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do you write fic on ao3?
unfortunately for everyone involved i do!
#ask#and if youre wondering about my handle i write on anon so its doesnt particularly matter (shrugs)#and also i think its pretty easy to figure out which fics ive written because i want to makeout mad sloppy style with an em dash#anyways (waves offhandely) it doesnt really matter much because i have like posted an ss on here before so you know#its not like im trying to hide it like eh#but also because of my disposition that would put a tranced rabbit to shame i dont exactly yell it from the hilltops either#the moral of the story is if you ask me what im working on ill yap about it maybe like post an excerpt#and months later youll find something posted on anon and youll be like oh! so they finally posted it!#so to spare you all (lies on my tummy like we're at a sleepover and giggles) you wanna hear what im working on#haha of course you do youre a prisoner in my yap box#and i want an excuse to talk about it hidden in the tags so people skim over it and not read it <3#SO the earliest wip is from like early october about a magical realism au because i rewatched lwa as i usually do and well theres this one#ep about a magical animal if you will... and you can kinda guess what it is from that lol its sashaforsyekky#because the dreaded @/tungpin infected me with the brainworms about this trio specifically#and it really is ekky going đ„ș at whatever sashaforsy have (persumably) got going on woe is him its at 5k rn but uh ive stalled progress#because puppyekky has consumed my every thought which leads me to my second wip that ive been labouring over since the start of october#that also just broke 5k and not even remotely done lol whoops but its puppy ekky in a team environment with a heavy emphasis on the euros#rn there are scenes scrabbled out with sasha (multiple) mikksy luosty lundy and forsy. i know i have an idea for bobby.#and really lets see where the muse takes us i have vague ideas that are mmmhmm but we'll see when we get there!#the third one isnt the most likely to get finished but uh it is sashamaffhew global series stuff because it stemmed from#âit really is funny that sasha is treating the finland trip like he knocked up a girl#and is trying to make her meet his parents so it doesnt feel like a shotgun wedding when he you know marries her to take responsibilityâ#and i just think a maffhew pov with that thought in mind because of the whole touchy at e11even thing is funny to me like think mundane#slice of life oh i feel like im being wined and dined i hope i dont fuck it up jfc i think im fucking it up oh god this feels romantic#anyways it feels remotely ooc to me and it really was more of like a writing break from the wips stated above so (shrugs)#might not see the light of day but its 2k as of now so i do feel its a shame if i dont /try/ to finish it you know? its just low priority#anyways thats my writing check in and i am a prisoner to my own mind i will go insane haha these wont be published anytime soon#because i am slow and get distracted soooo easily so you know <3
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my favorite dynamic is sensible and powerful women putting mags in his place (especially when he gets a little too silly)
ty have a good night âĄ
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ËËË ă ooc ă#listen obviously i love this dumb idiot but that's the thing#Dumb Idiot sometimes needs someone to either gently be like âhoney noâ#or dropkick him across the kingdom for his shenanigans#and general >:3c-ness#but yes pls rest assured i am always cheering for mags getting a tasty helping of humble pie#it is MORE than deserved and i applaud the characters who take him down a peg#ya'll are doing the work of like every god in existence#anyway !!! waves quickly and blows the dash a kiss before i catapult into bed#much love for you all! hope the rest of the week treats you well! <3
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lovebird | spencer reid x reader
Spencer's little girl sets you and her dad up.
wc: 3.3k, rating: teen
tags/warnings: 2+1, kindergarten teacher!reader, single girldad!spencer, fluff, meet-cute, implied sex, use of "Y/N" because this fic would've been impossible to write without it oops
a/n: not sure what possessed me to write this, but i finished writing this in about 2 days lmao. girldad!spencer loml. thank you to my lovely friends over on twitter who fuelled my insanity. for this fic i have season 10 spencer in mind/later seasons spencer who's just full on daddy at that point <3 (also crossposted on ao3!)
Sunday
Youâre at the grocery store in a ratty t-shirt and sweats, picking out fucking cereal when you hear the pitter-patter of footsteps running towards you, and a sweet, high-pitched voice calling your name.Â
Itâs one of your students, Ellie Reid, holding a box of cereal thatâs half her height, and she comes up to you in the aisle.Â
âEllie? What are you doing here?â You ask sweetly, pushing your hair out of your face before you squat down to meet Ellieâs height.Â
âMy daddy wanted to get groceries. He said we would go together. But he had to pick up the phone, and I wanted to help look for the things Daddy needs.â
Her dad, Dr. Spencer Reid, is an FBI agent and a single dad to Ellie. Heâs one of the best parents youâve had this year â the fancy kindergarten you teach at lends itself to spoiled brats and uptight parents, but Dr. Reid and Ellie are a welcome reprieve in a usually stuffy environment. Youâre pleased to see her here, on a weekend, but less pleased with the fact that sheâs alone.Â
âOh, wow! Youâre so helpful, Ellie,â you say, holding her arm gently. âIâm sure your dad is really thankful. But you shouldnât have walked off alone. Iâm glad you found me.â
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause itâs not safe for you to walk around alone in the grocery store, Ellie,â you smile. âLetâs go find your dad.â
Ellie nods, her cheeks ruddy and when you hold out your hand for her to hold, Ellieâs little hand wraps around two of your fingers. âDid you come to the grocery store alone? Itâs not safe.â
âI did come alone. But Iâm an adult, so itâs okay. Youâre little, Ellie, so you should only walk around with your dad.â You lead Ellie down aisle after aisle, walking past canned food and bags of chips and walls lined with bottles of drinks.Â
âBut you shouldnât walk around alone if itâs dangerous. When we find my daddy maybe he can protect you too!â Ellie says confidently.Â
When did this grocery store feel so big? You canât find Dr. Reid anywhere, and you feel a rising panic in your chest. You have half a mind to pull up the schoolâs contact information in your phone, but you hear Dr. Reidâs voice calling his daughterâs name, and both you and Ellie turn around.
âDaddy!â Ellie shrieks, almost dropping the box of cereal in her arms as she dashes toward her father. She almost trips as she closes the distance, thankfully landing in her fatherâs arms before she does fall.Â
Dr. Reid scoops her up, holding her tightly. âYou had me worried, sweetheart.â
âSorry, Daddy,â Ellie mumbles against her fatherâs shoulder. âBut I found Miss Y/N and she helped me find you!â
âI told her not to run off alone in the future,â you say. âRight, Ellie?âÂ
The sweet girl nods. She giggles into Dr. Reidâs shoulder, and his hand comes up to pat her back, a soothing gesture.
âIâm glad it was you she bumped into,â Dr. Reid says, sighing with relief. âI wouldnât know I would do with myself ifââ
âItâs okay, Dr. Reid,â you assure him. âItâs not a problem at all. Youâreâ Youâre doing a great job with her.â
âThank you for saying that. Iâ Iâll see you at the parent-teacher meeting next Friday, right?â
âYeah, next Friday.â You smile at him. âHave a good day, Dr. Reid. Bye, Ellie!â
âBye!â Ellie, sweet girl, waves excitedly, her gummy smile overtaking her face. Dr. Reid walks toward the checkout, holding Ellie with one hand and pushing his shopping cart with the other.Â
You feel how warm your cheeks are when Dr. Reid and Ellie are finally out of sight, your hand clammy around the handle of your shopping basket. You slap your cheek lightly, willing yourself to pull yourself together.
The way your heart flutters whenever you see Dr. Reid is a cause for concern, and you wonder if you should see a doctor about it.Â
Dr. Spencer Reid is a marvel. Heâs admirable, juggling his job at the FBI with raising a little girl all on his own, and heâs both a great profiler and a great dad. Heâs incredibly sweet with Ellie and incredibly kind to you, which you unfortunately donât get a lot, especially with the kinds of parents you deal with. It doesnât help that heâs incredibly handsome: his hair is slightly long, wavy and messy in a way that frames his face just right, not to mention the stubble that makes him look that much hotter.
Your little crush on Dr. Reid is certainly inappropriate, but over the parent-teacher meetings and interacting with him when he drops off and picks up his daughter from school, you canât help yourself from falling for him.Â
Tuesday
Ellie Reid is a smart girl, that you know, but you're blindsided by her genius one day at recess. Youâre monitoring all the kids at the playground when Ellie comes up to you. She has a contorted look on her face but she says, âMiss Y/N, I fell.â
âYou did? Are you feeling okay?â You ask, squatting down to match her height. You look at her knees â not a speck of dirt nor a red spot from falling down.
âMy knee hurts. Can you call my daddy?â
âDoes it hurt badly? Iâll take you to see the nurse if it does,â you say, not entirely understanding the situation. Youâve never met a four-year-old who wouldnât be in tears over tripping and falling, even if the injury wasnât severe.Â
The look on Ellieâs face makes you think that sheâs trying to match your expectations of what she should be feeling. âIt doesn't hurt bad. I just want my daddy to come pick me up. Can you call him?â
You try not to furrow your brow at the strange request. Youâre usually trusted to handle any little accidents and mishaps with the children, but at Ellieâs insistence of calling her father, you feel like you should.Â
(Itâs certainly not spurred on by seeing him at the grocery store last weekend.)
âAlright, Ellie. Iâll call your dad and see what he says, okay?â
âOkay, Miss Y/N,â Ellie says, smiling at you. You get her to sit down on the bench next to you and your co-teacher to oversee the kids before fish your phone out from your pocket to dial Dr. Reidâs number. As you wait for the call to go through, Ellie looks at you with wide, expectant eyes. You smile at her.
On the third ring, Dr. Reid picks up. âHello?âÂ
âHi, Dr. Reid. This is Miss Y/N from Ellieâs school. Iâm calling to inform you that Ellie fell on the playground during recess.â
âOh, my. Is she alright?â You hear Dr. Reidâs voice grow concerned. Ellie looks up at you, and you look the little girl up and down one more time just to be sure.
âYes, she is. I checked and she doesnât have any scrapes or bruises. She says her knee hurts, but that sheâs also fine. Usually, we donât call parents over small mishaps like this, but Ellie insisted that I call you.â
âI see,â Dr. Reid hums, his tone indecipherable. âCan I talk to her?â
âSure thing, Dr. Reid,â you say. You hold the phone out to Ellie as you put the call on speakerphone and tell her, âYour dad wants to speak to you, Ellie.â
Ellie is polite, but clearly excited as she yells, âHi, Daddy!âÂ
âWoah! Hi, Ellie,â Dr. Reid laughs, his serious tone while he was speaking to you gone, talking to his daughter with a delightful whimsy. âMiss Y/N told me you fell on the playground today. Does it hurt?â
âNo,â Ellie answers, but she looks up quickly at you. âI mean, yes. Just a little. It doesnât hurt too bad anymore.â
You hide your smile, and you think you can hear the smile in Dr. Reidâs voice as he says, âOkay, sweet girl, thatâs good.â
âCan you come and pick me up right now, Daddy?â Ellie asks, a little whiny. Itâs adorable, though.Â
âWell, itâs only ten in the morning, honey,â Dr. Reid bargains. âAnd I know you have art class later, right? Donât you want to stay around for that?â
âI do!â Ellie says eagerly. âOh, I love art class!â
âI know you do, honey,â Dr. Reid assures. âSo, do you feel okay enough to stick around in class until Daddy comes to pick you up at the end of the day?â
âYes, Daddy,â Ellie nods, even though Dr. Reid canât see her. âBut you have to come pick me up!â
âI always do, Ellie,â Dr. Reid laughs, making Ellie laugh along too. âOkay, honey. Go on and play with your friends. Iâll see you later.â
âOkay! Bye, Daddy! I love you!â
âBye! I love you too, Ellie!â Dr. Reid matches Ellieâs excitable energy, and Ellie giggles before she runs off to play again. His voice returns to a calm but engaged sort of energy. âWell, that was something.â
âShe seems fine,â you say, switching the speakerphone off as you hold your phone back up to your ear. âIâm sorry to bother you in the middle of your work day, Dr. Reid.â
âOh, please, itâs not a bother at all,â Dr. Reid laughs gently. âI love talking to Ellie. She might miss me or something, if she had to fake a fall so you would call me.â
âPerhaps,â you say, slightly surprised that Dr. Reid would be so quick to call out his daughterâs bluff. Some of the other parents would rip your throat out if you even insinuated their child was in the wrong. âIâll still keep an eye out for her.â
âThanks, Miss Y/N,â Dr. Reid insists. âBesides, itâs always a pleasure getting a call from you.â
You donât remember if you thank him before he hangs up, because all you can think about is Dr. Reid saying he enjoys talking to you.
After putting your phone away, you press your hands to your warm cheeks in an effort to calm yourself and your beating heart down.Â
Dr. Reid is one of the last parents to come by during pickup. Itâs a somewhat regular occurrence, with Dr. Reidâs busy and hectic job. You are never bothered by spending extra time with Ellie, and you know Dr. Reid always tries his best to pick Ellie up as soon as he can. He usually makes regular pickup so you never get to exchange more than a few words with him, but days like today arenât necessarily rare either. But considering your interaction on Sunday, youâre secretly pleased with how itâs worked out.Â
Only you and Ellie are left in the classroom, you having told your co-teacher to clock out first. Youâre pleasantly surprised when thereâs a knock on the door frame, Dr. Reid standing there in a cardigan and a button-up shirt with his dress pants. âEllie!â
His hair is somehow more fluffy and messy than youâd seen him at the grocery store, but it just makes him look even more soft and domestic. You try not to look at Dr. Reid with hearts in your eyes as Ellie shrieks and runs towards him, Dr. Reid picking her up easily and swinging her around before he holds her tight. âHi, sweet girl.â
âDaddy!â Ellie giggles. âI missed you today.â
âI missed you too, honey,â Dr. Reid coos, pressing a kiss to the top of Ellieâs head. Your insides melt, gooey at the tooth-rottingly sweet display in front of you. âWere you a good girl for Miss Y/N today?â
âUh-huh!â Ellie nods, her gummy smile absolutely adorable.Â
âShe was a pleasure,â you add. âHello, Dr. Reid.â
âHello again.â Dr. Reid smiles. âItâs nice to see you. Are you doing well?â
âYes, I am. Other than Ellieâs little incident, today was thankfully uneventful. Thank you for asking.â
Dr. Reidâs face scrunches up in an extremely endearing way, like itâs obvious that heâd want to know about⊠you. âOf course. I like to know youâre doing well. Itâs great to hear.â
You feel like you donât know what to say to that, perhaps a little too caught up in your little crush on him to come up with a coherent response. You laugh shyly, tucking your hair behind your ear. Dr. Reid has set Ellie down, and she wanders around the classroom, fidgeting with the pencils on the tables, but doesnât stray too far from her dad. âEllie seems to be fine from earlier, but you might want to check in with her again.â
âI will,â Dr. Reid says, nodding. âOh! I almost forgotââ
You look on as Dr. Reid fumbles in his satchel, pulling a crumpled paper bag out. The paper bag looks bulky, oil stains seeped through on the sides and on the bottom. âOh, it looks bad. Itâs good, I promiseâ Itâs a chocolate muffin from this really good bakery near my office. I just thought Iâd get you one. Since youâre so helpful with Ellie. Especially today.â
Dr. Reid holds it out for you, and you scramble to step forward and take it. âThank you, Dr. Reid, you- You didnât have to. Itâs my job to look after Ellie, after all. Not that itâs a burden, or just a job, I meanâ Ellieâs great. Sheâs one of our brightest, but donât tell any of the other parents that.â
Dr. Reid smiles so bright you feel like you could feel the warmth radiating from him. âI wonât, if I bump into any of them at the parent-teacher meeting.â
You bite your lip, smiling, shy at the attention Dr. Reid gives you. You think heâs flirting(?) with you, but you try to remain professional. You clear your throat. âThank you, Dr. Reid.âÂ
âThank you again, Miss Y/N. I mean it.â Dr. Reid asserts, and you feel your cheeks flush. âTonight is pizza night, so Ellie and I should be making our way home right about now.â
âPizza!â Ellie yells, giddy, causing both you and Dr. Reid to laugh. She zooms past you to stand next to her dad.Â
âThank you, Dr. Reid. Iâll see you proper on Friday,â you say, nodding your head slightly. âAnd Iâll see you, Ellie, tomorrow, yeah?â
âBye, Miss Y/N!â Ellie waves frantically. Dr. Reid joins her in her waving, equally silly.Â
âI look forward to seeing you then, Miss Y/N,â Dr. Reid smiles. âBye.â
âBye!â you reply, trying not to sound too eager, and then Dr. Reid ducks out of the classroom with Ellie in hand. You feel like youâre swooning so hard you might faint.
Friday
Parent-teacher meetings go smoothly, thankfully. There are parents who only bother to hear the praise you give their children, so ignorant to the criticisms of their children that you try not to make too obvious. After seeing nineteen sets of parents, Dr. Spencer Reid is your last of the day. You donât want to say youâve been waiting for this all day, but checking off the nineteen sets of parents before this has only made you more and more excited.Â
Dr. Reid finally enters the classroom, two minutes early for his slot, but heâs alone.Â
âWhereâs Ellie? Sheâs totally allowed to sit in for these meetings too.â
âSheâs at my bossâ place for a playdate with his son,â Dr. Reid says. âActually, that sounds pretty weird, doesnât it? My daughter, having a playdate with my bossâ son?â
âNot at all. They say it takes a village to raise a child. Iâm glad your colleagues are so helpful with Ellie.â
âThey really are,â Dr. Reid asserts, smiling. âHotchâ My boss, I meanâ offered, knowing I had this meeting.â
âThatâs really nice of him,â you nod. âSo, about EllieâŠâ
âPlease tell me you only have good things to say,â Dr. Reid jokes, and you try very hard not to swoon.Â
âEssentially, yes,â you nod. âEllie is such a bright girl, and sheâs so sweet. Sheâs always helpful with her classmates and polite to everyone and the teachers too. Again, donât tell this to the other parents, but Ellieâs set high standards for the rest of the class.â
âYouâre telling me an awful lot that I shouldnât be telling the other parents,â Dr. Reid grins. âYou sure you arenât playing favourites?â
âYou certainly are my favourite,â you say before you can catch yourself, and Dr. Reid looks at you with wide eyes. You imagine you look equally shocked. âIâm sorry, Dr. Reid, I didn't mean to say that.â
Dr. Reid cocks his head, a little smile toying on his lips. âMiss Y/N, did I ever tell you what I do for the FBI?â
You have no idea how this relates to how unprofessional and inappropriate you are being. You shake your head anyway, too afraid to say anything anymore before you say something even more embarrassing.Â
âIâm a profiler, Miss Y/N. I use psychology and study behaviour to catch serial killers,â Dr. Reid explains, using his hands to articulate his point. Your eyes dart down to the motion; but your gaze quickly flits back up to his face. âIn general, Iâm good at reading people.â
âIs that so?â You gulp. Is he able to read you?
âI donât mean to profile you, Miss Y/N, I mean it,â Dr. Reid sounds a little apologetic. âBut I canât help but notice the way you lean toward me when weâre speaking, the way you fidget with your hands a little, the way you can almost meet my eyes, but you still seem a little bashful about it. I either intimidate you, orâŠâ
âOr..?âÂ
âIâm sorry if this is too forward, but would you like to get dinner with me?â
âWhat?â You ask, disbelieving. âDinner?â
âYou- Youâre interested in me too, arenât you?â
âToo?â You gape, sounding like a parrot as you repeat his words, simply unable to wrap your head around the fact that Ellie Reidâs young, hot, genius father just asked you on a date.Â
âIâm usually not too doubtful of my profiling skills, but beautiful women like you make me second-guess if Iâm reading this right.â Dr. Reid laughs, avoiding looking at you.Â
âDr. Reid, I would love to get dinner with you,â You say, trying to sound confident.Â
Dr. Reid beams as he meets your eyes. âOh, thank God.â
âCheesy that youâre calling me beautiful,â you laugh bashfully, waving him off.Â
âI mean it!â Dr. Reid insists. âAnd, umâ Would you want to do dinner after this? If you donât have any other meetings, of course. Or any other plansâ youâd probably have plans on a Friday night, right? Way to be presumptuousââ
âDr. Reid! I donât have plans tonight. A dinner date sounds great,â you laugh.
âGreat! Great, good. Iâm glad.â Dr. Reid says, looking a little giddy that youâd taken him up on it. âAlso, um- I love when people call me Dr. Reid, but please just call me Spencer. Do you think people would get the wrong idea if you called me Dr. the whole time?âÂ
You cackle, Spencer looking thoroughly pleased at making you laugh.Â
âOkay, Spencer,â you try his first name, and it rolls off your tongue with ease. âLet me pack up and then we can go get dinner.â
âI like when you say my name,â Spencer smiles. âWhatâre you feeling for dinner?â
If you and Spencer kiss at the end of your dinner date in front of your apartment door, thatâs between you and him.Â
You pulling Spencer into your apartment with your hands fisted in his hair should also stay between you and him.Â
It doesnât entirely stay between you and him, though, as Spencer calls his boss to turn Ellieâs playdate into a sleepover before he rolls over to kiss you and take you all over again.Â
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fanfiction#spencerreidenjoyer writes#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x fem reader#spencer reid x fem!reader
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i think a lot about exactly 1 thing from the roman empire: the concept of bread and circus. the idea was that if your population was fed and entertained, they wouldn't revolt. you are asking us to give up our one small life, is the thing - for under 15 dollars an hour.
what would that buy, even. i am trading weekends and late nights and my back health. i am trading slow mornings and long walks and cortisol levels. i am trading sleep and silence and peace. for ... this. for what barely-covers-rent.
life really is more expensive right now. you aren't making that up. i make almost 3 times what i did 5 years ago, and despite an incredibly equal series of bills - i am still struggling. the most expensive line item i added was to own a dog. the money is just evaporating.
we were okay with it because it's a cost-benefit analysis. i could handle the customer harassment and standing all day and the manager's constantly changing temperament - i was coming home to hope, and my life planned in a blue envelope. three hours would buy me my dog's food for a month. i can give up three hours for him, for his shiny coat and wide, happy mouth. three days could be a new mattress, if i was thrifty. if i really scrimped and saved, we could maybe afford a trip into the city.
recently i cried in the car about the price of groceries.
business majors will be mad at me, but my most inflammatory opinion is that people should never be valued at the same place as products. your staff should not be a series of numbers in an excel sheet that you can just "replace" whenever you need something at that moment. your staff should be people, end of sentence.
it feels like someone somewhere is playing a very bad video game. like my life is a toy. like someone opened an app on their phone and hired me in diner dash ultra. they don't need to pay me well or treat me alright - they can always just show me the door. there is always someone more desperate, always someone more willing.
but i go to work and know i could save for years and not afford housing. i am never going to own my own home, most likely. i have no idea how to afford her ring, much less the wedding. my dog doesn't have his own yard. everything i love is on subscription. if i lose my job, i have no "nest egg" to catch my falling.
this thin life - they want me to give up summer for it. to open my mouth and throat and swallow the horrible hours and counted keystrokes. they want me to give up mountains and any non-federal holiday. to give up snow days. to give up talking to my mom whenever i want. to give up visiting the ocean and hearing the waves.
bread and circus worked for a while, actually. it was the kind of plan that would probably now be denounced by republicans as socialist commie liberal pronoun bullshit.
but sometimes i wonder if we should point them to the part of the history book that says: it worked until it didn't.
#spilled ink#warm up#writeblr#i have a good job please shut the fuck up before telling me to get a better job#girl i have vision and dental.#if u blame the victim that's wild. do u know about economic systems
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summary: in which there is never enough time to be in love but jungkook is a 24/7 lover. (part one)
idol!jk x afab!reader / fluffy fluff with a dash of angst / word count: 3.6k
warnings/content: jungkook takes a day off and surprises oc <3 ; he's veryyy touchy; he gives oc's boobie a lil bite lol this guy ; s*xual innuendos; one (1) spank; oc comforts him :(; bam is home too!!; family is complete
â in which masterlist!
note: smth short and sweet so i can recover from dreamboat loool missed my babies sm <3 as always reblog and/or feedback is very much appreciated! <3
p.s. i'm also redoing my iw taglist so pls comment/send an ask if you want to be (re)/added!
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âbaby? iâm home.â
youâre confident to say that youâd never mistake jungkookâs voice for anyone elseâs. and on that note, you must be dreaming of himâ the voice of an angel, the calloused palms cupping your cheeks⊠the audible and damp kisses delicately being peppered all over your face. everything feels so real. too real. just like how it used to be.
it hasnât been long since you last saw him. you communicate and meet whenever itâs possible, no matter how short the time he is allowed to dedicate. still, you miss him all the time, everyday. you keep telling yourself itâs not that bad. time is passing by faster than you feared. but this whole set-up is foreign and daunting. and you miss him. you miss him all the time. that must be why youâre dreaming.Â
when you open your eyes in the morning, youâve come to expect nothing more than the view of the plain white ceiling, or the sunlight peeking from behind the curtains.Â
so why are you gawking at jungkookâs face?
he smiles from ear-to-ear, bunny teeth and crinkles around his eyesâ you canât be mistaken. itâs him. it feels as though your heart has been shocked and revived.Â
âjungkook!â you gasp.
you startle your own self when you abruptly throw your arms around him. he tries to hold you up, but youâre far too ecstatic for your own good, inexplicable joy thrumming in your veins and fireworks bursting in your ribcage. you squeal and jump up and down on the bed like a little kid on christmas morning; jungkook hugs you back tighter than he has ever done before, protecting you from the fall and crash.
âoh my god, youâre here! youâre here!â
âyes, iâm here-â he laughs in amusement. âow shit, settle down- wow, itâs so early. why are you so energetic-â
âi missed you!â you briefly pause for oxygen. âso much! iâm never letting go of you again!âÂ
âwow!â he makes a dramatic wheezing sound. âthat much, baby? you missed me that much?âÂ
âthat much!âÂ
you draw back with a pout, just enough so you can look at each other, nodding your head probably too fastâ youâre almost dizzy. adrenaline tide calming into waves, youâre catching your breath.
are you certain that this is not your imagination playing tricks on you?
âyouâre hereâŠâ you slowly say. itâs only registering to your whiplashed brain. there is barely any feeling in your arms as you touch his face, an attempt at separating wishful thinking and reality. âwhy are you here?â
âwhy else?â he grins toothily. âbecause you said you were missing me.âÂ
your attempt at forming words is rudely interrupted. he steals a kiss, this thief⊠hard and hungry, keeping you in place by his palm cradling the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.Â
he pulls away with a satisfied hum, tongue darting out to swipe over his lips. âand because i was missing you more.âÂ
for a moment, you gaze at each other in silence. youâre still neck deep in disbelief and euphoria. that kiss took your breath away. under the circumstances, you shall yield and admit that he misses you more. he requests for developed photos of you when you come visit. thatâs something you never imagined youâd have to do.Â
he tries to tame your messy hair, smoothing it down until heâs holding your cheeks lovingly. âi mean, what else was i supposed to do? i miss waking up to this pretty face everyday.âÂ
you pucker your lips in response, demanding for a kiss. this earns a chuckle from him before he grants your wish. an unintelligible noise of joy escapes your mouth as you jump and hug him again. it is shortly followed by a yelp when he whisks you off the bed without warning, spinning you âround and âround⊠âround⊠and âround⊠andâŠ
your laughter soon transforms into horror.Â
âjungkook!â you scream with your eyes squeezed shut and your legs curled around his waist. âokay! stop it! iâm getting dizzy!âÂ
the crazy bastard keeps on giggling as if he doesnât hear a thing. you always expect these reunions to be so emotional, but when jungkook is here, it feels as though he never left. Â
âjungkook!âÂ
you hook your leg around his, causing the two of you to collapse on the soft mattress. you land on top of him with a whimper. you breathe out a sigh, relieved that the nausea-inducing ride is over.
