#sistar: ask

[theboytatu]

Opinion on Kiss of Life? One sentence.

overhyped by token stanning and an inflated perception of their singing skills

[ashmp3]

Also for groups NMIXX and SISTAR please <3

For Onew I'd recommend the entirety of the Circle album, but Blue only of you're really big on ballads

yay girls galore <3 nmixx - xoxo and run for roses sistar - I LIKE THAT!!!!!!! it also reminds me of high school lmfao but i know that song i knew the choreo too like. everything to me. also alone i learned that choreo too lmfao thats when you know its Real for me

[boraxquinn]

TAG DROP: Ignore

[a-moth-to-the-light]

Summer of K-pop Tag, 3

[introduction/full list of questions]

Current Obsessions:

Can We Talk Again -- Purplekiss (this rap section is still my favorite of theirs!!)

Blue Summer -- Ateez (MORE SUMMER NOSTALGIA <3)

Questions of the Day: brave girls: "rollin'", "chi mat ba ram", or "after we ride"?

Let it be known that I'm a HUGE "After We Ride" fan--I have a soft spot songs that sound like driving at night! But I have to pick "Chi Mat Ba Ram" in this competition, because that chorus is out of this world, bringing the highs of "Rollin'" into something a bit longer-lived. I love all the layers in its instrumental, too--there's a pretty large band hidden under its simple pop aesthetic. This makes for a very immersive listening experience, and I can't imagine a better world to get lost in than this all-out summer bliss. "Chi Mat Ba Ram" makes me think of the best vacations I've ever taken, sweeping me up so fully in the novelty of summer that I forget all about the season's long, boring, sulky parts--summer queens, truly.

what's your favorite sistar song?

"I Like That". It's a moody dance track, which already gives it an advantage in my book, but it's also too weird not to love. Like seriously, it's CAMP--and that starts in the intro, with that random voice saying "let's dance" (don't worry, there will be plenty more random voices to come). And that rap section is SO FUNNY ?? "I Like That" is super catchy, too--that horn sample is awesome, but they still balance it out with a chorus that can stand on its own. The combination, then, is addictive to the max.

Tomorrow: what do you think of hyolyn’s “see sea”? do you still listen to it?

[smutoperator]

Shake It Baby

Kang Jihyun (Soyou) x Male Reader

Summer 2015 Episode 1

Tags: anal, ass eating, big butt, bouncy boobs, cum on ass, dirty talk, facefucking, facesitting, floor sex, (a little) footjob, pervert instructor, ripped yoga pants, rough sex, screaming, squatting, titfucking, twerking, workout

Word count: 5327.

Money maker, rump shaker. Heartbreaker, chance taker. Net payer, one slayer. One, two, three, let's go. The song starts playing, and Soyou starts exercising in front of her instructor as she prepares for her group's comeback, ready to show why Sistar are known as the summer queens.

Soyou keeps moving sexily as she dances, putting extra emphasis on her shaking and squatting as she wears the blue yoga pants from the soon-to-be-released music video. "You're moving quite hard, aren't you?" you ask her. "Well, the song is called 'Shake It,' so I gotta do it just like that," she answers.

"Keep going then; you're looking very good," you tell Soyou as she ramps up the intensity of her moves. You notice as she squats that her yoga pants can barely keep her beautiful big butt inside, looking at her ass nonstop and hoping she doesn't notice it.

You instruct Soyou to keep doing her exercise, her ass getting very sweaty as she keeps the intensity. "Your ass shape is amazing," you tell her as she keeps squatting it. "What did you say?" she asks. "Your shape is looking amazing," you answer.

"Let's do it together," you tell Soyou, moving up and down alongside her. Her big, beautiful ass rubs against your crotch, and you can't help but get yourself erect right on the spot. "What are you doing, teacher?" she asks, noticing your bulge rub against her yoga pants. "Helping you with the training," you tell her.

"Arch that back," you say to Soyou, putting her with her face down and ass up. Your cock is so hard it's already poking out of your shorts, which she soon notices. "I think you need to, let's say, fix your pants," she tells you as she takes the first look into your hard cock. You feel a little embarrassed, but Soyou can't stop looking at your cock.

"I can't focus, teacher; it's right in my face," Soyou tells you. "Just ignore it," you tell her, but Soyou just can't; that cock is getting her really hungry even though she is pretending not to. "That's so unprofessional, get your shit together," she says. "Alright," you answer her.

"Sit down, let's do some exercises with your chesty," you tell Soyou as you put your hands on her boobs. "Teacher, what the hell are you doing? You're such a fucking creep," she says, taking your hands off. "I'm sorry," you tell her. "So you want to be a perv? I wanna show you how to do that," she says.

Soyou rips her yoga pants apart right around her butt, exposing her bare ass for you. "Eat it out; I deserve it after such a long, sweaty workout," she says. You promptly oblige, diving your face between her big butt as she starts shaking it in your face. "Oh, fuck, that's right, baby," she says.

You attack Soyou's butthole very aggressively. "Oh yeah, stick that tongue deep in my asshole," she tells you. You touch her sweaty pussy too. Soyou moves her butt back and forth, pushing your face against her butt with her feet. "OH YEAH, SHOVE IT DEEP IN MY ASS," she screams.

You quickly move down and start attacking Soyou's pussy with your tongue as well. "Lick that pussy all the way up to my asshole," she commands, grabbing your head and shoving it into her ass. "I want you to tongue both my sweaty holes," she commands.

Soyou sits on top of your face and starts, you guess it, shaking it. "Oh my God, that feels so good," she says as she moves her big ass all over your face, doing a little twerking as you try to stick your tongue out to lick her pussy. "Get that pussy in your mouth, you pervert, work out that fucking tongue in my clit," she says as she shakes her butt in your face.

"That's perfect, baby; let me use that face," Soyou says as you grab her ass and savor her pussy to the fullest. She bounces her ass up and down your face, loving being on top of it. "I love the way you slide that tongue in my pussy," she says, rubbing her folds all over her face.

Soyou gets up, but you're so addicted to her sweaty holes already you reach your fingers inside them. "Oh baby, I'm gonna need much more than a couple of fingers," Soyou says. "And I already saw you've got something much better than that; now show me," she continues.

You follow Soyou's instructions and unzip your pants down, popping your cock out right in her face. "Oh yeah, give me that big cock," she commands, stroking it nicely and talking dirty from the get-go. "First I'm gonna jerk it off with my hands and then with my throat," she says, slapping it with her tongue before fulfilling her promise and taking it deep in her throat for the first time. "I knew you wanted me to suck it this whole time, this huge, fat, thick cock. It's gonna look amazing stretching both my holes," she says, talking dirty to you.

"Do you like my tongue all over that thick microphone?" Soyou asks you. "Yes, fuck," you answer her. "You like those dick-sucking lips?" she asks. "Are you ready for me to suck your soul?" she continues, grabbing it hard and sucking, stroking, and spitting it, then bobbing her head on it like crazy.

"Fuck my face, baby," Soyou asks as you oblige and push your cock down her throat. She keeps her eyes open at all moments. "I know you can fuck it harder," she tells you as she dives to suck your balls as you stroke your already wet cock. "Lick those balls, you fucking slut," you tell her, and Soyou does it to perfection, shaking her tongue all over them.

"Let me suck it and stroke it more," Soyou says, licking your cock from top to bottom before you put her fun to an end, grabbing her head and thrusting against her pretty face. She smiles, enjoying every second of it, toying with your cock. "You love fucking that pretty face, don't you?" Soyou asks as she takes your cock deep in her throat like a champion, making incredible gagging sounds. You take your clothes off, manhandling Soyou's slutty face. She puts her arms behind her back, just letting you use her face like a fleshlight.

Soyou bends over as she sucks your cock, letting you reach to massage her big ass and stick your fingers in her sweaty anus. "Let me finger that fucking asshole," you tell her, massaging her butthole to perfection and making Soyou push hard, taking your cock all the way down her throat.

"Show me those beautiful tits," you tell Soyou as she takes her bra off and exposes her huge pair of milk bags. Soyou is truly the full package: big ass, slutty mouth, and massive boobs ready for you to use her in a sexy workout. You take your cock between her boobs as she squeezes them around it. "Yes, baby, slide between those big fucking titties," she commands.

Soyou lowers her head as she tries to take a slice of your tip as your cock goes up and down her boobs at a very fast pace. "Fuck my big titties," she commands, with a naughty smile as your balls make loud noises clapping against the face of her boobs. "USE THEM, YES, YES, YES," she screams, putting her tongue out as you keep thrusting against her boobs.

"Fuck these titties, fuck these titties, use these titties to jerk off your cock," Soyou demands as she talks dirty to you and you choke her. "OH FUCK," she moans, lowering her head to take more of your cock and then stroking it. "I can jerk your cock off with every part of my body: my face, my tits, my pussy, my butt," she brags as you keep titfucking her like crazy, Soyou taking more and more of your cock.

"Fuck me like that, look me in the eye, and use those titties to jerk off your cock," Soyou says. You slap your cock in her face, grabbing her head and fucking it for some good measure, until you're ready to move to the next round.

"Turn around and show me that ass," you tell Soyou as she obliges and gives you an amazing view of her backside while shaking her big butt. She then gets herself on all fours on the floor. "I'm ready for you to use these holes," she says, you not wasting any second and promptly sliding your cock inside her pussy.

"OH FUCK, AHHHH," Soyou screams as you pound her pussy hard from the get-go, grabbing her arms from behind. "How does that tight little pussy feel squeezed around your cock, baby?" she asks, looking at you as make her big boobs bounce. You briefly take a break to lick it, but Soyou is having none of it and just wants more of that meat inside her. "Shove that cock back inside me," she says.

You do as Soyou asks and fuck her pussy hard. "Yes, use it, yes, use it, oh, fuck," she moans. "You're so good," she says, shaking her hips to meet your thrusts. "YEAH BABY, FUCK ME," she screams. "Shhhh," you try to silence her to not get the attention of the neighbors, but Soyou couldn't care less about them; all she cares about is your big fat cock stretching her out.

"Fuck me harder with that cock, AHHHH, FUCK, FUCK, MAKE ME CUM," she screams, your balls clapping hard against her cheeks. "POUND IT, FUCK, AHHHH, YES, YES, YES," she continues to scream, showing off her vocal skills. "YES, BABY, DON'T STOP," she keeps going. "KEEP FUCKING ME," she commands as you spank her ass.

"USE THAT PUSSY, SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO, THAT'S YOUR LITTLE PUSSY, JERK OFF THAT COCK INSIDE IT," Soyou keeps commanding. You slow down a bit and kiss her slutty mouth before grabbing her neck and choking her hard and giving her your hardest thrusts ever, using her pussy as your pleasure toy.

"STUFF ME, FUCKING STUFF THAT PUSSY, STUFF THAT LITTLE HOLE, POUND IT!" Soyou commands as you attack that pussy harder than ever. "LOOK AT THAT SEXY ASS MOVING FOR THAT COCK," she says as she shakes it. You quickly put her in her place, grabbing her neck and pulling her hair. "YES, I'M YOUR LITTLE SLUT, JERK THAT COCK OFF IN MY PUSSY, GIVE IT TO MY LITTLE PUSSY," she screams.

"MY PUSSY WANTS SOME MORE, OH MY GODDDDD. FUCK ME, USE MY LITTLE JERKOFF HOLE," Soyou begs as you keep pounding her cunt. You get so rough you slam her face against the room's wall. But she likes every second of it. "Don't stop, I'm gonna fucking cum, AHHHHH," she commands as her head gets slammed against the wall and your cock hits her cervix before you toss her onto the floor and lay down. "Sit on that dick, you fucking slut," you tell her.

Soyou promptly crawls in your direction as she tastes herself on your cock for the first time, sucking and jerking it off as she prepares to ride it with her cunt. She bobs her head hard on it, then lets you thrust up her face from the floor. "That's it, such a good slut, fuck yeah," you tell her as Soyou gets her face stuffed full of cock.

"Slide it in me now, I wanna use that cock for my pleasure," Soyou tells you as you grab your shaft and get it in position for her to sit on it. "AHHHH, FUCK, THAT COCK IS SO BIG, IT'S REALLY STRETCHING ME OUT," she says, taking it slow. "Watch me slide down that big pole, fuck," she says, alternating slow rides with some faster cowgirl rides that make her boobs bounce hard.

It doesn't take long for you to start pushing your cock up Soyou's tight pussy. "Yes, give it to me, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it," she commands as you pump it up her cunt, spreading her ass to take it better. "FUCK THAT PUSSY," she commands, but quickly shows you her strength, matching your thrusts with her bounce.

But you're having none of it and just fuck her even harder. "YES, YES, SLIDE IN AND OUT OF THAT FUCKING PUSSY," she screams. You thrust so hard that your balls reach up to her anal entrance. You grab her ass and attack her pussy like a madman. Soyou answers, trying to ride it again, but all you want to do to her pussy is pound it like there is no tomorrow.

"PLEASE FUCK MY PUSSY, PLEASE, I LOVE GETTING FUCKED LIKE THAT, FUCK, FUCK, AHHHH, AHHHH," Soyou screams as she gets pounded hard. You grab her body and grope her tits. "YES, FUCK THAT LITTLE HOLE," she screams, getting louder each second that passes. "AHHHHH," more screams follow. "IT'S YOUR LITTLE HOLE, USE IT, USE IT, OH MY GOD, FUCK ME," she keeps screaming.

"SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT, BABY, KEEP USING THAT PUSSY," Soyou commands as you turn her body sideways to watch the amazing recoil from her ass at each thrust you give into her cunt. "OH MY GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD, YES, YES, YES," she moans. The pounding keeps going. "OH SHIT, YES, POUND IT, FUCKING POUND THAT LITTLE PUSSY, GIVE ME THAT FUCKING COCK, YEAH, YEAH, OH FUCK," Soyou commands; the more she screams, the harder you pound her.

Soyou stops a bit to suck your cock like crazy, stuffing it deep down her throat. "I wanna spit all over that microphone," she says. She turns around for another round of riding, this time in reverse. "OH FUCK SLIDE IT IN ME," she says as you attack her pussy from the moment your cock gets back inside it. She spreads her legs to take the pounding better, your cock just hammering her nonstop. "FUCK IT, FUCK IT, FUCK MY LITTLE HOLE, YES, YES, YES," she begs.

You put Soyou's body sideways, groping her big tits as she bounces on your cock. "OH MY GOD IT'S SO FUCKING DEEP, HOLY SHIT," she screams. You bring her hot body close to yours as you just keep pounding, looking her in the eyes as you suck her tits. "You like using my little hole, baby? Your fucking jerkoff hole?" she asks.

"FUCK JERK OFF INSIDE ME, USE ME, USE ME LIKE A FUCKDOLL, YES DON'T STOP, GIVE ME ALL THAT COCK, FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM, AHHHHH," Soyou screams as she gets her cunt obliterated. You spank her ass and keep pushing harder than ever, making her tits jiggle nonstop. "MORE, MORE, MORE, USE ME, POUND MY PUSSY, FUCKING POUND THAT FILTHY CUM DUMPSTER, I'M YOUR FUCKTOY, USE ME TO JERK OFF YOUR COCK," she keeps screaming, her tits becoming just a pair of bouncy pinballs as you show relentless pace.

"I LOVE BEING POUNDED WITH THAT BIG FUCKING COCK. USE THAT SLUTTY HOLE TO JERK OFF YOUR COCK INSIDE ME. YES, YES, GIVE ME MORE, GIVE ME MORE COCK. OHHHHH FUCK ME, STUFF THAT PUSSY WITH THAT COCK. I'M YOUR LITTLE FUCKDOLL, A STUPID FUCK DOLL. PLEASE, KEEP USING MY CUM DUMPSTER." Soyou turns into a screaming mess, uttering dirty words and calling herself a fuckdoll faster than you can thrust inside her pussy.

"Come down," you tell Soyou, getting her back on the floor in a spooning position, keeping the fast pace inside her pussy as you look at her and watch her big tits jiggle with your thrusts. "YES, YES, YES," she approves. "GIVE IT ALL, FUCK ME HARD WITH THAT COCK," she keeps commanding, you doing just as she wants and making her scream even louder.

"OH MY GODDDDDD," Soyou screams as her body bounces uncontrollably with each thrust you give her. Your balls smash against her throbbing clit as you turn her into a fuckdoll. She closes her eyes and screams. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH," she screams. You spank her ass. "Stuff that pussy," she begs. You're still going like crazy, making her watch your massive cock bulge under her belly as you grab her legs and make her tits bounce like crazy.

"KEEP FUCKING ME, I'M GONNA CUM, AHHHH, FUCKKKKK," Soyou screams as she has no control of her bouncy tits anymore; they jiggle so hard it feels like they are living beings attached to her hot body. "STROKE THAT COCK IN MY LITTLE PUSSY," she begs, you enjoying her boobs jiggling nonstop. "USE YOUR LITTLE FUCKHOLE, PLEASE, DON'T STOP, AHHHHH," she keeps screaming.

"I need your cock in my ass," Soyou says. "Then spread that ass for me," you tell her as you put her back on all fours, licking her butthole. "Nice and wet, get it ready for that big fat cock," Soyou says as she shakes her ass before you shove your cock up her butt. "Oh yes, slide in my asshole," she commands.

"Oh, fuck, oh yeah, fuck that ass, stretch it out," Soyou says as you fuck her ass on all fours. You grab her waist as she promptly shakes her butt against your crotch. "YES, USE IT, USE IT, USE IT," she commands. "That's your asshole, baby; fucking use it," she continues to command, you doing it just as she asks.

"Fuck me like that, fuck me like that," Soyou commands as she looks at you, your balls clapping against her skin. "Jerk off with that cock in my fat ass," she keeps telling you. "Does it feel good, my big ass wrapped around your cock?" she asks. "Of course," you answer.

"Make me cum with that big dick in my ass," Soyou orders as you keep fucking it with a steady pace. "YES, YES, YES, POUND IT, POUND IT, POUND IT, FUCKING POUND IT, AHHHHH," she screams. You grab her shoulders and then choke her. "FUCK ME HARDER, GIVE ME THAT DICK, GIVE IT TO MY FUCKING ASS, AHHHHH FUCK," she gets louder, losing a little of her breath.

You push harder and mount on top of Soyou. "Get on top of that ass and shove your big cock deep inside it," she commands. You attack her asshole balls deep, much to her delight. "OH YES, DEEP IN MY FUCKING ASSHOLE, OH MY FUCKING GOD, STRETCH THAT FUCKING ASS, FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT," Soyou screams, watching your balls hit her clit. "I wanna cum for you, AH, AH, AH," she moans, closing her eyes as your cock hits hard and deep inside her ass.

"Get on the floor, you fucking slut," you tell Soyou, and she promptly obliges. You slide your cock in her ass in a spooning position. "Come here," you tell her. "Oh yeah, stuff my ass, destroy it," she says. You grope her tits from behind as you pound her. "GIVE ME THAT BIG FUCKING DICK, USE THAT ASSHOLE, FUCKING USE IT, TAKE IT ALL, POUND MY ASSHOLE, IT'S YOUR JERKOFF HOLE," she commands.

The clapping sounds get louder as you pound Soyou's ass harder and harder. "BALLS DEEP IN MY FUCKING ASS, MAKE ME FUCKING CUM, AH, AH, AH!" she screams. "Open your legs," you tell her, Soyou promptly obliging. "Oh, that's what I wanna see. I love watching you fuck my asshole," she says.

"Stretch it out, stretch it out, pump that big ass with that big fucking cock," Soyou commands as her tits go back to jiggling nonstop. "OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams. You finger her wet cunt as you pound her ass. "Oh yeah, baby, make my pussy cum," Soyou says as she enjoys it.

"Fuck me good, give it to me, AHHHHHHH," Soyou begs. "OH MY GOD, IT'S SO FUCKING DEEP," she says. You keep pumping Soyou's butt nonstop. "Give it to that asshole, baby; you own it," she says. "Jerk my cock off while I fuck that ass," you command, Soyou grabbing your cock and doing it just as you asked, like the good slut she is. "That's my cock, I love it," Soyou says as she massages your balls. You spread her ass further as she closes her legs down, clapping her cheeks hard. "FUCK THAT ASSHOLE, FUCK IT, FUCK IT, FUCK IT, AHHHHH," she screams.

"Jerk my cock off with your feet before you ride it with your ass," you say to Soyou. She spits on your cock before sliding her feet at blistering speed, pushing you to the edge. "You like those dirty-ass feet sliding up and down your cock?" she asks. "Of course, baby," you say.

"I love milking that cock with my fucking feet," Soyou says. She then drops down and licks your cock from top to bottom. "My dirty ass tastes so good in that cock," she says, circling around in your tip as she sucks your cock, then bobbing her head on it without using her hand, letting you fuck her face. "Stroke it harder," you tell Soyou. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna milk that fucking dick with my hands and throat," she says, jerking it off like crazy.

"I wanna see you bounce on that pole next," you tell Soyou, and she doesn't disappoint, squatting hard on your cock the moment she sits her ass on it. "Oh yeah, make that asshole bounce up and down," she says. You grab her butt, controlling her pace. "Stretch that asshole, asshol"she says, her big butt smashing your hips vigorously at each ride.

You grab Soyou's waist as the floor quakes with her hard riding. "OH YES, YES, YES," she moans. You spank her cheeks as she slows down. "Keep fucking it," you say. "Ohhhh, you're begging for it; you really like that ass bouncing up and down your cock," she says, spreading her cheeks as she continues to bounce.

"AHHHHH FUCK," she screams, twerking hard on your cock as you look at her bouncing boobs right in your face. She grinds hard all over your cock, spinning on your cock as you grab her big tits. "Yeah, baby, use that ass," she commands. You have to stay strong not to cum inside her tight little asshole, Soyou squatting relentlessly on your cock and using it for her little sensual workout as she makes the wooden floor shake with her hard bounces.

Your cock slips out of Soyou's ass, and you decide to tease her, slapping it against her anal entrance. "Put it back where it belongs," she promptly commands, spinning on your cock and shaking on it as soon as she gets it. "Shake it for me, my baby," you tell her. And boy, does Soyou like to shake it. Each bounce pushes you to the edge. "FUCKKKK," she screams. "I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM," she announces as she grinds all over your dick, squirting all over your body.

Soyou gets of your cock for a bit for a little juice tasting, licking your dick and then moving up into your abs to taste her own squirt. "Turn around, I want to see that big ass bouncing," you tell her. Soyou does as you please. "Oh yeah, stuff it back inside me; I want that ass to be full of your cock," she says. "It's all yours," you tell her.

And just as you say, Soyou makes it yours. "Oh, I love grinding on that cock. I love sliding it up and down my asshole, using it like my jerk-off toy," she says. "Keep going, take it all the way down," you tell her. "AHHH, AHHH, AHHH," she screams as she takes it deeper in her butthole. "Oh, that's incredible," you say. Soyou teases a bit, moving her butt laterally as she rides your cock. "Oh, that's so sexy," you say to her.

Soyou takes it slow, giving a little more shake before twerking on your cock as she holds her hands on your legs. "Balls deep in my fucking ass, just as I want it," she says. "Come taste it a bit," you tell her, Soyou pulling your cock out of her butt and sucking it. "Such a dirty bitch," you say to her. "Yes, I'm your dirty, nasty bitch," she says, strongly jerking your cock off.

"I love teasing that cock with my hands, my mouth, my asshole; it doesn't matter which way as long as I make it throb," Soyou says with a big smile on her face. She dives to suck your balls as you stroke your cock. "Keep squatting on that dick, you dirty bitch," you say to her. Soyou follows your instructions, sitting her ass back on your cock and going back to twerking up and down on it.

"OH MY GOD, YOU STRETCH MY ASS SO GOOD," she screams. You push her ass down your shaft, making it bounce even harder. "Keep going, that's so hot," you tell her. "Shake it, baby," you tell her, as Soyou twerking hard on your cock. "I'm your dirty little fucking slut, your ass-shaking whore," she says as she bounces on your cock.

Soyou turns back for another round of cock sucking as she looks you in the eye. "I'm gonna make that dick cum so hard when I'm done using it like my pleasure toy for all my fucking holes," she promises. "You should do it with your tits too," you tell her, Soyou grabbing her big boobs and pressing them against each other.

Soyou spits on your cock as she lets you thrust up her big boobs. "Yes, baby, fuck those big juicy tits," she says, looking at you with sexy eyes. She squeezes your cock further between them. "Yeah, jerk off between my tits, FUCK MY FUCKING TITS," she commands, smiling as she quickly takes control of the titfucking session. "You like that, baby? Your big cock sliding between my big fucking titties?" she asks, moving them even faster around your shaft and giggling.

"Oh my God," you groan as Soyou's titfucking almost makes you cum. She rubs her boobs against your shaft as she lies down, teasing you further, before giving your shaft a few sexy licks from balls to tip. "Fuck, you're such a sexy slut, you know what you deserve?" you ask her.

"Yes, more of that big cock filling my big fucking ass," Soyou says as she gets on the floor for more anal exercises. Her once tight asshole is now heavily gaped. "FUCK YES, YES, YES, YEAH BABY, OH YES, USE THAT ASS, AHHHHH, FUCK ME HARD," she begs as she fingers her pussy. You choke her as you pound her ass relentlessly. "FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT," Soyou says, losing her breath as you have one hand on her neck and one on her tits.

"Keep going, baby, use my asshole to jerk your cock off, oh yeah," Soyou screams as you attack her butt harder than ever. You grope her tits as you pound her sexy butt. "Stretch me out, stretch me out," she begs. You keep massaging her boobs. "OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK THAT ASSHOLE," she screams. You slow down a bit, teasing her. "Oh, just the tip, baby?" she asks before resuming slamming her cheeks.

"Use that asshole some more, make my tits bounce, YES, YES, YES," Soyou screams, her boobs once again turning into pinballs with your hard pounding. "Destroy my ass," she begs, you bringing her legs together and just smashing your cock up her butt. You spank her little ass. "Shake it for me, my baby," you order again, before going absolutely crazy.

"GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, OH FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG HARD COCK IN MY ASS, SLIDE IN AND OUT OF MY ASSHOLE, YES, YES, FUCK ME, OH SHIT," Soyou turns once again into a screaming mess. "HARDER, HARDER, POUND THAT ASS, YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, AHHHHH," she keeps screaming, your thrusts getting harder and harder. You push yourself to the limit as you choke that stupid fat-ass bitch, just wanting to destroy her like the horny fucktoy she is.

"FUCK MY ASS LIKE IT'S THE LAST ASS YOU'LL EVER FUCK, GIVE IT TO ME, MAKE ME CUM ON THAT COCK, POUND IT HARDER, AHHHH," Soyou screams endlessly. You give it to her as hard as possible. "I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, SHITTT," she screams as she squirts.

Soyou jerks your cock off hard as she takes a little break to taste her juices. "Oh, fuck," you groan as she sucks your cock and strokes it against her face. She worships your cock and then sits back on it, trying to give you another round of twerking and squatting, but this time you are having none of it.

