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♡ 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Boxer San x ring girl reader x Sugar daddy Seonghwa ♡ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You know that being alone with San is like willingly entering a tiger's cage, but maybe that's exactly what you want - to be torn to pieces by him. Or you might help San treat his wounds after a tough fight, even though you know Seonghwa won't approve ♡ 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 / 𝔄𝔲 / 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢: smut, boxing club!au, sugar daddy!au, underground life!au ♡ ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI ♡ 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 14 k ♡ 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Hard dom! San, hrad/soft daddy Seonghwa, sub!reader, unprotected sex, threesome, daddy kink, lots of sperm, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, spanking, hair pulling, squirting, creampie, humiliation, breeding kink, boobs spanking, pussy slapping, dirty talk, face fucking, pussy drunk, overstimulation, oral, double penetration, manhandling, multiple orgasms, сreampie, rough sex, rough oral, power play, praise kink, anal fingering, anal play, wet and dirty, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and more. ♡ 𝔫𝔢𝔱: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity @newworldnet ♡ 𝔄|𝔑: For some reason this has taken longer to write than expected, but as I like to say: I am always worth the wait. I decided to split it into two parts. I hope you will get maximum pleasure, my sugar bunnies ♡ ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 at the end of the post.

𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖉

Tonight was no different from a dozen other nights at the club. And just like on every other night, you were sure that Choi San was going to leave the boxing ring as the ultimate champion. In truth, it was almost as predictable as the change of seasons. After all, San was the best of the best in the club, but the one thing you couldn't predict was how badly he would get hurt during his fight today.

San rarely got more than a few obnoxiously looking scratches and abrasions here and there, unlike his opponents, whom the hot, fiendishly handsome boxer would mercilessly turn in the boxing ring into a bloody mess. He was harsh and rough and usually ended the fight before the first round was out, but this time something didn't seem to be going according to plan.

You watched anxiously as the fight went on, noting the way San spat blood out of his split lip and the way his nose wrinkled up in pain as Wooyoung pressed a damp towel to his dissected eyebrow. There were a lot of scratches and abrasions on his handsome, chiselled face—injuries that you knew he could feel and that he could taste. For a moment, you even wondered if San was going to win this fight, especially when you caught sight of the equally worried-looking Yeosang.

The blonde, handsome boxer was sinking his teeth into his lower lip, nervously clutching the bloody towel Wooyoung had thrown him after wiping the blood from San's face. His hazel fox eyes were focused on everything that was happening in the ring. Your level of anxiety rose almost to the sky when they heard San's muffled, hoarse groan as his opponent's first flew in under his rib. It made him recoil and go on the defensive. Damn it, he was practically knocked out.

You couldn't believe what was happening; the crowd was roaring around you, and all you could hear over the overwhelming noise were Wooyoung's loud shouts telling San to get his shit together and show what he could do, and Yeosang's encouraging words, which were much softer and nicer to hear than Woo's profanity. God, you loved him, but he was unnecessarily rude at times; the boy clearly had an attitude. You have no idea what it was that had such an effect on San, but the next second he was throwing a series of sharp, powerful punches that knocked his opponent out.

It happened so suddenly that you didn't even have time to react as Yeosang scooped you up in his arms and whirled you around, shouting in your ear, "Our boy did it again." And yes, your boy had definitely done it again, just as Seonghwa had predicted earlier in the night before he slapped you on the backside and sent you off to work: "My tiger never loses.

As soon as all the commotion in the main hall had died down and you were able to free yourself from Yeosang's tenacious and tight embrace, you went straight to the backstage area to find San. You had to make sure that he was alright, and in the meantime, you had to congratulate him on another victory. After all, San was the main star of the evening and deserved a nice word or two from you, even if things weren't exactly smooth between the two of you.

It wasn't that you didn't like him or that you had conflicts; no, he was a nice enough guy, if you could put it that way. Maybe you could even put up with his perpetual cheeky grin and his complete lack of filters if it wasn't for the heavy sexual tension that crackled between you like electricity.

It was no secret that San found you fuckable and wanted to have sex with you, as he reminded you every time you spoke to him. He was always shamelessly eye-fucking you, with a total disregard for any decency or the presence of Seonghwa around you. Maybe you wouldn't have noticed; after all, you were used to the fact that all the boys in the club had pretty sharp edges and dirty mouths, if it wasn't for your attraction to him.

Sometimes you find it so hard to resist the urge to kiss him or ride his cock. Especially after you caught him fucking one of the ring girls in the changing room after another fight. You literally froze in the doorway as you watched him pulling her hard and deeply on his cock, looking right at you with a devilish grin on his face. His whole look seemed to be screaming at you: "It could have been you." That night, you had to ask Seonghwa to be a lot more brutal and rough with you in order to calm that annoying itch of jealousy that was inside of you. Maybe, just maybe, San was absolutely right. You wanted to be in her shoes, but you'd never admit it to yourself, let alone to San.

"San!" You call out the dark-haired, handsome man's name, noting his slim figure in the hustle and bustle of the backstage area. He turns his head slightly in your direction as he interrupts his conversation with Mingi, another smoking hot and unacceptably handsome boxer. Mingi has only recently joined the club but has already made a name for himself both in the ring and between the sheets. If the rumours are true, he fucks as well as smears his opponents on the floor. Like San, he has never been defeated, if that means anything. San gives you a licentiously grin and gazes at your figure with a dark, hungry stare before he gives Mingi a friendly pat on the shoulder and begins to walk in your direction.

He reminds you of a great big cat of prey—elegant and graceful, but also so deadly. San is literally smouldering with sexuality, with all those seductive muscles and all that overbearing aura that literally draws the eyes of others to his person. His gym shorts hang so dangerously low that you can see a subtle, exquisite tattoo on his pronounced V-line. San is still shirtless—sweaty and dirty, the inky purple bruises already beginning to spread beneath the smooth golden skin of his pumped-up chest, and you swear you're looking precisely at them and not at the way the silver piercings in his nipples glisten.

As soon as he is next to you, your hands automatically go up to his wounded face and gently wrap the palms of your hands around it, turning his head from side to side so that you can see the extent of his injuries. San just grins, lets you do whatever you want to him, and looks at you with heavy bedroom eyes. You look beautiful, fuckable, and fucking attractive. It's even funny the way his body immediately reacts to your presence next to him, his cock starting to tighten under the fabric of his gym shorts.

Or is it all the residual adrenaline that is still circulating in his bloodstream after tonight's fight? Who knows?

As the pad of your thumb presses against the deep cut on his lower lip, San hisses like a cat.

"You should get those wounds attended to. They don't look well.' Your voice is full of concern as you continue to run your fingers carefully over the abrasions and scratches on his face. The smooth, golden skin of his sharp, high cheekbones was irritated, and purple bruises were beginning to form underneath. You could even see tiny drops of clotted blood where it had been torn. But even with all that, San still looked pretty damn attractive, which was almost a crime in your opinion.

"You're so worried about me, baby doll, huh? How about you give me a kiss to make it all better?' San cheekily wraps his strong arms around your waist and pulls you close to his hot body, so unacceptably close that your breasts are pressed tightly against his naked muscular chest, and you have to stand up on your tiptoes so that you can face him. "I want my victory kiss, baby." San whispers in a sultry, hoarse voice into your skin, his hot, moist breath flowing over your cheeks, and from this a shameful, excited blush spreads across them. His hands slipping from your waist to wrap them around your buttocks instead, gripping them tightly with the palms of his hands and causing your already short satin shorts to rise even higher.

You swallow unconsciously as the image of him fucking that girl in the changing room comes back to you, just like that, squeezing her buttocks in his hands as she rode on his cock.

'Get a room.' One of the staff members shouts, and you're jolted out of your mental stupor in an instant, resting your hands on San's strong shoulders and moving slightly away from him to create some semblance of space between your bodies.

"I'm being serious, San. If you don't, there'll be infection in your wounds.' You insist, wriggling slightly in his strong grip. He's still so damned close to you, you can feel his chest rising and falling with every breath he takes.

You can smell the faint scent of sandalwood and vanilla on his skin, still hot from the fight, damp and glistening with sweat and oil. San squeezes your buttocks once hard with his hands before he begins to knead the plump, soft flesh in the palms of his hands, and you practically moan at it, barely managing to sink your teeth into your lower lip in time to keep the shameful, lingering sound from escaping your throat.

"I've seen this before and it was disgusting, you don't want scars on your pretty face, do you? I can get Wooyoung or Yeosang to help, or one of the girls..." You babble on as his hands continue to massage your bottom. San has the good conscience to look completely disinterested in what you're saying - his head is tilted sideways, his feline eyes dark and smouldering with desire, and you notice the tip of his tongue tracing his swollen lower lip. His nose wrinkles slightly as he touches the fresh wound.

"Pretty face, huh?" San gave you a cheeky grin and deep, sweet dimples appeared on his cheeks, which, to be honest, you hated because it made you feel completely weak and soft in the face of his charms. The contrast between how vulgar and coarse he was when he talked and how soft and gentle his dimples were when he smiled just made you go crazy. Damned you, Choi San, you and your stupid, attractive dimples. "You could just kiss that pretty face; I'm sure your slutty, sweet lips could do it better, couldn't you, baby doll?' He tilted his head to the side as if pondering something before a devilish spark flashed in his cat-like, slanted eyes, which, as you know, doesn't bode well for you. "But if you're so worried about me, dollface, why don't you do it yourself? I'm sure you'll give me professional service."

There is some context to his words, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what San is alluding to. The time how efficiently you sucked Yunho's huge thick dick, after his fight, but it happened to be randomised, and you weren't in the habit of screwing every boxer in the club, especially after you started dating Seonghwa, or rather after he made you his sugar baby.

"You jerk..." You nudge him lightly in the shoulder and purse your glossy pink lips in a resentful pout. 'You don't have to be so rude to me." You practically squeal as San suddenly picks you up under your arse and lifts you up in such a way that you have no choice but to wrap your legs around his slender, slutty waist. Your arms are automatically wrapped around his neck, and your faces are in an unacceptably close proximity to each other. Someone whistles loudly, but you don't pay attention. You're too mesmerised by the deep chocolate colour of San's eyes and the way his long, fluffy eyelashes flutter.

"You don't know how rougher I can get with you, Dollface, but I can assure you that you're going to love every second of it. In fact, I'm pretty sure you'll be coming back to me for more of it." His lips touch the hot, flushed skin on the side of your cheek, and you give a soft moan as his fingers dig into your buttocks.

"You are too cocky for your own good, and I already have someone else to fuck.' You argue weakly, unconsciously tangling your fingers in his soft dark hair, causing San to blissfully cover his eyes as if he were a cat that had been petted by his owner.

"Oh, believe me, I know who's fucking you, angel." He emphasises the nickname, knowing full well that's what Seonghwa likes to call you. "And I don't mind sharing you if it means I can finally get my dick in that pussy of yours." San is practically purring; the sound of his deep, seductive voice is vibrating in his chest, and you can feel it in your body. "I know you want it as much as me. Do you remember when you caught me in the changing room with that girl? I had you on my mind, baby doll, and while I was fucking her, I was thinking about your sweet pussy squeezing around my cock. All I could think of was how you were squirting on my face as I fucked your tiny hole with my tongue.'

'San! How much longer are we going to wait for you?" A loud scream from Wooyoung brings you back to reality, and your eyes widen as you finally realise where you and San are at the moment and how his filthy words plunged you into a state of trance. Shit, you should use your head and start thinking with your brain instead of your cunt.

But it's so hard to do that when San is a walking threat to your restraint and decency. It was easy for you to imagine all the things he'd just been talking about, and that slutty, dirty, yet seductive image made the delicate folds of your pussy wet.

"I'll be there in a minute!" San calls back, lowering you gently to your feet and eventually removing his hands from your body. You immediately take a few steps back, still a little stunned by your interaction with him. But San doesn't seem to want to let you out of his arms, so he wraps his palms around your face and forces you to look at him. "Listen to me, babydoll; be a good girl and wait for me in my room. Got it? I'll try and get back to you as soon as I can." For a moment you feel the soft, warm touch of his lips on your forehead, almost making you melt, but it disappears as quickly as it came.

'But...' You begin, wondering what you should do, knowing that if you're alone with San, nothing good will come of it, and besides, you already had plans for tonight. 'I don't know if I should...'

"Baby, I didn't ask you." He turns and starts walking towards Wooyoung and the other boys waiting for him. As if he remembered something, San stops abruptly, looks back at you over his shoulder, and grins mischievously.

"You still have to treat my wounds, doll face, remember? You don't want any scars on my pretty face, do you?" San casts a last dark, hungry glance over your body before bossy ordering you. "Now go, doll. Daddy will be back soon."

And he walks away, leaving you staring in his wake, your head a complete mess and your pussy absolutely wet and trembling with anticipation.

Shit, you seem to have a problem, and its name is Choi San.

For the umpteenth time recently, you find yourself looking at the large wall clock in San's private room. The smooth mechanical movement of the long time hand on the dial is unnerving, and the slight, intrusive ticking is annoying. It does nothing to calm your inner nervousness at all; on the contrary, it makes it even more obvious. You bite down on the pad of your thumb, a stupid, almost childish habit that you can't seem to get rid of, and fidget in the soft leather seat of the massive armchair that you've settled into while you wait for San. It's been over an hour since you and he parted ways, and it looks like the handsome boxer is in no hurry to get back to you soon.

You don't know if he's doing it on purpose—torture you by making you sit here and obediently wait for him like the return of Jesus—or if he's really busy with some business, but one thing you were absolutely sure of—San knew very well that you had to be somewhere else tonight, or rather with someone else. And it was not good for you at all that you were still not warming Seonghwa's luxurious silk bed in his mansion with your naked body. Maybe your relationship with Seonghwa wasn't right and romantic, but you didn't want to lose him, and there was something special about him—dark and magnetic and lecherous—that made you addicted to him. And it wasn't just his money or that absolutely amazing long tongue he used to expertly and efficiently fuck your pussy every night until you whimpered and begged him to stop.

But to deny how much you wanted San to fuck your brains out was just a stupid thing to do. And you knew firsthand that San could take you straight to heaven. After all, he was not only Fight Club's golden boy but also had a golden cock he knew how to use perfectly.

You were so deep in thought, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, that you almost didn't notice when the heavy front door opened and San walked into the room. As always, his presence brings with it that intense, suffocating aura of power and smouldering sexuality and that raw, almost animal magnetism of his nature that draws you to him on some inexplicable, instinctive level, making you focus all your attention on him immediately.

"Don't make such a sweet face, baby. It just makes me want to kiss you more than I already do..." San purrs sultrily as he stretches out on the leather couch in front of you. Leaning his head back as he covers his cat-like eyes and adds hoarsely, barely whispering. 'Or fuck this lovely plump mouth...'

"Can you be nice to me for once?' You purse your rose-coloured plump lips reluctantly, and you look at his figure with a frown. He's still just as sweaty and dirty as you've seen him before, but now his bruises have taken on a darker hue, spreading purple and dark blue ink under his damp, golden skin.

It looks really painful and unpleasant, and even with the way he's treating you, you don't want San to get hurt, so you sigh heavily, reminding yourself that you really don't have time for all this drama, and get up from your seat to walk over to the small dresser where San keeps his first aid kit, and grab some alcohol, ointment, and bandages from there to help treat the wounds.

A silence hangs between the two of you for a few seconds, more tense than uncomfortable, but it's not that that makes you stop what you're doing; it's what San is saying to you.

"But you do have a taste for rough treatment, don't you, angel?" He emphasises your nickname again, pronouncing it like it's some kind of dirty swear word, and you could swear you can hear the venomous notes in his usually honeyed, smooth voice.

You turn your head over your shoulder and take in the sight of San, now looking at you from under his dishevelled, damp fringe with eyes so dark and intense you feel uncomfortable and quickly turn away, continuing to rummage through the first aid kit for ointment.

"This is different, San, and you know it very well." When you finally find the ointment you need, you slam the first aid kit down harder than necessary and turn to face him again. San is still drilling into you with his gaze as he pokes the tip of his tongue into the corner of his bruised, plump lower lip, his mouth curling up slightly as he accidentally touches the deep fissure. The plush, soft flesh was horribly red and swollen where it had been torn, but San still looked hot as hell.

"Come on, doll, just say it; you let him treat you like this because he's fucking you."

You swallow the sharp words that are on the tip of your tongue and decide that today is not the day to poke the tiger with a stick. Instead, you just walk over to him, stand between his spread long legs, and with exaggerated roughness, wrap your arms around his chin, lifting his face slightly so that he's looking at you. With deliberate pettiness, you press an alcohol-soaked cotton ball to his split eyebrow without any previous tenderness. He hisses and wrinkles against the burning sensation as the alcohol penetrates deep into the wound, disinfecting it in the process.

"And who's the rough one now, huh, baby doll?" His hands curl around your hips, and his fingers dig into the juicy, soft flesh where your tiny shorts end—just below your ample buttocks. His touch is a little bit painful, a little bit too possessive for your taste, but still you can't say that you don't like it. You hate to admit what San's right about you—you like it rougher, especially in the bedroom.

"I'm just paying you with the same coin, Sannie." You press the cotton ball even harder against the swollen, deep cleavage and pull the hoarse, hissing sound out of his chest once more. 'That's how you're going to get treated for being so...' You start, but San doesn't let you finish, abruptly pulling you closer by your hips, forcing you to take a step forward to keep yourself from falling on top of him.

"So handsome, so hot, so sexy..." San enumerates as he slides his hands up your thighs until the big palms of his hands are completely around your buttocks, greedily squeezing the supple, meaty flesh.

'Brute.' You finish, and finally remove the cotton wool soaked in alcohol from his wound to put some ointment on it in its place. You try to ignore the way San looks at you with his heavy bedroom eyes. He sensually kneads your arse in his palms while you gently apply the ointment to his dissected eyebrow with the cotton bud. "And would you stop pawing at my bum for just a second, please?" "If that's what you really want, sweetheart." San purrs sensuously as he looks at you through the lace of his long eyelashes with the dark, seductive gaze of his slanted cat eyes. Despite his words, he doesn't stop caressing you; instead, he digs his fingers deeper into your ample buttocks and pulls them apart slightly, causing you to let out a low, barely audible moan. He doesn't say anything about it, but judging by the way the corners of his plump lips lift up in a dirty, smug grin, revealing sweet, deep dimples on his cheeks, it's exactly the reaction he was hoping for from you.

You decide to just ignore it, in the full knowledge that San is doing this on purpose to provoke you. Instead, you focus all of your attention on cleaning his wounds as thoroughly as you possibly can and applying salve to each one. Silence falls between you again, punctuated by San's slight cat hissing as you press the alcohol-soaked cotton ball against the particularly deep cuts on his handsome, chiselled face as you continue to carefully remove the dried blood and dirt from them.

Surprisingly, as it turns out, cleaning someone else's wounds is a very intimate process—you're too close together, so close that you can feel the heat emanating from his body, the sliding, damp warmth of his breath on your bare skin, the weight of his dark, feline gaze fixed on your heaving breasts, which almost fall out of your exaggeratedly deep cleavage with every breath you take.

You would think that after all this time with San you would be used to how heavy and almost palpable the sexual tension between you was, but today there was something else in the air besides lingering pure desire. There was a subtle change in the air; small electrical charges crackled in space, as if an inescapable tempest was approaching. The storm was on its way, and you weren't sure if you would be able to survive it, especially with the way your body was responsively reacting to San.

The longer this goes on, the harder it will be for you to control the viscous, searing sensation of excitement that's spreading through your body and becoming more and more tangible to you with each passing second.

You have already been so wet for him—the warm, viscous moisture pools between your legs and coats your folds in a clear, sticky glaze. And it won't come as a surprise to you at all if you see a big wet spot on your silk panties, from how much your pussy is oozing at the moment.

You're almost done with the treatment of his wounds; all you have to do is clean the deep cut on his lower lip, and then you can finally get out of here and hurry back to Seonghwa. You gently lift his face by his chin to make it a little more comfortable for you to do so, when all of a sudden San grabs hold of your wrist.

"Kiss me." His words take your breath away; a palpable shiver runs through your whole body, and you squirm a little under the intensity of his gaze.

'Sorry, what?' You're stupidly questioning you., hoping that San will reduce it to a cheeky, dirty joke as he always does, but it doesn't happen.

"You heard me clearly, Y/N." San's voice is full of an emotion you can't quite describe, but whatever it is, it makes your pussy clench in anticipation.

"San, I...you know I can't do that."

'Just one kiss, Gongjunim. Just one.' He tilts his head slightly to the side and looks at you with those seductive, heavy, bedroom eyes of his. San squeezes your wrist even tighter, pulling you closer to him until his face pressed against your belly. "Come on, doll face, give me a kiss. Think of it as rewarding me for winning. Don't you think the winner deserves a kiss?' His purring voice sends electric charges in your lower abdomen, triggering feelings that you're not sure you're ready to deal with at the moment. "Just one kiss...' San begins plants wet, short kisses on the strip of bare skin between your short top and your shorts.

You're completely silent for a few moments, mentally weighing the pros and cons as San continues to plant wet, insistent, open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin of your stomach. A slight shiver of excitement runs down your spine as you feel him slowly run his tongue over the places where the hickeys he's left behind, his lingering, dissolute kisses, and which you're sure Seonghwa won't be happy to see on you, have already started to turn purple.

But even so, you don't try to stop him, and you let San do whatever he wants. You know that he won't let go of you so easily for this once, and that he can be so stubborn when he wants something badly or needs something certain, and maybe, just maybe, right now you need the same thing as San. All this tension between you was so palpable that you could almost taste it on your tongue—a little bit bitter, a little bit sweet, sharp and lingering, like a kiss after hot sex.

Just one kiss... what could be wrong with that? You're just going to taste it; you're convincing yourself. Just let it taste...

"Okay.' You say at last, and you feel his lips curl up in a victorious grin.

He pulls his handsome face away from your belly and lifts his languid, feline gaze to you. And you hate the way it makes you catch your breath every time, as far as intense and dark his gaze is. San's eyes are predator's eyes—sharp, hungry, and burning; they're the eyes of a big cat on the hunt. A tiger's eyes, having found its prey. Eyes that you will never be able to forget. His lips are parted a little, and before he can say a word, you are one step ahead of him.

"Just one kiss, San. Nothing more. Do you have my meaning?" You wish that your voice would sound more demanding, but instead there's an uncertainty and a slight nervousness in it that is just as clear to San as it is to you. "I'm serious, San, one kiss." It's practically stupid, and you're not at all sure whether you're saying it to San or to yourself.

'Whatever you want, my angel.' He leans back on the back of the couch, relaxed, with a smug grin on his face. There it is again—that damn nickname—what's a jerk after all. "Come on, Dolly, come to me." San runs the broad palms of his hands over his muscular, luscious thighs, letting you know exactly where he wants you to be. You let out a heavy sigh and, irritated, toss the cotton ball full of alcohol and the rest of the ointment into the bin next to the couch before you awkwardly sit down on his lap.

As soon as you are sitting on San's lap, his hands are on your waist, digging their fingers into the soft flesh and squeezing it roughly, only to pull you even closer to him. So close that there is almost no space between your bodies. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, the warm, thick smell of perfume and smoke enveloping you and settling in your lungs with every breath you take, and before you know what you're doing, you're pressing your hips harder against his crotch, feeling how hard San has already been for you.

Your hands automatically come to rest on his naked, muscular chest, and you dig your nails into it lightly, leaving angry red crescent marks on his moist, sun-kissed skin. San mooed in satisfaction, welcoming the painful sensation of your nails on his body, and you almost groaned in response. Just when you thought he couldn't get any hotter, Choi San rushed over to prove that the opposite was true.

"Are you happy now?" You want to sound annoyed and displeased, pouting your plump lips, which are shining with a thick, candy pink gloss, and rolling your eyes at him. But the way San looks at you, the way his hands lazily caress the curve of your waist and hips, makes you practically tremble with excitement, making you fold like origami for him. Why does he have to be so... so damn hot? Your skin burns under his touch, and the viscous, sticky wetness between your legs becomes more intense by the minute.

"I'm more than happy, doll. But don't pretend it's just me; it's about time you admitted you want this as much as I do. You like it all, my little slutty angel. Don't you?" San purrs sultrily and pushes his hips up a little, causing a deep, long moan to escape from your throat. His hard cock touches your aching clit as he moves against you, pressing his crotch harder against your clothed pussy.

And frankly, your skimpy shorts and the thin silk panties you wore especially for Seonghwa today do little to diminish the sharp sensation of pleasure coursing through you. Unconsciously, you move your hips to him and rub your pussy against his cock, desperate for more of this delightful stimulation. The contact has been so pleasurable that your hole is clenching around nothing, spurting out even more of your juices and making you moan once more.

"It turns out that all I had to do to get you to moan for me was to put you on my lap." San slaps you hard on the plump buttock and squeezes it together roughly with his big, wiry hand. "Too easy." There's so much arrogance and smugness in his voice that it makes you want to punch him right in the face.

'No, it's not...' Even to yourself, what you're saying sounds completely meaningless. You look at his chiselled face, perfect except for the cut marks and a few small bruises, at those bold, plump lips that are stretched in a devilish grin, at those sweet dimples, and at those damn seductive cat eyes, full of lust and desire. And now San looks more attractive to you than ever—dangerously attractive. So much so that it almost makes you forget about Seonghwa...

"What did I tell you about that sweet expression on your face?' San growls in a low voice. One of his hands grabs you roughly by the back of the head and suddenly pulls you closer to him than you ever thought possible, almost pushing your faces into each other. "You are driving me crazy; do you know that, doll?' He presses his forehead against yours, and your lips are only a millimetre apart. His palm squeezes your neck in a possessive way, and the sound that comes out of you is something between a sob and a moan. The sudden, abrupt movement causes you to press even harder against his cock, and the sensation sends a pulse of pleasure through your clit.

Before you have a chance to answer him, San's soft lips are meeting yours in an insistent, hungry kiss. His mouth is so aggressive and demanding; his tongue glides over your lower lip and presses against it. His fingers dig into your neck, turning the touch into a rough grip, holding you in place, but there's no need; you already feel so soft and supple to him that you willingly lean into him, wrapping your arms around his strong neck and tangling your fingers in his thick hair, gently pulling the soft strands at the roots. The deep, vibrating moan that San lets out reminds you of the contented purr of a huge cat.

His skilful tongue forces your lips apart and quickly penetrates the inside of your mouth, and you shudder at the sensual sensation as he runs it over your palate, licking the inside of your cheeks and wrapping it around your own tongue. It must look disgusting from the outside—the kiss is rough and dirty, full of tongues and teeth, but you're enjoying it immensely and moaning lustfully against San's lips at the hot need growing inside you.