âthat was fun.â he speaks next to your ear; the sensation makes you squirm.Â
âit was,â you push yourself up to search for more air, a little sweaty after yours and jungkookâs hyperness took control of your bodies. âfor the first five seconds.âÂ
youâre now properly straddling him, ass on his crotch. itâs accidental, but nothing new. nay, comfortable. this level of proximity wonât feel like intimacy with somebody else. goddamn, you missed your boyfriend so much.Â
a big, sleepy yawn zaps your attention from him. you cover your face with both hands, wandering into the darkness for a little while. you find that your mind is devoid of any thought. perhaps youâre more overwhelmed than you let on.Â
âmissed this view tooâŠâ he reveals amidst the haze, a distinct change in the tone of his voice.Â
there they areâ the butterflies in his stomach, slaves to you and only you. he breathes through his parted lips as he caresses your thighs with tenderness bleeding from his fingertips, your skin so smooth and soft in contrast to his calloused palms. his lips curve into a drunken smile when you graze his greedy hands, as though granting them permission, before they slip inside the magenta velvet of your night dress. the material bunches over his forearms as he reaches for your hips. it leaves almost nothing to the imagination (in his case: memory). his attention is stolen by your cotton panties. light taupe. decorated by white polka dots.Â
âthis oneâs new.â he comments.
you peer down to figure out what he meant. right, heâs never seen this before. âsurprise! you like it?â
âyes, itâs cute.â he toys with the little ribbon at the center of the waistband. âyou rarely get this color.â
âthanks. i think my taste is changing.â
âreally?â
âmhmmâŠâÂ
his hands venture up to your waist, kneading at the flesh and reacquainting with the feel of you. heâs been pissed off at the thought of forgetting what it feels like to touch you, knowing your body like the back of his hand. he hasnât been away from you for extended periods of time since their last tour. that was years ago.Â
for maximum comfort, he sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. âletâs move here.â he carries you with him, back comfortable leaning against the headboard, while you remain sitting pretty on his lap. âbam was sleeping on my side of the bed when i arrived.â
âhuhâŠ?â you blink.Â
âyou didnât know?â
you shake your head innocently, a tad distracted by your eyes roaming his naked torso. he looks absolutely ravishing as ever. did something already change from the last time you saw him?Â
âi tucked him into his bed last night.â
you visited bam at the training facility after work yesterday, but he kept trying to follow you as you were leaving. your fragile heart caved and you brought him home for the weekend. you texted jungkook about it but he didnât respond; as much as that made you sad, you figured he was just tired or he used his phone time to talk to his family.Â
you spent the whole night playing with bam and watching his favorite dog entertainment channel on youtube. the house wasnât dead silent for once. you fell asleep together on the couch until you woke up at 2am and tucked him and yourself into your respective beds. it was easy to fall back to sleep after, but it felt weird that you didnât need an audiobook or hours of calming sounds of nature.Â
youâre not whining. there have been a lot of sunny and happy days. you have wonderful people in your life who act as your support system in their own unique ways, but jungkook and bam⊠theyâre your family. you made your peace with no longer having one, but now that youâve built your own, having to be apart from them makes your heart ache.Â
âdid he sneak in to sleep next to you? he does that now?â he makes a surprised face. âwhatâs this? iâm so jealous of him!â
a pinch in your heart.Â
you try your best to conceal a frown, but your poor choice of words paints your disappointment. âyouâre not-â you avoid his eyes. âstaying the night?â
âyah, you donât have to look so sad. i can stay, baby.â
âyou can?â your face lights up.Â
âfor you, iâll make it happen.â he cheeses, affectionately tapping the tip of your nose like itâs a button to make you smile. âiâm only working hard in there to earn more days off, you know that?â
that makes you frown.
âbabe, donât do thatâŠâ you whine, shaking his shoulders. âyou donât need to work so hard. only do what is required of you. i just want you to be healthy.â
âno⊠just let me.â he replies with finality. âi need⊠i need a reason. youâre the reason why iâm still hanging in there, and i donât want to miss another anniversary.âÂ
he bats his eyelashes.Â
âbeing your boyfriend is my favorite job in the whole world.â
and how are you supposed to argue with one of his most heart-fluttering, most wholesome lines yet?Â
you sigh in defeat. âthen you can rest when youâre with me.âÂ
âi love you.â
âi love you, too.âÂ
you lean in to kiss him, but are interrupted when he yawns. your forehead ends up resting against his as you giggle uncontrollably at the unexpected and hilarious view of his open mouth.Â
âsleepy?â
he bows his head in embarrassment, body vibrating with laughter. âi couldnât sleep because i was so excited. i wanted to talk to you last night but i was so sure iâd spoil the surprise.âÂ
âof course you couldnât.â you giggle, removing yourself from his lap while tugging at the collar of his shirt. âcome here. letâs sleep some more.â
you lie down on the bed facing each other. jungkook moans in contentment as you engulf him in your embrace, nuzzling his face against your chest. he can smell your body wash, sweet and clean. thatâ that isnât new. every muscle in his body decompresses. he needed this, needed you. desperately. tremendously. you pull the thick and warm blanket over yourselves and he melts. while he wishes he was taller, he knows he is still of considerable height. heâs been bulking up, getting stronger than before too. but he doesnât give a fuck about those at the moment. heâs not even aware. his body fits perfectly with yoursâ thatâs all he knows. oh⊠heâs melting. but it doesnât feel like heâs being reduced. he has everything to gain. this is heaven on earth.
he opens his eyes into an awful squint, faced by your cleavage spilling out from the neckline of your night dress. thereâs this urge he canât ignore. itâs not spelt out in his mind, he rather feels like his body is having a fit. next thing he knows, heâs carefully sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of the swell of your boob. he stays still for a few seconds, and then pulls away once he deems himself satisfied. he wipes your skin with his thumb incase he left some saliva, innocent eyes peeking up at you huffing out a quiet laugh.Â
âyou sure thatâs all you needed?â
âiâll devour you later.â he smirks, blinking sluggishly. âiâm tired but just you wait. iâll go all night!â
ânot if i beat you to itâŠâ you tease, having plans of your own. you want to make him feel good. youâve been going insane thinking about it. âmissed you.â
âalright then, letâs do it at the same time.â he says suggestively.Â
âyou know i have a hard time focusing when we do that.â you huff.
âeh, so? not me.â he chuckles. âi think you do a really great job, though?â
ââŠstill! go easy on me a little bit so i can do better.â
âitâs not a competition, baby.â he squeezes your waist affectionately. âplus, i donât think iâd be able to control myself once i get a taste.â
âjungkook!â you whine, growing flustered.Â
he laughs out loud, giving your ass a quick spank that resounds through the walls of the bedroom.Â
it becomes silent again after that.
the tip of your nails graze his scalp with repeated movements, more so for your amusement, but he is practically purring. you canât imagine your arm being a comfortable pillow either, but he is doing great at making it appear so.
âi realized something.â
âwhat is it?â
âi really canât live without you.â he confesses earnestly, then looks up at you with raised eyebrows. âdonât say anything. i know youâll say something like âyes, you can!ââ
âi was not. i liked hearing you say it.â you stifle a giggle. âbut iâm not going anywhere. you know that.â
âi donât doubt that.â he sighs with a heavy chest. âsometimes i just get a bit worried that youâd get tired of waiting.âÂ
this isnât the first time in your relationship that heâs voicing out this fear, but the difference between then and now is stark. with the disconnection, there was a part of you that expected it to resurface.Â
âbabe,â you gently tilt up his face, locking your sincere and love-filled eyes with his. âweâre okay. iâve loved you since i was 18. this? this is nothing. youâre a part of me, so youâre always with me. and i know you keep me with you too.â
you wear a brave face. you hope that he believes your words as much as you do, because no matter how many boulders the universe throws down your path, all you ever think about is how you and jungkook will surmount them. together. he is your partner after all.
âweâll get through it like we always do, baby boy.â
jungkook nods and smiles, doe eyes glittering. you love making that happen. âsorry, i think i scared myself when i read stories on the internet.âÂ
âour story is different!â
the two of you burst into a fit of giggles.
âno, seriously-â he cackles, a little breathless.
âweâre one of a kind!â you keep the joke running. you want to keep making him laugh, even if itâs only for a few seconds longer.Â
âweâve gone through so much bullshit. not everyone would fight as hard as we did!â jungkook passionately agrees with the same intensity. âyouâre right, we always make it work. weâll get through it like we always do.â
âtrust me,â you charmingly implore him. âwhen was i ever wrong?â
ânever!â he immediately shakes his head. ââŠatleast not about the things that matter.â
âokay,â you shrug. âiâll take it.â
âgoodnight kiss, please.â he cutely pleads.
wild guess: he went home to be babied. not that youâre complaining. this is miles better than having to wrestle him over who gets to be the big spoon. you love giving love. when your heart stops beating, it would be great to celebrate how much you were loved, but you also wish to be remembered as a person who gave love until their last breath.Â
âgoodnight, my love.â you coo, well aware that the sun has risen.Â
you plant a tender kiss on his forehead. the complaint bubbling in his throat is swallowed when you lean in closer to reach his lips. with his wish fulfilled, he flutters his eyes closed and snuggles as close to you as possible, real and proper rest finally within his grasp. he basks in your warmth and the tranquilizing silenceâ his breathing steady and his heart at its calmest. beautiful things enter his mind. you are the sun on the first spring day; the clouds that go with him no matter the distance; the waves that kiss the shore and never fail to come back. he heals in places he didnât know he was hurting.Â
âhold on, where is bam then?â
âhis house. i gave him some treats then he slept againâŠâ his voice comes out muffled. he sniffles jokingly. âthe reaction was kind of underwhelming. i think he didnât miss me as much.âÂ
âof course heâd choose that over a human.â
âi bribed him too early.â he laments.
âwaitâŠâ he feels you come to a still. âi think heâs coming.â
he opens his eyes and copies you in focusing on the familiar sound of bamâs paws clicking against the floor. the mattress quakes and he lifts his head to find the dog climbing over your bodies.Â
heâs seriously a large and tall dog.Â
âbam, what are you doing here?!âÂ
bam tilts his head and stares back at jungkook, tail wagging as his dad laughs and pets him on the head down to his back.Â
âheâs so adorable.â you squeal quietly, joining in and scratching under his chin. âi love you, bam.âÂ
bamâs eyes switch to you. he slowly lowers his head, giving your hand a tentative lick as if to show appreciation but heâs also worried that it would prompt you to stop.
âheâs gotten real heavy, huh?â
âheâs got some big muscles like you.â
âof course! he got it from me.â
jungkookâs proud smile drops a little. it morphs into pure fondness once bam starts sniffing at him. he yelps and dramatically falls back, wiping his wet cheek with the back of his hand, but itâs game over once bam pants with excitement. bam chases his face to attack him with his love language.Â
you watch the scene from the sidelines, laughing so hard that your sides are beginning to hurt. you wish you were recording. you wish that you never forget this.Â
âokay, okay! youâre happy to see me! i see that now!â jungkook laughs, squeezing bam in a tight hug for a moment.Â
the dog still refuses to relent, however. they almost look like theyâre fighting to the death but the truth is theyâre just smothering each other with affection. unbeknownst to them, you make a pained face when one of them accidentally hits your arm multiple times. nevermind, they were definitely both culprits.Â
â____! save me!â your boyfriend cries out.
he bulldozes through bam and shoves himself into the tiny space he previously, and peacefully, occupied minutes before. heâs squeezing you so tight, nearly crushing you as he laughs with tears in his eyes. they affectionately call it his elmo laugh, the fans, which you adore just as much.Â
you see it before you hear it. bam makes that face when heâs about to bark. your hush comes out at the same exact second as his barking.Â
âthis is so chaotic!â you try to project your voice louder than everybody elseâs.Â
jungkookâs laughs quieter but harder, if that makes any sense.Â
you have an arm around jungkook that holds him taut and protected, while the other is busy with getting bam to settle down. you slide your palm across his fur in repeated motions, focusing on the spots that cause his eyes to flutter in relaxation.
âshhh, bam. itâs still too early. let daddy rest first. we can tire him out again later, okay?â
he settles on top of your bodies again. he has stopped moving around, but then he makes that face again, and you really love your healthy sense of hearing.Â
âbehave, bam-â you playfully squeeze his cheeks together before scratching under his chin. âmy cutie bam. you can do that for me, right? youâre a good boy! iâm sure you understand.â
he abandons the urge to bark, suddenly fixing his position so you can also scratch at his chest. you almost snort at how funny he looked obeying you on accident because he is begging to be petted.
âthatâs right. good job, bam.â you coo, sending him a pleased smile. âyouâre so smart. you listen so well.âÂ
you whisper to jungkook. âitâs so cute when it looks like he really understands what iâm saying.â
âitâs the way you talk to him.â he answers quietly, placing tiny kisses along your collarbone. âyouâre so sweet.â he almost forgot how good you are with bam. he just fell in love with you all over again.Â
âbut itâd be cooler if he does understand me.â you hum, moving your hand on bamâs head. he finally decides to flop down then. he rests his head over your waist, eyes seemingly inching closer to sleepiness. you sigh in relief. âgo to sleep too, baby.â
jungkook breaks the silence a moment later.
ââŠdid you mean me or bam?â
âyou!â you chuckle.Â
âoh-â he laughs at his own foolishness. his arm that is supposed to be hooked around your waist rests over bamâs body instead. he ruffles the dogâs fur softly. âletâs all go to sleep.â
you let out a yawn in response to that. you sniffle, murmuring tiredly. âi love you, baby⊠your surprise made me so happy. iâll make it up to you too.â
âi love you moreâŠâ
jungkook lifts his head and finds that you have closed your eyes. your chest rises and falls in a calm rhythm. bam is closely following you into dreamland.Â
heavens, what he wouldnât give so he could stay here forever and never leave again.Â
his eyes are heavy with exhaustion, hot with sleepy tears, but he fights his own body to stay awake. with all his might, he gazes in awe at the beauty of a life with you. he wants to always remember what is waiting for him at home.
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Motive | Pornstar!Javier Peña x Fem!Reader | Part 3 of Unscripted Desire | ~10k wc | Series Masterlist | gif cred | Explicit. Minors DNI.
Summary: Another chaotic shoot... but at least it's in Malibu?
Tags: more plot keeps sneaking into the porn, angst, frankie has entered the villa, jealous!javi, reader stands on business, it's a porn set other people are also fucking, masturbation on camera (m), dirty talk, lots of cursing (f bombs my beloved), an attempt at a blowjob, javier can't get it up, a dash of misogyny, author projects her ooc thoughts about problematic age gaps in the porn industry, no use of y/n, reader has a degree in film production, other shit iâm probably forgetting.
A/N: me nervous that part 3 isn't going to live up to the hype? more likely than you think! đââïž this fic is taking on a brain of its own and i'm just along for the ride, baby! for my just the tip stansâ i'm sorry but i'm going to have to edge you until part 4 *crowd boos and i'm dragged off stage* i was going to wait to post this, but i really wanted to get it out because i'm so damn proud of it lowkey, lol, so i hope you all like it đ€ let a bitch know what ya think! also, shoutout to my pookie @persephone-girl for reading over this đ love u mamas
Your phoneâs shrill ring pierces through the haze of sleep, and you groan in frustration, burying your face deeper into the pillow.
The comforter is pulled tight over your head, shielding you from the annoyingly bright sunlight filtering through your window. Your hand shoots out, fumbling blindly across the bedside table until your fingers finally close around the receiver.Â
âWhat?â you grumble, voice thick with sleep and muffled beneath your sheets.
âThere she is! My beautiful, talented camerawoman. Have I ever told you how much I appreciate what you do?â Robbieâs overly cheerful voice blares through the phone, so you pull it back from your ear slightly, wincing.
âWhy are you calling me this early in the morning?â you snap, already regretting picking up.
âEarly? Itâs almost noonââ
âWhat do you want, Robbie?â You cut him off, not in the mood for small talk, especially since last nightâs bar shift ran past four in the morning. You were hoping to sleep through most of the day, recovering in your bed with no interruptions. Clearly, that plan has gone out the window.
âLook, Iâve got a big shoot happening in Malibu today and Iâm short-staffed. I could really use your magic touch behind the camera.â
âNo.â
 âCâmon,â he drags the word out, âIâll make sure youâre well compensated for working on your day off.â
You rub your eyes, the remnants of sleep still clinging to you. âHow much?â
He tosses out a number, and despite your best effort to remain indifferent, your eyes widen. Damn. Thatâs more than decent money.
âMalibuâs all the way across town,â you point out, âI wonât make it there in time if I take the bus. And a taxi? Thatâll cost me a fortune.â
âDonât worry about that. Your rideâs outside waiting for you.â
You blink, confused, and get out of bed, dragging the corded phone with you as you move toward the bay window. You pull the curtain back just enough to peer down at the busy street below.
Sure enough, Steve is there, leaning casually against his Jeep with sunglasses on, a cigarette between his lips. The second he spots you looking down, he grins like the cheshire cat and waves.
âSeriously?â you mutter to Robbie, flipping Steve off with a half-hearted smile. âAnd what if Iâd said no?â
âWe both know you wouldnât have.â
After a few more quick exchanges, you hang up, glancing once more at your ride through the window before turning to rush and get yourself ready for the day ahead.
Truth be told, youâre still not fully awake, your body moving on autopilot as you shuffle through your morning (midday) routine.
Itâs been ages since youâve been to the beachâ especially one as nice as Malibuâs. The thought of it softens the blow of losing your rest day. You tell yourself youâll make the best of it, turning this unexpected workday into something that benefits you, too.
After shooting wraps, youâll indulge in a quiet evening by the shore, sinking your toes into the warm sand with a good book in hand. No rush to head back. This time, youâll gladly take a taxi if it means getting some peace seaside.
With that plan in mind, you dress for the day accordingly. Your halter-style bathing suit doubles as a cute top, the color complimenting your skin, while your favorite denim shorts sit comfortably over your bikini bottoms.
You pack a few essentials into your beach bag and make sure to grab your camera bag as well. Once youâve double-checked that everythingâs packed, you make your way downstairs, feeling a bit more awake now.
Steve catches sight of you approaching and flashes a dramatic grin, straightening up like heâs about to chauffeur royalty.
âYour chariot awaits,â he announces with an exaggerated flourish, swinging the passenger door open.
You roll your eyes, but you canât help the bemused laugh that escapes your lips. âGod, youâre ridiculous,â you mutter, shaking your head as you climb into the seat, tossing your beach bag onto the floor.
He shuts the door behind you with a smirk. âRidiculous? I prefer charmingly dedicated to my craft.â He hops into the driverâs side, flicking the cigarette away before starting the car.
You snort at his self-satisfaction, leaning back against the seat and putting on the seatbelt.Â
âMalibu, huh? How the fuck did he manage to swing that?â
He chuckles, one hand lazily draped over the wheel, the other tapping out a rhythm on his knee. âHe didnât tell me much eitherâ just asked me to stop by and pick you up on my way.â
That makes sense. Robbieâs always been a bit scatterbrained, occasionally running around like heâs managing a multi-million-dollar empire when, in reality, heâs holding it together with duct tape and half-assed enthusiasm.
The drive is surprisingly fun, Steveâs constant jokes keeping your spirits high. He always manages to make you laugh, which is why you tolerate his quirks.Â
âIâm pretty sure Javiâs going to be there,â he says, almost too nonchalantly, meaning heâs in the mood to be messy.
You keep your gaze focused on the coastline, watching as palm trees blur past. The wind from the open windows has you squinting momentarily, but it canât cool the sudden heat spreading through your body.Â
âItâs not going to be weird seeing him, right?â He presses and you finally turn to face him, moving your sunglasses to the top of your head.
âWhy would it be weird?â you ask, the challenge clear in your voice.
He shoots you a look, brows raised and lips quirked in that irritating way of his. âOh, I dunno. Maybe âcause of the whole flirtinâ with you during the middle of a scene thing? Or, yâknow, the elevator incident⊠which, by the way, what the fuck even happened there?â He glances at you, curiosity practically oozing out of him.
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest defensively, but you canât stop the way your thighs rub together at the memory.Â
Javierâs mouth... God. âNone of your damn business.â
âDonât tell me you fucked him.â
You laugh, loudly, the sound bordering on forced. âAbsolutely not.â
He shoots you that okay, sure look, and you groan internally.
Steveâs like a dog with a bone when he gets curious, and you know heâs not going to let this go until you give him something. You sigh, deciding to indulge himâ partially.Â
âHe was being an asshole,â you start, and he immediately interjects with, âNothing new there,â causing both of you to share a laugh at Javierâs expense.
You shake your head, returning your sunglasses to the bridge of your nose. âNo, seriously. He was pushing my buttons, being his usual peacock self. I donât even know how it escalated, but one moment weâre arguing, and the next... heâs got his tongue in my pussy.â
Steve chokes on his own spit at your bluntness. Heâs heard and seen much worse on set, yet your confession has him all tripped up.Â
âSo, you did fuck him?â
You roll your eyes again, shifting in your seat as the horny flashbacks hit you all at onceâ Javierâs lips wrapped around your clit, the perfect rhythm of his tongue, his fingers.
You shove those thoughts away, focusing on the road ahead, annoyed at both Javier and Steve now. âGetting head isnât fucking. Itâs, like, third base. And anyway, I made it clearâ thatâs all he was getting from me. Iâm not about to waste my time rolling around in bed with him.â
He gives you a lookâ a knowing lookâ and you scoff, shaking your head. âWhat now?âÂ
âNothing. Youâre just the first person Iâve heard say that about him.â
âSomeoneâs gotta humble his ass,â you mutter, though the words feel heavier than they should. You try to act like youâve put Javier out of your mind, like that moment was nothing but a blip in your life, but deep down, you know itâs not that simple.
Youâve never met anyone like him, and the fact that he can elicit such reactions from you pisses you off so bad.
As the coastline stretches out in front of you, Malibu drawing closer with every mile, you canât help but wonder if seeing Javier today will be as easy as youâre pretending it will be.
The mansion is far more extravagant than anything you could have imagined. Its grand facade, with towering columns and ivy crawling up the sides, feels like something out of a movie set, and for a second, you almost forget why youâre here.
But then, as soon as you step past the threshold, you hear itâ echoing from deep within the house are the unmistakable sounds of exaggerated moans, grunts, and the rhythmic thump of bodies meeting.
You adjust the strap of your camera bag on your shoulder, your beach bag abandoned in Steveâs car. As you step further into the foyer, Robbie appears, that infamous smirk plastered on his face.
âLong way from home, arenât you, Dorothy?â he jokes, taking in your wide-eyed amusement as you scan the expensive decorâ the towering glass chandelier overhead, the marble floors gleaming beneath your feet, the floor-to-ceiling windows.
You canât help but be a little impressed.Â
But of course, heâs there to give you shit about it. You turn your wide-eyed gaze into a glare, bringing your attention to him. âSo funny. You should quit your current sleazy day job and take up another sleazy oneâ stand up,â you reply, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
He just grins, unbothered by your sharp tone. âYouâre always a joy to work with. No wonder Javi asked for you specifically.â
Your entire demeanor shifts viscerally and you curse yourself for it mentally, caught completely off guard. âWait, what? Javier asked for me?â
He shrugs, indifferent to your confusion. âYeah. Heâs set for a solo shoot upstairs in one of the bathrooms before heâs on with...â He snaps his fingers, trying to remember. â...Mariella. Real pretty girl, itâs her first on-camera gig today.â
The world blurs a little as your mind zeroes in on that one bit of information: Javier asked for you. And not just for any shootâ a solo one. You blink, shaking your head to clear the fog. âIâm sorry, can we go back to the part where I was summoned here by someone who isnât my boss?â
âOh yeah, he made a real fuss about it. Sent away the other guy we had lined up for the shoot. Told me he wouldnât do it unless you were behind the camera. Even offered to pay out of his own pocket just to get you here. Itâs the only reason weâre paying you as much as I promised over the phone.â
Your stomach twists and you can feel your face settling into a deep frown, the kind that pulls some of your mood down with it. So thatâs why he dangled such a big paycheck in front of you this morning.
After the elevator incident (as Steve has so eloquently named it), after the intense heat of his mouth on you, the way he had youâ he said heâd leave you alone. He was supposed to respect the boundaries you set, but here he is, yanking you back into his orbit.Â
You can already picture him upstairs, lounging in one of those stupidly lavish bathrooms, probably smirking that damn smirk of his, waiting for you.
You try to squash down the way your pulse quickens at the thought, the lingering memory of his fingers digging into your hips, his tongue working between your thighs, is beckoning you into temptation again.
âFucking great,â you mutter, more to yourself than your boss. You have half a mind to storm up those stairs, find the pornstar, and give him a piece of your mind before marching right back out to spend your day on the beachâ free of drama and distractions and him.
But the reality is, youâre being paid nearly three times what youâd normally make on a gig like this. Itâs enough to drown out the temptation to walk away, however satisfying that would be.
Youâre an adult. Youâve dealt with worse. You can handle this.
Robbie gives you a sidelong glance, clearly sensing your hesitation. âYouâre not backing out, are you?â
With a sigh, you force a smile and shake your head. âAs good as itâd feel to leave, no, Iâm not. Iâll be up in a sec.â
Relief flashes across his face, and he gives you a few pointers before rushing off into this maze of a house.
You linger for a second longer, taking a deep breath to shake off the nerves. Come on. Get it together. After a final mental pep talk, you head toward the grand staircase that winds up to the second floor.Â
The sight that greets you at the top of the stairs stops you in your tracks: Lexxie is splayed out on her back atop some console table, currently getting the life fucked out of her. The visual is chaotic but nothing new. Youâve seen it a hundred times before.Â
A guy with a scruffy beard and a beat-up baseball cap stands behind the camera, looking more bored than impressed, barely watching as the two stars go at it.
You lean against the nearby railing, your voice cutting through their heavy breaths and grunts. âGuess your marriage to Javier didnât last very long,â you tease from off camera, referencing the honeymoon shoot.
The starâs eyes snap open at the sound of your voice, and she flashes you a playful, almost sweet smile in between heavy breaths. âKinda regretting stepping out on himâoh, fuck.â Her snappy comeback dissolves into a breathy moan as the guy currently rearranging her on the table pushes her legs up to her chest, hitting just the right spot.Â
âSorry, didnât mean to ruin your shot,â you say, throwing a glance at the cameraman, knowing how annoying it can be when someone messes with your focus.
He waves it off with a lazy shrug. âItâs not ruined. Honestly, I wouldâve quit filming ten minutes ago. Itâs starting to drag. Iâm impressed theyâre still going.â
You let out a small laugh, nodding in agreement. âYeah, theyâve got stamina like you wouldnât believe. Makes me feel lazy in bed sometimes, but then I remember how unrealistic this shit actually is.â
He chuckles, scratching at his jaw. âShould make it an Olympic sport. Bet weâd bring home gold.â
âPretty sure that already exists and it happens in the Olympic Village.â You smirk, finally peeling your eyes away from the couple to look at him properly.
Heâs cute in that disheveled, stray-dog kind of way. His curls poke out from under a worn baseball cap, his beard patchy, and his clothes rumpled, like he just rolled out of bed and threw on the first thing he could find. He fits in perfectly with the kind of guys youâd expect on a porn crew.
Earning a genuine laugh from him, he extends a hand. âIâm Frankie.â
You shake it, offering your name in return. âIâm also part of the crew. About to go shoot a scene in the master bathroom.â You explain, noticing how his grip lingers just a little, his smile playful and easy. You feel a bit of warmth rush to your cheeks, and heâs about to say something whenâ
âOh fuck, Iâm about to cum!â Lexxieâs voice is piercing, loud and breathless, pulling your attention back to the scene.
You shake your head, stifling a laugh. âWell, thatâs my cue,â you mutter, stepping out before you get too caught up flirting with him.
âNice meeting you,â he says before dismounting the camera, moving in closer to capture the so-called money shot.
Cute. Too cute. Itâs almost enough to make you forget about the man youâre about to see.
You push open the door to the room Javierâs in, and the sight of him has you doing a double take.
Heâs standing in the middle of the room with nothing but a white towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, his defined Adonis belt drawing your eyes in a way you hate to admit.
His toned, brown torso glistens with the thinnest layer of sweat, the sunlight pouring into the room making him look like heâs glowing.
You need to toughen up, and in order to do so, you have to bitch at him. Itâs the only way to keep that lustful cavewoman instinct away.
âYouâre a piece of work,â is what you settle on, making sure to let your tone really punctuate how annoyed you are by the stunt he pulled today.
The second his eyes lock onto yours, amusement flickers behind them, as if heâs been waiting for this confrontation.
He quirks a brow, lips curving into a lazy smile. âÂżDe que hablas nenaâ?â
âWhat happened to âif you donât want me anymore, Iâll leave you aloneâ? Was that something you said just to lower my guard? To get me to give you what you want?â You cut him off, keeping your distance even as you notice him inching closer.
Your eyes are daggers as they bore into him, and for a brief second, you hope he feels at least some of the fire burning in your chest. But if heâs affected, he doesnât show it. He is frustratingly calm, like heâs above it all.
âYou gave me no indication that you didnât want me anymore.â His voice is casual, almost patronizing.
You groan as you throw your hands up in exasperation. âI literally said, âHope you got your fix because itâs never happening again.â What the fuck else do I have to say or do to get you off my back?â
Silence settles between you two as you stand there staring each other down. Heâs unreadable, watching you with an intensity that makes your skin tingle.
âWell?â you demand, impatient.
âIn my defenseâ it didnât sound very convincing.â You stare at him incredulously before turning on your heel. Hell no. He can keep his money and his bullshit. Youâre not doing this.
But just as your fingers graze the doorknob, his voice sharpens with a hint of panic, calling your name.
