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Three Course Meal - LH44

SYNOPSIS: Sometimes going down a rabbit hole on Instagram can lead you to one of the best nights in your life.

PAIRINGS: Lewis Hamilton x black!fem!OC (Scarlett Siren) (faceclaim @/trapezoidmouth)

WARNINGS: sexual innuendos/jokes/mentions, sexual content, cursing.

RATED M/Minors DNI (sex work is work)

TAGLIST: @cocobutterqwueen @httpsserene @mauvecherie-writes @yeea-nah @alika-4466 @saintslewis @cherry2stems @certifiedlesbianbaddie @serpenttines-library @peyiswriting @motheroffae @hrlzy @xoscar03 @perfecttrashface @purplelewlew @saturnville @trentswrld

A/N: This is rather long, like almost 10k words. This will only be one part.

The Introduction - Monaco Grand Prix, 2023

Lewis lounged on the couch of his Monaco penthouse, feeling the weight of another grueling F1 season pressing down on him. The glamorous life of a world champion had its perks, but it could also be surprisingly mundane. Tonight was one of those nights – nothing to do, no events to attend, just the persistent hum of boredom and a touch of restless energy.

He picked up his phone, scrolling through social media with a lack of interest, idly liking a few posts here and there. As he navigated through his Instagram feed, his eyes were drawn to a series of suggestions on his For You page. One profile stood out among the rest: @ScarlettSiren.

The profile picture showed a captivating woman with striking features, her eyes glimmering with a mixture of allure and mischief. Curiosity piqued, Lewis tapped on the profile. The grid that appeared was a visual feast – a stunning array of provocative photos, each one more tantalizing than the last. He hesitated for a moment, remembering the countless times his friends had warned him to steer clear of OnlyFans models and pornstars.

"Man, you don’t need that kind of drama in your life," they’d say. "Stick to the models and escorts if you must, but stay away from those girls."

But something about @ScarlettSiren was different. There was an undeniable magnetism that pulled him in, a sense of raw, unfiltered sensuality that set her apart from anyone he’d encountered before. Against his better judgment, Lewis began to explore her profile more deeply.

He found himself captivated by her presence – the way she moved, the way she looked at the camera as if she were looking right through the screen and into his soul. Her bio mentioned that she was an OnlyFans creator, and Lewis felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness.

Without thinking too much about it, he clicked on the link to her OnlyFans. The page that loaded was an extension of the allure he’d felt on Instagram. Exclusive content, private messages, and the promise of a more intimate connection with the enigmatic Scarlett.

Lewis’s heart raced as he subscribed, a sense of anticipation buzzing through him. Almost immediately, he received a welcome message from her.

ScarlettSiren: "Hey there, handsome! Thanks for subscribing. Let me know if there’s anything special you’d like to see or chat about 😉"

His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before he started typing.

Lewis: "Hey Scarlett, just wanted to say I love your content. You’ve got an incredible presence. What are you up to tonight?"

He hit send and waited, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. It didn’t take long for her to reply.

ScarlettSiren: "Thanks, babe! I’m just chilling at home, enjoying a glass of wine. How about you?"

Lewis smiled, feeling a strange sense of connection with this woman he’d never met.

Lewis: "Same here, just winding down after a long day. Can’t stop thinking about your posts though. You’re amazing."

ScarlettSiren: "You’re sweet 😊 Maybe we can have a little fun tonight? I love getting to know my subscribers better."

His pulse quickened at her words, the possibilities swirling in his mind. He knew this was uncharted territory, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of it all.

Lewis: "I’d like that. Tell me more about you."

And so, their conversation flowed, an intoxicating mix of flirtation and genuine connection. As the night went on, Lewis found himself opening up in ways he hadn’t expected, sharing stories, and listening to hers. There was an electric chemistry between them that was impossible to ignore.

By the time he finally put his phone down, the boredom and restlessness had been replaced by a sense of excitement and anticipation. He knew his friends would disapprove, but for once, he didn’t care. Scarlett was different, and he was more than willing to explore whatever this was, no matter where it might lead.

Text Threads - Singapore Grand Prix, 2023

The conversation between Lewis and Scarlett continued to flow effortlessly over the next few days. They talked about everything from their favorite movies to their childhood memories, gradually peeling back the layers of their lives. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and Lewis found himself looking forward to their chats more than he’d anticipated.

One evening, as he lay in his hotel room in Singapore, waiting for the start of the next race, his phone buzzed with a new message from Scarlett.

ScarlettSiren: "Hey, handsome! How’s Singapore treating you?"

Lewis grinned and quickly typed a response.

Lewis: "Hey Scarlett! It’s hot and humid as always, but I love it here. Just finished some practice laps. How about you? What’s new?"

ScarlettSiren: "Not much, just finished a photoshoot. Speaking of which, want to see some behind-the-scenes shots?"

Lewis: "Absolutely. Send them my way."

Moments later, his phone buzzed again with a series of photos. Scarlett looked stunning in each shot, her sultry poses and playful expressions igniting a fire within him. He sent her a few compliments, which she graciously accepted.

Lewis: "You look incredible, Scarlett. Seriously, these are amazing."

ScarlettSiren: "Thanks, babe 😊 I have more, but maybe I should save those for a video chat? What do you think?"

Lewis felt a surge of excitement at the prospect.

Lewis: "I’m game if you are. How about we video chat tonight?"

ScarlettSiren: "Perfect! Give me an hour to freshen up, and I’ll call you."

The anticipation built as Lewis waited, imagining what the call would be like. When his phone finally rang, he eagerly accepted the video call, his heart racing.

Scarlett’s face appeared on the screen, framed by soft, wavy hair. She looked even more beautiful in motion than in her photos, and her smile lit up the room.

"Hey, Lewis!" she greeted cheerfully, her voice warm and inviting.

"Hey, Scarlett. You look amazing," Lewis replied, unable to hide his admiration.

"Thanks! You’re not looking too bad yourself," she teased, making him chuckle.

They talked for a while about their day, the conversation flowing easily as usual. Eventually, Scarlett leaned closer to the camera, her expression turning a bit more serious.

"You know, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you, Lewis," she said softly. "It’s not every day I meet someone I connect with like this."

"Same here," Lewis admitted. "You're easy to talk to."

Scarlett’s smile widened. "I’m glad to hear that. So, what’s it like being an F1 driver? Must be pretty intense."

Lewis nodded, launching into a story about his latest practice session and the challenges he faced on the track. Scarlett listened intently, her eyes never leaving the screen.

"You’re really passionate about what you do," she observed when he finished. "It’s inspiring."

"Thanks," Lewis said, feeling a warm flush of appreciation. "What about you? How did you get into modeling and OnlyFans?"

Scarlett’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "It’s a long story, but let’s just say I love expressing myself and connecting with people. Plus, it gives me the freedom to live life on my terms."

They continued talking, sharing stories and laughter. As the conversation grew more intimate, Scarlett leaned back, her gaze turning sultry.

"You know, Lewis, I’ve been thinking about you a lot," she confessed. "Especially when I’m alone…"

Lewis felt his pulse quicken. "Yeah? What kind of thoughts?"

Scarlett’s lips curved into a suggestive smile. "Why don’t I show you?"

She moved the camera to give Lewis a tantalizing glimpse of her outfit – a lacy piece that left little to the imagination. The sight made his breath hitch, and he quickly reciprocated, adjusting his camera to show his lean, toned physique.

The air between them crackled with electricity as they exchanged photos and compliments, the tension building to a fever pitch. Finally, Scarlett’s voice turned soft and inviting.

"Want to take this to the next level?" she asked, her eyes dark with desire.

Lewis nodded, unable to resist. "Absolutely."

Scarlett propped her phone on her vanity then sat at the foot of her bed.

"Hi," she purred, her voice husky with desire.

"Hey there," Lewis replied, his eyes devouring her full image.

For a few moments, they just looked at each other, taking in every detail. Then Scarlett moved closer to the camera, giving him a better view of her body.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked coyly.

Lewis could only nod and let out a low groan. Scarlett laughed, pleased with his response.

"Well then, let me give you a proper show," Scarlett said with a coy smile.

She started to move seductively to the music playing in the background. Her hands roamed over her body as she swayed and danced for him. Lewis couldn’t take his eyes off of her, feeling himself getting lost in the moment.

Scarlett’s movements were mesmerizing, her body fluid and graceful as she moved to the beat. The muscles of her glutes flexed impressively, her skin rippling like waves in an ocean. Lewis could feel his own desire building, his heart racing in anticipation.

As the song ended, Scarlett lay back on the bed and smiled suggestively at Lewis. "Your turn now," she said.

Feeling emboldened by her actions, Lewis stood up from his chair and started to slowly strip off his clothes while keeping eye contact with Scarlett. He could feel himself becoming more aroused with each piece of clothing he discarded.

When he was completely naked, he stepped back into view of the camera and for Scarlett to admire.

Lewis' body was sculpted, toned, and tattooed, every muscle rippling under his tanned skin. His broad shoulders and defined chest were on full display as he stood confidently in front of the camera.

"You look amazing," she breathed out appreciatively. “I know you probably get told this all the time but…Jesus Christ, you’re fine as fuck!”

Lewis chuckled at her comment as began to move his hands over his body, caressing his chest and stomach before slowly trailing down to his erection. Scarlett's mouth went dry as she watched him stroke himself, imagining it was her hand instead.

"Tell me what you want," Lewis breathed out, his voice strained with desire.

Scarlett licked her lips before answering, "I want you to touch yourself for me."

Without hesitation, Lewis followed her request and started to pleasure himself while Scarlett watched intently. Her own need was growing by the second and she couldn't resist joining in.

She leaned back on the bed, moving her phone closer so that he could see her as well. As she began to touch herself in rhythm with Lewis' movements, their moans filled the virtual room.

There was something thrilling about sharing this intimate moment with someone she had just met online. It added an element of danger and taboo that made everything more intense.

As they pleasured themselves together, their eyes locked onto each other through the screen. It was like they were making love without even physically being in the same room.

The tension continued to build until finally, they both reached their climax at the same time. Sweat glistened on their bodies as they lay there panting and smiling at each other.

They spent the next hour talking about their fantasies, their voices hushed and intimate as they shared their deepest desires. The connection between them felt almost tangible, and by the time they said their goodbyes, Lewis was left feeling more alive than he had in a long time.

"Talk soon?" Scarlett asked, her voice a seductive whisper.

"Definitely," Lewis replied, his heart racing.

As he ended the call and lay back on the bed, a satisfied smile played on his lips. He knew this was just the beginning of something intense and exhilarating – something he was more than ready to dive into.

NDA or No-Dick-Fil'-A - Brazilian Grand Prix, 2023

Lewis lay back on his hotel bed, phone in hand, staring at the blank screen. His mind raced, thoughts darting back and forth as he wrestled with his feelings. He had paid for sexual favors before, but this entire situation had him feeling out of his element. Scarlett was different. She was sexy, yes, but she was also smart, witty, and engaging. Their conversations and video calls had started to become the highlight of his days, and he found himself genuinely looking forward to their interactions.

Despite the sexual nature of their relationship, Lewis appreciated how straightforward everything was with Scarlett. There were no games, no hidden agendas, and no drama. His friends had joked about the potential for scandal, warning him about getting "Celina Powell'd," but he couldn't shake the feeling that this was worth the risk.

He decided to call Scarlett again, eager to hear her voice. After a few rings, she picked up, her face lighting up the screen.

"Hey, handsome," she greeted with a playful smile. "How was your day?"

"Hey, Scarlett. It was good, just busy with race prep. How about you?" Lewis asked, his eyes scanning her face.

"Same here. Just finished a little... demonstration with the new toy you sent me," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Lewis chuckled, feeling a familiar warmth spread through him. "You know how to make a guy's day, don't you?"

"I try my best," Scarlett replied with a wink.

They talked for a while about their days, their conversation flowing easily. Eventually, Lewis leaned back against the headboard, feeling a bit more serious.

"Scarlett, can I ask you something?" he began, his tone thoughtful.

"Of course. What's on your mind?" she replied, tilting her head slightly.

"Have you ever signed an NDA before?" Lewis asked, watching her closely.

