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[ambernotember]

Different First Kiss

@bucktommysummerfest, week 3 prompt "different first kiss", 1k.

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“That was a nice ceremony,” someone said as they took the Hen’s empty seat.

“Tommy!” Buck said, turning to see who had joined him. “I thought I saw you in the — would you call it an audience? How are you?”

Tommy smiled. “I’m good, thanks.”

“No more hurricanes to fly through?”

“Thankfully no.” Tommy leaned closer and draped his arm across the back of Buck’s chair. “I heard a rumour we’re getting medals for that little stunt.”

“Oh — oh yeah?” Buck stammered.

“Yeah. Chief’ll be there and everything. You’ll probably get the news next shift. I had to work last night and heard then.”

“You had a shift last night? How are you even here?” Buck asked.

“It was just an on call. Shower at the station, a couple extra cups of coffee, I’m good to go. Might even sneak in a couple of dances.” Tommy winked at him.

Buck sighed. “I just have to dance with Maddie and Jee and I’m good.”

“Tired?”

“Um, I might have partied a little too hard at the bachelor party last night,” Buck admitted. “We got here about fifteen minutes before the ceremony and I thought Maddie was going to kill us.”

“Well, you’re still standing,” Tommy pointed out. “She must have gotten over it.”

“Hen pointed out Maddie would hate it if she ruined her dress with my blood,” Buck said. “So Maddie decided she’d just focus on the wedding.”

“That sounds very Hen,” Tommy said. “Speaking of, I think she wants you for a dance.”

Buck looked at the dance floor and saw Hen and Karen waving him over.

“Only if you come with me,” he said.

Tommy stood and held his hand out for Buck. “It would be rude to keep them waiting.”

Hen swung Buck into her arms as soon as he got close enough. “Buck! Why aren’t you dancing?”

“Oh, I danced too hard last night,” he laughed.

“Too bad, dance with me!” she demanded.

Buck looked at Karen. “Tequila?”

“Me too!” Karen giggled. “Tommy! Long time no see! Hey, don’t ever fly my wife into a hurricane again, okay?” She leaned up a little so she could poke his chest. “Now twirl me around the floor.”

“Yes ma’am,” Tommy said, sweeping Karen away and doing exactly that.

Hen kept hugging Buck while she swayed in place. “Why weren’t you dancing?”

“Because I’m dying,” Buck chuckled. “And one of us had to stay sober tonight. After this morning, it was the least I could do.”

“Oh, Maddie was gonna kill youuu,” Hen said.

“And I thank you for saving my life,” Buck said.

She patted his cheek. “I kinda like you Buckley, I’d miss you.”

“So, you guys are close with Tommy?” Buck asked, watching Karen and Tommy as he danced slowly with Hen.

“Used to be, haven’t seen him much since he moved,” she admitted. “We should keep in better contact. He’s fun now that he doesn’t have a stick up his ass.”

Buck choked back a laugh.

“Seriously, Tommy was such a dick but then we finally got rid of Gerrard, and it took a while but Tommy became an actual nice person when he wasn’t surrounded by the evil.”

“Dramatic.”

Karen and Tommy swung by.

“Who’s dramatic?” Karen asked.

“Your wife,” Buck told her.

“I was telling him Tommy used to be a dick,” Hen said. Tommy laughed.

“Oh, totally,” Karen nodded.

“Hey drunkies, he’s right here,” Buck pointed out.

“No, they’re right,” Tommy said. “Can’t be offended by the truth.”

“You sucked,” Hen said emphatically.

“Still do,” Tommy said with a grin.

“Booo,” Hen and Karen chorused good naturedly.

“Uncle Buck,” Jee interrupted, pulling at Buck’s jacket. “Dance with me.”

“Sorry folks, duty calls,” Buck said.

“One down, one to go,” Tommy said quietly as Buck and Jee moved past him. Buck smiled in return.

“Water and coffee,” Tommy said as he set two drinks down on the table.

“Huh?” Buck picked his head up from his hand.

“You looked like you were fading,” Tommy said. “I didn’t know what you’d prefer.”

“Thanks,” Buck said. “What’s in the coffee?”

“A little bit of cream, and,” Tommy reached into his pocket and took out some sugar packets, “as much sugar as you want.”

Buck ripped three open and poured them in, gratefully taking the stir stick Tommy offered him.

“This is the last time I ever do a bachelor party the night before the wedding,” Buck grumbled.

“Why did you?” Tommy asked curiously.

“Just a run of shifts not lining up,” Buck said. “Oh shoot, I didn’t even think to invite you. Sorry.”

“You didn’t even know I was coming to the wedding,” Tommy said. “And I was on call anyways.”

“True.” Buck gulped down half the coffee. “Oh, that’s better. Thank you.”

“No problem. Do you have to stay until the end?”

“Have to? No, but I probably will. My parents are taking Jee for the night, but I’ll just, you know, make sure everyone gets home.”

“Maybe I should have brought you two coffees,” Tommy mused, draping his arm over Buck’s chair again.

Buck laughed. “I’ll get a second wind. Seriously though, thank you, it didn’t even occur to me.”

“You can always return the favour at the medal ceremony.” Tommy offered.

“Ye— yeah,” Buck said, suddenly realizing how close the two of them were. The party was winding down, just the wedding party and a couple other first responders left.

“Yeah?” Tommy leaned in closer.

“Definitely,” Buck said, mirroring him. His eyes slipped closed, and he could feel Tommy’s breath on his mouth before he leaned in and gently kissed him. He realized one of Tommy’s hands was cradling his face as they pulled away from each other.

“Was that okay?” Tommy asked softly.

“Yeah, that was — that was great.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Tommy asked.

“I’m free. Totally and completely free.”

