#there is one thing missing though (it's a kiss)

[piastriprincess]

diamond  bright  ,  kiss  me  right ⸻  lando  norris  x  reader  .

featuring  lando  norris  ,  new(ish) relationship , love  confession  ,  reader  is  dramatic  as  hell  but  we  love  her word  count  1.8k author’s  note  requested  by  anon  !  i  have  basically  thought  about  nothing  but  law  school  for  the  past  two  days  but  i  was  missing  being  creative  and  wanted  to  give  you  all  something  fun  .  as  a  number  one  lando  defender  i  LOVED  writing  this  .  i  firmly  believe  he’s  a  little  bit  of  a  simp  when  he  really  likes  someone  …  very  precious  TO  ME  !  as  always  come  tell  me  what  you  think  or  send  me  a  request  !  okay  now  back  to  my  finals  studying  cave  .  love  you  all  <3  title  is  from  claws  by  charli  xcx  !

It was never supposed to be serious. 

You knew Lando Norris. The party-boy reputation, the DJ sets, a different girl at every circuit. When he sidled up to you at a bar in Monaco with that charming grin on his face, those blue-green eyes sparkling like the Mediterranean behind him, you didn’t expect much. An evening of harmless flirting, maybe. He’d buy you drinks. You might go home with him, if he wasn’t unbearably cocky. (You had a feeling he might be.) He was a player — you’d written him off in your mind before he even opened his mouth.

Turns out, you didn’t know Lando Norris at all. 

You didn’t know he would talk to you that entire night, looking ridiculously pleased every time he made you laugh, like he’d won a prize he hadn’t dared to hope for and couldn’t believe his luck. You didn’t know he would walk you home, and instead of asking to be invited up, asking if he could take you to dinner, hands stuck in his pockets so you couldn’t see the way they trembled. You didn’t know that one date would turn into nearly six months of good-morning texts, of coming home to bouquets of flowers on your doorstep just-because, of slow kisses that burned you up from the inside. 

It was like trying on a dress that looked ugly on the hanger and finding it fit you so well you never wanted to take it off again. To make a long story short, dating Lando was kind of your favorite thing. You liked everything about him. And lately, when you lay tangled in his sheets at night, his arms wrapped around your waist and his mouth pressed softly to your shoulder, breathing in his clean, boyish scent, you thought maybe your feelings were more than simply liking him. 

You couldn’t tell him, though, not yet. You cringed at the thought of the awkward silence that would stretch between you if he didn’t say it back. You trusted Lando — he was sweet to you in a way that made your chest ache sometimes, in a way that you couldn’t imagine being fake. But what if the thrill for him was all in the chase, the reckless desire to get something he thought he couldn’t have? What if now that he had you, now that he really knew you, the shine had worn off?

So you kept it to yourself. Let him slow dance with you in his kitchen to a song you’d never heard, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled at you. Let him text you stupid jokes and ridiculous strings of emojis in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep. Let him scrape his teeth over your collarbone and whisper your name like a prayer into the darkness. Loved him quietly, secretly, in the private corner of your heart he hadn’t quite found yet. 

You told yourself it was fine. Things were good between you. Great, even. You weren’t going to mess it up by saying it first. You would wait until he did. 

If he ever did. 

—

The most embarrassing moment of your life starts with a phone call. 

You’re weaving through the aisles of the grocery store, looking for the pasta. Lando’s had a long day of sponsor meetings and media, but insisted that he wanted to see you anyway for your regular date night. You agreed, on the condition you could make him dinner; you like the idea of taking care of him for once, instead of the other way around.  

Your phone starts buzzing, and you pull it out of your pocket, greeted with Lando’s face — some ridiculous photo he’d taken of the two of you early on, your cheeks pressed together like two halves of a heart. You answer without hesitating, shifting the basket of groceries onto your hip. “Hey, you.”

“Hi, gorgeous.” His voice is light, but you can hear the weariness underneath he’s trying to cover up. “Just checking what time you were thinking of coming over. Zak added a last-minute meeting to the calendar, but I should be done by 7.”

You prop the phone between your shoulder and your ear, grabbing a carton of eggs. “That’s fine. I’m just picking up the stuff now, I’ll stop at home and then come to yours.” You lo- You like the domesticity of the conversation. You wonder if someday, you’ll make grocery lists together, wander through the aisles side-by-side.

“My little chef,” he says, warmth in his voice. “Give me a sneak preview of the menu. What are you making me?” 

“Oh, I thought I’d whip up some sushi,” you tease, grin on your face. You can imagine him on the other end of the phone, crinkling his nose in disgust, and the thought lodges in your chest with a far-too-familiar fond ache. 

“Right, I actually have plans. Can’t have you over anymore,” he deadpans, like clockwork. 

You let out a bark of laughter, throwing a box of pasta into your basket. “I’m kidding. Do you think I don’t remember your freakish aversion to fish?”

“Wow. My own girlfriend, bullying me,” Lando sniffs. “Might just die now. Wasting away, starving and alone, with no one to comfort me.” 

“I’m making carbonara, you big baby,” you snort, pressing the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you inspect two different wedges of Parmesan. “And maybe cookies, for dessert.” You place the cheese in the basket, heading for the checkout lane. 

“How’d I get so lucky?” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. Oh, you’re a goner. It does something stupid to your heart. 

“Guess the universe knew you needed me,” you reply, unpacking your basket onto the conveyor belt. You’re moving a little slowly; you only have one hand to unpack while the other holds the phone.

He laughs. “Score one for the universe.” His voice drops a little lower, a little softer. “I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me too,” you reply, fumbling for your wallet as the cashier eyes you with increasing impatience, tapping at the card reader. A line has grown behind you, you realize. “Shit. Lan, I gotta go. I love you, bye.” Click.

You slide your sunglasses over your eyes as you step out of the air-conditioned grocery store. The weather as you walk home is warm. The late-afternoon sun hangs low and golden in the sky, and— 

You nearly drop the bag you’re carrying, catching it just before the eggs shatter over the Monaco sidewalk.

You told Lando you loved him. And you didn’t even realize it. 

—

By the time you get home, you’re seriously considering faking your own death.

You stand slumped against the wall of the elevator, cheeks burning with humiliation. You’ve spent the entire walk thinking up what feels like a thousand different ways to play it off — jokes, sarcasm, pretending you were talking to the cashier instead of him. They’re all stupid, all equally unlikely to work on Lando. Maybe the best option is to cancel tonight in favor of lying facedown on your carpet and never moving again. 

The elevator doors ding and slide open. You step off, turn the corner down your apartment hallway, and there’s Lando’s standing on your doorstep. 

For a minute, you think it’s a hallucination, because he can’t actually be in your hallway. He lives on the other side of Monaco, practically, and there’s always traffic. You stare at him, taking in the ruddy cheeks, the way the sweat beads at his temples, how he’s still trying to catch his breath.

He ran here, you realize, heart thudding wildly in your chest. He ran. 

The silence is terrifying, stretching between the two of you like a chasm. Then:

“Did you mean it?” he asks, voice hoarse. 

“You’re supposed to be in a meeting,” you blurt, eyes wide. 

“Fuck the meeting,” he rasps, gaze trained on you. “Did you mean it?”

You have an out, now. You could lie, say it was unthinking, a force of habit from calling your mother, your friends. You could stay where you are, with those three little words rattling around your head every second of every day, and pretend it doesn’t kill you to hold them back now that you know what it feels like on your tongue. 

Or you could tell the truth, and take the chance that you’ll lose something, because there’s a possibility you could get everything. 

You look at the wild-eyed boy in front of you, who ran across Monaco just to see your face, and you already have your answer. 

“Yeah,” you say, voice small and heart in your throat. “Yeah, I meant it.”

He closes the distance between you in two steps, cups your cheeks in his hands, and smashes his lips to yours. It’s desperate, wild — your teeth knock together, and when you gasp against his mouth, he slides his tongue against yours in a way that makes your knees buckle. You pull him closer, closer, hands fisting into his shirt like he might disappear if you let go. 

“I love you too,” he gasps when you finally break apart, like it’s paining him to hold the words back. “Fuck. Been wanting to tell you for weeks, but I didn’t want to freak you out.”

You laugh wetly, forehead pressed against his. “I love you,” you say, and his whole face cracks into a smile so bright it’s like you’re looking at the sun. 

“Say it again,” he breathes. The look on his face is so obvious, all soft and awestruck. You wonder, distantly how you ever thought he didn’t feel the same.

“I love you,” you repeat, every syllable deliberate, and his arms wrap around you so fiercely it knocks the air out of your lungs. You yelp as he lifts you off your feet, laughing against his neck, your legs kicking uselessly for a second before you just give up and cling to him instead. He carries you to your door like that, arms steady and warm around you, and for one dizzying moment you think you could stay like this — weightless and safe and stupidly, overwhelmingly in love — forever. 

Maybe it was never supposed to be serious. But when he hugs you from behind while you stir the pasta, whispering I love you into your ear for the hundredth time that night like a promise he intends to keep, you seriously don’t think you’ll ever get tired of hearing it.

[cherrynpink]

freak like me

pairing: nerdy!dino x f!reader

genre: project partners, mutual pining, lots of daydreaming, smut (with a bit of plot) MDNI!

warnings: shy cutesy dino who has my heart (he is a secret freak!), idk how american uni works so just go w it pls, dino and chan are both used interchangeably, oc has nerd kink (ahem), forward oc, cursing, a bit of manipulation?, too many thirsty thoughts, kissing, choking, spit kink, unprotected sex (do not do this!), oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, clit stimulation, brat!oc, brattamer!dino, mean dino, he calls oc slut/whore, dirty talk!!!, riding, missionary position, creampie, size kink?, crying, hair grabbing, ass slapping, orgasm denial, cum eating, it is honestly filthy, lmk if i missed anything!

w.c.: 5.4k

playlist: freak like me

note: thank you so much for liking the last fic so much :( didn't expect such a positive reception so i was super motivated to write this one! plus these pictures of him did something to me like y'all don't get it like i do bcs i went crazy and HAD to write.

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“Right, so the semester end project will be a group project.” Your professor says as the whole class sighs in disappointment and annoyance.

“I know you all don’t like these group projects, but it’s compulsory guys, it’s worth 30% of your final grade. If it’s any consolation, I requested the dean to let it be done in pairs, so be a little grateful, I don’t want anyone coming up to me after class asking to change partners.”

Great. The only thing you hated more than group projects were the ones done in pairs. In spite of all the arguments in groups, atleast you didn’t have to do any work if you didn’t feel like it. But now not only will there be conflicts with your partner, but you’ll have to do half the work too. Just great.

“Y/n? miss y/n?” your professor calls pulling you out of your zoned out state as you raise your hand in confusion.

“You’ll be partnered with Mr. Chan.”

Oh. This was going to be fun. Not only was Chan really REALLY good at studies, but also so cute. You first met him just on the second day of class, when you asked him for a pencil because being klutz you are, you had forgotten you had that class that day and had practically rolled off your bed as your roommate woke you up minutes before it started, reaching a bit late and resulting in your professor scolding you. Chan had coyly given you the pencil, later passing you a note in the middle of the class written “you can ask me later if you have any doubts about what was taught before you arrived as you were a bit late :)”. Oh, he was so cute.

That was how your friendship started, though you never talked much outside of class- other than the occasional times he replied to your story or liked it, you and him were mostly formal with each other, never crossing the boundary of “classmates.”

Sometimes you would ask him for his notes, and being the nice guy he is, he would send the snapshots in a second. You would later leave an iced americano on his usual seat, as a gesture of thankfulness; and a note along with it. Sometimes when the professor’s voice cracked in the middle of the lecture, your eyes would find his- giving each other a slight smile.

It was always quick glances, polite words, and soft smiles, because you both never seemed to take it further. But you were tired now, tired of pretending you didn’t picture his face squished under your thighs, glasses all fogged up and your slick dripping down his chin. Tired of acting like you didn’t violate your poor pillow every other night imagining how he would sound with him in your throat.

Was he a head pusher? Or someone that just begged you to let him come? Would he let you tie him up? Or would he want to tie YOU up? you were sick of acting like he didn’t get you so so wet when he answered a question in class and fixed his glasses, and you had a plan to change that.

As the class ends, you see him coming up to you.

“Should we work at the library at 6 today? I’ll get us some coffee and snacks to eat while we work!” he says with a small smile on his face.

You could agree to the library at 6, after all he has pitched it so sweetly, but there is a devil on your shoulder that is actually so evil, because you hear a voice in your head saying no way you’re meeting him in a public place for the things you want to do with him.

“I’m a bit busy at 6 Chan, I-”

“Dino! You can call me dino too. All my friends usually call me that.” He says shyly.

You smile sweetly. “I’m a bit busy at 6 dino, I have my shift at the café.” You say pouting at him. They are blatant lies. You do not have your shift at the café today because it is closed, something about the owner being at a wedding, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“You can come over to my place at 10 if it’s okay with you? I doubt the library will the open till the time I get off work.” You feel a bit bad, but you’re just inviting him over because it’s more comfortable at home, right? Yeah! Nothing needs to happen just because you’ll be alone with him. (You are lying to yourself at this point because there is no way you don’t lose your mind at the thought of being alone with him.)

“Oh, okay sure! text me the address, I’ll be there.” He says with a sweet smile and you might crush him because of how much you want to squish his cheeks right now.

Dino might go crazy. He’s not even sure if you could see he wasn’t paying attention to a thing you said, because he was too busy staring at your lips the entire time, and then your collarbones, until his eyes travelled to your tits trapped in your blouse which was just a little too tight. Tight enough to accentuate the curve of your breasts; but not letting them spill out- just tight enough.

On top of that, if he’s left alone with you, he has no idea how he’s going to prevent a tent from forming in his pants, so he opts for a oversized hoodie long enough to cover him and a pair of grey sweatpants because it is your house after all, he can dress casual, and he doesn’t want you to know he took 20 minutes to decide what he wore so that his outfit says-“hey, I’m casual and comfortable” and “I’m put together” at the same time.

He is sharp on time, you say to yourself as the bell rings. You’re a bit nervous approaching the door in your small plaid skirt and sweater, knowing how he always stares at you whenever you wear a skirt to class. Plus, you’re wearing a something a little special underneath it, just it case. You push the self-doubting thoughts to the back of your head as you open your door and he is a sight to see. He looks so delicious in those animal print framed glasses and messy hair, there is a glow on his face and oh, those stupid goddamn grey sweatpants. It is OVER for you.

“You’re very punctual, it’s exactly 10.” You giggle. “Your hair looks a bit of a mess dino, coming from another girl’s place?” you say as you smirk, leaning against the door.

“No! No, I just came from the gym, my hair is still a bit wet from the shower.” He says as he ruffles his hair and comes in, setting his bag on the table in your living room. Oh? Pretty boy goes to the gym as well, is there anything he doesn’t do. He usually only wore oversized hoodies and t-shirts to class, never really revealing his true figure; nor did you ever see him much in parties despite his friends being a part of the frat, so this was a new side of him you were seeing right now.

“My roommate is gonna be home in a bit, so we can work in my room, mhm?” you ask, acting intentionally doe eyed and innocent. Lies. They are all lies. Your roommate isn’t going to be home in a bit, she’s at her girlfriend’s dorm. And she is not going to be home until tomorrow after class. And maybe if Chan was thinking clearly, he would’ve asked why your roommate would mind you working in the living room with him. But he’s not thinking clearly, too busy staring at your legs and imagining his face between your thighs; so, forgive him if he isn’t at his highest functioning brain activity right now.

He murmurs a quiet okay as he follows you to your room as you lead him. And your room is so you. He doesn’t know how to explain it, because he doesn’t know you so well yet, but as soon as he enters through the door, he sees plushies laid out neatly on your bed, and your scent all around him. He can see posters of bands and movies dressing up your walls and random Sanrio figurines all around the room. He lays his bag on your bed, taking out his laptop as you sit next to him on your chair, and your skirt rides up, revealing your soft thighs further. And maybe his eyes are playing tricks on him, but he can almost see pink lace fabric peaking from underneath your skirt. And maybe you’re just a bit cold, but he swears he can see your nipples peeking through your sweater.

Every passing minute, he is making it so hard for you to keep your composure. He keeps sharing his ideas about the project and telling you what you should work on. Why is hearing him talk about physics so sexy? You don’t know what it is, but you can’t help but think how hot he looks when he talks so passionately. Your panties are literally getting soaked as the time goes on. It’s been an hour, and he hasn’t even taken a second to look at you yet! You’re quite literally whoring yourself out for him and all he cares about is inductive motor or whatever the hell the project is about.

“Channie, can we move to the bed? I’m feeling a bit tired from my shift.” You say, fake yawning.

“Mmm? Oh sure.” It is over for him, he thinks to himself.

As you sit up on your bed, your skirt FULLY rides up, revealing your baby pink lace panties. You push it down gently, saying “oops” as you giggle. And something inside him snaps. All control he had, he’s lost it now and he physically cannot hold back anymore. His gaze darkens, as he pushes you down, his grip on your throat as he gets on top of you. You gasp as he takes you by surprise, but the shock lasts barely 5 seconds before you smirk.

You reach up as your lips find his, pulling him deeper into your mouth as you grab his hair. From the get go, it is passionate, and rough and messy, because both of you are left gasping for your breath- your cheeks rosy and your chest heaving. Deciding to tease him further, you bite his lip. He moans into your mouth, mumbling “brat.” Taking the opportunity, you slip your tongue into his mouth deepening the kiss, and it is so sloppy; neither of you willing to give up control. The heat between your legs grows because of the way his tongue fights with yours to take over, which has your head spinning.

“Channie” you moan, as you feel the hard press of his body against yours, the sound of your lips smacking together and your heavy gasping filling the room.

