#that hey—i’m not out of this race if i don’t want to be

[rmview]

they find your smut blog, ATEEZ.

featuring — ateez members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — a reaction of what happens when the ateez boys stumble upon your smut blog/thirst account!

contents — crack, no warnings.

hong ⊹ joong

hongjoong was always one to notice the smallest details, whether it was in his music or daily life. so when he walked into your shared workspace and saw your laptop open with your writing on display, his sharp eyes immediately picked up the title of your draft. his curiosity got the better of him as he skimmed the screen.

at first, he thought it was just fanfiction — something he was familiar with given ateez’s popularity. but as he read further, his eyes widened, and the tips of his ears turned red. it wasn’t just any writing; it was a smut piece featuring him.

hongjoong closed the laptop quickly, his heart pounding. part of him wanted to laugh at the absurdity, while another part was flattered — and admittedly a little flustered. he paced the room, trying to figure out how to bring this up without embarrassing both of you.

when you walked back in, oblivious to what he’d just discovered, hongjoong cleared his throat. “uh… i think we need to talk,” he said, his tone a mix of amusement and seriousness.

you froze, noticing the way he avoided eye contact. “what’s going on?”

“i… might’ve seen what you were working on,” he admitted, gesturing toward the laptop. “and let’s just say i didn’t know you were that creative.”

your face turned crimson as the realization hit you. “you — what? you read it?!”

hongjoong chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “not all of it! just enough to know… well, enough.” he stepped closer, his expression softening. “hey, it’s okay. honestly, i’m kind of impressed by how well you captured my personality. and, uh… flattered? i didn’t know you saw me like that.”

despite the teasing glint in his eyes, hongjoong made sure to reassure you. “look, i’m not upset. if anything, i think it’s kind of cool that you express yourself like this. just… maybe give me a heads-up next time?”

over the next few days, he couldn’t resist playfully bringing it up. “so, any new masterpieces in the works?” he’d tease, his grin mischievous. but beneath the jokes, he made it clear that he respected your creativity and wasn’t judging you for it.

seong ⊹ hwa

seonghwa had always been a gentleman, respectful of your privacy and boundaries. but when he noticed your laptop open with your writing displayed, curiosity got the better of him. the words on the screen caught his attention immediately — explicit yet beautifully written.

his face turned beet red as he realized the subject of the story: him. seonghwa’s mind raced with a mix of emotions — shock, embarrassment, and an odd sense of pride. he never imagined you had this side to you, and while it flustered him, he couldn’t deny the intrigue.

when you returned and saw his face, you instantly knew something was wrong, or perhaps too right. “hwa? what’s going on?”

he hesitated, gesturing to your laptop. “i… might’ve seen what you were writing,” he admitted softly, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

your heart sank. “oh no. you didn’t���”

“i did,” he said, his gaze meeting yours. “but before you panic, let me say this: i’m not upset. i just… didn’t expect it, that’s all.”

seonghwa’s reaction was gentle and understanding. he sat you down, his hands clasping yours. “i know this is probably embarrassing for you, but i want you to know i’m not judging you. if anything, i’m flattered that you think of me in that way.”

he paused, his cheeks still flushed. “though i will say, some of those details were… very specific. do you really think i’d say something like that?”

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “i can’t believe this is happening.”

seonghwa laughed softly, pulling you into a comforting hug. “hey, it’s okay. if writing makes you happy, then i support it. just… maybe don’t let me accidentally find it next time?”

from then on, he treated the situation with a mix of humor and affection, occasionally joking, “so, when do i get to read the sequel?”

yun ⊹ ho

yunho was naturally curious and playful, so when he saw your laptop open on the table with a document displayed, he couldn’t help but glance at it. as his eyes scanned the words, he quickly realized it was a smut piece — and not just any smut piece. it was about him.

his initial reaction was shock, followed by a sheepish laugh. “what the heck?” he muttered to himself, his cheeks heating up. yunho had always been confident, but this was a side of you he hadn’t expected.

when you walked in, you immediately noticed his awkward stance and the way he avoided your gaze. “what’s wrong?” you asked, suspicious.

“uh… nothing?” he said, failing to sound convincing. “well, actually, maybe something. i might’ve… seen what you were writing.”

your heart dropped. “yunho, no. please tell me you didn’t read it.”

“i did,” he admitted, holding up his hands in defense. “but only because it was open! i swear i didn’t mean to invade your privacy.”

the room fell silent as you tried to process the situation. yunho, however, broke the tension with his usual humor. “so… is this a thing you do? write spicy stories about me?”

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “i can’t believe this.”

yunho laughed, pulling you into a hug. “hey, don’t be embarrassed. honestly, i think it’s kind of amazing. you’re really talented, you know? though i’ll admit, reading that was definitely… an experience.”

he spent the rest of the evening reassuring you, his playful yet supportive nature shining through. “just promise me one thing,” he teased with a grin. “if you ever publish these, let me proofread first.”

yeo ⊹ sang

yeosang was quiet and observant by nature, so when he noticed your laptop open on the table, he didn’t think much of it at first. but as he moved closer and caught sight of the text on the screen, his usually calm demeanor wavered. he leaned in to confirm what he was seeing — a piece of writing that vividly described him in a very intimate light.

his eyes widened, and a deep blush crept up his cheeks. yeosang’s mind raced, both flattered and flustered. he stood there frozen for a moment, unsure whether to laugh or quietly close the laptop and pretend he hadn’t seen it.

when you walked into the room, you instantly noticed his awkward stance and the redness on his face. “yeosang? what’s wrong?”

he hesitated, looking between you and the laptop. “um… i think i might have accidentally read something i wasn’t supposed to.”

your heart dropped. “wait… you didn’t…”

he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah. i did. and… wow.”

you panicked, trying to explain. “it’s not what it looks like! well, okay, maybe it is, but i—”

yeosang raised a hand to stop you, his blush deepening. “hey, it’s okay. i’m not mad. just… surprised. i didn’t know you wrote stuff like that, especially about me.”

his reaction was gentle, his tone soft and understanding. “i mean, it’s a little embarrassing, but honestly… i’m kind of honored? you’re really talented.”

as you tried to hide your face in embarrassment, yeosang chuckled and stepped closer. “hey, don’t worry. i won’t tease you about it… much,” he said with a small smile. “just… maybe let me read the next one when you’re done?”

san ⊹

san was always known for his emotional intensity, and when he spotted your laptop open, his curiosity got the better of him. he glanced at the screen, only to be greeted with a vivid and passionate piece of writing. the more he read, the more it became clear: it was about him.

san’s eyes widened, and a deep blush spread across his face. his initial reaction was a mix of shock, embarrassment, and amusement. “what the…?” he muttered under his breath, unable to stop himself from reading a few more lines.

when you walked in, san immediately snapped the laptop shut, looking guilty but also amused. “um… we need to talk,” he said, his tone a mix of seriousness and playfulness.

“what’s going on?” you asked, noticing his flushed face.

“well, let’s just say i found something interesting on your laptop,” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “care to explain why you’re writing about me like that?”

your face turned crimson as you realized what he was talking about. “oh my god, you weren’t supposed to see that!”

san laughed, his usual playful nature shining through. “clearly. but, honestly… i’m not mad. just surprised. and maybe a little flattered?”

he stepped closer, his expression softening. “hey, i get it. writing is your thing, and if this is how you express yourself, who am i to judge? just… maybe warn me next time, yeah?”

from then on, san couldn’t resist teasing you, though he made sure you knew he supported your creativity. “so, when’s the next chapter coming out?” he’d ask with a cheeky grin, making you groan in embarrassment.

min ⊹ gi

mingi’s curious and open-minded nature often led him into interesting situations, and this was no exception. when he spotted your laptop open on the couch, he casually glanced at it, not expecting much. but as he read the words on the screen, his jaw dropped.

the realization that you were writing smut about him hit him like a ton of bricks. his cheeks flushed, and he couldn’t help but laugh nervously. “what is this?” he muttered, his deep voice tinged with disbelief and amusement.

when you walked in and saw him standing over your laptop, you froze. “mingi? what are you doing?”

he turned to you, his face still red. “i, uh… saw what you were writing. and… wow. i didn’t know you wrote stuff like that.”

your face burned with embarrassment. “you weren’t supposed to see that!”

mingi raised his hands in defense. “hey, i didn’t mean to invade your privacy! it was just… open, and i got curious.” he paused, a small smile tugging at his lips. “honestly, i don’t know whether to be flattered or embarrassed.”

you groaned, covering your face with your hands. “this is so humiliating.”

mingi chuckled, his tone light and reassuring. “don’t be. i think it’s kind of cool that you’re so creative. though i have to admit, some of those details… wow. you’ve got quite the imagination.”

despite his initial embarrassment, mingi made an effort to make you feel at ease. “hey, it’s no big deal,” he said, his voice warm. “just promise me one thing: if you ever write more, let me know so i don’t stumble on it by accident again.”

woo ⊹ young

wooyoung’s playful and mischievous personality made his reaction to finding your open laptop anything but subtle. when he saw the explicit story you’d been writing about him, his first instinct was to laugh — not out of mockery but pure disbelief.

“oh my god, is this real?” he said to himself, scrolling through the text with wide eyes. his laughter quickly turned into a mix of flattery and curiosity.

when you walked in, wooyoung grinned at you, holding up your laptop. “care to explain this, author-nim?”

your face turned bright red. “wooyoung! you weren’t supposed to see that!”

he laughed, setting the laptop down and walking over to you. “i mean, how could i not? it was just sitting there! and honestly… wow. you’ve got some serious talent.”

you groaned, trying to avoid his teasing gaze. “this is so embarrassing.”

wooyoung tilted his head, his grin softening into a more sincere smile. “hey, don’t be embarrassed. i think it’s kind of awesome that you write. and if i’m your muse, well… i guess i should be honored, right?”

though he couldn’t resist teasing you occasionally —“so, is this how you see me in your head? should i live up to it?” — wooyoung also made sure you knew he was supportive. “seriously, though, don’t stop writing. you’re amazing at it.”

jong ⊹ ho

jongho was always respectful of your space and privacy, but when he walked into the room and saw your laptop open on the coffee table, curiosity got the better of him. he glanced at the screen, his eyebrows raising as he began to read. at first, he thought it was just some creative writing, but as he scanned the words, realization dawned on him.

his usually calm expression shifted into one of shock and flustered surprise. the story was detailed — very detailed — and it was clearly about him. he rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he tried to decide what to do. should he close it? pretend he didn’t see anything? or confront you?

when you walked back in and saw him standing there, your heart sank. his posture gave it away immediately. “jongho? what are you doing?”

he turned to you, his ears tinged red. “i… might’ve seen what you were working on,” he admitted, his voice steady but clearly flustered.

your face burned with embarrassment. “wait… you read it?!”

“i didn’t mean to,” he said quickly, raising his hands defensively. “it was just open, and i… well, i got curious.”

you covered your face with your hands, groaning. “oh my god, this is so embarrassing.”

jongho’s expression softened, and he stepped closer, his voice calm and reassuring. “hey, it’s okay. don’t beat yourself up over it.” he hesitated, his lips twitching into a small, shy smile. “honestly… i’m flattered. i didn’t know you thought about me like that.”

jongho reached out and gently took your hands away from your face. “look, i know this is probably awkward for you, but i think it’s kind of amazing that you’re so creative. if writing is how you express yourself, then i support it.”

his tone turned a bit teasing as he added, “though, maybe next time, password-protect your laptop if you don’t want me accidentally finding stuff like this.”

you let out a nervous laugh, and jongho smiled, his grip on your hands firm and comforting. “don’t stress about it, okay? if anything, i admire you more for being brave enough to write something like that. just… maybe leave me a heads-up next time,” he said, his teasing tone returning as he shot you a playful wink.

though he didn’t bring it up often after that, jongho made sure you knew he wasn’t judging you. occasionally, he’d tease you lightly — “so, any new stories i should know about?” — but his support and admiration for your creativity always shone through.

notes: subtle foreshadowing of smut fic soon...

[moonlightwritingf1]

Caught in the Act | LN4

𐙚⋆.˚ summary ━━━━━━━ Lando catches Y/N touching herself and moaning his name

𐙚⋆.˚ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

𐙚⋆.˚ word count ━━━━━━━ 2.5k

𐙚⋆.˚ warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content

The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside. Y/n lay on her bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, her heart racing as she stared at the ceiling. She had been waiting for Lando for over an hour now, the anticipation building with every passing minute. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand—another text from him apologizing for the traffic. She sighed, running a hand through her hair, and then glanced at the clock. He’s going to be late, she thought, biting her lip.

The idea crept into her mind slowly, like a whisper in the dark. What if? She hesitated, glancing at the door. It was unlocked, but surely he wouldn’t arrive just yet. Her body was aching, the tension coiled tight, and the thought of releasing it was too tempting to ignore. She could be quick. No one would know.

