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Do you have any ideas/headcannons about Renee/Andrew/Neil ?
This is the best question anyone has ever asked me because absolutely yes I do. Ill keep this to [mostly] canon compliant ones for simplicity. Apologies in advance
Renee and Andrew started dating relatively soon after he went to Palmetto and told no one about it. For Renee it was mostly to avoid judgement and for Andrew it was because he didnt care about other peoples opinions. Wymack, Abby and Bee know though. Bee because Andrew told her, Abby because Renee told her and Wymack because Wymack knows everything
I always still pictured Andrew as being biromantic but still not sexually attracted to women, and Renee was saving herself for marriage ((after she was born again obviously))
When Neil appeared Andrew was immediately infatuated, but still very suspiscious, and Renee was also warry, the two of them had many deep discussions on the roof about whether they could trust him or not
((Imagine a world where Renee sometimes went with the monsters to Colombia, and also Andrew hadnt stopped Nikky from making advances on Neil for this one to make sense)) Renee was there for Neils first night at Columbia and she was the one who told Andrew that Nikky kissed Neil unconsensually ((no Nikky slander in this post, i am well aware my opinions of this man are niche)) and it was after this that Andrew made a conscious effort to get Nikky to stop making Neil uncomfy
Renee was the first person that Andrew let hug him after he left the Spear household, it was during his first year midterms, he was stressed and riddled with medicated anxiety. Renee asked if she could give him a hug because it helps her to calm down and after that Andrew started to breathe easier and decided that, when asked and with granted permission ofc, he kind of liked hugs
Andrew figures out that he is head over heels for Neil pretty early on and has a conversation with Renee about it. She tells him that she also seems to have feelings for Neil and they decide that they are going to slowly approach him and try to figure him out. Cut to the convo at the store where Renee is getting Andrew a bday gift and Neil is there, Renee tells Neil some details of their situation ((being that Andrew is gay but that they are still together because they have a very deep bond and sex isnt important to either of them)) And Neil is confused but understands and supports. Renee tells Andrew that she genuinely can not figure out what is up with Neil and Andrew decides to leave it alone ((in Andrew fashion which equates to calling Neil family, giving him a key and calling it home, letting Neil drive his car, putting Neil on his insurance for his new car, giving Neil an entire new wardrobe- you know, normal shit))
Also in this world Renee was the one who has Andrews other key, not Nikky
Renee and Neil actually start formulating a relationship while Andrew is in easthaven (("you took his car and now your taking his girl" or whatever it was specifically that Nikky said i cant remember atm)) And when Neil goes to the nest she knows as well as Kevin. She tries to stop him but after he tells her it is to protect Andrew she nods solemnly and tells him to take hers/andrews knives to keep himself safe
When Neil gets out Renee picks him up from Wymacks apartment and is angry and upset and that is when she kisses him, gently as to not hurt him buy fierce enough to get her point across. She breaks down and tells him everything and says that she never should have let him go. Neil is stunned and doesnt know how to react. This is when the upperclassmen ((who were all scattered around because theyre in Renees dorm room)) find out about Andrew and Renee
When Andrew comes back and is very obviously traumatized Neil decides not to push the issue and to let Andrew be the one to approach him
Renee starts going to Columbia with them weekly now that their secret is out. Her and Neil dance while Andrew watches protectively. Renee is still a very traumatized individual but she has softer edges about pda and physical touch. Her and Neil kiss in the crowd and Andrew realizes he is done for
"Doesnt mean i wouldnt blow you" happens in front of Renee instead of Kevin and she is proud ((if not a tiny bit shocked))
Andrew and Neils first kiss on the rooftop is short and Andrew talks to Renee who assures him that Neil would have said something if he was hurt and Andrew, who didnt know he was capable of regret, finds himself regretting it all
Neil and Andrew start working on communicating, because all good relationships have communication even the "not relationships"
Right up until Neil starts getting spooky count downs and ominous bloody messages from papa dearest, then communication is a little limited
Andrew and Renee know that there is something going on with Neil and are worried but he wont say anything about it and is acting normal, if not happier
When Baltimore happens he tells Andrew "thank you, you were amazing" and he tells Renee "get to the bus safe" before he disappears into the crowd ominously
Renee didnt stop Andrew from choking the life out of Kevin and called Jean in a blind panic to see if he knew anything
Kevin started speaking and she reasoned that Jean didnt know anything
Renee was just as angry as Andrew and all but told him to kill Kevin before she reigned herself in, clutching her cross and praying that her sweet, dumbass redhead would get home safe
Instead of wymack ((mostly because I never saw the physics of that one)) it was Renee who was handcuffed to Andrew and neither of them slowed down the second they realized where Neil was
Neil fell into Renees chest while Andrew checked his injuries and Renee about lost her damn mind when Allison mentioned the bet but kept her calm because Neil was there and he was safe
The FBI relented and let the two of them tag along with Neil and when he signed his name, "Neil Josten" he took a deep breath and allowed Nathaneil to die peacefully in his mind, because Neil was free in a way Nathaneil never could be
Renee understood that look, Natalie had to do the same, tucked away in a corner and put to rest in a mental grave. They shared a look of deep understanding
After everything is said and done its still andrew and neil and Renee and Andrew and neil and Renee and all three of them combined and their special and happy and they keep each other sane
During the girls last year there is endless teasing and quips made about the three of them but they couldnt care less because its their last year and they are going to make the most of it
Andrew and Aaron have it out and both of them decide to chose their "nothings" over each other, and because of this Renee takes Aarons place in the monsters
Andrew and Aaron start building their relationship from the ground up, and its hard, but he has both his *everythings* there to keep him sane
Andrew and Renee change their last names to "josten" because they fought so hard for that name and technically three people cant get married
Speaking of marriage, Dan and Matt get married in Dans last year and Renee and Allison are bridesmaids, Neil and Andrew are groomsmen. The three of them dance and congratulate the happy couple
They win championships that year and, mostly just to fuck with the crowd, Neil and Renee each kiss Andrews cheek right before they walk off court. Its fun and silly and they celebrate afterwards and care so deeply for each other
When Renee leaves it hits hard, she calls and texts as much as she can but its hard. Neil loses a little bit of his spark and Andrew cant help but miss their other third
Neil and Andrew start sparing and essentially dont leave each others side
Matt is also having a time of it with the girls being gone, and during this year its that Matt moves into Andrew and Neils dorm officially
Kevin transfers to the Trojans with Jean and Jeremy and is happier there, and theyre all happy for him
During Andrews last year Neil all but loses his mind
Renee officially retires from exy that year and moves back to Palmetto state to help with the transition because she knows its hitting both of them pretty hard
Andrew is anxious and cant decide whether he wants to keep playing exy, or go straight into law
Neil doesnt know what he is going to do for a year without either of them and is constantly in a state of panic
Both Andrew and Renee try their hardest to keep the rabbit sane because they know how scary the thought of being alone is and Neil will absolutely never be alone
When Andrew graduates Renee and Neil make one of those obnoxious signs and all the foxes show up for support and its bittersweet but mostly amazing
They also win championships that year again, Andrew locked the goal down for the entire game and wymack was so proud, even though he only had one of his kids left in the coup ((I would say nest but considering the fandom...))
Neils fifth year is hard
Andrew decided to retire his exy racket and go straight into law, finally selling the Columbia house and getting a better place about an hour outside Palmetto
Renee joins the peace corps ((to be honest I only kind of know what they do so bear with me apologies)) and is overseas for a little over two years
Neil goes home to Andrew every weekend ((their partying days behind them and their movie marathon days ahead)) and both of them call Renee every day
When Neil graduates Renee gets leave for a weekend and flys in to celebrate with them
Its one of the best weekends they had ever had
When Renee retires ((from what I can tell its usually two years of required service but correct me if Im wrong)) the three of them move in together in their little home outside Palmetto and are happy
Neil plays professionally for about 10 years, Renee starts teaching, Andrew is a lawyer
Its perfect
Andrew and Renee still spar, and Neil still runs every morning
Renee makes a pot of coffee before he gets back and they never run out of sugar despite andrews best attempts
Renee teaches Neil how to make cookies because Andrew burns every batch he touches almost
They watch all the foxes on TV and rep Allisons athlesiure brand every where they go essentially
The foxes have Thanksgiving all together at their house every year because as Wymack gets older flying is bad for his heart
Its the off season of the year Neil finally retired ((now a math professor)) that they announce to their family that Renee is pregnant
Andrew is terrified he is going to be a bad father, Neil doesnt know where to start and Renee has faith that it is all going to be okay
They never check to see whos kid it is biologically ((though the odds are its probably neils)) because it doesnt matter
Their prescious twins are brought into the world with three parents, four grandparents and more aunts and uncles than any one kid can count
Renee was often sick while she was pregnant and neil researched every method to help with nausea possible
He got Kevin ((who also eventually retired from exy and because a sports dietitian)) to help him find recipes that she could actually eat
Andrew was very protective while she was carrying and if she even so much as looked at a door handle it became a race between him and neil
Her water broke while her and Neil were coming home from a long day of teaching, Andrew was still at the office
Neil took on andrews approach to driving during their trip to the hospital and held her hand every step of the way
Andrew got there just in the nick of time, pressing a kiss to her forehead and taking her other hand, making eye contact with neil as she pushed out the first of the twins
It was a short labor and each of the boys held a baby, foreheads touching and ankles crossed, as Renee took a much needed nap
All of the foxes flew/drove in to see the babies and the three of them
It was a special time
It was surprisingly Neil who taught their kids how to bake cookies, the same recipie that Renee taught him
Andrew and neil get breakfast tacos every Saturday morning at their favorite little food truck while Renee and the kids sleep
Neil goes to church with Renee and their kids every Sunday, while Andrew works
He can never fully heal from his religious trauma, but he knows its important to Renee and he knows that Neil has found a comfort in God as well ((i can never decide if I headcannon Neil as Christian or atheist but today its christian))
A few months before the twins were born Andrew stopped wearing his armbands all together, the knives having long since made their disappearance
And he, in an age appropriate way ofc, teaches their kids what his scars were and reminds them to talk to someone and never feel like their only resort is to hurt themselves
They love each other so dearly and they love their kids so much and its special and happy and they love their lives
When the three of them die their cremated together and the twins each take a smaller urn for their respective mantles to hold
#i have more but i also have classwork so please enjoy this haphazard list of things i have thought about the three of them over the years#i hope this makes sense#aftg#andrew and neil#andrew neil and renee#neil and renee#renee and andrew#andrew minyard#renee walker#neil josten#all for the game headcannons#im so sorry if this was too long/not what you meant đ#đȘ
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vicious I ln4
pairing: lando norris x reader, a little of charles leclerc x readerđ«Ł
summary: lando's fans always attack you yet he does nothing to defend you, inspired by vicious by sabrina carpenter
notes: if youre the anon that requested this sorry it took so long lol! but you were so sweet ty
masterlist, part two
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yourusername lil getaway
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user wait is she dating lando??
user there's been rumors of them dating for months but neither of them have confirmed
user hopefully not lol
user i had no idea she went on this trip
user yeah cause lando never posts her or even likes her posts lmfaoaofda
user am i the only one that finds her annoying...
user nooo everyone else does lol shes always leeching off lando
yourbff ur perfect babe
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user pls dont let this be a hard launchđ§ââïžlando get UP
user of course she has to post landođ€Łshe needs him for the likes
maxfewtrell spent more time on the ground than actually skiing
yourusername SHHHH it was my first time
user why are all these comments about lando?? im only looking at herđ
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f1gossip Y/n Y/l/n spotted in Bali celebrating New Years at Martin Garrix's show, possibly with Lando Norris. The two have sparked dating rumors for a few months now but no confirmation has been made from either of them.
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user we might have to start accepting that theyre datingâčïž
user I REFUSE
user wait im new to the fandom, whys everyone hating on y/n i love her music...
user shes always posting lando for attention and he clearly has no interest in her, he doesnt even like her posts
user plus his ex >>>>>>> y/n
user she doesnt deserve him, he needs someone lowkey and y/n is such an attention whore
user not surprised shes there, always leeching on him
user right like girl give him space, he aint yours
user im a y/n defender idgaf. everyone in these comments are just jealous
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user yikes...
user defending someone who needs a man to stay relevant lol ok
user i miss luisinhađ
user im convinced theyre still dating and shes using lando for pr
y/n
hey lan, i safely made it back to the hotel
lando
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y/n
i still dont understand why you wanted me to leave early though, its not even midnight :(
lando
y/n, we talked about this.
there was lots of paparazzi there and if they saw us together on midnight they would think we're dating
y/n
we ARE dating...
why are you acting like we arent?
lando
yk what i meant
im just trying to protect you from the craziness that comes from dating me baby
y/n
im already getting hate, hows hiding me any different?
lando
lets just not do this tn. yk how much worse its gonna get it if we confirm anything
listen i love you, isnt that enough?
y/n
yeah, ily too
lando
ill see you later tnâ€ïž
lando
baby where are you?
come on it was a drunk mistake, yk i only love you
it was just martins friend, you know her
y/n
oh the girl you told me not to worry about?
lando
it didnt mean anything
why are you acting like this?
y/n
because you fucking cheated.
im leaving and im moving out of the apartment
lando
please dont, im sorry baby
i love you
y/n
you say you love me but you can never prove it
you hid me away for a whole year, was it so you could hook up with other girls?
lando
of course not wth
but since there's clearly no trust in this relationship maybe we should end it
i wish you the best y/n
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yourusername new year same me, wasnt ever the problem
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yourbff YES WIFEY
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user she unfollowed lando omg.
user WAR IS OVERRRR
pietrapilao out of sight out of mindđ§ââïž
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user is this about lando omg...
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user ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???
user WHEN DID THEY MEET???
user I NEED THE TEA RNNNNNN
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user OH?
user what is going on in these comments omg??
user shes finally realized lando will never date a girl like her
user hahaha fr she finally deleted all her posts with him
user probably gonna go for piastri nowđ€Ł
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yourusername took some time off music but dont worry, im back and ready to prove i dont need anybody to stay successful
vicious is out nowđ
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user OH NOWWW LANDO LIKES HER POST
yourbff sooo back baby
user this has to be about lando...
user the lyrics are heartbreaking omg
user you all owe her a big apology for the way you treated her
charles_leclerc you look good in red
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charles_leclerc love it!
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charles_leclerc congrats on the new song!!
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user yall better not start switching up!! if you were hating on her, stay away
user are we just going to ignore charles' deleted comments??
user bro was NERVOUS
user we dont know if this is about lando!! they were just friends
user you toxic lando fans need to stay awayđ she was never seen with anyone else this past year so its clearly about him. hes not some saint you paint him out to be
user exactly!! you guys are acting like you know him
user her shirt saying loyalđ«Łthats gotta be a diss
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landonorris pretty vicious life im living rn
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user the caption??? the hard launch??? oh thats not-
maxfewtrell bro. no.
user his own best friend doesnt approve of his behaviorđŹ
user this winter break drama is something else
user lando i cant keep defending you. why would you caption it this.
user IS THAT NEW YEARS KISS GIRL ON THE THIRD SLIDE???
user yess i found her @ shes martin garrix's friend and she was at that party
user anyone else notice luisa unfollowed him??
user she chose her side HAAHAH
user pretty ironic cause so many fans were comparing y/n to her and now theyre friendsđ€Ł
user whys everyone mad?? its his private life why do you guys care
user oh so now you guys are giving him privacy?? but when he was rumored to be with y/n you were hating...the hypocrisy
yourbff alexa play obsessed by mariah careyđ„±
user OOP
user the girls are fightingggg
user not even a y/n fan but this was a bit unnecessary...
user "you dont feel remorse, you dont feel the effects" đ«
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f1gossip Despite hard launching their relationship just one week ago, Lando's new girlfriend has been spotted getting cozy with a different guy! The leaked pictures have already caused for her to go private on all social mediasđŹ
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user karma is A GOD
user i know y/n is having a good day today
user omfg poor lando :(
user womp womp
user i bet he is regretting his decisions rnđ
user y/n nation won today, ln4 nation taking L after L
user we cant catch a breakđ©
user WHAT IS GOING ON WITH LANDO RN
user craziest winter break yet jeez
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hey y/n! i know we havent spoken much but ive seen how lando treated you the few times you were at races and i apologize for never speaking on it
i just wanted to tell you you're a great person and your music is so amazing
if you ever need anything please just shoot me a text!
landonorris
y/n you blocked my number?
im sorry about everything baby
can we please just talk?
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yourusername im soooo sorry for your lossđ
my new single feather is out now!! special thanks to @charles_leclerc for helping me out in the music video, had so much making it <3
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user this mv was so hot omg
user I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS BUT I LOVE
user i know a certain someone is FUMING
luisinhaoliveira99 on repeat already!!
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user im convinced luisa reached out after she saw all the comparisons with her and y/n and they became besties
user wait that makes so much sense
user f1 twitter is going insane rn
user Y/N NATION KEEPS WINNING
pietra.pilao AHH youre so talented bby
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charles_leclerc had the best time on set with youâ€ïž
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user i ship it........
user i want them both
user ofc now shes going for another driverđ
user oh you guys are OBSESSED with her, get a job
user y/n still has them mad LOL
user l**** would never agree to anything like this
user im literally never getting over this, ive watched it 5 times in a row already
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landonorris a toast to my real friends
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user if this is a charles sneak diss i will cry
user we got carlando content....but at what price
user oh he definitely got blocked by y/nđ
user dw we're on your side lando
user who is we?
user just take the L and move on bro
user the way 2 songs got everyone to switch up on lando HAHA
user not just that but his shady posts too
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Because Of You
Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader
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synopsis: years after your rite of passage, the boy whoâs heart you broke just wonât leave you alone. clarisse, your girlfriend, quickly decides sheâs not a fan.
a/n: should i stop procrastinating and then forcing myself to write shitty fics quickly? probably. but not today!! this is kinda just like an au of dont delete the kisses but⊠you guessed it⊠IDC!!!!!!!! from this ask
thank you all so much for patiently waiting i love yâall soooooo muuccchhhhhh đ«¶đ«¶đ as i mentioned on my acc i have the next week off from school, pls expect more content then!!
Because Of You - Lana Del Rey (Unreleased)
warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, this sucks so bad yâall sorry lolllll, y/n is a year round camper!, starts out very background heavy but i really donât care đ, creepy men UGH, ugly bitches not being able to let shit go, im gonna say sexual harassment just incase, swearing, usual demigod stuff yâall know what youâre getting into, jealous!clarisse YESSS, possessive!clarisse ik i screamed!!, protective!clarisse too, slightly graphic makeout scene, i think thatâs all, tell me if i missed anything!!
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When you were young, you were thrilled by the thought of love.
The idea of belonging not only with someone- bodies fitting together like puzzles pieces- but belonging to someone- wrapping around you like a warm blanket.
Later, your half-siblings would describe mostly similar experiences to yours- an overwhelming desire to be loved, wanted, needed. Ever since you ran into camp with a monster hot on your heels and satyr shouting encouragement next to you- everyoneâs stared at you. They poke and prod, they act like theyâve never seen a daughter of Aphrodite before.
Itâs annoying, but it makes you feel good- but not quite.
Until Alek came along.
You were both 13, you still believed in soulmates, and you wanted nothing more than to be with each other for the rest of your lives.
You were 13, and he felt like the only one for you.
And when you had to break up with him to fulfill your rite of passage- it felt like the world was ending. You cried for days and begged your sister Phoebe to say it wasnât a true, it was just a mean, mean prank.
But she couldnât tell you that, and there were more types of love that romantic.
While you longed to hold someone, to be held- you also craved your motherâs approval like you were starving. You wanted her love, you wanted her to visit you in your dreams, you wanted gifts from her, you wanted everything and anything she could give you.
So, it hurt like you had never known hurt before, but you did it. Alek seemed entirely indifferent to it, almost ignoring you and pretending you hadnât said it- but you felt a warmness around you, a dove flew between trees, you knew your mother was there and she approved.
Breaking up with Alek felt like the sun had exploded on top of you.
Being with Clarisse felt like the sun was wrapped around you.
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After Alekâs initial denial, he went through all the other stages of grief, mourned your relationship like you did, and you came out on the other side with a one-sided agreement to forget it ever happened.
Alek got stuck. Or went back. He started to believe that you were still meant to be, that much you could tell.
Until that day at the training fields when your hand slipped at archery and you almost shot Clarisse in the head- and she had glared at you so harshly while you ran over and examined her head, gushing out apologies and fretting over her.
She pushed you away, hand lingering for a second, eyes softening before she quickly looked away.
âJust⊠be more careful,â she had said, almost like a question, like she wasnât sure the words were coming out of her mouth.
And, Gods, were you terrified it was all some secret plan. Make you think it was alright only to corner you in the woods and probably kill you, or something.
And when she asked the next day to teach you how to shoot a bow, you agreed with tears in your eyes, knowing of her reputation, and it took a lot of trust and a lot of swapped secrets for her to prove to you it wasnât all some elaborate plan.
But even if her plan was to kill you the entire time, you fell in love over her fixing your stance, hands brushing as you accidentally grabbed the same arrow, stolen looks across the pavilion.
It wasnât until a random kid bumped into you, making you fall and twist your ankle. Clarisse had this look in her eyes that was so genuine, so full of love and care for you, softly caressing your leg after she had punched the other kid in the face.
And you realize as she said you were doing great, limping while she helped you to the infirmary, that this was something.
And as much as you hated the violence being committed over you, it was the hottest thing youâve ever seen, and the warmth in your chest was all you had ever wanted. This was what it was like to belong with someone, to someone, with her, to her.
This was what it was like to be admired. Loved. Wanted. Needed.
And when she softly told you goodbye, you had kissed the corner of her lips and thanked her- turning to walk into your cabin, ankle already feeling better thanks to the ambrosia.
She grabbed you by the wrist and turned you around, pulling you against her tightly and kissing you so harshly like she had just found the secret to the world in her lips on yours, her hands on your hips.
And when she finally pulled away, embarrassing strings of spit connecting your lips, she said she was sorry. Probably the first time she had ever said that to someone, and you smiled.
âSorry. Itâs just⊠once your lips were on mine, I donât think I can ever stop. I donât wanna stop.â
And she kissed you again and it was all you ever wanted out of this life- to love and be loved, to hold and to be held, and it was all because of her.
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The welcome back campfire is your favorite time of year.
Itâs when the camp comes alive, when the Gods themselves seem to return to this place- even Mr. D is a bit more lively with all the pure infectious energy running through the first few days of camp. Everyoneâs getting settled, classes havenât started quite yet, and the year round campers get a much needed break.
As much as you and Clarisse wanted to keep things private, when she punches someone in the middle of the pavilion for accidentally bumping into you, itâs not hard to figure out Clarisse cares for you more than she does anyone else.
And after one of your younger siblings, Cara, a 12-year-old notorious for staying up late, saw you and Clarisse kissing that first night- it spread like wildfire.
But it was the winter, so it still felt secret, until summer rolled around and Clarisse kept getting more and more annoyed by every camper who entered the gates. She would grab at you in the middle of meals, drag you into her bed, even kiss you in public- do all these things that seemed so out of character for her, but she was a different person when she was with you.
Everyone had been looking at you oddly all night, shocked, confused, even Clarisse has cracked a genuine smile at someone who dropped their drink- squeezing your hand.
Maybe they had all heard the rumors. Maybe they didnât believe them.
But itâs all cleared up when Clarisse leads you to the best seat, the log not too far from the fire but not too close, wrapping her arms around you and kissing your temple.
Your cheeks heat up, only because Clarisse is never this touchy in public, and never around this many people before.
All of the eyes on you feel weird- they feel so judging.
And youâre not used to that, however vain it may be.
âEveryoneâs staring at us,â you mumble, shuffling closer to Clarisse so your legs are pressed together.
She leans her head against your shoulder. ââS okay. Donât worry about âem, baby.â
You huff. âDid no one ever teach them itâs rude to stare, though? Like⊠câmon.â
She sighs dramatically, lifting her head from your shoulder.
