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whatifitis · 6 months ago

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♡ You Make Me Crazier - LN 4 ♡

Summary: this is based off this request! Lando spends most of the night playing Tarkov with Max and ends up keeping his gf awake for hours. so guess who's in a bad mood in the morning while the other is just vibing 😀

WC: 1781

CW: fluff, lando being loud (NOT IN THAT WAY PERVS), pillow tossing

Finally, the end of the season has come and the peace can begin. Lando and yourself had joined the team in celebration of Mclaren winning the constructors’. But Lando decided to leave the party quite early as he’d wanted to play some Tarkov with Max. You didn’t argue, you were pretty exhausted from such an eventful day, you were excited to hop into bed and get some much needed rest while Lando played some games.

The two of you had arrived back in your hotel room and Lando quickly pressed a kiss to your lips before letting you know he was going to play Tarkov immediately. You watched him race to the desk with his laptop. You didn’t mind him playing video games, you knew it did him some good. Tarkov was sort of a safe place for him to forget about the real world a bit and you were grateful that he had something like that. Although, you’re not sure how he finds that game peaceful as it is one of the most stressful games you know of. It’s not like Animal Crossing where you just talk to villagers and hunt and gather.

You got ready for bed, taking a nice shower to get rid of the smell from being out all day and partying. You think there was a bit of rose water still in your hair. Taking your time, you smile as you hear Lando’s laughter from the main room. It’s rare to hear it nowadays.

Once you’re ready for bed, you walk over to Lando and tap him on the shoulder, “Love, I’m going to sleep now. Don’t stay up late, we have to be at the track early tomorrow for testing. And don’t be too loud, I wanna sleep a decent amount and I don’t want another noise complaint from the hotel.” you tease.

“Alright, darling. I’ll try and keep it down and I won’t be long. Goodnight.” he says as he softly kisses you before returning to his gaming session.

You got settled into bed and closed your eyes, ready to drift into a peaceful sleep. But the universe decided you weren’t going to sleep yet as Lando could not, for the life of him, keep it down. One second he was laughing his head off and the next he was doing some sort of accent that was a mix of German and Bulgarian?

Slightly opening your eyes, you peer up at him and you silently scold him for being too noisy. You grab a small pillow off the bed and toss it in his direction, watching as it bounces off his back a bit. You can hear as he whispers “Guys, I think I fucked up.” before removing his headphones and turning to look at you, “I’m sorry, love. I’ll keep it down now, swear.”

With that statement, you flop back down and sink into the bed. Thinking you’ve successfully gotten him to quiet down, until you hear him nearly wheezing from something Max said. This went on for another few hours, each minute passing you got more annoyed. But you didn’t want to say anything because you knew that these moments were hard for Lando to get and you knew he needed this time a lot. He needed to spend time with his friends and enjoy himself. He deserved it.

So there you were, eyes dry as Oscar Piastri’s humor, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, waiting for Lando to log off for the night. You look at the clock and it was already 2 am. Your alarm was set for 7:30 am so that you could get ready and maybe eat before heading to the track. You cursed the universe and time difference, questioning what you did to deserve 5 hours of sleep.

Finally, you heard Lando tell Max that he was done for the night and that he was logging off.

Praise the lord.

Lando shut his laptop and quietly got up from his seat, turning to see you still awake and on your phone.

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“Are you for real?” you blankly stare at him.

“What?”

“You were still loud, Lan. I couldn’t sleep.”

“Why didn’t you tell me to shut up? More than once? You know I’m not a very good listener.” he jokes.

“I know. But you love being able to play Tarkov and stuff with Max and them. I didn’t want to stop you from doing that.”

“Oh, baby. Next time smack me over the head. I don’t like that I kept you up for so long.” he says, walking to sit by you on the bed.

“It’s okay, Lan. Seriously. I can still get about 5 hours of sleep.”

“That’s absolute rubbish. Why don’t you sleep in? You can meet me on the track later or you can spend the day relaxing.”

“Nah. I wanna go with you and see the car. I also wanna mock Zak cause I know he’s gonna be hungover as fuck.” you laugh.

“Fine. But I’ll make sure you get some Celsius tomorrow, even though they don’t sponsor Mclaren! Monster does. Just make sure to cover the can if there’s cameras.”

“Thanks. Now shut up so I can sleep.” you say, rolling to sleep on your side.

“Alright, we’ll sleep now. Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight, gorgeous.”

-=+=-

It was indeed not a goodnight. You woke up to your alarm blaring loudly in your ear. Your eyes felt as if they were glued shut, you couldn’t open them to turn off your alarm. After a few attempts of trying to find your phone with your eyes closed, you reached over to Lando and shoved him, “Lando, turn it off. If it keeps ringing, I’m gonna kick both you and the phone into a wall!”

“Damn, someone’s already in a bad mood.” Lando mutters as he reaches across your body to grab your phone and mute it.

Finally, some peace and quiet. That was, until Lando’s own alarm started going off. You were already off your rocker and his alarm sent you off the edge. He was still hovering over you and setting your phone back down so you end up “accidentally” tossing him off the bed with your eyes shut. All you heard was the thud that came from his body hitting the floor.

Lando was so thrown off. He quickly stood up with his hands on his hips as he stared down at you. “Okay, I was gonna let you off for slapping me awake and making me turn off your alarm. But that was rude! You just tossed me off the bed. Not cool, babe.”

“Your fault for keeping me up for so long. Now I’ve had about 5 hours of sleep and you’re already on my nerves.”

“Since I’m so generous, I’ll let you sleep 10 more minutes. If you don’t wake up, I’ll be rolling you off the bed.” With that, he softly kisses your head and goes and gets ready for the day.

Lando had taken a shower and gotten dressed, so it was time to awaken the beast, aka you.

He quietly walked over to your sleeping figure and sat next to you. Gently, he places a hand on your back and slowly rubs it, letting you know it had been 15 minutes and that it was time for you to wake up. He was met with an annoyed groan and a swatting away of his hand.

“Okay, wake up. If you don’t get up now, I’ll make sure all the Celsius and coffee are hidden from you today.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” you side eye him.

“Oh I would.” He smiles cheekily.

“Piss off.” you, hitting him with a pillow, causing him to dramatically flop onto the floor.

“Damn, you make me fall all the time. I’m so unbelievably in love with you.” he says, trying to flash you a cheeky smile but you were not having it. You got out of bed and locked yourself in the backroom so you could get ready for the day.

After about 4 minutes, there was a knock on the bathroom door. Through muffled sounds, you could hear your boyfriend begging to be let in, “Baby, can you let me in please. I feel so lonely and bored. I want to hug you, please. Let me in, please. Let me innn, let me innnnnnn.”

As much as he was pissing you off, you loved him too much to leave him out there alone. Plus, you were sure he was going to break something, a bone, if he’s left unsupervised for too long. Opening the door, you watched as Lando slid down the door and onto the floor. He was leaning on the door with all his weight so he didn’t land gracefully.

“Oh would you look at that? I’ve fallen for you, again!” he laughs, still you’re not having it.

You go back to doing your makeup in the mirror. You’re focused on your eyeliner when you feel something, Lando, grab your ankles. He pulls himself closer and wraps himself around your legs.

“Koala mode. Oscah mode. Mark Webbah mode.”

“Off.” you try to shake him off.

“Not until you love me again.”

“I still love you, somehow. Get off.” you try and shake him off again.

“Please. Please. PLEEEAAASSSEE” he squeals.

“Lan! Up.”

Almost as if he were a soldier being commanded, he jumped up to his feet.

“I’m sorry, babe. Really, I am. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” he says, hugging you from behind and planting soft kisses on your shoulder and neck, “I shouldn’t have stayed up for so long and yelled so much. I’ll be better, I promise. Please, forgive me.” he’s gone all soft now, truly afraid he’s messed up.

You turn in his arms to face him, “Lan, listen to me, yeah? As much as your late night gaming can annoy me, I wouldn’t change it for the world. There’s a sense of peace I feel whenever I get to hear you talk and laugh. People would claw for pieces to get that type of peace. So don’t worry. I still love you and will continue loving you. Even if it means less sleep. You still owe me a Celsius though.” you smile at him.

His heart feels like it’s surrounded by butterflies. He loved hearing how much you love him and he’s relieved that you aren’t too mad at him.

He softly connects your lips with his. He only feels happy and safe when he’s with you. So he thanks god everyday for you. He also thanks god for the fact that you can be bribed with Celsius.

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dmitriene · 3 months ago

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reader enjoying könig's perverted tendencies and just overall degeneracy. encouraging it even 😞😞 sighs

cw: established freak relationship, jerking on underwear, watching on cameras, exhibitionism, spitting and overall gross things.

könig makes it all so maddeningly easy, to succumb to the way he views and acts in the framework of your relationship, all this casual filth, emotional pressure, an act of a petulant, needy child that goes all angry and teary eyed when he won't get what he wants, and it'll be you, because he needs you, every single second of his breathing, and you never told him no, because you can't, because his behavior makes something in your tummy churn, tight and searing hot.

a man of many, twisted desires, and how he cannot grow crazier, swallow down greedy gulps of drool that fills his mouth up to the brim, when you welcome his behavior, encourage this marrow rotting degeneracy of his, let him jerk off to the pair of your panties which he stole out of your closet without a shame to his face or eyes, the first time you invited him to your apartment, if you've already kissed, why can't he coat the thing you wear closest to your pussy with the mark of his utter devotion to you?

sometimes he does something completely strange, disgusting, like returning from a long time away deployed, with a bag full of boxed cameras which he later hangs in the corners of the apartment, this is your place, your sanctuary, and yet, könig tears in your personal space with a doggish grin and his blown baby blue eyes full of depraved, unhealthy possession, rasping that he wants to be able to see you even while away, and how can you say no to him, when he just misses you, needs a clear image of you whenever he wants, something to cum to.

you let könig do anything his rotten brain would come up with, submitting to every whim, like spit globs of saliva over your wide stretched cunt, tender lips and folds fluttering, dancing around the fat tip of his engorged cock, spread with a rough sting at the way he bottoms in almost forcefully, all rough, ramming his bruisingly strong hips forward, skin slapping on skin to burn into your body, fluids mixing in a gross, tacky mess, over your spasming cunt, your bouncing breasts, your parted mouth, clogged with precome soiled, calloused fingers.

grope you in any public place, while onlookers look on in disgust or judgement, but his curving, lapping tongue is already down your throat, licking over each crevice of your gums and teeth, stealing your breath, biting into the tender flesh of your swelling lips, swallowing your muted moans, choking, wet keens, until he could force his tense thigh between your own, quivering one's, rub up against your mound, watching how your body goes pliant, drawing out a pleased rumble from deep within his chest.

könig's fixation on you verges on obsession, but it's feels flattering, the way he whines and paws at you whenever you're running a little behind schedule at coming back home, gushes about how much he adores your looks and sweet, willing nature, while already nuzzling in between your spreading legs, calls you all sorts of german endearments, silly, sometimes too childlike nicknames, but as long as he's happy, you are too, and he's always are, as long as he can fuck your pussy or shove you down his eager, rugged face.

perhaps you would have been better off if you had just ran away from him the moment you laid eyes on him, not started dating, not allowed him to kiss you, because a guy behaving like a badly behaved dog isn't exactly the ideal partner, but nevertheless, there is something about him that you find appealing, not only his enormous cock and massive frame.

main masterlist. quidelines.

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traveler-at-heart · 4 months ago

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Run, baby, run

Summary: Natasha is very competitive, and that includes your daughter.

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Based on some real life events lol

Natasha was a lot of different things for many people. Depending on who you ask -friends, foes, family- she could be stubborn, deadly, relentless. To you she was kind, loving and supportive, in a way that no one else knew.

You would all agree on one thing, though.

Natasha was too competitive.

Being married for three years, you’d grown used to it. As a matter of fact, it could be entertaining especially if she was playing pool or darts against the boys.

But this morning, when she shows you the flyer, you actually have to look twice, sure that Natasha lost her mind.

“Baby crawl race?”

“Yeah, only for babies under one year. You know, they set a track and time them…”

“I mean, I figured. I just… why would we want Anya to do that?”

Your daughter perks up when she hears her name being called and you both smile.

Anya is ten months old, but she’s way advanced for her age. It must be Natasha’s genes, because you’re sure that before she turns one, she will be walking or even running after her other mother.

“It sounds fun”

“And winning has nothing to do with it?” you press, reading about the prizes. “Everything listed here are things we already have. A stroller, a crib… ooh, a formula machine, fancy”

“We can still register if we leave now” Natasha picks up Anya from her playpen, and the sight of their matching red hair melts your heart as usual.

“Fine. We better get going”

—

To your surprise, there are over a dozen babies registered to compete. Natasha takes care of everything as you walk around the store where they’re hosting the event.

She comes back with a smile and a little paper with the number 17 on it.

“Your lucky number” she smiles at you, taking Anya in her arms.

You both watch as other kinds play and stumble around the mat. Most of them seem younger than your daughter, and only a few look close to being one year.

“That one’s gonna be easy to beat” Natasha muses, looking at a small kid that can barely sit.

“Natalia” you slap her arm. “He’s a baby”

“No. They are all competition. And we have no mercy, right, detka?” Natasha insists, bouncing your daughter in her arms.

“Alright, I’m changing her diaper before everything gets crazier” you decide, noticing how there’s a crowd forming around the place where the kids will crawl.

You make small talk with some of the clerks, who seem excited at the prospect of a silly race that will entertain them in the middle of their shift.

By the time you return, Natasha’s quiet, looking at the parents and their children.

“Everything ok?”

“Perfect” she nods, taking Anya in her arms. “Now, kiddo, listen to me, we are Romanoffs. We are fighters and more importantly, winners. So go and make us proud”

Anya responds by giggling and pulling a strand of her mother’s hair. Natasha smiles, saying something in Russian and kissing Anya’s cheek.

The mat is split in half so only two kids can compete at the same time, a screen with a timer behind them.

As expected, some of the kids get distracted by their race mate or crawl around instead of going in a straight line.

“What did I tell you? We’re gonna crush the opponents” Natasha whispers and you slap her arm.

She’s taking this way too seriously.

As you stand next to some parents, Natasha sniffs around, speaking into Anya’s back.

“Baby, did you go potty?”

“I don’t think so” you know Anya frowns and makes a little grunt when she does number two and she’s been pretty quiet this whole time.

“Oh, never mind” she turns to the parents standing next to you. “Not ours, detka”

The parents hurry to the bathroom. There’s a nagging feeling at the back of your mind when you notice how quiet Natasha is. It increases when the parents miss the race because they were stuck chaning a diaper.

Your wife tries to hide her smile, but there’s no way she planned this. Just a coincidence.

Right?

“Babies 10 and 11” the organizer calls. You noticed the girl is older than the other kids, standing out because she can close the distance faster.

“Best time has been 55 seconds. This should be interesting” Natasha comments.

Sure enough, the kid is about to finish when a bright blue ball crosses her path, getting her distracted and making her return to the start line.

The parents try to guide her back but it doesn’t work at all.

“Oh, well”

“Try not to look so happy about it” you whisper, but Natasha just chuckles and places a kiss in your temple.

After a few more minutes, it’s Anya’s turn. You carry her to the start line and Natasha kneels at the end of the mat, keeping her eyes focused on your daughter.

“Three, two, one. Go!”

All Natasha has to do is place her open palm on the mat. Anya’s seen her do it so many times and knows it means one thing: as soon as she touches her mama’s hand, she’ll throw her in the air the way she loves to.

It takes Anya 15 seconds to get to Natasha. Your wife rewards her with her favorite thing, and if it were anyone less graceful and quick, you’d be unnerved by the sight of your daughter kicking her feet while being lifted off the ground.

“Nicely done, pumpkin” you join them, smiling as Anya jumps to your arms.

“A worthy adversary, at last” a man comments as he takes his son to the race. “Let’s see if we can do it better than you”

“Doubt it” Natasha glares but you elbow her, smiling at the man.

“She meant to say, good luck. You’ll do great, sweetheart” you smile at his son, who waves back at you with wide eyes. He’s incredibly cute.

“Fraternizing with the enemy” Natasha tsks.

“He’s a baby, Nat”

“I didn’t like the way the father was looking at you either” Natasha grumbles, leaning forward to kiss you.

Definitely not complaining about her competitive streak now.

As your declared enemy gets ready to race, the father frantically looks around for something lost on their backpack.

“Did you bring it?” his wife insists.

“Yes! The purple elephant! We were playing with it a second ago!”

Apparently, that was their only resource, because the timer starts and their kid is focusing on everything but them.

They manage to finish after two minutes.

“Better luck next time” Natasha comments as they leave, her hand going around your waist.

She’s being so ridiculous but somehow you love it.

The winners are announced, and you cheer when the first place goes to none other than Anya Romanoff.

“Yes, baby. We are the champions” Natasha sings, bouncing her around. Anya has no idea what’s happening, but she’s enjoying the moment.

“Very nice” you comment when the organizers hand you the prize. “Good work, Anya. Keep it up and maybe we won’t have to pay for college”

“Of course she’ll get a scholarship. Or become a professional athlete. Or become president” Natasha says, walking back to the car.

“Oh, those are a lot of things. Maybe she’ll want to focus on just one”

“Nah, she’s got it. She’ll do it all” Natasha kisses Anya’s head and you can’t help but melt.

“Best thing you ever won?” you ask Natasha as you drive back home.

“No, that would be you” she says. “Of course, I mean the bet I made with Tony that I’d get you to date me over him”

“Ugh, you’re so ridiculous” you roll your eyes.

—

The excitement of the race exhausts your daughter, and she’s fast asleep by the time you get home.

You know this won’t last long, so you prepare her clothes to run a bath once she’s up.

As you’re going through her bag, you pull out a toy that’s definitely not Anya’s.

A purple elephant.

“Natalia Alianovna Romanova!” you shout, looking for her.

“Oh-oh” Natasha mutters and clears her throat. “Yes, dear?”

“You took that baby’s toy!”

“I did not! Ok, I did. But look, I timed him when they were practising and Anya’s time was still better. I just really didn’t like the way he was staring at your boobs”

“Mhm, right. Winning was just a plus”

“See? You get me”

“That ball that distracted the other kid was not a mistake either, huh?”

“I don’t know what you mean, darling”

“And the parents that missed the race for changing the diaper?”

“Now, that was just a happy coincidence. The rest, yeah. Totally me”

“Evil! Stealing a toy from a toddler” you wave the purple elephant in her face. Natasha takes it and throws it over her shoulder, wrapping your legs around her waist in a swift motion. “What are you doing?”

“I got you that fancy formula machine, didn’t I? Where’s my prize?”

You laugh against her lips, but it soon turns into a moan, as you feel Natasha’s hands slide down your back to cup your ass.

“Anya's gonna wake up in thirty minutes or less. Can you handle that?”

“I do enjoy a good challenge” Natasha says against your lips, showing you how much she loves to win.

And honestly? After a mind blowing orgasm, you love it too.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x you

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mywritersmind · 10 months ago

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RULE NO.1 - LN

summary : fewtrell!sister. The one rule Max keeps strict with Lando is to stay away from his sister! Lando has always teased the girl but as she returns from college to crash at Max’s, it’s not so much of a joke anymore.

warning : kissing kissing kissing!

word count : 1740

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My brother has always had one rule with Lando, that is, ‘No, Under so circumstances, can you ever do ANYTHING with my sister.’ After I had my first kiss with said F1 driver, Max vetoed anything between us.

Of course there was nothing there, we were twelve and I had a tiny crush on him. But Lando is nothing if not mischievous.

He flirts. That’s the way he gets around the silly rule. His touches linger, his words tease me, and his eyes say anything he forgot.

Max absolutely hates it, especially with Landos track record with girls, it’s become a way to protect me and his own friendship.

I don’t exactly hate it. It’s a hot guy flirting with me, why would I hate it? Still, maybe my teeny tiny crush never fully left my mind. And with his meaningless words comes my own meaningful feelings.

“You look good.” I can see Lando in the reflection of the TV. He sips his tea, and leans against the counter.

He's in running shorts and a Quadrant shirt.

“Thank you.” I haven’t seen Lando in more than a year. I’ve been in my last year at Uni and his career has been crazier than ever. I would be fine around him… except that the last time I saw him it was new years. And he kissed me.