That's all... Hell, you don't even know how to put it into words. You've been wanting to kiss San ever since you saw him for the first time in the club—dishevelled, hot, all sweaty and battered after his first victorious fight, but so impossibly attractive. You wanted to do it tonight, right after the referee announced that he'd won, and San smiled at you dazzlingly, showing you those sweet, deep dimples you'd always secretly wanted to lick. And you want to kiss him every damn time he's within arm's length of you. Hell, you want to kiss him all the time, over and over again, until you finally satisfy that hunger that's gnawed at your insides for so long.

San pulls your plump lower lip into his moist, warm mouth and gives it a rough sucking before he lets it go with a loud 'pop'. His tongue immediately licks your ajar lips, coating them with his saliva, and it's just unbearable. How on earth are you going to get away from him when he kisses you like that?

"Look at you, Dolly, you're savouring this so much. I bet your sweet, tight cunt is so wet right now. Isn't it?" San whispers in a husky voice before he runs his tongue over your lips once more. "Don't you want to run away from me yet, angel?"

'Just shut up.' You hiss at him before you let him pull you into another kiss that is even deeper and dirtier than the last. Your hips are rocking back and forth, and you are rubbing your needy pussy against his hard cock as San is literally fucking your mouth with his skilful tongue.

You're furious with him. And you're angry that San is absolutely right about you—you love the whole damn thing, so much so that your pussy flows like a waterfall for him, ready and needing him to fill it with his cock and cum until it pours out of you. But most of all, you're angry with yourself, which makes you roll your hips over him even more aggressively and makes you both moan into each other's mouths.

You know that you shouldn't be here, you know that this is going to end badly, and you have absolutely no time to sit on San's lap and let him explore your mouth with his tongue while you dry hump him—and yet you can't bring yourself to leave. Not in the slightest bit. Your willpower is nothing compared to Choi San.

San begins to kiss you even more furiously, biting your lips almost to the point of bleeding. He's so passionate—he licks your mouth with his tongue and literally shoves it down your throat, making it almost impossible for you to breathe. He kisses you like he's dying of thirst, and you're the only way he can fix it. And if San eats pussy the same way he kisses you now, you're not sure you can handle it at all.

Your phone suddenly beeps, alerting you to a new message, and the obnoxious, loud sound finally brings you to your senses. You pull away from San's tantalising, greedy lips, trying to catch your breath and get your thoughts straightened out as he continues to kiss your cheeks and chin lazily.

"I have to go now.' You say softly, to which San just mooed in agreement, as if to say, 'Go on, I won't hold you back', but his lips never leave your skin for a second, and his broad, slightly calloused palm still grips your neck tightly from behind. "I shouldn't be here with you... Seonghwa... he's waiting for me at home, you know." You sound so weak, and to be honest, not convincing even to yourself, let alone San, and the handsome boxer doesn't try to make it easier for you.

He lets go of your neck just long enough to run his fingers over your flushed, pretty face before wrapping them tightly around your chin and tilting your head slightly to the side so that your eyes meet his slanted, feline eyes that are clouded with lust. His gaze is so intense, so searing, that it makes you want to turn away from him. San is looking at you as if he's watching how his fingers are penetrating you, slowly and deeply, stretching your tight hole while you're languidly jerking him off. It's an intimate gaze, too palpably sexual.

San lets out a dark chuckle, full of the most lewd and dirty promises, as he presses his fingers against the edges of your mouth before squeezing it until your plump lips form a silly "duck" shape. A smug, victorious expression was frozen on his face, and he poked the tip of his tongue into the corner of his swollen lips. You can't say a word; all your thoughts are scattered into the dark corners of your mind like cockroaches when a light is turned on.

"I guess you're already late, baby." Genuine amusement glitters in his eyes, and he lets go of you, instead leaning back on the back of the couch as if he were a king. Such an abrupt change in his behaviour is a source of confusion to you.

'What are you...' You don't have time to finish your sentence before the door to the room flings open, letting in the sound of loud, cheerful voices and the deafening roar of music. You almost have the urge to snap at the person who has dared to interrupt your moment with San, but instead you freeze as the room is again engulfed in silence and the only thing you can hear is the clicking sound of high heels and the thunderous beating of your heart echoing in your ears. You freeze like a deer in the headlights as you realise who those high heels belong to, and judging by the devilishly smug grin on San's face, you're not wrong in your guess.

"Ah, there you are, my beautiful little angel...' Seonghwa's purring voice is nothing more than solid darkness wrapped in velvet, and the sound of it sends goosebumps up your arms and makes everything inside of you twist into a tight knot of fear and excitement.

Your senses are a mess, and you're torn between wanting to burst into tears and wanting to rub your cunt against San's cock again, even more desperate now that Seonghwa's appearance has unleashed a new wave of lust in you, even more intense than before. God, the way your body is reacting to the presence of this man next to you is simply beyond any explanation. It was so wild and yet so exhilarating, and perhaps deep down inside you were a complete masochist as you took such incredible pleasure out of it all.

Your nightmare was coming true as he walked leisurely towards you and San, his hands in the pockets of his designer trousers, causing the hem of his luxurious, expensive fur coat to flutter open, revealing the translucent top that covered his torso like a second skin. If San had made you feel like a frightened bunny cornered by a predator, then Seonghwa made you feel like some kind of dark deity was keeping his all-seeing eye on you.

You were completely frozen in your seat—practically out of breath, still in the same compromising position—your pussy pressed tightly against San's thick, hard cock through your clothes as his hand continued to sensuously knead your plump, juicy buttocks.

When Seonghwa is at arm's length from you, deceptively gentle, he runs his fingers through your hair before he tangles his fingers in the long, silky strands and jerks your head backwards, causing you to arch your back and let out a long, hard moan. Damn, you love it when he's so bossy and rough with you.

"Or are you nothing more than a fucking needy slut today, eh? Look at you, keeping your daddy waiting while you rub your slutty cunt all over San's cock." You gasp at the deliciously painful sensation of his fingernails lightly scraping the skin of your scalp as he pulls harder on the long, silky strands of your hair. To be honest, you don't know how to answer him, or rather, what kind of answer would satisfy Seonghwa, so you just remain silent, sinking your teeth into your kiss-swollen lower lip and looking up at him with big, clouded with desire eyes.

"Oh, she is definitely the ultimate slut. You missed a lot, Hwa; the way she rode me just a few minutes ago was quite a sight. And her sweet cunt is soaking wet; I can feel it even through her shorts and panties. I have no doubt that her tight little hole is literally dripping with slime right now." San purrs and slaps your bottom hard, making the soft, plump flesh jiggle, and you whimper pitifully at the sharp, tingling sensation of the burn on your tender skin. Even if you are not in the best position now, a hot wave of dark pleasure washes over your entire body, making your cunt quiver in anticipation of what's to come.

"Well, so..." Seonghwa says carelessly, tugging at your hair once more before he unclenches his fingers and abruptly lets go of your strands, causing your head to swing involuntarily and you to whimper softly. You watch as he turns on his heels and walks over to the chair you had been sitting in and sits in it elegantly, as if on a throne. He looks unbelievable, wicked, and smouldering with dark sexuality, swathed in expensive fur, and with his legs spread wide, you want to crawl over and bury your face in his cock. Hwa is stretched out in his chair, leaning back into the soft backrest and staring at you with heavy siren eyes.

You have no idea at all what's going on here. Shouldn't Seonghwa be furious about this? You're literally sitting on another man's cock, and not just any man, but Choi San, the golden boy of the Fight Club that Hwa owns, your panties and shorts soaked through and your lips so swollen and covered in saliva and remnants of thick candy pink gloss that it looks like you've been selflessly sucking cock for hours, not just kissing. And all your incredibly possessive and bossy sugar daddy does is sit back in his chair and stare at you as if he's sitting in the front row of a fashion show.

"Since you say so, San. I guess you have to show me how slutty my angel can be." Seonghwa's voice is nothing but solid darkness, wrapped in velvet. He emphasises the word 'my', and for the first time in a long while, you can hear the venom in his words. Outwardly, he may look and act completely indifferent, maybe even a little bored, but inside he's seething with jealousy at how much you're enjoying San and how he's touching you. "Don't let my presence distract you; just pick up where you left off."

'What?' You blink dumbly at him, your brain so clouded with lust and need that you are unable to process the words he has just said properly.

"You heard me, angel, keep on fucking." Seonghwa just tilts his head to the side, looks at you with siren eyes, and licks his plump, kissable lips in a sensual way. You swallow loudly at this sight, because that's the way he usually looks at you when he's devouring your pussy or fucking you deep, throwing your legs over his shoulders and thrusting his hips into you with such force that the back of the bed hits the wall with every thrust and his tight balls slap against your plump, soft buttocks, making the skin on them blush angrily red and tingle slightly. In front of your mind's eye, you instantly flash back to this morning, when Seonghwa gave you the same siren's gaze that he's giving you right now, as he tickled your swollen clit with the tip of his tongue and stretched your hole with two long fingers.

'But... Seonghwa... I...' Your voice is hardly louder than a whisper when you speak. "Aren't you... Aren't you upset?" It embarrasses you so much, but at the same time you can't deny how much the thought of Seonghwa watching you while San fucks you is getting you excited.

"Oh, my little angel, aren't you a sweetie, eh?" Seonghwa gives a dark chuckle. He bites the tip of his index finger in a playful way and tilts his head to the side, looking up at you through his long, fluffy eyelashes.

You always loved how playful he could be with you at times, but at the moment it was more frightening than comforting, for you knew very well that his playfulness could go far beyond the limits of normalcy, and it never ended well.

"And what makes you think that I should be upset, my love?" His voice drops to a dangerous, dark purr, and this sound pierces you, sending signals straight to your needy pussy, causing more of your sticky, sweet juices to spill out. "Maybe it's because you're practically shoving your slutty cunt right in San's face? I bet your pussy is dripping wet and throbbing with the need to be filled with his cock." He says it so casually and simply, and somehow it's so fucking hot that you don't know what you want more—to beg him for forgiveness or to fuck you silly.

Seonghwa slowly runs his tongue over his sensual, luscious lips, and this movement is so practised and deliberate that it sends shivers down your spine.

"But you know what, Angel? Daddy would do anything for you, and if you want to fuck him, then go right ahead and do it. You can ride his cock all day long; I don't give a shit. Because once he's fucked you, you'll come crawling back to me because you know you belong to me and me alone."

Seonghwa's words barely get through to you. You can see the way his stunning, perfectly sculpted lips move when he speaks; you can hear the velvety quality of his voice, but you still can't quite make out their meaning.

Your mind is reminded of cotton candy—fluffy and airy, deliciously sweet, and melting with excitement. You shift your confused gaze from Seonghwa to San, hoping that the handsome boxer will clear your thoughts a little, but instead all you get is a sinful, predatory grin and the look of his seductive, half-closed eyes piercing through you and promising you a straight shot to paradise.

It was enough to make your blood boil with desire. Your excitement was so obvious to them, almost palpable, and despite this humiliating fact, the thrill that fluttered in your lower belly and sent goosebumps of heat between your juicy thighs intensified even more.

‘I don't know...It's all so... complicated...' A quiet sob escapes from your throat as San grabs you by the throat and pushes his hips up, causing his hard cock to rub against your clit in the most delightful way. His hand clenches harder on your neck, causing you to gasp from the sudden lack of air. Your eyes roll up at the rough, possessive grip, and you unconsciously roll your hips over him, your throbbing, swollen clit pressed tightly against his hard cock. San's eyes narrow, and he curses under his breath when he sees how fucked you already look. He thrusts his hips into you again, and this action completely shuts down any rationality in your thinking.

"I don't think so, doll." San whispers in a devilish voice, pressing his hot lips to your shoulder and leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses there; your skin melts under his touch, making you moan and wriggle even harder in his lap. "Just say yes, baby; that's all you need. You want this so badly, don't you?" San's silky voice slides over your body as if he's licking it with his tongue. He continues persistently to coax you into giving in to temptation, making your skin crawl, and as his teeth dig lightly at your collarbone, your brain finally loses all contact with reality, and you give in, letting your lust take control of you.

"Yes, I want to." You squeakily out, but San's hand around your neck makes the sound distorted and broken. 'Please.' You add even more softly. And apparently that's exactly what they wanted, because the next moment the handsome boxer suddenly releases your throat, and you begin to gasp slightly as air begins to flow freely into your lungs again.

"There you go, such a good girl." San purrs, and that guttural, silky sound vibrates against your skin, making you shiver with excitement. You try to get your breathing back to a normal rhythm by taking slow, deep breaths. Your head is a little dizzy, and you are about to fall to the floor, stumbling on your wobbly, shaky legs as San pushes you off his lap and forces you to stand right in front of him.

You stare at him in confusion, not understanding why he would push you away when just a few minutes ago he was the one rubbing his cock all over your pussy and urging you to fuck him. But San just lifts his split eyebrow at you in silence and smiles mischievously, looking at you with his heavy bedroom eyes, as if his facial expression should have told you everything you needed to know.

"What... what am I supposed to do?" It comes out almost shyly, as if you weren't the one dry humping another guy in front of your sugar daddy, and apparently Seonghwa finds it amusing too. You can hear his cheerful, velvety laugh behind your back before he elegantly gets up from his seat and comes back to you and hugs you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on the top of your head. You almost instantly dissolve into his arms, drowning in the luxurious, expensive fur of his fur coat as he pulls you closer to his body.

"You can be such a fool sometimes, my love; it can't help but amuse me." Seonghwa purrs, leaning down to your face and running the tip of his nose along your rounded, ruddy cheek. "San wants you to show him how good a slut you can be for him and how beautiful you look on your knees with a cock in your mouth. I'm sure that's been on his mind ever since he saw you giving Yunho a blowjob in the locker room, isn't it?" Hwa whispers into your ear, and you see San's eyes narrow dangerously as he says it, going even darker, and you could swear you see something utterly evil flashing in those deep chocolate irises. Oh, Seonghwa seems to have hit a nerve, and you know full well that he did it on purpose.

“Of course I did, Hwa. How could I not have thought of that? Dolly was quite a sight, so desperate, milking his cock with her mouth, sucking his balls, and lapping up his cum as if her life depended on it. You don't seem to be able to satisfy her appetite enough to keep her from seeking the attention of other men, Seonghwa." Parries San, and you are practically gasping for breath at such blatant insolence. You've never heard of anyone being so openly in Seonghwa's face before, and it's both a delight and a fright to you.

'You bastard.' Seonghwa hisses at him. You can feel the irritation and anger coming from him, but he still does nothing to stop this game. Instead, he encourages it to continue. His hands let go of your waist, and he placed them on your shoulders instead, squeezing them so hard that you started to go down until you found yourself on your knees between San's spread legs. The handsome boxer's cock is a foot away from your face, and even though you haven't touched it yet, you can see how tight the muscles in his abs and thighs are, taut like steel cables under the golden, wet skin. It was an image that you wanted to stay with you forever. Your palms automatically rested on his inner thighs, and you lightly clenched the fabric of his shorts. "Have fun with her while you still can, San. You may never have the chance to play with my princess again." Hwa says in a mocking tone and strokes your head gently before he gives you a kiss on the top of your head.

"Oh, trust me, Seonghwa, I will, and when I'm done with her, she won't be able to think of anything else than me." San wraps a hand around his thick, hard cock through the fabric of his shorts, and you swallow loudly, already imagining how heavy and hot it is going to be on your tongue.

"You are overconfident, San, but anyway...' He turns your face towards him to lick your lips with his tongue, coating them with a shiny, thick layer of his saliva. The action, totally dirty and lascivious, is so damn hot, and you instinctively stick your tongue out of your mouth so that Seonghwa can spit on it, which he does. With your eyes glazed over with lust, you watch as your sugar daddy collects the saliva in his mouth and spits it out onto your waiting tongue. He lets out a deep purr at the sight of a thick, viscous drop rolling down your pink tongue, which you immediately swallow with a sweet moan. "Aren't you the prettiest one? Such an obedient slut for your daddy." He licks your lips again, and you reach up in the hope of catching his tongue with your lips and sucking on it, but your desperation only makes him giggle. "You can do that later, my angel; I promise you that. Now give me a good show and work his dick with your hot, slutty mouth." And you obey the order.

Seonghwa moves away from you, leaving you at the mercy of San, and sits back down in his chair, unbuckling the belt on his trousers and beginning to stroke himself slowly. His seductive siren's eyes are uninterruptedly watching your every move.

As you turn your attention back to San, a pitiful gasp comes from your chest, and you clench your thighs tighter in a futile attempt to reduce your arousal. You feel so small under the weight of that dark, feline gaze of his. His eyes roam over your form, his predatory gaze gliding over every curve of your body before it lingers at your boobs, almost falling out of your top. San's tongue slips out of his mouth, and he slowly licks his wounded lips, leaving a glistening trail of saliva on them.

"Show me those big plump tits, baby. I want to see them bouncing while I fuck that sweet, doll-like face of yours." San purrs in a sultrily way, and there's a hoarseness to his voice that wasn't there before, but you're too caught up in the sight of San running his thumbs under the elastic of his gym shorts and pulling them down, finally exposing his big, pre-cum oozing cock. The sight of it is the cause of a salivary gush in your mouth.

Your hands reach up and begin to slowly pull the thin straps of your satin top down from your shoulders until your heavy, luscious tits are completely exposed and your top is gathered up at your waist in a useless strip of fabric. San's plump lips curl up in an approving smile, revealing his deep, sweet dimples as he finally gets to see your bare breasts in all their glory. Your fingers slide over your aureoles, your nipples hardening from the pleasurable stimulation, and you gently run your thumb pads over the sensitive, swollen buds, a soft moan of pleasure escaping your parted lips.

"Fuck, baby, you've got such amazing tits, so big, heavy, and so soft. Greatest titties I've ever seen. I want to cum all over your tits; cover them with my sperm. I'll milk your tits dry, Dolly, make you cum from sensations of my mouth on your nipples." San's voice is full of dark promise, and it makes more and more of the moisture seep out of your trembling hole. He squeezes his cock harder in his broad palm, caressing the thick, throbbing length with a wet squelching sound before he pushes in lightly, making his beautiful, thick thighs tense even more. Hell, his cock is literally dripping with pre-cum; the swollen, reddened head has been covered in a thick layer of glistening, viscous glaze, and you can practically taste the sweet taste of his cum on the tip of your tongue.

"Do you like my tits that much, San?" You rock your tits gently in the palms of your hands at the feel of their weight. The plump flesh of them barely fits in your hands.

"So damn much, babe." The sexy boxer lets out a low, husky moan as he continues to pleasure himself. His cock twitches weakly in the palm of his hand as he watches you playing with yourself, massaging your breasts and tweaking your swollen nipples. You could swear that the moaning that comes out of his lips is the hottest you've ever heard, of course after the moaning and whimpering of Seonghwa. You wonder if you'll ever be able to make the temperamental boxer whimper and beg. The thought of San writhing and whimpering under your care as you ride him like a thoroughbred stallion makes a small trickle of sticky fluid flow out of you.

A velvety moan from behind your back grabs your attention, and for a second you turn your head over your shoulder to take a look at your gorgeous daddy. Seonghwa's overly plump, glossy lips are parted with a lingering, soft moan; his feline, black eyes are clouded with pleasure and slightly out of focus as his graceful hand caresses his beautiful, thick cock. God, you still can't understand how you managed to get the attention of such a gorgeous, sexy man, but that's the last thing you can think about right now. Especially when he brings his long, pre-cum-covered fingers to his lips and smears them over the overly plump, soft flesh before he sticks out his tongue and licks the sticky residue off the delicate appendages.

Until the last drop of pre-cum disappears into his mouth, Hwa slowly caresses the fingers with his long, expert tongue. The sight of it sends a new wave of heat through your body, and the silky walls of your cunt tremble and become even wetter. The whimper that comes out of you at the sight of this filthy thing is almost pitiful.

"Don't let me distract you, angel. I want to see you sucking him off. I want to see you choking on his big cock as you take him deep down your pretty little throat. Can you do that for Daddy, Angel?" Seonghwa's voice has the sound of melted honey. The sugary tone is such a strong contrast to the dirty, vulgar words that come out of his sensual mouth. And it makes you roll your eyes and let out a loud moan. Hell, he's fucking you without even touching you at all.

"Yes, yes, daddy. I'll do everything for you. Anything you want me to do.' You squirm slightly in your spot, squeeze your thighs together, and bite your plump lower lip.

"Such a good girl. Keep playing with San, Angel.' Seonghwa casts his dark, burning gaze over your body one last time, lingering briefly on your swollen, tense nipples before waving his hand at you. He silently commands you to turn away and give your full attention to San. Which you do immediately.

When you turn back to San, you look at him innocently through your fluffy eyelashes, knowing full well the effect it has on men when you know how quickly Seonghwa gets hard when you give him that look of false innocence. And apparently he's not the only one turned on by it, because you can see San's cock twitching in his palm and he hissing in pain or pleasure as he sinks his teeth into the bruised flesh of his lower lip.

"Can I suck your dick...? You stammer slightly now that your game has moved from playful teasing to actual sex, not knowing how to address him right.

'Daddy, my doll.' The look on San's face is so intense and powerful that it makes your blood boil with the desire to satisfy him in every possible way. "You can call me "Daddy." You hear Seonghwa's sarcastic chuckle behind your back and see San's lips open in response, but you quickly distract him from another verbal altercation with your sugar daddy.

"So you're going to let me suck you off, Daddy?". You lick your plump lips greedily, glistening with the sticky residue of candy pink glitter and Seonghwa's saliva, running your tongue in deliberately slow motion over the soft flesh and placing your palms on the inside of his thighs. Your face is practically resting on his hard, oozing cock, and you blow lightly on it, causing San to throw his head back, exposing his long, seductive neck with its scattering of freckles and straining, swollen veins, as he rolls his eyes in pleasure. 'Please.' You add as you arch your spine and move your face even closer to his crotch, leaving a light, weightless kiss on the top of his taut balls.

'Fuck, doll.' San growls, grabbing your hair and pulling your face up so you meet his gaze with yours. 'Do you want to taste my cock that badly, baby girl?' His eyebrow lifts in a teasing manner. He wraps his hand around the base of his cock and slaps the swollen, reddening head against your lips. Each time he pulls it away from your mouth, long strands of your drool, mixed with pre-cum, stretch from your lips to his cock.

"Yes, Daddy, I want it so badly. Let me taste your cock; I want to feel it on my tongue, in my throat. Please, Daddy, please." You spread your legs slightly, and the fabric of your tiny satin shorts stretches across your crotch, digging in between your labia and perfectly outlining the contours of your plump little cunt. This did nothing to hide how wet you were now, so both San and Seonghwa could see the dark wet stain on the thin fabric.

"Oh, shit, angel." Seonghwa curses, and you can hear him shift a little in his seat, but you still do not make the slightest attempt to turn around and look at him. You can be sure that if the situation were different, Seonghwa's godlike face would be buried between your thighs by now. But right now he has to restrain his desires and just watch what's going on. "Stop playing with her, San, and give the princess what she wants." His voice is condemning, but you know very well that this is nothing but a farce. Hwa himself can torment you for hours by rubbing his cock over your face or slapping it on your tongue and cheeks before he lets you take it in your mouth.

The only thing your daddy had no patience for was eating your pussy. Seonghwa couldn't tease you for more than a minute before he would suckle with his gorgeous mouth on your warm, tight cunt and feast on it for hours. He would stick his tongue deep into your tiny hole and suck your juices like the exquisite vintage wine he loved so much, although he also liked to drink it from your pussy too.

San slaps his cock against your mouth a couple of more times before he presses the head of it against your lower lip and gently pushes it in the inviting, moist warmth of your mouth.

"You heard your man, baby girl. Open your mouth and take this cock, Angel." You almost want to roll your eyes at those words, you petty bastard. But when San's sharp feline eyes meet yours and he gives you a smug, predatory grin that makes you squirm in your seat between his spread legs, all your insolence melts away in an instant.

San's hand runs through your hair in a deceptively affectionate manner, pulling a few strands away from your beautiful face so that he can get a better look at you as your sweet mouth opens and his thick cock slowly enters you. Your jaw tenses up as you try to get used to the size of it, the swollen, throbbing veins rubbing against your tongue as he pushes deeper and deeper. San clenches a large handful of your silky curls in his fist before pulling them out with force. He rolls his eyes and hisses through clenched teeth as the blunt head of his cock hits the back of your throat and his balls rest against your chin.

Your mouth is full to the brim, your plump lips stretching beautifully around the hot, velvety girth, pressing tightly against it and enveloping the sensitive length with warm, wet breath, but even that doesn't stop you from moving your tongue and kitten licking the sensitive spot where his cock joins his heavy, cum-filled balls.

The moan he makes when you do it goes straight to your pussy and your silky walls clench around nothing. Delicate, velvety skin tingles under the caress of your tongue, and it makes his cock throb in your mouth. The sight of you choking on his cock and drooling all over his balls almost brings San to the brink of his limit.

"Look at you, doll, you're already drooling like a mindless slut, and I haven't even fucked that sweet face yet." San's thumb caresses your soft cheek, cooing sweetly before he slaps you lightly on the cheek, causing you to gasp and unknowingly let his cock go deeper down your throat.

You choke on it, the slippery walls of your throat tightening around his cock, pressing on the sensitive, swollen veins that stretch seductively along its massive, heavy length. The sensation makes him curse, and the nasty gagging, gurgling sound you make seems so sexy that San doesn't think he'll ever be able to get enough of it. Seonghwa makes his own wet whimpering noise as he watches your deep throat the handsome boxer's cock as he masturbates on you.

San pulls your head up by the hair until the only thing left in your mouth is your wet, reddened head, and you wipe the tears from your eyes. Wiping away the tears that begin to gather in the corners of your eyes, you look up at him with the most enchanting, tender look of pure innocence as you let his cock completely out of your mouth with a loud 'pop'. You give a wet smack to the swollen, mushroom-shaped head of his cock, the viscous saliva bubbling up before it bursts and runs down his cock and your chin in thick strands.

"Oh fuck, baby doll, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. A perfect little cocksucker." The sweet praise makes your delicate hole clench around nothing and your clit throbs as if San had just licked it with his tongue. 'Let me fuck your angelic face, sweetheart? I'm sure Seonghwa can't wait to see me stuff my cock down your tight little throat up to my balls. San purrs passionately as he looks down at you before he pushes his muscular thighs up so that his massive length slaps against your mouth and cheeks a couple of times.

'Yes, Daddy, I want it.' You whimper as you flutter your long, fluffy eyelashes and run your lips sweetly over the sensitive, velvety flesh of his cock, leaving short kisses on it. "Please, I want to feel you deep in my throat."

