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Speak of the Devil : Chapter Ten

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11.7k

A/N: smut warning yallll! Here it finally is. I hope you love it. I hope it was worth the wait. I'm so sorry it took so long and I love and appreciate all of you so much for sticking with me. 💖 ALSO this is not really edited but it's too fucking long, no regrets only memories.

ALSO! Special shout out to my love, Jump and Lift Anon 😘 thanks so much bby. 🥰

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Chapter Ten: A little mean

June 4th 2018

You were roused from your sleep by the incessant buzzing of your phone, you huffed loudly when you realized it wasn’t going to stop. You grabbed it off of the marble topped bedside table in the hotel room, frowning when you saw who was calling, but knowing you had to deal with this at some point. Might as well get it over with.

“Hello?” You rasped and then cleared your throat to try and rid the sound of sleep from your voice.

“What the fuck is going on?” Your best friend was not happy and it told you all you needed to know. The video was making its rounds.

“What are you talking about?” You feigned.

“Don’t bullshit me. There is a video of Daniel knocking the shit out of someone.” He paused, waiting for you to start talking and explaining, but when he was met with silence, he kept talking. “Someone holding on to you? And then you’re hugging Daniel?” Every sentence was a question, as if he wasn’t actually sure of what he was watching.

You squeezed your eyes shut and loosed a breath, trying to mentally prep what you were going to say before you started. You could tell Max was already amped up, it seemed more furious at the fact that he was left out of the loop.

“Chloe and I were at the concert, we didn’t even know Dan, Michael and Blake were there. It was a complete coincidence.”

“In America?”

“Yes, Max, in America.” You snapped.

“I can’t understand a coincidence like this happening.”

“What do you want me to say? That we met up in secrecy and got caught because Daniel knocked someone out?” You rolled your eyes, your guess of how this conversation was going to go was exactly correct.

“I want you to tell me the truth. What has been going on with you the past few weeks? Things have been weird and the only common thread is you and Daniel. Just tell me what is really going on and we’ll deal with it.” Max snipped, his tone short and fed up.

“Really? You’re going to call me up and say ‘Hey just admit you’re fucking Dan’, and not ‘hey it looked like some asshole was really messing with you. Are you okay? What happened? Thank God Dan was there!’” You sat up in bed, anger flowing through you now.

“You said you were going to America with Chloe. Not Daniel. How can you not expect me to be surprised that there’s now a PR nightmare involving you and my teammate? Have you spoken to him, Horner is…” Max took a deep breath in like he couldn’t even find the word to describe the level of pissed that Christian was on.

“Okay stop. First; I don’t have to report to you, so stop making it seem like you’re a parent who is disgusted that their child lied. I am telling you that I was just as surprised as you were to see Dan there, ok? I was not expecting to be harassed by a douchebag, I was not expecting to be saved by anyone, let alone Dan, and I was really not expecting him to knock said douchebag out, ok? So forgive me if I don’t really care that Christian is pissed off. He’s always pissed off. “ You were practically yelling now, your volume causing Chloe to stir and lift her head from under her pillow.

“You usually tell me what’s going on.” Max sighed heavily.

“I just did.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

“Max. I just did. There is nothing going on between Dan and I.”

“Alright. I’ll see you in Canada then. Expect a call from Christian.” Max sounded like he didn’t really believe you, but he was willing to drop it.

“I’m telling you the truth, you’re being kind of a dick.” You blurted, your cheeks heating.

“I’m telling you, that I’ve known you since you were 9 years old and I can tell when you’re lying.”

“See you in Canada.” You bristled.

“Yeah, see you there.” Max responded, and you could hear the smirk and laugh in his voice, like he’d won.

You hung up.

Austrian Grand Prix

July 1st 2018

The Canadian Grand Prix and the French Grand Prix that followed were mainly uneventful, but you felt you could have cut the tension that was rising between Max and Daniel with a knife.

Both weekends Daniel had just narrowly missed out on a podium in P4. Coming off of a big win, that would have been frustrating enough, but the fact that Max had podiumed in each, you could tell that was like salt in the wound.

On top of that, you and Daniel had endured what you could only describe as torture after what happened in Colorado, which was now referred to by Christian Horner as “the incident”. The team principal’s words still rang in your head.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, if it’s sabotage Max’s teammate or if you’re truly attempting to have a relationship with Daniel but-”

“A relationship?! No! Neither of those things are true, I-” You had interrupted him and it seemed to piss him off further.

“BUT.” He raised his voice, cutting you off. “It stops now. He is a talented young driver with an extremely promising career ahead of him and whenever he tangles with you, you cause him trouble.”

After issuing a statement that explained what happened, the two of you had received knowing looks and chuckles or smirks every time you were in the same room as each other.

You had assured everyone that even kind of alluded to something, that there was absolutely nothing going on between the two of you, but you knew that some people just wouldn’t ever believe that you two were really in the same place on your time off by coincidence. One of those people being Max.

In an attempt to squash any rumors of the two of you being involved or of even being friends, and to appease your boss, you had kept your distance from him as much as possible around the paddock. However, it wasn’t easy. You would never admit it out loud, but you found yourself missing his laugh and that grin that lit up his entire face. Whenever he wasn’t being an asshole, he could be nice to be around.

But no one could ever know that, least of all, Daniel.

So even though today was his birthday and you really wanted to make a big deal out of it, you just couldn’t. Any time you began to consider approaching him, the words clanged through your psyche.

Whenever he tangles with you, you cause him trouble.

All you were able to express before the Grand Prix was a casual but rushed “Happy birthday” in passing in the hall. His eyes had lit up as he saw you and then seemed to fall when he realized you weren’t stopping to chat. You hated how that made you feel, but you kept walking, head down, focusing on your feet.

You were sure that he’d go out after the race and celebrate his birthday. He’d get drunk and have a great time and get laid. You also hated how that made you feel, you felt jealousy simmer through every pore, even though you knew you had no claim on him, no reason to even kind of feel jealous. You had kissed him once.

As the Grand Prix progressed, you were silently hoping that he’d do well today. You weren’t exactly wishing that Max wouldn’t do well, but a win for Daniel on his birthday? That would maybe ease some of the guilt felt coursing through you.

When Max took the lead and the cheers rippled through his garage, you smiled, clapping a few times. However, your eyes dropped to Daniel’s standings. He was P5 and holding strong. You silently pleaded that he’d make up a few standings. A podium.

He was holding strong against Lewis when suddenly he braked, slowing to a stop in the middle of the track. Your heart sunk, a heavy sigh fell from your mouth, pulling your shoulders down into a slump with it. Fuck. On his fucking birthday.

When the radio confirmed he was retiring the car and Daniel didn’t respond, not even his usual “Understood.”, you knew he had to be devastated. Your eyes watched the front of Max’s garage where you stood, waiting for him to walk by, but he never did. You assumed you could catch him after the race, before he went out partying. It couldn’t hurt to just make sure he wasn’t feeling too down right? You wouldn’t have to get too friendly, just be a supportive teammate. Wasn’t Christian just begging for this a while ago? For the two of you to just “get along and be civil”? That man would never be happy.

And it made you loathe yourself, but for the rest of the Grand Prix you didn’t hope for Max to win, as you should have, but instead hoped for just a glimpse of Daniel. Pathetic.

When the checkered flag waved and Max finished P1, you knew your hopes of seeing Daniel were completely dashed. Could you even blame him? If you were in his situation, you’d probably get far, far away from the happiness and joy exploding from the Red Bull team.

So you did your absolute level best to celebrate with Max and be happy for him. You were. Happy for him, that is. You knew how much this win meant for him, his first of the season. It was an answer to the bar that Daniel had set with his Monaco win and he’d been talking about beating his senior teammate all season long. As if Max’s ego wasn’t inflated enough after a win, beating Daniel after the tension filled season they’d begun, just added to it.

You sat in the corner of the hotel bar, sipping your drink and throwing smiles towards anyone who glanced your way, trying really hard to sell the idea that you were here in the moment, no where else to be, instead of concocting daydreams that involved Daniel, wishing you could see that bright smile. It felt cold and empty without that smile in your life and you were tired of it. Especially after what he’d done for you in Colorado. You couldn’t let yourself think of it too long or your blood heated, your pulse almost instantly quickening, thighs pressed together tightly as you pictured that possessive and protective look on his face.

What the fuck is wrong with me? You shook your head as if it would erase the thoughts like an etch - a -sketch. I don’t even like the protective and possessive type. Guys like that are gross and egotistical. Why would being someone’s property to defend be something hot? No.

You blinked and realized Max’s lips were moving but you didn’t hear the words.

“Sorry what?” You shook your head once more, your cheeks pinking slightly, feeling as if everyone here could read your thoughts and had caught you in the act.

Max raised an eyebrow and then narrowed his eyes, like he was trying to really see what was going on with you.

“I asked if you needed another drink and when you said nothing, I asked if you’d ever ignored that question in your life.” He pressed his lips together into a thin line and then the corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk.

“Oh, another drink, yeah sure.” You nodded and then glanced at the cup in your hand, which was completely full.

“What’s wrong with you today?” Max’s voice was a mixture of concern and confusion.

“Nothing, I’ve just been a little spacey.” You shrugged.

Max glanced around the bar and then looked back to you, giving you a look that said I figured you out and I could out you right now if I wanted to.

You averted your eyes from him, taking a small sip from your glass and pretending there was something interesting on the cushion below you to stare at. You started when someone plopped down into the seat next to you, causing your head to snap up.

“So I haven’t heard the story yet and I need you to fill me in on all the little details.” A tipsy Charles grinned at you.

“What story?”

“The story of Daniel rescuing you that you are trying to pretend was coincidence.”

“It was a coincidence, asshole.” You flipped him off, biting back a chuckle.

“Listen. It’s me. It’s Charles. You can tell me.”

“You’re a- wait a second.” You frowned, realizing what it meant if Charles was here, celebrating Max. “Why aren’t you with Dan? Celebrating his birthday?”

“He said he wasn’t doing anything for his birthday. Just went back to his room.”

Charles kept talking but you didn’t hear it, your stomach just felt sick. Dan was in his room. Alone. On his birthday. After a DNF. Something in your chest hurt. If you left right now, it would be too obvious where you went. You tapped your fingers on your thigh as you tried to come up with a reason to slip away that couldn’t be misconstrued.

You glanced down at the glass in your hand and as soon as Charles’ eyes were off you, you sloshed cold liquid on your skin tight dress and gasped loudly.

“Oh shit!” You feigned frustration and pretended to fumble around for a napkin, hoping anyone watching would think you’d just made a tipsy mistake.

Max and Chares flinched, both turning, their eyes questioning you.

“Jesus, your dress is ruined.” Charles commented, taking your hand to help you stand while looking around for something to hand you to help you clean up the mess. He handed you a tiny thin cocktail napkin and you laughed when it crumbled as soon as it touched the liquid that was soaking into the fabric.

“I gotta go change.” You gave a disappointed breath, shaking your head as if you couldn’t believe that you were such an idiot.

Max didn’t even look at you twice, he simply nodded in acknowledgement and got back to the conversation he was having with a dark haired female.

“Do you want me to walk you back or are you alright?” Charles asked. “I’m no Daniel, but I will do my best to protect you if there is a bad man.”

You laughed loudly and shook your head. “You would be more of a liability than protection.”

Charles giggled and hiccupped before handing you another napkin he’d found somewhere as you began to walk out, a sympathetic smile on his face. He absolutely bought it. Perfect.

You hurried out of the hotel bar, glancing over your shoulder to ensure no one was following you or watching you as you hurried to the elevator, pulling your phone out of your small purse.

What room are you in? You quickly sent the message, hoping Daniel would answer quickly.

1330. Daniel’s reply popped up quickly, much to your surprise. He didn’t even question why you needed to know?

You pressed the button to his floor before you could change your mind, busying yourself with trying to use the tiny cocktail napkin to lessen the soaking wet splotch on your dress, your mind still reeling.

What was Dan even doing in his room alone on his birthday? The king of partying was just skipping his birthday?

Once the doors opened, you hurried down the hall with a purpose, determined not to let him pout alone and feel sorry for himself. That wasn’t the asshole you knew.

You rapped on the door, looking down at your dress again and huffing. If this dress didn’t come clean, Dan better realize what you sacrificed for him.

The door opened, and there stood Daniel, in joggers and a hoodie, the hood pulled up over his head. He looked like he didn’t plan to leave his room at all. He looked cute though, you thought.

“Hey.” You said softly, giving him a small smirk, trying to pull a smile out of him. “Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks.” Daniel gave you a single nod of his head and you couldn’t find a trace of happiness in his eyes.

“Can I come in?” You raised an eyebrow, chewing on the inside of your lip nervously.

Daniel didn’t respond, but he looked surprised as he stepped aside, holding the door open for you as you walked in. The space felt so….Daniel. His smell was everywhere. You weren’t sure where to stand or sit. Why does it feel so awkward?

Daniel looked at you curiously as you turned to where he stood, leaning against the wood desk his stuff was strewn across, hands shoved in the pockets of his sweats.

“I was hoping I could borrow a dress.” You joked, gesturing to the mess on the front of yours. The corners of Daniel’s mouth pulled up slightly, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“I lent my only slinky dress to Pierre, sorry.” Daniel quipped back, his eyes calling you out, as if to ask why you were really here.

“Slinky?” You gasped, turning your gaze from him to glance around the room. It was too hard to keep looking at him. When he didn’t say anything, you turned back to him, that expectant look still on his face, like he wasn’t going to waste any more time with your bullshit.

“It’s your birthday. You’re in your room alone.” You sighed, gesturing to the room.

“I didn’t feel like going out, it was a hectic day.” He shrugged.

“Have you ever not gone out on a birthday?”

“Don’t pretend like you know me well enough to say that.”

You blinked, shocked that he snapped at you like that.

“Look, I know today sucked but you won in Monaco. Your season isn’t a total bust. Besides, there’s still so much of it left.” You took a step towards where Daniel sat on the bed, trying to assess if you could sit next to him or not. “And your pace was really good today.”

“You’re not a race engineer, what do you know?”

His tone. The look on his face. You knew he was upset and in a bad mood, and rightfully so, but there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop the way your blood boiled. There was nothing you could do to stop the rage that bubbled up when you looked at his smug face.

“Hey. Fuck you.” You spat back, your hands going to your hips. Anyone else would have been appalled. Daniel just took it in stride, you’d said much worse to him in the past.

“Anything else?” He asked, nodding towards the door to suggest you could leave.

“Yeah, actually. Several other things.”

Daniel gestured for you to go on, an uninterested look on his face. It pissed you off even more.

“I came up here to see if you were okay, if you needed anything, and you had to be a prick? I get that you’re pissed that you’re losing to Max, but I’m trying here.”

“I am not losing to Max. My season is just fine.”

“That’s literally what I just fucking said and you tried to argue with me. Now you’re arguing the opposite of what I’m saying again. You just want to fight don’t you?” He made you feel like you were going absolutely insane.

Your eyes searched his, looking for any trace of the Daniel that you saw in Colorado. The Daniel who had clocked a dude much bigger than him for your sake.

“You’re the one getting angry.” The lack of care in his voice drove you insane. He’s fucking gaslighting you. Why had you even cared about him? Enough to come up and check on him?

“Stop baiting me! I’m sorry you had a shitty day on the track. Happy Birthday.” Your tone was clipped as you turned on your heel to leave.

“Just tell me what you came up here for.” He said, his voice a little louder in an attempt to stop you before you walked out the door.

“I already did! Bye!” You opened the door, waving a hand behind you even though you weren’t sure if he could even see you. You didn’t dare look back, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

The door slammed shut behind you and you collapsed against it, cursing under your breath, furious at yourself for being so fucking stupid. Tears pricked your eyes from the frustration. You wanted to scream. You wanted to throw the door open and demand to know why he always had to make it so fucking difficult. There were times where the two of you felt on the same page without effort and then times like now, where no matter how hard you tried, you two were miles apart.

