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☆ WHEN YOU HAVE SEX WITH YOUR PROFESSOR — NANAMI, TOJI, GETO, GOJO.

summary: you have sex with your professor. for many different reasons.

wc: 4.2k (each of these were meant to be 500 words long so idk what happened)

cw: smutty smut afab!reader who's in university, mutual masturbation, spanking, semi public sex, toji is not a professor but a gym coach who rails you in a supply closet, but theres a lot of sex on a lot of desks so mdni.

an: theres actually a smidge of plot in this just a tiny bit if you do a deep squint, but the smut id personally say is my best yet. so give it a chance people, but come for the smut stay for the dialogue. hope you enjoy! not proofread ignore mistakes pls

☆ NANAMI

nanami kento, was the strictest teacher you have ever had. you couldn’t get away with your usual tricks that you did with some of your other professors — strutting past their office during office hours in your skimpiest clothes to get a better grade. it was as if nanami was immune to all your devices.

but with a big exam coming up, you knew you had to make something happen since studying was not your forte. so you were prepared to do anything to get that A.

“come in," his deep voice calls from inside.

as you enter his office, you are met with the sight of your professor, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, reviewing a stack of papers. he glances up at you briefly before returning his attention to his work.

"what can I help you with?" he ask, his tone professional.

“i wanted to see if we could talk about the exam you set for us tomorrow,” you start to say, his eyes still focused on his papers, not sparing you a glance. “i was thinking we could figure out a way for me to get extra credit… sir.”

you had his attention now. technically you’ve always had his attention — yes nanami was different to all the other professors you’ve ever had but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t a man at the end of the day.

he always noticed the way you’d sit in his classroom, your pouty mouth always gnawing at your pencil as you never had a clue what was going on. nanami always had to hide his dick feeling tight in his trousers whenever you walk into his classroom. little did you know that you actually would’ve failed his class a long time ago, but because he just couldn’t let go of the sight of how your pretty tits bounce everytime you raise your hand, he always made you pass.

“well what are you willing to do for that extra credit?” he says, his tone slightly amused.

“whatever you want” you respond a bit too eagerly, you were coming onto him hard. but it was working, you could already see the crack in his usual stoic facade. “c’mon professor nanami, i need to pass this class,” you practically beg.

“oh yeah, you definitely need to pass this exam, you’re one more failed exam to flunking my whole class,” he affirms — lying through his teeth. “so i think you should come sit up here, and show me what you’re willing to do huh.”

suddenly, you start to feel nervous. usually you’d have control of the situation, you’d flaunt your ass, fuck your teacher and get an A, easily. but this time, you could see in nanami’s eyes that from when you entered his office — that he was running the show.

you saunter over his desk, and he pushes his seat back allowing you to have room to perch on his desk in front of him. “take off your shirt,” he commands, and you’re quick to fling off your top — that was barely covering anything anyways, “wow no bra, why am i not surprised.” he stares at your hardened nipples smirking as he continues to say, “you know i see your nipples peeking at me through your shit all the time in class.”

“really?” you question coyly.

“you don’t think i see how you practically fuck yourself in your seat when i’m doing a reading,” he continues, his arms folding as if he was telling you off, “a bit disrespectful, right?”

“no i-it’s just i really like the sound of your voice,” you stammer, embarrassed at him calling you out. you couldn’t deny that your professor was hot, everybody thought so and you hated school the only thing that got you through your classes was your day dreams of him fucking you.

“oh really, well i wanna see you get off to it for real this time.”

“wha—”

“touch yourself,” he demands with a grin, “fuck yourself on your fingers, put on a show for me,” he loosens his tie, and unbuttons his cuffs, ready to watch you perform for him, “and if you do well, then we could talk about your extra credit.”

you take off your pants, your hands moving directly to your throbbing pussy — since of course you had no panties on. you press your thumb down on your clit as your fingers work their way into your cunt. you were already soaked, just from hearing your professor speak to you, so it was easy to slide your digits in and out of you.

nanami’s grin grows wider, loving the way your work your pussy, “you not gonna play with your tits?” and you take his hint, your other hand sliding up to cup one of your boobs, your fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples. “good girl,” he praises.

you add another finger inside of you, writhing down hard on his desk against your digits. you quicken your pace, rubbing your thumb vigorously against your clit. his gaze on you served as an encouragement, your ultimate goal was shifted, at this point you didn’t care whether he passed or failed you — you just wanted to put on a good show for him.

“you gonna cum for me?” he taunts, the sound of your pussy squelching around your fingers as you drive them in is like music to his ears. you barely even noticed him fisting his dick, stroking it hard — matching the pace of your fingers hammers your cunt. “you gonna make a big mess for me all over my desk?”

“professor i-” you whine, wanting more than just your own fingers inside of you, “please i need—”

“professor? what was it that you called me earlier?” he teases, “remind me of that and then maybe i’ll give you what you’re begging for.”

“s-sir please,” you sputter, barely being able to string a sentence together. you could feel you were about to cum hard. your fingers were still drilling into your pussy, and your hands were still suctioned on your tit and nanami's dick was taunting you. “i need you.”

“you need me hmm?” he mocks, his eyebrow tilting as he stares at your fucked out face.

“yeah p-please i need your dick,” you beg, your pussy was gushing all over your fingers, as your strokes got sloppier, “i need you i-in me.”

“oh really?” he asks with a smirk, a slight chuckle as you nod eagerly, “well too bad.”

“wha—”

“you really thought i’d put my dick in a slutty student that’s not even smart enough to even pass my class?” he lectures, he tuts his teeth, shaking his head, “now finish off for me and leave office hours end in a few minutes.”

“f-fuck,” you moan out, you could barely even process his words, too busy focused on cumming all over your fingers to think about how he just denied you of what you really wanted, your hand falls off your tit, your head jerking back as your release over his desk. he’s quick to cum too, biting down on his fist to surpress the loud moan threatening to come out

“you really made a mess for me huh,” he observes, swiping his fingers across the pool of cum you left on his desk and bringing it into his mouth, “sweet.” you were at a loss for words, you were just coached through one of the best orgasms you ever had from your professor — and he didn’t even touch you — yet you still don’t know whether he’s gonna pass you or not.

“so about that exam…?” you voice trails, as you put back on your shirt, hopping of his desk.

“i’ll think about it, sit the exam first and i’ll see what i can do,” his voice turns serious, and he nods his head in the direction for you to leave indicating for you to get up out of his office. but just before you're about to leave the room he calls out to you, “oi.”

“thanks for the live show.”

☆ TOJI

“why do we always have to fuck in such awkward spaces,” you complain nearly tripping on a basketball as toji holds you upright.

“you know you love it baby,” he smirks, pressing a kiss to your cheek, thrusting up into you further.

you were in the gym supply closet, having your weekly sex with your university's gym teacher. you don’t even know how your little routine came about but once he started to hammer into you every friday after basketball practice, you’ve never missed a meet up.

“don’t call me that,” you groan out at the use of his pet name.

“why not?” he grumbles, cupping your tits with his hands as he stands behind you, “aren’t you students s’pposed to listen to your teachers and all that.”

you take a sharp inhale as his large hands smother your boobs, his thick things toy with your nipples, “but y-you aren’t a real teacher, in case you forgot.”

“am too,” he mutters like a child.

“a-are not,” you spit back just as childishly.

“am, too,” he persists, thrusting into you hard. pushing you down by your nape, forcing your hands to grip onto some random gym apparatus. he uses his foot to spread your legs apart wider so he can fit right behind you. fucking into you with something to prove.

“you teach gym to a bunch of brain dead j-jocks, wouldn’t say that classifies as being an actual professor toji.” you continue riling him up, biting your lip as his hammers into you harder. “you’re more like a glorified personal trainer than a teacher.”

he drives into you deeper, “oh and your just an uppity bitch, who still ended up fucking this ‘personal teacher,’ in a gym closet,” his mouth moves close to your ear, as he whispers, “so what does that say about you baby?” he presses a kiss underneath your ear lobe, before lightly sucking on it.

his words go straight to your core, him calling you an ‘uppity bitch’ had the exact effect he intended them to have — you throwing your ass on his dick, fucking him back as hard as he was fucking you.

he sends a smack to your ass, biting his lip as it ripples at the contact of his palm. his slaps were merciless, having you scream out every time he hits your cheek. “how’s this for a glorified personal trainer huh?” he coos in your ear, feeling dignified as you rut against him more feigning for more of his dick in your throbbing pussy.

“ah you f-fill me up s-so so good,” you mewl out, as his dick pumps in and out of you stuffing you with every thrust. his mouth latches onto the nape of your neck, sucking on it as he ploughs into you deeper, hitting your spot with pinpoint accuracy.

“i know i do baby, i always stuff you good don’t i?” he groans out, your pussy was a vice grip on his dick, had him suppressing his moans whenever you clenched around him, “don’t know why you fuck around with these lame ass boys in your classes, they can’t fuck you like i do. do they?”

“well…” you voice trails in a teasing tone.

“dont f-fucking play with me,” he sputters, feeling himself about to bust all inside of you, “i’m the only one you fucking right,” when he doesn’t hear an immediate answer, he shoves himself into you his hips pushing right against your ass, “right?”

“y-yes fuck, right,” you sigh rolling your eyes at his act of possessiveness — ignoring how you pussy got even wetter at his words. “you’re the b-best i ever had, toji.”

“you’re damn right i am,” he scoffs out giving your ass one final slap as he says, “you going finish all over my dick, c’mon baby coat my dick with your sweet sweet,” and you do just that. you cum with a cry, releasing all over toji, as he shoots into you a loud groan leaving his mouth.

“aww i forgot how loud you get for me,” you tease him as he pulls out of you, turning to look at him with a grin, which he huffs out, “anyways what did i tell you about cumming in me, i'm not one of those cheerleaders you run around with,” you fuss swatting at his chest.

“yeah you aren’t one of the cheerleaders i run around with,” he repeats, “hence why i can cum in you, you know you’re my favourite fuck out of all my students”

“ugh you’re so gross.”

“you say that with my cum running down your legs,” he says, giving you a pointed look, his eyes staring down at your thighs, “i do have another hour till my next class i gotta teach, so i could clean it up for you?” he offers, already going down to his knees, knowing that was a suggestion you would not deny.

“if you insist.”

he starts to suck against your thighs as you lean against the wall, sandwiched between a goal post and a hockey stick, but just before his lips latch onto your pussy, he looks up to you with a pout, “do you really think gym coaches aren’t teachers?”

“oh shut up toji,” you mutter, pushing his head to your cunt.

☆ GETO

you storm into your professors office, pissed off. professor geto was the worst teacher you’ve ever had. he was cocky, arrogant and most of the time he didn’t have a clue what he was teaching.

“ah miss know it all,” he muses, his personal nickname he created for you during his first semester of being your professor, “to what do i owe the pleasure this time.” you were no stranger to geto’s office, you were practically the only student that actually used his office hours. geto didn’t mind it though. the unplanned visits, your impoliteness — he was amused by it.

“could you explain why you gave me a B, on my last paper?” you interrogate, waving said essay in his face furiously, “when we both know that this is easily worth an A.”

“i just think you could do better,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “i just think you haven’t harnessed your true potential, that’s all.” geto knew you were smart, the smartest person he’s ever taught. he just needed to get you in his office. and he knew a below average grade on an essay, that didn’t even matter, was the way to do that.

“and what do you know about potential?” you mutter, more to yourself than anything, “i don’t even know how you managed to get this job.”

he rolls his eyes at your comments, “do you really want this A?”

"of course i want the stupid A," you reply, your tone determined. "i've put in the effort, and i've met all the requirements for this paper. there's no reason for you to give me a B except for your own personal bias against me."

“personal bias? some may argue that you’re actually my favourite?” geto leans back in his chair, a sly grin on his face. "but alright, then. here's the deal," he says, folding his arms. "if you can convince me right now, in this very moment, that you deserve an A for this paper, i'll change your grade. but you'll have to persuade me.”

“persuade you?” you retort, “what you want me to do a powerpoint presentation or something…?”

he chuckles, shaking his head at your naivety, for someone so smart you somehow lack social awareness, “no i wanna see if you taste as good as you look.”

“you mean…” your voice trails, finally catching on to what he was getting at.

“come lay down on my desk,” he says casually as if this was a usual ordeal between the two of you. he could see you hesitating, “you do want that A right?”

your feet were stuck in the ground, you never wanted to be one of those girls — ones that had to fuck a teacher just to get through university. but, regardless of your below A grade, you were more curious about what it would actually be like. especially with a professor that looked like geto.

you lay down on his desk, nervous, you could feel his breath on your stomach as he slides down your jeans. he was kneeling down, his face at the same level as your pussy. he toys with your underwear, pulling at it and snapping it against your skin, giving you a smile of approval in your choice of panties. but just before he pulls them off you he asks, “you sure you want to do it smarty? you can run back to your dorm if you want?”

“anything to get the A,” you grit out, basically lying, since getting your grade improved was the last thing on your mind as he pulls off your underwear.

he takes his hair — that was usually tied up in bun — down, releasing his long hair, “just in case you need something to pull on,” he smirks.

his fingers slide across your wet slit, spreading your lips. he presses a kiss on your clit, slightly nibbling on it before working his mouth down to your pussy. you gasp at the contact as he latches his mouth on you, his tongue darting into your cunt at a quick pace.

geto hums in satisfaction as you hands immediately go to grab his hair, pulling at it as his tongue gives you long strokes, lapping up all the juices already spilling out of you. “i didn’t think my star student would be this needy, if only the class could see you now.” he taunts lifting his head up, “i guess they wouldn’t be surprised though, your as hungry for my tongue as you are to answer questions in class,” he finishes with a chuckle pressing a kiss to your thigh.

but you’re quick to silence him, clenching your thighs against his head, “s-shut up,” you whine, thrusting your hips up in his face to meet his tongue. your head was swirling, you could barely remember how you ended up on your professors desk in the first place. but all you were focused on was clawing your fingers through his scalp as he slurps and sucks on your pussy.

“oh m-my god,” you murmur, soaking his face. he could tell by the way you pushing his face deeper into your cunt, his nose forced into your arousal that you were close.

“ready to let me taste you” he asks, his voice sending vibrations over your pussy, “wanna taste you so fucking bad.”

“fuck d-didn’t think it’ll be this g-good,” you whine out. he brings his thumb to you clit rubbing it as fast as he could taking you over the edge. you moan out, practically squealing, as you squirt all over his face. he smirks, trying to get as much as it as he can.

“i didn’t know my star student could squirt,” he teases, his mouth glistening with evidence of you, “or should i call you my star squirter.”

“haha, very funny…” you deadpan, becoming slightly shy at seeing him lick his lips wiping the last remains of you off of him.

“i guess my theory was right,” he concludes.

“what theory?” you ask, puzzled, forgetting the whole reason you let him eat you out in the first place.

“you do taste as good as you look,” he comments with a pleased grin, already reminiscing about you squirting all over his face.

“so about my A?” you ask pulling up your jeans, and collecting your things.

“yeah i’ll expect your rewrite on my desk by friday,” he shrugs, going back to his nonchalant persona.

“rewrite? did you not promise me an A if i can ‘persuade you,’ at how badly i want it?” you question, going back to your original state of being pissed off, “did i not persuade you mr ‘you do taste as good as you look.’ this is so unfair”

“ask me if i care about fairness?” he smirks, a laugh leaving his lips as he watches you storm out of his office, “hey! you left your underwear,” he calls out behind you, his laugh growing as you say nothing, putting up your middle finger at him and slamming his door shut.

☆ GOJO

“do you want to lose your job?” you chastise, “shut the fuck up.”

“but i can’t help it,” he purrs, nuzzling into your neck to suppress his non stop moans and whines that he was doing as he pushed his dick in you, “your pussy’s just too good.”

you were leaning against the desk of your professor gojo’s lecture hall, your legs wrapped around his bag as he hoisted you up, grinding his body against yours as his dick drives in your pussy.

it was after hours, and gojo forgot to lock his classroom doors. as soon as your peers left the room he was quick to put his lips on yours, throwing all the stationary on his desk on the floor in the most dramatic fashion ever.

you don’t know how you got entangled in a relationship with your teacher. since you didn’t actually benefit from it, and he was needier and clingier than an actual student your age. but the mind blowing orgasms he gave you every now and again made you forget all of his ‘bad qualities.’

“c’mon don’t tell me it’s not making you feel wetter,” he murmurs in between kisses, “the idea of someone walking in on me fucking your pretty little pussy.” you ignore him, your arms tightening around his neck as you bounce on his dick. “tell me that doesn’t make you hot,” he eases his dick out of you slightly, drawing both of your attention to his member already covered in your juices. his eyebrows raise when you look back at him as if he’s just proved his point.

“whatever, i guess the idea of us getting caught isn’t that bad,” you lie, knowing it was causing you to get better, “but if we do get caught then it's your ass gojo.”

“aww you’re so thoughtful,” he coos, “you really care about me and my job, will you miss me if i get fired?”

“well i’ll miss my on campus dick,” you mutter, scratching at his back, as he thrusts into you deeper, “but i’ll be able to replace you quickly i guess.”

“oh how you wound me,” he mocks, pulling you into a deep kiss, desperate to taste you. that was gojo’s favourite thing to do to you, of course your pussy was great, but your lips were his favourite thing. sometimes he’d even drag you out of the hallway into his office —not a care in the world if anyone was around— and pull you into his lap just shove his tongue into your mouth and fondle your tits.

for a lousy professor, gojo sure knew your body well. he knew every spot to hit, every place to kiss, every stroke to make and you loved it. the scratches you were giving him on his back, encouraging him to go deeper, stuffing you to the brim. “f-fuckk you take me so so well,” he moans in your ear, whining and grunting as you tighten your hold around him.

“i’m close,” he mutters, his pace slowing. he lowers you down so your back is laying on the desk and he swoops his mouth down to your tits. enveloping your left breast with his mouth, greedily suckling at it.

“wow already?” you taunt, “you’ve really lost your touch professor, when i was an undergrad we could go at it for days.” his mouth pauses, as he looks up at you with a pointed look that reads as ‘girl really? as if you aren’t close.’ he wasn’t wrong, from his deep long strokes in your pussy, and his tongue twisting on your nipples, you were ready to cum all over him.

“gojo shit,” you curse, your hand coming down to your clit, flicking at it fast to speed up your orgasm. but gojo slaps your hand away, almost offended that you would try to cum off of something other than his hands and mouth. he bites down on your nipple, punishingly and that sends you overboard. you let out a shriek as you cum all over his dick, your hand quickly coming over your mouth to suppress your whines.

“what happened to being quiet huh?” he mocks your warning from earlier, “don’t want to get caught, do we now?” but he’s quick to let out a deep moan, as he releases into you, spraying your walls with all your cum. he slumps over you, exhausted, and wanting to just feel you — gojo was always needy after sex.

after you both come down from your highs and clean up — thankful that nobody stumbled across you. gojo pulls you into his lap, dabbing kisses all over your neck, “so when you gonna let me take you out, outside the classroom?”

“y’know that’s not allowed right?” you remind him, looking at your professor as if he’s lost his mind, “what we’re doing now isn’t allowed, but out in public is a no go, gojo.”