âWait, look,â he starts, running a hand through his hair, âIâm not trying to start anything. I just thoughtââ he pauses, searching for the right words. âIâd feel more comfortable if you were behind the camera during this shoot. Not the other guy Robbie brought in.â
Frankie? He seems so harmless, and besides, Javierâs never had an issue with whoeverâs in the room when heâs filming, so why is it a problem now?
However, his tone does sound sincere. You turn to face him again, narrowing your eyes and refusing to let your guard down. âThis better not be another one of your tricks, Javier. If youâre doing this to try and get into my pantsââ
He almost grins, but catches himself just in time, clearly biting back a remark. You can see it in the way his mouth twitches, and you know exactly what heâs thinking. Already have, his brown eyes seem to say. But he holds his tongue, offering a faint nod instead.Â
âI promise. No tricks. Just a professional shoot. Thatâs it.â
You give him one last warning glance before sighing. âFine. But Iâm telling you, Javierââ
âI know, I know,â he interrupts, holding up his hands. âI get it and please stop calling me Javier.â
You arch a brow. âThatâs your name, isnât it?â
âYeah, but everyone calls me Javi.â
Ugh, whatever. âOkay, fine, Javi. Just show me where Iâm supposed to set up.âÂ
He bites back another grin and motions you with a flick of his head, and with the weird tension simmering, you follow him toward the ensuite bathroom. The door creaks open, revealing an elaborate setup, and you pause in the doorway, eyes widening.
Itâs surprisingly... beautiful.
In front of a massive window that overlooks the sprawling blue ocean outside, thereâs a porcelain clawfoot bathtub filled with what looks like a milk bath. Various colored flower petals float delicately on the surface, scattered in an almost artful arrangement.
You let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding. âWell, damn. This actually looks nice.â This bathroom is bigger than your entire apartment.
Javier notices your reaction and leans against the doorframe to the connecting walk in closet, arms crossed over his bare chest, a smirk playing on his lips. âCatering to the female gaze,â he says with a cocky shrug, âAt least, thatâs what my agent told me. Seems like Iâm very popular among the ladies.â
The way he says it makes you want to smack him upside the head. Heâs pushing your buttons again in the most subtle way, and you hate how good he is at it.
âCute,â you reply dryly, walking past him to set your camera bag down on the large counter.
As you begin to unpack and set up, you can feel his eyes on you, watching your every move, lingering on the exposed skin of your back then dripping down to your legs.
It kind of feels good to have him ogling you like this. The whole look but donât touch thing is really doing it for you, more than youâd care to admit. Thereâs a certain power in keeping him wanting, yet also forcing the distance.
âItâs not just about the ladies, you know. I actually want this to be good. I trust you to make it look that way.â
You glance over at him. His playful arrogance has slightly faded, shaded in by the genuine want to make this feel more than just some raunchy scene.
âIâm not a director, I just film it,â you remind him, adjusting the camera lens as you try to play it off. âSo just do whatever you think is right. Robbie gave me some pointers, but it wasnât much.â
âStill,â he presses, âthereâs some finesse to what you do.â
At least heâs aware of that. âLetâs just get this over with,â you say, deflecting the compliment.
You finish setting up the camera, adjusting the tripod to get the perfect angle. Itâs important to capture the full picturesque scene to begin withâ the soft light spilling in through the window, the sparkling blue ocean in the background.
You clear your throat, âOkay, Iâm all set for whenever youâre ready.â
Javier moves casually as he unwraps the white towel from around his waist. His cock, already half-hard, demands your attention, but you force yourself to look away. You rub your lips together then lick at them unconsciously, trying to focus on anything other than his naked body.
âGot plans after this?â he asks as though heâs asking you about the weather.
You blink at the normalcy of the question âJust going to hang out by the beach,â you reply plainly, trying to keep your focus on the camera and not on his crotch.
It almost feels strange talking to him like this, without the usual teasing or sexual tension-laden bickering.
âSounds fun,â he says as he steps into the tub, the water sloshing around him. âReal nice out here. The weather is perfect for it today.â
You watch as he settles in, the milky water rising around his body, and for a moment, youâre completely mesmerized.
The scene in front of you looks like something out of a romantic painting, and it hits you how undeniably beautiful he looks. His skin, a warm golden brown, contrasts perfectly with the creamy white of the bath, and the colorful flower petals floating on the surface make the whole thing look like a dream.
He leans back, the water just kissing his chest, and you catch yourself imagining what a soft, hazy vignette filter would do to the shot, how it would add an enchanting glow to an already intimate scene.
You shake your head slightly, snapping yourself out of the reverie. Youâre supposed to be filming him jerking off, not admiring the aesthetics like this is some fine art shoot. But fuck, itâs hard to separate the two when the visuals are this damn good.
Javier, of course, senses your brief distraction. He watches you, eyes thoughtful as he stretches out, letting the water ripple around him. He doesnât say anything, but thereâs a slight smirk playing on his lips, like he knows exactly what youâre thinking.
You take a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand, despite the heat pooling between your thighs. âIs there a clear direction for this scene, or are you just improvising?â
âIâm just winging it,â his voice is a rich, velvet drawl, a little rough from all the smoking he does. âNo dirty talk. They want my natural noises to be the main focus⊠amongst other things.â He cocks his head to the side, one arm coming up to rub at the back of his neck.
Heat blooms low in your belly, shooting straight to your cunt at the sight. The way his bicep flexes, the muscles shifting smoothly beneath that taut, sun-kissed skin, showcasing just how defined he is while still looking so maddeningly soft.Â
Calm down, girl, you silently reprimand your pussy. Sheâs fucking purring right now.
You clear your throat and give him a nod, signaling him to begin. Stepping behind the camera, you focus through the lens, grateful for the distance.
Javier moves slowly. His head tips back against the edge of the tub, eyes falling closed, the soft curve of his lashes fanning out like shadows against his skin. One hand trails down, lingering at the hollow of his collarbones. The movements are unhurried, almost reverent, as though heâs savoring the feel of his own skin.
The intimate build-up draws you in, despite your best efforts to remain detached.
You unmount the camera from its tripod after a few moments, stepping closer to him, framing the shot tight around his chest, the slow glide of his hand along his torso. You canât help but notice the pounding of your heart, each beat mirroring the steady, throbbing pulse at your clit.Â
The sight of himâ relaxed, fully in his element, bathed in the soft glow of lightâ stirs that fucking feeling deep within you.
Itâs not just desire, though thatâs certainly there. Itâs the maddening awareness of how sensual, how magnetic this man is. And even though you try to tell yourself youâd feel the same about any other attractive man in his place, you know thatâd be a damn lie.
Javierâs hand moves lower, ghosting over the ridges of his soft stomach. His other hand trails slowly through the water, sending gentle ripples through the milky bath. You swallow hard and focus the lens on his faceâ the slight parting of his pouty pink lips beneath his trimmed mustache that you just now realize has a small patch right above his cupidâs bow.
Even his imperfections are attractive.
The flushed skin of his cock makes an appearance, his thick, swollen head breaking the surface of the water with each subtle movement, teasing you and the camera. The way it peeks through, the slick tip glistening in the milky bath, almost feels like a tauntâ winking at you.
Doing as youâre supposed to, you adjust the lens to zoom in on the way his cock flirts with the surface.
If you were anyone else, one of his usual co-stars maybe, youâd lean down and give it a few kitten licks. Youâd tease the sensitive crown with your tongue, circling the tip before letting it slide past your lipsâ just enough to drive him wild.
Your tongue twitches at the thought.
A soft groan escapes his lips as he gets closer to where heâs aching to touch. Itâs as if he can read your mind, as if he knows youâre imagining the feel of his cock in your mouth, the taste of his salty skin, the way heâd twitch against your tongue as you tease him until he begs for more.
Maybe heâs picturing your lips wrapped around him, too.
You bite down on your lower lip, forcing yourself to stay quiet, to stay focused, even though your body is betraying you. The mess in your panties, the way your nipples stiffen beneath your bathing suit topâ everything about this moment is dangerous.
Then finally, his fist wraps around his cock, a soft slosh of water accompanying the motion. The eroticism of the sceneâ paired with the proximity, the memory of those hands on youâ ignites that annoying need deep inside.
He strokes himself slowly, eyes still closed as though lost in the pleasure of it all. You focus the camera on his hand, on the way it moves with purpose, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock, slick with precum.
His groans start to fill the air, and your own body reacts, hips shifting slightly as you try to ignore pressure at your cunt.
âStill with me?â His voice cuts through the silence, raspy and knowing, eyes fluttering open to look at you.
Oh. Have they always been this golden?
âYeah,â youâre proud of yourself for keeping your voice steady.
Javierâs body is pure, unfiltered sin in motion. As you move around the bathtub to capture every angle, you canât help but admire him. His muscles shift with every slow pump of his hand, the sinewy lines of his arms and torso rippling just beneath the milky water.
His stomach contracts with each exhale, drawing your gaze lower to the faint trail of hair leading down to his cock, which you catch glimpses of when his hips buck up inadvertently.
His breathing grows heavier, his pouty bottom lip caught between his teeth, brows furrowing in concentration as his pleasure builds. Itâs mesmerizing, the way his face contorts, his expressions almost too intimate, too personal for the lens. But you canât tear your eyesâ or the cameraâ away.
His fist moves with such confidence, touching himself with an unhurried rhythm that only a man used to his own pleasure can manage. Every time his thumb glides over the tip of his cock, a heavier grunt rumbles in his throat and itâs so hot.
Youâre too focused on capturing every inch of him that it almost catches you off guard when he begins to speak.
âWish it was your pretty hand around me right now, baby.â His voice is husky, laced with want, and the words hit you like a punch to the gut.
You blink rapidly, heart stalling in your chest as the camera wavers slightly in your hands. âJavier,â you sigh, his name slipping from your lips before you can stop yourself.
âFuck, I know, but shitââ His words are more ragged now, spoken between heavy breaths. âYouâre all I can think about still. You stay in my mind, muñeca. Canât get you out.â
Even though every rational part of you knows you should stop him, should leave or at least say something to shut him up, you donât.
You donât run, you donât protest. You just... let it happen.
âTalk to me, please.â
âI-Iââ The words get stuck in your throat, âI canât. Iâll ruin the shoot.â Why is that your priority right now?
âYou wonât.â
The way he says it chips at the walls you've built around yourself.
âWhat do I even say?â
âAnything,â there he goes again, using that tone that makes him sound like heâs begging.
So, you say what youâve been thinking of since he got into this damn tub. âYour cock is so pretty, Javi.â You purr, throwing all caution to the wind, lying to yourself that this means nothing.
The effect is immediate. He groans, a deep sound from his chest, and his hand moves faster over his shaft, the slickness of the water amplifying the movement. âFuck,â he says, his breathing now erratic, âsay it again.â
Your gaze flicks down and itâs mesmerizing watching the way his body responds to his own touch, but itâs the fact that heâs unraveling in front of you that leaves your mouth dry.
âSuch a pretty cock, Javi,â you repeat, voice steadier this time, growing bolder with each passing second. Every flex and contraction of his body feeds the arousal pulsing in you. âI bet it would feel perfect sliding down my throat, hitting the back of it until Iâm choking on you.â
All those hours spent listening to cheesy porn dialogue are finally paying off.
His head falls back, exposing the strong column of his neck, Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallows. A guttural groan escapes him as the image of what you just said sets in. His other hand moves down to cup his heavy, swollen balls, the water around him rocking more violently now as he starts to lose himself in the fantasy.
âShit⊠Iâm close,â he growls, voice breaking with need, the words barely coherent. âKeep talking to me, fuckâŠâ
You lean in slightly, the camera momentarily forgotten. âYou want to come for me?â Your whisper is dripping with lust, the idea of him falling apart because of you making your pussy ache. âYou want to make a mess? Pretend Iâm kneeling right here, my mouth open and waiting for you to fill it, warm and wet just for you?â
Youâve seen him come so many times, watched him fill too many cunts with his spend and paint different parts of their pretty bodiesâ but none of it compares to the sight before you.
The way his body jerks in response tells you everything you need to know. His grip tightens on the edge of the tub, knuckles going white as he pumps faster, rougher, pushing himself toward the brink. His hips start lifting out of the water with every thrust into his own hand, chasing that final release.
âFuck, yesâŠ,â he groans, voice strangled, barely holding it together. His eyes squeeze shut, every muscle in his body tensing, going rigid as he falls over the edge.
His bilingual expletives cut off into a long, drawn-out moan as his cock twitches, thick ropes of cum spilling out in messy spurts, splattering against his fist, swirling into the milky bathwater. The petals float lazily across the surface, some clinging to his skin, as the evidence of his release drifts around him.
You stand there, heart pounding, frozen as your brain tries to catch up with your pussy.
âShit,â you mutter under your breath, fumbling with the camera as you stop the recording. You quickly move to pack everything up and try your damndest not to look at him.
âWait, donâtââ Javierâs voice is still hoarse, but thereâs a touch of urgency to it now, breaking through the post-orgasm haze. You hear the water sloshing violently behind you as he moves, and you know heâs getting out of the tub. âJust⊠hang on.â
âNo. I-I gotta go,â you stammer, your hands frantically packing up the camera, the lens cap slipping through your fingers. You try to grab it, but your nerves are shot and it fumbles. Thankfully, it doesnât take damage. Youâd hate to hear Robbie bitch at you for breaking the brand-new camera.
Just get out of here is the only thought running through your mind. Every time youâre around him lately, you end up a confused, horny, exasperated mess, and you canât handle it anymore.
âHeyâwait!â Javier slips as he tries to step out of the tub, nearly falling as he reaches for you, his wet feet squeaking against the floor. You turn just in time to see him catch himself, water dripping from his body, his skin still flushed from what just happened.
âWhat the hell?â You shoot him a look, âYouâre gonna break your neck trying to stop me from leavingââ
âI wasnâtâfuck, just let me talk for a second.â He runs a hand through his soaked hair, water dripping down his neck, over the curve of his shoulders, and you hate how even now, youâre distracted by how good he looks. He reaches for the towel and loosely wraps it around his waist. âI didnât mean for this to happen.â
âNeither did I,â you snap, stuffing your gear into your bag, not caring how haphazardly itâs packed. âThisâ this isnât what I signed up for. Iâm here to work, remember? Not⊠whatever the fuck that was.â
He steps closer, reaching for your arm, but you yank it away before he can touch you. The last thing you need is his hands on you right now, reminding you of everything you shouldnât want.
âYou think I donât know that?â His voice softens, but thereâs a frustration beneath it, like heâs grappling with the same confusion you are. âI wasnât trying to mess with you, okay? I just⊠I donât know what the hell is happening between us either.â
You stop, finally meeting his gaze. Thereâs something in his eyes that pulls at the part of you thatâs freakishly tethered to him, but you canât let that get to you now. Not when everything feels so damn complicated.
âJavier, thisââ You struggle for words, shaking your head. âThis canât keep happening. I canâtââ You pause, your breath catching. I canât have you. âI donât want you,â you correct yourself.
His jaw clenches, muscles ticking under the strain. âStop bullshitting me,â he growls, eyes narrowing.
âIâm not,â you shoot back, but it comes out too quickly, too rehearsed.
âYouâre lying through your fuckinâ teeth, and itâs pathetic. What is so wrong with giving me a chance?â He keeps circling back to thisâ chances.
One thing about him, he knows how to trigger a fucking migraine.Â
âEverything!â The word bursts out of you like a confession. âEverything about this is wrong. Itâs why Iâve been trying to stay away since day one, but youâre soâ ugh!â You throw your hands up, exasperated, the bathroom suddenly feeling too small and claustrophobic. Heâs got you spinning in circles, tying you up in knots, and you canât think straight around him.
Without a second thought, you turn to leave, your feet moving as if youâre fucking levitating. So what if youâve made a habit of running away from him? You donât owe him shit.
âNenaââ Desperation laces his voice and that stupid nickname makes your skin curl. âI donât want you to leave like this.â
âWell, too bad,â you snap over your shoulder. âIâm leaving so you canât sweet-talk me into anything.â The slam of the door echoes behind you, a final punctuation to your statement.
As you step out into the hallway, the distant sounds of people fucking filter through the air, kind of grounding you back to the real world.
You canât keep working with him, not if every interaction is going to end like this. You make a mental note to talk to Robbie after todayâs shoot. No more Peña.
The day drags on, the tension from earlier still lingering, but now, sitting outside on the shaded patio, you feel a small reprieve.
A half-eaten sandwich rests before you on the table, your eyes lazily tracing the lines of the zero-edge pool that blends into the horizon. The soft rustle of palm trees swaying in the gentle breeze lulls you into a sense of temporary peace. You glance around, taking in the pristine luxury surrounding you. Rich people really have it made, you think, marveling at the extravagance of someone elseâs life.
The spat with Javier lingers but youâve done your best to ignore it by keeping busy. The other shoots happening in the house have kept you distracted, but you know whatâs coming: the last scene of the dayâ with himâ and the new girl, Mariella. A small sigh escapes your lips as you sink deeper into the patio chair, absolutely dreading it.
Your tranquility is shattered when you feel a presence nearby. Already anticipating another confrontation with Javier, you steel yourself and donât even bother looking up before snapping, âOh my god, can you just leave me aloneââ
The words get jammed in your throat as your eyes land on Frankie, not Javier. He stands there, looking taken aback, a paper bag in one hand and an awkward smile tugging at his lips. You instantly feel like a bitch.
âShitâ sorry,â you stammer, cheeks burning with embarrassment. âI thought you were someone else.â
Frankie lets out a small chuckle, brown eyes softening as he rubs the back of his neck. âNo worries, I can leave if you wantââ
âNo, no,â you say quickly, waving him off. âPlease, stay. I didnât mean to be snappy.â
He hesitates for a moment before motioning to the empty chair across from you. âMind if I sit?â
You shake your head, and he lowers himself into the seat, setting his lunch down. The small talk starts easily, flowing naturally as you both munch on your food. He tells you about his daughter, a proud smile on his face as he recounts how sheâs the light of his life. Then he goes on about how his friends call him Catfish because of some dumb inside joke, and also the fact that heâs a retired pilot. It somehow doesnât surprise youâ the career fits him.
âHow do you go from flying helicopters to shooting porn?â you ask, the question half serious, half teasing as you lean back in your chair, eyes hidden behind your sunglasses.
Frankie raises an eyebrow and smirks, clearly amused. âShit happens,â he says with a shrug. âHow do you go from having a film production degree to spending your days staring at tits and ass?â
A wry smile tugs at your lips. You tilt your head, pausing for effect. â... Shit happens,â you echo, the irony not lost on either of you.
He snorts, taking a slow sip of his water, the sound of his laughter rolling into the lazy afternoon air. You canât help but steal a glance from behind your shades, your gaze wandering over his rugged features.
Thereâs something about the way the sun hits him just right, casting a golden glow over his tanned skin. You swallow, feeling a subtle pull in your chest, an unexpected attraction. Heâs not flashy, not like the other guys youâre used to working withâ thereâs an unspoken confidence in his ease, a solidness that makes you want to keep looking.
âSo⊠whoâd you think I was? Just then?â He asks, adjusting his cap.
You try not to let your small smile falter. âOh, just an annoying coworker.â
âAh, the kind who shows up at the worst times, huh?â
âExactly,â you reply with a laugh, âYou know the type.â
Frankie leans in just slightly, lowering his voice. âWell, Iâm glad Iâm not that guy.â Thereâs a flicker of flirtation in his tone, his eyes lingering a beat too long. âBut if you ever need someone to⊠keep him under control, you just let me know. Got the remedy for that right here.âÂ
He exaggeratedly flexes his biceps, and the snug t-shirt heâs wearing pulls taut around his arms, highlighting their impressive size.
You canât help but admire the viewâ heâs really fun to look at, all charming smiles and playful confidence.
âI might just take you up on that, actually,â you reply, matching his energy with a teasing smile of your own. âI could definitely use someone who knows how to handle things.â
He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his pink lips. âIâm more than equipped for that, trust me.â
For a second, it feels like the two of you are in your own little worldâ until, of course, it comes crashing down.
A voice cuts through the moment like a knife. âWeâre ready for the last scene.â
You turn to see Javier standing there, arms crossed, jaw tight, his gaze flicking between you and Frankie. His entire posture screams annoyance.
âAnd who are you?â Frankie retorts, squinting one eye against the harsh sunlight, playful defiance dancing in his tone.
Javier doesnât seem to like that response at all. âIâm ready to get this shit done with,â he snaps, and you narrow your eyes, practically shooting daggers at him.
Frankie clears his throat, sizing up Javierâs bristling energy. âRight.â
You catch the word presumido slip from his lipsâ the Spanish insult that has you exhaling a light laugh through your nose, because heâs so spot on and he doesnât even know it.
Both of you stand, Frankie gathering the remnants of your lunch. âIf youâd like some company down by the beach later, Iâll still be around,â he adds smoothly, sliding the proposition in there as casually as if he were just suggesting grabbing coffee. You almost donât mind him crashing your solo date.
âIâll let you know,â you reply, pushing your chair in. âIt would be great to not have to take the taxi back, but I was willing to do it for a nice afternoon by the water.â You can feel Javierâs possessive stare burning into you from across the way.
Frankie, absolutely unbothered, leans in closer, a charming grin on his face. âHereâs my number if you need that ride.â A pen appears out of nowhere, and he scribbles down his digits on a clean corner of his napkin, tearing it off with an effortless confidence before handing it to you.
âDefinitely,â you say with a flirty smile, tucking the napkin into your pocket, feeling a thrill against the scowling presence of the spectator watching from the sliding glass doorÂ
Frankie branches off to use the restroom and you push past Javier, no intention of speaking to him untilâ
âIf you spent less time flirting with the crew and more time focusing on your job, weâd be finished by now.â
You can practically taste his jealousy.
You stop in your tracks, turning to face him, your patience running thin. âReally, Javi? Youâre jealous of Frankie? Thatâs what this is about? Did our last conversation not put shit in perspective for you?â
He steps closer, eyes hard, voice low. âJealous? Of him?â He scoffs, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. âI just donât appreciate having to wait because youâre too busy cozying up to someone else. Especially someone who looks like they just got picked up off the side of the road.â
âAnd you wonder why I donât like you.â Is all you can say, brushing past him yet again, his presence looming heavy as you head toward the living room where the last scene is set to be shot.
The moment Robbie goes on with his usual pre-shoot rundown, your attention shifts to the newbie Mariella immediately, drowning out his usual spiel.
The girlâ and she is a girl, no matter what the paperwork saysâ looks painfully young. Her cropped tee hugging her braless chest, barely keeping her breasts from spilling out, and those flimsy pajama shorts riding high on her thighs. Itâs the kind of outfit that makes you uneasyâ one youâve seen too many times in this industry, designed to play into the fantasies of men who want their women to look barely legal.
You bite the inside of your cheek, the sour taste of frustration building in the back of your throat. This is the part of the job that gnaws at youâ the undercurrent of exploitation that no one acknowledges.
Youâre not naive, you know exactly what sells in porn. You know what these people want to watch, what they get off on. The younger, the better.Â
Still, it doesnât make it any easier to stomach when youâre standing on set, watching it play out in real time.
Just as Mariella positions herself, preparing for the camera to roll, you canât stop yourself. The words come out before you can think to censor them. âHow old are you?â
Suddenly, everyoneâs attention shifts to you. Robbie. Steve. Frankie. Even Javier, whoâs lounging in the corner, waiting for his moment to shine. They all freeze, the casual banter dying off as your question lingers in the air. Mariella blinks, looking around as if unsure who youâre even talking to.
âIâI turned twenty last week.â
Your expression hardens, and the disapproval is written all over your face. âSheâs not even old enough to drink, and youâre having her fuck Javier?â Your eyes cut to Robbie, whoâs staring at you like youâve just sprouted another head.
The silence stretches for a beat too long before he scoffs, shaking his head like youâre being ridiculous. âI donât pay you to hear your opinions on shit,â he snaps, clearly irritated. âJust sit there and record the damn thing.â
Your eyes roll hard enough that it almost hurts. âYouâre all a bunch of perverts.â
Poor Frankie catches a stray with that one. Itâs like everything is grating on you in ways it usually doesnât. Normally, you can shove it down and keep your head low because, at the end of the day, youâre just here for the paycheck.
âPerverts pay your bills, sweetheart,â Robbie throws back, all nonchalant. Whatâs worse is that heâs right.
Moments like this make you wonder how long you can keep doing this without losing a part of yourself in the process.
You look around at the other three men, none of them stepping up to say anything in your defense. Useless.
You shouldnât be surprised, but it stings. Even Javier, usually quick with a sarcastic quip or biting comment, says nothing. He just sits there, stuffing out a cigarette thatâs magically appeared between his lips.
It feels like a betrayal, even though you know better than to expect any different.
And Mariella? Sheâs clearly distracted, caught up in the magnetic pull Javier has over people. The way sheâs looking at him with that starstruck, wide-eyed awe only makes it worse. You can see it in her expression, the way her gaze flickers over him like sheâs already imagining how itâs going to feel when he fucks her. Thinking with her pussy instead of having common sense.
You recognize it because you were just in her exact position, drawn into that same orbit. You find empathy for her, but not the other motherfuckers.
The room descends into awkward silence, as if everyoneâs waiting for the other shoe to drop. But youâre not in the mood for a full-blown argument, so you shut down, slumping into the chair behind your camera with your arms crossed tightly over your chest.Â
You know itâs only a matter of time before all these feelings youâve been aggressively pushing down come back up and make you snap, but for now, you continue to force it all away.
Youâre assigned to shoot the stoic, wide shots while Frankieâs in charge of the close-ups, and honestly? Youâre relieved. The last thing you need is to be up close, watching this trash unfold.
The scene starts with the typical, raunchy premise: Dad pays babysitter with his cock! It explains Mariellaâs barely-there outfit and the cluttered coffee table with school notebooks, setting the scene.
Then thereâs Javier who looks the part too; dressed in dark blue slacks, a typical white collared shirt with a few buttons popped open to give that Iâm stressed, come take care of me vibe.
Heâs the picture of temptation, and itâs obvious Mariellaâs already in the clouds.
The filming begins and they share that cheesy, erotic dialogue and lustful touches. You feel yourself sink further into the chair, silently counting down the minutes until youâre decompressing by the beach.
She sinks to her knees before him, her doe eyes looking up at him with that practiced innocence they all seem to perfect so quickly. She reaches for the buttons on his slacks, her delicate fingers fumbling just a little before she pulls down the zipper and tugs at the waistband. She nuzzles her face against his thigh, brushing her lips against his skin, and finally pulls out his cock. Even soft, itâs still an impressive sizeâ but itâs definitely not how this was supposed to go.
âWell, are you going to suck it or just stare at it?â Javier snaps, his tone cutting through the air with an edge that feels too sharp, too real. It doesnât sound like the crudeness thatâs meant to spice up the scene.
His hand shoots out and tangles in her hair, yanking her closer. Heâs rougher than usual, harsher, as he forces her mouth onto him.
She wraps her lips around his head, suckling softly at first, then taking him deeper into her mouth. Sheâs trying to do her job, playing the part of the eager babysitter, but somethingâs off.
Javierâs head tilts back, eyes squeezed shut, but itâs not the usual look of pleasure that crosses his face. Itâs more like heâs concentrating, forcing himself to feel something that isnât there.
You canât help itâ your eyes flick around the room, looking at the rest of the crew. No one seems to be noticing what youâre seeing, their eyes all honed in on the action in front of them.
But youâre catching the small details like you always do.
After a few more moments, itâs clear that itâs not happening. Javier lets out a frustrated curse, pulling out of her mouth with an audible, wet pop. âFuckâjust, give me a second,â he grumbles, stepping back. Mariella wipes the saliva from her lips with the back of her hand, looking up at him with a mix of confusion and hesitation.
You take that as your cue. Reaching over, you stop the recording, your finger hesitating on the button for only a moment before pressing it. Frankie does the same, Steve lowers his mic and pulls his headset off.
Javier runs a hand through his hair, his eyes darting to the floor, like heâs trying to avoid looking at anyone directly. âI just need a minute,â he says again, but itâs more to himself than to anyone else.
Your gaze lingers on him for a second longer than you intend, and your mind flashes back to earlier, to the way he was with you. The memory is sharp and clear, the contrast striking. Heâd come undone for you without hesitation, without needing any coaxing or forcing. Just words. But now, with Mariella kneeling in front of him, offering herself up like a gift, heâs struggling.Â
âHow long will this minute take? We gotta be outta here soon so get it up before I get one of these two to take your place.â
Javier scoffs, dismissive, âTape wouldnât fucking sell.â
âWell one featuring a soft dick wonât either,â comes the retort, and the two of them start their back-and-forth bickering.
