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Art Was Here
Art the Clown x Reader
Word Count: 3.6K
Summary: You and your two best friends, Tara and Dawn, are creeped out by a weird clown at the pizzeria. What you don’t realize is that you’ve been followed, and the clown has other plans for you.
Warnings: 18+,Smut, Porn with Plot, Violence, Murder, Reader has female anatomy but no pronouns mentioned
“I think we should get our food to go.”
Tara’s slow and unsteady words pulled your eyes up from Instagram to her scrunched face. She looked worried, but wasn’t looking at you or Dawn. You followed her gaze across the Pizzeria to the monochromatic clown that sat at the booth across from you. His hands were crossed politely, starkly contradicting the scowl he wore on his painted face.
“Is that the guy from earlier?” You asked softly, touching Tara’s arm to subtly get her attention.
She nodded, looking at you like a kicked puppy. She was scared, and you had to admit, this guy didn’t exactly make you feel comfortable, especially when you realize he followed you and your friends here.
Dawn turned her head, blonde hair hitting Tara in the face and sticking to her purple lipstick. “Him?” She pointed a thumb at him, rolling her eyes at you both before standing.
“Excuse me?” Dawn stood in front of the clown, arms crossed and phone in hand. “Uh…excuse me? Can I get a picture with you?”
You shifted uncomfortably. “Dawn, come on.”
Dawn twisted to you, “Shut up,” she scoffed. “Hello?” She lifted a manicured hand to the clown's face and snapped at him. You felt your soul leave your body, especially when he did absolutely nothing to react to Dawn’s antics, instead he stared directly at you, eyes holding yours, face still locked in an ugly glower.
“Okay, I’ll take that as a yes.” Dawn moved closer to him, and you watched in horror as she took a seat in his lap. Even as she forced him to pose for her perverted photoshoot, he did not take his eyes off yours.
After Dawn was satisfied with herself, she stood. “Thanks,” she smiled at him and made her way back to the table.
You and Tara stared in shock at Dawn, completely appalled with what she had just done.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Tara hissed, turning back to check on the clown.
Dawn rolled her eyes. “What, did you think he was going to hack me up into little pieces or something?”
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, drunkenly trying to cope with being scared of and now a little sorry for the clown. He might be creepy, but it was wrong of Dawn to do that.
You all got your pizza, and despite keeping a close eye on him, you barely noticed as he snuck off to the bathroom. Minutes later, he was being yelled at and kicked out by the owner, who had just comforted you and your friends. The clown was ushered out of the Pizzeria, and had to hurriedly grab his garbage bag full of who-knows-what. The door was slammed in his face, and as he began to walk away, he locked eyes with you again, lifting his hand to wave at you. Your stomach twisted, but at least he was gone.
You and your friends, now full of pizza and a little less drunk, made your way back to the car. Dawn still stumbled a bit, but pointed her phone screen towards your face.
“Look, we have 18 likes already.” It was the photo of her kissing the creepy clown on the cheek. The picture alone gave you the heebeegeebees. Whoever that dude was, he was creepy.
“Dawn, that was really rude. He was probably uncomfortable.”
“If he was uncomfortable, he could’ve…what happened to the tires?”
You stared in horror as you discovered the holes in all four of Dawn’s tires. A sinking feeling in your stomach weighed you down when you turned to talk to Tara, who was already on the phone with her sister.
You leaned against the car, arms wrapping around yourself in an attempt to stave off the cold October chill. At this moment, you regret dressing the way you did, legs and arms almost completely exposed.
“Okay, Victoria is going to come get us…”
You sighed in relief. Now all you had to do was wait. All three of you leaned against the car in silence, arms wrapped around yourselves.
Tara turned to you and Dawn. “I really have to pee.”
“So go.” Dawn responded nonchalantly.
“Go? I’m not gonna pop a squat in the street like you do.”
Dawn turned to her, hands dropping to her sides. “Well tough shit because it’s gonna be a while until your sister gets here.”
“Fuck…” Tara grumbled, looking around. “Maybe that guy has a bathroom I can use.” She pointed to what looked like a janitor unlocking an abandoned building.
You shivered, watching as Tara walked towards the building. “I…I think I’ll stay here with Dawn…” you said quietly. The idea of going into an abandoned building with a man was not something that appealed to you. And, you figured, if something did happen to Tara, it’s better to have you safe out here to help.
She nodded and began to talk to the man, but she was too far away for you to hear now.
“C’mon, I’m freezing my tits off.” Dawn growled, opening the driver's side door. You walked around to the passengers side, sitting down in the seat. The inside of the car wasn’t too much warmer, but as Dawn turned the key, the heater started up. You sighed in relief and hunched over yourself. You were still on edge, craning your neck to look outside every once in a while. When three separate checks of the sidewalk outside resulted in absolutely nothing, you finally felt comfortable enough to put your head down against your arms and close your eyes.
You heard Dawn flip through radio stations, before stopping on one.
“This is a WNEW breaking news alert. We have a major development in Miles County this evening, where authorities are investigating a double homicide. Two employees at the Deer Hill's Pizzeria were found brutally murdered just moments ago. No suspects are in custody yet but police are on the lookout for a tall, thin man wearing a black and white clown costume and carrying a large garbage bag.”
You sat up quickly, eyes wide and heart pounding. You and Dawn made eye contact for a moment.
“No way…” she said softly.
You reached down to turn up the radio.
“An Eyewitness spotted the suspect after hearing multiple screams. No further details at this moment. Stay tuned, and we'll continue to bring you more breaking updates as they become available.”
The back door opened, but you could barely think, let alone speak.
“Tara, you won’t believe what we just heard on the radio…” you saw from your peripheral, Dawn turning towards Tara in the back, and then suddenly, she was hunched over the steering wheel, blood staining her blonde hair.
You whipped your body around to meet the eyes of the clown you had seen in the Pizzeria. A scream tore its way out of your throat and your entire body shook as you yanked on the door handle. The door was locked, it wouldn’t budge.
You felt hands wrap around your neck, making your hands abandon the door handle. You clawed at the clown's hands as he yanked you out of your seat. Choked cries escaped you but you used all of your power to kick as hard as you could against the dash, forcing your body against the clown’s chest. You heard a small “oof” sound as he exhaled air, and his grip loosened ever so slightly. You struggled against him to reach for the handle, but instead, he grabbed your arms and held them in against your chest.
Your throat was raw from screaming, you were out of breath, and with the heater blasting, sweat dripped down your brow. He had you restrained, and you finally sat still against his chest, the only sound you could hear was your fast breath and heart beating in your ears. You close your eyes tight, expecting him to stab you, break your neck, do anything to kill you. But… it never came.
Instead, he sat still, hand firm against your throat but not squeezing. You felt his long hooked nose against the crook of your neck and heard him inhale deeply. Your chest heaved with the heavy breaths you took and the feeling of him being so close to you made you nervous. You looked down to finally see how you were sitting in his lap.
Your short costume was hiked up around your upper thighs, which were spread from the struggle, one foot pushed against the center console and one firmly planted on the ground. His legs were beneath yours, long and pushing against the seats in front of you. The silky material of his jumpsuit felt nice against your skin and you began to feel a different kind of tension with the clown.
It was hard to keep reminding yourself that he had just killed two people, and attacked one of your best friends, who lay unconscious just a foot away from you. His hands let up on your throat and you relaxed a little bit, until you felt them again at your waist. His touch was rough and unpracticed, grabbing at your thin clothing and yanking at you feverishly.
You could feel your face turning red, the car was so hot and sweat glistened on your skin. You turned to look at him, his eyes were glazed and glued to your chest, mouth open slightly but still formed into a tiny but focused frown.
You had to decide now if you wanted to try to escape or stay and let him do what he wanted. Attempting to escape seemed like it could be dangerous, given the fact that he decided to spare you once already, but you might not be so lucky again. Instead you decided that appeasing the clown was the best way to survive, at least that’s what you told yourself in order to be less weirded out by your attraction towards him.
You decided to turn, which was difficult because of the cramped space you were working with. Your neck craned to avoid the ceiling and your hair fell in front of your eyes. You settled again on his lap and immediately felt his hands on you again, this time on the sides of your thighs. His fingers moved up and traced the edge of your skirt. Your breath hitched and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach as his touch.
The feeling of butterflies rose to your chest as you finally met his gaze, painted eyes staring into yours intensely. The way his eyes seemed so lifeless yet so expressive disturbed you, but you also felt like you couldn’t look away, eyes locked with his as you wrapped your arms slowly around his neck. The eyes you were watching watched your arms move as if he were nervous about you being able to wrap around him. Maybe he felt like you holding him would give you the upper hand somehow, even though he seemed inhumanly strong despite his scrawny frame.
Hands splayed out between his shoulder blades steadied you as you decided to lean into him further, bodies completely pressed together. It was now that you noticed the amount of blood he was soaked in, drops soaking into the white fabric of his clothes and beginning to dry and flake off his cheek. His hands moved further up, now completely under your skirt and toying with the edge of your lace underwear. You hadn’t gotten any action at the Halloween party like you’d hoped, so you guessed you’re glad someone got to see them?
He suddenly looked extremely displeased, and you thought you’d done something wrong. You backed up a little, but followed his eye line to your chest. His hands came up, and you just now noticed that they were covered in blood, and yanked your dress down, your bra joining it. You yelped in surprise at the suddenness of your exposure, tits now on full display for the bloodied clown.
This seemed to fix this issue and he now wore a huge smile flashing stained teeth. You leaned forward again, feeling the soft silk against your chest. You decided to be a little more brave, you leaned down and your lips connected with the side of his neck. He tensed up for a second, but you ran your tongue over the soft skin there before biting down gently with your front teeth. You forgot to account for the fact that he has paint on, which you could definitely taste, but it didn’t bug you enough to stop. His head fell back onto the headrest behind him but his hands never stopped moving. One trailed up your inner thigh and the other palmed your breast, fingers pinching at your already hard nipple.
You closed your eyes tight, focused on the sensation of what was happening as you felt his fingers move closer and closer to where you wanted them. They were bloody and grimy but at this moment you couldn’t care less. Your head was tucked in the crook of his neck and the smell of iron and musk filled your nose, as if he had been covered in the same blood and sweat for days, which you wouldn’t doubt.
His fingers wrapped around the side of your panties and he yanked them, ripping them off like they were made of tissue paper. Your hands wandered down his chest while you finally backed up enough to stare at him. Looking at him like this made you feel ashamed of how much you were enjoying his touch, the moments of you convincing yourself that having sex with the clown was only for survival were over. Despite the shameful feeling, you also didn’t want to stop, you figured that he wouldn’t tell anyone…right? And it’s not like Dawn was going to remember… You felt the zipper situated at the center of his back and slowly started to pull it down until the sides of his suit slid off of his shoulders.
His chest and stomach were exactly as you had expected, muscular but lean, extremely thin and trim. You shifted in order to get his suit down his thighs, and after you settled back in his lap, you felt his cock against your inner thigh, hidden by the tule of your skirt.
The material of your costume scratched your soft thighs as you lifted it with one hand, the other moving down to rub circles on your clit. You sighed, finally feeling some sort of the pleasure you so badly wanted. Your eyes slipped close as the feeling engulfed you completely, only brought out of your trance when you felt his length rub against your entrance. He stared intently at your exposed pussy in a way that assured you he doesn’t do this often.
With a trembling hand you reached down to guide him inside you. You moved slowly, thighs beginning to shake from easing yourself down onto him. With a whimper you sat fully onto him, your ass resting flush on his thighs, which he gripped hard enough to bruise. Blood stained your skin wherever he touched, and you stopped for a moment to wonder whose it was.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a jerky thrust from him. Clearly he wasn’t happy about the fact you hadn’t moved yet. Your walls stretched around him as you lifted yourself halfway off of him, and with a stinging pain you sat back down. All it took was a couple more thrusts for the stinging to turn into unexplainable pleasure. You couldn’t tell if it was the drinks or the danger, or maybe it’d just been far too long since you’d gotten laid, but he felt better than anyone had before.
You held into his shoulders as you feverishly began to move, bouncing against him while also moving your hips in a circular motion. His hands held the small of your back, helping you up and down with a tight grip. At first, his hips were glued to the car seat, letting you do all the work, but as you kept going, he started to meet you halfway, thrusting upwards into you and causing you to bump your head against the ceiling. You stared into his eyes with your own half-lidded ones, fingernails cutting into his bare shoulders. The urge to kiss him was strong, even though you were sure he hadn’t brushed his teeth in a while, so you trailed a hand from his shoulder, up his neck, and finally to his cheek, where you ran a thumb over his bottom lip.
He, as usual, didn’t react to this action, leaving you to guess whether or not he’d be okay with a kiss. You kept one hand on his cheek, the other reaching back and holding the one that was currently squeezing your thigh, and with a surge of confidence, you leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss. He didn’t shove you off or hit you over the head like you’d expected, but he didn’t exactly kiss you back. You tasted iron on his tongue and began to feel a heat pool in the bottom of your stomach. Surges of electricity ran through you with every thrust, you whined and whimpered at the feeling, and you knew you were close. The clown’s mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, and suddenly you wished that he’d make a noise. His face contorted into a look of pleasure, lips pulled back and eyebrows furrowed.
One hard thrust made you cum, it felt like lightning went through your entire body. You spasmed against him, thighs tightening against his legs, loud moans coming from your wide open mouth. He stayed still deep inside you, and as you slowly came down from your high you realized he came inside you. You were on birth control, but it hadn’t even occurred to you before that maybe a man covered in someone else’s blood wasn’t the most sanitary to be having unprotected sex with. You sat, panting and sweating on his lap, head leaning against his shoulder. You were a little worried now that he was done with you. That he’d had his fun and wanted to kill you.
You raised your head, he still looked dazed, but stared directly at you. His hands moved towards the inside of your thighs, pushing you off of him. This made your legs twitch but you quickly pushed your skirt back over yourself. He put his arms back through his suit, pointing both thumbs to his back with a goofy smile. He wanted you to zip his zipper. You moved towards him and reached back, arm over his head to grab the zipper at the center of his back. You slowly began to pull his back up and had it almost all the way there when a searing pain went from your rib cage to your chest. You let out a scream, hand flying to the place it hurt most, directly under your armpit of the arm you had raised. You felt wetness, and metal protruding from you. With panic you looked down at your torso and saw what looked like a scalpel stuck in your side. Blood soaked your costume and made its way down to the car seat, making the overwhelming heat of the car so much worse.
You grabbed the handle of the scalpel with your other hand and tried to yank it out, but tears cascaded down your face as you realized it hurt too bad to do it. You turned your head to the clown, who held out a finger and smiled at you. He grabbed the handle of the scalpel and began to count with his fingers, mocking you. 1…2…3. And when he held up three, he yanked the scalpel from you. The scream you let out was inhuman, shredding your vocal cords and hopefully alerting Tara.
You put your arms up in terror to defend yourself, but that didn’t stop him. He shoved your legs down, exposing your stomach completely, and with one swipe, he sliced you open. You felt the intense pain of the blade, then the warmth from the blood, and then you began to feel cold and tired. The coldness scared you, considering you felt like you were melting just seconds before. You were scared to look down and when you finally did, you saw your skin split inches apart, muscle and tissue exposed. You felt like throwing up, you felt numb and nauseous and sleepy and shaky. You stared up at the clown, who wore a terrible grin, as he began to lean forward, dipping his fingers into your gaping wound.
His hands were covered in fresh blood now, shiny and bright. He turned around, writing with your blood on the foggy car window. You watched as he wrote, letter by letter, taking breaks to get more blood from you,‘Art was here’, covering the whole window.
You could barely keep your eyes open when he decided he was done with his fun. He opened the car door, walking out merrily and after he got a breath of the cool October air, he leaned down, one hand on the roof of the car, and he waved at you before he slammed the car door shut, forcing you to look at the words he wrote in your blood.
You closed your eyes. You could hear him open the driver's side door, and heard a groan from Dawn as the car shook, but you couldn’t muster the energy to open your eyes long enough to see where he was taking her. You blinked once, then twice, body shaking again when the car door slammed shut. Your breath was shallow and your eyelids were heavy. You read those words over and over ‘Art was here…’ until you couldn’t anymore.
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public occurrences. // myg.
pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader
summary: It's been almost a year since Vegas. As one would expect, life hasn't gotten any easier. If anything it's gotten even more chaotic. The world knows who you are now... There aren't anymore secrets to hide.
words: 6k
warnings: SLIGHT SPOILERS IN THE WARNINGS. use of cuss words, they talk of anxiety, some mental health situations, talks about a miscarriage, talks about Jin and other members leaving. other than that- not much else. If I missed anything PLEASE let me know.
a/n: CAN'T BELIEVE ANOTHER VEGAS IS HERE. Enjoy my loves. Thank you for all the love and support always. <3 It's just a short little drabble of one specific moment of time, but I thought it was pretty important.
~ the end of february 2023 ~
A dull pain begins to erupt where you’ve had your jaw clenched for the last twenty minutes. A soreness in your jaw you’re not quite sure will ever be able to go away. For the past few months it’s found itself in this compromised position.
Your entire body is made of steel, your joints creaking as you attempt to pull yourself together amidst the panic ensuing within your nervous system. Limbs heavy to the point you aren’t sure whether or not you’ll be able to exit the vehicle.
Breathe in, breathe out. The words repeat.
Breath in, breathe out. It made you want to sing Hobi’s song. Inhale, inhale, exhale, exhaaale. But there was no time for fun. Not when you were about to walk outside in front of cameras for the first time in eight years.
The morning was spent in a blur, the attempts to perfect your hair and makeup happening at an hour too early, much like how you rolled out of bed. An hour too early. You were awake before your daughter even had the chance to stir.
Anxiety had been simmering beneath your skin for weeks. You could barely eat, the nausea would rip through you violently. Again, for the past few months that’s how life has been, nausea, anxiety, melancholy thoughts and dreams, however this event seemed to be adding twice as much. These past few days you’ve probably accumulated a total of nine hours of sleep. You had more shuteye the week after your daughter's birth.
There seemed to be a butterfly effect from the events in Vegas. The incident that caused countless meetings and endless discussions because the company just couldn’t handle anymore media control or protection. You should never have trusted that girl.
BigHit took their time, the company drug out the announcement as long as they could so it would surpass Jin’s deployment and your goddamn wedding. Now, with it being the end of February, Yoongi’s been traveling absolutely everywhere for basketball games, photoshoots, and he’s announced a tour… It was about to happen. For the very first time in eight years you were officially about to be on camera, branded by flashes, posted online permanently, forever going to be seen and known as Min Yoongi’s wife.
Next to you, Yoongi grips your knee tight, in hopes to settle your worries. Glancing down to his knobby hand you sigh and suck in a deep breath.
“We’ll be fine,” he said softly. Meeting his comforting gaze, you attempt to smile, one that makes him laugh. “I promise. Remember everything we talked about?”
You do. Of course you do. It’s been playing on repeat for one hundred and sixty eight hours.
That’s how many hours are in a week. You had to google that.
When this entire plan was set in place you requested a play by play, a step by step tutorial- a rehearsal even! You were walking out into the public eye with your child for the first time. People knew who you were now.
There were going to be cameras, and fans, and paparazzi, and loud noises, and people rushing you, and standards to follow. It was all too much, it all seemed to be entirely too much. You were going to have a toddler on your hip, one who could barely stand to be in a room full of people her father worked with let alone god knows how many strangers at an airport.
“What happens first?” Yoongi asked, reaching for one of your hands to tangle his fingers with yours. He could feel your panic. “Tell me the first thing we’re going to do.”
Gulping, you respond, “Park.” Looking up at his short hair that you’re livid with- his long hair was dreamy, and sexy, and you could pull it- you receive another laugh. He hadn’t expected you to be so literal.
“Good, we’ll park,” he praised. “And then what?” Tipping his chin down his eyes widened a bit, becoming all the more endearing.
“Then, Branson and his team get out,” you said, feeling a bit better looking into his eyes. Yoongi gives you a soft smile, dragging his thumb over the back of your hand.
“Has Branson ever let you down?”
“Never,” you whispered. Almost nine incident free years with the man, after Yoongi, you depended on.
Your husband leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Exactly,” he said. “What happens next?”
Going through the last three simple steps, everything seemed ready to go to plan. Once Branson was ready, you were going to take your daughter out of her carseat, exit the car, and follow the men inside. You would be the one to carry your daughter, just in case. People were unpredictable in these situations, and Yoongi agreed that if something were to happen to him here, you should be the one to carry her inside. As much as that little comment terrified you to hear him say, he was right.
Simple as pie. You hoped.
In a perfect world that’s how it would happen, and you want nothing more than for this to go smoothly.
People knew your name. Everyone has found out that it’s been years. The company was prepared for mass destruction, and so were you and Yoongi. A first public appearance, this is where it would all go to shit. There isn’t much chaos people can fully ensue over the internet.
As for your friends, the two of you personally asked them to stay out of it and at the drop of a hat they agreed. The five boys and Sunny shook on it. No one would say a word publicly, no one would do any interviews, no tweets, no Instagram posts, no stories pushed, no Weverse comments. Silence. Radio silence.
Jin has most definitely heard what has happened, and the next time you and Yoongi get to see him, there will be tea to spill. Your heart aches whenever you think about him, especially for Yoongi. He’s had to go through this madness and so much more without his best friend.
The week after he left was complete and utter hell for your family. And not just because of Jin.
Pushing aside all thoughts of having to redo the motions with Hobi very soon, you come to realize that steps one and two of the plan have already commenced.
The black SUV was parked in front of the airport, and Branson and his team were setting themselves up. Through the dark tinted windows there are crowds upon crowds of people, masses of them so large one would think the entire band was here. It reminded you of a concert, they were all waiting in groups with their phones out, pointing them at the vehicles that you and your team were in.
Slapping your hand on top of Yoongi's, you grip it tight, digging your nails into his palm. He places his other right on top of yours.
“I can’t do it,” you mumbled, whipping your head to shoot him a terrified look.
Yoongi smiles, though your fear threatens to crack him. If this wasn’t ordered by the company he’d whisk you away to safety, getting inside the airport without a soul knowing. He’s broken these rules before, going against what his company wants for your sake, it’s been eight years of you coming first, you topping all things that have to do with his job.
Now that the gig was up, now that people knew who you were and knew that it’s been forever, he feels as though he owes it to his fans to do a three minute appearance. As much as he was deeply in love with you, he loved his fans almost as much. He wanted to show you off, he wanted the world to see who’s been keeping him sane all this time, who’s been the source of his happiness for years.
“Yanno, the last time you told me that you seemed to handle everything just fine,” he said, glancing at your sleeping daughter beside you. Blowing a gust of air through your lips, you roll your eyes.
“I didn’t have to do any work, D, they cut her out of me,” you grilled back, narrowing your eyes. “I can’t-” your words are cut off by a sudden short breath. “I feel like I can’t breathe,” escapes you in a whisper.
Branson taps his fist on the window a couple of times gently, signaling that he was ready for the three of you to come out. The murmurs from the crowds can be heard, leaking through the cracks in the doors, swarming around you constricting your chest.
Yoongi slips an arm around your back, holding you against him tight. Burying your face into his chest, he rests his chin on top of your head and takes a deep breath. You can feel his beating heart steady between his lungs. This was just another day for him. He’s had ten years to grow used to this.
“I was afraid this was going to happen,” he said softly. Peeking up at him, you frown.
“What?” you question, lowering your brows. He nods a couple of times, giving you a small smile.
“I was afraid this was going to happen, because I knew this was going to happen,” he said.
“Me freaking out, right?” you sighed, your tone completely breathless. A soft hum leaves his chest as he ponders what you’ve said, then he shakes his head. “What?” you question again with more vigor.
“Well,” he huffs a gentle laugh, “I figured something along the lines of that would happen, but only ‘cause of her,” he nods to your daughter, “Not because you’re scared of going out there. You’re only worried for her. If it were seven years ago you think you’d feel this way?”
Shaking your head to answer him, the electricity coursing through your veins seems to subside.
“Exactly,” he smirked. “Before her you were dancing in the streets before my shows, you were talking to people, my fans! You were prancing around stadiums and concerts like it was nothing.”
“I loved doing that,” you smiled.
