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stupid in love - psh (m)
this work contains smut - minors please do not interact
pairing. best friend!sunghoon x fem!reader
synopsis. One night early on in your summer vacation, your best friend Sunghoon admits that his biggest anxiety about starting college is going there as a virgin - one thing leads to another, and you end up learning a few things from each other. The more time passes, the more obvious it becomes that your feelings for each other surpass friendship, but with the end of summer looming over your heads, it's hard to tell where these newfound emotions will lead you.
genre. best friends/childhood friends 2 lovers, summer au, lots of fluff and smut but also some angst to spice things up, when i say smut i mean LOTS of smut. like mostly smut lol (mutual first time, ice play, crazy stuff)
word count. 22.1k
a/n. bringing this one back from the pits of my google docs guys.. its been so long since i've posted anything and im not sure when the new hoon fic will be ready so i thought i'd repost an og asahicore fic!!! the title was originally 'hot like ice' but i changed it bc this is my blog and i do what i want <3 i'd also like to say that in terms of plot this is probably not something i would write nowadays, it's very smut-heavy and thats not what im about now idk i was crazy back then... but i rmb being happy w this fic and its reception when i first posted it so i'm happy to have it back on my blog and hope u guys will like it too <3 as always lmk what u think!!
It all started with a lollipop. Well, two, to be exact. One strawberry-flavored, one apple-flavored.Â
You stand in front of your friend, lollipops in hand. âWhich one do you want, Hoon?âÂ
âI donât mind, just pick whichever one you like best,â he replies absent-mindedly, eyes on the TV as he tries to find a suitable movie for this late summer afternoon.
You plop down on the couch next to him and look at the two lollipops in your hands, unable to decide which flavor you like better. âI donât know what I feel like right now,â you announce to an uninterested Sunghoon. âIâll just try both.â
That seems to catch your best friendâs attention. He watches as you unwrap both candies, tasting each once, twice, then as you decide you want the apple-flavored lollipop and hand him the strawberry-flavored one. He doesnât take his eyes off of your lips as you wrap them and swirl your tongue around the candy, letting its sweetness wash over your taste buds. You raise your eyebrows when you notice his staring and he blinks a couple times, trying to snap himself out of it. âDid you want the other one?â you ask, confused by his behavior.
âN-no, I like strawberry,â he stammers, turning his gaze back to the screen in front of you and settling for âWhen Harry Met Sally,â a movie youâve both seen a thousand times but never get bored of.
Youâre used to Sunghoon getting lost in his thoughts, so you donât question it much. You sit back on the couch, your knee touching his. You two are no strangers to a little skinship - after being friends for almost eight years, physical contact comes naturally. You have to admit that recently, itâs started to feel different; but the idea of your friendship changing tugs at your heartstrings so much that you ignore the prickles on your skin when he hugs you or the way your stomach flips when he smiles at you, dimples and sharp canines on display. You tell yourself itâs all stupid and that you can handle so much as your knees touching.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, can't. The lollipop in his mouth right now was in yours mere moments ago and youâd given it to him like sharing saliva was no big deal. He feels like a thirteen year-old for thinking like this, but this was pretty much an indirect kiss.
He stares at the TV screen, but all he can see are your perfect lips sucking that lollipop, and his mind is desperately not trying to go there, but he just cannot help himself. Blood rushes to his dick as he pictures your mouth around him, sucking him off with as much enthusiasm as you are the lollipop. Would you like his taste? Would you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, smiling even with his dick stuffed in your mouth?
His own thoughts catch him off guard, and before they can get any wilder, he runs off to the bathroom, knowing heâd never live it down if you caught a glimpse of his erection. Thankfully, you donât, and you call after him, asking if he wants you to pause the movie, to which he shouts back a strangled âno.â
He comes back ten minutes later, face flushed and breath heavy. âGoddamn, Hoon, I know weâre best friends, but if youâre going to dump a massive load, I wished you did it in your own bathroom and not mine,â you tease him, laughing as his face gets even redder and he opens his mouth to protest.
âI was just on my phone!â he replies, mildly offended.
âWhatever,â you say, still laughing, and turn your attention back to the movie.
Well. Sunghoon would rather have you think he just took a huge shit than have you know he came to the idea of you sucking him off and swallowing every last drop of his cum.Â
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A few days later, you and Sunghoon are lying on his bed, the both of you on your backs, talking about this and that as you often do. Itâs almost 3 a.m., and it feels almost rebellious, being up this late after months of waking up at 6, but your high school graduation was a week ago and you feel like you can do anything. The dim fairy lights you forced him to put up and the bright moon outside are the only sources of light in the room, and when you turn to look at him, you can just make out the outline of his face, the curve of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw. You've looked at him a thousand times before, so your memory makes up for what the light takes away from your eyes. You shift to lying on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can take a better look at your friend. Something about the moonlight makes him look ethereal, and his beauty makes your heart skip a beat, but youâd never admit that to him. Out of habit, you reach out to touch his moles, gently placing your middle finger on his nose and your pointer finger on his cheek. Sunghoon closes his eyes at your touch, used to the warm feeling that settles in his stomach whenever you do that.
âY/N?â he calls out, just as you pull your fingers away from his moles.
âYeah?â
He opens his eyes again, meeting yours. âIs there anything youâre scared of for next year? You know, heading off to college and all that?â You shift again and lie on your back, the sides of your two bodies touching. You stare at the ceiling for a while, thinking about his question, and Sunghoon patiently waits for your answer.
âIâm scared about not making friends. Iâm not the least outgoing person ever, but itâs so intimidating, not knowing anyone. And itâll be weird not having you around. Shut up,â you warn before he can make an egotistical remark, so he just chuckles. âIâm also worried about the amount of work Iâll have. Iâve heard so many times that itâs a huge step-up from high school, the workload and the type of work and all that. What if I donât even like the degree that I chose? I know I can change it, but it still stresses me out. Turning 18 doesnât feel like a huge deal, but going to college does. Itâs when all the responsibility hits. My mom told me to make my own doctorâs appointment the other day, and I almost cried when I had to call them. Iâm not gonna have anyone to do my groceries for me. Iâm scared I might get an awful roommate. I hate the idea of communal showers. I donât even know what I want to do after college, and I know I have four years to make up my mind, but Iâm scared those four years are gonna flash by and Iâll be indebted and unemployed by the end of it.â You pause to take a breath, and you can feel Sunghoonâs eyes on the sides of your face, but he doesnât say anything. âAlso, I heard that you put on a lot of weight during your freshman year.â
You turn to look at him to find him smiling at you. âWow. Thatâs a lot.â
The two of you giggle, eyes not leaving the otherâs. After a moment, you turn your gaze back to the ceiling and sigh. âYeah, I know. But Iâm more excited than I am scared. What about you?â
Sunghoon follows your gaze and looks up above him. He doesnât say anything for a while, and when he finally speaks up, he says it so quietly, you almost donât hear it. âIâm scared of going to college a virgin.â
You try to stay serious for a few seconds, but you canât keep your laughter in and snort loudly at your friendâs words, laughing so hard your stomach starts to hurt.
âDonât make fun of me!â he whines, hands coming up to cover his face.
It takes you a while to calm down; not only was Sunghoonâs statement ridiculous, it was so unexpected that you couldnât stop laughing. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â you apologize, catching your breath. âI just canât believe that thatâs what youâre scared of, of all things.â
âWhat? Itâs a perfectly reasonable concern,â he defends himself.
âNobodyâs gonna care if youâre a virgin, Hoon,â you try to reason with him, but if there is one thing your best friend is, itâs stubborn.
âIâm gonna care! What if I like a girl but I canât bring myself to make a move on her âcause I have no experience?â
âBut Hoon, chances are she doesnât have a lot more experience than you do! Sheâll be the same age we are, dummy. Weâre not sixteen year-olds jumping into a world of twenty year-olds. Sure, some people have their first time in high school, but a lot do it at university. Youâll be fine,â you reassure. His furrowed eyebrows and pout tell you heâs not fully convinced, though.
âOh, câmon! If you really want to lose your virginity before leaving, we can get you laid during the summer. Iâm sure we can find a girl nice enough,â you tease, jokingly patting his bicep, trying not to make a note of how firm the skin feels under your hand.
Sunghoon sighs, and you can tell heâs actually taking this seriously. âIâm not that desperate that Iâd have sex with the first girl that agrees, you know. Iâd still rather do it with someoneâŠâ He glances at you for just a second. âSomeone I trust.â
You feel your face heat up at the possible meaning behind his words, so you look away, not wanting him to see the effect they had on you. He changes his position on the bed, and now itâs his turn to prop himself up on his elbows and look down at you.
âWhat about you, Y/N? Donât you think itâd be good to get a bit of experience before going off to college? Itâll be one less thing to stress about,â he says, a small smirk playing on his lips, and his shy demeanor from moments prior is completely gone. Out of fear that his ego would get even bigger, you'd never tell him, but you love it when he gets like that - when he thinks heâs the shit and teases you mercilessly. You know he does it lightheartedly, and it never fails to bring a smile to your face.
Except right now it does. Youâre not smiling, far from it; youâre looking up at your best friend, mouth slightly agape and wide eyes searching for a sign that he may be just joking. He raises an eyebrow expectantly, and your reaction is to scoff at him.Â
âDo I need to remind you that youâre the reason I have no experience to begin with, Park Sunghoon?â you ask, sitting up on the bed to peer down at him. He shifts again and lays on his back, his hands coming up behind his head as he beams at you.
âAm I really?â
You wish you could slap that shit-eating grin off of his face. This is not the first time you're having this conversation. âYes, Hoon. Every time a guy was even remotely interested in me, you chased them away. Iâm still not over you telling Kang Taehyun I have smelly feet! I had a huge crush on that guy!â
Sunghoon loudly laughs at the memory, and you curse yourself for cracking a smile when you see his face scrunched in laughter. âThat was in Year 5, Y/N! Itâs been years!â
You grab a pillow and throw it at his head, unable to not laugh along with him. âWhat about Bang Yedam, then? That was only last year, and you totally ruined my chances with him!â
âListen, if you having a creepy doll collection is enough to make him not ask you out, then he must not have liked you that much.â
âBut I donât have a creepy doll collection! Thatâs the whole point!â you say, on the brink of desperation. You sigh at your friend whoâs still catching his breath from laughing so much. âYouâre just lucky they didnât repeat your bullshit to anyone. I wouldâve had such a weird reputation otherwise.â
âOf course they didnât. I told them Iâd kill them if they did,â he stated matter-of-factly, as if that was a normal and appropriate thing to do.
âCouldnât you have threatened them that way so they wouldnât ask me out instead of lying to them about me?â
Sunghoon stares at you for a few seconds, eyes seemingly empty of thought. âHuh. Yeah, I guess I couldâve done that.â
âUgh,â you groan, and plop down on the bed next to him. Neither of you says anything for some time, until you break the silence again. âYou know you even stole my first kiss, Hoon,â you speak softly.
âI know,â he says, voice just as quiet as yours. âYou never shut up about it.â
âWhy would I? I was about to kiss Lee Heeseung, of all people, the boy everybody, including me, had a crush on, but no, someone had to get between us and kiss me in his stead,â you grumble, giving your friend a harsh side-eye.
Sunghoon sighs and shakes his head as if youâre being irrational. âI donât get why youâre so hung-up on that. Why would you want your first kiss to be because of a middle-school party dare rather than have it with your best friend, whom you know and trust?â
âIt was Lee Heeseung, for Godâs sake!â
âAnd Iâm Park Sunghoon!â
Still both laying on your backs, you turn your heads to look at each other. Thereâs something in his eyes youâve never seen before that you canât quite put your finger on. The person in front of you is one youâve known for years now and yet the look in his eyes is of such unfamiliar intensity that it makes your stomach flip. You inhale sharply when his eyes drift down to your lips, and you canât help but mirror his actions. The atmosphere has flipped like a light switch; it was playful just mere seconds ago, the sound of your usual banter filling up the room. All of a sudden, thereâs something heavy dancing in the air around you, and it makes your heart skip a bit faster and your breath a bit shallower.
Your voice is barely above a whisper when you say his name.
âYeah?â His eyes snap back up to yours, but you're still stuck on his lips. Have they always looked so kissable?
âWhy did you do that? Why did you push those boys away from me?â you ask, even though youâve asked this question a thousand times before. You want to hear his answer again.
âIâve already told you. You deserved better than them.â Whenever you ask him about it, Sunghoon always stops here, and you never push. But there are unspoken words left hanging that youâre dying to hear.
âWho, then? Whoâd be better than them?â
He's quiet for a second. âItâs a secret,â he whispers finally, a small smirk teasing his lips, and you roll your eyes at him. But then your eyes meet again and your breath hitches. You shift to your side so you can face him more fully, and he mirrors your actions.Â
Itâs his turn to say your name. âY/N?â
âYeah?â
âHave you kissed anyone since?â he asks, coming off shyer than heâd intended to.
You giggle and smack his shoulder lightly. âWhy do you wanna know?â
He snickers too and, to your surprise, stops your fist from hitting him a second time, enveloping his larger hand around yours and laying it between the two of you on the bed. âCause I should know that sorta thing. Also, if you did kiss someone since then, and I didnât know about it, I'd be upset.â
âWhy would you be mad?â you say, still giggling, trying to ignore the way your heartbeat quickens when he threads your fingers with his.
âBecause you wouldnât have told me!â
âWellâŠâ
âNo way, Y/N,â he practically shouts, already feeling betrayed, his free hand coming up to grip his heart in fake shock.
âLet me at least finish first,â you protest. He obliges, although he doesn't look very happy about it. âYou know that summer 2 years ago I went away to camp?â
âYeah, worst summer ever.â
âWell, I did sort of⊠get with someone, that summer,â you say, avoiding Sunghoonâs wide eyes as he gasps loudly.
âWhat? Who with? How come you didn't tell me?â he exclaims, letting go of your hand. He sits up on the bed and crosses his arms over his chest like an annoyed child.Â
âBecause of this exactly.â
âWhatâs this?â
âYour reaction right now!â you say, sitting up as well, both of your knees grazing his. The simple touch sends a shiver down your spine that you can only hope he takes no notice of.
âWouldnât you be a bit upset if I told you I âgot withâ,â he air-quotes, âa random girl two years ago?â
âNo? Especially not if it was two years ago?â
You both look just as confused as the other, obviously not on the same wavelength. He furrows his eyebrows and glares at you. âWell, I am.â
You throw your head back in laughter and place your hands on his knees, but when you come forward again, you overestimate the distance between the both of you and find yourself mere inches from his face. The laughter immediately dies in your throat, and you feel it go dry when your stunned reaction elicits a smirk from him. You donât know how long you stare into his eyes, all you know is you snap out of it when his gaze drifts down to your lips once more. Youâre closer now than you were before, and having him so close makes your mind spin with all the possible outcomes of such proximity. You lean back on the bed, pulling away your hands from his knees to hold yourself up on them.
âThereâs no reason to,â you say, hoping that breaking the silence will dissipate some of the tension in the air. You keep going back and forth between familiar and dangerous and you donât know how long youâll be able to handle that atmosphere. âItâs not like anything grand happened. We made out a bit and held hands. We never spoke after that summer, otherwise youâd have known about it.âÂ
Sunghoon lets out a low hum. His eyes are still trained on yours, and you wished heâd look away because you canât seem to do it yourself. He still doesnât say anything, so you speak up again. âYou say that like youâve never had girlfriends, by the way. Surely youâve done more than just kissing.â Silence again, and you canât decipher the look heâs giving you. âSo, I donât know what youâre so scared about, because itâs not like you have zero experience. Iâm sure the girls at uni will love you, Hoon.â
He sighs and finally tears his eyes away from yours, and youâre not sure if youâre seeing things because of how dark and late it is or if thereâs an actual blush creeping on his cheeks. âSure, Iâve had a couple girlfriends, but you know theyâve never lasted long,â he says, looking down at his lap. âWe made out⊠I guess I-â he gives you a quick glance, âIâve touched their boobs and theyâve touched my⊠you knowâŠâ
You canât help but giggle at how shy your friend is suddenly being. âCanât even say the word âpenisâ, Hoon?,â you tease, and his eyes snap back up at yours.
âOf course I can. Penis! There.â You look at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, Sunghoon hushing you so you donât wake up his parents, but his hushes are louder than your laugh. After a couple minutes, you calm down and wipe your tears away, grateful for the break in the tension between you and Sunghoon.
âAnyway, yeah, I guess I donât have that much experience. Which is why I brought it up in the first place.â And just as quickly as itâd left, the tension is back again.
You look around the room because the weight of Sunghoonâs gaze on your face is unbearable. You release a shaky breath when you feel his gentle hand on your knee, and your eyes drift to it, but you canât get yourself to look him straight in the eyes.Â
âDonât you think itâd be good to get experience before leaving for college, Y/N?â he asks, and you can tell heâs trying to sound confident, but his voice comes out breathier and shakier than he must intend it to.
âI donât know⊠I donât think itâs necessary,â you say, eyes still trained on his hand resting on your knee. He squeezes it a bit, making you finally look up at him. Is it just you, or did the room get hotter all of a sudden?
âNot everything you do has to be out of necessity, you know.â
The both of you stare at each other for a few moments. This shift in your relationship was bound to happen; youâd been feeling it more and more recently. You didnât use to think twice about Sunghoon taking your hand in his, nor did you feel those stupid butterflies eating away at your stomach every time his gaze lingered for a second too long. Youâd tried to reason with yourself that it was just teenage hormones doing their stupid job, and that you were doomed to feel some kind of attraction for your extremely handsome best friend at some point in your life, but that if you ignored it hard and long enough it would go away.
Well, now that Sunghoonâs lips are barely inches away from yours and your skin is on fire under his hand, it definitely isnât going away.
âWhat would you do if I kissed you?â Sunghoon asks, eyes fluttering down to your lips. You think heâs looked at your lips more than the rest of your face in the past hour.
âIâd slap you,â you lie, gaze mirroring his.
âWould you really?â he says, and your hesitation makes him smirk slightly.
âNo,â you breathe out, and itâs the answer heâs been waiting for, the answer he needs to finally press his soft lips against yours.Â
You donât even have the time to savor the moment, though, because the warmth of his lips is gone as quickly as it came. He pulls back, a surprised look in his eyes, as if he canât believe what he just did. The tension above you breaks and rains down on you like small pieces of confetti that settle comfortably on your head and shoulders. Thereâs a knot in your stomach but instead of twisting your insides in nervousness, it feels warm and makes you giddy for whatâs to come next. Sunghoonâs surprised expression transforms into a grin at the sound of your laughter, and he canât help but chuckle along with you.
You scooch closer to him, and his other hand comes to rest on your second knee. You can tell heâs not going to do much more, so you lean in bit by bit, and peck him softly on the lips. You both giggle again and you blame the fact that you want to feel his lips on yours again on the late hour of the night. You peck his lips once, twice more, giggling inbetween, but when you peck them a third time, he doesnât let you pull away and keeps his lips on yours. The sudden added strength takes you aback, but it doesnât take you long to yield to his touch and kiss him back.Â
Sunghoon moves his lips slowly against yours and itâs surprisingly easy to fall into his rhythm. You donât have the most experience with kissing, but something about doing it with your best friend reassures you and your whole body relaxes as you focus on the feeling of his lips moving in cadence with yours. The knot in your stomach stays there and tightens when his hands ride up your thighs and settle on your hips, holding you snugly there. Youâre only wearing shorts and his palms against your bare skin make you release a shaky breath in Sunghoonâs mouth. You pull back for a bit, surprised at your own reaction, but nothing has prepared you for the way your best friend looks at you.
His pupils are dilated, dark; his glossed-over eyes bore right into yours. Your breath was already shallow from the kiss, but itâs his gaze that renders you completely breathless. Sunghoon tightens his grip on your hips and leans in for more, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him, making his eyes snap back into focus.
âOh my God, Iâm so sorry, Y/N. I donât know what took over me. Are you okay?â he asks, as short of breath as you are, but worry laced in his voice.
âNo- Yes- I mean, yes, Iâm fine, everythingâs fine, I just-â you shake your head, trying to gather your thoughts. âIâm justâŠâ
âTell me. You can tell me,â he says, rubbing gentle circles into your hips with his thumb, and the unfamiliar yet intimate gesture makes it even harder to concentrate.Â
âWe- weâre best friends, right?â you ask, voice trembling, You ask, even though you know the answer, just because youâre afraid the line the two of you have just crossed is already miles behind you, and you wonât be able to retrace your steps.
âYeah, of course we are,â Sunghoon reassures, head tilting to the side in confusion.Â
âAnd best friends⊠Do they⊠Well, itâs normal for best friends to kiss, right?â you say, trying to calm the overpowering urge to kiss him again.
Sunghoon chuckles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. âI donât know about that, Y/N.â
âOh,â you breathe.
Sunghoon quickly catches on to your hesitation. âBut who cares about what best friends usually do and donât do?â he says, holding your face between his hands to make you look up at him. âI liked kissing you, just now. I really, really liked it,â he admits, red dusting his cheeks. âDid you?â
You nod, too shy to put just how much you enjoyed kissing Sunghoon into words. âDo you want to do it again?â he asks and chuckles when you nod again, eyes already on his lips. This time, you donât stop him when he leans in and let him press his lips to yours again. His words have reassured you and you sigh into his mouth, making him smile into the kiss.Â
His hands ride up a bit and settle on your waist, bringing you a bit closer to him, and you circle your arms around his neck. The shyness of the first kiss is completely gone, and youâre both gaining more and more confidence, letting everything go and focusing solely on where your bodies meet. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, and you push your body onto his, a sudden need to feel him against you, to feel his strong arms encaging you.Â
You pull away at the same time to catch your breaths, smiling at each other when you see how lustful the otherâs expression is. Sunghoonâs eyes have glossed over once more, and youâre sure yours have too. âCâmere,â he whispers, beckoning you to him. You climb onto his lap, one knee on each side of his hips. âIs this okay?â he asks, but you donât answer, you just lean in and kiss him again, holding his face in your hand as his hands roam your back over the thin fabric of your t-shirt. Your kisses are curious, the both of you trying to figure out what feels best as you tilt your heads from one side to the other and let your inquisitive hands travel each otherâs bodies. Yours find purchase in his hair, and you revel in the sighs that escape his lips whenever you pull and tug at the strands.Â
As the kiss gets hungrier and needier, his hands fall down to your lower back, and then to your ass. He just cups it for a while, but after a few moments, grabs it harder and brings you close to him, making your core rub against the hardness that had been building in his sweatpants for a while now. The friction is unexpected and you canât help the loud moan leaving your lips at the feeling. Itâs a feeling you know from your own hand in the privacy of your dark room, but Sunghoon making you feel that way is so foreign that it snaps you out of the daze youâre in.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, was that too much?â Sunghoon scrambles for words, but youâre already pulling away, and he doesnât know what to do to keep you close.
You sit back on the bed, holding your knees close to your chest. You look at your best friend in front of you whoâs looking at you with a worried expression. Something in you craves to reach a hand out to him, to feel his cheeks and jawline under your palms again, to find out if heâd shiver at your touch and if goosebumps would form on his skin. Heâs been your best friend for eight years, and youâve always thought you knew everything about him, the same way heâs supposed to know everything about you. But you realize in this moment that there are things you donât yet know, melodies to be discovered, treasures to be unearthed. Your fingertips are burning to find them all.Â
The sound of your name resonates inside your mind and it takes you everything not to fall back on him again. You furrow your eyebrows, confused by all those things youâre feeling. What was it that just took over you, that lit your insides up so?
You straighten your back suddenly and take in your surroundings. Sunghoonâs room is still the same old room youâve always known, the same blue walls, the same posters he only ever changes when he finds a new interest and lets go of an old one. The same pictures from when you were 10, 12, 15, recent ones now that youâre 18; the same figure skating trophies and medals on his shelves. You turn to look at your best friend. The same soft, round cheeks contrasted by a sharp jaw; the same almond eyes, round with worry at your sudden movement away from him; the same two moles youâve always found so comforting, for some reason. You almost reach out to touch them, to give you some sense of balance, to reassure you that things arenât changing as much as it feels like they are. But youâre scared electricity might fry your fingers if you touch him right now. Youâre scared you wonât be able to take your fingers off of him, no matter how much it stings. His face is the same as always before, but thereâs something else to it, something you could probably figure out if you spent more than three seconds thinking about it, but youâre not sure you want to figure it out.
âIs everything okay? Did- Did I do something wrong?â he asks, voice laced with concern.Â
Before he can put a reassuring hand on your knee, you get off of the bed, and hurriedly say, âNo. I just- I think I should go home.â You look everywhere but at him.
He sits up at your words, concern turned into confusion. âItâs 3 a.m., Y/N, why do you want to go home all of a sudden? Youâve stayed over plenty of times before.â
âI know, I justâŠâ you trail off, trying to come up with an excuse. âIâve got cramps. I think my periodâs coming,â you lie. Itâs better than whatever truth is threatening to bubble up.
âOh. Right.â He scooches a bit, sitting on the edge of his bed. âIs there anything- like- can I do anything?â He sighs, steadies himself. âYou donât have to go, is what Iâm trying to say.â
A few months ago, when you had finally wrapped your head around the fact that your best friend was an attractive man and that he made you feel things friends werenât supposed to make you feel, youâd told yourself it was all just a phase that would pass soon. But feelings this strong surely cannot go away that easily.
You take a deep breath in and tear your eyes away from him. âI think I should go home,â you repeat. âIâll see you tomorrow, Hoon.â
You turn around and start walking away, but Sunghoon is quick on his feet and stops you from going out the door. âDo you actually have cramps? Or are you just scared that our friendship might change?â He sounds out of breath, like asking this question is taking him all of his energy.
You avert his gaze and try to push past him, but heâs much stronger than you. Puberty sure played its trick on him. You sigh and look down at your feet. âIâm tired, Hoon, letâs talk about it tomorrow.â
But if there is one thing your best friend is, itâs stubborn. âI donât wanna talk about it tomorrow. I wanna talk about it now. Did it feel nice?â he asks, and his resolute tone of voice makes you look up at him.
âI- I mean-â
âY/N,â he starts, wrapping his arms around you and leaning in a bit, his familiar scent filling your nostrils. You have to close your eyes. âAnswer me. Did it feel good?â
âYes,â you answer without thinking.Â
âIs that why youâre scared?â
âYes.â Your eyes flutter open when you feel his fingers graze your cheek. He leans in again and traps your kiss in a much softer and intimate kiss that makes your head spin and your thoughts cloud. Before you can get carried away, you pull away again, and ignore how beautiful he looks when his eyes stay closed for a couple of seconds longer. He only opens them once you tell him once again you should go home, that you need some time to think.
âLet me at least walk you there. Itâs dark,â he pleads, his grip on your waist still tight.
âHoon, I live right next door, Iâll be fine.â You let him kiss you once more and he makes you promise to call or text him tomorrow.
When you leave, Sunghoon plops back down on his bed, arm resting on his forehead as he plays back the events of the night. Had he done something wrong? Something that made you want to get as far away from him as quickly as possible? Heâd tried to be gentle and to make sure you were okay with everything, but he couldnât help but get carried away when he heard those sweet sighs of yours. He thought he was going to combust when he heard you moan, and he wanted to hear it over and over again, but youâd jumped from him like heâd told you he had killed someone.
He hopes you were telling the truth when you said you were just scared about your friendship changing. He hadnât wanted to push and get you to stay; he knew it was weird, seeing each other in a different light all at once. He wasnât completely oblivious; heâd felt that same shift in your relationship those past few months, just like you had, although youâd never spoken about it to each other. He knew he could never go back to seeing you as just a friend when heâd jerked off one day and you were all he could think of. He kept imagining the sounds youâd make and the way your hands would feel on him, and heâd gotten so close to getting that today, but he mustâve fucked something up and now his chances were ruined. He curses himself for letting you slip through his fingers just when he thought he finally had you.
You donât get a wink of sleep that night. Your mind is reeling with everything that happened in Sunghoonâs room. Your fingers unconsciously keep coming up to touch your lips and feel the ghost of his touch there. Your skin turns hot at the simple thought of how perfect his lips had felt against yours, and you toss and turn in your bed as you consider what mightâve been, had you stayed with Sunghoon.Â
But itâs all happening too quickly, and even though youâve been curious in more ways than one about your best friend for the past few months, you hadnât expected to kiss him and to enjoy it so much on a random summer night. Your thoughts only seem to calm down and your eyes finally close just as the sun starts to rise.
--
The next day, Sunghoon wakes up in the early hours of the afternoon and checks his phone right away. A couple of notifications, but nothing from you. A text from Jake in their group chat with Jay asking to hang out at Sunghoonâs pool, to which he replies that they can come whenever. He taps a quick one out in the shower, memories of your scent and your lips on his getting him to finish quicker than heâd like to admit. Heâs in the middle of a late breakfast when Jake and Jay spawn at his door, swimming trunks already on. Still nothing from you.
It doesnât take Jay and Jake long to figure out that something is up with their best friend. Itâs not like he does much usually, but today especially, he makes no effort to entertain them. He laughs at their jokes, but it feels like he laughs because he hears other people laughing rather than because he genuinely finds them funny. He barely even reacts when the inflatable pool ball hits him right in the face.
His friends donât say anything until theyâre all seated at a table by the pool, sipping on some ice-cold Coke. The air is still warm but the sun is low in the sky, hidden behind the house. Sunghoon is still lost in his thoughts, unblinking eyes fixed on a random point in the distance. Jay and Jake exchange a look before the former breaks the silence.
âIs everything alright, Hoon? You look out of it today.â
Jayâs voice brings him back to the here and now, and his eyes jump back and forth between his two friends who are looking at him expectantly. âHuh? Yeah, yeah, Iâm fine. Just tired. I didnât get a lot of sleep last night,â he says, leaving some of the truth out, but his friends know him better than he gives them credit for.
âAre you sure? I feel like thereâs something youâre not telling us. You usually act like a little bitch when youâre tired, you donât get allâŠ,â Jake shakes his hand in front of his face, âdistant like that.â
Sunghoon bites his lip, debating whether he should tell his friends about you or not. No matter how stupid they may be, they also know both of you quite well, so they might prove not completely useless, he thinks.
âY/N and I kissed last night.â
Itâs almost comical, how Jay and Jake bring their head forward in astonishment, how wide their mouth gets, how their eyes look like they might pop out of their sockets, and how they say âYou what?!â at the same time. On a normal day, Sunghoon would've laughed.
âWe kissed,â Sunghoon repeats, eyes drifting down to the ground in front of him as he rubs his neck in embarrassment.
âFucking finally!â Jay exclaims.
âTold you it was gonna happen. No way you two were going to stay just besties forever,â Jake teases, punching Sunghoon in the arm. âHow was it?â
Sunghoon sighs and leans back in his chair, letting his head hang back. âReally fucking amazing,â he chuckles. His friends holler for him, snickering like 12-year old boys who just saw a hot girl walk past.Â
âGod, I saw this coming from miles away. I donât know why you kept on insisting nothing was gonna happen between you two,â Jake says, beaming.
âI really didnât think anything would⊠I just⊠Started seeing her differently recently, I guess.â Sunghoon shrugs, sheepishly smiling to himself.
âSo, what happened? Did you guys just kiss orâŠ?â Jay asks, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Jake giggles at the insinuation of sex but has a curious glint in his eyes when he waits for Sunghoonâs answer.
âYeah, um, we just kissed cause she- she sort of ran away?â Sunghoon admits, wincing at the recollection.
âYou what?!â Chaeyongâs voice rings out in the food court of the mall where youâre currently sitting, halfway through your strawberry milkshake.
âKeep it down, would you?!â you scold her, smiling apologetically to the people staring at you and your friend.
âIf it was so good, why the hell did you run away, Y/N?â
âI just- I donât know⊠Freaked out, I guessâŠâ you mumble, cowering under the harsh look she gives you.
âWell, have you talked since?â You donât reply, just guiltily avoid her gaze. âY/N!â
âI know, I know! I just⊠donât know what to do. âHey, nice making out with you last night, bit weird since weâve been best friends since we were 11, but thatâs fine, right?â Ugh! Thatâs so stupid,â you complain, flopping back in your chair.
âThatâs exactly what you should say. Going MIA on him will just make things weirder. Plus youâve never gone more than 24 hours without speaking so one of you will eventually cave in. It should be you,â she says, looking at you with a raised eyebrow as she takes a sip from her milkshake.Â
You scoff when she gives you a âyou know Iâm rightâ look. âIâll think about it on the way home and text him. There.â
And you do think about it on the way home; but you donât get the opportunity to send the text, because as soon as you get off the bus at the stop right across from your house, you see Sunghoon sitting on the bench of your porch, looking around nervously and rubbing his hands on his denim shorts. You chuckle to yourself; who knew he got so distressed from not speaking to you for a day?
He stands up when he sees you approaching and raises his hand in a quick wave. âHi, Hoon,â you greet, and you can feel his whole body relax when you hug him. So, you donât hate him, he thinks. You sit down on the bench together. âSorry I didnât text you. I didnât know what to say after⊠last night,â you admit, hugging your knees to your chest as you sit facing him.
âYeah, I figured,â he chuckles, smiling shyly at you. âI was scared youâd never want to see me again.â
You look at him with wide eyes, mildly offended, and punch his arm. âHow could you think that?!â
âWell, you did sort of run away from me last night,â he says, lightly punching your arm in return.
