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woniedarlin · 5 months ago

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can you, perhaps, do an idol! jungwon x reader fanfic? the setting would be reader accidentally texting jungwon and the reader is an engene as well, actually, but then reader and won keep talking but he doesn't reveal he is an idol until later!! reader could be in the industry as like a staff or smth!

Sent, Delivered, Loved

pairing: idol! Jungwon x staff! reader

synopsis: As a hardworking staff member at HYBE, the last thing you expected was to accidentally text the wrong number in the middle of a busy day. But instead of a confused reply, the person on the other end kept the conversation going. He was funny, easy to talk to, and somehow, you found yourself looking forward to his messages. You didn’t know his name, his face, or even his voice but you liked him. Which was ridiculous, right?

Oh, and the person you were texting? Yeah. It was Jungwon. THE Jungwon from enhypen.

author's note: Thank you for the amazing request, Anonie! I must say, it took me a whole month to finish this, but it was definitely worth it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy reading, everyone! 💖

warning: This is just for the plot and should never be taken seriously. Do NOT text random strangers 😭 and don’t ever fall for someone just through texting. Mentions of cursing and also slight angst.

permanent tag list: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n @layzfy

You: bro wtf where r u???

You angrily jabbed at your screen. It was late, you were exhausted, and your friend, your so-called reliable colleague, was missing in action when you needed them most.

You: i swear to god if u left me to deal with this alone i’m blocking u forever.

A few seconds passed, and then-

Unknown Number: uh… hi??

You frowned. That wasn’t the reaction you were expecting.

You: ???

You: don’t play dumb. u know what u did.

Unknown Number: i actually don’t. i think u have the wrong number??

Your eyes widened.

Oh.

OH.

You immediately scrolled up, checking the number you had just texted, only to realize that you had completely messed up one digit in your rush.

You: …omg wait. ur not Jiho?

Unknown Number: pretty sure i’m not.

You: oh my god kill me now. i’m so sorry.

Unknown Number: lmao it’s cool. what did this guy do to deserve ur wrath tho??

You sighed and debated whether or not to answer. But at this point, you’d already embarrassed yourself. Might as well go all in.

You: he bailed on me. we were supposed to finish this event setup for work but guess who’s suddenly “busy” 🙄

Unknown Number: damn. fake friend behavior.

You: RIGHT?? like i love him but i will fight him.

The typing bubble appeared, then disappeared. Then, it appeared again.

Unknown Number: sounds like a rough job. must be intense working in the industry.

You blinked at your screen. That was… a little specific.

You: wait, how’d u know it’s the industry??

Unknown Number: u mentioned an event setup. unless ur hosting birthday parties on a tuesday night, i figured.

You: touché.

Unknown Number: so what do u do?

You hesitated for a moment. It wasn’t like this was confidential information, but still…should you be talking about work with a total stranger? Then again, you had already gone on a rant about your missing-in-action coworker, so what harm would a little more do?

You: just staff stuff. event coordination, assisting with schedules, making sure idols don’t get lost on the way to their own stages. u know. the usual.

Unknown Number: sounds like a nightmare.

You: it is <3

You chuckled, shaking your head at how easy it was to talk to this person.

Unknown Number: u must meet a lot of idols then.

You sighed.

You: yeah but it’s not as exciting as u think. they’re just people. some r nice, some r annoying, some act like they don’t know what a clock is.

Unknown Number: LOL. any favorites?

You raised an eyebrow at that.

You: what, r u an idol fan?

Unknown Number: maybe.

You: ok mysterious.

Unknown Number: u didn’t answer tho.

You hummed and think.

You: idk. if i had to pick… maybe enhypen? they’re cool.

A beat of silence. Then,

Unknown Number: good taste.

Weird. Before you could think too much about it, another message popped up.

Unknown Number: anyway, u still mad at ur friend or did u forgive him?

You rolled your eyes.

You: still mad. he better buy me food.

Unknown Number: solid plan. u deserve compensation.

You: exactly!! u get it.

And just like that, the conversation flowed on, stretching far past the frustration that started it. You didn’t know who this person was, but they were easy to talk to, and for some reason, you didn’t mind keeping the conversation going.

🫐

Over the next few weeks, your accidental text became a daily habit. You didn’t know why, but talking to this stranger was easy. Maybe it was because he had no expectations of you. He wasn’t a coworker, a superior, or an idol to impress. He was just some guy who sent back sarcastic texts and asked surprisingly thoughtful questions.

And for Jungwon, it was the opposite.

For the first time in a long while, he got to be a normal person. Not Jungwon, leader of Enhypen. Just some random guy in your messages. He didn’t have to worry about his image or if he was saying the right thing. You didn’t treat him differently. You teased him, called him bro, and sent blurry dinner photos.

And he liked it.

Maybe he never corrected you when you called him a nobody. Perhaps he looked forward to your messages more than he should.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t tell you the truth.

🫐

You groaned as you dropped onto a chair in the break room. You are completely drained, and the past few hours have been horrible. Running back and forth between different rooms, handling last-minute requests, and nearly getting run over by a staff member pushing a cart too fast. At this point, your legs were made of jelly, your back ached, and your only source of comfort was-

You: listen here, u lil gremlin. i am suffering.

Unknown Number: ???

Unknown Number: what did i do this time 😭

You: EXIST. why am i here working my ass off while u get to sit there and breathe??

Unknown Number: maybe bc u have a job and i’m just a mysterious, incredibly cool stranger on the internet

You: mysterious, incredibly cool GREMLIN.

You: actually no. goblin. u give goblin energy.

Jungwon almost choked on his water. Goblin??

Unknown Number: EXCUSE ME.

Unknown Number: what part of me gives goblin energy???

You: idk. just a vibe. like a smug little goblin who laughs at my suffering.

Jungwon did, in fact, laugh at that. He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head.

Unknown Number: ok but real talk. what’s making u suffer this time

You: running around hybe like a headless chicken. setting up for another event. also why do idols need so many rooms. just share a table or smth smh.

Jungwon raised a brow.

Hybe.

So, you worked at Hybe. That confirmed it. You were in the same building as him, probably passing by his team without even realizing it.

Unknown Number: sounds rough. u need a raise tbh.

You: RIGHT?? finally someone with common sense.

Unknown Number: goblin says u should go get a snack or smth before u pass out.

You sighed before standing up and walking toward the nearest vending machine.

You: fine. but only bc goblin said so.

Jungwon grinned. He could get used to this nickname.

🫐

You still didn’t know his real name, and he still hadn’t told you what he did for a living. But weirdly enough, you didn’t mind.

One evening, after another long day of work, you flopped onto your bed and grabbed your phone.

You: goblin. tell me something random about u.

Unknown Number: hmm. i like cats.

You: ok well that’s basic. try again.

Unknown Number: wow ok. rude.

Unknown Number: fine. i used to do taekwondo when i was younger.

You: woah. that’s kinda cool. do u still remember any moves?

Unknown Number: maybe. depends. why? u planning to fight me?

You: depends. are u annoying today?

Unknown Number: always.

You rolled your eyes and smiled to yourself.

Unknown Number: ok my turn. tell me something random about u.

You: hmm. i can survive on just ramen and coffee for a whole week.

Unknown Number: that is not something to brag about.

You: shh. survival skills.

Unknown Number: more like self-destruction skills.

You laughed.

It was weird how easy it was to talk to him. Even without knowing what he looked like or what he did, you felt like you could tell him anything.

And somehow, you got the feeling that he felt the same way.

As you continued texting, an idea popped into your head.

You: btw. i’m giving u a nickname.

Unknown Number: oh? should i be concerned?

You: yes. but it’s happening anyway.

You changed his contact name and took a screenshot.

You: congrats. ur now “goblin” in my phone. [image attached]

Goblin: goblin again???? why.

You: idk u give me goblin vibes.

Goblin: i don’t know if i should be honored or offended.

You: both.

Goblin: …fair.

You grinned to yourself. Yeah, “Goblin” suited him just fine.

🫐

It was ridiculous.

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. This was getting out of control and liking someone you’d never seen. Someone you only knew through text? It was wild. But talking to Goblin had somehow become the best part of your day.

It wasn’t just his humor or the way he matched your sarcasm. It was the way he listened. The way he remembered small details. He never made you feel like you were talking too much, even when you went on long-winded rants about work.

And that was the problem.

Because now, you were catching feelings for someone who was like a ghost. What the fuck?

You sighed and stared at your phone.

You: goblin. tell me something.

Goblin: what kind of something?

You: something about you. anything.

Goblin: hmm. okay. i like late-night drives.

You: oh? fancy. what else?

Goblin: i sing a lot, but only when i’m alone.

You smiled.

You: what if ur actually really good but no one knows?

Goblin: oh, people know.

You paused, eyebrows furrowing.

You: ?? do u perform or smth?

There was a long pause.

Goblin: nah… let’s say i’ve had some practice.

You stared at the screen. You felt an odd feeling. But before you could ask more, he changed the subject.

And this was the pattern.

You’d ask about him, he’d give vague answers. It wasn’t like he was lying. He wasn’t telling you everything.

Meanwhile, Jungwon was losing his mind.

He liked you. Way more than he should.

He knew he should tell you the truth…that he wasn’t just some random guy but an idol, an Enhypen member, someone you admired without realizing he was the same person you texted every day.

But how was he supposed to do that without making you feel betrayed?

It didn’t help that you unknowingly talked about him all the time.

You: work was chaos today. my team had to set up for an engene event, and guess what? i had to carry a life-sized jungwon cutout.

Goblin: oh? lucky u. he’s pretty cool.

You: pls. i had to carry his smug face up three flights of stairs. not fun.

Goblin: bet he was judging u the whole way.

You: EXACTLY. i could hear him in my head like “hurry up, bitch.”

Jungwon nearly choked on his drink.

You: i mean, i love him, but he def gives rich, spoiled cat vibes.

Goblin: wow. tell me how u really feel.

You: LMAO SORRY. no but fr, i respect him a lot. he works so hard.

Goblin: yeah… he really does.

Jungwon smiled to himself.

But the longer he kept the truth from you, the worse it felt.

One day, he was going to have to tell you.

He just didn’t know how.

🫐

You had one job. Just one.

Don’t freak out. Don’t stare. Be professional.

Yet, here you were, standing in the same hallway as enhypen. Your heart was racing.

You hadn’t even meant to run into them. You were trying to deliver some documents to another department when you turned a corner, and bam! almost crashed straight into Jungwon himself.

“Ah, sorry!” You quickly stepped back and bowed.

“It’s okay,” he replied casually.

You kept your head down, gripping the files in your hands. You knew the rules. Staff weren’t supposed to interact too much with idols unless necessary. So, you did what you always did. You kept moving, not making eye contact.

But the moment you were out of sight, you whipped out your phone.

You: BRO WTF I JUST BUMPED INTO ENHYPEN HELP

Goblin: oh? ur alive?

You: BARELY. I almost DIED. I ran straight into Jungwon.

Goblin: sounds like a skill issue tbh.

You: SHUT UP. Anyway, I had to act normal and not fangirl. Pain.

Goblin: so u saw Jungwon up close, huh? thoughts?

You: he’s… really handsome actually like stupidly handsome.

Jungwon, reading the text, blinked.

Wait.

Something clicked in his head.

You just said you bumped into Enhypen.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back to earlier.

A staff member had walked past them, avoiding eye contact. He hadn’t paid much attention, but now that he thought about it…

That had been you.

Jungwon’s breath hitched.

Holy shit.

You were the staff member he had occasionally seen around the company. He’d thought you were pretty before, but it never crossed his mind that you were you.

Now, everything made sense. The things you ranted about, your schedule, and the way you always seemed to know too much about his events.

He grinned to himself.

Goblin: so… if u had to rank the members by looks, where would jungwon be?

You: pls don’t expose me but top 1 actually. his visuals are insane irl.

Jungwon nearly dropped his phone.

🫐

Ever since Jungwon pieced together your identity, he couldn’t help but pay more attention whenever he saw you at the company.

It wasn’t full-on stalking. No, he wasn’t that creepy. But he started noticing little things.

Like how you always ran around, papers in hand, sometimes looking stressed and sometimes smiling at your coworkers. How you always carried an energy drink in the morning, eyes barely open as you dragged yourself through the halls. How you always pulled out your phone at random moments to text him.

And, most of all, how you never once looked at him.

Jungwon found it amusing. You had no idea that the same person you were texting as “Goblin” was now actively looking for you in a crowd.