San growls, cupping the back of your head roughly with his palm and pressing down hard, forcing your pretty, flushed face to press even harder against his thick, wetted with saliva and pre-cum length. He doesn't need to tell you anything; you obediently open your warm, moist mouth and allow San to push his massive cock back between your swollen lips, stretching them beautifully around the hard, velvety flesh and pulsating, swollen veins.

His broad shoulders tense visibly, muscles tightening and contracting under his sweaty golden skin, and he moans gutturally as he watches you lower yourself onto him. Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you savour the slightly painful sensation from his huge cock as it pushes deeper and deeper into your throat, pulling the tight, slippery walls apart until you are choking on it completely. His cock is practically choking you as San holds your head in place, preventing you from being able to move away from him and take a full breath. San's broad, slightly rough palms begin to massage the sides of your neck to ease the tension a little as he holds you against his cock, your nose resting against the smooth, warm skin of his pubic and his heavy balls pressed tightly against your chin.

"That's my good girl." San moans, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes as your tongue presses against the swollen, throbbing vein on his cock. His stomach tenses up, and his taut pecs rise and fall with a heavy, hoarse intake of breath.

"My girl San, she's my fucking girl." Seonghwa hisses angrily. But that doesn't seem to bother the handsome boxer at all, as he just laughs grimly, clutching your hair in his fist and pulling your head away from his cock to admire your sweet, tear-stained face and your swollen, fucked lips.

"Of course she is, Hwa. She's all yours." San replies in a caustic tone. He enters your mouth once more, thrusting into it roughly and jerkily, hitting the back of your throat with the head of his cock each time. "Breathe through your nose, dolly." The brunette warns you before he forces your head down onto his cock until your nose is pressed against the smooth, wet skin of his pubic and his balls are pressed tightly against your chin. San holds your head still, and you begin to gasp, your throat walls tightening around his thick length as you try to breathe.

"Damn, doll, I'm going to cum. Do you want my cum, kitten?' He growls, pulling at your hair as he finally begins to fuck you in the throat. He thrusts into your mouth, sharp and deep, his hot length sliding between the narrow walls of your throat with a disgusting wet sound. San rolls his hips smoothly and fucks you in the face, his rhythm steady and deep.

You moan affirmatively, looking at him with huge, sweet eyes. With every move he makes, his heavy, thick cock rubs against your soft tongue, and you suck in your cheeks to give him even more pleasure. This makes San hisses like a big wildcat. This deep, sexy sound excites you more, and you dig your long, sharp nails into his luxurious thighs, leaving on them long scarlet stripes.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" The brunet asks, wrapping his fingers around your neck and pressing down lightly so that he can feel the bulge of his cock in your throat every time he enters you. This also cuts off what little room you had left to breathe. "Your plump, slutty cunt must be leaking so hard right now, isn't it, doll? You're just dying for me to cum in it and destroy that tight, sweet hole of yours."

His disgustingly dirty but incredibly hot words make you whimper pitifully around his massive girth, sending pleasurable vibrations through his sensitive cock.

You can feel his muscular thighs tense up under the palms of your hands as San throws his head back and lets out a loud, prolonged moan of pure pleasure. It's a deep, pornographic sound that comes straight from his chest, and it's at that very moment that your mouth begins to fill with his warm sperm.

San cums heavily on your tongue—a warm stream of thick, milky liquid runs down the back of your throat, causing you to choke. You slowly breathe through your nose and try to fight against your gag reflex as you drink his cum, little by little.

You try to swallow all of it, but there's so much of his sperm that some of it starts to leak out of your mouth, dripping down your chin and down the silky length of his cock, coating it in a sticky, milky glaze. You have to pull yourself away from him so that you can swallow it properly and savour the rich, bittersweet taste of it.

"Come on, kitten, show me your tongue." San purrs and looks up at you in a seductive way with his dark, feline eyes. His gaze is hazy and unfocused from the orgasm he's just experienced, and he gives you a lecherous grin, showing off his deep dimples as he continues to stroke his cock lazily.

You swallow noisily a thick mixture of sticky cum and your own drool, looking up at San with your big, deceptively innocent eyes before opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue.

"Look at you, baby doll." San purrs in a condescending manner and slaps his big cock against your tongue. Another copious stream of cum splashes onto your soft appendage, some of it landing on your lips and cheeks, coating your angelic face with thick, milky goo. "I always knew you were made to suck my cock, my little slut." He grabs your hair again and pulls you to his face for a kiss.

It's a dirty, sloppy, even slightly disgusting, open-mouthed kiss with lots of drool and sperm. San doesn't care at all that you haven't had time to swallow his share; he shoves his tongue deep down your throat, licks the inside of your cheeks, and then slides his tongue over your tongue to taste his own cum. This has you whimpering and moaning into his lips, your little arms wrapped around his thick, tense neck as you continue to kiss each other. San persistently explores your mouth with his tongue while his hands cradle your heavy, plump tits, roughly massaging the soft flesh and thumb rubbing your sensitive, swollen nipples.

The fact that Seonghwa doesn't seem to mind all of this and allows you to fuck San right in front of his eyes makes you even more horny. In fact, it's always been your little forbidden fantasy—you've imagined San touching you, licking your pussy and filling your little hole with his dick and sperm more than once or twice. But the fact that Hwa is involved in all of this drives you absolutely crazy. It's hard for you to comprehend what's happening, especially when San pulls and twists your nipples with his rough fingers again and another pair of hands goes to your hips before starting to pull down your soaked shorts and slutty panties until your sticky, plump cunt is fully exposed. Long strands of your arousal flow from your hole, dripping down to San's thighs and tempting Seonghwa to lick your silky, shiny folds, which he does right away.

Your hips arch as Seonghwa's long tongue slides down your slit from your dripping, quivering hole to your throbbing clit; the sharp tip dipping between your labia, caressing the soft, sensitive folds that are covered in a thick layer of your sweet mucus.

'Daddy!' You squeal, pulling away from San's swollen, hot lips and clawing at his broad, muscular shoulders with your long fingernails with such force that drops of blood begin to show on his skin.

'Do you like to play rough, sweetheart?' San hisses and suddenly slaps your tit. An angry red mark immediately blooms where his palm has made contact with your plump flesh. Your arousal is so obvious that you can practically feel it tingling on your skin; a fresh load of slime pours out of your hole, and Seonghwa immediately licks it up, velvety purring as the viscous liquid runs down his tongue and into his throat. He squeezes your thighs violently, long fingers digging into your flesh to pull your thick, juicy thighs closer to him so he can bury his godlike face in your aching, slutty cunt. "I asked you a question, Dolly." The handsome boxer slaps your breasts again, causing you to make a pitiful whimper.

"Yes...' You can barely speak; your words are all of gasping and sobbing, especially when Hwa rubs her pretty nose against your sensitive clit. Your whole body shudders at the new stimulation, and you dig your nails into San's shoulders even harder than before. "Yes, I like that, Daddy.".

'Daddy, huh?' Seonghwa hisses furiously and pulls his beautiful, sensual mouth away from your needy pussy. You squeal loudly as he suddenly slaps your swollen, sensitive clit with his graceful palm. The painful sensation is quickly replaced by euphoric, sweet pleasure spreading through your body like a liquid flame. "You know, you should be ashamed of yourself for the way you have behaved, my angel." Hwa purrs as he slaps your pussy a couple of more times. You give a pitiful whimper, shivering with your whole body and clinging even more tightly to San like a helpless little kitten.

"Please, Daddy, I'm so sorry...I'll behave better...' Your tone is so whiny, almost pleading. You choke on your own words, which sound more like intermittent breathing than anything coherent. "I promise I'll make it up to you, Daddy. I'll do everything for you. Please...'

"What about me, baby doll? Will you do anything for me? San whispers, sultry and husky, drawing your attention back to him; his wet, swollen lips, swollen from kissing and bruising, touch yours with every word he utters.

'I...' You start, but you never get a chance to finish your sentence as Seonghwa, without warning, plunges two long fingers into your tight, tiny hole all the way to the base. His fingers flex inside you, the soft pads pressing against the sensitive, spongy bundle of nerves, and you moan long and hard. More and more of the sweet nectar is oozing out of your hole, coating his fingers and dripping down onto San's thighs.

"I feel like you forget yourself all the time, San." Seonghwa's hisses. He pulls his long fingers out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace, dragging them along the silky walls of your pussy and making sure you feel every moment of it very vividly. "Y/N belongs to me and only to me. She is mine. And I think it's time for me to remind you of that." There is pure venom in Songhwa's voice, and you can't deny that it turns you on. But I have to say, it's pretty sweet that you have the idea that she could be yours." He continues to taunt the handsome boxer.

San just laughs, slides his hand between your thighs, and cups your pussy with his broad palm in a possessive way. Your hips automatically begin to move in search of sweet stimulation, and this movement has you rubbing against San's palm, your swollen clit sliding against the rough skin in the most delightful way. You arch your back and push back your plump booty as you shake it a little, making the juicy flesh wiggle seductively, and you hope that this will entice Sunhwa to put his fingers inside you once more and press his tongue against your cunt. God, you wanted to cum so badly, but it seems that the two impossibly sexy and powerful men, who now had you trapped between their gorgeous bodies, had plans of their own for you.

"Oh really?" San snorts with a grim chuckle. "Oh, daddy, her cunt is flowing for me, all sticky, sweet, and ready to be filled with my sperm. You haven't even made her cum yet; is that really how you are supposed to treat the sugar pussy of your princess, huh? If she were mine, I'd suck on her pussy until she squirted all over my face, then I'd do it again and again until I milked it dry'. San leans down to your ear, and his hot breath touches the sensitive skin of your earlobe, sending a tingling sensation through your whole body. He runs the tip of his tongue over your delicate flesh, grinning lewdly and looking directly into Songhwa's dark, squinting eyes. "And it seems you're the one who forgets, Hwa." San presses down on your trembling, tight hole and pushes two fingers into you with a loud, squelching sound. 'I never lose."

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solxamber · 2 months ago

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Receiving Gifts on White Day with: Ignihyde

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(platonic ortho)

Idia Shroud

The door opens to reveal... nothing.

Then—slowly—a mechanical arm extends from the shadows, shoving a perfectly wrapped box into your hands before retracting at the speed of light.

“…Idia?”

There is a long silence.

Then, from around the corner:

“…H-Hey.”

You step outside to find Idia lurking behind the wall, hood up, head down from pure social anxiety. He refuses to meet your eyes.

“…Are you hiding?”

“Nooooo,” he drawls, clearly lying.

You sigh and open the box. Inside, you find an incredible assortment of sweets, each one so ridiculously precise that you know he used some kind of advanced tech to make them.

“These are amazing,” you say honestly, popping one into your mouth. “How’d you make them?”

Idia fidgets. “Um. Okay, so. Technically I made Ortho do the physical assembly part because precision is kinda important for confectionery, but like, I supervised the whole process and—uh—calculated the best temperature and consistency for each—”

“Idia.” You grin, stepping closer. “You researched candy science for me?”

His hair immediately flares pink.

“W-WHAT? NO. SHUT UP.”

Before he can bolt, you grab his hoodie and pull him in for a quick kiss.

He short-circuits.

“Thank you,” you whisper against his lips, grinning.

His soul leaves his body.

Ortho Shroud

Your doorbell rings. When you open it, you are met with Ortho—floating midair with a perfectly wrapped gift box in his hands.

“Good morning!” he chirps. “Happy White Day!”

You blink. “Ortho? This is for me?”

He nods enthusiastically. “Yep! I synthesized special data to determine what kind of sweets you’d like most, and then I custom-programmed the cooking process to create the ultimate White Day treat!”

You open the box and find an absolutely stunning array of confections—flawless in every way.

“…Ortho, these look incredible.”

Ortho beams. “I optimized the process to ensure they’d be both aesthetically pleasing and delicious! Plus, I made sure to use the highest quality ingredients possible for maximum flavor and texture satisfaction!”

You grin. “This is amazing. Thank you so much, Ortho.”

He tilts his head. “No problem! You’re one of my favorite people, so I wanted to make sure you got something extra special!”

Your heart melts.

Then, Ortho suddenly perks up. “Oh! And if anyone tries to give you subpar White Day gifts, let me know! I can issue a gentle warning.”

You squint. “Ortho. What kind of warning.”

Ortho smiles innocently. “Just a little reminder that inferior gifts are unacceptable.”

….You have concerns.

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alwaysanundertone · 7 months ago

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Day 14, bet's on | rosekiller

@yourfiendlyneighbourspiderman sent a request for this one <3

smut

TW: NSFW, oral (fem and male receiving), bondage, piv, multiple orgasms.

part 1, part 2 will be released after kinktober

“… and he wanted to go back to his apartment, but obviously I refused and then he lashed out, saying I’m a prude and stuff, and it’s just so unfair” You were on your friends’ bed, there were many bottles of beers discarded on the floor. It was typical for you to hang out like this, talking about everything and anything. “I mean, it’s not like I am some type of prude-“

“Y/N, you are”

You widened your eyes, surprised, then shot Barty a dirty look. “Am not, thank you very much”

Evan rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, stop lying to yourself and admit it. When was the last time you did something adventurous?”

You rolled your eyes, but, if you had to really think about it, you couldn’t find any examples: maybe they were right, maybe you had become a prude. Still, you couldn’t let them win. “I’m drunk and my brain isn’t co-operating, but there are plenty of examples.”

“Prove you’re not a prude, then.”

You scrunched your eyebrows. “How?”

They both exchanged a look. “How about a little game? You’re going to watch our next game from here, in our apartment: for every goal that we score, you’re going to take off a piece of clothing. If you run out of them, you’re going to tie yourself up, and you’ll be waiting patiently for us here, on our bed. When we’ll come home, we’re going to have free access to whatever part of your body is exposed”

You sat up straight, staring at them, your mouth agape. “What- What”

Barty chuckled. “Evan, I think we broke her. We understand, Y/N, you’re not that adventurous, it’s okay, it’s normal”

You felt your blood starting to boil, you never were the one to back down from a challenge, and you weren’t going to start now. “Okay, bets on. You’re going to score two goals maximum, anyways”

They exchanged a surprised look. “We’re going to see about that.”

You just turned up the tv, anxiety clawing at your stomach. Sure, they couldn’t score that many goals, right? It was nearly impossible; you were going to be just fine. For the first time, you wished their time would loose.

As they started to fly on their brooms, you saw Evan scoring the first goal. Hell, not even a minute had passed.

“And just like that, Rosier scores the first point…” You tuned out the speaker’s voice, seeing how Barty and Evan shared a smirk, the camera focusing on their high five.

“Okay, Y/N, it’s a single piece of clothing” You took off one of your socks.

But as the game went on, you found yourself quickly only in your panties and bra, feeling extremely nervous, praying for them to stop scoring points.

It wasn’t that they both weren’t extremely hot, the prospect of them both focusing on your body making you feel hot and bothered; no, it was the fact that you hadn’t experienced any sexual interaction in more than two years, and, even worse than that, you didn’t know how you would have reacted after the sexual intercourse. When they were finished with you, would you be feeling clingy? Would you develop a crush on them? What if you already were crushing on them?

Before you could pity yourself more, Barty scored another goal, followed by Evan, and you swore you could see them winking at the camera. With shaky hands you took off your panties and bra. Now you had to deal with the damned ropes.

At a certain point, you had fallen asleep, tied up on their bed. You startled awake when you felt a hand caressing your stomach, your eyelids fluttering quickly.

“There she is, our angel”

“Evan?”

He chuckled. “What a good girl, doing what she was told to do. Hope you’ve slept well, because the night has just begun. If it gets too much or you feel uncomfortable, say ‘red’ and we will stop.”

As you were about to reply, you felt a tongue licking up a stripe from your hole to your clit, making you whimper. Barty smiled up at you from between your thighs. “Look at you, so responsive. We’re going to have so much fun”

Evan kneeled, staring at your eyes, his gaze dropping to your mouth before dipping his head to kiss you. You moaned; he smiled in the kiss. “Sounds so cute”

“Rosier, get your ass down here and taste her” The blonde guy rolled his eyes, obeying to Barty. Suddenly, two tongues were feasting on your core, the stimulation making your brain turn to mush. “Oh, God, what the fuck”

The boys chuckled. “Yes, sweetheart, tell us how good we make you feel” You felt their tongues meeting over your cunt, then they stopped giving you attention. As you looked down, you saw them making out sloppily directly over your core, seeing them like that was probably the hottest thing you had ever seen.

You whimpered, catching their attention. “You like seeing us like this, don’t you? Naughty, naughty girl” They went back to focusing on your pussy, and you already felt really close to coming, your moans getting progressively more high-pitched.

“Are you going to come on our faces like a good girl, mh?” As soon as Barty inserted a finger in you, curling it upwards, you knew you were gone for. You let out a loud moan, your mind fuzzy, filled with fireworks and fucking rainbows as they worked you through it.

As soon as you came back, you saw in the corner of your eye Evan undressing, and suddenly you felt uncomfortable. “Yellow” They both focused immediately on you.

“What’s up, sweetheart? Do you want to stop?”

“No, but” You felt embarrassed to tell them this, but you knew you had to. “Thing is, I haven’t done anything in a while, and” You didn’t know how to continue, but they seemed to understand.

“It’s okay, we can go as slow as you can, do you want us to undo the ropes?”

You blushed furiously, shaking your head. They both exchanged a look. “Oh, so you like them, huh? Going to keep this in mind in the future”

You didn’t have time to make sense of the innuendo, because Barty was starting to pump his fingers into you, making you moan. He curled them, hitting a specific spot into you, making you mewl. “Evan, I think I found it” He proceeded to caress it repeatedly, working you up once again, but suddenly his fingers were gone, making you whimper in disappointment.

“I know, Barty’s so mean, love” You felt Evan’s dick at your entrance, he was dragging it up and down slowly, making you feel crazy with need. He put in just the tip, staying there for a minute or two, making you feral.

“Evan, please, pleasepleaseplease, I’m going to be good, just” You weren’t even controlling your words anymore, you just knew that you needed him inside of you, and you needed him now.

“Are you hearing this, Barty? She’s going to be good” He mocked you. “What if I stayed like this?” You whined; you would have pushed it in yourself if you weren’t fucking bound. He kneeled down, kissing your nose and entering you altogether, your breath catching in your throat. “Just kidding, you’ve been such a good girl, it wouldn’t be fair to punishing you”.

Once he started picking up the rhythm of his thrusts, Barty slightly slapped your cheek with his cock. “Open up, sweetheart” You did, starting to suck on the head of his dick, hollowing your cheeks, looking up at him innocently. “Fuck, Evan-“ You sucked him even harder, making him whimper. “Fucking hell, I won’t last”

“Neither will I” Evan called out from between your thighs. “She’s so fucking tight, it’s a miracle I haven’t come already”

You were a moaning mess, Evan was somehow capable of hitting all of the right spots, you felt your mind starting to black out as you came on his dick.

“Switch” You widened your eyes as the two boys switched places, the prospect of possibly coming again in such a short period of time making you squirm. Barty entered you with one violent thrust, making you loose your breath. He positioned his index and middle fingers on your clit, making you mewl. “You’re going to come on my dick like a good girl”

You shook your head, Evan giving you a break to speak. “I… Can’t, it’s too much”

Barty cooed at you in fake sympathy. “Awe love, you have to get used to it, just because you’ve been with little boys who can’t make a woman come, doesn’t mean you won’t start now. You will come on my cock, and you will enjoy it” His words were making you even wetter, when he started attacking your G-spot you knew that you were gone for, coming all over him, both og the boys following you.

As you were cathing your breath, Evan started undoing the ropes, while Barty wetted a washcloth and started cleaning you. He smiled up at you. “Guess you aren’t a prude, after all” You scoffed, pushing him away slightly. tags: @sxmnc @peterparkerspersonalplaything @riaaavm @iamawkwardandshy @eeviee4 @mysterialee @famouscrusadeluminary @el1smells @rishofkf @mooonyxoxo @happymaeday @yourfiendlyneighbourspiderman @whyshouldihaveanam3 @amazing-bobinsky @barnesandmetal @just-here-for-ff @remussbitch @sammyreid

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kangaracha · 2 months ago

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QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 29

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pairing chan x reader

genre ninth member au, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,

summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.

Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.

status ongoing

taglist OPEN

a/n i fixed some missing links on my fics but probably not all of them, if you see one i've missed please tell me i'm stupid. anyway, several of my friends have written wonderful fics this week, please go for a scroll through my blog to read them all (including this fantastic 9th member au by @chahnniesroom, hello everyone who came here from that post <3) and remember I have daybreak currently posting every week!

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"Step out, 안녕하세요 스트레이 키즈입니다!"

The new year dawns like this; with them.

The camera blinks at you from across the room, a little red light by the lense blinking to indicate that you are streaming live to the world. In your hand, comments scroll past your phone screen almost too fast to read; on either side of you, arms jostle for space, your side of the couch mostly occupied by Changbin and Felix. Not that you mind the tight squeeze. It's nice to be here as nine for the afternoon, looking into the year ahead.

Well, supposedly. Mostly, the boys are still talking about lunch and whining about wanting coffee, as if they hadn't gone to bed early and slept late with nothing else to do today. The staff seem about as eager to steer them back on track as they are, sitting back behind the camera and letting it all play out.

You're happy too, watching the comments and listening to them talk about nothing. No pressure on you for anything, no reason to bring attention to yourself. There'll be time enough for that in the new year

You don't think that Changbin angling his phone at you to show you a takeout menu will be the beginning of the end.

You are wrong.

"Oh, mocha," you say out loud without really thinking, reaching out with one finger to scroll through the selections listed. "And smoothies. And iced tea."

"I want ice americano," Seungmin says from the other side of Changbin, leaning over him to point at it on the screen.

"Americano?" Across the room, Han suddenly perks up, straining to see around the other boys to whoever was talking. "Who's ordering coffee?"

Changbin looks up at him, his thoughts visible as they jump from one opportunity to another. "I'll order if you pay."

"Why am I paying?" Han whines. "It was your idea."

"You said you wanted coffee."

"Hyuuung."

"Baby," you mutter in an aside to Felix, who snorts a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand to hide his smile.

"Han is buying us coffee?" Hyunjin says, leaning away from the pleading eyes of the boy next to him. "I want coffee too."

Han stands, shaking his head. "You should buy it then," he says, pointing at Hyunjin. "I'm not buying it. It wasn't my idea to buy it, Changbin is buying it, I just said I wanted one-" Their voices rise, talking over the top of one another amidst the sound of Chan's laughter and Lee Know poking in just long enough to keep the argument going. Beside you, Changbin leans back and scrolls through the menu, clearly pleased with himself.

"Just play rock, paper, scissors!" Seungmin tells them when their volume has reached maximum level, his hand waving to grab their attention. "Everyone play. Loser buys coffee."

Han stops, staring at him suspiciously, and then points and laughs. "The one that calls it always loses!" he crows, and holds his hand out ready to play.

Around you, the rest of them rise to play, forming a semi-circle around the camera. "Noona?" Changbin says when you don't rise with them, turning to offer you a hand up.

He doesn't see the way your stomach bottoms out, the sudden dryness of you throat and the sweat of your palms where they press to your jeans. He can't even see the camera, staring at you from behind your back, recording every single move you make on the chessboard.

You play it off with a smile, shaking your head. "I'm fine," you tell him, and pray that he'll accept it at face value. "I don't really want anything."

"Not even ice tea?" he presses relentlessly.

"Come on Y/Nnie," Han says from the other side of the circle, his head poking out from behind the other's backs. "Seungmin's going to lose anyway."

The shift in the room is dramatic - suddenly, instead of hiding in the corner, you are the focal point of all the attention in the space. Reluctantly, you take Changbin's hand. "Well, if Seungmin is paying," you joke weakly, and take your place in the circle.

One in nine is good odds, you figure; and then you lose the first round.

And then you lose the second.

"Out!" Seungmin crows with his rock held in the air, stepping out of the centre. Only you and Chan are left - you and Chan and your empty bank account, and a camera livestreaming out to the world. He winks at you as he steps forward to face you, his face angled just far enough away from the camera not to show it. They will see his goofy smile though, and the big show he makes of hunching down and squaring his shoulders like you're going to wrestle or something, not play a children's game.

Anxiety makes you cold, your skin shivering and your arms locking up. You swallow it down and smile. You're sure you show too much teeth, that your face pales as your fist lays ready on your palm. Chan doesn't move, his gaze unwavering and his smile stuck to his face. When you meet his eyes, you could swear he's trying to tell you something through that gaze. You're too stupid to recieve the message.

"안 내면 진 거, 가위 바위 보!"

Steel in your spine, you play the game fair and on the beat - embarrassing loss or not, you'll keep that dignity. Your hand throws rock without thinking much about it. Chan doesn't play with any kind of strategy anyway; it's almost cruel sometimes, to use logic against him, the way he plays to lose.

Like now, moving so far behind the beat that you could nearly claim he was cheating. You see his eyes flick down to your hand the moment before he plays, taking in your move; your mouth opens to call him out as he shows his hand, and then-

Pauses, because he played scissors. And lost.

"Ahhhhhh," he hisses between his teeth like he's disappointed.

"Bang Chaaan," the voices start to taunt from behind, absorbing you back into their fold. Hands land on his shoulders, shaking him, while Seungmin points and laughs in that annoying way he's so good at. "Rich Chan. Park Chan. Buy me a house, Chan."

Between their milling bodies as you return to your seats, you catch his eye again - and the secret, sly grin he saves just for you as you pass by. You narrow your eyes in return, just long enough for him to see, and then settle back into your place next to Changbin, trying to figure out what he did and why he would do that. You're still thinking about it twenty minutes later, when your drinks arrive and he shoves a tea into your hand, and ten minutes after that when you give the camera your ending ment and the livestream finishes, and even after that when he disappears downstairs to his studio and you wander off to your own chores, elsewhere in the building.

At least the tea tastes good, sweet on your tongue even after you've finished it.

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༆THE LAST WOMAN ON EARTH ☢︎︎- ➪enhypen ot7 x fem reader

SYNOPSIS: Moving to South Korea at just 20 years old to study medicine was something that made you extremely proud. You had so many plans for the future, but it seems that fate doesn't want the same for you. Overnight, a virus that affects only women spreads throughout the world, causing all the women in the world to die in a matter of weeks. You were the only one left standing, the problem? Nobody knew, only you. As time passed, you managed to survive this post-apocalyptic world, where you had to hide from men because if someone knew that a woman still existed, everything would go to hell for you. You didn't expect seven strangers to break into your house in the middle of the night and you didn't expect what was going to happen next either.

