#yall my real entertainment

[ambeauty]

I’m never gonna block antis because I just think it’s funny how mad they get at people having fun and being invested in the media they like via shipping characters that have obvious romantic undertones and undeniable chemistry between the actors

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[batsydoodle]

Your hatred toward the Danny phandom is hilarious to watch

the danny phandom is a menace! and i will stay a hater as long as i see that botched ghost lad where he shouldn't be!!

[coralei]

just realizing that all my favoritest youtubers/podcasters are autistic

[wstviewvidal]

boulevardier- w. maximoff

pairing: rich!wanda x r

summary: sparks fly at a chance encounter

a/n: first part of dirty cash!! i finished this early december but i was so nervous to post it but i don’t want to keep yall waiting any longer. i hope yall like it!

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minors do not interact

looking over at your friend, you give her a glare as you watch her mingle with some potential business partners. being dragged to a fundraising banquet as your friend’s plus one was a way you did not want to spend your saturday evening. especially a night that is full of rich privileged people— a place that you surely don’t feel you belong.

“but you owe me from when you needed me to bail you out of that date a few weeks ago, remember?” was what she told you— and it was true.

the said date went downhill in record time, not even lasting a full thirty minutes before you had your friend call with a fake emergency. your date continuously went on and on about the state of the economy and how people should be investing in stocks to grow wealth rather than focusing on a day job.

needless to say, your friend pulled through and gave an overly convincing act to get you out of there quickly.

your friend is now immersed in a discussion with a man in a suit, probably trying to win him over in hopes to find an investor for her small business. you slip away quietly and let her work her charm.

walking around the banquet hall, you admire the decorations and the ambiance, something you’re not used to being around. you watch as women walk around in either suits or beautiful dresses, you can’t help but admire and feel a little out of place. you’re not used to the flashy life that the people here live— you’ve never had the ample opportunities that the people in this room have had. feeling a sense of jealousy and insecurity run through your veins, you try to snap out of it. it’s not healthy and you know it, but you can’t help but wish you’d be in their shoes.

sighing softly to yourself, you you find a vacant seat at the open bar and order a drink while you people watch. you can hear the live music playing, the chatter of everyone’s conversations, clinking of champagne glasses, the expensive laughter.

imagining your life in their shoes while you nurse your cocktail is how you spend the next few minutes occupying your time.

“is it any good?” you hear a smooth, confident voice ask beside you.

glancing over, you’re met with a dark haired woman with captivating green eyes smiling at you— the kind that disarms you before you even realize it. you smile back and shrug a bit, “it’s a drink. i needed one.”

you joke, now looking over at her well tailored suit and dark makeup. she’s beautiful.

chuckling subtly, “i’d ask you how your night is going, but based off of that sentence— i think i know how it’s going so far. i’m wanda, it’s nice to meet you.” she puts her hand out for a handshake, the glint in her eyes showing her amusement in the introduction.

her hand is warm when you shake it and you can smell a hint of expensive perfume as she gets closer to you to sit in the seat next to you. she speaks with confidence and an alluring charm.

you introduce yourself and laugh, “i didn’t mean any bad by it, it’s just not my.. environment,” you gesture to the crowd around you, “the rich pretentious crowd, it all seems fake to me. dressing up in your finest jewels just to fake altruistic behavior.. it’s not real to me.”

perhaps the drink was already getting to you. maybe that’s the reason you’re letting out a word spill to the beautiful woman who just wanted to know if your paloma was good.

or maybe it’s the way she giggled along with a small nod of her head as you spoke your mind. either way, she wasn’t put off by your tangent. in fact, she continued to sit with you and entertained your preferred topic of discussion for the next few minutes.

wanda watches you with an amused smile on her face. her eyes linger a bit longer on your lips longer than they should.

“fake altruism, huh? what would make it real?” she asks, with a small tilt of her head. her eyes squint the tiniest bit, her grin showing genuine interest. her voice is inquisitive, almost like she’s trying to probe you for something.

had you gone too far? you hesitate to respond, realizing you’ve possibly offended her— wondering if you’ve crossed a line. instead, wanda’s smiling and leaning into you as she wants to hear more.

noticing your slight hesitation, “you know, not a lot of people have the guts to say that. i really like it,” she chuckles softly. wanda looks over your features with a small smile as you move on to talk animatedly about your line of work. she’s enamored by how you’re wearing your emotions on your sleeve— something she struggles with.

you catch yourself, “i’m so sorry, wanda. i’ve been talking at you this whole time.” you inwardly cringe at how you’ve been holding her up with your rambling.

she shakes her head and puts her whiskey down on the bar gently, “no, please, i’m enjoying you. this is quite possibly the most entertainment i’ve had all night so far.” she puts a comforting hand on your forearm that’s resting on the bar in a comforting approach, she’s giving you a genuine smile. her gesture lasts a second too long, her gaze feeling a bit more personal than it needs to be.

“what are you here for?” you shake your head and change the subject to her, wanting to know more about her and why she’s still here wanting to be with you.

her eyes flicker towards the crowd and she hesitates for a moment, almost debating whether or not to be honest with you, “i’m just here for work, requirement by the job.” she shrugs and avoids eye contact, switching the subject back to you. she plays with the rim of her cup, not quite giving you her undivided attention like she just was.

weird.

you don’t spend too much time on it, not wanting to push her away. “i’m here for my friend. she recently started a new business and is hoping to find an investor here, make a good connection.”

you tell her as you gesture to your friend who’s now moved onto her next target of the night. she’s speaking with a woman this time, half interested in what she’s talking about.

wanda nods and follows to where your gesturing, “hm, i’ll have to check her out later.”

you two laugh and talk about different topics over the next ten minutes— ambitions you two have, where you two went to school, where you want to travel. the conversation is lighthearted but the both of you are enjoying the other’s presence.

shaking her head with a laugh, “paris is overrated. you’ll spend more time in traffic than seeing the eiffel tower.”

she watches your expression with a teasing smirk as she says this. she can tell paris is the one place you have always wanted to go to, but she wants to rile you up a bit. pure enjoyment is written on her face as she watched your face contort in mock and offense.

scoffing and looking at her with an incredulous glance, “so tell me where you’d recommend since you’re so well travelled.”

you place your chin in your hand as you await her response. your eyes are slightly glazed over and wanda can’t help but melt at the way the lights are reflecting in your eyes.

wanda grins at your tease, “vienna. no contest. it’s beautiful, and the pastries there will ruin everywhere else for you. you need to go if you ever find the opportunity.” she’s gazing at you intently as you take in her words, the way you’re nodding along to what’s she’s saying with genuine intrigue.

you are just about to respond right as a man taps her on the shoulder and says something under his breath that you can’t quite catch. he leans in with a hint of impatience and you can see how wanda’s posture goes rigid and her jaw tightens.

wanda grimaces and lets out an exasperated sigh, “i’m sorry. they’re calling me for work. i’ll try to find you after, okay? please don’t leave until i see you again. i’d hate to lose my best conversation of the night.”

she gets up from her chair and gives your shoulder a squeeze, lingering a bit longer than needed, her thumb brushes against your skin. she smiles at you warmly just before she takes off in the direction of the man.

you watch as she leaves, noticing how people look in her direction with a hint of awe as she walks past. it makes sense since she had you wrapped around her finger in such a short amount of time.

you leave the bar to find your friend, glancing in the direction wanda left with a love struck smile on your face.

you find her and ask how the networking went. she lets out a sigh of content, “i can’t believe i got to talk to so many people! i gave them all my buriness card and i hope they’ll get in contact with me sometime this week.”

you nod along as she speaks, but subtly looking around the room for any glimpse of the well dressed brunette who had you captivated as soon as she spoke to you.

“did you meet anyone? you’ve been cooped up at the bar all night,” your friend asks as she nudges your shoulder playful with a grin.

rolling your eyes, “actually, yeah. i was talking to a woman, she seems sweet.”

your friends eyes lighten up and she grabs your arm with a small squeal. you laugh at her excitement about your (potentially) blossoming love life. she has continuously tried to set you up on dates in the past, but it never works out.

you groan and cringe, “i know, i know, but remember that i just met her and we don’t even know if-“

your friend shushes you with a stern look, “stop, look! that’s the ceo, the one i told you about earlier i hope i can get in with. she sponsors and invests in a lot of companies and schools. if i can get in with her, it’s like winning the lottery.”

you furrow your eyebrows and turn around to face the stage she’s pointing you to. it takes you a second to find a gap to look in between the bodies in front of you.

and there she is— wanda. your wanda. only now, there she is smiling in all her glory, waving at the crowd that is now forming in front of the stage. the faintest smile on her lips as she gently waves to the crowd.

“oh my god,” your blood runs cold and you freeze in place. you look over at your friend with a terrified look, eyebrows pulling together and eyes wide.

heat rushes to your face and you begin to replay every word you’d said to her at the bar. did she think you were mocking her? your hands begins to clench in nervousness and you want the ground to swallow you whole.

you messed up.

your friend looks at you with a confused look, then pieces it together slowly as she gauges your facial expressions. “oh my god,” she grabs your arm, “oh my god!”

people around look at you two, some shushing you with judgemental looks on their faces. she giggles and mouths, ‘no way.’

she’s filled with excitement at the potential in, you’re filled with dread and embarrassment as you mule over the fact that you complained about this event to wanda. wanda maximoff, the ceo of maximoff industries— founder and organizer of the charity event you’re attending.

your face heats up in embarrassment and you try to hide behind your friend as wanda speaks.

“good evening, everyone,” she stands tall and poised, her voice steady and confident, “thank you all for being here tonight. together, we all share a common goal: to invest in the future by supporting the education of our children.”

you muffle out wanda’s words as you try your best to stand still and not make any sudden movement. maybe if you’ll suddenly become invisible if you stand still enough.

unbeknownst to you, wanda was trying her hardest to spot you in the crowd. unfortunately, the stage lights kept her from being able to clearly see beyond the podium.

you feel queasy and lightheaded as you quickly walk to the restroom. you lean against the sink and try to steady your breathing as much as you can. of course you would somehow offend a ceo at their own event.

you groan as you force yourself to suck up your ego and walk back out into the now booming crowd.

you try to keep a low profile as you walk parallel to the wall— the last thing you want is to offend someone else here.

“there you are,” wanda walks up to you with a two glasses of champagne in her hand. she hands one to you with a smile, “i thought you left me.”

you take the glass with a polite smile, then cringing inwardly as you remember your word vomit at the bar. “listen, wanda, i’m so sorry about what i said. the event is beautiful and i love what you’re doing for the community. it’s amazing, really.”

the words come out rushed and wanda can see a flush on your cheeks. she chuckles softly and shakes her head, “hey, you’re okay. it’s okay. i didn’t take any offense, in fact, i really admire your honesty. it’s rare that i get that nowadays. you really.. stood out tonight.”

you groan and avert your eyes from her. she looks you over and admires you silently. she wants to laugh at your now embarrassed demeanor, a stark contrast to your extroverted energy at the bar.

she realizes she’s been looking at you for too long , clearing her throat and bringing the champagne up to her lips. she looks over the rim at you, trying to be as subtle as possible. your side profile is illuminated by the string lights on the ceiling, your eyes twinkling a bit more than before. perhaps the alcohol now settling in your blood stream? or maybe the fact that wanda actively sought you out after her speech.

you turn to wanda with a small sigh, “are you sure you’re not offended?” you play with the bracelet on your left wrist to try and ground yourself. you feel horrible and uncomfortable in her presence now.

wanda placed a warm hand on your forearm with a gentle look, “i promise. i mean, maybe don’t write off an event before you know what it’s about. people can surprise you, you know?”

wanda’s voice is teasing but soft and comforting. her eyes show no sign of telling a lie and you let out a small laugh at the situation. wanda nudges you with her shoulder softly as she goes to stand next to you.

for a split second, you want to throw caution to the wind and get to know her. you want to ask personal questions— hope there’s something more there.

but you don’t get the chance to. the same man who pulled her away earlier is now speaking into her ear and you can see how irritated she quickly gets with what he’s saying. nodding at what he says, she turns to you with an apologetic look on her face.

“it was refreshing talking to you,” she wants to say more, wants to offer to get you another drink— but she can’t, “take care of yourself, okay?”

and just like that, she’s gone into the crowd. maybe this wasn’t meant to continue on past tonight. maybe meeting wanda was just meant to be a chance encounter.

your friend walks up to you with a furrowed brow, “you’re seriously going to just let her leave?”

you can see the subtle hint of frustration on her face, the wild gesturing in wanda’s direction making it evident she wasn’t happy that you let her leave.

shrugging softly, “i’m sure she’s got better things to do.”

your voice is soft as you stare at wanda speaking with a group of people. she’s got an effortless grace and charm to her, something you don’t have.

following your friend to the exit, you try to push back the thought of wanda and the ‘what if.’

but the memories of her lingering touches, the laughs at your jokes, her soft smiles are now engraved into your mind. you don’t expect to see her again, but a part of you so desperately wishes you could.

[blublublujk]

good girl, gone bad

oneshot

word count: 6k

genre: established (secret) relationship

pairing: good girl y/n x bad boy jk

summary:

“I can’t believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, it’s like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.” You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina won’t notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You can’t help but to smile too, it’s barely there, but he’ll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. “Yeah totally, me either.” What your best friend doesn’t know won’t kill her… right?

warnings: basically just pwp but plot went missing (oops!), swearing, smoker jk (i swear if anyone complains in my inbox i'll haunt you), explicit sexual content; jk has a huge dick ok, consensual recording/pictures, car sex (don't fuck in a car), hickeys, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, spanking, squirting, breast play, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, come shot (on face), slut shaming (again lol), come tasting/swallowing, stomach bulge (my fault i love this one), choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie

a.n: sorry for a late update hope yall dont mind, but i just wanna get rid of all my drafts they are PILING. lol forgive me for only always writing about jungkook, but he's so easy to write about. he breathes, and i instantly open my notes app (im not even joking). this has been sitting in my drafts since his LA trip (iykyk) it sparked a conversation and i wrote it. i want that man bad... and im lesbian :D

ANYWAYS enjoy and STREAM GOLDEN for our golden bunny <3

p.s: i'll probably come back to this couple but its a oneshot for now... but wouldn't no nut nov be fun with this jk?? everyone say yesss. ok bye.

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“Ugh, what a piece of shit.”

Before you even get to ask who, the motorcycle roars back to life across the parking structure belonging to the very one and only, Jeon Jungkook. A group of college jocks crowd around the man. There’s a cigarette between his fingers, he’s not paying it much attention though. He's deep in conversation, laughing at something one of them said, clearly more invested in the joke than anything else around him. 

As the laughter dies down, he looks over, eyes connecting while he brings the cigarette to his pierced lip, slowly inhaling the toxic fume. The terribly annoying (yet somehow sexy) tattooed jock on his loud motorcycle winks towards your direction, before selfishly exhaling that poisonous smoke into the air. Fuck, you really, really wanted to hate him too. 

“Yuck.” Karina gags with a scrunch to her nose, turning a cold back to them and you’re grateful to her because you almost get stuck in his lustful gaze. 

“Yeah… yuck.” You reply with no real meaning somehow managing to convince her you meant it.

“I hate him and his stupid friends. They are killing the Earth slowly and they don’t even give a fuck!” Karina argues in all her given glory and in her environmental science major mindset. “Plus those cancer sticks reek, why must the general public suffer because they can’t last thirty without them.”

Jungkook could last thirty without them. Way more than thirty when you were around him, especially when he was given something (or someone) to entertain himself with, but you couldn't say that aloud so the sudden thoughts stayed safe and sound in your head. 

“No, no they don’t. But what can we do?” There’s a sigh and then you clear your throat. “Should we get going now?”

Your arm wraps around hers, gesturing the way back to campus with a swift wave where you both had been meaning to study given that classes finally started cramping in heavy assignments.

“Yes, please.” Karina is quick to sharply turn her heel and walk back towards the building. “I can’t believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, it’s like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.”

You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina won’t notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You can’t help but to smile too, it’s barely there, but he’ll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. “Yeah totally, me either.”

What your best friend doesn’t know won’t kill her… right?

—-

“You taste disgusting.” There’s a muffled laugh pressed into your lips, as your tongues meet halfway, meeting each other’s lips in a bruising wet kiss. Your ass grinds roughly against his lap, groaning into your mouth while you bring your ass flush down, feeling his soft cock harden below you. His right hand grips your right ass cheek, jiggling it in his hand, before smacking it (with love, of course!). 

“Yeah?” Jungkook smirks, bringing his mouth against your throat, sucking and licking everywhere there was space. He sneakily leaves little love bites behind even though he knows you’ll kill him for this later because you have somewhere to be after this. He even bites your ear lobe gently between his teeth, before he cockily whispers. “You love it though.”

The whimper that leaves your mouth should be illegal. It only drives Jungkook crazier. 

Both hands find purchase on your ass now, spanking you once again in each cheek. Though Jungkook was a bit disappointed he wasn’t seeing your flushed bare cheeks on top of him, but he guesses he can settle for now. “You gonna let me fuck you now baby?”

He gropes your asscheeks without any hesitation, still leaving wet kisses buzzing onto your skin, stealing a quick kiss from your raw-bitten lips. 

“Mm, only if you ask nicely.” You tease, dragging a finger along his jawline.

With this, Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. Your hand comes to fist his hair, while he drops another wet smooch onto your lips. “You know I’d do anything for a piece of this ass angel.”

You smile into the kiss, grinding harder against his now– hard cock. You felt your folds leak of your own arousal. It was so undeniable. The attraction between you two, the desire to take each other apart, to be within each other’s arms. There was no place like Jungkook’s lap. Here you could stay forever.

“Imagine what people would say if they saw you like this baby.” Jungkook starts teasing, tugging your shirt off with no trouble. Your breasts catch his attention, noticing that you are wearing that black lingerie set he had bought for you last Valentine’s Day. “Fuck. Look at you baby.”

He squishes your breasts together, leaning up to kiss the uncovered tender flesh on both sides. You don’t even attempt to hold your moans back. “I– nghhh.”

“Did you expect to get fucked today princess? Hmm? Is this all for me?” Jungkook’s words work like magic, they drip off his sinful tongue like honey. You bring your body flush against his, burying your blushing face against his neck. “Don’t get shy on me baby, tell me. Did you wear this all for me?”

He purrs sweetly and you only nod, cheeks burning red. 

It's not like you were embarrassed of him, no in fact, you were happy to announce that the college campus’ certified bad boy is all yours and has been for the past two years. 

There was no exact moment to this, the attraction had always been there. 

You had first officially met Jungkook in one of your general ed classes. Statistics, to be exact, which he would have one-hundred percent failed had it not been for you passing him the answers mid exams. It wasn’t like that to begin with of course, it took you some convincing. To be fair and to your excuse, it was so hard to say no to those beautiful big brown eyes.

At first, you assumed he was doing this all, acting lost and playing dumb, to get into your pants which he succeeded. However you had enough dignity left to make him work for it. Until you realized those secret smiles, stolen glances, and subtle hand holds were much more than just a silly game. You had fallen for his charm, and against everyone’s advice to stay far away from him, you fell in love with the (not so terrible) bad boy and let him take over your heart completely. It happened so randomly and so all at once. It was confusing, new, but most of all, liberating. 

Being with Jungkook was so freeing and the thrill of being caught with him was so worth it. It didn’t matter what people thought of you or him, you both were willing to die on this hill of love. 

Jungkook, too, had fallen quickly. How could he not? There was nothing to dislike and everything to love. Your pouty scolds, he looked forward to. The stolen glances across campus were his favorite, a secret only you and him held close to heart. There were times where your cheeks would flush pink, because he would steal kisses from you behind the campus library. You were seriously his favorite person ever. 

“Jungkook stop! What if someone sees us?” You would whisper-shout, a pout would form against your will. 

Jungkook would just kiss your worries away again and again and then say. “You’re the cutest little thing alive baby.” 

“Are you trying to change the subject?” It was hard to speak between kisses, that and the fact that he would squish your cheeks together like the adorable boyfriend he was. 

“I don’t know. Is it working?” His reply was cheeky and lips would start trailing down your neck and then you determined, yes. Yes, it is working. Fuck it all. 

It’s safe to say, he was yours since the start of it all, as you were his. Wrapped in each other’s fingers before anyone had realized it, now you were inseparable. 

“Answer me princess.” Jungkook pulls you back gently, observing your flushed face. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Of course, this only makes you blush harder, but you do manage to admit. “Y-Yes… I wore this only for you. Always for you.”

Jungkook smiles, pecking your cheek. “Then I’m the luckiest man alive angel.”

He cradles your face, before leaning in to kiss you. This time, you guys take your time. Your mouths stay closed, taking the time to really feel the plushy feeling against your own and enjoy each other’s presence. You felt as if you were floating in clouds. 

“Jungkook.” You mumble onto his lips and he hums, but that’s not enough so you call his name once more with intent. “Jungkook.”

He pulls back with a questioning look. “Yes, my love?”

“Can you please just fuck me already?” The words come out barely above a whisper, even after fucking you so many times, you could be so shy at times.

Jungkook breaks out into a bunny-like grin, holding back a stifled laugh. “So much for wanting to make me say please, look at who’s pleading now.” 

“J-Jungkook…” Your face goes hot again and he laughs once more, patting your ass softly.

“Okay. Okay, my love. Enough teasing, I’ll fuck you since you asked so nicely baby.” Jungkook takes his sweet time taking off his own shirt, and pulling your skirt off. It was a bit tricker, given you were both in your car which was not fit for two people even in the backseat, but you guys always made it work. 

You were still scared to ride to campus with him as much as he begged you to because it would blow your secret relationship, but fucking on campus has yet to be off-limits. Mainly because Jungkook fucks you all too well, and you aren’t one to say no to good dick (oops).

He attaches his mouth right above the bare skin of your left breast. He holds your tits in his hands, pushing them together, stuffing his face right between them. Jungkook makes sure to pay attention to both breasts (it’s only fair), rubbing your hard buds through the black lace which hardly covers them. You bite back a moan, feeling him rut up against your heat, his hard length pressing stiffly against you, your walls already clenching, desperate to feel him inside you.

His tattooed hand slips below, releasing the nipple he had been tugging on earlier. You feel the tip of his fingertips brush against your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Surely by now, you were dripping onto the lace. His erection is still pressing against your inner thigh. “D-Don’t wait then.”

Your boyfriend smiles, bringing his lips to yours. “Behave. You’ll get some dick inside you soon.”

Like the brat you were, your eyes rolled back so used to being spoiled. He pays it no mind though because his tongue comes out again, licking your lips apart. Your tongues meet once more, this time you suck his tongue into your mouth, brushing it against the roof of your mouth. He taste quite bitter, it’s the cigarette from earlier, yet somehow and against all judgement, he tastes fucking delicious. Especially when a grunt slips from his throat, feeling you roll your barely covered folds against his fingers.

He allows this, putting more pressure with two fingers, feeling you drench his fingertips even through your panties. Jungkook pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth, spit mixing as he reciprocates the favor, sucking gently on your tongue. You tasted like the strawberries you had earlier for lunch and Jungkook groans, greedily swallowing the taste in your mouth. 

What an innocent sweet little thing you were and he was about to ruin you all. 

Cigarettes and strawberries. 

Quite the pair. 

You whine into his mouth, unable to hold back much longer. “Please, Jungkook…”

He smirks against your mouth. How much he loved the way you fell apart on his cock. Especially more, when he had barely had his hands on you and you were already begging for more. Jungkook pulls back, but not before you whine a soft “no.” He holds your cheeks in his palms, forcing you to look directly into his hazy eyes. 

“Imagine if people knew baby.” His voice comes out more sultry, rough around the edges. His thumb carrasses your cheek, patting your mouth open. “How much of a slut you were for this dick.”

His words make you mewl (he knows how much you get off to this thought), he slowly eases two fingers into your mouth, holding your chin in place. You made sure to suck on them as he liked, your tongue coming flat against them. 

Jungkook bucks his hips into yours, chest rising while he watches you suck, like the good girl you were. “Imagine if they really knew, baby? Such a sweet girl like you, with someone so dangerous and reckless like me. What would they say? Hmm?”

He pulls out his fingers, seeing them barely glisten under the light.

“I- I don’t know.” Your voice is dry and soft yet, you are incredibly horny.

“You don’t know? I have a few ideas.” Jungkook chuckles, hands brushing along your back. “Can this come off?” 

He tugs your bra from behind and you hesitate to nod permission. “Good, I wanna watch them bounce when I finally fuck you.”

By now, you have given up resisting him, so you moan pathetically as he shreds your bra with ease and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking the tender bud into his tongue, flicking it and placing it between his teeth. He tugs and licks the sting away, watching with hooded eyes as you squirm against him. Your face burns imagining the idea. 

What if people knew? How would your friends react? They would surely be disappointed, Jungkook was good for nothing but trouble. Yet, he was perfect to you. You were willing to defend him from hell and back. Whatever it took for them to believe you. 

Jungkook moves to the other bud, placing it into his mouth, cupping and gripping your breasts. His mouth was hot and heavy against your nipple, his tongue caressing the hard bud. He squeezes them one last time before letting them drop, watching them bounce gently against your chest. Yup, Jungkook was the luckiest man alive. There was nothing better than this moment right here.

Heat travels your body quickly, feeling your own chest rise, struggling to breathe in the steamy car. Your boyfriend looks down, communicating with his eyes instead of actually saying anything, your hands quickly move to his belt, tugging them off and throwing it anywhere else. Desperately, you unbuckle his jeans, harshly pulling his boxer down, just enough to watch his dick spring out. The flushed, wet length smacks against his stomach, watching as his abs clench at the sensation. If you stare any longer, you’ll start drooling. “So good for me angel.” 

There’s no time to waste. 

“Wanna suck you off.” You breathe out, voice filled with desire and lust, clearly it takes over because usually his girlfriend was much shyer and timid, but that all disappeared when Jungkook’s cock was present. 

“Yeah?” Jungkook watches you drop on your knees, your pretty knees will for sure suffer the consequences of your horny choice, but there was no stopping this. He pats his thighs as he leans back to give you enough space. “I’m all yours, baby girl.”

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek when he feels your warm mouth wrap around his dick. Your tongue comes out messily, practically salivating and dripping all over him. There’s probably not a single day that goes by that you aren’t sucking his dick, but it was quite the experience every damn time. 

“F-Fuck, I wish you could see yourself.” He struggles a bit because the sight is fucking sinful and if people knew you like he did, they wouldn’t believe the person in front of him. 

His personal little cockslut. 

You pop off for a second, hand still wrapped around his length covered in your spit. “Yeah? Then take a picture for me, Kook.”

Double fuck.

When you first started dating Jungkook, you were against any pictures at all. After time passed and to his luck, you came around and you would let him take pictures, but only if he promised your face wasn’t in the frame. Now, his camera roll is covered with images of you and your blooming relationship. You didn’t care anymore about covering or blurring your face out. His camera roll consisted of just about everything, pictures of you sleeping peacefully against his chest as you would nap, videos of you laughing on the random adventures he would take you on, but never images of you nude. Never ever was he allowed anything that could probably incriminate you both, even if he would beg, ever-so sweetly. It seems like you came around after all. Bless you.

“Fuck, don’t talk to me like that princess, you have no idea what that does to me.” He’s never heard you sound so fucking sexy. Jungkook bites his lip, recovering his phone that had dropped earlier on the carpet. “You sure about this baby?”

“Yes.” Then you are back on his cock and he shudders, already snapping a few pictures. Your eyes looked up at the camera, making a show out of it all.

Jungkook tries controlling his heavy breathing but with a sinful tongue like yours, it’s impossible. “Can I record this princess, only if you’ll let me, of course.”

You take him deeper into your throat and nod furiously on his cock. You trusted him enough, you knew Jungkook could never hurt a single soul, unless they tried him. Point is, he would never do anything to break that trust so hell yeah, why not add more to his long collection.

“God, you are so perfect baby. Made for me and only me.” Jungkook’s voice is nothing short of possessiveness. He presses record, caressing your hair softly, almost petting you for your work like the good girl you were for him. “Imagine if they knew how well you take cock baby. How perfect those plump lips look around my dick. You’re like a dream come true princess, my personal cockslut.” 

You moan around his length, loving the bitter taste on your tongue and Jungkook has to hold back from fucking your throat, though he thinks you’ll love it anyways. 

“Can I fuck your throat?” His voice is raspy and you open your mouth wider, nodding so prettily with dick stuffed in your mouth. Jungkook is careful when placing your hair in a little makeshift ponytail for the meantime and as best as he can with one hand as he starts to thrust into your warm mouth. “So beautiful and all mine. Isn’t that right princess?”