You rub at your temples, trying to ease the pressure building behind your eyes. This has to be some weird-ass dream; it sure as hell feels like it. Maybe youâre still in bed, blissfully sleeping until three in the afternoon.
Javier storms off and Steve puts his equipment down. âIâll go talk to him.â
Robbie just waves him away. âTake five,â he mutters to the rest of you, going in the opposite direction. This is such a mess, and poor Mariella remains on her knees, picking at her cuticles.Â
âPlease get up and sit on the couch. You look pathetic,â you say to her, not cruelly but bluntly. Itâs not her fault, but the sight of her there is making you itch. She complies like a chastised child.Â
Frankie drops down beside you, letting out a breath that mirrors your own. âThese things usually go like this?â He takes his hat off, ruffling his hair before putting it back on.
âNo,â shit has just been weird amongst this group for weeks now. âBurnout is inevitable, I guess.â Youâre not about to sit there and shit-talk Javier, despite everything. You might have a mountain of complicated feelings when it comes to him, but you wonât kick him while heâs down.
Before Frankie can respond, Robbie comes barreling back into the room, his face flushed with anger. His eyes lock onto you, and you can see the accusation in them before he even opens his mouth.
âThis is your fault,â he spits out, voice sharp, acidic. âAll that shit you were talking earlierâ now heâs fucking broken.â
You narrow your eyes, standing your ground. âExcuse me?â you snap, incredulous. âI was making a valid point. How the hell is it my fault that he grew a conscience?â
âYâknow,â he starts, his words dripping with the kind of vile, misogynistic shit that makes your blood boil. âYouâd do me more good in front of the camera. Have somethinâ shoved up in there to keep you fucking quiet.â
The reaction is immediate. You shoot up from your seat so fast the chair scrapes against the floor, the sound sharp and angry, mirroring how you feel. âWhat the fuck did you just say?â
Frankie stands too, his face hardening as he takes a step in front of you, finally coming to your defense. âWatch it,â he warns, and it feels like the whole situation could explode into something much worse.
Robbie, of course, just sneers âWhat? You gonna defend her? Sheâs been a pain in my ass for weeksââ
âIâm done.â The words tumble out of your mouth before you can think them through, but they feel right.Â
Youâre tiredâ so damn tiredâ of this whole mess. Of dealing with assholes like Robbie and Javier who think they can get away with saying whatever they want. âI quit.âÂ
Your bossâs mouth opens as if heâs about to say something else, but you cut him off with a cutting glare. âIâm not going to sit here and listen to you treat me like shit because your precious Javier canât get his dick hard. Go fuck yourself, Robbie.â
You donât wait for a response. You turn on your heel and head for the door, your heart pounding in your chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Youâll double up on shifts at the bar or go back to waiting tables like you did throughout college. Whatever keeps you away from this bullshit.Â
As you stride down the hallway toward the entrance, you pass Javier and Steve. Javierâs face is stormy, brows knitted together as if heâs still reeling from whatever heated discussion they just had.Â
The moment he spots you, his expression shifts. Thereâs a flicker of surprise, maybe even concern.
âWhere are you going?â Steve asks.
You yank the heavy, probably expensive for no reason, front door open, the sound echoing through the hallway. âI just quit,â you snap, voice sharp as glass. âSee you never.â
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a/n: i'm not entirely satisfied with this, but I felt the need to share the second part. writing smut isn't my favorite thing, but it can be fun to imagine! this piece is a bit lengthy, but i hope you all enjoy it! <3
warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), penetration p in v, unprotected sex!
summary: after an electrifying night filled with undeniable chemistry, she returns home, heart racing from the secrets shared. but when she awakens to an unexpected surprise, desire ignitesâespecially when it involves her irresistible priest.
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đđđ đđđ đđ đđŒđ đđđŸđ đđđđđđđ đđ đđđđđđœđđżđ | as i made my way home, my thoughts spiraled into a tantalizing whirlwind of forbidden desire, all centered around charlie. every detail of him haunted my mindâhis hair, that sultry voice, the way his smile ignited something deep inside me, his sculpted body that was simply irresistible. itâs a thrilling, dangerous dance of attraction i never expected to find within the hallowed walls of the church iâve attended since my teen years.
each memory of our encounter sent electric tingles down my spine, filling me with delicious guilt, as the stark reality lingered: heâs my priest. yet, with every recollection, i find myself craving him more passionately than ever.
the sun pierced through my curtains like a spotlight, dragging me from my dreams into the sharp reality of the morning. my motherâs voice cut through the lingering haze, urgent and commanding.
âget up! father charlie is coming for dinner, and i expect this house to be spotlessâno excuses. i want you on your absolute best behavior, understood?â
confusion tingled at the edges of my mind. why was he coming? itâs been almost a week since iâve saw him, had the lady told my parents about us? did they know our secret? a wave of panic washed over me as i considered the judgment that would surely follow. how could i face my father? the weight of guilt stifled my breath, intensifying the thrill of the unknown as i grappled with the looming dread of that evening.
as dinner time approached, i was determined to look as irresistible as possible for him, wanting his gaze to linger on me, to undress me with his eyes even in front of my parents. fuck,what is wrong with me?
i slipped into my cute little white dress adorned with red bows at the front, letting my long, dark curls cascade down my shoulders. i opted for light makeup, hoping it would keep my parents from noticing anything unusual and questioning my sudden desire to impress.
i eagerly helped my mother set the table, aiming to make our long dinner table as inviting as possible for our guests. my father had dashed out for a last-minute item, while my mother was busy putting the finishing touches on a delicious dinner in the kitchen.
just as i was arranging the silverware, the doorbell rang, causing my heart to race. "It must be your father! Go on and open it!" my mom called out.
with excitement, i swung open the door, only to be taken aback by an unexpected sightâfather charlie stood there, smiling warmly.
"hello," he said, his voice stern yet laced with a sweetness that sent a flutter through my chest. my words caught in my throat, rendering me speechless, but thankfully, my mother swooped in, gently nudging me aside. "excuse my daughter; she can be a bit shy," she remarked, an edge of annoyance in her tone.
charlie chuckled lightly, handing his coat to my mother, and in that moment, i felt rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do or say. i quietly made my way to the dinner table, where he and my mother awaited my fatherâs arrival. soon, after setting the table with the help of charlie and my mom
the door swung open, and my father entered, exchanging warm greetings with the priest. he wrapped my mother in a hug and planted a kiss on my cheek, causing charlie to flash a soft smile, filling the room with an unexpected warmth.
charlie sat across from my father, while my mother nestled close to him, her seat a cozy distance from my own, which was beside charlie but still a tad bit removed. in a nod to traditional values, my father insisted that men should occupy the edge seats at the table, marking their territory in the process.
tonight, however, charlie broke away from his typical priest attire, donning a fitted black tee that perfectly hugged his toned muscles, paired with stylish blue jeans and dress shoes that elevated his look. he was undeniably striking, and i couldn't help but notice my mother stealing glances at him, her interest unmistakable.
the atmosphere was charged, blending formality with an unspoken tension as i wondered if charlie was aware of how captivating he really was.
âfather, i apologize for our absence at church lately; we've just been on a family business trip searching for the right college for my oldest son,â my mother said with a hint of regret, breaking the silence as everyone savored the delicious, warm meal in front of us. âbut i promise we'll be back this Sunday, no expectations.â the pastor smiled reassuringly, âno worries, mrs. i truly miss having you all in the pews; the church has felt a bit quieter without your joyful presence.â
our family, deeply rooted in our latin heritage, held a passionate devotion to our faith, with crosses and images of the virgin mary adorning our home like cherished family portraits. âdid you end up choosing a school for him?â charlie asked, his curiosity piqued as he leaned in, eager to hear about our latest adventure.
"have you, mom?" my oldest brother snapped, clearly frustrated by our parents' attempts to dictate his career path. while he dreamed of a fulfilling future in a blue-collar job, mom and dad were set on steering him toward something more prestigiousâlike princeton. my dad lit up at the mention, eager to share the news, while my mom squeezed his hand, her joy palpable despite the tension. nearby, charlie, our priest, flicked his gaze between my brother and our parents, noticing the undercurrents of disagreement.
i couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment; charlie hadn't said much to me since the last church gathering, and his casual glances felt like a stark contrast to the connection i had hoped weâd built. i understood he was busy, but a part of me longed for him to remember us as more than some random girl.
"how about you?" father charlie asked, fixing his gaze on me with a playful smirk. my parents, caught up in their own conversation, turned their attention our way. "um, I'm not really sure what I want to do," i replied with a light smile, but before I could dive deeper, my mother chimed in with a grin, âsheâs going to be a mother and a wife to that sweet johnson boy!â
my eyes rolled in annoyance; i barely got a word in. âoh, come on, sweetie, heâs an amazing boy,â my dad added, oblivious to my frustration. âyeah, thatâs what you think,â i muttered under my breath, eliciting a quiet chuckle from charlie.
the truth was that charlie secretly despised my parents and their controlling ways; he had come to spend time with me because he missed everything about meâmy laughter, my innocent chatter, even the way my curls bounced when I smiled. âwhat do you think of him, father?â my dad asked charlie, eager for validation.
âwell, Iâd rather keep my opinions to myself,â
charlie replied, feeling a knot of anger form in his stomach at the thought of losing me to someone who might claim my sweet innocence as their own.
the dinner table buzzed with animated chatter and infectious laughter, but i felt a spark of mischief ignite within me. to shake off my boredom, i slipped off my shoe, playfully resting my foot on his leg, teasingly dancing my toes along the fabric of his pants. the moment his eyes shot a strong, stern glance my way, i couldnât resist the urge to tease him further, my heart racing at the thrill of it all. i noted how his jaw clenched tightly, fists growing pale from the pressure as he fought to suppress a smile. deep down, i knew he missed even the lightest touchâthe electric connection sparking between us made the dinner all the more delicious.
as dinner wound down, my parents and brother exchanged warm goodbyes with charlie, who, despite his insistence to help with cleanup, was gently shooed away by my mother. she was just grateful for his visit and wanted him to relax. then, in a surprising twist, charlie turned to me with a glint in his eye, asking if i could join him at the church to lend a hand for an upcoming fundraiser. my heart raced with excitement and curiosityâwhat an unexpected adventure! my parents enthusiastically approved, and as i stepped towards the door, my father wrapped me in a protective hug, reminding me to stay safe. "don't worry," charlie assured him with a charming smile, "I'll have her back before midnight." with that, i was swept away into the evening, f
charlie flung open the passenger door, a strained smile masking the simmering frustration beneath the surface while my father loomed on the porch, eyeing his every move. i waved goodbye as he slid into the driverâs seat, his jaw taut, fingers digging into the steering wheel as he pulled out of the driveway, glancing back to see my father retreat into the house. the tense silence hung in the air until he finally snapped, "so thatâs the boy youâve been sneaking out with, huh?" the edge in his voice was sharp enough to cut, and I couldn't help but scoff. "yeah, but itâs nothing. i told you i ended it before it started." âright," he said bitterly, "because your parents must be thrilled at the idea of pawning you off to some creep. what the hell?" his anger hung heavy, and i instinctively placed my hand on his arm, tracing the tense muscles with my fingers, trying to coax him back to calm. ârelax, charlie! im not marrying him. why are you so worked up? Itâs not like weâre anything.â he shoved my hand away, not roughly, but with a quiet intensity that sent a jolt through me. i bit my lip, a mix of shock and irritation bubbling inside me, watching him wallow in his own turmoil as the air between us crackled with unspoken words.
i couldn't shake the intensity radiating from him, his barely contained anger flickering beneath a calm facade for my parents. It was intoxicatingâthe way every piercing glance and biting remark sent shivers down my spine, igniting an undeniable desire within me. i craved him, yearned for him with a ferocity that made me fantasize about marrying him, bearing the children he dreamt of. i knew society would never accept it, but deep down, i was certain charlie wouldnât give a damn. the thrill of this forbidden desire only made me want him more.
ây/nâ charlie's voice dripped with urgency, igniting a fire within me, âif i could whisk you away and keep you all to myself, believe me, i would. no manâno boyâhere even comes close to deserving you. for years, iâve watched you grow, and my care for you has morphed into something fierce. i desire you more than i crave the title of 'priest.â youâve been burning in my thoughts, and not seeing you for a week felt like an eternity. when i stood up there to preach, all i could think of was your face, and with every passing day you werenât there, my frustration simmered and boiled. you need to understand thisââ suddenly, i ignored him, only for him to grasp my chin forcefully, compelling me to meet his gaze. âdo you hear me?â he demanded, his eyes ablaze.
"yes," i whispered, locking eyes with him, a spark igniting awareness in his gaze that made him swallow hard. my mind raced with vivid imagery of me kneeling, surrendering to him just as fervently as i prayed each day. "yes what?" he pressed, his voice thick with anticipation. "yes, father," i responded, my innocent tone setting him ablaze with desire. i could feel his urgency, the way he longed to pull the car over and claim me in the backseat, where the world could witness our recklessness. let them seeâif he wanted to stake his claim, then i was wholly his.
"that's my girl," he exclaimed, a devilish smirk dancing across his lips as he caught the spark of surprise flicker in my eyes. those three simple words sent a rush of heated electricity coursing through me, igniting a wild mix of excitement and longing that was hard to contain. as his fingers brushed gently against my bottom lip, I felt the world around us fade away, leaving just the two of us suspended in an intoxicating moment where everything felt possible. my heart raced, caught between exhilaration and desire, wondering what thrilling depths this connection might plunge us into next.
as we strolled past the towering façade of the old church, its stained glass windows shimmering under the fading daylight, a thrill coursed through me. i sensed that he was leading me to his sanctuary, a place that would mark the beginning of an intoxicating journey where i would be claimed wholly and unapologetically as his. The thought ignited something primal within meâa fervent desire to surrender myself entirely to him, to let him dismantle the barriers i had so carefully erected, to be utterly transformed by his touch. i welcomed the idea of being shattered, for in that destruction lay the promise of becoming hisâcompletely and irrevocably his. it was a reckless plunge into the abyss of passion, a daring leap toward a future where i would no longer be my own, but a beautifully chaotic tapestry woven together with his deepest desires.
as we pulled up to his house, charlie swung open the passenger door, gesturing for me to step out. the moment i did, i caught sight of a group of people lounging on their porch, laughter mingling with the warm evening air. i couldnât help but wonder what gossip would ignite amongst them at the sight of a girl arriving at her priestâs doorstepâwhat could they possibly think of this encounter? but that curiosity only fueled the thrill coursing through me. eagerly, we approached the door, and charlie let me in first, casting a glance at the neighbors across the street as he shut us in, a sly smirk playing on his lips. to him, it was all a gameâthe whispers, the speculationâhe relished the thought of everyone knowing that I was HIS, wrapped in a dangerous intrigue that sent shivers down my spine.
as we stepped into his home, an electric tension crackled in the air, his hand resting possessively on the small of my backâa gesture that felt both reassuring and enticingly perilous. his gaze, intense and predatory, traced the contours of my body like a painter admiring a masterpiece, his eyes hungry and filled with desire. The moment charlie slipped off his shoes, his invitation for me to do the same felt like a seductive prelude, erasing the boundaries between us. wrapped in his warmth, i felt an exhilarating mix of security and longing, his towering height and chiseled muscles radiating strength and protection. just when i thought i could savor this moment forever, he stood close behind me, his breath teasing my neck as his fingers delicately swept my hair to one side. each soft kiss he planted along my neck ignited a flame deep within, intertwining the thrill of vulnerability with an insatiable desire to surrender to the allure unfolding between us.
charlieâs fingers slid teasingly down the delicate fabric of my dress, the soft material cascading off my shoulders like a whisper, revealing the perfectly tied red bows at the front that tantalizingly held it in place. with a sultry smirk, he pulled the dress down, letting it pool at my hips, exposing every seductive curve that made my heart race and his breath hitch. as his hands gripped my bum firmly, a playful slap ignited my skin, sending a thrill through me. i spun around, our lips crashing together with a fiery urgency that ignited the room, our kiss deepening, becoming a passionate dance of tongues seeking dominance. the air was thick with moans and the intoxicating backdrop of his lightly decorated home added an intimate ambiance that made this moment feel like a scene out of a forbidden film. god forgive me, but i craved this encounter more than i ever craved a visit to church; my back arched, pressing into his sturdy embrace as i melted against him, eager for more.
charlie broke away from the kiss to stare at my body admiring my white laced under garments that hugged every curve just right, my boobs almost spilling out the bra and cute panties with the red bow on top âyou wore this just for me?â
charlie kept my leg lifted placing kisses on my inner thigh finally getting to my heat licking it slightly and eating me like i was his last supper
i pulled on his hair softly throwing my head back at the sudden pleasure
he puts a finger in me still kissing the clit pumping his finger in and out of me he pulls back standing up not letting me reach my climax which caused me to frown at the sudden urge to let go and not being able too
charlie's eyes gleamed with a mix of desire and mischief as he guided me towards the couch, his touch igniting a thrill that danced up my spine. the moment i settled into the soft cushions, i felt the weight of his gaze, like a fire tracing every curve and imperfection only he seemed to elevate to perfection.
my breath hitched, anticipation coiling tightly within me as he slowly unbuckled his pants, revealing the tantalizing outline of his bulge straining against dark, fitted underwear. heat rushed through me, and i couldn't help but gulp at the sightâhe was an intoxicating blend of confidence and allure that left me utterly captivated.
charlie pushed me back lightly releasing himself from his underwear âgrab your ankles and lay downâ i do as told exposing myself to him grunting at the sight he spits on his hard cock jerking off slightly at the sight.
he enters into me, holding my legs and pulling me close, while i grip the soft cushions around me for support. he continues to thrust hard and fast, taking me to a climax that leaves me breathless.
this new sensation enveloped me, igniting a fire within that i could neither quench nor contain; it was a delicious addiction I never wanted to shake off.
charlie's whimpers and moans crescendoed around us, a symphony of ecstasy that threatened to veil my own gasps, which i fought to muffleâdesperate to avoid drawing eyes our way
but charlie? he was under no such constraint, reveling in every intoxicating thrill, blissfully unaware of the world outside our bubble. the air crackled with unspoken desires, heightening the thrill, as I tried not to betray the wild yearning surging through every fiber of my being.
his strokes becoming sloppier and slower by the minute.
âso fucking wet and tightâ.
i felt him twitching inside of me pulling out and releasing all over my stomach causing me to bit my lip at the unholy sight in front of me.
as charlie gently wiped the droplets of him from my skin with a soft towel, his smile illuminated the moment, filling the air with warmth and tenderness. his small kiss on my forehead felt like a promise of comfort and connection, a sweet reminder of the bond we shared.
as he handed me my dress with a reassuring grip on my hand, I felt an overwhelming sense of support, like he was there not just to help me get dressed, but to wrap me in his unwavering affection
once we were both ready, his arms encircled me in a secure embrace, and just before we stepped back into the world, he leaned in for one last kiss that lingered, an echo of love amidst the laughter and the chaos surrounding us.
as the door clicked shut behind us, a wave of adrenaline surged between us
thankfully, no curious eyes bore witness to our exit, or hell wouldâve ensued. charlie led the way to his car, the tension palpable as he opened the passenger door for me, a silent promise hanging in the air that we were in this together
the moment his tires crunched over gravel, i glanced back to see my father emerge from the shadows of our porch, suspicion etched across his face, while charlieâs jaw tightened like a vice as he prepared for the inevitable storm. "someone said something, i know it," i spoke up, and without hesitation, charlie met his gaze with defiance. he might have been crossing a line, but that didn't matter; love was a risk he was more than willing to takeâand hell hath no fury like a forbidden love.
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Our Doggie
Summary: 4 moments of you, the proud mom and Lando Norris, the protective dad of Chase Norris, the dog.
Song: Miguel - Sure Thing
Part 1 Authorâs note: Happy birthday to my favourite boy! Please like, reblog and share this! <3
Word count: 5.8k
The sun hung high over the bustling Formula 1 paddock, casting a warm glow against the vibrant team banners fluttering in the light breeze.
The aroma of fresh coffee and fuel mixed in the air, tickling your senses as you navigated through the crowd, Chase nestled contentedly in your arms.
Lando walked closely beside you, his signature grin plastered on his face, a look of particular joy you loved to see.
âAre you ready for this?â he asked, glancing down at Chase, who was blissfully oblivious to the world around him, his tiny paws resting lightly against your chest.
âAbsolutely!â you replied, adjusting the fluffy cream-colored fur of your little dog. âI mean, if the internet exploded over how cute he is, I can't wait to show him off in person again,â
Lando chuckled, his laughter filling your heart with warmth. âI still canât believe how many fans have taken an interest in Chase. I mean, heâs adorable, but itâs not like heâs driving a car,â
You shared an amused glance. âTrue, but I think we both know he steals the show everywhere we take him. With those big eyes? Heâs irresistible.â
As you made your way towards the McLaren hospitality area, the familiar sight of Lewis Hamilton and Charles Leclerc caught your eye.
To your surprise, both drivers were squatting beside their own dogsâLewis with Roscoe, a distinguished-looking bulldog, and Charles with Leo, a spirited miniature longhaired dachshund. It was a rare sight to catch them both not in race mode, but at play.
âHey, you two!â you called out, waving your free hand. âLook who we've brought along!â
âOh wow, itâs Chase!â Lewis exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he stood up with Roscoe. The bulldog ambled over with a curious snort, eyes fixated on Chase.
âIs that our little Instagram star?â Charles teased, his accent thick with amusement as he crouched down, already reaching out towards Chase. âIâve seen more of him than myself lately.â
âGuilty as charged!â you laughed, beaming with pride. âAnd this little guy is ready for his paddock debut for real.â
Lando stretched out his arm and playfully nudged you. âBut first,â he leaned in conspiratorially, âlet's see if these two dogs can keep up with the fastest little dog in the paddock.â
You raised an eyebrow at Lando. âFastest? You realize heâs like, what? Two pounds?â
âLetâs not underestimate Chase. Heâs a champion at heart!â Lando shot back, petting Chaseâs head lovingly. âRight, buddy?â
Before you could respond, Leo dashed forward, tail wagging enthusiastically, and nudged Chaseâs paw.
Chase blinked up at the Dachshund, seemingly unsure at first but then quickly warming up to the new canine friend. You felt a smile spread across your face; this would be fun.
âLooks like theyâre already sizing each other up,â you said to Lando, who watched proudly.
Lewis rose, laughing. âI think all we need now is a proper doggy playdate. What do you say for a few minutes?â
âAbsolutely,â you affirmed. âThis could be a whole new Instagram series for me.â
The three of you found a patch of soft grass a short walk from the bustling hospitality area. The sun-kissed spot gave the dogs plenty of space to romp while the energy of the paddock buzzed pleasantly in the background.
As the dogs began to playâChase scampering after Leo, who darted with boundless energy and charmâyou leaned into Lando, who slung an arm around your shoulders. âYou know, I didnât expect today to turn out like this. Itâs kind of nice, isnât it?â he murmured, his eyes glinting with affection.
âIt really is,â you said softly, wanting to freeze this moment in time.
You looked over at the three furry friends, enjoying their newfound friendship, and you couldnât help but laugh as Chase surprised everyone by catching up to Leo and tugging playfully at his tail.
âAs long as they donât dig up the paddock or cause chaos,â Lando added, chuckling.
âWho would have thought youâd become a dog dad this quickly?â you teased, nudging him with your elbow.
Lando feigned distress. âMe? Itâs all your fault! My life used to involve fast cars and loud engines, and now it includes this little ball of fluff demanding cuddles.â
âLooks like youâve traded one love for another,â you smiled, leaning in to steal a kiss.
The soft brush of his lips sent a tiny thrill through you that never seemed to fade no matter how many times you shared these moments.
You watched as Roscoe plopped down beside Chase, who was busy barking up a storm.
âIs Chase bringing out the playful side of Roscoe?â you quipped, noticing the bulldogâs effortless charm as he nudged the tiny dog with his nose.
Lewis approached with a proud grin. âI think he is. Iâve never seen Roscoe this active since⊠well, forever, to be honest. We might be onto something with these doggy meet-ups.â
Charles laughed, joining in their amusement. âNext season, we might need to think about forming a dog team!â
With the race weekend in full swing, you felt a sense of peace that was rarely achieved in the high-speed world that encapsulated your lives.
The dogs chased each other in wide arcs, occasionally stopping to check in with their humans, tails wagging wildly. It was a cookie-cutter version of blissâa world away from fast cars and flashing cameras, grounded in pure, uncomplicated affection.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden hue across the paddock, you and Lando settled onto the grass, Chase nestled comfortably between you.
âCan you believe theyâre all sleepier than we are?â Lando mused, watching the dog pile settle down in a heap of fur.
âI canât. Itâs like they burned off all their energy in five minutes,â you laughed.
A thought crossed your mind, and you turned to Lando, feeling slightly more serious. âWhat if we brought Chase to more races with us? He could be a mascot of sorts.â
âI love that idea!â Lando grinned back at you, his eyes sparkling. âI can already see the team merch: Chase-themed caps or something. Itâs perfect.â
As laughter filled the air around you, you realized that amidst the chaotic world of Formula 1, filled with roaring engines and high stakes, it was these quiet moments, shared with Lando and Chase, that truly defined your happiness.
You rested your head against his shoulder, knowing deep down that no matter where this journey took you, together, youâd always find the joy in lifeâthe little moments that felt like magic.
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You sink back into the soft layers of your bed, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp.
The world outside is alive with the gentle trill of crickets, but here, in your sanctuary, the only sounds are the steady heartbeat of Lando beside you and the slight rustle of sheets as he shifts to get more comfortable.
You take a moment to relish this perfect calm after the dayâs chaos, the two of you finally alone together after putting Chase to bed in the living room.
You canât help but look over at Lando, his messy hair fanning out on the pillow like a halo, his lips slightly parted in that relaxed way that makes your heart flutter.
He glances up at you, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief.
âSo, what should we do now that we have time?â you tease, half sitting on top of him, enjoying the playful tension in the air.
He raises an eyebrow, a grin breaking across his face as he fights to suppress a chuckle.
âHmm, choices, choices,â he says, pretending to ponder deeply. âShould we play a game? Or maybe I could serenade you with my terrible singing?â
His voice dips into a mock dramatic tone that sends a wave of laughter bubbling up your throat.
âTerrible singing sounds perfect,â you reply, grinning as you mockingly glare at him. âI mean, who wouldnât want to hear your off-key renditions of popular songs?â
âHey, at least Iâm better than the last guy who tried,â he shoots back, pulling you closer to him. âBut, fine. You might be the perfect audience for my next hit single then.â
As he leans in, you stroke your fingers through his hair, enjoying the moment. Itâs easy to forget about everything else with him here.
The chaos of your day fades, leaving only the warmth of his body and the sparkle of his laughter.
You leaned down closer to brush your lips against his. The kiss tasted like sweetness and laughterâsoft and familiar. Just as you were about to pull back, Lando deepened the kiss, his free hand finding its way to your waist.
You melted against him, feeling the electricity coursing through your entire body. âIf we keep this up, you might end up forgetting your song.â you murmured against his lips, smiling playfully.
But just as you find a comfortable rhythm, the door creaks open slowly, and you turn your head just in time to see Chase, your little dog, making his grand re-entry.
His tiny body clambers up the stairs with determination, climbing onto the bed with gusto. His tail wags furiously as he reaches you, giving you both a salute of excitement and wanting attention.
Lando bursts out laughing, his beautiful joy filling the room.
âLook who decided to join! Chase! Youâve missed all the fun!â Lando exclaims, rolling onto his back and reaching out for the playful pup.
âSeriously? I thought we put him to bed!â you giggle, scratching Chase behind his ears as he wriggles happily between you and Lando.
âHeâs a tiny troublemaker,â Lando laughs, showering the little dog with love as he lifts him into the air. âJust like his human.â
You roll your eyes playfully. âIâm not a troublemaker!â you retort dramatically.
Chase, ever the attention-seeker, wiggles in Landoâs hands, finally settling on your lap, looking up at you with big, innocent eyes. You canât help but melt.
âOkay, but really, what are we going to do?â you ask again, this time scratching behind the little dogâs ears while seeking Landoâs gaze.
âHow about this: letâs have a little movie night right here?â Lando suggests, nodding towards the television tucked in the corner of the room. âBut weâll need snacks, and I have a secret stash of popcorn hidden under the bed.â
You raise an eyebrow, feigning skepticism. âA secret stash? Why wouldnât you share this with me sooner?â
âItâs a special treasure reserved for awesome moments,â Lando says with a wink, and you canât resist the charming way he always manages to make the mundane feel special.
âAlright, you win. Movie night it is!â you chirp. âBut you better make that popcorn perfect, orâŠâ
âOr what? Iâll have to serenade you?â he interjects with wink, causing a giggle to erupt from you both.