“Fuck yeah, you loved doing that,” he said, giving you the smallest shake. “And, you know what? It’s not just you going out there as my wife, right? They know what you’ve done for us, they know what you’ve made for us.”
Your smile starts to grow. He was right. The fans, the people, they loved your work. The music videos, the art, the TinyTan, the creative concepts, the photoshoots, all of it. They finally knew that it was you. The ghost creator had been unveiled.
“You probably have fans of your own,” Yoongi said matter of factly. “I guarantee you all these people are here for you, not me.” Frowning humorously, you make him laugh.
“Doubt that,” you said flatly.
“Alright, half and half,” he winked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We can do this, you can do this. We’re doing it together, like we do everything. We’ll get through this together. We always do. Just think, next time we see Jin we have to tell him all about this, he’ll never believe it.”
Averting your eyes from his, your mind is suffocated by the many, many things you’re going to have to tell Jin when you’re with him again, which you’re hoping is soon. So much has happened, so much has changed, and it’d only been about three months.
“Yeah,” you whispered, flickering your eyes up to Yoongi who’s flashing you a curious look. “He probably still thinks I’m pregnant.”
A flash of discomfort wrecks his expression for all of two seconds as he glances away from you with a breath. Swallowing hard, he relaxes his face and looks back at you, his lips pressed together tight.
“He, uh,” he began in a whisper, “He... knows.” Before you have a chance to say anything, the subtle shock on your face telling him plenty, he cuts you off. “I’m sorry, baby. I had to tell him, it’s Jin, that’s my best friend, he’s the only one I could even say the words to.”
Sitting up a bit, you reach a hand up to cup his cheek, dragging your thumb over his smooth skin. “D, it’s okay,” you reassured him, bobbing your head. His lips form a pout, one that gets you to giggle. “I promise, it’s okay.”
There’s a moment of quiet between the two of you, feelings swirling around the empty air as you both choose what to do or say next. Yoongi leans into you, kissing your forehead once more before placing his own there.
“You’re so incredible,” he said, watching you flutter your eyes shut. “The strongest woman I know, the most talented woman I know. On top of having such a beautiful, creative mind, you’re a fucking fantastic mother.” Yoongi pauses, taking a deep breath, as do you. “He was lucky to have you for as long as he did.”
A lump lodges in your throat. Scrunching your face, you shake your head, rubbing your forehead to his.
“Don’t make me cry,” you said, voice wavering with uncertainty.
“Cry?” a tiny voice speaks up from your right, a yawn of the same intensity coming out of her straight after. Popping your eyes open you share a small smile with your husband, and just as you’re about to turn to your little one, Yoongi slips a hand beneath your chin, holding you in place.
“Hey,” his voice is soothing. “I love you.” Your heart flutters.
“I love you, too,” you whispered, accepting the quick kiss he gives you.
Turning to the carseat that has secured a permanent spot in this car, you smile at your daughter who has her head turned toward you and her father. Her sleepy eyes entice a happy hum from you.
“You were supposed to sleep through this,” you said sarcastically sweet. Yoongi chuckles, unbuckling from his seat. The clang of the metal on the door makes your heart skip a beat.
“No,” your daughter said. “No sleep. All done.” Her voice is tiny, and slightly broken, and not hitting all of the right sounds, but her speech has only been improving. The two of you speak to her like she’s a human being, saving the baby voices for when she’s feeling silly, which can attest to her strong vocabulary and understanding of conversation.
You’re beginning to think she is a genius like her father.
“Mama, up,” she cooed, reaching out her arms that were finally starting to get a little chubby. Her cheeks had caught up to her as well, they were finally perfectly pinchable.
Freeing her from the car seats restraints, your daughter aids you in her escape, launching herself forward and up into your arms with a shout.
“Oh!” she giggles once her arms are around your neck and her face is buried in your hair.
“Oh!” you and Yoongi copy her, to which she responds with another shout.
Her attentive eyes point out the window when she sits herself up, tapping on your shoulder a couple of times with her palm. Lifting a hand, she tries to point at the crowds of people.
“Where?” she asked curiously, looking to either of her parents for an answer. Her voice turned you into a complete puddle, the sound coming out as ‘Wheh?’, the middle syllable is even more pronounced when she questions the two of you again.
Yoongi brings a hand to her forehead, brushing away a few dark hairs that fell into her eyes. The girl hated bows, you stopped trying.
“We’re at the airport,” he told her, and she listened with all of her might. “We’re going on a plane, isn’t that fun? You like flying.” Her eyes blink a few times, taking her time to process the words.
Sighing aloud, dramatically of course, she glances out the window and mumbles a jumble of sounds. Following her gaze, you gulp.
Eager eyes of bystanders attempted to shatter the glass of the tinted windows.
“Mama,” your daughter said, looking at you. “Go, Mama,” she bounced once. “Go,” she bounced twice. You knew the moment you stepped out into the noise and the flashing lights that she would have a meltdown, but you admired her desire to get out of the car. Yoongi was right, she loved flying, it was her second favorite thing right now. Securely at number one was Jungkook, for a year and seven months. That spot was unattainable for anyone else.
“Shall we?” Yoongi offered, watching you fiercely, letting you take the lead. He waited patiently for your answer, heaving a sigh of relief when you finally gave him a tentative nod of your head.
“Dada, go,” your daughter babbled. “Mama, go. Dada, go. Mama, go.”
Sharing a laugh with Yoongi, you take a long deep breath and tighten your grip around her back, holding her in front of your chest. Smiling at you, your baby touched a hand to your cheek.
“I love you,” you whispered to her. She leans her head toward you and puts her nose on yours.
“Ah-luh-oo,” she tried her best to repeat. Stealing a kiss from her, you let Yoongi press a thousand to her cheek to make her giggle, and then it’s time.
Everything seems to move in slow motion, your vision tunneling as your husband opens the car door. Pulling a mask over his face, he sends you a reassuring wink before he rounds the vehicle.
Screams erupt from every corner of the space, and shouting from the team can already be heard. Strict shouting, like things were getting crazy already. Your daughter’s eyes are wide as she looks out the windows and up at you. Her curiosity has been swapped for a little bit of fear.
You couldn’t let her see you panic.
Sliding off of the leather seat and onto the concrete of the airport lot, you pull a mask over your own face and instantly slip a hand to the back of your baby's head. Her legs were wrapped around your torso, and the moment you stepped outside her arms clung around your neck for safety. You already had a suspicion that you weren’t going to have to actively try to hide her face, she would want to do that herself.
Your bags were already taken care of, there wasn’t anything else you needed to grab from the car other than your child and yourself. Everything else would be taken care of for you.
With another deep, dramatic breath, you hold your daughter close, allowing her to bury her face into your neck, and you circle the car like Yoongi had. Upon rounding the back, cameras that were already flashing began to flash faster, quicker. Wide eyed and stunned by the greeting of screams, you barely have time to process anything before Branson grabs your arm.
It’s a gentle tug, one to help keep you on track. He pulls you close to him, staying one step ahead of you as you wait for a couple of seconds in front of the car. Glancing amongst the crowd, it’s mainly full of paparazzi and probably some journalists. Behind the tall men and their cameras you can see the fans, the ones holding up their phones and jumping up and down trying to catch a glimpse at the commotion.
Airport security guards held some people back, though no one seemed to be trying to push through excessively, which was your main fear.
“Another minute here,” Branson said to you, leaning into your ear. “They need photos, then we go.” Nodding, you peek down at your girl who was content clinging to her mother and hiding from the chaos. A sound of admiration rips through the crowd as you stroke her back, one that surprises you.
Up ahead, close to the doors, Yoongi was walking backward slowly, watching you. His fans twisted their heads side to side, from him, to you, and back again. To spice things up a bit, he gives you a wave, and everyone goes nuts.
You can’t help but laugh at him, eyes crinkling at the sides. For some reason you had thought he’d treat you differently when you were outside, but aside from following the rules, he was still your husband. He points to the baby on your chest and questions you with a thumbs up. Another giant ‘Awh!’ rolls through the chattering crowd.
Sending a thumbs up back, the fans laugh, and cheer. Then, your heart plummets to your stomach.
From somewhere within the crowd your name is shouted. And then again. Before you knew it, the entire crowd wanted your attention. Overwhelmed, feeling utterly insane, your eyes well up with tears. You're unable to make out anything else they’re saying though, there were too many people talking at once, and to you, that was a good thing.
God forbid anybody had anything bad to say. You’ve heard it before, but you don’t need to live it in real time.
“Holy shit,” you mumbled. Branson leans into you again, questioning what you’ve said. Turning to him, you smile and repeat, “Holy shit!”
“You’re okay?” he asked, gently putting a hand over your shoulder blade.
“I- I think so?” you said to him, raising your voice over the crowd that was only getting louder. Glancing down to your daughter who’s little fists were attempting to rip holes in your sweater, you send a look to Yoongi, and he stops walking all together. Bundled up in the safety of her mothers arms wasn’t enough for the baby, she needed to be out of this situation immediately. “Branson we have to go.”
“I don’t have the signal yet, we need Yoongi inside before we move forward,” he said. Frowning, you knew the man was just doing his job, but a cry from your daughter flipped a switch within you.
“We need to go,” you insisted, shooting him a glare. Cradling the back of her head, you press your masked lips to her hair and take a deep breath, hoping she’d feel as much of your love as possible.
“Go! Get him inside,” Branson spoke into the tiny walkie he carried on his chest, gesturing toward the door with persistence.
The crowd, now roaring, and growing larger, began to push. The barriers that were blocked by guards were spilling over the edge.
Branson placed a hand to the top of your shoulder and held onto you tight. Grabbing the little speaker, he spoke clearer. “We need to move forward, and we cannot do that if you cannot get him indoors.”
Up ahead your husband was watching you with a heated gaze. His attention didn’t deter from you once. His heart twisted when you cradled your daughter, when he saw Branson begin to get defensive. The hand that was placed protectively on your shoulder could make him scream, and the team behind him, calling after him to get him to step inside the airport made his thoughts fuzzy.
What the hell was he doing? Why would he ever allow the two of you, the most important people in his life, why would he allow you to do it alone? This was the very first time you’ve done this, and he’s realized now that he’s made the biggest mistake.
Forgetting everything he was told, everything he’s learned, Yoongi bounds toward you, using the fast paced walk that his fans clown him for. They absolutely lose their minds, the people around you.
Wide eyed and shocked, you’d never think he’d break the rules on this one, you sigh in relief when he reaches your side. An arm wraps around your shoulder, Yoongi closing you in front of his chest.
“What are you doing?” you asked, giving your head a small shake.
Your husband smiles, reaching up to pull his mask off of his face, removing yours as well.
“Not letting you do it alone,” he said to you, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. As you could’ve guessed, the collective lost their minds.
“You’re gonna get in trouble,” you smiled up at him, laughing as he dramatically rolled his eyes.
“You two are always worth it,” he said. “Now, c’mon,” he stepped aside to hold you behind your back, keeping you tucked beneath his arm. Using his other hand he rubbed the baby’s back and gave her cheek a quick kiss, happy to find that once he joined you two she had calmed down. “Let’s go see Kookie.”
Her head shot right up with enormous dark eyes full of stars. “Koo-hee?!”
“Koo-hee!” Both you and Yoongi copy her tiny voice, making her giggle with the silly smiles you flash at her.
The world around you seemed to melt away the second you were in your husband's arms, like all of a sudden you had the strength to handle anything the world would have thrown at you. His grip around your body as he walked with you into the airport was enough to silence the crowd, and power your legs to get through the doors without an incident.
A mere twenty minutes later, the three of you were seated on the plane, your daughter snoozing soundly on her fathers chest while you scrolled through your phone, curious to see what the internet has had to say of your appearance already. Resting his head on your shoulder, Yoongi followed along, making a sweet comment at every single photo of you.
“Oh, that one is the best,” he said quietly, your Twitter scroll stopping on a picture of the three of you before you walked off. The big, genuine, happy smiles you and Yoongi wore were priceless as you grinned at your baby girl, one whose face didn’t make it into any photos- thank the good Lord that somebody believes in. “You should post that one.”
Giving him a sideways glance, you huff a gentle laugh. “To my Instagram? It’s just gone public, you want me to blow it up even more?”
Yoongi tips his chin up, flashing you pouty puppy dog eyes. “I just want them all to know you’re mine. Both of you. I want everyone to know I’m yours, and I always have been.” You gave his forehead a kiss.
“Okay,” you nodded, “I’ll post it. Her face isn’t in any of these, so I can post as many as I want.”
Settling comfortably on your shoulder once again, Yoongi gave you caption advice for the post- an emoji that seemingly had nothing to do with the photo… But, you used it anyway. The angel emoji, with a halo and little wings.
“That one’s perfect,” he whispered, tapping on it for you.
“If you say so,” you smiled. Yoongi sat up a bit, carefully to not disturb his sleeping daughter. “You always pick the random ones.”
“Every single one I use means something,” Yoongi gazed at you fiercely. “That little guy,” he pointed to the angel, “That makes four of us.”
Your lips parted in surprise, unsure of what to say. That week in December devastated you both. Your stomach flips while you watch him study your face. The whirlwind life you live hasn’t given either of you proper time to process, or grieve.
“Baby,” he whispered, closing the space between you to touch his forehead to yours. “You don’t have to post it if you don’t want to.”
Sucking in a deep breath, your eyes welling with tears, you furrow your brows. “What did I do wrong,” escaped you in an exasperated gust of air. Yoongi shifted, wrapping an arm around your back.
“No,” he said, putting on his strong facade. “We don’t do that, we’ve talked about this. You know there wasn’t anything you did wrong. There wasn’t anything I did wrong. You heard the doctor say it, baby, multiple times. You gave him the perfect home, you’re healthy.” Yoongi paused to gauge where you were, praying that you were listening to him.
You respond after a few seconds, bobbing your head. Taking a deep breath, Yoongi swallows down the lump in his throat.
“It just wasn’t his time,” he whispered. “He wasn’t ready.”
“Yeah,” you whispered fast. Yoongi’s thumb found your cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen.
“And, you remember the last time we were there, they said we could try again whenever we were ready,” he said. The end of last month you had a check-up with your doctor, just to make sure things were back to normal, and that your body was holding up alright. Your second pregnancy was a surprise, much like the first, you and Yoongi haven’t seemed to learn your lesson. However, losing your son before you had even gotten the chance to hold him in your arms put a lot of things into perspective for the two of you.
There were routine check-ups, you were eating better- both of you! This second child was something that you and your husband both wanted, and though each of your emotions have been through the wringer… You would be willing to try again when you felt like you could handle it.
“I want to,” you whispered. Yoongi smiled, but you could see his own worries within it. “I know, I feel the same way.”
“Together,” he cuts off the nervousness quickly. “We’ll do it together.”
“Uh, we kinda have to,” you giggled, making him laugh.
“I can’t wait,” he sing-songed through clenched teeth with a grin, stealing a kiss from you. Yoongi backs away from you to check on your sleeping daughter who hasn’t made a peep. He was surprised she had let her eyes shut while she was beside the window, normally she’d be gazing out at the clouds passing by.
Picking your phone up off of your lap, you smile at the angel emoji and click post, letting the notifications flood in like wildfire. This was all brand new. You were allowed to make your Instagram public about a week ago, and since then you’ve reached four million followers, while you used to have forty-six. Silencing the notifications from the app, every photo you’ve ever posted amassed an incredible amount of likes. Your feed was a feast, and the public was hungry.
Four million followers and counting. The number was only going to get bigger.
Watching the photo gain twenty thousand likes whenever you refreshed the page, you nudged Yoongi’s shoulder to show him what was happening, and when he turned his head to look, an unknown number you’ve never seen before popped onto your screen, calling you.
“What the…” you mumbled, narrowing your eyes.
Yoongi snatched the phone from your hand and quickly snapped a photo of the screen with his own, then he silenced yours and went into it, blocking the number who tried to reach you. He called Branson over and showed him the photo, letting the head of security take his phone with him.
“Trace this, or, do something. Tell me who's number this is,” his voice is stern, on alert.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” you said, laying your head down on his shoulder. “People get scam calls all the time.”
“Not us,” he said, tone flat.
Not even ten minutes passed before Branson came back, kneeling on the row of chairs in front of your family. He placed his elbows on the head rests and took a deep breath, darting his eyes back and forth from Yoongi to yours.
“Well?” Yoongi asked. Branson handed him his phone and frowned.
“Uh,” he stumbled over a few words, unsure of how to say what he needed to say. “We, um… The phone number belongs to your mother.” His voice is hushed, quiet, like he was afraid to tell you, when in actuality he was afraid to tell Yoongi. Touchy subject. Especially now.
There had been a restraining order set in place since the day after your daughter's first birthday. Yoongi held the meetings and took care of everything, all you had to do was sign.
Neither one of your parents were allowed to contact you, speak to you or your daughter, or try to see you in person. They were not allowed to mail anything to you, send anyone to see you in place of themselves, nor were they allowed to be in touch with anyone close to you. Sunny included. You had to make a list.
Expecting him to jump out of his seat, you stretch a hand over his lap and grab his other hand, the one on your daughter's back. Sitting up, you turn toward him ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of his expression. It had not faltered. He was stone faced, and you were sick to your stomach.
“Sue her,” he said. Turning to you, he sighed. “We’re changing your number again.”
“D, come on, it’s not like-”
“I don’t care,” he said, peering down to admire his daughter. “She clearly hasn’t gotten the message that you don’t want anything to do with her.” He pointed his focus back to Branson. “Fight it. Do what you can.”
“Got it,” the guard said, and whisked himself away.
It’s quiet for a moment before Yoongi said, “Why are you defending her?”
“I’m not defending her,” you said, and he raised a brow, giving you a funny look. “It’s just… Super annoying to give everyone a new phone number for the third time.” Both your lips turn up into a smile. “Sue the bitch, I don’t care, D.” Yoongi laughs. “Just don’t make me change my number again, I beg of you.”
“Alright,” he said. “No new number. BUT!” His raised volume made your daughter stir. “One more thing happens, you’re changing it.” The little one lifted her head, blinking a few times before she grinned at her father.
“Fine,” you whispered, not that he was paying attention anymore anyway. Your daughter took his full focus, and all of his kisses.
It seemed silly to just now realize that today was something of a confirmation of the last eight years. Living your life, being a secret to millions of others, while you and the people you cared most about knew, was nice, and secure, and peaceful. But, now… Now that everyone knew, the peace grew. It swallowed you whole, engulfing you and your family with stability and ease.
No more accidental reveals. No more false stories. No more rumors the company had to shut down. No more hiding.
You were absolutely free, and for now, that was everything.
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(3) NONCHALANT NANCY — NEYMAR JR
— SUMMARY: the aftermath of the photos being released.
PARINGS: young!neymar x female!reader & young!lucas paqueta x female!reader
“No fair! She’s so lucky! Not only does she get to do a nude photoshoot with him, she’s his dirty mistress!” A high pitched voice coming from quiet the small body that walked towards you, arm linked around another girl who seemed to be totally disinterested.
“Oh please Fatima, he’s not that attractive. I think Ronaldo is much hotter.” The disinterested woman replied, turning her annoyed gaze from the smaller girl wrapped around her arm to you; who’s leg was up in the air parallel to the other that stood on the floor.
“Hi Charolette, Hi Fatima. I assume you guys are talking about me?” You questioned turning your head to face them sending a quick smile there way. They split apart to stand on ether side of you resting their body’s over the edge of the skating rink.
It hadn’t even been a few days since after the photos were released till you were bombarded with paparazzi everywhere you went asking you to confirm or deny any of the rumours floating around. It make your skin crawl just thinking about them.
“Does this mean the rumours online are actually true? You’re leaving your boyfriend for Neymar Junior?”
“Will the long-time internet ship finally set sail?”
“What do you think Lucas Paqueta thinks of all this?”
“Does this mean your reputation & lifestyle as a “citygirl” will end? Or is this another fling?”
“How do you think your long-term frenemy; Bruna will react to this?”
You let out a deep sigh before slowly lowering your leg feeling as if you’ve stretched enough. You walked towards the benches, behind you Charlotte & Fatima tailing you like lost puppies.
“Of course we’re talking about you! Your the talk of the town. Tell us, are you actually cheating on Lucas with.. Neymar?” Fatima scoot her body towards you whispering Neymar’s name like it was some kind of secret.
You looked up from the skates you were tying up to look at both of them seeing the look in their eyes made you sigh once again, you constantly talked about how much you hated Neymar & his stupid ego. You had no idea why they would even think this.
“I don’t like Neymar. At all. I wouldn’t even want to be in the same room as him. Let alone fuck him.” You cleared up the flying rumours returning back to your skate that was left undone.
“So not true! You went to visit him in the hospital! With nobody in the room!” Fatima continued as Charlotte nodded in agreement, you rolled your eyes as you stood up stumbling a bit before turning your body to look at them hands resting on your hips.
“That was much different! Bruna said it was a favour & she’d compensate me! Me & Neymar? Never ever. You do remember when he—!”
“Oh shut up!” Charlotte clasped her hand over your mouth, rolling her eyes as she knew what you were going to say. “We all know he broke your nose, we don’t care! All we wanna know is if you’re messing with Neymar Junior.”
You ripped her hand off your mouth before continuing, “No. Never in a Million years. No.” Once you finished clearing up all the rumours you turning your body towards the gate of the rink & walked towards it.
Just as you got onto the ice you felt Fatima’s hands wrapped themselves around your arm as she begun to skate around the rink pulling you along with her, shortly after charlotte caught up with you. “What about enemies to lovers or whatever? Like, wouldn’t it be kinda hot?”
“No! No Fatima, it would not be hot in any shape or form. No!” You whispered before pulling your arm away skating towards the other side of the rink. You sighed skating around aimlessly enjoying your temporary feeling of completely tranquility.
That tranquillity was was soon disrupted as you bumped into another club member; Vic. You & Vic had a long lasting rivalry ever since she had decided that when you won your first olympic gold medal over her you screwed on of the judges to get a few points ahead of her.
You were both neck n’ neck for first place but you had won by just 2 more points for a reason that was still unknown to this day, you both had fell once during your performance but somehow you still managed to win over her. Not that you were complaining.
“Oh Hey, (Name)! Glad to see you back! It’s nice that you’re honing your skating skills instead of honing blowing skills!”
“Heyy Vic! I’m glad to see you too! It’s be a darn waste if I couldn’t humiliate you at this years olympic games again! And don’t worry, your boyfriend & the judges think my rather blowing skills are; …impeccable!” You smiled at her using a cute & oblivious tone.
You both sent passive aggressive smiles at each other along with offensive comments about literally anything you could conjure up. “Hmm, You’ve gotten wrinkles. Not surprised with how many blowjobs you give a day.”
You grit your teeth before responding, “Have you fixed the bald-spot at the back of your head? Or do I need to make another one Vic?”
“I don’t have a bald spot, Plus you’ve gotten fat.”
“Your sister is fat, why I stole her vogue cover right from under her. Literally.”You snapped back trying hard not to burst out laughing from what you just said, you knew Vic cared a lot about her siblings so you sending that comment her way should’ve hit a spot.
“You fucking bitch—!” She yelled out, just before she could send another insult your way as she placed her fist in the air “threatening” to harm you, your coach came around placing his body between you both.
“Okay girls! Break it up! Another competition is coming up & you both are my stars. I don’t need another incident like before. Go! Now. Before I kick you both out of the rink for today.”
You both grumbled before gliding away to opposite sides of the rink not failing to send secret middle fingers like fucking middle schoolers. The rest of the practice went smoothly until non other than your boyfriend; Lucas Paqueta shows up with a less than pleased look on his face. You knew exactly why too.
Charlotte glided towards spotting the upset Brazilian man as-well. “Why is he here? What did you do?” She whispered into your ear pulling you away by your arm so he wouldn’t see you. This was the only time you we’re grateful for the matching uniform.
“I don’t know! Maybe he’s here because he saw the news.” You replied chewing on your fingernails nervously looking back checking if he’s noticed you. Just as you looked back you locked eyes with his feeling a wave of his unknowing but most likely angry emotion wash over you.
Lucas motioned for you do come over causing you to quickly turn around. “He’s probably going to kill me! Waking up to news of your girlfriend being all over your best-friend makes you want to kill a man! Or woman!”