“Maybe I could take up some of that free time?” Tommy suggested.

“As much as you want,” Buck said.

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F i r s t F r e n z y II

Vampire!Han Jisung x Reader | Blood. Biting. He fucked you like he was starving and drank you like you were his last meal

🔞synopsis: The hunger didn’t stop. It got worse. Now that you’ve signed, Jisung’s gone full feral—feeding on you like you’re his last meal, fucking you until your legs shake, and whispering “mine” like it’s a prayer he can’t stop saying. But outside the bedroom? He’s still Jisung. Which means Nocté Labs gets the world’s most love-drunk, freshly-bonded disaster of a vampire trying to act normal while everyone (Hyunjin, Jeongin, Felix—everyone) tears him apart for being so obviously obsessed. Blood-drunk. Soul-drunk. Love-drunk. And yeah—he wouldn’t trade a second of it.

💌a/n: OMG. i still can’t believe i had to make this a PART 2 💀. I'm still not over it. anyways—part 1 is HERE, read that first or you’re gonna be so confused why jisung is literally feral over some neck-biting. this one? this one is softer, somehow messier, and way too much fun because blood-drunk bf!jisung is my roman empire now🩸 p.s. if you don’t reblog, hyunjin will absolutely roast you personally. p.p.s. if i ever disappear, i’m probably coding vampire contracts with seungmin p.p.p.s. yes, you can scream in the tags. pls do.

⚠️ warnings: 18+ / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | unprotected vaginal sex (piv), oral sex (m receiving), fingering, riding, cockwarming implications, and overstimulation | Vampire feeding during sex – neck biting, blood drinking | Possessiveness & praise | Rough sex – hard thrusts, bouncing on his lap, bruising grip, dirty talk | Reader referred to as "baby" & "good girl" repeatedly | Mentions of blood in sexual context (licking/sealing bite, blood-sweet kisses) | Slight lightheadedness from feeding | Soft, playful aftercare & domestic fluff afterward

📌 Please read responsibly. Stretch. Stay hydrated. Don’t call yourself a Capri Sun—Jisung will fight you.

📍credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

🎧 » Desire — ATEEZ « 0:58 ─〇───── 3:55 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

“Absolutely not,” Seungmin said flatly, flipping through the half-scribbled draft Jisung had shoved at him.

Jisung sat slouched in the chair across from him, hoodie half-zipped, legs spread like a sulky teenager. “Why not?”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, holding up the crumpled sheet of paper. “Because this isn’t a legal agreement. This is—” He squinted, reading aloud, “‘Rule #1: Don’t freak out if I get bitey during sex (actually maybe do, it’s kinda hot).’”

Jisung groaned, leaning back in his chair. “It’s supposed to make her comfortable, Seungmin. I don’t want her reading some super serious Luxe Health contract like she’s signing her soul away.”

“She is signing something about her blood,” Seungmin deadpanned.

“Yeah, but—” Jisung gestured vaguely. “She’s human! I can’t just shove a 20-page legal doc at her. She’ll panic. I want it to be… I don’t know… funny.”

Seungmin pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “why do I even bother.”

“You want funny?” Seungmin finally said, flipping open his Luxe Health-issued tablet. “Fine. But we’re keeping the legal baseline intact. No Luxe Health vampire is getting flagged for ‘casual feeding misconduct’ because you thought it was cute to doodle smiley faces next to the signature line.”

Jisung perked up. “So… you’re helping me write it?”

Seungmin gave him a flat look. “Only because Minho will have my head if you try to do this yourself and accidentally write, quote, ‘Rule #5: Kiss me after feeding, or I’ll be sad.’”

“…Okay, but that is an important rule,” Jisung muttered.

Seungmin ignored him, already typing. “We’re making this legally binding but… fine, I’ll allow your dumb little ‘fun rules’ section at the end if it keeps her calm.”

Twenty minutes later, the two of them sat hunched over Seungmin’s tablet, Jisung leaning way too close, adding commentary while Seungmin scrolled through Luxe Health’s official templates.

“Okay, clause one,” Seungmin said, tapping the screen. “Feeding frequency. I’m putting down ‘no more than three controlled feedings per week unless mutually agreed.’”

“Make it say ‘as much as she wants,’” Jisung said instantly.

Seungmin sighed. “That’s not how—”

“Please.”

Seungmin gave him a long, judging stare before typing. “…Fine. But if she faints, you are filing the medical report.”

“Deal.”

“Clause two: Bond safety. She has to know about soulbond risks.”

Jisung perked up. “Okay, but can we add a little note like, ‘Don’t worry, you’re already stuck with me anyway’? With a smiley face?”

Seungmin did not look up from the screen. “I hate you.”

By the time they finished, the “formal” document had somehow turned into:

THE BLOOD DOLL AGREEMENT (v1.0, Seungmin-Approved) ✔️ Feeding limits: “Whenever she’s cool with it (she’s the boss).” ✔️ Emergency care clause: “If I ever hurt you by accident, I’ll fix it immediately and hate myself forever.” ✔️ Emotional safety clause: “Tell me if I’m being a dumbass. (I will probably still be a dumbass, but I’ll listen).” ✔️ Seungmin-mandated boring legal paragraphs. ✔️ Special Jisung Section:

“You can say no anytime. No guilt, no whining.”

“Neck kisses are not always feeding. Sometimes I just like your neck.”

“Post-bite cuddles required.”

“Rule #5: Kiss me after feeding, or I’ll be sad.”

Seungmin signed off with a long sigh. “I can’t believe I just legalized this.”

Jisung grinned, snatching the tablet. “You’re the best, Seungmin. Really.”

“Don’t thank me. Just… for the love of Luxe Health, don’t show this to Minho.”