âStop fuckinâ staring,â she says. Not quiet shouting, but her voice is loud and forceful. Her voice carries weight.
And eventually, at the risk of Clarisseâs wrath, all the wandering eyes stop.
A few of Clarisseâs siblings laugh from around you, commenting that the stares were getting a bit ridiculous, everyone just grateful that you all might get a little reprieve from the overwhelming stares and whispers.
But, you still feel uneasy. Clarisse kisses your shoulder.
And while you look around at the faces very pointedly not staring at you, thereâs one person who still is. You roll your eyes, open your mouth to comment on it- but your mouth quickly snaps close at the sight of Alek.
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You donât mention it to Clarisse. Maybe because breaking his heart haunts you, maybe what could have been haunts you.
You try not to think of Alek or that night, you try not to think of the entire age of 13. You always knew that Alek never quite let you go. He still sort of believed that the two of you would come back together- subscribing to some abstract belief soulmates.
You donât think about Alek. Everything you do is because of her, because of Clarisse.
Sometimes, knowing you have secret admirers makes you feel all happy, but now that Clarisse sneaks you into her cabin every night- it makes you feel weird. You really donât want anyone except for Clarisse, the idea of even being near someone else kinda disgusts you.
But, you choose to believe that maybe he was just shocked, and heâll get over it in a few days.
You spend your days in the summer sun with Clarisse, holding her hand on walks through the strawberry fields, still using your archery lessons to spend time together, staring at each other from across the pavilion at meals, dreaming about a future together when it gets dark and youâre forced to whisper softly.
Alek is just always lurking. Is it coincidence? Is he stalking you? Every time youâre with Clarisse, trying to enjoy a nice date, heâs there- staring at you like a lovesick puppy.
And if it wasnât because of her, you would probably be flattered. But you have Clarisse, youâve moved on, youâre in love and happy.
Itâs the late afternoon, youâre trying to enjoy a long moment with her, breathe in the sweet smell and just feel how happy you are, know itâs because of her.
The fields are still crowded with kids who pushed off their chores until the end of the day, so you and Clarisse stay on the outskirts. Not too far into the woods thatâs filled with satyrs and nymphs who have grown very hostile towards any two campers who make their way into the woods. But not too close.
You donât even register that other people are there. Youâre going on about your annoying half-brother, sheâs pretending to listen intently- but itâs just enough to be here with her, and at least sheâs listening to the sound of your voice. At least that brings her some comfort, and that makes you feel good.
âAnd then, he said-â you trail off, feeling like somethingâs crawling all over you, practically being able to feel the anger in the air.
âHm, what?â Clarisse asks, snapping out of her reverie at your silence.
Alek is glaring at you, of course. It just feels so juvenile. You had received letters from him for years- ones that he didnât sign- but you knew. He said that the two of you had so much more to give together, that a second chance was all he needed to make you forget about the rite of passage, about pleasing your mother.
Clarisse squeezes your hand, leaning closer to you.
You used to like the feeling of getting those letters, of knowing you were loved and wanted. But now, with Clarisse, because of her- it feels wrong.
She follows your eye line and Alek quickly looks away, back down at the strawberries heâs supposed to be picking.
Clarisseâs hand tightens around yours.
âWho the hell is that?â she huffs.
You suck in a breath. âAlek.â
âAl-huh?â
You smile, despite how uneasy you feel.
âAlek, Clarisse. From my rite of passage?â
âOh,â she nods, nose scrunching ever so slightly. âThe one who left you those creepy letters? Has he left anymore?â
âNo, no,â you say, risking one more glance at his back- just to assure yourself. Maybe youâre just making it all up. âNot since last summer. I mean, he was staring at us the night of the bonfire too, heâs always around on all our dates- itâs just creepy, at this point.â
âSounds like the fucker has a death wish,â she drawls. âIâd be happy to help him with it.â
You bump her shoulder with yours. âYeah, yeah Miss Violence.â
She smiles back, but she searches her eyes and you can tell she doesnât like what she sees.
âHey, câmon. Iâll kill him if he pulls some shit again.â
âClarisse.â
âBeat him up?â
âClarisse.â
âPhysically threaten him?â
âClar-â
She smacks her hand over your mouth. âShhh,â she smiles. âDonât stress. Iâll take care of it.â
âClarisse!â you shout, laughing, but her hand is still pressed tight over your moth.
âOh, sorry, baby, I canât hear you!â
âBitch,â you hiss, and she frowns.
âMean.â
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Clarisse, unfortunately, is true to her word.
Alek finally leaves you a note. Itâs simple, unsigned, but obviously him. You recognize his chicken scratch scrawl.
All it says is:
I miss you, we could be something
She writes him a note back, a long one- first talking about all of her accomplishments as a daughter of Ares, then detailing all the ways sheâll make him regret thinking about you.
She tells you now, whispers in her bed, she laughs and your mouth hangs open.
âClarisse!â you gasp, scolding her with a soft hit to her shoulder.
She rolls her eyes and moves closer to you.
âWhat else was I supposed to do? Ignore it? You donât know me if you think I could just ignore some random dude flirting with my girlfriend. Heâs a fuckinâ weirdo, and hopefully that note will teach him somethinâ.â
âI mean. I doubt it will,â you mumble after a moment.
She smiles, your heart squeezes- because her smile is so beautiful- and because Clarisse never smiles like this. Itâs bloodthirsty. Itâs almost inhuman. Itâs Godly.
âThen Iâll have to teach him in⊠other terms.â
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Dinner this evening is slow and relaxed. Itâs Friday, so youâve all made it to the end of the first official week of camp. Chiron letâs the rules fade away tonight, cabin tables have been abandoned and everyone sits where they want.
A few Hermes kids volunteered to start a fire, Mr D is busy trying to get the new kids to sneak him some alcohol- but heâs hard pressed to find ones who havenât already been warned not to.
The energy in the air is infectious. The promise of a late wake up tomorrow, a fun night, the feeling of the moon and the fire, warmth on your skin- itâs a recipe for lowered inhibitions, for everything to come a little easier.
Clarisse sits next to you a table in the pavilion. Youâre surrounded by Silena and Beckendorf, a few Hermes kids, a few Ares kids- a big mosh of random campers squeezed together at this one table- but it works, for whatever reason.
Thereâs nothing like laughing at someoneâs shitty joke and feeling Clarisse laugh with you, pressed close to her so you can feel her chest rumble, feel her arm squeeze around you.
âHe did what?!â Silena screeches, looking at you with wide eyes.
You laugh at her shock, at the audacity of Alek.
She sneaks a quick glance at Clarisse, who seems entirely engrossed in her siblingsâ arm wresting tournament at the next table over.
âYeah,â you sigh, feeling sort of complacent with it now. Itâs not like anything will change. Youâre here because of her, because of Clarisse. Everything you do is because of her.
Breathing, eating, sleeping. Basic human functions and the need to survive has only strengthened with the motivation of staying alive for her.
âAnyways,â you smile. âClarisse left him back this big, long note. All about how sheâs the strongest girl at camp,â you roll your eyes, but youâre smiling too big to be anything but joking. Besides, everyone knows sheâs probably right. âAnd then threatened him a whole bunch. So, hopefully, heâll just get his head out of his ass and then everything will be good again.â
You breathe out at the end of your small rant, and Silena smiles sympathetically.
âHopefully,â she echoes.
But, because of Clarisse, because of her arms around you, you donât feel anything but peace.
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Of course, life is not straightforward for demigods.
At the end of the day, youâre doomed to fall in your parents footsteps- except there is no immortality for you to fall back on. Youâre vain and youâre proud, just like your parents, and you step too far, jump too high, and youâre as left dust on the floor.
Even though the same path had been left out for you to repeat, doomed footsteps to follow in, you step where they stepped and expect a different end.
The night is pitch black, besides for the brilliant stars and the bright, bright moon. It makes everything feel so private and secret. It makes Clarisse relax, makes her hold you closer but looser.
It feels good to feel her arm loose around you. Sheâs not afraid of you disappearing, because she knows of someone dragged you away you would rise up from the waves and straight back into her, into her arms.
The Apollo kids are playing music, voices hum along, the night is on fire with the crackles and the rising smoke, on fire with the peace, the content.
It feels like nothing can hurt you here.
But youâre a demigod, and life is not that easy.
The seat next to you is abandoned, and you barely even take notice as itâs quickly filled again- but you take notice of the eyes on you, of the body leaning forward to speak softly to you.
The fact that heâs here, the fact that he blatantly didnât listen- you suppose you could have felt some sympathy for before, craving a life that wasnât his anymore. Living off of memories made him too hungry.
Your mouth presses into a thin line as you recognize the voice in your ear.
âY/N, I jusâ wanna talk.â
The rest of the table has fallen silent, and you realize everyone had almost immediately taken notice of his entrance- and you could tell by the way Clarisseâs body was tense against yours- he would regret ever coming over here.
âClarisse,â you mumble, shifting closer to her.
She hooks her head over her shoulder, shifting completely so sheâs straddling the bench, pressed up against your back.
Her tone is genuinely confused.
âAre you, like, okay in the head?â
The table, previously silent with fear, now bubbles with forced laughter.
âItâs not of your business,â Alek says, staring directly into your eyes. You feel like a deer caught in headlights, just completely shocked, too scared to move like it will all become real.
Clarisse puts her hand on your forehead and floats it down across your face, and your eyes voluntarily flutter shut.
âYouâre not even worthy of being looked at by her,â and you can hear the smile on her voice. She confidence seeping from her pores- you can feel it all with the way sheâs protectively wrapped around you.
âY/N,â he says again, ignoring her through gritted teeth. âI just want to talk.â
âIf you say one more fuckinâ word to my girlfriend Iâm gonna kill you.â
Thereâs no smile on her voice, no edge of a joke. Not even angry. Sheâs deathly calm. Sheâs focused, like a 20 pound weight sinking to the bottom of the sea. She cuts through whatever she has to and everything else knows to avoid her.
You donât know why the hell Alek just canât let the 13 year old version of you go, why heâs looking something where thereâs nothing, and youâre just so done with all of this.
You open your eyes, sitting up, letting Clarisseâs arms fall around you in confusion.
âAlek,â you start, softly. âWe dated for a month when we were 13. Thatâs all it was, thatâs all itâs ever gonna be. Itâs over, okay?â
âExactly,â he breathes. âA month when we were 13- and we were that good together? We could do so much more now, I wanna show you.â
âOkay, Iâm done,â you mumble, standing up.
And without you in between, Alek finally gets a good look at the daughter of war. Sheâs pure, streamlined muscle. Every inch of her body has been meticulously trained to kill monsters- Alek knows that killing him would be easy.
Clarisse cracks her knuckles and you almost laugh at how cinematic it is.
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You hum as you run the alcohol pad over her split knuckles. Clarisse likes to leave the scars like this, the small ones, let them heal on her own. Even though she winces at the feeling, you know sheâll be walking around, proudly showing off her scabs until they finally fade away. Sheâll cross her fingers and hope they scar, probably.
Clarisse watches you with admiration, admiring your movements, your voice, even though youâre really not doing anything special. But, to her, everything you do is special.
âDid you see how bad his face was?â she asks, trying to remain calm, but eagerness slips into her voice.
âI did,â you laugh. âIt was real bad, baby. Good job.â
She huffs, as if itâs common knowledge.
âI always do a good job, just matters what level of good Iâm on. I think this was one of my best works though, huh?â
She admires her split knuckles and you roll your eyes, finally starting to put some bandaids on the clean wounds.
âYouâre crazy,â you mutter.
She shrugs. âYouâre the one who let me. Youâre the one who loves me.â
âYeah,â you mumble after a moment, not really wanting to lie to her, tease her right now. She smiles soft and sweet, placing her fingertips against your jawline and leaning forward.
âDid you like watching me?â she breathes, her low voice hitting you right in the stomach, breath against your lips.
You circle her biceps with your hands and run them up and down the tense muscle.
âYou know I did.â
âThree months no dessert,â she smiles.
âThree months of sharing with you,â you laugh. She smiles wider before finally, mercifully, putting her lips on yours.
Everything you do is because of Clarisse. It feels so good to be close to her like this- practically in her lap- fo feel how strong she is, to know what she did for you today.
It feels so good to know she loves you.
When you pull away, trying to chase her, she dodges you and kisses your jawline, your neck, and you throw your head back and release the most unladylike sounds as she leaves hickies on your neck, seemingly determined to make them as dark as possible, as easy to see. And a lot of them.
âJealous?â you say, biting your lip to keep in a moan.
âJust want everyone to know youâre my girl. Want everyone to know who makes you feel good, feel loved, huh?â
You stomach twists and your mind goes blank.
âHuh?â she repeats, sticking her face in your neck to breathe in and out, catching her breath. âWhy you feelinâ like this, baby?â
âBecause of you,â you breathe. âBecause of you, Clarisse.â
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y/n walking around the next day looking like she got attacked by a vampire
silena trying to be happy for yâall but also concerned for your health
clarisse just being proud as hell
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this was small so idk if yâall picked it up but clarisse was jealous before alek even came along- jealous that there were more campers coming! like? she just doesnât like unworthy losers looking at her girl đ
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possessive!clarisse i love you so much baby
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DUDDDDE!!
I am in LOVE with your writing. I have been craving some good Han Lue works and you're filling the hole!
Everywhere is extremely lacking in quality Han Lue content bro đđ
But any whosies.
I was wondering if it were at all possible to request a Han work from you (from what I've seen you still have requests open so if you don't im sorry)
Specifically something about a reader who's fucking amazing at driving, and has been crushing on Han for a while, and the two decode to race (set in Tokyo) and whoever wins gets the loser to do what they want. Y'know classic setup.
You could choose where this leads to. Idc if we win or loose. All I want is a little bit of fluff sprinkled amongst some smut mayhaps. You could do this in headcannon format btw don't feel obligated to write the whole thing.
I'm just thirsting for any thing I can take đđđŒ
Take your time! <3
pairing: han lue x racer!reader
words: 11.4k
warnings: some cursing and smut (pls wrap it before you tap it) don't judge my smut too much, it's been a while since i've written one
notes: hi anon! thank you for all your sweet, sweet words đ„ș i hope this is somewhere along the lines of what you were thinking of. as soon as i saw your request i was âšinspiredâš it's been a long time since i've been so hooked by a oneshot. i have worked on it almost everyday since i received it so thank you! i changed the request just a little bit, i hope you don't mind.
trust me i know there is a ridiculous lack in han content! it's the reason i'm here writing over this man! there is not enough content for the speed i consume it, lol. i've read my own headcanons like 10 times already, excluding the times i was working on it.
anyways! might have gotten a little carried away but i enjoyed writing it so much! here you go! enjoy!
i really really hope you like it!!
Tokyo was the city where you learned how to street race. Weaving through the cars on the highway became second nature the harder you pressed the gas pedal. The neon lights turned into blurs as you sped down traffic, whether it was in search of a prize or a thrill.
You were meant to meet Han Lue. His presence became known as soon as he stepped foot in the parking complexes that serve as makeshift race tracks. He quickly became popular with the crowd, especially when he joined DK's crew.
His races were seen as exclusive, known to happen once in a blue moon. He was totally opposite to you. You took the opportunity to race any moment you could. It's what lead you to become a good racer. Practice makes perfect, after all.
'Good racer' is a bit of an understatement. You're one of the best right after DK. There's a debate about whether the second best is you or Han. Each person can take their pick. Many have suggested the idea for the both of you to race, but Han has shot down each and every one. He doesn't need to prove himself to anyone. Besides, he hasn't had anything to gain from racing you.
People like to call you 'Angel' because when you started participating in the races, you looked like an absolute angel, but soon after, they discovered you raced like the devil. You fool everyone around you, even with the way you drive. Whenever someone has to go against you, they think they have your strategy down, yet you switch it up every time.
The distinctive revving of your car alerts Han of your presence. He glances to his left, where you've parked right beside him. As you open the door and step out of your car, he opens a bag of chips, depositing one into his mouth.
You walk over to him, leaning against his car like he is. The bare skin of your back arching slightly as it touches the cool metal. "Have I missed anything?"
Han shakes his head cooly, watching his surroundings. He spares you a glance, taking in what you're wearing. A short, shimmery dress with an open back and high heels. Seems like you don't plan on racing tonight. You refuse to race in high heels. You've tried before and failed. You didn't lose, but you did break off both heels.
You feel his eyes trailing over your body, and you don't mind it. You like that you can catch his attention that way. Having a crush on a guy like Han takes work. He has every woman's attention in the racing underground. They often cling to his arms and bat their eyelashes his way, and he has gladly taken a few of them home.
"You done judging my outfit?" You say, looking at him.
"Not judging, admiring," he promptly replies with a small shrug.
That right there is what feeds into your silly little crush. Han isn't afraid of your comments or banter. If you look good, he'll say it. It's the way he says it that irks you, though. He is so nonchalant and aloof like he's commenting on the weather.
It doesn't help that he's never truly made a move on you. He considers you his friend and acts that way (most of the time, at least). You hate every moment because being his friend is the last thing you want.
"I take it you're not gonna race tonight?" He asks, already knowing the answer. He just needed an excuse to talk to you. Digging into his bag of chips, he grabbed another one to pop into his mouth.
"Not unless it's against you," you respond cheekily.
Han chuckles, "Not you too."
"Are you afraid of losing, Han?" You ask him, keeping your eyes on the race about to start. Why else would he avoid racing you?
Han props one arm on the roof of his car, facing you and saying, "If you're into racing, you can't be afraid to lose, Angel."
"Then why don't you spoil me a little and race me?" You hum, turning your head to face him. He's much closer than you anticipated, but you resist the urge to pull back despite the reddening of your cheeks. You want Han to know you like him even if you refuse to say it out loud.
"Maybe one day when I have something to race for," he responds simply, kissing your cheek and turning back to watch the race.
You release a shaky sigh and try to calm your pounding heart. Extending a hand, you dip your fingers into Han's nearly empty bag of chips and steal one for yourself. Han doesn't mind lowering the bag to make it easier for you. There's a smirk on his face as he fully well knows what he did. It's fun to make you flustered.
Han is out on the streets of Tokyo doing business or collecting his money from the greedy hands of wanna be gangsters. It's entertaining, to say the least, although sometimes it gets tedious. It's only fun when they get rowdy and want to intimidate him. They should know better than to judge Han by his calm exterior.
He's walking by the busy streets of Shibuya, the shopping district of Tokyo, minding his business. Han avoids the masses of people until he looks into a store and sees you. You're by the checkout desk, ringing out a client.
Han can't help it; he's drawn to you. Forgetting the wad money he has to collect, he enters the store. The bell on top of it chimes, prompting you to greet the customer in an abnormally cheery tone.
"Hello, welcome to-Han?" You stutter over the greeting, seeing his slightly mocking grin.
Han walks over to you and leans on the counter, there was barely anyone in the store now. Perfect timing. He assesses you and your overly pink clothes, bedazzled name tag, and glossy pink lips. It's unlike you to be so pink. He recalls you telling him you hate the wretched color.
"So this is where you work, Angel," he hums, toying with the trinkets on the checkout counter.
"Not everyone can survive with racing and sketchy side deals," You mutter. One hand on your tilted hip as you shoot him an annoyed look.
If racing made you enough money, you certainly would not be working in a store that makes you wear pink on every single shift. You could get more involved in the sketchy part of racing, but things are alright for now.
"True," Han stifles a laugh. He grabs a lollipop from the big jar filled with sweets for the paying customers and pops it into his mouth.
You extend a hand to throw away the colorful wrapping, and he places it gently on your hand, fingertips grazing your palm. You're not a teenager to be reacting over such minuscule actions, yet you do.
"What are you doing here, Han?" Han adores it when you say his name that way, pretending to be annoyed by his presence when in reality, you love having him around.
"Wanted to visit my favorite girl," he responds aloofly, carefully gauging your reaction. As he expected, your cheeks redden, and you try to hide it.
"Did you know lying makes your nose grow long," you scoff, rolling your eyes.
"Could be useful," Han says cheekily, causing your blush to deepen.
"If you're not going to buy anything, you can't be here," you shoot with a pout.
You weren't prepared to face Han this afternoon. You didn't get to repeat your affirmation as you do every night you encounter him. His constant playfulness throws you off, not giving you the opportunity to compose yourself.
"Oh no, consumerism got its claws on you," he jokes sarcastically. You glare at him and cross your arms over your chest, which only emphasizes the size of your chest. "Fine, help me find a new jacket?"
You round the counter and motion for Han to follow you toward the men's section. Your coworker will have no problem taking over the checkout counter.
You shoot Han question after question in search of the perfect jacket for him: colors, textures, durability, versatility, sizing, and so on. He responds just as quickly, propping an arm up and leaning against a rack of clothes as he watches you storm all over the store in search of the item that screams Han. He had no intentions of buying anything today but seeing how invested you got it leaves him no choice.
"I quite like this one," you beam, standing Han in front of a full-length mirror. You slide off the jacket he's wearing and replace it with the nice black leather jacket you found for him. Dusting him off, you look into the mirror seeing how perfectly it fits his broad shoulders.
"Why do I feel like you're giving me the most expensive one?" Han asks, looking at himself in the mirror.
He had to admit you picked well. He looks great in the black leather jacket. It didn't have too many buckles to make him uncomfortable, and it wasn't too warm either. The material felt nice and luxurious hence his comment.
"You asked for my help," you shrug, "It's not my fault I have expensive taste. Besides, you look hot in it." You wink at Han through the mirror.
Han tries to hide the smile forming on his lips. You were getting bolder and bolder. He knows about your crush on him; you're terrible at hiding it. Truthfully, he's felt the same from the moment he saw you race. You're oblivious, though, so he likes to tease you.
"I'll take it," Han sighs, refusing to look at the price tag. "Might even wear it on a date."
"Oh, you've got a date?" Your smile falters, quickly regretting picking such a nice outfit that makes him look so handsome. You'd definitely put out if a man wore that to a date and was as lovely as Han. All of your hard work just for another girl to enjoy it. If you catch one of Han's little friends wrapped around the jacket...you will burn it.
"Not yet," he says mysteriously, taking off the jacket and returning to the checkout counter. Han has to get going. He does have to collect his money. Especially now that you've convinced him to buy the expensive leather jacket. 'It's an investment,' he tells himself.
"She'll be one lucky girl," you huff, scanning the tag, carefully folding it, and placing it on a bag. "Don't worry, I'll apply the friends and family discount."
You watch Han go through the display window and hope he was just fucking with you on the whole date thing. You can live with your crush and have him as just a friend, but if he gets a girlfriend, you will not be able to manage it. You scold yourself silently for acting like a lovesick teenager. You're better than that. Right?
Taking the party to Han's club after a race is a must, especially after winning six thousand dollars. You won't have to worry about rent for at least six months, which is something to celebrate.
You park next to Han's car, and he waits for you to enter the plain-looking building. People greet him left and right as they go through the door that pours music and lights each time it's opened.
"You sure are popular," you tease him, leisurely walking towards him.
"Comes with the territory," Han responds without missing a beat. "Ready?" He asks, motioning for you to walk ahead of him.
"Always," you chirp. You purposefully accentuate the sway of your hips, giving Han something to look at.
Being a Friday night, the inside is filled to the brim, there isn't any space for more drunken people. Using your short height to your advantage, you easily find a way to the connecting hallway between this part of the club and the more exclusive one.
Han isn't as lucky constantly losing you from his sight. He's conscious that you are a grown woman capable of making your own decisions and caring for yourself, but he'd feel better being with you.
When he catches up to you at a point, he grabs your hips, pressing you against him, preventing you from getting lost again. You look back, startled, expecting to see a stranger rubbing against you. Noticing this, Han quickly calms you, "It's just me, Angel."