Word count: 4360

Pairing: enhypen! x fem!reader

Genre: Suspense, death, dystopian, post-apocalyptic world, angst, too much drama, slow burn, smut as the chapters go by (mdni), fluff, Possessiveness, jealousy, fights, toxicity, lots of love (I know, it sounds contradictory) enhypen are complete losers for the reader in the best way, strangers to lovers and other things that may happen later

Warnings!⚠️: Death, loss of loved ones, use of weapons, depression and anxiety problems, mentions of suicide, survival, vulgar and sometimes offensive language, graphic descriptions of traumatic events. If you are sensitive, don't read it for your own good. Rader is a little mean to the boys in this chap, but she's just defending herself! everyone is of legal age!! Heeseung is 26, Jay, Jake and Sunghoon are 25, Sunoo is 23, Jungwon is 22 and Ni-ki is 21.

Status: ongoing (16-01-2025 -)

Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction, everything came out of my head, the personality of the characters are not real and do not represent them in real life in any way, any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. Everyone is of legal age in this universe. English is not my first language so you will probably find spelling mistakes.

Hii beautiful people!! I'm finally back with the second chap of this story! It took me longer than the first one, sorry for the delay! hope you enjoy it a lot! You would help me a lot by liking, reblogging and commenting! Without further ado, thank you very much and enjoy!

CHAPTER I: "Disaster"

CHAPTER II: "Loneliness"

more under the cut ☟︎︎︎

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... that sound definitely wasn't the rain....

Your senses were sharpened to the maximum again, your hand gripping your weapon tightly and securing it close to your body. Your heart and breathing seemed to be in a race to see which one was faster, but you could be sure that your heart was the winner, as you could literally feel it pounding in your ears. Your throat suddenly felt tight and dry, nerves and anxiety on edge, you tried to swallow to moisten it, but your attempts were futile. You could feel tears stinging your eyes from the desperation you felt.

"Holy shit..." your voice was barely a whisper as you tried to process what was happening. You tried to calm yourself and sharpen your hearing so you knew how many men you were up against. Your room suddenly seemed suffocating and tiny, you felt the bubbling of a panic attack in your chest, you felt like you were going to die, your mind kept telling you that your minutes were numbered. You started to shake as one shudder after another went through your body like lightning, it was desperate and terrifying. You quietly climbed down from your bed and approached the door of your room on tiptoe. You wanted to listen better, because despite your fear, dying was not an option, not after surviving for so long. Breathing shakily, you leaned your ear against the door of your room, trying to catch a sound. Fuck, you had no idea what to do, fear made your legs shake slightly.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, the intruders were breathing heavily and panting, a sign that they had been running. Their clothes were soaked from the heavy storm outside, so the floor was filled with small puddles of water and some mud "Fuck, that was close..." one of them said, trying to catch his breath, putting a hand on his chest, feeling the strong beating of his heart as he leaned against the front door, holding it shut.

How stupid you were. In the midst of crying for your mother, you'd forgotten the most important thing: securing the fucking front door of your house.

"It was all Jake and Ni-ki's fault, we almost got caught by the police!" another voice shouted, pointing at the named ones who looked at him with a mixture of indignation and disbelief, while the first boy who had spoken looked at him with wide eyes, signaling him to shut up.

"Excuse me? no no, no way, it's not our fault, no one forced you to come with us Jay..." another of the voices said with a distinctive accent, his words tinged with contempt "And try not to scream, the police might still be around.." Jay frowned and approached this one with indignant steps "Don't be an idiot Jake, we can't let you go off alone in the middle of the night, you know crime has risen too much in the last few years, there's a reason the government declared a curfew after midnight, fuck..." his voice sounded frustrated as he looked at him seriously. "'You're a grown man, you should have a little more conscience, you both could have been killed..." he said this time with more seriousness and concern, scolding him firmly in a whisper. The weight of his words hung in the air.

Definitely none of them wanted to die, let alone go to jail, Jay was right, they couldn't just leave in the middle of the night and put themselves in danger and worry the rest of the group. It was a miracle they had found this house, a few more minutes and the police would have caught them.

"Well, sorry, it was my idea Jay Hyung..." another deeper voice said as he scratched his neck a little embarrassed and looked at the elder "Anyway, we're all fine," he said this time with a little cheeky but guilty smile trying to break the tense moment.

A sigh was heard, followed by another clear voice. "It's okay Ni-ki, make sure you don't do it again please..." he asked firmly but at the same time calmly as he looked at the one named and also at Jake who nodded silently, feeling a little guilty, he had quite a bit of leadership in his voice. Ni-ki nodded, "Okay, Jungwon Hyung..." Ni-ki's deep voice hung in the cold air of the house as Jungwon sighed again.

The house was silent for a few seconds as the boys looked around and surveyed the place, ignoring the fact that they were freezing to death from the water that had fallen on them in the middle of winter. And it had occurred to Ni-ki that it would be fun to leave (escape) from where they lived at three in the morning, Jake saw him trying to leave and joined him on the pretext that he "couldn't let him go alone because it was too dangerous", which brought them all here.

Ni-ki was the youngest of the group, which of course made him the most rebellious, and someone like that always needed an accomplice, which was Jake most of the time, which led to both of them getting into trouble quite often.

"It's a nice house...strange that it's abandoned..." another voice, different from the others, a little softer, broke the silence, praising the architecture of the place, your place. And it was true, it was a huge house, with a modern vintage style. Another of the boys nodded in agreement as he shook his head a little, trying to get the water out of his hair, "Yeah, Sunoo's right...it's pretty nice for being abandoned..." The words hung heavy in the air as the boys looked at each other, seemingly searching for answers, there seemed to be an immediate understanding between them as the named one nodded and the seven began to explore the living room, their steps cautious in the new suspicion that someone already lived in the house. Even though it seemed empty, they had to make sure they were out of danger.

On the second floor, you had managed to identify seven voices from your room, where you were still trying to calm down. So they were being chased by the police for breaking the curfew, tsk...men. Your breathing was still fast, but as you listened to their conversations, you managed to calm down a bit, knowing that because of their actions, it wouldn't be very difficult to deal with them.......

or so you thought

You could hear them walking around your living room and decided that you needed to listen more closely, their voices were a little muffled by the distance. You were about to open your bedroom door slightly, but what sounded like something falling to the floor startled you slightly as your free hand instinctively grabbed the doorknob, as if holding on to it would somehow protect you from them.

"Shit..." cursed the voice of one of the guys whose name you hadn't heard yet, furrowing his brow slightly "Pfff...what an idiot, Heeseung Hyung..." Ni-ki said, letting out a laugh as he sneered at the older one, watching as he crashed into a nearby shelf, causing a ceramic jug to fall and shatter into several pieces on the floor.

Heeseung turned his head to look at Ni-ki with narrowed eyes, "Aish...hey, what a brat...i can't see..." mild annoyance ran through his dramatic voice as he defended himself and pointed at Ni-ki who was still laughing. The other five boys chuckled a little at the amusing situation between the oldest and the youngest of the group. They got along so well, you could hear a certain camaraderie in their voices, as if they had known each other forever "I mean, ....Ni-ki isn't wrong..." the other boy, whose name you didn't know yet, remarked with a slight sideways smile that showed his fangs a little longer than usual, a cute, not-so-usual attraction.

Heeseung looked at him without any amusement on his face, judging him with his eyes. They had this habit of teasing him, not that he really minded, but he was tired, hungry and soaking wet, not in a good mood "Really, Sunghoon, you too?" he shook his head in disapproval as Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders without saying anything else and let out a small chuckle. He was really stressed out too and fuck, the current situation had affected him a lot, he hadn't had pussy in over four fucking years and he fucked so often that he was really going crazy.

Not that he was a pervert (or maybe yes), but he excused himself by saying that "fucking relieved his stress and made him perform better in his daily life"

But he had never experienced falling in love, only one-night stands, just like the other guys. The hope that he could have pussy faded deeper and deeper in the back of his mind, and he resigned himself to settling for his own hand. But he refused to accept that idea, he still had some hope. He didn't just want to fuck, he wanted a woman he could love and who would love him, he wanted to be a good love and he also had a dream of being a father, something that obviously seemed unattainable for Heeseung, in fact it seemed unattainable for the seven men.

They really wanted to fall in love...

In fact, they were all stressed about the lack of pussy.... Even Jungwon and Ni-ki, who were still virgins and had never been able to bury their sad cocks in real pussy, were sexually frustrated. But for Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon and Sunoo, the feeling of being trapped inside a pussy was like nothing else in the world and now they could only remember and even imagine because fuck, four years without sex, it was like being a virgin all over again.

But come on, their hearts needed to be stimulated as much as their cocks.

Jungwon cautiously approached the now non-existent jar on the ground, bowing slightly and examining it, "If someone was here, they would have heard us by now..." he mused with a calm expression. He straightened as he turned to look at the other boys, they were like his family, he had known them for many years and loved them like his brothers.

The only thing that illuminated the living room at the moment was the light from the occasional thunder light that came through the window like a horror movie. It was a huge place, enough for everyone to be comfortable "I think we can either spend the night here or keep the place, after all, the one we had was getting too small for the seven of us..." he looked at them, waiting for a sign of denial, but they all seemed to agree.

It wasn't a bad idea, after all. They were in the middle of the forest, far away from the city, where there was more crime by the way, and the place seemed quite cozy. Besides, if Jungwon said so, it was because it had to be. He always made sure that everyone felt comfortable, even though they often fought like siblings, which was sometimes funny, Jungwon always prioritized everyone's well-being.

"Well, we should look for the bathroom, clothes and blankets, I'm freezing...we could take a bath..." Sunoo spoke for the second time, articulating each of his words with his hands. The boys nodded. A hot shower sounded great after running through the forest in the rain, so much that their legs felt tired.

"Good idea, we should split up, go through the rest of the house and look for the things we need..." fuck no, if they went through the rest of the house they would definitely find you and that couldn't happen, they couldn't find you, so you had no choice but to find them before it was too late.

Sunghoon's voice was full of determination as he explained his idea to the others, who immediately agreed. But before they could take action, you beat them to it for your own good.

"I wouldn't do that if i were you..." Your voice finally echoed through the living room with newfound certainty, causing a sudden hush to fall over the place. Your gun was pressed against the large back of one of the seven boys, who was now undeniably tense, you could tell by the way the muscles in his back were contracting under his clothes. He was tall, blond, and seemed to have well-defined biceps.....

"No, idiot, this is not the time to think about biceps, concentrate" You mentally scolded yourself.

Instinctively, he raised both hands to let you know that he was not going to attack you. His hands were shaking slightly and he was completely stiff as he felt the cold metal of your gun against his back, which, in addition to your distinctly feminine voice, sent shivers down his spine.

From your vantage point, you could see the faces of the other six boys, pale and still as if they had seen a ghost. And no wonder, they must be more confused and shocked than ever. The torrential rain that pounded against the windows and roof was the only thing that filled the deadly silence. It was the first time you had seen people in years, your heart was beating fast in your chest and you couldn't tell if it was from fear or excitement...

or perhaps a mixture of both.

After what seemed like an eternity, one of them tried to move forward, his hair was a deep red, but quickly there was an instant click in your head as you pulled the safety off your gun, making him flinch in place, your survival instinct was at its peak "Take another fucking step and I'll blow your friend's head off..." your voice was cold as was the expression on your face, your breathing rapid, matching that of the guys in front of you who seemed more nervous than you.

Your eyes were still slightly red from crying earlier, and even though you were scared shitless inside, you didn't want to let it show, you didn't want them to notice your weakness. This time you leaned your gun against the back of the blond boy's neck, indicating that you meant business.

Fuck, they couldn't let something go unnoticed, something they thought didn't exist anymore and that they would never see again in their lives, suddenly the reality they lived in took a 180 degree turn when you appeared, you were a woman, fuck, you clearly were, and you stood in front of them and threatened to blow Sunghoon's head off with one shot. It all seemed like a lie, the last four years of their lives began to have an unbearable weight on their backs when they saw you. They began to think they were hallucinating and had to blink several times to process the information. Even so, their throats felt dry and their eyes couldn't take their eyes off you. Sunghoon began to feel impatient, yes, he was scared, but he also wanted to see you, so he gathered all his courage to speak

"M-Miss...we don't want to hurt you..." you idiot, he mentally cursed himself for stuttering slightly and scrunched up his face in an expression that clearly said 'I screwed up', he who never hesitated in front of any woman had just done it with you, which left his ego a little bruised, but he didn't care.

You clenched your jaw as you heard him speak, pressing the gun harder against his head, making him tense up even more, if that was possible, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...really, we don't mean any har-..."

Pathetic, he begged pathetically, but a mixture of fear and emotion controlled him at that moment, he couldn't control it.

"Shut up...you talk too much for someone who is being targeted..." your voice was cutting and harsh, making it clear that there was no room for discussion in your words, making Sunghoon shut up immediately as he nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly.

You had to find a way to control the situation, no matter what. You grabbed the boy's soaked shirt from behind and pushed him down, "Get on your knees..." you ordered firmly and he obeyed immediately, kneeling on the ground, you don't have many options when you have a gun pointed at you, making it so that everyone could see you better now. You didn't mean to be so rude, but you couldn't trust them, not yet, "You too, idiots, what are you waiting for?"

Yes, maybe you were too harsh, but you had to guarantee your survival first and foremost.

With the seven men now kneeling on the floor in front of you, you sighed and thought about what to do next. You weren't going to kill them, you weren't that kind of person, even if it gave them a free hand to hurt you, you just weren't that kind of person. But letting them go wasn't an option either, what were you going to do, stay with them? you didn't know them, the most you knew was their names and from the way they looked, they were all around your age.

"Are you really a woman?" the voice of one of them broke through your cloud of thoughts. Oh God, you didn't think they were that stupid, he really just asked you that?

You raised your eyes to look at the boy who had spoken, your brow was clearly furrowed, he had some blue strands in his black hair "Jay, shut up for God's sake," Heeseung spoke softly, clearly scolding him, really, he couldn't believe his friend had asked that. But he didn't blame him, he was just as or even more stunned than Jay by your presence, which made him move slightly in his place, not wanting to alert you, he really couldn't believe his eyes either, actually none of them could.

While you thought intently without saying a word, your gun still rested on Sunghoon's head. You bit your lower lip, trying to think of a quick solution, but damn, this was clearly going to take a long time. A sigh left your lips, you were sleepy, your body was aching and your head was going a mile a second, which made your mental situation difficult as well as putting your thoughts in order. In addition, you couldn't see much because there was no light and everyone's eyes were on you, which inevitably made you a little nervous.

Meanwhile, the boys' minds were no better off than yours, still trying to process that you actually exist and are not a figment of their imagination.

Hell, they even wanted, no, they had to be in Sunghoon's place. Just knowing that you were a woman got them going, but what about your assertive dominance? The way you had brought Sunghoon, who was probably one of the strongest in the group, to his knees with a simple command from your lips was fucking attractive.

The tension in the air was thick, not only because they were threatened at gunpoint, but also because there was an undeniable sexual attraction and tension between you and them. It was impossible to control, something instantaneous that left them with their breath caught in their throats and their cocks already half hardened in their pants, including Sunghoon himself. They didn't want to look like dogs in heat or perverts, they didn't want to scare you and make you think badly of them, but it was something that was simply out of their hands.

The cold they had felt from being soaked earlier vanished at a ridiculous speed and was replaced by warmth. Their faces were slightly flushed and now that they knew you were real, they couldn't help but imagine a lot of situations in their twisted minds, but damn, besides being hard, you were beautiful, a temptation at a glance that made them clench their thighs as their erections went wild.

Sunghoon, who was closest to you, was the most affected, he could even smell your scent, so soft and delicate, the scent of a woman. He stopped himself from inhaling your precious scent with all his might, forgetting that the tip of a gun was pressed against his head.

Jungwon cleared his throat, trying to find his voice in your presence, which was quite strong, "Miss, please..don't hurt us... we can just go and..." a dry laugh came out of your throat as you looked at him with narrowed eyes, cutting off his words, "Sure, I'll let you go so you can shout that you found a woman all over Seoul..." Your words were clearly sarcastic, rejecting his suggestion outright, making Jungwon quickly shake his head in an attempt to contradict you, but your gaze was enough to make him stop trying.

"Then you'll have to let us stay here..." the rational sense of Heeseung had left his head when he dared to say those words with a tone of boldness and obviousness as he looked at you with slightly half-closed eyelids, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

It infuriated you, how could he be so arrogant when you could literally kill him at any moment? You looked at him as you let go of Sunghoon and approached him with quickened steps. You grabbed his jaw with one of your hands and roughly lifted his face to look into his eyes while resting your gun on his forehead. Your eyes betrayed your anger, but he seemed too relaxed for his own good, "You better shut the fuck up, because if you don't..." the asshole didn't let you finish as he blatantly interrupted you, "If I don't, what?..." he dared you, not only with his voice, but also with his eyes.

How fucking dare he?

"You're not going to kill us..." he said, his fucking grin getting bigger and bigger, "if you wanted to, we'd all be dead by now from the moment you walked into this room, precious..."

Oh fuck, he couldn't be that fucking arrogant, but he was right, you wouldn't kill them and you hated that he could read you so easily without even knowing you.

You clenched your jaw, wanting to break his ridiculously attractive face, because that was one little detail you hadn't been able to overlook, they were all fucking attractive, but you couldn't afford to think about that when your top priority had to be keeping yourself safe.

You clenched his jaw with your hand, your fingers digging lightly into his skin, causing a small sigh to leave his lips, "You're right, i may not want to kill you...but I'll blow your fucking balls off if you keep spitting shit..." this time he didn't dare interrupt you, instead he seemed to be lost in limbo. His gaze was fixed on your lips as you spoke each word with furious determination....

Fuck, you had fire in you

The formula was simple: danger equals adrenaline, adrenaline equals thrill, and thrill equals arousal. There was no other way to explain why they enjoyed danger so much.

The others were waiting for the scene to unfold in front of them.

So you weren't going to kill them. A relief settled in their chests when they realized that you weren't a bad person, you were just defensive, which was completely normal when seven intruders enter your house in the middle of the night. Jungwon had quickly understood and realized that Heeseung had been the first to notice, that's why he dared to talk to you like that. Now the group was less tense, they trusted their oldest member, they knew that Heeseung wouldn't risk doing something he wasn't completely sure about.

"All right, no need for anyone to get hurt, miss..." Jungwon interrupted what seemed to be a dueling stare between Heeseung and you, his words a little more confident now that Heeseung had taken it upon himself to break through the layer of harsher tension, but still he was being cautious.

Your eyes didn't leave Heeseung's and you didn't take the gun away from his head either, but his words echoed in your head and honestly, you didn't have much of a choice. Curiosity bubbled in your chest, you wondered what to do, you had been alone too long, you remembered nights when you couldn't sleep because you were so scared. Maybe letting them stay was your best option, you knew you were the last woman on earth, you were sure that if you asked them to do something, they would do it without hesitation and maybe they could protect you. Bring you out of your state of loneliness, which seemed to grow with time.

The boys' knees were starting to hurt from kneeling for so long, but the tense situation in the living room was too tense for any of them to try to make a move. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen, including you.

A sigh escaped your lips when you realized that you would have no choice but to let them stay here, but if that was going to happen, it would be under your own rules. You didn't want to be alone anymore, which didn't mean that you were going to blindly trust them overnight, because trust was a luxury you could pay dearly for if you decided to put all your cards on the table.

You let go of Heeseung's face and slowly lowered your gun, your gaze, still quite hard, shifting from him to the other guys as you took your time to study their expressions.

"Alright..I'll let you all stay..." you finally declared and your words were an immediate comfort to the seven men in front of you, but before any of them could say anything you continued "But..." you fell silent for a few seconds, letting the anticipation fill the air "if any of you do anything stupid, i swear...

i will kill you..."

CHAPTER III: "Trust Issues"

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Quadrant Racers

Nearly 19k 2 part series

Summary— Max Fewtrells sister was Lando’s teammate at McLaren before her move to RedBull, but she’s still close to Lando and a part of quadrant, so what happens when Max wins a bet that they set on Lando?

Warnings— First Person POV (I, me, us, we) ; confident reader ; mention of broken wrist ; angst ; mention of Max’s racing career ; awkward Lando ; Oscar!Ex ; mentions of abusive ex ; panic attacks ; anxiety ; forced proximity

A/N— hey! So I hit the maximum text block for this one. It HAS to be a two parts.

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Growing up I was always in and around go karts, now I’m in and around Formula One cars. I made it to Formula One, but with a few downsides. My brother dropped from Formula Two. I was super devastated, but his mental health was declining quickly.

He runs a company with his best friend, Lando Norris and a few other friends. Lando is in F1 with me though, so he makes appearances every now and then. I do as well, when we have the time.

During the winter break, my brother wanted me and Lando to do shoots with him for the channel so we agreed. We fly out from Monaco to him and the rest of Quadrant. When we arrive we go to his house. I take my stay in the guest bed while Lando takes the couch.

“Do you want the room?” I ask, realizing I just took the room without negotiating with them.

“No, no.” Lando says. “I’ll live for a few days on the couch.”

“It’s not like you have choice mate.” Max laughed. “She was just being nice, she wouldn’t have given the room up.”

“Oh shut it.” I say. “If you want the room, have it.”

“I feel like there’s a bigger argument here.” He said. “I’ll stick to the couch.”

“No argument, a bet maybe.” I say. “Max will go above and beyond with bets he can’t win.”

“Yeah? Like you’re any better.” Max mocked.

“Technically-“

“There is no technically you failed.” He cut me off. “Deadline was the last race.”

“Deadline for what?” Lando asked, laughing slightly.

“Oh nothing, just the bet we set in May.”

“Max!” I say. “He isn’t interested, that’s not fair!” Lando is severely confused now.

“I gave you information that says otherwise.” Max says. “Don’t give me that bull.”

“What if I can do it by the end of this week?” I say. “Up the ante a bit.”

“To what?” He asked.

“Paddock pass to Vegas next season, if I lose.” I say. “If you win though, hmmm Lando give me ideas.”

“Oh no, I’m not getting involved.” He said.

“I get your Vegas helmet.” Max said.

“You muppet.” I laugh. “Deal, shake on it.” We shake hands and I immediately take action to win the bet. “Lando, do you like me?”

“Woah!” He said. “That was the bet?!”

“Choose wisely, a paddock pass and a Vegas helmet are on the line.” Max says.

“I need to know the bet exactly.” Lando says.

“Ehhh no.” I say. “Answer truthfully and we’ll tell you.” I say. Max knows Lando too well to know when he’s lying.

“This is gonna be awkward.” Max said.

“Yes, I like you.” Lando said, laughing afterward.

“You dimwit, she means like date her not in general.” Max said, knocking Lando on the side of his head.

“Yes!” Lando said. “I do, I’ve told you this!”

“Oh come on!!” I say. “I owe you a paddock pass.”

“Thanks mate.” Max said to Lando. “Well on with filming.”

“What?” Lando said.

We go and film the video. It was a kart race between a few of our friends and us. The twist was we had the worst karts. So it was basically Lando and I racing. We do a ‘quali’ lap and I get first.

“Pole position Fewtrell, how do you feel.” Max asked me.

“I could’ve done better to be honest.” I say.

“Aren’t you a bundle of joy.” Ethan said. “I got 4th.”

“It’s my interview, go away.” I say.

“Alright well, that was quali!” Max said dialing down the tension. Ethan and I never really got along well. We move the karts and do the line up. Somehow Lando ended up 3rd.

“I’m gonna win this dude.” I say before we get in the karts.

“Don’t be too cocky just yet.” Lando said.

“How can I be cocky without one?” I ask.

They laugh and we get back in the karts. We race and Lando catches up with me. I drift the last corner and win the race with +.154 seconds on Lando.

“Told you!” I yell. We get out the karts and Max interviews us.

“P1!” He said. “That’s new for you isn’t it?”

I punch his arm and we start fighting on the grass, wrestling until he wins and I tap out. “It wasn’t easy.” I say when I’m back up.

“How did she just go from wrestling you, to talking like nothing happened?” Niran asked.

“Shut up- ummm.” I say and laugh. Lando walks up and challenges me. “Oh I’m not doing that.” I laugh more, blushing.

“Scared I’ll mess up your racing skills?” Lando asked. “Don’t worry I have to worry about mine.”

He continued to push me and I finally give in holding his hands pushing him back. “Here we go again.” Max said.

I end up wrestling Lando in the grass, able to pin him down. I straddle him and he taps out looking to the camera. “You’re cutting that out.” He said out of breath.

“Keep it in, shows he’s only good at driving.” I say winking and getting off his lap. “Fuck I’m tired.”

“Anyway, can I interview you now?” Max asked. “Are you done wrestling people?”

“Idk are you gonna lose the attitude Maxie?”

“Maxie!” Lando said and laughed.

“I’m skipping your interview now.” He said.

He did everyone elses interview and leaves me out. I lay on the grass and chill out. “Come on, let’s go.” Lando says.

“I’m comfortable.” I say.

“Comfortable?” He asked. “It’s fucking freezing.”

“Don’t remind me you muppet.” I say getting up. We head back to Max’s house and I change. I put on pajama pants and a big McLaren hoodie. “What’s for dinner?”

“Food perhaps.” Max mocked.

“I made a reservation at- what are you wearing?” Lando said, looking over mid sentence.

“Clothes you muppet.” I say.

“You’re a Red Bull driver, take that off.” Max said.

“God forbid I wear my previous teams merch.” I say. “Reservations where?”

“He made a reservation to take you out, idiot.” Max said walking past.

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want.” He said with mock sarcasm.

“I can go change Lando, I just wanted to wear something comfortable.”

“De Terra.” He said. “It’s in 2 hours, so if you want to go get ready…”

“I will.” I say. I go back to the guest room and pick an outfit. I grab my makeup and start when Max walks in. He sits on the bed while I do my makeup. “What’s up?”

“Please don’t rush this one.” He said. “I don’t want you getting hurt again.”

“I won’t, what happened with Oscar was just-.” I say. “He wanted my spot and thought getting closer to me would help that.”

“Yeah well, he broke your heart in the process.”

“I don’t think Lando wants my f1 spot.” I say. I start doing my hair, curling it. I’m slightly rushing, it’s been around 45 minutes. “Besides if I didn’t like Lando like that, I would’ve- FUCK!”

“What?” Max asked, jumping from the bed. I put the curling iron down and jump up and down. “What did you do?”

“I burned my finger, holy fuck it hurts!”

“Oh, stop yelling at me!” He said. “I’ll get you ice.”

“Owwww!!” I say shaking my hand around. Max returns with ice and puts it on my finger. “That hurts!” I yell at him.

“Well no shit, you burned your skin off!”

“Shut up.” I say. I finish curling my hair and put a bandaid on my finger. I get dressed once max leaves the room.

I put on fleece lined leggings, an oversized tan sweater dress and bootie heels. I go back to the main room and Lando is wearing khakis with a leather belt, and a black crewneck. His gold watch and a dainty golden chain. We unintentionally match.

“You look stunning.” He said. I blush and giggle.

“You look good too, we’re matching.” I say still giggling. “How are we getting there?”

