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Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In the dazzling chaos of the Monaco Grand Prix weekend, a surprise appearance from the past threatens to shake Amelie’s confidence and peace.

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May 24th, 2025 - Monte Carlo, Monaco

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f1wagsgossip: Amelie Dayman arriving at the Monaco GP paddock today 💐✨

Miss Dayman herself back in her natural habitat — in heels, glam, and giving Monaco MAIN CHARACTER energy. The hair, the walk, the look?? She’s not here to play, she’s here to slay (and maybe distract a certain someone before quali 👀)

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chaoticwags: lando locking in p1 just bc he saw her walk in like that 😭 → norisimp: @chaoticwags he saw the brunette bombshell and remembered his purpose 💅 → gridgirlies: @chaoticwags he’s not racing, he’s fighting for his life rn 😭

ameliesno1fan: if i was lando i’d be kissing her feet rn no bc that entrance was OSCAR worthy → chaoticwags: @ameliesno1fan he probs already did that last night 😵‍💫 → wifeylan: @chaoticwags canon.

lanxmeliecore: Lando is not making eye contact with anyone but her and it shows 💀 → helmettales: @lanxmeliecore man’s locked in on his real trophy 😭

lanmelieupdates: amelie touching down in the paddock like a runway model??? lando stay focused pls 😭 → paddockclownery: @lanmelieupdates he’s using every brain cell not to trip in front of her rn

f1hotmess: magui showing up to the paddock the same day is WILDLY unserious → helmetbby: @f1hotmess girl the timing is insane i smell drama and hairspray

softlanmelie: imagine being magui seeing THAT walk in… i’d simply leave → paddocktea: @softlanmelie no bc Amelie’s heels alone ended that whole storyline

wifeyworn: Lando saw her and forgot what gear he was in 😭 → lanmelifan69: @wifeyworn he’s been stuck in “in love” since miami

gridglamour: Amelie owning the paddock like she built it herself 💅

gridtensionnn: magui in the paddock while amelie’s out here looking like monaco royalty?? someone call hbo → dramaonthegrid: @gridtensionnn this season of Drive to Survive writing itself i fear 😭

ameliewifed: THE STRUT. THE SUNGLASSES. THE HAIR. she didn’t walk she glided → paddockpower: @ameliewifed magui could never sorry not sorry

teawiththelads: not Lando ignoring the engineers cause she showed up mid-briefing 😭

yachtseason: she’s not just attending the GP, she IS the GP → lanlovr4ever: @yachtseason everyone else is just racing around HER

lanmeliedaily: Lando gonna post her later with a caption like “lucky me” just wait → paddockheartthrob: @lanmeliedaily and we’re gonna scream like it’s the first time 😭💘

brunettebarbie: brunette Amelie in Monaco… it’s giving ✨final boss energy✨ → lanlovr: @brunettebarbie lando’s ACTUALLY fighting for his life and the championship now

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The Monaco sun was as unforgiving as the press that clung to every corner of the paddock, and Amelie’s sunglasses weren’t doing much to protect her from either. She adjusted them anyway, fingers grazing the delicate chain hanging from her neck—the one Lando had given her in Japan when she told him his new hoodie design was “kind of ugly, but he looked hot in it.” He’d kissed her so hard for that one.

She smiled to herself, walking between the team garages, the buzz of activity—power tools, shouting engineers, the low hum of engines—thrumming in the air like a second heartbeat. On either side of her, Cisca and Adam Norris flanked her like proud but casual escorts, dressed effortlessly chic, both beaming as if she were already family. Well. She basically was.

Amelie wore a hot pink flower dress, her hair loosely falling against her back. She looked like Monaco royalty without even trying. Cameras had definitely noticed. But all she cared about was seeing her boyfriend—her stupid, ridiculous, annoyingly hot boyfriend.

—You nervous for quali?— Adam asked, breaking through her thoughts.

—Not for him. For the Ferrari strategists, yes. For Lan? Never.— She grinned.

Cisca laughed softly, placing a gentle hand on Amelie’s back as they reached the narrow stairs leading to the McLaren Hospitality. Amelie stepped toward the first step—then suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist.

Hard.

Before she could react, she was yanked sideways, into a narrow alley between two stacks of hospitality containers. She barely had time to register what was happening before her instincts kicked in and her fist almost flew...

—Ames, bloody hell!— Lando yelped, catching her wrist mid-air, his eyes wide.

—What the fuck, Lan?!— she hissed, her heart thundering. —You nearly got punched in the dick. Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?—

He was breathless, grinning, all boyish charm and ruffled curls. His race suit was peeled halfway down, the fireproof top sticking to his torso. God help her.

—You were forgetting something,— he said, voice low and teasing, eyes sparkling as he jutted his lips toward her. —A proper send-off kiss. For luck.—

She raised a brow, folding her arms.

—You don’t deserve a kiss after dragging me like that, idiot.—

Lando pouted. Actually pouted.

—C’mon, Ames. I’ve been so good. I even let Benny steal my toast this morning.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, suppressing the smile threatening to burst through.

—That’s between you and Benny.—

—He growled at me.—

She giggled. Of course he did.

—Fine. One. But only ‘cause I like you a little.—

She leaned up and kissed him, quick and soft—just a peck. But Lando was faster, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, deepening it until her fingers were in his hair and her knees felt a little weak. His mouth moved over hers like he knew her in every lifetime. When they finally pulled back, flushed and breathless, Lando pressed his forehead against hers.

—You always kiss me like you’re saying goodbye,— he murmured.

—Maybe I just miss you a little too much, even when I’m with you,— she whispered back.

They stayed like that for a beat. Then Lando sighed dramatically.

—Okay, okay. Back to the real world. I’ve got to pretend I’m not obsessed with you for the next hour.—

—Good luck with that, simp.—

He smacked her ass lightly and she yelped, glaring at him.

—Rude!—

Lando was already grinning and jogging toward the garage.

—Worth it!—

Amelie huffed, cheeks pink, and smoothed her outfit before stepping back out. As she climbed the stairs to McLaren Hospitality, she felt her heart settle, still warm from him. The doors swung open and instantly—she knew.

All eyes were on her. Not in the sweet, friendly way she was used to. No. This was colder. Quieter. Calculating.

She blinked. Kept walking. Cisca and Adam were near the balcony, talking with someone blonde in a sharp suit. She made her way toward them, but just as she reached the hallway leading out to the terrace, a hand slipped around her arm.

—Come with me. Now.— Lily, Oscar’s girlfriend, whispered through a too-sweet smile, tugging Amelie toward the bar.

—What the fuck is happening?— Amelie muttered under her breath, confused.

Lily didn’t answer. She just smiled at the barista and ordered two iced lattes.

—Lily. Seriously. What the fuck?—

—Just… don’t turn around yet,— Lily said softly.

So of course, Amelie turned.

And froze.

Magui.

What the actual fuck.

Standing by the McLaren hospitality windows like she belonged there. Like she hadn’t fucked Lando over.

Magui looked right at her. Smiled.

Smiled.

Amelie’s stomach twisted. Her nails dug into the coffee cup in her hand.

No. Not today.

Not when everything had been so calm, so easy with Lando. Not when she’d finally let herself breathe a little again. Not when he had looked at her earlier like she was the only girl on this damn planet.

She took a slow breath.

Then turned to Lily.

—Tell Cisca and Adam I’m sorry. Tell them I’ll see them after quali. I’m watching from Ferrari.—

—Amelie—

—Please, Lils. I can’t. Not today.—

Lily nodded softly, eyes sympathetic. Amelie set her coffee down untouched and turned, walking out of McLaren with her head high and her jaw clenched.

She could feel Magui’s gaze on her back.

Let her look.

Let her wonder what it’s like to lose Lando Norris.

Because Amelie? She wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of falling apart. Not today.

Not ever again.

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f1gossipgrid: things are getting spicy in monaco 👀👀 Amelie was spotted watching quali from the Ferrari hospitality today — just hours after fans clocked Magui Corceiro hanging around McLaren 😬 the girlies are playing chess not checkers this weekend 🫣🍿

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chaoticwags: not amelie sitting in ferrari hospitality looking like she bouta drop the most savage verse of 2025 😭 → pitlaneprincess: @chaoticwags drop the album girl we’re READY 💅

lanmeliesupremacy: lando better be sprinting across the paddock w flowers rn bc she looked 2 secs away from burning monaco down

soft4lanmelie: her face said “try me one more time” and i believe her → maxchaosmode: @soft4lanmelie magui breathing the same air as her? yeah i’d be pissed too

amspaddockdiary: no smile. no peace. just vengeance. → notmclarenadmin: @amspaddockdiary someone get my girl a spritz and lando on a leash

speedyspicetea: not amelie choosing violence by sitting in ferrari with a straight face 💅 → lanmelifever: @speedyspicetea she said "i could smile, but i won’t"

gridgossipgirlie: why do i feel like she made eye contact with magui and didn’t blink 😭 → chaoticwags: @gridgossipgirlie girl she was channeling her inner villain era i fear

dramainthepaddock: someone check if lando’s sweating yet → lanmelieupdates: @dramainthepaddock he’s probably watching from the garage like 👁️👄👁️

lanmelieupdates: i just know lando saw that and texted her “where tf are you” in .02 seconds 💀

gridtea: she’s so real for switching teams when his ex pulled up → chaoticwags: @gridtea the power move of it all

amelieupdates: the way she’s visibly not having fun… where is lando. FIX IT KING → lanlover24: @amelieupdates bro probably stuck in media duties while his gf is beefing in silence 😭

paddockbabes: why is this giving “you told me she wouldn’t be here” energy 😭😭 → gridratbaby: @paddockbabes not the passive aggressive hospitality switch 💀

fanf1edits: all i’m saying is… if looks could kill magui would’ve dnf’d already

lanmelie4ever: you know it’s real when she chooses ferrari over mclaren out of spite → pitlaneprince: @lanmelie4ever lando crying in orange rn 🧡💔

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—So… are we gonna pretend you didn’t purposely exile yourself to Ferrari today or do you wanna spill?— Alex asked casually, sipping a lemonade with her sunglasses still on, legs crossed like she wasn’t waiting for the answer—but Amelie knew better.

They were sitting in a quiet corner of the Ferrari hospitality, overlooking the paddock as Monaco’s golden light started melting into late afternoon. Pascale had just gone to grab something sweet from the dessert table. It was peaceful, deceptively so. And Amelie’s silence was too loud for Alex to ignore.

Amelie shifted in her chair, fingers fiddling with the ring Lando gave her a few months ago — a tiny gold band with a small sapphire. She sighed.

—Fuck. Fine. You wanna know the truth? I saw her. Magui. In McLaren.—

Alex’s head whipped toward her, sunglasses coming down just enough to reveal the sharp raise of her eyebrow.

—Wait, what?—

—Yeah, I walked in with Lan’s parents and then suddenly Lily’s dragging me to the bar like it’s some covert op, and there she is. Blonde. Tanned. Perfect. Like she walked out of a goddamn Vogue cover to haunt my Saturday.—

Alex blinked in disbelief, processing the name, then scoffed.

—What the fuck is she doing here?—

—That’s what I asked Lily. She didn’t say a thing. Just... gave me coffee like that was gonna fix anything.—

Amelie dropped her head back against the chair, arms crossed. The pressure in her chest hadn’t let up since she walked out of there. Not even with the sea breeze and Alex’s presence. It still felt like her throat was tight, like her lungs couldn’t expand all the way.

Alex narrowed her eyes.

—You shouldn’t have left.—

—I didn’t wanna make a scene.—

—And what? Let her think she still has power? No, bitch. No. Tomorrow you're gonna walk your hot little ass into that hospitality, hold Lando’s hand, kiss his stupid mouth in front of everyone, and remind every blonde bitch who’s boss here.—

Amelie let out a watery laugh.

—You really think I can pull that off?—

—You dated a guy who simps for you so hard he flew from China to Milan on a whim. You can absolutely pull it off.—

Before Amelie could respond, the door swung open, and Charles stepped in, still in his white suit, unzipped halfway. His expression was unreadable—serious, a little broody. P2 looked good on paper, but it clearly wasn’t what he wanted today.

His gaze flicked around the room, landed on Alex and Pascale, and then...

—Amelie?—

Amelie froze.

Charles hadn’t seen her in Ferrari hospitality in months. Not since everything with Lando went public. Since she swapped red for papaya. The last thing she wanted was to explain herself, but Charles’s frown deepened immediately.

Alex gave him a subtle look. One he understood instantly.

Something was off.

He kissed his mum on the cheek, gave Alex a brief hug, and turned to Amelie.

—Come with me, chérie.—

—Charles, I...—

—Now.—

She sighed, knowing there was no point in fighting it. Charles Leclerc was sweet, charming, and most of the time chill—but when he got protective, there was no arguing.

They walked through the hallway in silence until they reached his driver’s room. He closed the door gently behind them. The quiet was suffocating.

Amelie bit her lip, looking at the floor. Her arms wrapped around herself like armor.

—You gonna tell me what happened, or do I have to call someone?—

That broke her. Not in a funny way. In the way that cracked something wide open inside her chest.

She didn’t even realize the tears were coming until her voice cracked and her shoulders trembled.

—I don’t know, Charles, I just… I walked in and she was there and it felt like… like I don’t know. And everything just got tight. And I...I haven’t felt that in a while. I was doing so well. With the food. With everything. And then she looked at me and I felt like I couldn’t fucking breathe.—

Her voice broke completely, and Charles was already there, pulling her into his arms.

—Hey. No. None of that. You’re okay. You’re safe. It’s just a bad moment, not a bad life, okay?—

She gripped his suit with shaking fingers.

—It’s stupid. I don’t even care about her. Not like that. But I feel so fucking uncomfortable in my own skin right now and I hate it, Charlie. I hate it.—

Charles rubbed her back in slow circles, grounding her.

—It’s not stupid. You were blindsided. And you’ve come so far, Amelie. You’re allowed to feel like shit sometimes. That doesn’t undo all the progress.—

She sniffled, wiping under her eyes.

—I didn’t wanna cry.—

— You always cry with me, don’t lie.—

That made her huff a breath that was almost a laugh.

—Shut up.—

He grinned.

—There’s the attitude.—

She stepped back, eyes still glassy but steadier.

—Thanks, Charlie.—

—Anytime, chérie. But tomorrow… don’t run. You belong there more than anyone.—

Amelie nodded, biting her lip. She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes said enough.

Tomorrow, she’d walk back into that hospitality and remind every single person exactly who the hell she was. Especially Magui.

But for now, she let herself breathe. Just a little.

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f1gossipgrid: Amelie via IG stories serving yachtcore Barbie realness in her pink dress after the Monaco GP 💖💅 girl said qualy day but make it fashion. the prettiest wag in the paddock and on the water 🛥️✨

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lanmeliesupremacy: she’s not on a yacht. she’s on a throne 😭

f1gfdiaries: pink dress + monaco + yacht = WAG OF THE YEAR 🔥 → paddockbabes: @f1gfdiaries let’s be honest she’s been wag of the century since miami last year

lanmelieupdates: lando locking in P1 just to flex for yacht girl gf 😭 → gridgirlz: @lanmelieupdates he said “she watched from ferrari, now watch me go faster” 💀 → ameliesbrows: @lanmelieupdates i would’ve flown off the track trying to impress her in that dress ngl

f1wagscentral: amelie in that pink dress?? lando didn’t even need DRS, he had motivation → softforlando: @f1wagscentral fastest lap powered by love and delusion 💕

norilover88: lando seeing magui in mclaren and amelie in ferrari like 😐 → chaoticwags: @norilover88 he’s on the radio like “can someone swap the wags?” → wags4life: @norilover88 pls he’s fighting for his LIFE

ameliecore: she looked mad earlier but now she’s sipping rosé on a yacht like a queen → lanmelieslut: @ameliecore the mood swings are sponsored by monaco ✨

f1gossipgirl: not her outshining the entire grid just by standing there 😭 → amsfan420: @f1gossipgirl she’s not even trying bro she’s just built like that

ameliesarmy: pink dress slaps harder than lando’s overtakes 😍 → lanbabe101: @ameliesarmy outfit got me wanting to see her on the podium too

gridgossip: magui at mclaren but amelie at ferrari?? dramaaaa → lanmelieforever: @gridgossip lando holding it down like “she’s mine, chill”

pitstoppatrol: yacht vibes, pink dress, and lando’s girl?? Monaco just peaked

lanmeliefansunite: no way anyone steals her from him now, he’s literally got a hand on her everywhere → chaoticwags: @lanmeliefansunite “hands on the prize” is their new motto 😭

f1queenbee: pink dress slaps harder than lando’s last lap omg → gridchic: @f1queenbee pink power move, watch out monaco

paddockdrama: magui at mclaren, amelie at ferrari, lando stuck in between like ??? → lanmielover: @paddockdrama lando probably wishes he had DRS for this mess

no1trollzone: can’t believe ppl forgetting lando has p1 potential AND a stunning girlfriend in pink? → chaoticwags: @no1trollzone they’re both winning, just different podiums

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The radio crackled faintly through the McLaren motorhome’s glass door as Lando stepped inside, his bag of takeout in hand, the weight of qualifying P1 still buzzing in his chest. He was fresh from the showers and dressed comfortably, ready for one thing: to go home. To see Amelie. The only person he wanted after a long day locked in the whirlwind of the track and flashing cameras.

But the place was quiet. Too quiet.

He dropped the bag on the counter and scanned the common area, eyes darting through the dim, expecting to see her. But she was nowhere.

Then, from the hallway, he spotted his parents, their faces bright but tense. Relief flooded him—familiarity. He made his way toward them, heart lifting.

And then, like a shadow he wished to ignore, there was Magui.

Lando’s stomach clenched. His parents moved to hug him, warm and grounding, but Magui stepped forward with that too-bright smile and arms open wide. Lando awkwardly returned the hug, stiff and uneasy.

—Where’s Amelie?— he asked, voice low.

His mother’s smile flickered, but his father answered gently.

—She wasn’t feeling well before qualifying. Said she was going to the Ferrari motorhome.—

Magui’s voice dripped with saccharine sarcasm, clearly not meant to soothe.

—Oh, poor her. Must be so hard to miss all this excitement from over there.—

Lando’s jaw tightened. He knew exactly what she was doing. Planting seeds, trying to get under his skin.

—Right, well… thanks.— He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he turned and pushed open the motorhome door, stepping back out into the paddock.

The paddock buzzed in the golden hour—soft chatter, camera flashes, the distant whirr of generators—but Lando barely heard it. His strides were sharp, purposeful, the takeout bag still swinging at his side as he cut through the crowd like a current against the tide.

His mind was already halfway to her.

He shouldn’t have let her go alone. Should’ve noticed. Should’ve felt it when something was off. But he’d been too wrapped up in post-qualy adrenaline and media bullshit and...

He spotted the familiar red jackets up ahead and didn’t stop until he reached the Ferrari hospitality. The staff at the door blinked in surprise as he approached, eyes darting to the papaya logo on his jacket.

—Sorry, mate,— he said quickly, hands up in surrender, —I know I can’t come in. I’m just looking for Amelie.—

A beat. Then...

—Lando.—

He turned. Charles stood a few feet behind him, his hair still damp from the shower, polo slightly rumpled. He looked like he hadn’t taken a full breath since qualifying ended.

Lando’s heart kicked.

—Have you seen her?— he asked, tone already frayed with worry.

Charles’s expression softened. And that alone made Lando’s pulse stutter.