âYouâd better run and get it, then!â you tease as you flail your arms dramatically, punctuating your point.
You watch as Lando slides off the bed, throwing on a T-shirt, not even bothering to get fully dressed before darting to the kitchen.
While heâs gone, you indulge Chase with a few more scratches and gentle rubs, finding solace in the way the small dog relaxes into your touch.
You love this moment, the cozy intimacy, and the way it feels like your little family is all together in this sanctuary of warmth.
Lando returns with a bowl of popcorn, grinning ear to ear like heâs just won the championship. âTada! The prize for best boyfriend,â he announces, dramatically presenting the bowl to you.
âNow that is a worthy prize!â you laugh, taking a handful while he settles next to you, pulling both you and Chase into his arms.
You press play on the remote, the screen illuminating the dim room with the warm colors of the movie. As the opening credits roll, you lean back against Lando, enjoying his presence.
Chase shifts between you two, finding a cozy spot against your legs.
For a moment, the world outside feels far away, and itâs just the three of you. The movie is just background noise as you sink into each otherâs company, laughing together, whispering jokes, and stealing kisses in between popcorn munching.
âThis is perfect,â you whisper after a particularly funny scene, and Lando turns to look at you, his expression softening.
âIt really is. Just us, our little family,â he replies, his voice low as he brushes a stray hair behind your ear. He shifts slightly, bringing you even closer, his warmth wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.
âAnd somehow, with Chase here, itâs even better,â you add playfully, watching as Chase squirms to get more comfortable.
âTrue,â Lando agrees, laughing softly. âHeâs the best addition we couldâve asked for.â
The night passes in a blur of laughter, cuddles, and shared popcorn, making memories that cling to you like the warmth of Lando's embrace.
As the credits roll on the final movie, you find yourself feeling grateful for this moment, for the peaceful rhythm of his heartbeat next to yours, and the constant presence of Chase, who has curled up in a contented ball at your feet.
âCan we do this again tomorrow?â you ask playfully.
âAbsolutely,â Lando says with a smile, kissing your forehead before stretching luxuriously. âEvery day if thatâs what you want.â
With that, you settle deeper into his embrace, feeling the warmth of love wrap around you, content in the knowledge that these quiet nights are the foundation of a happiness you hope will last a lifetime.
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You quietly opened the front door, careful not to make a sound that might wake your boyfriend, Lando, or your dog, Chase.
The remnants of a night filled with laughter and dancing still tingled in your veins, igniting a rush of warmth as you stepped inside the dimly lit apartment.
Your senses were slightly dulled, having indulged a little too freely in celebratory shots and frosty cocktails, but the sight of your sanctuaryâa place infused with memories of lazy afternoons and cozy movie nightsâbrought a smile to your slightly wobbly lips.
You tiptoed through the narrow hall, the familiar scent of sandalwood and vanilla wafting through the air, welcoming you home. As you reached the bedroom door, you pushed it open ever so gently and peeked inside.
A warm glow from the bedside lamp illuminated the room just enough for you to catch the tender scene: Lando, with his tousled hair sprawled across the pillow, and Chase, curled up against him, both seemingly serene and lost in a peaceful slumber.
You couldnât help but let out a soft chuckle at the endearing sight.
Lando had always been a snuggly sleeper, and when paired with Chaseâwho had an affinity for cuddlingâit was a charming combination that made your heart swell with affection.
You took a moment to soak in the warmth of the image before deciding to give yourself a refreshing moment, slipping out of your party attire and into the bathroom for a quick shower.
Once the steamy spray enveloped you, you let the impulses of the night wash away. The coolness of the bathroom contrasted with the warmth of the shower, and as the hot water cascaded over you, it washed away the heaviness of the night.
You hummed softly to yourself, chasing away the fleeting thoughts of wild dance moves and flirty conversations, focusing instead on the love waiting for you out there.
After a few minutes, you emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a soft towel, the cool air of the bedroom brushing against your damp skin.
You glanced toward the bed and saw Chase stirring. He stretched slightly before lifting his head, his white fur glistening in the low light.
It was moments like these that made you realise just how precious this little family was to you.
And then, without warning, Chase unfurled himself from his cozy position and sprang from Lando's grip like a spring on a watch, bounding toward you with all the enthusiasm and sincerity only a dog could possess.
"Chase! Hey buddy!" you exclaimed, instinctively kneeling down and opening your arms wide.
He galloped into your embrace, nuzzling his nose against you as you laughed softly, your heart swelling with affection.
âI missed you!â you told him, scratching behind his ears, his tail wagging furiously. The rush of love you felt was intoxicating, and for a moment, all thoughts of your night out melted away into nothingness.
As you reveled in the sweet reunion with Chase, Lando stirred, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The moment he caught sight of you kneeling on the floor with Chase beside you, a sleepy grin broke out on his face.
âLooks like someone was waiting for you,â he mumbled, his voice low and gravelly from sleep.
You smiled up at him, a little bashful. âI was just trying to sneak in and not wake you two,â you replied, feeling a subtle warmth creep over your cheeks. âBut I guess Chase had other plans!â
âYeah, he always does,â Lando chuckled, stretching and propping himself up on one elbow. âYouâre home later than I expected. Did you have a good time?â
âYeah, it was great! Just some dancing and drinks with the gang. But honestly, I couldnât stop thinking about you guys. I was so excited to come home.â You paused, your heart racing a little as you spoke the words.
Deep inside, you knew there was something incredibly comforting about being homeânot just in the apartment, but in the company of Lando and Chase.
Landoâs expression softened, and he sat up fully, running a hand through his messy hair. âIâm glad. I was worried you might not come back for a while,â he teased, winking playfully. âI wasnât sure how long I could have kept Chase entertained!â
You giggled, rising to your feet, both Chase and Lando now fully awake and alert.
âI canât believe how snuggly you both look together. I wish I had a cameraâcute overload!â Your heart fluttered at the idea that even in sleep, your little family brought so much joy.
âSpeaking of,â Lando began, scooting over on the bed and gesturing for you to join him. âCome sit with us.â
You quickly hopped onto the bed, crawling between the sheets and cuddling up against Lando's warm side, with Chase settling in at your feet.
Lando wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. âYou smell like fun,â he said, a teasing smile gracing his lips.
âIs that a compliment?â you retorted, nudging his shoulder playfully.
âAbsolutely. Fun looks good on you.â Lando leaned down and pressed a soft kiss atop your head, sending a ripple of warmth through you.
âBut I have to admit, Iâm glad youâre home. Itâs always better when weâre together.â
You nestled against him, resting your head on his chest as you felt the beat of his heart. âI feel the same way. Itâs like I float through the night, but my anchor is always back here with you and Chase.â
Chase, perhaps sensing the tender moment between you, looked up with his big brown eyes and tilted his head, as though he were in on the secret.
You couldnât resist giving him a scratch behind the ears, which only elicited a contented sigh from him.
"Aren't you the cutest little anchor?" you whispered playfully.
âThat you are, buddy,â Lando said, reaching down to ruffle Chaseâs fur. The dog responded with a delighted huff, wriggling his body in appreciation.
The three of you were a perfect triangle of comfort, an unwavering circle of love in a bustling world. Evenings like this were rare and preciousâmoments you cherished.
âSo, what did you get up to today?â you asked, breaking the comfortable silence. Your voice was curious, genuine interest lighting up your eyes that always captivated him.
Lando chuckled, turning to face you. âOh, you know, the usualâwork, a hundred walks and taking Chase to pee outside. I think he might be getting it.â
Chase, as if on cue, laid his head on Landoâs knee, letting out a sigh of contentment.
âWell, at least someone is satisfied with my work today,â Lando said, scritching Chase behind the ears, causing the dog to squint in pleasure.
âYouâve always had that effect on him,â you said, placing your hand over Landoâs for a brief moment, a simple gesture that spoke louder than words.
âI think he might like me more than you,â Lando teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
You raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. âOh really? Is that so? Right in front of me, too? Chase!â You turned to the dog dramatically. âHow could you betray your own best friend like this?â
Chase merely wagged his tail, blissfully unaware of the banter as if to say, âSorry, not sorry,â before burying his face deeper into Landoâs lap.
Lando laughed. âI guess I just have the magic touch. It must be all those treats I give him.â
âMagic touch or bribes? Youâre not fooling anyone, Lando.â You shook your head, unable to keep a straight face.
After a moment, the mood shifted a little. âWe should go to sleep now, weâre meeting my parents tomorrow, remember?â you said, glancing at the clock on the wall.
It was getting late, and the thought of the impending family gathering made your stomach flutter with nerves.
Lando nodded, but there was a hint of hesitation in his voice. âI know. I just... I want everything to go well. What if they donât like me?â
âTheyâll love you,â you assured him, rubbing your thumb along the back of his hand soothingly. âJust be yourself. You know how to charm a crowd, especially with your goofy jokes.â
âRight, my jokes,â he said, chuckling and shaking his head. âI think Iâll save the âdad jokesâ for later. Maybe I should just stick to polite conversation.â
A soft laugh escaped you. âPolite conversation could go far, or it could bore them to tears. Theyâre going to want to see the real youâsilly, charming, and maybe a little awkward.â
âAwkward? Me? Never.â Lando feigned shock, placing a hand on his chest dramatically. âIâm the epitome of cool.â
âSure you are.â You smiled knowingly. âBut I promise you, they will appreciate your quirks more than you think. They just want to get to know the guy their daughter is dating.â
Lando sat up a little straighter, his posture shifting into something more serious. âBut what if they have questions? What if they think Iâm not good enough for you?â
âLando, stop worrying.â You leaned in closer, taking both of his hands in yours. âTheyâre not expecting anyone perfect, just someone who makes me happy. And spoiler alert: you do.â
He smiled, the tension crumbling between you like a sandcastle washed away by the tide. âThank you. I guess I just want to make a good impression on them. You mean a lot to me.â
âAnd you mean a lot to me,â you replied softly. âThe sooner you realize that, the easier this will be.â
With a deep breath, he nodded, clearly trying to shake off his nerves. âOkay then. Whatâs the plan for tomorrow?â
âBreakfast at the diner down the road, then to their house for coffee. Weâll take it easy,â you said, pulling your legs up onto Lando's to move closer, snuggling deeper against him.
âSounds goodâunless they try to feed us the mystery casserole,â Lando joked. âThen we might have a problem.â
You laughed. âI canât promise theyâll have their best dish on that day, but Iâll bring backup snacks, just in case.â
âAs long as youâre by my side, I can handle anything.â He leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.
The warmth of his breath mingled with yours, a shared moment that felt like a promise to tackle whatever came your way.
Chase stirred slightly and stretched, yawning wide as if sensing the change in atmosphere before settling back into a comfortable position.
âI think he approves of the plan,â you whispered, glancing down at the sleepy dog, who seemed perfectly content in his little world.
Lando smiled, squeezing your hands gently. âIâm ready, then. Letâs get some sleep. Tomorrowâs going to be great.â
âDefinitely,â you said, feeling the drowsiness creeping in. Both of you started to settle in as the soft evening light faded into nighttime.
As you both surrendered to sleep, you felt grateful for this little family you had created together, intertwined through laughter, love, and even the occasional awkward moment.
Tomorrow would come with its challenges, but with Lando by your side, you knew it would all be worthwhile. . . .
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You stood in the kitchen, a whirlwind of activity, as the smell of vanilla cake filled the air.
The clock ticked loudly in the background, each tick a reminder of the approaching moment when you would yell, âSurprise!â at your boyfriend Lando. Today's special occasion wasn't just any day; it was his birthday, a day you had been secretly planning for weeks.
You glanced towards the living room where you had set up decorationsâstreamers trailing down from the ceiling, colorful balloons bobbing in a corner, and a plethora of gifts waiting to be opened.
Family, friends, and their dogs had all pitched in. You couldn't wait to see Lando's face when he walked through the door; the surprise was your gift to him.
Chase, your fluffy golden retriever, sat obediently at your feet, his big brown eyes reflecting your excitement.
Normally, Chase was skittish around crowds, but you had coaxed him into staying close to you tonight.
âJust a little longer, buddy,â you whispered, reaching down to scratch behind his ears. âYouâll love seeing Daddy happy.â
The door swung open, and in walked Lando, his casual charm lighting up the room. You felt your heart flutter as you quickly gestured for everyone to hide.
The guests stilled their chatter, and you barely contained your excitement.
âLando! Youâre home!â you shouted, breaking the silence as he stepped inside, catching him off-guard. His brows furrowed in confusion before slowly transforming into realization.
âWhat is all this?â Landoâs voice was a mix of surprise and delight as his eyes roamed over the decorations, resting finally on the cake adorned with candles burning bright.
âHappy birthday, Lando!â you and the rest of the guests cheered, stepping out of your hiding spots with wide smiles.
Lando's face lit up brighter than the candles on the cake. âWow, you did all this for me?â he asked, his voice warm. You could see the corners of his mouth twitch with disbelief.
âOf course! You didnât think Iâd let your birthday slip by without a party, did you?â you teased, walking over to him. He wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, lifting you slightly off the ground.
âYouâre incredible,â he murmured into your hair, warmth radiating from his chest. You could almost forget the anxiety that had plagued you in the days leading up to this; seeing him smile made it all worth it.
After he greeted everyone, the cake was brought out, and the group gathered around him to sing âHappy Birthday.â You led the cacophony with exaggerated enthusiasm.
Lando chuckled, his face a perfect blend of bashfulness and joy as he blew out the candles, the wish dancing on his lips as he stole a fast glance at you.
As the cake was sliced and laughter filled the air, Chase had managed to find a cozy spot on your lap, grateful for the peace among the noise.
In fact, he looked slightly puzzled by the whole gathering of unfamiliar spirits surrounding him, opting to bury his head against you as if it might provide an invisibility cloak.
âIsnât he the cutest?â a friend commented, pointing at Chase who had planted himself firmly into your lap.
You stroked his soft fur, providing him with reassuring pets. âI think heâs scared of us,â they added.
âHeâs just a bit shy,â you replied, glancing down at Chase, who only lifted his head slightly with a soft whimper. âBut heâll warm up soon.â
Just as you were talking, Chase began to wriggle around unexpectedly, clearly seeking somethingâor someone. You could feel his eagerness in the way he shifted, nudging you.
âWhat is it, buddy?â you asked, slowly allowing him to move from your lap.
As if freed from a loose leash, Chase bounded towards Lando, catching him off-guard. His tail wagged with enthusiasm, sending a nearby glass teetering toward the edge of the table.
Landoâs face broke into a joyful grin at the sight of his dog coming alive, and it made your heart swell.
âHey, Chase! Youâre finally here!â he said, kneeling down as Chase found his place in Lando's arms.
The transformation from the scared pup to the ecstatic dog was instantaneous, and you couldnât help but smile as Chase began licking Landoâs face animatedly, as if to say, âHappy birthday, Dad!â
âThis is the best birthday gift,â Lando laughed, glancing back at you with his eyes sparkling with love. âThanks for bringing here! Look at him! Heâs so happy!â
You watched as Chaseâs little tongue continued to bathe Landoâs face with affectionate licks, trying to express his own birthday wish. âBetter than any present I could give you,â you said softly, crossing your arms while leaning back against the counter.
âYouâre right about that,â Lando replied, grinning despite the slobber.
âAnd you know youâre the best present I could ever ask for.â His gaze lingered on you, the warmth of his affection palpable in the room.
As the evening wore on, laughter and chatter filled the house, enveloping everyone in a cocoon of joy.
You walked back to find more snacks for your guests, the melodies of chatter and occasional barks from Chase as he played tug-of-war in the background creating a cheerful, lively atmosphere.
When you returned with a tray of snacks, Lando spotted you and called, âYou know, I keep expecting another surpriseâlike you revealing a hidden talent or something.â
âOh, please! Not all of us are as talented as you,â you laughed, rolling your eyes dramatically. âWhat would I even showcase?â
âJuggling? Singing? Interpretive dance?â he teased, showing his cheeky side as he approached, Chase still at his heels.
âYouâre lucky I love you,â you said, leaning into him playfully.
As the night continued with games and heartfelt conversations, you couldnât shake off the feeling of pure bliss. In the moment, with Chase happily rolling around at Landoâs feet while laughter floated through the room, the pressures of life faded into the background.
Here, surrounded by friends and love, everything felt perfect.
As you nestled up next to Lando later that evening, sharing your warm spot on the couch with Chase snuggled between you both, you realized that just like the candles on the cake, these moments were to be cherishedâlight against the darkness, warmth against the cold.
âHappy birthday, Lando,â you whispered, leaning closer.
âHappy birthday, indeed,â he replied, his smile contagious.
All could be perfect birthdays that lead to unforgettable memories, yet this one would stay forever etched in your heartâa night of laughter, love, and your little family: you, Lando, and Chase. . .
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Thinkin' abt DadBod!Miguel at the gym <3
You'd been going to the gym routinely, or at least trying to. You decided to go after working up the courage and convincing yourself that this was just for fun. That your body was your temple, and you were tending to it, no matter how it looked <3
The first week wasn't so bad. After embarrassingly tripping on equipment or accidentally dropping weights here and there, it was alright! Though at times, it was still difficult to stay consistent, until one day, you saw him.
Over on the other side of the gym, curling some dumbbells (100s, mind you), was a total 6-foot, thick, hairy dream of a man. You first noticed his chiseled face adorned by fine lines, locks of black hair framing it. With each draw of the weights, his biceps bulged. Beads of sweat trickled down his bulky chest and wide shoulders. When your eyes wander downward, you're surprised to not find washboard abs.
Oh no, what you find instead excites you even more than any pack of abs could offer you.
Your mouth waters slightly to find that his tank top has ridden up slightly over his hefty belly, graciously allowing a peek at a happy trail, its path sadly blocked by some basketball shorts (his cute bubble butt and giant dick print made up for it tho).
Despite his low, breathy grunts and intense crimson gaze towards his own reflection, he was making it look easy. You thought about how easy it'd probably be for him to carry you bride-style and throw you onto a bed before spreading your legs with those enormous hands so he could feast until your eyes crossed. Or how it'd be effortless for him to hold you tightly with your legs wrapped around that stocky midsection of his while he bullied his-
"'scuse me, you waiting for this bench?" a deep voice snaps you out of a daydream. You see the man is now looking at you with what looks like a knowing smirk. Fuck, he noticed you staring.
"Oh! N-no, was just looking for the 10s!" You blurt, evoking a velvety chuckle and dashing smile from him.
"Right over there." He motions with his chin toward the weight rack where the 10s are obviously displayed. After you thanked him, He smiled and nodded back to you, turning back toward the mirror to do his last set.
The second week felt like no problem. Instead of dragging yourself to the gym, you looked forward to it, scanning for your new gym crush every time you entered.
You'd feel a lil surge of happiness when you do find him there, feeling brave enough to exchange smiles and sometimes even little waves from across the gym. One time, the older man made you swoon when he winked at you upon entering the gym. After seeing your cute reaction, this would be how he greeted you every time.
The third week came You're at the squat rack, feeling stronger than usual, so you opt to go the heaviest you've ever gone. Big mistake. By the third rep, you fail to get back up, panicking and legs shaking. Just when you feel yourself start to fall, you see a pair of hands dart toward the bar from behind you, lifting it with ease and allowing you to stand back up. The bar is re-racked and you turn to find gym bae.
"You okay?" he gently prompts, a worried look on his face.
"Yes, thank you... think I might've gone too heavy." you nervously chuckle. He does as well, seeing that you're alright.
"Next time you go for a PR, you need to ask for a spotter, hun." He gives you that dashing smile again, his hands on his love handles.
"Yeah, I probably should've," you lower your head in defeat, "I didn't bring anyone with me though."
"You could've asked me," He says matter of factly as if it should've been obvious that he should be the one to spot you. "I would've done it with no problem, mama." His pet names make your womanhood pulse.
You look back up at him, your lips curled into a shy smile.
"C'mon, let's try again." "No, no, mama, I got that, I'll put it away for you." "Keep your knees like this-theeeere you go. "Gimme one more, mama, just one more, you can do it." "Atta girl! Good job, mamita."
You learned that his name is Miguel. He'd become your designated spotter on leg days, the sensation of his larger frame against yours making you nervous in the best way.
Your favorite is when his tummy accidentally brushes against your back, and borderline, your ass, and if not his tummy, it'd be his prominent bulge (which isn't there bc he gets to spot the adorable girl with an amazing ass from the gym... totally not that).
On the Fourth week, Miguel would ask you if you wanted to be workout buddies altogether. Of course, you accept, in which he asks for your number so like that, he can text you when he's going and vice versa.
It's the fifth week, and you both have worked out together a couple times already. Miguel texted you in the morning asking if you'd like to join him, which you were totally down for.
You two started with lateral pull-downs. Once it was your turn, you sat on the machine and reached for the handle, pulling it as you began your set.
Anytime you felt like you wanted advice or correction, Miguel eagerly helped you.
His hands would stay on your waist, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Mhm, there you go, you're doin' so good, mama." He praises in almost a whisper.
If only he knew he was making the exercise only harder. As if that weren't enough, his finger would occasionally message your hip. Your bodies were so close that you were able to hear each satisfied hum from his lips, suggesting you were doing the exercise right.
"Good girl, that was better. You feel it now?" He says, letting go to let you off the machine.
"Yeah, thank you! When it comes to upper body, I'll need all the help I can get. I'm just glad Iâm getting it from an upper-body master." You flirtatiously add, playfully poking at one of his biceps.
This makes him blush, but only for a moment before he returns with a cocky response, "Thanks, hun. I'm glad to be working out with a leg-day goddess."
Now it was your turn to blush, except you didn't have any smart comeback, boosting Miguel's ego.
"Listen, let me treat you to smoothie after this, yeah?" He says it more like a statement than a request, and you happily oblige.
What you were expecting was a simple, cheap smoothie from a spot you usually go to, but instead, you're met with a drive-thru menu listing shakes from $20 and up. Oh he got moneyyyy.
Miguel tells you to pick any that looks good to you. He orders for himself and you as well, parking the car once the two of you get the smoothies.
As he sips from the cup, you take the opportunity to subtly glance at his figure, his muscles, how his pecs sit beautifully on top of his soft belly, his thighs constrained by the confines of his gym shorts. You think how badly you wanna sit there, grinding on the print 'til there was a wet spot-
"Something on your mind, mama?" You look back at him, taking a few seconds to register his words.
You hastily look back down at your drink and shake your head, âNothing⊠thank you so much for this, itâs delicious!â
then he grabs the shoulder of your chair to lean toward you, âOf course, mama, but I donât think youâre being completely truthful with me, hm?â
You look at him, playfully shaking your head again, knowing full well youâve been caught.
âWhatâs in that pretty lil head of yours, hm? dime.â He puts the smoothie into the cup holder to free his other hand, placing it on your thigh, and softly squeezes it. âJust say the word, and youâll get anything you want.â
Your lips curl slyly as you think of a response.
âWell⊠we never did cardio.â
Now you were here in his car, being bounced on his fat dick on the passenger seat, holding onto his his big shoulders for dear life. You were basically his fleshlight at this point⊠with those big hands.
You could feel his body now taut against yours, your tits bouncing relentlessly, his muscled, thick thighs below your ass, his balls slapping against your pussy lips, his bush tickling your clit, his pelvis pushing your ass up and his curved belly against your front side. It all was sending you into euphoria.
With you vigorously bouncing on his cock and his beautiful moaning, you fully let go. âAw yes, Daddy,â you mumbled without thinking.
In fact, you couldnât think at all. All you knew was this fat cock and your pussy was memorizing all its veins and curves.
âMmfuck baby, yea, say that again fâmeâ, he groaned through gritted teeth as he mercilessly bounced you down his painfully hard shaft.
âPlease, Daddy, please!â You whined with your hands desperately seeking support on his big shoulders.
You can feel the sheet of sweat on his belly and on his thighs, which turned the smacking of your ass sound even more lewd.
âFuck, say it again.â He growled, getting faster now.
âMmmm, Daddyâ Daddy, pleaseeee.â
âLouder, baby, câmonââ
âUNGH DADDYYYYâ
âOh FUCK⊠you wanted cardio, baby, Iâll give you cardio⊠fuckinâ take it⊠coño.â Your panting became synchronized with every pound of his cock into your abused and bruised cunt, getting higher and higher in pitch, firing him up to go faster and harder.
âGonna cum on this fat cock, right? Gonna cum fâme, mami?â He ordered, dropping octaves from his usual gentle tone with you.
âMmmnn, Nnyesyyesyesyesââ you babbled, the shakiness of your voice the result of the aggressive bouncing.
âAh⊠carajoâŠâ his cock accidentally slips out from your cunt, making you wince from the sudden empty sensation.
Holding up your ass, he takes a moment to admire the view, hissing from the sight of his angrily red cock and veins pulsing from your cunt sucking him in so deliciously. A ring of your cream erotically placed at the base of his length, just above his perfect bush. He guides his fat tip back to your dripping cunt using his thumb, pushing it back into your swollen folds.
He was back to ramming into your abused cunt in no time, chasing each others highâs.
âCâmonâŠfuck, câmon, mama, youâre almost thereâŠ. Aw f-fuck⊠almost thereâŠâ he moans with his brows knitted and through a clenched jaw.
âDaddy Iâm gânaâ Iâm cummingimcummingimcummingââ
âAw, fuck, asiâ asi mamiâ ah, ahâŠâ Miguel holds back choked whines as he get closer, not allowing himself to let go until he knew you came first.
You speak in gibberish before crying into your climax, Miguel letting out a long, exasperated groan when he reaches his. You can feel his hot cum overfilling you, making you whine as it leaks down your thigh.
After draining himself completely, making sure every drop was in you, he gently pulls out, âFuck⊠you did so good for me, mama⊠so good.â
Miguel lets you rest against his heaving chest and soft belly, rubbing your back as you caught your breath. You smiled a tired smile when you notice how hard Miguel is breathing as well, knowing you worked him out, too.
âYou ok, mamita?â He plants a tender kiss on your shoulder, making a trail up your neck and finally to your forehead.
âMhm,â you hum, you look up at him and are met with his plump, wet lips, tongues becoming entangled with each other as he groans into your mouth.
âI say⊠we do cardio like this every day.â
A/n: Haiii, I hope u liked it <3 Love my man sm <3 None of my gym baes could ever compare to himmmmmđđđ
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Expect - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 3 - 343 words
Regulus blinks once. Twice. Then, he sighs and accepts that heâs not dreaming. His boyfriend is actually standing in front of him with what he believes is a terrible excuse of shoes.
âWhat? Donât you like them?â James asks with a grin. Heâs holding a pair of red Lightning McQueen crocs.
Regulus runs a hand through his hair, bewildered. âJames,â he says slowly, trying to make sense of the scene before him.
âYes, love?â He blinks innocently, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
âI sent you to the store for groceries.â
âYeah, but look at these!â He waves the shoesâif you can even call them thatâaround with a proud puff-out of his chest. Honestly, what did Regulus expect?
Regulus frowns. âWhat about supper?â
âI can take you to that fancy restaurant you like so much.â James has turned back to the bag and pulls out another pair of crocs. No. Oh no.
âLook weâre matching!â James smiles even bigger as he now holds up a pair of blue Sally crocs in his other hand.
Regulus just stares at James for a minute, processing the ridiculousness of it all. Then he caves, and a smile grows on his face because his boyfriend saw fucking crocs and thought that they should match.
âI love them.â
At this, James sets the crocs down on the table and steps closer. âYeah?â
âYeah,â Regulus confirms, pulling his boyfriend down for a kiss.
When they pull apart, James begins to ask, âCan weââ
And even though Regulus really doesnât want to wear crocs to a formal restaurant, but his boyfriendâs excitement is evident, so he nods. âSure, Jamie, we can wear the crocs.â
James practically perks up at this and grins wide. âYes! Thanks, babe!â
Regulus rolls his eyes, but heâs still smiling. âYeah, yeah. Now go get ready, Iâm starving.â
James dashes off with a spring in his step, leaving Regulus to chuckle at the absurdity of it all. As he picks up the crocs, he marvels at how love can make even the most ridiculous things seem perfect.
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How to function your very tall boyfriend
Having troubles reaching things that are too high for you? Don't fret. That's what having a really tall boyfriend for.
A request by Sora.
đ» Character x F!Reader Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel and Caleb (first time writing for Caleb <3)
Tags: soft, sweet, lovers, established relationship. This fic is for short girlies like me out there <3
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You stood on tiptoe, reaching the full length of your arm towards the row of shelves in front of you. A finger touched the box but you still couldn't get it. You looked around the archives, looking for the help of a ladder, chair, or anything. Then, the door opened, and you saw Xavier's face peeking inside.
Without waiting for him to speak, you waved to your savior. You looked at him, then pointed to the box located at the highest position on the shelf.Â
"You want me to get it down for you?"