“Max offered to bring us, London traffic and all.” He giggled.

“Understandable, where is Max?” I ask unamused by my brothers absence. “Wanking off I presume.”

“I’m right here, shut your trap.” He said walking from the kitchen. “Let’s go.”

We follow Max to his garage and he unlocked his car. Lando opens the rear door and I get in thanking him. He gets in on the other side.

Max drives us to the restaurant and same thing, Lando opens my door for me. He stands in front of me so I don’t flash anyone. There are a few fans. Paparazzi are crazy as well. We get into the restaurant and sit down. It’s a small, niche restaurant.

“What are we starting off with to drink?” Our waiter asked. I glance at Lando.

“Can I get a glass of water?” I say.

“I’ll just do a water as well.” Lando said.

The waiter walks off and we look at the menu. We get our drinks and then order our food.

“What was the full bet, if I may ask?” Lando started.

“Well, Max told me you liked me.” I say. “So I bet that if you did, I’d give him a prize and he bet that if you didn’t he’d pick a prize.”

“Well, why did you choose the losing side?” He laughed. “You had proof, you could’ve won easily.”

“Who knows?” I laugh. “Truth be told, I really want Max in Vegas.”

“Really?” He asked.

“I mean he goes to races, but not the fun ones.” I say. “Plus he’s never had fun after races.”

“That’s true, does he know how to though?”

“I’m sure he does, Vegas will prove that.” I giggle. “It’s also a heads up not to do bad, so we can celebrate.”

“Well, I never plan on doing bad.” He said. “If McLaren keeps this strategy up, I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah?” I say. “How’s Andrea?”

“Oh shut it.” He giggled. “His strategies have improved to say the least.”

“That’s good!” I say. “He didn’t like me much though.”

“I think he’s just sexist.” Lando laughed. “He doesn’t treat Oscar that way.”

“Yeah well.” I say. “Oscar is good at manipulation.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I went through a year of it yeah.” I say. “He wanted my spot.”

“Really?” He said. “Max never told me that.”

“Yeah, he’s the only person I told.” I say. “Not to say Oscar is a bad person, but he used me for an F1 spot.”

“Oh wow, I never thought that of him.”

“That was over a year ago now.” I say. “Max is worried about me dating, so he kept deferring me.”

“I’ve noticed that.” He said. “Max seems very protective of you.”

“Older brother at his finest.” I say. “I admire it though, he wants what’s best for me.”

“Yeah, he knows how it feels to be in dark places.” Lando said. “No harm in trying to protect you from that.”

“He gives good advice on it too.” I mention. “He can comfort me, but not having him at races is hard.”

“I bet, I’m sure he’d answer if you called.” Lando said.

“Yeah, although I don’t think he wants a call from his sister at 3 am having a panic attack.” I laugh slightly. Lando used to calm me down before races.

“I’m sure it’s gotten better, no?” He asked.

“A bit, but I still have them every other race.” I say. “Verstappen is good at calming me down.”

“Max? Really?”

“Yeah, he acts like a brother to me.” I say.

“I mean you’re only 23.” He said. “I’m sure it’ll go away.”

“I’m hoping on that, but only time will tell.”

We get our food and eat. The food was amazing. I text Max that we’re almost done and he says he’s on his way. We get dessert and share.

Lando pays and we head out to Max’s car. We get in and laugh. “What’s funny?” Max asked.

“The paparazzi and fans.” I giggle.

“Mate they’re going wild.” Lando said. “Asking us about other people, as if we weren’t on a date.” I put my face in my hands and laugh more.

“At least we know the headlines won’t be speculation of us dating.” I laugh.

“Right?” Lando laughed.

We get back to the house and I go to the guest room, taking off my makeup. Max comes in and sits on the bed. “How’d it go?”

I blush and smile at him. “Stop!!!” I say throwing my brush at him. “It was good.”

“I don’t want you rushing, you know that.” He said.

“I know I know, but I really like him.” I say blushing harder.

“Understood, I’m telling him the same things.” He said. “If he breaks your heart, I’ll break his trophy’s.”

“He won’t break my heart, Max.” I say. “He might steal it though.”

He rolls his eyes and leaves, closing the door. I go to lock it and the doorknob turns. It’s Lando.

“Oh hey.” I say.

“You still haven’t changed?” He asked. He’s wearing pajama pants and a long sleeve shirt.

“I was about to!” I laugh. “But my doorknob turned and here you are.”

“I’m sorry!” He said, surprised. “I didn’t know that, Max walked out I figured you were-“

“It’s okay!” I say. “I’m joking with you.”

“Okay.” He said. “Maxie wants to do a movie night.” He mocked my nickname for Max.

“Okay, let me get changed first, and I’ll head out there.” I say. He leaves the room and I actually lock the door. I put on fleece pajama pants, a quadrant hoodie that’s a few sizes too big and fleece socks. I walk out and see them lounging on the couch. “What are we watching?”

“Uhhh I don’t know what do you want to watch?” Max asked. “Not cars.”

“Well then guess I’ll go back to my room.” I say acting like I’m leaving. “I’m kidding, what else is there to watch?”

“Why can’t we watch cars?” Lando asked.

“Mate, she’s obsessed.” Max said.

“What?” Lando asked laughing.

“Come on Fernando literally voiced in cars 3!” I say like an excited child.

“What?!” Lando said, like I just blew his mind. “Since when?!”

“In the Spanish version, Hamilton voices in 2 and 3.” I say. “Seb is in the German and Italian version, Schumacher is in the second one too, you’re telling me you didn’t know this?!”

“She’s fucking with me right?” He asked Max.

“No you muppet, how did you not know that?”

“Dude, now we have to watch cars.” Lando said.

“Yay!!” I say and jump in the middle of them. “1, 2, or 3?”

“2 is my favorite.” Max said.

“You’re boring.” I say. “The third one is the best.”

“I’ve never watched any.” Lando says. Max and I both look at him like he flashed us.

“We’re watching all three.” I say to Max.

“Fuck yeah we are.” Max said.

I get up and to grab a blanket, but Lando had other plans and pulled me back to the couch. He covered me in his and I cuddled to his chest, blushing while Max starts the movie.

We get to the second movie and talk about the first one. “Classic, but I like the third one.”

“It’s literally the same thing.” Max says.

“You muppet, you just spoiled it.” Lando said.

“Not really, it’s different I promise.” I say. “The second is way different than them though.”

“Second one is- oh shut up.” Max said.

We start the second movie and I feel myself drifting to sleep. We get to Hamilton’s part and I’m no longer drifting off. “Look! It’s Hamilton!” I say pointing.

“Wait, why does Francisco look like an f1 car and the others don’t?” Lando asked.

“I don’t know, but did you hear Hamilton’s part?”

“Yes I heard it.” He said smiling at me. I go back to drifting to sleep. His chest is so warm and his arm wrapped around me was comforting. I fall asleep.

They wake me up on the third movies credits. “Hmm?” I hum waking up.

“The movies are over.” Lando whispered. “You fell asleep.” He giggled a bit.

“Because you’re comfortable to lay on.” I mumble. “I don’t wanna move.”

“My bed is the couch, I don’t mind.” He said.

I hear him and Max talking for a bit then the light go out. He moves to lay down, moving me to lay on top of him. His arms rest on my back, like he’s hugging me. I sink into a deep sleep.

I wake up next to him, halfway on his chest. He isn’t awake yet, so I assume it’s early. I look around for a clock and the tv has one. It’s 7:30am. I go back to sleep. He wakes me up 2 hours later.

“Morning.” He said yawning.

“Morning.” I say, getting more comfortable, if possible.

“Don’t get more comfortable, Max will be up any minute.” He said shaking me a little.

“It should be illegal for you to be this comfy.” I say. “You’re like a cloud.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He giggled. “I think we’re doing another shoot for quadrant today.” He said.

“Again? What for?” I whine.

“Well, I have to film while I’m here.” He laughed. “It’s a sim racing video.”

“Well this’ll be fun.” I laugh slightly. “I’m tired, and comfortable though.”

“Yes, but Ethan and Niran will be here any minute.” He said.

“Are you embarrassed to have a hot f1 driver on your chest?”

“No, I’m scared they’ll make fun of me, or get drunk and say it on stream.” He laughed.

“Fine, but you owe me big time.” I say sitting up finally.

We both get up, I go to my room getting ready. I do light makeup and fix my god awful hair. Then I put on fleece lined leggings and an oversized sweater and still have my fleece socks still on.

I go back to the living room where Lando is also dressed now. His hair is no longer a mop. He’s wearing thick cargo pants with a hoodie and thick flannel over top. Max is up, but still in pajamas.

“Tea?” He asked.

“Please.” I say, walking to the kitchen.

I pick out a tea and he makes it for me. I put some milk in with honey and drink it. “Did he just make you tea?” Lando asked.

“Yeah, why?” I ask.

“She’s my little sister, of course I made her tea.” Max said.

“You didn’t make my tea.”

“You aren’t my sister idiot.”

“I get princess treatment.” I smile.

“Not if you’re gonna be cocky about it.” Max said.

“That’s next level.” Lando said. “You’re spoiling her and not me.” He shakes his head.

“You’re telling me, you wouldn’t make your little sister tea after she flew from Monaco out to your house?”

“No I would, but if my mate also went I’d make him some as well.”

“You’re fully capable of making your own.” Max said. “Come on mate.”

“Whatever.” Lando says jokingly.

Ethan and Niran arrive, I roll my eyes at them. “What’s her deal?” Ethan asked.

“What do you mean?” Max asked.

“She rolled her eyes at us.” Niran said holding an arm out in my direction.

“Dude we just woke up.” Max said. “Get off it.”

Max is the king of ignoring my blatant attitude towards them. To be fair, I just never liked them. If I could pick any guys other than them I would.

They talk for a bit and then Max sets up the simulator. I get in first. Adjusting the settings to how it would feel in a real car, or at least the closest. Max picked the track, which was Monaco.

“Oh come on.” I say. “Monaco really?”

“You need to learn not to hit every wall possible.” He said.

“I do not hit every-“ I stop myself. Lando laughs. “Shut up.”

I do a slow warm up lap and hit no walls. The next lap was timed so I sped up. I hit like one wall, not even hitting it, just tapping it.

“Mate, no walls!” Max said.

“You drive an F1 car on this godforsaken track Max!” I say heated. “It isn’t as easy as in the F2 cars.”

“I don’t hit walls often.” Lando said, he’s not even paying attention. He’s playing on his phone. “You just need to go a bit slower.”

“And what? Let Verstappen pass me?” I scoff. “I’ll take the wall risk.”

“You’re doing better!” Max said. “No kissed walls.”

“Oh that’s because it isn’t a McLaren.” I laugh.

“Tell that to your RB20.” He said. I always crash out or hit walls at Monaco. Last year it was bad. I acted like it was fine but it really did hit me when he said that.

“Just be quiet.” I mumble. I tried to keep racing but then when I passed the corner I crashed at, I paused the game and left the room. He called after me but I ignored him. I go to my room and lock the door. I lay in the bed and go on my phone. Not upset but just mad.

A few hours go by and there’s a knock on my door. I ignore it. “Sis, come on I was joking.” Max said. I ignore him again. It is now I realize he has a key to this room. I get up and unlock the door opening it. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah whatever, what do you want?” I ask.

“They want to go out for lunch.” He said. “Did you want to come?”

“No.” I say. “I’m not hungry.”

“Come on seriously.” He basically whined. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’ll go to lunch I guess.” I sigh. Once he starts whining it takes a while to get him to leave me alone. I put on shoes and grab my purse. They take two cars, Max driving one and Lando driving another. Ethan and Niran went with Max while I went with Lando. They didn’t seem bothered by it, considering we were teammates.

“Did his Monaco comment really upset you?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I say.

“Come on, don’t be dry with me.” He said.

“I’m sure he saw the race, and I told him how fucked up I was after.” I say. “I just- I’d rather forget about it.”

“He didn’t have any ill intent.” Lando said. “He was messing around for the bit.”

“I still don’t care.” I say. “My hand is still fucked up.”

“That’s why Liam drove 3 races for you.” He said. “Your trainer cleared you, the doctors cleared you.”

“That doesn’t mean I have my full potential back Lando.” I start raising my voice. “Max of all people knows that, that could’ve been 3 podiums for the team.”

“Okay, okay, no need to start yelling at me.” He said placing a hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down to comfort me. “I understand it was a hard time, but Max was just trying to make you laugh.” He said soothingly.

“Whatever.” I sigh. “I’m still pissed about it.”

We get to the restaurant and get out. We’re seated fairly quickly. I sit in between Max and Lando. I fuck around with the straw paper and then play on my phone. “Why did we bring her if she’s just going to nod off?” Ethan asked. I look up innocent, knowing he’s talking about me.

“I mean, I can leave.” I say, almost clueless.

“No, you aren’t leaving.” Lando said. “Ethan why are you so rude?”

“Well I mean, I’ve got a point don’t I?”

“Dude just drop it.” Niran said. “She’s here and she’s Max’s sister.”

“Why can’t I leave again?” I ask Lando. He looks at me, then at Ethan, and then grabs my neck pulling me in for a kiss.

“That’s why.” He said, giggling a bit to him self. “She’s not only tied to Max now.”

I giggle and sit back in my chair blushing. Ethan shut up and Niran was still in shock. Max was looking at us as if it was planned to piss him off. “What?” I ask smiling uncontrollably.

“We’re in public.” He said. “Someone could’ve videoed that.”

“Let them.” Lando smiled. “We’ll talk more later.”

After lunch we get in the cars and all agreed to go shopping for a little. I ride with Lando, which is now suspicious to them. “You really kissed me in front of all three of them.” I say in disbelief.

“And I would happily do it again.” He laughed. “I’ve liked you since last season.” He said. “I’m gonna blindly assume you liked me.”

“Oh I’ve liked you since I broke up with Oscar.” I scoff. “Max knew that, he ratted you out so I’d make a move.”

“What a muppet.” He laughed. “Technically you still did.”

“Nooo, I asked if you like liked me and then you brought me on a date.”

“True.” He said as he pulled into the shopping center lot. We find where Max parked and park nearby. “Let’s not make a scene here, or your brother will kill me tonight.”

“No promises pretty boy.” I joke. We get out the car and head towards the entrance. “Oh you know what I need?” I perk up. “I need new heels.”

“Heels for what?” Max asked. “The paddock?”

“Yeah, heels make me look taller and badass.” I say. “Hence the fact I need heels.”

“The paddock is full of cracks, you’re gonna break an ankle.” Lando says.

“Fine, then nicer shoes than what I have, preferably wedges.” I say.

“That’s more like it.” Max said. We go to a fancy shoe store and I tell the lady exactly what kind of shoes I’m looking for. I start trying on shoes when I realize Max, Ethan, and Niran aren’t in the store anymore.

“What’s wrong love?” Lando asked, seeing me look around.

“Where are the other boys?” I ask. “Were they that bored?”

“Well Ethan and Niran have a Complex against you and Max didn’t want to hear it so they went to another store.” He smiled.

“I’m glad you stayed behind.” I say smiling. “Although I think you should spend time with them, they are your friends too and Max always sees them.”

“Yeah well, It was Max’s idea they leave and I told them I was staying.” He said.

“Ok what do we think about these?” I ask standing up in tan with light pink strapped wedges. “I personally love them.”

“You look too tall.” He said. “They are cute though.”

“I’m just too tall for you.” I say. “These are only what, 2 inches?”

“That makes a difference love.” He laughed.

“That makes me 5’6!” I laugh. “Is that too tall for you?”

“No, but I’d prefer you to be shorter.” He joked. “Can you please try on the Nikes?” He asked pointing to the stack of shoe boxes I picked.

“Yes, I will.” I say. “After you approve the wedges.”

“They’re nice, versatile, and make you tall.” He said. “Buy them.”

“Yay! Now I can try on the Nikes.” I say, I swap the shoes and put on the bubblegum accented shoes. “Ouu I like these.” I say.

“Damn they look good.” He said. “I think if anyone can pull off that pink, it’s you.”

“Why thank you, and I think I don’t need an opinion to buy these.” I say.

I go through more and more shoes but only end up with 3. The wedges, bubblegum Nikes and cream embroidered high top converse. I pay and we leave the store. Lando holds my bag. “Where to?” He asked.

“Hmm I don’t know, I got what I wanted.” I say. “Anything you want?”

“Not really.” He said.

“I could do some new sunglasses.” I say.

“Get a pair of the McLaren ones.” He said. “Remind me before we leave, we can go to Surrey and get you some from HQ.”

“Are they pink?” I ask. “If you couldn’t tell I like pink.”

“No, but it’ll be a pair of McLaren sunglasses.” He laughed. “We can order you a pair with pink and the McLaren logo.”

“Okay, sounds good.” I say. “Look there’s Max.” I say pointing to the food court.

“Hey sis.” He said. “What shoes did you get?”

“A pair of wedges, Nikes, and Converse.” I say.

“Nikes?” Max said confused. “You don’t wear Nikes?”

“I know but they’re pink!” I say.

“My god, you and pink.”

We leave the mall and go back to the house. I put my shoes away and change. I wash my face and throw my hair into a messy bun. I go to the kitchen and grab a drink from the fridge. Max had seltzers so I grabbed that.

“What are you drinking?” Max asked.

“Ummm Smirnoff ice seltzer?” I say.

“Uh absolutely not, no alcohol.” He said.

“What? Why not!” I whine. “It’s winter break!”

“I don’t care, alcohol isn’t good for you.”

“Then why do you have it?” I ask.

“I don’t drive fast cars.” He said.

Lando joins us and sees what drink I picked in Max’s hand. “Drinking mate?”

“No, I was trying to.” I say. “Max thinks it’ll affect my performance.”

“It can, you only have one liver.”

“One drink won’t kill me.”

“I said no drinking.” Max said putting it back. “Can we talk about earlier?”

“What about it?” I ask with attitude.

“When I kissed her?” Lando asked. “It was to get them to shut up.”

“There are many other ways to do that mate.” Max said. “Why did you choose kissing my sister.”

“She’s tempting, and I knew it would shut them up.” He responded, biting his lip after. “I didn’t want to go for the mediocre half-ass successful options.”

“Me personally, I enjoyed it.” I add. “Lifted my mood.”

“Yeah, yeah, could’ve just told them to shut it.” Max tried to argue more. “It hasn’t even been a week and you’re all over each other!”

“We were teammates over two years.” Lando said.

“Yeah, I’m comfortable and feel safe around him, I know he wouldn’t intentionally do something I wouldn’t like.” I defend.

“As a friend.” Max says. “You’ve been around him as a friend, he’s not your boyfriend.”

“Not yet.” Lando mumbled. I couldn’t help but laugh in my brother’s face after Lando said that.

“I’ve told you time and time again, don’t put yourself in these situations!” He yelled at me. Usually I’d take it, but I have a stand on this argument.

“Max, he’s nothing like Oscar!” I yell back. “Oscar was talking to other girls while we were together!”

“How do you know Lando isn’t?” He asked.

“I see him on his phone like 10% of the day. Oscar was constantly texting whores back.” I say. “If Lando is talking to other girls, they aren’t getting the attention I am, they aren’t sleeping on his chest or shoe shopping with him.”

“Ok I get the point.” He says defeated.

“I don’t think you do.” I say disgusted. “It’s been over a year Max! Oscar got my spot he won, I lost.” Tears start in my eyes as I yell. “Lando has treated me better these past few days than Oscar ever did in the year and half we dated!”

“Stop yelling at me please.” He responded. “I see where you’re coming from now.”

“Do you?” I ask, tears staining my face. “Did you see how I was when I was with Oscar? I was afraid of anything I would say, afraid that when I got a bad place he’d scold me only to find out he was happy when it meant he had a chance at my spot!” I go on. “He made me a horrible person, but who was there for me when you weren’t Max? WHO?”

“I don’t know.” He mumbled.

“Lando, he knew Oscar was my ex and wasn’t afraid to comfort me. He knew what Oscar put me through and how scared I was for any race, any position.” Lando decided that was enough yelling and interrupted.

“Alright, I think it’s time to get ready for bed hm?” He asked in a calm voice. He went to grab my arm and I slap it away.

“Don’t touch me, I need a minute to myself.” I say. They watch me walk away.

Norris POV

I go to grab her arm and lead her to her room and she slapped my hand away and told me not to touch her. “Has she ever done that?” I ask.

“Not in a while.” Max sighed. “That’s why I told you not to rush it mate.”

“What? Because she got mad once?”

“No, because she still needs time to heal from that.” He said. “Oscar mentally drained her of her own personality, then threw her away when he got into McLaren.”

“I didn’t know it was that much.” I say. “She told me he wanted her spot, but I didn’t know he was manipulative and abusive.”

“She’d call me crying, inconsolable at times.” Max said. “Every time, without fail, it was because he got into her head.”

“What the fuck?” I say. “I knew she had panic attacks before races, I didn’t know she’d be upset after as well.”

“Still?” He asked. “She had those in F2, when she started dating him.”

“Oh wow.” I say. “I didn’t mean to upset you earlier, it was an impulsive decision.”

“I’m not too upset about it now, I just ask that you don’t rush it.” He said. “She’s still hurting, and I don’t want it to affect her career.”

“I understand that.” I say. “I’ll wait.”

“Thanks mate, I’m gonna go check on her.” Max said. He walked to the door and knocked. He looked back at me then we hear a crash and I get up rushing to the door as he opens it.

“What happened?” I ask. There’s glass shattered on the floor and Max sits next to her on the bed.

“She threw the lamp.” He said.

“He texted me.” She said through tears.

I grab a broom and sweep up the glass, cleaning it up for Max. “Hope you didn’t like that one.” I say.

“I don’t care about the lamp.” He said. “What did he text you?”

“A picture.” She said, grabbing her phone and showing Max. He looks at me in disbelief. My phone goes off and surprise it’s Oscar. “What?”

“I need to go do something, I’ll be right outside.”

I leave and call him immediately. I walk outside standing in the doorway. “Did you see my text mate?” He asked.

“Yeah, what’s that about?” I ask, acting like I don’t know anything I just heard.

“That’s Lily, she super excited.” He laughed. “I just asked her to be my girlfriend.”

“Ohh congrats mate.” I say.

“We’ve been talking for years and I finally called it quits.” He laughed. “Well worth it.”

“Really?” I ask. “Well I’m in the UK with Max for quadrant.”

“That sounds like fun.” He said. “Well I’ve got to go, girl to please you know?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you whenever.” I say. I go back inside, setting my phone on the counter. Max brought her to the couch to comfort her more. “How are you feeling?” I ask.

“I don’t know.” She says. “Anytime he went home, he was with her.”

“Seems like a bundle of joy.” I say sarcastic. “He just called me, he just asked her out.”

Max punched my arm, hard. “I figured, it was only a matter of time.” She sniffled. “Oh well.”

“Movie tonight?” Max asked.

“I’m down.” I say.

“I guess, what are we gonna watch?” She said.

“Fast and Furious?” Max suggested.

“Which one?” I ask. “There’s 7.”

“2 or 3 are good.” She said.

“Let’s watch 2.” Max said.

We get comfortable on the couch. I sit on the same side from the night before and she cuddles up to me. I cover her with the blanket and let her get comfortable. I don’t care what Max says. She needs this comfort more than anything, if I can provide it for her, I will.

By the end of the movie she’s asleep on my chest. “Next time give me the room.” I laugh.

“Noted mate.” Max laughed. “You can sleep in there tonight if you want.”

“Nah, I think she needs someone here for her right now.” I say. “The couch is the safest place for that.”

“Alright, I’m going to shower and get ready for bed then.” He said.

“Sounds good.”

He gets up and turns off the lights, leaving the lamp by me on. I play on my phone. I go through socials and messages. After a little while I hear the shower go off and his light go out. I try to move to where I won’t wake her, but can get out to shower myself.

“Where are you going?” She mumbled, raspy.

“I need to go shower love.” I whisper, crouching by her head. I move a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Do you want me to bring you to bed?”

“Will you be there when you’re done?”

“No, love I’m sleeping out here.”

“Then no, I want you next to me.”

“Okay, I’ll be back in a few then.” I say. She nods and I go to my bag, grabbing sleep clothes. I go to the bathroom, taking off my watch, bracelets and necklace. I get undressed after starting the shower and get in.

After I shower I dry off and put on my pajama pants and a compression shirt. I go back to the living room and she’s cuddled into the blanket. I put my other clothes in my bag and head to the kitchen.

I make a glass of water and sip on it for a little while playing on my phone. I go to lay on the couch again. She moves over a little, only to cuddle into my chest when I’m comfortable. My arm is wrapped around her back and the blanket is covering both of us.

In the morning I look over to see the time, 8am. I rub her back lightly to wake her. She groans at me and shifts a little, her leg brushing against my crotch. “Woah, good morning to you too.” I giggle in a raspy deep tone. I slowly moved her leg back where it was.

“It’s too early.” She groaned. “Why are you up?”

“I need to train today.” I say. “It’s 8 am.”

“Too early.” She repeated. “Training isn’t for another hour.”

“Yes, but you’ll want to shower and get ready love.” I say, now playing with her hair.

“You’re comfy, I don’t wanna.”

“Too bad love, I’m getting up.”

I get up and she whines as I do. I stand next to the couch crossing my arms. She lays with one arm hanging off the couch. She brings it up and turns over to face the other side. I roll my eyes and get clothes from my bag. I go to the bathroom and it’s now I realize I got a hard on.

“Cheeky little-“ I whisper to myself. I finish getting ready ignoring it. By the time I’m done it’s gone. I go back out and she’s out. I make some tea for us and while the kettle is heating up I go to the couch. “It’s 8:30, wakey wakey.”

“No, go away.” She mumbled.

“I’ll call Max.” I say.

“Which one?” She asked.

“Depends.” I say. “Are you going to get up?”

“Fine, I’ll get up.” She said turning over and sitting up.

She drags herself to the guest room and I finish making tea. It’s 8:45 and I hear the shower start. The MTC isn’t far from Max’s house so I plan on going there for an in person train, but if she’s ready in time I won’t. Jon said to be there by 9:30, so I’d have to leave by 9:10 to get there a bit early.

“Morning mate.” Max said. “Where is she?”

“Getting ready, we have training today.” I say. “I was planning on going to MTC.”

“Where is her training?” He asked.

“Probably RBR.” I say. “About 15 minutes out.”

“Where’s the MTC?” He asked. “I’m gonna run out of cars.”

“15 minutes the opposite way.” I laugh.

She walks back in with workout shorts, a compression shirt and a ponytail. Tennis shoes and no makeup. “Sis can I bring you to RBR?” Max asked.

“For what?” She asked.

“Training.” I say. “Is that not where you go?”

“I was going to do a gym train.” She said. “Did your pt want to do an in person?”