“not allowed?” he retorts, as if it’s news to him, “i thought it was just heavily frowned upon?!”

an: sooo what did you think? which one was your favourite. me personal lame gym coach toji really did it for me. tagging my girl @jabamin mainly just for nanami. but yes ALSO IDK WHY I MADE THE READER DUMB IN THE NANAMI FIC, but I juxtaposed it by making you super smart in the geto fic so it balances it out. anyways lmk what you thought, thanks for reading!! DONT USE MY DIVIDERS

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cherry-leclerc · 7 months

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ruined all my plans ☆ cl16

genre: wolff!reader, secret relationship, humor, enemies to lovers (?? depends how you see it ??), forbidden romance

word count: 6.4k

Toto creates a “hands off” rule over his daughter for all the drivers on the grid. Too late, as it appears Charles might’ve already weasled his way into your heart a long time ago.

Plot line of schematization that runs along George, Carmen, Lily and Alex to figure out who you’re busy hooking up with. All bets are on.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...pentrative sex (f and m), biting

inspired by this and this !

i'm so weak. i waited 72 hours to post this??? whatever, consider this a sunday treat!! hope you enjoy it :)

One could argue and say that you’re old enough to make your own decisions, and while everyone around you might see that as true, there’s only one person who would disagree.

“I’m being serious.” Your dad walks away without further comment. Chasing after him like a little girl, you find it almost impossible to keep up with him and his long strides. You pant.

“Why would any of this cause an issue?”

Toto comes to a sudden stop as you bump into his back. You let out a slight umph before putting on your brave face. His heels turn as he looks down at you. “Because I said so.” Leaning down he plants a kiss on your forehead before walking away. You scoff as you click your tongue.

Both your dad and yourself had decided it would be a fun idea if you tagged along for some races of the new F1 season since you haven’t for quite a while, but the moment he noticed the way the grid grew nervous, flirtatious, and some even with tongues hanging out, he regretted it.

You had been bickering back and forth when he broke the news to you that you would be flying back home as soon as possible. If teleportation existed I would’ve already sent your ass away, he stated earlier as you glared angrily.

“You know this isn’t a proper excuse to just send me away. I’ve behaved! Not once have I responded to any of the driver's advances.” He knows you’re right, but he ignores you anyway. Susie had always pointed out how his stubbornness always had her fuming and in this moment, in you, he noticed just how annoying it could get.

“I don’t care! If this is something I have to do in order for my daughter to stop being gawked at by every driver, so be it. Now, stop yapping and start packing.”

That was the last straw.

As he walks out of the Mercedes garage to make his way to his drivers he hears fast footsteps. Throwing yourself onto his large back you cling on as if he was a floatie.

“Let go!” He stumbles back and forth as you cover his eyes. Then your arms slide around his large shoulders, squeezing hard. “You're acting like a child!”

“Stop treating me like one then!” This was a bit much, you’ll admit it, but never out loud. You pinch his bicep and he yelps, running like a chicken without a head. You screech as you hold on tighter, head digging into his neck.

“This isn’t going to make me change my mi-” You bite his ear. He tries to push your legs that wrap around his torso, but you just won’t budge. He spins as he groans in pain. He knew you hated to be dizzy, so why not use it against you.

“Cute. Father-daughter quality time.” Lewis smiles as George takes his phone out to record. Toto looks at them with a bright red face.

“Fuck quality time! Get. Her. Off.”

Scurrying over, they each grab a leg. “Let go!” You yell as you turn to look at them, breathing hard.

“Exactly! Let go!” Toto continues to pry your hands off.

Everyone has gathered outside of their garages as they watch in amusement. Carlos bends over laughing.

“She looks like fun, no?”

Taking a sip of water, Charles shakes his head.

“That chicks crazy.”

You, Lewis, and George sit in the Mercedes meeting room silently waiting for Toto. Rocking in his chair impatiently, George grins. “Do you guys want to see the video I took?”

You glare harshly. “My dads not here yet, you wanna be next?” He shuts up as he slides his phone back into his pocket.

A minute passes by before your dad walks in with Avengers stickers covering his ear, hand, and neck. You all stifle a laugh. “You think this is funny?” You nod. His cold stare turns into the kind you’ve only seen the times he’s grounded you.

“You asked!”

He shakes his head in disapproval. “These are Jack’s, so I don’t even want to hear it.” Sliding a chair out in front of you three, he takes a seat. “We need to talk.”

You roll your eyes. “Really? I thought we were all gonna learn how to fly.” George lets out a laugh as Lewis nudges your thigh. Just listen, his gaze warns you.

Toto folds his arms against the tables as he lets out a breath. “I won’t send you home.” Not what you were expecting. Hopping over to him you kiss his cheek as he slightly flinches.

“Thank you, Daddy!”

George raises an eyebrow. “Seriously? If I would ever behave like this with my parents they would ship me to boarding school.” You bite the air.

“Sit down.” You rush back into your seat between the Mercedes drivers. Drumming his fingers against the table he begins. “But I have some rules. Call them…my conditions.” You groan.

“That’s not how this works-”

“No, it’s going to work because I said so!” He takes a moment to relax before continuing. “Look, I spoke to your mother and you were right. I was being unfair.” You clap your hands in delight. “That doesn’t mean what you did was right. But here’s all I ask from you, the same thing as always; don’t date any drivers on the grid.”

You nod profusely. “I promise!” There were some good looking men on the grid, but quite frankly you never found interest. You knew what you’d be getting yourself into if you ever did.

Lewis clears his throat. “This has been super nice and all, but why are we here?” He signals between him and his teammate.

“Right.” Standing up, Toto places both his hands on his waist. “I won’t ask for much.” Turning to look at them he says, “Just ask for you both to watch over her.”

“Like Jesus?”

“George, shut up!” You follow Toto. “Dad, I don’t need them to babysit me. What’s the whole point of not being treated like a baby?”

“That’s what you don’t seize to understand. You are my baby.” He cups your face tenderly. “Those are my circumstances if you want to stick around.” He lets go. “And either way, you said it yourself. You don’t pay much attention to them, so why would this be any different?”

“Fine. Deal.”

“Where are you headed?”

Miami was always a fun place to be at and you wanted to have some fun. Wasn’t this the point of it all?

“I’m just going for a walk around the paddock.”

Lewis stands up like a guard dog as he slides on his sunglasses. “You know what? I’m kind of in the mood for a walk too. Always a good time to show off my outfit.”

Rolling your eyes you reluctantly agree. He’s telling you about Roscoe’s recent “girlfriend” as you both pass the Red Bull garage. Paparazzi stand outside as they wait for any glimpse of Max, but as soon as they see Lewis they immediately rush over. Almost like a force of nature, Lewis coolly poses as he continues walking smoothly.

“Yeah, I can’t do this right now.” Taking advantage of the situation, you dart off.

“Whatever,” Lewis yells out as he continues, entertained by the cameras.

Rushing behind a nearby wall you gasp for air. “Are you okay?”

“Crap!” You fling your hand outwards as you smack someone's hard chest. You look at your fist as you recognize the dark blue fireproofs.

“Ow!” Max yelps as he pushes your arm down. You cringe.

“Sorry! I just thought- nevermind. Are you alright?” He nods.

“Yes. Were you looking for someone?” You notice that in an attempt to get away from the mob you had landed yourself inside the garage of Mercedes’ main rival. You shake your head.

“God, no. I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” You hum embarrassingly. “I should go now.”

“Hey, I mean you can hide out here with me for a while.”

The way he smiles shyly takes you back to the day he first asked you out. He was nice, but no. You can’t. Tugging out your phone from your back pocket you giggle nervously. “Oh! Would you look at that! It’s my dad calling. I should go before he starts to worry. Bye Max!” You zoom out.

“Yeah, bye…”

“Where were you?” Toto is sitting in the small room he had set up for you when you were on the road with him and the team.

“I went out for a walk.” That wasn’t completely a lie, but if he found out who you were with he would only start World War III. “Wanted to stretch out my legs.” You kick your legs out as you hop up a few times.

He holds out an envelope as you delicately reach out for it. Opening it up you see what’s inside. Pictures of you with Lewis, but as you continue flipping through you see yourself slipping away. It would almost be funny if it weren’t for Toto’s narrowed look. “Where did you run off to?”

“First of all, this is extremely creepy, zero privacy, but nowhere! I came straight back, you know I can’t handle large groups like those.”

Rising up he nods. “If you say so.”

You take a seat next to your dad as you both analyze the race. The Red Bulls are fast, as expected, but Mercedes wasn’t that far off. They might actually get podium if the strategy continued the same.

“C’mon. C’mon.” It was the final lap and George was fighting for third against Fernando. Anxiety filled up your stomach, you could only imagine what George was feeling. “Goddamn it!” You and Toto both curse out as you both slam the headset against the table.

“Every single time.”

You congratulate Lewis and George as they walk in after being weighted. “You guys did good.” You smile as they wipe off their sweat with a small towel.

“Ah, I need a drink. Wanna come out with Carmen and I to the club? A couple other drivers are tagging along.”

“Yes! Okay, just me a second to go back to the hotel and change.” As you run away, Toto strolls over. George gulps.

“Remember…” He warns him as the Brit carefully nods. Of course. You don’t need to worry.

You show up 2 hours late, but it's Miami. The later the better.

“That group right there! I swear I know them.” You had been trying to explain to the security guard that you weren’t some crazy fan and that you did in fact know the group of F1 drivers who had shown up to the VIP section.

“Right and I know Oprah Winfrey…” You furrow your brows. Are you calling me a liar? He shrugs. Just then, Charles walks by and you immediately jump forward, but the guard holds you back.

“Charles!” He turns to look at you as he tries to understand the situation. You’re being held back by the guard as you screech in his arms. He rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, no.” He walks away. Coward! Your body droops into his arms. The tall man drags you out. I swear I know himmmm.

“Yo, is that chick dead?” Your eyes pop open as you hear a familiar voice.

“Daniel! Ah. Thank God! Tell him you know me!” Daniel lets out a loud laugh as he claps his hands in amusement.

“Oh God, this is amazing.” He hurries over to you both. “Yes, I know her.” The bald man looks like he doesn’t quite believe you, but he lets you go either way. Walking side by side you pat the Australians shoulder.

“Thank you so much. You won’t believe how long it’s taken me to try and wheeze myself in.” He grins.

“No problem.” He lets you through first as Carmen rushes over.

“Oh good! I thought you weren’t going to show up.”

“Ran into a bit of trouble, but there’s no way I would’ve missed out on Georgie’s almost win celebration.” George scowls. Bitch, he mutters under his breath. Carmen smacks his head.

Excusing yourself you walk over to the bar as you order yourself a drink. You don’t have to turn to know someone is now standing next to you. You immediately noticed the stack of bracelets. “Hey, dick, what was that all about?’ Charles sighs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You ignored me! You let them drag me away like a beast!”

He snickers. “You said it, not me.” Slamming your palm against the table you make his drink jump up a bit.

“You are a real piece of shit, y’know that?”

“And you aren’t?”

You toss your head back with a cold laugh before you glare back at him.

“I can’t believe I ever dated you.”

There was a time - where you’re embarrassed to admit now - that you actually fell for a driver's charm.

“Charles,” he introduces himself, as you kick your shoe against your leg nervously. For a while you tried to push away, but somehow, something always led you back to him.

Skipping your way down the paddock you make your way towards the taco stand. Rumors had made their way to you that Scuderia had authentic tacos in honor of the Mexican GP and you just had to go.

The line was long, but you didn’t seem to mind as you answered a few texts.

“Hungry?”

You blush when you notice Charles with his fireproofs. Glistening sweat makes his brown hair connect to his face. He looks so filt-

“Just a tiny bit.” He could’ve easily made his way to the staff to request your plate much faster, but then how else would he talk to you? For an entire hour, his towering height lingered over you as you both stood under the blazing sun. And he was just as perfect as you could have ever imagined. It wasn’t that long after that you both were sneaking in kisses behind Ferrari’ and Mercedes’ motorhome.

“Fuck.” He kisses you hard as his hands slip underneath your shirt. His cold touch makes you shiver as your body jumps up a bit. This causes you to rub yourself against him. He pulls away, eyes screwed shut.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

He shakes his head as he stares down at you with an enamored smile tugging at his pink, swollen lips. “No, it's just that…” You look down at the tent poking through his jeans.

“I could fix that.” Your flirtatious tone is enough for him to fall back against your warm lips. He groans.

“N-no. Not here.” You had both been taking shelter behind the Mercedes garage in order to not be caught, but still, this was risky. You sigh as your arms drop to your sides.

“You’re right.” He gives you one last peck as he rushes off to his media duties. Walking through the sliding doors the first person you see is George signing a few hats. He looks up.

“My word, did someone punch your lips?” You rush over to a nearby mirror as you take in your appearance. Your lipstick was everywhere. Bring up your sleeve, you quickly try brushing away.

“Not a word of this to my dad.”

And no he never told Toto, but he knew he couldn’t hold onto this by himself.

“...It has to be someone on the grid. But who…” Carmen, George, Lily, and Alex had gone out on a double date when the Brit spilled the beans.

“What if it’s Max? Have you seen the way he looks at her!” Lily exclaims as she purses her lips. Alex shakes his head in disagreement.

“No. It definitely has to be Carlos. I mean look at him! That’s straight up her type.” Oh. I didn’t even think of that one, Lily pouts.

“You both got it wrong, it’s Lando. They get along so well, plus, they would look so cute together.” Carmen swoons at the image. George pretends to gag.

“Darling…friends… let me explain.” They all sit there eager for the next candidate. “It’s definitely Lewis.” The table dies.

“Mate! You’re insane. He’s old enough to be her dad!” Alex cripples over laughing as he leans his head against his girlfriend's shoulder. She pats his head.

“He’s right, George. It just doesn’t make any sense.”

Whatever, he thinks to himself. It might be him.

“I lost her! Shit, I lost her!” George panics to his girlfriend as she stares up in confusion. What do you mean you lost her! He cringes. “As in; she's gone! And I keep calling Lewis and he’s not picking up and- oh.”

Carmen’s eyes grow wide. “You don’t think…” George laughs wickedly.

“I told you so! Wait until I tell Alex. Alex!” She slaps her hand over his mouth.

“Are you crazy? You can’t just go around claiming this when it might not even be true!” He immediately deflates. You’re right, you’re right-

“Either way, Lando’s missing too.” She giggles as he stares with a deadpan expression.

“Shit!” Charles hisses in pain as he bangs his head against the wall. You let out a sweet laugh.

“Be careful. Also, be quiet!”

You were supposed to be meeting with Toto to go grab dinner with the team and Charles had a last minute defrief to get to, but there was something far more important.

You were both horny.

“Mhmm,” he mumbles as he slips you onto the counter that sits in the privacy of his motorhome. Scrunching your mini dress around your thighs he gets down on his knees as he drags your panties down with his teeth, a teasing look painting his eyes. You bite down on your erupting moan.

“As much as I love this, I need you to be fast.” He chuckles as he stands up to his full height, slipping his suit down as his cock springs out, looking painfully hard. You lick your lips. His strong hands grab your hips to scoot you closer towards him. You giggle as he pecks your lips one final time before slipping inside of you.

Normally, you moan as loud as you please, but you know you can’t right now. So, you bite the inside of your cheek as he begins thrusting in the most delicious way. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you softly pant.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs. He knows how much you love to be vocal and seeing you trying not to be in order to not get caught has him downright impressed. His hips pick up the pace as you silently whine. His cock brushes against your g-spot and that has you feeling as if you’re going to burst. Slow down, Charles, you moan. He cocks his head to the side. “Sois une bonne fille et prends-le.”

Nodding frantically your hand squeezes against his forearm for support.

“Charles are you almost done changing?” Carlos taps his fingers against the door as he waits for his teammate. Trepidation fills you at the thought of Carlos walking in on you. You had both been keeping this a secret and this was definitely not the way you wanted someone to find out about your relationship.

“Charles, s-stop,” you whisper, but this only seems to make Charles snap his hips faster. You want to scream when you feel his cock all the way deep inside your stomach. He suppresses a loud groan.

“Just a minute! Go on without me.” You hear a low, Just don’t take too long. Footsteps grow further as the Spaniard struts away. You sigh but that’s quickly replaced when your boyfriend tosses your left leg over his tan shoulder.

“Oh my God.” Eyes are looking straight at Charles as he admires the way his cock disappears inside of you. The thought makes you blush. He softly kisses your ankle as you moan louder, you feel your tummy grow tighter. “Charles, oh God, I’m gonna cum-”

He covers your mouth, muffled cries vibrating against his hand as he feels you clench around him. The warmness that splatters around his cock makes him bite your ankle as he finishes inside of you. You squirm in pain.

Panting, he lets go of your leg and kisses your temple. “Sorry. Did I hurt you?” You shake your head.

“I’m okay.” Seeing your fucked out state has him glowing with pride that your his and that only he gets to see you like this. He gives you one last kiss as he pulls out of you. You choke at the slight sensitivity. Sorry, he mumbles as he cleans you up.

You both go your separate ways as it dawns on you that you feel so…complete. It’s a weird feeling to have, but as soon as you remind yourself that this is Charles - your Charles - you don’t feel so lost anymore. Grinning, you walk towards your dad.

“You took forever,” he scolds you before letting out a soft smile, kissing the top of your head. He takes a whiff. “Did you run here?”

“Um, why do you ask?”

He stares at you like a hawk before rubbing his eyes. “No reason. You’re just sweating a bit, that's all. Anyways, we should get going.”

That same day you quickly disappear to a nearby shop to buy a cheap perfume.

“Mmm. Flowers.” Lewis sniffs as he walks past you.

“Are you serious?” Lily and Alex grew suspicious when they saw Carmen and George huddling up together like two detectives, so eventually, they went to investigate themselves. “Have you tried calling her?”

“Goodness! How did I not think about that?” Lily and Carmen shoot a dry look at the Brit before he shrinks down onto his seat.

“Stop fighting and let’s just think,” Alex interrupts.

Lily’s eyes roam the club as she see’s Checo and Lance talking. Daniel is with Fernando, but wait-

Excited, she turns back to the group. “Max! It’s Max!” She jumps up and down as Alex stares at her in love.

“Sweet, sweet, Lilyicious, you’re wrong. C’mon we’ve talked about this.” She stomps her foot.

“Nu-uh. Look around with your big head.” She points around the club. “Max is missing. It makes sense.”

“Okay, well Carlos is missing too, how do you explain that?” The couple huff in defeat as they plop down next to George.

“Well this isn’t working. All our best bets are missing and so is she!” Carmen chugs down an entire glass of vodka as the three of them stare up at her scared. “We’re just going to have to look for her ourselves.”

Wanna come over to my room? Fifth floor, #254.

Butterflies fill you to the brim. On my way.

It’s a personal record, really, the way you dash to his room. Part of you thinks about waiting a couple of minutes before knocking, but you know can’t stay away for long. Closed fist almost reaches the wood as the door swings open. Charles stands there with a pair of workout shorts and white socks. Maroon bruises cover his chest from a few nights ago.

Walking towards him you brush your fingers against his chest. “I like where this is going,” you joke as he smiles, kicking the door shut.

The way he kisses you is different. The type of kiss where someone is really trying to memorize the person. It’s still amazing, but why does it feel any different from the rest? You dig your lips deeper as if this would help you figure it out. His hands move to play with your hair as he pulls away. His fingers feel nice. “Let’s sit.”

Once you settle onto his comfy bed you stare at him in awe. How is it that he ever paid you any attention? He could have anyone, but he chose you? That must count for something. “I was thinking maybe now's a good time to let everyone know we’re together.”

He clenches his jaw. “I don’t know…”

You tuck your legs under your butt as you lean a bit forward. “Okay, maybe you’re right. Let’s start off slow. Maybe just our friends?” Taking one look at him makes you feel like an anthill. “Or what do you think?”

Taking in a shallow breath he doesn’t look at you when he says, “I want to break up.” You stop breathing.

He doesn’t say I think we should break up or there’s something wrong. No, he just jumps straight to the point. No explanation.

