#sighs. we are working through it but we react to things and each other in COMPLETELY opposite ways because of how we were raised
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andoutofharm · 1 year ago
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living with a roommate really is just realizing we were raised in very different ways that fucked us up equally but in opposite ways huh
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missdynamighttt · 6 months ago
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watching porn with bf! katsuki bakugo will somehow turn into a bet to see who will give in first.
when you ask him if you could watch porn together, how could he say no to you, his girl? more so when you basically riled him up to convince him.
"bub, can we watch porn together?" you look at him, your legs resting in his lap as the both of you lounged on the couch.
katsuki's eyes widen at your directness, his jaw slightly dropping at your question. he scoffs out of disbelief, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
"you're real damn blunt, pervert," he grins at your pout, stroking your thighs with firm, gentle squeezes.
"i'm not doing it for weird reasons! just.." you shrugged. "curious to see what happens, i guess? i dunno how to explain.."
he sighs, shaking his head. his hand reaches out to ruffle your hair with a grin. "you're lucky you're adorable. fuck it, why not?"
you grin, leaning closer to him, giving his cheek a kiss. "knew you'd come around. come to think of it, i bet you will jerk off to it first."
his eyes narrow at you and he scoffs. "that confident, huh?"
"with how hot you think i am and all? totally."
"like you don't think i'm hot too. wanna bet, sweets?"
"definitely. ground rules: don't touch yourself. and no touching each other. and i mean holding hands, hugs, and kisses. not just feeling each other up."
"tch, fine," katsuki scoffs. "no looking away to calm down. only when we talk. winner gets braggin' rights and loser lives with the eternal knowledge that the winner is better."
"fine," you scoff back. "you're gonna give in first, 'nyway. since you can’t go a single morning without pulling me into bed again."
katsuki's eyes narrow at you again, this time pouting at you with his cheeks flushed. "says the brat clingier than a damn koala after sex."
"oh, you're so on."
but little did you know, this would be harder than you thought.
you've set up your laptop on the coffee table across the couch, scrolling through the mediocre home page porn in incognito as you sit next to your boyfriend.
you were almost reluctant to continue but knowing him, he would definitely egg you on about being a coward. because one thing about your boyfriend, katsuki, was that he really wanted to win at everything.
"wanna watch?" you look at katsuki with a grin, the video on display captioned: "I hope the NEIGHBOURS were pleased with WHAT THEY SAW!", the preview of the video showing a couple standing by the window, fucking. it wasn't really your thing but you wanted to see how he'd react.
katsuki glances at the laptop before giving you a skeptical look, his tone firm. "fuck no."
"why not? whats wrong with it?"
"just.. no," he shakes his head, a sly grin slowly creeping onto his face as he looks at you. "one second. technically haven't started yet, yeah?"
he leans in, his lips meeting your cheek in a soft, quick kiss before pulling back. his fingers linger, stroking your cheek in a gentle, affectionate gesture. "just pick somethin' else, sweets."
you roll your eyes while wearing a fond grin. you're almost tempted to call him out on how affectionate he was but you didn't want him to stop. you couldn't help but find it endearing and cute.
but after awhile, you and katsuki realize pornhub's terrible acting and weird angles wasn't really working.
"no, too weird. it looks awkward. and fake."
"no, the guy is givin' me the ick. looks homeless."
"no, it looks.. painful. why is it so stretched?"
"no. wait, you're into that? i'm not opposed to it, i just think it looks weird when they do it. just sayin', if you wanna try it.."
so, you go on twitter, looking for porn accounts and already finding better alternatives.
finally, your eyes settle on a compilation of video captioned: "breeding selection 🖤" , the previews of the videos showing various faceless girls getting fucked sloppily and creampied by their partner.
this was it. it wasn't exactly your best plan but you were depedent on him getting turned on by the video and your mere presence to win the bet. and if anything turned him on, it would be the thought of breeding his pretty little girlfriend.
you glance at him from the side, taking in his relaxed demeanor as he leans back with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on the laptop as if there wasn't porn on the screen.
"this good with you, boyfie?"
he looks at you and fuck, you can practically feel the heat radiating from his gaze. his eyes rake over you, taking in every curve and contour of your body with a hungry look, like he's undressing you with his eyes, imagining what he'd do to you.
"mhm, 'ts fine."
you nod, going back to the laptop to play the video, stupidly thinking: there was no way he'd be able to play dirty, especially when he can't touch you. but no.
the video plays, only a few seconds showing the girl's rear. the guy squeezes her ass, the cum dripping out of her pussy and in between her swollen folds, down to her thighs as he plays with her ass.
and you know what katsuki does? this man talks you through it, saying the most filthy, lewd shit with a cheeky grin. this man plays dirty by talking dirty.
"goddamn. see the cum, just drippin' out of her? bet you want me fill you up real bad now, don't you? wanna recreate that with me, sweets?"
your thighs clench involuntarily, your body betraying your inner desire. you stare back at him with a glare, feeling a familiar ache settle between your legs. "we do that on a daily basis, katsuki."
"'m just sayin'," katsuki grins, thinking: perfect. you're getting horny. "the idea of pumpin' you full, watchin' my cum drip out of you.."
he was just so desperate to see you rub your clit silly so that he can do it too without admitting defeat. his dick was huge but his pride could compete.
you clear your throat, glaring at his cheeky grin before quickly playing the next video. it's longer, around 8 minutes. it has a better angle, showing the guy's dick disappearing in and out of the girl's pussy, her doughy ass hitting his abdomen. he slams into her as she moans softly around his cock, sticky from their shared slick.
you feel hot and tight in your own skin, your throat going dry. you felt your sore nipples harden as you painfully clench down on nothing, tempted to just subtly grind against the couch for a second. fuck. it hasn't even been 5 minutes yet you were so, so wet.
your boyfriend noticed. and he certainly wasn't of any help.
"shit," katsuki leans down close enough to whisper in your ear, his breath hitting your skin, but far away enough so that he wasn't touching you. "you wet already, sweets?"
"i'm not. shut up and watch the damn porn."
"aww, don't be like that. look at my pants, baby, c'mon."
you bite your bottom lip before your eyes reluctantly dart down to his pants. fuck. his boner was so fucking obvious, it didn't help that he was wearing grey sweats. you were already picturing him naked, imagining how your cunny would look like taking in his dick.
"see? i'm so fuckin' hard for you, baby, it hurts," he sighs, looking at the tent in his pants before whispering in your ear. "don't you wanna take care of me, hm?"
a small sigh escapes your lips as you try to steady your breathing, your eyes darting everywhere but at katsuki. your thoughts consumed by the sight of him, despite your attempts to remain composed.
"you're mean," you huff.
"baby, c'mon. i'll take real good care of you, i promise," he grins at you. "just gotta touch me, yeah?"
you pout again before your eyes return to the screen, thinking your only solution was to ignore him.
although, it wasn't any help as you watched the cum drip out of the girl's pussy before he fucks it back into her, when you wanted nothing more than for him to do the same to you.
he put some distance, and you thought: okay. some time to calm yourself down. but just when you thought katsuki couldn't outdo himself, you hear the ruffling of pants, looking down to see him stripping himself of his clothes.
you look up at him as you feel your face get hot from embarrassment. "hey, what are yo-"
"hm?" he looks back at you, blinking innocently. he throws his clothes unceremoniously somewhere, leaving him in only his boxers as he holds his hands up in surrender. "what? it's hot, sweets. this doesn't count 'nyway, right? besides, 'm not touchin' anythin'."
you huff, pouting at him with a glare, trying not to admire his muscles. that's the game he wanted to play? you glanced down again, a clear fucking mistake. you almost felt drool down your chin as you admired his body, tempted to take his boxers off and just go wild—
you swallowed, looking back up at him. you get an idea. if you can't beat them, then... "you wanna play that game? fine."
you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head, revealing your bare skin to his eyes. tossing the shirt aside, you slowly tug down on your shorts, sliding them down your legs until you're left standing in just your bra and panties.
katsuki's jaw tightens and his muscles tense the moment you started undressing. he clenched his fists, the effort it takes him not to pounce on you was almost physically painful. he takes in the sight of your nearly naked body, his mouth going dry at the sight of you in your bra and panties.
the porn playing on the laptop is long forgotten as he stares at you. because fuck porn when he has such a gorgeous girl right in front of him. his girl.
"the hell are you doin'?" his voice is strained, getting the courage to look away with flushed cheeks. his eyes dart back to the screen, focusing with his arms crossed.
"hm?" you look up at him, blinking innocently like he did. you put your clothes away somewhere and held your hands up in surrender, like he did. "relax. its hot for me too. besides, doesn't count, right?"
"damn it. doesn't count but it's damn well torture."
"what's stopping you from fucking me, hm?"
"you know damn well whats stoppin' me. quit testin' me or i swear to god, i'm gonna fuck you so hard after this."
you laugh, trying to ignore the ache in between your legs as a cheeky smile plays on your lips. "'m just saying. i bet it'd feel really good, y'know. having you inside of me..."
his teeth clench at your words, his hands clenching into fists to keep himself in check. "goddamn it. baby, you're killin' me here."
"bub... all you gotta do is touch me and i can make the pain go away."
"sweets... why are you torturing me?" he groans, his hands clenching onto the couch as he glares at you.
"i want you. fuck, i need you. damn it, you've seen how fuckin' hard i am. so why are you makin' me wait, hm?" his voice is low, almost whining about how much he craves you. how needy he is to be inside you.
"i wanna win too," you bite your bottom lip, almost tempted to fold.
"fuck," he grits out, his eyes closing briefly as he runs his hand through his hair. he looks at you again, his gaze filled with frustration and need. "sweetheart.. you're a pain in the ass, you know that?"
a sly smile spreads across your lips as you lean in closer to him, just close enough that your breath tickles his skin, but not touching him. you were getting there. on top of him not making eye contact, you could've sworn his boner twitched.
"i know. but... please take care of me, katsuki," you whispered, hearing his breath hitch as yours fans across his skin. "i know you wanna."
his eyes darken as he looks down at you, his resolve almost wavering. "oh, i do. i really do, sweets."
that's the last thing you hear before katsuki is finally on you, his movements quick and urgent as he slams his lips onto yours. he kisses you like he's starving, his lips hot and angry against yours, desperate to have his fill of you but take out his frustration on you too.
katsuki pulls away, glaring at you before helping you out of your soaked panties as you help him out of his boxers, his hard cock springing out and stood at his abdomen.
"wanna take care of me that badly, huh?" you grin, reaching for his cock, stroking it up as you thumb his throbbing tip leaking with pre.
his breath hitches, hissing before he reaches down your folds and rubs your swollen clit, your soft moans echoing in his ears. "shut the fuck up. you won't even be able to think, after i'm done with you."
katsuki grunts, aligning himself inside of you, gasping at the softness of your wet, velvet walls. and as he thrusts his cock into your dumb little cunny, he recreates exactly what happened in those videos.
"whats the matter?" he taunts in your ear as he folds your legs near your shoulders, fucking you into mating press. his body covers yours completely, you can feel his weight pressing down on you. "you fuckin' wanted this, right?"
"a-ah, i do..." you gasped, sore nipples feeling the skin of his pecs. "you're just.. mad i won.."
"hah? you callin' me a sore loser?"
"if— oh... if the condom... fits."
suddenly, you squealed from the sudden thrust, whimpering as he slams his cock deeper inside of you, almost kissing your cervix as you feel his balls slapping against your folds.
"won't fuckin' fit 'nyway cause i'm fuckin' you raw— shit," he gasps, desperately rutting himself into you, chasing your release and his. "feels so fuckin' tight, sweets, holy shit..."
"katsukiii," you moaned his name, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he fucks you dumb. "i-i can't, anymore, please—"
"shhh, you can take it," he huffs before leaning down to give you an affectionate, reassuring kiss. his lips soft and gentle against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck.
he draws back from the kiss, his lips leaving yours with a soft, wet pop. "you can take it, can't you, baby?"
you whine and squirm against him, a desperate, needy sound leaving your lips. you nod, the words failing you in that moment, silently begging him to keep going, to give you more of the pleasure that you need. he smiles at you, leaning down quickly to give your cheek a kiss.
"atta girl," he murmured with pride, kissing down your jawline. his mouth is hot against your skin as he peppers your collar bones and chest with open-mouthed kisses. "that's my girl."
"k-katsuki," you pant, your hips rolling against his as your body begs for the sweet, sweet release that only he can give you. "m-m' gonna.. c-cum.."
"yeah? you gonna cum for me?" he groaned. he wants to see you lose yourself in pleasure. he craves to be the one to bring you to your high. "you wanna cum for me, pretty girl?"
"please," you whimper, your voice shaky and needy as your eyes meet his pleadingly. "please, yeah, m' gonna cum for you, please just—"
your words cut off as you let out a soft cry, your head tilting back further into the couch as your body trembles with the need to let go, to give in to the pleasure that's threatening to overwhelm you.
"cum for me, sweets," he grunts, his hips rocking against yours. "show me how much you like it when i fuck you like this, c'mon."
and that's all it takes— clenching down on him and burying himself inside of you—and you're both gone.
your body tenses, a gasp of pleasure escaping your lips as you feel him cum inside of you, bodies shaking with the force of your release and his. your hips press against his as he relaxes into you, your nails digging onto his (glorious) back.
katsuki pants, taking a moment to admire you. the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, teetering on the edge from your high as you cling to him. like a koala.
"you did so good, sweets," katsuki murmured. he steadies himself beneath you and pulls his cock out, pressing the tip against your folds, waiting for the moment of his dreams. he almost has hearts in his eyes when he watches the cum drip out of you, going down his tip as he pushes it inside you again. "so damn good."
"i asked if you wanted to recreate those videos," he grins when he hears you gasp, feeling the tip of his cock rub your folds, squirming against him as you bit your lip. "i'll make sure i get all the details right by breeding the shit out of you."
and as the night wares on, you both collapse onto the couch, panting and exhausted, a tangle of limbs wrapped around each other, cuddled up close after having the most mind-numbing sex.
"so.." you look up at him with a lazy smile, laying your head on his chest. "loser lives with the eternal knowledge the winner is better, huh?"
he groaned, closing his eyes for a minute before staring at you as he runs his fingers through your hair. "sweets... you're real fuckin' lucky i love you. otherwise, i really would've went above and beyond and made sure i knocked you up."
"i wouldn't be opposed to that."
katsuki narrows his eyes at you, his fingers flicking your forehead. "don't tempt me, brat."
you rub your forehead with a pout, sticking your tongue out at him. "so mean."
he scoffs, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist, gently but firmly pulling your hand away, hovering his lips to where he flicked earlier to give your forehead a soft kiss. "get some sleep, sweetheart."
"fine. i love you too, bub. goodnight."
"tch. love you more, dummy."
and honestly? katsuki doesn't need porn to get his dick hard. not when he has you. his personal porn star, his gorgeous girlfriend, and of course— his favorite person.
‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia! ]✧˚₊‧ 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧
⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ inspired by my ex 🧍🏻‍♀️ hope this was to your liking and i hope you enjoyed, i apologize if it seems too.. lewd? nyways, i'll start working on these requests and the older brother's best friend/ best friend's older brother trope with katsuki (i cannot choose), comment if you wanna be tagged 💜💜
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theorphicangel · 6 months ago
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jjk men reaction to reader not wanting to stay over for the night
a/n: inspo by this cute tiktok :(((
modern au, no curses au
includes: gojo, geto, toji, nanami, sukuna
Gojo Satoru
You suggested a game night at his place, a reward for both you and him after a particularly busy work week. Tonight was the first time in a while that the two of you had seen each other, which is why it was so special for you to sleep over.
At least that's what Satoru thought until you pranked him by telling him you might go back home.
'I might leave in a bit, baby.'
'What?' Satoru was currently setting up the television, connecting it to the two game controllers.
'I said I might leave in a bit, maybe after fifteen minutes'
Immediately his face falls with his facial expression mirroring a kicked puppy. 'You're leaving? Why? I thought you wanted to sleep over?'
'Maybe not tonight, I'm tired.'
'But you brought your things over?'
'I changed my mind, toru, m'sorry maybe next time.
'But you can sleep in my bed if you're tired.' His voice is soft, paused with the game controller in his hand. His eyes glance over you, warm and tired. It's evident through his eyes that he really wants you to stay.
'But you promised to stay over so we can finally build our house on minecraft.'
'Toruuuu-' your heart melts and suddenly you can't take it anymore. 'I was joking baby, I'm not going anywhere.'
His face lights up, 'you were kidding?!'
You nod as satoru strides towards you, disregarding the two controllers in his hands. Immediately he's on top of you, pushing you down on the couch so you can't escape even if you tried.
Satoru places multiple kisses across your cheek, one right after the other, almost suffocating you. 'Don't ever do that to me again else l'll never let you leave.' he mutters before placing another kiss.
You giggle at satoru relentlessly placing kisses on your neck, 'I wouldn't miss out on building our minecraft house for the world.'
Geto Suguru
The two of you were sat in the kitchen, Suguru standing at the cooker making dinner for the two of you. Finally, the two of you had a clear schedule for the rest of the week to spend time together and what better than to spend a night together?
Sitting at the kitchen island, a video on your social media feed had come up of a girl pranking her boyfriend. It was a cute video and sparked your own curiosity to how your own boyfriend would react.
'Hey sugu, I don't think I'll sleep over tonight if that's okay.'
Suguru snaps his head over to you in disbelief. 'Really? but you brought all your things over?'
'I changed my mind, I'm kinda tired tonight.'
'right.' he mumbles, turning his head back as he prepares your plate.
You could only see his back but you knew that he was dejected. he was disappointed of course but he would respect your decision if you wanted some alone time. not a minute later, he heads your way setting down a plate of your favourite dish in front of you.
He takes a seat next to you with his own plate.
'I'll drive you back if you want.'
you nod, taking a bite of the food. you judge his expression and the way the crease between his brow holds. 'are you upset?'
Suguru is currently looking down at his food, a fork scraping at his place like a child who refuses to eat.
a pause. suguru bites down on his lower lip. 'yes, I wanted you to sleep over tonight. we could watch a movie or do whatever you wanted, it's been months since I've seen you.'
'it's been a few days, sugu'
'same thing princess.'
you let out a sigh, not able to take the scene of seeing your lover become so depressed. 'i'm kidding babe, it was a prank.'
with a smirk, Suguru finally stops poking at his food and takes a bite without restraint. 'I knew it.'
'Liar.'
'I was trying to make you feel bad.' he states, dark bangs falling over his eyes.
'Guess it worked huh?'
'You can bet it did.'
Nanami Kento
a movie played on the television screen, as you and kento snuggled on the couch. a blanket draped over you, laying on his chest and all your favourite snacks out on the coffee table was all you ever wanted.
about midway through the movie you remember that there was a prank you wanted to play on your boyfriend.
'hey ken.'
he hummed, vibrations traveling through your body.
'hey, I might leave in a few.'
'leave for what?' kento looked over at you, sat beside him on the couch.
'to go home.'
'right now? I thought you wanted to stay the night?'
'I did but I'm pretty tired, I'd rather sleep in my own bed i think.'
'oh right...okay.' he mumbles, his eyes are on the screen. he's tempted to pause the movie entirely wondering if there's something that's made you upset.
'are you sad that I'm leaving?' you ask sensing his hesitation.
'no.' kento pauses looking for the right words as he swallows. 'Maybe a little' he admits, 'I wanted to spend time with you.'
'we are spending time right now though?'
'is it selfish to ask for a little more time with you?' he asks, his cheeks flushing pink slightly.
'oh right, I was kidding by the way, I'm not leaving.'
'you and your pranks will kill me will kill me one day, d'you know that?'
you grab a hand that's around your waist and place a kiss on his knuckle as a reward for putting up with you. 'I knowwww, sorry love.'
Toji Fushiguro
'I think I might head home now.' you announce, standing up from the couch after hours of watching shows with toji. empty beer cans and opened bags of popcorn were messily distributed on the coffee table in front of you.
Toji was laid beside you, on the verge of falling asleep as the credits begin to play at the end of an episode. the two of you were binge-watching a show that had come out recently, currently on the last but one episode.
'what was that doll?' he thinks he must have misheard you.
'I said I think I'm going to head home, I'm pretty tired.'
For extra effect you head towards his apartment door, slipping on your shoes and making the move to grab your jacket and keys.
Whether it was at the jingle of your keys or the meaning of your words finally beginning to kick in, Toji was suddenly up and off the couch catching up with you.
'what do you mean home.'
'my home.' you emphasise, putting on your coat. 'my apartment, the one twenty minutes from here.'
in a blink of an eye you felt your wrist enwrapped in his large hand with the other at your waist guiding you backwards until you hit a wall.
Toji leans in, trapping you between his large figure and his wall. as he speaks you notice the scent of beer leave his mouth. his tone is dark and husky yet his eyes glow with emotion at the thought of you leaving.
'Thought you wanted to spend the night with me hmmm? You were the one complaining about not seeing me enough and now it's too much?'
you stammer, your brain completely blank at the tone of his words.
'It's too late to go back by yourself anyways plus we haven't finished the show.' his voice is low, sending vibrations through your body.
'I thought you weren't watching, you fell asleep.'
'almost.'
Toji's hands slowly peel away your coat from your body, 'I can help you change your mind if you're still thinking of leaving.' he suggests and your face heats up at his seduction.
'I was joking, I'm staying. just making sure that you were really awake.' you meet his eyes, allowing them to melt into yours.
without a warning you're suddenly hoisted over his shoulder and toji marches you back to the couch.
'a joke?...right...'
'put me down!'
'funny that you thought I'd ever let you leave anyways.' Toji places you down on the couch and you let out a huff.
you look up at him, your eyes challenging. 'was that a threat?'
'it's a promise doll.'
Sukuna Ryomen
'I think i'm going to leave soon.'
Sukuna's head snaps towards you, his attention directed towards his phone now interrupted by your statement. the two of you were, at least in your words, cuddling in bed. an arm wrapped around you whilst the two of you scrolled on your phones.
'where the fuck are you going?'
'Home. Where d'you think?'
'Why?' Sukuna mutters, caught off guard by your words.
'because I'm tired.'
'sleep in my bed then, you're here for a reason.'
'I want to sleep in my bed.'
'what's the difference? my bed is bigger than yours.'
'I like my bed.'
a pause occurs, the two of you maintaining eye contact.
'so you're going to go allll the way back home because you like your bed.'
'yes kuna'
'what about your shit that you dragged here?'
you shrug 'I'll take it with me.'
'And how are you going to get back?'
'drive me.'
Sukuna lets out a loud laugh.
'Uber then.'
An even louder laugh escapes from his mouth. 'you're not leaving.'
'I am, what are you-'
your words are cut off as Sukuna lunges towards you, suddenly straddling over you. you couldn't move even if you tried.
'kuna! what are you doing?'
'you're not leaving, it's late.'
'but I-'
'and you're not leaving because you asked to stay over in the first place, you'll get what you wanted.'
'it was a prank!' you admit, suddenly giving up to sukuna's demeanor.
'good you're sleeping here anyways.' he deadpans.
'I was always planning-' 'no excuses.'
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bunni-v1 · 22 days ago
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wellll since you are taking requests! Can I request Sylus, Caleb, and Zayne with a fem reader who's playful and loves to tease them in public but when their having sex, she's all shy and that?? <33 (I haven't requested something in such a long time, I forgot how this works 😭😭)
Don't Hide~
Pt. 2
🍓Baby, you fucking know you can. My little MC is exactly like this, so thank you soooo much for allowing me to write her vicariously through this ask. I have sooo much fun with brat taming, you have no idea, I should write it wayyyyy more. Anyway, I really tried not to let my favoritism for Caleb show here, but he still has more than the other two. Sue me, I love my man.
TW: Intense eye contact in Caleb's; Brat taming; cat ears mentioned but not relevant in Sylus' part; Sylus is crazy big; teasing; softcore otherwise; editing/grammar errors (i am one college student)
Info: Sylus, Zayne, Caleb x Reader (Separate); NSFW
Word Count(s): Zayne (1.2k); Sylus (1.2k); Caleb (1.5k)
MDNI
ZAYNE
You loved to just push, didn't you? It was an annoyingly charming part of you, one that Zayne just adored in most situations. Playful poking and prodding was part of your daily routine, something he expected and honestly needed from you. If you weren't causing some kind of problem for him, you weren't doing well. He would rather you annoy him than see you sad and quiet.
Still, you really could get under his skin when you tried. Bonuses of knowing each other so well, he guessed. Even framing it like a positive was hard when you were trying your very best to get him to react.
Having your arms wrapped around him was a more than welcome experience in most cases. He loved it when you were so openly affectionate in public; it made him feel better about how badly he wanted to hold you, too. What he was not a fan of was the way your sneaky little hands seemed to be creeping lower and lower down his back. It was cute, at first. Easily mistaken as a comforting gesture when your fingers drew themselves back up after dipping just a little lower.
Yet, they didn't stop dipping a little lower. Each stroke got longer, went further down his back, until your fingers were dancing along the hem of his pants. If that weren't bad enough, you were doing it in front of a colleague of yours. Tara, you'd excitedly introduced. Chirping along happily together like two birds of a feather, like you weren't pushing your luck with each passing second. You knew that, though, didn't you?
He shoots you the subtlest look when your hand hovers over his behind, a warning. One, you do not heed, clamping your hand down and pinching his cheek with a Cheshire grin. And he squeaks, despite expecting it, the feeling still takes him off guard. Your grin only widens, especially when Tara blinks in surprise.
"Are you okay, Mr. Li?" She asks, befuddled at how such a stoic man could make such a noise.
He clears his throat, glancing at you, less subtly, "Fine. We should be going, though."
"Aww," you and Tara pout at the same time, though yours is far less genuine than hers.
"Well, it was nice to see you. Have fun with the rest of your day!" She waves, skipping away, oblivious to the tension between you.
Zayne lets out a deep and heavy breath, annoyance leaving him all at once. His eyes zero in on your smirking face, expression even despite the intent clouding his green eyes. He tugs your hand away, wrapping it around his waist in a firm grip so you don't do the same thing again.
"You can't behave for a second, can you?" He sighs.
Another self-satisfied smirk, "It's not my fault you have such a cute butt! It's just begging me to grab it."
He hums, pulling you along with him without another word. He can feel the excitement rolling off you in waves, practically leaping and bounding at his side to get home. How obnoxiously adorable. Your ability to manipulate him into giving you what you want was admirable; he'll give you that. Besides, it's not as though he'd be the one feeling embarrassed by the end of the night, so he'd let you have your little victories.
--
He'd had you on your knees before the front door could even fully close. Shaky hands struggling with his belt, fumbling futilely a few times before finally wriggling it out enough to unzip his pants and slide his member out. It bobs uselessly in front of your mouth, begging for some semblance of friction. Naturally, as if magnetically attracted, you lean forward to take him into your mouth.