Scarlett's expression shifted to one of understanding. "Yeah, I have. I had to sign one at my old job before I changed careers. Why do you ask?"

Lewis nodded, feeling a sense of relief. "I like your answer. I was thinking... I'd like to fly you out to Las Vegas for race weekend. Would you be interested?"

Scarlett's eyes widened with surprise and excitement. "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely," Lewis replied, his voice steady. "I want to meet you face to face. I think it could be really fun, and I promise to make it worth your while."

Scarlett bit her lower lip, clearly considering the offer. "I'd love that, Lewis. Really, I would. But you know this is just a casual thing for me, right? I mean, I'm not trying to get into anything too serious..."

"I know," Lewis said, his voice earnest. "I like you, Scarlett. I like talking to you, I like our time together, and I want to see you in person, but I need to be cautious, you understand that, right?"

Scarlett nodded, her eyes softening. "I understand, and I appreciate your honesty. I want this to be as straightforward as possible, too."

"Great," Lewis said, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "I'll have my team send you the details. We'll arrange everything, including the NDA."

Scarlett smiled, her excitement palpable. "I can't wait, Lewis. It's going to be amazing."

Lewis grinned, feeling a surge of anticipation. "Yeah, it is. I'll see you soon, Scarlett."

As they ended the call, Lewis felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He knew this was a step into uncharted territory, but he couldn't deny the pull he felt toward Scarlett. She was different from anyone he had ever been with, and he was ready to explore whatever this connection could become.

The Meeting (Amuse Buche) - Las Vegas Grand Prix, 2023

Scarlett adjusted herself in her seat on the private jet, still in disbelief at the turn her life had taken. Growing up in the northside of St. Louis, surviving off government assistance, she'd never imagined she'd be flying in such style. She'd started her OnlyFans page to regain confidence after a failed relationship and being laid off. What began as a way to boost her self-esteem quickly turned into a lucrative career. Now, she made more money from OnlyFans and endorsements than she ever had from her previous job, though that didn't mean her life was easy. Being a content creator required countless hours of planning, shooting, posting, and promoting her content.

There were good days and bad days. The bad ones included dealing with creepy guys who were borderline obsessed with her. But there were good days, like meeting Lewis. She knew she was getting a bit over her head meeting a client in person, but Lewis had complied with all her safety regulations and had her sign an NDA. Now, she was on her way from St. Louis to Las Vegas in a private jet he'd chartered for her, noting that seats on other airlines were booked due to race weekend.

Scarlett took a deep breath, marveling at her surroundings. She settled into the plush seat and began to worry about whether she'd packed the right clothes. When she arrived, a chauffeured car picked her up and drove her to the Wynn Hotel. Checking in and making her way to Lewis's suite, she received a text from him saying he would be there later on—he was having dinner with some drivers.

Using the facilities to wash off the flight from her body, Scarlett applied her favorite body butter and spritzed on some of her expensive perfume. She pulled on a purple teddy, knowing that purple was Lewis's favorite color. The color purple symbolized royalty, power, and ambition, all qualities that Lewis embodied and that Scarlett admired.

Scarlett spent some time looking at the breathtaking view of the city from the suite's window before she heard the door unlock. She quickly rushed to the bed, arranging herself sexily on it. She heard Lewis pad through the suite and into the bedroom, where he gave her a welcoming smile, exposing the set of grillz adorning his teeth.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "Hi, gorgeous. Welcome to Las Vegas."

Scarlett was rendered speechless, feeling a mix of starstruck giddiness and excitement at finally being within mere inches of him. No longer just a face on a screen or a voice coming from her phone, Lewis was now real and present. He was devastatingly handsome, more so in person than she'd imagined.

Lewis outstretched his arms and said, "Can I get a hug?" beckoning her for an embrace.

Scarlett obliged, getting up and wrapping her arms around him. She inhaled the scent of his cologne, a blend of spices and wood that exuded manliness. His body was warm and solid against hers, making her feel safe and exhilarated all at once.

"I'm so glad you're here," Lewis murmured, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. "I've been looking forward to this."

"Me too," Scarlett replied softly, feeling her heart race. "Thank you for bringing me out here."

"Thank you for coming," Lewis said with a smile, his eyes twinkling with genuine affection. "Let's make this a weekend to remember."

Lewis pulled Scarlett closer, his hands beginning to caress her body, enjoying the way she felt in his arms. She felt right, perfect, her curves melding seamlessly against the hard planes of his body. Their eyes connected, and Scarlett smiled at him, making him smile as well before he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. He kissed along the column of her neck, causing her to elicit a moan.

"I want to take my time with you. Is that okay, baby?" Lewis murmured against her skin.

Scarlett nodded her head, feeling a rush of anticipation.

"Can you use your words, love? I want to make sure you understand."

"Yes, Lewis," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good girl," he praised, nipping at her pulse point, making her yelp and then giggle.

"Tickle spot, huh?" he rambled against her skin as he nipped at her once more, then licked the spot. "I have to make note of that for later."

Scarlett's body responded to his touch, every nerve ending alive with sensation. She felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness, but the way Lewis was taking his time, ensuring her comfort, made her feel safe and cherished. His hands roamed gently but with intent, learning the contours of her body, the soft dips and curves that he found so enticing.

Lewis pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes with a tender yet intense gaze. "You’re so beautiful," he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. Scarlett's heart fluttered at his words, her cheeks flushing with warmth.

He kissed her, slowly, savoring the feel of her lips against his. Scarlett melted into him, her hands sliding up his back, fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, creating an intimate rhythm that left them both wanting more.

Lewis moved his kisses down her neck again, trailing them over her collarbone, taking his time to explore her skin. Scarlett's hands roamed over his shoulders, down his arms, feeling the strength and warmth of him. She moaned softly as he found another sensitive spot, his lips and tongue working magic against her skin.

"I could do this all night," Lewis whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I want to learn every part of you."

Scarlett's body trembled with anticipation, her breath hitching with every kiss and caress. "I want that too," she admitted, her voice filled with a mix of shyness and boldness.

Lewis gestured for Scarlett to get on the bed, and she complied, slipping backwards on the bed and crawling to the headboard. He followed behind her, kicking off his shoes as he did so. His whiskey-brown eyes shone with lust but also a hint of appreciation. He genuinely liked her, enjoyed the conversations and intimacy they had shared over the last few months. Now, with her here in Vegas, he intended to savor every moment. He didn’t want to rush and have sex on the first night. No, they had all weekend, and Lewis planned on giving her bit by bit of everything he had to offer, saving the finale for after Sunday's race.

Lewis's eyes roamed over her body, his gaze filled with admiration. He leaned down, starting at her ankles, planting soft kisses on her skin. Scarlett's breath hitched as his lips made contact, sending shivers up her spine. He continued his journey upward, kissing her calves, her knees, and then her thighs, taking his time to explore every inch of her.

Scarlett's moans spurred him on, the sound music to his ears. He could feel the way she responded to his touch, her body arching towards him, silently begging for more. As he kissed the soft skin of her stomach, Lewis felt a surge of desire, but he managed to maintain his self-restraint. It wasn't easy, especially with the way Scarlett writhed beneath him, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

Lewis moved higher, kissing along her ribs, the underside of her breasts, and finally, the swell of her breasts. There was no skin left untouched by his lips. He paused to look up at her, seeing the pleasure and longing in her eyes. It was a sight that made his heart pound and his resolve weaken, but he held firm.

He hovered above her, staring in silent admiration until he opened his mouth to speak. "Take off the teddy," his voice was gruff, eyes half-lidded with need.

Scarlett slowly removed the straps from her shoulders before reaching behind her to unclasp the top, allowing the material to slip off and reveal her breasts. With his eyes still on her, Lewis bent down to take a nipple into his mouth.

A shiver of pleasure ran through Scarlett's body as his warm mouth enveloped her sensitive skin. She moaned softly, arching her back to press herself closer to him. Lewis's tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing and tasting, while his hand moved to cup her other breast, kneading gently.

Lewis looked up at her again, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so beautiful," he murmured against her skin before switching to her other breast, giving it the same attention and care.

Scarlett's fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as he lavished her with his mouth and hands. The sensations coursing through her were almost too much to bear, and she found herself lost in the moment, completely at his mercy.

As Lewis continued to worship her body, his own arousal grew stronger, the evidence pressing against her thigh. He wanted her desperately, but he was determined to take his time, to savor every moment of their first night together.

"Do you know how long I've imagined this?" Lewis whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "How many times I've thought about touching you, tasting you?"

Scarlett's breath hitched at his words, her body responding with a fresh wave of desire. "I've thought about it too," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I've wanted this for so long."

Lewis groaned softly, his lips trailing kisses down her stomach. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby," he promised, his voice filled with conviction. "I want to hear you moan my name."

Scarlett's heart raced with anticipation as Lewis continued his descent, his mouth and hands exploring every inch of her skin. She knew this night would be unforgettable, the beginning of something incredible between them.

As Lewis's kisses reached the edge of her panties, he paused, looking up at her with a question in his eyes. "Can I?" he asked, his voice husky with need.

"Yes, Lewis," Scarlett breathed, lifting her hips slightly to help him remove the last barrier between them.

With a reverent touch, Lewis slid her panties down her legs, discarding them to the side. He gazed at her for a moment, taking in the sight of her completely bare before him, and then leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her inner thigh.

"You're perfect," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. "Absolutely perfect."

Scarlett's heart swelled at his words, her body aching with need. As Lewis's mouth moved closer to her core, she knew she was in for a night of unparalleled pleasure and intimacy, one that would leave her longing for more of him, always.

As he finally reached his destination, Scarlett's legs trembled in anticipation. She closed her eyes and gave in to the pleasure coursing through her body as Lewis's tongue flicked against her clit.

Her hands clenched the sheets beneath her as he expertly worked his way around her most sensitive area, teasing and exploring every inch of her. Scarlett felt herself getting lost in the sensation, unable to think about anything else but the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.

Lewis's fingers joined in on the action, sliding into her slick folds and adding another layer of stimulation. Scarlett cried out as he found just the right spot inside of her, sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire body.

She could feel herself nearing the edge, and she desperately wanted to hang onto this feeling for just a little longer. But when Lewis sucked on her clit while simultaneously thrusting his fingers deeper inside of her, she couldn't hold back any longer.

Her entire body convulsed with a powerful orgasm that left stars dancing behind her closed eyelids. Lewis continued to work his magic even as she rode out the waves of pleasure, only pulling away when she was spent and completely satisfied.

He made his way back up to kiss Scarlett deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, and she couldn't help but moan at the reminder of the intense pleasure he had just given her.

"You taste so good, baby," Lewis whispered against her lips, his voice filled with awe and adoration. "I don't think I can ever have my fill."

"Well, you can have as much as you like this weekend," she told him as they parted.

"Say less."

Don't Play (Appetizer) - Las Vegas Grand Prix, 2023

Scarlett wandered through the bustling paddock, a mix of excitement and nerves swirling inside her. This was her first time experiencing a Formula 1 race weekend up close, and the atmosphere was electric. Everywhere she looked, there were teams fine-tuning their cars, engineers poring over data, and drivers zipping around on scooters.

Lewis had insisted on getting her a paddock pass, knowing how much she'd been looking forward to this. But they had to be cautious, keeping their distance to avoid attracting too much attention from the media. So, Scarlett explored on her own, taking in the sights and sounds of the paddock.

She watched as mechanics worked with precision, making last-minute adjustments to the cars. The smell of burnt rubber hung in the air, a constant reminder of the adrenaline-fueled action that was to come.

As she wandered further, Scarlett spotted familiar faces among the crowd. Drivers she had only ever seen on TV walked past her, their focus evident as they prepared for the upcoming practice session.

The Mercedes team was a flurry of activity, their focus unwavering as they prepared for the upcoming session. She paused to watch them work, fascinated by the seamless coordination and sheer intensity of their efforts.

Suddenly, a Mercedes team member approached her. "Excuse me, Miss Scarlett," he said with a polite nod. "Lewis wants to speak with you. Would you please follow me?"

Her heart skipped a beat as she nodded and followed the personnel through the maze of equipment and people. They arrived at a door marked "Driver's Room," and the team member gestured for her to enter.