—She’s not here anymore. She left a little while ago with Alex and my mum. They went to the yacht. She hadn’t eaten all day. Wasn’t really talking much.—

Lando exhaled, but it wasn’t relief. It was something heavier.

Charles motioned for Lando to follow.

—Come on. I’ll take you there.—

They walked in silence, footsteps echoing over pavement as they left the paddock behind. The Monaco sunset bathed the harbor in gold, yachts glinting like jewels. Lando kept one hand gripped around the takeout bag, knuckles tight. The other itched to reach for his phone, to call her, to just hear her voice—but he didn’t. Something told him she needed presence, not texts. And he needed to see her. To see with his own eyes that she was okay.

Because right now, nothing felt okay.

They reached the dock and removed their shoes, Charles dropping his with a practiced ease before nodding toward the familiar white yacht bobbing just ahead.

—She’s with my mum and the rest. They're having dinner. Or trying to.—

Lando followed him onto the gangway, barefoot and silent, heart hammering like he was approaching the starting grid again. But nothing could’ve prepared him for the way his chest cracked the moment he saw her.

Amelie.

She sat near Pascale, a plate in front of her mostly untouched. Her fingers toyed with a piece of bread, movements slow, absent. She smiled at something Pascale said, but her eyes...

Her eyes were red.

His throat tightened.

She had cried.

And still, even like this, she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Their eyes met instantly across the deck.

Lando barely blinked as their gaze locked. Her body stiffened for a second like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t—like feeling. But the second he stepped forward, something in her relaxed, even if just slightly.

He crossed the deck in a few long strides, past Pascale and Arthur, past Alex who gave him the smallest nod of encouragement. The takeout bag was still in his hand, swaying gently by his side.

When he reached her, he didn’t say anything at first. Just leaned down, brushed a kiss to the top of her head like a promise, and murmured softly, —Hey baby.—

Her eyes closed at the sound of his voice.

—Can you come with me for a minute?—

He offered his hand.

No hesitation. Her fingers slid into his like they always did—like muscle memory, like home. She gave a quiet excuse to the table, Pascale nodding warmly and squeezing her hand before letting her go.

Lando led Amelie carefully across the deck, their joined hands grounding them both. The yacht rocked gently beneath them, the sound of silverware and soft conversation behind them fading as they slipped toward the private cabin at the rear.

Once the door clicked shut, Amelie leaned back against it, her fingers still entwined with his.

He didn’t let go.

She gave him a soft smile—small, tired, real.

—P1. I should be throwing confetti at you or something.—

Lando let out a quiet huff, shaking his head. He cupped her face, thumbs brushing the hollows beneath her eyes where the skin was still a little pink.

—Right now, I couldn’t give less of a shit about that.—

Her breath caught.

—Lan…—

—Don’t— he said, voice low but firm —Don’t downplay what happened. I saw your eyes. I know you cried. And I know exactly why. And I’m so fucking sorry you had to deal with that on your own.—

She blinked fast, her throat bobbing.

—I didn’t want to ruin your day.—

—You could never ruin my day. You are my day.—

That undid her a little. Her fingers clutched his shirt, pressing her forehead into his chest. He held her like he always did—tight, safe, like the world outside the door could go to hell and he wouldn’t care as long as she was here.

—She’s not gonna be there anymore,— he whispered against her hair. —I’m going to talk to Zak and the team. After this weekend, she’s done. No more McLaren invites, no more media passes, no more fucking surprises.—

Amelie pulled back just enough to look up at him.

—You’d do that?—

—In a heartbeat.— His eyes burned with something fierce and protective. —You think I’m gonna let someone waltz into your space and make you feel small? Not a chance. You didn’t deserve that. You never deserve that.—

Her lips parted—words forming and dissolving too fast to catch. She didn’t need to say them. He already knew.

And maybe that’s why the kiss that followed wasn’t soft.

It was desperate.

Their mouths collided like it was the only way they knew how to breathe. Her hands slid into his hair, pulling him closer, and his arms wrapped around her waist like he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go again. The takeout bag hit the floor with a dull thump. The door was locked, the world forgotten.

His hands slid beneath the hem of her shirt, her fingers already finding the buttons of his, and for a moment, they both gave in to the ache, the tension, the overwhelming need to feel something that wasn’t confusion or insecurity.

But reality caught up.

Lando pulled back with a breathless groan, pressing his forehead against hers.

—Fuck. We shouldn’t. Not here. Not in Charles’s mum’s yacht.—

She laughed softly, breath mingling with his.

—I know. I know. God, I just…—

—I know.—

They stood there for a beat, hearts pounding, still tangled in each other. Then, slowly, Lando knelt down, picked up the bag from the floor, and opened it.

—Truffle fries, veggie dumplings, those stupid little bao buns you love. And a chocolate tart I had to bribe someone for.—

Her eyes went wide, and a little shine returned to them.

—You really did all that?—

—I was planning to feed you like a queen at home, yeah. Still am, if you’re up for it.—

She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.

—I’m more than ready to go home. Just us.—

Lando grinned.

—Good. ‘Cause I’m kidnapping you the second we step off this boat.—

She rolled her eyes but smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

—Let’s go home, Lan.—

And with fingers laced tight and takeout in hand, they slipped out of the cabin, back into the golden Monaco night—not looking back once.

Their apartment was dim when they stepped inside, the last streaks of sunset filtering through the curtains and bathing the living room in warm amber hues. Lando toed his shoes off by the door while Amelie, still in one of her oversized crewnecks, padded toward the kitchen with the bag of takeout swinging from her arm.

Benny meowed lazily from the windowsill, tail flicking, while Björn launched himself off the couch and tore across the hallway like a gremlin possessed.

—We’re keeping them out here,— Amelie called over her shoulder, eyes narrowing at the blur of fur. —They’re absolutely feral tonight.—

—Agreed,— Lando replied, chuckling as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on the armchair. —I love them, but I don’t trust Björn not to start chewing on my toe at 3am again.—

They shared an easy smile as Amelie brought out the food, setting it all on the coffee table. The TV clicked on, some random romcom she didn’t even register playing as she curled into the corner of the couch with her legs tucked under her. Lando sat close, thigh pressed against hers, head falling back with a soft sigh as he reached for a bao bun.

She watched him quietly for a moment, chin rested on her knuckles.

—You okay?—

Lando nodded, chewing slowly. But the way his eyes lingered on the screen without focus, the occasional twitch of his jaw—Amelie knew better.

Tomorrow was everything. Monaco. Pole. Pressure.

And Magui hadn’t helped.

So she took it upon herself to fix it. To give him the kind of peace only she could.

She leaned in and nuzzled his shoulder lightly, lips brushing the fabric of his shirt.

—Wanna talk about it? Or want me to talk about literally anything else to distract you? I can give a full TED Talk on why Björn is definitely plotting our deaths.—

Lando huffed a soft laugh, eyes finally flicking toward her.

—I’m okay. Just… my brain won’t shut off.—

—Then let me hijack it,— she murmured with a grin, tossing a dumpling into her mouth and dramatically chewing like it was the greatest thing she'd ever eaten. —Mmm. Sensational. You sure you don’t wanna become a chef after F1? I could be your sous-chef. Burn toast. Break blenders. Seduce the head chef. All the classics.—

He grinned, finally. A real one.

—You’d be the worst sous-chef of all time.—

—And you’d love every second of it.—

—Can’t deny that.—

They finished dinner slowly, her mission clear: keep his brain as far away from tomorrow as possible. He stretched out across the couch while she sprawled half on top of him, feet tangled and fingers brushing. The movie faded into background noise, just warmth and closeness taking over.

Eventually, she sat up with a sleepy sigh, yawning as she glanced toward the hallway.

—I’m gonna shower. You gonna go over your data stuff?—

He nodded, already reaching for his iPad.

—Yeah. Just for a bit.—

She kissed his forehead and disappeared down the hall, the sound of running water soon echoing faintly. Lando settled into the cushions, scrolling through his telemetry, noting sector times and tire degradation. But his mind drifted—again and again—to the girl humming off-key in the bathroom.

He was still scrolling when the door opened.

And there she was.

Hair damp, face fresh, wearing nothing but one of his old McLaren shirts that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs. His breath caught for the briefest second as she padded barefoot into the room and slid under the covers beside him.

—You’re still reading numbers. Babe,— she whispered, curling into him. —It’s bedtime. Monaco pole-sitters need sleep.—

—Can’t shut it off yet,— he murmured, brushing her knee with his thumb.

She frowned at the tension in his voice. The way his body was here but not really here.

And she couldn’t sleep if he couldn’t.

So she shifted, turning to face him, fingers threading gently through his curls. He hummed softly, eyes fluttering shut as she toyed with his hair, her nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

—I’m not gonna sleep if you’re still wired,— she whispered. —So now it’s my problem too.—

—Sorry, love,— he said, voice hoarse, lips grazing her forehead.

But it wasn’t enough. She could feel it in him—the pressure building like a storm behind his ribs. And something inside her itched to draw it out. To replace it.

So she kissed his jaw. Slowly. Then his cheek. Then his temple.

—Still thinking about tomorrow?— she whispered.

He nodded.

Amelie didn’t say another word.

Instead, she shifted, slow and purposeful, straddling his hips until she was sitting on top of him, her thighs bracketing his waist beneath the sheets. Lando’s eyes opened instantly, pupils dilating at the sight of her above him, moonlight casting soft shadows across her cheekbones.

Her hands cupped his face, thumbs brushing over the stubble along his jaw.

—I need you to focus on me now,— she murmured.

And then she kissed him.

Deep. Intentional. Like every brush of her lips was a command to pull him out of his own head.

He groaned into her mouth, hands instinctively finding her hips beneath the blanket, grounding himself in the feel of her, the taste of her. She shifted slightly, just enough to make him hiss between his teeth.

But she wasn’t done.

Amelie pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.

And then her lips dipped to his neck.

Lando's breath caught.

—Ames…—

She shushed him, kissing beneath his ear, then lower—just where his pulse beat strongest.

And she bit.

—Jesus Christ—

—She wants to play dirty, I’ll play dirtier,— Amelie muttered against his throat, kissing the red bloom already forming before moving to the other side.

He groaned, his grip on her hips tightening.

—You know I’ve got media duties in the morning.—

—I know.—

Another kiss. Another bite.

—And a race. Sponsors. FIA photos.—

—Mhm. You’ll look hot covered in proof you’re mine. Let her see.—

Lando’s head fell back against the pillow with a sharp breath, and Amelie just kept going, leaving a constellation of hickeys from his jaw to his collarbone. She didn’t care if the team stylist had to panic tomorrow. Or if Magui’s eyes went wide when the cameras zoomed in.

Let her see.

Let them all see.

He was hers.

And maybe, just maybe, she’d sleep better knowing that was unmistakably clear.

By the time she finally pulled back, Lando was breathless, wrecked, his eyes half-lidded and hands roaming her thighs like he’d forgotten how to do anything else.

—You’re evil,— he whispered.

She grinned, tracing the marks she'd left.

—You love it.—

—God help me, I really do.—

They didn’t say much after that.

Eventually, she rolled off him and nestled into his side, her head resting against the chest now littered with bruises, her hand stroking his arm gently. Lando held her close, calmer now, his brain finally quiet. The glow of the city flickered beyond the windows, and the occasional distant meow from the hallway signaled their cats still hadn’t surrendered to sleep.

But inside their room, it was quiet. Warm.

Real.

—Goodnight, pole-sitter,— she whispered, already drifting.

And this time, Lando fell asleep first.

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outtathisworld-imagines · 26 days ago

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Backwards cap

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Pairing: John Walker x F!Reader

Warning: smut 18+ MDNI, minor angst, fluff, swearing, wholesome John moment, not proofread

A.N: If there’s one thing I love more than an insufferable man, it’s an insufferable man in a backwards cap 🫡

Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨

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You weren’t quite sure who came up the plan of a ‘friendly’ game of American football by the park near the watchtower but one Sunday afternoon you all found yourselves there in sports gear getting placed into teams.

John somehow ended up allocating himself as a team captain because his direct words were. “I was one- Captain America.”

“More like cap-pain-in my ass-rica.” You retorted with folded arms, he tossed a glare in your direction between throwing the football casually up in the air wearing an old jersey top from his previous football team with a Bear on the back alongside his number, sweats and a baseball cap that said: ‘Women want me, fish fear me.’

He allocated everyone into teams- very original- boys versus girls. Bob insisted he would sit and cheer from the sidelines but you insisted he played, always looking out for the shy, timid man. “It’s okay, we won’t go after you, it’s that asshole we want to tackle the most.” You said, nodding to John who was forming a game plan off to the side.

Bob sighed “Wish I was on your team…”

You smiled, taking hold of his arms and shouting out “Bob is on our team!” John went to open his mouth to fight back but you got on there first. “Nope! No take-backs he is ours now, c’mon Bob.” You dragged him towards Ava and Yelena.

“Let’s just kick thier asses.” Yelena said in a ready to fight tone. “Wipe that stupid smirk of Walker’s face.” You glanced over your shoulder to the boys, surprised to see John already looking over at you with that said smirk on his face. You pondered for a moment, it wasn’t stupid, it was kinda cute and emphasised his sweet little dimples-

“Y/N?” Ava’s voice brought you out of your trance. “On board with that plan?”

“Uh yeah,” you nodded and then squeezed your eyes shut. “Wait-sorry. What plan?”

Bob snorted, catching you admiring John from afar. “Yeah this plan is perfect for you.” He clasped his hands together “You’ll tail Walker. Take him down however you can. Tackle. Taunt him. Flaunt him some skin,” he wiggled his eyebrows and your eyes went wide at his words. He groaned “Come on! Don’t tell me you didn’t put that sports bra under your hoodie for nothing if not for him?”

Yelena glanced between the two of you. “Wait…” pieces clicked in her head and she widely grinned. “You like Walker?” She said almost a little too loud and you covered her mouth with your hand.

“Shh! I do not!” You quietly hissed. “Don’t give him a bigger head than he already has. Plus, I do not like him!” You countered, feeling your palms suddenly getting clammy and a heat rising within you. The rest of your small but perfectly formed team looked at you unconvinced of your argues- especially after you reiterated twice. “Let’s just win this.” You grumbled.

“Let’s do this!” Alexei practically howled.

You all aligned in the centre of the field, a coin was tossed to make it fair who’d start off. Yelena nudged you towards John, you bent over and looked up to him, he did the same, the lid of his cap bumping against your forehead causing you to scrunch your face at the sudden contact. “Ow! That’s a foul!”

John groaned “We haven’t even started yet!” Your eyes widened as if to silently argue with him.

“Why do you even have that cap on? The first part is incorrect anyway…” you joked and Bob and Bucky loudly snorted.

“Sweat catcher. And it is correct.” He matter-of-factly stated.

You sent him a deadpanned expression “Gross.” You replied to both statements, the two of you now on the verge of bickering like children.

He rolled his eyes and flipped it backwards. “Happy now?”

You nodded tightly. You were more than happy at the sight before you. That simple manoeuvre of swapping his hat around sent your world into a frenzy. How his eyes caught the light that wasn’t being blocked, or how much you just wanted to grip onto it while looking into those eyes, how you wanted him in that backwards baseball cap and nothing else…

He practically oozed frat fuck boy energy.

Or just a frat boy you’d like to fuck.

You hadn’t quite decided.

The ball was tossed in between all of you by Bob, bringing you back into reality. The whole team grunted and groaned trying to capture it first. Bucky managed to get it and make the first touchdown for the team. The boys cheered, you all rolled your eyes at them.

The ball was thrown and you held your hands out to catch it, your eyes on the ball coming towards you. So hyper-focused you didn’t realise the super solider was coming towards you either. John had his back to you, his eyes on the ball as well. Your fingertips grasped into the ball just as John crashed against you and you both fell back with a grunt.

You made a winning point with the man still on top of you. “Ugh C’mon Walker! Seriously?” His chest was pressed against yours, both of you twisted together from the way he landed against you. “Move you clown!” His body remained in place but his red flushed face moved, now inches from yours. You could have sworn his eyes were locked to your lips.

John felt the burning heat from your breath dance across his face when you asked him to move- again. His body was on fire from the sudden contact with you, finding himself in a position with you that he had often fantasied about- just with less clothes. “You were in my way,” he spoke with a gruff, finally moving after what felt like years in the eyes of your team but not enough time for the two of you. He extended a hand almost begrudgingly to you and you swatted it away, standing up on your own.

“Ahh jeez!” You walked towards your team looking down at your hoodie now covered in grass stains.

“Would be a shame if it had to come off…” Yelena said in a sing-song voice. The game was nearing its end and you had to pull out the big guns you guessed. It was tight right up to the final point.

The ball was being tossed back and forth and just when the boys were taking the lead with it, you whipped off your hoodie and revealed the black sports bra underneath, suddenly feeling very exposed. All the boys heads whipped to you at the sudden exposure of skin, like flys to honey. John had the ball but was frozen on the spot, a soft ‘holy shit,’ escaped his lips under his breath at the sight of you. He didn’t even realised he licked them like he had been starved for years and you were going to be his first meal.

That gave Ava the chance to tackle him.

He fell to the ground with a breath escaping his lungs. Bob grabbed the football and sprinted to the line and tossed the ball down, winning the game for you and the girls. You all cheered while the boys groaned, John still lying on the ground in defeat.

The three of you all picked up Bob and carried him in the air with the football in his hand.

“You got too distracted!” Bucky complained standing over John who hadn’t budged.

“And you didn’t?! How can you not?!” John’s voice was strained as he sat up. “Look at her! She did that on purpose!” His hand was outstretched at you, not that you noticed. “Jesus fuck,” he uttered under his breath and placed his head in his hands. “I was a back-to-back state champion!” Bucky looked between you and John, he wasn’t swearing over the fact he lost and a knowing smile spreading over Bucky’s face.

“You like her.” John looked at him in disgust, his features softening when you laughed and he looked over to you. “You really fucking like her.”

“Shut up,” he lowly grumbled and joined the group still celebrating Bob.

You all gently placed him down. “You did great, buddy! Proud of you,” you gave him a hug before grabbing your hoodie and holding out to the still backwards cap wearing John who raised his brow at it. “Yanno, just incase you want to dry your tears on it.” He grabbed it with his eyes rolling to the back of his head. How you wished they were doing that under different circumstances.

How you wish he was rolling his eyes back like that in pleasure with him under you.

Or you under him.

That fucking backwards cap.

Your thoughts were cut off when your hoodie ended up over your head as he tossed it back at you. You were about to throw it back when Yelena spoke up. “Since we won thanks to Bob, he gets to choose dinner and our activity tonight!” The boys groaned at the thought, he knew he would pick something that would appease all the girls.

“Karaoke and pizza?” He suggested and the three of you shrieked in excitement.

—•—

Everyone was forced to watch you and Yelena singing most of the night from the sofa. John’s lips curved into a smile every so often when you laughed into the mic, the return noise creating a piercing noise in the room before being filled with your laughter, he also smiled when you attempted the higher pitched notes.

He thought about how he could get you to create those same noises under very different circumstances.

When everyone returned from the park his thoughts were of you. He pictured you in your shower as he was in his, imagining your hands running over every curve of your body and wishing it was his hands instead.

He closed his eyes and envisioned you back in the football field.

In that sports bra.

The way you perfectly you fit under him.

The way you were pressed against him.

He was so close the could have just leaned in and kissed you.

He found himself daydreaming about you more than ever, especially after the divorce. He felt a weight had lifted, like he didn’t have to feel guilty for thinking about you while he was still separating from his wife. He was free, but not without his problems.