You tut in defeat. âI did, didnât I?âÂ
âYeah. Iâm just glad you didnât walk past me straight into your house just now.â
You chuckle and rest your head on top of your knees. âThat wouldâve been a bit much, even for me.â
Sunghoon lets out a puff of air through his nose in response, and then the two of you sit in silence. Youâre contemplating what to do next when your friend pulls you from your thoughts. âShould we, umâŠâ He shuts his eyes tightly in reflection for a second before opening them again and looking straight at you. âShould we just pretend like last night didnât happen? Would that make you feel more comfortable?â
His words take you aback and your eyes widen a bit; you hadnât even thought pretending nothing happened last night was an option, because you didnât think youâd ever be able to actually get it out of your head. Even now, if you stare at Sunghoon for too long, your gaze will naturally drift downwards or youâll get a flashback of his large hands around your waist. But apparently, if he can offer to pretend like the previous night wasnât a thing, then it must not have been such a huge deal to him. You quickly try to hide your disappointment and nod at your friend. âRight. Yeah. Sure.â
Silence makes its way between you two again. It makes the late afternoon breeze a bit chillier and the physical distance between you and Sunghoon feel much bigger than it actually is. Wanting it to go away quickly, you ask, âDo you wanna watch a movie, then?â
Sunghoonâs never looked so relieved about watching a movie, and he immediately accepts your offer. You get some popcorn ready while he searches for a movie to watch. He clicks on a horror movie that looks like itâs got a clichĂ© storyline and awful acting, but youâre happy for any sort of distraction when Sunghoon is sitting so close to you.
You and Sunghoon always sit close-by when you watch something together, knees and shoulders brushing against each other. Tonight isnât any different, except that your skin burns everywhere it touches his. You can smell the faint scent of chlorine in his hair, and itâs so intoxicating you want to bury your face there and breathe it in.
Youâre thirty minutes into the movie and still nothingâs happened when Sunghoon puts his arm around you, letting his hand hang over your shoulder. The sudden warm contact makes you take a sharp intake of breath as memories of the previous night come flooding once again. You donât know what you were expecting, but Sunghoon simply rests his hand there and doesnât do anything more for another thirty minutes, except for squeezing your shoulder when thereâs a small jumpscare, making you chuckle at him. This isnât much more than what youâre used to with him, but knowing your friend, he must be thinking the ball is in your court. So you scooch a bit closer into his side and rest your head on his shoulder, the scent of his skin even stronger now that your nose is so close to his neck. You feel his chest raise and relax as he sighs deeply and tightens his hold around your shoulders. His small reactions to you spur you on and you decide to wrap an arm around his waist and you feel him flinch oh-so-slightly at your touch in such a sensitive spot. He starts to rub circles into your shoulder and rests his head on top of yours, and your whole body relaxes into his. This is so much more than what youâre used to with him; and yet, you so readily melt under his touch.
You can barely focus on the movie because of how close Sunghoon is. When a particularly scary ghost jumps on the screen, you flinch and hide your face in his neck, and he giggles at your reaction, hand coming up to stroke your hair comfortingly. It only takes you a few seconds to realize what position youâre in, and you release a shaky breath as you slowly lift your head towards Sunghoon, only to find him already looking at you, seemingly having had that same realization. When his eyes drift down to your lips, you know youâre done for.
You call out his name, and heâs already answered âYes?â before youâve had time to finish uttering the second syllable. âI donât think I want to pretend last night never happened,â you admit, holding his waist a bit tighter.
âGood. Me neither,â he breathes out before leaning down and trapping your lips in his, the kiss releasing all your pent-up frustration of the day. The world seems to melt away with his lips on yours, the movie already long forgotten. Sunghoon pulls you into his lap and you slide your palms up from his waist, against his chest and to his shoulders before wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing your body closer to his. His hands are sitting on your hips, fingers lightly pressing into them and your lower back. Now that you both seem to know what you want, itâs so easy, just falling into this kiss.
His tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip and you gladly open your mouth for him, letting his tongue explore it. You havenât kissed someone like this in ages, maybe ever, but Sunghoon takes the lead and effortlessly gets you to follow his rhythm. When a flick of his tongue against yours feels particularly nice, you arch your back and press your chest into his, making him smirk into the kiss. This time, when he brings your hips down onto his, letting you feel his erection against your clothed core, the feeling doesnât make you want to run away; instead, you want to feel it again and again.
You fall into a nice pace of rubbing yourself against him, eliciting hushed moans and loud breaths from the both of you. You canât concentrate on kissing him and grinding down on him at the same time, so you drop your head down to bury your face in his neck, leaving a few pecks there but mostly moaning against his skin, enjoying how your hot breaths make him shiver.
You canât keep a whine from escaping your lips when he bucks his hip into yours and his tip brushes directly against your covered clit, instantly bringing a hand up to your mouth. âFuck, Y/N,â he breathes. âI know we gotta keep quiet âcause of your parents but the sounds youâre making are so fucking pretty. I wanna hear them over and over again.â His words make you whimper against his neck and you feel your slick starting to pool in your panties.
âH-hoon. This feels so good,â you moan, breathing warmly against the shell of his ear.
âI know, right? Feels so good,â he chuckles, hands grabbing at your ass to bring you harder down onto him. His actions are about to elicit another moan from you when, all of a sudden, a loud jumpscare in the movie makes you jump away from the boy underneath you and yelp in fear, which in turn makes him scream in surprise. You look at each other, panting and eyes open wide, hands clutching at your hearts, until you burst into laughter. The fun moment is short-lived, however, as your mom rushes down the stairs not ten seconds later, frantically asking if everything is alright.Â
You sit up straight at the sight of your mother and clear your throat. Youâre thankful for the dark of the room which hides your and Sunghoonâs swollen lips and flushed faces from her view. âSorry, mom, we were just watching a scary movie. Weâre fine.â She sleepily nods and walks back up the stairs, and when sheâs back in her room, Sunghoon and you exchange a look and erupt into another fit of smaller, quieter giggles.Â
That night, after Sunghoonâs gone home, the both of you get yourselves off in your own beds, the strong memory of each otherâs lips and hands bringing you both to your releases. Without even realizing it, you moan out Sunghoonâs name as your orgasm hits. The window from your room doesnât face his; but still, your heart is beating so loudly that youâre afraid the sound might carry from your open window to his. You get up and close it.
--
Now that you and Sunghoon both know you want to kiss each other, you do it everywhere: in his pool, his back pressed against the wall; on the sunchairs when you were supposed to be drying off; on your beds in the middle of the night, none of your parents or siblings suspicious of anything; in front of your house, because even though he was supposed to just walk you home, he couldnât keep himself from tasting you one last time; in the backseat of his car after an evening with your friends and he drove you two home.
You spend a good two weeks of just kissing before your body starts to crave something more. At some point, Sunghoonâs hands resting nicely on your waist or sometimes, if heâs feeling bold, grabbing at your ass, start to not be enough anymore. You knew you wouldnât be satisfied with just kisses and sweet touches when one day, his hands slowly but surely slid up your naked belly before grabbing onto your bikini-clad breast, lighting your whole body up on fire. Heâd slipped his hand underneath your swimming top and rolled your nipple between two fingers and you had felt his dick twitch under your core when you let out a loud moan at the new yet so pleasurable feeling.
You know what it is that you want, but it makes you feel dirty. Your fingers have made you finish a hundred times before, but wanting Sunghoon to make you feel that way is a whole other story. Is that even what he wants? Would he be weirded out if you asked him about it? Is there even the sliver of a chance that maybe, just maybe, he has those same thoughts about you, and wants you to make him feel good as much as he wants to make you feel good?
If his grunts and the way he ruts into you when your make-out sessions get particularly steamy are any indication, then the answer to those questions would respectively be yes, no, and yes.Â
Youâre lying on a sunbed one afternoon, letting the sun dry off your wet skin from the pool, when you finally muster the courage to tell Sunghoon about your wishes. After all, he is your best friend, and you know you can talk to him about anything. Even when that âanythingâ involves his fingers inside of you and his dick in your mouth.
âSunghoon?â you call out, turning your head to look at your best friend. Heâs bathing in the sunlight without a care in the world. His skin has tanned a bit since summer started three weeks ago and his muscles are even more defined after all that swimming and working out heâs been doing. You want to reach out a hand, to feel the taut skin of his abs and chest under your palms, and to maybe then slide your hand down until you feel his hard-on underneath his swimming trunks. Your chairs arenât far apart and you could do it from where you are, but youâd rather ask him first.
âYeah?â he answers without turning towards you.
You take a deep breath in before you start talking again. âYou know how you said it could be good for us to get⊠experience before going to college⊠And how weâve been kissing these past couple weeksâŠâ
âYeah, I know,â he chuckles.
âWell⊠people do more than just kissing, right?â you ask, voice slightly shaky. This seems to pique his interest as he turns to look at you.
âYeah?âÂ
You hope youâre not just imagining the enthusiastic tone in his voice. âI think⊠I think we should try that too, donât you think?â you ask, eyes not leaving his as he sits up on his chair and turns his knees towards you, fully facing you now.
âYeah, I agree. I completely agree.â He stares at you for a few moments as if in disbelief. âDo you want to- Should we- Letâs go up to my room, yeah?â he offers, standing up and reaching his hand out to you. You gladly take it.
You and Sunghoon are a giggling mess as you practically run up the stairs, unable to get to his room quick enough. As soon as the door is closed behind you, you wrap your arms around each other, your lips finding his immediately as he walks you back to his bed. When you feel the back of your knees hit it, you detach yourself from him and lay on it, elbows holding you up as you look up at him expectantly.
âFuck,â he whispers, leaning in to hover over you. He traps your lips in a short but sweet kiss before pulling back and murmuring against your lips, âHave I ever told you how pretty you are, Y/N?â
You beam at his words but decide to tease anyway. âYou always go on and on about how pretty you are, but never about me.â
He giggles and pecks your lips again. âWell, Iâm telling you now. Youâre gorgeous.â You kiss him to hide your flustered face, pulling him so close to you heâs practically laying on top of you. Your hands are a bit more curious than usual, your kisses hungrier, the both of you anticipating whatâs to come.Â
You grind against each other, the feeling of his erection against your barely covered core enough to send your mind into a frenzy. You forget everything around you when you feel Sunghoon pull back in the slightest, far enough so that he can look at your face and gauge your reactions but not too much that you still feel his hot breath on your lips. One of his hands is holding the back of your head as the other travels downwards, stopping for a second on your breast to massage it lightly before continuing its journey. It ever-so-slightly brushes against your core, making you buck your hips up into his touch, but his hand is already gone leaving you whining and pouting and him chuckling at your cute reaction. âYou want it that bad, huh?â he teases.
You scoff, not wanting to let your friend know the effect he has on you. You press your palm against his clothed erection and he hisses at the unexpected contact. âSo do you, Hoon.â
When he presses his lips to yours again, you both smile into the kiss. You cup his jaw and tangle your fingers through his hair, and his hand slips from under your head and joins his other hand on your thigh, grabbing at both of them, fingers slightly digging in your skin. Heâs so, so close to where you want him most, and he seems to have noticed your growing impatience by the way you squirm underneath him. Seeing you so needy for him only makes him needier for you; he has more experience than you, so you probably expect him to take the lead, but the truth is, he has no idea what the fuck heâs doing.
âY/N?â he murmurs, face buried in your neck as he leaves a trail of wet kisses there.
âYeah?â
âWhat do you want me to do?â
The question takes you a bit by surprise. You pull away to look at your friend. His eyes are completely glossed-over, and yours are probably the same. âOh. I donât know. I just⊠want you to touch me, I guess,â you say, voice a bit quiet.
âI donât know how to do that,â he admits sheepishly. He kisses your neck and cheeks before pecking your lips. âCould you- could you show me? How you do it? And I can show you how I do it?â
You take a second to take his words in. Was he suggesting that you touch yourself in front of him, and that he do the same?
This was like a dream come true.
âYeah, sure.â
Sunghoon giggles in response, and you canât help but crack a smile too, even though the idea of getting yourself off in front of your friend, no matter how appealing, is still a bit nerve-wracking. âYou first,â he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you roll your eyes at him.
You sit back against the headboard of the bed and slip a hand underneath your swim bottom, the other hand coming up to cover your eyes in an attempt to escape Sunghoonâs heavy, lustful gaze. âNone of that. I wanna see you,â he says, pulling your hand away from your eyes and resting it on a pillow next to you. âAnd if you keep these on, I wonât be able to see anything,â he says, looking down at your bikini top.
Before you can protest, he comes to sit on his knees in front of you, kissing your neck and letting his hands roam your back. âI wanna see all of you.â Itâs so easy, untying your string bikini, he almost thinks you wore it on purpose for him to take it off. You avoid his gaze as he takes your top off of you, leaving you half-naked in front of him. âSo pretty,â he whispers, and you canât help but look at him, slick pooling between your legs from the fascination heâs looking at your breasts with. He trails kisses down your neck until he reaches them, taking a nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, then looks up to see your reaction. You never knew your nipples were this sensitive, and you canât help but arch your back at his touch and moan loudly, hand flying up to tug at his soft hair. He releases your nipple with a pop and moves sideways to pay the same attention to the other one, but Sunghoon is impatient and doesnât waste too much time on it; he knows he can come back to your boobs later anyway. Right now, youâve got a hand between your legs, and thatâs what heâs dying to see.
âCan I take this off, too?â he asks, looking up at you as his fingers hook on the sides of your swimming bottoms, waiting for you to nod. His eyes donât leave your glistening core as he pulls the thin fabric down your legs, discarding it somewhere on the floor of his room. He lays on his belly and kisses the inside of your knee as he holds your thighs in his large hands, still transfixed by your pussy when he says, âShow me how you do it, please.â
You both take a sharp breath in when you start moving two fingers in gentle circles over your clit, already wet from making out with Sunghoon. Your fingers are nimble and know exactly what to do after years of doing this, but the pulse in your core is even stronger now that your best friend is watching your movements this intently. He looks like heâs scared to blink in case he might miss something. You canât take your eyes off of his face; youâve never seen him so fascinated by something, so eager to learn. It makes you want to put on a show for him.
A surge of confidence hits you out of nowhere as you slide your digits down your folds, gathering some slick before sliding them back up to your clit and rubbing it a bit faster, a bit harder, your moans growing louder and higher in pitch. With your free hand, you tug at the base of Sunghoonâs hair and make him look up at you. You release his hair and bring your pointer finger up to your mouth, sucking on it and swirling your tongue around it, and Sunghoonâs mind is taken back to that day a couple weeks ago when you had sucked on those lollipops. Oh, how things have changed since then. Not that heâs complaining. âFuck, thatâs hot,â he breathes out, eyes zeroed in on your lips and mouth slightly agape.
You smirk at his reaction, stomach on fire with the feeling of having this kind of power on him. When youâve wet your finger enough, you bring it down to your slit, circling around your hole before entering it, releasing a loud moan for good measure. Sunghoon is mesmerized by the quickening with which your finger slips in and out of you, the fingers on your clit never relenting. He doesnât even realize heâs released one of your thighs to palm himself over his shorts until you notice it yourself and tut in disapproval.
âCome and help me, Hoon,â you say, and the boy snaps out of his daze at the sound of his nickname. He nods slowly, changing his position so that heâs laying between your legs, head dangerously close to your core. You slip your other finger out of your hole and he takes that as a sign to replace it with his own. One hand still gripping your thigh, he imitates your previous actions as he gets his pointer finger wet with his saliva before pressing it between your folds, right underneath your clit where your fingers are still rubbing circles, sliding it down towards your slit, and finally pushing it in.Â
âSo warm⊠So wet, too,â he whispers in wonder, making you cover your eyes with your forearm out of shyness.
âOh my God,â you moan, arching your back and letting your head drop to the side on the pillow. Sunghoonâs finger is much thicker and longer than your own, and it stretches you out and hits a deep spot inside you you never could, no matter how much you tried.
âLike this?â he asks, eyes curious as they bounce back and forth between your face and your entrance sucking his finger in.
âYes, yes, just like that, you can also- oh- you can also curve it upwards a bit- fuck, yeah, just like that, Hoon, youâre doing so well,â you say, the praises just flying out of your mouth.Â
This seems to instill some confidence in him, as he cocks an eyebrow at you and speeds up his actions. âYeah? My finger making you feel good, Y/N?â
âOh, shut up,â you bite back, but immediately let out a long whine when he easily inserts a second finger in your soaking pussy. He curves them inside you just like you told him to, and the feeling of his fingers filling you up and your own quick ones on your clit are creating a familiar knot in your stomach that is so close to breaking. That is, until Sunghoon pulls your wrist away from your clit.
âY/N⊠Can I?â he asks, and youâre not sure what heâs planning, but nod anyway. He wastes no time before pressing his tongue flat down on the sensitive bud, and you actually feel like your soul might leave your body. Fingers knuckle-deep inside you, he licks and sucks at your clit, and the warmth of his tongue against your folds is what makes you tumble over the edge, tightly gripping his hair and bucking your hips into his mouth.
âOh my God⊠Oh my God, Hoon, please, donât stop, please,â you beg, voice getting higher and whinier as you cum all over his tongue. He continues eating you out until it gets too much and you have to tell him to stop. He hikes his body up yours, pecking you sweetly on the lips when he reaches them.
âYour turn,â you announce and hook your legs over his hips to straddle him. Youâre about to lean in for a kiss when you notice how lovingly heâs looking at you: his eyes are soft and a small smile is playing on his lips. It takes you aback, but youâd be lying if you said butterflies didnât spread in your stomach. âW-why are you looking at me like that?â
His grin gets a bit wider. âDid I make you feel good?â
âY-yeahâŠ,â you admit, averting your gaze from him.
âIâm glad. You taste good, by the way. Sweet.â You want to kiss the devilish smirk off of his face.
You scoff at your friend, glaring a bit. âWhatever. Sit up,â you order, but it just makes him smirk more.
âYes, maâam.â
You look up at him to check for confirmation, and when he nods, you hook your fingers under his swimming trunks, taking them off of him along with his boxers underneath. His already fully-hard cock springs free and slaps against his stomach, and you curse yourself for your reaction that will surely just inflate his ego, as if it wasnât already massive. Your mouth hangs open, eyes zeroing in on his length, flushed red from lack of attention and what you can only guess is precum leaking at the tip. It's straight from a porno.
âLike what you see?â Sunghoon teases, making you look up at him, and you can only stupidly nod. You take the position he was in earlier, laying your head on his thigh and caressing the other, letting it ride up to rub his inner thigh and the tiniest bit over his cock, making his smirk vanish as he takes a shaky breath in.
âShow me how you do it,â you say, echoing his words from earlier. He gulps, finally realizing that he was going to have to masturbate in front of your curious eyes just as you had. He spits on his open palm and spreads the precum over his length with his thumb, lubing himself up before gripping the base and starting to move his hand up and down. You watch as his head falls back against the pillow when his palm grazes over his tip and his movements pick up some speed.
You rub his palms over his thighs, itching to get closer to his cock and make him feel as good as he had done to you earlier. Tentatively, you reach out to grab his balls in your hands, massaging them softly, feeling satisfied when a loud moan leaves his throat. âOh, f-fuck, that feels good, Y/N,â he breathes out, voice much higher than youâre used to. If he thought that felt good, then nothing couldâve prepared him for the feeling of your soft and warm tongue kitty-licking his balls, then taking turns sucking each one into your mouth and releasing them with a pop. âWhere the fuck did you learn how to do that?â he asks, involuntarily bucking his hips into your face.
You canât help but giggle, and Sunghoon thinks he might come from the sweet sound contrasted with your lewd actions alone. âI read a lot of fanfiction,â you explain, and he doesnât question it. If Wattpad taught you how to suck dick, then so be it.
You wrap your hand around his and tell him to keep going so you can get an idea of what pace and movements he likes, and you graze your fingernails over his abs and chest with your other hand, chuckling at how sensitive he is when you lightly pinch his nipples. Sunghoon takes his hand off of himself, laying both of his hands palms up next to him on the bed, so you decide to literally take things into your own hands. Trying to recreate what he did before, you spit into your palm and wrap your fingers around his tip, bringing your hand down in a swirly motion to the base of his shaft. You do that a few times, asking, âLike that?â to get confirmation from Sunghoon.
âJust like that, baby,â he says, not even taking notice of the pet name; but you do, and your face immediately flushes, surprised at how much you like it.
âBaby?â you repeat, but heâs too lost in his pleasure and just hums in response. His reaction eggs you on, and you lick a long stripe from his base to his tip, swirling your tongue around it and humming at the bitter but not unpleasant taste of precum there. When another moan escapes his throat, you take his tip in your mouth, at first just shallowly thrusting your head, but then trying to take more and more of him.Â
Youâre so focused on what youâre doing that you donât even realize how quickly heâs panting and how his grunts start to get whinier until heâs moaning out your name. âA-ah, Y/N, feels so good, âm gonna cum, fuck-â
He goes silent as he shoots his release down your throat, eyebrows deeply furrowed and mouth open wide in pleasure. Thereâs so much of it and you canât swallow it all, so you pull your head back, catching your breath, and a hot string of cum hits your chin and your throat. Sunghoon takes a look at you and the sight of you with some of his cum makes his dick twitch before he plops back down on the bed. You giggle as you take tissues from the bedside table (cause of course heâs got tissues next to his bed) and wipe away his seed, then lie down next to him, brushing away the hair thatâs sticking to his forehead with sweat and peppering his face with soft kisses.
He opens his eyes and smiles, turning his head to look at you before engulfing you in a bear hug, sweaty bodies sticking together but neither of you minding it. âThat was so good, Y/N. What the fuck,â he sighs, pecking your forehead.
You hum, nuzzling your nose into his neck. âI know, right? Who knew you could use your mouth for other things than saying stupid shit,â you tease.
He pulls back and gives you a look that tries to be stern, but you know heâs joking. âDo I need to remind you again, young lady?â
You giggle and peck his lips, forcing him out of character as his dimples appear on his cheeks. âLater, definitely.â
And after that day, he makes sure to remind you time and time again of how good his mouth feels on you. You shouldâve seen it coming with how amazing of a kisser he was; but truly, there was nothing like cumming on your friendâs tongue.
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Youâre relieved to find that not much has changed, after all; you and Sunghoon still play around in the pool, watch stupid movies and hang out with your friends like always. Sure, there are stray hands here and there, or looks that last a little too long and mean a little too much, but if anything, it just makes your friendship more playful and exciting.Â
Youâre both open with what you like and donât like, so it doesnât take either of you to figure out exactly how to make the other come undone embarrassingly quickly. (The shortest amount of time it took him was 2:38 seconds - yes, he timed it - and he hasnât let you live it down since.) You like it when he presses his large hand down onto your lower tummy while he eats you out, or when he sits you between his legs and whispers all sorts of things as his fingers work their magic inside you and on your clit. He likes it when you get down on your knees in front of him and look up at him as you suck him dry, or when you sit in his lap and kiss his neck and play with his hair while he plays video games. And donât even get him started on when you palmed him over his sweatpants while you watched a movie with Chaeyong, Jay and Jake, making sure that the movements under the blanket went unnoticed by them. He wanted to punish you after they left, he really did, but you took him in your mouth right there in the living room and gave him an orgasm that had his thighs shaking for five minutes afterwards. You were pretty proud of yourself for that one.Â
You also find out that he hates it when you tease and edge him, which only makes you do it more; the only problem is that, if you do that, heâll make you ride his thigh and wonât help you at all. His proud smirk and snide praises combined with the feeling of his thick thigh underneath your core were more than enough to get you to your end, though.
And truly, nothing has changed, especially not Sunghoonâs special talent in pushing boys away from you.
âWhat do you mean, Lee Heeseung is coming back?â he heatedly asks, slamming his glass of lemonade down on the outdoor table so hard youâre scared it might break.
âItâs the summer, of course heâs coming back. He just stayed behind for a bit to enjoy a few weeks of the city without college, and now heâs coming back here,â Jake explains, shrugging.
âDo you know when heâll be here?â you ask, far too much excitement in your voice to Sunghoonâs taste.
âJust in a couple days.â
Sunghoon has smoke coming out of his ears when he sees how much you perk up at the news of your old crush being back in town for summer. He likes the boy, but he hates that you like him. And since Heeseung is friends with Jay, Jake, and by association Sunghoon, begrudgingly so, heâll definitely see lots of him in the upcoming months. And if Sunghoon sees Heeseung, then youâll see Heeseung, too. And that, Sunghoon doesnât like.
You notice something is off with him that afternoon because of how uncharacteristically quiet he is. Sunghoon, ever the loud introvert, is always arguing for no reason and laughing louder than everybody around him. So when he merely chuckles at his friendsâ numerous displays of stupidity in the pool and doesnât even say anything in protest to you getting on Jakeâs shoulders to play against Chaeyoung and Jay, you know something is definitely up. You also have a good idea of what that something might be, and youâd be lying if you said you didnât find it endearing.
You stay behind when your friends leave in the early evening. Without a word, you and Sunghoon pack away the inflatable toys in the pool cabin and clean up the table, putting the dirty glasses in the sink. You do the dishes while he prepares sandwiches for the two of you, which he insisted on doing after he heard your stomach grumbling. You watch the latest Kurtis Conner video as you eat and canât help but notice that he doesnât even chuckle at any of the jokes or skits when heâd usually be clutching his stomach in laughter.Â
When youâre done eating, you take a resolute breath and pause the video, but Sunghoon doesnât even notice, only snapping out of his daze when you call out his name.
âHuh?â When his eyes find you, he almost looks surprised to see you, as if heâd forgotten you were there.
âAre you going to tell me whatâs wrong?â you ask, slightly frowning. âYou look so out of it today.â
âHuh? Iâm fine, nothingâs wrong,â he says dismissively and presses play, but you quickly pause the video again.
âIâm your best friend, Sunghoon, I know when somethingâs the matter and I know when youâre lying. We donât have to talk about it if you donât want to, but donât pretend everythingâs fine when we both know thatâs not true.â
He peers at you for a moment, cursing you for knowing him so well. He crosses his arm and averts his gaze, pouting like an angry child. âI hate it when youâre right.â
You giggle and make your way around the counter to him, standing inbetween his legs and wrapping your arms around his neck to make him look up at you. His hands come naturally up to your waist. âI justâŠâ he starts, then immediately stops himself with a sigh., âYouâve always had a crush on Heeseung. But these are our last couple months together, and I donât want somebody else taking up your attentionâŠâ
He buries his face between your breasts to hide his blush, and you canât help but giggle again. âStop laughing at me!â he protests, but the muffled sound of his voice just makes you laugh more. You stroke his hair and press a gentle kiss at the top of his head.
âSure, Iâm happy Heeseungâs coming back. But thereâs no one Iâd rather spend my summer with than you, Sunghoon, you should know that.â He leans back to look up at you with puppy eyes and a small pout. You cup his face, admiring how cute he looks like this, and smile softly down at him.
âReally?â
âReally,â you answer, and he leans in for a kiss.
Itâs a soft one. Itâs a patient kiss, neither of you urging to get somewhere else, to do something more. It reminds you of that kiss in his room a few weeks ago, when you were still curious and discovering each other. From then on, your kisses had become more feverish, more eager, more playful. But now, youâre taking your time. For now at least, neither of you is going anywhere. So your lips melt together slowly, and when you take breaks to breathe, you look each other in the eyes and smile before leaning back in.
Itâs when you sigh against his lips, eyes still closed as you pull away, that it hits him. I could do this forever, he thinks.
I could sit here with my arms around her waist and her lips against mine and the smell of chlorine and the sound of her laugh forever and Iâd never get tired of it, he thinks, but immediately afterwards, he realizes he wonât get to do this forever. Summer will end, youâll both head off to college, and youâll only get to see each other every few months until another summer comes. And who knows what might happen until then?
You might meet someone and realize Sunghoon isnât all that; hell, he might meet someone, but he highly doubts anyone could even come close to the way you make him feel.
âHello? Earth to Sunghoon?â you quietly joke, looking down at him with an affectionate look in your eyes. You press the pads of your fingers to his two moles before replacing your fingers with your lips, giving each one a quick peck. âYou were up on the moon for a minute there.â
Sunghoon hums softly, smiling as he lets himself melt under your touch. âSorry. Itâs just really hot, isnât it?â he says, a stupid excuse he uses as a blanket to cover his feelings. There is some sweat beading at his hairline, which helps make his lie more believable, but you donât need to know itâs not just because of the summer heat.
Slowly, your smile turns mischievous, and Sunghoon can tell you have an idea in mind. âIt is pretty hot⊠Wait here.â
He watches as you fill a tall glass with ice from the dispenser in the fridge and pop an ice cube in your mouth, a devilish smile on your face, and laughs when that smile is replaced with a frown as the coldness hits you and you spit it back into the glass, laughing along with him. âWhat the hell are you doing?â he asks between giggles.
âI got the idea a few days ago when we were having popsiclesâŠ,â you say looking down at the glass between your hands, slightly embarrassed. âYou kissed me and your mouth was really cold but it felt nice.â Sunghoon hums, egging you to go on. You lift the glass up to his cheeks, applying just a bit of pressure to the soft skin. âI thought this could be refreshing.âÂ
You take the ice cube back in your mouth, sucking on it but not letting it melt completely before pressing your lips against Sunghoonâs and opening your mouth just a bit so he could feel the cold of the ice cube. You feel his smile into the kiss as the ice cube swirls between your tongues, sending shivers down your spine.Â
âVery refreshing indeed,â he murmurs when the ice has completely melted. He gets up and takes the glass in one of his hands, leaning down to your level and says âCâmonâ with the same mischievous smile as you on his face.
You two hurry up the stairs, and when you get to his room, he hands you the glass before throwing himself on his back, laying on his back with his hands behind his head. âShow me what you had in mind.â
You straddle his hips and take an ice cube from the glass, rubbing it over his lips before pushing it inside his mouth, the cold making him hiss. You quickly counteract that by pressing your lips to his, the contrast of your warm tongue and the freezing ice turning him on more than he wouldâve thought.
When the ice has melted, you take another piece and brush it along his jaw, down his Adamâs apple and around his nipples. The cold temperature makes him squirm but he doesnât shy away from it, even closing his eyes to focus solely on the feeling. While you play with the ice cube, you also leave warm kisses all over his skin, reveling in its slightly salty taste from the thin layer of sweat. You let the ice cube melt between his abs and watch him wriggle as he sucks in a sharp breath, then grab another one, starting off where the previous one stopped. You circle his navel while your fingers play with the hem of his swimming trunks. He pulls them down himself and you chuckle at his eagerness. âI shouldâve known you liked the cold, with all those years of ice skating you did,â you tease. Â
Heâs almost fully hard, and it only takes a few kisses and trailing the ice cube down his inner thighs to have his dick fully erect. Heâd only been letting out small sighs and hisses until now, but when you grab another ice cube and circle it around his sensitive tip, he throws his head back into the pillows and moans loudly. You push your luck and drag the ice cube down his shaft, his thighs snapping together when it reaches his balls. You put it in your mouth and let it melt so that your tongue is still cold when you swirl it around his tip, already tasting precum there. But before you can take him further in your mouth, he calls out your name.
âWait. I donât wanna cum just yet. My turn.â
He shakes his shoulders in excitement as you switch positions, you taking your t-shirt and bikini top off and laying on your back and him sitting down with one knee on each side of your thighs, an ice cube in his hand and a giddy smile on his face.
He brushes it over your lips before pushing it just a bit into your mouth, holding onto it with two fingers while you suck on it, gazes locked in each other. Just as you did earlier, he trails it down your throat and your chest until they reach your nipples, marveling at the thin wet trail it leaves in its wake. He licks this trail as he circles one of your nipples with the ice cube, and you donât know if you should focus on his warm tongue or on the cold ice cube. Once itâs melted, he takes another one and circles your other nipple with it, his mouth coming to wrap around the now cold one. Your hands fly up to grab at his hair, your back arching into his touch as you moan and pant loudly.
He sucks and licks at your nipples until youâre calling out his name, begging for more. As nice as his mouth or an ice cube around your nipples feel, your pussy is throbbing and desperate for attention. âSunghoon⊠Please,â you whine.
âPlease what?â he teases, looking up from your breasts with a smirk.
You whine again, knowing he knows full well what you want. âPleaseâŠâ
He trails the ice cube down your stomach, circling your navel a few times where it melts before slipping two cold fingers underneath your bikini bottoms. âIs this what you want, baby?,â he asks as he rubs his fingers between his folds, and you whine at the feeling of having him so close to your hole and to your clit but not quite there either. He smirks when you nod frantically but whine at the loss of his fingers against you as he takes your bottoms off and reaches for another ice cube.
You release a loud moan and arch your back off the bed when the ice cube touches your clit. âFuck, Hoon!â
He rubs the ice cube up and down your folds, your heat melting it much faster than your skin. He takes another one and brings it to your entrance this time, circling around it before pushing the ice cube in and staring with wonder as it melts quickly. He holds your hips down so you stop bucking them up, whimpering at the amazing feeling of the ice against you. He replaces the ice cube with his fingers inside of you and his tongue on your clit, sucking expertly at the sensitive bud and lapping at your juices. And while it feels good - God, does it feel good - and you let Sunghoon know just how nice it feels with your moans, whispers of his names and the way you hold onto his hair, youâre craving something more.
