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sharlsworld · 4 months ago

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༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ the sainz effect — 𝐎𝐏𝟖𝟏 ❁

( 𝗈𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂 𝗑 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗓 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ）

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗓 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋， 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍？𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾

✫ i kinda really hate this i got lazy at the end sorry

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yn i’ll be back japan 😋🫰🏽 kinda boring race, happy birthday oscariño, getting fined for having a tummy ache is crazy, me & lily were munching alllll weekend, 8/10

lilymhe My favorite date 🥰🥰

⤷ alex_albon sigh

lando you’re so cute

lando 😍😍😘😘🥰 i’d eat sushi for you btw

⤷ yn do it then

⤷ lando okay let me mentally prepare myself. let’s go to dinner tomorrow tonight

⤷ yn i do not like the way you said that

⤷ lando may we please go to dinner where i’ll eat sushi for you at 8pm tomorrow night sweet beautiful kind princess?

⤷ yn 👍

⤷ lando chat is that rizz

⤷ alex_albon never beating the norizz allegations

⤷ lando oh who is you

carlossainz55 Saying “tummy ache” at your big age is crazy

⤷ yn fuck i’m glad you got fined you bitch.

⤷ carlossainz55 I was just teasing bug don’t be upset with me please

⤷ yn shut up i don’t like you right now

oscarpiastri Thank you! 🥰❤️

⤷ nicolepiastri I didn’t even get a thank you that sweet Oscar

⤷ oscarpiastri Mommmmmmmm

francolapinto i miss you mami

⤷ yn i miss you too franco

charles_leclerc I think you should fly back to Monaco with me I need some consoling after that race you know? 😢😢

⤷ yn awhh poor baby come pick me up

⤷ charles_leclerc omw mon cœur

⤷ carlossainz55 No???

⤷ yn fuck out my face you cunt

⤷ yn take my stuff back with you too

⤷ carlossainz55 Guess I’m the butler now

⤷ yn obviously. don’t scratch my suitcase either or i’ll punch you in the throat

⤷ carlossainz55 Okay gyash 💔

maxverstappen1 Should’ve been in my garage

⤷ yn i was in your garage in china though

⤷ maxverstappen1 I just miss you schat

⤷ yn i miss you too maxie

⤷ redbullracing he’s giggling rn

lewishamilton Hey I had a bad race too

⤷ yn yeah but you took my brothers seat so…☹️

⤷ lewishamilton I’ll give it back I’ll drive the Williams

⤷ scuderiaferrari No??

⤷ lewishamilton Such a cockblock 😒

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lando just ate sushi no biggie

yn good boyyyyy

⤷ lando my pants were JUST on

⤷ carlossainz55 No i’m sorry bug you have to find someone else lando has too big of a playboy reputation. Sorry lando.

⤷ lando oh but when she does it it’s okay?

⤷ yn what are you trying to say?? cause i’ve never done anything with any of the drivers. i think i’ve kissed charles twice

⤷ charles_leclerc thrice…and it was amazing

⤷ lando nothing you’re perfect babylove you can do wrong cause you’re so perfect and beautiful and amazing and smart and kind and funny

⤷ yn yeah that’s what i thought

maxverstappen1 Fuck you’re beautiful

⤷ yn aw thanks maxie 🥰

⤷ maxverstappen1 of course baby

⤷ alex_albon looks like max is going up in the lineup

⤷ danielricciardo wait tell me who’s winning wtf

⤷ alex_albon 1. charles 2. lando 3. max 4. lewis 5. franco

⤷ charles_leclerc fuck yeah

⤷ lando how am i not number 1 i just ate fucking sushi for her

⤷ francolapinto fuck me than damn

olliebearman bro ate an ice cream sundae while lando was conquering his biggest fear

⤷ lando hey don’t make her sound bad i loved it so much i didn’t even gag. breathing exercises work guys

charles_leclerc 😾 she likes me more

⤷ lando and what makes you think that?

⤷ charles_leclerc we’ve literally kissed thrice. THAT MEANS SOMETHING. and, she hangouts with my family so

⤷ lando oh yeah? she hangouts with my family too and me and her dad go golfing together SO HA

⤷ charles_leclerc oh yeah? really? me, her, her mom, and her sisters went out to brunch in spain last year SO HAHA I WIN

⤷ lando FAWK

⤷ yn guys…no…stop...seriously

⤷ lando whatever you say babylove

⤷ charles_leclerc whatever you say mon cœur

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yn 🍉🍓🍒

charles_leclerc so radiant 😍 let’s kiss 🌹

⤷ yn no ❤️

⤷ charles_leclerc aw man 💔

lilymhe My beautiful babe 😩😍😍

iamrebeccad The most gorgeous girl 😍😍😍❤️

francisca.cgomes oh girl i’ll be stealing that dress 🥰 you look so sexy 🫦🫦

⤷ yn omg i’m blushing

oscarpiastri 😍

⤷ carlossainz55 Oscar?

⤷ charles_leclerc wtf oscar you’re my son

⤷ lando my own teammate? 💔💔💔

⤷ maxverstappen1 Oscar I’ll push lando off the track in bahrain if you cut all contact with y/n…promise

⤷ francolapinto b-but you said you’d learn spanish for me… was that a lie??? a disguise?

⤷ pierregasly yoooooo get in there oscar

⤷ lewishamilton 😐

oscarpiastri Very pretty

⤷ yn thank you oscariño 🥰🥰

⤷ georgerussell63 Oh! Just in we have a new man in competition for y/n’s heart, things just got crazy. Who will get the final rose? Stay tuned

⤷ charles_leclerc fuck my life

⤷ lando naurrr don’t do this to me

⤷ lewishamilton i’m literally richer than him

⤷ francolapinto AGHGDHEJSJDNENS

⤷ maxverstappen1 Guys, she’s obviously gonna choose me. Just back out now

⤷ charles_leclerc fuh nah i have the best chance out of everyone else we’re literally neighbors

⤷ lando ok and i go on her family vacations??

⤷ francolapinto yk what, i quit

⤷ lewishamilton me too 💔🥀

⤷ georgerussell63 JUST IN FRANCO COLAPINTO AND LEWIS HAMILTON ARE DROPPING OUT OF THE COMPETITION FOR Y/N’S HEART

⤷ kimi.antonelli touch grass

⤷ georgerussell63 You cannot be talking rn

⤷ kimi.antonelli you right you right

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yn p1 for oscariño, p3 for lan, dnf for carlitos (you’ve been a bad boy yuki), 7/10

carlossainz55 At least you still have my back when you’re mad at me

⤷ yn yeah now can you bring me a shirley temple

⤷ carlossainz55 Making it now 😒

oscarpiastri Maybe you were my good luck charm, you should hangout in my garage more

⤷ lando 😾😾

charles_leclerc You looked so beautiful in the paddock mon cœur ❤️

⤷ yn awh thanks charlie 🥰

lando why did oscar get cute pictures and i got the one where i wasn’t paying attention

⤷ yn well why wasn’t your attention on me???

⤷ lando please don’t guilt trip me right now i’ll cry

⤷ yn whatever get me sushi

⤷ lando going right now

⤷ georgerussell63 Thoughtless obedience, I love to see it

⤷ lando frick off

nicolepiastri I can’t believe you got Oscar to pose for a picture so easily, and with such a big smile too! 😂

⤷ oscarpiastri Mom, please.

⤷ maxverstappen1 Okay I didn’t push lando off the track but you still won!!

⤷ yn ???

⤷ maxverstappen1 I quit, I’m going out tonight

⤷ yn stay safe maxie 😊

⤷ maxverstappen1 Always schat

⤷ alex_albon wait i’m gonna cry that was so 🥲

⤷ georgerussell63 With a bittersweet goodbye, Max Verstappen drops out of the competition leaving Lando, Charles, and Oscar. We’ll be back next week folks.

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri She said she knew a spot

yn do you like my fab oscar???

⤷ oscarpiastri What’s that?

⤷ lando i like it babylove

⤷ oscarpiastri What’s a fab?

⤷ charles_leclerc I love it mon cœur

⤷ oscarpiastri WHAT IS A FAB??????

⤷ yn fuck ass bob 😾

⤷ oscarpiastri Oh yes I love your fab honey!

⤷ charles_leclerc HONEY??? WERE LOSING HER LANDO

⤷ lando can’t we just be a throuple + one? ☹️

reyesvdec So cute! ❤️

♥︎ by author

georgerussell63 In the city of love? 👀

yn i love traveling with you oscar

⤷ oscarpiastri I love traveling with you too honey

lando friends, family, fans, it is with great sorrow that i admit that i, lando norris, drop out of this competition. i will be going out tonight

⤷ yn stay safe lan 🥰

⤷ lando always babylove. i’ll always cherish our time we spent together

⤷ yn we’ll always have miami

⤷ lando always

⤷ yn so i’ll see you in a few days at dinner with my family right?

⤷ lando of course

⤷ georgerussell63 And then there were two, the competition dwindles down to Charles and Oscar after Lando surprisingly drops out of the competition with a heartfelt goodbye just a few days after Max dropped out. They’ll always have Miami, see you soon folks.

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yn kinda nervous

carlossainz55 Dafuq 🤨

oscarpiastri ❤️

⤷ carlossainz55 DAFUQ

⤷ charles_leclerc DAFUQ

⤷ charles_leclerc no mi mon cœur

⤷ lando dis gur

nicolepiastri 🥰🥰❤️

alex_albon i smell someone else dropping out of the competition 👁️👁️

olliebearman first date kinda nervyy

⤷ carlossainz55 Ollie don’t make me call Charles.

⤷ olliebearman Party pooper.

charles_leclerc Ladies, with gentle hands…I come to this comment section today to announce that I will be dropping out of the competition, it’s been a great few years and we’ve shared many great moments together but it’s time, I quit. Catch me at the club tonight.

⤷ yn stay safe charlie ☺️

⤷ charles_leclerc always mon cœur

⤷ yn i’ll always remember us sneaking off in the middle of the night and just talking

⤷ charles_leclerc i would listen to you for hours mon cœur

⤷ carlossainz55 Oh so you’re a slut.

⤷ georgerussell63 And with that, we’re left with the last one standing, the one who joined last, the one who no one thought would win, the one that stole the heart of y/n. We have the winner of the competition, the man, the myth, the one who gets the final rose, Oscar Piastri. What a ride that was, thanks for following along folks.

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri my honey 💛

yn my babyyyy 🩷🩷🩷🩷

danielricciardo Aussie’s on top

⤷ yn oh he’s on top alright

⤷ carlossainz55 DAFUQ

⤷ yn jkjk (not jk)

⤷ carlossainz55 STOP

⤷ charles_leclerc Oh I know Oscar is never bored

iamrebeccad the sainz effect is real

yn you’re so sweet i wish australians were real

⤷ oscarpiastri ???

pierregasly What a love story, i’m getting emotional I just need a minute 🥹

kimi.antonelli HAHAHA OLLIE OWES ME 5 THOUSAND DOLLARS AHAHAHAHAHAH

⤷ olliebearman darn it 😒

⤷ yn wtf??

⤷ olliebearman i had my bet on charles

⤷ pierregasly Me too I thought those bitches we’re getting married. So happy for Osc though this is so sweet 🥹

⤷ olliebearman let’s get you back to bed grandpa

georgerussell63 The last man standing, thanks for following along this crazy love story folks. ❤️

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xianji · 4 months ago

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12:00am 12:01 am.

your phone vibrated against your pillow, pulling you out of sleep. squinting, you reached for it, barely registering the time—12:01 am—before kuroo’s name flashed across the screen.

kuroo: happy birthday, dumbass. i win.

you groaned, rubbing your eyes.

you: win what?

kuroo: being the first to say it, obviously. now open your door.

you blinked, still half-asleep.

you: no

kuroo: yes. i’m already here.

you froze. that woke you up. kicking off your blanket, you padded over to your window first, pulling the curtain back. and there he was—kuroo tetsurou, standing under the streetlight in his hoodie, a plastic bag in one hand, looking way too pleased with himself.

sighing, you grabbed your jacket and made your way downstairs, the cold air biting at your skin as you cracked the door open.

“kuroo.” your voice was flat. “what the hell.”

he grinned, stepping closer. “midnight birthday delivery. it’s tradition now.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you’ve never done this before.”

“exactly. new tradition.” he held up the bag. “onigiri and pudding, your favorites. got them fresh before the store closed.”

your heart did something weird in your chest, but you ignored it, arms crossing. “you seriously walked all the way here at midnight? just for this?”

he shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “it’s your birthday. of course i’d show up for my best friend.”

there was something in the way he said it—too casual, like he was brushing past something. the weight in his voice didn’t match the easy smirk on his face.

“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered, but you reached out anyway, taking the bag from his hands. your fingers brushed his in the process—just a second, barely anything—but it sent warmth up your arm despite the cold.

he didn’t move away, still watching you, still standing too close.

“you gonna make me stand out here all night?” his voice was quieter now, lower.

you swallowed, gripping the bag a little tighter. “you’re the idiot who came here.”

“yeah.” his smirk softened. “guess i am.”

for a second, neither of you said anything. the night air was still, the only sound your quiet breathing.

then, kuroo exhaled, stepping back with a lopsided grin. “alright, birthday kid. go eat before it gets cold.”

you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest stayed.

“thanks, testsu.”

he shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels. “anytime.”

a/n: “best friend” yea right 😒 kuroo gave you a big fat hug after

@livteracts happy birthday gang

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq fluff #kuroo testuro

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jkwrites-m · 1 month ago

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Daddy Kookie (2)

Pairing: idol!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: childhood lovers to exes to lovers, parents au, idol au, smut, angst, fluff

Word Count: 6.4k

Summary: After Jungkook dropped all contact, Y/N was left broken - and pregnant. Seven years later, fate brings them back together.

Warnings: MDNI, Explicit, 18+, smut, angst, abandonment, young (teenage) pregnancy, unintentional parental neglect, resentment, fighting, boundaries, guilt, burnout, anxiety, confessions, reunions, slapping, anger, heartbreak, cursing, struggle, explicit: PRAISING, kissing, missionary, tension, pillow talk, unprotected sex

A/N: here’s what was originally the ending of part one but for some reason i can’t post that many blocks 😒 so here’s the “part 2”.

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I found Namjoon in the hotel gym that night.

He was alone, earbuds in, pacing the far side of the room with a water bottle tucked under one arm, muttering rehearsal notes to himself like he always did before a show. I stood in the doorway for a solid minute before I said anything.

He saw me in the mirror first.

Pulled out one earbud.

“You alright?” he asked.

“No.”

He nodded once and didn’t press me.

Just set down his bottle and motioned toward the bench press like, sit.

I sat.

And for a while, neither of us said a word.

“I met with her this morning,” I said finally, my voice rough from not speaking since the show.

Namjoon didn’t ask who.

He just waited.

“I asked for an hour. She gave me exactly that.”

I rubbed my hands together. My legs were bouncing, and I couldn’t stop.

“I thought I was ready to see her. But I wasn’t.”

Still, Namjoon said nothing.

“She has a daughter.”

His brows lifted just slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

“She’s mine,” I added. “Her name is Eun Ae.”

That got him.

Namjoon blinked slowly and sat down on the bench across from me. “You’re a dad?”

I nodded. “I didn’t know. I- God, hyung, I blocked her. She tried to tell me and I just… I disappeared.”

He sighed but didn’t scold me.

I think that made it worse.

“She raised her alone,” I said. “Worked. Went to school. Everything. No help. And I was here, living my dream while she was raising my kid and barely surviving.”

“You didn’t know,” Namjoon said carefully.

“I should’ve.”

“That’s true.”

I buried my face in my hands. “She’s giving me one chance. Tomorrow. At the zoo. I get to meet her - meet my daughter - for the first time and I don’t even know how to breathe around the thought of it.”

He let me sit in the silence for a beat.

Then: “What are you most scared of?”

“That she’ll hate me.”

Namjoon’s gaze softened.

“That she’ll ask me where I’ve been,” I whispered, “and I won’t know how to answer.”

“You don’t have to have all the answers,” he said. “You just have to show up. That’s what matters now.”

“I want to be in her life,” I said. “I want to earn it. I want to be someone she can count on. Not someone she has to recover from.”

Namjoon nodded slowly. “That’s a good place to start.”