John worried that you wouldn’t like that about him, that you wouldn’t even like him whatsoever. You both weren’t always on the best terms with things, there were tense moments, but others where you’d throw a casual flirtatious remark at him that would catch you both off guard. But John had hope in his heart, he did each time your eyes caught his.

“Let’s do something else before we all lose our voices, huh?” Bucky suggested, pulling his fingers from his ears after you both finished singing. “How about truth or dare?“

“Never have I ever!” Yelena yelled into the microphone.

“Why don’t we just do both?” You suggested. “We don’t have a bottle though?”

Alexei downed his beer and placed the glass down on its side. “You do now!”

You all sat in a circle, John directly opposite to you with Bob and Alexei either side of you. Bob spun first and it landed on Ava who picked truth. You barely heard what was being said, you were completely entranced by John who was sadly not wearing the baseball cap backwards but a tight fitting navy top that hugged all the right spots with another pair of sweats along with mismatched socks.

Bob was never the best with socks.

Ava then asked Alexei a question, wanting the truth behind a scandal he was rumoured to be involved in back in Moscow. He smirked and replied “I can nether confirm nor deny.”

You sighed “That’s not how- you gotta tell the truth man.”

“That is!” He argued and you all rolled your eyes, eventually accepting that answer and the fact he had no idea how the game worked.

He did know how dares worked and after a few drinks and lots of laughs at many ‘never have I ever’s’ and truths, you dared Alexei to call Val and ask for more publicity. He did do just that thinking it was more of an ideal opportunity and not a dare.

The tears flowed down your cheeks when she picked up the phone, Alexei said his name and she immediately hung up again.

Bucky then spun the bottle and it landed on John.

“Dare!” He said feeling brave.

Bucky smirked, sitting back a little and embracing a matchmaker role.

“Okay, I dare you to kiss Y/N.”

You and John instantly looked at each other, the room felt thick with tension for the pair of you but the others childishly giggled at the request.

“What? C’mon Bucky,” he groaned, trying to act tough and cool in front of everyone. “I’ll jump from the roof or something else, anything else.”

“You’d rather jump from the roof than kiss Y/N?” Yelena asked, taking a swig of beer. “Or do anything else than kiss her, Walker?”

“No- no! It’s not that-“ he looked to you again, a look he hadn’t quite seen upon your face before. “It’s not that…” he quietly said like he was speaking to only you.

“Then are you kissing her or forfeiting?” Bucky pressed. “The forfeit is a lap dance,” he laughed with a serious look. ‘Kiss it is,’ John thought, the Dutch courage not quite there yet for something as bold as a lap dance. He uttered out a ‘fine’, short and sharply before crawling over the space that separated both and pressing an even more short and sharp peck to your cheek. “That’s not what I meant…” Bucky said aloud.

“Well you didn’t specify where.” John stated factually and Bucky quietly cursed himself knowing John found a loophole in his plan.

You sat frozen in place, your cheek burning. That single swift motion igniting your world and setting you ablaze.

You didn’t even hear the bottle being spun again, the soft clamouring of glass against the floor and then coming to a stop in front of you. You looked up to John.

“Truth.” You asked.

Unsure if that was the right choice, but also doubting if any of them would be the right one.

“Did you like that? Was that okay?” He asked quick, almost desperately, as if it was a question pressing against his chest that wasn’t allowing him to breathe.

The team groaned, you smiled, whether he tried to soften a truth admission from you purposefully or not, you were thankful it was that question.

“Yes…and yes.” You answered both and he couldn’t even mask the grin appearing on his face.

“That question sucked, Walker.” Everyone vocalised, even Alexei droned the same chide.

You smirked shaking your head, shooting John a quick look, he was toying with the lip of his beer bottle almost nervously. “Okay, my turn to spin.” You quickly moved on.

After a few more turns, Bucky spun the bottle and it landed on Bob.

“Truth, dare or never have I ever, Robert?” He asked him in a far too formal tone.

He pondered, too long to be actually considering a choice, especially since he had this one brewing along with Bucky who had Bob as a wingman on his side, he sent him a thankful nod in advance for him essentially completing the job that wasn’t quite executed as intended earlier in the night. The two boys willingly forcing themselves into your love lives. “Dare.”

“I dare John to kiss Y/N on the lips for me.”

John was taking a sip of his beer at the time and choked on it slightly, spilling drops on his top. “Dude!” He yelped “That’s not even a dare for Bob!”

“I accept that dare,” Bob added, you nudged his side and sent him a glare between your lashes at their reckless attempt at matchmaking.

John groaned “We need to set more rules, what if we all did that every time? It would turn into chaos-” he rambled on. He rambled on so much you sprung forward and shut him up with a quick peck on the lips, much quicker and much lighter than the kiss he gave you earlier. His lips sealed shut at the sudden contact that left his body almost levitating.

“There, ya happy?” You sat down.

The two boys groaned “NO!” Everyone yelled in unison and you and John went wide eyed, not realising this was a group effort to get you both together. Or at least attempt to.

“Not like that! Longer!” Bucky’s hands tensed as he shook them in rage.

“Well,” you smirked “You didn’t specify how long.” Using a line from John’s book that sent a proud wave through this body.

“This is why you two are perfect for each other.” You weren’t sure if Ava intended to be as loud as she did with her half attempt at a mumble. You and John looked at each other, the space between you suddenly feeling a lot smaller. “Next round!”

You stood up, everyone looking up to you at your sudden movement. “I just need to grab some water first,” you said walking away.

Eyes fell to John before they all looked at Bob who knew would be the best bet at talking with you. “I’ll check on her,” he slowly stood and followed you to the kitchen.

You heard his footsteps first “I’ll be back in a minute,” you said taking a large gulp of water, the buzz from the alcohol wore off the second your lips touched his.

“That’s okay, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. And say sorry, we didn’t mean to upset you.”

You nodded with a tight lipped smile before the broken words “I can’t,” slipped from your mouth.

“Can’t what?” He asked.

“Kiss him for longer because if I do then I won’t be able to stop.” You pathetically admitted to your dearest friend, more like a little, occasionally troublesome, brother. He came closer to you and embraced you in a hug before pulling back. “Then he goes and wears that fucking baseball cap backwards…” you quietly uttered under your breath thinking Bob would hear you.

But he did.

“Let’s get back, we won’t push you guys any further.” You linked arms with him and returned to the group, only to hear them all arguing.

“That was not a real kiss. A real kiss! Take her breath away dammit!” Alexei boomed.

“Just tell her already, Walker! Or show her…” Yelena’s lips loosened with every drink she took.

“Don’t you think I’m trying to!” He yelled as if he wanted the world to know. “Jesus, do you know how hard it is to get a minute with her? How much I wanna tell her I’ve thought about her every second of every day since I fucking met her?” John was turning red from rage and embarrassment, spilling his guts to his dysfunctional family, everything suddenly crescendoing and then turning into deathly silence when you walked back into the room, hearing it all.

Everyone’s eyes went wide, John stood up.

“How much did you hear?” Ava asked.

“Everything…” you whispered looking at John. “I…I’m gonna head to bed.” You vanished from the room.

John groaned placing his head in his hands “Great going guys…lost my shot before I even had the chance to shoot it.” He stormed off and the team felt guilt resting in their shoulders.

Bob decided to take action.

He left it for thirty minutes, letting some of the tension simmer down before he knocked on a door that opened to a sullen face. “Hey, Walker.”

“Haven’t you guys stirred the pot enough?” He grumpily asked. Bob looked at him with a sad expression, one that no one could deny letting in, he sighed and stepped to the side, a silent invitation in. “What do you want?”

“I just wanted to tell you that she likes you too, because she won’t. Y/N gets nervous around you, she has done for the longest time. She stays up all night worrying about you when you’re out on the field. She even painted her nails your favourite colour for your birthday, but you didn’t notice because you were out all day. And why do you think she wore a sports bra today? Because she remembered you saying you thought they were hot- which is, by the way, not cool to sexualise women like that.” He chided and John’s face flushed. “But she does really, really like you.”

He remained silent for a moment, absorbing all the information he was spilling. “How do you know?”

“Because she actually took the time to let me open up, I returned the favour. She’s the greatest friend I’ve ever had, Walker. I just want to see her finally happy.” He admitted. “So make her happy. And if you don’t we will all make you suffer a long drawn out death.” He darkly stated and John believed that they all would. “Get your girl, Walker.”

John lunged towards Bob, engulfing him in a hug and spun him on the spot. “Bobby! Thank you!” He spontaneously pressed a kiss to his forehead and Bob blinked in surprise. He was about to run off when Bob called out to him.

“Wait! Take the cap and wear it backwards!” He looked at Bob full of confusion. “Trust me.”

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You didn’t even bother moving from your bed when you heard a knock on the door, blissfully assuming it was Bob. Your back was to the door when you called out to come in. “Bob, whatever you’re gonna say…” you sighed “Actually I don’t even know what you can say. I don’t even know what to say! How can I tell John that every single word he said is also how I feel?” You continued to ramble from your spot as you felt the bed dip as he sat, his frame cashing a slight shadow in the dim light. “Shit, how did I let it do this far without telling him?”

“I let it go just as far.”

Your body froze. The air around you suddenly crushing you against the bed. You knew that voice and you knew it wasn’t Bob. Your body slowly started to turn, almost against its will to face the super solider. You lowly gasped seeing him sporting his cap backwards again. Then mentally cursing yourself. “God, why are you wearing the cap like that?” You sat up a little, your back now against the headboard.

John shrugged, hunched forward slightly “Bob suggested it? I don’t know why-“ he looked over his shoulder to you, your eyes wide. “Oh-oh!” He lowly chuckled as he clicked on. “You like a little backwards cap action…”

“Shut up,” you mumbled and hit him with a pillow. He held it against his chest, how you wished you were that pillow. “So what else did Bob tell you?”

“Enough to know.” He admitted. “Enough to know that my own feelings towards you are matched.” He leaned back, your faces parallel. “I really am sorry, I should have said something sooner. Instead I just drool over you and I’m grounded from seeing you in a sports bra.” You bit down on your lip, smiling at his words. His eyes fell to the space between you and him, the two of you wishing there wasn’t one. “Truth or dare.” His voice was quiet, his eyes looked up into yours.

“Suppose since I did truth last time I’ll have to pick dare…” you spoke as lowly as he did, giddy smiles plastered over both your faces.

John mock thought, bringing his fingertips to his lips and tapping them against his skin. “Hmm…I dare you to…” moved closer, breath fanning over your face. “To kiss me for as long as you want.”

“Is forever acceptable…?” You asked.

John smirked. “It is.” Your lips met somewhere in the middle. Instantaneously melting into each other, months of waiting for this moment finally arrived for the both of you, sparks rushing through the two of you at the sensation. John wrapped an arm around you and pulled you onto his lap, you let out a squeak at the sudden move and smiled against his skin as he deepened the kiss.

Your hands wrapped around his broad shoulders as his fingertips dug into your hips causing you to involuntary grind against his. He moaned into the kiss at the move, every dream he had of you now suddenly coming true. You did it again with pure intent and got an even louder reaction. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me off already.” He moaned against your lips as his hands started to roam under your top.

“So dramatic,” you mumbled with a teasing smile and pulled back a little, his eyes had darkened and his lips were a soft pink and slightly swollen from kissing.

John smirked, his hands coming to rest on your lower back. “Well, I have to get you back for earlier, because two can play at that game…” he gently sat you back a little and took his top off. Your lips parted and he had a smug grin on his face. “Yanno, I can’t count the many, many times you stared at me walking around shirtless in this building...even though I might have done it just to get your attention.” You rolled your eyes, letting your fingers dance across his bare chest before coming up and tracing over his lips. “Wanna show you how much I’ve thought about you, how much I care, Y/N.” He pecked your fingertips, using his to tug at the ends of your top as a silent plea to remove it, you pulled back just a little and quickly removed it, John practically howling at the sight of your bare chest. “Fuck, so fucking beautiful,” he cupped your breasts with his rough large hands, “Such perfect tits,” his lips against yours yet again.

“John…” you moaned into his mouth as he toyed with your nipples between your fingertips and then replacing those with open mouthed kisses, tracing his tongue over your hardened nipples. You pressed your hips against his again, the prominent bulge making itself known underneath you and against your clothed core. “Please show me. I’ve waited for so long, I can’t any longer.”

John moaned against your chest “Of course, baby. But I hope you know that the many next times it’s gonna be so much longer. Wanna savour all of you, always.” You stood from his lap and removed your pyjama bottoms in one swift move and his jaw dropped at the sight. “Holy shit. Did I win the jackpot?” He giddily said and your head dropped bashfully as you swatted away his comments.

John stood up too and removed his sweats you blinked and let out a breathless ‘wow’ under your breath at the sheer size of his cock, standing to attention just for you. He was about to take his cap off when you held out your hand. “No, no, no,” you wrapped your arms around him “Keep it on.” You both childishly and bashfully giggled at the request, feeling like a pair of teenagers. He picked you up, your legs wrapped around your waist as he felt your hot core against the lower half of his stomach, kissing you until he reached the end of the bed. You remained on his lap, his cock already twitching against your clit, both moaning at the sensation.

“I should get a-“ he was about to move when you stopped him.

“It’s okay, John, I’m on birth control.” He almost came at the thought of getting to cum in you. His swears dancing over your skin as he lifted you ever so slightly and sunk you down on his cock. The two of you let out a shuddering breath at the sensation of his cock stretching you out, John embracing your tight pussy around him. “God!” You groaned as you started bouncing, John’s arms keeping you as close as he could to him as you fucked him. You gripped onto his cap so tight your knuckles started cramping but the ache was being replaced by pleasure.

“Oh, shit, fuck, so good, so, so fucking good, baby!” John moaned against your collarbone, his teeth sinking into your skin and causing you to yelp in delight. “Just like that, yes!” His head fell back and you caught his lips with yours again. He could feel you gripping onto him tighter as you reached your climax “Please, god, cum on my cock, I need you to cum on my cock.” He begged which sent you over the edge, your body practically convulsing as you came with John shortly after. He sunk his fingers into your hips as if to keep you in place as he filled you up.

The two of you remained in the same spot, desperately catching your breaths. You smiled as you buried your head into the crook of his neck, placing kisses along his racing pulse line. “Well,” you blissfully sighed “Your cap is right because this woman wants you.” He let out a tired laugh and hugged you tightly.

“I’m all yours and only yours.” He pressed a lingering kiss to your lips. “Let’s get cleaned up, get you some sleep.” He pecked your cheek and slowly removed you from around him with a groan.

You lazily kissed each other while cleaning up, John gave you his navy top to sleep in, almost cumming again at how it perfectly stretched tightly over your chest. You fell back into bed with John by your side. “So…the feeling is mutual then?” You joked and he softly chuckled. He took off his cap and placed it on your bed-frame like it was a trophy case as you fell into a peaceful sleep with your limbs intertwined.

—•—

“You want pancakes? I’ll make you pancakes,” John sleepily kissed you the next morning in the kitchen. “I’ll make you anything you want.” The two of you were the only ones up, you were still wearing his top with your pyjama bottoms leaving him shirtless with his sweats on.

He let you sport his cap, claiming you looked better in it than he did. Backwards of course.

“Sure! Pancakes sound great.” You grabbed him what he might need, he pulled you back from behind into his arms, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck. “J-John!” You giggled “C’mon, let’s make these before they all wake up.” He kept kissing you and you lost your footing, causing you both to land on the floor, almost recreating what happened at football.

You kissed him before sitting up, your thighs either side of his stomach. “Good morning indeed…” he said in a sultry tone while letting his hands roam over your sides.

You barely heard the team walk in you were so enamoured with him.

“Walker, that hat! Jeez, you’re obsessed with that thing.” Bucky walked in shaking his head, not quite seeing that it was you wearing it.

You peered your head up and they all stopped raising a questionable brow. “Morning!” You squeaked and got off John who quickly stood up.

“I’m making pancakes. We weren’t doing anything else.” He said as if he was trying to convince those who couldn’t be convinced from the scene they walked into.

Bob smirked, giving himself a pat on the back for his wingman duties. “Nice cap, Y/N.”

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therosebookshop · 2 months ago

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An Unhealthy Obsession

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Warnings/Contains: Dead dove? Yeah, dead dove; yandere, yandere, yandere; not cringy yandere, if you’re looking for yansim type yandere you will not find that here; stalking on both sides; mentally unwell on both sides yeah duh; gender neutral pronouns and reader as always; you’re aware you’re fucked in the head and why, but therapy is expensive; an ‘accidental’ murder; I hc sol to have a tongue piercing because god knows he should’ve had one, that creep from the arcade but this time bbg Sol is there to save you first <3

A/N: um hi I got sucked in by sol and for any followers sorry I’ve been absent I have ✨burnout✨ so

Inspo: a tumblr post and the title came from ‘An Unhealthy Obsession’ by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

Yandere.

A mix of two words- yanderu, “to be sick,” and deredere, “lovestruck.” Most of the time, yandere are portrayed to be sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest.

You know you have a problem. Something wrong in your brain, having developed from your childhood abandonment and neglect. The need to be loved turned into an obsession with a boy in kindergarten. You’d thought he would be perfect for you, because he seemed so sweet and caring. And well.. that girl you’d pushed into traffic one day after she’d given him a flower and they’d sat together at lunch had been an accident, of course. A horrible, tragic one.

Your obsessions had never been this bad. Of course, some of them had been over fictional characters. Some had been over real boys in school, but they had never returned your feelings. And you’d cried your heart out after the rejections. You simply didn’t understand why they didn’t love you. You’d stalk them to see what they liked, change your clothing and your personality and everything, just for them. To be their type.

But this obsession… had turned so bad.

He plagued your every thought. His gorgeous eyes, pretty hair, nice hands. His lips, his arms, how tall he was. Everything about him was so perfect. He was perfect. The fact that he didn’t seem to have many friends.. well, that was okay. When you finally got him as yours, he wouldn’t need anybody else. He’d have you.

You’d gained a reputation as a weird kid, one that had apparently followed you to your new college. There was a boy at the back of your class, who was nearly always accompanied by a boy who was about a head shorter, blue hair. You were jealous. But you weren’t stupid. No, you had to plan carefully to dispose of the boy.

Years. Painful years, of learning about the object of your obsession. You had a whole wall in your closet covered in Polaroids of Sol, each one neatly dated on the back in a green marker that matched the green in his hair. You had shoeboxes full of Polaroids of him, too, all of those neatly dated in legible handwriting and stacked by date. You followed him home once to set up a camera in his bedroom, complete with a mic, right near his bed to hear him sleep. You recorded it once, for if you ever needed the comforting sounds of your darling to sleep and he wasn’t available. Surprisingly, it was hard to learn anything about him just from searching his name- a lot of the kids here were from richer families, more popular families. So you simply stalked him, learned everything about him you could, and kept note of everything about him in a black hardcover notebook, kept on your person at all times.

Every little tick, nervous habit, anything. Noted. How his tongue prodded at hot food before taking a bite. The absolutely hot looking tongue piercing he had. The cute way he fiddled with his sleeves sometimes, or tapped his foot. When people were being annoying he rolled his eyes, or crossed his arms. He had a sibling-like relationship with his best friend, and you had a few pictures of his cute little pout when he was teased.

You learned from careful observation that he was in the nurse's office every other day, so you started to give yourself little injuries to be in the office too. A cut, a bruise, other injuries.