"OH POUND ME, POUND ME, POUND ME, FUCK THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE, GIVE IT TO ME, POUND THAT ASS, AHHHH, FUCK," Soyou screams as you pump your cock up her ass. "YES, YES, YES, YES, OH MY GOD, JERK OFF IN THAT ASSHOLE, FUCK IT, FUCK IT, FUCK IT, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, OHHH SHIT," she keeps screaming as her cheeks get clapped like never before. Soyou tries to answer with some shaking and squatting, you letting her as you use the opportunity to grab her big tits as she shakes and spins on your cock.

"Drain your balls in my ass. I want you to cover it with your warm cum, please baby, milk that cock all over my ass," Soyou commands. These words make you go feral. You grab an exercise ball and bend her over against it. Soyou teases you as she spreads her cheeks, ready for one last round of hard pounding.

Your head is completely empty now. All you can think of is banging Soyou's big ass. It feels as if your brain is now in your cock as you smash her tits against the wall, grab her butt, and hammer her ass like there is no tomorrow. "Yes, spread that ass," she says, ready to get your cock.

"Oh, I love the way you bend me over with your cock deep in my ass. FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, YES, YES, YES, AH, AH, AH," she moans. You pull out, stroke your cock, and drop load after load in her butt cheeks. "Wow, you milked your cock so good in my ass," she says as she looks behind and sees her ass completely painted white.

If it depended on Soyou, she would keep going forever, but suddenly she gets a call from Hyolyn scolding her.

"Soyou, where are you? We are going to have a meeting for the comeback, and you're very late," Hyolyn screams on the phone.

"Sorry, unnie," Soyou answers. "I have to go," she tells you. "No problem, you were amazing today; good luck in your comeback," you tell her.

The weeks go by as Soyou stays focused on Sistar's new comeback. Unsurprisingly, it's a massive success, showing them once again why they are the summer queens. You watched the music video, and all you could think of was how hot Soyou looked in those yoga pants when she was shaking it, bringing you amazing memories of your time with her.

Finally, Soyou texts you.

"We just had an incredible comeback; I want to celebrate with you," she texts.

"And how do you wanna celebrate?" you ask her.

"By shaking my ass in that big fat cock," she replies.

"Well, I have a special surprise for you," you tell her.

You and Soyou meet again. But this time, you're not alone, as you brought one of your friends with you to spice things up.

"Would you like to bounce that big ass on two cocks this time?" you ask her.

"Of course, let's start right now," she answers, taking her clothes off.

[koooobi]

Devil Town | 01

pairing: ot7bts x reader

genre: mystery, haunted, ghost!au, historic, supernatural (read warnings)

summary: She eagerly stepped into her new home, filled with excitement and a sense of newfound independence. Unbeknownst to her, the house held a hidden secret, as seven ethereal beings lingered within its walls, trapped in a realm between the living and the dead. Their presence would soon intertwine with her life, revealing a haunting tale of mystery where she would be forced to free them, bringing them back to the land of the living.

warnings: mentions of ghosts&demons, mentions of death, murder, blood, haunted house, horror, smut, fluff, angst, jump scares, bts haunt y/n… (warnings will be at the start of each chapter)

authors note: this was meant to be a lot longer but i just needed to get something out... pls ignore how bad this is it’s just the start so it’s kind of like a filler? idk ? AND IM GETTING THERE SORRYYYYY 🥹🥹🥹 also don’t be a silent reader and lmk ur thoughts 💛

word count: 4.1k

tag list: ( open) @comicnerd557 @sanya823 @v4ksk4tz @uniquecutie-puffs @borahaetelevision @trouble-sistar @sathom013 @uniquetravelerone @cbtmeee @11thenightwemet11 @minimonimi8

series masterlist | teaser | 01

The moving truck groaned to a halt in front of the house, its engine rumbling as if reluctant to let go of the cargo inside. You stepped onto the cracked sidewalk, clutching your coat tightly as you looked up at the house that was now yours. It stood at the end of the quiet street, its weathered exterior bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun. The shutters sagged slightly, and ivy crept up one side, giving it a certain charm that had called to you the moment you saw it. It was a house with history - a place that felt alive.

The movers began hauling your furniture and boxes into the house, grunting under the weight of your belongings. You directed them inside, navigating the maze of boxes and half-assembled furniture.

It didn't take as long as you expected, and soon enough, all the boxes from the truck were now somewhat neatly placed inside your home, ready to be opened and emptied, a task you couldn't wait to begin.

The house was a huge catch, and you couldn't find the words to explain your gratitude to the universe for helping you come across it. It was perfect. Two stories with a basement and an attic. What more could you possibly ask for? The only downside was that it was a little old and uncared for, the grass at the front and even at the back was far past being overgrown, in desperate need of being cut and the inside of the house had an even more antique and rustic look to it. It would take a lot of work to bring it right to your standards.

A newfound surge of excitement and independence coursed through your bones as you basked in the glory of your home, skipping up the steps of the porch and looking out at the neighbourhood. Your eyes caught sight of your neighbours standing across the street.

A man and a woman stood on the curb, their faces unreadable as they watched you. The man whispered something to the woman, who frowned and shook her head. You waved, offering a polite smile, but they didn't wave back. Instead, they turned and walked away briskly, their murmured conversation carrying on the wind.

You didn't think anything of it, not everybody was friendly at the beginning. Shrugging, you made your way inside.

Your first few days in the house were a whirlwind of unpacking and organising. You carefully placed your favourite books on the shelves, hung up curtains that caught the light just right, and arranged cozy touches that turned each room into a small sanctuary. Boxes lay scattered, slowly dwindling in number as you added pieces of yourself to the space, arranging and rearranging until it felt less like an empty shell and more like a home.

By the time you were finished, you sighed in satisfaction, leaning against the worn wooden banister that framed the staircase. It was quiet--almost too quiet-but the kind of silence that felt peaceful, wrapping you in a sense of calm.

You didn't notice it at first, the faint sounds overhead, until you settled onto the couch with a cup of tea and heard a soft, rhythmic tapping drifting down from above, coming from the attic.

That first night, you dismissed the noise as nothing. "Old house, old noises," you reassured yourself, pulling a blanket tighter around your shoulders. But as the hours passed, the tapping continued. You could almost convince yourself it was just the wind, until you realised it had a pattern.

The second night, the noise returned, louder and more persistent. This time, curiosity overcame your unease.

Finally, with a deep breath, you set your cup aside and rose, casting a glance up the dim stairway. You grabbed a flashlight, though you weren't sure why; something about the attic's shadowy corners unsettled you in a way you couldn't quite explain. Still, you found yourself climbing the stairs, the air growing cooler with each step, a hint of something stale lingering in the air.

At the top, you hesitated before pushing open the attic door, half expecting dust and cobwebs, maybe a few forgotten boxes. But as your flashlight's beam swept across the room, you froze. Across from you, lined up along the far wall, was a row of portraits. Each one was framed in intricate, dark wood, perfectly preserved but muted in haunting gray tones.

Heart pounding, you stepped closer. Seven faces, frozen in time, gazed back at you—young men, each expression somber and strangely intense, as though they had secrets hidden just behind their eyes. The photographs were stunning in their detail, each capturing a distinct personality, a different mood. They wore vintage clothing that seemed pulled from another era, their gazes seeming to follow you, almost as if they were watching, waiting.

Chills prickled down your arms as you moved down the row, taking in the portraits one by one. A strange familiarity tugged at you, though you couldn't quite place it. You didn't know them, but something about them felt almost... known.

As you leaned in closer, the silence shattered. A whisper, barely audible, brushed past your ear. You spun around, flashlight trembling in your grip, but the attic was empty. The air seemed to thicken, the temperature plummeting as if an unseen presence lingered in the corners. Turning back to the portraits, your heart raced, the weight of their stares pressing down on you like a physical force.

And then, your eyes caught onto something else. Each portrait bore a small brass plate, each engraved with a single name, each name once again oddly familiar, but now feeling strange and haunting in this setting. Seokjin. Yoongi. Hoseok. Namjoon. Jimin. Taehyung. Jungkook.

Your breath caught as you stared into their eyes. For a split second, you thought you saw the faintest glimmer of movement—did they just blink? You stumbled back, heart pounding, questions swirling through your mind. Why were they here, preserved in this lonely attic? And what did it mean that you had found them? The whispers began again, soft as a breath, as if the walls themselves murmured secrets you weren't meant to hear.

Panicked, you turned and fled down the stairs, the lingering image of their eyes etched in your mind. Yet as you descended, the unnerving feeling wouldn't leave you. No matter how you tried to shake off the encounter, you couldn't help but feel you had disturbed something hidden, some mystery that lay just beyond reach, waiting for you to unravel it.

You could practically hear your heartbeat thumping against your chest, rapidly gaining speed and causing a rush of blood to run through your body. You held a hand to your heart in a futile attempt to calm it down, taking deep, laboured breaths and closing your eyes for a second.

Although you managed to calm your heart down, your mind continued to wonder, causing a throbbing ache to grow inside of it.

That night, sleep refused to come. You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, tossing and turning as the weight of those portraits pressed onto your mind. Every time you closed your eyes, their faces hovered in the darkness.

At some point, exhaustion finally won, pulling you into uneasy dreams. Shadows slithered through your subconscious, whispers curling around your ears like tendrils of smoke. In the dream, you stood in the attic once more, but this time, the portraits were empty. The frames remained, perfectly aligned, but the faces; gone. You turned your head, and instead of them being frozen in time in the portraits, the seven of them stood with their unmoving eyes watching you, until a loud thud yanked you from your sleep.

You sat up, heart hammering against your ribs. The house was silent again, but the sound had been real. You knew it.

Swallowing your fear, you swung your legs over the bed and stepped into the dimly lit hallway. The floorboards creaked beneath your weight, the air colder than it should have been. You followed the unease settling in your bones, your feet carrying you forward before you could second-guess.

As you passed the staircase, something caught your eye. A shape—a figure—just at the edge of your vision.

You froze.

Someone was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Your breath hitched. The shadows clung to them, obscuring their features, but you could make out the silhouette of a man. He stood completely still, head tilted slightly, as if observing you.

Your fingers loosened around the barrister, your voice caught in your throat. A scream threatened to rip out of you, but something was stopping you from doing so. Hesitantly, your feet pulled you towards the light switch, flicking it on without turning away from the figure before you.

And just like that, it was gone.

The air around you felt heavier now, pressing in on your lungs. You knew fear. You had felt it before, in the attic, in the dream, in the weight of those stares. But this? This was something else.

Gathering whatever courage you had left, you descended the stairs slowly, each step measured and careful. The wooden boards groaned beneath you, but the house was still, too still. The silence felt unnatural, charged with something unseen.

Then, from the living room, the record player clicked on.

A soft static hummed through the air before a hauntingly slow melody crackled to life, its sound eerily distorted. The hairs on your arms stood on end. You didn't own a record player.

Your pulse pounded in your ears as you turned toward the sound. The living room was empty, but the record player spun lazily, its needle gliding across the vinyl.

A voice spoke out.

Soft, low, and undeniably real.

"You're not supposed to be here."

It came from behind you.

Ice shot through your veins. You turned, pulse roaring, eyes darting across the dim space. There was nothing. No one. But the air was charged, as if something unseen had just been there.

The melody from the record player warbled, slowing, distorting into something unnatural before cutting out entirely.

The silence returned, deafening in its weight.

You took a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself, but deep down, you knew you were not alone in this house.

Millions of thoughts raced through your mind. Was this somehow connected to the paintings? It couldnt be, right? Your heartbeat pounded unnaturally fast, breath hitching as your entire body trembled. A violent sob tore from your throat before you could stop it.

Without thinking, you bolted up the stairs, desperate to reach the safety of your room. But just as you reached for the door, it slammed shut in your face.

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, throat tight with unshed tears. Your gaze darted frantically around the dim hallway before you lunged for the handle, yanking it open.

A ghost? A spirit? No. That thought had long been buried. This wasn't some supernatural force—this was real. Someone had broken in.

You threw the door shut behind you, heart hammering as you stumbled towards the bed and snatched up your phone. Your fingers, trembling and slick with sweat, tapped out the first numbers that came to mind.

911.

Seconds dragged unbearably long as the ringing tone buzzed in your ear. You sank onto the bed, one leg bouncing uncontrollably, hands clenched into fists. Until, finally, a voice called out from the other side.

"911, what's your emergency?" A woman's voice. Soft. Steady.

You sucked in a shaky breath. "I— There's s-someone in my house. I think they broke in. I—I'm pretty sure they're still here." The words spilled out, tripping over themselves.

"Okay, miss. Take a deep breath for me. What's your name and address?"

You answered quickly, throat tightening as you waited.

"Stay on the line with me. Can you tell me what makes you think someone broke in?"

Your fingers clenched tighter around the phone. The memory surged back, ice-cold and unmistakable.

"I saw a man," you whispered. "They spoke to me."

The line crackled for a moment, filling the silence in your room with static. Then, the dispatcher's voice returned—calm, controlled, as if she hadn't just heard the most terrifying thing you've ever said.

"They spoke to you?"

You swallowed hard. "Yes."

"Can you tell me what they said?"

Your mind raced back to that moment—the voice, the way it seemed to slither into your ears like a whisper only meant for you. You could still hear it, low and deliberate, replaying over and over.

You're not supposed to be here.

You squeezed your eyes shut, as if that would make it go away.

"They said I—I shouldn't be here.," you managed, voice barely above a whisper.

A beat of silence. Then, "Y/N, are you somewhere safe?"

Safe.

Your eyes flickered toward the door, the flimsy lock on the knob. A thin piece of wood separating you from whoever, or whatever, was out there.