“And Y/N…” My voice cracked. “I still love her.”

“I know.”

“I don’t expect her to forgive me. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But I want her to see that I’m not the same kid who left.”

“You’re not,” he said.

I looked up at him. “What if I ruin it again?”

“Then you don’t,” Namjoon said. “You show up. You listen. You apologize. You be present. And if they don’t let you in, you keep showing up until they do- or until they tell you to stop. Either way, you stay honest.”

I nodded, swallowing hard.

“Thanks, hyung.”

He gave a tired smile. “Get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

I didn’t sleep much.

But I dreamed of a little girl with my eyes.

And Y/N beside her.

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It was her idea to wear her tiger hoodie.

“Because we’re going to the zoo,” she said, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.

I tied her shoelaces twice- her feet wouldn’t stop bouncing- then stood up and stared at her for a moment too long.

“Mama?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you nervous?”

A pause.

“No,” I said. “I’m just thinking.”

It wasn’t a lie. I was thinking. About everything.

About how I swore he’d never meet her. About how easily I’d broken that rule yesterday. About how I’d watched his hands tremble when I said the word daughter.

He didn’t cry, not fully.

But he looked like someone who had finally understood what it meant to break something that couldn’t be fixed.

I kept that image close as I buckled her into her booster seat and drove to the zoo.

He was already waiting by the entrance.

Sunglasses. Mask. Hoodie. Head tucked down.

It should’ve made him look anonymous.

It didn’t.

Even behind all that, he looked unmistakably like him.

And when Eun Ae saw him, she didn’t pause.

She ran.

Full-speed. Straight up to him like she’d known him her whole life.

“Hi!” she chirped. “I’m Eun Ae. Are you the friend Mama said we’re meeting?”

He knelt down slowly.

I watched his fingers shake as he pulled the mask down from his face.

“Yeah,” he said, voice cracking. “I’m… I’m Jungkook.”

“That’s a funny name,” she giggled. “Can I call you Mr. Kookie?”

He let out a short, stunned laugh.

“Sure,” he said, clearing his throat. “You can call me that.”

She grabbed his hand like it was nothing. Like it was normal.

Like this hadn’t been six years coming.

I followed a few steps behind them, unsure what to do with my arms, my heart, my breath.

They moved together easily.

Too easily.

He matched her pace. Let her pick which exhibits to visit. Lifted her onto his shoulders to see the giraffes. Bought her a pretzel and wiped the cheese off her face without hesitation. They laughed at the same things. Tilted their heads the same way when they were curious. Chewed the straw of their drinks when they were thinking.

They were mirrors.

And I was the frame- holding it all together, barely.

At the tiger enclosure, Eun Ae pressed her palms to the glass and gasped.

“They’re so cool!” she shouted. “I want one!”

“They’re a little big for a pet,” Jungkook said, crouching next to her.

“I’d teach it tricks.”

“I bet you would.”

There was a pause. Then she asked the question I’d been dreading.

“Did you know my mom when she was my age?”

Jungkook blinked.

I tensed.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “I did.”

“Was she weird like me?”

“She was perfect,” he said. “Exactly like you.”

She grinned. “So… super weird?”

He laughed, and I heard something in it that sounded like mourning.

Later, while she climbed a small jungle gym near the café, I sat beside him on the bench.

He didn’t speak at first.

Just watched her, eyes full of things I didn’t want to name.

“She’s incredible,” he whispered.

“I know.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“You already said that.”

“I’ll say it again,” he said. “As many times as you need.”

We sat in silence for a long time.

Then I heard my voice say something I hadn’t planned.

“You’re good with her.”

He turned to me, surprised.

“She doesn’t know who you are,” I added. “But she likes you.”

“I’m glad.”

“She’s never had… that. A male figure. Anyone to play like that with.”

He looked away. “That’s my fault.”

I didn’t correct him.

He reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled something out.

A little stuffed tiger.

“I bought this on the way here,” he said, holding it up. “I didn’t know if I’d get to give it to her.”

She ran back to us just then, sweaty and smiling.

Jungkook knelt again and held out the tiger.

“For you.”

Her eyes lit up.

“Thanks, Mr. Kookie!”

She hugged him. No hesitation.

He closed his eyes like the moment hurt in a way he needed.

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That night, after Eun Ae was tucked into bed, I sat on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders and my phone pressed to my ear.

The apartment was quiet.

Too quiet.

Like the kind of quiet that presses in on your skin and makes your thoughts louder than they should be.

“She hugged him,” I whispered.

My best friend on the other end of the line didn’t speak. She waited. She always did.

“She hugged him like she’d known him her whole life. Like he hadn’t missed anything. Like he hadn’t disappeared.”

I wiped under my eyes with the edge of my sleeve.

“And he was… good with her. Gentle. Patient. Funny. Like he’d been waiting his whole life to meet her. Like he already loved her.”

“You sound surprised,” my friend said.

“I am,” I confessed. “I don’t want to be. But I am.”

There was a pause.

“You still love him,” she said.

I closed my eyes.

“Don’t,” I said softly. “Please.”

“Y/N-”

“I can’t afford to love him,” I whispered. “Not again. Not after what he did.”

The words came out raw and wet and cracked.

“I spent years hating him,” I said. “Years trying to forget the way he looked at me, the way he kissed me, the way he made me believe in things that never came true. And today, I watched him hold our daughter’s hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I…This could’ve been real. This life. This moment. All of it. If he had just… stayed.”

I swallowed the sob that threatened.

“I didn’t feel anger. I didn’t feel hate. I felt… sad. And full. And furious. And terrified. All at once.”

“You’re allowed to feel all of that.”

“I know. But it doesn’t make it easier.”

She didn’t say anything for a while.

Then: “Do you think he still loves you?”

I laughed. Quiet and bitter. “He says he does.”

“And do you believe him?”

I looked out the window. The city lights blinked back like stars caught in a snow globe.

“I believe he thinks he does,” I said. “But I don’t know if he loves me- who I am now. Not the girl he left behind.”

“You don’t have to decide anything now.”

“I don’t want to decide anything,” I said. “I just want to breathe again.”

I hung up after that.

Tucked my phone under the blanket and rested my head on the arm of the couch. My eyes closed. My chest ached. I felt heavy and hollow and full of fire all at the same time.

And then I heard it.

A shuffle.

A creak of the hallway floorboard.

I turned.

Jungkook stood there, just outside the door frame, his hand against the wall like he needed it to hold himself up.

He hadn’t knocked.

He hadn’t said a word.

He just looked at me like he’d walked straight into the center of a storm he hadn’t seen coming.

“You heard all that,” I said, my voice flat.

He didn’t deny it.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

“I didn’t mean to,” he said quietly. “I was bringing back the little drawing she made. She left it in my jacket pocket. I was going to knock. I just… heard you.”

I sat up slowly.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know.”

He didn’t budge.

“Y/N,” he said softly, voice shaking. “I love you. Not just the girl I left. Not some idea. You. Right now. All of it.”

And then he crossed the room.

Without another word, he bent down and kissed me.

Soft and sure and shaking all at once.

And for one second - just one - I kissed him back.

It was like breathing again for the first time in years. Like lightning. Like a heartbeat I didn’t know I missed.

But then I pulled back.

And I slapped him.

Hard.

He didn’t even flinch.

“You can’t just do that,” I said, my voice rising. “You don’t get to walk in here, say I love you, and kiss me like it erases what you did.”

“I know,” he said, eyes shining. “I know it doesn’t fix anything. I just needed you to know it’s real.”

A long silence stretched between us.

He finally set the folded piece of paper on the table.

It was a crayon drawing. Stick figures. A tiger. The word “KOOKIE” spelled backwards across the top.

“I’ll go,” he said, stepping back. “But… thank you. For today.”

He turned and walked out before I could say a word.

And I sat there, hands shaking, heart a mess, trying not to chase after him.

Because no matter how much I wanted to…

I didn’t know if I could survive loving him again.

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I didn’t mean to kiss her.

I meant to leave.

I meant to say those words and walk away like a man who’d learned his lesson. Who knew better now.

But when I looked at her- sitting on that couch, eyes full of grief and strength- I forgot what I was supposed to do.

And when her lips touched mine back… for that brief, burning second, I thought maybe I wasn’t too late.

But then she slapped me.

And she was right to.

I walked out shortly after. The drawing Eun Ae made was still on the table. The door shut behind me like punctuation on a sentence I’d rewritten too many times in my head.

I didn’t go to my room.

I went to Namjoon’s.

He was still up, writing in a leather-bound notebook like always. When he opened the door and saw my face, he didn’t ask. Just moved aside to let me in.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands gripping the hem of my hoodie.

“She still hates me,” I said.

Namjoon didn’t reply. Just waited.

“I heard her talking to someone. On the phone. After the zoo.” I exhaled shakily. “She said it could’ve been real. The life. The moment. If I had just stayed.”

My voice cracked.

“She’s right,” I said. “It could’ve been. I destroyed everything.”

Namjoon sat in the chair across from me, elbows on his knees. “You didn’t destroy everything.”

“I kissed her,” I admitted.

That got a raised eyebrow.

“She kissed me back. For a second. Then she slapped me.”

Namjoon didn’t flinch. “You probably deserved it.”

“I definitely deserved it.”

I leaned forward, elbows on my thighs, head in my hands.

“She thinks I’m just showing up now because of Eun Ae. But it’s not that. I was going to try before I even knew. I swear. I just… I still love her. That never went away.”

“I know,” Namjoon said. “We all do.”

“She said she doesn’t know if I love who she is now. Not the girl I left behind.”

“Do you?”

“Yes,” I said immediately. “She’s stronger. Sharper. She’s everything I wish I’d grown up fast enough to deserve.”

Namjoon nodded slowly.

“Then show her,” he said. “Not with words. You’ve said enough. Do something.”

“Like what?”

“Think,” he said. “What did she love? What mattered to her?”

I blinked.

“Wildflowers,” I said. “She always picked the ugly ones growing out of sidewalk cracks. Said they were survivors.”

Namjoon smiled. “Then that’s where you start.”

I nodded, a lump forming in my throat.

“I’m going to show up,” I said. “Every day. Until she tells me not to. Or until she believes me.”

“Good,” Namjoon said. “And Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not a piece of shit. You were a scared kid who made a selfish mistake. Now you’re a man who has to own it.”

I nodded again.

I wasn’t running anymore.

Tomorrow, I’d bring her flowers.

Not roses.

Not something expensive or flashy.

Just wildflowers.

The ones that survive.

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He didn’t text the next morning.

Didn’t call.

Didn’t knock.

But when I opened the door to take out the trash, there was a bouquet of wildflowers on the step.

No note.

No explanation.

Just color.

Simple and honest.

I stared at them for a long time before I brought them inside.

I didn’t put them in a vase.

Not yet.

Eun Ae noticed them instantly.

“Oooh, are those for you?”

“Yeah,” I said, almost under my breath.

“From Mr. Kookie?”

I froze.

She giggled. “He smells like sunshine.”

I blinked. “What?”

“His hoodie. It smelled like sunshine. And gum.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

She took one of the smaller stems from the bouquet and tucked it behind my ear before skipping off to play.

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The next day, he didn’t bring flowers.

He brought her a book.

One of those thick picture books with a glittery cover and a dragon on the front. She shrieked like she’d won the lottery. He handed it to her without a word and let her read to him, even though she kept skipping pages and making up half the story.

He didn’t flinch.

Didn’t correct her.

He just smiled like it was the best thing he’d ever heard.

I watched from the kitchen, trying not to feel anything.

Trying to stay steady.

Trying not to remember the way his hand had felt on my cheek when he kissed me.

And the sting of my own palm after.

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The third day, he showed up with both- flowers for me, a new stuffed animal (a bunny this time) for her, and takeout from my favorite noodle place.

He didn’t ask to stay.

Just handed it over, bowed, and walked away.

I didn’t stop him.

But I didn’t close the door right away either.

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The fourth day, he didn’t come.

And I hated how I noticed.

How the absence felt like a missing rhythm in my day. A skipped beat.

I told myself it was good. Smart. Necessary.

That space was healthy.

But then he texted.

Jungkook: Didn’t want to crowd you today. Just… wanted you to know I’m here.

I didn’t reply.

But I stared at that message for a long time.

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The fifth day, he came by again. This time he asked if we wanted to go for ice cream.

Eun Ae screamed like he’d asked her to Disneyland.

I tried to say no.

I did.

But my mouth betrayed me.

“Okay,” I said. “Just an hour.”

He didn’t smile like he won.

He smiled like it hurt to be that grateful.

We walked to the corner shop with her bouncing between us. He let her pick his flavor. She made him get bubblegum. He pretended to like it. I knew he didn’t.

He caught me watching him.

And didn’t look away.

That night, after she was in bed, I sat on the same couch, stared at the same wall, and whispered into the dark:

“I don’t know if I’m ready.”

And I meant it.

I wasn’t ready.

Not yet.

But I also wasn’t closing the door anymore.

Not all the way.

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I should’ve known it was too good to last.

The morning started perfect.

Too perfect.

Jungkook showed up with matching zoo t-shirts he found online. One for him, one for Eun Ae. Hers said “Mini Tiger.” His said “Big Tiger.”

She laughed for five straight minutes and made him wear it out in public.

I rolled my eyes and told him he was shameless.

He just grinned and handed me a coffee with two extra espresso shots- exactly the way I liked it.

“Trying to bribe me?” I asked.

“Maybe.”

I didn’t smile.

But my fingers brushed his on accident when I took the cup.

And I didn’t pull away.

We took Eun Ae to the botanical gardens. Let her feed koi fish and run across wooden bridges with her stuffed tiger tucked under one arm. Jungkook stayed close the entire time. Carrying her backpack, tying her shoe when it came undone, wiping ice cream off her face.

It almost looked like a family.

Almost.

We sat on the grass to rest before lunch, and she ran over to the koi pond like it was a different world.

“She’s so comfortable with you,” I said, trying not to let it sound like an accusation.

“I’m glad,” he said. “I want her to be.”

There was a quiet pause.

Then he looked at me and said something that should’ve been sweet.

But it wasn’t.

“She’s just like you, you know.”

I blinked.

“She’s strong and stubborn and always needs to be right. She even talks with her hands like you do- ”

“Don’t,” I said, sharper than I meant to.

He froze. “What?”

“Don’t compare us like that.”

“I wasn’t- I meant it as a good thing-”

“She’s not a mirror, Jungkook,” I snapped. “She’s a person. Her own person.”

“I know that,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean it like- ”

“You weren’t around. You don’t know what she’s like. You’ve seen her for what? A week? You don’t get to analyze her like you raised her.”

His mouth opened. Then closed.

And I saw something shift in his eyes.

Something small and hurt.

Then a tiny voice interrupted us.

“I’m sorry,” Eun Ae whispered.

We both turned.

She was standing by the fish pond again, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to make you mad,” she sniffled. “I’ll be good.”

“No,” I said quickly, moving toward her. “Baby, no. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She clung to me like her little heart might explode.

I scooped her up and pressed her to my chest.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, voice thick. “I’m not mad at you. I promise. You didn’t do anything.”

She looked over my shoulder at Jungkook. “Are you mad too?”

He shook his head, eyes glassy. “No, sweetheart. Never.”

“I just wanted to have a nice day,” she mumbled.

My throat tightened.

“I know,” I whispered.

We sat on the bench together for a long time after that.

No one said much.

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Eun Ae fell asleep in the car on the way home, and Jungkook carried her inside like muscle memory. He tucked her into bed without needing directions, covered her with her favorite blanket, and kissed the crown of her head before stepping back like it hurt to walk away.

Neither of us said much after that.

He left for the venue early that night to prep for their final concert.

I stood in the hallway after he left, hand pressed against the door, heart aching like it was made of split seams and bad timing.

I didn’t cry.

But I wanted to.

Because I knew this was what I did.

Push away before I could be left again.

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The stadium vibrated under my feet.

Screams rolled like thunder across the roof, and I could feel the beat of the music reverberating through the concrete backstage walls.

It was the final night of BTS’s residency.

Everything was fire.

Everything was electric.

Everything was right- except me.

I stood at the main comms table with a headset snug against my ears, spitting rapid-fire cues to the light techs, the camera ops, and the runners, my voice a metronome of control.