Her fingers trailed down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts. She closed her eyes, letting out a shaky breath as she began to touch herself. The sensation was electric, sending shivers up her spine. Her other hand found its way to her breast, squeezing gently, teasing her nipple until it peaked under her touch. Her mind wandered to Lando, his smile, his laugh, the way he looked at her like she was the only person in the room. She could almost feel his hands on her, his lips against her skin.

“Lando,” she moaned softly, her voice trembling with need. “Oh, Lando…”

Unbeknownst to Y/n, the door creaked open. Lando stood in the doorway, frozen in place as he took in the sight before him. His heart pounded in his chest, his gaze locked on her. She was beautiful, writhing on the bed, lost in her own pleasure. He felt a surge of heat rush through him, his cock hardening at the sound of his name on her lips.

He cleared his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

Y/n’s eyes snapped open, and she froze, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Lando!” she gasped, yanking her hand out of her shorts and sitting up quickly. “I—I didn’t hear you come in!”

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Clearly,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “But I have to say, that was quite the greeting.”

She buried her face in her hands, mortified. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you saw that.”

Lando crossed the room in a few strides, sitting on the edge of the bed. He gently pried her hands away from her face, forcing her to look at him. “Hey,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed. That was… hot. And flattering, honestly.”

She groaned, shaking her head. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m really not,” he replied, his voice sincere. “Do you think I don’t want you? Because I do. All the time.” His gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, lingering on the curve of her breasts. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “And hearing you moan my name like that… fuck, Y/n, it’s driving me crazy.”

Her breath hitched, her body responding to the intensity in his voice. “Lando…”

He kissed her then, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss that left her dizzy. His tongue slid against hers, demanding and possessive, and she melted into him, her hands tangling in his hair. He pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips, “Tell me what you were thinking about. When you were touching yourself.”

Her face flushed, but the look in his eyes made her ache. “You,” she admitted quietly. “I was thinking about you.”

A low growl escaped him, and he kissed her again, deeper this time. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her top. She whimpered, arching into his touch, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Lando pulled away slightly, his breathing ragged. “Let’s make those thoughts a reality,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. Slowly, he tugged her top off, tossing it aside. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her bare chest, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp.

She reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and revealing his toned chest. Her hands explored the planes of his muscles, reveling in the warmth of his skin. He groaned when her fingers brushed over the trail of hair leading down to his jeans.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. “And all mine.”

Her heart swelled at his words, but he didn’t give her time to respond. His mouth found her breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, her fingers tightening in his hair.

“Lando, please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I need you.”

He lifted his head, his eyes blazing with lust. “Not yet,” he teased, his hand sliding down her stomach, slipping beneath her shorts. “First, I want to hear you scream my name again.”

Lando’s fingers brushed against Y/n’s wetness, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. Her hips jerked instinctively, but he held her still with his other hand, his grip firm yet gentle. His eyes stayed locked on hers, that playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“So eager,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “But we’re not rushing this.”

Her breath hitched as his fingertips traced slow, deliberate circles around her clit, never giving her the pressure she craved. She whined, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her. He was torturing her. Every touch was just enough to make her ache, but not enough to bring her over the edge.

“Lando, please…” she begged, her voice trembling. Her legs tightened around him, trying to pull him closer, but he resisted, his body hovering above hers like a predator savoring its prey.

“Please what?” he asked innocently, his fingers still moving in maddeningly slow circles. “You’ll have to be more specific, love.”

She groaned, frustration and desire warring within her. “I need you… I need more…”

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. “More? Are you sure?” His fingers dipped lower, sliding through her slick folds without entering her. The tease was unbearable. She felt herself throbbing, every nerve in her body screaming for release.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”

His smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “Say it.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. She hated how much control he had over her, how easily he could unravel her with just a few words and touches. But she couldn’t deny the way her body responded to him, the way she craved everything he was withholding.

“I want your fingers inside me,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I want you to—”

Before she could finish, he finally gave her what she wanted, sliding two fingers deep inside her. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as pleasure surged through her. But just as quickly, he withdrew, leaving her empty and desperate.

“Lando!” she nearly shouted, her voice a mix of frustration and pleading.

“Patience,” he said, his tone light but laced with dominance. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”

He returned to tormenting her, his fingers working her slowly, deliberately, driving her wild. Each thrust was calculated, each movement designed to build her up before pulling her back. He watched her intently, studying every twitch of her face, every hitch of her breath.

Her hands flew to his wrist, trying to guide him, but he shook his head. “No, no. You don’t get to take control here,” he said, his voice firm but affectionate. “This is my show now.”

She whimpered, her body writhing beneath him. She was so close, hovering on the edge of bliss, but he wouldn’t let her fall. Every time she felt herself nearing that peak, he would slow down, his touch becoming achingly soft until she was left trembling and desperate.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she moaned, her voice breaking.

“Because I love seeing you like this,” he admitted, his own breathing heavy. “Watching you come undone for me… there’s nothing sexier.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she bucked her hips, trying to force his fingers deeper. But he laughed softly, easily holding her still. “So impatient,” he teased. “I thought you were tougher than this.”

She glared at him, though the effect was ruined by the way her body trembled under his touch. “I hate you,” she muttered, though the way she clung to him said otherwise.

“No, you don’t,” he said confidently, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. As their tongues tangled, he finally gave her what she wanted, thrusting his fingers deep inside her while his thumb pressed firmly against her clit.

The combination was too much. Pleasure exploded through her, and she broke the kiss with a cry, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. He didn’t let up, continuing to stroke and press until she was shaking and gasping, her vision blurry.

When he finally slowed, she collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her skin glistening with sweat. Lando watched her with a satisfied smile, his own arousal evident but ignored for now.

“Still hate me?” he asked, his tone smug.

She managed to glare at him again, though there was no real heat behind it. “Maybe… just a little.”

He laughed, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Good. Because we’re not done yet.”

Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with another kiss, this one slow and sweet. When he pulled away, his gaze was dark with promise.

“Now it’s my turn.”

His voice was a low growl, the words vibrating through her as he shifted above her. Lando’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin with possessive intent. She could feel the heat of him, the hard length of his cock pressing against her thigh, twitching with need. Her breath hitched, her body still humming from the aftershocks of her orgasm, but already craving more.

He reached down between them, guiding himself to her entrance. The tip of his cock brushed against her slick folds, and she shivered, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He paused, his eyes locking onto hers, dark and hungry.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

She obeyed, her gaze meeting his as he pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch was exquisite, filling her completely, and she gasped, her nails scraping down his back. His jaw tightened, a low groan escaping his lips as he bottomed out, their bodies pressed together so tightly there was no space left between them.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his forehead dropping to hers. “You feel… perfect.”

She couldn’t speak, her mind consumed by the sensation of him inside her, the way he filled her so completely. Her hips rocked against his, urging him to move, and he chuckled, the sound strained.

“Impatient,” he teased, but he didn’t make her wait. He pulled back almost all the way before thrusting into her again, slow and deep, setting a rhythm that had her moaning his name.

Each stroke was deliberate, each movement designed to drive her wild. She could feel every ridge, every pulse of him inside her, and it was too much and not enough all at once. Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles tense and release with every thrust.

“Lando…” she whimpered, her voice breaking as pleasure coiled tighter in her core.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Let go for me.”

His pace quickened slightly, the angle changing just enough to hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. She cried out, her hips pushing up to meet his, desperate for more. The friction was electric, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through her entire body.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his own breathing ragged now. “Take everything I give you.”

She could feel him trembling above her, his control slipping as he drove into her harder, faster. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound drowned out by their mingled moans. She was so close, hovering on the edge, and she clung to him, her nails leaving marks on his skin.

“Come with me,” he demanded, his voice raw with need.

And she did. Pleasure exploded through her, her body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. He followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside her, his release hot and intense.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, their bodies locked together, hearts pounding in unison. Slowly, he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. She nestled against his chest, her breathing still uneven, her skin damp with sweat.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his hand stroking her hair. “Still hate me?” he asked, his voice teasing but soft.

She smiled against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. “Not even a little.”

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Good, because I’ve got something to confess.”

She tilted her head to look up at him, her curiosity piqued. “What is it?”

His grin turned devilish, his fingers trailing along her spine, sending a shiver through her. “Earlier, when you moaned my name...”

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she tried to pull away, but he held her close, his laugh low and teasing. “Don’t even think about running from this, Y/N. It was hot. But it also made me wonder...” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “How many times have you done that? Moaned my name while you touched yourself?”

Her breath hitched, her face burning with embarrassment. She tried to play it off with a scoff. “Lando, seriously—”

“Oh no, we’re not done.” His fingers tilted her chin so she had to meet his mischievous gaze. “Because if we’re keeping score, I’ve been doing it for ages. Probably longer than you have. So don’t feel too bad about it.”

Her eyes widened, her jaw dropping in disbelief. “You’re joking.”

“Not even a little,” he said with a wink, his voice dripping with playful confidence. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands to myself every time I saw you.”

Her shock melted into laughter, a mix of disbelief and something far more intimate. “I can’t believe you.”

He smirked, his hand sliding down her back, pulling her closer until their lips brushed. “You love every second of it.”

She rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “We’ll see about that.”

His grin softened, his gaze intense now, shifting from teasing to something deeper. “I know I’m right,” he whispered, sealing the moment with a kiss that left no room for doubt.

[susicheng]

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ dm for prices      l.mk

chapter 13 kissy kissy

warning: this chapter contains implied sexual content, including a semi-suggestive build up to the implied sexual content

a knock on the door. a hesitant sound, one that really screamed “mark.” it shouldn’t have made your heart race the way it did. when you opened the door, his breath hitched. you wore that familiar look—equal parts guarded and hurt—but there was still warmth in your eyes, even if it was buried beneath layers of doubt. mark’s heart ached at the sight of you, and he swore to himself that he wouldn’t let this spiral out of control.

“hey,” he said softly as you stepped aside to let him in.

“hi,” you replied, your tone neutral but tinged with weariness.

mark stood in your apartment, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets as he glanced around nervously. the cozy warmth of the space contrasted sharply with the tension in the air. he didn’t know if you’d really hear him out. he couldn’t blame you if you didn’t. he’d already messed things up so badly. but he trusted that you had told the truth when you’d said you were prepared to listen.

for a moment, neither of you spoke, the sound of the city outside filling the space between you. finally, mark broke the silence.

“thanks for letting me come over. i… i know i owe you an explanation.”

you folded your arms, leaning against the wall as you kept your expression steady. “i’m listening.”

mark exhaled sharply, his breath shaky despite the warmth of the room. “jaemin… he’s someone from my past, someone who… well, things ended messy with us. i thought i’d moved on, but when he came back, it threw me off.” he paused, searching your face for any sign that you believed him. “but it’s over. whatever jaemin wanted, it’s not something i can give him. not anymore.”

your gaze softened, but your stance remained firm. “then why did it feel like he still had a hold on you?”

mark winced, your words hitting a nerve. “because he used to. and maybe part of me hadn’t fully let go until now. but being around you… you’ve shown me what it feels like to want something real, something healthy. i’m not going to let jaemin take that away.”

you looked down, your fingers playing with the edge of your sleeve. “it’s hard to believe that when it felt like he could just call you and take your attention.”

mark took a step closer, his voice steady but filled with urgency. “you have my attention. you’ve always had it. jaemin… he’s not anything more than a fragment of my past, okay? and i should’ve been stronger, should’ve handled things better that day. but i don’t want him. i want you.”

your heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his eyes. for the first time, you saw the vulnerability beneath his usual confidence, the raw honesty he was laying bare.

“mark…” you whispered, unsure of what to say.

“please,” he continued, stepping even closer. he hesitated, as if afraid of pushing too far. “tell me what i can do to fix this. i’ll do anything. i can’t lose you over something like this.”

you looked up at him, your resolve wavering as his sincerity pierced through the walls you’d put up. “i just… i need to know that you’re sure. that you’re not still tangled up in the past.”

mark didn’t hesitate. “i’m sure. more sure than i’ve ever been about anything.”

his hand reached out tentatively, brushing against yours. when you didn’t pull away, he took it as a sign and intertwined his fingers with yours. the warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your defenses crumbling.

“you mean so much to me,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “i don’t want to mess this up. tell me you believe me. tell me you…”

before he could finish, you closed the distance between you, your lips pressing against his. mark froze for a fraction of a second before melting into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you as if anchoring himself to the moment. the world around you blurred, the tension forgotten as heat blossomed between you.

the kiss deepened, his hands sliding up to cup your face as he poured every ounce of his emotions into it. you felt the tension in his body, the desperation and relief mingling as he held you closer. when you finally pulled back, your breath mingling in the warm air, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes searching yours for reassurance.

“does that mean…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper.

you nodded, a small smile breaking through. “i’m willing to try. but no more surprises, mark.”

“no more surprises,” he promised, his lips brushing against your forehead.