Itâs something youâve been wanting for the past few days, but you couldnât quite put your finger on it. No matter how nice Sunghoonâs fingers and mouth felt, they didnât make you feel close to him enough. You wanted to be so close to him you didnât know where you ended and where he started; you wanted to feel him.Â
You pull him up by the face, asking him to come here and getting lost in his lips as soon as they reach your level. God, Sunghoonâs kisses. You could drown in them. But still, that craving, that need for more. And now that his body is pressed up against yours and you can feel his erection against your thigh, so close to your core, you think you know what it is that you want. âHmm, pleaseâŠâ
âYou keep asking me for something, but you donât tell me what it is.â
âYou. I want you, Hoon, please,â you beg, murmuring against his lips as you wrap your legs around his hips and bring him even closer, his cock now pressing against your cunt.
âM-me?,â he asks, leaning back just a bit, but you pull him back in right away, resting his forehead against yours.
âYes, please. I need to feel you inside me.â
Your words are enough to get a moan out of Sunghoon. âFuck, you have no idea how long Iâve been waiting for this,â he pants, planting kisses all over your face and neck. Usually, youâd giggle at the ticklish sensation, but right now, youâre so drunk on pleasure, it just makes your breath even shallower and your core wetter.
âHow long?â
âGod. Since the second time we kissed probably,â he replies, reaching for a condom in the drawer of his bedside table. You think back to that moment six weeks ago (how has it been six weeks already?, you think), after you and Sunghoon had made up and made out on his couch in front of a horror movie. Heâd wanted you for that long? And heâd waited for you to say something since then?
âTodayâs your lucky day, then,â you tease in an attempt to alleviate the need for him that takes over your bones, but his gaze when he looks back at you ruins any effort. If anything, it just makes you need him even more. You feel like you might explode if you donât have him right now.
You watch as he clumsily wraps the condom around his member, clearly never having done this before, but you wouldnât be of any help, so you let him figure it out on his own. You let your head fall back as he rubs his tip up and down your folds, gathering your slick on his dick before aligning himself at your entrance and giving you a long, deep kiss.
âAre you sure about this?â he asks, forehead on yours.
âYeah. Are you?â
âYeah, I am. But Iâm also scared.â
âScared of what, Hoon?â you ask, opening your eyes to look at him. You caress his cheek and cup his face in your hands, watching softly as he lets his head rest on your palm.
âIâm scared of hurting you. I heard it hurts the first time. And Iâm scaredâŠâ he closes his eyes and frowns a bit. âIâm scared itâll feel too good. That Iâll always want it. You.â
You take a small moment to think, your thumb brushing over his cheek in what you hope is a comforting manner. âYou wonât hurt me, Hoon. It only hurts if youâre not ready⊠And Iâm plenty ready. I know youâll take it slow.â You smile softly when he nods, turning his head to kiss your palm. But if sex is as good as youâve heard it is, youâre also scared that it might be the best thing youâve ever experienced and that youâll never get enough. You and Sunghoon have been meeting up almost everyday this summer and it has more often than not ended up with one of you between the otherâs legs; you could never get bored of the things he made you feel or of knowing you were making him feel those exact same things. If you couldnât live without his fingers, how could you live without his dick?
How could you live without him?
You tried to snap out of those thoughts, reassuring yourself that even before all of this you couldnât imagine yourself living without Sunghoon, and that there was no reason this should change anything. âAnd donât be scared of that, silly,â you say, making him smile. âIâll always be here, Sunghoon. Iâll always want you, too.âÂ
âFuck, okay,â he whispers, kissing your lips once before pulling himself up on his palms, hovering over you. âTell me if you need me to stop, yeah?â he asks and waits for you to nod before finally pushing in.
You instantly moan when you feel his tip inside you, and Sunghoon stops, frantically asking if youâre okay. It takes some convincing to get him to push himself further in. âIt feels so good, Hoon. Please keep going.â
You tell him to not stop until heâs fully inside you, and he obeys, even though he wants to stop when he sees your frown and your sharp intakes of breath. When heâs buried to a hilt, he canât help but collapse on top of you, burying his face in your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. âY/N,â he drawls out. âFeels so fucking good. So tight,â he murmurs against your neck.
âMmh. Give me a minute, baby.â Your hands caress up and down the expanse of his back and you feel him relax on top of you. As you adjust around his length, the stretch starts to feel more and more pleasurable, until pleasure is the only thing you feel. âHoon?â
âYeah?â he says, kissing and nibbling softly at your neck and earlobe.
âYou can move, now.â
Sunghoon doesnât need to be told twice and ever-so-slowly slides out of you, leaving only the tip in before he slides back in. His thrusts are slow but deep, and itâs everything youâve ever wanted and more. Heâs barely started but youâre both already whimpering messes, holding onto each other tightly as pleasure like neither of you has felt before takes over your entire bodies.
As you both get more comfortable, his pace picks up just a tiny bit and you tentatively raise your legs higher so that theyâre hooked around the back of his knees instead of laying on the bed. The new angle only adds to the intense pleasure, but you donât even realize youâre crying until Sunghoon stops mid-thrust, wiping your tears with his thumb and worryingly asking if youâre okay and if it hurts and if he should stop. You open your eyes and smile, instantly calming his nerves. You bring his head closer to yours and kiss him like youâd stop breathing if you didnât. âIt feels so fucking good, Hoon. So, so good.â
He sighs out of relief and resumes his actions, heart swelling with pride that heâs making you feel so good, youâre crying. Heâs always hated seeing you cry or hurt in general; but knowing what kind of tears these are, he thinks you look so pretty with tears streaming down your face. His hands grip your thighs a bit tighter as he quickens his pace, already addicted to the feeling of your warm walls taking him in so well.
He slips out a few times but youâre always quick to guide him back inside you. He lifts his body up a bit to get a deeper angle, hoping itâll get him to stop slipping out, and heâs blown away by the sight underneath him. He thinks youâve never looked so gorgeous as you do now, legs spread wide for him, cheeks flushed, brows furrowed and mouth agape for him. He kisses your tears, the salty taste bringing a smile to his lips. âSo perfect,â he whispers against your mouth. âYou look so beautiful.â
Sunghoon takes your legs and wraps them higher around his hips, the new angle hitting a spot inside you thatâs making you see stars and has you moaning his name like itâs the only thing you know how to say. You feel that familiar tension build up inside your stomach much faster and much stronger than it usually does.
âFuck, Sunghoon, Iâm gonna cum,â you warn, and a harsher thrust inside you is what pushes you over the edge, the sensation crashing into you and making your thighs shake. An orgasm has never hit you this hard before.
Youâre clenching around him like crazy and Sunghoon gasps as you milk him dry, his own orgasm hitting him all at once. He shoots his release inside the condom and stills inside you, breath completely taken away by the sudden, overwhelming sensation.
He lays on top of you for a moment as you both catch your breaths, trying to make sense of how something can feel this good without killing you instantly. He apologizes when his pulling out makes you wince and kisses the top of your head. He rolls onto his back, pulling you with him so that youâre now almost lying on top of him, head against his chest as his arms wrap themselves around you. You leave kisses all over his chest and neck and his hands caress your back.
âThat was amazing.â
âI know, right?â he responds immediately, his enthusiasm making you laugh.
âThanks, Hoon,â you say timidly, voice muffled against his skin.
âFor what?â
âFor making me feel this good.â
He chuckles. âNo need to thank me, pretty. If anything, I should thank you for letting me make you feel good, and on top of that making me feel good.â
You hum at his words and you both stay there for a bit longer, enjoying each otherâs warmth. Something blooms inside your chest, and you donât know whether to let it grow or to squash it down. It feels nice, almost too nice, and youâre scared it might get ripped away from you and it wonât feel so nice then.
Friendship, sex, love. In those weeks spent with Sunghoon, those previously clear lines have blurred to a point they were all one big messy ball of feelings and not three distinct things you could tell apart. Has sex turned your friendship with Sunghoon into something romantic? Or is that just an illusion, and being so intimate with your best friend has messed up your once platonic vision of him? But was your vision of him ever platonic?
Haven't the two of you always been teased about liking each other for a reason? After all, you and Sunghoon didn't grow up together, and heâs never felt like a brother to you. He has always been your male friend; youâve always been aware that he was your friend who was also a boy. When you'd moved in the house next to his, you hadnât instantly clicked; it took a while for the ice skating prodigy to warm up to you, but his parents had warmly welcomed yours into the neighborhood and quickly became friends, so it was only a matter of time before heâd open up to the idea of you being around. Constantly.
Youâd walk to and from school together, do homework together, go on family trips together, cheer each other on at your respective competitions. After his ice skating lessons, when his coach let him have the whole place to himself for a bit more practice, heâd tie your ice skates for you and drag you onto the ice rink, holding you by the waist or shoulders as he skated backwards in front of you, but also laughing at you when you inevitably fell. Heâd tease you for getting second place at the science fair or for getting your arguments torn apart during Model United Nations, but the way heâd be a little nicer to you or share his food more often that week wouldnât escape you.
Being a handsome young ice skater, Sunghoon had developed quite the loyal following of boys and girls alike who would come to see him at his competitions. He thrived off of the attention, but no matter how much he enjoyed his fansâ admiration, you were always the one heâd skate to after having won first place, hugging you tightly over the barrier separating the ice from the bleachers. Especially during your younger teen years, Sunghoon wasnât one for skinship or PDA, so it always meant that much more to you that even after his most important wins, you were the first thing on his mind. It never failed to make your stomach flip, and all the death stares from his fans in the world couldnât have changed a thing.
You were already close, but you became practically inseparable after Sunghoonâs injury. During the competition that would have gotten him a place at the Youth Winter Olympics had he won, his nerves got the best of him and he didnât land his triple axel, hurting his ankle in the process. Ten years of dedication and hard work, ruined in mere seconds. To say that it destroyed him would be an understatement.
You were the one to bring him back up. You listened to him when he needed to vent, held him when he needed a shoulder to cry on, cheered him up when he needed to smile. He didnât even need to tell you what he needed, you seemed to just know. You reminded him that he had a lot more value than his medals and trophies and that he didnât need them to be complete. His family and friends tried their best to make him feel better, but their words never reached him quite like yours did.
Slowly but surely, his confidence came back. Heâd lost his fans, but heâd gained a friend he knew would always be there for him. His dimples would appear more often, his laugh would resonate louder. His injury had made the two of you grow closer, creating a bond that would only strengthen over time.
And yet there were moments when being friends wasnât enough. When calling him your best friend didnât feel right. You had other friends, friends you were close to; sure, maybe not as close as to Sunghoon, but close nonetheless. And you didnât feel that way around them.
Their laugh didnât make your heart skip a beat. You didnât want to bury your face in their necks and breathe in their scent when they hugged you. You didnât want to know every single detail of their day. And you surely didnât feel a pang of jealousy in your chest when they danced with another girl at your school ball.
You also didnât crave their lips on yours every single day since it had happened for the first time and didnât want to see what they sounded or looked like while getting the life sucked out of them through their dick.
Everybody told you it was obvious you were âmore than friends.â Why did romantic love have to be âmoreâ than platonic love? Why were there levels to it? You didnât like the idea of taking your relationship with Sunghoon âone step furtherâ; that wasnât the way it felt to you. Rather, it felt like having to change everything you knew and create something new. Something where you could see him laugh and tell him about your day, but where you could also kiss him and graze his skin with your fingertips. Something that only you could share with him and only he could share with you. But you were afraid the friendship would fall apart if things didn't work out. So, instead of taking the risk of changing everything, you made sure things would stay the same. Youâd tell the butterflies raging in your stomach to settle down and you wouldnât let yourself fall into his touch in case itâd be like falling from the highest mountain.
That is, until he kissed you. Until this moment, right now, lying in his arms, ear right over his heart so you can hear it beat for you. You look up at him. His eyes are closed and a soft smile rests on his lips. He looks so peaceful. He always looks pleased when youâve just been together, but right now, he seems to be in such a serene state, it almost makes you laugh.
Now that youâve given in to your feelings, youâve realized just how strong they were this whole time. Nothing has ever felt better than being in Sunghoonâs arms, than being able to see him at his most vulnerable state and to give all of you to him. All those things you didnât know about him just six weeks ago, you know them by heart now. Youâre sure thereâs other things to find out, and youâll make sure you will.
But summer wonât last forever.
A wave of sadness slaps you right in the face, bringing you back to reality. Thereâll come a time where you and Sunghoon wonât be able to lounge around all day or lazily make-out at your will. Youâll go your own ways and not see each other for months at a time. The thought of that is unbearable, and you feel like looking at Sunghoon for a second longer might rip your heart into a million pieces.
When you sit up, tearing yourself away from his grip, he immediately opens his eyes, asking whatâs wrong.
âJust need to go to the bathroom. I heard you can get STIs from not peeing after sex,â you half-lie. He nods and falls back into the bed.Â
You rush to the toilet, needing to get far away from Sunghoon as quickly as possible. Even your pee smells different - guess thatâs what having a dick inside you will do to you. You wash your hands and look in the mirror: your skin is darker in some spots, surely Sunghoonâs work. So not only did he mess with your thoughts, he also had to make your body all weird, too?
You splash your face with cold water, hoping it will bring you back to your senses. You and Sunghoon have been best friends for years. Thereâs no point in changing all of that now, is there? Youâll be leaving soon enough, anyway. Why ruin a perfectly fine friendship for a summer fling?
Those are your thoughts as you head back to Sunghoonâs bedroom, ready to tell him that this whole thing was a mistake and you should just pretend it never happened. But your resolve crumbles at your feet as soon as you step inside the room.
Sunghoonâs got a couple of snacks ready as he browses through Netflix in search of an appropriate movie. âHow about Twilight?â he says when he feels the bed dip under your weight next to him. He kisses your forehead and pulls you down on the bed with him so that youâre lying back against his chest.
Screw it, you think. Whatever this is, itâs much more than a summer fling.
--
The rest of the summer goes by in a flash. No, you donât try to make Sunghoon jealous by flirting with Heeseung; if the mention of the latterâs name was enough to get your friend mad, then purposefully twirling your hair or batting your eyelashes at the older boy just might make Sunghoon white-boy-punch a hole into a wall. And itâs not like Heeseung would try coming onto you, either, with how clingy Sunghoon gets when heâs around, always an arm around your waist and a glare that could kill Heeseung.
Sunghoon gradually opens up to Heeseung being around, even though it takes you reminding him almost daily that heâs the one whose arms you wanna end up in over anybodyâs. After a couple weeks, Sunghoon stops looking like he's on the brink of starting a fight every time Heeseung so much as talks to you or hands you a glass of lemonade, and finally relaxes around him.
You spend countless sleepless nights with Sunghoon. Youâve probably memorized every single one of his moles by now, and youâve made sure to kiss all of them. He holds you against him like he might lose you at any given moment. The only nights you donât fall asleep in each otherâs embrace are when either one of you is sleeping over at your friendâs house. On those nights, sleep always takes hours before washing over you, the lack of warmth keeping you awake.
Your friends and you spend entire days at the lake or by Sunghoonâs pool, not a care in the world. You rest your head on Sunghoonâs shoulder as you watch the fireworks Jake and Jay bought go off. Sunghoon grills your marshmallows for you, blowing on them so they cool down before handing you the stick. You try to ignore how the night air gets slightly chillier and how the sun sets slightly earlier, but by the last days of August, it becomes too noticeable. When September rolls around, youâre sure thereâs a small crack in your heart.
You know Sunghoon feels the end of summer too. His kisses are deeper and his lips linger over yours a second longer. He frowns when he kisses you and hugs you, like heâs trying to remember what it feels like. His usual playful demeanor when youâre in bed together is gone, instead seemingly hellbent on making you feel good and almost begging you to say his name. As if you could say any other name. As if you could say anything else.
Neither of you mention your departure until the night before you leave. After spending the evening with your friends, you lie together in bed, the side of your face resting against his chest so you can feel his heart against your ear. Heâs tracing patterns with his fingertips on your back, and it takes you a while to figure out heâs spelling his name over and over again, as if to etch it in your skin. When, once in a while, he takes his hand off of you to reach for his phone, you can still feel his fingers caressing you, ghostlike against your skin.
The air around you feels heavy, pressing the both of you down into the mattress. You wish the bed would eat you alive so you could stay there, warm against each other, as long as you like. You know you canât leave without talking first, but the words wonât come to you. Instead, they float around the bed, weighing your heart down into your stomach.
âSo,â you start. You're unsure what to say, but you know this conversation has to happen, one way or another. In the end, you settle on, âExcited to leave?â
Sunghoon scoffs lightly, his motions on your back coming to a stop. âNot really, no. Itâs not like Iâm leaving that far, and half of our school is going to our uni.â
âMaybe, but thereâll be tons of other people. Tons of other girls, too,â you add after a short pause.
âDonât do this, Y/N, please.â
You sit up at his words. He covers his eyes with his forearm and takes a deep breath in, sensing an incoming argument. âDo what?â
âThis. Getting mad at me when I havenât done anything.â
âIâm not mad at you,â you protest, frowning down at him.
âNo? Then whatâs this?â he says, smoothing down the lines between your eyebrows and on your forehead with the pad of a finger.
âWhatever.â You nudge your head away from his touch. It burns. âItâs not like Iâm wrong, anyway. Youâre gonna have a bunch of girls at your feet, and youâll know what to do with them, right? Now that youâre not a virgin?â you question, avoiding his gaze.
âY/NâŠâ he sighs, shutting his eyes tighter as if in pain.
âWhat? This was the whole reason why, right? Get experience with me so you could fuck girls better, no?â
âY/N!â he says, raising his voice enough to let you know heâs upset but not enough to scare you. He sits up, looking at you with hurt and disbelief in his eyes. âWhatâs this all of a sudden? Itâs not like I forced you into this! We agreed on it together!â
âSo you agree? That this summer was just about getting experience and now youâll use it on other girls and pretend like we,â you gesture between the two of you, ânever happened?â
âWhat do you mean âagreeâ? I never said any of this! Donât put words into my mouth!â
He watches as you get up from the bed, arms crossed and pacing his room. He calls out to you a few times, but you donât stop to look at him until he speaks your name with a sternness youâve never heard before from him. âWhat?â you snap.
âI donât get why youâre acting like this out of nowhere! We both knew summer was gonna end at some point, and why we were doing this! Why are you blaming me now?â
âBecause⊠becauseâŠâ you sigh, scrambling for an excuse. Why were you doing this? The thought of Sunghoon doing what he did to you to another girl, making her feel as good as he had made you feel, kissing her like he had kissed you, made you sick. It made you see red, it made you want to make him wear a shirt with your face on it so everybody knew he was yours.
Sunghoon gets up and stands close in front of you, too close. You close your eyes. If you see his moles, you might reach out to touch them and let yourself fall even more. If you fall, youâll need to get up, but his scent makes your knees weak.
His hands find your face, holding a little too gently, you think. Your small ones wrap around his wrists and grip them, a little too harshly, he thinks.Â
You take a step back and finally look into his eyes. Thereâs hope in them; hope youâll say what he wants, what he needs to hear. That you want him like he wants you. That you wish summer wasnât over. That youâll keep him in your heart until you can see him again. So, when what you say next is none of the above, he feels his heart sink down to his feet, leaving a murky puddle there.
âI canât do this.â
You rush out of the room, practically running home. You fight your tears back until you slam your bedroom behind you, pathetically sinking to the ground as you let out a loud sob. You don't have the energy to get up, and cry into your hoodie's sleeve right there on the floor.
When youâve calmed down a bit, you get up and lay in your bed, hiding your whole body underneath the covers. Maybe this is for the best, you think. If you end it like this, you wonât have the knowledge of whether heâll wait to have you back or heâll move on like nothing happened. That way, you can do whatever you want, not caring about what heâs up to.Â
But even now, your hands subconsciously reach out towards a person thatâs not there and your feet hang over the edge of your bed as though to get up and run to him anytime. You curl in on yourself to stop your body from aching for him. It doesnât work very well.
Sunghoon stays where you left him for a few minutes, too stunned to move. Should he run after you? Should he let you cool off for a bit and talk to you in the morning? Would you be mad at him if he didnât try to see you now or would the mere sight of him just make you angrier? He plops down on his bed as these questions run through his mind, butting into each other and making everything more confusing.Â
He thinks back on everything that led to this, and his mind settles on that day a few days after graduation where his thoughts had dropped to the lowest pits of hell. If only you hadnât brought those two damned lollipops.
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The next morning, Sunghoon wakes up as if somebody had slapped him awake. He doesnât bother to brush his teeth or eat anything before running over to your house, almost forgetting to put shoes on. He finds you in your room, packing the last of your things into an already full suitcase. He stands at your door, panting as his hands rest on his knees.
âYou havenât left yet. Thank God.â
âGod, Hoon. Itâs not that far between your house and mine. How are you so out of breath,â you say, glancing at him from the corner of your eye.
He walks to you and kneels in front of you, taking you in his arms before you can say anything. âTalk to me, please. Donât leave like this. Iâd never forgive myself if you left and you were mad at me, Y/N.â
You thought youâd cried so much last night that there was not a single drop of water left in your body, but you thought wrong. Your eyes immediately well up at his words, and he leans back when he hears a soft sniffle escaping you. Only then does he notice how puffy your eyes from all your crying.
âNo, no⊠Have you been crying? Iâm so sorry, pretty, please donât cry,â he pouts, pulling you back into his embrace. It hasnât even been half a day, but you missed his warmth so much, it only makes you cry harder.
After sobbing against his chest, possibly staining his shirt in the process, you pull away and in your light-headed, dehydrated state, spill your heart out. âItâs so stupid,â you sob. âWeâre not gonna see each other for months and Iâm gonna miss you so much and I donât want you to be with other girls. I want you all to myself and I donât want to be your friend that you fucked for a summer just so you could get experience, it was a stupid idea in the first place, if you wanted to kiss me, you shouldâve just kissed me. But you didnât just kiss me and now Iâm scared that this all meant nothing to you but everything to me and that I donât want to be friends anymore but you do and Iâm mad that it took me all summer to say this even though Iâve known it for years but I didnât want to admit it to myself but also you didnât say anything and Iâm mad about that too. Because thereâs no way you donât feel like I do but maybe you actually donât and-â
Whatever you were about to say dies out against Sunghoonâs lips as he presses his lips to yours, interrupting your rambling. He pulls away, looking at you with a huge, stupid grin. Heâs so stupid, you think. I love him so much.
âFucking hell, Y/N. Iâve been waiting for you to say this so bad, you have no idea.â
You punch his chest, frowning at him. Those stupid tears wonât stop. Everything is so stupid. âThen why didnât you say it first?â
âBecause I didnât know how to. You know Iâm bad with words. And I was scared itâd make things weird.â
âI donât want things to be weird,â you pout.
âI donât want things to be weird, either. I want things to be nice and happy.â
You giggle. âThatâs so stupid.â
âRight? Itâs so stupid,â he repeats, kissing you again.
âYour breath smells,â you complain when he pulls away.
âAnd you have tears on your lips. Tastes salty,â he teases.
âYeah, thanks to who?â
âSorry.â He smiles and kisses you again. He holds you against him for a while, enjoying this last moment together. As long as he can see a smile on your face before you leave, heâll be fine.
âIâm gonna miss you so much too, Y/N. And forget about those non-existent girls. Thereâs no one Iâd rather be with than you.â
âHow do you know? You havenât met any of them yet,â you say, voice muffled against his t-shirt.
âIâve met other girls before. None of them compare to you,â he says, and you immediately gag at how clichĂ© it sounds. âWhat?! Itâs true,â he giggles.
âYouâre not gonna go and date a random guy, are you?â
âOf course not. None of them compare to you,â you say, lowering your voice to imitate his.
He helps you finish packing, and when youâre done, you lay together on your bed, not saying much because not much needs to be said. Your parents struggle to tear you away from each other and from your bed when itâs time to leave. He helps your dad put your baggage in the trunk of his car, telling you to not lift a finger so you watch him go to and from the car, leaving a kiss on your forehead every time he walks past you. You notice with a smile that he doesnât carry much at once, making him have to go back-and-forth quite often.
After saying goodbye to your family, your dad waits in the car as you and Sunghoon hang back awkwardly, kicking small pebbles on the pavement. He takes your hand in his, making you look up at him, then takes the other hand, then hugs you close to him.
âIâm gonna miss you,â you say, as if that wasnât obvious. Youâre trying hard to fight tears from falling again, but itâs like thereâs an ocean behind your eyes, water somehow never running out.Â
âI already miss you,â he says, and thatâs enough to get you to sob again, which makes him start crying too. Youâre crying, heâs crying, your mom is crying from the porch as she watches the two of you, itâs a mess.
You force yourself away from him, cupping his face in your hands. âWeâll see each other soon, okay? And college will be fun. You wonât even have time to miss me. But make time to think about me, yeah? And text me.â
âI will. Iâll think about you all the time, I already do,â he says.
âOkay,â you whisper and hug him one last time, very briefly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Youâre about to walk away but he doesnât let go of your hand and pulls on your arm to bring you back to him.
Pressing his forehead against yours, he whispers, âI love you,â and you sob.
âI love you, too.â
This time, when you walk away, he lets you go. He watches as you get into the passengerâs seat and as the car drives away, as it takes you away from him. You watch him stand there in the rearview mirror, until his silhouette becomes smaller, and smaller, and smaller, until you canât see him at all anymore.
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Summer went and fall came as they do every year. Dead leaves are falling but itâs a new start for you. Itâs a new town and you donât know anybody, but you click instantly with your roommate and make new friends throughout your first week there. You realize everybodyâs in the same boat, and theyâre all eager to meet people and are curious about college life. You love your classes but complain about them nonetheless. You eat more ramen than youâd like to admit and turn up hungover at a 9 am class on a Thursday. You pull all-nighters at the library and develop a caffeine dependency. Youâre a college student.
You and Sunghoon were very dramatic when you left, you soon realize. You call almost everyday. Heâs not there with you and you miss him but at least you donât have to pretend youâre not stupidly in love with him anymore. Because itâs stupid, being in love, it really is. You wouldnât trade it for the world.
Your first semester passes by almost too quickly, and before you know it, youâre on the drive home, already one eighth of the way through university. Youâre excited to go home, but Sunghoonâs finals last a week longer so you wait around for him. When you complain about it, Chaeyoung tells you to get a grip. âYou havenât seen him in three months, Iâm sure you can handle another week.â
And you can, but barely. You were about to explode but then heâs back and youâre in his arms and his hair is still so soft, his scent is still so comforting and his moles are still there. You kiss them both before you finally press your lips to his, and it makes you feel so alive, you could die right then and there.
You lie on his bed and talk for hours as if you didnât keep in touch the whole time and itâs like you never left. Itâs like summer never ended and youâve just been lying in his bed the whole time, college just one big fever dream.Â
But his skin doesnât smell like chlorine anymore, and heâs not in his swimming trunks. Itâs fall, almost winter, and youâre kissing Park Sunghoon. You realize you can kiss him whatever the season and you find comfort in that. It was a big day (you cried a lot when you saw him) and youâre tired so you think youâll kiss for a bit and thatâll be all but then he whispers âI missed you so muchâ against your neck and a fire lights inside your stomach. Oh, how it burns. You think it might consume you whole, but you donât dislike that idea.
In a flash, youâre on top of him, his shirt is off, your shirt is off, but itâs not enough so you take your pants off too and Sunghoon is confused as to why youâre going so fast, but follows you anyway. âWhatâs going on?â he asks when youâre done with the taking off of your clothes and have moved on to kissing and biting at his neck like itâs your first meal in ages, because it is.
âI missed you too,â you simply answer, and he smirks as he nods slowly, now understanding your eagerness.
âMissed me that much, huh?â he teases, letting his head fall back against the pillow so you have better access to his neck.
âShut up. Kiss me,â you order, and he doesnât need to be told twice. Your kisses are ravenous and desperate, very fitting for two horny people in love who havenât seen each other in months. But the pulse in your core makes you too impatient to stay anywhere for too long, and really, itâs not your fault if youâre grinding down onto Sunghoonâs clothed erection, itâs just that he smells too good and you missed him too much.
Sunghoon laughs at you for being so impatient to hide just how impatient he is. His giggles keep him from moaning loudly enough to wake the whole house, and you laugh as you tell him to stop laughing.
âIâm serious. I missed you so much. Need you so bad,â you say as you get rid of your underwear and quickly do the same for his. He gasps when he feels you take his dick in your hand and brush its tip between your folds, both out of pleasure and out of surprise.
âShouldnât I get you ready? Stretch you out a bit?â he asks, his hands roaming up and down your back as he sits up on the bed so that youâre straddling his lap, and you shake your head no. Youâre probably already embarrassingly wet from your short makeout session, anyway.
âI donât care if it hurts,â you say, lining his tip with your entrance. âNeed to feel you.â
You sink down on his cock, the both of you releasing loud moans at the long-awaited feeling. He lets you adjust to his size for a minute, but as soon as you move your hips just a bit, signaling to him that youâre ready for more, itâs over for you. He wanted to be patient and take his time, he really did, but you feel so warm around him and your small whimpers are so pretty that his resolve of letting you take the lead is thrown out the window. He pounds into you at a rapid pace that has you biting his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming.
You had imagined your first time back with Sunghoon so many times before. It usually involved a nice playlist in the background, fairy lights and candles lighting the room, hours of foreplay and sensual lovemaking, with a nice bath afterwards. Sometimes, when you were particularly needy for him, you imagined something closer to what was actually happening, where youâd rip each otherâs clothes as soon as you got to the bedroom and fucked like animals (a bit much, admittedly, but you really missed him).
What you definitely hadnât expected, however, was that youâd both cum in less than five minutes. What could you do, though, when he was hitting your g-spot over and over again, his length stretching you perfectly as he whispered in your ear how much heâd missed you and how good you felt? And what could he do when you took him in so well, clinging onto him as you told him how much youâd missed him and how good he felt?
You finish at the same time, hole clenching around him and milking him dry. He doesnât pull out for a while, letting you collapse onto him as you both catch your breaths, just like you had that first time. âThat was a bit quick,â he pants, and you canât help but laugh.Â
You pull back to look at his face. Itâs so pretty and stupid. What a stupid face that you love so much. Do you love it because itâs stupid or is it stupid because you love it? You think that thatâs a stupid question, and you kiss the mole on his nose, then the mole on his cheek, right next to his nose.
âWe have all night to go slower.â
âWe have all Christmas break,â he corrects.
We have the rest of our lives, you think, and you think that might be a bit much, but you say it anyway. Sunghoon hums and says, âyes, we do,â and you think maybe itâs not all that stupid.
Maybe itâs the greatest thing thatâs ever been.
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female reader
Background: TW: (Past) SA. During times when old traumatic memories start to pop up again (for whatever random reason/trigger), I find myself seeking out art that I can connect with to help me process things. Over the years, Iâve spent endless hours searching for stories/books where the main character is dealing with sexual trauma while also trying to have/maintain a healthy sex life - this is my attempt to write that type of story (without delving into the details of the trauma).
Summary: (4k) TW: (Past) SA. Buckyâs girlfriend craves intimacy while struggling with triggers and flashbacks.
Warnings: 18+ Only. TW: Mention of past SA/trauma (very vague), flashbacks (including during sex), anxiety. Established relationship. Bucky doesnât always sleep with his prosthetic on (who else has this headcanon?). Fluff. Praise. Enthusiastic consent. Soft and sweet Bucky. Pet names (doll, sweetheart, baby). (Unprotected) PiV. Aftercare.
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Trauma has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it.Â
One minute, youâre laughing and dancing in the kitchen with your boyfriend, his hands around your waist while he sings a song from the 40âs, and the next thing you know, youâre leaning over the sink, your knees nearly giving out as you try to remember how to breathe.Â
All it took was one fleeting press of Bucky against your back and you were suddenly transported to a different time, your mind taking you back to those moments when your life irrevocably changed.
Other times, itâs less conspicuous.Â
Youâre on the back of his motorcycle, enjoying a peaceful ride outside the city, taking the scenic route to enjoy a bit more time together, when youâre hit with a wave of anxiety. Something in your brain made a connection to the past, and the only signal you can give Bucky is a tighter hold around his torso.
Thereâs not much that fazes him, given his own history and lingering struggles, but it doesnât always make it easier. You oscillate between wanting to talk it all out and just wanting to pretend youâre fine - Bucky doing his best to meet you wherever youâre at, trying to ease your burden as best he can.
When youâre really lucky, itâs a momentary thing, your mind allowing the memory to fade so you can focus on the present. When that happens, you get to go weeks, sometimes months, without it happening again.
Of course, youâre not always that lucky. There are times when it invades the rest of your day, seeping into moments it has no business being a part of. Trying to control parts of your life that you swore itâd never touch.Â
And then, there are times like now, when it sticks around. When it feels like the smallest thing sets you off, brief flashes of things youâd rather not have to think about playing out behind your eyes. Your body constantly on edge, giving you no reprieve, even when the memories finally fade out.
Youâre not sure how many days itâs been, or what the initial trigger even was, your mind too preoccupied with trying not to take a trip down memory lane. The only lifeline you can cling to is knowing you have a partner who supports you as much as you support him, especially during dark times, refusing to give up on each other.
As painful as it all can be, itâs a familiar pattern, one you know youâll eventually break free of, no matter how turbulent it gets. Until then, you ride the wave, doing everything you can to stay afloat, to allow yourself to continue to live your life, seek out the things that bring you joy and pleasure.
Yesterday was filled with laughter and adventures, Bucky taking you to some of his favorite places, whisking you off to the next destination when your anxiety started to get the better of you. As if heâs made it his mission to help you find your footing again.
Buckyâs love and patience is more than you could have ever hoped for, and as you wake up with him snuggled against your back, in the bed youâve shared for years, the remnants of your dream trying to take hold, his name spills out of you, filling the dark silence.
