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thyln4gf · 29 days

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Darling, can I?

✞ Confusing feelings - youre both lost, stuck and thinking about each other after the hookup. But its not a one-night stand if it turns into two, right?

✞ Word count - 1898

✞ I have synesthesia! Heres 5 songs that i associate with this fic - "favorite" - Isabel LaRosa, "bad idea!" - Girl In Red, "attention" - Charlie Puth, "eat your young" - Hozier, "meddle about" - Chase Atlantic.

✞ Warnings - smut, mentions of alcohol.

✞ Lando Norris x reader

Whiskey, expensive cologne, and dizzying passion.

Thats what he reminded you of. The image of him was burned into your brain permanently. Whenever whiskey washed over your tongue, memories of him would flash before your eyes. The way he had his tongue deep down your throat, mercilessly fighting with yours. The subtle flavour of whiskey and the cologne he used numbed your senses, almost making you forget your own name. No one has brought you to the heights he has by simply kissing you. No one, ever. And all that happened only once - yet, you couldnt help but let your mind linger on the memory. You kept it close to your chest, like something sweet and sacred. But you thought that he didnt feel the same - and you spent hours thinking about it. He was a famous figure, after all. You probably were just another pretty looking doll to him, something he could play with once and throw away. But did you care? No, not really. You knew that you could easily get anyone else. If you wanted to, that is.

Initially, Lando thought the exact same thing. That you were a pretty thing that he particularly enjoyed playing around with for a night. But, after you, hooking up with women simply didnt feel the same. He kept thinking of you and your scent. The way you looked at him (that look in your eyes was enough to make any mans knees buckle), and the way you made him feel. He was starting to regret his actions, as he found his heart making even more space for you and the feelings for you that have been bubbling up to the surface.

Today was no different - he was staring up at the ceiling, contemplating his life choices. It was approximately 7am, and all he could think about was you. Even when the pretty looking miss barbie he had in his bed tried talking to him - he found himself getting distracted. You just had a way of drawing people in, and barely even noticing it.

And, before he knew it, he was up on his feet, getting ready to leave the house. He had already escorted the blondie out of the door, and that was his last straw - as soon as the distraction left his space... he *had* to go and see you. He wasnt so sure if you would accept him, though. He felt like an ass. He used you and threw you away like something disposable. And he was sure that it was an uncomfortable experience to spot him out and about - monaco wasnt that huge, after all.

"Fucking hell..." he muttered under his breath, as he was currently failing to button up his shirt - his hands were shaking more than ever. He knew that you had options, and that so did he. But he was almost desperate to hold you in his arms.

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You were having another slow morning - the weight of your responsibilities was slowly, but surely, weighing you down. You had pulled yet another all nighter - your body is currently powered by hopes, prayers, and a load of canned caffeine. You were surprised by how you were still pulling through.

You were currently walking around with a textbook in your hands, hoping that the walking part is going to trick your body into staying awake. And it was actually working, honestly - despite your legs feeling like pieces of stone. The house was pretty quiet, too. One of the things that made you cherish living alone - peace and quiet.

But thats until you heard your doorbell ring. You werent expecting anybody, it was a Tuesday morning... you put the book down onto the kitchen table, and start making your way towards the front door.

You had a horrible habit of opening the door without peeking through the little hole. And you should have, atleast this time - because none other than Norris himself has made his appearance. You werent expecting such a sight, and so early. You werent expecting him to squeeze himself right past you into your house, either.

"What the fu - hello?" You calmly call out to him, your voice laced with confusion. However, you dont question it much, and close the door behind you. Lando almost looks grateful as you do so - almost as if he was expecting for you to kick him out.

He looks into your eyes, just like that. You can see him briefly licking his lips, and one of his hands going to the back of his neck, rubbing it. He looks away and takes a deep breath, before he can even say anything else. He had 'im nervous and overwhelmed' written all over him, in capital letters. But what is it? Only the sight of him made your heartbeat accelerate a tiny bit.

"I wanted to - ohhh..." he tries to speak up, but he sees you stepping closer to him. Your movements made him freeze in his spot. His breath got caught in his throat. In all honesty... when he looked into your eyes, all he could think about was that one night you spent together, and his confusion about his feelings towards you amplified. Your movements were slow enough to almost feel agonising, making him want to snap and break his composure.

Neither of you say a word, nothing. All he could see was you, and all you could see was him. You could almost imagine how his hot breath would feel on your neck, and in... other places.

But, besides your own thoughts, him struggling to breathe, and the distant ticking of the clock somewhere in the house, nothing else could be heard. The clock almost felt like a ticking bomb, a countdown of seconds until one of you snapped. Both of you knew what was coming a long, long time ago. It was just a question of when.

The silly little staring contest continued. But Lando couldnt keep to himself for much longer - he almost lunges towards you, planting his lips on yours like he was a drowning man, desperately trying to come up for air. You cant even describe the noise that just left your throat, though it was definitely one of surprise. But you quickly found yourself kissing him back, your hands immediately burying themselves into his hair, his snaking around your waist.

You both start losing yourselves, and pretty fast. All the energy and the longing spilled out, sending a wave of electricity throughout your body. You spent the past couple of weeks trying to ignore those thoughts. That maybe, just maybe - you liked him. Each and every of your doubts melted with zero effort as soon as you felt him squeeze your body against his, his fingertips clinging onto your clothes, desperately.

You werent sure of the speed you wanted this to be. As if sensing your confusion, Lando slips his arms a little lower, them now being wrapped around your hips. He didnt want to waste any time, nor he liked to do that. Suddenly, the feeling of being carried takes over - Lando has picked you up, and is about to pin you against the wall with his body.

The intensity he kisses you with increases as your body makes contact with the wall. You can feel his every muscle, hear all the sounds he's making. Hell, you think that you can even hear his heartbeat. You can feel a bite or two he makes on your lips, but youre too far gone for your brain to register it properly.

His body presses against you even harder, the feeling making you moan. You hear him chuckle - he's rather happy that he gets to see the wild side of you - youre always so calm, so... collected. He liked to joke that you were a rock in your past life. His hands leave your hips, now roaming all over your body. He always liked to explore - and this wasnt an exception.

Eventually, his hands start slipping under your shirt. His fingertips are a little calloused and rough from all the training and racing, but his palms were soft. His fingertips were still a little chilly from the air outside, and his palms felt almost disgustingly warm. The contrast between the textures and temperatures makes you shiver with pleasure. You cant help but imagine what they would feel like if he put them down your pants.

If you didnt believe in being able to read someone elses mind before... You were about to. Because you suddenly felt one of his hands slip lower, and lower, and lower. From your chest, down to your stomach, and down to the waistband of your pants. But he doesnt go further, for now - he pulls away slightly, to look up at you, his eyes filled with anticipation. He clearly wanted to ask if you really wanted this, for your permission to go further. He just couldnt find the right words - a part of him was scared as well.

You didnt know what to say either. You always struggled with talking about your feelings, leaving alone... these. All you could manage was crash your lips back onto his, even harder than before. A surprise groan leaves Landos throat, a moan - yours. He understood your message well, or so he hoped. He didnt want to misunderstand anything, even worse - hurt you.

His hand does end up in your pants, starting to slowly rub in all the right places. And, right at that moment, you can feel your brain disconnect from your own body - its almost like you were suddenly working on autopilot. You were almost ashamed to admit, but you could already feel yourself getting close. Something about him felt nothing like you have ever felt before, in all the right ways - his touch overwhelmed and turned you on at the same time.

Lando could feel your back trying to arch, and hear your moans getting louder. He smirks to himself - that didnt take long, he thought. Even faster than he would usually finish in.

The orgasm reaches you just seconds after. The wave felt hot, melting your insides and your inner thighs, as you moan into his mouth. Oh yeah, right - you two never stopped kissing each other during all of this. You simply couldnt be bothered to leave each others embrace. Well, you were basically forced, still pinned against the wall - but you didnt have any complaints. You barely had it in you to kiss him back anymore.

And he could feel it. He felt it. He pulled his face away from yours just a little, making eye contact with you. His hand that was in your pants just now comes up to his face, starting to lick the fingers clean. All while never losing the eye contact. For the first time in awhile, the sight in front of you made you blush.

Seeing your reaction, he chuckled, again. You were adorable. He hesitates slightly before speaking up.

"Could I be your favourite, darling? Can i?" He asks you, in the most gentle tone you have ever heard. The thought of it only makes you smile like an idiot.

'Youll know when you find the one', they said. And you always thought of it as bullshit. But right now? You were proved wrong. You were staring into this mans eyes and you could see the world.

Your favourite.

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tangerinesilk · 9 months

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－ I CAN SEE YOU : TANGERINE X FEM!READER

tangerine is going on a solo mission… well, at least he thinks he is. with lemon missing by his side, he’s left with one other option that is supposed to make his job easier. unfortunately for him, you’re not the easiest to work with. stubborn, strong-minded and feisty. you’re both so alike yet nothing has made your bloods boil more than each other.

rating ✷ r (18+ minors dni!)

warnings ✷ (very quick) smut: fem receiving, kisses all over bodies, a needy but quick hj, p in v, dirty talk, praising, implied rough (consensual) sex / others: cursing, drinking alcohol, mention and use of guns and violence, male hurting female (?) but not between main characters, mentions of blood and wounds.

tropes ✷ enemies to lovers!!!, person a is all talk no bite + person b knows that but still pushes them, playful banter, hiding together in small spaces, fake dating (?), if one is hurt– the other goes a bit crazy, says ‘i dont care’ then cares 5 seconds later.

word count ✷ 6k!

songs that fit the vibe ✷ i can see you - taylor swift | moth to a flame - swedish house mafia + the weeknd | king of my heart - taylor swift | attention - charlie puth | nonsense - sabrina carpenter

a/n ✷ so i made a poll a months ago and this trope + pairing won! i’ve honestly been wanting to write a dave lizewski one as well and got a request idea. so.. we will see lmao. i will probably post then maybe edit later if there's still things i don't like... also, if you couldn't tell but im kind of a swiftie so i will love to write fics inspired by whole ass albums y'all.

but i hope this is what u guys expected and wanted. i actually do love writing for tangerine. just gives into my delulu thoughts. also, if you guys would like a plain pwp fic and not all of this fluff and dialogue stuffed inside, pls let me know bc i am definitely into that idea. 🫡

“You had to go and get yourself shot… then you wonder why you have to wear a bulletproof vest. Fuckin’ hell.”

Tangerine kept his voice at a hushed tone, basically talking under his breath as he strutted through the grand hall of the hotel. Golden light glossed over his figure, passing by couples who were at standing tables with their cocktails.

“Well, Thomas said-”

“Thomas didn’t say shit. Don’t get me fuckin’ started now.”

Lemon already knew Tan was in a bad mood. Another Thomas the Tank Engine factoid wasn’t a playful move right now.

“Hey, mate. Don’t get all fussy wit’ me. You’re just mad about your new partner for the night.” Lemon rolled his eyes.

“Can’t believe I can’t be held accountable of myself. I can handle it on my own but you had to call the fuckin’ princess-”

“She’s good. Your denial is obnoxious, bruv. It’s only a night, you get in and get out.” Lemon replied, holding his wounded side as he laid in his bed back in England, “What happened between you two that you’ve got beef like this?”

“No time to explain nor do I have the patience.” He arrived at the small bar to the side of the room, “If I leave her behind, can I take half the pay that’s supposed to be hers?” Tangerine asked.

“She’s supposed to be wearing a red dress. You’ll see her there… and please don’t cause a scene.” His brother begged.

“No promises.” He replied before hanging up.

Tangerine blows a sigh past his lips, quickly asking for his drink of choice before scanning the mass of people around him. His blue eyes could only search so fast for the man that the hit was called on, causing him an instant frustration when he’s already worried about you ruining things regardless of how long you’re together.

“He’s next to the woman in the tacky gold ballgown… about two feet away from the ice sculpture.” Your soft voice suddenly spoke next to him, “But, I didn’t need to tell you that, right?”

The smirk on your face burned at his nerves and you noticed the clench in his jaw.

“Well, if it isn’t the fuckin’ Queen herself.” He said in a stern tone, “What? Germany was too borin’ for ya? Had to figure out a way to ruin someone’s operation?”

“Lemon is the one who called me in, and it isn’t about you. It’s about the pay out… you’re bound to screw something up with your ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ tactic.” You trailed, rolling your eyes as you turned your head away.

“And I’m certainly not afraid to use that tonight and not your fucked up, painfully long mind games like some fuckin’ psycho thilling killer.” He spat as his drink was place in front of him.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Fuck you.”

“Darling, I’m flattered, but we have more important things to do right now.” He lowly groaned, purposefully looking at his target so his back was facing toward you.

Behind his tall stature, you glimpsed past his shoulder and saw your target chatting up a woman.

He won’t be smiling for long, you thought.

“Alright, I’ll wait for him to slip away, follow him and you go through the kitchen.” Tangerine said under his breath, keeping quiet for only you to hear him.

“To go where?” You ask, walking around him to stand face to face.

“Erm…” He sighed, “Whatever car or vehicle you got here in, drive yourself back to whatever place you’re staying and I’ll figure out how to wire you the money.” He shrugged, downing the rest of his drink.

He took a step but you placed your hand on the center of his chest, “Not so fast. I’m not going down if you make a mess of this.”

“I don’t make messes. Well, actually, I get away with them once I’ve done ‘em so, I don’t need to worry about a liability.” Tangerine smirked, a bit of a tilt to his head. Cheeky bastard.

“The only liability here is the one who is ready to pull the trigger in his back.” You said before huffing, “I’m not sorry for what happened in Paris, but that was my choice. So, I’m going with you because it’s our operation. You know… I don’t need a fucking helping hand either.” You practically growled.

The two of you held a long gaze, creating a tense eye contact before he sighed, “Didn’t even say anythin’ about Paris, but if you’d like to assume I’m still mad ‘bout that, be my guest, princess.”

His shoulder bumped yours, making you clench your jaw before quickly following behind his tall stature. While he seemed persistent, you grabbed his hand which made him stop in his tracks in the middle of the dance floor.

He turned, “Am I your babysitter?”

“No, you’re my date. Hold my hand, you idiot.” Your eyes pierced through his.

As he looked down at your hand, he slowly grasped it, your fingers intertwining with one another’s before he proceeded through the glamorous crowd.

Couples swayed and waltzed between each step you took, assuming you were unnoticed by your target. Tangerine kept his eyes on him, easy to with the frosty-white full head of hair he had slicked back. The woman in the tacky dress ran her hand down his shoulder, pressing her lips to his ear to whisper something which made you and Tangerine veer to the side at a standing table.

“Are they movin’?” He asked, facing his back toward them.