A firm hand stops you before you can, making your face scrunch up in confusion, fluttering up to his. The intensity in his eyes is enough to burn you up from the inside, heated and full of intent. You look away quickly, trying to ignore the heat searing beneath your skin. He doesn't allow you to run, gripping your chin and bringing your eyes back to him.
"Use your hands," He commands, "and look at me. Understood."
You nod, letting out a shaky breath. Not good enough.
"Words."
You swallow, "Yes, Zayne."
The grip on your chin softens, stroking the skin there as if apologizing for the roughness, "Good."
Your shaky hands come up, spitting on them for lubricant, then carefully wrap around his cock. Gentle, easy, practiced. You know what he likes, slow and easy. You watch the way your hands glide along his shaft, smiling when the sticky pre-cum coats your fingers. So pretty.
He clears his throat, and you correct your mistake like you've been Pavloved. Looking up at his flushed face, chest heaving, and body, eyes watching your every move. Nervousness tends to build up in your chest when he looks at you like that. No walls or hidden meaning, just sheer desire. You want to hide away from it, but you know he won't let you. All you can do is swallow the ever-growing lump in your throat and let your face burn hotter and hotter.
You watch his Adam's apple bob in his throat, rubbing your thighs together to alleviate some of the need between your legs. It's useless, as expected, and only serves to make you feel more pathetic. You don't stop, though, obediently tugging his member at an even pace. His breath grows more shaky with each stroke, mouth slightly ajar and puffing the hot air out unevenly. Much prettier.
His fingers trace along your chin, down the sensitive column of your neck, and back up again. Mirroring your movements from earlier, giving you a taste of your own medicine. It makes you shy away a little, flinching back when they dip between your collarbones. He spreads them out as he comes back up, pausing in the center of your throat and giving the smallest press, prompting you to swallow against them. He shudders when you do, having to use the door to keep himself upright.
He was close, so close. It made you want to speed up, but you don't. Not unless he tells you to.
"Are you sorry?" He suddenly asks, low and gravely, like it was hard to get out in the first place.
You bite your lip, shrinking into yourself as you mumble, "'m sorry..."
"Clearly," he commands, "or else I'll make you stop right now."
You jolt, shaking your head adamantly, "I-I'm sorry. I am! I promise, please?"
He scoffs a laugh, "Brat... open your mouth, now."
You comply, sticking your tongue out, and within a few moments, he's spurting out onto it. You lap up his release obediently, never breaking eye contact, no matter how much it drives you insane. The hand on your chin comes up to pet your hair, a silent praise for your good work.
"Did you learn your lesson?" He asks lowly, scratching your scalp gently.
You nod, proud to please. It's cute. Really cute. But he's not quite satisfied. With a low hum, he helps you off your knees, nudging you through the house on a straight path to the bedroom.
"Why don't we test that theory, then?" He whispers, a promise that you were in for a long night of behavioral correction.
SYLUS
Sylus was a tease at heart, always pushing your buttons and getting on your nerves with little to no effort at all. He'd admitted to you on more than one occasion that he found your feisty reactions positively adorable. You were his little kitten, after all, what kind of man would he be if he didn't get you swatting your claws at him?
However, teasing him was a difficult endeavor. One that you'd become an expert in. See, you couldn't just whisper sweet nothings into his ear or draw your hands along him sensually. He didn't react to that; he found it more funny than alluring. Calling you needy, which you weren't. No, if you wanted to get something out of him you had to be smarter than just sheer sex appeal.
You had to be cute.
Not so cute that you came off as childish and stupid, he would catch on to things too fast and ruin your fun. Just cute enough that it would get his heart racing, make him pause, and take a second to admire you. When he did that, you knew you got what you wanted.
Which is why you were walking hand in hand with him now, swinging your arm just slightly between your bodies. You were in some expensive shopping district, looking around for something to wear for a mission you were assigned to. He'd insisted on buying you a dress when you'd mentioned it offhand. Who were you to deny him the privilege of seeing you spin around in glittering dresses like a teenager picking out a prom dress?
You'd gotten a bit... off track, though. Purposefully, of course, not that he needed to know that. Excitedly bounding from shop window to shop window, gazing in at the silly souvenirs and cute little stuffed animals like a kid on Christmas. Sylus allowed you to tug him around, a soft smile on his face as you rambled about how cute that little teddy bear is, then in the same breath refused to let him buy it for you.
You stopped short when you came across a little standee outside of a costume shop, laughing at its contents. Cat ears of various types hung on the little turnstile, the perfect killer. You bounded up to it, scanning across the different types before plucking two off the rack. You turn back to Sylus then, a giddy smile as you show him your little treasure, lifting it up with pride.
He leans down without another word, letting you set the white pair on his head. His eyes softening when you clap your hands. You know you've got him right where you want him. You just needed the finishing blow. You set the second pair on your head, pointing your chin to the sky like a proud lion.
He smirks at the sight, petting your head like he would a regular cat, "Aren't you cute?"
You bite your lip, going in for the throat, "Now I really am your kitten, huh?"
He pauses, visibly processing your words and realizing just what you were up to. A scoff tumbles out of his mouth, eyes rolling from the sheer idiocy. He'd fallen for your cutesy little antics, again, just like he always did. Steady fingers grip your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes settled on him.
"I wasn't aware she was so prone to misbehavior. Tell me, are you looking for punishment, kitten?" He purrs lowly.
Mission successful, "I'dunno what you mean, Sy..."
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Riding Sylus always felt impossible thanks to his incredible size. You always managed to fit it, but it was more than just a little fight. This is what you asked for, though. Your little cry for attention earlier rewarded with a brand new pair of cat ears, and Sylus’ lazy smirk as you struggled to adjust to him.
Your hands weakly kneaded at his chest, trying to ground yourself from the intensity of the stretch. He merely watched you, red eyes drawing across your figure slow and steady, pleased to have you on display for him. His calloused hands rested at your waist, thumbing over the skin there in approval as you settled down.
It was impossible to hide from him like this, making the burning sensation across your body all the more apparent. You just couldn’t help but be embarrassed at the way he seemed to drink you in, savoring you with every sense at his disposal. You were sure he had a secret sixth one made just to relish in your humiliation. Yet, he does not say a word to shame you or make you feel less than. Just watches and appreciates you as you are.
Somehow, that was worse than degradation, melting your mind to a mushy pile of nervousness.
Still, you’d practically begged for this, and as always Sylus had given it to you as you wished. You wouldn’t want to disappoint both of you, so you took a deep breath and began rolling your hips. Slow little circles at first. Unsure, but gradually building as you grew more comfortable in your place on top of him.
Each movement set your nerves alight, sending shocks of pleasure across each inch of your skin. The heat building in your core, spanning across every nook and cranny of your body, wrapping you in a blanket of warm pleasure. Sylus seems to track it with his eyes, drawing up from the sensual roll of your hips, to the way your muscles tense, across your bouncing tits, and landing on your scrunched up little face.
You could practically hear him purring — no, he was purring. A low grumble shaking his chest, traveling through your trembling fingertips and sending the signals directly to the heat between your legs. To be admired so much was just too much for you to handle right now.
You lean over him, tucking your face into his shoulder. It’s a weak attempt to hide at best, not that you’d be able to hide no matter what you did, but you make it all too easy for him to pull you up with a gentleness that seemed too loving for the moment. All too Sylus as he eased your pouting visage back into his line of sight.
“Running away already?” He coos, fingers massaging your neck as if placating you.
You’re far too embarrassed to argue with him, so you just nod, “It’s too much.”
He hums, mocking thought as he takes in your weak excuses. You’re far too cute for him to know what to do with, but he would figure it out, “Do you need my help, kitten?”
In the second of clarity you have, you debate telling him no. Yet, he twitches inside of you when you open your eyes to take in his all consuming stare, and the thought evaporates from your mind. You do need his help, very badly. You’ll probably burn alive between the scorching pleasure and his fiery gaze without him there to placate the flames.
You give him a weak little teary eyed nod, and he eases your face back into his shoulder. He was always so accommodating with you, so gentle and loving that it made your stomach tie into knots. Only forgetting the feeling when he helped to work you along his length, humming sweet words of praise into your ears, letting you hide away from him all you wanted. That’s what you wanted after all, right?
CALEB
Teasing Caleb was an art form that only you had mastered. You would think that after knowing someone for so long, it would be easy to rile them up. Yet, Caleb was the most controlled man you had ever met when it came to handling your light-hearted jabs. Part of it was thanks to how well he knew you, but the other part was simply because he was good at ignoring his own feelings. He could push and push and push them down to the depths of his mind until they were practically non-existent, and your teasing was no different.
The most you'd get for your efforts was a smirk, maybe a ruffle of your hair as he scolds you, and if you were really annoying, he would chase you around the house and tickle you for your crimes. Rarely was it anything more intense than that.
Rarely. Not never.
There was one way to get Caleb hot and bothered enough to do something, and that was your favorite game of all time: Look, don't touch. It was fun to see just how far you could get, doing all his favorite things with an air of innocence, just to see how long it would take to get him to crack.
Your personal favorite method of torture was to find a shirt of his - dirty, preferably - slide it on and walk around the house with nothing but it and a lacy pair of red panties. (His favorite, judging from how often they go missing from the laundry.) It's a long game you have to play, because winning against Caleb's disciplined ability to pretend was always a long game. Luckily, you were just about the one weakness in his mental fortitude.
You start in the morning before he leaves for work, or else it won't work. If he's at home all day, he'll just take care of it without thought. You walk out of the room, and his eyes catch on your legs. They rake over the exposed skin like trying to burn it into his memory, as if he hadn't done that a million times before. Then, like clockwork, he realizes what he's doing and tries to look anywhere but you as you waltz around. Knowing he has a responsibility that he can't skimp on, even for you, keeps him stiff and robotic as you kiss him goodbye.
Then, step two kicks in: text him frequently. Keeping yourself at the forefront of his mind (which you always are, mind you) and letting him know you're thinking of him makes him squirm in a way that's unbefitting of a soldier. He can't stop himself from thinking about your legs, the way his shirt rested against your body, and what was beneath it. Waiting, begging him to get a peek as you stretched your arms over your head. His eye twitches when you send him yet another suspiciously worded text - never incriminating, but always implicative.
Then, when his shift is nearly over, when you spent your whole day playing coy, you reach the final phase of your plan. You send pictures. Nothing explicit. That would ruin the fun of it all. Just cute, mundane tasks. A downward angle of you cooking dinner, reading a book on his bed, or maybe just a picture of a movie you're watching with your bare legs in view. All visual reminders of what he left at home, all reminders of why he needs to get back now.
--
Normally, Caleb prefers you to tell him what you like in bed. He's soft, attentive, a little sloppy, but entirely obsessed with your pleasure. It's not as though he's neglecting that part of himself, quite the opposite, actually. You were the one who had made it abundantly clear that you wanted- needed him to put you in your place. He knows your little games, he knows you like no other person on the planet - in the galaxy, hell, the entire universe.
So, of course, he knew you wanted him to fold you in half and show you what happens to misbehaving, teasing little pipsqueaks like yourself for all your efforts. Who was he to deny you of what you'd been begging for all day? Wouldn't that make him a bad Caleb? It almost means that the way he makes you look at him, knowing full well that the eye contact sends you into a flurry of embarrassment. He's just so... intense, in every sense of the word, especially when he's having sex with you.
One leg bent up to your head, the other wrapped around his waist, and two strong arms boxing your head had you surrounded. Chest to chest, buried to the hilt, there was no escaping the little prison of pleasure Caleb had built for you. Your reward equaled your punishment, and you wished you could complain, but you knew your voice would catch in your throat and Caleb would tease you for it. You had no choice but to sit there and look up at him, hoping he'd be a little nicer than you were to him today.
His eyes are hot as they trace along the planes of your face, eating up the sight like his last meal on earth. The subtle shift in his expression as you squeeze around him, feeling the intensity of his gaze far more deeply than you'd ever admit out loud. His eyebrows twitch up in surprise, before a lazy smirk crawls over his face, leaning down to kiss along the apple of your cheek to the shell of your ear.
"Y'know," He starts in a low drawl, sending your head spinning, "If you want me to take care of you, you can just ask."
You shake your head, though there isn't a real purpose for it. You're just a little too flustered to think right when he's got you like this. His dominance really is something all-consuming, and it reminds you why you don't tease him like this often. You would be a dead man if you had to put up with his relentlessness every time you had sex.
"No?" He asks, as if he's confused, but the condescension in his voice gives him away.
He adjusts himself slightly, rubbing against your walls just enough to get you to tremble a little. Then, all at once, he pulls himself out to the tip and pushes his way back inside in a fluid motion, "You don't want me to do that? Then tell me what you need, won't you?"
You whimper, tossing your arms on your face like that might help you here. Nearly forgetting how easily he overpowers you in your hazy headspace until he seamlessly pulls your hands over your head, interlacing your fingers as if they belonged together.
"No, no, no. None of that, you gotta look at me, 'kay?" He hums so sickeningly sweet it makes you want to swing at him.
A whine tears through your throat, tossing your head to the side to bury into his arm. Defiant and bratty to the end, as always. He huffs out a laugh that's all too affectionate for how annoying he was being, then chases your face with his own. You feel the warm press of his sweat-slicked forehead against yours, heated breath fanning over your face. You don't budge, not even when he nudges your nose with his own as encouragement.
He's reaching the end of his limited patience; you can feel it in the way his fingers tremble around your wrists. He could hold back all day when you weren't physically near him, but he was inside you for god's sake. Any man - well trained soldier or not - would collapse under the extreme pressure of a nice warm pussy. Your nice warm pussy was simply one of the greatest weaknesses he had, second only to your oh so pretty eyes he was being deprived of right now.
"Pips," He whines, voice uncharacteristically squeaky, "Lemme see your pretty eyes, yeah?"
You curl your hands into tight fists, trying and failing to fight him off one last time. A little voice in your mind reminds you of how mean you were to him today. Listen to his voice, he needs you just as bad as you need him. It's okay to give in, Caleb will take care of everything, it whispers so sweetly. You can't refuse its logic, not when it seems so totally right as he twitches inside you again.
You slowly peel your eyes open, nearly jumping at the way he's staring so intently at you. Brows worried, lip caught between his teeth, and pretty purple eyes darting across your face. You expect some kind of comment from him, some words of praise or thanks, but all you get is his hips pulling back and slamming back into you. It gets your toes curling instantaneously, a moan ripping from your vocal cords in surprise.
You shouldn't be, though. This is what you wanted. Caleb was just giving it to you. He would always give it to you.
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astars-things · 3 months ago
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Private argument turned public
based on the comment Lando wrote on the Mclaren Instagram page 
Y/n Hughes x Lando Norris
"Lando seriously," You said trying to film a challenge video between him and Oscar, but Lando was refusing to cooperate, you both had a strict rule that when you both are at work you guys are just colleagues, especially when it came to filming content for the team
"It’s literally just a ‘Who Knows Me Better’ challenge between you and Oscar. All you have to do is sit down, smile, and pretend you like each other for ten minutes." you explained, you were stressed, trying to film this, get pictures done and everything else and Lando wasn't making it any easier for you
Oscar sat on the orange McLaren beanbag, already mic’d up and ready, casually scrolling through his phone. He looked up, raising his eyebrows as Lando continued pacing behind the cameras, hands on his hips, lips pressed into a frown.
“I’m just not in the mood,” Lando muttered, running a hand through his hair. “This whole thing is stupid.” You stood there trying not to snap, this was your job at the end of the day, you weren't his girlfriend right now you were a part of the social media team. You both knew to keep relationship drama outside of work, "give us a minute" You said to the team and Oscar as you grabbed Lando's hand and walked over to a small area
"You going to tell me what the fuck is going on?" you questioned looking into Lando's eyes, "I just don’t feel like being fake today. This stuff is dumb, and you’re being bossy about it." Lando whispered his tone full of attitude, you stood there trying to figure out what to do, at the end of the day this was your job, "Stop being a fucking toddler do this video and we will talk later" You whispered your tone full of anger, you walked away and went back to where the team and Oscar was
Lando walked back a minute after you grabbing his mic with a dramatic sigh. Once he sat down on the other beanbag, you gave them their cards, which had questions for the other person, the environment was tense, Lando barely smiled and Oscar was trying to keep the banter going, once the video was done you took the sd card out of the camera and gave it to the editors while you work on the promotion post of Instagram 
@.McLaren who knows who better is it @.Landonorris or @.oscarpiastri 
To find out who won on our YouTube 
View comments 
@.Landonorris  Next time maybe film with someone who actually likes being on camera 😅 
 →@.user2 Someone’s sleeping on the couch tonight 
→@.user3 Maybe you should keep this private 
you felt your work phone buzz, so you checked the notifications and when you saw Lando's comment you saw red, now he decided to embarrass you on social media which was a new low for him. You just decided to ignore him and just let him throw a temper tantrum, when you felt your personal phone buzz you were worried but seeing your brothers had messaged you made you anxious 
Jack Jack you and Lando okay? saw his Instagram comment
Lukey🐀  Did you and Lando break up?!! 
Huggy bear🧸 give me a call when you can 
you didn't know how to react, Lando had dragged an argument publicly for fans, your family, friends and many others to see. You put on a brave face and picked up your bag and camera and went to take photos. You headed out to the paddock, pretending your hands weren’t shaking and your eyes weren’t burning with unshed tears. You snapped photos of cars rolling out, of Oscar chatting with mechanics, of the orange blur that was your job and your world. You didn’t trust yourself to go near Lando’s side of the garage.
by the time you got to the hotel room the environment felt toxic, you felt like you couldn't breathe "So that’s it?" Lando snapped. "You're just gonna act like I’m the villain in all this?"
You froze. "You posted that comment, Lando. I have my brothers messaging me if you and I have broken up, you took a private argument and made it public for everyone to see" You snapped. The fight escalated fast. Words flew faster than thoughts. Every buried frustration, every jab you hadn’t said earlier, came tumbling out in raised voices and sharp edges.
"Do you even understand how hard it is for me to be taken seriously when I’m dating a driver? Do you know how many people think I only have this job because of you?!" You shouted your voice cracking trying not to cry, trying to seem weak Lando went quiet. His jaw clenched, eyes cold. "Maybe we’re just better when we’re not working together."
That one stung.
Your heart pounded painfully in your chest, your breath short and uneven. The walls of the hotel room felt like they were closing in. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe past the anxiety gripping your ribs like a vice. “I can’t do this right now,” you whispered, trembling.
Lando was silent for once, watching as you backed away from him, blinking hard to keep from breaking down completely. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket finding the contact you needed, you pressed your phone to your ear and slowly walked to the bathroom "Who are you calling?" he asked quietly. You ignored him, once you were in the bathroom you locked the door slid down the cooling tiles and just sat there 
"Hey, Zak... I have a family emergency I need to leave tonight."
He didn’t ask questions just told you to take whatever time you needed.
Fifteen minutes later, you had your suitcase packed and a one-way ticket booked to New Jersey. You didn’t say goodbye. You didn’t trust yourself to. 
You Knocked on Jack's door, and as soon as he opened it you were in his arms crying. Jack didn’t ask questions. He just held you tighter. 
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bluetimeombre · 10 months ago
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・❥ 'Are you Hugh down under?' p2
You and Hugh were the stars of the biggest movie, Wolverine and Ladypool, and fans love the two of you.
[Here's p2, thank you for loving the last one and being as obsessed as I am. I hope i got everyone on the tag list and the second part to Ladypool and Wolverine is on its way. Again this isn't proof read, this is just vibes. There's some sexual innuendos and sexist comments that Hugh is at the rescue for. Also, i'm British so half of these interviews just end up being British icons]
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You and Hugh being in love for twenty-five minutes (part two)
2017, Y/N heart monitor
You were doing an interview for your latest movie with Nick Grimshaw on BBC radio one. It was a new thing he'd come up with, trying it with you for the first time as you were hooked up to a heart rate monitor.
'Is it working?' asked Nick. 'Is she alive?'
You help him put the stickers onto you. 'It's like, there's nothing there,' you joke with them.
'She's a robot.'
The beeping began and it found your heart beating at a steady pace, a good start.
'So, I'm going to show you a series of images and we're just gonna see how you react to these images, ok?' he asked.
You grin, nerves kicking in. 'Ok.' It could have been anything. And boy were you right.
Some of them were fine, easy, normal. A picture of a co-star the heart rate was fine, a pair of shoes that you wore a lot, a picture of cash and an ex that had it risen but not alarmingly.
'And finally,' Nick picked up an image. 'Hugh Jackman! How does he make you feel?'
Your cheeks go red and you laugh. 'I hate you all so much, um, Hugh Jackman?' you were too busy laughing. Once you had made a joke about Wolverine and how good looking he was, now it was following you everywhere.
'Heartbeats rising!' Nick cheered as you covered your face. 'Heartbeats the highest it's ever been, eighty-five, up to ninety! One hundred!' he claps.
You bang your head on the table, finally finding control over yourself. 'I can't believe you all.'
Nick slid the picture over to you. 'Here, you can take that one home with you.'
'Thanks. He looks great there, doesn't he?' you say. 'A classic, Hugh Jackman picture.'
'Yeah, you like it?' he teased.
You grinned. 'That's going on my wall when I get home.'
The Graham Norton show
You and Hugh had walked out, waving at the adorning crowd that cheered as you took the sofa.
‘Hello! Hello!’ Graham called.
The two of you looked the pair as you smiled and sat next to each other in spite of the space on the sofa.
‘Sofa to ourselves, i like that,’ you say, lying back.
‘The other guests were too intimidated,’ said Graham. ‘Now, was the walk out ok for you guys, Hugh, are you happy?’ He asked.
Hugh frowned. The crowd laughed. ‘It was very good, thank you.’
‘Because, is it true- and Y/N correct me if I’m wrong, you had a specific song you walked out onto set with?’ He asked.
Immediately knowing what he was talking about, you laugh while Hugh hangs his head and sighs.
You sat straight and took to explaining while patting his back. ‘You see, it’s very tough for Hugh to get into character as Wolverine sometimes. So the only way was to get him out the trailer was to play a specific song.’
‘Ok, ok so shall we do it again, this time with the song?’ Graham proposed. He ushered you both backstage, Hugh squeezing your shoulders as you went.
‘Whatta a man’ by salt and pepper started playing and you led the way out for Hugh who danced his way out. The crowd clapped along as Hugh shows his moves and ended with dipping.
‘Oh wonderful!’ Graham called as the two of you took your seats again.
For the rest of the interview thing went very smoothly.
‘Now is is true that the first time you met, Hugh, you didn’t actually meet Y/N?’
Hugh again huffed and shook his head. ‘This show is all to embarrass me, isn’t it?’
‘Makes a change honestly,’ you say.
Hugh looked back to you and started to tell the story. Through out, his body had moved toward you, his entire presence facing you despite talking out to everyone. ‘When I first walked on set, you know, at the ready, I was very excited to be there and even more excited to meet this wonderful lady here. And I got suited up, you know, went to hair and makeup and one of our first shots was quite a challenging one, a big stunt.’
‘Big,’ you agreed, taking a sip of your drink. You knew where the story was going.
‘Yea, so anyway, I walk over to Y/N whose already in her suit. Looks great by the way. Anyway so I start introducing myself and saying hello and how thankful I am for being here, a real heart to heart you know-‘ he says, ‘and then Y/N walked in and i realized I’d been speaking to her stunt double the whole time- whole time!’
The crowd laugh as do you, almost choking on your drink.
Wolverine and Ladypool press:
You and Hugh sat with each other all day doing press. You kept it light with jokes between the two of you, working through the people and questions.
One particular interviewer just had to get his answers though. ‘So your suit,’ he starts, looking to you. ‘It’s very tight and eventuated several parts of you, did you find that hard to manoeuvre around?’
Hugh answered before you had the chance to open your mouth. ‘I found it very easy to move around in. You know, first x-men movie, not so much but these suits, are perfect.’
The guy chuckled, it was clearly forced but you thanked Hugh for taking the question, patting his knee. ‘Can you wear like panties with them or thongs, cause they are skin tight.’
‘I’ll take this one!’ Said Hugh again. ‘I go commando, but that’s just because I like it.’
‘He does, he does like it,’ you nod, grinning. ‘He’s going commando right now actually.’
The guy tried one more time to ask you a question about the suit. At this rate, your entire body turned to face Hugh. ‘Do you feel sexy in the suit?’ He asked you.
‘Very,’ said Hugh.
After that, Hugh made several vulgar comments when you were alone, but luckily for you, Hugh was your own superhero.
Buzzfeed quiz
'Hello!' you greet the camera, holding your phone to your chest. 'I'm something-something Jackman.'
'And i'm the greatest actress of all time,' said Hugh.
You deflated, looking at him. 'Oh, well now I just look like a dick.'
'No, it's ok,' he shrugged. 'One of us has to look like a dick.'
The two of you were doing quizzes for Buzzfeed, answering if you're more Ladypool or Wolverine. Although you were sat next to each other, you'd both craned your bodies back so the other couldn't see what you were putting in, like it was a test.
'We're really competitive with each other,' Hugh told the crew.
'Yeah, not with anybody else, but I have to- I just have to prove i'm better than Hugh Jackman at something,' you said.
'Who are you hoping to get?' asked the lady behind the camera.
'Oh, Ladypool, obviously,' you said.
Hugh nodded along, watching you. (Did this man ever not look at you?) 'I wouldn't be angry about getting Ladypool either.'
You tut. 'So quick to betray yourself.'
If you could have a super power, what would you chose?
You read through the options. 'I think telekinesis,' you said. 'Mainly just because I'm lazy and it would be so easy to pick up the tv remote or close the curtains. Very practical.'
'Yeah, that's a good one,' Hugh hummed about it for longer. 'Maybe healing ability.'
You roll your eyes, throwing your head back. 'That's such a Wolverine answer!'
'I know, but I'm getting old, be nice for things to not hurt a lot,' he said.
Who's your favourite MCU character?
Hugh scanned the options. 'I er, don't see Wolverine on here?' he looked around at the crew behind the camera's shaking his head.
'Can't get the staff these days- oh my god Spider-Man's on here!' you cheered, distracted.
'She loves Spider-Man,' Hugh told the camera.
'I do. I really do,' you agreed. 'If it wasn't gonna be Wolvie, it was gonna be Spidey,' you look into the camera, holding your phone to your ear, mimicking for Andrew Garfield to call you.
Hugh dragged his finger of his neck in a cutting off motion if he ever did.
Who do you pick to be your road-trip buddy?
'You have to pick the Wolverine, c'mon,' Hugh nudged you.
You looked through the options which all considered x-men. You hesitated, humming. 'I dunno.'
'We had great fun in the car!'