But you need one.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” This time he looks at you and his eyes don’t hold the same shine they normally do. The kind you love on him. Now they’re dark and empty. Did I do that?

“It’s just that…” He trails off when he notices you looking at him as if he’s really about to try to save your relationship. “...I need to focus on the Championship.”

You bite your lip as you try reaching out for his hands, but when he slightly pulls away before you even can, it makes you shrink. Settling your hand on your lap you let out a shaky breath before pretending to smile. “Of course. I get that. I can give you some space.”

He shakes his head, eyes looking down to his feet. “No. I just can’t be dating you right now.” When you were 7 and your dad accidentally stepped over your favorite tea cup you had claimed that was the worst pain you have ever felt.

Nothing would beat Charles’ words.

“Me? You can’t be dating me right now, okay.” You start putting your shoes back on and he stares at you with an open mouth.

Stay. I never meant any of this.

But it was too late.

Entering the elevator you’re sobbing, feeling like a nobody. What did you do wrong? Everything was going great. The doors slid open as the last person you wanted to see, apart from Charles, walked in.

“Honey, are you okay?” Toto frantically searches for any cuts or anything that might be causing you pain. Surface level, you want to cry out. You’re looking surface level, but you won’t find anything.

Tying your arms around his waist he immediately hugs you back, trying to understand.

“Daddy, I want to go home.”

“That’s it. I’m calling him.” The Brit pulls out his phone before his friend yanks it away.

“Do you want to lose your job?” Quickly, he shakes his head. Alex tsks. “But we’ve looked everywhere! God, I’m gonna get fired regardless…”

“Bathroooooom. I need to go to the bathroommm.” A body sways, bumping into Lily, sending her flying towards Carmen.

“Watch where you’re going dickhe- oh! Max!” The Dutch man squints his eyes. Do I know you?

“Don’t bother, he’s completely wasted,” Daniel says as he brushes past the group. But George is desperate. Shaking him by the shoulders, he questions Max.

“Have you seen her? Was she with you?”

Max lazily puts a finger over George’ lips. He sighs at the silence. “Much better…no. I haven’t.” They all groan. Letting go, Max zigzags away.

“So, it’s not Max.”

I was homesick. That’s all.

Your mom raises an eyebrow. “But you love traveling, this is new.” You shrug lamely.

“I just really missed you and Jack.” You both look over to your little brother where he silently sits there entertained with his coloring book.

“No you didn’t.” You laugh as Susie stands up to brush your hair. “Honey, what actually happened?”

A weak smile forms itself onto your lips. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Should we call the police?”

Lily exhales, rubbing her fingers against her lap nervously. “No. I still think we can find her.”

Alex nods. “Try calling Lewis again.” A disgusted look maps itself on George’ face.

“Gross. No, what if they’re hooking up?” They all groan.

That’s definitely not true at all, Carmen mumbles. “I still say it’s Lando.” Daniel is passing by with a feathered boa. “Danny!” she shrieks. His pearly whites make her smile. “Do you know where Lando is?” Daniel looks up at the ceiling before clicking his fingers.

“I last with him with baby Wolff!” Carmen jumps up in excitement.

“See George I told you! I told you so! Eat and-”

“...Oh no nevermind that wasn’t him. It was…oh. Who was it?” He covers his face with the boa as he thinks about it.

“Hand that over. I’m about to kill myself.” The group turns to face Lando. His face is flushed as he strips the boa from his teammate. Daniel lets out a sore cough as Lando pulls it off him, but the Australian had it wrapped around his neck. Sorry mate, he apologizes.

George rushes over to the younger Brit. “Where were you?”

“I’m okay,” Daniel croaks out as he takes a sip of Lily’s drink.

“I was trying to get a girl's number.” Carmen’s eyes shine. “Word of advice: always make sure they’re not married.” He walks away.

“Dammit. I was almost sure it was going to be him."

“Please, don’t hang up!”

His voice is raspy from the cold as you lie warm in your bed. You can already smell your favorite homemade pancakes your mom always makes for you when you’re feeling down.

“Tough, because as you can see, I just don’t want to talk to you.” You’re about to hang up before he shoots out a quick, Too late. I’m downstairs.

Now, you’re definitely awake. You quickly try to make yourself seem presentable before you rush downstairs. And he was there, sitting with Susie as they both ate your favorite pancakes.

You stand there with your matching PJ’s and one white tube sock. Charles smiles fondly as you blush.

“You forgot your other sock…” Jack tugs at your shirt to gain your attention as he holds his arm out.

“Thank you, baby.” You quickly slip it on.

Susie walks to Jack as she picks him up. “Let’s go, Jackie. This is what we call privacy.” As they both walk down the hallway you can still hear her say, Do you know what privacy is?

“Is she…”

You stare at him blankly. “She’s teaching him how to respect others.” A distant smile. “Holy shit! Wait! Maybe she can teach you.” He winces.

“Look, I just want to talk. Please…” You take a seat across from him as you snatch his plate away and begin to eat.

“I’m only listening because there’s a really delicious plate right in front of me, but you only have 5 minutes, then I want you to leave.” He nods desperately.

“So, um, that night…”

You can’t help the shaky breath that slips past your lips. You hate that he’s getting to you, because it's not what he deserves. You stubbornly would have bought yourself a diamond ring if you had known he would be here.

“...That night. I never meant anything that I said.” The way you want to laugh has him hurrying to get all his words out. “The media, all the stress, was getting crazy and I was a fool to let that get to me.”

“Are you just word vomiting?” He chuckles.

“This is me telling you that I messed up. I screwed up. I fucked up. Whatever you wanna call it, but you don’t know how much I regret that day. How cold I was being to you.”

“You didn’t even try. You never even let me help you,” you whisper as he shakes his head. I know amour, I know.

He grabs your hands. Soft and warm and his. “If you need me to beg, I’ll beg…But please. Give me one more chance.”

Looking deep into his eyes you slowly nod, almost as if you can’t believe this is really happening.

“One more chance.”

“If we’re being quite honest, I never thought it would just be you and me, George.” The two best friends share a high five.

“I can’t even believe it. One of us might actually have it in the bag!” Carmen and Lily scoff at their boyfriends.

“Let me remind you that she’s still missing, dork.” Lily smirks as George snaps out of it.

“You’re right, but we’re getting closer.”

Standing behind Lily, Alex wraps his arms around her shoulders. Despite everything going on around them, Lily still leans in. “Babe,” he starts. “You might actually have a winner in your han- fuck!” His girlfriend jumps up.

“What!”

“Hey, have you guys seen Charles?” Carlos stands there with a puzzled look as Alex curses him out. I bet my money on you! He slaps a 100 dollar bill to George as he does a small celebratory dance with Carmen.

Lily steps aside. “We haven’t, but I think I remember him being with Pierre and Kika. They were talking about - nevermind - that’s not what matters here!”

Carlos hums. “Okayyy then. Just let me know if you do. He’s my ride back.” He walks away.

“Well, well, well,” George clicks his tongue, tall frame leaning against the table. “And then there was one.”

“Are you both sure?”

Things had taken a sharp turn that it even had you questioning your sanity.

“We’re sure.” You gaze at the bright rock that sits on your finger as Charles rubs soft circles on your hand. You mom sighs, but deep down she’s proud of both of you. Overcoming past mistakes together is a huge deal when it comes to marriage. Jack giggles as you flash your ring up. Charles smiles and Susie can tell by his dazzling green eyes.

The Monegasque is in love.

“You can’t tell dad yet, though!” you yelp as your mom stares back with an open mouth.

Why not?, she says at the same time Charles asks, She can’t?

Shaking your head you kiss your fiance's cheek before facing your mom. “It’s just that he wouldn’t understand. At least not yet. Right?”

Charles nods slowly, not fully seeing where this was going. “Whatever you say, mon amour.” Susie winks in approval. Charles feels quite proud of that one.

“I’ll respect your choice,” she says loudly as Jack chirps up. He nods as he keeps quiet. “Right, I’ll respect it, but you have to find a way to let him know soon enough.” Getting up, you hug her tightly.

“Thank you! And yes I have a plan. Top tier. He won’t even see it coming.”

“Now it makes sense why they’re so close! All those late night drives, breakfasts in the morning. No wonder I wasn’t invited for a few of those!”

“Yeah. That’s why,” Alex shoots as he snickers. Carmen softly pats her boyfriend's shoulder as she lets out a playfully grimace. George flips him off.

“You’re just mad because I actually got something right for once!”

“You said it. For once.”

“Oh, you bi-”

“Huh? Huh! Speak louder you gira–”

“Guys!”

Cut short from their heated argument they all turn their attention.

Lewis stands there with a worried expression. His facial lines noticeable as he pinches his face in slight fear. “I’ve been looking everywhere, but I can’t find her. Oh, God, Toto’s gonna kill me…”

George has his fist wrapped around Alex’s collar as he stares with his mouth hung open. Alex laughs as he pushes George off.

“Aha! I knew it! There was just no way!” George groans as he tugs at his floppy hair.

Lewis looks lost. “I don’t have time for this, have you seen her?” They all shake their head as they explain their theory that involved the 7x World Champion. He shudders.

“Gross! She’s like a daughter to me!”

“Thank you!” Carmen, Lily, and Alex shout as George shrugs.

“Okay, so let’s backtrack: She couldn’t have been with Max because poor boy is too drunk to even remember his own name, she wasn’t with Lando since he’s too busy hiding from someone’s husband-”

George and Alex giggle.

“She definitely wasn’t with you,” Lily points to Lewis as if it were impossible for you and him to be in the same sentence. Way to rub it in, he pouts. She shrugs her shoulders as an apology. “And she wasn’t with Carlos because he’s too busy looking for…”

Their eyes grow wide.

“Jesus fucking Christ, where is the bathroom!” Max swings his arms, almost knocking down Yuki. Sorry Uki, he murmurs as he furrows his eyebrows.

“Yuki,” the Japanese driver corrected him.

“Whatever.” Max waves in dismissal. Alex drags the Dutch closer to them.

“There’s one right here.” Max almost starts to cry as he spots the bathroom that stood close by the group.

“Thank youuuu.” He rushes towards the restroom as he tugs harshly. He lets out a whine as he bangs his head against the wall in frustration. “I swear I am going to kick this door down…”

Alex runs over. “Don’t do that, mate. Again.” He kisses his bicep as winks over to his girlfriend. Watch this, he mouths.

But it won’t budge.

“Move over,” George says as he starts rolling up his sleeves. This one’s for you, Carmen. The brunette girl cringes as she covers her eyes. He groans as he pulls with all his strength. “One minute…”

Lewis lets out a sigh as he walks over and pushes his teammate to the side. Wrapping both hands around the handle he leans back and pulls. Both Lily and Carmen drool over his rippling muscles.

“At least try to hide it,” George muffles.

Suddenly the door swings open. Max cheers as he runs in.

“Gotta pee, fuck, get out!”

Two flying bodies are thrown out as they both crash onto a nearby couch.

“Dickhead!” you yell out as you rub your head. Charles groans in pain with you on top of him. The entire room grows silent. Well, as silent as it could get in a club.

“Young lady, when your father finds out!” Lewis exclaims, hands against his hips.

“You’re fucked,” George laughs. “Literally.”

There’s really no way of hiding it. Your short skirt is riding up a tad bit too high as you yank it down. Lipstick stains cover the Monegasque’s face.

“Not a word.”

“And how do you think you guys are going to keep it under wraps?” Susie questions as Charles looks at you with an intrigued face. Yeah. How are we?

Rolling your eyes you take a bite of the now cold pancakes. You gag.

“Easy. We can just pretend to hate each other for a while, make dad believe I’m following his long lasting rule of not crushing on any driver and after a while he’ll trust me and ta-da! We’re getting married, baby!”

You flash a proud smile as Charles high fives you.

Your mom raises a skeptical brow as she leans against her chair. Giggling, you put your hand over hers.

“How hard could it be?”

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Something to Prove

Lo’ak Sully (21) x human female reader (22)

Taglist: @pandorxxx my girl once again helped me make sure that this came out perfect and just ahhhh!! I couldn’t be more thankful to her 😭💖

Warnings: smut, cursing, squirting, aged up characters, creampie, choking, p in v

Summary: You and Lo’ak have a close “friendship”, always spending lots of time with each other. One day while in your hut that you had built for you close to the lab, he peaks into your bag finding something that he wasn’t meant to find which triggers an experimental side of him.

WC: 2.6K

🛑MDNI🛑

You were one of the scientists working alongside the government who was lucky enough to get picked to travel to Pandora. The experience has been amazing, you never knew another planet could hold such beautiful scenery, far more amazing than earth. You’ve been on Pandora for almost a year and in your time here, you’ve managed to accumulate friendships with the omatikayan people, but there’s been one person that you have managed to create more than just a friendship with.

“Come on Lo’ak, no more silly faces, this is the last picture that I’m going to take.” You extend your arm out for the last time, holding your phone horizontally as Lo’ak sits beside you giving a toothless smile for you guys’ final picture. “That’s better.” You say as you look back at all of the photos that you guys have taken together in the last hour. “How do you even work one of those things? What is it made for?” He asks you as his eyes stay plastered to the screen, trying to figure out how you manage to work it so fast.

“It’s kind of similar to the throat microphone that you guys use, but not really. We can call each other on it, listen to music, play games, text, take pictures like we just did, and record videos.” He nods his head as he carefully listens to you describe how to use a phone. “Can I hold it?” He asks you as he holds his large hand out and you place it in his hand as your answer. “It’s so small in my hand compared to yours.” He says as he inspects the phone, turning it around to see the backside. “That’s what she said.” You smirk, letting a small chuckle out at your joke. “That’s definitely not what you say to me.” He smirks back at you and you roll your eyes at his remark, knowing exactly what he’s referring to.

You and Lo’ak started out as friends, you could even go as far as saying that you became so close so fast that you considered him your best friend at the start of all this. Over these past few months, things changed quickly as your attraction for each other grew like wildfire. Your relationship wasn’t an actual relationship, but it wasn’t a friendship either. Lo’ak didn’t know the term for it, but you did. Your friend with benefits is what you considered him to be. He has been begging to become more than that every since you guys’ first time, he knew right then that he didn’t want anyone else having the experiences that he has with you, but you never accepted his offer knowing that one day you would have to leave Pandora and it would just hurt both of you in the end.

“Shut up! You are so cocky and I can’t stand it.” You laugh, lying flat out on your bed that you have near the lab. “That’s one thing that you love about me and you know it.” He responds back and you shake your head as a response. “Do you mind putting my phone on the charger over there? It’s about to die and I suddenly caught a cramp in my leg, I don’t think I can make it over there.” You whimper jokingly, lying to get him to do it for you, simply because you’re feeling lazy and you know he’ll do whatever you ask him to. “Cramp my ass. You just don’t feel like moving, Y/n. You are so lazy.” He chuckles before standing up to walk over to the table and put your phone on charge for you. You stare at the ceiling of your cot, waiting for Lo’ak to come sit back down beside you before you realize he’s been standing in that one spot for too long which makes you jot your eyes up to see what he’s up to. “What’s taking you so long, asshole?” You ask as you sit up and watch him slowly turn around to face you with something in his hand.

“What the fuck is this?” He asks you, a pair of thongs dangling from his long slender fingers. Your eyes widen in embarrassment “Oh my gosh! Lo’ak, put those down!” You yell out as you quickly run over to him and snatch them out of his hand, placing them back into your bag quickly. “Those are a type of panties called thongs. And why were you even snooping through my bag?” You hit him in his chest as you watch a devious smile spread on his face. “How come I’ve never seen you in these, huh? That’s not fair, I want to see them on you now.” He demands as he crosses his arms over his chest, staring down at you. “What? No, I am not putting those on just for your amusement, sir!” You say as you walk back to your bed. “Oh come on. I’ve never seen them before and I bet you look fucking amazing with these on. Just this one time please.” He begs with puppy dog eyes, and you give a low sigh. “You’re not going to stop until I put them on are you?” You ask and he smirks while he shakes his head.

You roll your eyes and stand back up, reaching underneath your dress to slip your panties off, but making sure that it doesn't rise up enough for him to see anything. Your panties fall to your feet and you kick them to the side, slipping the thong on and looking back to Lo’ak. “Happy now?” You ask him as you watch him come closer. “Turn around.” He demands as he twirls his finger in circles with his words. You turn around to face your bed and you feel his strong hands land on the bottom of your thighs, slowly moving upwards as he lifts the dress up with his every movement. His hands completely lift the bottom of your dress up, revealing the thong and you hear him groan behind you. “Your ass already looks great with nothing on, but this just made it 10x better.” You feel his hands firmly grip your ass, a moan leaving your lips already. “Take this off.” He says, speaking more so to himself as he takes your dress off the rest of the way, throwing it on the ground next to your panties.

“Wait. I’ve got an idea.” He says as you feel his hands completely leave your body and you watch him walk over to your phone, taking it off of the charger. “What are you doing?” You ask him as he walks back over to you, flipping you back around to face the bed. He puts your passcode in and finds the camera app, looking for the record button. “Bend over.” He commands as he places his hand in the middle of your back and pushes you into the bed so your ass is facing up. He presses the record button, pulling you back with one hand by your waist so you are pressed against his pelvis. You grind yourself against his hard dick that strains against his loincloth as he groans, knowing that if you keep this up he won’t be able to contain himself any longer.

“You love to fucking tease me, don’t you?” He chuckles, sending a hard smack to your plush ass. You hum in satisfaction, smirking at the situation you had just put yourself in, knowing that he hates being teased and played with. “Maybe I do.” You giggle at the thought of messing with him. “Keep on, baby. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight if you don’t stop right now.” He threatens you with a good time as he gives you a hard smack to your ass again, making you flinch. You pull your ass back up and throw it back hard as you hear him moan loudly, sharply inhaling after.

“That’s it.” He growls, stopping the recording and tossing the phone on the bed, quickly pulling his loincloth off of him and letting it fall on the ground. “I want to fuck you with your thong still on.” He says as he slides them to the side, needing no lubrication as you’re already soaking wet just from teasing him. “No foreplay today, yawne. I need to be inside of you right now.” He slides his pulsating dick up and down your wet folds before he slams into you, making you scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

His strokes are already fast and hard, holding you by your waist as he continuously slams into your cervix. “Lo’ak… I can’t t-take it.” You stutter out, not being able to speak properly from his hard thrusts. You reach your hand behind you, placing it on his torso in a weak attempt to slow him down, but he grips your arm in his warm hand and holds it there. “Yes you can, baby. You can take my dick. don’t push me away, you know it won’t work.” He moans, watching your ass ripple again this pelvis. He picks the phone back up, once again pressing record to catch you in your weakest moment. Weak under his touch, him not even giving you one minute to catch your breath while he fucks you senseless. “Fuck Lo… I-I’m going to c-cum.” you moan out as your eyes begin rolling to the back of your head so hard that you’re afraid they might get stuck there.

You feel him abruptly stop all movement and pull himself out of you with a popping noise, causing you to groan in frustration and look back at him. “No you’re not. You’re not cumming until I fucking tell you to.” He demands. He stops recording and picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. He walks over to your table and knocks everything off of it in one swipe before placing you on it. “You don’t need these anymore, baby. I want to watch this dick slide in and out of this pretty pussy until you fucking cum.” He whispers In your ear before leaving a small peck. Your pussy grips onto nothing as you moan at his words. You lift your hips up and he immediately grabbed the thong, sliding it down your legs slowly as he maintained sensual eye contact with you. Without a second to spare, he grabs his cock, sliding back into you nice and slow, throwing his head back and moaning as he bottoms out. “I love the way you wrap around me like this pussy was made just for me, and me only.” He pants out as he picks his pace back up to go just as fast as he did when he had you bent over the bed.