“Camera C, pan stage right. Cue smoke burst. Light rig alpha, wait two seconds on drop- no, two seconds, not four-”

My tone was clipped. My spine straight.

On the outside, I looked like I had it together.

But I could feel it.

The crack behind my ribs. The pulse behind my eyes. The way I flinched every time his voice cut through the speakers.

Every note he sang.

Every lyric he poured his soul into.

It hurt.

I told myself I didn’t care.

I told myself I was over it.

But every time the lights shifted and his silhouette appeared, I remembered the way he’d looked when he kissed me and the way he’d stayed when I slapped him.

I remembered how his voice broke when he said, “I love you. Right now. All of it.”

I remembered the way he meant it.

And I remembered how much that terrified me.

“Y/N?” someone called in my ear. “Spotlight three needs confirmation. We’re doing the slow solo bridge in thirty.”

I blinked, the fog in my head thick.

“Copy that,” I said quickly. “Cue in thirty. Confirm on bridge.”

I watched the monitors as he stepped up to the center of the stage.

Alone.

Golden lights haloed around him. Fans screamed his name from every direction.

And he sang.

Not just to them.

I knew that voice.

I knew when it was for the crowd…

…and when it was for me.

My hands curled into fists at my sides.

Stop it.

Don’t romanticize this.

Don’t soften.

But I did.

I always did.

Every time his voice cracked. Every time he hit a note like it cost him a piece of himself.

He looked straight into the lens during the final chorus- the one that streamed to every screen in the arena.

It was almost too direct.

Too intentional.

And in that moment, I knew.

He wasn’t singing to a sea of strangers.

He was singing to me.

The cue ended. The screen faded to black. Lights cut. Screams exploded.

My heart thudded harder than the bass.

I turned away from the monitor and pulled off my headset.

I needed air.

The crew backstage was already preparing for encore. The guys were offstage hydrating, catching their breath, prepping for the last two songs.

I slipped through a side door and stepped out into the shadowed corridor by the loading dock. It was cold. Quiet. The noise of the crowd muffled by thick walls.

I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes.

I didn’t want this to hurt.

But it did.

I didn’t want to care.

But I did.

And worst of all?

I didn’t want to want him.

But God, I did.

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The cheers were still echoing in my bones.

My shirt clung to my back, soaked through with sweat. My hair was dripping. My lungs were still catching up.

But all I could think about was her.

I didn’t see her once during the show. Not backstage. Not in the wings. Not even in the flashes of tech crew darting through shadows.

But I felt her.

Like gravity.

Like silence.

Like a missing beat in the rhythm I couldn’t get right.

I sat alone in the dressing room while the rest of the guys laughed and recapped their favorite fan chants. Jimin had his feet on the table, Taehyung was dancing shirtless with a can of soda, and Jin was complaining about the confetti in his hair.

But I couldn’t join them.

I couldn’t even smile.

My hands trembled as I unlaced my boots. My knees bounced restlessly. My throat was dry, but I couldn’t drink anything.

Because all I could hear was her voice.

“You don’t know what she’s like.”

“You weren’t around.”

“You don’t get to analyze her like you raised her.”

She was right.

Every word.

I’d tried so hard to connect, I didn’t realize I was stepping on landmines she’d spent years trying to bury.

I messed it up.

Again.

“Yo,” Namjoon said, stepping into the room and tossing me a towel. “You good?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“You’re lying.”

I sighed. “I know.”

He sat down across from me, cracking open a bottle of water and sliding one my way.

“She didn’t talk to me tonight,” I said.

“You talk to her?” he asked.

“No.”

“Then maybe she’s waiting.”

“Or maybe she’s done.”

Namjoon didn’t say anything to that. He just leaned back and looked at me with those eyes that saw way too much.

“Do you regret it?” he asked.

I blinked. “Regret what?”

“Kissing her.”

I hesitated.

“No,” I said. “Not for a second.”

“She kissed you back.”

“Just for a second.”

“But she did,” he said. “And that means something.”

“Does it?”

He nodded. “It means she hasn’t closed the door. She’s just scared to open it.”

I stared at the floor.

“I don’t want to scare her,” I whispered. “I just want to show her that I’m not that kid anymore. That I’m not running. That I’m here. I’m here.”

Namjoon leaned forward. “Then tell her. Really tell her. Not to fix things. Not to beg. Just to say it. Say what you didn’t back then.”

I nodded slowly.

“We’re leaving tomorrow,” I said.

“Then tonight’s your last chance.”

“I don’t know if she’ll open the door.”

“Then knock anyway.”

I looked up.

“I’m scared,” I admitted. “If she sends me away, I don’t know if I’ll recover.”

“She won’t send you away,” he said. “Not if you’re honest. Not if you’re real.”

I took a deep breath.

I was real.

I was terrified.

But I was real.

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I didn’t ask what he was doing here.

I didn’t ask why he looked like he hadn’t slept in days or why his fingers were twitching at his sides like they didn’t know how to be still.

I just watched as he stepped inside my apartment, slowly, like the floor might vanish beneath him and closed the door behind him with a soft click.

He stood there for a long time.

Like he couldn’t find the words.

Like if he said the wrong thing, I’d vanish.

I leaned against the wall and waited.

He finally looked up.

“I didn’t know how to leave this city without seeing you again.”

I didn’t reply.

“I’m not asking for anything,” he said. “Not your forgiveness. Not a second chance. Not some happy ending I don’t deserve. I just… I need you to know.”

His voice cracked.

“I need you to know that I never stopped loving you.”

My breath caught.

“I didn’t leave because I stopped. I left because I was scared. And young. And stupid. And then I was ashamed. So ashamed I couldn’t even look at myself. So I blocked you. I shut you out. Because every time I thought of you, I remembered what I threw away.”

My throat burned.

“You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known,” he said. “And you raised our daughter without me. You built a life, a home, a future- and I wasn’t there. I missed her first words. Her first steps. Her birthdays. I missed everything.”

Tears welled in his eyes.

“I don’t deserve to be her dad. I don’t deserve to even stand in this hallway. But I’m here. And if there’s even the smallest piece of you that believes I could be more than what I was-”

He stopped.

Swallowed hard.

“-then I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it.”

The silence that followed felt like thunder.

And then I whispered, “You don’t get to walk back in and say the right thing and expect it to fix the past.”

“I know,” he said, hoarse.

“But…”

He looked up.

“But you said the right thing anyway.”

And then I stepped toward him.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t even breathe.

Until I reached for him.

And he broke.

His hands cupped my face like I was something fragile, like I was glass, like he wasn’t sure if I’d let him keep holding me.

And when he kissed me- this time- I didn’t slap him.

I kissed him back.

Hard. Messy. Real.

It wasn’t slow.

It wasn’t soft.

It was years of ache and regret and longing that had nowhere else to go.

His hoodie came off, tossed aside like it was nothing, and mine followed, sliding to the floor in a forgotten heap.

Hands found skin like they were remembering. His fingers traced the curve of my waist, the dip of my spine, like he was mapping me again, reclaiming territory he’d lost.

My back hit the hallway wall, the cold plaster a stark contrast to the heat of his body pressing against mine. He kissed down my neck, his breath hot and ragged, and whispered,

“I missed you so much. I missed this. I missed you.”

I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. We stumbled toward the bedroom, shedding layers like they were shackles, breathless and desperate.

The bed creaked beneath us as he lowered me onto it, his weight hovering above me, his eyes searching mine like he needed permission.

“This okay?” he asked, barely above a whisper, his voice raw with need and uncertainty. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, but he needed more.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He didn’t hesitate. His lips found mine again, hungry and demanding, but his hands were gentle, reverent, like he was worshipping me. He kissed his way down my body, pausing at my breasts, his tongue tracing the curve of my nipples, his lips murmuring praises against my skin.

“God, I missed these. So fucking beautiful.”

I arched into his touch, my breath hitching as his hands slid down my thighs, his fingers brushing the edge of my panties. He hooked them with a single finger, pulling them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Always were.”

He kissed his way back up, his lips brushing mine before trailing down my neck, his hands roaming over my body like he was memorizing every inch.

“I’ve thought about this every day,” he confessed, his breath hot against my ear. “Every. Fucking. Day.”

I reached for him, my hands tracing the lean muscles of his back, the ink of his tattoo sleeve, the piercings that glinted under the dim light. He was solid and real, and I couldn’t stop touching him, like I needed to prove he was here, that this was real.

He shifted above me, his eyes dark with need, and I felt him, hard and insistent against my thigh.

“I need you,” he growled, his voice rough, his hands gripping my hips. “Now.”

I nodded, my heart racing, my body aching for him. He didn’t waste another second. He entered me slowly, his eyes locked on mine, his breath catching as he filled me completely.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel so good.”

He began to move, slow and deliberate, his hips rocking into mine, his hands gripping my thighs like he was anchoring himself to me.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice low and demanding, and I obeyed, my eyes meeting his, holding his gaze as he thrust deeper, harder.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine with each movement. “So perfect.”

His words sent shivers down my spine, his praise fueling the fire burning between us. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

“Jungkook,” I gasped, my nails digging into his back, my voice breaking as pleasure coiled tight in my core.

He growled, his pace quickening, his hands gripping my hips tighter, his control slipping. “Cum for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

His words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him, my body trembling as my orgasm crashed over me, waves of pleasure washing through me, my breath catching in a sharp cry. “Jungkook!”

He whispered into my neck, his lips brushing my skin, his voice hoarse and desperate. “I love you. I love you so much.”

His words were a balm, a salve to wounds I didn’t realize were still raw. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his back, my body still trembling as he followed me over the edge, his thrusts becoming frantic, his breath ragged against my skin.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice breaking as he came, his body shuddering above me, his release a sharp, primal sound.

He collapsed onto me, his weight heavy but comforting, his breath hot against my neck. For a moment, we just lay there, our hearts pounding in unison, our bodies still joined, the silence thick with unspoken emotions.

He brushed my hair back and kissed my forehead.

“I’m not going anywhere this time,” he said, voice trembling.

I didn’t answer.

But I didn’t ask him to leave either.

And that was enough.

For now.

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I woke up to the sound of his breathing.

Slow. Steady.

It filled the room like the soft hum of a song I hadn’t heard in years.

For a moment, I didn’t open my eyes.

I just listened.

Soaked in the weight of him next to me. The warmth of his arm draped around my waist. The rise and fall of his chest behind my back. His hand, large and gentle, resting against my ribs like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go.

The light was pale through the blinds. Morning had barely begun.

But the ache in my chest already knew it was time.

I turned over slowly.

He was already awake.

Watching me.

Not smiling. Not saying anything.

Just looking.

Like this was the first morning of his life that made sense.

I searched his face for hesitation.

There wasn’t any.

Just quiet awe.

And something softer than I knew what to do with.

“You didn’t sleep,” I whispered.

“Didn’t want to.”

I blinked. “Why not?”

He reached up and brushed a strand of hair from my cheek.

“Didn’t want to miss this.”

My throat tightened.

I looked away.

“You’re leaving today.”

It wasn’t a question.

He nodded. “My flight’s in four hours.”

I swallowed.

“Will you tell her?”

He nodded again. “I want to. When you’re ready.”

“I don’t know when that’ll be.”

“I’ll wait.”

I looked back at him.

He meant it.

“I don’t know what this is,” I said softly.

“Me neither,” he replied. “But I want to find out.”

Silence stretched between us like thread.

“Can I see you before I go?” he asked.

“You’re seeing me now.”

He smiled. Just barely. “After I pack. Before the airport.”

I didn’t say yes.

But I didn’t say no.

He leaned in and kissed me once- just once- like he didn’t want to ask for more than I could give.

Then he pulled back, exhaled, and whispered:

“I’m so in love with you.”

I didn’t say it back.

But I didn’t need to.

Because he pressed his forehead to mine, closed his eyes, and stayed there for a long time.

And when he finally pulled away, when he slipped out of bed and gathered his things, I watched him with something heavy and quiet in my chest.

Not fear.

Not anger.

Something like hope.

And when Eun Ae woke an hour later and asked where Mr. Kookie was, I smiled, just a little, and said:

“He’s not gone. Not really.”

Because for the first time in years…

I believed it.

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Post A/N: dont hate me 😭 there’s still so much to their story

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biellescouts · 1 month ago

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bf!haechan drabble ⬂

boyfriend!haechan x f!reader

a/n; i see so much dom!haechan on here and like maybe he would try buttt idk. sorry dom!hyuck truthers, i respect it but it’s not me.🙂‍↔️

cw: kinda established relationship, curse words ruh roh, pwop (porn without plot.. eish sorry guys), smut — cocky haechan -> needy haechan, raw next question (wrap it up 🗣️), missionary, he finishes inside .

summary: haechi said he can be dominant…

bf!haechan has you laid in the centre of your shared bed, stark naked and looking up at him. he’s knelt between your legs. one hand is at the base of his dick, the other tightly gripping your waist. haechan teasingly taps his tip against your clit.

“you want this, pretty?” he smirks down at you.

you just beam up at him with a slight mischief in your eyes. you opted not to answer.

“yeah, you want this.”

he rubs his length up and down your pussy, coating his shaft in your slick. you don’t miss the shaky sigh he lets out. he’s already breaking— but you’ll ignore it for now.

you both let out a gasp as he pushes in, gently.

“f-fuck, jagiya. so wet for me, huh?” he swipes a thumb over your clit and you nod up at him, catching your bottom lip in your teeth.

haechan starts to move his hips slowly, bottoming out with each thrust as you grab at his bicep.

“shit, baby, that feels good.” you whine up at him and he smirks.

“yeah?”

i’m so in control he thinks.

“can- uhm, can you lift this leg for me?”

the tightening of your walls around him makes him stumble over his words. he taps your thigh with the palm of his hand. to assert dominance or.. something.

“you’re so bad at being bossy when you’re like this.” you let out an airy giggle and he attempts at an annoyed eye roll.

“ugh, well. you’re so g-good at being—“ he cuts himself off with a whine and you laugh again. “i’m just tryna hit it deeper for you.”

“you can’t move a little faster, baby? you’re fucking me so good, i need it faster.”

he lowers himself onto his elbows so that he can kiss you comfortably. now he’s the one choosing not to reply. not that he could coherently if he tried.

he starts to thrust into you faster, the sound of slapping skin and haechan’s low moans filling the room.

“shit, mama.. so tight around me.”

the repeated drag of his dick against your g-spot knocking the air out of your lungs, all you can do is moan in response and wrap your arm around his neck as he starts to press wet kisses to yours.

“tell me you’re close? need to hear it.” his breath is hot and ragged in the crook of your neck.

“mhm, don’t stop haechan, i’m almost there.” you whimper.

his thrusts become shallow and uncoordinated. you can feel him grinding against you and the friction makes your legs shake.

“baby.. baby, fuck.” he’s fully moaning now. can’t help it. the harder he goes, the faster he goes — the harder it becomes for him to keep his composure.

“mmph.. come for me? can you come for me, jagiya?” he whines pressing his lips to yours, eyes screwed shut.

you wrap your legs round his waist, “mhm.” and with your confirmation, his hips stutter against yours.

“‘m cumming. ugh, fuck! cumming in you, baby.” he whines as your pussy spasms around him. you then feel the weight of his body settle against your chest. “shit..”

“‘i can be dominant’” you wave your finger quotes up at the ceiling before bringing your hand down to cup his face, “so cute.”

“mhm.” he just sighs and pushes his face deeper into your palm, doesn’t even know what he’s agreeing to.

“you tired?” you scratch your nails against his scalp.

“mm.” he barely nods against your chest andd he’s asleep. cute shyt..😒

a/n; ya idk why but my brain can’t comprehend it lmao

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formulaaddict14 · 15 days ago

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Cat lover 4 life ( SMAU )

Lando Norris x ( Cat obsessed) Reader

Summary : A cat obsessed Y/N who

Warnings : None…?