You stood up straight and dabbed the corners of your eyes to brush off the tears of infuriation. The sound of the door opening caught your attention, causing you to whirl towards the now open door. Daniel looked annoyed as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed at his chest firmly. That stoked the flames of your anger. What reason did he have to be pissed?! He was the one being a dick.

“Get back in here.” He said, gesturing with his head towards his room.

“Why?” You spit, your tone could cut glass.

“Because I’m sick of you always running away. Finish what you start.”

Your eyes flared with rage as you stormed into his room, your shoulder bumping his as you pushed past him.

“I don’t always run away.” You grumbled once back in the room. Some part of you knew he was right, but there was no way you’d let him know that. You’d go down fighting and denying until your last breath.

“In Shanghai? In Monaco?” When you didn’t respond to him and let your eyes meet his, his expression wordlessly said that’s what I thought.

“I had a reason in Monaco, you embarrassed me.” You blurted, not expecting your response to be so honest but once it was out there, it felt good.

Daniel looked like he didn’t expect it either, something that looked like shame flickered across his eyes.

“What? I embarrassed you at the party?”

“What? The party? No, I was talking about your shitty comment in front of Charles.” Your brows furrowed in confusion and you remembered you’d run from the celebrations as well.

“I was talking about the party. One moment you were there and it seemed like you were having fun, the next you were missing and I heard from someone you’d left upset.”

“I wasn’t upset.” You lied, shifting yourself from foot to foot, the hours you’d already spent in your heels were starting to cause your feet to ache. You didn’t feel like you could sit down so you moved your weight to your other foot. Daniel’s eyes glanced down at your shoes and then back up at your face and he frowned.

“Take your shoes off if they’re bothering you.”

“They’re not.” You bristled. How dare he care about your well being while you were furious with him? You pretended you didn’t know what he was talking about, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, firmly standing on both feet. Daniel rolled his eyes, shaking his head in exasperation.

“If you weren’t upset then why’d you leave?” He got right back to it, like he knew pushing you would only make you dig your heels in. Literally.

“How’d you even notice? You were busy with the blonde.” You put your hands on your hips yet again, popping your hip out to one side, a gesture suggesting just how fed up you were.

“Which blonde?”

“Which blonde?” You laughed breathlessly. Of course he didn’t remember her, he probably stopped thinking about her the minute her clothes were back on. “Maybe if you spent more time worrying about driving instead of worrying about who you’re fucking next, you’d be winning more.”

“Wow, I didn’t realize you knew so much about me. When’s the last time I was worrying about who I was fucking next then hm?” He challenged and you suddenly felt like you were trapped or set up.

“Monaco!” You threw your hands up, your face saying duh! “The blonde!”

“She was hospitality. I had obligations as the winner of the Grand Prix. I followed her to meet some important people. Y’know take some pictures, shake some hands. Then when I came back, you were gone.”

Shit. Shitshitshitshit. You could actually feel your face fall as you realized your mistake, the conclusion you’d jumped to.

Daniel’s eyes lit up in realization, his face breaking into a wide grin and you fucking hated how it made your heart flutter to see that smile.

“What.” You spit, your jaw clenched tightly. The muscle in your jaw started to hurt from gritting your teeth so hard as he plopped down on his bed, leaning back on his hands and still smiling. His legs were spread wide and your mind jumped to what it would be like to straddle that lap. It’s too warm in here.

“You tried to date Hunter because you thought I was going home with the blonde.” He crooned, smirking at you like he was just so proud of himself. Your cheeks suddenly felt like they were on fire and you felt the blush creeping down your neck to your chest.

Okay now it’s fucking hot in here.

“No.” You lied, hating how unbelievable your voice sounded. “I wanted to go on a date, it had nothing to do with you.”

“You wanted to come home with me after Monaco, didn’t you?” Daniel’s voice was suddenly an octave lower, his eyes simmering a touch darker, holding your eyes pinned to his. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you swallowed thickly, shifting from one strappy high heel to the other yet again, this time for an entirely different reason.

“No.” You rasped again, clearing your throat and forcing yourself to break the torturous eye contact he’d held you in. “Absolutely not. You’re the jealous one alright?” You knew you were scrambling and you had the feeling he knew too.

“Don’t try and spin it on me.”

“I’m not trying to do anything, Dan. I can prove it.” Thank God you remembered the ammunition you’d been packing for a while now.

Daniel raised an eyebrow, as if silently asking you to go ahead and prove it. You weren’t about to back down from the challenge. You kept your eyes on him as you pulled your phone from your clutch for the second time that night and held it up, a winning smile gracing your face. You wanted to see him squirm this time.

Now you were the one holding his gaze firmly and you could have sworn you saw a bit of panic behind his honey brown eyes.

“Whatever.” He thought he was calling your bluff. He was so wrong.

You tapped a few times on your phone and then took two steps towards where he sat, sitting down next to him on his bed and holding the phone up in between the two of you. You did your best to ignore how close he was to you now and ignore his gaze on your legs as you crossed one over the other and your dress rose up your thigh a bit more. You heard his breathing stumble.

“Heyyy, why aren’t you picking up the phone?” Daniel’s voice came through the speaker on your phone and your eyes shot to his face. His cocky façade held strong. So far.

“It’s Daniel. Daniel Ricciardo. You probably know that I reckon that’s why you didn’t answer eh? It’s like 3am or something here so... shit, I don’t know what time that makes it where you are.”

You bit back a smile. You could have recited the voicemail to him, you’d listened to it so many times. Daniel shook his head, a breathless laugh huffed out but his confidence remained in place.

“It just gets better from here.” You whispered, a genuine grin on your face.

“Anyway, you popped up on my screen, I got a...a….notification! Yeah, I got a notification that you liked my picture but when I clicked on it it was gone. Which picture was it?” Daniel’s eyes lifted to yours, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Well? Which was it?” He whispered. You ignored him. There was no way he was going to turn this into your embarrassment when you’d been dreaming of the moment you let him hear just how uncool he was, calling your phone at 3am in desperation.

“I don’t think you’ve ever liked anything that I’ve done.” Daniel’s voice on the phone was vulnerable and he shifted next to you. You could tell the honesty he spoke with was making him uncomfortable.

“Alright, I get it.” He said, clearing his throat roughly.

“Oh no, we’re not even close.” You laughed, shaking your head. Daniel curled his lips into his mouth, as if bracing himself.

“I know that you told her that I liked her a lot. She said that someone told her I really had feelings for her or something and that if I pulled away it was because that’s what I did when I felt shit or something and to not let me get away. It had to be you, you’re the only one who would do something that cruel. I know you told her…”

The two of you sat in silence now, just listening, neither of you wanting to even touch that subject right now.

“Which picture did you like? I was waiting all night for you to show up y’know. I was waiting and waiting and then you showed up, looking fucking incredible and smelling….delicious…”

His voice, so honest and raw, got you every single time. It had an effect on you even after the 50th time. You swallowed for the millionth time, uncrossing your legs, switching the other on top and squeezing them together tightly.

Daniel covered his face with his hands and groaned, falling backwards to lay back on the bed. It shouldn’t have made you grin like it did.

“And you laughed, you have a great laugh y’know? Anyway. I hope you’re having a nice week off and enjoying looking at my pictures. I hope you enjoy whichever one you like. If you take some time to really “enjoy” it…I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret…”

The voicemail ended and after a deep breath from Daniel and what seemed like a long time, he dropped his hands from his face. He sat back up. His mouth was a firm line and it looked like he was trying extremely hard to be aloof and uncaring.

“I had a lot to drink.” He shrugged.

You were actually speechless. His ability to cover up his emotions around you was unparalleled.

“Do you really not remember leaving that message? Or are you just mad that I didn’t reciprocate? Is this why you’re so insufferable? Because I’m the only girl you’ve ever wanted that told you no?” You weren’t sure why the words were tumbling out so aggressively, but you were absolutely desperate for him to show you something real, like you’d felt so many times in the past. How was he able to listen to that and not have a reaction?

“You haven’t told me no; I haven’t tried.” Daniel huffed.

“Australia?”

Daniel stood suddenly, whirling around to face you where you sat on the bed. You jumped at the sudden movement.

“Jesus fucking Christ! That’s not what was happening! How many times do I have to clarify that?!” His voice was louder now and you were surprised. You weren’t sure if you’d ever heard him start to lose it like this. You wanted more. More emotion. You didn’t care if it was anger, at least it was something.

“Then what were you doing?!”

“I was coming up to THANK YOU!” He blurted. “I was going to thank you for being nice to my mom because she really appreciated it ok?”

You tried to stammer a response but he wasn’t finished.

“But you couldn’t be anything but vicious for more than two seconds!” He paused and then his yelling turned into a low, thick cocky drawl of Australian arrogance. “If I wanted you, I would have had you by now.”

“You.” You growled, your voice breathy and full of deep, unchecked rage. “You are so unbelievably arrogant. I can’t believe I ever thought that there was even a possibility of us being friends.”

It looked like a flicker of hurt crossed over Daniel’s eyes but it was gone as soon as it appeared, cool confidence back right away.

“You’re warming up to me.”

“You helped me out in Colorado and I appreciate that, but it doesn’t change the fact that I hate you.” Your verbal assault was aggressive and loud.

“Because you can’t have me?” He laughed, the corner of his mouth pulling up slightly.

You saw red. You stood, not quite at eye level with him, but still staring him down.

“NO. Because you’re cocky. Arrogant. You think you’re the Sun and we all revolve around you. Because I’m the only one who can see through your bullshit, your charm. Because you’re a great fucking driver and yet you can’t get your head out of your ass and put Max in his fucking place.”

Now you were sure you saw hurt in his eyes but you couldn’t stop. It was like letting out everything that you’d been thinking for the past two years.

“Because when you met me, you were so misogynistic that you thought I couldn’t have a job as anything actually meaningful in your Formula 1 world. And you thought that I got where I was by sleeping my way there. And continued to think that and spread it around even after I told you it wasn’t true. Because you’re impossible! You never shut up, you never know when to stop! Because you fuck everything that moves and then move on, you’re the playboy type that I fucking hate!” You spit your words with such ferocity that you were surprised he stood there and took it.

Daniel blinked and again, hurt was gone. It was replaced by anger.

“Good, I fucking hate you too!” He snapped, his voice louder than you’d ever heard it, the way he shook his head causing the hood of his hoodie to fall off his head. Anger sizzled in his eyes as he pushed past you, stomping towards the door.

“This is your room, where are you going?!” You yelled, following after him.

“Away from you!”

“Look who’s running away now.” You sniped.

Daniel paused, hand on the handle of his door. He stood completely frozen and you could swear you could hear him huffing breaths in and out angrily. You had really pissed him off. He finally whirled around and strode back to you, standing face to face with you, towering over you a bit, his face just inches from yours.

“I am not running away.” He snarled.

“But you want to.” You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to challenge your statement.

“Stop trying to piss me off.”

“Why? You do it to me all the fucking time. You did it to me when I walked into this room.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“You stood on that street in Monaco and pushed and pushed until I was furious and you knew exactly what you were doing.” Your voice was quieter now, but not any less aggressive.

“You keep saying you were furious, but you kissed me.”

“To shut you up!!”

“No, to ease the fucking miserable tension!”

His words made your stomach drop. You knew exactly what he was referring to but neither of you had ever acknowledged that out loud. It was unspoken, buried deep and never looked at. You weren’t sure if you could handle it being out in the open.

“What tension?” You feigned confusion and Daniel’s eyes looked at you like you had gone mad.

“THIS!” He gestured between the two of you. “Don’t think that I don’t know why you have to be so mean.”

His words started to hit home, they stung with accuracy and you hated the way they caused panic in your chest. Your fight or flight flared.

“Whatever.” Your voice wasn’t as sure and you’d hoped. “I was so angry that if I didn’t take it out on you, I would have lost it.”

Daniel didn’t look impressed, he just huffed a breath and you felt the air kiss your face.

“Well for as much as I fucking hate you, I don’t take my anger out on you.”

You looked eyes with him, searching for a sign that his words weren’t true. He didn’t actually hate you that much.

“Maybe you should.” You breathed, your voice quiet. Daniel blinked in confusion.

“What?”

“Maybe you should take it out on me.” You repeated, your voice gravelly and rough.

“Don’t test me.” The reverberation of his voice went straight through you, all the way down to that pit in your stomach. The anger and frustration was still present on Daniel’s face, but now his eyes were clouded with something else. The two of you stood inches away, neither of you backing down.

You lifted your hand and gestured to say well?

Daniel’s eyes left yours and glanced at your lips and then back up, as if asking permission. When you didn’t respond, he stepped back a bit and you felt the sting of disappointment.

“I knew it. Same as on track, just a whole lot of talk.” You pushed one more time, internally begging him to be the one to snap. It worked.

Daniel lunges, his lips crashing against yours roughly as he kisses you with mostly teeth and tongue, no tenderness whatsoever, causing you to stumble back, violently slamming the backs of your thighs against the desk behind you. You’re falling backwards, but Daniel’s hands are there in an instant, grabbing your hips and lifting slightly to make sure your ass is firmly planted on the desk, all the while his lips never leaving yours.

The kiss is hot and filthy, his tongue pushing into you like he means you fully taste you with it. It’s all you can do to keep up, a soft moan escapes you and he immediately swallows it. Your head spins, the taste and smell of him is intoxicating. One of his large warm hands is suddenly on the back of your neck, holding you to him firmly as if he was worried you’d slip from his grasp.

Your brain finally begins to catch up and you know that you should hate this. You should push him off of you, curse him out and leave. But even though you know that’s what you should do, you don’t even consider it for a moment.

Daniel’s teeth clamp down on your lip, suddenly and sharply, as if he knows you’re thinking too much and needs to bring you back to this moment, the right here, right now. You gasp in surprise at the sensation of pain and then shudder as it only increases the wetness that’s now pooling between your legs.

Your lips break apart for a moment, the two of you panting, his nose bumps against yours gently. When you get the nerve to open your eyes to try and assess him, his lips are already trailing across your jaw line, nipping and biting in spots along the way, his fingers sliding up the nape of your neck to tilt your head and move you exactly as he needs for more access.

Your eyes flutter shut again, your breathing ragged as you try to contain the whimpers that keep threatening.

His other hand is then on your thigh, pushing it to the side roughly so he can slide further into the space between your legs. Your dress slides up to your hips as his jogger clad groin presses firmly against your semi-exposed center. Your body responds, hips pushing forward to meet that pressure and try to direct it to where you need it most, your other leg now falling open widely without hesitation.

Daniel reciprocates by grinding into you roughly, and you catch the soft groan in the back of his throat before your eyes fall shut and your mouth forms a silent ‘oh’ as your stomach drops in a delicious way.

The sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone stop and Daniel pulls back and you nearly whimper at the loss of contact. You open your eyes curiously and are met with the sight of Daniel breathing heavily, honey colored eyes blown wide with lust, lips swollen and bitten. You just about melt at the sight.

You aren’t sure if this is him giving you an out or if he realized he didn’t want to do this, so you learn up closer to him, removing the distance he just created. You give him a silent raise of your eyebrow.

Daniel swallows and you see the muscles in his jaw flicker as if he was clenching his teeth. Like he’d realized what just happened and leashed himself.

You realize you read him exactly right, he was giving you a chance to back out, a chance to leave. It makes something in your chest tighten and threaten your emotions.

“Was that it?” You smirk, your fingers slipping up under his hoodie.

“I want to make sure you meant what you said.” Daniel responds, his tone short and clipped.

“Which part?”

“That I should take my anger out on you.”