Your eyes smoothly shift, taking a quick glance at the assumed couple. You ran your hand down Tangerine’s arm, accidentally feeling how toned his bicep was through the thick fabric of his suit jacket. You almost glanced down, wanting to give another squeeze before clearing your throat. A heat rose on your cheeks as you turned your head to face away from him.

“Y-Yeah, near the bathroom. There’s also a backdoor that leads up to the second floor… lots of private rooms for reasons that are obvious.” You said in a hushed tone, moving away from him to the other side of the table.

“Alright, since you wanna tag along, I’ll follow them and you cover the door.” Tangerine suggested once again.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “You do understand what teamwork is, yes?”

He chuckled, “Yes, I go up there, shoot a few rounds, then we make a getaway.”

“Will you just trust me?”

“Your trust means nothing… I need to know you’re not going to fuck anything up. Just like in Paris.”

You smirked, “So you do have that against me.”

“Well, it’s not like it was your best. Leave me with a shot in the arm, Lemon on the ground and you, little miss greed, get away with your cash. If we all did this job for money, we wouldn’t be riskin’ our lives just runnin’ around killin’ or resucin’ people just for someone’s dime. You obviously do though.”

You narrowed your eyes, “You don’t know me…”

“Nor do you know me so…” He huffed, “Let’s just do what we have to do.”

There was tension between you, as if there was more fo a protective instinct than hate toward one another. You couldn't figure out Tangerine’s deal. Why was he so hostile toward you? Yes, what happened in Paris was fucked up, but he wasn’t the type to hold a grudge. He didn’t take shit from anyone, so why were you getting under his skin?

“Shit!” He grunted under his breath, seeing your target disappear into the hall.

The two of you hurry, yet still try to act casual to not raise eyebrows, and exit into the same hallway. As you push open the door, you hear the two talking in the stairwell before another door closes.

“You got your gun on you?” He asked as his hand slid into the back of his pants.

“Of course.” You scoffed, tearing up the slit in your dress. He saw the small pistol strapped to your thigh, making his mouth a bit dry.

He nodded, “Good…”

Taking a quick breath, Tangerine opened the door. You slipped through and he followed behind, your backs facing one another as you scanned the hallway. It wasn’t narrow but if anyone slipped out of one of the rooms, they were right in your sights.

“I’ll take this one, you take that one.” He whispered, pointing his gun to the opposite door of his.

With your heart in your throat, you slowly crack the door open and don’t see anyone before a body flies from behind and slammed the door open from Tangerine’s side. The woman lied dead on the floor, blood all over his dress, and just as you turned around, a punch slid across your cheek.

Instinctively, you ducked to dodge the second jab and swoop under to get on the other side of the man as Tangerine wrapped his arms around the guy to pull him to the ground.

Tan loudly grunted as he tried to gain control, basically attempting to straddle him in order to push his arm against his neck. Even with all his strength, the man gripped his hands around Tangerine’s arms to throw him off along with trying to push his knee between his crotch.

“Watch the door!” Tan directed to you.

You nodded, catching your breath with your back against the wall by the door. The adrenaline ran through your veins and heard your heartbeat in your ears as one tear of blood dripped down your cheek. The crack of bones made you turn your head, seeing the man’s body go limp as Tan began to stand over him.

He quickly walked over the man, as if he was in the way, and comes to your side.

“He nicked you bad. Lemme see.” Tan said, your eyes meeting his as he held your cheek. The touch of his hand seemed to be some comfort, his thumb wiping the blood away and trying to see how bad the wound was.

“Bastard.” He muttered, “C’mon, let’s go before someone comes up.”

Without a word in, he grabbed your hand and dragged you behind his lead. You two headed for the exit door down the other side of the hall as you heard footsteps rumble from the other stairs you came up.

“Wait a minute.” Tan said, fiddling with his belt buckle.

Your eyes widen, “What on earth are you doing?”

He smirked, “Relax, darling. You flatter yourself too much.”

You rolled your eyes as the sound of his belt slid against the fabric of his belt loops before curling the leather strap around the door to keep it locked. The two of you fled down the stairs and suddenly found yourselves in the kitchen area. A few eyes followed as you both ran through, very obvious that you were running from something, but still aimed to get to some kind of exit.

With sudden luck, Tangerine saw his car across the street, instantly knowing which way he was supposed to go. Without skipping a beat, he grabbed your hand once more and the two of you ran across the street. Hopping into the passenger seat and Tan taking off was like a blur, just happening in seconds.

“Y/N?” Tan saying your name woke you from your trance.

“Huh?” You asked, shaking your head.

He quickly turned his head, “You alright?” He said with concern, one hand on the steering wheel and his foot easing off the gas.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay. I don’t know what happened back there.” You trailed, a bit embarrassed. You were never one to let your guard down, well– enough to get hit right smack in the face.

“Are you sure?”

You turned your attention to him, “I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” You asked rhetorically.

“‘Cause of that big cut on your cheek.”

You narrowed your eyes, “Alright, what’s your big plan now, Einstein? Were just going to sleep in your car and hope we don’t wake up decapitated?”

He half-chuckled, “You truly think so little of me, don’t you?”

“Is that rhetorical?”

Tan rolled his blue eyes, “We’re goin’ somewhere safe.”

– – –

You wanted to believe you were strolling into some kind of trap. The lobby had a classic aesthetic to it, pale gold wallpaper and a wall of keys behind the person at the small front desk. You two placed your go-bags on the red carpeted ground as Tangerine checked into a room.

“Hello Mr. Tangerine.”

Oh, great. He’s some guest of honor here.

“‘Ello, Colin. My usual room.”

“Is that what you say in front of all the girls?” You tilted your head, standing behind him.

He rolled his eyes, “‘Cuse her.”

The man chuckled, crinkles by his eyes, “How many nights are you staying this time?”

This time. You could scoff out loud but you didn’t want to hear the tude from him.

“Just overnight. Nothin’ too serious.”

“Well, enjoy your stay, as always.” The man nodded before Tangerine thanked him.

The two of you head toward the old elevator, watching him quickly press the up button before you stand by his side. You half chuckled, “I’ve never seen you act so kindly toward anyone, tell me, does he see you bring girls through here all the time or-”

“Has anyone ever told you to shut your pie hole?”

“Hmm, not verbally. But, those eyes of your say enough for me… you’re too predictable, sometimes, Tan.”

He gave you a lingering look as the door opened, passing him into the elevator. The two of you make your way to the fifth floor and the hall is eerily quite for a hotel full of private contractors and assassins. You had your hands behind your back then patiently waited for Tangerine to jiggle the key into the lock, opening a door to a huge room with a surprisingly wide view.

“You’d think the curtains were closed.” You muttered as he walked over, closing them anyways.

Suddenly, he stripped from his suit jacket and you couldn’t help but see how tight his button up was around his biceps and chest.

“Did you get that a size too small?” You ask as you chunk your heels into the corner.

“Well, I certainly can’t kill fuckin’ bloaks wearing baggy clothes now.”

“But, you can in a three piece suit?” You cocked your eyebrow.

He licked his lips, “As if your dress is a flexible material.” Tangerine said as he pulled his rings off, placing them on the night stand.

“I can say the same for your pants.”

Tangerine wanted to look down but didn’t give into your comment. You place your bag down on the bed, grabbing your silk pajamas nearly folded on top and changed in the bathroom.

“God, just go to bed. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.” You somewhat groaned.

You sit on the top of the bed, unfolding the duvet before shoving it off to get underneath them.

Tangerine paused, “What the fuck do you you’re doin’?”

You furrowed your eyebrow, “This thing called going to sleep. Try it sometime, you’d be less grouchy.”

He rolled his eyes, “I know that, smartass, I mean what’re you doin’ in the bed that I’m goin’ to be sleepin’ in too?”

You rolled over, putting your weight on your elbows, “I know you’re dramatic but this takes the cake for top performances.”

He faked a laugh, “If you don’t get your ass out of that bed in two seconds, I’ll throw you in the tub with a pillow.”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to. Fine, do it.” You said before laying flat into the mattress, staring straight at the ceiling.

He didn’t care for your equal amount of sarcasm, but he just gave you a cocked eyebrow.

“Okay, fine. I’d rather sleep on the floor anyways.” He said, stretching his arms up and behind his head. Your eyes quickly admired his muscles before turning back.

“Be my guest, princess.” You scoffed, slipping on your pajama shorts, “I’ll enjoy my big comfy bed.”

You pulled the heavy duvet over your waist, curling up with the dense pillow beneath your head.

Tangerine stood there, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched you roll on your side. He tilted his head back before unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it on the desk chair. Although your eyes were closed, his side of the bed sunk in and you tried to hold back your smile at his faded stubbornness.

With your backs facing one another, you two just listened to the silence of the city. It gave you a moment to think of Paris– the last time you were with one another or much rather supposed to be against each other. You were a double agent, not exactly proud of it but you let greed take over your motivated justice.

Having to scam Lemon and Tangerine wasn’t your finest hour either, you thought about it for months and finally coming face to face with Tangerine (out of the two, he wasn’t the one you would want to bump into again), all the guilt came rushing back like the snap of an elastic band.

– – –

The morning sun runs through the thin silk of the curtains, shining over your bodies in the bed. You wake up to the sound of light snoring, happy that you could sleep through it, and Tangerine in a deep slumber with his arm over the bed. He suddenly looked like innocence, so soft and tender, simply laying there like it was any other day.

You sit up, putting your hair out of your face then head to the bathroom. When you turn the light on, you’re almost surprised to see your reflection. Forgetting about the scar against your cheek, you look more rough around the edges. You sigh as you run your fingers over it, remembering the way Tangerine did last night.

After washing up, you go back out and Tangerine is now standing up and stretching his arms above his head. Your eyes quickly shift up his body, admiring the tattoos in their random places and how the band of his briefs rest on his hips. You sealed your lips from smiling at how sharp his v-line was accompanied by the happy trail disappearing into his pants.

“Sleep good with that stick in your ass?” You retort, passing him.

He rolled his eyes, “...You’re annoying, ya know that?”

“Oh, you’ve made that clear.” You mocked him as you closed the curtains more, “That’s why I love to do it.”

Tangerine flicked on the lamp, giving the room a warm glow.

“Alright, I say we lay low today. Better to be out of sight and–”

You cut him off, “Stuck in this room together?... are you trying to kill me t–”

He then put his hand over your mouth, looking deep into your eyes, “Yes, stuck in this room where we can keep an eye on each other and you can’t screw me over again.”

Your heart stopped for a split second, as if he couldn’t have been more of the controlling one. He took his hand away and you gulped, “Yep. Fine. Fair.”

Tangerine pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek before you go to your bag in the chair that’s pushed in the corner of the room. You slightly bend over to look inside your duffle and his icy eyes can’t help but look up the back of your thighs and straight at your ass and lower back. How he could easily put his hands on your hips and make you hold onto something.

He shook his head, feeling like he was coming down with something to even imagine that thought.

You pulled out an old novel and sat yourself back on the bed, hoping that the hours would pass as you sank further into the broken-in mattress.

Tangerine sat down in the chair nudged into the corner, adjacent from your view, and he pulled out his gun that was conveniently tucked into the back of his pants.

“Are you actually holding me hostage?” You furrowed your brows, but didn’t take your eyes from your sentence.

“Whatever fantasy you’d like you believe.” He trailed, opening his gun and emptying his rounds into his palm.

– – –

Suddenly, you leaped out of a deep sleep. Your book laid open on your stomach while an extra pillow was between your legs. Your eyes fluttered open, thinking the past few days has been a dream, until you noticed Tangerine wasn’t sitting in the chair. You quickly looked around before hearing the bathroom door open and he stepped out, shirtless and in new dark slacks that rested on his hips.

Your mouth became dry. How could you dislike him so much yet here you are, ready to jump his bones as he crossed the room.

“What are you getting dressed for?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

He half-chuckled at your groggy voice, “I want a drink.”

“Oh, like you’re not just going to abandon me here like I did you?... Where you go, I go.” You warned him.

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“A bit hypocritical coming from you.”

Tangerine just ignored your smart comment and opened the door, letting you through first before he followed. His eyes, once again, trace your lower back and trailed down your legs. His cheeks flushed pink as he quickly looked away, clearing his throat as he caught up to you so you two were walking side by side.

You pushed the faded down button as you pushed a big breath past your lips. Tangerine put his back against the wall and crossed his arms, his muscles basically restraining in his light button up. As you turned around, you rolled your eyes– but not at him, just at yourself. How could you have any little feeling for someone who also annoyed you to your core?

He took your silence as a bit of a tease. To be fair, you two didn’t really know one another. You met once before and then you simply betrayed him. Quickly, you were dead to him, but now you’re forced to be together and it raised an important question to himself too. Why was he helping someone who obviously can’t be trusted?

Tangerine furrowed his eyebrows at that thought, knowing he would have thrown you to the wolves last night after you closed your eyes. He played with his watch a bit before the elevator dinged and caught both of your attentions.

After entering, the low-sounding shifting mechanics of the elevator were the only sounds between you two. You heard Tangerine sniffle, seeing him stretch his neck out of the corner of your eye, but you kept a straight view to the doors. While Tangerine thought you were continuing to give him the silent treatment, you were lost in your own thoughts of the past.

You flashbacked to your last night in Paris together, and remembered how the guilt creeped up on you knowing that, in a few hours, you’d have to betray both Lemon and Tangerine. Before knowing them, you didn’t care, but now that you’ve realized how hard you were falling for Tan, it felt like a double edged sword. If you didn’t do it, maybe you could stay with him– have a life together. But, if you went through with your selfish heist, you’d lose the guy who made you comfortable with being vulnerable after a long time.

Obviously, you regretted your decision.

“Is this what you want?” You simply asked.

Tangerine quickly turned his head, “What?”

You rolled your eyes before facing his direction, “This.” You gestured between the two of you, “The weird animosity and constantly arguing and nit-picking?”

He never thought you’d be so bold to point it out, “I mean, we don’t like each other. Simple, isn’t it?”

“I guess…” You trailed, facing back toward the doors.

Tangerine licked his lips, wondering if he should utter the words on his tongue.

“...But, that doesn’t mean we can’t start over.”

You looked over your shoulder once more before turning around to him, “You mean that?”

He arched his eyebrow, “Should I regret it now?”

Just as the elevator dinged, the doors slowly opened and the hotel lobby appeared empty. You smirked to yourself, “Why don’t we catch up over that drink, huh?” You sort of teased– not sure if it had purpose.

– – –

Your drink tasted smooth, easily trailing down your throat as you leaned your head back to finish off the rest of the liquor in your glass. Once you tilted your head back straight, you were met with Tangerine’s signature eyebrow arch.

“Don’t worry, I’m paying for my own drinks.” You sighed, placing your glass back down on the wooden table top.

