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happyselves · 4 years ago

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Wrong Number { Lando Norris x reader one shot }

WARNING !!! EXPLICIT !!!

You were the new PR assistant of Mclaren F1 Team and you end up adapting pretty quickly even starting to have some friends in the team and you were actually at grand prix for the weekend, working on the social media stuff. Obviously for your work you had to have the driver's phone number, but you haven't had the need to use it yet.

You were chilling in your bed, in that gorgeous hotel room, writing some new plans and ideas of videos for the next day where you will have to film a video of the drivers for the youtube of the team. Your phone was lost in your bed sheet and you were on it. Usually you aren't staying up this late but grand prix's weekends were a lot of work.

Indeed you were focused, glasses on almost done with your work. As soon as you finish, content with what you did, you close your computer and put it down next to bed, searching your phone everywhere to turn it off but you saw the little notification and decided to click on it.

Your eyes went wide as you saw the picture of a penis in erection, you double checked the name ... " Lando Norris " . What was happening was that he ... you didn't know how to react before seeing the three little points telling you that he was writing to you.

" OMG I'm so so sorry that wasn't meant for you, omg omg I'm so so sorry really Oh my god "

Obviously you were still shocked, I mean it was Lando Norris, the driver you work with ... You are supposed to see him tomorrow, how are you both going to be able to move on from this. Of course he does what he wants to do in his personal time. That's not your business to tell but a dick pic ? Why were you feeling so hot right now ? Was it because of the embarrassment or was it something else ? Because your stomach makes you feel a weird sensation that extends below between your legs. You took so long to respond that the three dots appeared again.

" I understand if you don't want to answer but know that I'm deeply sorry sincerely, I don't know what to do, if I could delete it and go back like 20 minutes ago I would, I'm not like that .. I'm not someone dirty ... doing that to someone... that's not who i am at all... "

You read and another message appeared.

" I had a bet with my friends, it's so dumb I feel so bad now, please say something I don't want this to change your work environnment ... "

How could you respond to him, staying professional ? Or admitting that you were so turned on by this picture and him, that you were imagining him touching you, one hand inside your underwear and the second one holding your phone, watching this picture again and again. He was large and the perfect size like how you like it. It was too late for your brain to function properly when you already had a press to send a message your thumbs wrote on it's own.

" You turned me on "

Shit ... that's all you had written ? The realisation hit you, what did you just do ... Why were you feeling so dirty right now but you were so excited to see his response, to see how he will react, that was a bit perverted of you but it felt so good to let yourself go lose like this. Too bad it was with basically one of your bosses ... The dots appeared so quick on the screen ... that's it you went too far and you are about to get kicked out of that team.

" Turn you on ? "

...

" Ohhhh ... "

" OH "

He was freaking out, of course he was freaking out. You were about to write something when the next text came at your surprise.

" You like it ? "

Oh god, he is entering a dangerous game now, first him sending you a pic and then you lose yourself that you respond something completely out of character and now he is playing along with it and you want more, so much more.

" Yeah ... a lot ... don't feel sorry and don't feel ashamed of it "

The anticipation of his next message was burning your inner self.

" I feel proud ... I don't really know what to say actually "

You knew what to do and you did it. You took a picture of your hand down your underwears touching yourself and send him accompanied with a little description " Now we are even "

His response didn't wait long before it came.

" Stop it [YN] are you doing that because of me ? "

You giggle and the vibration of your laugh made you moan somehow, you were feeling so hot right now and your hand was moving slowly to massage you. You were trying your best to not go too fast cause you wanted the pleasure to last, but it was hard writing with only one hand so you pressed the button to dial him. You didn't know if he would pick up but you needed to finish what you started. It rang 3 times before he picked up, both of you went quiet for a moment before you talked with a small almost whispering voice.

" I didn't know if you would pick up "

Lando POV :

What was happening to me, out of everything the person I sent a pic to… it has to be her, the new girl in the team, the actually pretty sexy new girl ... whyyyy ? But I was so surprised to see that she wasn't freaking out, quite the opposite actually, she wasn't as shy and innocent as she makes us all believe and I liked that. I liked that I might be the only one to see the little demon waking up behind that angelic figure. She put me in shock when she wrote that I turned her on, she didn't have much to do and the mystery of this got me so curious and then she sent me a picture of her touching herself, saying we are even ? She was playing a dangerous game here and if I'm not careful I might become addicted to it. She threw me off one more time by calling me, I didn't know what to do and I almost missed the call before picking up. What can I say to her? I hardly speak to her during work time and I don't even know if I would remember her voice.

And then she spoke with the most innocent angelic voice yet kinda out of breath, I wanted to moan just by listening to her but I bit my lips very hard for the sound to not come out of my mouth.

" well I wasn't sure if I could to "

She giggled and I swear I felt a twitch in my pants.

" I'm glad you did "

Her voice was erratic now, and I could bet she was pleasuring herself. Dangerous, mysterious, a little dirty and slightly perverted but in a good way. Knowing that you switch that button in her brain that turns on her just by sending a picture was so exciting to me and made me want her even more. I saw her so many times, the McLaren's team outfit wasn't doing her justice but I could see her pretty curve, she was giving the body of a goddess. She was everything I was attracted to, physically and now knowing this dark side of her, mentally too. I want more, so much more again and I was imagining her touching herself just for me and my mouth opened on it's own, letting sound escaping it have my eyes closed. It took me time before I realised that I was on the phone with her again.

Lando: shittt, [ YN ] what are we doing ?

You : I don't know but I can't stop, not now it's too late

Lando : What are you doing ?

You : You know what I am doing don't you ? And that's on you ..

Damn if I could leave my room right now and meet her in her and take her I would !

Lando : I need you to tell me what you are doing cause I'm going crazy here ..

She paused before talking again.

You : I'm touching myself thinking of you, your hand on me, how warm you would feel on me, how the veins in your arms would pop up...

I bet her fingers were moving rather fast than slow right now cause she whimpered from time to time. For real this woman that I barely know is driving me crazy and knowing that she is just a couple meters away from me. I love it so much because it feels like she is a forbidden fruit, a delicious one that I can't touch but desperately want and need now that I almost had the taste of it.

You : And you, what are you doing ?

You POV

You were far from the edge but you felt the tingling spike between your legs, he could go quick or slow, the orgasm was preparing itself, sending you electricity randomly.

Lando : I'm slowly caressing myself down to go and take myself thinking of you, your hair tingling my skin, how your hands feel on my naked torso and so far you look absolutely gorgeous.