She stepped inside to find Lewis waiting for her, shirtless, with the top half of his racing suit tied around his waist. His toned physique glistened slightly with perspiration, a testament to the physical demands of his sport. The room was a stark contrast to the chaos outside, a quiet sanctuary amidst the frenzy.

Lewis's face lit up when he saw her, and without a word, he pulled her into his arms. "How do you like the paddock so far?" he asked, his voice a warm murmur against her ear.

Scarlett smiled, looking up into his eyes. "I'm loving it. It's incredible to see everything up close."

He nodded gingerly, a small smile playing on his lips before he leaned in and kissed her. The kiss quickly deepened, becoming more urgent as their hands roamed each other's bodies. Lewis's touch was both gentle and possessive, and Scarlett melted against him, her fingers tracing the contours of his back.

The intensity of their makeout session escalated, their breaths becoming ragged and mingling in the charged air of the room. Lewis's hands kneaded her breast, and Scarlett felt a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.

Their passionate moment was abruptly interrupted by a firm knock on the door. "Lewis, it's twenty minutes before free practice," a voice called from the other side.

Lewis groaned softly, resting his forehead against Scarlett's for a brief moment before pulling back. "Duty calls," he said with a wry smile, his eyes still dark with desire.

Scarlett straightened her clothes, her cheeks flushed. "I'll be cheering for you," she whispered, her voice a mix of affection and anticipation.

Lewis kissed her one last time, a quick yet intense meeting of their lips, before he reluctantly let her go. "And I'll be looking for you. Don't go too far," he replied, his gaze lingering on her as he turned to get ready for the session.

Scarlett slipped out of the room, her heart still pounding from their encounter. Feeling a playful spark, Scarlett decided to tease Lewis a bit. She found a quiet corner of the paddock and pulled out her phone. She scrolled through her gallery to find the pictures she had taken that morning in the hotel suite — intimate, suggestive shots highlighting her curves and playful expressions.

With a mischievous grin, she selected a couple of the best ones and sent them to Lewis with a quick message.

It didn't take long for her phone to buzz with a response. She glanced at the screen and saw a series of messages from Lewis. The first one read: Fuck....Scarlett. The next: Not making this fair.

Just as she was putting her phone away, she heard a distinct, sexually frustrated groan from within the confines of Lewis's driver's room. The sound was unmistakable even from outside, and it sent a thrill through her knowing she had such an effect on him.

Scarlett couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a mix of excitement and satisfaction. She made her way back to a spot where she could watch the practice session, her thoughts lingering on their next encounter. The anticipation was exhilarating, adding another layer of excitement to the already charged atmosphere of the race weekend.

As she settled in to watch, she couldn't help but admire Lewis's focus and determination on the track. He was in his element, every move precise, every decision calculated. Despite the intense pressure of the competition, she knew he was thinking of her, just as she was thinking of him.

The practice session unfolded with its usual blend of high-speed action and technical precision, but for Scarlett, it was infused with a personal touch that made it all the more thrilling.

After a leisurely dinner in the privacy of their hotel suite, Lewis and Scarlett, retreated to the luxurious free-standing tub. The warm water and fragrant bubbles provided a soothing contrast to the high-octane energy of the day. They settled into the bath together, their bodies comfortably intertwined as they enjoyed the moment of relaxation.

Bubbles floated on the surface of the water, clinging to their skin in delicate, foamy clusters. The scent of lavender and chamomile filled the air, adding to the calming atmosphere. Scarlett leaned back against Lewis, her head resting on his chest, feeling his breath's steady rise and fall. His arms were wrapped around her, their fingers occasionally interlacing beneath the water.

They talked about everything and nothing, their conversation flowing effortlessly. Lewis recapped the day's practice session, sharing his thoughts on the car's performance and his strategy for the upcoming qualifying round. Scarlett listened intently, her admiration for him growing with every word.

"You'll be much more comfortable in the Paddock Club tomorrow," Lewis said, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face. "It's a great spot to watch everything without getting caught up in the chaos."

Scarlett nodded, appreciating his consideration. "That sounds perfect. I can't wait to see you in action again."

As they continued to talk, their conversation took a more intimate turn. They shared stories about their lives, delving into personal details that brought them even closer. It was during this moment that Scarlett decided to reveal something she had kept to herself until now.

"My real name is Zakyna," she said softly, watching Lewis's reaction.

He looked at her, his dark eyes thoughtful and intrigued. "Zakyna," he repeated, his voice low and attractive, the timbre sending shivers down her spine. "I like that name. It fits you."

A smile spread across her face. "Thank you. My friends and family call me Kai."

Lewis's expression softened, a tender look in his eyes. "Kai," he said, testing the name on his lips. "I like that. So, should I call you Zakyna, Scarlett, or Kai?"

She leaned in, her forehead resting against his. "Kai," she whispered. "I want you to call me Kai."

"Alright, Kai," he murmured, kissing her gently.

Kai looked at him with a smile. "I like the way you say it," she replied, her eyes shining with warmth.

Eventually, the water began to cool, and they reluctantly decided it was time to get out. They stood, the water cascading off their bodies, leaving trails of bubbles that clung to their skin. Kai admired the way the droplets highlighted Lewis's toned physique, each bead of water tracing the lines of his muscles.

Lewis wrapped a fluffy towel around her, his hands lingering as he dried her off, his touch both practical and tender. She returned the favor, running the towel over his broad shoulders and down his back, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

They settled under the covers on the bed, Lewis pulled Kai close, his arm wrapped around her protectively.

"Goodnight, Kai," he whispered, his voice filled with affection.

"Goodnight, Lewis," she replied, snuggling closer to him.

As they drifted off to sleep, the anticipation of the race weekend mingled with the warmth of their connection, making this night one to remember.

Lemme Cheer You Up (Entrée) - Las Vegas Grand Prix, 2023

Race night in Las Vegas was electric, the city’s neon lights casting a surreal glow over the circuit. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, but inside Lewis’s hotel suite, the mood was tense. P11 was not where he wanted to be, and the disappointment hung heavy in the air.

Kai had been a comforting presence over the last few days, their playful teasing and tender touches helping to keep Lewis grounded amidst the pressure of the race weekend. But tonight, he needed more than gentle reassurances; he needed a way to channel his frustration and find the optimism to face the challenge ahead.

They had about two hours before Lewis needed to head to the track, and Kai was determined to help him reset. She found him standing by the window, staring out at the glowing cityscape, his shoulders tense.

"Hey," she said softly, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Talk to me."

He sighed, leaning back into her embrace. "I just… P11, Kai. It’s not where I should be. I feel like I’ve let everyone down."

She turned him around to face her, placing her hands on his chest. "You’re a champion, Lewis. One bad qualifying session doesn’t change that. You’ve come back from worse, and you can do it again."

He looked down at her, his expression softening as he cupped her face in his hands. "How do you always know what to say?"

She smiled, pressing a kiss to his palm. "It’s because I believe in you. Now, let’s do something about this stress, okay?"

Kai led him to the bedroom, the air between them thick with anticipation. They had been building up to this moment for days, their touches and kisses growing more intense with each passing hour. Now, it was time to let go completely.

Lewis’s hands were on her the moment they reached the bed, his kisses urgent and demanding. Kai responded with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. The frustrations of the day melted away as their bodies came together, the connection between them a perfect antidote to his anxiety.

Kai took her time, teasing him with light touches and lingering kisses, drawing out his pleasure and making him forget everything but the sensation of her skin against his. Lewis’s hands roamed her body with a desperate need, the tension in his muscles gradually easing with every touch.

"Let me take care of you," she whispered, guiding him to lie back on the bed. She straddled him, her movements slow and deliberate as she set the pace, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. She could see the stress melting from his expression, replaced by pure, unadulterated desire. With practiced ease, she removed his clothing, her fingers trailing down his body, igniting every nerve in its wake. She lingered at his happy trail, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Her hands slipped inside his boxers, freeing his erect penis from its confines. It throbbed with anticipation, a single bead of pre-ejaculation glistening at the tip.

She leaned down to capture the droplet with her tongue, eliciting a deep moan from him. She continued to tease him, using her tongue to explore every inch of his length before taking him fully into her mouth.

As she took him deeper into her mouth, he let out a guttural groan, his fingers tangling in her hair. She continued to suck and swirl her tongue around him, building the intensity with every movement. She could feel his hips starting to buck against her, wanting more but also trying to hold back.

She released him from her mouth with a pop, leaving him gasping for air. "You like that?" she purred, running her hand up and down his length.

He nodded eagerly, unable to form words as pleasure coursed through his body. He couldn't help but let out a loud moan as she began to move up and down on him, using her hands to stroke whatever parts of him she couldn't fit into her mouth. Her teeth grazed gently against his skin, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body.

He gripped the sheets tightly as she worked her magic on him, completely lost in the sensations she was creating. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with each passing second.

She could feel his body tensing beneath her as she continued to pleasure him. She knew he was close, but she wasn't ready to let him release just yet.

With a wicked grin, she stopped her movements and climbed off of him, leaving him panting and confused. But before he could protest, she straddled his face, positioning herself so that his tongue could reach her most sensitive spot.

He eagerly began to lick and suck on her, one hand gripping her hips tightly whilst the other stroked his erection, trying to push them both closer to the edge. She moaned loudly, grinding against his face as she rode out the pleasure.

Her body trembled as she reached her climax, crying out his name as waves of pleasure washed over her. His orgasm soon followed, coming out in long spurts into his hand yet he continued to please her with his mouth until she couldn't take it anymore, collapsing onto the bed beside him.

They lay there for a moment, both panting and trying to catch their breath. Kai’s presence, her unwavering belief in him, had worked its magic. He felt recharged, his mind clearer and more focused on the task ahead.

"Thank you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I needed that more than I realized."

Kai smiled, running her fingers through his hair. "Anytime, champ. Now go out there and show them what you’re made of."

Lewis nodded, a renewed determination in his eyes. He got up, beginning to get ready for the race, while Kai watched with a proud smile. They might have started the evening with doubt and tension, but now, thanks to their shared moment of intimacy, he was ready to face whatever the night would bring.

As he prepared to leave, Lewis pulled Kai into one last embrace. "I’ll be looking for you in the Paddock Club," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

"I’ll be there, cheering you on," she promised.

With a final kiss, he was out the door, heading towards the challenge ahead.

Need You (Dessert) - Las Vegas Grand Prix, 2023

Kai entered the Paddock Club, feeling rejuvenated and utterly content after her intimate rendezvous with Lewis. The luxurious space was abuzz with excitement, a stark contrast to the private world she and Lewis had shared just hours earlier. Here, everything was designed to cater to the elite, offering an unmatched view of the race and an array of top-notch services.

The Paddock Club was a stunning blend of sophistication and comfort. Large windows overlooked the pit lane, providing a perfect vantage point to watch the teams in action. The interior was sleek and modern, with plush seating areas, elegant decor, and multiple screens broadcasting live race footage. The air was filled with the hum of excited conversation, the clinking of champagne glasses, and the subtle undertones of anticipation.

Kai took full advantage of the amenities available. She started by freshening up in the exclusive spa-like restrooms, where attendants offered her luxurious hand towels and a selection of high-end toiletries. Feeling refreshed, she made her way to the gourmet buffet, where an array of international delicacies awaited. She selected a plate of sushi, some freshly sliced fruit, and a flute of champagne, savoring the exquisite flavors.

As she found a comfortable seat near the window, Kai allowed herself to soak in the ambiance. The Paddock Club was a world unto itself, filled with VIPs, celebrities, and corporate guests, all here to experience the thrill of Formula 1 in style. She spotted a few familiar faces from the entertainment industry and noted the presence of high-ranking executives from major sponsors, their conversations a blend of business and pleasure.

Despite the glamorous surroundings, Kai’s mind kept drifting back to Lewis. He had been an incredible lover, attentive and passionate, leaving her on cloud nine. But she reminded herself that he was just a client. She had a job to do, and professionalism was key. Yet, the connection they had shared was undeniable, and she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of excitement at the thought of seeing him again after the race.