“Relax you’ll be fine! I’ll watch out incase anything happens! You know Lucas isn’t a physical guy.” Charlotte reasoned as he pulled you body towards the side of the rink where the exit gate was stationed, you sighed thinking about the last few times something like this has happened.
“Yeah, yeah. He doesn’t get physical, but he gets physical you know what I’m saying?” You whispered into her ear causing to her giggle at your explanation, of course she would know seeing as how you both have done it multiple times in the change-rooms, gender neutral bathrooms or virtually anywhere.
“You’ll be okay! It’s not like anyone has ever died from a good dicking down.” Charlotte opened the gate & pushed you onto the spongy yet firm ground right in-front of your boyfriend who was standing right in front of you looking right down at your figure, hands stuffed in his pockets, angry glare resting on his face.
“C’mere we need to talk.” He grabbed your wrist pulling you into the change-room’s locking the door right behind him, as you heard the lock switch you gulped slightly excited but also terrified as to what would happen. Last time somethings like this happened your legs were in such bad shape you couldn’t skate for days.
“We need to talk? Or we need to talk?” You emphasized the last talk as you begun to unzip your define jacket slowly, your zipper could barely go far enough before you were pushed into the wall lightly with Lucas age king quite closely to you barely leaving a gap.
“No we need to talk, talk. Words. How can you do this to me princess? My best friend?” He questioned voice slightly cracking at his last sentence which did nothing but make you feel like an idiot & break your heart slightly all at once.
“Baby listen! It wasn’t on purpose I—!”
“I know I haven’t been around that often but does my absence really push you towards another man?” Lucas continued you rant on blaming himself but also not excusing your actions, as you stood there & took it you looked up at him & couldn’t help but realize how hot he look basically cursing you out in Portuguese.
As you stared at him watching him pace around the room using big hand gestures & authoritative sentences you couldn’t help but pull your zipper down all the way dropping your jacket onto the floor leaving you just in your bra.
Lucas hadn’t noticed it until he turned back to look at you hoping you were at-least sorry for what you had done but was met with you removing your leggings standing half naked in a thong & a bra in the frigid change-room causing your nipples to become erect & sensitive.
“I’m sure you’d like to argue more about how I’m a bad girlfriend but wouldn’t you like it so much more if I… made it up to you?” You walked towards your in awe boyfriend & wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in as he wrapped his large hands around your waist.
“Jump.” He whispered into your ear, as you jumped up legs wrapping around his waist, hands resting on your exposed ass you both kissed each other as if you haven’t seen each other in forever. Tongue was involved & it was indeed messy.
The way he looked when you both pulled away trying to get some air before diving right back in almost made you come in your pants, the heavy breathing, the rough touches all over your body & his tongue easily dominating your own was just to much for you to handle.
You weren’t even aware that your back hit the cold brick of the change room until it did & your bra was on the floor somewhere in the room. “Now this is my kind of talking hmm?” You asked him tilting your head just a bit looking at him innocently.
“Não pense que suas pequenas palavras doces serão capazes de me convencer de que você ainda me merece depois dessa merda.” [Don’t think your sweet little words will be able to convince me you still deserve me after this shit] He smacked your ass hard enough for you to jump slightly at the impact
— “Also, we’re not stopping till i’m convinced you’re sorry for what you did.”
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Somewhere Along the Way - Part 7: Painted
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Pairing: Will Ramos x fem!Reader
Content Warnings: 18+!, smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected (p in v) sex, shower sex, overstimulation, fluff, will getting a little handsy in the back seat of a cab
A/N: Here’s more of this story :) I had this random thot a while ago and I couldn’t think of a better story to write it for than this one. I worked on this for like three months, but got most of it done in the last few weeks. It’s some of my best and worst work. I love this story so much, I don’t think I’ll ever stop writing for it even if it’s technically finished. Anyways, these two are so disgustingly in love, it makes me sick <3.
Word Count: 7.7k
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Will Masterlist
Somewhere Along the Way Masterlist
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Will delicately cupped my face, concern flooding his warm eyes.
I offered a small smile and nodded.
“Promise. It’s just a little nausea.”
His thumbs gently stroked the tops of my cheeks. He didn’t seem convinced as his brows furrowed more.
“Don’t frown so much,” I carefully patted his chest, “The paint is gonna crease.”
Will blinked then sighed heavily, pressing our foreheads together. I wanted to wrap him in a big hug, but I didn’t want to ruin Felix’s hard work. Most of it dried down, but the red on his face was still a little wet. He spent so long painting Will, I’d feel horrible if we messed it up. He did such a great job. From hair to just below the waistband of his underwear was covered in black and red paint. Will looked incredible.
I puckered my lips and Will quickly yet delicately pecked them over and over, lingering a little more every time. He pouted as I started to pull away.
“Why are you denying me kisses?”
“Because I don’t think Felix would appreciate having to redo his paint job.”
He tried to kiss me again, but I took a big step back.
“We’ll have plenty of time to kiss after the photoshoot.”
His playful frown gave way to an equally playful smile.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
I let Will kiss me again, but only twice.
“If you start to feel any worse, tell me and we’ll go back to the rental, okay?” He loosely laced our fingers together, careful not to ruin the paint on his fingers.
“Okay.” I gently squeezed his fingers.
Felix hollered for him. Will hesitated to leave my side until I nodded, sighing before giving me one final peck and joining his friend.
Throughout the photoshoot, Will frequently glanced my way, silently checking in. I gave him a quick smile every time, hoping to reassure him that I was just fine. Eventually his worries eased and he relaxed, much to my and everyone else’s pleasure. He found a nice balance of seriousness and playfulness. Silly faces were shot in my direction while the more stoic expressions were saved for the photographer—except for this one. Will decided this one was especially for me.
He made a show of pointing directly at me, ensuring I had his full undivided attention. I gave him a curious and amused look. A playful glimmer twinkled in his eyes. He extended an arm and curled two fingers, almost like a claw. His other arm bent at the elbow, hand level with his chin. The positioning of his fingers reminded me of the way he sometimes gripped my jaw and neck. I could almost feel his gentle caress on my throat.
Will locked his eyes on me then turned his head with a light tilt of his chin. The intensity in his stare left me rooted in my seat. I held his gaze for as long as I could before I squirmed. Desire stirred in my gut, warming me from inside out. My dress suddenly felt too tight and uncomfortable. No one saw his barely there smirk. It was gone so quick, I almost thought I imagined it.
For the rest of the afternoon, Will decided to make a game of getting me flustered. Frequent heated, sultry looks were shot my way, some captured by the camera, but most were in between shots—reserved specially for me.
I was buzzing by the time the shoot finished. Felix offered his space to Will so he could clean up, but Will declined, using my previous nausea as a cover. Truthfully I’d forgotten all about it. It went away some time ago. Felix insisted on at least paying for our ride back to our rental, an argument that both Will and I lost.
With a promise to swing by again before we flew back home, we piled into the cab. Like clockwork, Will laid his hand on my thigh and started his usual affectionate touches. The rental wasn’t far so the ride wouldn’t be terribly long, but that didn’t stop his hand from wandering. With each handful of skin, he traveled higher and higher, slipping under my dress and silently enjoying the warmth gathering between my legs. I kept my focus on the passing scenery, not wanting to dignify his actions with a response—that was until his pinky brushed against my dampened panties.
I crossed my legs and pressed my thighs together, effectively stopping Will and his inappropriately timed touching. In my periphery, I saw him glance at me with a subtle coy smirk. He tried pulling his hand from my legs, only to realize he could tease me more with the wiggling. The grip I had on him faltered slightly when he pressed his pinky to my center again.
Will took full advantage to maneuver his fingers so they were firmly fixed over my clit. I tried to squeeze my thighs together to halt him, but it only further pressed his fingers more to me. He rotated his wrist, causing his fingers to grind against my clit. I choked back a sigh and tensed my jaw. My cheeks burned.
His free hand slithered across my throat, settling it on the back of my neck. Will turned my head and angled my chin up with his thumb. Eyes full of lustful need saturated me, heightening my own and deepening the crimson hue blazing my face.
“Am I allowed kisses now?” He whispered low enough for just me to hear.
“What—“ he smiled innocently at the crack in my voice, “What about the paint?”
His eyes fell to my lips. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve made a mess of your pretty face.”
I’m certain my face was the same shade as the red on Will’s.
“Please, flower,” my eyes fluttered as he pulled my face closer. His breath fanned over my parted lips. “I’m dying to kiss you. It’s been hours.”
Will looked back to my eyes for a moment, his warm brown irises brimming with pure, unadulterated burning desire. Unable to will myself to speak, all I managed was a dazed nod.
The fierce, urgent kiss I expected didn’t come. Instead, Will captured my lips delicately, his kiss full of tenderness and bountiful love. A master of stealing my breath anyway he could, lightheadedness overtook me. My body felt weightless. I gripped his wrist to keep myself from floating away.
His thumb pressed lightly to my pulse. Any remaining air in my lungs escaped. My last, faint gasp of breath allowed Will to slip his tongue past my teeth. The quiet moan I let out was lost between our lips, adding fuel to a slow but steady building passion. I craved more of his practiced and perfected intimate caress. I craved his lips on my skin, following the trails he carved.
I uncrossed my legs, freeing the hand trapped between my thighs and spread them. I hoped he would take my offering, but he slid his hand away, opting to grasp handful upon handful of my thigh. I reached for his hand and guided it back to my aching core.
Will cupped my heat, then roughly clawed and dug his fingers into the soaked fabric barrier denying us both what we wanted. As he was about to slip past, a voice sliced through the world we created.
“Your destination.” The driver spoke.
Will removed his hand from my legs, but still held my neck firmly. He broke the kiss, breathing labored and breath hot on my mouth.
“Thank you,” He said, though I’m not sure if it was to me or the other person.
I’d barely noticed Will reaching over me for the door until I heard it open. My focus was fixed wholly on him and the aroused, frenzied, expression he wore.
“We have to get out, my love.” He pressed a lingering peck to my lips before he nudged me, finally breaking me free of my spell.
His arm wrapped possessively around me, holding me close to him as his hand tightly gripped my waist and hurriedly walked us to the door. He hastily fumbled for the keys, shoving them into the lock with urgency.
As we crossed the threshold, the tension around us thickened, making me hyper aware of the wetness between my thighs and the electric buzz coursing on my blood. Will let me go to lock the door once more. I swallowed thickly when he faced me, eyes heavy with lust. The red around his mouth was patchy and smeared. A little color lingered on the inner part of his bottom lip. Even with the mess, he still looked great.
Will reached for my jaw, gently pulling me back to him. His thumb mindlessly traced an unmarked path along my jaw to my bottom lip. I could almost see all the salacious and vulgar thoughts running freely behind his eyes. He dipped his head and kissed me just as soft and tenderly as he had in the car—maybe even gentler, but just as captivating and breathtaking.
I leaned in after him when he pulled away. He smiled fondly at my neediness. His hand trailed down my throat and across my shoulder. Will’s fingers brushed away the strap of my dress, continuing to trail them softly down my arm until he found my hand. He intertwined our fingers then took a step back, lightly tugging me along to the bedroom.
He led me straight to the bed, and immediately started discarding his clothes. Lost in a trance, I sat, simply watching him strip. The black paint started flaking, creating gaps and streaks where his tattoos started peaking through. Somehow, it made the look a thousand times hotter. My own thoughts began to run wild as he stepped out of his boxer briefs.
His cock sprang free, precum already making a mess of his tip. Eager to please him, I reached out, but Will softly slapped my hand away. He curled his fingers, gesturing for me to stand. He bunched the bottom of my dress and slowly lifted it up over my head, adding to the heap of clothes at his feet. He unclasped my bra with practiced ease and slipped it down my arms. I waited patiently for him to remove my absolutely drenched panties, but he didn’t.
Instead, he gently pushed me back, causing me to clumsily topple onto the bed. Will blantanfly raked his eyes over my mostly exposed body, scanning every inch of my skin and recommitting it to memory. I spread my legs wide, allowing him a nice view of the oasis waiting for him.
His restraint snapped and he pounced, his lips on mine in an instance and my hands tangled endlessly in his hair. His kiss was desperate, hungry and gluttonous, taking everything I could possibly give. This was the kiss I expected in the car—a sloppy mashing of tongues and clicking teeth.
Heavy panting filled the room. I couldn’t suck in enough air into my lungs. Will attached his mouth to my jaw then bit a harsh path down my neck.
He littered the space between my breasts with hasty kisses, leaving a trail of red paint down my skin. Each firm press of his lips and lick of his tongue on my stomach made me gasp. He left no area of my abdomen unkissed.
“Fuck, I love you so much.” His breath was searing hot, branding the words into my flesh.
“I love you too.” I breathed.
Over and over, from hip to hip, he kissed along the waistband of my panties. His heavy handed groping left behind black paint smudges on my thighs. Red smeared across my chest and everywhere on my stomach, showing me exactly where Will had been. My body and skin were a canvas waiting to be covered and painted by him.
His eyes locked on mine as he moved his mouth to the creases of my thighs. The bites he left were quick and sharp, making me hiss in pleasured pain. He nipped closer and closer to my core. I could feel the heat of his breath through the fabric. He closed his mouth entirely around my clothed cunt, tongue pressing against my confined wetness. An airy gasp escaped me.
Will slid his hands up the sides of my thighs, his touch warm and firm, and slipped them under my waistband. He pulled his mouth away briefly, only to tug at my panties with his teeth. His hands did the majority of the work removing the last piece of clothing between us, his teeth being mostly for show.
He stared intensely at the wet spot, then to my dripping pussy. Settling himself comfortably between my legs, he carelessly tossed the garment aside.
Warm breath fanned over my center. Delicate kisses were placed repeatedly to my lips, like he was trying to savor an appetizer. I arched into him, desperate for him to devour me. The buzzing under my skin and coursing through my veins was starting to make me itch. I felt crazed waiting for him.
“Will, please.” I plead.
He grabbed my thighs and spread them wide. Our eyes locked as he licked a long, slow stripe. His eyes rolled back with a deep, low rumble that penetrated my bones. I gripped a fistful of hair and grinded against him. He went easily with my movements, his tongue collecting my arousal as best he could with my erratic pathing. Try as I might to get where I need, I couldn’t.
“Baby,” Will panted, “I love when you use me, but please.”
He untangled my hand from his hair and threaded his fingers with mine.
“Let me do the work, okay? You just lay there and enjoy yourself.”
Will left his spot briefly to softly peck my lips and gave me a sweet, gentle smile. He kept hold of my hand as he returned to his second home.
“This is my favorite place to be.” He said, splitting his time by covering the sensitive skin of my inner thighs with little bites.
Another guttural groan sounded from him as he closed his mouth, encasing me entirely. He wasted no time drinking me in, lapping greedily like a parched man. His tongue teased my entrance, kitten licking straight from the source before experimentally slipping inside.
I tightened my grasp on his hand, choking out a strained gasp and writhing against his mouth. The sudden sensation of his teeth nipping my clit made me jolt. My retort caught in my throat seeing the kind eyes I loved so much clouded in something feral and dangerous, silently demanding me to stay still.
Will punctuated his warning by loudly sucking my clit. I pulled my lips between my teeth, biting down hard in an attempt to keep myself from squirming. His eyes fell shut as his tongue dipped back to my essence, his free hand splaying over my hip. The warmth of his soft touch seeped into me, kindling the calm burning fire spreading through my blood.
He trailed his fingers down, goosebumps following in their wake. The pad of his thumb glided delicately over my clit. He made no move to apply pressure, simply teased with a featherlight caress. A pleading, whiny moan escaped me. Desperately I wanted to press myself more to him, make him give me what I needed, but I fought the urge.
With heavy lids, I glanced down at him, finding him blissfully lost in passion. His movements stopped for a moment when I reached for his hair to brush it away from his brows. Creases formed in the red paint on his lids and faint smudges were left behind on his forehead from his hair. Sweat started cutting through the black paint on his arms and back, exposing even more of his tattoos. I marveled at the sight, rendering myself speechless at the sudden and overwhelming, all consuming love I had for him.
Mine. My love. My Will. My heart and my soul. Everything.
Will traded his thumb for his tongue, only becoming more relentless in his movements. The hold I had on his hand turned vice-like, my nails digging into his skin. If mine hurt from the grip, I knew his did as well.
“Will,” his name tumbled from lips in a clumsy prayer.
“Yes, flower?” He stopped long enough to respond and immediately went back to flicking his tongue against my clit.
“I—“ A long sigh interrupted my words. He flattened his tongue, firmly pressing it to the swollen bud and lightly shook his head side to side.
His approving hum sent vibrations up my spine. The slightest smirk played on his lips as I struggled to remember what I wanted to say. Something resembling a swear sounded from me. My grip on his hair and hand tightened, earning a low rumbling from Will.
Closer and closer I crept to the edge, seeking something, just a little more to push me over to ecstasy. I called his name again, not recognizing my own voice.
Will replaced his mouth with his thumb as he spoke. “What is it, baby girl?”
Words eluded me again, but only momentarily.
“I need more.”
I didn’t even try to mask the pathetic whine I made when he stopped touching me. Softly, I tugged on our intertwined hands. Will followed easily, slowly shifting to his knees to hover over me. Eyes full of love scanned every inch of my face. So much red was missing around his mouth. I wondered just how much of it was smeared across my own.
The delicate touch of his thumb on my bottom lip broke me out of my thoughts.
“Flower?” He whispered, my arousal heavy on his breath.
I raised my hips, brushing my aching and soaking pussy against his incredibly hard cock. He exhaled a shaky breath.
“I need you. Please.” I reached down and wrapped my hand around his throbbing length, gripping firmly as I pumped him agonizingly slow. “Please.”
Will let go of my hand and joined the other on his dick. He guided his tip to my clit, smearing precum as he circled it slowly then dragged along the slickness coating my folds. I whimpered in anticipation feeling him stop where I craved him most.
“Please, Will.”
“Since you asked so politely,” His lips found mine, followed by the sweetest smile known to man; my heart skipped.
We both watched as Will eased into me, connecting and becoming one with one another. Simultaneous sighs breezed past our lips. His head rested on my chest, his breathing already labored, the heat searing my flesh. I wrapped my arms around him and snaked one set of fingers into his hair while the other ran across the expanse of his back.
My pussy pulsed around his throbbing cock, causing him to groan. Will nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck while pressing our chests flush. His lips covered the sensitive skin in light kisses.
We laid there for what seemed like a lifetime, enjoying the feel and closeness of each other.
Will peeled his face away from my neck and pressed our foreheads together. He licked my bottom lip into a slow, passionate kiss. The taste of me on his tongue made me dizzy.
My moan was lost between our lips as he started thrusting just as slowly as our kiss. I felt every inch of Will, delighted by the fullness and stretch. His body was slick with sweat and so hot against mine. I tenderly raked my nails up and down his back, feeling paint gather underneath them. A shudder spread through him and he broke the kiss with a quiet gasping breath.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” He buried his face in my neck.
“Once or twice.” I chuckled lightly, the sound quickly transforming into a pitchy whimper when he picked up his pace and the tip of his cock brushed against my spot.
Silence fell over us, the only sounds that of our heavy intimate breathing and skin. I arched, desperately seeking more. Will slipped a hand under my knee and pushed my leg back. My pussy clenched as his cock sunk deeper inside, hitting where I needed with a steady rhythm. He sucked wet kisses along my neck, trailing them down to my collarbone, then back again.
Will hooked my leg around him then slipped his hand between our bodies. I tossed my head back, giving him more access to my neck and throat. The rough sensation of his teeth, his quick, purposeful circles on my clit, and his deep, deliberate thrusts created a euphoric blend of intense pleasure.
He crashed our lips together in a messy, desperate kiss. His hips snapped with force and finally I toppled over the edge I’d been seeking. My body trembled under his. I hugged him closer to me for stability and because I wanted to feel all of his weight crushing me. It became increasingly difficult to stay liplocked as he chased after his own release.
I spoke his name like a mantra, repeating it over and over as if I didn’t know any other word. My obscene, pleaing moans shattered his resolve and Will unleashed a grunt so low and profound in my ear, it rattled my brain. His seed spilled endlessly into me. Even after he emptied, he stayed buried, ensuring I received every last drop.
His arms slipped under my back and slowly brought my body to his. He sat back on his knees with me nestled as closely as possible. The shift in position allowed his cock to sink impossibly deeper in my pussy, making me feel fuller than ever.
“Just wanna hold you.” Will mumbled against my breast, placing a kiss right over my heart.
I threaded my fingers through his mess of hair while he ran his hands across every inch of my back, like he was afraid I would evaporate right before his eyes. I desperately wanted to shower, but it would have been cruel of me to deny Will.
How long we stayed tangled together was anyone’s guess. Numbness started to creep into my legs and I could only imagine how asleep Will’s were.
“Baby,” I spoke softly and gently pulled his head back so I could see his face.
My heart ached at the calm, blissed out admiration pouring from his eyes. I smiled sweetly and cupped his jaw.
“As much as I’d love to stay like this forever, we really need to shower.”
His silly pout pulled at my heart more.
“Do we have to?”
I pecked his lips. “Yes. I’m sweaty, sticky, and you got paint all over me.”
He smirked mischievously. “I certainly didn’t hear you complaining.”
Heat spread blazed across my face and Will laughed.
“You’re so pretty all the time, but especially when you’re flustered.”
I tried to wriggle from his grasp but he pulled me closer with a giggle. Still, I wiggled, causing us to fall back in a heap on the bed. Will kissed all over my face, making me erupt in my own fit of giggles.
Once he felt my face had sufficiently been covered in kisses, he peeled away from me, pulling me up with him. Will cupped my jaw and gave me a proper kiss.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Hand in hand, Will walked us to the bathroom. He stopped in front of the mirror and stared at our reflections. Truly, my body had been a canvas for him. Black and red streaked across my chest and stomach, all the way down to my legs. Black streaks highlighted pieces of his hair, mostly likely from the paint on my hands. We shared a glance and burst into laughter.
Fighting back lingering giggles, I rummaged through my things for makeup wipes while Will started the shower and grabbed our matching robes. Red marked everywhere around my mouth and neck, coming off easily with the wipe.
Will rejoined my side, placing a kiss on my cheek and his hands on my hips. He watched intently as I scrubbed off the mess he made on my face. I pulled two wipes and handed them to him. His paint came off less easily and left behind slightly stained skin, especially on his eyes.
His pout melted my heart. I handed him a third wipe when he asked. He managed to wipe a little more residue away, the red lines on his cheeks now not as harsh or noticeable.
Satisfied, he guided us to the waiting steam filled shower. Warmth penetrated my skin, seeping into my muscles and then bones. I sighed heavily, already feeling better. Will let me greedily soak in as much heat as I wanted before squeezing himself under the stream, eyes closed and equally enjoying the comforting warmth.
Trails of red trickled down his face, blending with black. I reached for his shampoo and squeezed some into my palms. Carefully, I stood on my tiptoes so I could lather it through his curls. His eyes shot open.
“What are you doing?”
“Washing your hair?” I replied, just as confused as him.
“You don’t ne—“
I silenced him with a kiss.
“Hush. I want to. Just lean down so it’s easier for me.”
Will stared for a beat then did as I asked. Tenderly, I massaged the shampoo through his locks, gently scratching my nails along his scalp. His entire body visibly relaxed and he quickly turned into putty. I could feel the groan he let out in my fingers.
“That feels so fucking good. You have no idea.” He grabbed my hips and gave them an affectionate squeeze.
I scrunched the suds delicately through the rest of his hair, happy to see the red lifting. Will subconsciously mimicked the movements of my fingers and hands, his own softly kneading the flesh on my hips.
“I’m gonna rinse now,” I said, reaching for the shower head, “Keep your eyes closed, okay?”
The grunt he made caused me to snicker.
Once I was certain the shampoo had thoroughly been rinsed, I meticulously applied conditioner, taking great care with my motions. His hands traveled to my waist when I began rinsing again.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so fucking grateful.” Will professed unexpectedly.
My heart fluttered.
“All I’m doing is washing your hair, Will.”
He grabbed the shower head from me and blinked away the water falling into his eyes as he stood back at full height. Shining, bright happy eyes stared deeply in mine.
“You’re doing so much more than that.” Will kissed my forehead. “You’re spoiling me and I fall more in love every time I see your face.”