You gave him a nod. And, with a gust of wind, he appeared right next to you.
Your hair was still hanging over your face from the breeze that had just passed. When you recovered consciousness, you noticed that the box you required was in Xavier's hands.
âWooooooooow!â
That was all you could say. Your eyes widened and looked at him, mixed with admiration and gratitude.
Xavier maintained a somewhat tired expression on his face. He handed you the package and said in a calm tone:
âDo you need anything else?â
Your gaze was still locked on Xavier. As usual, he was already quite attractive, but when he rushed to your side and grabbed stuff for you in the blink of an eye, his coolness grew tremendously in proportion to your heartbeat.
"I need⊠that one!"
You pointed your finger at another row of shelves. In truth, you already had everything you needed for the mission, but watching more of Xavier using his skills in bringing everything from a higher place down for you wouldn't hurt.
"Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xavier dashed to the shelf before returning to your side. All in a blink of an eye!
"That one too!" You pointed your finger in another way. "This one! That one! Two up there!âŠâ
In only a few minutes, all the boxes stacked on high shelves were brought down and placed around you to form a wall made of cardboard.
"Woooooooow! "Xavier, you're so cool!"
You couldn't help but blurt out, causing the skin on his face below his blue eyes to grow scarlet. He came closer, put the last box in your hand and said:
âI've taken down all the things from higher shelves for you. Isn't it time I received my reward?â
Caught off guard when he suddenly leaned closer, you blushed a little in reply:
âY-You⊠What do you want thenâŠ?âŠâ
Xavier smiled mysteriously. He turned sideways and pointed at his cheek.
âYou already know.â
Embarrassed, you placed a quick kiss on it. Xavier seemed unsatisfied.
âYou really don't need all of these boxes, right? I heard that Jena will cut off the bonuses if she catches anyone tampering with the team's records. I can assist you clean up, but the prize must be more than this."
You chuckled. You'd become accustomed to his solicitation tactics.
"Please help me then. I assure you'll be pleased with the latter prize." After that, you lifted up his chin and gave Xavier an even deeper kiss on the opposite cheek.
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You were used to visiting Zayne's house every weekend or on days off. Even when he was not home, you still liked to be there waiting for his return. You had a habit of eating snacks, especially sweets. So you brought a lot of things to his house to eat together. And always, he kept them nicely organized in the refrigerator or cupboards over the stove.
But sometimes, he put them out of your reach. At moments like that, you called out his name from the kitchen.
âDoctor Zayne. Doctor Zayne. Doctor Zayneeeee.â
He appeared soon after. On the bridge of his nose was still a pair of reading glasses. He carefully adjusted it and sighed.
âWhat do you need this time?â
âThat jar of fruit gummies.â You pointed at it.
âI'm not your ladder.â Despite his grumbling, Zayne still took it down for you. With his height, it did not appear to be a problem at all.
"Thank you." You said. âI don't want to bother you. Why did you have to put my snacks so high up there?â
âI put it away so some sweet-loving worm doesn't eat too much.â
âI'm not a worm.â You replied, pouting. Zayne patted your head.
"Alright. Would you like anything else?"
Zayne kept telling you not to eat too many snacks, but he still took them all down. He separated them into parts and placed them on a large plate. The rest was put away to make sure you did not consume too much.
Knowing he was concerned about your health, you didn't ask for anything else but ate all of the treats he brought out. However, it was only when Zayne was away that you could properly appreciate his caring nature. Outside your snack cupboard was a letter with Zayne's handwritten words, which you took forever to read. It turned out he had moved your food to another place within your reach. Inside that cabinet was a candy tray with a lid. Zayne had prepared everything for you, with one additional note: Don't eat too much.
You burst out laughing. In response to his concern, you decided to rearrange his working space. Because he had left in a hurry to go to the hospital that day, his books were still not put away. That night, you caught him walking back and forth in front of his bookshelf, his expression rather serious.
âDid you rearrange the bookshelf?â
"Yes."
You replied. He placed his both hands on the bookshelf in front of him, skimming through the book titles printed on the spine. The book he had been reading in the morning was nowhere to be seen. Rather, you slithered right into the gap between his arms, making him turn to face you.
The sudden close distance made him a bit surprised. However, he maintained his composure and gazed down at you. The book he was looking for was in your hand. He smiled:
"What's wrong? You couldn't put it back since you found its place to be too high?"
You said with a pout, "If that's the case, then I won't give it to you."
You hid the book behind your back. WWho would have imagined that Dr. Zayne would boldly lean down, one arm around your waist to draw you in, while the other hand taking the book away from you.
You could hear his heartbeat matching yours as he pressed his body against you to return that book to its proper place on the shelf. He looked down at you, who was extremely confused. You asked:
âAren't you going to read it?â
"No. I'm preoccupied with something else.â
He leaned down again, and kissed you.
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Your favorite store had just been redecorated, and the items you needed had been moved elsewhere. Most of them were within your reach, but some decorations with lights were located high up. You turned around to look for help, but the store staff was already busy with another customer. So you looked in the other direction, where you found Rafayel staring at some little decorative fish bowls.
âRafayel. Please help me get this thing.â
Rafayel turned to face whichever way your finger was pointing. He would waste no effort to reach the lamp you needed. He placed his hand on a spherical night lamp.
"Is this the one?"
"Not that one. The one in purple.â
His hand went to another. "This?"
âNooooo. I said the purple oneâŠâ
"This one has purple in it." Rafayel put his hand on a purple lamp, but it wasn't what you wanted.
âRafayel. The purple one. In the shape of a jellyfish."
âHmmâŠâ Rafayel pretended not to see what you described, even though it was right in front of him. "All I see is a seahorse and a whale."
He's definitely teasing you. You scowled:
âI'm not joking with you, Rafayel. Get the jellyfish lamp!â
âAre you sure?â He reposed the question with great seriousness. âThis jellyfish is so ugly and painful to look at that my eyes automatically ignore it.â
You puffed your cheeks and said each word clearly: âTake. That. Jellyfish. Lamp!"
"Okay." Rafayel gave a shrug. At last, his hand found the precise object you wanted. He lifted it. But instead of placing it in your eagerly outstretched palms, he put it on a higher shelf.
âRafayel!â YYou yelled out of rage. He grinned from ear to ear.
âHere, you told me to take it, so I took it. You didn't mention that I had to give it to you"
âYou!⊠Argghhh!âŠâ
You were so furious that you failed to speak. You stood on your tiptoes and jumped up, trying to grab the item, but Rafayel raised the object entirely.
âGive it to me! Give it to me!â You danced in a circle around Rafayel, who was clutching the jellyfish lamp like a trophy. All eyes in the store turned to both of you. You stopped. Your face was red, both from anger and embarrassment.
You looked at Rafayel, who was teasing you with that handsome but punchable face. Then, like a light bulb had just turned on in your head, you thought of a way to "repress" him.
Your hands stretched out. Rafayel thought you were aiming for the lamp so he raised it even higher. But it was his collar you were after. He wasn't on guard so you pulled him down so easily, so close. Until your lips touch his delicate ones.
Rafayel rolled his eyes. He was so surprised. Taking advantage of the situation when his arm was gradually falling, you immediately grabbed the jellyfish lamp and stepped back, holding it triumphantly in your arms.
âHa! I snatched it from you!â
Rafayel was in disbelief. He had earlobes the color of ripe tomatoes. With one hand softly brushing his lips, he turned to face you.
âYou⊠cheated.â He said, "In that case, you can snatch me too!"
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It had been a long time since both Caleb and you had a chance to go home to visit Grandma. A family meal was inevitable. He took you to the supermarket near your house to shop and prepare dinner.
Caleb knew too much about your taste. You simply followed him and let him select nearly everything. But when you were walking by the snack shelves, your gaze unintentionally paused at the top row, where there was a particular kind of cookie that you and Caleb used to enjoy together as children.
After noticing your halt, Caleb turned to face you.
âOh, they still sell this?â He spoke up.
âI want to buy it!â You told him. One hand reached up but you couldn't get the snacks. You heard Caleb laughing hysterically next to you. You folded your arms and pouted: "What are you laughing at?" Why don't you get it for me?"
"I assumed you could handle anything on your own since you're already an adult." Caleb made a joke. âRemember when we were kids? Every time you couldn't reach something, you ran to me and tugged my arm?â
You reminisced about your childhood days. Whenever you needed to get something from a high place, the first person you called was Caleb. He would bend down so you could climb on his shoulders and then carry you like that until you got what you wanted.
âYeah. I remember." You replied. âBut whyâ Ouch!â
Caleb suddenly bent down, wrapped his muscular arms around your thighs and lifted you up.
âCaleb?! What are you doing?!" Your arms wrapped around Caleb's neck, holding on tight as if your life depended on this. You looked down at Caleb's grinning face. He responded:
âI'm helping you get your cookies.â
âN-Not like this!âŠâ You blushed. You had grown up and no longer the innocent little girl you used to be. Being lifted up by him like this made you extremely timid. âPeople⊠People are looking at usâŠâ
âIgnore them.â Caleb paid no attention to his surroundings. âJust look at me.â
You felt the heat radiating from your cheeks. Caleb didn't stop there, he asked you:
"Ready?"
"Huh?"
Without waiting for your response, he spun around so fast in that posture, which made you scream suddenly. You leaned entirely on Caleb, counting on him to keep you both balanced. He continued to rotate a few more times, before becoming lightheaded himself. Then he came to a complete halt and rested his back against the shelf.
You both burst into laughter. Laughing until your stomach muscles start to hurt. But Caleb still didn't let you go. He breathed heavily and said:
âI just remembered. Besides helping you get things from high places, I also helped you climb that wall when you snuck out without Gran knowing!"
âIt was completely your idea!â You pinched his nose. âAfter that, both of us got grounded by Grandma.â
"Sorry." Caleb chuckled. âShall I make it up to you with cookies?â
âThen help me up a little higher.â You uttered it out with joy. âLet's buy all the cookies here!â
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The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader
Summary: After finding out about the seven years Lila and Five spent together, reader walks in to a diner in between all time and space and finds exactly what she didnât know she was looking for
Warnings: cursing, cheating, anxiety
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The walls were closing in on her. The air in her lungs was poison. She couldnât breathe. She couldnât think. She could only see the tender look that Five and Lila shared. A nightmare.
No, not a nightmare. Reality.
Her name was being repeated over and over but she couldnât claw her way back to the surface in order to reply. Her knees gave way and she sunk to the ground, the world spinning around her.
Callused hands were cupping her face and she heard her name again. Pleads of forgiveness. Pleads for understanding.
She came to.
âDonâtâŠtouch me,â she snarled, jerking away from the man in front of her.
âY/N, please, let me explain,â Five pleaded, looking utterly dejected.
Her heart tightened in her chest and for a brief moment, the part of her that still loved him and still wanted to hold on to what they had, ached to reach out and comfort him. But it was quickly dashed by the realization that she was far angrier than she was sorrowful. She hated him. She hated him for making her feel this way.
âJust give her some room to breathe, asshole,â She heard Diegoâs angry voice snap from somewhere off in the distance.
âStay the fuck out of our business,â Five barked.
âYou made it my fucking business the moment you decided to fuck my wife and betray Y/Nâs trust!â
Five reached out for her again, his hand clasping her forearm as he blinked them away from the chaos. She stumbled, catching herself on a bench as they reappeared in the subway terminal he had brought them to just a few days before. At least, it had only been a few days for her.
âTake me back, Five!â She demanded, rounding on him.
âI need you to hear me out, Y/N,â he said, holding his hands up in defense, âplease, just let me explain.â
She was shaking now, palms sweaty and heart beating erratically, âI heard enough, trust me. I donât have anything to say to you. Itâs over, Five. Thatâs all there is to it.â
Turning on her heel, she set off in a run, desperate to put some space between them. She had no idea how she would get back on her own, but she wasnât thinking any farther than the need to be away from him. She couldnât look at him anymore. The pain was unbearable.
She ran until her thighs ached and her lungs burned, forcing her to stop at the top of a dark set of stairs that went down in to what she assumed was more nothing.
She took them anyways.
When she reached the bottom, she blinked in surprise. A lone building stood before her, a neon sign blazoned across the front that read âMaxâs delicatessenâ.
A deli existed between all time and space, surrounded by nothing but dilapidated subway terminals.
She was definitely in an ask questions later mindset because her legs carried her forward without much thought until her hand was reaching out for the door handle.
She stepped across the threshold and every head in the room swiveled to look at her, the entire place falling in to shocked silence.
Her mouth went dry and her heart thundered in her chest as multiple sets of familiar green eyes stared her down. Every patron and every employee of this deli was a variation of her boyfriend. And they were all looking her like they had just seen a ghost.
âIâve died and this is my own personal hell,â she murmured to herself, rooted to the spot.
Finally, a Five that was sitting in a middle booth stood up, breaking the silence as he waved off his counterparts, âAs you were, you animals.â
He made his way over to her and gave her a gentle, easy smile, âYouâll have to forgive them. Itâs been years since most of them have seen their Y/N and never in here.â
âYou know who I am?â She questioned him as he gestured to his booth, leading her over to sit down across from him.
âOf course I do,â he spoke softly, a tenderness in his gaze that set her face aflame, âWe all do. Now, where are you from?â
âUm,â she swallowed hard, not knowing where to start, âIâm from the cleanse timeline? Another apocalypse.â
Another Five, this time with his sleeves pushed up and an apron tied around his waist, appeared before them, sitting a cup of tea and a plate full of her favorite cookies on the table. She didnât even need to ask how he knew what she would like.
âThank you,â she said earnestly.
âAnything for the missus.â This Five said, voice laced with longing.
Her companion shooed him away and turned his attention back to her.
âYouâve been crying,â he said matter-of-factly, noting the tear streaks that still marked her face, âwhat happened?â
âFive, my Five that is, he and LilaâŠ,â she choked on her words, tears pricking at her eyes again as she remembered what brought her here in the first place. She hung her head as her mind replayed the entire scene in Diego and Lilaâs living room.
Booth Fives expression darkened as he read between the lines, his fists clenching on the table, knuckles whitening, âIâll kill him.â
âHe and Lila were stuck for seven years,â she explained, âbut for me it was only a few hours. I canât wrap my head around it.â
âThatâs still no excuse!â Booth Five growled, âDo you know what every single one of us would do to have even just a moment longer with our Y/N? I donât care how long he was trapped with her, he should have never crossed that line!â
His anger was palpable and she felt the need to reach out and soothe him, her hand covering his own, his fingers relaxing under her touch. She stroked her thumb across the back of his hand and he turned it palm up, interlacing his fingers with hers.
âIâm okay. I promise,â she assured him, âor at least I will be. Can IâŠcan I ask what happened to me in your timeline?â
Pain flashed across his features and she realized she was probably forcing him to relive one of the worst days of his life.
âYouâŠdied. The handler put a hit out on you so that you wouldnât be a distraction. They got to you before I could stop it. You saw it coming because you put up a hell of a fight, but there were too many of them.â
âOh, Five,â she whispered, squeezing his hand, âIâm so so sorry. I canât even imagine what you must have gone through.â
âIt was a long time ago,â he said, voice distant, âBut I still think about her, you, every day. I never thought Iâd see you again until you stepped through that door today.â
âIâm the shittiest seer,â she said, lip quivering, âbecause I never saw any of this coming. And Iâm willing to bet that no other versions of me could see what misfortunes were ahead of them.â
âYou always did struggle seeing in to your own future. But thereâs limits on all of our powers.â
She broke down at those words, feeling more powerless than she felt actually without her powers. What was the point of being able to see in to the future if she was never able to stop any of it? She couldnât prevent any of the apocalypses in any timeline she existed in. She couldnât stop the death and destruction that marred every last world that Five had fought for. She couldnât even prevent her own death.
Before the first sob even escaped her chest, booth Five was scrambling out of his seat and sliding in to the spot next to her, pulling her in to his arms.
âOh, my darling. My darling,â he cooed, kissing the tears from her cheeks, âNone of this is your fault. You are not responsible for any of our unhappiness. You are everything good that has ever come to any of us, my love. Even if it wasnât meant to last.â
She cried harder, her whole body shaking as he tightened his arms around her.
âIâm going to fix this,â he whispered in to her hair, holding her against his chest as she sobbed her anguish in to his shoulder, âIâm going to make sure that you never feel this pain ever again. Youâre going to be okay. Iâll make sure of it.â
And she believed him. He was essentially a total stranger but the way he held her, the way he spoke, was of a desperate man who already went through the loss of her once and had no intention of losing her again.
She felt safe.
Authors Note: Possible part 2? I havenât been this inspired to write in a long time!
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Seeing Someone
Lando Norris x friend!reader (female reader)
summary: Lando is finally ready to tell you how he feels when he overhears you say that you've started seeing someone - but overheard conversations aren't always what they seem. wc: 5.5k author's note: a few disclaimers: 1. let's all pretend that everyone has to spend a few weeks at MTC before the start of the season and they commute to/from London. 2. therapy and mental health help are so important - i purposefully left some things vague because people go to therapy for a variety of reasons and it should be normalized! i also didn't want things to get too heavy or potentially upset anyone by choosing to elaborate on something they relate to/hits a little too close to home. 3. this was inspired by a post i saw on my dash that said "when you said you were seeing someone i was hoping you meant a therapist". this originally started out more light-hearted, but the angst came out and i couldn't stop. feeling a little insecure about this one - thoughts and feelings in the comments/reblogs/my inbox would be so cherished and appreciated :) once again, special shoutout to @sof1shticated for being my beta reader. couldn't do this without you, Mel! warnings: mentions of reader going to therapy, mentions of reader drinking, a few curse words (i think), and angst! but there is a happy ending (even if it's a little open-ended)
Lando had searched the entirety of McLaren HQ at this point and started to worry â you were quite literally nowhere to be found. Usually, this wouldnât phase him, since you were notorious for getting distracted or caught up in conversation with everyone you came across. You especially found ways to delay leaving MTC when you had to be there physically â the commute from HQ back to London each day was objectively the worst part of everyone coming together in the weeks leading up to each new season.
Today, however, the two of you had plans to get dinner at your favorite restaurant in London and you would never miss a chance to devour your favorite scallop risotto, cheese garlic bread, several glasses of wine, and a heaping mound of tiramisu for dessert.
He stopped speed-walking abruptly when he saw a familiar head of brown hair out of the corner of his eye.
âOSCAR,â Lando shouted, his speed-walk turning into a run. âOscar, have you seen Y/N? She told me to meet at her office at 5:00pm but itâs 5:30pm and she is literally missing. She better have a good excuse, I hate being late.â
âMissing? Are you sure sheâs not just caught up in a meeting? I saw her heading to Zakâs office around 4:45pm, did you check there?â
âZakâs office, of course! The one place I didnât check. Thanks, Osc, youâre the man.â
Oscar rolled his eyes â âAnytime, Lan. What are you running late for? Hot date?â
Lando didnât miss the wiggle of Oscarâs eyebrows and slight smirk. It wasnât a secret to the Australian that Lando had a crush on Y/N â although Lando had never confirmed or denied it, it was pretty obvious to anyone who spent more than 30 seconds around them.
âAh, something like that,â Lando said nonchalantly, a bashful blush making its way to his cheeks.
âGood luck, mate!â Oscar threw a wave over his shoulder as he heard the retreating sound of Landoâs trainers smacking against the floor.
In truth, although you and Lando were just friends and Lando was terrified he may ruin that, he had plans to tell you about his feelings for you that night at dinner. It had been almost a year since you started working for McLaren, and almost a year of Lando pining after you in secret. He spent most days trying to convince himself he was content just being your friend, but he was determined to make 2024 his year. His first win, hopefully of many, maybe even WDC contender material, and finally plucking up the courage to be honest with you.
As Lando hurriedly approached Zakâs office, he could see that the door was slightly ajar and heard your voice trailing through the opening.
âI really appreciate you taking the time to talk to me, Zak. And a massive thank you for approving the time off on such late notice.â
âAnytime, Y/N, you know youâre like family to me and everyone here. You sure youâre ok?â
âYes, Iâm seeing someone. Itâs still new so Iâm not set on him yet but I have a really good feeling about it, Iâm really starting to wish I had called him sooner. He actually suggested the days off, Iâm seeing him on Tuesday and hopefully things continue to go well.â
Landoâs heart dropped to his stomach â all week he had been thinking about tonight. How to tell you, how you might react, how nervous he was, and each day he grew even more anxious. He was panicking â what was he supposed to do? How could he sit across from you all night knowing that heâd missed his chance?
âThatâs so good to hear,â Zak said earnestly. âKeep me updated and enjoy your days off.â
Lando could hear chairs scraping and scrambled to leave the scene before you walked out of Zakâs office to find him eavesdropping. He got about 50 feet down the hallway before he heard your voice from behind.
âLan,â you shouted. âIâm so sorry, Iâm totally late but I had to meet with Zak about something and his last meeting went way over.â
You jogged a little to catch up to him â a bright smile on your face that made his heart rate skyrocket and his palms grow sweaty. He couldnât see you feeling like this. Not tonight, not when he could barely keep himself from telling you that he would be a much better boyfriend than whoever you were dating.
âWe still on for dinner? I grabbed everything I needed from my office before I met with Zak so if we leave right this second and ignore the speed limit, they may seat us,â you bumped his shoulder as you joked.
Unable to help himself, only thinking about how hurt he was even though youâd done nothing wrong, Lando blurted out an excuse. âActually, I was trying to find you to tell you I canât make it.â
He tried not to react when he saw your face fall a little, but he told himself it was because you were disappointed about the last-minute change in plans and not that he wasnât going.
âYou should still go though,â he offered quickly. âIâm sure you have someone you could take with you!â
Your eyes spotted Oscar across the hallway and you smiled slightly â it had been a while since you had spent time with him and you knew he was having a rough week.
âYeah, I have someone in mind,â you mused, focusing your eyes back on Lando. âIs everything ok? Are you not feeling well?â
âNo, Iâm fine, I just forgot I have plans.â
âWell, we had plans. You scheduled over me?â
âItâs a last-minute thing. Date thing. Last-minute date thing.â
âOh,â you gasped. âOh, thatâs great!â You plastered a fake smile on your face â hoping that he was just as oblivious now as he apparently is to your feelings. âI hope you have a great time, sheâs a lucky girl! Iâll see you on Wednesday, Iâm taking a couple days off!â
Before he had a chance to say anything else, you sped off in search of Oscar to bribe him to accompany you to dinner. While you set off across the room, Lando smacked himself in the forehead and groaned.
âWhy did you tell her it was a date, you idiot,â he mumbled to himself. Now, it was his turn to speed walk through McLaren HQ, but if he had turned around just for a moment, he would have caught you stopped in your tracks staring at him longingly as he walked away.
You shook your head and sighed, continuing your quest to find the younger McLaren driver and rope him into an evening filled with good food and, if you were being honest with yourself, probably a few tears.
A few moments later, you spotted floppy brown hair bouncing as Oscar walked toward the employee parking lot.
âOscar!â You yelled after him, increasing your pace to catch up to him.
âHey,â he said, confusion evident on his face, âI thought you were going out with Lando?â
âHeâs got a date,â you blurted. âHe has a date and he canceled on me and itâs fine. I am fine. But I want my scallop risotto and tiramisu so youâre coming with me.â
âSure, Y/N, lead the way.â
Oscar was, to put it extremely lightly, confused. Lando was completely enamored by you â anyone with eyes could see it. Oscar was wholly convinced that Lando was going to officially ask you out at dinner tonight, especially after the brief conversation they had while you were late to meet up with him.
Yet, here he was, sat across from you in a dimly lit room as you sipped on your third glass of wine and, with all the subtlety of a neon sign, wiped a tear from your lower lash line.
âItâs not that Iâm not happy for him, Iâm so happy for him. But canceling last minute is a dick move, right? Itâs a dick move. I know Iâm just his friend, sometimes I feel like just a colleague, but Iâm not being dramatic, right?â
Oscar stared at you blankly â his eyes wide and a look of pure fear on his face. He considered himself good at most things, great at quite a few, but comforting a crying woman was bottom of the list of Oscar Piastriâs skills.
âItâs totally a dick move,â he nodded his head eagerly in agreement. âI just donât get it â when I saw him earlier he was frantic trying to find you. I think heâd scoured the entirety of MTC, he was out of breath when I found him.â
âWell, at least he had the decency to find me and tell me in person that he planned on ditching me.â
âYeah, but thatâs just it, it didnât seem like he was trying to find you to tell you that. He complained about being late and when I asked him if he had a hot date, he blushed.â
âHe is literally on a hot date.â
âOk, well, when I asked him I meant did he have a hot date specifically with you.â
You scoffed and set your glass down â as much as you loved Oscar and you knew heâd never judge you, if you had any more wine youâd end up sobbing and not just wiping stray tears away.
âAs if! Lando has never once made a move on me even though I flirt, or at least try to flirt, with him any chance I get.â
âYou flirt with Lando?â
âI made him a personalized Spotify playlist, had Stroopwafels overnighted to him from The Netherlands after Vegas, bought him a sweater for his birthday with a card that said âto match your eyesâ, and I compliment him every time I see him.â
âThatâs your idea of flirting?â
âWell, yes.â
âY/N, thatâs just being nice to people. Youâre nice to everyone. Lando is not going to understand that youâre a little extra nice to him and that means youâre trying to woo him.â
You huffed and slumped in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. âOk, well, how would you flirt with Lando?â
âDid you seriously just ask me that question?â
âYes because apparently you know all about flirting! And by the way, Logan thought I was coming onto him when I was just being nice so some people would consider my actions flirtatious.â
âThat doesnât count, Logan thinks Uber drivers are flirting with him when they say âhave a nice dayâ.â
You and Oscar shared a laugh at the mention of your mutual friend â somehow an even more hopeless case than you in the world of romance.
Your laughs turned to giggles and eventually died down completely. A sigh climbed its way out of your throat, the sudden change in your mood evident to Oscar.
âIt doesnât matter anyway â heâs seeing someone so no more trying, and according to you failing, to flirt.â
âYou donât know how serious it is, maybe this was a first date and itâll go horribly. He definitely doesnât have a girlfriend if thatâs what youâre worried about, he was just saying the other day that Lily and I make him feel painfully single. We can ask him about it on Monday!â
You frowned a bit and tried to recover, but Oscar noticed the way your face fell slightly. âIâm actually taking a few days off, I need some personal time. I wonât be back at MTC until Wednesday.â
âIs everything ok? You donât have to tell me but if you need anything, you know Iâm there for you, right?â
You smiled at Oscar â it was a rare thing to find such great friends in the people you worked with, but you got so incredibly lucky with the McLaren team, especially Lando and Oscar. âI know that, Osc. Youâre a gem.â
With a nod of understanding, Oscar changed the subject to something more pleasant, and you enjoyed the rest of your evening with your friend.
When Wednesday morning rolled around, you felt like your stomach might explode from nerves. You had resisted texting Lando over the past few days to ask about his date, you didnât want to seem too eager and hoped it would come up naturally in conversation during the day. You hadnât talked to Oscar much, though heâd texted you a few times to check in, but you wondered if he had talked to Lando at all and if he had details on how well Landoâs date went.
You arrived at MTC fairly early, hoping to get a head start on your day. Winter break was nearly over, and you were swamped with finalizing everything for the start of the 2024 season. It wasnât until lunch that you saw Lando at all and he just so happened to be waiting in your office, sitting comfortably in your chair, while you were walking back from your latest meeting.
âLando! What are you doing here?â
âI, uh,â he scrambled. âI was justâŠI donât know really. I guess I wanted to see you, we havenât talked in a few days since youâve been out.â
âWell, weâve both been busy. You couldâve texted me. How was your date?â
âIt was good. Great. How about yours?â
You smiled remembering your evening with Oscar, assuming he had told Lando at some point that he had accompanied you. âHonestly so fun, we had the best time. I hope we get to do it again soon.â
Lando cringed â jealousy rearing its ugly head as he looked down at his feet before answering. âSame, Iâll probably go out with her again this weekend.â
âGood for you,â you gritted. âIâm glad you had fun. I actually have a million things to do so if thereâs nothing importantâŠâ
âYeah, yeah, sorry. Just wanted to see you. I guess weâll catch up soon? Hope you enjoyed your days off.â
Mustering up a fake smile, you told him definitely, awkwardly standing as he rose from your desk and left your office. As soon as he was far enough away that he couldnât hear you, you groaned. The tension between you and Lando was unbearable, though you didnât understand why it seemed to mostly be coming from him. Before you had a chance to think any further, you could hear your phone buzzing from inside your bag and begrudgingly pulled it out to see a text from Oscar.
did you go on a date over the weekend?
no? why are you asking me that?
well then why did lando just sit across from me and say âdid Y/N tell you anything about her date?â
he was just in my office, I asked him how his date went and he asked about âmineâ. i assumed he was talking about Friday and that you told him i brought you?
i never told him, i guess he thought you brought a real date?