You bit your lips so hard at how he pictured perfectly what was going on in your mind, you were in symbiosis. There was a question burning your lips for so long already and you really wanted to ask him so you dare so.

You : Do you wanna come into my room ?

Lando : Are you sure ? I'm pretty sure there are some rules that we can't cross.

You : They don't need to know and even if they know if you take the responsibility they can't do anything.

Lando : Oh trust me I will take the responsibilities for it.

You : Then come to room 155, and be quick and quiet cause there are other people on the team in the next rooms.

You hung up the phone and quickly went to the bathroom, you didn't know what was going on in your head to be so bold but you needed it so much, you needed him so much. You check yourself in the mirror, you were supposed to sleep in a big oversize mclaren tee shirt with just a pj short that we could barely see because of the shirt.

Lando soon knocks on the door twice and you jump off the bed to go and open it. As soona so do so you bring him by the shirt and crash your lips into his. He pushes you inside the room and closes the door behind you, pinning you against the wall. He was kissing you with so much passion, literally eating your lips, tasting all of you like you were something rare that he will never taste again. His hands went under your shirt and he was surprised to see that you didn't have a bra. His palms found themself at home on each side of your breast lifting you before holding you from your thighs. You were mesmerized to see such a young shy man like him being so confident right now and that turns you on even more. Your legs were now crossed around him not letting him now that you had him, hands in his curls playing with them. He was like a puppy when you pulled them a little bit, breaking the kiss, closing his eyes and moaning into your ears, what a beautiful melody it was. He kissed your jaw mufflying something as soon as he met your neck.

Lando : I want you so much

You thought you misheard it and your heart went crazy like it wanted to escape your chest. He pushed both of you on the bed, making you bounce on the mattress and unlock yourself from him, you whined a bit missing his contact already and he laughed before pausing, watching you sit on your elbow.

You : What

Lando : You are so hot in that McLaren tee shirt but you would look even more perfect in one of my shirts.

You : Then next time you will give me one or I will still have one of yours but for now just come here.

And you bring him once more by the aim of his shirt, taking it off in the process of kissing again. Your tongues were shyly meeting a first contact with each other before finding their pace and dancing together. How could they fit so well with each other ? You both felt something like you never felt before and it caught you both off guard that you moaned in harmony before looking at each other.

You : I don't think I can wait that long, I need you now Lando.

Lando POV :

The way she says my name, man, I will always remember this moment, her under me looking like a greek goddess, the way her eyes were on me, eating me alive ... Like the dude I don't remember who said I now understand what it is to burn for someone cause I was burning of desire for her. I don't think I could ever get tired of her eyes begging me to touch her, her breath itching as I touch a sensitive spot. The way her body moves as I take off her shirt throwing on the ground. How she giggled when my head got stuck in my own shirt as she tried to pull it off me. I don't know what angels sound like but I'm pretty sure it's close to her voice.

When I kissed her on her neck, going down to her chest. Her skin reacts giving her shivers that she digs her nails in my back, lifting her chin in pure pleasure.

All the imagination I had of her like this became reality and it was better than what I had ever dreamt of. She was the definition of warm and erotistic and she was so vulnerable in front of me gladly giving me her approval to take advantage of her.

You POV :

You were both almost naked only your bottom part was still on but not for long, you graciously took off your shorts putting it down with your feet before you turned your focus on his grey pants showing already how big his bulge was. You didn't need to imagine how he must be because you've already seen it and you couldn't wait to see it for real. Lando stands on his knees letting you pull down the jogging letting his member finally free from any fabric. As he goes down again to attack you on your lips he takes the rest of his pants off. It was so intimate to both be naked like this, your skin feeling his, connecting like two wires cable sending each other electricity. There was something real happening between you too, there were the physic attraction yes but it was so much more than sex and you weren't even at that part yet. He was taking his time with you, testing your patience, how much of a self control he had cause you just wanted to have him inside of you, but he decided overwise, instead he went down between your legs kissing them and licking them before blowing on it which made you arch your back.

You : Stop it already I can't take it anymore ...

Lando : Shut up ... I know you enjoyed it

Oh my god, you never knew you had kink for that, him being dominante like that, his voice vibrating down your legs was extremely disturbing for you cause that made you inner self react on his own, twisting inside and making moaning louder than usual. Oh that was dangerous, you felt like he could make you cum without actually touching you and now he knows it and will use it as an advantage. His tongue was running on you, coming way too close to your inner thigh. He paused, tilting his head a bit to look at you in the eyes before connecting his lips to you. That was the hottest thing you ever experienced and now feeling his wet tongue there, eating you like you were his favorite dessert, you didn't know how long you could last. You were arching your back one more time, your breath going erratically quick. You couldn't keep your eyes open for more than 10 seconds to look at him and your hands end up finding their place in his hair, messing his curly locks, holding on to whatever you could to not cum right away. His tongue was playing with your entrance and your clitoris.

After playing for so long he tongue was becoming numb but that didn't matter to you cause you came to the edge , grooming so loud, your hands still his hair, pulling him to you to kiss him and testing yourself by the same occasion. That was the first time a man ever made you cum just with his mouth like that, usually they stay there a bit and wanted to be inside you as quick as possible but Lando was different, he was here for your pleasure, only focussing on you, putting him in second place and you heart was melting at that thought. You kiss him gently, slowly with every feeling that you could pass him on. You both needed to take a break to breathe but you wanted more again. You wanted to make him feel how he made you feel, so you pinned him down, his back finally finding the mattress and you rode him, sitting on his knees to have access to his penis. He was so ready for you that you could see precum on his tip. He was looking at you carefully with anticipation because he knew what was coming, he pushed your hair to the side to see your face already redden from the orgasm and all the heat you've just had. His hand stayed accidently a little longer than attended to your check and you lean on it closing your eyes.

Lando POV :

She tested so sweet and I felt like I've been intoxicated by her, she was driving me insane and she was responding to every touch I had on her, even right now with my hand on her cheek she was so adorable with her dark eyes, her sex face. I never felt so drowned to someone like that. I was so glad that I accidently sent her this picture, cause I never would have dreamed to have her naked on top of me where all I could think about for the past month she entered the family was her. I couldn't stop looking at me and I was relieved to see that her eyes were closed so she couldn't see how much I was falling in love with her. I don't think my eyes would be able to hide my affection for her.

You POV :

You opened your eyes again, leaving a kiss on his palm before taking two of his fingers in your mouth, locking your eyes with his. This mouvement came naturally to you as you were feeling so relaxed with him and his eyes said it all. He was so into this kind of foreplay and he bites his lips so much that the blood wasn't circulating properly on them anymore. That was the signal you needed to finally lay your hand on his stomach, caressing him until you approached his member. His lips closed so fast to not groan out loud but you could still hear him and you saw his part twitching on its own. The fact that he was reacting to every touch you made on him the same way that you were for him and you smiled too bright and confirmed to you that it was so right, you two together.