You don’t get to reply, but the vibrations of your moans that manage to run through his cock  answer for you and it almost makes him smile. What a good girl you were. Pretty things like you deserved to be spoiled and he couldn’t wait to give you the fucking world. 

And was he fucking loving the show you were putting on for him becoming more needy and desperate on camera, your eyes rolled as he brutally used your throat for his liking. 

Jungkook bites at his bottom lip as he begins to roll his hips with much more force, feeling your throat take him down with greed. “Fuck baby, your throat feels amazing. Taking me so good.” 

He lets you go when he feels you tap his thigh and you gasp for air, tears threatening to leak down your face. “W-Want you to come on my face.”

Your voice is hoarse and his eyes widen at your sweet request. 

“Aren’t you just perfect for me today baby. Just you wait, you’ll get the best dick of your entire lifetime.” Not that you would know since he was your first and he knows that, proudly carries that in his cocky ego, but you always believed him. No one could fuck you better than this, you were sure. You bat your eyes at his promise and he comes down to kiss you messily, the camera records jackshit, but it captures your whiny moans and the sound of your lips smacking against one another. He pulls off with one last kiss and adjusts the camera frame back towards you as he takes his hard length and slaps his swollen, wet dick along your cheek. “Open up princess, I’m really fucking close.” 

You take him in with no hesitation and go to fucking work. Slurping and licking all over his length, your chin dripping with saliva, but you don’t even care anymore because his grunts and whines keep you going. 

Every now and then you look up at the camera making sure you do your best to keep him coming back. You know he will probably rewatch this every night that you aren’t there with him. And your predictions are correct because Jungkook’s already planning on watching this tonight and jacking off to it while you are out with Karina doing God knows what. All he knows is his sweet girl will be doing something productive while he’ll be coming undone in your gracious honor.

“I’m close baby.” He groans sexily, and his breathing starts to become sharp. “Look up baby, right into the camera, gonna come all over that perfect fucking face.”

Doing as he says, you look up sucking him dry, your hands come to relieve what you can’t cover with your tongue. His hand pushes you off for a second. “Tongue out baby.”

He fucks his fist and it doesn’t take long before he squirts his load all over your face, grateful that most of it lands on your tongue, you swallow it all immediately, humming gracefully at the salty taste. 

Jungkook’s eyes are blown out as he catches his breath and lets his dick flop back down against his thigh, you look like a fucking sin and he must be the Devil because he’s about to commit about thirty tonight. “Give me a second princess.”

He says between breaths as he stops recording with one last picture of your come-soiled face, still breathing heavily as he throws his phone on the floor again, thankful that he has something for later. You giggle against him and he almost awes as you throw your head against his bare thighs into a laughing fit. “Okay.” 

He huffs a dry laugh and pulls you up. “Times up. Come here.” 

Jungkook is quick to capture you in a sloppy kiss, not minding the leftover mess of come on your face, he doesn’t wanna mess up his masterpiece just yet. You soon grow desperate in his arms, but this time he doesn’t mess around. 

“Lay down.” Your bare back lands on the seats and he shoves himself between your thighs. Again, it’s steamy and fucking cramped in your car, but you both couldn’t care any less right now. 

His tongue hits your slit not bothering to move your matching panties, but the effect is almost the same. He licks a long strip watching you soil the silky lace mixing his spit with your own arousal. 

You moan sweetly as your legs come apart letting him completely devour your heat. Jungkook pulls off, tugging your spoiled little black panties to the side and continues on with his mission. His tongue finds your clit and you swear you could come like this. 

“R-Right there. Please.” Your boyfriend doesn’t let up either, eating your sweet pussy like it deserves. His tongue flicks your bud, building the sensation in your tummy. Jungkook sucks on your clit selfishly.

His chin is covered in your arousal. He’s humming and moaning deep inside your pussy, your juices stick onto his tongue like candy and he greedily swallows the treat whole. 

“B-Baby.” Your voice is struggling like his was earlier, but it’s there. He lifts his face from your heat, eyes in a lust-filled trance. Jungkook knows he’s pussy-whipped, but at least he admits his problems!

“Yes, my baby.” Jungkook’s eyes are blown out and he looks just as wrecked as you are. 

“C-Can I take a picture?” He almost gapes at your request, the amount of times you took him by surprise today. At this point, he would let you do anything, fuck his morality!  

“Do whatever you want princess. Pictures, videos. I’m all yours.” He gives you his full consent and permission to do anything so you are quick to grab his phone (you’ll send them over to yourself later) and start snapping pictures while he dives back in for seconds. 

Jungkook keeps your legs open while you are a whimpering mess above him, struggling to get the best picture. You have no idea how he was doing this himself, the pictures come out blurry as he continues to devour you as if it was his last meal.

He also puts on a show for the camera like you did so nicely earlier for him. Jungkoook’s eyes hood as he stares up, he even winks for the shot. If college didn’t ever work out for either of you, this would be something to look into. Good thing that was not the case, at least for you, his little straight A student. 

“I’m g-gonna come.” This only makes your boyfriend go crazier between your folds. He drops eye-contact with the camera and instead solely focuses on that pretty pussy presented for him. Jungkook’s tongue is sin itself, not letting up once as more arousal drips out of you. He slowly teases a finger inside, building your orgasm quickly as he fucks you open with his middle finger. “I’m– nghh. Fuh-fuck!”

The sentence is never finished as you start to squirt onto his tongue, creating your own little masterpiece on his face. Jungkook has never swallowed anything down faster than right now and he’s loving every second of it. Completely pussy-whipped and all, but at least he’s happy!

Your boyfriend finally detaches himself from your heat and the sight is nearly adorable. His hair is now all fucked up and he’s a sticky mess everywhere (you are sure you look no better). 

“Yum, I could do that all day.” Jungkook shamelessly says. 

“Mm, I’m sure.” You say coming down from your own orgasm, he gives you a few seconds to breathe as you set his phone down again. Jungkook takes his shirt from the floor and wipes himself clean. He does the same but it’s no use, the come that landed on your face has dried up and he doesn’t wanna scrub it off and end up hurting your precious face. 

Jungkook kisses your cheek affectionately as an apology. 

“There’s dry come on my face right?” You start to scold him, but he smiles with all his teeth apologetically and you forgive him at that moment. 

“Guilty.” He smirks, proud of his work, he thinks you truly haven't looked better. 

Wrapping arms and legs around your boyfriend you whisper innocently. “I was promised dick of a lifetime, unless… unless you lied to me?”

Jungkook scrunches his nose cutely while he looks at your perfect pouty face, doe-eyes begging to be fucked. “I never lie, not to you at least.”

He makes you laugh and he detangles your legs from his waist. “Now let me focus, I have a reputation to uphold.”

There’s no laughing once two fingers press into you and you gasp at the invading feeling, but the stretch only burns for a while before it turns into pleasure and you are whimpering at his touch. “Fingers so deep.”

He smiles and you throw your head back. “Yeah? My dick goes even deeper baby, I’m just making sure you can take it.”

“I can take it.” You breathe out against his pink lips. “I was made for you.”

The taller’s eyes nearly eat you alive, fuck you were so sexy. “That you were baby. My perfect little cockslut.” 

His fingers pull out of you brutally and you whine, but he kisses you roughly making you forget the loss. A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing it with purpose. You squirm in his hands and he pops off your lips. 

Fingers coated with your arousal trace your lips and you take them in greedily, sucking your own juices off the tattooed fingers, moaning at the delicate taste, his other hand still locked around your throat. 

“That’s my girl. All fucking mine.” You nod around his fingers and he finally lets go, gasping for fresh air. “‘M gonna fuck you now baby.” 

Your legs fly open in response, letting him have his way with you. 

“Do me a favor?” He asks while taking his hard length in his hand, jerking himself off while he awaits your response. 

“What?” You hum, confusion written all over your face. 

“Record this for me. I want you to see how I break you apart. How this pretty pussy makes a mess all over my dick. I want you to remember this fuck for the rest of your life.” His voice drops a few octaves and you can’t help but gasp and moan at his vulgar use of words. 

You used to be innocent, at least, that’s what Jungkook used to think. In a way, he thinks you still are. Untouched and pure, only for his eyes and his hands to touch. Jungkook is honored that he was your first, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He was gentle and took care of you every step of the way. It was like that until you were begging and pleading for more. Sweet then, and sweet now.

He’s created a little monster, but he knows that your heart is pure and that’s what he loves most about you. 

“Okay, yes.” His phone is back in your hands and you click record, watching him line-up his cock. Jungkook groans as he disappears snuggly inside you. “Mmm.”

He lets you get used to the feeling and once he feels your breathing stabilize he starts to thrust himself with strong strokes inside you. 

Like the first time, you are struggling with the phone because you can’t stop shivering and shaking, you feel him in your guts and recording is much harder than pictures because it lasts longer and you can't stay still for that long. Not with dick inside you.

“K-Kook. I— oh.” You stop to moan when he hits your g-spot and he continues ramming that same spot over and over. “I- I can’t. Hand’s shaking.”

Your sweet boyfriend grabs the phone and lets you settle yourself. “That’s okay princess, I got you. Just lay there, I’ll take care of you.” 

He records himself ramming into you for a few minutes, watching himself disappear into you on camera. The taller one can't even believe this is his reality. How did this even happen and most of all with him of all people? He truly was the luckiest man alive! 

“‘S deep, Kook.” He fondles one of your breasts as he keeps a harsh pace, rubbing the hard nub with his thumb. 

“Yeah baby? Tell me where you feel it.” He whispers loving the way you tremble, your gaze struggling to keep up with his. 

“Right here.” You touch right below your belly, palm flat against the feeling of his cock inside you. “So so deep.” 

You mumble something else, but he doesn’t get to hear it because your high pitched moans drown everything out. He lets go of your breast watching them bounce as he continues to pound straight into your sweet spot. 

The camera catches it all though. The mess between your thighs look just as delicious on film as they do in real time. The sounds you make, the squelching noise that is being created by his cock going deep inside you, and most of all, it captures your beautiful face as it comes apart. 

He presses on your stomach right where your own palm rests and you strangle out a whine. “I- I can’t. T-Too much.” 

“You can take it. Remember?” His dick tears through you from the inside and you start yelling when he increases his pace. He’s fucking you mercilessly now and you can’t control the sounds that escape. “You were made for me, princess.”

“Yes, yes, I am.” You sound beautiful, but you would kill him if you guys got caught now especially in the position you guys are in. 

His firm hand finally comes off your stomach and instead two fingers go inside your mouth, muffling your screams and whines. 

The car rocks back and forth. He’s sure people know what the fuck is going on, the windows are foggy as fuck, for fuck’s sake, but you would hate him much worse for not finishing you off.

“Mmff, don— stopff.” He nearly giggles as you struggle to speak, but he keeps his promise quite well. He fucks you ever harder and deeper, his cock will surely fall off after this, but it’s all worth it. He slams inside, bottoming out fully before pulling out and repeating the same steps. “Fuhh-uk.”

“You like that baby?” Jungkook rasps feeling you squeeze tightly around him, which only means one thing, you are really fucking close. “Gonna come all over my cock princess?” 

“Mmff.” You are quick to nod and hum sweetly. He decides to pull his fingers out, spit dripping all over. “Yes, yes. Please, don’t stop. Harder Kook- ah!”

Jungkook almost forgets he’s recording and he centers the camera again, wanting to capture every last second of this. You are glistening all over, he’s made a complete mess of you, but he is no better. Jungkook is dripping sweat and yet, that doesn’t stop his mean and precise strokes against your velvet walls, stretching you in ways you didn’t even know were possible. 

The final straw is when you feel his messy fingers start toying with your clit and you are coming once again all over your back seats and wetting his cock just how he likes it. Being a squirter had its own perks with a boyfriend like Jungkook because that meant he never stopped fucking you until you completely had nothing more to give. 

Jungkook curses when he starts to see your orgasm trinkle out, he fucks you all through it though, feeling the water-like pressure against his slit. And it doesn’t take long before an orgasm catches up to him. 

“Inside.” You plead with a pout, eyes completely blown out. 

With one last curse Jungkook comes deep inside your walls. He catches his breath for a few moments before pulling out slowly, making sure to capture the dribble of his come which sadly hangs onto your hole. “Push it out for me princess.” 

“Nooo, we’re gonna make a mess Kook.” Jungkook shakes his head, a smile on his face because a mess has already been made. 

“I’ll clean it. Now, push it out baby.” You almost cover your face because you are sure you turned red, but you start to push his seed out of your hole and he’s tempted to fuck it back inside. 

“Fuck. That’s it baby. Perfect comeslut. Isn’t that right?” He stops recording once he’s gotten the shot he wanted and he starts to wipe you down with his shirt, lucky enough that he has a back-up hoodie to cover him after he’s done. 

“Yes, all yours.” 

You both smile against each other’s lips before he whispers. “I love you princess.” 

“I love you more.” 

“Impossible baby.”

—-

JK❤️: hiiii 🙂

me: hi baby :) everything okay?

JK❤️: marvelous 😇 i just came watching that video we took earlier ;))

me: baby! 😠  i'm out with karina! can you not talk about sex for two seconds while im out

JK❤️: sure! just came all over myself totally wasn't watching our sextape back ;)))

me: nice talk jungkook.

JK❤️: come home soon~~ i miss you :((((

me: love you too lol

JK❤️: not more than me. come home soon im serious!!!

me: i'll see you later jungkook. ❤️

JK❤️: 😠😠😠 

me: ❤️❤️❤️

[pbaz7]

ONE SHOT: IN HER ORBIT PT.2

paige x azzi

warning: drinking, smoking, sexual content!!!

word count: 13.7

A/N: I’m so sorry this took me all night to post 😭 everything got turned around but here we are!! This is literally just for all you whores that requested a part 2. This is NEVER happening again so I hope yall enjoy it 😒. I combined a few different part 2 requests into this. Leave live reacts and comments if you can!!

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The room was quiet, only the occasional murmur of voices and faint music coming from Paige’s phone filled the space. They were sprawled on her bed, the soft glow of sunlight spilling through the curtains. Azzi was lying across Paige’s chest, her head tucked beneath Paige’s chin as she scrolled aimlessly through social media. Paige held the phone just above them, tilting it slightly so they could both see the screen.

Every so often, Azzi would chime in with a comment or swipe her finger across the screen when Paige skipped something she wanted to see. Paige didn’t mind—for the most part. But Azzi’s habit of rewinding videos or insisting on watching long ones tested her patience.

"Seriously?" Paige groaned as Azzi scrolled back to replay a video. "This one’s like two minutes long. I don’t care about that stupid trend."

Azzi barely glanced up, muttering, "Shhh, it’s funny."

Paige rolled her eyes dramatically and, with a sigh, tossed her phone toward the foot of the bed. It landed with a soft thud against the blanket. "There. Problem solved."

Azzi gasped in betrayal, twisting to look at the abandoned phone. "Paige!"

"Too boring," Paige declared with a smirk, cutting off whatever protest Azzi was about to make by grabbing her hips and pulling her up so she was straddling Paige’s waist. "This is more entertaining."

Azzi laughed, her hands automatically finding balance against Paige’s stomach. "You’re annoying, you know that?"

Paige tilted her head, feigning offense. "That’s not what you were saying this morning."

Azzi groaned, her cheeks flushing faintly as she rolled her eyes. "Oh, my God. Can you not?" She leaned back slightly, preparing to climb off Paige to grab the phone, but Paige’s hands tightened on her hips, keeping her in place.

Azzi gave her a playful glare. "What?"

"You gotta give me a kiss for calling me annoying," Paige said matter-of-factly.

Azzi raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Since when is that a rule?"

Paige grinned. "Since you started calling me annoying every two seconds. I gotta get something out of it."

Azzi shook her head, biting back a laugh. "You’re actually ridiculous." But there was no real protest in her voice as she leaned down, cupping Paige’s face with both hands. Her lips brushed softly against Paige’s, lingering for just a moment before she started to pull away.

Paige had other plans. Her arms wrapped tightly around Azzi’s waist, locking her in place and deepening the kiss before she could get too far. Azzi’s initial surprise melted quickly as she relaxed into it, her hands sliding from Paige’s cheeks to her shoulders. What started as teasing grew into something warmer, their breaths mingling as they fell into their familiar rhythm.

A sharp knock on the door broke the moment, making Azzi jolt slightly as she pulled back. She turned her head toward the sound, her hair brushing Paige’s face.

"Come in!" Paige called lazily, her arms still secure around Azzi.

Azzi gave her an incredulous look, her lips parting in disbelief. "Seriously? You didn’t even ask who it was."

Before Paige could respond, the door swung open, and Nika strolled in, completely unbothered by the scene in front of her. She plopped onto the bean bag in the corner of the room, stretching her legs out with a dramatic sigh.

"Y’all coming out tonight?" Nika asked casually, as if Paige and Azzi weren’t tangled up on the bed.

Paige arched an eyebrow, her head still pressed into the pillow. "Where?" she asked, glancing at Nika with mild curiosity.

"Football team’s throwing a party," Nika said, leaning her head back against the wall.

Paige tilted her chin up to look at Azzi, silently deferring to her. "What you think?" she asked, her hands still resting comfortably on Azzi's hips.

Azzi shrugged, clearly indifferent at first. "Who’s going?" she asked, looking to Nika for specifics.

"I think most of the team, to be honest," Nika replied, her tone nonchalant as she scrolled on her phone.

Azzi’s lips quirked into a small smile as she nodded. "Yeah I’m down."

Paige smirked, amused. "You’ve been into parties lately," she teased, her fingers lightly tracing circles on Azzi’s side.

Azzi shrugged again, her confidence now a natural part of her demeanor. "Maybe I just like them better now," she said, glancing at Paige with smile.

Nika groaned as she stood, arching her back like she’d been sitting for hours. "Man, I need to stretch more during the offseason," she complained, rubbing her shoulder.

Paige and Azzi both looked over and laughed as Nika shuffled toward the door.

"You two lovebirds better not bail," Nika added, pointing a finger at them before stepping out.

Paige let out a laugh, tightening her hold on Azzi. "Lovebirds, huh?" she teased.

Azzi rolled her eyes but smiled, leaning down just enough to bump her forehead lightly against Paige’s. "She’s not wrong," she whispered.

Paige grinned, her eyes lighting up as she looked at her. "Well, guess we’re going to a party," she said, the excitement subtly creeping into her voice.

Azzi sat up a little, brushing her hair back as she glanced toward the door. "Guess we are," she agreed.

Paige, not liking the space between them, pulled Azzi back down for a kiss. Her hands found their way to Azzi’s waist, holding her securely as she deepened the kiss, her lips moving slowly in a way that made Azzi melt.

Azzi tangled her fingers in Paige’s hair as she shifted her weight, rolling her hips into Paige slowly. Paige let out a low hum of approval, her grip tightening just enough to show how much she was enjoying this.

Azzi let her lips trail down Paige’s jaw, leaving soft kisses along the way. Paige tipped her head back slightly, giving her better access, her breath hitching softly.

But just as things were heating up, Azzi stopped, sitting up and pulling away. Paige blinked at her, her jaw dropping in disbelief. "What the hell baby?" she protested, her voice almost a whine.

Azzi laughed as she slid off the bed. "If we’re going out, I need to go get ready," she said, throwing her hair into a messy bun as she grabbed one of Paige’s hoodies.

Paige propped herself up on her elbows, giving Azzi a look. "Why you gotta get ready? Just wear my clothes," she said, her tone half-serious.

Azzi wrinkled her nose playfully. "Your clothes have too much fabric," she shot back, smirking.

Paige narrowed her eyes at her, a grin spreading across her face. "Who you trying to show all that skin for, hm?" she asked teasing Azzi slightly.

Azzi leaned down, resting her hands on either side of Paige’s hips as she got close enough for their noses to almost touch. "My girlfriend," she murmured, her voice soft. She let the words hang in the air for a moment before adding with a smile, "Who will be drunk tonight."

Paige’s eyes lit up at Azzi’s comment, her grin growing wider. "Oh, really?" she asked, clearly liking the sound of it. She tilted her head slightly, curiosity flashing in her eyes. "What’s the occasion?"

Azzi paused for a moment, licking her lips as she leaned over Paige, her face just inches from hers. "Why does there need to be an occasion?" she replied smoothly.

Paige hummed softly, her response more of a distracted sound than actual words. Her gaze was fixed entirely on Azzi, completely captivated by the way her brown eyes seemed to glint and the way her lips curled into a confident smirk.

Azzi, reveling in the effect she had on Paige, let her smile grow. "I like when you’re drunk," she added, her tone carrying some playfulness.

Paige blinked, snapping out of her trance just enough to ask, "Why?"

Azzi shrugged, feigning nonchalance, though the real reason sat clearly in her mind. Drunk Paige was different—much bolder with her, less restrained. When she wasn’t drunk, Paige’s affection for her sometimes overshadowed her desire. She was sweet, loving, and almost careful, like Azzi was something fragile she needed to protect. But when Paige was drunk, there was no hesitation. She was confident, and completely unfiltered in showing it. Drunk Paige had no problem pulling her close in public, leaving lingering touches that sent sparks down Azzi’s spine, and when they got home...Well, Paige couldn’t keep her hands off her, and Azzi loved every second of it.

But she didn’t say any of that, instead she just leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Paige’s lips. It was just enough to leave her wanting more before Azzi pulled back, standing up straight.

"I’ll let you figure that one out pretty," Azzi teased, her smirk in place as she turned toward the door.

Paige laid there for a moment, her eyes wide as she watched Azzi head for the door. "You’re so annoying," she muttered under her breath, though there wasn’t even a hint of malice in her tone—only warmth.

Azzi glanced back over her shoulder, giving Paige a knowing look. "I love you too," she said, blowing Paige a playful kiss before slipping out of the room.

Paige exhaled deeply as the door clicked shut, her heart racing a little faster than before. A grin spread across her face as she stared at the ceiling, her mind already racing with thoughts of Azzi.

…

Later that day in their suite, Nika was perched in front of the mirror, carefully applying her makeup. Meanwhile, Paige was laid out on Nika’s bed, tossing a basketball into the air and catching it repeatedly. Her movements were lazy but precise, the ball spinning just enough to keep her entertained.

"Just so you know," Paige randomly said, her voice casual, "I’m definitely getting you back for keeping me up all night the other day."

Nika glanced at her through the mirror, an eyebrow raised as she laughed. "Yeah, right," she said dismissively, brushing some highlighter over her cheekbone.

Paige stopped mid-toss, the ball still in her hand as she sat up slightly, her eyes narrowing. She never liked when people implied she couldn’t do something. "Why you say that like I can’t?" she challenged, sitting up fully now, the ball forgotten as it rolled onto the bed beside her.

Nika turned to look at Paige, her smile growing. "I mean, Azzi’s loud, sure, but she’s not that loud," she said, waving her hand for emphasis. "She wouldn’t do all that."

Paige’s expression shifted her lips twitching into a smirk. "How much you wanna bet?" she asked.

At that, Nika’s ears perked up. There was nothing she loved more than a good bet, especially one she thought she could win. She spun her chair around to face Paige fully, crossing her arms. "You’re tryna bet?"

Paige leaned back on her hands. "Yeah. Let’s bet."

Nika squinted at her, skeptical but intrigued. Paige always had this unwavering confidence, and it annoyed Nika how often it paid off for her. But this time? She was sure she had it in the bag. Azzi, while always confident in herself these days, was way more reserved about their sex life than Paige. She wasn’t shy, exactly, but Nika just couldn’t imagine her being that carefree, especially with most of the team sharing the suite.

Nika grinned. "Alright, bet. What’s the wager?"

Paige thought for a moment before leaning forward. "$200."

Nika snorted. "Okay, fine. But if I win, you owe me double. You got deeper pockets."

Paige rolled her eyes but nodded. "Alright whatever."

They shook on it, and Nika leaned back with a grin. "This about to be the easiest bet I’ve ever won," she said, turning back to the mirror to finish her makeup.

Paige chuckled to herself, leaning back against the headboard, her arms crossed behind her head. "You're delusional," she said under her breath, already planning how she was going to make this bet easy for herself.

In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but grin at the thought of how easy it would be to prove Nika wrong—because if there was one thing Paige knew, it was how to get Azzi to let go of her inhibitions.

…

When Nika was finally ready, the two of them headed out. Paige had decided not to put too much effort into her appearance, opting for the casual look she knew Azzi loved so much. She wore a black Nike tech—the sweatpants hanging slightly loose on purpose—and kept the jacket open to reveal the white t-shirt and her silver chain underneath. It was simple, but the way Paige carried herself made it anything but plain.

When they got to the party, the music was loud, and the room was packed. Paige’s eyes scanned the crowd, easily zeroing in on her girlfriend. She was standing near the makeshift bar in the kitchen, talking with a couple of their teammates, a drink in her hand. Paige couldn’t help but let her eyes linger over her body.

Azzi was effortlessly captivating. She wore short jean shorts that hugged her in all the right places, showing off her long toned legs; they were paired with a black long-sleeved crop top that showed her entire stomach, only falling low enough to cover her chest. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, small curly strands left out in the front that fell in front of her perfect face.

Paige crossed the room, slipping through the crowd until she was behind Azzi. She didn’t announce herself—didn’t really need to. Instead, she stepped up close, wrapping her arms around Azzi’s waist and pulling her back against her.

Azzi froze for a moment, her body stiffening at the unexpected touch being under the impression that Paige wasn’t there. But then she caught the familiar scent of Paige. Her muscles relaxed almost instantly, and she let out a soft laugh as she leaned back into Paige’s hold.

“Hey pretty,” Paige whispered, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear.

Azzi tilted her head slightly, glancing back at Paige. “Hi baby,” she murmured, her lips forming into a smile. “I didn’t even know you were here.”

“I move quiet when I want to,” Paige replied, her arms tightening briefly around Azzi before resting her chin on Azzi’s shoulder. She glanced down at what Azzi was wearing, a slow smile spreading across her face. “You look amazing.”

Azzi hummed, reaching a hand down to rest over Paige’s. “Mmm you don’t look too bad yourself,” she teased, leaning into Paige’s familiar presence.

From across the room, Aaliyah groaned loudly, making no effort to hide her exasperation. “God, can y’all not do this in public? Like, at least give the rest of us a chance to have fun without feeling single as hell!”

Paige turned her head slightly, grinning at Aaliyah. “Then stop looking,” she shot back, looking completely unbothered.

Azzi laughed softly, turning in Paige’s arms so she could face her. Her hands came up to rest lightly on Paige’s chest, her smile teasing but warm. “You’re mean sometimes, you know that?”

Paige grinned wider, her fingers tracing light patterns along Azzi’s sides. “No I’m not. Imma angel,” she countered smoothly.

Azzi rolled her eyes, but there was no real irritation behind it. “Yeah, yeah,” she said with a laugh, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Paige’s lips before pulling back and wiping her lip gloss off of her.

Paige shifted her hold on Azzi, her fingers trailing lazily along her sides as the party hummed around them. Leaning in closer, Paige tilted her head, her lips hovering just by Azzi’s ear. “So, how drunk are we getting tonight?” she asked.

Azzi’s lips curved into a smile, her gaze flicking to Paige’s before she licked her lips. “Drunk enough,” she answered simply.

Paige raised an eyebrow at that, her curiosity piqued. “Enough?” she repeated, leaning back slightly to study Azzi’s expression. “Why do I feel like you tryna get me drunk?”

Azzi tilted her head, her smile widening as she hooked her fingers around Paige’s wrists, guiding her hands to rest on the warm, exposed skin just above her hips. Paige smirked at the contact, her thumbs instinctively brushing over Azzi’s soft skin.

Azzi leaned in closer, her lips barely an inch from Paige’s as she spoke. “Because drunk Paige…” she started, pausing as her eyes darted to Paige’s lips before meeting her gaze again, “…is fun Paige.”

Paige’s jaw clenched slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as Azzi’s words settled over her. Her grip on Azzi’s waist tightened instinctively, her fingertips pressing into her skin. “Fun Paige, huh?” Paige echoed.

Azzi nodded slowly, her smile never faltering. “Mhm,” she murmured, tilting her head as her hands slid up Paige’s chest and rested lightly on her shoulders. “You’re usually so… composed,” she continued. “But when you’ve had a few drinks, you don’t hold back. You’re all over me—” her voice dipped, “—and I like that a lot.”

Paige’s lips parted, her gaze flicking between Azzi’s eyes and her mouth, her restraint already thinning as the heat between them grew. “You like that?” she murmured, her thumbs continuing their slow, strokes against Azzi’s skin.