“It’s yours baby. It was made just for you and I only want to feel you inside me. N-No one-fuck!- no one else.” You whimper, and he smirks before shooting his hand up to your neck, placing a firm hold on it and bringing you forward to kiss him. The kiss is hungry, as if you guys had been starved of each other for weeks. You automatically open your mouth for him to slip his tongue inside, making you moan into the kiss. He breaks the kiss before bringing the phone back up, this time it’s directly in your face. “Is this what you wanted? Hm? You tease me so you can be fucked like the little slut that you are.” His thumb brushes over your soft lips, signaling for you to open your mouth, sucking on the digit.

“Fuck… you should see your pretty ass on camera. Such a little slut for me.” He chuckles. Your eyes roll as you feel your body coming close to the edge once again. “You’re my slut and no one else’s, got it? Say it. Say that shit right fucking now.” He slams himself harder into you as he takes his finger out of your mouth and you scream out. “Fuck! I’m your slut Lo’ak. I’m your slut and no one else’s.” you yell as your eyes flutter shut. “Mmm. Good girl. I love how needy you are for me.” He growls as he stops recording and throws the phone across the cot, onto your bed as he feels himself coming closer.

You feel the heat in the pit of your stomach bubbling as you arch your back, pushing your chest into Lo’ak’s. “Lo’ak… Can I cum now, please?” You beg as you feel yourself pulsating around him and he moans at the feeling. “Cum for me baby. Cum all over this dick so I can watch you go crazy on me.” He says as he takes his thumb and rubs circles on your clit, sending you into a frenzy. “Ahh fuck!” You moan as your eyes roll once again, your body stiffening as you squirt with each thrust, squelching sounds filling the room. “Shit.” He pants out as he rams his hips into you one last time, staying there as you feel him cumming deep inside of you.

You heavily pant as you look into each other's eyes, laughing at how exhausted both of you are. “You just squirted for the first time and I didn’t get to record that part.” He says, making you look down to see the mess you made. His lower abdomen is soaked, so are your thighs, and the ground underneath you. “I had no doubt that I would.” He brags, glancing down at the mess again before meeting your eyes. You feel your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment as you cover your face laughing. You can’t believe you just gave him the satisfaction of bragging about this, knowing that he’s never going to let it go. “Shut up!” You giggle as you push him in his chest before he grabs your face and kisses you again. He slowly pulls out of you, going in your bag and grabbing the wipes that you keep handy.

He wipes himself off, then he wipes you down before handing you your dress to slip back on while he puts his loincloth back on. “If you tell anybody what I just did you are so dead.” You tell him and he gives you that cocky smile that gives away the fact that he’s going to tell any and everybody who will listen. “You’ll just have to kill me baby because I’m definitely telling it.” He jokes and you roll your eyes before laughing. “skxawng. You are lucky that you’re cute.” You tell him as you stand up to face him, even though he towers over your small frame. “You might as well just date me. Please, I know you want to. You even said it yourself. I’m cute, I make you laugh. And let’s not forget….I give you the best dick of your life.” He smirks, convincing you now more than ever. You let out a sigh as you shake your head with a smile before looking back up at him.

“I mean…why not Sully?” His ears perk up at your response as you watch a bright smile light his face up. “See? You played hard to get but I knew you wanted me this entire time.” He says confidently as you both lay down on the bed together. “Oh whatever! You wish.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at him. He pulls you closer to him and cuddles you, staring into your eyes. “No need for wishing, I’ve got you right where I want you baby.” He says before planting another kiss on your lips. “You are such an asshole.” You laugh as you nuzzle your head into his chest, your eyes heavy as you slowly begin to drift off to sleep.

A/N: So first of all, thank you guys so much for liking my first story, I didn’t expect all the love and it makes me so happy!! 😭💕 I hope you love this one as well and let me know what you think. Also, if anyone has an request for stories that they would like for me to create, just let me know and I would be more than happy to do it! Enjoy you guys 🥰

(P.S. Can we just take a moment to appreciate how fine Lo’ak looks in this picture because what 🥹😭)

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seventeenytiny · 1 year

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✿ Spring Fever✿

Smut: Minors DNI

You and Hyunjin go for a walk through a local nature trail and things get pretty heated. Contains: public sex, fingering, female reader, slight name calling, squirting, unprotected sex (assume reader is on birth control)

Word Count: 1500

Author’s note: I am absolutely obsessed with the idea of Hyunjin and public sex. I apologize for this being a bit rough, I have no excuse, english is my first langue, I just suck at writing right now :))).

You take a deep breath, welcoming the fresh air into your lungs. The sunlight that you have missed all winter warms your skin as you listen to the birds chirping. You could hardly believe how much happiness blue skies could bring you after months of endless gray. You hold Hyunjin’s hand tightly as the two of you walk down the path of your favorite nature trail, placing kisses on each other's cheeks, simply enjoying the moment. The trail was quiet, it was a bit of a hidden gem in your town, not everyone knew about it. Long, overgrown grass surrounded the edges of the trail, offering a bit of privacy.

You notice a small trail that leads off the main one, a tiny clearing in the long grass, most likely made by a deer.

“Hyunjin, look, there's a little trail there. Can we go see where it leads to?”

He smiles and nods. “I think there might be a little pond that way, maybe we can find some frogs.”

Hyunjin takes the lead, pulling you behind him, protecting you from any cobwebs on the long grass. You admired his strong figure leading you, how could someone be so perfect? Hyunjin was hard to resist, you couldn't help yourself as reached forward, grabbing his ass. He takes a deep breath and stops. You can sense a change in demeanor, he stares straight ahead, his voice low, “You’re going to regret that.”

You don’t even have time to respond before he’s pulling you along again. His words send a tingling sensation straight to your core.

The two of you finally make it through the grass, the trail opens up to a small clearing and a large pond. You walk up to the edge of the pond, taking in the breathtaking view as Hyunjin holds you from behind.

“Look at the ducks over there. Aren’t they adorable?” you pointed out.

“Yeah... they’re cute,” he mumbles. While Hyunjin would generally be very interested in such a sight, his mind was elsewhere. He let you know what he was truly thinking about by slowly grinding into your ass. You tensed up for a second after feeling how hard he was before slowly relaxing into it. Hyunjin’s hand began to travel the front of your body, one hand grabbing your breast, the other pushing your hips closer to him. You relaxed completely against his body, letting him do whatever he wants. You tilt your head to the side to allow him to suck on your neck, knowing there would be little red marks for you to have to deal with later.

“Such a naughty girl... letting me touch you like this out here,” he whispers, his voice deep and sultry.

Too shy to answer, you pull away from his grasp, desperately grabbing his face to press your lips onto his. Your lips move against one another, his tongue slips into your mouth as he grabs your ass. You moan into his mouth, enjoying every second of his touch. You find yourself attempting to grind on his upper thigh, desperate to feel something down there.

Suddenly he freezes up, his hand goes up to your mouth to keep you silent. He leans close to your ear, “Be quiet, Princess.”

The two of you stay in that position for what felt like an hour, although it wasn't any longer than a minute. You wait until you hear the voices of the people walking by pass. The two of you had gotten so carried away, simply forgetting you were in public.

Hyunjin wastes little time getting back to work, his hand slips under your dress, feeling your wet panties. “Does my little Princess get turned on by the thought of other people catching her being a slut?” he coos into your ear.

His words make you melt, you’re so turned on but too shy to respond.

“I need to hear your words, Princess. Does the idea of me fucking you out here where anyone can see turn you on?” His finger slides past your panties, entering your soaking wet pussy. A quiet ‘yes’ slips past your lips, but that's not enough for him.

He slides another finger into you, thrusting them in and out, “What was that baby girl? I can’t give you anything more unless I know being a slut like this turns you on.”

“Fuck, Hyunjin, yes I love it, please just fuck me, I’m begging you.”

“That’s what I needed to hear baby girl, take your panties off for me, please.”

You quickly slip off your panties as he undoes his pants, he pulls them down just enough to release his cock. You watched with eagerness as his hard cock springs up from the confines of his pants. He gives himself a few pumps before he pushes you up against a nearby tree. He looks around to make sure no one is nearby before he lifts your skirt up, teasing your entrance with his cock.

“I need you to be quiet, okay Princess?”

You nod in reply, both of your hands are up against the tree to help keep you steady. He places one hand over your mouth to help stifle any possible moans, his other hand around his cock as he guides it to your entrance. He pushes into you, you're thankful for the hand that covers your mouth as you let out the most sinful sound.

“Shhhh I know it's hard baby girl, you gotta be quiet.”

After giving you a second to adjust to him, he begins to move. His cock stretches you out in the best way possible. You manage to keep quiet, the only thing you can hear is the wet squelching sound as he thrusts in and out of your pussy.

Hyunjin whispers into your ear, “Listen to how wet you are, you really are a slut, letting me fuck you wherever I want.”

“Hyunjin... you're going to make me cum if you keep talking like that.”

Your voice is already unsteady, losing yourself in pleasure. Hyunjin reaches around you, drawing little circles on your clit as he continues to thrust in and out.

“Are you going to cum already? I had no idea how kinky my little Princess was...”

He continues on for a bit before picking up the pace, his hips snapping into yours at an all-new speed.

“I’m gonna cum...”

“Do it, I got you, Princess.” He places a kiss behind your ear, his warm breath tickling you, your mind starts to go blank.

You feel the heat in your core build up as your legs start to shake, you decide to not hold back anymore, letting your orgasm wash over you. You can feel your juices running down your leg, more and more coming out with each thrust. You can’t believe you're actually squirting, you’ve never been able to do it before. Your cum continues to pour out of you as you get lost in pleasure.

Hyunjin feels your wetness coat his cock, soaking his jeans. He’s dreamed of the moment of being able to make you squirt, and now it's finally happening. Your orgasm triggers his own, he grunts into your ear as he fills you with his cum. He gives you a couple more thrusts as he rides out the pleasure before slowly pulling out.

He holds you tightly against his body as you regain your balance after your intense orgasm. He pulls away only to watch the mixture of his and your cum drip out of you into the earth beneath you.

You turn to him, only to see the front of his jeans wet from your orgasm. You start apologizing, but he cuts you off by kissing your lips deeply.

“Don’t even try to apologize Y/N, that was the hottest shit I've ever seen,”

You blush before kissing him again, “I love you Hyunjin.”

“I love you too Princess, let's get cleaned up.”

The two of you help the other clean up, you grab the panties you discarded earlier to try to soak up the excess dampness on his pants before using them to wipe yourself dry. You tuck the dirty panties into your purse to deal with later, deciding to finish the walk home with nothing on underneath. Hyunjin takes his zip-up hoodie off and ties it around his waist, using it to cover most of the wet stain on his pants.

The two of you look at the lake one last time before finishing your walk home. He wraps his arm around you and places a kiss on your temple.

“So do you wanna come back here for a walk tomorrow? Maybe we can actually look for frogs.”

You giggle, “I have a feeling we will never be able to come back to this spot just to look for frogs.”

Hyunjin grabs your hand and begins to lead you back to the main path of the trail.

“Oh yeah, you were right Y/N, those ducks were actually pretty cute earlier.”

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haetkeeper · 2 years

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cardio

lee haechan x female reader < 2.6k

summary — haechan doesn’t really frequent the gym often, but he decides to go with johnny just this once. but because you were there, it’s safe to say that he’ll probably be back again.

tags — fem!reader x haechan / hc is a little bit perverted for this ( but so is reader ) / reader + hc are kind of into each other from the getgo / hc is actually kind of nice in this fic????

smut — unprotected sex ( don’t be stupid ), shower sex, fingering, oral both m!&f! receiving, praising f! receiving , slapping, cream pie

authors note — kinda rushed this one, did it within the span of one day which is so fast for me lol, not proof read sorry for mistakes

haechan had no interest in going to the gym with johnny. every time he does, he finds himself too exhausted to continue, meanwhile johnny isn't even halfway through his workout. he'd much rather stay home and play video games until the sun comes up, but tonight was different.

he and johnny had been playing overwatch for hours, but once it was gym time, he was left all alone. you can only play so many games by yourself, before boredom overcomes you. so what does he do? he lets johnny convince him to tag along.

the streets were quiet, and gym quieter, only the occasional lonely soul to be seen driving by or exiting the building. no wonder johnny enjoys coming at this hour, considering the privacy it welcomes.

they both put their headphones in, johnny immediately making use of a weight machine, and haechan starting on a floor yoga mat in order to stretch.

time passes, half an hour now, and haechan feels that his legs will turn to jelly if he spends one more minute on the treadmill machine.

he wipes at his forehead with a hand towel, and the gym door rattles, gaining his attention into its direction, no one but you entering through it.

he's immediately encapsulated by your appearance, focusing on the ponytail that swings on your neck, and the sports bra that sits over your torso, while athletic shorts hug your thighs.

you have headphones in of your own, and you march right over to a mat to stretch, paying no mind to either of the men who share the space with you.

haechan is curious about you, intrigued even. he quickly puts two and two together, believing that maybe, you're paying no mind to them, because you come here often enough to have seen johnny before.

he walks over to johnny, where he's lifting dumbbells the size of haechans head, and taps on his shoulder to release him from the hold of his music.

johnny raises an eyebrow and removes his airpod.

"hey, do you know her?" haechan immediately asks, discretely referencing to you over his shoulder with his thumb.

peeking around haechans figure, johnny takes you in.

"know her? no, but she's always here when I am, must have the same workout schedule." he states, and haechan responds with nothing but an 'ahh' in understanding.

"why?" johnny smiles, although he already knows the answer.

you've now moved from the yoga mat to the squat bar, loading up the poles with weight.

haechan sighs, watching as you squat with the bar over your shoulders, bending down with your ass out behind you. "she's pretty, that's all." haechan gulps, sitting down into a workout bench next to where johnny is currently stationed.

"go say hi." johnny chuckles, pointing his chin into your direction. and before haechan can detest to the dare, johnny returns his airpod to his ear, once again shutting the boy out.

there's no way haechan could approach you, not at this hour, nor at this location. he's heard the many horror stories of men who won't leave women alone at the gym, and he knows how fearful you may become if he strays too closely.

he decides against it all, pushing you to the back of his mind and returning to the workout he came here for. he stays where he is, pumping his biceps with hand weights, although they're only half the size of johnny's dumbbells.

tuning you out as best as he can, with the burning pain in his arms, and the blasting music in his ears, he desperately ignores the way your body moves. you use a leg machine now, and haechan has to shut his eyes; in order to blind himself to the way your thigh muscles quiver and shake with fatigue.

the current song to blast in his ears comes to an end, and through the silent pause between it and the next one, haechan can hear you— oh my god, grunting through the pain. a simple throaty groan escaping your throat with each thrust of the machine, it sounds so pretty, he thinks.

he can't do this anymore, his arms weak and body hot; he needs a cold shower. so he snatches a towel from his lightly packed gym bag and heads for the washroom.

as you lay back against the leather machine, he walks near you, heavy breaths puffing in his chest, and a drop of sweat coming down his temple; he's the most gorgeous boy you've ever seen.

in the split second that he passes by, you catch his gaze, and before you can muster a friendly smile, he quickly glances away. you frown, your ego slightly injured by the way this cute boy must not be as intrigued by your appearance as you are of his.

but his heart beats so heavily, impossibly more affected by you now, a plethora of butterflies fluttering in his stomach as proof of it.

he strips quickly as soon as his sandals hit the tile floor, letting the freezing cold water wash away his white hot thoughts of you. he thanks god that the throbbing sensations had not yet drifted to his pants, because the tent that could've pitched itself there would have been unmistakable.

it's several minutes later until he finally feels cooled off, and begins to lather away his gym sweat with soap. finally, he's composed, hoping now that you've finished your workout and will be gone when he exits the shower. but as he steps into the unisex sink and water-fountain common area, there you are.

you're refilling a personal water bottle at the fountain, and glance over to him. his hair is damp and cheeks flushed to a rosy pink color, and the friendly smile you suppressed earlier now finds home in your expression.

"evening." you say softly, reverting your eyes back down to the fountain. "evening." he responds with a bow, before turning to look at himself in the mirror next to you.

"do you come to this gym often?" you ask, hoping the cute boy doesn't find you too inquisitive for his taste. "sometimes, yeah." he says, glancing to you in the mirror reflection.

"that's weird, I feel like I'd remember you." you mumble. there's a slight teasing manner in your tone, and he must notice it too, because it has him spinning to face you, taking it as a green light. "i'm haechan."

you smirk widely, continuing the game "and I, have some cardio to get back to." you turn away, but he's quick to jump in front of you.

his face his just inches away from your own, "cardio? I can help with that." and his voice is deeper and huskier now than you'd heard it before.

you back away from him, heart racing from his mere proximity, "you can help?" you ask, stepping backwards toward the female shower room.

"I promise," he's taking baby steps after you, gaze dark and focused on you, "I'm sure it'll have you sore tomorrow." he smirks, and your panties are surely soaked now.

he's followed you into the room, and you turn the shower knob, slowly steaming up the room—if it wasn't getting there already. "and what if I'm not sore tomorrow?" you ask, kicking off your sneakers and playing with the waistband of your shorts.

he throws his shirt across the room, revealing a toned stomach and happy trail down to his pelvis. "then you can call me, and we'll try something a little more," he pauses for dramatic effect, raising an eyebrow with his words, "high intensity."

you drop to your knees, and haechans head spins when you're grasping at the material of his shorts. "I say no, but let's see if you can change my mind." you say in a tone as sexy and dirty as you can muster, so he pulls his shorts down to kick them off, and your jaw goes slack at the mere size of the bulge in his boxers.

he's teasing you now, letting you rub his thighs and dig your fingernails into the skin as he slowly reveals the tip of his cock. you're drooling as the red tip peeks over the fabric, and it just—keeps—going as he whips it out, so long and thick.

as soon as his boxers are fully removed, you immediately lick a fat stripe up his shaft, following a bulging and meandering vein up to his angry tip. he hisses at the contact, gripping one hand to your jaw, and the other around the base of your ponytail.

you lick his hole, collecting the beads of precum that drip there, before sucking just the tip into your lips. he moans so vocally and prettily, you have to squeeze your thighs together in order to keep yourself sane.

he guides you down his length, your mouth so full of his thick sex, and it's quickly hitting the back of your throat. you bob your head just like that, from tip to base, letting your throat take the assault at his mercy.

you fondle his balls, soft and maintained pubic hair between your fingertips, "fuck you're so good at this." he groans along to the sensation, and you moan in return.

he twitches in your mouth as you vocalize over his cock, and you pull off of him quickly. a long and wet strand of your spit and his precum connects your lip to his tip as you back away from it, so stiff and standing tall.

cursing again, haechan uses the hand that grips your ponytail to drag you to your feet. his lips smash against yours, not a care in the world for the taste of himself on your tongue. he's gripping your left breast over the material of your sports bra, and you pump his hard cock from where you stand.

it's so messy and wet, you're moaning into each other's mouths, and he fumbles with the sports bra over your chest, eager to get you just as unclothed as he is.

you back into the shower stream, now getting soaked with water without priority for your wet clothes. you remove the bra, and haechan admires what's been revealed underneath, immediately attacking your right nipple with kisses. he's sucking and nipping at the bud, kneading so hard at the left breast with fervor, he's surely to bruise it.

you cry out at the pleasure, wrapping both hands into his hair and tugging at the roots. growing impatient now, you remove your shorts and panties in one swift movement, tossing them away, and gripping haechan by the neck.

he peers up at you from your chest, a mischievous glint in his eye before descending lower. he spreads you open, lifting one of your thighs and instructing you to rest it on his shoulder.

with a fat lick, he takes you in from bottom to top, entrance to clit, getting a good first taste of you. his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he basks in the noise of your pornstar-esque moans.