His hand reaches to lift your sweater slightly, fingers making contact with your bare skin as they keep moving upwards until they your lacy bra, delicately toying with the material.

“You wore this for me baby? Knew this was going to happen?”

All you do is giggle as you continue to kiss down his jaw, alternating between sucking and biting. But that doesn’t sit right with him, as his other hand wraps around your neck, squeezing just the right amount so that his grip is tight enough, but still allowing you to breathe, and suddenly you’re flooding your panties.

“This okay?” he asks, his eyes filled with concern and genuine worry, looking for any discomfort in your eyes, desperate for your approval to continue.

You nod, because it’s actually all you can do. He loosens the grip on your throat and begins to pull his hand away as he says “Fuck, if you want me to go on, you’re gonna have to answer me baby.”

You’re quick to bring his hand back on your neck, your head turning left and right in panic, “No! No, please I want it!” you say as he smirks at your desperate state.

“Yeah? Then answer me when I ask you a question baby. You wore this set for me pretty?”

“Just wanted you to notice me, pay attention to me.” You say between kisses.

“And you thought whoring yourself out would be the way to get my attention” he chuckles. “Thought it was a mistake when you flashed me, turns out baby’s just an attention whore.”

He gets off of you and the bed and a whine leaves your throat as he pulls you down by your ankles as your hips reach the foot of your bed in an instant as he begins taking off his glasses.

“No!” you protest. “don’t- don’t take them off, I like them.” You say timidly. He picks you up, flipping your previous position as he seats you on his lap, taking off his hoodie, and you cannot help but stare. You did not know he was SO built and buff, your eyes are practically eating him up as you feel drool building up in your mouth. Oh, you NEED to suck him off right now. And that’s pretty much all it takes for you as you get on your knees for him.

When you look up to him, there is hunger in his eyes, something you’ve never seen before, his gaze full of lust. He can’t remember how many times he’s pictured you like this, on your knees, so innocent, a pathetic expression on your face, waiting for him to give you your next instruction.

Those stupid man whore grey sweatpants, you need them off now.

You fumble with it’s band as you impatiently pull it down, revealing his Calvin Klein boxers, and you clearly have no time for this nonsense, rushing to pull his boxers down as well, all while he looks down on you, leaning back on the bed- hands on either side of him with a big cocky smirk on his face, because he cannot wait to see the next look on your face.

Your face: it’s so transparent, so revealing. It’s literally like you wear your heart on your sleeve. Everything you feel, you think, you want, it’s clear- plain as day on your face. And as soon as you pull his boxers off, there it is- pure amusement and shock, as his dick twitches at the sight of your wide doe eyes. You knew he was big, atleast that’s what you pictured in your nightly scenarios. But you did not know he was this big both in length and in girth as well, his angry tip staring at you, begging for your attention.

“Take your sweater off.” He demands. No pleas, no hesitance. An order. And who would you be to defy him? you teasingly take it off, all while a small smile adorns your lips as you throw the sweater somewhere on the floor alongside his hoodie.

You take his length in your hand, rubbing your thumb over his tip- spreading his pre-cum around it as your eyes go from doe like to those of a siren as they stare straight into his, spitting right on it seductively and oh, he thinks he’s in love. You pump it up and down and fuck- you can’t even completely wrap your hand around it, giving it a little squeeze as you go along, building the tension. But he doesn’t seem too happy about it as he sighs in annoyance. He’s sick of your teasing, because even after his multiple attempts to discipline you, you’ve decided to continue being a brat.

In the blink of an eye, he takes your hand off of him, grabs you by your jaw and squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and fore finger- the rest of the them lying on your jaw, forcing to you part your lips slightly.

“Do you trust me y/n?” he says softly, yet his voice dripping with dominance as you nod.

“Open your mouth, tongue out baby.”

And what he does next takes you by surprise, as he leans down, collecting a glob of spit in his mouth as it drips down from his mouth to yours, making you moan as you close your eyes, feeling the warm liquid on your tongue.

“Swallow.” he says as he caresses your jaw. And his wish is your command; you let out a loud moan as you feel it travel down your throat.

“Good girl. You’ll listen to me now, yeah? No more teasing. I’ve been holding back until now but if you don’t behave, I’ll have to fuck you like the whore you are. Better yet, I’ll eat you out, and get you so so close. I’ll be at it for hours baby, I have no place to be, but I won’t let you cum. So, tell me, you’re gonna be a good girl for me now?”

And all you can do is nod as he smirks, because now, he holds the power over you, and you want him to take over you. Don’t want to think about anything, just do whatever he says. And he can see that, see you fully slipping into subspace.

He holds his dick in his hand, and as your mouth chases his tip, he slaps it against your cheek. All he does is laugh, because you just look so pathetic under him. Tits spilling out of your see through pink lace bra, eyes on the brink of tears, fists balled up in your lap because he won’t let you touch him.

He grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail and slaps his dick against your other cheek as he says “tap my thigh twice in you wanna stop, okay?” and finally rubs his tip against your lips, parting them immediately as you engulf it in your mouth, sucking on it as if it’s a popsicle, swirling your tongue all around it, making him groan.

Slowly, he pushes his dick in inch by inch until it hits the back of your throat, and its laughable, because half of it still can’t be wrapped around your tiny mouth even though your jaw is doing gymnastics to accommodate half of him and he lets out a loud moan due to the insane pleasure it gives him. Since he won’t let you move yet, enjoying the feeling of cockwarming your mouth too much, you drag your tongue up and down, making him hiss.

Finally, he decides to fuck your throat, sliding your mouth up and down his dick as if your mouth is just a fleshlight for him to use, making your eyes roll back. He starts slow, as to ease you in; but is quick to fasten his pace to meet his needs. But you want to do more, so your hands reach up to play with his balls, and oh does it take him by surprise. All he can do while fucking your mouth is mumble sweet nothings, praising you, telling you how good you’re being letting him use you like this. And his words are working, because at this point your slick is running down your thighs and your cunt is in a desperate need of attention, as you grind it against the heel of your foot and when you look up to him, you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. His glasses lay low on his nose as his head is thrown back in pleasure and his hair is messy, sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; yet his hand is precise is controlling your mouth by your hair. His buff chest heaving desperate for air as his ears and cheek are a pretty shade of pink for you.

Suddenly he looks down to meet your eyes staring at him in lust, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything hotter as he sees you grind against your foot pathetically all whilst he fucks your warm mouth. He can feel the vibration of your mouth as you moan around him, and he thinks he’s in heaven. You look so dirty, spit dribbling down your chin, pupils dilated and red with desire, tears streaming down your cheeks because of how deep he’s hitting it right now. He is just so close, but no way he doesn’t cum in your pussy today, so he pulls you off his dick as you welp, a string of spit connecting your lips to his tip.

“I’ll come in your mouth some other day baby, need to be in you right now.” He says responding to your cute pout as he pulls you up to sit on his lap, your legs on either side of his thigh once again.

His hands travel to your back to undo your bra in an instant as it’s thrown somewhere on the bed behind him. Immediately his mouth is attached to your hardened nipple as you let out a loud moaning, feeling his warm tongue on your cold skin.

“I’m so fucking sick of you parading around in this stupid excuse of a skirt that barely covers your ass y/n.” He says as his hands travel down and under your skirt, making contact with your dripping lace, running his fingers up and down. He can feel your slick on his own thighs.

“Oh? You’re already soaked, baby. But I haven’t even touched you yet, wanna tell me what got you so wet?” he says as he mocks you, still not taking his attention off your breasts, sucking them and marking them up with hickeys all around and all you can do is moan as you dig your nails into his back overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“You’re so sensitive, so responsive. I love it baby, so easy for me. Need you to answer me- what’s got you dripping?” he says as he finds your clothed clit, pressing hard against it over the lace.

He’s being so mean right you. The remnants of tears on your cheeks have barely dried up before you can feel yourself getting teary eyed already.

“You! Want you so bad channie! Been wet for you since you walked in the door.” You cry out desperately.

Finally, he stops teasing your covered pussy and pulls it to the side, inserting two of fingers with no warning making you scream out loud. He’s quick to press his thumb to your clit, flicking it as he pumps his fingers into you, all whilst he’s sucking on your tits. His pace is monstrous from the start, and he shows no signs of stopping as he continues to drive them in you, opening you up preparing you to take his big dick. All you can do is drop your head on his shoulder helplessly, taking what he gives you.

“Ah! So good Chan, so- so- fuck! Right there! Need you!” you say as he repeatedly hits your g-spot all while rubbing your clit.

You’ve lost all track of time. You’ve been so close to cumming ever since you saw him walk through your front door that even the slightest touch could get you to your high, and here Chan was, touching you right where you needed, enlightening all your senses.

“I’m about- gonna- gonna cum dino! Please, let me, oh- please let me cum!” you cry out loud, begging him as he pulls out his fingers in an instant and just like that you’re crying again, dropping your head in the crook of his neck.

“What, don’t cry baby.” He says, voice dripping with fake sympathy, because inside him he knows your tears turn him on even more. His hand reaches the small of your back as he caresses it, attempting to calm you down. “Want you to cum on my cock princess. Think you can do that, yeah? You promised you’d be a good girl for me.”

“I was- I was just so close.” You say timidly between your sniffles.

“It’s okay princess, I’ll make you cum real good on my cock.” He whispers, kissing you tenderly for the first time in the evening, and it makes your heart full, reminding you that in spite of everything, this is the same dino that you see in class every day, polite and sweet and beautiful; but you’re brought back to the present as he pulls away from you, shattering your illusion.

“You wanted my attention so bad y/n, you started it. So, you’re gonna take what you wanted- gonna have to ride me.” He says with a shit eating grin that just makes you so mad right now, but eager to give him what he asks for you get off your lap and begin to take off your skirt.

“Did I ask you to take it off? Still not behaving baby. Keep the skirt on; after all you made such a show of wearing them, wanna fuck you in it. Take off your panties.”

Once the pink garment is off, you sit on his lap again, as he slaps his dick against your poor swollen cunt, running his tip against your entrance.

“You know what to do right? It isn’t your first rodeo after all.” He says as he smiles.

God, he is so cocky. If you didn’t desperately need him in you, you would not put up with it for a second. (you would probably put up with it anyway)

You take his dick in your hand as you hover over it, your pussy clenching over nothing, begging to be filled by him as you insert the tip in him; and that alone is such a stretch for you, your legs might give up then and there. But you are anything but determined. Stubborn. Firm on proving yourself. So, you accept the stretch, stabilising yourself by placing one hand on his wide shoulder while you bottom out completely, burying himself into you in one go making him throw his head back and groan in pleasure as his hands reach out to hold your waist, not letting you escape his grasp.

Slowly but surely, you begin by grinding your hips against them, building up the tension as you try to maintain a steady pace; but dino doesn’t look amused, so you begin to move up and down on him, burying your freshly done nails into his shoulders. His hand moves down as you bounce on him, giving your ass a quick slap before finding it going under your skirt and rubbing your clit, making you gasp out.

“Fuck, lift up your skirt baby.” He says, and you comply- lifting up your skirt with one hand, whilst he continues to toy with your clit and you bounce up and down his dick, showing him the mess you both are making; and he loves it.

You’re so eager to please him, prove yourself to him as you continue to alternate between grinding and moving up and down; but the pleasure is SO overwhelming with his hand on your nub and you don’t think you can last. On top of that, you’ve been working so hard to maintain a steady pace for him, that your thighs are about to give out. And he sees that- sees your movement becoming sloppy and messy, your thighs shaking and your grip tightening on his shoulder.

“Tired, baby?”

Why is he such a tease. And why is he being so mean to you when he knows you’re totally spent. You think you’re going to cry for the third time in the night.

“You know, all you have to do is admit it. And I’ll take over. You know you want me to. I can make you feel so good baby, hit all the right spots and you don’t have to lift a finger.” He whispers in your ear before slapping your ass again as he lifts his hips to meet yours in a sharp thrust, showing you how much better he can make you feel.

“I- I- tired. I’m tired channie! Thighs hurt. P- please!” you say between hiccups as he keeps thrusting into you from beneath.

That’s all he needs to hear, before he’s flipping you on your back without taking himself out of you, pressing a kiss to your lips as he begins to actually fuck you. His hands roam all over you as if he’s trying to memorise every curve and dip. He’s thrusting into you with such a force your tits bounce back and forth with every drive of his hips into you while he mumbles pretty words in your ears.

“Pussy so good baby, absolutely squeezing me. Can’t believe you were letting those stupid guys have this while I was right there. Could’ve made you feel this good all this time. Fuck! Always wanted to bend you over the desk whenever you wore those stupid skirts to class. You know, everyone could see you baby. See how much needy you were. You’re probably just too much a slut to care, no?”

His mouth reaches down to bite your nipple, where you’re already so sensitive that you can’t help but cry out. You look so dumb for his cock right now, your nails are absolutely obliterating his back as your legs wrap around him not letting him go, a chant of his name leaving your lips with each of his movement. All you can hear is the sound of his balls slapping against you and your screams. You’re pretty sure you’ll get complaints from your neighbour tomorrow but who cares; he’s just too good. His thrusts get deeper yet sloppier as you feel him reach between your sweaty bodies and rub your clit in an attempt to get you closer.

“Fuck! Gonna cum baby. Are you close?”

“Yes! Channie fuck, love- love your dick so much! So big, need- I’m almost there!”

And that’s all the motivation he needs before he picks up his pace again, angling himself to hit you exactly at the spot that makes you scream, and before you know it, you feel tears streaming down your face again because of the overstimulation.

“Chan! Gonna cum! Please, please- fuck right there, please wanna cum!”

“Where do you want me princess?”

“In! In me, wanna feel you in me, fill me up! Please, need it in me!” you babble.

And that is all it takes for you to let go. Your eyes roll to the back of your head with a loud whine as your nails dig into him deeper, your back arching- the pleasure taking over you as you see stars in front of your eyes, screaming his name over and over again. It’s like you’re floating- because your body feels numb and completely spent. He feels you clenching so much around his cock as you cum, it’s like you’re milking him, before he’s filling you up full of him too, reaching his high, and he cannot stop. Even after you’re done, you’re still rhythmically squeezing him as he doesn’t stop coming in you. You feel him warm in you, and you honestly never want him to pull out, but unfortunately, he does- leaving you empty as his essence begins to spill out of you.

He gets between your legs, watching a mixture of your cum dripping out of you, admiring his work before he’s collecting it in his fingers, tracing your swollen sensitive centre as he comes up to you, and inserting his fingers in your mouth, while he kisses your tears. You can taste him and yourself on your tongue as you close your eyes, swirling your tongue around his fingers. The sight is so hot to him, his dick twitches against you once again before he’s pulling his fingers out and gently kissing you, as he leaves your bed to bring you a towel.

He lies besides you after he cleans you up as you turn you face each other.

“Sorry if I was too rough, got carried away a bit.” He says as you lay your head on his arm and run your hand through his hair.

“You were so good, I think I need to be a little bitchy again for you to put me in my place.” You say as you kiss him, smiling against his lips.

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can you do a part 2 about the bf james and peter story? maybe james ghosts her and she runs into remus one day, tells him what happened and he goes back and tells james

Just for you, love! This one turned out way longer than I thought it would, haha! Hope you enjoy <3

(ex)boyfriend!James Potter x fem!reader who finally talk about Peter ✿ 1.7k words

cw: fem reader, break up, Peter is the worst, Remus is the best, angst with a happy ending

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please read part 1 here

You hate breakups.

Not that you’re entirely sure that is what is going on, but you haven’t heard from James in three weeks. That has to mean you’re broken up, right?

The first week, you’d held out hope that James might call you. Even though deep down you knew, when he’d kissed your hair instead of your lips and Peter looked at you with that smirk… It was pointless to wait around, but you’d been hoping for an opportunity to explain yourself. To tell James that it’s Peter who was saying horrible things, not you. You were trying to defend him!

But the call never came.

So your days go by in a blur, aimless routines and rituals that keep your body occupied and alive while your brain and heart ache for him. Things aren’t the same without James’ bright smile and beautiful aura. Your home feels dull without the promise of his shoes by the door next to yours, or a goodnight kiss where neither of you really want to fall asleep. You miss him. 

The park is your only escape. The light on your skin and the breeze in your hair makes you feel lighter, even if it’s just for a moment. You let the excited dogs and giggling little kids make you happy. It’s enough to get you out of the house. Enough to keep you going. Enough to make sure your heart doesn’t fully shrivel up and die. 

It’s one of those days, the ones where you feel a bit lighter sitting at the park bench and letting your mind go, when you suddenly find that you aren’t alone.

“Hello.” You know that voice. The smooth, honeyed tone you know to belong to James’ friend, Remus. 

“Remus,” You greet him with a smile that doesn’t entirely reach your eyes, “How are you?”

“I’m alright, love. But I’m more interested in how you’re doing. You look…” Remus’ words trail off but you can think of a million different ways he could end that sentence: bad, tired, upset, broken, etc.

“I’m… alive.” You decide on, but the words sound empty even to you. Remus eyes you, clearly deep in thought. 

“It was Peter, wasn’t it?” He asks the question like he already knows the answer. His words surprise you, head turning and brow raising, especially when he continues. “Peter said something that made you upset.”

You nod, throat tightening as you remember that horrible dinner all those nights ago. Your fingers pick at the wood of the park bench, your shoulders sagging.

“Peter is horrible.” You say, and you don’t care if you sound cruel, “From the moment I met him, I knew he was horrid. I know he’s your friend but you all let him say the most disgusting things about people. About each other!”

“What did he say?” Remus asks, and when you turn with your mouth open ready to argue, ready for Remus to defend his friend, he doesn’t. His face is only open, understanding.