He casually walked by your usual routes, trying to confirm his suspicions. If you were near, he’d glance discreetly, watching your reactions. You were always professional, always busy, always avoiding unnecessary attention.

But then, one day, he decided to test his theory.

Exhausted, you were standing near the entrance, rubbing your temples as another staff member spoke to you. You were frustrated, probably from another long day of work.

Jungwon, a few steps away, discreetly pulled out his phone and typed.

Goblin: u alive?

A second later, your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Jungwon didn’t even need to guess. The way your entire demeanor changed was all the confirmation he needed. Your tired frown softened. Your lips curled into a small smile.

Bingo.

Now he knew it was 100% you.

Later that night, he picked up his phone again.

Goblin: so, when’s ur funeral?

You: idk but work is definitely killing me first.

Goblin: want me to fight ur boss?

You: pls. throw hands.

Jungwon chuckled to himself. Oh, if only you knew.

🫐

It was late. You sat on your bed, staring at your phone screen. Without thinking too much about it, you opened your messages.

You: Goblin, you up?

A few seconds passed before the typing bubble appeared.

Goblin: For you? Always. What’s up?

You hesitated. You weren’t usually the type to unload your emotions onto others, but something about him…about this…felt safe.

You: I’m just tired. Really tired.

You: Sometimes I feel like no matter how hard I work, no one actually sees it.

You: Like, I put in all this effort, and it’s just… expected. Nothing special. And if I mess up even a little, suddenly it’s a big deal.

You stared at your screen, debating if you should delete the message, but a reply came in before you could.

Goblin: I know exactly how that feels.

That made you pause.

You: You do?

Goblin: Yeah.

Goblin: It’s like… the pressure never stops. People only see the results, not the work behind it. And when you succeed, it’s just “as expected.” But when you fail? That’s when they notice.

That was oddly specific.

You: Exactly. Like, can someone just acknowledge how exhausting it is??

Goblin: You deserve that acknowledgment. Even if no one else says it, I will: You’re doing amazing. And I mean that.

A small smile tugged at your lips despite the frustration.

You: Thanks, Goblin. That means a lot.

Goblin: Anytime.

A comfortable silence settled between you two. Then,

Goblin: Can I tell you something too?

You sat up a little straighter.

You: Of course.

A few seconds passed before he responded.

Goblin: Sometimes I feel like people don’t actually know me. They see what they want to see. They have all these expectations, and I try to meet them, but at the end of the day… I wonder if anyone would still like me if I wasn’t what they expected.

You stared at the message, something about it making your heart ache a little.

You: That sounds lonely.

Goblin: It is. But I guess I’ve gotten used to it.

Your fingers hovered over the screen keyboard before you started typing.

You: Well, I don’t know about them, but I like you. Just as you are. Even if you’re secretly a weirdo who texts strangers in the middle of the night.

There was a pause, then-

Goblin: Wow. I was about to be all deep and emotional, and you just had to call me a weirdo.

You laughed softly.

You: I’m just saying, you’re pretty cool. Whoever you are.

You didn’t realize it, but on the other side of the screen, Jungwon stared at your message for a long time. He felt something that was terrifying.

Because for the first time in a long while, he felt seen. And he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that.

🫐

It’s late at night again, and you’re sitting at home, exhausted after another grueling day at work. Your feet ache, and your body feels heavy, but despite your exhaustion, you’re still awake because of him.

Your phone is open to your messages with Goblin, and you hesitate before typing.

You: be honest. do you ever think about what it’d be like if we met irl?

Jungwon, who was lying in bed, staring at his screen, felt his stomach drop.

Oh no.

Jungwon’s fingers hovered over his screen. His heart pounded as he read your message over and over again. Of course, he had thought about it every single day since realizing who you were. But if you knew who he really was… would you still want to meet?

After a long pause, he finally replied.

Goblin: hmm, maybe… but what if we meet and you’re disappointed?

He winced after sending it. That was a cowardly response, dodging the real issue.

Your reply came almost instantly.

You: lmao please. i bet ur like a middle-aged man with a receding hairline

You: but honestly. i do wonder. it’s weird, right? liking someone u never met??

Jungwon’s stomach flipped. Liking?

Before he could stop himself, his lips curled into a small smile. Did you really mean that? Or was it just a casual way of speaking? He needed to be careful.

Goblin: do u? like me, i mean

The second he sent it, he regretted it. It felt too direct. What if you got weirded out? He considered sending a follow-up message to downplay it, but before he could, his phone vibrated.

You: idk. maybe?

Jungwon stared at the screen, his ears burning. You liked him? But you didn’t even know who he was.

And that was the problem.

He couldn’t keep lying to you.

Taking a deep breath, Jungwon sat up in bed. His fingers moved over his keyboard, hesitating for a long moment before he typed-

Goblin: Hey, can I call you?

🫐

Your phone buzzed in your hand. An incoming call. From Goblin.

Your stomach flipped. He had never called before. Hesitating for a second, you stared at the screen before finally answering.

“Hello?”

There was a pause, then-

“Hey.”

Your breath hitched. His voice was… smooth. Gentle. Familiar in a way. You sat up straighter.

“Wow. So you do have a voice,” you teased trying to mask your nervousness.

He let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah… I figured it was time.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, this time more serious.

“I have to tell you something.”

Your heart pounded. “What is it?”

Jungwon took a deep breath on the other end. His hands clenched into fists, but this was it. No more hiding.

“I know who you are.”

Your brows furrowed. “Huh?”

“we’ve met before. A lot of times.”

“Wait—what are you saying?”

Jungwon hesitated. “I’m not just some random guy.”

“I’m Jungwon.”

Silence.

Your mind raced. Jungwon? Only one Jungwon immediately came to mind, but that was impossible.

“Jungwon…?” Your voice came out weaker than you wanted.

“Yeah.” Another pause. “Yang Jungwon.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

No.

No way.

The leader of Enhypen. The same Jungwon you had bumped into at the company a few times. The same Jungwon whose songs you had on your playlist.

The same Jungwon you had been texting for months.

You felt your whole world tilt.

“You’re kidding.” You whispered.

“I’m not.” His voice was cautious. “I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was scared. I liked talking to you like this. Just as… me.”

Your grip on the phone tightened. You were shocked, confused, and something dangerously close to betrayal.

You had confided in him and talked about your job, talked about him, without knowing it was actually him.

Your mind was spinning.

“I—” You swallowed hard. “I need a minute.”

Jungwon’s heart sank. He could hear the sadness in your voice.

“I get it.” His voice was soft. “Take your time.”

But as the call ended, a heavy silence settled between you.

And Jungwon could only hope he hadn’t just lost you forever.

🫐

You had deleted his contact the second you found out the truth. It was impulsive, but even now, you felt guilty.

You never gave him a chance to explain.

Not that you owed him one. He had lied to you for months. He let you vent about work, about idols, about him. All while hiding that he was the person you were unknowingly talking about. Still, a small part of you wondered what he would have said if you had stayed long enough to hear him out. But it was too late now. You had cut him off, and life had to move on.

So you threw yourself into work, acting like nothing happened. But something felt… different.

For one, your workload, usually overwhelming, had mysteriously lightened. Tasks you had been dreading were suddenly reassigned. Even the small mistakes you made generally earned you a scolding and seemed to go unnoticed.

At first, you thought it was just luck. But then, little things started to stand out.

One evening, after a long day, you dragged yourself into a break room, exhausted. You had been assigned to help with an event that had left you completely drained. As you slumped into a chair, your coworker sighed beside you.

“Lucky you,” she muttered and stretched her arms. “I heard you were supposed to be on cleanup duty tonight, but someone switched it at the last minute.”

You blinked. “Wait… what?”

Your coworker shrugged. “Dunno. Some higher-up pulled some strings, I guess. Maybe you’ve got a guardian angel or something.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. A guardian angel? Yeah, right.

Meanwhile, Jungwon watched from the shadows, unseen. He knew he had no right to interfere. Not after what he had done, but he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

So he helped in the only way he could.

He stayed silent and watched from a distance. Making sure you were okay. Doing whatever he could to ease your burden, even if you never found out.

Because if he couldn’t have you back in his life… this was the least he could do.

🫐

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand just as you were about to go to bed.

You groaned, rolling over to grab it, eyes squinting at the screen. Unknown Number.

For a second, you debated letting it ring, but curiosity got the better of you. With a sigh, you swiped to accept the call and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

Silence.

You frowned. “Uh… hello?”

Finally, a voice. “Hey… it’s me.”

You pulled the phone away, staring at the number. It was definitely not saved in your contacts.

“…Sorry, who is this?” you asked cautiously.

A pause. Then, a chuckle. “Did you delete my number that fast?”

Your stomach dropped.

That laugh. That tone.

It hit you all at once.

Your fingers clenched around the phone. “Jungwon.”

Another silence. Then, softly-“Yeah.”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling like you couldn’t breathe.

Your brain scrambled to find something to say, but you could only stare blankly at your ceiling.

“I—What do you want?” Your voice came out smaller than you intended.

Jungwon exhaled as if he had been holding his breath. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I just… I just needed to hear your voice.”

Your grip on the phone tightened.

“You shouldn’t have called,” you muttered. “You shouldn’t—”

“I know,” he cut in. “I know, and I’m sorry. But I couldn’t help it.”

You shut your eyes. “Jungwon, I—”

“I should’ve told you sooner,” he rushed out. “I should’ve told you a lot of things.”

Your chest ached.

“I knew it was you,” he continued. “I figured it out early. But I didn’t say anything because I was selfish. I didn’t want you to treat me differently. I didn’t want to lose what we had. I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t pretending,” he said softer now. “Everything I said to you was real.”

You pressed your palm against your forehead. You were overwhelmed.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but…” Jungwon hesitated. “Can I see you?”

Your heart pounded.

Could you face him? After everything?

🫐

You didn’t know why you said yes.

Maybe it was curiosity. Perhaps because you missed the feeling of something that had once felt so real. Or perhaps you weren’t as ready to let him go as you told yourself. So now, here you were. Your jacket covered your pj’s underneath. The air was cold, but not nearly as cold as the tension between you and the boy standing a few feet away. For a moment, neither of you spoke. He was wearing a hoodie, hands tucked into the pockets, eyes looking from you to the ground because he didn’t know where to start.

Seeing him now, after everything, felt surreal.

You swallowed. “So… you changed your number just to call me?”

Jungwon let out a soft laugh. “Yeah.”

You shook your head. “That’s insane.”

“I know.” His lips quirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I tried to leave you alone. I did. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You clenched your jaw, “You lied to me.”

Jungwon’s expression fell. “I know.”

“You let me embarrass myself. You let me tell you things…things I wouldn’t have said if I knew who you were.” Your voice was with frustration and hurt. “Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?”

“I do,” Jungwon said quietly. “And I hate myself for it.”

There was silence again. Then, Jungwon decided to take a slow step closer.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he said. “I swear. I liked talking to you. I liked that you didn’t see me as an idol. You treated me like a normal person. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like one.”

You exhaled sharply and looked away.

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” Jungwon continued. “But if any part of you still wants this, still wants me, then I’ll do anything to fix this.”

Your fingers tightened around the sleeves of your jacket.

Do you still want this?

Did you still want him?

You let out a bitter laugh while shaking your head. “You know what’s funny?”

Jungwon stayed quiet.

“I used to think it was ridiculous,” you admitted. “Liking someone you’ve never even met. Someone you only talked to through a screen.” You let out a breath. “But then… it happened.”

Jungwon’s expression softened, but he didn’t say anything.

“I told myself it wasn’t real,” you continued. “That it was just the comfort of having someone to talk to. It was easy to fall for someone when all you had were words and late-night conversations.” You swallowed. “But it felt real. And when everything came crashing down, it hurt like it was real.”

“I didn’t mean to fall for you,” you admitted. “But I did.”

Jungwon’s breath hitched. “You…”

“I liked you,” you said firmly this time. “I liked Goblin. Not Jungwon, not an idol. Just you.”

His hands twitched like he wanted to reach for you, but he held himself back.

“I ruined it,” he murmured. “Didn’t I?”

You hesitated. “I don’t know.”

It was the truth.

Jungwon was bracing himself for the worst.

You sighed and looked down at your feet. “I forgive you.”

He sucked in a breath. “You do?”

You nodded, “But…”

The relief that had started to settle in his features quickly faded.