The restaurant was way fancier than anything you’d expected Jisung to pick. Candlelight, soft jazz playing, crystal glasses that looked way too expensive for him to be casually swirling water in.

But the real shock?

Jisung.

Standing by the table in a perfectly tailored black suit jacket, the first two buttons of his shirt undone, no tie, hair pushed back just enough to look sharp but still messy enough to scream him. His rings caught the candlelight every time he fidgeted—because oh yeah, he was nervous as hell.

You stopped mid-step, grinning slowly. “Well, well, Mr. Responsible Adult. Look at you.”

Jisung’s ears immediately went red, but he smirked anyway, sliding a hand into his pocket like he was trying to look smooth. “Don’t get used to it. The second this dinner’s over, I’m back in hoodies.”

You laughed, taking your seat across from him. “Shame. You look good in a suit.”

The smirk faltered just a little, his blush darkening as he sat down. “Stop saying things like that if you don’t want me to forget why we’re here.”

You tilted your head, amused. “And why are we here, Ji?”

His cocky facade cracked instantly. “…Right. That.”

The waiter came, took your order, and left—leaving Jisung tapping his rings nervously against the table.

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re acting like you’re about to confess to a crime.”

“…Technically, Luxe Health would consider it a crime if I hadn’t filed paperwork,” he muttered under his breath.

You blinked. “What?”

“Nothing!” he said way too fast, pulling something from his jacket pocket.

You stared as he slid a sleek Luxe Health tablet across the table toward you. “…Ji, what is this?”

He winced. “Okay, please don’t freak out, but—uh—it’s a contract. Kind of. But, like, not scary! Seungmin approved it and everything.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “A contract? For what?”

Jisung took a deep breath, his fingers drumming nervously on the table. “For you to… officially be my blood doll.”

You blinked at him. “…Your what?”

“My blood doll,” he repeated, his voice softer, his eyes darting between yours and the tablet like he expected you to throw it back at him. “Look, it’s not—okay, that sounds bad, but it’s not bad. It’s—it just means I’d only feed from you. You’d be… mine. Officially. Protected. Luxe Health would register you, so no other vampire can touch you.”

You stared at him for a long moment. “…You’re asking me to sign a vampire feeding contract at a fancy restaurant.”

“Yes,” Jisung said immediately, leaning forward, desperate. “But, like, a nice one. It’s not just legal crap, I—I made it… uh… comfortable.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Comfortable?”

He nodded frantically. “Look at the special section. Please.”

You scrolled, your lips twitching as you read aloud:

“Post-bite cuddles required. Neck kisses are not always feeding. And Rule #5: Kiss me after feeding, or I’ll be sad.”

Your grin broke into full-on laughter. “Oh my God, Ji.”

His face turned scarlet, and he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Seungmin told me this was stupid. I wanted you to feel safe, okay? Not—”

You cut him off with a soft laugh, reaching across the table to tug his hands away. “Ji. It’s not stupid. It’s… actually kind of sweet.”

He blinked, lowering his hands slowly. “…Wait, really?”

You smirked, leaning forward. “Yeah. But you didn’t have to drag me to a fancy dinner to ask me this.”

“I—” he hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted it to be special. You… you’re special to me.”

Your grin softened, your chest warming. “…So, if I sign this, I’m officially yours?”

His rings buzzed faintly as his hands clenched in his lap, his voice low. “…Yeah. You’d be mine.”

You tilted your head, teasing again. “And you’d be mine, right?”

His blush deepened, but he smirked faintly. “You already have me. Completely.”

You tapped the sleek tablet with your finger but didn’t sign it yet, leaning back in your chair instead, smirking at him. “Before I agree to anything,” you said, crossing your arms, “we need to revisit something.”

Jisung blinked, confused. “…What?”

You raised an eyebrow. “The other night. You, in the kitchen, at three in the morning, chugging a blood bag like it was Gatorade.”

Jisung’s ears immediately went red, his cocky suit-boy façade cracking in an instant. “Oh my God—”

“No, no,” you cut him off, leaning forward, resting your chin in your hand. “Explain. Because I thought you were just a little bitey, not… full-on vampire fridge-raiding at ungodly hours.”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I knew you were gonna bring that up.”

“Of course I’m bringing it up!” you said, trying not to laugh. “Ji, you looked like a kid sneaking ice cream before dinner. Except, you know… it was blood.”

Jisung dropped his face into his hands with a muffled, “I hate everything about this conversation.”

You bit back a grin, leaning closer. “So? Why the blood bag if you have… me?”

His head snapped up at that, eyes going wide. “Because I’m not an asshole!”

You blinked. “…What?”

“I don’t wanna overfeed from you!” he said quickly, his hands flying in a frantic gesture. “You’re human, I can’t just drink whenever I want—you’d get dizzy, or sick, or hate me, or—or—”

You raised an eyebrow. “So instead, you sneak around in your own kitchen like some secret vampire raccoon?”

Jisung groaned, slumping in his chair, muttering, “Seungmin warned me you were gonna make fun of me.”

You laughed, reaching across the table to nudge his hand. “I’m not making fun of you. It’s cute.”

“…Cute?” he echoed, looking skeptical.

“Yeah,” you said with a soft smile. “You’re careful. Even when you’re starving. That’s… very you.”

He stared at you for a second, then looked down, trying to hide his shy smile, his fingers drumming against the table nervously. Your eyes glanced down at the tablet again. “Once I sign this, you won't be scavenging for blood bags in the fridge at 3AM right?”

His eyes flicked up to yours, dark and serious now. “…If you sign that, I won’t need them. You’d be all I need.”

Your heart skipped, and for a second, all the teasing warmth in the air softened into something heavier, deeper. You bit your lip, glancing back at the tablet. “…Then maybe I should sign.”