You start rubbing his tips with your thumb and his head almost hits the bedhead, his hands rubbing your thighs. You stroke him a couple times before leaning your mouth on him, licking the precum that was escaping from him before slowly taking him, your lips closing themself on him putting pressure on his edge. You were looking at him like he did with you earlier but you didn't break eye contact, going up and down and flicking your tongue from time to time, drawing the popping veins of his dick. He felt so warm in you but you didn't know if you took him deeper in your throat, you tried slowly but ended up having gag reflex so you had to pull him out. He got so concerned at the sound you just made.

Lando : Please don't if you can't, I don't need it, having you already like that enough for me ...

He paused, taking a breath of air before continuing.

Lando : You have no idea how much I'm controlling myself right now, not cuming in your mouth cause I want to feel you.

You didn't know if this man under you had any experience with women before but if he didn't, well he was so good at talking during it or maybe it was because you were so aroused right now that he could have said anything to you and you would still lose it for him.

Lando : Come here, love, I don't want you to hurt your throat, that's not part of the plan, I want to make you feel good and only good.

He took your hands, making you lay on him, your hand intertwined on top of his head, testing himself a bit as he caught your lips. He let go of your hand to grab you on the side of your hip and reverse your position, taking back things under his control. You got a surprise and a giggle escaped your mouth which made him smile so bright. You kiss the smile away pulling him again by the next with a bit of violence. Both of you were fighting for dominance at this point, your make out session proving the point, teeth ... tongue, biting each other's lips until one of you bleed. You were both tearing each other apart when you felt his tips already at your entrance, his hand positioning himself at the right place, teasing you in the process of it before pushing himself a bit in you, waiting for you to tell him the next move. You adjust yourself before nodding so he could enter deeper, but he stops again when you bite your lips and makes a painful face.

Lando : Take your time love, tell me when you are ready

He was so careful, how could you resist him and on top of that it's the second time he is calling you love ? You wished he actually could call you babe or baby, it was already intimate but you wanted to be even more on the mind level. After seconds you finally felt the pain being replaced by that nice pleasure when he adjusted himself on top of you to be more comfortable, the movement of his penis in your making you moan. He took that as a signal and fully entered you. Despite being large and long, you were so ready for him that he didn't have to stretch your walls and you weren't feeling tight for him. He felt amazing in you, you were full of him, of his passion and his desire for you.

Lando : You okay ?

You : mmh mhhh you can move

And he did start, going back and forth taking the time to appreciate every friction, every sensation, every stimulation it was providing you both. You loved how his head rested on your neck, having him breath on your skin, kissing it as he kept thrusting in you with one arm holding you back to make you more comfortable, the second arm holding both of your hands over your head. He was being soft but still so dominant and you liked it so much, you were starting to develop a serious feeling for him by each minute you were spending with him. Both of you were a mix of moan, yelp, whimps cry and groan ... you were both a mess but you were in harmony. Every deep thrust he had made you arch your back even more for him, giving him more access to you. He went down kissing and playing with your breast making you lose control due to the erogenous spot.

Suddenly he came out of you and you were missing the sensation already, he wanted to switch position cause his legs were about to give up for him. So he sits on the bed and you sit on him, positioning yourself to go down on him. He was finally back in you after a deep push that surprised you and made you cry out loud his name, but it felt weird so suddenly and you looked at each other agreeing on that weird connection you just had. It felt like he was home ... like you and him were made for each other, your body completing each other perfectly. It was again so natural between you, you kept riding him switching between a slow pace and a quick one. Your head was starting to spin as you felt your second orgasm of the night coming. He was close to the edge as well but you beat him to it as you quicken the pace, him holding you so tight as he bites your neck making you wimps. You came in a big moan, whispering his name in his ear.

Lando POV :

As she came under me she was whispering my name and it was the most sexiest and beautiful thing I ever heard. Hearing my name be said like this gives me some weird feeling in my stomach. I was addicted to this girl and I lost myself because she was mine in this instant and I was hers. I want her today, tomorrow and every day that the world wants to give us together. I felt her shaking from her release and that tense my length. I was so close but I wanted this feeling to last forever and it was starting to be painful for me . The overstimulation wasn't helping her and she was completely wrecked by me at every push I was infliging on her but I couldn't stop until she found the courage to take my face with both of her hands forcing me to look at the darkness in her eyes. She sweetly kisses me, peeking my lips multiple times before holding my jaw and turning it on the side to give herself enough space to play in my neck and under my ears. She was a rare diamond, this one for real, how in hell did I find her ? She was always finding new ways to put me in a place where sanity wasn't possible. She was playing with my ears until I heard her low voice.

You : Please Lando, I need you to cum for me baby.

As soon as the word baby left her lips I was gone, in a last thrust I released myself in her, wimping like never before. The weight that left my body right now, indescriptible, incredible. She was smiling so much and now looking at me with soft eyes. I am in love with her.

You POV :

After so long he finally came in you and the spirkes you felt in you were breathtaking, You couldn't believe that you just had this ... the best sex in your entire life. You couldn't help yourself and had to look at him with so much love after that. " Say it again " he said to you almost inaudibly for you to understand.

You : What ?

Lando : Call me baby again

And you did again, kissing him, mouth opened. It took a long time for you to finally detach yourself from him. You were both exhausted but the mutual feeling of satisfaction like you were on a cloud right now, high from all the endorphins you released with your orgasms. You could barely walk to the bathroom and you both used each other for support. How can sex can be so draining, you were going to be in trouble tomorrow but you didn't care, if you could do it again, you would one hundred percent. Despite the fact he was as tired as you, Lando took care of you and helped you clean yourself before searching his tee shirt on the ground and giving it to you. You gladly accepted it and put it on before going back to bed. You looked at him, he didn't know what to do now, becoming the shy man you first met a couple weeks ago, desperate in the look like something was really bugging him.

You : What's happening ?

Lando : I have to go back to my room

You : No

There is no way that after that you will be separated so quickly, you open your cover for him to join you.

You : You aren't going anyway mister, bring back your sexy ass next to me right now.

Relief could be felt on his face as he jogged to come and snuggle in bed with you before you both fell asleep in each other's arms, completely glued to each other. You didn't know what was going to happen in the morning when they were going to search him everywhere and find out he disappeared from his room but you didn't care at this moment, you were ready to face any consequences because after all you weren't the wrong number anymore.