You wring your hands in your lap and purse your lips as you think about what you want to say. Remus sits in patient silence, giving you time without complaint.

“He asked me if I think James is obnoxious.” You start, and Remus’ brows raise just an inch on his forehead. But he doesn’t speak. “He told me that… James would be getting bored of me. That someone new would catch his eye and everything we had would just…” You look around the park, eyes scanning everything without really seeing. You just will yourself not to cry. 

“I mean, I guess he was right? James and I haven’t talked in three weeks, he won’t even respond to my texts.”

Remus nods slowly, and your heart sinks a bit more. Maybe Remus agrees with Peter. Maybe he is just here to destroy your last bit of hope and put the final nail in the coffin.

“Peter and James have been friends since before I ever met either of them.” Remus says, finally, his voice cutting through the rest of the peaceful park sounds. “Peter has always been… for lack of a better term, a small man. James is larger than life, and Peter has always been jealous of him, even when we were young.”

“As boys, Peter would scare off anyone who wanted to be friends with James. It was only through Sirius’ stubbornness that he managed to break through them and become a part of the group. And Peter only allowed it if he was there too. I came along a bit later.”

“But even in our group of four, it was obvious that James is Peter’s best friend. He would get… antsy if we ever spent time together without him. It’s gotten better now as we’ve gotten older but it seems as though Peter has shifted his attention.” 

“What are you saying?” Your voice cuts through Remus’, eyes wide and your body turned almost fully toward him at this point.

“I’m saying you aren’t the first girlfriend of James’ that Peter has gotten rid of.” Remus runs a hand through his hair and sighs heavily, face turning serious. “I should’ve known he was going to do this.”

The two of you sit in silence for a while, a mutual anger bubbling in the air around you both.

“Has he said anything?” You ask finally, your voice weaker than you’d like it to be. “James, I mean.”

“Oh, he’s devastated.” Remus’ voice is thick with emotion and his face morphs into obvious frustration, “The man is so in love with you.”

“Then why-” It’s like Remus can read your mind, he answers before you can even get the words out of your mouth.

“James loves Peter like a brother. Peter has been by James’ side since before the two of them were in diapers. I think… I think James doesn’t want to see what Peter is doing. He wants Peter to be good but…” Remus’ voice trails off again and you find your stomach churning.

“I love James.” You say, and you’ve never said anything truer in your life. “I just want him to be happy.”

“You both deserve to be happy. I’ll talk to him.” Remus says, and he continues to speak before you can open your mouth to argue, “I mean it. Then, if he doesn’t want to be with you, we’ll know. But he does. And you both deserve to be happy together.”

“Thank you, Remus.” You say, and you hate the way hope creeps back into your soul.

But four days pass after your conversation with Remus, and you still don’t hear from James.

It’s been devastating, almost worse this time, like breaking up all over again. You really tried not to get your hopes up when you spoke with Remus, but you can’t help it. All you want is James back.

You’re in an old t-shirt and putting a frozen meal in the oven when there’s a knock at the door. You groan, moving through the living room to the front door and you open it. 

Your heart stops when you see James’ face. He looks… dull. Not that bright, bubbly ray of human sunshine he always is.

“Jamie.” His name leaves your lips as a breath of relief and also a cry of pain.

“I’m sorry,” He says, and his voice is just as strained and pained as your own. “Remus told me about what you said. About what Peter said…”

You lean against the front door a bit, letting it hold some of your weight since you don’t trust yourself to stand fully on your own at the moment. You watch James, heart pounding in your chest. You’re sure it’s loud enough that he can hear it too. 

“I tried to tell you, but you all just left.” You say, and your eyes burn as the emotions resurface. “And you never called. I just wanted to explain…”

“I know.” James’ eyes squeeze shut and you feel your heart squeeze too. “I know, I’m sorry. I thought Peter was my friend…”

“Friends don’t talk about each other like that.” You step out onto the porch, standing in front of James. You miss being close to him, even just like this.

“No. They don’t.” James agrees, and you find yourself wanting to reach out and touch him. He seems to read your mind, placing a hand on the side of your neck and placing his forehead on yours. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You say, your voice cracking at the end. “I don’t want to break up.”

“I don’t either.” James agrees softly and it’s like you can feel the broken parts of yourself start to let him put you back together. 

“What about Peter?” You ask, pulling back enough to look into his eyes. You’re worried this is too good to be true. 

“I’m done with Peter.” James shakes his head, his curls swinging in front of his forehead as he moves with vigor, “I confronted him about what happened after I talked with Remus. And he admitted everything! He bragged about it, he said he thought he was helping me out because he thinks you aren’t good enough for me.” James rolls his eyes, but you can still see the emotional turmoil he must be going through.

You pull him close, your two bodies fitting together like the pieces of a puzzle, reuniting after weeks apart. 

“I’m sorry.” You say. “I know you love him.”

“I love you.” James says, and presses a kiss to the side of your head. “I’m sorry I believed Peter.”

“I’m sorry he wasn’t a good friend to you, Jamie.” Your voice is muffled as you bury your face in his neck. His scent is comforting, soothing the ache of weeks without him. You squeeze him a bit tighter.

And this time, you’re not letting go.

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Cookies And Kisses

Zayne x gn!Reader

I am YEARNINGGG for a Zayne kiss so badddd (and also cookies) I also wrote this like minutes after my friend sent me the trailer for the new banner cuz ough Zayne why you gotta kiss like that and NOT BE REAL

Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, silly, kissing, baking, established relationship

Word Count: 1,229

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It was only a matter of time before the sweet fragrance of baking cookies beckoned Zayne to the kitchen. Even though he was in his office, working away on his reports and research, it's the most surefire way of getting him to take a break. You've only just put in the second batch when he wanders in with that round-eyed interest, honing in on the fresh tray of sweets.

"You're baking today?" he asks. You hear the excitement in his voice, even if he's trying to act natural.

You slip off the oven mitt with a smile. The counter is a bit of a mess - flour, baking soda, vanilla and almond extract, sugar both powdered and crystalized. You tried to keep it contained, for what it's worth. Cooling racks are spread out on the kitchen island, empty for now. A full one sits beside the oven. Twelve golden sugar cookies, with coarse rainbow sprinkles pressed into their tops. You are the only thing between him and the cookies.

"They're still hot," you warn, walking over to meet him so you can hold him back for as long as it takes to let them cool for just a couple minutes. You wrap your arms around his neck. His hands rest comfortably on your waist, slipping around to your back to hold you close. Eyes focus down on you, momentarily distracted by the one thing he loves more than his sweets. "I thought it would be fun. I was going to bring some to Yvonne and Grayson."

He glances back at the cookies. "How many are you making?"

"The recipe makes about 50 cookies. I don't think either of us need that many to ourselves."

He hums noncommittally and asks, "How many are you giving them?"

"Eight each. Will 30-something cookies be enough to satisfy you?"

"With your baking, no amount could satisfy me."

You laugh softly. Your fingers begin caressing the back of his neck and playing with the short ends of his dark hair. His eyes soften behind his glasses, warm with affection as he soaks in your touch. "With your sweet tooth, no amount of anyone's baking could satisfy you."

His ears grow warm, but he just smiles. His long fingers trace light patterns against your spine and lower back. He glances at the cookies once more. You try not to laugh at how obviously he's restraining himself. "Can I have one?"

"Just one?"

"Mm, or two, or three?"

You peck his lips with a snicker and pull away. His hands slide away, falling down back to his sides. You miss them immediately. Still, you grab a napkin and carefully settle two cookies on it. The third you take for yourself, taking a bite as you turn to rest your back against the counter, holding out the napkin for him. He stands close, comfortably within arms reach, as he eagerly accepts the cookies and takes a bite of one.

Still warm, the sugar cookie crumbles in the best way possible. The subtle vanilla, the sweet almond, the added crunch of sugar crystals. He hums in content. You reach up to wipe away the crumbs at the corner of his mouth, and he looks at you with a smile.

"They're delicious," he praises after he swallows his first bite. He leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips. "Thank you."

You catch his lips again before he can fully pull away. A quiet sigh escapes him as he reciprocates, fanning across your cheek from his nose. He tilts his head. Sets his partial cookie back in the napkin to hold your cheek as he licks the seam of your mouth, tasting the cookie's lingering sweetness on your lips, on your tongue.

Zayne kisses like he'll never kiss you again. It wasn't always like this. When you first started dating, kisses were hesitant. Light pecks, chaste and quick. Even your first make out, there was always something restrained in the way he kissed. He allowed you to lead, to take what you wanted from him. Now that you've grown as a couple, discovered each other's quirks and habits, moved in together, begun intertwining your souls, his kisses aren't the quiet, reserved pecks they used to be. He's always aching to kiss you deeper. Tilting his head from one side to the other as his hands hold you in place, pull you closer. His breaths grow heavy with excitement, soft sounds escaping the back of his throat. He devours you. Kisses you as though it's the last kiss you'll ever share and he needs to make the most of it. Kisses you like a soldier off to war, saying goodbye to his partner before he's shipped off. Kisses you like you're sweeter than pure sugar.

The oven beeps. You pull away with a sigh, sad to see the moment end. He smiles reassuringly as he kisses your cheek, silently promising to continue this later, before he steps away to lean back against the island. Those lithe fingers slipping from your cheek to pick up the cookie again, bringing it to his kiss-swollen lips and-

The oven beeps once more and you push away from the counter to stop the timer. You slip on the oven mitt, open up the inferno to let its dry heat caress your already-warm cheeks, and retrieve the tray of fresh cookies. Zayne watches as you hold the tray in one hand and pick up the spatula with the other, one by one depositing the cookies onto a cooling rack.

He's halfway through his second cookie when you begin scooping an array of dough onto the tray. Sneaking a third from the first batch when you're pressing divots into the center of the dough-balls and dispensing pinches of sugar in them. Finishing the third when you're slipping the tray on the top rack of the oven and setting a new timer. You grab his hand before he can grab a fourth, tugging him away and toward the kitchen doorway.

"You're gonna make yourself sick one of these days," you playfully chide. "No more until after dinner. Or at least until I've boxed up the ones for Yvonne and Grayson."

He chuckles as you drag him all the way back to his office. Smiles like a lovestruck fool as you push him into his chair. He grabs your hips before you can pull away, settling you to be standing between his legs as he looks up at you like you're the moon itself.

"Will you tell me when you've finished?"

You brush his bangs aside from his forehead. Trail your touch down his cheek. Hold his chin as you run your thumb along his lips. "Finished baking or finished separating theirs out?"

His eyes close as he presses a kiss to your finger. "Both."

You lean down and kiss his forehead. "So long as I don't catch you sneaking out before then."

"I won't."

"Mm-hm."

He tilts his head back, eyes flickering to your lips. "I won't," he insists.

"You won't get caught, you mean." You brush a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He turns to fully catch your lips again. Draws you into him, until your knee is resting on the chair right up against his crotch. He murmurs breathlessly against your mouth, grinning with a subdued playfulness, "Now, I never said that."

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𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 '𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'

pairing: gn!reader x sakusa kiyoomi

“How come you’ve never told me you love me?” you ask him as you busy yourself with making a cup of tea so you can avoid looking him in the eye.

“What?” Kiyoomi mumbles, eyes fixed on the paper in his hands. You know you don’t have his full attention but keep talking anyway.

“Well… you’ve never said ‘I love you.’ I tell you everyday.”

Sakusa’s gaze flits to you as he gives you a befuddled look. You’ve finally caught his attention.

“I do tell you,” he replies in a low voice, although sounding resolute. He looks so sure of it that you almost believe him. Almost.

“I think I’d remember if you had told me, because, well… you never do.” You turn to face him, crossing your arms over your chest as you wait for an answer.

His brow furrows in confusion, and you almost roll your eyes at him.

“Hmm. You just haven’t noticed, then.”

You blink at him, absolutely sure that he hasn’t ever said it because it’s so unlike him that it would’ve been etched into your memory. Seems like he’s just going to lie blatantly to your face, then. You just hope that it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you, but rather that he simply isn’t ready to say it just yet.

But he isn’t lying — not really.

Sakusa Kiyoomi never says ‘I love you,’ though he keeps a picture of you in his wallet so he can look at it whenever he misses you, even if it’s just a little. You don’t know he has it because he took it when you weren’t looking. He likes keeping it with him at all times, for it’s a reminder of home — like having a small piece of you wherever he goes.

Sakusa Kiyoomi never says ‘I love you,’ but he makes sure to wake up before you every single day so he can make your favorite breakfast before you’re up — that way you won’t have to wait too long before filling up your stomach. He only ever starts eating after you’ve taken the first bite, making sure that everything’s to your liking.

Sakusa Kiyoomi never says ‘I love you,’ yet at least one part of his body has to be touching you whenever you’re together; whether it’s his knee brushing your leg when you’re watching a movie, his hand resting on your thigh when he’s driving, or cuddling with you when you sleep at night.

Sakusa Kiyoomi never says ‘I love you,’ but he has a playlist with all of you favorite songs on it —and all means all, even those he finds extremely annoying that he usually can’t tolerate unless you’re singing along to them—, watches all those stupid rom-coms you seem to adore because he adores the look on your face when you watch them. He’ll never admit it, but those movie marathon nights with you are secretly his favorite ones, even when all the movies you pick are always “trash”.

Sakusa Kiyoomi never says ‘I love you,’ but he always folds your clothes with extreme carefulness and separates them in color coded groups because he knows how much you like it when things are a certain order. He also knows exactly how you like your fruit cut —in small, small cubes because they’re "cute, and cute things make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside"—. He doesn’t mind going through the trouble since he sort of gets it. You’re cute, and your presence has a calming effect on him — makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Sakusa Kiyoomi never says ‘I love you,’ but he always waits for you to come back home to have dinner together, no matter how late you are. He waits patiently, making sure dinner’s hot and ready when you’re back so you never go to sleep with an empty stomach. He also never falls asleep before you do; no matter how tired he is. He likes watching you dozing off, those cute, little, rapid blinks you give when you fight sleep off to keep talking to him, and the way your voice becomes all groggy and low, to the point it’s almost a grumble. Once you’re deep into your slumber, he kisses you exactly three times —one time on your forehead, one on your nose, and one on your lips, which is usually the most gentle of them all—, and pulls you closer to him, because he can’t really sleep unless he can feel your heartbeat against his.

Sakusa Kiyoomi never says ‘I love you’, because despite there being over a million words, none could ever even begin to grasp his deep, infinite appreciation for you, so he chooses to show you just how much he does every single day instead.

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how'd they react to being peppered in kisses or just being loved on in general.

dante

he's giddy and all warm inside as you pepper his face in kisses, this was how Dante wanted his life to be like, just you and him being happy, never having to worry that anything will tear you two apart as all the dangers would've dissapeared through unexplained means.

you brought him alot of joy and love in his life that he sometimes felt like he couldn't truly give back to you as meaningful as you could, and yet that didn't stop him from reciporcating your kisses with kisses of his own; with him holding your face within his hands and peppering kisses across your face as you tried to get away from his slightly sloppy affection with poorly concealed laughter.

he loves being given affection and giving affection also, it acted like a silent way to say i love you in a way, a way to reassure the other that they were there and that the love was still very much alive without ever having to use words to do so. being a demon hunter was one thing when he was on his own, but now he had you, dante couldn't help but be a bit more caucious during missions -despite being able to heal rather quickly in thanks to his demonic heritage- all in hopes of coming home back to you and living his dream in a somewhat domestic afternoon with you.

so dante wouldn't miss a moment of your kisses and affections for anything as it was everything he's ever lived for.

vergil

he's riggid at first, not having been use to given affection so freely, so without judgement since he was a little kid; needless to say Vergil was unsure of how to approach your affection. this isn't to say he didn't like your kisses and affection, he does but has a hard time saying so as his feelings towards his human side, having seen everything associated with it as weak and not worth his time indulging.

however this only made Vergil wish he did at least read something that would've better helped him to know what to do at the very least, after all he was inclined on his demonic heritage and all it entitled, so when you kissed his cheek all you'd get it is an awkard side eye from him as his mind raced on what is an apropriate reaction.

which was a soft, almost missable purr coming from the back of his throat.

now while he may suck with his words, his actions spoke otherwise as he would show that he wasn't as emotionally stiffled as he might physically appears to be. i'm talking poems that go into great depth on how your kisses and affection made him feel light on his feet, how it made him feel like he wasn't entierly capable of destruction, that he was safe and that he never had to look over his shoulder when he was with you; for you were his safe haven and while affection maybe something he has slow to warm up to, his actions told another story that said that the blue demon had a heart.

white rabbit

he's finding it all endearing and adorable as he pratically bathed in your kisses and affection that he once would've batted away without thinking twice. his life has been an harsh ans unforgiving one to say the least, so when you give him kisses or any form of affection was treated as though it was something saccred and rare.

for kindness and open mindedness wasn't something he was greeted with often unless it was your own, and even then rabbit never once took it for granted as he was uncomfortably aware of just how easily someone as good as you would be taken away wtihin a blink on an eye. unfair as life itself tended to often be.

he even indulges with affection of his own in some occasions, never wanting you to be without affection that you give so freely and without another word of complaint of going without. kissing your hand and forehead as often as you did with him, taking pleasure in how you'd smile afterwards and lean into his lips, equally as happy as he was with you.

[lurkingshan]

A Brief History of Queer Representation in Modern Kdrama

Earlier this week, totally unrelated to Heesu in Class 2, @twig-tea and I were making a list of kdramas with proper queer representation, because Twig loves to track queer things and I love to make highly specific lists. In light of all the discussion around Heesu and its appeal to a mainstream kdrama audience, we thought it would be helpful to share as context for what Heesu’s creators set out to do, how it compares to Love in the Big City and its goals, and why both shows are so significant for those who are not as familiar with this media landscape. We wrote the below together (strap in, folks, it's a long one).