Little did you know he was obsessed with you too. You'd heard this town could be dangerous for pretty young women at night, but you hadn't ever had any issues. Because he followed you home every night. Why would you need a recording of him sleeping when he climbed into your room through your window and spooned you every night? He knew about all the Polaroids and everything. And it made him more obsessed, that you felt the same way about him.

You started to leave him little gifts- cute ones like a tiny bouquet of geranium blooms held together with twine placed on his desk (he knew about the flower box in your living room), a hoodie casually tossed over the back of his chair (it smelled like you and was oversized, so fit him well). Or bigger gifts- a horse plushie, snacks. All of them were from you, he knew they were. It was obvious, how you'd always be at your desk, which was just a couple away from his so you could inconspicuously look at him, before he was in the classroom. How you'd watch eagerly as he put the hoodie on, or slipped the snacks or plushie into his backpack to take home.

Then came the day in art class- three Expressionism drawings. You weren't an artist in any form (unless taking a lot of photographs of one person counted, and it probably didn't) and anyway, even if you were, you didn't want to spend a lengthy amount of time with anybody but Sol.

Everybody moved around to their partners, and you were the only one left without one. And, as your eyes fastened on Sol... he didn't have a partner, either.

You went over, sliding into the seat beside him. "You don't have a partner, right?"

You'd never spoken to him before. Not once. You'd heard his voice so much, but now, actually face-to-face with the object of your obsessions and sleepless nights, your heart was beating out of your chest.

"No. I don't. He ditched me." He said. And god, is his voice hot.

"Well, I don't either." You have to remind yourself to breathe, even though your knee is bobbing under the desk. "Want to be partners?"

His eyes don't miss the rapid, nervous movement of your knee bobbing, heel tapping against the floor. The corners of his lip twitch slightly. Adorable.

"I don't see why not." He says finally, eyes focusing on yours, and you have to remind yourself again to breathe. His eyes are so gorgeous. Like warm honey. You could fall into them and be trapped, like a fly in amber.

"Great." And the word comes out a little breathless, a little flustered. "I'm (user), by the way." You offer your hand to shake. "What's your name?" Like you don't already know it.

He stares at your hand for a minute, as if contemplating. Then he shakes your hand. "Solvian Brugmansia. Just call me Sol."

His hand is warm and bigger than yours, unsurprising because of his height. You can't help but grin. "Nice to meet you, Sol."

You talk a little, ideas of what to draw. He had a sketchbook open on his desk, and to see it without straining your neck, you scooted your chair over, leaning into his personal space bubble. But for such an introvert, he didn't seem to mind one bit.

He smells so good, you think. Comforting. Like paper and something akin to blood- an irony smell. And something under that, something so distinctly him you want to bury your face in his neck. You want to rest your head against him, maybe put your hand on his thigh for 'balance'. To touch him in some way.

He shifts, clears his throat, and when you glance up at him you realize his cheeks are flushed, and he looks down at you. You realize when you can see the faint blemishes on his face- oh so pretty- that you're very, very close.

You lean away, flustered and embarrased. You don't think you blush- he can see faint pink on your cheeks- but you do grin like an absolute idiot. You've learned this through playing dating games (a way to familiarize yourself with relationships, to be as good a partner as you possibly can for your future darling). You're not grinning as wide as if he had flustered you with his words, but you've still got a smile on your face.

And almost without thinking, his hand squishes your cheeks between his fingers to tilt your face up. You're so pretty, he thinks, those eyes never looking away from his, eyes that he could spend hours staring into. With the faint blush coloring your cheeks and the smile on your lips, you could be a perfect subject to draw.

"Stay like that for me." He murmured softly. "I'm going to draw you for this project."

Your lips parted, cheeks growing red, even if you couldn't feel their warmth. He opened up a page of his sketchbook, releasing your face to start sketching. He tells you how to pose- your chin on your palms, head tilted slightly. You watch him as he sketches, how focused he is, his lower lip caught with his teeth. Your eyes soften. He's gorgeous like this, pretty eyes occasionally flickering between the page and you.

Your eyes unfocus, simply staring at him. When he looks up his eyes lock with yours. He can practically see hearts in your eyes, adoration in your gaze. His cheeks turn red. You're adorable this way, oh-so-pretty. Stunning, really.

There's not enough time to finish the drawing within class, so while everybody files out he makes you stay there, finishing the sketch. When he's done he closes his sketchbook and stuffs it into his bag. "I'll show you when I color it in." He says as you grab your stuff and exit the classroom.

Out in the hallway, the two of you stand off to the side. "Since we're, um, gonna be partners, we should exchange numbers. To keep in touch and talk about projects and stuff." You add.

Please, please, please-

“Yeah. Here, put your number in.” He pulls out his phone and opens the contact app before handing it to you. You couldn't stop grinning as you typed in your number and handed his phone back. Your phone went off- a text from an unknown number, no doubt him.

You changed his contact nickname to 'Darling ♡ ' in your phone, grinning to yourself. You're so much shorter than him, he can easily see your phone screen, and he smiles to himself. He's added your contact name as 'Pumpkin'.

The obsession was so obvious.

Over the next few days of the project, the two of you ended up hanging out a lot. Usually at each other's apartment. You even went to the arcade with Sol while Hyugo went and saw a movie nearby.

It was really a cute arcade date, and you dressed as cute as possible that day- oversized sweater, baggy pants, oversized chunky boots that you sometimes lost your balance in... but it was fine, because you always had Sol to lean into for balance.

At the arcade, you played games together, laughing. Sol went to get more tokens and you insisted on sticking by his side. Somebody brushed past you, and in your horrible balanced fashion, you stumbled.

Sol caught you by the waist, steadying you. "Are you okay?"

He seemed to realize what he'd done and cleared his throat, moving his arm, but you stopped him, lacing your fingers with his, begging he wouldn't freak. His cheeks went bright red but he didn’t pull away, and you grinned to yourself as you went up to the counter with him, giving him a cute little side hug while he bought some more tokens. His cheeks were even redder now. It was adorable seeing him like this.

The cashier smiled at the two of you. "How long have you been a couple for?" You hastily released him. Sure, you knew that could be considered slightly romantic, but-

"Not long at all." His arm loops around your waist to tuck you into his side. Your face flushes a bright red. He looks down at you, noticing your blush, and his cheeks turn a pretty pink.

When you get more tokens you go to plushie machines. One of them has horse plushies. You give Sol, who's at a claw machine with plushies of your favorite animal in it, a quick look before going to the machine and putting in a token.

You're laser focused on it, cheering when you get the plushie. You don't even notice when an unfamiliar man comes up to you with a sleazy look, his two bodyguards in tow. He throws an arm around your waist, and you startle away from him, horse plushie clutched in your arms.

"Hey there, pretty. You alone?" He reeks of tobacco, and your nose wrinkles.

"No, I'm here with my boy-" You try to back up, but you bump into one of his bodyguards that blocks your way.

"What kind of boyfriend would leave a pretty thing like you all by yourself? C'mon, come with me, pet. I'll show you a good time." He starts to try to pull you away, but you stomp on his foot, hard, and run. Sol was nearby, he can protect you-

You collide right into Sol, and he keeps you from falling, eyes darting over your face with concern. "What's wrong, pumpkin?" The cute little pet name slips from his lips without him even realizing.

"This man- he grabbed me- he wanted me to go with him but I ran-" You're shaking, Sol can tell, the horse plushie still clutched in your arms. His eyes literally darken in anger, looking up and around for the man who dared to touch you without your permission.

I'm gonna kill him.

He gives you a hug, and you hug him back tightly, the horse plushie held in your hand, the bag of other prizes you two had collectively won bumping against your back as he held it in his hand. "It's okay, I'm here now."

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, lingering. You smell amazing. He should find out what scent you wear, so he can buy one for himself.

But he should focus on the situation at hand. He runs his fingers through your hair. "It's okay. Let's go, yeah?"

So you walk home with him, and he holds your hand, keeping you close. Your hands are cold, and he pauses, setting the bag down at your feet and holding your hand to his mouth. His cheeks redden as he kisses the back of your hands, and you blush too.

He's so pretty. And so, so close. His eyes lock with yours, and you see the same sort of adoration and obsession in his eyes that are often in yours when you look at him.

And it makes your breath catch. He feels the same way. That's what that look has to mean.

He holds your hand the rest of the way to your cozy little apartment and you invite him in. He accepts, of course, acting like he's never been inside your apartment- he knows it like the back of his hand.

And maybe you do kiss him that night. Maybe he stays over, cuddling in your bed with you. Maybe more happens. But you're his. And he's yours.

But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee—

#therosebookshopstories #the kid at the back sol #tw yandere #fluff #yandere male #the kid at the back #yandere reader #solivan brugmansia #sol brugmansia #sol x reader

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no-nic · 2 months ago

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“This is so stupid.” Kakashi is starting to regret letting Obito borrow his worn copy of Icha Icha Paradise (Volume 1, first edition, signed by the author). “‘I love you’,” quotes Obito dramatically. “‘You are my stars and my Moon...’ What does that even mean? Is this the kind of thing you want to hear from me?” Ah, the ending of chapter five. “You know, sometimes when people like each other…” “You are my stars — someone else’s light and warmth, I can only see you at night?” “It’s a literary…” Kakashi figures his explanation could be received better by any random kamui block. There is a monologue going on. He only hopes Obito will not disturb their comfortable reading position. “You are my Moon — I want to put a strong genjutsu on you to fulfill my deepest fantasies?” Okay, that is potentially disturbing, coming from Obito. “To be fair, that isn’t what most people think…” “I thought there would be explicit scenes straight away, not this empty flowery stuff that goes nowhere!” Obito pokes one of the many offending pages. “They keep confessing over and over with slightly different words. It’s boring. How do you read this with a straight face?” Privately Kakashi has some criticisms of his own. This is after all Jiraiya’s second book, first in a new series. He could admit that some chapters stretched on, the romantic tension that is supposed to be building is more like running in circles around a point. Some of the vocabulary is questionable too… But right now Obito seems to be expecting an answer. And Kakashi knows exactly which string to play. This is war. “Does it make you feel good — hating on my favorite book?” he whines. Obito throws Icha Icha Paradise out of reach. He leans into Kakashi and brings his mouth very, very close to Kakashi’s ear. The warm breath tickles. Kakashi does not try to suppress the shiver that comes over him. “Maybe,” Obito murmurs in a suddenly deeper voice — the kind that would bring Kakashi to his knees hearing it from across a battlefield. “Do you know what else could make me feel good?”

prompt: i love you 💓

art with a side of worth surviving for; it can be even turned into a post-war #obito lives au, if i ever have the energy

pretending it's still day 5 of kakaobi week 2025 by @kkobweek

#no one knows au; when your kamui home has everything but good fiction

✨ icha icha paradise (volume 1) ✨

kakashi: your friend pein flattened the village. you know, where my apartment was. all my books were there. and i barely started rebuilding my collection when someone declared war. this is the only book i had on me. deal with it. obito: it was a rhetorical question. i never saw you read anything but icha icha. kakashi: …you saw me? wait, when? how often were you watching me? obito: kakashi: obito: can you now be angry about the fact that my friend pein flattened the author?

kakashi: how much stolen jewelry do you even have here? obito: not much, why? kakashi: these matching rings fit us both perfectly. and the sharingan red stones are spot on obito, who will forever deny sneaking into a certain someone’s room to measure their fingers in their sleep and then commissioning a perfect pair of wedding rings: obito: thanks. it was a lucky find among mountains of treasure. i kept only the best ones and pawned off the rest

#naruto #kkobweek2025 #kakashi hatake #obito uchiha #kakaobi #obikaka #naruto fanart #no one knows au #naruto au #naruto fanfiction #nic art #thank gods kakashi reads vanilla stuff and not like. stalker romance. otherwise he would have some kind of expectations for obito's behavio

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lila-lou · 4 months ago

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✨Age gap crush - Pt. 2/2✨

Summary: Jensen froze—biggest age gap crush? Jared smirked, already knowing the answer. Because Jensen didn’t do attachments. But with you? He already had.

-requested-

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language

Word Count: 6943

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 🩷

Later that day, back in the car, Jensen barely even heard Jared talking. He was too busy texting you. It wasn’t even a question of if he’d see you tonight. That was a given. It was just about what to order in—because he sure as hell wasn’t planning on going out with Jared like they usually did after conventions. Again. Unusual. For just a fling, at least.

Jensen knew that. He wasn’t stupid. But right now? He didn’t care. All he wanted was to get back to the hotel, have you in his arms, and not deal with the fact that Jared was about to tease the absolute shit out of him. Which, of course, Jared did. Jensen had barely typed out "Pizza or sushi?", before Jared let out a low, amused hum from beside him.

"That her?", Jared murmured, arms casually crossed, like he wasn’t clearly watching Jensen text. Jensen didn’t even look up. "Shut up, dude".

Jared chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, I just think it’s funny", he mused. "You usually ditch whoever you’re seeing the second we wrap a con. But now?". Jensen’s jaw tightened as he hit send.

"Now, I gotta fight for your damn attention", Jared finished, mock-offended. Jensen sighed, finally looking over at him. "Jesus, man, it’s not that deep".

Jared just grinned, fully enjoying himself. "Yeah? So tell me why you haven’t even asked if I wanted to grab dinner".

Jensen hesitated. Not because he didn’t have an answer—but because Jared already knew it. And when Jensen didn’t immediately fire back, Jared’s grin widened.

"Yeah", Jared muttered under his breath, fully entertained, shaking his head as he stared out the window.

Jensen sat back against the car seat, crossing his arms, jaw tight, trying his best to ignore the smug energy radiating off of Jared. It wasn’t working. Because Jared wasn’t done. Not even close. “So, uh…”, Jared drawled, tapping his fingers against his knee, side-eyeing Jensen like he was about to drop some real dumbass shit. “Just curious—when exactly did we stop being each other’s post-convention dinner dates?”.

Jensen sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Dude—”.

“I mean, I get it”, Jared continued, ignoring him. “It’s a big step. You and me? We’ve had a good run. But now I gotta find someone new to eat with? That’s just cold, man”.

Jensen rolled his eyes, pulling his phone back out, not even humoring him with a response. Jared just grinned, eyes flicking to the screen Jensen had just unlocked. Your name. Still sitting there in his texts. Jensen immediately tilted his phone away, but it was too late.

Jared snorted. “Jesus, dude. You are down bad”.

Jensen’s fingers tightened around his phone. “Padalecki, I swear to—”.

“You’re texting her about food? Food?”, Jared cut in, his tone somewhere between mock disbelief and sheer amusement. “Not even a ‘hey, what’s up?’ Just straight to ordering in like a goddamn married couple?”.

Jensen clenched his jaw, refusing to engage.

"Goddamn", Jared muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "It’s worse than I thought".

Jensen exhaled slowly, forcing himself to ignore him. Because here’s the thing, Jared wasn’t wrong. Jensen had spent years keeping shit casual, keeping things light, never getting too attached—especially now. But this? This thing with you? Yeah. This was different. And Jared? He fucking knew it.

Jensen didn’t even look up from his phone as he typed out a simple “Pizza it is”. But before he could hit send, Jared spoke up again. "I’m for pizza too". Jensen’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing at Jared, who was grinning like an absolute menace. Jensen squinted. “The hell you are”.

Jared shrugged, completely unbothered. “What? You didn’t say it was just a two-person meal”.

"Because it is".

Jared’s grin widened. “See, that’s interesting. Because usually, you don’t care if I tag along. Usually, I’m welcome”.

Jensen rolled his eyes, shoving his phone into his pocket, not rising to the bait. “You don’t even like hotel pizza, dude”.

"Yeah, but I like seeing you squirm". Jared shot back, eyes gleaming with pure entertainment. "And I really, really wanna see how this plays out".

Jensen let out a long, deep sigh, dragging a hand down his face. "You are such a pain in my ass".

Jared beamed. "Yeah, but you love me anyway".

Jensen knew Jared was right behind him, and he hated every second of it.

He shot his best friend a side glance, watching the way Jared was clearly too entertained, shoulders relaxed, hands in his pockets, like he was just here to observe. Like this was a damn science experiment.

Jensen gritted his teeth, swiping his key card and stepping into the room, already bracing himself for whatever the hell this night was about to turn into. And then he saw you. Lying on the bed, stretched out, comfortable, completely oblivious to the fact that his best friend was right behind him. And fuck. You were wearing his shirt. That shouldn’t have done something to him, but it did.

That familiar, worn-out t-shirt draped over your frame, riding up just enough to tease bare thighs, smooth skin… And underneath? Jensen had no idea. But he had a feeling you were about to show him. His pulse kicked up, his entire body reacting instantly, but then, Jared stepped in behind him. And you noticed.

Your relaxed expression vanished, your eyes widening instantly as you sat up fast, gripping the hem of the shirt, clearly not expecting company. Jensen winced, already anticipating what was coming.

Jared was grinning like a bastard. “Well”, Jared said, clearly enjoying the hell out of this. “Look at you. All cozy”.

Your eyes snapped to Jensen, mouth opening, then closing, completely thrown off. Jensen sighed, running a hand down his face. “Yeah, so… Jared invited himself”. “Obviously”, you muttered, still clutching the hem of the shirt, cheeks flushing.

Jared plopped down into the chair by the window, leaning back like he had all the time in the world. Before Jared could open his mouth with whatever smartass comment he had lined up, you quickly mumbled, "I’m getting dressed", and practically bolted into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.

Jensen barely hid his smirk as he watched you flee. He couldn’t blame you—Jared had a way of making situations like this ten times worse just by existing. With a heavy sigh, Jensen walked further into the room, then reached back and shoved the door shut, locking Jared inside with him.

"That was a little dramatic, don’t you think?", Jared teased, stretching his legs out like he was making himself real comfortable.

Jensen just shot him a look, rubbing the back of his neck, his mind still half-distracted by the way you looked in his damn shirt, as his eyes landed on something.

A small shopping bag. Right next to the bed. Jensen frowned, walking closer, his gaze sharpening as he read the label. Aubade. His stomach flipped. He knew that brand. Very well. It was your favorite. And that little, innocent-looking bag? Was empty. Fuck.

Jensen’s throat went dry, his brain quickly catching up to what that meant. And suddenly, his entire perspective of the night shifted. Because if that bag was empty, that meant whatever you’d bought was already on you. Under that shirt. In that bathroom. Right now.

Fucking shit.

Jensen exhaled sharply, dragging a hand over his face, suddenly feeling ten times more frustrated than he already was. Because this night was not supposed to go like this. And now, Jared was sitting in the damn chair, completely ruining any chance of him seeing exactly what you had planned. Jensen clenched his jaw, his patience officially gone. Jared needed to get the hell out. Immediately.

Jensen shot Jared a sharp look, one that clearly meant You are the biggest pain in my ass, before pushing himself off the wall and walking straight toward the bathroom.

Jared barely had time to react before Jensen muttered lowly, "I’m coming in", and pushed the door open, stepping inside without hesitation. You gasped, your hands frozen mid-motion as you were about to slip on your yoga pants, your top still lying on the counter. And Jensen? Jensen saw everything. Fuck. His entire body locked up as his eyes dragged slowly over you, taking in every inch of what you were wearing. It was new. Black, delicate, lace-trimmed Aubade lingerie, hugging every curve, dipping low where it should, sitting high on your hips, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. His breathing stalled, his grip on the door tightening.

His head fell back, groaning. Annoyed. Turned on. Frustrated as hell. Because holy shit, you looked unbelievable. And because Jared, his absolute dumbass best friend, was still sitting in the next room, completely ruining the moment.