Author note : I love how I promised to post every day till Uni starts but then proceeded not to post 😃

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Appreciation post for my first born daughter 🥹

user01 : favourite pinterest girl

| yourusername : born AND raised on pinterest 😌

user02 : WHAT’S THE CATS NAMEE

| yourusername : Ginger ( full government name Ginger Button the Third )

| user03 : why the third? 😭

| yourusername : for aesthetic purposes 😒

user04 : AWHHH

landonorris : Baby Ginger was a menace.

| yourusername : Do NOT speak ill of OUR child.

user05 : Why’s Lando in the likes?? 😀

| user06 : because they are dating?? 😭

user07 : Ginger has the coolest parents…

urbsf : I’ve still got beef with Ginger btw

| yourusername : Ginger lost all respect for you when you didn’t bring her treats.

user08 : Proudest cat mom out there?

| yourusername : definitely.

user09 : We need a Y/N vlog 😫💕

user10 : Ginger out here living the dream

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As you can see I take breaks VERY seriously

user11 : Lando and his daughter 💞

user12 : No Y/N???

| user13 : She’s in London so Lando’s a single parent 😞

yourusername : You better take good care of her…

| landonorris : I’d say she likes me more than you.

| yourusername : VERY bold assumption

user14 : He’s such a girl dad

user15 : Lando’s sim racing posture is my favourite 😭

user16 : Is that an old picture of Ginger?

| user17 : probably yeah since she’s a lot bigger now 🤷‍♀️

maxverstappen1 : Jimmy and Sassy said hi 😺

| yourusername : TELL THEM I LOVE THEM, please?

user18 : Y/N and her cat obsession is my fav 😭

user19 : MORE GINGER CONTENT!!!

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Spring is lovely 🌷☁️🫧

user20 : She’s so aesthetic it hurts

user21 : Is the last slide Lando? 😭

| user22 : lmao yeah

user23 : I need her wardrobe asap.

urbsf : Hey gorgeous 🤤

| yourusername : says you??

user24 : Forget Lando I want HER 💗

user25 : Ginger is adorable 😫

landonorris : Who’s that handsome man? 👀

| yourusername : Not you…

user26 : More ginger content pleaseee 😓

ursister : Bring Ginger over again for a play date 🥹 liked by creator

| yourusername : Yessss

user28 : How did Lando pull her 💔

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Mind you I mentioned I liked tulips ONCE 🥹💕

user29 : Where to find a man like this 🙁💔

urbsf : Yeah whatever… ( cute i guess )

| yourusername : 😽

user30 : No ginger this time…

user31 : I feel so single right now💔

landonorris : And you insist i have a bad memory 🙄

| yourusername : well you do just with a few exceptions…

user32 : Stop they are so couple goals 🥹

user33 : looked at my non-existent boyfriend and sighed…

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33lol · 14 days ago

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Truth or Dare - Part 3

Pazzi (paige x azzi) + uconn wbb

SMUT

warnings: sexual content, mentions of sexual content, mention of sex tape, drinking, spitting, body shot, strap sucking, twerking/grinding, degradation, restraints, squirting, spanking, some BDSM, vibrator use, shock collar, gag use, ab riding, nipple play, tit slapping

wc: 6.9k

MDNI

It had been two weeks since the last team hangout—at least one involving alcohol. Which was too long for some of them. This time around, Nika and Carol spearheaded the next session.

They were walking out of their Business Management class together heading to the library when Carol looked at Nika with a mischievous glare.

“Carol I know you’re plotting something crazy when you look at me like that,” Nika said tilting her head.

She giggled. “I was thinking about something,” she said, stopping in front of the shorter girl.

“Go on,” Nika encouraged, matching the glint in her eyes.

“I have an idea for the next team hangout,”

“Oh shit, please tell me,” Nika said more excitedly.

“I was thinking about another game of truth or dare, but with the couples on the team instead.”

Nika’s grin turned almost scary. “Oh fuck that’s messy. I love it.”

Carol smiled and they started walking again. Nika texted the group chat,

Huzzkies🫦🏀

Carol: heeeyyy guysss…

Ice: Carol….what are you doing?

Nika: so we have an idea

Paige: I stopped listening to y’alls ideas ages ago

Nika: twin just hear us out

Paige: 😒

Azzi: Well please inform the rest of us then

Jana: What she said^

Carol: ok so for our next hangout… truth or dare: couples edition

KK: I’m offended I wasn’t apart of the plotting process☹️

Nika: KK you can make the rules

KK: Thank you girlypop

Paige: This sounds messy

Nika: exactly😈

Azzi: Paige and I will be there

Paige: Oh?

Azzi: Did I stutter?

Jana: Please don’t fight.. can’t have you divorced before the party 🤧

Nika: twin you’ll survive. i’m bringing nahiem. he doesn’t know that yet but…

Carol: yanna, aubrey, amari—you all BETTER be there too

Yanna: I gotchu. D will have way too much fun with this🤣

Aubrey: Jane’s next to me and she said she’s down

Nika: Amari????

Amari: I’m bringing Ray whether he wants to or not

Carol: perfect.. we’ll see you tomorrow night in Nika and Paige’s dorm at 8! Everyone else please come watch this chaos go down with me in the audience 😍

(Liked by the team)

Paige: I hate my life

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The next evening came. People started filing into the dorm. Snacks in hand, drinks itching to be made. Azzi had come over early to help Paige set up since Nika was coming with Nahiem later.

Azzi walked over to Paige in the living room after she finished pushing all the furniture into place.

“Hey baby,” she said wrapping her arms around the blonde’s neck.

“Hi mama,” she sighing after.

“You okay?” Azzi questioned, searching her eyes for something.

“Yeah.. just don’t want these things to start feeling like too much for us,” Paige said leaning her forehead against Azzi’s.

“Whatchu mean by that baby?” Azzi asked softly.

“I just mean.. if you ever want them to chill out, with whatever dumb shit they plan, I want you to tell me. The games are fun and all, but we can also tell them we have boundaries.”

Azzi tilted her head so she could look her in the eyes better. “P… I’ve never felt uncomfortable at one of these. One, because I have you there with me. You would step in or be able to tell if something was wrong. And two, because it’s them. Yes they’re crazy and somewhat insane for liking it so much,” she said giggling. “But they know what is too much. They know when to stop. You have to remember they’re in the same position as we are baby,” Azzi comforted as she tucked loose hair behind her ear.

Paige nodded, feeling more at ease with Azzi’s assurance. “I meant what I said last time. I’m okay with doing anything you’re okay with doing. And I’m secure in us to the point where if we want to feed into the freakiness,” she smiled, “then we can sure as hell get freaky.”

“Are you good with doing stuff even in front of the guys?” Azzi asked with a smidge of concern etched on her face.

Paige took Azzi’s face in her hands, “Whatever you are comfortable with, I am comfortable with.”

Azzi smiled and leaned in, her lips almost touching Paige’s, “I love you. Especially freaky you,” she giggled against her mouth.

Paige just pulled her closer, molding their lips together. Before the kiss could deepen too much, a loud chorus of yelling and laughter barged through the door. KK, Ice, and Aaliyah all rushed in. Jana, Carol, and Ash a few steps behind them.

Paige and Azzi didn’t pull away from each other, still holding each other like they were glued together.

“The singles are here!” Jana yelled while strutting in further to the dorm.

Azzi giggled and snuggled her head into Paige’s chest. Paige rested one hand on her waist and let the other cradle her head.

“The kids are here honey,” Paige whispered in Azzi’s ear, making the younger girl laugh. She pulled away but dragged Paige by the hand to the kitchen. They all started mixing up drinks and claiming their snacks. They queued up some Drake songs and let the vibes start. Letting chaos begin to ensue.

Eventually the rest of the team showed up, along with their partners. They didn’t jump right in, wanting everyone to get comfortable with each other. Paige and Azzi stayed glued to each other, not straying far from one's side. They weren’t being clingy out of insecurity, just out of soft possessiveness.

When everyone seemed to get comfortable in the living room, taking up every piece of furniture, Carol gave Nika a side eye. Silently asking if she was ready to start. Nika nodded and Carol straightened up.

“Alright shall we get this party started!?”

Paige and Azzi decided to sit in the love seat again, Azzi wanting to sit in Paige’s lap. Azzi leaned in Paige’s ear and whispered, “Let’s try to answer and do everything… just for fun.”

Paige smiled and slapped her ass in return, “You dirty girl.”

Azzi bit her lip, “I’m your dirty girl.”

Paige let her tongue run across her lower lip, “Damn right you are.”

Azzi smiled and the two turned their attention back to the group bickering about the rules.

“Ok everyone shut up so I can explain!” KK clapped.

“Spin the bottle, you pick truth or dare. If you don’t answer or complete the dare, you take a shot. You all drink between each round as well. You get two passes where you don’t have to do anything and can move on. Once you use them, you’re out. Pictures and videos can be taken, but now will only be sent to the people in them. No posting them. And last but not least: what happens in the dorm, stays in the dorm.”

Everyone nodded along and hummed in agreement.

“Ok then couples, get in a circle!” Carol said in a high voice.

The other couples pulled their chairs to form around Paige and Azzi. The rest of the team sat on the couch behind them or were sitting on the kitchen table. The couples were Paige and Azzi, Yanna and Dalayah, Aubrey and Jane, Amari and Ray, and Nika and Nahiem.

“Ight before you start.. go ahead and take a shot!” KK said from the couch.

Everyone took their shot, grimacing at the burn down their throats.

Nika reached for the bottle, “We’ll start!” She spun and it landed on Amari and Ray.

“Truth or dare?”

Amari looked at Ray before answering, “Truth”

“Has anyone ever walked in on you?

Amari chuckled, “Not walked in on but definitely had people bang on the door interrupting,” she said side eyeing Ice.

“Yo it wasn’t my fault! You didn’t tell me he was coming over!” Ice said defensively from the couch.

Amari rolled her eyes and Ray laughed. “It’s okay, you didn’t stop us from finishing,” Ray muttered.

Ice made an exaggerated gagging noise and Amari spun. It landed on Yanna and Dalayah.

“Truth or dare”

Before Yanna could answer truth like always, Dalayah piped up, “Dare!”

“Oh I like her,” Nika said, alluding to Yanna’s boringness.

Amari whispered in Ray’s ear and he nodded in approval. “Demonstrate the last position you fucked in.”

Yanna’s eyes went wide but Dalayah was already pulling her to lay on the ground. She guided Yanna on her back and climbed on top so she was straddling her hips. “Cowgirl,” she said in a sweet tone. Yanna shook her head smiling and tapped her hip to get up. Dalayah spun the bottle and it landed on Paige and Azzi.

Azzi bounced on Paige’s lap excitedly, making the blonde giggle and squeeze her hips.

“We pick dare!” Azzi proclaimed eagerly while Paige just let her be.

Dalayah laughed and Yanna cut in, “Paige, take a body shot from her tits.”

Paige smirked and grabbed Azzi’s tits from behind. “Oh hell yeah!”

Azzi threw her head back and laughed, prying Paige’s hands off of her so she could get up. Paige stood and switched Azzi spots so she was sitting. She grabbed a shot glass and placed it in Azzi’s cleavage—which was already on display for her in Azzi’s new crop top—and poured in a shot of tequila. She set the bottle down and leaned into Azzi’s lips, giving her a kiss first. Then she trailed her tongue down Azzi’s throat and to her chest. She lowered her head and closed her lips around the cold shot glass. She threw it back, swallowing it with ease, then kissed Azzi again. Azzi smiled when she pulled back. Paige grabbed her hips, pulling them onto her as she sat down. Azzi leaned in to spin next. It landed on Nika and Nahiem.

“Truth or dare?”

Nika smirked next to Nahiem, “Dare.”

“Sit on his lap and give a blow job to a banana. And keep eye contact,” Azzi added.

Nika immediately got up to get the fruit from the kitchen while Nahiem waited shocked.

Paige leaned in Azzi’s ear, “You’re a menace,” saying it under her breath. Azzi giggled and retorted, “Oh just wait.”

Nika came back with the banana and climbed on Nahiem’s lap facing him. He held her waist as she looked at him with eyes that screamed trouble. She held the banana with her hands and started swirling her tongue on the end. Ice immediately whipped out her phone, knowing she was about to go crazy. Nika spit on the banana, then used her tongue to drag it up and down the sides of the banana. Nahiem ran his tongue over his lips making Nika double down. She took the banana in her mouth, dragging her lips up and down the length. She let the sound of the spit echo in the room. She bobbed up and down on the fruit and then slurped up her spit as she pulled off. Nahiem dragged his hand down his face and pinched Nika’s side. She laughed and climbed off and sat back in her chair next to him. She peeled the banana and began eating it.

KK yelled from the couch, “Nika Mühl you are insane!”

She laughed while Nahiem sighed and spun the bottle. It landed on Aubrey and Jane.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” they said in unison.

“Have you ever hooked up with someone and didn’t know their name?”

Aubrey and Jane glanced at each other before breaking out into giggles.

“That’s actually how we met,” Aubrey said with a cheesy grin.

“What do you mean that’s how you met?!” Nika asked dramatically.

Jane smiled, “Well I was at Ted’s one night and ended up kissing this girl and talking with her at the bar. Don’t ask me how I didn’t get her name first. But then I had to go pee so I left, but when I come back…this bitch,” she says pointing to Aubrey with her eyebrows raised, “was all up on her.”

Aubrey dipped her head and then added, “But then Jane came out and looked pissed—which I found very sexy—and I realized I followed her on instagram.”

Jane rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah then I left the bar and later that night she DMed me and I guess the rest is history.”

Azzi shook her head, “Jane wasn’t down with a threesome. Shame.”

The group giggled and Paige pinched her side. “You tryna tell me sumn ma?”

Azzi giggled and arched her brow in mystery. KK then yelled at them to take a shot before the next round.

Aubrey spun the bottle and it landed on Paige and Azzi.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Azzi said again. Paige just sighed defeatedly.

“Azzi, take a shot and spit it in Paige’s mouth.”

Azzi looked back at Paige who was already smiling. She got up off her lap and poured a shot. She knocked it back, letting it sit in her mouth. She used her fingers to hold Paige’s jaw and pry her mouth open. She kept her eyes locked on Paige’s as she transferred the warm tequila into Paige’s mouth. Paige swallowed the liquid, feeling how close their mouths were. Azzi smiled and ran her tongue over Paige’s lips before briefly kissing her. The group let out a mix of groans and chuckles but Azzi just sat back in her lap and spun the bottle. It landed on Nika and Nahiem.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Nahiem said while Nika side eyed him with a pout.

“What’s your favorite pair of lingerie of hers?”

Nahiem smiled and Nika covered her face knowing exactly what he would say. “She has this dark red lacy set with garters and a slit in the bottoms.” He slung his arm around her and she blushed.

“Ok next,” Nika said while spinning. This time it landed on Amari and Ray.

“Truth or dare?”

Ray spoke up this time, “Dare.”

Nika glanced at Amari with a wicked smile, “Demonstrate a sex position you wanna try.”

Amari scratched her head while looking at Ray. He snickered and reached for the shot glasses.

“Oh come on that’s an easy one!” KK said from the couch.

Amari and Ray threw the shots back. “We’ve tried every position we’ve wanted,” Amari informed the group.

“Oh…damn” KK said, a bit surprised. The group laughed and Ray folded his arms like he was proud. Amari spun the bottle and it landed on Jane and Aubrey.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare”

“Write something with lipstick on her chest and she can’t see,” Amari said to Aubrey.

Aubrey looked over at Jane who was rubbing her forehead smiling. Aubrey went to Jane’s purse and grabbed her lipstick and walked back over. She kneeled in front of her and twisted the wand out of the tube. She giggled before starting her work. Jane sat there watching the group’s reactions. Paige hid her face against Azzi’s back while Azzi snickered.

Aubrey pulled back admiring her work. “Perfect,” she said while getting up. Aubrey signed her name with her jersey number on Jane’s chest, just above her boobs.

“I’m tryna do that when you a WAG” Paige whispered in Azzi’s ear. Azzi blushed and sat further into Paige’s lap. Aubrey spun the bottle and it landed on Azzi and Paige again.

“Truth or dare?”

Paige covered Azzi’s mouth with her hand before she could answer. “Truth,” she said while Azzi giggled behind her fingers.

“That was hot,” Azzi whisper shouted to the blonde. Paige blushed and pulled her closer.

“Paige what is the most degrading thing you’ve let Azzi do in bed?”

Azzi’s body started uncontrollably shaking—laughing. Paige froze, face beat red and mouth dry.

“Oh hell nah I don’t think I wanna know,” Ice said from the couch.

“Yeah you probably don’t,” Azzi said while looking at Paige.