“As long as I don’t got to carry you back up to the room.” He sighed, sounding more defeated than witty, then his blue eyes glanced down then back into your eyes.

You hummed, running your finger along the rim of the empty glass.

“‘right so, what’ve you been doin’ since we last…” He cleared his throat, “saw one other?”

You crossed your leg over the other, “Not much. Actually, it’s the first time I’ve been out for a while. After leaving you guys, I laid low in Tuscany.”

“For how long?”

You shrugged, “Five months? I was on the countryside and I wanted to be alone…” then, you smirked, “I heard that you were in Kyoto.”

Tangerine could chuckle about it now, “For a bit. Had a job to do for some psychotic, fucked up family. The dad called in us, they were all turin’ on each other. Whole fuckin’ thing…”

“As in…” You trailed, “Against one another? The whole family?”

He just nodded before taking a sip of his drink.

You raised your eyebrows, “Wow… and you got out with no bruises or cuts? Bullet holes?”

Tangerine licked his lips before he presented the side of his neck, lighter skin over his tanner tone to show the scar. You carefully reached out, brushing your fingers against it which made a tingle go up his spine. You sit back down as he turned back in his chair, and he seemed to tense up.

“Amazing you survived it.” You sealed your lips.

He crossed his arms, “I supposed…”

A comfortable silent fell between you, the light, jazz music playing at a low, and Tangerine’s eyes trailed up the side of your bare leg. He didn’t mean to stare this much, but he felt more vulnerable than usual. One thing you knew is that Tangerine was a layered person, you had to take time to get to the center of him and realize he’s not so cold once you get to know him.

“Five months in Tuscany, I bet that was lovely.”

“Not really. I isolated the whole time… I wanted to be by myself, but I felt bad about what happened… what I did in Paris.” You admitted, but didn’t look into his eyes, fearing that he would turn on you in a second.

Tangerine sighed, “You had to do your job, we did ours… that’s ‘bout all that can be said.”

Assuming from the lack of eye contact and his tone, he seemed hurt too. You could easily let it boost your ego, but, you actually felt a relief. This hatred you’ve held against each other has finally come down and even though it wasn’t actually said, both of you can feel hostility leave the room.

You bit the inside of your cheek, “Remember, we’re starting over. Clean slate. I hope I’m making a good impression so far.” You raised your eyebrows, lifting your glass again just to drink the mixture of watered down liquor.

He chuckled, “You’re just lovely.”

The comment made your face get hot. You blame the accent and how it can just get under your skin.

“I don’t think you’ve ever called me something so nice.”

Tangerine smirked, “Funny since we’ve just met, darling.”

Darling.

It was the first time you heard it as a term of endearment then pure spite.

You rolled your eyes, but you could humor that Tangerine was going along with it. This new cheeky side of him was something you didn’t think existed– maybe it was the liquor talking, but you hoped it wasn’t just that simple.

“So, what brings you here?” You continued to tease, placing your elbows on the table, “Business… or pleasure?” Your hand laid on top of his, brushing your fingertips along the chunky rings that perfectly fit his fingers.

Multiples thoughts sounded through both your minds.

“Maybe it’s the liquor.” “Maybe we’re a little over our heads.” “Maybe we’re bored.”

But, Tangerine held your hand on top of the table, gently holding it as his thumb grazes over your knuckles.

“Depends…” He trailed, now leaning in too, “What are you here for?”

– – –

In just a few minutes, you two were back in the room you felt trapped in for hours.

Tangerine pressed your back against the wall, a tingle running up your spine from the coolness of the wallpaper. Your lips pressed together over and over, tilting your head before biting his bottom lip. He effortlessly lifted you up with his hand under the back of your thighs, and your ankles meet around his back.

He needed so bad, desperate even… and the feeling was mutual.

He put you down on your feet again, pressing a kiss against your scarred cheek then another on your jaw. His light kisses run down the middle of your breasts as his hand lifted up the end of your skirt. You pushed your hips out as your back was against the wall still, watching him pull down your panties in an instant. You kick them to the side and Tangerine placed your leg over his shoulder, kisses along your inner thigh and your hand ran through the front of his curls.

Suddenly, his tongue ran over your swollen clit before sucking on it. With one hand in his hair, the other caressing your breast and running your thumb over your nipple.

Tangerine panted, moving his hand against your pussy lips. He pushed them apart, showing your tight hole and how you clench around nothing. He lowly groaned, running his fingers over your clit before sliding his two fingers into your pussy. You bite your bottom lip to hold back the moan stuck in your throat, watching him suck your clit and finger you at the same time.

Just as your climax neared, he felt your cunt tighten around his fingers. He couldn’t end it like this so, he took them away. You let your leg down, watching him come back up and tower over you.

“If I’m goin’ to make you cum…” He sighed, “I’m gonna be deep inside you when you fucking crumble.” He said so low before pressing his fingers against your tongue, and you tasted yourself.

You pulled his hand back, running your thumbs over his tattooed hand.

“Not if I make you cum first.” You trailed, moving his hand down so you could kiss him.

He could drop to his knees in an instant, but Tangerine surprisingly kept his composure.

You smirked as you pushed him toward the bed, the back of his knees hitting it to make him sit down. As you stood in front of him, he leaned on his elbows as he watched your dress drop to the floor. It pooled at your ankles and when his eyes shifted back up, so glossed over, your bare body was the center of his attention.

“Hmm, I don’t think you’ll last.” You taunted.

As much as he could snap back, you straddled him and pulled apart his tightly buttoned shirt. Your hands ran over his toned and tatted chest before reaching down to his pants, unzipping the fly and he shuffled a bit to shift them off his hips. His cock was hard, restrained from his boxers and you felt flattered.

You giggled, leaning forward to share a slow kiss with him. Your bare pussy rubbed against his cock as you moved closer to him. A low groan mumbled between your makeout, and you pushed him back so you two both fell on the bed.

Your hands pressed into each side of the mattress, gaining strength to help yourself grind against his hard. His big hands tightly held your hips as you continued your smooth momentum, whimpering at your clit being rubbed by your harsh grind.

As heat rose in the room, your right hand dipped between the two of you, and ran over his hard cock once more. Tan’s lips now desperately met your jaw before taking a light bite at your neck. The feeling of your hand caressing through his boxers could make him release right there.

Becoming more impatient, you finally pushed your hand into the band of his boxers and he once more moved his hips to shift out of them.

“Fuck, your cock is so big… can barely hold it with my hand. God, I want you to stretch me out…” You moaned, “Is that okay?”

You purposefully let him believe that he was in charge, and you were falling into the submissive role. Tangerine gained a bit of confidence from your desperate comments, and he sat more up on the bed.

“Fucking christ…” Is all he could say.

He moved the swollen and red tip against your wet slit, also aching and needing your walls to wrap around him now. At first there was pressure, pushing the tip inside your hole then slowly guiding your hips down to completely take in every inch of his cock.

Once he bottomed out, your body lightly shook as your lips brushed against his. He was fully inside you, the tight and warm feeling making him wither beneath you.

Tangerine moved his hand, kissing your shoulder, “God, you feel like fuckin’ heaven.”

“Don’t stop. Please…” You huffed.

– – –

Then, it was morning.

The rising sun peaked through the small split of the curtains. As you tried to shift, your body ached throughout every muscle. A small groan left your lips, but you were pulled back by a strong arm wrapped around your waist.

It snapped you back into reality. Last night really happened… and you were okay with that.

Tangerine’s tattooed arm unconsciously tightened around you, holding you close still as he still slept behind you. You barely look over your shoulder and saw his face, his eyes still shut and his curls looked wild.

You faintly smile as you turn around to face him, and that’s what woke him up. He pulled his arms back and rubbed his eyes from the brightness of the sun coming in. You run your finger along a curl on his forehead, pushing it to the top of his head and your heart melted from the sight of those blue eyes.

“Did last night really happen?” You mumbled, but with a faint smile on your lips.

He placed his hand gently on your cheek, caressing his thumb against your jaw.

“I think the real question is…” He trailed, “Do we stay another night or go back to pretending to not know each other's existences?”

You bit your bottom lip, lightly giggling, “I think we pick secret option three and go somewhere else. Get away for a while… see where this is going. Don’t you?”

Just at that moment, Tangerine’s phone vibrated in his pants that were on the floor next to the bed. He turned over on his other side, reaching down to pull it out and reading a text Lemon just sent.

“Got a call about a job in Budapest. Are you in or overstaying your weekend?”

Tangerine smirked at himself, then felt your lips press against his neck. You placed another kiss on his shoulder, leaving a tender love bite before he turned back around to kiss you. Maybe it was the natural thrill of the chase, but you loved the not knowing.

Whatever was next, you could only hope that he kept it interesting.

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine x y/n #tangerine x you #tangerine fic

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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In Front of Chan and Everybody — ksy

summary: when you and you boyfriend started having sex, you didn’t expect him to be so shameless about it. it doesn’t seem like his roommates are too shameful either.

tags: smut (minors dni!) warnings: explicit sex, exhibition, soonyoung is a little shit, being walked in on, dirty talk, slight degration/name calling, praise, kitten used as pet name wc: 2.4k an: i wasn’t quite sure how to end this so sorry if the ending is awkward, i just wanted to get this idea out of my head lol

“S-soonyoung! Nngh~ please, faster,” you whine as Soonyoung thrusts up into you, spearing you onto his cock.

It’s not the first time you guys have had sex, but it is the first time you guys have had sex at Soonyoung’s place. Most of the time you guys have sex either at your apartment or in Soonyoung’s car. This time though you guys had just come back for a date and wanted to cuddle so you went up to Soonyoung’s room.

Cuddling with Soonyoung is rarely ever just cuddling though. Your boyfriend likes to get handsy and soon it leads to making out and heavy petting which leads to where you are now, bouncing on Soonyoung’s cock.

Soonyoung lets out a swear before he starts to rock up into you even faster, his feet planted on the bed to give him more leverage. You bless his dancer thighs for being able to keep up with your insatiable desires.

“So good Soonie, I’m so close.”

With that extra motivation Soonyoung’s hips seem to pick up even more pace which you didn’t think was possible. His fingers find your clit as he starts to rub at the bud, shooting pleasure through your body. You feel your pussy clenching down on Soonyoung’s cock as your orgasm hits. Right as you start to release Soonyoung’s door flings open and his youngest roommate, Lee Chan, walks into the room.

“Hyung! You have to see this dance I just choreographed!” Chan pays you no mind but you scream and try to move to cover yourself but Soonyoung stops you, his hips still plowing into yours.

“Yeah sure, what song is it?” Soonyoung doesn’t even bat an eye at his friend walking in you guys having sex. You’re starting to get overstimulated by his hips still rutting into yours.

“Cheating On You by Charlie Puth. I think I’m gonna have Seungkwan-hyung dance with me,” Chan says. You whine not only to remind the boys you are there but also because you’re getting really overstimulated.

Soonyoung pulls you off his cock but just shoves his fingers right into you afterwards. “That sounds great Channie. Just let me finish up here and I can watch okay?”

“You’re the best hyung!” With that Chan left the room, not even bothering to close the door.

Soonyoung’s fingers pick up their pace and soon you’re cumming again around his fingers. You whimper loudly as you do and Soonyoung is pulling his fingers out of you only to wipe them on his bedspread. He pulls the condom off his dick before he pumps himself a few times and releases his cum all over your stomach.

You’re panting loudly, still a bit thrown off by Chan barging in on you guys.

“You okay pretty girl?” Soonyoung asks as he wipes his cum off of you.

“Why didn’t you stop when Chan came in?” You ask curiously.

“I don’t know, I was really in the moment and didn’t want to stop. Did it bother you? I’m sorry I should have stopped and made him get out.”

“N-no, it’s okay.” You just know your face is bright red right now. “I uh, didn’t mind. It just shocked me.”

“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind. I do like showing off my pretty little kitten.”

You’re not an exhibitionist. You don’t seek out having sex in front other other people and you actually prefer to have sex in private, but that doesn’t mean that you’re not okay with people seeing you having sex. If someone just happens to see, and it doesn’t seem to bother them, you don’t mind too much either. Which is a good trait for your boyfriend, who is an exhibitionist.

You figure this out the second time someone catches you having sex with your boyfriend in his apartment. You guys are lounging around his living room when he starts to kiss up your neck. His hands move down to the tops of your waistband and you grab his hands to stop him.

“Soonie, stop. Someone could see us.” You eyed the doors that belong to the bedrooms of the other roommates.

“Nobody’s even home, baby. And would it even be that bad if someone saw us?" He nips at your earlobe. “Would be kinda hot right? Someone seeing how you fully belong to me as I split you open on my cock. They’ll get to see how pretty you look when you take me so nicely.”

You whine and internaly curse the way his words affect you. You release Soonyoung’s hands, giving him permission to continue. You can feel your boyfriend’s lips curl up into a smirk as he moves his hands into your pants and past your already slightly damp panties. The pads of his fingertips rub at your bare pussy and you clench against nothing.

“So needy already kitten. Do you want me to fuck you like the pretty slut you are?”

You nod as you let out a small mewl. Soonyoung chuckles and starts to rub at your clit. You buck your hips into his hand and his other hand grabs at your hips to hold them steady. You’re quickly soaking your panties with your arousal as Soonyoung spreads it all around.

“Need more Soonyoung,” you moan out. “I need your dick.”

“Of course you do, this slutty little cunt needs to be fucked nice and good.”

Soonyoung is pulling his hand out of your pants and sliding the fabric down your legs. He doesn’t even bother taking off your panties as he just pushes them out of the way. He pulls his pants down until his cock is free and he rifles around in his pocket until he finds the little square packet he was searching for. Of course he keeps condoms on him. He rolls the rubber onto himself before he lines you up and thrusts up into you.

You moan as you feel the drag of Soonyoung’s dick as he starts to move inside of you. “Yeah you like that? Take it like the good kitten you are.”

Just as Soonyoung starts to pick up pace you hear a click, the tell tale sign of the front door opening. Like last time though, Soonyoung doesn’t let up his thrusting. You don’t even bother to try and stop him either as his hands snake up your shirt to grab at your tits.

When the door opens in walks all three of Soonyoung’s roommates who also happen to be his friends, and fellow dancers from his dance studio, Jun, Minghao, and Chan.

“Oh what’s this?” Minghao smirks at you two as you try not to make too much noise. “Soonyoung-hyung, you're so dirty, playing with your toy in the living room like this.”

“Couldn’t help myself,” Soonyoung grunts out, “she just takes me so well. Look at how her pussy sucks me in.” Soonyoung pulls your back against his chest and leans back so the other boys can look at where you and your boyfriend were connected. You squirm around as you feel the three pairs of eyes on you.

“Woah, she’s so wet!” Chan says.