Stunned, my mouth hung slightly open. It’s nothing he hasn’t told me before, but his sudden proclamation rendered me speechless.
He pressed another kiss to my forehead then reached for his shampoo. I looked at him confused.
“I can’t be the only one getting spoiled, flower.”
“Yeah, but—“
Will quieted me with a kiss. “I like when you smell like me.”
His hands tenderly worked the shampoo into a nice lather. Eyes falling shut, I sighed contently as he lightly dragged his fingers across my scalp. Faint goosebumps pricked behind my ears and spread to the tops of my shoulders. More trailed down my back, following the cascade of warm water and suds.
I didn’t speak a word, allowing myself to enjoy and soak up his gentle affection. I barely noticed when he finished with my hair until the lavender and thyme scent of my body wash hit my nose. The contrast of the cool gel on my warm skin sent a shiver down to my toes. I made a move for Will’s body wash, but he stopped me.
“Noo,” He whined, “Use yours. It smells good and makes my skin super soft.”
How could I say no to that?
Comfortable silence settled over us, focusing solely on the intimate, soapy caress of hands and sponges. It was incredibly satisfying to watch the paint melt away. Heated, love filled glimpses paired with stolen featherlight kisses and coy smiles. Will spent an eternity running his hands over my breasts, down my stomach and back again. I spent mine tracing the lines of his back tattoo, admiring the intricate details and the warm softness of his skin.
I brushed my lips up his spine, relishing in the shudder that rattled his limbs. I snuck my hands around to his chest, grabbing the shower head from him and switched it to the massage setting. Slowly, my fingers wandered his pecs while I moved the pulsating water stream over his stomach. Will leaned back against me, a quiet gasp escaping him.
He gripped the hand exploring his chest as I moved the shower head lower, following the curves and dips of his v-line. I wished I could see the expression on his face.
Will stopped my wandering hand and brought it to his lips, placing a barely there kiss to my wrist, then to my palm and each of my finger tips. A purposeful and deliberate kiss was placed on the underside of my ring.
Distracted by the loving gesture, Will managed to slip the shower head from my other hand and turn us around. My back was now flush to his chest. He pressed his growing erection against my ass. Shameless he grinded, making sure I could feel him growing with every movement.
“Flower,” Will started, moving the shower head from my shoulders to my chest, “have you ever used one of these on yourself?”
He accentuated his question by slowly sliding his cock between my folds. My head fell into his shoulder as I felt the pulsing water on my nipples. A breath fluttered past my lips.
“I’m not answering that.”
He made an unbothered sound.
“Have you…” his voice trailed off and he eased his way inside me, “thought of me while using one?”
I decided not to answer that either, but he received a response from my pussy clenching anyhow.
“So bold in France,” Will ghosted his lips along my ear. “Begging me to fuck you in public because you couldn’t wait. Nearly making me finger you in the backseat of a cab—“
“You started the car incident.” I reminded him.
“Did I?” I felt his lips curve. “But still, now you’re all shy and can’t even tell me you think of me when you’re fucking yourself.”
His movements with the shower head were deliberate and agonizingly slow down my stomach, much like I’d done to him earlier. I writhed, feeling my sanity crack with him buried and stilled inside my cunt.
“Can you be bold for me again?” He nipped behind my ear then soothed the bite with a kiss. “I like when you're bold. It’s so hot and makes me so hard.”
Will held the shower head to my clit. My body jerked in response, my hand instantly flying to Will’s hair. He groaned loudly as I clawed at the wet locks, unable to control the intense pleasure rippling through my blood. Will started thrusting his hips and I moaned lowly, finding myself momentarily speechless.
“You feel so good, flower.” He panted, his thrusts long and deep.
I hummed.
“Mm, so do you, papi.”
The word fell from my mouth before I could stop it, though it didn’t seem like he hated it with the way his cock throbbed—and he asked for boldness.
“What was that, love?” His tone changed to something deviant, voice dark and full of rasp and gravel.
My skin felt like it was on fire. “I said: so do you, papi.”
He groaned and snaked his free arm between my breasts.
“Careful with that,” Will nipped the skin behind my ear, sending a shiver through my body, “unless you want me to make you mami.”
Will's shift in demeanor paired with the steam filing the shower made me dizzy. A knot quickly formed in my gut as my pussy throbbed in response. He snapped his hips harshly, muttering a swear under his breath. His free hand gripped my jaw and forced my head back. Teeth scraped the side of my neck.
“I’m gonna fill this pussy.” His voice was low and brimming with lust. “Who’s pussy is this?”
“Yours.” I breathed.
Will dug his nails into my jaw.
“Try again, flower.” He growled, biting my neck.
“It’s yours.”
“Try. Again.”
His thrusts grew in power, pounding into me with desperate urgency. The grip he had on the shower head at my clit wavered. He moved the stream of water around the swollen bud and my body jerked in response.
“It’s yours, it’s yours, it’s yours, it’s yours papi. It’s all yours.” I babbled, completely lost to overwhelming pleasure.
I couldn’t stop my incoherent, high pitched nonsense if I tried. My mind went blank. Will’s heavy breaths scorched my skin and I felt lightheaded. Every muscle in my body tensed. I reached for his hand on my jaw and slotted my fingers between his. My eyes rolled back.
A loud, gasping breath burst through my lungs, transforming into obscene, inhuman moans as the knot in my gut unraveled. I’d never cum so intensely and hard in my life. lt tore through my body. All I could do was spasm and convulse. Will pressed the shower head directly on my overstimulated and swollen clit and I choked back a shrill shriek.
“Holy fuck.” His grip on my jaw tightened.
My erotic cries bounced off the shower walls as Will’s thrusts became even more powerful and hard, each one knocking the air out of my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Every nerve under my skin buzzed and tingled. Another climax barreled through me and forced the rest of the air in my lungs out with a feral cry. Tears trickled out of my eyes. I was overwhelmed with ecstasy.
Will’s rhythm staggered. His cock twitched and he unloaded with a pathetic whimper. He dropped the shower head and it crashed against the tiled wall. I sucked in a big gulp of air. His arm wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me close as he filled me, shooting his semen deep. My walls pulsed, eagerly accepting everything he could give.
His lips softly brushed the top of my shoulder. Will released my jaw and wrapped his arm over my chest, embracing and pulling me even closer. I laced our fingers together. He tried to pull out, but I stopped him, enjoying the closeness of our bodies— and to be sure I received every last drop of his seed.
“Not yet,” I pouted, my voice barely loud enough above the sound of the still running water.
Will chuckled lightly, pressing a kiss to my neck and squeezing me tighter. My eyes fluttered shut, wholly satisfied and completely blissed out.
“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot,” Will said, softly trailing his fingers up and down my belly. “I think I would rather take your name when we get married.”
I craned my neck so I could look at him. His eyes were full of love and admiration.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded and pecked my cheek. “You mean more to me than whatever ‘brand’ my name is.”
We stayed locked together long after the water ran cold. It was uncomfortable when Will eventually pulled out. I immediately missed the stretch and fullness of him.
“Also,” he said, spinning me around so we were face to face, “we’re absolutely changing the shower head when we get back home.”
Will settled his hands on my hips then dipped his head, capturing my lips in a soft kiss. I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He squeezed my hips, grabbing handfuls of me until he reached my waist. A small sigh escaped me, allowing Will to slip his tongue between my teeth and immediately falling into their all too familiar dance.
Lost in sensation, I didn’t even notice him walking us back until my back pressed against the cool tile. Goosebumps pricked my skin. Will fumbled a hand around for the shower knobs and turned the shower off. The only sound that filled the bathroom now was dripping water and our heavy breathing.
I moved my arms from his neck and wrapped them around his back. I ran my hands across his damp skin, gently scratching my nails along his spine. Will inhaled a shaky breath and tried to suppress his shudder. He broke the kiss and nuzzled his face into my neck, the subtle touch of his lips and breath warming my skin.
Will slipped his arms behind me and embraced me tighter. I trailed my fingers to his nape, delicately running my nails along the grown out hair on his neck. He melted under my touch. I chuckled lightly at his content groan.
“I love when you do that.” He mumbled while pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
His hands wandered down to my ass, kneading the supple flesh without rhyme or reason. Teeth and lips gently dragged across my collar bone. I arched into him. He hummed, pressing my hips to him. A hand glided over my hip and palmed my throbbing pussy.
Instinctively, I shuffled, spreading my legs for him. I felt him smirked as he nipped a path lower down my chest. Will slipped his fingers between my folds, giving me a sharp bite when he felt the wetness. He softly pinched my swollen clit with his knuckles and rolled the bud between the joints, causing me to gasp.
“Do you think you could give me one more, flower?” Will sprinkled kisses in the valley of my breasts, then trailed them down and across my stomach, sinking to his knees.
He removed his hand from my center and ran his palms up my thighs, thumbs stroking the crease of my thighs. I don’t know if I had enough energy or strength for another round. My limbs felt like jelly and I was barely standing as is. I swear I felt my heartbeat in my clit.
Will made no other moves, simply waiting patiently, his warm brown eyes shining brightly. The way he gazed so heartfelt and lovingly made my head spin. Every cell in my body surged.
“I can try.” I cupped his face. He kissed my palm then grabbed my hand and kissed my ring.
“If it’s too much,” he said, placing my hand on top of his head, my fingers instantly threading in his curls, “pull really hard. Don’t worry about it hurting.”
I gave his scalp an affectionate scratch that swiftly transformed into a tight tug when he sucked my clit in his mouth. His muffled grunt rippled through me. He pressed his tongue firmly against me and I choked a gasp. I could feel my legs start to quiver.
Glancing down, I watched Will, eyes closed and lost in his own world of pleasure. He didn’t need to tell me how much he loved being buried between my thighs. He always did a wonderful job of showing me, making sure I felt every ounce of love he had. If he could make a sustainable meal out of me, he absolutely would.
I bit my lip, a small smile creeping on my lips as my favorite set of brown eyes looked up at me, so full of adoration and utter happiness. My heart swooned. Will flexed his grip on my thighs and I pushed more into his face, humming approvingly. His tongue moved from my clit to my entrance, teasing with little licks. The subtle way his eyes rolled back nearly sent me over the edge.
A low groan rumbled in my chest as he continued prodding and poking, dipping his tongue more and more to collect more of my essence. Tremors began rattling my bones. Will latched into my clit once more and meticulously flicked the overly sensitive and swollen bud. Deep, guttural, almost inhuman sounding moans escaped me.
Head thudding against the wall, my hips bucked and I involuntarily yanked his hair hard enough for him to back off. I saw a thin thread of saliva and arousal connecting us drop on his chin and whined.
Lovedrunk but concerned eyes stared back at me.
“Are you okay? Do I need to stop?”
“No, I just,” I shook my head and inhaled a heavy breath. “Give me a second.”
“You don’t need to keep going on my behalf, flower.” Will reasoned. “Don’t push yourself. You’ve given me plenty.”
He placed a reassuring kiss on my thigh then ran his hands up and down them. A frown formed on his mouth when he noticed my shaking body and heaving chest.
“Baby…”
Will stood and immediately wrapped his arms around me, cradling my trembling figure as close as he could. He pressed his fingers into my shoulders and back, rubbing the tension and spasming muscles until I relaxed.
“Let’s get you ready for bed, yeah?” His voice was soft in my ear, like he was worried he’d shatter me if he spoke any louder.
He cupped my cheek and gently bumped his forehead to mine. I gave him a small nod and managed to croak out a verbal agreement. Soft and sweet, he pecked my lips, leaving a trace of my arousal behind.
Warm hands rested on my hips and guided me carefully out of the shower. Will helped me into my soft, plush bathroom before slipping on his matching one. He returned his hands to my hips and slowly walked towards the vanity. It was then I realized how absolutely overwhelmed and weak I’d become. I nearly toppled over my own two feet. Will was quick to catch me, arms instantly sliding around my front to steady me. If not for his comforting and supportive presence, I would have faceplanted.
When we finally made it to the vanity space, Will helped me up on the counter so I could watch while he messed with his hair. He found it cute and endearing how much I liked to watch him care for his curls. I leaned against the wall, transfixed on him and his focus.
Sometimes I still couldn’t believe he was actually mine, that I get to wake up next to him everyday for the rest of our lives. I get to run my hands through those immaculately wild curls and kiss those soft, cute, pretty pink lips anytime I wanted. I could trace every detail of his tattoos with my fingers and tongue and be the reason he prayed to God.
Will was eternally and forever mine.
“Something on your mind, love?” Will raised his brows curiously.
I gave him a closed lip smile. “Just thinking about how much I love my fiancé and how pretty he is.”
He blinked then lightly chuckled, busying himself again with his hair.
“I haven’t even proposed yet.”
In a dramatic flourish, I held out my hand and wiggled my fingers.
“You practically did, babe.”
Will reached for my outstretched hand and delicately ran the pad of his thumb over my promise ring. He stared at it intently, momentarily lost in his own thoughts, then leaned down, pressing a long, meaningful kiss to the jewelry.
“I’m still giving you a proper proposal when we’re back home.”
His declaration along with his intense gaze warmed my skin.
I certainly wasn’t going to argue with him. While I was perfectly content and happy with the grandiose gesture in Paris, Will never stopped talking about wanting to do it again, but “do it right.” I would’ve married him the very next day after we got together if he asked.
“My answer is still yes.” I replied with a smile.
He kissed each of my knuckles and gave the ring one final touch before lacing his fingers with mine.
“Want me to do your hair?”
I nodded. Will pulled out the vanity stool and gestured dramatically. Giggling, I accepted his help and hopped off the counter. His hands landed on my shoulders as I sat. He kissed the top of my head then reached for my comb and hair dryer. Carefully, he brushed through my damp hair. I watched him through the mirror for a brief moment. My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of the warm air.
Not a word was spoken while he tenderly cared for me, making me feel incredibly appreciated and deeply loved. Will softly threaded his fingers through my freshly dried hair, splaying them across the back of my skull. My head dropped forward and I let out a content groan as he started massaging my scalp and neck.
My voice broke through the comfortable silence. “If you ever decide to stop doing music, I think you’d have a promising future as a masseur.”
Will huffed a light laugh and glanced at me through the mirror, a small smile on his face. I smiled back. He shifted his focus to my hair again, stealing glimpses every so often. My smile never faltered.
I watched him struggle to get the braid he was working on just right. Will restarted three times before he was happy.
“It’s not the greatest,” he said, securing the braid with his hair tie, “but it’s fine for bed I guess.”
I tilted my head back. “You have all the time in the world to practice.”
Will stared for a beat, then leaned down and softly kissed me. His hand delicately touched the side of my neck. Slowly, he slid it to my throat. Warmth and goosebumps followed his path, spreading like wildfire across my skin. He tenderly pressed his fingers to my pulse. My shaky gasp allowed him to slip his tongue between my lips and deepen the kiss, the taste of me now lingering subtly in his mouth.
Absorbed entirely in each other, an eternity seemed to pass before either of us dared to break apart.
“I love you.” His kiss swollen lips brushed against mine.
“I love you too.”
“Not as much as I love you, flower.” Will pressed our lips together again.
That was an argument I let him every time—even if I knew I loved him more.
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Thin Walls - Sebastian Vettel x reader
Sebastian Vettel x female!reader
Requested? Yes/No
Anon: Was wondering if I could put in a request for a Red Bull era Seb fic / oneshot? Maybe something along the lines of working for Red Bull since Seb joined, and the beginning of the 2013 season, Mark Webber finds out that Seb has always had a massive thing for you. Mark then decides to start flirting with you to make Seb jealous. Seb gets back at Mark by enacting Multi-21, and after the race, gets the ultimate payback by getting you to come back to his thin-walled hotel room, which is the room right next to Mark’s. ;)
Word Count: 4.5K
Warnings: Angst, smut 18+++, dom! Seb, swearing (wrap it before you tap it kids)
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Ever since Sebastian Vettel had joined Red Bull you had been working alongside him. Being Red Bull’s main photographer had a lot of benefits including being rather closer with both drivers. You conducted their photoshoots all year round and then followed them like a shadow around the tracks to get the best photos you could. Sure you got on with both boys well but there was always something about Sebastian that made him that little more special, maybe it was because the two of you started your Red Bull journey together or maybe it was because you two could never keep your eyes off one another. Whatever it was Mark Webber sure picked up on it and used it to his advantage.
“You like her,” Mark turned to face Sebastian. The two were sat at a drivers meeting and Mark had caught the German's eyes linger on you just outside the room for a little too long. “Don’t you?”
“Who?” Seb snapped his head back to meet the gaze of his teammate. “y/n? No.”
“I didn’t even mention her name.” Leaning back in his chair he smirked back at Seb. “So you do like her?”
“We’re friends, we get along well, joined at the same time so I do like her -”
“No you don’t just like her like a friend, I’ve seen the way you undress her with your eyes. You’ve got a thing for her.”
“Maybe you should keep out of my business.” He spat.
“Your business? I think it’s our business Vettel, I’ll have her hanging off my arm before this season is over and you’ll just have to watch.” Mark’s smug grin grew. He knew that he was going to piss Seb off, maybe then he’ll actually instigate his feelings towards you rather than just stare at you all day.
Sebastian ignored his words as he waited for the meeting to start. His eyes flickered over to you one last time before you disappeared with a few other Red Bull workers. He couldn't get what Mark said out of his mind he thought maybe after he slept he’d forget about what his teammate had said but he was far from wrong.
Over the next few months, Mark stayed true to his words and did everything in his power to make Sebastian jealous. He would let his touch on your skin linger a little too long after a hug or if he needed to get past he’d no longer ask you he’d just place his hands on your hips and move your body. When everyone had a party after the win he’d make sure to have his hands all over you when you were dancing, even when you tried and pulled away he’d pull you back into his arms and whisper something in your ear to make you forget ever wanting to leave.
Every action Mark went of his way to do pissed Seb off immensely. He wanted nothing more than to rip Mark away from you and show you who could make you feel better than any man ever has and today was no exception.
“Seb!” You caught sight of the driver walking through the paddocks. He turned back to look at you, a wide smile spreading across his face when he saw you. “Nervous for the race?” You asked, walking beside him as he placed his arm around you.
“Never.” It was the Malaysian Grand Prix and Sebastian was starting from pole. “Plan to win this with a decent gap.”
“Very confident Vettel.” You smiled up at him.
“Why shouldn’t I be?” He replied.
“Because Mark is extremely confident that he’s going to win it today.”
Seb rolled his eyes at the mention of Mark, something you’d noticed ever since Seb joined. For the first few weeks, everything seemed fine between them but occasionally you’d pick up on the odd petty argument or the glares the pair of them would give one another. You always put it down to classic teammate rivalry but maybe there was something more.
“What was that for?” You eyed Seb for his reaction to his words.
“What was what for?”
“That eye roll.”
“He just always thinks he can win.”
“I’m no driver but isn’t that the mentality you’re supposed to have?”
“To an extent. He’s just too cocky with it.”
“And you’re not?”
“I’m not as bad as him.”
“Nope.” His eyes met yours as you spoke again. “You’re worse.”
Seb smiled at your teasing as the pair of you continued to walk towards the garages. “Least I’m better than him at something.”
“Well don’t tell him but I think you’re the better driver.”
Sebastian had a smug look on his face after you spoke. “Oh, why not? He always tells me you prefer him so I may as well set him straight.”
“You two better keep your petty arguments in place otherwise it’ll only escalate and I’d rather you not do something stupid on the track and get yourselves both killed.”
“I’ll be fine, can’t promise anything for Mark.” He winked as you reached the Red Bull garage.
“Good luck today Seb.” You sunk into his touch, hugging him. “Please be careful.”
“I will be.” He gave you one last longing gaze before the two of you parted ways. You couldn’t deny that Seb was attractive. His eyes always seemed to make you melt and the light touches he placed on your skin always sent jolts of electricity through your skin.
You headed off to meet your team of photographers, everyone putting on their vests to display that you were a photographer and are allowed to stand by the track for photos. After discussing with your small team where everyone would be stationed for the race you were met with a familiar voice.
“You weren’t going to run off without wishing me luck, were you?” Spinning around you met the cocky gaze of Mark Webber. He held his arms out, silently asking for a hug which you happily complied with.
“I would never.” You hugged him and pulled away rather fast, something Vettel picked up on as he watched you two from afar. “Good luck today.”
“Thank you.” The man grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Think I’ve got this in the bag.”
“We’ll see.”
Sebastian couldn’t help but suppress a laugh when he saw how fast you attempted to leave the conversation compared to him. However, that smile on his face didn’t last long when he watched Webber’s next move. The man snuck his arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest before planting a kiss on your forehead. Mark stepped back and winked your way.
“Meet me when it’s all over, we’ll celebrate my win together.”
The man left you standing alone and rather confused by his words and actions. Sure you had flirted with him before but it was nothing more than that, you’d even flirted with Seb before, many of times in fact and he had never made a move like that before. Maybe Seb was right, maybe he was too cocky.
Seb had watched everything and if he wasn’t pissed off before he certainly was now. With gritted teeth, he glared your way just as he put his helmet on. You caught sight of his reaction but it was too late to say anything to him now. Huffing you plodded off to your station with your camera, waiting for the race to start.
Although Seb was on pole it was Mark who was leading the race. You never showed your bias whilst working for Red Bull but today you really wanted Seb to win, maybe then it would shut Mark up. You didn’t hate Mark but today it was clear why he spent those months flirting with you, it was just a childish game and a game he took too far. You didn’t like Mark like that so you certainly weren’t upset about that, it was more his endless teasing towards Seb that annoyed you.
You always listened to the commentary whilst you were taking photos and right now Christian was calm, both drivers were in P1 and P2 so things were going well until Sebastian started gaining and got closer to his teammate.
“Hold station behind Webber.” You could hear what was being said at the pit wall and you knew Sebastian wasn’t going to comply with those requests.
“Don’t be stupid Seb.” You muttered as you worked, your heart in your throat as you watched the two Red Bulls.
With thirteen laps to go Seb was close enough to attack Mark despite being told to lay off.
“This is silly Seb, come on.” You heard the familiar sound of Christian Horner.
“Yep, that’s good teamwork!” Mark spat into the radio, clearly pissed as Sebastian continued his attack.
“Ok Mark he was told, he was told!”
Time ran slowly as the two battled it out and eventually Sebastian got past. A sigh of relief left your lips knowing that the two weren’t stupid enough to cause a crash.
“Sebastian!” The Pit wall could be heard yelling at the German.
“I was really scared, main straight all of a sudden he was moving and I had to leave the line. To repeat, I had to get over the line.” Mark complained which earnt him an eye roll from you.
“Grow up Mark this is motor racing, not ballet…” Your words gained a few laughs from your colleagues.
Ethan one of your colleagues spoke as you focused back on your work. “It’s clear you have a favourite.”
“Maybe after tonight, I will.” You muttered back.
Sebastian went on to win the race much to your delight. “Good job Sebastian. Good job, it looked like you wanted it bad enough. Still… there will be some explaining to do.” Suddenly the pit wall was full of praise, only pissing you off even more as you got the green light to head back to the garages now the track was clear.
“Look a bit stressed there Horner!” You called out to Christain as you discarded your vest and joined the rest of the team.
“Those two are going to give me a heart attack.” He huffed. “Idiots.”
“You have to admit, Seb was faster.”
“He needs to listen to team orders -”
“And the team needs to listen to him. If he’s faster, which he was, and he gains enough speed that he can overtake his teammate and create a gap, which he also did then he should be given that opportunity to do so.”
“But he also needs to learn we work as a team.”
“And the team needs to learn how to spot their faster drivers.” You hit back, a taken-back yet impressed look on Christian's face appeared.
“You ever thought of working on the pit wall?”
“I’m better at capturing the moments rather than ordering that they happen but,” You smirked. “Maybe if the team keeps making mistakes I might have to step in.”
“I’ll keep that in mind y/l/n.”
Your eyes were now focused on the TV screen before you. You watched as Mark snapped at Sebastian but he paid him no mind, for now anyway. On the podium, the two of them shared some sharp words as they stormed off to complete their interviews. You and the rest of the team were waiting for them both. Mark immediately walked over to you, his eyes filled with fury.
“He’s such a twat -”
“He was faster.” You mumbled in reply to the man as he tried to steer you away from the team.