Paige pulled her lips into a thin line, but still had a faint smile behind it. “I’ll tell you if you really wanna know, but cover your ears if not,” she warned.

No one covered their ears.

The girls from the couch perked up and everyone watched intently.

“I let her use a shock collar on me.” Paige gritted out fast and immediately pulled Azzi’s body more in front of her so she could hide her face.

“I’M LEAVING”

“YALL NASTY”

“A SHOCK COLLAR?!”

The group howled over each other at the words that left Paige’s mouth. Paige lifted her head and rested her chin on Azzi’s shoulder, face still flushed but trying to act more nonchalant.

“I told y'all to cover your ears,” she shrugged and tapped Azzi’s hip for her to spin. Azzi giggled the whole time it spun. It finally landed on Yanna and Dalayah.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“What’s the thing at the top of your sex bucket list?”

“Hmmm,” Yanna furrowed her brow thinking. “I know,” Dalayah said in a sensual voice. Yanna side eyed her, “What?”

“I wanna make it til the morning,” she said with knowing eyes and a smirk.

Yanna’s eyes widened but she nodded in approval. Paige hummed in Azzi’s ear giving her a signal that she was intrigued by that idea as well.

Yanna spun and it went around the group for a bit longer, wanting the round to go on a couple more times. By the end of the round Yanna and Dalayah had used one of their skips and everyone else was still in.

“SHOTS EVERYBODY!” KK screamed from behind the group. They rolled their eyes but gave in. Amari and Ray started the round by spinning, landing on Paige and Azzi. The group had decided that this was a truth only round, so Amari knew exactly what she was going to ask.

“Who made who squirt first?”

“I made Paige,” Azzi smiled and said sweetly. Paige sighed and immediately spun the bottle, not elaborating. It landed on Nika and Nahiem.

“What kinda underwear is Nika wearing right now, Nahiem?” Azzi asked knowingly.

Nika narrowed her eyes at her but couldn’t help the blush that crossed her cheeks. She happened to be wearing the lingerie set they talked about earlier. Nika texted Azzi about this beforehand, mentioning how she wanted to get dicked down. Azzi noted this and used it to her advantage.

“I don’t know.. let’s take a look shall we?”

Nahiem hooked his fingers in her waistband—eyes instantly bulging from his head and jaw dropping.

“Ain’t no way Nik,” Nahiem said, standing up from his seat. “We’re leaving!” Nahiem said while yanking Nika from her seat. She giggled but he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He waved at the group with a rushed goodbye and she looked at them laughing from hanging off of him.

“You’re welcome!” Azzi yelled as the door closed behind them.

Amari shook her head and spun for them. It landed on Paige and Azzi.

“How many sex toys do you own?”

Paige smiled and lifted her eyebrows. She knew the exact number, having counted the week before when cleaning them all.

“Thirty two”

“Mom and dad are so gross,” Caroline groaned.

The couple scoffed lightheartedly and spun. It landed on Yanna and Dalayah.

“What’s the freakiest thing you’ve ever done?”

“Uhh probably fucking in the back of an uber,” Yanna answered.

“Perv,” Paige said under her breath jokingly.

Yanna spun and it went to the rest of the couples. Her and Dalayah ended up using their last skip and were now out. They all decided to end the truth round and move onto dares. And of course they took their obligatory shot, letting the buzz grow hazier.

Aubrey spun the bottle and it landed on Amari and Ray.

“Text Ray the dirtiest thing you want to do”

Amari sat back further in her seat and pulled her phone out. She smirked while typing away. She hit send and he opened the text.

I want you to wrestle me down to where I can’t move. Then I want you to fuck me till I can’t breathe. Till all I can do is cum.

Ray rubbed a hand down his face, huffing out a breath. “Mari.”

She giggled and spun the bottle. It pointed to Paige and Azzi.

“Show one of your tapes,” Amari challenged, seeing if they would fold.

Azzi turned hesitantly to Paige, searching her face for something like permission. Paige looked at Azzi’s eyes, remembering what they said earlier. She nodded in approval, squeezing Azzi’s hips. Azzi pulled out her phone, going to her hidden section. Paige watched her scroll, seeing her pause on certain ones. She leaned in her ear and dropped her voice so only she would hear, “Just not one that shows too much ma. Keep some for just me.”

Azzi nodded, then showed her one that was short but was still good enough to fulfill the dare well. It was one of Paige hitting Azzi from the back, with her face down and ass high—also making her arch insane.

“Ok if you don’t wanna see then you don’t have to watch,” she said while turning the volume up and pressing play.

Amari covered Ray’s eyes at the last second before the video started. They all watched the ten second video in shock. Azzi’s moans rang out in tandem with the filthy noises of their skin slapping together. The video ended shortly after. The group tried to keep their reactions respectful but couldn’t stop the wide eyes and subtle smiles they hid behind their hands.

Azzi spun the bottle and it landed on Aubrey and Jane.

“You have to call Jane mommy the rest of the game when referring to her.”

Aubrey skipped knowing she couldn’t stand the teasing from the team later. She spun after and it went back to Paige and Azzi.

“Azzi, restrain a part of Paige for the rest of the game”

Azzi lurched off of her lap and went to grab the handcuffs. Paige closed her eyes in slight dread. Azzi came back and cuffed her hands behind her back. She kissed Paige on the forehead, an innocent action balancing what she just did. Azzi spun and it went to Amari and Ray who used one of their skips. They spun and it went back to Paige and Azzi.

“Ight now twerk on her,” Amari egged Azzi on.

Azzi got up from her lap, spreading Paige’s legs a little further. She watched Paige lick her lips while backing it up on her. She started grinding slowly— shaking, throwing, all while Paige couldn’t touch. What made it even worse is that Azzi’s ass always made her fold. Also the fact that the whole couch had their phones out recording. Eventually Azzi stopped and spun the bottle before sitting still. It landed on Aubrey and Jane.

“Kiss a body part of the other you want to cum on”

Aubrey reached for her glass and threw a shot back.

“Is it not kissable?” Jane giggled.

“Not in front of them,” Aubrey mumbled. She spun the bottle and it landed on Amari and Ray.

“Lick whipped cream off her tits”

Aubrey held her hand out, “We’re skipping that! I ain’t as brave as Azzi,” referring to her flashing Paige last game. Azzi giggled as Amari and Ray were now out. They spun and it landed back on Azzi and Paige.

“Suck P off,” Amari tried one last time to shake their confidence in not drinking.

Azzi covered her mouth with her hands and Paige looked hot and bothered to say the least. Azzi looked back at her, gauging if it was too much. When she saw Paige’s breathing not slow down, she got up to get the strap. The group was in awe, but at the same time not shocked knowing the two to do crazy shit no matter the audience. Azzi came back and helped Paige slip her legs into it. She knew people were videoing so she wanted to put on a show. She made sure Paige was watching her before she started. They held eye contact as she stuck her tongue out, tapping the tip to it a couple times. She swirled her tongue and then spit on it. She used her hand to stroke the spit around the dick, wetting it for her mouth. She closed her lips around it, bobbing her head slow—and then fast. She pushed herself all the way to the base of the strap so her lips were against Paige and the dick was hitting the back of her throat. She made a small gagging noise that had Paige letting out a quiet whimper. Azzi felt Paige buck her hips slightly, making the dick go further. She slid her mouth up and down a few more times before pulling off with a pop sound. She looked at Paige, who looked like she already endured multiple rounds of the filthiest sex, yet she hadn’t even been properly touched.

“Alright, I’ve seen enough,” Ray said while pulling Amari up.

The girls on the couch ended the video and sent it to the couple with their craziest text captions they could think of. At some point the group faded while Paige and Azzi seemed to tune them out. Azzi stayed in Paige’s lap until there was complete silence.

After everyone trickled out of the dorm, Azzi leaned in Paige’s ear.

“Do you remember what mommy wanted you to do to her last time?”

Paige’s breath caught, but she nodded.

“Good. Because I want you to do that for me. Right now. I want you to spank me across your lap. Doing it until I cry. I want you to fuck me deep daddy,” Azzi purred, in a low rough voice.

Paige rolled her head to the side, immediately dripping at the words Azzi spoke. Azzi took the strap off Paige and uncuffed her hands.

Azzi stood up in front of her. She reached for the hem of her tank top, and pulled it over her head. Then she pulled down her shorts, the ones Paige always said made her ass look the fattest. She was now just standing in her bra and thong. She started moving back to Paige’s lap, but before she could sit, Paige stopped her.

“Uh uh. Those too,” she nodded to her undergarments.

Azzi smirked but obeyed. She unclasped her bra, and slowly slid the straps down her arms, then flung it to the floor. Then she hooked her fingers in her thong and stripped that off too. Paige stood up, gripping Azzi’s hips hard. She pulled her close and dipped her voice. “Go to the room and wait for daddy.”

Azzi looked up at her with those eyes. The ones that had a hint of challenge in them. ��What if I don’t?”

Paige gripped harder on her hips, probably hard enough to bruise later. “Go. To. The. Room.” she gritted through her teeth.

Azzi didn’t move again, so Paige took it into her own hands. Literally. She spun Azzi around and spanked her. Then she gave her a push toward the bedroom.

“You wanna slut around? Go!”

Azzi didn’t look back, but Paige knew she still had that smug look on her face. Paige picked up her clothes from the floor, looking at them. She grabbed Azzi’s thong and got an idea. She shoved them in her pocket for later.

Paige walked into the room and saw Azzi sitting on the bed, kneeling back just how Paige likes her. Paige threw the clothes on the floor, then grabbed the vibrating dildo from the nightstand. She walked to Azzi slowly. When her legs met the edge of the bed, she leaned her hands onto the mattress and got close to Azzi’s face.

“We don’t talk back to daddy, do we?” she posed in her scratchy voice.

Azzi’s eyes were big, dazed. She shook her head, resting her hands on her thighs.

Paige grabbed the back of Azzi’s neck with one hand, pulling the nape of her curls slightly.

“Baby c’mon you know better. Use your words for daddy.”

Azzi’s lips parted, letting her warm breath graze Paige’s face. “No, daddy. I’m sorry,” she apologized with innocent looking eyes.

“It’s okay baby. Lay on daddy’s lap now,” Paige said sitting on the edge of the bed.

Azzi crawled over her so her ass was right over Paige’s lap and arched slightly in the air. Her face was laid sideways in the sheets. Paige could see that Azzi was already soaking. She could see droplets running down her thighs. Paige pulled the thong out of her pocket.

“Put your hands behind your back for me babygirl.”

Azzi pulled her hands back and clasped them together. Paige stretched the panties around her wrists and tied them together. She started rubbing circles on her ass, not letting Azzi know when she would move. Azzi was whimpering, high and whiny.

Paige finally let crack hit Azzi’s ass. She jolted but Paige held her firm.

“C’mon mama, you can take it. Take it like a good girl. You’re not a bad girl are you?” Paige said with a condescending tone.

Azzi whimpered and shook her head.

Paige let another slap hit her ass, “Bad girl. What’d I say about using your words?” Her tone was a bit more intense this time.

“Unh—I’m sorry daddy—mm”

Another slap.

“Fuck—unnhhh—I’m not a bad girl”

Another slap.

“Daddy please—unh—fuck”

Another slap.

“Please daddy—fuck”

Another slap fell harder on her already reddened cheeks, “Please what baby?”

“Please fuck me—please daddy”

Paige grabbed the toy, the one with the veiny six inch dildo that vibrates. Azzi only got this toy when she was acting bratty.

“Spread your legs a little baby,” Paige said while looking at her pussy. Azzi spread open, shifting her legs and arching a bit more. Her lips were pink and aching, popping from between her legs. Paige loved this sight. Getting to ruin Azzi and her not being able to do anything about it. Paige took the toy that wasn’t on yet and started running it through her folds. Azzi’s pussy was already sopping from the foreplay of the game and the spanking from Paige.

“What do you want baby? Want daddy in this pussy?” she asked as she slapped Azzi’s pussy with her hand.

“Want me to fill you up?” Paige’s voice had a low vibrato to it.

Azzi whimpered, trying to arch into the feeling of the toy, “Please daddy—please!”

Paige slid the tip of the toy into Azzi’s drenched pussy, “Good girl. Daddy’s gonna fuck you like the slut you are.”

Azzi’s jaw went slack with a silent scream. Paige pushed the toy in all the way and pumped it in a few times before turning on the vibration.

“Hah unnnnhhh—Paige!”

She spanked Azzi with a hard crack to her ass, “Not my name.”

“Unh—daddy—s’good mmmm”

Paige spanked her again while the toy vibrated the walls of her cunt. Paige kept pumping it in and out, changing her pace from slow to fast gradually. Azzi was writhing on Paige’s lap. Squirming animalistically.

Paige spanked her again, “Stay still mama. You can take it.” She kept spanking her. Over and over. Each slap harder than the next. Her ass was blooming in red patches.

Azzi was close. Tears were streaming down her face. Mascara smeared. But Paige looked at her face smushed in the sheets, thinking she looked absolutely perfect. Azzi was moaning—growling for Paige to let her cum. Paige quickened her pace of the dildo, making Azzi feel every inch. She increased the level of vibration and began spanking her repeatedly. Never stopping.

“Are you gonna cum baby?” Paige asked in a low voice—with a hint of tease to it.

Azzi choked on her words, her voice being scratchy. “Yes—fuck yes”

Paige smacked her ass again and pushed the toy in impossibly deeper into Azzi. “I don’t know. Do you deserve to cum?

Azzi whimpered, sobbing harder.

“After bein all crazy out there. Actin like a slut in front of everybody. Throwing ass on me. Suckin daddy’s dick while everyone watched. Showin our tape for free.”

Azzi cried out, begging for anything. “Please daddy please—I’ll be a good girl—unh-promise”

Paige relented, “Beggin like a good girl. C’mon mama.. cum for me”

Azzi didn’t just cum from Paige’s ministrations. She gushed—squirted. Everywhere. So hard it pushed the toy out of her and shot onto Paige’s lap.

Paige turned the toy off and threw it to the side. “Aww did daddy make you squirt?” she mocked.

Azzi nodded, breathless and eyes fluttering closed, face still resting in the sheets. Paige slapped her pussy again, making more of her slick squirt out. Azzi smiled, face flushed and body going limp laying over Paige’s legs. Paige undid the thong around Azzi’s wrists and tossed it up by her head. Paige rubbed circles on Azzi’s ass, calming her down from her high—but not calming the energy of the room.

“You good mama?” Paige asked, moving out from under her and laying by her.

Azzi opened her eyes and finally lifted onto her elbow. She scooted forward so her face was right against Paige’s. “Mhmmm,” she hummed while smirking.

Paige raised her eyebrow and rested her hands behind her head. “Oh?”

Azzi nodded and climbed on her hands and knees. She straddled Paige’s hips, Paige still having her hands behind her head. Azzi reached down between her legs, collecting her slick on her fingers. She wiped it up the length of Paige’s throat and sucked the trail all the way to Paige’s mouth. She met Paige’s lips in a kiss. Paige tasted how sweet Azzi was and tried deepening the kiss, but Azzi pulled back.

“Uh uh.. mommy’s gonna work her magic now. And you don’t get to touch yet.”

Paige scoffed trying to reach out for her but Azzi pinned her wrists right back where they were.

“I said no touching. Mommy’s gonna do what she wants now,” Azzi rasped out in a seductive voice. Paige watched her get off the bed and walk to the box in the corner. The box full of their new purchases. Paige laid breathless and eager on the bed. Still fully covered on the outside, but still feeling completely exposed. Azzi walked back with everything Paige was expecting, and dreading—but also wanting at the same time. Azzi had the handcuffs, the vibrator, a nipple chain, and the damn leg spreader. She also didn’t forget about her thong laying by them.

Paige’s breath stuttered when Azzi climbed on the bed with everything. Azzi set the stuff aside and straddled Paige again. “Raise your arms baby.”

Azzi discarded Paige’s shirt and sports bra, throwing them off to the side. She kissed her way down her pale chest and toned stomach. She reached the waistband of Paige’s shorts, sliding them down her legs slowly. Paige was now only in her boxers. She knew there was a wet patch—actually more than a wet patch. It was more like a puddle. She started dripping when she made Azzi squirt.

“Did mommy do this to you? Azzi asked as she rubbed her fingers over the slick seeping through.