“That’s how whores get,” Jun tells the younger boy. “They gush all over while being fucked stupid.” With that Jun sits down on the couch and pulls out his phone to start playing some phone game. The two other boys also sit down and Minghao reaches for the TV remote.

You don’t get how they can just act like nothing is happening right in front of them. You don’t know if it’s better or worse that they’re ignoring you and your boyfriend’s ministrations. The only noise that fills the room is the low playing TV and the slap of your skin against Soonyoung’s.

“Do you guys wanna get dinner after this?” Soonyoung asks the boys. Each of them let out their own hums of agreement. “Hear that kitten? We gotta hurry up here quickly.”

You only nod as Soonyoung thrusts into you faster. You can hear the squelch of your pussy as Chan laughs at something on the TV. Soon you’re coming undone on Soonyoung’s cock, pussy clenching around him, milking his cock dry.

You have to catch your breath when Soonyoung slows down and pulls you off of his lap. You slump into the couch as Soonyoung pulls off the condom and ties it off before standing up, stuffing his cock back into his jeans, and walking over to the kitchen to throw the used condom away. He washes his hands, acting like he didn’t just ruin your pussy in front of three of his friends.

“Are you guys done?” Jun asks, finally looking up from his phone. He glances at you, at your slick pussy and fucked out face, before turning his head towards Soonyoung.

“Yep! Lemme clean up baby girl and then we can go get food.” Soonyoung then grabs a clean rag from the kitchen and dampens it before coming up to you to clean you up. After he cleans you up he brings you a cup of water.

The boys are then all standing and Soonyoung helps you stand as well and you five are on your way to get dinner.

This continues on until it becomes more or less common in the Wen-Kwon-Xu-Lee household. There are times where Soonyoung doesn’t even bother closing the door when fucking you, letting his roommates take a good look or even strike up a conversation with him. It’s never awkward afterward and the boys still treat you normally so you don’t mind much. You have noticed that you and Soonyoung have sex at his apartment more often though.

He fingers you during dinner with all five of you. He kneads at your breasts as you guys are having a movie night. He even cockwarms you as you guys play board games.

Right now his face is buried in between your legs as he sloppily makes out with your sopping cunt. His roommates are in the room as well, of course. They’re discussing some kind of dance performance thing that you can’t totally focus on because Soonyoung’s tongue keeps slurping you up so well and you’re so close to cumming. His pointer and middle fingers are pressed against your clit as he teases it.

“I think that we should do Moonwalker, Hao thinks we should do Lilili Yabbay, and Jun thinks we should do Wave, what do you think hyung?” Chan asks the dance leader. Soonyoung holds up a finger to tell him to wait a moment.

Soonyoung thrusts his tongue into you deeper, dragging it against your walls. His hand reaches up to grab at your tits as he rolls your nipples between his fingers. This has you spasming against his face, your arousal gushing all over his tongue as he is quick to lick it all up. When he’s fully convinced you have calmed down from your orgasm he finally pulls his head away from your cunt and wipes your juices off his face with the back of your hand.

“We should do Highlight. It’s the best choice and we know it the best. I love the other songs too but I think for this specific show we should do Highlight,” Soonyoung tells the group. The boys agree with their leader and with everything settled he goes to grab you a rag and a new pair of panties.

Usually whenever the boys are there when you’re getting your brains fucked out, they talk to Soonyoung or say nothing at all. They don’t really comment on you or to you and you weren’t quite sure why. You didn’t mind much, you were normally too distracted to hold a conversation anyways.

That’s why you’re a bit surprised when Chan strikes up a conversation with you while Soonyoung pounds into you. He’s holding you up, fucking you against the wall as your legs are wrapped around him. His tip is bruising your cervix as he pants into your shoulder. Your hands are buried in his hair as your bare tits bounce around from his harsh thrusts.

“Y/N-noona?” He stands behind Soonyoung so you can see him over your boyfriend’s shoulder. He has a shy look on his face that is quite different from his normal demeanor.

“Y-yes Channie?” You ask, trying to stabilize your voice.

“You’re a girl, so I was just wondering how do you get a girl to like you? Or I guess how can you tell that she likes you back?”

“Just uh, be yourself. You’re a great guy Chan, nghhh~ super nice and respectful. If she doesn’t like y-you back that’s uh, oh fuck Soon, her problem.” Soonyoung seems to be drilling into you even harder as you talk to Chan, like he wants all of your attention on him instead. He probably does. “Just, oohh~ right there, please, need more, just a-ask her out.”

Chan’s brows furrow as he chews at his bottom lip. “But what if she says no?”

“Then that’s her l-loss. Fuck Soonyoung!” You grab at your boyfriend’s hair, tugging harshly as he bites down on your shoulder particularly hard.

“Well how do I ask a girl out? And what kind of date do I take her on if she does say yes?”

“Chan, can we maybe uh, aahhh, finish this conversation l-later?” Your breath is whiny now as you can feel yourself about to cum. “Give us like, t-two more m-minutes.”

“Oh right, sorry noona, sorry hyung!” With that Chan walks back to his room.

As soon as his door shuts you’re cumming. You squeeze your legs tightly around Soonyoung’s hips as he shallowly thrusts into you, his dick creaming the condom. Soonyoung finally pops his mouth off of your shoulder only for him to bring your lips to his. Slowly he pulls out of you and the drag of his dick makes you whimper into your boyfriend’s mouth.

“So good for me, even talking to Channie while I’m fucking, such a good naughty girl,” Soonyoung mutters as he kneads at your ass. His lips connect back to yours and you guys are wrestling with your lips again. “Shit baby, gonna make me hard again.”

“Can’t,” you reluctantly pull away from your boyfriend, “have to go help Chan with his girl problems.” Soonyoung groans as you fully pull away from him, already heading towards Chan’s room. This is what he gets for wanting to fuck you in front of his roommates. Not that it's going to stop him though.

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monzamash · 1 year

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the good, the bad and what could’ve been — lando norris (part three)

summary – nine years. an age gap that you didn’t know would cause so much heartache. you tell yourself that it’s fine, he tells you that he could give you the world but this was a cautionary tale of what could’ve been if you just let love win. pairing – lando norris x you (female reader) chapter warning – 18+ (smut, language, age gap/older woman) word count – 8k a/n – the third and final part! thank you all for being so patient x inspired by charlie puth's song called boy. masterlist

part one | part two | part three

Previously...

For the first time in a long time, you felt safe. And maybe you didn’t need all the wisdom and baggage that came with someone older, someone who had already lived a life. In contrast, Lando was exciting and living life to the fullest, travelling the world, seeing it all and not burdened by responsibility.

But that’s what made him the dangerous choice. All these insecurities and fears swirled around in your head as you fell asleep in his warm embrace, limbs tangled together like a web, tender between your thighs and an ache in your heart.

You were falling in love with Lando; that much was true but what would the cost be of handing your heart over to someone who had the world at his feet, everything still to experience?

Winter had come and gone and spring was blossoming in all it’s glory, bringing with it new opportunity. Little by little, leaves sprouted on the branches, chirping birds returned to their homes and the scent of fresh flowers filled the busy streets of London – life resuming to normal after a long, brutal winter. The New Year proved to be quite fruitful, with you landing a freelancing job and loving it. It was time to recalibrate your goals and aspirations, reconsider where you saw yourself in five years.

The closing of one chapter gave you permission to want more, to expect more than the mundane and experience what the world had to offer. You’d settled for less for far too long but now you were finally stepping up and advocating for yourself – to yourself.

“You seem so happy.”

Rae couldn’t help herself. She’d kept tight-lipped until now, sensing the shift in your mood weeks ago and loving how much you’d been smiling lately. And she knew why. A certain curly haired man had shown you what happiness looked like, what it felt like and most importantly, how it could mend a broken spirit. You were stumbling through life, chasing unattainable goals and it made you miserable. You were free-spirited, a lone wolf – and Lando allowed you to explore that, to be spontaneous.

“I am,” You simply replied and took a sip of the coffee she’d made you, watching your eyes glimmer in the morning light. There was a sparkle ever present when you talked about him or thought about him – a spark ignited deep within. Burning.

“And how does Lando feel about being the reason you’re so happy?” Rae asked with a sly, knowing smile as she clasped her hands under her chin, waiting for you to spill all the tea she’d missed out on over the last couple of week.

“Don’t know, to be honest. I assume he knows he’s the reason – and hopefully I’m part of the reason why he’s racing so well. We talk nearly every day…” You confessed, cheeks every so lightly blushing underneath the thin layer of foundation.

Rae nodded and flicked through her phone, “He’s going very well apparently. Mark gives me an update every weekend – kinda strange to think that he’s on the other side of the world right now.” She glanced up with furrowed brows, face-palming her forehead, “As if you need to be reminded of that. I'm sorry.”

You shrugged, “It’s totally fine. I actually… No, I shouldn’t say it.” You hesitated, knowing that if you said the words out loud, they would suddenly become real and you didn’t want to put those thoughts and feelings out into the universe – not yet.

“Well you have to now,” Rae chuckled, her full attention all yours.

“I thought that maybe he would’ve asked me to come along to a race – his home one at least but it hasn’t come up… and I’ve been pathetically hinting at it – it’s really lame so forget I said anything,” You quickly muttered, fumbling over your words and feeling your heart start to race.

“That’s like, the opposite of lame. You should ask him.”

“No fucking way. God, even just thinking about asking him makes me want to throw up,” You laughed, almost choking on your words as if it was the last thing on earth you would ever do, “No, if he wants me there, he’ll ask.”

Rae nodded and went back to the coffee in her hands, “Your call but I think he’d appreciate you being forward. I can hear how much you mean to him when you’re on the phone… don’t take what you have for granted.”

“Sage advice, Sensai.”

You promised to think about it. But things were perfect with Lando and the last thing you wanted to do was over step boundaries when everything had been smooth sailing. You strongly believed that if he wanted you there, he would ask and you were sticking with it. It wasn’t the end of the world if he didn’t either, and maybe he was worried that the whole spectacle would scare you away. The endless rotation of thoughts tumbled around in your head until you finally fell asleep, curled up in his bed, waiting for him to come home.

The sound of his soft voice a few hours later woke you from your nap, “What are you doing here? Where’s your Mum?” You heard him ask your puppy who was skating around his feet, scratching the floorboards and no doubt nearly weeing herself with excitement.

The faint squeak of the bedroom door made your heart flip in your chest, watching him step through with a small smile. His eyes were dark and those wild curls you loved fell flat over his forehead – physically shattered from a whole day of travel, flight cancelations delaying his return home but he exhaled when he spotted you propped up in his bed, relieved that you were still here after weeks away. A weight had been taken off his weary shoulders when he saw your face.

“Welcome home,” You whispered as he dropped his luggage at the door and unclipped the backpack on his shoulders, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

Lando jumped up onto the bed like a shot and summoned the last remaining ounces of energy he had, crawling over your duvet-covered body. You had thought about surprising him with something cute, like a new two-piece lingerie set because that’s what you’d always done for men. Dolled yourself up until you were unrecognisable, servicing them and not wearing what you wanted. But Lando worshiped the ground you walked on, made you feel sexier than you’d ever felt before. Oversized t-shirts and track pants were his love language. Comfort was important to him and there was nothing he loved more than seeing you relaxed. Cosy and content.

“Missed you more.” You sighed as Lando grasped the duvet and ripped it back, along with the sheets; a smirk teasing on his lips, “Doubt that very much.”

The unruly curls were even more frazzled close up, the bags under his eyes darker than the last time you’d seen him. His cheeks were hollowed, bone structure more prominent and small blemishes had surfaced on his soft skin, reminding him that even in the chaos of a double header, he still needed to follow a skincare routine. His sullen features made your heart sink as he hovered above you; his cheeky expression the only thing keeping you from asking if he was okay, if he was struggling. There was glimmer in his eyes that settled your fears, a bright spark igniting behind the bloodshot whites giving you silent reassurance that being here with you was the lifeline that he needed right now.

“I thought about this every day… about you, about us. Feel like a muppet for being away from a creature as beautiful as you for so long,” Lando chuckled through his confession – reflecting on how ridiculous the last few weeks had been, how stupid he was for not calling more.

“A really cute muppet though,” You teased, making him giggle and lose balance, fatigued arms giving out and causing him to land on top of you with a loud huff. You took his entire body weight with a sigh, arms wrapped around his torso; head nestled into the crook of his neck. Lando did the same – lips dancing over the shell of your ear, whispering how beautiful you looked, how desperately he craved the feeling of you tangled up with him but his voice was strained, depleted.

Lando managed to lift himself up and save you from the crush, propped up on his elbow, eyes trained on the side of you face in the dimly lit bedroom. The only light source coming from the laptop to your left, white light blasting up the dark walls as you laid peacefully, fingertips brushing over the exposed skin on your shoulder.

“Did Max let you in? I didn’t see him downstairs,” Lando asked, curious to know how you managed to surprise him like this, welcoming him home with open arms.

“He gave me his key – he’s gone up to Bristol for some racing thing, he said. And Chompy and I couldn’t wait to see you so he offered. I hope that’s okay…”

You felt awkward all of a sudden, like you’d overstepped one of those invisible boundaries that were in place, about to explode on a grenade. But Lando’s rolling eyes softened you, a smile erupting on his face as he leaned in and captured your lips, “More than okay. Wish you were here all the time.”

He didn’t mean for that to sound the way it did. Moving in together wasn’t on the agenda but he appreciated you being there tonight, a familiar face to ground him again after weeks spent flying around the world, Austria being the last stop.

“How long are you back for this time?”

The question was laced in faux curiosity – you knew how long you had him in London, down to the hour if you were being totally honest. The innocent question made Lando think, mind flicking through the days like a diary in the palms of his hands, “A bit over a week, I reckon. Silverstone’s this weekend – home race,” He replied animatedly, eyes wide and shining bright.

“Exciting,” You whispered as Lando stretched his back, hand squeezing your hip.

“I’ve got you a pass for the weekend but realised I hadn’t actually asked if you were free… You are, right?” His question quelled all of your fears of him thinking you weren’t interested in his life, not willing to take that next step with him.

You nodded, simply, wordless while you turned onto your side. Lando smiled and closed his eyes as your hands trawled through his uncontrollable hair, curls tangling around your fingers while you pulled him closer and pressed another sweet kiss to his lips, “I’ll be shitting myself the whole time but that’ll be out weighed by seeing you in your race suit, I guess.”

Lando huffed out a soft chuckle, eyes cracking open ever so slightly – playfully narrowed, “I do look really sexy in the kit.” You hummed in agreement, nodding while closing the gap again, lips softly touching before his hand snaked up and held your jaw gently, holding you in place.

