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Trust Me

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N) - established relationship

Summary: You and Loki have been dating for a year and a half and you moved into his apartment in the Tower last month when your apartment's lease was up. Since you've moved in, Loki has been coming home late more and more often. You fear he is cheating on you like your exes did, you finally break down and confront him. He admits has been keeping a secret from you but it's not what you expected.

Warning: Angst of course, being cheated on in previous relationships (briefly mentioned), fear of being cheated on again, lack of trust, arguing, negative thoughts, Loki being a little stupid

A/N: Ok... tiny spoiler but there is a super fluffy ending 💚 I know it's kinda long but I just didn't feel like making this a two-parter

You have just finished cooking dinner and begin to set the table when you catch a glimpse of the clock on the stove. You feel a growing sense of disappointment, Loki should be home already. Sitting alone at the table, you look at the food for a few minutes until your phone vibrates causing your heart to sink. Without even checking, you know what the text will say.

<Darling, I'm so sorry I need to finish something for Stark. I'll be home late, don't wait up.>

You frown and scroll back up to the previous messages in the chat. Loki had sent you similar texts twice and you've only lived with him for six days.

<Okay. I made you dinner, it'll be in the fridge. Love you>

He replies quickly.

You instantly lose your appetite and decide to put all of the food away. It is hard not to feel as if Loki is avoiding you. In the year and a half you've been dating, he only worked late a handful of times and it was never several days in a row.

What are the odds that his work load has suddenly increased now that I am living with him? you think as you fill with anxiety. No, Loki loves me, you try to reassure yourself. He would never lie to me, if he says he is working, he is working.

You get another text from Loki as you close the fridge.

You smile, your worries fading quickly as you text him back.

You change the channel again but you are barely watching the TV. You've had an unusually long and stressful day and you really need to cuddle with Loki but something tells you he is not coming home just yet. Almost as soon as you think it, your phone vibrates and you sigh.

<I'm sorry love, I'll be home late again. Don't wait up>

<K>

You text back the single letter, unsure if Loki can tell the subtle difference between 'okay' and 'k' but you just don't have the energy to fake being fine at the moment.

Two minutes later Loki responds.

You swipe the message away without replying, putting your phone in your pocket. You turn off the TV and decide you're done for the night, you can't bare the thought of eating alone for the third time this week. Without eating, you take a shower to try and wash off the day then crawl into the large, empty bed.

Once you are under the covers in the dark, your thoughts begin to race. Why does Loki never seem to want to come home to me? Does he really have that much work to do or is it an excuse? What if he is tired of being around me? We only just started living together but it feels like he is just trying to avoid spending time with me. What could he possibly be doing until midnight three or four nights a week?

No, not what... who is he doing, the little voice in the back of your mind pushes through. He's cheating on me, I've just been too blind to see it.

But Loki said he would never betray my trust like that, he promised, you counter but your negative thoughts quickly return. My previous boyfriends all seemed honest too, until they hurt me.

There are other signs I've been ignoring, you allow yourself to think. The calls, the texts, you wipe away your tears and cling to his pillow. You had gone into your bedroom two weeks ago and Loki was sitting on the bed, scrolling through your phone. He told you he was checking the weather app before you left for the park but the answer didn't feel right. You had nothing to hide and would often let him use your phone without question but you couldn't shake the feeling that he was looking for something. One thing you learned from your first boyfriend was that if someone started snooping around, it was because they were hiding something of their own.

Soon after that, Loki began getting texts that he didn't respond to or he would leave the room to answer a phone call. He always insisted it was Steve, Tony or Thor and that it had to do with work but you found it harder and harder to believe him.

He probably didn't even really want me to move in with him, your mind switches tracks suddenly. Sometimes I feel like the only reason he asked me to move in was because I had complained that my lease was running out and he was tired of hearing about it.

That's not true, you try to correct your thoughts. Of course Loki wants me here. You remember what he told you when he was helping you pack.

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Your memory of Loki is quickly pushed aside by your memory of crappy ex number two. You had moved in with him just after college when you both realized you couldn't afford to live in NYC on your own. You had only been together a few months before you signed the lease on a one bedroom and it was just two weeks later when he began working later and later. It turns out, what he really wanted was a roommate with benefits and to still see other woman.

"That's everything," you said, looking around your empty bedroom. You had a gnawing feeling, even then, that Loki would grow tired of you and cheat. You wondered if you were setting yourself up for another heartbreak and Loki seemed to sense your anxiousness.

He took your hand in his and kissed it lightly, making you smile. Then he said, "Darling, I know the timing seems convenient but I have been wanting to ask you to live with me for some time. I know you prefer to take things slowly but I would have asked you to move in with me a year ago if I thought you would have agreed."

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I can't keep denying this, you roll onto your back and look up at the ceiling, tears streaming down your cheeks. Loki is cheating on me. The only question is did this start after I moved in or has he been doing it the whole time?

A few hours later Loki walks into the apartment completely exhausted, all he can think about is crawling into bed with you. He hates how late his project is keeping him, he misses you tremendously and needs to feel you in his arms. Loki is overwhelmingly concerned by your response, or lack there of, to his texts tonight. You had never not told him you loved him and it made him nervous.

He pauses in the dark when he is just outside your bedroom and realized he can hear you crying. His heart aches at the sound and he turns on the light when he enters the room. You roll over away from him, clutching his pillow tightly.

"Y/N, are you okay?" he asks. You are silent, unable to answer his question. He crawls onto the bed next to you over the covers. You squeeze your eyes shut, hating how safe his actions make you feel, his chest flush to your back and his strong arms around you. "Darling, please tell me what's wrong," he urges gently.

"You're cheating on me," you state through your tears.

"No," he pulls back in surprise, "No, Y/N, you know I would never do that to you."

You shake your head, "You never come home."

"I'm sorry, I'm working on something-" he tries to explain but you cut him off.