Paige whimpered and nodded, “Mhm”

Azzi smirked and pulled the boxers down, revealing Paige’s wet pussy. Azzi threw the clothes off the bed and reached for the leg spreader. She locked Paige’s ankles and spread the bar apart. She crawled back up to Paige’s upper half, guiding Paige to sit up. Paige sat up and Azzi cuffed her hands low behind her back. Paige laid back down, hair splayed messily beneath her, face flushed. Her chest was rising and falling in shallow breaths.

Azzi picked up her next item: two clips for her nipples connected by a chain. Azzi knew Paige liked when she played with her nipples, and this helped intensify the sensations to them. Azzi clipped them around the already hardened buds. Paige immediately moaned at the feeling. Becoming more sensitive to the cold breeze of the room. Azzi dipped her head down and gave kitten licks to each small slit of the peaks. She watched Paige’s face scrunch in pleasure, lips parting but not letting any noise come out. Before she moved again, Azzi took her thong still laying by them and stretched it in front of Paige’s face. Paige already knew what Azzi wanted. She opened her mouth slightly, letting Azzi tie it around her head as a gag. Paige lets her tongue run over the fabric, letting Azzi’s slick grace her tastebuds.

“Tastes good huh?” Azzi asked rhetorically. Paige just moaned as she made her way back down, taking the vibrator in her hand. She slid the vibrator through her folds, coating her pussy in her wetness. Paige was squirming underneath her, giving Azzi another idea. Azzi got off the bed again and grabbed some more tools. She got the shock collar and other leg restraint. Paige almost choked on the thong when she walked back over. Azzi climbed up by Paige’s legs. She wrapped the belt-like restraint around the blonde’s thighs so she couldn’t move her knees. Then she moved back up to Paige’s face. She placed a kiss on her forehead before clicking the collar around her neck. Paige’s eyes fluttered but didn’t close fully.

Azzi reached for the vibrator and clicked it on. Paige expected her to rub it over her cunt again, but instead Azzi pressed it to one of her nipples. Paige jolted at the overwhelming buzz shooting straight to her core. She couldn’t help but choke out a moan, somewhat muffled by the makeshift gag. Azzi moved the vibrator over to her other nipple, see how she left the other one pink and hypersensitive.

“I know you like this. You like how I will do things in front of people and then do whatever I want to you in here.” Azzi said while still moving the vibrator down her body.

Paige nodded, whimpering something but it was muffled by Azzi’s thong. The brunette didn’t seem to care and slid the vibrator into Paige’s soaked pussy. She made sure the outside part hit her clit just right, wanting Paige to feel everything. Azzi crawled up to straddle Paige’s stomach.

“I’m gonna ride you while you try not to cum,” Azzi said while flicking Paige’s nipples. She whimpered high at her girlfriend’s actions, already feeling her stomach coil in that familiar place. Azzi clicked the remote to the shock collar to the pulse setting, allowing for the girl under her to feel sharp zaps to her throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to send heat straight to her core. Azzi started grinding down on Paige’s abs, feeling the taut muscles against her clit and puffy folds. Paige was subconsciously tensing and clenching her abs every time a shock came through. Azzi slid herself over Paige’s naval, catching her clit there and moaning out. Then she’d grind higher over her ribs. She could feel each ridge on her folds, and all Paige could do was watch.

The vibrator was still working inside Paige, and watching Azzi on top of her with the shocks beating around her throat—she was close. Azzi could tell. She noticed how Paige’s moans were turning to jumbled whines. She leaned down over Paige’s chest and grabbed her jaw with her hand.

“Watch me while you cum,” she said with no room for teasing. Her fingers were firm on Paige’s jaw. Azzi kept eye contact while she pursed her lips and let a string of spit fall and hit her girlfriend’s nipple.

“Mmmph—fuu-” Paige moaned at the contact. Azzi spit on the other one too, then took the chain off of her nipples. Paige felt the spit trickle down more of her tits now that they were free. Azzi started grinding faster, moaning as she rode Paige harder. She increased the vibrator and the shock collar, wanting Paige to cum with her. Azzi slapped Paige’s tits, making her twitch at another aggressive stimulus. Azzi was bouncing at this point on the older girl’s body, making her own tits bounce up and down. That’s what did it for Paige. The sight of Azzi—doing whatever she wanted. Paige arched with a muffled scream, tensing at all the ways Azzi was wrecking her. Azzi came right after, letting her arousal leak down the valley of the blonde’s tits all the way to her belly button. Paige went limp under her girlfriend, thighs twitching sporadically from the vibrator. She choked on her sobs as Azzi climbed off and pulled out the vibrator. She turned off the shock collar and undid the restraints on her legs. Azzi rubbed her hands into her thighs for a second before crawling up to her face. She untied the thong and removed it from Paige’s mouth.

“You did so good baby,” Azzi coaxed as she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She helped roll Paige onto her side so she could uncuff her hands. Azzi pushed everything off the bed, making room for her to settle right next to Paige. She brushed the hair from her face and kissed the tears away from her cheeks. She pulled her onto her chest and tugged the covers over them.

“You okay baby?” Azzi whispered, scratching her back.

Paige could barely move but she mustered out a, “Fuck yes”

Azzi giggled and mushed their faces up against each other, wanting no space between them. “Is that the BDSM shit you were talkin about?”

Paige hid her face further into Azzi and she laughed softly, “Yes hoe.. and now I can’t walk.”

Azzi wrapped her arms around Paige’s shoulders and held her closer, “Then I did it right,” she said, teasing half soft.

“Mhmmm” the blonde murmured while nuzzling her lips against Azzi’s neck.

“Love you mama”

“I love you P,” Azzi fessed into Paige’s hair and lulling them both to sleep.

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sweetshuga · 9 months ago

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When in doubt, eat it out ✧ CS

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bf!chris! Eating you out after you made fun of him for what he accidentally said on stream. "Yeah? Y’wanna see how ”in doubt” I am? Spread those fuckin’ thighs ma."

You decided to watch your boyfriend and his brother’s stream – lounging in his room – you rolled over on his bed. Laying on your side as you propped your phone on a pillow. "Time to eat," your gaze fell on your boyfriend’s face on your phone, "when in doubt, eat it out- AUHH PAUSE! WHY DID I SAY THAT?!" A laugh burst from between your lips, your mind already brewing with all the teasing you’re gonna do.

The chat went crazy, and so did you, "that was hot," you mumbled an agreement to the chat.

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After the long hours of stream, Chris finally walked back into his room—closing the door with a soft sigh of relief. He found you laying on the bed with a grin on your face, ready to tease the fuck out of him. "Don’t even-" you laughed heartily, "what– what was that about." Breathlessly laughing in between your words as you looked at your boyfriend.

Chris groaned in annoyance as he walked towards the bed. Plopping down beside your legs; his hand absentmindedly caressing your calves. "That was an accident, you know it, just shut up-" A loud laugh from you interrupted his words, "I can’t believe you just said that, on stream nonetheless." You wiped tears of mirth, a shit-eating grin on your face, "when in doubt, eat it out," you said mimicking his voice – laughing – not noticing Chris’ expression changing.

The sudden movement from Chris startled you, causing your laughter to die in your throat. He had climbed on the bed, straddling your hips. His expression was nothing short of desire, his pupils dilating as he leaned closer to your face. "Yeah? Y’wanna see how ”in doubt” I am? Spread those fuckin’ thighs ma." Your eyes widened at the sudden change in his mood, jaw going ajar, a flustered what? Is all you could mumble out.

"I said, spread those fuckin’ thighs," he repeated, "m’gonna eat you out until there's not a single doubt— thought in that pretty little head of yours." You found yourself complying, your breathing growing shallower as you spread your legs for him. A slow smirk spread across his face as he lowered his head down to level with your clothed cunt, ready to fulfill the promise of leaving no thoughts – or doubts in that matter – behind.

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wc. 386

note. English is not my first language!

Isa's notes. Quantity over quality seems to be my motto 'cause wtf 😒

Matt version!

xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

#chris sturniolo #fanfiction #smut #blurb #christopher sturniolo #chris x reader #chris x you #chris sturniolo blurb #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #one shot smut #one shot #chris sturniolo oneshot #bf!chris #˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ sweetshuga ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖#— chris sturniolo ✧

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chxrryhansen · 1 year ago

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2. Rafe x innocent (and kinda naive/ airhead?) reader where reader and rafe are dating (still very new) and reader keeps reminding him she wants to wait longer (when they are making out/feeling each other up) and he keeps trying to go further, so he tells/manipulates her that it’s not normal for girls to not want to go further and something could be wrong, so he “checks” her (rubbing her clit and fingering her) and asking things like “does that feel good?” “Doesn’t that make you want more?” “Something probably is wrong if you want me to stop”, just so he can convince her to say she wants more (so then he fucks her).

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ur asks have me going FERAL. your brain is so beautiful and it must be treasured and protected at all costs. i actually hate the way i wrote this but i was too far in to change it by the time i realised i didn’t like it😒😒 nevertheless, this is a long one guys so buckle up!! (1.5k words!!!😱😱)

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you and rafe had only been dating for a few weeks, relationships were pretty much a whole new thing for you since your upbringing hadn’t really allowed it. you hadn’t had sex before, ever. and rafe wasn’t going to be patient for much longer, the furthest you two had went is making out, when it got heated you pulled back.. pushing him away and saying you didn’t feel well.

rafe was getting desperate, you didn’t even realise what you did to him. he was painfully hard most of the time since you were oblivious to how sexual you were being. such as bending over right infront of his face, showing him your cutesy pink panties or accidentally grinding against his cock when you squeezed past him in the kitchen. rafes frustration was at its peak and he couldn’t take it any longer.

rafe stretched his arm around your waist as you both lay in bed watching tv, biting his lip in thought before reaching out to grip your jaw gently, turning you to face him. he leant forward, catching your lips in a deep kiss, it didn’t take long knowing rafe before it got heated, as his tongue began battling your own for dominance you pulled away, taking deep breaths as you stared up at him with big innocent eyes.

“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he muttered, lifting his thumb to wipe his drool from your mouth.

“n-nothing rafe, i just.. i don’t… i can’t go any further with you, i-i don’t think i’m ready for that.” rafe’s patience was out of the window by now, all rational thoughts evaporating as his cock grew harder, straining against his pants, desperate to be inside your sweet cunt.

“baby…” he sighed. “this isn’t normal.”

you stared at him with a confused expression, your eyebrows knitted. “i-i don’t understand, did i do something?”

he was quick to shut that thought down “no, no, no, my sweet girl, it’s more about what you didn’t do. see, other girls your age…they love being good for their daddy’s, and i just don’t think you are being good f’ me.” tears began to whell up in your eyes, his negative feedback not sitting right in your stomach. “daddy?” you questioned gently, your bottom lip wobbling.

“yeah, i’m your daddy, baby. and i think it’s about time you start calling me that. it’s true, no? i take care of you, i feed you, pay for your clothes, hell, i even take you to the bathroom. i may aswell be your daddy, so that’s what your gonna’ call me from now on, you got that?” he speaks softly, not wanting to discourage you or push you further away but needing to be firm enough so you understand. he’s testing the waters. seeing how easy it is to control your sweet mind in ways only a man like him could.

“i mean.. yeah, that-that makes sense i guess.”

a sly smile appears on his face, his thumb wiping a salty tear from your cheek “good girl.” he lifts your skirt with one hand, pushing into your panties and rubbing your clit, you gasp in surprise at the new sensation. “daddy! w-what are you doing?” you ask in shock.

rafe sighs “daddy needs to give you a check up baby, just to make sure nothin’s wrong. all i need to do is rub that sweet button of yours and fuck my fingers into your pretty pussy, mkay?” your cunt involuntarily clenches around nothing. “mkay, daddy.” you moan. rafes fingers stray from your clit to your entrance, his cock growing impeccably harder from the feel of your wetness, your pussy leaking around his hand.

“d-daddy, feels s’ good.” you whimper as he pushes his fingers into your hole, your walls clenching instinctively around his thick digits. “yeah? you like that? you like it when daddy fingers your sweet pussy?” he groan into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

he picks up his pace, fingering you roughly until the knot in your stomach begins to tighten, you grab at his wrist, pushing him away, which doesn’t really do much since your strength is no match for his own. “daddy! stop, i-i think i’m gonna’ pee.” you whine, embarrassment flooding through your veins. your cheeks flushed from the humiliation.

he lets out a small laugh, his famous smirk still painted across his face “no baby, your not gonna’ pee.. your gonna’ cum. your gonna’ cum with my fingers deep inside your cunt. ask me. ask daddy for permission.” he growls, a flip switching inside his brain. “p-please daddy, make me cum, please can i cum? please please please.” you beg, tears streaming down your face as you try desperately to hold back.

“cum.”

he growls, watching as your legs begin to shake, your pussy sucking his fingers further into your cunt. you cry out as your body spasms, a thick creamy fluid leaking out of you and into rafes palm. “that’s it, let it all out. dirty fuckin’ girl. creaming all over your daddy’s fingers.”

your breathing begins to slow as you come down from your orgasm although rafe keeps his fingers deep inside your pussy, catching you in a deep kiss. he takes your hand in his own and leads it down towards his cock, making you instantly recoil. rafe lets out a mixed groan of annoyance and sigh of disappointment under his breath. you look towards the bed, feeling guilty as ever. he turns you to face him again, his pretty blues simmering in darkness. “listen. pretty baby, i was trying to be nice earlier but… i think there is something wrong with you. all the other girls your age wanna’ fuck daddy, so why don’t you? i’ve been so patient with you sweets but, the clock’s tickin’.”

rafes fingers begin to fuck into you once again at a rapid pace, your whimpers and cries filling the room as he fucks you with his fingers. “see? doesn’t that feel good? doesn’t that make you want more?” you nod your head, dazed with pleasure. not even fully understanding his questions. “good girl.” he mutters before taking his cock out of his pants, before you even realise whats happening, rafe had removed his fingers and crawled on top of you, pushing the mushroom tip of his swollen fat cock against your entrance.

your eyes burst open in shock at the feeling “wait, wait, wait, da-DADDY! Oh fuck!” you practically screamed as rafe bottomed out in your pussy with a single thrust. essentially, popping your cherry. his hand is quick to cover your mouth as he glares down at you from above. his sanity is long gone by now, the crazed look on his face scaring you into submission.

“shut the fuck up. i-i’m done playing games now. your gonna’ shut your pretty little mouth and-and daddy’s gonna’ fuck your cunt until he cums deep inside you, okay?” you didn’t respond seeming as his hand was covering your mouth.

he lifted his palm from your mouth before quickly striking you across the face, you cried out as your skin began to fluster due to the impact of his hit. he swiftly gripped your jaw making you look him in the eyes once more “you-you fuckin’ answer me when i’m talkin’ to you. you nod your fuckin’ head when daddy asks you a question.” this time you were quick to nod your head, tears streaming down your cheeks as you sobbed a “y-yes daddy.”

if anything they just seemed to turn rafe on even more. “good… good girl.” he groaned before pummelling his cock further into your cunt, he began thrusting at a rapid pace, fucking you so hard the headboard began to bash against the wall. your screams of pleasure probably being heard for miles. “ohhhh shit, you see that, you fuckin’ slut?” he pointed your face towards where your cunt and his cock connected, a pool of pink cream surrounding the base of his cock, a mixture of blood and cum. you were too far gone to talk at this point, moans and whimpers spilling out of your lips as you simply nodded your head, your eyes rolling back.

“fuck i can’t believe you tried to hide this shit from me, tried to hide how much of a greedy fuckin’ cock slut you are. it’s okay though baby, daddy loves when you turn into a desperate little whore. gonna’ have you writhing on this fat cock every day of the week from now on.”

#💎anon #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fic #dark rafe cameron x reader #dark! rafe cameron #drew starkey #drew starkey smut #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron prompt

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achromatophoric · 3 months ago

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Enid: Hey, Wednesday. Have you seen Rex around?

Wednesday: Is he your halfwit mother’s latest attempt at arranging you a suitor? The cretin with the egregiously dated views on a woman’s worth?

Enid: *sighs* Yeah, unfortunately.

Wednesday: Then no, I have not.

Enid: *eyes Wednesday’s blood-flecked sleeve* Uh huh.

Wednesday: And have you perhaps come across Cassius?