Azzi hummed in agreement, her smile softening but never losing its edge. “I love it,” she corrected, her hands slipping down to cover Paige’s, keeping them firmly in place on her waist.

Paige leaned in further, her forehead almost touching Azzi’s, “Keep talking like that, and I won’t need a drink.”

Azzi smiled at Paige’s tone, but before she could respond, someone shouted nearby, pulling them out of their bubble. Paige groaned under her breath, resting her forehead briefly against Azzi’s shoulder before straightening up.

Azzi laughed softly, trailing her hands up and down Paige’s arms. “Patience, P,” she teased.

Paige huffed. “I’m not patient when it comes to you,” she admitted, her voice dropping slightly as she pulled Azzi just a fraction closer.

Azzi’s smile softened, a knowing look crossing her face. “I know baby,” she said simply. Without giving Paige a chance to respond, Azzi leaned in and kissed her, her lips soft and warm, stealing away any remark Paige might’ve had.

Just as Paige was about to deepen the kiss, Azzi pulled back, her lips brushing against Paige’s ear as she murmured, “Stay right here.” She stepped away, and Paige’s hands reluctantly slipped from her waist.

Paige watched, her gaze glued to Azzi as she made her way to the drink table, her every move effortlessly commanding people's attention. Azzi grabbed two shot cups, filling them quickly before pouring a third. She returned moments later, pressing one of the cups into Paige’s hand while holding the other two herself.

“For me?” Paige asked, her eyebrow raised in playful suspicion as she glanced at the two cups Azzi held.

Azzi grinned, raising one in a small toast. “For both of us,” she said, tipping her head back and downing the first shot before Paige could reply.

Paige chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re crazy,” she muttered, lifting her own cup. They hit them together, Paige knocking hers back as Azzi took her second.

Azzi wiped her lips with finger and grabbed Paige’s hand, pulling her gently toward the crowd. “Come on,” she said, her smile carefree, her fingers lacing loosely with Paige’s.

Paige followed willingly, her body already buzzing—not just from the few shots she took before the party but from Azzi’s touch, her energy. "Lead the way," she said, her eyes fixed on Azzi like no one else existed.

…

Azzi and Paige spent the first half of the party with their team, fully immersed in the usual chaos of drinking games, jokes, and back and forth. Paige had her arm slung casually around Azzi’s waist or shoulders for most of it, but as the night wore on and the alcohol started to hit harder, the two of them began to drift into their own world—a familiar pattern by now.

The team noticed it too, exchanging knowing glances but not saying much. They’d seen this before and weren’t about to interfere. By unspoken agreement, they let the two go.

Paige, now drunk and far less reserved than usual, was doing exactly what Azzi thought she would. She was all over her—hands lingering on Azzi’s waist or hips, pulling her closer whenever she got the chance. Her lips hovered close to Azzi’s ear, murmuring things only Azzi could hear.

Azzi didn’t mind. In fact, she reveled in it. The way Paige was so unapologetically into her, even in front of everyone, made her feel a kind of warmth she hadn’t realized she craved. She leaned into Paige’s touch, letting herself be pulled into her orbit completely.

At one point, Paige brushed her knuckles lightly along Azzi’s jaw, her lips curving into a smirk. “You were right, y’know,” she whispered.

Azzi raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress the smile tugging at her lips. “About what?”

“About me when I’m drunk,” Paige murmured, leaning in so close that Azzi could feel her breath against her skin. “I really can’t keep my hands off you.”

Azzi laughed softly, her cheeks warming, and turned to face Paige fully. “I noticed,” she said, as she slid her hands up Paige’s chest, hooking her fingers lightly around Paige’s chain.

Paige tilted her head, her eyes dark as her hands rested firmly on Azzi’s waist. “What can I say? You make it hard to behave.”

Azzi shook her head, biting her lip as she laughed. “You’re ridiculous baby.” But there was no mistaking the way her eyes lingered on Paige, full of affection.

Paige grinned, leaning in again, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear as she whispered, “You love it.”

And she did. She really, really did.

Right now, they were sitting on the couch, Azzi perched comfortably in Paige’s lap with her legs crossed. Azzi had one hand resting lightly on Paige’s shoulder, the other holding a half-empty cup, while Paige’s hands settled naturally on her waist. Paige leaned in closer as she mumbled in Azzi’s ear.

“I love when you wear your hair back like this,” Paige said.

Azzi let out a quiet laugh, tilting her head slightly as she turned to look at Paige. “Why?” she asked, though the corner of her lips twitched with a knowing smile.

Paige’s eyes flickered down to her neck, a smirk forming. “Because your neck is exposed,” she said, her voice dropping lower. “It’s so sexy.”

Azzi laughed again. “My neck is sexy?” she teased, arching an eyebrow at her girlfriend, though her cheeks were tinged with a faint blush.

“Mhm,” Paige hummed, leaning in to press a series of light kisses along the curve of Azzi’s neck. Her lips lingered just enough to make Azzi’s breath hitch as her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, leaning into the contact.

Azzi mumbled, her voice soft but with a slight edge of warning. “You need to behave.”

Paige chuckled, her breath warm against Azzi’s skin. “I am behaving baby,” she murmured, though her hands on Azzi’s waist tightened slightly, pulling her just a little closer.

“No, you’re not,” Azzi replied, her voice softer now, but her slight smile was still there. She leaned back slightly, just enough to look Paige in the eye.

Paige shrugged, clearly unbothered by the accusation. “I can’t help it. You’re just sitting here looking like that,” she said.

“Looking like what?” Azzi asked, tilting her head as she bit back a smile.

“Like you’re mine,” Paige replied smoothly, her words so confident and sincere that Azzi’s cheeks warmed more.

Azzi leaned forward slightly, her lips brushing against Paige’s ear as she whispered, “I am yours.”

Paige hummed low in her throat, her eyes darkening as she trailed a finger up Azzi’s side. “Then let me kiss you properly,” Paige murmured, already leaning in to kiss Azzi’s neck again.

Azzi let out a quiet laugh, trying to regain her composure even as her resolve melted under Paige’s touch. “You’re being bad,” she whispered, though she didn’t move to stop Paige.

“You love it,” Paige shot back, grinning against Azzi’s skin as she planted another soft kiss.

Azzi tilted her head slightly to give Paige better access before she caught herself. “You’re going to get us caught,” she murmured, her voice a little weaker now.

Paige pulled back just slightly, her lips still close to Azzi’s ear. “I don’t care. Let them see how much I love you,” she whispered, her tone so sincere that Azzi couldn’t help but lean into her again.

Azzi melted a little more, her resolve slipping completely as she gave in to the moment. But before either of them could take it further, they were interrupted by one of their friends suddenly plopping down on the couch next to them, breaking the moment entirely.

Kayla plopped down on the couch, completely oblivious to the intensity of the moment she had interrupted. Azzi leaned back slightly, trying to put some space between her and Paige, but Paige groaned at the loss of closeness, her hands instinctively tightening on Azzi’s waist in protest.

Azzi, noticing the slight pout forming on Paige’s lips, leaned in to whisper something softly in her ear. Whatever it was, made Paige’s expression relax instantly, her grip loosening slightly, though her eyes still lingered on Azzi with obvious longing.

Kayla, entirely unaware, held up a j between her fingers, glancing between the two. “Y’all want in?” she offered casually. The team only really smoked here and there during the offseason.

Paige shook her head with a quick, “Nah, I’m good,” but she caught the way Azzi’s eyes lingered on it just a little too long.

Paige smiled, leaning back slightly to get a better look at Azzi. “You wanna try it?” she asked

Azzi hesitated, her brows furrowing slightly. “I don’t know... How will it make me feel?”

Paige sat up, her lips brushing Azzi’s ear as she said, “It’ll make you feel euphoric baby.”

Her fingertip trailed slowly up and down Azzi’s leg, her movements featherlight, the alcohol clearly loosening her. “It’ll make touches like this,” Paige murmured, her voice a little husky, “feel... heightened.”

Azzi swallowed, her body stiffening slightly as Paige’s words sank in. “It slows everything down for you,” Paige continued, her fingertip never stopping its slow path along Azzi’s skin. “So you feel everything.”

Azzi swallowed hard, her throat dry as she tried to fight the way her body reacted to Paige’s touch. She uncrossed and then re-crossed her legs, shifting slightly in Paige’s lap as her gaze dropped to the floor for a moment.

Finally, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”

Paige smiled at her, as she took the j from Kayla and handed it to Azzi, explaining to her how to hit it. Kayla watched the exchange with mild interest, still completely oblivious to the tension that was in the air.

Azzi took her first hit a little too strongly, her inexperience showing as she immediately broke into a coughing fit. Paige chuckled softly, her tone warm as she handed Azzi a water bottle. “Here, goofball,” she teased, her free hand rubbing gentle circles on Azzi’s back.

Kayla grinned at the scene, clearly amused. “Just shotgun it for her, P,” she suggested casually, leaning back on the couch.

Paige immediately smiled at the idea, her eyes flicking over to Azzi, whose brows furrowed slightly in confusion. Noticing Azzi’s puzzled look, Paige took the j from her hand. Her voice softened as she explained, “Just inhale softly when I get close to you.”

Azzi nodded, her lips parting slightly in anticipation, her confusion fading into curiosity. Paige brought the joint to her lips and took a slow, practiced pull, the motion smooth, her confidence making it clear she’d done this before. The way she ghosted the smoke, letting it curl out slightly before pulling it back in, had Azzi's stomach flipping, a subtle ache building between her legs.

Paige leaned in close, so close their lips were just a breath apart but didn’t quite touch. The faint scent of Paige’s cologne mingled with the smoke, and Azzi’s heart skipped a beat. Paige exhaled slowly, blowing the smoke toward Azzi’s lips in a controlled stream. Azzi inhaled instinctively, her movements guided by Paige’s confidence, and this time, it was much smoother.

When Paige finally pulled back, the distance between them still intimate, her lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. “Good?” she asked.

Azzi’s gaze remained locked on Paige, a mix of awe and desire shining in her eyes. She nodded, unable to hide the faint blush creeping across her cheeks. “Yeah... good,” she murmured, her voice a little breathier than she intended.

Paige’s smirk deepened as she settled back into the couch, her fingers brushing against Azzi’s thigh. Azzi glanced away for a moment, trying to compose herself, but the slight grin tugging at her lips betrayed how much the moment had affected her.

Azzi and Paige shotgunned a few more times, each one pulling them further into a haze of euphoria. Both of their eyes were low now, their bodies relaxed and warm from the mix of alcohol and weed. Azzi leaned closer into Paige, her fingers lazily tracing up and down Paige’s chest and neck.

Paige’s lips quirked up as she watched Azzi, who was smiling at her in that slow, dreamy way that always managed to make Paige’s heart skip. The substances were starting to hit Paige fully now, her limbs heavy, her thoughts pleasantly fuzzy. She thought about how deeply relaxed she felt and realized that if she was feeling it, Azzi—who was less experienced—had to be feeling it even more.

Paige chuckled softly at Azzi, her tone affectionate. “Alright, you’re done, princess,” she said, gently taking Azzi’s drink from her hand and placing it on the table beside them.

Azzi immediately pouted, her lips forming an adorable frown as she protested. “What? Nooo, I’m fine,” she murmured, her words slightly slurred as she tried to reach for the drink again.

Paige raised an eyebrow, amused but firm, easily keeping the drink out of Azzi’s reach. “Mmhmm, sure you are,” Paige teased, brushing a strand of hair out of Azzi’s face. “But we’re not about to have you blacking out on me.”

Azzi huffed dramatically, crossing her arms but still leaning into Paige’s chest. “You’re no fun,” she mumbled, though the smile tugging at her lips gave her away.

Paige grinned, leaning down to kiss the top of Azzi’s head. “Yeah, well, someone’s gotta make sure you don’t embarrass yourself,” she teased.

Azzi tilted her head to look up at Paige, her eyes half-lidded but shining with fondness. “I wouldn’t embarrass myself,” she murmured, her fingers now tracing slow circles over Paige’s collarbone. “You’d take care of me, wouldn’t you?”

Paige’s heart softened at the vulnerability in Azzi’s voice, and she smiled, her hand sliding to rest gently on Azzi’s hip. “Always baby,” she said simply, her tone carrying a sincerity that made Azzi’s pout melt into a soft smile.

After some time, Kayla left Paige and Azzi to their own world again, sensing she was intruding. Now, Azzi was completely wrapped around Paige, sitting sideways in her lap so she had better access. Azzi’s lips trailed over Paige’s neck as she mumbled about how pretty Paige was.

Paige, the effects of the alcohol and weed softening all her inhibitions, leaned fully into the attention. Her hands roamed lazily across Azzi’s legs. “You’re sexy,” Paige murmured, as her fingers brushed the hem of Azzi’s shorts.

Azzi smiled against Paige’s skin, her lips finding a sweet spot just below her jaw. She began to suck gently, her tongue flicking over the sensitive area. Paige sighed, tilting her head to give Azzi more room, completely lost in the sensation.

“You’re so perfect,” Azzi whispered between kisses, her voice barely audible but enough to make Paige shiver.

Paige’s hands tightened on Azzi’s thighs, her grip tight, as she hummed, “Baby, you gotta stop.”

Azzi pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against Paige’s ear. “Why?” she mumbled.

Paige groaned softly, leaning her head back against the couch. “Feels too good.”

Azzi chuckled, as she placed another open-mouthed kiss on her neck. “Isn’t that a good thing?” she teased, her hands brushing up Paige’s sides.

Paige hummed again, her eyes fluttering shut. “It’s a great thing,” she said, her voice strained. “But not when all these people are around.”

Azzi laughed softly at that, pulling back just enough to look at Paige, her smile playful. “They’re wasted,” she said, gesturing subtly to the crowded room. “Ignore them.”

Paige glanced around, realizing Azzi was right. The party was packed, with most of the people in a haze of their own drunken bliss, paying no attention to anyone else. That thought didn’t stop the heat crawling up Paige’s neck, though.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Paige muttered.

Azzi smiled at that, leaning back in just enough to press her lips to Paige’s neck again. Her kisses were slow and deliberate, her mouth leaving small marks across Paige’s skin. She wasn’t shy about her affection, even on the couch in front of everyone.

Eventually, Paige let out a low groan and tilted her head, grabbing Azzi by the jaw and pulling her into a kiss. It was slow but deep, their lips moving together as if no one else was around. The kiss lingered, the party noise fading into the background for a moment, before they pulled back, their foreheads brushing.

Azzi’s fingers played with the hem of Paige’s shirt as her eyes drifted up to meet hers. “I want you so bad,” she murmured.

Paige hummed, leaning closer as her lips brushed Azzi’s ear. “Tell me more,” she teased, her tone encouraging, fully enjoying how Azzi clung to her words.

Azzi shifted in Paige’s lap, her body pressing closer as her hands wandered to Paige’s shoulders. “You drive me crazy, P,” she admitted softly. “You have no idea how hard it is to be around you and not...you know” She trailed off, biting her lip as her cheeks flushed slightly.

Paige smirked, her lips grazing Azzi’s jaw as she said, “I think I do.” Her hands slid up Azzi’s thighs, close enough to make Azzi exhale sharply.

They both knew nothing was going to happen until later, but the tension between them grew heavier with every second, the anticipation building with no outlet.

Just as Azzi leaned in to kiss her again, Paige’s body stiffened. Her arms instinctively wrapped tighter around Azzi’s waist, her playful expression dropping.

Azzi frowned, noticing the change in Paige’s energy. “What’s wrong baby?” she asked softly, her voice laced with concern.

Paige didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes were fixed on someone across the room. Azzi followed her gaze and immediately spotted what—or rather who—had caught Paige’s attention.

Amber.

She was standing near the kitchen, laughing at something one of their teammates said, trying to ignore Paige’s sharp glare.

Azzi’s brows furrowed as she turned back to Paige. “It’s fine P” she said quietly, leaning in closer so only Paige could hear.

Paige clenched her jaw, trying to play it off, but the way her fingers dug slightly into Azzi’s waist gave her away. “She shouldn’t even be here,” Paige muttered.

Azzi cupped Paige’s cheek gently, forcing her to look away from Amber and back at her. “Hey,” she whispered. “She’s not worth it. I’m here with you, end of story.”

Paige exhaled, her body relaxing slightly under Azzi’s touch. “You’re right, I’m sorry” she admitted, her voice quieter now.

Azzi smiled softly, brushing her thumb against Paige’s cheek. “I always am,” she teased, earning a faint smile from Paige as she leaned in for a kiss.

Paige and Azzi slipped effortlessly back into their bubble, the rest of the room fading into irrelevance as Azzi coaxed Paige into the same haze she was in. Azzi’s hands were in Paige’s hair, guiding her as their lips moved lazily against each other.

Paige’s lips traveled down Azzi’s neck, pressing soft kisses to her exposed skin, her hands resting on Azzi’s thighs. Azzi let her head fall back slightly, her fingers tangling in Paige’s hair as a faint hum escaped her lips.

It was at this moment that Amber decided to walk over, her presence interrupting them. “Azzi,” she called, her voice loud enough to cut through the haze. “Can I talk to you?”

Azzi opened her eyes, looking up slowly, and Amber was immediately struck by the expression on her face. It wasn’t just the alcohol or the weed—it was the clear desire Azzi held for Paige. The way her lips were swollen, her eyes half-lidded as she pushed Paige further into her, it was a sight that made Amber’s jaw clench tightly.

Paige, meanwhile, didn’t even glance up. She stayed exactly where she was, her lips still brushing over Azzi’s neck, her movements unbothered by Amber’s presence. Azzi didn’t stop her, one hand still in Paige’s hair as she looked at Amber.

“About what?” Azzi asked.

Amber’s discomfort was clear as she shifted on her feet. “You know… just about how we left things,” she said awkwardly, her eyes flickering between Azzi and Paige, who was still trailing kisses up Azzi’s neck.

Azzi stared at Amber for a moment, her expression unreadable, before finally gesturing to the empty space on the couch. “Go ahead.” she said calmly.

Amber hesitated for a moment, clearly uncomfortable with Paige’s presence, but she eventually sat down, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.

Paige finally paused her kisses, resting her chin on Azzi’s shoulder, her hooded eyes trailing over Amber with curiosity, sizing her up without much effort. A faint smirk tugged at Paige’s lips, and she leaned closer to Azzi, whispering, "You want me to go?"

Azzi didn’t hesitate. “No,” she murmured, sliding Paige’s hand higher on her thigh, her fingers intertwining over Paige’s for emphasis. The small action felt intimate. Then, Azzi turned back to Amber, her posture calm but clearly a little disinterested. “Go ahead,” she said.

Amber glanced between the two of them, her jaw tightening at the way Paige’s fingers lightly brushed against Azzi’s leg. Still, Amber pushed forward. “Look, Azzi, I just…” she started, her voice faltering. She sighed heavily before finding her words again. “I just want to apologize—for how I acted when we first got to UConn. I was... immature, and I didn’t treat you the way you deserved to be treated.”

Azzi nodded slightly, her expression unreadable.

Amber shifted uncomfortably under the weight of Azzi’s silence but continued. “I didn’t know how to handle things back then. I got caught up in my own insecurities, but I can see now that… you’re incredible. You always have been. I know I could’ve treated you better. And I just—I don’t want there to be bad blood between us.”

Azzi finally responded. “I appreciate the apology, Amber. I do,” she said, her eyes meeting Amber’s briefly before they flicked back to Paige, who had started idly playing with Azzi’s fingers as she scrolled on her phone. Azzi gently tugged Paige’s hand back, keeping her attention on her rather than her phone or anything else. “But it’s been a long time since then, and I’ve moved on from that. I’m not holding onto any resentment, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Amber’s face softened slightly,m, but before she could say more, Azzi leaned back into Paige’s touch. “I’m glad you’re in a better place, though,” she added, the words polite but distant.

Amber hesitated, her gaze flickering between them again. “I just wanted you to know that I see you now. I see what I missed back then, and—”

Azzi cut her off gently but firmly. “Amber, I hear you,” she said, her hand absently tightening over Paige’s. “And I appreciate the effort. But like I said, I’ve moved on.” Her gaze shifted entirely to Paige, who was staring into space, for a second, her tone softening as if Paige were the only person in the room. “You good baby?”

Paige blinked a few times coming back to reality, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear as she whispered, “I’m perfect.”

Azzi let out a quiet hum, her lips curling into a soft smile at Paige’s words. But before they could fully settle back into their bubble, Amber cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

“Azzi look,” Amber started, her tone hesitant but laced with a hint of hope. “I know I messed up before, and I don’t expect things to just go back to how they were. But… do you think maybe we could try again? Like, really try?”

Paige’s smile faltered, her expression hardening slightly as she subtly tightened her grip on Azzi’s thigh. Azzi, however, didn’t react much, her eyes locking on Amber.

“Amber,” Azzi said, her voice steady, “That’s not going to happen.”

Amber blinked, taken aback by the immediacy of Azzi’s response. “Why not? I mean it was almost three years…” She glanced at Paige, a slight edge creeping into her tone. “Are you and Paige even serious? Or is this just some… thing you’re doing?”

Paige raised an eyebrow at the question, her smirk returning. She leaned back slightly, letting Azzi handle it.

“What Paige and I have isn’t any of your business,” she said . “But even if she wasn’t in the picture, the answer would still be no. We’re not going back to that.”

Amber frowned, her jaw tightening. “I’ve changed,” she insisted. “I wouldn’t treat you the way I did before.”

“I’m sure you have,” Azzi replied. “But I’ve changed too. And what I want now? It’s not someone you.”

The words hung in the air for a moment. Amber looked like she wanted to argue, but she caught the way Azzi’s hand shifted to intertwine with Paige’s fingers, her thumb brushing lightly over Paige’s knuckles.

Amber exhaled sharply, standing up. “Right,” she muttered, avoiding their gazes. “Well, good luck with… whatever this is Azzi, I’m glad you were able to move on so fast.”

Paige let out a low chuckle as Amber walked away, her smirk growing. “Whatever this is, huh?” she teased, her voice amused.

Azzi turned back to Paige, her expression softening immediately as she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Paige’s lips.

…

A bit later Paige made her way back from the makeshift bar, two drinks in hand. As she weaved through the crowd, Amber bumped her shoulder—hard enough to make her notice what she would usually brush off at a party. Whether it was intentional or not wasn’t clear, but the look Amber gave her suggested it might have been.

Paige’s jaw tightened as she forced herself to keep walking. There was no point in starting something here—not with so many people watching, and definitely not with Azzi waiting for her.

When she finally reached Azzi, she handed her the drink with a tight smile before tilting her head back and downing her own in one go. Azzi raised an eyebrow, amused, watching Paige set the empty cup down.

“Oh?” Azzi said, a teasing tone in her voice. “What’s got you all fired up?”

Paige smirked, brushing it off. “I wanna dance.”

Azzi hummed, as she downed her own drink. She set her cup aside and slipped her fingers through Paige’s, tugging her toward the crowded part of the house.

“Come on, then,” Azzi said as she glanced over her shoulder at Paige.

Paige chuckled, the tension from earlier fading as she let Azzi pull her closer to the sound of the music and the crowd. It wasn’t long before their world narrowed again, the sway of their bodies and the energy between them overtaking everything else.

The music pulsed around them, but Paige and Azzi were completely absorbed in each other, their bodies moving in sync.

Paige hadn’t forgotten about her bet with Nika. Her mind worked as she danced, planting subtle seeds with every touch—her hands trailing just a little slower along Azzi’s hips, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear whenever she spoke. "You like this, don’t you?" Paige murmured, as her fingers skimmed Azzi’s waistline. “How close I’m keeping you?”

Azzi chuckled softly. "Don’t start something you can’t finish, P," Azzi replied, her voice equally as sultry, her eyes sparkling with challenge. But Azzi was leaving her own seeds. Her hands drifted over Paige’s back and slid up into her hair, nails grazing her scalp just enough to send a shiver down Paige’s spine.

“You’re doing it again,” Paige said with a smirk, leaning closer.

“Doing what?” Azzi’s lips brushed against Paige’s cheek, her fingers lightly tracing down the back of her neck.

“Trying to make me lose my mind,” Paige muttered.

“I thought we agreed you weren’t going to hold back tonight,” Azzi countered, tugging Paige’s face closer until their noses brushed. “So why are you holding back now?”

Paige raised a brow, her smirk deepening. "I’m not holding back. I’m planting seeds."

Azzi’s laugh was soft. “And what kind of seeds are you planting?”

“The kind that’ll have you begging later,” Paige whispered against Azzi’s ear.

Azzi smiled at this, leaning in to kiss Paige’s neck a few times.

At that moment, Paige’s eyes wandered over Azzi’s shoulder, locking with Amber’s across the room. Amber was leaning against a wall, her expression unreadable, though her gaze lingered a little too long.

Azzi noticed almost immediately. Her brow arched as she leaned in, her lips grazing Paige’s ear. “Why,” she murmured, “are you looking at my ex and not me?”

Paige’s lips quirked into a smirk as her eyes shifted back to Azzi’s. “She bumped into me earlier.”

Azzi tilted her head, her lips curling into a smile as she hummed thoughtfully. Her hand came up, fingers softly brushing along Paige’s jaw before sliding to her throat. She applied the lightest pressure, enough to make Paige’s breath hitch. “Hmm,” Azzi mused. “Sounds like she’s jealous.”

Before Paige could respond, Azzi closed the distance between them, pulling her in for a kiss that was anything but subtle. Their tongues tangled immediately, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Paige gripped Azzi’s waist, pulling her closer, while Azzi’s free hand found its way into Paige’s hair, her nails grazing her scalp.

The room around them blurred as they lost themselves in the kiss, the rest of the party fading into irrelevance. When they finally pulled back, their foreheads pressed together, Paige let out a soft chuckle.

Azzi’s smirk was playful, her lips still swollen from the kiss, “Feel better?”

Paige grinned, her eyes darkening as she leaned in closer, their lips nearly brushing again. “Mmm... not yet.”

In one swift motion, Paige turned them around, pressing Azzi’s back against the wall. Her fingers wrapped firmly around Azzi’s neck, not enough to hurt but enough to make Azzi’s breath hitch and her eyes widen in anticipation. Paige pulled her into a kiss, this one deeper, more aggressive. Azzi moaned softly into Paige’s mouth, her hands clutching at Paige’s hips as she melted into the moment.

When Paige finally pulled back, a smirk played on her lips, her hand still lingering lightly around Azzi’s throat. “I’m good now,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing.

Azzi, wasn’t done. Her eyes were completely dazed, a dreamy smile curling her lips as she bit down on her bottom lip, her teeth tugging at it. Paige chuckled, shaking her head. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Azzi asked, her eyelashes fluttering innocently, though her tone and the slight pout of her lips gave away her bratty intentions.

Paige arched a brow, her smirk widening. “You know why.”

Azzi tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with playful defiance. “I want you to tell me,” she said. Her hands slid up under Paige’s shirt, her nails dragging lightly along Paige’s stomach in a way that made Paige’s muscles tense.

“Stop,” Paige said.

Azzi shook her head, her lips curling into a smug little smile. “No.” Her defiance was clear, the glint in her eyes showed she was testing Paige on purpose, fully aware of the effect she was having.

Paige exhaled sharply, her jaw tightening as she looked at Azzi. “Stop being a brat.”

Azzi fluttered her lashes again, leaning in closer as her lips brushed against Paige’s jaw. “Make me,” she whispered, her fingers now lightly tracing along the waistband of Paige’s sweats.

Paige’s eyes darkened, her hand tightening ever so slightly around Azzi’s neck as her other hand slid to Azzi’s hip, gripping it firmly. “Azzi,” she warned. Her smirk betrayed just how much she enjoyed the game Azzi was playing.

Azzi just grinned, her defiance still there as her hands rested under Paige’s shirt, her fingertips tracing teasing patterns against her skin. “Yes baby?” she murmured.

Paige tilted her head, her smirk growing as her thumb brushed against Azzi’s jawline. “Why you being a brat, princess?”

Azzi’s grin widened as she leaned in slightly, her lips almost brushing Paige’s. “Because you like it.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, her grip on Azzi’s neck tightening just enough to make her gasp softly. “I do?”

Azzi nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip before she bit it teasingly. “Mhm,” she hummed, her eyes half-lidded as she stared at Paige.

For a while, they didn’t say anything, the tension between them suffocating. Paige’s hand stayed firmly around Azzi’s neck, her thumb tracing slow circles along her throat, while Azzi’s fingers continued their lazy movements against Paige’s stomach.

Then Azzi leaned in, her lips brushing Paige’s ear as she whispered, “Take me home.”