Jisung froze, watching you like his whole world depended on it. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah. But only if Rule #5 stays,” you said firmly, crossing your arms.

Jisung blinked at you, looking so relieved he almost smiled—but then froze, realizing you still hadn’t signed. “…Wait. You’re still holding the tablet. Why are you still holding the tablet?” he asked cautiously, eyes narrowing.

You leaned back, one eyebrow raised. “Because, Ji, you just casually dropped vampires are real on me yesterday in your kitchen at 3AM while you were drinking blood like a Capri Sun. I have questions before I sign something that literally makes me yours.”

Jisung winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “…Fair.”

You leaned forward, fingers laced under your chin. “Okay. First question. Vampires are real. Like, actually real? Not just you? There’s more?”

“Yes,” Jisung said instantly, nodding. “A lot more. There’s—uh—different types, but you don’t need to worry about that. Luxe Health regulates everything.”

“Luxe Health,” you repeated slowly. “Like the hospital stuff you told me you ‘worked in medical research’ for?”

He winced again. “…Yeah. Sorry about that. ‘Lead Hemalchemist & Magical Encryption Architect’ is my real job title and it doesn’t exactly sound like a normal human job.”

You blinked, processing. “…You’re a vampire scientist.”

“I—yeah. Basically.”

You stared for another beat. “Holy shit, Ji. No wonder you were so bad at explaining your job before.”

Jisung buried his face in his hands. “Please stop making fun of me.”

“Okay, next question,” you said, ignoring him. “This whole blood doll thing—what exactly does it mean? Because I feel like I need to know if I’m about to be some vampire version of a pet or… I don’t know, a blood ATM.”

Jisung’s head shot up instantly, his expression horrified. “What?! No! God, no—it’s not like that. It’s—it’s…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to gather himself. “It’s… trust. And safety. It’s a way of saying you’re mine, but not in a bad way. You’d be registered with Luxe, which means you’re protected. No other vampire can touch you. Ever. And I—” His voice softened, his rings buzzing faintly against his fingers. “I’d only feed from you. You’d be… everything to me.”

You blinked, your teasing faltering for a second. “…So it’s… kind of like… dating? But with paperwork?”

Jisung let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah. Except with bite marks and way more cuddles.”

You smirked despite yourself. “Okay, that part doesn’t sound too bad. But—Ji—this is huge. Like, vampires are real, and now you’re asking me to basically sign up to be your… whatever this is.”

“My blood doll,” he said softly, almost shy.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile softened. “You know that’s the dumbest name for it, right?”

He shrugged helplessly, leaning forward on his elbows. “Yeah, but I don’t care what it’s called. I just want you.”

Your heart skipped again, his voice quiet, honest, almost raw.

“…You really mean that,” you said softly.

“More than anything,” he said instantly, his eyes locked on yours. “You have no idea how hard it’s been not saying anything. I’ve wanted this—I’ve wanted you—for so long.”

You stared at him, caught off guard by how open he was being, then finally let out a breath, glancing back at the tablet and back at him, eyeing him up and down, still holding the tablet and now smirking again. “Okay, one more thing before I sign this. How the hell did you even become a vampire? Like, did you piss off the wrong one? Did you—what—trip and fall into someone’s fangs?”

Jisung groaned instantly, sinking a little in his chair. “Oh my God, do we have to—”

“Yes,” you said firmly, grinning. “Because if I’m about to sign up for this whole ‘blood doll, yours forever’ thing, I need to know how you ended up like this.”

Jisung muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like Seungmin was right, this is humiliating, before finally dragging his hands down his face.

“…Fine. But you’re not allowed to laugh.”

You tilted your head, already fighting a smile. “No promises.”

Jisung sighed dramatically, leaning forward, elbows on the table. “So. It started at a club,” he began, voice resigned. “Three years ago, I was cocky, stupid, and definitely two shots past making good decisions.”

You raised an eyebrow, already grinning. “Shocking.”

“Shut up,” he muttered before continuing. “Anyway, she was—uh—this girl in a red dress, dark eyes, hot as hell, and I thought I was being smooth. Asked if she wanted to dance. She asked if I tasted good.”

You snorted, covering your mouth. “Oh my God.”

“Don’t laugh yet,” Jisung groaned, his ears turning red. “So we ended up at my place, things got heated, neck kissing, whatever—and boom, no warning, she bit me.”

You blinked. “…She just bit you.”

“Yup. Full-on fangs. And I—uh—” His face went scarlet. “…I panicked. And bit her back.”

There was a long beat of silence before you burst out laughing, nearly knocking over your water glass. “YOU WHAT?!”

Jisung groaned louder, burying his face in his hands. “I panicked! She bit me first! What was I supposed to do, just take it?!”

“You bit her back? Like—with your human teeth?”

“Yes! I was drunk and angry and—shut up!” he said, his face red enough to match the tablecloth.

You were crying now, wheezing. “What did she do?!”

“She laughed so hard she fell off the bed,” Jisung grumbled. “And then she vanished. Poof. Gone.”

You slapped a hand over your mouth, trying to hold in your laughter, but your shoulders were shaking. “Oh my God, Ji. That’s… that’s the dumbest vampire origin story ever.”

“Yeah, well guess what?” Jisung shot back, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. “I woke up twelve hours later on the floor, naked, with the sun trying to kill me and hearing my neighbor cry about his failed Tinder date through the walls. So, yeah. Best night of my life.”

You were gone now, laughing so hard people were starting to stare. “Oh my God, I can’t—”

“And before you ask, yes, I ended up in the ER. Yes, I yelled at the blood bags. Yes, Chan found me like that.”

You choked on a laugh. “Bang Chan?”