A red blush took over your cheeks as you re-called the multiple, multiple takes you and Hugh had to do. Hugh saw this and draped his arm over the back of your chair.
'Yeah, but that was- that was different, this is a roadtrip not a porn video in a car,' you joked. 'And Wolverine's like so serious, Rogue, she's so fun.'
'Woah, woah,' Hugh paused everything. 'Rogue is great, don't get me wrong. But who's better!' he pointed at himself. 'Wolverine's not grumpy with you, he loves you!'
You look over at him, grinning sweetly. 'No, you love me and it's judging your character.' For five minutes, the two of you argued over who you'd rather have as a road-trip buddy. Most of it got sped up during the video. 'Ok, fine, I pick Wolverine. Who are you picking?'
'Charles,' said Hugh even though Ladypool was on the list.
You faced the camera, mouth hung open as Hugh laughed loudly and gave you a side hug, assuring you it was a joke but he still clicked on Charles!
Which musical number would you want to perform with your 'Wolverine and Ladypool' cast mate?
'Oh, some great choices!' boasted Hugh as he read through them all.
You smile at him, eyes softening. 'You've awakened the musical theatre beast.'
'Y/n, there's so many good choices! What do we pick?!' he grabbed your hand and squeezed as you watched him with joy.
There was a few choices: 'Love is an Open Door,' from Frozen, 'The other side,' which Hugh obviously did for The Greatest showman. But there was also 'The Love Melody' from Moulin Rouge and 'You're the one that I want,' from Grease and when you both saw that you gave each other a look and knew which one you were picking.
By the end when your results came up you cheered and punched the air, practically jumping out you seat. 'Ladypool! God, this felt like my audition for the character all over again,' you wipe pretend sweat from your brows. 'What did you get?'
Hugh showed you his phone. 'Ladypool! I got Ladypool!'
'We're so alike!' you entwined your fingers. Slowly and dramatically the two of you leant in, pretending you were going in for what would have been a very wet kiss before you both pulled back and explained your answers.
You and Hugh with Alison Hammond again!
The interview with the two of you and Alison Hammond was pretty much the two of you flirting and Alison fangirling. Fans couldn't stop editing it together.
'Ok so obviously there's been a lot of competition between the two of you, so we need to settle who's better once and for all,' said Alison. 'So i've got a series of challenges for the two of you to complete but there's a twist.'
'We're naked!' said Hugh causing you to laugh. 'No, sorry.'
Alison handed you both each a boxing glove. 'I want you to put one on each and sign your autographs, which ever is close wins the point.'
'You're on, Jackman,' you said, already sliding your hand into the boxing glove.
Hugh gave you a cocky smile. 'I am so gonna win this, you know why? Cause you've given me a right boxing glove, but i'm left-handed!' he quickly got to scribbling his autograph.
'Fuck!' you cursed, struggling with your own. (It was bleeped out on this morning).
When you handed them both back to Alison it was obvious who the winner was. 'Thanks for this guys, it'll do numbers on Ebay.'
The two of you practically topple on each other with how hard you laugh.
Next you had to try to open a bottle of water with your gloves on and pour it into glasses and try drinking from it, both of which you failed at. Then the two of you just started fighting each other so Alison called it off like she was your teacher in a rowdy class.
'So, as I am a morning presenter, I thought I'd see how good the two of you would be if you had your own Hugh and Y/N morning show- so here's some guards, scoot closer, scoot closer,' said Alison.
The two of you took the cards and moved your chairs together until your thighs were pressed together. You waited for your cue before the two of you began your audition for your own morning show.
Hugh threw his arm around your shoulder, drawing you in.
'No, Hugh,' you denied, 'we must be professional on tv!'
Alison cackled. 'Yeah, you wouldn't do that on tv.'
Hugh looked offended at the both of you. 'We're re-defining what it means!'
You push him off you and hit him with your cards.
Hugh assesses the camera. 'Where's the shot? Above our chests, perfect, so I can do this.' And he puts his hand on your thigh, sprawling it out as you bite your lip to stop the grin.
'I'm taking this audition seriously, Hugh!'
Finally, the two of you start, acting as if it was a real morning show while Alison gave you pointers.
'Did you have a good weekend?' Hugh asked you (in reality all your weekends had been spent in his company) 'What did you get up to?'
You shrug. 'Nothing much.'
'No,' he interrupted causing you and Alison to laugh. 'When I ask a generic how was your weekend, you have to tell me a great funny story that we've set up before. So, Y/N, what did you do on your weekend?'
'I went fishing,' you said the first thing that popped into your head.
'Did you fall in?' he asked.
'I fell in.'
'That's hilarious!' the way he said it and the way he looked into the camera, caring about it just made you laugh so bad. 'Don't go anywhere, we'll see you after the break!' you were still laughing when Hugh wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your neck, making kissing noises and hiding behind the cards.
Even more at the premier
You and Hugh stood next to each other, him keeping an arm around your waist as you both listened to the interviewer ask you questions.
'So, Y/N, we found this interview from 2017 and we thought Hugh might like to take a look at it,' they said, pulling out their phone and clicking on a video.
As soon as it started playing, you knew what it was. 'Oh god.' you hid yourself, turning to Hugh as he watched.
It was the famous heart-rate monitor interview, where, when you saw a picture of a shirtless Hugh Jackman, your heart-rate spiked higher than any other picture.
Hugh was smiling the whole time and beamed at you when the video finished. 'You have that effect on me,' he assured you, leaning his head on top of yours and smiling at the interviewer.
'Y/N, do you still feel that way when you look at him now?' they asked.
'More,' you said, speaking loudly over all the noise. 'I feel it ten times more.'
And fans, anyone, could see how much the two of you were in love. Whether it was just flirting or if it was real, it was there and everyone was happy for you.
As the two of you walked off, the camera followed you. Hugh's head was bowed low, seemingly taking low to you as his arm remained around your waist and yours came up to rub his back up and down. He laughed loudly at something you had said before dropping a kiss to the top of your head and continuing on the journey.
(there probably won't be part three but I'm working on another compilation with you and Hugh)
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employee!matt takes a week off and shows up with a beard
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“our schedule for this month is still in the works, i’ll get back to you guys once i’m done finalising a few more things—” your eyes rake around the conference room, a room that is usually full of your employees and matt.
but since this past week matt hasn’t been around, he took the week off to visit his family in boston. when he came up to you with the request you almost denied it because you thought he was bluffing. his family lives in boston? matt never fails to shock you with small details about his life that you don’t ask for but wouldn’t mind to know.
“and after that, there are a few designs that we’ve got to clear for the launch—” your words get caught in your throat when the door to the room swings open and matt walks in with hurry.
at first glance you didn't recognize him, didn't recognize matt. you had to do a double take, stopping in your tracks as you paced in front of the long ass conference room table.
"matt?" your voice betraying you and letting that out naturally. your eyes squinting in his direction, amused.
"uh.. sorry my car kinda broke down, it was a whole thing and I came home late last night so I woke up late—" matt rambled on but you payed no attention to his words, your mind occupied by his mouth, more specifically his jaw.
he could grow a full beard like that? like i said he never fails to shock you.
his eyes flutter and his words come to a halt when he realizes that you weren't paying any minds to his excuses. his mouth hangs open looking at you with a dumbfounded expression. he doesn't even know what he is doing to you looking like that, standing there looking like a clueless puppy. with a beard.
"are you mad?" he asks softly, the room stands still as the interaction takes place, some people going onto their phones and some looking through their files.
you simply shake your head, wanting nothing but to dismiss everyone and have matt take you right there on the boardroom table.
matt takes a seat silently and fixes his suit before turning his attention to you again.
"I don't think we have anything else to cover for now. kate, get back to me with those reports before five, 'kay?" you spoke looking directly at her and turning around right before she could respond, almost trying to speed up this meeting.
you watched people get out of the room with their laptops and files, some loud sighs and exaggerated breaths were let out but you could care less when matt was right there, picking his briefcase up to make his way out with the others.
"matt." you call out, watching his eyes snap up at you.
people pass by matt and exit the room, leaving just the two of you. it had been a week since you'd seen him and him looking like that didn't help at all.
"yeah?" he tilted his head.
once the last person to get out closed the door behind them and you heard a click, your legs started moving to where matt was stood, you swayed your hips intently, your acrylic nail dragging along the table.
"how was your..trip?" you stood right in front of him, taking in his earthy cologne.
"oh.. it was great, I spent time with my parents and my dog trevor, got to see my brothers after a long time too which was fun I guess.." matt trailed off when he noticed how your eyes were fixated on his jaw.
"like it?" he asked under his breath, wishing you'd say yes because he did grow it out for you. and also because shaving in the office would be a task for him.
your hand reached up to cup his face gently, your thumb stroking his jaw. your eyes looking over his lips and at the small mustache above it.
matt's breathing growing heavier with each passing moment, his heart pacing and cheeks growing red. he loves to have your attention on him this way.
"can i..." he subconsciously leaned down, stating what he wants to do.
“mhm” a small smile tugs onto your lips and you nod before feeling his lips press onto yours. matt’s breath hitched and his body reacted almost immediately. his hands flying to yours hips and pulling you flush against him. your chests pressed and lips moving in favour of each other.
your hand stays on his jaw, pulling on it to feel his stubble graze your skin. your lip liner already smeared across his mouth.
the kiss gets sloppy, matt’s mouth open and sucking yours. his hands trailing behind your hips giving your ass and the back of your thighs a little squeeze, directing you to get up on the table. the beard reflecting in his personality. and you liked it.
he helps you pull yourself up on the table, not breaking the kiss or the contact in anyway.his hands pulling on your hips making you wrap your legs around him. your hands find their way in his hair, fingers tangling and pulling him closer. sloppy sounds filling the huge and empty room.
your body shuffles on the table making a pen fall off it, instinctively both your mouths pull off, eyes darting over to where the pen rolls on the ground. matt turns to you, his mouth hung trying to catch a breath and his lips swollen with your lip combo imprinted on it.
"your office in 10? please? m’missed you.." matt mumbles letting out a whimper, his fingers tugging and toying with the edge of your skirt, eyes big and desperate.
you nod letting out a soft chuckle, bringing your thumb up to wipe the lipstick off his mouth feeling the small and fuzzy hair around it.
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aspenmissing · 4 months ago
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Hiii, are you comfortable with writing something about Reader x Arcane character getting caught while making out? Maybe both of them are really stressed and needed a little distraction at work or in a hidden corner somewhere in the city.
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JAYCE
The weight of the council meeting still lingered in the air, thick and suffocating. Jayce slumped into his chair, one hand dragging through his already-mussed hair, the other tapping mindlessly on the table. Across from him, you mirrored his exhaustion, arms folded as you stared at the mess of blueprints and reports scattered before you.
"This is impossible," Jayce groaned, tilting his head back against the chair. "How do they expect us to solve everything at once?"
You sighed, shaking your head. "They don’t. They just want to watch us try until we collapse."
A humourless chuckle left him as he rolled his shoulders, rubbing at the tension there. His usually confident posture was weighed down with exhaustion, frustration evident in every movement.
The stress had been building for weeks—long meetings, sleepless nights, the pressure of expectation closing in on both of you like a vise. The worst part? You barely had time for each other. Stolen glances, brief touches in passing, but never enough to ease the ache of missing him.
Jayce exhaled sharply, rubbing his face. "Maybe we just need a break. Five minutes. Just… something to clear my head."
Your gaze flickered to him, taking in the way his fingers twitched restlessly on the table, how his broad shoulders seemed so tense, like he was carrying the weight of the world.
"I have an idea," you murmured, standing and rounding the desk.
Jayce barely had time to react before you slid onto his lap, straddling him with ease. His eyes widened slightly, but the second your hands cupped his face, his tension melted like snow in the sun.
"What are you—?" His words were cut off as your lips brushed against his.
A slow, lingering kiss. Not rushed, not desperate—just enough to make him forget, to remind him that he wasn’t alone in this.
A deep hum rumbled in his chest as he kissed you back, slow at first, like he was savouring the taste of you. His fingers skimmed your sides before gripping your waist, pulling you just that much closer. The heat of his touch sent a thrill up your spine.
But when you tangled your hands in his hair, tugging lightly, everything shifted.
Jayce exhaled sharply against your lips, the frustration of the day bleeding into something else entirely. His grip on you tightened as he moved suddenly, one strong arm wrapping around your waist while the other gripped the desk.
The next thing you knew, you were on the table.
Papers and blueprints scattered to the floor as Jayce pushed them aside without a second thought. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them just enough for him to step between them, his body pressing into yours.
"Jayce—" you half-gasped, half-laughed, but he swallowed whatever protest you had with another kiss.
This one was different. Deeper. Desperate.
His lips crashed against yours, stealing the breath from your lungs, his hands pressing into the curve of your back, pulling you against him like he needed this—needed you—more than anything else.
"You're too damn distracting," he murmured against your lips, breathless, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt, skimming the bare skin at your waist.
You smirked, letting your nails drag lightly along the back of his neck. "Funny. I was just about to say the same about you."
His answering chuckle vibrated against your skin before he dipped his head, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. You shivered as his lips found the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, his breath warm against your skin.
"Jayce—" you whispered, fingers curling into the fabric of his coat as his hands wandered, heat pooling in your stomach.
And then—
"Ahem."
You froze.
Jayce’s lips lingered against your skin for a second longer before he stilled, his body going rigid.
Slowly, reluctantly, he turned his head.
Standing in the doorway, arms crossed, was none other than Viktor. His expression was somewhere between exasperated and amused, his golden eyes flicking from you to Jayce and then to the mess of scattered papers on the floor.
"I take it this is your solution to stress management?"
Heat flooded your face as you scrambled to push yourself upright. Jayce stepped back immediately, coughing into his fist while straightening his shirt, trying—failing—to look composed.
Viktor sighed, shaking his head. "By all means, don't let me interrupt your… problem-solving session."
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. Jayce groaned too, dragging a hand down his face, looking anywhere but at Viktor.
Viktor turned to leave but paused just before the door. "I’ll let the council know you’re… preoccupied."
The door shut behind him. Silence stretched between you and Jayce.
Then—
"Of all people, why did it have to be Viktor?" Jayce groaned, dropping his face into his hands.
You bit your lip, barely holding back a laugh as you nudged him. "So… continue?"
Jayce groaned again, but the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him. Maybe stress relief wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
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VIKTOR
The apartment was filled with the soft glow of the city beyond its grand windows. Piltover's skyline stretched high in the distance, golden lamplight flickering against the polished glass, illuminating the intricate brass fixtures that adorned the walls. The faint hum of the Hextech trams outside blended with the quiet ticking of the many clocks and machines scattered around the room. The air smelled of ink, metal, and the faint remnants of Viktor’s tea—long forgotten and cold in its cup.
You sat on the couch, head resting against the cushions, eyes trailing Viktor as he paced. His cane tapped against the floor in a slow, rhythmic beat, his free hand raking through his messy curls as he mumbled under his breath.
“This is not working,” he muttered, exhaling sharply. “If I adjust the schematics for the stabilizer, it offsets the energy balance entirely—”
“Viktor.”
He didn’t seem to hear you.
“Viktor.”
Finally, he stopped pacing, turning towards you with tired, golden-brown eyes. The soft candlelight caught the sharp angles of his face, the deep crease between his brows evidence of long nights spent battling his own mind.
“You need to take a break,” you said, patting the space beside you.
“I cannot afford a break,” he countered, though his voice lacked conviction.
You tilted your head, a smirk playing on your lips. “And what if I make it worth your while?”
His lips twitched, curiosity flickering in his gaze. But before he could overanalyze it, you reached for him, fingers curling around the collar of his shirt as you pulled him down. His breath hitched, but he didn’t resist—if anything, he melted into you, his hands bracing on either side of you as your lips met in a slow, desperate kiss.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t frantic. It was the kind of kiss that unraveled knots in the soul, the kind that softened the weight of sleepless nights and overworked minds. His hand cupped your jaw, fingers tracing along your skin as if memorizing the feel of you.
Viktor sighed into the kiss, his body finally relaxing as he deepened it, stealing another taste of you like a man starved. His fingers tangled in your hair, and you found yourself tugging him closer, lips parting to let him in—
Without breaking the kiss, you shifted, moving to straddle his lap, careful not to put too much weight on him. His breath caught in his throat, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands found your waist, hesitating only for a second before gripping you as if anchoring himself.
“You’re being reckless,” he murmured against your lips, though the amusement in his voice betrayed him.
“I’m being helpful,” you corrected, brushing your nose against his.
He huffed a quiet laugh, his hands sliding up your sides, fingertips teasing along the curve of your back. You could feel the warmth of his skin beneath the fabric of his shirt, the way his pulse quickened beneath your touch.
His lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, then lower, leaving slow, lazy kisses against your throat. You tilted your head to give him more access, fingers threading into his hair, tugging gently. The way he sighed, almost blissfully, sent a shiver down your spine.
“Much better than schematics,” he murmured against your skin.
“Mhm,” you hummed, tracing slow circles into his shoulders. “And much better than pacing yourself into exhaustion.”
He chuckled, low and warm, before reclaiming your lips in another kiss, his fingers pressing into your waist. You could feel the tension melting from his body, the weight of his thoughts momentarily forgotten—
"Oh—oh my GOD!"
You both jolted apart, breathless and wide-eyed as the unmistakable voice of Jayce Talis rang through the apartment.
Viktor turned his head just in time to see his best friend standing in the doorway, hand over his eyes like he’d walked in on something far more scandalous.
“Jayce—!” Viktor’s voice cracked slightly, his cheeks burning as he scrambled to straighten his shirt.
“I— I was coming to check on you because you haven’t answered in hours and I was worried but clearly I was wrong to do so—” Jayce rambled, still shielding his vision.
You covered your face with both hands, mortified. Viktor, on the other hand, exhaled slowly, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he muttered, “For the love of— Jayce, knock next time.”
Jayce made a sound somewhere between an embarrassed chuckle and a strangled cough. “You never close your door! I figured you were just working!”
“Well, clearly, I was busy.”
Jayce groaned. “I hate this. I’m leaving. I’m pretending I never saw this. Have fun— or don’t, actually. Just— I’m leaving!”
With that, he fled, the door slamming behind him.
Silence stretched between you and Viktor. Then, despite everything, a small laugh bubbled from your lips. Viktor shook his head, a quiet chuckle escaping him as well.
“Well,” he murmured, leaning in just enough that his nose brushed against yours, “that was unfortunate.”
You smiled, brushing a stray curl from his face. “Maybe next time we should lock the door.”
He hummed in agreement before pressing another quick kiss to your lips.
“Next time,” he whispered, fingers ghosting along your spine, “I will not be so easily interrupted.”
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JAYVIK
The apartment was supposed to be a place of solace, a refuge from the chaos of Piltover’s ever-demanding scientific advancements. Instead, it had become an extension of the lab—blueprints scattered over the coffee table, half-finished devices blinking with dim light, and a lingering scent of metal and ozone in the air.
Viktor sat hunched over a set of schematics, fingers curled into his hair, while Jayce paced in front of the window, arms crossed, jaw tight. Y/N, squeezed between them on their small shared couch, rubbed her temples, feeling the weight of their collective stress.
“This is getting us nowhere,” Jayce finally muttered, throwing himself onto the couch beside her with a heavy sigh. “We need a break.”
Viktor snorted but didn’t argue. He just leaned back, rolling his stiff shoulders. Y/N looked between them, their exhaustion clear in the droop of their eyes and the tension in their muscles.
“A break,” she echoed, thoughtful. A smirk tugged at her lips before she turned to Viktor first, placing a hand against his cheek to guide him to her. He inhaled sharply, but when she kissed him, his breath softened against her lips.
Jayce chuckled beside them. “Oh, I see what kind of break you mean.”
Y/N barely had time to grin before Jayce tilted her head toward him, catching her lips in a deeper kiss. His hands were warm against her waist, his touch grounding, and when he pulled away, Viktor leaned in, catching Jayce’s mouth in his own.
The stress that had suffocated them melted away between kisses, fingers threading through hair, soft sighs filling the space. Viktor’s hands found Y/N’s hips as she curled into him, and Jayce’s fingers brushed against Viktor’s wrist before cupping the back of his neck, pulling him in again. It was the kind of comfort they all needed, a reminder that despite the frustrations, they had each other. The warmth between them built steadily, deepening with each brush of lips, each squeeze of hands against familiar bodies.
And then the door opened.
“What the—”
All three of them froze.
Caitlyn stood in the doorway, eyes wide, a folder of papers tucked under her arm. Her mouth opened, then shut, then opened again as she took in the sight of all three of them tangled together on the couch, breathless and undeniably caught.
“Uh,” Jayce started, clearing his throat and trying to shift subtly, but Viktor was still half in his lap, Y/N’s fingers still curled in Viktor’s shirt. “We were, um, taking a break?”
Caitlyn blinked. Then smirked. “I can see that.”
Y/N groaned and buried her face in Viktor’s shoulder. Viktor sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead. Jayce just let out a nervous laugh. “You’re, uh… you’re early.”
Caitlyn lifted the folder. “Heimerdinger wanted me to drop these off. But, uh, I’ll just… leave them here.” She set the papers on the counter, giving them all one last amused glance before backing toward the door. “Carry on.”
The door clicked shut, leaving silence in her wake.
Y/N exhaled, pulling away from Viktor’s shoulder to glance between her lovers. “Well. That happened.”
Jayce ran a hand down his face, groaning. “We’re never living this down, are we?”
Viktor, ever the unbothered one, simply chuckled. “I highly doubt this is the most scandalous thing Caitlyn has ever walked in on.”
Y/N smirked, brushing a thumb over Viktor’s cheek. “Guess we’ll just have to get used to locking the door.”
Jayce huffed a laugh and leaned back. “Yeah. Next time, we plan our distractions better.”
“Next time?” Viktor mused, arching a brow.
Y/N grinned. “Oh, definitely.”
Jayce grinned too, leaning his head back against the couch. “You know,” he mused, eyes flicking between the two of them, “I don’t regret it.”
Viktor sighed, shaking his head with an amused smile. “Of course you don’t.”
Y/N nudged him. “Neither do you.”
Viktor huffed a small laugh before conceding. “No. I do not.”
Jayce let out a satisfied hum, looping an arm around both of them. “Then I say we finish our break properly… after we actually lock the door.”
Y/N and Viktor exchanged looks before laughing softly, leaning into his embrace as the tension from the day fully melted away. Even with the inevitable teasing from Caitlyn and whoever she told, they had each other—and that was enough.
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VANDER
The Last Drop was busier than usual, filled with the usual rowdy crowd, the smell of stale ale, and the low hum of conversation. Vander rubbed his temple, exhaustion settling deep in his bones. It had been a long day—dealing with drunken fools who thought they were tougher than they were, extra mouths to feed, and the constant chaos of running the bar.
Y/N was just as exhausted, having spent the day tending to the younger kids and ensuring no one got into trouble. Stress hung between them like a thick cloud, and one knowing glance was all it took before Vander took her by the wrist and led her into the small backroom of The Last Drop.
The moment the door shut behind them, she barely had time to breathe before he was on her, pressing her up against the wooden wall. His large hands gripped her thighs, lifting her with ease as her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. His lips were firm and demanding, the taste of whiskey still lingering on his tongue as he kissed her deeply. She sighed into him, letting the tension of the day melt away, fingers threading through the silver streaks of his beard as he growled low in his throat.
He pressed himself closer, his body flush against hers, trapping her against the wall. The heat between them was undeniable, the way his hands kneaded at her thighs making her breath hitch. His kisses grew more intense, hungry, as his mouth trailed along her jaw, down the column of her throat, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. She gasped softly as his teeth grazed her pulse, a smirk tugging at his lips at the sound.
“Vander,” she breathed, gripping his shoulders tighter. He chuckled against her skin, his hands shifting under her thighs, pressing her higher, closer.
“You always sound so sweet when you say my name like that,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers before diving back in, this time deeper, more desperate. His fingers dug into her hips, grounding himself in the moment as she tugged at the strands of his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.
“You know how to drive me crazy, woman,” he murmured against her lips, his breath warm as he trailed kisses down her neck.
She grinned, tilting her head back to give him better access. “Then maybe I should do it more often.”
She could feel the rumble of his chest as he let out a pleased sigh, savouring her, indulging in her. The tension of the day faded, replaced by something heady, something undeniable—
“Vander?”
The sound sent a jolt through him, and before he could react, his grip on Y/N loosened. With a surprised yelp, she slipped from his hold and landed on the floor with a graceless thud.
Vander winced. “Shit—Y/N, love, you alright?” He knelt quickly, reaching out to help her up, but the glare she shot him had him pausing.
“Do I look alright?” she hissed, rubbing her sore backside. “You dropped me!”
The voice outside knocked again. “Vander?”
He groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. “One second, kid!” He turned back to Y/N, his expression sheepish. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Oh, I know,” she muttered, swatting his hand away and getting up on her own. “You owe me for that.”
Vander sighed, but a small smirk played at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll make it up to ya later.”
“You better.”
Straightening his clothes, he took one last look at her—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and narrowed eyes—and sighed before heading to the door. As soon as he cracked it open, he was met with Vi’s unimpressed face.
“Really?” she deadpanned, arms crossed.
Vander sighed again. “Not a word, Vi.”
She grinned. “Oh, I was gonna say I needed your help with something, but after seeing that? I think I’ll just go tell Enzo instead.”
Vander groaned as she walked off, chuckling to herself, while Y/N simply shook her head behind him.
“We need a better backroom.”
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SILCO
The dim glow of Zaun’s skyline filtered through the blinds of Silco’s office, casting jagged shadows across the room. The scent of smoke and whiskey lingered, mixing with the faint metallic tang of ink and gunpowder.
You sat on the edge of his desk, arms crossed, watching him. He was tense—his fingers pressed against his temples as he reviewed documents, his ever-present cigar smoldering in the ashtray beside him. The weight of the undercity rested heavy on his shoulders, and tonight, it seemed heavier than usual.
“You need a break,” you murmured.
Silco exhaled sharply, a humourless chuckle leaving his lips. “Zaun doesn’t rest, my dear. And neither do I.”
You pushed off the desk and moved toward him, letting your hands rest on his shoulders. He was stiff beneath your touch, his body coiled like a spring, but he didn’t push you away. Instead, he let out a slow exhale as your fingers trailed along his collar, loosening the tension there.
“Then let me help,” you whispered, sliding into his lap.
His mismatched eyes flickered up to meet yours, a silent challenge in them. “Oh?”
You straddled him, resting your hands against his chest, feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of his breath. His hands found your waist, fingers pressing into your hips as if grounding himself. The shift in power between you was intoxicating, a game you both played so well.
His lips found yours, slow and deliberate at first, teasing, testing. But when you tugged at the collar of his vest, pulling him closer, the dam broke. The kiss deepened, rougher, more desperate. A growl vibrated against your lips as he shifted, his hands gripping you tighter before he stood, turning, laying you across the desk in one swift movement.