In an instant, heâs awake enough to breathe your name in return, his voice husky with sleep as he asks, âYou okay? Sâwrong, doll?â Buckyâs aware it was probably another nightmare, or maybe a flashback, but heâs learned not to assume anything, giving you the space to decide if and how you want to be heard.
Itâs not always that simple. Sometimes your voice can fail you, words getting trapped in your throat as you struggle to focus on the moment. Youâre not even sure how to describe whatâs happening, other than to admit that you feel on edge, like your skin is crawling, your body growing restless.
Bucky doesnât need more explanation, his hand leaving its normal resting place on your thigh to slide along your back, his intention clear. His familiar touch draws the expected reaction out of you, a soft sigh of relief as a bit of tension leaves your body, his fingertips dancing across your shoulder blade.
Almost immediately youâre curling up, inviting him to keep going, his reverent touch spreading tingles across your skin. As intimate as it is, thereâs nothing inherently sexual about it, Bucky wanting nothing more than to help you relax, to lull you back into a peaceful slumber.
Yet, your body seems to have other ideas, each tender caress of your back sending sparks of arousal to your core. Itâs far from the first time, even over the past several days, but itâs yet another aspect of your relationship that gets thrown off balance during times like this.
Any other time, Bucky would read your subtle cues, happily accepting the silent invitation to touch more of you, to bring you unspeakable pleasure. Until youâre back on solid ground though, itâs not an option for him. He canât risk pressuring you, the thought of adding more stress on top of everything youâre already struggling with too unbearable to him.Â
You canât exactly blame him. When the roles are reversed - when Bucky is dealing with his own trauma, ghosts of his past invading his mind - you follow his lead, offering him nothing more than a place to rest. A safe space, where heâs completely in control.
Thatâs what heâs been offering you since your brain decided to spend so much time in the past. Intimacy, in whatever form it takes, is on your terms, things never progressing unless youâre vocalizing your desires.Â
Buckyâs patience is unyielding. No matter how much your soft, breathy noises of appreciation stir up his need for you, the path of his hand doesnât alter. His fingertips continue to draw circles across your skin, exploring the contours of your back, as if he hasnât already mapped every single inch of you.Â
One of his favorite things is to touch you. To bring you comfort, to provide safety, and yes, when you allow him, to bring you pleasure. And right now, despite - or maybe because of - the turmoil broiling beneath the service, itâs what you need.
Thereâs a risk that things might overwhelm you. That you wonât be able to lose yourself in the moment. You try not to think about that, telling yourself that you at least deserve to try, knowing Bucky will help you through it, wherever it leads.
Your request for more remains subtle, a slight shift of your hips, pressing back into him, the evidence of his own arousal growing against your ass. Nothing changes for Bucky, his gentle touch following a trail up along your spine to the back of your neck, his thumb stroking a particular tense spot, refusing to take advantage of your trust in him.
Thereâs a part of you that wonders if you should just allow yourself to succumb to the sleep thatâs threatening to overtake you again, but you miss him. And, as he drags the back of his fingers down to the dip of your waist, you moan softly, your thighs tensing with need, seeking out friction.
Bucky knows exactly what heâs doing to you, each pass of his hand along sensitive flesh making you tremble, goosebumps spreading across your skin. Itâs not long before heâs able to smell you, the knowledge that his touch turns you on so much nearly enough to make him lose his resolve.
Somehow he remains steadfast, even as you shift again, arching your back and angling your hips to find more pressure, his erection trapped against the curve of your ass. Thereâs an ache building inside of him to grind against you, to give you what your body is so obviously asking for, your shuddering sighs encouraging him to keep touching you, waiting for permission that he knows might not come.
Itâs more than okay if it doesnât, Bucky content with easing your burdens in whatever way youâll allow him. Itâs a privilege heâll never take for granted.Â
As is the privilege of getting to bring you more pleasure. And the moment you whisper his name, followed by a barely audible utterance of âplease,â heâs asking you what you need. Desperate to give you everything you desire.
It provides the catalyst to empower you to ask for more, telling him how good he feels as you shamelessly rub against him, Buckyâs own heavy breaths and words of love spurring you on. The gentle caress of his fingers never cease, tentatively dipping lower to tease along your hip, and you leave no room for doubt, quickly letting out a needy moan of âyes.â
His reaction comes as no surprise, your consent making him groan, his hard cock throbbing against you. Youâre about to reach back, wanting to feel more of him, when youâre triggered without warning, your breath catching and your back stiffening, unwanted images flashing in your head.Â
âAre you okay?â
The concern in his voice keeps you in place, choosing to ignore your bodyâs instinct to pull away, forcing yourself to breathe through it. As the silence tries to consume you, threatening to derail everything, Buckyâs hand on your hip helps you get the words out, the soft clearing of your throat letting him know a response is forthcoming.
âYeah,â you finally whisper into the dark, grateful when he doesnât move, his thighs flush against yours. âI donât- Iâm okay, I donât wanna stop.â Before he can ask if youâre sure, your hand comes into contact with his arm, your fingers sliding down to gently take hold of his wrist, refusing to second guess yourself as you guide his hand higher up your body, showing him exactly what you want.
The heat of his hand cupping your breast brings you fully back into the present with him, ripping a strangled moan out of you, your back arching to grind harder against him.
âFuck,â he exhales heavily, Bucky wasting no time in following your lead, your erect nipple pinched between his long fingers, his palm squeezing your tit as he murmurs soft words of praise. His ears are trained on you, listening for every noise he elicits, from the loud moans to the barely audible gasps, ensuring his touch remains welcome.
Itâs everything you could possibly want, his leg soon finding its way between yours, Bucky barely getting a chance to ask you if itâs okay before youâre begging him to keep going. Your whine of pleasure drowns out his own noises of appreciation, his thigh pressed to your slick heat, his rock hard cock starting to leak pre-cum.
âYou feel so good,â you whisper, one hand gripping the edge of the bed, giving you leverage to grind on his thigh, the fingers of your other hand still gripping his wrist, keeping him pinned to you.
âSo do you, baby,â he moans in your ear, nudging his leg higher to find a steady rhythm against your swollen pussy, intent on drawing this out as long as youâll let him. âLove when you ride my thigh like this, when you let me feel how wet you are.â
Your body takes over, chasing the high, Bucky letting you set the pace, his large hand palming your heavy breasts, the occasional pinch and playful tug of your nipples building you higher. He never lets the silence settle for too long, filling the moments between heavy breaths and barely coherent words with a string of praises, reminding you how much he loves every inch of you.
The darkness seems to amplify your senses, allowing you to get lost in the sensations, your walls pulsing with every delicious grind against your clit. Youâre on the verge of begging him to fuck you, the words on the tip of your tongue when a wave of tension takes over, ruining all your plans.
Your hips falter the same time Buckyâs do, his gentle assurance of, âitâs okay,â calming your racing heart before it can beat out of control. Keeping his hand pressed to your stomach, you breathe through the confusion, trying to pinpoint the trigger before deciding to focus on how to move forward instead.
A request for more comes in the form of asking him to turn on a light, the need to see him overpowering everything else, and Buckyâs climbing off the bed, a lingering kiss and touch to keep you company until he returns. Youâre kicking the covers off just as he clicks the adjoining bathroom light on, your eyes adjusting quickly to the soft glow now illuminating the room.
The irresistible image of you waiting for him has him returning to the bed within record time, his feet only pausing when his gaze drifts to his prosthetic arm, safe in its resting place in the corner of the room. He doesnât always wear it to bed, your sex life never suffering without it, but he knows how much you enjoy having both his arms wrapped around you, the slight furrow of his brow telling you exactly what heâs thinking.
You interrupt the unspoken question, your voice pulling Buckyâs attention back to you, your unprompted words taking him by surprise. âI wanna ride you.â
âOh really?â he asks, the former subject easily forgotten, a grin spreading at the eager nod of your head. He doesnât need to be told twice, jumping onto the bed with a flourish, landing on his back with a soft thud, a giddy look plastered across his face.
âYouâre ridiculous,â you laugh, getting to your knees beside him, not missing the way his eyes travel along your curves, the peak of his tongue wetting his lips giving you momentary pause, your thighs tensing with need.
Buckyâs obviously thinking the same thing, his laughter sending a thrill down your spine as he asks, âWhatcha thinking about ridinâ, doll?â
You enjoy having his head between your thighs just as much as he does, the teasing flick of his tongue along his top teeth having you shaking your head at him. âYour cock, if thatâs okay with you,â you tell him, the playful grin on your face masking your concern of being triggered again if you canât see his eyes.
âOh, no complaints from me,â he emphatically promises, offering out his hand to help you climb on top, your worry not lost on him. Youâve been through so much together, Bucky having learned to read your body, understanding your emotions even better than you sometimes. As obsessed as he is with you, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting you, he wonât push for it, especially not tonight.
Your bodies fit together perfectly, puzzle pieces interlocking like you were made for each other, his thick cock stretching you slowly with each roll of your hips, taking him inch by glorious inch. His firm grip on your thigh encourages you to keep going, his audible grunts and gasps filling your ears, unable to tear your eyes away from him.
âJesus,â Bucky pants, his lashes fluttering every time you let him slide in just a bit deeper, his hips tense underneath you, determined to give you complete control. âFeel so good, baby. God, I love you.â
Youâre quick to nod your head, your hands finding their way to his chest, allowing you to find an easy rhythm, your eyes nearly rolling back when he bottoms out inside of you. âOh fuck,â you whine, your hips moving on autopilot, grinding in slow circles, soon finding the perfect pressure against your clit that has you trembling on top of him.
Thereâs something incredibly intoxicating about being in charge of your own pleasure, especially when Bucky could easily overpower you, the occasional twitch of his hips signaling just how hard heâs working to control himself.
It leaves you breathless, your body finding a quicker pace, the head of his cock hitting that spot deep inside of you that has you seeing stars. When his name starts to fall past your lips like a prayer, his thighs tense, shifting underneath you, the new angle forcing out the words burning the back of your throat, âBucky⊠baby, please. Please, fuck me.â
âCoâmere,â he growls, pulling you down on top of him, your palms finding purchase against the mattress on either side of his head, his eyes never leaving yours. With his arm wrapped around your waist, hand splayed across your lower back, he starts a slow pace, watching the pleasure play out across your face.
Bucky pulls out until your walls pulse, a prideful grin twitching at the corners of his mouth at how greedily you welcome him back in, his eyes darkening when he bottoms out, your thrusts soon meeting his.
âThatâs it,â he pants, nodding his head, his hold on you grower firmer, doing his best to keep the right amount of friction against your clit. âJust like that, take whatever you need baby.â Heâs aware your muscles are going to grow tired soon, your knees likely needing a break before long, but he refuses to stop until you tell him to, gritting his teeth with effort to hold his own orgasm back.
Youâve lost track of how many times youâve come close to the edge yourself, only for the feeling to fade, your mind threatening to spiral into unwanted territory. Until this very moment, youâve done a good job at holding the unwanted feelings at bay, your desire for intimacy and connection driving your actions.
Except, thatâs suddenly no longer the case, a particularly sharp burst of pleasure has you closing your eyes and before you realize it, everythingâs come to a standstill. The unwarranted apology dies on the tip of your tongue, a heavy sigh of frustration leaving you as you quickly shake your head, sitting up to try to regain some semblance of composure.
âSweetheart,â Bucky murmurs, taking hold of your hand to bring it to his lips, brushing a kiss across your knuckles to soothe your anxiety. âTell me what you need.â
You breathe heavily, your bodies still connected, Bucky nestled deep inside of you, your walls spasming uncontrollably around him. Thereâs no reason to push through this, to ignore your bodyâs obvious discontent, no matter how much you want to pretend you can handle this.
Itâd be unfair to subject either of you to that inevitable discomfort. The only thing you can do is face it, admit that youâre not as strong as youâd like to admit, your independent nature wanting to fight you the entire way. A gentle clearing of your throat, followed by a rough swallow and youâre bringing your awareness back to the present, your eyes finally opening to meet his once again.
One look at him and itâs easy to find your voice, his warm smile breaking down your walls like theyâre paper-thin. âI need to feel you on top of me.â To feel the comfort of his weight, the safety of his embrace.
Buckyâs more than happy to oblige, trusting that you understand your own needs, knowing youâll tell him if it becomes too much. Guiding you back down on top of him, his lips find yours, pouring all his love and devotion into the simple act as he secures an arm around you, cradling you against him in order to roll you both over.
Itâs not as seamless as either of you anticipate, your tense muscles and abundant wetness causing him to slip out. Neither of you are able to hide your exhales of disappointment, Buckyâs grin meeting your own when he lines himself back up, the head of his cock nudging your entrance, giving you every opportunity to change your mind.
As grateful as you are, itâs not needed, and your hips shift, telling him everything he needs to know, the nod you give him alleviating any lingering doubt. With his weight settling on top of you, his body aligned with yours, he slides his arm underneath your shoulder to cradle the back of your neck in his palm and finally surges forward, sinking back into your tight heat.Â
Your unbridled reaction spurs him on, your gasps and cries of exquisite pleasure causing heat to race up his spine, his hips setting a familiar pace. He canât stop himself from praising you, watching you start to fall apart for him, your walls fluttering around him with every deep stroke, his body grinding hard against your clit.
You cling to him, nails digging into his back, your orgasm just out of reach, sweat covering your body, the desperation written all over your face. Youâre so close, Buckyâs loud groans and animalistic grunts usually enough to send you spiraling, his words causing more arousal to coat his cock, but thereâs still something holding you back, your body on the verge of tensing again.
âTell me Iâm okay,â you gasp, your eyes locked on his, your hips meeting his thrusts, your body begging for release.
âYouâre okay,â he promises, dropping his forehead to yours, his heavy breath fanning your face, using every ounce of energy to not succumb to the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. âYouâre okay, my sweet girl. Youâre safe, Iâm not going anywhere.â
His steady stream of assurance has you crying out, tears pricking your eyes, the familiar tingle starting to build to unbearable heights, surely about to tease you again. Bucky refuses to give up, fucking you through it, maintaining the perfect, consistent speed, his cock bottoming out each time, the sounds of your bodies meeting in a heated rush adding to the sensations coursing through you.
âThere we go,â he groans, his grip on the back of your neck tightening, holding you in place as you start to tighten around him, refusing to let you push him out. âYou feel so fucking good, sweetheart, just let go for me. Youâre safe, youâre right where you belong.â
Thatâs all it takes, your mouth opening in a silent scream as your entire body tenses, your limbs wrapped around him, his movements never faltering, letting you ride out the intense waves taking over your senses. Youâre not even aware when your voice returns to you, a string of incoherent noises filling the air as you come hard, sobbing from the onslaught of pleasure, Bucky not missing a single second of the glorious vision unfolding underneath him.
He doesnât allow himself to let go until heâs sure itâs what you want, your gasping pleas triggering his orgasm. With a groan of your name, he pulls you into a fiery kiss, his hips thrusting just a few more times as his pulsing cock fills you with his release.
You've been reduced to heavy pants and trembling limbs, Bucky's body shaking against yours, more sweet utterances of love and devotion being shared as you both return back to reality.
For the first time in too long, youâre able to stay relaxed in his embrace, refusing to let him move for several moments, the weight of him pressing down on you keeping you grounded. Itâs not until your lungs start to ache from lack of deep breaths that you relent, letting Bucky roll you both over, your bodies continuing to draw comfort from each other.
Thereâs no rush to clean up, no dire need to leave the bed, the two of you remaining there for as long as you want, your mind at ease, Buckyâs steady breaths and gentle caress of your back almost lulling you back to sleep.Â
This time, thereâs no need to fight it. You let yourself drift off, peaceful rest once again overtaking you, Bucky content to hold you for the rest of the night, promising to keep you safe wherever your dreams take you.
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No more of this (Lando Norris)
Lando is trying to stop the hurt of loosing you by getting ahead of it and (trying to) leave you first
Note: english is not my first language. It's angsty but has a good ending! âšïž I took a bit of a gamble with this one, and I'm hoping it is still a good enough piece to read! This was from a request for which I had another idea whilst I was writing this one, so I might work on it if this truly is a bad take on it!
Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated đ€ and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!
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Cw: relationship troubles, miscommunication, anxiety symptoms, alludes to the passing of a family member and consequent inheritances
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Lando wasn't sure how long he had been in the room on his own, but he knew he didn't have it in him to leave soon.
He thought he wasn't enough, he was too much trouble for anyone around him, that's why no one is there for him right now.
He grabbed his phone and swiped the screen to check if the texts he sent you had gone through, but the lack of an answer from your part was simply that.
Not even Y/N cares about him or what he needs. Maybe he didn't word it in the right away? Surely, Y/N would have replied by now if he had written it down properly and not appeared like a clingy, needy child. Maybe he could send another one, just to make sure it is all alright.
To lovie âšïž
I'm sorry if that was a lot, but I just wanted to know how your day had been! I love you, sweet girl đ§Ą
There, all better.
The McLaren driver waited for your answer, hoping to make ammends from his previous tries.
Maybe she's busy, she has so much on her plate as well. She can't take care of Lando too. Lando wonders what his girlfriend would do if she knew you felt like this. If she found him lying in a bed, unable to move and startled by the idea of facing the outside? She would leave him right then and there. Y/N can only take so much and she's not going to take this.
The tears that fell went unoticed until they pooled on the pillow cover fabric, wetting it and dampening Lando's cheek and jaw.
The weight on his chest lightened when his phone vibrated.
From lovie âšïž
I'm so sorry, Lan - my phone was on silent because of the meeting with the notary and I forgot to turn it back up đ€Šââïž
It has been a busy couple of days with the signings and handovers, but I can already see the end of it!
And how was your day, bubs?
I miss you loads and can't wait to kiss your handsome face 𧥠I love you đ
There it goes, that wasn't so bad, right? She replied - she's safe, she has a reason why and she wrote I love you. Maybe all of that fuss was for nothing.
Lando quickly typed back a reply, hitting the button to send after reading it a couple of times to ensure it was good.
To lovie âšïž
It's okay, sweet girl, you don't have to worry! It's been same old, had a training session with Jon and then worked on the sim.
Can't wait for you to be home soon, I love you so much â€ïž
You replied, that was all he needed. Everything is back to normal, the heartbeat has slowed down, the weight on the chest had been lifted, and breathing wasn't so hard anymore.
For now, anyway.
The last two days had been fine, good even - Lando spent the afternoon playing padel with Max Verstappen, streaming with Quadrant and even played golf on his own, relief washing over him when, despite being on his own, his thoughts didn't take him to the dark side like he expected them to.
You had FaceTimed every night and exchanged texts in the morning so there hadn't been any reason to worry - until now anyway.
When Max and Pietra told you they were flying to Monaco to spend the week there, you decided to postpone leaving for two days and take the flight with them instead.
You'd have to have reached the realisation that Lando is not the best you can do. You couldn't possibly be that blind.
Y/N knows you're he's not good enough, she knows she deserves so much more and now that she has property back home and a safe ground, she'll leave him before he knows it.
It builds up again, his breathing short and laboured while his heart speeds up, his hands unconsciously retreating into themselves and making fists as his nails graze his palm.
You are going to leave him.
Not if Lando leaves you first.
"This isn't even the worst flight we've had", Max reasoned once you landed in Nice, "you're really feeling it, aren't you?", he nudged your shoulder.
"It's just been a busy couple of weeks", you sighed, looking for your luggage on the carrousel, "I'm so glad it's all dealt with now and I can finally be home again", you smil3d tiredly.
"You mean you can finally be with Lando again", Pietra teased you.
"Can you blame me, though? I miss him so much I'm not sure I can keep away from him for long once I hug him", you admitted, spotting the bright blue luggage on the conveyor belt.
"Lando just texted me saying he is by the informative screens", Max offered, grabbing his and Pietra's luggage and leaving the way out of the busy airport.
Once you spotted your boyfriend, you hastened your pace to approach him, leaving the luggage on the side so you could jump into his embrace.
"Hey, my love, I missed you so much", Lando held you impossibly tight to him, nipping on the skin of your neck and inhaling your scent.
Y/N is back, she's here.
"Me too, baby", you said, kissing his neck multiple times, "I'm so glad to be home", you mumbled, pulling a smile out of him before you kissed his lips.
"One could argue we are here too, but we're clearly not that important", Max joked, patting Lando's back where he could given that you were clinging to him like a koala.
"The car is in the -2 Parking zone", Lando offered, grabbing your luggage and walking behind his bestfriend and his girlfriend while keeping you close to him.
For now, this would have to suffice before things changed forever.
The whole drive back to Lando's apartment involved light chatter and catching up on the past few weeks.
"I think we should go out, enjoy some of the night life while you still can", Max slapped Lando's shoulder once you had settled in and unpacked.
"I can get us entrances", the Formula One driver agreed, grabbing his phone before he went through his contacts.
Once the entrances and the dinner reservations were secured, the four of you took turns in showering and getting ready, Lando never letting you leave his sight for long.
"You look beautiful, lovie", Lando complimented, watching your shake out the curls you had done on your hair.
"Thank you, bubs - you look really handsome too, I love it when you wear all black", you mused, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles gently.
It was all good. You didn't seem mad or upset with him, in the contrary actually - like he felt, you too were a bit needy for his touch and to have him close to you, offering him reassuring words and sweet nothings every time you could. Maybe his thoughts were a lie. Some of them have been, maybe those were too.
The dinner was lovely and you were able to walk to the club you'd be spending the night in, getting drinks first before finding the area you were staying in. Lando was quickly pulled by the DJ on the booth, recognising him from previous nights out, while you, Max and Pietra stayed where you were.
He was enjoying himself before he noticed you were chatting with someone else, remembering him from your friend's birthday.
He has a girlfriend who is Y/N's friend, Lando has nothing to worry about.
Until he does.
He doesn't miss the way you hug him or the way you engage in light chat with him, all smiles and cheers.
You deserve someone who is always there for you, who can be present and make you smile like that all the time, and he knows he's not the person for the job.
"I'm going back down to my group - thanks for the invite", Lando shook his hand before pulling the DJ for a quick hug, making his way to you and your friends.
"Hey, love, you're back!", you smiled with a big wave to beckon him over, lacing your hand in his as soon as you were close enough, "you remember Marvin, right?".
"Yes, hi, how are you?", he mused, shaking his hand before protectively placing his arm around your waist.
Marvin had to leave to go be with his friend group as since then, you noticed Lando seemed weird. He was usually the life of the party and he always enjoyed himself in these environments, so to see him just stand there and sway his head to the music was a foreign sight.
"Dance with me, baby", you put your back to his chest, letting his hand hold you by your waist still while you swayed your bodies.
"I love you, Y/N, never forget that", he mumbled spontaneously after a while, kissing your cheek multiple times before hiding your face in your neck.
"I love you too, Lan, so much", you replied back as that was the last clue that something was going on.
A couple hours later, and after you had been sat at the booth for quite a bit, you told Lando that you felt a little tired, Max and Pietra agreeing with you that all the travelling had caught up with you, so you made your way out and back to his apartment.
"Have a goodnight, guys", you waved as Max helped his girlfriend into the room, the blonde woman having already fallen asleep on the way.
"Are you feeling better, Y/N?", Lando wondered as he watched you put your heels back in their spot once you stepped inside your bedroom and closed the door behind you.
You debated telling him the truth, but your relationship has been built in honesty and trust about everything, so the course to take was obvious, "Actually", you began, "I am totally fine, but I noticed you weren't great, you didn't seem that happy and I thought we could talk about it , if you'd like", you suggested, "or we could sleep, I'm fine with either, but I hope you choose the one that makes you feel better", you smiled.
The smile quickly vanished when Lando got up from the bed, his body language tight and tense, "now you care about me? Now you want to know if I'm okay or if I'm doing what makes me happy? All after I felt like shit and had to deal with things on my own?", Lando mused, taking you aback with such words.
"Lando, baby, what do you mean with that?", you asked.
"You were here and I was there, and then I have been here while you've been back home and you haven't been there for me", Lando spat, "I just wanted you by my side, I needed you and you werenât there for me", he concluded. The anger previously in his tone was replaced by sadness and a hint of shame even.
"Lando, it's not like I have been on vacation purposefully away from you - there have been matters that my family needed me to take care of as there wasn't anyone else to take that responsibility! I don't understand where this is coming from - if I wasn't with you it's because I really couldn't be there!", you argued.
"It's... I can't do this right now", Lando looked up as tears started brimming his eyes.
"It seems not", you defended yourself, feeling the hints of accusation and the lack of flexibility and empathy from your boyfriend, "excuse me", you offered, grabbing your pyjamas and leaving your shared bedroom.
The accusations you threw to one another were heard by your guests as Max looked for you while you adjusted the living room sofa so that it could turn into a single bed, not needing the full sized mattress since you'd be clearly sleeping alone.
"What are you doing here?", Max wondered.
"You don't need to pretend you didn't hear that", you shrugged your shoulders before wiping your cheeks with your thumb, pulling on the sheet so the corner wouldn't fly off during the night.
"I can't take the guest room when you are sleeping here, Y/N", Max offered, pulling your hand so you would get up.
"I'm fine, it's not like I'm counting on getting that much sleep", you mumbled, sitting down against the cushions.
"You two are going to sort it out", Max gulped, "you always do, Y/N", sitting down next to you.
"Do you think we will?", you muttered, the weight of the words leaving your mouth settling in the possibility, "did he tell you anything? I'm at a loss at where all of this has come from", you offered your perspective.
"You're Lando and Y/N - there is no way in this world that you don't make it work. You are meant to be, no matter whatever turn you took in your life or whatever decisions you could've taken differently, you and Lando were supposed to meet in every single one of them", Max comforted as he rubbed your back, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.
"Things are so messed up between us", you tutted at your boyfriend's earlier words and the disbelief that this was happening.
"Lando has been under a lot of pressure lately", Max offered, "I know his words hurt you and I'm certainly not justifying them, but he's... He just wants to be his best self for you, and between his family issues and this season's prospects, not having you with him there has shaken the foundation he thought was his steady self".
"I didn't notice it - yay for the bad girlfriend points!", you jokingly cheered before groaning, "I need out of this day".
"That's why you should go to the spare bedroom to sleep it off, Y/N", Max sternly said, "and you're not a bad girlfriend for this, not at all".
"I'm staying here, I told you", you stated, "you go and take that spare room, P is probably asleep on the bed already", you giggled, "I'll be fine".
"Tomorrow is a new day and a new opportunity for a fresh outlook of this whole situation", Max tapped his thighs before getting up, "Good night, Y/N".
"Good night, Max", you waved as he turned off the ceiling lights and closed the French doors that separated the living room from the dining room and the rest of the apartment.
Lando tossed and turned around for what felt like the hundredth time since he laid down on the mattress.
His words didn't come out the way he wanted them to.
But maybe it was for the best.
He didn't want to hurt you, and that is both a burden and a guilt that he will carry for the rest of his life.
She'll never forgive him. Not now that he's really shown how messed up and broken he is. How the playful, giggly boyfriend she was with is now a shell of a poor excuse of a man. He had been spending the nights alone since you were gone, but now that he knew you were - hopefully - still somewhere in the apartment and not next to him, the weight on his chest couldn't be heavier. It gets harder to breathe, and the thoughts don't stop.
He's lost the best person in his life because these insecurities got the best of him. Once again, he's letting them win and take charge of his life.
Lando sits up and holds the pillow you usually sleep with, trying to catch a small whiff of your scent that still lingers there and usually calms him down.
He's done something really bad. Maybe this was him. This was who he was nowadays and he was truly doing you the favour of letting you out before it got too bad.
When Lando wakes up after sleeping for what feels like a long nap, only Max is up as he steps into the kitchen.
"Morning", Lando muttered, not sure where to pick up from what he knows his bestfriend heard only a couple of hours ago.
"Morning, mate! P is feeling the hangover, so she'll be out for a while! Let's go on a run, it will do us both good", he put his hands on Lando's shoulders and patting them.
Lando groans and looks longingly at the living room, noticing the closed doors, wondering if you were still asleep.
Such an ass he is, letting his girlfriend sleep on the sofa.
Lando and Max run the usual distance, stopping to stretch at the little park area near his apartment, and because it's still early, there is no one else around but them and an older man walking his dog.
"Will you tell me what's going on with you and Y/N? Because by the looks of it, you really should talk to someone about it", Max stated. There wasn't a chance that Lando could run away from this, figuratively or literally, so he explained to his bestfriend what had been going on his mind.
"Do you think I am someone worthy of her? Y/N deserves so much better than me, so it's best if she leaves me first", Lando concluded.
"If she leaves you first, what?! Do you think it won't hurt you? Or her? Is that what this is all about?", Max argued, "you're seriously telling me that the only way you see a solution for this is to break up with her because you're so sure she wants to break up with you?! This is ridiculous, Lando!!".
"Of course it will hurt, Max! I love that girl with everything I have and I can't bear the thought of disappointing her, of her having less than she deserves, and I also can't even think about her leaving me! The anticipation that any moment she could say those words has been killing me!", he admitted outloud for the first time.
"Lando, that girl loves you with every bone of her body, do you really think she is going to break up with you?", Max sighed, "your mind is lying to you and it pains me to see the way it's doing it to you and the people around you".
"I'm not where I should be, these thoughts are consuming me left and right and I can't tell apart what is real and what my mind is catastrophising ", Lando agreed.
"Lando, people can't help you if you don't tell them you're feeling like that", Max stated, both sternly and empathetically, "and there are so many people that care about you".
They sit in silence in the bench as Lando ponders his words and Max replays them on his head.
"Is that what is going on in your head, though? That Y/N is going to leave you, and so you're getting ahead of it by breaking up with her?", Max mused.
"When you say it like that, it sounds so stupid and the opposite of what I want to do", Lando scoffed at himself, "but everything is aligned to it - she can do so much better for herself, and it's stupid I know, but my mind goes on and on about this and it almost never quietens down", he gulped.
"Y/N doesn't want to leave you, Lando, that's another lie you're telling yourself", Max offered, "she loves you and you deserve eachother because you're it, you're the endgame and you can work through this, but she needs to know".
"I know - sometimes I do anyway, I think", Lando chuckled lightly at his own joke, "we need to go home, I need to speak with Y/N".
"Indeed you do", Max agreed, getting up and following him to the apartment.
Pietra was already up and in the kitchen when the boys arrived, pecking her boyfriend's lips and looking at Lando, "Y/N's up, we have had breakfast and she went back to the living room while I was in the shower", she informed as Lando nodded.
"Can I come in?", Lando asked after knocking on the door.
"Yes, it's your apartment after all", you mused as he stepped inside
"No, Y/N", Lando groaned, "this is our place, my love, and there's something I need to tell you, many things in fact", he added.
"You should start then", you patted the spot next to the mattress where you had spent the night.
"I love you, Y/N, so much, that was never a question, and it was because I love you so much that every now and again, I have these thoughts that I'm not good enough for you, that I can't give you what you deserve and that you'd be better off with someone else, or without me", he took a big breath in, "I just wanted to be my best self for you, and it all comes crashing and building up and up and I can't shut the noise down".
"Lando, you could've told me, I would've helped, try to do my best in helping you so you weren't carrying this on your own", you offered, your hand crawling to his so you could hold it in yours.
"I hated that I needed you that much because you also have your own life and you don't want to be next to me every waking second. In my head, you shouldn't have to deal with me being needy of feeling like this", he admitted.
"And I'll be, I don't care what you need or say, Lando, I'm going to be here for you, I don't have to go back for a while now, so I'll be where you need me", you offered, "and, Lando, you could never be too much for me, you could never make me feel like I can do better because every day I thank my lucky stars that we're together and that you feel the same love I feel for you", you cupped his face, "you deserve so much, Lando Norris, and I'll work everyday to prove you that you're worthy of love and care and that things going on here are sometimes a lie", you kissed his forehead.
"I don't deserve having you, I yelled at you for no reason", Lando mumbled.
"There was a reason, and it would take me a lot more than you yelling at me when you're stressed and worried, but I'd also like to know whatever is happening when it is happening so I can help, or we can seek out professional help too", you rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs.
No one had ever fought for him like this. He's used to be the one to prove to people that they belong in his life and that's he's all in, not the other way around since, once every time his partners start to feel like it's too much once the honeymoon phase fades out and regular, day-to-day troubles show up notice it getting serious, they flee.
"We'll do this together, lovie", Lando muttered against your lips as he looked into your eyes, "I'm sorry I doubted you when in reality you are the one who's always stuck with me", he smiled, kissing your lips.
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Dad!matt, mom!reader
Summary: you already have a three year old kid and youâre currently 26 weeks (6 months) pregnant with your second kid. You canât get your toddler to sleep and you get overwhelmed, Matt helps you.
Contains: dad!matt, fluff, pregnancy, toddler, mentions of anxiety.
Authors note: the unborn baby is going to be referred to as bun and the three year old is going to be named Aria (Itâs too confusing to call it b/n)
Divider creds: me
I was laying in Matt and Iâs shared bed, Matt was laying next to me on his phone and Aria was sitting in between us, her little head was rested on my belly, where another baby is currently growing. I brush my hands through Ariaâs soft hair and she watches Peppa Pig.
âHey Ari, itâs time to go to bed, do you wanna tell daddy night night?â I ask the little girl resting on my belly, I forgot it was almost 10pm and she needed her sleep.
âNo! Ion wanna go sleep!â She says her little arms crossing over her chest. She pouts next to me continuing to watch the tv.