“we’re not official until you win me over with a real date, though.” you pulled back to level him with a serious look, being met only with his laughter.

“yes ma’am. i’ll plan a date more romantic than anything you could ever dream up.”

the moment lingered, the two of you wrapped in each other’s arms, the quiet hum of your apartment a witness to your reconciliation. the air between you felt electric, charged with unspoken possibilities and the fragile hope of starting anew.

mark’s hands drifted lower, resting on your waist as he gazed at you with a mix of longing and tenderness. “i missed you,” he murmured, his voice husky. his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles against your sides, sending a spark of warmth coursing through you.

“i missed you too,” you admitted, your voice barely audible as your gaze flickered to his lips. he caught the movement, his lips curling into a faint, knowing smile.

“can i?” he whispered, his breath ghosting against your cheek. you didn’t need to ask what he meant. you answered by pulling him closer, your lips meeting his again in a kiss that was slower, more deliberate, yet no less consuming.

his touch grew bolder, his hands sliding up your back and pulling you flush against him. the uncertainty from earlier faded entirely as the heat between you built, your heart racing as his lips trailed from your own to the curve of your jaw, then lower to the sensitive skin of your neck. your breath hitched, and you clung to him, your fingers threading through his hair as he pressed a series of lingering kisses there.

“you…” he began, his voice thick with emotion as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “you mean everything to me.”

the weight of his words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promises and the kind of yearning that felt impossible to ignore. you leaned into him, your forehead brushing his as your lips met once more, the connection between you deepening with each passing second, the world around you forgotten.

mark’s hands slid under the hem of your shirt, his fingertips brushing against your skin with a featherlight touch that sent a chill down your spine. his eyes locked onto yours, silently asking for permission as his breath grew uneven. when you nodded, his lips captured yours again, this time with a hunger that matched the intensity burning between you. his hands roamed your sides, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you, the heat building with every passing moment. the atmosphere thickened, every movement, every touch charged with anticipation, as if the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you in this electrifying, intimate moment.

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[queenshelby]

The Peaky Role (Part 13)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Best Friend's Dad,

Please comment and engage!

"Uhm, hey," you faltered, pressing your finger against the button. "Nina, I... I'm still in PJs," you stammered and your heart raced as you heard her laughter through the intercom.

"So?" Nina shot back, her tone teasing. “You know I don't care and I’m not leaving until you let me in," she added, laughter bubbling beneath her words.

You exchanged a quick glance with Cillian, who raised an eyebrow, concern flickering in his blue eyes as he poked his head out of your bedroom, not yet realising that it was his daughter waiting downstairs.

"It's Nina," you silently murmured to Cillian as you kept your finger on the intercom and Cillian's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and alarm flashing across his face.

"Fuck," he muttered, dropping his gaze to the floor in the living-room where his clothes lay in disarray. "Don't let her in!" he whispered, urgency tinging his voice.

You swallowed hard, throat tightening. You knew that you couldn't just fob her off with excuses and you were almost certain that she would not take 'no' for an answer.

"Just give me a minute!" you thus said through the intercom, heart racing as you turned to Cillian, indicating for him to get dressed. "I will come down and get you. The buzzer is broken and, uhm, ... I will be just a second. I promise," you stammered, lying through the intercom, wondering whether you could hide the truth from your best friend even in spite of her father being at your apartment.

"Okay, I will wait," Nina called back through the intercom, her voice cheerful and unsuspecting as you let go of the switch and grabbed your keys from the counter.

“Cillian, hurry up!” you stage-whispered, glancing back at him as he hastily got dressed, his hands working quickly as his gaze darted between you and the door.

"You can't let her come upstairs Y/N! There is only one way out of the building!" he hissed while zipping up his jeans.

"I know. I have a plan. Just trust me and let me do the talking," you asserted, your voice firm as you pushed the apartment door open. "Just stay here, make yourself a coffee and act cool," you urged, shooting him a quick, reassuring smile.

Cillian's brow furrowed as he leaned against the counter, running a hand through his hair.

"Act cool? Right," he muttered, eyes darting toward the door. "Easier said than done," he grumbled, his fingers tapping restlessly against the countertop.

“You are an actor, so act!" you insisted, urgency creeping into your tone.

Cillian shot you a pointed look, then nodded, resignation settling on his features. “Okay, but if she finds out…” he cut off, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes just before the doorbell echoed again, pulling you toward the threshold.

“I’ll handle it," you told him before walking out of the apartment and shoving your keys into your pocket.

You plastered a confident smile on your face as you wandered down the stairs to pick Nina up at the front of the building, your heart racing as you opened the door.

“What took you so long?" Nina stood there, arms crossed, a teasing grin plastered across her face.

“Uh, just... had to find my slippers," you stammered, forcing a laugh that felt too bright.

“Right,” she smirked, raising an eyebrow before handing you a coffee.

"What's wrong with the intercom?" she then asked, her curiosity piqued.

You shrugged, forcing a casual tone. “Don’t know, probably just acting up," you told her as she followed you upstairs and, just as you reached the front door to your apartment, you stopped.

"Uhm, just so you know, your dad is here too," you blurted out, swallowing hard as you inserted the key into the lock that opens your front door. "I ran into him at Craig's Bar last and we talked for a bit. He didn't really want to go back home, so he slept in dad's room," you lied to your best friend not yet opening the door yet as you were steeling yourself for her reaction.

"Is that why you were funny before?" Nina asked as her eyes narrowed, suspicion flaring.

"Yes, I am sorry," you mumbled before unlocking the door and pushing it open just enough to slip inside. "I didn't want it to be weird," you admitted, stepping aside to let Nina in, her eyes darting around the room.

"It's not weird and it's not your fault my dad just took off again last night!" Nina said loudly as she stepped inside, ensuring that her father could hear her words resonate in the air.

Cillian, indeed, heard what Nina had said and stood tense, brow furrowed and eyes wide.

"Hey sweet pea," Cillian he then greeted her nonetheless with a casual smile, feigning ease as he leaned against the counter but, instead of greeting her father, Nina gave him an angry look.

"You know, you could have at least answered mum's calls last night," she scolded, crossing her arms. "She was worried sick about you not coming home after that fight you had," she continued, eyes narrowing as she glared at him.

Cillian frowned, shifting his weight. “Nina, I—”

“Don’t. Just don’t.” Nina cut him off, frustration seeping into her voice as her father looked away for a moment, his jaw tightening as he thought about how to respond to her. But, before he could say anything, you stepped in, your voice steady.

“Can we not do this now please?" you pleaded, glancing between Nina and Cillian, the tension thickening. "My head really hurts. I had too much to drink last night," you lied again, trying to steer the conversation away from the tension hanging in the air.

Nina huffed, rolling her eyes. “Fine," she conceded, crossing her arms defiantly. "It's not for you to worry about anyway. I am sorry," she then told you while Cillian ran a hand through his hair, frustration flickering in his deep blue eyes.

"I should probably go," he muttered, his voice low as he stepped back, creating distance between himself and his daughter.

Nina sighed, her arms dropping to her sides. “Yes dad! You should go," she snapped, her frustration bubbling over again as she shot him a challenging look.

Cillian swallowed hard but held her gaze. "I will see you later then, okay?" he asked, shifting uncomfortably as if trying not to break beneath her stare. He tried to remain casual and focused, but you could feel the tension crackling in the air.

"Maybe," Nina replied, her voice sharp as she avoided eye contact. "I have stuff to do today," she said, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

Cillian glanced toward the door and turned back towards you, his expression a blend of regret and determination. “Thanks for letting me stay Y/N. I will see you on set tomorrow afternoon," he said while reaching for the rest of his belongings.

You nodded, the weight of the unspoken words hanging heavily in the room. "No worries," you replied, your voice steady, yet heavy with emotion.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Nina crossed her arms, frustration etched across her features. "What the hell was that about Y/N? I mean, why did you let him stay here?" she demanded to know, eyeing you with suspicion, the air pulsing with unresolved tension. "You should have told him to come home! You know how bad things have been between my parents, so why wouldn't you send him back to his family?" Nina asked you as she shook her head, frustration boiling in her voice.

"Because it's not for me to tell your dad what to do or not to do," you said gently as you leaned against the kitchen counter as well. "I am sorry Nina, but it's his choice to work things out at home and I can't interfere in that," you told her while, deep down inside, you knew that you had done exactly that by sleeping with him.

You had wronged your friend by getting involved with her father behind her back and guilt gnawed at you as Nina's eyes filled with tears.

“I know Y/N  and I am sorry. I am just frustrated. It’s like everything is falling apart,” she choked out, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “I didn't mean to get angry at you," she apologized, her voice trembling.

"It's fine," you replied, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder while more and more guilt gnawed at your insides almost instantly.

“No it's not. You are my best friend and I shouldn't have gotten mad at you for helping my dad," she murmured, her voice shaking as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

You pulled her into an embrace, feeling the weight of emotions swell between you.

"No, honestly, it's fine," you reassured her, pulling away to meet Nina's teary eyes. "I understand, okay?" you told her, putting on act, while deep down inside, you felt terrible for what you allowed to let happen last night.

You felt as though you had taken advantage of the situation, a fragile moment, caught in the tangled web of emotions. Having slept with your best friend's father was the worst thing you had ever done, yet a flicker of warmth crept into your chest, battling against the guilt.

If it was so wrong, then why did it feel so right?

Nina's breath hitched as she stepped back, wiping her eyes.

"You think they’ll really stay together?” she asked, vulnerability threading through her voice.

You shrugged, uncertainty tightening your chest. “I don't know, but I hope they can work it out,” you replied, forcing confidence, even though this too was lie. You did not want Cillian to stay in loveless marriage and you knew that Nina would be better of if they were indeed separating so that there would be some structure again in their lives, even if that new structure itself seems daunting.

***

After some more serious talk about Nina's current situation at home however, Nina and you also shared some laughter, the heaviness momentarily lifting as you took a stroll to the shops.

Going shopping for clothes was one of Nina's favourite things to do, a genuine distraction from her home life and, even though you really could not afford many new clothes at the moment, you felt the thrill of shopping lift your spirits.

As you went from shop to shop and Nina tried on various outfits, you quickly took a second to text Cillian, your heart racing as you typed.

“Hey, hope you’re okay after this morning. L et's talk soon," you typed before you hit send and glanced at Nina, who emerged from the fitting room in a flowing dress that swirled around her legs.

“How do I look?” She twirled, eyes bright.

“Stunning," you exclaimed, a genuine smile spreading across your face as you admired the way the fabric danced with her movements.

Nina beamed, spinning again, “Really? You think so?”

“Absolutely. It suits you,” you replied, your heart lifting with her contagious enthusiasm. Nina spun around again, the dress twirling like a whirlwind.

“Okay, sold. I’ll take it!”  Nina said before she dashed back into the fitting room, her excitement radiating through the air as you leaned against the wall outside, heart still racing from the morning’s chaos.

Nina reemerged, a triumphant grin stretching across her face, clutching the dress like a trophy before, suddenly, she received a call from her mother.

“Hello?” Nina answered, her voice shifting to a tense whisper and you stepped aside, sensing the worry in her eyes.

"Where are you Nina?" she asked, her voice sharp as it crackled through the phone.

"I'm out with Y/N, shopping," Nina replied quickly, glancing at you, her brow furrowing with worry. You had been shopping for hours by now and it was obvious to you that Danielle sounded distressed, which made Nina’s expression darken.

"Can you be home by five?" Nina's mother cut in sharply, her tone more demanding than usual and Nina frowned, glancing at you before shaking her head.

"Why? I’m out with Y/N and we were going to grab dinner together," she countered, a hint of defiance in her voice.

"Because we need to talk. We are having a family meeting tonight and I need you to be home for that, ” her mother’s voice crackled from the phone, urgency slicing through the bustling shop as you heard only bits of the conversation between them.

You then saw that Nina's eyes widened, fear creeping into her expression.

“What for mum? What happened?” she asked as her breath caught, her gaze darting around the store as the weight of her mother's words sank in.

“We just need to sit down and talk about things before your father goes back to Liverpool tomorrow. It’s important," Nina's mother voice echoed through the receiver, a palpable tension rising between her and Nina.

"Okay mum. I will be home by five," she murmured, her shoulders slumping as she ended the call and looked at you with concern.

"What happened?" you queried, and Nina inhaled sharply, her voice trembling.

“Mum wants to have a family meeting tonight,” she replied, eyes wide with dread. “It’s about dad I think, and she sounds... serious.”

You frowned, the weight of her words settling in your chest like a stone.

"Do you think this is about their fight last night?" you asked and Nina bit her lip, her hands clenched into fists.

“Possibly and, after last night, I don't know what to expect to be honest. The last time we all had a talk was when these cheating allegations came out in the papers, about dad sleeping with another actress, and it turned into a disaster," Nina explained and panic raised within you as you began to worry about whether the family meeting would spiral into another explosive headline, this time involving you.