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cherryonigiri · 4 years ago

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nanami kento [evenings with you]

nanami kento x reader || cw: descriptions of blood/injuries, light angst

a/n: this is just self-indulgent writing for me but i'm v stressed about school rn and this is the result. just imagine that y/n is a bio/medical phd candidate lol.

Nanami can tell that you're stressed. Usually you savor the nights he's not on overtime, asking him about work and refusing to leave his side for most of the evening. He's used to you being attentive, so the fact that you've asked him the same question twice within the last ten minutes is already setting alarm bells ringing in his head. You're constantly fiddling with something, or flashing furtive glances towards the bedroom when you think he's not paying attention.

It only gets worse after dinner. You insist on washing up, something about how you want him to 'enjoy his night off.' Nanami compromises, silently grabbing a towel and drying the dishes. It's clear that your mind is elsewhere. Your hands scrub the porcelain on autopilot, and he can hear you muttering under your breath.

Every now and then you'll mutter a list of tasks under your breath. Nanami remembers you mentioning that things were hectic in lab. You're almost always still working when gets home from work, even when it's well past when you eat your dinner. It's clear that you've had a busy day-- the apartment is far more cluttered than it usually is. There are post-it and pieces of scrap paper stuck to every single surface, and a forgotten pile of folded laundry rests on the couch.

An intense burning sensation across your palm causes you cry out. "Shit!" You drop the knife you were washing in favor of cradling your already bleeding hand. Nanami is instantly by your side, firmly pressing the dishcloth against your cut. There is a worrying amount of red seeping into the fabric, so he silently ushers you to the bathroom.

It's a strange reversal of roles. He's used to being the one leaning leaning against the counter while you bandage his wounds. Instead, it's you who is perched on the marble surface, wincing as he dabs an antiseptic soaked cotton ball against your injury. "Sorry, I'm almost done," he says when you let out a loud hiss.

"It's fine," you reply, sheepishly looking away. "I should have been paying more attention."

Nanami chooses to only respond with a nonchalant hum, focusing on cleaning your palm. The two of you sit there in comfortable silence while he applies ointment to the cut, adding gauze once he's finished. It's only when he reaches for the bandages that he decides to ask. "What's stressing you out?"

Your eyes widen as you realize you've been caught. Nanami is rarely home early these days, especially since he's been mentoring Itadori on behalf of Gojo. (Not that you mind - in the few times you've met Itadori through video call with Nanami, the pink-haired student's sunny disposition has never failed to cheer you up.) When he'd texted you saying he'd be home by dinner, you'd jumped at the opportunity to spend some much needed time with him. You'd pulled out the stops, cooking something a little fancier, and intent on spending the earlier part of the evening cuddling with him. Secretly, you had planned to sneak out of bed after he'd fallen asleep (he always goes to bed early on days like these) and finish preparing for the gauntlet of meetings and presentations you had tomorrow. It was your fault for putting off the tasks, and you didn't want to let your own bad habits get in the way of some quality time with your boyfriend.

"It's nothing, I just have a lot on my plate tomorrow." You do your best to laugh it off, but quickly trail off once when you catch Nanami's deadpan expression. He's always been too good at seeing through your white lies. "I put off some work..." A raised eyebrow from him prompts you to continue, "And I was planning on doing it after you went to bed..." You can't help it when your face scrunches into a pout. After all, now your carefully-laid deception has been revealed.

When Nanami bursts into amused chuckles, you're momentarily surprised, but quickly go back to sulking. "Stop laughing at me Ken!" you whine, "I'm a--"

"Self-aware procrastinator," he finishes your sentence with an amused grin. "I know love, I know. I've seen you write far too many papers within 24-hours of a deadline to be surprised." He presses an affectionate kiss against your wrist.

You scowl at your boyfriend, snatching your bandaged hand away from his grasp. "I'm glad that my suffering is entertaining for at least one person." You stomp back to the bedroom in faux-anger, smiling when you hear Nanami's footsteps not far behind you.

When he steps into the bedroom Nanami drapes his frame over your shoulders, his warm torso nestled against your back. "It is one of your more...endearing traits," he murmurs into your ear before pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck. You can feel your cheeks and ears tingle at his words of affection.

"Sometimes you can be such a sweet talker," you mumble to yourself while you change into your pajamas. This week it's been an old Jujutsu tech hoodie and a pair of well-worn athletic shorts.

"Only for you," Nanami replies while he undoes the buttons of his outfit, chucking his tan pants and blue button up into the laundry basket in the corner. He dons a pair of sweatpants before returning your side to recapture you in another affectionate hug. It's a well kept secret of the Kento-Y/N household that Nanami Kento likes to lounge around shirtless in the privacy of his apartment. (You've been sworn to secrecy, but only because your boyfriend claims that Gojo and the students would have a field day teasing him if this information were to be made public amongst the jujutsu sorcerer community.)

Turning around, you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your nose against his torso and taking in his comforting scent. It's been so long since the two of you have had a moment to yourselves, and for once your hectic thoughts are silenced in favor of sharing a moment of calm bliss with Nanami. He hums in appreciation, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your hips.

"Do you want to watch anything tonight?" you ask after a few seconds of silence.

"No," he replies. "I was actually planning on reading the briefing Ichiji just sent me. Gojo apparently has another scheme up his sleeve." You giggle when your boyfriend lets out a pained sigh. On more than one occasion, your boyfriend has ranted to you about Gojo's unorthodox approach to exorcism. "I swear that idiot shaves a year off my lifespan every time I go on a mission with him," Nanami complains. "He's taking away the years I could spend in Malaysia."

You hum thoughtfully before responding, "Then do you mind--"

Once again, Nanami already knows what you're going to say. "Just remember to bring your laptop charger, I know you have a thousand tabs open on your computer right now," he says while exiting to the living room. After a few moments you join him, overburdened laptop and charger in hand. You both take your usual spots in the living room, him resting comfortably in the center of the loveseat and you sitting on a floor cushion, nestled between his legs. Soon you've fallen into a groove, fingers steadily typing on the keyboard. The warmth of Nanami's presence next to you brings a sense of calm, giving you the grounding focus you need to finish off the last of your tasks.

As he thumbs through the printouts Ichiji gave him, Nanami can't help but let his eyes drift towards you every now and then. You look so adorable when you work. From the way your brow furrows whenever you reread a line, to the way you unconsciously chew on your lip when you scrutinize your draft for any errors. Every now and then he'll gently run his fingers through your hair, relishing the content sighs you let out in response.