"Who is she?" you ask sitting up. He moves to sit up and face you.

"Love please, I'm not-," he again tries to deny he is cheating but you don't let him speak.

"I know you aren't working this late, you never worked long hours before I moved in," you tell him as you wipe away your tears angrily. "Just tell me who she is unless... unless there's not just one other woman." Memories of your third ex-boyfriend flash through your mind, he had cheated on you with five women that you knew of but you were sure there had been others.

"There is no one else. I swear on everything in the nine realms I have been nothing but faithful to you," he promises quickly.

Your heart desperately wants to believe him. You love him so fiercely, more than you ever thought possible especially after you had been hurt so horribly in the past. Your mind, however, is convinced that you can't trust him and you shouldn't have let yourself fall for him. You know it will destroy you to leave him but you can't remain with him if the trust is gone.

"Look at me," he says, touching your cheek lightly. "I have never and would never cheat on you. I know you don't believe me right now and I understand you have been hurt in the past but I love you and I respect you too much to ever treat you the way those pathetic excuses for men ever did."

You sniffle and he says, "It's late, come with me tomorrow morning. I will show you what I have been working on. I will show you that you can trust me."

You nod in agreement although you are unsure how he can prove to you he has been faithful. He wipes your tears gently. "Don't," you whisper, pulling away from him when he moves to kiss your cheek.

"Would you prefer if I sleep in the living room tonight?" he asks. His chest hurts even as the words leave his mouth but he knows if he pushes too hard, you will retreat further away from him.

You nod again, unable to trust yourself to speak. You want to tell him to stay, to comfort you but how can he if he's the one who caused you this pain.

"Okay," he says quietly. He hates knowing he hurt through his actions. He tucks you back under the covers and runs his fingers through your hair slowly in the hopes that you will relax even the slightest bit.

"I'm so sorry I've made you feel this way, this was not what I wanted," he says softly. "I was planning something for you and I didn't have time to work on it during the day. I should have thought about how you would feel when I didn't come home but I need you to know that coming home to you has always been the best part of my day."

"I love you," he kisses the top of your head and you feel him get out of the bed. He turns off the light but waits a few seconds before leaving, hoping you will change your mind and allow him to stay with you. As soon as he closes the bedroom door you begin sobbing again.

Loki paces angrily back and forth in the living room. How could I have been so stupid, how could I have missed how upset you were? he thinks as he runs his fingers through his hair. He never intended to hurt you, he had become so distracted trying to make sure everything went perfectly to plan that he let the most important person in his life slip through his fingers. He sits heavily on the couch, wishing morning would come quickly.

He lays down after a few minutes, his hand over his eyes and remembers the day he first asked you on a date.

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"No, Loki, I'm sorry," you told him while you were sitting together in the park. You slowly removed your hand from his and shifted away on the bench.

A few days later, the two of you were cooking dinner in his apartment and you asked him if you could explain why you had told him no.

Loki was almost too shocked and hurt by your rejection to respond. You had been doing date-like activities for almost a month and he had finally decided to ask you out officially. After a long moment he said, "I understand. I'm sorry, I must have misread things between us. I thought..." he shook his head, his words dying off. "Friends then," he looked up at you and smiled.

"Of course," he answered, a part of him hoping there was still a chance, however small, that you would change your mind.

You sat with him at the dining table and said, "There are two types of people when it comes to trust. You're the first type, you trust with your whole heart unconditionally. Once someone breaks your trust, however, it is gone forever."

He nodded in agreement knowing he had trusted his father without question but once he found out the truth, it was gone and could never be restored.

You continue, "I'm the second type, I don't trust anyone when I first meet them. I can't help but assume everyone is lying or unfaithful or willing to hurt me until they prove otherwise. I wasn't always like this but all three of my previous boyfriends cheated on me so now I almost feel like I've lost the ability to trust anyone. It was why I have so few friends."

After another hour of telling Loki what they had done, he promised to find your exes and make them suffer for how they treated you. You laughed in response, telling him that they weren't worth him getting in trouble but you secretly loved how protective he was of you.

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You roll over again, unable to get comfortable without Loki next to you. You close your eyes tight and try to force yourself to sleep but it seems impossible. I don't understand why he would do this, you think. He had tried for so long to earn my trust and convince me to be with him. Why would he throw it all away?

Three months later you were sitting on Loki's couch together, the same one he is trying to sleep on now. His arm was around your shoulder and you were leaning comfortably against him. Your mind wandered since you had seen the movie before and after replaying the last few weeks in your mind you realized something.

From the day you told Loki no, he had been nothing but patient with you, being the friend you needed. You continued to go to museums, parks, movies, from the outside it appeared as if it were dating but Loki never pushed you. He would hold your hand as often as he could and you discovered he gave fantastic hugs but he never went in for a kiss or asked you out again although you could sometimes tell he wanted to.

"Loki, ask me again," you said out of seemingly nowhere.

"Ask you what darling?" he laughed as he paused the movie.

"Ask me on a date," you smiled nervously. "That is, if you still want to date me."

His eyes lit up and a smile spread across his lips. "Y/N, would you go on a date with me tomorrow?" he asked, holding your hand.

"Yes," you answered and he kissed your cheek causing you to blush. He promised you that he would never make you regret giving him this chance.

There is a light knock on the door and Loki opens it slowly. "Good morning darling," he forces a smile and you can tell by the redness in his eyes he slept probably as well as you did. "I know it is early, but I need you to come with me. I can't bear the thought of you thinking I've cheated on you for a moment longer."

He stops in front of the last door in the hall and he clears his throat. "It isn't finished yet," he says before he opens the door. "I was hoping to have it ready for your birthday next month."

You both get ready in silence and leave the apartment. He walks next to you and you can tell he wants to reach for your hand but you keep your arms crossed against your chest. You step into the elevator first and Loki pushes the button for one of the highest floors in the Tower. You have never been to that floor and are honestly not sure what is up there. When you arrive, he leads you down the empty hallway without a word.