'It's just Han,' you repeat to yourself. You grab onto one of his hands, holding onto your hip, taking full advantage of the situation. Having Han wrapped around you feels like being on cloud nine. If this wasn't his club, you'd be going in circles, so he never pulls away.
With Han holding onto you, the way to the 'not-so-secret' hallway takes longer than usual. Not that you're complaining, though! Han's firm grip makes you fall harder for him. It fuels your imagination on how it would feel in other situations.
Han enjoys this position just as much as you do. He can pretend it's a safety thing as he steers you away from the sweaty bodies of drunks dancing, but it's for his selfish gain.
Having your body close to him reminds him of what he's missing and desperately desires. It started as a little innocent game for Han, knowing you had a crush on him, but then it turned into something more. He likes that you have feelings for him and wants it to stay that way. Han wants your attention on him all the time. His games are over; he wants you.
To your surprise, Han doesn't let go of your waist when you enter the hallway. Instead, he slings one arm around it as he walks beside you. "Maybe we should've taken the other entrance," he smirks.
"And miss the show?" You chuckle, finding a couple making out in the deserted hallway. Neither is willing to admit it's not about the show but about Han's proximity.
Unlike all the other times in the past you've partied with Han, he doesn't let go of you for more than two minutes. You dance all night together, just the two of you, no girls coming up to Han and no guys coming up to you. There simply wasn't a window of opportunity.
"You enjoying yourself?" He says in your ear over the loud music. Your back is against his front as your sway and roll your body to the beat. One of his hands is nursing a drink, and the other is right where it should be, on you.
"I won 6k and have a cute guy buying me drinks and dancing with me. What do you think?" You giggle, turning in his arms to face him instead. The drinks stop you from overthinking and let you wrap your arms around his neck. Faces close. You want to kiss him so bad you're not drunk enough, though, and it's not the way you'd like to do it, either.
"Just making sure," he smiles down at you, hand on your lower back.
The night is long, yet with Han, it goes by so fast. Sooner than you'd prefer, he walks you to your car, no longer holding onto your waist but your hand. There are only a few stragglers left behind who refuse to acknowledge the night is over. You and Han are two of them.
Reaching your white and red, modified skyline Han opens the door for you. With one arm propped against the open door and the other extended onto the roof, Han cages you against your car. Before you get in, you turn to face him, finding the bravery to do something you've been thinking about all night.
"Thanks for tonight, Han. I had fun," you say softly, suddenly feeling shy.
"Anytime, Angel," he responds smoothly, brushing his fingers on your naked shoulder. The jacket you wore earlier was discarded somewhere in the bar. An excuse for Han to see you outside the races.
"Well, goodnight." Gathering every particle of bravery, you stand on your toes and peck his lips softly.
It's only a tiny, innocent kiss, yet it makes Han close his eyes. It happens too quickly for his liking. You have been growing bolder, bold enough to kiss him. He needs to step up his game.
Taking advantage of his distracted state, you close your car door and rev the engine. On the drive to your apartment, you squeal in excitement. Fingers ghost over your lips, replaying the small kiss over and over again.
Another chance at a race becomes available only days after your win. Men love to challenge women, especially those who are winning, much like you are.
They hate seeing you be successful, but it doesn't bother you in the least. It's another opportunity to win cash or a car, which you can use for parts and sell what you don't need.
As you roll up to the starting line, Han approaches your window, leaning down to duck his head in.
"Come to give me a good luck kiss?" You speak playfully, lips turned up into a smile.
You two haven't talked about what happened at the club and have continued to act as you usually do. He's been more touchy with you, though, often trying to find a way to be close to you. Being the lovestruck fool you are, you've encouraged it, finding those ways to let him be close.
"We both know you don't need luck. You've got this in the bag, Angel." Han speaks encouragingly, "Tell you what, though. You win, and it's yours."
"Making me earn it, I see," you laugh, shaking your head. "Alright, you've got a deal. See you on the other side."
Han is confident you'll win. With a last reassuring tap on your door, he steps back, finding his place in the crowd.
Your opponent finally drives up to the starting line, sending you an unnecessary nasty look you laugh at. The flag girl stands between the two cars, her dress leaving nothing to the imagination. You respect it. They are a lot more confident than you are in that department.
You are off when the word 'go' falls from her lips. You knew this track by heart, having raced it so many times. You knew exactly when to hit the gas and when to press the brake to get the car to swerve.
Han's full attention is on your race, and when your car disappears to another level, he takes the elevator up to the top floor, where the finish line is. Watching you race is interesting. You always come up with ways to confuse your opponents.
With a bag of chips, he anxiously waits for your victory. Regardless of your ability to race and win, your races make him nervous. He cares about you, and so many things can go wrong.
The noisy crowd gets louder as the sound of tires screeching gets closer. In seconds, your car swerves onto the top floor, again marking you as the victor. There's not a scratch or bump in your car. Your opponent arrives shortly after with dents and long scratches in his paint.
The crowd cheers loudly for you, coming up to you to congratulate you and tell you how cool you looked. Your opponent comes up to you and hands you his keys with a scowl. You shrug it off. A deal is a deal.
Winning leaves you on a high, a feeling of invincibility wrapping around you. You've learned to control it because that feeling caused a big loss years ago. You get distracted by the people around you and forget Han's promise. It's funny because it was the only thing running through your head while you raced.
"Good job out there," Han says, catching up to you later in the night once the hype died down.
"Why, thank you!" You chirp, closing the hood of your car and leaning back to sit on it.
"I believe I made a promise," Han mentions, stepping close to you until you're face to face, only a few inches between the two of you.
"You did," you nod, biting your lip.
Han notices this, bringing a hand up to cup your face, his thumb tugging your lip loose from the tight hold of your teeth. The other wraps around your waist, pulling you close. You slide on the warm metal of your car, placing a hand on his chest to brace yourself as Han settles between your legs.
"I'm a man of my word," he whispers, finally leaning down to press his eager lips against yours. Han is greedy for many things, and your lips are one of them. Ever since that night at the club, he's wanted to smash his lips against yours, to feel you close, taste you.
Your eyes instantly flutter close, fisting Han's shirt in your hand as if afraid he'll pull away too quickly. The kiss starts slowly as you both test the waters, but it soon becomes not enough. Han tilts his head, deepening the kiss.
It's an electric shock that consumes him and doesn't let him go. This is the result of Han holding himself back, and you made it worse when you gave him a taste the other night.
Han slips a hand under your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin. You gasp against his lips, arching your back as his cold fingers catch you by surprise. It serves as an opportunity for Han, his tongue pushing past your pouty lips, savoring the moment.
You gave into him, offering everything you have in exchange for this moment. His warmth wraps around you, burning you from the inside out. The need to breathe makes itself present too soon and becomes far more demanding than the need for each other's lips.
Han pulls away, your bottom lip between his teeth. You're breathless, as if you ran a marathon. You feel lightheaded, intoxicated by Han, who continues to peck your lips softly. He might be addicted already. The tips of his fingers draw soothing circles on your lower back, grounding you in the moment.
"So this is what winning feels like," you breathe out, smoothing Han's shirt with your palms. A futile way to hide their shakiness.
Han laughs, pressing his face against your neck and leaving a fleeting kiss behind. "Appears so, Angel."
A perk of being Han's friend is using his garage whenever you want. The days of paying for a spot to fix your car in a stranger's garage are far in the past. At the moment, you've spent the most part of the afternoon upgrading your car. The car you won on your last race sits beside yours with the hood popped open as you switched around pieces. He had quality parts, and his driving still sucked.
Twinkie, Earl, and the others are scattered around the large garage, working on different things and chattering. You had purposefully picked a spot away from them so you wouldn't get distracted. With work, your time is limited.
Han is on the second floor, leaning against the railing and pretending to watch the first floor and what they are doing. In reality, he is watching you closely.
You're bent over the hood of the car, working on unscrewing a tight bolt, cursing at the man who installed it initially. It's a sight straight out of his dreams. Your Nike sweatpants hung low on your hips, framing your ass perfectly. If he focused, he'd see the dimples on your lower back. His mind ran wild at the thought of pressing his thumbs against them while taking you from behind.
It's been a while since he's slept around. He cut himself off when he realized his feelings for you. What was the point of sleeping around if he wouldn't be satisfied? Those girls weren't you. They were temporary relief. Now, his pants tighten at anything you do. It's like he's seventeen again and unable to keep it in his pants.
He followed the curve of your ass to your arched back and the cropped shirt you wore. The matching crew neck sweater you arrived in is discarded in your car due to the heat. The revealing shirt rose with each of your movements, revealing the band of your baby blue bra. You tug on it for the millionth time today, annoyed.
The strands of hair you curled to frame your face stick uncomfortably to your sweaty forehead. You regret not putting them back into the two braids that fell over your shoulders.
Han needed to rip his eyes away from you before the others noticed. He's been staring for too long, fantasizing about everything he could do to you. To Han, you looked even more beautiful than you did that night with your sparkly dress and makeup. A woman who knows her way around a car is instantly a hundred times more attractive in his eyes.
As he accidentally visualizes you taking his cock from that same exact position, car included, you groan and straighten up. "I need help," you whine to no one in particular. The bolt is not budging, no matter how hard you try.
Han snaps out of his fantasy and springs into action, quickly appearing by your side. You've bent over again, wrench in hand, to give it one more try before giving up. He leans beside you, a hand on your lower back for faux support.
"What's the matter, Angel?" He says softly, one hand propping him up as he looks at the machinery under the hood. It's better if he helps you. He can't continue listening to your whines and groans.
"I need to unscrew those," you point at the bolts giving you a hard time.
Han asks for the wrench in your hands, and you place it in his hand, annoyed. You don't need the help of a man to do this, but it's Han, so you'll take it. You watch him as he places the wrench around the bolt, his arm tenses, emphasizing his muscles hidden by the short-sleeved button-up he wore over a white wife-beater tank.
His hair fell around his eyes as he successfully unscrewed the bolts. Feminism died as you lustfully took in Han, biting your lip. 'What a man,' you thought. You would've instantly refused the help if he had been any other guy.
"There you go," Han says, handing you the wrench. When he spares you a glance, he laughs softly. Good to know he has the same effect you have on him.
"Whatever would I do without you," you purr, shooting him a mischievous smile, "You deserve a reward." That's what it has come to, silly excuses to kiss Han because you're just friends. Nothing more.
Han looks at your lips briefly before snapping back to your eyes. You grin at him, leaning closer to kiss him for his 'hard work.' You know that he's been watching you all this time; you saw it from the reflective surface of the toolbox. Seeing his quickness to help you makes you believe he enjoyed the show.
Your lips brush teasingly against his, and just before Han can grab the back of your neck to stop the teasing, a loud bang tears through the room. Both you and Han pull away to see where the sound comes from, but Han bangs his head on the car's hood in the process.
"What the hell was that?" Han yells, rubbing the back of his head. He's annoyed that he's been interrupted.
"Sorry! The motor I was working on fell!" Earl exclaims from the other side of the garage, unaware of the daggers Han is throwing him.
"Best I get back to work," you quietly say with a chuckle, taking the piece you needed out of the car to bring it to yours.
"Yeah," Han says simply, reluctantly leaving to do his own thing.
Each and everyone that's in Han's garage returns to their business after the noisy interruption. Twinkie turns on a radio, blasting music to drown out the silence and clanking of tools. You work without interruption for the next three hours, giving your car all the love it deserves.
You clean your hands free of the motor oil and grease and search for Han. Your work for today was done. Now that you took anything valuable from the car you won, you had to sell it. You figured Han could do that for you.
"Hey, are you busy?" You ask him, seeing him working on a part by his desk.
"Nah, what's up, Angel?" He questions, dropping the screwdriver in his hand to focus all his attention on you.
Leaning on the desk casually, you begin speaking, "After I replace the bumper and give it a new paint job, can you sell that car for me?"
"Shouldn't be a problem," glancing at the car, Han agrees. It's a popular car in the racing world, and as soon as he gets the word out he's selling it, many offers will pop up.
"You're the best, Han!" You beam at him, pushing yourself off the desk to return downstairs.
"Angel, wait," he calls after you. Being your friend has been fun, yet he needs more. You shouldn't have to come up with excuses to kiss him; you should be able to do it freely whenever you want.
"Yes, Han," you ask softly, tilting your head in question.
Standing up from the rolling chair, he approaches you, "Do you want to go on a date?"
A grin sneaks past your lips before you even process what he said. Instantly, you nod your head, "I'd love to." You could combust at that moment. Finally, after months of pining, Han asked you out.
"Let's go," he smiles, grabbing your hand and guiding you to his car.
"Wait, now?" You furrow your eyebrows.
"Yes, unless you have something more important," he asks, teasing you.
"Nothing is more important, but I'm a mess," you shake your head hesitantly. You spent your afternoon working on cars, sweating, and getting covered in grease. You didn't think it would be in sweatpants when you pictured going on a date. Not to mention the state of your hair.
"No, you're not. If you must know, you've had me distracted all day," Han whispers the last part in your ear, trying to convince you even if it means giving himself away.
"Am I supposed to apologize?" You question, the corner of your lip curving into a sultry smile. You had been right all along.
"No, just agree to the date. Be spontaneous," Han bounces his eyebrows cutely.
"Let's do it," you sigh, hoping you won't regret it.
"Atta girl," Han smiles victoriously.
Han tries to remember the last time he had a proper date. Even with his ex, they just sort of happened. No date ever officially branded as such. It's why rather than asking you and waiting for the day to arrive, he decided to do it spontaneously. It leaves him no time to be nervous or to overthink things.
You slide your sweatshirt back on on the way out to shield yourself from the chilly Japanese night. Han opens the door to his car for you, shutting the door when you slip in. The drive is short as he takes you to a small family-owned sushi place he swears by.
"I'm surprised you eat more than chips and crackers," you joke with him as the food arrives, and he takes a bite.
"I definitely eat more than that," Han replies nonchalantly, referring to something else entirely. It's something you don't catch despite your dirty mind.
A discussion develops when you discover Han always orders the same thing in the restaurant. He's in Japan. He needs to throw himself into the culture and try new things.
Starting easy, you grab a piece of sushi from your plate, "You need to try this."
"I don't know," Han grimaces as he looks at the sushi held in your chopsticks.
"That's not an answer. Open your mouth," you groan, gently placing the sushi roll in his mouth.
You watch him chew slowly, getting a feel for the new food. "It's good," he agrees, liking whatever you had ordered. It was delicious, actually.
"Better than yours, right?" You ask him, knowingly, pointing your chopsticks at him.
"Yes," he rolls his eyes, refusing to give you the satisfaction.
"Told you," you sing, grabbing both plates and placing them in the middle of the table. Now you could each grab from both and share your meals.
The date goes smoothly. It's a wonder why the two of you hadn't gone to dinner before today. You already know Han is attentive and funny but his wisdom surprises you. He's already lived through so much, more than an average person. Despite being a couple years older than you, he retains his youth. That may be why he appeals to a younger crowd as well.
"What was your life like growing up?" You ask him, taking a drink from your Coke. Han ordered another plate of sushi to share, the one you chose earlier.
"My upbringing wasn't the best," he shrugs, remembering his life in California as a teen. "I was always in trouble."
"Why does something tell me that you were the one causing the trouble," you say, narrowing your eyes.
"I definitely was," he chuckles, "But in the end, it brought me here, and I'm happy."
Han believes in the timing of life. He's been after Tokyo for so long. Before stepping foot in Tokyo, he had to go through the Dominican Republic, Rio, Germany, Shanghai, London, and many more places. It was supposed to happen that way, or he wouldn't have met you.
"I knew it," you sigh dramatically, "I've always been into bad boys."
"What about you, Angel?" He returns the question, curious about your past.
"I grew up in a normal Japanese family. My dad's a mechanic, my mom a nurse, and my sister a pain in the ass. I went to school for engineering and graduated with top honors," you tell him, reminiscing on your not-as-impressive past.
"You say that as if it's easy to graduate with top honors," Han chides you, to which you roll your eyes. "Why work retail? Doesn't engineering make you a lot more money?"
"Don't laugh, okay?" You point at Han. When he agrees not to laugh, you continue, "I wanted to be a Formula 1 racer when I was younger. My dad signed me up to participate in smaller competitions, and I was pretty damn good. My mom was totally against it and forced my dad and me to quit.
Fast forward, I'm in college, and engineering seemed like the way to go. Learned about street racing and figured that could be a way back into my dream. It's a foolish thought. The professionals spend years in proper circuits practicing and competing. No one comes with a background of illegal racing."
Han wasn't expecting that answer. He assumed you hated engineering and did it to appease your parents. He wonders why you thought he would laugh. Your dream is nothing to laugh at. Having witnessed your racing, you undoubtedly had the innate talent. "So retail?" He prompts, realizing you didn't answer the first question.
Snapping your fingers, you say, "Right! I figured I'd always have my degree. I'd rather spend my time having fun now; when the time comes, I'll return to that. I do like it, but I'm not ready to commit to a life of 9 to 5's. I prefer spending my time in the wee hours of the night racing. Since I can't be a Formula 1 racer, I'll be a street racer. Much cooler, anyways."
"That takes guts," Han tells you, "I'm glad you're doing it."
You give him a little shrug and a smile because you were too. Despite your childish dream dying when your mom forced you to quit, you're still happy with your life. Especially if you end up with a guy like Han.
Han, being a gentleman, pays for dinner. Before returning to the car, you stop by a convenience store for dessert. Han follows you buying snacks for himself. In search of something sweet, you find a shelf filled with Pocky. You grab the chocolate-covered ones with a plan in mind.
You and Han sit at a table outside the convenience store. It was getting late, so only a few people were around. You open the packet of Pocky, taking out a chocolate-covered stick.
"Have you ever played the Pocky game?" You ask, taking a bite of the treat.
"No. What is it?" Han looks at you curiously.
"Essentially, you grab one end of the Pocky stick, and I grab the other. We have to eat it, but if one of us pulls away, they lose," you respond simply, hiding the game's purpose.
"That sounds awfully like Lady and the Tramp," Han mentions, catching onto your intentions.
Offering him a stick, you say, "Want to play?"
Han smiles at you and grabs the Pocky stick placing the biscuit end between his teeth. You hold the chocolate-covered end and tap his hand to start. You both take it slow, Han opting to stay still as you near his lips. You tilt your head when you're close to his lips, giving him the perfect opportunity to kiss you when only a small piece is left.
You smile into the chocolate-flavored kiss. If you wanted to kiss Han, you could've done it without so many sneaky plans or excuses, but it wouldn't be as fun.
"So, who won?" Han asks when you pull away.
"Does it matter?" You cheekily say, pulling him back in for another kiss.
There's no flaw in your reasoning. Han pulls you close, lifting your legs to lie in his lap. You spend more time than you care to admit making out outside the convenience store.
Han offers to drive you to your apartment since your car needs to be finished. Throughout the drive, his hand is laced with yours in your lap. Small talk flows between you as you continue to learn about each other.
Smoke coming from your apartment building cuts that conversation short. Firefighters stand outside the building, spraying water into the source of the fire. Han steps out of the car with you to ask anyone what is going on.
Noticing the building manager across the street, you approach him. He quickly blurts out all the information he knows. You're one of many of the tenants to approach him. "There's a fire on the sixth floor. We don't know the damage yet. I understand this is your residence, but you need somewhere else to say for the next few days while we asses the damage and inspect the building."
"What am I going to do?" You groan, covering your face with your hands. You worry about where you'll stay and your stuff in your apartment. You have important documents in there.
"You can stay with me," Han offers without a hint of hesitation.
"Are you sure? I don't want to impose." It's nice of Han to offer you a place to stay, but would it be too much at this stage of their situationship. Last thing you want is to push boundaries.
"You're not imposing. Let me help you," Han insists, grabbing your hand to rub soothing circles in it. It's a given he has feelings for you, but before that, you are his friend, and he's not going to leave you out on the streets or sleeping in your car.
Han offers you calming words on the way to his apartment. Your apartment is on the twelfth floor and the other side of the fire. Chances are that your stuff will probably be fine. Whether the building will close for renovations is another matter entirely.
His apartment is just another level to the building he owns. Its entrance is on a more private side. Inside, it's very clean and organized, a surprise since you expect most guys to be messy. Picture frames and knick knacks are scattered throughout the space, giving you more of a glimpse into Han's life.
It's quiet between the two of you but comfortable. Han is giving you time to process what you saw in your building. He offers you his shower if you'd like, and when you brought up you didn't have any clothes, he searched for a clean t-shirt and sweatpants you could borrow from him.
A shower is just what you need as you let the water cascade down your body. Fire aside, it has been a great day, even before Han asked you on a date. Hope fills your being at the prospect of soon beginning a relationship with Han. So far, everything points out it can happen. There haven't been any red flags or hesitation from him.
You change into the oversized t-shirt Han picked out for you and the spare pair of underwear you always carry in your bag. Smart girls know to carry a spare in case of emergencies. You debate about wearing the sweatpants he left for you but choose against it. The t-shirt covers enough.
You shyly make your way out of the bathroom in search of Han. You find him in the bedroom, grabbing an extra pillow and blanket. "The bed is yours," he mentions, eyes briefly trailing your naked legs.
"Where will you sleep?" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. If anyone has to sleep on the couch, it should be you.
"I'll take the couch," he responds, as you expected.
"Han, stop being a gentleman and get in bed with me," you say, taking the pillow from his grasp and placing it back on the top of the bed.
He offers you an 'Are you sure?' look, and you nod confidently. He doesn't need to be told twice. Han steps out of the bedroom for a few minutes and grabs a shower. Taking that time, you get on the bed to get comfortable, it's soft, and you sink into it.
You're snoozing off when he returns to the room. Han carefully peels back the sheets and gets under them. Feeling the bed dip, you turn to the side to face him.
Your sleepy mood makes you cuddle up to him without much thought. The smell of his soap invades your senses. Han naturally accepts it, throwing an arm around your waist and hugging you closer, legs intertwined. He kisses the top of your head, finding comfort in the position.
Thankful doesn't begin to cover how you feel. There's this overwhelming sense of security that comes with Han. There is something about him that makes you trust him. Deep down, you know he wouldn't intentionally hurt you.
"How are you feeling?" Han checks up on you before you fall asleep.
"I'm okay. I hope none of my things got damaged," you mumble into his chest, pressing a kiss into it afterward. "Thank you for everything, Han. Your help with the car, the date, letting me invade your bed," you finish with a soft laugh.
"Anytime, Angel," he responds truthfully. If he can help you in any way, he will. Sleep consumes both quickly after, and it becomes the best night you've both had in a while.
The following day you're the first to wake. Han's arms are around your waist, and you feel his breath tickle the back of your neck. He's warm, and you just want to sink into it even more. Your need to pee pries you out of his embrace, though.Â
As carefully as possible, you slip out of his loose grasp and head to the bathroom. Han had picked out a toothbrush for you the night before, which you're thankful for. Shuffling out of the bathroom, you cook breakfast for Han as a 'thank you' for his hospitality.
You pick the ingredients you need from his fridge, careful not to make too much noise. Your progress is slower than you prefer as you get used to the kitchen layout and localize everything you might need.
Soon enough, you drop pancake batter into the pan, and while that cooks, you scramble eggs with veggies. Since it's his kitchen, you assume he'll like what you make. It's his ingredients, after all.
Just after finishing the last batch of pancakes, you hear the patter of Han's feet entering the kitchen. You turn to glance at him quickly and greet him, "Good morning! I made you breakfast, sit!"
"You didn't have to do that," Han says, coming up behind you. He traps you between his body and the stove as if having you close last night wasn't enough.
"Yes, I did! You let me stay here, borrow clothes, sleep in your bed," you flip the pancakes as you count all the nice things he's done in less than 24 hours.
Humming, unconvinced, Han kisses your cheek and thanks you. It sends a tingle between your legs as his voice is raspy and deep from sleep. Your cheeks flare up, betraying you as always.