âMatt a little help here?â I say tapping his shoulder making sure he wasnât asleep or something. âShe wonât go to bed.â
Matt turns to face us and he picks Aria up. âCome on Aria, donât be so sad, youâll see us and bun tomorrow morning.â He says looking over at my belly. I rub my hand on it and look up at Matt smiling softly.
âYeah Ari, you need your sleep to grow big and strong.â I tell her. She crosses her arms again and lets out a âhmmph.â I roll my eyes and I pick her up off of Mattâs lap. âLetâs go sweetheart.â
âNo! I wan daddy!â She says pulling away from me and while she was flailing her arms and legs she kicks my stomach. âOh GodâŠâ I say putting a hand on my stomach and giving Aria back to Matt.
âHey are you okay?â He asks quickly getting up out of bed to see if I was okay. âDid she kick you hard?â
âNo Iâm okay, I was just a little sore.â I say rubbing circles on my stomach.
âOkay, youâre gonna get in bed and youâre gonna go to sleep while I put Aria to bed, you arenât getting up for anything, Iâll get it for you if you need it.â Matt says picking Aria up and starts carrying her to her bedroom.
I lay back in bed and smile contently. I had such a perfect guy taking care of me and our sweet daughter, and I could tell that he personally loves whenever he gets any kind of personal time with her. I remember when I first found out I was pregnant he wanted a girl more than anything in this world and when we opened that envelope to see what it was he was ecstatic. He jumped around and whooped, he told every single person in his family that we were having a girl, he was so so proud especially the day that she was born, he even cried that day. So seeing him take care of her now made me really happy to see.
When he came back to the bedroom I was half asleep with Peppa Pig still playing in the background. He quietly crawls into bed and turns the tv off. âOoh baby, finally some alone time with my favorite girl.â He says kissing my cheek gently.
âI was just about to go to sleep Matt.â I say opening my eyes gently,
âOh Iâm sorry, go to sleep baby, do you want me to rub your head for you? I know you had a headache earlier.â I dismiss his offer with a wave of my hand as I slowly fall asleep.
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When I wake up the next morning Matt had already gotten Aria up and changed into her day clothes, she was already eating breakfast and watching her morning cartoons.
âOh my god Matt, youâre too good to me.â I say taking it all in. I sit at the counter and he gets me a plate of food.
âIâm just being helpful, after Bun is born Iâm gonna be working double, Iâm trying to get the idea so I wonât be overwhelmed,â he says digging into his own breakfast.
âYouâre too good to me.â I say after I swallow a forkful of eggs.
âJust taking care of my girls.â He says coming to kiss my cheek softly.
Sorry this one was a little short, I didnât know what to put in there to make it longer, I hope you enjoyed and have a great day!
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Hi, I'm here to make a request because i desperatey seek some comfort lately and since we are moots and i like your writing i thought i ask but feel free to ignore it. đ
So I thought about the reader having a toxic family and because of that a very low self-esteem and the member (I would prefer Chan or Felix but honestly you can pick whoever you want) finds her crying because of her family and comforts her. And then she is like "Why are you even dating me?" and the member tells her how how much he loves her and how beautiful and kinde, etc. she is.
It's up to you how toxic you want her family to be. please only write what you feel comfortable with.
I just have some trouble with my own family lately. I hope you are better and remember to stay hydrated! đ
Family...Family?
chan x fem. reader
genre: angst, hurt/comfort
warnings: toxic family, slight cursing, slight injury (just scratches), crying, anxiety
word count: 2,3k
a/n: hey <33 thank you for the request, and i hope it brings you some comfort. sorry that it took so long! and thank u for the kind words. i hope ur family situation is okay, feel free to talk to me. take care and now enjoy<333
not proofread!
You sat on the cold floor, your back facing the wall. Altough you tried your best not to break down, you couldnât hold it in anymore. Tears ran down your face, followed with pained sobs. You pulled your knees up to your chin, and wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt for comfort. It didnât help.
What brought this break down was nothing really new for you. Your family making fun of you, and yelling hurtful words at you was something you always knew. But this time, it was just too much.
When your mother called you just before, you didnât even want to pick up, but she was your mother right? And she sounded nice and warmhearted at the beginning. You almost didnât want to believe it. And unfortunately you were right with not believing that forced sweet voice. After the small talk, she got to the point immediately.
Your own mother had the audicity to beg for money from your boyfriend. And she didnât even have a good reason. It was so your brothers girlfriend wouldnât leave him. As stupid as it sounded thatâs what it was. Your brother was younger than you, and you always tried to think positively, that maybe you were just being unfair, but deep down you exactly knew that he always got better things than you. He went to a expensive private school, and you on a normal one. He got the newest i-phones, headphones and gaming tools, and you had only the old phone from him. He one time destroyed it with purpose, and what did your parents say? They were sure it was an accident and you sure were old enough to pay for your own phone. And the worst was he wasnât even thankful.
And you don't even want to think about grades. He didn't care at all about school, having the worst grades ever. You? If you got two points less in a test, your parents would call you a failure, and then give you the silent treatment for days. You were just glad you finished school, and didn't have to share anything about university with them.
When you asked your mother for money one time, when you couldnât afford a bus ticket, such a simple thing, she didnât give it to you. Saying that you had healthy legs, and your family needed money for more important things. It was always like that.
So now your brother had the fakest girlfriend ever. She always smiled around your parents, and that was everything she needed to do so they would like her. She always begged your brother to buy her things, and he never hesitated to do so. But no, he didnât even take his own money. It was your parentsâ. It was unbelievable noone saw what big of a gold digger she was. But when you moved out, you stopped trying to tell them that things were unfair, you stopped letting them treat you as if you were just a problem, that they had to tolerate.
And now your mom really had the audicity to want to take advantage of chans career and money. You could almost laugh. She always despised chan, telling you that he was not the one, and that she was sure that he was a cheater and someone that would leave you when he saw the next best girl. That was so rich coming from a woman, that cheated on her husband on a monthly base.
And coming back to the call, of course you said no. And after you said this one word, the bittersweet tone immediately dropped. She said something about what a bad family member you were, not caring for your family, when you had so much money, and your family needed it. When you still said no, she started yelling at you. You hated when she yelled. And when you couldnât stand it anymore, you told her what of a shitty mother she has always been, and that she was the unfair one. That your whole family was just toxic, and that nothing was okay like this. That it always was like this. And maybe you should have hung up the call then. For a moment it was just silence. Then she let out a bitter,faked sob, before she literally screamed:
âYou think we were unfair to you? You always had enough to eat, and a roof over your head. We never were unfair. Your brother is young, and he deserves to have love, so why wonât you help him? You are such a spoiled, little ungrateful brat y/n! I wish i never had you. Your father is stressed out because of your little manners, and your brother has to suffer because of you. And if i would ask you for money for food? I bet you wouldnât even give us that! But okay, continue being the biggest bad decision of my life, with your spoiled, stupid singer boyfriend. And when he leaves your bitchy ass donât come and beg for our forgiveness. Have a shitty life y/n, we wonât have contact anymore.Oh and just so you know, if you think you could ever be good enough for someone, you are living a lie.â
Then she hung up. Just like this. You always tried to convince yourself, that she had just a bad day, when she was like this. That it was hard to be a mother and a wife. But now you saw it clear. She wasnât just like this because it was her weird way of caring or something. She just simply despised you. Probably she wouldnât if you were a boy.
But then her words. Was she right? You were always envious of your brother, and all the things he got, also if you didnât care as much anymore as you got older. But maybe you were ungratefull. What if chan thought the same and just didnât leave you because he felt pity for you? Were you a brat without even really knowing it?
You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, as your tears got only more, and your thoughts continued spiraling. Maybe you should beg her for forgiveness, like you always did. You shouldnât have yelled at her like this, she was your mother and she was right, she always gave you to eat and a roof over the head. So you were being unfair maybeâŠ
Then slowly, another thought crept up in your mind. Her life would be easier without you. And your brothers and fathers too. Maybe chans and all your friends too. Were you really just a burden? It had to be like this, when the person you knew your whole life said thatâŠright?
You didnât notice how loud you were sobbing, and how hard you were digging your fingers into your head, tangled in your hair, as if you wanted to just rip the thoughts out of your head. Then the front door of your shared apartment opened. But between your loud thoughts, the sobbing and the slight ringing in your ears you didnât hear it.
Chanâs day was exhausting, and he was just looking forward to snuggle up on the couch with you. When he got in the apartment he wanted to say that he was home, but a noise immediately caught his attention. Sobs, pained and muffled. His eyes grew wide. Did something happen? He quickly kicked his shoes off and dropped his bag to the floor, and then ran into your shared bedroom. His heart broke when he saw you sitting curled up on the floor, sobbing hard, hands tangled in your hair. He quickly ran over to you, crouching down next to you. âY/nnie, oh my god is everything alright, are you hurt?â he spoke with a desperate, concerned voice.
You only noticed his presence now, but you didnât dare to look up, the words from your mother present in your mind.
Chan got only more scared when you just didnât look up, and instead gripped your hair tighter. He gently but firmly grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands out your hair. You tried to fight him off, and you started screaming between sobs.
âLet me go, i donât care, please, iâm not worth it.â
Chan had no idea what you meant. You just tried to scratch him with your nails so he would let go. What was going on? He never ever saw you like this. This wasnât you. But for sure he wouldnât let go and let you hurt yourself.
âY/n, stop scratching me, and iâm for sure not letting go. Just try to calm down, and tell me what is going on right now.â His voice was stern but unbelievable soft. You still fought him, your nails leaving bright red scratches on his wrists, sobbing violently. Why wasnât he letting go when you were clearly hurting him? Why wasnât he getting mad and yelling at you? Why wasnât he just giving up on you like everyone else when you were like this?
But then he suddenly started gently stroking your head, with one hand, your wrists in his other one. The motion was soft and definitely not violent or madly. You stopped scratching him, and screaming your own horrible thoughts in chans face. You just looked at him now, tears streaming down your face, sobs getting quiet.
He gently smiled.
âSee? Everythings alright, no reason to hurt or scream at me my love.â He slowly released your wrists, continuing brushing over your hair soothingly.
You were confused. How was he smiling in this situation. How could he still touch you so lovingly when you just screamed in his face and hurt him? When you looked at his wrists you felt guilty.
Chan saw your body slump as you calmed down, now only silent tears rolling over your cheeks anymore.
He just looked at you, giving you time to calm down. He then slowly wrapped his arms around you, stroking your back. Â Your tears were falling onto his hoodie, and you didnât even really register when he lifted you up the floor, carrying you to the bed. He gently laid you down, and sat down next to you. He waited a bit before he spoke up again.
âLove, i need you to talk to me a bit now okay? I need to know what happened that got you feeling and acting like this, so i can help and comfort you alright? I know this wasnât you, and i know there has to be a reason why you were breaking down like this. Just know you can tell me everything. Donât pretend with me love.â
You sat up against the wall a bit, sniffling.
âIâm sorry i hurt you, i donât know what got into me.â You mumble, looking at your own hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.
âI know you are sorry. Itâs alright, it doesnât hurt, it only hurted to see you like this.â
He waits for you to talk again, patiently looking at you.
âIt was my mother. She called.â
His eyes softened. He knew that your relationship with your family wasnât the best, and they werenât that kind to you.
Then you told him everything, every word your mother said and all your thoughts to it. Your last sentence hurt him deeper than anything else.
ââŠHow can you even be with someone like me? Iâm messed up and ungrateful and just a burden-â
He took your hands in his, looking you in the eyes.
âY/n L/n, if you ever talk about yourself like this again i will have to worry you actually lost your mind. What your mother said, was horrible. And i want you to understand that all of that is not true. Youâve never been a burden to me, and you never could be. And did you just say you believe your not thankful enough? You y/n? The person who gets excited over the smallest things, the person who was so sweet and grateful when i forgot our anniversary and only gifted you a flower? You never wanted me for my money y/n, and you know that, and i know it too. That was always a big fear of mine, that people would only want me for money, my job and stuff. But you proved me wrong. You always loved me for me. If even, i should be happy you even want to be with me. You are the kindest, funniest and best person i know. And no matter what happens, i will always stay with you, as long as you want it. And iâll make sure these people will never hurt you again. And you know what? I can be your family. I will always love and support you. And if you fall? Then iâm falling with you. And then we get up again, with the help of each other. Exactly like a family should.â
Tears welled up in your eyes again. But this time they werenât from sadness and the feeling of not being good enough.
âI canât tell you how much your words mean to me channie.â You said, a little smile creeping to your face.
He smiled too and wrapped his arms around you from the side again, putting his head on your shoulder. Â
âThatâs the smile i love.â
You wrapped your arms around him too, nuzzling your face into his hair.
âI love my new family.â you murmured.
âHow about we make it official?â he lifts his head, so he can look into your eyes.
âWhat do you mean?â You hold your breath, as you let his words sink in.
âMarry me y/n. I promise to be there for you, no matter what comes.â
For a moment it felt like the whole world stayed still. Did this wonderful man really want to be with you for the rest of his life?
Then a big joyful smile spread across your face, the tear streaks from before seemed as if they were years ago now. The joy literally radiated from you now.
âYes, channie. Yes iâd love to be your wife.â
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YOUR LIPS, MY LIPS, APOCALYPSE
w. haitani rindou
â rindou reminiscing your first kiss. short n' sweet. sfw. slight angst. hint of rindou smoking. heavy depictions of anxiety. song : apocalypse by cigarettes after sex.
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rindou's grip tightened on the steering wheel, the worn leather cool beneath his fingertips. the familiar scent of asphalt filled the cab of his beat-up toyota truck, a stark contrast to the sweet memory that flooded his mind. he wasn't sure why he was remembering it all now, driving through the deserted streets that lead to your place, the moonlight casting a shadow on his face. it was the fleeting moment of a summer long past, the one that made him believe that maybe, he deserved you after all. maybe.
it still haunts him, the way the air hung heavy with the scent of sunbaked asphaltâa familiar aroma that clung to the old skatepark like a second skin. vandalisms of frat names, scrawled in bold spray paint, marred the concrete ramps, a testament to the place's rowdiness. but you were oblivious to it all, your gaze fixed on the sunset that painted the sky before you. he watched you, too, captivated by the way the hues of orange danced on your eyes. and then, in that moment of shared stillness, his cigarette-stained voice broke the silence, a low murmur that sent a shiver down your spine. "i wanna kiss you so bad," he said, his words hanging in the air like a whispered confession. fuck!
"y-you wanna kiss me?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper. the question hung in the air, confirming his fears, he felt his cheeks burned. he tried to compose himself, meeting your gaze, but the words caught in his throat.
then your eyes met his, under the soft glow of the golden hour. and the world seemed to fade away in that fleeting moment, your breaths mingling in the warm air. damn it! a sudden surge of determination replaced his hesitation. your sweaty foreheads touched as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours.
just a little taste, he promised himself.
but he should have known better than that.
all his reservations were long gone. no, he didn't care anymore. didn't care that he was a delinquent, didn't care that he couldn't give you a normal life. all that mattered was you, the promise of something real.
you pull away, breathless and dazed.
he swore under his breath, your eyes sparkled under the golden hour. his heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his again. and then you smile, like you were in love with him tooâand maybe you were.
realization dawned on him, "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have-"
"no, i really wanted to kiss you too." you interrupted, your voice soft but firm.
a silent hope bloomed in his chest. he was sure that this memory would haunt him forever, even if it was fleeting and ultimately unfulfilled.
he let out a deep sigh, as he let the memory wash over him. now he wonders if it haunts you too.
the thought of losing you, after all this time, sent a jolt of anxiety through him. he needed to fix things between you, to make up for neglecting you these past few days. tokyo manji gang was a constant drain on his time, taking him away from you. your cold, short replies to his messages stung his heart, and right now, you wouldn't even answer any of his calls.
"you know you can't have her, rin. people like us don't deserve good things like that. what kind of life are you going to give her anyway?" his brother's words echoed in his mind, a cruel reminder of the reality he couldn't escape.
ran was right, but rindou shouldn't have to choose between you and the life he'd always known. he wanted to be with you more than anything, and he knew he couldn't have both. the weight of reality pressed down on him, a heavy burden he couldn't shake.
the cool night air did little to soothe the heat of his anxiety as he pulled up to your parents' house. he reached over and grabbed a handful of pebbles from the floorboard, the rough texture grounding him in the present moment. he started throwing them at your window, aiming for a gentle tap, just enough to let you know he was outside. but there was no response. sudden images of you with another man gnawed at him, a relentless ache in his chest.
he climbed up to your window and knocked gently, his heart pounding in his ears. you were there, your tear-stained cheeks a testament to your pain. his heart sank. how long had you been crying because of him?
"love," he called out, his voice hoarse with emotion. he gently pushed open the window, his heart aching at the sight of your back turned towards him, your face buried in the pillow. seeing him, you sobbed harder.
"shh, stop crying now, sweetheart. please talk to me," he whispered, gently rubbing your back. his touch, usually so comforting, seemed to only intensify your sobs. you clung to him, your body trembling with unspoken emotions, and he held you close, his heart aching with the weight of your pain. "what's wrong, love?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
"i've missed you so much, rin! how long are we going to be like this? i-i don't think i can take it anymore," you cried into his shoulder, your voice thick with despair. the words, laced with a desperation he hadn't heard before, pierced his heart. he could hear it in your voice, the slow, agonizing process of giving up on him, and it filled him with a cold dread. rindou tried to compose himself, taking a deep breath and reaching into his pocket. he pulled out a folded piece of paper, a card perhaps.
"look," he said, his voice firm with determination. "i want to be a man you can be proud of, a man you can bring home to your parents. i won't let us be like this forever. because i have dreams for us." he unfolded the paper, revealing the acceptance letter. "i got accepted into your school. i'm going to leave the delinquent life behind, so i can give you a proper life."
his words washed over you like a wave of relief. you leaned into him, your heart swelling with a love that felt both fragile and fiercely strong. you kissed him instantly, the taste of your tears mingled with the warmth of his lips. he was changing for you. he was choosing you. he was willing to fight for a future with you. rindou deepened the kiss, savoring every corner of your mouth.
"i love you," you managed to whisper between the kiss. his hands cupped your face, his thumbs gently tracing the outline of your cheekbones, a silent promise of his devotion. "i love you more than anything." he replied.
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Red String of Fate
Sylus x gn!Reader
Spent like an hour talking to my roommate in the middle of posting this. Not proofread (even tho I really should) Takes place in the Raven universe
Warnings: red string of fate, birthday, past trauma, past character death, fluff, kissing, crying, presents
Word Count: 3,082
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âYou ask-â
âNo, you-â
You snap your fingers. The loud click shuts up the twins in an instant and draws them from the shadows of the doorway into the room. They look decidedly anxious, midway between shoving each other forward. You raise a brow at them.
They look at each other. With a shared nod, they stand side by side in front of you. âWhenâs your birthday?â they both ask at once.
⊠Really? All that fuss just to ask when you were born? You give them an unimpressed stare. Interrupting your alone time was really worth this?
âItâs just that we-â
âWere wondering since Bossâs birthday is in April-â
âAnd if yours is before-â
âOr after-â
âHis then we can start preparing right now!â
You tap your finger against the armrest. Your persistent silence unnerves them, even after youâve been here for almost a year at this point. Itâs nice, especially now that theyâve had time to adjust to it. It took a lot of confidence to ask you such a stupid question, after all. Too bad you donât have any interest in answering.
You turn back to your book, signaling the end of the conversation. The twins look at each other, shrug, and leave. Once theyâre safely past the open doorway and down the hall, you set your book down.
A birthday growing up sounded like some magical, wondrous event. Candy, games, cake, presents. How many nights had you dreamed of them? How many times had you seen a group of kids in cone hats in the park, parents trying to round them all up so they could blow out candles and dig into the carefully decorated cakes, with cursive writing on top wishing the special one a happy birthday?
The best you managed to scrounge up was when you were maybe 10 years old, give or take a few years. A new soup kitchen opened up. You lined up on the block with the other homeless, starving people of the city. The promise of hot food was always worth the pitying glances and disgusted glares.
When it was your turn in line, after waiting all morning until your legs were just about ready to give out, the person working there had dug through a crinkled brown paper bag to give you a squished brownie wrapped in cling film. That night, an older man youâd known well, had you blow out his lighter to make a wish. Youâd split the brownie with him.
When he died less than a week later, something in you died with him. You hadnât had a brownie since, or much else in the way of sweets, for that matter. As soon as the Devil picked you up into his business, they were off the table completely. The only real thing that improved was how frequent your meals were, without the anxiety of never eating again. But not the quantity; you had to stay thin for the stage.
You donât even remember what day that soup kitchen opened. Well, thereâs no reason to look into it now. Enough bad memories have been dredged up today.
Your phone buzzes with a message.
The twins are asking me when your birthday is. I assume they already tried asking you?
They left just a few minutes ago.
Thereâs no response for a minute, as if he knows heâs stepping on a thin line between things you do talk about and things youâll never talk about.
Do you want to celebrate it?
You have to take a moment to think, to consider what heâs offering here.
You have no idea when your birthday is, and he probably gleaned as much. Thatâs not what heâs asking, though. If you could stare at a calendar, at every single day of the year all perfectly laid out, when would you pick to celebrate your life? It wouldnât be a celebration of your birth, but it could be so much more. Youâre not even sure what adults do for their birthdays, so separated from the concept that you stopped paying attention entirely. But you could choose to do anything - everything.
Your thumb hovers uncertainly over the digital keyboard, before finally typing out a message.
I think I would.
Just say when, sweetheart.
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The second the twins are told your âbirthdayâ is just a month away, on the day you agreed to work alongside Sylus, itâs all they seem to care about. Huddling together to excitedly whisper about it during missions, probing questions into what you like (mostly to Sylus, but sometimes they get so excited they ask you before realizing you wonât answer), hiding packages delivered to the mansion, and so on.
Sylus is much better about containing his excitement, if he is excited at all to celebrate your special day. He asks first if thereâs anything special youâd like to do - dinner, shopping, traveling - you name it and heâs on it. When you admit that you have no idea what people do on their birthdays, heâs all too happy to list out things, without judgement. If heâs honest, he doesnât do much to celebrate his own birthday either.
You think about the parties you watched as a kid. Piece by piece, you break it down into things you think youâd like.
First and foremost, you wouldnât mind a cake or some other dessert. Sylus is right on it, suggesting that you both visit a cake shop to figure out what your preferences are before the twins go overboard with a flavor you donât like. The owners think youâre planning for your wedding. Neither of you correct them.
Second, the games. Whether itâs Kitty Cards or Texas Hold âEm, you think it would be fun to play a game or two with Sylus and the twins. Gambling may or may not be involved.
Third, you remember one kid in your youth who was all dressed up in a suit by his parents, all to visit some cheap arcade. You would like to dress up. Sylus chuckles at this one, not because he thinks itâs silly, but because heâs always prepared to have a custom wardrobe built for you. He promises to have a tailor discuss your ideas with you.
As far as birthdays go, itâs nothing crazy outlandish like some of the things Sylus told you people do. At the end of the day, all you really want is to dress up, go to dinner with him (alone), come back to play games with the twins, and have cake. You donât want the world in the palm of your hands, because you donât need it. Youâve never wanted it.
Once your desires are laid out, Luke and Kieran calm down a bit. Theyâre no longer trying to plan this whole big bash, but scheming up ways to win the games against you and Boss, the notorious cheaters that they are. (Theyâll never win, but theyâre not going down without a fight.)
Mephisto spends the entire time leading up to the day gathering trinkets and withholding them from you. Usually, if he sees something shiny, he brings it straight to you for wordless praise and chin scratches. You know right away what heâs up to. You pretend not to notice for his sake.
Your outfit is ready in less than a week, the cake is baked with all the flavors you enjoyed at the shop, and you couldnât be happier.
Sylus canât tear his eyes off of you when you finally reveal your custom attire. Throughout the night, he canât stop telling you how amazing you look, encouraging you to have more outfits made for future events. The restaurant he chose has a balcony that you two sit on, staring out over a stretch of beach. The ocean breeze carries the bite of salt, refreshing you for the rest of the night ahead.
You tell Luke and Kieran youâll be home before midnight, but you drag Sylus out to the beach and get sidetracked. He canât stop smiling as he holds your shoes and watches you run out into the shallow waves. The moon shines on the soft waves behind you, bathing you in an ethereal glow. By the time you do get back to the mansion, your hair is windswept and you have sand everywhere, but you donât mind at all.
The games are so fun. Luke says youâre cheating by sitting in Sylusâs lap during Kitty Cards, but you gesture for him to sit on Kieranâs lap while he plays. Sylus doesnât assist you in the game at all; Kieran points out moves and subtly switches the cards in Lukeâs hand for the ones hidden up his sleeve. They donât win a single game.
The cake is beautiful, decorated to perfection and topped with a few candles. You stare at the cursive on top for a moment. When they sing you the song (even Sylus), he notices the distance in your eyes. He kisses the top of your head when the song is over to snap you out of it. You donât actually make a wish when you blow out the little, flickering flames. Thereâs nothing you want, and lingering too long trying to figure a wish out only draws the memories of the old man closer to the forefront of your mind.
You cut the first slice. Sylus cuts the rest. Heâs not big on sweet things, but he finishes his thin slice anyway. You savor every bite. Itâs paradise in your mouth. He has to cut off the twins from having any more, lest they make themselves sick.
Each of them has a present for you. Well, Mephisto has several. He flies to and fro for a while, bringing you little trinkets and shiny things that all pile up on the table. You take the time to look at and admire each one, even sorting them into different groups based on what they are. You wind up with a humorous amount of bottle caps.
Luke gets you a new pair of handguns. Kieran gets you a harness with holsters to hold them in on missions. Sylus gives you a photo album, full of photos from the year youâve spent together. You sit pressed into his side on the couch and flip through it, page by page. You can see yourself relaxing with each picture. Just a few days after you start working with Sylus, you offer the camera a mischievous smile that doesnât reflect in your eyes. In the last photo, from a few days ago, you look like a different person; you smile without fear, your guard is let down. The person you were at the gala a year ago has finally found someone to trust.
As the night comes to a close, the twins wish you happy birthday once more before heading off to bed. The mess is left for someone else to deal with. Your presents sit on the table and wait to be put away as Sylus leads you up to whatâs become your shared bedroom.
Youâre positively glowing. Itâs all Sylus can think as you both lay perpendicular over the blankets. Your head rests on his stomach, his fingers trail slowly through your hair, and in just a few hours, the sun will be rising. Yet here you are, too happy to sleep just yet. You want to bask in this feeling a little longer.
You understand now why Luke and Kieran were so enthusiastic, why all those kids from your childhood couldnât bear the thought of waiting another year for their next birthday, why adults continue to celebrate. You canât remember the last time you felt a joy like this. It feels all bubbly in your chest, almost surreal, as memories of things that happened just hours ago draw out dopey smiles and lingering giggles. Sylusâs eyes are impossibly soft as he takes you in.
Youâre still in the outfit you wore to dinner. Heâs still in his suit, sans his jacket. Two pairs of shoes are kicked off carelessly beside the bed. Nothing else matters except right here, right now, soaking in the final vestiges of the night.
He brushes his thumb along your cheek, drawing your eyes to look up at him, that sweet grin still dancing on your face. His fingertips trail featherlight along your jaw, tracing your chin and brushing at your lips. You reach up to hold his hand in place as you kiss his fingers, eyes closing in bliss as you leave pecks down each one, only to leave a lingering kiss to his palm. You look back up at him. He smiles.
âI have one last gift for you,â he says quietly, as if speaking any louder would shatter every window and mirror throughout the entire mansion.
You tilt your head, curiosity drawing your brows together in a silent question. Your smile stays the same. He shifts, helping you sit up so youâre side by side, just facing opposite directions. You watch as his Evol reaches out to the nightstand drawer, pulling out a box and placing it in his awaiting hand. He offers it to you with purpose.
Itâs simple, but beautiful nonetheless. Carefully carved wood, rich in color, with a domed lid and rounded edges. Itâs about the length of your palm, and no wider than three fingers. A red silk ribbon in a bow ties it together, preventing the hinged lid from being opened. You glance back up at him. He nods toward it.
The silk slips softly through your fingers as you tug on one end of the bow. The knot falls apart, and the ribbon slides onto your lap. You lift the lid and-
You look up at Sylus, eyes wide and mouth agape in shock. He smiles broadly at your reaction. You look back at the present, emotion bubbling up in your chest once more. It feels even more powerful than earlier. Your eyes burn, but you fight back the tears.
Two rings perch side by side within the velvet-lined box. Red jewels decorate golden bands, shimmering in the dim lighting of his bedroom. A matching set. This is far more than just a pair of earrings or cufflinks, this isâŠ
The first tear falls. You hold the box to your chest as you lean toward Sylus. He meets you halfway, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. His broad chest shields you from the rest of the world, hiding the emotions you only allow him to see. Which is wonderful, because you feel so silly, crying over a present like this. Heâs given you so much in your time together. Anything you could ever dream of and more - always more. Always trying to make sure youâre happy and comfortable. This is like him giving you the world. You canât ask for anything greater than that.
âRead the engraving,â he whispers, gently pulling the box from your chest. He holds it while your shaky fingers, usually so steady and sure, pull the smaller ring from the cushion. It takes a minute to see, having to wipe your eyes several times to get rid of the steady flow of tears.
You are my new destiny.
You cover your mouth with your free hand, muffling the sounds that try to escape. Itâs usually so easy to be quiet, even under the worst torture. It seems impossible to shut up now.
Sylus pulls your hand away from your mouth, abandoning the box on the bed next to you, and cupping your cheek to wipe away the tears. He kisses your forehead. âMay I put it on you?â
You nod immediately. He takes the ring from your trembling fingers and holds your left hand. You watch, entranced, as he slips it onto your pinky. It fits perfectly. The red jewel glimmers, mirror Sylusâs eyes when you look up at him. He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss over the ring.
You giggle, a soft and wet sound. You can feel his smile against your fingers. Youâve never felt so light before.
You turn to the box, using your free hand to carefully take out the larger ring. The band is a bit wider than yours, but the design holding the jewel in place is almost identical. You donât need to ask or even gesture for him to give you his left hand; he offers it right away, still holding your left hand as he does. You slip the golden ring onto his pinky. Overcome with rapturous emotion, you hold his hand in both of yours and bring it to your lips, kissing the ring just as he had as a quiet, happy sob breeches your lips.
He wraps his arm around you, drawing you to rest against him, your joined hands resting over his erratic heart. His head is ducked down to rest against yours, kisses pressing over the crown of your head. His heart aches in the best way to be granted the opportunity to see you like this.
Your fingers play affectionately with his, thumbing over his ring and massaging his palm. When he returns the favor, brushing over your ring or gathering both of your hands in his just to hold them, you let out airy little laughs that burrow their way into his heart, where they will stay for the rest of time.
You use your right hand to finally wipe the last of your tears away, unwilling to let go of the bond that ties you together. You pull back just enough to look up at his face with a big, beaming grin. He leans his forehead against yours, your noses brushing against each other.
âI love you,â you whisper. It comes out crackly and hoarse, but it sounds like music to his ears.
âI love you, too,â he whispers back. âIn every lifetime, I will find you. For the rest of eternity. Always.â
You tilt your chin up to capture his lips. It starts slow, a mere vessel for the vow he made, a seal that forces this change in fate he is creating. It doesnât take long for it to grow hungry and desperate for each other. Not long at all until heâs cradling your neck, cold metal pressing against your skin, as he lowers you back into the bed, leaning his body over yours and supporting himself so all his weight isnât crushing you.