Papers fluttered to the floor, his knee nudging between your legs as he braced himself above you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, his breath warm against your skin. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his restraint slipping, his need surfacing.
Your hands roamed over his chest, tugging at the buttons of his vest, eager to feel him without the layers between you. Silco’s breath hitched slightly at your insistence, his fingers tightening on your hips in response. The fabric loosened under your touch, the top buttons slipping free as your nails scraped lightly against his exposed skin. He growled against your lips, his mouth trailing down to your jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck.
“You’re playing with fire, love,” he rasped, his voice thick with want.
“Maybe I want to get burned,” you shot back, your fingers slipping lower, pushing the vest further open.
Silco let out a low chuckle, his lips brushing against your ear. “Careful,” he murmured, his hands sliding down your thighs, “I don’t do half-measures.”
“I know,” you whispered, tilting your head as he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss just beneath your jaw. “That’s why I’m here.”
He pressed closer, his weight pinning you against the desk, his lips finding the hollow of your throat. “Always so eager,” he mused, his fingers tracing down your sides, slipping beneath your blouse, teasing the skin beneath. “And so damn tempting.”
Your breath hitched as his teeth scraped lightly against your pulse. “Then stop talking,” you breathed, a smirk curling at your lips. “And do something about it.”
The heat between you was electric, a slow burn that threatened to consume you both. Then, the door slammed open.
Silco didn’t stop—didn’t pull away. His weight remained pressed over you, his breath still warm against your throat. But his head snapped up, his sharp mismatched eyes locking onto the intruder with a deadly glare.
His hand slid to the side, fingers wrapping around the pistol resting beside his ashtray. Without shifting an inch from his place above you, he lifted the gun, aiming it directly at the unfortunate soul who had just interrupted.
“Get. The hell. Out.”
A strangled noise left the intruder’s throat—one of shock and perhaps a touch of fear. They stammered something unintelligible, clearly regretting whatever urgent reason had brought them here.
Silco cocked the gun, his grip steady. “I won’t ask again.”
As the intruder stood frozen in place, your hands continued their work, fingers slowly undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt. You could feel the slight tension in his muscles, the way his breath hitched as your fingers traced over the newly exposed skin.
His grip on the gun didn’t falter, but the slight twitch of his jaw revealed that he was aware—oh, so aware—of your touch. You smirked against his collarbone, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss there, reveling in the contrast between his deadly stillness and the heat rolling between you both.
With a muttered apology, the intruder scrambled backward, slamming the door shut behind them.
Silco exhaled through his nose, his gaze still fixed on the door. Only when the room was silent again did he shift his attention back to you. A slow, dark smirk curled at his lips, his voice low and dangerous.
“Now… where were we?”
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MEL
The grand halls of the Piltover Council shimmered under the golden glow of the chandelier lights. Stately, regal, and intimidating as always. But in that moment, they were also completely empty—except for two figures entangled at the grand council table, right at Mel Medarda’s designated seat.
Mel’s fingers traced slow, languid circles against Y/N’s waist, the warmth of her touch seeping through layers of silk and gold-trimmed fabric. Y/N, half-seated, half-pinned against the polished surface, could feel the cool marble beneath her, a stark contrast to the heat between them. She sighed softly as Mel pressed closer, trapping her in place with the gentle yet commanding presence that made it impossible to think of anything else.
“You’re distracted,” Mel murmured against her lips, voice rich like honeyed wine. “You’re always so serious, my love.”
Y/N let out a breathless chuckle. “Says the woman who orchestrates half of Piltover’s political schemes.”
Mel tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes glinting with amusement. “Exactly. Which is why I know when it’s time to take a break.”
Before Y/N could respond, Mel leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. It was slow, unhurried—an indulgence neither of them could often afford. Y/N melted into it, her hands sliding up to cradle Mel’s face, fingers tracing along the delicate golden ornaments adorning her.
The tension that had been knotting in both their shoulders, the weight of the Council’s never-ending debates, the pressure of expectations—it all faded into the background. For a moment, there was only warmth, only the way Mel sighed into Y/N’s mouth as their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate.
The world outside their little sanctuary ceased to exist.
Until, of course, the sound of a sharply cleared throat shattered the illusion.
They jerked apart, Mel’s regal composure returning in an instant, though her lips were still slightly parted, a single golden brow arched in intrigue. Y/N, on the other hand, felt her face burn as she turned toward the source of their interruption.
Councilor Hoskel stood a few feet away, arms crossed, an expression hovering between scandalized and deeply amused.
“Well,” he said after a pause, “I suppose I should be grateful that at least some of our esteemed members know how to… ‘negotiate’ effectively.”
Mel, utterly unbothered, hummed and tilted her head toward Y/N. “Would you say we reached an agreeable consensus, darling?”
Y/N, still breathless, exhaled a laugh. “I’d say the matter was well settled.”
Hoskel huffed, shaking his head as he turned on his heel. “I saw nothing,” he muttered as he strode off. “And I’ll continue seeing nothing, provided you keep it outside the Council Hall.”
Mel watched him go, then turned back to Y/N with a satisfied smirk. “That’s one way to adjourn a meeting.”
Y/N groaned, burying her face against Mel’s shoulder. “We’re never going to live this down.”
Mel only laughed, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s temple. “Perhaps. But I promise you, my love—it was well worth it.”
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gotaksboyfie · 25 days ago
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Hi I!! I just wanted to say how much I absolutely adore your writing— I may or may not have binged all your stories in one night because I got completely lost in your writing hehe. If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love to make a little request! ❤️
could you please do a sieun x reader where we the reader leaves cute little notes in his textbooks after studying together? :3 I feel like it’d be cute, maybe something like little words of encouragement or small explanations to make some difficult concepts easier !! 🫶🫶
study buddy
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gif creds: @seolinguk
pairing yeon sieun x gender neutral reader
summary you and sieun study together, and have a silent way of communicating with each other
word count ~600
warnings/tags fluff
being rank 2 in the school wasn't all that hard, not with a study partner like yeon sieun.
sieun didn't talk much, was emotionless most of the time, and literally only ate and drank when absolutely necessary. he was a living studying machine.
his methods were more to make studying more efficent—sieun's words, not yours—but you think he's just burning himself into the ground. it can't be healthy, min-maxxing studying like this.. he's already naturally smart, so what the hell is he doing all this for?
he’s focused. intense, even. he rarely speaks unless it’s to ask a question (extreme rare) or point something out. but you can feel his eyes drifting over sometimes, watching the way you take notes with colorful pens, how you underline things with little stars and write silly ramblings in the margins.
still, it was nice to study with him. his neat notes organized everything into sections that made it easier to grasp concepts. not to mention he would never let you slack off—always pushing you to stay on top of it with no break.
you stared blankly at your calculus homework while sieun was already working on his chemistry II work. differential equations made no sense, how did sieun already finish the homework?
"sieun-ah, can i see the homework? and the notes for differential equations?" you sighed, putting your pencil down. the numbers weren't adding up, so might as well refresh on the concept.
you flip through his notebook, and even his handwriting is completely straight. it's looks like he printed it out, but small ink smudges prove otherwise.
tearing off a small pink sticky note, you decide to leave him some encouragement. hopefully he'd enjoy it, and not just toss it out the next day.
fighting!ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ you got this sieunnie ☆
he doesn’t mention it the next day. doesn’t spare a second glance at you. but the note is still there, standing out against the monochrome background.
so you keep going. it turns into a small habit. you start leaving similar messages of encouragement, explanations, and even dumb jokes.
he doesn't react or say anything, but you swear you can see the smallest quirk of his lips as he reads over your latest one.
what's a math's teachers favorite dessert? π (¬‿¬ )
one day, you ask for his notes again to double check something. as you open it, you see all your notes neatly taped side by side on one page.
remember.. even geniuses have to take breaks sometimes! ╮(︶︿︶)╭ go drink some water!
you forgot to plug this rule in, you doofus :P
yeon sieun you want to buy me tteokbokki sooo bad right now ꩜꩜
[bad sketch of him studying] <3
(・_・)! i did not know you could solve it like that..
you laugh to yourself. it was silly, just a few lines scribbled in messy ink and hidden between practice problems. but he saved them. all of them. and maybe he didn’t know how to say things aloud, but the way he kept your words close made your heart flutter.
sieun's ears were dusted pink as you handed it back to him, and his face looked slightly embarrassed.
you opened your own notebook to see a ripped piece of paper with writing on it. there's no way, right?
Thank you.
you glance up and his head ducks down quicky, eyes fixed on anything but you. (so much for being subtle sieun..)
you read over the note again. it was just two words, but they felt like thousands—especially since they were coming from sieun.
maybe studying wasn't so bad with him around.
fin
a/n so short im sorry😭
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mirisss · 17 days ago
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Poly! Enha with their katseye member gf
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OT7 Enhypen x member of Katseye! female! reader
Wordcount ≈ 2.9k
Warnings: (Y/n) being clumsy, mentions of blood (no one actually bleeding though), food, I think that’s it. 
Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it!
Please reblog and comment!
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Third Person POV
It was a chill night in the Enhypen dorm. Heeseung and Jake were deep into a co-op shooter, eyes glued to the screen, barking commands and occasionally elbowing each other for missing shots. Jungwon and Jay had gone quiet with books in hand, though Jay kept highlighting things with unnecessary intensity like he was doing thesis work. Sunghoon and Sunoo were side-by-side on the floor, debating which jacket color looked better on their favorite fashion site. And Ni-ki, wrapped in a hoodie like a human burrito, was flopped on the beanbag, scrolling through TikTok with one hand and eating chips with the other.
Until he stopped mid-chew. “Wait,” he whispered, blinking at his screen. A video had popped up on his For You Page titled: “Katseye’s (Y/n) being unhinged on live for 13 minutes straight ft. the girl group barely surviving her 💅🔥😭” He smirked, thumb tapping instantly. Only ten seconds in and he was already giggling.
By the thirty-second mark, he knew he couldn’t gatekeep this gold. Without warning, Ni-ki tapped his phone screen and cast the video to the TV, interrupting Heeseung and Jake’s game in dramatic fashion. “NIKI!” “BRO WHAT THE-” “Shut up! You need to see this,” Ni-ki grinned, eyes wide. “It’s (Y/n). It’s chaos.” The room’s energy shifted immediately.
[Clip 1]
(Y/n) is seen in a hotel bathroom with Katseye’s Megan and Lara, trying to film a skincare routine. But instead of applying toner normally, (Y/n) yells, “This is how you awaken your soul!” and slaps the toner onto her cheeks with both hands. Hard. SLAP! Megan screams, “YOU’RE GONNA BRUISE YOUR FACE!” Lara collapses laughing off-camera. 
Jake choked on his drink. “Why is she hitting herself like a cartoon character?” Sunoo nodded seriously. “She really said: beauty through violence.”
[Clip 2]
Daniela is calmly trying to show fans how she makes her matcha, when (Y/n) walks behind her in a dinosaur onesie yelling, “BREAKING NEWS: GREEN BEVERAGE SUMMONS FOREST SPIRITS.” Daniela doesn’t flinch. “You’re so loud it’s honestly impressive.”
Jungwon cracked a smile. “The way Daniela didn’t even react. That’s true friendship.” Jay blinked. “I’ve never seen someone this unbothered by spiritual summoning.”
[Clip 3]
Katseye is live from their dorm kitchen. (Y/n) tries to flip a pancake, and it lands on the ceiling. “…that was intentional,” she says. Sophia gasps, “WHY IS IT STILL STICKING??” Manon: screaming in French
Sunghoon raised a brow. “Is that why she texted me ‘don’t eat the ceiling pancake’ last week?”
[Clip 4]
Yoonchae is trying to teach (Y/n) a simple dance move. (Y/n) trips over her own foot and rolls completely off camera. Katseye’s group chat name on-screen: “Support Group for (Y/n)’s Victims 💔”
Heeseung was laughing so hard he leaned on Jake for support. “I can’t breathe. Who allowed her to be an idol? I mean I love her, but damn is she clumsy,” 
[Clip 5]
(Y/n) deadpans into the camera while holding a plushie. “This is Peepo. He saw me eat an entire jar of pickles at 3am. He will never recover.” Megan in the background: “Neither will we.”
Jay sighed, shaking his head with a reluctant smile. “How is she both terrifying and adorable?”
[Clip 6]
The girls are doing a livestream Q&A. A fan asks: “Who’s the funniest member?”
Before anyone can answer, (Y/n) dramatically falls out of her chair yelling, “ME, OBVIOUSLY!” Everyone else just stares in exhausted silence. Daniela: “Every day I lose brain cells.” Lara: “I respect the confidence.” Yoonchae: “Please help us.”
[Clip 7]
(Y/n) finishes the live by yelling, “Thank you for coming to my TED Talk on why I should be banned from going live after 10pm!” The Katseye girls chant: “CHAOS! CHAOS! CHAOS!” Megan tosses a plush crown on her head: “Our gremlin queen.”
The screen fades out with dramatic black-and-white footage of (Y/n) walking away from the camera with oversized sunglasses and the text: “TO BE CONTINUED… probably by accident.”
The room was silent for two seconds. Then chaos erupted. “She’s a menace and I love her.” Jake said as he laughed loudly. “This is why we can’t take her anywhere public,” Heeseung followed, holding a hand on Jake’s shoulder as he laughed. “She needs to be studied. Or praised. Or both,” Sunoo continued. “Is she trying to give me a heart attack? Because it’s working.” Jay said, bothing meaning he’s getting a heart attack from worrying and from her cuteness. “Okay but her comedic timing is elite.” Jungwon said. “She’s going to livestream our wedding and set the cake on fire, isn’t she?” Sunghoon asked, followed by Niki who just answered: “CEO of Chaos. No lies detected.”
They watched the compilation two more times. Jake leaned back with a proud grin. “That’s our girlfriend, guys.” Jay snorted. “God help us all.” 
The boys had eventually drifted back into their usual activities after the chaotic compilation, though with more side comments about (Y/n) being the embodiment of a human tornado.
Knock knock knock knock-knock. The signature rhythm. They all froze for a second, then smiled. “She’s here,” Jungwon said, already sounding fond. Sunghoon got up immediately, already pulling the door open before she could knock again. There she stood, hair a little windblown, hoodie half-zipped over her dancewear, phone in one hand and a bag of snacks in the other.
”Hoonie!” she greeted him cheerfully, stepping right past like she lived there, well because, honestly, she kind of did. Her energy hit the dorm like a sugar rush: sudden, loud, and completely unstoppable.
“Ughhh, remind me never to laugh during practice again.” She kicked off her sneakers, one nearly hitting the shoe rack. “Our choreographer nearly threw her clipboard at me! Okay, maybe not threw, but she looked like she wanted to.”
The boys chuckled as she made her way into the living room, talking a mile a minute, hands gesturing wildly as she flopped onto the couch beside Sunoo, accidentally almost clocking him in the face. “Hey! Watch the face! Precious idol visuals here!” Sunoo yelped, dodging expertly. “Sorry! Sorry!” (Y/n) said, not sounding very sorry as she kept flailing.
“It’s not my fault that move looks like you’re trying to summon a sea demon!” She got up and did the move, flinging her arms out dramatically. “Like this,‘RISE, DEMON SQUID!’”
Jake, already laughing, scooted over and pulled her into his side, arms wrapping tightly around her. “I missed you.” His voice was low, warm against her ear, and it cut through her ramble like a sigh of relief. She smiled, softly, briefly, then leaned into him, letting herself rest there for a second before she resumed talking again like a record on loop.
“Oh, and Yoonchae tripped during a turn and took out Sophia like a bowling pin, and Daniela dropped her mic during rehearsal and it hit Lara in the foot who then stepped on my foot which made me turn around and kind of push Manon so she fell yelling what I think was my name, and with her fall, Manon accidentally grabbed Megan's hair causing her to fall over to, it was pure chaos. Katseye is falling apart. We need snacks. And a nap. But mostly snacks,”
“You brought snacks,” Sunghoon pointed out, watching her fondly from the armrest he’d perched on. “I always bring snacks,” she replied proudly, tossing the bag on the coffee table. “It’s called survival.” Heeseung reached for the chips like a vulture. “Survival for us too, apparently.”
Jay finally looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow. “Did you get scolded for the laughing or the dancing, exactly?” “Both!” she said with zero shame. “But mostly the laughing. And maybe the squid demon arms. I swear it wasn’t that dramatic in my head-”
“It never is,” Jungwon muttered playfully under his breath. (Y/n) pouted at him. “I feel judged.” “We just watched you hit yourself with a mic stand on livestream. You’re lucky we don’t wear body armor when you visit,” Ni-ki said, but he was grinning as he tossed her a cushion for her feet.
Jake kept his arm around her, pressing a kiss into her temple. “Still missed you, demon squid arms and all.” She turned to look at him, finally still for half a second. “I missed you guys too.” And though she said it simply, casually, the way her voice softened made all seven boys glance up, quietly aware of how much they adored her, chaos and all.
About thirty minutes later, the dorm had mellowed into a low hum again, Jake half-asleep with a throw pillow over his face, Ni-ki and Heeseung now arguing over which anime had the best fight scenes, and Sunghoon scrolling through something fashion-related with one earbud in.
Jay, ever the responsible one, stood up with a small sigh and stretched. “Alright. I’m making something,” he said, heading toward the kitchen. He glanced back over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at (Y/n), who was still cuddled into the couch, now munching on one of the chips from earlier. “You haven’t eaten anything proper today, right?”
She winced sheepishly. “I had a little water.” “And?” “…half an apple?” “And?” “…a grape-flavored candy?” she offered, voice going small. Jay blinked slowly. “That’s a crime. Sit tight, I’m fixing it.”
He disappeared into the kitchen, pulling ingredients from the fridge with the practiced efficiency of someone who’d had to cook for seven chaotic men multiple times. It didn’t take long before the sound of chopping and the smell of sizzling garlic filled the dorm. (Y/n) peeked her head over the back of the couch, then quietly slipped away from Jake’s hold, earning a sleepy, half-mumbled “Babe, where you going?” from him. “Kitchen,” she whispered, patting his head. “Smells like someone loves me in there.” Jake groaned but let her go, flipping onto his back dramatically.
When she padded into the kitchen, Jay was focused, sleeves rolled up, brows slightly furrowed as he cut vegetables with clean, precise movements. “Need help, chef?” she asked, already reaching for the knife block. Without looking, he calmly said, “Nope.” “C’mon, I can do it, just a little!” He turned just in time to see her grab the knife confidently, upside down. “(Y/n), no.” He was by her side in two seconds, gently taking it from her hands. “But-” “You’re not losing a finger on my watch,” he said with a fond sigh. “You look cute, but I’ve seen you trip over nothing. Sit.” He patted the countertop, and she hopped up without protest, swinging her legs playfully.
From her new perch, she watched him move effortlessly around the kitchen. Every few moments, as he passed by her to grab another ingredient or adjust the stove, he would pause. And then, lean in to kiss her. On the cheek. On the forehead. On the corner of her mouth. Each time was soft, unhurried, and casual, like second nature.
And each time, she giggled. “You keep doing that, I might melt into the backsplash,” she teased, voice warm. Jay smirked without looking up from the pan. “Then I’d have to clean you up. Not happening.”
He added noodles into a pot, stirred the sauce gently, then came back for a small taste. While he did, he stood between her knees, resting one hand on her thigh, leaning in once again. “Princesses don’t cook, anyway.” He kissed her again, just below her ear. She let out a soft, contented sigh, arms loosely looping around his shoulders. “You always take such good care of me.” He looked up at her, eyes softer now, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Of course I do.” He bumped his forehead against hers. “You deserve it.” In that tiny kitchen, under warm lights and the scent of garlic and soy sauce, with Jay moving gently around her like she was the center of his universe, it was easy to believe it.
Once Jay announced that dinner was ready, (Y/n) hopped off the counter with a proud, “Chef Jay, you are saving lives tonight,” and helped bring the food to the table. “Boys!” she called out toward the living room, hands cupped around her mouth. “Come eat before I start without you!” That was enough motivation. The stampede was immediate.
Jake and Ni-ki almost tripped over each other trying to get through the hallway first. Heeseung abandoned his game mid-round. Jungwon placed his book down neatly, unlike Sunghoon, who tossed his tablet onto the couch with zero regard for battery life. Sunoo had already been hovering near the kitchen door like a cat, waiting. Then came the real battle.
“I’m sitting next to her.” “No, I am!” “You sat next to her last time!” “That was movie night. This is dinner. Different rules!” (Y/n) just stood there, watching the chaos unfold like a queen surveying her court. Eventually, with a dramatic sigh, she clapped once. “Children! Settle down.”
Despite the commotion, it was Heeseung and Sunoo who snagged the prized seats, one on each side of her. “How do you guys always win?” Jake groaned, dramatically flopping into the seat across from her. “Manifestation,” Sunoo said, flipping his hair. “And divine favor.” As everyone tucked in, Jay took his usual seat across the table, subtly watching to make sure (Y/n) was eating enough. She didn’t need the extra pressure, though; her first bite had her humming in delight.
“Jay, this is amazing.” “Right? He snapped,” Jungwon said, already going in for seconds. And then came the pampering. Heeseung leaned over every few minutes to offer her a bite from his chopsticks. “Here. Try this one, mine’s got more sauce.” Sunoo would follow a moment later, gently dabbing the corners of her mouth with a napkin like a meticulous stage mom. “There, don’t want you looking like a food fight survivor.” Then he’d quietly refill her glass whenever it dipped below halfway full.
She leaned back a bit, mock-sighing with a smile. “I should come over more often. You guys really know how to treat a girl right.” “You absolutely should,” Heeseung said instantly. “Agreed,” Jay added without looking up from his bowl. “We could just keep her,” Jake said, half-joking. “Like, permanently.” “We’d have to build her a room,” Jungwon said, tapping his chopsticks against his lip in fake contemplation. “We’ll just kick out Jake or Ni-ki. Problem solved.”
Jake nearly choked on his rice. “Hey!” Ni-ki, mid-bite, looked up and frowned. “I vote we kick you out, Jungwon.” “Bold of you to assume you have a vote,” Jay added with a straight face. “If I’m getting kicked out, I’m taking the rice cooker with me,” Jake said defiantly, earning a chorus of gasps. (Y/n) giggled as she leaned her head against Heeseung’s shoulder briefly, while Sunoo dramatically clutched her hand like a wounded prince. “So much drama. And I haven’t even finished my plate.” The room was loud, the air filled with the sound of clinking chopsticks, overlapping conversations, laughter, and the occasional dramatic gasp or shout.
~~~
The dorm had shifted into its nighttime rhythm: lights dimmed, conversations quieter, the soft hum of showers running, and the rustle of blankets as everyone started settling in. With a long day awaiting them all, it was finally time to wind down.
In the bathroom, (Y/n) stood in front of the sink brushing her teeth, trying to sway a little to the lo-fi music playing from someone’s speaker in the hallway. Wrapped around her back like a sleepy koala was none other than Sunghoon, arms around her waist, chin resting lazily on her shoulder, and a toothbrush dangling from his mouth as he half-heartedly went through the motions.
“You’re not even brushing,” she mumbled through her toothpaste. “I ammm,” he whined, the words slurring slightly from the brush. “I’m multitasking. Hugging and brushing.” “Barely,” she said with a giggle, bumping her shoulder into his lightly.
She was dressed in a shirt that unmistakably belonged to Ni-ki, the hem nearly reaching mid-thigh, and a pair of Jungwon’s grey sweatpants, cuffed at the bottom so she wouldn’t trip over them. The waistband was rolled twice, but they still hung loosely on her frame.
When Ni-ki passed by the open bathroom door, intending to grab his water bottle, he paused. And blinked. Then blinked again. “You’re wearing my shirt.” (Y/n) nodded, foaming at the mouth with toothpaste. “Mmhm.” He stared for a second too long. Then he turned around, smacked his hand against the wall, and whispered to himself, “She’s so cute it’s physically painful.”
“You okay, Ni-ki?” Jungwon asked, poking his head out of the nearby room. Ni-ki just shook his head, muttering, “It’s the shirt. It’s doing things to me. I need to lie down.” Meanwhile, Jungwon’s gaze dropped to the pants. “Are those mine?” (Y/n) spat into the sink and smiled at him sweetly. “Yep.”
He crossed his arms and tried to act stern, but the corners of his lips were twitching. “You steal from all of us. Equal opportunity thief.” “I’m a collector,” she corrected. “Of oversized boyfriend merchandise.” Sunghoon, still half-asleep behind her, let out a content hum. “You can have all my hoodies. Forever. Just let me sleep like this.”
(Y/n) was then gently pulled between Heeseung and Ni-ki into one of the beds, Heeseung already half-snoring, Ni-ki dramatically wrapping the blanket over her with the precision of a five-star hotel turndown service. She nestled in, wearing their clothes, surrounded by warm limbs, familiar breathing patterns, and the occasional sleepy mumble, this must be heaven she thought before falling asleep. 
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cherryyluvs · 2 months ago
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' Things We Don’t Talk About ! '
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⋆₊˚⊹♡ ───〃★Mark G. x fem!reader | Content. kinda soft kinda filthy, fingering, masturbation, reader fantasizes about Mark, reader gets very wet (messy finish), gooning to mark.
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It’s been 3 days since you and Mark have had that ‘practice kiss.' Can't stop your brain from replaying that moment , at least 500 times. The way his lips felt, how he looked at you after the kiss, and how hot you felt with his knee in between your legs. 
It felt so electric but now? Since that night, things between you and Mark have been... weird. Awkward. Off. 
The two of you would send each other memes and reels. But he would only just react to your reels with a thumbs up here, a laughing emoji there. Nothing much. 
You sighed, curled up under your blankets
You hate how much you miss him. You pretended not to care about him avoiding you, but of course your friends see right through you.
“Okay, spill,” one of them says, her voice low as you sit on facetime. “You made out with Mark Grayson. Mark, your boy best friend!”
“Shut up,” you groaned, covering your face up with a pillow. “I’m just saying!” she giggled. “Besties don’t do stuff like that.”
On the bottom of the screen, your other friend munched loudly on Hot Cheetos, “Did he taste good thoughhh?”
“GIRL!” you shrieked, smacking your forehead with the phone. “Yes—! He tasted like mint and, something else? I don’t know how to describe it but I haven't stopped thinking about it.”
She gasped dramatically. “Oh girrlieee. You’re in deep.” You groaned again, kicking your legs under the blankets. “It was supposed to be a practice kiss, and now I can’t even look at him without my brain malfunctioning.” 
Your other friend , Aaliyah, rolled over, grinning at the camera. “Okay but like... his knee? Between your thighs? That’s not practice. That’s intentional. he knew exactly what he was doing.”