“I want to take it slow,” you said carefully. “I want to learn more about you. You, not just the person I texted late at night.” You exhaled. “And I don’t know what to do, Jungwon. Even just meeting you here feels like I’m walking on thin ice.”

Jungwon pressed his lips together. He understood.

“If anyone finds out…” you hesitated as you glanced around as if someone could be listening. “I could lose my job. You could ruin everything you’ve worked for.”

“I know,” he murmured.

You let out a small, breathy laugh, “Then why are you even here?”

“Because you’re worth the risk.”

Your heart stuttered.

“I don’t want to let you go,” he said. “But I also don’t want to rush you. If you want to take it slow, we will.” He smiled. “I can wait. I mean, we already spent months texting. I think I can handle a little more patience.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips.

“Okay,” you said softly. “Then let’s take it slow

🫐

Months Later

You were swamped with work, running from one task to another, barely catching a break. The office was hectic as usual, with staff members moving in and out, handling schedules, coordinating events, and making sure everything for the idols ran smoothly. You had settled into a routine again, though now and then, you’d catch yourself glancing at your phone, wondering if he would first text.

Your relationship with Jungwon had been… complicated. Ever since that night, you had both taken slow but careful texts, occasional calls, and a few fleeting encounters in the company's hallways. He was still an idol, and you were still a staff member. Even though no one knew about the two of you, there was always a risk.

As you finished organizing some paperwork, your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Goblin: Come outside.

Your brows furrowed.

You: I’m working??

Goblin: Just for a second.

You sighed. But curiosity got the best of you, and you slipped out of the office, making your way toward the quieter side of the building. As soon as you stepped outside, you spotted him. Jungwon, standing near one of the company vans, dressed in casual clothes, a cap pulled low over his face. Even with his attempt to stay hidden, you could still recognize him.`

“What are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Jungwon smiled, “I wanted to see you.”

You rolled your eyes. “We texted last night.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the same,” he replied smoothly. “And I figured you could use a little break.”

You sighed. “Jungwon—”

Before you could argue, he held up a small bag. “I got you coffee.”

You blinked. “What?”

“And a snack.” He grinned, holding it out to you. “Figured you’d be too busy to get one yourself.”

You took the coffee from his hands, fingers brushing his for a fleeting second. “…Thanks, Goblin.”

Jungwon smirked. “You really won’t change that nickname, huh?”

“Nope,” you said and took a sip.

He huffed out a laugh.

You gave him a look. “What? You don’t like it?”

Jungwon stepped closer. “I don’t hate it,” he admitted before he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your mouth.

You barely had time to process it before he pulled away, grinning. “But I’d rather you call me something else.”

Your brain is short-circuited. “Like what?”

He shrugged, walking away with a smug face. “I don’t know. Maybe boyfriend?”

Your face burned as you gaped at him. “Jungwon!”

He only laughed, waving over his shoulder. “See you later, pretty.”

And just like that, he left you standing there, speechless.

You stared after him, then scoffed to yourself with a small smile.

“Guess ‘Goblin’ wasn’t so bad after all.”

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miru667 · 4 months ago

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Hey king you dropped this 👑

So, SO honoured to have been part of @hmosexymanzine !! For my piece I wanted to make a ref to sexyman character tournament polls, so here is our beloved Once-ler, the OG tumblr sexyman, going back in for the fight while being supported by a few notable colleagues..😇

Download the zine for free [HERE!] Keep reading below for my process vid and commentary!

As a total departure from the warm tones of my previous Once-ler zine pieces [link] [link], I decided to do a piece with cool tones this time :3

Admittedly I didn't have many ideas, except that I had been wanting to draw a beaten up Once-ler again for YEARS now and I figured this would be a perfect opportunity because this is a SEXYman zine and he's HOT like that...and that I also wanted to make a comfort piece (beyond just beating him up). And what I remembered was how shocking the infamous 2022 Sexyman Tournament poll on twit had been for us in the onceler fandom...because the Once-ler had lost SO early on?? In the very first round, to Megamind!!

We were so sad.

So I thought, what if, instead of pitting characters against each other, they supported each other instead? Let's show some respect for the original, very first tumblr sexyman! So then I drew this self-indulgent piece.

Apart from the Once-ler, I included 5 other sexymen: the 4 from the semifinals of the 2022 poll, and Megamind who was the one who had won directly against Once-ler. You've gotta look very closely to see Bill Cipher.

I gave Once-ler a signet ring, along with the crown and cigar, to make it feel like he's of high status - because he is! He's an important figure in fandom history.

The other sexymen (other than Bill Cipher) were drawn only as their arms as a nod to the original Lorax book where the Once-ler is only shown as a pair of arms. But I still tried to keep everyone in-character! One of my favourite decisions was to make Sans' lighter flame blue, just like how a lot of people like to draw him with a flaming blue eye in fanart ;) The lighter being pink was also a nod to his pink slippers.

And of course, a tumblr brand cigar, to stick with the theme of respecting our origins.

I think there's not much else to say...I played it safe by not being too ambitious this time with my zine piece for the sake of my health haha but I think I still like how it turned out! I was so lucky to have been asked to be a guest artist for this zine, I'm very humbled to have my art be placed alongside so many other amazing creators and all the mods were so lovely too! And I guess this piece has another meaning in that the Once-ler fandom will keep coming back again and again no matter how much we get beaten up. You'll never see the last of us. 😌

Much love to everyone in and out of the fandom who are genuine and thank you for reading if you did!

#onceler #the lorax #miru art #zine #hmosexymanzine #tumblr sexyman #sans undertale #reigen arataka #megamind #subway boss ingo #bill cipher #tumblr sexymen poll #artists on tumblr

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paulyenvol6 · 6 days ago

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Petit à Petit

Teacher!Pedro x Teacher!Reader

Based on this beautiful request. This was such a joy to write, so thank you so much <3 Enjoy :)

Contains: smut, p in v, protected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, breast play, reader has body hair, reader can be carried around by Pedro, consent-focused intimacy, vulnerability, praise, work place relationship, aftercare, fluff, Pedro being a cutie pie, slight anxiety around crush

Wordcount: 10,187

Masterlist

"Jesus fucking…," you cursed under breath, cringing at the dampness of your clothes.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' it echoed in your head as you tried to wipe the mud off your boots on the doormat.

At least now the roofing protected you from the icy rain, but you were already soaked. Completely drenched from the stupid rain that had surprised you while you had been riding your bike to school. You had briefly considered returning home to get the car, but since you had already been halfway there, you had decided to push through. Well, now you weren't so confident anymore.

Your jeans were sticking to your ankles, your boots were full of mud, and your toes were wet. At least you wore a waterproof jacket, but it hadn't been able to protect your head from getting saturated.

"Oh, hi," you suddenly heard a voice behind you, making you freeze.

Your hand had already been around the door handle, but now you turned around only to look into a pair of very familiar brown eyes.

This couldn't be real.

This day had gotten off to a terrible start, and then, to make matters worse, you ran into Pedro. Pedro Pascal, your charming and favorite collegue – although you obviously would never tell him that. You’d figured the only upside to this mess of a morning was that your first class—8th grade French at 10:45—meant you'd avoid running into any colleagues before then. Which would have given you just enough time to take care of the mess on top of your head. Naturally, AP Literature—10th grade at 8 a.m.—was cancelled thanks to a field trip with Mrs. Patel, a fact you’d somehow managed to forget until it was far too late.

You should've thought of that.

You gave Pedro a smile, trying to brush a strand of wet hair out of your face that was sticking to your forehead. God, you probably looked horrible and all you wanted right now, was to sink into the very muddy and very wet earth. You grimaced, trying your best to bring some order into your hair and chuckled as Pedro swung his head to the side.

"Well, good morning to you."

"It might be worth mentioning that my phone said that the rain's gonna start at 11 a.m. I swear to you, I stood in my living room and I thought 'Am I gonna take the car? Noooo, that's unnecessary.' Thank you."

Pedro had opened the door for you and held it open while you slipped inside.

"That's unfortunate. Hope you're not gonna get a cold, though. You can't, okay?"

Your stomach fluttered, lips involuntarily forming a smile, which was why you quickly looked somewhere else.

"Why?"

"Because of the team outing next week?" He raised his eyebrows like he couldn't believe you had forgotten it. "I need you there. If you're not gonna be there, I'll be stuck between Cobey and George. Did you know that I bumped into George yesterday and he told me that he would 'very much like to continue our conversation about cultural appropriation soon.'? Because he was 'so thrilled' by my input."

Pedro had drawn quotation marks in the air and now quietly chuckled to himself.

"Oh dear…," you scoffed, taking your backpack off to see if your ipad was fine."Don't worry. I'll be there. I recently started showering with cold water, and apparently it's amazing for your immune system."

"Oh yeah? You'll be fine then," Pedro giggled.

"God… I'm starting to sound like Lynette. Please tell me that I don't sound like Lynette," you said, face drawn with worry.

"You don't sound like Lynette. I mean it is something I think she would say, but you stopped right there and didn't go on about, you know… homemade courgette spaghetti and your new yoga class."

"Pedro Pascal, you literally chose the worst possible answer. I would totally try homemade courgette spaghetti, you know that I love cooking. How dare you?"

You laughed and shook your head as you put your backpack on again.

"Okay, BUT, you do it in a different way… you know. You don't – you don't make everyone feel like they're killing themselves and have lost control of their lives because instead of homemade porridge with walnuts and almonds for breakfast, they eat cereal from the supermarket. You… You don't brag about it, you know what I'm saying?"

He had narrowed his eyes, focusing on convincing you to believe his words, but you just chuckled.

"No, no, no, I'm sorry, but you fucked that up."

Pedro pouted, stretching his arm toward you and briefly squeezing your hand. Which left a prickling tension across your skin once he had let go.

"I'm sorry. You had an awful start to the day. And here I am comparing you to Lynette… She's not that terrible, you know? I recently bumped into her at the drug store and she told me about her new puppy. Apparently she hates her husband, but loves her."

"Oh well good then," you scoffed and then ran your hands over your cheeks to wipe away some of the raindrops on your skin.

"Oh god… I look terrible and I have to go to class in like… oh fuck, 10 minutes. If I could at least blow-dry my hair…"

You had said these words more to yourself, but looked up to Pedro as he cleared his throat.

"You don't – you don't look – terrible," he stuttered and if you weren't completely mistaken, he was blushing. He was actually blushing. You hadn't even known that he was capable of blushing – he was always the most open and joyful person with everyone. Nothing ever seemed to embarrass him, so you were amazed to see his cheeks flush as he visibly struggled for words. And it flustered you.

"I mean, yeah, your hair's wet and – and maybe you should change before class, so you won't catch a cold, but – but yeah… You don't – you still look good. Don't worry," he added, making a dismissive gesture with his hand, as if to play it cool, although he was clearly nervous.

"Thank you," you grinned and ran a hand through your wet hair.

"What class do you have now?" Pedro asked, changing the topic and restlessly scratching his temple. He looked like a confused puppy with his soft brown eyes and you couldn't help but feel the corners of your mouth curl.

"French. 8th grade."

"Oh that's the one with Harper Stiller, right?"

You smirked, adjusting the backpack carriers and shrugging.

"Yeah, but she's actually kind of entertaining. Obviously she talks a lot and she's just… she's such a force, but I like her. And she's very devoted to the subject."

Pedro casually put a hand in his front pocket, tilting his head at you.

"Say something."

"What?"

"Say something in French. Did you know that I've never actually heard you speak?"

You frowned, but snickered softly. "That's not true."

"It is," Pedro insisted and lifted an eyebrow. "You heard me speak English already, so it's only fair."

You rolled your eyes at that comment, but you cleared your throat as your heart thundered up your neck.

"Cette fichue pluie m'a surpris aujourd'hui alors que j'étais à vélo et j'étais sur le point de rentrer chez moi et de me faire porter malade. Mais je savais que j'allais te voir et c'est pour ça que j'ai quand même voulu venir à l'école, espèce de connard."

Pedro pursed his lips and nodded admiringly.

"I don't have a clue what you said, but it sounded good."

You grinned at him, but then narrowed your eyes as he gave you a challenging look.

"What."

"Now you tell me what you said."

You grimaced, pretending to be outraged by his request and put your hands on your hips.

"Oh no, no, no. That's for you to find out. I'm not gonna tell you."

"But that's not fair because I don't even know what you said in French. You gotta say it into my phone at least."

You twisted your lips, lashes fluttering like he was talking to the personified innocence.