It only takes about another hour before you're (finally) closing all your tabs (he still doesn't know why your laptop hasn't crashed yet). As you scroll through social media, your head begins to droop. Soon enough you've fallen asleep, breaths coming in soft and even puffs as you rest against his thigh. Smiling to himself, he puts down his papers and gently lifts your body from the floor. He's careful not to wake you as he slowly makes his way back to the bedroom.

Setting you on the bed, he tucks you under the blankets before lying beside you. The moonlight coming through your window softly illuminates your relaxed features, and he softly traces the outline of your face with his thumb. As he continues to caress your cheek, his eyes are drawn to the dark circles under your eyes. He rarely falls asleep after you these days - between his physically demanding occupation and the ever growing number of things you are responsible for at work- he's often the first to fall asleep from sheer exhaustion while you work well into the night. Not to mention that he's had to spend an increasing number of nights away from you, either on challenging missions or accompanying Gojo's students. And while he knows most of your stress comes from being a student, he can't help but feel guilty about all the additional distress his status as a jujutsu sorcerer has caused you.

When you started dating him, you insisted that Shoko teach you how to suture. He hates how much your stitches have improved since then. The neatness of your stitches is a constant reminder of how much you've endured because of him. When he hears you trying to muffle your sobs into a pillow, he swears he can feel his heart crack in his chest, hurting more than any kind of physical wound from battle. Those nights end with him holding you tightly to his bandaged chest, murmuring reassurances and affection into the crown of your head until you've calmed down enough to fall into a fitful sleep. Even when you're unconscious he'll still continue, words morphing into apologies for the sadness he's inflicted upon your shoulders.

Feeling his eyelids being to droop, Nanami presses one last kiss against your forehead before laying down. He wraps his arms around your waist, surrounding you with warmth, hoping that his presence will be enough to keep your nightmares away, at least for tonight. I love you, y/n is the last thought he has before he drifts away, ready to dream of a tropical sunset and a peaceful future with you by his side.

#nanami x reader #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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white-pearls · 3 years ago

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Dopamine 18+

Sakuatsu + Bokuaka

Master list || Chapter 6 || Minors do NOT interact

Nobody is perfect everyone has their flaws. What happens when Atsumu who has one of the biggest rumors at school revolving around him and Sakusa who has a secret he can’t tell anyone. While Akaashi a boy who cares so much about his image but has someone trying to dig up a dirty secret about him falls in love with a boy who seems so far of reach.

TW: drugs, underage drinking, needles, blood, fighting, language, violence, rape?, mentions of being molested, mentions of abuse, ect.

Chapter 7

The class fell silent as soon as the two boys stepped inside. A whole room of twenty students and nobody dared to make a peep. Everyone watched as they walked to their seats. Their eyes moving as they did. Even the teacher looked at Atsumu disgusted. It felt like the whole world was against him excepts for his friends and brother. Osamu, He even wondered what would his brother do in his situation. He was more calm and collected in situations. Would of never gotten to a situation like this actually. If Osamu was here he wouldn't here a end to it. He was lucky he decided to follow his dreams of opening a onigiri shop. Instead of normal school he was sent to a culinary school. Maybe he should of followed his brother footsteps.

"Today we are learning about stocks in economics." The teacher said snapping Atsumu out of thought.

"It's something you may use in the future or not. We all decide what we want to do with our lives. It could be like Akaashi who does his best every day and has the most likely outcome of living a great future. Then theirs other people who don't." She looks at Atsumu clearly indicating his as an example. Walking around the class she handed out sheets of paper with todays assignment.

Something told him this was just the beginning.

After class the boys walked out to find Suna waiting by their lockers.

He looked like he had a rough day.

His hair was messy, eyes red and he wore baggy clothes. "What's up Suna?" Atsumu asks approaching him.

"Can you guys let me crash at your place? Mine really isn't safe." Suna says waiting for one of them too agree.

"My mom has night shift so come on by. I'll make dinner to make up for not coming last time." Akaashi says putting his books in his locker.

"I'll come over too, we haven't had a sleep over in a while." Atsumu laughs throwing his books in his locker. "Let me just text my ma." Atsumu adds as he patted his pocket for his phone. Not feeling it he frantically looks for it. Shoving his hand in every pocket he had. But didn't find it. "It seems I lost my phone... it's probably in the nurses office. I'll be back. Don't leave without me ass holes." Atsumu said as he began running to the direction. Hopefully they wernt closed yet. They always closed early for who knows what reason. Like what if someone had a horrible paper cut during dismissal?

Sadly when he got there their was a big closed sign that hanged on the door. Atsumu exhaled in frustration but something so simple wasn't going to stop him. He had lost and broken too many phones in his high school years. He was definitely not going to add another one to the count. Before busting the door open he decided to check if it was unlocked to save him the energy. Work smarter not harder. Pushing the handle down it opened with a creek. Inside it was dark, he could feel a gush of cold air hit him immediately. Stepping inside he quickly closed the door before he was caught. Turning around the only thing he could see was a few things due to the blue light that came from the computer screen. Atsumu quickly went to work. Looking around the bed he was in. He looked in every nook and cranny their was. Yet he couldn't find it. Maybe the nurse had found it and placed it in his desk.

Looking behind stacks of papers and anywhere in the top of the desk. Still nothing but he did find paper work of the football teams health and conditions. He would take a peek just to be nosey but he needed to not get distracted. Quickly he opened drawers of the desk one by one. Looking through everything until he reached the third drawer where he finally found it. Yes it was dark and hard to see but the only reason he recognized it was because it had a volleyball key chain that Hinata had given his back in the day when they used to play. Soon high school came and well most of the parted ways.

Holding the phone in his hand for a bit he finally kicked the drawer closed. A loud groan could be heard right after the loud slam of the drawer. Atsumu's eyes widen slowly as he looked for the source to that sound. Scanning the area he found someone sitting of the floor in a corner. For Atsumu this was something you would see in the horror movies. Learning from them he knew not to approach something like that and run away. But curiosity made his approach him anyways. Turing his phone flash on too see better. Getting closer he soon realized who it was.

Sakusa sat in the corner squinting his eyes from the bright light. "Um are you okay?" Atsumu asks.

He didn't respond to him. He looked a mess sitting there with messy hair, wrinkled clothes. He looked very disoriented and had a flushed face. He could hear how Sakusa took slow breaths. He also seemed to be in a tranced like state. Now he wasn't a fool to not know he was on drugs. He's seen it so many times before because of Suna. He might not even remember seeing Atsumu depending on what he took.