“Ehh he just said if I wanted to, I could be there for 9:30.” I say. “I’ll go to the gym with you though.”

“Thank god, I’ll have a car.” Max joked. We laugh and she makes a hydration drink and we take Max’s keys.

We go to F1 HQ for gym training. We do a few sessions on our own, then do some that need spotters. She sets up the hip thrust machine first and I watch. She gets ready to do a set and I get ready to grab the 55 kilos she has.

“Doubting me already?” She asked.

“No, but there’s a spotter for a reason, don’t push too hard.” I say.

She rolls her eyes playfully, making me smile. She does a set of 10 and rests. Then does two more sets, struggling on the last one.

“You got this, 2 more.” I encourage her. “2 more, 2 more.”

“I know shut up.” She said, straining. She did the last two almost collapsing. I catch the bar before it clunked the ground. “Fuck, thank you.”

“Good job.” I say. “That was a lot of weight.”

I do the same set with the same weight, I could do more but 55 is what her limit is so I’m not pushing her to grab more than she can handle.

We do more spotting sessions and then finish our workout with neck exercises. Once we’re done with that, we get our stuff to leave. It’s around 11:30 so we’re hungry. “Did you want to get lunch?”

“Umm Max said he’s cooking lunch.” She said. “He just texted.”

“Ok, back to Max’s then.” I laugh. “Did he say what?”

“Teriyaki steak bowls.”

“He’s such a people pleaser.” I say. “I love his teriyaki bowls.”

“Me too, he’s so good at cooking.” She said. “He gets it from me.”

“Really?” I ask. “Two years we were teammates and I didn’t know that.”

“I never disclose my biggest secrets.” She giggles. “If I told you, you’d want me to cook for you.”

“Fair, I don’t beg Max though.”

“I do.” She beams.

We make it back to the house and go inside. It smells amazing. She goes to the guest room and I stay in the kitchen. “Smells heavenly.” I say.

“I’m almost finished.” He said. “Just need to make the bowl part.”

“What’s that consist of?” I ask.

“Veggies and a few other proteins.” He said.

He finished the bowls and she walked out in a different outfit. “Do you have an outfit for everything?” I laugh.

“I only brought so many.” She said. “That’s my only workout fit.”

“Fair, are you ready to eat?” Max said.

“Yes, it better taste as good as it smells.” She said.

“When does it not?” Max scoffs. “That one soup doesn’t count.”

“Okay.” She said.

“When’s the next shoot for Quadrant?” I ask.

“Tomorrow?” Max said as a question. “Truth or dare with a twist.”

“I will not be participating.” His sister said quickly. “Too many times have I said things I wasn’t supposed to.”

“Really?” I ask.

“Dude, she was banned from my streams.”

“Why?” I laugh.

“She just talk and talks.”

“Can confirm, I talk.” She said.

“Now I just have to worry about when she’s intoxicated.” Max said.

“What do you say?!” I laugh harder.

“Oh mate, I haven’t seen it in a while.” Max said. “I don’t want to either.”

“I’m fun when I’m drunk!” She protests.

“If having fun is your little sister confessing her love then yeah, it’s fun.”

“I’m an honest person!” She said. “Who knows what I’ve told the boys on the grid.”

“Oh god.” Max said. “You’ve gotten drunk with the grid?”

“Oh mate plenty of times.” I say. “They’re party animals.”

“They’re so much fun though!” She said. “Remember summer break?”

“Max got so drunk we had to bring him back to the hotel.” I laugh. “He lost his shoes that night.”

“Mate what?” Max said. “I don’t even want to know.”

First Person POV (2 months later)

Were called in for season pictures and a ‘grill the grid’ episode. I won last year and plan on winning this year.

“Welcome back!” She said.

“We’re back!” I say, laughing after. “What’s the damage?”

“We’re starting easy this year.” She started.

“Oh god.” I laugh again.

“Name the entire grid for this year, within 2 minutes.”

“The entire grid?” I ask. “All 20 of them?!”

“Yes all 20.” She laughed this time.

“Ok, tell me when to start.” I say.

“Timer starts.. now.”

“Me, Lando, Hamilton, Verstappen, Russell, Albon, Gasly, Leclerc, Sainz, Doohan, Stroll, Alonso, Bortelleto, Antonelli, Ricciardo, Yuki, Ocon, Ollie… Lawson!” I say all but Oscar and breathe a bit.

“One more.” She said. “1 minute left.”

“Ummm.” I laugh hysterically. “I’ll lose that point.”

She stops the timer and tells me I have the most points anyway. The cameras cut and I take off the race suit. “You could’ve had the most points possible!”

“I don’t mind the one point.” I say.

I leave the HQ and go to my driver trailer. I unpack a bit and chill out. Lando and I have been talking a lot since we left Max’s house. With the next race in a few weeks, I don’t know if I can handle just being his friend. I want to be his girlfriend. He calls me when he leaves the HQ.

“Hello love.” He said.

“Hiiii.” I say. “How was it?” I ask.

“I lost points for not saying myself.” He laughed.

“That’s funny, I lost points for not naming your teammate.” I laugh.

“I might win then.” He joked. “I had 30 seconds left.”

“Ha! I had a minute.”

“Ah shit, I take that back then.” He laughed.

The race weekend comes up and nerves are high. Anxiety higher. Practice and Quali went good. I got P4 behind Lando, Max, and Charles. My trainer and I do some light training.

“How’s that on your wrist?” He asked. Max walked up right before we were done.

“Alright.” I say, very unamused. “Could feel better but.” I shrug.

“Could feel better?” Max said, before my trainer.

“She’s good to race, just a bit extra training for the harder turns.” My trainer explained to Max.

“Good we need good points today Fewtrell.” He joked. “Let’s get out there huh kiddo?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” I say. My attitude is very monotone. I’ve just not been having a good day. We go to the garage and Max pulls me aside.

“What’s going on?” He asked concerned.

“Nothing, just not feeling it today.” I say. “I’m good to race.”

“Ok, we can talk more after?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I nod.

We get all our gear on and get ready in the cars for formation. The car felt off a bit.

“Why is my car tutting?” I ask my engineer.

“Uhmm.” He responded.

“What do you mean umm??”

The lights go out and we start the race. A few laps in and the car still doesn’t feel right. “We have found the issue, either a tire isn’t on properly, or your wheel isn’t locked.” He said on a straight. I fuck around with my wheel and it clicks.

“Fucking idiotic.” I say.

“Please let us know if that fixes the issue.”

I drive another lap and it still doesn’t feel right. I toggle my radio switch. “No, no it didn’t fix the fucking issue!” I yell to him.

“Okay, calm down, we’ll need you to box next lap.” He sighed. “Box this lap please.”

“Confirm.” I say mad. I box and they swap the tires, I lost 3rd place and get back on track in 4th. “This is much better, can we check tires next time?”

“I’m not doing this on the radio.” He responded.

“Then don’t fuck up my car next time.” I say, then stop talking for the other laps, unless needed.

I finish P2 and pull into the spot. Max got P1 as usual and Oscar in P3, as if my day couldn’t get worse. I take off my helmet and place it on the stand, I grab my drink. Max comes up and hugs me. “Good race today!” He said.

“Congrats.” I say. We do the interviews and after go to the cool down room. I fix my hair and lay on the floor, pissed off if anything.

“Why are you on the floor?” Oscar asked. He was here before me, sitting in one of the chairs. I don’t answer him, I don’t have energy. Max walks in and laughs seeing me. I smile and look away from him.

“Is the floor that comfortable?” Max laughed.

“Yes.” I answer. “Feels better to me.”

“Is this normal?” Oscar laughed as well now.

“Oh I always find her on the floors.” Max said. “I’m used to it by now.”

I sit up and watch the replays with them. After we go to the podium and spray each other with champagne. In the garage after I change and wet my hair in one of the bathrooms, getting the champagne out. I dry it as best I can and go back out.

“Still washing your hair in a sink?” Max laughed. “It isn’t that bad.”

“When you have as much hair as me, it is.” I laugh.

“So what happened earlier?” He asked. I shrug and act like it was nothing.

“Shitty morning, shitty race start.” I say. “Ex on the podium, just not my day.”

“Shitty start?” He asked. “What happened?”

“My wheel wasn’t locked, and my tires weren’t screwed in right either.” I explain.

“Oh shit, and you still managed second.” He said. “That’s commitment.”

“Yeah, I just want to go to sleep now.” I say sighing. “But we have press to do.”

“Only 2 though.” He said. “Then you can sleep!”

We go to the top 3 and top 10 conference and I doze off for most of them. “Fewtrell, thoughts?”

“Good race and nice start to the season.” I smile weakly.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit ill.”

“No, no, just tired, haven’t raced in 3 months.” I respond.

After the conference and a drive back to the hotel, I am exhausted. I go to lay down when my phone rings. Lando. I ignore it and fall asleep.

A few hours goes go by and I wake up to multiple missed calls from many other people. I call back my brother first. “Hey, are you alright? You weren’t yourself today.”

“I just don’t feel good.” I say. “I just woke up.”

“Lando said he was worried, he hadn’t seen or talked to you all day.”

“I had a bad day, and I don’t feel good.”

“Okay, well answer him back or he’s going to go psycho on me.”

“I will, I felt your call was more important.”

“Alright well I love you little sis.”

“Love you too Max.” I say.

I hang up the call and text Lando. I explain I had a bad day, don’t feel good, and Oscar being on the podium wasn’t any better. He calls me after I send the text. I let it ring. It goes off and he calls again. I answer it.

“I’m at your door love.” He said. I get up and open the door. “Hey.” He smiled.

“Hey.” I say, tired and exhausted. “What are you doing?”

“I wanted to see you!” He said. “I figured you fell asleep earlier.”

“I really don’t feel good.” I say. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay!” He said. “Can I hug you?”

“Yeah.” I say hugging him. It was a really needed hug. I hold him tighter.

The next race weekend comes up and it’s a double header, so I still don’t feel good. We do media day and I don’t engage much, but do what I can.

We do the Free practice sessions and then conferences. “Fewtrell, how’s the car feel today?”

“Hm? Oh it feels good.” I say clearing my throat after, you can hear the sickness in my voice. “Yeah, glad to be back and stronger.”

“You sound a bit ill, are you able to race?”

“I’m sure I’ll feel better tomorrow.” I say.

I, in fact, did not feel better. We get ready to race and Max walks up to talk. “Feeling a bit better today?”

“No, I feel worse.” I say. “I need to call Max, I don’t want him upset.”

“Upset about what?”

“If I retire.”

“Ahh, well do your best today okay? No pushing your limits.”

“Yeah, you too Max.” I say, with a small smile.

I call my brother and he answers, sounding like he was asleep. “Hello?”

“Oh shit, were you sleeping? I’m sorry Max.”

“No, just a nap sis. What’s up?”

“I’m feeling worse today, I’ll race but I might end up retiring. I didn’t want you to be disappointed.”

“It’s okay, you win some you lose some lil sis.” He said. “If you don’t feel well, don’t race. You matter more than points, and Max is good at gaining them.”

“Yeah I know, but I want to at least try and see what I can do.” I say. “I won’t push too hard, but I’ll call you when I ultimately have that decision.”

“Sounds good, do good out there- and if you don’t I hope you get the rest you need.”

“Thank you, I miss you.”

“I miss you too sis, being together most of the break wasn’t very helpful huh?”

“Made it worse to be fair.” I chuckle.

We talk for a little longer and then I have to get in the car. We get out on the grid and do the formation lap.

“Lights out, and away we go!”

I race and gain positions up to 3rd. I have a fair gap between me and Norris. They do the pits and I’m undercut a few times but I gain the positions back fairly quick.

“P2, good pace and +3s gap with Norris behind. Gap to Verstappen in P1 is +5s.”

“Copy.” I say. “How many more laps?”

“16, how are you feeling?”

“Like I can do 16 laps and nap.”

“Copy.”

I finish second and get out the car as fast as I can. I take my helmet off and run to the garage, I grab a water and chug it. My engineer saw me and pat my back lightly.

“You alright?” He asked. “You’re pale.”

“Yeah, I just felt nauseous slowing down there.” I say out of breath. “I shouldn’t have finished the race.” I run to the bathroom and puke my guts out, my race suit half unzipped and my fireproof hugging my body.

Once I gather myself I walk back to the interviewers and do mine. “You look a bit ill, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I got a bit nauseous in the end there.” I say. “I finished though so that’s a plus.”

He asked me a few questions and I zoned out a bit and half ass the answers. I head to the cool down room and Lando is there. He gives me a big smile, until he realizes I’m not feeling too hot.

“Are you alright?” He asked, standing up to hold me steady.

“Just a bit ill, I’m fine.” I slur a bit. He sits me in one of the chairs and gives me a water.

“After the podium, you need to get some rest.” He said. Max walked in and saw my state.

“Fewtrell-“

“Yes! Yes I’m ill, leave me alone.” I say irritated. That’s the only question I’ve gotten this weekend. “Sorry, I just don’t feel good, and all anyone is asking me is if I’m ill.” I whisper to them after.

We watch the replays and then get called for the podium. I had enough strength to stand there and do a bottle spray, but after I was physically drained. Back at the garage, Max noticed. I was stumbling in between walls and tripping over air.

“Alright, unzip your suit.” He said. “The layers are not helping your state.” I unzip it and sit down against the wall.

“Where’s Lando?” I ask, out of it.

“At his garage, do you want me to go get him?”

“Yes, please.”

He leaves momentarily and then returns with Lando. “What’s wrong love?” He asked kneeling to my level.

“Call Max, ask him- ask him what he does when I’m like this, I can’t remember.” I say.

He stands back up with his phone and calls Max. I hear Max yelling through the phone. “Did she push herself too hard?!”

“All I said was hello.” Lando responded. “I don’t think she pushed too hard, but she did push herself.”

It’s unintelligible what Max said next, but I’m assuming it’s what I asked Lando to call him for. I’m sure there’s still stuff that needs doing, but I’m not in the right state to be doing it.

“Alright mate, I’ll have her call you when she’s feeling better.” He said before hanging up. “Alright, can you stand up or do you need help?”

“I can do it myself.” I say attempting to get up. “I need help.” I correct myself.

He helps me up and we walk to the paddock. We get a cab to the hotel and he brings me to my room. “So, the team needs your suit back.” He said. “Can you change without hurting yourself?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I say.

“Ok, I’ll get you some clothes. You can shower later when you feel better.”

“I feel like shit.” I say. “What did Max say?”

“He said to get you changed, make you some tea, and tuck you in with a kiss.”

“Sounds about right, how my mum used to do it.” I say. He puts clothes down next to me and I take them to the bathroom to change. Once I’m done I go back out and hand him the suit.

“I made you some tea, it was all they had.” He said. I throw my champagne ridden hair in a messy bun and drink the tea.

“Eugh- vanilla bean.” I say disgusted. I’m too sick to not drink it though so I drink it all.

“Like I said, only one.” He repeated. “Now, are you ready to rest?”

“Yes.” I say, setting the tea down. I get under the covers and he makes sure it’s perfect before kissing me on the forehead.

“I’m going back to the paddock, but if you need anything call me okay?”

“Okay, I’m probably going to sleep the rest of the day.” I say, tired.

“Ok, if I come back before you call, I’ll come in and check on you, sound good?”

“Yes.” I say. He leaves the room and I’m sound asleep.

I wake up after 7 hours. I check my phone to texts and calls. I look up what time it would be for Max. It’s too late to call, so I text him. I text Lando as well, seeing as he should be asleep. He responds quickly though, calling me.

“Hey!” He said. “How are you feeling?”

“Not much better, but better.” I say groggy.

“That’s good! I came in there to check on you a few hours ago, you were out cold.”

“I slept long, wait why are you still up?” I ask.

“Ahh Max asked to go out, he wanted to ask you.” He said. “I’m just a few blocks away from the hotel.”

“Sounds like fun, while you’re out can you get me some tea? Preferably Hibiscus.”

“Yes, I can get you some tea.” He laughed. “Did you need anything else my love?”

“Some soup would be nice as well.” I say smiling big at his pet name. “I like when you call me that.”

“Well I’d hope so.” He said. “Max and I were about to leave anyways, let me go wrangle him and I’ll be on my way.”

“Okay, I’m going to shower, I reek of after race.”

We hang up the phone and I take a shower. I wash my hair twice to get rid of the champagne. I get changed into comfier clothes. A redbull crewneck and puma sweats.

A few minutes go by before Lando knocks. He’s holding a bag of goodies and Max is stood behind him. They both smile at me.

“Hello boys.” I smile.

They walk in and Lando starts taking out the things he bought. “I got you some hibiscus tea, and other teas that will help you feel better.”

“I picked out the soups.” Max whispered to me. “Some I’ve seen you eat and some I think you’d like.”

“Is he drunk perhaps?” I ask.

“Ahh just a tad, he’s sobering up though.” Lando said. “He tried to get one of every soup but I refused to let that happen.”

“So thoughtful, thank you Max!” I say hugging him.

“Anything I can do to help my favorite teammate.” He said.

I look at Lando with wide eyes and burst out laughing. “Really?” I ask. “What about Daniel, Checo?”

“They were alright, but you’re the best.”

“Alright, that’s my cue!” Lando said. “Before he says something he’ll regret tomorrow!”

Lando escorts him out and returns about 20 minutes later. I made a tea and a bowl of my favorite soup. “How’d that go?” I ask.

“Like it always does, he argues with me for a while then ultimately decides to lay down and passes out.” He said. “How’s the tea?”

“1000% better than whatever I had earlier.” I say. “The soup is amazing too.”

“He did pick out your favorite soups, he said he ‘knew you like the back of his hand’.” He laughed.

“Oh please, he’s been my teammate for a year.” I laugh. “He’s so overconfident in things nowadays.”

“Yeah well, that’s the championship mentality.”

“I guess.” I say smiling. “You need to go get some rest yourself!”

“No, no I’d rather make sure you’re alright.” He said. “You’ve been ill all week.”

“Your health matters too Lando!” I whine. “Go get some sleep!”

“I will, once you are.”

“That’ll be a while, I took a 7 hour nap.”

“Then I guess I’ll be here for a while.” He smiles. “I really don’t mind my love.”

“Fine, at least go change.” I say. “You smell of clubs and bars.”

“Yes ma’am.” He said sarcastic and laughing.

He leaves and goes to change. I finish my soup and tea. He comes back in a LN4 hoodie and sweats. He takes his shoes off and lays on the bed. “I feel a lot better now.”

“That’s the ideal thing.” He smiled. “Although if this is another attempt to get me to leave, it won’t work.”

“If you wanted to cuddle you could’ve said so.” I laugh. “I might actually go back to sleep.”

“Well, clean up and we can put a movie on.”

I do just that, cleaning up the other soups and tea bags, discarding what I’ve used. I turn off the lights and lay next to him, covering us with the blanket. I get comfy in his chest and he starts a movie.

The next morning I wake up, Lando still asleep. I move to get more comfortable and he wakes up. “Morning.” He groans.

“Morning.” I respond, my voice raspier.

“You sound more sick, my love.” He said, caressing my hair slowly and soothingly.

“I probably am.” I groan. “I’m gonna get you sick for the next race.”

“It’ll be worth it.” He giggled. “Then you can take care of me.”

“True.” I giggle. I get up and go to the bathroom. I go back out and call Max. “Morning.” I say.

“Hey! Any better today?”

“Worse, I shouldn’t have raced at all yesterday.” I say, my voice cracking.

“God are you losing your voice?”

“Yeah, seems like it.” I say. “Lando took care of me though, so I’m sure I’ll be fine until the next race.”

“Good, if I can’t be there I’m glad someone is.” He said. “Are you coming back for a few days?”

“I want to, but I don’t want to get you sick too.”

“Too? Is Lando sick?” He asked.

“No but he might be after spending so much time around me.”

“Ahh you’ve got a point sis.” He said. “I’ve got nothing better to do, come see me for a day or two.”

“Ok, I will.” I say. “What about Lando?”

“He can come too, he knows that.”

“Okay, I’ll let him know and then update you on arrivals and stuff.”

“Sounds like a plan lil sis.”

I text the group chat with the other drivers and ask if anyone else is going that way. Oscar responds and I freeze. Lando looked at his phone and just sighed.

“That’s not ideal.” He said. “Shouldn’t be too bad, only what like 5 hours?”

“7.” I say quickly. I shake my head and start packing. Lando responds to it as well saying he’ll go with us.

“Max as well, no worries my love.” He said.

“Max is going?” I ask.

“Yeah, he just said he needs to go that way as well.”

“That makes it a bit more tolerable.” I say. “Go pack!” I laugh.

“Oh shit you’re right.” He said jumping up.

He leaves the room and I continue packing my suitcase, bags, toiletries, all of it. Once I’m done, I do a room sweep to make sure I’m not forgetting anything, then head to the lobby. Max is there. I text my brother all the details and talk with my teammate.

“How are you feeling?” I ask laughing slightly. My voice still hoarse from the sickness and cutting out.

“Fine, just a bit of light drinking is all.” He smiled. “How are you?”

“Could be better.” I sigh. “I took some medicine so I’ll live through the flight.”

Oscar joins us and I stand there on my phone. They talk and try to add me in but I walk to a couch nearby and sit down. Max responds shocked I agreed to fly with Oscar, before I could respond, Lando walks out and I stand up joining them. “Alright, everyone ready?” Lando asked. We all nod and get a cab to the private jet.

Lando texts me asking if it’ll be awkward. I respond that it won’t be as long as I have alcohol in my system. We laugh while Max and Oscar are confused. “What’s funny back there you two?” Oscar asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” Lando said. “Twitter.”

“It’s actually X now.” Max said. We laugh even more. We get to the airport and board the plane. Lando sits across from me and Max on my side. Oscar diagonal. “Where’s the alcohol?” Max asked.

“Wait a minute Max!” I laugh. “Not until we’re in the air.”

“Eager aren’t we?” Lando giggled.

“I want alcohol too, but not that bad.” I laugh.

“You drinking alcohol?” Oscar said. He made a face looking down. “That’s new.”

There was an awkward silence between the four of us, until Lando and I made eye contact and started laughing again. Once we’re in the air, Max and I head for the bar. He shows me how to make certain cocktails and then we sit back down. “This is good!” I say to max.

“Dutch are good at making drinks what can I say.” He responded.

“I don’t think drinking is going to help your cold.” Lando said seriously. “Max is going to be furious if he finds out.”

“Well then, don’t tell him Lando.” I say smiling. “No, if Max has a problem with me drinking to calm my nerves then he can suck it up.”

“Where’s the attitude coming from?” Lando asked. “And what nerves you love flying?”

I stay quiet and sip my drink. Max looks at me taking a big sip and realized what I said in the garage. “Oh shit.” He said. “This is awkward.”

“Just a bit of nerves, it’s also a longer flight.” I say calmly. “Max just doesn’t like me drinking casually.”

“Well considering it’s a new habit, I wouldn’t want you to either if I was your brother.” Oscar said.

“It’s not new.” I shoot at him with the attitude returning. “To you maybe, not to me.”

“Change of subject!” Lando said. “Why are you two going to London?”

“Ahh Horner wants to have meetings at the RTC.” Max said. “New managers for me or something.”

“Lily wanted to see me, she’s there for the week with a few friends.” Oscar said. I roll my eyes taking another sip. “Why are you going to London Fewtrell?”

“My brother misses me.” I say. “So I’m going to spend time with him before the next race weekend.”

“Yeah, he wants to do Quadrant videos too, so having us both there is a plus.” Lando said.

“You’re both going to see Max?” Oscar asked.

“Yeah, mate he’s been my best friend since karting.” Lando laughed. “Just a plus I drive with his sister.”

“I think he wants us to do a merch photo shoot as well no?” I ask

“He may have mentioned it.” Lando said. “It’s a surprise though so shhh.”

“Mate no surprises get past me.” Max laughed. “She talks like there is no tomorrow.”

“Hey!” Lando said. I laugh.

“What! He listens so I talk.” I say defensively. “I hardly believe he listens to everything I say.”

“Don’t believe that.” Max said sipping his drink. “I hear everything.”

“I don’t think he cares enough about new merch dropping for our brand to be fair so I’m not too worried.” Lando said smiling.

“I need more drink.” I say finishing off the cocktail Max made.

“Already?” Lando exclaimed. “Goddamn.”

“Go get a new one then.” Oscar said. I get up and make a new drink, a whiskey neat.

I set it on the table and Lando takes a swig, making the most disgusted face. “God, how do you drink that?”

“Simply, it’s calms me down.” I say sipping it with no reaction.

“Based on Landos reaction, it’s whiskey. Based on her reaction, it’s soda.” Oscar said laughing. Max takes a sip and makes a face as well.

“That’s whiskey.” Max said coughing at the burn. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.” I say monotoned.

“That’s mental.” Lando said.

The flight goes on a few hours and I get tired. I grab a small throw from my bag and sit in a reclining seat. I get comfortable and try to sleep. After a few minutes of laying there, I can’t fall asleep but the guys are talking.

“What was she talking about nerves?” Oscar asked.

“I don’t know, she usually loves flying.” Lando said.

“Could it be the history you two have?” Max asked. “She briefly said something about you being an ex.”

“Ahh, yeah.” Oscar said. “Why would she be nervous though, it’s not like I abused her or anything.”

“Mate I don’t know, maybe she still likes you?” Max asked.

I was waiting on Landos response yet it never came. “It’s been over a year and a half, if she still likes me she has other unresolved issues.”

“I wouldn’t say that, I mean it takes a while to process that.” Lando said.

“Yeah true.” Max said. “I don’t know how long you were together but when you love someone hard it hurts having to let them go, and in our case, seeing them everyday of your career.”

“I guess, but it was a mutual understanding we didn’t want to be together.” Oscar lied.

“It wasn’t because you wanted her seat?” Lando coughed to cover, starting drama.

“Oh well, I guess that was a factor.” Oscar laughed. “She knew that was why I dated her in the first place.” He lied again.

“Woah, mate don’t be proud of that.” Max said. “You dated someone for a F1 seat?”

“I never said I was proud of it, but basically yeah.”

That was the last straw. I got up and sat down next to Max again. I was tired of them talking about it.

“What are we talking about?” I ask, groggy like I was asleep.

“Your McLaren seat.” Oscar said.

“What about it?” I ask. Batting my eyes at him innocently.

“How I dated you for it.” He said. “Nothing big.”

“It doesn’t really matter to me now.” I shrug. “I’m in a faster car anyways.”

“Hey now.” Lando said.

“What?” I laugh. “He brought it up.”

“We never really talked about it much did we?” Oscar said.

“I’d rather not, not in front of people.” I say rude. “There’s nothing to talk about anyways.”

“You don’t have to be rude.” He said, getting his feelings hurt.

“Just a taste of your own-“ Lando looks at me in a ‘stop talking’ kind of way. “Whatever.”