“I meant it.” You dig your nails in slightly on his back and he closes his eyes in response. “You just had a shit race. On your birthday. I know you’re pissed. Isn’t this how you always deal with emotions? By fucking someone? ”

When Daniel’s eyes open again they’re darker. You start to lift his hoodie, to suggest you want to take it off.

“Stop talking.” His arms cross in front of him and hands clamp over yours to assist you in pulling his hoodie off, throwing it to the floor with an alarming amount of force. You rake your eyes over his bare chest and stomach and you think your brain actually short circuits.

It pisses you off just how attractive he is. Every inch of him makes your mouth salivate.

“How does it work? Do you just find the most willing girl and bring her back so that you don’t have to lay in bed and think about the fact that you’re-”

Daniel kisses you harder this time and when he takes a step back, he pulls you with him by the fabric of your dress. You’re standing on weak legs as he kisses you with such force that your upper body is bent backwards slightly as his hands on your lower back try to pull you even closer to him. His bare skin is hot and you want nothing more than for him to rip your dress off so you can feel your skin against his.

His hands travel, running over the sides of your hips giving them a firm squeeze before making their way back to your lower back, this time not stopping there and sliding over your ass. You expect them to stop there, but he firmly palms your ass and then keeps moving, stopping at the spot where the back of your thighs meet your ass.

You feel him starting to lift you slightly, his lips still refusing to leave yours. It clicks and you know exactly what he wants. You jump and wrap your legs around his waist, his strong arms holding you firmly as you throw your arms around his neck, one hand tangling in his soft curls.

You feel him smirk into the kiss and you’re reminded of the first time you kissed him in Monaco. You had wanted to taste him again since that day. It makes you clench your legs around him tighter and bite his lip this time and he gives your ass a soft slap in response. You couldn’t hold in the whine that escapes even if that hadn’t surprised you. He responds with a low grunt, almost as if he’s agreeing with you.

His hands slide your dress up, exposing your bare ass, your small thong not giving you any sense of modesty. When his palms come in contact with your skin, he groans lowly into your mouth. He digs his fingers in firmly.

“Fuck.” He breathes against your lips. Now it’s your turn to smirk. You assume he’s going to move you to the bed, so when he slams your back up against the wall, you squeak in surprise.

“Don’t fucking smirk at me.” Daniel growls, still attacking your lips, his lips biting at yours unforgivingly. Now that he has the wall to assist, he thrusts his hips against yours and you feel him, rock hard and providing friction in just the right spot.

“You started it, asshole.” You try to quip, but when it comes out as a moan, it loses it’s bite.

Daniel’s hand slides between the two of you, the other still under your thigh, his body pressing you against the wall to keep you up. His fingers move in between your legs, finding your completely ruined underwear. Your cheeks flush.

“If I’m such an asshole, why are you absolutely dripping when I haven’t even touched you?” He whispers as he pushes your thong to one side and slides a finger through your folds, his voice sickly smug.

You bite your lip so hard you worry about drawing blood as you try to pretend that his touch isn’t making you come undone.

He pushes a finger into you easily and your cheeks heat further at how right he is, you’re drenched. You wonder if he’s thinking the same thing but when he presses his forehead against yours, commanding your attention as he curls his finger inside you, you no longer have the capacity to think about anything but how he’s making you feel.

“Hmm?” He questions, pulling his finger out, adding another when he thrusts them back in. You thought that question was rhetorical.

“Guess I get off on assholes.” You pant through gritted teeth, still trying to downplay his effect on you.

Daniel looks annoyed as he continues thrusting his fingers into you, his eyes studying you as if he’s watching for any sign of you breaking.

“All assholes? Or just me?” Under his firm, taunting tone, you knew what he wanted to hear.

“Don’t get cocky.”

That’s not what he wants to hear. He narrows his eyes and places the pad of his thumb on your clit and in seconds you’re gasping at just how expertly he begins working it.

“Yeah? Who else compares? Max?”

You know he doesn’t think that’s true. You know he’s only trying to push your buttons the way you’ve been pushing his.

It works.

Your eyes shoot open and his look excited at the anger held in them.

“You’re such a fuc-” You’re unable to even finish your insult, a moan rips through you as his fingers move with new intent. He leans forward, his mouth assaulting your collarbone, you know he has to be leaving a pronounced mark there.

“What? Sorry didn’t catch that.”

He sounds so fucking smug. So full of himself and fuck, it pisses you off. You know you’re on the edge, the anger boiling in you, the heat of his skin, the way he is looking at you, you’re already about to tumble into a blinding orgasm.

You fumble and start to grasp for any tiny semblance of control, squirming against him and the wall. When you realize it’s futile, you decide to switch tactics.

“Yeah, Max.” You pant out, hoping your face doesn’t tell him you’re full of shit.

His motions stop, fingers freezing, smug satisfied smirk dropping. You can see his eyes trying to process and calculate what you just said. You unwrap your legs and lets you stand, his hand slipping from between your legs.

“You and…Max?”

You let him stew for one more second and then place your hands on his chest and push him firmly, climbing on top of him as he falls back onto his bed. When you straddle him at his waist, a huge shit eating grin on your face, he catches on.

You know that if he really wants to, he could toss you off of him with ease, but when his hands land on your hips and squeeze, you realize he doesn’t want to.

“Y’know, you never even asked what happened to my dress.” You sigh dramatically as his hands quickly pull it up over your head, leaving you in only your bra and thong.

“I don’t care about your fucking dress right now.” Daniel growls moving to sit up and kiss you again but before he can, you push him back down firmly. He looks shocked and you wish you could take a picture of that expression and have it to look back on.

You shimmy down and then shift so you’re laying in between his legs, kissing your way down his abs the whole way. He moves to prop himself up on his elbows and you give him a glare in warning.

He bites his lip and stills and you can tell he’ll do anything as long as you continue. You slowly untie his joggers, and pull them down, his hips lift right away to help you. Once he’s left in just his tight boxer briefs, you can see the outline of him and your eyes widen. You hope he doesn’t notice.

He notices.

The corner of Daniel’s mouth pulls up into a smirk and it makes you even more determined to put him in his place. You waste no time, pulling his boxers down and letting him spring free. He’s thick and long and you silently curse the fact. Of course he’s this well endowed, there’s not a single inch of him that’s imperfect.

You take in the tattoo all gracing his right thigh and can’t help but swallow thickly at the sight of it.

He shifts under you and you realize you’ve been staring.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you stunned silent.” He drawls, smirk turning into a cocky grin.

“Again, so cocky.” You roll your eyes and growl, leaning forward and licking him from base to tip defiantly. Daniel throws his head back and you think you actually hear him whine. To have this level of control over him feels so good.

You lick at the precum bubbled around his slit and Daniel’s mouth drops open. His hips shift again impatiently. You look up at him under your eyelashes as you wrap your lips around his top and slowly take him into your mouth.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck…” He hisses, shifting his weight to one elbow so he can lift his hand and thread his fingers through your hair. He grabs a handful of your hair firmly and you can tell it’s taking everything in him to not pull or thrust up into your mouth.

You begin to guide your mouth up and down his length, your hand taking care of whatever you can’t reach and the sounds he starts to make are absolutely delicious. His hand on your head twitches, his other hand grabbing the bedspread and fisting it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit, how-” He rambles, his mouth still hanging open, his eyes taking you in with stunned admiration.

You pull off for a moment, your hand quickly taking place and working him smoothly, the sound filthy as his cock is slicked with your saliva.

“What was that you were saying about me getting off on someone I hate?” You preened before dropping your head back down and taking him in your mouth again. You gave him a few seconds and when he didn’t respond you took your mouth off of him again, this time not using your hand at all, all stimulation stopping.

His head shot up and this time he really did whine.

“Please, fuck, you’re so- just please” He panted, shaking his head in disbelief. His words made you swell with confidence, you could listen to him beg like this all day. His hand on the back on your hand pushed, but not hard, just to try to urge you to keep going.

“Hmm? How many women that you hate, do you beg like this?” You ask with a smug closed lip smile before taking him into your mouth again, this time taking him faster and deeper into your throat before again, pulling off and stopping completely.

“Fuck! Fuck you!” Daniel hisses, his fist lifting and punching the bed in frustration. You grin.

“Well? How many?”

“None. You. Just you.” Daniel blurts.

You blink in shock, not expecting him to crumble so easily. It pulls at something in your chest.

“Wasn’t expecting you to fold so easily.” You hum, before lowering your head down and pushing his cock all the way to the back of your throat. You hold him there for a moment and feel him twitch and then pull off again completely.

Daniel looks like he’s in physical pain.

“I should have known you’d be so fucking difficult.” He growls, the hand in your hair now pushing your head down to his cock with force. You absolutely give in, letting him fist your hair roughly and direct your lips back onto him.

Once your mouth is around him again, he doesn’t push with his hand, instead he thrusts up into your warmth, shoving himself to hit the back of your throat. You gag around him slightly and hear him moan loudly.

“Maybe you didn’t realize what you were asking for did you, sweetheart?” He grunts as he thrusts into your mouth over and over, causing your spit to dribble from chin as well as soak his dick.

What he doesn’t realize is that this is exactly what you were hoping when you asked him to take out his anger on you. You wanted him to use you. You want him to know that he can give you his worst and you can take it. You will take it.

“Fuck- you’re taking it so- so good.”

You’re throbbing between your legs.

His rhythm begins to falter and he swells in your mouth, his breaths now fast and ragged and you realize he’s close.

Daniel must realize it at the same time because he moves swiftly, pulling you off of his cock by your hair. Your face must be a mess but before you can do anything to fix it, he’s sitting up and wrapping a firm arm around you. You’re on the same page as him as you move from laying in between his legs to scramble up to straddle his lap. His hands wrap around you, palms splayed on your back, pulling you to him as he kisses you with renewed passion.

His hands slide to your back and he makes quick work of your bra. Once it’s off, you press your chest against his, still trying to get closer to him. He flips you, holding himself up on his arm above you. He pauses for a moment and scans his eyes over you, taking every inch of you in.

He frowns when his eyes meet your bottom half and you feel self conscious. His fingers loop around your thong and slide it down your legs, leaving it at your calves. He then eyes you again and exhales slowly, licking his lips.

“God fucking damn you.” He says, shaking his head in disbelief. You raise an eyebrow in question.

“God fucking damn you for looking this absolutely delicious. Say something shitty so I can remember why I hate you.” Daniel leans down and punctuates his words with a deep, passionate kiss.

Daniel’s eyes are darker when he pulls away and his hand grabs your thigh roughly and pushes it open, his cock grazing your entrance. When he doesn’t push in further, you try to lift your hips and do it yourself.

“Were you serious? I can talk about Max more if you want.”

He looks like he’s ready to absolutely destroy you, but he’s still.

“I- I don’t have a condom.” He blurts.

“What?!” It’s not the disappointment, it’s the disbelief. “No way that’s true.”

“I swear to God. You think I want to derail absolutely fucking ruining you? Especially when you have the nerve to say another man’s name in my bed?” His words turn your stomach.

“I’m..” You stumble over your words, you can’t think when he’s looking at you like that. “I’m good if you are.”

“Are you sure?” Daniel’s tone is soft for just a second, his eyes searching yours. You nod eagerly.

“I haven’t been with anyone else in…a while.” You admit.

“It’s been a while for me as well. We’re good then?”

“What? A while? Don’t lie to me.” You frown, knowing he was with the girl from Ferrari a few months ago.

“I’m not!”

“The Ferrari? You’re telling me you didn’t take a ride in her Ferrari?”

Daniel busts out laughing, shaking his head. “I can’t stand you.”

“Answer the question!”

“No!”

“No, what?”

“No, I didn’t sleep with her.” Daniel says, exasperated.

You watch his eyes carefully to try and detect if he's lying or not. His eyes lock on yours and you believe him.

“Okay. Do your worst.” You smirk, watching the way his eyes darken again at your words. You lean up and kiss him again, your hand tangling in his hair and then pulling him down with you.

The laughter and lightness shifts immediately as Daniel pushes into you roughly. You gasp loudly, your eyes closing as you arch your back. He stretches you in the most perfect way, you’ve never felt so full. The burn is so good as he pulls out slowly and then pushes back in, rougher this time, causing you to cry out.

“Fuck, Daniel!” Your voice is a plea, begging him for anything and everything. He moans louder in response, lifting his head from where it rested in the crook of your neck.

“Good.” He croons. “That’s a good girl” His praise sends a shockwave through you and you’re unable to stifle the loud moan that rips from low in your stomach as he continues thrusting slowly, but incredibly hard, deep into you.

He must pick up on the way his words affect you. He pulls out of you briefly to stand and grabs your ankles and yanks you down towards where he stands at the edge of the bed. You let out a gasp. You hope he can’t tell that the rougher he is, the more you come undone.

Still holding your ankles, Daniel crosses one hand over the other, flipping you onto your stomach. His hands then clutch your hips firmly, pulling you up to your hands and knees.

You wait for a moment, but when you don’t feel anything, you turn to look over your shoulder.

“Just admiring how good you look like this. Waiting patiently for me.” He throws you an appreciative feline smile. “I want to remember you being so good for me.”

You drop your head back down, letting it hang loose in between where you’ve braced yourself on your hands, a petulant whine urging him to get on with it.

When you feel his tongue lick a firm stripe through your folds, it’s absolutely not what you expected and pleasure rips through your body.

“Fuckin’ hell…” He breathes against your core, the hot air teasing you. “I’ve thought about how you’d taste.” He licks you again, this time much slower and then following it up with a few short laps. Your legs shake and you drop your stomach, arching your back and pushing your hips back towards him in search of more.

“But you taste even better that I imagined.” His voice was full of exasperated disbelief as he dove in again, this time beginning his efforts in earnest. You have no defense against the sounds that spill out of you and after a moment, you realize you’re begging him.

“Oh God, please! Fuck, oh my God.” You pant, your voice breaking in the middle of your pleas. You’re reaching your peak already and can’t do much to slow the tightening deep inside you that’s threatening to snap.

“Dan-” You rasp. “I’m gonna- Fuck! I’m gonna come”

He hums against you, his tongue dipping into you before going back to his assault on your clit. Your legs shake and you’re about to completely shatter.

And then he stops.

“I’m going to give you a chance to make up for lying to me earlier.” He says, his ands on your ass, spreading your cheeks and digging his fingers in.

You want to scream. The bastard.

“Who compares?”

You don’t respond. You don’t want to give in.

His hand lifts from your right ass cheek and comes down hard, the slap ringing through the room, followed by the sound of you crying out.

“I know you want to be a good girl for me.” His voice sounds sweet and it makes your stomach flip again. Your head is dizzy and confused, sick with how much he drives you crazy.

He slaps your ass again and you shudder, this time crying out not from the sting of pain, but from the pleasure that suddenly continues to push you towards your orgasm. He notices.

“You like that don’t you?” Again his hand makes contact on your ass, you feel the skin there heating now. “You like it when I’m a little mean?”

You whimper and shake your head, trying to deny it.

“No? Want me to flip you over and fuck you in missionary like a jackhammer until I come and then roll over and go to sleep like every single other man you’ve been with?” Daniel’s words make wetness drip out of you, you feel it on your inner thigh.

“No!” You finally respond.

“Of course not.” He hums, leaning in and finally putting his mouth on you again, and you shudder in relief.

“You get off on me being mean, don’t you?” Daniel eats you like you’re his last fucking meal, sucking and biting at your clit in between dipping his tongue into you. When you don’t respond, he slaps your ass again, this time much harder.

“Yes!” You scream, feeling yourself clinch around nothing.

“Mmm, I knew it.” He coaxes and you fall over the edge, your orgasm wracking through your limbs and making you collapse onto the bed. Daniel’s hands quickly move under your hips to hold you up enough that he can continue you lick and eat you through each wave. You hear something over and over and realize it’s you, repeating his name over and over.