Han follows your orders and sits by the kitchen table, waiting till you're done to begin eating. With that time in his hands, he observes you. You're wearing the t-shirt he loaned you, which swallowed your frame. Each time you flipped a pancake, it rose slightly to reveal the light green fabric of your panties. Han soaked the sight in and wondered if this was what waited for him in the near future.
His eyes continue trailing down to your thick thighs. He wouldn't mind being trapped between them. Lower and lower, his gaze went from your pretty legs to your varnished toes. Back up, it went as you turned off the stove and approached the table. You weren't wearing a bra under the t-shirt, as your nipples poked through the thin fabric.
Han's glad he didn't notice these things last night, or he wouldn't have been able to sleep a wink. Spreading his legs, he tried to hide the hard-on he was sporting. None the wiser, you sit on the empty chair near him and tell him to eat up.
Shooing the dirty thoughts from his mind, Han thanks you one more time and digs in. It's a lovely morning, with light chatter bouncing between you. Han praises your cooking every chance he gets and even finishes the pancakes you left over but not before drenching them in more syrup. When both of you are done, you clear the plates and place them in the sink to wash.
"Angel, come 'ere," Han calls from behind you.
Mindlessly you walk over to him, wondering what he wants. Han grabs your waist, pulling you to his lap. "Han, what are you doing? I have to do the dishes!" You squeal, holding onto him, afraid he'd let you fall.
"No, you don't," he speaks softly, one hand cupping your cheek.
"I don't?" you prompt, leaning into his touch.
"Let me properly thank you," he offers, lips chasing yours. Han can't contain himself any longer. You've done a number on him, strutting around his kitchen in your underwear. He wants you. He needs you.
You lean into the kiss as you always do, pouring everything you have into it. Tasting the coffee on his tongue, you bring your hand around the back of his neck, softly tugging the long strands of hair. Han groans into the kiss, having missed that sensation.
Repositioning yourself, you straddle Han in the rickety kitchen chair. You feel his hands all over your body, trailing down your back to grasp your ass in his palms. Every so often, you'd resurface to breathe but dip down again and again to continue kissing him.
Han feels himself harden as you rub your center against him deliciously. It's clear as day you want him just as much as he wants you.
"Want to spoil me and fuck me?" You breathe heavily, kissing Han's neck.
"So bold," Han chuckles, his hands wandering under the t-shirt to feel your warm skin, his nails faintly scratching your back, sending shivers down your spine. "Six months ago, you would've been too scared to ask me that."
Six months ago, you would've been too scared to kiss him on the cheek, but you've come a long way. As time passes, you realize your feelings are not one-sided because Han means every word he speaks to you despite his taunting nature. Each and every complement is honest.
"I got tired of waiting around for you," you bite back, nipping his neck and sucking a pretty bruise on it.
Han hisses at the momentary sting, "I thought I was just a friend?"
You laugh sarcastically, picking your head up to stare at him, "I don't let friends kiss me or grope my ass."
"What does that make me then?" Han raises an eyebrow, cheekily squeezing your ass as a smirk forms on his lips.
"Special," you shrug, lips pouty and swollen.
"Because?" He wants to hear you say that you feel something for him. It's a last hurrah on giving you a hard time for fun.
You realize it's time to be honest and come out with it. You stopped hiding your feelings a while ago. Hell, you even asked Han to fuck you. All that's left is to admit your feeling out loud. "Because I have feelings for you, Han Lue," you whisper, brushing the hair that threatens to fall over his eyes.
"That's all you had to say," Han murmurs, catching your lips in a passionate kiss.
The heat rises with each passing moment. Your feelings have now come to a boil and bubbled over. Han picks you up easily and sits you on the kitchen table. He leaves his touch on your naked back to trace the outside of your thighs. It's time to give you precisely what you asked for and what he has been fantasizing about for far too long.
Grabbing the elastic band of your panties, Han slides them down the curve of your ass and your thighs until they are off. He throws them somewhere in the room, the information unimportant for now.
"Han, please," you whine, spreading your legs wider and giving him access to your most private part. You beg between kisses to feel his touch where you need it most.
"So impatient, Angel." Han jabs lightly as his right-hand touches the inside of your thigh. The pads of his fingers brush over your thighs repeatedly, nearing the apex more and more with each stroke.
You gasp as he finally dips a finger into your folds, gathering the slick that formed to spread it around your bundle of nerves. You gasp, breaking the kiss and throwing your head back.
Han sucks on your neck and collarbones as you moan into the air. Slipping a finger into your tight walls, he groans, thinking about how they'll feel around his hard cock.
"Fuck, Han, feels so good," you sigh when Han adds another digit into your soaking core and presses on your clit with his thumb.
"I didn't realize I made you this wet," he says into your neck as you grind your hips into his hand. You must've been wanting this for as long as he has.
"Liar," you respond, staring at him with hooded eyes. The nights you've touched yourself while thinking about him are many. The real thing is a million times better.
Han watches you intently, catching every little reaction you have to his touch. The moans and whines echo through the room and are music to his ears. Without a doubt, there's a wet patch in his boxers as his tip leaks precum from the erotic sight in front of him.
Your walls clenching around him alert him you're close, and promptly after you make it known as you beg him not to stop, except he doesn't listen and stops just as you're about to cum.
"Why did you stop?" You complain, eyes wide in desperate need.
"Want you to cum on my tongue," he responds, stealing a quick kiss before he kneels on the floor. Wrapping his strong arms around your thighs, he scoots you closer to the edge.
His words shoot another current down your legs, no doubt making more of a mess. You wait with bated breath as Han kisses the inside of your thighs, making eye contact with you as he delves into your pussy.
He licks up from your hole up to your clit. You grasp his hair with one hand, pulling the t-shirt up with the other to better look at him going down on you. Your eyes roll involuntarily when Han wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. His long fingers find your opening once more, sliding in effortlessly.
You try to maintain eye contact with Han through it all. If his hair fell on his eyes, you'd quickly brush it back, not wanting to miss his lustful gaze. It spurred Han on to see you crumbling over him, biting your lip as you tried to hide the pretty cries that wanted to fall from your lips.
Han stops licking your clit and slows his thrusting fingers each time you near your orgasm. Time and time again, he repeats this when you're near the edge. Only when your arousal coats his hand he keeps his pace, and as you whine out, 'gonna cum, don't stop,' he slips his tongue into your pussy, tasting your cum directly from the source.
He makes a great example of what his nose can do as it brushes over your clit while he tongue fucks you. You trap Han between your legs as your pussy clenches, your orgasm coming in waves. As you relax back onto the kitchen table, Han continues to lick your puffy center, being careful with your sensitive nub.
When he stands, you fist his t-shirt, smashing your lips together, tasting your essence. "Let's take this to the bedroom," Han pants. You nod eagerly and squeal when he picks you up, your legs wrapped around his waist.
You leave a trail of kisses on his neck as he makes his way to the bedroom. Once there, you both fall on the bed, Han hovering over you. He tugs on your t-shirt, "As much as I love seeing you in my clothes, this has to come off."
Without the shirt, he can admire your naked body. A lone finger slides down from your neck to your sternum. It slides to your side near the curve of your left breast, where a small sakura flower is tattooed.
"This is my new favorite thing about you," Han softly says, noticing you staring at him.
The tattoo was an impulsive thing to do. You had wanted a tattoo for years but never knew what to get. After your last breakup two years ago, you got the little flower instead of getting bangs and dying your hair. It has no real meaning to you. It's just a cute flower.
"You're the first to see it since I got it done," you tell him, a laugh bubbling from your lips as his touch on your ribs tickles.
"And I hope it stays that way," he responds. It's an unspoken promise. He wants you all to himself for the foreseeable future.
His finger continues the trajectory down your tummy, lightly going over your belly button before it traces over your mound and dips to touch your clit.
You gasp at the surge of pleasure as your clit remains sensitive from his previous actions. "Gotta say it's not fair that I'm the only one naked," you moan when Han continues to circle your nub.
"What are you gonna do about it?" Han incites you to see what you'll do.
Any remaining shyness you had is long gone as lust replaces it. You kneel in front of Han, who leans back to watch you. Your chest is close to his face, so when you lean closer to grab the hem of his shirt, he sucks one of your nipples.Â
"Han," you whine, arching your back," "Stop distracting me."
Ignoring his mouth on you, you grab his shirt and pull it off. Successfully making him stop his attack on your breasts. You peck his lips and kiss down his jaw.
You take your time kissing his toned chest and stomach. You wish to memorize every part of him. "You're so handsome, Han," you purr, glancing up at him.
Those simple words that spilled from your mouth made his heart flutter. Han is used to being the one to dish out compliments and praise the women he's with. To have you say that is like a breath of fresh air, and he can't wait to have more.
"Fuck, Angel," he groans, grasping your chin. You kiss his palm with a smile that's equally angelic and devilish.
You want to peel two more layers off Han's body and decide to do it all at once. Grasping the band of his pants and boxers, you slowly pull them down, building anticipation.
His cock springs out of its confines, landing on Han's abdomen. You don't hide your curious gaze as you take in his cock. It's so big it makes you bite your lip in anticipation. The tip is a dark pink as it drips with precum.
After you remove his pants entirely, you grasp his cock, feeling the warmth and weight of it. Han breathes out through his nose, a futile attempt to keep his cool. A string of saliva drips from your lips, coating his hard length. Each stroke you made caused a bead of pre to spill from him.
You take it as an invitation to taste him, wrapping your lips around his head your tongue licks the beads of white.Â
Han does the impossible not to push your head down to take all of him. The thought is present, though. You've barely teased him compared to how he teased you, but Han can no longer resist.Â
"I need you," Han groans, calling out your name, not the nickname you've been donned for the past three years.
You don't take it for granted. Hearing your name sends you into overdrive. Han pulls you up to kiss you and lies you down on the top of the bed. He comfortably gets between your legs that hug his waist to bring him closer. His cock brushes your wet pussy, and you both hiss at the sensation. Your pussy clenches around nothing at the thought of having Han fill you entirely.
"You ready, Angel?" Han asks you. One arm holding him up and the other wrapped around your thigh, giving you a comforting squeeze. Time stops ticking at that moment. It's just you and Han wrapped in each other.Â
"I've been ready for the past month, Han. Fuck me, please," you plead quietly, your fingertips running up and down his back.Â
"Just because you said, please." Han lines his cock up to your entrance and pushes past your lips into your warm center. Relief floods through the both of you, but it soon dissipates, and it's replaced by waves of unfiltered lust.
Han starts fucking into you deep, at the perfect pace. Your eyes involuntarily close as you feel Han's cock stretching you open and filling you like never before. Han kisses your temple and releases sexy moans into your ear with words of encouragement.
'Such a tight pussy just for me.'
'Taking me so good, Angel.'
'Can't get enough of you.'
You echo his words, encouraging him to keep fucking you. Your nails dig into his back as you try to hold on to anything, and your heels dig into his lower back. The closeness between you is intoxicating, your scents mixing and becoming one, his hair ticking your face, his warm skin heating up yours.Â
Han slows the pace momentarily, leaning back on his knees to see your pretty cunt taking his cock. He wants to commit to memory how your pussy spreads to make way for his cock, a white ring on the base of his cock, and how your little clit is exposed and vulnerable to his touch.
The other girls he's slept with only got part of his attention and dedication. He didn't mean to make a huge impression. He only did his job, often choosing to lie back and let them do as they pleased with him.Â
With you, it's different. He wants to give you his all and leave a great impression. He'll do all the work; you can just take it if that's what you want. That's the difference between you and the other girls. He lived to spoil you.
Meanwhile, you fall apart under him, moaning incoherent phrases he can barely make out. He loves hearing them, though. You reach for Han's hand as he increases his pace and grips it tightly.
Han slips his cock out of you, wanting to make his fantasy a reality. You shudder at the empty feeling and whine, "No, don't stop."Â
"Come on, Angel. Get on your knees," Han coo's at you, kissing your pouty lips. "Promise you'll cum soon."
Han positions you on your knees, your back arched as your tits rub against the bed sheets. You huff through it all, desperate to have him pounding into you again. He smacks your ass when you wiggle it to get him to do what you want.
Han enters you in one smooth motion, this position amplifying your pleasure as he hits the spongy spot inside of you more directly.
"Han!" You cry out, fisting the sheets underneath you.Â
"I'm right here, Angel," Han breathes, snapping his hips rhythmically.Â
Just as he visualized, he grabs your hips in his large hands and digs his thumbs into the dimples on your back. With a tight hold, he thrusts into you unrelentingly, and you push back onto him just as eagerly. Your cries are muffled by the pillow you're hugging to your face.
Your pussy swallows him with each thrust, even as it clenches to prepare for orgasm. He can't hold back any longer as his balls clench with each faltering thrust, and your walls squeeze him tighter than ever.
" 'm cumming," you squeal, your legs tense up and shake. Your walls contract and release in a rhythmic motion that sends Han over the edge, your name on the tip of his tongue.
Han pulls out of you, helping you get back onto a comfortable position, and lies beside you, catching his breath. He turns to look at you, and you do the same. You can't hold his gaze long as you furiously blush.
Han laughs, grabbing your hand to lace your fingers together. "You can't get shy now!"
"I can't control it!" You exclaim, hiding your face with the same pillow as earlier.Â
The rest of the day is spent in bed. Han ignores his daily responsibilities and stays in, getting lost in your touch and making promises he hopes to keep.
One Year and a Half Later...
You drive up to the empty parking complex. It's similar to the one you spend your nights on. Driving up the floors, you find Han where he told you he'd be. He leans against the familiar orange car, a bag of chips in his hands. A nice lather jacket covers his arms, making you smile when you remember how he got it in the first place.
"Hey, you wanted to meet me here?" You question, getting out of your car.
Approaching him, you kiss his salty lips and wait for an explanation regarding the random meet-up spot. In the entire year and a half of you dating, he's never asked you such a weird request.
"You feeling up to race?" Han asks you, holding your hand in his.
It's been years since the two of you met, and for the same amount of time, people have been pining you two to race. He denied every request, including the ones you threw every once in a while.
"It's about time," you exclaim, excitement filling your body. "What's at stake?"
There is something up Han's sleeve. You know that much. There is something he wants from you if he suddenly wants to race you. He could just ask. You'll give him everything he desires. You play along, though.
"Winner gets the other's car," he offers, pushing himself off the car to wrap his arms around you to hug you, his thumb soothingly brushing over the spot where your tattoo is. He last saw you when you left for your new engineering job early in the morning.
"You're willing to sacrifice your car?" You chuckle, implying you are going to win.
"It's only fair," he shrugs, kissing your cheek.
With one last peck, he lets you go and gets in his car. You follow his lead, lining up your car to the imaginary starting line. Han sets up a timer, and once it went off, both cars lurched forward at high speeds.Â
You focus on the race, forgetting it's Han you're competing with. You've been dying to go against him for so long, desperate to find out who was the better racer between the two.Â
As expected, Han makes it hard for you. The race is neck and neck as you drift up the floors of the building. Whenever Han takes the lead, you find a way to get ahead. You see the end near, and Han threatens to surpass you, but with one last boost, you keep your position, winning the race.
You leap out of your car, feeling the high of the race. No one has kept you on your toes for so long. It's a satisfying win. Han walks out of his car more calmly, smiling, happy to see you celebrate. It didn't matter to him that you were better. You deserved it.
"I can't believe I won," you exclaim, jumping into his arms as he spins you around.
"I can, and I'm so proud," Han says, kissing all over your face.
The race's prize is forgotten as you celebrate, but Han reminds you by handing you his keys, "A deal is a deal." You take the keys from him as a mere formality. You're not taking Han's precious car. Racing him is enough for you.
The weight of the keys is strange to you. They tend to be much heavier. Opening your palm to inspect them, you see that his keychains and spare keys are missing. In their place is a diamond ring.
"Han, what-" you stutter, whipping up to look at him.
"My car is yours. I figured I could be yours too. Will you marry me?" Han takes the keys from you, getting down on one knee and removing the ring from the holder.Â
From all the possible scenarios you had in mind from this clandestine meeting, Han's proposal was not one of them. Nevertheless, you have your answer instantly.
"Yes," you nod, choking back a sob.
Han grabs your hand and slides the ring onto your fourth finger. It's a perfect fit, just like Han. You drop down in front of Han, ignoring the dirty floor, to kiss and hug him.
Han kisses away your tears, a smile permanently etched on his face. He never thought he'd see the day he would settle down, but this past year has been near perfection with you, and he doesn't see himself with anyone else.
"Did you let me win to set this up?" You ask him later that night. His arms are wrapped tightly around you as you lie on his chest.
"No," he answers simply, kissing your head.
"You let me win," you then say assertively.
"No, I did not, Angel," he answers again, hiding his smile in your hair.
"I don't believe you. We have to race again," you tell him, lifting your head to glance at him.
"I don't have a reason to. I've got everything I want right here. Take the win, Angel," Han tells you sweetly, his fingers playing with your ring.
"For now," you huff, settling back down and cuddling up to him.
Fin.Â
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sweet tooth (for you) pt3 || lando norris smau
a/n: sorry this took so long lmao.
pairing: lando norris x singer! ex-leclerc! reader
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warnings: cursing
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Pairings: Yoongi Ă y/n
Genre/tags: Arranged marriage
Warning: đđđ mention of blood/violence/drugs/trafficing, trauma, mention of killing, kidnapping, gun, mention of food/eating/weight, cursing, sensual touching, making out smoking, smut (but not this chapter)
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Part 1 - Prisoner
Part 2 - Escape
Part 3 - Twilight
Part 4 - Fate
A/N: again... im really sorry for being a slow writer/update for this mini seriesđđ» i can't help it. đ I do get msgs asking for updates & i feel bad... so sorry đ„č I try my best to have time to get into the story/characters whenever i have free time. I work full time and have a 2nd job too so it takes all my energy. I'm really... really sorry.đ
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(Prologue/Flashback)
"Sshh..." she covers your mouth for you to stay quiet and not make any noise. She reminds you constantly to keep it together or else they will find you. "Just a little bit more, Yoongi." She whispers. "Calm down..."
You try your best to do what she says because you want you guys to survive this. To escape. However you are a kid and you are terrified. And you can't stop yourself from shaking like a twig. Also you are rapidly breathing through your nose. Tears even start to fill your eyes as you look into her eyes.
"You'll be fine..." she says to you. "Noona, will protect you."
"I'm scared..." You whisper grabbing onto her long braided hair.
You two are a few inches apart. If she could only embrace you, she will. However there are metal bars between you two and she is.... injured.
"Me too." She wants to cry to as she must be as scared as you or maybe, more. But since she's the eldest between the two of you she have to be brave for you. "Just go to sleep... I promise... the moment you wake up...when the sun is shining after the storm tonight... we'll be safe... we'll already be at home..."
"P-promise?"
She tries her best to not break down because she knows that she's promising something that's very unrealistic in your situation right now. Both of you are held captives, kidnapped and waiting to be saved.
"I promise." She sniffs "Just hold onto this for now..." she meant her hair and then reaches her hand to you slowly even it's causing too much pain for her. "Go to sleep... Noona will be right here..." the tip of her fingers barely touched your cheek. "I will protect you..." she adds
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[Present]
The silence between you two is very deafening. Even the staffs at the mansion notices how both of you are very distant to each other.
Odd right? They should be used to this situation since Yoongi is the silent type or the one who does not talk that much especially to you.
However for you, maybe this is out of character as every one is not used to you being like this. Well THIS silent anyway.
You usually talk and greet them or make small talks with them or Yoongi even if it's just a random question to make him just...talk. You do anything to make him speak to you. You make small efforts to chase his attention just to get him look back at you per say. Like a dog.
But now, since he made sure to leave you the moment you got vulnerable with him during sex and mentioned a feeling you have, which in the first place you had no idea you have, really hurt you this time. Big time. It is a rejection that you never thought would bother you this much.
"You two are awfully quiet." Mrs. Min says as soon as she puts down her cup of coffee on the table. "You two are both quiet originally... I know... but..." she looks at you and Yoongi back and forth twice. "Did you guys had a fight?"
No one answers.
"Guessing...silence means yes?" Mrs. Min looks at us again, hoping someone will speak up. "What did you do?" She asks Yoongi.
But he didn't open his mouth to speak. He just continued on chewing on his breakfast while his eyes are glued to you.
He has been eyeing you since the two of you left the mansion. He have been silently watching you move along, react and walk from your back. You don't notice it as you are trying to achieve to ignore him completely today. And so far, you are a gold medalist at it. You don't even bat an eye on him.
"Fine... not gonna ask anymore questions..." Mrs. Min gives up. "Anyways, after this lunch... I'll have a meeting with Hannah."
Yoongi flinches, finally reacting and gets interested to whatever his mother is saying. "What for?"
"About the private resort project that she is building... she wants my opinion about what brands to use for the decorations. She have a final lists of candidates of brands and she wants to know my say to it."
"Really...."
"Yes... and as soon as it opens... she says you two can go there... and celebrate... as her gift. Since she missed going to your wedding."
"Celebrate?" You finally spoke after how many years. Even Yoongi whip his head to look at you.
"Yes dear," Mrs. Min smiles so brightly and holds your hand. "You're 2nd anniversary... next month... right?"
"Ah, yes... right." You try to smile it away. But deep inside, you are not looking forward to it.
Why would you? Last year Yoongi didn't even greeted you Happy Anniversary. He probably didn't care back then so why would he care now and celebrate this year? This marriage is nothing to him.
"Is she coming here?" Yoongi asks his mother, changing back the subject to Hannah
"No... I am meeting her at her office."
You are holding on for dear life on your gold medal for 'Ignoring my husband award'. You are so curious to look at him. To see his beautiful face, how he reacts when they talk about her. Hannah. The girl you saw more than a year ago. The girl you saw on the driveway, talking to your husband while she hooked her arms on his'. The girl that Yoongi seems interested about. The girl he seems to.... like.
"How about you guys? What are your plans today after our brunch?" Mrs. Min asks
"Hmm.." he sighs heavily and then takes his phone from the table. "Probably fuck my wife " Yoongi answers nonchalantly making you and Mrs. Min almost choke on nothing. That sentence made you even look at him with wide eyes and red cheeks.
"Omo..." Mrs. Min is too stunned to even comprehend what she just heard. "Well... okay... too much information but..." she then takes a sip of her coffee. "You do you."
"I'm sorry..." you apologize to your mother-in-law.
You are embarassed. This topic should be a private matter. Everyone in the mansion already seem to have the idea what you two do on a regular basis but you do hope that outside, no one has to know.
It's not that you are embarassed of having a sex life. It's normal. Yes. But to have to talk about it to his parents, oh dear god, no.
"Why are you apologizing?" Yoongi's face looks so damn serious. "We are husband and wife right?"
You scowl at Him. You don't like how he acts or portrays like sex is just a hobby for him and it's nothing to be embarassed about. Especially in front of his mother while you are present. He really does not treat you like you have any feelings. He is evil.
"Okay... children...children... don't fight about this... it's okay. You already have issues before we got here so... it's fine." Mrs. Min tries to sooth the situation up.
She's so nice to try. Though she does not know the real reason why there is a huge distance between you two today. It's not that simple. You don't even know if she knows how his son treats you.
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"Sir." Mr. Kim bows as both Yoongi and you arrives at the driveway, about to leave Mrs. Min's property.
"Get in." He orders you
You glare at him then roll your eyes away. You are in no mood now. You have scowled at him earlier already so why not do it more now that he is irritating you.
"Hold on..." he suddenly grabs you by the arm, stopping you from getting in the car. "Did you just fucking roll your eyes at me?" He scoffs
You try your best to pull your arms from his grip but he is stronger than you. "Let me go." You grunt
"What are you doing?" He asks, "You've been.... acting up lately..."
"I don't know...what you're talking about..." you finally freed yourself from his grip.
"Don't act innocent on me... I know you."
"Know me?" You snap. "How? We barely talked these past two years... You only look for me when you want something done and someone to fuck...besides that, I am nothing to you. So how the fuck will you know me?"