Surely, Cillian wouldn't have said anything to Danielle about him cheating on her with you. That would have been absurd. But then again, you did not think rationally right now, and your mind was set to panic mode after his abrupt departure this morning.

You have not had a chance to talk with him about what happened between you both the night before and worry about last night and how irrationally he might act after this morning’s confrontation with Nina twisted your stomach.

In the end though, you pushed those worries aside for now and supported your friend by driving her home so that she would, indeed, get there in time and, as you pulled up in front of Cillian's and Danielle's house you hesitated to step out and onto the driveway, fingers gripping the steering wheel.

"This is it," you simply murmured to Nina with your heart racing as you spotted Cillian from afar. He looked up from his phone, his brows knitting together as he noticed your car.

With a tight smile, you met his gaze and, just as Nina stepped out of your car, he approached.

“Hey,” he greeted, his eyes scanning the distance between you and Nina, an unreadable expression flickering across his face as Nina barged past him and into the house without saying a word.

"Everything alright?" you asked, studying his expression for clues.

Cillian frowned, his brow creasing.

“Not really. We've got some family stuff to hash out,” he replied, glancing towards the door where Nina had disappeared. A tension simmered in the air, thick and unyielding. "And, Y/N… the two of us need to talk as well… about last night," he murmured, stammering, his gaze fixed on the ground.

You shifted your weight, heart pounding. "Right. Yes. Of course," you nodded, searching his eyes for signs of worry or regret.

“Can we talk later tonight?” Cillian's voice lowered, a hint of urgency in his tone. “Because I really want to clear things up between us before we start filming again.”

“Of course,” you replied, feeling the weight of unspoken words between you both as he glanced toward the wide open front door of his house where you noticed two large suitcases blocking the hall from afar.

"Can I come by after eight or nine?" Cillian's asked, his features taut as he looked at you again.

“Yeah, that works,” you replied, holding his gaze, feeling the weight of unspoken tension between you.

He nodded, relief softening his expression.

“Alright, I’ll see you then.” Cillian turned toward the house, hesitating as if torn between his duty to his family and his desire for you, then disappeared inside.

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[mrsburreaux]

Next time, Joe burrow x reader

Uhm so this is my first fic ever so I hope you guys like this and potentially would like more??🤞🏼😛 cause writing this was fun, like really fun. -Katrina

Warnings: none I don’t think, maybe y/n being fed up

The front door shut a little harder than usual, the sound echoing through the quiet house. You looked up from the couch where you’d been curled up under a blanket, waiting for Joe to get home. The Bengals had just lost to the Ravens, and you could feel the tension the moment he stepped inside.

“Hey,” you said cautiously, standing up and taking a step toward him. “Rough night?”

He let out a sharp breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Something like that.”

You frowned, already sensing the storm brewing under his words. “I’m sorry, Joe. I know how much this game meant to you.”

“Yeah? Do you?” he snapped, his eyes flashing as he finally looked at you.

You blinked at the sharpness in his tone but tried to keep your voice calm. “I mean, I watched the game. It was tough. But it’s not all on you—”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, his voice rising. “Don’t try to tell me it’s not all on me. I’m the quarterback, Y/N. Everything runs through me. And when I can’t deliver, the whole team suffers. So yeah, it is my fault!”

You froze, the weight of his words hitting you like a punch. “Joe, I’m not blaming you. I’m just trying to talk to you.”

“Well, maybe I don’t want to talk right now!” he shot back, his voice louder this time.

You flinched, your chest tightening. “Seriously? That’s how you’re going to act? I’m the one who’s been sitting here worrying about you, waiting for you to come home so I could make you feel better. And this is how you talk to me?”

Joe turned away, pacing the room, his hands on his hips. “You don’t get it,” he muttered.

Your heart sank. “I don’t get it?” you repeated, your voice shaking now. “I don’t get what it’s like to feel like you’re not good enough? To feel like everything’s your fault? Joe, I’ve been there too, okay? Maybe not in front of thousands of people, but I know what it’s like to feel like you’re letting everyone down.”

He stopped pacing, but he didn’t turn around.

“And you know what?” you continued, your voice breaking. “I’ve never taken it out on you. I’ve never made you feel small just because I was upset.”

Silence filled the room, thick and heavy. Joe didn’t say anything. He just stood there, his back to you, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Finally, you shook your head and turned toward the bedroom. “I’m done trying to help you when you won’t let me in,” you said quietly before closing the door behind you.

———————————————————————————————————————

Minutes passed. Maybe more. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, your heart still racing. You hated fighting with him, but you hated the way he’d spoken to you even more.

The door creaked open, and you looked up to see Joe standing there, his shoulders slumped. He looked different now—less angry, more… broken.

“Y/N,” he said softly, stepping inside.

You didn’t answer. You just waited.

He ran a hand down his face and let out a shaky breath. “I messed up.”

You crossed your arms, still waiting.

“I shouldn’t have talked to you like that,” he said, his voice thick. “I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you. You didn’t deserve that.”

“No, I didn’t,” you said, your voice steady even though your eyes burned.

Joe stepped closer, his eyes pleading. “I know. And I’m so sorry. I just… I felt like I let everyone down tonight. The team. The fans. Myself. And then I came home, and you were trying to be there for me, and I—” He swallowed hard. “I pushed you away instead.”

You looked at him for a long moment, letting his words sink in. “You really hurt me, Joe.”

“I know,” he said quickly, reaching for your hands. “I hate that I did that. I swear it won’t happen again. I’ll do better. I need you, Y/N. Especially after nights like this.”

You let him take your hands, and when he squeezed them tightly, you felt the sincerity in his touch.

“Okay,” you said softly. “But don’t shut me out next time. Deal?”

“Deal,” he promised, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.

And as he pulled you into his arms, you felt the last of the tension melt away. You both knew there would be more hard games ahead—but this time, you’d face them together.

[loverafey]

new year's eve  !   bf!rafe x reader.

          ꕀ warnings - none, pure fluff! classic kiss during fireworks wc - 1k.

the noise from the news channel playing on the television was dull around you while you were distracted with making a list for everything you wanted to try out with rafe in this new year. he had insisted on it anyway, despite your many protests about not wanting to spend his money so carelessly.

“it’s never careless when it’s for you, babe.”

he could be so cheesy sometimes, which much to your dismay, you liked a lot. you supposed it was flattering, hence you decided to indulge, your legs draped over his lap while you both were seated on the couch, your eyes fixated on the notepad held in your hand. “and i was thinking… a trip to the northern areas! i really want to visit the mountains, especially during winter.” you rambled on while he patiently listened, grinning like a fool, his hands kneading your calves gently, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

“i bet you’d look real cute all cozied up in fluffy jackets.” his grin didn’t waver, fingers trailing up until he was giving your knees a light squeeze.

“stop.” you couldn’t help but giggle, shaking your head as you looked over at him, unable to conceal the way blood rushed onto your face. him and his remarks were impossible, always somehow making you flustered. it was annoyingly endearing, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“you don’t want me to.” he shrugged, looking over from your shoulder while resting against you, glancing at the notepad. “nice list.” he hummed lazily, not really caring about what was scribbled there, not when he had better things to focus on in the present. like teasing you, his hands purposefully sliding up in an attempt to massage your thighs.

“hey!” you squealed at the ticklish feeling, lightly swatting his forearm with your hand.

“ouch!” he scoffed, feigning offense.

“don’t be a baby.” the pout on your lips made it too hard for rafe to not act on his impulse, leaning over to steal a quick kiss from you before he pulled his head back, glancing over at the clock. 11:55 PM.

“you really didn’t want to go out and see the fireworks with everyone else?” he asked, curious. this was the first new year's eve he was spending with you, and having planned out a whole memorable night with you at the party, he was initially surprised to hear that you didn’t want to go.

“they are too loud. and we can see them very nicely from your window too.” you mumbled silently, putting your notepad aside before facing him, a sheepish smile blooming on your lips. “plus… i’d rather be with you and not with anyone else.” the attempt to make yourself sound as nonchalant as possible vent in vain, unable to conceal your giddiness, especially when the ways his eyes softened up was just so noticeable. fuck.

“you fucking…” he grumbled, eyes averting. normally he’d reply with something flirty, perhaps too flirty — but right now he was just a mess, cheeks visibly flushing red. you liked the possibility of having such an effect on him.

“hey, wanna race up to the balcony. the view’s nice from there.” he added, not waiting for your answer as he shot up on his legs, already making his way to the stairs.

“that’s not fair!” you gasped in surprise, rushing after him as you both made your way to the stairs, his laughter echoing through the otherwise empty house. “rafe!” you called out after him, breathless when you caught him already at the balcony, leaning against the railing.

“you’re slow.” he held his hand out, gesturing you to take it as he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. it was dark outside, the balcony’s light shining on you both. you huffed, looking up at him, letting him slightly sway you around.

“i’m glad that i’m spending this night with you, baby.” he whispered after a while, words more genuine, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers caressing the side of your face after that, moving down to cup your jaw. you couldn’t help but smile, leaning into his touch.

“me too.”

your words were interrupted with a loud noise, something shooting up into the sky before it exploded into colours. you gasped in awe, clutching onto your boyfriend tight, eyes glimmering as you both watched the fireworks colour the dark sky up, loud noises booming everywhere. though they didn’t seem to be much of a bother, not with the way he was holding you, soothing your nerves.

while you were enamoured by the fireworks, rafe’s eyes stayed fixed on you instead, drinking in the awe etched onto your face. he could practically hear his heart skipping a beat, all warmed up albeit the chilly air.

“happy new year.” he spoke softly, his eyes trying to catch yours until you finally looked back at him.

“happy new year, rafe.” the colours from the fireworks roaring in the sky illuminated on you both, your eyes catching the way they made the sides of his nose eyelighted, his jaw and those damn eyes, boring into you so dreamily. he closed the distance between you both, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you tenderly. you responded with wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss him back, letting yourself relax in his embrace. it was better like this, away from everyone else on kildare, just you both in this otherwise lonesome house of his.

“would you like to watch your favourite show after this?” his voice was slightly roughed once he pulled back from the kiss, pressing a chaste peck on your forehead, watching as you nodded.

“fine but… let’s stay here for a bit more.” you said, reluctant to let go of him, resting your head against his shoulder as you looked back up at the sky again, forgetting about the rest of the world.

rafe had a feeling that this year would be better than the last, now that he had you with him.

[mikuluvu]

A/n: Ehehe, Since yall like my previous work! Thank you <3. I brought you guys some Daisuke fluff :))) Enjoyyy.

Daisuke x fem!reader

Warning: None, just fluff

You sat across from Anya, your usual bragging endless rambling about Daisuke. She leaned on her hand, watching you with an amused expression as you poked at your food packet, barely eating.

“I’m just saying,” you sighed dreamily, “he’s so… thoughtful, you know? Did you see how he fixed the terminal in the utility (Idk what im saying) yesterday? He didn’t even complain about getting grease on his shirt. I would’ve been whining the whole time.”

Anya smirked. “And by ‘thoughtful,’ you mean you were staring at him for twenty minutes straight, hoping he’d notice you?”

You shot her a glare but couldn’t help the blush creeping up your neck. “I wasn’t hoping for anything! I just… admire his work, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh,” she drawled, clearly unconvinced. “You’ve got it bad. Why don’t you just tell him already? I’m tired of hearing about how cute his stupid hair looks when he forgets to comb it.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I can’t just confess to him! What if he thinks I’m weird? Or worse, what if he laughs?”

Anya rolled her eyes. “Daisuke? Laugh at someone? He’s too nice for that. Honestly, he’s so oblivious he probably doesn’t even know you like him. You’d have to hit him over the head with your feelings to get through.”

You mulled over her words the rest of the day, sneaking glances at Daisuke whenever he passed by. He was soft-spoken and a little... awkward, but something about him made your heart race—his quiet kindness, maybe, or the way his lips quirked up when he smiled. He's so energetic you love it sm.

Later that evening, as you sat alone in the couch, you saw him walk in. He paused when he spotted you, looking a little surprised, but he offered you a small smile.

“Hey,” he said softly, sitting a few seats away. “You’re up late.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool even though your palms were sweating. “Couldn’t sleep. What about you?”

“Same,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s… hard to relax here sometimes.”

For a moment, you stared out at the endless stars on the screen, the silence between you surprisingly comfortable.

Before you could lose your nerve, you blurted, “Daisuke, can I ask you something?”

He turned to you, his dark eyes warm and attentive. “Of course.”

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding like crazy. “I… I like you. Like, a lot. And I’ve been trying to tell myself to just stay quiet about it, but Anya said I should be honest, and… yeah. I think you’re amazing, and I just wanted you to know.”

The words tumbled out in a rush, leaving you breathless and terrified. Daisuke blinked, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, to your surprise, his cheeks turned pink, and he let out a soft laugh.

“Y-You… like me?” he asked, almost incredulous.

You nodded, feeling like you might melt into the floor. “Yeah. I do.”