Jisung groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “He showed up, looked at me, and literally said, ‘You bit back, didn’t you.’”

You were crying again, your grin wide. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. He gave me these rings so I wouldn’t burn alive or implode. Then hired me. The end.”

You stared at him, still laughing, shaking your head. “Wow. All this time, I thought maybe it was, like, tragic or romantic, but nope. You got laid, got bit, panicked, and turned yourself out of spite.”

Jisung muttered, pouting now, “Seungmin told me not to tell you.”

You leaned forward, grinning wickedly. “Oh, I’m never letting you live this down.”

“Great,” he mumbled, sinking lower in his chair, ears still red.

The waiter chose the perfect moment to appear—right as you were still wiping tears from your eyes from laughing at Jisung’s tragic-not-tragic vampire origin story.

“Your entrees,” the waiter said smoothly, setting down two steaming plates between you.

You grinned, still holding the Luxe Health tablet in your hands. “Thanks.”

Jisung, however, barely glanced at the food. He was staring at you, his chin propped on his hand, pouting so hard it was almost comical.

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

He tilted his head, rings tapping against the table. “Are you gonna sign? Or are you just gonna hold that thing all night and keep making fun of me?”

You smirked, setting the tablet just slightly out of his reach. “Mmm, maybe I like watching you beg.”

Jisung groaned, dropping his head dramatically into his hands. “You are evil.”

You laughed, picking up your fork. “Relax, vampire boy. Let me eat first.”

His head shot up instantly, scandalized. “Eat first?! You’re seriously making me wait?!”

“Yes,” you said simply, popping a bite into your mouth. “Because I can. You’re the one who wants me to sign your vampire boyfriend paperwork, remember?”

Jisung let out a low whine, leaning forward, his elbows on the table. “Please. I’ve been waiting for this for three years, don’t make me suffer through dinner too.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think, chewing slowly just to mess with him. “Three years, huh?”

“Yes,” he said immediately, voice dead serious. “Do you know how many times I almost told you the moment we reconnected? How many times I had to stop myself from biting you every time you laughed too close to me? Every single day since we reconnected has been torture. Please just sign before I lose my mind.”

Your grin softened just slightly at how honest he sounded, though you still teased, “Wow, dramatic and hungry.”

“Both true,” he muttered, glaring at your untouched signature line.

You finally picked up the tablet, twirling the stylus between your fingers. “…You’re sure about this, Ji? Like, really sure?”

His rings buzzed faintly against his skin as he leaned closer, his voice soft but firm. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

Your teasing grin faltered, replaced by a softer smile. “…Okay, then.”

And with one smooth stroke, you signed your name.

For a second, Jisung just stared, like his brain short-circuited at the sight of your signature glowing on the screen.

Then his rings buzzed sharply, and he let out a breathless laugh, sitting back in his chair, completely dazed.

“…Ji?” you asked softly.

He looked up at you, and the cocky smirk was back, but softer this time, almost reverent. “You’re mine now.”

You smirked back. “And you’re mine.”

The waiter came back a second later with drinks, catching Jisung still staring at you like you’d just rewritten his entire world.

“Everything okay here?” the waiter asked, glancing between you.

“Yeah,” Jisung said, not looking away from you, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Perfect.”

The second the apartment door shut behind you, Jisung’s self-control cracked like glass.

You barely had time to slip your shoes off before his hands were on you—pulling you close, kissing you like he’d been starving for this exact moment. And maybe he had been, because there was nothing careful or measured about it; it was hungry, desperate, his.

“Ji—” you gasped against his mouth, your fingers gripping his shirt as he practically walked you backward toward the bedroom.

He groaned low in his throat, his rings buzzing faintly where they slid along your waist, up your ribs. “You signed… you’re mine now—”

“Yours,” you agreed breathlessly, tugging at his unbuttoned shirt as you stumbled into his room.

That word—yours—made something snap in him. He kissed you harder, practically lifting you onto the bed, climbing over you like he couldn’t get close enough. His hands roamed, frantic, tugging your shirt off like it offended him just by existing.

“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered against your skin, kissing down your throat, slower for a second, almost reverent—until his lips hovered right over your pulse, and his breath hitched.

The hunger was there, thick and heavy in his voice. “Can I?”

You tilted your head for him, your voice soft, certain. “Do it, Ji.”

The first press of his fangs was gentle—a soft scrape, almost testing—and then he sank in with a low, wrecked groan, his hands gripping your hips like he was holding himself back from losing it completely.

Your gasp turned into a shaky moan, your back arching as heat shot through you, the pull of his mouth sending a dizzy rush straight to your core.

“Fuck,” Jisung groaned against your neck, feeding deeper now, drinking slow but hungry, each swallow sending little vibrations into your skin.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging him closer. “Ji—”

At that, he growled softly, his hips pressing into yours, hard and already straining against his pants.

“Mine,” he muttered against your neck, his voice low and wrecked between swallows. “All mine now—fuck—”

“Yours,” you gasped, your hips shifting under him. “Always.”

He pulled back just enough to lick over the bite, sealing it gently, his lips smeared faintly with your blood. His pupils were blown, his breathing heavy as he looked down at you.

“Still good?” he rasped, thumb brushing your jaw almost nervously despite the way his body was practically trembling from restraint.

You smiled up at him, flushed and wrecked already. “More than good. Ji… fuck me.”

Jisung let out a low, wrecked laugh, pressing his forehead to yours for half a second before kissing you again—messy, desperate, blood-sweet.

He tugged his shirt the rest of the way off, your hands already pushing at his sweats, and then he was sliding them down, finally kicking them off as he moved between your legs.

“Wait.”