And with that Paige was tugging Azzi out of the party.

…

As soon as they stepped into Paige’s room and the door clicked shut, Azzi was on her. Her hands found Paige’s face, pulling her into a deep, hungry kiss as though they hadn’t been in each other’s orbit all night. Within seconds, Azzi’s shirt was discarded, and her hands were tugging at Paige’s Nike tech zip-up, impatiently peeling it off her shoulders.

Paige chuckled against her lips, helping Azzi shove the jacket off her shoulders before Azzi’s fingers hooked under her white tee, yanking it over her head in one swift motion. Their lips crashed back together, the kiss desperate as they stumbled toward the bed, their bodies pressed tightly together.

They barely made it before Paige’s knees hit the mattress, and they tumbled onto it, Azzi landing on her back with Paige falling on top of her. Both of them burst into soft, breathless laughter, their foreheads resting together for a fleeting moment before Azzi’s hands slid up Paige’s bare back, pulling her closer.

“You’re eager,” Paige teased, as she leaned down, brushing her lips against Azzi’s again.

Azzi smiled against her lips, her nails lightly raking along Paige’s back. “You make me like this,” she murmured, before pulling Paige back into another kiss that left no room for words.

As their lips broke apart for a brief second, Paige brushed her thumb along Azzi’s jawline, her blue eyes lidded and dark with a mix of desire and the lingering effects of the night. Azzi gazed up at her, chest rising and falling rapidly, her lips swollen.

“You’re so beautiful,” Paige murmured, her voice rough, barely above a whisper, before leaning down to kiss Azzi again, her lips lingering against hers.

Azzi let out a small hum, sliding her hands along Paige’s waist before tangling her fingers in her hair, tugging just enough to make Paige gasp softly into her mouth. “You talk too much,” Azzi teased against her lips, as her legs wrapped tighter around Paige’s waist.

Paige chuckled, her hand trailing down Azzi’s side as she pulled back just slightly to look at her. “You love it,” she whispered, her smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Azzi grinned but didn’t respond, instead pulling Paige back in for another kiss, this one deeper and slower, her nails lightly grazing the nape of Paige’s neck. After a moment, Azzi stilled, both her hands cupping Paige’s face, stopping her in her tracks. Paige froze, her breath coming out ragged as she stared down at Azzi.

Azzi’s dark brown eyes locked onto Paige’s, her gaze soft. She licked her lips, her voice low as she said, “Don’t hold back tonight.”

“I know, baby,” Paige replied softly, her voice strained.

But Azzi shook her head, her grip on Paige’s face tightening just slightly. “No,” she whispered, her tone more commanding this time. “Don’t stop and ask me how I am. Don’t ask me how I’m feeling, if I’m okay—none of it. Just don’t hold back.”

Paige clenched her jaw at Azzi’s words, the weight of her trust and permission sinking into her. Her hand slid up to Azzi’s cheek, her thumb brushing over her lips as she searched Azzi’s eyes. “Are you sure?”

Azzi nodded, pulling Paige’s face closer to hers, their foreheads nearly touching. “I promise I’ll be okay,” Azzi whispered.

Paige exhaled shakily, her restraint wavering as she nodded back. “Okay,” she murmured before Azzi tugged her down into a kiss that obliterated any remaining hesitation Paige had left.

They stayed tangled in each other's lips for a while, both of them breathless as Paige hovered over Azzi, her weight resting on her forearm as her free hand traced slow patterns over the bare skin of Azzi’s stomach. She dragged her fingers down, teasing the edge of Azzi’s waistband before moving back up, earning a sharp inhale from Azzi. Paige’s lips curled into a small smile as she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Azzi’s collarbone.

“I told you,” Paige murmured against her skin, “It’s different when you just let yourself feel it.”

Azzi’s breath hitched as Paige’s lips trailed along her neck. Her body arched slightly beneath Paige, the heightened sensations amplified by the lingering effects of the alcohol and what she smoked. “Feels so good,” Azzi mumbled, her voice breathy, as she tilted her head to give Paige more access.

Paige chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against Azzi’s skin. “I know it does,” she whispered into her ear.

Paige’s hand continued its exploration, her fingertips ghosting over Azzi’s sides and down her thighs, her touch so light it was almost maddening. She dragged her fingers up the inside of Azzi’s arm, across her ribs, and then back down to the curve of her hip, never staying in one place long enough to satisfy. Azzi squirmed, her breaths coming quicker as her hands fisted the sheets beneath her.

“Paige,” Azzi whispered, her tone needy and frustrated.

“Mmm?” Paige hummed, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear as she spoke.

Azzi whimpered softly, her hands moving to grip Paige’s back, her nails lightly scratching at her skin. Paige smirked, kissing a slow path down Azzi’s neck to her shoulder, pausing to nip gently at her skin before soothing it with her tongue.

“You’re so sensitive right now,” Paige murmured. “Every little touch, every kiss... you feel it everywhere, don’t you?”

Azzi let out a shaky exhale, her head nodding slightly as her eyes fluttered shut. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Paige’s hand slid higher, her fingers tracing the outline of Azzi’s ribs before she pressed her palm flat against her sternum, feeling the rapid thrum of Azzi’s heartbeat. “You’re already worked up,” Paige said softly. “And I haven’t even really started yet.”

Azzi opened her eyes, her gaze hazy as she met Paige’s intense blue ones. She licked her lips, her voice trembling slightly as she said, “You’re so unfair.”

Paige grinned, dipping her head to capture Azzi’s lips in a slow, deep kiss that leaves her captivated.

Before Azzi’s thoughts can catch up Paige is sliding her hand in her shorts and pushing two fingers in her, making her jaw drop at the feeling. Paige smiles down at Azzi feeling how easy it is for her to move her fingers in and out mumbling, “Fuck baby this all for me?”

Azzi’s hips lift instinctively as she pushes herself further into Paige, her body reacting to the slow pace of Paige’s fingers. “Mhmm,” she hummed breathlessly, her voice shaky as she let her eyes flutter closed for a moment.

Paige clicked her tongue softly, her hand stalling as she pulls them out. “Use your words,” she said, as she looked at Azzi. “Tell me.”

Azzi let out a small whimper, forcing her eyes open to meet Paige’s gaze. “Yes fuck,” she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s all for you Paige.”

A pleased hum escaped Paige as she leaned down, brushing her lips against Azzi’s collarbone before kissing her way up to her jaw as she slides her fingers back in. “That’s my girl,” she murmured against her skin, her words sending a rush through Azzi.

Azzi squirmed beneath her, feeling like she felt Paige all over her skin. Everything felt so heightened and Azzi felt like she wouldn’t last long. Paige tilted her head, studying her like she was committing every little reaction to memory. “Tell me how it feels,” Paige demanded softly, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear as she spoke.

Azzi’s breath came in short gasps as she struggled to gather herself to speak, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her. A few shaky whimpers slipped past her lips before she finally managed to look Paige in the eyes again. “You always make me feel so good baby. I can never get enough,” Azzi whispered, her voice raw.

Paige smirks at this, her fingers moving a little faster in Azzi as she moved closer, “You’re so desperate for me aren’t you.”

Azzi gasped softly at the shift in Paige’s demeanor, her nails digging into Paige’s back. “Yes, fuck I—I am baby I want more. I need—” she started, but Paige didn’t let her finish as she adds a third finger making Azzi’s words falter.

Azzi’s lips parted, her breath hitching as she arched beneath Paige. “Fuck you’re so deep Paige,” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly as she rocks against Paige basically riding her fingers as she grinds down on her.

Paige meets Azzi’s rhythm pushing herself in deeper. Azzi whimpered again, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Shit…oh my God,” her voice trembling.

A groan escapes Paige’s lips at the feeling of Azzi taking her so easily. She leans down to kiss her, their lips moving together sloppily as Azzi whines in Paige’s mouth at the feeling pooling between her legs.

As Paige’s lips moved against Azzi’s, she felt the soft, desperate murmurs slipping past Azzi’s mouth. “Paige... baby, I need more,” Azzi panted between kisses, her fingers digging into Paige’s shoulders at the feeling of her fingers curling inside of her.

Paige pulled back just slightly, her lips brushing against Azzi’s as she smirked down at her. “Whatchu need mama?” she asked, her blue eyes dark and locked on Azzi’s face filled with pleasure.

Azzi’s breathing hitched, her hips lifting slightly as her hands trailed down Paige’s arms. “More,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Fuck—I just need more.”

Paige chuckled softly, the sound a little rough as she tilted her head, her lips ghosting over Azzi’s jaw. “More of what, baby?” she pressed, her fingers dragging out of Azzi completely before pressing them back in, sending shivers through her. “You gotta tell me.”

Azzi’s head tipped back, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she tried to form the words, her body practically vibrating beneath Paige. “I want your mouth baby—” she finally managed, her voice small but drenched in need.

Paige’s smirk deepened, her eyes glinting as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear. “That’s all you had to say,” she murmured as she lowers herself down Azzi’s body stopping to kiss and suck here and there.

Paige pulls her fingers out making Azzi whine at the loss as she’s bringing them to her lips. “Clean them up for me, baby,” Paige murmured, pressing them gently against Azzi’s lips.

Azzi didn’t hesitate, parting her lips and taking Paige’s fingers in, her tongue brushing over each of them slowly cleaning everything up. Her eyes fluttered shut, a soft, satisfied hum escaping her throat. “Mhmm...”

Paige watched her intently, the corner of her mouth twitching into a grin. “You like the way you taste?” she asked, her thumb brushing along Azzi’s chin as she held her gaze.

Azzi nodded, her lips still wrapped around Paige’s fingers, her eyes heavy as they flicked up to meet hers. She pulled back just slightly, her breath warm against Paige’s fingers as she whispered, “I love it.”

Paige chuckled, her smirk growing as she used both hands to pull off Azzi’s shorts and underwear slowly. “Good girl,” she murmured.

Azzi whines when Paige blows on her center teasing her but it’s quickly replaced by a moan when Paige licks it slowly taking her sweet time. Paige laps at Azzi slowly a hum escaping her throat at the way Azzi tastes like.

The gentleness of it isn’t enough for Azzi who’s been worked up all night so she starts pushing her hips into Paige. Paige smirks up at her getting the hint as she presses her tongue more firmly against Azzi.

Azzi immediately throws her head back wrapping on of her legs around Paige to bring her closer as she moans out “Mmm just like that baby.”

Paige chuckles at this as she murmurs against Azzi, “Feels good pretty?”

Azzi immediately responds “Sshh be quiet just eat me baby feels to good,” using one of her hands to push Paige’s face closer into her so she can’t speak.

Paige immediately pushes herself back. Using both of her hands on Azzi’s hips

to separate her from Azzi’s center causing Azzi to whine. “Who the fuck are you talking to like that?”

Azzi doesn’t say anything she just desperately tries to push hips up but Paige’s hands are pressing them down into the mattress. “Answer me when I’m talking to you.”

Azzi locks eyes with Paige a small smirk on her lips, a deep contrast to her hazy low eyes. “I’m talking to you.”

Paige raises her eyebrows at this chuckling a little as she nods her head slowly. “Alright remember that.”

Paige lowers herself back down attaching her lips to Azzi who immediately hums at the feeling, not even thinking about the consequences she knew she was going to get later.

Paige works her tongue against Azzi perfectly. Switching between lapping at Azzi completely and sucking, knowing exactly how to get Azzi where she wants her. Azzi is completely lost in the way Paige is eating her as she tangles her hands in her hair “Oh fuck… oh my god baby just like that.”

Paige laps at Azzi faster and a high pitched moan falls from Azzi’s lips as she pushes her hips up to meet Paige each time she swirls her tongue. Not long after Azzi’s legs start to shake slightly, the feeling in her stomach getting tight as she looses the rhythm she had with Paige moaning out “Yes yes fuck I’m so close baby keep going…”

Hearing this Paige immediately uses both hands to push against Azzi’s hips separating them as she stands up. Azzi’s eyes snap open at this “Paige what the fuck?”

Paige doesn’t even look at her as she walks toward the closet. “Shut the fuck up and sit there and wait.”

Azzi propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes narrowing slightly. She wanted to be annoyed but the tone in Paige’s voice made any irritation she had give way to excitement

She bit her lip, shifting slightly on the bed as she watched Paige, unable to tear her eyes away from the way Paige moved.

Paige opened the closet, her back to Azzi, the muscles in her shoulders flexing as she reached inside. After a moment, she stepped back, holding the strap and

harness in her hands. She took off the rest of her clothes before stepping into it, pulling the straps tight with ease.

Azzi’s throat went dry, her fingers curling into the sheets as her gaze followed Paige’s every movement as she started to walk back towards the bed.

“Flip over,” Paige said, as she stopped at the edge of the bed.

Azzi blinked, her breath catching slightly. “What?” she asked, her tone tinged with surprise.

Paige’s jaw tightened, her blue eyes dark as she looked down at her. “You heard me,” Paige said sharply. “Don’t make me repeat myself Azzi.”

The authoritative edge in her voice made Azzi swallow a little harshly. But without hesitation, she obeyed, immediately flipping onto her stomach, her face pressing into the cool sheets as she adjusted herself beneath Paige’s gaze.

“That’s better,” Paige murmured, a smirk tugging at her lips as she let her hand trail down Azzi’s back, her fingers dragging over her spine. “You do listen when you want to, huh?”

Azzi hummed softly, her breath uneven. “Only for you.”

Paige let out a dry chuckle, her grip tight as she grabbed Azzi’s hip, pulling her up to get on all fours. Azzi followed without hesitation, her face burning as she pressed her palms into the mattress. Paige’s hand ran over the curve of her hip before giving it a sharp squeeze.

“So, why were you being a brat then?” Paige asked.

“I wasn’t,” Azzi said quickly, her voice soft, almost defensive.

Paige raised an eyebrow, scoffing as she pushed Azzi’s chest against the mattress.“Yes, you were,” Paige countered, her tone sharper now.

Azzi whimpered, glancing back over her shoulder. “I didn’t mean to, baby,” she murmured, her voice pleading.

Paige laughed. “Bullshit,” she said flatly, her hand gripping Azzi’s hip tighter as she rubs the strap against Azzi. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

Azzi bit her lip, looking away, knowing there was no way out of this.

Azzi bit her lip harder as Paige continued to push the strap against Azzi spreading her wetness all over it. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry, baby…”

Paige let out a chuckle. She leaned down, her breath hot against Azzi’s neck, and murmured, “I know you are now.”

Without another word, Paige reached up, her fingers working to undo Azzi’s ponytail. Azzi’s hair cascaded down, and Paige’s hands combed through her scalp briefly before wrapping her fingers into the curls. With a sharp tug, she pulled Azzi’s head back, forcing her deep into the arch.

A loud gasp leaves Azzi’s body as Paige slides the entire length into her.

"Oh shit," Paige says licking her lips as she watches the way Azzi takes it all. Azzi’s body immediately begins trembling considering it was already close to spilling over when Paige stopped abruptly.

Azzi whimpered, her voice breathless and trembling. "Paige... baby I’m not going to last long."

Paige’s smirk deepened as she tugged Azzi’s hair tighter, not moving her hips yet. Yes, you are."

Paige leaned closer, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear. "You’re about to work for it," Paige murmured.

Azzi shivered, her hands curling tighter into the sheets, her body already responding to Paige’s words. She swallowed hard, realizing she didn’t have an option—not with the way Paige was talking to her

“Ok, baby,” Azzi whispered.

“That’s what I thought,” Paige said, a grin spreading across her face as she released Azzi’s hair just long enough to let her reposition herself to grab it again. “Now, be a good girl and show me how much you want it.”

Azzi knows exactly what Paige means so she starts to move herself forward before pushing back against Paige.

Paige watches as Azzi does this over and over each time the toy comes out a little wetter making Paige groan.

Azzi glanced back over her shoulder, her lips parted as she continued throwing herself back against Paige. "You like that, baby?"

Paige's jaw tightened as her eyes stayed locked on Azzi’s movements, the desire in her gaze clear. She didn’t hesitate, her voice low. "I love it."

"Keep going," Paige murmured, loving the way Azzi felt pressed against her, "and don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Azzi can see it all over Paige’s face. She wants this just as bad, if not more than Azzi does. This is enough to cause Azzi to tighten against the strap trying to keep herself quiet so Paige doesn’t realize she’s close. But Paige knows Azzi’s body, she can see the slight tremble in her legs, the tight grip she has on the sheets.

Paige pulls out completely, the wetness dripping on the sheets as Azzi whines loudly.

Azzi’s voice was desperate as she gasped, “Baby, please, you’re edging me.”

Paige smirked as she leaned in closer, her voice calm yet firm. “You’re not done until I give you permission.”

“Why?” Azzi whined, her hips shifting back in search of relief.

Paige tilted her head, her blue eyes dark. “You know why.”

Azzi whimpered, her resolve breaking. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I told you to be quiet. I shouldn’t have said it.”

Paige shook her head. “Not good enough.” She pulled back, leaving Azzi desperately trying to press herself against her.

“Please, baby, I need you. I need you so bad,” Azzi breathed, her voice trembling.

Paige raised an eyebrow. “You gotta beg for it.”

“I’m already begging,” Azzi protested, her voice cracking.

Paige shook her head again, her lips curling into a smile. “No, you’re not. You can do better than that, Azzi.”

Azzi, willing to do whatever it took to feel Paige again, broke. “Please, baby, I’ll do anything. Please,” she pleaded, her voice desperate.”

Paige observed Azzi. “I still don’t hear you begging.”

Azzi’s breaths came faster, and she let go of all her pride. “Please, I’m begging. Please fuck me baby. Please. I just wanna feel you.” Her voice cracked, raw with want.

Paige hummed at this, a satisfied smile creeping across her face. “That’s better,” she murmured. Paige pulls Azzi up from the sheets by her hair wrapping her other hand around Azzi’s torso before she’s murmuring “Imma fuck you so good baby. Imma have you screaming for me.”

Azzi bites her lip at this before Paige is pushing into her again harshly making her eyes roll back as she moans loudly. Paige lets go of Azzi’s hair pushing her back into the mattress as she grabs both of her arms pulling them to meet behind her back as she works into her aggressively.

“Baby fuck..oh my god—“ Azzi cries out her eyes watering at the feeling.

Paige groans her eyes rolling back a little at the way everything is pushing against her as she fucks Azzi.

One of Paige’s hands travels back up to Azzi’s hair, grabbing it harshly. "You’re taking my shit so well baby.”

“Mhmm..yes I’ll do anything for you Paige. It’s all yours baby.” Azzi says her voice trembling and breath gasping between her words.

"Such a good girl baby," Paige gasps, her own legs shaking slightly as she slams into Azzi. The sound of their skin slapping against each other filling the room.

"Oh my—, fuck, fuck, right there," Azzi gasp, as she throws herself back against Paige.

"You gonna cum for baby?"

"Yes, yes, fuck baby please don’t stop." Azzi is almost breathless now as her stomach begins to burn as Paige grips her hips tightly now

"Paige I can’t.. I’m about to—“

"Cum all over me baby." Paige says as her own desire threatens to spill over.

Those words are enough to send Azzi over the edge, her legs shaking as she spills out onto the shears. The room fills with the sounds of her high pitched moans as she continues rocking back against Paige.

Before Azzi knows what’s happening Paige is flipping her on her back putting her hand around her neck as she drives back into her.

"Oh my god!" Azzi screams out.

"I needa see your face baby. I’m close.” Paige moans, her eyelids low as she moves in and out of Azzi so roughly she has the girl under her seeing white spots.

Azzi smirked lazily, her eyes completely rolled back as she spoke breathlessly, “You need to see my face?”

Paige hummed, her hand tightening on Azzi’s throat, squeezing just enough to cut off Azzi’s circulation a little. “Yeah, mama,” Paige whimpered, her voice still dripping with control. “I gotta see it.”

“Why?” Azzi rasped, her voice faltering slightly as Paige’s grip on her throat lingered.

Paige tilted her head, her blue eyes piercing as she leaned in closer leaning over Azzi now as she worked into her. Her hand tightened just a fraction more, cutting off Azzi’s circulation in a way that made her body buzz with heightened sensation as she got close to another orgasm.

“Gotta see how I make you feel,” Paige said.

“Makes me feel so good seeing your eyes roll back like that. Hearing how you scream for me,” Paige added, tone breathy as her thumb brushed Azzi’s jaw, her eyes never leaving her face that had tears streaming down it now from the way Paige was pushing into her.

"Baby, you’re in my stomach," Azzi cry’s out

"You taking it so well tho princess,"Paige says, as she keeps slamming her hips into Azzi. “I’m so fucking close Azzi baby."

Azzi’s hands start clawing at her shoulders leaving harsh red marks behind as scratches and digs at her shoulders. "Me too baby," Azzi whimpers, her eyes squeezed shut.

Paige starts to ramble the words falling out of her not making any sense as she works into Azzi trying not to finish yet. “Fuck— I’m so…shit baby—feels so good mama.”

Wetness is spilling out of both of them as it pools on the sheets beneath them.

Azzi’s lips parted as she gasped out desperately as more tears fell down her cheeks, "Paige baby—I’m about to cum baby.” Her nails digging into Paige’s back deeper. Paige lets out a sound of relief hearing this as it was getting too hard to stop her own orgasm.

Paige’s hand squeezes at Azzi’s neck tightly, completely cutting off circulation as she speaks into her neck,"Scream for me baby,” she gasped. “Let everybody hear that I got you like this.”

Azzi didn’t hesitate, her body arching as her voice rang out, screaming Paige’s name, the sound echoing through the room as both of them come undone together, Azzi gushing all over the sheets and Paige’s stomach as they both gasp Azzi shaking uncontrollably underneath Paige.

"Holy shit baby-" Paige moans out, in Azzi’s ear as she finishes. Paige collapsed onto Azzi, her body completely spent as the weight of exhaustion settled over them. Their skin is slick with sweat, and their chests rise and fall in sync, both desperate to catch their breaths. Paige’s lips brushed against Azzi’s neck as she lazily mumbled, “M’sorry, baby,” her voice soft and muffled.

Azzi let out a breathless laugh, her fingers gently brushing through Paige’s damp hair. “It’s okay,” she murmured, her voice light.

Paige smiled faintly, pressing a soft kiss to Azzi’s shoulder before whispering, “You’re too good to me.”

Azzi chuckled, her fingers trailing down Paige’s back in soothing strokes. “You say that like you don’t deserve it.”

Paige hummed, nuzzling closer as the tension in her body finally eased.

Paige lifted herself slightly, her elbows braced on either side of Azzi as she brushed her fingers tenderly against Azzi’s flushed cheek. Her blue eyes softened as she murmured, “I’m sorry for making you cry, beautiful.”

Azzi chuckled lightly. “It’s okay, baby. I asked for it, remember?” she teased, her hand trailing lazily down Paige’s arm before resting on her wrist. “Besides, you’re the only one who could ever make me feel this way.”

Paige tilted her head, her lips quirking into a smile. “Good,” she said softly, leaning down to kiss the tip of Azzi’s nose. “Because I don’t plan on letting anyone else try.”

Azzi laughed at that, her hand sneaking up to trace along Paige’s jawline. “Possessive much?”

Paige grinned. “Always. You like it, though.”

Azzi’s laughter grew quieter, her gaze locking onto Paige’s. “I do,” she admitted. “I really do.”

Paige kissed her forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling back. “I meant what I said earlier,” she whispered. “You’re mine, Azzi. Always.”

“And you’re mine.”

Paige stayed there for a moment longer, her gaze scanning Azzi’s face, committing every detail of this moment to memory.

Finally, she sighed standing up, her hand raking through her messy hair. “Meet me in the shower when you can walk again,” she teased, her lips curving into a smirk.

Azzi rolled her eyes, letting out a laugh. “You’re so dramatic,” she mumbled, but her body remained limp against the bed for a few more moments. Paige chuckled, shaking her head as she stood up and made her way to the bathroom quietly.

By the time Azzi finally joined her, still a little unsteady, they spent a quiet, moment under the warm water, the heat easing their muscles and calming their minds. Once they were out, Azzi grabbed a towel, carefully drying Paige off before helping her to the bed.

Now, Paige was sprawled on her stomach, her damp hair sticking to her skin as Azzi straddled her back. She gently squeezed Aquaphor onto her fingers, rubbing it into the harsh marks decorating Paige’s skin.

Paige let out a groan, her face buried in the pillow. “That hurts,” her voice muffled.

Azzi chuckled, shaking her head as she smoothed her hands over another scratch. “You’re such a big baby,” she teased.

Paige twisted her neck slightly to glance back at her, her lower lip sticking out in an exaggerated pout. “I’m not a baby,” she protested, though her voice betrayed her whining. “It hurts!”

Azzi laughed again, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of Paige’s shoulder. “I don’t know how you go from that to this.”

Paige huffed, turning her head back to rest against the pillow. “I got layers, baby,” she muttered.

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. “Shut up,” she said fondly, giving Paige’s head a light shove before crawling off of her. She moved across the room to turn off the light, plunging them into darkness.

Returning to the bed, Azzi slid under the covers, gently tugging Paige along with her. “Come here,” she murmured, pulling Paige onto her chest. Paige rests her head against Azzi’s collarbone, her body completely relaxed as Azzi’s hand lightly trailed up and down her back, careful not to disturb the Aquaphor.

“You know I need to let that stuff sit longer,” Azzi said softly, a small smile playing on her lips as she felt Paige’s breath even out against her skin.

Paige hummed, a sleepy smile tugging at her mouth. “You just like having me close,” she mumbled, her words already drowsy.

“Maybe,” Azzi admitted, her fingers stilling in Paige’s hair. “I don’t hear you complaining, though.”

“I’m not,” Paige whispered, her voice softer now.

After a beat of silence, she murmured, “I love you.”

Azzi’s heart swelled at the confession, and she tilted her head down just enough to kiss the top of Paige’s head. “I love you, too baby,” she whispered back.

…

The next morning, Paige and Azzi sat at the kitchen counter, eating the healthy breakfast Azzi had insisted on making Paige eat —scrambled eggs, avocado toast, and fresh fruit. Their voices were soft, the quiet hum of their conversation highlighted by occasional laughter as they shared little moments from the past week.

Just then, Nika emerged from her room, hair a mess and an irritated look on her face. Without saying a word, she walked up to the counter, grabbed a banana, and slapped $200 onto the counter in front of Paige.

Paige smirked. “Morning to you too sunshine,” she said, the smugness in her voice clear.

Nika didn’t respond at first, instead peeling her banana with a grumble. As she passed behind Paige, she clapped her hand against Paige’s shoulder harshly on purpose.

“Ah, shit—” Paige hissed, flinching as she jerked forward, her hand reflexively reaching for the sore spot.

Azzi’s head snapped up, her expression turning from amused to confused in an instant. “What’s going on?” she asked, her gaze shifting between Paige and Nika.

Paige winced but managed to keep her smile intact. Before she could answer, Nika chimed in, pointing a half-eaten banana at her. “That’s for losing the bet.”

Azzi frowned, her confusion evident. “What bet?”

Paige groaned softly, leaning back in her chair, but Nika was all too happy to explain. “Oh, Paige here thought she could make you scream for her. Bet me $200 she could pull it off.”

Azzi blinked, her cheeks instantly warming as her gaze darted back to Paige, whose sheepish grin was doing little to save her now. “Paige Madison Bueckers,” she said sharply, though her voice wavered somewhere between irritation and disbelief.

Paige shrugged, feigning innocence. “What? I knew I could do it. You know I hate being told what I can’t do baby.”

Azzi’s jaw dropped. “You bet on it?!”

Nika snorted. “Oh, she was real confident. Walked in my room before we left for the party and said, ‘Just have the cash ready in the morning.’”

Azzi shook her head, a mix of shock and amusement on her face. “Unbelievable,” she muttered, though a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Paige gave her a grin, leaning her elbow on the counter as she tilted her head. “Well, technically, I wasn’t wrong. Was I?”

Azzi let out a sharp laugh, nudging Paige’s leg with her knee under the table. “You’re such an idiot,” she said, rolling her eyes but unable to keep from laughing.

Paige leaned closer, her smirk softening into something more tender as she murmured, “Yeah, but you love me.”

Azzi sighed, shaking her head as she took a sip of her coffee. “Unfortunately for me, I really do,” she muttered.

Nika, satisfied with her morning entertainment, waved them off. “Alright, I’m done. This was worth every penny,” she said, heading back to her room with her banana in hand.

Once she was gone, Paige turned back to Azzi, her grin as shameless as ever. “So... am I forgiven?”