You paused before responding to Oscar, confusion evident on your face and in your lack of response. Before you could type out a reply, two more texts came in.
ok something is up because i just told him that i went with you on friday and he said âi know, i saw you in her insta story in the reflection of a wine glass, iâm talking about yesterdayâ
insane that he looked close enough to see me in your wine glass but not the point
i literally havenât been on a date in two years
let me figure this out
You slid your phone back into your bag and pulled out your laptop â your Lando problems would have to wait until you were at least somewhat caught up after missing two days so close to the start of the season.
Meanwhile, at a conference room table in MTC, Oscar was confused. Which, as of late, was a common occurrence when it came to you and Lando.
âMate,â Oscar addressed Lando, âif youâre not talking about Friday, what date did you ask Y/N about? She hasnât been on a date in forever.â
âWell then he must have canceled on her because she was supposed to have plans yesterday, itâs why she took days off.â
âI donât know the exact reason why she took days off but she told me on Friday that she was and didnât seem too happy about it. Said it was personal reasons.â
âGoing on a date is personal.â
âNot âtake two days off of workâ personal! Where are you even getting this information?â
Lando looked away sheepishly, afraid to admit to Oscar that he had eavesdropped on a private conversation between you and Zak. With Oscar looking at him expectantly, and a bit like a pissed-off Mum, he blurted it out.
âI heard her talking to Zak! Last week on Friday, when I was looking for her, she was in his office and the door was cracked. She had asked him for a couple days off and talked about how she recently started seeing someone and was seeing him again on Tuesday aka yesterday.â
Now Oscar was really confused. You had cried over Lando publicly on Friday, and he knew you fairly well, which meant there was no way you would be crying over Lando and going out with someone else four days later.
âI think you need to just talk to her because I promise you, she is not seeing someone. Also, what do you care? You ditched her for a date on Friday.â
Oscar had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched Landoâs face fall.
âLando, tell me you didnât.â
âI might have.â
âJesus, Lando, you heard 30 seconds of a conversation and decided to lie to her? Because what, your ego took a blow? Some caveman instinct?â
âNo, I donât know, honestly. It just slipped out! I had planned to ask her out for real and when I heard her say âIâm seeing someoneâ, I just didnât know how to be around her. I couldnât be around her that night.â
âYou need to go talk to her. Apologize. Preferably, immediately.â
Lando jumped up from his seat and sighed. âYouâre right. She might kill me, and she has every right to, but I have to talk to her and apologize to her. Wish me luck!â
Before Oscar could do what Lando had asked, Lando raced off towards your office, barely stopping himself from tripping over his own two feet.
Across MTC, you had just settled your mind and gotten into a groove of catching up on emails and making progress on deadlines. As soon as you thought to yourself that the day was going better than expected, your office door flung open and Lando Norris was standing stiff in your doorway.
âLan, I told you that Iâm busy. What is going on?â Annoyance was evident in your voice and Lando cringed knowing that this conversation was probably not going to be very pleasant.
âWhy did you take time off?â
Your body straightened in shock, of all the things he could have asked you after bombarding you in your office, you wouldnât have guessed he would pry into your personal life.
âThatâs none of your business, Lando. If you were worried about me, you could have reached out, but I havenât heard from you since you ditched me on Friday.â
Lando could see the hurt on your face, he could see it evident in your body language. He thought back to how you had looked upset immediately when he told you on Friday that he couldnât go with you â when he told himself it had nothing to do with you wanting to spend time with him.
âIâm sorry,â he breathed. âIâm sorry for that, it wasnât â I mean I didnât, I didnât want to not go. I just didnât know what to do.â
âOk, Iâm totally lost. You didnât know what to do about what, Lando?â
He steeled himself for your reaction â something he had learned by being your friend for the past year was that you held trust and truth in high regard. You didnât like being lied to, and you didnât like people trying to dig into your life or get information you werenât willing to share.
âI heard you in Zakâs office. I wasnât eavesdropping on purpose, I swear, I was looking for you because you were late meeting me. Oscar told me you might be with Zak so I went there and the door was open. And I heard you. So I lied and told you that I couldnât go to dinner, I donât know why I said I had a date. All I could focus on was how hurt I was, I just couldnât be around you and then I felt so stupid and terrible for lying so thatâs why I didnât text you at all.â
You were completely and utterly perplexed â you couldnât even react with anger at the thought of Lando listening to a private conversation and outright lying to you. What could he have overheard that he was so upset about?
âLando, Iâm still confused. What did you hear? How did I hurt you?â
âNo, no, you didnât hurt me. You have no idea how I feel about you â I was going to tell you that night.â Lando was word-vomiting at this point, he never wanted you to find out this way but he couldnât stop rambling. âI have had feelings for you for so long, and I finally decided that I was going to tell you even if I was convinced you donât feel the same. And now I know you donât because youâre seeing someone and â â
You interrupted him sternly, allowing the anger you were feeling to come forth and shoving down your confusion. âIâm not dating anyone? Is that why you asked Oscar about my âdateâ? Where did you get that idea?â
âYou told Zak that youâre seeing someone and that itâs new but things are going good. I heard you say you were seeing him again on Tuesday.â
Your eyes doubled in size â if you werenât so pissed off, you might have found humor in this, but you felt heat rising to your cheeks and your stomach churned at the thought of divulging your personal struggles.
âLando, Iâm seeing a therapist,â you hissed.
He froze for a moment, then scrambled to shut your door which was still ajar from him barging in.
âA therapist? Are you okay? Whatâs going on, why didnât you tell me that youâve been struggling?â
âNo, no, you donât get to do this right now. You donât get to make me less angry by being kind and caring.â
âIâm not doing it to make you less angry, Y/N, I genuinely â â
âI donât care, Lando! You eavesdropped on my private conversation, misunderstood the context of that conversation, and then you lied to me. You hurt me. And now, because you got your feelings hurt and did things you shouldnât have done, I have to share something I wasnât comfortable sharing with you just yet.â
Lando was speechless â you could see the remorse on his face, the tears threatening to spill from his eyes, but in that moment you wanted him to feel even worse than you were.
âAnd you want to know the worst part,â you cried. âI feel the same way about you. I cried to Oscar at dinner because I thought you were with someone else, that you would have rather been at dinner with a different girl.â
âY/N, Iâm so sorry. Can we please just go somewhere and talk? Really talk this out? I know I messed up, but this doesnât have to change things or how we feel about each other.â
You wanted to, god, did you want to â you knew Lando hadnât done any of this on purpose. You knew he didnât have malicious intent and you knew how hurt he probably felt at the idea of you being with someone â it was exactly the way you felt when you thought the same about him.
âI think you should go, Lanâ. Despite every part of you wanting to sit and talk, you knew that you needed some time to settle down.
âOk,â he whispered. âWhen youâre ready,â he paused, swallowing the lump in his throat, âif youâre ever ready, you know where to find me.â
His posture made you feel sick as he left your office â Lando was always confident, shoulders back and head held high, but as you watched him through the glass walls surrounding you, he was hunched over. Dejected. Youâd only ever seen him that way a few times â after he was torn apart by the media or after making a mistake during a race.
It hurt you to see him that way. But, he had also hurt you, and you needed time.
It had been two weeks since âthe incidentâ with Lando â thatâs what Oscar started calling it and it stuck. Fight felt too strong, disagreement felt too weak, so it became something nameless. Undefined. Indeterminate. Exactly like what existed now between you and Lando.
Oscar and Lando were set to leave for Sakhir in a week and you wouldnât see them again until you joined the team for the Australian GP. If you didnât work things out with Lando before they left for testing, it would be well over a month without a resolution.
The thought made your eyes burn with tears â you were still upset but more than that you missed Lando. You didnât even have to wonder if he felt the same because youâd seen him around MTC. He looked just as awful as you, if not worse, yet you couldnât bring yourself to start a conversation.
You began packing up your things to leave the office, grateful beyond belief that it was a Friday and youâd have two days without seeing Landoâs familiar curls everywhere you turned. At least at home, you would only see them behind closed eyes and wouldnât have to blink back tears.
A knock at your door startled you, but you assumed it was your team lead looking for your latest analytics report. At least there was one thing you could be happy about â the car data was phenomenal and all signs were pointing to an amazing season for McLaren.
You told whoever was knocking to come in, not looking up from your bag as you rifled through your files. âSo sorry, Tom, I meant to bring this to you earlier but I â â
A throat clearing cut you off, and you looked up to see Lando standing in your doorway with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and one of those cheesy âIâm sorryâ balloons in his left hand. You almost giggled, but then you looked at his face and your heart dropped. Dark circles under red-rimmed eyes - he looked awful.Â
âI know you said youâd reach out when youâre ready to talk, and I wanted to respect that and give you all the space you need. But, weâre both miserable. At least I think youâre miserable, I know I am. I miss you terribly. I miss my friend. And if thatâs all youâll ever be to me, I can respect that and I will cherish it because the past week has been the worst week of my life.â
âLando, I â â
âPlease, please let me get all of this out. Please let me apologize.â
You smiled slightly, nodding your head for him to continue.
âIâm sorry for invading your privacy. It wasnât on purpose but I should have left as soon as I heard you talking because I know how important trust is to you. I violated yours and Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry for lying to you. It doesnât matter if I was hurt, I couldâve just said I wasnât feeling well or asked you about what I overheard immediately. After apologizing for overhearing, of course. Iâm sorry that it took Oscar talking sense into me for me to come to you in the first place. Iâm sorry that I hurt you and Iâm sorry that I behaved like a child instead of talking to you about my feelings. My actions made you feel forced to tell me something personal that you werenât ready to share. Iâm so sorry, and I hope you know that Iâm here for you always.â
He let out a deep breath and you watched his shoulders relax slightly for the first time in two weeks. You knew he was sorry â youâd known how sorry he was immediately when he started explaining and apologizing the first time around, but you just werenât ready to hear it yet.
âThank you, Lan,â you whispered as you walked towards him and took his free hand in your own. âI know youâre sorry and I know that this was all a misunderstanding that just got out of hand.â
âI am also sorry for springing my feelings on you. I wanted to tell you properly, ask you out properly, but I couldnât explain myself without telling you. I ruined everything, it was woefully unromantic.â
âYeah, that was a bit shit, I didnât get my big grand gesture or anything.â
Landoâs eyes grew wide, a hopeful gleam in them. âI mean, would you â is that something you would still want? I donât want to pressure you and I donât want to assume that you still feel the same.â
âI do,â you said softly. âBut, I think we should work on really moving past this before we officially jump into anything more.â
âI completely agree. However, I do have a reservation for two in about forty minutes to make up for ditching you, if youâd like to join me? Otherwise, Iâll have to bring Oscar. He wonât stop talking about the cheese garlic bread.â
âNo, Lando, you donât understand. He ordered three baskets. I went home and typed an apology email to Zak for ruining his diet.â
You both erupted in giggles, leaning into each other for support and out of habit. It felt so good to laugh, the weight and stress of the past two weeks rolling off in waves as Landoâs shoulder bumped yours and you heard the unmistakable laughter that youâd come to love so much.
âMaybe we should bring him anyway,â you pondered. âHeâs been an exceptionally good friend to us both the past couple of weeks.â
âHe can come next time, Iâd like you to myself for the evening. If thatâs ok?â
âMore than ok, Lan. Iâve really missed you.â
He leaned in quickly, kissing your cheek gently and then nuzzling his nose against your neck, inhaling the scent of the perfume heâd gifted you for your last birthday. âNot as much as Iâve missed you,â he objected, his eyes glimmering slightly. Wet eyelashes fluttered against your neck as he stayed tucked into your side for a few more moments.
âWeâre going to be late,â you whispered, with a sincere lack of urgency.
âCan we go back to my hotel room instead? Watch a movie and order in? Jusâ wanna hold you.â
Your heart constricted â as much as you wanted to tease him and say he owed you a night out and your favorite meal, you wanted nothing more than to spend the night in Landoâs arms.
âOf course, Lan. I think I need that too.â
On the way to Landoâs car, you passed Oscar who gave you both a knowing smile and a short wave. If you asked him if he had been waiting for you guys to leave, he would deny it. He would deny being so invested in your reconciliation that he waited close to an hour after he could leave for the day to make sure you were both ok. He would also deny that he tracked both of you and when it dawned on him that you were skipping your dinner, he sped to that little Italian place and stole your reservation for an order (or two) of cheese garlic bread.
He couldnât resist sending a poorly taken picture to the group chat with the three of you and you burst out laughing when you opened it.
âLan, Oscar somehow stole our dinner res,â you giggled, turning your phone to show Lando an unmistakable basket of bread and a follow-up text with several heart emojis.
Lando held his phone up to snap a quick selfie of you two cuddled up in bed, him leaning in for the second time that evening to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. Almost immediately after it delivered, your phones lit up with another text from Oscar.
HOT DATE FR THIS TIME?
You and Lando looked at each other and smiled, the mutual understanding of where you stood with your feelings evident.
not quite yet, but soon :)
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choi yeonjun. | c.yj
PAIRING âž bsf!yeonjun x fem!reader
GENRES âž fluff, smut, a bit of angst
SYNOPSIS âž in which getting your male friend prettied up for a party goes weirdly left.
WARNINGS âž sub!jjun, femdom, grinding, protected, dacryphiliaÂ
NOTES âž parenthesis around an event refers to the past!! anyway its been like, a hundred years since ive gone ghost but i promised to come back with a fic and here i am!! its a silly best friends fic lol nothing more to it but i always enjoy any semblance of feedback, it'll motivate me greatly <3 enjoy this meal hehe.
tags: @soobhns (hope you enjoy it babes ^^)
"THE HELL'S YEONJUN DOING?"
You swirl your cup, tilting your head as you watch the new topic of your conversation touch up his hair a little too much, running a hand through his unruly strands as his legs barely work to have him stand up straight when a girl approaches him.
Mark looks concerned as he adds in, âAnd who the fuck got him in those bunny ears? Is it easter or something, geezâ
You snort, your drink sputtering out of your mouth, spraying some of it on Taehyun. âOh my god, Y/N, gross!â he groans loudly, jumping back as if heâs been hit by a water balloon.
âSorry,â you giggle, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, your eyes still glued to Yeonjun. Heâs fumbling awkwardly, trying to maintain a conversation with a girl whoâs very clearly interested if the finger trail down his bicep was anything to go by. The rooftop air is especially chilly today, and you wonder if Yeonjunâs goosebumps are any visible to her. He looks like a deer caught in headlights, completely out of his element.
âItâs probably some stupid hazing shit, he never backs down from those.â Hyejoon mutters, scrolling away on her phone.
âBut bunny ears? For hazing that seems weak as shit.â Mark responds, seemingly as interested on the train wreck thats about to ensue as you are. Then suddenly, he turns to you, eyes still trained on Yeonjun and the pretty girl. âDude youâre practically his twin sisterâwhyâs he acting like that?â
You cringe internally at that, smacking Markâs arm. âOw! The fuck?â he hisses, rubbing his arm. Twin sister? Oh god, you do not like that one bit.
Not at all. âShut up Mark.â He only grumbles as he backs away.
You would rather shower in spoiled milk than be referred to as Yeonjunâs sister in any capacityâand it has absolutely nothing to do with what happened a few hours ago.
...It does add on to the grossness of it all though.
â4 hours ago âŠ[5:21 PM]
The moment you step into his flat, you dash down the narrow hallway and into his room, launching yourself onto the bed with a triumphant yell. The plush mattress bounces slightly under your weight giving you a fleeting second of bliss before Yeonjun bursts in, diving towards you. "Not with your outside clothes!" he whines, trying to wrestle you off. "You're contaminating my sacred space!" he adds with mock seriousness, his efforts both frantic and hilarious.
You stick out your tongue childishly, and it serves the job to tick him off. âMan, youâre such a pain,â he groans.
âWhat should I do anyway? Change into PJâs I havenât brought along? Besides!â you retort, struggling to pull your makeup bag out from your tote while Yeonjunâs weight presses down on you. With a triumphant grin, you finally free it and wave it in front of his face. âWhere are we supposed to do this then?â
He snorts. âThe couch, duh.â
The mere thought of that dark green monstrosity, old and beat-up, sends a shiver down your spine. The last time you sat on it, its worn fabric had felt like sandpaper against your skin, and the patches of stuffing poking through made it seem like you were sitting on a nest of lumpy scars. You couldn't even sit through twenty minutes of the movie with Yeonjun before you had decided to move to the floor.
Your upper lip curls in distaste. âNo chance. You need to switch that thing out ASAP.â
Yeonjun shrugs nonchalantly, clearly not as repulsed as you are. âWhatâs wrong with it? I mean, yeah, itâs seen better days, but it has character.â
âCharacter? More like a biohazard waiting to happen,â you say, grimacing. âIâm not risking sitting on that thing again. Also, get off, you're killing me.â
Yeonjun lets out a long, resigned sigh, knowing that arguing any further would be a losing battle. "Fine," he mutters, shifting his weight off you. "But at least take your shoes off. You're genuinely a psychopath," he adds.
You relent, rolling off the bed and kicking off your shoes with exaggerated care, just to appease him. Yeonjun narrows his eyes, silently watching you with a playful glint in his gaze, his arms crossed over his chest. You can almost see the gears turning in his head as he observes your antics. "What?" you finally ask, catching him off guard.
He blinks, momentarily flustered, then quickly averts his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Just counting down how many more years I have to deal with this," he says, gesturing vaguely at your exaggerated movements.
"Yeah, yeah," you say, waving your hand dismissively. "You know you love me."
"Keep telling yourself that," he replies, but his tone is light, the grumble fading away. You click your tongue, making sure to stick out a solid finger behind his back when he stands up to head to the bathroom. Prick.
But you can't keep up the act much longer when you look down at your outfit. It's not overly complicated but you still havenât thanked him for helping you feel a lot more confident in it than you would've if he wasn't by your side ranting about silhouettes and all his other (not-so) stupid fashion advice.
With a sigh, you allow yourself to flop back onto his bed, your fingers sinking into the soft duvet. As you lay there, you take in the new decorations he's put up on his wall. He only recently moved here, and it's already looking a lot more like him than the last time you paid him a visit. The posters of his favorite bands, the quirky art pieces, and the sleek record player that sits atop a vintage-looking stand, surrounded by stacks of vinyl recordsâeverything screams Yeonjun. Even the smell your brain finally registers as his signature scent subtly creeps up your nostrils; sandalwood, fresh linen and hints of citrus. It calms your nervesâlike your body's trained to associate anything about Yeonjun with feeling safe.
You reach out for a familiar-looking photo strip on his desk, your finger stretching as far as it can until you manage to snatch it.
It's a sequence of three pictures of you and Yeonjun back in... high school? Freshman year considering you're sporting a terrible bowl cut that looks like it was done with a soup bowl and a pair of dull scissors. Yeonjun, on the other hand, smiles big with his braces, the metal gleaming under the photo booth's flash.
And just like that, you're suddenly reminded one thing; Yeonjun's always been there with you, for you.
("She's a total bitch anyway."
You gasp, hitting his arm. "What?!" he exclaims, affronted. "I'm starting to think you really enjoy abusing me."
"You just- you can't say that about women!" You try to sniff back the snot running down your nose, but it's futile.
He rolls his eyes. "She slept with Heeseung behind your back. Shesâ earned the title."
You shut your mouth and turn from him, not believing you're seriously trying to defend the ex-friend that had taken enough of a liking of your crush to sleep with him. It isn't the worst offense in the world but considering she's done it behind your back instead of telling you upfront...it leaves a bitter enough taste in your mouth to end the friendship altogether.
"I...really liked her, and I really liked him," you mutter, the admission feeling heavier than you'd expected. "Do you think I'm being childish? It's not like I was dating him or anything."
Yeonjun wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in as he taps his hand rhythmically against your arm.
The summer heat lingers in the air, the warmth from the sun-baked concrete seeping through your clothes. You can feel the rough texture of the sidewalk under your palms, gritty and familiar. "Nope. Feelings are valid."
A silence overtakes you both as you watch the fifth car drive by you. Distant chirping of crickets mingle with the occasional rustle of leaves in the slight breeze. The neighborhood is alive with the soft, ambient sounds of summer nights: a dog barking in the distance, the faint laughter of kids playing a few houses down, the low murmur of a television through an open window.
Suddenly, he tightens his arm around you, providing a comforting squeeze. You lean into him, finding comfort in his presence.
"You know I'd never do that to you, right?" he says softly, breaking the silence.
You look up at him, narrowing your eyes playfully, "Sleep with my male crush? I've always questioned, I don't know."
He gives you a betrayed look and you burst out laughing.)
It's weird how often you reminisce about the past...especially these past few months; sappy and overly sentimental shit that you try not to dwell on every time you hang out. Is this how old people feel?
There's always a time and place, it's just not when he farts into a pillow and practically Dutch ovens you with it. Now, that memory you'd rather attempt to forget as you close your eyes, throwing the photo strip back on his desk exhaustingly.
You don't notice that he's out until you feel water dripping onto your skin. Your eyes shoot open in horror, seeing his face inches from yours, freshly washed and hair slightly damp. He's leaning over you with a look of resignation mixed with amusement, a towel slung over his shoulder. "Enjoy your nap?" he asks, a mischievous grin spreading across his face before he shakes his head vigorously, sending a shower of water droplets from his hair onto your face.
You yelp and scramble up, swatting at the water droplets. "Yeonjun, seriously?" you sputter, wiping your face. "You're such a child!"
"That's ironic because you're even more of a child!" he rebuts with a pout, mimicking a petulant toddler. Talk about ironic. You narrow your eyes at him before exhaling sharply out of your nose, sitting up to make room for him on the bed.
He plops down beside you and it takes you a second to take your eyes off his faceâfreshly scrubbed and still slightly dampâbefore remembering why you're here in the first place. Makeup.
Right, makeup.
â3 hours and 12 minutes ago âŠ[6:09 PM]
It was over seven months ago when you and Choi Yeonjun, slightly drunk off soju and beer, were giggling uncontrollably over the dumbest jokes in the dead of night with Beomgyu, his (now ex-) roommate, passed out on the floor. Turns out, shaky hands proved to be absolute dog shit when it came to drawing a straight line. You had silently panicked as you attempted to clean up the eyeliner that you've horrendously drawn on. You had really, really wanted him to like it.
Originally, it started off as a way to tease him, begging to apply eyeliner and some eyeshadow on his lids because you think heâd look gorgeous with them, to which his lips quirked up to, whining about how no man wants to be called âgorgeousâ and oh how emasculating it was. Plus, Yeonjun had an inkling your intentions were far less innocent than you let on.
When he finally surrendered around... the sixth time you bring the whole thing up, you admit that your idea of making him look like a clown and getting a good laugh out of his reaction moves itself out of your thoughts the moment he ushers you to scoot next to him and work your magic... whatever that meant.
But hey, it all worked itself out. Oddly enough, from that day on, you think putting makeup on Yeonjun quickly became one of your favorite pastimes beating your recent liking to duck herding (yes, it's a real thing you've spent way too much of your time investing in).
You like to think he enjoys it to some extent too, given the number of times he's let you practice on him, even if he would never admit it outright. But regardless of how relaxing you think it might be for him, he seems to go out of his way to make it as tedious as possible for you.
Every time you start working on his makeup, he fidgets and squirms like a restless child. He'll make funny faces just as you're about to apply eyeliner, or he'll suddenly sneeze, causing a puff of powder to explode into the air. Thankfully it doesn't last long, he either tires himself out or feels too bad to continue torturing your patience. Either way, you appreciate doing this for him a lot more when he's half asleep and relatively still.
Like now for example.
You're like, 99% sure he's dozed off. Considering he's spent the week cooped up in his apartment studying his ass off for two exams, it's not very surprising the all-nighters are catching up to him. Which is exactly why you're wondering the reason hes' chosen to go out to this party anyway.
His breathing is slow and steady, and his head lolls slightly to the side.
Just as you start to apply a touch of blush, his voice breaks the silence. "Don't make it look too obvious."
Youâre caught off guard that he's in fact not asleep. "I won't."
"And no crazy blue tint."
You groan, pulling away from his face. Not this again. "C'mon, I only did that once and you've been holding it over my head for three months dude."
He cracks open one eye, peering at you with a mix of exhaustion and amusement. "You made me look like a smurf."
"It was artistic!" you splutter, not believing you're back to arguing about this again. "And you looked good!"
Suddenly, his mouth closes and he cocks his brow. Then his lips twitch into a suppressed smile.
He closes his eyes fully, trying to hide his amusement. "There's absolutely no way you just let that get into your head." you whisper, truly astonished at who you've chosen to be acquainted with for more than half of your life.
"Blah, blah, blah," he mutters, waving a hand dismissively before settling back into the pillow, a small smile playing on his lips. "I know I'm handsome, thank you for the reminder."
You open your mouth to retort, then close itâŠopen it againâŠand close it once more, dumbfounded. Yeonjun's insufferable when it comes to anything that has to do with his face. His ego is practically impossible to pop.
But if you had to be completely honest with yourself, you don't blame him. You especially don't now as you try to ignore the fact that he's staring you down while you apply tint to his infuriatingly perfect shaped lips. You would never admit that one out loud.
Or the fact that you've thought about kissing Yeonjun a dozen times in the past. You seem to have some weird fixation on them. You would even go as far as to replace thought with imagine. Hell, youâve been friends for ten years, it wouldâve been odd if you hadnât at least once...right?
It's normal.
("You're weird."
You snap your head around to him, frankly offended, "What?" Is there even a chance of enjoying a party with this nuisance by your side?
"Don't act dumb, you've been staring at my lips the entire night." Yeonjun tilts his head, puckering his lips, "Trying to kiss?"
You're horrified as you blink rapidly, your cheeks burning red, completely caught off guard. "N-no? How drunk are you?"
"That was a no with a question mark. We can try it out if you want." He shrugged, leaning in closer to you, of course with his lips annoyingly puckered and his eyes closed.
You're standing in the cramped kitchen of a typical frat house, the air thick with the smell of spilled beer and cheap cologne. The counters are cluttered with half-empty bottles, red solo cups, and discarded food wrappers.
Without thinking, you had grabbed the nearest drink and thrown it at him. The cold liquid had splashed across his chest, soaking his second favorite shirt. You know it's his second favorite because he's managed to pester you about it two years after this incident.)
You donât necessarily like Yeonjun; hell no, you just absolutely appreciatively despise how well he's grown. Heâs always looked cuteâyou distinctly remember the countless girls who handed you notes for him in elementary school or some who've befriended you in high school to try and get his number. You just never reckoned youâd be one of the girls checking him out.
As you finish applying the clear gloss to his lips, you canât help but let your gaze linger. His eyes are closed and his lashes casting delicate shadows on his cheeks, and those lipsâ god damn it are they stupidly inviting.
You gulp down the irrational thoughts bubbling up, trying to focus on anything but the quickening of the beating in your chest. Youâve always been the one in control, the one who didnât fall for his charms like everyone else. Is this a side effect of being under a dry spell for longer than a month? Being stuck in the unfavorable position of lusting over your long time best friend?
That must be it because when he flutters his eyes open, the world seems to pause. Just for a second, all that fills your thoughts is just how absolutely gorgeous he looks. It hurts.
âDone,â you whisper, your voice barely steady. "Went with the au naturelle look, per request."
âThanks,â he replies softly, his smile warm and genuine. But then you're sitting there longer than you intend to and the silence stretches out longer than appropriate, and he snorts lightly. "What?"
You blink out of your daze, shaking your head, laughing airily. âNothing." You clear your throat, awkward. "You just look... pretty.â
But then his reaction to that pulls you right back in your trance. For the first time, a cheeky reply doesnât leave his lips. Instead, heâs silent and he looksâŠshy. That's new.
âGorgeous,â you correct yourself, nodding. âYou look pretty gorgeous.â Can you say that? You don't have a clue.
âArenât you just complimenting your makeup skills?â He teases, though it doesnât nearly have the same effect as it usually does when his eyes are so doe-like, giving him a weirdly innocent look.Â
You would never describe Yeonjun as a puppy, but if you had to before this, he'd be more like an annoying chihuahua. Right now, he's anything but. He looks innocent. Innocent and beautiful, like a hybrid mix of an angelic, golden retriever. "Besides, maybe not the ideal impression I want to make tonight. Does that whole pretty boy thing work with women? We're probably not that advanced into the world yet. Hey! You're a woman so you should know; do you think it's going to be a little threatening orâ"
His rambling fades out by like, the first wordâ you think you might as well just be under a spell. Because once again, you find your gaze's zeroing in on his plump, pink lips.
Fuck... should you just go for it?