He froze immediately, his dark, blown-out eyes searching yours, panic flashing for a second. “What? Are you okay? Did I hurt—”

You smirked, tugging him down by the waistband of his sweats. “I wanna suck you off first.”

For a second, Jisung just stared—like you’d just short-circuited his already hunger-fried brain.

“…Wait. What?”

You shifted, pushing at his chest until he sat back slightly, straddling his hips to get him to sit against the headboard. “You heard me.”

His mouth opened, closed, then opened again, his ears turning red as his hands hovered uselessly at his sides. “…You—right now? Like this?”

You grinned, sliding between his legs, tugging him fully down onto the bed. “Exactly like this.”

“Holy shit,” he muttered under his breath, running a shaky hand through his hair as you settled between his thighs. His cock twitched, already hard and leaking against his stomach, and the second your hand wrapped around him, he let out a low, wrecked groan.

“Baby, you don’t—fuck—you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” you cut him off, stroking him slowly, teasing, watching his head drop back against the pillows. “You’ve been so good to me tonight, Ji. Let me take care of you.”

His eyes fluttered shut, his rings buzzing faintly against his fingers as he gripped the sheets, trying not to thrust into your hand already.

“Shit,” he hissed, his hips twitching as you leaned down, licking a slow stripe along the underside of his cock. “God, you’re gonna kill me—”

“Not planning on it,” you murmured against him, kissing the flushed tip before taking him into your mouth.

The sound Jisung made was downright filthy—a choked-off groan, his hips jerking despite the way he immediately tried to hold still for you.

“Fuck—fuck—” His hand flew to your hair, gripping gently but tight enough to show how close he already was to losing it. “Baby—holy shit, feels so good—”

You hummed around him, taking him deeper, and he cursed loudly, his head thunking back against the headboard.

“God, you look so—” he cut himself off with another groan, his hips twitching helplessly as you bobbed your head, your hand stroking what you couldn’t fit. “So pretty like this—mine—”

You pulled off just long enough to smirk up at him, breathless. “Yours. Always.”

The way his eyes darkened at that was almost dangerous.

“Fuck—if you keep saying that, I’m gonna—” he choked out, his grip tightening in your hair. “I’m gonna cum so fast—”

“Then cum for me,” you said, voice low, wicked, before taking him back into your mouth—deeper this time, your tongue sliding along the thick vein underneath as you sucked harder.

“Fuck—” Jisung groaned, his head falling back against the headboard, his thighs tensing under your hands. His hips twitched despite his desperate attempt to stay still, his rings buzzing so hard they almost hummed against his fingers.

You hummed around him deliberately, the vibration making him let out a broken, wrecked sound that went straight to your core.

“Baby—shit, you’re—” His words cut off into another groan as you took him deeper, your nose brushing his lower stomach, gagging softly around his length. “Oh my God—” Jisung’s grip in your hair tightened, his other hand bracing against the sheets as his self-control snapped another inch.

You pulled back just barely to breathe, stroking him quickly with your hand before sinking down on him again, even deeper this time, letting yourself choke a little as you swallowed around him.

Jisung lost it.

“Shit—baby, I can’t—” His hips jerked into your mouth helplessly now, short, desperate thrusts he couldn’t hold back, his voice low and broken. “You’re so good—fuck, you’re so good for me—taking me so well—”

You moaned around him at his words, and that set him off further, his thrusts a little rougher now, his cock sliding deep into your throat as you let him use your mouth, gagging softly but not pulling away.

“God, mine—” he groaned, his head tipping back, his fangs glinting as his lips parted, panting. “All mine—you look so fucking perfect with my cock in your mouth—shit—”

Your eyes watered from the depth, drool slicking your chin, but you didn’t stop, sucking harder, hollowing your cheeks as you stroked what you couldn’t take, letting him thrust shallowly into your mouth.

“Baby—fuck—I’m gonna cum—” Jisung warned, his voice hoarse, frantic now.

And finally, he let out a loud, wrecked groan, his hips jerking as he spilled into your mouth, his head dropping back as he panted your name, almost whimpering with how hard it hit him. You swallowed every drop, licking him clean as you pulled back, your hand giving him a few more lazy strokes before letting go.

Jisung slumped against the headboard, flushed and wrecked, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His rings buzzed faintly as he dragged a shaky hand through his messy hair, staring down at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“Holy… fuck.” he rasped, voice rough.

You grinned, crawling up to straddle his lap, kissing him softly, deliberately licking the corner of his mouth where a little bit of your blood from earlier still lingered. His hands immediately gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, and to your surprise—his cock twitched against you again, already hardening despite how recently he came.

“…Ji?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

His dark eyes flicked up to yours, his mouth curving into a dangerous grin.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

Your heart skipped, heat pooling low in your stomach at the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. He sat up straighter, his hands sliding up your sides, fingers brushing under the hem of your dress. “Take this off for me, baby,” he murmured, his thumbs stroking your skin, “wanna see you.”

You tilted your head, teasing despite the way your pulse was already racing. “What if I don’t?”

His grin widened, his rings buzzing faintly against your skin as he leaned in, kissing your jaw, then down your neck. “Then I’ll do it for you.” Before you could reply, he was already tugging at your dress, pulling it up and over your head with quick, almost impatient hands. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, his gaze trailing over you now, taking in every inch like he was trying to memorize you.

You were still in your panties, straddling his lap, and you felt him twitch under you as his eyes lingered on your tits, his breath catching.

“Ji…” you teased softly, but your words turned into a gasp as his hands came up, cupping your breasts reverently.

He leaned forward, closing his mouth over one nipple, sucking softly at first, then harder when you let out a quiet moan. His other hand squeezed your other breast gently, thumb circling your nipple.

“Ji—oh my God—” you gasped, your fingers digging into his hair as you rocked slightly on his lap, feeling his cock growing harder against you.