"My birthday?" you ask confused.

He nods, "You were right, I have been lying to you and hiding something but I never meant to make you feel as if I was trying to hurt you. I was a fool for not realizing this was a horrible idea."

Loki opens the door and the lights turn on as you follow him inside. You freeze, your hand covering your mouth.

"It's almost an exact replica of the Great Hall in the palace," he says looking at the high ceiling. He looks back at you, "You told me you wanted to see Asgard and this is as close as I could get to making that happen for you."

"Loki-" you can barely speak as your eyes try to take in the room.

Your heart fills with love but also pain and guilt that you hadn't been able to trust Loki the way he deserved. You slowly move through the space and you are blown away by the tall marble columns, stained glass windows and gold accents all around you.

"The calls and texts were to your friends and family," he explains. "I needed to go through your phone for their numbers. When we were at Scott's party last year, you said you had never had a surprise party so..." he shrugs. "I tried."

"I'm so sorry," you tell him, putting your arms around him but he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry, I thought you would like it," he says utterly defeated.

"I do," you tell him earnestly. "Loki this is amazing, you are amazing. I can't believe you did all of this for me. I don't deserve this."

"You deserve the world Y/N," he tells you, his fingers wiping away the tears you didn't realize had fallen.

"I gave you plenty of reasons," he corrects you gently. "I can see how... sketchy my behavior was. I just wish you told me your fears sooner, before they consumed you so completely. I would never be able to forgive myself if you left me because I did something stupid. "

You hug Loki tighter, resting your cheek on his chest while he runs his fingers through your hair. "No I don't," you tell him. "I didn't even try to believe you. I compared you to all of my exes and I assumed you were just like them even though you have never given me a reason to mistrust you."

"A lot of magic, that's why it is taking so long. It is draining to build the type of illusion that can withstand being touched and will remain even when I am not here," he explains.

"This isn't stupid, this really is amazing. I love it," you look up at the painted ceiling again. "I love you."

He smiles, "I love you too."

"How did you even do all of this?" you ask, looking around again in awe.

"It's why your always tired when you do finally come home?" you ask.

"Yes," he tilts your chin up. "But you are worth it." He leans down and kisses you.

The night of your 'surprise' party Loki walks into your bedroom with a beautiful deep emerald green dress. He smiles at your reaction and says, "This is my first gift of the night for my queen."

You finish getting ready and meet him in the living room. He stands from the couch, his eyes fixed on you. "You truly are a goddess," he says as he walks over to you. He puts his hands on your waist and you put your arms over his shoulders.

You blush at the compliment and joke, "You look half decent I guess." He laughs, both of you knowing full well how much you love when he wears a suit. Tonight he chose his black suit with a green dress shirt to match you and black tie. He leans down to kiss you and you find it impossible to let him go but he eventually breaks the kiss.

"Loki, you've done too much already," you can barely contain how happy and loved he makes you feel.

"You can only be so late to your own party," he smirks and you agree. Taking his hand, you walk towards the door but he stops you. "Wait, I think you are missing something," he says as he conjures a long, thin velvet box. "A second gift for my love."

"You deserve every bit of it," he says as he opens the box to reveal a gold necklace with a small resin pendant. You notice a tiny flower in the center when he places it around your neck from behind. "It's a freesia, the flower. They are often thought of as a symbol of trust and I want you to have this, to know you can trust me completely as I trust you."

He puts his arms around you and pulls you close. "You didn't ruin anything, please stop apologizing. And for the record, according to every single person on the team, I am the annoying one in this relationship, not you."

You fight to hold back tears and say, "I'm sorry I almost ruined everything. I can't imagine how annoying I must have been, constantly reminding you that I didn't trust you and comparing you to my exes."

You laugh and look up at him, "That's just cause they don't like you as much as they like me."

He smiles, "At least you like me."

You shake your head no and giggle. "I love you," you tell him then you reach up and kiss him.

He strokes your cheek softly, "That is all that matters to me."

Loki smiles at you before opening the door and the lights turn on. Everyone yells surprise as you step into the space and there is no need for you to fake being completely amazed. Loki has added so much detail work, flowers, candles and even some balloons since you had last seen the room. The Avengers, your friends, your family and some of your closest coworkers are here, ready to celebrate you. You turn to thank Loki and he lets go of your hand.

You look down in shock, covering your mouth with one hand as he reaches for your other hand. He kneels on one knee in front of you, a small ring box in his hand.

"Y/N," he starts but he is unable to get another word out

He smirks, "At least I was able to keep this a surprise."

"Loki..." you can barely believe what is happening.

"Yes," you answer quickly.

He laughs, "Darling, I didn't ask yet."

"I don't care, yes," you tell him and he stands up, putting the ring on your finger. You don't even look at it but you know it is perfect. You throw your arms around Loki and he picks you up, kissing you fiercely.

"I love you," you tell him over the sound of everyone clapping in the background.

"I love you too," he says before kissing you again.

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₊ ⊹ pairing. christopher sturniolo x reader!

₊ ⊹ summary. you and chris have a phone call where you talk about how hard he fucked you the night before and Nate overhears it.

₊ ⊹ content. established couple, sexual relations, sex in the kitchen, on the table, marks on the skin, inappropriate language, obscene descriptions.

₊ ⊹ autor's note. my first language is not English. If you notice any errors you already know why. If you want to read more about the boys, I leave you the m.list here.

My hands grip the edge of the dining room table as I let out high-pitched moans in time with Chris's thrusts. We had arrived less than fifteen minutes ago and I was tempting him from the car while we were returning from recording a video. For some reason he was being rougher than normal and I loved it. I had the shorts and thong halfway up my thighs, he didn't even take the time to take off all my clothes.

I have to bite my lower lip hard, furrowing my eyebrows when he grabs me by the hair and begins to increase the speed of the thrusts. I felt him crash inside me making me shudder, with his free hand he squeezed my ass to moderate the attacks, that were still abrupt. He was never like that.