"I don't know," you admitted.

The dispatcher's voice softened. "Help is on the way, okay? I need you to stay quiet and listen carefully."

A rustling sound echoed from outside your room. Footsteps. Slow. Measured.

Your blood turned ice cold.

"They're still here," you whispered into the phone.

Another pause—this one heavier, more urgent. Then, the dispatcher spoke again, voice low and firm.

"Lock the door. Now."

You lunged for the knob, twisting it until you heard the soft click of the lock sliding into place. You barely had time to step back before a thud sounded from behind it.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Something had just pressed against the door.

The phone shook in your hands. The dispatcher's voice was still in your ear, but you could barely hear her over the blood rushing in your head.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A slow, deliberate knocking.

Your stomach dropped.

The voice from the other side was familiar.

"Let me in."

It was the same one from earlier.

Your breath hitched.

Every fiber of your being screamed at you to move, to do something, but you were frozen in place, your body paralyzed by sheer terror.

"Let me in."

The words slithered through the door, slow and deliberate.

Your entire body went rigid. You knew that voice. That painstakingly low, guttural tone that had sent a chill down your spine the first time you heard it. The kind of voice that didn't just speak, it crawled under your skin, wrapping around your bones like something cold and suffocating.

It was him.

The man from earlier. The one you'd tried so hard to convince yourself wasn't real.

And now, he was standing just outside your door.

The phone nearly slipped from your grip. Your fingers clenched around it in a desperate attempt to hold on, but the tremors in your hands made it feel like you could drop it at any second. Your breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, chest rising and falling too fast, too erratic.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words tangled themselves into knots at the back of your throat, choking you. Finally, you forced them out in a ragged whisper.

"T-There's—" Your voice faltered, barely audible over the pounding in your ears. You swallowed hard, forcing down the rising panic threatening to consume you. "There's someone outside my door."

The silence that followed was thick, almost unnatural.

"They're—" You sucked in a sharp breath, gripping the phone so tightly your knuckles turned white. "It's the same one from earlier."

The moment those words left your lips, the air in the room changed.

On the other end of the line, the dispatcher hesitated. It was barely a second, but you felt it. The carefully measured calm in her voice cracked, just slightly, but enough to tell you that she knew that something wasn't right.

"Y/N," she said, slow and deliberate. "Is there anyone else in the house with you?"

You shook your head instinctively before realising she couldn't see you. You swallowed again, throat dry and tight.

"No," you whispered.

Another pause. Another moment of silence.

Until the handle rattled.

Not violently. Not in an attempt to break in. It was slow. Controlled. Testing it.

Your breath hitched, a sharp, strangled sound catching in your throat. You staggered backward, nearly losing your balance as your legs collided with the edge of the bed.

And then it spoke.

"End the call."

The voice was different now, more soft. Too soft. It shouldn't have made your blood run cold, shouldn't have sent that horrible, skittering sensation crawling up your spine.

It sounded like a recording played back at the wrong speed, stretched and warped just enough to feel off. Just enough to make your body reject it, to tell you that whatever was on the other side of that door wasn't supposed to exist.

The dispatcher's voice was tighter now. Urgent. "Listen to me. Stay where you are. Do not open that door. Officers are on route. Can you find anything to barricade it?"

Your brain struggled to process her words, to latch onto them through the growing fog of terror. Your eyes darted around the room, searching desperately for anything to use as a barricade.

The desk. The dresser. The chair in the corner.

Could you move them in time? Would it even matter?

"You're not supposed to be here."

Your stomach twisted violently, nausea clawing its way up your throat.

The rattling of the door handle combined with the knocking managed to drown out the comforting voice on the other side of the phone. 

And then, silence.

The knocking stopped. The rattling ceased. The presence outside the door just... vanished.

The air in the room felt heavier now, thick and unmoving, pressing down on you from all sides. It was as if the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting.

The dispatcher's voice crackled through the phone, but it felt distant, muffled beneath the deafening ring in your ears.

"Miss? Are you still there?"

You couldn't answer. You couldn't move.

Because your gaze had drifted—just slightly.

The door was still closed. Still locked. But, behind you, the closet was open, creaking slightly as it continued to open until finally, it slammed against the wall.

The closet door slammed against the wall with a force that sent vibrations through the floor, and your breath caught in your throat. The silence that followed was suffocating, a thick, unnatural quiet that pressed against your ears like cotton.

Your body refused to move at first, the sheer weight of the moment rooting you in place. Your eyes locked onto the darkness beyond the threshold of the closet. It wasn't just darkcit was void, an abyss that swallowed the faint glow of your bedside lamp before it could reach inside.

Then, something shifted.

A presence.

At first, it was subtle—a slow, creeping awareness that prickled at the back of your neck. The unmistakable sensation of being watched. A deep, bone-chilling cold seeped into the room, frosting over your skin and sinking into your muscles.

"You're not supposed to be here." The voice from the beginning called out, slithering through the air like an icy tendril, curling around your ear in a breath that wasn't entirely human. It was layered, distorted almost, as if spoken by multiple voices at once, each one slightly out of sync with the other.

Your body reacted before your brain could. You stumbled backward, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as your heel caught the edge of the rug. Your legs buckled, sending you crashing onto the floor.

The phone slipped from your grasp and landed beside you, the dispatcher's voice buzzing through the speaker in broken static.

"Officers... on their way... stay with me—"

You barely heard her.

Because something moved in the closet.

A figure.

It was impossible to make out, but it was there, a mass of shifting darkness that loomed just beyond the threshold. Not quite human, not entirely formless. It seethed in the black, pulsing with something unnatural, something wrong.

And then it stepped forward.

Your breath turned to ice in your lungs.

The air itself seemed to warp around it, bending and distorting like a heat mirage, but cold. Unfathomably cold. The shadows clung to its frame, shifting and unraveling, like the edges of its form couldn't quite stay together.

Then, the hand shot out; long, spindly fingers, impossibly thin yet unnervingly strong, clamped around your wrist. A chill unlike anything you had ever felt surged through you, locking your muscles in place. It wasn't just cold, it was absence, a void where warmth had never existed.

The grip tightened.

A sharp, excruciating pain shot through your arm, like icy needles burrowing beneath your skin. Your pulse thundered in your ears as you let out a strangled scream, instinctively yanking back.

It held firm.

The thing in the closet didn't move, didn't lurch or stagger. It simply existed, an unrelenting force beyond the grasp of reason.

Slowly, deliberately, it began to pull.

Your heels dug into the floor, desperate to find purchase, to fight against the inhuman strength dragging you toward the black maw of the closet. Your free hand flailed wildly, knocking over a lamp, sending glass shards scattering across the hardwood.

A scream tore out your throat, thrashing against the tightening grip.

But just as suddenly as it had grabbed you, it released.

You fell back hard, the impact rattling through your bones as you gasped for air, clutching your wrist. The skin there was ice cold, a deep, aching numbness settling beneath the surface.

The room was still.

Too still.

The figure had retreated.

But the closet door remained open.

The dispatcher's voice crackled through the phone, sharp and urgent.

"Y/N, are you safe? Are you safe?"

You couldn't answer. You couldn't breathe.

Because just as the sirens outside wailed closer, flashing red and blue against your window—

The closet door clicked shut.

And in the heavy silence that followed, you swore you heard it again.

That voice. A breath against the shell of your ear. It was hard to make out what it said, but you could feel its lingering presence all over your body—like hands roaming over you.

Another scream ripped from your throat, raw and unrelenting, as sobs shook your entire body. Your mind struggled to grasp the impossibility of the nightmare unfolding around you, but reality felt fractured, distorted beyond comprehension.

Somewhere in the distance, the dispatcher's voice crackled through the phone, urgent and persistent, The shrill noise of the sirens blended with the dispatcher's frantic calls, layering over the ringing in your ears. A flicker of red and blue light pulsed against the windowpane, flashing in rhythmic bursts, casting eerie shadows across the room.

But you couldn't form words, you could barely even breathe properly. The weight of fear pressed down on your chest like a vice, suffocating, paralyzing.

Your fingers dug into the cold wooden floor, grasping for any sense of stability. With trembling arms, you pushed yourself up, legs wobbling beneath you. Every movement felt sluggish, as if you were moving through water, but you forced yourself to stand.

Help was finally here, but you didn't feel any safer than you did before. What could they possibly do now? There was something much more deeper, darker happening here that the police would not be able to solve.

Deep voices, commanding shouts joined the chaos outside, overlapping with the howling sirens.

Short, rapid breathes left your throat in an attempt to calm yourself down as you slowly took steps towards your door which was still surprisingly locked. Your quivering hands reached out, clasping onto the metallic handle and twisting the door open. A violent banging sounded from downstairs, causing you to flinch in fear, before realising it was just the police outside. They continued to shout, and you managed to make out the sound of your name frantically being called by someone.

Your feet dragged you down the stairs, as you wiped your face, removing any trace of the former tears that had fell from your swollen eyes. Before you could open the door, it was already being pushed open and officers rushed inside. 

Two officers stood in front of you, the other two had taken on the task of exploring your house, checking if there truly was a burglar -- an invader -- lurking inside.

You carefully explained the previous events that had occurred before their arrival, and they listened intently, nodding along to everything you said. Soon enough, the other two joined in with a concerned look etched on their faces.

"There's.." one of them began, all eyes on him. "There's nobody here. We checked every room." He clasped his hands behind his back, glancing towards his colleague. 

"There wasn't a trace of anybody.. But you did leave the front door unlocked." the other added.

"Oh, it must've slipped my mind..." you trailed off, mentally facepalming at your stupidity. You never left the door unlocked. Ever.

Noticing your sullen expression, the female officer spoke up, "Hey, don't worry. We'll do one last check, right?" she looked over at her peers, causing them to nod along, followed by a chorus of 'yes'.

You muttered out a quick thank you, hands clenching into balls in your lap as you watched them make their way back up the stairs, in search of someone you were no longer sure had ever been real.

[leclercss]

Paris, je t'aime (Charles Leclerc), Part 3

Masterlist

plot: it's almost three years since your tumultuous relationships with Lewis and Charles came crashing down. but you find your self in a new city with new beginnings and new ways to fuck up your love life. that's no thanks to a cheeky frenchman who's set you up on a double date with someone oh so familiar.

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: (+18) mentions of smut, cheating, violence and some swearing

authors note: part trois, enjoy. i have been awol, i'm sorry. i literally wrote this and accidentally deleted my draft. fml. this chapter is going to focus on Charles' perspective of the break up. it may explain a lot of his feelings, i hope you enjoy

word count: 5.2k

taglist: @toppersjeep @janeholt3, @princess-siba, @nichmeddar, @tremendousandsonorouswords, @cmleitora, @victoriaholland, @amalialeclerc, @queensofshinigamis, @tempo-rary-fix, @starmanv, @happylittlereader, @trouble-sistar, @lightdragonrayne, @persephonemv1, @dreamingofautopia

*Charles POV*

As the sun peaks through the curtains and hits my face, I find myself rolling over in bed. It's been three years since we've shared a bed, but it's almost instinct for arm to reach out to [Y/N] and for me to wrap around her body. Only this time, my arm finds itself falling onto the mattress.

Confused, I open my eyes to find that the space in the bed beside me is no longer occupied. She's no longer in the bed and all that Charles is left with is the scent of her perfume that has lingered onto the sheets and a small piece of paper with some writing.

I pick up the note in my hand, feeling dread that [Y/N] found yesterday all a little bit too much and she's decided that she doesn't want to see me any more.

’ I promise I’m not running away this time, I just think that we both deserve the chance for a clear head in the morning.

I’m so grateful that I got the chance to see you again.

Amour xxx ’

A small sense of reliefs courses its way through my body but I don't feel any better at the fact that she's no longer in the bed beside me. I don't want a clear head because how is that possible? Because as I fell asleep, last night, with [Y/N] in my arms, all I could think about is how much of the last three years of my life had been a lie. But it wasn't a lie, because the last time I saw her almost feels like yesterday, and I remember it so well.

*3 years ago*

“Lewis is moving to New York," [Y/N] blurts out.

"He's moving to New York?" I ask. My eyebrows furrow at her comment, it wasn't what I was expecting [Y/N] to say, after all I had just suggested that maybe we find our own place in the near future. But hey, if Lewis wants to move to another continent, this was even better in my eyes. Hell, I'd even be willing to drive him to the airport if it meant that he could get out of our lives quicker.

No more hidden moments, no more sneaking around. We could just be us. We're good together and sure, it's been an unconventional journey, but I know that [Y/N] is worth it.

I'm still staring down at [Y/N] as she looks up at me before nodding. I can't help but smile down at her and take her hand in mine. We've had many intimate moments together, but what we've just shared has felt the most raw yet.

Fuck, I wanted her to choke me, I've never felt this crazy in love with a woman before. I'd cut my heart open for her.

"That's good, right?"

I notice [Y/N] gulp before she answers, "He's moving in a few weeks".

I nod. That's not too bad. It's not ideal for her living situation but we can and will figure this out.

"Okay, well if you need somewhere to stay, you can always stay here. We'll figure it out, okay? We'll get somewhere of our own if you want? But the important thing is, we can be together".

'Charles..."

"What’s wrong, amour?"

I try to ignore the shiver that runs through by body, ignoring all the red flags being waves, as [Y/N] lets out a sigh before closing her eyes. Okay, maybe moving in together is a little bit too much to ask but shouldn't she be happier that she's finally ending her sham of a marriage?