He kissed me and it’s lived rent free in my head for over a year. Max doesn’t know, of course he doesn’t because Lando is still in one piece.

Our whole childhood I was just the little sister who sometimes would beat them at mario kart. I’m two years younger, nothing crazy, yet Max seems to think it’s illegal for Lando to see me in shorts.

“Where’s my brother?” I ask, turning the page of my book without reading any words.

“Running.” He shrugs, “He’s slow.” I hear Landos footsteps come closer, then his bent over body leans against the back of the couch, making our heads next to each other.

He's turned toward me, I refuse to take my eyes off this book. “Why? You don’t trust us alone?”

Fuck Max and his slow ass.

I turn to face him, not letting myself feed his ego, “I don’t trust Max’s judgment of us alone.”

Landos slow smirk that tormented me throughout my childhood drifts back onto his face, “He’s right though.”

I sigh and close my book, getting up and walking to the kitchen, “He’s not here, Norris. You don’t have to play like that.”

“Play like what?” He turns to face me, wanting me to say it. “Oh i’m sorry, Your boyfriend wouldn’t approve?”

I hate the way he knows me because he clocks the way my lips pull into a thin line immediately, “You broke up?”

“It was mutual.” I say quickly.

“You dumped him.” He laughs out loud, walking closer to me, “God, Y/N please tell me he cried.” he did cry, actually.

I pivot and grab an apple for myself. I bite into it and Lando takes the time to assess me. I suddenly feel naked in sweats and a tank top.

“You’re one to talk. You cried after Kelly Allen kissed another boy on the playground.”

“That was in primary school!”

I laugh as he gets defensive, “I’m going to bed.”

“Wait! Come on, humor me a bit more.” He steps closer and I step backwards.

“Goodnight, Lando.” I turn around.

“Goodnight, Gorgeous.” His words make me spin on my heels.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” He fakes innocence.

“Stop being a flirt! You’re never serious around me and it’s getting annoying.” Something in his face changes then.

“Why would you think I’m not being serious?”

The door opens right as he says it, my brother stomping in as I back away from Lando, “I- Hate- You!” he pants as Landos whole demeanor changes to casually laughing at his friend. “Oh- Y/N!” Max catches his breath, “Lando is staying here tonight so… the couch is officially closed.”

I roll my eyes and lock myself into Max’s guest bedroom. This is going to be a long night.

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I can’t sleep.

I can’t stop thinking about Lando sleeping right outside my door.

I need water, I decide.

I slip on my Brandy Melville shorts and adjust my thin tank top, walking out into the dark kitchen.

When I open the fridge I basically get blinded. Why the fuck is this light so bright!? I’m not the only one it bothers because the body on the couch stirs, “Hmm?” Lando groans and sits up, looking at me with sleepy confusion.

I grab the water pitcher and shut the door quickly, though by this time my eyes have adjusted to the dark and can properly see Lando.

Lando who’s in gray sweats.

Lando who’s in gray sweats, only.

“Sorry.” I whisper, turning to face the cabinet and trying to grab a glass.

I didn’t even notice he got off of the couch until I felt him behind me, reaching up to grab the cup that I couldn't reach.

“Thanks.” I duck under his arm. He's not even that much taller than me!

“Thirsty?” He says in a raspy voice. I pour my water with a slightly shaky hand.

“That would explain the water.” I say in a sassy tone. He chuckles a bit and leans against the counter top, his hands holding onto the marble.

I turn to face him, sipping my water. He checks me out then. With no shame at all! His hot gaze sweeps across my body for the second time today.

“Amused?” I ask innocently as his eyes meet mine.

“With you? Always.” He says without missing a beat, “I wasn’t joking, you know.”

I don’t know what he’s talking about.

“You said I'm never serious around you. But I've never lied to you.” my heart rate raises. I'm grateful we’re in the dark so he can’t see my pink cheeks.

“Lando. You shouldn’t say that.” I try to keep my eyes above his bare torso, I'm not doing too well.

“Why? Cause of Max? Fuck Max.” He’s closer to me now, he places his hands on both sides of my waist, bracing himself against the counter, “I think about that kiss every day.”

“We were twelve, I think it’s time to get over it.” I shrug, teasing him. He puts his head down, shaking it.

“I hate you.” Our eyes lock again.

I can hear his breathing, “No you don’t.”

His eyes glance to my lips, “No I don’t.” I watch him hesitate, once. Only once. His lips are on mine in an instant after that.

He feels so familiar yet so changed. This isn’t like how he kissed me on new years, this is new, this is right.

I grip onto anything I can, wanting him closer. His hands move to my hips, slipping his finger under the waist of my shorts.

“Lan-” I try to say but he cuts me off by kissing me. “Lando.” I say again, his mouth moving to my neck so I can talk. “We’re gonna wake up-”

He stops kissing me and suddenly I'm lifted onto the countertop, the ice cold marble freezing my ass. “Love, you’re gonna have to not think about that. Alright?” The way he says it makes me want to squeeze my legs together.

I nod, unable to speak before kissing him again. He slips his tongue into my mouth and holds my waist tight. Landos touch makes me think I'm going to melt right onto the floor.

My head hits the cabinets behind me but I don’t care, I wrap my arms around his neck, having him in between my legs still.

His hand moves to my cheek, kissing me desperately. He pushes his hand back into my hair, shamelessly tugging at it. I whimper as my head nods backwards. I hear his quickened breathing against me, his lips dragging down my chin and neck.

“Fuck, do that again.” He presses wet kisses down my chest, gripping my boob under my shirt. Right on cue, I whimper again as he runs his finger over my nipple. “Good girl.”

Landos hand finds itself in my hair once again, wrapping it around his knuckles. I want him so bad and I hate him for doing this here.

When he pulls on my hair once more, I knew he fucked up. The moan I let out is raw and too loud for us trying to stay quiet.

He slaps his hand over my mouth, his eyes darting up to my face. We go silent, waiting for some sign that Max is awake or heard us.

We wait.

Nothing comes.

I look at him and lick his hand, “Ugh!” He whisper yells.

I laugh quietly, “Your own doing.”

He shakes his head and lets it drop onto my shoulder as we fall into silent laughter. I poke his side, “You like me.”

He just rolls his eyes and pushes his hair back, still panting a bit, “You like me.”

“With the way you kiss, I better.” I smirk as he drags his hand down his face.

I watch him adjust his pants, earning me a raised brow and a smirk. I push his face away from me and hop off the counter, I attempt to fix my hair but I’m still being stared at by Lando.

“You really are gorgeous, ya know?” His words surprise me, making my already hot body even worse.

“I appreciate it.”

“Let me take you out.”

“We haven’t seen eachother in a year- what makes you think this year will be any different?” He bites his lip, holding onto my hips one last time.

“We can make it work.”

“But Ma-” I try to say.

Lando rolls his eyes. “He never wanted us to fuck around-”

“Like we just did…” I interrupt.

He keeps going, “But I like you.” I can’t help but smile, “And I don’t care if he doesn’t like that.”

“Look at you… sticking up to my brother.”

He smiles, running his tongue over his teeth before kissing me, “Goodnight for real, Gorgeous.”

He lets go of me as I turn around, “Goodnight, Lando.”

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chris-hallelujah · 2 months ago

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My Own Girlfriend? | c.s.

Summary: Chris' girlfriend gets in on the surprise with Nick and Matt in Chicago.

Warnings: foul language

Word Count: 866 words

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The air was tense in the Chicago venue as everyone counted down to the surprise reveal. You sat next to Mary Lou and Jimmy with a smirk on your face. You knew tonight’s surprise and while part of you was nervous, you were excited to see everyone’s reaction.

“5…4…3…2…1” the crowd chanted which turned to screams as Nick and Matt’s faces appeared on the screen. They walked into frame and adjusted their ties in sync.

But then, something no one had seen yet. The screen cut looking like it was glitching before your face appeared in a black dress staring at the camera the same way the boys did in their suits. The crowd went crazy. Chris’ head snapped over to where you were sitting in confusion. “Yo what? You’re in on this?” He asked completely confused. His head turned back to his brothers, “You roped my own girlfriend in on your schemes?”

“You say that like we forced her. I will tell you I think she enjoyed this more than anyone,” Matt explained laughing and Nick nodded. You sat with your hand over your mouth to hide your smirk.

“Chris, are you ready for your hint?” Nick asked.

Chris nodded excited to see what you all had come up with. Matt opened the box and pulled out a tombstone with a picture of Chris on it. “I took this picture of him today,” Nick explained laughing as Chris looked at the tombstone shocked and confused, “because today… is your death!” Nick said dramatically earning a roar from the crowd. “Anyways! With that being said, what do you think we all did without you?”

Chris held the tombstone in his hand, “oh my god. This is like the eeriest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I actually refuse to take a guess at what this could be.”

“Awesome! Who wants to take a guess?” Nick asked the crowd. A girl guessed that they visited a cemetery, which you thought was a pretty good guess.

Nick and Matt returned to their seats on the couch and the video began to play of them shit talking Chris. Chris sat shocked and laughing. “Basically, Chris has done his fair share of shitting on us and going to the studio with his friends making diss tracks. But Nick hasn’t really at all.” Video Matt explained.

“We also thought of how we could really make this stick, so we decided to bring in Chris’ girlfriend.” Video Nick said as you appeared in frame waving at the camera.

“Enjoy Chris!” Video You said blowing a kiss to the camera.

The video went on of them in the studio recording and rehearsing their lines. Right before they showed the music video, the screen cut to some text that read, ‘the next few minutes are Nick and Matt joking around and Y/N being dead serious.’

Video Matt rapped as him and Nick danced. Then came Nick’s verse, “Pepsi said no, you should probably climb Mountain Dew. After all these bars, I can't believe you still don't have a clue. Kick it back to the hooks, somebody's gotta tell you.”

The camera cut to you dancing with Matt and Nick. “Chris, you won the Versus Tour and that is pretty cool, but they ask me what team I’m on and I say #TeamBlue,” you rapped throwing an arms over Matt’s shoulder and leaning into the camera.

Chris collapsed against the couch in defeat laughing, “My own girlfriend?!”

The crowd was in hysterics and awe as the video ended with the three of you chanting the chorus and dancing.

Matt went over and helped you onto the stage causing the crowd to go even crazier. You gave them a wave before running to Chris who was in shambles on the couch. “You all really did that huh?” He laughed into the mic throwing an arm around you as you sat on the couch next to him. A crew member ran out handing you your own mic.

"Hi everyone!" You spoke excitedly into the mic waving out to the crowd. Everyone cheered in response.

"How long have you all been hiding this? How did you all get together without me realizing?" Chris asked still in shock. His arm across the back of the couch behind you.

"Well, Nick and I started planning this and writing our verses back in November. We roped her in a few weeks later, like the day before we went to the studio. But we all did it while you were filming one of your other surprises," Matt explained.

You lifted the mic up to your mouth, "So I have gone with you, Chris, to the studio a few times when you're fucking around with your friends but this was so much fun! We recorded the song and filmed the video all in the same day."

Nick spoke up, "We haven't even told you the best part yet!" He was so excited he was wiggling in his chair. "Our song will be out on all streaming platforms tonight at MIDNIGHT!" He yelled causing everyone to scream excitedly.

Chris laughed putting his face in his hands, "This is never going away is it?"

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paradise || sam golbach

SMUT. minors dni fr. 18+ this one is ummm. i’d say it’s for the humiliation & harder kink leaning girls only !! i have so many fics in the work i promise imma feed all of the different fandoms that follow me🙏🏼 enjoy mwah !

How did one woman change Sam’s life so drastically?

How did you change his life so drastically?

Sam couldn’t escape you. He thought of you every day, the image of you burned into his mind. You were like a parasite, one that had buried itself into the depths of his brain.

It didn’t matter what he did or where he went. He tried everything to forget you. Or at the very least to think of you less. Sam felt like he was slipping, losing control of his own thoughts. He traveled wherever, trying to distract himself.

It didn’t matter where he went, he felt like he wasn’t in control of his own desires.

Logically, Sam knew anything he felt for you was wrong. Any filthy fantasy, craving, or romantic thought, was a sin. After all, you were Colby’s little sister.

Colby was only a couple of years older than you, the age gap one that originally steered Sam away from you. Growing up with Colby, you were always around. You did your own thing, preoccupied in building a simple life for yourself. You opted to be out of the spotlight, politely declining any invitation to be apart of their content.

But then, you disappeared for a few years. Sam hadn’t seen you since high school. You went away to an out of state University, while Sam and Colby both moved across the country to pursue being content creators. If Sam was being honest with himself, despite his current obsession, he had forgotten about you for a while.

After all, he was in the major league now. He had girlfriends come and go, hookups, anything and everything he could ever need. Sam firmly believed, at the time at least, he was in paradise. He was on a high, one that he thought he couldn’t be knocked down from. So when one of Colby’s cousins was getting married, he didn’t think twice about the invitation, nor being his plus one.They did everything together, both boys pretty much members of each other’s families. Everything should’ve went the way Sam expected it to, but it didn’t.

Those predicted thoughts and plans were all shattered the moment he saw you. You were borderline unrecognizable. Sam couldn’t figure it out, staring at you as you walked down the aisle as one of the bridesmaids. Your face had matured, a decent amount of your soft skin revealed in the dress you were wearing. Your back was almost completely exposed, the sight making Sam shift awkwardly in his chair like a thirteen year old boy.

He could feel the blood rushing to his cock, his face turning the faintest shade of pink. Was he really getting hard? Over seeing some skin? Sam mentally rolled his eyes at himself. He had seen much crazier things. Yet, the simplicity of your back was enough to send him in a frenzy. As you gazed over at the audience, your eyes met his, a small smile creeping up your lips. Sam delivered a discreet wave, your smile growing bigger at the sight. Your eyes then flickered back to the bride, your attention returning to the wedding.

Somehow, someway, for some reason, that made Sam jealous. Sam was not a jealous person. Or he didn’t consider himself to be. The after party was more Sam’s speed, the loud music and alcohol provided something he was used to. Sam didn’t drink often, deciding to stay sober for the most part. (After one too many drunken hookups, he learned his lesson.) He monitored Colby the best he could, the brunette talking up a girl Sam didn’t recognize.

Awkwardly Sam sat at one of the round tables, his phone dead and eyes glazed over from boredom.

“Sam?”

Your voice was like heroin.

Sam’s head perked up, his eyes flickering to yours. You sat down beside him, skipping the small talk and immediately trying to catch up. As you told him about your University adventures Sam couldn’t help but stare at you. Your elegant makeup complimented you perfectly, your pink lips moving a mile a minute. He hung onto every word, every time you laughed at one of his jokes.

The party was beginning to die down, older family members going their separate ways. You nervously bit your bottom lip, asking Sam a question he could’ve only dreamed of:

“Hey, do you wanna get out of here?”

Sam felt euphoric when you pulled him into the back seat of your car. When you placed your lips against his, when your small hands began to fiddle with his belt.

He remembered the sweet sound of your moans. The way you whimpered for him, begging for him to not stop. How tight your cunt squeezed him, the way your lips pressed against his with such passion. As if you had been yearning for him all of those years you were away. The way you looked into his eyes as you came around his cock was all Sam could ever think about.

Attempting to return to his normal life was pure agony. Having to look Colby in the eye the next day was a nightmare, his little sister’s mouth wrapped around his cock the night before. Attempting to continue making content was even harder, Sam’s mind wrapped around the memory of you. He tried to ignore it, but his fans knew something was up. The comments of concern grew overwhelming, the blonde deciding to take a break from social media all together.

Colby recommended that he try to take a well deserved vacation to try to get himself together. Colby didn’t think much of his behavior, figuring he was just in a slump. Sometimes making too much content was draining. He figured he just needed a long break.

Sam tried. Genuinely, he tried to move on. He visited Florida, the waves of the beach not enough to drown out the memory of your moans. He tried New York next, the tourist actions not indulging enough to get him to forget you. Every time he attempted to focus his mind would begin remembering, the sight of you falling apart on his fingers.

It was never enough.

He sat in his hotel room, contemplating booking another flight. Maybe to Mexico. Maybe that would fix it. He flipped apps to instagram, a picture of you showing up on his timeline. Of course. What were the odds? You were posing with a friend, standing in front of a picture of your University.

He bit his bottom lip, knowing his desire to come see you was absurd. It was reckless, completely and utterly insane. If you didn’t react well, his friendship with Colby could be entirely ruined. But what if you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you?

Fuck it.

Sam stood at the door of your dorm, becoming increasingly nervous. He could feel his heart beginning to pound, his mouth running dry. Admittedly he felt guilty about finding your personal information like this. Then having the audacity to show up at your front door unannounced. He almost thought about walking away, but then he heard your laugh. The mesmerizing sound of your sweet laughter.

Sam cleared his throat, before knocking on your door. It was quiet for a moment, the sound of locks being unlocked filling his ears. Timidly you pulled the door open, surprised to see anyone at your doorstep. Your eyes widened at the sight of Sam, shocked he was standing in front of you.

“Sam?”

Sam could feel his heart pounding louder, adrenaline running through his veins. He brushed past you, entering the apartment. You awkwardly closed the door, more confused than anything. “I know this is inappropriate but I can’t stop thinking about you,” Sam confessed. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth. “I don’t know why, but ever since that night at the wedding I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. It’s been driving me crazy,” He continued, rambling on.

You tilted your head to the side as you watched him pace back and forth like a madman. “I have tried everything in my power to move on. But I can’t. Your pussy is like fucking heroin, okay? And I can’t stop thinking about you and that night,” Sam babbled. His tongue was moving a mile a minute, showing no signs of slowing down.

“Do you know how many times i’ve jerked off to the thought of you? Just the mere thought? You’re so addicting that I-”

An awkward cough came from behind him, your roommate gawking at the blonde in front of her. She looked back and forth from you to him, as if she was trying to process what was happening. “This is Sam?” She asked, dumbfounded. Sam felt his face turn red as his eyes flickered back and forth from you to her. Your face was nearly as dark as his.

“Uh huh.”

“The Sam that fucked you at the wedding?”

“Uh huh.”

“The same guy who made you cum like five times-”

“Emma!”

Emma raised her hands in defeat, sliding off of her chair. “I’m going to let you guys uh, figure this out,” She said. You watched as she walked over to the stairs, nodding profusely and giving you two thumbs up. You refrained from face palming, turning your attention back to Sam.

Sam was tongue tied, to say the very least. He was filled with embarrassment, his red face telling you everything you needed to know. You approached Sam slowly, placing both hands on his shoulders. “Did you mean that?” You asked softly. Sam worked up the courage to meet your eyes, looking down at you. Your hands on his shoulders was enough to make butterflies fly around in his stomach.

“Mean what?”

“Everything you just said.”

Sam was dumbfounded by your question. Had he not been clear enough?

“If you asked me to get on my knees and beg you to fuck me id do it without a second thought.”

You bit your bottom lip, eyeing Sam’s body.

“And Colby?”

He raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side.

“What about him?”

You sighed, taking a step closer to him.

“Does he have any idea about this? About us?”

The blonde took a moment to rack his brain, searching for any clues he might’ve accidentally left. Obviously he hadn’t said a word to Colby, refraining from bringing you up at all. If he happened to bring you up, Sam would change the topic immediately. “No he doesn’t,” He answered honestly. You pressed your body against his, the room seemingly growing to a hundred degrees. “He’s going to find out eventually you know, are you going to be able to handle that?” You asked.

Handle being skinned alive by Colby? Piece of cake. An absolute walk in the park. Sam would do it in a heartbeat, all for you. “Yeah,” Sam agreed. His eyes darted down to your lips, the urge to kiss you overwhelming him.

“I think you should stay for a while.”

Sam couldn’t help himself, the blonde leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. They were as soft and plump as he remembered, your arms wrapping around his neck. As delicate as the kiss was, Sam remembered a very important part of why he was addicted to you. You liked it fucking rough.

Sam’s hands slithered down to your waist, pulling you closer to him as if you were going to disappear. “Jump for me,” He whispered, his lips refusing to stray from yours. You did as he asked, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your back roughly hit your living room wall, knocking over a couple of photo frames off of a shelf. You gasped as you heard them clatter to the floor, Sam’s lips trailing down your face to the side of your neck.