“I feel like there’s more to this.” Max said.

“I’m going to say something I’ll regret later, I’ll shut up.”

“It’s for the best.” Oscar said. At this point Lando can’t, and won’t stop me. I scoff at his comment. “What?”

“Are you treating Lily well?” I ask. “The girl you basically cheated on me with?”

“I never did anything with her while we were together.” He defended.

“Hanging out with her on breaks more than me while we were together, is kinda cheating is it not?” I ask.

“Yeah it kinda is.” Max agreed.

“I bet you two laughed about it.” I scoff again. “The ‘nerves’ I had coming into this plane, were because you used to yell and belittle me about every single race fuck up.” I start raising my voice. “I get anxiety seeing you after I have a bad race, I get anxiety even thinking of having to fly with you.” The anger was stemming from how he knows me, knows how hard I am on myself. He still would belittle me after races as if I didn’t to myself.

“Okay that’s enough.” Lando said. “I think he gets the point.”

“Is there something going on between you two?” Oscar asked, Lando’s head snapped quickly to look at him and then to me. “I’m feeling some tension.”

“Probably from my anger and anxiety of you just being present, knowing how you used to treat me.” I say calmer and rolling my eyes as I sit back.

“Here we go again.” He said rolling his eyes. “You go all playing the victim.”

“Because I was!” I say my voice cracking. “You beat me when I was already on the floor!”

“Yeah? And look at where you’re at, in a better place huh?” He said. “I made you who you are.”

“You did not! I brought myself back out of the trenches you threw me in!” I yell at him. “I’m happier now than I’ve ever been.”

“It’s because I was the one who showed you your potential, hell I even got your seat because of it.” He raised his voice. He smacked the table and I flinched.

“If you were meant to help me why were you treating me like some discarded rubbish?” I ask genuinely searching for an answer.

“You were too overconfident and acted like a prissy brat, that’s why!” He yelled at me.

“Let’s change the subject.” Lando said calm.

“Good idea mate, whats papaya rules?” Max said.

“Don’t crash into your teammate!” Me and Oscar yell at Max. I stay quiet the rest of the flight.

We land and I see my brother waiting. I throw my stuff in his car and sit in the front seat. Pissed beyond belief. Lando does the same, just not aggressively. Max gets in the driver seat and can tell how upset I am.

“Sis what’s wrong?” He asked.

“I’m sick.” I say shortly with attitude.

“Ahh ok.” He responds.

We get to his house and I get out grabbing my things. I bring my stuff inside and sit on the couch. I play on my phone until it’s taken away.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Max said.

“Oscar is what’s wrong.” I say sighing. “He tried telling me he was pushing me forward and that he made me a better person.” The disappointment flooded my words as I spoke.

“On the plane?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I say.

He gives me my phone back. I go to the room and get ready for bed. “Movie night?” Lando asked popping in.

“Not tonight.” I say. “I’m exhausted from flying.”

“Okay, we’ll be out here if you need anything.”

“Okay, thank you.” I say giving him a smile.

After I shower, I lay down and go to sleep. The next morning I’m woken up by loud music. I get up and check the time, 10:00. I hear Max and Lando singing to the music. I go to the bathroom and fix my messy ass hair.

“It’s Friday then!!!” I hear Lando yell from across the house. I finish my morning routine and walk to the sound. “Saturday, Sunday what?!” I hear around the corner to Max’s room.

I walk through the door to Max streaming and them blaring music to sing and dance to. “What the fuck are you two doing?”

“I hit my goal of subscribers.” Max yelled over the music.

“I’m trying to sleep!” I yell with my raspy voice.

“It’s Friday again!!!” Lando yells again. I walk to the computer and pause the music. “What was that for?”

“I want to sleep!” I say. “Sorry stream, I don’t feel the greatest and they’re blaring music at 10 in the morning!!” My voice was nearly gone from the sickness I endured.

“Oh hush up, if you were feeling any other way you’d turn off the fun.” Max said.

“You’re right, because blaring music this early in the morning is mental!”

“Apologies princess, we won’t blare music anymore.” Lando said jokingly. “You may fetch more Beauty sleep.”

“Oh shut it.” I say making a face at him. Once the camera can’t see me I blow him a kiss. His face lights up with smiles.

“Go away!” Max said.

“I am!” I scream back.

I go back to the guest room and lay down falling back asleep. I wake up at 12:00 and go back to Max’s room. He’s still streaming and Lando is no where to be seen.

“Glad to see you’re not blaring music.” I mumble groggy.

“Mate you just slept until 12 pm.” Max said. “Why?”

“I flew for 8 hours yesterday, and don’t feel good Maxie.” I whine. “Where’s Lando?”

“He left to get food and snacks, apparently I don’t have the snacks he likes.”

“Makes sense, I don’t like what you have either.” I say. “When did he leave?”

“Like 5 minutes ago.” Max said. “Call him.”

I call Lando and Max muted the mic, so the stream couldn’t hear. “Hi my love.” Lando answered.

“Heyyy.” I respond. “Max said you’re going to the store?”

“I am, did you need something?” He asked.

“Can you get me some meds and soups?” I ask.

“Yes I can, is that all?” He asked.

“Yessss.” I say. “Max already has the tea I like so cross that off the list.”

“Sounds good, I’ll see you in a bit my love.” He said before hanging up.

“Oh god.” Max said. He muted the mic again. “They heard him call you my love.” My eyes go wide.

“I thought you muted it?!” I ask.

“I didn’t think he’d say it again so I unmuted it towards the end!”

“Max he’s gonna kill you!!” I say.

He continues the stream. He plays some game on his computer. When Lando gets home I go out to help him with everything. We bring everything inside and I make one of the soups he got me. “Heads up, Max’s stream heard a bit of our call…”

“What part?” He asked, not really caring.

“Before you hung up and called me your love..”

“Oh, they’ll have fun with that then huh?” He laughed. “I don’t mind us being out, do you?”

“No, I was scared you were.” I sigh. We both go back to Max’s room and I sit in his secondary gaming chair to eat. Lando lounges on the bed.

“Mate, they’re all asking why you called her ‘my love’.” Max said.

“Huh?” Lando asked, clearly not paying attention.

“Mate I’m not repeating it.” Max laughed. I chill in the back eating my soup. “Sis did you hear the question?”

“Yeah.” I say.

“Do you want to answer it?”

“I don’t know the answer, That’s just what Lando calls me.” I laugh.

“Oh why do I call her my love?” Lando said. “Cause she’s my girlfriend.”

“First I’m hearing of this.” Max said.

“Uhh me too, since when?!” I ask.

All Lando does is laugh at our reactions. He causes me and Max to also laugh. I set my soup bowl down, I’m laughing so hard. I almost finish my laughing fit, but I made eye contact with Lando and started laughing again.

“You two need to calm down.” Max said. “It wasn’t that funny.”

“No but it is.” Lando said.

“That was good, ohhh that was so good.” I say calming down. I finish my soup and leave the room to bring it back to the kitchen. Lando follows me. I put the bowl in the sink and turn around.

“Woah there.” He said. “Careful of your surroundings.” Our bodies are touching with almost no space between us.

“I didn’t know you followed me.” I say. “Jeez.”

“He’s almost done streaming, then we’re going to do a Quadrant shoot.”

“Ok, the merch drop or a video?”

“Uhhhhhh.” He responded.

“Well, I’ll go get ready either way.” I laugh.

I go back to Max’s room to tell him and to ask which shoot. He muted the stream while we talk. “Today we’re doing the merch, tomorrow we’re doing a normal video.”

“Okay, I’m going to get ready, do I do my makeup or will the team be there?”

“The team will be there, don’t bother.”

“Got it, tell stream I said bye.”

“Will do sis.”

I go to my room and pick out an easy to change outfit. I let my hair down and don’t mess with it, the team does makeup and hair there. I walk out to Lando on his phone in the kitchen. He sets it down face up. “McLaren app?” I ask

“Yeah, gotta see what they’re up to.” He laughed. “I was on Twitter.”

“Oh god, I don’t even bother with all that.” I say. “Max said we’re doing merch today.”

“Sounds like a plan then.” He said. “Zak is racing in something this weekend.”

“Oh?” I say. “Are you going?”

“No it’s another country.” He said. “I’ll cheer him on from here though.”

“Yay!” I say sarcastic, then laugh. “Where is Max?”

“I don’t know he said he was ending the stream like 10 minutes ago.”

We both walk to his room and burst in one after the other. He’s still on stream. “MAX!” We both yell.

“Fucking hell!” He said jumping. “Don’t do that!”

“Ending the stream my ass!” I say.

“Mate it’s been like 15 minutes since you said you’d end it.” Lando said.

“I was literally saying bye to the chat.”

“Bye stream!!” I say.

Not long after he actually ends the stream. Lando and I leave his room so he can change. We head to the shoot at some warehouse. The other quadrant members are there.

“Hey guys.” Max said.

“Mate 20 minutes late.” Niran said. Lando and I both pan to Max who scratches his head.

“Yeah someone doesn’t know how to end a stream when he said he would.” I say.

“Are you ill?” Arrav asked.

“Getting over it.” I say. “But yeah.”

“Can we go shoot?” Ethan asked.

We go in and the new merch is beautiful. There’s a baby pink, beige, black, and white version. I go straight for the pink.

“Who’s taking the other pink?” Max asked.

“I’ll take it.” Lando said.

We do the shoot and it takes forever because we keep joking around and laughing. After we get to keep the merch we put on. “I can go for a nap.” I say.

“Still not feeling well?” Lando asked, concerned. “We can head home love.”

“We were going to go eat, are you sure?” Max said.

“I really don’t have the energy.” I say. “I can go eat though.”

“If you don’t feel well you don’t have to sis.” Max said. “I’ll bring something home for you.”

“Okay, I feel bad though.”

“You’re sick, don’t feel bad.” He reassured me.

Lando and I head home. Max texted where they were going and we texted back our orders. Once we get back to the house I go to my room and crash out on the bed.

A few hours later I get up and go to the kitchen. Lando and Max are watching a movie on the couch. I take out the food Max got me and start eating it.

“What movie is this?” I ask.

“Fucking hell.” Max said jumping.

“Oh hey.” Lando said. “Fast and furious 5 I think.”

“Oh, that one’s alright.” I say. “What time is it?”

“Uhhhhh 7:00.” Max said checking his watch.

“7?!” I ask. “Damn.”

“Do you feel better?” Lando asked.

“A little, I’ll be better tomorrow.” I say.

I go and sit with them on the couch when I’m done eating. Lando cuddles into my chest and I let him, playing with his hair. It’s super soft and curly.

“How is your hair so soft?” I ask.

“I don’t know.” He laughed.

“Maybe his shampoo you muppet.” Max said.

“Okay max, some people use other products.” I say back. “My hair is never this soft.”

“Can we just watch the movie?” Max asked. Lando and I laugh. We finish the movie and this time Lando is asleep. Max and I aren’t. I look over to Max. “Well good luck.”

“What do you mean good luck?” I ask slightly panicking. “We need to talk!”

“Talk about what?” He asked now panicking with me.

“Get him off me without waking him and you’ll find out.”

We both do our best to move Lando carefully. We’re successful and walk to Max’s room. “What’s up?”

“Can you tell him that I want him to actually ask me out.” I say unamused. “That announcement on stream was the first time he’s ever called me that, he never asked.”

“Well I mean, you guys basically are dating.” He said. “Wait he hasn’t asked you out officially?”

“No.” I say. “But I want you to tell him to do it, I’m not asking him. I mean he already said it but.”

“I’ll talk with him about it, sis, don’t worry.” He said.

“Okay I’m going to shower and then go to bed, love you max.” I say. I walk out his room and jump to the sight of Lando half awake next to the door. “JEEZUS!” I say.

“Shhhhh.” He said covering my mouth. He looked over my shoulder to Max’s room, I look too. Max didn’t hear me. Lando moves his hand and grabs my neck, pulling me in for a passionate kiss.

We walk to my room and make out. “Max would kill us.” I whisper.

“Oh for sure.” He agreed.

“Let’s wait, we aren’t even official yet…” I whine. “I have to shower anyways and get to bed.”

“Okay my love.” He said smiling. I go to the bathroom and shower quickly. I get out and he’s asleep on my bed, looking very comfortable. I grab pajamas and change in the bathroom. When I go back out I grab the blanket and let him cuddle into me.

The next morning I’m woken up by Lando getting up. “No, no, go back to sleep love.” He said groggy.

I groan and turn over. I fall back asleep. After a few hours I get up myself and go to the kitchen. A few guys from quadrant are there, I greet them. “You look like you just woke up from a good nap.” Max laughed. “Marks and all.”

“That’s what it felt like.” I say raspy. “Tea?”

“Hibiscus, your favorite.” Max said handing me a cup of tea.

“Ugh you’re amazing.” I groan. “What quadrant shoot are we doing again?”

“That’s what we’re trying to decide.” Niran said.

“It’s between speed shopping, and helmet designing.” Aarav said.

“Helmet designing sounds like a good one.” I say. “That’s it though?”

“Yeah that’s what I said!” Lando chimed in. “What if they design helmets and the viewers vote on which ones we should actually wear for a Grand Prix.”

“Fuck yes.” I say. “They make two designs, one specified for you and one for me and whatever two win we make a real helmet.”

“That sounds like a good idea actually.” Max said. “How do we feel about that?”

“Yeah.” Niran said. “It does take forever to actually make a helmet real though huh?”

“6-8 months.” I say. “LAS VEGAS!” I scream jumping excited.

“Ouuu she’s good at this.” Aarav said. “We’ll all be there too no?”

“Yeah. Good thinking, sis.” Max said.

“I know, I’m amazing.” I smile, Lando smiles at me as well. “We’ll need to do like instagram polls right after and then post the video though.”

“Yeah to get the timing right.” Lando added.

We all get ready, and buy supplies. Lando and I went to an art store to find helmet sized porcelain pieces. To our surprise they had helmet porcelains. We grab 10 and some paints.

Back at Max’s house, we set up in the backyard with sheets and set out the sets of helmets with paint pallets. They record the video and they take forever to paint.

“I’m in love with Nirans helmet for me.” I comment. “It has flowers and stars.”

“Look at Ethan’s, it’s such a you helmet!” Lando said laughing.

“It’s just pink.” I say. “It has no fun to it, this is Vegas!”

“Alright, cut that.” Max said painting a helmet. “It’s gonna be a surprise you muppet.”

“Oops.” I laugh. “Now Max has my vote overall.”

“Why?” Will asked. “Cause he’s your brother?”

“No because look at it, it has pink, orange, red blue.” I say. “My two teams and my fav color.”

“Look at mine!” Aarav said.

“That’s- that’s something!” I say, looking at Lando’s helmet in pink basically.

“Mate that’s my helmet in pink!” Lando said laughing. “She wouldn’t wear that!”

“I would wear that!” I say. We both laugh hysterically at the helmet to the point we’re rolling on the ground.

After they finish painting we put up the polls, not mentioning who made what. Fans are very biased towards some quadrant members, so we have to be careful.

“Give it what, an hour?” I ask.

“An hour?” Lando asked. “What about five.”

“5 is more fair.” Max said.

We wait the five hours, which felt like forever. Aarav’s helmet for me won and Nirans for Lando won. I jump up and down in excitement. “I’m so excited to wear that.”

“I’m glad.” Max said smiling. “I just noticed, are you feeling better?”

“Oh 100%.” I say. “It basically gone.”

“Now we just hope I don’t get sick.” Lando said. “Knock on wood.”

“Oh I’m knocking mate.” Max said. “Your helmet design isn’t bad.”

“I never said it was, I think Niran stepped up on this challenge.” Lando said.

The next day Lando and I head back to Monaco. We text the chat to see if the other two will join and only Max responds that he is. Oscar is heading back another day. The three of us meet at the airport and board the jet.

“I’m so tired.” I say, organizing my stuff in a corner.

“Take a nap love.” Lando said.

“I probably am, I’d rather my bed though.” I say, scrunching my nose.

“Are you two…?” Max asked hesitant.

“Not yet, apparently I need to ask her properly.” Lando said giving me a look.

“Okay, well saying it on stream isn’t asking me Lando.” I say. “He said it while Max was streaming and we were both so confused.” I tell Max.

“Chat was being nosy.” Lando said. “I shut them up.”

“Mate, you’ve gotta be joking.” Max laughed. “You said it out of the blue on a stream?”

“Yes! Thank you!” I say.

“I’ll ask you for real.” Lando said. “I’m not telling you when though.”

“I hope not, but the whole world already thinks we are so.” I say smiling. “I’ll be surprised but they won’t be.”

“Want a drink?” Max asked.

“Nothing strong.” I say.

“Drinking again?” Lando asked. “Is something the matter?”

“No, just want to relax a bit.” I say.

“We never talked about what happened on the way here.” Max said.

“About what, ohhhh.” I say. “Oscar?”

“Yeah.” Max said. “I never got an explanation for that.”

“Oh mate she gets in a yelling match with anyone about him.” Lando says.

“Really? Was he that bad?”

“Yeah, well he was very toxic to me.” I say. “I don’t like talking about it.”

“Well if he treated you bad, I understand why.” Max said. “Look at me.”

“Yeah.” I say. “He was just horrible, he’d yell at me for bad races or things that were out of my control. It’s only recently I realized it was for my spot, he wanted me to be dropped so he’d get the spot.”

“That’s insane.” Max said. “He’d guilt you into doing good, but happy cause it meant he had a chance.”

“Exactly, and he’d spend more time with Lily. He was so bad to me.” I say distraught almost. “That’s all in the past though, I’ve learned to focus on myself and never let someone treat me like that ever again.”

“May I ask, why Lando?” Max asked. Lando perked up from his phone.

“He treats me so well, I mean he’s treated me better, without even dating me, than Oscar ever did.” I say. “I trust him, my brother trusts him. I’ve known him a long time, I feel it’s right.”

Lando smiles. We all talk about the next race and other things. The plane lands and we head out. Lando and I go to our own houses and so does Max.

When I get to my house I call my brother. “Hey sis!” He answered.

“Hey Max!” I say back. “I just made it home.”

“That’s good! How was your flight?”

“It was alright, quite boring to be honest.” I say.

“Is that so?” He asked. “Well I hope it gets better sis.”

“It will, alright well I’ve got to unpack.” I sigh. We end the call and I unpack my things. I had a weird feeling about the call, Max seemed like he was hiding something. I call Lando to check in.

“Hey!” I say when he answers.

“Hey! What’s up?” He asked. He sounded panicked almost.

“Not much.. wanted to see how you were doing after the flight.”

“I’m doing fine.” I hear a faint stop it from him and then giggling. “Yeah, unpacked and reading emails.”

“Is someone else there with you?” I ask.

“No, why would you ask?”

“I thought I heard someone else.” I say.

“Maybe you’re tired love, take a nap.” He said. “I have no one with me.”

“Okay, I’ll call you later then.” I say.

I don’t take a nap, but overthink about who was at his house. I freak myself out and decide to go there. I collect myself in my car and get out. I hesitate to knock and then ultimately do.

“Hey!” He said surprised. “You said you’d call!”

“I know, but I swear I heard someone else when we were on the phone and I couldn’t help but think and think and I don’t want to break our trust and-“ He kisses me in the middle of my anxiety talking.

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wosov · 8 days ago

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Word count - 2k

Trigger warnings - panic attacks, minor injuries, anxiety

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Daphne had come back from international duty with more than just physio instructions and wrapped ligaments. She’d returned quieter. Heavier. Like a part of her had stayed on that pitch, curled up in pain, surrounded by medics while the world watched in slow motion.

You found her in the bedroom, lights off, the evening sun spilling faintly through the curtains. She sat at the edge of the bed, her injured ankle propped on a pillow, taped and fragile. Her fingers were clenched around her phone, screen dark, jaw tight.

“They’re saying I’ll be out at least two months,” she spoke without looking at you.

You walked in slowly, standing in the doorway until she acknowledged you. “They said that as a maximum Daph, it could be way sooner than that baby.”

But it was like Daphne wasn’t listening to you, or she couldn’t as she let out a hollow laugh. “You know what the worst part is? It didn’t even happen in some big moment. Just… a simple dive. Routine. And something gave way.”

You heard the strain in her voice—the way she was holding back more than just physical pain. You came closer, sinking onto the bed beside her, careful not to move her leg.

She was trembling as she shoved her phone aside.

“I keep thinking I should’ve seen it coming. I should’ve moved differently, braced better. Just done something.”

You looked at her—really looked. She wasn’t just hurting. She was ashamed. And it made your heart ache.

“You don’t get to control everything, Daph,” you said gently. “You’re not weak because something broke.”

She shook her head, eyes glossy. “I’ve spent my whole life being reliable. In control. A wall. What kind of goalkeeper can’t even trust her own body?”

You reached out, brushing your fingers lightly along the curve of her shoulder.

“The kind that’s still human.”

She let out a breath, shaky and uneven. “They were counting on me, they still are counting on me, and now I have let them all down.” she managed to say whilst wiping her eyes.

“They will still rely on you Daph. This isn’t career ending baby.” you said, voice firmer now. “No one’s asking you to prove anything right now. They just want you to heal.”

Daphne finally looked at you, and for the first time since she got back, you saw it—the fear behind her eyes. Not of missing games. Not even of the pain.

Of being forgotten.

“I don’t want to disappear,” she whispered.

You slid closer, your hand finding hers, thumb tracing soothing circles over her knuckles.

“You won’t,” you said. “Not from your international duties, not from your team. Not from the fans. And never from me.”

She swallowed hard, blinking quickly, but the tears came anyway. You shifted until you were beside her, letting her lean her head into your shoulder, her breath warm and shaky against your neck.

For a while, there were no words—just the quiet weight of her grief, held gently in your arms, and after some time had passed and your girlfriend's breathing had calmed down you whispered into her hair.

“You’re not just a keeper, Daph. You’re a fighter. And when you’re ready, you’ll come back stronger. But until then… let me hold while it hurts.”

She nodded against you, a silent, fragile promise that maybe, just maybe, she’d let herself be vulnerable, just for now.

Because she didn’t have to stand tall tonight.

She just had to let herself be helped.

The crowd was a living, breathing storm.

Champions League semi-final. Second leg. Tied on aggregate. Extra time gone. And that only meant one thing.

Penalties.

And Daphne van Domselaar stood alone at the center of it.

You were frozen on your sofa, fists clenched against your chest, every muscle in your body tight with dread and hope. Her eyes, so calm from a distance, gave nothing away. But you knew what this moment meant to her. What it cost her to be here. The worries she would never play at this level again. The worries she would be forgotten.

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The first shot rifled past her—unsaveable.

1–0.

Arsenal converted their first. Then their second.

2–2.

Then it happened.

The third taker stepped up for the opposing team. A fast, low almost perfect shot. But it went wide.

And the noise of the stadium permeated through the TV and into your shared living room.

Your heart exploded at the sight of your girlfriend and her team slowly realising they held the advantage.

You stood before you realized you had, breath caught somewhere between a scream and a sob, and then…

Arsenal scored again.

Now it was down to the last shot. One save, and it was over. One save, and they were going to the final.

The striker ran up, aiming low again—but this time, she did it. She made the save.

Full-body dive, arms outstretched, ball hugged to her chest as she hit the ground.

Saved.

Arsenal were through.

Her teammates stormed the pitch. Everyone was shouting, jumping, grabbing her in celebration.

And then—

Your stomach dropped.

She didn’t get up right away.

When she did, it was slow. Controlled. Her right leg bore weight, but her left… dragged slightly.

You knew that limp. Subtle. But real.

Something was wrong.

Even as she smiled, even as she threw her arms around her teammates, you saw what no one else did—how her mouth twitched just slightly when she walked, how her gait wasn’t clean.

Panic bloomed cold and fast in your chest.

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The flash of cameras was blinding, but Daphne smiled anyway.

She stood in front of the Arsenal-branded backdrop, a mic in her face, lights glaring. The Champions League final loomed on the horizon, and she had just saved their place in it.

And everyone wanted to talk to her. How could they not, afterall she made the winning save to send Arsenal to a champions league final for the first time in 18 years.

“Daphne, incredible performance. You looked fearless in the shootout—how did that feel?”

She kept her shoulders square, her voice smooth. “I just focused on my training. Trusted my instincts. We’ve worked hard for this moment as a team. I’m proud of the girls.”

“Any injury concerns after that dive? You looked a little uncomfortable walking off…”

A pause. A smile. It was subtle, something nobody else would be able to pick up on. But you saw it. The way she grimaced in pain ever so slightly and the way she hesitated before answering as if to carefully plan her answer.

“Just a knock. Nothing serious. Part of the job.”

Laughter. Nods. The cameras loved it.

She gave them what they wanted: the hero keeper. Calm. Composed. Unshakable.

But as soon as the interviews were over and she stepped out of frame, the smile fell like glass off a shelf.

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The hotel room was quiet.

Too quiet.

Daphne sat on the edge of the bed, one sock off, ankle gently elevated on a folded towel. The ache was deeper now. Not unbearable—but insistent. Reminding her of last time.

She held her phone in both hands, fingers trembling just enough to miss the FaceTime button twice before it finally rang.

You answered in seconds.

Your face filled the screen, eyes soft, the familiar warmth in your expression nearly undoing her.

“Hi, baby,” you said, not knowing what kind of headspace she would be in. But that was it. Those two words had the ability to completely unravel Daphne’s tough persona, and something in her cracked.

She tried to reply, but the words caught in her throat. Her chest tightened like a vice. Her hands trembled harder now, and the image of your face began to blur.

“Daph?” you asked gently. “Hey. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

She shook her head, lips parted, breath shallow.

“I— I can’t—” Her voice broke. “It’s— I don’t know why I can’t breathe—”

She pressed her hand to her chest like she could slow the thunder in her ribs. “It’s fine, I told everyone it was fine, but what if it’s not? What if— what if I tore something again and I’m just lying to myself because I wanted this so bad and I can’t go through that again, I can’t—”

“Daphne,” you said firmly, voice grounding her like a rope thrown into stormy water. “You’re okay. You’re safe. Breathe with me.”

You were persistent in your efforts to calm her down but nothing seemed to be working.

“In… two, three… out… two, three…”

Your voice didn’t waver once, but you knew the moment the situation escalated.

Daphne’s breathing wasn’t just ragged—it became erratic. Her words jumbled, collapsing into shallow gasps. Her hand disappeared from the screen, and the phone began to tilt wildly, the image shaking. You saw the hotel room ceiling, then nothing but muffled sounds.

“Daphne?” you said, louder. “Hey—Daph, look at me!”

No response. Just the sound of her panic spiraling.

Your heart slammed into your ribs. You couldn’t reach her, couldn’t hold her, couldn’t do anything from this side of the screen.