Kai refocused on the task at hand, mingling with other guests and making sure to be seen by the right people. She networked effortlessly, her charm and poise winning over those she spoke with.

The race was about to start, and the atmosphere in the Paddock Club grew even more charged. Kai settled into her seat, her eyes fixed on the track below. She watched as the cars lined up, engines revving, the anticipation building to a fever pitch. When the lights went out and the race began, the roar of the engines was deafening, a visceral reminder of the power and speed on display.

Kai found herself caught up in the excitement, cheering Lewis on with every lap. She marveled at his skill and precision, each maneuver a testament to his prowess as a driver. Despite his starting position, he drove with determination and tenacity, making up places with each passing lap.

Throughout the race, she remained engaged, taking occasional sips of champagne and sharing animated conversations with fellow guests. But her focus always returned to the track, her thoughts never straying far from Lewis. She admired his resilience, knowing the pressure he was under and feeling a swell of pride for how he handled it.

As the race progressed, Kai's initial contentment from their earlier encounter transformed into a deep sense of admiration for Lewis. He was more than just a client; he was a remarkable individual who faced challenges head-on. She realized that, while her role required a semblance of professionalism, she couldn't deny the personal connection they had formed.

The final laps were intense, the tension palpable as the cars pushed to their limits. When Lewis crossed the finish line, she leaped to her feet, cheering and applauding his performance. Regardless of the outcome, she knew he had given everything he had, and that was something truly special.

The race had ended with Lewis securing a solid P7 finish, earning valuable points for his team. Despite the initial disappointment of his qualifying position, he had driven a determined race, overtaking multiple cars and demonstrating his exceptional skill and tenacity. After the checkered flag, he went through the usual routine of post-race interviews, answering questions about his performance and the team's strategy.

But throughout it all, his thoughts were consumed by Kai. The memory of their passionate encounter earlier in the evening fueled his desire, and he could hardly wait to be with her again. As soon as he was done with his media obligations, he hurried back to the garage, stripping off his racing suit with practiced efficiency.

Lewis quickly hit the showers, the hot water washing away the grime and sweat of the race. He scrubbed himself clean, but his mind was already racing ahead to the hotel suite where he knew Kai would be waiting for him. The anticipation built with every passing second, and he found himself moving faster, eager to get back to her.

When he finally arrived at the suite, his heart skipped a beat at the sight that greeted him. Kai was waiting for him on the bed, her expression a mix of desire and affection. The soft lighting cast a warm glow over her, highlighting the curves of her body and the inviting look in her eyes.

Lewis didn't waste a moment. He shed his clothes quickly, his movements urgent and deliberate. As he approached the bed, Kai's eyes followed him, her breath quickening with anticipation. He positioned himself between her legs, his body pressing against hers as he leaned down to capture her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss.

Their earlier tenderness was replaced by an intense, raw passion. Lewis's hands roamed her body, his touch both possessive and reverent. He kissed her deeply, tasting the sweetness of her lips and savoring every moment. Kai responded with equal fervor, her fingers digging into his back as she pulled him closer.

Lewis trailed kisses down her neck, his lips leaving a burning path along her skin. He nipped at her collarbone, eliciting a soft moan from Kai that only fueled his desire further. His hands caressed her curves, memorizing the feel of her beneath him.

"Kai," he murmured against her skin, his voice husky with need. "I’ve been thinking about you all night. I need you."

"I’m here," she whispered back, her voice breathless. "I’m yours."

His smile was wide and mischievous, baring all his teeth. It was a look filled with confidence and a hint of challenge, making Kai's pulse quicken. She met his gaze, her own excitement mirrored in his eyes.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and slightly roughened with anticipation.

Kai nodded, her breath catching in her throat. "Yes, I am."

"Turn around," he commanded softly, and Kai complied, feeling a shiver of excitement run down her spine. He helped position her on the bed, her hands resting on the mattress. She then felt him bound her ankles with something - a scarf perhaps? He tied her securely but still loose enough to ensure her comfort. The sensation of being bound, coupled with the trust she had in Lewis, sent a thrilling rush through her body.

Lewis's hands were on her then, firmer and more demanding than before. He ran his fingers along her spine, the touch both possessive and tender. "Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled again, that wide, confident grin that made her heart race. "Good."

His touch became rougher, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her back against him. The slight edge of dominance in his actions sent waves of arousal through her, and she moaned softly, her body responding eagerly to his commands.

Lewis slapped her lightly on the ass, a sharp but thrilling sensation that made her gasp. "You like that?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

"Yes," she replied, her voice trembling with excitement.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Good girl," he whispered, his words sending shivers down her spine.

Kai's back arched as Lewis entered her from behind, his strong hands gripping her hips tightly. She couldn't help but moan at the feeling of fullness and the roughness of his touch.

Her thoughts were consumed by Lewis, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. He knew exactly how to please her, how to drive her wild with desire.

"Harder," she gasped, gripping onto the sheets for leverage.

Lewis obliged, increasing the force behind his movements as he penetrated her. The intensity of his actions became more urgent and primal, driving Kai closer to release with every thrust. He planted his foot on the bed to steady himself as he pulled her arms back, trapping her between him and the mattress. With her ankles and arms restrained, Kai had no choice but to endure the full impact of his thrusts.

"Please," she moaned, the word escaping her lips before she could stop it.

Lewis's eyes darkened with desire as he heard the desperation in her voice. He shifted his angle slightly, hitting a spot inside of her that made Kai's eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Yes," she cried out, her body trembling with each thrust.

"Come for me," Lewis growled, his voice rough and commanding.

And she did. Kai's entire body shook as she reached her climax, waves of intense pleasure washing over her. Lewis followed soon after, groaning her name as he spilled himself inside of her.

They collapsed onto the bed together, both panting heavily and covered in sweat. Lewis untied Kai's ankles before pulling her into his arms, holding her close as they both caught their breath.

"That was..." Kai trailed off, still trying to find words to describe what had just happened between them.

"Incredible," Lewis finished for her with a smirk. "But we're not done yet."

Kai looked at him in surprise, but before she could say anything else, Lewis rolled them over so that she was on top.

"You didn’t think I would let you go without another round, did you?" he said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

For the rest of the night and well into the morning hours, they continued to explore each other’s bodies and push each other to new heights of pleasure.

Are You Free? - Winter Break, 2023

A month had passed since that unforgettable weekend in Las Vegas, and Kai couldn't shake the thoughts of Lewis from her mind. She had thrown herself back into her OnlyFans content, keeping herself busy and entertaining her fans. But despite the flurry of activity, there was an emptiness she couldn't ignore. She missed him — their connection, the intensity, the way he made her feel truly seen.

Lewis had spoiled her lavishly, making sure she was well compensated for her time. But it wasn’t the money she found herself longing for. It was the man behind the generosity, the spark they had shared. She hadn’t accepted any offers to fly out to other clients since then, her heart not quite in it.

One evening, as she was scrolling through her phone, a WhatsApp notification popped up. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the name: Lew Lew.

"Hey Kai, I’m sorry I haven’t reached out since Vegas. Things have been crazy with the rest of the season. Do you have your passport?"

Her fingers trembled as she typed back a quick response. "Yes, I have my passport."

His reply was almost immediate. "Great. Ever been to Brazil?"

Excitement surged through her as she read the message. "No, I haven’t," she replied, wondering what he was planning.

"Pack your bags, gorgeous. I’m sending a ticket. See you in São Paulo."

The journey to Brazil felt surreal. Kai was picked up by a chauffeur at the airport, the luxury of the arrangement making her feel like she was in a dream. The car wound its way through the bustling streets of São Paulo until it pulled up outside a stunning villa. Lewis was waiting for her, looking as effortlessly charismatic as ever.

As she stepped out of the car, he approached her with that familiar, warm smile. "Hey, baby," he said, pulling her into a tight hug. The warmth of his embrace and the scent of his cologne brought back a flood of memories, and she felt her heart swell with happiness.

"Hey, Lewis," she replied, her voice soft with emotion.

He took her hand and led her inside the villa. The interior was breathtaking, a perfect blend of modern elegance and comfort. As they walked through the spacious living room, she noticed a group of people lounging on the couches, chatting and laughing.

"Everyone, this is Kai," Lewis announced, his voice carrying an easy confidence. "She’ll be joining us on the trip."

The group looked up, welcoming her with warm smiles and friendly greetings. Lewis introduced them one by one. "This is Spinz, Louis, and Jas. Guys, this is Kai."

As the night wore on, Lewis took her aside, leading her to a quiet corner of the villa’s lush garden. "I’m really happy you came, Kai. I’ve missed you," he admitted, his voice sincere.

"I’ve missed you too, Lewis," she replied, looking up at him. "I’ve thought about you every day since Vegas."

He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. "Me too. I want you to know that you’re not just some random girl to me. You’re special."

Her heart raced at his words, a mixture of hope and longing swelling within her. "You’re special to me too, Lewis."

He kissed her then, a tender and lingering kiss that spoke of all the things they had left unsaid. It was a promise of more to come, a reassurance that this connection they shared was real and worth exploring.

As they pulled back, he smiled at her, that same wide, mischievous smile that had first captured her heart. "Welcome to Brazil, Kai. Let’s make this trip unforgettable."

And with that, they rejoined the others, ready to embark on a new adventure together, their bond stronger than ever.

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Game On! | Bloodily Safe 2

synopsis ► ❝ there has not been a single uninteresting moment since you have started living with wonwoo. as halloween rolls around, things only get more riveting. ❞

pairing ► psycho!Wonwoo x fem!reader

warnings ► ghost face kink, scream movie references, sir kink, degradation, choking, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, rough sex, breast play, serious knife play (I won't spoil the details but there is no cutting or marking), implications of violence, blood.

word count ► 6k

Now playing ▶ Mind Games - Sickick

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The raindrops hit the glass of the bedroom window, creating this steady white noise that lulls in deep slumber. Occasionally, you hear the thunder rumble and strike far away, lighting the sky with a beautiful but dangerous flash of purple.

The silk sheets feel comfortable against your naked skin but what is more comfortable is the weight and warmth on top of you, something so special no blanket can ever mimic.

It is Wonwoo.

He rests his head against the crook of your neck while lying entirely on top of you and even though at first you thought you were going to suffocate and almost die, it has been weirdly comfortable so far. After an intense session of fucking he has simply passed out on top of you which is a bit unlikely but you don't mind; you get to admire his beautiful face up close and touch his soft, silky mesh of hair.

Which you are currently doing.

The digital clock on the bedside table reads one in the morning but you cannot fall asleep. With a soft sigh, you gently try to move him down from your body and almost become successful as you manage to lay him on his side. However, just when you are about to roll out of bed, an arm wraps around your waist and tugs you back.

"Ah!"

"Where are you sneaking off to, hmm?" His sleepy voice is a treat, an orgasm for your ears. Wonwoo's voice has always been one of the biggest reasons behind your attraction to him but his sleep-ridden voice? You are confirmed no sound in this world can top that.

"I need to pee." You whisper. He grunts behind you, only gripping you tighter and pulling you towards him as he spoons you from behind.

A gentle smile plays on your lips, feeling a sort of childish glee at his attitude. In the span of the last six months that you have been with Wonwoo, you have noticed a drastic change in him compared to when you first met him.

Your new beginning started when you moved in with him a few weeks after the accident with Jacob, after a lot of pestering from Wonwoo. He argued that you would be safer with him and he will rest easy knowing you were not going to run to the police the first chance you get. Which you would never do, of course, and you knew he said it as a joke only, a farce really, to hide the fact that he just wants you around him 24/7.

The same went for you so you agreed quite easily. After all, Wonwoo isn't the only crazy person in this relationship. You are equally obsessed with him and even though, you were never a possessive person, after meeting Wonwoo you have surely become one.

Good thing your possessiveness only turns him on.

As your cohabitation started, you found a cuter side, you dare say, of Wonwoo who only appears in the comfort of your own home (his house basically), especially after you have sex, very much like the one cuddling you right now. He is still as possessive as ever, his dark aura never changing and you are equally obsessed with that part of him as the rest.