As always, let us be clear what we are talking about with this list. We’re only looking at modern mainstream kdrama, so this list is not inclusive of Korean queer cinema or QL dramas, both of which have a rich history of their own. And when we say queer representation, we mean canonically queer characters that are acknowledged as such in the text of the show, if not by saying the words, at least by openly acknowledging same sex attraction. If there’s anything we know about queer people on the internet, it’s that our community can read gay subtext into anything, but that’s not what we’re doing here. For this list we are only interested in depictions of LGBTQ+ people that are clear and spelled out for anyone watching a show.  In addition, for the purposes of this list we are talking about intentional inclusion of queer characters with a proper role in the story, not nominal nods to queer people existing (like every Hong Seok Cheon cameo in a drama), comedic gender bending without real reckoning with sexuality (ala The King’s Affection), use of queer people as the butt of a joke (glaring at you Vincenzo), queerness in psychosexual dreams to titillate and generate buzz (hiiiii Friendly Rivalry), or subtextual gay tension between two same sex actors who happen to have chemistry (waves hello to The Devil Judge). The point of this exercise is to chart the evolution of significant queer representation in kdrama—both good and bad—not to document every gay character that ever appeared for two seconds on screen. That said, while Shan has watched several hundred kdramas and Twig has tried to watch everything gay on the planet, it’s possible we missed something that should be here, so let us know if you think we did (though please do mind the criteria and don’t send us an impassioned essay about why Beyond Evil should count). 

With that, let’s begin our walk through of the last two decades of queer characters in kdrama. 

Coffee Prince (2007) 

Among the most famous dramas on this list, Coffee Prince kicked off queer rep in modern kdrama with a classic gender bender in which Go Eun Chan, a girl, pretends to be a boy for Reasons. But what made it stand out is that her love interest falls for her while he still thinks she’s a man and has a whole sexual identity crisis and bisexual coming out process. Choi Han Gyul (and Gong Yoo), you will always be famous! This show was sincerely groundbreaking, not only for depicting a male romance lead struggling with his sexuality, but also including lots of gender fuckery for the female lead. It’s still one of the most significant queer kdramas ever made.

Life is Beautiful (2010) 

This show is notable for how high it set the bar and how nothing has reached it since. Yang Tae Sub is our central character in this 63-hour ensemble family drama, and his arcs struggling with the closet, falling in love, coming out, commitment, and marriage (yes: marriage! In 2010!), are surprisingly realistic and touching without being too cliche. Kyung Soo and Tae Sub start as a casual hookup, and they have to recalibrate as their feelings change (and yes, they kiss on screen and the show is clear that they have sex throughout the series). They fight, they make up, and as their relationship deepens they have other problems in their lives they support one another through—their gayness is not the only or even the most interesting thing about them. It’s also notable that both of these actors (Song Chang Eui and Lee Sang Woo) were established kdrama stars before taking these roles. 

Secret Garden (2010)

This het romance features a side character (played by our beloved Lee Jong Suk) who is a young musical prodigy pursued for his talents by the second lead, a senior musician. Over the course of the story we learn that he’s gay and harboring feelings for his would-be mentor. His plot is minor, but he ends the story happy and successful in his career, if not in a relationship. It’s small scale representation in the grand scheme of things, but one of only a handful of decent depictions of a gay person in kdrama at that point.

Reply 1997 (2012) 

This wildly popular drama (at the time, it was one of the highest rated cable dramas in history) that spawned two follow-up iterations features a gay character, Joon Hee, who is in love with his long time best friend, Yoon Jae, and confides his feelings to their other best friend, Shi Won. Of course, this show is ultimately Yoon Jae and Shi Won’s love story, so Joon Hee does not get his happy romance ending, but his friends and the show treat him with kindness and compassion, and his character was well received by audiences. 

Reply 1994 (2013)

Similar to its predecessor, this drama featured a side character with a gay subplot, but this time it was more about questioning his identity. Bingguere is a character whose arc is all about his confusion and indecision, and that extended to his sexuality when he struggled to understand his attraction to the male lead. Ultimately, he moves past those feelings and we learn his partner in the future is a woman, and the drama doesn’t really clarify where his sexuality landed. It’s kind of weak in terms of explicit queer rep, but showing a man grappling with his sexuality in a very popular family drama still feels significant.

Seonam Girls High School Investigations (2014) 

While most of their content is limited to two episodes of this 14-episode high school drama, Eun Bin and Soo Yeon have, to our knowledge, the first lesbian kiss on Korean television, which earns them a place on this list. They are an established couple struggling with how their relationship is a risk for them (because it can be and is used against them). Their relationship doesn’t survive to the end of the series, but they are treated with compassion and their humanity is underscored by the narrative. They also spark an important conversation among the main characters about whether they should be helped because they’re gay, which was a little better intentioned than it was executed, but the show had the spirit. 

Perseverance Goo Hae Ra (2015)

In a show about aspiring musicians forming a group to take a second shot at stardom, Jang Goon (portrayed by solo idol Park Kwang Seon) is one of the core group members with a heartwarming arc about acceptance. His story is about his father coming to terms with him being an idol and being gay. He has a one-sided confession scene that is decently done, and the scene where his father accepts him knowing the truth (after having been outed against his will) is genuinely moving. It was also touching to see the girl who originally crushed on him support him once she found out about his sexuality. 

Hogu’s Love (2015) 

This drama was considered progressive for its time, as its core plot is about Hogu, a man who decides to support his first love when he finds out she is pregnant with someone else’s child. In addition to that, side character Kang Chul has an arc where he experiences attraction to Hogu and tries to sort out his feelings, considering whether he identifies as gay before ultimately deciding he does not. It’s not the best rep we’ve ever seen, but it was part of an interesting attempt by a drama to explore complicated social and identity issues.

The Lover (2015)

Lee Jun Jae and Takuya (played by Lee Jae Joon who was also in the gay film Night Flight (2014) and Takuya of jpop group CROSS GENE) are roommates in this series about four couples in an apartment building. Their story starts as a comedy, in which Jun Jae and Takuya end up in ship moments that are played off by the narrative as jokes and misunderstandings, but then they catch feelings for real. We see one of the characters struggle with his queer awakening and there is a happy ending. Using the actors’ real names was a choice, and led to some seriously disruptive RPF shipping; but it was refreshing to have an active idol not only play gay but in a romance with a happy ending. 

Prison Playbook (2017)

Another ensemble show with a queer side character; Loony, one of the main character Je Hyuk’s cell mates, is notable for his queerness not being used as a joke and not being the core of the character’s arc. Instead, this character struggles with addiction and how that affects his relationship, which is only incidentally gay. His story is moving and well developed, especially considering the size of this cast, but it doesn’t get a ton of screen time.

Romance is a Bonus Book (2019)

The queer rep in this drama is minor but overall positive, as we learn that the male lead Eun Ho’s ex-girlfriend, who he is still friendly with, ended their relationship because she fell in love with a woman. The show presents her as a lovely person who helps the female lead several times and is happy in her lesbian relationship, and we even get to see her with her partner briefly. A small win for sapphic representation in a very popular Netflix drama.

Moment at Eighteen (2019)

Jung Oh Je (RIP Moonbin) is a side character friend of the main lead. His sexuality becomes part of the plot when he is confessed to by a friend of the female lead, and he admits that he has a crush on the second male lead (Ma Hwi Young). While the characters in the show are mixed in their response, it’s clear the story is on the side of treating Oh Je with compassion. 

Be Melodramatic (2019) 

This is an ensemble show centered on a group of friends who move in together to support a grieving young woman, Lee Eun Jung, and one of the housemates is her younger brother Lee Hyo Bong, a gay musician with a long-term partner. He is a side character and his most significant plot is about supporting his sister, with his sexuality and relationship part of his characterization rather than an active story thread. It’s a positive depiction and the way his sexuality is presented as just part of who he is felt significant at the time. 

Love with Flaws (2019) 

Joo Won Suk (RIP Cha in Ha) is one of the FL’s older brothers, and while not the focus of the drama he gets his own fully developed arc, including the mentorship of queer side character Choi Ho Dol. The queer rep in this show covers suicidality, the loneliness of the closet, bullying, solidarity, and fear of parental shame. That makes it sound depressing, but it’s a hopeful story about the character moving out of depression and into self-acceptance, has one of the best scenes depicting gay acceptance from a father in any show, and both Won Suk and Ho Dol have a happy ending (including for their romance). 

Itaewon Class (2020)

The first drama on this list to feature a transgender character, Itaewon Class is about a group of social misfits trying to launch a restaurant on a trendy street in Itaewon. Ma Hyun Yi, a transgender woman saving money for her gender affirming surgery, is among the gang. Her story is not a big focus for the drama, but she gets a nice arc about coming into herself and gaining recognition for her talents as a chef, and the other characters always respect her identity. It’s pretty solid representation for a side character.

Sweet Munchies (2020)

This drama tries to tackle the problems of homophobia and appropriating queerness but misses the mark on both. The queer character in this show, Kang Tae Wan, is here to function as a driving force and conscience for the main male lead and female lead; he’s essentially the second lead but never had a chance (though he didn’t know it, since the main lead is pretending to be gay for clout). Tae Wan is a good character, but the narrative doesn’t care much about him or about queer people in general, it’s focused on how heterosexuals experience queerness. Not exactly amazing queer representation, whatever its intentions.

Run On (2020) 

This drama features both a gay character and an asexual character, both of whom are written respectfully and get proper coming out scenes. There is also some messiness around one of the main characters appropriating queer identity as a way to avoid the pressures of her patriarchy, and the drama knows she’s wrong for that. This was one of the first instances of a kdrama acknowledging queer people as a regular part of the world around us and not singular oddities, and it was nice to see multiple facets of queer representation in one show.

Mr. Queen (2020)

This gender bender retains its place on the list because the main character (a man who awakens in the body of a Queen during the Joseon dynasty) openly struggles with his gender dysphoria as well as what it means that he’s attracted to a man, and these struggles are present for the bulk of the show. The character also has sex with both men and women while in that body. It’s one of the better representations of gender swap and feels queer, even when the relationship on screen has the guise of heterosexuality. 

Mine (2021)

In this drama about ambitious women married to powerful men who struggle to break free from their constraints, one of the main characters reunites with her first love—another woman. The drama follows Jung Seo Hyun as she struggles to acquire the power she needs to live as she wants, and she ultimately achieves her goal, reuniting with her lover at the story’s end. It’s the first kdrama with a lesbian character in a major role who gets her happy romance ending. 

Move to Heaven (2021)

Despite only being featured in episode 5, this was a good story that garnered a lot of attention in a popular Netflix drama, so for cultural impact reasons alone it belongs on this list. We start the episode with Jung Soo Hyun’s death, but this is a show about finding closure after death, so for once this death doesn’t feel like bury your gays. This is a compassionate tragedy in which we see how fear held Soo Hyun back from his relationship with Ian Park while he was alive, but his belongings at death indicate he was getting ready to face his fear and move to the US to marry Ian after all. Through the main characters of the show, Ian gets the closure of knowing Soo Hyun loved him. 

Nevertheless (2021) 

Yoon Sol and Seo Ji Wan have a typical plot for side characters (they’re in the female lead’s friend group) with a friends-to-lovers arc that depicts the fear and frustration when both friends are closeted and uncertain about risking the friendship but reach the point where they can’t pretend anymore. Since they’re both women, this felt pretty radical. They got a good romantic arc and a happy ending, if not a lot of screen time.

Under the Queen’s Umbrella (2022)

In this sageuk, the fourth prince is living a double life, hiding away makeup and women’s clothing that they wear in secret. The character is depicted as trans, but given the setting, explicit language and modern terminology (including altered pronouns) are not used in this side plot. When the prince’s mother finds out, she supports her child to have an artist paint a portrait of their true self, and ultimately, the prince leaves the royal family to go live a more authentic life in isolation in a bittersweet resolution. 

A Time Called You (2023)

The queer rep in this drama comes in the form of a brief backstory montage for two gay characters, one of whom (Yeon Jun) is in a coma. We learn that he ended up in this state after getting into a car accident while in the process of confessing to the guy he mutually liked (Tae Ha), who was killed in the accident. From there, Yeon Jun’s body is taken over by a heterosexual character (it’s a whole time loop thing). This entry is mostly notable for featuring a high profile cameo from Rowoon playing Tae Ha, and unfortunately, for being a fairly textbook example of the bury your gays trope. In 2023!

Wedding Impossible (2024) 

This disaster of a drama purported to finally feature a gay character in a prominent role that drove the narrative—in a story about Do Han pretending to marry his longtime friend to avoid being forced to marry another woman—but Do Han ended up a minor side character in his own story when the show chose to focus nearly all its attention on his brother’s het romance. Worse, the other characters treated him terribly and the story blamed every problem on his sexuality. This show was straight up homophobic and it was a significant regression for queer depictions in mainstream Korean media. 

Bitter Sweet Hell (2024)

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Choi Doi Hyun (played by Park Jae Chan of Semantic Error) is the closeted son of the main character, struggling with how hiding his secret affects his school life and his relationship with his family. His story ends happily with Jun Ho in the US, which felt like a win after the above history with kdrama, but because his secret being his queerness is hidden for most of the story, we don’t get to see it inform the narrative much except in retrospect. 

Squid Game 2 (2024)

The most recent entry on our list features Park Sung Hoon as Hyeon Ju, a transgender woman who enters the life or death game at the center of this drama to earn money to move to Thailand and get gender affirming surgery. While her inclusion wasn't entirely groundbreaking, Hyeon Ju was a well-developed character with a sympathetic backstory who quickly became a fan favorite, notable given Squid Game's popularity and broad international audience. 

Bringing Better Queer Stories to Mainstream Drama Audiences

With all that context established, we have been contemplating how queer creators in Korea can reach a wider audience with their stories and ensure queer representation in kdrama is both more common and more authentic. We look to Love in the Big City and Heesu in Class 2 as a start, as we would argue that both shows exist in the gray space between mainstream kdrama and kbl. They both leverage kdrama style and structure to tell queer stories that include, but are not limited to, gay romances. They both had unusual distribution and battled to even get released and in front of an audience, with LITBC rushing its episodes out amidst public protests and Heesu sitting on the shelf for two years before being quietly released on a streaming platform. And they both had goals to reach an audience beyond the usual BL viewers, albeit with wildly different tones and themes in their stories. The BL audience is too niche to effect the social change that queer creators are seeking, and the limited runtime, genre tropes, and laser-focus on romance means it is harder to make wider social and cultural points in a BL story (it doesn’t hit the same when gay characters are treated as human in a story that takes place in the no homophobia BL bubble). And as we’ve seen from this walk through the past, there are real limits to queer representation that is not created by queer people or informed by their lived experiences.

As you can see from reviewing this list, these two shows were the first kdramas in well over a decade (after the only other example, Life Is Beautiful) to center on a gay main character whose journey drove the story, and they were doing this in the context of a media landscape that rarely elevates queer people beyond minor side plots, still regularly fumbles on respectful representation, and in which representation seems to be getting worse. Love in the Big City set out to show a young queer man’s life in all its glorious messiness. Go Young was not an easy character, and the show did not hold back on his flaws or shy away from either the joy or the struggle he found in his sexuality. Heesu is about a younger character and so his struggles are centered around coming of age and first love, but it similarly depicts a beautifully flawed young gay man coming to terms with himself and asks the audience to empathize with and care about him as his loved ones in the story do. Where LITBC uses a unique storytelling structure to draw in the viewer and highlight what makes Young’s life feel different, Heesu roots itself in familiar drama beats and queer-coded side plots in the hopes that the audience will see and be comforted by the familiar in Heesu’s world. 

Both of these stories, in their own way, speak to a mainstream audience and ask for queer existence and queer humanity to be acknowledged. And this does not make them problematic as queer works, because they accomplish their goals of speaking to a wider audience while still being true to queer experiences. Given how scant decent queer representation has been in kdramas over the last twenty years (consider the size of the list above against the fact that there are well over 1500 modern kdramas, and so few of the above listed characters are mains or even significant sides in these dramas), more shows like LITBC and Heesu are needed to bridge this gap. We sincerely hope they find the support they need to get made.

[baksuz-art]

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[georgiapeach30513]

Nothing You Could Do, Part 3

Summary: What do you decide?

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, very brief moment of a breeding kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.5K

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You don’t want to be dramatic, but there’s an empty aching hole in your chest ever since Steve left your apartment. You hurt. You miss your nose being petted. And the warmth of his body pressed against your back. While those thick arms squeeze you the right amount. He was comfort.

You haven’t budged an inch since he left. Weighing out your options, and honestly there’s only one thing that even remotely makes sense. But either way your world is going to be turned upside down. But the one way has you with Steve. The other has you left dealing with everything. Alone. Utterly alone.

It will get out who you are, and then you will be just the president’s whore. Your family will wear this shame deeper than you. Your mother will be so disappointed. Will cry that she knew you would go to DC and become a politician’s play thing. But you didn’t feel that way with Steve. And he wouldn’t have offered what he did offer. He is willing to take that shame, and make you his ‘wife’.

Steve is willing to buy you the clothes, give you a ring, take you with him as his fiance. But then you’re going to have to play the part. Would it be so bad? Obviously in front of people you would be the woman he is going to marry, but behind the scenes you would be dating him. And fucking. You like the fucking part. And the cuddles. You really like the cuddles. And the petting. He is a great petter.