“Dan, Dan, Dan, oh fuck, Dan.” You sob in unadulterated pleasure.

Once you come down, he moves up you, his chest pressed against your back, his head right by your ear. He positions himself at your entrance again, roughly grabbing you behind your knee and splaying your leg out to the side.

Your face is still buried in the comforter of the bed as you try and catch your breath but you know that he’s waiting for the okay. You nod.

“I need you to say it.” He says softly, his tone even and you know this isn’t about control. That’s not why.

“Yes. I want you. Please.” You breathe into the bed.

He grabs your face in his hand, his palm cupping your jaw and turns you to look at him.

“One more time.” He smiles at you. “This time just because I want to see your face when you say it.”

You don’t have it in you to fight it anymore.

“Yes. Dan, I want you. Please. Please.” Your last word is a whisper.

Daniel kisses you sloppily as he pushes into you, filling you again and you wonder how you ever lived without this.

“You feel so fucking good.” He groans in your ear, each thrust harder than the last. One hand snakes around your waist and holds you in place firmly while he drives into you, over and over.

“You’re taking me so well, aren’t you baby?” Daniel praises into your ear, obviously zeroing in on your praise kink. You nod breathlessly.

“I’m going to ask you one more time.” His voice is a low, threatening growl. It makes you throb. “Who. compares.” he punctuates each word with a thrust.

“Who else turns you into such a pliant little slut so easily?” As if to add to his point, his hand around your waist is now at the apex of your thighs, rubbing circles on your clit. You gasp, hips writhing at the pleasure and oversensitivity mixed together.

“No one else.” You cry, turning your head up and desperately searching for his lips.

“Say my name.”

“No one else Daniel.”

His other hand finds yours and intertwines your fingers tightly, but he still doesn’t give you the kiss you’re asking for. You whimper and open your eyes. You see he’s been looking at you the whole time. When your eyes meet his, it clicks. Somehow you know exactly what he wants. Another moment where you’re on the same page.

“No one else” You start again, this time looking into his eyes as he bites his lip, holding in a groan. “Dan.”

He kisses you fiercely, his fingers squeezing tightly around yours as he roughly pulls your hips up higher with the arm around you, driving into harder and deeper, splitting you from the inside out.

“Such a good girl for me. My good girl.” He mumbles into your mouth, the words barely coherent through the kisses.

You moan and cry out into his mouth, somehow no longer able to even worry how embarrassing the sounds are.

“Y-you know how I knew you’d get off on me being a little mean to you?” He pants out the question, it takes him a while to get it out as his rhythm stumbles and stutters and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Tell me.”

Before Daniel answers, he sits back on his knees, bringing you with him, your back still pressed against his chest. He moves his hand with yours, the two still interlocked, and places it on your chest just below your throat, splaying your fingers open with his. His large hand engulfs yours as he holds you firmly in place and thrusts up into you, the position letting him go even deeper.

Your head swims as you drop it back onto his shoulder limply. His mouth presses a kiss to your ear.

“Because I know you’re fucked up in the same way I am.” He whispers.

It’s something real from him. It pushes you over the edge yet again. It’s an orgasm that starts small and then kaleidoscopes, spreading out to every limb, imparting every cell with overwhelming euphoria. You come, and come, and come, and at some point, he jumps over the edge with you, heightening what you thought for sure could not be heightened.

He whimpers your name and praises you over and over again as he comes inside you, his hand clenching yours incredibly tightly.

When it finally ends, he falls sideways onto the bed, taking you with him. The two of you lay still for a moment, the only sound in the room is your mingled panting.

After a moment of stillness, he places his hand on your right ass cheek as slips out of you and you wince, the skin tender there. He notices. Since when did he become so perceptive?

“Shit, sorry.” He whispers, placing a kiss on the red, angry skin before rolling away and walking to the bathroom. He comes out with a wet washcloth and without a thought, cleans you up gently, his touch an alarming contrast to earlier. You give him an appreciative smile and then take your turn in the bathroom.

When you come back, you glance around the room for your clothes, assuming you need to leave, but Daniel is waiting right there, as if he next what your next move would be.

“Hey.” He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back to the bed. You go limp in his arms, letting him rest your head on his chest and sigh, relieved. “ You never told me what happened to your dress.” He smiles down at you, his fingers tracing light circles on your hip.

You cheeks heat and you look away and you feel his chest shake as he laughs.

“That bad? C’mon tell me.” Daniel places his finger under your chin to gently raise your head to look at him.

“I need you to know something.” You say firmly.

“Alright.”

“I still fucking hate you.” You can’t get the words out without a smile pulling on the corner of your lips. But you’re absolutely serious! The situation just makes it hard to act serious.

Daniel laughs again, this time his head falls back against the headboard. You hold in your giggle and wait for him to finish.

“I’m serious!” You sit up, looking him in the eyes.

“Mhm. I know you are.” He grins and it’s infuriating. “Don’t worry. I still fucking hate you too.” He grabs your face in his hands and kisses you. You hated him, yes. But you couldn’t help but love that yet again, you two were on the same page.

As you started to doze off, your limbs tangled with his, one thought echoed in your head over and over again.

Whenever he tangles with you, you cause him trouble.

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realcube · 3 years

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you flinch during an argument

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thank you to anon for this request

characters ♡ suna, atsumu & sakusa

content warning ♡ cursing, angst, mentions of abuse, hurt to comfort, hinted ptss, parent!reader (in sakusa’s)

rintarō suna

♡ he paced back and forth through the living room, casting you dirty looks whenever you try to speak

♡ you rolled your eyes at how far he took your singular comment on his volleyball career

♡ you were aware that what you said might’ve offended him and in any other situation you would’ve just apologised but considering how needlessly confrontational he was being, of course you were going to be mean too

♡ ‘rin, you’re being overdramatic.’ you muttered off-handedly, assuming he’d brush it off like everything else you said, so ofc you did not expect what he did next

♡ he suddenly stormed over to you

♡ not only did he take you by surprise but also his furrowed brows and generally mad aura unnerved you too, so your natural instinct was to flinch

♡ once he saw that, he immediately stopped in his tracks

♡ his head slowly tilted to the side and his clenched jaw loosened, ‘(y/n)?’

♡ your hands were still covering your face but when you heard the suna’s soft voice, you realised what you had just done and craned your neck out to peer over your hands, ‘yes?’

♡ obviously, his intention wasn’t to hurt you but rather just stand in front of you. though it worried him that your natural instinct was to prepare yourself for harm from him. despite the fact he would/has never hit you.

♡ ‘are you okay?’ he sighed, slowly approaching you as if you were a small critter that’d run away in fright at any moment

♡ you hesitantly lowered your arms, eyes wide as you intensely examined his every move, ‘i’m fine. are you okay?’

♡ suna gestured to the seat beside you on the couch, ‘i’m good. can i sit?’

♡ you simply nodded

♡ he reluctantly sat down next to you and gently placed his hand on your knee, tracing circles with his thumb, ‘i didn’t mean to scare you. i’m sorry.’ he said, his now hushed voice contrasting to how sharp and loud his words were just a minute ago

♡ you blinked rapidly, shocked at how quickly his demeanour changed but also relieved he realised that what he did brought you discomfort, ‘it’s fine, i guess. it just looked like you were going to- y’know. and i’m sorry too, what i said was uncalled for’ you murmured, the words just falling from your lips without any prior thought as your mind was somewhere else

♡ ‘i’d never do that.’ he blurted out, ‘but i get why you might’ve thought.’

♡ a few minutes passed and not a word was spoken - you just blankly stared at the wall opposite, completely lost in thought while suna closed his eyes, slumped back in his seat and revaluated everything he did

♡ eventually, you snapped out of your contemplation and turned to look at him, only to see his sleeping figure beside you

♡ it was probably the most peaceful you’ve saw him all day - so you decided against waking him up and instead cuddled up to him, accidentally falling asleep yourself

atsumu miya

♡ you had your arms crossed over your chest, patiently waiting for atsumu to finish his hissy fit

♡ ‘it was a fucking joke, (y/n)! not that i’d expect you to understand my humour anyway. do you not get what you did? you fucking embarrassed me.’

♡ ‘it wasn’t a very funny joke, atsumu.’ you shook your head disapprovingly, trying your very best to keep a level-head but his nasty remarks didn’t make it an easy task for you, ‘you made me really uncomfortable so of course i was going to say something. also, i didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed yourself.’

♡ the fact you weren’t as worked-up about this as he was only irritated him more. because deep-down, he knew he was being overdramatic and the contrast between both of your demeanours only highlighted this fact.

♡ he gritted his teeth together, momentarily side-eyeing you before absentmindedly cracking his knuckles

♡ he cracked his bones when he got tense - you knew this - but there was a faint voice at the back of your head, insisting that you had to run away bc he was preparing to hit you

♡ and it didn’t help when he jerked his head around to look at you

♡ though it was only the movement of his neck, this caused you to flinch as a part of you expected his hasty motion to be followed by a swing of his hand

♡ you never really thought too much of your action and assumed atsumu would pay no mind to it and continue to talk but you couldn’t have been more wrong

♡ he slapped his hand over his mouth and let out gasp as though his whole soul was exiting his body through his mouth

♡ your eyes were squeezed shut but you blinked them open to see when you mentally established that atsumu wasn’t going to swing at you and had actually stopped yelling

♡ ‘(y/n)- i’d- i’d never do that!’ the volume of his voice gradually rose as he spoke, starting as breathy emphasis and increasing to a cry

♡ upon noticed his appalled expression and his frozen structure, you dropped your arms which you had automatically raised in defence, ‘you’d never do what?’ you voice was hushed, afraid that if you spoke too loud, you’d reignite his temper

♡ he rushed over to your side, immediately opening up his strong arms for you to enter, if you wished, ‘i’d never hit you.’

♡ both his eyes and tone seemed sincere so without even thinking, you found yourself leaning into his embrace, his arms holding you close - but gently

♡ you really had no reason not to believe him as he’s never harmed you purposely in the past and he didn’t plan on harming you just there; he didn’t even plan on intimidating you but that kinda just happened involuntarily

♡ he had so much on his mind, so much he needed so say at once, so much he wanted you to know. hence, it all came out as rambles.

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n). i love you so much. i don’t want anyone to hurt you - including myself. i just want you to feel safe - i want you to be safe - so i’ll leave if you don’t feel that way with me around. i can understand why you wouldn’t. but heh, i guess it’s quite funny because i feel the safest when i’m with you. well, it’s not funny - i’m actually gonna miss you like hell - but it’s ironic. i wouldn’t even dream of harming you, love, but i don’t expect you to live in fear constantly so yeah, i’ll go if you want me to.’

♡ you blinked rapidly against his chest, pulling back to look him in the eyes and to your surprise, he appeared to be in more tears than you

♡ ‘i love you too, atsumu.’ you cooed, wiping away one of his tears with your shivering hand, ‘we don’t have to break-up. i mean, truthfully, i feel safe when you’re around too.’

♡ he let out an audible sigh of relief, ‘thank goodness.’

♡ a few moments passed of you just silently enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms until he spoke up once again while placing an infintite amount of kisses on your forehead, punctuating each kiss with an ‘i love you.’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he was sitting beside you on the bed but he had long before withdrew his arm which rested behind your head when you expressed your concern surrounding his hostile behaviour lately

♡ ‘omi, i’m too ti--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that.’

♡ you sighed as you realised that this had spiralled into a heated fight which you really didn’t intend for it to become. all you wanted to do was talk to him about how rude he’s been to you and the baby as of recently and try to work out a solution but he had turned this into something way bigger than it needed to be.

♡ the remarks he was throwing around - as if they were nothing - resulted in a wrath bubbling in the pits of your stomach, which had been present and building up since the start of sakusa’s attitude problems

♡ you knew that if this argument didn’t stop soon, you’d lash out on him and although you really didn’t have a problem with that in theory, you had spent hours trying to get the baby to fall asleep and you didn’t want to risk waking them up with the noise

♡ and though you hated to give sakusa (mental) praise in a situation like this, you had to admit that he was good at keeping his voice down even while angry

♡ so you decided that it was best to diffuse this situation quickly and pick it up at a later date, ‘you know what, kiyoomi--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that either.’ at this point it was clear he was just saying that to piss you off, and it was working

♡ ‘--i’m going to bed; i’m tired from doing all the work in this damn house. we’ll talk about this later.’

♡ sakusa quirked a brow, scoffing at your statement despite the fact it was completely true

♡ ‘no, let’s talk about it right now. since you clearly have a lot to say.’

♡ instead of replying, you gave him what he deserved - the silent treatment

♡ you casually pulled off your slippers, tossing them aside, proceeding to do other nightly activities - while completely ignoring his presence - then reached down to pull the duvet over yourself so you could drift into sweet, serene slumber to imagine a life where sakusa acted like loved you again

♡ ‘(y/n).’ sakusa snapped, his voice sharp and demanding, ‘listen to me. talk to me- god, you’re so immature.’

♡ your eyes widened; out of the corner of your eye you saw him quickly raise his arm

♡ during your three years of marriage with sakusa, not once had he ever purposefully harmed you - physically or emotionally - but you were aware that what you were doing displeased him so your immediate reaction was to turn away and shield yourself with your forearms

♡ sakusa froze

♡ moments passed and you had yet to feel the impact of his hand so you lowered your defences to peer at him, only to see that his arm was stretched upwards as he yawned

♡ his gaze flickered between you and his arm - he was truly at a loss for words at what he just witnessed

♡ a lump formed at the back of his dry throat as he didn’t dare to speak, trying to communicate all his emotions through his eyes which grew increasingly difficult as they began to burn with tears and ache from the elongated period of time he went without blinking

♡ he wanted to tell you that he’d never lay an finger on you in that way, that he adores you and he was aware of how he’s been treating you recently but he was previously too arrogant to change his ways. now he was ready to change though, if it’s not too late.

♡ but all that came out was a choked syllable followed by a cough

♡ ‘are you okay, omi?’ you tilted your head, watching as your husband coughed his lungs out beside you, his puffy, irritated eyes squeezed shut

♡ he eventually managed to catch his breath and the first thing he did was offer his shaky hand to you

♡ though you were reluctant at first, upon meeting his gaze, it was as though his fury had melted away. his eyebrows were no longer knitted together, his judgemental sneer was now a gentle smile he wore to try reassure you and the way he looked at you resembled how he did on your wedding day. all the resentment, all the stress and all irritation was gone - which left you with the considerate, understanding man you had married.

♡ you fingers found their way to his as you slowly intertwined them together, ‘we should, uh, g-get some rest, yeah?’ you stuttered, your lips gradually curling into a weak grin

♡ a faint hum of agreement could be heard from sakusa as he shuffled so he was now laying down, with a duvet draped over him

♡ though he lay with the intention of going to sleep, he kept his hand locked with yours all throughout the night

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tobesoalive · 3 years

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r u mine? (Jake Kiszka x reader)

hey guys...so this was fun to write, thank you to the kind anon who requested it! I currently have some fun (and steamy) Josh stuff in the works right now, but still feel free to send in requests! I might slow down a little with posting since my classes started, but I promise to get to every request! Enjoy my first Jake piece!

Warnings: SMUT(oral f-recieving, fingering, penetrative sex)

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you headed down the hallway backstage, about to go out and face the crowd of thousands of fans. No you weren't a huge famous musician or anything, just their photographer. Basically the same thing right?

For the past three weeks you had been enjoying life on the road, it had always been your dream to be a concert photographer, and your work had caught the attention of a little band called Greta Van Fleet. Well, not exactly little. Their fan base grew everyday and now they were doing yet another headlining tour that they asked you to document. Over the past few months you had been in contact with the guys and their management, and you guys hit it off instantly, they brought you under their wing as if you were part of the family.