Not to mention, you have found out more interesting and frankly shocking things about him as well. Like the fact that he is a very popular online gamer and he did not feel the need to mention that to you. You found that out about a month into your relationship when you decided to accompany one of his gaming sessions. Sure, you knew he loved gaming but you didn't know he was a professional streamer with two million subscribers. The vivid shock on your face when you realized that was embarrassing for sure.

Similar to the other time when he casually dropped another mind boggling secret on you like a bomb one day.

The fact that he was actually adopted.

The information had you dumbstruck when you were doing an assignment with him at his place and he casually mentioned that his mother was visiting him next week.

"What the hell, Wonwoo?" You had yelled. "Why did you not tell me that before?"

"It slipped my mind, cherry." He replied, unbothered as ever, his eyes trailing down to your chest, your cleavage visible due to the low cut top. "I'm telling you now. Besides, why are you getting so anxious? It is not like you are going to ask permission from my mother to marry me."

His response made you blush which was exactly what he had aimed and just like that, and a few tantalizing touches, you could not stay mad at him.

All the time that you have known him, he never gave indication that he had parents. His loneliness and broody nature made everyone assume that he was alone. Even in highschool whenever you saw him come to or leave school, he was always alone. Word went around that he lived with an uncle of his but it all turns out to be rumors.

True to his words, the next week his mom came to visit him and you tried your best to leave a good impression.

His mother was the epitome of elegance, soft spoken but bright, and as far as you could tell and her positiveness and welcoming behaviour gave you the impression that she liked you.

You had spent quite some time chatting with her on one and came to know how she and her husband adopted Wonwoo when he was fourteen. They now lived abroad due to his profession but they visit every now and then so you knew you would be seeing them around. And you were glad for that because after all, they gave Wonwoo a new life, a home, and a family, which you are grateful for.

Among other things, your mother's treatment was also completed successfully last month as the doctor's released her with a clean bill of health. There was yet another shock waiting for you here, striking you like a bolt of lightning when you found out that Wonwoo had taken care of all of your mother's hospital fees.

It was completely unexpected and unlike him and even though you tried to give him the money back in instalments, every time you remotely mentioned that he would shut you up with a kiss. He reasoned that he did not want you doing cams anymore just to earn money and paired with the earnings from his channel and his inheritance, he had plenty to his name.

And you didn't disagree with him entirely. After the incident with Jacob, you developed a dislike towards live streaming and it is your guess that Wonwoo noted it down when you expressed that concern to him randomly in one of your late night talks. So for now, you have kept your live streaming on hold with a message pinned on your webpage saying that you are on a leave.

Quite honestly, you do not really plan on going back to it because you have scored a position for internship at a clinic with a decent salary. However, there is a tiny itch in the back of your brain that feels unsatisfied to leave your page like that.

You have the urge to do one final livestream to put a complete end to this chapter and say goodbye. It is daunting, yes, and you are not even quite sure what to do in your last livestream, which is why you have been putting this idea on hold for a while.

However, the next morning, you voice out your thoughts to your boyfriend. "Wonwoo?"

"Hmm?" He replies, his eyes focused on the computer screen as he edits a video for his channel.

"I want to do a livestream. One last time."

Your words make him turn his head as he regards you in silence, his expression unreadable.

Why do you feel so nervous all of a sudden?

"I want to close this chapter of my life properly you know, not just end it like this, abruptly."

For a long time, he remains mute before asking. "What do you have in mind?"

Wow!

"I honestly don't know yet." You confess shyly. He hums, his gaze becoming unfocused as he seems to ponder a while before speaking. "What if I join you?"

"What!"

He smiles. "I would wear a mask like you and you would introduce me as your boyfriend and I'd fuck you in front of the camera. Quite a way it would be to end it, no?" He says it like it's the most casual thing ever while you feel your entire body heat up, tingles shooting down your spine, just the thought of the act making your toes curl.

Of course, your reaction does not go unnoticed by him.

"You seem to really like it, little cherry," he grins, getting up from his chair and strolling over to you. As he comes closer you shift backwards until your back meets the mattress and he almost jumps on top of you, caging you underneath him with his arms around you. "Tell me, do you like the idea?" His mouth hovers on your jaw and your neck, his breaths warming your skin as he runs his nose against your sensitive flesh.

You can only nod, your body twitching underneath him, begging him to touch you.

"Words, girl."

"Yes. I love the idea."

He grins, victorious, predatory. "Good. We just need to fix a date then."

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Later that night, you sit in front of your laptop, the light illuminating your face as your cursor hovers over the publish button. Inhaling a shaky breath, you finally press it before your mind runs rampant.

Hello everyone! Sorry for being inactive for a while. I would like to announce with a heavy heart that I have decided to close this account as I start a new chapter in my life. Thank you all so much for supporting me until now and as my last form of gratitude, I am here to tell you that I will be coming on live on the 31st October for the very last time.

Be sure to tune in because it will be very special and unlike something I have done before!

After some discussion with Wonwoo, you two had selected 31st October as the date for the live. Mainly because Wonwoo insisted on that day, promising you that since it is Halloween, he will make it extra special and spooky.

It does not take a genius to understand that there will be constumes involved. You aren't really concerned about what you will be wearing but as the days slowly drag by, you go out of your mind, trying to figure out what Wonwoo will be wearing as he continues to tease you, keeping the suspense. No matter how much you beg, plead, or tease him he gives away nothing and you are driven to the cliff of your impatience.

Torturing you further, when the packages containing the costumes arrive the day before the live, Wonwoo takes his sweet time opening them in his gaming room with the door shut before he stores them in the storeroom, pocketing the key with a cheeky smile.

You watch him with a pout. "Oh come on, Wonwoo! At least give me a hint for your constume!"

He smiles cheekily, slowly walking towards you as you stand next to the kitchen counter and traps you between his arms, leaning towards you to press a tantalising kiss on your neck.

"Stop distracting me," you complain as a soft sigh escapes your lips.

"You really wanna know, huh?"

You shake your head eagerly.

He watches you, amused, before finally taking a little bit of pity on you. "Okay, here's your clue. What's your favourite scary movie?"

Immediately, your breath hitches, goosebumps prickling your skin as you watch Wonwoo with wide eyes, a hint of heat blooming in your face.

Oh. My. God.

He is going to be Ghostface!

Wownoo's eyes glint at your reaction, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk as he presses a kiss on your jaw, picks up the keys to his bike from behind you and casually walks away, humming a tune.

Even after he is gone, you stay rooted to your spot, stunned but excited at what he has in store for you.

You are giddy that he took special note of your liking to the scream movie franchise. He had watched it before but after a random discussion about your favorite horror and slasher movies, you excitedly told him how much you loved that series and from then on, he had taken a liking to it as well. Now, Scream movies are a staple of your movie nights, especially the nights when you are in the mood for something freaky.

But Wonwoo as Ghostface?

Holy shit.

You have no shame in admitting that you have imagined him as Ghostface a time or two.

Does that man know how to read minds?

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Dressed in your angel costume consisting of a frilly white lacy bra and panties, a halo headband and angel wings, you finish setting up the camera and light before picking up your phone to see if there's any further update from Wonwoo. He last texted you to let you know that he would be a bit late coming from university as he had some things to finish up.

He asked you to text him before you are going to start the live, with a promise that he would be home within 10 to 15 minutes after that. Taking a deep, nerve-wracking breath you let him know that you are about to start.

Your fingers hover over the start button on your laptop for a while, your nerves making you shaky.

Fuck it.

Pressing the start button, you hold your breath and watch as seconds pass and the viewers start pouring in. Within two minutes you almost have five thousand viewers who are flooding the chat box asking where you have been or complimenting your look.

With a smile, that comes quite naturally, you greet them. "Hello, my lovely viewers! It has been so long, right?" You respond to a few comments in between before continuing. "As we all know, today is Halloween and today's live is Halloween themed as well. I have saved the best for my last live so stick around because there's plenty of surprises tonight."

Your eyes skim over the comments flying by rapidly while donations start pouring in with the increase of viewers. You chat with your viewers for a bit more, unsure if you should just get right into it without Wonwoo, as he is taking quite longer than you expected.

Right at that time, your phone's screen lights up and you see Wonwoo's message.

"You are looking absolutely ravishing, little cherry. I will be home in five minutes. Why don't you tell your viewers a bit about me now, so that they don't get worried when Ghostface comes and blows your back out."

The text leaves your throat dry, pooling heated lava in your belly as you try to swallow and form your next words as you look back into the camera. "So! Let me get into the fun part. Today my boyfriend will be joining me as well and he has promised to do all sorts of dirty things on camera with me."

Your face has heated up by now as you continue. "And the best part? He will be wearing a costume. You guys wanna take a guess?"

Your eyes scan the comments as people excitedly leave their guesses, most of them wrong. You smile. "I see a few people got it right. Those who said Ghostface, you got that absolutely right! I love the Scream movies and tonight I will have my very own Ghostface. He—" You stop as you hear the faint beep of the front door of the house opening.

"Guys, he's here!" You don't even care to hide your excitement as you almost jump off of your bed, moving outside the view of the camera and take a deep breath as your hand reaches for the doorknob of the bedroom. You hear the footsteps getting closer on the other side and with a swallow, you pull the door open.

And half a second later, he appears. Ghostface.

Well, Wonwoo.

Your man is wearing the mask, covering his entire face and he even got a black cloak to complete the ensemble. It only gets better as your eyes lay on the leather gloves covering his hands and the black commando boots on his feet.

Wonwoo's hands reach into his pockets to pull out his phone, wallet and keys as he takes one slow step into the room while you take one back.

"Hi," you whisper as he sets the items down on the dresser before pulling you by your waist and taking off his mask to capture your lips in a fierce brutal kiss. Your body goes jelly as your hands come to hold his neck, kissing him like a starved woman as your panties grow damp.

"Fuck, I am going to ravish you tonight, angel." He promises, his voice deep, the look in his eyes dark and menacing and you cannot wait for him to keep his words.

"Please do," you reply and he smirks before pulling the mask down.

"Get ready to get fucked by Ghostface, my cherry." He orders the next moment, shoving you towards the bed and after a second push, you land on the mattress on your back as he crawls over you before turning his face towards the camera, tilting his head in the standard Ghostface fashion as he lets the viewers take a good look at him.

The comments along with the donations go crazy right after he appears on the screen. You watch him with bated breath, waiting for his next move as he turns back to face you, his face unreadable due to that mask, his body a tempting blend of dark danger and desire.

Wonwoo abruptly tugs you up by grabbing your wrist, before shuffling off the bed so that you can come in front and be within the main focus of the camera. He moves behind you, kneeling on the bed but his form still towering over you as you sit with your legs open, back slightly arched. Wonwoo's hand roughly comes to grab your jaw and force you to look at the lens, making your breath stutter as he whispers in your ear, his voice muffled underneath the mask. "Open your legs, cherry. Wider."

With a swallow, you do so, as your sex comes into view, covered with the very tiny strip of fabric of your underwear which already has a light patch of wetness. Wonwoo's leather-clad fingers dance on your neck, before trailing downward, hovering over your breasts and then your stomach before reaching your pussy as without any warning, he pushes the tiny fabric of your underwear beside and slips one finger in.

"Fuck!" You jolt, your body rising from the bed but Wonwoo forces you down by grabbing your throat.

Your brain short-circuits, the feeling of leather deep inside you something unimaginably pleasing and arousing. Your hazy eyes land on the computer screen where you watch Wonwoo finger fuck you and your hips chasing him back with equal passion.

One finger becomes two inside you as he gradually builds his pace which is in tandem with the breathy moans coming out of you. By the time he has inserted the third finger, his grip on your throat is tighter, enough to make your lungs overwork for air as you try your best not to call out his name. Instead you yell his title for tonight, that you two fixed earlier.

"Sir! Please, sir! More!"

"You want to come, little cherry?" His voice is much deeper because of the mask and it is doing things to you. You can feel your pussy clench and unclench around his digits as a shiver runs down your spine.

"Yes, yes! Please!"

"Are you close?" There's a hint of mockery in his voice as he curls his fingers deep inside you and gives the slightest brush against your clit that makes your body shake. "Fuck! Right there!"