"God," I scream, closing my eyes and when I want to lean over the table, Chris stops me, pulling my hair back, pressing my back to his chest.

He begins to give shorter thrusts but entering completely, shaking my insides. He was fucking me so hard that he was slamming my hips against the edge of the table, making it hurt. But the pleasure was stronger so I didn't care. He lets my hair down and I rest my hands on the tables, while he puts his on my shoulders, beginning the rapid pace of his thrusts again, hitting just the right spot, making me scream his name repeatedly as I arch.

My body shook just thinking about it.

Chris gave me about three more thrusts and made me cum, causing me to collapse on the table as he continued moving, seeking his orgasm as well. I rest my cheek on the wood and bite my lower lip when it ends inside me, letting me feel it spill inside me before coming out. I try to regularize my breathing and I feel my legs trembling, my intimate area and my hips also hurt a little.

"Are you OK?" Chris asks a few minutes later, seeing that I didn't get up from the table, I let out a giggle and nod. "Sorry, I took it out on you because Nick and Matt have been bothering me a lot today." He explains, leaving a kiss on my shoulder as he walks away and gives me a light spank, "I'm going to take a bath."

I hope they bother him more then.

I sit up and adjust my shorts and underwear. My legs were still shaking a little. Chris had already gone upstairs to take a shower, in the distance the sound of the shower could be heard.

I go around the dining room table and walk towards the living room, to throw myself on the couch. I was very tired, I look at my cell phone for a few minutes and I fall asleep.

I get up crumpling the sheets in my hands and smile when I feel that little pain throughout my body. I look around, narrowing my eyes, and turn on the nightstand next to my bed. I frown when I see that Chris is not there. I look at the clock, it was super late, I had slept a lot. I get out of bed and go downstairs to see if Chris was anywhere in the house but nothing. Where could he have gone? It was very strange that he wasn't home at that time. He hadn't told me anything else. I grab my cell phone from the couch and go back upstairs while I dial Chris's number. The beep rings several times and then he finally answers me.

"Where are you?" I ask worried.

"At Nate's house."

¿Eh?

"And why didn't you say?" I go into the bathroom of our room and take off my clothes to go take a bath.

"You were sleeping, honey, I didn't want to bother you, you ended up very tired." I hear his laughter through the phone and I can't help but bite my lower lip as I smile.

"It's your fault" I look at the marks that the table had left on my hips. "you left me all marked, everything hurts."

Nate's voice is heard in the background saying "Bro, I didn't want to know," Chris laughs.

"Well, I'll be coming in a little while, will you wait for me?"

“If I fall asleep, fuck me anyway,” I say on purpose. Chris laughs again.

"How daring, I love you."

"Me more," I hang up.

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bros before hoes ✰ chapter 16: practice makes perfect

wc: 1.5k

The squeaking of your sneakers on the pristine wood floors harmonise with the music blasting from the speakers, wrapping around you in a protective bubble. Beads of sweat inch down your neck, your breath fogging up your glasses.

You pant heavily as you strike your ending pose, music fading away in the background. Giving yourself a moment of peace, you quickly drank your water before checking the practice video.

You frowned at the result, not completely pleased with how your solo performance looked. With a week left, you knew you could do better than what you were doing right now.

Even if everyone said the performance was fine, you know it could be better. There’s always room for improvement.

You start the music again, scurrying to your beginning position. The music begins, and you feel it take over you.

Your body moves as if it’s on autopilot, being stirred by muscle memory alone. But it isn’t. You’re controlling each and every expression, every muscle and limb. You observe your face on the mirror, focusing on the finer details as the song continues.

You look in the mirror once more as you finish the dance, slightly pleased with how some parts of the performance turned out this time.

There is an eerie silence as you try to catch your breath, the room empty, except for the the sounds of your haggard breathing. And clapping.

You shriek in fear as you turn towards the door. It was nearly 11pm, the company should be empty.

You were not expecting to see Sunghoon at the door, face slack with shock.

‘Sunghoon?? What the hell are you doing here?’ You yelped out, heart dropping to your feet in terror. ‘It’s so bloody late Hoon, you shouldn’t be here!’

‘If it’s so late, you shouldn’t be here either, no?’ He grins at you, cheeky smile covering his face. You roll your eyes in response, making your way to the couch in back. ‘To answer your question though, I'm here for my hoodie. I left it here when we were practicing earlier.’ He walks up to the couch, grabbing the hoodie hanging onto the armrest.

‘That’s yours? I was wondering whose it was when I came in…’ Your thoughts trailed off, exhaustion settling into your bones.

You close your eyes for a moment, taking in steady breaths. The couch dips beside you as Sunghoon sits, almost as if he was waiting for you.

Just as you were about to say something, your stomach grumbled, loud and clear in the crystalline silence of the night. Your eyes shoot open, hands tightly wrapped around your stomach.

A single beat of silence passes between you, as Sunghoon stared at you incredulously. He bursts out in laughter, howling at the expression on your face. Your head hits the back of the couch, groaning in embarrassment.

‘God, I’m so sorry for laughing… on a more serious note, when did you last eat Y/n?’ You can see Sunghoon’s fingers wiping tears out of the corners of his eyes, his face relaxing into a more sincere expression. You can’t help but admire how charming he looks, his sharp features pressed into a concerned face.

Shrugging at his question, you think back to when you last ate. ‘Maybe a couple hours ago? I don’t know, I think Channie hyung brought croissants for us at around 6…’ You try to recollect, only remembering the last group practice.

‘Y/n how long have you been practicing for…’ Guilt immediately washes over your face, knowing that you overdid yourself. Sunghoon notices how you deflate, immediately brushing his question off.

‘Never mind, I know you’ve probably been working your ass off. Let’s go get some ramen.’ He swiftly gets up, waiting for you to do the same.