âHappy birthday,â he breathes into your mouth, âmy beloved.â
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summary ; rafe begins to push you away when he realises the true nature of his feelings towards you
pairing ; rafe cameron x pogue!fem!reader
notes ; this series will contain mature themes, such as : p in v sex, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), swearing, physical altercations, potential nightmares and anxiety, arguments, drinking and drugs. if i forgot any please let me know.
do not transfer, translate or share my work to any other sites.
the sun beats down on your skin as you walk along the jagged footpath, the only sounds being that of the marsh in the distance and your dial tone ringing out in your ear for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon. you knew you shouldnât, but you didnât want to stop calling until the other side of the line was finally answered, and had you not been standing out the front of the chateau, you probably would have.Â
instead, you lock the screen and shove it deep into your pocket before heading around the back of the house. the sound of your phone calls going unanswered now replaced by the sweet chime of your friendsâ laughter, immediately taking the edge off from the rough morning you had already had.Â
âthere she is!â jj hollers, making your presence known among the group â well, the boys anyway â he had his feet kicked up on an old crate as he nestled a beer bottle in his left hand. âwe were beginning to think youâd ditched us for them kooks after all.â he laughs; a joke he liked to continuously tell.Â
âplease, i would never do that to you, jj,â you wink, pushing open the outer wire door of the patio. âi see you three bounced back nicely after last night.âÂ
you take in their appearances and besides the fact that they were wearing the same clothes, there was no physical evidence in their features of the fun theyâd had the night before. even jj, who was usually downing the greasiest food he could find, was seemingly⊠fine.Â
âyou know it, baby!â john b says, a smirk splayed across his lips.Â
âwe have kie, and those weird green drinks she makes, to thank.â pope raises his brows your way.Â
even with that knowledge, it amazed you how fine they all seemed after the previous nightâs bonfire, considering how much more they had to drink than you, while you were still dealing with a slight pounding in your head. it was just adding more fuel to the fire that pogues knew how to party better than anyone.Â
jj offers you a sip of his beer as you sink into the sofa beside him, letting your head fall to rest on his shoulders and he instinctively pats your thigh with comfort. with the morning you had, getting a little buzzed with your friends seemed like the perfect way to get your mind off of everything.Â
after what had happened last night, you didnât expect things to take such a turn, and for the worst. not only had you spent the night with rafe â in more ways than one â but you had woken up alone in his bed without so much as a text from him. you knew staying with him was only going to stir something up between the two of you, but you never expected complete radio silence.Â
it was stupid, really, of you to think that things with rafe could ever change, and yet, you still held onto the hope that he just had somewhere to be. regardless, rafe never wouldâve left without saying something or returning one of your calls or texts, and now you had a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach that something deeper was going on.Â
âiâm telling you, it was a girl.â sarah exclaims as she and kie push through the front door, laughing and sharing the same dumbstruck expressions as they join the rest of you.Â
kie shakes her head, scrunching up her nose with disgust, âthereâs no way. thereâs absolutely no way anyone would - ew!â
piquing john bâs interest, he reaches for sarah and pulls her into his lap, âwhatâs âewâ?â he mimics.
the two girls look to one another with disturbance in their eyes. whatever it was, it seemed big enough to have the blonde questioning whether or not she should share it, which definitely grabbed your attention, and ultimately she decided to spill.Â
âso, last night after i got home⊠i went to see if wheezie was awake, and when i was leaving her room, we heard rafe⊠with a girl.â
your blood runs cold the second the words leave sarahâs mouth and you almost choke on jjâs drink â you knew it was you that she had heard.Â
the thought of your friends finding out about what you had really been up to all those nights you said you had to leave before curfew, or where youâd disappear for hours at a time, when you were really with rafe cameron suddenly floods your mind. your skin begins to crawl, an untraceable itch burning at your skin as an overwhelming shadow of dread looms above.Â
âwhat? like talking?â pope queries, not understanding what was so scandalising about it.Â
âno, dummy,â kie scoffs, shaking her head once again, this time with a lazy smile.Â
sarah screws her face up, snickering lightly, but clearly puzzled by her new discovery, âiâve never seen rafe bring someone home before; topper and kelce barely ever come over. i mean, heâs literally always walking around with a stick up his ass saying he doesnât need the distraction of being in a relationship.â
jj leans forward, his curiosity getting the better of him, and wiggling his brows, he asks, âdo you know who she was? was she hot?â
you bite down on your lip, waiting for sarah to answer the question. each and every fleeting second feeling like a million as the anticipation builds inside your stomach. you felt like you were going to be sick as you hang onto every syllable like your life depended on it.
âi had to go do some last-minute shopping with rose and wheezie, and whoever she was, she was gone by the time we got back.âÂ
an inaudible sigh of relief escapes you â especially when you recall how stressful it was having to sneak out of the cameronâs house without getting caught â but not just for your sake; for rafe too. you werenât sure how ward would react knowing his son was also seeing a pogue; sarah and john b were enough, this would just push him over the edge.Â
not that rafe deserved you trying to look out for him after leaving you so abruptly this morning.Â
it was like he had fallen off the face of the earth⊠your earth.
âwell, whoever she is, she clearly has no standards or any respect for herself if sheâs getting caught up with the likes of him,â kie says, raising her brows in a way that lets you know sheâs being honest.Â
you knew you shouldnât have let her words get to you, being that she had a burning hated for the cameron boy, but the fact that she didnât know it was you who sarah had inadvertently heard last night only meant that she was speaking the truth, and in all honesty, that made it hurt a million times more.Â
you were aware that maintaining a secret ânon-relationshipâ with rafe was never going to be easy. between the constant lying and excuses you had to give your friends, the sneaking around behind their backs, plus rafeâs unpredictable behaviour sometimes. it was already a lot to deal with. the last thing you needed was to have your friends talk about you, and degrade you, unknowingly or not.
âdonât you think youâre being a little harsh?â the words slip from the tip of your tongue, and everyone turns your way in unison. âiâm just saying, we shouldnât be judging someone by who they sleep with, nor should we automatically assume that they have no respect for themselves based on that fact, and that fact alone.â
âor maybe she doesnât know how horrible he is.â the brunette scoffs.Â
âor maybe itâs strictly physical?â jj adds, nodding his head with approval.Â
sighing, you continue, âiâm serious, guys. i get that rafe is literally the last person we should be âniceâ to but that doesnât mean that this girl deserves to be outed just because of him.â
thereâs a small silence among the six of you but youâre not entirely sure if thatâs a good or bad thing. who knows what was going through their heads, or if you had accidentally said too much.Â
âsince when did you care so much about rafe?â kie asks, an accusatory tone to her words.Â
âi donât. i just-â you pause for a moment, trying to keep your nerves from completely overthrowing you. you could see that the hatred they held for the boy you cared so deeply for was simply too strong to bypass your reasoning as you take a look around. they had every right to feel the way they did, rafe had been awful to them, but unfortunately, they didnât know him like you did. â-just⊠forget itâ
with a defeated smile, you take another sip from jjâs drink as the conversation continues around you. you tried to drown it all out by focusing on the water in the marsh or the wind chimes that hung in the corner, but despite your best efforts, you kept being brought back to the topic at hand. if not by your friends, then by your own mind.Â
the rest of the afternoon remained that way: with your friends participating in conversations and indulging themselves with multiple âjuice boxesâ while you slipped in and out of focus, making sure to add something here and there to not throw off any suspicion. you were sort of relieved when you had to go home, only to remember the unbearable night that awaited.
knowing now what you did, you knew your friends were going to be keeping an extra cautious eye on rafe tonight, which meant any plans or ideas you had about trying to talk to him had just flown out the window - you needed to get his attention somehow.Â
*
itâs not long before the sound of low music is filling your ears as you hesitantly make your way through the large and busy entrance of the island club. tonightâs event was already in full swing â you werenât even entirely sure what it was for, probably raising money for something unimportant, like another golf course.Â
everywhere you looked you were greeted by kooks, all of whom barely looked your way, and if they did, it was for reasons they wouldnât care to admit aloud. your family may fit in well at the club, but you on the other hand, did not, and they were careless about hiding that fact.
you knew what they thought, all the judgement they held for you. it was no different to the looks youâd get at the boneyard. though the hostility never came from the pogues, and the torons were oblivious to it all.
that aside, youâd still been forced to attend your fair share of these events, and while you assumed they would get easier, you were always left feeling uneasy about it all; having to pretend you were something you so very clearly werenât just for the sake of appearances, and all while having to endure meaningless stories about the kooks with their multiple vacation houses and extravagant lifestyles.Â
it was truly a nightmare.Â
all you wanted was to find your friends, some alcohol, and a quiet place to sit, or alternatively; rafe.
nothing quite settled your nervous heart at these events like rafeâs reassuring gaze from across the room. he knew you hated it â the fake kindness, the judgement, having to get dressed up just to be perceived by people that didnât, and would never, truly know you â though you werenât entirely sure how he would react to seeing you right now.Â
âexcuse me miss, we seem to have misplaced our friend, you havenât seen her have you?â a familiar voice catches you off guard and when you turn, both kie and pope are standing there grinning from ear to ear.Â
you pull the two of them into a hug as relief washes over you, âoh, thank god. i was worried iâd actually have to talk to these people.â you say just as an older couple passes by, their noses upturned at your remark.Â
âi donât know, i think youâd manage dressed like that,â kie reaches to poke you in the stomach but you playfully slap her hand away, and the three of you fall into a small peal of comforting laughter.Â
while kieâs comments had upset you earlier that day, you were just glad to not be alone for the time being. even if it meant enduring whatever other comments you had coming your way.Â
âyeah. it seems youâve made quite the impression,â pope says and you follow his eyes to a group of guys staring your way from the corner of the room.Â
you knew your dress was a little out there and while the comments were flattering â while also making you slightly uncomfortable by the way you were being looked upon â a bittersweet taste filled your mouth because, truthfully, there were only one personâs eyes you wanted to be on you.Â
âwhile i object to the fact that theyâre ogling at you like a piece of meatâŠâ kie looks their way, causing them to look away, and then back at you. âi do have to admit⊠you look hot.â
you knew it was just the dress, and not you, per say, that was giving you so much attention. it was backless and draped down to your ankles, flourishing at the bottom as it split down the thigh. the only thing keeping it in place were the two thin spaghetti straps that crisscrossed over your shoulders, letting the material dip just above the small of your back. it was a deep blue satin material; a colour rafe had once complimented you in.Â
you liked the dress, but you liked the idea of it ending up on rafe's bedroom floor more.
and yet, now when you thought about the night that couldâve been, you were suddenly feeling very naked and aware of the eyes that were on you. staring at you in ways that only rafe ever had.Â
kie seems to notice the quick change in your demeanour when you wrap your arms around yourself, and begins pushing pope towards the exit, âcome on, let's go find sarah before she crosses back over to the dark side.â
as the three of you begin to approach the doors that lead out to the patio, the sound of ward cameronâs voice could be heard lingering in from outside. you, however, pay him no mind. the last thing you wanted was to listen to the man who was the sole reason for you having to hide your ânon-relationshipâ with rafe â if you could even call it that now.Â
with one foot out the door, you stop when kie turns back to make a snarky comment; one that falls on deaf ears when a loud burst of laughter consumes your attention. annoyed, you instinctively look up at the group of guys that had planted themselves just outside the door, taking in a few familiar faces when you see topper and kelce are there, and standing between them is the most familiar of all. the one you had been longing to see.Â
there he was; looking as handsome as ever in a suit he had personally picked out, no doubt. the deep blue was almost an exact match to the dress you were wearing, reflecting against the sapphire in his eyes a little too perfectly, and in that moment, it was as if time stood still as your gaze fell upon each other.Â
a surge of panic courses through you and your mind flurries with the realisation of just how badly you wanted whatever was going on with him to stop so that you could finally wrap yourself up in his arms again. you hadnât realised it until then just how attached you had grown to that feeling, but mostly, you hadnât realised just how scared you were of even the thought of losing him.Â
especially when he wasnât ever really yours to begin with.Â
the breath in your throat hitches as his eyes trail your body, taking in the dress you so clearly wore for him, and his eyes soften for a moment before his jaw tightens and he looks away. he didnât dare give you another second of his time as he scopes his surroundings, cradling the glass in his hand as he pretends he was actually interested in any of this bullshit â in anything, as long as it wasnât you.Â
âhey, you coming?â popeâs voice pulls you back to reality after noticing you had stopped following behind them. you nod, giving him some excuse about your shoe getting caught under your dress, and he offers you his arm as you pretend to fix the non-existing problem before walking away.Â
kie is the first to spot sarah in the middle of the crowded space, stuck in a conversation with an older lady as her father's voice practically consumes anyone in a 10âft radius, and the three of you wave her over. dismissing the woman, she sneaks away from the crowd, but not before checking her surroundings and making sure that her father wasnât looking her way.Â
âoh, my god,â she groans, shaking her head as she gives you a hug. âitâs been an hour and i have spoken to like thirty different people - you guys look stunning, by the way.â
âas do you,â kie tilts her head toward the blonde, grabbing her by the hands and pulling her towards a seat off to the side and a little ways away from the main area of the club. âso, howâs the whole âmystery girlâ thing coming along?â
sighing, sarah frumps herself further down into the wooden seat, watching as the rest of the party unfolded before you all, âitâs pretty much a bust. he hasnât spoken to anyone expect topper, kelce, and a few of the others guys, and the girls⊠he just brushes them all off.â
confused, your mind flitters with a million thoughts, all racing around your mind trying to get to the same destination. it was clear they were talking about rafe; did they know? no. they couldnât. how could they know?
âwait, what are you guys talking about?â you ask, but your question, and the panic in your voice is cut by the sound of jj and john b calling out to the four of you from behind, making a spectacle of themselves as they sneak through the back fields of the club.Â
your friends all laugh as the two boys join you, showing off the suits they had no doubt stolen from jjâs cousin, or something, but even among the commotion, kie and sarahâs words kept ringing around in your head;Â your friends were actively trying to seek you out.Â
how could you have been so careless?Â
you were more than aware that rafe lived in the same house as one of your friends, whether she found out directly or through wheezie, you knew you needed to be more than careful. now, you were on the brink of your friends finding out that youâre the one thatâs been sleeping with the one guy they hated the most and there was nothing you could do about it.Â
you needed to stop seeing rafe, at least until things cooled down, but you needed to let him know what was going on. you needed to tell him your friends were aware of him sleeping with someone and you needed to take extra precaution. thatâs if he even wanted to keep seeing you because with the way he was acting, you werenât so sure.Â
âwell, well, well, look at you,â jj smirks in your direction, grabbing a hold of your hand and making you do a twirl, âlooking all kook-like. now, why donât you get all dressed up like this for us, huh?â
you give the blond a playful shove, trying to brush off the comment, but the guilt that had been gnawing at you all day decides to make a reappearance. itâs sharp claws crawling up your chest and into your throat, making it all the harder to breathe. you try to push it aside, shove it back down and not let it get to you, but seeing your friends and knowing they would disown you if they knew the truth was more than enough to have you on edge.Â
everything you were bearing was beginning to take itâs toll; knowing your friends were suspicious and that they would shun you from ever talking to them again if they found out and now seeing how fine rafe seemed after last night, as if it had never happened.Â
perhaps this was all some sort of premeditated idea and he was just looking for one last rendezvous before ending things? you didnât want to admit it, but you wouldnât put it past him either.Â
âiâll - uh - iâll be back. i just need to use the bathroom,â you gesture back to the club, itâs bright light illuminating itâs surroundings but faded where it came to you and your friends. you donât give any of them time to answer before youâre scampering off, not wanting kie or sarah to offer to come along.Â
inside, you could see people mingling and enjoying their night â self-indulgent vultures, or not â but where rafe and the others stood only moments ago was now empty. no sign of the boy in blue anywhere.Â
weaving your way through the gathered crowd, you eventually make it back inside and take note of how less busy it was. the groups mingling in the hall had dispersed leaving it clear now as they all trickled outside or into the surrounding rooms.Â
âarenât you a sight for sore eyes?â topper comes into view, practically stopping you in your tracks before leaning back to take in your dress.Â
âoh, hey topper,â your words come out a little shaken, mostly just from being caught off guard.
âyâknow, for someone who denies themself of all this, you sure know how to look the part.â he waves his arms out, and your eyes instinctively follow when you catch sight of rafe in the room across from you.
though, this time he wasnât alone. standing next to him was a short blonde in a bright pink dress, her full attention on him as she spoke, but he looked like heâd rather be anywhere else. his eyes flitting around the room until he spots you too, and you quickly return back to topper.Â
you let out a small fake laugh and shake your head. you werenât sure what to say to his comment.Â
âno. seriously. you look - you look great, though,â he smiles, and for a second you couldâve sworn there was a flirtatious hint in his tone.Â
âthanks, top,â you extend your arm and give him a friendly nudge at the same time you see rafe dismiss the girl he was talking to and begin to walk your way.
your heart starts to thud so loudly in your chest that you were sure it was visible to the naked eye. you could hear it thrumming in your ears as your stomach tries to crawl up your throat with nerves. but when you expect him to stop and maybe say something, even just to topper, he keeps walking.Â
he strides right past you and topper, and heads to the staircase just behind you both, but as he turns to ascend them, bypassing the ribbon gate that was clearly there to keep everyone downstairs, he looks right at you. his eyes piercing blue as he all but stares into your soul.Â
this was your chance.
you needed to get him alone and he so much as provided you with the perfect opportunity to do so. this was your chance to tell rafe about your friends, but to also confront and demand he tells you what was going on with him.Â
ây/n?â topper says your name, pulling you back to the conversation at hand.Â
you blink, âsorry, what did you say?â
âno, itâs okay,â he tries to laugh off the fact that you had vagued out on him. âi was just asking if you wanted to-â
âiâm really sorry,â you cut him off. âhold that thought. i have to quickly use the bathroom, but iâll be right back.â you get your words out hastily, barely giving him a moment to comprehend before you were once again rushing off.Â
topper stands there stunned as you too bypass the ribbon gate, rapidly scanning your surroundings to make sure no one was looking. the last thing you wanted was to get caught with rafe. it was risky, extremely risky, but you were desperate for answers and it seemed that this was the only way you were going to get them.Â
softening your footsteps, you check all of the rooms before reaching the menâs change room. it was a daring move but again, you were desperate. taking in a deep breath, you slowly push the door open as the faint smell of lingering deodorant and cologne fills your senses.Â
lockers lined either side of the room, apart from where the door to the showers was, and in the middle was a line of bench seats, decorated with a large plant in the middle. at the very end was a small window nook with a chair, and leaning against the window stood rafe.Â
his back was to you, watching the crowd below, as he throws back the rest of his drink and lets out a heavy sigh. his shoulders rise and fall with the breath, making your own feel faint in comparison. you swallow the ball that had formed in your throat and open your mouth to speak, only to have him beat you to it.Â
âyou shouldnât be here.â
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Bulle fruit pancakes
Tags Arlecchino x fem reader, fluff, domestic life, anxiety, blood, death, soft Arlecchino, Arlecchino acts like an old man in this sheâs my favorite gilf
Summary After a mission that nearly breaks you and Arlecchino apart, she decides she canât let her job get in the way of your relationship. Living in the countryside after running away from the fatui can be scary. But Arlecchino finds a way to comfort and reassure you that youâre safe with her.
A/N: This is actually based off a conversation in stormbringer where verlaine tells rimbaud about his plan about running away and giving chuuya a normal life đđ i wanted to cry during that and now i canât stop thinking about it.
Images of Arlecchino, covered in blood and lifeless infront of you have haunted you since your relationship started. Her job is dangerous. Stepping out of line could lead to her being hunted down and killed. As her girlfriend, they wouldnât hesitate to target you for revenge too. The fatui is not a philanthropic organization.
Her job requires her to constantly be away from home, sometimes you go weeks without hearing from her, wondering if she was killedâ or, god forbid, captured and tortured. As a trained soldier, she would probably be able to handle it and escape, but it doesn't make it less frightening. There are still people stronger than her in this worldâ though it is very few.
On her last mission, Arlecchino is supposed to be sent to Inazuma for an undisclosed amount of time. Naturally, this revelation fills you with anxiety. How could they not know even a general timeframe? Was it this serious of an assignment. You begged her to please ask for a new assignment, but she brushes your worries aside. Telling you that you're overreacting and that if you can't handle it then there's nothing she can do to salvage the relationship, her cold red eyes staring into your soul, taking note of how you react.
You instantly go speechless, humbled by the threat. Sitting back down quietly, unwilling to lose her. Maybe it won't be so bad. She can still send letters. Arlecchino's gaze softens, leaning over you, kissing the top of your head gently. It was so sweet and intimate that you couldn't help but lean into her pleasant touch.
"I'll try to get back home as soon as possible. We can still write to each other."
Sighing softly, you look up at her. There was a flurry of emotions stirring up inside your chest. How were you supposed to be okay with this? You're brought back out of your thoughts by Arlecchino softly cupping your cheeks. Her nails, although sharp, feel soothing against your heated skin.
"It'll be fine. You worry too much."
Leaning away from her touch, you take a hold of her hands. You don't even want to look at her.
"How can you be sure? You don't even know how long you'll be gone."
Her eyes narrow, she pulls her hands our of your grip.
"I'm going whether you like it or not, it's my job. I expect you to reflect and come to your senses while I'm gone."
With that, she grabs her bags and leaves. Not even offering you so much as a goodbye. You sit in silence, feeling cold and abandoned. It's hard to even get up, your mind is filled with worries about what could possibly happen on this dangerous trip.
For the seven months Arlecchino is gone from home, she rarely writes. You can't really blame her, you don't respond to her letters either way. Nevertheless, you can't help feeling betrayed by her. She didn't stop to consider your feelings at all. It might be selfish, but you wish she cared more about you than her job.
When Arlecchino shows her disgraceful face around your shared house again, she's covered in blood. She doesn't wait for you to invite her in, taking the initiative to push past you, rushing into your bedroom and packing your clothes into a garbage bag. Stunned, you try to stop her.
"Arle! What are you doing?!"
She ignores you, seeming engrossed in her task. You try to pull her hands away, but instead of letting you, Arlecchino smacks your hand away. She looks back at you with a frenzied, irritated look on her face. It's clear you shouldn't mess with her, but you have barely talked to her in seven months, she can't force you to do anything. However, Arlecchino is nothing if not commanding and forceful. The look in her eyes chills you to the bone. Now you understand why she has such a high ranking in the fatui.
When she finishes packing your clothes, her cold hand wraps around your forearm- pulling you away from the bedroom, away from the house, and away from Snezhnaya. She doesn't speak until the harsh winter storms are far behind, in favor of the mild winters and humid summers of the Fontainian countryside.
"I'm leaving the fatui."
"What?"
She rolls her eyes, seemingly still aggravated.
"I'm leaving the fatui."
Your initial reaction is to doubt her new announcement. Even if she isn't lying- she betrayed you, she doesn't get to drag you away to Fontaine. But thinking it over for a few seconds, you realize something must've gone wrong. You take in her appearance, jacket turned brown. It makes you shiver, a sense of dread looming over you, the fright that comes with it sinks deep in your gut, making it hard to even move with the burden of your emotion weighing you down.
"Why? Did something happen?"
She moves to hold your hand instead, pulling you closer. The warmth radiating from her almost makes you forget about how stained her clothing and hand is.
âWeâll talk about it when we get to our destination, okay?â
You nod and follow her lead, unsure of whatâs going on. Although the both of you arenât speaking, itâs comfortable. The scenery of rainbow rose fields and exotic birds is a welcome change from the brutal blizzards that leave nothing but a white wasteland in Snezhnaya. As you both approach the cottage in the distance, you notice just how remote everything is. There's no people around at all, it doesn't seem like there's even any electricity. This is going to be a hellhole in the summer.
Arlecchino sets your bags down on the couch when you first enter, sighing softly. She starts taking off her soiled, blood covered jacket. Looking over her exposed arms, your mouth goes dry. It's been too long since you last saw her, and it was hard not to stare at her defined arms and strong back. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her skin was glistening. You reached out to grab hold of her arm, finding it hard to resist. The feeling of her soft skin and firm muscles is invigorating. It's just so right. You're interrupted in your thoughts by Arlecchino sitting down and pulling you onto her lap.
"What are you thinking about, my love?"
"You still haven't explained anything."
While talking to her you can't help but run yours hands over her arms and shoulders. The years of training in the fatui have sculpted her like a Greek god, you can hardly even pay attention to what she says. She tilts your chin up to look her in the eyes, sharp nails digging into your jaw.
"i meant exactly what i said, I'm leaving the Fatui."
Scowling, you shake her shoulders. Why does she always have to be so tight-lipped?
"Okayyy but why...? This is so sudden! And especially for a harbinger its hard to completely escape, what if they come looking for us? You came back covered in blood, I was worried all seven months! We barely even talked in that time, so what gives you the right to drag me away from home?!"
You felt like you're going crazy, How is this normal in any way? Arlecchino can never just talk to you like a normal person. She shushes you by putting a finger over your mouth. Pushing her hand away, you glare at her.
"Why cant you ever talk to me like a normal person? Am i not worthy of knowing your thoughts? Or what you're up to?! Seriously you're so fucking condescending and irritating, Arle!"
She smirks in response. Seriously!?
"You're angry at me but you still use a nickname?"
You can feel your face get warmer, embarrassed and angry with her. She knows you too well, she always has to rile you up in the way only she knows.
"If you don't explain I'm walking the whole way to Snezhnaya."
Her grip around your waist tightens. She wasnt going to let her prized possession leave her so easily.
"Fine fine, Ill explain."
You cross your arms, waiting for the explanation.
"Look... I didn't want my job to get between us. You're more important to me than the fatui is so It's not a big deal okay?"
"That's it? You couldn't have told me that before dragging me to Fontaine?"
Gently running her fingers over your sides, she presses a soft kiss to your cheek. The tensions leaves your body at the tender show of affection. All the anger and worry dissipates, leaving your mind feeling light. It's a welcome change from the grim thoughts running through your head for the past seven months. It's amazing how easily Arlecchino can manage to lower your defenses- she's your biggest weakness and she knows it.
"I'm sorry, but i had to get us away from there as soon as possible... They'll definitely look for us but its okay, I'm here. I'll protect us. I've taken all the precautions i can. You trust me right?"
You nod, leaning in and resting your head on Arlecchino's shoulder.
"But... you're not even the strongest harbinger, what if they find us?"
She soothingly rubs your back. It's comfortable moments like this that remind you of why you fell in love with her. She's usually so cold and brutal, but during intimate moments she turns sympathetic and unguarded.
"They won't, i made sure."
"You came back covered in blood, I was so worried."
Your eyes start watering. During that period of minimal contact, your heart was aching for your lover. Aching for someone you assumed didn't feel the same way. The lump in your throat grows bigger, making it hard to breathe or talk properly.
Arlecchino lets you cry into her neck all night. Holding you tightly and never letting go. She could never even conceive of a world where your relationship isn't her top priority. A sense of warmth washes over you, melting away the cold lonely feeling in your heart.
It's been months since you ran away with Arlecchino. Months since you've been away from civilization and big crowds- but surprisingly, you don't feel isolated.
The paranoia of being found by the fatui never goes away. Slowly creeping up on your mind, becoming more and more persistent until it pounces- causing severe panic attacks and barbaric nightmares. Images flash before your eyes. Portrayals of Arlecchino collapsed on the floor, slumped over, covered in her own blood, eyes flat and lifeless. Your cottage has been ransacked and destroyed by those barbarians. All your furniture and clothing were scattered across the ground, some of them charred until they were unrecognizable. You could feel the heat radiating off the fire burning your back.
You tried to scream for help, but for some reason your voice wasn't working, your throat was closing. Your mind felt fuzzy, it was hard to think or move- like your legs were made of lead. You didn't even get to say goodbye. She was taken too soon.
Suddenly you were shaken awake. Eyes fluttering open, your cheeks were wet with tears and you could feel your heart tightening in your chest. Arlecchino's worried face was hovering above you. Gasping for air, you search for comfort in your lovers arms. Relieved to see her again alive, wrapping your arms around her and squeezing tight, leaning into the warmth- the life- radiating off of her.
"What happened, my love?"
She tenderly caresses your hair, running her slender and sharp fingers through the strands. It sends tingles through your scalp and down you spine, quelling the dull ache through your body.
"Y-you died..."
Your voice was shaky and weak. It was clear to Arlecchino that the nightmare had affected you deep to your core. She gently kisses your forehead.
"I'm here, I'm not leaving any time soon."
She gently pulled you back bed, laying you down in her caring embrace. The soft golden light of the sunrise is shining through the window and into your eyes. It made Arlecchino's smooth skin glow. She looks so heavenly, even with her messy bedhead. How had you landed someone so gracious and bewitching? She cooed softly, her enchanting voice lulling you into a dreamlike daze. Even with the horrible nightmares that haunted you, mornings like this were your favorite part of being with Arlecchino. She never fails to make you feel secure again.
After a few minutes of laying in bed and holding each other tightly, Arlecchino decides to get up, attempting to pry your arms off her.
"Noooo don't leave me!"
Whining, you hug her closer, refusing to let go of the human heater that sleeps on the other side of the bed. Unfortunately, Arlecchino is much stronger than you so she manages to get your hands off her, instead deciding to pin your wrists to the bed, straddling your hips.
"We have to get up eventually, my love."
Pouting, you start complaining and trying to free your wrists.
"But does it have to be now?"
She chuckles lowly, leaning in so close that you can feel her breath fanning over your face.
"Yes, it does."
Your heart is beating so fast, her face is so close, you can feel the electricity in the air. The heat radiating from her skin was making your face burn. It was hard to look her in the eyes, if you made eye contact you would probably burst into flames. But despite you avoiding her gaze, you could feel her staring at your lips, looking down at you under her, with your hair splayed out, so disheveled but still so beautiful. The butterflies in your stomach seeming to want to escape, fluttering against the walls of your stomach, making your muscles quiver.
She squeezes your wrists tighter, leaning in even closer. You could cut the tension with a knife. It was like there was a magnet pulling your lips closer, like the universe is working to bring the both of you together. Slowly, she presses her lips to yours. She tastes like heaven. Your head goes fuzzy and your body feels like it's floating. It's too soon after that, that Arlecchino starts pulling away. Her lips are parted, panting softly. Her eyes are darkened, her pupils dilated.
Suddenly, she sits up- looking high and mighty, like an ice queen.
"We need to get up."
She drags herself out of bed, giving you a playful smack on the ass.
"Agh!! you're mean!"
Smacking her hand away, you attempt to drag her back to bed.
"Come back!"
"Nope."
She smirks taking a hold of your hands, kissing the knuckles. It made you forget your goal. Before you could get back on track she pulls you out of the comfortable cotton sheets, wrapping her arms around your waist.
"Arle!"
She ignores your cries and carries you over her shoulders. You squirm and kick, trying to get free.
"Put me down!"
She holds the back of your thighs tightly, laughing at your struggle. Once you both arrive in the kitchen she finally puts you down on the kitchen counter. She stands between your knees, with her hands on your thighs.
"I told you we had to get out of bed."
"Well maybe i didn't want to."
"But i want you to, the sun is already up"
You scowl, pushing her hands off you.
"It's only seven! we should be sleeping!"
She shrugs, not seeming to understand the problem.
"I like waking up early."
You run your fingers through her hair, pulling her closer.
"You're like an old man, seriously why do we need to be up so early?"
She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling your bodies closer.
"The sun is up, it's time to eat."
You sigh, giving up on trying to convince her to be normal. Getting up from the counter, you walk around the kitchen grabbing ingredients and tools to start cooking breakfast.
"You better stay out of the kitchen, your cooking is deadly."
Arlecchino doesn't even try to argue, she knows it wont do any good. Sitting down at the kitchen table, admiring the view, she rests her chin on her hand.
It seems like a dream, the birds chirping in the distance, the beautiful flowers in the garden, the sounds and smells of your cooking- it all feels surreal.
You cut up the bulle fruits, mix up the batter, making Arlecchino's favorite dish-Hearthfire's trail, adding spices (which are desperately needed). You cant let her live on without spices anymore, it is physically hurting you to see her eat bland food. How does she even do it? She's just torturing herself.
After a few minutes of cooking you finally finish, giving her a nice big serving of pancakes with bulle fruit jubilee, and her stupid beloved Hearthfire's trail. She looks at it confused.
"Did you do something to it? It looks different."
"No... i spent so long making it perfect for you and you're complaining?"
She decides against pressing you for more information, trying some. Quickly, her face turns red. She evidently isn't used to eating anything other than bland meat. Regardless, she doesn't spit it out, deciding to swallow it before complaining.
"Why did you do this to me??"
Her voice is hoarse, you cant help but burst out in laughter. You've never seen her so flustered.
" Hehehe... Arle! you can't go on eating unseasoned food forever! It's time to be an adult."
"Seasoning is useless! If your food needs spices to taste good then its just bad quality."
Shrugging you point to her food.
"I worked very hard on that, you have to finish it."
She grumbles softly, complaining but doing as you say anyways. She sips her tea between every bite, suffering due to your little scheme. After she's done, she digs into her pancakes, seeming much more delighted at the taste of cold ice cream and sweet fruit on her tongue. You giggle watching her, amused by how weak she is to something so simple.
"Arle... How did you manage to get the position as the fourth harbinger when you cant even eat cumin?"
"Our position isn't based off food preferences, it's based on strength."
She clearly isn't as amused as you, her eyes narrowed.
"Still..."
"I just have a taste for quality food."
"I would hardly consider what you eat to be 'quality'."
"Hey! I eat your cooking, so that means you think your own cooking is bad."
Oh she thinks she's so funny. Groaning, you sit up straight.
"My cooking is good!"
"You don't seem to think so."
Scowling, you ignore her. You eat your pancakes angrily.
"Do you like my cooking?"
"No."
Her face betrays her words, she's smirking- enjoying getting under your skin. You decide you need to get revenge.... by wiping putting the whipped cream and ice cream from your pancakes on her face.
"I hate you."
She only laughs in response, wiping the cream off with her pointy fingers and licking it off. Her long forked tongue dragging over the blackened skin. She doesn't even try to hide her intentions, staring you right in the eyes with that evil, sinful stare.
The rest of the morning is a blur. You can only remember the feeling of pure bliss and the warmth of being in her arms. All the worries about the fatui finding you are completely forgotten when you're with her. Arlecchino makes you into a happier, more secure person. There's no other place you'd rather be.
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TimothĂ©e Chalamet had always been protective of Y/N. From the moment they met at a mutual friendâs gathering, there was something about her that drew him inâher warmth, her kindness, and the way she looked at the world with wonder. But above all, it was the way she made him feel like he could just be TimothĂ©e, not the actor, not the public figure, just a guy in love.
Their relationship had been a beautiful secret. They spent late nights at his place, watching old movies, cooking together, or just talking for hours. It was perfect, private, and theirs alone. TimothĂ©e respected her desire to stay out of the limelight. Y/N wasnât used to the public eye, and the idea of being swarmed by cameras and fans made her anxious. TimothĂ©e understood that, and he cherished their quiet moments together, far from the glare of Hollywood.
But that day, they felt too good to stay indoors. It was one of those rare moments in L.A. where the weather was too perfect to resist. The sun was shining, the air was crisp, and the park nearby was calling their names. TimothĂ©e suggested they go for a walk. Y/N hesitated for a moment, the familiar fear creeping in. But when TimothĂ©e reached out, taking her hand in his, his smile so reassuring, she couldnât say no. âLetâs go,â she said, squeezing his hand.