Finally! You've said something. However you can't lie to yourself how terrified you are right now. Your legs are shaking. You have never risen your voice like this before. Not with him. Plus Yoongi is so freaking silent. There was no reaction from him not like Mr. Kim who just coughed because of the sudden tension.
Is he in shock? He must be surprised to hear you speak out after all this time. He had never heard you talk like this before. You can't even read his expression. He is just looking down at you, straight on.
"Ahm... Sir... Miss... I'll leave you two... alone." Mr. Kim finally broke the awkward silence. "Just message me if... we're going home."
You glance at him and bow. Also giving an apologetic look since the situation got a bit serious.
And as soon as Mr. Kim is gone from our sight, Yoongi takes a step forward closer to you, making you back up and your behind bumping on the car. "Is that... what you think?"
You glare up at him. "Yes."
"You think... I don't know you?"
"Yes."
He chuckles. "I know you more than you know..."
You frown. "You only see me when you are horny... you don't even talk to me unless to I ask you... unless you tell me what to do and what not to do... so, how would you know anything about me...?"
He scrunches his face. He looks irritated "I see you more than you think." He mumbles. And then he took a step back and looks at you and watch you tremble,"Do you regret it?" He asks
"W-what? Regret what?"
"The sex... do you regret it?"
"W-what? What do you mean...?"
He then puts both his hands on the car, trapping you between. "Just answer the question... do you hate and regret the sex?"
You look away. "No...."
"Do you want us to stop fucking?"
You sigh heavily. "Why are you focusing on the sex?!?" Your brows are furrowed. You are really showing your frustration. "It's not about the sex, Yoongi! There is nothing wrong with the sex... what I just want is... I just..." you look back at his face and you see an empty expression from him. Does he not get what you are saying or is he ignoring the other parts of what you told him. That the only thing he thinks about is your sex life. "Never mind..." you lower your gaze. "It's not like my opinion matter..."
"Y/N..." Yoongi begins. You look back st him waiting for whatever he's about to say. You think he was about to response to you or maybe say what is on his mind as well. (Maybe.) However, both of you got suddenly distracted by the honk of a black sedan car entering the property.
You have seen that car before. It is familiar. And then when it stops and someone steps out of the car...
"Yoongi?" The woman that came out of the passenger seat, is Hannah. "What are you doing here?"
She is smiling ear to ear. Her smile is as bright as her tear drop pear earrings that is perfectly shown under her tucked bob hair. She's... so pretty.
"Oh... Hi..." she waves at you when she finally notices you
"Hi." You try to smile as brightly as you can.
"You must be Yoongi's beautiful wife." She is sweet. She looks like a friendly and easy going person. "I'm Hannah by the way... I'm Yoongi's friend since we're... toddlers..."
"Nice to meet you." You bow
"What are you doing here? Mother said..."
"Ah... yes... we we're supposed to meet at my office but I just came from another meeting and since we will pass by the house I decided to just meet her now..." she explains
"She must be in her room now.. preparing to meet you."
"Oh. I see... well, I guess I'll just surprise her." She grins. "Are you guys leaving?"
"Yeah... we just had brunch with her..."
Fuck. What is going on?
Just a second ago, you're having a serious confrontation with your husband. You guys are about to talk about the situation between you two. Yes, it may not be the ideal 'talk' but it is a start. But then, here you are. Hannah arrived and stole his full attention. Literally, she have all his eyes and ears. You suddenly became a shadow.
Then you are also hearing Yoongi converse. You are hearing how is he when he's not alone with you. You are hearing a side of him that you are not familiar with. 'Fuck Y/N, stop it.' You say yourself
Maybe, you just need to stop. Just stop complaining about his attention and him not liking you. Maybe he is not the problem. Maybe.. it's you? They forced him to marry and got stucked with you. YOU are the problem. You are NOT the person he wanted to marry. You just got selected just because.
You are the problem. As always. Like what everybody says to you.
"I'll just email you my thoughts after..." Hannah says
"Why not discuss it now?" Yoongi suggests
"Hmm...but you're about to leave..." she glances at you
"It's okay." Yoongi then pulls out his phone and messages someone. "I asked Mr. Kim to come... wait for him... I'll be quick." He says to you
You look at him for a second before you turn your back on him. "Sure." You sound lifeless. You sounded like you've given up already.
"Y-yoongi... you're going to make her wait?" She whispers to him but you care definitely hear it
"Let's make it quick. I don't want to work over the weekend."
He's more worried of working on the weekend but not making you stay and wait all alone.
They start to walk away. You could see their reflection through the windows of the car.
They left you alone.
He left you alone.
Then as you are standing there, waiting for Mr. Kim to come back, you slightly bend over your torso, holding onto the yourself as soon as you felt a little uncomfortable feeling on your lower abdomen. It's not painful but it is a bit of discomfort.
"Fuck..." you hiss under your breathe.
You should be careful now. Atleast until it's fully confirmed. Yes, you are pregnant. Well, that's what the PT told you a few days ago.
You took the test, in your bathroom, scared and shaking like a twig. You have never felt this terrified in your life. Ever. And the freaking 3mins of waiting felt like forever whilst you are in there, sitting on the floor.
But yeah, after the torture of waiting, the test did show two lines. It was a faint but it is positive. And during that moment, your world suddenly stopped spinning. You had to gather your thoughts and emotion within the span of 30mins that you have. (Because your maid will enter your bathroom to help you get ready after 30mins). That was one other toture you had to endure. And to add more spice on this never ending problem is that you were all ALONE. You had no one to hold hands or hug for moral support.
You are, all by yourself.
After testing, you did processed the result in your mind and managed to get back right to reality and decide by yourself to be... okay. To take it as another good day. Because this is not something bad. It is a miracle. It's a life.
Though, you can't lie. It was a whirlwind of emotion. And you don't know what to feel yet about it. You are not even sure if you are able to share it with anyone, even Yoongi since you still need to see a doctor to really confirm it.
Confirmation.
You fucking need that final 'yes you are pregnant'. Because your further decisions in life will revovle around that one thing. Decisions that might affect this marriage and basically affect your whole life. So, you really have to find a way to get a doctor's appointment in secret. For now...
"Miss?" Mr. Kim arrives and sees you slouching, "Is everything alright?"
You turn around, stands up straight and smile. "Yes..."
"Are you hurt?" He asks
"I'm fine... but I just think... my stomach feels heavy a bit from eating... I did ate quite a bit." You lie.
"Okay, let me bring you home quick so you could rest." He says
"Thank you."
****
[Yoongi's side]
Yoongi can't sleep. He got home earlier just an hour after Y/N got home. He asked the maids to call her, to have dinner with him, but unfortunately Y/N was already fast asleep.
He waited for her to wake up from what he thinks is just a quick nap. But whenever he asks the maid if she's up, they just shake their head and say sorry.
They fought. He thinks. It felt like they fought. It's his first time hearing her talk to him like that. She have been always timid and her patience with him is very long. However, she finally have had it.
How can you make your wife, who is clearly showing you that she's falling in love with you, start to hate you?
Well, Yoongi knows what he did and is doing to her. He is very controlling, cold and distant. And these are the traits that can't be part of your life especially of you are married. However, this is how he is. As a child no, but ever since the incident happen fifteen years ago, the trauma and the life he had to put through made him, This.
Outsiders might call him as the devil or the punisher of the Min Family because of all the work he is doing inside the office and outside. He is a fighter and his hands are always covered with blood. Though what he's doing is not a crime. The Min's business is not illegal. They control everything that they can do end everything that is illegal in the most legal way possible. If that makes sense.
They were just a business before. A typical rich family. But yeah, since what had happened to them years ago, they changed their rules and how they do it now.
And that's why Yoongi have this cold exterior. He needs to show to everyone who's watching him that he can't falter. That no one could try to even break him like how those monsters break his father. How those monster took them and made them hostages.
10 million. That's all it takes, for some uneducated humans do the most horrendous thing in this world. To hurt and kill an innocent child. A 16yrs old girl and a 14yr old boy.
Their parents were willing to give the money and even more, just for them to surrender their children. However, the fear in them when they know that the children saw their faces, made them decide to end it all.
Yuna, his older sister, sacrificed her life to save Yoongi. She is one brave young lady. She managed to push his brother just in time to fall on the edge, to roll down small hill and get away through the woods. She got shot and died on the spot. Yoongi saw everything but didn't had the time to grieve then and there because he had to survive yet. To run.
It took two more days before he was found. How he survived? No one knows. But since that day, the happy and cheerful little boy grew up and became the cold Yoongi everyone knows now.
He knows that what he have been through is not an excuse to treat his wife so coldy like this. She was only forced the marry him. She didn't even know him. Which is his fault as well because he didn't allow her to enter his bubble. Up to now...
However, through all the times that he have been with her little by little, as per his therapist's words, 'You are slowly breaking.' She said.
She said that before, whenever she asks him about his wife. He is usually nonchalant or indifferent. Like he's just talking about someone he randomly met. But then one day, the therapists said, she saw a glimpse of change in his eyes the moment she asks about his wife. His expression is the same but his eyes started to shift like he's thinking about it more before he speaks.
'You care. You just don't know how to show it' she said to him.
At first, When Yoongi heard that from his therapist, he got worried. Not because He is starting to have this feeling for his wife. No. His wife is never and will never be a bad thing that happened to his life. He is worried because, what if he breaks his cold exterious and somewhere out there in the world takes advantage of it and what happened years ago will happen again?
That is his only concern. That is why, he added more men. That's why Y/N can't leavr a house alone. That's why he always tracks her phone wherever she is. That's why he can't sleep without know if she is fine or not.
If only... he never had these issues, these traumas from the past, maybe... it's easier.
"Please... don't quit on me..." he says out loud as he closes his eyes, imagining the smiling face of his wife. "Don't... leave me..." he mutters
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After what it seems like a very, very long day for you you're finally home. You are so tired that the first thing you did after getting changed is sleep. It feels like this is the longest you've slept in like forever.
You keep turning and waking up every now and then but your body kept forcing you to not wake up. It's like its telling you that you needed this. After all of the worrying you have been having these past few days. This sleep is for you.
But then maybe after hour five of sleeping, you felt something cold touch your skin. It didn't sting. It oddly felt good.
Slowly opening your eyes, you see a blurred figure in front of you. He's so close that you could actually smell his scent. The smell of baby powder.
"Yoongi?" You ask softly as your eyes slowly adjusted to the little light of your lamp shade. But no one answered back. You then rub your eyes to wake yourself up a bit more. Just to be surez you saw what you saw.
No one. There's no one there.
"Did I... just dream about him?" You ask, looking at the ceiling. "But I swear..." you trail off. "How funny... even in my dream... I see him..."
But you swear you smelled his scent. Your imagination of him is getting stronger. Your memory of him is getting move vivid. Even the smell now. That's how longing you are of him.
You miss him. Even though he is there you miss him. Oddly, you miss the time that both of you are just sitting down together in his home office and just reading. You miss casually asking him questions. You miss hearing him talk even though he's talking about his work and not to you. You miss him even though you just saw him earlier. Even though... he hurt you.
His scent. The scent you really, really like. His smell whenever you two have sex. It's not strong but it's there. Whenever you close your eyes and drift away from the high, you know you are okay as long as you could smell and hear him.
Fuck. Is this how being in love is?
Just thinking about him makes you want to cry. You are frustrated at him but at the same time frustrated to yourself as well. Why is communicating is so hard? You know that's the issue. Both of you are not good with talking nor expressing yourselves. Well, that's what Taehyun told you earlier.
Yeah, you went on a side trip earlier before going home, to meet your friend at his work. You needed someone to talk to and you know Taehyung is always there ready to listen to you.
You poured your heart out earlier, crying and all. You were sorry for disturbing him at work but you needed that cry and that hug. You had to told him your feelings about Yoongi. You have to say it out loud for you to truely understand the situation and yourself.
You needed someone's opinion to point out the obvious so it could stick in to your brain.
Growing up to a family where your opinion does not matter took a toll on you as well. Especially to an adoptive family. A family that only needed you for money.
To them, you always feel left out and does not deserve a voice. They always tell you that they only gave you a roof above your head and food to eat because you are what they needed. A piggy bank.
Your parents died in an accident years ago, when you are just 12yrs old. There was a police chase in the highway that rainy day. Every one is on high alert and giving way. But well, the criminals weren't exactly running away and trying to avoid cars. They hit quite a few vehicles during the chase and one of them was your parent's. The crash caused an explosion, killing them in an instant.
And like any drama stories on TV, yout aunt took you in because of your parent's insurance. They are not big but it is a decent amount. However, they could not actually touch it since it is saved for your education that's why the first month of you staying with them was torture. They beat you, make you work and starve you from time to time because they said, 'you don't deserve to eat unless you work for it'.
One reason why starving yourself was easy for you when you need to.
But then things changed a bit when someone knocked on the door one day and gave your adoptive parents a good amount of money. You remember the man saying 'this is for the trouble and lost we caused your family during our battle for saving our children.' You do remember you aunt, being a good actress that day, crying and all. You even saw them be in a good mood. Everyday because of that money. So since then, whenever you have a part time job or one good seasonal job, you save up and give it to them.
You do this not because you want them to be happy. You do this because you wanted peace for yourself. They will not hurt you if you give them what they need.
This is one reason too why you accepted this marriage. Even though, you know you will have trials too. But atleast you know, no one is going to hurt you physically anymore.
Though, you are having troubles now too.... it is still different. Like you said, it is the communication.
Is it all Yoongi's fault? No. Taehyung said that maybe, since I'm very submissive and him being very dominant, grew up giving orders or not listening to anyone because he is who he is, it affected the talking part in the relationship. Though he cannot say that it is a hundred percent fact. Because he explain, everyone have different stories of growing up and these affects every facet of their whole being when they get old.
Well, that's what you got from all his talk. Half of it, you are numb from all the crying and can't hear properly.
Though that talk with Taehyung,you needed that. Now all you have to do is talk to Yoongi.
If.... you have the courage too.
It is so hard to start a conversation not knowing how he feels about you. It is scary and a risk. But you are hoping it will turn out good especially now that you are expecting.
"Oh, right! The result!" You got up immediately and grab your phone.
You visited Taehyung in the hospital and he got to help you get a blood test to confirm. You forgot to talk to him about the result because you two are busy with doing friend therapy. He said, he'll just email you the result.
But then as you were scrolling scrolling through your emails your stomach growls. "I'm hungry..." you mumble and pause. "Taehyung said that if I am really pregnant... I need to eat properly now..."
And you haven't eaten dinner since you just slept since you came home. You need to eat.
Looking at the time it's pass 10pm already. Everyone must be asleep now or getting to bed so you must go and make yourself food yourself.
"Just one toast." You say as you push your blanket away. "Or two..."
You walk along the hallways as quietly as you can and then take the stairs instead of the elevator, going to the upper ground, so you could not disturb anyone.
There is still minimal light coming from the kitchen area. 'Maybe someone is still there?' You thought to yourself and hoping it is one of the maids so they could help you grab the things in the pantry. Since you don't really know how they organize it.
But then the second you turn to the corner, to enter the doorway
"Ah!" You hit your head first at something. Or at someone
Then after collecting yourself from bumping on someone, you look up to see who it was. "Sorry, I wasn't looking at--"
Fuck! It's not Yoongi nor anyone of the staff.
You tried to run back and scream but it was too late. He was quick to cover your mouth with a cloth. A scented cloth. The smell quickly pierced your nostrils and immediately made you feel dizzy and sleepy.
You are barely awake but you know he carried you over his shoulder. You could see the floor and the lights slowly to flicker. You are about to loose it.
'Help... Someone.... Yoongi... please...' You say to yourself before totally loosing consciousness.
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sweet relief | l. norris | part four
â©âË.ââŸââșâ⧠it's so reckless of me...
summary: in which you fall for your best friendâs teammate and keeping it a secret proves to be harder than you intended.
or
when all you need is sweet relief the rest of the world fades away.
pairing: social media au || lando norris x piastri bsf!reader
fc: olivia rodrigo <3
warnings: language
inspired by the song âsweet reliefâ by madison beer
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a/n: hi i'm veryyyyy sorry for how long it took me to get this one up but it has a bit more than the other parts did & its currently finals week so the end of the semester is always very busy so i didn't have much time to work on this. hope you enjoy xx
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user1 SHES IN JAPAN EVERYONE UP
user2 miss girl...this caption...the rumors...is it lyrics...what does it all mean%^&(@&@(!
user3 this caption after all the rumors ohhh my girl dont give a fuckkkk
user4 can't tell if this is her confirming or denying
‷ user5 ...or living her life and not paying it any mind
user6 WHY THE FUCK IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE LAST PHOTO??? ITS LITERALLY THE ELEVATOR AND FIT SHE WAS IN FROM THE DELETED PIC ON LANDOS STORY HELLO
‷ user7 wait omfg it is.... idk why i didnt realize it sooner
‷ user8 pls they do not gafffff anymore basically telling us they're together
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‷ user10 go to @/norrisupdates on twitter i think they posted it before he deleted
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landonorris DOUBLE PODIUM!!!!!!!!!! Congrats mate! Thanks @/mclaren đ§Ą
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‷ user17 mom and dad are fighting i dont like this
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‷ user19 oscar piastri what the FUCK is that supposed to mean
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‷ user20 cannot imagine how she feels watching him all her life through karting till now and getting to witness his first podium oh my gosh im crying again
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chocolate almond croissant | jude bellingham x fem! perez! reader
summary; jude bellingham and the granddaughter of florentino pérez, the president of real madrid, soft launch their relationship
fc; nailea devora
note; i havenât written in forever and iâve never done a smau on tumblr so hereâs my attemptđđ my requests are closed btw đ
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ynperez: in france, kinda want a baguette
user1: mother
user2: i wanna be u
bsfuser: u only know the words oui and allez les bleus
ynperez: i know cama ooh too
camavinga: i feel so special
user3: anyone see jude in her likes
user4: heâs trying to get on presiâs good side
user5: our future president
user6: tell papa pérez to send the damn bid
user7: iâm a culer but i love yn
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judebellingham: the south of france
user8: we were in the same country weâre meant to be guys
user9: my faves
user10: going feral rn
camavinga: QP QP-skyyy
vinijr: đđđđđđme dejaron
judebellingham: restttt brođ
ynperez: ur so unserious
judebellingham: thx
user11: isnât yn in france rn??
user12: who is yn??
user13: sheâs florentino pĂ©rezâs granddaughter, heâs the president of real madrid đ
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ynperez: when bae ate the last bite of your chocolate almond croissant
bsfuser: u look so sad
ynperez: nothing to smile about in my life
user14: BAE????
user15: omg sheâs not in her single era anymore
user16: 100% believe sheâs dating a real madrid player
aurelientchm: how many bites did he take
ynperez: one too many
ynperez: and one too many sips of my matcha latte đđ
judebellingham: sounds delicious đ
ynperez: yeah yeah đ
user17: can you blame her?? jude and aurelien are on that team iâd want them too if my father was the president of the biggest club!
user18: real
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judebellingham: new found love for chocolate almond croissants
user19: itâs illegal to be this fine
user20: damn
user21: call me delusional but didnât yn pĂ©rez talk about her âbaeâ eating her chocolate almond croissant & they seemed to be in france together
user22: delusional
vinijr: wonder what else you love đđ€Ł
judebellingham: hey man, chillllđ€«
ynperez: u should try matcha lattes i heard theyâre good
judebellingham: iâm a fan of them icl
user23: no way jude isnât dating yn pĂ©rez
user24: tryna get on presiâs good side like presi didnât speak english for him at his presentation đ
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ynperez: bf always taking pics of me mid complaining should i dump
user25: yn so cuteđ
user26: THE SECOND PIC LMFAO
user27: dump him u can do better (me)
judebellingham: I CANT HELP IT THAT YOU LOOK CUTE WHILE COMPLAINING??
ynperez: ur so dumb ur lucky ur cute
judebellingham: oopsies
user28: JUDES COMMENT IM SCREAMING
user29: i knew those twitter threads were right
camavinga: it only took so long for jude to explode
vinijr: to be fair u always complain
ynperez: i helped sign him he should be grateful for me!
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ynperez: ruined my soft launch but itâs okay, mi novio is tan lindo y lo quiero đ€ [my boyfriend is so cute and i love him]
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judebellingham: i said iâm sorryđ
ynperez: itâs ok pumpkin
vinijr: just so you know he giggled
judebellingham: i donât giggle idk what u mean
judebellingham: i love youđ€
ynperez: i love you đ€đ€
user30: I KNEW IT
user31: it couple
user32: now we know why jude signed for real madrid
yourbsf: finally u posted him, such cuties đ„č
ynperez: i wanted a cute soft launch but this will dođđ
user33: she calls him pumpkin thatâs so adorable
user34: idk if i want him or her
user35: anyone see viniâs comment đ
liked by ynperez, camavinga, and 3,028,937 others!
judebellingham: prettiest girl ever, te quiero, mi flor đčđ€ [i love you, my flower]
tagged; ynperez
ynperez: AWHH U SPOKE SPANISH TO ME YOU LOVE MEđ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č
judebellingham: what can i say, i have vw the best teacher!
ynperez: te quiero muchĂsimo mi querido [i love you very much, my dear]
judebellingham: te quiero siempre [i love you always]
user36: 50% of me is crying but the other 50% is so excited
user37: him speaking in spanish for her?? thatâs so cute stop
camavinga: he asked me 20 times to make sure he was saying it right btw
judebellingham: mate, donât expose me like this đđđđ
user38: camavinga đ
user39: wanna know how presi feels
ynperez: papa pĂ©rez is happy that his granddaughter is happy đ
user40: iâd sign for real madrid too if that means yn perez would be my gf
#football imagines#football scenarios#footballer x reader#football one shot#footballer x y/n#football smau#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham imagine
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going feral for toxic!biker!simon or dbf!biker!simon grrrgrrrawrarrara
hhhhhehehe im going feral too omggg!!! and im sorry for how late i replied to this đ i was spiralling when i saw it and i couldnât contain the desire i have for this man ahhhhhh
this got too long (and dark) and i made simon an ass so im sorry! i was hit with a writing bug and i never looked back
!! brief smut - minors dni; age gap (40s vs 20s); dadâs best friend!simon; power imbalance; toxic relationship // biker!simon mlist
the attraction had been one-sided, you know that, so you wonder why simon's come to reciprocating your affections like this â spoiling you in front of his friends, the ones that you know he kept separate from his and your dadâs usual circle, and lovingly calling you his.
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simon sent you the message at three in the morning, when you were still asleep, and it read: Iâm picking you up tonight. Dress cutely, youâre meeting friends.
you replied back, asking him what he meant or even where you two were going, but simon had gone back to giving you radio silence, pretending that your messages arenât coming in. your heart broke but it wasn't like it was anything new â simon offered pieces of himself to you, sometimes as a reward and sometimes as an apology, and you always foolishly thanked him.
then when you ask for more, he pulls away, giving you silence and letting you stew in his sudden detachment. so really, it shouldn't have been a surprise to you anymore. still, you laid on your bed, blinking up at the ceiling as you tried not to drown in the weight of your sorrow.
which is why this is new. unusual, even for simon.
he picked you up from your dorms just like he said, although you were surprised to see him roll in on his bike. he never let you on his bike, always choosing his car when picking you up. you fooled yourself into thinking it was for your safety, that it was for your own good, but you've seen simon bring dates on his bike.
you've seen how he's always brought extra helmets for the pretty dolls he proudly flaunted around whenever your parents invited friends for parties and dinners, possessive arm curled around their waist like he wants to brand his claim on them. or how he's always ignored you when they're around, his attention so sinfully glued to his dates like a man starved of affection. or how he'll sit back and watch as they pat your head and pinch your cheeks because, âwell, aren't you a sweetheart?â
simon's bikes are reserved for the people he brings home. people he fucks. so it was never extended towards you. never something you had the privilege to, until tonight apparently.