‘Sunghoon you don’t have to, it’s super late…’ You bite your lip in guilt, slowly making your way towards him. He shakes his head, soft brown hair bouncing with each movement.

‘Okay but I want to, yeah? So just come on.’ He smiles at you, and you can’t help but insanity give in, his puppy eyes making your heart melt.

You quickly gather your things and join him at the elevator.

Sunghoon begins to tell you about his day, going off about something Riki did earlier. You can’t help but zone out completely, enamoured by the way he looked.

The moonlight bounces off his hair, illuminating it with a gentle glow. His face distorts into animated expressions, eyes widening and narrowing, eyebrows following through. You want to cup his face, brush your thumbs along his eyebrows, maybe even kiss him. A dopey smile covers your face as you absentmindedly listen to him, nodding along to whatever he says.

‘Whatever, we’re here anyways!’ Sunghoon opens the door for you, guiding you in with his hand on your back. You smile up at him in thanks.

Before you could say anything, Sunghoon is steering you towards one of the seats. ‘Just sit here and rest, I’ll get everything.’ You barely process his words before he’s taking off, tall figure disappearing amongst the aisles.

He’s back before you know it, tray in hand. He hands you the food before sitting beside you. ‘Thank you for this, Sunghoon.’

He smiles at you, digging into his own food. You join him happily, hunger gnawing away at your stomach. You eat in silence, practically inhaling the food.

Finishing up quietly, you reach out for your wallet. ‘Don’t even think about paying me back.’ Sunghoon raises a finger in warning.

‘How did you even know I was going to pay you back, huh? What if I wanted to buy something for myself?’ You pouted. You didn’t even know how he saw you. He raised his eyebrow at you, eyes burning a hole into your head. You roll your eyes in defeat, huffing to yourself.

‘I was being serious though, let me at least buy you something.’ You give him a pointed look.

‘Okay, but you can only pay me back with one item-’ Sunghoon starts, only to be interrupted by you.

‘Your favourite coffee jelly? Tiramisu flavoured, right?’ You asked, leaping out of the chair. Sunghoon’s mouth forms a perfect ‘o’, shock covering his features. ‘How’d you know?’

‘I have my secrets.’ You rushed towards the candy aisle, looking for said jelly. Sunghoon didn’t need to know that you stalked his fan pages regularly, consuming every media that included his presence, even if it was for just a second.

You found the jelly towards the top of the shelf, hidden behind a couple of items. You frowned at the height, trying you best to stretch your hand as much as you could. You even tried jumping and grabbing, only to fail miserably.

You’re on your tiptoes now, one hand on the shelf for grip, and the other outstretched. You’re about to give up and just climb the shelves when you hear Sunghoon’s voice.

‘What the hell are you trying to do? You’re going to break something!’ He walks up behind you, stretching over you to get the packet of jelly. In one swift motion, he grabs a packet and moves away.

‘There you go.’ He hands you the packet, mockingly patting your head. You swatted his hand away, sticking your tongue out at him. ‘This isn’t enough, get one more packet!’ You whined.

‘One’s enough!’ Sunghoon retorts. ‘Okay but I’m the one buying it for you? Get one more packet.’ You demand, poking his shoulder.

‘I’m the one your buying it for! I don’t need two packets!’ Folding his arms, Sunghoon refuses.

‘Okay then, don’t complain about Riki eating all your jellies then.’ You feel your back against the shelves, Sunghoon snatching another packet before coming down to face you.

‘I’d rather die than have Riki eat all my jellies again.’ Sunghoon whispers in the most ominous voice. You burst out laughing, shaking your head at his antics.

‘C’mon, let’s go.’ Your fingers wrap around his wrist, dragging him along to the cash register.

Sunghoon’s wrist burns at the contact, entire face turning a deep shade of crimson. He misses your touch when you let go to pay.

‘Okay, let’s go!’ Sunghoon claps his hands. ‘Hoon, I can walk back to the dorms on my own!’ You stop him before he moves any further.

‘Are you out of your mind? I am NOT letting you go alone. Now stop being stupid.’ He links his arm with yours, forcing you to walk beside him.

The walk back to the dorms is relatively quiet, Sunghoon humming the occasional tune. You reach the dorms in no time.

You hesitantly detach your arm from his, instantly missing his warmth. ‘This is it then…’

‘Mhm, get inside safely! Try not to wake anyone up, yeah?’ Sunghoon teases you, ruffling your hair. ‘Goodnight Ynnie, sleep well!’ He hugs you quickly, chest pressed flush against his for a quick moment.

All the air in your lungs stills, mind reeling at the contact. ‘Thanks for the jelly!’ Sunghoon’s walking backwards now, waving goodbye.

Your hand feel like jelly as you attempt to wave back to him. ‘Bye…’ Whispering more to yourself than him.

You slightly lean against the gate, the cool metal against your cheek forcing you back to reality.

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synopsis > with the help of fukutomi tsuki, park y/n finally gains the courage to face their long time crush, the one and only, park sunghoon. park sunghoon thinks it's love at first sight when he sees her. paired up as the new mcs of music bank, shenanigans ensue when y/n learns about sunghoon's crush...

note: back on that ynhoon grind how we feeling ! anyways, pleek vote sujung on mnet+ i beg

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Arranged Marriange

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I looked everywhere in the airport to see if my parents had arrived to pick me up but no sign of them. I just took out my phone and texted them again but they still didn't answer my text. I just sat nearby, when I finally saw a familiar figure and I immediately stood up from the bench and took my bags with me as I ran to the figure.

“Dad?” I said as I tapped the man's shoulder, as soon as I tapped him he immediately turned around and I didn't even expect to see… sunghoon. I almost backed away as soon as I saw him, “Y/n!” He said as he walked over to me “What are you doing here?” I said as I still kept backing away. “I immediately knew that you were leaving and I know exactly where you are going” He said as his voice was relieved and happy to see me.