Enid: That creep with the shark teeth who keeps leaving dead animals in your fencing locker and calling you his little morsel?

Wednesday: *mutters* Yes, that would be the moron.

Enid: Nope! Haven’t seen him.

Wednesday: *glances appraisingly at the sharp tooth still lodged in Enid’s knuckle* Duly noted.

Enid: 😒

Wednesday: 😑

Enid: 😉👍

Wednesday: 😑👍

#pre wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday netflix #wenclair #incorrect wenclair #incorrect wednesday addams #incorrect wednesday quotes #incorrect quotes #short incorrect quote #wwwssch

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princessbrunette · 8 months ago

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Rewatching season one and thinking about the scene where Wheezie walks in and Rafe quickly flips over his innapropriate magazine out of respect. Imagine him doing the same for deer!reader but because he doesn’t want to taint her innocence

waaaait why are you kind of a genius 🙂‍↕️ i see this as neighbour!rafe with deer!reader and it’s not because he doesn’t wanna taint her innocence, it’s kind of just a knee jerk reaction because he doesn’t want the hot neighbour to see his porn magazines 😒

you come skipping over, rafe barely noticing until you’re virtually right infront of him due to the marijuana clouding his brain. his hand shoots out, flipping the magazines before running a bashful hand through his floppy hair.

“wha’s that?” you hum before you even get to greet him.

“dont worry, alright - why’re you over here anyway?” he drawls, inwardly wondering why his first reaction was to be rude to you. perhaps he’s simply irritated that he got caught.

“was looking for my parents because they’re not home. thought they might be here.” you shrug one shoulder, and he nods slowly, taking a huff from his bong. you stare over the porch, looking into the distance to see if you could see them, or anyone for that matter — as you weren’t so keen on being caught with rafe whilst he’s smoking weed. it didn’t really go with your image.

“y’want some? or….” he coughs, and you turn to blink at him.

“oh, um…” you swallow, overthinking the whole thing. you knew you’d sound deathly uncool. “i don’t smoke.”

rafe wets his lips, nodding exaggeratedly as if to silently say ‘of course.’ before putting it aside. “yeah, uh… good. shits bad for you. you— you know drugs in general just fuck everything up. they ruin lives, man they — they just take everything…i mean, shit.” he rants, growing increasingly more irritated with seemingly no one by the second. at the end of his mini rage, he slams his fist into the soft arm of the porch seat he reclines on, making you widen your eyes slightly.

“yes… that’s what they told us during the anti drug assemblies at school.” you converse, awkwardly wiping your hands down the sides of your plaid dress. you knew rafe enough now to not be so deathly shy, but that didn’t rid you of your social anxiety.

“hah…yeah. shit, i forget we went to the same school. i probably walked right by you, huh.” he calms almost immediately, in the stereotypical unpredictable rafe cameron way. he did walk right past you. many times. you nod, saying nothing at all as to not give yourself away before craning to look behind you at your exit.

“okay. well… if my parents aren’t here i should head home. they’ll probably be there soon anyway.” you glance at your shoes as rafe stands, nodding casually.

“yeah…yeah.”

you go to walk down the porch steps, but stop— feeling a wave of bravery, and turn to look at him over your shoulder, adjusting the tote bag that hangs from it. “oh… and you shouldn’t read those pornographic magazines. they’re objectifying and damaging to women.” you try to hold your chin high, but feel your face get hot. he leans against the porch balcony, seemingly unbothered as you continue walking away.

“yeah well the women in these magazines are gettin’ paid a shit tonne of money so i wouldn’t worry ‘bout them alright?” he calls out carelessly as you disappear away further, before turning his back and sighing, hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “shhhit.” he whispers, to no one but himself.

#dividers by kodaswrld #here’s ur damn rafe x deer #hehe #rafe cameron prompt #deer!reader

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paxaz535 · 2 months ago

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SLOW SIMMER - TWO

dallas!paige x privatechef!azzi

note: came back from volleyball practice around like 5:30 and my body is still soreeeee🙄 glad to have the weekend off

i actually proofread (if it’s still mistakes… it’s not my fault)

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as soon as azzi finished wiping down the counter, she took one last look at the kitchen—everything clean, organized, perfect. she didn’t like leaving a mess, not even for later. she cracked the window above the sink open a bit, letting the warm texas air drift in to cut through the richness of everything she’d just made.

she untied her apron and folded it neatly over the back of a stool, then grabbed her water and phone before heading down the short hallway to her room.

she kicked off her sneakers at the door, laying across the bed with a soft sigh. the sun was still spilling in from the high window, casting soft shadows on the walls. her phone buzzed again. a message from her mom:

mom

remember to make a good first week impression!! even if she’s being weird!!

azzi laughed a little under her breath, typing back:

azzi

she’s not weird. i think she’s just observant.

mom

observant girls are always the ones you gotta watch 😒

azzi rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, tossing her phone onto the comforter.

she stayed there for just a moment, letting herself breathe. she didn’t want to admit it, but she was nervous to see what paige would think. it was just shrimp and pasta… but it was also her first official dinner in this new place.

before she could spiral too much, she heard the front door open.

a soft click, followed by the creak of sneakers on hardwood.

“yo?” paige’s voice carried in.

azzi sat up quickly, tucking a few braids behind her ear.

she made her way down the hallway just as paige turned the corner.

“hey,” azzi greeted casually, bare feet padding against the floor.

paige stopped mid-step. her hair was still damp from a shower, pulled back into a low bun. she was wearing an oversized gray tee and nike shorts.

“you cookin’ again already?” paige asked, sniffing the air. she dropped her bag by the door.

“you hungry again already?” azzi shot back, playful.

paige grinned. “depends.”

“on?”

“what’s on the menu?”

azzi stepped past her, nodding for her to follow. “chicken pasta. creamy tomato sauce. no mushrooms. don’t worry.”

paige squinted at her. “emma told you that?”

“yep.”

“traitor,” paige muttered, but she was already heading for the kitchen. “smells insane.”

azzi watched her take a seat at the island, then turned to grab the plates.

“you want a drink or—?”

“surprise me.”

azzi raised a brow. “dangerous.”

paige leaned her chin on her hand, eyes following her every move. “i like living on the edge.”

azzi poured them both glasses of cold sparkling water with a slice of lemon—simple, clean. she slid one across the counter toward paige, then set her own down as she started plating.

neither of them spoke for a moment. there wasn’t any pressure to.

the silence was nice—just the faint hum of the fridge, the soft clink of silverware, the muted sounds of the city behind the windows.

paige watched azzi with quiet curiosity. the way she moved so comfortably in the kitchen, like she’d already made it hers in less than a day. she didn’t ask for anything, didn’t hover. just worked with this quiet grace paige couldn’t quite place.

“you make this a lot?” paige asked after her first bite, voice low.

azzi looked over, a little surprised at how quiet she sounded. she gave a small smile. “not really. it’s something i’ve played around with before. never made it for anyone else, though.”

paige looked down at her bowl, twirling her fork. “well… it’s really good.”

“yeah?” azzi’s tone was soft, but there was something genuine tucked underneath.

paige nodded, swallowing before she spoke again. “i don’t think i’ve had something this good in… months. maybe longer.”

azzi gave a quiet laugh, her eyes flickering up to her. “you don’t have to butter me up. i already live here.”

“not buttering you up,” paige said, shaking her head. “just honest.”

azzi’s smile lingered. she took a small bite of chicken and sat down across from her, letting the weight of the day slowly ease off her shoulders.

“do you ever miss home?” paige asked suddenly.

it caught azzi off guard, but she didn’t flinch. she blinked once, then looked toward the window.

“sometimes,” she admitted. “but not in the way you’d think. i don’t miss my bed or the house or anything like that. i just miss my people. my mom’s cooking. loud dinners. my brothers fighting over stupid stuff.”

“that sounds nice.”

azzi glanced over. “you ever miss yours?”

paige didn’t answer right away. she shrugged, not with bitterness—just something quieter. something worn.

“i think i miss the idea of it more than the actual thing.”

that sat between them for a moment. not heavy. not sad. just real.

“well,” azzi said, nudging her plate a little, “at least now you’ve got someone who’ll make sure you eat.”

paige looked up. their eyes met for a second too long.

“…yeah,” she said softly. “i think i’m in good hands.”

azzi looked away, playing with the food on her plate. it was quiet again. not tense, just… still. paige didn’t look away. her eyes stayed on the chef, studying her in that subtle, unreadable way she had.

she wanted to know more about her. part of it was just curiosity—azzi was calm, but sharp. composed, but not cold. and the other part? common sense. paige needed to know who she was living with.

“how long you been cooking?” paige asked.

that made azzi lift her head, a soft look on her face. “since i was ten… so about twelve years,” she answered honestly.

paige nodded slowly, thinking it through. “you’re 22?”

“yes,” azzi nodded. “what about you?”

paige took another bite of the pasta, chewed and swallowed before answering. “23.”

azzi hummed, finishing up her food.

paige tapped her fork lightly against the rim of her plate. not impatient—just thoughtful. “you always knew you wanted to be a chef?”

azzi leaned back a little, her fingers smoothing over the edge of her napkin. “not always. i used to think i’d be a teacher. or a vet.” she smiled, small and almost to herself. “but i kept ending up in the kitchen. even when i didn’t mean to.”

“so it found you,” paige said, her voice quieter now.

“guess so,” azzi replied. “it’s the only thing that makes me feel like myself. when i’m cooking, everything else just kind of… quiets down.”

paige nodded, like she understood. because she did.

“basketball’s that for me,” she said. “i don’t even think when i’m playing. it’s just—my body knows.”

azzi glanced at her, their eyes meeting across the space between them.

“i can tell,” she said softly. “you play like someone who doesn’t know how to be anyone else.”

paige blinked, then smiled—small, slow, a little crooked. “that’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me all week.”

azzi stood up then, gathering both their plates. “it was supposed to be.”

“seriously though,” paige called after her as she walked to the sink. “you really might’ve just ruined takeout for me.”

azzi laughed, her back to paige as she rinsed the dishes.

“then i guess it’s a good thing i moved in.”

paige stayed at the counter even after azzi disappeared behind the cabinets, drying the plates. her fingers trailed along the edge of her glass, the lemon slice half-sunk at the bottom. the place felt different already. warmer. like someone lived here now—not just passed through between practice and sleep.

“do you want me to start a grocery list?” azzi asked from the kitchen. her voice carried lightly over the sound of the faucet.

paige leaned her cheek into her hand. “you don’t already have one?”

azzi peeked over her shoulder, a teasing glint in her eyes. “i might. but it’s polite to ask.”

paige smiled. “go crazy. fill the fridge. i’m trusting you.”

“dangerous move,” azzi said, stacking the last dish on the drying rack. she wiped her hands, then turned to lean against the counter. “you don’t even know if i snack in the middle of the night.”

“do you?”

“no. but i could start.”

paige laughed—quiet and real. she hadn’t felt this at ease in a long time, not inside these walls. “you always this comfortable with new people?”

azzi shrugged, her expression unreadable for a moment. “depends on the people.”

paige tilted her head, eyes still on her. “what about me?”

azzi met her gaze, steady. “i think i’ll be alright.”

they stood there in that soft moment, not saying much else. the sky outside had turned deeper, purples and fading orange seeping behind the buildings. dallas slowing down for the night.

“you got anything else to do tonight?” paige asked, standing finally, stretching her arms out above her head.

azzi shook her head. “nope. i was just gonna read or watch something. get a feel for the place.”

paige stepped around the island and grabbed her water. “wanna throw something on in the living room?”

azzi blinked, a little surprised. “you sure?”

“you cooked,” paige said with a half-shrug. “least i could do is share the remote.”

azzi smiled, following her toward the couch. “well, in that case… i call blanket.”

paige laughed, tossing it toward her. “you’re lucky i’m in a good mood.”

azzi laughed before snuggling into the blanket, the living room feeling… lived in.

“got any suggestions?” paige asked as she plopped down next to azzi. not too close, but azzi could still feel her.

“hmm… nope. you pick.”

“you’re a guest, though.”

“it’s your tv.”

“well.. since you live here, it’s your tv too.”

“you just called me a guest.”

“i mean— technically, you still are.”

“paige.”

“azzi.”

“bueckers.”

“fudd.”

“ugh… we can watch roll bounce.”

paige grinned, leaning back against the cushions. “roll bounce? that’s the one you land on?”

azzi shrugged beneath the blanket, tucking her legs underneath her. “it’s nostalgic. and funny. and i like the skating outfits.”

“can’t argue with that,” paige muttered, grabbing the remote and scrolling until she found it. “if the soundtrack gets stuck in my head, i’m blaming you.”

“you’ll thank me by morning.”

paige pressed play, and the opening scene lit up the screen. the apartment dimmed in the fading light, the only glow now coming from the tv and the soft orange hue from the lamp by the window.

azzi’s shoulders slowly relaxed as the music kicked in, the familiar rhythm settling her nerves. she hadn’t realized how tense she’d been until now.

paige, a few inches away, pulled the collar of her hoodie up over her mouth and yawned, eyes fixed on the screen.

“you skate?” azzi asked after a while, voice low so it didn’t cut too loud in the quiet.

“not well,” paige chuckled. “i tried once in high school. fell twice in the first five minutes. haven’t gone since.”

azzi smiled to herself. “we should go. i’ll hold your hand.”

paige looked at her out of the corner of her eye, that grin threatening to return. “you offering to save me or make fun of me?”

“bit of both,” azzi said, eyes still on the tv.

paige didn’t answer—just let out a soft laugh, barely above a whisper. it was the kind of night that settled easy. no pressure. no performances. just a couch, a shared blanket, and a movie that made them both feel sixteen again.

when the movie ended, neither of them moved to get up.

and for once, paige didn’t feel like she had to.

“that was fun. thank you for that,” azzi said, her voice soft as she looked over at the blonde.

paige met her eyes, nodding. “of course. you live here now. just like how it’s your job to cook, it’s my job to make you feel comfortable.”

azzi’s cheeks turned pink at that. she prayed paige couldn’t see it in the dim light, even as she shifted a little deeper under the blanket, eyes flicking back to the tv that was now quietly playing previews.

“well… you’re doing a good job,” she mumbled.

paige didn’t respond right away. her eyes lingered on azzi a second longer than they probably should have. then she smiled—small and a little proud. “good. i don’t like awkward energy in my house.”

azzi grinned, her voice teasing now. “so you’re saying if i made things awkward, you’d fire me?”

“no,” paige said easily. “i’d just make you watch bad movies and sit in silence until you folded.”

“evil.”

“efficient.”

they shared a laugh, soft and real, the kind that carried through the apartment without needing much volume.

and for the first time since azzi arrived, it really did feel like home.

azzi let out a deep sigh as she stood, paige’s eyes still tracking her every move.

“do you want anything specific for breakfast tomorrow or…?” azzi asked as she stretched, arms reaching above her head. her shirt lifted with the motion, just a bit—enough to show a sliver of smooth brown skin.

paige didn’t mean to, but her gaze dipped. just for a second.

she caught herself and looked back up, clearing her throat like it might hide the moment. “uh—no, whatever you want to make is fine.”

azzi dropped her arms, looking over with a faint smile. “dangerous words. i get creative in the mornings.”

paige tried not to smile too wide. “i’ll take my chances.”

azzi nodded, backing toward the hallway. “night, bueckers.”