He groaned against your skin, switching to your other breast, sucking and licking like he was starved for you. “Taste so good everywhere,” he muttered, voice muffled, his fangs barely grazing your soft skin. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

You whimpered as you shifted on his lap, grinding against his cock through your panties, making him hiss low in his throat.

“I'm insane for you,” he growled, pulling back just enough to look up at you, his pupils blown wide.

Then his hand slid down, between your thighs, pressing against your clothed clit, rubbing slow circles that made your hips jerk.

“Already so wet for me,” he rasped, pushing your panties aside now, his fingers sliding through your slick folds, teasing your entrance. “You want me to make you cum on my fingers first, baby?”

“Yes—fuck—yes,” you gasped, rocking into his touch.

“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing your collarbone as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right while his thumb rubbed your clit in slow, deliberate circles.

“Ji—oh my God—” you moaned, your head falling back, your hips rolling against his hand.

He groaned softly, watching you, his cock twitching hard under you as he fucked you with his fingers, his mouth still trailing kisses over your tits. “Gonna cum for me? Wanna feel you squeeze my fingers, baby—”

“Ji—” you gasped, your walls fluttering already, heat building fast.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his thumb circling your clit faster now, his fingers thrusting deeper. “Cum for me, baby—let me feel it.”

And you did, moaning his name as you clenched around his fingers, your thighs trembling around his hips.

Jisung groaned, pulling his fingers out slowly, licking them clean without breaking eye contact, his voice wrecked. “You taste so fucking good.”

You were still catching your breath when he gripped your hips, lining his cock up against your entrance. His voice dropped, darker now, hunger and need mixing in his tone.

“Now I’m gonna fuck you, baby. Wanna feel you cum on my cock this time.”

Jisung didn’t give you much time to catch your breath.

The second his cock pushed into you, both of you groaned—loud. He filled you to the hilt in one slow, deliberate thrust, his hands gripping your hips tight, holding you still as he buried himself deep inside.

“Fuck,” he rasped, his forehead pressing briefly to your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. “You feel so good—so fucking tight, baby—”

“Ji—” you gasped, rocking slightly against him, already needy.

His head snapped up, his dark eyes locking on yours, and you barely had a second to inhale before he growled low, almost feral, and started moving.

He set a brutal pace immediately—his hips snapping up into you hard and deep, making you bounce on his lap with every thrust. Your tits moved with each impact, and Jisung’s hands came up to hold them, thumbs brushing over your nipples again before sliding back down to grip your ass.

“Ride me, baby,” he groaned, helping you move, guiding your hips as you started to bounce on him, meeting every thrust. “Fuck—yeah, just like that—taking me so good—”

“Ji—oh my God—” you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as you moved faster, the wet sound of your bodies meeting filling the room.

His rings buzzed against your skin, his breath ragged, his pupils blown wide. “You’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind—”

And then he tilted his head, his gaze darting to your neck, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Ji…” you panted, breathless, “do it—”

You didn't have to tell this man twice. He surged forward, his mouth latching onto your neck as his fangs sank in again, making you gasp, your hips stuttering as pleasure and the dizzy rush of his feeding hit you at once.

“Fuck,” Jisung groaned against your skin, drinking deep, his thrusts growing even harder, rougher, like tasting you only made him hungrier. “God, you taste so good—mine, mine—”

You whimpered, your walls clenching around him as you bounced harder, your body trembling as the pull of his feeding mixed with the relentless pace of his thrusts.

“Ji—oh fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me, baby,” he growled against your neck, his voice low and wrecked, blood-sweet. “Wanna feel you cum all over me while I drink you—”

That tipped you over.

Your orgasm hit hard, your whole body shaking as you cried out his name, clenching around his cock as he fed, drinking deeper, groaning into your skin as if your pleasure made you taste better.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he panted, finally pulling back just enough to lick over the bite, sealing it gently. His lips were red, his chin slick, and he looked feral—but so fucking gone for you.

“Gonna cum, baby—gonna fill you up again,” he muttered, snapping his hips up hard one last time before groaning loud, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you, his forehead dropping to your shoulder.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your uneven breaths and the slow creak of the bed as Jisung’s hips finally stilled, still buried deep inside you.

His forehead rested against your shoulder, his arms wrapped tight around you like he was scared you’d disappear if he let go. His rings buzzed faintly against your back, the vibrations softer now, almost soothing instead of frantic.

You shifted slightly, running a lazy hand through his damp hair. “You alive there, vampire boy?”

A muffled groan came from your shoulder. “Barely. You wrecked me.”

You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I wrecked you? Ji, you just fed on me and almost fucked me through the mattress.”

Jisung let out a weak, breathless laugh against your skin, finally pulling back enough to look at you. His lips were red, his chin still faintly slick from where he’d fed, his hair a mess, and he looked gone—but in the softest way.

“You’re perfect,” he said, still panting slightly. “Literally perfect. I don’t deserve you.”

You snorted, flicking his shoulder lightly. “Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky I like you enough to let you use me as your personal Capri Sun.”

His jaw dropped, mock-offended. “Capri Sun?! Baby, you’re—no, no, you’re not a juice pouch, you’re—” He gestured wildly, still inside you, clearly too brain-fried to find the words. “—you’re like… the world’s best vintage wine. Rare. Expensive. If anyone calls you juice again, I’ll fight them.”

You grinned, leaning in to kiss his nose. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me,” he shot back, his cocky grin slipping through the post-sex haze.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “…Yeah. I do.”

Jisung blinked, his grin softening instantly into something warmer, quieter. “…Say it again.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What, you didn’t hear me the first time?”

“I heard,” he said, his voice low and a little shy now, “I just… wanna hear it again.”