You didn’t hesitate. You ended the call and immediately opened your contacts.

Kim Little.

She picked up after two rings. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“No,” you gasped. “It’s Daphne. She’s not okay—she’s having a panic attack. She’s in her room alone. She was on the phone with me and I—I think it’s bad, Kim. You need to go now.” You spoke out, breath catching. “Please hurry.”

“I’m going. Stay on the line.”

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You could hear everything.

Kim knocking, then unlocking the door with the team key card. The scuffle of footsteps. Then her voice, urgent but gentle.

“Daph? Hey, hey—it’s me. You’re okay. I’m here.”

More movement. A dropped phone. A gasp.

“Jesus—someone get the physio! Now!”

The next few minutes were agony. You were still on the line when the team medic’s voice came through, strained with concern.

“She’s not calming down, heart rate’s through the roof. We need to give her something to calm her down.”

You gripped the phone tighter, nodding even though they couldn’t see you.

“She’s scared. Her… Her ankle’s hurting again.” you managed to speak out, though nobody heard you.

And then your worst nightmare happened, the line went dead.

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An hour later, you got the call.

“She’s asleep now,” Kim calmly spoke to you. “The medics gave her a mild sedative to help her body calm down. She’s okay. Shaken, but ok.”

You exhaled for the first time in what felt like hours.

“Can I speak to to them?” you asked, voice trembling, but not from panic this time, rage was rising in its place.

“The medics? Of course.” Answered a slightly confused Kim as she passed the phone over.

You didn’t even wait for a polite greeting before speaking your mind.

“How the hell did you let this happen?”

A pause. “We didn’t know—”

“She was quite clearly in pain during that interview. She was barely walking off that pitch and you all smiled and called it a knock. And now she’s hyperventilating in a hotel room and you’re acting surprised?”

“She told us she was fine—”

“Because she was fucking scared! Because she’s brave and proud and desperate not to disappoint anyone! And your job isn’t to take her word for it, your job is to protect her. You’re the medical staff, not the PR team!”

Silence.

“She’s not fine. She hasn’t been since she came back from that last injury. And you let her walk out onto a pitch with fear in her chest. And now you’re telling me it’s her fault for not speaking up?”

“No, no one’s blaming her. We’re going to re-evaluate her in the morning”

“You should’ve evaluated her the second she came off that pitch!” you snapped.

There was nothing else to say. You hung up before they could offer a sterile apology.

That night, you barely slept. Your phone stayed beside you, screen dim but open, waiting for her name to light it up again. You kept picturing her—curled up, breathing shallow, brave face crumbling the moment she thought no one was watching. But the worst part for you was the fact nobody had stepped in. not until it was too late.

But you would. You always would.

She might be in a different city, even in a different country. She might be surrounded by staff and teammates and cameras certain to scrutinise her every move. But when it came to her health, her wellbeing and her happiness it was you.

You were the only one who saw past the brave face. The tough mask she wore in front of everybody else.

And you weren’t going to let her fall alone again.

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As always, I hope you enjoy it and i am open to any requests, advice or questions about my fics!!!

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jungwnies · 4 months ago

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tamed - max verstappen (2/4)

୨ৎ : pairing : max verstappen x fem!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis : after his big win, a social media blunder threatens their fragile peace, can quick thinking save the day?

୨ৎ : genre : romance, angst, humor ୨ৎ : tws : workplace stress, social media anxiety, mentions of anger and conflict ୨ৎ : wc : 816

part one | part two | part three | part four | epilogue

The Red Bull Racing headquarters buzzes with a nervous energy you haven't felt since your first day. Max, despite his initial hostility, has been surprisingly cooperative lately. He actually showed up to the photoshoot with the rescue kittens (and even managed to resist the urge to playfully flick one on the head when it batted at his nose, though you caught him giving it the side-eye afterwards). He even sat through a media training session without threatening to throttle the instructor (though he did "accidentally" spill his coffee on the poor guy's notes).

But you know it's a fragile peace. One wrong move, one misplaced word, and the fiery Max Verstappen you met on day one could reappear. You're determined to keep him on track, both literally and figuratively. You've been working tirelessly, crafting a PR strategy that balances his "authenticity" with the need to, well, not offend half the planet. It's a delicate dance, but you're starting to get the hang of it.

You've been subtly tweaking his social media presence, replacing the angry rants with photos of him training, interacting with fans (from a safe distance), and showcasing his surprisingly dry wit in carefully scripted interviews. You even managed to convince him to participate in a charity event, where he reluctantly interacted with adorable children and somehow managed not to scare them off (though you did catch him making faces at a particularly clingy toddler when he thought no one was looking).

But the real test comes with the race weekend.

The atmosphere is electric, the tension palpable. Max is a coiled spring, his focus laser-sharp. You watch him navigate the track with a mix of awe and anxiety, your heart pounding in sync with the roar of his engine.

And then, it happens.

He wins.

Not just a win, a dominant victory, leaving his rivals in the dust. He emerges from his car, a triumphant grin on his face, the roar of the crowd washing over him.

This is your moment.

You rush back to your makeshift office, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You have the perfect plan to capitalize on this victory, to showcase Max's talent and charisma to the world.

You've been collecting photos and videos all weekend, capturing Max's every move. You have shots of him strategizing with his engineers, interacting with fans, and celebrating with his team. You even have a hilarious clip of him attempting to assemble a cat tree for his cats, Jimmy and Sassy, who seem determined to sabotage his every move. (Jimmy bats at the dangling toys while Sassy strategically positions herself on the instruction manual, rendering it completely unreadable.)

You carefully curate the content, crafting a narrative that highlights Max's dedication, his passion, and his (somewhat) softer side. You write witty captions, select the perfect filters, and schedule the posts for maximum impact.

But amidst all the excitement, you make a critical error.

Hidden among the carefully chosen photos is that infamous picture from the team event – the one of Max mid-sneeze, looking like he just wrestled a bear and lost. You don't notice it, too focused on the bigger picture, the perfect PR strategy.

You hit "schedule" and lean back in your chair, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips. Mission accomplished.

You spend the rest of the day basking in the afterglow of Max's victory and your perfectly executed social media campaign. You even treat yourself to a celebratory glass of champagne (or two).

The next morning, you wake up to a barrage of notifications on your phone. You scroll through them, confused. Mentions of Max, Red Bull Racing, and... laughter?

You open Instagram and your blood runs cold.

The photo.

The dreaded, hilarious, utterly embarrassing photo of Max mid-sneeze, sandwiched between a picture of him spraying champagne on the podium and a heartfelt message to his fans.

Your heart plummets to your stomach.

You frantically try to delete the post, but it's already too late. The damage is done. The internet has exploded with memes, comments, and articles about "Sneezy Max."

You imagine Max's face, contorted not in a sneeze but in pure fury. You can practically hear him roaring your name, his voice echoing through the corridors of Red Bull Racing headquarters.

Just then, your phone pings with a text from Max.

"Care to explain yourself?" it reads, followed by a string of emojis that can only be interpreted as rage.

You take a deep breath and brace yourself for the inevitable fallout.

You rush to the Red Bull Racing headquarters, your mind racing. How are you going to explain this? What kind of excuse could possibly justify posting such an unflattering photo of your notoriously image-conscious boss?

You burst into Max's office, ready to grovel, beg for forgiveness, offer your resignation – anything to appease the storm you know is about to erupt.

And when you see him, you're taken aback.

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juustokaku · 5 months ago

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Confidentiality - Chapter 8. - yandere!ATEEZ OT8 x f!reader

Introduction: Joining a peer support group for mentally ill was a good idea for the last two times you were there. Then it's only natural for the third time to go well too, right?

Pairings: yandere!Hongjoong x reader, yandere!Seonghwa x reader, yandere!Yunho x reader, yandere!Yeosang x reader, yandere!San x reader, yandere!Mingi x reader, yandere!Wooyoung x reader, yandere!Jongho x reader

T/W: This story will include talk about mental health struggles such as body dysmorphia, paranoid thoughts and more. Possessive and obsessive behavior, stalking, manipulation, violence. Dark themes are to be expected. A brief situation of harassment (not by any of the members) in this chapter. A/N: Forgive me for the long wait! I hope the chapter won't be disappointing or incoherent... I like writing this story but my own judgmental thoughts honestly are a kill of joy. I'm happy to receive feedback, be it constructive criticism or positive words. I hope someone will enjoy this <3 Word count: 4 062 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Once again, you held the phone to your ear. The sound of the phone ringing was quiet and stable but it did not lessen your anxiety at all. Eventually it stopped ringing, leaving you in heavy silence.

Jongho hadn’t answered this time either. You had tried to call him at least 20 times in a span of couple days, but it was like he had disappeared from the face of the Earth. Despite being upset at him, you were more worried than you wanted to admit. You also missed him, his stoic nature, and the unexpected moments of sweetness.

Frustrated, you tossed the phone away. Was Jongho so childish and stubborn that he hid from you on purpose after you had kicked him out of your home? Or could he be in danger? You couldn’t help but feel bad for banishing him. That was how he probably wanted you to feel, but there was nothing to do about the feeling.

Spring, the season of hope and new beginnings, was near so the weather was warming up. Still, it was already late in the evening. The nights at that time of the year were still cold, and you grabbed a warm jacket; one that did not attract attention. You feared the possibility that some creep would notice and follow you in the dimly lit streets of the little city you lived in.

Maybe in another life you would have liked walks outside. But this world was evil. If you already hated being outside even in the daylight, when the moon rose on the sky, your senses were heightened to a maximum.

The walk to Jongho’s place wasn’t practically that long despite it being on a completely different area of the city. He actually lived in a house instead of a crappy, crampy apartment like you did.

You were always astonished by his house. It was of an appropriate size but screamed how rich he was. A slightly annoyed huff fell from your lips as you thought about how he had said you couldn’t go ice skating for it being too expensive. Dude lived in the most prestigious area of the city but complained about the cost of ice skating. The memory made you smile nonetheless.

There was a gate separating his yard and house from the street. You rang the doorbell on it, wishing sincerely he’d let you in or at least talk to you.

The weather wasn’t windy but you still felt cold. Maybe Jongho would see you shivering and let you in out of pity. That is if he was even alive anymore.

The house stood dark and tall in front of you, and the only thing separating you from Jongho was the gate. Your heart clenched at the unbearable thought of having lost him forever. Losing his friendship felt even harder knowing that you had never had much friends in the first place.

After 10 minutes, you walked away from the house, steps heavy with disappointment. You had driven Jongho away with your anger. It was difficult to remember in that moment that your anger had been completely justified. You just wanted to see Jongho again.

As if the situation hadn’t been depressing enough already, small, cool drops of water fell on your skin. Even the sky was crying with you.

You kept walking, bravely telling yourself that you didn’t care about the rain turning into a downpour. But eventually, it started bothering you too much. It was cold, wet and dark, and you felt yourself getting frustrated.

You found a shelter next to a small grocery store that was nearing its closing hours. Sure, it would have been wiser to go inside the store to warm up for a moment, but you were just going to stay in the shelter for a moment for the rain to stop.

Some people walked past you out of the store occasionally but you were too deep in your thoughts to pay attention to it. Then a voice of a man clearly talking to you snapped you out of it.

“Waiting for the rain to stop, huh?”

“Yeah,” you glanced at the man quickly, not wanting to give him too much attention.

Noticing that the middle-aged man was dressed up in dirty clothes and reeked of alcohol made you already uneasy. But the look in his dazed eyes was more concerning; he eyed you up and down, and smiled at you. It was not a kind nor inviting smile. It was a predatory smile flashed at you with yellow teeth.

“I can wait with you so you won’t be lonely.”

You felt your heartrate speed up. There was no way that man had good intentions with the way he shifted closer to you.

“Thanks, but there’s no need to... Your groceries should be taken to your fridge quickly before they get bad.”

Your attempt to politely refuse his offer didn’t work.

“Oh, sweet girl. Don’t worry, I don’t have any purchases that need immediate care,” the man grinned and moved closer once again to show the contents of his plastic bag.

It didn’t surprise you to find the bag was filled with beer bottles. You had to come up with a new excuse.

“What about your wife? She’s surely waiting for you already.”

“Hm? You’re prettier than her. Not so wrinkly and not always nagging about my drinking.”

You felt disgusted on so many levels; the man had no right to talk that way about his wife when he looked like a malformed abomination of a rat that had escaped from the sewers. Hell, no man should talk about their own wife like that, no matter the looks.

“A pretty girl like you deserves a man like me. Young men nowadays are so feminine and sensitive,” the man smirked arrogantly, “A true man knows his own power and how to use it to his advantage.”

Your hand slipped inside your pocket. It was not for warmth but for reaching the pepper spray. Everyone used to laugh at you for carrying that because you’d probably never have to use it. But you’d have the last laugh.

“What are you hiding in your pockets?” the man’s eyes were directed at your hands, a deep frown settling on his face.

“J-Just warming up my hands.”

“Bullshit. Are you trying to call the police on me?”

If you were afraid before, now you were definitely terrified. How could you even use the pepper spray when your hands were trembling in fear?

“You stupid bitch. What did I even do? Women don’t appreciate compliments these days anymore!” the man shouted angrily, and instead of standing lazily like before, he turned his body wholly towards you.

You couldn’t freeze in that moment. No way in hell were you going to let that man touch you.

But as you were about to pull the pepper spray from your pocket, a familiar voice caught both your and the man’s attention.

“Step away from her.”

Your head snapped into the direction of the voice, and you noticed; Yunho stood there, firm and commanding. For the first time in your life, you saw him in a good light. The long coat he wore could have been a superhero cloak, that’s how grateful you were.

“Who are you to command me like that?” the drunkard scoffed at Yunho.

But as Yunho walked closer, the man seemingly realized how much taller Yunho was, how much at disadvantage the man was.

“I’m telling you one last time to step away and leave immediately.”

“Pfft. What are you? A policeman?” the man attempted to assert dominance and show off his fragile masculinity.

“In fact, I am. Although I’m off-duty, I have a couple weapons with me,” Yunho said, clearly not intimidated at all, “I won’t shoot you but I can guarantee that getting tazed doesn’t feel pleasant either.”

To emphasize his words, Yunho pulled out a taser and swung it in his hands. The other man’s defiant expression morphed into a pathetic look of fear.

“Sorry, man. I’ll go,” the man rushed away like there was a tail between his legs.

You looked at Yunho with admiration. Even the guilt for doubting his intentions and nature before didn’t shake your mind at that moment; you just needed desperately to show your appreciation for him.

Still, the best you could do was look at Yunho with wide eyes and utter a few words.

“Thank you.”

Yunho smiled, looking almost giddy when you talked to him, “I just did my duty.”

“Your duty as a policeman?”

“Yes, but mostly my duty as your personal protector.”

A little giggle left your lips at Yunho’s comment. There was a warm feeling of gratitude in your chest. Yunho had never been a bad man after all although acting quite weirdly occasionally.

“I’m more than just grateful. You saved me from a dangerous situation.”

Yunho’s cheeks flushed and an adorable, sheepish smile spread on his lips. Having been always suspicious of him, you hadn’t realized before how sweet he looked every time you talked to him.

“Let me walk you home. You must be scared after meeting that creep,” Yunho extended his hand out for you. In his other hand he held an umbrella which had a Spiderman print.

What was the worst thing that could happen if you took his hand in yours?

You felt like the company of a man who had proven his good intentions would bring you safety on your way home. You grabbed Yunho’s large hand in yours, feeling comforted yet a little nervous.

“So, you like Spiderman?”

Yunho chuckled at your question. He seemed overjoyed to walk hand-in-hand with you even though it was raining cats and dogs.

“He’s what I want to become. A hero.”

You smiled softly and couldn’t resist the temptation to say something corny, “You’re already my hero.”

Yunho laughed heartily and glanced at you. His eyes were twinkling, replacing the stars that couldn’t be seen that night due to the clouded sky.

“What are you doing out this late anyways?” he inquired.

The air felt a little colder again as your thoughts wandered to Jongho.

“Jongho has disappeared. I’ve tried to contact him but there’s no answer,” you revealed, “I went to his house tonight in hopes of finding him there, but it’s like he’s avoiding me.”

Something flickered in Yunho’s eyes for a split second before a thoughtful look set on his face. He squeezed your hand a little.

“That must be rough. He’s your boyfriend after all.”

“Well, not anymore. There was an incident that led to me breaking up with him,” you muttered.

The man next to you nodded and spoke again, “I can help you find him. I’m a policeman, you know? We may not have enough reason to report him as missing, but I have my knowledge of finding missing people as my offer.”

Yunho’s hand may have been warm but the smile on his face was even warmer; it comforted you.

When the two of you eventually stood at your doorstep, Yunho’s reluctance to let go of your hand was clear. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed in concern.

“Are you okay? The man must have scared you badly.”

You let go of Yunho’s hand to pull the pepper spray out of your pocket.

“You’re my favorite hero but this one will come in handy sometimes too,” you chuckled.

Yunho smiled, “Just call me whenever you need help with anything. And I mean anything.”

You offered your phone for Yunho to type in his number. Suddenly, he frowned.

“Why is your home screen wallpaper a picture of you and Yeosang?” he asked, voice a few degrees colder than before.

It was strange to see that sweet man get so worked up over a simple picture.

“Yeosang is practically my only friend. I like to have a reminder of that now I have someone to rely on.”

The embarrassment in your voice was clear as you were forced to explain your sad situation of friendships. At least Yunho’s expression softened.

“I’ll be your friend from now on. Make sure to spend time with me... and change that wallpaper,” Yunho spoke.

The next week Jongho wasn’t at the group therapy meeting. Just like the week before, he was gone, leaving you worried. But at least now you had someone who would be able to help search for him.

The room felt so empty without him but no-one else seemed to care.

Charlotte didn’t even question Jongho’s absence that time, just moving straight to the activities of the day.

“Find yourself a pair,” Charlotte guided with a mysterious smile, “I won’t tell you what the activity is yet.”

Wooyoung and San paired up immediately, and Seonghwa and Hongjoong glanced at each other in agreement. They had found their cliques, the person who they got along with the best. It was beyond your understanding though how someone as sweet as Seonghwa could like Hongjoong.

You didn’t even have time to get up from your seat when Yunho had appeared in front of you like out of thin air. You felt a little intimidated and small while he stood over you, but the fear you used to feel around him was gone. He was just a gentle giant, the hero who had saved you from a situation that could have escalated.

“Be my pair,” Yunho requested.

His request was tempting but there was someone else standing a little farther away, looking at you longingly; it was Yeosang.

“I think Yeosang wants-”

“Please,” Yunho said, voice soft and almost vulnerable.

You didn’t want to betray Yeosang but Yunho’s sad look tugged at your heartstrings. It didn’t take too long for you to give an apologetic look to Yeosang and a nod for Yunho.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Yeosang walk over to Mingi and pair up with him. You’d apologize to Yeosang later.

Yunho sat down next to you, his long legs brushing against yours briefly. Now that he was sitting next to you just like the first time you met, he seemed satisfied.

“The topic of today is relationships to other people. Discuss with your partner about the person who has the most meaning in your life right at this moment,” Charlotte revealed the task.

That was the hardest topic for you so far. There had never been much people to start with who would have cared about you as you cared about them. It was a curse to love but to be unable to be loved. Sometimes you wished upon the stars that you could stop caring about people. However, no matter how much you cried after lost friends, the universe just brought more people to lose into your life.

Maybe that’s why Jongho’s disappearance bothered you so much. Losing another friend was expected but the way he had completely vanished was slowly breaking you apart. You couldn’t help but blame yourself. It had been completely justified to kick him out of your apartment that day he threw the plate on Yeosang’s face; you shouldn’t feel ashamed.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

Yunho’s voice brought you back on Earth, saving you from your drowning thoughts.

You might have lost Jongho’s friendship but you gained Yunho’s. It was just the matter of time when you’d mess up that situation as well.

“I’m okay. I was just thinking what to talk about in this topic,” your smile was weak yet reassuring enough.

“If it helps you, I can go first,” Yunho suggested.

At your nod, Yunho began to talk about the person who meant the most to him. His eyes practically shined like he was passionate about the chance to finally tell you about the love of his life.

“There’s a woman who stole my heart a couple years ago. I haven’t been able to think about anyone else after she caught my attention.”

It was honestly adorable to hear Yunho ramble about the woman. A hint of jealousy gnawed at your insides; for someone to love you like Yunho loved the woman was a dream.

“The way she walked out of the police station, the way she talked to the other officers, scared and needing help... It made me realize the meaning of my life isn’t to protect all the people. It’s to protect her.”

Yunho was clearly devoted. His words were sweet at first. The way he talked about her was a clear indication of how much she had affected his life. But suddenly his words took a slightly darker turn.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe and happy in my arms. It doesn’t matter if I have to burn her house or the whole world as long as she runs to me for safety,” Yunho spoke, his voice loving, the complete opposite of his words.

“Wow, she’s one lucky girl,” you chuckled nervously.

Surely Yunho must have meant it as a joke. He was a man of justice, not an arsonist.

“She’s my lucky girl,” Yunho smiled softly at you, “So, who is the person you hold dear to your heart?”

You still hadn’t come up with a good answer. The only friends you had in that moment were Yeosang and Yunho, but you knew neither of them well enough. Jongho had grown quite close with you, at least you liked to think so, but he was gone now.

“I don’t really have people who are close to me,” you admitted reluctantly, feeling unsure if you should tell these kinds of things.

“Just say anyone.”

“Well, I think Yeosang is the closest to me right now.”

Yunho’s encouraging smile turned into a frown. It baffled you; there was always a chance that you could be the woman Yunho loved, but he had mentioned having met her a couple years ago already.

“Yeosang? Why him?”

“I think he’s kind to me, and we’ve hung out a lot.”

Your murmured explanation didn’t satisfy Yunho. It was obvious how hard he tried to control his facial expressions, to hide how upset he was.

“Haven’t I been kind to you?” Yunho inquired.

“Yes, you have but-”

“Did you change your wallpaper yet?”

“I-I forgot,” as soon as you answered, Yunho grabbed your purse and started going through the contents of it.

Your eyes widened as he took the matter of changing your wallpaper into his own hands. He was rummaging through your little bag, and you couldn’t let that happen. A woman’s purse was a private thing, especially when that woman was slightly paranoid at the excuse of valued safety.

“Hey! Give it back,” you reached for your purse.

Yunho didn’t care and kept taking things out of it, letting them fall to the floor. Some makeup, a hairbrush and wallet were already in everyone’s sight.

“Yunho, give Y/N her bag back, please,” Charlotte finally tried to stop the situation but her spineless words meant nothing to Yunho.

You tried desperately to gather your things before anything too personal would be revealed, but Yunho just kept throwing things out.

“What is this?” Wooyoung grabbed an object from the floor, inspecting it in his hand.

Your face heated up at the sight of Wooyoung holding something private. Gazing at him angrily from the floor, you were about to demand him to give it back.

“That’s a woman diaper!” Mingi exclaimed, shocked at the unbelievable, astonishing, mind-blowing sight of a menstrual pad.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. All your stuff on the floor for everyone to see and judge, and now Wooyoung and Mingi had humiliated you with their discovery.

“No, Mingi. That is called a menstrual pad,” Charlotte spoke softly like talking to a child.

You wished Jongho was there to knock some sense into everyone. Most likely, he wouldn’t have even done that, but you liked to believe he would have defended your honor. The honor that went down the drain like your appreciation and respect for Yunho.

San snatched the pad from Wooyoung’s hands, clearly frustrated. With no hesitation he walked to you and kneeled down on your level.

“Let me help you,” he said quietly and gave you the pad.

It was just a mere hygiene product, but to you, it felt like he was giving the prettiest flower bouquet ever. In your moment of helplessness, he had wanted to help you.

San started gathering the objects from the floor to their rightful place, your purse. His lips were pressed tightly together like he was feeling annoyed.

“You don’t have to help if you don’t want to,” you spoke quietly, feeling exhausted because of the emotional rollercoaster.

“I want to help,” he looked up a little to give you a gentle smile, “What kind of a person would I be if I didn’t?”

“Apparently the kind everyone else is.”

San chuckled at your bitter mumble. You could see he was holding back his own irritation to calm you down.

Soon, Yeosang joined in to help you and San. You were grateful for those two; the only people in the room you respected. Seonghwa had the potential to be one of those as well, but his friendship with Hongjoong made you mentally avoid him.

Once all your belongings were back in the purse, you turned to Yunho. It was hard to be angry at people whether you knew them well or not; if you knew someone well, you were afraid they’d leave you and if you didn’t know them well, you were afraid they’d be violent. That’s why expressing your feelings of hurt felt dangerous.

You snatched your phone away from Yunho. Surprisingly, the wallpaper hadn’t been changed.

“Why is the wallpaper still the same?” you were gritting your teeth as you spoke.

“I couldn’t unlock your phone,” Yunho’s expression turned guilty, “Look, I’m sorry-”

“Save it. I’m going home.”

You had gone through that terrible moment just for Yunho to not even change your wallpaper. Sure, you should have been glad he couldn’t unlock your phone, but it felt somehow so futile.

As you rid the bus home, you couldn’t help but think; the group therapy didn’t feel helpful or healing at all. You had found Yeosang and Jongho through it, but at what cost? One of the members was a stalker for God’s sake.

Speaking of which, you hadn’t noticed much signs of the stalker in the near days. Would it have been naive to think that fake dating Jongho could have scared him away? Probably yes.

You got off the bus and started making your way back to home. Usually, it was darker at that time of the day, but the seasons were changing. You wished you could change too. You wished you could put an end to your sickness and struggles, to live a normal life, so you wouldn’t have to deal with the sickos at the group therapy.

Maybe it was time to stop going to the therapy. You’d rather live without the social assistance of the government than step inside the nightmarish room of armchairs and supposedly therapeutic talk again.

As you arrived at your door, you reached into your purse like you did every day. A twinge of panic twitched inside your chest as you couldn’t find your keys. They were most likely just deeper inside the purse, and you’d have to look again.

But no matter how much you searched, the keys weren’t there in your purse, jingling like they always did. There was no sight of them even when you emptied the whole purse.

You were positive you, Yeosang, and San had picked up all the objects from the floor. All your other belongings were with you but the keys were gone. It would have been more pleasant if the damn pad had been left behind, but now you were denied the access to your own apartment.

It was possible that someone took your keys when they were still on the floor.

But now the most important thing was to find a place you could sleep at. You didn’t trust your neighbors and you couldn’t afford a hotel room. After some thinking you realized your only option was to beg Yeosang to let you sleep in his apartment. Such a splendid idea to have a sleepover with a man you met in a therapy group for mentally ill. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <- Chapter 7. Chapter 9. -> Masterlist ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Taglist: @devilzliaison @lover-with-dolar-sign-is-a-loser @passerbyforfun @gigikubolong29 @peqchplvto

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