A small smile spread across his face, shy but genuine. “That’s… wow. I didn’t expect that. I mean, I’ve always thought you were really kind and funny, but I never thought you’d…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck again.

“Feel the same way?” you offered, a little hopeful.

He nodded. “Yeah. I… I like you too.”

Relief and excitement flooded through you, and you couldn’t help the grin that broke across your face. “You do?”

He laughed again, soft and sweet. “Yeah. I do. I just didn’t know how to say it.”

“Well,” you teased, feeling a newfound confidence, “I guess it’s a good thing I beat you to it.”

A/n: UEHEJEIWIWHE WHY IS DAISUKE SO CUTE AND LITERALLY ENERGETIC <3 I LUV HIM SM! BTW, THX FOR READING! SUPPORT ME THROUGH KO-FI

[kissyforkoo]

Between Friendship and Something More - ni-ki

pairing: ni-ki x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none i think

Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor of Riki’s room, laughing as he told another one of his ridiculous stories. His laughter was contagious, his dimples showing every time he grinned, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile even when her heart was racing in ways she didn’t want to admit. They had been best friends for years, and while she cherished their bond, she’d recently started noticing him in ways that felt… different.

But she kept those feelings locked away. After all, what if it ruined everything?

“Hey,” Riki said, snapping her out of her thoughts, “are you listening?”

Y/N blinked, realizing she had been staring at him. “What? Oh, yeah. Totally.”

He squinted at her suspiciously but didn’t press further. “Anyway, I was saying Yuri invited me to go to the mall with her tomorrow. I think she wants help picking out a gift for her friend’s birthday.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted at the mention of Yuri. She was gorgeous, smart, and confident—basically everything Y/N wasn’t. She and Riki had been hanging out a lot lately, and Y/N hated the way it made her feel. Jealousy wasn’t an emotion she was used to, but with Riki, it hit her hard.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Y/N said, trying to sound casual, but her voice wavered slightly.

Riki didn’t seem to notice. “Yeah, she’s fun. You’d like her if you got to know her.”

Y/N forced a smile. “I’m sure I would.”

The next evening, Y/N showed up at their favorite café after Riki texted her. She found him sitting at their usual table, sipping on his iced coffee and scrolling through his phone. He looked up when she approached, his face lighting up in that way that always made her heart flutter.

“Hey,” he greeted, motioning for her to sit. “How was your day?”

Y/N shrugged, sitting down and fiddling with her straw. “It was fine.”

He tilted his head, noticing the distant tone in her voice. “Are you sure? You seem kind of… off.”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, but the tightness in her voice betrayed her.

Riki leaned forward, studying her intently. “Y/N, what’s going on? Did I do something?”

Her stomach flipped at the concern in his voice. She shook her head, avoiding his gaze. “No, it’s nothing. Forget it.”

But Riki wasn’t the type to drop things so easily. “Come on, don’t shut me out. You’ve been acting weird ever since I mentioned Yuri. Is this about her?”

Y/N froze, her fingers tightening around her cup. “What about her?”

Riki hesitated for a moment, as if carefully choosing his words. “I mean… do you not like her? Or are you upset I’ve been spending time with her?”

“I don’t care who you spend time with,” Y/N said quickly, her voice sharper than she intended.

“Really?” Riki raised an eyebrow, his tone skeptical. “Because it kind of seems like you do.”

She let out a frustrated sigh, the jealousy she’d been trying to suppress bubbling to the surface. “Fine. Maybe I do care, okay? Maybe I don’t like seeing you with her because it feels like… like I’m being replaced or something.”

Riki stared at her, stunned for a moment. Then, slowly, a small smile tugged at his lips. “Y/N… you’re not being replaced. No one could ever replace you.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away, muttering, “You say that now, but—”

He reached across the table, gently taking her hand and cutting her off. “I mean it. I’ve been spending time with Yuri because she’s nice, sure, but there’s only one person I want to be with. And she’s sitting right in front of me.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, her heart racing. “Riki…”

He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’ve liked you for a long time, Y/N. But I didn’t want to ruin what we have, so I kept it to myself. I didn’t know you felt the same until now.”

Her lips parted in surprise, her emotions swirling in a mix of relief and disbelief. “You… like me?”

He chuckled softly. “Yeah. I do. A lot.”

For a moment, Y/N was speechless. Then a slow smile spread across her face as she whispered, “I like you too.”

Riki grinned “Well, that makes this a lot easier, then.”

[heyits481]

“Why do you do that?”

The tone is slightly annoyed, but nothing too concerning. Oscar takes a breath and turns, tries to settle his face in an expression that doesn’t come off as too defensive. “Do what?”

Lando doesn’t look as closed off as Oscar was imagining he’d be, if anything the slight blush to his cheeks makes him look bashful, like Oscar had just snapped at him and not the other way around.

“You know fill in stuff for me. Or, like, give me the pronouncing.” Lando rubs at one of his eyes.

“Pronunciation.” Oscar corrects automatically before he can stop himself, regretting it immediately when Lando’s blush deepens and his gaze drops to the floor. “Yeah. That.” It’s mumbled out so quietly Oscar can hardly hear. When Lando gets like this it’s hard for Oscar to not pull Lando into his arms and kiss him until he’s grinning again, but George exiting through the press conference room doors and brushing past them in the hallway reminds Oscar that it isn’t really the time or place.

He taps Lando’s race boot with his own. “I just want to help you I guess. I don’t really notice I do it sometimes.” He rubs at his neck. “Do you want me to stop?”

Silence for a moment and then the tap of Lando’s foot against his own. “Nah. I guess I just don’t want you to think I’m dumb or something.” And that’s, Oscar racks his brain for how he can tell Lando that’s not it at all.

“That’s not it at all.” There’s a slight lift of the shoulder from Lando but his eyes remain glued to the floor. “Lando. I think you’re incredibly smart. Come on, you have to know that.” Lando’s eyes meet his then, big and beautiful and sad. “I’m not though.” He sniffs, then huffs out a breath like he’s annoyed with himself. “Don’t lie. You know you’re smarter than me, I didn’t even finish school. I don’t know anything.”

Oscar takes a risk, glancing around before he brushes his fingers over the back of Lando’s hand. “That’s not-” He stops himself then, because he doesn’t want to lie and he genuinely does think he’s smarter than Lando when it comes to school knowledge. “There’s different ways to be smart.” He finishes instead.

A short laugh from Lando, almost more of intake of breath than anything. Oscar thinks maybe Lando really is mad at him now, but his nerves calm slightly when Lando pushes the back of his hand into Oscar’s palm, smushing Oscar’s pinky between his index and middle fingers. “That’s what smart people say when they think you’re dumb but don’t want you to feel bad.” His tone is more dejected than anything.

Oscar groans. “Piss off Lando. You know what I mean. You’re knowledgeable about the car, how to make it better, you’re loads better at hands on stuff and your businesses than I am at things like that- we’ll be standing here for hours if I list off everything you’re smart about.” Lando rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling and Oscar knows he’s pleased. “I mean it, I’ll stop helping if you want me to.”

Lando shakes his head quickly. “No, I like when you do, when you’re paying attention or like- I just didn’t want you to think that I’m-” “I don’t.” Oscar interrupts. Doesn’t know if he can handle hearing Lando say the words “I’m dumb” one more time.

The sound of voices coming from the conference room grows, signaling that the hallway will soon be overrun with reporters. Oscar drops his hand away from Lando’s. “But hey.” Oscar leans in to whisper, “If you're in the mood for a lesson, why don’t we head back to my drivers room and I can teach you a thing or two.”

Lando’s eyes widen at his words before crinkling when he breaks out the cheeky smile Oscar loves so much. “Nah Osc, if that’s the topic I’m pretty sure you’re the one who’ll be learning.”

And yeah, Oscar likes helping Lando with his words, but if Lando wants to be the teacher now and then he’s certainly not going to complain.

[ikkyfics]

This is my first time requesting so I'm a little nervous!

Could you maybe write for Dave with a partner that has insomnia and really struggles with sleeping?

For example he would sometimes wake up at like 4 am and just see her on her phone wide awake?

Thank you if you decide to write this! Also please don't push yourself and take care! :)

Until You Sleep

Dave Lizewski x f!reader

Summary: When he entered, the steaming cup in his hand, you looked up at him, surprised. “Dave, you didn’t have to...” “I did, actually,” he interrupted with a soft smile. “Here. There’s nothing better than lavender tea to help you relax. Trust me, I researched everything about this.”

Warnings: none! just

A/N: dear, i really hope you like this <333 it was a really cute request to write, please also take care

Masterlist

Dave had noticed you. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been paying attention before, but in the past few weeks, something felt different. You had been quieter, your eyes a little glazed, as if they were constantly tired. There were faint, but persistent dark circles that he had noticed while you bent over your college books or during the rare mornings when he woke up before you. It was as if insomnia had stolen some of the sparkle he loved so much about you, and that worried him more than he could express.

That night, Dave woke up suddenly. He wasn’t even sure what had woken him, but he instinctively turned to your side of the bed. You were there, still lying down, but something was wrong. Your silhouette, lit only by the faint blue light from your phone, was still, except for the soft movement of your fingers on the screen.

He blinked a few times, his messy dark curls falling over his forehead as he propped himself up on an elbow to get a better look. The first thing he noticed was the loose shirt you were wearing – one of his, navy blue, with the sleeves rolled up at your wrists. It was a sight that usually made his heart race with happiness, but now it only made him more aware of the fact that something was wrong.

“Hey,” he called, his voice still rough from sleep, but full of a sweetness he reserved only for you. “You couldn’t sleep, huh?”

You froze for a moment, as if you didn’t want him to know, but then sighed and lowered your phone. “I didn’t want to wake you...” your voice came out low, almost apologetic.

Dave leaned in closer, now lying on his side to face you. His blue eyes, even in the dark, had an intensity that made it seem like he could see much more than just your tired face. He reached out a hand to you, his warm fingers brushing against the cool skin of your arm. The touch was gentle, a silent request for you to look at him.

“You’ve seemed so tired lately. I’m worried,” the sincerity in his voice was enough to make you finally meet his gaze.

He slid his fingers down your arm until he was holding your hand, squeezing it lightly. “I know you’re trying to handle this on your own, but... let me help. I don’t like seeing you like this.”

There was something in his tone – a mix of determination and affection – that was so typically Dave. He wasn’t just awake; he was present. Completely focused on you, as if nothing else in the world mattered at that moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this?” he asked, his other hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You hesitated for a moment, averting your gaze to the phone still in your hand. Dave’s fingers, warm and firm, traced a gentle pattern on your arm, as if he were trying to convey calm through touch. His question echoed in your mind, simple yet full of meaning. He wasn’t just curious; he wanted to understand, wanted to know how he could help.

“I... didn’t want to bother you,” you murmured, finally responding. Your voice sounded fragile, almost a whisper. “You have so much going on with college, with assignments... It didn’t seem fair.”

Dave shook his head almost immediately, his messy curls moving with him. “That’s not how it works, you know? We’re in this together. If you’re not okay, then I’m not okay. That’s what being together means.”

He squeezed your hand a little tighter, leaning in closer. His eyes were soft, but there was determination in them, a quiet strength that made you want to believe every word he said. “You’ll never be alone in this, okay? No matter what.”

A brief, shy smile appeared at the corner of your lips, but you still seemed hesitant. Dave noticed. He always noticed. Without letting go of your hand, he leaned in closer and placed a soft, lingering kiss on your cheek, just below your eye. It was such a simple gesture, but full of affection that made your chest warm.

“Wait for me here,” he said, his voice low, almost a secret shared between you two. “I’ll be right back.”

Before you could ask what he was doing, he got up. Dave was just in sweatpants, the muscles in his back moving smoothly as he walked to the kitchen. You followed his movement, his messy curls and broad shoulders a reminder of how he had changed since high school. He was stronger now, but still the same Dave – kind, caring, always willing to put you first.

In the kitchen, he moved with careful quietness, trying not to make noise. He opened the small cabinet where you kept the teas and scanned the packages. He had bought those flavors specifically for you, after a long night researching about insomnia. The promises of relaxation and calm were printed on the packages in soft fonts, almost as if they were the solution to everything.

“Chamomile... or maybe lavender?” he murmured to himself, holding both packets for a moment before choosing the lavender one.

While the water heated up, Dave rested his hands on the counter and glanced down the hallway, where he could see the faint light from the lamp illuminating the bedroom. He wanted to do more. He wanted to find a way to lift the weight that seemed to have settled on you, even if it was an invisible weight.

When the kettle whistled, he quickly made the tea, adding a small spoon of honey – just the right amount of sweetness. He made sure it was the right temperature before heading back to the bedroom.

You were still lying there, the phone now resting beside you. When he entered, the steaming cup in his hand, you looked up at him, surprised.

“Dave, you didn’t have to...”