I just looked away from him as I walked away to leave from sight. “Wait!” Sunghoon grabbed my wrist, not that super hard, “What?” I said as I turned around to face him. “Aren't you happy to see me?” He asked, I only stayed silent not wanting to answer him.

“You're not happy to see me…?” He said as his voice immediately became sad, “I thought you would be happy to see me…” sung hoon looked down as he finally let go of my wrist.

I just sighed and looked around, that's when I saw my dad walking towards us “Shit…” I said in a mumble, as I took my luggages and went straight to my dad, “Let's just go” I said as I walked past him while my dad just stood there confused “Why is Sunghoon here? Did you invite him to go with you?” He said as I can tell by his look that he was very confused by the situation right now.

“No I did not invite him to go with me and let's just go dad” I said in a frustration almost feeling that I'm going to explode from the anger I felt in my body, “You see, I still love your daughter and I can't just leave her..” Sunghoon said looking innocent as if I felt that I was the one who's the bad in my dad's eyes right now.

“Dad, if you're not going to leave then I'll just book a taxi right now.” I said as I looked at my dad and he just sighed, he walked towards me and grabbed my luggages as he went to go to the car to put my luggages, while I was still there inside the airport standing looking at sunghoon.

I walked towards him as I took out some money from my wallet, “Just leave already sunghoon, you're wasting your time here you know? Whatever you do I'll never go back to you” I said as I handed him about 20k and just walked away to go to the car.

While walking to go to the car, I suddenly felt a grip on my wrist again, I turned around and it was obviously sunghoon looking at me with a serious look not like what he looked at me earlier, “What? Was the 20k not that enough for you? You want me to add more money?” I said as I took out my wallet but he just shoved it to my chest “Keep your money y/n.” He said.

“Then what do you want?” I said “I'm not going back to the USA, I want to stay with you here in Canada…” Sunghoon then took my wrist as he handed back the money that I gave him earlier and just walked past me as he was going straight to our car. “Hey! You can't do this!” said as I tried to stop but it was already too late for me to stop him since he already got in the car, he sat in the passenger seat where I was the one who should be sitting.

“Go back to the USA already sunghoon! I don't love you anymore! You love wonyoung and i don't have a choice but to leave you both alone for the better good!” I almost cried and sunghoon immediately out of the passenger seat as he hugged me right away and kissed me passionately on the head.

“I'll leave you both for a while..” my dad said as he walked away from us to give us some time to talk about our relationship, after a while i felt sunghoon’s body disappearing in my touch and looked up to take a look at him, he mouthed something in his mouth saying ‘i'm so sorry’ which made me more sad and all i could do was just sat on my knees crying like a mess.

Soon enough i felt sunghoon’s touch as he hugged me tightly and all i could do was just cry on his chest and let out all the pain that’s what inside me right now.

Soon enough it was about 30 minutes when me and sunghoon stayed like this in a most public place when i felt a tap on my shoulder and seeing my dad, “i'll let sunghoon drive you to your house, i'll let mom know about this so she wouldn't have to worry where you are gonna stay for the whole month.” he said as i just nodded my head before sunghoon slowly stood up and grabbed my wrist as he led me to his car to go to my house.

The whole ride was silent and awkward. All I could do was just look away from him and look outside the window as my hands are on my lap, it really feels awkward since earlier that just happened. When he suddenly spoke, his cold voice sent down my spine “Are you feeling okay now?” He asked not to leave his sight on the road. No, I'm not okay. I said my thoughts. I just wish I could say no to him but I just hummed as answered him.

I could see him just nodding, I wish my father just didn’t let me come with him “Wanna eat dinner at a restaurant tonight? Or I'll just cook us some dinner?” He then asked me again “Let’s just have dinner at home. I don’t feel like eating out tonight” I said as I crossed my arms.

After a while we finally reached home as I immediately got out of the car and went to the trunk and got my luggage as I went inside of the house leaving him outside. I soon then placed my luggage on the side of the stairs before going up to my bedroom and putting my stuff away.

SYNOPSIS: Living a life like a freedom has already taken away from you, when your parents thinks it's better for you to have a family already at the age of 25, and arrange you with a famous model named sunghoon, but your parents don't know that he have a girlfriend already, and and it's the big problem you have in your marriage.

PAIRING: model!sunghoon x influencer!-fem!reader

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A NOTE: Hi guys, guess back from the dead? I had some lack of motivation to update this smau and I'm very sorry for those who've been waiting for this chapter to come 😭 i literally took a break for this story for like about 4 months which means that I have not been updating to smau for 134 days but I'll still try to update the story even I'm that lazy.

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I am here with a Danny Ric request!!!!

Here's what I think... Arranged marriage, McLaren! Driver!reader, she wins... He's on podium, but despite their marriage not being "real" She first celebrates with him.... Super fluffy and cutesy... Maybe a fight in the start like they had a fight but she still celebrates w him, yk? Also I need him on podium, make his glory days come back

“Let me prove it to you” — Daniel Ricciardo x reader

Word count 3k

Angst hurt comfort Smut

Warnings — allusions of smut at the end

@danielshouseofwhores

“Would you just drop it Daniel” you groaned, zipping up your race suit.

“No, we need to talk about this” Daniel says grabbing your arm to stop you from walking away.

He turned you to face him, his hand still on your arm. “We can’t just pretend this isn’t happening” he says, his voice strained.

You avoid his gaze and look down, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.

His hand moves to your chin slowly tilting it up to meet his gaze. “Please, look at me” he says softly. Your eyes slowly move up to meet his, your heart skipping a beat as his hand moves from your chin to your cheek. He runs his thumb over your cheek gently. “We need to talk about this” he repeats softly.

“There’s nothing to talk about” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart racing as you stare into his eyes.He can see through your facade, he knows what you’re trying to do and he knows you’re scared.