The orgasm builds and builds, the sweet taste of release dancing on your tongue. Wonwoo seems to have figured it out because just as you are about to fall into the well of bliss, he pulls out all his fingers leaving your pussy achingly gaping.

"No! Please!" You beg in protest as tears come to your eyes, body slumping forwards onto the bed, trying to catch your breath as you feel your orgasm painfully ebb away. But Wonwoo doesn't let you catch your breath. He grabs your hair and tugs you back roughly to bring you back into the view before shoving his fingers inside your mouth.

Your taste combined with leather is a pure erotic bliss on your tongue, making you suck eagerly on his fingers as you feel more wetness leak out of you.

You are about to start begging for more as he retracts his fingers from your mouth but you stop when you see his hand move to his back, looking for something underneath his cloak.

Your breath stutters when you see him pull out a stiletto knife and waving it in front of the camera, his movements teasing as you watch the blade glimmer dangerously underneath the soft lights. However, the main cause of your panic is the tint of red on the blade, the appearance of the crimson a bit too akin to real blood.

The image is scary but equally erotic for your fucked up, lust hazed brain.

He really thought this through, huh.

You don't get to dwell on it for too long because the next moment, the knife is against your throat, the tip dancing next to your sensitive flesh as you swallow. For a splinter of a second, you are scared, your hands reaching behind to grab his cloak tightly but then he whispers, "Easy, cherry."

And you relax as much as possible while he drags the tip of the knife down from your throat and between your breasts, teasing your skin all the while but not breaking it. It is dangerous and erotic, an addictive combination of two which renders you helpless as you simply watch him play with the knife and you while your breath comes in short pants.

The blade slices the lace right between the cups of your bra, easily tearing it into two and revealing your breasts to the camera. You don't have time to be shy because Wonwoo moves the knife towards your nipple, teasing the hard bud with soft pokes that make you whimper pathetically.

"Are you wet, little cherry?" He whispers in your ear and you can only nod, hypnotized by the way the blade looks moving against your skin.

"Touch your pussy." He commands and you immediately do so, dipping your index and middle finger into your pussy before pulling them out to show him the wetness coating them.

"Good girl. Suck them clean."

Once again, you are a mere puppet of his words, eagerly doing as you are told while he moves the knife away from your breasts, doing down and down until he reaches your panties, leaving trails of red on your skin. There, he drags the sharp tip up and down on the skin of your right thigh, before hooking it underneath the lace of your panties and tugging it open with a clean slice. You watch with bated breath as he does the same on the left side, before leaving you completely bare.

"Lean against me." He commands as he throws the scraps of your lingerie away on the floor. You lean back, resting your weight against him and sit in a position with your thighs parted that gives a clear view of your pussy to the camera and easy access to Wonwoo.

"You want to come, right? Let's see if you can come from this," His tone is challenging and you wonder what he is talking about. Good for you, you don't have to think too long because the next moment, he inserts the butt of the knife in your core.

"Oh my god! Fuck!" You shriek, surprised, embarrassed, stunned.

Wonwoo's hand has a firm grip on your stomach, holding your body flat against his as he pushes the butt of the knife inside you, not even an inch deep but the filthy and perilous act makes your breath hitch, a brand new wave of arousal hitting you, something you have never felt before.

The most embarrassing part is how wet you are and how easily the handle moves inside you, slick noises coming out to echo in the air. You completely forget that you are in front of a camera, as your mind travels to your desires filthiest swamp, making you forget about the time and place as you can only feel the sensation of the knife fucking you open while Wonwoo's body cradles you.

You throw your head back in pleasure, eyes falling closed as a continuous string of sirs slur out of your mouth and embarrassingly quick, you reach your release.

Wonwoo is kind enough to let you savour your release this time, as he holds you tighter and fucks you harder all through your high which triggers another orgasm for you. Your entire body shakes with the force of the second orgasm, your mind completely blanking out as the sweetest feeling of euphoria washes over you.

For a moment, you feel nothing physically, just a sensation of bliss growing in your chest. Wonwoo lets you catch your breath for a moment and when you start to drift back to yourself you realize the knife has been discarded on the floor and Wonwoo is moving you himself, manhandling you into the position he wants.

You are on all fours, your back arched as Wonwoo digs his fingers into your hip bone, placing you in the perfect position for him to slide inside easily. Your mouth remains open slightly, watching through the screen as Wonwoo unzips his leather pants and pulls out his cock. He is hard, the tip of his cock shining with precum, veins visible underneath the soft lights.

His tips prods at your sopping entrance and before you can take a deep breath to recollect yourself, he slides in, fully, effortlessly, eliciting a breathy gasp from you.

The feeling of fullness overwhelms you, making you shudder as he hits the most sensitive spot inside you.

"Oh fuck, sir—"

"Be quiet, slut." Wonwoo's hand moves to cover your mouth as he tugs your hair, making your head fall back while he increases his pace. Even though his hand covers your mouth, muffled whines come out of you, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly, similar to the way his fingers dig into your ass cheeks as you stare at the ceiling while gladly taking what he gives you.

And before too long, you hear soft, all too familiar grunts from Wonwoo and you know he's about to come. Wanting to make it quicker, you purposefully clench around him which wrests a loud groan from him, making you smile cheekily.

Of course, Wonwoo doesn't miss it and punishes you with a slap on your ass which you gladly receive as a reward. A sharp couple of thrusts later, you feel him release inside you and the warmth of his seed filling you up makes you whine as you grind your hips back. "Sir, please! I wanna come!"

Wonwoo's response is to shove your face down to the bed, smothering your face into the sheets as he takes a few deep breaths before thrusting back inside you with more vigor. The bed softly shakes with each thrust as you lie there limp, pleased to accept his every delicious inch.

His pace is powerful, maddening, teasing you as you hover over the precipice of your orgasm until you fall, when he leans to whisper in your ear, "Touch your cunt for me."

Immediately, your find flies to your clit as you frantically rub yourself while his hands tighten on your neck, hard enough to leave marks that you await to see eagerly. And that is enough to make you fall into the euphoria of release as your orgasm washes over you like roaring waves, making your body quake as your eyes roll to the back of your head. One of Wonwoo's hands crawl down to your center, batting your hand away from your pussy so that he can pinch your swollen bud between his thumb and index finger.

Which prompts you to do something you have never done before.

You squirt.

Jets of wetness fly out of you as you clench around Wonwoo on and off, your body slumping over in complete bliss and exhaustion as you obscurely feel Wonwoo come inside you.

The next few moments are hazy as you feel the vague warmth of Wonwoo around you before he shuffles around, followed by his voice which is directed at the camera, you think. When you finally, fully or half fully regain your consciousness, you see the live has ended with a whopping number of 1.5 million viewers, your highest ever. Your wide eyes are about to bulge out of your sockets when you see the amount of money you have earned.

"Holy shit." You breathe.

"Indeed." Wonwoo's voice reverberates from behind you, making you turn your head to find him sitting, leaning against the bed frame with one hand resting on his knee. Despite the mask still covering his face, you know his gaze is trained on your fully naked form, especially between your legs where you feel his warm release drop out. With a shy grin, you sit up and crawl towards him, positioning yourself comfortably on his lap, his cool leather pants bringing comfort to your heated skin.

You gently pry his mask off and your boyfriend's gorgeous face comes into view, those sharp fox like eyes watching you in a fervid gaze. You cannot stop yourself from running a hand through his messy hair, the strands soft against your fingertips, trying to smooth it down as you gingerly move to kiss his lips.

He tastes addictive, making you burn with a new dose of lust and longing as his hands come to hold your jaw brushing your hair out of your face.

"Still not satisfied?" He breathes against your mouth.

"Hmm, not for the night. How about a shower before round two?" You offer with a cheeky smile before jutting your chin the little traces of red on your chest and the cum seeping out of you.

"By the way, what was that red thing on the knife? It looked so much like real blood." You ask, resting your head against the crook of his neck and breathing in deeply. Wonwoo's arms come to wrap around your body, engulfing it in warmth as he rests his cheek on your head while you close your eyes feeling drowsy.

Due to the position, you cannot see the malicious smile on his lips when he whispers. "Something like that. Don't worry about it."

You hum sleepily while Wonwoo's eyes lazily fall on the knife, lying on the floor, the leftover specks of blood igniting a deep, depraved satisfaction within him.

Joshua had the balls to challenge him, threatening how he was going to expose him to you and everyone else and that was why Wonwoo left him alive.

It was the first time anyone had the audacity, the balls to challenge him. He was too amusing, too pitiful to be killed in one go. Besides, what he did could not be forgiven so easily.

No, Wonwoo was going to take his sweet sweet time with this heinous fucker because after what he did, a quick death is a mercy for him.

Wonwoo smiles when he remembers Joshua's forlorn face when he left him there as he bled, uttering the two words as he disappeared into the night.

"Game on!"

Wanna know the story behind the blood on the knife? Subscribe to my Patreon to see what happened from Wonwoo's POV here!

A/N: This was basically me confessing my obsession towards Ghostface (he's hot okay?) But Wonwoo as Ghostface? Ugh, that is peak perfection. As always, if you liked this, don't forget to reblog, comment and share! I'd love to hear your thoughts! And happy Halloween to those who celebrate!

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Glitter and Goo (I)

Summary: When you have to go on a mission to a different planet together, Bucky is hit by a mating ritual flower, and some feelings you two have been hiding come up. AKA: It’s a sex pollen fic with a side of breeding kink. WC: 1k words Warnings: Tension. Romantic tension.

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You watched the door of the ship nervously as Bucky ran up, keeping your distance as he practically barked at you in the COM system to do.

"Are you sure you're alright?" you insisted as he walked past you, sniffing, a little irritated on the nose.

What was that smell?

"I'm fine," he grunted. "I just need to clean up."

You hesitated a bit. The two of you were alone in that mission, to find some special element on a different planet.

"Did you get it?" you asked him, crossing your arms.

Bucky walked into the isolated decontamination shower.

"I did," he called from inside. "It's in my pocket."

You walked near the door, trying not to look inside.

"Get me a ziplock bag," he commanded.

"Are you sure you are alright?" you insisted. "Bucky, if it sprayed on you-"

He didn't even let you finish.

"I'll be fine," he snapped. "Just get me the ziplock bag!"

You stood stiffly, surprised by the harsh words.

Now, that wasn't like Bucky.

He sighed on the other side.

"Sorry," he spoke quickly. "I'm just... I want to wash this off of me."

You walked to the side, taking some of the ziplock bags you had.

"What happened?" you asked him, showing the empty ziplock to him.

The door opened slightly, and he pulled it from your hand quickly, closing the door again.

"Fucking flower exploded in front of me when I was kneeling," Bucky explained. "There's powder and goo everywhere. But I'm alright, really. Just... let me shower."

You pressed your lips together, but kept quiet, not wanting to fight with him and have a long, awkward trip back home. It was just the two of you for two fucking days.

"Do you want me to get you a change of clothes?" you offered.

This wasn't your shared bathroom, it was a fucking decontamination shower.

Bucky sighed.

"Yeah," he decided. "Please."

You did, placing it down in the exit and putting your protection equipment before taking his clothes and the element.

His jacket was covered in some pink shimmery dust, as he had just gotten in the way of a glitter bomb.

You took some of it too, putting it in your database, along with some of the goo, though most of it seemed to have dried already. The best-case scenario was that nothing would happen, but it was best to be safe.

"Friday?" you called. "Can you send a copy of these to HQ too? Maybe someone knows what they are."

"Yes, ma'am," the system answered back.

By the time you were done and back, Bucky had left the decontamination shower, and looked very grumpy.

"Hey," you stopped in front of him, still a little hesitant. "Doing alright?"

He glanced up at you, eyes lingering on your chest before moving to your face, scrubbing his metal arm.

"I'll have to get someone to look into my arm," he told you. "I don't know if something got between the plates."

You tilted your head, surprised.

"I thought it was self-cleaning," you noted. "Like... a fancy self-cleaning oven, of sorts."

His lips curled in a tiny smile at your joke.

"Most of the time," he confirmed. "But I never had alien pollen and goo on it before."

You shrugged, amused.

"Well, good luck," you wished him. "I sent that stuff to the database, just to be sure."