Your heart races, pounding in your ears, and every rational thought slowly slips away to go knows where, leaving behind only the burning desire to close the distance between you.
Just as you lean in, a phone dings, shattering the moment. Yeonjunâs eyes flicker towards the sound, subtly breaking the spell.
He pulls out his phone, glancing at the screen with a slight frown. âTaehyun said in the group chat that heâd pick us up.â He whispers. âMeaning I donât have to drive or anything, yay.â
You smile in response, or try to as you try to gather your scattered thoughts.
âWhenâs he coming?â
âUh, hold on. Let me ask.â You should move away, just a little furtherâyou really, really should. Take your chance now and go to the bathroom to calm yourself down. It's the combination of Yeonjun being unfairly attractive, the fact that you haven't had sex in ages, and the proximity. If you eliminate one of those factors, you won't make the huge mistake you're so, so close to making.
ButâŠyou donât want to. You don't want to ignore the burning desire of jumping his bones right this moment...for lack of better words.
âHe hasn't even showered yet, Jesus christ.â Yeonjun snickers, looking down at his phone then back up at you. His squeaky laugh dies down pretty quickly when he notices you aren't sharing the humor, silently putting his phone face down on the bedside table. âWhat?â he says again. The shy expressionâs back, his eyebrows tilt up and he looks like a damn kicked puppyâŠexactly your type.
Your eyes twitch and narrow with hesitation as you bite the inside of your cheeks; this feels wrong. You could stop it from going any further, keep your juvenile attraction from altering anything between you and Yeonjun. But when his tongue flicks out to wet his pink lips, you curse the gods for making the forbidden apple irresistibly tempting.
"Your teeth are pretty."
He furrows his brows, clearly taken aback. "That's an odd thing toâ"
"I like it when you smile," you blurt out, your voice barely above a whisper.
"...Th...ank you?" He stammers, confusion mixed with curiosity in his eyes.
You take a deep breath, then out. "Yeonjun. Can I fuck you?"
He blinks. Itâs silent as his eyes dart around like this is some elaborate prank, expecting a group of people to pop out with a camera in his face. You can see the visible gulp in his throat, his fingers hesitantly toying with the hem of your shorts, showing that he absolutely knew jack shit what to do with his hands. âCan you what?â He laughs nervously.
You've always imagined how it'd be like to kiss Choi Yeonjun.
And now that youâre experiencing it, all thoughts about this being a silly little thing youâve entertained ever so rarely, hits the fan.
He feels against you like everything you imagined and more; the pillowy softness of his plump lips that feels so comfortable as they open slightly more each time it could lull you to sleep. His breathing that comes out in short gasps the harder you press yourself against him, having you dig your nails further into his face. His pitched whines drowned out by your feverish lips as you kiss him over and over again, feeling yourself get hooked by the minute.
You should stop. You should.
Thatâs what you plan to do when you finally pull away from the kiss, wipe your lips of any remnants of him, get off the bed and sprint the hell out of his house, then preferably find a way to blame it on female hormones or whatever. College guys never question that, do they?
But for the second time tonight, your mind draws blank and your eyes are stuck to his face, the slight smudge of the tint you applied and his heavy lidded eyes, his rising chest, the print of your nails showing up red on his cheeksâŠGod, youâve got absolutely no self control. âUm, do... that?â You breathe out.
You haven't entertained the idea that he might reject your advances, until now that is. And then what you've just done would probably be counted as assault. And it'd be too awkward to speak ever again and oh god, what the fuck have you doneâ
Your reverie's broken when Yeonjun suddenly leans in, capturing your lips in another kiss. His hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer before he finally moves you to straddle his lap, the initial hesitation gone. The intensity of his response takes you by surprise, but you quickly melt into it, your body responding to him with an urgency that matches his own. The makeup kit gets knocked off the bed in your fervor, and neither of you care.
âYeonjun. Weâwe wonât do this again right?â You ask, breathless, as you start to roll your hips slightly into him in an attempt of reliving that incessant need at your core.
âYeahâŠyeah.â he sighs out, seemingly a goner when you increase even just a bit of friction.
âThis is like, totally a one time thing that weâd just randomly bring up in a game of truth or dare as a fun anecdote andâand weâd be like those cool best friends with a cool little platonic relationship thatâve hooked up once. Totally normal.â you ramble, your resolve breaking as you grind against his rapidly growing boner. âRight?â
âMm, totally.â he whines, his eyes heavy with lust. He looks completely consumed by the sensation heâs feeling and it fuels your desire for him tenfold. You kiss him again, your noses bumping against each other as you take his pretty lips in yours over and over again. You pull away slightly enough to catch your breath, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips, glistening in the dim light. Your faces are only inches apart, so close you can hear the gulp he takes, his breath warm and ragged against your skin.
"Whatever you say." he murmurs, his voice husky.
Oh. Oh.
This is totally unfair.
You brush your thumb gently across his bottom lip, savoring the way he shivers under your touch. "Whatever I say, huh?â
He nods slightly, âYeah.â
You bite your lip before deciding to trail kisses down his jawline, your breath hot against his skin. You can feel his pulse quickening beneath your touch, the small gasp escaping his lips as you press a lingering kiss just below his ear is something you can only describe as maddening to your state. âYouâre sensitive,â you note lightly before continuing your journey down his neck.Â
You gulp when he decides on finally gripping your ass, taking a bit of control on your pace. He rolls his head back slightly, chuckling, âFuck, gonna make me nut in my pants if you keep goinâ like that.â
You need to hear more of the whining, more of his cute noises and more of his pathetic display. You want to hear him beg.
âHands off.â
Clarity washes over his eyes a little more as he falters, his hands lessening its grip, blinking perplexed. The innocent looks back almost immediately and it drives you insane. âKeep them above your head, you donât get to touch me unless I tell you to.â
You donât wait for a reply before immediately sinking down to nip at his neck again, soothing the spot with your tongue, and he gasps. Yeonjun whines like earlier and itâs so âŠprimal. Actually you donât even think he wouldâve protested in the first place because he seems entirely fine like this, completely at your disposal as his moans start to pick up intensity way quicker than you anticipated.Â
"Holy shit," he breathes, his voice barely a whisper. "Youâre driving me crazy."
You smile against his skin, leaving one last kiss before pulling back to meet his eyes, which he visibly pouts at. You cup his cheeks. "I know. But donât get too excited just yet.â
He lightly scoffs, âWay to stroke your ego.â
âLearned from the best.â you retort, your hands moving quickly to unbuckle his jeans.
His breath hitches as he watches you. âAre we really going... all the way?â
You pause, raising a brow, searching his eyes for any hesitation. â...Do you not want to?â
âCondoms in second drawer.â
â2 hours and 1 minute ago âŠ[7:20 PM]
âP-please...please. Please. Move. Just a little." he hiccups the last plea, his tear stained face buried in your neck. "You're s-so fucking cruel," he says, his voice muffled.
"Sorry, I kinda like it when you're crying."
His breath shudders against your skin; you can feel his desperation, his need, and it sends a thrilling rush through you. You gently pull back, just enough to see his face, his eyes wet with unshed tears, his lips parted in a silent plea.
Slowly, deliberately, you let your hands trace the lines of his body, feeling the tension and desire coiled tightly beneath his skin. You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, savoring the soft gasp that escapes him. "My jjunie's such a good boy," you drawl.
He trembles under your touch, his hands gripping you tighter, silently begging for more. You move your hips up slightly, just enough to elicit a strangled moan from him, the sound raw and needy.
"Do you like it when I make you cry?" you murmur against his ear, your voice a sultry whisper.
He nods frantically, unable to form words, his breath hot and ragged. The sight of him so vulnerable, so utterly at your mercy, ignites a fierce desire within you. You bite your lip, relishing the power you hold over him, the way his body responds to your every touch, every whisper.
"Are you usually like this?" you suddenly muster to ask, finding too much enjoyment playing with this poor boy.
He only whines as a response and you laugh, increasing your pace on his cock as you go up and down. "Y'know...so pliable."
Yeonjun bites back a sob of pain, feeling like he's going to die from the power heâs exerting to hold back. He grips onto the sheets, his fingers turning white from the strain. "Aw, look at you, poor baby. Am I going too slow?"
He nods again, more vigorously this time, drool seeping out the edge of his lips as his mouth hangs open, thinking you're going to spare him just a bit.
If you're going to do this once with him, you'd rather do anything but.
His face falls when you suddenly stop, his eyes blown wide, hair a disheveled mess; he looks absolutely debauched. This time more closely resembling a fallen angel. "Fuck me on your own if I'm so bad at this."
"I didn't- you're not bad at-" even when he tries to respond, he doesn't hesitate to try and switch positions, but you immediately put a stop to it, pressing him back down firmly. "No. I'll still be on top."
He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, eyes wide. "Then... how?"
You shrug, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. "Figure it out."
You gasp when he starts massaging your breasts, not expecting the sudden touch. "You're the worst," he moans against your tit once he engulfs your nipple in his mouth, suckling rather roughly while simultaneously raising his hips off the bed, struggling to slam his cock in a fitting pace.
His bangs fall over his eyes, and his lips are swollenly red from how hard he's bitten them. You would label his determination adorable if it wasn't for the fact that you currently had him stretching your pussy out.
"Yeahâ but probably the best fuck you've had in a while." you manage to grit out.
"You humor yourself."
You can't take him too seriously when his words are so slurred and barely coherent with how eager he is to bury himself between your tits and lather them with his spit.
"You're such a dog," you purr, "C'mon, don't give up on me doggy. I can tell you're just desperate to let it all out."
He groans, sucking harder as he starts up again, frantically fucking up into you. You can tell hes already a goner when his eyes start to roll to the back of his head, the moans of your name short and incessant.
"Don't get dumb on me already."
He whispers sorry's over and over again, nodding his head.
"Fuck--f-fuck, why're you doing this to me?â his breath hitches, whining like a baby. What you're completely unaware of as you get lost in your pleasureâ the last thing Choi Yeonjun wants is to get out of this looking like a desperate bitch. Especially to you.
But he simply can't help it.
Hes' never been under these circumstance. Hes never sounded like this for any girl, hes never let himself get this vulnerable. And for it to be during sex? It's the closest thing to a nightmare.
But he can't dwell on those thoughts when you lean over to his ear, showering him with praises on how pretty he looks and oh how well he's doing. That he's just getting you so fucking close.
When you pull away again, the only thing that's on his mind is just how...pretty you look.
âB-bet you tell other guys that all the time,â his smirk twitches at that, getting himself worked up.
You tilt your head. âCalling them pretty?â you implore, rolling his nipples between your fingers just to elicit that perfect reaction from him; he gives you just as much, half gasping half moaning against his better will, âA few, yeahâ you tease.
That doesn't seem to be the right thing to say because his face immediately falls and your intention of having light banter goes to the back burner as you slightly panic, feeling bad and kissing him in attempt of making it up to him non verbally. But that doesn't do the job because the moment you pull away, he's still frowning.
You sigh, rubbing your thumb on his cheek affectionately, "But you're the one I'm most honest about."
He doesn't hesitate to lean into the familiar touch, and you can't help but coo at how cute he's acting. "You mean that?"
You press your forehead to his, your breath mingling with his, and nod. "Mhm, the prettiest."
That does it.
Slowly, he starts to thrust upward, trying to match the rhythm he had previously set. You can feel his desperation, his need to please you, and it sends a thrill through your body.
"That's it," you purr, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Show me how badly you want it baby."
He groans, the new angle allowing him to hit deeper inside you with each thrust. His hands find their way to your hips, guiding you to move with him. You can feel the tension in his body, every muscle working to bring you both closer to the edge. You purposefully clench around his swollen cock and he buries his head against you again. You let him as you thread through his hair.
"You feel so good, you smell so good, youâ" he breathes, his voice trembling with the effort. "Please, let meâfuck, cum pleaseâc-can't hold it any longer."
You press your lips to his neck, sucking lightly as you murmur, "Not yet, baby. I want to feel you beg for it."
His thrusts become more frantic under you, the sound of skin slapping against skin being proof, his breath coming out hot and ragged against your skin. "Please," he begs sweetly, his voice a desperate whisper. "I need it so bad. Please, let me cum. I'll do anything."
Your own desire reaches a fever pitch as you watch him unravel beneath you. "Anything?" you tease.
"Anything," he repeats, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with a mixture of desperation and adoration.
With a wicked smile, you finally relent, moving your hips in sync with his thrusts, the friction building to an unbearable intensity. "Cum for me," you command, your voice low and sultry. "Now."
His body tenses, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he finally lets go, the release hitting him with shuddering force. The sight of him coming undone beneath you pushes you over the edge, your own climax ripping through you, leaving you both breathless and trembling.
"Holy shit."
You chuckle, collapsing to his side, both of you now staring at the ceiling. But slowly, the realization starts to set in.
You just...had sex with Choi Yeonjun. Whatever bliss you were stuck in, dissipates as nut clarity takes over. You just fucked your best friend. And even worse, you dirty talked. Suddenly, you feel shame and embarrassment course through your bloodstream, making your cheeks burn and your stomach twist.
"D-did you... like, cum?"
You avoid eye contact, preferring the staring contest you're having with his stupid ceiling as you wrap your naked body with his sheets. "Yep."
An awkward silence hangs between you, the air thick with unspoken emotions. You can feel his eyes on you, searching for something, but you keep your gaze fixed on the ceiling, counting the imperfections in the paint.
"Splendid," he finally says, the word hanging in the air.
Splendid...splendid?
You burst out in a fit of giggles, unable to hold it back. The look of disbelief on your face is mirrored by the amusement in his eyes. "Splendid? Really?" you manage to say between giggles, your body shaking with laughter.
He blushes, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "What? I use big words when I'm nervous."
"Splendid's a big word to you?"
"Okay, low blow."
"Man, just pass me my clothes," you laugh, shifting to sit up on the bed. The blanket is draped over your chest, and you look at him expectantly as he fetches the ones that got on the floor.
He watches you, a slight smile playing on his lips, but confusion clouds your eyes. What's he expecting? "Turn around."
He looks even more puzzled as he says, "But we just had sex. Like penis in vagina sex. I saw it all."
"Yeah, and never again, Yeonjun," you retort, still giggling as you reach out for your clothes. "Just turn around."
He rolls his eyes but obliges. "Fine, fine. Iâm turning around."
You quickly gather your clothes, slipping into them while keeping an eye on his back. "Damn, so that really was just a one-time thing."
"Mhm," you hum, then get off his bed fully dressed to go to his bathroom and at least make your hair look presentable. As you run a brush through your hair, you glance at your reflection, shaking your head at the state you're currently in.
Meanwhile, Yeonjun is still in bed, naked and absolutely spent, watching you as you step out of the bathroom, heading to his closet to fetch him some pants since ...there's a big wet spot on the ones he was going to wear to the party. As you rummage through the closet, something catches your eye, and you pull out a pair of familiar bunny ears.
Your bunny ears from high school.
You come out of the closet, holding the ears up with a look of surprise. "You still have this?"
Yeonjun glances over, his eyes widening in recognition before he breaks into a sheepish grin. "Oh, those. Yeah, I found them a while back and couldn't bring myself to throw them away."
You break into a grin, walking over to the bed, playfully placing the bunny ears on his head. "You look ridiculous," you laugh, pulling out your phone to take pictures of him.
He groans but doesnât stop you, knowing it's futile. "Great, now you're going to have blackmail material for life."
You snap a few photos, giggling at how silly he looks. "Oh, absolutely. These are going to come in handy."
He chuckles, shaking his head slightly as the ears flop around. "Just promise you won't show them to anyone. My reputation can't handle it."
You laugh, tucking your phone back into your pocket. "Don't worry, these are just for me."
See?
You and Yeonjun are just fine. Was it a little awkward the first few seconds? Sure. But there's absolutely nothing in the world that can get in the between of you two.
âpresent âŠ[9:24 PM]
Noticing how much more comfortable he seems now, everything else fades into background noiseâ heâs almost right back to his usual self. Something about that bothers you as you take a big gulp of your drink, feeling the burn as it slides down your throat. Suddenly, you stand up, blinking away the dizziness. âI need to sober up. Hyejoon, come with me to the bathroom.â
âHuh? Oh, okay.â
Itâs a hassle to find the bathroom, but when you do, you quickly lock the door behind you and your friend. You rush to the mirror, staring at your reflection before turning on the water to wash your face.
Whatâs wrong with you? Is there something wrong with you? It must be the alcohol.
âYou feeling alright?â she whispers, her brows furrowing in concern.
You splash your face with freezing water over and over again, trying to snap out of it. The one question that plagues your thoughts over and over again feels dooming; did you make a mistake?
âHey,â she pulls you back to face her. âAre you okay?â
You stare at her in silence for a bit until you end up cracking a firm smile, âYeah, just needed to get my head out of the gutter.â
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friction | reader (f) x crush!nanami pt.9
pairing: reader (f) x crush!nanami
synopsis: [AU] you have always had a crush on nanami. since the day you were hired as his personal assistant, you've been right at his side combating numbers and making money within the finance department for the company you two worked for. but, things take a turn when nanami catches wind of your feelings, and rejects you. little did he know the weight of his mistake.
warnings: angst, heartbreak, sexual tension, jealousy (future smut)
a/n: prepare urself. next chapter may or may not be crazy. once again (the usual) spam of thank yous. all of your kind words both in replies and reblogs makes my heart sing. to those who said they want to be part of the taglist-- i reopened it! i might have missed those who recently asked to be on it so pls reply to this chapter so i can get you :( so sorry for my lack of meticulousness.
all parts: pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6, pt.7, pt.8,
December | Tokyo, Japan | Saturday
You had to call out the following Thursday and Friday.Â
The cold you manifested was wreaking havoc on your body, the constant shivering now straining your muscles and bones. You couldnât even find comfort in your bed, as youâd sneeze and cough, or dash to the bathroom during the waves of nausea. You were grateful to not have gotten frostbite, but damn this cold bites!Â
It was nice to have some space away from work, and Nanami. You deduced that this cold was inevitable, as the stress that loomed over since your confession (and second rejection). But this wasnât fun either, as you could barely make yourself a cup of coffee while also having to answer Haibara every few minutes, who wanted to make sure you were doing well. It was bittersweet to say the least.Â
As you cuddle your heating pad meant for your tummy, you begin to scroll carelessly on your phone. Although it was your day off, and you were sick, you often liked to check your work emails. You like to be extra prepared for Monday, as those were the days when you have bigger workloads to tackle. As you scrolled, you stumbled upon an email directly from Takada shacho. Before you could open it however, there was a gentle knocking at your door.Â
âComingâŠâ you say weakly, quickly finding a mask on your bedside table. Comforting the straps around your ears, you make a slow walk towards your door. You get on your tiptoes to look through the peephole, only to back away in shock and slight embarrassment. âN-Nanami kacho? What are you⊠doing here?â You proceed to cough.Â
âI came to check on you,â Nanami hums from behind the door. âI know youâve been sick due to my shortcomings. I wanted to see how you were faring.âÂ
âA-ah, I see,â you stammer nervously. You were hoping not to see him until Monday, but luck still remains anywhere but your side. âYou could have just called me as wellâŠâÂ
âI felt⊠that it would be best to come in person,â Nanami begins shyly. The sound of plastic shuffling joins. âI, um, also brought some things to treat you. If itâs okay with you, may I please come in?âÂ
You go a bit pale, âum⊠I donât really want to get you sick. I donât think itâs a good idea for you to come in andââÂ
âI donât care. Iâd like to see you, and make sure you are well.â Nanami interrupts you with a stern tone. His words sounded non-negotiable, and you didnât want to [fuck around and] find out if you refused his entry. Reluctantly, you unlocked your door and slowly opened it, revealing the tall man before you.Â
His hair was once again messy, lazily pulled back with his fingers. He was covered in snow, of course, but had gloves on to protect himself from potential frostbite. You look down at his two large bags he got from 7-Eleven. You move out of his way and let him place the bags down. He closes the door behind him, and begins to untie his scarf from around his neck. As he did, you offered your hands out to take it from him.Â
âLet me,â you offer in a hoarse voice.Â
Nanami looks down at you, âyouâre sick. Thank you, but I can hang it myself. Please feel free to go back to bed.âÂ
âA-ah, but youâre my guest,â you insisted through weak coughs. âMy mom would reprimand me if she saw the way I was hosting you right now. I havenât even boiled teaâŠâÂ
Nanami, now just in a sweatshirt and his joggers, quickly puts on his slippers and offers his hand to you. You look up at him confused. âCome and sit down,â he coos, taking your hand and guiding you towards your living room. He gently allows you to take a seat on the couch, which is quite the relief considering you were exasperating just from answering the door.Â
Through small coughs, you watch as Nanami brings his bags to the kitchen, and begins to unpack them. He silently takes out a few vegetables and cartons of broth. A pool of pill bottles also leave the bag, along with other cold suppressants. âCan I,â you start hesitantly, your index fingers looping around one another, âcan I offer you a cup of coffee?âÂ
âNo,â Nanami shot you down quickly, âIâd rather you rest than concern yourself with me. Though, the offer in your condition is very touching.âÂ
Your cold now felt like a fever, as your cheeks went completely hot. You looked crazy, your hair and makeup undone. Your pajamas were ornate with little ducks, and you donât even have tea prepared. And here was this effortless, handsome man in your house, with a pot in his hands and his eyes navigating your tiny kitchen. It was an honor to see him outside of his work clothes, as it still made your heart run.Â
âAre there any vegetables you donât like?â Nanami asks gently.Â
You sit up promptly, staring distantly towards the pot that was now full of water and preparing to boil. âIâm not a big fan of daikon in my soup,â you reply awkwardly. âA bit too strong for me.âÂ
Nanami looks over at you and gives you a small smile, âI would have never expected that you didnât like daikon, Y/N.âÂ
âIn soup, Iâm not a fan,â you quickly mend the confusion, âsoups are meant to be calming, not crazy.âÂ
âDaikon makes soup crazy?â Nanami continues, amused by your detest.Â
âItâs a bit much,â You exclaim weakly. âJust me personally, I canât deal with all that sass.âÂ
âSass?â Nanami finally lets out a chuckle, âwhat a way to describe a vegetable you donât like.â As he cleans the vegetables he provided, he couldnât help but continue to smile. âSo this is what youâre like outside of work,â he whispers to himself. But your ears catch his words quickly.Â
You feel your cheeks burn from shyness. But as you stared at the back of Nanamiâs head, you remembered all the tears youâve shed these last 2 weeks. Your heart still hurts, even while sharing a warm conversation like this. He was still the man who you confessed to, and broke your heart twice. You look distant towards your window, seeing the snow slowly fall over the city.Â
âYou donât have to cook for me, Nanami kacho,â you say quietly, âyou have done enough, so thank you. I can do the rest from here.âÂ
Nanami purposely ignores you as he begins to chop a carrot. âWhat do I have to do in order to stop you from calling me kacho?â Your neck snaps back to look at him, noticing Nanamiâs seriousness from his side profile.Â
You drop your hands to grip the end of the couch, squeezing it to calm you down. âYouâve made it very clear what kind of relationship we have. Itâs inappropriate otherwise, so from your perspective, I should proceed with calling you kacho.â
âY/N, please.âÂ
âPlease what?â A bit of attitude left the tip of your tongue. You jump in fear. Just because you were hurt doesnât change the fact that Nanami is still your boss. The man that signs off your hours. âAh, Iâm sorry. I donât mean to use that kind of tone. I just⊠think itâs best that we revert back to honorifics.âÂ
âI disagree,â Nanami hums from the kitchen. He begins to look through your spice pantry (which you were surprised he knew where to find it) and pulls out your pepper. âHow spicy would you like your soup?âÂ
âYou told me that you are my boss, and I am your assistant,â you repeated his words from the night before. âYou want comradery but donât see me as anything beyond your colleague.â You tighten your grip on your couch. âAnd...not so spicy, for the soup.âÂ
You were sick. Having to bring this conversation up once more was making you even sicker.Â
âY/N, I misspoke,â Nanami says firmly, closing the pot with a lid to allow the soup to simmer. He grabs a glass from your cupboard and goes over to pour water from the pitcher. Pouring the water generously, he makes his way over to you with a few of the pills he purchased. âHere, I have a few supplements you can take now. The painkillers will be for after you eat.âÂ
âI know how to take care of myself,â you murmur. Nanami takes a seat next to you, pouring the pills into one hand while carefully handing you the water in the other. Lowering your mask, you swallow the pills like morsels, and follow it with sips of water. âFeel free to go after this. Thank you for setting up the soup, I can take it from here.â
Nanami eyes your face, making you blush even more. You were thankful that you were sick, as the hue on your cheeks can be explained by your current health. Putting the cup down, you quickly busy yourself once more by taking the decorative blanket on the couch and covering yourself with it. As you did, a finger appears before your face. You halt, watching as Nanami begins to drag some sort of salve on your lips. His middle finger gently drags the petroleum-like substance against your bottom lip, before swiping the rest against your top lip.Â
You could explode right then and there. Your nausea wave was a bit more intense, but more so from the intensity of Nanamiâs gaze, and his touch against your chapped lips. Your heart was beating hard, and you couldnât move. Like yesterday, you were frozen. His touch, despite his muscular stature, was gentle, soft. It felt like butter.Â
âS-sorry,â Nanami immediately pulled his hand away. He quickly looks away from you, hints of pink at the edge of his cheekbones. âI overstepped. Iâm very, very sorry Y/N.âÂ
âItâs fine,â you quickly spew, âjust⊠wash your hands before you touch anything else or yourself. I would hate for you to get sick because of me.âÂ
âA-ah, right,â he concurs, quickly jogging to the kitchen to wash his hands. Drying his hands with a towel, he once again joins you on the couch. âI will admit, I didnât just come here to care for you. I wanted us to⊠discuss more about our conversation the other night.âÂ
Here he goes. Opening a wound that is long but healed. âWhat else is there to talk about?â You say, coughing a bit to clear your throat. You felt light headed from how congested you are, especially since talking so much. And now, Nanami was forcing you to engage in a conversation that led to your feelings being hurt more. âWe both expressed our feelings to one another, and came to the conclusion that our relationship should strictly stay as a coworker dynamic.âÂ
âThatâs what I wanted to talk to you about, actually,â Nanami begins quietly. His eyes keep at your coffee table, with fingers weaving together slowly. He looks pensive, like heâs looking for the right words to say. But even within those thoughts, he was uneasy. âHold on.â In a moment, he pulls off his sweatshirt, revealing himself in a black, skin tight shirt. This would be the first time you truly saw his physique, seeing as the shirt hugs into the dents and divots of his pecs and abs. The short sleeves give temptation to his muscular arms. His torso was enough to make any woman submissive.Â
You look away, but still hold your ground, âif that is the case, then Iâd like to apologize again for my feelings towards you. Iâm working on letting them go so they no longer pose as a nuisance or discomfort for you. And if need be, I understand if youâd rather distant our work relationship, or transfer me back to Sales.âÂ
This is when Nanami faces you again, âY/N, look at me.âÂ
His tone wasnât aggressive nor strict, but you felt submissive to his request. You slowly turn, your eyes finding their way to his own. Hazel eyes bore into yours, and you noticed his bottom lip snug between his teeth.Â
âThat night when you confessed to me, I didnât quite understand what it all meant for me,â Nanami begins quietly. He tightens his hold on his hands. âIâve never really known what to do when people confess to me. But I was so used to not reciprocating those feelings that rejecting them was as easy as breathing.â
âYouâre a little too good at it,â you let out, your heart jolting from the memory of the rejection.Â
âAnd for that I apologize,â Nanami quickly spews, ânot only for hurting your feelings, but for lying to you.âÂ
âLying to me?â You felt your forehead going hot. âAbout what?âÂ
âAbout my feelings towards you,â Nanamiâs tone hinted at a dash of embarrassment, âAdmittedly, not even I knew I was lying to you until I finally gave it some thought.âÂ
You could only stare at him, trying to find some sense in his face. But as you stared at him, you noticed a break of conviction in his hazel eyes. His usual professional demeanor was absent, leaving you with a Nanami youâve never met before. His confidence wavers, and before you was a red-faced, shy man.Â
âKento,â you begin, causing him to jump from his first name leaving your tongue. âIâd feel worse if youâre feigning liking me for the sake of making up with me. I told you, it is my fault for liking you.âÂ
âIf youâre taking fault for that,â Nanami begins, his eyes diverting away from you, âthen it is also your fault for making me like you back.âÂ
Huh? You felt hot, cold, and dizzy. His words were nauseating, and you were confident you were green in the face. Your hands and arms shake with nerves, goosebumps ornate all over your body. Before you could even utter another word, you feel yourself going faint.Â
âY/N?â Your name sounded distant. Before you knew it, your eyes flutter shut, pitch black surrounding you.Â
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