“Faster than me? Only because he pushed me off the track!”
“I got ahead didn’t I?” Sebastian joined in.
“Leave it out you two,” Christian interjected. “Go and do your interviews and we will speak about this later.” Mark knew better than to argue, unlike Seb. The man turned on his heel and headed off to find the press, you attempted to turn away too but Seb grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest.
“Meet me outside my hotel room. It’s number thirty-eight.” His eyes searched yours for an answer. “Please y/n -”
“Hurry up with your interviews then.” You cut him off, looking up into his eyes before your hand landed on his chest. You looked down at your hand then back up at him. “They’re going to kill you for what happened -”
“I don’t care.”
“You should Seb, you know what this sport is like.”
“Think I’ll be fine.” His cocky grin came onto his face. “I won’t be long, I promise.”
“Don’t fuck up more than you already have.” You gave him a slight smile before turning on your heel and heading towards the hotel.
Mark had watched everything happen. His eyes darted to Christian and the rest of the team before looking back at you. Everyone was fairly distracted giving him the chance to break away and follow after you.
“So what you fancy Vettel now?” Mark yelled, catching your attention.
“Fuck off and go back to your interviews, Mark.” You turned your head to look at him. “I couldn't care less for yours and Seb’s drama.”
Mark had always wanted to piss Seb off and using you was the perfect way to get what he wanted but not like this. Mark just wanted to piss him off to the point where maybe Seb would make a move and he would attempt to get you on his side and Mark would use his charm to win you back but evidently, it had backfired.
To Mark, Sebastian had taken it too far by bringing it onto the track. Mark never liked to lose, especially to his teammate who rather embarrassed him out there and now you were turning on him. He felt humiliated and wanted nothing more than to have you in his bed to prove Sebastian who really was the number one driver at Red Bull.
“Drama? The bloke nearly killed me -”
“Killed you? He didn’t even make contact.” You eyed him. “Besides if you’re as talented as you say you are then surely you could have overtaken him again, right?” He didn’t say anything. “The faster driver one Mark, let it go.”
“Why him all of a sudden?”
“If it was the other way around I’d defend you, doesn’t take a genius to work that out.” You left him to watch you walk off towards the hotel, ignoring his shouts for you to come back.
Seb was right in saying that he wouldn’t be long at the interviews. You’d sat in the hotel reception and watch him being interviewed. His tone had evidently changed when he met the press, probably because he knew Christian wouldn’t let this die easily and didn’t fancy being dragged through the dirt by the reporters. He dragged you to his hotel room when he caught sight of you in the reception and shut the door behind you.
“That was dumb.” You spoke to him as you leaned against the wall whilst he sat at the end of his bed.
“What was?”
“You out there. I agree with you Seb but that could have gone wrong.”
“But it didn’t.”
“But it could have gone wrong,” Seb smirked at the sudden sound of the door of the room beside him slamming shut, more specifically Mark’s room. An idea sprung in his mind as he stalked towards you.
“Maybe you’re right but,” He planted both hands beside your head, looking down at you. “Sometimes you need to take a risk.”
He ducked his head forward, capturing his lips in yours. One hand that was on the wall came down and planted itself on your hips, he added pressure on your skin lightly, a silent signal that you weren’t going anywhere. Your hands trailed up his race suit, tugging on the material slightly as you kissed him back.
The kiss was rough and full of lust and those emotions only grew as he pushed his hips against yours. One of your hands ran up to his hair, tugging on the ends which pulled him deeper into the kiss. He smirked at your neediness as his hips started to grind against yours. Pulling away from the kiss you looked up at him as he breathlessly met your gaze with a smirk.
“What’s that look for?” Your voice was faint.
“You’re so needy…” He moved his head down to place light kisses on your neck, the sensation making you throw your head back against the wall. “All for me…”
“Seb…” You gasped as he bit down on your skin, tugging as his hands lingered at the end of your shirt.
“Can I?” He met your gaze again as he tugged on your shirt, waiting for permission to go further.
“Yes…” He didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he pulled your shirt up and over your head, discarding your Red Bull uniform on his hotel floor.
“Fuck…” He groaned at the sight of you before him. His hands went straight to your bra, tugging on the lacey material as he started to kiss and nip at your skin. One hand went to your back and unclasped your bra.
“Did you do that with one hand?” You asked as the material fell to the ground.
“Driving isn’t the only thing I’m good at.” His lips met yours again whilst his hands cupped your boobs. He let his fingers play with each nipple before letting his mouth fall and latch onto each one. Sebastian took his time savouring every inch of your skin, smiling to himself at how your body reacted to his touch.
“So beautiful…” He sunk down to his knees before looking up at you, a silent plea for permission. You didn't answer him with words, only actions as you unbuttoned your jeans and allowed Seb to help you out of them before he threw them alongside your shirt.
Running his hands up your thighs he savoured every inch of skin he could see. “Stunning…” He kissed up your thighs, slowly reaching your underwear.
“Seb…”
“Hmm?”
“Stop teasing…”
He let out a light chuckle before looking up at you. “Why?” He kissed you through the thin material of your underwear. “Can you not handle it?”
“More like you won’t be able to handle it…”
“You’re the one complaining.”
“Oh shut up…” You threw your head back as he took your underwear in his teeth and started to drag them down your thighs before they fell to the floor, leaving you naked before him whilst he was still dressed in his race suit.
Sebastian continued to place light kisses and nipped at your skin around where you needed him the most. You whined at his advances, trying your part your legs but his large hands kept them in place. “What’s wrong meine Liebe?” He asked innocently.
“I need you…”
“Do you now?” He nipped at your skin again, earning him a gasp from you.
“Yes…”
“Where?”
“You know where…”
“Do I?”
“Stop being s dick!” You whined at his teasing. If he hadn’t been waiting to have you like this for what felt like decades then he would have continued his teasing but not even he could hold back from you.
“What about here.” Before you could reply Seb spread your legs with just his hands before letting his tongue explore your pussy. The sudden sensation made you moan louder than you had indented to but that didn’t bother the German. He knew Mark was in his room next door and he also knew the walls were paper thin meaning Mark would be able to hear everything.
“Fuck Seb…” You moaned as his mouth attached itself to your clit, sucking and letting his tongue run over the bud before one hand grabbed the back of your thigh and threw it over his shoulder. The same hand steadied you whilst the other started to tease your entrance. “Seb please…”
“Please what?” He hummed against your clit. “Use your words…”
“Fuck me please!” You couldn’t take his teasing for much longer. Sebastian let his finger slide inside of you, working at a steady pace, pumping in and out of you whilst his mouth worked at your clit. You could feel your body tense up at his movements, the feeling of an orgasm slowly approaching you.
“Seb…”
“Yes?” He quickened his pace with every word he spoke.
“I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah?” He taunted as he hummed against your clit, only adding more pleasure. “Then scream my name when you cum, I want the whole building to know who can make you feel this good.”
“Yes, fuck!” You threw your head back once more, your hands going to his hair and encouraging his actions.
“Who makes you feel this good?” He moaned around your clit, the vibrations making your high wash over you.
“You do Sebastian, fuck… you… only you…”
Your hips bucked up into his mouth as came but Seb didn't stop, he let his fingers continue to fuck you and allowed his mouth to overstimulate you. Your legs began to shake as you came down but the feeling that Seb had used to make you cum was still going.
“Seb, please… I can’t…” Your hands pulled his mouth away from your clit.
“You can…” He set your leg down, slowly rising up as his fingers went to his mouth, tasting you one last time. “But this time I want to feel you cum around me.” He pulled you to the bed, lightly pushing you onto the soft mattress as he discarded his race suit. He was literally sculpted by the gods themselves.
“You’re staring.” He grinned as he climbed onto the bed, moving your legs apart once again.
“Rather hard not to when you keep all of that hidden under your suit.”
“Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll see more of it then.” He leaned down and took your lips into his again, this time the kiss was sweeter and full of passion with hints of lust as he deepened it. As he continued to kiss you he lined himself up with your entrance. Seb slowly slid himself inside of you, his size filling you up as you broke the kiss, a moan falling from your lips as you gripped the sheets.
Seb stayed stationary inside of you for a few seconds, placing a light kiss on your forehead, waiting for you to confirm that he was okay to move. You nodded against his lips, allowing to pull out entirely before sliding himself back in. He kept his movements slow for now, allowing you to get used to his size.
He took your wrists into his hands, pinning them above your head as he towered over you. The new position allowed him to pick up his pace, quickening his thrusts and adding more pleasure to the pair of you.
“You feel so good…” He groaned as he fucked you harder, pushing you deeper into the mattress with every thrust. Seb then moved your wrists into one hand before letting the other fall to the headboard of the bed, he pushed the wooden frame back so it hit the wall with every thrust. He knew Mark would hear it accompanied by your moans and work out who the real winner of the day was.
“Fuck…” You tried to free yourself from his grasp, desperately wanting to touch him as he went deeper. You let your moans fill the hair as he kept up a fast pace, fucking you in a way you’d never been fucked before.
“Such a good girl for me, moaning so loud for me…” He eventually let go of your wrists and used his now free hand to play with your clit, adding to your pleasure as he went faster, banging on the wall even louder.
“God you feel so good.” You moaned, raking your nails down his back, guaranteed to leave marks that wouldn’t easily fade.
“So do you…” Seb slammed into you harder this time, your hips meeting as he felt your body tense up underneath him. He knew you wouldn’t last long after earlier and neither would he, he’d been waiting too long for this. “Fuck…”
He kept up the pace, the sensation of your nails digging into his skin wasn’t helping him hold back. He leant his head down to your ear, trailing kisses along your neck before speaking. “Are you going to cum for me? Hmm? You going to cum all over my cock?”
“Yes, Seb…”
“Yeah? Say my name when you cum, say it louder this time…”
“Fuck…” His cockiness just made you even wetter. “Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please let me cum…”
“Asking for permission now?” He felt himself twitch inside of you as you tightened around him. “Learning already, good girl…” His rhythm slowed. “Cum love…” You didn’t need to be told twice. Your high washed over you, his name and profanities falling from your lips as you screamed with pleasure.
“Seb… Sebastian, please… I’m gonna… fuck…”
The sound of his name falling from your lips whilst you squirmed around him was enough to make him cum. He fucked you through his high, cumming inside of you. He didn’t pull out immediately, he waited until you both had come down before resting his forehead against yours. With a sweet kiss, he slowly pulled out and threw himself down beside you, catching his breath.
Glancing over at you he held his arms open, allowing you to move and lay against his chest whilst his arms wrapped around you. He smoothed down your hair, praising you as he took in your flustered state.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“I’m fine.” Your eyes met his, a smile tugging on your lips. “Are you?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You know if this is what you’re like when you don’t follow the rules then I encourage you to break them more often.” Seb chuckled at your words, a small kiss found its way to the top of your head.
“Just for you.”
“Better be.” You smiled with him. “You think anyone heard?”
“Mark did.” Seb’s eyes glanced at the wall behind you.
“That’s his room?”
“It is…”
“You little shit, no wonder why you wanted me to say your name -”
“I would have wanted to hear it anyway, it sounds so pretty coming from your lips.”
“Fuck you, Vettel.” You grinned at what he’d planned.
“You just did.”
Mark Webber retired that season. Maybe it was because he and Seb never got on as they used to after that race, or maybe it was because he had to endure you and his teammate fucking after his painful loss, who knows?
One thing you did know was that wasn’t the last time Mark had to hear you and Sebastian fuck.
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‘ famous model f!reader x hobie brown —
errr this is literally just a babble session of my messy thoughts and scenarios 🤷♀️ !! don’t take it out on me if i mess up a lil lolz.
‘ this SFW fluff-ish fic takes place in earth-138 (hobie’s universe), and y/n is a famous female model.
— cws :: some fluff (????), mentions of drinking, i cannot write british people or how they talk 4 shit lol, + not proof read!!
you were a famous model — strutting down runways, posing in campaigns and photoshoots and whatever imagery you could get your hands on. people often praised you for your creative posing to compliment your out-of-this-world beauty.
you weren’t all that talkative, and often said no to interviews where they requested you speak about real world problems or other, such as upcoming shows and brands you would work with.
a model like you was different from everyone else. your lips, your nose, and god, those captivating eyes. someone like hobie would notice that something was up with you.
you happened to stumble into one of his concerts, a broken down warehouse in the city. and luckily enough, paparazzi didn’t track you down and take photos of you like you were some sort of animal in a zoo.
a girl like you didn’t fit in there. sure, you were wearing darker colors, but you noticed that people recognized you a little, their eyes lingering around yours. you didn’t dare stare back at anyone, and made your main mission to get to the bar, grab a drink, and enjoy the concert.
your hands held the cold drink as you stood in the back, eyes darting around the stage. the band seems to be a little late, you thought. you hummed to yourself, waiting for a sign that the show would start.
as the show began, your eyes seemed to gravitate towards the guitarist. you weren’t sure of his name, yet, but the way his slender fingers strummed the guitar’s strings seemed to draw you in. attention to detail peaked your interest.
your back leaned against the wall, sipping some more of your drink. your eyes gazed around the crowd, seeming to enjoy the music, then looking back at the guitarist — who was seemingly .. looking at you.
your body tensed up a little at the sight of his eyes piercing into yours. dark eyes, almost like a void you could get lost in — which you would enjoy getting lost in, of course. a couple thoughts clouded your mind, thinking about scenarios or ideas that could happen after this concert.
besides that, his eyes seemed to linger and grasp onto your face, studying it even if you were so far away. you kept eye contact with him, which was extremely hard, before he looked away into the crowd.
with a final bang, the set ended.
you grabbed your bag, a sample one you had gotten from a friend at a runway show recently. you rummaged through for your mirror and a lipstick, and started to apply it gently against your soft lips.
a silhouette emerged from beyond the mirror, and your eyes drifted to the side to see. it was the guitarist from the band. your posture instantly straightened as your back left the wall, a soft, yet nervous, smile plastering your face.
he had pretty wicks. a gorgeous face, majestic, even. a defined jaw, one that was so sharp that you couldn’t look away from his face. plump and puffy lips, so kissable. deep eyes, captivating just like yours. was he a model too? he was so tall, even someone as model-height as you had to stare up at him.
his lips opened, starting up a conversation before you could get even more lost studying his facial features.
“you’re that model right?” his voice was calming, despite his thick accent. “just had to say hi, couldn’t look away for a bit.” he sniffed, his slim hand ending up on the back of his neck as he rubbed it — almost as if he was getting nervous.
you paused for a little, before snapping back to reality. “yeah. y/n l/n. you?” a simple greeting should do it, you thought to yourself. you adjusted your coat slightly, due to the fact it was almost falling off your shoulder.
his eyes took a fleeting glimpse at your bare shoulder before returning to your eyes, responding shortly. “hobie brown. nice to meet cha’.” a soft smile raised on his face, the ends of his lips curling up as he almost grinned at you.
you nodded, then babbling on about how you enjoyed his show, his dedication and how intricately he’d play. you were shocked at how kind and soft he was, considering his musical sound was a little more on the rough side.
the whole time you went on and on about your enjoyment and thoughts about the concert, his eyes constantly stared at your lips. longing thoughts, and some sort of sudden need to kiss you, as his eyes narrowed further to look at your collarbones, then back to your lips. seemed like your soft lipstick-coated lips were more captivating to him. or pleasing.
he snapped out of reality as you asked him a question, a soft giggle escaping your lips — which he was staring at — while you squeezed your eyes shut into the laughter. a small smirk raised on his face to hold his laughter and giggles back, his head only being fogged with visions and replays of you smiling.
he placed a hand on your shoulder, his body practically towering over yours as he walked on your side. he guided you out the venue, muttering a small question to you about “grabbing dinner” or plans that he wanted to do.
before you could ask him to repeat what you said, due to the fact you could barely hear him, a crowd of paparazzi and people swarmed outside the venue.
white flashes of light screamed in your face as you tugged a little on hobie, your hands instantly grasping onto his arms. he held you a little tight, his body tensing up at the photography — but mainly the physical touch between you two.
you were quite used to the paparazzi by now, but not like this. you completely forgot about your whole career and status considering those tense moments you had with hobie were so slow. you thought they didn’t follow you here.
you tilted your head downwards to avoid being flashed and photographed and absolutely SWARMED by all these people, and the world seemed to stop for just a moment as hobie spoke in your ear.
“why don’t we get out of here?” his warm breath grazed against your ear, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on their own as your head turned to stare at him.
you nodded slowly, and without a second passing, he grasped onto your waist, bringing you elsewhere.
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SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME - GERRI (Very Good Girls) X F!READER
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Summary: this is a request from my freeen @imnotasuperhero 🐝
We talked about this fic with the recent photos of Lizzie at the Academy Awards, I've been working on it. She's a goddess.
Wanda rests today, today it's Gerri's turn. If you didn't see the movie 'Very Good Girls', well, you'll be spoiled for a bit.
I was listening to 'Wildest dreams' a lot too.
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The flashes were getting more constant.
And even though she was used to it, Gerri blinked so it wouldn't make her dizzy.
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She hardly remembered how life was like without being recognized in each place she visited, just being 'Gerri', the girl full of dreams and an overwhelming innocence.
The blonde remembered her dad, who surely would have been so proud, cheering in some corner of the room ‘that's my daughter!’. Or telling random stories to her friends or even to journalists.
Oh, how much she would give to hear those stories again. To see him again.
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Gerri lowered her gaze, allowing the photographers to take that perfect side of her face. With soft makeup, her blond hair tied up and an elegant black dress, she posed for each of the photographers at that event.
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“Gerri, please, here!”
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“Gerri, you look beautiful!” One of the photographers rushed to take many shots of her. “Do you think your song is the winner? Your role in the film was exceptional!”
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“Thank you.” The blonde whispered smiling, trying to look good. Although filming and recording of the song eaten up almost an entire year of her life, where she had barely been able to see her mom or her best friends. At least it was worth it.
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The actress decided to go on her way with her ‘date’ when she heard a female voice call her. A voice she hadn't heard in a long time.
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“Gerri, could you pose one more time for a friend?”
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For a friend.
Gerri turned quickly to see her there, among the photographers, Y/N was holding a camera and showed the most adorable smile.
She changed, of course, many years have passed since they last spoke. Gerri was a girl who played the guitar in random coffee shops or bars, looking to be heard by a good producer. And Y/N… well.
Now she looked grown up, even though she was still looking good as always.
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After so long, that smile was still as charming as ever.
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“Y/N…” She gasped. “What are you doing here?”
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“Working, of course.” Y/N joked. “Vanity Fair this time. Would you pose for me, Ms. Fields?”
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“Of course.” It was all she could say, those green eyes shone with excitement when she saw her again. Y/N.
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Y/N took advantage of the seconds she had and took many shots in different ways, this time all the pictures came out with a sincere smile and not a fake one for the cameras.
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“They’re definitely the best. Don't you think?” Y/N told her showing the result on the screen. And though she'd had many photoshoots taken in her career, Gerri hadn't seen prettier photos than this one. Like I could get to know her through photography, it was wonderful.
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Surprised and happy, Gerri nodded. “They are beautiful, thank you.”
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“You’re welcome.” Y/N nodded, they both looked into each other's eyes for a moment, not knowing what to say. To be honest, the look said it all.
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“Gerri, we have to keep going.” The man brought her out of that daydream. She finally remembered that they should go to their respective seats to witness the awards.
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“Wishing you hold that gold, and all the joy your heart can hold tonight. Take care, G.” The brunette winked at her, turned to walk away and take some pictures of the next star to hit the carpet.
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“Y-Yeah, you too.” Gerri stammered as she watched her walk away and whispered: “It was good to see you.”
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Ten years ago…
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The sound of a ‘click’ made Gerri look up, once again her friend took advantage and shoot. Y/N loved catching her distracted.
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“You don't get tired of doing that, don’t you?” The girl shook her head, trying to remember the right chords of that song.
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“Never.” Y/N closed one eye to capture the moment but stopped, Gerri was giving her the middle finger. Smiling mischievously, Y/N snapped the photo anyway.
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“I must admit that I love your pictures, you capture something different in them.”
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“I know.” The brunette left the camera in her bag and watched how her friend closed her green eyes, settling fingers on the strings.
And those long fingers danced caressing the strings, the brunette clung to the instrument as if it were a life preserver. And it was, to be honest, it was. But she didn't know yet.
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‘Still hurts… Answer me, even if it hurts, tell me why… You knew all along what I never wanted to say'.
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Gerri sang softly, lovingly -sometimes clumsily- playing those chords.
And that made Y/N smile, the lessons she'd given her were working. Gerri was learning new chords from her, although she seemed to start flying alone and that made Y/N feel so proud.
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“That's all I have for now.” Gerri bit her lower lip, setting the guitar aside. “What do you think?”
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“I think it's great, it's… looking really good on you. I love your voice... ” Y/N felt her heart pound as she realized that her words made Gerri smile. For the first time someone recognized her, Y/N didn't claim that she was doing something wrong or something bad, she was never mean to her. She was someone who just enjoyed her. That was always Y/N to her.
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“I'm proud of you, G. You've come a long way.”
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“I couldn't have done it without you.” Gerri smiled tenderly at her. After all, Y/N was one of her friends.
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Although her best friend was Lilly, Y/N had always been by her side. They met when Y/N's parents moved next to them, they were just ten years old and from there, they always visited each other.
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“So…” Y/N leaned back in her seat. “How do you feel? Are you excited? You’re going to play at the bar soon.”
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“Nervous, yes.” The green-eyed girl bit her lower lip, her eyes twinkling at the possibility of success. “But I'm excited to do it.”
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Y/N watched her with devotion. “I'll be there to see you succeed.”
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Gerri nodded as they shared some snacks.
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“That's what I wanted to tell you...” A mischievous look lit up the girl's face. “Guess who's going to see me at the bar too?”
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Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Lilly?”
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“No, you dummy… David!” Gerri squealed with excitement, a lovesick teenager. Disappointment kicked hard into Y/N's chest.
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“Oh.” Is that all she could say? Really wanted to fake more emotion but it was impossible. She was trying so hard.
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A boy she met on the beach with Lilly, apparently he was selling ice cream and she was a bit grumpy. An asshole. But according to Gerri, ‘David’ was the living image of manly perfection. Blonde, tall, blue eyes.
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Ugh.
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“I see you’re… excited about him.” The dark-haired girl cleared her throat. “How's everything with David? have you been talking?”
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Gerri rolled her eyes. “He's so nice, so tall, handsome as hell. A little taller than you I think! And you know what?! He's a photographer too!”
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The illusion could be seen not only in those green eyes and expressions, but also in her voice. Y/N felt pure envy.
She hated having to feel bummed out by her friend's happiness.
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“Wow, I think we have something in common.” Y/N smiled through the pain. It definitely wasn't the only thing they had in common, right?
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“He knows so much, so much knowledge, the kind that leaves you completely dumbfounded, I swear to you. You'll love him.”
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“I think so.” Y/N hesitated for a moment whether to continue with her questions or not. “How interested is he? Has he… done anything?”
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Gerri frowned, confused. “What are you talking about?”
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“I mean... you look so excited about him.” Y/N repeated again, swallowing. She definitely fell into a deep hole.
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“Yes, you already said that.” Gerri didn't seem any less annoyed. “What I don't understand is what you mean by that.”
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“What I mean is…” Y/N stammered nervously, licking her lips. “I see the illusion in your eyes, you’re always talking about him. When you tell me that you are the one who always calls him, looking for him at the beach, asking him out, but…”
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Y/N took a moment before keep going, she didn't want to hurt her friend. But what the hell, right? She must be honest.
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“Has he been looking for you? Has he called you? You've never told me anything about that.”
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Noticeably uncomfortable, Gerri pressed her lips together.
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“I don't understand what it has to do with it. Why does he have to? I- I think that's a very 'macho' way of looking at it, Y/N. Why does it have to be the man who always leads the relationship?”
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“Relationship? That's what you have?”
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“What kind of feminist are you?”
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“Gerri, for God's sake. That's not what I mean! It’s not about sexism and- Damn, I'm the most feminist woman you've ever met! But tell me the truth, has he shown interest in you? Is going to see you at the bar as a date or is it an invitation to hang out?”
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“Fuck you, Y/N.” The girl yelled angrily getting up from her seat. “You're just jealous because I have a date, and you're not. You're not dating anyone!”