Azzi gave her a long look before breaking into a grin. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she muttered, shaking her head as they returned to their breakfast.

[lalalunel]

Balcony Debauchery

idk, needy Leon is a plague

wc: 1277

cw: begging, mild dirty talk, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap that thing yall!), creampie, sneaky sex but not well executed, first time writing correct straight smut in ever pls don't bully me

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“C’mon...” Leon complained, egging you on like he had been the entire night. He had a mission to accomplish: get you to be a bit dirtier than you would ever be. “It won’t kill you baby.” 

Together at a friend’s place for dinner, Leon seemed to be in a mood entirely inappropriate for what the setting was. From his hand on your thigh under the table at dinner, to his hand drifting way too far down while standing and mingling. It was obvious what he was after, and you made it even more obvious that you weren’t going to entertain it. 

It had gotten to a point where you had to drag him outside, afraid that he would all but start fucking you right in front of all of your friends without a lick of shame. You brought him out to the balcony of your friend’s place, the area fairly secluded. That was your first mistake. 

“It won’t kill me, you’re right, but it also won’t kill you to wait until we get home,” You returned, which was simply just common sense. If Leon waited until you got back to your place, you’d let him do whatever he wanted. Even butt stuff. 

“Except it will kill me, baby,” He groans, getting close and hugging you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. He wraps his arms tight around your waist, pressing himself completely flush against you. “I’ve never wanted you so badly. I can’t wait however long you plan to stay here.” 

He groans lowly against your ear, absolutely adoring the feel of your body against his. The plush of your ass up against his aching cock almost has his head spinning. He’s been hard for far longer than any man should be at this point. “You look so damn pretty tonight too. What’s wrong with wanting to appreciate my baby?” 

You’re about to reply when you feel one hand drifting down from your waist, trailing down your front until his hand is palming at your thigh, far too close to your pussy. That was his real goal. “C’mon…” 

You huff, wanting to say no. It was so damn risky. It’s not like the balcony was completely private. If anyone were to open the door, they’d see you in an instant. But damn did his hand feel good against your thigh, and you’d be lying if you said all his efforts from the night to try and get you in a similar mood did nothing to you. 

“Fine,” You conceded, rolling your eyes. You could sense him perking up behind you, happy to have won you over. You don’t have time to further wallow in your weakness when he’s abruptly slipping his hand under your dress, tugging the panties you were wearing to the side with one hand. You feel his lips against your neck as his other hand works deftly to undo his slacks. He wasted no time.

“Gotta make this quick...” he mumbles under his breath, huffing lightly as he frees his cock, the cool night air ghosting his leaking tip. He presses you up against the balcony railing, bending you over it ever so slightly so he can notch his head against your hole, pushing into you with a low groan. “Fuuuck, I love this pussy.” His words are almost a whine, needy in every sense of the word. 

His words pool heat deep in your stomach, making you clench around him involuntarily with a bitten down moan from you, only pulling more groans from his lips. “Don’t tighten up on me like that, baby. I’ll come in seconds.” His words are followed by an experimental thrust of his hips, one that he seems to find much joy in because he then sets a steady pace. 

He rocks forward smoothly in a short thrust, pushing your hips up against the railing as his pelvis presses against your ass, his cock nudging nice and deep inside of you before he’s pulling back and repeating the motion all over again. 

“Told me you didn’t want it,” he grunts, one hand gripping your waist while the other palms at your ass under your dress. “Told me you wanted to wait until we got home but look how fucking wet you were for me this whole time.” Corroborating his claim, a wet squelching sound followed every time he pulled back and pushed in, your arousal effortlessly coating his cock and making his thrusts even smoother. 

The more he thrusts into you, the less you seem to worry about whether or not someone’s going to catch you, instead you seem a lot more concerned about Leon’s cock and the way it's just barely nudging that sweet spot in your pussy, and how you need it to get there. You’re too deep into it and too impatient to use words, instead pushing your hips back against his when he thrusts in, your eyes rolling back when he hits exactly where you wanted him to. You clench around him again, tighter this time and his hips stutter. 

“Fuck, baby, what did I say? You keep clenching like that, and I won't last,” He groans softly, his grip on your waist tightening as he speeds up his thrusts, seemingly remembering that you were on a time crunch here. There’s no way your friends haven’t noticed you two missing. 

He works with a scary amount of precision, drilling into you with short, deep thrusts that have you clenching rapidly around his cock, sucking him back in every time he pulls back. “Leon-” You don’t have to say anything else for him to know what you mean, for him to know what’s coming. His hand on your ass comes forward, his middle and ring finger finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles. 

“C’mon baby, gonna come on my cock for me, right? Gonna give me what I want?” He taunts, coaxing you into coming. He wants it, he wants to feel the way you tighten around him, the way your body stiffens before melting into the bliss of an orgasm. The mere thought of it almost has him coming before you do, but he’s too much of a gentleman to do that. “Come, baby. Need it. Need to feel you come.” 

His words spark your orgasm to life, your body stiffening as your eyes roll back, a high-pitched sound leaving your mouth despite your best efforts to stamp down all your noises. You clench unbelievably tight around him, and he can’t take it anymore, his hips stuttering as he pushes deep into you, his cock twitching and jumping as he spills ropes of hot cum straight into you, burying his face into your hair as he does. “F-fuck, you’re so good for me. Fucking love you. L-love you coming for me.” 

With a few slow rolls of his hips to completely ride out his orgasm and yours he pulls out of you, wincing sharply when he catches a glimpse of his cum dripping down your thigh. He can feel his cock kick again at the sight and he can already feel the scolding he’s going to get later about how his cum leaked all over your panties. “Maybe... We should just go home…” 

You throw him a slightly fucked out glare over your shoulder.

What only made it worse was the look your friends gave you when you and Leon rejoined the group and announced you were leaving early. It wasn't hard to tell from the flushed look on both of your faces what had happened on the balcony. 