“It felt so good but deadass i didn’t know what to do with myself,” you mumbled, voice muffled into your sleeve.
Aaliyah snickered. 
Valentina spoke up, “He likes you, there's no way he doesn’t. I bet he’s laying in his bed right now thinking about your soft glossy lipss.”
Before you could fuss on her, Aaliyah cuts you off. 
“Okay okay okay,” Holding up a hand. “Real question. Do you like him? Or was it just the heat of the moment?”
You were quiet for a second. 
“I think I’ve always liked him,” you admitted quietly , voice small. “I just… didn’t realize it until he kissed me.”
Both your friends made that soft "awww" sound at the same time, which somehow made it worse. "I don’t know what to do.” you whispered.
“Step 1,” Aaliyah said, “Breathe. Step 2: don’t overthink it. Step 3: maybe… flirt a little? And see what else happens.”
Valentina grinned. “Or just kiss him again. But, you know, casually.”
“Casual tonguee,” Aaliyah added.
You groaned and ended the call. 
That call ended over two hours ago, the house was now quiet. In your bed, tangled in your sheets.  you tried distracting yourself—scrolled aimlessly, rewatched your favorite shows but none of it had worked. 
You hated how your thoughts kept drifting back to Mark. To the way his lips felt. The weight of him. His knee between your thighs. 
Jesus. The ache between your legs was unbearable. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to ignore it. You turned on a video, something you wouldn’t usually click on, something explicit just to get him off of your mind. 
The audio from the porn video plays quietly through your earbuds—moaning, slick sounds, wet kisses. You couldn't help yourself but paint images of him, and how he would push your thick thighs apart with such ease, his low groans, lips against your neck, tongue in your mouth. You close your eyes, letting yourself get completely lost in thoughts.
Your hand drifted past your waistband, feeling your damp panties, you gasped, already wet. Embarrassingly so.
Pushing them aside, you slide your fingers through your slick folds, gasping at the sensation. 
Breathing heavy, hips lifting off the bed from way your body responded to just the thought of him. Of what it would feel like if he touched you like this. If he took control. If he kissed his way down your body and looked up at you with those eyes that make it hard to breathe.
Biting your lips, feeling your gummy walls clenching around your fingers, so tight and warm.
Fingers moving faster, pumping them in and out at a steady pace, feeling yourself getting closer to finishing. 
You barely had time to react when it happened — the sudden wetness that gushed out of you, soaking the sheets beneath. You blinked, stunned. Who knew you would make such a mess. 
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Mark’s been losing sleep. He hadn’t even kissed a girl like that before. Not like… that.. Not you.
He was staring up at his ceiling, headphones on and music playing low. His phone buzzed, a text from you. It was another funny reel , Mark couldn't help but crack a smile when clicking on it. 
Tapping the screen and reacting with an emoji, this was stupid. He can't bring himself to talk to you. No conversations, no words, no nothing.
He was still thinking about,
You.
On his bed.
Blushing, that quiet little “okay.”
And your thighs.
The way they shifted when his knee slipped in right between them.
The way your lips felt like everything.
Mark covered his face with both hands.
“God, what the hell was I thinking…”
William had tried talking to him earlier, 
“You haven’t said a single word to her in person since that night,” William says casually over burgers “You made out with your best friend and ghosted her? Not cool.”
Mark just grumbled. “We were just… messing around.”
“Uh-huh, Sure.” William wasn’t buying it. “Bet she’s thinking about it too. Girls don’t just let you get between their thighs unless there’s something there.” 
That sentence echoed in his head for the rest of the day. Mark groaned and rolled over, yanking his pillow over his face. 
Your breath on his lips.
The sound you made when he kissed down your jaw.
The taste of that lip gloss he swore he hated but couldn't stop thinking about.
Thinking about your mouth, how soft you were. How warm. How easy it would be to press you down into his bed again, only slower this time. More. He’d take his time. See what your lips taste like when you arent nervous and fumbling.
His hand slid under the blanket.
But before he could give in to it, his phone buzzed again. This time the text wasn't from you it was.. Eve??
EVE: hey, you up?
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illusioninfnty · 2 years ago
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is this seat taken? ↠ day 4 ; cockwarming
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↠ "red haired" shanks x reader
fandom: one piece word count: 1k warnings: nsfw 18+, public sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie
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“Another round on me, little lady!”
Pirates swarm Partys Bar as you scramble to serve everyone at once. Makino occasionally requested your help whenever she knew it would get busy, and each time you happily obliged. However, the pirate crew was rowdier than usual today, and it seemed as though you couldn’t catch a break.
“I’ll be right with you!” You call out to the pirate as you rush to sweep up some broken glass that was dropped by one of the piss-ass drunk crew members. 
As you pass by, you feel a calloused hand skim the back of your ass. You don’t even have to look behind you to know exactly who it belongs to—Shanks.
You and Shanks have done some things in the past, mostly involving him dragging you away to fuck you when he was pumped up on adrenaline from his time at sea.
You ignore his advances this time, too focused on trying to cater to all of his crew. But the second time you’re forced to pass him, serving more rounds of whiskey to his men, he wraps an arm around the back of your thighs and pulls you towards him.
“Shanks!” You gasp. He paws at your ass from his seat on the stool, kneading the soft flesh as laughs at your surprised expression. “I’m supposed to be working!”
He rolls his eyes. “Makino doesn’t even pay you. Take a break with me.”
You finally comply, silently agreeing that you were working way harder than you wanted to be. Makino was busy with patrons at the other side of the bar, and most of the pirates that you were catering to were either passed out or too drunk to comprehend anything.
Shanks settles you into his lap as he brings his lips to yours. He cups your face with hand as you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into him. His warmth envelopes you as you play with the ends of his hair while he caresses your backside.
“I want to try something,” Shanks mumbles into your neck as you pull away for some air.
You hum, encouraging him to continue.
“Let me put my cock in you.”
You freeze. Out of all the things he could have said, that was the last thing on your mind.
“Shanks, we’re in public! In—in front of your crew!” You whisper through clenched teeth and look around frantically, hoping no one heard him.
He sighs, a crease forming between his brow. “Not like that. I’m not going to fuck you now. Just…let it rest in there.” He starts to trail kisses down your neck. “It’ll feel good for both of us.”
“But what if they see?” you ask shakily, your hands grasping onto his broad shoulders for support.
Shanks grabs your chin and turns your head to face him. “C’mon, babe. Everyone’s already slurring their speech. They won’t be able to remember anything come tomorrow morning. And if they do, then they just know you belong to me.”
You bite your lip, chewing on it as you get lost in thought. His words had a wave of heat surging through your body, but you still had to think rationally about what you were about to do. It was risky, but it may just be worth it.
“Alright,” you confirm. Shanks grins heartily, smile lines becoming prominent around his eyes. You move your body so that it covers his front, and you start to slowly remove his cock from their breaches. Through his pants you can already feel how hard he was, pulsing through the material.
You pull your skirt up slightly and push your underwear to the side. You dip your fingers inside yourself, not surprised to feel that you were already wet. You lower yourself onto Shanks as he hisses, his cock throbbing as you slowly guide him inside of you.
Fully seated on his lap now, you adjust your skirt so that it covers where the two of you remain connected. 
“There we go,” he soothes. “Nice and full, huh?” You whine and give him a curt nod, trying to stop your body from reacting from the amount of pleasure surging through it at that moment. No one seems to notice what the two of you were doing, but it still sends a thrill down your spine.
You continue to kiss him as you clench down onto cock. He groans at the sensation, pleasing you even more. Shanks runs his hand down to your lower stomach, stroking the area.
“You feel me in there?”
His large hand continues to rub circles in the area, pressing down in spots that make you gasp. You can feel him in there—so much more than usual, now that he’s not pumping in and out. It feels more intimate with him like this, and you lean into his chest as your walls continue to tighten.
You begin to shift ever-so-slightly on top of Shanks and arch into him as he groans into your lips and stills your hips with his hand. “You’re killing me, baby.” 
You laugh, and your pussy clenches around him even more. 
“Won’t be able to last any longer,” he pants and burrows his face into your neck.
“Good,” you tease, smirking as you see his eyes heat up. His cock pulsates, and his orgasm is silent, the only indicator being the clench of his jaw and the slight quiver in his brow.
“Hey, I need some help over here!” Makino’s voice rings throughout the bar, and suddenly you’re brought back to reality, remembering just exactly where you were and what kind of situation you were in. You remove yourself from Shanks’ lap, shuddering at the sudden heat from him leaving your body.
“Coming!” You say, slapping Shanks in the leg as he snickers behind you.
You adjust your skirt, ignoring the cum that starts to leak out of you as you scurry to help Makino with the bar patrons. The whole time, you can feel Shanks’ eyes follow you.
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waitineedaname · 10 months ago
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i was thinking my little thoughts while falling asleep last night, and a concept occurred to me: what if binghe learned about the system not from shen qingqiu, but from shang qinghua
look, he likes shang qinghua alright. he's pretty disinterested in p much anyone who isn't shen qingqiu, but on the list of People Luo Binghe Tolerates, shang qinghua is relatively high. he gave him advice on wooing sqq, after all, and sqq likes his company, so binghe tolerates his shang-shishu
but the thing is, shang qinghua is a spy. has been for decades. binghe knows this. really, everyone knows this at this point, which isn't a great look for a spy, but still. and since shang qinghua is a spy for mobei-jun, who is a subordinate for luo binghe, then technically shang qinghua is also working for him, but you don't get to the position of demon emperor without a healthy amount of suspicion for everyone in your court
so he decides to test shang qinghua a little bit. nothing major, just a little poking around in his dreams. he starts out with a subtle touch, just sifting through his memories. most of it is what he expected. he sees his time on an ding as a disciple and then later as peak lord, he sees him working for mobei-jun. he sees mobei-jun in some compromising situations, which he files away for later, and then sees him in an entirely different flavor of compromising situations, and binghe immediately decides to act like he never saw that
then he decides to take a more direct approach and starts nudging the dreams in other directions, to see how he might react to certain scenarios, test his loyalty. he expects shang qinghua to act cowardly, or bluff his way through a situaton, maybe even draw his sword if pushed far enough
what he doesn't expect is for shang qinghua to frown at the changes luo binghe made and go "I didn't write it like this"
what
binghe is so bewildered by that response that he loses his grip on the dream for a second, and before he knows it, shang qinghua has spun the dream scenario back into the way the scene originally played out. he steps back and looks satisfied. "there we go," he says. "that's how it went. you know, if I'd known I'd be dealing with this scene myself, I would've written it differently"
what the hell does that mean?
fascinated, luo binghe continues to test him. most of the time, when he toys with someone's dream, they're completely unaware of the changes. shang qinghua, despite not seeming aware that he's lucid dreaming, seems very aware of how each scene should go. except for, strangely, many of the scenes that binghe himself was in. binghe pulls up one from his disciple days, one of the times he remembered shang qinghua coming to qing jing on some errand. he hadn't even changed anything yet, had just let the dream version of his younger self launch himself at shizun in a tacklehug, but shang qinghua tsks and takes the reins from him before he can make any edits. "sorry bing-ge, but that was just way too out of character," shang qinghua says. the dream copy of luo binghe's younger self is sent further away, watching the peak lords with a sullen gaze. he's skinnier than binghe remembers being at this age, and one of his eyes is swollen with a purple bruise. that doesn't make any sense, luo binghe thinks. he hadn't been beaten on qing jing peak for years at this point.
the shen qingqiu beside shang qinghua in the dream stands with his back straight as a ruler, and when his gaze lands on luo binghe, he sneers behind his fan. shang qinghua sighs. "cucumber-bro really wasn't as good of an actor as he thought he was. he's way too soft to ever seem like the original goods."
alarmed, luo binghe dispels the dream and steps out of it entirely. sure, he knows shen qingqiu's personality changed almost overnight when he had that qi deviation. everyone knew that. he avoided questioning it much, unwilling to look a gift horse in the mouth when it meant having a shizun that cared for him
but shang qinghua. shang qinghua seems to know something more about shen qingqiu's personality change. something he's not sharing. luo binghe didn't like the idea that one of his subordinates could be hiding something as vital as this from him
well, this had been a test of his spy's loyalties, hadn't it? perhaps he should make a visit to an ding. he had some questions.
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thedraculacat · 3 months ago
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Forbidden Hours ೃ⁀⤵
sebastian sallow x reader
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synopsis: sneaking into the restricted section with sebastian is supposed to be about finding some book- but when you're forced to hide, pressed against each other, you realize this was never about books at all.
w/c: 700
The library is nearly totally silent at this hour, except for the distant soft crackling of torches against stone. You know you shouldn't be here- especially not at this hour, not with him- but Sebastian Sallow has a way of making bad ideas sound like the best ones you've ever had.
"You're positive we won't get caught?" you whisper, following him through the towering bookshelves in the Restricted Section. The forbidden books seem to close the space around you, their worn spines holding secrets you know no student should meddle with.
Sebastian casts you a look over his shoulder, his grin sharp and far too confident. “Have I ever let you down before?”
You sigh. “That’s not really an answer.”
He chuckles under his breath, leading you deeper in the dimly lit section of the library. The two of you have done plenty of reckless things together, but this feels different. The secrecy- he hadn’t even told Ominis about this- the stolen glances, and his insistence… Something about tonight is heavier, charged in a way you can’t quite put your finger on yet.
“You still haven’t told me what we’re looking for yet,” you say, watching him scan the shelves as if the answer might be spelled out in the books. “A book of dark secrets? A spell to make Ominis finally laugh?”
Sebastian chuckles under his breath. “Something like that.”
You continue forward, only half convinced, until a sound makes you both freeze- footsteps.
Panic surges through you as you whip your head around. “Sallow, we’re going to get caught,” you whisper.
Sebastian grabs your wrist, tugging you sharply behind a massive bookshelf. You barely have time to react before he’s pressing close, his breath warm against your cheek, his body caging you between him and the wall. Every nerve in your body lights a fire from the proximity, the way his fingers flex slightly on your hip as if he’s considering something.
“Maybe I just needed an excuse to get you alone.”
You lift your eyebrow, lips curling in amusement. “Oh, is that so?” Your voice is steady, teasing. “You couldn’t think of anything better than dragging me into a restricted part of the castle? Bit unoriginal, don’t you think?”
Sebastian’s smirk deepens, his hand on your hip tightening ever so slightly. “I don’t know… Seems to be working rather well, don’t you think?”
You tilt your head, your confidence holding up despite the heat pooling in your stomach. “Oh, absolutely. I’ve always dreamed of a romantic getaway next to cursed books and an unhinged librarian.” Your voice drops into something softer, more challenging. “You’ll have to do better than this, Sallow.”
His gaze flickers to your lips, darkening in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. Slowly, he lifts his free hand to your chin, thumb dragging across the soft skin of your bottom lip. His touch is light, his gaze never straying from the movement. You can feel your cheeks warming, the heat between the two of you reaching a breaking point, and yet, you stay exactly where you are.
"Sebastian, why are we here, really?" you murmur.
His fingers tighten slightly on your hip. “Shh,” he hushes, barely parting his lips to form the sound. 
The silence stretches as your eyes meet, as if the air itself is charged with something more than just avoiding getting caught. Then, before you can think- before you can even breathe- he crashes his lips against yours.
The kiss is searing, all heat and desperation, like he’s been holding back for far too long. His fingers slide to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. 
You don’t resist- not when he taste like something forbidden, something intoxicating. Your hands find his robes, gripping tightly to steady yourself as he presses you further into the wall, molding against you like he never wants to let go.
Time fails to exist. There is only Sebastian, only the way he is kissing you like he needs you to breathe. Your head spins, your lungs burn, but you don’t care.
When he finally pulls away, you’re breathless, your lips tingling, your body still caged beneath his. He takes in your dazed expression, a smirk growing on his lips.
“That,” he hums, his voice low, “is why we’re here.”
And, Merlin help you, you think you might just let him take you anywhere.
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tttt06 · 13 days ago
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ot9 &team when reader gets insecure cause shes lightly chubby (but make it smut hehe I'm a freak!!)
Sorry this took forever! I see the Lee Know cat cafe fan fiction too! DW i'm working on it as we speak!
I Don't Feel Pretty
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Idol&TEAM x Blackreader
Requests are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here
Synopsis~ How the boys react to your sudden insecurity about your weight.
Warnings~ Body dysmorphia, mentions of gaining weight, slight choking, squirting, no protection, size kink, all dom, rough, gentle, intimate
Word Count~ 7.4k
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K
You looked in the mirror after your shower. You were wearing K's basketball shorts and your own tight-fitted crop. You pulled the rolls on your stomach as you sighed.
You thought to yourself, When did I have time to gain all this weight.
Your lips were pouted as you turned to look at your chubby thighs. You hated how it looked. Hated how you were starting to feel in your own body.
You had fluctuating weight, and you maintained a diet to keep it the same. But every chance your body got to betray you, it did.
You heard the door open, and you made eye contact with K. His eyes lit up, "There you are!"
He wrapped you in a warm back hug as he swayed. He looked at you from the mirror, "Checking yourself out? You're so gorgeous."
You lied, "Yeah." Voice cracking in the fluctuation.
K looked into your eyes as he raised his eyebrow, "Huh? What's wrong?"
You only smiled. You turned around to hug K, and his hands instinctively went to your ass. You two rocked in each other's arms as he squeezed your ass.
"I'm gonna wear your hoodie." Your head was on his chest. His heart rate was slow. The rumble of this voice rang against your ear. "Why? You look good right now."
His hands traveled to your waist. You pouted, "K, please. I don't wanna look like this right now."
He asked, "Look like what? Baby, you look beautiful." You looked at the chub on your stomach and said, "Look at me. I'm HUGE."
K was silent. Then, you heard it, "PFFT. Girl, if you're huge, then I'm ginormous."
You looked at your boyfriend's playful eyes, and you couldn't help but laugh. K leaned down to kiss you softly. "My baby always looked good. You don't know what your weight gain does to me. Do I need to start showing you?"
You wept, "What do you mean?" K smiled, "C'mere."
He led you to your bed, and he pressed you against the mattress. You wept, "K!"
He laughed as he slid the basketball shorts off. His hands dug into your pants as he kissed your neck. His fingers sunk into your hole, and you moaned. 
Your hands dug into his hair.
K said, "You're so gorgeous. I love the way you look, baby. So much more to grab."
K's fingers were strong. He fucked into you with his fingers as you clenched around him. You liked what he was saying.
He took his sweats off and said, "Fucking gorgeous. Look what you did to me?"
His dick was hard. Solid even.
He towered over you as he angled himself into your hole. He calmed down a little. Your pussy was throbbing with need from the attention it got.
K slid through your fold and kissed your cheeks. He was gentle with his thrust as he talked to you.
"You look beautiful. So good. Every time I see that little extra fat, my heart races. Baby, I love your belly, your thighs, your tits when they swell. Fuck."
He buried his head into your neck after you clenched around him. He had you shaking.
"I'm gonna cum," He whispered into your neck. You said, "F-faster. Please."
He hummed and slammed into you. His speed increased as you approached. You twitched and whimpered from underneath him. Yudai cupped your face and kissed you messily. "Don't ever doubt your body again. I love you."
You smiled, "I love you too."
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Fuma
He's a supportive old fart. He's always listening to your problems, and he's so attentive. 
He was making his famous pancakes for you. You two had just finished doing adult things, and you fell asleep.
He wanted to surprise you with your favorite. You woke up to the aroma. You opened your eyes and threw on his shirt. It went to your plush thighs. 
You were gaining weight. You didn't know what it was from, but you didn't like that. You asked Fuma if you could go to the gym with him, but he said he didn't want you to. 
You didn't think he noticed why you asked. But Fuma definitely picked up on it. 
He was especially hornier these days too. It was odd to you. He was silently showing you that he loved you no matter what you looked like.
You rubbed your eyes, waterproof mascara crumbs staining your fingers. You said, "Pancakes?"
He smiled, "The only thing I know how to make." You laughed as you plopped on your dining room chair. "You make them perfectly every time." Fuma smiled at you as he flipped his pancake onto the plate.
You'd normally eat about 3 and would get full.
He passed you the plate. You stared at the food. You were about to dig in. Your knife cut through the fluffy stack of batter, and you dipped it into your syrup.
You put it in your mouth, and it melted. It tasted amazing.
You smiled, "It tastes good." Fuma smiled, "Good, I'm about to make another six and eat them all."
You looked at him, "Greedy ass."
He laughed as he put the rest of the pancakes on the plate. He sat across from you and ate with you. You sighed as you looked at the pancakes.
You wanted more but suddenly felt the need to restrict yourself. Fuma was quietly watching you as you looked at the plate. You didn't finish the plate of pancakes.
He knew the exact amount of pancakes you'd always eat. This time, you weren't eating.
"Y/N."
Your heat shot up. You two made eye contact. It was silent, his eyes stern. You stuttered, "Y-yeah?"
Fuma crossed his arms. "You didn't eat the entire plate?" You said, "Well, I had a couple snacks before."
Fuma listened carefully to your stupid excuses. "Y/N. First, you're asking to go to the gym, and now you're not eating. Are you getting insecure?"
You shrunk. The confrontative tone of Fuma's voice made you shy. "I wouldn't say that. Just aware."
He quirked his eyebrow, "Of what?"
You said, "How much I eat. I mean, look at me. I used to be so skinny. Now, I'm all round and squishy."
Fuma said, "And beautiful. You look absolutely adorable. I love you no matter what you look like. I'll be stronger and stronger for you."
You said, "I don't know... I don't feel like that right now." Fuma held your hand, "Do I need to show you how beautiful you are again?" You pouted, "Fuma."
Fuma only smiled, "I heard you burn calories with sex."
You jumped on him. 
Fuma was a strong guy. He made you feel so small when he picked you up. It was like you weighed two pounds. You bit your lip before leaning in to kiss him. Ou, he was so good. He felt so good under you.
You could already feel his growing boner. His arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you up to him. He kissed into your warm mouth. That's where his tongue belonged. In between your lips.
Your hands traveled to his hair as you ruffled it. Fuma smiled against your lips. "You know how sensitive my head is."
You giggled as he walked you right back to your bedroom. The sheets were a mess from what happened earlier that day.
You were about to go another round.
Fuma took his sweats off. He kissed your neck. You hummed as you held his head in your arms. Fuma licked across your collarbone, and you felt yourself gush.
Fuck. Fuma felt good.
His hands massaged your beautiful thighs. The contrast in skin color has an effect on you.
Fuma was pale, and you were brown-skinned. Fuma loves your color down to your blemishes. 
He playfully kissed your bare stomach. You hadn't realized he lifted the shirt. You didn't bother putting underwear on anyway.
Fuma's fingers were back to your clit for the second time today. He rubbed soft circles against your bud, and you shuddered.
You were still sensitive from the three times you two went at it this morning.
Fuma kissed your bud and swiped his tongue over your folds. You whimpered, hands going to his scalp again.
Fuma fucked you with his tongue as you moaned and whimpered his name.
"So plush," Fuma mumbled from between your thighs. You were squeezing them tighter from pleasure. You didn't even notice.
You frowned as you got closer to another high. Being sensitive meant you came faster.
Fuma knew how to push all your buttons.
You shivered as the cold rush of the orgasm came over you. Fuma was barely using his fingers, but the heat of them was enough for the effect.
You were cumming on his tongue again.
It wasn't long before Fuma was pulling his underwear down, slightly tripping, as he hopped over to the bed.
You laughed at his excitement as he crawled over you.
"Fuma! You almost fell, baby!" He kissed your cheek and said, "Thank you for worrying about me."
You smiled. Fuma angled his fat dick into your hole and slowly pushed in. Your back arched in agony of the stretch. Pussy wet but sticky.
Your hands shook as he dug straight to your spot. He slowly fucked into you. Your hands brushed against his abs as you moaned softly.
Fuma said, "You look so beautiful right now. I love everything about you." You nodded, face scrunched from pleasure.
Fuma grabbed your thighs, "Even down to the TEENY belly fat you claim to have."
You laughed as his slow pace quickened. Your heart raced from the heat. Fuma was hard with his thrust. He slammed right into your spot, causing you to shake underneath him.
You were cumming and clenching all around his dick.
"Ffuuuuckkk. Y/N! You feel so good."
You couldn't speak for yourself because you were still climaxing. Your hips jerked into Fuma's. He fell into the crook of your neck. He said, "Let's just stay like this."
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Nicholas
Nicholas was stopping at your house to pick you up. It was summer, and he wanted to go swimming with his girlfriend. 
He knocked on the door, aching at the thought of you in a bathing suit.
When you opened the door, you were in a two-piece. Just not the one Nicho was expecting.
"Y/N, what the hell are you wearing right now?" His voice was as soft as ever. You kissed his bottom lip, not reaching high enough to kiss him.
Nicholas bit his lip as he looked over your outfit. You had a long-sleeved bathing shirt with shorts. He looked at your tiny crocs and smiled. "You sure you wanna wear this?"
You laughed, "Most guys would want me to wear more. You want me to wear less?"
Nicholas raised his eyebrow, "I'm not like most guys."
You rolled your eyes, ready to grab your bag of sunscreen, towels, and a change of clothes.
Nicholas was staring at you. You were trying to walk out of the house, but Nicholas blocked the door.
"What happened to my girlfriend? My girlfriend would have on a string as underwear and a top that barely covered her nipples."
You muttered, "It's embarrassing." Nicholas dropped the joking tone. He melted as he walked closer. His tone going softer and babyish, "What's wrong?"
You said, "I don't really wanna talk about it." You looked away. Nicholas cupped your cheek and turned you back to him. "Babe, I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything."
Your eyes avoided his, "Well, I've been gaining weight, and I don't feel secure with my body."
Nicholas froze. He took a step back to look you over, "What weight? Is the weight in the room with us?"
You laughed, "Babe! I'm serious. I look so ugly in my bikinis."
Nicholas grabbed your hand. He pulled you into your messy bedroom. He saw the amount of bikinis on the floor and bed and said, "Try them all on, and I'll let you know if you look bad."
You shook your head, "My stomach is-" Nicho cut you off, "Aht, try on your bikinis."
You bit your lip as you turned around. Nicho slapped your ass and watched it jiggle.
"All that fat going to that ass if anything." You laughed, "Nicholas!"
You took your shorts off in front of him. Nicholas has watched you change, seen you naked, licked parts of your body not even exes have.
You rolled the bikini on. You pulled off your shirt and threw on the matching top. Nicho leaned back, looking you over. You could see the boner in his pants.
"Come closer." You walked closer and moaned, "Fuck. Yeah, get on the bed." You said, "What?! The pool party." He laughed, "We're not going to that shit. I just wanted to see you in the bikini."
He pulled you on his lap and kissed you so softly. Your heart melted down your stomach and boiled to your core. Nicho's hands traveled to your ass and grabbed.