"Je crois pas, mon cher."

With these words you turned around, taking a few steps toward the toilets before giving him one last peek over your shoulder.

"See you at lunch?"

You didn't even receive an answer, but Pedro's wry smirk and the way his eyes followed you told you everything you needed to know.

Of course everything went wrong. On a day that had started like this, you shouldn't even feel surprised. A heavy fight had broken out between two fifth-grade boys during the last period before lunch break, and you had been one of the teachers who had to take care of the precarious situation. In the end you sat next to the crying boys all throughout lunch break and didn't even have enough time to eat anything before your next class started. At least it had been worth it because the fight had been resolved, but even that couldn't entirely brighten your mood.

Lunch breaks with Pedro were always the most fun part of your day because you would hide in the same corner of the teacher cafeteria. Sometimes your mutual friend Claudia would join you, but often it was just the two of you.

Sometimes, and you would never tell anyone about this, it felt like a date and you liked to imagine that it was. It was just the two of you, looking at each other over the rims of your glasses. You talked and laughed, ignoring the time until the break ended. In your head, you weren't sitting in the cafeteria. You were in a cosy café, – you just had to close an eye on the ugly plastic chairs – sat there all afternoon with no regards to the passing time, extensively thought about what to order, gossiped about everyone and everything and occasionally switched to deep and personal topics.

And in your head, it didn't end here. At some point during the date, Pedro squeezed your hand. Just very briefly, but to you it was a gesture to let you know that he was open to more. And so after the two of you had paid, you went for a walk outside in the cold autumn weather and while a orange leaf got stuck in your hair – that wasn't wet and messy like it had been today – you took Pedro's hand again. He would glimpse at you, an amused smile playing around his lips, but then he would brush with his thumb over your knuckles, as if to tell you that he was all in.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

You had drowned in one of your daydreams again and this kind of stuff had become more frequent since you had met him four months ago.

That day… You still remembered his exact outfit, the brown leather loafers, plain jeans and a vest over his white shirt. And he had worn glasses, brown – Stop.

You were getting distracted again. You shook your head as if that would help, then took a sip of your coffee. Thankfully, there had been enough time for that, and you had a feeling that you needed it very much today. There was always this beautiful, comforting headspace of yours to flee to – just as you had now – but you obviously couldn't do that while teaching, so a good portion of caffein couldn't do any harm.

In the end, the afternoon turned out better than you had expected. When you left the building, you were exhausted and tired, but satisfied. French lessons with your 10th graders were always a joy because there were so many bright heads that were a pleasure to work with. This was why you loved your job after all. The goal was to awaken a love for the subject in your students, watch them get excited about what you taught them, and receive their input. On some days, you felt that you were learning just as much as they did – not just about what their creative minds were able to think of, but also about human beings and being there for one another.

You were quietly humming to yourself on your way to the bike stand when you saw someone standing nearby. You stopped. They were leaning against a railing. Waiting.

After two or three more steps, you were certain it was Pedro. You picked up the pace slightly, your feet scurrying lightly across the now-empty yard to reach him faster. His face lit up when he saw you, too, and he pushed himself away from the railing to take a step toward you.

"Hi, there!" he said, putting his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

"Pedro! Good to see you. I'm really sorry, I know I said I wanted to meet you for lunch, but there was this fight between Adam and Lars in the fifth grade and I had to help Coleen resolve it and I didn't have time for lunch in the end."

"I know, I heard," Pedro said, wrinkling his brow in concern. "So that means you haven't eaten anything since this morning? That's not good."

You grimaced and in that moment, something in his face shifted.

"I mean, not that it's any of my business, you know… I – I don't wanna tell you what to do, I just think you need to have enough energy for – for the afternoon."

You had to supress the urge to smirk again because you couldn't help, but notice how different than usual he was. Pedro was loud, unapologetic, admirably confident and secure in himself. He seemed to get along with everybody, never looked intimidated or embarrassed and just brightened up every room he entered. It was no wonder his students loved him so much. Now he was stuttering nonsense, seemingly reflecting on every sentence he said to you. You couldn't help but feel honored. Wasn't nervousness a good thing? God, it had really been a long time since you had been interested in someone, and it showed.

"I know what you mean. It's not good and I really have to eat something now," you replied and grabbed the carrier of your backpack just to do something with your hands. They felt so odd just dangling to the side of your body.

"Good. Good… Actually…"

Pedro bit down on his lower lip, eyes dancing over your face. He shifted from one foot to the other, but then seemed to build up the courage to say what was on his mind.

"Would you – do you wanna grab a bite now? I know you had a tough day and you're probably tired, but I don't know, I thought maybe we could – you know, eat together since we didn't have lunch together today. If not that's totally fine of course. We could also do it another day… Or – or not at all, if you're not into the idea."

You chuckled, heart beating so loudly, you feared that Pedro could hear it too. Your knees felt shaky and butterflies swirled and flew all around in your stomach, making it almost impossible to form a coherent and relatively intelligent thought in your head.

"Yeah. Yeah, actually, I would love that. I mean – doing it today. I'm good, yeah, it was a tough day, but – but I feel like ending it with you, would be nice." You suddenly raised your hands, eyes springing open. "I mean, ending it with you in a way that we – that we can have dinner."

God you were humiliating yourself. Not only did you speak like someone whose vocabulary consisted of the words 'yeah' and 'I' – the rest was mindless stuttering – but you were also thinking much too extensively about every word leaving your mouth.

"Great. That's… that's great," Pedro said, giving you a geniune and broad smile. "Do you wanna get home first and then I pick you up with my car or I could take you right now and drop you off at the school later. It might be too dangerous to ride your bike alone this late, though."

"That's fine. You can drop me off at my place later and I'll walk to school tomorrow," you assured him, tapping on the saddle of your bike a couple of times, as if saying goodbye.

"Okay, amazing. If I may," Pedro grinned, slightly bowing his head and gesturing to his car.

"What's your favorite food?" he asked on the way to the vehicle, opening the passenger door for you while walking around the car.

"Mhmm I love Thai. But I don't wanna decide for the two of us."

Pedro sank down on the seat, shaking his head and slamming the door shut.

"You had a tough day, so you choose. But I love Thai, anyway."

"Okay then," you sighed, fastening the seat belt and shivering slightly, which Pedro immediately noticed.

Once he had started the car, he turned on the heating with a gentle smile in your direction.

"Thanks. I’m not usually such a wimp about the cold, but ever since that bike ride through the rain, I’ve been freezing nonstop. Honestly, I think I’m scarred for life."

Pedro turned in his seat while driving backwards and then gave you a accusing look after he had left the parking space.

"You're not getting sick, madame. We talked about this."

"I knowwww," you exclaimed, sniffling as if to prove him that you were fine. "I'm not getting sick. I promise you. By the way, do you have any good songs here?" you asked, tapping on a random button on the radio, which made Pedro inhale dramatically.

"You keep your hands to yourself."

You wrinkled your forehead and pursed your lips, driving your hands backward as if you had burned yourself.

"This is holy, you know? This whole space. You know what's in there right now? Purple Rain, an original cassette from 1984. I remember buying this from my birthday money. My parents wouldn't let me see the movie, so they made it up to me by allowing me to buy the cassette."

"Oh wow, you still have cassettes. 1984, so you were… 9 years old? Already a music lover at 9, that's so cool."

You absentmindedly toyed with the buttons of your jacket, at first unaware of Pedro's wry smirk.

"You know my birthday. Or year, I guess."

Your heart dropped, but you quickly collected yourself again.

"Y-Yeah, of course. You told me, you asshole. You're not that special."

"Of course, not," Pedro replied, pretending to be all serious and understanding, but the mischievous sparkle in his eyes hadn't entirely faded.

"Can you… do you know the date too?" he then whispered, briefly darting at you while he drove the car into the city.

"No, I don't," you lied and just hoped that he didn't notice the way you scrunched your nose, just as you always did when you didn't tell the truth.

"I know yours. Just saying."

There they were again, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks and instinctively turned your head, so Pedro wouldn't see how flustered you were.

"You do?" you asked.

"Yeah. Though it might be worth mentioning that you don't shut up about it."

You tilted your head because you knew he was right. You loved your birthday like no other day of the year and always planned it and looked forward to it weeks and sometimes months before.

"By the way… how is your poetry collection going?" you changed the topic. That way you could stay in the illusion that Pedro might know your birthday because he cared. Because he had chosen to remember it.

"Yeah well, you know… I'm working on it, but let's say it had its ups and downs."

"How so?" you softly spoke, shyly glimpsing at his profile. His pretty, perfect profile. The curve of his nose, his jawline, his – "I don't know, some weeks I just don't find the time at all. And then there are days when I sit at my desk and I have a piece of paper and a pen in front of me, but I just can't start writing. There's something in my brain blocking it. And it just drives me crazy because I feel like I should use every free second of my life to write because it's what I'm passionate about, it really is. And then, when my brain just doesn't work and doesn't put anything on that piece of paper, I feel so frustrated and like I just missed an opportunity."

Pedro exhaled like a weight had just dropped off his heart.

"But maybe that's why your brain is blocked. Because you're putting yourself under pressure. Mayb it's all a vicious cycle, and you need to develop a healthier relationship with writing. You know there's a saying in French."

You slightly straightened up in your seat, smiling as Pedro briefly glanced at you.

"Petit à petit, l’oiseau fait son nid. That means 'little by little, the bird makes its nest.' I really like that one. I know I don't have to say it because you're – you're smart and that's something everyone would tell you anyway, but you don't have to finish this collection within a day. Take it slowly and be happy about the progress you make, but don't beat yourself up because you have a bad day and don't feel creative. It's the little steps that count."

He slowly nodded and then grimaced.

"You're right. I know. I just sometimes feel like there aren't even any little steps, you know what I'm saying? Feels like I'm just stuck."

Suddenly, he slowed down the car and then parked it in an empty spot.

"I don't know if you've ever been here, but it's the best Thai restaurante I've ever been to," Pedro claimed and turned the key.

"I've never been here before, but now I'm curious."

He was just about to get out of the car when you pulled at the sleeve of his coat.

"You're not stuck. It's working behind that forehead all the time, I can see that. Sometimes maybe even a little too hard and you lose the overview of the big picture."

Almost two hours later, Pedro and you left the restaurant, bellies and hearts very full.

"That was. Incredible," you admitted as you pulled the zipper of your jacket up.

"I'm glad you liked it. I was nervous and shit, I actually hate being the person that picks the food. It's just too much responsibility."

You laughed out loud, feeling lighter than you had in a long time—like your feet might lift off the pavement at any moment. And that said a lot, considering your belly was so full with the best Thai food you had ever had.

"Aww, there's no reason to be nervous," you giggled and stuffed your hands into your pockets. It had gotten cold outside, so you unconsciously clenched your teeth together and had almost missed his reply.

"Oh there is. With you there is."

Your head turned around, eyes round and heartbeat rustling in your ears.

"What do you mean?"

Pedro slowed down right in front of the car and then inhaled deeply before running a hand through his hair. He was nervous, god he was actually nervous. And was there a chance that it was because of you?

"You're just… You just intimidate me. Not in a bad way, of course, but… you know, I get nervous around you quite a lot these days and I'm just – I just noticed that I really, really like you. And that makes me not wanna mess this up, which makes me feel all anxious and nervous around you. Like literally right now."

Pedro swallowed hard, pupils slightly twitching as he looked down at you. Unpatiently waiting, searching for any sign or reaction.

Inside of you, there was a literal thunderstorm.

The butterflies seemed to have come to the realization that what was happening right now was more than good. They moved and rushed around uncontrollably, so much so that you had to fight the urge to cringe. The blood was throbbing in your veins, knees wobbly like pudding and head swimming. There was no thought at all and a million thoughts at the same time. Either way, the result was the same: You were barely able to find the words to form a sentence.

Clearing your throat would be a good start, you thought, and so you did that.

"I…," you whispered, voice still a little quiet and thin, but there was no one around here to drown your words anyway.

"I like you, too, Pedro. I really do. And I've felt like that for some time now. I'm just… God, I'm just… so glad that you told me. Because all this time, I don't know – I guess I didn't think that you would see me that way too."

Suddenly his face was drawn with sheer joy. Boundless and limitless relief and happiness that was simply contagious.

You chuckled out, body shaking as wave after wave of laughter rolled through your body. Pedro instantly joined and so the two of you were just standing in the middle of the street for a minute, laughing at each other like someone had just told the joke of the century.