The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, wrapped up in each other; slowly drifting off to sleep. Having Lando home brought you more joy than you thought it would, a comfort that caught you by surprise. You were an independent woman, self-reliant but he gave you something that you didn’t even know you needed – companionship. A sounding board to all your shit, someone who listened without judgement, unfiltered opinions on anything and everything.

And unbeknownst to you, Lando had made it his mission to be that person for you. He was quickly learning all your whims, the good and the bad and appreciating how you saw the world so differently to him – so wise. This was, after all, his first serious relationship and he was in uncharted waters, with an older woman.

But once you’d gotten to know more about each other than what was underneath your clothes, the age gap was merely a factoid in your story. You were everything he could’ve conjured up in a dream journal – smart, sexy, funny, down to earth and into him. Well-travelled, cultured, successful; you were everything and still, after three months, couldn’t believe that he was the one you were falling in love with; that you were his.

The morning of race day was utter madness. Lando was running late, as per usual, rushing around his apartment trying to find his sunglasses until you picked them up from his kitchen counter with a smile. Thank you, he whispered, pressing a hurried kiss to your cheek before hiking up his backpack and pulling you towards the front door. You’d kept your outfit simple and boringly beige, not wanting to stand out too much in the paddock. The white knitted dress that came down to mid-thigh, black tights, combat boots and a taupe Burberry trenchcoat did the job at staying low-key, blending into the background noise and avoiding the chaos.

Max had promised to metaphorically hold your hand the entire day, making sure you weren’t separated from the small Quadrant crew that had also been invited along to the British Grand Prix. You didn’t know much about them, nor did you realise how renowned they were but everywhere they went, they were bombarded with people asking for selfies and autographs.

“It’s getting fucking stupid now. We’ve gotta go!” Ria, who you’d met barely five minutes ago, yelled at Max who was pointing towards the paddock entrance with a panicked look on his face. “You go first babes,” She smiled, more of less pushing you towards the turnstile with your pass around your neck, finally making it through the gates.

You wondered how they ever got used to that – the constant attention. And if it was this bad for them, you couldn’t imagine how intense it was for Lando. Truth be told, you’d never actually gone out on an official date together, always opting for post-mates and spending quality time alone at home – away from prying eyes and ill-mannered people who had no sense of personal space. But would it be like this everywhere you went with him? Were you prepared to have your whole life on display for the world to see? You had no clue.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Max exhaled, grasping your shoulder with sympathetic eyes. He was more shocked than you were about the whole situation and you couldn’t help but chuckle at how stunned he was, readjusting his Quadrant cap.

“Didn’t realise you were so famous, Maxy boy. Kind of impressed,” You teased back, earning a chuckle from Ria who had walked up beside you, arm linked with yours, “Don’t stroke his ego too much.”

“Good point.”

There were celebrities filing through the crowd in droves and the pit lane was absolutely loaded with people trying to get a glimpse of the teams. McLaren were the epitome of formula one in the United Kingdom, you’d been told and that was backed up ten-fold when you peeked into the garage, searching for their star drivers. Lando had spoken about Daniel fondly and admired the way he was able to put his head down and tune out the bullshit. You told him to let some of that resilience rub off on him, knowing that the external noise is never as bad as what’s going on inside his head. But you could only control one of the two.

You could almost see those internal thoughts swirling above Lando’s tilted head when you spotted him in the back of the garage – intently analysing jumbled numbers on a screen and biting his fingernails. He looked almost angelic standing amongst the madness in the white skin-tight fireproofs, suit folded down and hanging around his jutted hips. His thumb was basically in his mouth, teeth violently chomping away at the skin as he processed whatever it was the man beside him was saying, eyebrows rising when he mentioned something of interest.

“Don’t be offended if he doesn’t come over and say hello – he’s usually in the zone by now and blocks everyone out.” Max explained, managing your expectations and you appreciated the heads up. You didn’t know what to expect from the day but having a reassuring voice giving you the low down helped more than he knew.

“Oh, of course. It’s awesome to see it all in person – so much crazier than on TV,” You replied with wide eyes and an understanding smile.

Max nodded and continued to meet people while you stood beside him and the Quadrant team, taking in the scenes. The main difference between being at the track on race day and watching it on TV were the television crews. Everywhere you looked there were several people swinging around a cameraman, trying not to run into people or disrupt other stations broadcasts. You chuckled at a couple of the pit crew dancing in the background of a shot, knowing that their weekend had been a lot longer than anyone else’s here.

You were so preoccupied watching them fooling around that you hadn’t felt someone sneaking up behind you, hand gently gripping your waist; the whispered ‘hi’ in your ear assuring you that it was Lando. His hand retreated before you spun around, the other holding a water bottle up to his mouth.

“Hi you,” You replied sweetly, instinctively reaching out to nudge his hip but deciding mid air to keep your hands to yourself. Lando noticed and chuckled as he took a gulp of water, eyes scanning your face.

“You’re a little bit sunburnt, baby.” He stated with a smirk, taking in your flushed cheeks and feeling his heart flip at how happy you looked. “Are you having fun?”

“Lots of fun. And I’m being very well looked after – thank you by the way,” You replied quietly, Lando taking a step forward so he could hear you over all the commotion. He scanned the small group of his closest friends and internally jumped for joy that they had stuck to their word and kept an eye out for you.

“Better fucking be. I’m paying them the big bucks,” Lando winked and pulled up the rope that was separating the two of you, “Want a tour?”

Naturally your eyebrows rose with excitement and you nodded, quickly whipping your head around to see where Max had gone and thankfully catching Ria’s attention. You pointed towards Lando who was already dragging you away and she held her hand up to her ear, gesturing for you to call her when you needed to meet up with them again. You figured there was enough time for this tour before Lando needed to be under lock and key and you hoped you weren’t being a distraction as you sheepishly followed him through the garage.

“I’m just gonna grab my gloves from my room and walk her back to the paddock,” Lando whispered to Jon, who had been one of the sweetest people you’d met so far. No worries mate, he replied with a smile before returning to his phone.

Once you were out of sight of the crowd and cameras, Lando held out his hand for you to take, clasping it firmly as he tugged you through the narrow hallways and behind the motorhomes set up side by side. He was strategic in his route, giggling when he spotted all the media looking around to bundle up drivers and team bosses for a quick comment before the race, “We’re so sneaky.”

You stayed close to him as he weaved you around once last corner and up a couple of steps, whipping the door closed as quickly as it was opened. The room was snug - only a few metres wide each way, a small daybed tucked against the wall and a desk beside you. Lando had video called you a couple of times from here, giving you the grand tour of his tiny drivers room but it was surreal to see his sanctuary in person.

“Wow, I knew it was small but you can barely swing a cat in here.” Your comment made Lando chuckle as he tidied the bed that he’d clearly been napping in before leaving to find you.

“But it’s cute and I like this a lot…” You pointed to the Polaroid stuck to the large mirror hanging above his desk – the photo was of the two of you on New Years Eve, tipsy and falling in love, “Softie.”

“How dare you call me a softie,” Lando scoffed, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling your back to his chest, trailing soft kisses up the side of your neck. “’Cause you’ve made me like this, you know.”

The rational little voice in your head was telling you to put ice on whatever Lando had on his mind, his hands doing all the talking as they skimmed over your stomach, heading north towards the two things he loved the most. You stopped their course and tutted, turning in his embrace and pining his hands to his chest, “Don’t get yourself all worked up before the race. We don’t have enough time.”

“Oh, there’s always time for this.” Lando wrestled out of your grip, way too easily you’ll admit and resumed his hold on your waist, seizing your lips in a deep kiss.

It took your breath away momentarily but you quickly snapped back to reality and slung your arms over his shoulders, bringing him closer again. He was warm to the touch, the skin on the nape of his neck sizzling under your fingertips, curls tangled from the humidity. Lando wasn’t fucking around when his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, splitting your lips and deepening the kiss even more. There wasn’t much you loved more than kissing him, wrestling each other for dominance through soft moans. The rush of blood between your thighs indicated that this was all a little bit too steamy for a pre-race catch up and you reluctantly pulled away, lips ghosting over his as you both caught your breath.

“You were right – I’m really fucking hard now,” Lando winked and brushed his fingers through his messy curls with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and shoved his chest, putting as much distance as you could between you in the tight confines.

“Zero self-control,” You playfully scolded and readjusted your trench as Lando stepped forward and straightened your collar, “But I can’t really talk because you look insanely sexy in this…” You tugged on the race suit hanging on his hips, wishing you could peel it off his body – right here, right now.

“Oh, really?” He taunted, “How sexy?”

“Like, bend me over this desk and fuck me sexy,” You stated bluntly and Lando threw his head back with a groan before rushing you with another kiss.

You couldn’t help but laugh at how desperate he was, hands friskily roaming your backside before he pulled himself away and grasped your face between his hands, “How I can simultaneously love you and hate you baffles me.”

Lando’s eyes were sincere, soft and mesmerized. You bit down on your lip, hiding the smile tugging on the corners of your mouth while you thought of a response worthy of his words. Of course you felt the same way but there was always something stopping you from saying it back. I love you too being the response Lando was looking for, pleading for. He’d said it so many times without hesitation, receiving a kiss or some kind of diversion every single time.

And it was killing him.

“I am a woman of many mysteries, my dear.”

Like a dagger to the heart.

“That is very true.” Lando averted his eyes from yours and brushed himself off, pulling the race suit over his shoulders and zipping it up. He was smiling and you breathed a sigh of relief, reassured that you hadn’t upset him before the race. At least that’s what you thought. Lando’s mind however, was racing – so many fears eating him up inside but he needed to focus on the challenge ahead.

And that’s what he did for the next three hours. Raced the wheels off that papaya car like his life depended on it, his sole focus was getting it over the checkered flag and having a respectable race after weeks of struggling to secure points.

“That’s P4, Lando – great race, mate.”

Lando cheering into his radio and thanking his team had you beaming with pride. He’d been doing it tough these past few races so finishing in the top five at his home race was exactly the kind of confidence boost he needed. It was a long season after all and he needed keep his spirits up – something that you were more than happy to help with.

“You were an absolute killer out there!” You enthused as your arms wrapped around Lando’s waist, pulling him into a hug with a contented smile. He immediately nuzzled into your neck and sighed, squeezing your shoulders in his embrace before pulling back with a grin. “You were amazing.”

“Time to celebrate, yeah?” Lando asked, glancing over at Max who was nodding with an equally large smile before leading everyone towards the parking lot.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

After rushing back to your apartment and changing into something nightclub appropriate, Max texted Lando the address for the place you would all be going to. A few of the other drivers had been invited, George Russell being the only one you’d been introduced to and all of Lando’s high school mates who had come along to the race. You knew from the second you stepped into the claustrophobic club that you’d be looking for a familiar face to latch onto, fully aware that your safety blanket would be pulled in every possible direction – and that’s exactly what happened.

You found yourself sitting alone in a small booth at the back of the club, watching Lando laughing along with his friends, smile lines more present now than you’d ever seen. The condensation on your glass had seeped down onto the table, a perfect excuse to distract you from the sickly pit forming in your stomach as you watched girl after girl attempt to make their move. It was a weird feeling – far from jealously. Guilt. A sense of shame rippled through your body as you watched him politely excuse himself and search the dance floor for you. I’m just going to the bathroom, you’d told him nearly twenty minutes ago. A little white lie to slip away but now, here you were, hiding from the man who loved you. Guilt-ridden.

“Can I sit?” You heard a loud voice ask, startling you out of your thoughts and into his chocolate brown eyes that were glistening under the dim lighting. Carlos Sainz.

“Of course. Congratulations on your win… you must be buzzing,” You leaned forward with praise, hoping he heard you over the loud music blasting through the speakers above.

He smiled in acknowledgement before taking a sip of his cocktail, “Ay, yes. Very happy but what makes me happier is to see little Lando so happy – he speaks of you a lot, you know? Doesn’t shut up sometimes…” Carlos trailed off with a knowing smirk, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows. He was tipsy.

“I’m sure he’ll hate you telling me that.” You returned the smile and grasped your glass for stability. There was something about what Carlos had said that made you nervous, pressured somehow when all he was doing was teasing his friend.

“I don’t get to make fun too much with him – so serious all the time but no,” Carlos mumbled, trying to keep track of his sentence, “Very happy he has found you.”

A couple of beats passed before you opened your mouth to speak but as you did, you felt a hand snake across your shoulder, sending a jolt down your spine before you turned to see who the hand belonged to. “Sneaking off with Sainz already? I thought you’d at least wait a couple of hours before leaving me for him.”

Lando was teasing and you knew that but Carlos in his drunken state waved his hands around like a madman, assuring his younger friend that he would do no such thing, to which Lando just snickered and brushed him off. She is beautiful though, Carlos loudly whispered, Lando's eyes catching yours as the Spaniard launched himself into his arms. It was comical and sweet the way the two of them stood there, silently hugging before Lando managed to escape his friends grip, slipping away as if nothing had happened and immediately meeting your eyes again.

“Wanna get out of here?” He mouthed; memories flashing back to the first time those words were muttered between the two of you – sparking this whole whirlwind romance. Of course you nodded, needing some fresh air and a new perspective, hoping the cloud of doubts swirling around in your subconscious for most of the night, and month, would just disappear.

The two of you hadn’t even made it through your front door before Lando’s hands were roaming your skin, fingertips leaving chills as they explored your body. You hadn’t had much to drink; a cocktail and a glass of bubbly in hospitality hours ago and Lando was the same – leaving the drinking to his mates like most of his nights out on the town. He wanted to have a clear mind for when he found himself alone with you, completely focused on the task at hand and soaking in every little detail so he could take that with him next weekend when he couldn’t roll over and have you whenever he felt like it. He hated leaving you like that – deprived of his touch.

“I don’t need foreplay,” You moaned into his mouth, breathless and needy as you straddled his lap – slowly grinding down and working you both into a whining mess. Lando had managed to lure you to the bedroom, mumbling something along the lines of your dog watching us fuck is a mood killer and you couldn't contest that. He loved taking you on the couch, hearing your screams echoing off the concrete walls downstairs but not tonight.

“That turned on for me, huh? Barely even touched you,” Lando teased while you lined him up, eyes never leaving his as you slid down and took every inch of him with ease. You nodded in response and leaned back, fingernails digging deep into his tensed thighs as you rocked back and forth, setting the pace and finding that angle that had you aching with pleasure.

“That’s feeling un-fucking-believable for me, baby. Holy shit…” Lando gasped, fingertips deeply entrenched in the skin on your hips, rolling them back and forward between his rough palms.

Eyes closed and bottom lip securely clenched between your front teeth suppressed the amount of pleasure you were feeling as he stretched you out, meeting your thrusts with a growl as you rode him. Lando struggled with relinquishing control, always wanting to be the one giving it to you on a silver platter, either missionary or hitting it from behind. And you loved that but you felt greedy for always being the lazy one, and after a long weekend, the least you could do was take some of the load off the gorgeous man whimpering below you. Begging you to come with him.