“Sam be careful, I do have a roommate you know,” You whimpered, his lips preoccupied with littering your neck with hickies. His hips grinded against yours, your core beginning to throb with desire. “She’ll be fine, you can tell her about the five more orgasms I give you,” Sam purred, licking the side of your neck. His lips trailed up to your ear, nibbling at it gently. You groaned his name, tugging at his blonde hair.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” Sam confessed, his hips bucking against yours. You giggled, meeting his gaze. “You better fuck me like you mean it then,” You replied. Sam smirked at your response. He carried you over to the couch, tugging at the hem of your shirt. He needed to see you, to feel you. You both stripped each other, desperate to see the other one exposed. Sam tried to ignore his raging boner as he admired you.

“Fuck, you’re ethereal,” Sam praised. He lowered himself down to your stomach, teasingly pressing kisses down to your cunt. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders. Purposefully he fanned his hot breath over your folds, your cunt dripping in arousal. “So wet, this all for me?” Sam asked. You attempted to push him into your cunt, his head not moving.

“Sammy, no teasing, please,” You whined. Sam wasn’t one to deny you of that, lowering himself into your cunt. His tongue lapped at your slick like a starved man, rotating licking to sucking at your clit. Roughly he brought two fingers to your entrance, relishing in the feeling of your walls struggling to take his fingers. Your juices coated his chin, his eyes meeting yours. “How are you going to take my cock if you’re struggling to take my fingers?” Sam asked teasingly. You moaned in response, his fingers curling and hitting your g spot.

You threw your head back, squeezing your thighs around Sam’s head. A sharp slap landed on your inner thigh, a gasp escaping your lips. “Look at me, fucking look at me as you become a stupid slut for me,” Sam ordered. You had no room to argue, your body a slave to the pleasure. Sam matched your energy, providing you with the rough dominant rough sex you craved. You forced yourself to maintain eye contact with him, your sinful moans bouncing off of the living room walls.

“Thats right, moan just like that. Let Emma and all of your neighbors know who this cunt belongs to,” Sam growled. His fingers were merciless, a third finger sliding into you. Your hands flew down to his hair, tugging at the roots as a knot began forming into your stomach. Your eyes were threatening to flutter shut, every ounce of energy you had dedicated to maintaining eye contact.

“Awe are you close already?” Sam smirked, your orgasm growing closer and closer. He spread open your folds, admiring your cunt. “Fuck, i’m going to fuck you so stupid,” He grumbled, reattaching his mouth to your clit. His strong hands forced your legs open, your thighs trembling as you came. Sam’s lips were relentless, sucking and swirling around your clit as you came on his face. As you rode out your high you threw your head back, your heart racing.

Sam couldn’t hide his ego as he emerged from between your legs. “On your knees, slut. Now,” He barked. You scrambled to meet his command, your knees hitting the wooden floor. “Open your mouth for me,” He snarled. The moment you did so his cum soaked fingers were shoved in your mouth, all three of them. You did the best you could to suck them clean, the taste of your own juices coating your tongue. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, teasing him.

“Thats a good girl,” Sam purred in satisfaction. He removed his fingers from your mouth, eagerly replacing them with his cock. Your mouth was heaven, Sam watching in amazement as you began taking him further without a second thought. He hadn’t even needed to tell you to. “You’re so fucking perfect,” Sam muttered, grabbing your hair. He ensured to make it into a nice ponytail, before forcing his cock to hit the back of your throat.

The sound of you gagging was pure ecstasy. Sam admired as saliva dripped down the sides of your mouth. Down to your chin. Then pooling onto the wooden floor in front of your knees. The blonde couldn’t think straight as his hips moved on their own, lost in his own personal euphoria as he face fucked you. You did your best to maintain eye contact with him, tears flooding your waterline. “You’re such a whore, fuck,” Sam groaned.

He briefly yanked you off of his cock, watching you gasp for gulps of air. Saliva dripped down his cock, tears officially spilling from your waterline. Sam’s cock twitched at the sight, your mouth reattaching itself to him. Mesmerized, Sam watched as you sucked his cock, your tongue swirling and wrapping around his tip. Sam whimpered as his own high came quickly, the blonde yanking you off of him. Your name was a mantra as he came, jerking his cock in front of you.

You flattened your tongue across your bottom lip, his ropes of cum painting your face. You swallowed what seed landed on your tongue, the rest of his cum staining his face. Sam guided you over to the couch. You stood eagerly, awaiting his instructions. “Cmere, come ride my thigh,” He said plainly. You planted yourself on his thigh, a whimper escaping your lips as your clit brushed against his bare skin. You went to wipe off your face, the blonde grabbing your wrist.

“No. Ride my thigh with my cum on your face. Show me that’s how much of a whore you are,” Sam ordered. You grabbed onto Sam’s thigh for support, steadying yourself before slowly rolling your hips downwards. You couldn’t hide your whimpers, your clit overstimulated. Sam watched in awe, your hips slowly grinding against him. “Go faster,” Sam commanded. He didn’t want to be easy on you, he wanted to see you squirm.

Your thighs shook as you attempted to follow his command, your cheeks turning a shade of bright red as the humiliation set in. You weren’t going fast enough for Sam, his large hands grabbing your waist. His fingers dug into your skin harshly, guiding you to ride his thigh faster. “Sam- Feels so good, I- fuck,” You slurred. Your hips struggled to keep up with Sam’s movements, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt your second orgasm coming.

Sam could feel himself growing hard again at the sight of you, blood rushing to his shaft as you pathetically did everything in your power to cum. “Cum for me, now,” Sam ordered. Unholy mantras of Sam’s name slipped from your lips, your thighs trembling as you came on his thigh. You felt dazed, your body trembling as Sam’s strong hands held you in place.

He lovingly brought his hand to your cheek, ignoring the cum that was gathering on his thumb. “You think you can handle me?” He asked gently. You mumbled an agreement, lifting your head to meet his eyes. You grabbed his wrist, redirecting his thumb into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it, swallowing his cum. “Filthy filthy girl,” Sam muttered, guiding you into the next position.

You found yourself on the couch on all fours, ass in the air as Sam admired you. Your arch was divine, one he had seen before and had been yearning for all of this time. Teasingly he rubbed his tip up and down your slick, lubricating his cock for you. His eyes gleamed with pride as you squirmed at the slightest feeling of his tip brushing against your clit. One thing that Sam remembered, on top of everything else, was that you didn’t like to wait.

Aligning himself with your entrance, he quickly pushed himself inside. Sam would be fine with taking things slow, allowing your body to adjust to his cock. But you preferred to be slammed into, enjoying the pain that ever so slowly faded into pleasure. Sam let out a shaky groan as he bottomed out, euphoria clouding his senses.

Sam had traveled all over the world trying to forget about you, trying to seek paradise. One that would bring him to the state of blissful peace. But as his cock brushed against your g spot, the sweet sound of your whimpers flooding his ears, he came to a realization. Sam’s personal paradise was being buried into your cunt. Nothing else on the planet compared to the way you squeezed him, begged for him, kissed him, moaned for him. His paradise, overall, was you.

The blonde began moving his hips, your groans growing louder. Your walls clenched around him as Sam picked up the pace, he began panting curses with mixes of your name. “You feel so fucking tight, shit,” Sam groaned. He leaned over further, grabbing a handful of your hair as his cock abused your cervix. “You’re mine. My personal cock slut, understand?” He growled. He pushed your face into the couch, his cum staining the fabric below you.

“Y-yes sir,” You babbled, your body on cloud nine. Your thighs began to shake with every thrust, your body overstimulated and complete putty in Sam’s hands. Sam’s fast paced thrust were becoming greedy, the desire for him to reach his own high clouding his judgment. “Look at you, staining your couch with my cum all because I told you to. Such a pathetic whore for me,” Sam rambled, his hands digging into the sides of your waist.

You could feel your final orgasm approaching, your waterline flooded with tears as they dripped down your cheeks. “Sammy, gonna cum, please, don’t stop,” You pleaded. You tilted your head back, looking up at Sam as he pounded into you. His hand left your hair, slithering down to your throat. He squeezed the sides, restricting your airway. “Go on then, cum on my cock,” Sam muttered, thrust away from orgasming himself.

Your walls spasmed around his cock, your eyes fluttering shut as Sam fucked you through your orgasm. You were seeing stars, your final orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. Sam pulled out quickly, his ropes of cum painting your ass and lower back.

He felt euphoric, the paradise he had been seeking right in front of him, covered in his cum. Your body was spent, your heart pounding in your chest as you came down from your high. Sam scrambled to find something to clean you up with, deciding his shirt would have to suffice. He wiped his seed off of your ass, gently helping you roll over onto your back.

A faint smile creeped across your lips, your mascara smudged and running down your cheeks. “The cumming on my face thing was hot, we should do that again,” You admitted, allowing Sam to clean your face. He chuckled at your confession, admiring your fresh face.

“I figured you’d like it.”

With all of the energy you had left you lifted your head, bringing your lips to his. This kiss was different, the desperation gone. Replaced with a certain sweetness and passion Sam hadn’t felt in a long time. His hands cupped your face, deepening the kiss. The sound of his ringtone, halted him from continuing. He mumbled an apology, digging his phone out of his discarded jeans.

“Oh shit it’s Colby, hang on.” Sam informed you. He resumed his place beside you on the floor, your soft lips leaving pecks of kisses on his shoulder.

“Hey brother, what’s up?”

“You want to explain to me why you’re at my little sister’s dorm?”

Shit.

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paddockletters · 9 months ago

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unseen | jude bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham x reader request: yes / Reader who was bullied when young and then jude and her go to her hometown and everyone feels out cause that freaking jude bellingham and they get like, impressed by reader success as an f1 engineer and that she bagged jude? Sorry its way too specific author’s note: Hope you liked it!... as I always say... english is not my first language so pardon me if there are mistakes —feel free to tell me— and my requests are open!👀

The memories of my school days never really left me. Every now and then, they’d come creeping back — a careless comment someone made, or the way people used to whisper when I walked past. I could still picture the sneers, the cold stares, and the cutting remarks. The bullying wasn’t always physical, but the emotional scars felt just as deep. Being the quiet girl who loved math, cars, and physics made me an easy target. I didn’t fit in with the other girls who were into makeup and parties. I was more interested in tweaking engines and dreaming of Formula 1. That difference marked me.

It all began in middle school when I started to realize just how out of place I was. My grades were high, my social skills not so much. Every time I raised my hand in class, there’d be snickers. Every time I’d walk down the hall with my oversized glasses, someone would mutter a snide remark. The bullying wasn’t brutal, but it was consistent, gnawing at me bit by bit. High school wasn’t much better. The teasing continued, though by then, I had learned to keep my head down and drown out the noise by focusing on my dream of working in Formula 1.

Fast forward a few years, and here I am — an engineer for one of the top F1 teams. The transformation was surreal. Sometimes, I still have to pinch myself. Who would’ve thought that the same girl who spent her lunch breaks in the library, sketching out car designs, would one day be standing in the pit lane at Monaco?

But something even crazier happened along the way — I met Jude Bellingham.

It wasn’t some grand, love-at-first-sight story. I wasn’t starstruck when I first saw him. In fact, I didn’t even know who he was. We met at a charity event, one aimed at inspiring young athletes and professionals from underprivileged backgrounds to chase their dreams. Jude was there as the football star, while I had been invited to speak about my journey into F1. He seemed genuinely interested during my talk, but we didn’t interact much that day. It wasn’t until I received a DM on Instagram a few days later that things really started.

“Hey, I loved your speech at the event. I’m Jude, by the way — football player. Would love to grab coffee sometime if you’re up for it.”

I remember staring at my phone, thinking it was a prank. A football star wanted to get coffee with me? It felt like a joke. But I responded, and we met. Coffee turned into long dinners, long dinners turned into walks in the park, and those walks turned into a relationship.

Jude wasn’t what I expected. Sure, he was famous, but he was also kind, funny, and remarkably down-to-earth. He never treated me like I was less important than him. If anything, he seemed fascinated by my work. He’d ask me endless questions about the F1 cars, the strategies, the engineering behind the speed. I’d tease him about football, asking if he really knew what went into designing the perfect car. We just clicked.

Still, going back to my hometown was something I hadn’t done in years. The memories were too bitter. But Jude wanted to go. He wanted to see where I grew up, to meet the people who had shaped me, for better or worse. So we planned a trip. I was nervous as hell, but Jude? He was excited.

The car ride to my hometown felt like an eternity. As Jude hummed along to the soft rhythm of the music playing through the speakers, my mind was far from the road. I hadn’t been back here in years, not since I’d left for university. The thought of returning had always been… daunting. I wasn’t ready to face the ghosts of the past. Or, more specifically, the people who had made my life a living hell when I was younger.

I glanced at Jude, who was focused on the road, one hand casually resting on the wheel, the other on my leg, giving me an occasional reassuring squeeze. His presence grounded me, but that nervous pit in my stomach kept growing the closer we got.

“You’re quiet,” he said, glancing at me.

I forced a smile. “Just... thinking.”

Jude raised an eyebrow, his tone soft as he asked, “About?”

“About how weird this is going to be. I haven’t been back here in years, Jude. People… they remember things. They remember who I was.”

“And who you were is exactly who I love. You know that, right?” he said, giving my thigh another squeeze.

I chuckled softly, leaning back into the seat, trying to push the anxiety down.

“I know. It’s just that, back then, I was the awkward girl who couldn’t fit in. Now I’m walking into town holding hands with Jude Bellingham. People are going to freak out.”

“They’ll freak out because you’re a freaking Formula 1 engineer, not because of me,” he said, grinning. “I bet half the people in town have posters of you in their garage next to their Ferrari die-casts or something.”

“Oh please,” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “No one from my town cares about F1.”

“They should. You’re a genius.”

Jude’s words were always so simple, but they held so much weight. He had a way of making me feel seen, really seen, in a way no one else ever had. That’s what made everything with him feel so different. He wasn’t just the football star that millions of people idolized; he was my Jude, the one who asked me about race strategies and remembered the names of the engineers on my team.

We arrived at the town square just as the afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the small, familiar streets. The sight of it brought back a wave of memories — good and bad. It was strange how everything looked smaller now, less intimidating. The buildings I used to walk past with my head down, trying not to be noticed, now seemed so ordinary.

Jude parked the car, pulling his baseball cap down over his head as we stepped out. I could already see a few people glancing in our direction, their eyes widening with recognition. They weren’t just looking at him, though. They were looking at me.

“Hey, you okay?” Jude asked, stepping closer to me, his arm wrapping around my waist.

I nodded, even though I wasn’t entirely sure. “Yeah, it’s just… surreal.”

We started walking through the town square, hand in hand. I tried to ignore the stares, the whispers. But they were everywhere.

“Oh my god, is that… Jude Bellingham?”

“Wait, isn’t that the girl who used to go to school here? She’s, like, a big deal now, right?”

“I heard she works in Formula 1. How did she end up with him?”

I bit my lip, feeling the familiar wave of insecurity creeping in. But Jude seemed unfazed. If anything, he walked a little taller, as if daring anyone to say something negative. He pulled me in closer, planting a kiss on my temple as we crossed the square.

As we walked into the shopping center, we decided to stop by a café for a drink. I could already feel the buzz of recognition in the air as people realized who Jude was.

Jude sat across from me, casually sipping his drink as if we were anywhere else in the world. He had his cap pulled low over his face, trying to avoid drawing attention, but it was hard not to notice him. He was Jude Bellingham after all.

The stares had started the moment we walked into the square, but he didn’t seem to mind. He had this effortless calm about him, the way he handled attention, fame. Meanwhile, I was doing my best not to feel like I was under a spotlight, even though I knew people were whispering and pointing, probably trying to figure out why he was with me.

I caught a glance from a group of teenagers at the table across from us. They were huddled together, looking our way, giggling and whispering. I sighed, already feeling a bit on edge.

Jude noticed. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and gentle.

I forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah, just... weird being back here.”

“I can imagine,” he said, reaching across the table to take my hand. His thumb brushed over my knuckles in that soothing way he always did. “You’re sure you want to do this?”

I took a deep breath, glancing around the café. “It’s fine. Just... a lot of memories, you know?”

He squeezed my hand, his gaze soft and understanding. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” I said, surprising myself. I had never really told him the full story before.

He knew bits and pieces, but I had kept most of it to myself. Maybe it was time to let him in.

I looked down at our intertwined hands, thinking back to those years.

“I wasn’t exactly the most popular kid,” I started, my voice quieter than I intended.

“I was the one they picked on. The ‘geeky’ one. I loved math, engineering, all the stuff no one else thought was cool. I spent more time in the library than anywhere else. They made fun of me for it—my glasses, my clothes, the fact that I never fit in.”

Jude’s expression softened. “Kids can be cruel.”

“They were,” I agreed, a bitter laugh escaping me. “It wasn’t just teasing though. It got pretty bad at times. I used to dread coming to school. Every day felt like walking into a battlefield. I just wanted to disappear, you know?”

Jude’s grip on my hand tightened slightly. “I hate that you went through that.”

I shrugged, trying to play it off like it didn’t matter anymore.

“It’s in the past. I got out. I became an F1 engineer, so jokes on them, I guess.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You don’t have to act like it doesn’t still hurt. It’s okay to feel that.”

I looked up at him, my throat tightening with the emotion I hadn’t realized was building up.

“It does, sometimes. I mean, I know I’ve made it, but coming back here... it just brings all that stuff up again.”

He stood up then, coming around the table to sit beside me. Without a word, he pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapping around me protectively.

“You’re so much stronger than you give yourself credit for,” he whispered into my hair. “You’re brilliant, and you’ve worked so hard to get where you are. They didn’t see that back then, but it doesn’t matter. I see it. The world sees it now.”

I leaned into him, letting his warmth and words wrap around me like a blanket.

We stayed like that for a few moments before pulling apart slightly, Jude resting his forehead against mine.

“You’ve got nothing to prove to anyone here,” he said softly. “You’re you, and that’s more than enough.”

I smiled, squeezing his hand. “Thank you. For always knowing what to say.”

Jude grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Well, you did bag me, so I’d say you’re doing something right.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“It’s part of my charm,” he teased, flashing that trademark grin.

As we sat there, talking about everything and nothing, a few more people came up to us. A couple of them recognized me from school. I could see the surprise in their eyes, like they couldn’t believe the girl they used to tease was sitting here with a world-famous footballer.

“Hey, I remember you,” a girl of the group said, her voice laced with nostalgia. “You were in my physics class, right?”

I nodded, offering a polite smile. “Yeah, that’s right.”

“Wow,” she said, glancing between me and Jude. “I heard you’re doing big things now. Formula 1, right?”

“Yeah, I’m an engineer for one of the teams.”

“That’s… amazing,” she said, looking genuinely impressed. “I always knew you were smart, but I didn’t realize… well, you know.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond, but Jude jumped in, his arm draping casually around my shoulders.

“She’s a genius. She’ll never admit it, but she’s probably the best engineer in F1 right now.”

I blushed, nudging him playfully. “Stop exaggerating.”

The girl chuckled awkwardly, clearly a bit starstruck by Jude’s presence. “Well, it’s great to see you doing so well. And… with him. That’s pretty cool.”

After she left, I turned to Jude, who was grinning like he’d just won the Champions League.

“What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jude grinned. “See? People notice. They’re impressed, as they should be.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “You’re biased.”

“Maybe,” he said, leaning in to kiss my temple. “But I’m also right.”

As we walked through the shopping center, I could still feel people glancing our way, some whispering, others taking quick pictures on their phones. But for the first time, I didn’t feel like the awkward, out-of-place girl from school. I felt like someone who had earned her place in the world, someone who had worked hard and made it.

A few more people came up to Jude, asking for pictures or autographs, but he always made sure to include me in the conversation, making it clear that I wasn’t just the girl on his arm. I was someone in my own right.

At one point, a young girl, probably no older than ten, approached me shyly. She held a notebook in her hand, her eyes wide with admiration.

“Excuse me,” she said quietly, “are you the F1 engineer? The one who works with the cars?”

I blinked in surprise, glancing at Jude before nodding. “Yeah, that’s me.”

Her face lit up, and she held out her notebook. “Could I have your autograph? I want to be an engineer one day, just like you.”