"so fucking sweet." he sucks at your sex, wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub and tonguing at the entrance, shaking his head back and forth for your pleasure. you cry out at the sensation, eyes welling with tears as the warm water washes over your body.

he prods at your hole with a singular middle finger, before sliding it in effortlessly through your slick walls, and it doesn't take long until you're writhing in pleasure and he's pumping his digit in and out of you at high intensity.

it's washing over you all at once, and he's persistent with his licks, flicking his tongue over your clit at high speed, "don't stop!" you're chanting over and over again when you come undone over his chin.

he barely gives you a moment to catch your breath, cornering you against the shower walls, sucking on his own finger once, and sticking it into your mouth a second. your pussy is dripping with slick, all pink and abused, when he's teasing your entrance with his tip.

he pushes in, stretching your walls with a white hot burning sensation, "do you need a drink of water?" he asks sincerely, half of his length prodding into you, yet his round eyes are wide and peering into your own. "I hear you should stay hydrated during cardio." his genuine expression slowly turning devilish as he speaks.

"shut up and fuck me." you choke out, and he chuckles in response, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, and lifting your right leg around his waist.

he swings his hips back and forth, pistoning himself in and out of you at a pleasurable pace. while mouthing at your neck, "god, you feel so good." he's hissing and groaning as you clench your walls around him, and you feel nothing but euphoric when he toys at your clit with his free hand.

you're so close to cumming for a second time, when he pulls out of you suddenly, tugging you off of the wall and spinning your body around in order to hit it from the back. you sob at the loss of his fat member inside of you, whining for him to put it back in, and he's grinning from ear to ear.

he digs his fingernails into your hips, whilst you place both your hands over the shower walls for stability. he lines himself up before slamming back into your gummy walls, the both of you feeling impossibly better to each other than before.

harder and harder, he rocks into you, one hand leaving your hip in pursuit of your breast. he tugs at the nipple from behind, and you’re left defenseless with both hands on the walls.

"i'm so close," haechan notifies you, and you're fucking yourself off of the shower tiles in order to meet his thrusts, "can I fill you up?" he asks, and the question pushes you over the edge.

“god yes, fuck yes please!” you’re nearly screaming in pleasure as your convulsing pussy squeezes him harshly, and he growls at the feeling.

his thrusts are staggering, whole body shaking in ecstasy as he shoots white ropes of cum into you. he’s grasping at both cheeks of your ass, and lands a smack to the right one.

you’re both panting through the shower steam, and he fucks into you so slowly now, still milking his cock of every last drop, his cum still somehow pouring out of his tip and filling you up.

you can barely move when he finally pulls out, so empty and muscles so spent, you fear that you won’t be able to walk. haechans touch feels gentle now, ghosting your hip in order to turn you back towards him. “are you okay?” he asks, his round doe eyes that were once so dark and lustful, now a puppy dog brown.

you smile at him, pressing a kiss to his rosy cheek, “call you tomorrow?” and his expression suddenly mimics yours, a toothy grin playing at his lips.

when haechan enters his shared bedroom with johnny, the man wears nothing but a white bathrobe, and jumps up to greet him. “dude! where have you been?” his tone is half-sarcastic, half-serious.

haechan sets his gym bag onto the wooden floor, and jumps into bed, “nowhere.” he responds, also half-sarcastic, half-serious.

“did you talk to that girl?” johnny asks, and haechan pulls his phone out of his pocket in order to look disinterested. “yeah, she’s a real sweetheart.”

but johnny doesn’t let him get off that easily, “well I peeked into the mens showers to tell you I was leaving, but you weren’t there, so where’d you go?”

haechan turns over in bed, pulling the sheets up to his chin and smirking to himself. “just went out for some extra cardio, don’t worry about it.”

#whew #haechan smut #haechan x reader #haechan au #haechan x you #donghyuck x reader #donghyuck x you #donghyuck au #nct dream smut #nct127 smut #lee donghyuck smut

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frenchfrywrites · 6 months

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Lights out

MINORS DNI

Warnings: dom top amab gn reader, sub bottom Michael Myers, shower sex, piss!, unmasked mikey, spit and soap as lube, (reader has hair.. I usually try to avoid defining physical features but yeah..)

Anyone else may have assumed their power had gone out if the lights suddenly turned off while they were in the shower. Anyone else may have screamed- or worse, slipped- but for you the occurrence is a signal of sorts.

You wait with bated breath as you hear shuffling coming from the other side of the shower curtain. A dark shadow grows against the fabric as a figure nears and pauses, then suddenly the screeching of metal reverberates throughout the room as the curtain is pulled back.

You exhale slowly as the figure enters the shower with you.

“Hi Michael,” you wrap your hands around his waist and he leans back into you easily. In the dark, facing away from you, is the only way that he’ll let you be around him with his mask off. You kiss his neck, taking advantage of the now exposed skin that’s normally covered.

He lets you hold him for a moment, warming up in the water before he takes your hands in his. Michael, never the one to beat around the bush, guides one of your hands to his crotch, where you find that he’s fully erect.

“Oh? Did you come find me because you want me to take care of this?” you ask teasingly, circling your hand around his length and squeezing him affectionately. Micheal nods, rubbing his ass against you. “You’re so cute,” you coo, letting go of his waist to run your hand up his slick body, and he scoffs out a soft laugh at your words.

You pause at his nipple, squeezing and pulling on it. He arches into your touch, silently telling you he wants more. He shows his appreciation by moaning when you rub your thumb along his tip. “Feels good?” Michael nods, and you reward him with a gentle nip against his neck. “So eager you couldn’t even wait for me to finish my shower,” you muse lightheartedly. He nods at that too, like it was a question.

In the bathroom, every noise echos. Though the sound of the shower water covers some of them, you’re able to hear more of Michael's soft moans and whimpers as you stroke his cock and mindlessly play with his chest.

It’s not long before he tenses against you, and you think that he’s cumming. A choked sound comes from his mouth, and your hand is coated with a liquid that’s hotter than the shower water and feels undeniably different from the cum you were expecting. You peek over his shoulder to find that Michael is pissing.

“Oh baby,” you coo, stroking him as his stream wets both your hand and his groin. Michael covers his face with his hands, and you can feel his skin heat against your body, letting you know he’s blushing.

“Fuck,” you breathe as his stream dies down, Michael whines softly behind his hands, and if you weren’t paying such close attention to him, you’d miss it.

“That feel good too?” you gently tease, but he grunts roughly, pushing you away. “Hey, woah,” you reach out, touching him gently, “I was just teasing Mikey, I’m sorry,” he looms over you in the dark, but you’re not afraid for a second. “I thought it was hot,” you tell him honestly, “I liked you…” and what you want to say is “being vulnerable” but you imagine that Michael won’t respond great to that, so instead you finish with, “letting go like that.”

Michael doesn’t move, but relaxes under your touch. “I want to continue, if you want to,” you try, giving him an out even though you’re so wound up you think you’d cry a bit if he left.

Of course, he pauses for a moment, tilting his head as he considers your words. Each second that passes feels like hours. It’s times like these where you really wish you could read Michael’s mind. Finally he nods once, then returns to your personal space, resuming the position you were in earlier.

“Feel how much I liked it?” you ask, rubbing your cock against his ass. Michael’s breath hitches, and he slowly nods, like he’s still unsure if you’re being serious or not. You return to stroking his dick, frotting yourself against him, “the way you tensed under me and got all embarrassed was so hot,” you praise, “I wanna see you do it again.” Michael lets out a heavy breath, grinding himself back against you.

“Do you want to do it again? Let me watch as you piss?” He lets out a choked sound, and once again tenses under you. This time he really does cum, dirtying the shower wall and jerking his hips roughly into your hold, chasing his pleasure. You help him through it, your dick throbbing because you know he’s clenching and fluttering around nothing, when he could be around your cock.

“Can I eat you out?” you ask breathlessly when he goes flaccid and still in your arms. He chokes, then whines, grinding back against your hard cock. You groan, sinking to your knees.

Michael steps his legs open wider, making room for you. You take his ass into your hands, pulling his cheeks apart to reveal his hole. Squeezing his flesh in your palms, Michael’s breath hitches, and he steadies himself by putting his arms on the shower wall.

You press your face forward and lick at his hole, reveling in the way that Michael moans quietly, and twitches under you. It’s hard not to dig right in, but you don’t want to overstimulate him, so you run your tongue over and circle his hole until he takes matters into his own hands– literally. Getting fed up with the teasing, Michael turns his body enough so he can press his hand against the back of your skull, and give you a not-so-subtle push.

Taking the hint, you press your tongue inside of him, wiggling it around so you can stretch him open. Michael’s grip on your head softens as he melts from the pleasure, a low rumbling groan leaving his body and echoing against the walls.

One of your hands eventually drifts from his ass, reaching around and finding that he’s hard again already. You give him a couple good strokes before leaving him aching. Instead, your hand goes to meet your mouth, where you press a finger in his ass, alongside your tongue. Michael very nearly keens, but stops you from hearing the sound by covering his mouth.

With Michael's hand gone from your head, you’re able to pull back a bit, and get a second finger inside of him. He opens up so well for you.

“Your body is so easy for me tonight,” you muse softly; so softly that if you weren’t sure that he’d cling to any and every sound you make, you’d worry he wouldn’t hear you over the sound of the shower water. “Want more than my tongue? More than my fingers?” he nods, jerking his hips. You moan, “could fuck you right now with how loose you are, slip in with no lube, and use you,” your dirty talk has Michael clenching hard around you. “Maybe another night,” you hum, “wouldn’t want you bitching about the soreness in the morning,” he lets out a grunt at that, and you laugh.

He’s relaxed from the hot water soothing his muscles, and with the help of your spit it’s not long before you’re able to easily slip a third finger into his hole. It’s good that he’s nearly ready for you, because he’s getting worryingly impatient. Michael squeezes around your fingers, his hands curling into fists where they’re stationed on the shower wall.

You bite into the meat of his ass, and Michael moans, clenching like a vice around you. The bite mark throbs and stings, distracting him as you slip your fingers from his hole. You spit on his entrance, getting him wet again, before you rise to your feet.

Luckily, you have some scent free liquid soap that will have to pass as lube. Squirting some onto your cock, you then hold onto Michael’s hips, pressing your skin flush against him.

You kiss his shoulder lovingly as you line your dick up with his hole. You rub it against him teasingly, until he reaches back and tugs your hair roughly.

“Ow! Jesus Mikey, all you had to do was say please,” you goof, pressing your hips forward. Michael inhales sharply when your cock head pushes into his hole, his hand dropping from your head. “Oh I know darling, I know,” the mix of spit and soap are helping, but they certainly do not compare to lube. “You’re taking me so well, let me know if it hurts too much,” you don’t doubt that he won’t.

It takes some time, with you obsessively monitoring Michael’s reactions, for you to fully press your dick within him. You refuse to let him rush you, so you pause for an agonizingly long time for him to adjust to the intrusion.

It’s not until Michael tries his best to hump your dick that you start to move. “God, you’re so needy,” you coo, squeezing his hips. Michael grunts quietly, resting his forehead against the shower wall as he lets you slowly fuck into him.

You’d like to take it slow and sweet, and you do for a minute or two, but you didn’t get the release that Michael did earlier, and you’re starting to feel particularly on edge. Again, you listen and look for any sign of discomfort from him as you begin to pick up the pace. You’re rewarded with a small high pitched keen.

“Shit, feels good huh?” You murmur as you begin to fuck him deep and hard, pushing him up against the wall. “Ah, sweet thing, such a cockslut,” he clenches hard around you, one of his hands dropping down to meet where yours are holding onto his hips. He holds onto your wrist, clenching hard. You love how clingy he gets when you fuck him, it’s like he can’t get off unless he’s holding or clinging onto you.

Michael’s breathing grows ragged and heavy, echoing against the shower wall. With every soft moan that escapes his lips between his breaths, your climax gets closer and closer.

“I’m close, baby,” Michael’s breath hitches at your warning, knocking his hips back roughly against yours. “Want me to fill you up? Fu-uh-ck you full then clean you out?” he nods, squeezing around you. You let your hand move from his hip to his dick, jerking him off in time with your thrusts. “I’ll eat your sloppy hole out again, ngh, get you out of this shower and take you to the bed, make you- hah- sit on my face,” you ramble. Michael’s length throbs and twitches in your hold, and you know he’s close.

He cums first, jerking his hips violently and erratically as you abuse his prostate. You follow, nearly immediately after you hear a whisper of your name between Michael’s gasping breaths. You keep your promise, fucking his ass full of your cum as you pound him into the shower wall.

Michael’s knees nearly buckle once the adrenaline wears off, but he quickly regains his footing. You kiss his neck tenderly, giving him a moment to recollect himself, before you pull out.

In the end, you don’t eat him out, and instead finger your cum out of him, getting him properly clean in the– surprisingly– still warm shower water.

Once he’s squeaky clean, Michael covers your eyes aggressively, and pushes his lips against yours sloppily, his best try at a kiss. And then without a word he’s gone. He leaves the shower, and you can hear him drying off before you’re left with silence. Smiling, you give him a head start, and then follow him out of the shower. Your water bill is going to be abysmal this month, but you can’t find it within yourself to care when the reward is a kiss from Haddonfield’s Boogeyman.

#cw piss #cw shower sex #spice #sub michael myers #couldnt finish kinktober... but heres a halloween fic teehee

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w1ldthoughts · 9 months

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Super Secret Kisses

Series Masterlist

Synopsis: The Jack Harlow Foundation hosts a benefit gala and personally requests a certain company to be in charge of putting the event together.

a/n: The calm before the storm.

“If we’re going to add this organization to fully support in the future, then this gala will be a great introduction to that.” Jack says from his seat at the head of the table. They had finally taken the time to organize this meeting to head another event for his foundation and expand upon his community reach.

“Prominent Youth of America, Inc. is the perfect organization for this cause, but putting together an entire gala in 10 days is going to take some work.” His mom announced. “We have to find a venue and figure out who’s going to cater and we just don’t have the manpower to get all of this up and running with everyone being so busy.”

A lightbulb went off in the artist’s head. “You let me handle all of the gala stuff. All you guys need to do is contact our donors and get a solid guest list going so we can meet our fundraising goal.”

They needed an event planning team and luckily, he knew just who to call.

24 hours later, Zoey and her team landed in Louisville and got to work. Sloane was the venues and sculptures expert who contacted and reserved the Louisville Slugger Museum and Factory for their Night at the Museum Themed event.

“Let’s also see if we can do some relatively large Easter Island statues. I’ll call Ike right now and he’ll have the materials shipped tomorrow so we can get to work on those.” Zoey voiced, checking each person’s work station to ensure that they were meeting their deadlines. Jack walked in immediately after, Urban and Neelam trailing behind him but she hadn’t noticed because she was talking to Molly, her floral arrangement extraordinaire.

The trio took the time to greet everyone on the team and thank them for working so hard with such short notice. When they finally got to the visionary herself, she was telling Molly that she agreed with her suggestion to place white carnations on every table. Everything was already starting to come together.

“You just be Zoey, I’m Neelam, Jack’s day-to-day manager. It’s so nice to meet you.” The short brunette beamed at her. She shook her hand with a bright smile of her own, stealing a glance at the man behind her. She gave Urban a hug and told him it was nice to see him again and did the same to Jack, except she didn’t want to let go and he had a handful of her ass. He was lucky nobody noticed.

Jo, the photographer for the event pulled Urban off to the side and Neelam chatted with Oliver about final details regarding the dessert menu. Zoey and Jack stayed with Liam to go over party favors and swag bags.

“So,” the trained baker began, “we have these gorgeous marble macarons, German chocolate on one side and vanilla bean on the other with a smooth caramel crème filling.”

He looked up from his sample at the two people standing behind him, both of their arms crossed. They nodded in approval and Liam happily got back to work. Jack’s phone rang and he stepped out of the room to answer the call while Sloane found Zoey and pulled her into another small office they’d been using.

“Zo…Are you fucking Jack Harlow?” She asked bluntly. In their three years working alongside each other she’d never been one to mince words.

“What the hell would make you ask me that?” She responds, trying to keep her tone normal.

“Because he just touched you.”

“Touched me?”

Sloane cocked her head to the side. “Girl please you know what I’m talking about. I was walking over to you and he answered his phone and left.” Her coworker continued to give her a blank look. “He left, but not before brushing his big ass hand along your back. Bitch you didn’t even flinch! My coochie would’ve screamed if he touched me like that.”

Zoey hasn’t even noticed. Probably because compared to how he usually touched her? That was extremely tame.

The girl had to come up with something and it needed to be quick. “You know that man is friendly with everyone! And we’ve met before so he was probably just being a flirt. Mani had a party a few months ago and we talked a little bit there. That’s how we got this job probably, you know she’s always looking out for me.” She lied through her teeth.

“We should probably get back to work though, we have so much to do and so little time to do it. Do you need anything from me before you go?”

That seemed to have Sloane convinced enough, which worked for her for the time being. Zoey let out a deep breath, parking herself in a chair and was rubbing her temples when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” She muttered. Whoever it was decided to lock the door behind them but the migraine that was brewing in her brain didn’t allow her to question anything.

A warm hand found it’s way between her shoulder blades. She knew that touch from anywhere. It almost just got her interrogated by a wannabe FBI agent. “You okay Zozo? Headache?” Jack asks, his voice bathed in worry. He sets down her water bottle that she left in the other room, the original reason why he’d gone to look for her in the first place.

She looks up to meet his baby blues, whispering a small “thank you” for the water. “Just a little one. Should probably eat lunch soon.”

“Lunch?” He caresses her cheek. “It’s 3pm Stink, you haven’t eaten since 8am?”

“I had some grapes earlier?” She tries to defend, earning a very disapproving look.

He reaches into his pocket to grab his keys. “I’m gonna go get you something to eat and I’m not taking no for an answer. Can’t have my baby out here starving and overworked. Not on my watch.”

“Fine,” she relented, letting him press a short kiss on her jawline.

How was she not supposed to keep falling for him more every waking second when he did things like this?

She pushed down her feelings and continued to go about her work week, internally cursing herself every time she and Jack crossed paths. Sometimes she’d look up and he would be staring at her and he somehow always managed to find her in the hallway to sneak in a kiss…or thirty. It was juvenile but exhilarating. The day before the gala Jack was in a meeting across town so Zoey could really focus on every last minute detail. She looked over the concept photos they’d be auctioning off with Urban to make final selections.

“You’re gonna have to make the first move you know.” He said with a dry laugh. It was almost a scoff but with a lot less vim behind it.

The woman was taken aback. “Urban what are you—”

“Oh, cut the bullshit. You can’t bullshit a bullshitter. And y’all two? Y’all ain’t slick. Like, at all. I’ve been waiting to see it in person and it’s so much worse than what I pictured.”

“Look,” he continued, placing a hand on her shoulder. “DK said you’re like his little sister but like in brother form cause you can hoop and sling a football like no other. His words.”

“He’s rude but I’ll address that with him later…you keep going.”

The photographer chuckles at her response. “Okay but forreal, with Jack? He’s too pussy to admit how fucking in love with you he is so you’ve gotta make the first move.”

“He‘s—he’s not falling in love with me.”