“I did, actually,” he interrupted with a soft smile. He sat down beside you on the bed, holding the cup carefully to avoid spilling it. “Here. There’s nothing better than lavender tea to help you relax. Trust me, I researched everything about this.”

You took the cup, your fingers brushing his for a moment. The warmth of the porcelain matched his expression – so warm, so full of affection.

“You really researched it?”

“Of course I did.” He seemed genuinely proud of himself, the smile on his face growing wider. “And you wouldn’t believe how many forums I read about what works to help someone sleep. Seriously, some people even suggest smelling soaps.”

You chuckled softly, the first time in days, and Dave looked at you as if he had just won the biggest prize in the world.

“That’s so silly,” you said, but you were still smiling.

“It might be, but if it works, I’ll do it.” He leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with that intensity so typical of him. “Anything to see you feel better.”

The silence settled back in, but this time it was different. There was no discomfort, only his presence, solid and comforting, like a safe harbor for the storms brewing in your mind.

Dave watched as you held the cup with both hands, blowing gently on the tea before taking a sip. He didn’t take his eyes off you for a second, as if every small movement you made deserved his full attention. It was that kind of thing that made him special – the way he was completely present, even in the simplest moments.

“Is it good?” he asked, his blue eyes fixed on yours.

You nodded, a small smile forming at the corner of your lips. “It’s perfect. Lavender with honey... you really pay attention to everything.”

“Of course I do,” he responded immediately, with a smile that made your heart warm. “I’m your boyfriend. It’s like... my mission to know what makes you feel good.”

The way he said it was so genuine, so full of affection, that you couldn’t help but smile even wider. He seemed satisfied to see it, as if that small gesture was confirmation that he was on the right path.

While you finished making the tea, Dave adjusted himself beside you on the bed, leaning back against the headboard with the pillow folded behind him. He was closer now, and you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, strong and secure.

“You know,” he started, his voice low, as if sharing a secret, “some people say that ambient sounds help with sleep. Like... rain noises, ocean waves... things like that.”

You tilted your head, curious, as you placed the empty cup on the nightstand. “Did you find that in your late-night research?”

“I did,” he admitted, laughing at himself. “I read a bunch of reports. There are even apps for that, you know? I thought about downloading one, but then I started wondering... what would I do if you said you preferred the sound of a waterfall or something impossible to replicate?”

You laughed softly, and he smiled along with you, as if the sound of your laughter was the answer to all his questions. He extended an arm, gently pulling you closer until your head rested on his chest.

“Well,” you began, your voice slightly muffled, the words vibrating against the firm skin of his chest, “I think I don’t need rain or waterfall sounds.”

“Oh, you don’t?” he asked, lowering his gaze to you.

You shook your head, a near-childlike gesture, as you slipped one arm around his waist, snuggling in closer. “I think I prefer listening to your heartbeat. It’s the most relaxing sound I know.”

Dave was silent for a moment, clearly surprised by your response. Then, his smile widened, lighting up his face in a way that made your chest tighten. He tilted his head slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head, while his hand began gently caressing your back.

“You’re unbearably cute, you know that?” he said, his voice almost a whisper.

“You like it,” you replied, with a mischievous smile he didn’t need to see to know it was there.

“I love it,” he corrected, without hesitation. “And I love you. Far more than I can explain.”

Your face was pressed against his chest, and you could hear the steady, constant sound of Dave’s heartbeat. It was a rhythm that brought an almost immediate sense of security, as if the outside world could wait while the two of you remained like this, together.

“It’s beating fast,” you murmured, your voice soft and sleepy, as if it was more of a stray thought than something that needed to be said.

Dave laughed softly, a sound that reverberated through his body and reached you. “It’s your fault, you know?”

“My fault?” You lifted your face just enough to look at him, your brow slightly arched in confusion.

“Of course,” he replied, his blue eyes shining with amusement and something deeper, something more intimate. “You’re here, all cute, wearing my shirt... saying things that make my heart almost jump out of my chest. How do you expect it to stay calm?”

A shy smile appeared on your face, and you looked away, pressing your cheek back against his chest. Before fully resting, you left a delicate kiss there, right where you could feel the accelerated beats. It was such a small gesture, but it carried so much affection that Dave sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer, as if wanting to protect you from anything that might disturb you.

“You’re so silly,” he said, but there was a clear smile in his voice. “But, my God, I love this so much.”

You didn’t answer immediately, letting the comfortable silence fill the space between you. It was the kind of silence that didn’t need to be broken because it was full of meaning. The sound of your breaths blended together, and the warmth of his body beside you seemed to dissipate any trace of tension that might still have lingered.

After a few minutes, Dave spoke again, his voice low and soft, as if afraid to break the moment. “I’ll stay awake until you fall asleep.”

“You don’t need to do that,” you replied, your voice slightly muffled against his chest.

“Of course I do,” he said, as if it were obvious. “You’re the most important person in my life. If you can’t sleep, I can’t just ignore that.”

There was a pause, and he took the time to run his fingers through your hair, the movements slow and meticulous. It was a touch you knew he did on purpose because he knew how much it helped relax you.

“Dave...” you began, but your voice faltered slightly.

“Hmm?” He continued with his fingers in your hair, but tilted his head slightly to look at you.

“You make everything feel... easier,” you admitted, your eyes beginning to close as the fatigue finally started to take over. “Even when it feels impossible to sleep... with you, I feel like I can. I love you.”

Dave didn’t answer immediately but left a soft kiss on the top of your head, his warm breath against your hair. “It’s because you don’t have to do anything alone,” he whispered, as if it were a promise. “I’ll always be here, okay? Always.”

The sound of his heartbeat remained steady, and the arms around you were firm and comforting. For the first time in weeks, you felt your eyelids growing heavy for real, and before you could even realize it, sleep finally began to pull you under.

And Dave, as promised, stayed awake, watching you with a soft smile on his lips, as if taking care of you was the only thing in the world that truly mattered.

[spoonfulofmilo]

Mick x driver!male!reader but childhood friends to rivals to lovers trope pls?

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mick schumacher x male!driver!reader - childhood friends to rivals to lovers

2004

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“Micky, Micky!”

Michael watched as the 2 kids smiled at the camera, both struggling to hoist their trophies up for the trophy. He saw the trophy tilt and tried to cry out, however it was too late.

Y/N could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as his head hurt. He’d heard his friend Max’s dad say that men don’t cry, and unless he was dying, there was no reason to cry. But he was 5 and the impact that the metal trophy had made with his head had really hurt.

But before the tears could fall out, Mick had already placed both his and Y/N’s trophies on the ground and was giving his best friend the biggest hug, and trying to stop him crying.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay You’re okay. This only hurt because it scared you. It doesn’t hurt as badly as the karting crash from last month, you’re okay, aren’t you.”

Y/N wiped his tears and nodded, trying to smile as he gasped to get his tears under control. Mick gave him the biggest hug ever as he stopped crying and picked up his trophy again.

Michael watched as the photos began again and the 2 kids smiled. Those 2 were going to do great things some day, he knew it.

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2009

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Michael didn’t think that Y/N would be happy when he got out of the kart. Mick and him had been fighting the entire race, miles ahead of anyone else and it had looked like Y/N would win it.

Until Mick went for a daring dive down the inside of Y/N’s kart, resulting in a spin for Y/N. He’d gotten back, gotten up to close to Mick again, but that spin had been costly, as Mick crossed the line and Y/N crossed it in second.

Michael didn’t even try to look for Y/N’s parents. They either would’ve gone home, expecting Michael to bring him home, or they’d be waiting in the pits for an opportunity to berate their son.

If they had done the former, Michael reckoned he would simply decide to let Y/N stay over for a sleepover tonight. He needed it.

As Michael wandered down to the pits where the drivers were finishing and parking up, he tried to blend in. It was easier than it used to be, back when he was racing he’d spend a while after every race taking photos with a couple of kids, talking to them, trying to convince them not to give up on their dreams even when it’s impossible. But now, ducking through, he was almost invisible.

And as he approached the two 10 year old boys, all he saw was jubilation. The 2 kids were happy, celebrating each other.

‘Papa! Papa! Did you see that, I won!’

“He did very well, even though I’m not exactly happy about that dive down the inside.”

Nothing about Y/N’s face indicated that he was unhappy, except for the darted around eyes that signalled he was looking for his parents.

They weren’t here. Clearly. Michael pulled Y/N into a hug. “C’mon, let’s get you 2 on the podium, and then we can head home. You wanna stay at home tonight?”

Michael didn’t even realise he had referred to his own home as Y/N’s home, as he saw his face light up.

“Home sounds good,” smiled Y/N, as he darted off to follow Mick to the podium.

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2019

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“Mick. I get that we were friends, back in karting, but life happens. Stuff happens. We’re both gunning for the championship and the f1 seat.”

“That doesn’t mean that anything has to change between the 2 of us, Y/N. We never let that stuff get between us usually. We were fighting for seats our entire childhood, and it never got between us then.”

“Yeah, well, this is the big leagues, Schumacher, sink or swim. I would wish you good luck out there, but I think I need it more.”

Y/N smiled at Mick, but it wasn’t a nice smile. It was a planned smile, like he knew what he was doing the whole time. Then he turned and left the driver room, heading towards the garage.

Mick tried to stop his eyes welling up with tears. First of all, Y/N was his friend. He didn’t know where this competitive spirit had come from. Well, Y/N had always been competitive, but not an asshole. And right now, he was being an asshole.

And Y/N knew of all people how much he hated his last name. How he hated when people referred to him as Schumacher, how he wanted to be seen as his own person, not his father’s son. And yet Y/N had called him Schumacher.

“Fucking asshole” was all Mick thought to himself as he prepared for the race.

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2020

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Y/N looked like he was going to throw something. Or murder someone. Or crash his car into a barrier. He looked positively fuming as Prema surrounded Mick, congratulating him on his driver championship and celebrating the team’s championship.

But Y/N, the person who’d been with him since karting, since they’d both been born. That was who he wanted to see and talk to. He bounded towards where the other prema driver was getting weighed.

“Y/N! Y/N, we got the championship!”

Y/N didn’t respond, just simply nodded, before listening to whatever the official was saying and wandering away from Mick.

As if he didn’t exist.

“Y/N” he called again, seeing him take out his headphones, maybe he hadn’t heard Mick’s calls. He could hear his family and team calling out, ready to celebrate. But he wanted to celebrate with Y/N.

Mick called out again “Y/N.”

“The fuck you want Schumacher?”

“I… wanted to celebrate the win with you. We won the teams championships. We should be celebrate.”

“Yeah, congrats. Congrats on your seat for next year as well.”

“I- oh, c’mon Y/N, you’ll get a seat. I bet Christian Horner’s just seeing how long you can hold out before he gives you the Alpha Tauri seat.”

“Yeah, well. Currently you have a contract and I don’t, so excuse me if I’m a little salty.”

“Y/L/N.”

Mick saw the way his jaw tightened, as he heard his father’s voice.

“I have to go, now Mick. Enjoy your win, and congratulations.”

Mick watched him walk off, towards his father. He saw the way he curled in on himself, as his father slung his arm around his shoulders.

Days later, when Y/N’s seat at Alpha Tauri was confirmed, Mick messaged him congratulations.

Y/N didn’t message back.

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2022

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“When did you start hating me Y/N?”

Mick was pissed. Y/N had nearly taken him out early in the race. He hadn’t spoken to him in years, since the end of 2020, over a year ago. He missed his childhood friend, and the fans had too.

Finding childhood photos of the 2 of them, often with Michael, had brought up more painful memories than he would like to admit.

Y/N was hyper aware of the cameras following them through the paddock, and so continued walking until he could pull Mick into a quiet corner where the cameras couldn’t reach them.

Inevitably, Y/N thought as he pulled Mick into the side of a motorhome, this will end up on the next season of drive to survive, but god do I care, no.

“I never hated you Mick. I tried to make myself hate you, but I couldn’t. You could hate me, and I would still love you.” 

Y/N tried to retract the ‘l’ word as soon as it came out of his mouth, covering his mouth and praying that Mick didn’t hear him correctly. Yeah they’d said ‘i love you’ to each other as kids, but that was when they were young, and kids and they didn’t understand the word, or the world that they lived in, or themselves fully. It was just another silly childhood promise.

Besides, while Y/N understood himself as queer, there were never any queer drivers, and he was probably about 95% sure that Mick was straight. He’d been spotted with girls through the junior formulas and he’d even been introduced to a couple of the girls. They were all lovely, but they never seemed to last a long time.

Mick's eyes widened as he heard the love word come out of Y/N’s mouth. Honestly, he was confused as to how he never saw the signs of Y/N’s queerness. The fact that there was 1 girl in karting, when he was 14, and then she never showed up again. The way his eyes had always lingered just long enough that it was unusual, but not long enough to cause any real suspicion. The way he’d gone on a few dates here and there, but always been super hush hush about the whole thing, not mentioning it until after it had happened. The way those dates had always had they/them pronouns, or they hadn’t been named.