My heart melted, and I took the notebook from her, scribbling my name with a quick message of encouragement. “You can be whatever you want to be,” I told her, handing it back. “Just keep working hard and never stop believing in yourself.”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Thank you!”

As she ran off, I turned to Jude, who was watching me with a proud smile.

“See?” he said softly. “You’re a role model.”

I smiled, leaning into him. “I guess I am.”

As we walked, Jude nudged me with his elbow.

“You handled that like a pro.”

“I don’t know how you do it all the time,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

He laughed. “You get used to it.”

Jude looked over at me, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m proud of you, you know.”

I glanced up at him, my heart swelling with affection. “For what?”

“For being you. For everything you’ve accomplished. And for putting up with me,” he teased, nudging me playfully.

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in years. “It’s not always easy, but I manage.”

As we left the shopping center and headed back to the car, I realized something important. This place might have been where my story started, but it didn’t define me anymore. I had moved on, grown, become someone I was proud of. And with Jude by my side, I knew I could face whatever came next, even if it meant coming back to the place I once tried so hard to leave behind.

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐐𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : At the bustling Summer Smash festival in Chicago, Chris Sturniolo and his brother Matt, accompanied by Y/N, navigate through the lively crowds. The brothers are frequently recognized and asked for photos, adding to the festival's electric atmosphere. As the day progresses, Chris’s excitement grows, particularly for his upcoming performance with his favorite artist, Lil Skies. Feeling overwhelmed and craving a brief escape from the festival's chaos, Chris becomes eager for a quick, intimate moment. He convinces Y/N to return to the hotel with him, seeking a private retreat before he hits the stage. Their hurried getaway provides a moment of connection amidst the festival frenzy.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬. The city of Chicago blurs outside the window, a dizzying mix of tall buildings and summery sun. The energy in the cab is palpable; Chris is bouncing his leg up and down nervously while Matt scrolls through his phone, seemingly unfazed.

“Can you believe it's finally here?” Chris exclaims, breaking the silence. “Lil Skies is about to be right in front of me man, this is crazy!”

Matt chuckles, glancing at his brother. “You've been talking about this nonstop for months. I'm surprised you haven't lost your voice yet.”

Chris grins widely, unabashed in his excitement. “How could I not? He's been my favorite artist for years now. It's like a dream come true, man. I just hope I don't embarrass myself when I meet him later.”

I turn to Chris, offering a reassuring smile. “You won't embarrass yourself, Chris. You guys are practically best friends at this point. Remember when you went on stage with him last year? Everything went smoothly then, and it'll be the same this time.”

Chris lets out a sigh of relief, his leg finally stilling. “Yeah, yeah you're right. I just get so nervous sometimes, you know? I don't want to say something stupid or just embarrass myself”

I reach out and place my hand gently on Chris's thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze. “You'll be fine, Chris. You're one of the most genuine and charismatic people I know. Skies loves you, just like everyone else does.”

Chris glances down at my hand on his thigh, a touch of bashfulness in his expression. He smiles softly, his nervous energy seemingly soothed by my gesture.

“Thanks,” he says quietly, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. Matt looks up from his phone, catching our interaction and smirking to himself.

The Uber comes to a gradual stop outside the festival grounds. I reach for my bag as Chris and Matt gather their things.

“Thank you so much,” I say to the driver, adding a generous tip on my phone. Matt thanks the driver as well, and the three of us step out of the car and into the chaotic frenzy of the festival.

Chris, still holding my hand, looks at both me and Matt with an excited gleam in his eyes. “Skies invited me to hang out at his artist venue before his set. Let's head over there before the crowds get even crazier.”

Matt nods, following Chris's lead as we navigate together through the festival grounds. People recognize us every so often, asking for photos or short videos. Chris and Matt oblige graciously, their easy charm on full display. However, Chris seems to be focused on one thing entirely now— getting to the artist venue quickly.

As we're walking, a familiar voice calls out from the crowd. “Chris! Matt!”

We turn to see a group of fans standing nearby, waving and smiling. Chris and Matt immediately respond with waves and friendly greetings, taking a moment to stop and chat. I stand back a bit, giving them space to interact with their fans.

The fans around us recognize me too, and some of them ask for pictures with me as well. I happily oblige, posing for a few quick snaps while smiling warmly. A few of them also ask if I can take pictures of them with Chris and Matt, and I nod, holding up my phone to capture the precious moments.

The fan interaction goes on for a few more minutes, with Chris and Matt, chatting with their fans. Even though Chris was eager to get to the artist venue, he never rushes the fans, genuinely taking the time to make each interaction special.

During our interaction with the fans, several of them compliment me, expressing how pretty they think I am and how lucky I am to spend time with Chris and Matt. Chris, always observant, overhears these comments and a subtle smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He's used to some fans feeling possessive or jealous about interactions with girls, so it's a pleasant change for him to see the fans being supportive.

Amidst the flurry of compliments, one fan curiously asks me, “Are you and Chris dating?” I quickly respond, my tone casual, “No, we're just really good close friends.”

Chris stands close by, listening in and noticing the subtle change in my demeanor. It's not that we're ashamed to be a couple, but we just aren't quite ready to share that news publicly.

The fan nods in understanding, seemingly satisfied with my response. However, Chris can't help but steal a quick glance at me. He appreciates the fact that I chose not to reveal our relationship at this moment, knowing that when we're ready to make our love public, we'll do it on our own terms.

Matt glances down at his phone, noticing the time. He leans into Chris, speaking quietly in his ear, “We need to go, more people are coming in.”

Chris nods, addressing the fans once more. “It was nice meeting you guys. Remember to stay hydrated, it's going to be a hot one out here today.” He then takes my hand firmly, signaling that it's time to move on.

With a final wave to the fans, Chris resumes leading the way through the festival grounds, his hand still firmly grasping mine. The crowds seem to get denser as we approach the artist venue. Chris's impatience to see Skies becomes more evident, his steps quicker now.

We weave through the throngs of people, the buzz of excitement in the air growing louder with each step. As we near the entrance to the artists' area, I can feel Chris's grip on my hand tighten. Security guards stand at the gate, checking credentials before letting anyone through.

Chris and Matt both pull out their all-access passes, flashing them to the guards. The guards nod in acknowledgment, giving us a cursory glance, and then wave us through. We pass a few other artists loitering around, some familiar, some not, but Chris is focused on one thing only— Skies.

The artist area is a whole different world compared to the festival outside. It's still bustling, but it feels more contained and intimate. We spot Skies across the room, chatting with his crew. Chris's eyes light up as he spots his friend, and he quickens his pace, pulling me along with him.

As we approach, Chris and Skies immediately spot each other. Chris lets go of my hand, his face breaking into a huge smile. He and Skies greet each other with a dap, pulling each other into a tight hug. Matt joins in, greeting Skies with the same enthusiasm.

Skies notices my presence and asks casually, “Who's your plus one?”Chris grins and introduces me, “Oh, this is my girl, Y/N. She came along with us this year.”

“Y/N this is Skies, Skies this is Y/N” I smile and shake Skies's hand, introducing myself, “Nice to meet you.” Skies returns the smile, saying, “The pleasure is all mine.”

Now that introductions are out of the way, the guys fall into easy conversation, swapping stories and catching up. Skies is genuinely happy to see Chris, his warm smile never leaving his face. Matt chimes in occasionally, keeping the conversation lighthearted and friendly. For a moment, they almost forget I'm standing there, until Chris subtly puts his arm around my waist, pulling me a little closer.

As they chat, I stand there quietly, occasionally glancing over at Chris. His hand rests comfortably around my waist, his thumb rubbing small circles against my hip. Every now and then he glances at me, shooting me a soft smile before rejoining the conversation with Skies and Matt.

While the guys talk, I pull out my phone to check something. A mischievous idea pops into my head, and I say jokingly, “Chris, say cheese”

Chris, always game, grins and poses, throwing a peace sign and sticking out his tongue. I snap a picture, then continue taking a few more fun snaps of him in different goofy poses. Suddenly, he grabs my phone and leans in and plant a small kiss on my lips, snapping one more pic for good measure.

Matt, who was watching our little photo session with an amused expression, chuckles and jokingly rolls his eyes. “Can you two get a room or something?”

I playfully swat him on the arm, while Chris laughs, his arm still around my shoulder. We're all having a good time, caught up in the lighthearted banter and the carefree atmosphere of the festival.

The guys continue their conversation, their voices blending into the background noise of the artist area. Chris's arm stays wrapped around my shoulder, his thumb idly drawing circles on my skin through my shirt. Despite the chaotic buzz around us, this simple gesture grounds me, reminding me that he's here with me, that we're sharing this experience together.

As I listen to the guys chatting, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment. Being here with Chris, experiencing this moment with him... it's perfect.

The conversation between the guys ebbs and flows, covering a range of topics from music to recent events. Chris occasionally chimes in with a witty comment or a humorous anecdote, earning laughs from both me and the others. In between conversations, he would sneak a quick glance at me, his gaze warm and affectionate, before returning to the discussion.

As the conversation continues, Chris gently pulls me in front of him, his arms wrapping around my waist like they were made to fit there. He pulls me a little closer, my back resting against his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder.

In this position, I can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, his breath warm against my neck. His touch is comforting, anchoring me to him.

As the guys continue talking, I lean back just slightly, unintentionally pushing back against Chris. His breath hitches slightly at the contact, his arms instinctively tightening around my waist. We're so close that I can feel the beating of his heart against my back, the steady rhythm picking up just a notch.

Realizing the unintentional touch, I quickly apologize. “Oh, sorry,” I murmur, glancing back at Chris.

He just laughs softly, his lips brushing against my ear as he replies, “You don't need to apologize. I don't mind.”

As Chris's lips brush against my ear, a playful thought crosses my mind. I feign offense and whisper back, “Chris, behave yourself. We're in public, remember”

He chuckles softly, pulling me closer, “Can't help it, ma. You make it too hard to be good.” I slap his arm lightly, pretending to be upset but unable to suppress a smile. “You're incorrigible.”

As the guys continue to chat, Chris leans in, his lips close to my ear. He whispers so only I can hear, “Wanna go back to the hotel room and help me relax a bit?”

His voice is sultry, a hint of desire in his tone. I can feel his breath against my skin, stirring something within me. I reply quietly, “What about Matt?”

Chris glances toward Matt, who is now engaged in conversation with Skies. He's unlikely to notice our absence right away. “Matt's busy, he won't mind,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I pretend to consider it, playing along with his game, “Are you sure?”

Chris turns to Matt and Skies, interrupting their conversation. “Hey, I just remembered... I left my hoodie at the hotel room.” Matt rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath, “I told you to grab it before we left, you idiot.”

“I know, I thought I wasn’t going to need it though” Chris glances at Skies and Matt, his plan formulating. “I’m gonna go back to the hotel really quick to grab it. I should be back before you go on stage”

Skies just nodded. Chris grabs my hand firmly, his fingers intertwined with mine, and leads me out of the Artist venue. We exit the noisy, chaotic area, making our way through the main festival grounds. He pulls out his phone, quickly requesting an Uber to the hotel.

As we walk, fans occasionally call out for Chris to stop and chat. However, Chris, focused on his plan, keeps his pace steady. He shoots apologetic smiles to the fans and waves. He's keen to get to the hotel, knowing that he has to be back in time for Skies' performance.

A few fans try to approach, but Chris politely declines, explaining that he's on a bit of a time crunch. He keeps his pace quick, his hand firmly around mine. A few disappointed fans call out after us, but he doesn't stop.

We reach a fairly quiet spot away from the main crowds, waiting for the Uber to arrive. He glances down at his phone, checking to see how long until the car arrives.

A few minutes later, a car pulls up, and we get in. The Uber driver greets us, and Chris gives him the hotel address.

We buckle up as the car pulls away, and I glance at Chris, a small smirk playing on my lips. He notices and gives me a sly smile in return, seemingly proud of his little plan.

During the ride, Chris's hand rests on my thigh, his thumb drawing small circles. His touch is warm and reassuring, and I can feel the tension in his body, knowing he's eager for what's to come.

We chat idly with the Uber driver, maintaining a casual demeanor externally, albeit a hint of anxiousness and anticipation beneath the surface.

As the car continues through the city, heading towards the hotel, we talk about mundane topics, keeping things light and easy. All the while, I can feel the air of expectancy growing in the small car. Chris's hand on my thigh occasionally tightens, his touch a silent message of his desire and impatience.

The drive goes by quickly, and soon we arrive at the hotel. Chris pays the Uber driver and we get out of the car, his hand taking mine once more as we enter the hotel lobby.

We make our way to the elevator, waiting for a few moments until it arrives and we step inside. The second the elevator doors close, Chris's body is pressed against mine, pinning me against the wall. His lips find mine as he kisses me hungrily, his hands gripping my hips.

His touch is ardent, filled with the pent-up need that has been building since we left the festival grounds. His tongue glides against my own, igniting a fire deep within me.

He pulls me closer, his body flush against mine, his hands gripping my hips with a possessive touch. I can feel his heart racing, the rapid rhythm mirroring my own. I respond to his kiss, my hands clinging to the fabric of his shirt as he explores my mouth intently.

The elevator ride seems to be taking forever, but we're too lost in each other to care. All that matters is this moment, this passionate exchange of desire.

The elevator pings, signaling our arrival at our floor, and the doors open. Chris breaks the kiss, though reluctantly, and grabs my hand tightly. He leads the way out of the elevator, striding purposefully down the corridor towards our room.

His steps are hurried, filled with a mixture of impatience and urgency. I follow behind him, feeling the excitement and determination radiating from his every move.

Chris pulls the key card from his wallet with a swift, almost frantic, motion. He opens the door, pushing it open wide before immediately pinning me against it. The door closes behind us, shutting out the outside world and enclosing us in private seclusion.

His body is pressed against me once more, trapping me between him and the door. His hands find their way to my waist, his mouth reclaiming mine in a possessive kiss.

He kisses me fiercely, his tongue delving into my mouth with a sense of urgency, as if he's starving for me. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place, while he deepens the kiss. I respond eagerly, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He presses himself against me, his body hot against mine, the evidence of his desire evident as he grinds his hips into me.

Chris's lips find their way to my neck, mouthing along the sensitive skin. His kisses are firm, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh. I gasp, my head tipping back, a soft moan of pleasure escaping my lips as I breathe out his name.

“Chris...,” I whisper breathlessly, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

He hums against my neck, the vibration sending a shiver down my spine. His tongue glides over the spot he just kissed, and then he nips at my earlobe, his teeth gently tracing the line of my ear.

“Say it again,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “Say my name again.”

I comply, repeating his name in a breathless whisper. “Chris,” I breathe, my fingers running softly through his hair. “Chris...”

He groans, his lips trailing down my neck to my collarbone, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt, his touch urgent and impatient.

Without breaking the kiss, Chris slides his hands down to my thighs, gripping them tightly. In one swift motion, he lifts me off the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

He carries me across the room, his lips still pressed against mine, and crosses to the bed. He lays me down gently, following me down and settling between my legs, his body pressing into mine.

The mattress dips under our weight, causing the bed to creak softly. His body is hot and firm against mine, his hands roaming under my shirt, leaving trails of fire on my skin. I arch into him, my body craving his touch, wanting more.

The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breaths, the air heavy with the palpable tension between us.

Chris kisses a trail down my throat, his hands slowly pushing my shirt up as he goes. He pulls back for a moment, his eyes dark with desire, and tugs my shirt over my head, tossing it aside.

His gaze roams over my bare skin, admiration and hunger in his eyes. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands trailing down my body, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

Chris's hands slide down to my hips, his fingers finding the zipper of my skirt. He pulls it down slowly, his eyes locked on mine as he does so. The denim slides down my legs, leaving me in only my underwear and bra.

His gaze roams over my body, appreciating every dip and curve, his hands roaming over my newly exposed skin.

Chris moves over me, his body hovering above mine. He gazes down at me for a moment, his eyes filled with affection and desire, before ducking his head down and kissing me deeply.

His lips are firm and insistent against mine, his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. I melt into him, hands grasping at his back, pulling him closer, my body on fire with need.

I feel a sudden rush of boldness and determination, inspired by both the heated moment and my desire to help him relax. With a surprising strength, I push against his chest, flipping us over so that he's now laying under me, his back against the bed.

I settle myself on top of him, legs straddling his hips, and regard him with a playful smirk. “Let me help you relax those nerves before you go on stage with Skies.”

Chris stares up at me, surprise and excitement sparkling in his eyes. A slow, sultry smile spreads across his face as he realizes my intentions. His hands find my bare thighs, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

“Oh, ma,” he purrs, his voice huskier than usual. “You're more than welcomed to help me relax in any way you want.”

I lean down, capturing his lips in a soft, but firm kiss. When I break away, I murmur against his skin, “Good. Now relax and focus on me.”

With that, I begin trailing kisses down his neck, my lips gently nipping at the sensitive flesh. I can feel his pulse under my lips, racing and erratic.

His hands find purchase on my hips, his grip tight as I continue to pepper kisses along his neck and collarbone. I can feel his body responding to my touch, his breathing becoming more ragged, his heart rate increasing.

He lets out a low moan, his head tilting back against the pillow, his eyes closing as he focuses on the sensations my kisses are evoking in him.

My hands move to the hem of his shirt, my fingers tugging at the fabric gently. I slowly pull the shirt up his body, my hands tracing along his abdomen, feeling the taut, muscled flesh under my palms.

His skin is hot to the touch, his muscles flexing slightly at my touch. I hum appreciatively, my fingers exploring every dip and contour as I continue to reveal more of him.

I pull the shirt over his head and toss it aside, admiring his bare chest for a moment before continuing my assault. My lips find the hollow of his throat, my tongue tracing up to his Adam's apple. My hands move to his chest, exploring the planes of muscle and skin, my touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Chris gasps softly, his back arching slightly, his hands gripping my hips tighter.

My mouth trails down his chest, my teeth gently nipping at the tender flesh. I focus on areas where the marks won't be easily visible once he wears his shirt again.

I leave a trail of kisses and gentle bites, my lips occasionally sucking at the skin, leaving small, red marks in my wake. Chris groans when I find a particularly sensitive spot on his chest, his body jerking slightly under my touch.

“God, ma,” he breathes, his voice thick with need. “You're driving me crazy.”

His fingers dig into my hips, his body arching up into mine. His eyes are dark with desire, his lips parted as he pants for breath.

I continue my descent, my lips and tongue mapping out his chest, my hands roaming over his muscled torso. He's responsive to my every touch, his body reacting to each caress.

My hands reach the waistband of his jeans, and I pause for a moment, looking up at him through my eyelashes. His gaze is hazy with desire, his eyes pleading silently for more.

I tease for a moment, my fingers grazing the skin just above his jeans, before I start to unbutton them, slowly pulling down the zipper.

I slip my hand into the opening, my fingers brushing against the hot, hard length of him. He groans low in his throat, his hips instinctively bucking forward as if seeking more contact. I wrap my hand around him, giving a slow, teasing stroke from base to tip.

Chris moans louder, his eyes fluttering shut as I continue to touch him with just the right amount of pressure and speed. I can feel him trembling slightly under my touch, and he whines softly, pushing himself further into my grip.

I pull his boxers down, revealing his fully erect cock. It stands proudly, thick and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I wrap my lips around the head, teasingly licking at it before taking him into my mouth inch by delicious inch.

Chris moans and gasps with pleasure, his hands reaching down to grip the back of my head. He thrusts gently, slowly, savoring the feeling of my mouth on him. “Oh fuck,” he gasps out, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Your mouth... so fucking good.”

Chris whines and pleads, his breathing becoming more erratic as I continue to suck him. “Don’t stop... please don't stop,” he pants out, his fingers tangling in my hair. His hips buck faster, desperate for more friction, more pleasure.

I increase my pace, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck him harder. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath it. Chris's whimpers and moans become more frantic, his grip on my hair tightening.

His body starts to tremble as I feel him reaching his climax. I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, faster, until he's hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. Chris cries out, his voice raw with pleasure as he finally gives in, spilling hot ropes of cum down my throat.

Chris lies back, panting heavily, a satisfied smile on his face. I smirk, hovering over him, my fingers trailing teasingly down his chest. “Feel good?” I say, my voice low and husky. Chris blinks up at me, still trying to catch his breath.