I'm still looking down at [Y/N] as I'm trying to figure out what's going on her head. Her hand is still in mine but it's now limp, lifeless. I thought she would be happier than this but maybe the ending of her marriage is much more complex than I thought. Maybe she's actually going to miss this guy? Is she sad that it's ending? Surely not, right?

"I... I ... Lewis is going to New York and he wants me to go with him".

Silence falls between the two of us as I've tried to process what [Y/N] just told me. My ears begin to ring and I'm questioning if what I've heard is actually real.

"And you told him no, right?" I ask. I almost feel stupid asking her this because to me, the answer is so obvious. But a few moments have now passed and the longer that she lays there, her limp hand in mine, the more nervous I become. I notice her chest to begin rising and falling. Rising and falling. It's getting quicker by each second and I'm not so sure about anything any more.

She looks guilty and nervous. Why hasn't she answered me yet?

"Amour, you told him no, right?" Charles asks again, this time there's a desperate tone to my voice. "I mean, you're not wearing your rings?"

But there's nothing that is coming from [Y/N]'s mouth and I almost feel like I'm having an outer body experience. She's seriously going to go? After everything?

I think I'm going to throw up.

But I love her, how could she...

No fuck this. Fuck this entirely. Fuck him and you know what, fuck her!

She still hasn't had the balls to answer me, sitting there, looking all innocent and shell shocked. She's just let me make love to her, let me bare my soul and show her my most intimate desires only to tell me that she's not only ending things with me but she's moving. Moving to New York of all places and with him? The man who has not only attempted to humiliate me on many ocassions, but has humiliated her for years.

The longer I look at her, the more I feel my heart breaking but also, the angrier I become. How could she do this to me, to us?

She's probably seeing every expression on my face that I'm experiencing. I'm not trying to hide it. Anger, confusion, heartbreak, regret, despair. But she's not reacting to any of it.

Surely this is a joke or else I'm the fucking joke? How could I have been so stupid?

My brain can't keep up with my body because before I can even realise it, I throw myself out from under the duvet cover. A couple of her discarded clothes lay in a pool by my feet as I swing them out of the bed. Picking them up, I throw them towards her on the bed behind me.

She still says nothing.

"You've got some fucking nerve, you know that right?" I spit as I begin to charge around the room, finding any of her belongings that I can and throwing them in her direction.

"Excuse me?"

My head snaps around in the direction of the bed, almost instinctively, as I try not to laugh at the surprise in her voice. Our eyes make contact and she flinches at the anger so prominent on my face.

"You're kidding me, right?"

But she's not joking. No, she still has this innocent look on her face, like a deer caught in headlights.

“I don’t understand," she mutters.

I scoff as I continue to pace around the room, not being able to listen to this any more.

"I get it, [Y/N]," he growls. [Y/N] flinches at my tone, cowering further under the duvet. "You got your wish. You finally got your husband to notice that you exist and for him to pretend like he even cares about you. He's finally going to stop fucking other girls for you. Congratulations. I'm really happy for you."

"No, you've misunderstood," [Y/N] pleads but I dismiss her.

"You know, if you wanted me to just fuck you once as revenge for your husband, I would have been more than happy to. But this sick game you've played, making me fall in love with you. I don't know how you can look at yourself in the mirror," I continue, spit almost spraying out of my mouth from the anger.

I didn't even notice [Y/N] climb out of the bed until I feel her hand gently on my arm.

"Charles, it's not like that. I'm not," she begins but she stops once I pull my arm away from her.

"Get off me," I mumble but she ignores me. Her hand finds it's way onto my arm once again.

"Charles, listen to me," she squeals but it's no use, I have no capacity for her excuses or lies any more.

"I said get off me," I growl, this time a little louder and she takes the blatant hint but she won't stop talking.

"Charles, you've got it all wrong".

I turn around to face her as my eyes bore through her skin with nothing but anger and hatred. Venom is brewing inside of me as she looks up at me with tearful eyes. A couple have spilled over onto her cheeks. Looking at her like this, it breaks me. It fucking hurts but all I can think about is what she's put me through and I have to push my sympathy aside.

"No, [Y/N], the only thing I've gotten wrong is trusting you. You know what, you and Lewis are made for each other. Users, liars and cheaters, that's what you are".

I think I've gone too far. Shit, that was too far but as I watch her burst into tears and try to grab onto me, pleading with me to stop and that it's all a big mistake, I know I can't take it back now.

I don't want to do this what I do next, but I can't stop myself.

"My friends were right about you," it's the first time since she's broken the news that she's moving to New York where there hasn't been anger in my voice. I almost find myself wincing at the look on [Y/N]'s face as my words cut her deeply. I've hit an insecurity of hers. My friends never trusted her. How could I ever trust someone so open to cheating on their husband? They thought I was a moron. They'd always questioned her story, was this entire story of Lewis being a cheating asshole even real? Was it just her excuse for me to so willingly sleep with her?

Honestly, I don't know. I don't even know what's really any more.

She sniffles, tears still streaming down her cheeks. "You really think that, Charles?"

No, I don't.

"I think... I think you should leave".

It takes her a moment before she nods. Picking the clothes up from the bed, that I'd thrown at her, she begins to put them onto her body which is now trembling.

Part of me is telling me that I'm being stupid, that it's all a mistake. I can't bare to watch her get ready and leave, almost accepting defeat.

I take one last look at her before leaving my bedroom and making my way to the living room. I won't watch her walk out of that door, because if I do, I think I'll try to stop her.

As I wait on the sofa, staring at the wall opposite me, I feel like I can hear my heart breaking into pieces, one by one. And it's only when I heard the front door close, that they all finally shatter at once.

*Present Day*

I can't tell you how many times I had thought about this day over the last three years. At least once a day. No word of a lie. My final moments with [Y/N] infiltrated every part of my life. Every time I went to bed, I had thought about her and her betrayal. Almost every day that I woke up, I felt the weight on my chest from the memory of her tears on that very day. She even appeared in my dreams, where that day never happened and went on to live our happily ever after. And more often than that, she appeared in my nightmares.

My mind was constantly taunting me and it didn't help that my best friends kept reminding me of my many mistakes and my poor errors in judgement but worst of all, how shitty of a person they had thought [Y/N] was. And while I wanted to agree with them, deep down I felt like this all had to be a lie. Because after everything that we had gone through, surely she couldn't have been faking it.

But when one day, a few months later, when Joris came home from a date with Whitney, he almost couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He had news to share.

"You don't have to worry about her any more," he told me, "she's gone now."

I tried to ignore the pain that I felt in my chest. I couldn't show Joris any more how badly this affected me. He'd been going ballistic at me for weeks already. "She moved then?"

"Yeah, Whitney said she went last Friday," Joris could hardly contain his happiness. "It's about time. Now you can move on and forget about her."

I nod as if I'm I'm agreeing with the idea of moving on. And I try, but it's just not enough because everything in London reminds me of her. I feel suffocated here and so I spend a few weeks back home in Monaco, but my mother senses that something is wrong and wants to get to the bottom of my moodiness and so I decide that maybe being back in Monaco won't give me the peace that I need right now.

But then, out of the blue, an old childhood friend on mine, Pierre, messages to say he'll be in Monaco that weekend and we meet up. Pierre felt like a guardian angel at the time, not that I would ever tell him that, but spending a weekend in Monaco with him felt refreshing to spend some time with someone who wasn't his family, wasn't his friends back in London or anyone who had some sort of connection to [Y/N].

And after not seeing each other for years, Pierre and I kept in touch, which ultimately led me to move to Paris. I thought it would help you know, make me forget about her.

In some ways it helped, I no longer had nightmares about her. I still often fell asleep to the thought of her, and I still woke up thinking about her. My chest began to feel less heavy as time passed. And it almost began to feel like she wasn't real any more because she was no longer in the same country or even on the same continent.

She was gone, and she was never coming back to me.

The only time she had ever felt real was when I was sleeping with other girls. I went on some kind of sex rampage when I moved to Paris, finding any girl possible to occupy my mind and body with but clearly it wasn't working. As I fucked them, I sometimes imagined that they were her, and that it was her that was in my arms again, it was her that was trembling and moaning beneath me. But it wasn't her, it was never her.

Until now.

I've never really believed in fate, but I'm finally starting to believe that it's a funny thing. I will never forget the feeling I had felt when Pierre had shown me her picture. Out of all the three billion women in the world, he'd set me up with my ex, if I could even call her that.

And it felt like my time had come, for redemption, for revenge and for some answers. Because now, after all this time, she's real again. She's in Paris and she's here. It was time.

But now, after last night, I'm beginning to question everything, because every part of my life for the last three years has been a total lie.

[Y/N] had never betrayed me and I don't know how to feel about it all.

My running thoughts are interrupted by my phone pinging on the beside table. I take a moment to stretch out before rolling over to see the message that's on my phone.

"So did you fuck or not?'

I can't help but laugh at Pierre's message.

"Morning to you too"

"Morning, did you fuck or not?'

'I don't kiss and tell, Pierre".

'Liar! So you fucked then. Congratulations'

Before I can even respond, Pierre texts again.

'Jokes aside, what do you think? Do you want to see her again?'

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Pairings:: F1 drivers x Female driver! Reader, Christian Horner x Daughter! Reader, Geri Halliwell x Daughter! Reader

Summary:: Geri Halliwell-Horner shows social media just how proud she is of her daughter and her journey into motorsport, and that their mother-daughter bond really is special and unbreakable.

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gerihalliwellhorner I'm so immensely proud of you, my darling. It feels that only yesterday you were begging me to take you to the race track so you could practice your karting skills and now you're driving a Formula One car! You've come so far and been through so much. I can't wait to see you on the circuit!

y/nhorner I'm so lucky to be you're daughter 🩷

gerihalliwellhorner I'm lucky to be you're mother

y/nnnn.xx_ Why can't I have this sort of relationship with my mum

leclerccc_.baee ^^^ fr, they seem like such a perfect family

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oscc.norris_814 I want Geri to be my mum 😭

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y/nhorner Thank you to everyone that has helped me to get to where I am today, this opportunity to drive in Formula 1 is a dream come true. Thank you to my father for buying me my first ever kart and for getting me into racing. But my biggest thank you is to my mother for always believing in me and making sure I never gave up working for this. You're my biggest fan and I'm yours too ❤️

gerihalliwellhorner I love you so much, my darling, you've always made me so proud ❤️

y/nhorner I couldn't have done it without you ❤️

christianhorner As your father I can't wait to see you in action in Bahrain, but as your opponent I'm definitely a bit worried

y/nhorner As your daughter I will make you proud and as your competitor I will make you scared 😂

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warnings: no remorse for killing stalkers. Everybody thank Ned for inspiring all the douchebags in all I ever write ever

You finally entered the roofed space of the garage seeking for the heat to cease, but it didn't. The first time here, you had no idea where to look for whom. Your brother was nowhere to be found. You enjoyed calling Jackson your brother, although never to his face, because you didn't know if he thought of you as much as that. But it was nice to have a family still, that you didn't resent.

The air smelt like gas and oil, the two smells you got used to from your childhood and never learnt to love. All the things you were indifferent to, surrounded you: the cars, and the parts of the cars, and bikes, and the parts of them, too. The only thing that attracted your attention was a lean frame of a Chevy at the end of the room, but you didn't have time to walk towards it.

"Hi", the voice called, and you recognized the guy loafing around at the bar with Jax the other day. One of the gangsters, the bikers, or whatever they called themselves. Now, without the distracting backdrop of the bar and the light going against his back from the windows, without the bottles and the army of similar black leather jackets, he appeared more human to you, more individual. Interesting face, in which you couldn't immediately discern particularly attractive features, and yet, something caught your eye. The two long, crooked scars, placing a permanent grin onto his cheeks. And they were strangely, twistedly a decoration to him.

He was maybe about your father's age; but youthful in the way he stood with his hip popped, rubbing some stereotypical metal part with a rug; his eyes were glimmering like you were finally the entertainment he'd been waiting for, the whole day.

"Jackie's sister", he called.

"Right. I was looking for him", you said, and clenched your fists together behind your back. The presence of this stranger made you more uncomfortable, him offering something with his eyes, that you were not currently ready for.

He sat down onto a bench quietly, dragging out the pause.

"He's not here today", he said finally.

"Oh", it was like more weight crashed on you, "do you... do you know where I can find him?"

The man raised his eyebrows a little, curious.

"Don't you have an 'I-phone' to call him?"

"I still don't have his number. He's been coming 'round almost every day so I never needed to search for him before".

"He's a good brother, eh?"

You nodded, rubbing your fists. Your upper arms ached.

"Okay, but do you have any idea..."

"I can help you".

"I'd prefer to talk about it with Jackson".

He nodded with understanding.

"Family business".

"Yeah".

You finally saw this futile, so was about to turn around, but he raised his hand, as if trying to calm you.

"Settle down, I'll call him, ask".

In the twist of a joke, he took out a new looking IPhone from his dark jeans, letting you steal a glance at him while busy.

"Jackie", he barked, delightfully Scottish. Against all your might, the corner of your mouth twitched. You haven't heard such thick, rich accents in a long while, and your mind was being soothed with something familiar.

He continued, watching your face, as if he was reading it,

"Your sistar is here, not too social, I think she wants to see ya".

He listened for a second, then handed you the phone. You turned around instinctively, unwillingly demonstrating him your one clenched fist, and the bruise around it.

"What is it Y/N?" Jax asked quietly.

"This idiot came to my house".

"Shit, I am so on the other side of town. Please tell me he's with you in garage so Chibs can knock his head off".

"No, he stayed there. And, listen, he told me he'd kill me, because he's been seeing me with you... I said, you fucking idiot, he's my brother. He didn't believe me. And so..."

"Hold on, don't hurry. Has he hurt you?"