“Y/N…you love me?” Fuck, Y/N had really fucked this up.

“No,” Mick’s heart dropped “No, I, fuck fine. It’s not like I’m ruining any friendship. Yes. Yes. I love you. And I have since, well not the day I met you. Maybe when we first got into single seaters… fuck i don’t know, but yeah i love you.” Y/N took Mick’s silence badly and just decided to walk out towards his driver’s room.

Mick didn’t follow him.

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2025

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Y/N couldn’t even be pissed as he crossed the line second behind Mick. The Ferrari just seemed happy, even from 5 seconds behind.

“AND MICK SCHUMACHER CROSSES THE LINE FIRST TO WIN THE GERMAN GRAND PRIX AND CLAIM HIS FIRST EVER WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP, and there’s his father on the screen looking every part like the proud dad that I’d imagine he is right now.”

“That’s right Crofty, it may not be the 7 world championships that Schumacher Sr achieved, but still this championship must mean so much to him.”

Mick pulled in to the pitlane, behind the number 1 stand, and he just sat in the scarlet Ferrari crying.

He had done it.

He had won a world championship.

Y/N pulled up beside him in the dark blue red bull, smile evident even after losing the championship.

He watched as he pulled off his helmet, watching as Mick embraced his family, his mum, his dad, his sister, his niece. He stood to the side high fiving his team, and thanking them for a great year. Next year would be their year.

And he didn’t exactly try and stop Mick as the German ran towards him, helmet off, and pulled him into a kiss.

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au WIP I have buzzing in my head where their breakup goes a little differently, Tommy never actually proposed to Abby but they were together for a long while. Buck spirals, self-sabotages. Sadness ensues.

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Buck stared out the passenger seat window of Tommy’s truck as the blur of cars and street lights whizzed by. He hasn't spoken a word since they left Miceli’s and Buck had turned his body out and away from Tommy. Tommy was focused on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other by Buck’s side, slack and inviting, hoping Buck would join his hand there, but he didn't. Tommy turned the radio down, and Buck could feel his eyes on him at every red light, but he couldn't turn to face him. His thoughts were racing and he felt almost like crying. For months, Tommy was his, solely his. Now, from one night to the next, he shared him, and with Abby of all people. Buck was nauseous, and it wasn’t from the overindulgence of beer and dessert. Tonight was supposed to be special, romantic, it was supposed to be about them, so why? 

Fuck. Why?  

“Evan, you okay?”

Buck was pulled from his reverie then, he finally turned to face Tommy, if only slightly. “Yeah, I’m fine, why?”

Tommy shrugged casually. “You’ve been quiet since dinner and, I don’t know, I feel like you’re upset.”

“I said I’m fine!” He huffed out, too harshly.

Tommy wasn't having that. “O-kay, now I definitely feel like you’re mad at me and I don’t know what I did to upset you.”

“Can we not do this? I don’t want to fight right now.”

Tommy's eyes shot wide incredulously. “Who said anything about fighting? I thought we had a nice dinner. I had a great night with you, but I can’t read your mind. If I did something wrong, you have to tell me Evan.”

“Just drive, we’ll talk about it later.” 

Tommy took a shallow breath and steeled his gaze on the road, but Buck glanced at both his hands on the steering wheel now, grip firm and white knuckled. Tommy was irritated now, great.

Buck knew he was being difficult, stone walling Tommy. He knew it wasn’t fair, but how could he bring up what actually upset him at dinner. He racked his brain trying to figure out how to make sense of his own thoughts, let alone tell Tommy about it. Hey so you know back at our anniversary dinner when you dropped the atomic bomb of being with a woman named Abby for years, three whole fucking years. Oh and remember when you said you thought about proposing to her, but you pulled the plug when you realized you couldn't commit, you ‘just couldn't do it’ and you left and broke her heart? Oh yeah, and remember when you said that thing about how she went nuts after you left her and she took up with a himbo half her age? Well what do you know? It was me! I’m the himbo! What a coincidence right!? 

How the fuck was he supposed to just casually bring this up? So when Tommy finally parked the truck on his street, he didn’t bring it up. Instead the truth caught on his throat like a proverbial frog. 

“So are you going to tell me what’s bothering you now?”

Buck’s words spilled out like word vomit, and he couldn’t contain the half truths that raced out. “Back at the restaurant, when that girl came up to ask me to take those pictures, you said it was fine for me to look? I just, why would you be okay with that, you wouldn't get upset if I check out other people?”

Tommy’s face twisted in confusion. “What? Evan it was nothing for me to be upset over, she was flirty but harmless and I don’t expect you to magically stop looking at women just ‘cause you’re with me, i’m not naive.  Like I said, it’s fine, harmless.”

“Oh harmless, like you checking out the waiter?” Buck regretted it as soon as it came out, but he couldn't take it back now. It’s not like the waiter wasn't hot, he had been. Buck might have even checked him out himself, just a little, but that wasn’t the point. This argument wasn't even the point, not by a longshot. 

Tommy’s eye roll was practically audible. “Evan, seriously? I literally saw you check out his ass when he walked by, it’s fine. It doesn’t have to mean anything, people are hot, you look, it’s normal. I was there with you, my drop dead gorgeous boyfriend, I was there with you. There’s no need for jealousy.”

“Yeah well, I got jealous, so sue me. Maybe I'm not as evolved as you.” Evan pouted, and Tommy couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Okay Evan, real mature.”

“Oh so now you’re patronizing me? Great, just what I fucking need right now.”

“I don’t know why you’re trying to bait me into an argument Evan, but I'm not going to fight with you tonight, I wanted to have a nice night with you.”

“Yeah? Well it’s too late for that.” Buck said as he flung himself down from the truck and slammed the door shut in a way he knew would piss Tommy off.

“Evan, stop, wait-”

Buck walked faster, trying to make it to the gate of his building. Trying to shake his racing thoughts, trying not to face Tommy with those fucking earnest eyes.

“Evan, please, baby slow down, why are you being like this? Just talk to me.”

Buck whirled around, enough to jar Tommy in his path, and he felt Tommy's hands grip his waist but he couldn't look up to face him, never to face him. “Tommy just… just drop it. I don’t wanna talk, I just want some space. I need… I need a break.”

Buck could feel Tommy’s tense, his hands dropping from Buck’s waist and back to his own sides, hands balling into fists before diving into his jean pockets. Buck could have sworn he heard Tommy’s breath hitch. “A break… a break from this conversation or… or, a break from us?”

What am I doing? What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing? Talk to him. Talk to him, just talk to him. Buck’s guilt ate at him, gnawing at his chest like locusts ravaging a field.

“Evan say something, please.”

 “I don’t know, I don’t know just give me some time I’ll call you in the morning.” 

“Evan…”

“I’ll call you in the morning, I promise.”

Buck left Tommy standing in front of his building, shocked and confused, much like he had been left after their disastrous first date. When Buck got upstairs, he stood, catatonic in the kitchen for what felt like hours. Tonight was supposed to be special, romantic. By now, he’d otherwise be curled up in Tommy’s arms, warm in his bed with Tommy’s body firm against his own. Instead, he was throwing up into the toilet as the cyclone of thoughts whirled in his head. Thoughts of Tommy in Abby’s bed, of them in each other’s arms, for years. For years before Buck was even in the picture. Did Tommy break her? Is that what made Abby noncommittal? Is that why she’d left him, ghosted him, leaving him pining after a woman who’d run off like their relationship hadn't mattered? Like he’d never even existed? Was Tommy the catalyst?

I hear she went a little nuts after I left, took up with some himbo half her age.

Fuck.

The thoughts were whirling again. It’s me, i’m the himbo. You hurt her, and then she hurt me.

When Buck slipped into the bed that night, his sheets smelled faintly like Tommy. Tommy who’s slept over the night before. Tommy who’d held him through the night, legs tangled and arms pulled tight against each other's bodies. Buck hugged his sheets against himself as he fought the urge to open the unread text messages from Tommy.

Tomorrow, he’d figure out what to say, how to say it. Tomorrow he’d apologize, he’d explain. Tonight, he let sleep take him so he wouldn't cry anymore.

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Chapter 0- Prologue "Queen of the night". | AO3 link here

Synopsis: a beginning in medias res

TW: angst, swearing, suggestive language.

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Y/N pov

11.32pm

Less than 30 minutes remain in my shift. The bar is unusually quiet tonight—definitely more so than a typical Wednesday. Just a handful of patrons linger at tables tucked away in the corners of the dance floor. The small stage is empty; with no live music on weeknights, I’m left to rely on the soft background tunes spilling from the speakers to stave off the boredom. I trust this random playlist on repeat to keep me company until I can finally escape this place.

As one song fades, the hauntingly familiar notes of a piano melody begin to play… 

I've bandaged your bruises, you've held back my hair

Who'd've known when this started that we'd end up here, here?

Choso. Why do I never see it coming? The emotion, the pain, him… and now this song, hitting me out of nowhere like a slap in the face. These lyrics strike me harder than a thousand knives, reopening wounds I’m still trying to stitch. My grip tightens around the lipstick-stained glass in my hand as memories I wish I could erase come flooding back. Will I ever forget? Do I even want to?

Choso and I never needed many words to understand each other. Being there for one another during our lowest moments was more than enough: cold, pale skin… rough, calloused hands. Him. Bruised knuckles, wounded pride, clenched teeth. I remember sitting across from him in my bathroom, carefully wrapping his sore knuckles in white bandages after he pushed himself too hard yet again. “I need to get stronger… this time I- fuck.” Choso winced in pain as my fingers brushed against his injured skin. “Sorry, my hand slipped….” Our eyes met, his battered soul looking deep into mine.

A subtle tremor coursed through him and into me, a silent electricity igniting our senses. I resumed my ministrations, both our hands trembling now: I still can't  tell it was out of fear or if it was simply the dawning intimacy we were creating.

Choso’s the only one who saw me at my lowest… that night he rescued me from the bar.  Delusion and self-pity drowning alongside the alcohol in my veins. Intrusive thoughts clouded my mind as I leaned against his tall, solid frame for support. How do I always let my guard down? What if my ex is right? What if I’m worthless? What if… Choso’s cold hands gently wrapped around my ankles, grounding me in reality. He brought me home safely tha night, helping me remove my heels, and kneeling beside me on the cold bathroom floor. I don’t remember every detail of those first moments of intimacy, but I will never forget how he quietly cared for me, holding back my hair as I threw up, cradling me like a child as I cried uncontrollably.

Who’d known when we started that we’d end up in so deep?

But you reach out and touch me, say my name like a prayer

All my friends say you're dangerous, but I don't fucking care

Time passed by and we couldn't see how close we had grown… until the moment my name slipped from his lips like a prayer, barely audible over the torrential rain outside my window.

All my friends warned me against getting involved with him, especially after that incident… but never, not even for tiny second, I’ve feared his superhuman strength "It’s too dangerous to be so close to him; you’ll end up being hurt one day,” they said… but I never listened; I never cared about their opinions. They never understood what we had, how could they?

'Cause there's something about it that brings me to life

Yeah, I know all the consequences, I don't mind

This holy redemption tears us in two

But I can't turn my back to you

Being with Choso makes me feel alive in ways I never thought possible. I crave the thrill only he can provide, the way my heart raced as we danced in the rain, the butterflies in my stomach whenever he touched me… I still cherish the astonishment in discovering his half-cursed nature, the excitement of the unknown unfolding day after day in front of my eyes… I never thought twice around him. I felt fearless by his side; his comforting presence was enough to make me feel stronger and freer than I ever had.

We had our issues, it’s true… I tried to heal the scars still etched on his soul with everything I had. But the road to redemption isn’t easy, and insecurity chipped away at us day by day. Yet, even after the hurtful words he spoke, I still hold onto hope that he will return to me, safe and sound, and that we’ll start anew… because no matter how many times he tells me to walk away, to change my path and leave it all behind….I just can’t turn my back to him.

When the night goes quiet and we're up in your room

And you're kissing my fingers, and I kiss your tattoo

I could play in bed with you and talk shit forever-ever

If this is all a dream, wake me up never, never, never

Swear to God, cross my heart, no one does it better, better

I long to feel that sensation again—the intimacy of lying naked beside him in the stillness of the night, the soft sound of rain enveloping us. I crave to become the object of the adoring look in those amber eyes once again,right as he brings my hand to his lips to kiss each one of my fingertips with sacred deliberateness. My fingers still itch to trace the marks adorning his delicate features of his face once more.

I miss those lazy days spent together in bed, talking for hours about nothing, wrapped up between the sheets and his strong arms. Choso would frown and hold my waist as I tried to get up to go the bathroom, keeping me from leaving the bed with a frown. Those lazy moments of playfulness between us were the best...No one will ever compare to him.

Boy I love ya, always gonna

The glass I’m holding slips from my fingers, shattering on the ground and snapping me out of my reverie. I stand frozen in the middle of the bar, too numb to move.