You hummed in his mouth. The heat between you grew hotter. Nicho pulled away and kissed your neck. Your hands cupped the back of his head as your own dove back.
His tongue felt so good, licking across your jugular. You finally moaned when he licked over your soft spot. He's made so many love bites and hickeys there.
You loved the way he obsessed over you.
Nicho finally said, "I don't care how big or small you get. You're still Y/N. You can let go of yourself around me."
He pulled away and looked at you, "You're always racing to the shower after sex or doing your makeup when we go anywhere. You're always putting on crazy outfits and putting yourself together. You don't have to do that."
You hugged him, "I don't want you to fall out of love or lose myself." Nicholas went silent for a little. 
He pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. "I can't believe you think I'm capable of falling out of love with you."
You felt his hips jerk into you. His boner was rock solid. Your hands went to his shoulder, keeping your body stable. You knew he got you.
"Nicho." He said, "C'mon. Take them off." You bit your lip as you pulled Nicho's pants off. "You're so gorgeous." Your breath hitched when you saw how hard he was.
All of this was because of you. You made Nicho feel like that. Nicho groaned, "You see what you do to me? Fuck, baby."
You looked into his eyes and went silent. Nicho cupped your face and asked, "What's wrong?" His eyes were full of worry. "Nothing, baby. Just... I didn't know I made you feel like this."
He smiled, "Don't I tell you?"
He pulled you back on his lap and kissed your neck. His thumb found its way to your bud as he rubbed circles over it. There was nothing but heat and closeness. 
His hand was in between you, the only thing keeping you separate.
You lifted your body and grabbed for his dick. He groaned at the squeeze. You angled him to your hole and sat on it.
He pushed through your walls, stretching you how you like it.
His dick reached your hilt, but you couldn't sit all the way down. He was too long.
Nicho kissed you, "Easy. It's okay." You breathed out in pleasure but nervousness. 
Nicho guided your hips as you drove across his dick. He whispered, "Fuck, just like that." Your hands stayed at his shoulders so you wouldn't go too far down. 
Nicholas thrust into you, digging deeper, "You got this. It's okay."
You dug your head into his shoulder as you rode him. His dick touched places you can't reach on your own. Your grip got tighter. You started biting his shoulder as Nicho kissed yours.
"So fucking pretty like this."
You felt the knot in your stomach get tighter. It wasn't long before you shook. You're moans getting higher pitched. 
Nicho knew what he was doing to you, "C'mon gorgeous."
You clenched around him and came. Right then and there. 
Your thighs were burning. Nicho helped you ride out your orgasm. You two fell backward. Nicho kissed your head after brushing your braids to the side. 
"Don't ever say you feel ugly. Don't talk about my girlfriend like that."
You laughed and slapped his chest.
"I'll talk about your girlfriend however I want."
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EJ
You two were shopping together. You wanted to try on this new dress you've been eyeing online forever. Eujoo didn't even want to come with you. But you really needed a second opinion, and he was your best friend.
Also your boyfriend
But your best friend nonetheless.
You looked at everyone coming out to show their friends and boyfriends.
You jumped into the changing room and looked at the dress.
Silence. Ej only heard silence from you.
He said, "Babe? You okay?"
You didn't respond right away, taking in how the dress looked on you.
The dress looked horrible.
You gained weight. It wasn't hugging your hips like you thought. Your arm fat was hanging, and your stomach was poking out a little.
Ej asked, "Is it that good? I wanna see."
You yelled, "Wait! No! It doesn't-"
Ej opened the door before you could tell him not to. He looked you up and down and said, "The dress is pretty. You should get it."
He kissed your forehead without a second thought. 
He was already walking out, and you grabbed for his sleeve. He stopped and turned to look at you.
"What?"
You asked, "Don't you think it doesn't fit right?"
You moved your hands over your body, showing your point frustratingly.
Eujoo said, "No, it looks perfect on you. You've been gaining weight, so you're filling in."
Your breath hitched at how casually he said it. Like that wasn't the biggest insecurity you were dealing with at the moment.
You said, "You noticed?"
Ej smiled, "Of course, I've noticed. I look at your body every day."
You brushed your hand over your face, "But doesn't it look bad?"
Ej closed the door. His eyes were blown out as he pressed you against the wall. "Why would it look bad, Y/N?"
His hands were grabbed at the fat on your waist. It made you feel so insecure, but Ej was loving it.
You said, "It looks bad. I've got fat in places they don't belong, and I don't feel good." Ej said, "That's a you thing. I don't see what you mean at all."
He kissed your neck, sucking at your weak spot. Your core was burning.
"You said I've been gaining weight." Ej looked at you, "It looks good on you. There's more of you to grab."
You repeated, "Grab?" Ej looked at the dress on you. He paused and then looked back up at you. "Alright, let's buy this dress and go home."
He didn't leave the dressing room. He carefully watched you get out of the dress. You push it down your body, changing into your own clothes.
You two walked to the register, and Ej paid. 
When you got home, he was all over you. Touching, grabbing, kissing, biting.
You had to have at least thirteen marks on your body by now. "Ej."
He kept breathing heavily as he looked up at you, "What?" Your arms went around his neck, and you looked to the side.
"I don't feel pretty right now."
Ej lifted the dress he forced you to put back on. His fingers slid into your panties, and he fucked you. God, it felt so good.
His fingers were curling in all the right places. His thumb rubbed over your bud as he continued to kiss you.
You moaned in his mouth as his hot lips traced over yours. His tongue pressed flat against yours. You pulled him impossibly closer.
Ej wasted no time taking your panties off completely. "I'm hard."
He looked at your glistening pussy and then back into your eyes. "You know you're beautiful, right?"
You didn't know how to answer, but luckily, Ej was still talking.
"Because if you don't, you're gonna find out today."
He grabbed your big thighs closer. He pulled down his sweatpants and boxers. His dick slapped against his stomach as he rubbed it calmly. "Fuck. You're gonna feel so good."
You braced yourself as Ej pushed into you.
At first, it hurt. As usual, it hurt because of how rushed Ej is. He likes to get straight to the point, leaving foreplay for intimacy.
Right now, he had a point to prove.
He didn't move until your body relaxed. His hand is wrapped around your neck, not squeezing. He just wanted to look at you.
You were so pretty. Your cheeks have gotten chubbier, too. Now, you were especially adorable. 
His first thrust broke sound barriers. It was so hard and rough. Your moan was full of shock. The kind of shaky moans you only hear in hentai.
Ej fucked into you again, this time putting his entire cock in.
It hit against your G-spot like a crash. 
Your nails dug into his forearm. He let go of your neck, moving closer to you. He fucked into your hole with a steady rhythm now. 
His arms were on either side of you as he grunted into your ear. "So... fucking, mm, tight."
Your hands went to his shoulder blades, smoothing over his skin before digging into it.
The pressure of his cock digging in and out. You could feel every part of your body moving around just for him to fit inside of you.
You whined, "Ouah~ hah- it... feels good." He kissed your neck. A huff of hot hair coming from his mouth, "Yeah? You wanna cum for me? Make you feel good."
You nodded as Ej went faster. He knew what he had to do to make you feel good. You bit your lip, now in a haze. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"
Ej went harder, and sounds of skin slamming echoed through the room.
You gasped as you felt yourself about to cum. "I'm so close! Oh!"
This feeling of cold and then hot rushed over your body. Your entire body shook as the orgasm rushed to your core. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you huffed. Ej pulled out without a second thought.
He kissed your lips and said, "Don't talk bad about yourself. You're gorgeous the way you are."
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Jo
Jo was the quiet type. He isn't going to say anything until he has to. Jo was also very introspective. He liked to think before he spoke.
With you, he'd always say what's on his mind. You were his person, his safe place.
It was the same for you. You felt like you could tell Jo anything. So when he was sitting on your couch, watching a video on his phone, you blurted, "Do you think I'm getting fat?"
Jo's head slowly lifted from his phone. His breathing stopped as he looked you in the eyes. There was a level of confusion and worry in his eyes.
"H-huh?"
You repeated, "Do you think I'm getting fat. I mean, look." You pulled at the fat on your thighs. It was like the webs between frog feet. So stretchy and fatty.
Jo said, "No. I wouldn't use the word." You said, "So you think I'm getting big?"
Jo said, "What's the problem with that?" You paused while looking at your boyfriend. "It's not attractive on me. Other girls make plump thighs and bellies so pretty, but not on me. I look like a slob! I should go to the gym, right?"
Jo sighed. He sat up and rubbed his fingers through his hair. "You look perfect." You sighed, "I don't think so." 
Jo stood up abruptly. He hugged you tightly, "Not true." You sighed, "I think I am." 
Jo pulled away. His eyes flickered to your lips, then back to your face. "Y/N, I really like how you look now." You smiled, "Really?"
He nodded. You couldn't help but smile as you leaned into his face. You just wanted to kiss him. Jo's hand cupped your cheek as he pressed a kiss into your hot mouth.
You licked his bottom lip, and Jo parted his lips. It was quiet, heated, and intimate.
Your sex life with Jo was always like this. Quiet.
Jo pushed you into your bedroom. You got on the bed as he crawled over you. "You look beautiful. Don't be mean to yourself."
His smile was genuine and full of love and affection.
His hands traced your developing curves as he kissed your cheek. "It's so much more of you to love." Jo was careful with where he touched you. He didn't want to turn you on in case you didn't want to have sex tonight.
But from the way you grabbed him, he got the hint.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you whispered, "I need you."
Jo was quick to discard your clothes. He slid his long dick past your folds. 
Pure and gentle.
That's how it felt. Jo lets you adjust before going at a slow pace. Your hands were grabbing at him, his muscular back, skinny arms, pretty face, messy hair.
He was sweating. His plump lips were in a frown of focus. 
The mole danced on his face as his rhythm got rough. He was panting, grunting.
He looked you directly in the eyes and said, "I'm gonna cum."
Your pussy clenched, and Jo groaned. He let his head fall to the nook of your shoulder. He was so close. You were turned on by the effect you had on him.
He wouldn't stop touching you. You started to shake as you admitted, "I'm about to cum!"
Jo's pace was slow but heavy. The sound of skin against another echoed through the room. You cried out when you reached your climax in his arms.
"Fuck!"
Your muscles tensed. Your toes curled. Your grip on Jo's shoulder got tighter. Jo hissed slightly from how tight you were digging.
You pulled away once the orgasm went down. Jo kissed you on the nose as he cuddled you closer to his body. "I love you, no matter what."
You smiled and kissed him harder, "I love you no matter what."
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Yuma
You and Yuma were playing fighting. It's what you two do when you provoke him.
It starts with teasing, and then you hit him, and then he holds you and attacks.
You were too busy giggling until Yuma started to grab you by your thighs and drag you toward the end of the bed.
"You're weak! You can't lift two pounds!" You shouted as Yuma laughed. He said, "Oh yeah!"
He grabbed you, and he couldn't pick you up. At first, you froze, then you looked at his struggling face.
Then, the surge of embarrassment sunk into your stomach. Tears welled up, and Yuma stopped.
"W-why?!" You wiped your tears and said, "I'm too heavy!"
Yuma shook his head, "No! You're not heavy, baby! See!" He picked you up like nothing. You bit your lip and hugged him. "I started gaining weight, and that made me feel like shit!"
Yuma cupped your face while holding you with one arm. "Babe, I was only kidding."
You shook your head, "I know. But still!" Yuma kissed you sweetly. "I'll make it up to you. I didn't wanna make you cry." You frowned, "Well, you did."
Yuma kissed you again, "Alright, can we go to your room?"
You nodded innocently. Yuma carried you to your bedroom and kissed your neck slowly. He felt so good. 
His tongue swirled over your collarbone before biting down. You whimpered softly. "You like that?" You nodded. Yuma's hand traveled all over your body.
You were sliding off your shorts and underwear in a second. Yuma was sucking against your clit. "So sweet."
You broke apart from his mouth. He entered you, stretching you wider than usual.
"Fuck Yuma!" Your head dove back, and your back arched with pleasure. Yuma always takes such good care of you.
He kissed your cheek before digging into you again, this time deeper. Your breath hitched with pleasure.
Yuma grunted, "That feels good?" You hummed. Your voice shaking while you squeezed your eyes shut.
You gripped his shoulder as you confessed, "Keep talking. It's getting me close!"
Yuma laughed, "Yeah? Do you like it when I talk you through it? So nasty."
He sucked on your neck before asking, "Fuck, your so tight, baby."
His dick hammered into your G-spot, making you gasp. Your body was shaking against his sturdy one as he said, "Keep clenching like that, and I'll cum."
You shook your head as he kept fucking you. His pace was faster than he's ever gone. Your body rocked to his rhythm. You went silent for a moment as Yuma looked you in the eyes. You got lost with pleasure and love.
His face was so focused on fucking you as his hips dug into you quickly. Your grip got tighter on his forearm as you confessed, "I'm gonna cum!"
Yuma sucked on your chest and bit all over your shoulder as he fucked you faster. Your body shook as you spilled slick all over his hot cock. 
He slipped out as both of your creams spilled out of you. Yuma laid on top of you and kissed your neck. "You're so beautiful. All your curves and rolls. Don't think I don't love it."
You hugged him back, arms wrapping around his neck. Your legs wrapped around his waist, resting on the mound of his bare ass.
"I won't."
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Harua
Another shopping expedition. This time, you didn't let Harua in. He was sitting outside the dressing room, waiting for you to come out. 
"What's going on in there?" You nervously laughed, "Uhm, I don't like how they fit."
Harua jiggled on the door handle, "Lemme see." You looked at the lock, debating. 
You unlocked the door, and Harua came in. He was so cute and tall compared to you. His gray hoodie hid the dyed red hair. His roots were black. He looked at you, eyes going up and down.
His smile grew wide, "This looks good on you. Are you blind?"
His eyes were adorable, but his tone was stoic. "Baby, don't you think my thighs are too big? They are the size of two heads smacking together. I need to lose weight."
Harua stepped closer, his tone still just as stoic, "What's wrong with your thighs being big? More to suffocate me with."
You gasped, covering his mouth. "PEOPLE COULD HEAR YOU!!"
You whispered and shouted, "SHUT UP RU!" He smiled, kissing your hand, "I'll pay for these. Let's go."
He locked your fingers between his and drove the two of you home. 
Harua got out of the car, ripped you out of your seat, and dragged you to your apartment.
"Harua! Let me go!" He rolled his eyes, "Always dramatic!"
He closed your room door so your barking dog wouldn't come in. You heard Coco whimpering and scratching at the door, so Haura let him in with a huff.
Coco sat on your lap. Harua quirked his eyebrow and looked at your dog, "Yeah? I'm being replaced by a dog?" You laughed, "What's your deal?"
Harua said, "I want you to go put on your prettiest lingerie set and wear the crop top and shorts you always do when you're spring cleaning."
You smiled, "How'd you know I always wear that?"
Haura smiled, "Because I know you."
Coco jumped from your lap when you started getting up. You said, "Fine, but I'm showering first."
Harua shrugged, "I'll join."
He did. He followed right into the shower. He stood behind you, body close to your already hot and wet body.
He whispered in your ear, "Why are you getting insecure about your body? It's cute."
You shook your head, "Ru, I think it's ugly. My thighs are getting fat, my stomach is saggy, and I have wobbly arms now... I hate myself."
Harua wrapped his arms around your waist and hummed, "Yeah? Don't I tell you how beautiful you look every day?"
You turned around and groaned. You said, "Yeah, but you always have that devious look in your eyes like you're being condescending."
Harua let his head rest on your chin. "Yeah? You serious?"
You nodded, "I don't even feel comfortable with you looking at me in the shower right now."
Harua kissed you. He pulled away to ensure you liked it. When he was sure, he leaned back in.
The water crashed over both of your faces. Harua's hair was soaking wet while you wore your shower cap.
Harua's hands traveled from your waist to your leg. He pushed you against the wall and lifted your leg by the thigh.
"You seriously think you look that bad?"
You nodded in agony.
Harua walked closer, letting his dick invite himself to your folds.
His tip pushed into your hole, and you relaxed a little. Something about sex with Harua made you feel safe.
You've always liked it rushed and dangerous, but Harua always slowed you down.
He pushed into you slowly. Your grip on his shoulder tightened as you bit your lip to quiet your moans. 
Harua whispered, "I like how much bigger you're getting. It looks good on you."
Your breaths came out shaky. "Please, don't torture me."
Harua laughed. He pulled almost all the way out and thrust in at the same slow speed. You felt his tip hit your spot, and you shook. "Lemme hear you," Harua said. 
He sunk deeper and firmer. His speed stays the same.
His thumb went to your bud as he rubbed circles at the same speed as his thrust. You moaned. Harua said, "Alright, angel. I won't torture you." 
Harua dug into your hole a little faster. Your back arched. You were chest to chest. Harua pressed a kiss on your lips. You let your tongue enter his mouth. The water hit your chest. Harua pulled away, his breathing heavy.
He was about to cum, and so were you. 
As soon as he pulled away, you bit back another moan.
Harua said, "Nobody's gonna hear you."
You shook your head, "Please! I need to cum! Faster!"
Harua said, "Only a little more."
He sped up a little, thrust going deeper.
Your G-spot moved back some, causing you to whimper. "F-fuck! Baby, I can't take it anymore!"
Haura went harder, and you shook, "I'm cumming!"
Your hole clenched around his dick as Harua's breath hitched. Harua grunted, "Ah! fuck!" 
He pulled out before he could cum into you. "Baby, you're so beautiful." He cupped your cheek and kissed you again. Your eyes were already closed, but you knew his lips better than anyone.
He pulled away, and you two stared at each other. 
..." So, are we done showering or...?"
Harua smiled, "No, you're gonna put on that lingerie, pretty outfit, and we're gonna go another round."
You sighed in fake annoyance. Harua knew you could never get enough of him and his dick.
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Ta-ki
"Here are your entrees." You smiled at the salad, and Ta-ki asked, "Y/N? Why'd you order that dumb salad? Where's your usual steak dinner? I told you to get whatever you want, no matter how much it costs. I just finished the tour! I'm rich!"
You raised your hands up, "Ta-ki, calm down." He stopped talking, eyebrows furrowed. "What?"
You said, "It's just a diet to help with the fat." Ta-ki looked you up and down, "Where? Are you smoking?" You laughed, "I love the jokes, but I'm serious! I have gained a lot of weight, and it's looking horrible."
Ta-ki nodded away as he looked at you. It was like a kid pretending to listen. "What are you talking about? You look like a princess."
You sighed, realizing you wouldn't get through to your boyfriend. Ta-ki basically force-fed you. You didn't want his filet steak. He hated this new 'diet'.
When you got home, Ta-ki helped you out of your jacket and slid to the couch. He fell down with an oof and said, "Y/N~ Come on the couch with me."
You took a deep breath and sat on the couch. Ta-ki snatched you up and kissed you attackingly. "AH! Stop!"
Ta-ki's fingers slid to your sides as he started tickling you. You started smacking his arms and trying to get out of his tight grasp. Ta-ki is just too strong.
You yelled, "Baby! STOP!"
He let go, laughing at you. You rolled your eyes, still out of breath. "You attacked me!" Ta-ki smiled, "Yeah, you deserved it. Why are you having delusions about your body."
You pouted. Ta-ki's dimples were deep as he looked at you. Ta-ki kissed your forehead as you cupped his cheeks. "I don't know. Imagine what I'll be like when I'm pregnant."
Ta-ki kissed you, "I can't wait for that day. How would you tell me?"
You thought, "I'd throw the pregnancy test at you."
He laughed and kissed you again, "Babe?"
You nodded. Ta-ki continued, "Can I show you how beautiful you are?"
Ta-ki sat up, and you were climbing on his lap. His kisses were soft and intimate. His tongue traced over your bottom lip, and you parted them.
His hands were firm on your waist, kneading at the fat there. You whined in his mouth, and he pulled away to look at you.
"I know, baby. I promise you're beautiful." You bit your lip as Ta-ki leaned back in. His eyes were low from heat.
He kissed your neck as one hand crawled to your breast. He squeezed them, and you moaned. Ta-ki muttered, "So sensitive today."
He kissed your chest before sliding your shirt up. Your hands were resting on his hard thighs. 
Ta-ki wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer. His mouth was hot as he bit at your bra. He slid it off with his teeth as he licked over your sensitive nipples.
"mm~"
His mouth popped over your breast as your head dove back. You couldn't help the way your hips moved against him. He was so perfect with his mouth.
He smiled against your boob. He pulled away and said, "Wanna go to your room?"
You nodded frantically, jumping off his lap and racing him to your room.
Ta-ki's fingers pulled the straps from your shoulder as he replaced them with kisses. You sighed, feeling the heat travel to your core. Ta-ki whispered, "Are you ready?"
You nodded. You both slid your pants down. Ta-ki's hands traveled over your body, taking it in. "Wow, you're so pretty."
He kissed your collarbone. He grabbed his shaft and angled himself inside of you. You took a deep breath as you prepared for the stretch. 
Ta-ki and you didn't start having sex until last month. You've been together forever, but it was a slow step because you two were so young.
You bit your lip as you felt him slip past your folds. Ta-ki groaned as he tried to get through your hole. "Shit... you're so tight, baby."
He let his head fall to your shoulder as he panted. He bottomed out and stayed still. He whispered in your ear, breath warm, "Whenever, let me know."
You nodded, fingers still clawing on his back. 
Ta-ki kissed your cheek and said, "I can't believe you think you're ugly. There is so much to grab and suck... god. So much more to love about you."
You shook as you felt him move. He was only shifting his position. You clenched, and Ta-ki's breath hitched. "I'm losing it over here."
You slapped his big chest and said, "Start moving!"
He laughed and pulled out. He was slow as he thrust back into you.
Your fingers laced with his as he kissed you hungrily. Your tongues in each other's mouth, swirling spit and love.
You moaned in his mouth when he hit your hilt. Ta-ki smiled. He fucked into you, not pulling out, just humping into your spot.
You were a whimpering mess. You couldn't handle it. Your grip loosened in Ta-ki's hand as you clenched around him again.
You said, "Ta-ki... I'm gonna cum. I c-can't."
Ta-ki started slamming into you, face now only focusing on your boobs rocking to his rhythm. Your body shook as your back arched. Your moans got louder as Ta-ki hit your spot again.
The force was too much, and you were cumming uncontrollably.
Foreign liquid shot from your hole as you cried moans. 
Ta-ki let you ride through it as he watched you squirt all over him and yourself. Ta-ki said, "You squirted."
You covered your face, "I know! It's even more embarrassing."
Ta-ki grabbed your wrist and said, "That was the hottest thing you've ever done. Stop making stuff up."
He pulled your hands away and gave you a kiss on the lips.
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Ma-ki
Ma-ki was finally home after all his time in Korea. It was so lonely at your apartment without him there every day.
You two had fallen asleep together while watching old TV shows.
You woke up from Ma-ki. He jerked awake and was looking around. You turned to cup his face. "What happened?" He tiredly looked at you and grabbed you, "Nothing, let's go to sleep."
You nodded and closed your eyes. Ma-ki's hair was tickling your face, making you uncomfortable. You turned around, ass perfectly fitting into his crotch.
Ma-ki usually held your hips or waist. Sometimes he'd feel up your boobs. But today, his hand landed right on your stomach.
You tensed, and Ma-ki noticed. You push his hand away, and Ma-ki lifts his head, "What's the matter?"
You said, "Nothing!"
Ma-ki shook his head, "Something is wrong. You never push me away like that." You pouted, "It's embarrassing."
Ma-ki said, "More embarrassing than when you threw up at the gym?" You yelled, "SHUT UP!"
He laughed. His hand squeezes your thigh. He was so warm.
You mumbled, "I'm getting fat."
Ma-ki said, "Excuse me?"
You roared, "I'm getting fat! Why do you think I've been so hellbent on you taking me to the gym with you?"
Ma-ki said, "Because you wanted to spend more time with me?!"
You turned around, "No! I'm fat! Look at this!"
You pulled at the fat on your stomach. Your face was in a frown.
Ma-ki said, "But I like how you look." You said, "I don't feel happy like this." Ma-ki cupped your face and kissed you. It was slow and deliberate.
His bottom lip dragged across yours, slowly parting them. The clicks of your lips echoed through the room.
His tongue slipped in, and Ma-ki slowly rolled over. He had both your wrists in one hand. He kissed down your neck, chest, and stomach.
"Stop talking about yourself like that, beautiful."
He slid your pants off and dug a finger in. You sighed with relief. His hot mouth covers your clit.
"Mm, so sweet."
His voice vibrated to your core. You moaned. He had already let go of your hands, so now you were massaging his scalp as he fucked you with his tongue.
Your breaths were shaky. Ma-ki slid his first finger into your hole, and you let your head dive back. Ma-ki hummed into your core. He made you feel so good like this. 
Your eyes lulled closed as you felt yourself about to cum. "Baby, I'm gonna cum."
Ma-ki sped up, sucking harder on your clit. 
"Fuck! Ki!"
You shook from pleasure. Ma-ki towered over you. Oh, he was ready to be inside of you. He didn't care that you were recovering from your orgasm. He wanted you overstimulated.
"You can take it."
You moaned when he pushed through your walls. Now, you were more vocal. Your pussy fluttered around him as you realized you were about to cum. Ma-ki fucked you harder, knowing you were close.
Your moans were getting higher pitched. "Ma-ki! Please!"
Your body shook as you started cumming around his huge cock. He pulled out his heavy cock. Your breath was heavy. Ma-ki rubbed slow circles over your clit and watched you twitch.
You took a deep breath, and Ma-ki kissed your cheek. "You're so beautiful. Don't ever try to hide from me."
You nodded as you spooned again, this time naked. 
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paige bueckers x azzi fudd
wc: 11.4k
a/n: hi loves here’s the prompt and im so sorry it took so long for me to write it but i was really busy and i just wasn’t satisfied with what i wrote at first so i had to rewrite it and im still not that satisfied but i hope y’all will like it
Paige wasn’t nervous.
That wasn’t her thing. She was confident, always had been. Whether it was playing basketball, working out, or even training some of the best up and coming athletes, she handled everything with ease.
So why was she standing outside this gym, adjusting the strap of her bag for the third time, pretending she wasn’t stalling?
She sighed and shook her head. This was ridiculous. She was here for work, simple as that.
Pushing open the doors, she stepped into the facility. It was a top tier private training center, the kind designed to bring athletes back from career-threatening injuries to the peak of their game. Really nice equipment, therapy rooms, nutritionists, it had everything.
Including, apparently, her.
Azzi Fudd.
Paige had been briefed on the team working with the player she’d been assigned to help, but nowhere in that email did it say Azzi was the sports psychologist on board.
And yet, there she was, standing near the weight racks, holding a clipboard, looking annoyingly beautiful.