And Steve is nice. He’s really nice, and sweet, and funny, and you hit it off immediately with him. So your two choices are to choose to not have him in your life, or maybe have a real relationship. Even though you’d be the president’s wife. That’s the scary part. You’d be the First Lady. You’re not even a lady. Much less the lady of the United States.

“Holy shit,” you sigh, throwing your head back. “I’m fucked either way,” but if you choose to keep him in your life, you actually get to fuck. And fuck him. And then the cuddles, and the giggles. It’s better than people being afraid to come near you since you’ve been with the president.

Vibrations from your phone take you out of your peaceful daydreaming of Steve’s head between your thighs, and you pick it up. Going cross eyed at all the notifications that immediately flood your phone.

“Fuck. Me,” you whine as your phone starts to blow up quicker than you could even respond. The news is out. Everyone has seen you kissing the future president of the United States. How the fuck did this happen?

You just ignore everything coming in, except one phone call. “Hey, mom.”

“Do you have something you need to tell me?”

“I got a manicure over the weekend. They’re pink, and I have some tulips painted on my ring finger,” your mother sighs on the other end. If she has something to say, she can say it. You truly don’t want to go right out and say it because you just can’t. This will hurt her. Hiding something like this will feel like stabbing her in the heart, “I also got a pedicure, but they’re all pink. What about you?”

“Really? That’s all?”

She sounds annoyed. You can’t tell her the truth because she wouldn’t understand that the future president has a godlike dick. You can't exactly admit you’re engaged because that is where the hurt will come in. “Umm, I’m no longer going to be working at the bar. Aren’t you proud of me?”

“Why aren’t you going to be working at the bar, hmm?”

Because you’re going to be working on your knees, sucking the president’s cock while he fingers you. “Umm…”

“Steve Rogers wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would he?”

“Uhh…” how the hell do you possibly bring this up. You need a lie, and need one really quickly.

“Honey, I saw you kissing our future president.”

“Were you in DC?” You gasp. She’s used to your antics.

“Don’t start with me young lady,” you sit up straight on your couch. She has that tone. “Why the fuck are you kissing the future president?”

“First of all, we don’t know if he’s the future president. Democracy and all. We gotta vote. By the way, make sure you vote for my boyfriend.”

“Ahhh!” You yank the phone so far away from your ear, allowing her to scream to her heart's content. “Are you pregnant?”

“No, I’m not pregnant!”

“Have you fucked him?”

“What an odd question to ask me about my boyfriend.”

“How big is his dick?”

“Eww. Not only is this highly inappropriate to talk about this with my mother, but it’s definitely got to be classified information. Homeland security and stuff,” he is big. Real big. He’s got big balls, which works out great for his line of work.

“That is not how homeland security works.”

“Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure that protocol says I can’t talk about Steve’s dick to random people. And may I remind you that you’re my mother. I don't want to discuss dicks of any kind with you,” she relents. Huffing out a bit of air. “Do you think I’m making a mistake?”

“Dating the president?”

“Presidential candidate. There is a difference.”

“How serious is this?”

Serious enough to walk around with a diamond ring on your finger and pretend to the world that you’re engaged kinda serious. “We’re still dating while he’s running for president.”

“Good point. He would only do that if you were serious, and he was — OH MY GOD! MY SON IN LAW IS GOING TO BE THE PRESIDENT!”

“Stop screaming!” Her voice immediately halts. You can’t process the fact that this could very well lead to marriage. Oh dear god…how did you feel about that? Do you like it? Are you confused? Yep, you’re extremely confused. Steve is great, and he’s great in bed. You usually get one or the other, you’d get both.

“I would very much like to meet him.”

“And I will have to get in touch with his security to make that happen,” your fingers play around with his card. As soon as you get off the phone with your mom, you’ll call him. There is no point in beating around the bush. He deserved to hear your answer.

“Are you going to have security detail?” fuck. It better not be his shadow Bucky. You can’t handle him right now. But yeah, you’re going to have to have someone with you at all times. Ugh.

“You know the answer to that question,” she hums, and you know she’s nodding her head. “I should really get going.”

“Why?”

“Uhh, Steve is going to take me shopping.”

“Probably for suitable clothing, hmm?”

“Yes, mom. I dress so poorly,” for his fiance, you do.

“Sweetheart, you can’t wear jeans when you’re walking next to the president.”

“He is not the president!” Yet. You googled him. Yet is the better word.

Your mom sighs dramatically. Drawing it out enough to make your eye twitch, “He will be. It’s almost a sure thing. He’s leading in the poll, and he’s one that has brought together everyone. He’s a good man for the country,” hopefully for you, too.

Hearing the serious tone in your mother’s voice makes you realize just how powerful Steve is. How loved he is. How she likes him for you, even if she doesn’t know him. But you do. You think you do. And now it’s now or never. “Mom, I really gotta go. I have to call Steve.”

“Honey, just remember who you are. Your life is never going to be the same. But remember who you are,” that is easier said than done. Judging by the nonstop vibrating of your phone, you know that your life is truly about to change.

The shadow of Bucky Barnes smirks as he looks at you. A new phone. Your phone and phone number were taken from you. Your social media is being scrubbed. Your body was searched. You had gone over the plan for you. Only a small circle of people know the truth of yours and Steve’s predicament. From this moment on you are his fiancé.

You’re the possible future president of the United States of America’s fiancé.

Holy shit.

“You look a bit flustered,” Bucky grins, watching you becoming more and more comfortable. “Is everything okay, Princess?”

“Don’t call me that,” you spit back. You don’t even get to go shopping. The clothes will be brought to you while they determine a color palette for you. Apparently it needs to be cool toned.

“That’s what Steve calls you.”

“Yeah, and Steve gets to be inside me,” the girl that is taking your measurements looks anywhere but at you, while the personal assistant or whatever she is tsks in your direction. She’s done that a lot. You constantly say the wrong things.

“Meadow,” Bucky coos, using his head to point at the women. “Learn to speak properly in front of mixed company. Especially when it comes to Steve’s extracurricular activity. Nobody wants to know what Congressman Rogers is doing behind closed doors.”

“He’s doing…”

“Eh eh eh,” he wags a finger at you. Me, you think silently. “Watch your quips. I am not them. Steve and I go way back. All the way back to children. But most people in his presence know him as Congressman Rogers, okay?” You respond by nodding your head. You can’t be you because you must be proper. With others anyways.

“When is Steve going to be here?” You don’t whine. But you’re not happy that you’re having to deal with these very nice women who know nothing about you, and you’re pretty sure they don’t think you’re good enough for ‘Congressman Rogers’.

“He had a meeting, and then he is coming here with the jeweler.”

“Jeweler?” Your eyebrow cocks up. You liked the sound of that.

“Yes,” he groans, leaning back in his chair. “The jeweler is fitting you with some very nice and lovely earrings, and of course your fiancé wanted to make sure you had the perfect ring,” the women giggle. Actually giggle, and smile up at you. “I know the two of you talked about it, and he of course proposed, but he just wanted to make sure you got the ring you truly wanted.”

“Yes. I almost forgot,” you sound ridiculous. “Am I always going to have to wear blazers, and pants?”

“No, for events you’ll have very lovely dresses,” Angie, Matilda, Janet, someone says. You can’t remember who is who. “But we’re working on your daily wardrobe. So how did you and Steve meet?”

Bucky clears his throat, awkwardly covering his eyes with worry on how you’ll respond. “The first time we met was at a bar,” he groans. That wasn’t the correct choice, obviously. “Both of us had long days. I didn’t even know who he was.”

“Imagine running into a bar for a quick drink, and meeting Steve Rogers. Was it a hotel bar?” You look up at Bucky who barely nods his head.

“Yeah. The Four Seasons. It’s kinda become our place,” they ooh, and ahh, and you realize that your blunder might not have been too bad. “And apparently I made such an impression that he had Mr. Barnes track me down. And he took me on a lovely first date picnic.”

“How did you guys go unnoticed?” One of the women almost claps as she smiles at you. Bucky with his stupid faces. You didn’t think about this.

“Umm, Mr. Barnes did his magic. I don’t ask questions.”

“And I don’t give details. Thank you, ladies. If you please, I need to take her to lunch. Thank you for your patience. If you can gather up some clothing options, and have it sent to Mr. Rogers place that would be fantastic.”

“Are you going to try the clothes on for the Congressman?” You smile nodding your head, but Bucky is already shuffling you towards the door. “We’ll make sure to have her clothes and undergarments sent to the house.”

“Undergarments won’t be necessary,” he nods again, placing a hand on your back as he guides you away.

“Bucky, I need undergarments,” you nearly snicker. Undergarments. So proper.

“Steve took the liberty of picking them out for you personally,” you audibly whimper, causing Bucky to turn to look at you with a smirk. His stupid faces. “He had that much of an effect on you?”

“We had that effect on each other,” Bucky nods, and you want to preen. So you did have an effect on Steve. “Am I allowed to be the real me in front of you? Or must I be proper?”

“Mixed company is not okay. But I am perfectly capable of handling your filthy mouth. Steve’s is worse, I’m sure,” oh, his is so much worse. Deliciously worse. “Nobody wants you to change. However, America doesn’t look kindly on knowing their president’s sex life. Best to just let them assume you’re having sex, and let their imagination do the rest.”

“Because he’s a hot candidate?”

“Yeah, Princess. He’s very favorable with the women just on looks alone,” Bucky opens the door to the outside for you, but you stand back. “Fucking horseshit,” he says under his breath before hooking his arm in yours, “Keep your head down, and don’t answer anybody.”

You do as you're told because this is well out of your pay grade. Photographers everywhere. Clicks, and screaming of your real name. You gulp knowing that your life has completely changed to a circus. Everyone knows you. They wanted to know more about you, and Bucky had seen to it that your social media was erased, and it’s acceptable as Congressman Rogers’ fiancé. Assured you that they’re protecting your family.

This is insanity, and all you can think about is his dick better be worth it. But imagining dealing with this without the aid of Steve’s staff. And Bucky. It would be a nightmare.

He pushes you into the car first before climbing in behind you, and slamming the door, “Fucking leeches. You okay?”

“Peachy.”

“It’s okay to not enjoy that. Nobody does,” what is there to like? People trying to shove a camera in your face, and ask invasive questions. When are you and Steve getting married? When are you having children? How is the wedding planning coming along? How is it any of their goddamn business?

“It’s weird. Everybody screaming your name.”

“Yeah, it never gets less weird. You just learn to tune it out, and ignore it.”

“Is this how things are always going to be?” He turns to look at you, shrugging with your comment. “I’ll spend more time with you than Steve?”

“No. You’ll be introduced to your own bodyguard, Yelena. And sometimes we’ll be in the presence of Steve’s VP, Sam Wilson.”

“Who is with Steve now?”

“Romanoff. And don’t get jealous of her,” her? “She isSteve’s bodyguard for the day, and she’s good at her job, and has a partner. But women feel inferior to her.”

“Why?”

“Because she's a badass,” easy enough. “Steve’s one of the most loyal people I know, okay?” You’re not sure why he’s telling you this. “You’re always going to hear a lot of ugly. A lot of conspiracies. And people always insert their opinions when they know nothing. Unfortunately people froth at the mouth over drama. People make shit up to try and create chaos, and sound like they know something when they don’t know anything. Just remember what you know.”

You point up at the driver of the car, and Bucky gives you a nod. He’s not mixed company, “I don’t know much, Bucky. It’s hard to trust my gut when I don’t really know the man,” he just nods in response. Clearly there isn’t much more to say. “Where are we having lunch?”

“At the house. You’ll have some time to eat and explore before Steve arrives. He’s prepared you with your own bedroom, but he does hope that you would join him in his.”

“Smooth,” Bucky only chuckles. “I feel like we’re living in the 1500s. The king is requesting you join him in his chambers for mounting and breeding.”

“I don’t think that’s what they said.”

“They might not have said it, but if the queen was having sex with the king it was for breeding purposes,” Bucky stares silently out of the front of the car, and you nod once, “Hmm,” he can’t argue with logic. But there would be no breeding. Just fun.

“By the way, there will be a doctor coming by tomorrow. This is a very delicate situation, but you need to be fully tested, and then your options for birth control will be spoken about.”

“Okay,” full health screening to make sure your pussy wasn’t diseasing the future president. And of course we can’t have unwanted babies.

“Are you on birth control?” You shake your head no. “Are you against it?” you shake your head no again. “He won’t make you do something you don’t want to, okay?”

“No, I think birth control is a great thing for both of us. We, umm…Steve has stamina.”

“I’m aware. And yes, if it’s something you are okay with, I think it would be a great option for you. Fucking like rabbits and all,” fucking like rabbits. Bucky can make jokes.

“You sound jealous.”

“Not quite, Princess.”

You don’t exactly glare at the reflection in the mirror, but you don’t exactly look at yourself lovingly. You get it. You understand it. Jeans and band tees couldn’t be your regular anymore. And you’re trying to keep a positive face, but dressing like a politician's wife is so boring! It makes you feel older than you actually are.

“I don’t know if I love that pant suit on her,” your eyes light up when you look at the man standing behind you. You know he’s not always going to be around. He’s busy trying to be the possible future president and all. But you also have missed him. “Katie, I think we can do something that doesn’t look quite so old, don’t you?”

“Of course, Mr. Rogers,” the red head says as she scurries away. You like Katie. But you don’t like her looking at your fiance the way she did.

“Did I overstep?”

“No, it was a horrid pant suit.”

“Horrid?” He laughs, and walks up behind you. Pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, “I expect that potty mouth to come out when we’re alone, but you don’t have to speak with a nearly British accent.”

“Whatever do you mean, Mr. Rogers?”

He gives your ass a pinch over the marm-ish pant suit, “Don’t call me that. It’s Steve, unless we’re alone.”

“And then you want me to give you doe eyes, Mr. President?”

“Yes, I do. Especially if you crawl on your knees towards me, like you did the other night. Who taught you how to put a condom on so sexily?” He really liked that gesture. So submission is a big thing for him. Good thing you enjoyed it as well.

You bite on your lip, starting to answer before Katie returns, “I brought some other samples, Mr. Rogers,” Steve gives her a nod, and walks over to a chair. He makes himself comfortable, and smiles at the two of you. Waiting for you to get undressed. “Mr. Rogers, you want to wait outside?”

“Not in particular. I have seen Miss Meadow in various forms of undress,” Steve winks towards you, and holds a finger over his mouth. Did he see Katie check him out, and know that you didn’t like it?

“Is there a reason you call Miss Landon, Meadow?” Steve shrugs. His brow cocks up when you bend over to remove the pants. “This isn’t the usual…”

“And I’m not going to be told what to do, Katie. My fiance and myself are very open with one another, and clearly she wants my input on the outfits. I won’t hear anything further about the matter, okay?” She gives him a curt nod, and turns towards you to help you dress.

Her movements are much quicker now that he’s here. Wanting you to cover yourself up before Steve can get a sneaky peek at the lingerie that he picked out specifically for your body. It’s nice. So were the others, but you weren’t particularly comfortable with trying on outfits in front of Katie with those on.

No, some of the lingerie that Bucky told you Steve picked them out himself are risqué to put it mildly. Cheeky bastard. He had an obsession with seeing you in lace.

“Mmm,” Steve groans, and Katie looks back at him. “I don’t like that. Katie, she’s not a near death First Lady. I know she needs to be demure, but we can do better, yeah?” Katie takes a deep calming breath before walking away again. “I won’t let anyone have you dress like my mother.”

“You sent her away to stare at me in my bra and panties,” turning around you stare at him head on, and he just shrugs. “So you admit it?”

“That I enjoy seeing the woman who gave me the best sleep of my life, the best orgasms of my life, and someone I find to be adorably cute while clothed with nothing on but some rather nice, expensive, and beautiful lingerie?” You roll your eyes, turning back around. His eyes immediately go to your ass, and you give him a little shimmy. “Yes, Princess, I do quite enjoy seeing you in lace. Are all the clothes she’s put you in so senior citizen?”

“Nope. I actually like a few of the blouses and slacks. It’s these pantsuits that she thinks I should wear. They’re not sexy.”

“No, but those panties are.”

“Steve! Be serious. Do I get a say in my wardrobe?” Steve nods his head. “I want to look well dressed of course, but still have a fun and sexy edge.”

“I concur. Wouldn’t you agree, Katie?” She only nods, handing over a pair of trousers with straighter legs. You pull them up your legs, and smile looking in the mirror. “Is that better, Princess?”

“So much better,” Katie hands over the shirt, and you smile even larger when it goes on, and then she helps you with the jacket. “Okay. Now, if I have to wear a pantsuit. This is what I like.”

“Great. Katie, I think with the few outfits that she has you can surely get together a rack to have brought here, right?” She nods. She’s much less talkative with Steve around and taking control. “Great. Also, there’s going to be a state dinner. Gather up some gowns for my fiance,” he looks you up and down as you change out of your worthy pant suit. “We should make it white.”

“White?”

“Yes. Lots of white in her color palette.”

“May I ask why?”

Steve slowly licks his lips as he watches you. As a stylist, she should know why. “To prepare the public for our upcoming…nuptials,” Steve tries to hide his snort to no avail and Katie looks at him quickly.

“By the way, why isn’t she wearing a ring?”

“It’s being sized. I was a terrible boyfriend, and didn’t know her size. Come on,” he wiggles a hand towards you, and you practically skip towards him, suited back in your jeans and t-shirt, “Katie, see to it that she has a wardrobe filled with clothes, and a rack of suitable white gowns.”

Steve leads you further down the hallway, and up a flight of stairs. His movements are too quick for your legs. He’s dragging you through this mansion before he stops at a landing, and his thick arms cage you to the wall, “I know that you have your own room, but say you’ll stay in mine tonight?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Just how big of a ring am I getting?”