"Yeah, he did, but listen, it doesn't matter".

"Doesn't matter? Why?"

"Cause I stabbed him. I don't know if he's still alive, I decided not to call the police".

Your voice cracked a little, and the fingers of your free hand stabbed into the palm. You could hear Chibs shift a little behind you, uneasy to look at him just yet.

"Stabbed, like hard? With a knife?

"Yeah".

Pause.

"You did the right thing", Jax said finally, "let Chibs take you. You can trust him. He'll take care of it".

You allowed yourself a gaze over your shoulder towards the attentive scarred face. Slightly upturned; he looked like he was studying you. Black eyes, really nice, straight nose. As if Jackson's words about him being trustworthy magically highlighted the features. The lazy, disinterested observation gave him the air of a boss of the premises.

"Okay".

You returned the phone to him, as he stood up, already more energetic at the sound of stabbing.

"We got a body?"

"Not sure. Maybe he's still alive, or already left".

He nodded assertively, moving his legs like a criminal.

"Show the way, miss".

He was patting his own back for showing restraint.

After serving you into the car with courtesy, he started the engine so smoothly, that when the pickup began moving, you swayed a little. Catching yourself on the dashboard, you managed to notice the quick, snaking movement of his hand, removing the knife in a knifeholder from under your nose.

"No more stabbing for today", he warned you, with a little bit more joy in his voice. You sighed, rubbing your sprained wrist.

"Nailed a dick ex-boyfriend?"

"Never was my boyfriend", you said, a little too quickly, out of indignation, "a stalker. I moved in here a month ago and got the nastiest surprise of my life".

"Ooh", he boomed, "then nothing to stress about".

"I am not stressing", you said, "I think I'm going numb".

"Your hands are shaking".

"Left here. The last house, light green".

"Aye, it's the house that has that little narrow road towards the lake, isn't it?" he inquired suddenly.

"Yeah. I go there all the time".

"Oh, that's a nice place", Chibs smiled. In the situation of cold shock, you focused on his humannes, to hold on to hope that he will, in fact, take care of it. On this side of the face, his scar cupped his cheek in a half-moon shape, emphasizing his dimple tenfold. That made the smile akin to the blade spark, on his tough, bearded face. A face like this was supposed to never smile again, because it gave out the hope.

You wondered how painful that was. Getting your face cut, more or less than getting stabbed in the stomach?

You thought of Ned's face as you finally ran the kitchen knife through his guts. Long overdue, if you ask. You had no hard feelings about it, it was more that your body was trying to decide which mode of panic to implement.

The car stopped by the driveway smoothly, and you took a couple of seconds to look at its quiet outside.

"How many times have you hit 'em?"

"I managed three".

"Good girl", he cooed mindlessly, getting out of the car.

You entered the house and listened. No sound, as opposed to the stuffed grumbling, bubbling and seething whispers that were filling the living room just thirty minutes ago. You led Chibs down the hall, him stepping behind you like a cat, and opened the door, but he lost interest in the room immediately. You noticed his eyes trailing something on the floor, leading towards the little window at the end of the hall. Ned must have managed to escape the room and then walked in the wrong direction, wrangled himself against the window into the backyard, and continued there.

The man obeyed the traces, and then with dexterity of a hare, jumped over the open window frame. You saw him walk across the yard, where Ned finished his way already close to the narrow path Chibs had mentioned.

Telford grabbed the guy's shoulder to turn him around and estimate the wounds, but suddenly Ned gasped for air and started moving.

"Still kickin'!" Chibs announced, and your heart started pounding; out of relief? Fear? As if he could again stand up and lash out on you.

"Do we take him into a hospital?" you asked.

"Do you want him dead or alive?"

'Dead' sounded so devious coming from his mouth.

"I don't wish death on him", you breathed. Chibs nodded.

"Then bring some bandaids, cloths, and alcohol if you have it".

You nodded and ran back into the depth of the house.

Chibs bent one knee to get closer to the guy. He looked half-dead.

"What did ya do to her?" he required, feeling nothing towards this miserable idiot.

"Help", he mouthed, his eyes iridescent with the brain impulses trying to keep him alive.

"Sorry", he bowed down to Ned, "don't think I can. You see, I'm trying to put my dick into her. Also, I'm a feminist, so I'm always on the lady's side. Isn't that how it works?"

He looked at Ned's hands. Huge guy, maybe Chibs' height, or taller. And Y/N's tiny little wrists, that he probably, what, shook, squeezed, while trying to intimidate her. Chibs had seen this many times, this abuse. Big piece of shit taking it out on a small girl. He felt nothing about this guy. Shame he was lasting so long, because he was still trying to wriggle, even if blood was running out. Chibs moved his head around, feeling her coming back soon, and made a strategic decision. He put his elbow on Ned's neck, pushed and twisted. Then, after about ten seconds, turned towards the open window,

"Y/N, my apologies. He's done".

[mirrorball-leclerc]

she's married you idiots!

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isabella perez mae, i wasn't aware you and max had gotten a divorce and you were now dating barry keoghan.

mae jones-verstappen oh my god who started it this time??

oscar piastri tmz

zoya torres and fans are definitely helping troll the others who think mae is dating barry.

max jones-verstappen why are they calling him bath water guy and grave guy??

oscar piastri as someone who watched the movie with his girlfriend for the "vine" trust me when i say you don't want to know.

lando norris you do not want to watch that movie, trust me.

isabella perez so that's a negative on you and barry?

max jones-verstappen i hope you get fired. mae jones-verstappen we had dinner, as friends, a while back, but max was with us. which is something tmz kindly left out.

logan sargeant i fucking hate tmz

arthur leclerc is this because they said zoya was dating louis? logan sargeant shut the fuck up?

pierre gasly i think charles is the only one who is safe from dating rumors.

natalia ruiz because the people love him and the italians lose their shit anytime someone implies charles is dating someone.

charles leclerc and they send natalia many dms asking her if we're over so that they can make a move on me.

arthur leclerc i am safe too.

dulce perez up until three months ago, everyone thought i was dating robert. not you. trust me, you are not safe.

rhys jones this? again?

sebastian vettel next they'll be saying max is dating daniel, again.

fernando alonso when did they ever stop saying that?

daniel jones-ricciardo he's my platonic soulmate! max jones-verstappen we're lovers but our wives don't know it yet. daphne jones-ricciardo i was under the assumption that my husband was in a secret love affair with ryan and that max was engaging in an affair with charles?

lewis hamilton a bunch of children, all of you.

fernando alonso starting with me, you, and seb. as the oldest we set the examples. sebastian vettel they learned from us lewis.

lewis hamilton i'm nowhere near as dramatic as you two!

rhys jones "well we're not friends." isabella perez "and teammate" george russell "taken out by my own teammate" lewis hamilton ALRIGHT I GET IT!

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¡leclerc-s speaks! anyways, back to our regularly scheduled programing, not that i have a posting schedule, but i figured, you know i gave daniel and daphne two parts about relationship rumors why not give mae and max one. this is a product of that. honestly some of my best work comes when i am sleep deprived because insomnia is a bitch, this was written yesterday. is there anyone you guys would like to write relationship rumors about??

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Fake texts au- pt.16 bffs with the rookies+ revenge is a dish best served cold and glittery

When you woke up, you were tagged in many stories, almost all the drivers had put up stories in your support, chastising the paparazzi that had stormed you and asked inappropriate questions, even a lot of the Barcelona team (the ones you knew) were in your support.

Gavi is messaging you to complement your right hook, and Pedri to ask if you were okay.

The man you had punched was fired from his job and now wasn't allowed within 100 feet of you (courtesy of Max's lawyers), you had also gotten most of your things back, only left without your laptop.

And your 'friends'? Well, you knew just what to do to them. You still had some people you could trust back in the UK so you made them fill up all their dorm rooms with glitter and itching powder, and then blocked them everywhere, any and all communication would now be through Max's lawyers and man were you happy about that.

You were sure the next swing you took would be at them.

The university had allowed you to complete the rest of your course online, only giving the finals on ground, they were quite happy not to be spoken to by the lawyers knowing it was partially their security's fault to allow so many paparazzi to storm you in the first place.

You didn't feel comfortable going to the Las Vegas race and even Abu Dabi, just wanting a break but now? Oh now you were back for revenge, revenge on everyone who thought your life was theirs to judge.

You opened your group chat, you’d spent time FaceTiming and talking to the boys individually but it felt to awkward, to real to be in a group again but fuck that, these boys were your best friends! Lando, Charles and Max were like the older brothers you never had! Even Lorenzo checked up on you almost daily. You weren’t going to give all this up just because of some idiots.

You smiled as normalcy set into the atmosphere again. You called up a few people asking them if they could make and they all could, making you happier.

Things were finally getting better and now you could support your friends without feeling guilty about it.

You had missed the season end but had called Max to congratulate him, but hadn't felt safe enough to go to the party however much he asked but now you were going to be there for them, the people who've always been there for you.

This ones a lil shorter than usual but I needed a filler to move ahead😭

and we're back to the og texts!!! Hope yall like this one! Also I still can't comment idk why.

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♡ Be my valentine? ~ Alex Albon ~ feb. 12

summary: Alex is too nervous while asking Y/n out

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The streets were busy as Alex tried to find his way to the flower shop. Cars zoomed past as Mac Miller played in his headphones. The soft white sweater Y/n brought him hugged his torso. The rain fell from the grey clouds.

His thoughts stopped when his eyes spotted the shop. It's size is little, the paint on the outside is a baby blue and sage green. Flowers and vines hanging from the ceiling, big windows had stickers adorning the edges.

A bell chimed as he stepped in, faint music playing. The heat of the lamps made him sweat. Soft lights blinked in every corner. The woman in the cashier's place is lent back talking on the phone

Alex's eyes catch on baby's breaths and pink roses. The combo made him smile.

&

"Be my valentine, Y/n?" His voice cracked as the woman in front of him stared and smiled. The beautiful flowers shone in his hands. The soft velvet of the bow holding the flowers together brushed his hands.

His eyes closed in anticipation. He could feel himself burning up as Y/n stayed silent. Her silk pink dress burned into his eyes, the rich color of vanilla in her bows made him smile.

He felt soft hands touch his cheeks, Y/n giggled at the red blush covering his face and neck.

"Of course, Alex why wouldn't i?" She whispered, the excitement in her voice blurring everything else. The paddock is no longer loud around them. The cars are no longer going. It's just them.

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Taglist.: @littlesatanicassholebitch ; @keii134 ; @i-wish-this-was-me ; @entr4p3 ; @trouble-sistar

[naturallyadventured]

nicoledawnwild

SiStars it’s time we all feel this good in our bodies. It’s time to reclaim the magic of wombanhood! It’s time we honour ourselves as the sacred vessels we are. There is nothing to fear! There is such strength in vulnerability. Together we rise. I live to share tools I’ve learned for healing my relationship with my spirit and body. This journey was not and is still not easy for me but it’s the most worthy journey: understanding my true magnificence. I have had to shed layers of frustration, shame, guilt, and judgement. I have had to forgive myself and my body. I have reclaimed my sense of sovereignty and respect for myself. I have had to redefine success for myself and learn self worth and empowerment. I have learned to take pleasure in my own touch and company. I have learned to say No! And speak the language of consent and boundaries. I’ve also learned to say YES with my whole body, deepening my connection to myself, partner and my Creator. I’ve accepted I am a creation of unconditional love. I have come to truly love the parts of my parents that lie within me. I marvel in my body’s ability to regenerate. I speak with my body daily and treat her as a dear friend, a precious child. I ask her what she needs each day and do my best to deliver. I speak to my body with loving messages of hope, healing and happiness. I am no longer punishing her with my sharp tongue. I put myself to work each day, using my body to the best of its ability. My most precious gift to help me live out my purpose here on Earth. I lovingly share my body with loved ones I choose, and offer comfort to others so they may enjoy my touch as well. I offer my moon blood to the Earth each New Moon and lay my naked body on the grass, in the ocean, underneath stars. I remind myself I am the Earth and she is me. I let my bare yoni pulse on the Earth, harmonizing with the natural rhythms of the Earth’s electromagnetic frequency. I am a Goddess. You are a Goddess. There is nothing you have to do, just simply remember. Remember. Remember. Surrender. Let me help you remove blockages to remembering your perfection. Your divinity. Your power.

[smutoperator]

Rules, kinks and favorite idols/groups

I've had this blog for a while but finally I'm not busy enough to keep it active. So there are the rules:

Idols must be 18 or older (obviously).

Sex must always be consensual.

Besides rape, I also avoid stuff like scat, vomit and necrophilia.

I don't write G!P smuts. I allow for the use of strap-ons but not actual penises for idols that have vaginas.

I keep note on every request and will select a few if the story fits. All smuts will feature at least one female idol and a male reader.

My favorite fantasies are: anal (my #1), breeding, creampie, dirty talk dom/sub, facefucking, morning sex, poolside sex, public sex, rough sex, spanking and titfucking. As you can see, I'm on the rougher side of the spectrum and my smuts veer into the porny side but can do romantic stuff if asked to.

Now on to the idols.

I have idols spawning from 2nd to 4th generation as my biases, my all time top 10 is, ordered by their groups: AOA Seolhyun, Blackpink Jennie, Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon, Girl's Day Yura, f(x) Krystal, Ive Wonyoung, Iz*one/Soloist Eunbi, SNSD Yuri, Twice Jihyo and Twice Momo (and RV Seulgi but I don't write smuts about her for finding her too cute to lewd).

Here are the idols from each group, order alphabetically, I can write smuts of. Inside their groups, the idols are ordered by my personal preference.