âsimon?â you asked, hesitating to climb up behind him.
simon grunted, twisting until he could see you and you watch yourself from the visor â wide eyes and tensed shoulders â as simon tipped his head down just enough to study the way your pretty dress fluttered as the wind blew. you did not hear it but you've seen the way his chest moved as he sighed. instantly, you felt like a bother, and you curled further into yourself as though it could hide you from his knowing eyes.
he lifted himself from his bike before turning to walk towards you. you averted your eyes from him even though his visor was still up â yet another wall that kept you away from him â before seeing scuffed boots stop just in front of you.
âlook up f'r me, kid.â
you did as he told, your eyes flicking up and peering through your lashes. simon's still helmeted, still distancing himself from you, and you wondered what sick power play was he trying to accomplish.
you twisted your fingers together, waiting, obedient â just like how he wants them â even when you simmered in the heavy silence, until simon began to strip his jacket off.
you felt lightheaded, your throat parched with a sudden thirst at seeing the inked arms you have been shamefully daydreaming about. he has a new tattoo, you realized as you trailed curious glances over the fresh ink but not able to properly see it for what it was.
simon huffed a laugh and you startled, blinking up at him again only to realize that he's moved so close â closer than what he's ever allowed before. you stammered on your words, glossy lips parting in surprise, but simon remained unmoved by your clear interest and began to tie his jacket around your waist in silence, tucking your skirt underneath and securing the sleeves tightly.
âthere,â he said, his voice a muffled rumble. ânow y'r ready for the ride.â
you trembled at the sinking reality; that what had been daydreams and wishful thinking were now laid before you. you bit your lip to stop a sniffle because there simon was, holding your hand throughout as he hefted you on his bike. you felt overwhelmed with the intensity of your affections, trailing your eyes away from him again when he fixed a spare helmet on your head. you jolt when he snapped the visor down, and simon laughed, a pretty muffled sound.
you watched as he climbed in front of you, shaking hands unsure as they held onto his hips. simon, of course, noticed.
ây've gotta hold on tighter, sweet girl,â he said before tugging at your hands and wrapping them around himself. you bit down a broken squeal, feeling jumpy now that you're actually touching him. the purr of his engine blanketed your spiralling thoughts and you held him tighter when he drove off.
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âwhy, aren't you a bonnie lass?â johnny, the one who had been too excited at meeting you, says before snorting when it makes simon wrap his arm around you tighter, pulling you ever so closer to him. âand big man's too possessive, isn't he?â
simon grunts from beside you, taking over when you continued to blink at him in shocked silence. âwell, y'said it already, johnny.â you freeze when you feel his lips press on the top of your head. âmy girl's too pretty, it's making me greedy.â
your breath hitches, your fingers twitching in phantom desire to fist at your dress if only to ground yourself. my girl, simon said, the lies slipping past his lips easily. my girl, he told his friends as though it is the truth. as though you could ever be.
simonâs hand glides down to your hips, squeezing the flesh, and it makes you squeak. both him and johnny croon, flashing matching grins at each other like youâre not there, while simonâs other friends â kyle, the youngest, and john, the one with a storm hidden in his eyes â snicker to each other.
âlittle mousy, isnât she?â john asks, the rumble of his voice stark even amidst the booming music filling up the packed space of the bar.
simon hums, still caressing your hip, his hand occasionally dipping towards the side of your thigh, teasing the hems of your dress, before tugging upwards again.
âshe is and itâs endearinâ,â simon replies, still continuing the facade. because what else could it be?
simon had given you bits of his attention, entertaining you just enough that you keep running after him and chasing the softness you know he has, but heâs never given more. not an honest touch nor a whisper of affection.
so this â whatever this is â makes you tremble. it makes you ache.
you cross your legs together, squeezing just enough to put pressure in your throbbing core. the action was smooth, almost unnoticeable, and it shouldâve been, but simonâs trained eyes catch the movement anyway.
he lets out a quiet groan, the sound bundled around a tinge of pleasure as he presses his lips on the top of your head again. you gasp at having been caught, bright eyes flicking up to see if his friends had noticed but johnnyâs body is already turned towards a pretty brunette and kyle is tapping on his phone and-
oh.
johnâs eyes are on you.
there is a moment when you are reduced to cold dread and static, lost in the smoke hidden within johnâs eyes and simonâs possessive touch, before the band snaps and by then, you are on your feet. the action causes the empty beer bottles to clatter against the table which snag the attention of johnny and kyle, but you ignore them all as you sidle away from simonâs side, batting away his outstretched hand, before bolting towards the washroom.
you feel like a fool. like a doll made to entertain their sick and twisted games because that is what it is, isnât it? simon got too bored with his dates and decided to string you along â someone easy. someone desperate for all he can give.
your eyes blur as tears pool and you barely make it to the bathroom when a hand curls around your wrist, yanking you away from the door.
âkid, stop-â
âno!â you scream, whirling around to look at simon. big and beautiful and not-yours simon. âiâm tired of playing your sick games, si. get away from me!â you try to shake him off even though you know it is futile.
simon continues to stare down at you, his lips pinched in disappointment â a look you are too familiar with.
and itâs that which makes you cry, a broken sob ripping from your throat and into the space between you two. you had hoped at least that the loud bass booming across the bar could drown it out, but you hear your whimper ring amidst the noise. jesus.
simon continues staring. continues to be silent. you donât know how much more of this you can take.
(more. gods, you can take more as long as he allows you. as long as he is in your life. you know whatever this is between you and simon have long sizzled into something toxic. something codependent. but you need him, no matter how twisted heâs become because simon indulges you, anyway.
you remember the quickies in the bathrooms. the rumble of, âyâr doinâ so good fâr me, sweet girl,â whispered on the top of your head as he fucks his fingers into you. the marking, the nipping. the praises. the growled, âyâr only mine, arenât you, pretty?â when he licks along your slit.
simon gives in a way that teases the yawning in your soul. in a way that carves more of himself into your very being. so how could you let go? how could you move on?)
simon tugs you towards him and you follow on unsteady feet. he wraps you in his arms, his lips falling onto your forehead. he breathes you in and you crumble, nuzzling your face into his scent â leather and ozone and forest.
âletâs get you home, yeah?â he asks.
you sniffle. âcan i come home with you today?â
and simon stays silent, backing away just enough to tug you out of the bar and towards his bike. your lips wobble but you do not ask again, not when you know you canât come back with him to his place.
the cold wind isnât all that makes you tremble.
RUNNING AWAY WHOOP WHOOP!! update: itâs now edited <33 yippeee
#suns.f#dbf!simon#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley smut#anon#ask#suns
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had the worst day everđ i need some shy!reader and rafe
im so sorry baby hope this makes you feel better âĄ
bad days always felt the sameânever ending, dragging on and on while you're too tired, bones exhausted and muscles weeping. your head hurts from the overthinking, and though you're hardly one to get mad about silly things, today you areâmad. it must be something you've picked up from your boyfriend.
everything feels unfair, feels wrong or like it's about to go wrong. you can't even describe it if someone were to ask, but you know your boyfriend will ask, and that you need to get an answer ready since he doesn't settle for your silence, even though today you'd really wish he would.
from the morning that started off late to the afternoon that dragged on, the barista that messed up your order and then was rude to you about it, nothing was going your way. the coffee had just been the tipping pointâthat was the one thing meant to cheer you up.
when you drag your tired body and achy head to tannyhill, you stop to glance in the mirror in the hallway.
this was your tipping point, how messy your hair was, smudged mascara from when you cried in your car outside the coffee shop and the nail you chipped slamming the door. everything sucked, and though rafe always made it better, you didn't even want to see him when you looked like this.
you want to turn around and go home, but your feet still drag you to rafe's bedroom. your brain knows he'll make you feel better, though it takes everything in your willpower to open the door.
"hey, kid. how was your day?" the second he asks, glancing up from his laptop to look up at you, you burst into tears. he rushes over, putting his hands on your shoulders to keep you upright, to calm you down. "woah, what the hell. what's wrong?"
words don't come out, just sobs. you don't think rafe's ever seen you like this before, but it doesn't take him long to bring you into a hug, and you cry against his chest until his shirt is all wet.
"what's goin' on, baby? someone do somethin'? huh?" rafe is a problem solver at his coreâbut you know there's no one person to blame for today, except maybe yourself. though you wouldn't mind a little roughhousing, you don't think rafe's gonna be open to beating you up. your words come out slurred in a mumble of tears.
you rattle off your day in between sobs, and when he sits you down on his bed, he's a little less concerned because at least you're okay.
"c'mon," he says, and you lean against his shoulder. "get it all out and then y'can take a hot shower. i'll get dinner. s'gonna be fine."
though you're not saying many words, and a part of you had thought he'd be upset that you cry over every little thing, everything rafe says and does makes you feel better. when you sniffle, moving to wipe your tears, he holds your face in his hands, running a thumb across your cheek to wipe them away. you lean into his hand.
"s-sorry about your shirt."
"don't worry 'bout that, kid. you feelin' better?"
"a little."
"c'mon, clothes off. let's go shower. water as hot as you want it." you perk up, even laughing a littleârafe thinks the water you use will scald your skin.
"really?" you question, smiling up at him.
"really."
"thanks, rafe."
"yeah." he follows you to the shower, and though it didn't take many words or much time, you feel better already.
#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#this is so rushed and i wasnt gonna write anything tonight but i saw this and im so sorry you had a bad day
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domestic jason hcs? >:)
(this ask feels self-indulgent but i was VERY inspired by this one buff dude i saw on insta reels baking in a not-so-sexual way but like women in the comments are down bad and i cant really describe it im so sorry đ)
imagine waking up to jason baking something (doesnt have to be anything could just be bread). you wanna help but the only instructions he gives you is to sit pretty, wearing his shirt and all. everytime he moves around the kitchen, he give u a lil peck on the lips if hes close enough to you. youre just sitting pretty like he asked, watching this man work and looking a little love struck cuz all you wanna do is pull him down and give him the fattest kiss for being so husband material
(dude, im yearning so much. thank u for writing a lot for jason đ ALSO ive seen u around in the cod tag so another thanks for ur fics there too đ)
Iâm sticking with the prompt cause I had unholy thoughts. An thank you! I appreciate your appreciation for my works âš
This may be the tiniest bit suggestive đ
Time Written - 5:51 a.m
Baking at an early hour was somewhat new for Jason.
Baking at an early hour after an intense ending to an incredible date night was incredibly new for Jason.
His hands were occupied with an intriguing scene of soft dough and hard, rich yellow butter on a marble countertop. His muscles at work folding in the pockets of butter into the dough, pressing it with the heels of his palms.
âMorning, mama.â His morning voice held that early rasp in his tone that tickled you just right. You reciprocated his greeting as you walk into the kitchen, dressed in one of his shirts he aggressively yanked off the night before.
There he stood in grey sweatpants. Baking something delectable for seemingly no reason.
âWhatâs the occasion?â You question as you approach the counter, admiring his bed rugged hair adding onto his every attractive appearance.
âCloudy outside, which means baking time.â
âBaking time?â The slightest glance at your cheeky little grin made him amusingly scoff.
âBaked goods,â he clarified with a head gesture behind him. âCoffeeâs ready for ya, babe.â
Soon, the kitchen will flood with the warm aroma of browning butter and cooking sugar, invading throughout your home for a very long evening. Neighbors will get jealous over the smell of bakery air, hopefully helping them ignore the noises prior to the other night.
It was quite a sight to watch, his muscles flexing with a focused flare along his brow. You almost didnât hear his insistence the second time towards the cinnamon coffee waiting in the pot for you.
âGonna stick around? Youâll get first glance at what Iâm making.â
âWhich is?â You pry, watching him approach the sink to wash his hands.
âCrossiants,â he admits after drying his hands, giving the tip of your nose a peck. âWith chocolate.â
âLook at you, my manâs a baker.â You smile while leaning against the counter, feeling your heart throb romantically from his chaste kisses.
âNot what you expected, huh?â
âWhat, my Red Hood busting skulls and baking? So many single moms would chase after you if they could.â
That comment has him unexpectedly laugh. Not the worst thing heâs been told, so heâll take it. Poor single mothers, too bad heâs already taken.
âI thought you meant the chocolate would be inside?â You ask after peeking at the dough he wrapped up in cling wrap.
âNo,â He shakes his head. âSee, I thought that, but I like the idea of dipping them into melted chocolate a whole lot better.â
âWhereâd you get the inspiration?â
âFrance,â he amusingly huffs with a shrug after approaching to take the packet you handed to him. âThanks baby. Where else?â
He slips the packet of buttered dough into the fridge before turning towards the stove, almost running into you as you beat him to it, peering into a saucepan full of melted chocolate.
âHey, hey.â Cool, clean hands gently grasped hold of your shoulders, gently nudging you away from his little workspace. âEasy on those eyes, almost knocked you into an accident.â
âNeed some help with anything?â You offer, reminding him of when he used to ask his mother the same question. Happy little memories that brought embers of warmth in his heart.
âYou can be of huge help,â He begins, calloused hands grazing down along your fingerprint shaped bruised hips before hoisting you up in his arms like a little doll.
âBy sitting pretty, anâ letting me work.â
He plops you down on a stool he pulled out from the island counter, giving you a perfect little spot to watch him work. You slouch after he turns away, watching him return to his little objective on the stove.
âYou just melt chocolate in the pan like that?â
âSorta,â Jason tilts his head after grabbing a spoon, stirring the smooth, ganache-like chocolate concoction around. âFranceâs version of hot chocolate. Some milk, cream, a little sugar.â
You hum as a response, watching the muscles along the back of his left shoulder move as he enacts upon such a simple, minor task. Jason probably said something else, along the lines of not wanting such a beautiful body of chocolate boil on the stove, but it wasnât much of your concern as it was his.
Maybe your main concern was how exactly did the scratches you left along his back didnât break skin, clinging onto him for dear life as they flexed along your greedy palms.
He probably knew that, he was hiding a smile for all you could tell if you paid any attention.
âMy girl want a taste?â He offers, his real gaze snapping your mind back into reality. You nod, anxiously sitting up in your seat.
He spoons warm, melted chocolate on the top of your tongue, watching it dribble down your bottom lip. The pink of your little tongue swiped up the remnants, all for Jasonâs adoring gaze to witness.
Your reaction varies upon the subtle lack of sweetness from the chocolate.
âItâs not that sweet. Is it darkâ?â
Your words are stolen when he kisses you, cradling your face within his two warm hands after carelessly setting down the spoon.
His heavy lidded gaze meets yours after breaking off the kiss, his cheeks flushed with affectionate warmth.
âDonât know,â his glistening lips curve upwards after licking his lips. âTastes pretty sweet to me.â
He turns away, as if he hadnât committed such a crime in the first place.
Youâre left watching once again, anxious nerves preventing you from sitting still. Fidgety fingers lingering in your lap, grasping along the lower hem of your shirt.
âAlso coffee,â Jason pitches as if he forgot. âAdded a little espresso to enhance the taste. You, uh⊠never got your coffee, babe.â
Oh. Right. The first thing he told you when you came in.
âSorry,â you sheepishly admit, slightly shifting your hips whilst on the stool. âGot a little distracted.â
He chuckles, not even needing a detectiveâs mindset to understand fully why. âDid you now?â
Not giving you a chance to answer, Jason sets the saucepan off the burner before turning full attention towards you. Swooping you off the stool you sat, hoisting you ontop of a warm, clean counter.
His torso pressed against yours, keeping you comfortably confined between a marble surface and a hard place. His hands caress along your torso, thumbs trickling over your stiff nipples through your shirt, still sore from his teeth marks.
âTook you long enough,â he grumbles against the shell of your ear. His lips press against your neck as you swallow, kissing down along your collarbone. âFigured youâd have stayed sleeping in âtill I was done here. Guessinâ last night wasnât enough for you?â
âYour fault for putting on a show.â You whisper, hooking your legs the best you could around his broad waist.
He chuckles against your neck, his excitement as palpable as his pearly smile expressed. âYour fault for watchinâ, mama.â
#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd x fem!reader#dc jason todd#jason todd x y/n#thereâs no unique reason I chose crossiants#just sounded fun đ#when the post nut clarity so strong you gotta bake your girl some goods#gotham knights jason todd#jason todd x#jason todd dc#donât hate me
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won't say i'm in love w/ enhypen
enhypen (seperate) x gender neutral! reader
â wc: <2k
note: this is long overdue. . .
REBLOGS >>>> LIKES
content: hcs, cursing
heeseung âĄ
- yea youâre literally his partner atp đ
- heâll shower you with affection, gifts and texts professing his love to you
- except, itâs all platonic of course!
- linking pinkies,
- hugging you from behind,
- LITERALLY SLEEPING IN THE SAME BED AS HIM
- not romantic though
- literally all in /p
- i think heâs in denial đ serious denial .
- itâs not that he doesnât want labels or that he doesnât want to be your partner
- itâs just that he really, truly has convinced himself that itâs just friendly
- he refuses to say he's in love, like actually.
- heâll literally buy you and him matching glad bracelets with your names engraved on them, but like, as besties of course!
- it takes someone like jay or niki to snap him out of it
- and then he finally realized sjsjsj
- clearly hugs that lasted over a minute WERE NOT PLATONIC HEESEUNG
- best believe within that hour heâs texting you to come over so he can confess!
[rest of the members under the cut!]
jay âĄ
- the moment he realized he was completely in love with you was when on the morning of his birthday, you were the first to text him the longest message ever
- detailing how much he meant to you and how much you appreciated him
- and at the end, stating "i hope i was first, because you will always come first for me, love, [name]"
- his heart went BOOM
- the weeks that followed after were unusually awkward ??
- all because he was too busy trying to convince himself that no, he did not think you were amazing
- he did not love your smile or the way you would always laugh at his dad jokes,
- he did not love the fact that you were the first to try all his new recipes and always give receptive feedback,
- he was not, absolutely not in love with you!!!
- he didn't think you felt the same :(
- (even though you literally signed off with "love" ..
- i ain't ever seen two besties do that but okayyy...)
- he didn't want to make things awkward by confessing
- but he was already making them awkward by not :/
- it took him opening up your name in the messaging app and realizing that the last time you'd texted him first was over a week ago
- and the last time you came over was even longer
- for him to realize he did not wanna live without you.
- he called you and confessed through pure adrenaline, right there on the phone
- you reciprocated of course <3
jake âĄ
- woowee where do i even start
- literally just as dramatic as meg,
- actually singing "i won't say i'm in love" in the shower đ
- he'll really just ignore the incredibly prominent blooms of warmth in his chest...?
- like he's seriously so in love with you
- he'll try his best to make life easier for you,
- helping you with your homework,
- using his own money to buy a healthy and hearty lunch for you,
- not to mention helping you pick outfits đ
- it's like he doesn't have the fattest crush on you!!!
- gives you so much partner privilege when you're not even his (yet.)
- when all of enhypen and you were having dinner, he'd always serve you so much
- to the point the rest of the members notice and start to complain LMFAO
- saying stuff like
- " jake-hyung, who exactly do you think you are??" "stop giving extra food to them i'm hungrier," and "jake, please for the love of god this is so unfair,"
- ITS SAUR FUNNY (see what i did there)
- when you thank them for the meal and leave later in the night, they want to subtly confront him
- it's silent, and then:
- "so, you like [name], right?" "RIKI WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SUBTLE," HELP
- so they tease him and practically force him to call you and ask for you to COME BACK so he can confess properly
- 10/10 wingmen however would not recommend .
sunghoon âĄ
- bro's flirt central
- but like he tries to be subtle...?
- kinda .
- he teases you soooo much omg
- he literally treats you like one of his members
- and im sorry but he constantly friend-zones you LMFAOO
- constantly touching you, playing with your fingers
- messing with your jewlery (necklaces, earrings, bracelets if you wear any)
- poking your sides to make you jump đ
- that last thing is something he would do to annoy his members LOLL
- he also really likes taking a bunch of selfies on your phone to annoy you (and so when you see them you can think of him as much as he does you but that's besides the point-)
- ANYWAY BACK TO THE PROMPT
- he just really doesn't want you to reject him :(
- he pretends that the butterflies in his stomach are just because.. y'know
- uh
- he's sick!!! all the time .
- deep down, he knows he really likes you, but he most definitely wouldn't dare say it out loud, it gets to the point where it frustrates you
- because he acts all cutesy and touchy and affectionate but it feels like he'll never ask you out :/
- it's like he's playing with your feelings :(
- so you start avoiding him
- you deserve better than that!
- and ofc he notices
- he cant go a day without you tbh
- so he spam calls you till you pick up and he confesses to you right after he hears your "hello?"
- saying "i'm-so-sorry-i-know-why-you're-mad-and-im-sorry-would-actually-wanna-be-more-than-friends-maybe-you-could-even-be-my-partner?"
- he said im sorry twice ... the smile that you broke onto your face <3
- ofc you said yes and he pretended to act all cool like "okay, cool. you should come over tomorrow."
- when you cut off he's giggling and kicking his feet he's not slick !!!
sunoo âĄ
- he's really similar to jake in the situation, with a mix of heeseung
- his love language is helping you out with domestic stuff
- like when he comes over his first question is always
- "have you eaten?"
- and you're always like
- "no BUT it's because i was studying and i just wanted to get through this one session really qui-"
- "[name]-aaah," he goes over to your chair and shakes your shoulders until you give in đ
- the two of you have this thing where you try new food every time he comes over
- and even though studying is important he is not letting you read a single word out of that textbook LMFAO
- with sunoo it's really hard to tell if he likes you because he treats you like he does everyone else
- just bc he thinks you're cute doesn't mean you don't get an attitude from him btw.
- (you learned from experience)
- he really isn't the type to be in denial either
- one night sunoo was on his bed texting you (like he does every night)
- and niki came into his room to bug him (like he does every night pt. 2)
- but he's come to notice sunoo doesn't give him the same reactions he used to anymore
- it's like he doesn't care :,(
- he's literally just smiling at his phone
- so he's like "sunoo-hyung."
- "what."
- "who're you texting?"
- and he bugs sunoo, listing off dozens of names till he finally reaches yours
- "is it [name]?"
- SUNOO LITERALLY FREEZES
- "HAHA IT IS [NAME], YOU LIKE THEM DON'T YOU?"
- aaand sunoo chases him out of the room (like he does every night pt. 3) and comes to terms with the revelation
- once he realizes that he has a crush on you nothing changes for him
- well, one thing does
- he smiles around you a lot more <3
- he feels no need to confess so it'd have to be you who does it first
- and ofc he tells you he reciprocates <3
jungwon âĄ
- equally as dramatic as jake LMFAOO
- but like. in a chiller way.
- yk how it is.. the leader vibe
- he knows full and well that he's utterly lost in his love for you
- but he would never act on it... no no no
- he's not even scared or anything đ he just doesn't want to change anything you guys already have
- in favour of a confession that might just go wrong :(
- he's not ready to risk it
- esp not with you
- actually the chief of overthinking . . .
- he's so hyper aware of the way he treats you in comparison to the friends he's not in love with that it loops back around to being weird as hell
- like he's trying to act normal SO BAD.
- BUT HE JUST ENDS UP LOOKING EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE(&%&*(@"?/
- like he'll ask you if you wanna go out with him to eat
- and when he realizes he worded that kinda sus he's like
- "i mean as friends. of course! :>"
- constantly friend-zoning you unintentionally????
- you start to get sad about it and he realizes that you don't call him as much anymore :(
- next time you two run into each other at the cafe you frequented, he finally asks you
- "if you're not busy, wanna go get some food with me? . . . not as friends. maybe as.. something more? :>"
- yesyesyeysyesyesyes.
niki âĄ
- he thinks he's slick but he's really not LMFAO
- super SUPER incredibly touchy,
- constantly playing with your fingers,
- sitting unnecessarily close to you when the entire couch is free,
- playing with your hair/braids/etc.