Chris gave me a nod with a lazy smile on his face. I grin back, taking the opportunity to take off my bra, letting my breasts spill out into his view. I then slide off my underwear, leaving me completely naked in front of him.

I straddle Chris, my dripping wet pussy hovering just above his cock. I tease him, rubbing my folds against the length of his shaft, smearing my juices on him, making him twitch in response.

Chris wraps his arms around my waist, his hands digging into my hips as he effortlessly flips me over onto my back. He positions himself between my spread thighs, the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. Without warning, he thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside me in one swift motion.

Chris starts to fuck me with a raw, primal hunger. With each thrust, he pounds into me deeper, harder than before, claiming every inch of my body. He lets out a guttural moan as he takes control, losing himself in the moment.

I arch my back, crying out in a mix of pleasure and pain as Chris continues to ravage me. “Chris, slow down,” I whimper, my voice barely above a breathless moan. But he doesn't listen, his pace relentless, driving into me with a force that makes my vision blur.

Chris slows down his pace, leaning over me to whisper in my ear. “You can take it,” he growls, his breath hot against my skin. He lifts my legs up over his shoulders, changing the angle of his thrusts and hitting a spot deep inside me that makes me gasp.

With my legs over his shoulders, Chris resumes his relentless pace, driving into me with a force that makes my whole body tremble. Every nerve ending is on fire, my breath hitching as I moan and whimper beneath him.

Chris's thrusts become even more brutal, his cock pounding into my drenched pussy with a wet, obscene sound. My inner walls clench around him, trying to milk his length, as my juices flow freely, coating his shaft and dripping down onto the sheets beneath us.

Chris grabs ahold of my hips, pulling me roughly against him as he fucks me with an intensity that makes my whole body tremble. My moans turn into screams as I feel myself nearing the edge, my muscles tensing and clenching with every brutal thrust.

As I shatter in a climax, my pussy clamping down on Chris's cock, he doesn't let up, continuing to pound into me with a primal, animalistic ferocity. My juices gush out around him, making the sounds of our flesh slapping together even louder and more lewd.

Chris breaks the kiss, trailing hot, desperate kisses down my neck and over my collarbone. When he reaches my ear, he growls softly, his hot breath sending chills down my spine. “You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you?”

Chris senses my reluctance to admit the truth, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. “Admit it, baby,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing teasing patterns on my skin. “You love it when I lose control and take you hard, just like this.”

A shiver runs through me at his words, my cheeks flushing with a mix of guilt and arousal. I can't deny the intense pleasure I felt when Chris let’s go and ravished me with primal desire. It was raw, animalistic, and utterly intoxicating.

Chris starts to move within me with long, slow thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of my depths with agonizing slowness. “Tell me,” he pants, his voice husky with desire, “how many times do you want me to fill this pretty little pussy with my cum?”

“Tell me, baby,” Chris growls, his thrusts getting faster and more forceful as he demands an answer. I can only whimper in response, my nails digging into his biceps as I hold onto him for dear life.

“Do you like it when I fuck you so deep, your tight little cunt is milking my cock for every drop of cum?” Chris asks, his words punctuated by harder, faster thrusts that make me cry out in ecstasy.

“Do you like it when I use you like my personal fuck toy, pounding you into the mattress until you can't walk straight?” Chris grits out, his hips slapping against mine with brutal force. “Do you crave the feeling of my cock claiming your throat, marking you as mine for everyone to see?”

“Do you love the way I make you scream, your pleasure so intense it borders on pain?” Chris snarls, his thrusts becoming a frenzied pace now. “Do you secretly hope I'll breed you raw, fill your fertile womb with my seed until you're swollen with my child?”

“Do you fucking like it?” Chris demands, his voice straining with pleasure as I clench around him, milking his cock for every last drop. “Say it, goddamn it!”

Chris grabs my face with one large hand, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my cheeks as he thrusts himself in and out of me with brutal force. Spit drips from the corners of my mouth, tears streaming down my cheeks as I gasp for breath around him.

Chris fucks me mercilessly, the head of his cock battering against my cervix with every thrust. I moan around him, the sound muffled and desperate. “Please...more...Oh Chris, yes!”

The dirty talk and brutal fucking push me to the brink of sanity. I'm sobbing and moaning, begging for more, my nails leaving half-moon indents in Chris's skin as I cling to him for dear life. “F-fuck me harder! Fill me up, mark me as yours!”

Chris doesn't slow down, pumping his hips in a fast, hard rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall and bed frame creaking ominously under us. But he's close—I can feel him throbbing inside me, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate.

“Shit, fuck, goddamn...” Chris chants, his balls slapping against my ass as he pounds into me. The sound of our bodies coming together again and again fills the room with a symphony of pleasure. “I'm going to fill you up, my dirty little slut.”

Chris leans down, his hot breath fanning over my neck. I wrap my arms around him, my fingers digging into the hard planes of his back as I hold him against me. His hair is a mess, sweat-dampened strands clinging to his forehead.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Chris moans against my neck, his lips moving against my skin in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. His hips jerk, driving himself deeper, harder into me, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in our joined bodies.

The scratches on his back send a burst of pain through his body, but that pain only fuels his desire. “Shit,” he moans, his fingers digging into my hips as he draws me closer, his thrusts becoming rougher and more desperate.

The sound of our bodies coming together is loud and obscene, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Chris buries his face in my neck, his moans growing louder and more frantic as he feels himself on the edge. “Oh god, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum...”

He grits his teeth, fighting against the overwhelming pleasure that's threatening to consume him. “Fuck, baby, I can't...” Chris pants, his cock throbbing inside me as he prepares for his release.

And then the dam breaks. With a loud moan, I tighten around him, my walls spasming as my orgasm crashes over me. “Oh fuck, Chris!” I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair as I ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Chris gasps, his hips stuttering as the sensation of my quivering walls sparks a fresh surge of pleasure. “Fuck, Y/N... fuck,” he moans. He reaches down, his fingers brushing against my sensitive flesh, and I cry out, my grip on his forearm tightening as I'm overwhelmed by another surge of pleasure.

I'm so close to the edge, my entire body tensing up as I feel a third orgasm building inside me. I can feel myself getting closer and closer, my gasps turning into loud cries as my pleasure skyrockets. “Chris! Oh god, Chris!”

“Fuck, don't stop, Chris!” I beg him, my grip on his wrist tightening as I'm overtaken by another burst of pleasure that has me seeing stars. “Oh god...” I moan helplessly. “I... I can't…”

And then it hits, a third climax crashing over me like a tidal wave. I throw my head back, a long, keening cry escaping my lips as my body shudders and convulses beneath Chris. My inner walls clench down around him, milking him for all he's worth.

Chris tenderly presses small kisses along my jawline and neck, his lips brushing against my sensitive skin as we both try to catch our breath. He moves down, dropping soft pecks onto my collarbones and the tops of my breasts, his hair tickling me as he moves.

I reach up, my fingers gently tangling in his hair as I tilt my head back, my eyes shut. I can still feel him moving, kissing along my collarbones, my chest, and it's like my entire body is tingling from the contact.

Chris's kisses continue, soft and tender, as if he's worshipping every inch of my skin. His hands roam over my body, tracing the curves of my hips, the swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist, before settling on my stomach.

Chris gently pulls out of me, our combined juices glistening on my thighs as they slide down the sheets. He gazes at me with a look of adoration, his eyes soft and vulnerable in the aftermath of our intense lovemaking.

Slowly, my legs falling to the side, he moves down between my thighs. This time, his touch is gentle. His lips press against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, the softest press of flesh on flesh, causing me to bite my lip and squirm beneath him.

He takes his time, peppering kisses up my inner thighs until he reaches the apex of my legs, where he presses a gentle kiss against my heated center. It sends shivers down my spine and I moan softly, feeling so sensitive after our previous coupling.

Chris's warm, wet tongue traces a path between my thighs, collecting the evidence of our lovemaking while his hands roam over my body in a soothing touch. Soft breaths hit my sensitive skin as he indulges in cleaning me up, making my back arch with renewed pleasure.

When he reaches the top of my thighs, Chris presses a tender kiss to my core, his lips a feather-light caress against my skin. He slowly works his way back up, trailing kisses along my inner thighs, my hip bones, until his lips meet mine in a sweet, loving kiss.

“Are you relaxed now?” I ask softly, my voice shaky and still laced with desire. Chris nods, his eyes warm as he gazes into mine. “Yes, thank you,” he replies quietly before pressing another gentle kiss to my lips.

After our passionate exchange of desire, I find myself giggling softly, my fingers gently caressing his face as we share another soft kiss. Our lips move together in a leisurely, soothing rhythm, the connection between us still strong and palpable.

Finally, as we pull away, Chris speaks up, his voice low and raspy from the heat between us. “We should probably head back to the festival now,” he murmurs, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

I hum in agreement, reluctantly disconnecting myself from him and moving to get dressed. Despite the desire to stay in bed and enjoy the intimate moment further, we have obligations to return to.

I run my fingers through his hair one more time before sitting up, gathering my clothes from the floor and beginning to dress.

I redress quickly, fixing my clothing and hair as best I can. Chris does the same, his gaze lingering on me for several seconds before he too is fully dressed.

Chris reaches for his fresh love hoodie, the white material soft and familiar in his hands. He pulls it over his head, the hood casting a subtle shadow over his neck, hiding the small, red marks I had left. He reaches for his black shades and hat as well, slipping them on with a practiced ease.

Now that we're both dressed and presentable, Chris smiles at me, a hint of mischief in his eyes. He glances down, adjusting his hoodie before looking back up at me.

“Now that we've come for what I had said we'd come for,” he says with a grin, referring to the hoodie he had forgotten. “Let's get going.”

I roll my eyes playfully, but I can't help the smile that tugs at my lips. “You're something else, you know that?” I step towards him, smoothing out the fabric of his hoodie, ensuring it covers the marks I'd left earlier.

“Oh, I know,” he replies, his smile widening. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “But you love it.”

He bends down, his lips meeting mine in a quick but affectionate kiss. He grins as he pulls back, his arm still around my waist. “Alright, let's go,” he says, giving my hip a squeeze as he begins to lead me towards the door.

As we leave the hotel room, Chris pulls out his phone, unlocking it and starting to scroll through the Uber app. I stand beside him quietly, watching as he selects our destination and requests a ride.

When the app confirms that we’ll have a ride in a few minutes, he shoves his phone back into his pocket and we head towards the elevator.

We wait for the elevator to arrive, the air between us comfortable and companiable. When the doors open, we step inside, Chris pushing the button for the lobby.

The elevator doors slide shut, enclosing us in the small space. Chris puts his arm around me again as the elevator begins its descent.

The elevator moves quietly, the only sound the low hum of the machinery. Chris leans against one wall, his arm around me, his fingers tracing absentmindedly over my shoulder.

I rest my head against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breath and the beat of his heart soothing. I can feel the tension from the earlier performance and our passionate escape slowly fading away.

“You doing okay?” Chris's voice breaks the silence, his words soft and concerned.

I lift my head to look up at him, meeting his gaze. A small smile curves my lips. “I'm doing just fine,” I reassure him, my voice equally soft. “Are you?”

“Never been better,” he replies, his signature smile in place. His fingers find their way to my hair, gently tucking a strand behind my ear. “Just making sure I didn’t wear you out too much earlier.”

A blush spreads across my cheeks at his words, the memory of our passionate encounter fresh in my mind. I nudge him lightly in the ribs with my elbow, my eyes sparkling with teasing. “I can handle you, Chris. Don't you know that by now?”

He chuckles, his arm tightening around my waist. “Oh, I know you can,” he replies, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t give you too much to handle at once.”

The elevator reaches the lobby, the doors opening with a soft ‘ding’. Chris leads me out, his hand on the small of my back as we walk towards the exit.

“Besides,” he continues, a sly grin spreading across his face, “I have to leave you with enough energy for later tonight.” I shake my head at his words, a mix of amusement and arousal stirring within me. “You're impossible,” I mutter, a smile playing on my lips.

“You know we can't do that when Matt is in the room with us,” I remind him, referring to the fact that we share a room with Matt. Chris chuckles, looking unperturbed by this news. “Oh, come on, ma,” he teases. “Can't you keep quiet?”

I roll my eyes at his audacity, shaking my head in disbelief. “Keep quiet? You know that's not exactly my strong suit when it comes to you,” I reply, my tone half-exasperated, half-fond. “I’m sure I can find ways to keep your mouth occupied.”

His words take me by surprise, my eyes widening slightly as my cheeks flush once more. “Christopher!” I exclaim, my tone a mix of shock and mock-offense, but there's no denying the hint of excitement and anticipation within me.

Chris merely chuckles at my reaction, a cocky smile on his face. He steps aside to open the door to the awaiting Uber car, gesturing for me to get in first.

Once I'm settled in the backseat of the Uber, Chris gets in next to me, closing the door behind him. The driver nods a greeting, and before long, we're off to the festival.

The ride back to the venue is silent, both of us lost in our own thoughts. I glance over at Chris occasionally, taking in his profile, the way the street lights play over his features.

The Uber comes to a stop, and Chris steps out, holding the door open for me. He thanks the driver before reaching out to take my hand. “C'mon,” he says, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation. “Skies will be on soon.”

Chris leads me through the crowds towards the backstage area, his grip on my hand firm and sure. He manoeuvres us through the throngs of people, his taller stature and confident, decisive movements helping to clear a path for us.

He keeps me close, his body almost blocking me from the worst of the press of the crowd. I follow closely behind him, my hand clinging to his tightly.

We pass the barriers, drawing the attention of some fans who are eager to catch a glimpse of us. They start hollering and waving their hands, calling out to Chris.

Chris hesitates for a moment, turning to greet the fans with a smile. He stops briefly, taking a few pictures. All the while, he keeps my hand firmly in his own, as if he’s reluctant to let go.

After a few minutes, he waves his final goodbye, and we continue making our way backstage, where Matt, Skies, and a few others are waiting.

As we step into the backstage area, Matt is waiting, a teasing smile on his face. “You made it,” he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Cutting it a little close, aren't we?”

Chris glares at Matt, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on, man,” he grumbles. “Cut us a little slack, will ya? We got held up.” Matt pretends to consider this, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “Held up, huh? And what, pray tell, were you two doing that was so important?”

Chris shrugs, a slight sheepish expression on his face. “I couldn't find where I put my hoodie and my shades,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ended up wasting some time looking for them. Matt's face clearly looked annoyed. “You couldn't find your hoodie and glasses? Seriously?”

Skies, who had been speaking to a member of his team, notices Chris and I coming backstage. He glances at his watch, then gives a relieved smile. “Cutting it close, huh?” Chris looks over at Skies, raising a hand in a slight greeting. “Hey, we made it, didn't we?”

Skies laughs, a glint in his eye. “Barely, brother. Another minute later and you'd be sitting in the audience instead of backstage.” Chris just grins, unapologetic. “Hey, it's all part of the adrenaline rush”

Matt shakes his head, a smirk on his face. “You're unbelievable, you know that?” he says, looking at Chris. “You cut it so close every time.” Chris shrugs again, unfazed. “Oh, come on, where's the fun in arriving early?”

Skies goes onstage, the crowd cheering and applauding as he begins his set. He performs several songs, his stage presence and vocals impressive, and the audience responds enthusiastically.

Chris watches from the wings of the stage, his arms crossed over his chest. He looks focused, his eyes flicking between Skies and the crowd. Every now and then, he glances over at me, a hint of anticipation in his gaze.

Skies continues to perform, his energy and charisma on full display. In between songs, one of his management team members approaches Chris, gesturing for him to come closer.

“You're good to go out there whenever you're ready,” he says, his voice just loud enough to carry over the music.

Chris nods his acknowledgement, a glint of excitement in his eyes as he looks out at the stage. He waits for a moment, then steps out onto the stage, dancing and singing along with Skies.

Chris moves to the music, his own energy and style completely different from Skies but equally engaging to the audience. He dances and sings along, clearly comfortable in front of the crowd.

Skies glances over at him with a grin, playing into the routine and feeding off Chris’ energy. The two of them complement each other well, their different vibes meshing together perfectly.

The crowd responds enthusiastically, some even recognizing Chris and shouting out his name.

As I watch Chris up onstage, singing and dancing alongside his idol, I can't help but feel a surge of admiration mixed with disbelief. It's not the first time I've seen him with Skies, but the sight never fails to amaze me.

Matt appears next to me, a knowing smile on his face. He leans in, speaking just loud enough for me to hear over the music.

“You didn't really need to get that hoodie, did you guys?” he teases.

“He was actually looking for his hoodie,” I say, my voice slightly defensive. Matt just raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Mhmm, sure,” he replies, clearly not believing me. “Then explain this.”

Matt holds up his phone, displaying a picture he’s found on instagram from earlier at the barricades. It was a picture with Chris and a Fan. The photograph caught a clear angle of Chris's neck, revealing the marks I'd left earlier— marks that Chris clearly hadn't taken the effort to cover up.

I flush slightly in embarrassment. Matt grins at my reaction, his gaze shifting between me and Chris on the stage. “Looks like he was a little preoccupied with something else besides the hoodie.”

I roll my eyes playfully, pushing Matt's shoulder lightly. “Oh shut up” I mutter, knowing full well that Chris's marked neck is going to draw attention to us throughout the week. I can already imagine the headlines and rumors that'll circulate because of it. Matt just chuckles, clearly enjoying this whole situation.

Once Skies finishes his performance, Chris walks off the stage, making his way back to where I’m standing.

He reaches me, quickly planting a brief but affectionate peck on my lips. He gives me a sideways glance, a smirk playing on his lips. Then, he turns to say goodbye to Skies, exchanging a few quick words with him before turning back to us.

“Ready to go?” he asks, looking between me and Matt.

As we leave backstage, passing by the barricades where fans are gathered, some of the fans take notice of the marks on Chris's neck. They start yelling out questions and making comments, obviously intrigued by the obvious signs of our earlier dalliance.

Chris just keeps his head down, his hand firmly around mine, not engaging in any of the questions or speculation. He quickens his pace a little, clearly eager to get to the hotel and away from the attention.

Matt follows closely behind us, looking slightly amused as he overhears the fans' comments. He doesn't say anything, but his smirk widens a little, clearly enjoying the situation.

We finally walk out from the venue, the night air crisp and refreshing. Chris keeps walking, not slowing down until we’ve put some distance between us and the fans.

Matt uses his phone to book an Uber, and we all climb in, settling into our seats.

The Uber ride is silent, the air around us a mix of tiredness, satisfaction, and a hint of residual adrenaline. Chris keeps his hand in mine, his thumb tracing small circles on my skin. Every now and then, I can feel his gaze on me. It's not a look of desire or need, not this time. It's something softer, almost tender.

We finally arrive back at the hotel, the familiar lobby and elevator greeting us. We make our way up to our room, exhausted from the long day's events.

As we enter the room, the faint scent of new, clean bedsheets greets us. The housekeepers have freshened up the room while we were out.

I immediately flop down onto the bed, a sigh of exhaustion escaping my lips. The soft, cool sheets feel like a piece of heaven after the day we’ve had.

Chris follows after me, crawling onto the bed and settling on top of me. One of his legs slots between mine, and he props himself up on his forearms, his face close to mine.

Matt, meanwhile, plops down on the edge of his bed, right next to us. As always, he's completely unphased by the scene we present, not letting the fact that we're practically spooning get to him.

Chris cranes his head a little to give me a quick kiss on the lips. Then, without preamble, he moves, shifting his head so he can bury his face in the crook of my neck. His eyelashes tickles the sensitive skin as he nuzzles into me, his breath warm against my skin.

As the hours tick by, the weariness from the day starts to catch up with us. Matt's still on his phone, scrolling through social media or whatever it is he does on his phone, but Chris and I have both drifted off to sleep.

Chris is still half laying on me, his head buried in my neck. His breath is slow and steady as he rests against me, his body relaxed and heavy in sleep.

The room falls into a soft, peaceful quiet. Matt's still tapping away on his phone next to us, but apart from the occasional sound, everything is still and silent.

Chris and I remain asleep, our bodies intertwined. His head is still on my shoulder, his soft breaths warm against my skin. My own eyes are closed, a small content smile on my lips. This moment is peaceful, cozy, and perfect, a reprieve from the chaos of our lives.