You basically were all one big family, you had gotten extremely close to the boys. Josh, Sam and Danny were like your brothers, and Jake...he was a little different.

Brother would be an odd way to describe him, seeing as you had a bit of a crush on him. Nothing super serious, you just thought he was a cool guy who also happened to be really fucking hot. You thought he might have a little something for you too, he was always asking you how you liked the show, and when he’d catch you editing the photos you took he’d sit himself right next to you and ask if you’d show him what you were working on. He was constantly complimenting your work, but that would mostly be in private, when he’d seek you out if he couldn’t sleep. You surely weren’t complaining, you enjoyed his company. You just wish he would say something, or even better, make a move. You could be taking his actions the wrong way, he does have tons of women who want him all around the country, maybe he does just think of you as a sister. Whatever thoughts you had about Jake you’d just push to the back of your mind, you had a job to do, and your work was more important than getting laid.

You went in front of the barricade and took some photos of the crowd and talked to fans. They liked to ask you questions about the guys and what it was like touring with them. You always tried to make them feel special by saying how thankful the guys were, which wasn’t a lie, to have such amazing fans.

All of a sudden you heard some of the fans start screaming wildly. They were chanting Jake’s name, and you turned your head only to briefly meet his eyes from the side of the stage where he was standing. Within a second he was gone, most likely rushing backstage to avoid any further commotion from the audience.

What was that all about? You thought to yourself. Did he sneak over there to just look at me? Maybe he wanted to talk or something. That can happen later, it was only a few minutes until the show started, so you wanted to snap a few more shots of the crowd before running all over during the show to catch the right angles.

During the show you had a great time, as per usual. You loved being right up front, taking photos of the guys doing what they loved. You went backstage to get some photos from the wings. Jake was about to do his signature move, playing his guitar behind his head, and you were ready to capture the moment. Right as you snapped the photo, Jake turned and winked at you, arms thrown behind his head, somehow managing to play the notes of “Highway Tune” whilst flirting with you.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you felt an intense need for him. Quickly you ran back out to the front of the stage to capture a few more moments before the show was over.

“God fucking dammit, I’m in deep” you muttered to yourself, before heading to the green room to congratulate the guys on the awesome show. You slipped through the crew heading on stage to clean up the equipment, turning a corner and bumping directly into Jake.

“Oh sorry! Great job out there tonight!” you say, trying your best not to blush. What was wrong with you, it was like you were a school girl or something.

“Thanks y/n! Did you get some good shots?”

“No, I made sure to get really shitty photos, especially of you”

“Are you being sarcastic?! Now that is something new!” he teased you.

“I just know how much you enjoy my sense of humor! I like to give back to the fans y’know” you quip back, causing him to break out into a smile.

“Hey the guys and quite a bit of the crew is gonna head out and probably find a bar or something once we’re done cleaning up. You wanna join?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I might just keep it lowkey tonight, I’d prefer to edit the photos tonight so I can explore whatever city we’re going to tomorrow.”

“Totally understandable, well I’ll catch you later!”

“Yeah for sure!” you say as you go off to find the rest of the guys.

After about a half hour of chatting and checking in with the rest of your tour mates, you decided it was time to change into your pajamas and spend the rest of the night staring at your computer screen, trying to edit as many photos as you can before inevitably passing out.

Getting onto the bus you shared with some other crew members, you kicked your Vans off before checking to see if anyone else was around. Seems like they all were opting to go out after the show, which meant you got the whole place to yourself. You traded out your concert outfit for a pair of shorts and a hoodie, getting prepared for your lengthy editing session.

You made yourself at home on the couch towards the front of the bus, turning on your speaker and playing music as loud as you wanted, getting straight to work.

It had felt like only a minute when you heard a knock on the door, but after checking your clock you realized an hour had already gone by. You peeked out the window only to see Jake’s figure standing there.

“Jacob! What’s up? I thought you were going to the bar?” you said as you opened the door to let him in.

“That show wore me out”

“Yeah you did amazing, I mean like you usually do” you say, stumbling over your words and internally punching yourself. God you were not smooth at all.

“Seems like we are some of the very few who decided to stay back, I was getting lonely in that tour bus.”

“Well you’re always welcome here, I was just doing some editing.”

“Wow you’re a pretty big nerd aren’t you? You know you should take a break every once and a while, I feel like you’re constantly working.”

“Well it’s not that hard when you love your job” you tell him.

“I guess that's true, can I see what you’re working on?”

“Yeah of course” you say while making your way back to the couch, Jake plopping down next to you.

“Damn that’s fucking awesome” he remarks, looking at the image on your screen. It’s the one of him playing the guitar behind his head, and winking right at you.

“I know! Thanks for being such a good model” you tell him with a small laugh.

“The guys and management are really impressed with your work. We’ve already been talking about having you come on the European leg of the tour with us.”

“Are you for real?!” you ask in awe, giddy with excitement. You absolutely loved this job and the people, and the thought that you could travel the world to do it was a dream come true.

“Yeah, don’t tell anyone though, I don’t want to get my ass beat for it.”

“Oh my god Jake I could literally kiss you!” you exclaimed, before you had even realized what you said.

You tried your best to play it off before your thoughts were interrupted by Jake’s voice.

“I wish you would”

“Huh” you stop for a second before turning to face him.

“Listen y/n, I think you’re really cool, and you also happen to be really hot. Sorry, maybe I was interpreting things wrong. I just thought if you felt the same it might be fun. It doesn’t have to be anything serious, I just get lonely on the road and -”

Before he could say another word, you took it upon yourself to answer his question, leaning in to capture his lips in a soft kiss. You pull back and look him in the eyes, closing your laptop and setting it on the counter.

“God I’m glad you finally said something, I think everyone was starting to sense the sexual tension” you grin at him.

“Well all I could think about on stage was fucking your brains out, so sorry if I’m not too great at hiding it” he says before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for another kiss, to which you open your mouth to let his tongue slip in.

You move yourself so that you’re straddling his lap, your lips moving perfectly in rhythm as Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background.

“Wow it seems like you were almost expecting this to happen” he teases you.

“Shut up and fuck me Kiszka” you say before he flips you so you’re now beneath him.

His fingers find their way under your shirt, reaching up to cup your breast. He pinched your nipple before quickly tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Can this come off?” he breathed into your mouth.

“Yes please” you said before he pulled it off you, exposing your bare chest to him. You felt very self conscious, it had been a little while since you had gotten naked with anyone.

“Hey don’t be shy, you’re gorgeous” he said before connecting your lips once more before he stood up to remove his shirt and shorts, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs. You tried your best to not look at his growing bulge, but it was hard to resist.

Suddenly he was kneeling on the ground, body in between your spread legs.

“Jake you really don’t have to” “Oh trust me, I want to, '' he says before running his fingers up and down over your clothed core, moving his fingers to the waistband of your shorts, pulling your panties down with them.

“God you’re so fucking sexy” he mutters before expertly pressing the pad of his thumb onto your clit, his other hand pushing on your thigh to keep your legs spread.

“Fuck, Jake, I need more” you groan, your arousal now dripping between your folds.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I’ve got you”

Those words alone probably could have made you cum, but then Jake entered a finger into you, causing your hands to tangle in his long hair, slightly pulling.

“Goddamn babe you’re tight” he said, looking at you in awe before adding another finger and leaning down to toy your clit with the tip of his tongue. His fingers were pumping in and out of you at a steady rhythm, and every so often he’d curl them to perfectly hit your g-spot.

“Jake you need to stop or else I’m gonna cum” you say as you pull his head back, looking him in the eyes.

“That’s okay” he reassures you.

“No, when I cum I want it to be around you” you say.

“Fucking hell y/n” he groans out in a raspy voice.

You get up and kiss him before pushing him down on the couch, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. You tug at the waistband, and he lifts his hips up to assist you. You took a moment to admire his length before wrapping your hand around it. He was a couple inches above average, with a nice girth to him. His head tipped back in bliss as you continued to give him a few more strokes before positioning yourself above him, running his tip back and forth across your slit. Slowly, you sank yourself down onto him, taking as much of him in as you could.

“Fuck fuck fuck Jake, you’re really fucking big” you breath out, only able to fit about half of him in you at this angle.

“Just do what you can baby” he says before softly pressing a kiss on your forehead, telling you that it was okay.

You started moving yourself up and down on him as best you could, starting to adjust more to his size. The stretch burned but slowly started turning more pleasurable.

After a few minutes your legs were starting to hurt and his length slipped out of you.

“Will you fuck me from behind?” you blurt out, sweat running between the valley of your breasts.

“I’d be honored” Jake responds, offering a smile before getting up.

He moves you so that your hands are on the back of the couch, holding you steady and your knees rest on the edge of the sofa, sticking your ass out towards Jake. You can hear him move behind you, hands finding their way to your ass, before you feel him run his tip up and down your slit once again.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod in response and instantly feel him push his way into you, letting you adjust for a second before pushing the rest of his length in you.

“Oh my fucking god Jake” you say as you bury your head in the couch cushions, his dick hitting a spot in you that you didn’t even know was there.

“Oh god you’re doing so good baby girl, taking all of my cock.” he says as he begins to pump in and out of you, starting off slow but gradually picking up the pace.

It feels amazing, better than you had imagined. You wanted him to stay in you forever, make you see stars all the time. Within a minute you were contracting around him, nearing your edge.

“Jake I’m almost there, please faster”

“Me too baby, me too” he says as he starts thrusting even faster than before, wrapping his arm around you to toy with your clit.

All it takes is a few more pumps and you can feel him explode inside you, groaning your name loudly and leaning over your back, but still circling your clit with his fingers. It’s enough to bring you to your peak, walls contracting around him, burying your head in your arms. Once you’ve both come down you stay in that position for a minute, before he pulls out of you and collapses on the couch, pulling you into his chest.

“That was way better than I imagined” he breathes out, hand stroking your hair.

“Oh so you’ve thought about this before? That's embarrassing” you say in a sarcastic tone.

“Hey I’m sure you aren’t so innocent yourself” he says smiling down at you.

“We should probably get dressed, I’m sure your brothers and the other goons will be stumbling in anytime now.” you tell him as you get up and search for your clothes.

“You’re probably right. Hey, let's do this again sometime” he says, cheeks going red.

“Hmm...I’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule” you respond, giving him a quick wink.

These next few months surely were going to be an adventure, and you didn’t want to miss a second.

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fireflykaizoku · 3 years

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Hey!! I'm obsessed with your soulmates swap aus, really i love them they're so good i can't even explain 😭

Could i ask you one with kid but no one can really see they exchanged bodies 'cause they are literally the same? Like y/n has the same character as kid so they seems literally the same as always and it's quite a problem.

Thank you if you do, have a nice day 💕

helloo anon my love! ❤ i'm so so glad you like them! i'm sorry i took long, by the way! but here it is, and i hope you like it! have a nice day ❤

— What are you looking at? — you snapped at someone at the bar. That person was looking at you for you don’t even know how long.

— (Y/N), calm down. It’s your birthday, don’t stress trying to fight again. — one of your friends asked, holding your arm. — Just leave it.

You sighed, taking a sip of your drink. It was easy for you to get irritated and start a fight, you had quite a temper, and honestly, you don’t know how your friends put up with you. The only reason why you didn’t get into more fights, it was because of them.

— I swear, your soulmate better be someone calm. — another friend giggled. — Imagine if they have that temper.

— It’d be a chaos. — you laughed, forgetting about the fight you almost started before. — But I guess the world couldn’t handle a couple like that. I hope they’re level headed.

It was late when you went back home, and you fell asleep right after, hoping you wouldn’t have a hangover the next morning.

Your peaceful slumber got interrupted with a loud bang on the door. Since when your roommate got so aggressive? You barely had time to open your eyes, and realize you were sitting on a chair, in front of a desk, in a room that wasn’t yours. It smelled like oil and metal. What an awful time to switch bodies with your soulmate.

You knew it’d happen eventually, but it wasn’t something you looked forward to, unlike your friends who acted as if it was such an event.

— Kid, the ship just docked. — someone said. — We’ll go get some supplies and head to a bar.

— Go away! — you screamed, still in shock while looking at that body which obviously wasn’t yours.

The man had scars on his chest and right arm, while apparently he didn’t have his left arm, replaced with a heavy mechanical one. You looked at the long coat over your shoulder, the vest and his pants and couldn’t help laughing at his fashion taste. How tacky.

— What a clown. — you whispered to yourself, still laughing. — Out of all people, this is my soulmate? How lucky…

You got up and headed to a bathroom, maybe when you washed your face and actually felt awake, you could find a solution to switch back and go home. Looking at the broken and dirty mirror, your soulmate was very attractive. He had red hair, no eyebrows, a scar on the left side of his face, and goggles. He’s someone you’d look at if you saw him at a bar.

— Now, how do I find him? — you asked yourself. — Well, if he’s in my body, I’ll call my house. I’m sure there’s a den den mushi here somewhere.

When you left the bathroom, you tried to find the transponder snail. It took a while, walking from room to room, but you finally spotted one in what seemed to be the captain’s bedroom. You started calling your house, hoping that your soulmate would answer.

— What?! — the man answered. — If you’re the person who is in my body, you better find a way to switch back.

— Look, I’m not happy with this situation either. I want to go back to my body, so what do we do now?

He sighed, obviously as annoyed as you were.

— I’m the captain of this ship, so you tell my crew to come here to your island so we can switch back. Don’t let people know what’s going on, I don’t want anyone to know about that. I have a damn reputation.

— Are you even that relevant? — you laughed.

— Watch it, just because you’re my soulmate it doesn’t mean you can talk to me like that.

You rolled your eyes, hanging up before replying. First, you went to the kitchen, feeling thirsty. Luckily they had some beer. You took one, and soon enough, you found one of the crew members that stayed on the ship. You demanded to go to your island quick.

— We need to go there. It’s important, and don’t ask any questions, I’ll be working on something or whatever.

You went back to Kid’s workshop, slamming the door behind you. Being in another body was annoying. You didn't know who this person was, you were far from home, and his mechanical arm was so heavy it was bothering you.

When a tall blonde man wearing a mask knocked on the door, opening it right after, you just told him to go away, threatening to throw something at him if he didn’t leave. After that, everyone left you alone.

The only time when anyone knocked on the door after that, was the next morning, when someone said they arrived at the destination.

Finally!

— I’ll be back soon. I don’t want neither of you following me around, got it? — you asked and the crew nodded.

You left the ship, going towards your house. And when the door opened you saw your figure, which was very weird.

— Took you long enough! — he said with a frown. — How do we switch back now?

— I should’ve know you don’t understand about soulmates. — you sighed. — We need to kiss.

— Is that all? — he seemed surprised, thinking it was too easy to be true. — Then let’s kiss now!

— It’s not a simple kiss, you fool. It’s a kiss when we’re in love, which it’s probably not going to happen, so we need to figure something out.

Kid yelled, complained, cussed, and finally accepted how things really were. You two tried to talk without bickering on each other, trying to think of another solution. And after a long discussion, with you yelling at him, both decided that you needed to stay with him on the Victoria Punk until you could switch back.

The crew kept whispering, curious about who was that small person that their Captain just brought to the ship. Maybe an affair? A new member or an ally? No one dared to ask him directly, though, especially since he was in a bad mood.

Kid still didn’t want the crew to know, even though Killer was smart enough and could probably help. You spent many times together at his workshop, seeing him work while you complained you were bored. At night, you two agreed that sleeping in his room would be the best. The red haired man let you keep the bed, saying he didn’t want his body to be sick or in pain, apparently. Whenever his mechanical arm got too heavy, he tried to ease the weight or help you take it off.