4Minute: Hyuna

Aespa: Karina - Ningning - Winter - Giselle

After School: Nana - Kahi

Alice: Sohee

AOA: Seolhyun - Choa - Hyejeong - Jimin

Apink: Bomi - Hayoung - Eunji - Naeun - Chorong

Berry Good: Johyun

Blackpink: Jennie - Jisoo - Lisa - Rosé

Cherry Bullet: Jiwon

Cignature: Jeewon

CLC: Seungyeon - Yeeun

Dal Shabet: Subin

Dreamcatcher: Yoohyeon - Gahyeon - Handong - SuA - JiU

Exid: Hani - Junghwa

f(x) : Krystal - Victoria

Fromis 9: Saerom - Chaeyoung

Gidle: Soyeon - Shuhua - Minnie - Yuqi - Miyeon

Girl's Day: Yura - Hyeri

Gfriend: Eunha - SinB - Sowon - Yuju - Yerin - Umji

I.O.I: Somi - Doyeon - Sejeong - Jieqiong - Chungha - Mina

Itzy: Yeji - Chaeryeong - Yuna - Ryujin

Ive: Wonyoung - Gaeul - Yujin - Rei - Liz

Iz*one: Eunbi - Wonyoung - Chaewon - Minju - Hyewon - Yujin - Sakura - Yena - Chaeyeon

Kep1er: Xiaoting - Yujin - Hikaru - Chaehyun - Dayeon

Le Sserafim: Kazuha - Chaewon - Yunjin - Sakura

Loona: Heejin - Yeojin - Hyeju - Yves - Haseul - Jinsoul - Kim Lip

Lovelyz: Mijoo

Mamamoo: Solar - Hwasa

Miss A: Suzy - Fei

Momoland: Ahin - Nancy

Newjeans: Danielle - Minji - Hanni

Nine Muses: Kyungri

Nmixx: Sullyoon - Haewon

Oh My Girl: Arin - Yooa - Jiho - Yubin - Mimi - Hyojung - Seunghee

Rainbow: Jaekyung - Hyunyoung

Red Velvet: Joy - Yeri - Irene

Secret: Hyosung

SNSD: Yuri - Yoona - Taeyeon - Seohyun - Sunny - Jessica - Tiffany - Hyoyeon - Sooyoung

Sistar: Soyou - Hyolyn - Bora - Dasom

Stayc: Isa - J - Seeun - Yoon

T-Ara: Hyomin - Jiyeon

Twice: Momo - Jihyo - Sana - Mina - Tzuyu - Dahyun - Nayeon - Jeongyeon - Chaeyoung

Weeekly: Monday - Zoa - Jihan

WJSN: Bona - Cheng Xiao

Wonder Girls: Sunmi

[leclercss]

Paris, je t'aime (Charles Leclerc), Part 2

Masterlist

plot: it's almost three years since your tumultuous relationships with Lewis and Charles came crashing down. but you find your self in a new city with new beginnings and new ways to fuck up your love life. that's no thanks to a cheeky frenchman who's set you up on a double date with someone oh so familiar.

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: (+18) mentions of smut, cheating, violence and some swearing

authors note: part deux, enjoy. sorry this took so much longer than anticipated to write. also, excuse the darker tone to this chapter, it'll get lighter from here xx

word count: 5.2k

taglist: @toppersjeep @janeholt3, @princess-siba, @nichmeddar, @tremendousandsonorouswords, @cmleitora, @victoriaholland, @amalialeclerc, @queensofshinigamis, @tempo-rary-fix, @starmanv, @happylittlereader, @trouble-sistar, @lightdragonrayne, @persephonemv1, @dreamingofautopia

If you couldn't read Charles' expression before, you most certainly couldn't now. For the first time this evening, it was Charles who was stumbling over his words.

"Wha... Wait... what?" was all he could muster up.

There weren't many times when you had been with Charles where he struggled to find his words. Even if he was angry, like the last time you saw him all those years ago, he still managed to say something. But tonight, he couldn't. He was speechless.

To relieve him from his pain, you repeated what you had said a few moments before. You too were struggling to string a few words together.

"Charles, I never went to New York".

Even by repeating yourself, Charles still couldn't find the words and it looks like the wheels inside of his head are trying to turn and make some sort of sense but everything is just breaking down and failing to work cohesively. And so, rather than having to respond, he looks out of the window of the taxi, taking in the Parisian sunset. His hand is no longer on your thigh but is now clawing at his facial hair.

The rest of the taxi ride is quiet, aside from the taxi driver's radio playing lowly in the background. But at one point you think you hear Charles whisper to himself, "Je ne comprends pas".

I don't understand.

The sound of Charles' keys rattling breaks the silence between you and Charles as he leads you upstairs to his apartment. He still hasn't said anything since the taxi, aside from thanking the driver. You haven't made much of an effort yourself to fill the silence because in all honesty, you're not really sure what to say or what Charles' reaction would be to whatever you did have to say. He was clearly stunned at your revelation that you in fact never went to New York and you were stunned yourself - by his question, his reaction, hell, this entire date. None of this made sense.

In the space of an hour, you went from being clueless about your blind date, to finding out that out of the +3 billion men in the world you just happened to be set up with your ex and to now, with Charles asking you to come to his apartment. Your mind was working overtime to catch up. Those two Aperol Spritz' were clearly not enough to numb whatever your brain was trying to process right now. You clearly needed something stronger.

You tried not to laugh but you couldn't help think about the fact that as much as Pierre poked fun at you for your messy love life, even this situation that you now found yourself in would even be too much for him to process.

The two of you quietly make your way into Charles’ apartment before staggering off. He muttered something about getting you a drink and so you take the opportunity to take in his apartment. Your heels are the only thing that is making a sound as you slowly walk around his living room. It’s a lot more sophisticated than his apartment in London that he shared with Joris and Riccardo. Gone are the Ferrari prints and in their place are pictures of modern art, strategically framed across the walls. It feels too classy to be a bachelor pad, if that was what Charles used it as. Your mind briefly lingers back to Pierre's comment about Charles needing to fuck a lot of girls to get over you.

With Charles still in the kitchen, you slowly make your way over to the large bay window and admire the Parisian streets outside as the sun slowly begins to set across the city. You let out a little sigh. It feels like no matter where you call home these days, chaos seems to follow you. Well, everywhere apart from Singapore, life felt so easy there. No expectation, the only pressure being your job. Was it too late to go back?

Your attention is finally pulled back to reality as Charles hands you a glass of white wine.

“Thank you,” you say, taking the glass from his hand. You can’t miss that his own glass of wine is practically shorty. Charles’ notices this and dryly chuckles.

“I drank it on the way, let me get some more”.

He’s flustered, his cheeks turning slightly pink out of embarrassment. He doesn’t make eye contact with you at all before he turns away and heads back to the kitchen. You can’t help but find it a little funny how you’re now the composed one, especially in comparison to Charles’ entrance during your date.

As Charles re-enters the living room, you take a seat on the edge of his sofa, you’re not too comfortable yet for you to treat it like a welcomed or returning guest. Charles follows suit, taking a seat on the arm chair across from you.

It’s still quiet between you both, neither of you know how to start this conversation. Whatever game plan Charles had previously has now gone straight out of the window while you never had an opportunity to even create a game plan, you were just thrown into the deep end without any arm bands.

You watch as Charles’ slowly runs his index finger along the rim of his wine glass while he stares at his own movements. Deciding to break the silence, because any conversation is better than this, you begin with some small talk to ease yourself into the conversation.

“Your apartment looks great,” you say politely as you look around the room once more.

“Thanks,” Charles mutters, his eyes still fixated on his wine glass.

“Did you decorate it yourself?”

Charles shakes his head.

You let out a little laugh. “Interior design was never your strong suit,” you joke, hoping to lighten the mood but it doesn’t anything but.

“A friend did it,” his words almost come out like a grunt.

Silence falls onto the room once more.

Something chaotic begins to brew inside of you. You know you’ve got nothing to lose, and out a stupid sense of curiosity, you carelessly throw out your next question, “Was it a girl that did it for you?”

Charles instantly tenses up at your question and you know you're playing with fire. You notice his jaw twitch in irritation. His shoulders now hunching forward and his hand is how clenched around his wine glass. And by the tension in his fingers, you’re amazed that it hasn’t cracked from the pressure.

He’s debating whether to say something or not. And he does, but not before taking a large gulp of his wine.

“Why don’t we just skip the small talk and get straight to fucking shall we?”

And as he says it, he’s finally looking into your eyes. The pendulum swings once more and it's your turn to be nervous again.

“Excuse me?”

He lets out a little chuckle but from the expression in his eyes he’s not joking around.

“Listen, [Y/N], I didn’t invite you back to my apartment so we could exchange interior design tips. So, let’s just skip to what we’re good at which is sex,” he continues with a condescending tone. “We can either do it on my sofa if you like, or by the big window so you can take in the Parisian skyline as I fuck you from behind. But my bed also works, your choice”.

You can’t help but scoff, “And that works for all the other girls you’ve taken here, right?”

You want to slap the smirk that Charles’ is giving you right off his face.

“No,” he responds sarcastically. “I let them finish their glass of wine, or two, maybe even play them a song on my piano before I ask them to take their clothes off”.

Oh, so I'm not even worthy of even getting through my wine? you think to yourself.

It's your turn to laugh but you know it’s hiding what you really feel. You’re confused but most importantly, you’re disappointed in the way that Charles is speaking to you. He had never spoken to you like this before.

“And what makes you think I’d want to fuck you anyway?” you retort, hoping that you sound assure in what you're saying, but you're not, your voice trembles. And Charles doesn't miss it.

And my God, he looks so arrogant as he looks you up and down. He’s so obvious with his gaze as his eyes become fixated on your boobs before making their way down to your thighs, which are now more exposed than before thanks to your dress riding up from sitting on the sofa.

“You’re wearing that dress aren’t you?” the smugness practically oozes from his tongue.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Well, if I’d of known that you were going to be my date then I definitely wouldn’t have wasted this dress on you”.

Charles throws his head back as his smile grows even bigger.

“It's such a shame that you’ve lost your sense of humour since I last saw you, amour”.

You scoff once more. His use of amour is no longer a term of endearment but a way to mock you. But you can't let him know that he's winning, so you somewhat fight back, "At least I’ve managed to grow up in the last three years. Unlike some”.

“And yet you’re still here”.

Your eyes meet his and you gulp. His piercing green eyes are glistening as he enjoys seeing you squirm. He’s been waiting for so long to see you again and he’s not going to let you forget how you made him feel. And he doesn’t care that he’s coming across as a dick when he’s doing so. You broke his heart, and he’s willing to be petty about it.

Despite your disgust in how he’s speaking to you since you arrived to his apartment, you know he’s right. Why are you still here? What sort of resolution are you going to get from this? And you remember how naive you were earlier to think that Charles had moved on when he was being nice to you. Oh how wrong you were.

“Well, now that we’ve established that you’re staying-“

“Who said I was staying?” you growl.

“Well, as I said before, you’re wearing that dress and I think it’s pretty obvious that you planned on getting fucked tonight, so I’m happy to cut to get to it,” Charles continues nonchalantly, “Pierre, as well intentioned as he is, did drop the bomb that you’ve been having a bit of a dry patch when it comes to your love life so I can’t blame you for getting your hopes up”.

You’re growing more irritated by his sarcasm and attitude by the second. Your jaw can’t help but twitch as he drops the truth bomb on your pathetic love life. And so you retaliate, unknowingly falling right into his trap.

“And Pierre was ever-so-kind to let me know that you’ve been so miserable and bitter that you’ve had to fuck anyone with a pulse to get over me”.

You see a flash of anger fall onto Charles’ face but it’s gone as quick as it came. You wouldn't be sure it even happened if he didn't respond the way he does next.

“Better than whatever pathetic shit it is you’ve been doing,” Charles responds. "Random hook ups, pathetic tinder conversations. Are you scared of commitment or something?"

You say nothing but you're breathing heavily. You're the one who is now gripping onto their wine glass for dear life, holding onto whatever composure you have left.

"There was one thing that Pierre didn't tell me though. How did you and Lewis end things, amour?"

What a little...

Who the fuck does he think he is?

This conversation has taken a dark turn and it’s enough for you to want to get out of here. Something you should have done before. You slam your wine glass onto the coffee table, before standing up to make your way towards the front door.

You hear Charles get out of his seat, closely following behind before he grabs onto your arm.

“What’s wrong, amour?” his voice is sickeningly sweet as he taunts you once more, pulling you back towards him.

“I’m not going to sit here and let you talk to me like this,” you spit. But your voice cracks as you can feel ears form in your eyes. This whole evening has been humiliating and now Charles is hanging your desperate love life in front of you, like it's a toy that can be poked and prodded at for entertainment.

And if you thought that by leaving that Charles would retreat, you were completely wrong.

“Sorry, baby, thought you were into men who treated you like shit”.

Slap!

You're not sure who's more surprised by the slap you've just given Charles, you've both been stunned into silence. The hand that he had on your arm immediately removes itself from you, now finding itself pressed against Charles' cheek. He winces at his own touch, the flesh that was met with your slap is beginning to sizzle.

One of your tears spills over as you make eye contact with Charles, your expressions matching one another. Horror. It takes you a few moments to realise what you've done. Unwilling and unable to accept the consequences of your actions, you decide to bolt for the exit. But as soon as you open the front door, it's been slammed shut. Panicking, you turn around to see that Charles has followed you, his hand is above your head holding the door closed.

You're not sure why you feel scared, but you press your back against the door. You're pressing into it so hard that you hope that it creates some sort of portal to take you somewhere far, far away from here. Anywhere but here.