"You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me", Jensen muttered under his breath, running a frustrated hand down his face, his entire body burning. You blinked, startled at first, before realization dawned in your eyes—the way he was looking at you, the way he was standing there like he wanted to either punch a wall or pin you against one.

A slow, knowing smirk curled your lips. "Problem?", you asked, voice dripping with fake innocence, tilting your head as you stood there, completely unapologetic for how wrecked you just made him.

Jensen exhaled sharply, shaking his head, jaw clenching tight. "Yeah", he muttered, voice low, strained, dangerous. "You".

You bit your lip, stepping just slightly closer, watching the way his hands flexed, like he was holding himself back from reaching for you.

Jensen’s jaw ticked, his eyes still dark as he stood there, doing his best to keep his damn hands to himself.

And then you spoke.

“Thought you might be exhausted after getting drooled over for so many hours…”. Your voice was smooth, teasing, your fingers trailing over his chest, brushing over the fabric of his t-shirt, light as a feather but devastating all the same. “So I wanted to put on a little show tonight”.

Jensen groaned softly, his grip on the doorframe tightening, his entire body on edge. You let your fingers drift lower, just briefly, before you suddenly pinched his stomach, your expression turning mock-innocent as you pulled away.

“But we’ve got company”. And with that, you turned around, grabbing your yoga pants and stepping into them, like you were just going to let him suffer in silence.

Yeah. No fucking way. Jensen moved before he even thought about it, his hands grabbing your waist, yanking you back against him before you could even pull the damn pants all the way up.

Your breath caught, your body colliding with his, your back flush against his chest, trapped against solid muscle and heat.

Jensen’s lips hovered just below your ear, his breath slow, heavy, controlled, but barely. "That’s real cute, sweetheart", he muttered, his voice low, gravelly, dangerous.

You swallowed hard, feeling the way his fingers flexed against your waist, his grip possessive, firm, but not rough. Not yet. Jensen smirked, his lips brushing your skin as he leaned in closer. "But you and I both know", he murmured, voice gritted, thick with frustration, "you’re not getting away with that".

Your stomach flipped, your hands gripping his wrists, feeling the way his fingers tightened ever so slightly, keeping you right there.

His voice dropped even lower, a quiet, warning growl. "Jared or no Jared, you just started something. And I promise you—I'm gonna finish it". And fuck. You really, really hoped Jared would leave soon.

Your breath caught, your body going still as Jensen’s hand slipped inside your lace panties, fingers trailing lower, just barely teasing over where you were already aching for him.

His other arm tightened around your waist, keeping you pressed against his chest, your back molded to the hard planes of his stomach, making sure you couldn’t squirm away.

Not that you wanted to. "Jensen—", you started, your voice barely a whisper, but he just shushed you, his lips ghosting over the curve of your neck.

"Shhh, sweetheart", he murmured, his voice rough, gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine. "You don’t wanna let Jared hear, do you?".

Fuck. Your fingers gripped his wrists, but it was useless—he was too strong, his grip too firm, holding you exactly where he wanted you, before his fingers dipped lower. Your entire body jerked, a quiet, shaky breath slipping out as he brushed right over your clit, slow, taunting, the lace doing nothing to dull the sensation.

Jensen let out a low chuckle, amused at how quickly you reacted. "Fuck", he muttered, voice thick with approval, his fingers pressing just a little firmer, making your stomach clench, thighs trembling. "This all for me?".

Your cheeks burned, your body betraying you, hips subtly rolling into his touch, but he just held you still, torturing you with the slowest, most maddening pace imaginable.

"Thought you were supposed to be getting dressed", he murmured, his smirk audible in his voice. "But now? Look at you".

His fingers slipped under the lace completely, skin to skin now, teasing over your already soaking folds, spreading the wetness with slow, calculated strokes. Your knees almost buckled, your hand slapping against the counter for support. Jensen grinned against your neck, his other arm keeping you steady, keeping you right where he wanted. "You wanted to put on a little show tonight?", he taunted, voice dark, teasing. "I think you forgot who the hell you’re dealing with".

Your breath hitched, your body desperately needing more, but just as you were about to grind against his fingers, but then there was a knock on the bathroom door. "Hey, lovebirds!", Jared’s voice rang through the room, amused, smug as hell. "Y’all coming out anytime soon, or should I just assume you’re giving me a free concert?".

Jensen let out a frustrated groan, his head falling against your shoulder, his fingers still pressed against you, but now frozen, caught in the act.

You bit your lip hard, barely holding back a whimper, your body on fire, needing him to keep going—but now? Completely stuck.

Jensen sighed heavily, reluctantly pulling his hand away, but not before one last slow, torturous stroke, just to punish you for teasing him earlier. You exhaled shakily, glaring at the door. Jared was so fucking dead.

Jensen’s hand rested on your hip, his grip still firm, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. "This ain’t over".

And you knew, without a doubt, the second Jared left? You were in for it.

The three of you sat around the small hotel table, the smell of melted cheese and pepperoni filling the air. Jensen had finally relaxed, his arm resting on the back of his chair, a slice of pizza in one hand as he talked about the convention.

But Jared wasn’t really listening to the words coming out of Jensen’s mouth. No, he was too busy watching how Jensen was talking. Because it wasn’t normal. Not the way he usually recounted convention stories, throwing in snarky remarks and playful exaggerations just for the hell of it. Not the way he usually bullshitted his way through conversations just to keep things light and entertaining.

No. This was different. Jensen was telling you about his day, and only you. Sure, Jared was sitting right there, but it was like Jensen forgot he existed.

His eyes stayed on you, his voice a little softer, his usual cocky smirk replaced with something more real. His words weren’t just casual storytelling—they were meant for you, directed at you. Like he wanted you to know. Like he wanted to share it with you.

Jared sat back in his chair, chewing on his pizza thoughtfully, watching as you leaned in slightly, nodding along, smiling, actually engaged in what he was saying.

And Jensen was eating that shit up. The way his eyes crinkled when you laughed, the way his gaze flickered to your lips when you smiled, the way his fingers absentmindedly tapped against the table—yeah. Jared had seen this before. But not from Jensen. At least, not like this. Then, he exhaled slowly, setting his pizza down, deciding to test something.

Jensen was so distracted, so caught up in the way you were looking at him, the way you were actually listening to him, that he didn’t notice the way Jared’s smirk started to curl. Oh, yeah. This was gonna be fun.

Jared stretched, fake casual, before tilting his head toward you. “So”, he said, wiping his hands on a napkin, “you got a boyfriend?”.

Jensen froze mid-sentence, his pizza halfway to his mouth. You blinked, caught off guard, before letting out a small laugh. “What?”.

Jared smirked, eyes flicking between you and Jensen, deliberately dragging it out.

“You know, besides being Jensen’s little…”, he trailed off, pausing for dramatic effect, then grinned. “…companion”.

Jensen’s brows shot up, his jaw tightening slightly as he set his pizza down with a soft thud. "Dude”, Jensen muttered, his voice low, warning.

Jared just laughed, holding up his hands. “What? It’s a valid question”.

You bit your lip, watching the way Jensen’s whole demeanor shifted, not quite angry, but something close. Possessive. Protective. And Jared saw it too.

Jensen’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling into a loose fist against the table as he exhaled slowly. Because fuck. Jared was poking the bear, as usual, just to get a reaction—but this time, it actually worked. Because until this exact second, Jensen had never actually thought about it. About you… with someone else. And the realization that it would bother the hell out of him?

Yeah. That was a problem. Because in Jensen’s world—in Hollywood—things were different. Cheating, open arrangements, casual flings, people sleeping around even when they were supposedly with someone else… none of it was uncommon. He’d seen it. Hell, he and danneel had done it themselves.

Jensen's eyes flicked to you, waiting for an answer. Because up until now, he’d never felt the need to ask. Never felt the urge to clarify where you stood. But now it was different. He wasn’t sure why.

Maybe it was the way Jared had phrased it. Maybe it was the teasing smirk on his best friend’s face, the way he was waiting to see Jensen react. Or maybe it was because Jensen knew exactly what this world was like.

Hell, he and Danneel had been in one of those marriages, the kind where sleeping with other people wasn’t exactly off the table as long as it stayed quiet. It had worked, for a while. Until it didn’t.

So why did the thought of you with someone else make something hot and bitter coil in his chest? His eyes stayed on you, unreadable, his body too still.

You swallowed, choosing your words carefully. "I don’t really have time for that", you finally said, tilting your head slightly, watching the way Jensen's shoulders stayed tense even after your answer. "Between work and… other things".

Jensen exhaled through his nose, jaw tight, fingers tapping once against the table before he finally leaned back.

"Right", he muttered, taking another sip of his drink.

Jared grinned, catching every damn microexpression Jensen was trying to bury.

"So basically", Jared said, sitting back, looking way too amused, "Jensen doesn’t share, huh?".

Jensen’s head snapped toward him, narrowing his eyes. "Jesus, dude".

You laughed, shaking your head. But Jensen wasn’t laughing. Because for the first time, he wasn’t so sure he liked what this thing between you two was anymore. Because he knew what it wasn’t. Casual.

Jensen tried to play it cool, tried to act like Jared’s words didn’t just expose something he hadn’t even admitted to himself yet. But the truth was? Jared was right. And that pissed him off. Because Jensen doesn’t share. Not when he actually gives a damn. And fuck, somewhere along the way, without even realizing it, he’d started giving a damn about you.

He ran his tongue over his teeth, staying quiet, leaning back in his chair like he wasn’t completely rethinking everything, while Jared was having the time of his life.

"Alright, I’m just sayin’", Jared continued, fully enjoying himself now, “for a guy who swears this is just a casual thing, you sure look like you’re about to break something".

Jensen let out a slow breath, glaring at Jared, his voice low, gritted. "You done?".

Jared grinned, popping another piece of pizza into his mouth. "Oh, not even close, man".

You bit your lip, watching the way Jensen’s fingers flexed on the table, his entire posture tense, like he was holding himself back. That was interesting. Because up until now, Jensen was always in control. Always the one calling the shots, always the one dictating what this thing was between you two. But right now, Jared had shaken something loose. And you could see it all over him.

You smirked, playing with the rim of your drink, letting the silence stretch a little longer before finally tilting your head. "So…", you mused, your tone light, teasing, but your words deliberate, "is that true?".

Jensen’s gaze snapped to you, green eyes sharp, something dark and possessive flickering behind them. "Is what true?", he asked, voice low, measured, like he was daring you to push.

You raised a brow. "That you don’t share?".

Jared let out a low whistle, muttering a quiet “oh, shit” under his breath, but neither of you looked at him. This wasn’t about Jared anymore. This was between you and Jensen.

Jensen held your gaze, his expression unreadable, his jaw ticking once before he finally exhaled through his nose, before he leaned in, his forearms resting on the table, his entire focus on you now. "You looking for an answer, sweetheart?", he murmured, his voice gravelly, his eyes locked onto yours.

Your stomach flipped, but you held his gaze, refusing to back down. "Maybe", you mused, feigning nonchalance.

Jensen’s lips curved, but his eyes? Dead serious. "Then listen real close", he muttered, fingers curling slightly against the table. "I don’t".

The air in the room shifted. Your breath hitched, heat flaring through you, but you refused to let him see how much that answer affected you.

Jared, meanwhile, let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. "Well, damn", he muttered. "That took a turn".

Jensen ignored him, his gaze still fixed on you, waiting. Waiting to see what you’d say next. What you’d do next. And you? You suddenly had a whole new game to play.

The air was thick now, something heavy and unspoken sitting between you and Jensen. You held his gaze, heart pounding, heat coiling low in your stomach at the way he looked at you. Like he’d just staked a claim. Like he’d just decided something—about you, about this, about whatever the hell it was between you two.

"Well", Jared finally broke the silence, stretching his arms over his head. "This has been wildly entertaining, but I should probably head out before the tension in this room sets something on fire".

You barely registered his words. Because Jensen hadn’t moved. Hadn’t blinked. Hadn’t looked away from you once.

Jared stood up, grabbing his jacket, shaking his head with a low chuckle. "Seriously, man", he muttered, clapping Jensen on the shoulder. "Next time, just write Property of Jensen Ackles on her and save us all the trouble". Jensen gritted his teeth, but before he could snap back, you let out a soft, amused laugh, leaning forward slightly.

"Next time?", you mused, raising a brow. "Sounds like you think there’s gonna be a next time, Jared". Jared’s grin widened, looking between the two of you. "Oh, there’s a next time", he said with full confidence, already heading toward the door. "And the two of you are the last people to figure it out". Jensen let out a low, irritated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as the door swung shut behind Jared.

Jensen leaned back in his chair, dragging a slow hand down his face before letting out a heavy exhale. "That guy’s a real pain in my ass", he muttered.

You smirked, taking another slow sip of your drink. "Yeah?", you mused, tilting your head. "Because he calls you out on your shit?".

Jensen’s lips twitched, but his eyes were still locked on you, assessing, like he was still trying to figure out exactly what to do with you now. "Because he doesn’t know when to shut the hell up", Jensen corrected, but his voice was lower now, rougher, like his patience was starting to wear thin. And not in a bad way.

Your smirk widened, leaning back in your chair, watching him. "So", you said slowly, your fingers tracing the rim of your glass, playing with him now. "You don’t share, huh?".

Jensen exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle, before suddenly pushing back his chair, standing up, and walking toward you. You swallowed. Oh, shit.

He stopped just beside your chair, looking down at you, one hand braced on the table, the other gripping the back of your chair as he leaned in close. "You think that’s funny?", he murmured, voice gravelly, his breath warm against your skin.

Your breath hitched, but you forced yourself to hold your ground, tilting your chin up. "A little", you admitted, feigning innocence.

Jensen smirked, but his eyes? Not amused. "Yeah?", he murmured, his fingers brushing your knee, sliding just slightly higher, his touch deliberate, teasing.

Your stomach flipped, your body already reacting, betraying you.

Jensen’s lips brushed your ear, his voice dropping even lower. "Then let me make something real clear, sweetheart", he muttered, his fingers trailing higher, his grip tightening. "You’re mine".

Your breath caught, heat surging through you, your fingers curling against your lap.

Jensen’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk, his voice like gravel and sin as he pulled back just slightly, enough to look you in the eyes. "And I don’t fucking share".

Jensen’s fingers tightened on the back of your chair as he pushed it back, the legs scraping against the hotel floor with a deliberate slowness that sent a shiver down your spine. His green eyes flickered with something dark, something possessive, something that made your pulse skip as he tilted his head slightly, watching you. "Get on the bed". His voice was low, firm, certain. It wasn’t a request.

Your breath caught, heat curling deep in your stomach, because—fuck. He was serious. You swallowed, your body thrumming with anticipation, but you held his gaze, refusing to break the tension. "That an order?", you mused, challenging him, just to see how far you could push.

Jensen’s smirk was dangerous, his fingers dragging slowly along the edge of the table as he leaned in just a little. "You wanna find out what happens if you don’t listen?", he murmured, voice rough, his tone dripping with warning.

Your stomach flipped, a pulse of heat shooting through you, because yeah, you wanted to find out. But you also knew this was a game Jensen would win every time. So, instead of pushing further, you let out a slow, steady exhale, keeping your movements deliberate as you slowly stood up, your chair nudging back against the table.

Jensen’s eyes tracked every step you took as you moved toward the bed, his jaw ticking slightly, his fingers flexing at his sides, like he was holding himself back.

The second the back of your knees hit the mattress, you stopped, tilting your head. "Now what?", you asked, voice light, teasing.

Jensen let out a low, amused chuckle, shaking his head as he stepped closer—slow, predatory, his hands slipping into his pockets like he wasn’t already planning a hundred different ways to ruin you. He stopped in front of you, his body close, towering, his heat pressing into yours without even touching you.

He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice pure gravel. "Now?". His hands slid to your hips, fingers curling into the fabric of your waistband, his touch possessive, claiming. "Now I make sure you don’t forget exactly who you belong to".

His hands gripped your waist, pushing you back onto the bed in one smooth motion, making you gasp, your body bouncing slightly against the mattress.

Your heart hammered, heat surging through your veins, but you still had the nerve to smirk up at him. "Possessive much?", you mused, tilting your head, even as your thighs pressed together in anticipation.

Jensen let out a low, dark chuckle, his hands trailing slowly down your legs, eyes locked onto yours as he hooked his fingers under your waistband. "You think that’s news, sweetheart?", he murmured, his voice gravelly, dangerous, teasing.

Without warning, he yanked your yoga pants down, slow enough to make you ache, his eyes darkening as more of you was revealed, his jaw clenching slightly. Because there it was. The lingerie. The one you’d put on just for him. The one he hadn’t gotten the chance to fully appreciate earlier because of Jared.

Jensen’s breath came out slow, measured, his fingers tracing over the delicate lace, his eyes tracking every little reaction you gave him. "Yeah, see…", he murmured, gritting his teeth as his hands spanned your thighs, holding you in place. "This? This is a problem".

You swallowed hard, watching the way his entire demeanor shifted, like he was holding himself back just enough to make you lose your mind. "A problem?", you echoed, feigning innocence, even as your body betrayed you, reacting to every little movement, every little touch.

Jensen let out a slow, low hum, his fingers pressing in just enough to make your thighs twitch. "Yeah", he said, tilting his head. "Because you put this on knowing damn well what it would do to me". His voice dropped even lower, his fingers dragging over the lace with slow, lazy strokes, teasing, taunting, making your breath stutter. "And now?". His smirk was dark, satisfied, knowing. "Now I gotta do something about it".

Jensen’s hands tightened on your thighs, his fingers teasing over the delicate lace just enough to make your skin burn.

Your breath hitched, anticipation curling through you, but you still had the nerve to smirk up at him, your fingers curling into the sheets beneath you. "Do something about it, then", you murmured, challenging him, your voice low, teasing.

Jensen’s jaw ticked, his green eyes darkening, tracking every little reaction you gave him. "Sweetheart", he murmured, his fingers hooking under the lace, tugging it just slightly, letting it snap back against your skin in a way that sent a sharp pulse of heat through you. "You really shouldn’t test me right now".

Your stomach flipped, but you refused to break, tilting your head, pushing him just a little further. "Or what?", you mused, voice light, feigning innocence.

Jensen let out a low, dark chuckle, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh, slow, deliberate, his breath steady, controlled—but barely. "You really wanna find out?", he muttered, voice like gravel and sin, his thumb brushing over the lace, teasing exactly where you needed him the most.

Your breath stuttered, your thighs clenching, and Jensen saw it—felt it—his smirk deepening in satisfaction.

"Yeah", he murmured, more to himself than to you, his fingers pressing just slightly harder. "That’s what I thought".

You swallowed, trying to keep control, but the way he was watching you, the way his fingers were barely touching you but still unraveling you completely—it was too much. Your nails dug into the sheets, your body already betraying you, and Jensen knew it.

"You wanna play games, sweetheart?", he murmured, his other hand sliding up your stomach, pushing the hem of his own damn shirt higher on your body.

Your pulse pounded, heat curling low in your belly.

Jensen leaned in, his breath hot against your skin, his lips brushing just below your ear. "Let me remind you who always wins".

Jensen’s smirk turned dangerous, his fingers still teasing over the lace, feeling the way your body reacted to him, the way your breathing had already shifted. His hands left you suddenly, making you whimper at the loss, but before you could even process it— "Take it off". His voice was low, firm, completely in control.

You blinked, your breath catching slightly. "What?".

Jensen reached for the hem of his own shirt, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside like it was nothing. "The shirt. Off. Now".