Eventually, you had longer conversations with him, seeing you two had a lot in common, surprisingly.

The showers were a little weird, especially during the first few times, when he kept saying your body was very hot, making you feel flustered for the first time in your life. But after a while, it just felt normal.

It has been almost a month since you two met. The ship had docked and everyone was at a bar. A man was flirting with you, or well, with Kid, while thinking it was you. Indeed, you used to draw attention from people when you went out, and you forgot about that until a man was approaching Eustass, complimenting his beautiful looks.

Feeling annoyed, and perhaps even a little jealous thinking that other men wanted you, he got up from his sit and pulled you into a kiss. Of course, the crew had their eyes open. Who knew the mysterious person Kid brought was that straightforward, and who knew their captain would let someone steal a kiss from him.

The kiss wasn’t romantic or cute. It was full of passion and desire, it was unexpected and possessive, as if he was saying “you’re mine”. He bit your lip, and it felt like he was claiming you. Honestly, it was a good feeling, as if you’ve been waiting, without even knowing, for him to make this first move.

You felt butterflies, something you’ve never felt before.

When you opened your eyes, you saw his figure towering over you, and a grin that wouldn’t leave his face so soon. He pulled you closer, making it clear that you were his. He didn’t even ask, but your answer would be “yes” anyway.

— I can’t believe we finally switched back. — he laughed, flexing his arm. — I missed my body.

The crew gasped.

— Switch back? — Heat asked. — Wait, you were in (Y/N)’s body this whole time? And (Y/N) was in your body?

— I must say, I’m surprised. I couldn’t notice any difference. — Killer said. — You two are very alike.

At first, you two seemed offended until realizing the masked man was actually right. You two has the same personality, and it wasn’t what you expected your soulmate to be. Someone peaceful and quiet would be fun, but someone who could raise a little hell with you could be even better.

— You’re annoying sometimes, but I want you to sail with me anyway. — he said gently lifting your chin with his index finger, still with his signature smirk on his face.

#eustass kid #kid x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #eustass kid x reader #one piece scenario

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syllvane · 3 years

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she’s a rainbow- natasha romanoff x reader

a/n: this was loosely requested by anon, inspired by a song of the same name

The first time you see her, she is dressed in blue.

You’re at one of Tony’s parties- and you don’t want to be there, you’d rather be anywhere else in the world in fact, but you work for Tony and more than that, you’re worried for him.

Though you both had worked closely on things regarding the Iron Man suit, he had been pulling away from you without any explanation as to why. The closest that you had gotten to an explanation was whenever he got drunk and started mumbling about a new energy source or something.

You stood in the corner of the party, nursing a drink as the lights flashed and the music played loudly, so loud that you could barely hear yourself think over the music, much less have a conversation.

You made your way outside of the house and even there, a small part of the party seemed to have spilled out of the house and you weren’t able to find the peace and quiet that you were looking for.

Someone touched your arm gently and you spun around, not knowing who to expect, though it certainly wasn’t her.

She had long, dark red hair and she was wearing a beautiful midnight blue dress to match, her hair done in curls.

You didn’t believe in love at first sight but looking at her, you thought that maybe you had been wrong.

“Oh, I’m so sorry- I thought you were someone else,” She said, smiling sheepishly. “What’s your name?”

You told her your name, momentarily losing your train of thought.

“What about you? What’s your name?”

“Natalie Rushman- I’m Ms. Pott’s personal assistant at Stark Industries,” She smiled, extending her hand out.

You extended your own, taking her hand and shaking it.

“It’s nice to meet you, Natalie- and welcome to Stark Industries.”

Were the two of you technically coworkers? If you dated each other, would you have to tell HR about it?

“So, what do you do? Famous model, actress?” She suggested and you laughed slightly.

“Now you’re just flattering me, I mean if anyone’s the model here, it’s you. I just work with Tony on the Iron Man project and things of that nature.”

Her eyes went wide as if she was more impressed by that than any of the things she mentioned before.

“Just? Don’t downplay how smart you have to be for that, humble isn’t a good look on you.”

“You’re right, I guess… just a force of habit.”

She smiled softly.

“It must be a strange work environment if he’s always this… impulsive.”

You glanced back towards the inside of the house, seeing several models on each of Tony’s arms.

He was clearly drunk.

“He wasn’t… it’s been different these past couple of months. I don’t know, if Tony’s good at one thing besides engineering, it’s bottling up his feelings.”

She nodded intently, hanging onto every word that you were saying.

“I’m sorry. That must be tough for you.”

You sighed.

“It’s harder to see him like this than it is when he ices me out.”

She opened her mouth to speak but before she could, Tony stumbled out of the doors.

“There you are, Natalie- come back in and enjoy the party!” He beckoned before being pulled back inside.

Natalie looked at you apologetically.

“I should… it was nice talking to you though, really,” She said, giving you a small smile before she entered the house once again.

As you would later learn, that was the only honest thing that she told you that entire conversation.

The crowd roared as she entered the home and she did not look back at you once.

The next time you see her, she is dressed in black.

All pretense of meekness was gone and what was left was a woman with the same red curls as before, her midnight blue dress traded in for a black jumpsuit with long sleeves.

She is sitting on Tony’s front porch step and given the way her eyes are following you as you made your way up the drive, you guessed that it was you who she wanted to talk to.

“You lied to me,” You said, almost wincing at how childish your accusation sounded- of course she had lied to you, that was her job.

She was a spy, she didn’t owe you an explanation or an apology.

“I’m sorry,” She said, her words careful. “If it was up to me, I wouldn’t have.”

You don’t believe her.

“Why are you even here, Natalie? I-”

“It’s Natasha,” She corrected and you didn’t say anything for a couple of moments.

You truly knew nothing about her and more than that, you trusted nothing about her. After all, what was stopping her from lying about being named ‘Natasha’ as well?

“As for why I’m doing this… I don’t know. I didn’t want you to think that it was all fake, I guess.”

You crossed your arms.

“So what was real then?”

Another pause.

"I really did like you,” She said softly and even though you desperately wanted to be angry at her, you couldn’t help but melt slightly. “And you are too good for him.”

“We’re not…” You took a step back from her as if she had just slapped you. “Are you just trying to manipulate me into joining SHIELD?”

She blinked, as if the thought had never even crossed her mind.

“What- no! I think you’d be a good fit for SHIELD, but I wasn’t…” She fell silent, studying you once again. “That’s all you think I am now, isn’t it? A spy.”

You shrugged helplessly, tears pricking your eyes.

“You haven’t given me much else to go on.”

“Forget it. Just… go back to someone who completely undervalues the work that you do and just forget that I exist. I’ll do the same for you.”

She stormed off without saying anything else, getting into a black unmarked car and driving off.

When you see her again, her hair is shorter and although you aren’t positive, you think you’re on a plane.

You also have the worst headache of your entire life and vague memories of the past couple of days, all of which seem to be tinted in blue.

“I liked your long hair better,” You mumbled and she rolled her eyes, though a small smile appeared on her face.

“You didn’t take my advice about forgetting me.”

“Can you blame me?” You said before you winced, your head throbbing. “What happened? I remember… a portal opened, I think. And some guy… walked out. The rest is fuzzy.”

“That guy… Loki… he mind-controlled you. A bunch of people, actually.”

“Wait,” You sat up straight, causing a wave of dizziness to rush over you. “Loki, as in Norse mythology Loki? That Loki?”

“Yes.”

You sat there for a second, thinking.

“Hm. That’s interesting.”

She blinked.

“You’re handling this surprisingly well.”

You shrugged slightly.

“I’m a scientist. It wouldn’t do me any good to ignore the evidence that’s been presented to me.”

She didn’t respond, handing you a cup with medicine in it.

“For your head,” She said and you nodded, looking at the pills before taking them with the water that was just off to the side. “I didn’t take my own advice either, you know. I didn’t forget about you.”

You stayed silent for a couple of seconds.

“Why not?”

“I already told you, didn’t I? I really did like you,” She said, not meeting your eyes.

“I liked you too. But I don’t… I don’t know if I can trust you again.”

She thought about this for a minute.

“What are you doing Thursday night?”

“If the world hasn’t ended by then? Probably going back to work.”

“Have dinner with me. I might not even make it out of this alive, but-”

“Yes.”

A small smirk appeared on her face.

“That didn’t take long.”

“Oh shut up,” You said, a small smile on your face. “Don’t you have a city to save?”

She glanced towards the door before looking back at you.

“I suppose I do. I’ll see you on the other side?”

“I hope so,” You said softly and she smiled before walking out of the room you were recovering in.

The next time you see her is on Thursday, outside of the address that she texted you.

You are nearly twenty minutes late because of all the damage that had been done during the Battle of New York, but when you arrive, she is standing there in a pale gold dress, her hair curled and styled like she just walked out of the 1920s.

You are rendered speechless by her beauty and she just looked at you and smirked.

“Something catch your attention?” She asked innocently and you rolled your eyes, though you felt heat rise to your cheeks. She offered you her hand and you took it. “I feel the same way about you, you know. You take my breath away.”

The two of you walked into the restaurant together, hand in hand and as certain as you had once been that there would be no relationship between you and Natasha, you found your own doubts about your relationship with her slowly slipping away.

And they continue to slip away.

Her dress is emerald green when she tells you about her adopted family, about Ohio and about Yelena, and it’s silver like moonlight when she stands up on her tiptoes to kiss you on the doorstep of your apartment.

It’s sky blue when she introduces you to the rest of the Avengers as her girlfriend and it’s a black, oversized hoodie when she first tells you that she loves you, laying next to you on the couch, half-asleep and fighting off a cold.

(You say it back, but she’s already fallen back asleep. You don’t worry though, because you know that you have all the time in the world to say it.)

Her dress is white when the two of you finally get married and her hair is longer, curled like it was the night you first met.

Tony is drunk again and is taking credit for your love story in his toast, but you don’t care, not as long as you’re with her.

You can face anything, you think, as long as you’re with her.

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genshin-impact-writings · 3 years

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hi there! may i request small frappé with pumpkin spice and whipped cream? childe x reader ty! this is my first time requesting so i hope i didnt do this wrong!!

Heya, dear anon! Thank you so much for your request, it was perfect and i had a lot of fun writing this. So, here's your drink: A small frappé with pumpkin spice and whipped cream on top. Hope you enjoy! <3 (Reblogs are very much appreciated.)

Prompts: fluff, fake dating, “You’re not wearing that, are you?” + “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” (400 followers event: JJ's coffee shop)

Be mine – Tartaglia x gn!reader (fake dating!AU, fluff)

“You’re not wearing that, are you?”

With furrowed brows, you looked at Tartaglia. He was standing behind you, watching you as you turned in front of the mirror to get a better look at your outfit. “Why?” you asked, a hint of confusion echoing in your voice. “Is there something wrong? Is it too much?”

“No,” he replied, and a smile flashed over his face as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he added, “It makes you look even prettier than you already are, to be honest. Everyone’s going to stare at you.” He nuzzled your cheek. “And I’m not sure if I like that thought.”

You felt your face growing hot at his words and tried to wriggle out of his hug. “Stop that,” you said with a sheepish grin. “No one’s here, there’s no need to act like we’re a couple.”

Tartaglia hummed in response and took a step back after releasing you from his hug, although he couldn’t deny that your words hurt him more than he liked to admit. He knew that you were right – the two of you weren’t really dating, after all. It was just a show you put on to stop your friends from constantly pestering you to finally find yourself a boyfriend. When you had asked him to pretend to be in a relationship with you for a while, Tartaglia hadn’t hesitated to help you. Up to this day, he hadn’t regretted it – well, a bit, maybe.

At first, it had been nothing more than a game and a secret the two of you shared – something that never failed to make you laugh when your friends weren’t around. But as the weeks passed, things had… changed. At least for him.

He had no idea how you felt about the whole situation, though. If you still thought about him as a friend or if his constant flirting did have some kind of effect on you… if you maybe had developed real, genuine feelings for him too. It was foolish, he knew that, but he couldn’t help but hold on to that thought whenever he saw you.

You watched him in the mirror, the way he stared into the distance absent-mindedly, his pretty blue eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He often had that look on his face when he thought you weren’t noticing it but whenever you brought the topic up, he always told you that you were imagining things before he quickly changed the subject.

That didn’t stop you from asking, though. You turned around to face him, your left arm slightly outstretched, almost as if your body couldn’t decide if you wanted to reach out for him or not. “Hey,” you said, your voice a lot softer than you initially intended. “What’s wrong?”

It was fascinating to see how his facial expression changed almost immediately, how he put on a smile that could have fooled anyone but you. “I was just thinking that you’re right,” he replied and shrugged. “About us, I mean. We’re not a couple when your friends aren’t around, and I’m sorry if my actions made you feel uncomfortable.”

You let out a surprised laugh. “What made you think I was uncomfortable? I just – I don’t know, I guess I wanted to say that there’s no need to pretend anything when we’re alone. It’s not necessary and I don’t want to bother you. Um…” You shook your head, annoyed by your own stammering. “You’re not making me uncomfortable. That’s what I was trying to say.”

You watched as his smile slowly transformed into a more honest one, and suddenly, there was this warm feeling welling up inside you again. It had happened a few times already, mostly when he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen or when he hugged you like he had done earlier but you had never bothered yourself with thinking about it. After all, he only acted like that because you had an agreement with each other, not because he actually cared about you… at least not in that way.

And it was fine, although you couldn’t deny that a part of you had always wondered what it would be like to be in a real relationship with him. He could be reckless and even kind of belligerent sometimes, yes, but when he was with you, he seemed to be a completely different man – caring and considerate, always trying his best to make you smile when you were upset or sad. He was your best friend, the one you could always rely on, no matter what happened.

And sometimes, just like in this moment, he was the one who made your heart skip a beat without even knowing it.

“We should go,” you said, shaking your head once again to get rid of the confusing thoughts that had come to your mind. “The others are probably already waiting for us.”

On your way back home, you couldn’t stop thinking about something your best friend had said to you. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but wonder if they secretly knew that your relationship with Tartaglia wasn’t real but since you didn’t want to risk anything, you had decided to let sleeping dogs lie a while ago. Maybe they didn’t know it, anyway but something about the way they looked at you when they told you how happy you could be to have someone like him in your life, had suggested that they were well aware of your fake dating. “If you weren’t so cute together, I would be so jealous, really,” they had added with a grin, darting a glance at Tartaglia who had been joking around with one of your other friends at this point. “He’s awesome, (Y/N). Don’t mess this up, okay?”

The words were still echoing in your mind. How could you mess it up if everything wasn’t even real? Of course you knew what they were trying to say but at some point, you would have no other choice than messing everything up because you either had to tell your friends toe truth or act like you and Tartaglia had broken up. You couldn’t force him to play along forever, after all.

Sooner or later, he would find someone and fall in love for real, and then you would have to let him go, no matter how awful it felt to imagine him being with someone else. The thought hurt – and at the same time, it made you absolutely furious.

You stopped in your tracks, confused by the sudden anger that welled up inside of you when you thought about Tartaglia’s hypothetical future partner. Just because he would start to date someone, you definitely weren’t going to lose him; he would still be your friend. The only thing that would change was the fact that he would no longer act like he was head over heels in love with you.

And that was the moment it finally hit you.

The problem wasn’t that you were afraid of losing your friend. The problem was that you didn’t want him to fall in love with someone else – you wanted him to love you, actually love you, not just pretending like he had done for the past couple of weeks.

It was absolutely crazy, you knew that. He had agreed to fool your friends with you for a while because he thought it sounded like fun but actually developing feelings for each other hadn’t been a part of the deal. It had been completely out of the question, even.

Heck, why did everything have to become so complicated all of a sudden? Why did you have to fall for him? Everything he did, every hug, every kiss… all of that was part of your charade. He didn’t do it because he had romantic feelings for you.