“I’ve been so pent up today, seeing you in that fucking dress and having you grinding up on me in the club. I nearly exploded in my fucking pants and right now, you feel so tight – so warm and I can’t hold on when you move like that… Jesus Christ,” Lando muttered and groaned, throwing his head back into your soft linen pillows, chuckling at how good you felt wrapped around his throbbing cock, clenching every time you bottomed out.

Lando lifted his head from the pillows he was buried in and licked the pad of his thumb before brushing it over your swollen clit and setting the bundle of nerves alight. He needed you to be where he was; desperately chasing your high and he could tell you weren’t quite there yet until he heard it – the tell tale sign that you were feeling as good as he was. It was a low moan, unlike any other sound he had ever heard before and it had him grinning like a Cheshire cat when it slipped past your beautifully parted lips. Angelically flushed face scrunched up in concentration as you chased your ecstasy and blocked out all of the thoughts rushing through your head. All you could think about now was your body bursting into flames.

Your name was falling from Lando’s lips as he squeezed his eyes shut, mouth falling agape while he watched you start to unravel above him. His gaze was hindered by lust, vision blurry as grasped your hands that were pressed down on his perspiring chest, heart beating wildly under the taut skin. You could feel it thrumming against your palms, matching your pulse as you let the knot in the pit of your stomach detonate, pussy fluttering as your high hit with ferocity. Give it to me, you chanted over and over until you felt him filling you up, spilling out and giving you every drop you were desperately begging for.

"Fucking take it, baby. Take it all," Lando growled as you slowed your movements, sensitivity now making every stroke more and more unbearable – so much so that he had to still your hips while he composed himself, eyes closed and tongue licking his chapped lips.

You leaned down and kissed them, still warming his cock but knowing you needed to get up – the pain in your thighs urging you to stretch before you started cramping from straddling his lap for so long. There was something different in the way Lando looked at you as you got up from the bed. It was hard to decipher; several shades of emotions spread across his face, ones that he couldn’t quite express in the way he wanted. And one’s you maybe didn’t want to hear.

“What’s that look?”

Curiosity got the better of you.

But deep down there was a part of you that knew that look anywhere – the look of complete adoration. You’d seen it so many times before, most recently with your friend Rae and her husband; both of them being wholly and utterly in love with each other, til death do they part. There was no doubt in your mind that they were soul mates, destined to be together for the rest of their lives, living a full life in each other’s company. What they had was a happily ever after kind of love.

Lando propped his back up against your bedhead and smiled to himself as you slipped under the sheets beside him, “I was just thinking about how fucking perfect you are and that I’ve never felt like this before. Ever.”

But his face dropped when you looked away from him, avoiding his eye contact. “You know, you do that every time I say something like that.”

You sighed and reluctantly captured his gaze again, “Do what?”

“Look away from me, like you don’t want to admit to your feelings. Because I know you have them – I feel them every time you kiss me, every time you touch me and it’s different with you… You’re special to me. I think you might actually be–”

Without even thinking, your fingertips flew to Lando’s lips and stopped him mid sentence. You didn’t know what came over you – maybe panic, trying your best to mitigate the damages that you knew were inevitably going to come. It pained you to do it and it hurt even more when Lando’s dark blue eyes widened, as if a crushing weight had just come down and pummelled his spirit.

“Don’t say it.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” Lando chuckled against your fingertips and through the pain, reaching up and tracing his thumb across your jawline with a strained smile, “Please let me finish.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” His voice was stronger, stare narrowed in faux confusion. He knew what was coming, he wasn’t entirely oblivious, but he had to play dumb; act like what you were about to say was the most ludicrous thing he’d ever heard and convince you that whatever had you worried, he could fix.

But you weren’t stupid. You knew that he had sensed your wavering, the diversions every time he proclaimed how much he cared about you, the little gestures of affection that left you awkwardly speechless. It wasn’t because you couldn’t express your feelings, hell, you were a grown ass woman and it wasn’t because you didn’t love him because deep down there was a part of you that did. And maybe in some alternate universe where you weren’t in your thirties and he wasn’t a young, hotshot driver, you could’ve waited for everything to fall into place. But that wasn’t your situation. It was complicated – too much so.

“You know why…”

He wasn’t expecting the tables to be turned back on him so quickly. But the realisation hit him like a tonne of bricks; of course you knew. Of course you could see right through him, like a ghost – you’d done that since the second he laid eyes on you, read him like an open book even when he thought he was being slick, as if you hadn’t experienced all of this before. He hated that you were two steps ahead with him always on the back foot and playing catch up. He should’ve known better than to call your bluff, putting on a brave face when all he wanted to do was rewind and follow your lead. Take it slow. Easy does it. Don’t scare her off.

But he loved you; Lando couldn’t hide that. You were different. You were special. You were everything he could’ve asked for and now he could feel you slipping away.

“Don’t do this to me.” He whispered; head titled and voice meek, unsteady. The façade had finally fallen, all cards laid out on the table for all to see. You couldn’t look at him after those words left his mouth, chills surging down your spine. The room was dark, lit only by the hallway light seeping through the open door but you could see him clear as day; shattering into tiny pieces and simultaneously trying to pick them up as they fell to the floor.

“You can’t do this – not now. We’re just starting to get into a rhythm. You said you wanted this and I thought it was going well, like, you are enjoying this, right? What’s changed?” He was desperate now, clutching at every straw in the pack, searching for answers while you sat silently, mustering up the energy to tell him the cold hard truth.

You sighed and grasped his hand, shaking as you interlaced your fingers. It was selfish to want him close while you broke his heart but you were hurting too; gut-wrenched and guilt ridden that you’d allowed it to go on for this long. Four months of pure bliss masked your reality, blinders shielding you from the truth.

“I guess tonight I realised how much you have left to experience and I can’t hold you back from all of that… You should’ve been dancing with those girls tonight, living it up while you still can, you know?”

“Frankly, I don’t.” Lando scoffed, shaking his head fervently, “Who do you think I am? Fuckin’... Joey Essex or something? I’m not a player. I’m not some guy who fucks around for the sake of it. If that’s who you think I am, then fuck me. You don’t know me at all, baby.” His voice was venomous with a hint of amusement and you couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

Because he was right.

“Okay so maybe you’re not Joey Essex,” You rolled your eyes, “But you’re young! And hot and rich and famous and… There’s so much more out there for you than settling for this. For me.”

“But I want you.”

“You don’t know what you want.”

“I know that I’m in love with you.”

“You don’t know what love is.”

The longer the back and forth went on, the more nauseous you were becoming – whiplashed by words. You didn’t want to fight with him but he was adamant to fight for you, to convince you to forget about it for tonight. But your accusation that he didn’t know what love meant cut deep, slicing through his heart and belittling everything he’d done for you, how he felt about you. Undermining what you have together.

“Don’t treat me like a child. You don’t treat me like that when I’m making you scream my name or when you’re begging me to fuck you. So why are you doing it now?!” His voice was raised, teetering on the edge of a full-blown screaming match.

“Because I’ve been lying to myself! Telling myself that this was okay, that maybe we could make it work because you were so sweet, so charming. And I love what we’ve done together; you’ve made me feel alive again. But I’ve taken enough from you – you deserve more. And I deserve more – someone who isn’t away seven months out of the year; someone to start a family with and I can’t do that with you.”

A single tear silently rolled down your cheek and you hadn’t even realised that Lando was frozen in place, watching his world crumbling in around him. He wished he had the right words, prayed to a higher power to give him the words that would ease your mind and forget about the future until you realised you couldn’t live without him. But he wasn’t that lucky, not today, not ever – he just had to hold his ground and fight.

“I know that you’ve been in more relationships than me and I know that you’ve been fucked over more times than you deserve. One is too many since you are the single most beautiful person I have ever met.” Lando’s voice was low and faltering as he spoke, tears now prickling the corners of his eyes.

“But I want those things with you, maybe not right now but I see a future with you – I really fucking do. And I’ve tried to be that guy for you every single day since the moment we met but you haven’t let me. I want to be the guy you call in the middle of the night when you can't sleep – someone you can rely on. I’ll be the man you need me to be, I swear. Give me a chance to show you.”

Silence filled the dark room, distant sirens outside your window took some of the edge off but the tension was thick – suffocating as you threw the duvet off your legs, suddenly feeling like your chest was on fire, flushed red. You blinked a couple of times before burying your head in your hands, raking fingers through your tangled hair. There were no more tears, just unfiltered emotion running rampant in your mind, weighing up everything that had been said – figuring out where that left you. But like in the weeks leading up to this moment, you found yourself back at the same place every time. Broken.

And nothing could change the way you feel.

“Your future is my present, Lando. And I hate this – I don’t want this to be the end but I don’t have time and you have so much living left to do. I know that you can’t see that now but I promise you that I’m right. I promise you that you will forget about me and find someone worthy of your love, someone who can wait for you to be ready for all the things you want out of life – someone to share the journey with because I’ve missed all of that and if I could turn the clock back and start again with you, I would do it in a heartbeat because you are so much more than I could’ve ever asked for. But life is cruel and I can’t take those years away from you, I can't.”

There was an eerily long pause before Lando spoke, time really feeling like the burden it had always been.

“You’re right – I don’t understand.”

You wanted to shake him, make him believe your words more than anything but you remembered what you would’ve thought at twenty-three. Wide eyed and naïve, hearing the person you loved telling you that your feelings weren’t real and you hated to think that he would resent you for all of this; but of course he would. Why wouldn’t he?

“But it doesn’t change the way I feel about you.” Not yet, you thought.

“I know it doesn’t,” You barely whispered as Lando stood up to pull on his boxer briefs from the floor, feeling vulnerable and exposed, physically and emotionally.

“Do you want me to go?” He asked, solemn and quiet. Eyes hooded with fatigue as he gazed down at you in bed, arms limp at his sides while he waited for your answer; bated breath rushing through his lungs, heartbeat pounding in his ears.

You shook your head and gently patted the spot he’d left beside you. It was barely warm as your fingertips brushed over the white sheet, a subtle reminder of what it would feel like without him there, out of your life. Maybe it was immoral to tempt him back into your bed and it was definitely wrong to let him kiss you, to touch you, to make love to you until the sun came up. But the way he stared into your soul as he rested his weary head on your pillow, eyes pleading with you for one last memory together, you couldn’t refuse him that. You couldn’t deny him the closure he needed, if that was even something you could give.

One of the several alarms on your phone jolted you awake, the jingle making your stomach flip as you reached over and silenced it with a huff. Your head was thumping, eyes sealed shut with sleep, mind numbed and an ache between your thighs that reminded you of the events that transpired last night. You could be easily forgiven for the pang of regret coursing through your body as you remembered the words that were said in the heat of the moment. For pushing away the only good thing in your life at present.

A cold shiver travelling down your spine sent you on a mission to find that good thing, your hand reaching for the warm body you’d become so accustomed to feeling beside you.

But when you turned over, he wasn’t there – his side was cold, wrinkled. Empty.

You sat up in disbelief, eyes searching the room for any signs of life besides you. Lando? You called out and wrapped yourself up in a robe, thinking that maybe he was downstairs making a cup of tea or watching TV. For some reason, you hadn’t even considered the obvious as you walked around your apartment, looking in the kitchen and the courtyard, phone in your hand.

Maybe the harsh reality was too hard to stomach, too hard to comprehend. In hindsight it didn't seem that unbelievable, that for Lando, waking up next to you knowing it would probably be the last time he ever saw you was a painful memory he would rather not have locked away in his subconscious for the rest of his life.

And once reality hit, you stopped in your tracks. Stood still in your cold, lonely apartment once again. Tears streamed down your face when you came to grips with your own self-inflicted pain. Lando was gone. You knew it was for the best, better for both of you and in time that would become clearer; easier to bear. But what killed you the most was that there was no way of knowing if he was happier now than he was with you because you never heard from him again. Not a knock on your door, not even a drunken text. And you deserved that. You had no right to his life from that day on.

But all of the late nights, the stories, the deep, dark secrets and the whispered sweet nothings you had shared together haunted you for years, even after you married the love of your life.

Forever left wondering, what could’ve been?

a/n - i promise that i'll do happier lando fics in the near future but i hope you enjoyed this series and thank you again for all the support on it x lots of love! thoughts? feelings? i wanna know all of them! or click here for more of my writing if you liked this x

#lando norris #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris smut #lando norris one shot #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #formula 1 one shot #formula 1 #f1 one shot #f1 x reader #monzamashmasterlist #what could've been fic

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tipsy-clouds · 27 days

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URL Song Tag

Thank you to @janika31 for the tag!

(my second attempt at this since my first post went all wonky when I posted it...)

Typa Girl - BLACKPINK

Iconic - Simple Plan

Perfect Situation - Weezer

Single Soon - Selena Gomez

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Cold Feet - Coleman Hell

Light Switch - Charlie Puth

Out of Time - The Weeknd

Uh oh - Tate McRae

Dancing's Not a Crime - Panic! At The Disco

Stutter - Marianas Trench

I tag @gerbits @whyeverr @kissalopa @akitasimblr @honeyjars-sims @silwermoon-sims @minty-plumbob @pixelshary @someone-elsa plus whoever else wants to do this! (Feel free to ignore)

#tag game #url song tag game #nonsims

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gayratguy · 1 year

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Permanent Vip Experience

-Request for @axeegliter hope you enjoy!-

You had waited years for this, you had been to plenty of Charlie Puth’s concerts before but you had never had an experience like this. You had bucked up for a one of a kind backstage pass to meet Charlie before the concert which promised 20 minutes of a one on one conversation with Charlie! It had cost you thousands but it was so worth it. The day had come, and you had picked the perfect outfit. You arrived an hour before the concert and were led by one of his assistants to a small waiting area. The anticipation was killing you and after thirty minutes the same assistant led you to a door with a whiteboard that had “Mr.Puth” written across it. The assistant opened the door and you were greeted by a mostly undressed Charlie. The rest of his makeup team looked past you as they exited the green room closing the door behind them leaving just Charlie and you. You blushed and looked down at your feet trying to hide the growing tent in your pants. “Sorry I like to get comfortable before each of my shows, I hope you don’t mind.” You shake your head “Thought so why don’t you sit down get comfortable you payed for this after all.” You shuffled over to a small loveseat in the room trying to hide your hardon. Charlie chuckled and plopped himself next to you putting his arm around you. “Hey man it’s alright I want you to get something out of this and I know that any fan who pays this much to see me probably wants to get with me so it’s ok!” You move your hands away from your pants displaying your boner for Charlie. “Damn man you are excited huh” he says as he tightens his grasp on you pulling your head into his armpit as you sneak a sniff of his musk. “Well hey why don’t we make sure you get your money’s worth.” With a devious smile Charlie quickly stands up and drops his underwear and turns towards you with a large 8inch cock drooling pre onto your pants. You don’t have to be told twice, you begin servicing the star as he moans and places a hand behind your head guiding your rhythm. Before too long he pulls you off and orders you to strip and turns you on the couch so your ass is facing him. He kisses the back of your neck before spitting in your hole before beginning to jackhammer you. Before too long you feel his balls tense releasing a torrent of spunk into your ass when you feel something shift. You try to pull off to investigate but find you can’t. “Oh this is my favorite part, get ready to be part of the show dude,” moaned Charlie. You found that your legs had already begun changing shape, becoming wrinkled and ball like as they merged with his sack. You spent so long in awe of what was happening you didn’t notice that your arms had already become nubs on the side of your body as your chest became smooth and cylindrical. Before too long he started to jerk his human sized cock which you were becoming and it felt amazing. You felt your hair fall out as your facial features simplified but you didn’t care you just wanted him to keep stroking you. You closed your eyes and found you couldn’t open them again when you heard Charlie say “oh I’m close man thank you again I love my fans and I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” A pressure built in your throat and before too long you felt a high come over you as you shot your load. Buckets of cum spewed out of you as you were left in a daze. You realized you began to shrink down leaving charlie with a now 9inch beer can thick cock. “Thanks dude I don’t think I got your name but I’m sure we’ll have fun together.” He almost immediately began jerking you again.