For now, everything is as it should be.

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Jude Jazza’s 2nd Birthday: “The Cursed Moon Within His Merciless Arms” Epilogue POV

This is a fan translation. 100% accuracy cannot be guaranteed. Please expect grammatical errors and lack of nuance. Creative liberties were taken in order for a smoother translation. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not repost or claim my translations as your own. Thank you for your support! ☾⋆

MDNI. NSFW.

Victor: Welcome back, Jude!

It was late at night when I returned to Crown castle after finishing up work at Raven Co.. That’s when Victor greeted me.

Jude: …..Why’re ya still up?

Victor: Why of course, to prepare for your birthday party tomorrow, Jude! …..

Victor: …Oh, look the date has already changed. JUDE, HAPPY BIRTH—

Jude: —Hold it.

Victor: I can’t even give you my wishes? ….That makes me feel so lonely.

Jude: Already gotta prior engagement with ‘em words.

After I rejected him, I thought back to the conversation I had with Kate before I left for work.

[Flashback]

Jude: I’ll be back late t’night.

I don’t share my schedule with others unless it’s necessary.

…..However, my birthday was tomorrow, and she asked me about my schedule a month in advance in order to celebrate it.

She’d been counting down the days, so I felt like I owed it to her to say something.

Kate: Oh, really….?

Seeing Kate look disheartened, guilt that I thought I’d long lost, started to surface.

Kate: ….Um, well, I just have one favor to ask, Jude.

Kate: I want to be the first to wish you happy birthday, so I want to come back to your room no matter how late it is.

Kate: If you sleep at Raven Co., your employees might be the first to tell you…

Kate: Oh, but I’m not saying you have to do it. Just only if it’s possible……

Kate said that with a pasted smile on her face.

It was obvious that she was trying to suppress her feelings so she wouldn’t burden me.

— A woman who understands circumstances, or a woman who doesn’t understand circumstances.

If you ask me which one is better, naturally it’s an understanding woman who stays in her lane.

(But…what’s this?)

(I reckon it’ll be fine to listen to some of the selfish stuff she asks.)

Jude: …..Can’t make no promises, but I’ll try my best.

Kate: Really? Thanks, Jude!!!

[Flash Back Ends]

Remembering Kate’s bright smile, like a moon emerging from the clouds,

I parted ways from Victor towards my room, my pace a little quicker than usual.

When I returned I could tell Kate had waited for as long as she could, having fallen asleep in the chair.

(…..Whadda pain.)

I picked Kate up and carried her to the bed,

The line actually reads that he picked her up behind the knees. Essentially, he princess carried her. However, I felt this is already implied and opted to leave it out.

And then I quickly fell asleep thinking about the wishes Kate would say to me when she woke up.

When my birthday arrived, it was a crazy day.

In the morning, I wasted time dealing with a group of weaklings trying to kill me off,

And that afternoon, Crown celebrated my birthday with a song….

It was late in the evening when I was finally alone with Kate.

Kate: Ohh….Jude…..it feels so…..good…

When I bit into her throat and drove myself deep inside her, Kate clung to me looking blissed out.

When I saw that look, I swallowed hard.

I wanted to make her feel even better, to mess her up even more. To drive her even crazier……A violent need surged throughout my body.

(…..Am I a kid who gets turned on for seein’ my girlfriend gettin’ excited?)

Kate’s tearful eyes, her knitted brows as she tried to endure, her melted expression as she comes…..

I got excited by Kate’s expressions as our bodies melded together,

Just like a boy falling in love for the first time.

Jude: ….That so?

I replied bluntly as I cynically laughed internally at my own immature feelings, when Kate’s eyes flickered anxiously.

Kate: Jude……?

Jude: ……

Jude: …….Ain’t no way I’m gonna strain yer body by tanglin’ up with ya if it don’t feel good.

I gave a round about reply and then slowly moved my hips further forward.

As I dragged against each of Kate’s favorite spots, she let out sweet, soft moans.

However, even though she was completely absorbed in pleasure, Kate didn’t stop asking questions.

Kate: Jude, I…..feel so good…right now….I’m losing my mind….

Kate: Can you….say it more clearly….?

(….This woman’s way too worried if I’m feelin’ good or not.)

All she needed to do was surrender herself to the pleasure I was giving her, but she wanted both of us to feel good.

Each time that happened I felt this itchy sensation deep in my heart, like it’d been tickled by a feather…..

I could feel the presence of the thing called love.

(….Feels even weirder answerin’ without thinkin’ it’s a hassle.)

Jude: Guess ain’t no gettin’ ‘round it…..

Jude: ….Feels good, Kate.

Kate laughed as I brushed her bangs away from her sweaty forehead, and kissed her softly.

Kate: Hehe….hey, Jude….

Kate:……To be honest , I was hoping on your birthday, you’d say “I like you” or “I love you”…..

Kate: I kind of thought you’d say it….

Kate: But….this is plenty for now.

As if to say that she understood all the feelings I couldn’t express,

Kate smiled contentedly and caressed my cheek lovingly.

Illuminated by moonlight, Kate glowed brilliantly….giving the illusion of the moon falling from within reach.

(….Beautiful.)

Kate: ….Oh! But…..you can say them whenever you feel like it, okay? Words of love.

Jude:….If I feel like it.

When I brushed it off Kate pouted in dissatisfaction, and immediately I pressed my lips against hers.

In surprise, Kate tried to escape, but my tongue captured and entangled with hers.

(If I don’t say things like “I like ya” or “I love ya”, you’ll keep chasin’ me for ‘em.)

Just as I chase and cry for the moon, you can chase and cry for me too.

Just keep chasing me under a curse that will never be broken for all time.

I have no intention of telling her that….and I can’t let go yet.

Kate: Mmmm……Jude…..

The voice calling me in between kisses, dissolved all of my sense into a puddle.

Jude: …..Ya might’ve had ‘nough, but I ain’t had ‘nough.

Kate: Mm….the present?

When I attended Crown’s birthday party for me, Kate gave me a tasteful fountain pen as a gift.

It was chosen to match the same diameter of the pen I normally used,

'A tasteful fountain pen' was repeated in this line, but I dropped it because I felt it was redundant.

I’ve no intention of nitpicking about it now, and if you asked me to return it, I wouldn’t give it back.

Jude: Haven’t had ‘nough of ya .

Kate: Huh…..Oh!

I resumed the flow from earlier, and as Kate whimpered sweetly I bit her over and over again, sucking her up.

As I etched red marks into her skin, leaving behind traces of our love-making, Kate moved like she was trying to escape.

Jude: …..Oi, whadda tryin’ to run for?

Kate: B-because….if you leave marks there, I won’t be able to cover them with clothing…..

Jude: Tch…..yer tryna hide it now?

I was surprised that my retort carried a sulky tone to it.

….However, Kate didn’t notice the tone of my voice, but kept staring blankly at me.

Kate: …..Is that okay?

Jude: Is what okay?

Kate: Well….if the Crown members see it tomorrow morning, they’ll say something about it, right?

Kate: Jude, you seem bad with that sort of thing…..

Just as Kate said, some of the Crown guys might tease me if they saw the hickeys.

Or maybe they’ll just look on and not give a lick.

Jude: It’s fine ya don't do that…….Were ya avoidin’ me ‘cause ya were frettin’ over that?

Kate: …..Yeah, but if you don’t care Jude…..

Kate: Then I want you to leave lots of marks on me.

Kate:….Oh, I’m asking you to do everything again.

Jude: ….There’s nothin’ wrong with that.

You were the first to give me birthday wishes, kicked out those gits who attacked me, chose a gift that made me happy,

Called out to me with a soft, sweet voice, accepted me in deepest parts of you, and wanted to cater to me.

…..Kate might think it’s only natural since it’s my birthday, but it’s not just about getting someone to do something for you.

Jude: If that’s whatcha want, I’ll engrave ‘em on ya ‘til ya hate it.

This cursed, cursed night was far from being over.

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PLEASE, he is SO SWEET. The way he's slowly noticing emotions in himself that he thought no longer existed, and the fact that he can feel the presence of love inside of himself (when he feels that he out of all people wouldn't, and feels it's suffocating overall.) Ugh, I can't wait to see his character growth over time. And that BLUSH when he admits he hasn't had enough of her!

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p-taryn-dactyl · 1 month ago

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dreams on fire: an introduction

a/n: hi guys! i thought this was a fun idea, which came to me after watching Black Widow and all of the X-men movies. in this one, you (reader) is based off of one of my mcu ocs BUT since i hate the whole 'giving reader a first name' thing, Y/N is used and not my ocs name. also, warning, idk if none of the timeline stuff makes sense bc this is fanfiction word count: 2.1k warning(s): descriptions of torture, experimentation, and abandonment | if you don't like charles xavier then you're not in luck here | Y/N is gay, you're gay, what a surprise | blood and blame | the world is my oyster | um please don't hate this pairing(s): yelena x sister!reader & (potentially) valentina x fem!reader

plot: Yelena and Natasha weren't the only daughters of Melina, weren't the first family assigned to her. You're her first daughter, the one Melina had allowed Dreykov to study the difference in your genes. Now, after seeing your 'sister' on TV, you reach out to show her the world is only going to get crazier and that for what's coming, her team and your school needs to be alligned.

Yelena remembers only flashes of the Red Room, flashes that plague her dreams and wake her up in cold sweat, the screams of her victims and pleas of her sisters echoing throughout the walls. Tonight was no different, her dreams quickly turning to nightmares. But, new memories soon resurfaced, faces she had long forgotten making a reappearance.

This dream felt real, like she was back in the Void.

The hallway was cold and metal, screams bouncing off the walls and crashing into Yelena, sending her stumbling backwards as she tried to walk forward. The screams echoed, overlaying and intensifying until Yelena fell to her knees, hands over her ears.

“Bob? Bob, stop, please!” She cried out, mind reeling with the idea of Void returning. Only, nothing happened. Until the screams narrowed down into one voice, one terrified, painfilled screech.

“This isn’t him,” a voice, too familiar yet too distant, sounded behind her. Yelena shot around, hands now reaching for weapons she didn’t have. Her eyes widened as she took in the woman sitting on the floor behind her, back against the wall as she stared at Yelena.

Y/N Vostokova. The first daughter of Melina Vostokova, before Natasha, before Yelena, before her fake marriage to Alexei.

“Привет, сестренка.” You spoke, your voice soft and strained, like the screams had been coming from your throat. Yelena’s mind reeled, her eyes blinking like you were a phantom and could disappear at any moment. You sent her a small smile before standing, raising an eyebrow at Yelena who flinched at your movement.

“None of that now, I have something to show you.”

You held out your hand, watching the blonde who looked at it like it was a bomb. Eventually, she took your hand, allowing you to pull her to her feet. You didn’t let go of her hand, your warmth seeping into Yelena, the realness of your form confusing her. Instead, you linked your arm with hers, like you were just two friends on a stroll, and started walking down the hallway with ease. The screams started again, yet this time, they didn’t push against Yelena.

“The first time is always disorienting, though, you know what they say - you never forget your first.” Your teasing tone caused Yelena to stare at you, her expression incredulous. You shrugged, flinching slightly as the screams got louder, like you were approaching the source.

“What is going on, Y/N? How are you-”

“Alive?” You finished her question, your grip on her arm almost becoming painful. You scoffed, shaking your head as you took a deep breath.

“There are many things you don’t know, маленький паук, about the Red Room, about our world, about our mother.” Your voice broke on the last word, like it physically hurt you to remember her. Yelena jolted as you suddenly came to a stop, your eyes staring into a room, one that wasn’t there before. The doorway felt like it was both a few feet in front of Yelena but also a few miles. She felt her mind go hazy, the walls and the floors inverting on themselves. She stumbled against you, nausea building in her throat as she felt everything around her get brighter. Yelena felt warm, too warm, too real, hands cupping her face, pulling her focus back to you.

“Someone is waking you up. We can talk again later, сестренка.”

Your words were the last thing she heard before Yelena’s eyes shot open, arms flailing, fists attacking the figure shaking her shoulders.

“Hey, hey, hey! Stop that!” Ava’s voice centered Yelena, bringing her back to reality. Her fists fell limp against her mattress, all the fight drained out of her as her friend brushed her hair off of her forehead in concern.

“We could all hear you screaming, I phased through your door before one of the boys could break it down so you can thank me for that later,” Yelana laughed half-heartedly, swatting Ava’s hands away as she sat up.

“I had a nightmare,” she paused, looking down at her hands, the warmth from yours still lingering, “of someone who died a long time ago.”

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The next night, Yelena found herself slipping into a peaceful and deep slumber. Maybe it was the essential oils Bob had sprinkled over her pillows and room, maybe it was John’s reading Moby Dick out loud, or it could have been the white noise Ava projected over the speakers. Either way, she felt herself fall into sleep like one falls into a comforting hug.

The bed under her shifted, the soft mattress changing into a firm cushion. Light flickered in from a window she swore she closed the curtains on. Yelena’s eyes blinked open, sleep heavy on her limbs as she rubbed her eyes, looking around in shock as she realized where she was.

“Ah, the маленький паук awakens! Or, well, I should say, have fallen asleep since you’re technically sleeping right now.” Your voice alerted Yelena to your presence, her eyes finding you as you stirred coffee in a mug. You smiled at her, a real smile - not one weighed down by haunting screams. “I thought this may be a better location this time, since you don’t seem to have many places in your mind that give off comforting vibes.”

Yelena just stared at you, mouth agape as you, oblivious to the circus happening in the blonde’s thoughts, looked around the house.

“It is a nice house, even if it’s in Ohio. Very sturdy, very clean. Better than I ever had.” You sounded bitter towards the end, your smile growing strained as your eyes met with Yelena’s, the intensity causing her to move deeper into the couch. Rolling your eyes, you waved a hand in the air as if you were brushing off your memories.

“Bygones or whatever. It wasn’t your fault what happened to me, even though sometimes I wish I got it easy like you.”

The words, meant to hit Yelena hard, anger her, shot through Yelena like a bullet, causing her to leap off the couch, aimed to attack you. But you simply snapped your fingers and Yelena paused, mid-attack. Setting down your mug on a coaster, you took a seat in the leather recliner Alexei had bought, flicking your hand towards Yelena. The blonde, as if time was reversed, found herself back on the couch, her legs tucked under her and a cup of steaming tea in her hands.

“You think I had it easy?” Yelena spoke through gritted teeth, all confusion from what was happening overshadowed by your words. You smirked before picking up your mug again, your eyes softening as you shook your head.

“No. None of us did, I’m sorry. I’m working on the whole blaming others for my trauma thing, although it’s just so easy to do.”

You took a large sip of your coffee, eyes widening as you pulled the mug back to look at the coffee inside.

“Проклятие, this is good. Do you know how hard it is for me to get a good cup of coffee nowadays? It’s like British people are allergic to anything other than tea-”

“Y/N.”

The trembling in Yelena’s interruption made you pause.

“What is happening? How are you doing this? How are you alive? Melina, mama, mourned you - we all did, even if Natasha and I were mourning the time we never had with you.”

You stared at her, something unreadable in your eyes.

“You really don’t know?” Your question was soft, but sharp. It cut through Yelena, making her hands shake and slightly spill the hot tea. She jolted at the feeling, even more confused as to how this dream felt so real. You stood up, coffee gone - as if it was never cradled in your hands like a lifeline, your eyes a weight against Yelena’s chest as you stared at her.

“Pigs weren’t her first test subject,” you started, hand clenching and unclenching into fists at your side, “But at least she was able to choose to experiment on them. Dreykov made her hold me down, take my blood, my tissue, my DNA, and play with the electrical response in my synapses. Chemical subjugation or mind control is so easy to discover when you obtain a mind so moldable.” The last sentence sounded like you were imitating Dreykov, the harsh accent rolling off your tongue like thorns caught on skin. Yelena blinked, shaking her head.

“No, no - he only started everything after Natasha blew up his daughter and-”

“Сука, don’t tell me you really think that it all happened so fast? You really can’t be that dumb.” Gone was any warmth in your tone, any semblance of comfort had been seeped from the room. The walls now felt cold, the sun blocked out and the couch prickled under Yelena’s skin. Yelena’s breath started coming in bursts, realization solidifying into panic in her throat. She shook her head, standing up, raising her hands in the air.

“What the hell is this? You appear in my dreams, seemingly controlling them, ALIVE, tell me that Dreykov had been planning the subjugation for years and what? What for? What the hell is happening, Y/N?”

Your eyes widened and you bit the inside of your cheek, something flashing in your eyes as you looked at the woman in front of you, someone who in another life was your sister. You shook your head, drained from all the emotions. You collapsed back into the chair, crossing your arms like a protection.

“I saw you on TV,” You started, the simple sentence making Yelena also return to her seat, “part of the ‘New Avengers’,” you spoke with air quotes, smirking as Yelena glared, “and realized there are things you needed to know about. Not about Dreykov or Melina or the Red Room. I’m sorry for even bringing it up, emotions are always heightened in the dreamscape.” You seemed to relax after Yelena nodded, accepting your apology. She was too confused to hold a grudge. Amusement flashed in your eyes and you sat up, holding your face in your hands as your elbows balanced on your knees.

“By the way, who’s the woman who announced your team? I think I’ve seen her on the news but I was too focused on staring at her rather than learning her name.” You bit your lip, holding back a laugh as Yelena struggled to comprehend what you said, pure disgust painting her features.

“Valentina?!” She exclaimed, looking at you like you had two heads. You snapped, pointing at her.

“Yes! That’s it! Is she single?”

Yelena choked on air, shaking her head while pretending to gag. Your face dropped slightly and you narrowed your eyes at her.

“Are you homophobic? That would be crazy due to your haircut and your makeup and your general aesthetic-”

“No! I’m not homophobic! I’m Valentina-phobic though.”

You snorted, slapping your knee before once again looking serious.

“Okay but is she single?”

“Y/N! Gah, I think so? I don’t really care about her life that much.”

You nodded to yourself, not to subtly fist pumping the air next to your hip.

“This is great news, anyways, I think it’s time for you to wake up.”

Yelena felt like the air had been grabbed from her lungs, reality hitting her. For a moment, she had imagined what life could have been like with you and Natasha as her sisters. Her heart grieved for the sister she lost and the one she never had.

“What? No, it’s only been- it can’t have been longer than thirty minutes and you still haven’t explained everything.”

Your smile was knowing and tired as you stood up, the air and room around you fading away.

“I thought it would be easier if it felt like no time was passing. Sorry if it’s weird but you’ve definitely been asleep for a good eight hours,” your brow furrowed and you cocked your head to the side, “I think John Walker is making pancakes and Bob just asked for chocolate chips.”

Yelena focused, only hearing faint words, like someone was speaking underwater. When she opened her eyes, you had left the spot you were standing. She turned around quickly, seeing you open the front door, the outside an endless light. You waved goodbye, your expression telling her this wouldn’t be the last time she’d see you.

“Next time, we talk in person,” You promised, like it was written in the book of fate, “and maybe I’ll even find out for myself if Valentina is single.” Your laugh echoed as you left the room, influenced by Yelena exclamation of disgust.

As the dream fell apart and Yelena found herself waking up to the smell of fresh pancakes and coffee, there was a pit in her stomach.

Something was coming and you were the herald.

a/n: hi please don't hate this i have so many ideas. im also going back to my bestie!yelena Drabble/fic series bc i love it so much and thunderbolts has given my brain the kick it needed.

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x sister!reader #yelena belova x female reader #thunderbolts fanfiction

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sikyulioness · 6 months ago

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Heyyyyy, I love your stories. ❤❤❤❤

The first and second ones make my heart ache 🥺🥺.

Anyway, can you write a Jinwoo x reader where the reader is a cat that Jinwoo picked up and raised, then suddenly one day the cat turns into a human???

HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY!!✨

✨Of course here you go I hope you like it✨

My Master, My Love

A Solo Leveling Jinwoo x Reader Story

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It had started with a storm.

The rain had been relentless that night, drumming against the pavement as a lone figure hurried through the streets. Sung Jinwoo, now hailed as the world's strongest Hunter, barely flinched at the downpour. What was a little rain compared to the dungeons he had conquered?

But then, something made him pause.