He hummed a bit in confirmation, and you left him alone, going to the food supply to fix dinner for you two.

"Bucky?" you called. "Why didn't you tell me they packed us lemons?"

Bucky had been the one to deal with the food on the way up, more used to making food in a ship than you'd ever been.

You looked back at the lack of answer and walked back to where you'd left him, finding him resting back on the wall, looking a little loopy.

"Bucky?" you called.

He jumped, surprised, though his eyes were still heavy.

"Hi," he gasped back. "Sorry, what?"

"Lemons," you told him. "You didn't tell me we had them. I can make lemonade."

Bucky took his hand to his nose, pinching in.

"I'm not hungry," he told you. "Maybe just... I don't know. Squeeze one for yourself?"

You shifted on your feet.

"Are you alright?"

Bucky rubbed his eye.

"Yeah," he waved you a dismissive hand.

"Maybe you should have a nap?" you suggested. "Did you sleep since we left?"

He moved slowly, shaking his head.

"Gotta make sure you're safe," he mumbled. "We're in space."

You shook your head.

Bucky was so protective, and it was cute, but it worried you a bit. You were a scientist, not an agent or an Avenger, like him, but it didn't mean you couldn't protect yourself. You worked for SHIELD! Being able to protect yourself was probably the most important thing after being good at your job.

"Well, we can't be more alone," you assured him. "And the ship is very good at protecting anyone who is inside."

He scoffed, but you reached for him anyway, pulling him.

"Come on," you told him. "Bedtime for you."

He grunted but followed you quietly as you guided him down to your shared dorm, sitting him on his bed - the bigger one, large enough to fit his massive body.

"Don't want to leave you alone," he fell back, hand holding yours closely.

You squeezed his hand and he took it closer to his face, nosing your skin.

"I'll be alright," you assured him. "Don't worry."

But Bucky didn't let you go, holding you with such firmness you couldn't help but focus a little too much on it.

His lips brushed against the back of your hand as his eyes closed, mumbling something so low you couldn't quite understand the words.

He dozed, and when you tried to move, he just held you in place.

You sighed, and reached for your bed, taking your pillow and sneaking it to his side. It was weird, maybe, but when you put it near his face, he sought it with his nose, sniffing it and moving closer and grabbing it, finally letting you go.

Bucky nuzzled your pillow happily, holding it in a tight grip as he turned to his side, and it awakened something in you, imagining how it would feel to be the one he was squeezing so closely like that.

Still, you stood up, shaking some wisdom into yourself and walking out, closing the door.

He needed to rest.

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sos smp is going great guys (transcript under the cut)

Oli: I was just telling them how- how-

Sausage: Huh?

Oli: I'm not- they were like "Be PG!" and I was like "You watch Sausage and you ask me to be PG?"

Sausage: I am PG, what're you talking about?

Oli: Sausage, I've- we've all seen the salmon.

Sausage: What're you talking about, "the salmon"?

Oli: Why do you think the salmon is funny, Sausage?

Sausage: [overlapping, taking out a noteblock] This guy?

Oli: Yeah, that guy.

Sausage: [placing a salmon head on the noteblock] Why do I think this is funny?

Oli: Yeah.

[Sausage starts hitting the noteblock, it makes the sound of a Minecraft salmon flopping out of water repeatedly. This plays for the rest of the interaction.]

Oli: [overlapping] Yeah, could you explain the co- could you explain the joke?

Sausage: [overlapping] It's a funny n- It's a funny sound! It's a funny sound!

Oli: [overlapping] Yeah, but could you explain why it's funny?

Sausage: [overlapping] It [unintelligable]

Oli: [overlapping] Lovely h- lovely hog behind you, fella. Lovely hog.

Sausage: Oh, yeah, do you have- do you have good cinematography? Do you have a good angle on my booties?

Oli: [overlapping] Oh, I do, I've got you nicely in the background, yeah, yeah.

Sausage: Ok, yes. The reason that I love this sound, Oli, is that it reminds me of my childhood.

Oli: Of your- [music stops] What?

[They both laugh]

Oli: Sorry?

[Music starts again]

Sausage: Yes! Growing up, y'know, I come home from school, I'm like a 13-14 year old boy, coming home from school, watching a little bit of TV in the background-

Oli: [overlapping] TV, yeah.

Sausage: Waiting for my mum to come to pick me up from, uh, from work. Y'know? And I'm- I'm at my grandma's house, I'm just hanging out. Door closed, she's in the other room, just watching her telenovelas, right? Her little Spanish soap operas.

Oli: [overlapping] Of course, of course. Très bien!

Sausage: And I'm just, y'know, in my room, nothing to do. I'm there- Just- I pick up a, uh, like a nice magazine or something, and I just start going through and just looking through it. [Music stops] And- uh- and then- [stuttering] Just one thing leads to another and leads to another and I have to go take a shower that.

Oli: [laughs]

Sausage: And then I go- and I go home.

Oli: [overlapping] Yeah? Cause you spilt your Pepsi. You spilt your Pepsi Max. [Music restarts]

Sausage: I spilt- I spilt my juice, my juice, all over my bed.

Oli: [overlapping] Your juice! Your delicious juice!

Sausage: All over my bed, Oli!

Oli: I can't stop them, chat, you know I can't stop him, chat. You- You've been in his streams! He can't be stopped! I just have to let him run! I just have to let him run his bit until it's too late and then what? Then what? What am I supposed to do? I'm sorry- to- to all of the chats watching. But what am I supposed to do about him? I can't- He's got more subscribers, he gets to choose what happens here. I don't have the power to stop him!

[Sausage is laughing the whole time Oli talks]

#sos smp #mythicalsausage #oli orionsound #nsft #I GUESS???????

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akitasimblr · 2 months

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another day, another lucky day! this time, we get a new skill object!! and which object you ask? well, one of the object choices of the contestant with more skill points... and with 3 skill points, lucy-celeste chooses:

a massage table!

karter is sharing some cowboy stories and he is entertaining the boys 🤗🤗🤗 seriously, these three give me such bro vibes ❤️

no, dodo, mikayla doesn't like your boo boo jokes... *rolls eyes*

and wait a minute...! WHEN did this happen, jaxon?!?!?! i blame the neighbourhood stories while household 3 was not an active household.

martha is planting taro roots and asking herself if this is... edible? mikayla is determined on crafting chairs, but so far she can only craft some poor quality horse sculptures.

daisy f. is fishing... daisy d. is mining. karter is giving a massage to dodo *winks winks* and lucy-celeste wants a rocking chair! i trust in you guys!!

oh! is this a thing now? trapping dodo in the waterfall? daidy d. you are playing your cards well, girl!

and while martha and mikayla build their friendship, seriously, they're becoming besties! well, meanwhile, dodo trapped karter in the waterfall! and to dodo's amazement, karter was showring... nude!!

nap in the sunset, i subscribe this!

and karter keeps being the life of the party, lucy-celeste is definitely a fan! mikayla is very worried about hygiene in the island and didn't refuse martha's wish to have a massage <33

jaxon is sharing the big news and dodo declares his love!

oh my! thunderstorm is hitting the island. protect yourselves!!

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thisismeracing · 10 months

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CHARLES LECLERC MASTERLIST

✦ CHARLES LECLERC ▶ CL16

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KEYS: s: smut f: fluff a: angst ✷: Patreon exclusive

― ✦ SOCIAL MEDIA AU

this is the last time I ever call you babe (a): It’s been a little over a year since Y/n and Charles Leclerc ended their relationship, and Y/n went radio silent from everywhere…until the Grand Prix day. They say revenge is a dish better served cold, right?

everything has changed (f): Y/n, a famous singer, drops a song that is more like a letter confessing her feelings, and some fans are convinced it’s about F1 golden boy Charles Leclerc.

his pretty girl (f) : Fans start to notice Charles around an influencer’s profile and it's easy to put two and two together to discover just how in love he is.

match winners (f): After mentioning in an interview that she roots for Charles Leclerc, Yn is surprised with a new follower who happens to show up at one of her tennis matches.

sunshine (f): In which Charles starts dating an earthy/spiritual girl who just loves nature and good energy.

my boyfriend Marc (f): In which Yn always refers to her secret boyfriend as Marc and fans take forever to put the pieces together and realize that many of the names she used were actually Charles Leclerc’s middle names.

his protector (f): Yn is a comedian, who happens to date the f1 driver Charles Leclerc and who loves to joke around about how horrendous Ferrari is, but beware: she is the only one who can laugh at her boyfriend’s disastrous races. No one pokes fun at Charles in front of her, especially not on live TV.

all because I liked a boy (a): Yn fell in love with Charles and secretly dated him for almost a year. She didn’t consider, however, how fans would react seeing they used to love and still stan Charles’ past relationship. What happens when their hidden love gets out in the open? ● part 2 here

just like in the movies (f): You’re shooting a new movie about racing cars, but you did not expect to get a racing heart from a certain driver. Or the one where they met at a racing track and fell in love.

king of manifesting (f): You’ve been secretly dating Charles for a while, but fans can’t believe it when the rumors start to go around. What do you mean a vroom-vroom Ferrari guy is dating their idol?

a real goal getter (f): When fans see Charles at one of your soccer matches, they start speculating what he is doing at a stadium he’s never been to, talking to a guy he never talked with (who happens to be your best friend). When they discover you’re together, they agree you’re the best player, but Charles is the goal scorer for landing someone as amazing as you.

― ✦ BLURBS

you betrayed me (a)

Overprotective bf (f)

Timeless (f)

― ✦ REGULAR IMAGINES

honeymoon stunts (s): Charles and Yn just got married, and although they know too much about one another, there’s always something new to discover together, such as Charles’ new breeding kink.

the (un)lucky one (f): Charles and Yn have a history back from when he was at alfa romeo, Yn used to be his PR assistant, and they were close to best friends. Now, years later, they are still friends, but Yn is Carlos’ assistant now, and she can help but root for her new friend and boss. Meanwhile, Charles is having trouble with no longer having her undying support all the time. He’s been through an unlucky season on the speedway, will he be unlucky in love too?

anything you want (s)✷: After getting hit by a wave of bad luck, Yn takes matters into her own hands to make her boyfriend feel a bit better about his situation. Sometimes all you need to feel brand new is a two-day vacation full of sex by the fire and words of affirmation.

love bites (a)✷: It is believed that during the Halloween season, cursed souls and entities come out to play. As it happens, some of them can come uninvited, but things get a lot easier for the dark side when people like Yn are challenged by her friends to go beyond the safety of the town and into the woods looking for a cursed church. One wouldn’t want to be near to witness humans discover history they’re not supposed to.

charlieverse (f): When Yn decided to go to a Halloween party with her best friend, Charles Leclerc, she did not consider that some of the fantasies would be so close to reality that they would terrify her. But one thing Yn had no idea about too, was Charles’ feelings for her. All Hallow’s Eve is not the most romantic scenario to confess your feelings, but it might be just the perfect one for them.

not quite love (a)✷: When you get romantically involved with your best friend you were not expecting a marriage proposal, but simply a commitment. You were sure that what you had wasn’t quite love, though it could be and maybe that’s what hurt the most. The fact that you had everything to be each other’s end game, but turned out to be strangers.

― ✦ HEADCANONS

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sokkigarden · 1 year

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dancing with our hands tied (part i)

jamie tartt x female reader // nsfw 18+ // enemies to lovers // fwb

masterlist // read on ao3

summary: wearing the jersey of your self-proclaimed enemy wasn't supposed to go like this.

word count: 2.8k

decided to post this fic to tumblr! not sure if i will be doing a taglist, but i will be tagging each part with jamie tartt x reader + jamie tartt smut so if you are following those tags religiously (like me) then you can find it lol. its also on ao3 and will likely get updated there first if you'd like to subscribe that way. big shoutout to @whimsical-roasting for drafting this in our dms in a haze one night LMAO i would not have been able to write this without her<3333

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“No no no, there is no way I’m wearing that.”

Opposite of you, your best friend, Laney, stood with two Richmond jerseys in her hands. One said ‘Tartt’ across the back, the other, ‘McAdoo,’ but you already knew which one she wanted to wear. She had a raging crush on Isaac, so that left only one option for you.