You made damn sure that Leon paid for that when you got home.

~~~

can't tell if this feels rushed or not, the horny started taking over

[sunrizef1]

Here We Go

Pairing: Dad!Kylian Mbappe x Mom!Leclerc!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, real Madrid, Fabrizio Romano sneak diss

Authors Note: Technically a part 2 to baby baby but could also be read on its own

Requested: Yes/No

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y/nmbappe

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y/nmbappe weekends 🤍

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user1 I love them

user2 my favorite wag

user3 white hearts = Madrid????

user4 he’s so pretty 😭

user5 where’s the inaugural Charles comment

charles_leclerc he plays piano???

y/nmbappe better than you, probably

charles_leclerc 😒🖕

user6 Ahhh I love kylian dad content 🥹

user7 lmao when are these pictures from???

kylianmbappe 🫶

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user8 she’s his own personal photographer

user9 🤩

arthur_leclerc is this your account or his

y/nmbappe my bad I’m in a happy marriage

arthur_leclerc I accept your apology

user10 y/n can’t catch a break with her brothers lmfao

user11 my favssss

user12 baby nmbappe 🥹🫶

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y/nmbappe

📍Italy

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y/nmbappe summer went away ☀️

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user12 SHES SO PRETTY 😭😭😭😭

user13 she posts kylian so much I forget she’s stunning

user14 I’m sensing a swimsuit-related breakdown from the Leclerc brothers

user15 oh my god it’s the rare post of herself, eating this up 🫶

user17 lmfao, Frankie de jong in the likes??? Ik he’s Barca but come on man 😭

champagnepapi 🤩

charles_leclerc boo 🍅🍅🍅

arthur_leclerc she’s married bro

lorenzotl no 👎

user18 LMAO YALL SEE THE DRAKE COMMENT??? 😭😭😭

user19 the leclerc replies in screaming 🤭

joeyb_9 😮‍💨

charles_leclerc 🫵🐅☠️

arthur_leclerc this is why you don't have a Superbowl

lorenzotl mahomes better

user20 Jesus these poor men 😭

user21 these comments are so entertaining 🤭

kylianmbappe belle fille 🤍

y/nmbappe mon amour 🤍

charles_leclerc anyways, put a shirt on

y/nmbappe im not gonna yell at you since you've been defending my honor under every comment

charles_leclerc you're welcome 🫡

y/nmbappe still not putting a shirt on though

arthur_leclerc 👎

lorenzotl where is your child

y/nmbappe with Charles

lorenzotl oh no

y/nmbappe dw, alex is there too

alexandrasaintmleux baby mbappe is lovely 🥹🫶

charles_leclerc baby leclerc*

user22 😭😭😭

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y/nmbappe

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y/nnbappe happy euros 🐢🤕

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user23 VIVA LA FRANCE 🇫🇷

user24 poor kylian 😭

user25 the turtle in the caption????

kylianmbappe zizou??? 🤨

y/nmbappe you don't like zizou???

kylianmbappe you know I do, but you should be wearing out last name 😅

y/nmbappe i forgot the nmbappe one at home 🫶

kylianmbappe just wear one of mine 😗

y/nmbappe lol, ill wear urs tomorrow Ky 🤍

user26 lmao the zizou jersey

user27 kylian couldn't wear the France mask???

user28 thank god 🙏 that one was lowk ugly

charles_leclerc hows the face @|kylianmbappe

kylianmbappe still broken, thanks man

charles_leclerc 🫡

user29 my favourite brother-in-laws

lorenzotl at another international tournament without me 🤨

y/nmbappe get a job

user30 I love that kit

arthur_leclerc yay france 🇫🇷

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user31 awww the youngest leclerc are accepting the French nationality again 🫶

user32 did y'all see kylian with baby mbappe after the game?? 🥹

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y/nmbappe

liked by kylianmbappe lorenzotl and 4,888,997 others

y/nmbappe happy Father’s Day to the love of my life and the best husband and father anyone could ever ask for 🤍

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user33 AWWWWWW

user34 🥹🥹🥹

user35 BABY MBAPPE IS BACK ON THE FEED 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

user36 wait this is so lovely 🥰

user37 how old is baby mbappe now???

user38 he's like 5 or 6 no one knows his exact birthday 🤷‍♀️

user39 they grow up so fast 😭

user40 🥰

charles_leclerc ill be nice to him just for today

kylianmbappe thanks man 🫡

charles_leclerc only because you're raising my nephew

y/nmbappe charles stop bullying my husband

charles_leclerc I'm not bullying him. If I was bullying him I wouldve used a turtle emoji by now

user41 happy fathers day!!!!

user42 my favourite football family

arthur_leclerc happy for you, sœur 🫶

y/nmbappe thank you Arthur, I appreciate the maturity

charles_leclerc this feels targeted

lorenzotl if the shoe fits bro

user43 🤍🤍🤍

kylianmbappe je t'aime mon coeur 🤍 im so grateful for you and our family 🤍🤍🤍

y/nmbappe ky 🥹🤍🤍

user44 awww this is so sweet I'm gonna melt 😭

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y/nmbappe

📍Circuit de Barcelona Catalunya

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y/nmbappe then and now 🤍

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user45 OH MY GOD LOOK AT YOUNG CHARLES 😭😭😭

user46 he looks like a child 😭

user47 kylian looks pretty much the same meanwhile Charles is not that person at all anymore 😅

user48 if I was Charles I would not let someone repost those pictures 😔

charles_leclerc DELETE THIS

charles_leclerc REMOVE THIS NOW PLEASE

charles_leclerc I NEED THIS SCRUBBED FROM THE INTERNET

charles_leclerc IM NOT THAT PERSON ANYMORE DELETE DELETE DELETE

charles_leclerc YOURE GONNA RUIN MY IMAGE

user49 Charles 😭😭

kylianmbappe oh wow

y/nmbappe yeah, dont worry baby, you look great

charles_leclerc PICK UP THE PHONE AND DELETE THIS

user50 leclerc/mbappe meet-up 🫶

user51 ik carlos is freaking out somewhere about being so close to kylian

alexandrasaintmleux can you send me that first picture pls love 🫶

charles_leclerc DO NOT SEND HER THAT

y/nmbappe i sent it 🫶

charles_leclerc GOD DAMN IT Y/N

user52 lmao kylian looks so bored next to Fred

user53 oh my god Charles is losing his mind

charles_leclerc this is why baby leclerc likes me better than you

y/nmbappe if you keep yelling at me i am going to put that child in full red bull gear

charles_leclerc 🖕

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y/nmbappe

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y/nmbappe karting with uncle Maxie 🤍

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user54 oh… oh no

user55 Charles is gonna kill someone

user56 hey, baby mbappe looks sick though

lorenzotl hahahahaha

user57 I'm glad someone in that family finds this funny 😭

user58 I'm so scared

charles_leclerc ...😑

charles_leclerc you're kidding me

charles_leclerc I am going to kill max

charles_leclerc why would you do this to me

charles_leclerc I can't believe you'd do this

y/nmbappe this is not that surprising pls be fr

user59 😭

kylianmbappe I don't care what team he wears 🤷🏾‍♂️ did baby mbappe have fun?

y/nmbappe lmao, yeah he did. He loves Max sooo 🤷‍♀️

kylianmbappe 🤷🏾‍♂️

user60 I fear for Max’s car next race

maxverstappen1 I’m glad he had fun 😅😅😅

charles_leclerc drive safe next race “uncle Maxie” 😒

maxverstappen1 oh okay, love u 2 man 🫶

charles_leclerc 😒😒😒

user61 😭 free my man max

arthur_leclerc not that I’m thrilled about the Red Bull suit but I do feel like Charles deserves this in some way

charles_leclerc I hate all of you so much

user62 pfttt they’re so funny 😭😭😭

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y/nmbappe

📍Monte Carlo, Monaco

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y/nmbappe does anyone know who this man is??? He crashed our family dinner 🤦‍♀️

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user63 CARLOSSSSSSSS

user64 VAMOSSSSSS

user65 my love 😍🫶

user66 lmao the Madrid jersey, this man has a quest he’s trying to fulfill

user67 and when kylian goes to Madrid, yall will be thanking Carlos. Mark my words.

arthur_leclerc idk who he is but can you tell him to help me with bringing the plates out

y/nmbappe I sent him inside 🫡

user68 I would love to know kylians reaction to the jersey

charles_leclerc I would like everyone to know that before he got here, this was just leclercs and their partners

lorenzotl and then, in rolls a large Spanish man

y/nmbappe he brought wine, leave him alone

carlossainz you only like me because I brought alcohol??? 🤨

y/nmbappe ofc not carlito, we all 🫶 you

carlossainz good, because I love your husband

user69 lmfao Carlos is just here for the madridistas

user70 I bet their dinners are fun asf

carlossainz HALA MADRID!!! 🤍🤍🤍

y/nmbappe yeah, yeah, thank you Carlos

y/nmbappe maman needs your help with dinner

lorenzotl no she doesn't 🧐

y/nmbappe shut up lorenzo

user71 ahh I love them 🥰

kylianmbappe I'm not sure I'm allowed to publicly interact with Carlos unless he takes the jersey off

carlossainz come to Madrid hermano 🇪🇸

y/nmbappe hes not allowed to reply to that comment, carlos 😐

carlossainz 😢

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📍 Santiago Bernabéu Stadium, Madrid, Spain

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y/nmbappe Hala Madrid 🤍

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user72 I can feel Carlos’ excitement through the screen

user73 wow I'm so glad that this transfer was revealed by the club yesterday!

user74 yeah! Isn't it so cool that none of the big journalists revealed this beforehand??! 🤩

user75 KYLIANNNNNNN 🇪🇸🇫🇷🇪🇸🇫🇷

kylianmbappe 🤍

y/nmbappe 🤍

user76 YAYYYY

charles_leclerc wait, come back to France, I'm gonna miss you and baby leclerc

carlossainz SHUT UP, ITS MY TURN NOW!!! VIVA LA ESPAÑA

charles_leclerc this is why Lewis is taking your seat

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charles_leclerc I'm in pr jail 😔

carlossainz as you should be 🤨

user77 wait I'm gonna miss y/n being a psg wag

user78 but now she's a Madrid wag 🤩

judebellingham welcome! 🙌 🤍

y/nmbappe thanks Jude 🫶

user79 JUDE & BABY MBAPPE??? JUDE UNCLE CONTENT??!

user80 gonna need bestie camavinga back tysm

arthur_leclerc glad to see baby leclerc repping the kit I bought him 😗

y/nmbappe 😐 thank you, Arthur

arthur_leclerc some enthusiasm would be appreciated

y/nmbappe no

arthur_leclerc fair enough

lorenzotl as long as you come back to Monaco sometimes I'll be okay

y/nmbappe even if I don't, I'm sure you’ll all continue to spam comments on my Instagram posts even if I refuse to reply

lorenzotl we dont do that

y/nmbappe 🤨 @/arthur_leclerc @/charles_leclerc

arthur_leclerc …shes definitely right

charles_leclerc yeah that seems pretty accurate

charles_leclerc I love you guys… even if you are abandoning me

y/nmbappe we love you too, especially baby mbappe 🤍🤍🤍

charles_leclerc baby leclerc*

y/nmbappe shut up 🥰

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[solselah]

Off rip I see you carry the energy of duality super heavy , You could be Bi sexual specifically or in general apart of The LGBTQIA+ community! people are shocked about what you’re attracted to if you choose to express that , it’s always a shock factor towards it.

(which you never understand) I can see people are generally shocked when they come across your energy being that you truly just give

“you were made for me” vibes

&

“Match made in heaven energy”

it's shocking to come across an energy like yours! (Mini 18+ warning ) For my Ladies, people love love your boobs its something about your chest area!! There can also be a tattoo that you have in the middle of your chest that's a staple and ultimately shocking once revealed. you can be real freaky pile 1 & those you were intimate with are still shocked to this day about how freaky you are. You just don’t give that energy from the outside looking in. For a handful of you your ex is super shocked that you literally fell of the face of the planet , it’s like they had so much access when you were together but currently they are incredibly “shocked” that you are a bit difficult to contact , They definitely feel surprised / confused that you aren’t friends anymore. They at least thought you both would be cordial! You chose to fully separate which on your part was best & healthy for YOU.

You either seen them recently or will & they are/ Were SHOCKED to see you ! Like you look GOOOOD pile 1 you really ARE that BITCH , THAT GIRL , THAT MAN !!!

I purely channeled for this pile so you definitely have an

“Off the record”

vibe to you that shocks people.

Channeled song :

PERFECT - Dave East ft Chris Brown

444

You are so loyal and it can kind of be in insult if someone ever said to you in your face that they thought you wouldn’t value loyalty in life. you are the ride or die friend & in retrospect your so protected in friendships definitely more than you think. For this pile you could truly be a “loner” , people are pretty shocked that you don’t have a whole legion of friends!

People are also shocked to know you have the ability to not freak out if that makes sense , you can stay calm in the most intense situations and circumstances! You can literally just vibe out & that alone was birthed from all the hurdles and lessons you endured. You learned & mastered the art of not giving af and people find this not only shocking but attractive it’s like a gift you don’t usually see in everyone. People are pretty shocked to find out that you have hella skeletons in your closet but you hide it so well & with you it doesn’t present in a toxic manner.. you know your dark side . You don’t just scream all your fuck ups out loud. If asked , potentially but on a General level yea its a NO!

I feel heavy Scorpio energy as well for this pile 🦂

I see a visual of a Strip club and a pole and I loveeee it ! So you may be heavily into the night life in your city , or you entertain professionally in your city but people are shocked to see you outside of certain environments! Unfortunately in this world people judge strictly off looks and it seems you’ve been a victim of that at some point pretty heavily & your 360 is SHOCKING to people who knew & resonated with the “old you”. People are shocked that you really put your mind to this and started to hustle for your own ! You got some individuals who are shocked that you are humble with your money , it’s like you could be shitting on bitches but you’re super humble about it. Thats shocking to those who felt like the old you would be “obnoxious” about your success! This pile gets MONEY And idk why people are in YALLs pockets, but that’s so shocking to people It’s scary. People want the formula babes … it’s shocking but it’s the pure interest for me.

You could really pop your shit if you wanted to , And you’re super independent!! definitely keep beating the odds that arise against you while effortlesly shocking these h*** ;)

Random Side bar : The way you ride , you always shock whoever has the pleasure 🍆😗

Y’all are such lovers im talking hopeless romantic and that’s shocking to the outside world like you don’t come off as that “type” whatever that means ! Maybe you just aren’t as mushy with those around you but when it comes to that one person or the person (s) you choose to trust your… a dream! It’s Mesmerizing and shocking to those involved . This pile could be undeniably intuitive and that’s a shock value to pretty much everyone you meet , you may not sense when your intuitive nature kicks in but it’s like watching something unfold exactly how you want , it’s so satisfying.

People are shocked that you turn hate or challenges into powerful trophy’s ! You are a true Transmutator you can pretty much bend a lot of things to your will , lol this can truly go a lot of ways but I can see you TRY to keep this asset as positive as possible

I can see people are usually shocked when you tell them the hobbies you're into , I can clearly hear "streaming "or "gaming" !

I also pick up on loving cosplay and it’s shocking when you like magically transform ! It’s pretty cool :) 🧚

Hope you enjoyed ;) 💗

[serejae]

IF BY CHANCE ? | BND

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p2

WHAT ? - BND AS EXES WHO WANT YOU BACK (bnd realizing they messed up after you end things)

WHEN ? - (warning) this is not a REAL display of the members im just doing this for weeping entertainment:) attempt to unconsented kissing in jaehyuns, drinking in sungho’s, mentions of throw up/throwing up in leehans, major angst 😒

WHO ? - (a/n) i love angst but not like death but yearning and groveling, pls tell me yall relate. lowk went hard on jaehyun and leehans from personal experience 🤔🤔

uncapitalization intended and not proofread

theres a theory that you will always meet the same person twice

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P.SUNGHO ; he was too focused on his career.

! - you knew and understood thst sungho’s job was very important to him but it started to feel like you werent his partner anymore. you started to feel like decoration in your guys apartment that he would just ignore when he got home.

! - to try and help your relationship you made him dinner, cleaned up the place, asked him about his day to which he blew up. his cold demeanor suddenly dropped as he yelled at you about constantly bothering him when he just wanted to sleep. you knew your intentions and knew you didnt want to bother but help sungho. you then realize you werent valued in this relationship and were pulling the whole weight by yourself, so you ended things.

! - it took him about 4 days to realize that he messed up. those 4 days his mind was constantly fogged up about work, after those 4 days he walked into the house and how he realized was when he alerted you (or tried to) that he was home with a “honey im home”, only to be met with silence. a bit confused not realizing his brain hadnt catched up yet, he walked into your twos room, or use to be. only to be met with the mess he left for himself in the morning. there is when he realized you weren’t there anymore. to shake his mind off of it, he decided to eat before doing anything ,he went to the kitchen to heat up some frozen dinner. as the meal heated he realized the house was so empty, cold, and quiet. the only sound was coming from the spinning microwave.

! - it’s safe to say the soulless house took a toll on him. everyday he dreaded going home, which is funny cause he couldve said the same thing before he realized how important you were. his friends who were tired of seeing him so lifeless decided to invite him to go to the bar to hang out…he wasnt much fun there either. that was until he caught a glimpse of you from the reflection of his empty shot glass. his eyes light up and he turns around to make eye contact with you. .

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L.RIWOO ; trust issues.

! - you understood where riwoo was coming from, you knew that trust issues are normal , but it got to a point where his trust issues started to make you question him.

! - and it didnt help that each time you did try to reassure him that it somehow made it worse. “ri, of course im going to stay late, my boss asked me too. you have my location, i send you photos of me working, what else do you want?” maybe your approach wasnt the best but the way he snapped was when you knew no matter how much you tried to protect both you and his peace, he will try to tear it down again. “oh, so now your getting defensive. i shouldve known, especially from you.” he said it with no remorse or thought behind it. and to him he thought he was winning this argument but in reality he was going to make the biggest loss of his life.

! - it took him 5 hours to realize he messed up. when you left and packed your things he thought you’d run back and it’ll make him feel better about himself. but after 4 hours it was already 3 am and he realized maybe…you wouldnt come back as soon as he thought. but that last hour before he realized he messed up, he had a dream of you and him. you two were living that exact moment, before you left. you standing pacing back and forth as he sat on the couch. except this time, he talks to you about why he thinks the way he thinks and vows to do better. in that dream he sleeps with you in his arms. when he woke up he stared at the ceiling, and it was like it was talking to him. thats when he realized you werent coming back. you wont be in his arms again, you wont tell him about your day, and you wont constantly tired of arguing with him because of his doubts.

! - after trapping himself in his house and thoughts he decided to go on a walk, but to his suprise once he opens the door you stand there staring at him with a box of his things in your hands. his mouth goes dry

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M. JAEHYUN ; girl bestfriend

! - you were the never the type of partner to care too much about the opposite gender best friends as you were very secure in your relationship, but in this case it wasnt him but rather her. you knew from the moment she laid her eyes on you she was no good. but you decided to give her the benefit of the doubt as this was jaehyuns childhood bestfriend, and if you didnt like her you could at least pretend for your boyfriends sake.

! - you were always calm and reserved around jaehyun and his bestfriend even on those dsys you wanted to push her off him. but today it was like a flip switched. you walked home soaked from the rain after not being to reach your boyfriend to pick you up. you get it he’s busy, but your blood boiled when you saw both of them sitting on the couch peacefully. she looked up at you and grinned as jaehyun ran up to you worried. “jaehyun lets talk in our room please” you simply asked. he followed you to you and his shared room with a towel drying you off as you spoke. “i really hate to do this to you but its either me or her.” he paused his movements of drying your hair “you know i cant do that. ive known her for so long do you not trust me?” he said defensive. “i dont trust her” you said blandly, he stared at you and started lecturing you on how his bestfriend gave you no reason to not trust her. you didnt argue back, you were too tired for it you just said “she likes you jaehyun”. he paused and continued lecturing you about how thats ridiculous. you shake your head and pack your things “clearly i know your answer.” he continues on and on on how youre being ridiculous. once you leave the door he puts his hand in his face.

! - it took him like 5 minutes to realize he messed up (bye.) his friend came into your room and sat down by him as he listened to him rant. “you know…” she said slowly “y/n’s not wrong” his ears perked up at that “ive always liked you jaehyun, your just too silly to realize.” he freezes at her words, feeling his blood run cold he feels her fingers on his chin and her leaning in. he backs up and kicks her out despite her protest. once he locked the door and is left in the empty haunting house alone he scrambles for his phone. after finding it he opens it to all your messages asking if he can pick you up. it made him nauseous at the thought he left you alone and cold for his ‘friend’ that was the cause of your breakup. he calls you to which you dont answer, he starts panicking at this point and paces in the house as he mass text and call you just wanting a answer. he pauses in front of him at the only room he hasnt stepped room in since pacing. your bedroom. he walks in and lays down only to be reminded of your scent when he lifts the blankets over his head. thats when he starts crying and realized you weren’t there to hold him like you normally did

! - he didnt have his safe space anymore.

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H. TAESAN ; distant

! - you hated to admit it but one of the things that drew you into taesan was the thing that made you end things. his cold demeanor was what made everyone so curious about him, fortunately or unfortunately you were the one he picked to be into his very small circle to which you became his partner. during this you learned he loved his alone time which you were fine with, what threw you off was the way he signaled to you he wanted to be alone. he would ignore you in public and not reply to your messages as if you didnt know each other. you were okay with it at first since you loved your strange boyfriend but after a while you grew tired of it. tired of breaking down his walls and when you finally feel accepted by him only to be shut out again

! - and clearly it was a mistake bringing it up to him because it lead him to being the loudest you ever heard him, arguing back and forth. “i dont get why you just have to pretend you don’t know me. im fine with you needing your alone space but why do you have to act like you hate me?”

“im starting to if thats how your gonna react to me needing my time every so often.”

you couldnt argue anymore, especially when he just admitted he was close to hating you for communicating your feelings. the room went quiet, taesan looks over his shoulder to see you staring at the ground before walking off. after that day you didnt text first or initiate anything to see if he would, unfortunately to you. he didnt.

! - it took him about a month to realize he messed up (sorry taesan lovers:c). but dont get me wrong, its not like he went on with his life like normal. everyday it felt like he was missing something but he could never put his finger on this feeling so he just dismissed it. until one day by instinct he sat at your twos spot alone and your guys song started to play in his headphones. he was never one to communicate his feelings too well but that didnt mean he didnt care for you. he would dedicate songs to you and one just fit perfectly with you two. when the song played he looked around and realized where he was with what song was playing only to see something is missing

you.

and thats when it hit him, he didnt get his usual messages, his hugs, or his sneaky looks from you. he was alone, but wasnt this what he wanted?

he wanted to be alone right?

he loved it.

right?

he then realized

he loves you more then he loved being alone.

was it worth it to lose one thing you love more to prioritize the other?

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K.LEEHAN ; too friendly

! - from the beginning you knew dating leehan came with a price. everyone wanted him. some more bold than others that would go up to him and ask him out even when he had a partner. his reaction to these admirers was a stranger then how a boyfriend would react to girls hitting on him. he’d entertain the girls in front for you just to see your reaction. you knew he loved seeing you jealous which was cute at first but after a while it got old. it started to make you doubt whether he really loved you or not. if the girls would compliment leehan he’d start asking for details, “oh yeah? how much do you like me?” “my arms are pretty strong arent they?” or he’d start teasing “calm down my partners infront of me, maybe later” to which the girls, including him would laugh as he looked over to see your fuming face.

! - but this one time, you couldnt take it anymore. if this is what dating someone admired upon was like, you wanted no part. it was like normal. girls would swarm around you and leehan and start flirting, but his one comment ticked you off. “yeah of course we can hangout, im sure my partner wont mind” he winked, he looks over at you expecting to see your puffy angry face but is met with you leaving the table. he follows behind you calling for you. when he finally catches up to you thats when you spew everything youve been feeling. “i can understand if your admired i get it your handsome! but your taken and you should know that, no normal boyfriend flirts back with girls who flirt with him. i have to deal with this closing feeling in my throat and chest all because you want a little enjoyment for your day and im done.” he looked at you confused with a hint of being offended. “youre overreacting yn.” he said before being cut off with you walking away.

! - he realized he messed up 6 days later. its not like he didnt care, but he was in his state of mind that youll run back like any of his fangirls would. during those days he continued to flirt back with them now that his flock was much bigger now that he was single. but this time he flirted back much less enthusiastic as he would before, because he had no reason to, no reaction, no partner to coddle after. he now felt sick with the thought of flirting with anyone to start dating if it wasnt you. he got up from the table to which he recieved a bunch of whines and pleads to stay. he just needed fresh air. he continued walking around campus until he heard a familiar laugh. he turned his head over and seen you with another person, laughing and getting all close like you and him use too. now staring from afar he understood what you meant. he felt his chest and throat closing at the thought sight of you reliving what you and him would do with someone that wasnt him. and his words replay in his mind

“you’re overreacting yn”

“your overreacting”

“overreacting”

in fact you were not overreacting but he knew he had no right to be jealous, when his urge for you to be jealous tore you two apart.

he was on the verge of spilling his guts and you looked happy. not angry, and thats what you deserved

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K. WOONHAK ; always mad at you

! - woonhak has always been very open about his anger issues and you knew that. he was just a teen living his first life and you acknowledged that. on certain days he would hold grudges against you and not tell you why he was angry, leaving you alone to figure out and trace back to see what you had done. and it was always something small like giving him only 2 hugs instead of 3 for morning, afternoon, and night. and forbid you try to get him to communicate why he is mad at you. he’ll turn into a big angry ball yelling at every reason he should be mad

! - this one day you were so tired from school. you just wanted to walk home with your boyfriend and hopefully cuddle at home. but he wasnt waiting for you outside your class, instead you already saw him walking out of the school. catching up to him you say hi and start asking him about his day to which you recieve a mean face ignoring you. deciding to avoid that you talked about your day to which he paid no attention to. thats when you snapped “hey im talking to you!” no reply “why do you always do this, you just get mad at me and expect me to read your mind!” he turned over to you and yelled back “i dont know why you can never just think, is it that hard to realize what you did?” “no i cant read your mind woonhak!”. he just turned away and started to walk “woonhak if you keep walking were over!” he paused, to which you hoped he’d come to his senses but he kept walking

! - he realized he messed up 1 days after. day 1, he completely forgot about the night before as it was so normal for him to go back to not being mad at you when he felt like it. when you didnt walk to school with him he decided that was his reasoning for being mad you today. and when you didnt run up to him or walk up to him after school to walk together he started to be a bit confused. here is when youd start to cave but as he walked home he retraced his memory with each step and remembered what you had said when he was being petty.

‘ “woonhak if you keep walking were over!” ‘

he just kept walking, and now you werent his to walk anymore.

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“is it so wrong of me to hope she breaks your heart, is it so wrong for me to pray she tears you apart?”

[whowantslovergirl]

An: this picture is very dear to my heart

Celebrity Crush

Kate Martin x influencer! reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: reader goes to umich, cursing, this was before the umich vs iowa game and let’s pretend it was a home game for Michigan, reader is a beauty influencer, Kate being whipped, timeline of the relationship 😝 wbb masterlist

Summary: Kate goes on live saying the famous beauty influencer N/n L/n is her celebrity crush

posted: July 25, 2024

The question that started it all:

Jada was live and Kate was seen in the background listening and scrolling on her phone. Jada was looking through the comments trying to find something to respond to.

katemartinsgf: who’s yall celebrity crush??

“My celebrity crush is my boyfriend. What about you Kate?” She looked up. “What?”

“Who’s your celebrity crush?” She got up with a smile super excited to talk about you.

“It’s that one girl, she goes to umich and she does like day in the life and like get ready with me’s. I forgot her name!”

The comments immediately knew who she was talking about.

user1: OMG N/N L/N

user2: ITS N/N L/N

user3: OMG N/N L/N I LOVE HER SHES SO FUNNY

user4: N/N L/N

“Everyone’s saying N/n L/n.”

“Yes, that’s her! She’s so pretty oh my god.” Kate talked about you the whole live.

That one clip went viral, but you never seen it.

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You were scrolling on TikTok, and your notifications went crazy. People kept tagging you in this video, but you never checked it and just silenced mentions.

Thank God your friend asked if you wanted to go to the basketball game next week.

How N/n and Kate met:

“Hey guys! So today we are going to a basketball game. A girls basketball game because women sports are better and more entertaining.” You were vlogging your time before, during, and after the game and you were with your friend in the wolverine colors.

“Who’s playing?” You ask your friend.

“I think Iowa and I heard that they’re good so this will be fun.” They responded.

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“So we’re getting some snacks from the vending machine because the food that they sell is-.” Your friend cut you off.

“Fucking terrible! Omg did I tell you when I literally got food poisoning from it? Almost died for real.” You were shocked because they never told you that. They laughed at your reaction.

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While you guys were getting snacks the Iowa team were coming into the locker room. While they were walking Kate saw you at the vending machine and freaked out.

“Jada! Jada! Look who’s at the vending machine!” She looked and started going crazy with Kate. Gabbie saw this and just had to ask. “Why are yall freaking out?” They just pointed to the vending machine.

“Oh my god! Is that N/n L/n?!” They nodded out of excitement.

“Kate get her number!” Jada exclaimed. Kate looked at her with wide eyes. “What! No!”

“Why not? Just go!” She pushed Kate and you saw her, and it looked like she tripped so you went up to her.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” She looked up and widened her eyes. “Yea yea I’m fine thanks for asking.” You looked at her and your jaw actually dropped. Her height alone was very attractive and her eyes oh my. "Oh ok, wait are you on Iowa?"

"Uh yea I was just going to the locker room."

"Oh well I'm Y/n or N/n whatever you feel comfortable with."

"I'm Kate." She smiled and turned to Jada; Jada mouthed "get her number now!" She turned back to you. "Do you think I can get your number?" You raised your eyebrows, and you looked shocked. "If you're not into girls its fine I'll just go-."

"No, it's fine and yea you can get my number." You gave it to her and went back to your friend who was recording the whole thing. Jada was jumping up and down out of excitement when Kate came back.

After the game you started editing your video and left in your interaction with Kate and the comments went crazy.

user5: I just know Kate is happy asf 💀

user6: AHHHH IT HAPPENED

user7: our dream came true guys

user8: they better get together istg

user9: this cured my depression

First facetime:

You and Kate have been texting back and forth with each other even if you guys live a few states apart it never stopped you guys from liking each other. Then you suggested that you guys should facetime more, and Kate freaked out.

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"She wants to facetime! Do I look okay?" Kate asked Jada as she was trying to fix her hair. "Yes, Kate you look fine."

Then you called. "Oh my god she's calling!"

"Then answer it, Kate."

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"Hey N/n"

"Hey Kate. Wait I feel like you should have a nickname too." She smiles. "Oh yea? What should it be?" You shrugged. "I don't know like martin the martian or something." She busted out laughing. "Extra points for creativity N/n." You smile. "Thanks! Really thought about it."

You guys fell asleep on the phone together.

When Kate and Y/n finally became girlfriend and girlfriend:

Kate was planning to fly to Michigan to visit you and you were very happy. Her plane just landed, and you are almost on your way to pick her up.

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You saw her come out and got out of the car to hug her. You jumped in her arms, and she dropped her bag.

"Hey N/n."

"Hey martin the martian." You guys got in the car and drove to your apartment.

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You guys are watching a movie, and you guys were on the part where the guy asks the girl to be his girlfriend. "That is so cute. So simple but so cute." You said and Kate looked at you. "So, you don't want anything extravagant?" You shook your head. "I feel like something private between two people is better than something public."

"So do you want to be my girlfriend?" You look at her in shock. "Are you serious?!" She nodded. "Yea I'll be your girlfriend." You smiled.

When Y/n surprised Kate:

You and Kate haven't seen each other in three months. Since it was winter it was very hard to find a flight that wasn't getting delayed or cancelled but luckily you found one and are on your way to Iowa now.

You told Kate that there was a big snowstorm coming and you couldn't come until next week. That was obviously a lie. You were informed by Caitlin that there was a team dinner tonight and you should surprise her there. Right now, you are vlogging your trip to Iowa and now in a hotel room with Caitlin. "Alright guys I'm in Iowa right now with Cait." "Hey everybody!" She yelled. "But we are getting ready for the team dinner and surprise Kate. So, this will cut to when we're ready."

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"Hey guys so Y/n is still not ready so I will be occupying you guys." Cait said while setting up the camera. Before she can you came in. "Oh my god she's here guys."

"I did not take that long!" Cait just rolled her eyes. You picked up the camera. "Ok so we are going to show our outfits even though they're basic black dresses." You flipped the camera to show Cait and she started posing dramatically. Then took the camera to show you and you did the same thing you both laughed, and it cut to you hiding in the bathroom of the restaurant.

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"Right now, I'm hiding in the bathroom waiting for my signal." You said while whispering. "Jada is going to knock on the stall and Ima come out. We are doing it after dinner so I'm going to be here for about an hour but it's fine because I'm playing episode, and this story is so good oh my." After an hour passed Jada knocked on the stall and you rushed out and Jada was holding your camera. "Is it recording?" You shook your head and turned it on. "She was literally talking about you the whole dinner." You laughed. "No really, she was like 'I miss N/n' 'I'm seeing her next week, but I wanted to see her today.' You took the camera from Jada.

"Yall heard that? My bae loves me."

"No, she actually does guys." You and Jada laughed.

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The team was getting ready to leave when Coach said they're going to take a picture. Lisa was in on it, and she saw you and asked to take a picture. "Hey, can you take a picture of us?" She says smiling. "Yea of course." Kate recognized your voice but didn't turn around because you're not here anyway. You took her phone to take the picture and Kate's jaw dropped and her eyes widened. You took the picture. "We should retake it because Kate's face ruins the photo." You said laughing. She ran up to hug you. "What about the snowstorm?"

"Babe there was no snowstorm."

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When you guys got home you went to edit the video after spending time with Kate and the team. "What are you titling it?"

'Surprising my Iowa bae'

She laughed and you posted it.

user10: this is so cute omg

user11: I LOVE THEM OMG

user12: THIS IS HOW I FOUND OUT????

N/nreplied: girl where you been 🧍‍♀️

Random N/n and Kate video:

You and Kate were going to eat dinner together. They got Culvers when Kate had an idea for a video. They were going to eat while answering questions.

"Hello everyone, today we are going to be answering questions that you guys have. I was going to do something like this, but Kate wanted to do a video so bad."

"Not true." You just looked at her. "Okay before she starts lying even more, we are going to start."

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"Alright them what you got babe." Kate started showing her food. I got the cod fish burger withe extra tartar sauce with fries and a lemonade."

"She has to be healthy because she's an athlete or whatever, But I got a double butter burger with a large fry and a large Dr. Pepper. Also, some vanilla custard." She looked at you. "You're so big."

"Shut up! Ok let's eat and answer your questions!"

What's one thing you guys like about each other? And one thing you hate?

"I like Kate's smile and I hate when she makes a joke and she like looks around to make sure you laughed, and she always looks a dad waiting for his kids to laugh with like a huge smile on her face." She was laughing. "No, I don't!"

"Yes, you do!"

"My favorite thing about N/n is her humor and one thing I hate is how she makes fun of me." That made you burst out laughing. "I don't make fun of you." She looked at the camera with her jaw dropped. "Shes lying to you."

Favorite memory of each other?

They both were silent, trying to think of their favorite memory. "I don't really have one." Kate said and you nodded. "We only been dating for like six months-."

"Seven." Kate corrected. "Sorry seven months and we only spent like four of those together, so we don't really have that much." You shrugged.

First impression of each other?

"When I first saw N/n for the first time I freaked out you can ask Jada. I freaked out."

"Was that the first time you saw me in person?" She nodded.

"My first impression of Kate was I thought she was clumsy because I thought she tripped and then seeing her up close I was very attracted to her."

"Awwww you love me!" You rolled your eyes at her statement.

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After a few more questions, you ended the video and posted it without editing.

user13: them arguing is hilarious

user14: N/n and Kate world domination

user15: KATE CALLING N/N BIG BYEEEE

user16: i love their relationship like when is it my turn :(

The WNBA draft:

"Good morning! Today is the WNBA draft and Kate is getting drafted-."

"We don't know that for sure!"

"Shut up!" You wanted to vlog Kate drafted because you know it's going to happen. "Kate doesn't think she's getting drafted, but I believe that my bae is getting drafted."

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"Ok guys were getting ready and looks who's here!" You pan the camera to Jada and Gabbie, and they cheered. "So, I know some people here, but I never really watched college sports since I met Kate soo and from the people I had seen so far. By far the most attractive women I ever seen." Everyone laughed. "So yall know the drill we are going to be ready after this cut."

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"Look at us!' Kate exclaimed. "We are on our way to the draft guys. I'm so excited!" You said.

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"So, we are in our seats, and I don't know if I'm allowed to film so you guys are in my lap." You whispered. "We are almost done on the first round of picks and Kate will be chosen the second round."

"You don't know that." She whispered back and you just ignored her.

"She will be picked."

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On the 17th pick you are starting to get nervous because Kate didn't get chosen yet. They are about to announce the 18th pick for the Las Vegas Aces.