“Oh, it’s like that?” You shrug. You honestly didn’t care how big of a ring you were getting. This ring didn’t actually mean anything. It’s not like he’s going to actually propose. And maybe it’s silly, but you should get something out of this besides sex. “The rings will be sent in the morning, and we can look at them. There’s some that are quite large and worth even more.”

“You’re from money?”

He clicks his tongue at you. Nothing condescending, his tone is playful, “You’re not supposed to ask about things like that. And not really. I’m what people call new money. My father became a very wealthy businessman, even though we were a bit under middle class until I was eight. I know this is a weird situation, and I want you to enjoy yourself and make the most of it. And I’m very grateful for you doing this.”

“I didn’t have too much of a choice though.”

“You did. I would have done what I could to protect your identity,” but reporters and people would constantly hound you, and call you awful names. You know the drill. You’ve had every thought imaginable, and where you’re at right now made the most sense. “We don’t have to have a business arrangement. When I take you out, I really want it to be a date and get to know you.”

“Really?” Something about that statement makes your heart sore. You love hearing him say that it’s not just an arrangement.

“Really. I’ve got to show you something,” he says, pulling you along the hallway.

He stops in front of a doorway, and you stare up at him shaking your head, “Bucky already showed me that this is your room, and just how to get here from my room.”

“Did he show you this?” He opens the door, and on the bed is the most delectable looking spread of different charcuterie boards.

“Did your mother ever tell you not to eat in bed?”

“We’ll eat in here, and sleep in your bed then.”

“But your bed is so much bigger!”

“Then hope in Cinderella before you turn into a pumpkin,” cheesy. And it’s cute, and it gets you. “I do have us some pajamas.”

“Matching pajamas!” They’re laid out on the bed as well. He’s so cute, “They’re not even sexy?”

“As much as I would like to sink into your body again, why don’t we dial it back tonight. You’ve had a very long day, and I feel like we’re doing things in reverse. We’ll watch a cheesy romcom, eat from these fancy boards, drink wine and champagne, talk in our not sexy pajamas, and actually get to know each other.”

He’s smooth. He’s very sexy, and he’s really cute. “This could really work, Steve?”

“I’d like for it to,” he agrees, starting to remove his clothes. “Don’t look at my ass with your wandering eyes. Because then I’m going to want to bend you over every surface of this mansion.”

“If you get elected can I suck your dick in the Oval Office?”

“Princess, if I get elected, I’m going to have you laid back on the desk, and I’m going to pump into you so deep and hard that your eyes will roll back into your skull, okay?”

“Is that a threat?” Hopefully he’s going to be fucking his seed into you. Nope. You didn’t say that. But then again, you’re protected now. He could.

“No, that is a promise. Now put on your unsexy matching pajamas with me, and let's eat dinner, shall we?” He pulls the shirt over his head, and starts backing up towards his bed. “I should warn you that I get hot when I sleep and usually wind up nude.”

“I should tell you I do the same thing,” he smirks, watching you get undressed. “And I should let you know that I get very horny in the middle of the night.”

“How convenient, so do I.”

“Maybe if you wake up horny, you should wake me up.”

“Maybe you should do the same. Now get in this bed, and so I can eat you. With you,” they say the slip of tongue is because it’s what you really want to do.

“Looks like we have a dessert board. You don’t need to eat me.”

“Don’t. Tempt. Me.”

“I’ll do that later,” the banter with Steve is still there. Thankfully it wasn’t a fluke, and you’re still having fun and being flirty with him.

“Get in the damn bed, and quit being cheeky. I’m trying to be a good man,” you’ll leave it be for now. Champagne makes you horny. Steve makes you horny. Him being sweet does something to you though. You’re not going to argue. You’re going to enjoy sitting on this bed, eating, drinking, and watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. But later, you will tease him. And you’ll get exactly what you want.

You flip over to your side, and snuggle more into Steve’s chest. He lets out a bit of a rumbled moan, but his eyes and soft snores continue. To say that tonight was unexpected would be somewhat untrue. You knew the moment you met Steve that you had this cute connection.

He just understands your humor. Who he is with you, and who he is for the world are different. Not vastly different, but more raw with you. You understand why he has to change for the world. But it’s special that he reserves a very special playful spot for you.

A place for you and him to shamelessly flirt and cut up. You learned so much useless information about him. His favorite color is blue, but he’s cheesy and likes to say it is red, white, and blue. His favorite song is Welcome to the Jungle, but his campaign song is Eye of the Tiger. He was extra cute when you couldn’t stop laughing at him. His cheeks got all rosy, and he’d bashfully look away from you.

People didn’t see this shy guy. No, they see this powerful man of all men that commands a room. And maybe one day the country. It’s a daunting thought. That in some way, just being his fiance, campaign friend, whatever, you’re part of American history. There will be pictures of you everywhere.

You look back at Steve, and run your finger down his nose. He’s cute when he sleeps. The pants and shirt of his pajamas were thrown into the floor, and you only wear the top and panties now. As new as the two of you are, you like him. It’s too soon to say you like like him. Like him enough to claim him as your fiance.

What the fuck did you get yourself into? Playing the fiance of the future president, and possibly soon would have to be the wife of him. How far was this going to go? Or could it transpire into something really real? That’s what you hope. You hope that you like him enough to not just make it work, but give it a real go at it.

“You’re staring at me,” Steve grumbles out, but his eyes don’t open. Thankfully he’s pulling you out of your thoughts.

“No, I’m not.”

One eye opens, and he peers at you. His mouth quirks up. You don’t even try to look away. “Tell me that lie again, Princess.”

“You know I’m staring at you.”

“You like what you see?”

“What’s not to like about this sexy almost naked man that’s in the bed with me?” He closes his eyes again, stretching out a bit more. His hand moves over your body, and his fingers tickle over your skin. “Does America know that you have an eagle tattooed on your titty?”

“No,” Steve keeps his answer short and sweet. “You know, you did promise me that you wake up horny. So if you don’t want to talk some more, I have a place you can sit.”

“Oh, you do?” He nods his head, smiling with his eyes still closed. “Should I tell you that I passed my test?”

“What test?”

“My STD test. I’m all clean.”

”That’s amazing, honey,” his voice is almost mocking. The both of you knew you’d pass that test. It’s comforting to know he believed and trusted you with that.

“And, I have this thing clamped onto my cervix that prevents me from spawning any of your children too early,” both his eyes fully fly open. “Got your attention.”

“You just offered yourself up on a platter for me,” your head leans back, and you start chuckling so hard. As smooth as he can be, he’s honestly a giant dork sometimes. “What?”

“Why yes, Mr. President, I am letting you know that I am free and clear of anything that could harm you, and I am safe from making the babies,” he looks just like a little boy as he smiles at you. Reaching towards your body, he pulls you over to him. Coaxing you to straddle him.

Reaching between your legs, you grip the base of his cock, pulling aside your panties as you lower slowly onto him. Remembering his aching stretch that he gives you as you sink lower and lower. “And Steve?”

“Hmm,” he answers breathlessly, pulling at your shirt. You wonder exactly when he pulled his briefs down to free himself, but you’ll ask about that later.

“This may not be the most traditional of relationships, but I won’t have you fucking other women. I will give you the respect of only being with you, and I expect the same from you. Whether people are watching or not. You’re my fiance.”

“Possessive?”

“Yes,” you answer without hesitation. You haven’t moved over his body. You’re just impaled by his cock, and resting on your knees. “I am yours, and you are mine. Understood?”

“I think so,” your hands shoot forward quickly, and you snatch up his nipples. Giving them a squeeze, you twist. “Ow!”

“There’s no thinking, Steven. I think we have a real chance. We’re stuck in this situation, but I want you to act as if we’re dating, because that is how I’m treating this. Publicly we’re engaged. In this bedroom, you’re my boyfriend. Understood?”

“Yes, Princess Grace, I understand,” releasing his nipples, you press your hands on his chest instead. Giving yourself the leverage you need to move over top of him. “So I can tell Bucky we’re dating?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“He likes you, you know.”

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Stop talking about Bucky when I’m fucking you,” he gives you a head nod, and starts pulling at your shirt again. Getting it fully off your body when he looks down at the panties. “What?”

“You’re a pro at moving them to the side, but can I suggest a new rule?”

“What’s that?”

“No more panties in the bedroom,” seems fair enough. He reaches to your hips, and rips the brand new pretty lingerie at both sides before sliding it between your legs. Freeing you completely of clothes while he gazes at you. “You really are pretty. So we’re giving this a real go?”

“Mhmm,” you respond. You maneuver your body to a squatting position, and bounce over him. Moving on top of him like you own him. And this part of him, you do. He is yours. You are his. You’re going to date this fine, funny, geeky, adorable man. You’re going to ignore the world around you when you’re alone with him.

You’re going to act every bit the part of his First Lady. You’re going to hold your head up high, wear the right clothes, smile at the appropriate times, talk with the people on your team to get your speaking points right, you’re going to be what he needs you to be for the world.

But in this bedroom, you’re going to control him, and let him control you. You’re going to let your walls drop, and open up with him. You’re going to forget about everything in the past, and all the shitty boyfriends you had, and just be with him. He is worth it. And you are worth it. The two of you are definitely worth it.

You’ve never connected to a human quite like you did with him. You’ve never been so comfortable in the first meeting. Never wanted to lick the sweat off a man’s chest, and yes, crawl across the floor to some man before. You’ve never thought about doing what you’re doing right now, and all for some man. And his dick.

“My god, you’re amazing, Princess,” he groans below you. Fingers tightening on your hips. He’ll leave a bruise, but those bruises will remind you what you have when you’re not in front of people. Having him on your hip, while he’s the ever present gentleman to the world. They’ll never know just how nasty this man can be. Or how cute he is right before he starts to come.

It’s late. Tomorrow is an even longer day than today, and you haven’t made your official public appearance by his side. Just the secret paparazzi photos, and the few today. Nothing of the two of you together, or how he’s going to swing things to make the public love you, and trust him again.

You move so quickly over his body, you see him tense up in his chest. He’s so pretty when he holds off an orgasm just for you. “Steve, let go.”

“You haven’t come.”

“I’m right there. Let me feel your warmth, and I’ll meet you on the other side,” there’s something about your raspy voice that has his body soaring. Unable to hold anything off any longer. His entire body seizes, and his mouth makes the most perfect ‘O’, and his eyes clench close.

His cum shoots into your womb, and you swear you feel like you're flying as the most beautiful orgasm overcomes your body. Your velvety walls flutter around him, and milk every drop from his dick, and your body relaxes as your heaving chest presses up against his. “I can get used to that, Mr. President.”

“Is it a bad time to give you the ring I picked out?”

“Huh?” Bonelessly you sit up and stare at him confused. “What did you say?”

“You can pick whatever you like, but I did pick out a ring for you. I don’t want to propose. It seems informal.”

“Steve,” you gulp, and he turns to look at you. How do you tell the man that you’d prefer the ring he wants to give to you only be if he really wants to push this to a legal and binding marriage? Something directly coming from him should mean something.

“Okay,” he responds, kissing on your forehead. “I think I get it. I’ll save it for another time. We’ll pick one out together tomorrow, yeah?”

“Thanks,” it’s not that you don’t want to receive it from him. But you want it to mean something when it’s from him. He took the time to pick out a ring he wanted to see on your finger. That’s special.

“Get some sleep, Princess. We’re only just beginning,” and didn’t you know it.

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SUITED UP.ᐟ - KENTO NANAMI

“Is this really necessary?”

He’s bent on one knee fixing the edges of your newest dress suit like a fussy stylist. Tailored just to your shape and height, snug where it needs to be. Never mind the perfectly fine suits still unworn from the last time he’d gotten some tailor made. Blues matching blues, sandy hues matching sandy hues. Nothing screamed ‘married coworkers’ like tacky matching outfits, right?

It’s so out of character that it still has your head spinning because this isn’t even the first matching set he’d done. The last time could be written off, navy and black suits were common work attire colors – but the pinstripe? The pocket squares that match his ties?

It’s your third matching outfit of this quarter, you’ve officially ran out of excuses to tell yourself.  “Baby, everyone’s gonna look at us crazy again.”

He hums, like he’s only half-listening, too busy smoothing out a non-existent wrinkle near your shoulder. "But you said you liked this colour.”

“On you, yes. I love this colour on you.” The comment had not at all been an invitation to drag you into his antics.

“And I like it on you.” Nanami rises to full height to fiddle with the lapels of your suit, thumbing the smoothness of the expensive fabric, lifting his gaze to you. “You weren’t against the fitting.”

“The fitting that you filled me in on when we were already 2 minutes to the place?”

“Minor details.” He says in return, waving a hand in an empty motion before dipping to kiss your forehead. “Looks perfect. Look.” His hands lower to skim the edges of the suit that taper at your waist, spinning you to face your reflection. “Should’ve started doing this sooner, honestly.”

Despite your apparent disinclination, you can admit (grudgingly!) that the fits looked good together. Not the exact same shades this time, but complimenting each other embarrassingly well – almost like puzzle pieces that are made to fit together. You catch him eyeing you in the mirror, all sharp-eyed, smile satisfied in a way that makes your stomach do a little flip. “Does this make you that happy?”

“Oh, extremely. I’m elated. You look beautiful.”

Keep-work-and-personal-life-private Nanami, mind you. Over-the-top displays are tacky Nanami, mind you. Polite and professional Nanami that now looks at you like you hung the moon yourself.

You wonder if your past self would look at you like you had two heads if you told her that you’d be married to the intimidating man that had sat across from you in your first meeting working for the company. That he’d someday put a shiny ring on your finger, custom made based on things you’d brought up in passing. That he’d be fitting you in suits matching his with no care for how ‘corny’ it might seem.

“You’re so silly,” you huff, turning to face him again, own hands lifting to toy with his tie, tightening the knot, “What happened to the man that hated tacky displays?”

"He married you," Kento says without missing a beat, shrugging. Lengthy fingers find your waist, tugging you in until your chest bumps his. "and now he has far better things to prioritize." His head dips to bump your forehead against his lightly, "Plus, it's not corny when we do it."

You huff out a breath, fighting the building heat in your cheeks as you pick at invisible lint on his shoulder. Suit’s far too new, too crisp to even have a singular ball of lint but it helps with the bashfulness that had washed over you. “So silly.” you repeat, biting the soft inside of your cheek to stop your growing smile. “I miss boring Nanami.” Though, he hadn’t ever really been boring, not really. Maybe more reserved, stoic – but never boring. He entertained you plenty, you seemed to like his humor and antics far more than anyone else. You wonder if you should’ve taken the whimsical little cheetah tie as a sign.

His hand smooths down your head in a soothing gesture like some small, pitiful creature. “I think you’re lying to yourself.”

Which, you are, of course. You secretly love the corny matching suits that he gets for you and how they’re practically a way to stake claim. How it’s his way of showing you off in a…not so subtle way. He also just likes seeing you in suits, quite a bit. It’s cute – not that you’d tell him that. “Perhaps.”

Your chin presses up against the front of his suit jacket, head tilted up just enough to look at him, “Is this going to be a common occurrence? Will we be matching socks and shoes soon as well?” “Oh, definitely not.” he says in answer, idle hands tugging at your jacket to settle it, smoothing it out just one more time. “That’s going a bit too far, a little tacky.”

Drawing the line at matching socks and shoes but not at entire matching suits…never a dull moment with him, really. “Far, far too tacky. just the worst, I agree.”

“Exactly, we’re on the same page here.” he hums, “There are limits.”

Matching briefcases would be cute, though.

a/n: never opening pinterest again! nanami in a suit isn't good for my health.

[khrystalsnow]

February to April Jungkook Reading List

🤠Oh hey guys~ long time no see🤠~

I was totally supposed to post a list 2 months ago but i got really busy with school and work SO PLEASE DON’T KILL ME🫣But this reading list is long to make it up. These are the fanfics that got me through the semester, or more like my escape 90% of the time from doing my school work so i hope you guys enjoy it and much love to all of the authors💗

I have also reread a bunch of fics from my past reading list, so you guys can check those out as well!