Atsumu quickly put his hand on the left side of Sakusas face and turned it. Placing two fingers on his neck to check his heartbeat. He had done this hundreds of times every time Suna tried a new hard core drug. Thankfully his heart was normal beating slowly as it should under the influence of drugs. He suddenly felt Sakusa rubbing his face onto his hand. He could feel the soft warm skin touch him. Now that he took a good look at him he looked different. Maybe because this was his first time seeing him without his mask. He had a slim, pale face, his jawline chiseled and dark eye bags to add a finishing touch.

"I don't think it's safe getting like this on your own. You need supervision when it's hard core stuff." Atsumu says even though he knows he's not really listening. Atsumu looks around his body looking to see how he took the drug. Some people inhale it or inject it. By the looks of it been injected. Now Atsumu had been around tons of drug addicts. Suna sometimes makes him go to drop off's and he would see people with crazy infections where they usually insert needles. He would hate to see the person who took care of him today get hurt.

He turned his phone on to look at the time. It was currently 2:30 and he needed to leave soon. Quickly grabbing a first aid kit on the wall he placed it on the floor and opened it. Then he propped his phone up with the flash facing them. Soon he grabbed a few things tearing the alcohol wipe open with his teeth and the bandaid with his fingers.

Grabbing the boys left arm he carefully wiped the small area clean.

"Do I know you?" The boy he was helping asked.

"I guess you can say that but don't worry about it okay? Just sit tight." Atsumu sticks the bandaid on him. Sakusa stared at him work on his arm. Atsumu couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle seeing how disoriented he was. He was probably seeing the weirdest thing right now. "I'll be going now. Be careful from now on okay?" Atsumu says cleaning up the wrappers. When he finished he grabbed his phone from the floor and turned the flash off. He waved goodbye to Sakusa as he grabbed the door handle. As soon as he was about to open it he heard keys dangling. Atsumu breath hitched seeing a shadow approached the door. He stumbled back hoping they wernt coming in.

The door handle jingled as they tried to unlock it. Atsumu quickly threw himself under on of the beds. His back hitting the wall hard making his groan in pain. The door creaked opened as someone walked in. The door closing right behind him. "The door was unlocked huh? I must of forgotten to unlock it. Not like you care if someone found you like this right?" The person said. "If someone ever did find out I would beat the fuck out of you. You would be so dead. Luckily their is no need for that."

Atsumu couldn't figure out who the voice belonged to. It was deep yet sounded young. It also sounded very familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. He squinted his eyes trying to see who it was but it was impossible. The computer light only lit up so much. But from what he could tell he was wearing a black hoodie. He watched as he grabbed Sakusas face with one hand. Squeezing his cheeks and he looked at him. "My Sakusa, my poor useless and worthless Sakusa. You have no shame looking like this right? So damn pathetic." He smacked the boy so hard that he fell to the side. "But you like it that way right? Being treated like shit."

Atsumu eyes widen in shock from what he witnessed. Something in him urged him to get out and stop the situation. But if he did the guy could lie and tell people that he drugged him. He would never hear the end of people talking bad about him. Atsumu just stayed still and didn't make a noise.

"Be a good boy and stay here okay? I just came to make sure I locked the door. I'll come for you later." He said as he stood up and left.

It took Atsumu a few minutes before he could quickly scrambled out of his hiding spot. "Are you okay man?" Atsumu whispered as he checked on Sakusa. The boy just groaned in response. Atsumu frowned and rubbed the place he got hit. "You can't stay here, you have to leave no-" but before he could finish his phone rang. Quickly fishing it out his pocket he saw it was Suna.

"Hello?" He answered still running the boys cheek.

"Oi where are you? We've been waiting for you for ever." Suna complains.

"Sorry it's just that I sa-" he stopped himself from speaking remembering what the person said about what would happened if someone found out. He didn't want to be the reason this guy got hurt.

"Hello? I think your cutting out." Suna says.

"I said sorry it's just that I saw someone I recognized and the conversation was so good I lost track of time." Atsumu said standing up walking to the door. He looked back to see the boy still drowsy. "I'm on my way." Atsumu said as he walked out.

As much as he hated the idea he had to leave him. It would be dangerous for both of them if they found out he was in their. Plus Sakusa won't even remember him. He had to earn that boys trust and get him out of their as soon as possible.

Walking down the hall Atsumu walked passed the football team. Anxiety filling his head. He was currently known as a molester and he was sure the football team was not going to treat him so kindly. Mostly because the issue revolves around him and Hinata.

Hinata being with Kageyama who knew Ushijima. Meaning the football team won't let him pass so easily.

Throwing his hood up he quickly walked passed them crossing his fingers that they would not notice him.

"Hey!" He heard one of them shout.

Atsumu heart sunk to his feet.

"Yes?" He said not turning around to look at them.

"The school is closed, where did you come from?" Kuroo asked raising his eyebrow.

"I was getting something I forgot in class. I'm on my way out don't worry." He mumbled gripping his phone.

"First of all I don't know who you are but it's disrespectful to not look at who your talking too. So how about you turn around no?" Kuroo smacks his teeth.

"Yea yer right my bad." Atsumu says slowly Turing around. Half way he booked it. Running down the hall.

"Hey what the hell? Grab him!" Kuroo yelled at his team. They all began running after him.

The last time Atsumu ran was freshman year for gym. Meaning he was having the worst time running. Slamming every door open he eventually made it out. He saw Suna and Akaashi already in the car. If he hops into the car they will know immediately who he is. He will also get his friends into this mess and that's something he didn't want to do. Running past his friends he made it to the woods.

"Was that stumu?" Akaashi asks not sure if his eyes deceived him.

"Pretty sure..." Suna reply's turning his car on.

#haikyuu series #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #sakuatsu #haikyuu!!#bokuaka #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou

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cordonia-continued · 5 years ago

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Captivated

Chapter 20

AU - TRR Liam x MC (Riley Taylor)

A/N - Set after the Tariq scandal is cleared. Liam ends his engagement to Madeleine and proposes to MC as per the original story, but Riley turns him down. This AU follows their life from then on.

Word count - 2,885

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catch up here

“Max I’m running late already!” Riley calls out to her friend as she makes her way to the waiting car in front of the house. “We’ll talk about it later.” Maxwell was talking in that rapid quick-fire way of his that exhausted her, she puts her finger tips to her forehead and takes a deep breath before opening the back door of the car.

“Ok Little Blossom, just think about the navy blue silk dress that Cara Cavoletti sent over for the charity gala tomorrow night, I think it really suits you, and her clothes are so hot right now! And send my regards to Drake and Olivia, apologise to them that I can’t join you but Bertrand is being a real grump today, there’s no way in hell that he’ll let me out of the mountain of paperwork that he wants me to help him with!”