“night, fudd.”

and with that, azzi disappeared down the hall, the soft sound of her door closing behind her. paige stared at the empty space for a second too long, then finally turned off the tv.

whatever this was, it was gonna get interesting.

azzi was informed that paige usually woke up around 8:30 every morning, so it was her mission to be up at least two hours earlier. she wanted to make sure she was fully settled before heading to the kitchen—showered, teeth brushed, face washed. the usual stuff that made her feel like herself.

when she stepped into the kitchen, it was still a little dark outside, the sky tinted blue-gray with early morning light. she flicked the lights on, the warm glow filling the space. quiet. peaceful. hers—for now, at least.

she tied her hair up loosely, rolled up the sleeves of her hoodie, and moved through the space like she’d done it a thousand times. pulling ingredients from the fridge, lining things up on the counter, setting pans out. the kind of rhythm that grounded her.

this was her favorite time of day—before the world fully woke up. when she could hum to herself, play soft music in the background, and lose herself in the sounds of chopping, sizzling, boiling.

today’s breakfast would be light but filling. lemon ricotta pancakes. berry compote. scrambled eggs with chives and a little garlic salt. something paige could eat fast if needed, but still feel taken care of.

as the scent of lemon zest filled the air, azzi couldn’t help but smile to herself. this felt good. this felt right.

and for azzi, to make it even better, paige’s kitchen was just so… big. it had so much space it almost overwhelmed her. marble counters that stretched forever, drawers that opened smooth like butter, enough cabinets to store three of her childhood kitchens.

but instead of intimidation, excitement bubbled up. her hands itched to fill the space with movement, with purpose. she was used to maneuvering through tighter kitchens—shared spaces, small rentals, even the cramped setup at culinary school. this? this felt like a playground.

she turned the music up just a little louder, something soft and upbeat, and let herself fall into the rhythm. by the time she poured the pancake batter onto the hot skillet, the entire apartment smelled like morning.

home, if she let herself believe it.

as she waited for the first pancake to bubble, azzi wiped her hands on a towel and leaned back against the counter. her phone sat face down by the sink, and when she picked it up, the screen lit up with new messages.

the group chat again.

jon

how’s the chef life treating you 😏

mom

did you sleep okay? is the bed comfortable?

jose

you cooking yet? take a pic of the food

dad

you better not be burning nothing in that fancy kitchen

azzi smiled, thumbs flying.

azzi

bed’s amazing

kitchen’s even better

i’m making breakfast now

katie

what’s on the menu, miss private chef?

azzi

lemon ricotta pancakes

eggs w/ chives

berry compote on the side

jose

you cooking for an athlete not brunching with royalty 😭

jon

you act like they’re not the same thing

azzi laughed quietly to herself, heart warm. she turned the pancake, perfect golden brown on the bottom. she loved making pancakes. loved the way the batter hissed when it hit the pan, how the edges crisped up just right while the middle stayed soft and warm. it was perfect—comfort in a circle.

azzi grabbed a clean fork from the drawer and carefully tore off a small bite from the first one, blowing on it before popping it into her mouth. crispy edges, fluffy center, a whisper of lemon and vanilla—it made her hum under her breath.

a good start to the day.

she plated the first batch with care, stacking them neatly, steam rising off the top like a quiet reward. just as she reached for the compote to drizzle on top, she heard a door creak open in the distance.

footsteps.

and then—

“okay, what is that smell?”

paige’s voice, still a little groggy but curious, drifting in from the hallway.

azzi giggled, not turning around just yet. “that, my fellow client, is the smell of greatness.”

paige padded into the kitchen, hoodie on, socks sliding a little across the hardwood floor. her hair was still a little messy, and her eyes squinted like she hadn’t fully woken up yet.

“smells like… pancakes?” she guessed, voice hopeful.

“not just any pancakes,” azzi said, finally facing her with a little grin. “lemon ricotta. with berry compote. and eggs with chives, garlic salt… made with love.”

paige blinked at the spread. the pancakes were stacked like they belonged in a magazine, eggs still warm on the side, compote glistening like it came from a bakery. she looked up at azzi, a slow smile forming.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“you’re welcome.”

paige sat down without another word, pulling her plate closer. “did you already eat?”

azzi nodded, leaning against the counter again. “had to taste-test the greatness. chef’s privilege.”

“fair.”

she took her first bite and paused mid-chew, looking at azzi with wide eyes.

“…okay yeah, you’re not allowed to leave.”

azzi grinned, cheeks glowing.

paige took another bite, chewing slowly like she was trying to stretch the experience. “this is stupid good,” she said, shaking her head. “like… i actually feel bad eating it.”

azzi raised an eyebrow. “would you rather not eat at all?”

“i didn’t say that,” paige said quickly, pointing her fork at her. “don’t get it twisted. i’m eating all of this. but i just feel like i should be paying you more.”

“you say that like i’m not already living in your apartment for free.”

“fair. but still.”

azzi smiled and started rinsing out a bowl in the sink, letting the water run over her fingers. the morning light had started to peek through the windows now, soft and golden, painting the edges of her face.

paige watched her a second longer than necessary before looking down again. “so… is this what you always do? wake up at the crack of dawn and cook full meals?”

“only for people who deserve it.”

paige smirked. “so i made the cut?”

azzi turned off the water and shrugged. “i’m still deciding.”

paige laughed, resting her chin in her hand as she chewed. “you’re a menace.”

“you like it.”

“no comment.”

azzi chuckled as she wiped her hands, glancing at the clock. “you got practice today?”

“yeah, in like two hours. i usually go in early for treatment.”

“cool. i’ll pack you something for later.”

paige looked up, eyes soft. “you don’t have to—”

“i want to,” azzi interrupted gently.

and that was that.

paige walked into the gym, her bag slung over her shoulder and headphones in.

dijonai, arike, and maddy were sitting in a circle, stretching. she smiled at the sight before setting her stuff down and joining them.

dijonai was the first to speak, her smirk giving her away. paige rolled her eyes, already knowing what was coming.

“so… what’d she make today?”

paige looked at her and said, “can i get a good morning first?”

dijonai laughed, stretching her other leg. “okay, fine. good morning. now tell.”

maddy looked confused. “wait, what are we even talking about?”

paige laughed, shaking her head at maddy. “i got a private chef.”

maddy’s eyes widened. “wait, seriously? like, a real one?”

“yep. she made pancakes this morning. lemon ricotta with berry compote, eggs with chives.”

arike whistled. “wow, fancy.”

dijonai smirked and nudged paige. “so… what’d you think? hooked yet?”

paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “the food was amazing. but i’m still watching her. she still could be a serial killer.”

“if she is, she’s a serial killer with good taste,” dijonai teased, grinning.

maddy shook her head, laughing. “only you, paige.”

“don’t you think she would’ve already killed you by now?” arike chimed in as she started her ankle workouts.

paige just laughed, shaking her head.

paige stretched her arms overhead, then smirked at arike. “yeah, guess i’m still alive, huh?”

dijonai grinned, “see? that’s a good sign.”

maddy elbowed paige lightly. “so, when’s the next meal? we’re all expecting a taste test.”

paige laughed, “if azzi’s cooking like this, maybe i’ll bring her to practice for a team dinner.”

arike raised an eyebrow, “you’d let her feed us?”

“only if you behave,” paige teased.

the circle burst into laughter as practice officially kicked off, the mood lighter than usual.

as paige started on her shooting, her mind automatically went to azzi.

she didn’t mean to think about her, but it just happened—her focus split between the swish of the net and the memory of those lemony pancakes.

she was an amazing chef. like, seriously amazing. paige was a little annoyed that she hadn’t known about her sooner. where had this girl been hiding?

paige sunk another shot.

she didn’t just like the food—she liked how calm azzi was. how she moved around the kitchen like it was second nature. how she spoke, low and even. how she smiled with her whole face.

“damn,” paige muttered under her breath, grabbing her rebound.

she shook her head, trying to snap out of it.

“focus,” she whispered. “you’ve got a game coming up, not a crush.”

but her next shot bounced off the rim.

figures.

azzi was currently lounging in the living room, the apartment empty and quiet. she liked it… but sometimes that could get a little boring. she needed to busy herself.

she had packed paige something earlier and handed it to her when she left—just a little snack for after practice. paige kept insisting she didn’t have to, but azzi waved her off and told her to enjoy practice today.

it still hadn’t really sunk in that azzi was actually living in paige bueckers’ house.

not visiting. not working a one-time gig. living.

it felt surreal. an actual honor.

she was thrilled to be here—grateful, too. not just because of who paige was, but because of what this meant for her. this was real work. real growth. a new chapter.

and every time she walked past the signed jerseys on the wall or saw paige’s sneakers lined up by the door, it hit her all over again.

she was really here.

and she wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.

her phone dinged.

emma

everything’s okay?

azzi smiled before replying.

azzi

yep

paige is at practice right now

i’m just chilling around

emma’s response came instantly.

emma

how is she?

she’s not too bad is she

azzi

lol fortunately not

she’s actually pretty chill

we got to know a little bit about each other yesterday

she’s funny

emma

that’s nice to hear

i’m glad

azzi

yeah we watched a movie too

a little bonding thingy

emma

really? what’d you watch?

azzi chuckled, the memory flashing in her mind—both of them bickering like kids before finally agreeing.

azzi

after us bickering, i chose roll bounce

emma

classic

she probably acted like she didn’t like it but was watching every second

azzi

she actually didn’t complain

just said “you really chose roll bounce”

emma

😭 sounds about right

that’s her version of approval lol

azzi

i figured

she watched the whole thing though

even laughed a few times

emma

see? you’re winning her over already

keep feeding her and you’ll be her favorite person in no time

azzi grinned at that, glancing over at the kitchen. she didn’t mind the idea. not one bit.

when paige came home, it was around 3:27 p.m.

she stepped inside and was met with silence.

the apartment was quiet—too quiet.

no clatter from the kitchen, no music playing in the background. just stillness.

paige paused, listening for any sign of life before calling out softly, “azzi?”

no answer.

curiosity flickered in her chest as she moved further in, wondering what her new chef was up to.

paige called out again, “fudd!”

still no answer.

shrugging off the silence, she dropped her bag in her room and headed toward azzi’s room.

on the way, she spotted a pair of car keys on the kitchen counter—definitely not hers.

so azzi was still here. but why wasn’t she answering?

paige stood in front of the door and knocked softly.

“azzi?”

no reply.

gently, she eased the door open, curiosity tightening in her chest.

azzi was asleep, the cover tossed off her, one arm draped over her face as she lay on her back. her mouth was slightly parted, making her look utterly adorable in the quiet stillness of the room.

paige wasn’t hungry, so she didn’t wake azzi. instead, she just stood there for a moment, watching her sleep.

a small smile tugged at paige’s lips — azzi looked peaceful, completely worn out.

quietly, paige eased out of the room, careful not to disturb her.

the blonde chuckled softly to herself. she was probably exhausted.

paige decided to use the quiet time to get herself together—freshen up, maybe even sneak in a quick nap of her own.

azzi shot up like she’d just been drenched with water. she grabbed her phone—6:30. her mind immediately went to paige, and she groaned. paige had been home from practice for hours.

she got up and hurried to the bathroom, did her business, then came back to her room. she was way too hot. pulling open her drawers, she changed into some mid-thigh shorts—nothing too short, nothing too long—and threw on a tank top. her apron went back over it before she rushed out.

she spotted paige sitting at the counter, phone in hand, quietly laughing at something. azzi’s eyes instantly dropped to her clothes—black nike sports bra, some shorts, hair down. her face flushed pink.

“shit—i’m so sorry. i fell asleep. i didn’t mean to—”

paige looked up at her, face softening as she turned her phone off. “azzi.”

“i’m really really sorry,” azzi rushed out, flustered. “i literally fell asleep on the job. that’s so embarrassing.”

paige chuckled. “it’s okay, azzi. you’re allowed to sleep.”

azzi looked down, fingers fidgeting. then back up. “still… there should’ve been something for you to eat when you got home.”

paige gave her a soft grin. “i wasn’t hungry anyway. i’d hate for that good food to go to waste.”

paige stood from her seat, stretching just a little as she walked around the counter and towards the fridge. azzi watched her quietly, lips pressed together. she still felt guilty, even if paige was being nice about it.

“i can throw something together real quick,” azzi offered. “it doesn’t have to be fancy. just to hold you over.”

paige turned around with a bottle of water in hand, leaning against the counter. “you sure you’re not too tired?”

“i’m good,” azzi replied softly, a smile tugging at her lips. “i live here now, remember? i gotta earn my keep.”

that made paige smile for real. she twisted the cap off her water and took a sip. “alright, chef. surprise me.”

azzi nodded and walked over to the kitchen, tying her apron tighter. it wasn’t like she hadn’t cooked for someone before, but something about making food just for paige—like this—felt… different. not like work. more like she wanted to.

paige settled back onto one of the stools, arms resting on the counter, watching azzi pull ingredients from the fridge. the space filled with small sounds—the fridge door closing, a knife being drawn from the rack, soft hums from azzi as she thought through what she was gonna make.

paige didn’t say much. just kept watching.

and azzi noticed. every time she looked up to check the pan or stir something, she could feel paige’s gaze on her. it made her move a little slower. a little softer. like she was performing without trying to.

“you’re really good at this,” paige said quietly, after a moment.

azzi glanced back, raising an eyebrow. “cooking?”

“yeah… and like—just being in a kitchen. you look comfortable.”

azzi laughed under her breath, “it’s kinda my thing.”

“yeah,” paige murmured. “i can tell.”

it was quiet after that, but not heavy. it hung warm in the space between them, like something settling in. paige looked down at her hands, then back up. azzi focused on the food.

they didn’t say much else until the plate was in front of paige.

“thank you,” she said, voice low.

azzi only smiled. “you’re welcome.”

paige picked up her fork, taking a bite. the second the flavor hit her tongue, she hummed and leaned back in her seat a little, eyes closing briefly. “okay. yep. you snapped.”

azzi laughed, walking around to the sink to rinse out a small bowl. “glad i didn’t lose my touch in that nap.”

“nah, if this is how you cook after a nap, i might have to make you sleep more often.”

that pulled a real laugh out of azzi, her back still to paige. “you tryna sedate your chef now? that’s wild.”

“whatever gets me meals like this.”

azzi shook her head with a smile as she dried her hands. when she turned back around, paige was already halfway through her plate. the sight made her heart swell, though she tried not to show it too much.

“you always eat this fast?” she teased, leaning on the counter across from her.

“only when something tastes good. don’t flatter yourself too much though,” paige replied through a mouthful, smirking.

“wow.” azzi pressed her hand to her chest playfully. “this how you treat the woman feeding you?”

“you fell asleep on the job, remember?” paige shot back.

“okay that’s fair,” azzi giggled.

a beat passed, soft and still. paige slowed down her chewing, her gaze flicking up toward azzi. “you feel more settled today?”

azzi nodded slowly. “yeah. i think i just needed to get through the first twenty-four hours, you know?”

“makes sense.”

“it’s still kinda crazy though.” azzi looked around the apartment, then back at paige. “like… i’m here. living here. with you.”

paige mirrored her nod. “crazy in a bad way?”

azzi shook her head. “crazy in a… i’m really grateful kind of way.”

the tension that had been light and teasing just seconds ago softened into something more sincere. paige didn’t speak right away. she just looked at azzi, her features unreadable for a moment, until finally she said, “i’m glad you’re here.”

azzi met her eyes. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

and that was enough. nothing else needed to be said in that moment. just two girls in a kitchen. one full, the other still glowing from being seen.

the quiet, again, didn’t feel awkward. it felt like home.

“so, i might do a shop tomorrow. just to make sure the kitchen doesn’t get too empty.” azzi spoke.

paige, still picking at the last of her food, glanced up. “you need me to come with you?”

azzi shook her head, pulling her braids into a loose bun. “nah, i got it. i’m just letting you know so you don’t think i ran away or something.”

“mm. appreciate the warning,” paige teased, sipping from her water. “but if you do run off, at least leave the recipes.”

“that’s bold of you to assume i write them down.”

“you don’t?”

“nope.”

paige squinted at her. “so you’re just in the kitchen winging it every day?”

“pretty much.”

“that’s… lowkey terrifying.”

azzi smirked. “and yet, you clean the plate every time.”

paige pointed her fork at her, smile tugging at her lips. “touche.”

azzi leaned against the island counter, gaze soft. “anything you’re craving though? i wanna make sure you’re actually excited to eat.”

“you’re already doing that,” paige said, voice quieter now. “but… pancakes. been thinking about them since this morning.”

“say less.” azzi nodded, mental list already forming. “i’ll make them extra crispy on the edges. you seem like a crispy-edge girl.”

“i don’t know what that means but yes.”

azzi laughed. “you’ll see.”

they locked eyes for a moment, both still smiling—then azzi cleared her throat and looked away, grabbing her empty cup.

“alright,” she said, rinsing it out. “you relax. i’ll clean up.”

“you sure?”

“positive. go do whatever it is basketball stars do on their off time.”

paige stood, stretched, then bumped azzi’s hip as she passed. “you sure you’re not the star?”

azzi rolled her eyes, cheeks warm. “get outta here, bueckers.”

paige laughed all the way down the hall.

azzi could get used to that sound.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi

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