“Oh Zoey, my sweet baby girl. That man is in deep. With you. Down bad. Horrendous even. I’ve known him for most of my life and I know enough to see that things changed for him when we met you at that party. I just didn’t know he’d actually made it happen. Now that I have the confirmation I needed, I’m here to tell you that you gotta be the grownup here because he’s just going to get comfortable doing all this boyfriend shit without actually giving it a label.”

“And you? You deserve more than a few seemingly discreet make out sessions and a Caesar salad. Yes, I know all about that and no he doesn’t know that I know.” He shrugged.

“Urban you are terrifying but you’re right. Thank you.”

He pulled her in for a hug and wished her luck, whenever she was ready to have the conversation. The only thing is, she didn’t know if she would ever be ready to burst this little delusional bubble they’d been in for the last 3 months. Real life in the real world would be hitting them soon though, she could feel it.

Throwing together an extremely stunning gala in ten days had to be one of the most exhilarating moments of her life. Everything had turned out exactly the way she wanted and looked even better in person. Zoey and her team even had their own table at the event as a gift from The Jack Harlow Foundation.

“Zoey Mason? Hi! Just wanted to make sure you were really you. You’re the reason all of this was possible and I have to say that I’m beyond impressed. This evening has been nothing short of spectacular and I just had to come over and introduce myself, I’m Maggie Harlow.”

The woman immediately stood up and cleared her throat. “Yes that’s—that’s me. It’s so nice to meet you Mrs. Harlow and thank you so much for the kind words. I’m glad everything worked out and we can get all of these donors in one place. Jack is really doing all he can to give back to the city and it’s people and I really admire that.”

Maggie smiled and it reminded Zoey so much of him. It was such a surreal feeling to be standing in front of his mom given that he was a literal carbon copy of her. “He’s always been like that, so generous and willing to take others with him. I’m just so proud of him. All the time. Anyway, it was really nice to meet you, you and your team are very talented and I hope to see you again.” She pulled her in for a heartwarming hug that was gladly received.

“Thank you so much for your kind words and yes please don’t hesitate to reach out.”

Jack walked in to mingle with some of the guests, secretly looking around the room. The curly haired man felt as if time had stopped at the sight of his girl. He needed to go see her, he need to go t—

“Mr. Harlow, I’d like to introduce you to tonight’s keynote speaker.” He sighed, only on the inside and walked toward the table he was being directed to.

It was about four hours before they were actually alone together. On the roof, in a secret room on the other side of the stairs.

“You look absolutely delectable tonight. I can’t wait to take this dress off later. With my teeth.” He whispered in her ear, his warm breath instantly making her core body temperature skyrocket.

She gave him a chaste kiss, softly celebrating their moment alone, basking in the comfort of his embrace. It was like she could taste his joy, feeling him nibble on her bottom lip just a bit as he pulled away grinning from ear to ear.

“Everything just feels so easy with us. You’re not one of those girls that just wants to complicate everything by suggesting labels and shit. That’s why I fuck with you. There’s no pressure or anything. It’s just you and me.”

Her heart dropped into her stomach and Zoey was so glad she didn’t finish her dinner or she’d probably be sick right about now. So much for Urban’s pep talk about honesty.

“Yep. No pressure here, it’s just…us.”

She really needed to establish what the fuck “us” even meant. But that sounded like another battle for another day. A few more days if ignorance being bliss wouldn’t hurt…would it?

#jack harlow #jack harlow x oc #jack harlow fanfic #jackman thomas harlow #jack x zoey #jack harlow imagine

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sleepisaturn · 2 years

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“ Baby, it's 3:00 am ”

PAIRING—natasha romanoff x fem!reader

SUMMARY—A night out with Natasha will never not be a thing you need

WARNINGS—established relationship, pure fluff, non-sexual nudity (skinny-dipping), avenger!reader w/ powers connected to light, Natasha being absolutely in love

A/N—I'm just so gay for Natalia Alianovna Romanova

" really? what are you Rogers 2.0? " Natasha teased seeing you assault the punching bag, throwing continued punches with no plan on stopping.

" it's efficient in getting my feelings out, Natty " You answered back, not stopping your punches even as you feel the numbness of your knuckles and the ache on your legs as you've been at the gym for approximately two hours now.

" I wake up expecting to find you beside me, detka " responded Natasha, tilting her at your obviously stressed form.

" I'm fine "

" you're not fine "

" ... I—I'm not fine " you replied defeatedly, not continuing to your punch as you lean against the punching bag, knowing your girlfriend knew you all too well. Feeling tired and sweaty, you drop down on the gym floor, calming down your breathing as you feel the need for a cold beverage.

Natasha, in the perfect moment really did know you all too well, that you'd need a cold drink to soothe your thirst. She knew your habit, similar to the blonde supersoldier who used working out as an outlet for stress. She smiles as she sees your wide grin, feeling the cold can of cola she placed on your neck.

You smile at each other as her long wavy red hair slightly tickles your face, she looks down from her position, your face covered in sweat yet still finding you absolutely ethereal. You gaze into her beautiful green eyes from above, finding the view of her outlined by the single lamp lit on truly breathtaking. She could take your breath away more than a hundred push ups could ever.

Natasha and you drank the cold cans of cola while walking along the dark paths of the compound, after you took a quick shower. Accompanied by the little fireworks from your bare hands that serve as light. Even after three years of working with you and two years of being your lover, everything you did will always be fascinating to her.

You were everything to Natasha, her pillar, her compass that she'd get lost without, and even the freaking sun. The brightest ball of gas could never compare to the brightness you've given in her life, literally and figuratively.

You will always be extraordinarily beautiful in her eyes. You will always be her Солнце (sun).

Natasha stops abruptly making you halt as well, with a wide smile she uses her hands to mimic starting the engines of a motorcycle and lightly saying " chu chu ". You chuckle with how much your girlfriend knows you and laughing lightly at the mischievous grin she had. You knew her just as well as she knew you.

The low whispers of voices can be heard inside the garage as the red head borrows the super soldier's bike.

" Roger's is gonna be so mad at us, this is practically his baby "

" He'll sulk, but he'll be fine "

" yeahhh, you're the one dealing with his grumpy ass—not me "

" we're just borrowing it, detka "

" tell that to the old man, Natty "

The cold windy air engulfed your body as the two of you rode off to nowhere in particular at 12 AM. You put your hands above as you feel the cold air, a stream of light is produced as you use your powers. A long line of light with little sparkles like glitter but better. Natasha's view from the rear mirror was something straight up from a fairytale, like a dream she'd have when she was a kid.

She could see the light even in your eyes through your open helmet. She hopes she'll never see the sparks in your eyes go out.

She enjoys the calmness of the moment. It felt like it was only you and her right at the very second and she loved that. She wouldn't complain about everyone disappearing if you were with her. Maybe she'd miss Clint but she'd still love being with you without anybody else.

She only ever feels selfish with you, she can't help but not want to share you with the world because your the only person she truly has other than the family you two gained with the Avengers.

Natasha loved everything about you, your looks, your personality, your soft pink lips that felt like the apocalypse when it met hers. She loves every part of you, even the ones you said you hated but nothing about you would she ever hate.

How could she ever hate such a beautiful woman such as yourself? and when you don't feel like loving yourself, she'll love you enough for the both of you.

" what do you think? strawberry or oreo flavored ice cream? baby? " you asked, glancing away from the cold treats to not see your girlfriend on the same aisle as you were.

" get them both, oh! get the strawberry with vanilla one instead of pure strawberry " Nat replies while approaching you with a basket filled with candies and chocolates.

" babyyy, you're gonna make me fatter " you sulk playfully as you get both the oreo and strawberry mixed with vanilla tubs of ice cream

" you'd make a good pillow, my love " she says softly as she kisses your cheek, pulling back with a smile as she slaps your ass

" Natasha! " " I love you "

" you can't just say that every time you slap my poor butt ... i love you too " you say grumpily with a playful tone as you peck her lips while still glaring at her green eyes that contained nothing other than pure adoration for you.

" come on detka, let's pay for these "

" you go first, I'll grab some drinks for us " you say with a quick peck on her cheek as you push her forward

" Detka, you know coke is not good for you especially since you're acidic which is stupid, seriously? you're an avenger and your weakness is soda and coffee?? " she sternly says ignoring the cute puppy dog eyes you were pulling as you held a set of six cola cans

" that's not gonna work "

" please, Natty? just this once? "

" I already gave you one a while ago "

" that was one and a half hours ago! " you reply with a grumpy face that Natasha finds cute, she sighs knowing she can't ever say no to you.

" fine " she responds defeated by not being able to refuse you as she pulls more money from her wallet and hands it to the elderly woman who's behind the cashier who hides her laugh seeing the cute couple banter.

" I love you, my baby " you say with extra sweetness as you kiss her lips quickly while putting the drinks on the counter

" isn't my girlfriend just the best? " you said gleefully to the elder woman who smiled as she took the beverages you craved, you're never afraid to ever show off your girlfriend to anyone.

" you're lucky you're cute " Natasha says with a mischievous smile as she takes both your cheeks and lightly pulls them as you groan in annoyance but secretly loving it whenever she squeezes your chubby cheeks.

The elderly woman just smiles widely at the two as she scans the items Natasha paid for.

The couple exit the convenience store but not before saying their farewell to the nice elderly woman who gave them matching ring pops for free. Natasha remembered the beach that was only a couple miles away as the both of you secured your helmets.

" why not have a picnic at the beach, love? " you ask as you encircle your arms around her torso as she suggested the beach that's only a couple miles from where the two of you were, you relax with the feeling of the air hitting your face as Natasha drives.

Gummy worms and candies were everywhere, from the large jacket you owned that served as an improvised picnic mat to the sand. You laughed as Natasha hit you with another m&m while teasingly saying you were supposed to catch it, fighting back as you hit her right in the face with a long gummy worm.

You smile through the kiss she was giving as you taste the sugar and sourness of the candies you two consumed. Natasha quickly opened the tubs of ice cream for the two of you to eat before it melted. She bought plastic spoons before she went to the cashier

The peaceful scenery of the ocean waves reflecting the moon and the redhead that rested against your stomach as you supported your upper half using your felt so peaceful, so utterly peaceful and nothing could ever compare to the calmness you were feeling at the very moment. You grinned as you took another spoon of the cold dessert, almost empty as you ate it quickly.

Natasha silently sucks on one of the ring pops, cherry flavored lollipop that makes her red lips redder and sweeter than it already is. Every lick, you kiss her lips as she smiles with content as the blues of the ring pop you had mixed with flavors of her making a flavorful lilac kiss.

" why — don't — we — take — a small — swim " she says in-between the pecks you gave on her sweet soft lips that tasted like paradise.

" Baby, it's 3:00 AM " you reply laughing not believing Natasha's plan to go skinny dipping, you already knew she was planning on getting you naked soon enough. You knew her well enough to know she wouldn't just peacefully " swim " with you.

She just smiled as she stood up while unbuttoning the denim shorts she had on and pulling it down. The two discarded their clothes until they were only down to their underwear. You hugged her quickly as you felt the cold air hit your back. The warmth made you smile as the position was very intimate, her soft breasts against yours.

You looked at her like she hung the moon and stars. The slow glowing of your hands, a proof of what you felt on the inside, mirrored by your abilities that made Natasha smile.

She sometimes had doubts but as she saw your genuine feelings through your transparent self, she could see clearly that you loved her just as much as she loved you. She does insist she loves you more every now and then in which you answer back with “ impossible “.

The two soon enough went to the ocean, staying just a few feet away from dry land, just enough that it felt like the two of you floated away with the waves.

The ocean served as an escape, a few minutes away from everything, saving lives, doing missions. This was just you and her, two lovers taking a swim with the warm ocean waves as the full moon shined brightly framing the two women who are absolutely enamoured with each other.

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confession

gekko/mateo x f!reader

wc: 1.3k | fluff

a/n: currently down in a deep hole for this man and perhaps going to try writing again cuz of him!? ngl this is lowkey half-assed im srry if it sucks SOBS + not rlly proofread..

you and mateo were basically best friends, not a second goes by where you both aren’t making great memories with each other. but, everyone usually mistook your relationship with him and was surprised to figure out you both weren’t dating. especially his friends from his workplace, whenever he wasn’t on an assigned mission or training with harbor, he was most likely with you. reyna would always try to tell him to just shoot his shot with you, because she figured out he grew feelings for you.

“mijo, I don’t understand how you two aren’t official yet.”

“I doubt y/n sees me more than that reyna..” he sighed.

“no estés triste, you’ll never know until you pop the question.” reyna tries to reassure him.

“sí tienes un punto.. but what if I ruin our friendship over it? I don’t want to scare-“ he gets cut off, when he feels the vibration of his phone. he pulls it out of his pocket, and it was a message from you.

[ y/n ]

hey!! r u down to grab some boba tomorrow? it’ll be a treat on me since you’re going on another one of those missions soon right??

he smiles at your message. reyna asks if it was you who texted, and he nodded.

“what’d she say?”

“oh she wants to grab some boba tomorrow since brim assigned me and the others a task soon.”

“sounds like a perfect opportunity to call it a date and just tell her mijo.” she chuckles, as his face turns red at the thought.

“but what if-“

“shh, I don’t want to hear back talk at me just do it you’ve prolonged it way too long.”

mateo sighs and accepts reyna’s words at last, and she leaves his office and wishes him good luck tomorrow. then he remembers he forgot to respond to your message oh shoot he left you on read. he immediately sends a quick message back so it didn’t look like he was ignoring you.

[ mateo ] i’m so so sorry I didn’t respond sooner!! :( but i’d love to!! same place & time?

to his surprise, you immediately replied back.

[ y/n ]

don’t worry about it! but yeah :D

[ mateo ]

great! see u then :p

[ y/n ]

yep!! can’t wait ^-^

he hearts your message and sets his phone aside so he could finish the last few of the assignments his mentor harbor gave him. although all he could think about was seeing you again (even though you guys literally just saw each other a few days ago). hours went by, but he managed to finish, he grabbed his bag and went home on the train with his little buddies waiting for him at the door, and he told them about his day and how he made another plan with you tomorrow! they all approved, especially wingman, he’s happy that you make mateo’s day lighten up.

then the day finally came, he woke up earlier to help his mama out with some house chores before he left the house later.

his mind kept reminding him about the words reyna said to him yesterday. he kept pondering if he should actually ask the question later when he sees you. part of him wants to do it and hopes for the best, but the other side is just scared to lose over a few words. he shakes it off, and decides to go get ready and made himself look presentable. he wore his usual vest over his black shirt and touched up his hair. he let his little fellows tag along since why not, and off they went on his skateboard.

when he made it to the shop you both agreed on meeting at, he saw you staring at your phone, probably listening to music with some earbuds. he slowly approached you and tapped your shoulder.

“hey y/n!”

you slightly jumped from the sudden touch, and looked up from your phone screen and saw the green hair boy with wingman on his shoulder.

“oh hi mateo! and aww wingman’s here too.” you smiled, taking him off his shoulder to give wingman a hug.

“hey, hey, the rest is here too, dizzy, mosh, and thrash.” he chuckles as your attention was focused on wingman. he adores that his critters and you have such a nice bond with each other, it’s too much for his heart. (he’s in literal awe whenever you’re having a good time with them)

you both finally decide to enter the shop to grab some boba after having a small chit-chat outside.

“what do you want mateo? it’s on me!”

“it’s okay y/n don’t worry about it.” he pushes away your wallet in hand, but you kept insisting. after constant bickering on who’s going to pay, mateo lost because of how persistent you were. the cashier looked so lost while the two of you were arguing and sighed in relief when you both finally agreed on something. you both got your drinks and sat down at a table, and continued your conversations from earlier. as you were both talking you couldn’t help but notice how jittery mateo was, and how he was barely making eye contact with you.

“is everything okay?” you ask in a concerned tone, putting your drink down.

“i- uh..” he mustered, trying to calm himself down.

“you can tell me mateo, what’s wrong?”

mateo started to panic a bit more, and then before he knew it he finally confessed.

“i really like you y/n!” he blurts out, and when he realizes what he said, he covers his mouth immediately. you also paused at the sudden words he just said to you. it was utterly silent for a moment, both of you trying to process what just happened. he was the first to break the silence, and apologized for his out-of-the-blue confession.

“i’m sorry y/n! i understand if you don’t wanna be friends anymore..” he puts his head down on the table in shame, face burning.

but, then the unpredictable happened, and he heard you say, “why would i think that silly? i like you too mateo,”

his head perked up, barely making eye contact with you, he asked if you were sure.

“of course mateo, i’d never think you’d ask- i’m happy you told me though i wouldn’t have the guts to confess to you,”

“i’ll tell you now y/n if you confessed i would’ve taken you in a heartbeat.. you’ve basically been there for me for the thick and thin; anyone would be lucky to be with you- soy serio,”

he grabs one of your hands, and uses his other free hand to hold your cheek, which makes you flustered. mateo still barely being able to make contact; yet still pulling off bold actions amazes you. before anything too intimate happened, wingman rushed up to mateo and pulled on his leg. he looked down, and saw wingman holding a flower, he wanted him to give the flower to you.

“gracias wingman!” he says as he fist-bumps him. mateo hands you the flower wingman picked nearby.

“thank you! that’s so sweet,” you smiled which makes mateo and wingman happy. after you finished your boba, you both decided to go by a nearby park to finalize things. (also so mateo’s buddies can have some fun) you both sat down at a bench while mateo’s critters went to play some basketball with each other. mateo tries to maintain himself so he doesn’t say anything stupid like he did before.

“so- y/n what would you say we are now relationship-wise?”

“it’s up to you.”

“okay then.. mi cariño y/n will you be se mio para siempre?”

“of course mateo, i’d love to.”

“i promise when i come back from my mission i’ll bring you anywhere or do anything for you!”

his eyes light up thinking about all the plans he’d wish to make with you. he pulls you in for a hug since he’s too embarrassed to kiss you in a public place. you embrace his warm loving hug, knowing a new chapter in both of your lives will be starting soon.

“te amo y/n.”

“i love you too mateo.”

#gekko x reader #gekko x you #gekko #valorant #valorant x reader #mateo #mateo x reader #fluff

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madneedshelp · 10 months

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Hello!! Can you do a Danny from Greta one shot where you 2 are friends and you both realize you are in love with each other?! Maybe some Angst to fluff

Please and thank you!

Oh this is a delicious ask, this one was so exciting to write, enjoy 😉

Burnin’ For You - Danny Wagner x FReader

Summary: You and Danny had been friends for a couple years, and you’d been hopelessly in love with each other for most of that. While it may be obvious to everyone around, it seems it’s going to take a series of unfortunate events to open both of your eyes.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: language, drinking, some good ol’ jealousy, friends to lovers, angst with a fluffy ending

You sighed as you looked down at your outfit. This was ridiculous. You were just meeting Danny and some friends for a drink after work, yet you had taken a great deal of time to get all dolled up.

The ridiculous part was that you knew you wouldn’t have done any of it if Danny wasn’t going to be there. It shouldn’t have mattered. He was one of your closest friends. Nothing was going to happen, so it was honestly pretty pointless to spend so much time getting ready.

But it was Danny, and you were embarrassingly in love with him.

You sent him a quick text to let him know you arrived and then started to gather your things. As you stepped out of the car, he responded to let you know he was inside.

Ignoring the little flip your stomach did, you went in to meet him. The feeling only got worse when you spotted him near the end of the bar. He was in black jeans and a button-up that had enough buttons undone for you to see chest hair. Not that it mattered, Danny looked good in whatever he wore.

His face lit up when he saw you and he gave a little wave, which you returned with a smile.

“Hey, how was work?” He slid a glass your way. Your usual. Of course he already ordered one for you, he was just thoughtful like that. He made it really hard for you to stop falling for him.