The park was beautiful, filled with vibrant greenery and blooming flowers. They walked along the paths, talking about everything and nothing, laughing at shared jokes, and pausing now and then to take in the serene view. The world felt like it belonged only to them in that moment.
âDo you think weâll ever be able to do this without worrying?â Y/N asked softly, as they found a quiet bench tucked away under a tree.
TimothĂ©e looked at her, his eyes filled with affection. âI hope so. But even if we canât, Iâll always protect you, you know that, right?â
She nodded, leaning into him. âI know. Iâm just... I donât want to hold you back.â
âYou could never do that,â he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. âYou make everything better, Y/N.â
She smiled, her heart swelling with love for this man who understood her so completely. TimothĂ©e shifted, turning to face her fully. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing against her cheeks. âYouâre my world,â he murmured before leaning in to kiss her.
It was a sweet, lingering kiss, one that spoke of all the love theyâd shared and all the love they still had to give. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just them, together.
But what they didnât know was that, tucked away behind a tree not too far away, a paparazzo had spotted them. The man had been in the park, camera in hand, hoping to catch a glimpse of some celebrity. He hadnât expected to stumble upon the most sought-after photoâTimothĂ©e Chalamet, with his mystery girlfriend, sharing an intimate moment.
He snapped a few pictures, each one more telling than the last. The couple, unaware of their uninvited observer, continued to enjoy their time together, oblivious to the world outside their bubble.
Later that day, the pictures made their way online. Social media exploded. âTimothĂ©e Chalametâs Mystery Girlfriend Revealed!â read the headlines, accompanied by the images of them holding hands, laughing, and kissing in the park.
Y/Nâs phone started buzzing with notifications, each one sending a jolt of anxiety through her. She hadnât seen the pictures yet, but the sudden influx of messages told her everything she needed to know. Her heart raced as she opened one of the texts, her breath catching in her throat when she saw the images.
TimothĂ©eâs phone buzzed too, and he quickly realized what had happened. He looked at Y/N, who was staring at her phone, her face pale. âY/NâŠâ
She looked up, eyes wide with fear. âWhat are we going to do?â
TimothĂ©e didnât hesitate. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close. âItâs going to be okay. Weâll get through this together. I promise.â
âBut⊠everyoneâs going to know,â she whispered, her voice trembling.
âLet them know,â he said softly, stroking her hair. âYouâre the best part of my life, Y/N. Iâm not ashamed of us. And if the world knows, then so be it. Weâll deal with it together.â
She pulled back slightly, looking up at him. âAre you sure?â
âIâm sure,â he said, his eyes shining with love. âYouâre worth it. Weâre worth it.â
Tears welled up in her eyes, but they werenât tears of fear anymore. They were tears of love and gratitude. She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. âOkay.â
Timothée smiled back, leaning down to kiss her again.
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your touch burns like fire, i love it | carlos sainz x fem!reader
a woman, a man, a frisky DM, and a hotel room.
nsfw 18+, no minors pls
a/n: my first piece of writing in a long time, so let me know what you think. its long. 5.1K words so enjoy!
When you decide to send a frisky DM, you are more mad than anything else, wanting to get back and show your ex, that you too can fuck whoever you want.
You lean against the wall of the elevator and place your head back on the cold steel of the wall. Its not exactly anxiety that you feel, rather than a sense of giddiness, or maybe your just horny.
The loud ding of the lift takes you out of your thoughts as your greeted by the elaborate designed carpet and shining chandelier. You were very familiar with the five-star hotel, at least from the outside, itâs on your daily commute to work but never did you have an opportunity to step inside, until now. This whole day came about after an a rather eventful month or so.
Your long-time boyfriend Brian was a sweet, caring, and thoughtful partner. You met at when you attended your roommate/best friends Christmas office party with her. Instead of being swept up in the boring accounting office chat, you were blushing in the corner at the sweet words of the handsome man in the navy suit. Things transpired quickly between the two of you as a few weeks into the New Year you were already official. There were never any glaring red flags, and you were content with the pace and terms of your relationship, often spending evenings in his swanky high-rise loft apartment. Some may say complacent, but you call it comfortable and reliable, which is more than you could say for any of the past relationships you had been in.
Things started to go left when he claimed to be swamped at work. For a week, okay understandable you thought, but for over a month, and including weekends? Something suspicious surely. With some whispers from your loyal friend and roommate, you learned of the name Laura, a bubbly blonde 21-year-old who was just hired to work at the front desk. On her first day she spilled coffee over some important papers and sweet Brian had been kind enough to show her how to use the photocopier and made googly eyes at her for the rest of the day. âHe was definitely smitten!â according to office chat your roommate picked up on. On nights where you would sit in his apartment, alone, your mind couldnât help but wonder to Laura, knocking on his office door asking Brian if he needed anything before she left for the night. You imagined your boyfriendâs eyes wondering up the secretaryâs legs, finding a tight pencil skirt hugging her hips. His cheeks would blush at the scene, the two all alone in this big office, the dark sky outside the window hiding their secret. You tried your best to shake these thoughts out of you head, but it was only a matter of time before you couldnât contain yourself. One Sunday morning, when Brian wasnât âworkingâ your eyes caught something on his phone and the opportunity to bring up these lingering feelings came up.
âYou got text.â You call out to Brian, who was in the kitchen making the pair of you breakfast. Sweet Brian.
âWhat does it say?â He replied, he doesnât even turn his attention from the stove, he must trust you.
âFrom the Laura, should I reply?â Passwords were shared between the two of you, so replying on behalf of the other was normal.
You see Brianâs head whip around, before he abandons the hot pan, walking quickly to retrieve his phone. âNope, I got it sweetheart.â He is overcompensating with his smile and places a kiss on your forehead before grabbing his phone and going back to the stove. He must think you miss how red his face got, or the initial wide-eyed look he gave when you said her name.
Long story short, after breakfast a rare fight between the two of you ensued, where you called out his shady behaviour and questioned him about Laura.
âAre you crazy? I would never cheat on you!â he throws his hands in the air. After many mean names and yelling back and forth, it was Brian who suggests a break, claiming the stress from working and the lack of quality time spent was clearly straining the relationship. You donât even verbally agree, too mad to even speak, just grabbing your bag and coat from the corridor before leaving his apartment.
You donât return until a few weeks later, when you decide to show up unannounced to make amends. But of course, who was it who held the door open for you when you walk into his building early in the morning? A young blonde, who looked like she had herself a night, sporting the same messy post sex hair and neck hickeys you once did. She shot you a small smile before complimenting your coat, of course Laura is sweet too. You donât even make it inside, that was all the evidence you needed to know that Brian and this relationship was not worth saving.
You spent the week crying in bed, thinking of the wasted years you spent on this stupid relationship. Your roommate encourages you to get out in the world again, donât let Brian win. That plus a bottle of wine, led you to DM Carlos Sainz on Instagram. When you decide to send the frisky message, you are more mad than anything else, wanting to get back at Brian and show him you too can fuck whoever you want. With that being said, it helped that that someone was insanely good looking. To say you were shocked to get a reply the next day was an understatement, but after a few messages back and forth, you received a time and hotel room number to meet Carlos that Saturday.
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You readjust your dress straps as you count the door numbers around you. What exactly does one wear to a one-night stand, especially with a famous person? You settle for a mid-thigh length sun dress and sandals, causal enough you thought. 708 reads the door, but you canât bring yourself to raise your hand to knock. Sure, you had slept with people other than Brian but never like this. Meeting online, random hotel room, not even a date before where you both play coy to the acts that will take place later that night. The sound of the elevator down the hall brings you back and before you can second guess, your fists meet the door, and you wait.
Carlos Sainz opens the door quickly; you hope he wasnât watching you standing there through the peephole. He is even better looking in real life than on Instagram, if thatâs even possible. Beautiful tan skin, slight beard, strong manly jawline and the most effortless soft looking hair. Its wet, he must have just showered, which explains why he has no shirt on. Oh my god. You meet his eyes as he has caught you staring.
âHi.â He says it softly, giving a warm smile at the end. You give him the same smile back, not trusting your voice, accepting his outstretched hand inside the hotel room.
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You stare out the window, looking down below, everything looks so small from here. Carlos left you in the bedroom, claiming he had to take a phone call in the living room. You didnât even know hotels rooms came with multiple sections and rooms inside. The anticipation is killing you as now as it is definitely horniness you feel rather than anxiety.
You feel a gentle hand meet your waist; you turn to face Carlos.
âSorry to keep you waiting.â He says sheepishly. âIt was a work call.â
âNo problem.â You both gaze into each otherâs eyes, his hand is still on your waist. âYou know,â He takes a step forward, âYouâre even prettier in real life.â
You canât help but blush, turning your head away from his gaze. His fresh cologne scent is all around you now, leaving you flustered.
âI mean it, cariño.â He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and takes another step closer, your only inches apart now. Itâs easy to get lost in his eyes, they are so brown, and so warm, like chocolate or the perfect cup of coffee with cream or lik-
Before you can even comprehend your kissing him, and heâs kissing you. Those big firm hands of his run from your face, down to your shoulder pulling you flush on his chest. Your body feels on fire in the best possible way, his presence is everywhere now. His two hands go from your shoulders then neck, then under your jaw, sitting right under your ears, cradling your face, leaning down to kiss you. His lips are so soft but firm in the way they dominate and take control kissing you.
âOn the bed,â A firm slap on your ass jolts you up, âNow.â Carlos turns to watch you waltz towards the large king-sized bed in the middle of the room. You crawl into the center of the bed, before turning and facing him with a sweet smile, sitting on the bed. You wonder where all this confidence came from.
Carlos saunters over to you, with an expression you couldnât really read, his eyes a slightly darker shade of brown. He reaches the foot of the bed and just stares at you, stares. It doesnât intimidate you, in fact it fires you up, yearning for his touch again. Like he read your mind, he grabs your right ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed. You let out a squeal, taken aback from his movement. Now on your back, with his hand still on your foot, he crawled up your body, meeting eyes once again.
His lips ghost over yours, waiting, coming closer, then pulling away slightly. He takes his pointer finger from your ankle, and slowly runs it up your leg, leaving goosebumps in its path. Everything on your body is tingling and buzzing at every little movement he makes.
His fingers slide right up your leg, under your dress, stopping at your underwear. Still holding that intense eye contact, Carlos pulls your thong right down. Your jaw is slack at the action, which makes Carlos smirk, knowing he has you now.
Then the assault on your thighs begins, as Carlos leaves kisses and little nips on both outspread legs, ignoring where you want him the most. The feeling makes your back arch and your breathing hitch with anticipation. His teasing continues for some time, as your hands find his locks, enjoying the soft fluffy texture. You almost donât notice the halt in movement, as Carlosâ eyes bore into your from between your legs. Slowly he moves closer, and closer to your center. Holding that same eye contact, he licks one long stripe up your pussy. You hiss at the sensation. Again, he repeats his movements, keeping the same slow pace, making you itch for more.
âCarlos,â You whine out softly, turning your head into the comforter, not being able to handle the scene below. The wait comes to an end as Carlos places a kiss right on your clit, before sucking the sensitive bud right between his two lips creating sucking sound in the progress.
âFuck!â You yelp louder than intended but you couldnât help it. The sounds of his moans, your moans, the sucking, and the licking were combining to send your mind into overdrive, no thoughts at all. Carlos takes your body language positively, starting to become very enthusiastic below, spreading your legs even wider and picking up the pace. The better it feels, the more you moan, the more it encourages Carlos. The cycle is vicious.
Your hands tightly grip the comforter beneath you, needing somewhere to release your distress, somewhere to allow you to keep holding on to this moment.
âYes, Carlos! Donât stop, donât fucking stop!â The chant and shortness of breath brings Carlos to create moans of his own, leaving a satisfying mumming vibration to your clit.
âSuch a pretty pussy,â He pulls back to swipe the pads of his fingers roughly back and forth on your clit, creating a slew of wetness everywhere. The sounds are downright nasty, as Carlos returns to sucking on your clit.
âPlease! Please let me come!â You cry out, the world around you slipping away, as all you can think of is the feeling between your legs. Your cries bring a cocky smirk to his face, loving seeing you squirm, twist, and yelp out in ecstasy.
âHow bad do you want it, hm?â Carlos asks, taking two long and thick fingers right into your pussy, slipping in easily. With the first thrust, your shocked at how deep inside you he goes. Itâs only two fingers but you feel stuffed. Your mouth is left a gape, eyes rolled back, with the faintest whine escaping your mouth. The feeling is too much to describe so good, but so bad and you didnât want it to stop.
âFuck! Yes, hm, I want it so bad, please let me-â His fingers curling literally leave you speechless as you canât even continue your desperate pleas. Finally, the feeling hits you so hard your body stiffens in delight. Carlos takes his slender fingers and beings pumping in and out of you. There is no slow build up, just constant penetration as he shows no mercy on you.
You yelp out in pleasure as you cum all over Carlosâ fingers and drip on to the comforter below. He is relentless though, as he continues pumping in and out of you, enjoying watching your toes curl in pleasure.
 Your orgasm runs through your whole body, leaving you tingling. Considering the fact that it had been a while, coupled with the beautiful man whose mouth is still attached to your clit, you were more than pleased. All that was left was the quiet hums as you came down from your high, and the rough hands of Carlos running down the inside of your legs and playing with your fucked out pussy.
âHey, enough!â You playfully scold, turning to the side, bringing your legs together. The overstimulation is killing you in the best way possible.
âYou look good like this, cariño.â He is kneeling in between your legs, staring down at your twisted naked body and the wet crumbled sheets. Fuck, your beautiful he thought. âNow be a good girl and get on your hands and knees for me.â He says with a light tap on your thigh.
You do as he says, slowly but surely, flipping over to a doggy position facing the headboard. A sharp slap to your ass jolts you up, surely leaving a red imprint, but the string leaves an oddly pleasant feeling making you hum in pleasure. Carlos could touch you anywhere tonight and you would probably enjoy it.Â
âAgain.â You say, confidence once again taking over making you bold enough to call the shots. He complies, taking his large palm and beating it against your ass, this time harder. You gasp in pleasure.
âSo, she likes to get spanked, huh?â Carlos asks, rubbing the sore red mark already forming. You hum in agreeance, sticking you ass out, rubbing ever so slightly on his bare thighs. You hadnât even noticed him discarding his clothes.
âBut does she like this?â The question makes you ponder for a second, then you feel it. The weight gives it away, and then the feeling of something long and big dropped between your ass cheeks. You had suspicions that Carlos would be a well-endowed man and you were correct. You turn your head to get a good look at his cock. Neatly trimmed, good length, and definitely girthy, you were in for it.
âFucking hell Carlos.â
He looks down at you with a smirk, taking his eyes away from his nimble fingers rolling on a condom. He leans down over your shoulder, gets right in your face, and places a kiss on your lips. You can still taste yourself on his tongue. Before you can really get into it, he pulls away.
âIâm going to fucking ruin you, just like you asked me to, cariño.â He says sexily, looking right into your eyes, alluding to the direct message that began this all. You just hope you could handle it all.
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Turns out you could handle it all. Well, just barely technically speaking. Carlos relentlessly pounded into you, causing your body to bounce with force into the mattress. There was a pillow placed just under your hips, slightly elevating your body, giving the perfect angle for Carlos. The arch in your back stayed, but your face? Buried into the white comforter below, surely leaving makeup residue from the force but also the tears that fall one by one from your tightly shut eyes.
Was it rough, was it nasty? Yes, and you fucking loved the feeling, relishing in the violent nature of Carlosâ thrusts. He used his big hands to tightly wrap around your waist, using you as leverage for his thrusts. He loved the sight of his large hands being almost dwarfed by the size of your ass, as he watched his cock enter in and out of you. Together your arousal made for great lube as Carlos moved with ease through your pussy.
The sounds are what really got you though. With doggy style came the infamous sound of skin on skin colliding. It was so rough, and loud, you donât even feel sympathy for the neighbors next door for the constant sound of the rocking headboard. Lastly, the dirty talk. Carlos exsuded masculinity in every sense including his voice. The deep tone, the vulgar language all enough to make your feet curl.
âFuck bella! What a pretty pussy.â
âYou take me so well, I can feel you squeezing me!â
âLouder baby! I want to hear you beg for it.â
You could feel the beginnings of your orgasm start to creep up on you. The knot in your stomach, the tingling sensation all over, it leaves your jaw slack as you beg the man above you to finish the job.
âPlease Carlos! Itâs so fucking good.â You draw out in pleasure. âI want to come please!â
âMake yourself come on my cock, princesa.â With that his thrust halted, leaving you shocked for a moment. âCome on, you know what to do.â A light tap on your hips signaled you back against his cock. You repeated the movement, using your hands to guide your ass back onto his waiting cock. The feeling is just as good as before, maybe even better as you could control the pace, opting to go quickly in, then slowing down the exit. This allows you to really feel his length and girth slipping in and out of you sinfully.
âGood fucking girl, just like that. Keep going.â His voice is lighter now, just above a whisper, relishing in the pleasure below him.
You take his words as encouragement, squeezing yourself around his cock, drawing out moans from the both of you. Itâs as if you could feel all the veins and lines on his member the way you were so tightly stuffed. His slight curve being the final nail in the metaphorical coffin that sent you over the edge, meeting perfectly with your g-spot.
âFuccckkk!â
You call out in pleasure, followed by screams you could barely contain, even if you wanted. The orgasm hits you hard, leaving you tingling all over. You fell flat onto the mattress, unable to hold up your own weight anymore. That didnât stop Carlos from placing his hands by either side of your head, lining himself back up with your entrance and plowing into you at a ridiculous pace. How he found the energy, you had no idea.
Carlos let out his own obscene sounds, closer to grunts, almost an animalistic moan, being encouraged by the way your ass bounced in response. It would surely leave a mark tomorrow. He spilled the last bits of his cum into you, finishing with one big thrust before laying half of his body weight on you.
It was now that you realized the eery quietness of the bedroom, only the sound of the AC blowing and the heavy breathing of the two of you filling the space. Both you and Carlosâ chest rise and fall in unison.
âFuck.â He says breathlessly after a few moments. He runs his large hands over your face from behind you, brushing your hair out of the way before kissing your temple, cheek, then shoulder resting his head on your spine before removing himself from you. You both hiss at the sensation. Carlos flops onto his back right beside you, hands resting on his stomach with his eyes closed, attempting to catch his breath.
âYou are something else, cariño.â He mumbles, turning his head slightly to peak one eye at you with a smirk.
You gave him a grin of satisfaction back before pushing yourself on your knees crawling to the edge of the bed, then kneeling on the floor.
âYou have seen anything yet.â You say sultrily, tucking your hair behind you ears staring right at your prize between his legs. This gets Carlosâ attention, as he sits up slightly look at your doe eyes peering back at him.
âFuck me.â Carlos was in for it.
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So, there you were, perched on your knees, staring up at the beautiful man, slowly stroking him, up and down with the lightest touches, twisting your wrists. It was a sight for sore eyes, as Carlos leaned back on the bed slightly, eyes fixated back at you. He kept his hands resting on the mattress.
âDo you know how fucking pretty you are, bella?â He asks licking his lips and staring back down at you with a slack jaw.
You smiled in reply, humming around the head of his cock, as you brought it close to your mouth. You begin to tease him with your movements, tapping his tip around your mouth, on your cheek, never bring in inside though. You could tell this was rattling Carlos, as his ankles fidgeted and bounced by your thighs, as he tried to put his focus anywhere else in anticipation.
âCâmon princessa, youâre killing me.â He whines up above you. The pinched brow and wanting brown eyes make Carlos look so fucking sexy, as he is literally begging you to suck his cock.
âHow bad do you want it though, hm?â You ask in a mocking tone, trying to supress a giggle from escaping. He tosses his head back in remembrance of those same words he uttered to your earlier. âKarma,â he whispers under his breath.
âYou know how bad I want it. You can see how bad I want it.â He crocks out, alluding to the red, erect, hard cock of his being the kitten licked by you. Little drips of precum escape out from his tip, it pulls a groan out of the two of you. Both sets of eyes are locked in on the milky white bead of cum running down the tip. You lick it up before it reaches halfway down. Carlos is staring back at you in awe, with those pleading eyes, begging you to do something, anything really. You decide to put in him out of his misery and let out a thick string of saliva before lowering your mouth on his cock.
âFuck!â He moans out loud. The sudden movements makes him sit up from his previous lounged position. You pick a steady pace, moving up and down fast, knowing Carlos had been teased enough. You suck up and down, as it doesnât take much for him to reach the back of your throat. It causes you to slightly gag, but you continue. Dirty noises of wetness, gagging, and slurping make you rub your thighs together below. The tempo caused your hair to flow down towards your face. Carlos used his big hands to wipe your vision clear, holding your hair at the back of your head.
âThere you go, just like that baby, fuck!â He draws out. The constant hums, whines, and moans from Carlos do wonders for your confidence as you wonder when you were ever nervous. You can tell he is really enjoying it based on the veins straining his face and arms.
âYou taste so fucking good.â You hum, removing him from your mouth, using one hand to massage his balls. You sit back on your heels admiring the beautiful man in front of you. You give him a sinful smile.
Carlos looks spent above you, hair all tussled, sweat slicked all across his body, chest huffing up and down. He takes his cock into his hand rubbing the tip across your swollen lips, tapping it a couple times on your waiting tongue.
âCâmon baby, finish me off.â He grunts out.
And you do just that.
You take a deep breath before taking his whole cock down the back of your throat in one go. An animalistic groan comes from Carlos, but you keep going. You hollow your cheeks around him, sucking with some force up and down. Your force yourself to look up, making eye contact with Carlos as you can tell he is very close now. Removing your lips from his length, you take him into your palm, stroking him up and down.
âFuck, princesa!â He cussing out loudly, but neither of you really cared.
âI want you to finish on my face.â You say calmly, holding eye with Carlos, above you.
âWhat?â He whimpers out, face softening. There is no way he heard you correctly.
âYou heard me. Cum all over my face, baby.â Your eyes bore into his, becoming wide and pleading for the unimaginable. And who was Carlos to deny you.
He lets out a string of expletives as your wrist work quickly on his shaft, up and down, adding spit for good measure. At this point, Carlosâ whole body is stiff and strained, as he approaches his climax. He forcefully uses one hand to grip the back of your head, the other to take over stroking his cock. You close your eyes and purse your lips together waiting.
âOh my god-shi-fuckkkk!â
You feel the warm liquid, spilling all along your forehead and down to your lips. Itâs a heavy load, as Carlos uses his strong hands to direct your head around, making sure not to miss a spot. He groans out as he works on his masterpiece on your face, squeezing at his cock. You stick your tongue out for effect, tasting his sweet cum. Finally, the act ends, as your eyes are still close and Carlos pants above you.
As much as you want to soak in the moment, the thought comes back in your head, reminding you. You pat on the ground around you feeling for your phone that you slipped in preparation for this moment. Feeling the cold case on your left side, you flip it over, before handing it to Carlos on his lap.
âTake a photo of me.â
There is a moment of silence, as Carlos is actually shocked.
âGod, who knew you were such a little slut, huh?â He replies with a chuckle, before taking your phone and pressing the camera icon on the bottom right. You feel him shuffle around for a moment, before the bright flash of your phone shines on your face. Carlos snaps several photos, getting different angles, as you stick your tongue out letting some cum drip down, even peaking one eye open. He tries to move quickly, before placing your phone back on the bed, and jogging to the bathroom. Your still on your knees waiting for him when he come back with a warm towel that he runs along your face and hair.
âOkay, I think I got it all.â He mumbles quickly, pushing some damp baby hairs behind your ear. You finally lock eyes, and you give him a sweet smile before leaning up to kiss him, which he gladly accepts. He cradles your jaw and tongue kisses you so hard you feel dizzy.
âThank you.â You say sincerely looking at him in the eyes, after pulling away. You rub his hand that rests on his thigh.
This brings a laugh and confused frown to the Spaniards face. âFor what? I should be the one thanking you.â
âIâm thanking you for ruining me.â You say seductively. You watch as his eyes go wide, before returning his signature smirk at you.
Carlos almost does not recognize you now, as he would have never accepted this confident, strong, sexy behaviour from the shy woman who walked through his hotel door a few hours ago.
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âSo, what exactly are you gonna do with those photos huh?â The pair of you are now cuddle up in the large king size bed, your leg draped over his middle, naked bodies intertwined. âSaving them in a spank bank for later?â Carlos jokes, he squeezes your shoulder in a playful manner.
In the events after, you both headed for the lavish bathroom, adorned with the largest shower you have ever seen. There are all kinds of buttons and settings, even a touch screen to activate the steam. But you and Carlos stayed busy, going one more round in the shower for good measure. He had you pinned against the wall with your leg wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you.
The mood is much lighter now, as you lay together, the TV playing a random sitcom as you make light conversation.
âNo, actually.â You start, a light blush starts to creep up your face. âMy ex-boyfriend invited me over tonight at 8, his place.â You use this time to glance at clock above the TV, you still have a couple hours to spare.
âHe is cooking me dinner, my favourite. He thinks weâre getting back together.â You say with a little chuckle. Carlos looks amused, as he tries to fight back a smirk.
âLittle does he know I have a surprise of my own.â You reach for your phone thatâs tossed somewhere beside you. Taping the screen your phone comes alive displaying the image taken just moments ago as your new lockscreen. A break of laughter causes Carlos to almost sit up, as his hand flies to his jaw in shock.
âOh my god.â Thatâs all he can say really.
It was difficult to pick just one of the sexy pictures Carlos had taken. But you settle for one in which your face is covered in cum, tongue hanging out catching the residue. If you look closely, you can spot your right hand stuck in between your thighs.
âHe was a terrible boyfriend, but makes great steak unfortunately.â
#f1#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#carlos sainz#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz imagine#f1 fanfic#carlos sainz fanfic#my writing
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The brainrot continues to grow by the minuteâŠ.so here we are again lovey. After re-reading a lot of your blog last night when the insomnia hit me live laugh love.
I remembered you did a series with poly!moonwater about reader being pregnant and ect. So I was wondering what would be your headcannons for poly wolfstar pregnancy in terms of shy reader/the refugee type character in between gentle yet dominant Remus and loyal, protective, possessive Sirius type vibes.
awwwweeeee yes okay
wolfstar x shy/referee!reader headcanons for their pregnancy
Sirius:
freaks, like, catastrophic level 9 freak out
runs to Effie and Monty sobbing; begging them to help him, begging them to tell him what to do because he can't be like them - he just can't
has to show back up at your shared home a few days later with his tail tucked between his legs at having fled [will explain below in Remus] - sooooo super emotional
spends a lot of time with Effie and Monty - buys a lot of pregnancy, parenting, and baby books
quits his jobs and starts babysitting Harry (wants practice)
becomes a bit of a nuisance for reader; little bit of a coddler, doesn't want reader even walking, won't let her get up to get her own drinks, everyone who comes over has to hand sanitize and show proof that they're healthy ("what do you mean proof!? You want to check my tonsils??" "......yes Prongs, now say ahhh."), starts a sleep schedule for reader - encourages her to take a nap every afternoon
cries a lot lol - both from excitement and nerves
Remus:
he has to become the referee between reader and Sirius
constantly defending Sirius to you when he hovers too much or seems to worried "he just loves you and is trying to do his best, dove", but also has to tell Sirius when he's being too much and to back off "you're going to put her into early labour, Pads."
lets Sirius thinking he's handling everything but really, Remus is the one actually making sure reader is all good and healthy - prenatal vitamins, adds supplements to meals/food for extra nutrients, books all of the OBGYN appointments, tells Sirius that reader "has to walk because it's good for her and baby ffs"
starts visiting his mum and dad for tea more frequently; Hope sends him home every time with more of his old baby clothes, blankets, quilts she's made, his baby pictures, etc etc.
reads baby books as well, but mostly about infant development (wants his baby to be the smartest lol)
plays voice of reason
reader:
far feistier than usual (not her usual shy, placid self)
spends most of her pregnancy handing Sirius' ass to him and he is swooning (might just have to put more babies into her.....)
Remus does take over your role as referee but can't help but admit how much he likes seeing you so passionate
very worried; never saw kids in the cards for these three (Sirius with his family trauma and Remus with his affliction) and I think she'd spend most of her pregnancy sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop......like, maybe today's the day they'll leave? one more emotional breakdown made by her and they're definitely going to pack their bags (which makes her emotional breakdowns worse)
Remus has to take her to the healer for anxiety medication because of it
It makes for a lot of really sweet conversations and moments between the three of them though - the boys reassuring reader and just cuddling for the rest of the day
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A Surprise For You, My Dear
* Authorâs note: In this story, Iâm going to interpret Alastorâs asexuality and aromanticism as more fluid than it seems to be canonically. Also, this is my first fanfic so please keep that in mind if it's shit... That being said, I hope you enjoy!
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Alastor. The radio demon. Everyone knew the radio demon, and though he had been gone for quite a while, most still feared him upon his return, but not me. Because he was different from me. Softer, kinder, more genuine. It wasnât a relationship, at least I didnât think it was, but I still enjoyed my time with Alastor; the dancing, the laughter we both shared, every moment left me in awe of the man that had come to be feared by so many.
âYou gonna answer me or not?â Husk snapped, pulling me from my thoughts.Â
I tried to cover my embarrassment that struck me when I realized that I hadnât been listening to the old bartender at all despite having been the one that came and started conversing with the man. I sat up a little straighter and looked over at the bar cat. âSorry, I⊠my mind was somewhere else. What did you say?â
Husk rolled his eyes. âIâm goinâ out with Angel tonight but that damn pig of his is sick. I think the little shit got into my whiskey when Angel brought him down here last night. Angel wants to know if youâll watch him.â He takes a long sip of whiskey in his glass. âSo you up for it?â
Although I loved Fat Nuggets and would usually jump at the chance to spend time with the sweet little pig, I shook my head. âSorry, I have plans with Alastor.â I canât help the smile that spreads across my face. âAl said he has a surprise for me tonightâŠâ
âRight.â Husk gives me an unimpressed look that seems to say something along the lines of fuck you without outright saying fuck you. âYour boyfriend and your date night.â
âHeâs not my boyfriend.â I say awkwardly. âI mean.. I donât think soâŠI mean, I⊠I just⊠I like him but its, itâsâŠâ I sigh deeply, a heat rising in my cheeks. âShut up, Husk.â
 âWhatever.â Husk says in his usual empty sarcastic tone. âGuess Angel and meâll just stay in with the pig tonightâŠâ I watch as he turns, grabbing a glass and beginning to polish it with a rag that ironically didnât all that clean.
âOh⊠sorry, HuskâŠâ I mumble awkwardly, suddenly feeling a bit like a dick for essentially denying the couple a night out. I knew they both deserved it but I just couldnât bring myself to say that I would cancel on Alastor when he made the night out seem so special. âIâŠâ I trail off for a moment, feeling the other demonâs judging eyes despite his back still being turned to me as he continues to polish glasses on the shelf behind the bar. âIâm gonna go get ready to meet Alastor. Iâll see you later, and maybe I can take Fat Nuggets another time?â
I receive a grunt in reply, but as I get off my barstool, I hear the old demon grumble under his breathâŠ. A simple warning. âJust⊠Be careful around Alastor, kidâŠ. You been having a rough enough time without his bullshitâ He says, not even sparing me a glance as the words left his lips. I promise him I will, knowing that heâs only looking out for me⊠Husk always told me that, or at least something along those linesâŠ. But this time felt different; this time it sent a spear of anxiety through my chest and made my mind wander to what everyone in hell knew about Alastor versus the Alastor that I knew. The Alastor that I loved despite knowing he probably didnât and would never feel the same about me⊠when I really thought about it, I did wonder why the man had taken such a liking to me. I wasn't indebted to him, I had no real power in hell or the hotel, and even I knew that no matter what version of Alastor was on display, he didn't keep people around without a reason.Â
My thoughts continued to wander from one shitty thought to the next as I went up to my room to change for our little hang out. I was so lost in the whirlwind of thoughts when a knock at the door jolted me from where I sat in my room.
âDarling,â Alastorâs cheery, sing song voice. âAre you ready to go?â
Despite the fact that I had just been questioning my entire purpose in his life and why my companionship was so valued by him, I practically tripped over my own two feet trying to get to the door. âAl!â I beam the second I see him. âI thought we were supposed to meet up? What are you doing here?â
Sporting his signature smile, the usually detached demon waltzed into my room, grabbing me and spinning me around. âI thought we could make our way to our outing together, hmm?â He says as I giggle. âWhat do you say, my dear? May I escort you to the roof for your surprise?â Alastorâs smile faded into a warmer grin as he held out his hand in invitation, waiting for me to take it.
When I took his hand and let him lead me through the halls of the hotel toward the roof, it felt as if all at once the anxieties that had been gnawing away at my gut just melted away ... it was like butterflies just swarmed my insides.