“Will do Max. See you later!” She calls out and waves back with far more energy than she possesses at this moment in time, slipping into into the back of the sleek black Mercedes she already feels utterly exhausted.

The black ribbons of the highway roll hypnotically before her as the air conditioning vents blast Arctic air over her. Riley fidgets in her seat anxiously, she can’t think straight this morning. Her stomach shifts uneasily and she notices that her clammy hands are clasping and unclasping each other as if in constant need of touch and reassurance. She’s thankful for the cloudless July day that means the oversized sunglasses she’s wearing to hide her tired eyes can be considered a summer fashion statement. When she rose out of bed this morning the sheets were in a knot and aside from a few fit-full half hours of vivid dreams she didn't sleep a wink. She’s on her way to meet Drake and Olivia in the capital for lunch, they’ve finally managed to all get an afternoon free to catch up. She was disappointed when Liam couldn’t make time to join them, but right now she’s relieved, she knows he would see through her too bright smile and notice her restless hands, and she really doesn’t want to answer his questions; not until she’s sure of the answer herself anyway.

She blinks dry eyes behind her sunglasses and yawns so widely her jaw clicks. The security detail that Liam put in place includes a personal driver, always at the ready to safely deliver her to wherever her heart desires. As the landscape outside her window changes from the monotony of straight roads and fields to the bustling traffic and crowded pavements of the city centre she decides that she needs to either put her mind at rest or face up to reality. She can’t take another restless night. She addresses her driver.

“Greg, can we make a pit-stop on the way, I really need to pop into a shop and pick something up.”

“I can do that for you Lady Riley.” Her bodyguard Mara annoyingly pipes up from the front seat. Riley grits her teeth and tries not to snap back at her.

“No it’s ok Mara, I can do it myself. I don’t need you to run errands for me. Greg can you just pull over here?”

“I can Lady Riley but there’s nowhere to stop and the traffic down Main Street is really heavy.” Greg warns.

“It’s ok Greg I’ll hop out. Circle back round and by the time you get through the traffic I’ll be here for you to pick me up.”

By the time her driver pulls over Riley’s hand is already gripping the door handle in anticipation of a quick get away. She quickly hops out onto the sidewalk hoping that Greg pulls away before Mara can follow. Unfortunately the bodyguard springs out of the passenger seat before the car pulls back into the traffic.

“Mara can you do me a favour and go and grab me a coffee from that coffee bar over there please?” Riley points to a distant coffee shop.

“I can’t do that Lady Riley, my orders are to be with you at all times.”

“Mara, I am perfectly capable of going into a store on my own, I’ve managed well enough up until now. Please just go and grab us all a coffee, I’ll be right out. Look there’s no one in there.” Riley gestures to the drug store in front of them devoid of customers. “And you’ll be like 50 feet away from me. I really need a caffeine fix right now, and we’re late already, I don’t have time to do both. Pleeease.” She pouts her plump pink lips and moves her eyes into what she hopes resembles a cute puppy dog look. A flash of doubt flits over Mara’s face. She’s conflicted between following Bastien’s orders to the letter and doing what Riley wants. Slowly she nods.

“Very well. But wait here for the car. Do not go anywhere else.”

Riley rolls her eyes.

“Of course I won’t. I am a grown adult Mara, I can look after myself you know.” She states with more venom than she intended. She doesn’t wait for a response before turning and entering the shop. She takes a deep steadying breath glancing around to make sure no one’s near her as she locates what she needs. The box shakes in her trembling hand as she takes it to the empty checkout and pays. She’s suddenly very glad for the dark glasses and cloak of long blonde hair that give her the anonymity she needs right now. She buries the box in the bottom of her handbag and pulls out her phone as she exits the shop. She texts Drake that she’s running late and will be with them in 20 minutes, she smiles to herself as she imagines him grumbling about her predictable tardiness to Olivia.

With her head down in her phone Riley doesn’t see the lanky man in front of her until it’s too late. She goes careering into him, losing the grip on her phone, it goes crashing down onto the pavement. Apologising profusely she bends down to retrieve it from the side walk. As she leans down she feels a hand grip the hair on the back of her head firmly. They pull on it, yanking her hard backwards. She opens her mouth to scream just as a gloved hand covers it. She kicks her legs out in any direction she can as she’s suddenly and forcefully bundled into the back of a van. She hasn’t even had time to register what’s going on before she feels a sharp pain in her neck and everything goes black.

****

Mara walks back to the front of the store with a cardboard cup holder filled with 3 cups of coffee in her hands. She’s expecting to see Riley waiting for her by the road where Greg had dropped them off not ten minutes earlier and is annoyed when she sees she’s not there. Sighing in frustration she walks into the drug store looking down all of the aisles. When she fails to spot Riley down any of them she quickly walks to the checkout clerk.

“Excuse me, did you happen to see a blonde woman in here wearing a grey blazer, white t-shirt and jeans?” The young clerk looks at her blankly. “Tan leather peep toe pumps, tan leather tote bag?” Mara vaguely wonders why it is that she can conjure up a picture of exactly what Riley was wearing today but quickly dismisses the thought and puts it down to just doing a thorough job.

“About so high?” She raises her hand up to Riley’s height. He continues to stare at her as if she’s talking in a foreign language and she wonders if she should repeat herself in Greek. “Wearing sunglasses indoors? She was just in here a minute ago.” She adds, this seems to jog his memory.

“Oh yeah, sure, I just served her. She left a couple of minutes ago.” He shrugs.

Mara curses under her breath and runs out on to Main Street looking in the nearby shop windows for a sight of Riley. She’s mumbling to herself about Riley wandering off to go shopping as their car pulls up alongside the sidewalk. Mara runs over and yanks the back door open, hoping to see the petite blonde in the back seat impatiently waiting for her. However the back seat’s empty. She asks their driver if he’s seen Riley, he shakes his head in response complaining that he’s going to get a parking ticket if he has to wait much longer. Mara curses Riley for wandering off when she specifically told her not to go anywhere else. Placing the coffee cup holder on the roof of the black car she pulls her phone out of her back pocket. She finds Riley’s mobile number and jabs at the call button. She hears it ringing on the other end just as a nearby tinkling sound catches her ear. She moves away from the car listening to where the sound’s coming from. She follows the sound until she locates a phone face down on the black asphalt, picking it up she notices the screen is smashed like it’s been dropped.