A faint, pitiful sound—a meow.

He turned toward a dimly lit alleyway, where a tiny, shivering cat huddled against the wall, drenched and weak. His brows furrowed. The rational part of him told him to move on. He wasn’t exactly a pet person. He had a sister to take care of and a life filled with battles.

Yet, before he even realized it, he was crouching down, reaching out to the trembling creature.

“Hey there,” he murmured.

Golden eyes peered up at him, filled with a strange intelligence that made his chest tighten. Without thinking further, he picked you up, cradling your tiny form against his warm jacket. You didn't resist—too weak to protest, or maybe... maybe you had already decided to trust him.

That night, you became part of Sung Jinwoo’s world.

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At first, you were simply a stray he had taken in, a small, quiet companion in his vast, powerful life. Jinwoo wasn’t particularly experienced with pets, but he learned. He learned that you preferred fish over chicken, that you liked perching on his shoulder even when he was working, and that you had an uncanny ability to sense his moods.

When he came home from exhausting raids, covered in wounds and blood, you would curl up beside him, purring softly as if trying to heal him in your own way. And maybe, in a way, you did.

“(Y/N),” he sighed one night, watching as you batted at the pages of a book he was trying to read. “You’re spoiled, you know that?”

You just blinked at him, tail flicking as if to say, And whose fault is that?

Jinwoo chuckled, scratching behind your ears. “Yeah, yeah… mine.”

He never regretted picking you up that night.

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Then, one day, everything changed.

Jinwoo had gone out for a quick errand, leaving you lounging on his bed. It was an ordinary day—until an unbearable heat spread through your body. You tried to move, but a sharp pain wracked your limbs. It felt like something inside you was shifting, breaking apart and reforming.

And then—

Silence.

When Jinwoo returned home, he immediately sensed something was off. His senses, honed from countless battles, went on high alert. There was someone in his apartment.

A faint rustling came from his bedroom.

His shadows coiled, ready to strike, as he slowly pushed open the door—only to freeze.

There, sitting on his bed, wrapped in his blanket, was a girl.

A very, very familiar girl.

Golden eyes. Soft (H/C) hair. A slight tilt of the head that reminded him so much of—

“(Y/N)?” The name left his lips before he could stop himself.

The girl blinked, then smiled.

“Welcome home, Jinwoo.”

And just like that, his world flipped upside down.

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Jinwoo wasn’t an easy man to shock. He had faced monsters, kings, and literal gods. But seeing his tiny, fluffy cat turn into a breathtakingly beautiful woman? Yeah, that did the trick.

For the first few hours, he could barely function. His mind kept replaying the absurdity of it. You, now human, had laughed softly at his reaction, hugging his blanket around your frame as you patiently explained.

You didn’t know how it happened, only that one moment you were a cat, and the next, you weren’t. You weren’t human either—at least, not entirely. There was something… other about you. Something ancient.

Jinwoo, despite his disbelief, couldn’t deny it. After all, he had seen far crazier things in his life.

But even as he struggled to understand, one thing remained the same.

You were still his (Y/N).

Still the one who curled up beside him when he was tired.

Still the one who looked at him with unwavering trust.

Still the one who made his lonely world feel a little warmer.

And that realization hit him harder than any battle ever had.

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Days passed, then weeks. Jinwoo adjusted—somehow. He learned that you were just as mischievous in human form, stealing his hoodies, teasing him mercilessly, and still insisting on perching in his lap like you were still a tiny feline.

“You do realize you’re not a cat anymore, right?” he grumbled one evening, as you comfortably made yourself at home on his lap.

You grinned up at him. “Old habits die hard.”

He sighed, but his hands instinctively went to your hair, fingers combing through the soft strands. Just like before, you leaned into his touch, a content hum escaping your lips.

Jinwoo’s heart did something strange. Something dangerous.

He ignored it.

Or at least, he tried to.

But then there were the little things—the way you always waited for him to come home, the way you instinctively reached for his hand when you were nervous, the way you whispered his name like it was something precious.

And Jinwoo, the strongest Hunter in the world, found himself utterly, hopelessly weak.

One night, as you curled up beside him—just like old times—he finally gave in.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest. You stiffened slightly in surprise, before melting into his embrace.

“Jinwoo?” you murmured.

He buried his face in your hair, exhaling softly. “Stay.”

A pause. Then, a smile.

“Always.”

And with that, Jinwoo finally admitted what he had known all along.

You weren’t just a stray he had picked up.

You're no longer just his cat.

You were his home.

His love.

And he would never let you go

Till death do us part

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The End.

#sung jin woo #solo leveling #sung jinwoo #sungjinwooxreader #cat #✨fluff✨#shadow #dungeon #monsters #transformation #love #reader #y/n

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seospicybin · 1 year ago

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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART IV

Seungmin x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist

Synopsis: You and Seungmin become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (8,5k words)

Author's note: Enjoy the last part and let me know what you think about it :)

Even though you've been given the space that you asked for from Seungmin, being on your own makes you feel a little empty inside. Maybe you're so used to having him around and even when you're not in the same room, you know you can always find him nearby.

But this... having this much space doesn't help you find the answer. If anything, you find yourself unable to think or come close to a decision.

You're deep in your thoughts when Zane steps in, finding you lounging on the sun chair next to the cabana.

"Hi," he softly greets with a warm smile.

You return the smile, "Hi."

He comes closer and then sits on the end of the lounger, "How are you doing?"

You fold your hands in front of you and just say whatever is in your head, "I'm doing good," you reply with a normal answer.

Zane nods with his smile that doesn't wear off even for a second as he stares at your face.

"You have a nice smile," you compliment, "A nice, bright smile."

One compliment and he gets flustered already which you find very endearing.

"That's very nice of you. Thank you!" He says with a smile that grows bigger on his face.

He hesitantly places his hand on your knee and rubs his thumb on the skin that's warm from basking under the sun for some time.

"Are you comfortable with me?" He suddenly asks.

"Surprisingly yeah, I do feel comfortable," you honestly answer.

He slides his hand down to your shin, touching you as he speaks, "If you're comfortable with me... just know that my arms are open for you," he says.

Zane is not shy to be very open which is unlike most men you've met who chose to play it cool and have a superiority complex.

"My head is..." you pause to inhale air, "it's a mess right now."

He bobs his head, intently listening to you with his hand constantly rubbing up and down your shin.

"My attention has been shifted," you tell him.

He licks his lower lip and hesitantly asks, "To me?"

"To you, yeah," you confirm with a nod.

"With you, it's just... I don't know how to explain it. I just want to know you," you vaguely answer, unable to crack the need in your head into words.

"Probably because I offer a lot different than most of the men here," he says, sliding his hand down to wrap his hand around your ankle.

He squints as he looks at the sun then looks back at you with an intense stare into your eyes, "Fairly speaking, you haven't had a chance to learn about me," he says.

That's true. Things could have gone differently if Zane came before Seungmin and it's only fair if you give him the same chance you've given to Seungmin.

"Tell me something about yourself then," you let him have his chance.

Zane thinks for a moment for a piece of himself he wants to share with you.

"I grew up without a father so it's been just me and my mom.. all my life," he openly shares.

You didn't expect him to share a very personal thing about himself but you appreciate him for that.

"That's crazy because I went through the same thing too. My father walked out on me when I was five," you share back.

It's even crazier that you open up to him more than you intend to but maybe that proves a connection is there.

"I can relate to that cause I know the pain and that's something you and I could connect on a whole different level," Zane says, finding something in common with you that would help both of you to bond.

Zane rests his hand on your knee again and deeply looks into your eyes.

"I don't want you to think that I'm just my looks. There's far more than what you see," He adds with his smile disappearing from his face only to show you how earnest he is about his words. For now, you decide to take his words into account to see if there's a connection between you and him.

YOU: I'm getting to know Zane better but the fact that I care about Seungmin is making the whole situation even harder for me.

Something keeps tugging on your chest and as you go about your day, it keeps weighing you down and down, making it harder for you to breathe. You take advantage of the empty dressing room just to be with yourself but being alone with your own thoughts is not it either.

Someone walks into the room and your head turns to see who it is.

Vale makes his way to sit on the chair next to yours which is the one Adriana usually used to sit. He only smiles at you and does not say anything until he knows you accept his presence well.

"How are you?" Vale asks.

"I'm not doing good," you honestly say with a sad smile on.

Vale thinly smiles and rests both hands on the armrest of the chair.

"So... where are you at with Seungmin and Zane and all of your men?" He playfully asks as he leans back on the chair.

If there's someone you can safely share your deepest thoughts with it's with Vale so you let yourself open and pour all your worries to him to see if he can help you make up your mind. You pull your legs up and hug them as you sit facing him on your chair, "I feel bad to say it but I want to get to know Zane," you answer.

"Is it because he's hot?" He asks with a low laugh.

You chuckle at that, "Well, that's like ... my old tendency," you playfully respond.

"It was fun and game at first then I realized that there could be something deeper than that. That's one of the reasons why I am drawn to Zane," you explain as best as you can about the dilemma you're going through right now.

Vale does his thing of rubbing his beard as he talks, "What are you going to do now?"

You shake your head, feeling even more confused whenever someone asks you that.

"I honestly don't know," you honestly answer, "but I am leaning towards Zane at this moment."

You throw your head back and stare at the ceiling as you let yourself be completely open and bare.

"I don't know it's the connection that I have with Zane and that we could be a potential match or..." You rake your hair to the back and sigh, "I'm running from Seungmin."

It's not hard to know what Vale thinks, there's a big chance that he thinks it's the latter but the only one who knows what you truly feel is yourself, no one doesn't know how confusing it is for you. Your head feels like it's about to explode from all the thinking that it's taking a toll on you and tears are forming in your eyes as you stare at the void.

"I don't know what to do," you mutter with a quivering voice.

Vale grabs your hand and holds it tight, letting you know that you're not alone and you have his back.

"I don't want to give you unsolicited advice or preaching you but do you want to hear what I think?" He politely asks.

You nod with tears already pooling on the corner of your eyes and you quickly dab it with the heel of your hand.

Vale leans forward and looks at you as he utters his thoughts at you, "I think it would be unfortunate to see your abandonment or trust issues get in the way of your connection," he says.

However, Vale decides to not force his thought on you, he places his other hand on you, sandwiching your hand between his.

"You have a big decision to make because if you choose Zane then you'll lose Seungmin," Vale simplifies things for you.

You're aware of the things you could've gained and lost if you choose one over another because apparently, you can't have it all and the world sucks like that.

YOU: This is one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make [exhales air]

The amount of make-up you put on wouldn't be enough to cover what you truly feel underneath. Your head is close to short-circuiting from thinking day in and day out, trying to find the answers to everything. However, Zane always finds you there, sitting alone, and uses it as a chance to make a move on you. You don't mind at all, you need all the distraction you need but more importantly, some assurances from him.

"What's up?" He asks, taking a seat opposite you.

You stay quiet and assess yourself to find an answer to his simple question.

"There's like... a whirlwind in my head," you answer a few minutes too late.

He looks a little concerned by your answer, "Yeah?"

"I just need to know if this," your hand gestures to him and you, "this connection is real."

Zane understands what you're actually asking him. He leans forward with his elbows planted against his knees, "I think you're beautiful. I think you're sweet. I like your personality, your attitude, I like you as a whole person."

You smile and nod at his compliments, letting him finish with what he has to say to you.

"I think you might be the one," he confidently says.

And that takes you aback. You know that he's not the type to hesitate talking his thoughts out loud but that's just blew you away.

"Do I make you nervous?" He asks with a shy smile.

You stifle a nod.

"There's no one else in this villa that I'm attracted to like that," he adds.

You're not yet able to wrap your head around the fact that Zane is a sweet guy which is the opposite of what he looks like. But you need more than just his good intentions.

"I need to know if there's something there," you tell him.

"There's something there. No doubt," he says with so much faith in his words.

You can't tell if he wants to impress you or if he has that much faith in you two, you can only chuckle and admire his confidence.

"I would love it if we share a bed tonight," His confidence fades a little as he asks you that.

"You know, just to explore our connection," he immediately adds, not wanting to give you the wrong ideas.

Well, that has been your intention all along, to find out if this connection is real or not. However, it's not going to be easy when you have someone's feelings to consider.

"I'll think about it," you tell him.

YOU: If I don't explore things with Zane, then I'll never know if it was a real connection. On the other hand, I really do like Seungmin and I care a lot about him so what am I supposed to do? [Cries] Fuck!

Seungmin is giving you the space you need so he has no idea where things stand between you and Zane or how far you have known each other but he's hoping to hear something from you.

The day almost ends when you finally come up to him and ask, "Can I talk to you?"

Seungmin doesn't want to expect because he doesn't want to be disappointed but he can't help hoping to hear good news from you soon. He follows you to the dressing room and sits on the chairs next to each other. A couple of minutes have passed and you haven't started talking yet.

He looks at you and puts on a smile, "You know you can talk to me."

You return the smile with a sad one and lay your hands flat on your thighs, "You know that I like you and I don't feel what I feel for you for anyone else," you begin.

By you saying that, he guesses that you have something unpleasant to tell him afterward so he prepares himself for the worst.

"Yes," he nods.

"But I... I'm going to sleep with Zane tonight," you say in one breath, not wanting to have to repeat those words to him.

Seungmin always thinks no matter what the situation is he can be mature and handle it well but this hurts. He manages to stay calm but his heart shatters, it's certainly not what he hoped to hear from you.

"I do care about you and that's why I'm telling you this," you say with a trembling breath.

"Okay," he casually responds because that's what his brain can compute at the moment.

You look down at your hands on your lap and sniffle, "I hope you understand that I don't want to walk out of here and wonder 'what if?' I need to see how it goes," you explain.

He understands your good intentions in telling him about this but he can't help it, it's painful to know that you choose someone else over him.

"Thank you for telling me," he calmly says without showing how disappointed he is about this.

You let a moment pass to let everything sink in and then ask, "What do you think?"

Well, what do you think? Seungmin has no other choice but to tell you how he truly feels.

"It's fucking sucks," he bitterly says, letting his anger erupts for a split second.

"I told you I feel something for you that I've never felt with anyone else. I want you in my bed," he utters everything he wants but not getting from you.

He holds the armrest of the chair so hard his knuckle turns white, he quietly inhales air to calm himself down and then continues talking.

"But if you feel like that is your chance at happiness then that's something that I have to give to you," he concludes.

In the end, everyone wants to be happy even though he has to be the one not getting his own happiness, he's willing to do that for you.

"I don't know if this is my chance at happiness, I still need to figure it out," you say with another sniffle.

He can't believe that the first time he feels a sense of love toward someone like this it would hurt this much which only makes him realize how genuine and tremendous his feelings for you.

SEUNGMIN: People say that if you love someone, you set them free and that's what I'm doing here.

In his profession, this is what they call a curveball. It's something difficult and unpleasant to deal with, one that he can't hit away because he didn't see it coming in the first place.

"Aren't you going to bed?" You lowly ask.

Seungmin stares at the void instead of looking at you, "I just need a minute," he says.

You take it as a sign to leave, you rise from your chair and head for the doorway. You stop on the way out to look over your shoulder to say, "Goodnight."

Without looking, Seungmin answers back, "Goodnight."

When he's finally alone in the room, he leans back on his chair and stares at the ceiling as his heart breaks into smithereens.

There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Seungmin can only try to put on a brave face but he's struggling so hard when he sees you on the bed with someone else.

"Oh, no," he can hear someone quietly mutter when he steps into the bedroom.

Everyone can see what is going on in the room, how he walks to his bed with his soul feeling like it has left his body and it's merely just the vessel.

He has to share it with the new girl by default and worse is, the bed is right next to yours and he can hear the low chatter between you and Zane.

"Do you like cuddling?"

"I am, yeah."

"That's just perfect."

Seungmin lays on his bed trying to shut the world and into his head, reminding himself of what kind of person he is, it's a shame that it doesn't work out with you so it's time to give his time to someone who truly acknowledges his worth.

At the end of the day, Seungmin is relieved that he stands his ground and that he will never be the person who has to persuade someone to be with him.

SEUNGMIN: I really like her but this seems like the end for us.

The morning comes and you feel like waking up in an alternate universe. There's nothing wrong with Zane, he's a great guy and you like sharing a bed with him. This feels nice but feels wrong at the same time and you don't know how that happens. He smiles when he notices you're already awake, turning to the side to face you so he can look at your face.

"I can get used to this," he says with a foolish grin on his face.

There's no denying that he likes you and you can see that from the way he treats you, and how he makes you feel comfortable around him but instead of feeling assured, you feel more befuddled.

The lights are on and everyone starts to wake up as well, sleepy faces and all. You refuse to see the bed next to you because you know how that'll make you feel.

"How's everyone sleep?" Elliott asks around while half yawning.

"Good," Jeff shortly replies.

The others give various answers but they're mostly positive then when it comes to Seungmin, you immediately shrink in your bed.

"I didn't sleep at all," He answers.

Everyone knows the reason why but they choose not to meddle further into his business and Lana comes just in time.

"Good morning, everyone."

"Morning, Lana!" Zane excitedly responds, putting his hand on you.

"As we approach the end of the retreat, it is time for our more established couples to start looking towards the future and how their relationships might progress in the outside world," she announces.

You don't know where you stand right now because your head feels like it's been splitting in so many ways, you don't know where you are anymore.

"For those of you who are struggling to commit to a single emotional connection, it is time to focus your energy and make a choice."

Welp, that's you. Lana specifically says that to you and you shrink further in your bed, tempted to hide under the cover like a fucking loser.

"Please consider this today as you do not have long left."

It's like Lana doesn't care about how much pressure she just adds onto you.

"Goodbye," she finishes with a grim farewell.

YOU: Waking up next to Zane feels good but I feel guilty about Seungmin and it only confuses me so much more than before.

The day has just started but it seems like it won't get any better. Vale comes into the dressing room while the girls are still doing their makeup, knocking on someone's closet to get everyone's attention.

"Can you guys gather in the cabana in 10 minutes?"

"Wh–what is it?" Adriana asks in confusion with only one fake eyelash on.

"Is it Lana?" You ask, carefully sipping your coffee.

"Just come to the cabana," he says, skipping on explaining why everyone has to come.

You decide to do your eye makeup later and apply mascara so your eyes won't look tired, not forgetting to put on a tinted lip balm before heading to the cabana with the girls.

The rest are already waiting in there and you guess it must be Lana, you start to get nervous that your time to make a decision has come.

"Which one of you guys broke the rules?" Tom asks.

"No one breaks any rules," Vale says with a chuckle.

Once everyone settles in their seats, Vale gets up and takes a stand in front of everyone. He puts his hands in front of him and then rubs them together.

"So guys, I have something to say here," he starts.

You look up at him because he's just that tall and listen to what he has to say.

He looks at everyone and continues, "My time here has been great."

"No..." Elliott softly gasp.

You don't want to assume but you know what it's about and you don't want to hear it. Everyone seems to get to where he's heading with this conversation.

"No, no!" Adriana exclaims in denial.

Vale sadly chuckles at her reaction and continues talking, "But it's time for me to go."

Everything becomes a blur with tears clouding your eyes and when you close them, you feel tears roll down both of your cheeks, hot and wet, full of sadness.

"It's just what's best and I'm not sad about it, honestly, guys," Vale's voice is trembling in places.

You keep closing your eyes even though you know you can't avoid the reality but it helps you from breaking down.

"I've learned a lot. I made friendships and got to know a group of amazing people here," Vale keeps going with his speech.

You hear sniffles and groans around you, guess you're not the only one brokenhearted by this sudden exit.

"In order for me to progress and get to the next level of personal growth, I would've needed to make an emotional connection, and that—" Vale has to pause to get ahold of his emotions.

"I didn't find that here so uh—" he can't even finish his words without getting emotional.

Vale knows what he wants but he can't find it here so he decides to take himself out of the equation to find it somewhere else and you know Vale will find it, he will because he deserves everything in life if not more.

"It's important that you guys know that it's been amazing here. The best part of this is this," he gestures to everyone in the room, "you guys."

Vale has been nothing but a positive energy in the villa, his kindness and his gentle presence are one of a kind and everyone acknowledges that his exit would make a hole in their hearts.