You started to wonder if this was permanent or not, you felt like you had stuff to get back too but you realized you couldn’t remember what. You again felt the similar high of pleasure pass over you as you shot again. You tried once again to figure out what it was that was missing when you realized you don’t even know you’re name. When you tried to think of something all that came up was “cock”. You also tried to think of your owners name knowing he was someone important but you could only think “Master.” Your thoughts began to slow with each orgasm as you lost the ability to think words as your mind was flooded with ideas of serving your owner cumming and fucking. Charlie collapsed on the soaked love seat as his assistants came back in and began to clean up. He would never know the name of the fan that walked in but he didn’t really care, he knew that no matter who he was he was happier this way.

#cock transformation #cock tf #ctf #inanimate tf #body part tf #body part transformation #celebrity tf #charlie puth #sorry this is so long

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angellivies13purple · 8 months

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First time on Tumblr

Me 💜 Angelica 💜 Minor 💜 Pronouns- She/her

Hi. this is my first post on Tumblr. I will introduce myself as a chaotically creative person.

I mainly post about Taylor Swift and the nature photography i do and the creative fanart or art that I love to create. Plus I also post about anything that is trending and feels like it is in my interests. So some random things also.

▪️I'm a fan of these TV shows:

Wednesday, TSITP, Stranger Things and more.

▪️I am a fan of these books:

Hunger Games, The summer i turned pretty, Lara Jean, Five feet apart, and also some crime-thriller novels that i don't wanna mention

▪️I am a fan of these singer/songwriters:

Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Sabrina Carpenter, Camilla Cabello, Billie Ellish, Anne-Marie, Lana del Rey, Selena Gomez, Em Beihold.(It is in no specific order of most favorite or least favorite. All these singers are my equally favorite but Taylor Swift is the goddess)

Harry Styles, Ed Sheeran, Charlie Puth, Joshua Bassett, Shawn Mendes, Benson Boone, Levent Geiger, JVKE and more (If you don't know any of these artists then ask me, I will give you a nice introduction of any of these artists)

My interests are listening to music, reading books and journaling. 🎵📖😃 I also like to click photos of the the nature.🏞

⭐I always appreciate messages/replies/asks !⭐

Here is my most recent one: 😇

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cinnabun-faerie · 1 year

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Fourchenault with the biggest dumbest crush on the WoL (and it's driving him nuts)

A/N: So I'm listening to Cheating on you by Charlie Puth and for some reason, it gave me this idea. Don't worry, there's no "cheating" going on.

Note: Fourchenault is an angy romantic dumb man and I love him; this can go into multiple parts if anyone wants me to continue Fourchenault's little love story headcanons

Warning: A single swear

Context: In this, Fourchenault & Ameliance have an open relationship

FFXIV taglist: @missnella-nova @shippyprincess @healersadjust @thai @lumeriadeborel @obscene-tevene @losingmymindinglitter @gudaworks @midromiell @kanouizumi3104 @msrussian @ishgardianangel

contrary to what people may think, your & Fourchenault had interacted briefly before he disowned his your children

you were just unaware of it

but for him, it was an experience that would haunt his mind and heart for too long

you finally had time away to yourself

so you decided to sit down by the water and sing

Fourchenault just happened to be passing by on his way to meet with someone when he heard your heavenly voice

as he listened, he found that his feet was leading him closer to you

it was as if you had enchanted him with the song that he had once sang softly to his infant twins when no one was around

however, he had somewhat snapped out of his trance once your weapon/spell was thrown/shot his way

he hadn't moved a muscle as he was still reeling from your voice

so it's luckily that the weapon/spell hit the tree beside him, right?

"WHO'S THERE!? SHOW YOURSELF!"

he in fact, did not

he decided to leave

but he had not forgotten about you

he knew nothing about you

he hated how you plagued his mind day and night

and there was no escape

nothing he tried to distract himself worked

it was driving him to insanity

and Ameliance teasing him about it wasn't helping

he had work to do

he didn't need to meet with you again

even if his inner thoughts (and Ameliance) said that he did

instead, he was going to meet with the leader of Gridania

it would be fine

he wouldn't even have to think

he would just say his piece and leave

but no, his life couldn't be so easy

in front of him was the warrior of light

the one who leading his children astray with all these crazy ideals

"Leveilleur? This is your father?"

Fuck

his mind was spiraling

that voice that had him so restless for weeks was you

and when he finally got a good look at you, his breath caught in his throat

you were the most breathtaking person in Eorzea

gods, where had you been all of his life?

he tried to stay on topic, his heart thumping violently in his chest

he'd mentally kick himself for how silly he felt when you became defensive and protective over the twins

it warmed his angry heart for a moment

but he had to pretend not to care so he could walk away

his mind was spiraling and pulling in many directions

he had a headache

but he was sure he would not get a wink of sleep

at least he would never seen you again

and there it was, the pain in his chest again

maybe a small part of him wanted to see you

but he could try to convince himself otherwise

#ffxiv #fourchenault x reader #ffxiv headcanons #i can't get enough of him

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nerdieforpedro · 3 months

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Let your Spotify predict your 2024

Shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first twelve songs represent your 2024. I was tagged by @megamindsecretlair and it seems fun. I did the current month (February through January 2025).

February - Remedy by Adele (So I'm to be someone's balm? Okay I guess. I do that for work already so nothing new.)

March - To be Loved by Adele (Well, my birth month is hitting hard. Geez. We're starting the year off with ballads.)

April - Tell me something Good by Chaka Khan & Rufus (One of my favorites and maybe that means my vacation will be dope.)

May - Alright by Victoria Monet (Apparently I will feelin' myself very much in this month and I look forward to that. May even learn how to dance.)

June - Knocks me off my feet by Stevie Wonder (So does this mean I'm meeting Pedro or Oscar and can just awkwardly wave hello? Please?)

July - I wanna be your lover by Prince (Does this refer to me toward someone or someone toward me? I'm not gonna know what to do either way so it's mute.)

August - Love on the Weekend by John Mayer (A weekend getaway would be fun. Don't let me navigate, I'll get us lost even with Siri.)

September - Play that funky music by Cherry Music (More dancing to wind down the summer I assume.)

October - I wanna dance with somebody by Whitney Houston (I'll need someone to dance with for this to play out.)

November - Hard on yourself by Charlie Puth & blackbear (We're getting into the holidays so this is correct.)

December - Text me when you get home by Full Crate, Lola Violet, UHMEER (What me and my friends do to make sure we all get home okay.)

January 2025 - Undercover by Sam Wills (Will I have a sneaky link next year? I have to wait until next year?)

NPT: @trulybetty @rhoorl @laurfilijames @fhatbhabie @agentjackdaniels @pamasaur @goodwithcheese @lady-bess @i-own-loki @linzels-blog @maggiemayhemnj @magpiepillsjunior and anyone else who wants to try it out 🥰

#Nerdie's 2024 #looks...odd #status quo really #music #spotify

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usersewis · 1 year

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ty for the tag @formula-red and @rossocorsaseb <3 ily both

shuffling my songs and putting the first 10 that come up:

blinded - emmit fenn

hello - adele

who's crying now - journey

tradegy - bee gees

go fuck yourself - two feet

idgaf - dua lipa

say that everything will be alright - isak danielson

I like you - post malone & doja cat

see you again - wiz khalifa & charlie puth

intro - the xx

tagging w/o pressure @mickschumachergf @lewishamil10n @simplywrong @theflyingfin @unhinged-vettel @fruitpearl @seblrina @schumigrace @tinyweltmeister @krocodilf @robholdingprotocol

#tag games #<3

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harmonyindark245 · 2 years

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ONE LAST TIME [Chapter 1]

Summary - Elain and Azriel have known each other since they were 11 and had never been separated. But when their view for their future no longer matches, things break apart between them, causing a rift which had never been fixed. Elain goes on to become a neurosurgeon, while Azriel works for the deadlier part of the community. Ten years later, their lives get entangled as they cross paths, this time stakes much greater than just their hearts.

An: All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

Warnings: Mature language, violence, alcohol consumption, smoking, drugs

Hope you all enjoy!

Masterlist

Songs:

We Don’t Talk Anymore - Charlie Puth Ft. Selena Gomez Numb - Linkin Park Outlaw - Selena Gomez and the Scene

“And the award goes to… Taylor Swift!” Elain jumped up from her seat as she heard the announcement. “YES! She exclaimed, happy that her favorite singer got awarded. In all her excitement, her feet got tangled up in between her throw blanket and she tripped, landing on her couch with a thump.

A high pitched chuckle drew her attention towards the corner of the room. She gasped dramatically as she saw her nine year old son laughing at her.

“Daemon! What are you doing up this late?” She asked as she stood up, untangling herself from the blanket.

Her son smiled back at her, one tooth missing. “I was waiting for you to come back home, but I guess I fell asleep. Then I heard you chanting Taylor Swift and I woke up.” Elain smiled sheepishly at her son.

“Well, I’m sorry for waking you up with my racket. But why were you waiting for me?” She moved towards him, taking in his disheveled hair and wrinkled pajamas.

“Because, I learned how to make my own tie! So now I can go to the party with you and Graysen!” His eyes were bright with hope as he said those words.

Elain held back a sigh. She had forgotten all about the ball that was taking place the day after. Her fiance, Graysen, worked under his father who was the CEO of a multimillion dollar company. The ball was being held in honor of Graysen’s father retiring and was going to announce Graysen as his successor.

“But Dae, I already told you that it’s for big people, only. No kids are allowed.” Elain explained as Daemon continued to look at her with hopeful eyes.

“But mom I am big.” he said in the same tone as Elain. “Uncle Lu said that a grown man can make his own tie!” Elain was pretty sure this was from the conversation she had with Lucien a few days ago. He had been amused by the fact that Graysen, for all the designer suits he wore, was unable to make his own tie.

“Sweetie, I’m not allowed to bring someone else with me.” She tried to reason.

“That's not true!” Daemon exclaimed. “Jason said that his dad was taking him. And he even gets to wear a suit!” He crossed his arms and pouted. “He can’t even make his own tie! I can! I’m a grown up and I can go!”

Elain tried to hide her smile at his outburst. “Well, if you’re a grown up now, I think you can sleep with all the night lights off tonight, m’kay?”

His eyes widened, but he didn’t lose his stance. “I’m sure if my dad was here then he would’ve taken me.”

Elain instantly frowned at his words. She had tried to disguise the absence of a father from his life as much as she could and had not noticed him being affected by it.

“Fine,” She accepted reluctantly, “I’ll talk to Graysen about it. If he says it’s okay, I’ll take you.”

“And a suit?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“I’ll get you that suit as well.” Elain smiled and ruffled his hair. Daemon grabbed her hand and dragged her to his room.

He lay down on his bed and shifted, making space for Elain. She lay on her side and looked at him, his hazel eyes closed. Elain took a moment to take in all the features he shared with the one person she never wanted to see again. Fate was cruel, wasn’t it?

“Mommy?” He whispered with his eyes closed.

“Hmm?”

“Please don’t turn the night lights off.”

~~~~~

The room was dark and damp, the only light source a small bulb hanging from the ceiling. It was quiet except for the whimpering sounds coming from the man tied to the chair in the middle of the room.

“I swear I don’t know where he is.” The man panted. “Let me go!” He banged his hands which were cuffed to the table.

From the corner of the room, a man emerged from the darkness, a bloodied knife held in his hand. His hazel eyes glowing in the light as he moved towards the man. He turned the chair in front of him and straddled it, placing the knife on the table. He spun the knife while taking his phone out. The tied up man looked at the knife in front of him. The man slammed his hand on the knife, causing it to stop and showed the tied man his phone.

The tied man’s eyes widened as he saw the image on the phone.

“This is your daughter, isn’t it? Along with your wife?” His voice was stone cold as he stared at the tied man in front of him. “Does your wife know you have a mistress?” He swiped the screen to show another woman.

The man shook his head. “You won’t do anything. You think I haven’t heard of you?” The man leaned forward in a challenge. “Word on the street is that Rhysand doesn’t hurt women and kids. Your threat card won’t work on me. You can’t scare me one bit.”

Azriel smirked darkly. “Well, good thing I’m not Rhysand, am I?” In a flash, he picked his knife and slammed it in the man’s hand, the man screaming in pain.

~~~~~

“Rise and shine, butterflies!” A loud, obnoxious voice exclaimed, causing Elain to wake up. She groaned and covered her face with a pillow. Beside her, Daemon was already wide awake.

Two pairs of hands, one little and one large, shook her shoulders, further irritating her. “Up Up Up Up”

“Nonono No.” She replied, rolling over to burrow her face into her pillows.

“Dae, please go and get a glass of ice cold water.” The male voice said, which was followed by sounds of footsteps running out of the room. Elain’s bed dipped beside her and she opened one eye to glare at the man who was grinning at her with no guilt.

“I fucking hate you.” She flatly said.

“Trust me, I know.” Lucien continued to smile at her, offering her a hand. Elain groan and took it, sitting herself up and rubbing her eyes with her palm.

Lucien reached behind him to produce a black mug, steaming and the smell of coffee coming out of it. Elain grasped it and inhaled it down.

“What are you even doing here? I didn’t give you a key to come and ruin my sleep whenever you want.”