Mara’s heart jumps into her throat as she taps a finger on the phone screen and it lights up with a background picture of King Liam and Lady Riley at the top of the Eiffel Tower. A text from Drake Walker and a missed call from her own number cut through the picture in notification banners across the screen. Panic begins to rise steadily in Mara’s chest, her breathing quickens as she leans into the car and yells “Where the fuck is she?” at their driver Greg who just stares at her blankly. She moves quickly as she looks in all of the nearby shops. She once again takes her own phone in her hand and with shaking fingers she hits the speed dial number for Bastien, she can hear her heart pounding as it rings, knowing he’s not going to like what she’s got to say.

****

“What do you mean you can’t find her? Have you tried ringing her phone?” Bastien asks pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He leans back in his black leather desk chair, away from his computer screen, where he’s already preparing tomorrow’s briefing.

“Sir I have it here in my hand. I found it on the sidewalk, the screen is smashed. I’ve looked in all of the local shops and cafés. It’s like she just disappeared. I was gone literally 5 minutes.”

“What do you mean you were gone? Where was Greg?” Bastien asks between gritted teeth. He can feel a headache beginning to pull at his temples.

“We stopped on Main Street in the capital sir. Greg couldn’t park so he circled. She asked me to go get her a coffee while she went into a shop. She was insistent that I didn’t go in with her and that I go and get the coffee sir.”

“Mara you should have waited outside!” He yells. “I gave you very clear instructions on what this Close Protection Officer role entailed. The keyword here being close!”

“I know, I’m sorry sir but we were running late and she was really insistent.” She runs a shaking hand through her cropped brown hair. She knows she’s fucked up on this one and could kick herself for agreeing to go and get coffees. There’s something utterly captivating and endearing about Riley that makes Mara want to please her just so she can feel the warmth of one of her genuine smiles. Her eyes brim with tears. Guilt and regret churn up from her stomach. She clears her throat and swallows all other thoughts down as she pulls all of her training to the forefront of her mind.

The head of the Kings Guard barking orders at her down the phone interrupts her thoughts.

“Have you searched the vicinity? Have you spoken to anyone in the surrounding area? People don’t just disappear. Get the security footage from every shop along Main Street and the ones opposite. Text me your exact location, I’ll call the highways agency and see if they have any traffic cameras on that strip. Don’t leave the area in case she comes back. Do you understand.”

“Yes sir.” She answers, her mind already planning her next steps.

“Where were you going? Maybe she’s gone on ahead?” Bastien asks.

“She was on her way to meet Drake Walker and Duchess Olivia Nevrakis for lunch sir. The location is the Meraki Estiatorio on Limes Avenue.” She checks her watch. “We were due there 30 minutes ago.”

“Ok leave that with me, I’ll call Drake and see if she’s there. Mara you know I’m gonna have to tell the King if she’s not located in half an hour right?”

“Yes sir I know. She can’t have gone far, she’s probably just shopping or something. I’ll keep looking.”

Drake’s phone rings and he fishes it out of his pocket expecting it to be Riley calling to tell them she was late as usual. He’s planning his sarcastic retort when he glances at the caller ID noticing Bastien’s name.

“Hey Bas, what’s up man?”

“Drake is Lady Riley with you?”

“Nah not yet, she text me about twenty minutes ago saying she was twenty minutes away, you know what she’s like she’s always late. She should be here any minute, you want me to get her to call you when she gets here? Is Liam ok?”

“Drake don’t leave there until you hear from either me or her, do you understand?” Drake hears the gravity in Bastien’s low gravely voice.

Drake sits forward in his seat. “Bas what’s going on? Where’s Taylor?”

“I don’t know.” Bastien sighs.

“What do you mean you don’t know? Haven’t you tried calling her?”

“Drake listen to me, just stay there and let me know if you hear from her ok?”

“Why do you want us to stay here? Bastien tell me what’s going on!” Drake raises his voice. Olivia quirks a perfectly groomed eyebrow at him.

“Drake I need you to stay calm ok. I don’t know what’s going on yet. Just stay put and call me as soon as you either see her or hear from her. Ok. I need you to do that for me. And don’t call her. We have her phone with us. And give me a chance to speak to the King first before you call him.”

“Bastien you’re worrying me now. Where the fuck is she? Why do you have her phone?”

“Drake I will call you when I know more. I have to go.” He hangs up abruptly not waiting for a response.

“Drake?” Olivia questions. Drake’s forehead creases in confusion.

“They can’t find Taylor. I’ve no idea what’s happened, they wanted to know if she was with us. Asked us to stay here in case she turns up. They’ve got her phone. I’m guessing she must have left it behind or something. But that doesn’t make any sense, she text me 20 minutes ago. Maybe she left the Beaumont’s without them and they’re just panicking. I’ll give Max a call and see if he knows what’s going on.” He finds Maxwell’s name in his phone and calls his friend putting it on speaker so Olivia can hear.

“Drake!” Maxwell answers enthusiastically. “Don’t tell me you’re all missing me and couldn’t live without hearing my voice?”

“Yeah something like that Maxwell. Listen, when did Taylor leave?”

“Oh, maybe an hour ago. She was running late, don’t worry she’s only like ten or twenty minutes late, I’m sure she’ll be there in a minute. What colour do you think goes best with navy blue? I can’t decide between silver and blush pink.”

“Max, now is not the time to discuss fucking mood boards. I need to know where Taylor is.”

“Jeez Drake, I was just after an opinion. Have you tried calling her? They’re probably just stuck in traffic, you know what it’s like in the city at this time of day. She’s not even that late. Remember that time that we kept you waiting for an hour on your own at that R&B club and you got accosted by that girl with more facial hair than me?” Maxwell laughs at the memory of entering the club and seeing Drake trying to unsuccessfully extract himself from the clutches of the bewhiskered woman.

Olivia smirks at Drake and he narrows his eyes at her. “Max, focus. Did she leave on her own?”

“Who Hairy Mary? No we had to hide when she went off to use the restroom remember?”

“Maxwell! For fucks sake, Riley. Did Riley leave on her own?”

“Oh! No, Mara and her driver were with her.” Drake looks up at Olivia, concern on his face.

“If you hear from her can you call me right away?”

“Sure thing. Is something up?”

“I don’t know to be honest Max, just call me yeah.”

“Yeah will do. When you see her can you ask her opinion on the navy blue situation please. Speak later Drake. Bye.”

Drake shakes his head.

“Something’s going on Liv.”

#choices trr #the royal romance fan fic #trr drake #trr liam #TRR Riley #trr fanfic #liam x riley #trr mc x liam #liam x mc

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