Right?

You couldn’t help but remember the scene from earlier when he had hugged you in front of the mirror, implying that he’d be jealous if someone else would start to admire you. There had been no one around to see; he didn’t have to talk to you like that – and still, he had done it. And he had hugged you in a way that still made your heart beat faster.

Damn it. You needed to talk to him.

You needed to talk to him right now.

You turned around and rushed back to the restaurant where you had parted ways maybe fifteen minutes ago. He wasn’t there anymore but you knew that he sometimes went for a walk near the docks because he liked to listen to the sound of the waves, so you decided to look for him there.

It wasn’t too hard to find him – and as he spotted you approaching him through the crowd, a soft smile flashed over his face. “Did you miss me already?” he asked in a teasing tone that usually would have caused you to roll your eyes. But right now, it just made you feel more insecure.

“I need to talk to you,” you said. Admittedly, it wasn’t the smoothest conversation starter but you were way too nervous to bother yourself with being particularly eloquent in that moment. “About us.”

He raised his eyebrows. “About us?”

“About the whole situation,” you explained. “The relationship thing we have going on. I – I don’t think I can do this anymore. It just… it just feels wrong to pretend like we are dating when we’re not. I don’t know why I came up with that idea in the first place, it’s so stupid and I’m sorry for dragging you into this and-“

“Whoa, slow down, (Y/N),” Tartaglia interrupted you and furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about? I told you many times that I don’t mind helping you. I know your friends, I realize that they can be quite annoying when it comes to… well, your love life. You’re not taking advantage of me if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

You buried your face in your hands for a few seconds and let out a frustrated groan. “That’s not the reason I want to end this, Tartaglia,” you said. “I want to end it because it just feels wrong. We don’t love each other – we shouldn’t pretend that we do. It’s… it’s just not right.”

“Who says I don’t love you?”

You had expected every answer from him but not something like this. With wide eyes, you stared at him, searching his face for a sign that he was joking, that he was trying to fluster you like he already did a million times but his expression was unusually serious. “What?”

“Who says I don’t love you?” he repeated patiently. “You said it’s not right to pretend that we love each other. But the truth is that I’m not pretending anymore. So, it’s not wrong, is it?”

You couldn’t reply. Your thoughts were racing as your brain tried to comprehend what he had just told you but you felt like you weren’t able to think straight at all. Not when all you could think about was that he loved you.

Tartaglia stepped closer, gently cupping your face with his hands. “I love you,” he said, the tone of his voice so earnest that it send a shiver down your spine. “And I think that you may love me too, so if that’s the case could you please say something? Or – I don’t know, blink twice, maybe?”

“Shut up,” you said, finally snapping out of your state of shock. “Shut up and kiss me.”

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chocochipsgirl · 3 years

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Being the youngest

Thanks so much to my new beta readers! I couldn’t have done this without them.

Sleepy bois inc x reader

notes: this is for a friend which I met not-so-long ago, but already like very much, if you’re reading this, remember; you are loved! (also, anon with the request of did!reader, I’m gonna make your request, just wait a little cause I gotta make some searching) LMAO, I PUBLISH THIS ON THE WRONG BLOG

request: yes, but from discord

summary: You are the youngest sibling from the SBI family, and you couldn’t be more happy about it.

wordcount: 1017

tw: swearing, shouthing (but only a bit)

A long time ago, philza and techno were starting one of those adventures, when they heard a cry.

A baby’s cry

Naturally, Philza, being the dad he is, goes straight to the baby and carries it in his arms.

“Philza, we can’t adopt another child”

Techno was sure of his opinion, until philza turned around, the small eyes of the child connected with his own.

When he saw how the tiny hand reached out to him, barely holding his finger, he knew he couldn’t leave you there

His heart melted

Philza smirked at his eldest son's reaction, but didn’t say anything.

He let Techno carry the baby while going home.

Once home, tommy is the first they encounter

“dad? why are you back so-”

he sees the baby

“oh”

He’s really happy

“I’m not the youngest! POG!”

And then, wilbur appears

“Dad? techno? I thought you were going on another mission?”

wilbur look at the baby, and was the least impress

“guess I have another sibling”

being philza’s child

He is a chill dad, you can’t convince me otherwise

he just… learnt how to live with the constant chaos

you’re the calmest of the family, which he is glad

seriously, this family is way too chaotic

though, if anyone got hurt his chill persona would drop in an instant

Also, you being the youngest means that sometimes he would treat you like a baby

He knows his children are growing, but he can’t let go yet

he will eventually, just not yet

he isn’t scared to tell his family how much he adores them, so expect lots of love whenever you’re feeling down

He’s a great dad

but the one time you went away to prove you’re capable of taking care of yourself, he… wasn’t so chill.

the only reason he couldn’t panic was because wilbur was already panicking over you

Being techno’s younger sibling

Remember when he first saw you?

the voices went crazy

He doesn’t usually likes children, but you were *his* exception

and tommy, but let’s not talk about it

He is adamant on you NOT going on adventures

but it’s not like you don’t know how to take care of yourself, he taught you how to fight and defend yourself “just in case”

So it becomes kind of a challenge at some point

You were going to prove him wrong

so you go into your own adventure, entering a forest till late at night

except… you got lost

oopsie

So, with a torch in hand, you began to look a way home

unfortunately for you, you met lots of monsters in the way

you’re running from zombies and spiders, doging skeleton’s arrows and trying your best to not make eye contact with any enderman

but you fail to see a creeper a side of you, which send you flying towards the top of a tree

you were hurt, cried a little from the pain, but you wouldn’t give up without a fight

so, you manage to make a wood sword and come down the tree, ready to attack

except

there are no monster anymore, and there are a lot of torches everywhere

“What THE FUCK did you think you were doing?!”

that took you by surprise, you jumped in fear and turn around

well crap

there he was, in all his glory, your eldest brother. Boy, he was mad.

“seriously, what the fuck were you thinking?! you got everyone worried-sick!”

you were not gonna cry, you were not gonna cry, you were not gonna cr-

you were crying

he was still mad, but seeing you cry softened his expression

“y/n, no, don’t cry-”

you aggressively try to dry your tears to no avail, he sighs and crouches down to your height

“look, I know I’m being overprotective, I know”

you look at him expectant

“but I… I only do it cause I love you, and I care about you”

you slowly stop crying while hugging him

“let’s… let’s go home, dad is gonna be glad you’re safe”

philza obviously grounds you, but next not-so-dangerous mission techno allows you to come along

eventually, you grow up enough to go on missions on your own

and techno couldn’t be more proud

Being wilbur’s younger sibling

out of all yours brothers, he is the sweetest one

he just cares so much

and he will not hesitate to show you love

when you were little, he would play songs for you to make you sleep

then, when you grow up a little, he will try teaching you play guitar

try

you two will sing along songs all the time

he is the most protective, and the second most jealous

When you went missing, philza had to calm him down to not go straight into the forest without something to defend you and himself

if you ever got hurt, he goes absolutely apeshit

and if someone hurt you?

That’s when his most sadistic side comes to light

Being tommy’s younger sibling

remember when I said you were the most calm?

i lied

tommy is the closest to you, given the small age gap

and he brings the most chaotic side of you

you guys are the power duo

and you also hang out with tubbo and ranboo

also, pranks all the time

especially on dream

he gets so pissed, but dream knows that if he lays a single finger on you he won’t live to tell it

tommy is indeed, the most jealous one

you’re HIS little sibling

he likes both ranboo and tubbo, but if they spend too much time with you he’ll complain that they’re being clingy

he is the clingy one

he fights with techno for not letting you go on missions to no avail

when you went away in your own mission, you alone, he couldn’t help but be worried

he knew you better, he knew you could stay alive until someone found you

but still

he cheered you up while you were grounded

he was the most hyped when they finally let you out on a mission

he just loves you too much

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krabmeat · 3 years

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- ⟒⋏⎅⟒⍀⋔⏃⋏ ⏃⋏⍜⋏

𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: philza, techno, Wilbur,(next few only mentioned)Mexican dream, schlatt, dream

𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: they/them

𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: fire, death, arson, betrayal mention, being used, reference to drugs, slight cursing

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: translation vvvvv

Can i be enderman anon? anyways now that's all out of the way. God reader getting revived unexpectedly by dream? it's like - a really badass antagonist god that gets pulled out of the underworld, calling dream their "saviour" (but in a more satirical way instead of genuinely seeing the masked man as their hero cause in the past they've most likely called everyone that helped them their mighty helper to the point where the title feels overused and undesirable). They roamed the lands of the smp, bringing terror and hellfire across the overworld, letting their kept in rage stroll free. They end up in the tundra, the burning flakes of ashes getting lost in the harsh piles of snow. They happened to have stumbled upon the cottages of two immortal gods that they may or may not have used to know. Wonder what'll happen? i would like to see your take in this.

- enderman anon

AHHH IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I DONT KNOW IF YOULL EVEN READ THIS STILL BUT TY FOR THE REQUEST IT ISNT THE BEST QUALITY IM SORRY :[[[

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You almost don't recognize the sensation of grass against your calloused and rough hands. You were in the void playing solitaire with Schlatt and Mexican Dream, and the next thing you knew you were suddenly pulled harshly by the back of your collar, falling on your spine. The looming mask of Dream is what stood above you, but he looked different. Longer hair, smelly, wearing a stained lime green jumpsuit with ‘0001' sewn into it and covered in cuts, scars and bruises. But before you could even question why Dream was suddenly there, he stepped back into the void, the void slowly surrounding and consuming him the further he went backwards. His now bony hand is still tightly gripped onto the back of your shirt, so while struggling your body is also enveloped in darkness. All it took was one blink and there you were on a patch of grass, staring at the pale blue sky.

"Huh."

Was all that came out of your mouth. You were still shocked at the turn of events that just happened, but no longer grounded. A running river nearby stunned your senses. How long had you been dead? It felt like years, but when you look around at the familiar forest you died in, not much had changed except for a couple newly planted saplings here and there. The swirling ashes you remembered before you died had all settled and compressed into the soil.

The river showed a strange reflection of yourself- your features have clearly sunken into your skull and there's a streak of white hair coming from your scalp along with words in fancy gold letters on your arm reading,

"May thy woes and hurt of the past no longer eradicate the upwards of this lost souls future. Allow thine to be praised by Ender themselves and be granted another chance at mortality."

Scrubbing or picking at your arm did nothing, so onwards you went walking along the forest to what you remember being a bustling "community".

Each mound of dirt you saw only brought memories of your death, of the place and people who sought to treat you like you were disposable. And now that you’re alive, you hate that they technically ended up being right. Your death; alone in a forest. Running away from the unexpected attacker, ashamed and too prideful to die in the prying eyes of your enemies. It fills you with rage, all the lives taken by your hands and for what? You weren’t overreacting, you knew that for sure. And before you knew it, you stole some fresh flint and steel from a random chest and got to work.

You had always wanted to touch the fires you set. The soothing feeling you got from watching wood burn to char and ashes satisfied you. And it made it all the more euphoric to know it was trees of your manipulator's land. Running across the land, with flames as far as you could see when you looked behind you. The heat swirled around your neck and went into your nose, but the feeling was muscle memory at that point. You were still riding your high when a voice reached out to you, luckily when you were finally calm.

"What- Y/n? Hold on, is that really you Y/n..?"

You spin on your heels to the familiar manipulative British voice of a person you haven't seen in a long time.

"Wilbur?! Man, I haven't seen another person's face other than those two addicts in a while- you look different."

His eyes much like yours are sunken deep into his skull, purple-pink bags under his eyes and dull skin. Wilburs shocked lips fade into an opened mouth smile when he walks up to you with his hands momentarily confused on what they should do. Eventually, his right hand settles on clasping your left shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze.

“Y/n it is so good to see you! You look quite different yourself, wouldn’t you think-? Oh, look! We’re matching!”

The grey streak in your hair seems to make another appearance when Wilbur briefly smacks it with his middle and pointer finger.

“Ay, it’s nice to see you too Wil, but back up for a second alright? I've got something to ask you by the way…”

Wilburs head peaks in interest, urging you to go on.

“I’m guessing that little streak in your hair wasn’t a fashion choice- and if it was it’s a bit strange- but how’d you get it? You died when you blew up L’manburg! I mean c'mon, people don’t just, well…REVIVE!”

He starts to walk. You aren’t quite sure where, but stumbling along with Wilbur while his arm is draped lazily atop your shoulders seems to suffice.

“Ahh Y/n, you’d be surprised. The most WONDERFUL thing happened, actually! Years and years in my hell of a train station; do you know who was at the subway door when it finally opened, Y/n? Dream!”

“Wh- Dream?!”

Appalled, you try to stop in your tracks but fail when wilburs arm is still pushing forward. His storytelling voice dies down to curiosity and excitement.

“Wait, did he save you too? He did, didn’t he? Oh, this is wonderful!”

Wilbur emits eagerism and you suddenly realize what you could do with his desperacy to be socially accepted. Putting on the most exaggerated and animated voice, you speak.

“Oh my god yeah! Gosh, that Dream guy is my hero! Thanks to him, I get to have another chance at living again, and isn’t that just…swell.”

In all honesty you didn’t really try hard to sound sincere but by the look of Wilbur, it seemed to work just fine.

“Right?! I’ve been meaning to visit him in the prison if you’d like to tag along with me the day I go? I’m sure he’d love to see you, since he revived you and all.”

Oh, you were sure Dream wanted to see you. He wants a boon- a trade. Why else would he revive two of the most historically significant people on the server if not to make some sort of deal with them? Sure, Wilbur is as gullible and carefree as ever but you at least still had scraps of mental stability and level-headedness that made you all the more a force to be reckoned with. Not to mention Wilbur doesn’t know that Dream killed you, but telling him that now would blow your act. You decide to keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Yeahh, sure! I’d love to go, just tell me when.”

And that’s the end of that conversation. The two of you walk to wherever Wilbur is going. It honestly surprised you how he couldn’t see through your apathy. From what you remembered, he was keen on being wise about people and their intentions but you guess years and years in hell do things to a person.

Somehow, you’re stuck in your mind for long enough that only now do you feel the sharp winter air making the hairs on your arms and legs stand straight up.

“Wait, snow?”

The tundra was a drastic contrast to the void you were once in with schlatt and Mexican Dream. Instead of black as far as you could see, it was a blinding powdery white.

‘Mexican Dream would’ve liked it here, probably would have tried to snort the snow like coke.’

You weren’t built for the snow, though. Hell- you didn’t even have a memory of anyone living in a tundra when you were alive! Why was Wilbur even in the tundra? You didn’t have the energy to ask, still feeling brittle and tired, back aching from laying on the dry dirt longer than expected earlier.

“Yeah, just figured I’d show you around! Plus I already need to grab a couple things from an ender chest and this was the closest by. I’m a very busy man, after all.”

But why were there so many footprints in the snow? As far as you knew, Wilbur was the only one who lived out in the tundra- and he didn’t seem like the active type at all. There were strange shapes as well, large hooved footprints. However, all thinking comes to a halt at the same time Wilbur does.

“We’re here! You might see some familiar faces cause I live with people.”

Well, that answers the footsteps as well as the tall red-caped piglin hybrid giving leftover bones and raw meat to a polar bear.

“TECHNO! TECHNO, HEY!”

He tenses up for a second, you could tell he wanted to be left alone but that didn’t really bother Wilbur. But you recognize him. The name and the apparel- that guy is Technoblade. The same Technoblade who stood by your side while the two of you blew L’manburg up for the last time, and now the Technoblade who resides in a cottage shrouded in snow.

“Technoblade?!”