“Thanks, and it wasn’t too bad today. You?” You clinked your glass with his in a mock cheers before taking a sip.

He took a sip of his own and shrugged. “It was pretty average today. Nothing too wild, which is nice sometimes.”

“Amen to that,” You chuckled. After finishing nearly half your drink, you realized the two of you were still alone. “Hey, where are your friends?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Sam should be here in five or so, but Jake got held up and won’t be here for probably another hour. Josh can’t make it.” Danny sighed. “They’re always late.”

“Yeah, I’ve gathered that.” You remembered the first time you’d met Sam. He was about an hour late to the small dinner Danny held at his home. You’d never met Jake before, but Danny had already told you he was Sam’s brother so you figured bad punctuality might’ve been genetic. “I’m sure they’re worth the wait, so no worries. I liked Sam last time we hung out, and I’m sure Jake is just as delightful.”

Danny laughed at that. The little dinner party could hardly be called that. It wasn’t formal in the slightest, and you’d all gotten entirely too drunk and a little wild. “Yeah, they’re something all right. Good thing I have you to keep me grounded.”

He gave you a little wink and you felt your cheeks warm slightly. Damn it, you cursed yourself and downed the rest of your drink.

Thankfully, you were saved from your feelings by the arrival of Sam. In a flurry of greetings, more drinks were ordered and a sea of conversation overtook your group.

As the three of you caught up and chatted, more drinks were ordered. And finished. And ordered again. Before you knew it, the three of you were a little tipsy and feeling spectacular.

“Well, fuck Jake, I say we party without his late ass!” Sam threw an arm around your shoulders.

You laughed and leaned into him. “I think you might be onto something, Sammy boy!”

Danny eyed you with an odd expression for a moment. You couldn’t quite tell what was on his mind, but he just shrugged. “I don’t know, guys. Jake should be here any minute now.”

“Come on, Danny, dance with me! And Sam! We should all go out there together!” You reached over to tug on his arm lightly. Okay, maybe you were all a little more than tipsy.

At first he seemed to grin at the suggestion, but as soon as Sam was mentioned in the dancing, his grin faded. You didn’t even notice. Not that he noticed your flushes and smiles earlier. The obliviousness was unfortunately contagious.

“You guys go ahead without me, I’m just going to wait at the bar for Jake.” Danny nodded toward the small dance floor area.

The tequila you’d recently consumed dulled your ears to the tinge of bitterness in his voice. “Okay, well don’t be too long.”

Danny watched in slight disdain as you led Sam away. He wasn’t sure where this was coming from. He knew Sam would never make a move on you, he knew how Danny felt about you. Hell, all the Kiszkas knew, they were his brothers. He also knew that you and Sam were just friends, but you and him were also just friends and look at the way he felt about you. What if all along you’d been waiting for Sam? You did ask where he was pretty quickly after you arrived.

Danny tried to put the thoughts out of his head, but the worry kept coming back. The fear that it might all be one-sided was all-consuming.

For a fraction of a second, just out of the corner of his eye, he thought he glimpsed you arriving next to him. Maybe you had come back to get him. When he fully turned his head, he was met with the sight of another girl. Not you, but she definitely held a resemblance.

She asked what he was drinking tonight and put a hand on his arm, and he felt himself slip into a dark place.

Meanwhile, you and Sam were absolutely thriving in the crowd of people. You danced with each other, with strangers, it was practically a free for all. It had been a while since you had really let loose.

The elation started to ebb after a while, though. You’d remember Danny was still waiting on Jake by himself and you’d feel a ghost of sadness that he wasn’t with you. After all, he was your favorite person to dance with.

“Can’t believe Dan is just over there alone and not out here with us!” You shouted to Sam over the music.

“Right?!” Sam laughed, craning his neck to try and spot his friend. His eyes caught on something and his expression faded.

You frowned at him. “What’s with the face?”

He shook his head. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Now you had to know. “Sam, what is it?”

“He’s over there, but he’s not very alone.” Sam winced.

You turned around and through the crowd you were able to see a flash of what he saw.

Danny. With another girl. More specifically, Danny making out with said girl.

Instantly, your mood was flattened. Danny had been single for a while, and he’d not shown interest in anyone for that while. You hoped that maybe that meant you had a chance, but it appeared he wasn’t thinking about you after all. You weren’t entirely sure why you ever thought he might’ve been.

You looked over to see Sam watching you with sad eyes. Your sadness was quickly turning to irritation. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m fine! Why would that bother me? I’m just in need of another drink to keep me going.”

As you made your way away from Sam, you weren’t exactly sure what you were doing. It’s not like Danny was owed to you, and it’s not that you wanted him to never date and die alone. You just felt upset and you hated that.

That’s what led you to the conclusion that maybe you needed to kiss someone too. Get your mind off of Danny (hopefully) and then it wouldn’t hurt so badly when he inevitably moved on to an actual relationship. Maybe Danny had the right idea kissing a stranger.

While you were waiting on a drink at the other end of the bar, a safe distance away from Danny and the mystery girl, a guy walked in and met your eyes. He was handsome, with longer hair and a sort of mysterious air around him. He also worse a barely buttoned button-down. Not too shabby, he would do perfectly fine. You gave him your best flirty grin and hoped your “come talk to me” eyes still worked like they did in college.

You must’ve done something right because he made his way over to you and took the seat beside you. Neither one of you introduced yourselves, the conversation was set up to where you both silently understood what you wanted from the interaction. You didn’t need to get to know him, and vice versa.

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours and your hands were tangled in his hair. He was a good kisser. Honestly, one of the better ones you’d had. Still, you didn’t really feel that spark.

Just as you were telling yourself to fuck the spark because it wasn’t always about that, the kiss was suddenly ended.

“What the fuck, Jake?!” Danny’s voice shouted at the guy across from you.

Of fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. So this was Jake. You glanced over and it appeared Jake was having the same realization you were and you both cringed. This was not what was supposed to happen.

Then Danny whirled to face you. “I cannot believe you.” He all but spat the words at you and stormed outside.

Sam had made his way to you all now and was looking mildly confused. He looked from you to Jake to the closing door Danny had just left from.

“What the fuck happened here?” He murmured.

Jake could catch him up. For now, you had to go talk to your best friend. You started out toward the parking lot, a new rage building within you.

So he could go around and kiss whoever, but you weren’t allowed to kiss anyone? Sure, you wouldn’t have kissed Jake if you knew it was Jake, but what right did Danny have to blow up at the two of you for it.

On the bright side, your anger fueled your stomp out to the parking lot and you caught up to Danny relatively quickly.

“You kissed Jake!? What the fuck?” Danny shouted once the two of you had made it to the parking lot.

You threw up your arms in annoyance. “How the hell was I supposed to know that was Jake? I’ve never fucking met him before! Besides, why does it matter so much that I kissed him?”

“It just does, okay?” Danny seethed.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. “Oh, so you can shove your tongue down some random girl’s throat, but the second I kiss someone I’ve gone too far? Does that sound fair to you, Daniel?”

He stiffened slightly at the use of his given name. You never called him that. It was always “Dan” or “Danny” or something ridiculous that went back to an inside joke.

“Maybe it’s not, but I still don’t think you should be kissing one of my best friends!” He knew he was being irrational, but he just couldn’t get the image of the two of you out of his head.

He broke things off with that one girl fairly quickly. About three seconds into kissing her, he became acutely aware of how not-you she was. He ended the kiss and when he went to find you, he found you with Jake instead. Any potential jealousy he felt toward Sam immediately flung itself to Jake and it took over.

“Well then who should I kiss?” You shouted, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Your question startled him, but his answer left his mouth before he could consider what he was about to do.

“Me! You should fucking kiss me! You should be with me!”

Now it was your turn to be thrown off. “What?” You blinked at him. Surely you couldn’t be hearing him correctly.

He sighed and looked at you with those soft, brown eyes that melted you. “I only kissed that girl because she looked like you, and she laughed like you, and I’ve wanted you so badly for so long. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but I don’t think I can keep being your friend and feeling this way.”

There was a painful beat of silence.

“I don’t want to be your friend, Danny.” Your voice was now so flat and emotionless that it made his heart sink.

“You don’t?” He asked quietly. Panic was threatening to claw into him.

“No, I want you to shut up and kiss me so I can tell how badly you want me.”

At your blunt statement, his head flung up to look at you. Your cheeks were red and you looked so beautiful in that moment that he wasn’t sure how he kept himself from confessing everything to you the moment he met you. He loved you so deeply, and from the look in your eyes, you loved him too.

It only took a few hurried steps forward between the two of you before his lips were crashing into yours, hungry and passionate. This wasn’t one of the forget-me-later kisses you both had shared with other people earlier in the night. This was needy and desperate and full of all the words you couldn't say.

Time didn’t exist in your worlds for a while. You weren’t sure when you broke apart, but you found yourself immediately missing the feeling of his lips on yours.

“You know I love you, right?” He asks, slightly breathless.

Despite the way your heart stops in your chest, you grin and nod. “I do.”

He kisses you again, briefly this time, and leans his forehead down to rest on yours. “I never should’ve kissed that girl. I didn’t feel anything for her. I promise. I’m so sorry that I did it, and I’d give anything to undo it.”

“It’s okay, I believe you. Trust me, I didn’t feel anything for Jake either. I was upset because I’m so in love with you, Dan. That still doesn’t mean I should’ve kissed him, and trust me I regret that too. You know I love you, right?” You echo his words back to him.

He chuckles and mimics your nod from a second ago. “I do.”

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sexualtensiongrowing21 · 28 days

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Prompt//Get locked in somewhere together.

Liam Dunbar X OFC Lahey

TW: None?

Word count: 1469

Clara and Liam never got along. Since the first time that they met at school, they have despised each other. Clara thought Liam to be arrogant and hot headed while Liam thought Clara to be stuck up and a know-it-all.

They have been arguing back and forth for the past ten minutes and the rest of the pack is sick of it. Liam just brought Theo back insisting that he can help with The Wild Hunt, while Clara thinks that they should send him back to the Skin Walkers. While some of the pack agree with Clara, she is being harsher than needed.

“Are you really that dumb?! I mean, is there honestly nothing in that head of yours!?” Clara shouts while waving her hands around.

Liam's face is getting redder by the second. Everyone knows he wouldn't hurt her… again… But they can tell he's getting angrier and angrier by the second. “Well tell me what your great idea is, huh?” He steps closer to her “Just stand around while people get taken?!”

Clara doesn't back down and gets in his face “Of course not! But we should at least try and come up with something better. I mean, how could you be such a dumbass Dunbar?!”

Liam opens his mouth to respond but before he is able to get anything out Scotts steps in between them. “Okay. Okay. You guys are done.” Scott looks to Clara and points upstairs “You, go sit in my room. Take a minute to calm down.”

Clara sends one last glare at the werewolf and stomps up the stairs and slams the door. Taking a minute to cool off as her heart hammers in her chest, she decides to head to Scott's bathroom and splash some water on her face. Letting the cool water calm her down, her breathing and her heartbeat slows.

The door opens and Liam is pushed through, while the door slams shut behind him. He immediately turns around and starts shaking the door knob.

“This isn't funny Scott! Let me out!” he yells banging on the door. Clara leans against the bathroom counter and crosses her arms over her chest.

Scotts voice is muffled through the door “No. You two need to figure out how to get along. Me and the rest of the pack are sick of listening to you two bitch at each other all the time. Figure it out.” With that, Liam heard Scotts footsteps growing quieter and there was no longer a heartbeat to be heard.

Silence overtakes the room. The only noise to be heard is the sound of the bathroom fan that seems to be broken. After ten minutes Liam stops banging on the door and sits on the ground with his back leaning against the bathtub.

“This is all your fault, you know.” Clara states but doesn't look at the young werewolf in front of her.

Liam scoffed while picking at the lint off of his leans. “You're the one being a bitch. I don't even know why you're part of the pack.”

Claras nostrils flare. She was part of the pack because of her brother Isaac. When he was bit, he begged Derek to take his sister with them. She didn't want the bite, but Isaac couldn't leave her alone. They only had each other, so from then on she has been part of the pack. Helping in any way a human could.

It was Clara's turn to scoff. “You're right. I'm just a human, but how many times has this human saved your ass? Too many to count.” Liam rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything. It's true. Clara has saved him on multiple occasions. Clara was just a human, but her fighting skills amaze him. She can definitely hold her own during a fight. He just can't stand how she constantly has to be better than him, and how low she clearly thinks of him.

They have been sitting on the bathroom floor for an hour without speaking a word. Clara starts thinking about how when Liam is quiet he is actually pretty cute. She has always noticed how attractive he was. He is amazing at lacrosse. Watching him play is truly entertaining. They have gym together and sometimes he will do that thing where guys lift their shirt up to wipe the sweat off of their face, exposing their stomach. She cant lie and say she has caught herself staring a time or two, but then he opens his mouth and ruins it. He always has to be so cocky.

Liam knows that she is looking at him. He can always feel when her eyes are on him. She tries to hide it, but with being a werewolf he can sense it. Claras looks always make him nervous, though he will never admit it. She is beautiful and smart as hell. How could anyone not be nervous around her? When they were first introduced by their friend Mason, Liam couldn't stop staring. He was mesmerized. All he wanted to do was talk to her, but she didn't seem interested so instead he did what he always does. Act cocky. Needless to say, she wasn't a fan. From then on the two couldn't stand each other.

His butt getting sore from the hard ground, Liam stands up to stretch. His shirt rose some in the process.

Catching Clara's eyes he smirks. “Like what you see Lahey?” She presses her lips into a thin line. “Until you opened your mouth.” She spits and stands up while glaring at him. She wouldn't admit it, but sitting on the ground while he was standing above her was a little intimidating.

“You know what your problem is? You think you’re so much better than everyone.” Claras mouth gapes open. “I do not.” She whines while crossing her arms across her chest. This causes her breasts to press together and Liam struggles not to let his eyes wander, as she will definitely notice.

“You do. You always have to know everything and you're always correcting people.” He's towering over her now and she's backed up against the counter again. “Did it ever occur to you that I try so hard to know everything because I'm not supernatural like the rest of you and want to help!?” She exclaims, face hard as he takes in her words. No.. That never occurred to him before. He just thought she wanted to be smarter than everyone else.

As if calculating her words his head tips side to side slightly. Then a thought pops into his head. “Well, how come you hate me then? Since we met you decide you hate me.“ Deciding to tell the truth she looks up at him “Because. I hate cocky assholes. And you Liam are a cocky asshole. ” She yells at him, throwing her hands in the air.

“So you hate me?” He asks with the slightest hint of sadness, lacing his cocky tone. “Yes.” Her heart rate picked up and he heard it.

“You're lying, Lahey.” Liam responds with a smirk. The same smirk that she hates that she loves. “In fact, I think that you like me.” He presses closer to her, his nose centimeters from hers.

“I do not.” Clara breaths out.

“You're forgetting one little detail. I can tell when you're lying.” He looks from her eyes to her mouth and back.

Lips barely touching hers he hesitates for a moment. Giving her the choice to push him away. But she doesn't. Instead she throws her arms around his neck and pulls him as close as he can be, crashes her lips to his. He's quick to drop his hands around the back of her thighs and lift her up on the counter stepping in between her legs. She lets a squeal of surprise out when she's lifted.

Their kiss is heated. Hungry. Her fingers scrape his scalp pulling on the longer hairs on the back of his neck, as his hand wanders along her thighs and back up to her waist. Every inch of them is connected.

As soon as his hips come into contact with hers she lets out a little moan. But before they can go any further the bathroom door swings open. They pull away in surprise to see Scott standing at the door with a cocky smirk.

Clara is straightening her shirt and patting down her hair and Liam combs through his. Both of them flush from the heat of their activities.

“You two figure out your differences?” Scott asks with a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Both teens nod their heads. Too embarrassed to speak.

“Good.” Scott nods his head and walks away from the door frame. “Malia! You owe me $30!” He shouts leaving the two stunned teenagers behind.

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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Can I be really annoying and ask for 5,9,11,12 and 24 for modern!aemond?

You absolutely can, friend!! and sorry for the delay, life has been *oof* not good. But hope you like these! x

as always, CW: SMUT AHEAD, mentions of dirty talk, PIV sex, oral sex

Modern!Aemond x reader • NSFW ship ask game

Who is more sensitive?

I'm inclined to go with the reader on this one, but Aemond might as well be too if we headcanon that he's touch starved. And I also think Aemond might be more inclined to being starstruck of even having sex with his partner for the first time - and continuing to, after that. Because he's never understood how Aegon could go on so many one-night stands like it's nothing, when for him it is such a big deal.

Who’s best at oral sex/oral headcanons?

Oh my gosssssh I really really really want to say both, but let's break it down.

Aemond would be very lame at first, but he's got the drive/intensity/enthusiasm on his side, as well as his desire to learn, in general.

So he'd be very meticulous, licking slowly, ever so slowly to really see which spots make you twitch, whimper, or exhale a little puff of breath.

He'd let his intuition guide his movements - instinctively pressing his thumb on your clit, or lightly trailing their lips up and down, dipping them inside to feel how wet you are.

You bet his nerdy ass he's taking mental notes, comparing the spots he just teased and touched to the amount of slick dripping from you.

Once he's got you all mapped out, he keeps on adding speed and pressure, each time. At times he eats you out all languidly and sensually, others he's licking and drinking all of you in like a starved man.

The amount of time it took him to learn how your body responds makes him an expert and makes it more enjoyable when he starts to get experimental and spontaneous. Learning all about your rhythms and sensitive points doesn't mean it will get boring in time - it means he knows what tactics to mix and match every time to always keep your toes and spine curling with pleasure.

Alternately, Aemond would be so sensitive, that it'd be so easy to figure out what makes him twitch. Just the sight of you on your knees sucking him off is enough to have him on the edge, honestly.

The mere fact of this absolute goddess, pleasuring him? that fact alone already raises goosebumps all over his flesh.

And vice-versa, having Aemond unraveling before you? Dark and serious Aemond, always as stoic as a statue, all flushed and panting and gripping the sheets, just because you have his cock in your mouth? that's a heavenly sight that serves as motivation to suck the life out of him and make him see stars.

Who’s more romantically sexual?

I think Aemond! I really really lean toward Aemond being demi so I think for him to truly feel sexually attracted to someone he'd have to be deeply in love with said person already, and while he does have fun with his partner when he has sex, or it can be done out of stress-relief or what have you, it still stems from deep intimacy, like I don't think he'd be into one-night stands at all. So any kinks he'll try with his partner or any form of experimentation will come out of intimacy and love. He wouldn't do any of those things with whoever.

Who’s better at dirty talk/dirty talk headcanon?

The reader, hands down!

BUT

I feel like, because Aemond is a man of few words, you don't expect him to dirty talk.

...and when he does? it takes you by surprise, and listening to him spilling filth right into your ear has you whimpering instantly.

And he really doesn't say anything too extravagant honestly. He says all the classics, but it's the way that he says it - the moment where he says it.

He'd be teasing you for hours and hours without giving you relief, and he'll huskily whisper against your ear, "you're such a needy whore for my cock, aren't you?"

You'll be on the verge of reaching climax, squeezing your walls around his throbbing cock and he'll softly wrap his hand around your throat to say, "you're not gonna cum until I say so"

You're on top of him, with his hands branding your hips, pinching and fondling your tits, and as he looks up at you all dazed with lust, he'll moan, "you look so fucking pretty bouncing on my cock"

And the classic...he's eating you out, licking broad stripes across your slit, dipping his tongue inside of you before coming back to slurp and suck on your clit as his fingers curl deep inside of you, and he groans right into your cunt, "cum on my tongue, baby. cum for me..."