But your dreams are cut short because Charles is standing in front of you, still holding the door closed while the other hand caresses his cheek, marked with your handprint.

"No, you don't get to just run away from me again," he barks as he hovers over you.

"What?" you ask in confusion.

"You've done it to me once before and I won't let you do it again," he replies. His breathing his heavy, chest rising and falling dramatically as he looks into your eyes. "You've left me once before without an explanation. You're not doing that to me this time".

His tone is much more gentle this time. The last few moments have made him feel vulnerable. His find flashes back to the last time he saw you and how he watched you walk out of his front door, never to be seen again until three years later. Despite his bitterness towards your break up, he wasn't going to make that mistake again. No, it was time for some answers. Ones he had been waiting for for three long years.

He removes the hand that's above your head on the door and places it back down by his side. "Can you just stay, please? I think you owe me that much".

You nod.

"Okay," your voice barely a whisper. "I'll stay but at least let me get a cold towel for your face".

It's Charles turn to nod.

He makes his way back to the sofa while he waits for you to return with a cold, damp cloth. When you return, his eyes never leave you as he watches you sit down beside him. He watches you as you gently places the damp cloth against his cheek. He hisses out your touch.

"I'm sorry," you whisper as you begin to dab his face gently, this time your touch hurts less.

Apart from your very brief apology, the two of you say nothing for a while. Charles' eyes are still on you as you take care of him. He gulps as you take your other hand and brush away a strand of hair that's fallen onto his cheek. His mind goes rushing back to all of the times that you touched him before. But now it's in such different circumstances and you both feel like strangers to one another now. He wants to touch you again, to see if it still feels the same. If your skin is still as soft as before. It always used to be so warm and silky, it felt like satin beneath his touch. But he's too scared to try, after all you did just slap him a not so long ago, because of shitty words that he said to you.

"Charles," you say before pausing. You look at him briefly as he nods, waiting for you to carry on. He's looking at you with such puppy dog eyes that you can't help but feel guilty as you see that he still has some redness on his cheek. But you carry on. "I'm sorry for hitting you. I... I shouldn't have done that".

Charles chuckles a little, "It's okay, amour".

"No, no, it's not okay. I shouldn't hit anyone," you protest, this time holding the cloth against his cheek.

Charles smiles at you, "Honestly, it's okay. I deserve it, I was being nasty."

You let out a little sigh.

"I really am sorry," you say as you look into his eyes.

"I know, amour".

It's all the two of you say for a few more minutes before you finally remove the cloth from Charles' cheek. The redness has calmed down, but he still feels a sting from your touch.

As you place the cloth on the table, you reach for your glass of wine, realising that it's been untouched. You take a sip before handing the glass to Charles. He smiles before taking it from your hand and taking a sip himself.

As your wait to find something to say, you begin to pull at the hem of your short dress. How do you carry on the conversation from here? The last time you tried to speak it went from being petty to nasty and to, in your case, being violent. But Charles' demeanor is different this time, he seems a lot calmer and he doesn't want to make your life a living hell any more. He watches you fiddling with the hem of your dress and pulling at a loose string. He places his hand on top of yours to stop you from pulling at the material any more.

"Hey, don't do that. Your dress is beautiful, I wouldn't want you to ruin it," his tone is so gentle. So much so that you tears begin to form in your eyes again. You can't even look at Charles as your eyes remain fixated on your lap. You hadn't realised your tears had spilled over until landed on the bottom of your dress, leaving the smallest of damp spots.

"Hey, hey, please don't cry," Charles whispers as he wipes your tear with his thumb. But by him telling you not to cry doesn't mean that you stop. If anything, feeling his hand on your face only makes it worse. "Please don't cry, [Y/N]".

Charles cups your face in his hands as he lifts it up so you're looking at him. "Charles," you begin but your breath catches in your throat. The evening is beginning to overwhelm you and you can't seem to be digesting anything that's happening in a reasonable way.

"Tell me, amour," Charles says as he wipes your tears once more.

Amour.

Fuck, even the way he's saying it now is so confusing. It's so gentle and so kind and you don't deserve any of this.

"Did you mean it earlier? When you said you only invited me back to have sex?"

Charles sighs as he shakes his head.

"No! No, I was being an asshole, okay," he tells you. "I didn't mean it."

You nod but you're not sure if you believe him. You wouldn't blame him if he fucked you and then left you because in Charles' eyes, that's what you did to him three years ago.

"Hey, hey, look at me," his voice is more commanding this time that you can't help but look at him. He hesitates for a moment, before he leans in to kiss your forehead. "I didn't mean it, amour. I was just angry, that's all".

You nod but you still feel overwhelmed with his touch and so you lean back on the sofa to give yourself a little bit of a break. Charles follows suit.

Silence falls on the room once more but this time, the two of you taking turns drinking the wine from your glass, hoping that the two of you find the courage to address the elephant in the room.

This time, it's Charles who breaks the silence.

"You... you said in the taxi that you never went to New York," he begins. The volume in his voice is much lower this time.

You nod slowly.

"What happened? Why did you change your mind?"

He nervously awaits your answer and he doesn't miss the little sigh that you let out.

"Charles, I... I was never going to New York. It was never the plan. Lewis kept asking but I always said no," you tell him.

Charles' scrunches his forehead at your confession.

"But you told me-"

"No, that day when I came to see you. I planned on telling you that everything was over between Lewis and I but I don't know what happened. I just couldn't get the words out, after everything that happened it should have been easy but it wasn't. Because I'd never been able to say out loud that my marriage was over. And when I told you that Lewis asked me to join him in New York, I didn't tell you because that's what was happening. I told you because I was scared and confused. You talked about moving in together and I panicked. For the first time in seven years he wasn't going to be in my life and I just didn't have time to process it," you tell him, "And so when you asked me if I was going, I just froze. I... I don't why I did. But by the time I got over my panic you thought that I had basically confirmed that I was going with Lewis but I never was. I don't blame you for reacting the way you did, hell, I would have had the same thoughts. But he was never an option any more, Charles, it was always you".

Charles stays silent as he lets all of your words sync in. He had been so wrong this whole time and he spent so many days and months hating you. Was he so wiling to believe that you were leaving him to stay with Lewis because he couldn't believe that it would finally be true? He'd always heard that the spouse never leaves their martial partner when it comes to having an affair. But you and Charles never had an affair. You had a relationship, and one that Lewis knew all about. So why had he gotten it all so wrong?

"When you told me to leave, I... I took the cowards way out. I don't blame you for not believing me. We were both tired and I gave up. I'm sorry that I gave up, Charles," you say. It's your turn to wipe the tear from Charles' cheeks.

"No, I pushed you away," he says quietly.

You shake your head. "No, you didn't. You did nothing wrong," you tell him.

The two of you take a few minutes to process your confession to Charles. The tears have now dried up for the both of you but the weight of the conversation rests heavy on your hearts.

"If you didn't go to New York, where did you go?" Charles asks.

You let out a little sigh. "I went for a job opportunity in Singapore. And I took it, so I moved about three months after things ended between us".

Charle lets out a light-hearted chuckle. "Singapore, that must have been nice," he says, "How did you manage in the heat?"

"I didn't," you laugh, "I basically lived a nocturnal lifestyle. But it was nice, I enjoyed my time there. I think I grew up a lot while I was there".

You pause for a moment, your smile falls a little as you carry on. "I do think about what would have happened if I'd stayed in London though..." Your sentence trails off as you begin to think about the what ifs.

"Well you know, London. Always busy and always expensive," Charles jokes. You smile at him softly.

"Kind of like Paris, right?" you say and he nods in response.

He takes a moment before asking his next question, "Do you regret going?"

Uncertainty takes over momentarily before you reply, "I don't know. I wish I kind of did things differently".

"Me too," Charles mutters.

Your eyes meet each others and this time it feels different. It feels like you're both longing for one another. You're not sure who initiated the first move as you both lean in for a gentle kiss which soon escalates as Charles pulls you onto his lap while you reach out to cup his face. The kiss deepens quickly as the two of your run your hands over any body part you can find on the other.

Charles' hands going from your hair on the back of your head to your waist. At some point, they end up on your ass which is now exposed due to the movements you've been making on his lap. Your hands too find themselves in his hair before making their way over his shoulders and down his clothed chest but you don't miss the tight muscles that sits below the thin material.

You hum as Charles' lips make their way to below your ear before making their way down your neck and finally to your chest.

"I wasn't joking when I mentioned this dress earlier," he says as he stares up at you, his eyes are full of hunger, "it was meant to taken off".

You can't help but squeal as he dramatically pulls your straps down to reveal your chest and it doesn't take long for him to wrap his mouth around one of your nipples. You moan as he begins to suck on the sensitive skin.

"Fuck," you let out as your hands grip onto his shoulders.

Tonight has been such a mind fuck that you feel dizzy at his touch. How the hell have you ended up in this situation where you've gone from slapping Charles for being an asshole to having him sucking on your tits. Maybe he was right and that you did like men that treated you like shit.

But that was baggage that you could unpack another day as you're suddenly brought back to your senses when you feel a flash of cold air on your vagina. You look down and see that Charles has pulled your panties to the side.

He looks up at you menacingly as his right hand makes its way down your body while the other holds your him in place. You can't help but yelp as his fingertips brush against your clit.

"Charles," you sigh in relief as he presses more pressure onto your sensitive bud.

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't imagined this image over the last three years," Charles teases as he slides his fingers between your folds. "Mmmm," is all you can say.

"I still have those photos you know and some of the videos that we took," he continues as he left hand makes it's way back up to your breast, missing the feeling of full flesh beneath his fingers.

"Charles," you whisper once more as you grip onto his hair.

"All you have to do is tell me how you want," he says and you're falling into his touch when he suddenly pushes two of his fingers inside of you.

"Shit!"

Charles takes your profanity as a sign to continue but this only sends you into overdrive. No, it's that dizzy feeling again and you suddenly feel light-headed. His fingers are moving in and out of you but all you want to do is push yourself off his chest and you do.

"Stop," you cry as you lift yourself of Charles' body.

Charles is stunned at your sudden change and becomes flustered, trying to understand why you're no longer wanting him to touch you.

"Amour, what's wrong?"

You're panting as you recover from the sensation of Charles while you're also trying to gather your thoughts at the same time.

"I don't think this is a good idea," you eventually say. You don't miss the look of disappointment on Charles' face. "It's not that I don't want to, I just think that... that we've gone through so much tonight. We haven't really processed anything and I don't want us to regret this".

Charles nods. He'd do anything to have you right now but deep down he knows you're right. The events of tonight have been chaotic, petty and at times toxic. This was the first time the two of you had addressed what happened and even then it was only a short conversation. He's only just gotten you back into his life and despite what his mouth was running with earlier, Charles didn't want to lose you again.

"You're right, I'm sorry," he says softly.

"Please don't be sorry. We both wanted it but it's not the best thing right now," you say. You want to break the tension in the air by cracking a joke, "If you want, we can both tell Pierre that we fucked to mess with his head".

Your joke works as Charles releases some tension by laughing before letting out a "Fucking Pierre".

At some point, you end up resting your head against Charles' chest as the two of you enjoy the silence for the first time this evening and for the final time, Charles interrupts a quiet moment between you two.

"Can you stay tonight? I... Nothing has to happen, I'd just like you to stay," he says quietly. You look up at him and nod.

The two of you eventually make your way to the bedroom and slowly undress each other as you get ready for bed, with Charles lending you one of his football jerseys.

And while he sleeps ever so soundly, his chest gently rising and falling as he lets out slow breaths, you find yourself not being able to sleep at all.

As the sun begins to rise on an early summer's morning in Paris, you find a pen and paper in Charles' kitchen before leaving him a note on his pillow:

' I promise I'm not running away this time, I just think that we both deserve the chance for a clear head in the morning.

I'm so grateful that I got the chance to see you again.

Amour xxx '

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In the bgs and ggs you like, who are your biases? Like svt I know it’s Jeonghan lol (btw I miss him always hoping he’s ok) and maybe mingyu too…but that’s it I know you kind of like a few other groups but I don’t have enough info to guess your bias in each one

Like itzy I feel like ota Chaeryoung but I could be wrong idk

Oh you are opening a pandoras box with this question LMFAO you gotta understand that 1. ive been listening to kpop for a long time 2. i know a LOT and i mean a lot of groups. half of them are disbanded rn. so ill just tell you some that i feel like you would know lmfao but also. some of my absolute faves that need to be mentioned of course... in svt it is jeonghan i know how shocking LMFAO also mingyu is no2 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ am i that easy to figure out... anyway! lets do bg first ill try to not talk too much and ill try to go by some kind of order... what kind dont even ask: exo - kyungsoo (and baekhyun) nct - mark monsta x - minhyuk ateez - wooyoung and yeosang block b - taeil txt - soobin and beomgyu tbz - sunwoo enhypen - jake piwon - intak sf9 - hwiyoung and rowoon (-.-) skz - lino got7 - jinyoung and yugyeom infinite - myungsoo shinee - jjong and taemin riize - sungchan

girl groups: fx - krystal and sulli 9muses - kyungri, sungah, moon hyuna, sera aespa - ningning snsd - yuri, seohyun exid - hani gidle - miyeon, minnie wonder girls - yeeun itzy - chae (correct!!!) fromis - jisun, jiwon, seoyeon, saerom. yk what this one makes no sense brown eyed girls - gain kara - hara, gyuri sistar - bora fiestar - yezi twice - nayeon and sana bp - jennie and rosie aoa - choa dreamcatcher - jiu ive - wonyoung, rei miss a - fei girls day - hyeri wjsn - eunseo, seola, dayoung after school - nana, kahi