“I am here to drop Daemon off to school and ensure that you reach the hospital within an hour.” He took his phone out and started swiping through it.

Daemon entered the room with a glass of ice. He was all dressed up in his uniform and ready for school.

Elain groaned again at just how late she was.

“Momma, you’re up!” He exclaimed and hugged her tightly. “Good morning!”

Elain mumbled a reply. Lucien raised his brows at her and after a pause told Daemon to go outside and wait in the car. “You okay?” He asked when Daemon was out of hearing range.

Elain nodded. “It’s just, last night, Dae mentioned something about how he would be allowed to go to the ball if his dad was here.”

Lucien’s eyes widened. “And what did you say?”

“Nothing.” Elain put her coffee mug on the side table. “I just said that I’ll ask Graysen about the ball. I can’t exactly tell him that his father doesn’t even know he exists.”

“But one day, you’ll have to tell him. No matter how much love and affection you give him, he’ll always feel a void which only a father can fill.” Lucien said wistfully.

“He’ll have Graysen.” Elain said harshly.

Lucien gave her a look. “You know he and Graysen would never be able to have that bond. Graysen wants power and a trophy wife, not an added responsibility.”

Elain cocked her head at his words and nudged him. “You’ve been there for him. You could be his father figure.”

Lucien raised both his hands and shook his head. “Nope. Not at all. I’m the fun and wild uncle type, not the strict daddy type.”

“That’s not what she said.” Elain smiled innocently as Lucien gave her a sour look.

“Elain Archeron, that was a complete mom joke, do you know that?” Lucien said in disgust.

“But I am a mom.” Elain laughed and Lucien got off the bed, groaning at her words and moved towards the door. As soon as he reached the threshold, he turned back to look at her.

He pinned her with a serious look “He deserves to know the truth.”

Elain sat on her bed for a while looking at the spot Lucien had been. The way Lucien had said the words made her think he didn’t mean Daemon.

Elain allowed herself to think about the man she desperately wanted to forget. The man who haunted her dreams and broke her heart when she was 18. The man she didn’t want in her son’s life.

Azriel Knight did not know about the existence of his son and Elain intended to keep it that way.

~~~~~

The Sun had risen by the time Azriel stepped out of the dungeon. He had spent the entire night torturing information out of Albert, Alfred something. He didn’t really care what the man’s name was. Just another to add on the long list of victims by his hand.

He went to the bathroom to clean his hands when his adoptive brother, Cassian joined him. “So, Algert finally spoke, huh?”

Azriel inwardly cringed at the name. Who the fuck names their child Algert?

“Freaked the fuck out once he realized I wasn’t Rhysand.” Azriel scrubbed the blood caked beneath his nails. Cassian observed him for a while before he let out a dramatic sigh.

“Are you really gonna make me ask?” He whined.

Azriel hid a smile at the predictability of his brother. “He said there was somewhat of a real estate war amongst the higher ups and that’s where he last saw him.”

“Amongst the higher ups?” Cassian questioned. “So that means it’s in Rhysand’s area now?”

Azriel walked out of the bathroom, Cassian following him. “No. He’s a rat. If Rhysand wants to maintain his status, he can’t be seen around someone like him. We need to get involved.”

Cassian stopped walking, causing Azriel to pause and look back at him. “Keir is probably working for one of them.”

Azriel considered this. “Good thing I didn’t kill poor little Algert. Would’ve been a waste of an opportunity.”

Azriel marched into the dungeon, the door slamming into the wall. The man, Algert, shot up straight and instantly cowered in fear as he saw who was there.

“Who is Kier working for?” Azriel asked, moving towards Algert.

Algert shook his head. “I don’t know.” Azriel nodded in understanding, before grabbing his hair and slamming his head onto the table.

He held the man’s head upwards. “Tell me or else I’ll make the previous sessions feel like child’s play.”

Algert raised his cuffed hands as much as he could and Cassian winced at the sight of only three fingers remaining on each hand.

“I don’t know his name.” He spoke through the blood coming from his nose. “But he’s going to be at Nolan’s ball. Has a fiance and a kid.”

Azriel leaned close. “You know about the woman he fucks but not his name?”

The man coughed out a laugh. “Can’t forget that woman. A beauty with those brown eyes of hers.”

At the mention of brown eyes, Azriel instantly looked away. The one person that came to his mind with brown eyes was the last thing that should’ve been on his mind when he was sitting in a torture chamber, torturing a man for information. He was grateful that she was far away from this kind of world. His world.

“Listen,” Cassian interjected. “If you give us something worthwhile to work on, I can convince this dude right here,” - Cassian pointed towards Azriel - “to let you go without hurting you. And I’m telling you, once I saw him get so pissed off by some guy and he used his blade and slit him open from one end to the other.” Azriel raised a brow at the exaggeration, but didn’t say anything.

Cassian leaned towards the man and whispered, “It’s always the quiet ones, am I right?”

Azriel had had enough. He let go of the man’s head, letting it drop onto the table with a thud. “I’m out of here.” Azriel told Cassian, walking out of the room.

Azriel stood outside playing with his lighter when Cassian came out of the room a few minutes later, with a triumphant smile.

Azriel gave him a blank look. “It’s always the quiet ones?”

Cassian shrugged. “What? I need to do something to make you more intimidating. And I don’t see you spouting poetry.” He accused.

Azriel smirked as he replied. “I don’t need to resort to it.”

Cassian shook his head. “Spoke like a sparrow once you walked out.”

“That’s not the expression.”

He pouted his lips. “No, I’m pretty sure it is.”

Azriel let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m gonna clear my head. You go brief Rhys.” Azriel left, his head aching after yet another sleepless night.

~~~~~

“Just let him come this once, I promise, I won’t let him out of my sight.” Elain pleaded. She was seated in a nice cafe with her fiance Graysen sitting in front of her, going through his phone.

Graysen and Elain met when Elain had just started her residency and was working in the ER. On the outside he seemed to be the perfect male specimen, exactly opposite of the kind she was used to. One date turned into ten and a year later, Graysen asked her to marry him. Elain had said yes and they had been engaged since then, waiting for Elain’s residency to get over before marrying.

Graysen sighed as he ran his free hand through his hair. “You know I would love to have him there. But I haven’t told people yet that you have a kid, and I don’t want it to cause any scenes at my father’s ball.”

Elain shook her head. “It won’t cause a problem. I swear.”

Graysen reached across the table to hold Elain’s hand. “Sweetheart, you don’t know those people like I do.” He rubbed his thumb on her skin. “They’re like vultures. And Daemon is too innocent to go through that kind of mess.”

“What if he spends the whole time with Lucien?” Elain tried again.

Graysen considered this. “It might work. No one would care if the Vanserra clan had another offspring roaming around.”

Elain furrowed her brows at the obvious snide comment at her best friend’s family. Graysen noticed this and smiled at her. “I’m not insulting them. Just stating a fact.”

He looked at his watch and stood up holding a hand for Elain. “Come on, lunchtime is over and you need to be back at the hospital.” He walked her outside and they got into Graysen’s car. Before Elain sat, she heard a camera snapping. She turned towards the sound but didn’t see anything.

She shook her head as if clearing it and sat in the car. The journey to the hospital was a quiet one with Graysen scrolling through his phone and Elain looking out the window.

As Elain was getting out of the car, Graysen grabbed her hand. “Be careful honey.” He said softly. “There might be a few enemies of mine who would do anything to get to me. Including hurting you.” He looked into her eyes.

“Are you saying that I’m in danger?” Elain asked in shock.

Graysen gave her a reassuring smile that did little for her. “Naah, but it wouldn’t hurt to be a bit more careful. Future CEO’s fiancee acts as a great bargaining chip.”

Elain’s hand was finally released and she moved out, walking towards the hospital she worked at. She was bombarded with patient files as soon as she entered her station and all thoughts of her life being in danger went out of her mind.

~~~~~

Azriel parked his car in front of the old mansion. It had been his home before he had moved out at 18. His adoptive father and both brothers still resided there and as far as the world was concerned, it was still the headquarters of the Knight gang.

It was also the place where Azriel had the most memories with Elain. He never told anyone but the house haunted him with every single moment he spent with Elain. He had asked Elain to marry him in that house. After Elain left, he couldn’t bear to spend another second in that house. So, he moved out, much to the dismay of his family.

He knew any regular man would think it pathetic to be stuck up on one girl, but it didn’t matter to him. He would’ve given up everything for Elain. He knew that if she were to come up to him at the moment, he would sacrifice himself for her.

He found himself grateful that neither of her sisters resembled Elain, in looks or personality, not always reminding him of what he lost. He envied both his brothers for being lucky enough to be with the woman they loved.

Azriel was still lost in thought when he heard a car honking behind him.

He turned around to see Cassian sticking his head out of his car as he parked. “Hey Batman!” He called out. “We still have tons of work to do! So, if you’re done sulking, can we start working?”

Azriel shook his head in exasperation and walked inside the mansion, going directly towards Rhys’ office. Cassian followed in behind him.

Rhysand sat on his chair behind his massive desk in his formal work clothes, talking to someone on the phone.

“Feyre darling, call me after you’re done with your work. I have to go now.” He said as he saw both his brother’s entering his office.

He looked at Azriel for a moment before speaking, “You look well rested.”

Azriel shrugged in response. “Figured I’ll get in as much rest as I could, considering the next few weeks are gonna take the shit out of us.”

Rhys tapped his fingers on his desk. “That’s true. Cassian told me what you got out of that man. One of the men matched his descriptions. Turned out to be Graysen, Nolan’s son.” Rhys picked up a file on his desk and opened it. “Don’t know much about the fiancee. Never met her before but all I’ve heard is that she’s not only beautiful but also very smart. And the kid’s not his.”

“We’re gonna kidnap the girl aren’t we?” Azriel asked, taking a seat in front of Rhys, Cassian still lingered near the closed door.

Rhys nodded. “Taking her from under his nose would be a massive slap to his ego. Nolan’s ball is tomorrow, I’ll manage to get a few extra invites.”

Azriel cocked his head. “We don’t know anything about the girl?”

Cassian answered from behind. “Never needed the info. Nolan played it safe, and even then, she’s not from their circles. Not much info there at all.”

“I have Feyre working on it. I’ll send it to you as soon as I get something helpful.” Rhys informed them.

Cassian grinned. “Does Feyre like it when you order her around like this?”

Rhys raised a brow. “Yes, and she listens, just like you will when I tell you to get out and figure out how to get your work done.”

Azriel got up and left the room as Cassian groaned, “We’ve been leveled down to kidnapping, Az. We have no importance now.”

~~~~~

Elain had spent two hours in the mall looking for a suit for her son when she finally took a break. She had gone directly after her shift got over and was starving.

Elain was about to go get dinner in one of her favored restaurants when she noticed someone familiar standing nearby.

She got closer and realized that she was correct and her sister Feyre was standing in front of her with a camera in her hand. Feyre had also noticed Elain at that moment and looked at her with wide eyes, almost about to run.

“Feyre!” Elain called out and ran towards her, engulfing her in a hug. “It’s been so long, what are you doing here?”

Feyre snapped out of her shock and shrugged. “Just getting some inspiration for my art.” She held up her camera.

“Ooh that’s cool, will you show me?” Elain was about to reach for the camera when Feyre pulled it back quickly.

“No!” She shouted, then took a breath before continuing. “It’s kind of personal. No offense.” Elain dropped her shoulders and smiled back.

“It’s okay. I didn’t mean to be grabby.” She gestured towards the restaurant. “I’m starving. Would you like to join me?”

Feyre contemplated before nodding in assertion. Both sisters were directed to an empty table inside and both ordered food. Both sat in silence until their food arrived.

“So what have you been up to?” Elain asked, wanting to get rid of the awkwardness.

Feyre smiled enthusiastically. “Well I went to Velaris U and majored in Art History. After that I got my PHD and now I work as an art curator in a museum.”

Elain smiled at her younger sister. “What about your love life? Still with Rhysand?”

Feyre slightly blushed. “Um yes. He proposed in our third year and we both got married as soon as we graduated.”

“Oh. That’s wonderful!” Elain was happy but a small part inside of her was hurt that she didn’t get to attend her sister’s wedding.

Feyre noticed this and tried to change the topic. “What about you? Completely cut us off when you left.”

Elain shook her head. “That wasn’t on purpose. I was just really busy and had my hands tied up with everything. Completed my bachelors and MD in combined 7 years from Adriata and came back to Velaris for my residency. It’s my third year of residency for Union Hospital’s neurosurgery program.”

Feyre looked at Elain with wide eyes, before turning her expression into a sly smirk. “So what you’re saying is that Nesta is the only one of us who doesn’t have Dr. in front of her name?”

Elain’s eyes widened at the realization and both sisters broke out in laughter. “She’d probably enroll herself just to prove us wrong.”

Just then Feyre’s phone rang and her smile faded. “Um, I’m so sorry, but I have to go. I have a deadline for my project.”

Elain nodded in understanding and knew that she should quickly get something for Daemon and return home as well.

They both left the restaurant and Feyre hugged Elain tightly. “I really missed you.” Elain returned the sentiment. “Please don’t hate us.” Feyre added softly, not meant for Elain’s ears but she heard anyway.

~~~~~

Azriel was sitting in his office when Cassian walked in with a shopping bag.

He dropped the bag in front of Azriel. “There’s your suit for tomorrow. You’re welcome.”

Azriel didn’t glance at the articles of clothing. “Feyre’s the one that probably bought it. I’m not thanking you for anything.”

Cassian leaned his hip on the desk. “As Rhysand’s ‘COO’ you get an invite to the ball. And your plus one is oh so wonderful me.” He dropped the envelope in Azriel’s lap.

Cassian’s voice took a serious tone. “Rhys gave me all the info on the girl. So, how the hell are we gonna get her?” Azriel shrugged.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Cassian asked in frustration.

“We’ll lure her out and grab her.” Azriel simply answered.

“And how will we be doing that?” He urged.

Azriel snarkily answered “Using your dashing charm.”

Cassian raised a brow before mumbling, “Trust me, my charm would do nothing on her.”

Rhys walked into the room without knocking, Azriel’s secretary scrambling in behind him. “I’m sorry sir, I told him you were already in a meeting.”

Azriel waved her off as he saw the grim look on his face.

“The kid is gonna be there as well and he’s nine years old.” He stated calmly.

Cassian cursed and Azriel was confused by his reaction. “So we take them both?”

Rhys nodded slowly. “Just don’t hurt them.”

Cassian grinned at Azriel. “I don’t think they're the ones that are gonna be hurt.”

Azriel didn’t have the energy to read into Cassian’s words. He just told his brother’s to leave him alone and continued to work, dreading the wretched ball he had to attend.

~~~~~~~

That was chapter 1! Let me know what you think!

Next Chapter - 4th November

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