Once the two of you were calm again, Pedro ran a hand through his hair. He tended to do that a lot when he was a little anxious, you realized.

"Sorry…," he exhaled, scrunching his nose and then scratching his temple.

"Why? I started it."

"So you like me too?" Pedro asked, lips pursed like he had to supress a wide grin.

"Yeah, I do. I thought I had made that obvious."

"No, I didn't… I didn't realize. Maybe I was just too stuck in my brain and all focused on trying to hide that I liked you that I didn't get the signs."

You nodded, chewing on your lower lip and then gulping.

"Pedro?"

"Yeah?"

Time stopped and you took a step toward him. He looked breathtaking in the dim light of the latern. Eyes soft like a puppy, hair a bit messy, but still gorgeous. And the way his lips curled just a little bit, so that it seemed like he was waiting for you to ask him something very specific.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yeah," he breathed and you closed the distance between the two of you.

A hand cradled his head while your other connected with his shoulder. His lips were featherlight, perfectly moisturised and tender as they slowly moved against yours. He was stealing little kisses from you, gently buildling up soft pressure, but there was still something shy about the way his lips brushed over yours. In the meantime, he had slipped his arms around your upper body and now ran his hands along your spine, pushing you closer against him. You couldn't help yourself and grinned, eyes opening into his.

"Can I tell you something, but you have to swear you won't judge me for it?" Pedro whispered. You had been so lost in his touch that you had to blink a few times in order to remember where you were. For a short amount of time, Pedro and you had been in your own little beautiful world, your surroundings unimportant and blurry, but now you cleared the cloudiness, so you were capable of properly listening to his confession.

"Of course."

"This was Lynette's idea."

Your jaw dropped, forehead wrinkling as you gasped in surprise.

"What?"

Pedro's lips twisted, apologetically grimacing while tightening his grip around your jacket.

"I told her that I liked you. Jesus Christ, I don't know why, but we just kinda had this moment a couple of weeks ago where it was just her and me in the teacher's room and I basically overshared. She brought biscuits, okay? You know I can't resist biscuits. They just set me in this kind of talkative mood, you know? Then we chatted throughout the entire class. I think it was fifth period. She just had this aura, okay? God… I overshared so much about my feelings and – and the way I see you and in the end she bascially told me to do it. To ask you on a date outside of school. And then she did again, today. I sat with her during lunch and she was like 'you're donna do it or I'm gonna do it'."

You couldn't supress a chuckle, softly scraping over his beard stubble.

"I would've loved to see how she would've done it," you quietly muttered and pressed another kiss to his lips.

"So you're not mad?" Pedro wanted to know.

"Why should I?"

"I don't know, it just felt so weird that she made me do it. And maybe I'm just mad at myself, I guess, because I wanted to be brave and couragous enough to do it on my own, you know? Without having anyone encourage me."

You added your second hand now, gently cupping his face and brushing over his temple.

"I'm glad that she told you to do it. And I'm glad that you listened. And having someone encourage you is never bad. You were the one who did it in the end."

Pedro nodded and then grabbed your left hand to press a kiss on the inside of your wrist.

"So… am I gonna get a second date?" he grinned.

You slowly and unwillingly let go of him, realizing that it was late and that you had to get up early the next day. Especially since you had to walk all the way to school.

"You're getting more than a second date, Mr Pascal. You're not getting rid of me so fast now that I found out that we're on the same page here."

"Good," was all that Pedro said, but it was the way he did it, that made your heart skip a beat.

And then you took the remaining steps to the car and even more so than on the way out of the restaurant, you felt like you were dancing, rather than walking through life.

A month later

"You need some help, hon?" Pedro asked, briefly squeezing your hand and then withdrawing like he was about to drop it.

"Don't you dare let go," you hissed and eventually managed to single-handedly put the key in the lock and turn it. "I got it, you see?"

You glanced over your shoulder, giving him a triumphant smirk and then pulled him inside your apartment and through the hallway into the living room.

"Oh wow," Pedro commented, eyes skimming your place until his gaze caught on your piano by the wall.

"You play the piano?" he exclaimed, frowning as his eyes wandered between you and the instrument.

"Oh yeah, I do."

"We've dated for a month now and you didn't think about telling me you play the piano?"

You swung your head to the side, shifting your weight from one foot to the other and then shrugged.

"I don't like to… brag, you know?"

"Oh that's just a lie. You don't like to brag? You, who literally made me go play badminton with you just because you know how good you are at it and how terrible I am? I swear to you, I was this close to crying in the end."

You folded your hands in front of you, all innocently fluttering with your lashes.

"It was fun. You had fun."

"I had fun seeing you happy. If I have to sacrifice my whole dignity and self-respect and – and pride to see you happy, I will do it. It's unfortunate because I will just be a pathetic pile of misery, but I will do it."

You playfully pushed against his chest and threw your head back, laughing.

"Now you're exaggerating. It wasn't that bad."

"Why didn't you tell me about you playing the piano? C'mon, there must be something."

You narrowed your eyes, watching him through slits.

"Oh yeah, detective Pascal? You think there's something?" you whispered, all mysterious and secretive.

"I don't know, I just… I haven't played in a while," you then continued in your normal voice, shrugging and gently brushing over the shiny black surface of the piano. "I loved it when I was a child, but when I was about to move out I really neglected it and I went to a new city and rarely played. I don't know, I guess I became a little self-conscious. I play sometimes now, though. It's my parents' piano, by the way. They said I should have it, so at least someone can make use of it."

"I guess asking you to play me something is unnecessary…?" Pedro whispered, eyes soft and pleading, but you shook your head, laughing out loud.

"Yes. We haven't reached that stage yet, I'm sorry."

"Okay, but you know that I remember, madame. Especially stuff like that."

You let go of the piano, grabbing Pedro's hand instead and then pulled him away from the instrument.

"I know. And it's okay, you're gonna hear something at some point. But I gotta warn you, it's mainly classical music."

He teasingly pursed his lips and then snatched your waist to pull you flush against his chest.

"You really have a bad picture of me, don't you?" he whispered, hot breath brushing over your mouth. As always, he smelled of his aftershave and some woodsy scent. First and foremost, he smelled clean, like fresh rain or someone who had just stepped out of the shower.

"I don't. I just want you to like me."

"You're talking about me liking you? I thought we were past that, honey," Pedro scoffed, hands fisting around the fabric of your coat to pull you impossibly close.

"It's just that I really like you, Pedro. And I want you to like the way I play the piano."

You smiled at each other, your hands cradling his face before resting on his shoulders.

"I would really like to take that fear away from you, but you would have to play for me first."

"I will. But not now… need you now," you murmured, the last words almost swallowed by the way your lips crashed against each other.

A broken gasp left his mouth at the force, but soon you were both so deeply invested in the kiss that neither of you could waste another thought about the piano, let alone speak up about it. You held onto his arms with an urgency, forehead almost touching from the way you devoured his lips and when you slightly withdrew, the two of you were left breathless, stunned even.

"Baby…," Pedro began with a wry grin, but you shut him up with a finger lingering at his lips.

"I want you, Pedro. Do you want me too?" you whispered, voice quiet, yet determined and confident.

"Yes. Of course I do. I thought we'd plan it a little bit more, but… sure," he chuckled, hands travelling up your back to rest on your shoulderblades.

"What do you wanna plan?" you asked back and restlessly stroked along his neck while occasionally stealing a kiss from his lips.

"I don't know," Pedro admitted and then suddenly picked you up by grabbing you under your arms.

"You need to tell me where your bedroom is," he giggled, aimlessly walking the two of you around your living room.

"Into the hallway and then the second door to the right," you instructed, nestling your head against the curve of his neck. He smelled so good. And everything about him was so gentle and soft, your head fitting perfectly against his collarbone. You almost started to pur and then regretted the loss of physical contact when Pedro gently laid you down on your bed.

"Good boy," you grinned because he had effortlessly found your bedroom. Then you got comfortable on your back, chewing on your thumb while watching him take off his coat and sweatshirt. Beneath, he wore a white tanktop that revealed not only his toned arms, but his broad chest. You had seen him topless before after he had taken a shower, but this was something completely different. Your core was already warm and throbbing when your boyfriend approached you, kneeling down on the bed next to you and reaching for your face to rub soothing circles into your skin.

"Do you know that I love your hands?" you whispered in all seriousness and placed your own hands on top of his larger ones.

"Yeah? Is this like a fetish or is it just that my hands are the best?"

"Mhmm I think both."

Pedro tilted his head as if he was thinking about your words before leaning in to kiss you.

"So then you're gonna let me show you what my hands can do? I think they're not just pretty to look at, but they can also do a lot of things."

"Oh yeah? You know, you shouldn't brag so much. This is gonna be the first time, so there's still a chance that I'll hate it."

Pedro pursed his lips, gently biting your chin with a smirk glued to his face.

"Nahh, I'm pretty confident in my abilities."

"I can see that."

With these words, Pedro's hand slowly withdrew. His eyes roamed over your clothed body like he didn't know where to start, eyes flashing with a mischievous sparkle that certainly set the mood for you.

"Can I touch you?" he whispered, lovingly brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"I want you to," you replied and then eagerly hooked your fingers into the neckline of his tanktop, pulling him toward you. Pedro chuckled and shook his head, but followed your gesture, crawling to lay on top of you and propping himself up on his elbows next to your head.

"I want you to fuck me so hard, I won't be able to walk tomorrow," you growled against his lips, but amusement was still written all over your face.

"Now you're putting pressure on me. And for the record, you got stuff to do tomorrow, lady."

"I don't care. I wanna stay in bed with you all day and just forget about everything else."

Pedro gave you a genuine, broad smile and pressed his lips on your temple.

"Okay. But fucking you until you won't be able to walk is not how I imagined this," he muttered, hands teasingly dragging up both sides of your body.

"How did you imagine it then?"

Pedro thoughtfully twisted his lips, pretending to think while brushing over the swell of your breasts.

"Mhmm… Slowly. Gently. Sweetly."

"Sweetly?" you raised your eyebrows and helped him take off your coat by slipping your arms out of the sleeves.

"Yeah. Sweet. Sensual. Just beautiful, you know?"

The next piece of clothing that left your body was your big, knitted jumper that hid most of what was underneath. Hands that were much too slow in your opinion, lifted the heavy fabric and slid it over your head only to carelessly drop it on the carpet next to the bed. Now all you wore, was a bra that definintely already showed much more than your jumper. Yet, there was a crease between Pedro's brow.

"You didn't wear a shirt underneath? Weren't you freezing today? It's so cold outside."

"No, it's alright. I had my coat. And it was so warm in the classrooms."

He gave you a suspicious glance like he didn't fully believe you, but then finally shifted his attention to your body. A large palm grabbed your right boob through the fabric of your bra, carefully moving it in his hand and taking all the time in the world while he kneaded your flesh. Meanwhile, his mouth trailed a line from your collarbone down to your chest, kissing the skin that wasn't covered by your bra and humming to himself at the softness and warmth of you. Within seconds, your hands were in his hair, mussing it up and tugging to show him what you liked best.

There was no way of denying how good he was. He definitely hadn't unfolded the entirety of his skills yet, but the way his hands traced the curve of your breast, applying just the right amount of pressure, was better than what any other man had been able to make you feel. Yes, you wore your pink glasses and yes, you were simply obsessed with Pedro, but what counted was what you were feeling and you were feeling incredible.

His lips were equally slow and dragging, but not in any way boring. He pushed the cup of your bra aside with his face alone, kissing and sucking your skin until removing the garment became inevitable. So he deftly reached around your body, unclasped the hook, and tossed your bra on the floor next to him.

"You're so pretty," Pedro smiled, kissing right on top of your nipple as if to give further proof. "So so beautiful, honey, god…"

"Thank you," you whispered, blushing as your heart pounded in your chest. Yes, you couldn't think of any man who had ever felt you that good.

He had this way about him, complimenting you and giving you exactly what you needed when you needed it. An affectionate stroke over your arm when you craved physical contact, a reassuring whisper in your ear when you were in public and had grown tired of being around so many people or a moment like this, when he saw you naked for the first time and made you feel safe and beautiful from the very first second.

He was still busy with your chest, lips tracing a delicate path between your breasts before drawing circles around the sensitive nub. His pointed tongue peeked out, occasionally connecting with your tender skin to tease you and make you tremble beneath him. You closed your eyes, fully giving yourself to the moment and Pedro's enthralling touch until his voice cut through the air again.