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“Why would I be jealous? Of that?! I don't even like guys! You're just making a fool of yourself!”
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“Then why the fuck are you bothering me?! Why the hell do you care if he searches for me or not?!”
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“Cause I'm tired of hearing about him!” Y/N finally exploded, rising to face her. “Because you deserve better! You deserve someone to be in love with you.”
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She laughed wryly. “That's stupid!”
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"Of course it isn't!"
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“Why do you hate him so much? You don't even know him!”
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“Gerri, shut up. It’s not about him! It’s why the fuck you think he deserves you.” Y/N released with all sincerity in her chest. Finally.
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Gerri was speechless.
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“You deserve to be called, to be heard, to be crazy about you so damn much just to go see you in that damn bar and see you succeed. Don’t you dare settle for ‘fine’! For 'he's hot as fuck', come on!”
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Those green eyes filled with tears, and Y/N's voice trembled for a moment.
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Y/N inhaled deeply, she was going to say it. She was going to finally speak. “You deserve someone who makes you feel like you've been struck by fucking lightning.”
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Gerri's lips parted, all this surprised her as if shewas hit by a derailed train.
The love and devotion in Y/N eyes, was something she never considered. Oh, she now she understood so many things.
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“You deserve everything in this life, G.”
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“Y/N… you-”
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“Yeah, I’m- Umh, kinda bit crazy about you? Yeah.”
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Y/N swallowed and played with her fingers waiting for an answer, but the moment didn't get any less awkward. The crickets sound was the answer she needed.
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“I'm sorry.” Sad at having to hurt Y/N like that and also confused, Gerry took a deep breath. “I don't- I can’t see you that way, you're… you're my... You're Y/N. My best friend.”
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“No, that’s Lilly.” She laughed sadly. “I'm just your friend, but I don't see you like that.”
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“I'm sorry.” Gerri looked down and played with her many rings. “I don't want… I don't want to hurt you, Y/N. I'm… I really like David, and I can't stop thinking about him. And I think he’s into me.”
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“It’s okay.” Y/N nodded, she knew very well that this would be Gerri’s answer. She had never expected this to turn out well. “I know that.”
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There was silence for a moment, but if you paid attention you could hear Y/N's heart break. The sound of a car brought both of them back to reality.
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“Are we okay?”
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Yes? No?
Silence.
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“I’ve to go now.” Y/N took a few steps back, grabbing her camera bag.
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“Yeah, I think so.” Gerri watched her friend walk away, and for some reason she felt something leave with Y/N. She was quick to say: “I'll see you on Saturday? At the bar?”
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“Of course…” Y/N nodded as she walked down the front steps of the house. She was about to come into her house but stopped, turning around for a moment.
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“Gerri?”
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“Yes?”
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“May the most you wish for, be the least you get. May you always have laughter to cheer you, those you love near you, and all your heart might desire.” She smiled at her a little sadly for the last time. “Remember this… I know you will do amazing and you will be famous someday.”
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And with those last words, she entered her house with a decision on her mind.
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Since that night, Y/N never called her again or even sent her a message. And even if Gerri wanted to look for her, Y/N just left her parents' house without even saying goodbye to her.
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‘So what? Gerri was very busy with her boy anyway’ Y/N thought.
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Gerri didn't need her, Y/N was just good for listening.
Gerri always had Lilly and the blonde would never leave her, Y/N was sure that ‘G’ would never be alone.
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But Y/N never found out that Gerri had been set up by Lilly, sleeping with David ever since they met. They were best friends in love with the same boy. Apparently Lilly and David were in a relationship and they never told Gerri, even if she begged for the boy's attention.
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Gerri's dad died of a heart attack on the subway, and the girl was trying to deal with the loss. Not just her dad, but her crush and her friend too.
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But no one, ever again, took pictures of her in the same way again. Now no one saw her with illusion in her eyes when she played, now no one brought her favorite sweets and scented candles when she was feeling down.
Now no one had left a note with a song to cheer her up on her window, when it rained so hard because that made her feel sad.
Because Y/N knew that she would be fine without her.
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The 90's music, voices of people talking and the occasional drunken chatter was all you could hear. An endless number of celebrities had different conversations with each other in that exclusive place.
Variety's party after the awards ceremony was like a religion and those who attended were always touched by a magic wand.
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Gerri needed to escape from the noise and people, taking that cocktail in her hands, she walked to the terrace. The fresh air will help clear her mind, or maybe smoking could help too.
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“You look visibly affected. So much people in a place keep bugging you...”
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With a smile on her lips and a pint of beer in her hands, Y/N was watching her from a few steps away. Now she wore a black suit, a bit more formal than before.
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“Looking good. Not working this time?” Gerri smiled. The truth is that Y/N looked incredible.
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“The party for the magazine I work for, means I get to party a bit. Your date left you alone with all these crazy people around you?” The brunette settled next to her, both of them leaning against the railing of the terrace.
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“He's chatting with a music producer over there.” Gerri sighed and drank some of her cocktail.
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“Ha. Long ago, you would be so crazy about doing the same.” Y/N took a sip of her beer, thinking about the old days. Nostalgia came to her faster than she thought.
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“Oh, yeah.” Gerri laughed. “We haven't seen each other in a long time. I never expected to see you here.”
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“Well, my life has really changed a lot. Both of us, we're at a Variety party feets away from Salma Hayek, can you believe it? I went to get a snack and she told me ‘try this chilito mija, it's delicious'. It was a religious experience!” Y/N joked.
They laughed at how crazy that sounded, but it also showed how far they had come. That was the good part. Separated from each other, that was the bad part.
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“We've really come a long way.” Gerri whispered, surprised and a bit moved.
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“Yeah…”
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Nostalgia hitting again.
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“How?” The blonde turned to see her. “How have you been?”
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“Fine, I mean… After we just… After what happened that night I was…trying to put my life back together. Jules needed to get away from Boston, so we rented an apartment in Hell's Kitchen as roomies. Worked hard to buy my first camera.” Y/N's eyes lit up as she remembered everything she'd been through. “I worked hard to get a place in a small newspaper, after that I covered a… well, never mind. What matters is that I got a shot at a magazine doing photoshoots and…here I am. At a after Academy’s party... with the great Gerri Fields. Actress and singer-songwriter.”
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Her chest swelled with pride as she said it, being able to see Gerri grow and achieve everything she had ever dreamed of.
She wasn't going to lie, Y/N had always been aware of how well she was doing.
Beginning as a bar singer who happily appreciated if two people applauded her, write her own song that went viral so fast. Then her first dramatic film, acclaimed at festivals like Sundance and Cannes.
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Of course she was so fucking proud of Gerri. And you could see it in Y/N’s eyes, which prompted Gerri to quickly say it:
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“I'm so sorry about what happened last time.” The blonde said embarrassed, quite guilty, as if she had been carrying that for a long time. “I was stupid.”
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Lowering her head, Y/N pressed her lips together. She was trying so hard to avoid thinking about it since she saw Gerri on the event red carpet. Hell, she tried to avoid it since she moved on and leave all that behind.
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“Gerri…”
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“I mean it.” The blonde sighed deeply and took a drink of her cocktail. She wasn’t going to deny that despite being a wonderful night, the memories reached her. “I was young and dumb, and I just... And I hurt you, and I'm so sorry. I didn't even look for you.”
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Guilt showed in those big green eyes.
Y/N sighed, wasn't going to deny the pain she'd felt when Gerri hadn't even tried to find her. But it was also a great opportunity to let go of the pain, to understand that Gerri didn't appreciate her in the same way.
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“That was in the past.” The brunette admitted. She wasn't trying to say it to make Gerri feel better or not to get into a debate, she was telling the truth. All of that was long gone, ten years ago. She smiled at the blonde with genuine tenderness. “I'm glad to see you've succeeded.”
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“You always said that I would.” Gerri smiled back. “You always believed in me.”
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Those words left her lips like a gasp.
The connection between them was so strong that no one paid attention, nor to the music, nor to the people around them.
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“Hey.” A bearded man approached them, holding a fancy cocktail in his hand. It was her date, of course Gerri Fields wasn't going to go alone to an event like that. “I was looking for you, someone wants to meet you.”
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“Oh, hey…” The blonde barely got to say, a bit disappointed that the man broke into their moment. She realized how much she missed Y/N.
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“Well, I think it's time to let you back into your life. I'm going to rest, the party life exhausts me a bit and I have to send the pics asap.” Y/N smiled at both of them, ready to leave. Although she wanted to have more time with her ex-friend, it was best to keep going. Keep going and not stop to look back, that's why she had survived so long.
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There was sadness in Gerri's eyes, but she just nodded quickly, moving to stand beside him.
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“Yes, of course.” Gerri nodded quickly, somewhat embarrassed.
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“See you later, G.” Winking at her, the brunette walked away to get lost among the people. Gerri watched as Y/N walked past some celebrities, many waving at her happily. As if they loved her.
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Who didn't love her? She was always an incredible person with a huge heart.
Only a fool could reject her.
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“See you…” Gerri whispered to herself.
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I hope you liked it!
Did u spotted a Ted Lasso quote over there? Blame that amazing moment, i had to use it.
I didn't know if it was Gerri or Gerry, but the movie credits list her as Gerri. So…
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Yes, this will have a next chapter. Longer, a slowburrrrrn. 🐻
I’m working on the next chapters of ‘Another Word’, ‘Where are you now?’ and some Leigh oneshots like a 'SUNFLOWER' prequel.
If you want to be tagged, let me know in a comment below.
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the cutest and lovely people tags ✨: @imnotasuperhero @scarletwitchofthewilds @katiemay-025 @is-mise-rachel
#elizabeth olsen imagine#gerri#gerry (very good girls)#elizabeth olsen x female reader#au wanda maximoff x reader#elizabeth olsen x reader
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“I Want You” (Dami ver.)
Dami (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader
Word Count: 1300
Summary: After you’re forced to watch for half an hour on the sidelines as Dami’s photographed in her Calvin Klein sports bra and denim jacket, you can’t help but take out your sexual frustrations on her when you’re finally alone… even if that means interrupting her vlive.
Warnings: (implied) sexual content
You knew Dami was in your shared room doing a voice vlive and you knew you definitely shouldn't bother her until she was done, but the sight of her in a tiny cropped denim jacket and matching jeans left unbuttoned for the photoshoot showing off her Calvin Klein bra and boxers and her smooth, tan stomach made you lose sight of all rationality and walk into your room anyways.
She was talking to the fans about something (and you were too distracted by the fake tattoo on her hip to be bothered by what that something was), barely noticing or minding your presence. Had she known the thoughts running through your mind after an entire day of seeing her in that outfit, she probably would've shooed you away immediately, fearing the things you might do or say to her while the fans could hear.
But, she couldn't possibly know any of this as you got in bed and slid in between her and the wall, an innocent expression on your face disguising your true intentions. She simply sent you a curious glance, her attention still mostly on her phone as she scrolled through the live chat. You leaned onto your elbow and held your head up with your hand while you watched her fingers flexing as she flicked them across the screen. Just the simple action sent your mind wandering to past memories of late nights shared between you and her and a heat started rushing through your body.
When she brought the phone closer to her face to read something out loud, you watched her lips move, licking your own at the thought of what they tasted like. She shifted her jaw in thought, moving your gaze to her jawline and down her neck. At her movements, the muscles there tightened and relaxed, making you subconsciously swallow. You couldn't explain what it was, but something about her neck was so attractive and only worsened the burning in the pit of your stomach.
Dami must've noticed you staring, her eyes meeting yours with a curious expression. She raised her eyebrows, a hint of amusement on her lips. Well... until she finally recognized the look in your eyes. In that moment you scooted close enough so that your sides were touching and your faces were mere inches apart. You bit your lip and glanced at hers before sliding your hand down her body and placing it on her warm, bare stomach. The feeling of her soft skin was addicting and your fingers slowly moved lower until they met the waistband of her boxers.
You could tell your actions caught her off guard because her eyebrows raised slightly and she had to clench her jaw to stop herself from gasping. Although Dami wasn't one to give her feelings away easily, her tinted cheeks exposed just how much you were affecting her. Without sparing a second, you closed the distance to kiss her... except your lips never met, her hand shooting up to grip your neck. The panicked look in her eyes told you that she had done it in fear that the fans would hear, but her hand placement didn't have quite the effect she wanted it to.
"Yub-" you started to whine in protest but, with one hand preoccupied with her phone and the other loosely clutching your neck, she had no choice but to cut off your voice with her lips. Finally, you sunk into her mouth, showing her how much you’d wanted her all day with just one kiss. You kept her bottom lip between yours, prolonging the kiss for as long as possible. She let out a staggered exhale against your cheek through her nose and followed you as you pulled back slowly. It may have just been so that your lips didn't make a sound with their release, but the way she didn't seem too concerned about the voice live at that moment convinced you that she did it because she didn't actually want you to pull away.
Either way, when it ended, she still gently pushed you off of her, making sure to lightly remove your hand from her waist before looking back at her phone and quickly reading a comment in hopes that the fans weren't suspicious of the long silence and, more importantly, that they didn't hear any of what just went down between you two. Dami usually scolded you for your unprofessional behavior, but it was obvious that she was never actually mad at you. And you sometimes even wondered if she got off on exhilarating moments like these where you both knew you’d be in massive trouble had the fans somehow found out what was really happening.
For the next few minutes you decided not to test her patience and instead laid there on your side, staring at her. She was clearly uneasy after what just happened and thankfully ended the live not long after. Once she was sure it was turned off properly, she faced you. Unlike what you expected, she didn't start ridiculing you for your careless actions, but instead shoved your shoulder to lay you flat on the bed and climbed on top of you, situating herself between your legs.
Dami was never one to be this aggressive and you found your head spinning with both lust and confusion as she grabbed your neck again to kiss you deeply. Her other hand held her up so that all her weight wasn't on you, leaving a gap between your bodies. You took advantage of the space, putting your palm on her flat stomach while running the other across her side until you reached her hip. You felt her shiver at the ghost of your fingers across her skin and smirked into her mouth, remembering how sensitive she was there.
This made her pull back from your lips and look down at you. She appeared less like the warm, soft woman you were used to and now looked intimidating. You breathed heavily, keeping her intense eye contact as her hand travelled down your arm to where your fingers were toying with her waistband. She grabbed your wrist and abruptly pinned your hand above your head, leaning over you again and whispering, "Is this what you wanted?" Her voice was calm but threatening and it sent a tingle through your body. You’d never done anything to elicit this sort of reaction out of her and you didn’t know yet whether to be thankful or regretful for your previous actions.
You swallowed hard, feeling your pulse race from how different she was acting. Your head nodded on its own in response but she didn't seem satisfied.
"Say it,” she commanded in a deep voice. Her lips grazed across your jawline as she leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Tell me what you want." You shivered.
A few seconds after her words, you felt her fingers intertwine with yours where she held your hand at the head of the bed and your heart skipped a beat. You knew it was her way of reminding you that she would never do or say anything to make you uncomfortable. When you didn't answer immediately, she was probably worried that she’d taken it too far. But you needed her to know this is exactly what you wanted. So you replied,
"I want you."
That was all it took for her to pull back and capture your lips in hers, spending the rest of the night granting your wish over and over again until you were both satisfied.
**This imagine was converted over from my Wattpad account OT5Stan4Life**
#Dami#dami oneshot#dami x fem reader#dami x reader#dami imagine#dreamcatcher#dreamcatcher x fem reader#dreamcatcher 8th member#dreamcatcher oneshot#dreamcatcher fanfic#dreamcatcher x reader#dreamcatcher imagine#kpop#kpop gg#girl group#kpop oneshots#kpop ff#kpop imagines#gxg#girl group oneshot#girl group imagines#lesbian#lgbtq#kpop fanfic
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AU Bot Plots: The Wedding Photoshoot
Katara cursed her inability to say no. That isn't to say that she was a pushover. She knew how to draw lines, but there was a part of her- a nurturing, motherly part of her- that had a weakness to people who seemed to really need her. After dumping her ex, Katara had sworn she would embrace her inner meanness and say no to anything she didn't truly want to do. When the weepy, doe-eyed begging her ex had done to get her back hadn't even slightly softened her resolve, Katara thought she had broken herself of her instinct to help when she didn't really want to. Then Ty Lee had approached her, panicked and desperate and pleading for help. So she was here, in a wedding gown, waiting to be called to set for a photo shoot for Ty Lee's final fashion design project.
It made no sense. Ty Lee was only just barely more than an acquaintance. She was a friend of a friend of a friend. Still, she knew how to turn on the waterworks. Katara had no idea why Ty Lee had asked her instead of her usual model- the svelte, broody, always immaculate Mai. That was until she found out who Ty Lee had gotten to play the groom in this shoot. None other than Katara's top academic rival, and Mai's ex-boyfriend (for the 30th time) Zuko. Katara had almost backed out when she found out that he was to be her groom that day, but Ty Lee had promised to pay Katara handsomely, feed her, and let her choose from any of her admittedly gorgeous designs if Katara agreed to pose with Zuko for an afternoon, and she did all of that through truly heartbreakingly pathetic sobs. Katara had no choice.
The makeup artist, who Ty Lee had hired from a local beauty school- put the finishing touches on Katara's face and sent her out to the set. Zuko was already there waiting for her- no doubt thanks to his much less rigorous preparations (after all, his rental tux was not the focus of the shoot). His back was to Katara as she approached the set- a garden just off the quad (how Ty Lee had managed to empty it was beyond Katara). The photographer was doing some last minute adjustments to the front of Zuko's suit. When he saw Katara approaching, he quickly swiped something off of the lapel of the suit and spun Zuko around to face Katara, and started snapping photos. Katara faltered when he turned to her, and swallowed hard, her hands tightening around the prop bouquet she'd been given in a vice grip. He was intentionally standing just perfectly in the sunlight filtering through the leaves, she reminded herself. He was being professional, and so would she. No, the way his gaze seemed to soften when he saw her did not make her heart clench in her chest.
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Zuko didn't know when his academic rivalry with Katara started. He was fairly certain she was the instigator initially, but he refused to lose to her. In his less guarded moments, he could admit that she inspired him to work his hardest, and he might be the smallest bit grateful for the motivation. But he could never admit it when she turned to him with her haughty eyes flashing at him triumphantly or angrily depending which of them had gotten top scores that week. Instead, he would smirk or scowl at her and issue a challenge on who would be on top the following week. Their two participant competition was a welcome distraction from the mess the rest of his life was in.
When Ty Lee approached him to model for her final project, Zuko turned her down immediately. He was used to doing this particular favor for her, but Ty Lee's go to female model was Mai, and they were just a week removed from their latest, and most explosive break up. Zuko was feeling still too raw to pretend to be her happy groom. Unfortunately, Ty Lee had a way of making herself seem so pathetically helpless when she asked for help that saying no felt cruel. Besides, she had promised to find a different model for her wedding gown design. Mai didn't have the body type that Ty Lee had in mind while designing this particular gown, anyway. So, Zuko agreed. When he found out that Katara was who he would be posing with, Zuko...found himself not nearly as put out as he thought he should have been. Now he was on set, with Ty Lee's photographer boyfriend, Haru making last minute adjustments on his rented wedding tux.
"Just pretend it's your actual wedding day," Haru was saying. "I need happy. I need awed. I need just a bit turned on. Alright?"
"Fine, whatever," Zuko huffed. He was no one's idea of a great actor, but he managed to pull off the shots that Ty Lee and Haru needed, at least. He was sure he could do it again, even though it wasn't his girlfriend- sorry, ex-girlfriend- he would be posing with. Haru swiped some speck of dust from Zuko's lapel and motioned for him to turn around.
Zuko froze when his eyes landed on his bride.
The sunlight filtered through the leaves and landed on Katara in just the right way to make her brown skin glow ethereally. Her wide blue eyes regarded him with a hint of nervous energy. Her long, dark curls had been swept back from her face and tumbled down to her hips in wild, carefully sculpted waves. Ty Lee's favorite makeup artist had forgone the usual dramatic look that Ty Lee favored for these shoots, and instead made Katara look like the most flawless possible version of herself. Her lips twitched up nervously when she met his eye.
A bright flash went off just then, and Zuko snapped out of whatever daze he'd been caught in. He straightened his shoulders and smiled at Katara. He held his hand out towards her, and Katara regarded in in confusion.
"Yes!" Haru said, snapping another photo. "I love that! Hold it, Zuko. Katara reach out for him, too." Katara's cheeks flushed bright enough for Zuko to see it through her deceptively heavy makeup. He swallowed hard. The moment her hand slipped into his, two years of repressed feelings boiled over. He'd always known he had a bit of a crush on Katara, but seeing her now, in a bridal gown, smiling shyly up at him, her normally sharp eyes gazing softly into his, Zuko realized he was helplessly, hopelessly in love. He cursed Ty Lee from the deepest depths of his soul.
#atla#zutara#au bot prompts#i love writing zuko realizing he's in love#they're both cursing ty lee#but they'll be thanking her at their actual wedding someday#it's okay to give spoilers because#i'm not going to write this fic#fanfic#THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!
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no but listen... z literally carries a camera everywhere and spend half of her time off (if not more) with tom. this means she definitely takes pics of him. he is also comfortable in front of the camera when she's behind it because they obviously trust each other
now imagine tom being fully confident because he trusts the photographer + z photography skills and female/gf gaze + sexy clothes + sexy lighting
this would absolutely be his best photoshoot ever.
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when petals fall | bangchan
bang chan x original female character
warnings: none
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epilogue 2 ~ when your heart comes home
~ 1 year later ~
People watching had always been a good way of passing time. Seeing different people with varying traits pass by as they go about their daily lives. Some on their way to work, catching up with friends old and new, or simply trying to make it through the day. Every story hidden beneath the judged cover of each individual person’s exterior. In this sense, all one could do was judge the books by their covers. Unless, they were to ignore the what-if’s of each passing soul and focus on the unique beauty of each and everyone. That is what Sakura did. Sat in the middle of an airport, sketchbook wide open on her lap as she rushed to capture as many faces as she could before they were out of sight. Slowly, her pages filled and she went on to the next. It had been just over an hour since she first made herself comfortable on one of the rows of hard airport seats, her backpack to her left and a pencil mix of different hardness scattered on the open seat to her right. A black pen sat between her teeth; one that she would use to finalize each expression and emphasize shadows.
With a soft puff of air, she finished up the last face on the double page and set it down with the rest of her stationary. Sakura looked over her work, admiring the way her ability to capture people had improved over the months. She had put every ounce of effort into completing her studies, earning grades that she knew would make her father beam from ear to ear while simultaneously scolding her for all of the proper meals and sleep she had skipped. But when things got too busy and the deadlines got closer, the girl allowed herself an hour each day to sit and draw. Whether it was in the university library, or the green quad, or referencing images and videos she found online. Whether it was neatly done with prior planning, or roughly done. All that mattered was that she gave herself some time to forget about her academic stress and regroup her scrambled thoughts. And, after a long year, Sakura had finished.
Now, she sat in the middle New Chitose Airport, ready to begin the newest chapter of her own story.
“You’re really talented,” a voice called out from over her shoulder.
It was mid-thanks that she noticed how familiar the voice sounded. Like warm honey after a long day in the cold. Turning her head, her gaze met the smiling face of a friend.
“Hello, noona.”
“Hyunjin.”
The last syllable of his name got lost in the rush as she leapt from her seat, throwing both arms around the boy made of lead and love letters. He might have chuckled at her enthusiasm, but she couldn’t hear. Sakura was clinging to the back of his blue-grey hoodie like her life depended on it, still unable to believe that he was in front of her. And when his arms wrapped around her torso, she almost let a sob free fall from her lips.
“It’s good to see you too, Sakura.”
His hands never left her, holding onto her upper arms as she pulled away to look him over, her eyes drifting around him as she spoke. Searching. Hoping.
“What are you doing here?”
“Photoshoot. Just me.”
He isn’t here.
The male should have been disappointed to see her deflate at his words, but he couldn’t bring himself to frown. Instead, he pulled her back to his chest, just happy to see her again after so long. And who was she to deny the boy of a hug?
“How have you been?” He asked her, pulling away enough for the two of them to sit down. He set his own bag down with hers, twisting in the seat until he was facing her fully. There was so much he wanted to ask, but that was the best place to start. A smile filled her face.