And there was no way you were wearing Jamie Tartt’s fucking jersey.

You would never hear the end of it. As part of the team’s physio team, you had a good rapport with most of the players. You complimented them when they had a good match and joked around while working with them through their physical therapy treatments.

You had a decent working relationship with everyone on the team.

Everyone except for Jamie Tartt.

There was no question that since his return to Richmond, he had become a changed man, but his past words had left a lingering resentment. You didn’t think you were in the wrong to simply avoid interacting with the man. He hadn’t often been seen in the treatment room, and when he had, you typically passed off his treatment to another member of the team, along with some flimsy excuse for why you couldn’t do it.

But recently, as he trained more with Coach Kent outside of the dog track, he’d needed additional treatment. And as the new lead of the physio team, you were in charge of his treatment plan.

In recent months, especially since working more closely with him, he’d started to notice the difference in behavior from you, leading to all sorts of jests and confrontations. Now, it seemed like he just got a kick out of teasing and inevitably pissing you off. You couldn’t help but fire some scathing shots back. What started out as a simple plan of avoidance had clearly backfired.

Now everytime he needed assistance with muscle cramps or pain medication, you got a conversation full of sarcasm and questions. It almost felt like sometimes he came in just to rile you up.

Just last week, Jamie came in to check on his ankle after a bad landing at training. You examined his leg and he made comments the entire time you had your hands on him.

“You know, I get waxed. Weekly. Everywhere.”

You had stumbled ever so slightly as you’d gone to grab an ice pack. You cringed inwardly, knowing this would only add more fuel to Jamie’s fire. You were tired of him getting the best of you, making you flustered. You wanted to fight back.

Turning back to him with the ice pack, you stared at him directly.

“Show me,” you challenged.

Jamie’s face held an incredulous expression.

“You mentioned it— you clearly want to,” you reasoned, shrugging your shoulders, “So show me.”

You hoped your confidence in calling his bluff worked in your favor, and his face showed that he was clearly surprised by this turn of events. You couldn’t tell what he would do next. He rolled his eyes with that smug smirk on his face before he raised his eyebrows and lifted his shirt up.

Sure enough, his chest was bare, showing off his sculpted muscles.

Jamie leisurely lounged across the treatment table, chest exposed, and you would be lying if you said your mouth didn’t water a little bit at the sight. Even after being around athletes on a daily basis, there was something about Jamie that just— hit different. His cockiness was surely annoying, but it was also incredibly arousing, as much as you hated to admit it. You felt a squeeze in your chest but you bit your tongue to keep yourself in line. There was no way that thought would ever bear fruit.

You shoved the ice pack into his lap, making sure some of it landed on the bare skin of his stomach, watching as he flinched a little bit at the abrupt action and cold temperature of the pack.

“Ice your ankle for twenty minutes, then stay off it the rest of the day,” you informed him, acting like the last few moments hadn’t happened. “You’ll be good to train tomorrow.”

Jamie scoffed at your indifference. He grasped the ice pack fully and let his shirt slide back down.

“Sure, love, I’ll do that.”

He knew you hated it when he called you by a pet name. That only made him use them more. You glanced back at him, staring into his eyes for a moment before you grabbed your bag.

The tension in the room was palpable before you’d headed out to check on the rest of the players at training. You hadn’t said anything else as you’d left.

So, yeah. There was no way Jamie Tartt would ever let you hear the end of it if you showed up in his jersey number.

“Oh, come on!” Laney pleaded. “I don’t want to wear a jersey alone.”

“Plenty of people do!”

“Yeah, but plenty of people don’t get to go behind the scenes and actually speak to the players,” she gushed. “I don’t want to meet them and look stupid all alone.”

“So instead, you want me to look stupid with you,” you gave her a flat look.

She smiled mischievously. “What? I thought it would be funny. You complain about him all the time.”

If only she fully comprehended the validity behind your complaints.

You knew there was no way you were ever going to win this fight, so you slipped on the jersey and braced for impact. You were happy to have Laney come along to a game, especially since you didn’t always attend matches and her being a big Richmond fan gave you an excuse to watch. You wanted today to be good, not just for you, but for her too. It was exciting to be able to take your best friend on a little ‘backstage’ tour during gameday.

You hoped today would be good, and that you wouldn’t have any run-ins with the man who made your blood boil.

Alas, not even twenty minutes later, as you walked into the back of the Nelson Road stadium through the employee entrance, you promptly ran into none other than Jamie Tartt.

“Well well well, I didn’t realize someone was such a big fan,” the familiar Mancunian accent taunted behind you.

You tried not to visibly cringe as you turned around to face Jamie. He was not yet in his kit, still wearing his street clothes: a monochrome denim set. It was frankly unfair how well the jeans fit him, but you refused to let your gaze linger for more than a few seconds.

“Oh my, it's the infamous Jamie Tartt,” Laney greeted him playfully. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Your jaw clenched at her words as she reached out to shake his hand. He eagerly accepted.

“Have you?” he asked with a mischievous look in your direction that made you roll your eyes.

Laney nodded emphatically. “She talks about you all the time.”

You nudged her shoulder to get her to stop talking but she just looked at you innocently. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it seemed like Jamie did too.

“Oh, does she?” Jamie questioned.

He was eating this up. His face was smug and you were sure this would haunt you for weeks to come.

“Laney, why don’t you go get some snacks? Shouldn’t be a line since we are here a bit early. I’ve got to talk to Jamie before the match,” you said. “I’ll meet you at our seats?”

You smiled sweetly at her, but underneath the nice layer, you knew your eyes held an anger that had her quickly waving goodbye and scurrying off. You were more than happy to have her accompany you to a match, but this entire interaction was reminding you of why you hadn’t invited her sooner.

For a moment, you just stared at him. It was hard to look him directly in the eye sometimes. Despite the headstrong front you kept up, you weren’t used to dealing with such interactions. You weren't stupid, you knew that this dance you two engaged in fell close to flirting (at least that’s what Laney said), and when you looked directly at him, you remembered just how fucking hot he was.

It wasn't just his physical attributes. Sure, he was in excellent physical shape, and his hair looked particularly perfect ever since he started going a bit blond, and his lips were always in a little pout, just begging to be kissed. But it was also a little more than that. Seeing him step up to lead as they began Total Football, working as a team player while also getting in extra workouts to be the best he could be. You weren't blind. You could see his internal changes on the outside, somehow. He didn't seem as cold. He didn't seem as distant and prickish. Jamie’s change in demeanor changed how everyone saw him including himself.

And he seemed to look even hotter than he used to.

Was it possible for someone to just keep getting more and more attractive?

It was part of the reason he drove you up the wall. How did he so perfectly remain just a little bit of a prick while also being a better person? And why did he have to look so pretty while doing it?

More and more people were making their way through the hallway as the dog track got ready for the match, and Jamie still stood in the middle, with an innocent, questioning look directed towards you.

You huffed before you grabbed his arm and shoved him into the treatment room. Even if he was acting oblivious to spectators, you didn’t want to put on a show when you once again ripped him a new one.

His face was still prickish as you turned to look at him. He was clearly enjoying this much more than you were.

“So you talk about me when I ain’t around, love?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“No, I don’t,” you said firmly. “And don’t call me ‘love.’”

He pursed his lips, “Seems like you do… love.”

He smiled cheekily at you and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes at him. Instead, you crossed your arms and put on what you hoped was your most serious face.

“I talk about everybody,” you defended, but he clearly wasn’t listening.

“Hmmm, and what do you say about me?” Jamie scratched his chin to mock being in deep concentration.

“Mostly, I tell people you’re a pain in my ass.”

The statement seemed to shock Jamie out of his act and he narrowed his eyes at you. You knew it wasn’t the best idea to have a sparring match with a footballer right before a game. They were pent up with nerves and adrenaline as they prepared.

After a moment of no response, you expected the conversation to be over and began to move toward the door, when he finally spoke up.

“Bend over, I’ll show you a pain in the ass.”

Now you’re the one who’s speechless. You let out a breathless laugh of shock, before rolling your eyes. You continued on your way to the door, moving to leave him in the room alone. Just as you go past him, he playfully smacks your ass. Before you have a chance to even choose your reaction, you let out what can only be described as a whimper mixed with a moan.

You whirl around to look at him, and you both seem to be shocked by the noise. You can tell your face is burning with embarrassment as you stare at each other in a momentary state of shock.

He recovers first, letting out a breath of a laugh. A smirk dances across his face.

“Liked that, did you?” he taunted.

You clearly didn’t recover as quickly, your reply coming out weaker than you’d like. “Shut up, Tartt.”

He stepped a little closer to you, and you stepped back instinctively, before you ran into the table set up next to the door.

“I liked hearin’ it,” he said, his voice coming out like a rough whisper.

It all happened so fast. One moment you were barely processing how close the two of you were. Making direct eye contact, breathing the same air. In the next moment, you had spun around, shoving your own pants down around your knees as you heard him unzipping his jeans. He gripped your waist as he spanked you again, and you didn’t even try to suppress the moan that left your lips.

He slid his dick in easily, and you were surprised at how wet you’d become from simply arguing with the man. He held you against his chest as he thrust into you, pressing a messy kiss to your neck, sucking slightly. Part of you was worried about him leaving a mark, but the thought was pushed to the back of your mind as he continued his journey along your neck. He raised your knee higher to rest against the table for a better position, and you groaned in unison as he thrust deeper inside you. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, leaning against him.

“You wanted this real bad, huh, angel?” he asked.

You nearly wept at the pet name. You made a noise of protest, but your voice came out near breathless from the intensity of it all. You felt like your knees would buckle from the sensation, so you gripped the table in an attempt to not fall.

“Fuck you— you wanted it more,” you defended, but just as you spoke, he hit deep inside you and left the end of your sentence turning to mush as you moaned.

The table wasn’t enough to grab onto, so you reached back and started to grip the strands of his hair. He groaned directly into your ear, and you felt your knees nearly give out entirely.

“Damn, you look so pretty with my name on your back and my dick inside you,” he mumbled as he ran his hand up to grip at your throat. The action wasn’t gentle, but the pressure was perfect.

You’d almost forgotten you were wearing his name across the back of your jersey. Of course he would think it was hot.

It surprised you when you realized you found it kind of hot too.

“Don’t get used to it,” you warned, “This isn’t happening again.”

Your harsh words felt like they had no meaning as you bucked against him. His own hips rose up to meet your own. Truth be told, you were getting your shit rocked and were already wondering when you could fuck him again. You felt your brain short circuiting. Your breaths were shallow as he moved his hand up to your mouth.

You bit his hand out of frustration, making him hiss and thrust his hips faster. He shoved his fingers into your mouth and you sucked instinctively, causing him to whine.

“Jamie,” you gasped around his fingers, “I-I’m close.”

“Me too, love,” he panted in reply. You didn’t have it in you to correct him over the pet name, overcome with the sensations coursing through your body.

He removed his fingers from your mouth and snaked his hand down your body to find your clit, adding extra pressure. He knows just the right way to move his fingers that has you falling apart in mere moments.

When you come, he turns your head to plant a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips as you both find your release. You find yourself kissing him back intensely, chasing his lips once he finally pulls away.

Your knees are weak at this point, fully leaning against him for support once he finally slips out of you and pulls his jeans back up. Before he has a chance to say anything between breaths, you reach for a towel off the shelves above you and clean yourself off.

You’re still out of breath as you finally look over at him. His face is shiny with sweat and you fear you look the same. You’ll have to stop by the restroom before you meet back up with Laney.

Laney.

The thought of your friend has you glancing at the clock on the wall, cursing yourself. Everything starts to come into clear view, and you wonder how you let things go this far. You just fucked Jamie Tartt. How the hell did that just happen?

You press your lips in a firm line. You try to keep your hands from visibly shaking.

“This is never happening again,” you tell him again, as you reach for the door handle to exit.

As you open the door, Jamie scoffs.

“Sure, love,” he says, sauntering through the door that you opened, “I’ll see you after the match.”

He leaves you with a wink before heading off to get ready for the match. If you thought he would be unbearable about the jersey, you had just made the entire situation so much worse.

You weren’t sure how long you stood in the treatment room before you finally left as well.

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