“YN, are you okay? Did you cut yourself?” My colleague rushes over, kneeling to clean up the mess I’ve made. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me.

“I’m sorry… I… I just need a moment.” I hurry to the bathroom. Leaning against the sink, I stare at my reflection… 'Boy, I love ya, always gonna'… No, this can’t be the end. We will find our way back to each other, even if it takes months, even years… 'just come home to me safe and sound, Cho… I promise we’ll find a way to fix this and finally be together again.'

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read your tags on your latest post (adorable drawing btw) and congrats on graduating!!!!! hope your break year was relaxing!!

Awww, thank you, dear Anon (I’m really pleased with how it came out, so the compliment is much appreciated by me <3 <3)!

This past year has definitely been… an interesting one to say the least, haha, but the amount of white hairs I started my break with has significantly decreased since; I’m definitely not missing any of the deadlines and studying and all that other jazz that comes with uni life, haha 😮‍💨

My break year was definitely much needed, though, I do think I’ll ultimately be prolonging it—at least a little bit. Been ruminating very much on it, and the conclusion I’ve come to is that I currently feel more and more of an inclination to pursue something creative primarily rather than taking on the structure and pain that comes with academics for a more stable career—for the moment, at least. I ultimately want to try and get a first draft of a manuscript finished first at least and see how I feel about it. 

I can still go back to school if I decide this path’s not ultimately right, though I’m not sure if, when/if I do, it will still be veterinary/medicine-focused. We shall see, we shall see…

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"you what?"

ᥫ᭡Theodore Nott x F!Readerᥫ᭡

summary: accidentally drinking a lust potion, you asked your best friend Theo for help.

warning: smut, cursing, unprotected sex, size kink maybe? cream pie.

word count: 2.4k

18+only; minors don’t interact

“You what?” Theo’s eyes widened, you wanted him to do what? He wasn’t sure if this was a dream or not but if it was he didn’t want to wake up

Earlier that day , you had accidentally drank a lust potion. 

How, you might ask?

Well the boys (Enzo/ Mattheo) thought it would be funny to prank Draco by giving him a lust potion as payback for pranking them earlier that week

At lunch the 2 boys were there first, taking their usual spots they slip the potion to a bottle of Draco's favorite drink and placing it on the spot were Draco usually sits

One by one the group gets to the table ,leaving you and Draco left. 

Soon both of you walk in, but you seem to be in a rush

“Sorry guys I can’t stay and chat, I have to get back to studying, i’m just here to get some food to eat while studying” grabbing random things and the only drink you see left, you quickly stuff it in your purse

“Wait y/n!” Enzo saying frantically, giving Matt a worried look

You look up at Enzo as you start to zip up your bag. “Yeah?” 

“We were actually saving that for Draco, um- were having practice later and that’s his favorite”

“Omg I’m so sorry! Here-“ as your opening you bag Draco comes behind you , going to sit down 

“I actually got my own drink, y/n can have it” Dracos says while pulling out his drink from his bag,

Enzo’s and Mattheos’s eye widen.

“I- um, but we got it for you” Matt says with a bit of a shaky voice 

“Its fine, I don’t need it” as he waves his drink showing the 2 boys

“But-“ 

“Omg thank you Draco, I really have to go now guys see you later” you say as you're walking away before the boys have a chance to take away the drink.

Both Enzo and Matt try to call you back but you’re already gone, both freaking out inside. praying you don't find out what they did.

While studying in your dorm you couldn’t focus for more than 10 seconds. Thinking you might just be tired from all the studying you took a break. Getting up from your desk you head towards your bed. Laying in your bed you start to space out

At first it was all innocent thoughts, school, weekend plans but then they started to shift The only thing you could think of was pleasure. Thinking of a certain boy made your cunt throb, making your body hot

Your hand slowly creeps down to your shorts. Slowly playing with yourself imagining it was Theo’s fingers rubbing circles on your clit.

“Oh god Theo” you moaned 

but no matter how good it felt you couldn’t reach your climax. You were so needy and nothing was working. The rising heat from your body only made things more uncomfortable.

“God what is wrong with me, and why is it so hot” getting up from your bed you walk towards your desk, trying to find your drink, in hopes of it cooling you down . You picked up the bottle and before you can finish the drink you saw something written on the bottom of the bottle

“Payback- Enzo and Mattheo”

Your eyes widened with confusion. 

What?

Then you remembered how the drink was meant for Draco. 

everything started to make sense

This is why you were like this

You couldn’t even be mad at them, Your mind was clouded with the urge to get any satisfaction you could. all you wanted was any sort of pleasure but nothing was good enough. it started to get painful and a sudden thought popped in your head. Theo

he’d help right? He was really the only one you can go to. 

Your heart was racing at just the thought of Theo agreeing to help you out, being best friends all these years you had developed a crush on him, of course you never acted on it because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship 

Pacing back and forth your room, you finally decide to ask him for help. Nervously picking up your phone, you open Theo’s contact.

“Theo?”

“Hey Bella, what’s up?”

The nickname itself making you get butterflies.

 “Um- I need a favor, can you come over?”

“Of course, i'll be over in a few”

“Okay see you” hanging up the phone, your thoughts begin to consume you

What if he says no?

What if he laughs at your face and runs off

What if…

What if he says yes… 

Before you can continue, there was a knock on your door. That must be him. Slowly walking to your door, palms sweaty, you turn your door knob

“Hey, what did you need help with?” Theo goes in to give you a hug

Hugging him back, your nose is infused with his cologne  

God why does he always smell so good

He lets go and looks at you closely, he moves a strain of hair behind your ear to have a better look at you. His eyebrows frown, noticing your face is flustered and incredibly warm.

“Are you okay? Your face is warm” resting his hand on your cheek

“Yeah, um actually funny story-“ Quickly leading him to sit on the edge of your bed, holding his hands as you begin to explain

“Please just hear me out. I know it's odd ,but I have no one to go to,- just please-“ falling to your knees, begging.

“Hey hey, breathe. You know I'm here if you need anything. Now tell me, what’s up?” Theo's eyes looking at you with worry.

“Please I- I need you to fuck me” you blur out

That was the last thing Theo thought would come out of your mouth. 

You wanted him to what???

He was speechless, absolutely at a loss of words. jaw wide open

“Please, I'm sorry for asking you for this, I know it’s a lot and we’re best friends. But please I can’t take it anymore. I accidentally drank something that wasn’t meant to me and it had this effect on me. I’ve tried everything but nothing is working. I need your help please” your face heating up from embarrassment . I mean you only ever had the biggest crush on your best friend for years, but what you didn’t know was that so did Theo.

Theo had dreamt of the day he got to be with you.

How’d he spend hours pleasuring himself of the thought of you under him, on top of him and how good you’d take him in your mouth. God, was he hard the second you asked him to help you out.

How could he say no? 

Without another thought he picked you up from the floor. Sitting down back on your bed while you straddled his lap.

Looking into your eyes, moving a piece of your hair behind your ear, resting his hand on your cheek, he leaded in.  

Your soft lips on his, both whimpering into the intense kiss. Licking your bottom lip asking for access. You gladly gave it to him. 

Slowly rocking your hips on his clothed boner, trying to find any friction to satisfy you.

Slowly laying you down your bed, taking off your clothes until you were left in nothing but your matching black lace set. 

“Don’t worry Bella, i’ll take good care of you” Theo whispers as he starts to leave a trail of kisses down your body

“Theo please~” you pleaded, needing to feel something, anything.

“poor thing, you’ve must of been so uncomfortable for such a long time, don’t worry i’m here now”

He stopped to look at your lying body, face all flustered, messy hair. 

“God you’re so beautiful” he wasn’t lying, he’d always thought you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Always jealous of your ex boyfriends because they got to be with you. But now it was his turn and he was going to give you the best you’d ever gotten, he was going to ruin every other guy you’ve been with. 

Slowly pulling your panties off, dick throbbing at the sight of your wet glistening pussy. Trying to ignore his throbbing cock and focus on you, he gives you a sweet smile. 

“You're soaking wet, so ready for me” leaving little kisses around your pussy, teasing. finally burying his face between your legs, painfully slow licks as he takes it in, savoring every moment. 

As soon as you felt his tongue, you became a whimpering mess.  

“Theo~ oh my god yes” moving your hand to his hair, giving it a little tug. 

Theo couldn’t hold it in anymore, he started to devour you. eating you out as if he’d never get this opportunity ever again

“You taste so fucken good” he groaned against your dripping core. The vibrations sending you waves of pleasure 

“More please, Theo! oh my god~” it felt so good, his tongue making you feel things you’ve never felt before with anyone else

“So polite, even when your so needy” Theo smirked as he sees how much of a mess you were for him

He starts so pump one of his fingering into you while eating you out. Soon enough you felt the feeling you were craving for

“M-so close, fuck Theo i’m so close”

He stops what he’s doing, getting up grasping on his zipper and undoing the button. Tugging his jeans and boxers off. 

“Theo? Why’d you stop? I was so close” you looked at him with teary eyes. you were so close, god why did he stop

“Sorry princess, I wanna be in you, want you cum on my cock” godddd was he hot

His cock strung out his pants hitting his stomach , you were lost for words. In no world was Theodore Nott small, he was big- huge even. you’ve never taken anything close to his size.

Theo noticed your starring

“Like what you see?” A smile tugged the corner of his lips

“Don’t worry you can take it, I know you can”

You nodded at his works 

He lined himself up to your pussy, tracing himself up and down, teasing you.

“You have no idea how long i've been wanting to do this for” 

“Fuck ,Theo please, please fuck me” you whined 

“Anything for you, love”

he slowly pushed himself into you. You both let out a loud moan. 

“fuck, your so tight” Theo was out of breath.

You felt so good around him that he never wanted this moment to end.

“fuck Theo your big” you said panting 

“You think you can take more?”

More???

“There’s more??” Looking at Theo with a disbelief face

He chuckled “i’m only have way”

“Don’t worry you can handle it, can’t you baby?”

“Mhm- yes yes, I can take it”

Pushing the reset of himself into you. bottoming you out. heavily breathing, getting comfortable with the feeling of him stretching you out. 

“good girl ,You’re doing so well for me, are you ready?”

“Yes! fuck-please move, please” you begged

Brining your legs above his shoulders and laying them there. Gripping your ankles to keep you steady as he started to thrust into you. Both a moaning mess

“Fuck fuck fuckkk, Theo-” your eyes roll back, arching your back.

“You feel so good Bella, oh god-“ panting 

“Your squeezing me tight- fuck”

One of his hands moving to your waist. fucking you harder now, unable to stop. His cock was so fucking good, hitting your g-spot every time.

“Fuck Theo just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop please!” Your hands holding onto your bed sheets as he rocks his hips.

“You like that huh? You like it when your best friend is pounding into you, god you look so beautiful, taking all of me like a good girl” he groans while leaving kisses on your ankle.

Your walls clenching at his words

He groaned again as he felt your cunt throb at his praise. 

“Oh you like being called a good girl don’t you?” letting go of your ankle to grip your jaw to make you look at him.

“Who's a good girl are you?” Theo says as he speeds up his thrusts

Looking at him with half lidded eyes “Yours, all yours!!~“ you moan

“That’s right all mine, no one can ever make you feel this good, isn’t that right love?”

 “Mhm only you, ah~ i'm so close”

“Cum for me baby, come all over my cock”

You were absolute bliss, god you’ve never seen fucked this good, yeah you’ve had other hookups but nothing can compared to this, to Theo

You moaned loudly, shutting your eyes as you reached your orgasm “im- im cumming!!” Your body shaking from the overwhelming feeling

The way your walls clenched from cumming made Theo on the verge of spilling. He continues to thrust into you through your first orgasm. He didn’t expect you make such a mess all over his dick, your cum spilling out of you as he thrusts into you

You felt Theo twitch inside of you, knowing he’s close you moved his hand from your waist to your breasts.

“Mmm so soft…” Theo whispered. leaning down, putting his tongue on your nipple, swirling it around. “Mmm Theo that feels good” throwing your head back from a little act. Theo was soon approaching his climax.  

“Fuckk- can I cum inside of you? please oh god I can’t hold it anymore, please? Fuck-” Theo begged as he tried to hold it in, waiting for you response 

“Yes!! fuck Theo cum inside me” you practically screamed as you felt you stomach tighten.

He let out a loud moan as he spilled his cum inside of you. You screamed as you felt his warm cum spilling in you, triggering your second orgasm.

Theo’s thrusts became sloppy, riding out both your highs. He pulled out and laid beside you. Dizzy and breathless, taking a moment to catch your breath.  Finally when you both got steady, you look up at Theo

“Thank you Theo, really”

“No need to thank me Bella, you can come to me for anything anytime” smiling at you.

crawling onto his lap you whispered into his ear “stay the night? I don’t think the drink has worn off just yet~”

This was going to be a long night for Theo.

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