"For the 18th pick of the 2024 WNBA draft the Las Vegas Aces select.... Kate Martin." You screamed out of joy and jumped up causing your camera to fall. You hugged and kissed her with a huge smile on your face. You picked up your camera real fast so you can film Kate holding the jersey.

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"My Martin the Martian is a Las Vegas Ace!!!" You screamed in the camera with an Aces hat on. "Guys didn't I say she was going to get picked? Yea and guess what happened? She got picked!"

Since you were so happy you completely forgot that Kate will be all the way in Las Vegas.

user17: YESSSSSS SHES AN ACE

user18: I love how supportive N/n is 😍

user19: THE CAMERA BYEEEE

user20: so cute :)

Kate surprising Y/n:

It has been four months since Kate and Y/n been apart. They're still going strong because they're used to doing a long-distance relationship, but they miss each other dearly. Kate been planning on surprising you in Michigan when she goes to play a game there and she filmed most of it so you can post it.

‘Martin the Martian takeover’

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“Hey guys so I am going to surprise N/n today because she doesn’t know I’m going to Michigan. Since she graduated she is doing her masters online which is amazing clap it up for my girl.” She started clapping. “She’ll add clapping sounds don’t worry guys.”

“But anyway I’m on my way to Michigan now and I’m very excited to see her cause I haven’t seen her in like four months.”

“She tells us all the time!” Aja exclaimed in the background. Kate looked at the camera and ended the video.

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Kate is in Michigan and you are at your parent’s house just until the apartment you have gets ready for you. Your parents know that Kate is coming over and it’s killing your mom that she can’t tell you.

You got a call from Kate and you answered it. “Hello?”

“Hey N/n I sent you a little present and it says it delivered say can you check if it’s there?” You had a confused look on your face. “Ok?”

You went downstairs to see if the ‘present’ is there. You opened the door and screamed. Kate was right there filming your reaction. “Look babe I’m vlogging!” You laugh and jumped into her arms. “I missed you.” You mumbled into her shoulder. “I missed you too baby.”

“I actually got you a gift though.” She took her jersey and some tickets out of her bag. “There’s three if you want to invite your parents or friends.” You teared up. “Thank you Kate.” You give her a kiss. She ended the video and you guys hung out before you guys went to the game she left a little earlier but you were still there.

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Kate sent you the videos she made and you edited and posted ‘Martin the Martian takeover’

user21: the fact that she vlogged this knowing that N/n would want a video I LOVE THEM

user22: no they’re honestly the cutest

user23: yall better marry each other 🙄

user24: i love them

By the way this was all because Kate said N/n is her celebrity crush.

An: ending was ass BUT HOPED YOU ENJOY MY LOVERS 🤍🤍🤍🤍

[hamzahsonlygirl]

Tease.. (Hamzah NSFW)

- Bsf!Hamzah x f!reader

-Unprotected p! in v!, Dominate!hamzah x sub!reader, oral m! receiving, teasing, backshots, creampie.

-Summary: You and the gang are filming a video when there’s not enough seats and you have to sit in hamzahs lap, things get heated and eventually you and him go back to your place.

-YALL PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS IKK YALL WILL LIKE MY WRITING 🙏💕

-Proof read but lmk if i missed anything 🎀

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Pink - Hamzah

Purple -You

Blue -Mandy

Orange -Martin

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You were sitting next to mandy as Hamzah and Martin returned to the room. You 4 were playing the sims for a video after the viewers wanted to see more of you. You and hamzah has always been close friends and sometimes even flirty but nothing ever too serious. Hamzah has brought you your favorite snacks and threw some snacks at mandy as well. Martin follows him with waters before sitting down next to mandy. Hamzah is left with no where to sit with there only being three desk chairs.

“Why doesn’t hamzah just sit on your lap?”

Mandy suggests while smiling teasingly

“I would crush her what??”

Hamzah says turning to mandy while waving his hands from the top of you head to the bottom to emphasize how small you are.

“Why not just switch?”

Martin said in a tone which means “How did you guys not think of that sooner?”

You look up at hamzah staring down at you. Today you wore a short white dress with a laced up back and a good amount of cleavage showing. Hey it’s was summer, it was cute, yk you would be on camera so you wore it. However you didn’t know you’d be sitting on hamzahs lap.

“You okay with that?”

Hamzah asks with concern obviously not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“Yeah of course, it’s cool!”

you say with a smile while your subconscious starts going to a place it shouldn’t. You stand up and hamzah passes you to sit down. As he sits his shorts ride up slightly, you see hips push up as he readjusts himself in the seat. You watch as his hips jerked up only making your thoughts turn more inappropriate. Mandy and Martin were entertaining the camera by doing a first bite review of their snacks. Hamzah now looking up at you through his dark lashes gave you a half smile before patting his lap gently, ushering you to sit down. You felt something pulse in you when he pat his lap. You brushed the bottom of your dress forward so another layer of fabric would be between your growing lower heat and his lap.

Martin and Mandy finish their first bite review and Mandy starts up the game. The fans loved you because you knew everything about the sims they loved your segment of shopping for cc (custom content) for whatever character the group wanted to make. Mandy pushed the keyboard to your side of the desk, forgetting you were on Hamzah you rocked your hips forward trying to push the chair closer to the desk. You heard Hamzahs breath hitch and his hand flew to your hips holding you still. You remembered who’s lap you were on you turned slightly around, trying not to move too much, and apologized with a half smile all the while feeling very embarrassed. He smirked at you after finally taking a breath in.

“It’s okay, y/n don’t worry”

He reached his left arm around your waist and held you down on him while he scooted the chair closer. Only after you were completely flustered did you relaized he only touched you to help you move closer to the keyboard.

Little did you know Hamzah was enjoying every second of seeing you like this. Even if you were just flirty friends, there were moments when you two were alone and the flirting felt all too real. As you were downloading the custom content and all of you were making jokes back and forth when you felt hamzahs left hand (the one facing the wall) start to fiddle with the hem of your dress which was now at thigh length. He made sure mandy and martin didn’t see by doing it this on the opposite side of them. He traced circles and small shapes on your thighs sometimes exploring slightly higher, always making sure the camera couldn’t see where his hand was going. He picked up his phone with his other hand and typed something as he kept tracing your thigh. Suddenly he laughed then said

“y/n, look at this”

He said with a smile on his face. When he raised his phone to you it showed a note saying “don’t make it obvious on camera 💗.” You pretended to laugh as hamzah put his phone down and yall joined the others convo. You couldn’t help but feel soaked over the fact hamzah didn’t want it to be obvious so he did all of that just to keep teasing you on camera.

Awhile passed before martin spoke up and told everyone how late it had gotten.

“Oh shit guys it’s 11” he scoffed not believing so much time had passed.

Suddenly there was a loud bang downstairs.

“Guys where’s carl?” (Mandy and Martins cat if you didn’t know ^_^)

Mandy asks as she looks around and sees no sight of him.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck”

Martin starts chanting as him and mandy jump up to run down stairs and stop whatever mischief their cat is making. When they’re gone the door slams behind them and you quickly realize it’s just you and Hamzah alone. You don’t say anything as you can feel his eyes on your back. As you think about how it’d feel to have his hands push down your back into an arch position his fingers gently connect with the top of your spine; before slowly making their way down.

“Hamzah…”

You breathe out quietly. He makes no reply expect the change in touch, he took his fingers off your spine and started tracing the criss cross pattern on your open back dress.

“hmm?”

He finally hums. You realize what’s going on and quickly try to stand up but hamzahs hands grip onto your waist and hold you firmly on his lap.

“Please don’t run from me, y/n”

He says softly as he leaves small soft kisses on your spine and shoulders. You could feel something hard underneath you. You moved your hips slightly into his; this made him stop breathing for a second and you knew exactly what the hard thing was that pressed against your clothed heat.

You both could hear Mandy and Martin make their way back up the stairs. You looked over your shoulder at hamzah as he put a finger to his lips giving you the universal sign of “shhh” with a smirk on his lips. As you turned you head back around you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he is. As the couple sat down and are distracted hamzah carefully lifts the bottom of your dress from under you so it pools on his lap. He slowly reachers he hand higher up your body; looking into the camera making sure you can’t see. When he reaches high enough hes met with the surprise of you having no panties on. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear. His soft lips brushed up against your skin.

“you’re such a good girl, y/n.”

In that moment you could feel something leak out of you. You had to get out of there. As if the gods heard your need to not be in a room with Mandy and Martin anymore, Martin spoke up.

“Hamzah can you give y/n a ride home, carl made a huge mess down stairs, we can finish filming tomorrow.”

Hamzah almost jumped at the chance to drive you home but he kept his cool and replied with an almostttttttt too eager sounding

“Yeah, of course..”

The drive back from Martin and Mandy’s wasn’t too far but far enough to the point you didn’t know what to say after what just happened. You turned on the radio and the party and the after party came on. Hamzah side eyed you and raised his eyebrow slightly. You blushed not knowing THAT type of song would come on. He reached over the cup holders between you guys while keeping his eyes on the road.

It was dark blue outside and the road was dead. Hamzahs car was warm and smelled nice. His big hand was cold as he places it just a bit too high on your thigh. Without realizing it a small moan/sigh slipped through your lips which filled hamzahs confidence in a way you couldn’t even imagine.

You stare down at hamzahs huge hand on your thigh. “he’s never touched me like this before” you thought to yourself, imagining all the other ways you’d want him to touch you, to kiss you, be in you. He noticed your eyes lingering on his hand, he pushed your legs open slightly keeping his eyes on the road the whole time.

“What y/n? tell me what you want?”

He said while rubbing his middle and ring finger tips on your inner thigh. You knew he was doing that with those fingers on purpose…but it worked. You imagined how his long fingers would feel on your pulsing clit. This was just embarrassing at this point, you could feel yourself starting to drip onto his car. You stuttered at first trying to get out your needs to Hamzah.

“Please t-touch me hamzah…”

Your voice was barely above a whisper but it drove him insane just hearing you need him so desperately. his lifted your dress slightly higher before running a finger alone your wet folds.

“fuck y/n.” Hamzah breathed out softly after feeling how soaked you were for him.

You arrived at your place as hamzah turned off the car and tried to take his hand away you grabbed his wrist. He could see your half lided eyes and your front teeth sink into the soft flesh of your bottom lip. Your hair slightly messy infront. If he wasent rock hard from feeling how wet you were, he definitely was now. He could feel his cock starting to twitch as he continued to play with your clit and folds. You held his wrist inbetween your legs tightly, he bit his lip before speaking softly into your ear.

“if you think this feels good let me show you inside just how much of a good girl you are”

He said barley above a whisper while he placed soft kisses on your neck. Without a second thought you got out of the car and went inside your place as hamzah followed. When the door shut behind you both he pushed you against it. He studied your face for a moment

“can i kiss you, y/n”

This wasn’t you and hamzahs first kiss but it was your first sober kiss. You thought it was sweet how he asked and made sure. You nodded biting your bottom lip craving to know what his lips against yours felt like. He pulled you closer by your waist before leaning in softly to kiss you. The first few kisses were soft and slow, he wanted to remember this moment, remember how soft your lips felt; He thought about how good they’d feel wrapped around his cock. His mind drove him wild as he picked up and held you against the wall, now kissing you rougher.

You felt the bulge in his pants grow continuously as you grinded against him. You moaned as the head of his cock grinded against your sore clit.

“tell me what you want, baby, let me hear your pretty voice.”

He spoke to you so sweetly you could’ve came right there. You reached down to cup his bulge which made his cock throb under his boxers and shorts.

“i want you in my mouth, hamzah.”

You said to him shamelessly as you started up at him through your dark long lashes. He carried you to your bed and took his shirt off. You left your dress on knowing a white, lacy sundress turns him on crazy. (A fact he shared with you while you were both high out of your mind) You got on your hands and knees and slowly made your way up to his waist. You softly kissed down his stomach and v line. As you kissed his v line you started pulling his shorts down as he stared down at you with half lidded eyes. You bit your lip. His cock was throbbing under his now suffocatingly tight boxers.

“You’re so big, Hamzah”

You said breathlessly as you licked his tip through his boxers. His head fell back and his hands found a place in your hair.

“please y/n, i need you so badly.” He sighed while slightly moving his hips closer to your face.

In this moment you slowly pulled down his boxers letting his cock spring out and hit his stomach. Your eyes widened and he smirked and laughed at your reaction.

“aw cmon. you got this baby, who’s my good girl?”

He asked while reassuring you. He pumped his dick up and down slowly before carefully placing his tip ontop of your soft wet lips. His cock was throbbing and wanted nothing more but to fuck you senselessly but he knew good things come with patience.

“I’m your good girl.”

You said softly with a half smile before opening your mouth slightly and sticking your tongue out balancing his erection on it.

“you look so pretty like this…”

He started saying as he slapped his soft pink tip on your plush tongue. Before placing his cock on your face, enjoying the view of how you were HIS slut.

“…so pretty with my cock on your face. Does that make you horny baby, being treated like this?”

“it’s only cause it’s you treating me like this hamzah.”

You replied before grabbing him at the base and slowly licking your way up making sure to keep eye contact with each painfully slow lick. Your lips wrapped around his tip before slowly taking him all in your mouth. Your throat needed a second to adjust but when it did his moans only got louder. You loved how vocal he is.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s so good y/n. just like that!”

He moaned out as you bobbed your head up and down, quickening your pace. You made sure to focus on his tip and the underside of his cock, sucking his tip softly but hard, and making sure your tongue licks up and down the underside of his cock as he goes in and out of your mouth. He pulled your hair into a ponytail and started rolling his hips in and out of your wet mouth. You couldn’t help but giggle softly while seeing how good he was feeling from using you.

“hm? you think that’s funny?”

He asked in a cocky tone before pulling out from your mouth and throwing you on the bed. He slowly pulled down your dress straps while leaving pecks down your neck till he got to your breast. He looked up at you for consent that he could take your dress off. You smiled at him and he immediately untied the bow at the bottom of the criss cross pattern dress. When the top of the dress fell he stared at your bare tits for a moment before taking one of your nipples between his two fingers and rolling it softly while his mouth cupped around the other nipple and slowly began sucking. His tongue playing with your nipple moving it in every different direction. Your moans started to fill the room as your back arched wanting more and more of him. More of his touch.

“Yeah… not so funny now, right?”

He asked with a smirk on his face. He standing at the the edge of the bed with your bottom half right on the edge. His cock pressed against your wetness by accident as he pulled you closer by your hips. He fell slightly forward from the feeling. He couldn’t believe how wet and warm you were, all for him, and his dick was only rubbing against the outside of your pussy. You needed him inside you so badly you’d do anything, you’d beg for him if he wanted.

“Hamzah, please…please i need you”

You spoke softly almost whining, so desperately and needy it drove him insane he felt like his cock was going to explode if he didn’t fuck you right now.

“Cmon baby, talk to me, tell me what you want.”

He rubbed his tip on your clit, his precum and your wetness mixing on your folds.

“Please fuck m-me hamzah, fuck me like a slut i’m yours.”

You stuttered from the feeling of his head circling your clit.

“That’s my good girl…”

He trailed off before slowly pushing his huge cock into your small pussy. He couldn’t help but moan out your name as he bullied his way into your tight cunt. The feeling of him stretching you out for the first time was unbelievable. You wanted his cock to be in you all the time now. You didn’t even want to imagine how empty you’ll feel without him inside you.

“You okay baby, i’m not hurting you right?”

He asked concerned after hearing you whimpering underneath him. You quickly shook your head wanting nothing more then for him to be fully inside you.

“n-no please go deeper Hamzah. please.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at how desperate you were, he loved how you wanted his cock so bad you were pleading without him even asking.

“It’s only half way in, princess…you sure?”

He said calling you something he never had before. ‘princess’ you felt yourself become even more soaked and your juices coating the part of his cock that weren’t yet inside you. He felt your pussy try to suck him in deeper when he called you that and wasn’t about to let it go unmentioned.

“that turn you on…princess? you like when I call you that.”

He asked innocently before sharply thrusting the rest of his length into you. The wind was knocked out of you as you cry/moaned .

“fuck, fuck please do that again, keep going please hamzah”

You begged him, you needed his cock to hit that spot deep inside you again, however for hamzah that spot wasent so deep because he was so big. Every thrust he made into you felt like it went deeper and deeper. He started off with a slow and steady pace making sure your walls get used to his size. As he thrusted into you he mumbled sweet nothings in your ear.

“so…so warm.” “you’re doing so good for me.” “you like when I fuck you like this?”

Every word and every thrust pushed you further and further till a familiar feeling inside your stomach crept up on you. You felt yourself about to unravel on his cock and he could tell by how loud you were getting.

He flipped you over and arched you back down so you were in the doggy position before slamming his cock back into you and pulling you hips back and forth on this cock.

“yeah fuck yeah, just like that hamzah, fuck, youre so good…”

You moaned out as he pulled your hair back.

“Yeah princess tell me how good my cock feels fucking you..”

He quick ended his pace wanting nothing more but to cum together. He watched your pussy as he thrusted in and out of you. in. out. in. out. in. out. It was mesmerizing, the way your pussy sucked his cock in. So needy.

“Your cock feels so good inside me, baby”

You whimpered.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck hamzah im gonna cum…please please cum in me hamzah!”

You begged for his cum which made him slam his hips into your ass, fucking you at a pace and deepness you didn’t think was humanly possible.

“Yeah princess, cum on my cock, i want to feel that pretty little pussy twitch around me.”

Hamzah had learned you loved words and loved being told sweet nothings.

“i’m gonna fill that pretty little pussy up with my cum, so so deep inside you princess, is that what you want?”

This completely sent you over the edge as you came you begged hamzah to cum deep inside you. With a final few thrust you felt his cock twitch before feeling slightly more filled up than you did before. You could feel his cum move inside you as he slowly pulled out. Your body sank down from an arched position and hamzah carefully laid down and spooned you.

“so maybe we should talk about what all this means.”

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Leaving it at that for now!! please send request i need more ideas. I’ll write specific kinks, scenarios rlly anything lol :3 besides anything under the influence, i personally don’t believe you can consent under any substance besides like weed lmao

[biibini]

would you please consider my request? 😆😋😋

mizu wants to see f!reader to masturbate in front of her and ask reader right away then mizu just enjoying the show and saying bunch of filthy words, guiding and all but also ended up having her fingers fucking the reader until the reader is pleading for mizu to stop pathetically but mizu is too lustful because how sweet and hot you sound

show & tell ༊*·˚

nsfw modern!mizu x reader smut (request)

tags: NSFW, smut, modern!mizu, f!reader, masturbation with an audience, dirty talk, praise, so much praise, mizu has a DIRTYYYY mouth, fingering, guiding, finger-sucking, mizu holding back, if you squint rlly hard its edging on the dl, teasing, begging, she pussy whipped lets be real

a/n: i apologize for being MIA,, midterms has been kicking my ass lately :( i hope yall enjoy this though, i've been cookin this for a while

18+ below the cut!

You and Mizu are laying side by side, the moonlight shining into the bedroom. It’s one of those nights where you’re cuddling, and a little bit of making out to end the night.

That’s at least what you expected.

Mizu’s lips softly kiss against yours as her arms wrap around your sides, pulling you closer to her. You lock lips, letting her guide you. You feel up her neck and up to the back of her head. Her arms wrap tighter. In response, you let your fingers run deep into her hair, grasping onto it from the sudden squeeze.

Mizu pulls back and gasps, her mouth agape from the unexpected pull. She scoffs playfully. You watch as her eyes darken under the moonlight, glimmering with spirit.

“Oh, so you want to play that game, huh.”

Before you can react, you feel her lips back on you again. Instead of feeling her on your lips, she starts to work her way down your neck. With each kiss, you feel a jolt of pleasure run up your neck. As Mizu works her way closer to your ears, a moan escapes your lips.

“Feels good, doesn’t it.”, she teases. You feel her arms slowly loosen their grip on you, allowing her to continue her work on your neck.

“Mmhm, Mizu- ah-”, you respond back. You could barely answer back as you felt Mizu playfully nibble at your neck, leaving small maroon spots to blossom later tonight.

Her arms wrap around your upper half, pulling your neck closer to her lips. You feel one of her hands gently caress your hips, teasing you to a night of pleasure. Initially, she was content with making out before bed. Instead, a curious thought entertained Mizu’s head. Something that you had never done in front of her before.

You attempt to mirror her actions and reach for her instead, hoping to bring her the same pleasure from your touch. However, Mizu unexpectedly pulls your hands away.

“Let's try something new tonight.”, she says into your ear. The allure of her voice sends shivers up your spine. She pulls away from your neck to watch your reaction. “How does that sound, baby?”

Something new?

“What did you have in mind?”, you ask, curious about her request.

You feel her hand move your hands away from her hips. Instead, she places them towards your panties, gently palming around your entrance. She comes back closer to your neck, inches away from your ear.

“I wanna watch you.”, she answers with a lust in her voice. She grins before planting a kiss close to your ear. “I wanna see you play with yourself.”

You freeze as your brain tries to comprehend Mizu’s request. It didn’t help that she was leaving soft kisses along your neck. Did she just say-

“Can you do that for me, hmm?”

Her question left you stunned. Her soft kisses contradicted the request. 

It didn’t help that you instantly melt under her voice. 

You could only nod as she lets go of your hand below, giving you the freedom to touch yourself as you place. Her free hand places itself on the other side of your neck, gently brushing over the blooming maroon marks from her earlier work. As she continued her hard work on your neck, you start to move your fingers, circling your throbbing clit atop the fabric of your panties.

Left to your imagination, you imagine how you would normally touch yourself alone. How you would think about Mizu’s touches and build up while you pleasured yourself. Without thinking, your fingers apply pressure against the outside of your entrance. You feel your middle finger toy with your clit through the fabric, making your head throw back in response. You think about how Mizu’s fingers mimicking yours while her head was in between your thighs. Perhaps they were kissing down your thighs.

Or leaving marks closer to your heat.

Instinctively, hums and moans start to escape your mouth.

Little did you know that Mizu had been watching you slowly unfold without her touch. Now pulled away from your neck, she carefully watches the show. You continue to play with yourself, the damp spot by your entrance growing with every second that passes. 

“What a good girl… Following my request so easily.”, Mizu praises you. You look up and spot her sitting next to you. Your eyes meet her gaze. They long for entertainment. A good show.

Following her voice, you slide your panties to the side, giving her a full view of your dewy mess. You watch her eyes redirect themselves towards the star of the show. You teasinly tug on your the fabric, using it to rub against your pulsing clit. You let moans escape, allowing Mizu to fully hear the magic happen.

You feel the dampness and sweat build up and spread across your inner thighs. They paint your thighs and entrance with your slick, glimmering under the moonlight.

“Fuck, baby.”

Mizu could only watch as her pretty girl was unfolding in front of her very eyes. Sure, she orchestrated this entire thing. But being a viewer during this engaging show began to be… damned difficult.

On the other hand, you continued to stimulate yourself with your panties, the knot starting to build inside you. You could think about Mizu usual touches to help you get closer to your peak. 

You could also just think about her praises and instantly unfold.

Mizu could only sit and stare at your slick spreading across your thighs. How it would easily lubricate her fingers. How it would feel so cooling on her face as she ate you out. How sweet you would taste.

“God you’re just, so wet. Let me taste how sweet you are.”, Mizu commented.

Following orders, you fully pull off your panties. You feel your fingers touch your sticky entrance, dipping into the puddle you had created all on your own. Your fingers directly touch your folds, swirling around your bare entrance.

Mizu as a viewer was sitting at the edge of her seat. 

“I know, that’s all you.”, she praised as she continued to watch your fingers gather as much slick as you could.

Dear god, this was a lot to handle, Mizu thought. This is the first time she had ever watched you fully masturbate in front of you. Yeah sure, she’s definitely done multitudes of other things that would instantly make you finish. There’s not doubt about that.

But to watch a one-woman show? Without her touch?

She was just a first timer.

She witnesses you bringing your index and middle finger closer to you. She watched as some of your juices ran down your hand. At this point, Mizu could barely handle being a viewer, the sexual frustration driving her over the edge. Impatiently, she grabbed your finger and pulled it close to her mouth.

“Let me taste before it drips down now.”

Your fingers touch Mizu’s tongue. The slick enters her mouth, the coating mixing with her saliva. She gently sucks on your fingers to get a taste of you. You feel some of the liquid escape and end up smothered on her lips.

“Mmm, you taste so… so sweet.”, she pauses to say. Mizu continues to indulge herself with your fingers, savoring your taste with her wet tongue. 

You’ve never seen her so pussy-whipped in your life.

You stared in awe and watched as she sucked your fingers clean. She pulls your wrist back down to your very dripping wet mess. With her other hand, she messily wipes away the mess she made on her face. 

She looks back at you. You easily read the neediness in her ocean blue eyes. But you couldn’t read how much she was holding back.

“Keep touching yourself with those fingers.”

Following her command, you watched as Mizu laid back, becoming a viewer of the show you were putting on. To think that you could get this wet without her touches was an absurd idea. Yet here she is, doing nothing except watching & indulging your every move.

You continue to touch yourself and watch your only viewer continue to hold back. While Mizu was watching your every move, you began to read every sign: her hand gripping onto the sheet, her mouth practically drooling from the view, and her eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

She looks so frustrated, yet at the same time, so desperate for you.

You slip a finger inside, its length easily sliding into you. You hum in pleasure. Out of curiosity, you look up to Mizu to find her eyes lit up out of interest while she bit the inner corner of her lips. You took it upon yourself to slowly pull in and out, mimicking what Mizu would usually do if she was in charge. You open your legs wider as you continued your slow pace, your slick coating your finger once again.

In and out, Mizu watched. She stared at your painfully slow pace, your liquids gushing out with every push inside. She said one command and her girl immediately followed? How obedient.

“You’re so well-behaved, Y/N.”, Mizu cooed. Her hand moves closer to your head, gently caressing the top of your head while you continue to fuck yourself in front of her. Her voice makes your insides grip on your finger tighter, making you moan in response.

“Aw, is my good girl dripping wet?”, she teases, her voice lowering. “Practically soaking from my words?”

“Y-Yeah.”, you moan out breathily. You pull out to massage the outside of your entrance with your fingers before you quickly slip your index and middle fingers inside. A small cry comes out of your mouth as you feel the two digits slip into you, stretching you out. It feels so familiar yet so unknown at the same time.

As good as you felt, you wished it was Mizu instead. You wished for her slender fingers to substitute yours, to feel them sink deep into you. But instead, you can only pleasure yourself with the thought.

“Such a good girl,”, Mizu cups your face, her hands up now against your flushed face. “Aren’t you? Hm, Y/N?”

She chuckles at the growing heat of your face, gently caressing your cheeks.

You nod in response, pumping your fingers inside you, going at the same slow place as before. Your liquids continue to pour out, making a wet mess in between your thighs. The tantalizing pace felt like torture. But with Mizu’s praise, it felt so fucking good. 

You continue the pace, thinking about Mizu once again. How her fingers would be able to reach places you couldn’t. How they would be able to hit the right spots immediately. How you would always arch your back to feel her hit a deeper angle. How her touch would send shivers done your back.

And how her hand would take control of you while you finished on her fingers.

“Go faster for me. I know you can do that for me.”

And faster you did.

You lean your face into her hand and close your eyes. Your mind continues to fantisize about your viewer as you speed up the pace. You groan as your fingers pumped in and out, continuing to stretch your insides. You feel your clit throb as it gains pleasure with every pump.

You groan as you feel your wrists start to strain from the speed. You rest your hand on your inner thigh, attempting to gain some control before you completely tire out. The new angle makes a moan slip out.

“Mmm, that’s it.”, Mizu praises as she continues to caress your cheek, watching you get closer and closer to your peak. “Good job baby.”

You continue your pace, using her praise to fuel your speed. You feel her face inch closer to yours, her breath tickling your neck. You tighten around your fingers as Mizu places soft kisses down your neck. Shivers start running down your spine as your mind races, practically aching to feel more of her. You continue to moan in response.

However, your pace begins to falter as your wrists start to give out. Mizu notices this change and leaves one final kiss on your neck before inching closer to your ear.

“Getting tired so soon?”, she teased, her voice echoing inside your ear.

“Mmhmm, yeah- ah!”, you yelp as you feel Mizu’s hand pull away from your face. The pads of her fingers start to gently circle around your clit, building up the pleasure even more. Your wrist gives out and you slowly pull out, leaving them to lie to the side.

You feel Mizu’s fingers explore past your clit.

“You’re this wet without me?”, she taunted, her fingers now inches away from your dripping wet entrance. “My pretty girl is all excited for me?”, she lowly whispers in your ear.

Instinctively, your thighs close in, your hips pathetically grind against her. You’re still throbbing, needing something, anything at this point, to go inside and finish you off.

And her voice… God, her voice made praise sound so sinful yet so good.

You attempt to keep your voice down as you unfold under her touch. She moves close to your entrance, prepping her fingers with your slick. As she coats her fingers, you feel her lips touch your neck once again, leaving a few marks scattered down your neck, each soon to blossom a deep shade of maroon.

“So fucking wet…”, she groans as two of her fingers enter you, letting the lust take over.

She couldn’t play as an audience member anymore. She knew you missed this, and so did she. What fun is a show if the audience can’t interact with the talent on stage?

In this case, you were a dripping-wet talent. And soon to become a vocal talent at that.

You moan in response, her digits going deep as you had fantasized earlier. 

“Fuck, Y/N, it slipped in so easily. You miss me this much?” she says, smirking at you.

At this point, you can't control what to say. All you can do is react with a nod as her fingers fully sink inside of u. They fully stretch your insides, reaching a deep spot inside u. Mizu feels you tighten around her fingers. She knew your sweet voice couldn’t be self-contained. Testing the waters, she slowly pulls out all the way before deeply thrusting inside of you. You feel another jolt of pleasure hit you. A loud cry comes out, louder than ever before.

“Mizu, please… I’m- ah-“

You feel her slip in another digit. It slip inside you so easily yet all you could do was cry in response. Mizu slows down the pace, letting the new digit stretch you out even more.

“I’m so close Mizu. It’s just so much-”

You try to explain as the three digits plunge deep into you. Instinctively, you grab the sheets, gripping tight onto them. Mizu slowly pulls out once again and thrusts back quickly and deeply into you. Your moans grow louder with every thrust, the pace slowly gaining speed. Mizu feels you clench around her, getting tighter with every pump.

Every nerve, every ache continues to grow in pleasure as Mizu quickens the pace. All she could hear is the squelching from her thrusts and your sweet moans, motivating her to continue her pace.

“Mizu, please, It’s so- fuck!”, you cry out in pleasure as you feel yourself gain closer to your peak, feeling the familiar knot grow tighter and tighter in your lower stomach. Her breath hitched, tickling against your neck.

You call out her name out loud as her pace grew faster, pumping fast and deep into your soaking-wet insides. Mizu listened as your cries grew even louder, echoing against the bedroom walls. Your thighs start trembling, hoping to close the gap between them.

At this point, she could easily read you. How close you were to unfolding and finishing on her fingers. How close you were to yelling and screaming her name. How close you were to twitching and tightening around her fingers.

“Lemme hear that pretty voice of yours.”, she requested for the last time.

With one final thrust, you feel yourself reach your high, spasming against Mizu’s continuous pace deep into you. Your thighs attempt to close, your hips instinctively grind against her fingers. She continued the pace, relentlessly pushing deep into you as you ride out your high.

You turn to Mizu, whining next to her, letting her hear your melodic cries late into the night.

[uceyliyahh]

CALL UP

summary: “Who you gon' run to when I'm gone?” Sianni went to the club with her friends completely ignoring Jey’s text messages showing out in front of her friends why? Bc she’s single ofc until he pulls up and puts her in her place.

warnings: toxic ex-boyfriend, unprotected sex, choking, daddy kink, dominance, cream-pie, baby doll, mama, toxic cycle, hair pulling, fluff at the end :)

word count: 3977

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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Sianni

I was excitedly preparing to hit the club with my friends Bianca and Trinity, finally free from the toxic grip of Jey. It felt liberating to know I could do whatever I wanted. We had been stuck in a harmful cycle for far too long. Every time I confronted him about his questionable behavior, he would dismiss my concerns and label me as delusional for trusting what I saw online.

This time, things took a turn for the worse; it was one of the most intense arguments we’ve ever had in our relationship. I had come across a video of him at a club, where a girl was all over him while he chatted with someone else. At first, I brushed it off, but then I received a text from her, complete with screenshots and photos of them together. That shattered me, and in that moment, I realized our time together was coming to an end.

When he returned home from his tour, I confronted him about the situation. Instead of owning up to it, he started denying everything, claiming she was lying and that the screenshots and photos were fabricated. I couldn't believe it and rolled my eyes, refusing to entertain his nonsense any longer. It became clear to me that I needed to end things for good. I was tired of his manipulation and the way he made me feel like I was losing my mind over something he had actually done.

In the present moment, he has been bombarding me with messages and calls, but I refuse to engage. I won’t be fooled by his games again. I applied some lip gloss, rubbing my lips together to create that perfect “pop.” Just then, I heard a car honking outside. When I glanced out the window, I spotted Bianca and Trin arriving.

As I reached for my purse and keys, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, alerting me to another text message from Jey.

Stink💔 sent a message

Stink💔: Ayo Sianni yo’ ass better stop playing with me and come tf home yk them pictures were fake.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his message. He knows those screenshots and photos are genuine; he's just frustrated that he got caught once more. I'm exhausted from going around in circles with him on this issue, so I decided to send him a quick message before putting my phone away in my purse.

Mamas🩷: Jey leave me tf alone aight? You know them screenshots and photos of yall two together are real asf clear as day as a matter of fact I am single and I can do whatever I want so why don’t you go back to that hoe you was fucking and leave me alone.

Upon sending him that message, my phone buzzed once more, prompting a deep sigh as I noticed his reply appear on the screen.

Stink💔: single? Tuh girl yo’ ass is funny keep fucking with me yo’ ass better not be at the club tonight tell Trin and Bianca to drop you off over here now

Could he really be serious? I'm done with these mind games; he made his choice to cheat on me with someone from his own workplace.

Mamas🩷: Joshua you fucking heard me nigga I’m not repeating myself and I’m goin’ to the club either way because I’m fucking single 🙄

I stepped outside, securing the door behind me, and made my way to Bianca’s car. As I approached, she lowered the window, poked her head out, and waved enthusiastically at me.

“Heyyy girly you ready to get turnt up tonight!” Bianca exclaimed.

“Hell yeah! I needed this for real and Trin tell Jey to leave me alone please,” I said as I got in the backseat of Bianca’s car.

Trinity raised her hands, clearly wanting to distance herself from the chaos between me and her brother-in-law. "You need to sort that out with him," she advised, and I nodded in agreement, feeling my phone vibrating in my purse.

When I checked my phone, I saw three missed calls from him, and he was clearly losing it. On top of that, there were three messages waiting for me that completely took me by surprise.

three missed calls from Stink💔

Stink💔: bring yo’ ass home Sianni I’m not fucking playing with yo’ ass

Stink💔: I will pull up in the bitch a snatch yo’ little ass up and you won’t be having no type of fucking fun

Stink💔: acting fucking stupid for no fucking reason better not be shaking no ass you tryna be hoe huh?

Was it bad that I love this shit from him? Him being all aggressive and upset at me for breaking up with him and then heading to the club to act out? Yes it was toxic but did I care? Not really.

Mamas🩷: Joshua I don’t give a flying fuck what’chu yapping about my nigga all of this would’ve been avoided if you would’ve just said yes that you fucked her that’s all but no you want to be innocent and be fucking stupid.

Stink💔: Don’t fucking disrespect me Sianni I will fix all of that shit in a heartbeat and I told you none of them screenshots were real but you wanna listen to Jaida huh? You barely know her.

Mamas🩷: MAYBE she didn’t want me to look more stupid than I already do so how about you go fuck her Jey and leave me alone I told you I’m done

Stink💔: see there you go again being fucking stupid it’s okay I got something for that ass when I come snatch yo’ ass up keep on Sianni

Mamas🩷: I’m not goin back and forth with you nigga goodbye 🖕🏾

I tucked my phone away into my purse, letting out a deep sigh as I gazed out the window at the stars and the moon illuminating the night sky, hoping fervently that he wouldn’t arrive.