Your stomach flipped, heat rushing through you as your fingers gripped the fabric, your body already obeying before you could even think about it. Your pulse pounded as you pulled Jensen’s shirt over your head, exposing more of the lingerie you’d picked just for him, the air cool against your bare skin.

Jensen’s eyes darkened immediately. His jaw tensed, his green gaze tracking every inch of you, lingering on the lace, on the way it hugged you perfectly, leaving just enough to his imagination—but not nearly enough to satisfy him. "Fuck, sweetheart". His voice was low, gritted, his fingers working at the button of his jeans, shoving them down in one smooth motion, never breaking eye contact.

Your breath hitched, your thighs pressing together as you watched him undress, every lean, toned inch of him revealed, your mouth going dry.

Jensen saw it.

And he grinned, running a hand through his hair, his eyes flickering with something heated, something dangerous. "You gonna just sit there staring, or you gonna lay back and let me show you exactly what happens when you push me".

Your stomach flipped once more, heat surging through you, but you still held his gaze, refusing to back down. "Maybe I like pushing you", you murmured, your voice lighter than you felt inside.

Jensen let out a low, amused chuckle, shaking his head as he crawled onto the bed, his body looming over yours, his weight pressing you into the mattress. "Yeah?", he muttered, his breath brushing over your lips, his fingers sliding along the lace strap of your bra, snapping it just slightly, enough to make you shiver. "Then you’re gonna love what happens next".

Jensen’s eyes never left yours as he reached down, his fingers hooking under the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down with zero hesitation.

And fuck—you barely had a second to process how good he looked, how absolutely wrecked he already seemed for you—before his hands were on you again. One firm grip on your waist, the other pressing against your back, flipping you onto your stomach with no effort at all. You gasped, your fingers bracing against the sheets, but before you could even think about moving, Jensen’s hands were on your hips, pulling you back—hard.

“Fucking tease”, he muttered, his voice low, gritted.

Your breath came out shaky, your body reacting immediately, your back arching as he aligned himself behind you, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you firmly in place.

He exhaled sharply, his lips brushing over your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin.

"You wanna push me, sweetheart?", he murmured, his voice dark, dangerous, his grip tightening, holding you still as he dragged himself right against you, teasing, taunting.

Your body shuddered, heat coiling deep in your stomach, but you refused to break, your fingers curling into the sheets.

Jensen let out a low, amused chuckle, his hands trailing down your sides, over the lace, his lips brushing against the nape of your neck. "Hope you know what you started", he muttered, his voice thick with pure need.

Because now, he was gonna make sure you felt this for days.

Jensen’s grip tightened on your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin with a bruising intensity, like he was marking you, making damn sure you knew exactly who you belonged to.

In one sharp, unrelenting thrust, he pushed inside you, stretching you completely, forcing a gasping moan from your lips as he filled you in one stroke.

"Fuck, sweetheart", Jensen groaned, his voice low, gritted, strained, his forehead momentarily dropping against your bare shoulder as he adjusted to the way you clenched around him.

Your fingers curled into the sheets, your back arching, your body thrumming with heat and pleasure and something deeper than either of those things.

He didn’t give you a second to recover—didn’t give himself one either.

Jensen’s hands slid up your waist, up your back, gripping the straps of your lace bra, using them as leverage as he snapped his hips forward again, dragging a choked moan from your lips.

"Yeah, that’s it, baby", he muttered, his voice like gravel and sin, his hands controlling every movement, every push, every pull. "You feel that?", he gritted out, pulling back just enough to make you whimper before thrusting deep again, hitting that spot that made your entire body tremble.

Your breath came out ragged, your moans helpless, your body completely at his mercy as he set a pace that had you already unraveling.

Jensen let out a low chuckle, his lips brushing over your shoulder, his voice teasing, wrecked, but still so in control.

"Yeah, you love pushing me, huh?", he muttered, his grip tightening, his pace relentless. "Let’s see how much you can take".

Jensen’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he slammed into you again, his pace unforgiving, completely in control.

Your moans spilled into the sheets, your back arching instinctively, your body taking everything he gave you.

"Fuck, sweetheart", Jensen groaned, his voice low, rough, his breath hot against your skin. "You feel how deep I am?".

You could only whimper, your nails clawing at the sheets, because yes—you felt it. All of it. Every inch, every deliberate thrust, every time he buried himself inside you like he was staking a claim.

Jensen let out a gritty chuckle, his chest pressing against your back as he leaned over you, his lips grazing your ear, his pace never faltering. "Not so cocky now, huh?", he murmured, his voice teasing, but wrecked all the same.

Your stomach clenched, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps, but you still managed to push back against him, earning a sharp groan from Jensen.

That did something to him.

His hands left your waist, grabbing your wrists, pulling them behind your back, pinning you beneath him as his pace quickened, harder, deeper, relentless.

"Shit, Jay", you gasped, your body trembling, pleasure coiling so tight you could barely breathe.

Jensen’s grip on your wrists tightened, his lips brushing against your jaw, your shoulder, his voice gritted, desperate, possessive. "That’s it, baby. Take it. All of it".

And you did. Because he wasn’t giving you a choice.

Your entire body tightened, your back arching, your breath catching in your throat as the pleasure hit you full force. "Jensen—", you gasped, your voice breaking, your thighs shaking as the orgasm ripped through you, wave after relentless wave.

Jensen let out a low, guttural groan, feeling you clench around him, his grip on your wrists tightening, his body throbbing with need as he kept driving into you, dragging it out, making sure you felt every second of it.

"Fuck—," he gritted out, his rhythm stuttering for the first time, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force, his breath hot against your ear.

Your legs nearly gave out, your body completely wrecked, but Jensen didn’t let up. Didn’t let you come down. His pace stayed brutal, chasing his own release, using your body like it belonged to him. And fuck, you wanted it to. "That’s it, sweetheart", Jensen muttered, voice rough, wrecked, his hands tight on your waist, keeping you right where he wanted you. "Fucking perfect—".

His thrusts grew erratic, his breath gritted, his body tensing against yours. With a low, wrecked groan, he buried himself deep, his fingers digging into your skin, his release spilling inside you, hot, overwhelming, endless.

He stilled, his forehead dropping against your shoulder, his breath ragged, his hands still holding you tight, grounding both of you.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your uneven breathing, the heat between your bodies, the aftermath of everything that just happened.

Jensen let out a slow, shaky breath, finally loosening his grip, letting your hands go, his fingers tracing over the marks he’d just left on your skin.

He smirked against your shoulder, his lips brushing over your damp skin as he whispered, "Yeah. You’re not going anywhere".

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Han

You’re completely immersed in your book, the world around you fading as you turn the pages. Reading is your favorite escape, a quiet comfort that brings you peace. But just as you’re sinking deeper into the story, a hand suddenly snatches the book out of your grasp. You blink, startled, realizing that Han is standing in front of you. Without warning, he hurls the book across the room with a force that sends it crashing against the wall, the loud thud jolting you out of your peaceful reverie. The book lands on the floor, pages crumpled, and for a moment, you’re too stunned to speak. “Have you even noticed I’ve been here this whole time?” His voice cuts through the silence, filled with a sharp edge of anger that makes your heart skip a beat. “Are those stupid words more interesting to you than me?” There’s frustration in his tone, but there’s something else too—a raw vulnerability, as if he’s trying to mask his own insecurities with anger. You look up at him, seeing the mixture of hurt and irritation in his eyes. It’s more than just frustration; it’s a deep-seated insecurity that rears its head every time you lose yourself in your hobbies.

He hates the way your books seem to draw you away, making him feel like an outsider, as if he’s competing with words on a page for your attention. And no matter how much he tries to ignore it, it eats at him, making him question how much you truly care. He lets out a harsh breath, running a hand through his hair as if trying to steady himself. “Do you even care that I’m here?” he demands, his voice breaking slightly. “Or am I just supposed to sit around, watching you get lost in your own world, feeling like I don’t even exist to you?” His words hang in the air, heavy and filled with an ache he can’t fully hide. You open your mouth to respond, but he continues, the frustration spilling over. “Maybe I should just burn all those books—would that finally get your attention? Make you look at me, instead of always burying yourself in them?” There’s a desperation in his voice now, a vulnerability that’s almost painful to witness, as if he’s baring a part of himself he doesn’t want you to see. For him, it’s not just about the books or your hobbies—it’s about the fear that maybe he’s not enough to hold your attention, that he’ll never mean as much to you as those stories do.

And as he stands there, waiting for you to say something, you can see how much this truly bothers him, how much he longs for reassurance that he’s not invisible to you. "If you want to keep those books, you'd better not get too lost in them," he says, his voice low and firm, each word measured and carrying an unmistakable warning. He steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours, trapping you between his arms as he braces himself on either side of you. The intensity in his eyes pins you in place, leaving you feeling cornered, as if there’s nowhere to escape his scrutiny. "I don’t like it when you ignore me," he continues, his tone tinged with a simmering frustration. His eyes are dark and unwavering, searching yours as if demanding an answer, needing to know that you understand what he’s saying. There’s a raw, almost possessive edge in his voice, a silent insistence that you remember he’s here—that he’s the one who should have your attention. He leans in slightly, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath, his presence consuming the space between you. “Make sure you’ve got that in your mind,” he says, his voice soft yet laced with a hint of a warning, as if he’s daring you to look away or challenge him.

Felix

Felix’s grip on his glass tightens so much that his knuckles turn a stark white against the dark wood of the bar. He watches you, his gaze unwavering, stormy, his jaw set hard as if biting back words he doesn't want to say. Every so often, he brings his drink to his lips, taking a slow, controlled sip, but his eyes never leave you. His attention is riveted on you, locked onto the way you throw your head back with laughter, the way you lean in, smiling, as you engage with the people around you. He’s watching every detail, every casual brush of your hand, every animated gesture, every sparkling smile you offer to those sitting beside you. The laughter surrounding you fills the space like a bright, airy melody, but in Felix’s mind, it’s a sound that grates on his nerves, reminding him of something he hates to admit, something he can’t help but resent. He watches you throw yourself into every conversation with that effortless charm of yours, capturing everyone’s attention without even trying. It's something he’s never understood about you—the way you seem drawn to the energy and approval of others, the way you seem to thrive under their gaze.

And you do it all so naturally, like it’s second nature to you, as if it’s simply who you are. But the thought gnaws at him, unsettling him in a way he can’t control. Why do you care so much about what they think? He wonders why his own presence, his own attention, doesn’t seem to be enough for you. Isn’t that all you need? He’s always been there, always the one standing closest to you, watching you, knowing all the little things that make you laugh, the ways your eyes light up, the little gestures you make when you’re deep in conversation. But as much as he knows you, as much as he feels connected to you, this part of you—the part that shines for everyone—remains just beyond his grasp. As soon as the two of you were alone, he grabbed your arm and dragged you back to his place, his grip firm and unrelenting. The door slammed shut behind you, echoing through the room and leaving a tension that was thick and unsettling. His sudden change in demeanor left you feeling uneasy, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. He fixed you with a cold, penetrating stare, his gaze so intense it felt like it was stripping away every layer of defense you had.

"Is it fun getting their attention?" he asked, his voice low and laced with a quiet rage that made his words all the more frightening. The question hung in the air, his deep voice dripping with accusation, making it feel like he could shatter you with just a look. "Is it fun to bask in anyone else's attention but mine? Because from where I’m standing," he continued, his eyes never leaving yours, "it doesn’t look like there’s anything ‘good’ in you having me but acting like you’re so starved for attention that you have to seek it from anyone else, like some lonely soul without a lover." He took a few slow, deliberate steps toward you, each one calculated, closing the distance between you as his towering frame loomed over you. The intensity in his eyes didn’t waver, and you could feel the weight of his words pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe. "This is my warning," he murmured, his voice chilling and measured. "Consider yourself lucky. If I find out you pull something like that again, I’ll make sure you never have the chance to grab anyone’s attention. Ever again." The promise was dark and unmistakable, sending a shiver through you as his gaze held you firmly in place, every word he said echoing in your mind.

Seungmin

It felt profoundly unfair to Seungmin when you didn’t show any gratitude for all the effort he poured into everything he did for you. Every small gesture, every thoughtful act, meant the world to him, yet your indifference stung deeply. He couldn't shake off the frustration that churned within him, particularly when he sensed your ignorance of all his hard work. As you simply nodded at the dessert he had painstakingly learned to make once he discovered it was your favorite, he felt a flicker of anger ignite inside him. The spoon he held felt like a fragile thing in his grip, and he squeezed it tightly, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to contain his emotions. Moments later, unable to bear it any longer, he slammed the spoon onto the table with a sharp clatter that broke the silence, the sound reverberating in the air like a sudden thunderclap. He stood up abruptly, the movement sending a ripple of shock through the room, and began to circle the dining table, his frustration palpable with each stride he took toward you.

He stopped directly in front of you, his expression a mix of hurt and exasperation. “Do you even realize how much I put into this?” he demanded, his voice low but charged with emotion. “I wanted to do something special for you, and all you can do is nod?” The tension between you crackled, and he could feel his heart racing, caught between his desire to express his feelings and the hurt that came from your apparent indifference. His hand trembled with barely contained anger as he faced you, the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment. “All the things I do for you...” he began, his voice strained, carrying the weight of his frustration. He stopped for a moment, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, trying to rein in the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to spill over. He needed to calm himself, to gather his thoughts before he let his anger get the best of him. “All the things!” he continued, his voice rising slightly as he struggled to keep his composure. “Can’t you at least say a damn thank you?” The plea hung in the air, echoing with a mix of desperation and hurt.

He looked at you, searching for any sign of acknowledgment, any hint that you recognized the effort he poured into every small gesture, every thoughtful act he had done for you. "Eat this. Now." Seungmin’s voice was low but laced with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. His eyes held a stern, unyielding gaze, the kind that left no room for argument. He leaned in closer, his tone taking on a dangerous edge as he spoke, "And from now on, you’re going to be more aware, more grateful for every single damn thing I do for you. Understand?" He held out the spoon firmly, his grip tightening as if daring you to defy him. The way he looked at you made it clear that he expected nothing less than compliance. His expression was a mixture of frustration and something else, something deeper, that sent a chill down your spine. "You wouldn’t want to see me mad again, would you?" he added, his voice dropping to a quiet but potent warning. The threat lingered in the air, a reminder of the weight his anger carried, and his gaze bore into you, making it clear that he expected you to listen.

Jeongin

He gets visibly frustrated whenever he sees you stumble or drop something, his eyes always drawn to your every clumsy move, each one stirring his concern. Ironically, he’s just as prone to accidents himself; he knows firsthand how easy it is to get hurt in a split second. Perhaps that’s exactly why his frustration with you grows—it’s not just annoyance but genuine worry because he knows just how much a small misstep can lead to something serious, as he's experienced so many times himself. To keep you safe, he’s become hyper-vigilant, watching over you more closely than you might like. He practically has eyes in the back of his head, always noticing when you’re about to trip or reach for something potentially hazardous. Sometimes, his protectiveness feels almost smothering; he keeps such a close watch that you feel he’s always in the room with you, guiding your every movement, as if trying to control every factor around you. Even when he’s not physically present, you’ll receive a flurry of messages, checking in on what you’re doing and reminding you to be cautious.

Just as your fingers hover over the knife handle, his hand darts out, intercepting you with a firm grasp. “How many times have I told you not to cook by yourself?” he says sharply, his tone tinged with impatience and a protectiveness that feels like it’s crossed the line into control. His gaze is unwavering, locked onto you with an intensity that leaves no room for argument. You let out a sigh, a flicker of frustration and defiance slipping into your voice as you answer, “But I want to. I can handle it. I’m not as helpless as you think.” His expression doesn’t soften for a moment. If anything, your words only seem to harden his resolve. “Just because you want to,” he begins, his voice a low, steady warning, “you think that means I’m going to stand by and let you mess with something that could hurt you?” His eyes flash with an almost parental authority, a refusal to back down. “That’s not how this works.” With a purposeful motion, he nudges the knife away from your reach with the toe of his shoe, making his stance clear.

“If I say no, it’s no,” he states firmly, his voice carrying an edge that’s impossible to ignore. He grips your wrist with a sudden, unyielding force, his fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to make you wince. The pressure is intense, almost as if he wants to leave a lasting mark, a reminder of his control. His gaze is sharp, locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your stomach churn. “Understand?” he asks, his voice low and clipped, each word carrying a weight that makes his intentions unmistakably clear. “You’re going to do exactly what I tell you,” he continues, his voice tightening. “If I ever catch you doing something I told you not to…” He pauses, allowing the silence to hang between you, thick and charged. His eyes hold yours, unblinking, dark with a fierce resolve that sends a chill down your spine. “I’ll make sure you learn to obey me.” The words linger in the air, a promise and a threat, making it clear that he won’t tolerate any disobedience. His grip remains firm, unyielding, almost daring you to defy him as he lets the message settle in, making sure you know exactly what he expects from you.

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night-raven-miscellany · 10 months ago

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✨Was sitting in my room eating some sour gummy worms (one of my fave sweets) and then decided I wanted to make a silly one-off post about everyone's favorite sweet treats as a result. Because why not?

✨My only thing, though, is I cannot choose their favorite foods (simply bc most of my OCs favorite foods are already generally sweet [red bean mochi, shortbread cookies, caramels, almond bark, dark chocolate. Literally only Rusul and Izem are the exception lmao]).

🦐: Yuna's allergic to coconut, so there are quite a few candies that she DOESN'T like. However one of her favorite sweets to get is chewy fruit candies like Starburst or HiChew. Her particular favorite flavors are the mango and the grape ones, but she also likes the odd flavors you can find (like the drink flavor mix)

🎩: Lewis's favorite candy is probably something like those shoddy strawberry or butterscotch hard candies (mmmm granny candies). I think he'd be a big fan of Werther's maybe.

♌: Izem isn't a huge sweets kinda guy, and he absolutely HATES those prank sweets you can buy (think like. Beanboozled or those candied bugs that they sell in gift shops that sometimes people will get as a gag gift?). That being said, though, he does have a slightly soft spot for taffy. He will bitch and moan that it got stuck in his teeth if he eats it, but he will still be satisfied with it and won't say boo to receiving some as a gift.

🦜: Rusul LOOOOOVES anything fruit flavored. As such, I think he'd love a good chunk of candies. In particular, though, he loves getting those filled fruit gummies. Like the fruit snacks with the juice in them or fruit gushers. If offered one he would probably take it and bite into it so it exploded in the person's face. Maybe intentionally, maybe not, but all a bit silly.

🐁: Aside from caramels, there are very few sweets that James enjoys. Luckily, though, marshmallows are one of those very few. I think he secretly LOVES shopping right after Easter just so he can hoard peeps on sale.

🌙: what better for the Evil Overlord's second favorite sweet other than candy corn and mellocreme pumpkins? Bro loves those Halloween candies so much. I think Casimir would be a STAUNCH candy corn defender when his peers start talking around Halloween about whether or not those kinds of things are good or not.

🩺: Heinrich was a little hard to think of something right off the bat, but I think he would really like. Chic-a-sticks or any other kind of dehydrated coconut candy. Unfortunately, he can't keep either those OR his top favorite sweet (almond bark) in his office (student allergies), BUT he does keep a bunch of lollipops and/or smarties in there, which he also doesn't dislike too much.