"Can I take these off too?" he asked, hands lingering at the waistband of your jeans.

"Yes. But I'm not shaved… I hope that's okay with you."

Pedro's lips curled, hands gently yanking your jeans down until they were around your knees.

"I couldn't be happier right now, babe."

He blindly cupped your pussy, which was still separated from his touch by your panties, but for now, Pedro rocked his hand against your center, palm pressing up against your clit and his fingers pushing against your hole. You gasped out, eyes blown and head dizzy. He barely had to do anything, it was his mere presence, his aura and cheekiness that had already sent you spiraling before Pedro had even put his hands on your body. And once again, you had to admit that he hadn't exaggerated and he actually knew what to do to make you feel good.

His hand moved slowly and subtly, only briefly brushing over your bundle of nerves with the base of his hands, so it was enough to ignite your lust, but still the right amount of pleasure to keep you on the edge of your seat. It made you crave more, arch off the bed to take more from him, but for now Pedro didn't give in yet. He lazily rolled his hand, making it seem like he didn't know what he was doing, but you knew it was all an act. He was an expert, a natural. And considering the fact that this was his first encounter with your body, you were in awe of his talent.

You didn't have much time to explore this feeling, though because he kept you busy, pressing into your clit and gliding along your slit with two fingers. When he finally decided to let your panties go, your core felt on fire, head high up in the clouds and your mouth helplessly searching for words. You weren't supposed to feel so needy so soon, and you were almost embarrassed by the wetness pooling between your legs. Fortunately, Pedro once again knew just what to say to you.

"Jesus, baby, you're so beautiful and so perfect. You know that I love nothing more than hearing and seeing how much you want me? I don't want you to hide anything okay? I wanna hear you and I want you to be vocal about what you need. What you especially like, what you don't like so much and most importantly, if you want me to stop. This is about feeling good, you know? So giving you what you desire is my priority right now."

You looked him deep in his eyes as you nodded, shivering as his hands came in contact with your hips.

"And there's no need to get shy with me. Absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. You're beautiful and I wouldn't do this if I didn't think so or wouldn't actually want to do this. So chin up, baby, okay? And you talk to me, alright?"

Your smile came straight from the heart, and Pedro seemed to notice.

"Yes. Thank you, babe," you murmured and exhaled loudly.

"No reason to thank me. Yet," he cheekily added before suddenly crawling down your body and leaving wet traces across your belly and hip area. You giggled and reached for his hair again, combing and caressing it this time as if it was a quiet and subtle way to express your gratefulness.

"Is it okay if I use my mouth?" Pedro asked once he had reached your hairy mound, lips connected to you like he simply couldn't let go.

"Yeah. Yes, baby."

He grinned up to you, but then averted his gaze to take in the whole of your pussy. You couldn't deny the light nervousness in your belly, the prickling and tingling that wasn't necessary uncomfortable, but still notable. But then Pedro suddenly dived between your legs and every thought fell off like petals scuttering in a sudden wind. You gasped, almost choking on your own breath before worriedly moving your hands away from his head in fear that you had tugged too hard. Pedro unwillingly grunted against your pussy, darting up at you to let you know that he didn't mind the sting on his scalp, so you cautiously grabbed his locks again while he devoured your cunt.

His lips sucked on your clit, hard, but not rushed. Fingers parted your pussy lips and trailed along your cunt to spread your wetness that was leaking from your entrace. Everything was a bit messy, but definitely not too fast for your liking. He gave you enough, so you wouldn't feel frustrated, but still kept it interesting.

"Oh baby, you taste so fucking good, jesus…," he suddenly growled, voice raspy and hoarse like his body and voice were changed by his arousal and perhaps it was actually the case. His eyes seemed darkened and you could find a yet unknown intensity in his pupils.

"Please, Pedro… Right there. Just like that," you remembered his request and buried your fingers in his scalp when his tongue danced over the underside of your clit.

"That's the spot, mhm?" he whispered with a voice so low and breathy, your heart skipped a beat.

This was hot. Everything had started out with a playfulness that came natural to Pedro and you but now… now you couldn't even form a coherent thought in your brain and as much as you enjoyed it, it also scared you. You had never felt so taken care of and aroused by an action performed by a man, so you feared for your reactions to him.

"Yeah, that's… that's it, fuck. Please, don't stop, just don't stop, baby," you whimpered in panic, legs trembling and toes unnaturally curling.

"I'm not gonna stop, don't worry. I'm gonna give you just what you need. There?" he asked as his teeth lightly grazed over your clit, the rough flat of his tongue still rubbing over the underside.

"Yes," you howled, holding on to him like he was the only thing grounding you and anchoring you to earth. His touch was so magical, so heavenly that you feared to ascend if you let go for the briefest moment. And this was so good, you certainly didn't want to risk leaving him right now.

"It's okay, I got you," Pedro breathed, soothingly caressing your hip with his left hand while his right hovered between your legs. He testingly slid over your folds, fingertips wet with your juices and then tapped against your entrance as if to ask for permission. The only response he received was pressure against his head, urging him to move close and fortunately, Pedro understood correctly and began working his two digits inside you. Again, slowly and placidly, although you certainly didn't need the preparation.

"Yeah, that's it," Pedro murmurated, keeping his mouth flush against your clit as he pushed inside of you. Your velvetry walls were gladly welcoming him, sucking him in and hugging him tightly, but with no sign of cramping. You wanted and needed him inside of you and your body told that very same story. Pedro curled his fingers once he was knuckles-deep inside, making circulate movements to brush against your spongy, sensitive walls. He was still slow, but now slightly increased the intensity, pleasuring your most hidden spot with a precision that took your breath away.

A tingling warmth was building up in your stomach, hips relentlessly arching and shifting to not only close the last remaining distance between his face and your pussy, but to release the pressure in your belly and thighs. Your muscles were already contradicting, blood heavily pulsing in your veins. At this point, you didn't know what you were saying – mindless stuttering slipping past your lips so quickly, you weren't able to catch the words before they had already reached Pedro's ears. But fortunately, they only seemed to confirm for him that you liked what he was doing.

He slightly picked up the speed, tongue circling your clit and fingers stimulating your insides by softly tapping against your sticky walls. Your eyes were pinched shut, blood rushing in your ears and a thin layer of sweat coating your brow. Your hands traveled between Pedro's head and the bed, gripping his hair and the bedsheets in turns until your breath hitched in your throat.

"Pedro - Pedro, I'm gonna cum," you managed to choke out, knees buckling and hips lifting off the bed as the tension in your stomach suddenly released and you saw white. Your orgasm unfolded, starting from your belly, but reaching every single hair of your body. Thick, hot pleasure coiled in your stomach, knocking all the air out of your lungs until you were left with nothing to do, but gasp for air and hold on to Pedro, who lovingly cradled your through your high. He traced random patterns over your hipbone to soothe you, and slowly pumped his fingers into you while slurping up all your juices.

"There you go, baby, doing so amazing… Just breathe, deep breaths, just like that."

"Fuck…," you exhaled, messing up his hair and lazily opening your eyes to glance down at him.

Your pussy clenched around his digits at the sight, a strand of his brown locks hanging in his handsome face and his eyes so captivatingly dark. You couldn't avert your gaze from him even when your lids became heavy and therefore you just stared down at him for a while as Pedro was still busy licking your cunt clean. Only when he focused on your overstimulated clit again did you jerk away in order to evade the intense stimulation.

"Not good now?" Pedro grinned, affectionately running his thumb through your folds.

"No," you breathed and then rejoiced when he crawled up your body again, immediately giving your lips some attention.

"That was so good, Pedro," you muttered against his mouth, feeling flustered as you could taste yourself on his lips.

"Good," he wryly smirked. "Did I promise too much?"

"Mhmm I don't know yet. Depends on how you're gonna perform now."

You suddenly reached down to the tent that loomed under his pants, feeling his hard length and then palming him through the fabric. Pedro exhaled through his teeth and you bit down on your lower lip at the way his lashes twitched.

"Oh jesus, babe. God… I need to feel you. Can I? Need to be inside that pussy."

You didn't say anything, but your actions were answer enough. With skillful precision, you blindly reached for your nightstand, opened the top drawer and grabbed a condom. Then you dangled it in front of his face, the corner of your mouth impishly lifting as you unbuckled his belt.

"Yes. I've dreamed about this so long, Pedro," you murmured. He thankfully helped you yank down his jeans and boxers, and then wrapped a hand around his girth once his dick slapped against his lower belly. Your mouth dried up, heartbeat thumping in your ear and in fact in every part of your body.

He was large and beautiful. Probably, no certainly the most gorgeous dick you had ever seen in your life. The hair at his base was trimmed, making him look well-groomed. He was long with a slight curve to the left and looked so soft and sleek, you couldn't wait to feel him in your hand.

Seeing you in awe of his manhood, Pedro grinned and let go of his dick so you could stroke him a few times. He twitched needily in your grasp, precum leaking from the tip, which you lasciviously smeared all over his shaft.

"It's so pretty," you said, still stunned. You were practially drooling for him, swallowing hard every few seconds to moisten your throat.

"I'm glad you like it, baby."

Pedro gently rested his hand on top of yours, took the condom from you, opened it, and moved your hand aside so he could pull it on. Then he palmed himself a couple of times, using his own spit and painfully slowly dragged the tip through your folds.

"I want it. I wanna feel you, Pedro. Want every inch of you. I wanna feel you everywhere."

You almost sounded pathetic, you found, but couldn't gather the strength to do anything about it right now. You seriously needed him and couldn't handle his teasing. Pedro saw the panic in your eyes and seemed to briefly think about pushing you a bit further, but then chose differently. He placed a hand on your waist, aligning himself with your entrance before locking eyes with you.

"Please look at me. I wanna see your eyes, okay?"

You gave him a smile and then grabbed his face to ground yourself from the haunting tension in your thighs while Pedro slowly entered you. He certainly could have done it in one thrust – you were drenched, fully relaxed and your pussy seemed to urge him to work himself inside you by opening up wide for him – but Pedro took his time.

He rubbed your swollen clit in circles while disappearing inch by inch inside you. At first you flinched, nerves prickling and tingling where he touched you, but soon you were able to appreciate the stimulation on your little nub again and stayed still until he was all the way inside you.

"All good, baby?" Pedro asked softly, reaching for your face and brushing over your cheek with his knuckles.

"Yeah. Yeah, s'good," you replied, testingly moving your hips, which made him groan.

"Fuck, honey. You feel so… so perfect, god… You're the best."

You breathed steadily through your nose, every vein of his shaft so prominent against your walls and the sensation of it all so intriguing that you needed leverage, which you found in his shoulders.

"Pedro, fuck me, please," you whimpered, your hips rolling to meet his careful thrusts.

"Yeah?" he grunted, sweat dripping down his forehead already.

"Yes, please."

He didn't need any further instructions and began delivering quick and forceful thrusts into your pussy, just the way you needed it. You were stretched for him, body soon fully adjusted to his size, which almost made you regret the loss of the thrilling, light sting that he had caused in the beginning. Yet, you cried out at the way he pushed into you, his dick slamming deep inside you where your fingers could never reach. Along with the sloppy circles of his finger on your clit, your body soon trembled beneath him, nerves already pulsing with the urge to release.

"Pedro," you whispered, but didn't exactly know why. You just wanted to feel him, wanted him to talk to you, so you were always reminded that he was here.

"Yes," he replied, intensifying the pressure of his finger against your clit and tightening his hold around your face.

"I know, baby and I'm right here. I wanna make you feel so good... You're gonna give me a second orgasm?"

"Yeah… Yeah, I wanna…," you started, pupils dilated as you stared up at him.

"Yeah, you wanna cum?" Pedro murmured, meeting your gaze and brushing your sweaty hair out of your face.

"Yes. But I want you to cum with me," you requested and clenched around him just to cause him to moan so sweetly.

"I know, babe, I know. I'm close. I'm fucking close. You wanna do this together?" he exhaustingly, yet crookedly grinned as he softly pinched your clit.

"Fuck," you cried out, legs draping around his hips and heels digging into his butt.

"It's alright, I got you. You can cum whenever you want to, I'll catch you. I got you, babe."

You whined, head thrown back, which was such a delightful and appealing sight, Pedro just had to attack your neck with kisses.

"C'mon, baby. Cum for me. You look so beautiful when you cum, lemme see it again."