- when you're about to leave he'll hug you like he's never gonna see you again
- head nestled in your neck n' everything :((((
- he'll even lay with his head in your lap every once in a while :( <3
- whenever one of his members brings it up it's like he gives them a serious death glare HELP
- but he's also one of them that are like not at all in denial about it đ
- he's in love with you and he would say it with his full chest!
- (not really but yk.)
- it's not until you talk about how you have a date soon that he decides to bring it up
- and he's like "wait don't go on that."
- and you're like "...why not??"
- "bc i like you,"
- . . .
- yeah okay
- y'all start to date after that <3
#enhypen x reader#enhypen scenarios#enhypen fic#enhypen headcanons#heeseung x reader#yang jungwon x reader#enhypen jay x reader#jake enhypen x reader#sunghoon x reader#kim sunoo x reader#enhypen niki x reader#niki x reader#kikisficz
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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a social media fic with nando where his gf/fiancĂ©/wife comes to the paddock for the first time after they had their second child? And like the photographers are all oveeeer reader cuz of the cuteness and the other drivers are just soo happy nando found his person and started a family and just overload cuteness from the media and the fans and stuff like that đ(ps: can you make the reader 10-12 years younger than alonso? Iâm a sucker for a good age gap!) btw, looooove your writing and smauâs!! Have a good day đ«¶đ»
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home is where the heart is â fernando alonso
genre. social media au pairing. fernando alonso x reader warnings. swearing
authorâs note. hello anon! i wasnât entirely sure if you meant first time after having their second child or first time ever, but iâve gone with the latter so i hope you like it! also there isnât a direct reference to the age gap in here sorry :( you can still imagine it that way though because that was my thought process when i was making this <3
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f1wags Fernando Alonso and his longtime girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N spotted in the paddock for the first time! Y/N has just given birth to their second child, MarĂa! What an adorable family đ
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username youâre telling me iâve been waiting to meet the mystery that is Y/N for YEARS and then she turns up with TWO WHOLE CHILDREN IM GOING TO IMPLODE
username i canât believe the mystery girlfriend nandoâs been hoarding is THIS HOT
username he knows weâll fight him for her đ€
username what the FUCK
username two kids?? daddy alonsoâs been busy đł
username STOP đđ
username heâs officially a dilf now đ„łđ„łđ„ł
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username i knowwww đ and girl dad nando is SERVING
username look at how heâs got carmen on his shoulders AHHH đŠđŠđŠ
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fernandoalo_oficial Home race week with mis ĂĄngeles â€ïž So glad to have my three greatest loves with me for this special race. Y/N, Carmen y MarĂa, os quiero a todos mĂĄs de lo que puedo decir đ / I love you all more than I can ever say. See you in Canada!
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username i was NOT prepared to cry today
username stop because this is SO SIGNIFICANT as well?? like before y/n fernando was single for so long and now heâs finally found his person đ„čđ„čđ„č iâm not crying u are
username iâm pretty sure ur crying
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lancestroll it was so lovely to see y/n and the girls! hope you bring them to the paddock again soon đ€
yourusername i think carmen would throw a fit of we didnât đ
how does canada sound?
lancestroll see you there! đ
fernandoalo_oficial Do I get a say in this?
yourusername the girls will miss you if you go without us đ„Č
fernandoalo_oficial Just the girls? đ€š
yourusername ok maybe iâll miss you too đ
username not y/n and nando flirting on main đ«Ł
lewishamilton So happy for you mate â€ïž Give Y/N and the girls my love x
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carlossainz55 the most beautiful couple đ€ me alegro mucho por vosotros / so happy for you guys
yourusername gracias carlos âșïž come visit soon, carmen and marĂa miss their favourite uncle!
carlossainz55 on my way as we speak
landonorris favourite uncle? am i a joke to you?
maxverstappen1 excuse me i think that title belongs to me đ€š
lancestroll not a chance. iâm their favourite
yourusername boys thereâs no need to fight! you can share the title đ
fernandoalo_oficial Lando is their favourite
landonorris HAHAHHA SUCK ON THAT
username nando really said fuck it letâs cause some chaos đ
maxverstappen1 beyond happy for you guys (even though i should be the girlsâ favourite uncle)
fernandoalo_oficial Keep dreaming, Max!
username yeah youâve already won enough titles, let the others have this one!
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username i still want to know how they kept this secret for so long đ
landonorris i deserve a medal for not telling anyone tbh.
username PHAHAHHA LANDO
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You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F!Reader - Part 6
a/n: hey guys!! im so sorry this part has taken me so long! im currently on a trip so i havent had much time to write! but i hope this makes up for it, im super excited for yall to read this!!! also i think im going to plan for this series to have a few more chapters, probably max 9 or 10! i love it sm i really dont want it to end đ but anyways enjoyyy and comment what you think! and again i apologize if the smut is mid.. btw this is not proofread LMAO
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Youâre sitting in your bed, reading a magazine, when your flip phone rings. You lean forward to pick it up from the corner of the bed, wondering who could be calling you this late. You raise your eyebrows when you see that itâs Lola. You havenât spoken to her since school got out. Nevertheless, you answer it and put the phone up to your ear.
âLola! Hey,â You grin. âOh my God, Iâm so glad you picked up. Iâm so bored around here,â She groans, and you smile even bigger at the sound of her voice on the other end. âAround where?â You ask curiously.
âMy parentsâ. I have to babysit my younger sister all the time. Itâs exhausting, really,â She moans. âI just want to like, go to a party or something. Honestly, I would even prefer to be going to classes right now instead of this.â
âWow. That must mean itâs really bad then, huh?â You continue flipping through the magazine, your eyes scanning through the apparently trending fashion and makeup choices at the moment.
âYes. Ugh. Youâre at Saltburn, right?â She asks. âYeah.â You reply.
âHowâs that going?â Lola questions, and you hear another voice in the background that sounds like her, only higher-pitched. âNo, Iâm on the phone. Go away. Shoo,â
You try not to snicker at her shooing away her little sister. âItâsâŠâ You trail off, trying to decide the right way to describe how the summer is going so far for you. âI donât know. Different.â
âHow so?â You pause and wonder if you should tell her whatâs been going on. You decide itâs probably better not to and keep some things to yourself.
âI think itâs just cause weâre growing up. I mean, we graduate in less than two years.â You shrug and reach over to grab your glass of wine. âOh God, donât remind me. My parents are still asking me what my plans are,â She sighs loudly.
âI canât believe it.â You shake your head and close the magazine, uninterested in the latest celebrity drama. An idea suddenly forms in your mind.
âHey, the Cattons are throwing one of their big summer parties in a few days. I could invite you?â You suggest. You hear Lola gasp. âReally?! Iâd love to go. Iâve heard so many stories about the Saltburn parties.â She makes it sound so dramatic, and you giggle.
âAnd youâd get a chance to see Felix,â You grin as you hear her jumping around. âYeah, I would! You donât need to convince me any further. Iâll be there,â She pauses. âWait, but theyâll let me come, right?â
âOh, of course. They like me a lot, so Iâm sure they wonât mind.â You assure her. âOkay, perfect. Thank you so much, my love. Iâll let you get some sleep. See you soon!â She squeals excitedly and you roll your eyes with a smile as she hangs up.
You set down your phone and sigh, looking around your dim room.
You havenât been able to get Farleigh out of your mind since your little⊠moment two nights ago. Heâs not avoiding you, but heâs not being nice either. Heâs gone back to teasing you and embarrassing you in front of the Cattons. You shouldâve known that if you got too close, heâd pull away and return to his old ways.
But every little glance you two share has your stomach fluttering and your heart pounding. Every insult meant to hurt or offend you has the opposite effect. In some depraved way, you like when he degrades you. The past two nights, youâve laid awake and stared up at the ceiling, trying to relive that night when he made you feel so good. Just the thought of him had your mind reeling. You would do anything just to feel that way again. Youâre hooked.
You canât just keep wallowing in these feelings. You want to talk to him, work things out, and go back to how they used to be a week ago. More importantly, you just want to be in his presence. It gives you some kind of thrill to be around him. Itâs like a game of roulette to see which version of him youâll get each time, and you love it. You crave his attention.
You climb off of your large bed and walk determinedly to your door, opening it quietly and sneaking down the hallway. Itâs quite a long walk to Farleighâs room, but you donât care. You pass Felixâs room, then Venetiaâs. Both of their lights are out, telling you that everyone in the house is probably asleep by now. You can only hope and pray that Farleigh isnât.
You eventually find yourself standing in front of his room. Dim light peeks through from under his door, and you sigh with relief. Heâs still awake. Your decision catches up to you and you realize how stupid it is that youâre about to knock on his door. You shake your head to clear your doubt, raising your hand and gently knocking.
You hear his bed shifting and footsteps following close after. You swallow nervously, your throat suddenly feeling dry. Your heart races with anticipation as he finally opens the door.
Fuck. Heâs shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants on. Your eyes trail down subconsciously before you blink and look back up to his face. Is he wearing underwear?
âHello,â He says, his grin foxlike. âI canât sleep. Can we talk?â You ask, your voice shaky. You curse yourself for sounding nervous. He crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows. âTalk about what?â He questions.
You pause, unsure of what to say next. What were you going to talk about? He would deny any feelings towards you, so what was the point of even coming here?
âJust let me in, please.â You step forward and avoid his gaze. He steps to the side wordlessly, opening the door further to let you into his room.
You breathe in the familiar scent of that candle heâs always burning, and the scent of his cologne. Itâs musky and spicy, with notes of vanilla. You tried to memorize it everytime you were close to him. You walk over to his bed and sit down on the edge, looking up at him as he closes the door behind him.
âCan I have a cigarette?â You ask, pointing to the pack sitting on his bedside table. He nods, and you carefully take one. He hands you the lighter.
He stares down at you as you light the cigarette, taking a drag from it. He chuckles to himself and you exhale, furrowing your eyebrows. âWhatâs funny?â
âYou always said you hated the smell. Yet here you are, asking me for a cigarette,â He replies with a scoff. âMaybe youâre just a bad influence,â You shoot back, and his smile slightly fades.
You can see his eyes traveling down your body, lingering on your thighs and your bare legs. You had outgrown these sleep shorts, but you never cared because you figured no one would see you in them. Well, there goes that.
âAre we not going to talk about the other night?â You mutter. âWhatâs there to talk about?â He replies, and you roll your eyes. âAre you-â You pause and let out a frustrated breath. âAre you serious?â You exclaim angrily.
âYou canât blame it on being drunk this time, Farleigh.â You tell him, and he freezes, his gaze faltering downwards.
âCan we not talk about that? Letâs justâŠâ He sighs with exasperation and sits next to you. You turn away from him, looking out the window. You decide not to press the issue, since itâs apparently too much for him to think about right now. Honestly, you arenât even able to fully process whatâs been going on between you two.
âLetâs just⊠talk,â He says finally, and you face him again, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. âOkay.â You shrug. Itâs what you both do best: Talking. About anything and everything, despite the strange history of your relationship. You guessed that it was because you had known each other for so long, that it just came naturally. Heâs just⊠real. Heâs never pretending or putting on a façade, at least around you heâs not. Around the Cattons, he has to, because to them heâs just the wild child, the comedic relief, the American. You feel like you are the only one that gets to see the real Farleigh, and it feels like a privilege. But you know thatâs not true, and you choose to believe it anyway.
âSo⊠Our third year at Oxford,â Farleigh says. You let out a breath and raise your eyebrows. âCanât believe itâs already been two years,â You both smile, thinking of all the good and bad memories youâve made so far during your years at university.
âCan I be honest?ïżœïżœïżœ You ask, and he nods. âIâm scared.â You say simply. His eyebrows knit together. âOf what?â He replies. âGraduating. You know, Iâll probably go to graduate school or something, but I need to start making my own money. Get a job. Do adult things,â You sigh just at the thought of all the responsibilities. âI canât be on a scholarship forever. Or have my parents pay forever,â You continue, shaking your head. âIâm putting them through enough as it is.â
Farleigh nods again with a look of understanding. âI might go back to the states. See my mom, maybe stay there for a while.â He says. You canât help but feel a little sad at the thought of him being away for so long. You hate to admit it, but you would miss him.
âBut we donât have to worry about that right now. Youâre too uptight. Let yourself have fun,â He nudges you softly. âIâm trying,â You mutter. âWell, youâre smoking. Thatâs one step closer,â He laughs a bit and you roll your eyes.
It goes quiet and you stare down into your lap. You can feel his eyes on you, and your heart begins to race with anticipation. That familiar tension returns in the air between you and Farleigh.
You look up slightly, his eyes meeting with yours. Your stomach churns as you look down to see his hand inching towards your thigh, eventually resting on top of it. âI know why you came here,â He says, his voice lowered.
You look back up to him. âWhat?â You whisper. âDonât play dumb,â He shakes his head. âIâm not.â You reply, trying hard not to break the intense eye contact.
You gulp nervously and finally look away, your face giving you away and burning red. âHmm,â He hums, his thumb brushing across your thigh. You try to distract yourself by pressing the cigarette out on the ashtray on his bedside table, watching the little flame burn out.
He gently reaches up and grabs your chin, tilting your head back towards him. He drags his thumb down your bottom lip as you stare into his eyes. He grins slightly before moving his hand to cup your cheek, leaning in closer until your noses brush together. You know you shouldnât be doing this. You know Farleigh is emotionally unavailable and toxic, and he wonât ever discuss his feelings or yours. But you canât help but melt into the kiss, his touch, his aura. Itâs like heâs magnetic, pulling you in everytime you try to pull away.
Somehow, every single time he kisses you, itâs better than the first time. Your tongues intertwine as your lips move in a perfect rhythm while both of you fall back onto his bed clumsily. One of his hands tangles in your hair, and the one that was resting on your leg moves up to rest on your waist, his fingers caressing your bare skin due to your tank top riding up. He eventually shifts his position so that heâs on top of you, and you turn to lay on your back underneath him.
His kisses begin to move down to your jawline, then your neck. He sucks and licks your skin so cruelly, but you donât want him to stop. You breathe in the scent of his hair, his curls tickling your face, and you can already feel yourself becoming weak again.
You feel his hands start to trail down your body, resting on your hips, as he moves down the bed and you peer down to see him looking up at you from between your legs. Feverish heat burns across your skin just at the sight of it.
âWait, wait. Iâve never-â You start, suddenly feeling nervous. âItâs okay,â Farleigh replies, his eyes soft and warm as he gazes up at you. âJust relax,â He murmurs, gently pulling down your shorts and panties at the same time, shuffling them off your legs.
Just relax, you think. Easier said than done. Youâve pictured this moment so many times in the past few days, and you canât believe itâs becoming reality.
And of all the times youâve fantasized about this, none of them could ever do Farleighâs beauty justice. His dark eyes are shining with something of lust and hunger, his plush lips slightly parted and his shoulders broad and golden. His curly hair is only slightly wet from his shower earlier, yet still perfectly coiled.
He looks up at you, trying to convey something through his gaze. âSo pretty,â He mutters, tracing a finger along your thigh. Your breath catches in your throat and you feel your stomach fluttering already.
He lifts your legs up and places them over his shoulders. Your heart pounds in anticipation and you can hear yourself breathing among the silence.
Farleigh leans down and presses a few kisses along your inner thigh, and you donât know how much longer you can stand his teasing. You watch him gaze up at you through his lashes as he dips a finger into your wetness and you see the smirk that tugs at his lips. He raises his eyebrows at you and your face turns red. âStop,â You cover your face with both hands, your stomach doing flips. You canât handle how perfect he looks right now, even as he teases you for how soaked you are already.
âHey, look at me,â He says, his deep voice vibrating against your skin. You let your hands fall back to your sides, smiling shyly. His expression turns more serious as he furrows his brows, slipping his finger inside of you. He moans before you even can, his head falling against your thigh.
That familiar stretch around his finger has your mind reeling as you throw your head back. He pulls it out and you whimper at the loss, until you feel his middle and ring finger on your clit. Your hands instinctively move to grasp the sheets as he strokes your bundle of nerves perfectly, letting your head fall back down to watch him. He continues to maintain eye contact and it makes you so weak.
Your brain almost turns to mush as you see him leaning down, his head buried between your legs. A moan louder than you intended leaves your mouth as you feel his tongue greedily licking a stripe up your pussy.
âShit,â You huff, your chest heaving up and down. No one had ever given you head before, until now, so you didnât really understand your girlfriends when they would tell you how amazing it felt. But now, you completely get it. His tongue moves in long, slow strokes and his pretty nose nudges perfectly against your clit.
He barely lifts his head so he can stare up at you to watch your reaction. You grind up against his face, your hand reaching down to grab a handful of his curls. He groans at the feeling before inserting a finger again, moving at the perfect pace along with his tongue. The combination is enough to make your legs shake. The lewd sounds of him lapping up your cum and both of your wanton moans echo throughout his room.
âFarleigh!â You almost scream his name before letting out a long, drawn out moan. He glances up at you once more, his pupils huge with lust. He moans against you as he absolutely devours you, adding a second finger in. His long fingers brush against that divine spot inside of you and you whimper helplessly, your other hand gripping his sheets as if it could help ground you somehow. That delicious heat builds in the base of your stomach, spreading like a fire.
âIâm gonna-â You gasp for air, your chest heaving up and down. His eyes are half-lidded and he seems completely lost in the moment, just absolutely pussy drunk. âLet go,â He says, his voice deep and raspy.
And you do exactly that. The pleasure shoots through your veins like a drug, your grasp in his hair tightening and your hips rolling as you ride it out. You eventually come down from your high, letting your legs drop from his shoulders as you let out a shaky sigh, your heart still pounding against your ribs.
âFuckk,â You breathe out, resting your head against the pillow. Farleigh crawls over you, leaning down to kiss you. The lower half of his face is covered in your slick, but you couldnât care less. He kisses you passionately, desperately, groaning into your mouth. You can taste yourself on his lips and his tongue, and it just turns you on even more.
He pulls away, his lips hovering over yours. You look up at him and suddenly feel an indescribable desire wash over you as you stare into his deep brown eyes. Itâs like you canât get close enough to him, like you need more than everything heâs already given you. You want him inside of you. You want to feel every part of him. You want him to feel every part of you.
âFarleigh,â You whisper, reaching up to touch his face. âWhat is it?â He whispers back, lightly touching your own face.
âI want you,â You say. You donât care how stupid you sound right now. This carnal desire has completely taken over you.
âIn what way?â He replies, smirking smugly. âI think you know which way I mean,â You mutter. You donât have time for his teasing, although you love it.
His expression softens and he seems to understand what you mean. âPlease, I need you,â You canât believe youâre begging for Farleigh of all people right now. You know youâll be regretting it later. His eyes widen and he seems shocked by your confession.
âFarâŠâ You whisper, tracing your finger along his lips. He opens his mouth to speak, hesitating slightly.
âDo you know what you do to me?â He asks, his voice soft. You look up at him and tilt your head. He takes your hand and guides it down below his waist while still looking down at you. You gasp softly when you feel that his dick is so hard underneath his sweatpants. It has to be painful. You slowly rub your hand against him and his eyebrows draw together as he stutters slightly, and it almost looks like heâs in pain.
âBaby-â Farleigh whimpers. âPlease,â You beg once again, and he nods, quickly taking his pants off and throwing them somewhere on the floor of his bedroom. You look down at his dick, and you have to keep your jaw from dropping.
Itâs definitely the biggest youâve seen, and although you havenât seen many in your lifetime, you know he would be considered above average. Itâs long, with a bit of girth to it, veiny and already leaking precum from the tip. You feel yourself starting to get nervous. You arenât sure if you could even take all of it, but hell, youâre going to try. You hope he didnât pick up on your reaction, because you know he would tease you over it.
He places his hands on either side of your head and leans down onto his elbows. He never takes his eyes off yours as he positions himself. You wrap your legs around his waist, letting your ankles rest on his back.
He slowly begins to slide in, and you grunt quietly at the pain. He goes a bit deeper before you panic and place a hand on his lower stomach, stopping him. âI canât-â You wince in pain.
âYes, you can. You can take it,â He nods and brushes the side of your face with his fingers. He takes your hand off of his stomach gently and places your arm back onto the bed. You nod in an attempt to encourage yourself, gritting your teeth to withstand the pain. You reach up to his shoulders, resting your hands on his shoulder blades, trying to keep your nails from digging into his skin as you hold onto him.
âFuck,â Farleigh grunts as your walls grip him tightly, sucking him in. Eventually heâs buried inside of you to the hilt, and you can feel every inch of him. Youâre still trying to adjust to his size, and the pain is slowly subsiding as he groans and drops his head and closes his eyes. You press your hips up against his, trying to get him to start moving. âFar,â You mutter. You can tell heâs trying to hold back. He breathes heavily and opens his eyes again, gazing into yours.
âIâm ready,â You whisper. His eyebrows knit together as he rolls his hips slowly, causing your eyes to roll back and drawing a short moan out of you. He shudders, slightly pulling out of you before thrusting back in. You wonder how heâs so good at this as your nails dig crescent moons into his back with each slow thrust and roll of his hips. Your mouth falls open and you try to be quieter but itâs no use.
He buries his head into the crook of your neck, his curls tickling your face. Heâs whimpering and moaning your name and other incoherent nonsense right into your ear. He sets a beautiful rhythm, his bed creaking underneath you as you sink into the plush of the mattress. You think you hear the headboard hitting the wall but you donât care about the loud sounds you two are creating. You just donât want this moment to end.
He looks back up to you and you can see heâs already fucked out. His eyes are even more glazed over than before and sex sweat forms on his brow. He whimpers helplessly and pants heavily. âYouâre so good,â He breathes. âSo, so good,â You could probably cum just from his words alone.
You let out a wanton moan as he hits that spot again, deep inside of you. âOh, fuck!â You gasp and claw at his shoulders. He drops his head again, kissing your neck as he thrusts into you faster and deeper each time, hitting your spot over and over once heâs found it.
âYeah, thatâs it,â He groans against your neck and you feel tears brimming in your eyes. âFarleigh- Itâs-â You canât seem to form words, your brain turned to sizzling hot liquid. âI know, I know,â He whimpers, his voice slightly higher pitched and breathless. You try to hold on longer, but youâre already coming undone as your orgasm hits you sooner than you expected. Your body stills and you clench even harder around him. He moans, that pained expression crossing his face once again. âOh God,â He chokes out, his thrusts beginning to become less steady.
âWhere should I-â Farleigh pants. âInside,â You tell him. Youâre on birth control, but you donât have the mental capacity to explain that to him or explain why. His hips stutter and he stiffens, finishing inside of you, the warm feeling spreading throughout your lower stomach. He collapses on top of you, his head on your chest, resting on the soft fabric of your shirt.
Youâre already sleepy and physically exhausted from what just took place. You breathe in his scent one more time and let out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling and trying to process what you just did. Then heâs wrapping his arms around you gently before pulling out of you slowly. You grunt a bit, feeling a dull ache between your legs, but you canât help but miss the feeling of him inside of you.
He adjusts the both of you so that youâre both laying on your side, allowing you to stretch out a bit and cuddle up to him, tucking your head in the crook of his neck. He holds you, and for a moment, it feels like a real relationship. Something you had never experienced. Something deep. Something real. And then you remember that itâs not. After this, he will go back to avoiding you and acting like he canât stand you. You just wish that he would put his pride away and admit to you what he really feels. But what does he really feel? Are you stupid for thinking that thereâs something here?
Farleigh strokes his fingers through your hair, brushing away some of the strands plastered onto your forehead by your sweat. He seems to notice your silence.
âYouâre thinking too much,â He says, his voice beautifully hoarse. You sigh, relaxing your shoulders. âAm I?â You reply, your voice weaker than you thought it would be.
âJust sleep here tonight,â He mutters, resting his chin on top of your head. You so badly want to ask him to be serious and have an actual conversation with you about your⊠relationship.