Taglist bc I forgot this last time:

(once again pls lmk if u want to be added to/removed from being tagged in stupid posts like this rip)

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#✨mod speaks #🌙nrm casimir #🦐nrm yuna #🎩nrm lewis #♌nrm izem #🦜nrm rusul #🐁nrm james #🩺nrm heinrich #✨silly sidepost #✨stupid side post

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amphitriteswife · 9 months ago

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Jaegyeon na dating headcanons! Sfw and Nsfw

I was too impatient to finish the other ones so yeah-

@yue-yolk

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✨ Dating Jaegyeon na means you’re dating the definition of a mood swing. Sometimes he’s all flirty and confident, the other he’s childish and whiny.

✨ He likes it if you ask him to drop you off somewhere or pick you up. He shows off Initial N and calls it his ‘baby’. Don’t call it junk or he’ll lose his shit.

✨ Loves shopping. If you tell him you’re shopping he’ll either ask to go with you or invites himself. Usually ends up buying expensive clothes and necklaces. They’re not for you though. This one’s for him. He’ll buy yours next time

✨ ‘hey Y/n get me ice cream’ ‘no get it yourself.’ ‘Could’ve told me to cut off my balls as well.’ He takes little things seriously. Not always but usually. Sometimes its for comical reasons and sometimes he’s just insecure

✨ fragile masculinity. He’s the type to freak out if you call him pretty boy because ‘he’s not pretty. He’s handsome.’ He thinks of himself as very manly man.

✨ LOVES kissing. Doesn’t even have to be intimate, he just likes kisses or kissing. You did something nice for him? He gives you a kiss on the forehead. He missed you? He kisses your cheek. He just feels happy? He’s placing his lips on yours. They’re not always super long, sometimes just a peck.

✨ very active on socials. He watches your stories everyday and likes your every post. Always responds to them too, sometimes goofy and sometimes serious. Or its just an excuse to text you. ‘Babes plz buy me that too i want to be matchy.’ ‘Babee who’s that in your story?’ ‘Stop putting DG in your story his music isn’t that good. I’m better looking.’

✨ He’s a jealous boyfriend. No matter what gender or who it is he’s still jealous. He’ll also get defensive about it and start sulking if you point it out. He doesn’t want you to know that he’s sometimes feeling like that.

✨ babe. Who is that in your instagram story?’ ‘Thats my best friend. You met her.’ ‘Okay but even so why am I not your only bestie????’

✨ ‘babe why are you saying happy birthday in your story?’ ‘Because one of my friend is having their birthday.’ ‘Okay but you didn’t even congratulate me today too?’ It was in fact not his birthday he just wanted attention.

✨ Attention seeker. Man cannot stand you having eyes for someone else, well just being very close to someone that isn’t him. He wants to be your bestie and boyfriend. Just like how you are to him. He wants to be your number one. Just like how you are…together with Initial N.

✨ You can see him kissing his car sometimes. He’s not even embarrassed by it, but he does make it a point if you say that it’s disgusting. ‘You’re just jealous that i kiss my baby a lot….i love you dont leave me.’

✨ NEEDS to sleep in your bed. He hijacked it. He thinks your bed and house is more comfortable than his so he sleeps over a lot of times. He likes snuggling up to you though, especially in the winter

✨ if he’s at your house he makes himself comfortable very fast. Its yalls house now. He usually goes into your closet or looks trough most of your stuff to see what you do and don’t have

✨ He does online shopping a lot, mostly buys clothes or unnecessary and stupid things since he’s rich and has money to waste. This time he did buy you things too.

✨ Likes outgoing dates, he likes parties, clubbing and concerts but also enjoys museums, markets and cinema’s. Anything you like too. He’ll probably make your hobby his own so that he can see you get happy about it.

✨ He probably does car racing in his free time and usually takes you with him. Most of the time he only watched and just stays by your side. If he’s out racing and sees you with another guy, he’ll get jealous and give you the silent treatment

🔞 Man’s a horny dog okay? He’e not always like that but sometimes. Sometimes it can get real intimate. He’s not ashamed by it either. And if you match his freakiness its even better

🔞 Calls you ‘princess’ or ‘queen’ depending on which one you prefer. He takes pride in it if you like the nickname too and uses it regularly. But usually his voice is soft and a little hoarse when he does.

🔞 He might moan his own name or Inital N during sex on accident. It’s an honest mistake okay? ‘Ugh King you’re doing great.’ ‘The hell????’ ‘Sorry babes I got carried away’

🔞This man is sensitive asf. Touch his body with your hands. He loves it. The way your hand glides across his skin and squeezes his muscles…the way your lips press against his neck and whispered against it…he might come only by that.

🔞 definition of a switch but is definitely leaning on a little more bratty sub side. He will not listen to you. He’ll act super childish and selfish about it too.

🔞 car sex. And no he’s not fucking initial N. It’s with you in the car. He gets off if he thinks about you and him doing it in the car, don’t ask him why he doesn’t know it either. Don’t stain his seats tho, but he’ll definitely do it in the backseat or while he’s driving.

🔞 receiver. HEAVY receiver. Make him feel good. He’ll be at your mercy if you do it. Do anything to him. Gag him while you ride him. Choke him while you kiss him. Make him cry out your name out of pleasure

🔞 praise kink. Whisper those sweet seductive words in his ear and he’ll crumble right under your nose. He’ll beg and cry if you ask him too. Make him feel as if you’re the only one who can do this to him.

🔞 suck him while he’s driving. The mix of arousal and self control with trying to keep his eyes on the road will definitely make him feel hot.

🔞 He cums a lot. And fast. You’d only have to touch him and you’d already see the wet spot in his pants along with a tent. Make him stroke himself trough his pants because you refuse to touch him anymore and you’ll see him absolutely flabbergasted

🔞 he might have a thing for if you slap his face. He likes it if you handle him roughly because he’s been a brat. Put a gag in his mouth and you’ll get extra points. Man handle him please

🔞 loves Handjobs, he thinks it’s super hot or he’s lowkey embarrassed. Don’t ask him why he’ll get defensive, but he 100% likes the feeling of your hands stroking his sensitive skin

Thank yall for reading 🥶🙏

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koiiiji · 1 year ago

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being in big deals from beginning with Sinu, but leaving with Samuel after

pairing ; samuel seo x reader x jake kim

tw ; polyamorous, mfm, possessive! samuel

author note ; my first time writing for lookism and for this two, also im on chapter 343 only, so if something not accurate enough im sorry!! ALSO celebrating 400 followers!! and even tho ask box is closed, i still want to do something nice for you, so if you want you can leave your requests for SHMOL sketches under, i will do it super short and put it in one post!! lookism and windbreaker💋✨💐🤸🏼‍♀️

author note 2 ; not proofed, i wrote it after work with one eye open, so i just throw it to chat gpt to check any mistakes, if you find any you know who you can judge😤🫸🏻

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⋆𐙚₊˚ you have been with big deals even before Jake and Samuel joined, which means you were more close with Sinu, who was like a older brother figure for you

⋆𐙚₊˚ you always were good with calculating and make predictions so you literally was the reason why big deals didn’t have any debts to any other gangs or companies

⋆𐙚₊˚ when Jake and Samuel joined big deals they firstly didn't pay too much attention, just another girl spinning around Sinu, nothing new

⋆𐙚₊˚ but then they started to notice that you always appears at every meeting, even if it were just for big deal, not including girls who work on their street, always whispering something on Sinu ear and checking some papers

⋆𐙚₊˚ it was slow burn in beginning, they payed you more attention on meetings, started more small talks time to time, as soon as they caught that you are actual part of big deals. also, later they learned that you actually liked Sinu as older brother, and that was the moment when they start... acting…

⋆𐙚₊˚ of course you had your small moments together before. like you accidentally fall asleep on Jake’s shoulder when everybody celebrated another holiday, or when you asked both of them to show you some actions, - in case if you will be alone on the street, so you can protect yourself - and seemed that Samuel got a little carried away and pushed you too hard, but catching you by your wrist just moment before your head was about to hit the ground

⋆𐙚₊˚ there were always that moments between three of you

⋆𐙚₊˚ but first one who started to show off were Samuel

⋆𐙚₊˚ he already were jealous over the fact that Sinu choosed Jake as his favourite one, so he can’t let Jake to have yours attention as well. later it will be worse, when he will learn who Jake’s father was

⋆𐙚₊˚ Samuel would always flirt with you making it crystally clear that he likes you, and you wouldn't even notice it because of amount of work for big deals and of homework you still had in school

⋆𐙚₊˚ and when Samuel brutally flirts with you, trying to get your attention, Jake would snort, turning his eyes somewhere else, trying to ignore it and telling Jerry to "stop say stupid stuff like this" when he, once again tried to push his boss to admit his feelings towards you

⋆𐙚₊˚ for Jake it's complicating because he see how Samuel likes you, so he doesn’t want to ruin everything even tho he himself had so many feelings towards you

⋆𐙚₊˚ and Jake waited for too long...

⋆𐙚₊˚ when Samuel took leading position in big deals you were forced to stay by leader side to help him earn as much money as possible to pay to big four, but when Samuel left big deals for workers he asked you to go with him

⋆𐙚₊˚ Samuel was far from gentle man, but when his huge arms hugged your shoulders from behind, softly murmuring into your ear to come with him in new gang, to join him and stay by his side, offering you simply better life, where you won't need to calculate how to save more money until next month, where you will be able to buy expensive clothes, where you can offer yourself jut... more... it was hard to resist to Samuel espesially when you lived your whole life expecting how to safe money to the next month and economize as much as you can

⋆𐙚₊˚ so thats how you left big deals with Samuel, still with heavy heart for Sinu and big deals in general

⋆𐙚₊˚ Jake was feral when Jerry told him that. in his head it was more like Samuel forced you. oh, Jake were fully aware that Samuel were able to use power over girls, and Jake blamed himself for the fact that you had to leave the big deals

⋆𐙚₊˚ when you and Samuel become part of workers, he won’t let you go far away from him. you would be his personal assistant and manager. everything but always by his side. you always. by his side. always. Samuel even went that far that he rent big apartments for both of you, of course with separate rooms, you still didn’t accept his feelings and were naive about what kind of emotion you rise in him

⋆𐙚₊˚ Jake tried to contact you few times but, oh wow, what a surprise, Samuel always were the one to pick up the phone, telling him to leave you alone

⋆𐙚₊˚ to say less Jake felt terrible back then, things that happened to Sinu, Gun Park and his big four gangs, praises about money and the heir at his place, big deals, everything at one time…

⋆𐙚₊˚ and then prison… Jake felt like biggest loser on this planet

⋆𐙚₊˚ and he would never wish you to see all horrors of this place, but here you are sitting on the other side of safety glass, looking too beautiful to place like this, too pretty in your fitted white shirt and pleated skirt. Jerry probably yanked you right out of the office. another self note - to chastise Jerry next time for bringing you to place like this

⋆𐙚₊˚ “Jake… im sorry, i had no idea what happened to you” you murmured softly into the receiver of the phone connecting the two sides. “Samuel never said anything about that… I was shocked when Jerry just caught me near office and crammed me in the car”

⋆𐙚₊˚ after that day, you came to Jake more often, slipping away from Samuel under the pretext that you wanted to meet an old friend from school and he didn't need to attend girls' gatherings

⋆𐙚₊˚ when Jake finally got out of prison, one of the first things that he did was ask you to eat ramen together. you told him everything about your new life, that now you live with Samuel and he takes care about everything, starting with payments for apartments, finishing with fuel for car, as he always ready to ride you to any part of city

⋆𐙚₊˚ Jake felt feral when you told him whole story.

⋆𐙚₊˚ not only that bastard not tell you what happened to Jake, but he also controlled the calls and forced you to live with him. Jake knew what Samuel's feelings were for you, even if you perceived his care and relationship as friendly or brotherly, Jake still guessed what was behind it. but he never imagined that his friend would get to the point where he would keep you with him 24/7 and secretly control your phone calls from anybody from big deals

⋆𐙚₊˚ after that meeting Jake knew that he can’t offer you to stay at his small room he rent, even if he really wanted you to stay more by his side. he didn't tell you about his guesses about Samuel, you don't have to worry, yet you were safer with him than with Jake now. the only thing he did before sending you home in a taxi was hug you so tightly - tightly, it seems that his hands were a little lower than he should have allowed himself, and his hot breath was a little off when his lips were too close to your neck.

⋆𐙚₊˚ in the end, Jake pushed your hair off your forehead, and pressed his lips firmly to your forehead, shut his eyes and quietly promised himself to deal with Samuel later

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camficdiner · 8 days ago

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This is so, so cute!! Can I please order, [1.3] [2.3] [3.2] [4.1 or 2 (whichever is easier!)] - Thank you so much! I can’t wait to see what you cook up! :)

☕ Cam’s Fic Diner – Order 006

To the angel who placed this emotionally wrecked, soul-soothing late-night request:

You knew exactly what you were doing when you asked for “not his girlfriend, not just a hookup — but the only thing that makes him feel real.”

This one’s served tender, aching, and laced with the kind of intimacy that leaves bruises in the best way.

Enjoy your meal

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💬 “Only you Make it Stop”

✨description and prompts

• Character: Luke Hughes

• Prompt: late night confession after a loss/ hurt to comfort

• Word count: ~1.2k

• Type: Hurt/comfort → soft romantic smut → tender aftermath

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You expect it to be like the other times.

lukey: u up?

No punctuation. No emoji. Just the same message he’s sent before, always after a game, always past midnight, always when something’s weighing too heavy on his chest.

You assume tonight is no different — despite the brutal loss, the collapse in the third, the fact that Luke looked like he was two inches away from snapping his stick over his knee as the buzzer sounded.

Still, you think you know the script.

Throw on a hoodie. Skip the makeup. Pull your hair back. You’ve done this a dozen times — sneak into his hotel room and let him take what he needs from you until he can sleep.

So when he opens the door, you smile the way you always do — easy, soft, practiced. “Rough night?”

Luke doesn’t answer. He just steps back to let you in.

He still smells like the rink — laundry soap, adrenaline, failure. His hoodie sleeves are pushed halfway up his forearms like he gave up trying to fix them. He hasn’t even changed out of his joggers.

You reach for him. He doesn’t move.

Your hands land on his chest, already warm through the fabric, your mouth brushing against his — until he pulls back.

“Wait.”

It’s soft, but sharp enough to stop you cold.

Your heart stutters. “What?”

Luke steps back. His hands hover like he wants to hold you but doesn’t know if he’s allowed to.

“I didn’t call you here for that.”

You blink. “You texted me ‘u up’. What else was I supposed to think?”

He winces. “I know. I didn’t know how else to ask. I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t think I’d even be able to look you in the eye when you got here.”

“Luke…”

He shakes his head, backing up toward the wall, running a hand through his curls like it’s the only way to stay upright.

“I played like shit,” he says. “I cost us the game.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is. I couldn’t hold the zone. I flinched on the shot block. I got walked three separate times in one period. I spent five minutes in the box and didn’t throw a single fucking hit worth remembering.”

His voice is cracking now, every word torn loose like it hurts to say.

“The guys didn’t say anything on the bench, but I could feel it. Jack didn’t even look at me. And Lindy—” He laughs, empty. “I already know what tomorrow’s gonna be like. I already know what everyone’s gonna say.”

You take a step toward him.

Luke’s hands ball into fists at his sides. “I didn’t know where else to go. I just needed something to stop. The noise. The pressure. The feeling that I’m drowning in my own head.”

He looks up at you like it physically hurts.

“And I thought — maybe if I saw you — it would go quiet. Just for a minute.”

Silence.

You blink, slow and heavy. “So you didn’t want sex.”

“No,” he says, and this time it sounds like a confession. “I wanted you. Not your body. Not your mouth. Not your hands. Just you.”

Your breath catches.

“I know we never defined this,” he whispers. “I know you probably think I’m just some stupid hookup who gets off on post-game adrenaline. But it’s not like that for me. Not anymore.”

“Luke…”

“I don’t want to use you to feel better. I don’t want to forget everything in your skin and wake up guilty. I want you here because you make me feel like a fucking person again. Because when you look at me, I don’t feel like a failure.”

His hands tremble.

“And if that’s not what this is for you, I’ll get it. I’ll live with it. But I couldn’t not tell you. Not tonight. Not after that.”

You cross the room before he can finish, fingers curling into the collar of his hoodie, pulling him forward.

He leans into you like he’s collapsing. And when he kisses you, it’s not hot or messy or hungry — it’s tired. Needy. Quiet.

⸻

You don’t fuck.

You lie down, tangled in the blankets, legs overlapping. He’s still dressed. So are you.

He breathes into your neck like it’s the only air that doesn’t burn.

You run your fingers over his ribs. “Take this off.”

He doesn’t question it. Just lifts the hoodie slowly over his head and lets it fall. You slide your shirt off, matching him. Equal. Vulnerable.

He kisses you again, deeper now, his mouth soft but grounded, his hands skimming your sides like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

“Still okay?” you whisper.

He nods. “Yeah. I just… I want to remember this.”

⸻

When you strip the rest of the way down, he follows — slowly, reverently, brushing his knuckles over your thighs like a secret.

“You’re beautiful,” he says. “You always are. But right now…”

You smile. “Right now?”

“You feel like home.”

He settles between your legs, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. When he slides his tongue between your folds, it’s not rushed — it’s intentional. Like learning. Like devotion.

You moan softly, fingers curling in the sheets.

“You’re doing perfect,” he murmurs against you. “Just let me take care of you.”

And he does.

He builds you slow, holds you steady through the first wave, kissing you through the aftermath, whispering “that’s my girl” when your legs shake around his shoulders.

You tug him up after — pull him into your chest and kiss him like he’s fragile.

“Let me make you feel good too,” you whisper, hand sliding over his stomach.

He nods, eyes blown wide and reverent. “Please.”

You take him in your mouth, slow and deep, guided by instinct and the way he gasps your name. When he finishes, it’s with your hand around him and your mouth on his neck, and a broken, desperate sound that makes your chest ache.

⸻

Later, you lie in the dim light, heart still pounding. Luke’s face is buried in your hair, one hand splayed over your stomach like he’s claiming it.

“You’re still you,” you whisper. “No matter what happened tonight. You’re still Luke.”

He exhales — slow, shaky.

“You promise?”

You turn to face him, press your forehead to his.

“Every version of you,” you say. “I want all of it.”

And for the first time that night, Luke Hughes finally, finally lets himself sleep.

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Tattletale

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Pairing: John Walker x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut! +18 MDNI! Oral (fem! and M!rec), intercourse, swearing, unprotected sex- pls wrap before you tap! Fluff, angst, some injury mentions. Not proofread 🥲

A.N: Am I a John Walker Stan now? Yes. 🫡

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“Get your fuckin’ ass out of my way!”

“Then stop staring at it and move your own fucking feet!”

The middle of a shootout was not the place to be arguing with John Walker. However, you both often argued regardless of the place and time.

In the kitchen at 6am in the morning, waking everyone up.

Outside in the middle of the night.

Mid-afternoon durning lunch.

The only time you both managed to shut each other up was every and anytime in either of your bedrooms.

Another shot was aimed your way and John instinctively hid you behind his shield, sending you a pointed glare as if saving your life was an inconvenience. You grunted, barging past him to advance forward.

“Uh, you’re welcome, asshole!” He snapped at you.

“Oh my hero…” you drawled out before pinning his back against the wall out of harms way and shooting at the person about to kill him. “You’re welcome, asshole.” You snapped back. He pulled you back, double checking he was out of the rest of team’s sight before pressing a forceful kiss to your lips. You pulled back and shoved his shoulder “You’re so desperate.”

He smirked “Can you blame me?” He pulled you against him again, not even his armoured material could hide his feelings towards you. You groaned in both disgust and lust before stepping back and rolling your eyes. “What?!” John asked bemused “Is it a crime to be turned on?”