“Don’t shut me out” he says, his voice pleading. His eyes search for any sign of emotion from you but you keep your expression neutral. He sighs in frustration as he realizes he’s getting nowhere with you. He’s silent for a moment, his hand still on your cheek, his thumb still rubbing against your skin.

Then, he speaks up again. “Why can’t you just be honest with me?” he asks, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and hurt. You can feel the pain in his voice and it kills you. You wish you could tell him everything, you wish you could pour your heart out to him and tell him how much you really care about him.

But you can’t.

“Because it doesn’t matter” you reply, your voice cold and emotionless. His shoulders slump at your words. “Doesn’t matter?” he mutters, his voice tinged with disbelief. “How can you say that?” He pauses for a moment, struggling to find the words. “You think this doesn’t matter?” he repeats, gesturing between the two of you. “Yes Daniel that’s exactly what I think because this isn’t real” you replied.

His hand drops from your cheek and he takes a step back, hurt etched across his face.

“Not real?” he repeats slowly, his voice pained. “Is that really what you think this is?” The look of hurt on his face cuts through you like a knife but you push onward. “Yes, that’s exactly what it is” you answer coldly. “It’s fake, it always was.” Daniel’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his jaw tightening. He looks at you for a moment, searching for any sign that you don’t really mean what you’re saying, but all he sees is a cold, emotionless expression on your face.

“So that’s it then?” he asks bitterly. “We’re just pretending, huh?”

“Yes because it’s not real it’s PR Daniel you know that.” You said.

He lets out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “PR, huh?” he repeats, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is that all this is to you?” He steps closer to you again, his eyes locked on yours. “Do you have any idea how much that hurts? To hear you say that we’re just a PR stunt?”

His voice wavers, his usual confident demeanor faltering for a moment as he struggles to keep his emotions in check. “I thought we were more than that, I thought maybe...” he trails off, the unsaid words hanging heavily between you.

“I’m sorry but we have to go, the race will start soon and we can’t be late” you mumbled quietly, turning away from him.

He watches as you turn away from him, your words stinging.

He stands there for a moment, his hands clenched into fists, trying to reign in his emotions.

“Yeah, of course,” he mutters through gritted teeth. “Can’t be late to play the perfect couple, can we?” He gives you a bitter smile before walking away, the hurt and disappointment written all over his face.

You watch him go, your heart heavy with guilt and regret. You know you’re hurting him, but you tell yourself it’s for the best. It’s just PR, nothing more.

—-/—-

The race is finished. Daniel is on the top of the podium, champagne in hand as he sprays it around him.

You stand beside him, a smile plastered on your face as the cameras flash around you.

It’s the same routine after every race. You stand beside Daniel, the perfect couple, putting on a show for the cameras. You watch as Daniel grins widely, celebrating his win with the crowd. He looks so happy and relieved.

You can tell how much this win means to him. He’d been struggling with the new car all season and this is the first race he’s won.

For a moment, you forget about the tension between you two, lost in the joy of this moment. The podium celebration finishes and Daniel jumps down, surrounded by press immediately.

You hang back, watching as he poses for pictures and answered questions.

As the crowd thins, he makes his way over to you. His body language is less cheerful now, his shoulders slumped slightly. He gives you a small smile before speaking, his voice soft. “Good race” he says, his eyes studying your face. “Yeah, good race” you reply, forcing a smile.

A silence falls between the two of you, the weight of your earlier conversation lingering in the air. He looks down, his hand running through his hair. “Can we talk later?” he asks, his voice hopeful. “Afterwards, in my hotel room?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. The two of you walk side by side towards the press conference, your thoughts swirling in your head.

You know how happy this win makes Daniel, but you also know that you’re hurting him. It’s all so confusing. You settle into your seat at the press conference, sitting beside Daniel as the questions start rolling in.

Daniel talks animatedly about the race, his excitement and happiness clear in his voice. Everyone’s eyes are on him, hanging onto every word he says.

But your eyes are on him too, taking in his features, the way his eyes light up when he talks about the race, the way his hair falls in his face. He glances at you occasionally, trying to gauge your reactions to his answers. He’s looking for any sign of emotion from you, but all he sees is the same neutral expression on your face.

The press conference goes on for what feels like an eternity. Finally, it’s over and you and Daniel make your way back to the trailer, your bodies stiff with tension. The walk back is silent, the tension between you two so thick it’s almost palpable.

You both enter the trailer, closing the door behind you.

Daniel paces back and forth, his hands running through his hair. His mind is racing and he can’t sit still. He stops suddenly, turning to face you. “Why can’t you just talk to me?” he says, his voice low and strained. “Why can’t you just be honest with me?”

You can see the hurt and frustration in his eyes, the raw emotion behind his words.

You know you’ve been acting cold and indifferent towards him, but you can’t bring yourself to tell him the truth. It’s too messy and complicated.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself.

“Because I’m scared”

Daniel stops in his tracks, his frustration replaced by confusion. “Scared?” he repeats, tilting his head slightly. “Scared of what?”

You take a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain. “I’m scared of what will happen if I’m honest with you” you reply, your voice quieter than you intended.

He steps closer to you, his eyes searching your face. “I don’t understand, what are you scared of?” he asks, his voice softer now.

“My real feelings”

Daniel’s eyes widen slightly at your words, the implication of meaning behind them not lost on him. He takes another step closer, closing the distance between you. “What are your real feelings?” he asks quietly.

“I love you”

For a moment, time seems to stand still as your words hang in the air.

Daniel stares at you, his eyes wide and his breath caught in his throat. He had suspected you had feelings for him, but hearing those words come out of your mouth was different.

He closes the remaining distance between you, lifting his hand to touch your face gently. “Say it again” he murmurs. You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. “I love you” you repeat softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Daniel’s thumb brushes against your cheek, his eyes searching your face for any sign of deception. “You really mean that?” he asks, his voice low and strained.