Bianca shouted above the pulsating beats of the club, "You two really need to mature! How much longer are you going to drag this out?"

"I genuinely care for him, but every time we seem to be in a good place, things take a turn for the worse when he starts acting sneaky." It’s incredibly frustrating. I decided to ignore his call and put my phone on do not disturb because I just couldn’t handle his drama tonight.

He could have simply admitted that he cheated on me during the times we were apart, especially since our long-distance relationship made it difficult to connect. I understood that being apart would be challenging, but this situation felt far worse than anything I had experienced before. Even when I reached out to him, his responses were often delayed, sometimes not coming until the afternoon. I tried to be patient and not pressure him about it, but everything changed when that girl, Jaida, sent me those screenshots and pictures of them together. It shattered me completely.

Addressing him about this issue or any other concerns I picked up from people online would lead him to dismiss everything as merely “work related.” I found that hard to accept and called him out on it, which only sparked intense arguments. He would manipulate the situation, leaving me in tears and forcing me to apologize. It was a relentless, toxic cycle that I was utterly exhausted by.

I longed for open communication and the reassurance I needed, but he never provided that. I reached my breaking point.

"All my single ladies, it's your time to shine!" The DJ called out into the mic, setting the stage for an electrifying moment as he seamlessly transitioned the music to TGIF by GloRilla.

Going to the club isn't about shedding tears over a guy who doesn't appreciate you or your feelings. It's about hitting the dance floor with your friends, letting loose, and enjoying life to the fullest. Embrace the night, forget your worries, and make unforgettable memories with your girls.

"Let’s have an unforgettable night and leave all our worries behind! I’m excited to be with you, my girls, since we don’t get to hang out nearly enough." With that, I downed a shot of Hennessy and made my way to the dance floor, ready to let loose.

I started dancing freely, not caring who was watching or what they thought. All that mattered was enjoying myself and letting go of the pain Jey had caused me. I was tired of the stress he brought into my life, and I was ready to embrace a good time without worrying about our relationship.

Bianca was clearly putting on a show for Trinity, and I couldn't help but laugh at their antics. Suddenly, I felt two hands gripping my hips, pulling me onto their lap. I playfully backed up against the guy behind me, moving my hips in a circular motion as I ground against him. I could sense his excitement, even though he knew he wouldn't be getting anything from me.

He explored every inch of my body, tracing my curves with his hands, his grip tightening around my throat as the alluring scent of Jack Daniel’s enveloped us.

“You cute as hell babygirl. You tryna head to the back? Got all of this ass on me.”

“Nah. you can get yo' hands off my girl."

I stood frozen, my heart racing as that deep, raspy voice echoed from behind me. I watched in shock as the guy was grabbed from behind, prompting me to spin around instantly. There on the ground lay the man, unconscious, after Jey had delivered a powerful punch to his face.

Fuck. I just knew he was going to make an appearance. Just to do something like this when he doesn’t get his way.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Like honestly?” I shouted as I shoved him away.

“I told yo’ ass sianni I fucking told you now grab yo’ shit and head towards the car don’t make me repeat myself. Got me fucked up.” He shouted while I remained there, arms crossed and unyielding.

He swept me off my feet, hoisting me onto his shoulders as he snatched my purse and phone. His gaze flicked between Bianca, Trinity, and the guy groaning on the ground.

"I had no idea she was your girlfriend; it seemed like she was ready to let loose."

Jey released me momentarily, seizing the man by the edge of his shirt and delivering another punch to ensure he stayed unconscious. Then, without hesitation, he hoisted me back onto his shoulders, even as I struggled to break free.

I was thrashing and wriggling like a child, playfully hitting him on the back, until a swift smack on my backside made me pause and reconsider my actions.

“This what I have to deal with? When yo’ ass could’ve just came home like the fuck I said but no you wanted to show you fucking ass tonight!” He shouted as he released me, forcing me down against his car and holding me firmly in position.

"If you weren't such a blatant hypocrite and a liar, I wouldn't have to deal with this situation, Joshua! A little honesty from you would have gone a long way! I'm so frustrated with you! While I'm at home waiting for you, you’re out entertaining other women at work, making me feel like a fool! " All this anger and resentment I have towards you stems from your actions, and it has left me feeling utterly worthless.

“Lower your fucking tone when you speak to me Sianni and I fucking told you it was work related nothing more!”

"It's hard to believe that entertaining other women and being intimate with them is considered part of the job. I don't see Jimmy or Montez treating Trin and Bianca that way, so what's your excuse now? Try to come up with something more original, or better yet, just be honest you fucking asshole." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him, struggling to maintain my composure as tears threatened to spill down my cheeks.

“The fuck you just, you know what I’m not dealing with this shit tonight. Get in the fucking car.”

I’m not going anywhere with you, Joshua. I’m heading back into the club with Trin and Bianca. I can’t stand you; I absolutely despise you, Joshua. My feelings for you are nothing but hatred.

“Get in the fucking car Sianni. You starting to piss me the fuck off with all of this stupid shit you doing tonight. Jey swung open the passenger door of his car, casting a scrutinizing glance in my direction. “Get yo’ ass in the mother-fucking car Sianni I’m not playing with you and you aren’t going nowhere yo’ ass can say how much you hate me all you want but I know yo’ ass ain’t leaving me.”

“Ouuu! Fuck!” I grunted feeling my face being smudge into the bed sheets as he pummeled me from the back.

“This is what you wanted right? Showing yo’ fucking ass tonight so take this dick like a good girl for me mama,” When Jey exhaled, he gave me the one-leg-up, one-leg-down combination, which gave him more leverage to drag my ass back. “throw that ass back in circles for me baby doll,”

I was completely bewildered by what he was demanding from me, especially with the harsh blows he was delivering at that moment. When I failed to heed his words, his hand came down forcefully, striking me while he seized my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze. “the fuck did I just say? throw yo’ ass back in circles like you did at the club being a hoe,” Before I could hurl it back at him, his hand slammed down again.

“Mhmm, look at you. this is my fucking pussy you hear me? you had him thinking you was finna give him some tonight. was you gonna give it up baby doll?”

“Noooo…fuck..Jey…”

My pussy tightens gripping against him as his hand thuds my ass again.

“So fucking tight. you were going to give all of this away? something that belongs to me and only me? you’re fucking crazy,”

I couldn’t be angry at him or be upset at him while he as beating my insides in so roughly. My pussy was practically begging for that urge of release, I knew that this was going to happen this never-ending cycle of us arguing and then fucking I was tired of it but within each thrust he had given me he had to remind me that I was his and belong to him and nobody else. It was toxic very toxic but I would always fall for it because I love him and I would do anything for him but this time it felt different way different than before I was talking reckless to him and he once again showed me who was in control of this situation fucking me until my body felt numb.

The car ride was filled with harsh language and hurtful comments. Once we arrived home, I felt compelled to pack a suitcase. I was exhausted from this relentless cycle; it was mentally draining, and he seemed completely indifferent to my struggles. Deep down, I didn’t want to leave him, but I had reached my breaking point. It wasn’t my fault that I felt suspicious about his actions. I had no desire for revenge; that simply wasn’t who I was. After gathering some clothes, I made my way to the door, only to find him blocking my path and yanking the suitcase from my grasp.

“Yo’ ass ain’t leaving me Sianni. Get in the fucking room and wait for me in there. acting fucking reckless tonight I’m not having it.”

I rolled my eyes as he attempted to grab my suitcase, saying, “Joshua, I’m not playing this game anymore. I’ve made it clear that I’m completely finished with you. Go find someone else, like Jaida, and just leave me alone.”

“Why do you have do be so fucking stupid Sianni huh? she’s nobody to me. getcho ass in that fucking room don’t make me repeat myself,”

"No! Fuck that I'm no—" He silenced me by aggressively kissing my lips and driving his tongue down my throat as he carried me to our common bedroom. He threw me on the bed and tore off his clothing while ripping mine off, wasting hundreds of dollars. He then flipped me over and started hitting my wet cunt and not letting me to adjust to his size

“yo’ ass wanna be fucking stupid out here worrying about me doing this and that when I’m worried about you and only you,” He growled slamming into me deeply.

"W-wait! Jey! Oh fuckkk," I wailed as I pushed on his stomach, attempting to slow him down.

“Ain’t no fucking wait you wanted to act out tonight right? act out right now mama do it take this big ass dick,” he rammed deeply inside of my inner walls, showing off his dominance letting me know who’s running the show tonight.

As my yells reverberated off the wall, I could hear how wet my pussy was for him and only him feeling him digging his thumb inside of my second hole driving me insane as he continued to pummeled me to the oblivion.

“Fuckkkk!” The sensation made me cried out.

I knew that he was enjoying this breaking me into two pieces watching me crumbling underneath his touch knowing that I wasn’t leaving him.

Tonight was unlike any other; he was imparting a crucial lesson about the dangers of recklessness. Ironically, he was the one who had put me in this position. Perhaps I had gone too far, but he failed to grasp my perspective. I took the necessary actions, even if they didn't align with his way of thinking.

“Shit, this some good ass pussy mama. You were going to give it away baby doll?” He panted thrusting his hips deeper and deeper. “You ain’t leaving me mama. I won’t allow it after all the shit we been through I won’t.” He moaned out “saying you hate me but knowing damn well you love me way to damn much you taking this dick like a big girl just for daddy mama,”

“Ouuuu.” I cried out, a pit in my stomach telling me I was ready to cum. Within seconds of his dick and thumb digging into my asshole, I was going to make a mess on him and the sheets-damn so much of washing the sheets yet again.

“You finna cum huh? you think I’ll allow you to cum after putting on a show tonight?” He pulled my hair and removed his thumb to let me to stare up at him while grinding my body against his and whining as he rubbed my clit. “tell me something you belong to me? Hm? Is this my pussy?”

I had to say something to get him to let me cum, but I was so worn out and fatigued that I couldn't even understand or imagine the words coming out of my lips.

“you belong to me right? say it,”

“Yes I belong to you..” With a gentle croak, I threw my ass across his lap and chased his high.

“Un-un,” As he continued to hammer me, he put his hand around my throat to keep me near him. “show me how much you wanna cum, show me who you belong to,”

With greater force, I flung my ass back and spat my tongue out at him, opening my mouth wide so he could spit inside of it. He then tongued me down like no other, thrusting his dick deep inside of me.

“Tell me this is mine all mine, and tell daddy that your sorry for acting out tonight and I’ll let you cum baby doll,”

“Fuckkk! I’m sorry daddy! So sorry! It’s all yours I-I belong to you and only you! I-I cumming! Ouuu fuck I’m cumming!” Knowing that I was here to stay and that I wasn't going anywhere, that was all he wanted from me. My body fell onto the bed, and my thoughts went blank as I felt my body flail onto the covers like a dead body as my fluids poured out of me.

He struck me one final time as his warm seeds filled my inner walls to such a degree that I could see stars and felt ropes entering me one after the other.

After letting his dick spew out all of his nut that was gushing out the last of his sperm, he remained in that position for a minute before pulling away from me and flipping me onto my back as he watched my body tremble uncontrollably.

He tenderly brushed his lips across my skin, each gentle kiss designed to calm me, before leaning in to press a soft kiss on my lips. Then, he settled himself between my legs, resting his head against my chest.

“Did you actually mean that shit? That you hate me? Like actually hate me?”

“No, I didn’t mean it. I just wish you were more honest with me instead of denying it, it just felt like you didn’t care,”

“I do care though mama, I just don’t like to when you listen to other people on the net when you should be hearing it from me,”

I let out a heavy sigh, feeling utterly drained. "You know, you kept denying it over and over, which only made you seem more guilty, Joshua. So, I need you to be honest with me: did you cheat on me while you were on tour?"

The atmosphere in the room was thick with silence as he and I locked eyes. “I swear, I didn’t cheat on you while I was on tour. Jon and Montez can back me up on that. As for Jaida, I haven’t spoken to her since we ended things. Those were just old pictures and screenshots,” he said, realizing that my previous reactions were based on false evidence. “I could never betray you like that, mama. I love you too much, Sianni.”

“Then what about all of these times you didn’t answer my calls or text?”

“I was with the guys and got drunk so I couldn’t text you back really, look I’m sorry mama like for real though I’m sorry I want you and only you,”

Did I truly want to trust him this time? I was uncertain whether to approach Montez or Jon about the situation; they would likely just defend him regardless. Still, I simply didn’t have the energy to deal with it.

I weakly nodded in response to his smile, and I couldn't help but think that if looks could truly kill, he would be the one to end me. As we settled into bed, he pulled me close, his strong arms encircling my waist, creating a sense of safety and warmth.

“I love you Sianni,” Jey whispered as he placed a kiss on my neck.

“Mmmm, love you too,” I mumbled while drifting off to sleep.

Could he really be honest? He appeared sincere, yet my tendency to overthink casts doubt on his words. Ultimately, only time will reveal the truth.

-fin ❤️

A/n: ngl this ate down lol 😭🙂‍↕️

[dee-writes-anime]

The Little Things with Megumi Fushiguro

FEATURING Megumi Fushiguro x reader

SUMMARY yours and Megumi's first kiss! Requested by my sweetie pie anon <3

CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, cuteness, kissing, CHARACTER IS AGED UP, stressed megs in the beginning (yall fix that tude real quick dw), only edited ever so slightly T-T

AUTHORS NOTE how did this simple, cutesy Megumi fic (that was originally supposed to be more hc) turn into a 5,000-word behemoth? Don't ask me, the keys have a mind of their own. Enjoy! :)

The streets of Tokyo were alive with the usual hum of activity — the distant chatter of people, the occasional honk of a car horn, and the soft whirring of bicycles passing by. Above, streetlights flickered faintly, casting long, warm shadows that danced across the pavement as you walked. The night was calm, almost peaceful, despite the city's buzz, and the air was cool enough to make you pull your jacket a little tighter around your shoulders. 

As usual, Megumi walked a little ahead, his long strides effortlessly matching yours despite his seemingly casual pace. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his jacket, shoulders slightly hunched like he was warding off some unseen burden. His eyes were trained forward, sharp and focused, as if there was something important waiting for him just down the street, though you knew better. That was just Megumi. Always lost in his thoughts, always a little distant — like he was walking through life with the weight of the world on his shoulders. 

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. It was so typical of him to be like this, always serious, always deep in concentration. To anyone else, it might have looked like he was completely uninterested in the world around him — or in you, for that matter. But you knew him well enough by now to see the little things that told a different story. 

The way he matched your pace without ever needing to adjust. The way his body angled slightly toward you as if he was instinctively keeping you close, even when the street wasn’t crowded. The way his eyes would flicker toward you briefly every now and then, checking to make sure you were still there, even if he never said it out loud. He wasn’t the type to express much with words, but his actions always spoke louder, even if they were subtle. 

There was something soothing about the quiet that always seemed to exist between you and Megumi. It wasn’t awkward or tense, like it might have been with someone else. No, with him, silence felt almost intimate. You could just be, without the pressure to entertain or impress. 

Still, there was something about tonight that felt different. Maybe it was the way the city lights reflected in his eyes, or how his pace matched yours just a little more closely than usual. Or maybe it was just your own heart betraying you, pounding quietly in your chest at the thought of being alone with him like this. 

You weren’t sure when exactly you’d started feeling this way around Megumi — when the calm of his presence had begun stirring something warmer, something more — but here you were, walking beside him with the familiar anticipation creeping in. It was the kind of feeling that made you hyper-aware of every little thing: the way his shoulder brushed yours when he stepped a little closer, the soft sound of his breath in the cool night air, and the quiet moments that passed between you, unspoken but heavy with something you couldn’t quite name. 

Even now, in the simplicity of a shared walk, you couldn’t help but wonder if Megumi felt it too — this quiet tension, this closeness that seemed to be growing with each step. Or was it just you, caught up in your own thoughts and hopes? 

You let out a small breath, trying to shake off the nerves creeping up on you. No need to overthink it. This was just a normal night with Megumi, a simple walk like you’d done so many times before. 

You snuck another glance at him, noticing the tension in his jaw — the way it tightened every now and then like he was thinking too hard about something. His eyes were darker than usual tonight, shadowed by the streetlights that passed overhead, but still as clear and sharp as ever. There was a storm in them, something you couldn’t quite place. 

“What’s got you so serious tonight?” you asked, your voice breaking the comfortable silence between you. “Thinking about missions again?” 

He didn’t answer right away, and for a moment, you wondered if he even heard you. But then he blinked, almost like he was snapping back to reality, and shook his head. “No,” he mumbled, his voice low and rough. “Not missions.” 

That wasn’t much of an answer, but you weren’t expecting a deep explanation. It wasn’t like Megumi to unload his thoughts like that. If there was something bothering him, he’d keep it to himself until he was ready — if he ever was. But still, you felt the urge to poke at him a little more, to see if you could chip away at that wall he kept up so naturally. 

“So what then?” you pressed, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. “Are you nervous about something? Or is it me?” You shot him a playful grin, hoping to get at least a hint of a reaction out of him. “You’re not used to being alone with me, huh?” 

He stiffened at that, his steps faltering for just a moment before he quickly regained his composure. “Why would I be nervous?” His voice was steady, but you didn’t miss the way his ears turned a faint shade of pink, barely visible under the dim light. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. You had teased him before, but tonight, his reaction felt different. There was something almost… vulnerable about the way he tensed up. Normally, he’d brush off your teasing with a deadpan comment or a roll of his eyes. But tonight, he seemed on edge, as if your words had struck closer to the truth than you’d realized. 

“Relax, I’m just messing with you,” you said, though you couldn’t resist a small smirk. “You’re so serious sometimes. It wouldn’t kill you to laugh every now and then.” 

Megumi shot you a sideways glance, his lips pressing into a thin line. “You’re the only one laughing.” 

You chuckled, not missing the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth — a hint of a smile, gone as quickly as it appeared. It was moments like this that reminded you why you enjoyed being around Megumi so much, despite his standoffishness. Beneath that tough exterior, there was a softer side to him, one that he only let peek through when he was comfortable. And somehow, you were lucky enough to be the one who got to see it, even if just in fleeting glimpses. 

But tonight, there was something more, something heavier lingering between you. You could feel it in the way he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, the way his footsteps seemed just a little less sure. 

Maybe it wasn’t just your imagination. Maybe he felt it too — that closeness, that shift in the air between you. 

You glanced up at him again, your heart skipping a beat when you noticed the slight crease in his brow, the way he looked like he was thinking too hard about something. It was rare for Megumi to get this flustered, but tonight, it seemed like the smallest of things were getting to him. 

“Megumi, are you okay?” you asked softly, your teasing tone melting away. You stepped a little closer to him, watching as his gaze flicked toward you, eyes unreadable yet searching, like he was trying to decide something. 

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then stopped, clenching his jaw again. His silence felt even heavier now, like there was something caught in his throat that he couldn’t quite get out. And in that moment, you knew — whatever he was thinking about wasn’t simple. 

You could feel the tension between you and Megumi growing, a kind of unspoken energy that buzzed in the air despite the quiet. It made your skin prickle, and you found yourself glancing at him more often, searching his face for any sign of what might be going on inside his head. 

But Megumi, as always, was a tough one to crack. He kept his face angled away from you, his hands still buried deep in his pockets, his eyes focused on some distant point in the street ahead. It was like he was doing everything in his power not to look at you, not to acknowledge the shift that was happening between you. And honestly, it was starting to drive you a little crazy. 

You couldn’t stand the heavy silence anymore. “Okay, seriously. What’s going on with you tonight?” You bumped his shoulder playfully, hoping to break whatever strange spell he seemed to be under. “You’re more quiet than usual. Did I do something?” 

For a moment, Megumi didn’t respond, and you half-expected him to brush you off with his typical deadpan sarcasm. Something like, I’m always quiet, so what’s your point? Or maybe he’d shrug and say nothing at all, letting the silence stretch on until you gave up trying to figure him out. 

But this time, he hesitated. His steps faltered, just barely, but enough for you to notice. His hand twitched inside his pocket, as if he was fighting the urge to fidget. And when he finally spoke, his voice was quieter than usual, almost... unsure. 

“It’s nothing,” he muttered, his eyes flicking to the ground as if he was afraid of meeting your gaze. “Just... thinking.” 

You raised an eyebrow, your lips twitching into a teasing smile. “Thinking? You? That’s dangerous.” You tried to keep your tone light, but the way he was acting made your heart race with nervous anticipation. You bumped his shoulder again, this time a little more insistently. “Come on, spill it. I know when something’s bugging you.” 

Megumi’s jaw clenched, and he swallowed hard, still refusing to look at you. The pink in his ears hadn’t faded, and now that you were paying attention, you could see the way his hands balled into fists inside his pockets, as if he was trying to keep himself grounded. He looked... nervous. Like he was about to say something important, but couldn’t quite find the words. 

You blinked in surprise. Megumi Fushiguro, nervous? That was new. You’d seen him fight curses without flinching, take on powerful enemies without so much as a hint of fear. But now, standing beside you on a quiet Tokyo street, he looked almost... vulnerable. 

Your playful smile faded into something softer, more curious. “Megumi?” you asked gently, stepping a little closer to him. “Hey, you know you can talk to me, right?” 

He finally stopped walking, his footsteps halting on the pavement as he turned to face you. His dark eyes met yours, and for a split second, you saw something in them that made your breath catch — something raw and unguarded, a flicker of uncertainty that he rarely let anyone see. 

“I know,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. 

For a moment, the world seemed to slow down around you. The distant sounds of the city faded into the background, the night air hanging heavy with unspoken words. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt a warmth rise to your cheeks as you stared up at him, waiting, wondering what he was going to say next. 

But then, just as quickly as it had come, that moment of vulnerability was gone. Megumi looked away again, his shoulders tensing as if he was trying to shake off whatever strange feeling had come over him. “Forget it,” he muttered, starting to walk again. “It’s nothing.” 

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. But you weren’t about to let him off the hook that easily. “Oh, no you don’t,” you said, hurrying to catch up with him. “You can’t just act all weird and then brush it off like that.” 

Megumi kept walking, his strides a little faster now, as if he was trying to escape the conversation. But you weren’t about to let him run away from whatever was going on in his head. Not tonight. 

You jogged a few steps to keep up with him, your heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with the pace. “Come on, Megumi,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood again. “What’s got you so worked up? Are you scared of something? Or...” You grinned, throwing out a wild guess just to see if you could get a reaction. “Is it me? Did I do something to make you nervous?” 

You let yourself fall into usual expectation, readying for him to roll his eyes, to sigh and give you some sarcastic remark like he usually did. But again, he stopped, his footsteps halting so suddenly that you nearly bumped into him. 

When you looked up at him, your teasing smile froze in place. Megumi was staring down at you, his expression unreadable, but his eyes... his eyes were something else entirely. Dark, intense, and filled with a kind of tension you’d never seen before. 

And then, to your surprise, his ears turned pink again. 

You blinked, stunned. “Wait... seriously? Is it... me?” 

Megumi’s gaze flicked away, and for a split second, you thought he was going to deny it. But instead, he let out a small, frustrated sigh, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly as if he’d given up trying to hide it. 

“Yeah,” he muttered under his breath. “It’s you.” 

You froze, caught completely off guard by his admission. Megumi had always been hard to read, his standoffish nature making it difficult to figure out what was really going on in his head. But hearing him say that it was you — that you were the reason for his strange behavior tonight — sent your heart into a wild flutter. 

For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of the sudden shift between you. All the teasing, all the playful jabs — you hadn’t expected to hit that close to the truth. And now that you had, it was like the ground beneath you had shifted, leaving you standing on unsteady footing. 

“Me?” you repeated softly, your voice barely above a whisper. It wasn’t that you didn’t understand what he meant. You just couldn’t believe it. Megumi, who was always so composed, so controlled, was nervous because of you? 

Megumi turned his head, avoiding your gaze again as if he regretted letting those words slip. His hands were still jammed deep in his pockets, his shoulders tense, and his jaw clenched in that familiar way he did when he was frustrated with himself. He shifted his weight uncomfortably, his lips pressed into a thin line. 

“I told you to forget it,” he muttered, his voice low. But even as he said it, there was a tightness in his tone, a frustration that hinted at just how much this was bothering him. 

But you weren’t about to let it go. Not after that. 

You took a small step closer, heart pounding in your chest, your eyes locked on his profile. “Megumi…” you began carefully, your voice soft but firm. “If it’s me, then… why don’t you just tell me? What’s going on?” 

His lips parted like he was going to say something, but he quickly clamped them shut, clearly struggling with whatever was on his mind. For the first time, Megumi looked truly unsure of himself. His usual confidence, his calm, collected demeanor, had cracked, leaving behind a boy who didn’t quite know how to deal with his feelings. 

He let out a quiet sigh, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. His dark eyes softened just enough to make your breath catch. “It’s not that easy,” he murmured, the vulnerability in his voice catching you off guard yet again. 

You felt your heart skip a beat. Megumi wasn’t the type to show his emotions openly, and seeing him like this — raw, hesitant, and uncertain — made your chest tighten with something tender and warm. 

“It doesn’t have to be that hard either,” you replied gently, trying to offer him a way out of the tension building between you. “You don’t have to overthink it. Just… talk to me.” 

Megumi looked away again, but this time it wasn’t out of avoidance. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts, trying to find the right words. His shoulders rose and fell with a deep, steadying breath, and for a moment, you wondered if he was going to change the subject, to brush it off like he always did. 

But then, to your surprise, he took a step closer. 

Your heart leaped into your throat as he closed the distance between you, his tall frame suddenly looming just a little too close for comfort. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him, and the scent of his cologne — faint but unmistakable — filled your senses. He was so close now that you could see the faint flush on his cheeks, the way his brows furrowed ever so slightly in concentration. 

“Look…” Megumi began quietly, his voice barely audible in the stillness between you. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding stupid, but…” He hesitated, his eyes flickering away for a brief moment before locking onto yours again. “You make me nervous. Okay?” 

Before you could even begin to process that, he continued, his voice still low but steady, like he was finally finding his footing while you seemed to be losing yours. “I don’t know why,” he admitted, his gaze unwavering now, as if he was forcing himself to stay grounded. “But when I’m around you, I just… I overthink everything. And it’s frustrating because I don’t usually care about stuff like this. I don’t get flustered. I don’t get… whatever this is.” 

Your lips parted, but no words came out. You were too stunned, too overwhelmed by the raw honesty in his confession. Megumi’s usual aloofness had completely melted away, leaving him exposed in a way you’d never seen before. 

“And it’s not just tonight,” he added, his voice softer now, almost like he was speaking to himself. “It’s been like this for a while. I just didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t know if you…” 

He trailed off, his eyes searching yours, waiting for some kind of response. And in that moment, you realized that he wasn’t just nervous. He was scared. Scared of what you might say, of how you might react to the vulnerability he had just laid bare in front of you. 

You took a shaky breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to find your voice. “Megumi…” you whispered, feeling your own cheeks warm at the intensity of his gaze. “I didn’t know you felt that way. But… I’m glad you told me.” 

His eyes softened, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction at your words. But there was still something hanging in the air between you, something unsaid, something that made your stomach twist with anticipation. 

Megumi shifted again, his fingers twitching like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t quite know how. He glanced down at the ground for a moment, biting his lip, before finally meeting your gaze again. “I’m not good at this,” he muttered. “But… I think I want to try something.” 

Your heart skipped a beat. “Try what?” 

He hesitated for just a second, his eyes flickering to your lips before quickly darting back to your eyes. And then, slowly, deliberately, he leaned in. 

Your breath caught in your throat as Megumi leaned in, his face drawing closer to yours. The world around you seemed to blur into nothing — the city lights, the distant sounds of traffic, everything faded into the background as your senses honed in on him. The warmth radiating from his body, the soft rustle of his clothes as he shifted, the way his dark eyes flickered to your lips and back again, like he was fighting some internal battle. 

He stopped just a millimeter away from your face, so close that you could feel the faint warmth of his breath against your skin. Your heart pounded in your chest, a wild rhythm that seemed to echo in your ears, and your pulse quickened with the anticipation of what was about to happen. 

But then — he paused. 

For a long, agonizing moment, Megumi stayed completely still, hovering just inches from your lips. His eyes searched yours, deep and intense, as if he was looking for something — some kind of reassurance, some unspoken answer to a question he hadn’t voiced yet. The space between you was charged, electric, and you could feel the weight of his hesitation in the way he held himself so carefully, so deliberately, like he was on the edge of a decision he wasn’t quite sure how to make. 

“Can I…?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. His eyes softened, and for the first time, you saw something vulnerable and shy in his expression — a flicker of uncertainty that made your heart swell with affection. His lips were so close to yours, yet he didn’t move any closer. Instead, he waited, his gaze locked on yours, as if he needed your permission to take that final step. 

It was so Megumi to be this careful, this considerate, even in a moment like this. He wasn’t the type to rush into things, not when it came to something so personal, so important. And even now, standing on the verge of something he clearly wanted, he held back, waiting for you to decide. 

Your heart ached at the tenderness of it, at how much he cared about not crossing any boundaries. You felt a smile tug at the corners of your lips, your chest swelling with warmth at the realization of just how much this moment meant to him. To both of you. 

You swallowed hard, your voice barely more than a breath when you finally found the courage to answer. “Yes.” 

That was all it took. 

The moment the word left your lips, Megumi closed the gap between you, his hand lifting from his side to gently cup your cheek. His touch was soft, tentative at first, as if he was afraid of startling you. But when your breath hitched and you instinctively leaned into his touch, he seemed to relax ever so slightly, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. 

And finally — he kissed you. 

It wasn’t like the stories you’d heard about first kisses, where everything was fireworks and passion and sweeping drama. No, this was something different. Something softer. Sweeter. It was a gentle, hesitant brush of his lips against yours, like he was testing the waters, making sure this was okay, that you were okay. 

But even in its tenderness, there was a warmth, a depth to the kiss that made your heart race. You felt the slight tremble in Megumi’s hand as he held you, the way his fingers tightened ever so slightly around your cheek as if to ground himself in the moment. And though he was normally so guarded, so composed, there was something achingly vulnerable in the way he kissed you — like he was letting his walls down, just for you. 

You couldn’t help but smile against his lips, your hands instinctively reaching up to grab the front of his jacket, pulling him just a little bit closer. He let out a small, barely audible sigh against your mouth, and you could feel the tension in his body slowly melt away as he allowed himself to relax into the kiss. 

It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t hurried. It was simply perfect — a moment where everything else seemed to fade away, and all that existed was you and Megumi, standing together under the glow of the streetlights, lost in each other. 

When he finally pulled back, his lips lingering just a moment longer before he broke the kiss, Megumi didn’t move far. He stayed close, his forehead resting lightly against yours as you both caught your breath. His eyes were still closed, and the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips — a rare, soft smile that made your heart swell with adoration. 

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t awkward, though. It was comfortable, filled with the quiet hum of the city around you and the warmth of the moment you had just shared. You could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, his hand still resting against your cheek, and you leaned into him, feeling more at peace than you ever had before. 

Finally, after what felt like forever, Megumi opened his eyes and glanced down at you, his expression a mix of fondness and embarrassment. “Sorry,” he mumbled, his voice quiet and a little rough. “I wasn’t sure if…” 

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you looked up at him with a grin. “Don’t be sorry,” you said, your voice light and filled with affection. “It was perfect.” 

He blinked, clearly taken aback by your words, and for a moment, you thought he might argue. But then, to your surprise, he let out a small chuckle, the sound low and a little shy. “Yeah?” he asked, his eyes softening as he met your gaze. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, your smile widening. 

Megumi let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing as any remaining tension left his body. He leaned back slightly, giving you a little more space, but his hand remained on your cheek, his thumb absentmindedly brushing against your skin. 

For a few heartbeats, neither of you said anything. The moment lingered, sweet and quiet, as you both took in what had just happened. And even though Megumi wasn’t one for big romantic gestures, the way he stayed close, the way his hand never left your face, spoke volumes. 

It was in the little things with him, after all. The way he showed he cared, not through words, but through actions. Through the soft, lingering touch of his hand. Through the careful way he had asked for your permission. Through the gentle kiss that left your heart fluttering in your chest. 

And as you stood there with Megumi, the city lights flickering softly in the background, you couldn’t help but think that this — this quiet, tender moment — was everything you had ever hoped for. 

“You’re still annoying, though.” 

Megumi’s voice broke through the quiet, his familiar teasing tone slipping back into place. It was almost jarring after the intimacy of the moment, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and a little breathless. You could feel the tension easing, the weight of the moment giving way to something more familiar — more comfortable. But even as you laughed, there was a new warmth between you, a subtle shift that neither of you could ignore. 

You glanced up at him, catching the faintest glint of amusement in his eyes. His expression was carefully neutral, like he was trying to play it cool, but you could see the hints of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips again. His teasing may have been an attempt to return to normal, but there was something different now. A closeness, a softness that hadn’t been there before. 

“Right,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully as you nudged him with your shoulder. “Annoying. Sure.” 

He huffed, looking away, but there was no hiding the faint blush that still colored his cheeks. “I mean it,” he muttered, though the usual edge to his words was missing. “You drive me crazy.” 

“Likewise, Fushiguro.” 

The two of you fell into an easy silence once again, your footsteps in sync as you continued down the street. But this time, the silence wasn’t the same. There was a quiet understanding between you now, a lingering sense of something deeper — something that had always been there, just waiting for the right moment to surface. The air between you felt lighter, warmer, like the connection you had just forged was wrapping around you both in an invisible, protective embrace. 

You were more aware of him now. Of the way he walked just a little closer than before, the small brush of his arm against yours sending a tiny spark of warmth through your skin. The space between you felt smaller, more intimate, and though neither of you said a word, you both seemed to understand what had changed. 

You caught yourself stealing glances at him, noting how his posture was a little more relaxed, how his usual guarded expression had softened just enough to make him seem more approachable. There was still a quiet reserve in the way he carried himself, but now, there was a warmth there too — a closeness that hadn’t existed before that kiss. 

And Megumi, for all his efforts to play it cool, seemed more aware of you too. His hand hovered near yours, as if he was thinking about reaching for it but couldn’t quite bring himself to make the move. There was a subtle shift in the way he walked, his pace slowing just enough to match yours, his steps measured, as if he was unconsciously making sure to stay in sync with you. 

The silence between you wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable, filled with the quiet sounds of the city around you and the soft glow of the streetlights overhead. You both basked in the afterglow of what had just happened, letting the moment linger, neither of you in any rush to break the quiet peace you had found together. 

As the night wore on, you felt a soft smile pull at your lips, a warmth spreading through your chest as you realized how much had shifted between you and Megumi in just a few short moments. His teasing words may have been an attempt to return to normal, but you both knew — deep down — that things had changed. There was no going back to the way things were before. 

And as you walked together, side by side, the distance between you just a little smaller than it used to be, you knew that this was only the beginning. The beginning of something new, something beautiful, something that neither of you had fully realized until now. 

You were both quiet, but the silence spoke volumes.