LEGEND

Fluff - 🌸

Smut -🌹

Angst - 🥀

Crack- 🍄

All Time Favourite - 🌺

-------------------------------LETS BEGIN---------------------------------

ONE SHOTS

Entropy by @youthguk 🌹

“The universe tends towards chaos”

One-shot | college AU | fuckboy!JK

That Night of Graduation by @smartkookiee 🌹🌸 🌺

After a stupid game of Truth or Drink you are convinced into telling everyone about the time you and Jungkook hooked up together the night of college graduation. A missed connection that you and Jungkook hadn’t even talked about. Bringing up some unexpected feeling that you hadn’t realized had been lingering between the two of you

One-shot | friends to lovers | post college story | right person wrong time | good ending

Truth or Dare: Kiss a Friend by @dailynnt 🌹

During the game Truth or Dare, Jungkook kisses you so hard that you can’t think of anyone else but him. But it doesn’t seem to mean anything to him. To forget about him, you start talking to someone else, but Jungkook won’t let anyone take his place

One-shot | Friends to lovers | possessive!JK | unspoken desires

Jungkook’s realization by @champagnevi 🌸

How jungkook realized that he's in love with OC

Carefree by @guksfairy 🌸🥀

y/n is a member of STRLIGHT which has five members but they’re not mentioned much, y/n is under Wonijin Entertainment and JK is under Hybe, JK is head over heels for y/n

we ride by @v-eee 🌸

new neighbor offers you a ride

The Monogamy Monologues by @kpopfanfictrash 🌹🥀 🌺

The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Man’s Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the club’s mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend. (Part of The Rich Man’s Crochet Club series)

-> The Virgin Volume 🌹🥀

It takes place before RMCC and is the story of how Jungkook lost his virginity.

nothing like us by @focusonkayjay 🌸 🥀

To help you escape the relentless barrage of blind date requests and the unsettling advances of a creep in the office, your arch-nemesis, Jungkook, boldly declares during a company holiday retreat that you’re in a relationship with him—an audacious statement that couldn’t be further from the truth. Stunned and confused, you’re certain that your rivalry with him is far from anything resembling love. Yet, as the retreat progresses, you start to question whether the "fake" in this "fake relationship" is truly present in the room with you.

enemies to lovers | fake dating | corporate employees

shot glass full of tears by @focusonkayjay 🌸🌹🥀

When your beloved cat suffers a small injury, you're left with no choice but to call your ex-boyfriend, who just so happens to be a veterinarian. But when you see Jungkook for the first time in five months, the weight of the past comes crashing down and suddenly, you’re left wondering if walking away from him was the biggest mistake of your life. Meanwhile, Jungkook, desperate for a second chance, sees this as the moment he's been waiting for and with a heart full of lingering feelings, he’s determined to set things right and show you the love you truly deserve—if only you’ll let him.

veterinarian!jungkook x cat mom!reader | exes to lovers

D&D by @aajjks 🌹🍄

There is a lot to deal with whenever your horny roommate ends up drunk as fuck

roommates!JK and reader

we fight by @v-eee 🌸🥀

a petty fight turns into three days of stubborn silence

miss taken. by @junghelioseok 🌸🌹

you pride yourself on being a professional, but sometimes your students' parents really test your patience.

teacher!au | single parent!au |enemies to lovers

historic moments by @moyochu 🌸

“no one’s going to believe we’re together anyway, you’re the super strict history teacher and i’m the chill biology teacher that brings my pets to class”

teacher!au

pour some sugar on me by @yoonia 🌹

Being stuck in the kitchen of your aunt’s bakery late at night is the last thing you had in mind when it came to preparing for Valentine’s day. Although, being stuck with your archenemy, and the most overbearing person you have ever known, teaching you how to bake your aunt’s secret recipe is the exact opposite of what you’d ever have in mind. As the kitchen grows hot, however, you cannot tell whether it’s from the ovens or if it’s something else burning between the two of you. As the night progresses, you cannot help but wonder which one would melt first once you are done. The frostings? Or you?

enemies to lovers au | Baker!yoongi and Baker!reader

the spins by @here2bbtstrash 🌹

you discover a new side to your former lab partner, frat wonder boy jeon jungkook, when you confess to him the one thing no man has ever been able to make you do

frat boy!jungkook | reader's first partnered orgasm | SMUT

Sweet Inhibition | Park Sunghoon by @scorpieuns 🌹

you know what they say, never answer a call from your boss when you’re drunk off your mind—oh, and never tell him that he desperately needs to get laid

office au

Walk You Home by @angellesword 🌸🌹🥀

general!jungkook x medical practitioner!reader

Hold on to me by @kooklovee 🌸🌹🥀

Your husband forgets your second anniversary. What starts as disappointment and heartbreak soon spirals into doubt—about your love, your marriage, and whether he even sees you anymore. But when Jungkook realizes his mistake, he’s willing to do anything to prove that his love has never wavered. Can he make it up to you, or is it already too late?

CeoHusband!Jungkook x Wife!Reader

Lunch Break by @borathae 🌸🌹

“Min Yoongi is many a thing in your life. Coworker, superior, best friend and beloved long-term boyfriend. Yes, that’s right. You are dating your boss. It’s a lot easier than it sounds. You get to live together, get to go to work together and get to spend lunch break together. Problem is, Yoongi decided to wear his pretty blue button-up today and this shirt has a rather lethal effect on you. Thankfully, he has his own private office.“

coworkers!AU | established relationship!AU | office romance!AU

SERIES

before we shatter by @caramelkoo 🌸🌹🥀

dating an idol is fun, they said. having a family with one is fun, they said. Until you're falling face forward because of your reality. A reality where Jungkook dreams of a future and a reality where your own future is collapsed.

established relationship | idol!jungkook | mentions death of a loved one | cheating (not by the main characters)

webbed heartstrings by @focusonkayjay 🌸🌹🥀

For as long as you can remember, Jungkook has been the biggest flirt when it comes to you. Despite being the campus heartthrob with a trail of admirers and girls dying for his attention—his focus has always, inexplicably, been on you. You wouldn’t exactly call yourselves friends, not with the way he shamelessly flirts and constantly pushes your buttons, but there’s no denying the way he gets under your skin, making your heart race in ways you wish it wouldn’t. When you finally give in, after enduring his endless date requests and ridiculous antics, you expect something special, maybe even something perfect. What you don’t expect is to be left disappointed and hurt in a way that blindsides you. Little do you know, Jungkook’s time is split between charming you and saving the city. And while you’re questioning everything, Jungkook is desperate to prove that his feelings for you have always been real, even if his reality is anything but ordinary.

spiderman/campus heartthrob! jungkook x reader

Your Universe by @muniimyg 🌹🍄🥀

Regretting rejecting oc, min yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again

basketball captain!yoongi x preschool education major!OC | tsudereyoongi x sunshine OC

Chess of Ice by @jimlingss 🌸 🥀 🌺

Jeon Jungkook is a rising star, aka. hockey captain of a team heading for the Olympics. The last thing he expects is to begin a whole 'nother sport, holding a broomstick in his hands, sweeping the ice and throwing dumb stones towards a target. As if that wasn't bad enough, his love life is about to turn into a game of chess as well... and you're his opponent.

Sports!AU

Perfect Plan by @joons-cinnamon-bun 🌸🌹🥀

Life has a funny way of throwing you off course. After enduring the heartbreak of infidelity, you find yourself diving headfirst into meticulous planning, determined to control every detail of your life. But on your 29th birthday, you realize things haven’t unfolded quite as you imagined. So, in a bold attempt to take back control, you craft a new plan: have a baby. And who better to ask for help than the one constant in your life —your close friend Namjoon? Drama ensues.

friends to lovers | friends with benefits?

ON-GOING

Something about you by @ahundredtimesover 🌸🌹🌺

You and Jungkook have been friends for a decade. And while he’s the charming and dependable, often reserved boy-next-door, he’s also just been a friend - a constant in your life, a part of a whole, and someone who’s seen all the flawed and probably unattractive sides of you

Friends!au | vacation!au | PE teacher!JK and researcher!OC

Point of View by @muniimyg 🌸🍄🥀

a collection of slow-burn moments

The price of desire by @dreamersparacosm 🌸🌹🥀

What starts as business turns into something far more dangerous; it’s a game of seduction and sabotage, of whispered secrets and stolen moments. He wants more than carefully curated press releases and polite smiles. He wants you. And he doesn’t care what it costs

Miniseries | idol!jk and corporate girl boss!reader | 'we shouldn't but we can't stop' trope | enemies to lovers ish | grumpy girl boss x cocky idol

The Jeons by @justarkive 🌸🌹🥀 🌺

a collection of chaotic familly drabbles

family!au | non-idol JK

Parasocial by @youthguk 🌹🥀

Everyone in your circle knew that where there was you, Jungkook wasn't far behind. It was just your natural state of being - together. Your relationship had this beautiful, messy way of coloring outside the lines of typical friendship. But somewhere between algebra homework and growing pains, his protective streak went from "adorably concerned" to "intensely involved in literally everything."

best friends with benefits | childhood friends | cheating | toxic dynamics

Every Breathe You Take by @focusonkayjay 🌸🌹🥀 🌺

Nine years ago, an argument tore apart the unshakable bond you shared with your childhood best friend of 15 years, Jeon Jungkook, leaving behind scars too deep to ignore. Now, nine years later, unforeseen circumstances have brought you back to your hometown, Busan from Seoul, and fate forces you to reunite with him.

Sharing the same tight-knit friend group means constant, unavoidable encounters with Jungkook... each one stirring up unresolved tension, bittersweet memories and... regret. Torn between the idea of mending what was broken or keeping your distance, you also carry a dark secret: the real reason you’ve returned to Busan, a truth you’re determined to keep hidden at all costs.

restaurant owner!jungkook x model!reader | childhood friends to enemies (kind of) to lovers | slow burn

stuck with you by @focusonkayjay 🌸🌹🥀 🌺

Jungkook’s a hopeless romantic—emphasis on hopeless more than romantic. From the moment he first laid eyes on you, he swore he heard bells chiming, like the angels from above were giving him a cosmic nudge. But he’s always been the awkward, nerdy guy—the one who blends into the background—while you? You felt like a dream way out of his league. Fate, however, had other plans and now, you’re his roommate and living with you—in all your effortless glory—is equal parts chaos and heaven. The only challenge? Keeping his ever-growing feelings in check. That is—until a cocky fuckboy with not-so-pure intentions sets his sights on you, and suddenly, just loving you from the sidelines might not be enough.

computer sci major!jungkook x econ major!reader | shy/nerdy!jungkook x popular/influencer!reader | college au | roommates au

All This Time? by @jimxnslight 🌸 🥀

Another day, another boyfriend caught cheating. You’re hardly surprised, but before you can even process another one of many betrayals, your best friend Jungkook offers a solution: a blind date. The twist? The guy Jungkook has in mind might not be a stranger at all.

friends to lovers

ego season by @sparklingchim 🌹🥀

your ex-high-school crush is now your fuck buddy. you just gotta make sure that your older brother taehyung, jungkook's best friend, doesn't catch you red-handed.

hockey player!jungkook x rich girlie!OC | college au | friends with benefits | brother's best friends

Heartweave by @chrrybbmb 🌸

... in which jungkook realises his heart is caught in your web

spiderman!jungkook | cringefail!jungkook | both are in denial of their feelings

Sexy Disasters With Feelings by @kooppss 🌹

Jungkook is your roommate. Did everyone tell you it’s a bad idea? Yeah. Did you still think you could handle it? Yep. So here you are, trying to keep your promise that 'you’ll never fuck another fuckboy again.' Good luck with that.

I hate you, I think? by @cosmorice 🌸🌹🥀

CEO!Jungkook and you have an odd relationship filled with tension and chaos; but is it hatred he truly has for you?

CEO!jungkook x Reader

Server Room by @mister0ctopus 🌸🌹

Your first impression of your new IT guy? Shy. But when you accidentally caught him doing something in the server room while moaning your name, you just had to pretend you didn’t see it, right? Right?

Office au | Mini series

Play you like a game, boy by @lilliankoo 🌹🥀

he looks like an angel but is a devil- well that's what your kingdom thinks. he is also the blessed leader of tribe "lav"; even a leaf cannot move without his permission but here he was in-front of you on his knees. while the whole tribe bows to him- he only bows to you. now, there are two paths presented to you- marry him & return his love or refuse & watch him conquer your father's kingdom. power is an evil yet a tempting apple-and now its in your hands- are you going to take a bite; taste the sweet poison or will you use it to tempt others? its an evil world with evil options.. do you think you can handle him?

antagonist! tribe leader jungkook x princess reader

[theseinfernalangels]

xaden and 33? i love your writing sm <3

33: An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

A/N: Thank you!! I’ve never written for Xaden before, so I hope this is halfway decent 🥲

Knives? Check. Waterskin? Check. Goggles? Check. Extra roll of bandages for when you unceremoniously roll your ankles? Check.

You pat yourself down for a third time, brushing your hands down your flight leathers and tightening the buckles by your arms unconsciously. Or was it a fourth time? You’ve lost count, honestly. It’s not like this will be a huge class of maneuvers by any means, but a little voice in the back of your head kept telling you to check over and over again — and you needed it to stop.

“It’s not me,” Léith grumbles, “So I am not sure why you are so intent on appeasing it. You have everything, Little Flame. Now get out here — your squadmates are starting to gather.” 

“Right,” you mumble, rising to your feet. “I’m sorry. I just feel like I’m forgetting something important.”

You turn back around, digging through your bag once more and jabbing each item with your finger. You know you have everything. If you didn’t pack it, then Xaden certainly did it for you — so why did you have a nagging feeling that something was missing?

“I know that look,” a voice drawls from behind you. Almost instantly, your shoulders sag a little in relief, and you turn to see the aforementioned man leaning against the threshold to your room, arms crossed and a scarred eyebrow raised knowingly. “What’s wrong, love?”

You sigh, tugging the strings shut and hauling it to your shoulders. “It’s nothing. I just have that nagging feeling that  forgetting something, even though I know I’m not.”

A little smirk quirks at the corner of Xaden’s lips. He pushes himself from against the doorframe to stand before you, carefully brushing your hair from your face before hovering a hand over your bag in question. “Let me check?”

You concede and allow him to tug it gently from your arms, prying it open and looking over the contents. After a moment or two of murmuring something under his breath, his brow furrows. “You are the most reliable bag-packer I’ve ever seen.”

You scoff. He ties it shut again and drapes it over its original place on your back. “You definitely didn’t forget anything. Maybe you’re just having another off-day.”

You nod, leaning into his chest. His fingers smooth over your braided hair soothingly, a velvety shadow coming up to poke at your cheek. You can’t help but smile — your lover, strong and lethal, could be so soft sometimes.

“You should probably go,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I know the others are almost ready, and I can’t imagine that Léith would be happy if you were late.”

“The Shadow Wielder is correct,” the dragon sniffs. “I do not appreciate your disregard for punctuality.”

You roll your eyes and brush a light kiss over his wrists before you break away, striding toward the door defeatedly. Why couldn’t you just remember for once? The only thing you can think of now is Xaden’s lips on yours—

Wait.

You stop dead in your tracks. That’s it. 

Xaden says your name lowly, carefully. “Are…you okay? Do you remember what you need?”

You spin around, eyes wide and a bright smile on your face as you slide back over to him. The poor boy looks so confused, his deep onyx eyes sweeping over you in the way it usually does — tracking, observing, making sure every single part of you is still intact. 

“Oh, yes,” you hum, rising on your tiptoes and winding your arms around his neck. “I did.”

Quickly, almost fleetingly, you press a firm kiss to his lips, silencing any response he could have possibly thought of.

The effect is instantaneous; Xaden goes utterly still. Like, still as a statue. Inhumanly still, even, as if the very touch of your lips would freeze his brain. Before he can properly react, you break away from him, tilting your head up to see his eyes widened a little, a little flush coming to his face. For once, you’d caught him completely off-guard — and that fact had probably surprised him, too.

You huff out a little laugh. “That’s what I was missing. Can’t believe I forgot that.” You spin on your heel and race from the room, calling over your shoulder. “I love you! I’ll see you later, if we’re all lucky.”

He watches you sprint off to the flight field, not sure how to conduct himself. Usually, he’s the one who initiates things, and you wait for fear of overstepping a boundary. Well, that’s been thrown out the window. His hand comes up to touch his lips, as if checking to feel that you had actually just kissed him like that before ripping yourself away from him.

Sgaeyl’s voice sounds both bored and unimpressed. “You’re being shocked into stillness by that? I am a little disappointed, frankly.”

A beat. Two. 

“…You can be disappointed all you want,” he replies, still staring at the corner you disappeared behind. “I’m certainly not.”

[bluebanistrs]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪vicious .

franco was the kind of situationship that never had made her sad, just angry and more obsessed.

franco × journalist ! reader

im thinking abt a part 2 for this one (cause its kinda short)

Moving from a small town to study journalism was my biggest dream. In 2023, it finally happened. I moved to an apartment in Monaco with my best friend and started the college I always dreamed of doing.

2024 started with me having a really good time with my friends and family, and after the journalist who did the pre and post race interviews randomly decided that he would retire in the middle of the season, my internship manager decided that I would be the best option to replace him, even though I was only in the second year of college.

Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one to get promoted. Franco Colapinto was the newest Williams Racing F1 driver.

Franco was someone I've kissed in a lot of parties. I thought that he wasn't like the other guys, but that was before I really knew him. He is the type of guy that texts you the whole day, pretends to care about you, asks how you're feeling, sends you roses, tells you he spoke about you to his mother in a space of time, and completely ignores you for the next whole month.

If someone asks me about him, I would just say that he's a dickhead and I absolutely hate him. But if he sent me a message saying he feels so sorry for ghosting me, I would forgive and not fight. Why does he gotta be so vicious? I could never be mad at him, even if he was destroying my heart. All my friends just told me that I'm being stupid and should stop talking with him, but they didn't understand me.

✸

Franco was ghosting me for a few days, but he couldn't escape from the pre free-practice interview, specifically in his first time driving an F1 car. He couldn't escape from talking with me, even if it was for professional reasons.

He finished FP1 in 17th place. I've already interviewed his teammate, Alex Albon, and Kimi Antonelli, who sadly crashed George's car.

The Argentinian was in his flirting mood, responding to all my questions with phrases that could be interpreted in another way. I was already angry at him, and the way he was acting was really annoying me.

I was leaving the paddock when I felt someone touching my left shoulder. Of course, it was him.

“You can't just ignore me for weeks and then pretend that you didn't do anything. I can't play your little game anymore.” I almost screamed at him.

“Hermosa, you can't just pretend that you don't like me. Stop being selfish and let me talk to you. Let me explain myself.” He said with that accent that I couldn't hear without getting crazy.

“So you are calling me selfish? Oh, please, Franco. Act like an adult for a second. I don't wanna talk to you."

He just laughed.

“And stop fucking laughing.” said while I started walking faster.

✸

When I got to my hotel room, the first thing I did was block him everywhere. No more Franco, no more stress.

But only an hour later the room phone started to ring.

“Miss y/n, someone left a thing in your name at the reception.”

“I'm going there.” I put my shoes on and left my room.

“It can't be Franco.” I said to myself while waiting for the elevator.