Perhapse these were the words that pushed you over the edge because seconds after they had left Pedro's mouth, you broke down the second time tonight. The high unfurled slower this time and you felt like you could taste the pleasure on your tongue long after.

"Oh god…," you whined, gasping for air as Pedro also released in that very moment.

"Fuck, baby. Oh my god," he groaned, squeezing your breast with one hand while he other lingered at your neck.

You shuttered against him, tears swimming on your waterline, but not from pain or discomfort, but because you felt so overwhelmed, so good and safe being so close to Pedro. Maybe this was the last proof you had needed, the last reassurance that this bond between the two of you was special. You got to share this intimate and vulnerable moment with him, completely opening up to him and letting him see you in your most delicate state. And he did not only take care of you and create a safe space for you in that moment, he also wasn't shy to show his own fragility. He let you take part of this moment without hiding anything. You gave him all your love, warmth and softness while he did the same in return. While he let you in.

"Baby," you whispered, almost clinging to him as your hands clutched his bicep.

"Yes," he just said, burying his face in your neck to cover you with kisses.

"That was amazing," you smiled, fingers combing through the baby hair in his neck.

"Yeah. I thought so too."

Suddenly he withdrew, eyes soft and warm as he looked down at you.

"You're good? You feel nice and comfortable?"

As a response, you slipped your arms around his neck, pushing him down again until your lips almost touched.

"Yes. Very nice and very comfortable. But I would feel even nicer if we could stay like this until tomorrow."

You yawned and pouted at the regretful look on Pedro's face.

"I'm sorry, but I need to take this condom off. And we gotta clean you up soon."

"Noooo," you pretended to sob and nestled your face against his chest.

"5 minutes," you then demanded, angrily snarling as Pedro suddenly pulled out of you.

"Sorry, honey," Pedro said as he kissed your cheek and then stayed still on top of you.

"5 minutes," you insisted again, securing your grip around him to show him that you were serious.

"Okay. 5 minutes. And then we'll get you cleaned up, we take a shower together and I'll cook the two of us something."

"You wanna cook?" you asked, your eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Okay, we'll cook. But I can make a nice omelette, you know that."

You scoffed, biting down on your bottom lip, but then nodded.

"D'accord?" Pedro asked, kissing a line down your front until he had reached your chin.

"D'accord, mon cher."

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sparklestormandsoda · 8 days ago

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Hi! I would like to make a request:

Polytrix x Fem demigod reader, Daughter of Apollo specifically

The reader is a foreign pop star who comes to Korea from time to time for work (promotions, being a guest star, etc.) And has had a decent amount of interactions with Huntrix themselves. (Mostly colleagues or well oblivious!reader thinks that but Huntrix thinks more)

Then, because of an accidental encounter through a mythological beast (not a demon) and the reader defeats it naturally and then Huntrix just so happens to see them but reader being the amazing person they are, attempts to gaslight them (it's not working but Huntrix pretends it works on them because Reader is cute)

(Note: Reader could also possibly be an actress :3 but yeah, this is an idea/request pretty please)

As a beloved foreign pop star, Reader only visits Korea a few times a year—album press, variety show cameos, music show stages. She's always bright, golden, a little oblivious, and always coincidentally bumping into Huntrix during events.

To Reader, they're just friendly K-pop girls with great eyeliner.

To Huntrix? She’s the sun incarnate—literally. And now they know why.

Because nothing says “casual coworker” like slicing a Chimera’s head off behind the SBS building.

The alley behind the SBS building still stinks of smoke and scorched fur.

The Chimera had come out of nowhere—snarling, feral, three heads too many—and now all that’s left is a long, charred smear across the concrete. Half of a claw. A faint, lingering hiss.

And standing right in the middle of it all, blinking beneath the late afternoon sun?

Reader.

Wearing an oversized hoodie, torn fishnets, and stage boots that probably cost more than most cars. There’s ichor on her cheek, a small tear in the knee of her tights, and her fingers are still faintly glowing from the inside out.

She’s trying to hide them in her sleeves.

It’s not working.

Not when Huntrix turns the corner.

Three pairs of eyes lock on her—Rumi’s sharp and unreadable, Zoey’s wide with something between awe and disbelief, and Mira’s already whispering “what the actual f—” before she can stop herself.

“Oh my God,” Reader says brightly, like she didn’t just blast a mythological beast into pieces with a solar beam. “Heyyyy!”

They don’t speak.

Just look.

Their gazes flick between the smoldering mess of bones and soot on the ground, the way the air still crackles faintly around her, and the soft golden shimmer that refuses to fade from her skin.

Reader adjusts her hoodie like that’ll make any of it disappear. She laughs, breathless and awkward. “So, funny story!”

Zoey crosses her arms. “Oh, I bet.”

“That wasn’t what it looked like,” Reader says instantly.

“What did it look like to you?” Mira says, deadpan.

Reader squints. Thinks. Licks her glossed lips. “Performance art.”

Rumi just blinks at her. “Performance art?”

“Yeah! You know—raw, visceral, Greek-tragedy-inspired stuff. I’ve been working with this indie director from LA. She’s super conceptual. That whole thing?” She gestures behind her, where something that was once a lion-goat-snake hybrid is still melting into the concrete. “It was like… an allegory.”

“For what?” Zoey asks, barely containing her grin.

Reader’s voice drops dramatically. “The duality of the music industry.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Mira snorts.

“No, seriously!” Reader says, hands flailing. “The Chimera represented, um… the inner beast. Fame. Expectations. And I—” She smiles sheepishly, bouncing once on her heels. “I was confronting it. With, uh… pyrotechnics.”

Another beat.

She throws in a jazz hand.

Huntrix does not move.

Finally, Rumi clears her throat. Her voice is perfectly even. “Right. So… all of that was planned.”

Reader nods quickly. “Yep!”

Mira squints. “Even the part where it tried to eat a delivery guy?”

“Method acting!”

Zoey raises a brow. “And when you lit it on fire with your bare hand?”

“Special effects glove! Just… invisible. Also… solar-powered.”

Rumi tilts her head. “Invisible.”

Reader beams. “It’s very cutting-edge.”

A long, very heavy pause.

The girls just stare at her.

She stares back—smiling. Innocent. Glowing. (Literally.)

Then finally, Rumi takes a slow step forward. “You’re very convincing.”

“Thank you!” Reader says, proud.

Zoey bites her lip, fighting a laugh. “Honestly, I’m blown away.”

“I practice a lot!” Reader chirps, hands behind her back, trying to hide the lingering glow still tracing her knuckles.

Mira leans toward the others, stage-whispering: “She thinks we bought it.”

“We are buying it,” Zoey whispers back. “Have you seen her?”

Rumi hums. “So,” she says, stepping closer, voice low and sweet. “You’re telling us a literal monster showed up in broad daylight, and you just… handled it.”

“Pffft—what? No! I mean yes! But like—not a monster monster,” Reader says, laughing nervously. “Just a really ugly prop. CGI’s gonna fix everything. Trust me.”

There’s smoke rising behind her.

Actual smoke.

Rumi’s eyes flicker to the edge of her jaw, where sunlight is still shimmering faintly through her skin like stained glass.

But she says nothing.

Because Reader looks so happy.

So earnest.

She’s trying so hard to lie.

And god, she’s cute when she lies.

“Well,” Zoey finally says, taking a step back and brushing off her skirt. “Guess we’ll see it in your next comeback trailer.”

“Oh,” Reader says quickly. “You definitely won’t. It’s, um… limited release. Experimental circuit.”

Mira nods seriously. “So exclusive that it’s only available to people who almost got eaten.”

“Exactly,” Reader says, so relieved they’re letting her get away with it that she nearly forgets to say goodbye.

“Oh my god—rehearsal!” she yelps, looking at her phone. “I’m gonna be late. I’ll see you guys at Inkigayo?”

Zoey smirks. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Rumi’s eyes don’t leave her. “Be safe.”

Reader smiles again—so wide, so bright it physically hurts—and jogs down the alley, hoodie swishing, golden light still trailing faintly behind her like she can’t quite turn it off.

As soon as she rounds the corner—

Mira exhales like she’s been holding her breath for three minutes straight.

Zoey doubles over with a grin. “She really thinks we didn’t notice?!”

Rumi’s still staring after her, heart pounding. “She vaporized a Chimera.”

“With her hands,” Mira adds.

Zoey groans. “And then lied to our faces like she was explaining a dance concept.”

“…I want her so bad,” Mira mutters.

“We all do,” Zoey sighs.

Rumi just smiles faintly, finally turning away. “Let her pretend.”

They walk off together.

And behind them, the scorch marks on the pavement are still glowing faintly gold.

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fish-crow-star-snowman · 11 months ago

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LaDS Zayne Imagine

Zayne x reader/mc

angst, fluff, pregnancy and labor

You had gone into labor before you knew it. Everything was planned and carefully organized for the big day that your little one would arrive.

No one is ever really READY though. Your excitement and nervousness was getting the best of you. While Zayne whom was often on the other side of that spectrum, calm and collected as ever, was quite the nervous wreck himself.

He'd been at work all day, not too busy. Regardless, he hated leaving you at home. Prayed in hopes that he would conveniently be home by the time you went in labor. His heart dropped receiving a call from the obstetrician gynecology department of the hospital.

"Dr.Zayne, your wife is in labor."

Throughout the months of the pregnancy, there were several talks with your obgyn about this being possibly high-risk. Every possible scenario surged through Zayne's head. During the whole experience, you often were met with doctor Zayne rather than what you needed the most, your partner.

The second the call hung up, he was quick to run to your side. He'd already given notice to his colleagues prior to your arrival just in case. He was almost always prepared. Almost.

His eyes gleamed upon seeing your already exhausted but seemingly relieved look. While he's obviously glad to see you're okay, his attention turns to the doctor, another colleague.

"How is she doing, Dr.Turner?"

"Oh Dr.Zayne, it's been a while! How have you been holding up?"

Silence sweeps the room for what felt like an eternity. Zayne clearly was not in the mood for a reunion. The doctor opting to answer his question instead.

"She is one centimeter dilated. No imposing risks so far. It's been smooth sailing. However she's not progressing nearly as fast as we would like.

"How long has she been here?"

"3 hours, sir."

"Why wasn't I called earlier.."

His tone deepens, irritation seeping from his obviously overworked body. The doctor stayed quiet, knowing the words 'too busy' wouldn't have been a good enough answer.

"My love, I tried calling you first but you didn't pick up. I remembered you had a 6 hour surgery this morning. I chose to call an ambulance instead. I'm sorry."

Guilt stung his chest. Of all hours of the day, why. He walked to your side and took your hands in his, pressing your fingertips to his lips and whispered.

"You always come first. No matter what."

His words were meaningful and for a moment you had the man you had been longing to have for months. It was short-lived however.

Like the doctor predicted, it was an unusually long process. You didn't dilate your second centimeter until 6 hours after your partner's arrival at your room. It's been about 30 hours of nonstop cycles of contractions. Unbeknownst to him, Zayne hasn't been making things easier.

Both of you were completely worn out, haven't ate or slept. Zayne's surgeon mode was still on and you were about to combust. Talks with the doctors about your condition like you weren't in the room, like you were just another one of his patients. Looking over your chart and giving demands to the nurses as if he were still working.

You knew he was trying his best to keep his composure for you. Making sure you were in the best health at all times and he was doing an amazing job. It didn't change the fact it was making you feel a little alone in this. What you needed was his hands on yours, telling you that you were going to be okay. That you can do this. A kiss to your forehead every now and again for reassurance maybe?

Nine centimeters. Finally. You were close to the end and soon you'd be holding the proof of yours and Zayne's love. At least it's what it should have been but you were at your breaking point. Zayne had his back towards you still keeping up conversations with nurses.

"Zayne!"

He tensed hearing your strained shout. He turned to look at you with that oh so familiar concerned gaze. Everything was quiet once again. All that was heard was the sound of the monitors beeping. It was your turn to feel guilty.

You closed your eyes briefly and sucked in a deep breath before holding out your hands for him to take. Understanding your gesture, he walks to your bedside crouching slightly to your eye level.

You fought hard to keep the tears from spilling out of your water line. You spoke in the softest tone possible, in hopes to forget how you just yelled at him.

"You are an amazing doctor and I couldn't ask for a better one these past few months." You paused for a moment, letting a tear shed your cheek and huffing another breath. "But I would like to have my husband for this.. please.."

His eyes widened at the implication of your words and letting out a soft gasp of realization.