Shared kinks/fetishes? answered here!

#aemond targaryen #modern!aemond #modern!aemond targaryen #modern au #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #reader insert #aemond targaryen headcanons #aemond targaryen hcs #headcanons #my writing #hotd #house of the dragon

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maitaiwiththecorpses · 2 months

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Begin Agian.

inspired by Icebreaker by Hannah Grace

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The singing skates on the ice.

The scrape and sting.

It all comes back to one thing: Hockey.

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When his heart beats too fast, Aiden always knew exactly what to do. Go to the rink, lace up, and force his skates to move in parallel lines. Each skate would face straight ahead, an even distance from each other, and never touch.

Aiden would do this for hours and hours and it always worked.

Until her.

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Aru is a hockey player. She doesn't look like one, or even act like one. In fact, you could even say she doesn't skate like one.

She is, though.

Where every other player on the ice is all straight lines and sharp edges, Aru skates in cursive- delicate turns and moves that are so small but have an attitude bigger than the rink.

She is not a figure skater. At least, not anymore.

Her style has enough nuance that, matched with her lithe body, makes her nearly invisible on the ice-

Until she has the puck.

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His mom's a coach. It's pure coincidence that she ends up being his coach, though.

"Boys, huddle up!" Aiden skates over to her, taking his helmet of as he goes. He's not calculated, though, how fast he's going, and ends up having to turn at the last minute into the boards. "Aiden," she reprimands, and he knows that he's in for it on the car ride home.

She clasps her hands. "Listen. You all know the girl's team coach, yes? Shakhuni? Well, he and I have noticed some... animosity between the two teams."

"I don't understand, coach," one of the guys- Blythe, I later realize- says. "We don't even talk to the girl's team-"

"Don't! Don't give me that bullshit, Mr. Fahey. Or do I have to pull up video from last week's party that you all attended? Don't think I didn't hear everything." Aiden winces, recalling the events of the party. Blythe and Rudy, his cousin, had poured a keg of beer on a few members of the girl's team while they celebrated their win against a rival team.

Shit. He was at that party. He could get totally screwed over for this.

"Their coach has talked his team down from going absolutely batshit on your asses, but you know what? I was about to let them beat the shit out of you all- you deserve it. Davey College is a tough team to beat, and last I checked, you all couldn't do it. The least you could do is celebrate them. And for the record, Mr. Fahey-" Blythe immediately recoiled. Aiden couldn't tell if he should laugh or feel sorry for his teammate. "It isn't better that you don't speak to the girl's team. You're part of the same department, you should be like a family."

"So what are we doing about it?" Aiden asked, pushing off the boards to join the group.

His mom gave him a stink eye before continuing. "You will have to share the rink." Sounds of shock and dismay bubbled up from the team. "Meet with their team- discuss a time, discuss scheduling. I don't care how you do it, just know that you are now in charge of how much you are allowed to practice."

Up till then, Aiden's day had been going pretty well.

Until now.

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"What the fuck do you mean we have to share a rink?" Her coach walked away flippantly, not responding. "Boo?!"

"Ms. Shah, I don't get paid enough for this, go complain to the dean if you're really upset."

She stumbled off the ice, not even bothering to take her skates off before trying to catch up to her coach. Her skates felt clunky on the carpet floor, but she reached him eventually, and when he felt her jerk his shoulder back, he finally relented.

"Malini is really trying to imbibe these boys with good values, Aru."

"At the cost of our training? Huh? Is that how it is?"

He pushed a crumpled post-it note into her hand. "You have a meeting with their team captain at two. You're to discuss and lay out the groundwork for a future schedule. Stay strong, don't let him walk all over you."

"That is so bullshit, Boo, you know I wouldn't let him-"

"Aru. Cool it. You're not on the ice anymore. Just- do what's best for your team, you hear?"

She sighed and let him walk off- this argument wasn't worth either of their time, and she needed to get dressed. Aru undid her skates and took off her gear, leaving on the white long sleeve and pulling her high-waisted jeans out of her bag. If there was one thing good about gear bags, it was that they were like voids- they never ran out of space.

"Hey, Aru?" Hira skated over with both their sticks. She'd left it on the ice after storming to Boo. Hira handed it to Aru, a frown on her face. "What's the verdict? Are we actually doing this?"

"I have to meet their captain in thirty minutes, so, yeah, I guess we are."

Hira crumpled her face in disgust. "Don't they get that this is so insensitive after last week?"

"It's not my place to argue. Apparently the dean and director of the sports department are in on it too." She finished putting on her sneakers before locking up her gear bag and grabbing her regular backpack. "I'll tell you how it goes, ok? You can fill Brynne in, too, just don't let it get too big." The dean wanted to keep the incident on the down-low, so in theory, only Aru, the coaches, and the boy's team captain were supposed to know about this meeting, but Hira had watched everything go down, and Aru wasn't about to stop her teammates from getting in on all the bullshit.

Until the bullshit got too much.

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An unknown number was ringing on his phone and his mother was glaring at him to pick up.

"Ma, you don't have to drive me back to the house."

"I'm not driving you to that frat house, Aiden, I'm driving you to the conference room."

"Already?" He jumped forward in his seat, eyes wide at his mother. "I haven't prepared any pointers, I can't meet her yet."

"She just got off practice, you'll both be on the same level. And that's her calling, if you didn't know, so you better pick it up, or she'll stick a puck up your ass the next time she sees you."

Aiden picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Arundhati Shah speaking. Is this Aiden Acharya?"

"Uh, yeah. This is Aiden. You can- you can just call me Ai-"

"Alright I'm at a Starbucks right now but apparently there's a conference room at Kingdom Quad we were supposed to meet at. It's a little out of my way, so I'm going to be a bit late. Please keep the data from your team ready for access incase we need to analyze team value."

"Excuse me-" Aiden was officially scowling. Team value? Is she for real?

His mom lit up with a bright smile. "What is she saying, what is she saying? Put her on speaker, nah?"

Aiden cleared his throat. "Um, Arundhati, I'm gonna put you on speaker, I'm here with Coach Acharya."

Immediately, Aru's tone changed from cold and unfriendly to warm and inviting. "Nice to meet you ma'am, though not in person. I was just saying I'm going to be a bit late to the meeting seeing as it's quite far away from where I am right now and I didn't get the details until just recently-"

"Oh, no worries, Ms. Shah!" Seriously? Since when did his mom get all chill? "What's the point of me having a car if I don't help out a fellow female athlete. Send Aiden a pin of your location and we should be there soon!"

"Sorry, who's we-?"

"Send the pin, dear!" And then, with no warning, his mother pressed cut on the call.

"Ma!"

"What? Did she send yet?"

"We're not picking her up!"

"Oh yes we are. And you are going to sit in the back seat with her, too. This is team bonding for a reason. The animosity between even the captains is so thick." She sighed heavily. "I have never been so sad to see such unsupportive men and women's hockey teams of each other. Truly. In my time, your father's team and mine- we were best of friends. Half of our teams were dating each other, the other half acted like siblings. You know- in our second year, both hockey teams decided to pool money and buy a house together? We all lived together for the next three years- every member of the teams. It seems, though, that the house has fallen out of favor with the girls and now you boys are the only ones using it."

"The house is a bit big," he relented, putting up Aru's location on the GPS. He saved her number in his phone as he did it - Arundhati Shah Women's Hockey Team Captain (Cranky)- and turned up the NPR on the radio.

"You see? That's what I'm talking about. You're not using it to its full potential, just like your defensive line." And all of a sudden, she was back to Coach and not Mom, lecturing about how weak the defense can get. "Arre, Aiden, go to the back, we're pulling up on Aru's location soon."

"Ma, please, I don't want to sit next to her, it's gonna be so awkward."

"Aiden. Listen to me, beta. In life, you must do the awkward shit first to get to the good shit next. Now get out of the front seat."

Aiden heaved a sigh as he climbed into the back, nearly somersaulting into the seat before he buckled up.

"Arundhati! Hello! In back you go, now." His mom smiled brightly through the window at the crowded Starbucks outside, gesturing to the back seat with more joy than she should have possessed.

"Oh, thank you Coach Acharya-"

"Please, dear, it's Malini Auntie. I knew your mother in college very briefly. Plus, Coach Acharya is my ex husband." Aiden scoffed in disgust at the mention of his father. One hell of a coach he was.

"Oh, well. Thank you, Malini Auntie, I really appreciate-" Arundhati stopped midway as she slid into the backseat, making eye contact with Aiden. "Oh, that's what you meant when you said 'we'. Hello, you must be Aiden Acharya."

Aiden cringed internally at his full name- this girl was so frigid and formal, what was her problem?!

"It's just Aiden, really no need for the Acharya part."

"Ah, Aiden, what are you talking about? You must be proud of who you are. You are the son of two very famous NHL players. You must hold your last name with pride. Arundhati, you'll have to teach my son a little something about pride in yourself- I love your name so much, and you let people call you Arundhati?"

Arundhati looked nearly nauseous next to Aiden, but tittered half-heartedly. "No, ma'am, as proud as I am of my name, I do typically ask people to call me Aru."

His mother went silent in the front seat. The point she'd been trying to make had been upturned. The car went into park outside of a large building surrounded by spring grass. "Ahem. Aiden. Ms. Shah. I will see you both next at the joint team meeting." She turned back to look at Aiden. "Beta, do try to be flexible, haan?"

"Thanks, Ma. Bye."

As they got settled in the conference room, Arundhati seemed to be minding her own business.

Until she slammed a puck on the table.

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"Listen here, buddy. Here's what's going to happen. The girl's team is exponentially better than yours-"

"Woah there!" Aiden yelled, trying to interject. Aru wasn't having any of it.

"I'm not done speaking. You will speak when I'm done." She bit back the bitch! at the end of her sentence, not wanting to further antagonize him.

"Fine. Fine. Say what you have to say and we'll see- whaaaat is that?" Aru had slid her phone over to Aiden, pulling up the video from last week's party. In it, Rudy and a blond hockey boy poured a keg of beer over her.

"That was me, a week ago, after one of the biggest games of my life. Those were your teammates, a week ago, after one of the biggest games of my life." Aru remembered the rush of heat she had felt in embarrassment- she never threw big college parties, it had been such a bad idea to do it- and the sticky sweet of the beer all over her. The video cut off right after, but she had run to the bathroom and thrown up once the beer stopped pouring out of pure embarrassment.

It was one of the worst days of her life.

And Aiden was quiet, for once.

"Your team has a track record of being total bitches. Y'all minimize our wins and maximize our losses. You harass our players and treat them like shit. This is it. This is the final blow."

"So what do you propose?" Aiden said, nearly sounding remorseful.

"In terms of sharing the rink- there's an uneven amount of hours for the hockey teams to practice. I say the girl's team gets the extra hour. We perform better overall, we should get more ice time."

"If y'all perform so well, why do you need the extra time? Give it to the boys." Aru was starting to get irritated again- this man truly had no sympathy.

"We perform better because we work every chance we get. We should get the extra time."

"Why don't we split it in half? Thirty and thirty?" Aru shook her head. God, this boy was dumb.

"No one's gonna come to practice for thirty minutes, and the skating team practices right after this block, so I'm not willing to risk the wrath of their coach because your team went over." She noticed his fingers tapping on the glass of the table and nearly felt sorry for him. She would have been so much jitterier than him if she was in his position.

Aiden narrowed his eyes at the puck on the table, chewing the inside of his cheek. "Well, we're supposed to plan team bonding, yeah?"

"I mean, I guess," Aru relented, shrugging her shoulders.

"Why don't we have the teams share the rink? And instead of it being more of a focused practice it could be like a play time?"

Aru stared at him incredulously. "You want to give twenty four professional athletes an hour of playtime?"

"Yes."

This man was joking, right? But it was a good idea. It would satisfy the coaches in terms of 'team bonding' and if they planned it right, it could be utilized as an hour of training.

"Fine. Fridays at six is playtime." Aiden cracked a smile just then and Aru thought she would throw up. This was a significantly tighter schedule than she was used to, there was no missing just one practice because you were sick, or running late from another class. She'd have to find a way to make it up for herself- maybe come into the rink before it opened for some solo skating. It wasn't the best idea, but it would keep her conditioned.

"Ok. I look forward to seeing you at the team meeting," Aiden said, before promptly leaving the room.

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Eldritch House- College Frat, Or Symbol of Hockey Unity?

Aiden frowned at the article on his phone. This was new. There were pictures in it of the construction of the house he lived in with his teammates, and the first class of hockey players who lived in it. He spotted his own parents in a few of the pictures as he read the article accuse the boy's team of getting rid of the unity that came with their university's hockey teams and how it was a degradation of tradition.

He copied the link and sent it to Arundhati, remembering his mother's words earlier that day. The guilt of it all finally filled him as he sat in bed, he remembered all the shitty things the girl's team had gone through just that semester, and he felt even worse that now that he'd met Aru and seen the pain behind her eyes about the beer incident.

Needless to say, this caused a complete anxious meltdown. It was three am, and then suddenly it wasn't.

4:30 am

might as well get down to the rink for some early practice, he thought. He grabbed his gear bag, leaving all hopes for any chai for the next five hours behind.

He was close friends with the custodians at the rink, so they let him when he shows up at all odd hours of the day. "Mornin, Greg."

"Hope your morning grump gets cheered up in there, Acharya," Greg smiled a knowing smile, and Aiden frowned.

"Sorry?"

"Head on in, son."

Aiden just nodded gratefully, not awake enough to process Greg's cryptic message. When he entered the rink, Chandelier by Sia blasted, and the scrape of skates were already running.

Arundhati.

She had two weights strapped to her torso and calves, and she was doing a freakishly familiar routine on the ice.

2012 Winter Olympics.

Aiden remembered. He'd studied the pair routine for days in secret- he was obsessed. In a leap of faith, he put his bags down and laced up, falling in line right behind the other hockey captain, parallel to her.

She noticed him very suddenly, but before she could say anything, he pushed off hard and turned to face her, skating backwards and to the left- he tilted his head in question- you know the next turns?

She stared at him coldly, reaching her hands out to him, building speed and turning Aiden so he didn't bang into the boards. They crouched in time, and Aiden stood in just the right moment, spraying ice and spinning them giddily. Something flickered behind her eyes and she shook her head, subtly hinting that whatever this was was over.

Aiden let go, and she glided backwards on her skates, still crouching.

"You're a figure skater?"

"No. Not anymore. I just came here to train."

Aiden smirked despite himself. "With a skating routine?"

"It's a lot more intensive than you think. You just saw. Look, your already sweating." She gestured to his forehead, which was indeed beaded with sweat. "Now try doing it with fifty pounds on your body."

"That can't be healthy, Shah."

"It's fine," she snapped. "I don't need you policing my body and my rink."

"Arundhati-"

"Aru, please. It's unnecessary to be this formal at five am."

ok, then.

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"Aru," his voice sounded so foreign to her ears, with her name. She couldn't tell if she liked it or not. He was precise. That routine wasn't good, but he knew it. It scared her.

The weights pulled into her ribs- it was starting to hurt a bit. Tough it out, Shah.

"You know boy's practice starts soon, yeah?" Aiden searched her face for something, and she scowled at him. Did she look like she was in pain?

"Of course. Listen, if you're here to practice, that's cool and all, but I need to train, too. I'm gonna put my headphone in." She skated over to the rink side seats, tapping on her phone to get her music started up. She could feel his gaze on her back, and part of Aru wanted to turn around and scream "WHAT" at his face.

She didn't do that, though.

Pity.

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An hour went by, then two. Aru didn't stop. Those weights were totally hurting at this point, Aiden could tell from the look on her face. He could also tell that she couldn't hear him. He tried talking to her momentarily while her back was turned, and he found that she couldn't hear a thing with those headphones on. She'd do laps and laps on the ice and not a sound would get through to her. So he talked. He blabbered and blabbered to her while he did drills, not caring if he was heard or not- it was the perfect remedy to his midnight anxiety.

And then the guys started rolling in. Aru still did not notice. She had started doing drills in the middle right about when Aiden had gone off for a water break. He heard Blythe yell from the locker room, "get out on the ice, guys!" And then Aiden saw it. Tommy Glasgow, barreling onto the ice towards Aru at full speed, backwards. She was hitting the boards before he even jumped over them, and at the speed he was going, god knows that he would have hit the boards too had he not stopped.

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This is what happened to Malini Auntie, Aru thought dimly. Most people thought the professional hockey player had quit the sport due to her unexpected pregnancy with her son, but Aru knew they were wrong. It was the semi-finals. They were winning- they were supposed to go to finals within the week. Just five more minutes of the half. Malini didn't know she was pregnant yet- it was too early to see the signs, too insignificant. And then the accident happened. She got into a fight with the opposing team- they bashed her into the boards.

Malini Acharya broke three ribs and her femur that day. She also found out that 1. She was pregnant. And 2. Her career as a professional NHL player was over.

This isn't happening. Her career couldn't be over. It would be terrible.

"ARU!" There was a dizzying shout from above her. Or was it to the left?

Someone gripped her face- not too hard, but enough to feel. "Stay conscious, ok?"

Aru felt herself shake her head. She was so tired. She just wanted to go to bed.

"No. Dude. Shah. I need you to stay with me, ok?" Someone shouted 'ambulance' in the background- Aiden's hands were really warm. The rink is so cold- how did she not notice that earlier?

"Cold," she choked out, with a broken smile.

"Shit, she's going into shock. Hey, Shah, who am I?"

"Whaddya talkin bout?" She slurred. What was this man talking about? Stupid, silly, warm-

"I'm Aiden, and I just happen to be a super hot guy who likes you." She was being lifted now. Aiden sounded desperate. Stupid. Super hot? That's not accurate.

"I would say-" her eyelids fluttered. What is happening? "-more cute than hot."

"Ma'am I'm going to need you to stay conscious. Sir, could you continue speaking to her- it's best if she stays awake." Aru heard the crackle of walkie talkies, and suddenly she could hear her heart in her ears and her eyes were awake and wide.

"I loved walkie talkies as a kid, you know?" She said to Aiden. His hand was wrapped around hers tight, and he looked so, so pale.

"Shit, that adrenaline stuff they gave you really worked."

Aru felt herself frown. "Who's they?"

"The- Shah, you're in an ambulance. You're going to the hospital."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you a-"

The end, Aru.

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He'd been here for six hours. It was ridiculous.

"She's out now," a nurse came to inform him.

She had passed out in the ambulance. She had a concussion and a singular broken rib.

When he walked into the hospital room, she was there, staring him down. "You have anxiety."

A million thoughts raced through his head, "what."

"I didn't have any music in at the rink. I was listening the whole time."

"Oh. Well. Glad to know you haven't lost your memory."

"You need therapy," she said bluntly.

"Perhaps." He relented.

"You like me," she said, once again as blunt as can be.

"Oh, you really remember everything." He started sweating. What the hell was he thinking, confessing to her like she was on his deathbed?

"Aiden I don't hate you. I hope you know that."

"Alright Shah. I'm glad to hear."

"I wouldn't hate it if I could begin again with you."

"Me neither, Shah. Me neither."

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A/N: Does this fic have a part two? YES IT DOES!

#I know I was asked to tag ppl when I released this but I can’t remember for the life of me who #um #part two coming soon #hopefully #aru shah #roshani chokshi #the pandava quintet #aruden #lightning smolder #aiden acharya #aru shah and the end of time #aru shah and the city of gold #aru shah and the nectar of immortality #aru shah and the song of death #aru shah and the tree of wishes #icebreaker #hannah grace #hockey au

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