For a second, Paige thought Azzi hadn’t noticed her. She was in deep conversation with the athlete they’d been called in to assist—Aaron Williams, a promising young player who had suffered a brutal ACL tear and was fighting to make a full comeback.
Then, just as Paige thought she might make it to the locker room unnoticed, Azzi turned.
Their eyes met.
A flicker of surprise flashed across Azzi’s face before she schooled it into something unreadable. Paige felt her breath hitch. It had been two years since they’d seen each other. Since UConn. Since late night study sessions that turned into them just talking for hours. Since sitting next to each other on long flights, shoulders pressed together, Paige always whispering something dumb to make Azzi laugh. Since that one night, the one they never talked about, where the line between friendship and something more had blurred just a little too much.
Paige should’ve been prepared for this. But Azzi Fudd standing in front of her, dressed in fitted leggings and a zip-up hoodie, her arms crossed, eyes scanning Paige like she was assessing whether this was real or not.
“Didn’t think I’d see you back in a gym,” Azzi said, voice smooth but carrying that familiar edge of teasing.
Paige forced herself to smirk, ignoring the way her pulse picked up. “Didn’t think I’d see you pretending to read that clipboard.”
Azzi huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “Still the same.”
“And you’re still avoiding my question,” Paige shot back.
Azzi sighed, finally lowering the clipboard. “I’m the mental performance coach for Aaron. Have been for a couple of months now.”
Paige arched a brow. “Damn. And you didn’t think to warn me?”
Azzi smirked, tilting her head. “Would you have come if I did?”
Paige opened her mouth, then shut it.
Before she could fire back, Aaron walked over, glancing between them. “Wait, you two know each other?”
Azzi answered first. “We went to UConn together.”
“Best friends,” Paige added, her eyes flickering toward Azzi to see if she reacted to that term.
Azzi didn’t, at least not outwardly. “Something like that.”
Aaron let out a low whistle. “Well, this should be fun.”
Fun. Yeah, that was one word for it.
Paige kept her focus on Aaron, running through the first set of evaluations. Strength, mobility, balance, she handled it all professionally. Except for the moments when she was way too aware of Azzi’s presence.
Like when she was stretching Aaron’s hamstring and felt Azzi’s eyes on her. Or when she caught Azzi biting her lip, deep in thought as she made notes, and Paige’s brain short-circuited for a solid two seconds.
She knew she wasn’t subtle, either.
At one point, Azzi walked past her to grab a resistance band, and Paige’s gaze dropped, completely involuntarily, to her waist, then her arms, then back up.
And Azzi saw.
Paige knew because the second she looked up, Azzi was already watching her, eyebrows raised, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
“Something on your mind Paige?” Azzi asked, her voice light but laced with amusement.
Paige, caught red-handed, rolled her shoulders back. “Yeah, actually. I was just wondering how long it’s been since you picked up a dumbbell.”
Aaron laughed, and Azzi’s jaw dropped.
“You—” Azzi huffed, shaking her head. “You’re literally impossible.”
Paige grinned. “It’s part of my charm.”
Azzi muttered something under her breath, but there was no hiding the small smile that slipped through.
And just like that, the tension they had been pretending didn’t exist started to feel even harder to ignore.
They wrapped up after an hour, Aaron heading off to cool down while Paige and Azzi were left alone near the lockers.
Azzi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, studying Paige like she was still trying to figure her out. “You didn’t tell me you were training athletes now.”
Paige shrugged, unzipping her bag. “You didn’t tell me you were counseling them.”
Azzi’s expression softened. “It helped me a lot, back when I was recovering from my own injuries. I figured maybe I could do the same for someone else.”
For the first time all day, Paige didn’t have a quick comeback.
Instead, she smiled, genuine and warm. “That’s really amazing Az. I mean it.”
Azzi met her eyes, and for a moment, it was just them.
Then Azzi looked away, pushing off the wall. “Guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other again.”
Paige watched her go, her heart doing something stupid.
Yeah. A lot of each other.
And that was definitely going to be a problem.
Paige had always been competitive. It didn’t matter if it was basketball, a casual game of horse, or trying to make Azzi Fudd blush. If there was a challenge, she was taking it.
So when she caught Azzi checking her out during a session?
Yeah she was ready.
Aaron’s recovery plan was a grind, and today’s focus was rebuilding lower body strength. Paige was in her zone, demonstrating exercises, correcting Aaron’s form, and making sure the player wasn’t compensating in ways that could set them back.
Azzi was standing off to the side, observing, her arms crossed, her expression serious.
Paige pretended she didn’t notice the way Azzi’s eyes lingered on her, but internally? Oh, she noticed.
And she was about to make it worse.
Aaron was finishing a set of deadlifts when Paige stepped next to the weight rack, stretching casually, making sure Azzi had a full view of her arms.
“Gotta love strength training,” Paige said, flexing a little as she rolled out her shoulders. She glanced over, catching Azzi’s reaction.
Azzi’s eyes flickered down for half a second, half a second too long, before she looked away, lips pressing together.
Busted.
Paige smirked. “What do you think, Az? Solid form?”
Azzi exhaled through her nose, not meeting her gaze. “Your ego is truly something else.”
Aaron, completely oblivious, snickered. “She’s always like this?”
Azzi huffed, shaking her head. “Always.”
Paige grinned. “You love it.”
Azzi didn’t answer, just focused very, very hard on her clipboard, but Paige caught the way her fingers tightened slightly around it.
After wrapping up, the three of them walked toward the facility’s smoothie bar. Aaron was chatting about their progress, but Paige was fully focused on Azzi, who was fully focused on avoiding looking at her.
Paige leaned in a little as they walked. “You know, Azzi, if you wanna feel my arms, you can just ask.”
Azzi actually choked.
Aaron turned, confused. “You good?”
Azzi coughed, waving it off. “Fine. Totally fine.”
Paige bit her lip to keep from laughing.
Azzi side eyed her. “You’re ridiculous.”
Paige shrugged, completely unbothered. “And yet, here you are.”
Azzi had nothing for that.
Aaron, still clueless, shook his head. “Y’all are something else.”
Yeah. They really were.
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Paige was lying on her bed, mindlessly scrolling through her phone when it buzzed.
Azzi: Do you always flirt that much in professional settings?
Paige grinned.
Paige: Only when there’s someone worth flirting with.
Azzi took a full two minutes to respond.
Azzi: Unbelievable.
Paige laughed, rolling onto her back.
Paige: So you admit it?
Azzi didn’t text back.
But Paige knew.
Oh, she knew.
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Azzi prided herself on her discipline. It was what got her through grueling rehab sessions when her own basketball career was on the line. It was what made her a damn good sports psychologist. She knew how to separate emotions from the job. So why, why, was Paige making that impossible?
Aaron’s training session was intense today: heavy lifting, explosive movement drills, the kind of work that left them exhausted but satisfied. Paige was coaching them through the last of their reps, and Azzi was supposed to be focusing on their mental stamina.
Supposed to be.
Instead, she was losing a battle with herself.
Because Paige was in her zone, all confident energy, all muscle and smirks and cockiness.
And Azzi hated that she liked it.
She tried to ignore it. She really did.
But then Paige had to go and push her buttons.
Aaron was mid-sled push when Paige glanced over at Azzi, catching her watching.
Busted. Again.
Paige wiped her forehead with the hem of her shirt, flashing toned abs she definitely didn’t need to show off before throwing Azzi a look.
“Wanna race?” Paige challenged.
Azzi blinked. “What?”
Paige nodded toward the sled. “Me vs you.”
Azzi scoffed. “That’s not my job.”
Paige grinned. “Oh, I know. Just wondering if you still got it.”
Azzi felt her pulse spike. Paige knew exactly what she was doing.
Aaron looked between them, sensing the tension. “Ohhh, this is happening.”
Azzi exhaled slowly. “This is stupid.”
Paige just shrugged. “Backin’ out?”
Azzi gritted her teeth. Damn her and her stupid, competitive ass.
She stepped up. “Fine.”
Aaron counted them off. “Three… two… one—”
They pushed.
Paige was strong, annoyingly strong, but Azzi had power too. She dug in, matching her stride for stride, neither of them giving an inch.
By the end, they collapsed, breathless, tied.
Paige, still grinning, turned to her. “Not bad Az.”
Azzi rolled her eyes, trying not to let her smile show.
When they finished the workout Aaron left first, exhausted. But Paige and Azzi stayed back, cleaning up the space.
Paige stretched, exhaling. “Didn’t know you still had that in you.”
Azzi, despite herself, smirked. “What, thought I got weak?”
Paige’s gaze flickered over her too slowly, like she was definitely thinking something else.
“Nah,” Paige murmured. “never.”
Azzi’s stomach flipped.
She looked away fast. “I should go.”
But Paige just kept looking at her, eyes unreadable.
Azzi turned, walking out before she did something really stupid.
Like kiss her.
Or admit she wanted to.
Azzi had a problem.
And that problem was Paige Bueckers.
She’d spent years perfecting self control, learning how to separate personal feelings from professional situations. But then Paige had waltzed back into her life, all cocky smiles, ridiculous muscles, and relentless flirting, and suddenly, Azzi was failing.
Badly.
And tonight? Tonight was worse.
After their intense training session, the gym was nearly empty. Aaron had left, but Paige and Azzi lingered, tidying up the space.
Azzi turned to grab her water bottle from a bench, and that’s when she felt it.
Paige’s eyes. On her. Lingering.
Azzi froze for a beat, then slowly turned. Caught.
Paige didn’t even look away.
In fact, she smirked.
Azzi narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing?”
Paige shrugged, completely unbothered. “Just admiring the view.”
Azzi’s face heated. “You’re unbelievable.”
Paige just grinned wider. “No, seriously. Do you even know how good you look in those leggings?”
Azzi’s brain short-circuited. “Paige-”
“I mean, the way they fit?” Paige kept going, knowing exactly what she was doing. “It’s honestly kinda unfair.”
Azzi opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
Paige tilted her head. “What? No comeback? That’s new.”
Azzi’s jaw clenched. She could not let Paige win this one.
So she took a breath and fired back.
“You know,” Azzi said, crossing her arms, “for someone who talks this much, you don’t seem to notice that you’re the one getting checked out half the time.”
Paige blinked.
And that’s when Azzi saw it, Paige was not expecting that.
Azzi smirked. “Yeah. Thought so.”
Paige recovered fast. “Oh, so you do think I look good?”
Azzi rolled her eyes. “Like you don’t already know that.”
Paige stepped closer, voice dropping slightly. “Yeah, but I like hearing you say it.”
Azzi swallowed. Why was it suddenly hot in here?
She grabbed her bag before she did something dumb. “I’m leaving.”
Paige, still grinning, walked with her. “Uh huh. Sure you don’t wanna keep talking about how good I look?”
Azzi did not answer.
Mostly because Paige was winning again.
And Azzi was in serious trouble.
Paige insisted on giving Azzi a ride home. Azzi should have said no. She didn’t.
The car was quiet at first, just the soft hum of the music.
Then Paige spoke. “So, you really think I look good?”
Azzi sighed. “You’re not letting this go, are you?”
“Nope.”
Azzi exhaled, glaring at the window like it could save her. “Paige.”
Paige grinned. “Azzi.”
Azzi groaned. “Yes, okay? You look good. You know you do.”
Paige smirked, pleased. “And you look good too.”
Azzi glanced at her, surprised. “You’ve already said that.”
Paige nodded. “Yeah, but I really mean it.”
Azzi looked away, fighting a smile.
Because for all of Paige’s teasing, when she said things like that? She meant them.
And Azzi felt it.
Too much.
Azzi had spent most of the ride home trying not to think about Paige’s words.
You look good too.
She should’ve brushed it off. Paige was always flirting, always teasing,it didn’t mean anything. Right?
Except, it kind of felt like it did.
And Azzi was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, she wanted it to.
Paige pulled into Azzi’s apartment complex and threw the car into park. Neither of them moved to get out.
Paige drummed her fingers against the steering wheel. “You gonna invite me up or just leave me sitting here?”
Azzi snorted. “Why would I invite you up?”
Paige shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe because you enjoy my company?”
Azzi rolled her eyes. “Debatable.”
Paige smirked, turning in her seat. “Nah. I think you like having me around.”
Azzi hesitated.
Because she did. Too much.
Paige’s voice softened. “You ever wonder what would’ve happened if we kept in touch?”
Azzi blinked at the sudden shift in tone. “What do you mean?”
Paige leaned back, exhaling. “I mean, we were close. And then… we weren’t.”
Azzi swallowed. “Yeah.”
Paige tapped the wheel again, thoughtful. “I missed you.”
Azzi’s heart skipped.
She hesitated, then admitted, “I missed you too.”
Paige smiled, slow and real. “See? I knew you liked me.”
Azzi sighed. “Get out.”
Paige laughed, but she didn’t push.
Not yet.
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The next day, Paige and Azzi met at the gym again for another training session with Aaron.
Azzi told herself things would be normal.
Then Paige showed up in a tight black tank top that did nothing to hide the definition in her arms, and Azzi immediately lost that battle.
Paige caught her looking.
And smirked.
“Like what you see?”
Azzi refused to react. “You’re so full of yourself.”
Paige flexed, just to be annoying. “Can you blame me?”
Azzi turned away, muttering, “Unbelievable.”
Paige, still smirking, leaned in. “If you want me to train you, just say the word.”
Azzi ignored the way her pulse spiked. “I’m fine, thanks.”
Paige grinned. “Yeah, maybe for now.”
But Azzi could feel her looking every time she moved.
And maybe… maybe she liked it.
After the session, Paige handed Azzi a smoothie without asking. “Drink. You look tired.”
Azzi huffed. “I’m not tired.”
Paige arched a brow. “Lying to me? Wow.”
Azzi took a sip, because arguing was pointless.
Paige watched her, something softer in her eyes. “Seriously, Azzi. You taking care of yourself?”
Azzi hesitated.
Because sometimes, she wasn’t.
Paige nudged her shoulder, quieter now. “Do I need to start looking out for you too?”
Azzi hated that her stomach flipped.
She covered it with sarcasm. “Oh, great. Paige Bueckers, personal trainer and life coach.”
Paige grinned. “Yes ma’am.”
Azzi shook her head, smiling despite herself.
Because the truth was she kind of liked having Paige in her corner again.
Even if it was dangerous.
Azzi wasn’t stupid.
She knew exactly what was happening between her and Paige. The lingering glances. The teasing that wasn’t just teasing anymore. The way her pulse jumped whenever Paige got too close.
She told herself it was harmless. That Paige was just being Paige, flirty, cocky, impossible.
But then Paige stopped playing.
And suddenly, Azzi wasn’t so sure anymore.
It started with an offhand comment.
Aaron had just left, and Azzi was about to grab her stuff when Paige stretched, arms over her head, tank top riding up just enough to be distracting and said, “You know, I could fix your form.”
Azzi blinked. “What?”
Paige grinned. “Your squat form. It could use some work.”
Azzi scoffed. “Excuse me? I have perfect form.”
Paige laughed. “Oh yeah?Prove it.”
Azzi narrowed her eyes. “Fine.”
She set her feet, dropped into a squat , textbook perfect, and glanced up at Paige. “Happy?”
Paige tilted her head, amused. “Hmm.”
Azzi rolled her eyes. “Oh my god.”
Paige stepped behind her, too close.Her hands hovered over Azzi’s hips. “Can I?”
Azzi froze.
Her brain screamed at her to say no, to shut this down before it became something she couldn’t ignore.
Instead, she whispered, “Yeah.”
Paige’s hands landed lightly on her waist.
Azzi forgot how to breathe.
Paige’s voice was softer now. “You’re leaning forward too much. Engage your core more.”
Azzi couldn’t focus on anything except Paige’s hands.
“Try again,” Paige said.
Azzi did.
Paige’s thumbs brushed over her sides. “Better.”
Azzi stood up fast, almost knocking into Paige. “Okay. We’re done here.”
Paige just grinned. “Told you I could fix it.”
Azzi grabbed her water bottle, refusing to meet Paige’s eyes. “You’re insufferable.”
Paige chuckled. “You love it.”
Azzi didn’t answer.
Because maybe, Paige was right.
They left the gym together, like usual. But something was different.
Azzi could still feel Paige’s hands on her.
And she was pretty sure Paige knew it.
The car ride was quiet. Tense in a way that wasn’t bad, just charged.
Paige tapped the steering wheel. “You okay?”
Azzi exhaled. “Yeah.”
Paige glanced at her. “You sure?”
Azzi nodded, too quickly.
Paige smirked. “You’re flustered.”
Azzi groaned. “Shut up.”
Paige laughed, but it was softer now. “Relax, Az. I’m just messing with you.”
Azzi didn’t know how to explain that that was the problem.
Because it wasn’t just messing around anymore.
And they both knew it.
Azzi lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, replaying every single stupid little moment with Paige.
The way she looked at her. The way she touched her.
The way she made Azzi feel like she was always one second away from something she couldn’t take back.
And for the first time, Azzi didn’t think she wanted to.
Azzi wasn’t used to this.
She could handle stress. Pressure. High stakes situations where the difference between winning and losing was a split second decision.
But she couldn’t handle Paige looking at her like that.
Like she knew exactly what she was doing to Azzi.
Like she was waiting for Azzi to break.
And the worst part?
Azzi wasn’t sure she wanted to hold it together anymore.
Paige had always been confident. It was part of who she was. But this? This was something else.
They were in the gym again, another session with Aaron, and Paige was being a menace.
Every time Azzi looked up, Paige was watching her.
Not subtly.
And when Azzi caught her? Paige didn’t even look away.
It was infuriating.
And unfairly attractive.
Azzi tried to focus on Aaron, on the work, on literally anything but Paige’s gaze burning into her skin.
It didn’t work.
Because Paige was relentless.
She stretched, flexing way more than necessary. Smirked when Azzi’s eyes betrayed her and flickered to her arms.
And when she caught Azzi looking, again?
She grinned. “Something you wanna say?”
Azzi rolled her eyes, forcing herself to look away. “I’m ignoring you.”
Paige chuckled. “No, you’re not.”
Azzi exhaled sharply. This woman.
Paige wasn’t done, though.
She leaned in, voice low. Too close. Too warm. Too much. “You know, if you wanna keep staring at me, you could just admit it.”
Azzi turned to face her, fully prepared to shut this down.
But then Paige’s eyes dropped, just for a second.
And Azzi realized, she was doing it too.
For the first time, Paige looked a little…caught.
A little off balance.
And that’s when Azzi did something she never thought she’d do.
She pushed back.
Azzi crossed her arms, tilting her head. “You’re staring too P.”
Paige blinked.
Azzi smirked. Gotcha.
Paige recovered fast. Grinned. “Can you blame me?”
Azzi’s stomach flipped.
She opened her mouth, to say what, she didn’t even know.
But then Aaron called for them, and the moment was gone.
Azzi exhaled. Thank God.
After the session, they walked out together, like always.
Paige was quieter than usual.
Azzi nudged her. “What? No smart comments?”
Paige glanced at her, thoughtful. “Just thinking.”
Azzi raised a brow. “That’s dangerous.”
Paige snorted. “Shut up.”
“You ever think about it?”
Azzi blinked. “Think about what?”
Paige stopped walking. Looked at her.
Azzi’s heart jumped.
Paige exhaled, almost like she was about to say something real.
Then she smirked. “Never mind.”
Azzi frowned. “Paige—”
But Paige was already walking again.
And Azzi was left standing there, wondering what the hell just happened.
Later Azzi was laying in bed, replaying every moment.
Every glance. Every word.
The way Paige almost said something.
And for the first time, Azzi admitted it to herself, really, truly admitted it.
She didn’t just like this thing between them.
She wanted it.
And maybe…
Maybe it was time to stop pretending otherwise.
Azzi wasn’t in denial anymore.
She had spent weeks pretending that what was happening between her and Paige was just playful banter, harmless, a game they both enjoyed.
But now?
Now, it was too obvious. Too intense.
And Azzi was so tired of pretending.
It started early next morning.
Azzi had barely walked into the gym when Paige leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking way too pleased with herself.
“Morning pretty,” Paige drawled.
Azzi sighed. “What do you want?”
Paige smirked. “Not even a hello? I thought psychologists were supposed to be nice.”
Azzi rolled her eyes. “Hello, Paige.”
Paige grinned. “Much better.”
Azzi tried to step past her, but Paige blocked her path, deliberately.
Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
Paige tilted her head. “You seem tense. Need a personal trainer to help loosen you up?”
Azzi scoffed. “I’m fine.”
Paige shrugged, stepping closer, too close. “You sure? Cause you’ve been looking at me like you’ve got a lot on your mind.”
Azzi’s stomach flipped.
But she didn’t back down.
Instead, she held Paige’s gaze. “Funny. I was gonna say the same thing about you.”
For the first time, Paige looked caught.
Just for a second.
Then she grinned. “You’re getting cocky Azzi.”
Azzi smirked. “Maybe I’ve been spending too much time around you.”
Paige’s eyes darkened, just slightly.
And that’s when Azzi knew.
They weren’t dancing around this anymore.
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Aaron was in the weight room, stretching before their session, which meant Azzi had a few minutes of freedom. Or at least, she thought she did.
Because Paige was still in her space.
She was lifting weights, deliberately showing off. Flexing a little too much. Making sure Azzi noticed.
Azzi did.
Unfortunately.
Paige caught her staring. Again.
And this time, she didn’t let it slide.
She set down the weights, wiping her hands on a towel and turned to Azzi with a slow, knowing grin.
“You checking me out Fudd?”
Azzi’s heart jumped.
She tried to play it cool. “You’re imagining things.”
Paige chuckled. “Mmm. Am I?”
Azzi refused to let her win this one.
She tilted her head. “Even if I was, it’s only fair. You’ve been staring at me for weeks.”
Paige blinked.
Azzi smirked.
Paige recovered quickly. She stepped closer, so close Azzi could smell her shampoo.
“You’re right,” Paige murmured. “I have been staring.”
Azzi’s breath caught.
Paige’s voice dropped. “And you like it.”
Azzi didn’t answer.
Because Paige wasn’t wrong.
Later that day, they were alone in the office, going over Aaron’s progress.
Paige was leaning over Azzi’s chair, pointing at something on the laptop, but Azzi wasn’t listening.
Not when Paige was this close. Not when Paige smelled this good. Not when Paige’s voice was low and teasing.
At some point, Paige stopped talking.
Azzi turned her head, and suddenly, they were inches apart.
Neither of them moved. Neither of them breathed.
Azzi’s pulse pounded.
Paige’s eyes flickered to her lips, just for a second.
Then she pulled back.
Too fast.
Azzi swallowed. “Paige—”
Paige cut her off. “We should go.”
Azzi exhaled, frustrated. “Right. Yeah. Of course.”
But as they walked out together, she knew it was only a matter of time.
Because whatever this was?
It was about to explode.
Azzi couldn’t deny it anymore. She had been trying to focus on her work, on her client, but everything kept coming back to Paige.
Every time she saw Paige’s easy smile, the way she leaned in when they talked, the way her eyes sparkled when she was excited about something, it made Azzi’s chest tighten in a way she couldn’t ignore. She wasn’t ready to admit to herself that this wasn’t just a fleeting feeling. It had been building for months, creeping in unnoticed.
But the next day, as they walked together to the gym after their session with the player, it was harder than ever to ignore.
Paige was walking beside her, close enough for Azzi to catch the faint scent of her perfume, a mix of lavender and something more, something that felt entirely like Paige. It made her heart race, and she kept her gaze straight ahead, trying not to let Paige see how much she was affecting her.
“So, how’s the day been?” Paige asked, glancing over at her with a playful glint in her eye. She was leaning into her usual teasing energy, but Azzi couldn’t shake the vulnerability that seemed to linger in the air between them.
“It’s been fine,” Azzi replied, her voice steady even though she felt anything but calm. “Busy, but good. You?”
“Same,” Paige said. There was a beat of silence before Paige added, “I’m really glad we’re doing this together again. I didn’t think I’d miss you this much.”
Azzi stopped walking for a second, her heart skipping in her chest. She turned to face Paige, not hiding the surprise in her expression. “You didn’t think you’d miss me?”
Paige’s eyes softened. “Well, maybe I didn’t realize how much I needed this. Having someone who understands me… who gets how I think. It’s been nice.”
Azzi’s breath caught, her thoughts swirling. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Paige reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. It was a casual gesture, but there was something so intimate about it, something Azzi couldn’t ignore.
Paige’s hand lingered for a second longer than necessary, and Azzi felt the warmth of her touch sear through her. She swallowed hard, trying to regain some composure. “You’re always so… forward,” she said, her voice quieter than usual. “Don’t you ever hold back?”
Paige smirked, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Not really. Why hold back when I know exactly what I want?” Her words were playful, but the intensity behind them made Azzi’s heart race. There was something heavy in the air between them. Something that wasn’t just about their work or their friendship.
Azzi couldn’t take it anymore. “And what is it you want, Paige?”
Paige stepped closer, her gaze steady on Azzi. “I want this..this connection we have. I want us to be… more.”
Azzi’s breath hitched, her thoughts a tangled mess. She didn’t know what to say. She had been trying so hard to pretend that her feelings weren’t there, that she was fine just being friends, but now it was impossible to deny. Her pulse quickened as she stood frozen in place, staring at Paige.
“More?” she whispered.
Paige nodded slowly, her expression softening. “Yeah. More. More than just this. More than what we’ve been pretending this is.”
Azzi felt her heart pounding in her chest. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and she could feel the pull between them like a magnetic force, drawing them closer with each passing second.
“I—” Azzi started to say, but before she could finish her thought, Paige’s lips were on hers.
It wasn’t a kiss of desperation or heat, but something deeper, more tender. It was a kiss that held all the weight of their unspoken feelings, all the years of friendship and unacknowledged longing. Paige’s lips were soft against hers,, asking, inviting her to take the leap.
Azzi hesitated for only a second before she kissed back, her hand resting gently on Paige’s neck, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her touch. The world seemed to disappear as they stood there, caught in the moment. It was everything Azzi had been holding back, everything she hadn’t been able to say or express.
When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads leaning together in a moment of shared vulnerability.
Azzi smiled softly, her heart still racing. “I’ve wanted that for a long time.”
Paige’s lips curled into a grin. “Same.”
Azzi shook her head in disbelief, but there was a lightness in her chest now, a freedom she hadn’t realized she needed. “You really know how to mess with me, don’t you?”
Paige laughed, the sound light and warm. “Guess I’ve had a lot of practice. You’re just too cute when you try to act all composed.” She winked playfully.
Azzi rolled her eyes, but her smile was soft, filled with warmth. She stepped closer to Paige, her voice quieter now. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
The moment felt fragile, like a delicate thread that might break if they weren’t careful, but for once, Azzi didn’t feel afraid. She didn’t feel like she had to protect herself from what she was feeling. With Paige, everything felt right.