He stands up finally relieving himself of his white coat he had been wearing since yesterday and removed his glasses to set on your bedside table. It showed how disheveled he was underneath. Hair was a mess, tie crooked from his constant fidgeting and tugging, and two buttons at the top of his shirt undone.

Zayne motions you to scoot down your bed a little, sitting behind you to cradle you with his strong legs on both sides of your body. His fingers traced the back of your arms before resting them on your shoulder and giving them a tight squeeze. Small kisses made their way from your shoulder to your neck.

Your body reacted immediately, letting loose the tension you didn't know you even had.

"I'm sorry." Zayne's voice a little shaky but gentle and clear nonetheless. "I'm sorry I've left you alone in this. It was never my intention. I love you so much." He repeats those same two words over and over.

While you can feel your gown dampen from his own tears, you can't help but smile. This. This is what you needed to relax. Before you could open your mouth to respond, the obgyn breaks the moment.

"Alright, ten centimeters dilated. Are you ready to start pushing?"

Zayne drops his hands to your side, signaling for you to take them into your own as support. Placing more kisses to the top of your head, he whispers reassurances. 'You've got this' 'You can do it' 'You're so strong'.

You have a tight grip on his wrist threatening to break his arm, but he didn't seem to care. If he could take all your pain, he would. Dilation was a tiring process, everything after seemed to flow rather quickly. The head, then shoulders, and finally legs.

Within seconds of the doctors clearing your baby's nasal passage, you and Zayne hear that oh so beautiful sound you had been waiting for. Before moving on any further, the baby was placed on your now naked chest. You admired every inch of your baby, in awe. Thick black hair sat on top of their small head. Eyes glowing hues of orange and green.

You have a Zayne mini me. Speaking of which, distracted by your own emotions, you forgot to see how your husband was hanging on. And it definitely wasn't like you expected, he wasn't saying anything but he didn't have to. His expression said enough. Your baby already had him wrapped around their finger.

His hand came to rest upon yours that was cradling the back of the baby's head. "Thank you for this new chapter in life you've given me, my jasmine."

"Congratulations Mr and Mrs. Li, it's a—"

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ferrarifudds · 7 months ago

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Hiii! Could u write abt Oscar getting a crush on a girl that works at hospitality and he’s terrible at hiding it ? Thankssss

The Two of Us. ✷ Oscar Piastri

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Employee!reader

Summary: When he has a massive crush and never knows how to act when he’s around you.

Word Count: 2.1k

Disclaimer/s: Fluffff!!! AWKWARD!oscar…. teehee andddd reader works in f1 hospitality and all that jazz :3

Vera’s Voice! LOVEDDD this request thank u for submitting!!!!. personally my fave so far :’) hope u enjoy :3 SMIRK.

Oscar was terrible at hiding things.

He always had been, actually. Whether it was his nerves before a race, his tendency to overthink every decision, or, as it turned out, the fact that he had developed a massive crush on you.

You worked in F1 hospitality, handling the teams needs, making sure everything ran smoothly, always with a smile on your face.

Oscar often saw you rushing around during race weeks, organizing drinks, coordinating with the chefs, and generally keeping things running in perfect order.

He admired your ability to juggle it all while making it look effortless. But over time, his admiration had morphed into something far more complicated — something he couldn’t ignore.

And the worst part?

He was absolutely terrible at hiding it.

Oscar knew he was being obvious. He could feel his heart race every time you passed by. His palms would sweat, his words would get jumbled, and his eyes would follow you across the paddock like he was under some kind of spell.

He had tried to play it cool, to not let his feelings show, but every time you smiled at him or greeted him, it was like everything he had worked so hard for in his career flew out the window.

And today was no different.

It was an unusually quiet morning preparing for the upcoming practice sessions. The hospitality area was quiet, and Oscar, ever the over-thinker, had found his way to the coffee station.

His fingers drummed against the counter, eyes flicking from one side to the other, waiting for the perfect opportunity to speak to you.

He realized you were standing nearby, organizing some supplies, until you spoke up.

“Goodmorning, Oscar! Need a coffee?” You greeted and asked with a friendly smile, making him jump slightly.

He looked up, caught in the act of staring at you. “Uh—hi, Goodmorning.” He cleared his throat and smiled softly. “And y—yes, that’d be great,” His words stammered, trying to hide the fact that he’d been watching you.

You didn’t seem to notice. You were too focused on pulling the right kind of coffee for him, as always, completely unaware of the effect you had on him.

He couldn’t help but watch you work, amazed at how effortlessly you navigated the space, chatting with a few colleagues while still managing to prepare everything just the way everyone liked it.

Oscar, on the other hand, felt like he couldn’t even hold a conversation with you without tripping over his words.

He cleared his throat and smiled awkwardly when you handed him his coffee.

“Thank you,” He smiled, taking it from your hands with a bit too much eagerness. The warmth from the cup didn’t do much to calm the fluttering in his chest.

“No problem,” You said casually, but there was something in the way you glanced at him, as if you were trying to figure him out.

“Mm..” You hummed softly, analyzing him with narrowed eyes and a teasing demeanor but you were still clueless about the way he felt. You were just messing around. “You alright?“

Oscar froze, his heart skipping a beat. Did he really look that obvious? He immediately thought of the worst possible scenario — that everyone could tell how much he was crushing on you.

He forced a smile, trying to brush it off.

“Oh, yeah! Just tired. Got a long day ahead,” He said quickly, hoping to sound nonchalant. “You know how it is.”

You smiled again, that kind smile that made his stomach twist in a good way. “I hear you. Race weekends are always busy. You should take it easy when you can.”

Oscar nodded, but his eyes couldn’t stop flicking back to you. He knew he was being so obvious, but he didn’t know how to stop it. It was like there was some magnetic pull between you, and he was powerless to resist.

“You’re, uh... really good at what you do,” He said, immediately regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth. His face heated up in embarrassment, and he fumbled with his coffee cup, trying to look like he wasn’t just blabbering on.

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden compliment. “Oh, Thanks!” A soft and flattered giggle escaped your lips, clearly a little surprised. “I’m just doing my job.”

Oscar winced internally.

Why did he always sound so weird when he talked to you?

Before he could say anything else to dig himself into a deeper hole, a couple of other team members walked into the area, greeting you with familiar waves.

Oscar took the opportunity to retreat back to the McLaren garage, hoping he hadn’t completely embarrassed himself.

Later on, going into the early afternoon, the Aussie was casually lounging with his dearest teammate, taking a break from the madness of the day.

Lando, ever the curious one, knew about his Oscar’s little crush and had been sure to watch his reactions every race weekend.

The way he would suddenly stiffen up whenever you walked into the room, the way his eyes would lock onto you from across the paddock — it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

Oscar, as usual, was trying to act casual. He was sipping on his water, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his eyes kept flicking over to where you were standing, talking with some of the hospitality crew.

You were laughing at something someone had said, completely unaware that Oscar’s heart was about to leap out of his chest.

Lando, noticing this for the hundredth time, raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair with a knowing smirk. “So... how long are you gonna keep doing this?”

Oscar’s head snapped to him, his face flushing immediately. “What?”

Lando let out an exaggerated sigh and leaned forward, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He chuckled. “Mate, you’ve got it bad.”

Oscar groaned and buried his face in his hands. “I don’t have it bad,” He scoffed. “I’m just... I don’t know. It’s not like I can just walk up and ask her out.”

Lando snorted. “Are you twelve? What’s the worst that could happen?”

Oscar shot him a look. “Say no.. And then it’d be... weird?”

“Well, yeah, that’s possible,” Lando admitted. “But, seriously. What’s there to be afraid of? You’re a top performance athlete and you’re afraid of rejection?”

Oscar groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “This is completely different. This is personal.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, his grin widening before he snorted, clearly amused. “You’re making this way more complicated than it needs to be. If you ask her out and she says no, it’s not the end of the world. But if you don’t try, you’ll never know. You can’t just keep staring at her from across the room forever.” He paused.

“And that’s just creepy.”

Oscar winced at the thought. “I’m not a stalker.”

“I’m just saying,” Lando shrugged. “You’ve got to at least try.“

Oscar’s face flushed, his nerves getting the best of him as he glanced over at you again, laughing with the hospitality team. He couldn’t help but feel the pull of wanting to ask, but his anxiety still held him back.

“I don’t know...” Oscar muttered, taking a deep breath. “What if she thinks I’m … I don’t know.. weird..”

Lando leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “You’re weird regardless.” He rolled his eyes.

“Ha. Thanks.” The Aussie sarcastically quipped.

“Just go for it, mate. Trust me, it’ll feel a lot better than holding onto it.”

Oscar’s eyes darted back to you again. Lando was right, wasn’t he? His whole body was practically buzzing with anticipation.

Lando was basically daring him to take the plunge. He had to admit, there was a part of him that was tired of waiting.

“Okay,” Oscar said, his voice low but determined.

Lando’s grin widened, satisfied. “That’s what I like to hear. Go and make your move, mate.”

Later, the evening eventually arrived, and the paddock slowly filled up with people winding down after a long day. Oscar found himself aimlessly wandering, still unsure how to make his move.

It was now or never.

He couldn’t just keep pining over you in silence.

As he walked past the team lounge, he saw you again, standing by the refreshments table, chatting with a couple of other crew members.

He stopped in his tracks, his palms suddenly sweating. He had promised himself he’d do it tonight, but the closer he got, the more his courage wavered.

You looked over and saw him standing there, looking like he was about to hyperventilate, so you waved him over after your colleagues parted their ways.

“Evening, Oscar!” You smiled as he approached your beverage cart. “Need anything?”

He blinked, panicking. This was it. He had to do it now.

“Hi,” He stammered, stepping closer. “Um. Can I... can we actually talk for a minute?”

You gave him a puzzled but polite smile. “Uh.. Yeah sure, what’s up?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but for some reason, the words just wouldn’t come. He felt like he was about to melt into a puddle of awkwardness right in front of you.

He cleared his throat.

Just ask her, Oscar. Come on.

“I’ve been thinking,” He began, his voice coming out much higher than he intended. “And I just—well, I thought it’d be nice if you and I went out sometime.” He briefly paused.

“You know, like, for dinner. Just the two of us.”

You blinked at him, tilting your head as you processed his words.

He could tell you were trying to figure out if he was joking.

And honestly?

He wasn’t sure either.

But he had already said it, and now there was no turning back.

Your smile softened, but there was a hint of confusion in your eyes. “You mean, like a date?”

Oscar's heart was pounding in his chest. His throat felt dry, and all he could do was nod awkwardly.

“Yeah, um... yeah. Like a date,” He mumbled, wishing the floor would just swallow him whole.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now. But, I’m... I’m not great at this stuff.”

There was a long pause.

Oscar's palms were sweating, and he was sure his face was bright red. He was pretty sure he could hear his heartbeat in his ears, and he could’ve sworn he was going to faint right then and there.

You blinked a few times, and then your lips curled into a slow, surprised smile.

And then, you giggled.

Oscar’s eyes widened. It wasn’t the teasing laugh he’d feared. No, it was sweet. It was genuine. The kind of laugh that made his heart race even more.

“You’re asking me out?” You asked with a quiet, sweet laugh, clearly taken aback.

“Y-yeah, I... I know this is probably a little awkward,” He admitted, feeling himself sink deeper into the ground. “But, I do like you. A lot.”

You blinked at him, and then your cheeks flushed as you took a step back. “Oh my God, Oscar,” You whispered softly, still giggling. “I had no idea! I thought you were just being... well, you know, your usual kind self.”

Oscar’s heart nearly stopped. “Wait, you... you didn’t realize?”

“No,” You said with a laugh, almost shy now. “I had no clue.”

Oscar let out a nervous laugh of his own, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I guess I’m not as smooth as I thought.”

You smiled warmly. “I am just a bit oblivious…” And there was a soft gleam in your eyes as you met his gaze. “But! This is... really sweet. I didn’t expect this. I think it sounds great.”

Oscar’s heart did a somersault. “So... you’d... go out with me?”

You laughed again, the sound sending a wave of warmth through him. “Of course I would. It sounds like it’ll be fun.”

His grin widened, and before he could even process it, he found himself letting out a small, relieved laugh. “Alright, then. I can text you and we can figure it out.”

You smiled back at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Looking forward to it.”

Oscar stood there for a moment, utterly dazed.

He had done it.

He had actually done it.

And you’d said yes.

It was the best feeling in the world.

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