The ‘thing’ someone left to me was an example of my favorite book, My Year of Rest and Relaxation. I told Franco it was my favorite book when we had our only date that wasn't in a club. On this day, we went to a coffee shop and talked there for hours. I think it is my favorite memory with him.

I unblocked and called him.

“You can't just buy me with presents. I said it before, and I'm saying it again. I can't play your little game anymore.”

“This was the only way I found to grab your attention. I tried to talk to you in the paddock, but you just ran away from me. I would call you, but you blocked me. I really feel that I have to explain myself, but I want to do it face to face. Can I go to your room? No second intentions, I just want to talk.”

I stopped for a moment and considered whether I should let him come and talk.

“My room is number 1043. But you better have a good excuse.”

15 minutes later, I heard someone knocking on my door.

“Come in.” I said to him.

We sat on a sofa. He had his elbows on his thighs, his hands under his face.

“I've had a lot of failed relationships, and it was all my fault. I think I just get scared. I'm scared about things just getting wrong again, and I lose you. I don't know why I kept doing it. Treating you like the whole world and then after, completely ignoring you. Y/n, I really like you, and I can't keep treating you like you're nothing. I'm really sorry for everything I've done to you, and it would mean the world to me if I could only get a second chance.”

I knew he wasn't lying. I saw the truth in his eyes.

“I can't give you a second chance because I've already done that. I really like you, Franco, and I wish things weren't that complicated.” I looked him directly in the eyes.

“I know I kept making you more and more upset with me, and I'm really sorry for everything. I would do anything for you to forgive me. Te lo ruego hermosa.”

“Actually, you've never made me really sad. You just made me really angry, but that always went away when we started talking again.”

“I'm so sorry about everything.”

I grabbed his hands.

“You'll have to prove that you really have changed.”

“Anything for you, mi amor." He gave me a soft kiss after saying that

I told him to go back to his room and just went to bed.

That night, I couldn't sleep well. Was he really being honest? How could I be so sure he wasn't lying? What will happen with us? all these thoughts kept me awake for a few hours. But something inside of me said that everything would be fine.

✸

It was the race day. Lando Norris was on pole and Franco placed 18th.

He had never been so sweet to me and I was really happy cheering for him.

After a long race, he finished 12th place, which was a pretty good result considering that it was his first time racing in an F1 car.

He was the third driver I would interview. After I congratulated Leclerc on his win, the Argentinian driver came in.

“Franco, it was your first time racing in F1, and you had such a great result. How are you feeling right now?”

“I'm feeling like a brand new man.” He said with a big smile.

“The car is really good as far as possible, and I'm really excited for the next race. It's all so different from F2, but me and the team are doing a great job.”

“Congrats, Franco.”

“Thank you, Y/n.” He looked at me with shiny eyes and a sweet smile.

[returnofeternity]

I love love love your writing. Can you do one where reader gets the queen and Nat has to decide whether to continue on with the plan or help reader ? Or something like that

synopsis. you pull the queen card.

pairing: natalie scatorccio x gn!reader

genre: angst. 

wc: 1,256

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this is a tough one. but not really. you'd definitely be in on the plan and a bit worried for nat because you know shauna's gonna interrogate the fuck out of you when she finds out nat is missing after the hunt. you weren't, however, in on the rigging that taivan did.

of course, both you and nat were terrified when shauna suggested the hunt in the first place. your safety was the first concern on her mind. she didn't wanna participate in it. she was out. you were out. but no one can change shauna shipman's mind.

she could barely sleep the night before. both due to how nervous she was and because she stayed up half the night comforting your own anxieties about it. she kissed your face and held your body until she felt it relax, leaning over ever so slightly to confirm you were asleep before she used your arm to calm herself down by running her thumb in circles repeatedly. the only thing that her mind could think of was the scenario of you picking the card. she doesn't know how long she lay there, thinking about tomorrow morning's hunt, but when she closes her eyes to rest, she can hear birds chirping.

it seems like she only got a few hours at most.

she wakes up to you shaking her shoulder, already dressed and holding her clothes with a bleak look. both of you are silent as you help her get dressed, and you don't speak until shauna comes around to everyone's huts and tells them it's time.

"good luck." you whisper, leaning in to kiss her. it's hard to pull away. you don't think you want to. both of you give each other small smiles when you pull back, and you nod at her after dusting yourself off. "let's go."

"let's go." she repeats, taking your hand and walking out of the hut alongside you.

you mutter "shit" under your breath as you see the white blanket of snow covering the ground and the huts. you knew it snowed but, fuck, it looks horrible out here.

nat huddles closer to you as you shuffle through the snow and over to where the girls are. you pick up on how van seems to play with the cards nervously. you give her a small smile as you pass, nodding at her as you get in line next to nat, maybe a little too closely for comfort.

hannah's next to you, and you feel a little awkward being beside her after she practically raided your girlfriend's hut the other day.

"sh-should i...?" van blinks rapidly, looking at shauna.

"you can start." she nods at van.

you roll your shoulders back as you look around the circle of your teammates, gulping nervously as all their tense energy wafts toward you.

not lottie though. as you glance at her, there's excitement on her face. almost reminiscent of how she'd look before a big game, smirking at the opponents as you all shook hands with them.

when you look back at nat, you can see misty out of the corner of your eye picking her card.

it's a ten of hearts. she's safe.

you don't miss the way shauna rolls her eyes slightly. it almost makes you break out into a smile.

misty and van switch, and van ends up pulling the 9 of diamonds.

you hold your breath and stand up straighter when misty moves to nat. you begin to pray to anything. to whatever god is up there, to whatever wilderness being is here with you all, to protect nat. let her be safe.

please, please, please, please, you whisper in your head.

you miss the way shauna eyes taissa.

natalie pulls an ace.

your shoulders relax and you smile at nat after she turns to you, and she's also giving you a small smile.

before you can reach for the deck, shauna's shoving her way between you and nat. she stares straight ahead, not looking at anyone.

"shauna, you don't need to take any extra risk. you can go back to your spot." taissa says assertively, but you can detect a bit of panic on her hard stare.

"misty, keep going." shauna bobs her head, moving a piece of hair from her face.

you glare at her and get back in line, watching with a scowl as she picks two of clubs. that was supposed to be your card.

fear settles deep inside your belly, and you can feel tears prickle. your mouth forms a straight line as you try to keep it all in, try to tell yourself that you'll be fine, but you don't quite believe yourself.

when you look at van, it doesn't help ease your worries at all. makes them worse actually. her teary blue eyes make your blood run cold, and a shaky breath escapes you as misty steps in front of you.

you clench your jaw as you pick. you don't even look because deep down you know. you can feel it. you hope and pray that you're wrong, but when you hear natalie's choked breath as you show your card, you know what you picked.

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thinking of locking eyes with a very nearly sobbing nat, nodding at her as if to say "it's okay." but you're still fucking terrified. you don't want it. but if it can distract shauna so nat can go out and try for help to get everyone else out of here, you'll do it.

for natalie.

honestly..... i can see her pushing away shauna before she puts jackie's necklace on you. telling you to run while she tries to give you more time by distracting everyone :( you were probably seconds away from running yourself, but it was nat who did it first.

you run as far as you can. muscle memory takes you to where you and nat were supposed to say goodbye before she left, but you reckon it's too dangerous to stay just in case she sticks with the plan. so you keep running. you nearly start crying when you hear the animalistic sounds of the girls whooping and calling after you. but you manage to hide behind a tree long enough to watch mari and akilah run after your 'footprints.'

thinking of nat who gets to you first.

running into her arms and just sobbing as quietly as you can without attracting attention. nat who kisses you and strokes your back while babbling about how she's gonna help you, that she can figure this out.

telling her that you love her so much. telling her that you can do this, that you can juke them out and hide long enough for her to go and get help. she doesn't wanna leave you but seeing you cry and beg for her to go before they see her with you has her heart clenching. you have her convinced.

you kiss her until your lungs hurt.

you tell her that you'll see her on the rescue plane.

nat who watches you run away when you both hear the sounds of the girls getting closer.

nat who's crying so hard she can barely make her way to the secret place where she hid the transmitter.

nat who cries and screams as she tries to get it to work up on the mountain, begging for someone to help you.

nat who doesn't even know that you've been dead for days when she eventually heads back to camp.

[htchnr]

꩜ 02 missed kisses 𑣲 B. POINDEXTER.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜsummary,, Dex helps with your upstairs neighbor problem, and in his eyes you thank him for it. author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, stalking ⋆ obsessive behaviour ⋆ maybe slight ooc Dex for 2 seconds ⋆ creepy upstairs neighbor ⋆ painkillers ⋆ delusional Dex thoughts ⋆ not beta'd. ꜜwc,, 1,1k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

it's a peaceful saturday evening-- Dex even managed to get his paperwork done early to make it home in time for your evening binge of your latest show.

though, his internal peace is disturbed when he glances out his living room window and into yours-- your telltale grimace on your face when you've got a headache coming on. and with how you're trying so hard to focus in your show, Dex can figure out what's causing the headache.

that, along with each subtle pained jolt of your body that seems to follow a rhythm.

your upstairs neighbor; Jackson. who really, thoroughly enjoys blasting his awful music at random hours of the day.

Dex hates that he's never home when this happens-- else he'd have solved your problem ages ago. but on the other hand, the way your brows knit together when you're trying to hope the headache away, it's just such a pretty expression on you.

he waits for you to pause your show, pausing his as well, before getting up. he grabs his keys, unlocking his front door before exiting his apartment. it's a quick walk, really-- down the hall, up one flight if stairs and down the hall again.

within a minute and a half he finds himself in front of Jackson's door, lo and behold, that god awful music playing. he grimaces as he knocks, forceful, but not too harsh. a clear, 'get your ass to the door, but it isn't an emergency'.

a few seconds after Dex knocks, the door swings open. he almost wants to grimace at the sight behind it-- an absolute pigsty of an apartment. and as Dex looks over Jackson, he finds the same thing in him.

" hey man, what do want? " Jackson huffs, annoyed at something.

Dex shifts on his feet, " i'm here to ask you nicely to stop playing your music this loud. i can hear every word of it below you. "

Jackson snorts, not reading Dex's expression very well. " sure man, whatever. " he dismisses Dex, and it's clear that nothing is going to change in his behaviour.

Jackson moves to close the front door with a laugh, but Dex's boot is pushed between the frame and the door. " what the-? "

he pushes the door open, Jackson now perfectly reads Dex's face. " i don't think you heard me right the first time. either that music turns off, or i make sure you won't be able to hear after this conversation. "

Jackson swallows uncomfortably, his eyes meeting Dex's with some hope that this some joke. but when he meets Dex's cold, hazel eyes, he understands that he's completely serious.

Jackson nods, slow at first, then frantically. " yeah, y-yeah i'll uh, i'll turn it down. i won't bother you again. i swear- "

Dex taps his boot, signalling he should get to it and turn it off. Jackson is quick to scramble for the radio to shut it off. Dex gives him an eerie half smile, nodding him goodbye as he closes Jackson's door for him.

he takes the stairs two steps at a time, eager to get back to you and the show. he pushes through his apartment door, locking it before hanging his keys.

he takes off his boots, lining them up beside the door in the rack, then makes his way to his couch. he looks out the window, into yours, to find you leaning back in relief as you rub your temples. Dex smiles, your welcome, he thinks to himself.

you take some painkillers with some water, setting the glass down and curling up beneath your fleece blanket again. you reach for your remote, turning on the show again. Dex turns his on too, leaning back against the cushion.

he hopes, but doubts, that this is the last time he'll see Jackson. but to see that sweet relief in your face, Dex would do much worse than he promised the man.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

that same night, Dex lies in bed staring out his bedroom window. you can't sleep again. he suspects the painkillers didn't do much against the headache, as he watches you twist and turn in bed.

you huff dramatically, frustrated, as you rub circles against your temples. he watches you sit up straight, throwing your legs over the edge of the bed as drop your head in your hands.

you push your hair back, sliding down to sit on the floor with your back against your bed as you look out the window.

Dex freezes as your eyes land on his bedroom window, his eyes widen. realistically, he knows you can't see him. you have poor eyesight and wear glasses-- which you aren't wearing right now-- along with the fact that Dex had out up a reflective privacy screen on his windows the moment he moved in. he could see outside crystal clear, but no one could see in.

but nevertheless, Dex feels your eyes on him. like you're subconsciously watching him. his heart pounds in his ears, his body is rigid beneath the duvet.

he can practically hear the silent 'thank you' emanating from your look. as if you somehow know it was him.

Dex's lips twitch into an awkward half smile as his body relaxes a little. " you're welcome. " he whispers, as if it were a secret or a prayer.

it doesn't take long for you to yawn again, rubbing your eyes as you sigh. he knows that look, the one that says, 'fuck this headache, i'm going to bed anyway'. you stretch, settling back under your blankets and against your pillows.

and dare Dex think, you do so with a small smile.

「 authors note,, sorry this is so short, but i've been very very busy Binging Hart of Dixie, but i also couldn't stop thinking about these two ideas for this series 🫠 idk if the interaction with the neighbor was a tad out of character, if so, sorry 😅. 」

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missed you. (missed calls pt. 2)

ꨄ︎ -keeping secrets comes with a cost, the price being distance. grayson hawthorne x reader.

word count: 1.0k.

warnings: mentions of panic attacks. not really a warning but no use of y/n.

grayson davenport hawthorne hates secrets.

he had experienced too many of them ever since he was little, a child. he had been lied to so, so many times. every single time he had gotten hurt, it pent up inside of him; the sadness, the shame, and the anger had slowly boiled in his heart, his soul for so long, for too long. he always let it out by pushing himself to his limits. whether it was work, swimming, protecting his family, to anything and everything he did. he always pushed himself, he just kept going and going and going because that was the only way he could.

but when he met you. things changed. it was slow at first, opening up to you and getting used to the idea of letting go. but then, he fell in love all at once. he knew he shouldn't have been surprised when he did, he always felt this pull to you, when he told you about it, you called the pull, "kindred spirits and a little bit more," winking.

the two of you were open and honest, and everything in between. he felt as though he were the overcast, grey sky that met you, the deep, everchanging ocean crowned in a beautiful halo of the setting sun.

grayson knows that this love you have together is priceless. grayson knows that you do too... or that's what he thought, but he wasn't as sure anymore. you had been acting off lately, ever since that night he came home late. like you’re hiding something and it hurt him. it hurt him to see the love of his life try to wear on a mask with him. he felt betrayed, especially when the two of you had promised each other to never hide anything, neither the good nor the bad.

at first he thought that you were angry with him, upset with him. so, he did what any man in their right mind would do: ask for forgiveness...with a lot of kisses.

the day after.

the sunlight peeked through the barely open curtains, when grayson had woken up. you were snuggled right next to him, face partially hidden in his arms.

oh, what wouldn’t he do to make this moment last forever?

your face was slightly puffy from sleep, your hair spread out on the white sheets, you looked angelic, hair lightened in the morning sun, breathing softly.

grayson smiled, he wasn't one to rest, you had a habit of telling him, many, many times. but now, he wanted to stay here forever, just you and him, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth he'd never thought he'd have.

grayson pressed his lips softly to your collarbone, you moved slightly at the touch. he kissed the middle of your throat, under your jaw, and up to your lips.

by the time you had woken up his lips were still pressed softly against yours, "grayson," you pulled back, scolding, a ghost of a smile on your face.

"what are you doing?"

grayson smiled, and in a true hawthorne fashion, he answered your question without an actual answer. he chased your lips once again, holding the small of your back, so you wouldn't pull away this time.

he grinned, as he let go, as if telling you that he had done nothing at all.

you shook your head, before letting it fall onto his arm, "you're gross, i literally just woke up."

you looked up at him, waiting for an answer trying to look mad but failing. when a man like him was looking at you like that and smiling so lovingly, it was hard not to smile back.

but then your smile faltered just for a second but grayson noticed it, like he always did. he frowned slightly, something was wrong, he assumed at the time that you were upset with him for coming home late last night. his brain turned on and sped to a million miles an hour.

he studied your face before he pulled you impossibly closer, and rested his head in the crook of your neck. he wasn't sure what to do…but he could apologize, a million times over if he had to.

his voice was muffled when he spoke, "i really am sorry about last night, sweetheart. i genuinely did forget."

you laughed softly. how he loved it when you laughed, grayson was certainly convinced that he would be perfectly happy for the rest of his life as long as he could make you laugh and be right next to you.

people usually thought that he was much too serious from the way he acted, and while that was probably true, he was glad that you didn’t think so as well. not when you told him that his armor was just as charming as his true self.

"it's alright gray, i understand. you got tired," you assured him quietly. but there was something slightly off about your voice. he couldn’t quite place it, but from months of experience, he learned it was better not to push, until you could tell him yourself.

after all if he could wait an entire lifetime for you, he could wait until you were comfortable enough to talk about what had been bothering you, or at least that’s what he thought.

"well... i don't i have any work today, and neither do you," he kissed your neck again, slower this time as his hands slip down, resting on your hips.

"grayson..." your voice trailed off, neither a rejection nor an approval.

it had been two weeks since the incident. two weeks of trying everything he could think of to get you to open up, trying to nudge you in that direction. but it seemed that the more he tried, the more closed off you would get. after all this time, after all the both of you had gone through, he couldn't believe that it was you who wouldn't tell him anything. he was confused and worried and frustrated and hurt and angry. not at you, maybe a little bit. but most of all at the world for always doing this to him, tricking him just when he thought he could be happy. always just when he thought he could be happy.

he didn't want to feel angry, but he did. so, he let it out in the only way he could think of at the moment: swimming.

pictures from pinterest, dividers by me.

a/n: part 3 will be out sooner or later! this one is a bit shorter, but ya know...!

main masterlist. more of grayson & part 1.