You nod, your eyes locked with his. “Yes, I do” you reply, your voice trembling slightly. This confession is hard for you, opening yourself up to hurt and rejection.

Daniel’s hand moves from your face, trailing down to your waist. He pulls you closer, your bodies millimeters apart.

His other hand moves to your hip, both his hands gripping you tightly. His fingers dig into your skin, as if he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go.

His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you push me away then? Why did you act so cold and distant?”

You swallow hard, the guilt of your actions crashing down on you. “I was scared,” you reply quietly. “I was scared to let you in, scared to get hurt.”

Daniel lets out a deep breath, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. “You’ve been hurting me for months now” he whispers. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to see you act so cold towards me? To act like I meant nothing to you?”

You close your eyes at his words, the weight of your actions hitting you hard. “I’m sorry” you murmur, remorse seeping into your voice. “I was trying to protect myself, but I ended up hurting you instead.”

He pulls back slightly, his hand moving up to tilt your chin so you’re looking at him. “Don’t you know I would never hurt you?” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why didn’t you trust me enough to tell me?”

Tears start to well up in your eyes as you look at him. “I don’t know, I was a mess” you reply, your voice wavering. “I didn’t think you would feel the same way. I thought you were just playing a role to please the press and keep our managers happy.”

Daniel shakes his head slightly, a sad smile on his face. “You really thought I didn’t care about you?” he asks quietly. “You thought I was just going along with this whole marriage thing without any feelings?”

He takes a deep breath before continuing. “I’ve been in love with you since the minute I met you. This whole marriage thing was just the icing on the cake for me, a chance to be with you in the open.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you absorb his words. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you let me push you away?” He lets out a bitter laugh, his thumb running across your cheek. “I tried” he replies. “But you were so determined to shut me out, to keep me at arm’s length. No matter what I did, you kept pushing me away.”

“I tried to show you how I felt” he continues, his voice getting louder as his frustration boils over. “I tried to win your heart, but you kept shutting me down. Every time I thought I was getting closer to you, you’d put up that damn wall again.”

“So please? Let me show you how much I love you” Daniel says begging.

You can see the vulnerability in his eyes, the desperation in his voice. You know how much he’s been hurting, how much your actions have affected him. You nod, a lump forming in your throat. “Okay” you whisper quietly, your voice barely above a breath. His eyes light up at your words, a mixture of relief and hope washing over his features. he lets out a shaky breath, his hands still gripping your hips tightly. “You mean it?” he asks, his voice hopeful.

You nod again, unable to find your voice. You watch as a small, tentative smile spreads across his face. He lifts a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and reverent. He takes a step closer, his body pressing against yours. His fingers trail down your jawline, tracing a path down your neck. He leans in, his lips hovering just millimeters from yours.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. Your heart stutters in your chest as you look up at him, your eyes meeting him. “Yes” you whisper back, your voice barely audible.

He doesn’t hesitate, his lips crashing down on yours hungrily. His hand moves to the back of your head, holding you in place as he kisses you deeply.

His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The kiss is hungry and possessive, years worth of pent up emotions finally unleashed. His tongue slides into your mouth, mapping out every inch of you. You grip his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin as you kiss him back, your own desire and need matching his.

He backs you up against the wall, pinning you between it and his body. He kisses down your jawline, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of fire behind. Your head falls back as his lips reach a sensitive spot on your neck, a soft moan escaping your mouth.

He grins against your skin, his lips still pressed against your neck. “I’ve wanted to kiss you like this for so long” he mutters, his voice husky and strained.

His hands roam over your body, his touch igniting every nerve ending in your skin. He runs his fingers up your sides, his touch feather light but possessive.

His lips find their way back to yours, his kisses becoming more urgent. He lifts you up, his hands gripping your thighs as he pins you back against the wall. your legs wrap around his waist, your bodies pressed together tight. He groans as he feels your legs wrap around him, his hips pressing against yours. “God, you have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to do this” he breathes out, his mouth against your ear.

His lips find a sensitive spot on your neck and he sucks on it lightly, his teeth grazing against your skin. your grip tightens on his shoulders as you arch your back, a gasp escaping your mouth. He continues to kiss and nibble at your neck, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of marks on your skin. You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging on it slightly as you try to pull him impossibly closer.

He lets out a low moan as you tug on his hair, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He turns his attention to your collarbone, his lips and tongue working their way down your skin.

“Daniel,” you said breathlessly.

He lifts his head from your collarbone, his eyes meeting yours. “Yeah?” he replies, his voice equally breathless.

“I need you” you whisper, your voice trembling with need.

He looks at you, his eyes dark with desire. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to hear you say that” he replies, his hands tightening their grip on your thighs.

He pulls you away from the wall, his lips finding yours again as he walks you towards the bed. His hands move under your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he lays you down on the bed. He follows you down, his body covering yours as he settles between your legs. He kisses you hungrily, his lips devouring yours as his hands roam your body.

Your hands clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer as you arch your back involuntarily. He breaks the kiss, his lips moving down to your neck again as he pushes your shirt up, his hands exploring the newly exposed skin. He trails kisses down your chest, his lips and tongue mapping out every inch of your skin. His fingers slip under the waistband of your pants, his touch sending electricity coursing through your veins.

His lips find their way back to your neck, his teeth sinking into a sensitive spot as his hands push your pants down. you arch your back again, a low moan escaping your mouth as his body presses against yours. He nibbles at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. “Tell me you’re mine” he whispers, his voice strained with desire. “I need to hear you say it.” “I’m yours” you gasp out, your voice trembling with need. His breath catches in his throat as you say those words, a low noise of pleasure escaping his mouth.

“Say it again” he demands, his eyes meeting yours. “I want to hear you say it again.”

Your heart stutters in your chest as you look at him. “I’m yours, Daniel” you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. He lets out a low growl, his body pressing against yours tighter. “God, you have no idea what hearing you say that does to me” he murmurs, his lips finding yours again in a hungry kiss.

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