Hearing your voice being carried by the crisp winter air, he turns around immediately to see you and Wilbur a few feet away. Techno stood there dumbfounded, but he didn’t know why. He wasn’t particularly joyed or ecstatic to see you, but he was at the very least happy to see an old ally back.

“Y/n? Oh my god, now we’ve got TWO of you? We don’t have room for another one, alright?”

For some it might be hard to see the meaning behind his words. Luckily you’ve talked to him enough to where you can tell he’s being playful.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just build directly on top of your house. Besides, who WOULDN'T want to be near me 24-7?”

“Me-“

“Oh f*ck off.”

You would’ve thought that that was Wilbur due to the similar accent, but there was something off. The slight gruffness and age, yet still succeeding in sounding mellow.

“Phil! How’s my favorite old bird doing?”

He gives you a face. Not a happy one like you expected, rather a face that says ‘really?’ Probably because of the old comment. The two of you briefly hug, Phil’s tattered wings stretching out slightly.

“I’m doing alright, are you okay? Here, would you like to come in? It’s pretty cold outside, you probably haven’t seen snow in a couple years.”

He wasn’t wrong after all. You were freezing your toes off and were itching for lemon tea. The kind Phil used to make when he, Technoblade and Dream discussed plans on destroying L’manburg. Ah, the good ol days…

“Of course! We’ve got a lot to talk about- you still have that old chess board?”

“Yes, but first you have some explaining to do about the fire over in that tree, Y/n. You just got back and you’re already burning down forests?!”

“Did someone say fire?”

Techno has an eager stride in his step once he also looks back to see the raging lights of orange and red in the nearby forest.

“Don’t worry Phil! It’s just- ahh, a controlled burn..?”

Your tone of voice is unsure when a black crow shoots down from the sky into the snow in front of you. It’s left wing is charred and has smoke dancing from the burn. Philza looks at you with a stern glare.

“Oh my f*cking god…that’s it! We’re all going inside now, you too Techno. I don’t want you and Y/n going on a rampage.”

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divinefireangel · 3 years

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Scream Princess

SF9 Jaeyoon x F! Reader Smut.

YES I USED THIS GIF ON PURPOSE 😈

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: Listen. I fucking hate frat boys okay 😂. So this was easy to write cause Jae is hot and I'll do anything for him 🥰 This is the longest fic I've written so far. And I'm proud. I hope you like it anon! I have to warn you, I didn't include the choking sadly 😔 slipped my mind. But I still hope it lives up to expectations 🥺.

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 18+ ages and female readers (nothing specified with respect to appearance, etc of reader). Fuck buddies/enemies to lovers. We live for that cute shit. Rough sex. Mentions of blowjobs. Fingering (f receiving). Jae calls reader 'princess', just incase I wasn't clear. And it's smut, so your typical smut warnings. Nothing overboard don't worry. But do let me know if I need to add something more. Not proof read. Excuse the errors.

Requested: Yes! By a lovely anon 🖤

frat! boy jaeyoon and you have a love hate relationship. you love him when he chokes u and calls u princess, hate him every other second. maybe he gets so jealous at a party seeing u play pong w someone else that he takes u upstairs to make u not hate him and to let everyone else youre his.

2.8k Words ;)

It was a simple arrangement. When either of you are horny, you fuck. And the rest of the time, you pretend he doesn't exist. Ugh how you hate fratboys. But Jaeyoon is hot. You gotta give him that. And he works out a lot which is very much seen on him and the way he tosses your around when you fuck.

Sex with him is just so fulfilling. He'll give you everything you want. The passion. The speed, always fast. The way his tongue always makes you so hot. Just thinking about it makes you wet. The way he stares at you with so much hateful fire that you mirror, when he's so deep in you. The bruises he leaves when he grips you so tight you can't escape from under him. The soreness you feel after every session of sexual entanglement is just delicious. You hate it.

But what you enjoy most is how he calls you 'princess' while fucking your guts out. The rest of the time, you can't tolerate his existence. It makes you wanna roll your eyes so hard they might get stuck. You hate his playboy manners, the way he always acts like he's so cool cause he's a part of the most popular fraternity on campus. You hate how he's so cocky and acts like every girl walking would just drop their panties if he told them to. You hate that he thinks he's better than everyone. You hate him, so much.

And so here you are, at one of his frat parties, as much as you didn't want to be here. Even after insisting that you're busy and don't want to go to the party, your friends and roommates didn't buy your excuses, stating that you need to get a boyfriend or at least get laid. Oh if only they knew. Standing in the corner of the lawn, a red solo cup with disgusting beer in your hand, you stare cringingly at the mess of hot bodies grinding against each other, desperate for god knows what. Yep. You are definitely not attending another such, event.

" Hey you busy? " A voice asked.

Looking to your right, then left you notice a cute guy, who was clearly looking at you. Blinking you look at him with a blank expression. What's he playing at, you wonder.

" Oh right sorry. I'm Youngbin. We're playing Beer Pong and we're a player short and you are standing here by yourself so I thought you could join us. If you want to, of course. No pressure. " He said flaying his hands around innocently.

Well you do have nothing to do right now, might as well follow the cute guy. Who knows, he may ask you out.

" Yeah sure! I'd love to. I'm Y/N, by the way. "

" Ah. Nice to meet you. Are you a freshman? "

" Sophmore actually. "

" Oh nice. I'm a senior. A few freshmen students are still underage, gotta be careful you know. "

" Oh yeah I get it. But you should know that they are at times wilder than us. " Giggling at your words, he leads you towards the table, finally reaching.

" Oh great you found someone. I'm Zuho. " Another cute guy said. Wow you were really gonna miss out if you'd stayed in your room.

" Y/N. " You said as you shook his hand.

" Okay so it's 3 versus 3. You guys start. " Zuho said to the collective mass, starting the game. Winning a few, and losing a lot of ping-pong balls, you were finally happy. A little tipsy, but still sober enough to do a math problem, you continued to play the game, now having more players on each team. Surprisingly, you were good at the game and not so surprisingly, you started to get close to Youngbin. Slight lingering touches on your arm, your waist and the tingle that went down your body when he moved you hair so you could focus on bouncing the ball. Maybe the ball wouldn't be the only thing that would be bouncing soon.

" YO YOUNGBIN! " A booming voice called. Oh no. You knew this voice. You knew it really well. Begrudgingly you turned to look at none other than Lee Jaeyoon. Of course the fucker is here. He's at every party, trying to hook up with random girls who all seem to be interested in him.

Staring at you intently as he hugged Youngbin, You wished the ground will open up and swallow you whole. Why was he here. You were having so much fun. Well who says you can't have fun with him right here, staring at you like you were a piece of candy. Yeah nope. Time to go home. Vibing with the music, you slowly start to step back as everyone at the pong table started to talk to Jaeyoon. After stepping far enough, you turn on your heel, ready to strint away. Feeling someone grab your wrist, you're turned around with so much force you crash into a hard chest, hands going to his shoulders to stabilize yourself. Looking to see who stopped you, you're met with a cocky smirk, adorning the face of, well you guessed it.

" Where are going? I thought you were having fun so I came to join you. And you decide to leave without telling me? I'm hurt princess. " He says, the smirk only getting bigger as your blood boils with rage. This fucker. If given a chance to wipe out someone's existence completely, you'd choose him.

" Yeah well. Since you're here, it won't be fun anymore. "

" Oh is that how it is? "

Nodding yes, you step away from him, crossing your arms as you try to look tall next to his broad, tree like, super climbable figure. Stop it. Don't think of him like that. Not now at least.

Running his tongue on the inside of him cheek, he looks down at you. He looks hot. And angry?

" Well princess, I'm hurt. Right here. " Pointing at his chest, he moves closer to you. Breath hitching, you stare at him wide eyed, as his face comes to your eye level.

" You seemed to have forgotten out arrangement princess. "

What is he talking about. Was he drunk? Sniffing, you check if he was drunk. He wasn't. Which is shocking. Grabbing your upper arms and pulling you near with his hands, his lips move to your ear.

" I'm not happy with the way you were getting so close to Youngbin. You shouldn't do that when you have me. "

" Excuse me. What. " You say, breaking free from his grip. Looking at him, your face screams, 'Are you crazy'. Well someone should.

" What the fuck do you mean ' you're not happy'. Last I checked, I'm a free independent woman, who is single, and would very much like a cute caring boyfriend AND who doesn't just wish to be someone's fuck-buddy. So if you may, I'd like to go ask out Youngbin. " Smiling bitterly, you try to make your way around Jaeyoon, only to be grabbed by the wrist and pulled back into Jaeyoon's muscular chest.

Glaring at you, he starts to walk towards his room, a path you aren't new to, as his grip on your wrist tightens, pulling you with him. Entering the room, he pushes you in, then locks it. Stumbling, you grab his chair so you don't fall. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

" What in the actual HELL is wrong with you! What the fuck dude. Why are you acting like this all of a sudden? Is it cause I was actually happy flirting with Youngbin? Last I checked, I don't belong to anyone. And especially not to you. So don't go around acting like you're my boyfriend because you aren't. And don't at all act like you care about me because the whole wide freakin world knows that you care about no one but yourself. So move, before I kick you so hard you'll have to go the hospital. " To say you were angry would be so wrong. You were furious. His existence infuriates you.

" I like you. "

" What? " Is he for real? Manipulation? Really?

" I'm not trying to manipulate you. I really do like you. And I wasn't happy seeing you get touchy with one of my friends. " Is he a mind reader or something? Probably. I mean he does know what you want when you just whine and writhe under him as he pleasures- Wait no! Stop.

" Why tell me now? " You ask calmly, well as calm as you could get without letting your guard down.

" Because... I don't know okay! I just, I just couldn't stand there as he got close to you. When it could've been.... Well could be me.... " He said slowly. You've never seen him so, vulnerable. He looks like a sad puppy.

" I'm sorry but, are you sure? " Chewing on your lower lip, you wait for him to reply. How can he like so suddenly. It's not natural right?

" I am. I really like you. And I want you to be my strong independent girlfriend. I want to take you out on a date. A real one. Many dates. Please just give me a chance. You won't regret it. " Taking your hand in his, he rubs his thumbs over your knuckles. Dramatically, you life your eyes up, only to find him looking at you with puppy eyes. Nodding your head slowly, you swallow. Breaking a grin on his face, he places your hands on his wide shoulders as he connects your lips for the first time this evening, his hands wandering from your waist to your hips.

" Oh baby. I'll make sure you never regret this decision. " And with that he places his hands on your ass, tapping it so you jump in his arms. Obliging, you connect your lips again, wanting to feel them melt against yours as you process what's happening. Placing your on the table, he removes yours and his jackets, throwing them on the floor somewhere. Moving close to your seated figure, his hands find themselves on your neck, tilting your face up to kiss you again and again till you're both out of air in your lungs. He slowly grinds his hips to your front, your knees going around his hips as your hands tug at his shirt.

Stepping back he removes his shoes and shirt, exposing his well toned chest and abs to you. Removing your footwear and freeing your hair, you beckon him to come to you as you bite your lip seductively. Smirking, he obeys you, coming as close to you as you want. Lips meet your neck, one hand to your hair, pulling it till your head tilts back exposing the flesh on your neck to him, his other hand wandering up under your top. Hunching it in your palms, you remove your top as he wastes no time to undo your bra, freeing your breasts to the cool air of the room.

Kissing down your body, his lips latch on to your left nipple, hand toying and twisting the other. Arching your body into his face, you grab his hair, pulling it like you always do. Releasing your nipple with a pop, he begins to undo his belt with one hand. Raising his free hand to your head, he advances in your direction till your chests meet, skin to skin, heat to heat, and lips meet once more.

Without breaking the kiss, he discards his pants, leaving him in boxers. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he lifts you up moving the two for you to his bed. Gently he puts you on the matress, hands finding the button of your jeans, undoing it and pulling them down your legs. Staring in your eyes he bites his lip, freeing it sexily he leans his face down to your neck, kissing, biting and marking you with little lovebites.

Rotating your head to the opposite side you gasp when you feel his fingers rub your folds over your panties. Lifting your upper body off the bed slightly your hands grab hold of his wrist that's on your needy mound. Keeping them there you begin to grind yourself on his fingers, releasing breathy moans of constricting pleasure.

" Fuck princess, you look so hot grinding yourself against me. Let me take care of that for you. " He whispers on your ear, chills travelling down your body reaching just where you need him. Letting go of his wrist, you grab onto his shoulders, pulling him down to kiss him again. Moaning in his mouth when he moves your panties to a side with his fingers, touching your wet pussy. Groaning at how wet you are, he easily slips in two fingers in your hole, pumping them slowly. Breaking the kiss you curse at the feeling of his thick digits moving along your entrance.

" Oh fuck. Yes- Please don't stop " You gasp when he touches your g-spot with his fingertips at the same time his thumb finds your clit. Increasing the pace of his fingers, he presses his nose on your cheek, breathing out ragged breaths as he grinds his dick to the matress at your moans. Roughly he rubs your clit pulling out as you cry in protest, feeling empty. Opening your eyes at the loss of warmth above you, you feel his hands pulling your panties down your legs, noticing his hard length, tip so red he would probably cum if your wrapped your mouth around him. Ripping open the condom, he rolls it on his cock, forcefully making your lay on your back as he enters you whole. Crying out at feeling so full with his dick deep in your pussy, you arch your back adjusting to his thick length. Slipping an arm below you when you do so, he licks your lower lip, biting it and pulling at it.

Drawing his hips back just a little, he slowly starts to ease himself in you, body rocking against yours, hair falling down on your forehead, hands grabbing your waist to keep you in place. Pressing your fingers into his back you chant his name, encouraging him to go further and faster. Being the mind reader he is, he pulls out almost whole, before ramming his cock in as fast as he can. Screaming out in pleasant surprise you hug him tighter, allowing him to go faster and faster till you lose your voice.

" Princess. You're so tight around me. Yes baby, scream my name " He growls in your ear deeply, the coil in your stomach getting tighter with each thrust, feeling full till your stomach every time his dick is balls deep. And feeling just as empty when he drags out. Your hole stretched out to accommodate his thick girth, making you think it might tear open. Jaeyoon is driving his cock in and out of you so rapidly you can feel you juices leaking out of your pussy, drawing you closer to your orgasm.

" Jae. I'm gonna- I'm close " You warn him, wanting to cum undone together.

" Yeah baby me too, fucking scream my name for me princess. Please I need you to. Scream princess! " Rubbing your clit, he freezes at sensation of your walls closing around his dick just as tightly as your legs close around his hips. Screaming his name out so loudly, your body jerks and squirms shamelessly as you cum on his cock, squeezing his till he's dumbfolded above you and helplessly cums in the condom.

Falling on top of you gently, he catches his breath, chest heaving heavily as you slowly unclench your legs and pussy, also catching your breath, enjoying your post orgasm euphoria. Whimpering when he pulls out, your body convulses around air, still not over your high. Blinking your eyes, you close them slowly, feeling tired out due to the mind blowing orgasm you just had.

Feeling a damp cloth on your sore folds, you open you eyes unwillingly, looking at your 'boyfriend' who's cleaning you up. And who has already worn sweats. Going back to the bathroom, he throws the towel in the laundry basket, returning to the room and handing you one of his shirts and clean boxers. Shyly you put on the clothes given to you.

" Oh don't go all shy on my now when you were just screaming my name a few minutes ago. " He says laughing. Blushing you wait till he comes to sit behind you, laptop in one hand.

" Wait what about the party? " You ask, wondering why he's switching on his laptop.

" Eh. It's just another party. And I have you here now. You're all the party I'll ever need. " Pulling you close by your waist, he makes you sit between his legs, covering your legs with his comforter. Throwing a pillow on top of the comforter, he places the laptop on it, playing a newly released movie. Nuzzling into your neck, he pulls you closer and wraps his arms around your frame as you both started your first binge session.

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