âOkay⊠but we need to talk about this,â You respond quietly. He sighs and shifts a bit, careful not to move you too much. âWe can in the morning,â He says, but you know that wonât happen. Youâll just have to settle for no answers to your questions for the time being.
You curl up closer to him and let your eyes close, breathing slowly and peacefully. âGoodnight,â You murmur. âNight,â He replies, sounding just as tired as you are. You drift off to sleep in Farleigh Startâs arms.
ONE YEAR EARLIER
You were usually on okay terms with Farleigh. But you remember exactly when the dislike turned into hatred.
It was right before end of term exams and Felix convinced you to go to the pub to blow off some steam and relax after all your revising. You reluctantly agreed, then regret your decision when you saw Farleigh and Sasha there.
It was pretty far into the evening and you were beginning to get sleepy. You had spaced out for a moment, staring out the window and watching the snow fall before you heard something that peaked your interest.
âI mean, Felix, you have got to settle down,â Farleigh chuckled and nudged Sasha, pointing his cigarette at Felix.
Felix grinned stupidly and shrugged. âListen, mate. Iâve tried.â Some other friends of his joined in with the laughter.
You sat up and leaned forward, facing Farleigh. âYouâre one to comment on relationships,â You said, raising an eyebrow. Everyone else sort of quieted down after hearing your words.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Farleigh rolled his eyes at you and Sasha just glared. âYou and Sasha. Youâre dysfunctional.â You responded, unafraid to challenge him.
âExcuse me?â Sasha looked at you like you just committed a hate crime. âYeah. He cheats on you, you cheat on him, you get back together, blah blah blah.â You took a sip of your beer and shrugged. âItâs gone on for almost a year now. Itâs exhausting,â
Farleigh chuckled. âOhh, you want to come after my relationship?â He smirked as if he was cooking up a plan in his mind of how to humiliate you best.
âWell, I bet you would like everyone to know that you lost your virginity to Joshua Brown,â Farleigh said, loud enough for even people from other tables to hear. A small chorus of gasps echoed across the room.
âYouâre desperate, easy, and sloppy. You take anyone who wants you. I guess thatâs what happens when you get no attention before you go to college, hm?â He just kept going, and the whole room went silent
âIâve seen you walk out of so many dorms at six in the morning, itâs insane. You canât even keep a fucking man,â Farleighâs tone was harsher and colder than youâd ever heard before. Felix was staring at you in shock and Sasha was giving you that judgemental look.
You looked around to see all the pairs of eyes on you. âFucking hell, Farleigh,â Felix muttered, shaking his head at him.
You stood up and grabbed your bag hastily, storming out of the pub with tears in your eyes. Why was he such a bitch? Why did he hate you?
Your reputation was officially ruined. All that time, he never told anyone about your situation with Joshua. Until now. He was doing so well. The whole class thought you were an innocent and pure, high achieving student, and now what would they think? You wish you didnât care so much about how others perceive you, but you do.
You hated Farleigh. You hated him for ruining your reputation and your image. It was impossible to get him back or do something worse, since basically everyone knew he was a slut. But he got praised for it.
Ever since that night at the pub, other students would look at you sideways and whisper things about you as if you couldnât hear them.
Fuck you, Farleigh. You decided you were officially done with him and your weird friendship. Even if that meant having to avoid him at every cost.
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Can i request a super fluffy and sweet hotch fic where reader is baking and hotch is sittinh there on the counter admiring his wife, like theres music and r is just glowing and aaron is thinking âoh im so lucky to have herâ and ughhh im craving sweetness pls give me fluff thank you
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It's so incredibly late that when Aaron enters your shared apartment with the expectation of you sleeping, all he sees is the way you jump and almost knock over your mixing bowl when he calls out your name from the dark.
âHoly shit!â You swear, your hand â which was covered in flour â slapped itself over your racing heart. âJesus, Aaron, you scared me.â You sighed in relief.
âSorry, sweetheart.â You watched as he set his briefcase and go-bag down on the couch. Aaron looked exhausted; his hair was air whipped and disheveled, there were slight darkening bags under his eyes, and those frown lines from all that scowling and frowning he does. Your boyfriend was here, and he was home, safe and sound.
You looked at him with a sweet smile as he rounded the counter sluggishly. âHey, handsome.â You greet him quietly, almost as if it was a secret between the two of you. You throw your arms around his neck loosely while his hands fall lazily on your hips.
âHi.â His body relaxes under your silk touch, your fingers threading themselves through his cropped hair. âDo you want to talk about it, or do you wanna be home now?â Aaron squeezed your body closer to his at the question. âI wanna be home.â
An intimate silence fell over the both of you before he pulled away slightly, looking at the messy island that was covered in baking ingredients.
âWhat are you doing?â He inquires in a soft tone. âOh! Jack has a bake sale tomorrow and I kind of⊠procrastinated making them. So now, here we are.â You confess with a sheepish smile.
âDo you need any help?â
âNo, Iâm okay - wait! Thereâs actually one thing you can help me with.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
âBy sitting your cute ass down and telling me about your week.â
He smiles at your wording but relents and allows you to shuffle him out of the kitchen and into one of the bar stools.
He rambles on about his week while you listen and occasionally add your commentary when something peaks your interest. He stares in awe at your multitasking, but also at the fact that you look so serene.
You have a severe case of bed head, and your pajamas are wrinkled, followed by your messy hands and the blotches of flour littered on your clothes. You put Jack above your sleep and felt butterflies flutter in his stomach.
How was he able to find someone like you?
After Haley died, Aaron was convinced that maybe he was just meant to wander the world alone, and watch his son grow up. But then⊠there was you. Sweet, beautiful, outgoing you.
When he had said something funny in the monotone voice of his you laughed, and the sound rang like twinkling bells were in his ears. It completely overlapped with the soft tunes that were playing from your phone.
It took him a while, but Aaron was glad that he learned how to love again, because you had been waiting for him for a long, long, time.
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đ that boyâs a liar ft asshole virgin killer jock bf childe
ngl im having Bad Childe Thoughtsâąïž sorry heâs such nonconner bait like skskfkkdks. also this was not supposed to be this long sadly i just got too silly wit it >_> also itâs been so long since i wrote i had to keep looking words up to make sure i used them right asksjdjsk i was staring at my phone for like 10 minutes bc thereâs no way sinisterly is a word đ€š anyway.
i could easily imagine him being, like, an asshole jock, probably plays some rich boy sport like lacrosse đ and every time the school year starts heâs always looking for another cute freshman to fuck. he had a thing for virgins, and no one was more virginal than a fresh out of high school girl, eager to find her first boyfriend, completely oblivious to the nature of men. (well, really, men like him.)
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đŠącw: virginity kink, dubcon/sexual coercion, noncon/rape (both implied and explicit, the word rape is also used), misogyny (iâm sorry womenđ„ș), emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationships, unconsensual nude sharing, degradation, unconsensual creampie-ing (is there a better word for this?), hair pulling, mouth spitting, contraception mentionâïž
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and thatâs what led ajax to you, the bright eyed, overly naive barely legal cheerleader. most cheerleaders were too slutty for his tastes, but he could tell from the innocent way you swung your hips and nervousness around guys that youâd probably never had a boyfriend, let alone sex.
bagging you was too easy, he almost felt bad for you. heâd barely finished inviting you to one of his games when youâd excitedly accepted. afterward, him convincing you to go to a frat party later that night was childâs play (no pun intended). from there on, you were putty in his hands. ajax had no real intentions of dating you, you were a bit too innocent for his tastes. but, when you offhandedly mentioned you were saving yourself for âthe oneâ (seriously?), he realized he had no other choice.
nothing really changed after you made it official, you still went to his games and parties with him, and sent him nudes that he was definitely sending to his friendsâ groupchat. ajax, the notorious virgin killer, and his new victim. the general consensus was that you were the hottest one he found, which was an accomplishment, but his friends teased him for how long it was taking for him to smashâ âyouâre losing your touch there, casanovaâ kaeya texted him after he updated the chat on his latest date with you.
ajax rolled his eyes, but it was true. you were really not trying to give it up, even if you were blackout drunk, slurring your words at parties, even when he lit candles and set out rose petals for your one month anniversary, even when he said heâd never tell anyone. nothing was working, and he was starting to get annoyed. nutting on you face, tits, and ass wasnât cutting it; if anything he was starting to get more and more sexually frustrated. he wouldnât force you, he wasnât that type of guy, but damn it if he wasnât running out of ways to try to convince you to let him actually put his dick inside you; heâd even settle for just head at this point.
ajax reached his breaking point one night after a game. his team won the championship finals for their division, or something, which meant they had a solid chance at playing to win the state title. surely, he deserved something for that. so, when you invited him over to celebrate after, he was expecting more than you just surprising him with a homemade dinner after his shower.
âthatâs it?â ajax asked, looking in disbelief at the table, his voice gradually growing louder and meaner as he spoke. âyou fucking cook for me all the time, why the fuck would you think this is a surprise?â
you felt your heart sink a little bit; youâd put way more effort into it than your usual dishes, and you thought heâd might like a nice, fulfilling dinner after working so hard. ajax had little outbursts like this all the time, but he assured you thatâs just how relationships are, and who would give up a tall, handsome, perfectly sculpted redhead athlete just because heâs a little temperamental.
you remained quiet; usually, this is where heâd apologize and say he had a bad day, or was tired. but, his tirade kept going.
âweâve been together three fucking months and youâre still acting like the same boring virgin bitch as when we started dating. i thought for once youâd stop fucking neglecting me and finally fucking put out.â ajax reached up to run a hand through his damp auburn hair, his towel slipping down ever so slightly as he did so. you felt your face grow warm in embarrassment and desire. you wanted to wait, but him borderline flashing you sent butterflies down your stomach to between your legs.
âiâm sorry,â you said meekly, genuinely meaning it. you tried explaining how scared you were to do it for the first time; stds, pregnancy, or having your cherry popped, which you imagined would be more painful than it sounds. ajax always gave you the same responses, that he was clean, heâd pull out, heâd be gentle. you had no reason to deny him, really, you saw a future with him; and, if heâd dated you this long without having sex, you imagined heâd want to be with you forever once you said yes.
but still, something in your body was telling you to stop, leave, run. as many butterflies as he gave you, there were still cold claws of dread and fear dragging in your chest at the thought of sleeping with him. âiâm just not ready yet, baby. iâm sorry.â you replied, unable to meet his eye.
that was probably a good thing, because the look of disgust he casted wouldâve been enough to make you break down in tears. ânot⊠ready?â ajax asked in an angry low timbre. âyouâre a fucking adult, for christâs sake, what the fuck do you mean youâre not ready? itâs fucking sex, not a marriage proposal.â he huffed incredulously, running both hands through his hair now while throwing his head back. he turned away from you, finally allowing you to lift your gaze from the floor. staring at his back, you realized just how muscular your boyfriend wasâ and tall too.
if he really wanted it, he could easily take it. you wouldnât stand a chance.
the thought alone made your throat swell and eyes prick. you never thought he could be that kind of guy; and if he is, wouldnât it be better to just let him do what he wants? maybe heâd go easy on you if you said yes now.
âeveryone else on the team is probably getting ass at that after party, and iâm fucking stuck here playing house with a childish ass bitch,â ajax groaned. his words felt like punches straight to the gut; you instinctively held your abdomen in response. he turned around to you, his face now free of anger, but full of⊠something. you didnât know what, but it was sending shivers down your spine. âyou know, this is the longest iâve ever gone without having sex,â he said in a neutral tone, slowly walking around the table to approach you. you winced as he lifted your chin up, bringing his face uncomfortably close to yours.
âlook at me,â ajax said softly, but sinisterly. you forced your tear filled eyes to meet his, but not without trembling in fear. âyouâre neglecting me, you know. isnât it a little unfair to deprive me of intimacy, when iâve been doing everything i can to make you comfortable? why are you so scared of me, hm? why donât you trust me?â you merely blinked in response; if you talked you knew you wouldnât be able to hold back sobbing. âi donât neglect you, do i? is there anything you want that i donât for do?â you pondered the question; though he was rarely ever nice or this soft spoken, he had a pointâ physically, heâd given you all the cuddles and forehead kisses you could want.
still, that wasnât the same thing as having sex? or, was it? whoâs to say he finds cuddling as intimate as lovemaking? maybe sex was to him what cuddling was to youâ maybe you were neglecting him. you shook your head softly in reply.
âgood girl, youâre right. iâve done everything i can to prove you can trust me, does that not matter to you? will i never be good enough for you?â ajaxâs voice sounded sincere, but the cold, perverse look in his eyes still made you doubt. âiâve been so patient, baby. i couldâve taken it any time i wanted, but i waited for you. you gonna keep me waiting forever?â
something about his logic wasnât quite adding up to youâ but, it didnât matter. your brain was too clogged with fear to compute anything. plus, he confirmed what you tried so hard to not acknowledge all along: if he wanted you, he could have you, whether you wanted it or not. your heart thudded in your chest.
you felt guilty for depriving your boyfriend for so long, but that was overshadowed by your fear of what heâd do to you if you kept kept saying no. âok,â you whispered meekly, so soft you were surprised he even heard it.
or, maybe he didnât. it probably wouldnât have made much of a difference.
ajax smiled, though this time his grin of approval filled you with cold terror instead of giddy excitement. âi knew youâd do the right thing.â
***
âshouldnât we use condoms?â you asked. you were sitting on your bed, wrapping your naked body with your fuzzy pink blanket. maybe you were as childish as he said. the more you thought about it, the less you wanted to do it, but, it was too late mow.
âtheyâre too small for me, but, donât worry, iâm clean. canât let an std fuck up my lacrosse career, you know?â ajax said casually, walking towards the bed.
âno, not for that. i meant for- i mean, like, iâm not on, like, birth control or anythingââ you stammered.
âoh thatâs fine, i was gonna pull out anyway. canât let a baby fuck up my career, either,â he replied, chuckling at his own joke before giving you a light peck. âplus, youâre too hot to knock up right now, itâd ruin your body. iâd save that for after youâve already hit the wall. anyway,â he said sliding back on the bed and leaning against the wall. âcome here princess, iâll show you what to do.â
you turned around and crawled toward him, sitting back on your heels. his comment about your body momentarily snapped you out of your fearful haze; were you really about to give it up to such an asshole?
ajax twirled his finger, motioning you. âface that way, towards the door. and get on your hands and kneesâ
âlike this?â
âperfect. nowââ instead of giving instructions, ajax put his hand between your shoulder blades and pushed you down roughly. âyouâre gonna stay like that.â
it was kind of humiliating being in such a lewd pose; youâd always imagined your first time would be passionate missionary sex, not getting your back blown out. ajax shuffled behind you on the bed; he was taking his boxers off.
âokay, you ready? iâm gonna be honest, itâs pretty big, and itâs gonna hurt a lot before it starts to feel good, alright?â ajax said as he positioned himself behind you, his hands on your hips as he slowly dragged the tip of his dick against your vulva. âjust keep taking it, though,â he said, lowering his voice for the rest of his sentence: âi didnât wait all this time just to get blue balled.â
ajax lined himself up with your hole, and you sucked in a breath as you felt the slight pressure of his tip on the outer rim. you winced, scrunching your face as you prepared for him to actually go in.
sadly, nothing couldâve prepared you for that type of pain.
âfuckâ ajax stop, no, it hurtsâ it hurts too muchââ you cried out, practically screaming.
âtch. stop being so dramatic, iâm not even halfway in,â ajax paused his speech as he pushed into you further, eliciting a yelp. the searing pain was almost enough to render you unconscious, and, god, how you wish it actually did. âitâll hurt less once youâre used to it. relax, for fucks sake. the more you panic the more it hurts.â
you wished you could heed his adviceâ but, then again, what does he know? heâd only ever inflicted the pain, never received it. thereâs no way he could comprehend how horrific it felt being split open, your body resisting every inch but still being made to take it. the pain came from between your legs and in your head, too, the few fleeting thoughts you had besides how much it hurt questioning how he could put you through this, if he really loved you, he knew you werenât ready.
you abandoned speech altogether, merely sobbing as ajax continued to push his thick cock inside you.
ajax paused again. âcryingâs only hot if i can see it. shut the fuck up, youâre killing the mood.â when you didnât stop sobbing, he grabbed you by the ponytail, jerking your towards him so he could mutter in your ear; the shock was enough to shut you up, at least momentarily. âi swear i get soft âcause you keep whining like a bitch, youâre gonna suck it til itâs hard again, and iâll make sure it hurts a whole lot fucking worse.â he let go of your hair, your body flopping limply back onto your bed.
you took a deep breath, biting down on your arm to silence yourself, and prepared for the worst.
ajax was angry now, and, being the cause of his agitation, he happily took it out you. you bit down so hard you couldâve sworn you drew blood as he continued to shove his cock inside you; his thrusts were rough, it felt as he was tearing you open. just as your brain grew delirious with pain, you felt one final shove before the warmth of his body was against your ass.
âthere, that wasnât so bad, was it, baby? i donât even think youâre bleeding,â ajax cooed. you were so beat down you couldnât even speak, but he didnât really need a reply; he didnât care how bad it was for you, because it was perfect for him. âbut i know youâre still a virgin, or, were a virgin, âcause youâre so fucking tight.â he moaned as he held your hips and pushed into further, somehow managing to get even deeper. this caused a new type of discomfort; less of the searing torture of him going in, but a nonetheless dull, aching pain in your lower abdomen.
âfuck, you feel so good, pussyâs gripping me so tight like itâs made for me. think i just hit your cervix, too.â ajaxâs hands traveled from your hips to your ass, massaging the soft flesh on either side. âyouâre so fucking hot, i could probably cum just from this.â
panic became the new sensation that took you over. âbut you said youâd pull out,â you cried, trying a last ditch attempt to crawl away from him.
ajax easily held you against him again, and sighed in annoyance. âi said i could, not that i would, stupid slut. youâre the last girl alive iâd knock up; whoâd wanna spend 18 years with your annoying ass?â
tears returned to your eyes; is this really how he viewed you? was this entire relationship just a ruse to get in your pants?
well, it didnât matter, at this point. he was already there, and wasnât leaving until he finished. you had no choice but to take it.
ajax clicked his tongue before gently sliding out of you, barely an inch. he showed no mercy thrusting back into you, though, making that dull ache resonate again. he slowly pulled out again, leaving only the tip inside.
âdamn, youâre pretty wet for a bitch that says she doesnât want it,â he sneered. ajax slammed his dick back inside you; strangely, it didnât hurt nearly as much as the first time, minus him hitting your cervix. âbut virgins are all the same,âajax continued, picking up the pace at which he rutted into you. âyou pretend you donât want it to âcause of your purity bullshit, but the second iâve got you bent over you start creaminâ on me like a porn star, canât help yourself.â
the pain of him sliding into you was gone at this point; you could only feel the drag of his cock against your walls, rubbing against a spot that made ecstasy shoot through you. even the ache from him going too deep started to feel pleasurable. you couldnât help but moan as waves of euphoria washed over you.
âyeah, you like that, baby?â ajax purred, before sending a sharp smack to your ass. he chuckled hearing you moan at that, too. âdamn, youâre a masochist, too? didnât think a pure little princess would be such a whore in bed.â he slapped your ass again, before reaching around to grab your neck and pull you towards him and titling your head back so he could look into your face. âbet youâre sorry for making me wait, huh? fucking tease,â he snapped, before spitting into your mouth. âswallow it.â
you did as you were told, disgusted by the feeling of the warm, foamy liquid landing in your mouth and sliding down your esophagus. he let you go, and you fell again back onto the bed. ajax placed a large hand on your back, pushing you down into the right position.
âkeep your back fucking arched,â ajax scolded. with one hand pressing you into the sheets, and one firmly grasping the softness of your hip, he rutted into you, harder, and faster, each thrust sending shots of pleasure and pain throughout your whole body.
âah- ajax- slow- fuck- slow down, âts too much- too fast-i canâtââ you moaned, drooling onto the sheets. it felt so wrong, letting him do this to you, with all the awful things heâs said and doneâ but, you couldnât help how good it felt taking his dick, every movement adding to the euphoric build up that made your body limo and head dizzy.
the intensity of pain and pleasure increased as he leaned over to hiss in your ear: âyouâre gonna take what i fucking give you., slut.â ajax pried open your jaw, and shoved two long fingers into your mouth. âiâm tired of listening to you moaning, i wanna hear you gag for me, princess.â you choked around him, his digits pressing the back of your throat. âyeah, just like that, baby.â
the feeling of his fingers being pushed down your throat as he panted in your ear, while still not letting up on his rapid thrusts was all too stimulating; you felt your body tremble as you came, tranquillizing euphoria spreading your body like electricity. you could vaguely feel your pussy flutter around ajaxâs dick, involuntarily clenching around him.
âfuck, you just got so much tighterâ ah, wetter, too,â ajax moaned in your ear, burying his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder. âfuck, baby, iâm so close, feels so fucking goodââ he cut himself off with his own panting, desperately chasing his own release.
it took you a moment to register his words in your post orgasm haze, but you quickly snapped to attention once you did. you jerked your head to the side so his fingers were no longer massaging the back of your tongue.
âwait- ajax, you said youâd pull outââ
âgod, i know, i will, now shut the fuck up before you ruin it,â he groaned. his hands moved to yours, pinning your wrists down while as rhythm grew sloppy.
âajax, please- you said you wouldnât, cum inside meâ pleaseâ please donât donâtââ you plead desperately.
âshut up, bitch,â ajax spat. âi know what im fucking doing,â. âiâm not gonna nut inside youâ fuckâ just need a little moreâahâ
âplease donât,â you whispered softly; you were almost certain ajax wouldnât risk cumming inside youâ his reasoning was sound, but there again was that feeling of chilling dread as he kept messily rutting into you.
âfuck, âts so good, so fucking wetâ ahâ ajax panted, indifferent to your reminders. his speed slowed, now more pronounced pounding. âfuck, fuck, iâm sorry baby, it just feels too fucking good, i canâtâ ahhâ
you screamed for him to stop, but it was too late; you could feel after his final thrust a warmth inside you, spreading deeper into your core as he wrapped his arms around you. âajax, stop itâ get offâ let me go!â you screeched, desperately trying to break free from his grasp.
âsorry, princess, âts too late now. shit, thereâs so fucking much, too,â ajax sighed, pushing into you even harder. âfuck.â
nothing could describe the disgust you felt, trapped under your boyfriendâs sweaty, toned body as he forced you to take every last drop of his cum, shamelessly draining his balls inside your limp body. you knew you had to worry about pregnancy or an sti, but those were far from your mind.
the only thing you could think about is how bad you wanted to die.
ajax finally released you, getting off the bed and searching for his clothes. once free, you immediately crawled into a fetal position, tears pooling from your eyes as his cum drooled down your thighs.
epilogue
âsorry about that, by the way,â ajax said nonchalantly, as if he didnât basically ruin your life. âitâs been so long since i last had sex, i guess i forgot how to pull out in time, so itâs kind of on you for making me wait.â
you said nothing; as humiliated as you were, you couldnât risk more embarrassment by actually responding to him.
âhey, so, thereâs still an after party going on, so i think iâm gonna check that out. you donât have to worry about coming thoughâ shit, sorryâ attending, i know you probably have some shit you wanna work through right now. soooo,â you heard his footsteps head toward your bedroom door. he paused, as if he was waiting for a response, but eventually you heard him leave your room, head out the front door, and drive off. you laid on your bed, curled up in shame, for what felt like an eternity, until the loud text alert from your phone jolted you out of your catatonic state. it was a textâ from ajax, surprisingly.
hey. left you a apology gift on your table. hope it helps.
you threw on a bathrobe and shuffled miserably back to your dining room. the elaborate feast you made was embarrassing to look at; all that effort just to get borderline raped by your boyfriend for his special night. you saw the gift he must have been referring to: a wad of bills, that, when you counted them it amounted to $65. you read the messy scrawl on the accompanying note:
enough for a plan b âĄ
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