âWhat is this big surprise, Al?" I giggle as he whisks me up to the roof, stopping just outside the door.Â
âNow, I know that you've had a rough week, and that you've been absolutely dying to see that new horror filmâŠâ He said giddily. âAnd I've set something up that I think you'll enjoy very much.â
A frown crossed my face for a moment. I had mentioned wanting to see the horror movie that came out last weekend, and I had been pretty having a shitty week, but I wasnât sure where Alastor was going with this surprise since he wouldnât dare touch a tv that would stream the movie. âYeahâŠ?â I laugh lightly as we stand in front of the door. âWhat, did you find someone to go to the movies with or something?â
âNot quite.â I can actually heat the excitement in his voice as he opens the door and pulls me through it. âWhat do you think?â
âAlastorâŠâ I breathe, looking around at the rooftop. Thereâs twinkle lights strung up all over and blankets and pillows and wine sitting and a basket of my favorite snacks all sitting beside a projector pointed at the wall beside the door. âThis isâŠâ
âOh, but wait, thereâs more!â Alastor said, his shadow hitting play on the projector. The beginning sequence of the movie I had been dying to see popping up.
My eyes lit up and despite myself, I launched myself into the radio demonâs arms, eliciting a small âoofâ from the man before I felt his arms snake around me. âAlastor, this is amazing! I love it!â I looked up at the man who everyone around me seemed so terrified of, the man my friends warned me to be careful around. âDid you really do this for me?â
âWhy of course!â The man smiled down at me, pulling me a bit closer than he usually did before his head dipped just a bit lower and I felt him place a soft kiss on my forehead. âI would do anything to make you happy, my sweet little radio wave.âÂ
My heart stopped for just a moment before it began racing, hammering against my ribcage as the butterflies in my stomach went wild. âAlâŠâ Before I could stop myself, I found my lips connecting with his and despite his usual aversion to touch and romance and anything that could even possibly lead to sex, he pulled me a bit closer.Â
When he didn't pull away, it felt like electricity crackling in my veins. I felt like every star in the sky aligned perfectly as he held me. It felt perfect, it felt right.Â
Radio static cracked in the air around us and Alastorâs face was just a light shade of red, no doubt mirroring my own embarrassment at what I had just done.
âWell then, â Alastor cleared his throat, the static seeming to fade a bit as he straightened his jacket and held his hand out to me. "Shall we sit down and watch the movie?â I take his hand and nod wordlessly, afraid that I would ruin what was certainly a perfect moment if I uttered even a word or asked him to define our relationship.
Alastor showed me to my seat on the blanketed area he had set up, I immediately sank into the soft pillows and blankets, and smiled as he sat down beside me. The movie began to play and as the opening credits began to roll, I knew I should at least thank him for all of this since I knew it was a show of care he reserved for only those he loved on some level, but before I could form a coherent sentence, I felt it⊠His arm snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to his own body.
âI donât think I couldâve made this anymore perfect if I tried, Al.â I sigh softly, resting my head against his chest and listening to the quiet, steady crackle of radio static that always seemed to emit from the demon. Although he set this movie night up for me, Iâm not even watching the movie, but rather, just trying to soak up this moment before it slips away. âThank you.â
Alastor chuckles, his hand gently coming to rest on my chin. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned in, our lips hovering just apart from one anothers. âIâm glad youâre enjoying yourself, my dear.â The static completely stops and his whisper tickles my lips as he catches them in another soft kiss.
The week had been shitty, but this⊠This was perfect.
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Sunshine After a Storm
Summary: Dean has been away on a hunt for over a month. Despite putting on a strong front for Dean, you've been grappling with persistent grief stemming from the emotionally demanding nature of your work as a nurse and the suffocating anxiety that Dean might not return to you alive. When Dean notices, he wholeheartedly dedicates himself to reassuring you that being vulnerable is perfectly acceptable and tenderly encourages you to lean on him for support and share the emotional burden.
âMy sweet, beautiful, sensitive girl,â Dean whispered, the words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, soothing the storm inside you.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size F Reader; Dean & Reader are engaged. No physical description of the reader, but I envision fat women when I write.Â
Warnings:Â Mentions of death, grief, anxiety.
Word Count:Â 3,807
A/N: Yeah, so if it wasn't obvious, I'm rewatching Supernatural! Admittedly, this piece is self-indulgent, much like most of my writing. I wrote it over the weekend to help me cope with the emotional demands of my new job (I'm not in the healthcare field). I share these writings, hoping they solace others as we envision our comfort characters providing what our hearts and souls yearn for.Â
Each day blurred into the next, filled with the routines of caring for residents who looked to you for comfort and support, yet you often felt like an island in the sea of their struggles. At the senior assisted living facility, you were the steady hand, the kind smile, and the soft voice that reassured them through their fears and anxieties. But even the strongest of foundations can begin to crumble under the weight of fatigue and isolation. The numbness from years of caring for others was starting to give way to a torrent of feelingâeverything you had kept at bay for so long was threatening to overwhelm you.
The fluorescent lights of the nursing station buzzed around you like a swarm of relentless bees, each patient's story echoing in your mind. You recalled Ms. Loveday, who had once played the piano beautifully, now silent in her final days. Or Mr. Jenkins, whose laughter had filled the room, now a faint memory cloaked in the sterile antiseptic scent. A soft beep echoed from the telemetry monitor, snapping you back to reality. You forced yourself to focus on the task â reviewing charts, administering medication, and comforting the residents you adored.
After your shift ended, you sat in the break room zoning out, staring blankly into your untouched coffee, the steam curling up and dissipating into the air like the souls you had held onto, if only for a little while. You couldn't shake the feeling that your days were also numbered, that someday, you would hold Deanâs hand for the last time and never quite recover from it.
"What are you doing after this shift?" Your colleague asked cheerfully, snapping you back to reality.Â
"Just... going home, I suppose," you replied, your smile a facade that failed to reach your eyes. Returning to your own life, free from the weight of others' suffering, seemed like a distant dream.Â
"Take care of yourself, okay? You know you can't help everyone. You're not a superhero."Â
You nodded, but the words stung. You wanted to be the invincible partner that Dean deserved, someone who didn't crumble under the weight of sorrow. Yet here you were, feeling fragile and frayed like the worn-out scrubs you wore, each thread a reminder of your emotional turmoil.
The old rigid door creaked as you entered the bunker, filled with the comforting remnants of Deanâs presence: his jackets tossed over chairs, half-opened magazines stacked on the table, and the faint smell of gun oil lingering in the air. Despite the chaos of the Winchesterâs hunting life, there was a warm stability in the bunker, one you clung to now more than ever.
After a quick shower, you washed away the remnants of your long shiftâthe scent of antiseptics and the occasional, overwhelming smell of anxiety vanishing down the drain.
Just as you settled onto the soft mattress, you reached for your phone, and your heart gushed at the thought of Dean. You flipped through the gallery, each photo a whisper of your shared moments. His bright and infectious smile glowed up at you from the screen, reminding you of carefree days spent togetherâadventurous getaways, lazy Sunday mornings, and spontaneous late-night drives. You held onto the phone tightly, feeling the phantom warmth of his presence.
Beside you, Dean's flannel shirt rested on the bed. You buried your face in the fabric, inhaling deeply, as his scentâwoodsy and familiarâwrapped around you like a warm embrace. It was comforting, a piece of him that bridged the miles between, yet it heightened the pang of longing deep within you.
Just as you felt your eyelids grow heavy, your phone buzzed in your hand. The vibration startled you, causing your heart to race. You glanced at the screen, and your breath caught in your throat. The name that lit up the display sent a flood of warmth through your chest: "Dean."
It was surreal. Could he feel your longing, hear your silent prayers for connection? You answered with a quick swipe, the screen illuminating your face. You panicked momentarily and hoped he wouldn't sense something was wrong.Â
You uttered a breathless, "Hello?"Â
"Hey, babe," Dean's voice greeted you, full of warmth and a hint of fatigue.
"Hey," you replied, your voice wavering slightly. "How's the hunt?"Â
âSame olâ, same olâ. Just another day in the family business.â He chuckled. "How's the old folks' home? Still wrangling all the cranky grandpas?"
You took a deep breath. You were torn. You wanted to share your burdens, but how could you do that without dragging him down?
 "It has been busy. You know how it is."
"Something's off. Tell me what's wrong," Dean asked as he picked up on the subtle unease in your tone.
The genuine concern in his voice made your heart swell, yet it hurt to think of burdening him with your struggles. You hesitated, grappling with the urge to be strong. You and Dean had always been each other's anchors, but now you worried you might tip the boat over.
"I'm fine, babe. I'm just sleep-deprived. Been taking extra shifts to keep busy, is all," you finally said, forcing an upbeat tone you didn't quite feel. "Just know I miss you."
"I miss you too, baby. We're going to get ready to wrap up this hunt. Can't wait to get back home. We'll do something fun, I promise."Â
"Sounds good," you replied, but the words felt hollow. "Be careful, okay?"
"I will. I always do. I love you, sweetheart."Â
You heard a faint sound of chatter, and then Jack's voice chimed in, "Hey, I love you too!"
Your smile widened as you responded, "Love you both, too!"
After you hung up, you closed your eyes, surrendering to the fatigue that weighed heavily on you.
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Communication between you and Dean had always been a source of strength, but the waning enthusiasm in your voice concerned him and gnawed at him.Â
He sat on the edge of the motel bed and couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Dean frowned. He knew how to read you like a book. âBusyâ was your way of saying you were overwhelmed; he could sense the weight behind those words. He didnât think it was just the usual stress of your jobâit was deeper, darker like a cloud hovering over you.Â
Sam observed his restless brother, noticing how Dean's fingers tapped anxiously on the leg.Â
"Go to her, Dean," Sam advised softly, his eyes reflecting understanding. "We'll take care of everything here."
Dean hesitated, glancing at Sam, who was perched comfortably at the table, absorbed in his research.Â
"You sure about this?" Dean questioned.
"We've got this covered," Sam affirmed, projecting confidence.Â
Cas, Jack, and Eileen joined in with subtle nods, their collective solidarity a silent promise of support.
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As you finished your shift at the senior home, tending to one of the residents, Mrs. Flores, you noticed the rustle of a delivery person approaching the nurses' station. The familiar scent of flowers wafted through the air, and your heart raced excitedly. It was that time againâDean's way of sending his love your way, telling you that he would be home in exactly two weeks.Â
The delivery person handed you a beautifully arranged bouquet of vibrant sunflowers and tulips, their golden petals radiating warmth. You carefully took the flowers, your breath hitching slightly at the sight. Then, with anticipation, you spotted the small card nestled among the stems.Â
"Hey, gorgeous. Just wanted you to know I'll be on my way home soon. Can't wait to wrap my arms around you and show you how much I love you. Youâre a beacon of light in my life, and I hope these brightened your day as much as you brightened mine. I'm so damn proud of you. See you soon. - Dean.
You couldn't help but smile widely, your heart fluttering at the words. Mrs. Flores, who had been observing you closely, chuckled softly.Â
"That man has a way of making your heart sing, doesn't he?" Mrs. Flores said wistfully, her gaze distant.Â
âYou have no idea," you replied softly, pondering how lucky you felt to have Dean in your life, even with the chaos that often surrounded you both.
You took a moment to breathe in their sweet fragrance. Dean always seemed to know just what you neededâ love, woven through the chaos of your lives, was a constant source of strength.Â
You turned your attention back to Mrs. Flores, who was already gathering her knitting supplies.
 "So, what do you think?" you asked, a playful glimmer in your eye. "Can I pull off shamefully gushing about my fiancé while we finish these clinics?"
Mrs. Flores grinned knowingly. "Oh, honey, you go right ahead. A little love story in a room full of memories is exactly what we need!"Â
Mr. Thompson had wheeled himself to get a close look at the flowers. "Well, don't you look like you've been kissed by the sun, dear! Who's the lucky guy?" He asked.
You turned, your smile even wider. âThat would be my fiancĂ©, Dean. Heâs away for work right now, but this is his way of letting me know he's thinking of me."
"That's a lovely gesture! You keep that glow; it makes my day brighter just seeing you happy," Mr. Thompson replied, his eyes twinkling with warmth.
Your work device vibrated with a message from the doctor: "Ms. Loveday requests your presence for one final meeting."Â
As you strolled through the serene corridors of the hospice, reminiscences of previous encounters with Ms. Loveday inundated your thoughts. The soothing, rhythmic melody of the piano keys resounded in your mindâthe way Ms. Loveday's smile would gently emerge, her eyes glimmering with memories as she recounted tales of her youth and the magnificent concerts she once graced with her presence.
There she was, lying peacefully in bed, surrounded by the soft glow of the sunset filtering through the window. The room held a stillness that contrasted sharply with the anxious flutter in your heart.Â
You approached her, noting her labored breaths and the slightest tremors of her body. You took her hand in hers, squeezing gently, wishing her comfort.
Ms. Loveday's face softened with warmth, her eyes twinkling with affection as she summoned all her strength to speak in a gentle, trembling voice, "What a good man. Those flowers are lovely, dear. They remind me of sunshine after a storm."Â
You nodded, tears brimming in your eyes. The reality of her impending goodbye was suffocating.
"Dear," Ms. Loveday said softly, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying the warmth of a thousand shared moments. "Life is a melody, and like any good piece of music, it has its crescendos and diminuendos. Remember to embrace the highs and get through the lows together."
"Ms. Loveday, Iâ"
"Let me finish," the elderly woman interrupted with a gentle smile, though her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "you have a good heart. Don't let it harden with the burdens of this world. Promise me you'll live fully. Dance if you must, laugh often, and never let doubt overshadow your love."
You couldn't help but smile through your sorrow. "I promise," you finally replied, your voice trembling. "I'll hold on to your words and cherish every moment."
"Good," Ms. Loveday said, her voice growing fainter. She closed her eyes, a peaceful smile still resting on her lips."Thank you for being my audience, y/n. I think my final encore is about to begin."
Ms. Loveday's trembling grasp finally loosened, and as her hand fell away, the once-vigorous monitor that had been beeping with life fell into an eerie silence. Your emotional dam collapsed as you finally opened the floodgates, your tears flowing freely. In that poignant moment of grief, you found yourself consumed by a deep yearning for Dean, wishing for his unwavering strength to envelop you, to remind you that you were a teamâeach other's support, no matter the distance or the danger he faced.Â
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Dean's heart pounded with concern as he stepped out of your workplace. He had traveled a long way, eagerly looking forward to surprising you, only to be met with your absence. He couldn't shake the feeling that something didn't add up. The receptionist's words lingered in his mind: "She'll be off for the next few days."Â
This conflicted with the excuse you gave him just a few hours ago about picking up extra shifts and being unable to communicate as much. His sense of unease grew as he pondered the inconsistencies in your story. Leaning against the sleek Impala, he felt the cool metal against his back as he fought to calm his racing thoughts, determined not to succumb to the impulse to jump to the worst possible conclusion.
His foot pressed hard on the accelerator as he sped towards the bunker, a surge of relief washing over him when he glimpsed your car parked outside. With anticipation and trepidation, he stepped inside the bunker, enveloped in an eerie silence, save for the buzzing of the lights.Â
Dean made his way to your bedroom and heard the shower's distant sound. Knowing you were home brought him instant relief.Â
Dean waited anxiously for you as you lingered in the shower. Usually, he'd enthusiastically join you, but this time, he wanted to approach you differently.Â
Fidgeting nervously, he tapped his fingers on his lap. Finally, he heard the water cease, and after a few moments, your silhouette casted a soft glow in the room. You emerged from the shower, oblivious to Dean's presence as he sat back on a chair. You were adorned in a delicate silk chemise, the delicate fabric gracefully draping over her figure. Seeing you caused Dean's heart to swell with emotion.Â
âSleeping early now, are we?" Dean remarked, causing you to stop in your tracks, completely bewildered by his unexpected presence.Â
"Dean," you uttered, "I-- I thought you'd be here in two weeks."
Dean's relaxed demeanor tightened as he replied, "Yeah, well, that was before I found out my soon-to-be wife was going through hell alone." His attempt at lightness couldn't mask the underlying concern. "Come on, sweetheart, I know you well."Â
You averted your gaze, not wanting Dean to see your swollen eyes from hours of crying.
"I'm fine," you said with a forced smile. "Where's everyone?" you asked, shifting the focus.Â
 "Okay, so we're going to have a conversation through questions. Iâll indulge you." Dean settled back and observed you, still standing in the alcove, your expression hidden.
 "They're wrapping up the case, so it's just you and me in this bunker. Why did you say you were working extra shifts when you were taking days off?"
You winced at the question, your heart racing as you searched for the most sensible lie. You could feel the weight of his gaze on youâintense and unwavering.
 "I'm just... very sleep-deprived, and I intended to sleep a lot these next few days." There was a moment of silence. "That must have been a long drive... Did you stop by some place to get yourself anything to eat?"Â
Dean knew that was a lie, but he wouldn't press it.Â
âNo, I wanted to get here as fast as possible," he said before pausing and continuing, "Look, I get it. Sometimes, we all need a break. But why the cover-up?" His voice was steady, but an undertone of worry was simmering beneath the surface.
You bit your lip, the weight of his gaze making your chest tighten.
"It was wrong of me, Dean. Iâm sorry,â you said, hoping that was enough for him to avoid attempting to discover your weakness. âIâll be back. I'm going to fix you dinner."
But Dean's worry only intensified, brewing a storm within him. He had faced countless monsters and supernatural foes, yet here he was, feeling powerless against the unseen burdens that tormented you.
He stood up, his instincts kicking in. His concern was knife-edged, a gut feeling that something was really wrong. He grasped your wrist with swift decisiveness, his voice taking on a steely resolve.Â
âWe're not finished," he stated firmly, his grip gentle yet insistent.
You averted your gaze, a fleeting vulnerability flashing in your eyes as your carefully constructed defenses were seconds from crumbling.Â
He reached for your hands, holding them firmly in his own.Â
âLook at me, babyâ he urged gently.Â
"I didn't want to worry you," you confessed, your voice soft and tinged with regret, but you still avoided his gaze.Â
âWorry me?â Dean let out a short laugh. âyouâre doing it right now, babe. Look, youâre my world. Iâd rather know you're struggling than think everythingâs fine when itâs not.â
More silence.
"Sweetheart," Dean uttered gently, "I know this is hard for you to talk about, but you need to talk to me." His thumb brushed just below your chin to lift your gaze toward his. Your eyes were red, and your face was blotchy as you inhaled shakily. Dean's heart shattered at the sight.
That was the final push. The facade pulverized. Tears spilled down your cheeks, and he reached for you, pulling you into his arms as more tears flowed. He tucked your head under his chin, wrapping his arms around you tightly as if he could shield you from any lingering pain and grounding you in the comfort of his presence.Â
âI just feel so helpless sometimes,â you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. âItâs like every loss weighs down on me. And then I come home, and itâs like I canât escape those moments. They follow me, haunting me⊠and I see you, and all I can think about is losing you too.â
Deanâs heart ached at your words. He wished he could take away your pain and fight off those ghosts that plagued your mind.Â
âYouâre not going to lose me, y/n. Iâm right here, and Iâm not going anywhere,â he vowed, his voice steady and firm.Â
You took a deep breath, the weight of your confession lifting slightly. âIt just hurts so much,â you admitted, your voice trembling. âAnd I didnât want to bring that darkness into our life together.â
Dean's voice carried a tinge of sadness as he spoke, "This has been weighing on you for months, and you've been keeping it to yourself..."
His grip on you tightened as if he could absorb your pain through the closeness. He knew that being a nurse wasnât just a job for you; it was an emotional battlefield that often took its toll on your heart and soul.
Dean let go to look into your eyes, a deep intensity and vulnerability reflected back at him. The weight of your pain was palpable, a burden you carried alone, and his heart ached for you.Â
âWeâre in this together, alright? Your pain, your joyâitâs all part of us now. And Iâd take all the broken pieces if it meant keeping you whole," he murmured, his voice filled with compassion and unwavering devotion. âLet me be there for you. Iâd take every scar, every sleepless night, just to keep a part of you with me. Because every moment we have togetherâevery laugh, every fight, every kissâit's worth everything to me.â
Your breath hitched and your heart raced as you locked eyes with him, desperately seeking any flicker of doubt in his unwavering gaze. Instead, you found an intensity of devotion that seemed to pierce into the depths of your soul.
Dean felt a natural, instinctive love for you, as effortless as drawing breath, as vital as his ongoing battle against the surrounding darkness.
âDean, you canât justââ
âI can,â he interrupted softly, his grip on your hands tightening. âI want to. Youâve been through so much, and I canât stand to see you suffer alone. Iâll shoulder whatever you need me to. I want to be part of your healing, just like youâve been a part of my redemption,â he confessed with profound sincerity.
Tears spilled down your cheeks, and for a moment, you felt the rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm you.Â
âBut what if it breaks you?" you whispered, vulnerability spilling from your lips.
"Then Iâll mend myself," he replied with a fierce intensity. "I promise you, Iâd rather be broken alongside you than whole without you."
He pressed a kiss on your forehead, warmth flooding between you two.Â
âIâve dealt with a lot of things in my lifeâhell, monsters, heartbreak, loss. But Iâd fight a hundred more battles if it meant I could protect you from feeling even one more ounce of pain."
As Dean pulled you into his arms, you felt a sense of safety that promised you two would face whatever came next, hand in hand, pain and all.Â
Deanâs fingers traced gentle patterns on your back as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck. You inhaled deeply, filling your lungs with his scent of leather, musk, and faint traces of campfire smoke that clung to him. Your warm exhale caressed his skin, and he could feel the subtle curve of your smile against him. He thought you were so beautiful, fitting in his arms perfectly and his heart so completely.Â
âMy sweet, beautiful, sensitive girl,â Dean whispered, the words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, soothing the storm inside you.
Dean held you tighter, pressing soft kisses into your hair, breathing in the comforting scent of your shampooâthe smell of home.Â
Then Dean let go momentarily to look at you.
"Don't hide from me again, baby." He implored with firm conviction in his voice.
"I promise," you vowed sincerely.
The worry etched on your face disappeared as you made eye contact, and despite the exhaustion in his bones, Dean couldn't help but smile.
âGod, I missed you,â he said earnestly.Â
Dean delicately swept a stray strand of hair behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine at the sensation of his touch.
Then, without another moment's hesitation, Dean wrapped you in his arms again, pulling you close as your lips met in a tender, yearning kiss. It was sweet and soft, a culmination of longing that had built up over the past month. You melted into him, feeling the familiar warmth of his embraceâhow he held you as if you were his entire world. The kiss deepened, filled with an abundance of emotionsârelief, love, and a touch of the bittersweet ache of all the days spent apart.Â
Dean grinned as you pulled apart. "Now, why don't I order us some takeout? We can binge-watch something terrible together. I'm pretty sure you've missed my awful taste in TV."
You let out a chuckle and nodded. âIâd like that.â
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Behind Closed Doors (Part 17)
Pairing: Cillian x Y/N
You choked on your water when you heard her name. "Fuck," you thought, panic seeping in. You were about to meet Cillian's sisterâright now. Anxiety washed over you as your mind raced. What if she thought you were just a gold digger after her brother's money? Meeting Cillian's family had always been one of your biggest worries.
Orla stood at the door, waiting for Cillian to greet her, but he seemed to freeze in place.
"What's wrong, Cill?" she asked, noticing his odd reaction.
"Nothing, sorry. Hi, Orla. How are ya?" He quickly recovered, giving her a kiss on the cheek and closing the door behind her.
She carried a few boxes and bags as she made her way to the kitchen. "I'm just passing by to drop this off," she said, placing them on the counter nearest to the kitchen door. "And I bought this set of curtains for Mum and Da, but I don't know if theyâ" She suddenly noticed you sitting at the kitchen counter and paused, recognition dawning on her face. "Oh, hi," she greeted you with a warm smile as she walked over.
"Orla, this is Y/N. Sheâs on bed rest, so she's staying with me," Cillian explained, his tone firm, making it clear that you were important to him.
"Why? Are you okay?" Orla asked, concern lacing her voice as she leaned on the table. Her sweet demeanor and well-mannered approach immediately put you at ease. You could tell she was genuinely kind, much like Cillian.
"Yeah, I was hospitalized last week," you began, placing a hand on your belly. "I had some bleeding, but we're okay now. I just have to move as little as possible."
Orlaâs eyes softened as she looked at you. "Oh, Iâm so sorry. Glad you're well now. Bed restâs the worst, especially when you get that insane need to nest in the third trimester. Those urges are no joke," she said, raising her hands for emphasis, making you laugh at her playful tone.
There was a brief, awkward silence as the three of you stood in the kitchen, unsure of what to say next.Â
âWell," Orla finally broke the silence, patting the boxes she had dropped off. "I was just passing by to leave these. Donât forget to take them to Cork,â she said, gesturing to the boxes, before handing Cillian the curtains. âAnd here, what do you think of these? Do you think Mum and Da will like them?â she asked, her expression a little more serious now.
"They're okay, I suppose," Cillian replied with a shrug, clearly not too fussed about curtain shopping. Orla rolled her eyes at his lackluster response, amused by her brotherâs indifference.
"Alright, Iâm headed off," Orla said, reaching for her coat.
"We were just about to have dinner, if you want to join," Cillian offered, sensing that this could be a good opportunity for you to spend more time with her. "I'm making chicken curry."
"You know what, Cill?" Orla smiled as she settled beside you, pouring herself a glass of wine. "I could go for some of that chicken you make."
As she took a sip of her drink, she turned to you with a curious smile. âSo, how far along are you?â
âAlmost 22 weeks,â you replied, feeling a bit more comfortable now.
âAh, halfway already! Do you know what youâre having?â she asked, excitement lighting up her face.
âA girl,â Cillian chimed in from the stove, turning to you both with a proud smile.
âOh, theyâre the best! I had my Nina last year, and itâs so different than having boys,â Orla said warmly.
âHowâs baby Nina?â Cillian asked, his eyes softening at the mention of his niece, who was nearly 10 months old.
âSheâs exhausting,â Orla sighed dramatically, making both you and Cillian laugh. âShe just learned how to get off the bed, and now I canât close my eyes for a second without her disappearing.â
The evening flowed pleasantly after that. Orla shared stories and showed you pictures of her baby, and you got a glimpse of just how close she and Cillian were. His gentle care for his sister warmed your heart, and the easy dynamic between them made you feel more at ease.
After dinner, fatigue began to weigh on you, and Cillian noticed immediately. He offered to prepare the guest room for you, knowing that it hadnât been decorated or lived in yet. You thanked him as he left to make the bed, his attentiveness leaving you feeling cared for.
Once Cillian was out of earshot, Orla leaned in closer with a playful, curious smile. âSo, howâs my brother been treating you?â she whispered, her tone filled with interest.
You smiled softly. âHeâs been very attentive and has helped me so much. Heâs a good guy,â you said, genuinely grateful for Cillianâs care.
Orla raised an eyebrow slightly. âAnd are you two not together then?â she asked, her eyes flicking to the separate room where you'd be sleeping. âI donât want to be invasive, but Cillian mentioned the situationâŠâ
âNo, itâs okay,â you reassured her, appreciating her honesty. âTo be honest, I donât really know,â you added with a small laugh. âWeâre taking it slow... just taking our time.â
Orla nodded, understanding. âThat makes sense,â she said gently.
âIâm just staying here so he can take care of me if anything happens until my sister arrives. I donât want to take up too much of his time,â you explained, feeling the need to be transparent.
Orla gave you a knowing look and smiled. âYou donât have to worry about that. Cillian wouldnât offer if he didnât want to be there for you. Heâs always been a bit of a caretaker, especially for those he cares about.â
Orlaâs smile softened as she leaned back slightly, swirling the wine in her glass. âYou know,â she began thoughtfully, âeven if you two donât end up together, that baby girl of yours... sheâs still part of this family.â Her eyes flickered warmly toward your belly. âAnd weâll love her no matter what.â
You blinked, a wave of emotion rushing through you at her words. It was the first time someone from Cillianâs family had said anything about the baby, and hearing that acceptance brought a sense of relief.Â
âSheâs going to be surrounded by love,â Orla continued, her tone filled with sincerity. âYou, Cillian, and the rest of us. Family isnât always about how things start, but about how you come together in the end. And believe me, weâre here for both of you, no matter what happens between you and my brother.â
Her reassurance eased a knot in your chest that you didnât realize had been building. âThank you,â you said quietly, feeling a surge of gratitude. âIâve been so worried about what people would think... that maybe theyâd see me as some sort of... I donât know.â
Orla waved a hand dismissively. âPeople will always have something to say. But those who matterâthe people in this familyâweâll always have your back. And that little girl... sheâs going to have an army of people loving her.â
Hearing that made you feel more welcome than you had expected. âI really appreciate that,â you said, your voice soft but sincere. âIt means a lot.â
Orla smiled again, this time with a glint of amusement in her eyes. âPlus, youâre stuck with me nowâan honorary sister. Weâll spoil her rotten, you just wait.â
You felt a warmth spread through your chest at her words. All you wanted in the world was for your baby to be happy and grow up in a loving environment.
Just then, you heard Cillianâs footsteps coming down the hall. âWhat were you two talking about?â he asked, his brow raised slightly as he entered the kitchen.
âOh, nothing much, just talking behind your back,â Orla teased, shooting her brother a playful grin. Cillian rolled his eyes, used to her antics.
âThe bedroomâs all ready for you,â he told you softly. You nodded, feeling your eyelids growing heavier as the night wore on. "Thanks, Cill."
Orla stood up, gathering her things. âWell, I better head off. Gotta tuck the kids in.â She smiled, giving you a quick hug. âDonât forget to rest, okay?â
âOf course,â you smiled back, sipping the last of your tea.
Orla turned to Cillian, reminding him once again about the package for Cork. âDonât forget! Youâre as forgetful as ever,â she teased.
âWhatâs that for?â you asked, glancing at the large box sheâd mentioned earlier.
âCutlery and plates for our parentsâ anniversary in October,â she replied. âTheir 50th. Weâre planning it way ahead.â
âYou should bring Y/N,â Orla repeated, looking between you and Cillian. âItâll be the perfect chance for her to meet everyone at once.â
Cillianâs eyes widened, and he shot you a quick, slightly panicked glance. You could feel anxiety bubbling up in your chest, a knot tightening in your stomach. "Oh no, don't worry about me. I wouldnât want to intrude,â you blurted out, your voice a bit shaky. Your palms were suddenly sweaty. What would his family even think? You were already pregnant and hadn't met them. What if they judged you? You weren't even sure where you stood with Cillianâhow would you explain this to them?
Orla quickly picked up on the tension, her smile softening as she placed a reassuring hand on your arm. âHonestly, donât stress about it,â she said warmly, sensing your worry. âThereâs plenty of time to decide, no pressure. Just something to keep in mind.â She gave you a comforting smile before turning to Cillian, pulling him into a hug as she said her goodbyes.
Cillian moved to the sink to wash up as you quietly made your way to bed. While he scrubbed the dishes, your mind raced. *Would he really want you to meet his family?* You still felt insecure, unsure of your place in his life. Despite all his efforts to show he cared, you couldnât shake the feeling that you didnât belong, especially with the baby on the way. He already had a family, a whole life. Sometimes, you felt like an outsider. Or worse, like you were intruding on something that wasnât meant to be yours.
Meanwhile, Cillianâs thoughts were completely different. As he washed up, the idea of you meeting his family filled him with joy. He could picture you with your baby, surrounded by nephews and cousins, fitting right into the warm, lively chaos that he loved so much. Youâd bring a new light into his world, one that had dimmed over the years. Youâd made him feel alive again. But he didnât want to push you. Heâd let the idea sit for now, give you time to decide.Â
Later, lying in bed, you rubbed belly butter over your growing bump, your mind drifting. The realization that your body would never be the same hit you hard. You wouldnât say it out loud, but you were terrified. The stretch marks, the weight gainâit all scared you more than you let on.
Cillian, meanwhile, was fussing over the curtains, trying to make the room feel cozier. The space had been bare when you first arrived, just a bed and a mattress. Heâd worked tirelessly to make sure you were comfortable, and now he was determined to block out the morning sun.
âCill, itâs okay,â you laughed softly, watching him work. âI can do that tomorrow. Youâve got work in the morning.â
He shook his head stubbornly, finishing up with the curtains. âNo, I donât want you waking up with the sun in your face at 7 a.m.,â he replied, focused on getting it right.
You grinned, amused by his overprotectiveness. It was a little over the top, but sweet. You felt lucky that he was going to be the father of your child. Once he finished, he stood back, hands on his hips, looking at you with a smitten expression. Seeing you lying there, belly growing with his child, no makeup, just real and vulnerableâit melted his heart.
âAll done,â he sighed, dusting off his hands.
âThanks,â you said, your voice softer now. âDo you have to leave early for work?â
âYeah, but I should be back by lunchtime,â he replied.
âWell, Iâll let you sleep then,â he said, turning to leave, but something made you stop him.
âCill?â you called softly. He turned back to you, walking closer.
âYeah?â he asked gently.
âThank you,â you said, reaching for his hand, your voice filled with sincerity. âFor letting me stay here, for being so good to me. And Orla, too. I was really scared to meet her, but she was so nice. Iâm really grateful.â
He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. âYou donât have to thank me for any of that,â he murmured. âGoodnight.â
Your heart fluttered at the softness of his touch, and almost as if in response, the baby kicked. She always seemed to know when you were nervous around him. âGoodnight,â you whispered, rolling over and closing your eyes. The sound of Cillian moving around the house was oddly soothing, and before long, you drifted into sleep.
Cillian went to his room and changed into his pajamas, but after tossing and turning for almost an hour, he gave up on trying to sleep. He padded softly into the living room, careful not to wake you. Opening your door just a crack, he peeked in. You were fast asleep, soft snores escaping your lips, and he couldnât help but smile.Â
He closed the door gently, grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, and settled on the couch. Turning the TV on with the volume barely audible, he let the low hum of some sitcom wash over him, hoping it would help him fall asleep.
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