“I’ve been good. I came back home as soon as my final presentation was over. I’ve been here for two or three months now, spending time with everyone before I had to leave again. But what about you? You were still touring up until a few weeks ago, right? How was it?” Questions just flowed out of her, unable to hold back her curiosity the way Hyunjin had.
The male’s eyes seemed to sparkle more as he told her about their travels. He told her all about the new places they visited. How excited they had all been for their two members when they finally touched down in Australia for the first time since their last tour so many years ago. Luggage mix ups and embarrassing stage moments and a passport that was thought to be missing, only to be found moments before boarding was closed. Sakura could listen to him talk for hours without growing tired of the sound of his voice. It was then that she realized just how much she had missed the idol – well, how much she missed all eight of them, really.
Before he could continue, he paused. Her words replayed in his head, bringing his attention to something she had said in the midst of her rush. “Wait, you said you’re leaving again?”
She nodded shyly. “I am. While I was studying, one of my supervisors put me in contact with a friend of theirs that was keen on having me work for them. They really liked my paper and some of the ideas I proposed to her. So, I’m moving. Permanently this time.” As if on cue, Sakura pulled her vibrating phone out of her pocket, turning off the alarm she had set to keep herself from potentially missing her flight. “I should probably start heading towards the gates.” Grabbing her things, she stood. Hyunjin mirrored her.
“Does he know?” Three words, but she knew exactly what he was asking. Does Chan know that you’re moving? Are you going to tell him?
Sakura shook her head, adjusting the backpack on her shoulders. “He doesn’t. We haven’t spoken much. It didn’t feel right to drop something like that on him so out of the blue.” All he could do was nod. He understood, but that didn’t stop the shift in the atmosphere around them. They had only been speaking for a few minutes. There was more they needed to speak about. Hyunjin didn’t want to part ways with her just yet.
As if sensing the man’s dilemma, Sakura asked, “Walk me to my gate?”
With a sad smile, the dancer nodded.
“Of course.”
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“Chan-hyung!”
The leader paused his incomplete track at the muffled sound of his name being called from somewhere outside of the bubble his headphones had dragged him into. Prying himself from the work splayed out on his desk, Chan made his was out to the kitchen where the shout had come from. There, the other Aussie stood with his fists deep in dough. Flour dusted his nose and cheeks, hiding some of his lighter freckles.
“Hyunjin texted. He can’t get in. Said there’s something wrong with the keypad. Can you open up for him, please?” Felix asked, showing off his sticky hands to prove that he was unable to do it himself.
“Sure, Lix.”
Making his way to the door, Chan made a mental note to bring up the broken keypad issue with their manager the next time they saw him. He couldn’t risk any of the kids being locked out of the dorm. Or worse, couldn’t risk anyone else getting in somehow. The thought alone made him shiver. He would get it fixed as soon as possible. When he opened the door, a smiling Hyunjin stood patiently waiting on the other side. Hands full with his bags, the dancer hobbled past his leader, enthusiastic greetings coming from both of them – followed by an eagerly shouted ‘hello’ from the kitchen.
Pushing shut the door, Chan asked, “How was your flight?” He failed to notice the way Hyunjin tensed at the question.
“It was good. Managed to take a short nap too, which is always welcomed.” He began making his way to his bedroom, but stopped before he could disappear from sight. His gaze drifted between his belongings, as if trying to remember something. “Oh,” Hyunjin said, turning back towards Chan, “I think I may have dropped something out in the hall. Could you grab it for me, hyung?”
Chan wanted to groan. He had been in the zone with his music right before Felix called him. On the edge of a breakthrough with his latest track, he wanted to go back to work immediately before the idea could slip from his mind. But he could see the tired bags under Hyunjin’s eyes, knowing well that the boy would want to go right to bed. So, he nodded, offering a light smile before opening the door once more.
It took a single look for Chan to lose all knowledge of any vocabulary he had spent his life memorizing, in both tongue. She looked well, healthy and rested the way he had hoped she was. Her hair was a lighter shade now, closer to caramel compared to the usual cocoa brown he had been so used to. The same height, yet she seemed to have more definition to her arms and face. Her freckles had darkened. So did the rest of her skin. And across the top of one ear was a small titanium rod that definitely hadn’t been there the last time. But one thing remained unchanged. Her eyes. Golden and glowing like a thousand birthed suns. The way she looked at him with impossibly kind eyes, overflowing with every burning emotion known to them. Joy. Comfort. Love.
I love you, he thought.
A million thoughts raced through his mind at the sight of her standing before him. No number of seconds that passed made it seem any more real. She was here. His heart ached, not knowing what to do. At least, that was until their one-man audience decided to voice his thoughts.
“God, hyung, if you don’t kiss her right now, I will. The tension is stinking up the room.”
His words earned him a stern glare from the older male, his gaze following Hyunjin as he left with his hands raised in surrender, but the sly grin on his face didn’t falter. Only when he was way out of sight, did Chan’s expression soften, but his eyes stayed focused at the doorway the younger one had disappeared through. He was scared. What if he looked back and she was gone? What if this was all a dream he would inevitably wake from? Would his mind play a trick so cruel?
“Chan?”
No. Her voice was too clear, too close, too real. What if she was really there? What if he turned and she was still smiling up at him? What if he opened his arms and she ran right into them, feeling whole the way he knew he would? What if-
“I would have told you I was coming, but Hyunjin…” She paused. “I’m sorry, I’ll go.”
No, he thought. Don’t leave. God, move, you idiot. Do something. Anything.
It took everything in her for Sakura to force herself to walk away from him, the sight of his turned frame causing a lump to form in her throat. And the longer she stayed, the further the pain in her chest spread. So, she twisted away. Her steps grew, each stride bigger and quicker than the last until-
A hand wrap around her upper arm, causing her to spin right into someone’s chest. She knew it was him the moment there was contact, when she felt her skin crawl at every point they connected. And then his hands were in her hair, tugging her closer until they shared a single breath. A single heartbeat. She felt his lips against hers and every doubt in her mind slipped away like a leaf in a stream. Her body recognized his touch instantly, both arms reaching up to wrap around his neck as muscle memory kicked in. She could feel his tongue against her bottom lip and his big hands roaming her back, touching every inch. She couldn’t breathe, but not even the burn in her lungs could pull her away from him. Because if she were in his arms like this, suffocating with his tall frame cocooned around her own and him stealing the very air from her lungs, she would die happy. So, she let him kiss her. Longer, rougher, sweeter. Until his hands finally stilled and his lips reluctantly separated from hers. Behind her shut eyes, the world was dark, but every nerve ending in her body was alive. Her hands slid over his broad shoulders and down his chest, resting in the space between their racing hearts. Sakura felt the tip of his nose brush against hers, and then against her cheek as he kissed her again. Once. Twice. And this time, when he pulled away, she opened her eyes. Chan lifted a hand to cup her face, his thumb rubbing the reddening skin of her freckled cheek as he stared down at her.
“You’re here.” It was the first words he had spoken, and the sound of his voice alone hand her crumbling in the palm of his hand. It was so gentle, so sure.
“I’m here,” Sakura managed to whisper back, feeling the steady thumping of his heart beneath her fingertips. “Hi.”
Chan laughed, his hold on her waist tightened. “Hello, petal.” The way that her smile widened was enough to make his mind go completely blank. It was contagious, and soon his face mirrored hers.
“Surprised?”
“More like afraid that I’ll wake up.”
“This isn’t a dream.”
“That’s exactly what someone in a dream would say.”
She smirked. “Should I pinch you?”
“I’d rather just kiss you again, honestly.”
Wanting to feel her smile against his again, he leaned in to kiss her. However, voices were heard from the corridor, warning the pair of the swarm of members that would likely intrude any moment now. So, with his arms secured around her waist, Chan lifted her up and dashed towards his room. Her giggled flooded his ears as she tightened her hold on him to stop herself from falling, her legs wrapping around his waist for extra grip. As soon as his door had closed behind them, the male lowered both of them to his bed.
With his face buried in her neck, he whispered, “I can’t believe you’re here.” The feeling of his lips against her skin made her shiver, more so when he pressed a kiss to the tissue pulsing over her jugular. She felt Chan’s hand slide up and down the side of her waist, bunching up the material of her sweatshirt as he did.
“I missed you,” she admitted. The male pulled away, resting his weight on his arms as he looked down at her. Her hair was splayed around her messily and there was a sad glint in her eyes. He frowned. “So much, Chan. There were so many times that I wanted nothing more than to drop everything and come back. I thought about knocking on your door and being in your arms again and immediately feeling like everything was going to be okay.”
“My sweet petal,” he hummed, brushing the hair out of her face. He bent forward, kissing each of her cheeks softly, with a final stop at her lips. It was a quick kiss, but pulled away felt like fighting against a riptide. “You worked too hard for that spot to drop it so easily. And I missed you too, every day,” he told her. “But I am so proud of you for staying and finishing what you started. You did so well, I just know it, Sakura.”
A small involuntary whimper fell from her trembling lips. In one motion, Chan scooped her up in his arms and rolled the pair over so that she was laying comfortably on his chest. His arms enclosed around her frame, lightly pressing her head into the nook of his neck as he ran one hand through her hair.
They had all of two seconds to themselves before the door to Chan’s room burst open and Jisung stormed in with a pout on his face. The lack of surprise on his face at the sight of Sakura curled up in his leader’s arms proved that Hyunjin had told the rest of them about her arrival. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring daggers at the eldest, who just groaned, not very pleased to have been interrupted.
“Hyung! You can’t keep Sakura-noona from us!”
Chan’s arms only tightened around her, re-enforcing his hold. He was not let go of her any time soon. The leader buried his face in her neck as she tried looking up at the other rapper. She couldn’t help but smile at him, glad to see his full cheeks and happy eyes again.
Sticking out his tongue in Jisung’s direction, Chan stated, “I can and I will. She’s mine.”
The younger huffed. “Unfair! Last week, when I didn’t want to give you half of my donut, you said I had to because sharing is caring!”
Chan pretended to think, his exaggerated expression causing the girl in his arms to giggle against his chest. “Hmm, I don’t recall that happening. Do you have any evidence to support your claim, Han?”
At the door, a crowd of six others had formed, each one smiling at the scene unfolding before them. “If that’s the case, don’t expect me to share my brownies with you next time, Chan-hyung,” the other Aussie said as he joined the group. Now it was Chan’s turn to pout, pure betrayal in his eyes.
Still tightly bundled in his arms, Sakura’s words were muffled against the material of the man’s clothing. Chan reluctantly loosened his grip on her so that she could speak freely. Lifting her head towards the door, Sakura said, “Come here, Sungie.”
There was nothing the leader could do but watch as his first kid rushed forward and plopped down comfortably into Sakura’s arms, knocking her back slightly. However, she was happy enough to just be hugging the younger boy again. He was warm and oozing with excitement, practically purring as she ran her hand through his hair.
“You’ve gotten so big, Ji,” she told him, still smiling down at the boy.
After one last squeeze around her waist, he sat up on his knees so that she could see him fully. It was clear as day that he had grown in size, his shoulders looking wider and stronger than they had when they last saw one another. He had the same kind eyes and goofy smile, but his newly dark hair made him look older than he was. More mature. More handsome.
Sporting a smooth grin, Jisung lifted one arm and flexed proudly. With a blush to her cheeks, she adverted her eyes before the jealous male behind her noticed her stare.
“I’m almost as big as Chan-hyung now,” he stated confidently.
Sakura smirked. Briefly eyeing the older male behind her, she cooed, “Oh, really now?”
She reached forward as if to touch Jisung’s pronounced bicep, only to be tugged backward into Chan’s steady chest before she could get close enough to feel. Two arms secured themselves tightly around her, pinning both arms to her own chest, preventing her from reaching out a second time. Now laying with her back flush against his chest, Sakura could feel a low rubble from behind her, his eyes no doubt piercing the younger.
“Thin ice, Jisung,” he warned, arms rewrapping around her waist.
Sakura couldn’t help but laugh at the way Jisung’s bottom lip stuck out. Twisting until she was more comfortable, the girl curled up against Chan’s chest tiredly. It took a single look at her for their leader’s entire stern persona to evaporate, leaving behind a loving gaze. He let his hand brush gently against her cheek and up the back of her neck. The action caused her to nuzzle deeper into his comfort.
“I’m going to leave before I throw up,” Seungmin teased with a gag before marching out, the rest of the group close behind them, but not before Sakura promised Jisung a movie to make up for Chan hogging her. The idea caused him to smile, holding up a pinky before closing the door behind him.
Alone once more, Sakura tilted her head up to look at Chan, who was already watching her with hearts in his eyes. She smiled a loopy smile.
“Jealous, Mr Bang?” Sakura asked, staring up at him with tired eyes. They shut as he leaned down to place a tender kiss to her forehead, and in return, she pressed a kiss to each dimple. An action that made him purr.
“Immensely.”
“I love you,” she whispered up to him.
"I love you, petal. In every orbit."
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and that is a wrap on 'when petals fall' !!
this may just be another piece of fanfiction to some people, but over the two years that it took for me to piece this together, I went through some dark times. my experiences became Sakura's, and as she healed, so did I. stray kids have been a great comfort to me - and sooo many others - over the years, and I only hope that stays are always able to bring them that same feeling of comfort.
idk if I'll end up posting more stories on here, but I hope everyone who reads this enjoyed the story. I am in no way a professional writer and I am a south african who has never been to Japan or Korea, so there are likely many errors and inaccuracies throughout the story. please be kind if you spot any.
anyway, thank you for reading, and I hope you all continue to love and support stray kids.
may the weight of your skies always be light.
love, AC
#angst#bang chan#changbin#comfort#fluff#han jisung#hyunjin#i.n#lee felix#lee know#seo changbin#hwang hyunjin#kim seungmin#seungmin#fanfic#you make stray kids stay#skz stay#stray kids#Spotify
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Could we get a sub hikaru please? pretty please? 🥺
Absolutely and we talk about jealous hikaru but darling get jealous too
Warning this contains: car sex, jealous darling, use of the word cock for darling’s genitalia but no pronouns set.
You always supported hikaru’s job, making sure to hype him up and always buying his merch despite him scolding you and saying that you can have that stuff for free. He was doing a promotion photoshoot for a show he was casted in, despite complaining how embarrassing it was you knew how excited he was for this chance to rise up in his career.
You usually went with him for photoshoots, finding him to be breathtakingly beautiful while he posed but this time he was posing with a seductive female model straddling her lap as she leaned back against the couch his face nestled into her chest as she held his waist. A tall charming male model sat behind him his chest pressed against hikaru’s back lips pressed against hikaru’s bare neck.
The sight made your blood boil for some reason, you knew this was just a photoshop but seeing hikaru’s shirt being unbuttoned and sliding off his shoulders an innocent yet lustful gaze in his eyes.
You hated all the positions he was put in especially seeing their hands on him clearly resembling two wolves fighting over a prey. Hikaru who usually had his focus on you despite modeling for once was fully focused on his coworkers since they seemed to desire to make this scene real.
“Stop glancing over there, look at me.” You heard the male hiss out as he yanked hikaru down onto his lap now laying back on the couch hikaru’s face inches from his “gotta make this good yeah? I’m so excited to work with you, I’m was a huge fan of you during your idol days” he whispers out and hikaru was going to curse but twitched as the soft chest he felt against his back an arm yanking him back before he felt a kiss on his cheek
“Oi! You’re gonna ruin my makeup!” Hikaru snapped as he turned his head now glaring at the girl but not expecting a full on kiss but it seemed that’s exactly what was wanted since the sound of camera clicks made him stay in that pose seeing in the corner if his eye how the male model he was straddling sat up hugging hikaru and kissing his Adam’s apple with a dirty look towards you who was now shaking with anger.
After that the shoot was over and after a few minutes of getting cleaned up hikaru met up with you clearly pissed off “god if only I didn’t have to be all cutesy and sweet to hold jobs” he hissed out as you two walked to his car.
“So are those the two who are gonna be working with you in the show?” You asked warning a nod “it’s some love triangle thing, apparently shit like that is popular” he said with a sigh wiping his cheek that still had a red tint to it “what lipstick that bitch used” he said with a huff but you hugged him from behind kissing his neck “I hated how they had their hands all over you” you whispered softly making him shudder as he glanced back at you “what are you gonna do bout it? They were basically marking me up like crazy” he whispers out now presenting the car keys giving it a little jingle a smirk on his face.
You snatched the keys seeing the game he was playing and it wasn’t long til you both were in the back seat hikaru gasping as you yanked his pants down noticing he was already getting hard “is this for me..or for them?” You said lowly the venom in your voice making hikaru whine “it’s for you, you’re the only one I get this excited for” he said in a needy tone shuddering when you reached out stroking his thick cock watching the tip leak precum that dribbling down, you smirked pressing kisses along his cock “I don’t believe you, I need you to prove to me that I’m always gonna be yours” you whispered out as your tongue trailed up his cock. Hikaru was entranced by you the way you kissed and licked his cock clearly teasing him but just when he thought you were going to suck it you had other plans your tongue pressing against his hole causing him to jolt as he felt you give him a rimjob your hand stroking him off while you pushed your tongue into his hole licking and eating his ass feeling the way he wiggled and arched his back whining and whimpering. “Nghh! Y-you can’t just do that! S-so sensitive..” he panted out but his little moans were nothing compared to the gasp that escaped him when he watched you put two of your fingers in your mouth wetting them before putting a finger in his hole pumping it in and out your other hand stroking him faster. “Gotta get you ready for when I pound this ass” you purred out with a grin finding the way tears brimmed in his eyes to be so cute, that flustered sniffling expression was your sign that you were doing good. You slipped another finger inside of him curling your fingers and watching as he flinched bucking his hips up in the air “oooh! F-fuuuck! t-there! Right there” he begged out now humping the air as you fingered him quickly but before he can cum you yanked your hands away from his body his desperate whining and grabbing of your shirt made your heart melt “nooo, keep fucking me. Please I was almost there” he whimpered and you leaned down pressing sweet kisses along his cheek and neck “I know, I want you to cum while I’m inside you where’s the lube you got any?” You asked and he nodded now sitting up “glove compartment” he said with a shaky breath.
You crawled near the front of the car opening the glove compartment seeing a bottle of lube and even condoms. You grabbed both before returning to hikaru who was far too eager to get his hole filled.. “wanna help me get undressed?” You said softly as you felt hikaru climb ontop of you kissing you feverishly as he pulled your shirt off kissing along your neck his hips grinding into you “you’re mine, and I’m yours. “ he whispers as he trailed his kisses down to your chest worshipping your body with his mouth “Im your man, all yours. I don’t want anyone else” he whispers out as he kissed along your lower stomach his blue eyes looked up at you with pure loyalty and devotion a submissive look you’ve never seen from him it made you snap.
“Hikaru, present yourself for me” you said firmly his eyes sparkling with excitement as he moved to being on his hands and knees ass perched up as he shyly buried his face in the car seat. You slid your cock out before slipping a condom on and putting some lube on your fingers rubbing it against hikaru’s hole slipping a lubed up finger in to spread it around.
You slowly slipped inside of hikaru noticing how he clenched around you, his muffled whimpers and whines encouraging you to push inside of him faster now fully being inside. You waited a few moments for hikaru to adjust but it seems he didn’t want to wait so he simply started to wiggle and move his body on his own. You moaned softly at the mere sight of his hungry needy self desperate for you to fuck him.
You gripped his hips pulling your hips back before slamming inside of him once more watching as he would flinch at the brute feeling. You had a deep desire to look at his face so you turned him around making him lay down on the car seat as you put him in a mating press watching his lewd expressions get worse as you picked up the speed.
“Hng! A-ahh! Harder! Fuck me harder! Pleaseeee~” Hikaru begged with tear stained cheeks and a loud whimper escaping him. “We can’t be too loud like this we are still technically in public” you cooed out with a grin watching his face grew from lewd to surprised as if he forgotten about this fact, he covered his mouth with his hands as you stroked hips cock while fucking him making sure to his that sweet spot that made him release a muffled squeal.
The car rocked and swayed as you two made love, the air getting thick from the scent of sweat and sex. Your urgency for keeping quiet was thrown out the window the moment you heard familiar voices outside, it was the two models from before you weren’t sure what they were talking about but just hearing them speak made you have a surge of possessive energy.
You ripped hikaru’s hands away from his mouth kissing the palm of one of his hands while urging his other to touch your body by keeping his hands busy he couldn’t silence his moans so you set your next plan in motion you leaned forward reaching behind hikaru to roll the window down enough to set sound escape but not enough to be seen. You then wrapped hikaru’s legs around your waist forcing him into your lap “bounce up and down okay?” You purred out and hikaru did just as you instructed hiss arms around your neck as he rode you his loud moans and cries escaping the car as the rocking got more intense
Hikaru was too busy getting pleasure that he didn’t even notice the cracked window “h-Hah! Baby! I’m gonna cum soon please let me cum!” He whined out while slamming his ass down tongue lobbed out of his mouth encouraging you to lean forward licking his tongue “do it, cum for me” you demanded as you now guided his hips slamming him down roughly on you again and again smirking at how loud he was being.
“Ahh! Cumming! Cumming! Ohh fuuuck I-I’m-” Hikaru dreamed out his entire body shaking and twitching as he spurt thick loads of cum into the both of you his chest heaving rapidly as he leaned against you hugging you tightly “oh fuck..” he whispers out blissfully clearly high from the amazing orgasm. You held hikaru tightly in your arms running your fingers through his hair pressing a kiss on his cheek and giving him gentle praise eyes glancing at the slightly open window. “You did such a good job, but we made such a mess” you teased as you glanced at the leather car seats which had claw marks on it. Hikaru didn’t seem to care and gave your neck sleepy kisses being extremely affectionate “I love you..so much…so so much” he whispers out with a soft smile.
The next time you and hikaru had to interact with his costars they barley looked at you and made sure not to stand too close to hikaru unless it was needed. Hikaru wasn’t sure why they were acting like that and you weren’t really in the mood to die from telling him that they heard you two fucking in his car.
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You know i was looking through Colby’s photoshoots with ssparks and i think the reason why they were so hot and scandalous is because its made for the ✨ female gaze ✨ her focusing on his hans and rings and the rest is out of focus or focusing on his shoulders and biceps 🥵 everything feels like its made for women and what they find hot lol. i really really miss their collaborations ☹️
that's true. i never thought about it like that.
especially that one he did where it was the video with bad guy on top and he had glitter and makeup on him....
i would PAY to see him do a similar photoshoot like that again. that one was so hot
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Week Three - SDL
Task: Post results from small-scale 'proof of concept' visual research
This week I did a quick photoshoot to start exploring how I might portray a female character within the home. Last year I began to look at the historical association between women/femininity and mental illness, specifically through researching female hysteria and housewife syndrome. I've moved on to researching this from a more modern point of view, and have become interested in the portrayal of women's emotional states and struggles through media. Through social media trends such as the 'sad girl aesthetic', I can see how sadness or mental distress is still associated with femininity in today's world and is often glamorised or sensationalized to be desirable and beautiful. I've decided my series will focus on this type of characterization of women, and explore how even when experiencing emotional or mental distress, women feel pressured to appeal to a male gaze and perform their suffering prettily.
An interesting facet to this topic is women's relationship with food, and the degree to which depriving oneself of it is glorified in online spaces that promote the so-called 'sad girl aesthetic'. Eating disorders are very prevalent among women and are one of the mental illnesses I have seen sensationalized online among female users. Following this train of thought, I decided to conduct my first shoot in front of my fridge.
I made my surroundings as dark as possible to draw attention to the light from the fridge, making it my only lighting source. At first, I chose to sit in front of it wearing only a men's shirt and underwear because that's a look I commonly see sexualised in online spaces. For the final photo, I changed into a feminine dress to play more into what I'm exploring regarding women's desire to look good while partaking in things that aren't actually glamorous.
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Artist - Charles Leclerc x Reader
Charles Leclerc x female!reader
Word Count: 4.6K
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, smut 18+++ Male oral receiving, light bdsm, Charles being cocky, no mentions of protection (wrap it before you tap it kids)
Summary: Working as a Ferrari photographer was your dream but your passion for art stayed close to you. You always found yourself drawing drivers or cars during your break when Charles catches sight of your work the fascination he had for you grew and so did his lust for you.