Tom is holding back his tears to say something to him, "Thank you for being such a positive energy in here, man I– I'm genuinely upset that you leave," he says, choking on his words in the middle.

When it's your turn to bed a farewell, you hug him tightly and cry even harder into his chest. You know it's for the better but you just can't stop the tears from streaming down your face. You can't accept the fact that he leaves at a time when you need him the most.

"You'll figure it out," he mutters on the top of your head as he tenderly rubs your back.

YOU: He's like a big brother to me, he helps me become the person I've become so far I–I'm so devastated that he's leaving [cries]

You take a moment to process Vale's unexpected exit on your own in the bedroom. You get to make peace with it once you remind yourself that it's not the end of your friendship and you'll eventually meet again, one day in the outside world.

You see the bedroom door swing open and see Adriana come through it.

"Hey," she says while quietly closing the bedroom door behind her.

"Hey," you weakly reply, wiping your snotty nose.

She comes to your bed then sits cross-legged facing you, "Just want to check on you. Are you okay?"

You put on a thin smile and prop a pillow behind your head, "I'm okay," you answer.

She nods then takes the cushion into her lap, squeezing on it as she tries to check on your true condition, "How are things?"

It seems like she's no longer asking you about Vale, she asks you about the Zane-Seungmin question. Considering that you don't have much time, you're open to any advice at this point.

"I don't know what to feel. I'm so confused," you honestly answer.

"Do you... feel unfulfilled with Seungmin?" She carefully asks, not trying to offend you in any way.

"No," you immediately reply.

"It's just that when I look at Zane, it's just different from when I look at Seungmin but at the same time, I like Seungmin a lot."

Words can't even justify how you feel and how tangled your thoughts are inside your head.

"I see but do you see a deeper connection with Zane?"

You lightly shake your head, "I don't know."

You take a deep breath and not letting yourself get emotional this time, "I feel like I've been through this so many times because in the past every time a guy came by and caught my attention, I'd immediately jump ship," you share.

Adriana repeatedly nods while her hands are playing with the tassels on the cushion, "Is it because you're not ready for a deeper connection with Seungmin that you're scared?"

That question hits you right in the chest, you know the true answer to that, "I'm scared."

If you pursue Zane, do you think you're making the same mistake you did in the past?" She asks another hard-hitting question.

You can't find the answer to it, "I don't know."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know," you desperately sigh.

"What is your heart telling you to do?"

You can't find the answer again, "I don't know."

Adriana nods again and tries to conclude what she gets from your answers. She reaches for your shoulder and gently rubs it.

"I think what you and Seungmin have is so beautiful. It'd be sad if you throw that away just because you're scared."

It's indeed beautiful and you don't know why you want to throw that away.

YOU: My head is... all over the place so I'm going to have to give myself some time alone to think.

Everyone in the dressing room is startled to hear the cone chimes. It startles you more that Lana calls for your name the first thing she comes online.

"Yes, Lana?" You answer with a groggy tone.

"Please, can I talk to you privately in the cabana?" Lana politely asks but it's not a question, it's a command.

"Right now?"

"Yes, immediately."

Everyone is giving you uneasy glances but you hurriedly finish your makeup, applying some colors to your cheek before heading to where Lana asks you to be. It feels strange to be there by yourself, you choose to sit in the middle of the sofa and face the cone.

Lana chimes once more and goes straight to business, "As you know, I'm here to help you make deeper, more meaningful connections. I can see you are struggling to commit to just one person."

You guess that Lana has given you the time to make a decision but it's the last chance she's going to give to you. You keep gulping air because you're not ready yet, your mind goes two different ways at once.

"With the retreat nearing an end, I'm offering you the opportunity to make a choice once and for all," Lana says.

You know it's going to end up with Lana taking matters into her own hands and you don't know if that's a good thing.

"You must choose only one to take on a date and in doing so, finally commit to one connection."

You ball your hands into fists on your lap, feeling a mix of feelings and your head is close to exploding.

"Oh, my god," you breathlessly gasp, "I don't know, Lana. I don't know."

Lana doesn't want to hear another excuse from you to avoid making decisions, "You have 15 minutes to make a decision."

Your heart palpation and you feel so stressed thinking about your choices and what's going to happen if you choose one over another.

As you delve deeper into your head and heart, you find yourself in a moment of clarity and realize that Zane is your comfort zone. The reason why you're drawn to him is because he offers something new but there's nothing deeper there.

On the other hand, Seungmin is out of your comfort zone because he actually takes you to new emotional places and you feel things more deeply with him hence why you're so scared.

Fifteen minutes pass in the blink of an eye and Lana asks you the final question, "Who do you choose to go on a date with you?"

There's a part of you that has to decide if you want to be this new person leaving this retreat. You look into yourself once again to find the answer and once you find it, you steadfastly answer, "I choose..."

YOU: This is the hardest decision I've ever had to make and I hope it's the right decision.

Even though he's angry, Seungmin so badly wants you to come back to him but he should bury that deep in his heart. You seem to have come to a decision and it's not him. Last night was the proof of it and that assures him that he shouldn't wait in uncertainty.

Now that there's nothing he can do more here, he considers leaving the retreat like Vale did but he has to hold that thought when the cone in the bedroom chimes and he's the only one there.

"Seungmin," Lana calls his name.

Seungmin fumbles to get up from his bed and sits on the edge of the bed, "Yes, Lana?"

"I have given her the chance to choose between you and Zane to go on a date," Lana informs.

Something warm floods his heart but he won't let it blossom until he knows for sure what he's about to hear is good news.

"She has chosen to go on a date with you," Lana continues.

He needs a moment to register that information into his brain but Lana is urging him to answer her next question.

"Seungmin, will you agree to attend?"

He should be happy to hear that you chose him but that also gives him an impression that you have a fickle mind and he's not sure if he wants to deal with that.

"I must press you for an answer," Lana urges him, "Will you attend?"

After everything that happened, Seungmin doesn't know if he wants to do this.

SEUNGMIN: If she chooses to come back to me, I don't know what I'm going to do but I want to hear what he has to say.

The date is located on the part of the villa Seungmin has never been to. He walks there dressed neatly for a date, a date that he didn't expect to happen under this kind of circumstance. He arrives there to see you sit with your back facing the entrance and not acknowledging his presence until he places his hand on your shoulder.

"Oh, my God!" You gasp to see him there.

You shoot up from your chair to exchange a quick hug with him and he can't lie, he misses the warmth of your body against him.

"I think we need to talk about this," he says as he lets go of the hug.

"Yes," you answer.

He takes the seat opposite you and places his hands under the table, ready to listen to what you have to say. But before that, he has something to say to you.

"Last night, when you told me you were going to sleep with Zane. It made me realize that I don't want to be away from you but I obviously don't want to force you to be with me," he starts.

These past few days have been overwhelming, draining him both physically and mentally, he doesn't want to go through the same thing, hanging in uncertainty and not knowing where you lead him.

"I've never felt this way to someone before but I can't do this if you're going to constantly have these doubts," he continues.

Seungmin places his hands on the table and stacks them together in front of him. It's time to ask you the question that he's sure you already have the answer to because why would he bother to be here if it wasn't for that?

"My question remains the same. What do you want?"

SEUNGMIN: I need her to communicate with me and be open and honest. Otherwise, I'm about to walk away forever.

For the last hour, you've been anxiously waiting whether he'd come or not to the point that your body shakes and your palms are sweating. Deep down, you know you deserve it if he chose to stand you up but Gosh, you can't imagine how devastated you would be.

Seungmin is here now and it's such a great relief, and now he demands the answer to his question: What do you want? Before you get to that, you owe him an apology for what you did. You swallow air before start speaking.

"The decision I made last night was very selfish and hurts you a lot. I'm sorry," you sincerely apologize.

Your body is shaking still but it's for a different reason, opening up yourself to someone is scary but you have to try. You grip the hem of your dress for something to hold on to.

"I know that I have a connection with you and I know that it's real. When I look at you, I get this feeling that I've never had before but I also don't understand it in a way," you utter your thoughts as best as you could.

Seungmin wants you to be open and that's what you're doing right now, you're ignoring how your chest hurts as you let your heart out.

"Trust me when I say I was really pushing myself to walk away from you because I am terrified," you bite back your tears and swallow them down to continue talking, "I am terrified because I felt like you are going to leave me at some point."

Seungmin has been getting nothing from you and accepting everything as it is when in fact you owe him an explanation of why you did what you did.

"It all goes back to when I was five when my father walked out on me and that made me think that I'm not worthy of love, that I'm not good enough."

The more you try to keep the lump in your throat the more it feels like it burns you like a hot coal. You let them spill, letting your tears flood your eyes and down your cheeks.

"I find myself doing this a lot in the past because I don't want to get hurt. I'm just trying to protect my heart," you barely made it to the end of the sentence without getting choked on your tears.

"That was an easy defense mechanism but I understand," Seungmin says.

His hand makes its way to you and not stopping until he finds your hand, he holds it tight in his. He smiles as he looks into your teary eyes.

"Thank you for opening up," he mutters.

"I've never done this before. I've never opened my heart to anyone, ever," you tell him with a trembling voice.

You quickly wipe your tears with the back of your hands even though they won't stop coming out of your eyes.

"I'm scared shitless right now," you admit with a dry chuckle.

He stares into your eyes with the warmth that you missed terribly much, giving you this instant sense of comfort you can't find anywhere else.

"I feel things and I don't know if it's love because I've never been in love before," you confess.

You bravely hold his gaze as you look into his eyes and in those eyes, you find the strength to finally give him your answer, "But I want to know what it is and I want to do it with you.”-

YOU: It was scary but I'm glad I'm taking that step and I want this, I want to explore this to the fullest with him.

This is exactly what Seungmin wanted to hear from you and now he gets it, he thinks that it's beautiful how you come out of your shell, shedding a layer of yourself and letting him see more of you.

"I'm just going to be honest," he says.

He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb as he speaks, "When I'm looking at you, I know what I feel is love," he openly tells you.

It's a new feeling but he knows for sure that it's love and it's pure, intense, and overpowering, he loves you and that feels right.

You brush your tears with the heel of your hand and smile at him, "Thank you for seeing me, coming here for me," you mutter.

You hold his hand back and intertwine your hand with his, "Thank you for being so patient," you add.

With you, Seungmin learns that loving someone means giving that someone power over him and he doesn't mind that because it's not a sign of weakness, it's a sign of strength.

"It sounds like we're both going to take a big step together into the unknown," he says with a soft smile.

You nod with a smile on your tears-streaked face, "But this time, we have each other," you finish his sentence.

And with you, Seungmin gets to know that he can have this much love inside of him and he can share it with someone yet he'll never run out of it.

The chime on both of your watches takes you by surprise. Seungmin rises from his seat and comes up to you, holding his hand out at you to help you get up from your chair. He holds your face with both hands and looks at your face, a face that he longs to see, and then slowly, he leans in to kiss you.

The kiss is such a long time coming, it breaks his heart open and ails his pain. He pours out the content of his heart into this kiss, hoping that you get to feel it through his lips how sincere and how deep his feelings for you are.

He breaks the kiss to say something to you, "You are worthy of love."

He holds the sides of your face with eyes overflowing with fondness, "You are good enough."

With all of his heart, he says the three words that have been on the tip of his tongue, "I love you."

And then he seals those words with a long, lingering kiss on your forehead.

SEUNGMIN: To see her finally take this step, face her fear, and put it out there for me [smiles] this moment is everything.

The first thing you do when you get back to the villa is to find Zane. You have so much respect for him to not give him an explanation on why you chose Seungmin.

In the bedroom, you find him lying on his bed and he looks like he knows that you chose Seungmin and went on a date with him.

"Hey, how are you doing?" You ask, sitting on the bed next to his.

He gets up to sit on the bed and fixes his shirt, "Good. You?"

"Good," you shortly answer.

You carefully pick your words before letting them out but it's always best to start with an apology, "I want to apologize for not choosing you."

Zane gets quiet for a moment then he scratches the back of his head, "I'm disappointed because I did not see that coming."

"Well, I think you're an amazing guy, inside and out," you genuinely compliment him because that's what he's been to you, an amazing guy.

"Thank you."

"But I have this connection with Seungmin, a connection that I've never felt before and I want to explore it with him," you explain.

Zane nods and folds his leg under him, "It's okay. I think I had my hopes up too high but I'm not mad at you."

It's a great relief that he has the heart to accept your rejection well and you appreciate him so much, he really is a great guy and he deserves more.

"Thank you for understanding and once again, I'm sorry," you apologize one more time because it feels like you're not apologizing enough.

Zane puts on a smile, "I appreciate your apology and honestly, I just want you happy."

It's heartwarming to know that he wishes good things for you and you're grateful that things end well between the two of you.

"Thank you, Zane," you say again.

You both get up from the bed to end things on a good note with a nice, friendly hug.

Tonight has been bittersweet.

But mostly, you are thankful for so many things. You are grateful for Seungmin and his patience despite you putting him through so much. You are grateful for Zane who has been so understanding. Lastly, you are grateful for you for allowing yourself to be vulnerable.

Things wouldn't have ended like this with Seungmin's head resting on your lap and everything goes back into its place. You tenderly brush his fluffy hair and caress his cheek, getting that feeling that you're exactly where you should be.

"It's going to be okay now," you mutter to him.

Seungmin softly smiles and catches your hand to place a kiss on it, "It is now."

YOU: I appreciate this moment so much and I'll remember this for all my life [smiles]

A part of you can't believe that you have come to the end but this is it, this is the last day of the retreat.

You wake up with a smile as you turn your head to the side and see Seungmin there. You nuzzle your head, peppering his cheek and jaw with soft kisses then put your arm across his chest.

"My handsome man," you murmur as you place another kiss on his cheek.

He gets back to you by burying his head in your neck and tickles you there, his teeth faintly scraping the thin skin. Lana's chime interrupts the playful moment.

"Welcome to your final day in the retreat," Lana says.

Everyone is cheering in reaction and Jeff throws a cushion across the room, "Let's make the most of it!" He excitedly shouts.

"Later on today, I'll announce who has won the $79,000 prize fund," Lana informs.

"Guys..." Seungmin calls everyone.

All the heads in the room are turning to him now and Seungmin pushes himself up to sit with his back against the headboard of the bed, "I'm deeply sorry but we spent 40 grand last night," he mutters with a regretful expression.

You see everyone reacts differently but what catches your attention is the way Adriana's jaws hang open and the way Tom's eyes widen once they hear what Seungmin said.

"What?" Devon gasps, holding her hair out of her ear.

You exchange a look with Seungmin then nods, "False alarm, everybody!" He announces that it's just a joke.

That seems to knock down the tension that is about to build in the room. You point toward Tom and Adriana's bed and burst into laughter, "Your faces... oh, my gosh!"

"There are 12 hours left of my retreat. Use them wisely," Lana finishes.

YOU: We were the most persistent rule breakers but now our connection is something deeper than that [smiles]

While everyone else is busy talking about who's likely to win the prize money, you use the time to have a look back on how far you've grown in this retreat.

It's obvious that you've been through a lot but that allowed you to learn a lot of lessons, you learned to let your guard down, you learned that it's okay to feel loved and to deserve love, to let love in and be vulnerable. The one thing you learned the hard way is that the next best thing isn't always the next best thing.

This retreat has taught you a lot and you're proud of what you have become, a different person from when you first came into the retreat.

This time, you feel anything but nervous as you walk to the cabana. You can't believe that you're saying this but you're just sad that it's coming to an end.

One thing for sure is you're not going to miss hearing that melodic chime.

"Hi, everyone."

"Hello, Lana!" You cheerily reply.

"As you know, the prize fund now stands at $79,000."

"That's a whole lot of money," Tom comments while rubbing his hands together.

"Since your arrival in the retreat, I've been observing your behavior. Your ups and downs, your mistakes and breakthroughs.

"She knows everything. She's kind of nosy, eh?" Cara jokingly says, earning a few laughs from here and there.

"Now, it's time to announce my finalists," Lana further informs.

YOU: She knows everybody's journey so I trust Lana's decision.

"While I acknowledge that you have all shown impressive emotional development. I have identified four individuals who stand out for their transformative journeys."

Seungmin thinks that you must have the same mind with him that regardless of who wins the money, you both are happy to have met each other here and that is something that no one can value with material things.

And no matter who wins, he'll be happy for them.

"The first finalist is... Devon and Elliott. I have decided to nominate you together as a couple."

Everyone gives them a round of applause as they take a stand while Lana explains the list of things that earned them a spot as finalists.

Everyone gets tensed once again as Lana is about to announce the next two finalists and would likely win the money.

"The next finalist is... Seungmin."

It's not about the money to him, Seungmin feels proud that his growth is being acknowledged and it feels somehow rewarding. He looks down at you and wishes that you take the next spot because you grow so much in the retreat and fuck anyone who says that he's being biased, he knows you deserve it.

Just like Lana reads through his mind, she calls for your name as the last finalist. He enthusiastically takes you into a hug and having a moment together.

"As a pair, you have empowered each other to change. Therefore, you too, are nominated as a couple," Lana announces.

Everyone gives you two a round of applause too and Adriana is the one who can't stop squealing in happiness. He holds your hand because it feels like he's about to float away from this much happiness.

"Finalists, please make your way to the beach and await further instructions," Lana orders.

SEUNGMIN: I feel like she deserves it more from how much she has grown in this retreat. But to stand as finalists together... it's just perfect [Grins]

As you wait for everyone back in the cabana to vote, Elliott pops open the bottle of champagne and the white wine spurts out of it. he hurriedly fills the glasses and initiates a toast.

"Cheers!" Everyone exclaims as glasses are clinking against each other in the middle.

"Who would have thought the most spending couples become the finalists, huh?" Elliott says.

You chuckle once you swallow down your wine and say, "Well, not me."

The sun is sinking lower into the horizon when the rest of the guests are finally joining you on the beach. A few more bottles of champagne are being opened and glasses are being passed around.

while we wait for Lana to come, everyone is reminiscing about their time here in the retreat, both good and bad, they're just as precious.

It turns quiet when the cone chimes in and probably for the last time, ever.

"Hello, everyone," Lana greets.

"Hi, Lana!" You sweetly respond. Oh, how you're going to miss it.

"During your time at my retreat, you have broken the rules 14 times," Lana informs.

"Geez!" Jeff exclaims.

"Y'all was having too much fun," Tom grumbles then breaks a laugh after.

"Throughout your stay, I've observed people commit to the process and ultimately make a significant change."

Adriana raises her champagne flute to the air and says, "It's all thanks to you Lana."

Everyone agrees with her and also raises their glasses to the air to give Lana a toast.

"Finalist, your fellow retreat guests have been voting for the winning couple and the time has come to announce the winners."

Your heart is pounding and at times, you feel like it's about to jump out of your chest. You hold Seungmin's hand before getting up from your seats per Lana's order.

"The votes have been counted and only one couple can check out with the $79,000 prize fund."

Seungmin pulls you close to his side with a hand resting on the small of your back. He looks at you and you look back at him, you both couldn't ask for more but who can say no to that much money?

"The winning couple by 6 votes to 1 is..."

You suddenly turn deaf from all the screams and cheers coming your way, not realizing that Lana has announced the winners. Once it hits you that you are the winner along with Seungmin, you let out a high-pitched scream.

YOU & SEUNGMIN: $79,000 whoo!

YOU: [Looks at Seungmin] What the fuck??

SEUNGMIN: [Laughs]

It turns into a hugging fest in a minute but it's also a farewell to everyone. Seungmin lets himself savor the moment because it's one that he'll never get to experience again.

"We're all winners! Let's party!" Jeff shouts.

More bottles are popped open and the glasses are being refilled with more wine, everyone is having fun and enjoying the last moment in the retreat with the beautiful sunset in the background.

Everyone is busy having fun and forgets that Lana hasn't done talking yet. She comes one last time to deliver the last announcement, one that Seungmin anticipates the most.

"My retreat is officially over. The rules no longer apply."

He wastes no time to pull you close and kisses you hard like he wanted. It blows his mind that he gets to kiss you as he pleases as of now and other than that, it's the future that awaits him and you. It's exciting but also scary but you know what?

With you, Seungmin has no reason to be afraid.

SEUNGMIN: It was such an amazing experience.

YOU: And we can't wait to get out of here so we can f—

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