“It is right now.” You gritted, turning a corner and shooting again, pressing your comms to warn the others. “Two moving north!” You tried to walk forward but a finger laced through your back belt loop dragged you back. “Walker!” You quietly hissed, turning around and gripping onto his hard-on, making him whimper and bite down on his lip. He almost begged you to squeeze harder. “Later.” You promised, a devilish smirk ghosting over your face as you leaned in and swiped the very top of your tongue over his tight lips.

Then becoming deadly serious and going back to the mission at hand.

John mouthed a harsh ‘Fuck’ in both annoyance and excitement before following you.

You had a funny old thing going with John. Spending most of the time screaming at him…or for him.

Fighting with him over something stupid and then fighting to stay curled around his body when he encouraged you both to get up and out of bed.

Simultaneously loathing and loving each other at the same time.

He once joked one night after an almost deadly game of ‘strip UNO’- you straddled around his waist him naked with a knife to his neck- between the both of you that you weren’t ‘enemies to lovers’ you were ‘enemies and lovers’. You laughed so much you dropped the knife and kissed him.

“Yelena!” You shouted, noticing her running low on ammo, and tossed her a gun she sent you a thankful nod in return. You found John by your side again, he was almost glued to you.

“You gonna thank me properly later too?” He said and you raised a brow between gunfire. “For saving your life?” You let out an amused snort at his words, Yelena shooting you both a confused glance. “Yelena, Y/N’s gonna be-“

“Kicking his ass, Lena! That’s what I’m gonna do.” You cut him off with a grunt and used your hip to push him away out of the line of danger, shooting someone about to come at him.

The shooting settled, bodies around you and the rest of the team who convened in the one spot, everyone catching their breaths. “So? What’s everyone’s count?” Alexei asked. After the first few missions everyone tried to put a spin on the fact your hands were responsible for deaths- even if the people you killed were the worst the earth had to offer. Whoever got the highest got to pick the night movie they would watch at the weekend.

“Four,” Ava said with a sigh.

“Five,” Yelena and Alexei both chimed

“Eight,” Bucky interjected.

John smirked “Eleven for me.”

They then turned to you, your eyes were on John and just before you opened your mouth your gun raised up and you quickly shot the last remaining assailant that was behind him.

“It was twelve,” you playfully blew away the smoke from the top of your gun “Thirteen.”

“Fuck Y/N!” John helped with his hands over his ears thanks to the ringing in them from the sudden fire. “I thought you were gonna kill me!”

You laughed “If I was gonna do that, I would have already.”

John’s look of fear turned into annoyance, into a deadpanned expression over his features. Everyone started to walk back to the jet, you, John and Bucky trailing slightly behind. He harshly grabbed your ass and you turned to him with your jaw dropped in shock he would be so risky around your teammates.

Of course you had kept this little bubble of whatever you both were between yourselves, the team oblivious but not without their suspicions.

Bucky slowed his pace and cleared his throat, catching both your and John’s attention. “Please tell me you didn’t just touch her ass? Because the thought of reporting any,” he looked John up and down “Harassment…to Val, would be a real pain in my own.” His voice was quiet, ensuring the team didn’t hear. Your eyes widened and John’s features dropped ever so slightly. “Jesus, you two aren’t as discreet as you think.”

You scratched the back of your neck with a tight smile “He didn’t.” You said in a monotone voice. “And if he did, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Hmm…” Bucky mused with pursed lips. “Fine. Just know this- blink twice if you need help Y/N.” He said while looking at John and you suppressed a giggle while John sent him a glare. “Don’t worry guys. It’s safe with me.”

You all sat in the jet, you were across from John, your eyes transfixed on his thighs he had parted when he noticed you staring.

“So Y/N,” Ava broke you from your thoughts. “What’s your movie of choice?”

You smirked “Something really cheesy, something like High School Musical.” You said and John loudly groaned, causing you to laugh. “He’s just scared because Walker cries at High School Musical.” You said without even thinking and the whole team started giggling.

“Yeah well Y/N only watches it because she had a wet dream about Zac Efron once and still has a crush on him.”

You loudly gasped, you told him that in complete confidence after sharing tales from your cringeworthy teenage years one night wrapped up beside him. He laughed just as much then as he was proudly smiling now.

“You’re a fucking tattletale!” You snapped back. “He watches the Golden Girls and listens to old Justin Bieber songs!” You pointed at him. “His favourite is ‘Baby’.”

“You say I’m the fucking tattletale?!” His voice got louder. “Y/N was the one that ate your pudding two nights ago, Alexei!”

“You WHAT?!”

“Walker was the one that shrunk your top Yelena not Bob!” You retaliated.

“The fuck, Walker?” Yelena snapped.

“Y/N was the one that spilled soda on your vibranium arm Bucky.”

“Low blow!” You were almost standing on your seat now and would have been if it wasn’t for the seatbelt.

“You wanna speak of low blows?!” John asked with wide eyes. “How about the time you ‘accidentally’ binned the chocolate cake we were all going to have as a treat because you ‘thought it was out of date’ when in actual fact you ate the whole thing!” His fingers emphasising his commas.

“I absolutely loathe you, you piece of shit! I gave you a bit of that cake to shut you up! You gave me your word!”

“You guys! Enough!” Bucky yelled. “Sweet merciful fuck, argue when we get home. In your own rooms.” He warned and the rest of the brief trip was in silence after the outbursts.

—•—

When you arrived back at the watchtower the team all went thier separate ways while you strode back to your room, John was having to try and keep up but play at cool at the same time.

“Good acting,” he said to you under your breath.

“Oh I wasn’t acting, I really do loathe you. Plus I’m pissed at you too. Double win.” You said as you approached your room door.

John blew a raspberry, closing your room door with his hand just as you opened it, trapping you between him and the doorframe. “So what if I pissed you off? We’re just gonna have make-up sex anyway.” He lowly spoke.

“That’s wrong to think like that,” you folded your arms, trying to be as unfazed as possible.

“If make-up sex is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right.” John leaned closer, his breath fanning over your face.

“Good,” you replied in a voice just as quiet. “Because you’re never right.” You deadpanned and his arm fell just as quickly as his jaw did.

You had the chance to flee into your room, John yelled from the other side of the door. “You still need to thank me too!”

“I saved you more,” you shouted back “You’re the one that should be thanking me!”

“Fuck,” John hissed under his breath and looked down. His body betraying him at the thought of thanking you with his head between your thighs. All that pent up adrenaline from the fighting, from your touch, it hit him all at once and he rushed to his room.

You stood for a moment, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as a thrill rushed through you at the thought of thanking him with his cock in your mouth and his hand gripping your hair.

“Ah shit,” you hissed with a grin and rushed out your room to John’s, temptation was far too great. Regardless if you were a little pissed at John, even hate-fucking him was blissful.

You knocked on his door with your knuckles, the kind he’d know, you were the only person in the world that knocked on his door in morse code. “That was fast,” he said from the other side. “It’s open!”

You quickly slipped into his room and smirked at just how truly desperate he looked. How desperate he looked for you.

“God,” you chortled at the sight of him on the bed already, his pants and boxers thrown to one side of the room and him wearing nothing but a top whist stroking his cock. “You look like fucking Winnie the Pooh,” you joked and liked the door behind you.

John didn’t stop, he continued touching himself as you stripped off in front of him. “I’m too horny to give a shit what you say.” He sat up a little, his hand still keeping a steady pace. Once you were rid of your clothes, your own hand took over and his head fell back, moaning feeling your fingers wrapped around his hard cock. “Missed this. Missed you.” He lifted his head and cupped your cheek, watching you get him off. “Even if you are a tattletale,” he let out a loud groan as you tightly squeezed his cock “FUCK!”

“You’re the one spilling secrets,” your head went closer to the tip of his cock and your tongue lapped up the drips of pre-cum from him. “And just plain spilling.” You teased.

John wickedly laughed “You’re asking for trouble.”

“Well how worse can the trouble get? I already got you.” You smirked and sunk your mouth down his entire length, slowly and with complete purpose.

He let out a drone from deep within his chest feeling your warm mouth around him. He quickly removed his top before you could crack another joke and looked down as your eyes looked up to find his. “That mouth was made for me,” he moaned out, his hand finding your hair as he did what he had hoped to do and gripped onto it.

You groaned against him, pleasure pooling in the pit of John’s stomach, you looked up to him through your lashes, batting your eyes and driving him insane. You pulled back a little, letting your tongue slowly drag up his cock as you spoke to him. “Looks like you’re gonna cum already and I haven’t even been thanked yet…” you teased.

John let out a gruff laugh “Well what are you waiting for?” He asked “Sit on my face. We can thank each other at the same time,” he winked. You smiled, pressed a kiss to the top of his cock before rearranging yourself, your thighs now either side of his head and your pussy practically dripping onto his lips already. John looked at it as if they were the gates of heaven and he bad the key to let him in. You eagerly sat down on his face while your own mouth went back to his cock.

The soft vibrations from moaning against each other spread through your bodies like wild fire. John gripped your shaking thighs as his tongue danced between your folds. “Fuck,” you murmured pulling back a little. “Fuck, John!”

“God, you’re soaking me baby,” he said kissing the inside of your thighs. “Shit I wish you could sit on my face all day, every day tastes so fucking good.” John’s hand slapped your ass and you yelped in delight. Before pulling away from his mouth, causing him to sadly groan.

You shuffled forward and then sunk your pussy down on his cock, both of you not moving for a moment, just enjoying the feel of each other. John let out a low hiss under his breath, you knew he loved reverse cowgirl. “Don’t say I didn’t thank you,” you widely smiled, knowing that he couldn’t see and give him any sort of ego-enhancing gratification.

His hands found your hips and he started to move you just as you slowly started to rock against him. “Shit, I should be thanking you. You know how much I love this,” he started harshly thrusting and you had to lean forward to steady yourself on his knees. He gripped your ass, squeezing tightly as his head fell back and his eyes closed.

Then suddenly something washed over him, it wasn’t his lust lewdly screaming at him.

It was something else.

“Oh, fuck!” Your moans made him open his eyes again “Yes John!” You cried.

“I got- gotta see your face,” he said so under his breath you barely heard him. He gripped on your hips and pulled you from him with, the air leaving his lungs as you left his body, almost in pain at the sensation. He placed you down on the bed and got on top, slipping his cock back inside your pussy that perfectly swallowed him whole. Your eyes were confused as the rest of you contorted with pleasure. John leaned down and kissed your lips, his face still slick with the remains of you. “I ha-had to see your face. Wanna see your face when you cum for me.” He said between kisses.

You moaned, his rough demeanour melting in front of you. “J-john…FUCK! Why?”

His heart had a twinge he hadn’t felt before when you asked him why. You had every right to. It wasn’t often you both got to enjoy the experience with you either pulling his favourite position or him typically fucking you from behind. You knew he loved looking at your ass, you did it for him. He knew that.

Not that he deserved it.

But he felt the shift, it was slow at first. Now it was consuming him.

“I can’t tell you right now,” it came out too quick, too breathless, too incoherent.

The feeling that what he had with you was blossoming. He knew it wasn’t just wasn’t sex anymore- it was soft, almost loving. It was a feeling that he suspected that you never really were enemies.

His orgasm hit him like an electric shock as he came inside you, as he had done so many times before, just never watching each other. You watched him go through his high, his expression sending butterflies though your chest. You gripped onto his forearms as you came moments later after witnessing the sight, John intently watching every perfect expression of sheer pleasure on your face almost made him cum again.

He lay down on you with a gentle thud, his lips kissing your shoulder and up your neck before moving to your lips. He pulled back and watched as you caught your breath, his thumb and forefinger tracing over your cheek. “You wanna tell me now?”

Your voice was soft but it broke through the room like glass shattering. You felt John stiffen. Since his divorce and since being with you, his emotions became far too complex for him to understand most of the time.

But he understood what he had for you.

Your eyes searched for his, his mouth opening and then closing. Then a notification came ringing though, an expected mission. John moved from you too quickly, the sudden loss of him making you wince. “Sorry,” he murmured “We gotta go.” He said grabbing his clothes and leaving you naked and full of him on the bed.

You slowly sat up as he frantically rushed around. “What were you gonna tell me?” You asked again. He stopped mid-dressing and looked at you. A beautiful glowing form in his bed, beautifully fucked, his beautiful girl.

His heart was screaming at him to just tell you, his head being a little more reserved and rational.

“We can talk later Y/N-“

“JOHN!” You yelled, stopping him in his tracks. “Tell me,” you asked “Please…” and softly begged.

You wanted him to say those words you could practically envision on the top of his tongue. You needed him to say them.

The frantic knocking at the door made you both jump. “We gotta go, Walker!” It was Alexei. You frustratingly sighed, standing up and snatching your clothes, slamming the bathroom door behind you. John deeply groaned and placed his head in his hand, mentally kicking himself.

“We’ll get you in the Jet!” He called out.

A moment of silence passed. “We?” Alexei’s voice laced with confusion.

Johns eyes went wide “Shit.”

—•—

Everyone was crowded around Alexei in the jet as he gossiped. “Walker had someone in his room…and look who hasn’t joined us…” he wiggled his brows and the team looked around noticing the severe lack of both John and you. “It’s got to be-“

“We good to go?” John stepped abroad and everyone froze, suddenly feeling caught in conversation.

“Yeah,” Yelena nodded “Just waiting for Y/N.” She sent him a knowing smirk. “You know where she is?”

“She’s here.” You snapped and threw yourself down on a seat. “Let’s go.” You strapped yourself in forcefully, your eyes looking at your feet. The team’s own darting between you and John, feeling a heavy tension between you both.

After a quick debrief and an even quicker drop off in the middle of a shootout, everyone scattered. John desperately tried to get closer to you.

“Look I’m sorry,”

“Save your bullshit, Walker,” you hissed pulling the trigger and trying not to let the tears fall. “I don’t know why you can’t just tell me!”

He grunted, punching an enemy in the face before pushing you against the wall “You think it’s fucking easy?!” He asked, his face full of fear.

“I don’t want you to be scared to tell me. It’s me.” You tried to break free but John kept you held there. “I’ve been there for you, through thick and thin, you don’t have to be scared with me.” Your hearts frantically thumping in your chests “John.” You half scalded, half cooed. The way you said his name made him feel like he was home.

Your eyes looked behind his shoulder, noticing someone coming towards you both. You pushed him out the way, he fell to the ground and watched as you pointed and shot.

But the person you shot was just as fast as you.

He fell to the floor, you crashed back against the wall. “Shit, shit, shit, Y/N!” John rushed to his feet as you slowly fell, your hand pressed against the gape in your side that definitely shouldn’t be there. Blood oozed through your fingers, pain searing throughout your body. John pressed his comms with trembling fingers “Guys! Y/N’s been hit!” He screamed “I need backup!“ He pressed his hand against your own and you screamed in pain “Shit- I need you to be okay,” he blubbered. “Please.”

You looked down and pressed your lips together as tears rolled down your cheeks. “This is more painful than you think,” you tried to joke as your lashes began to flutter, your eyelids becoming suddenly heavier than you remembered them ever being. Your hand became limp under his own and John’s eyes widened as your head drooped.

“No, no, no, stay awake for me,” he pleaded “You gotta keep your eyes open for me Y/N. Don’t do this!” He placed his fingers under your chin. Your eyes opened momentarily “Yes, please let me see those beautiful eyes again.” He quietly asked. He was scared before, but now he was terrified. “GUYS!” John screamed at the top of his lungs. “Please, Y/N,” he cried and held your wound tighter. “Please, there’s so much I haven’t said.”

The team rushed to his side “We need to get her outta here before she bleeds out.” Yelena took over from John. “I’ve got her.”

Bucky looked at John, squeezing his shoulder sympathetically “She’s tough, she’s gonna be okay.”

John sniffled. “She needs to.” He told his fellow super solider. “She can’t-“

“She won’t.” Bucky cut him and his dreadful train of thought off. “Let’s go!”

—•—

John hadn’t moved from your bedside, his hands tentatively cupped around yours.

He sighed “I’m a stupid idiot,” he murmured, mainly to himself but he had hope that you would be hearing him between the steady beeps of the vital sign monitor and in your sleeping state. The medical team had patched you up well but you hadn’t opened your eyes since they shut almost eight hours ago. John was there just as long. “Yanno, I don’t know why you put up with me- I can’t even put up with me.” He monologued. “You’re far more patient than I deserve, far more beautiful too. Not to mention good.” He sighed “Far too good for me...” He smirked and let his lips meet the back of your hand.

Bucky softly knocked the door before entering and John quickly leaned back. He smiled shaking his head. “You don’t have to pretend, at least not around me, Walker. I’ve known for months.” He crossed his arms, the corner of John’s mouth twitched upwards because of course Bucky knew. “They said she’s gonna be okay. Lots of rest though, someone will probably have to take care of her for a while.”

“I’ll do it.” He quickly said “I’ll take care of her.”

“We’re all happy to help out.” Bucky added. “But I think Y/N will want it to be you too.” John’s eyes left your face momentarily to look at Bucky, a small smile gracing his face. “You mean a lot to her.” The two of you looked down to you, John squeezed your hand a little tighter. “I’ll leave you two be.” He turned and left the room closing the door behind him.

“You’re gonna make me watch so much crap on TV, huh, and love every second of it.” John leaned down and lay half his body and his head down on the bed beside you. His hand caressed your cheek “I should have told you sooner. I realise now I might not have had the chance to tell you at all and I can’t not tell you.” He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I love you.” He exhaled. “I hate that I didn’t tell you sooner. I hate that I was such a nervous wreck to tell you, mainly because I didn’t think you’d feel the same. But I love you. I love the nights we spend together, I love how you’ll wear my t-shirt to sleep in, I love how you know all the words to all the High School Musical songs,” he laughed, his eyes squeezing shut even more. “I love when we argue, and fight, it makes me feel alive, I love that you’re as passionate as me. I love everything about you. I just love you.”

A tear streamed down his cheek.

“Took you long enough, I only had to almost die.”

Johns eyes snapped open “Y/N?” He whispered and sat up before peppering your face with kisses.

“You look as shitty as I feel.” You half joked and John let out a watery chuckle.

He turned more serious. “Did you hear…” he trailed off.

“Every word.” You smiled and cupped his cheek. “You’re right, you should have told me sooner.” You said quietly. “Should have told me the second you pushed my back into that mattress and made love to me. I had my suspicions before, but I knew in that moment then we had changed gear in our…relationship.” You raised your head and he bashfully smiled before he leaned down, capturing your lips with his. “I love you too.” You finally said, getting it off your chest and feeling an overwhelming sense of relief.

You shuffled over in the bed with a grimace in your face, a bolt of pain in your side. You patted the spot next to you and he practically flew in beside you. “Also I think the whole team knows.” John added.

“You told them?!” You yelped and then groaned. “See? You are the tattletale!” You jabbed his side while laughing.

“I didn’t mean to say it, it was an accident, Alexei has a big mouth.” John kissed you and the jabbing from your finger subsided.

“You owe me big time.” You told him, almost warningly.

“Well you did take a bullet for me so…”

“That’s how much I love you…more.” You slowly added and John raised a brow.

“I think you’ll find I love you more.” John added.

You raised a brow “So this is how it’s gonna be…”

John winked and kissed you again “You bring the knife, I’ll bring the UNO. Whoever wins loves the other more.”

“Well whoever does win,” you gently kissed him this time with a smile. “I won’t kiss and tell.”