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Being creative was certainly your forte in life. It all started with a cheap camera your grandad had bought you and the rest was history. Your grandad had always loved cars and that’s what you always found yourself photographing. As you got older your skills improved and you slowly started to work your way to the top. By the age of twenty, you were already taking photos for F2 and it only took you a year before you were offered a job at Ferrari, in Formula 1.
Your job was to get a large number of photos at the race, edit them and have them sent off to the social media team before the end of the day. You also had to photograph Charles and Carlos for any merchandise shoots or just photoshoots in general. You’d met both of the guys many times and even been out with them before but that didn’t stop you from always leaving early and keeping to yourself. You never thought anyone would notice but Charles Leclerc did.
He would always linger a little too long at times, his gaze raking over every inch of you as you worked. He would always clench his jaw when he watched you work. He picked up on your habit to trace the end of your pencil across your lips whenever you were attempting to work out what was wrong with your art. He loved the way your hands traced the paper, he was obsessed with the way your head tilted when you studied at whatever you were drawing.
It was the Monaco GP and you were sitting beside the track during lunch, your pencil tracing the paper as you drew the Aston Martin that was in front of you. Charles wasn’t far away. He was standing outside the Ferrari garage which wasn’t so far away.
“Just ask her out.” Carlos came behind him, his voice making the man jump out of his skin.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” He huffed. “She would say no.”
“And how would you know?” Carlos looked over to you and back at Charles. “Have you asked her before?”
“No but she’s shy -”
“And shy people don’t want to go on dates?” Carlos hit back, his brows raised. “Invite her to have drinks with us all tonight.”
“Well that isn’t a date is it?”
“No but it’s a start.” He reasoned with him. “Ask her, sit next to her and talk to her the whole evening. You know the moment you talk to her she relaxes and becomes herself more so invite her tonight, sit next to her and start talking. If it feels right ask her tonight if not wait until the morning.”
“You speak so much sense at times.” He turned his head, smirking at his friend.
“Oh I know but you might want to ask her fast.”
“Why?”
“Because she is getting up and going back to the paddocks which probably means she’ll head back to the hotel and unless you know what room she’s in you won’t see her until the morning.”
Charles turned his head to look back at you as you gathered your sketchbooks and started to walk off. “Shit!” He hissed before setting off on a light jog towards you. “y/n!” He called out to you but you were in your own little world to notice him.
Charles eventually caught up to you, he placed a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. The sudden touch on your skin made you jump, causing you to drop your artwork. Swearing under your breath you bent down to pick the papers up quickly, putting them with your sketchbook hoping he wouldn’t see.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” He quickly bent down to help you collect your work but you wish he hadn’t.
“Don’t be it’s fine -” You went to grab the last paper but he caught it before you. His eyes widened at the sight.
“Wow…” He took the drawing in. His fingers traced the work before him, your eyes jumped to the cool steel rings that sat on his hands. “You drew this?”
“Yes…” You let out just a whisper as your cheeks grew hot at the sight of him.
Charles was holding a drawing of himself. It wasn’t the best you’d ever done, you just sketched it one lunchtime when you were bored. “Sorry, it’s probably so weird -”
“It’s incredible.” He smiled at you.
That fucking smile.
“Like really incredible.”
“It’s not my best work.” You hesitated before giving him a small smile in return. “I’ve got better in here.” You motioned to the sketchbook as the pair of you rose back to your feet.
“Can I see?” His smile turned to a smirk. “I promise I won’t let everything fly away.” A small laugh escaped your lips as you handed over the book. Charles took it in his hands, being delicate with every page he turned. “Looks like I’m a good model.” He winked at you before looking back at the artwork.
“Sorry if it’s weird, you’re just always in some sort of pose.”
He smiled at your sentence. “Out of everyone here, I thought you’d be the one to know that I do model, after all, you’re the one that takes the photos.”
“For Ferrari, not any other random company that asks you for photos.”
“Well,” He handed you the sketchbook but kept the one picture of himself in his hand. “If you ever need a model just ask, I’m in room 34.”
“I’ll keep that in mind Charles.”
He wished you were moaning his name.
“And if I ever need you to draw me?” He was smooth with his words, a smart way to know your hotel room number.
“Room 39.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” The smirk returned. “Umm, can I ask you something?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you free tonight? Me, Carlos and some of the engineers are going for a quick drink tonight, would you like to come with us?” He waited for a reply. You stayed silent for a second but that one second made Charles panic.
“What time?”
Charles let out a deep breath. “Is 7 okay for you? We don’t want to be out till late as the practice is tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I’m free then.” You weren’t sure why you said yes. You had evidently had some boost of confidence, perhaps it was because Charles was speaking nothing but compliments towards you and your artwork. “Where are we going?”
“Just a bar down the road, I can meet you at your hotel room and we can get an uber together if you’d like?”
“If that’s okay with you -”
“Of course.” He winked again. He held up the sketch of him before speaking again. “Mind if I keep this?”
“Yes.” You probably said that a little too quickly. “Umm yes sure, of course, you can…” His smile only grew at your flustered state.
“Thank you, I’ll see you tonight then?”
You held your work closer to your chest as you shifted in your spot. “Yes… yes I’ll see you then.”
“Good.” He smirked before turning on his heel and heading towards Carlos to tell him the good news.
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Meanwhile, your cheeks began to warm as you headed back to the hotel. You quickly regretted saying yes to Charles, you were shy as it is let alone being sat beside him and engineers you didn’t really know.
You had your reasonings as to why you were shy around him more so than anyone else. The man was gorgeous for a start. He always seemed the time to have women always hanging off his arm, most of the women around the paddock would drop to their knees for him and you wouldn’t be surprised if he just let them.
The man could have anyone yet he was still so infatuated with you. You were no model like him, you were just a girl who really enjoyed being creative and could turn that into a job watching the sport you had grown up loving. Perhaps if he got drunk or even had a shot of confidence tonight perhaps he would tell you.
You opted for a dress that complimented every single inch of you. You styled your hair and makeup as you waited for Charles to arrive. You took a few deep breaths as your nerves started to bubble up.
“Why did I say yes?” You whispered as you took in your appearance, quickly grabbing a small bottle of vodka you had before taking a shot for confidence. You never even had the chance to answer your own question before a sudden knock at your door took you away from the mirror. You grabbed your bag, glancing at yourself one last time before walking towards the door and swinging it open.
Charles went to speak but the sight of you stopped his words from ever leaving his mouth. His eyes scanned every inch of you, the dress on your body making his throat grow dry. He didn’t look bad either. He had a tight white shirt which clung to his chest and allowed your mind to wander at how he looked without it.
“Charles?” You raised your brow, evidently able to collect yourself better than he could.
“Hmm? Yes? Oh hi, hello…” He coughed trying to cover up his stutter. “Are you ready to go?”
You nodded. “Yes.” You took a step closer to him, shutting your hotel door and making sure you had everything in your bag before walking alongside Charles.
“Do you want to…” He held his arm out. “So you don’t fall.”
“Think I can’t walk in heels Leclerc?”
“No! No that’s not what I meant -” It was his turn to become shy. You let out a minor giggle at his state before sliding your hand around his upper arm to steady yourself.
“I know darling.” Your words made him want to melt.
Keep it together Charles, she’s supposed to be the shy one.
The uber ride was short yet full of tension. His eyes kept darting to your exposed thigh. He just wanted to lay his hand on them, squeezing gently so he could hear you gasp in his ear but he couldn’t. He also couldn’t keep his eyes off your chest, your neck was on display and so was your cleavage. The thought of him wrapping his hand around your throat so you could feel his cold rings against your skin. He had to brush those thoughts from his head as the pair of you arrived at the bar, Carlos smirked as he saw the pair of you approach the booth.
“y/n!” He smiled, holding his arms out to take you into a gentle hug.
“Hello, Carlos.” You smiled, hugging him back. The small gesture, unbeknown to you made Charles jealous. “How are you?”
“Better knowing you’re here.” The pair of you stepped back. “I didn’t think you were going to come.”
“Well Charles asked me and how could I say no?”
“He does have a way with words.” Carlos joked as you began to sit down, saying hello to a few of the other engineers that you knew before Charles slid in beside you.
The night had commenced and had gone rather smoothly. The shot you had taken earlier had made you relax massively and the drinks you had been bought throughout the night had certainly helped.
Charles wasn’t a nervous man, he could be extremely cocky and confident when he needed to be but that only increased when he had consumed alcohol and boy did you know it. His arm laying on the top of the booth at the start of the night, then he had draped it across your shoulders and now it was resting on your thigh, exactly where he had wanted it.
You were currently laughing at a story Carlos was telling you. Your simple actions made Charles tighten his grip on your thigh which didn’t go unnoticed by you.
“What’s wrong Charles?” Your voice was innocent yet suggestive.
“Nothing love.”
The pet name made your thighs squeeze together which he noticed. “Could ask you the same thing.”
“I just shifted in my seat.”
“And squeezed those pretty thighs together.”
The alcohol was evidently getting to you as you spoke again. “Well spotted Leclerc.” Your hand now went to this thigh, squeezing gently as your eyes scanned his chest and then met his gaze. “Maybe it’s the feeling of your rings against my skin or the way your eyes keep looking at me.”
“Oh, you’ve finally noticed.” His hands went up and pushed your hair behind your ear, his voice getting cockier with every word. “Clever girl.”
“I’m not just a pretty face Leclerc.” Your hand left his thigh.
“I can tell.” His mouth went to your ear as he whispered.
“Well done for noticing, clearly driving isn’t the only thing you’re good at.”
“What else do you think I’m good at?”
“Being a cocky little shit.”
“I’m not cocky -” He pulled back.
“Yes you are.”
“How?”
“You know your Ferrari’s golden boy who can get away with anything. Fans adore you which only boots your ego and not to mention how you’re always flirting with every single woman in sight not to mention how they just fall to your knees when they’re around.”
“Well if that’s true why haven’t you fallen to your knees for me?” You didn’t say anything, you tore away from his gaze but he wasn’t going to let your shy persona take over. His hands reached to your chin, pulling you back towards him so you had no choice but to look at him. “Don’t try and back down now ma belle.” His grip tightened. “Tell me why…”
“You never gave me the chance…” Your confidence slowly came back. “Besides,” Your next sentence would send him over the edge. “Why would I get on my knees for you when the entire grid already wants me underneath them?”
That made Charles snap. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you up as he stood with you. “Sorry, guys we’re going to head back to the hotel. y/n isn’t feeling too good.” He lied, hoping that would be enough for Carlos and the others not to question him.
“Sorry guys.” You gave a soft smile. Before anyone had the chance to question either of you he dragged you outside to the road, quickly ordering a car to take you back to the hotel. The fresh air slowly made the alcohol die in your system, you were able to clear your head but Charles still had a grip firmly on you. “Did I hurt your ego?” You smirked.
“Hurt my ego?” He suddenly grabbed your hips, pulling you into him so your faces nearly touched. “The only thing that is going to hurt tonight is your ass when I’m done with you.” He slapped your ass, making you jump forward slightly before his hands grazed your neck. “And maybe I’ll leave some marks on that pretty neck of yours.”
What were you getting yourself into?
Your breath started to shake, the nerves swallowing you as the car turned up. He took your hand in his and lead you to the car. Charles wished the driver wasn’t being so slow, he wanted to rip that dress off of you and take in every single curve you had. He darted his gaze over to you, picking up on the lack of confidence. He didn’t want to push you.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Nervous?” He smirked, trying to lift the nerves.
“No.” Your voice was louder than you planned it to be.
“Then why is your leg bouncing?” His smirk grew.
Shit.
“Habit.”
“Clearly.”
The hotel wasn’t far away which meant Charles didn’t need to keep his hands to himself for long. He took you into the lift, his hand resting at the small of your back as he looked down at you. “What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing -”
“Don’t lie.”
“Why me?” Your voice was at a whisper. “You could have anyone -” Charles pushed you up against the lift wall slightly, his hands resting on either side to trap you in place.
“Because I want you…” His breath fanned across your cheek. “I only want you y/n…” His eyes connected with yours before closing them and connecting them to yours. The kiss was full of lust yet had hints of desperation and relief. Your hands went to his shirt, pulling him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Charles pulled at your bottom lip, making you moan as he slotted his knee in between your legs, slightly grazing his knee up against your thigh before moving it higher. You moaned louder at his actions.
“Your moans are so pretty.” He whispered as the lift doors open. He stepped back making you whine at the loss of contact. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards his room which thankfully wasn’t too far away. He opened the door as you followed, you never got the chance to take in his room before he threw you up against the nearest wall.
His hand wrapped around your thigh, moving towards the back of it before pulling it up and around his waist, allowing him to get closer. He started to push your dress up as his lips smashed back into yours. He reached for your underwear, pulling them down slowly. You rolled your eyes at how slow he was being.
“Charles…” You whined.
“Yes?”
“Stop being a tease.”
“Oh, but where is the fun in that.” He eventually pulled your underwear down to your ankles. “Step out of them.” You did as he asked of you. The man bent down and picked them up. “Who knew such a shy girl would wear such slutty teasing underwear.” Moaning at his words you threw your head back feeling his fingers linger on your upper thigh. “Was the dress expensive?”
“Hmm?” You looked back down at him. “What?”
“Is this dress expensive?”
“No it was rather cheap -” He didn’t need to hear the rest. He grabbed the material hanging by your chest with both hands, your underwear still hanging on his wrist, and ripped the dress clean off.
“Charles!” You gasped at his actions.
“What?” He raised his brows. “You said it was cheap -”
“I’m more impressed that you managed to rip it -”
“That’s not hard to do.” His eyes lit up as they fell on your body. “I’ll replace it.” His hand grabbed your boobs and started to need and tug on them, pulling on each nipple and making you gasp. “So tell me, would you still not get on your knees for me?”
As he spoke his hands left your boobs and took your wrists into his. He held them together with one hand before using the other to tie them together with the underwear you were once wearing. “Or are you still going to act all shy and innocent even when you know all of the other drivers would happily bend you over and fuck you senseless?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You batted your eyelashes up at him, forgetting your vulnerable state. You were entirely naked with your underwear tied around your wrists whereas he was still fully clothed.
“Oh, you don’t?” His hand went to your hair, grabbing in before tugging you down so you were on your knees, looking up at him. His spare hand went to his trousers, slowly undoing them and tugging his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring out.
Fuck he was big.
“Maybe I should fuck that shyness out of you, maybe then you’ll see how much I want you.”
“If you can handle that.”
Charles didn’t hesitate, he grabbed his cock and held your hair with the other hand. “Open.” His tone was dark but that only excited you. You slowly opened your mouth, pissing him off further. You took him in your mouth, teasing the tip and making him hiss in pleasure. Charles had to fight every urge to pull your mouth down entirely on his cock or thrust his hips up so the tip would hit the back of your throat.
You raised your hands slightly in an attempt to tease him further without your mouth but he grabbed your hair and pulled you off and forced your head up to look at him. “Do I need to tie your hands behind your back or are you going to be a good girl and just use your mouth?” His thumb grazed the bottom of your lip. “I need an answer -”
“I’ll stick to my mouth.”
“Good girl.” He dropped the grip on your hair as he let you go back to sucking his cock. He groaned as you slowly lowered your mouth down onto his cock, letting the tip hit the back of your throat. “Fuck…” His hand lazily went to your hair, adding small amounts of pressure to encourage your actions. Speeding up you could feel his cock twitch and his hips slowly bucking forward. “You suck cock so good…” His words of praise just made you want to keep going but he had other ideas.
Charles gripped your hair, pulling you off his cock. You pouted up at him as his fingers cleaned the spit off your chin before placing them back on your tongue where his cock once was. “So obedient.” He was in awe as you started to suck on his fingers, making sure to hit the cold ring. He watched you for a while before wrapping his hand around your neck, tugging you up back on your feet. Using your bound hands to steady yourself against him you followed his orders.
Guiding you to the bed Charles pushes you down on your stomach before grabbing your hips and hoisting them up in the air, your ass on full display to him. His hand came down to smack it, making you jump forward as he smacked it again. Whining at him you pushed your ass back against his thighs as he knelt behind you, encouraging his actions. “So needy for me hmm? Who are you this needy for?”
You only moaned and that wasn’t the answer he wanted. “I said,” He grabbed your hair, pulling your head up from the sheets. “Who are you this needy for?”
“You Charles, only you.” His hand snuck down to your clit, adding small amounts of pressure before teasing you with the tip of his cock.
“God you’re so wet and I’ve hardly touched you.”
“Please Charles…”
“Please what?” You didn’t reply, only gasping as he smacked your ass again. “Don’t go all shy on me now.” As he spoke he removed the rest of his clothes. “Come on…”
“Please fuck me…”
“You even used your manners.” He lined up with your entrance as he quickly pulled you towards him, letting him push his cock inside of you. “Good girl.” He pulled out entirely before thrusting back in again.
He kept a quick fast pace, pulling your har roughly as you moaned his name. If you kept moaning as loud as you did the entire hotel would hear you. “I knew you liked it rough, you dirty slut.”
“I didn’t know if you could ever handle it rough.” You moaned back.
“You’ll be the one struggling to walk in the morning sweetheart.”
“Oh yeah? Well at this rate I’ll be able to run an entire marathon when you’re done.”
“For someone so shy you do like to run your mouth a lot.” His thrusts pounded you even harder, knocking the breath from your lips as you fell deeper onto the sheets. Charles moved one of his hands to play with your clit, the sensation of him fucking you and the added pressure made your head spin. “Awfully quiet now, aren’t you?”
You only moaned in response, the pleasure building up in your stomach. Charles smirked at your sight as he pulled out completely before flipping you onto your back. He bent his head down, slowly slipping his cock back inside of you but not moving as his lips attached to your neck. Light kisses were pressed against your neck before he sunk his teeth into the delicate skin. He tugged and nipped at your neck, bucking his hips slightly allowing you to have a mixture of pain and pleasure.
He moved his hand back, his fingers going across the mark he’d just made before turning your head and allowing his lips and mouth to attack the other side of your neck. “Charles…” You moaned, your nails raking up his back, only making his attack on your neck all that more aggressive.
“Hmm?” He moaned against the new mark he’d just made. “God, you’re beautiful.” His eyes lingered over his body as he started to move again. “Now the entire world will know who you belong to.” He grabbed your thighs and put them on his shoulder, allowing him to fuck you even deeper than he was before. Your hands came down and covered your body as best you could, suddenly more self-conscious as he was looking down at you with lustful eyes. “Don’t you dare.” He grabbed the lace material around your wrists and held them up towards the headboard. “I want to see you.” He quickened his pace. “Keep them up unless I tell you so, yes?”
“Yes, Charles.” You moaned even louder as he fucked you quicker.
“Good girl.” He leaned his head down again but kept moving, his lips connected with yours. He kissed you roughly as his rhythm started to die. His hand moved back to your clit, circling it and adding pressure as he felt your breath quicken. “That’s it darling, don’t you dare hold back, I want you to cum all over my cock.”
“Fuck Charles.” You closed your eyes and pushed your head back into the pillows but Charles wasn’t going to stand for that. Grabbing your chin you snapped your eyes open as you were met with his soft ones.
“I want you to look at me when you cum and I want to see your face when I cum inside you, can you do that for me?”
“Yes…”
“That’s a good girl.” His fingers worked faster, making your hips buck at his movements. “You gonna cum for me? Hmm? All over my cock -”
“Charles…” You couldn’t take it anymore and neither could he.
“Cum for me y/n.” You did as he asked you to. Cumming around his cock and looking up at him the entire time. Feeling your high he quickly came undone, following suit and filling you up as he rests his forehead against yours, catching his breath.
Still, inside you, he kissed you and removed your underwear from your wrists, taking each one in his hand and placing kisses on them. He lightly grazed his fingers over them, making sure he didn’t hurt you. After he knew you were okay he slowly slid himself out of you before falling in the spot beside you, his breathing heavy.
He held his arms out as he grabbed the duvet, motioning you to lay on his chest so he could put his arm around you. “C’mere pretty girl.” You did so, curling up beside him. “Are you okay?”
“Hmm. Perfect.” He smiled, kissing your forehead.
“Good.”
“And you?”
“Perfect, if not better.” He placed the duvet over you, watching as you slowly drifted off to sleep but although you were tired your mind had begun to wander.
The shy photography girl had slept with Ferrari’s golden boy Charles Leclerc.
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In-Depth: Examining The Female Gaze
The debate around the terms Male Gaze and Female Gaze is a contentious one. The first has been dissected many times and has a clear connotation: Sexual objectification of the female body throught the visual art. The second is more difficult to define.
Art history is full of sexual references if you know where to look. In the Ecstasy of St. Teresa by Lorenzo Bernini for example, her face depicts the female climax. Sure, it is well hidden under the justification that she “sees God”; don't we all at the end?
So why is it so difficult to identify and describe the female gaze? The way desire and pleasure is shown is key. These aspects have always marked a considerable part of what makes the male gaze so powerful.
For the sake of this article let's consider the female gaze in relation to photography. From a photoshoot, the dynamic shown in the final images represents part of the relationship between photographer and subject. The patterns of visualising femininity cannot be broken by simply letting a female photographer control the camera.
The poses and intentions portrayed are often influenced by the history of visual art and ancient iconography, and therefore understood to be projections of desire. The female gaze does not have equal references.
The stereotypical definition that the female gaze is delicate and tender is still based on the notion that the work is posed and directed with a man-dominated audience in mind, depriving the photographer of an aesthetic of her own.
It seems that there is a very low percentage of photographers who portray heterosexual males in a sexualized manner. Perhaps because there is less history in the visual art that express what is sexual desire for woman. Even though times are changing, it is still at a very early stage compared to the overwhelming amount of material that we have on the opposite side.
Photo courtesy of © Megan Magdalena
In her work Boys Boys Boys , the artist Megan Magdalena, creates an intense series of portraits of her male friends. Frustrated by the censorship that was inflicted on her female portraits on social media, she decided to have male posing in the same fashion as her female models. The images are accompanied by a Q&A conducted with each person reviewing their experience.
The majority of them had a feeling of empowerment and did not feel uncomfortable during the photo shooting. However the visual language expressed by the poses is built on an underlying meaning that we all recognize beyond the verbal language barrier. It makes us think, with more equal representation, will it ever succeed in the mission of subverting from seductive to simply powerful? And If we can't change the rules, are we willing to write new ones?
The idea of defining a female way to describe what is sexually appealing, what is sexual tension and send a renewed message, is exiting. What sexy is does not have to be one thing. With Female Gaze we are opening the conversation to more topics, to more body types, to more sexual likings, and to more meanings.
Photo courtesy of © Chloe Sheppard
Photographer Chloe Sheppard has been shaking up the world of editorial photography since 2012. The British artist has been described as soft and dreamy in her style. Perhaps her work, influenced by the 60s and 70s aesthetics and colors, compared to the 90s cold blue tones, can be a way to interpret her work. It's the artist's personal taste and the ideas that flourish in the final images shouldn't be associated with gender.
Adolescence is a recurrent theme in her images. Glimpses of afternoons spent in a teenage room or wandering around with friends. But her work is not only made of ephemeral lightheartedness. She rewrites the beauty standards in terms of seduction and allure. In her latest work made of collages, self portraits and poems, she addresses the theme of identity through her photographic work.
We could argue that the female gaze is different in every aspect of photography. In journalism, in fine art, in event coverage, and so on, for every genre of visual creativity, each of us will bring their personal approach. Why is it so difficult to accept that a female or queer artist will be different? Acknowledging our differences and establishing our equality can only enrich the melting pot of visual languages.
From the moment that we start to think about a project there is a decision making process. Are they indoor or outdoor? Are they fully dressed or are they naked? Is it in color or black and white? What do I want to say with these pictures? You as a photographer have a direct impact from the moment you conceive an idea.
Ultimately the female gaze wants to re-appropriate female narratives, perhaps not limiting this conversation only to our bodies, and include a more complex and nuanced vision. We have been confined for so long in a male definition of what we should be, that to free ourselves, seems to be difficult and we can't unanimously agree.
Disagreement and discussion are welcome in a healthy society that wants to grow and expand. Acceptance is about acknowledging the presence of others and the freedom to let them express themselves.
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