The following days felt surreal for Azzi. It was as if the world around her had shifted just slightly, like an invisible weight had been lifted off her shoulders. After that kiss with Paige, things felt different, better, more open. Yet, Azzi was still trying to figure out what this meant, both for their personal lives and their professional dynamic.
They continued to work with the athlete, pushing through each day with a mix of intensity and subtle glances, the air thick with unspoken words. Paige was constantly teasing her, her playful energy never far from the surface. Every time Azzi caught herself staring at Paige, she quickly looked away, her face heating up with the kind of embarrassment she hadn’t felt in years.
But then Paige would catch her, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “You okay there, Fudd? Something on your mind?”
Azzi would force a smile, trying to maintain her professional composure. “Just making sure you’re not slacking off,” she’d joke, though it was clear the teasing was a cover-up for the unacknowledged tension between them.
They were in the gym one afternoon, the athlete pushing through some light drills. Paige was on the other side of the room, working with the player, while Azzi kept an eye on their progress. She couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly Paige moved, how confident she was. There was a strength to her that Azzi admired, but also something about her presence that made Azzi’s pulse quicken.
As Paige turned and caught her staring, she raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “You’re doing it again, Azzi.”
Azzi’s heart skipped. “Doing what?” she asked, trying to keep her tone casual.
“Staring at me like you’re about to say something,” Paige said, her voice playful but laced with something else, something that hinted at deeper feelings.
Azzi cleared her throat, glancing away quickly, trying to regain her composure. “I was just making sure you didn’t break your own rules.” It was a lame excuse, but it was all she could think of in the moment.
Paige crossed the room, her footsteps light but confident. She leaned in slightly, her breath warm on Azzi’s cheek as she whispered, “You know, you really should just admit that you’re into me. It’d be a lot less confusing for both of us.”
Azzi froze. She hadn’t expected Paige to be so direct. The words hung in the air between them, too close for comfort, and yet Azzi found herself unable to move. There was something intoxicating about the way Paige looked at her, something that made it hard to keep her guard up.
“I—” Azzi started, but the words caught in her throat. Her heart was racing, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, but she couldn’t find a way to express what she was feeling. Instead, she took a step back, breaking the moment, trying to regain some control. “I’m just… not sure we should mix things up like that.”
Paige’s eyes softened, and for a moment, Azzi could see the vulnerability beneath her confident exterior. “I get it, Azzi,” Paige said, her tone quieter now. “We’ve been friends for a long time, and I don’t want to mess that up. But I also know what I want, and I’ve never been one to shy away from what I feel.”
Azzi let out a slow breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “I don’t know if I’m ready for all of this,” she admitted, her voice soft.
“You don’t have to be ready right now,” Paige said, her voice gentle, reassuring. “I just want you to know that whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. Together.”
The warmth in her words was undeniable, and for the first time, Azzi felt the weight of her own hesitation begin to lift. Maybe Paige was right, maybe this didn’t have to be as complicated as Azzi was making it. Maybe they could still have what they had, even if it meant something more.
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It was the night before their athlete’s championship game, and the atmosphere in the hotel was buzzing with excitement. Paige and Azzi were sitting at the bar, having a quiet drink together to unwind before the big day.
The room was filled with the hum of excited chatter, but all Azzi could focus on was Paige. She was sitting next to her, her leg brushing against Azzi’s every so often, sending electric jolts through her body. They hadn’t talked much about what had happened between them earlier in the week, but it was impossible to ignore the tension that still lingered between them.
“You okay?” Paige asked, her voice low, a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she studied Azzi.
Azzi took a deep breath, trying to shake off the nervous energy that had settled in her stomach. “Just thinking about the game tomorrow,” she said, though that wasn’t entirely true. There was something else on her mind, something that had nothing to do with the game.
Paige tilted her head, her eyes never leaving Azzi’s. “You know, I can’t help but notice how quiet you’ve been tonight.” She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “what’s going on?”
Azzi let out a soft laugh, trying to hide the fact that her heart was racing. “It’s just… this whole situation. I don’t know what to do with myself.”
Paige reached out, gently placing her hand over Azzi’s. The touch was simple, but it sent a shockwave through Azzi’s body. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now,” Paige said quietly. “We can just take things one step at a time.”
Azzi swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to their intertwined hands. She didn’t know what she was waiting for, but the closeness between them was undeniable.
Paige’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Azzi,” she said softly. “Look at me.”
Azzi did, meeting Paige’s gaze, and for a moment, everything else faded away. There was no pressure, no expectations, just the two of them, here, in this moment.
Paige’s thumb gently brushed over Azzi’s hand, and her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke again. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? Whatever this is between us… it’s worth exploring.”
Azzi’s breath caught in her throat, and for the first time in a long time, she felt a sense of peace. Maybe Paige was right. Maybe they didn’t have to have everything figured out. Maybe they could just take the leap and see where it led.
And so, with a soft smile, Azzi finally allowed herself to give in. She leaned in just enough to let her lips brush against Paige’s, and for a brief moment, the world fell away.
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The locker room was alive with excitement. The team had just clinched the championship win, and Paige couldn’t stop smiling. The athlete they had been working with for months had finally broken through, pushing past all the mental and physical barriers that had held them back. It felt like a hard-earned victory for everyone, especially for the athlete, who had fought tooth and nail to get back on the court after a serious injury.
The after-party was buzzing with energy, everyone celebrating their success. Paige and Azzi were both basking in the afterglow of their hard work, watching their athlete bask in their well-deserved spotlight. Paige had her drink in hand, and Azzi, looking impossibly beautiful in a tight, deep brown dress, had already drawn the atttention of several admirers.
As the crowd shifted around them, Paige couldn’t help but focus on Azzi. She hadn’t been able to stop stealing glances all night. Azzi’s dress hugged her body in all the right places, and Paige could feel her heart rate spike every time her eyes lingered on her. There was a magnetic pull between them, one that Paige had never quite been able to ignore.
“You look incredible,” Paige said, stepping a little closer to Azzi, her voice a bit more unsteady than usual. She was trying to keep her cool, but the alcohol and the way Azzi looked in that dress was making it nearly impossible.
Azzi glanced up at her with a smile that was both playful and warm. “You’ve said that like five times tonight,” she teased, but there was something in her eyes, something soft, something more vulnerable, that Paige hadn’t seen before.
Paige leaned in, her voice low as she replied, “Well, it’s true. Every time I look at you, it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time again.”
Azzi’s smile faltered just slightly, her eyes flicking between Paige’s lips and her eyes. “You’ve been staring at me all night. What’s going on P?” she asked softly, her voice laced with curiosity.
Paige didn’t shy away. Instead, she stepped even closer, her chest brushing against Azzi’s. “Can’t help it,” she murmured, her hand lightly grazing over Azzi’s arm. “Every time I look at you, I can’t stop thinking about how damn beautiful you are. You make it hard to think about anything else.”
Azzi’s breath hitched at the compliment, her eyes widening for a second before she let out a quiet laugh. “You’re something else, you know that?” She took a small step back, as if she was trying to process the gravity of Paige’s words.
Paige couldn’t hold back the smile that stretched across her face. “What can I say? I speak the truth,” she said, her gaze intense but playful. She took another sip of her drink, feeling the alcohol ease the tightness in her chest. “Besides, you’ve always made it hard for me to think straight, Azzi.”
Azzi raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the honesty in Paige’s voice. “Is that so?” she asked, her tone both teasing and serious. “You’ve always had a way of getting under my skin.”
Paige’s pulse quickened at the words. The tension between them was almost unbearable now, thick with unspoken feelings and long-buried emotions. She took a step forward again, the space between them practically nonexistent.
“Yeah, well,” Paige said, her voice suddenly much softer, “there’s something about you that makes it impossible for me to forget you. You’re always on my mind.”
Azzi bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. “You’re not exactly helping me out here,” she said, her words coming out slightly slurred. “I’m trying to keep it cool, and you’re making it really hard.”
Paige, now fully aware of how touchy she was getting after a few drinks, couldn’t stop herself. She took a step forward, letting her hands rest gently on Azzi’s waist. “Maybe that’s the point,” Paige said, her eyes softening, the tension between them palpable.
Azzi’s breath hitched, but she quickly recovered with a laugh.
The party was still in full swing around them, but it felt like the rest of the world had faded away. Paige couldn’t tear her gaze away from Azzi, not when she was so close, not when the chemistry was so thick in the air.
Azzi let out a little laugh, her eyes catching Paige’s in a way that made her stomach flip. “You’re dangerous when you drink, you know that?”
Paige shrugged, looking at her with a teasing grin. “I’m just being honest,” she replied. “If you want me to be real with you, I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.”
Azzi froze, her eyes wide, as she took in Paige’s words. “Are you serious?”
Paige was no longer sure where the alcohol ended and the honesty began. “More serious than I’ve ever been,” she said softly, her gaze intense as she watched Azzi’s reaction. “I want to kiss you, Azzi. Right here. Right now.”
Azzi blinked, clearly caught off guard. “God, Paige, you’re drunk,” she said, though there was a flicker of something in her eyes, something that told Paige Azzi wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.
“Well,” Paige said with a grin, leaning in just slightly closer, “I’m not the only one who’s been sneaking glances all night, right?”
Azzi’s expression softened, and she let out a sigh. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it either,” she admitted, her voice quieter now.
The words hung in the air for a second, both of them processing what had just been said. Then Azzi, looking a little tipsy herself, surprised Paige by reaching up to touch her cheek, her hand warm and steady.
“You’ve always known how to make me blush,” Azzi said, her voice low, and Paige’s heart leaped in her chest. “I’m just… afraid we’ll mess it up. But damn, it feels like it’s already happening, doesn’t it?”
“Maybe that’s the best thing,” Paige said, her tone flirtatious but also gentle. “We’ve always been in sync. Maybe it’s time we let ourselves have something real.”
Azzi smiled, her eyes soft. “Maybe you’re right,” she said. “But you’re still dangerous when you’re drunk.”
“I’m dangerous all the time,” Paige winked.
Paige looked down at Azzi’s lips, the desire clear in her eyes. The words she had held back for so long seemed to surge to the surface. “You… You always make me second-guess myself,” Paige admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I never knew what to do with what I felt for you. I still don’t.”
Azzi’s eyes softened, and she reached out, her hand gently resting on Paige’s arm. “I’ve always felt it too,” she said quietly, her voice full of emotion. “But I was afraid… afraid of what it would do to everything we’ve built, to what we were.”
Paige swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked into Azzi’s eyes. “I don’t care about that anymore,” she confessed, stepping even closer. “I don’t want to hold back anymore, Azzi. I just want to be around you.”
Azzi hesitated, her breath coming a little faster now. “Paige…” she started, but the words were cut off when Paige closed the space between them, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss.
It wasn’t like the first kiss. This time, it was deeper, more urgent, filled with everything they had both held inside for so long. Paige’s hand moved to Azzi’s waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body against hers. Azzi melted into it, her fingers curling into Paige’s hair, tugging her closer. The kiss deepened, each of them exploring, savoring, like they were both finally giving in to everything they had been resisting. When they finally pulled back, their foreheads rested against each other, both of them breathing heavily.
Azzi smiled softly, her hands resting on Paige’s shoulders. Paige smiled back, her fingers brushing over Azzi’s cheek. “What are we waiting for?” she asked, her voice light but filled with desire
Azzi’s smile widened, and for the first time, she seemed completely at ease. “I think we should get out of here,” she murmured, her lips curling up at the corners. “Before we do something crazy.”
Paige chuckled, her hand finding Azzi’s as they began walking toward the exit. “You’re right.”
Azzi raised an eyebrow, a playful gleam in her eyes. “You’re bold when you’ve had a little to drink,” she said with a laugh.
Paige shrugged with a grin. “Guess you’ll just have to get used to it,” she replied, her voice low with a hint of flirtation.
They walked out of the party, the cool night air hitting their faces, and they both knew that things were about to change. They didn’t need to say anything more. The unspoken connection between them was all they needed now.
As they reached the elevator, Paige glanced at Azzi, feeling a surge of affection. “I don’t know where this is going, but I’m glad it’s with you.”
Azzi smiled, her eyes soft and sincere. “Me too, Paige. Me too.”
The door to Paige’s hotel room clicked shut behind them, locking them in a space suddenly charged with anticipation.
Neither of them spoke at first, but the silence wasn’t empty, it was full. Full of all the words they weren’t saying, all the tension that had been building between them since the moment they reconnected.
Azzi stood near the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving Paige’s. “I’m gonna take a shower” her voice soft, playful.
Paige exhaled a laugh, running a hand through her hair. “I think i need one too.”
Azzi took a step closer, her hands finding the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. The tank top underneath did nothing to hide the toned muscle beneath her skin, and Paige felt her mouth go dry.
Azzi smirked at the reaction, tossing the shirt aside. “You gonna just stand there staring, or are we actually doing this?”
Paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. “You’re getting real cocky, you know that?”
Azzi grinned. “Only ‘cause I know you like it.”
She wasn’t wrong.
Paige didn’t hesitate any longer. She reached for Azzi’s wrist, tugging her toward the bathroom without another word.
The bathroom was warm, a subtle mist lingering from when Azzi had turned the shower on earlier. The sound of running water filled the space as they stepped inside, the small room amplifying the intimacy of the moment.
Paige turned to face Azzi, watching as she peeled off the rest of her clothes. Every inch of skin revealed made Paige’s breath hitch just a little more.
Paige raised an eyebrow. “You gonna join me or what?”
Azzi exhaled, shaking her head at how effortless Paige made this seem. She quickly stripped down, feeling the heat of Paige’s gaze as she did.
The moment they stepped under the water, it was over.
The first touch was tentative, Paige’s fingers brushing against Azzi’s skin, tracing droplets of water sliding down. Azzi inhaled sharply at the contact, her own hands coming up to rest against Paige’s waist.
“You’re so beautiful,” Paige murmured, voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.
Azzi smiled, softer this time. “You too.”
Paige leaned in, pressing her forehead against Azzi’s for just a second before tilting her head, letting their lips meet in a slow, deliberate kiss. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was perfect.
Azzi’s hands tightened on Paige’s waist, pulling her closer. The warmth of their bodies pressed together sent a shiver up Paige’s spine.
“Damn,” Paige breathed against her lips. “Been waiting for this.”
Azzi smiled, tilting Paige’s chin up so she could kiss her again, deeper this time. The steam wrapped around them, making every touch slick and heated.
Paige’s hands moved, trailing down Azzi’s back, tracing every line of muscle, every dip of her skin. Azzi let out a soft gasp when Paige’s fingers pressed into her hips, nails digging just slightly.
“Paige,” Azzi whispered, breathless.
Paige groaned at the way her name sounded on Azzi’s lips, pressing their bodies impossibly closer. “Yeah, baby?”
Azzi let out a breathy laugh, leaning into Paige’s touch. “Just… don’t stop.”
Paige had no intention of stopping.
Paige’s strong hand reached out, tracing a slow, deliberate line along Azzi’s damp shoulder. The warmth of her touch sent shivers down Azzi’s spine, igniting every nerve. As water streamed down their intertwined forms, Azzi leaned in and captured Paige’s lips in a searing kiss, deep, unhurried, and filled with years of unspoken desire.
Their kiss deepened, each caress a tender exploration of every hidden longing. Azzi’s fingers danced along the curve of Paige’s neck, pulling her closer until the heat between them grew undeniable. In the steamy glow, they kissed again, more urgently this time, fingers interlacing as they sought to erase the distance that had always lingered between them.
Paige’s hands roamed over Azzi’s ass, feeling the curves of her body that had always captivated her. Every touch was a conversation, every gentle squeeze or lingering stroke spoke of a passion that had been waiting to be confessed. The rhythm of the falling water echoed their soft moans and shared laughter as they exchanged playful kisses along the collarbone, their lips soft yet insistent.
“Tell me you’re feeling this,” Azzi murmured against Paige’s lips as she traced light kisses down her jawline. The intimacy of the moment left them both trembling, their kisses becoming a silent affirmation of everything they’d longed for. Paige’s response was a series of delicate, searching kisses that traveled slowly, mapping the contours of Azzi’s face and expressing a vulnerability that was as powerful as it was beautiful.
In the warm shower, the boundaries between them dissolved completely. Their touches became bolder, their kisses more fervent, each one a promise of the connection they’d always shared. Azzi’s hand cradled Paige’s face as she pressed her lips against hers once more, the passion building with every lingering, heartfelt caress.
Under the steady cascade of water, every kiss, every touch, wove them closer together, washing away the hesitations of the past. In that exquisite, sensual moment, their souls communicated in the language of tender kisses and gentle caresses, each movement a declaration that nothing, not even time, could keep them apart.
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The soft light of the morning streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the hotel room. The air between Paige and Azzi was thick with unspoken words, but there was also an undeniable shift in the atmosphere, a soft, almost comforting tension.
Paige woke up slowly, her head feeling slightly fuzzy from the drinks the night before, but it wasn’t the alcohol that made her heart race. It was the fact that Azzi was lying next to her, their bodies tangled in the sheets, the warm weight of Azzi’s arm resting across her waist.
For a few moments, Paige just stayed still, trying to process everything. The kiss. The touches. The confessions that had been hanging in the air for so long. She had never expected any of this to happen, yet here they were, in the quiet aftermath.
Azzi stirred, her eyes fluttering open. When she saw Paige, a small, shy smile spread across her face, and for a second, Paige’s breath hitched in her throat. The woman she had secretly wanted for years was here, next to her, and it felt more real than anything she had ever imagined.
“Good morning,” Azzi said softly, her voice still a little groggy but warm and full of affection.
Paige smiled, her heart doing a little flip in her chest. “Good morning,” she replied, her voice a little hoarse. She moved closer, resting her head on Azzi’s chest, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, the softness of her skin.
There was a comfortable silence, just the two of them, wrapped in each other’s arms. Paige finally spoke, her words carefully chosen. “So… what now?”
Azzi chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair out of Paige’s face. “I don’t know,” she said. “But I think we’ve got a lot of things to figure out.”
Paige looked up at her, her eyes serious. “I know we do. But… Azzi, I don’t want to pretend anymore. Not after last night. Not after everything.”
Azzi’s expression softened, her hand gently caressing Paige’s cheek. “I don’t want to pretend either,” she whispered. “We’ve both been pretending for too long, haven’t we?”
Paige nodded, her heart pounding. She could feel the weight of their history, the years of unsaid words, but now, here in the quiet of the morning, it felt like everything was finally falling into place.
“We have all the time in the world,” Azzi said, her voice warm and reassuring. “Let’s figure it out. Together.”
The sincerity in Azzi’s voice made Paige’s chest tighten with emotion. She smiled, her heart swelling with happiness. “I can’t believe we’re here,” she whispered, almost to herself.
Azzi smiled back, her thumb tracing soft circles on Paige’s arm. “Neither can I,” she said. “But I’m glad we are.”
They stayed in that quiet, intimate moment, not needing to say anything more. Words weren’t always necessary when it felt this right.
A few weeks had passed since that night in the hotel room, and things between Paige and Azzi had shifted in ways that felt almost surreal. They were no longer just two people reconnecting, they were building something new, something real. Something that felt like it had been waiting for them all along.
The gym had become a regular meeting place for them, but it wasn’t just about the athlete they were helping anymore. It wasn’t just about recovery or progress. Now, it was about them, about what they were becoming.
Paige and Azzi had slipped into a new routine, one where they were constantly teasing each other, exchanging glances full of meaning, and laughing at all the inside jokes that only they understood. Their playful flirtation had turned into something deeper, something that neither of them wanted to rush, but neither could deny.
One afternoon, after a particularly intense training session, they found themselves alone in the locker room, the rest of the team having already left.
Azzi was sitting on a bench, stretching out her muscles, when Paige came over to her, a mischievous grin on her face.
“What?” Azzi asked, looking up at her, her expression a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
Paige leaned against the wall, her eyes narrowing playfully. “You look good in that tank top. But I bet you’d look even better without it.”
Azzi laughed, shaking her head. “You never stop, do you?”
Paige smiled, moving closer. “Why would I? I’ve got to keep you on your toes.”
Azzi tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “You think I’m not already?”
Paige paused, then gently reached for Azzi’s hand, pulling her up from the bench. “You know,” she said softly, “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.
Azzi’s breath caught in her throat as she looked into Paige’s eyes, seeing the depth of emotion there, the vulnerability she had never seen before. “What do you mean?”
Paige took a step closer, her hand resting against Azzi’s arm. “I mean that I’m all in. No more pretending. I want this. I want you.”
Azzi’s heart skipped a beat. She had known how she felt for so long, but hearing Paige say it out loud made everything feel more real than ever. She smiled softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you, too.”
The space between them seemed to disappear in that moment, and before either of them could second-guess it, their lips met in a kiss that was soft and slow, full of all the unspoken things they had been carrying for so long. The kiss was a promise, a promise to no longer hide, to no longer be afraid of what they wanted.
As they pulled away, Paige smiled, her forehead resting against Azzi’s. “I’m glad we’re finally here.”
Azzi’s smile mirrored hers. “Me too. We’ve got a lot ahead of us, but I think we’re ready.”
And for the first time in a long while, Paige felt at peace. The future was uncertain, but with Azzi by her side, she knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.
It had been a couple of weeks since they had finally admitted to each other how they felt, and things had only gotten better between Paige and Azzi. Their playful banter, shared smiles, and stolen glances had turned into something deeper, something that was now moving toward the kind of relationship that Paige had always dreamed about but never quite knew how to find.
One evening, Paige decided it was time to take the plunge. She had been thinking about it all week, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was nervous. Sure, she had always been confident, but when it came to Azzi, it was different. The weight of her feelings was heavier now, and she wanted to make this moment special.
Paige found herself pacing around her apartment, running her fingers through her hair and muttering to herself. “You got this,” she muttered, glancing at her phone. It was already 6 p.m., and she still hadn’t called Azzi. She wasn’t sure if she was going to be too forward, but she finally dialed Azzi’s number, trying to keep the nerves from showing.
The phone rang a few times before Azzi answered, her voice soft and sweet. “Hey, what’s up baby?”
Paige grinned, suddenly feeling a little more at ease. “Hey beautiful, so, I’ve been thinking,” she began, biting her lip. “I know we’ve been hanging out a lot, but I want to do something different tonight. I was wondering if you’d be up for, well you know, going on a real date with me?”
Azzi was quiet for a moment, and Paige could hear the smile in her voice when she finally spoke. “A real date, huh? That sounds nice.”
Paige’s grin widened. “Yeah. Dinner, maybe. Something low key. We could do whatever you want, though. It’s just… I want to spend more time with you.”
Azzi laughed softly. “I think I can manage that.” There was a brief pause before Azzi added, “When do you want to do this?”
Paige’s grin widened. “How about in an hour? I’ll come pick you up?”
“I’ll be ready,” Azzi replied with a slight chuckle.
A little over an hour later, Paige arrived at Azzi’s apartment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had chosen a casual outfit, a black leather jacket, a white t-shirt, some silver jewelry and a pair of jeans, something she knew would make her feel confident, yet still look effortless. She rang the doorbell, her palms sweaty from the anticipation.
Azzi opened the door, and Paige’s breath caught in her throat. Azzi was wearing a simple, yet stunning, black dress that hugged her figure just right. Her soft curly hair, falling over her shoulders, and her smile was enough to make Paige’s heart skip a beat.
“Wow,” Paige said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You look… amazing.”
Azzi’s cheeks flushed a soft pink as she adjusted the strap on her dress. “You look really good P” she said, reaching for her purse. “I didn’t think you’d actually go all out for this date.”
Paige raised an eyebrow. “You think I don’t know how to impress a girl?” She winked playfully, and Azzi rolled her eyes, clearly trying to hide her smile.
“You’re ridiculous,” Azzi said, but she was laughing. “Let’s just get going before you talk me into something I’ll regret.”
Paige chuckled, offering Azzi her arm like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I promise, no regrets.”
The night was filled with laughter and conversation, and it felt so effortlessly easy to be with Azzi. They went to a cozy restaurant that Paige knew Azzi would love. It was quiet, intimate, with soft lighting and an incredible menu.
As they sat down, the chemistry between them was undeniable, but this time it wasn’t just about playful teasing, it was about getting to know each other in a deeper way.
“So,” Paige began, taking a sip of her wine, “tell me something about your time at UConn that I don’t know. Something I don’t even know about you.”
Azzi leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful look crossing her face. “Hmm. Well, I don’t know if you remember this, but when i was freshman, I used to sneak into the gym in the middle of the night just to practice my shots. Everyone was always so busy with their own schedules, but I hated being behind. So I’d go by myself, thinking no one would catch me.” She smiled at the memory. “You were one of the only ones who ever caught me.”
Paige laughed softly, shaking her head. “Of course I caught you. You were always sneaking around, trying to get better. I remember that night so clearly. You were drenched in sweat, trying to make that one shot. I should’ve known then that you were a little bit of a perfectionist.”
Azzi chuckled. “I was such a perfectionist back then. Still am sometimes.” She met Paige’s gaze, her smile softening. “I think I just wanted to prove myself.”
Paige’s expression softened as well, and she nodded. “I get it. You’ve always had this drive. It’s one of the things I admire about you.”
Azzi raised an eyebrow playfully. “Really? You admire my stubbornness?”
Paige smirked. “I admire your dedication. You’re always pushing yourself, even when it’s not easy.”
Azzi grinned. “Well, I’m glad someone noticed.”
Paige leaned back in her seat, her fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass. “What about you? What’s something about me you’ve never told me?” she asked, her voice quiet and teasing.
Azzi thought for a moment, then leaned in slightly. “Honestly, I always knew you were going to be amazing. You were always so calm and collected. I think you were one of the only people I knew at UConn who didn’t let the pressure get to you. And I could tell you cared so much about everyone, even when you didn’t say much. You’re always the one who listens, always the one who makes sure everyone’s okay.”
Paige blushed slightly at the compliment, ducking her head. “I… I never really knew what to say in those moments. But I always tried to be there for my teammates, for you.”
Azzi’s heart warmed at the sincerity in Paige’s eyes. “You were always there, Paige. Always.”
Paige smiled, meeting Azzi’s gaze again. “I’m glad. And… I’m glad we’re here now.”
The words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, it felt like the world had slowed down. They weren’t at UConn anymore. They weren’t players and trainers, they were just two people, sitting across from each other, sharing a quiet moment that felt like it was meant to be.
“Me too,” Paige whispered, her voice softer than before. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
Azzi smiled, and for the rest of the evening, they talked more about their past, their memories at UConn, and everything that had led them to this moment. It was a night full of laughter, warmth, and a connection that was undeniable.
And as they walked out of the restaurant, side by side, Paige knew that this was only the beginning. There were so many more moments ahead of them, and she couldn’t wait to see where it all went.
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