You softened, brushing his messy hair back from his forehead. “I love you, Ji.”

His grin turned into a full, bright smile, his hands squeezing your waist gently. “I love you too, baby.”

For a second, it was quiet, soft, almost too sweet—until your stomach growled loudly.

You blinked. “…Okay, maybe I need food before I pass out.”

Jisung immediately perked up, sitting back slightly (still very much inside you, which you noticed). “Say no more. Snacks. Bed snacks.”

You laughed as he reluctantly slipped out of you with a soft groan, helping you settle under the covers while muttering to himself.

“I’m making you ramen. And ice cream. And maybe… toast? No—wait, you like toast at night, right?”

You giggled, pulling the blanket around yourself. “Ji, you’re acting like you didn’t just drink half my blood.”

“That’s exactly why I’m feeding you,” he called from the kitchen, already rummaging through cabinets like a man on a mission. “You need sugar, and I need to prove I’m a responsible vampire boyfriend.”

You smiled to yourself, curling into his pillow, still blissed-out and warm.

THE NEXT MORNING

Jisung knew he was late the second he stepped out of the elevator into the main Nocté Labs conference room.

And he also knew he was fucked when every single head turned toward him at once.

“Morning,” he muttered, running a hand through his still-messy hair, tugging nervously at the collar of his hoodie. (Yes, he wore a hoodie to a meeting where everyone else was dressed like they were about to sign vampire peace treaties.)

The smell hit before the comments did.

Hyunjin wrinkled his nose first, lounging lazily in his chair, tapping a pen against his notebook. “Wow. That’s not even subtle.”

Felix beamed instantly, his bright smile way too knowing. “Oh my god, Ji—you finally did it!”

Jisung froze, his ears immediately turning bright red. “What? No—I didn’t—”

Seungmin, without looking up from his tablet, raised a brow and cut in flatly, “You smell like sex and blood. And Rule #3 specifically states that blood dolls are supposed to be eased into feeding, not turned into personal buffet tables overnight.”

“I DIDN’T—” Jisung started, only for Changbin to snort from his spot at the table, leaning back with his arms crossed.

“Sure you didn’t. You’re practically glowing. And you’re late.”

Minho, sitting next to Chan like the ever-judgmental executioner he was, tilted his head slowly, scanning Jisung with a look that made his skin crawl. “You fed and fucked in the same session, didn’t you?”

Jisung sputtered, his face now fully crimson. “WHY DOES EVERYONE KNOW THIS?!”

Hyunjin smirked, leaning back in his chair, unbothered. “Because you smell like her. Everywhere. Everything about you screams I just made her cum so hard she passed out. Congrats, by the way.”

“HYUNJIN!”

Felix just giggled, way too delighted. “Don’t be embarrassed, hyung! You look happy! She’s your soulmate, right? Seungmin was literally waiting for this to happen.”

Seungmin finally looked up, adjusting his pendant, his voice dry as ever. “I wasn’t waiting for it to happen. I was waiting for you to handle it responsibly. Which you clearly didn’t.”

Jisung groaned, dragging both hands down his face. “I hate this. I hate all of you.”

Chan, who had been silent the whole time, finally sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before speaking, his voice calm but way too amused for Jisung’s liking.

“Ji,” Chan said, leaning back in his chair, “congratulations on the bond. But next time? Don’t show up to a meeting smelling like round two. Or three. Or however many times you went at it.”

Jisung wanted to die.

“I’m going home,” he muttered, turning toward the door.

“No, you’re not,” Chan said casually, flipping to the next page of his briefing. “You’re sitting down, you’re writing your report on that new venom modulation formula, and you’re doing it while not texting her every five seconds.”

Jisung froze mid-step, scowling. “…I hate this job.”

“You love this job,” Chan replied easily. “Now sit.”

Jisung plopped into his chair with the most dramatic sigh he could manage, slouching down like a sulking teenager. The rest of the table ignored him—at least, for the first ten minutes.

Chan had the agenda up on the main holo-screen, Minho sat stone-still, eyes scanning every document like a predator waiting to strike, and Seungmin was already tapping notes into his tablet with military precision.

The meeting started smooth—too smooth.

“—hybrid gestation serums are stable at sixty-three percent success rate,” Seungmin reported, scrolling calmly through the data. “We’ll need an updated list of donors cleared for secondary trials.”

“Good,” Chan said, leaning back slightly, his tone all business. “Minho, updates on containment?”

“Handled,” Minho said simply. “The rogue incident in Singapore has been neutralized. Retrieval clean. No leaks.”

“Perfect,” Chan nodded, moving to the next file. “Felix, post-bond stabilisation reports?”

Felix, sitting bright and cheerful as always, gave a sunny little thumbs-up. “Four successful sessions yesterday, one couple cried a lot—but no venom relapse, no psychic overload, everything’s syncing fine.”

“Good work,” Chan said again, his voice sharp and clean.

Even Jisung had almost forgotten he was dying of embarrassment… until—

“So, hyung,” Hyunjin cut in lazily, not even looking up from where he was twirling his pen, “did you at least clean the bite marks off her neck before you sent her home?”

The entire table froze.

Jisung’s head snapped up, his face turning bright red instantly. “HYUNJIN—”

Minho’s pen paused mid-scratch, his sharp gaze lifting slowly, almost intrigued. “He didn’t.”

“I—THAT’S NOT—”

Felix, of course, gasped dramatically, grinning like Christmas came early. “Oh my god, hyung, you didn’t? She went home with marks?”

“SHE’S MY BLOOD DOLL, IT’S FINE!” Jisung blurted before realizing what he just said out loud.

Seungmin, who had been typing steadily through the entire conversation, finally set his tablet down with a sigh so heavy it could have crushed a human spine. “Rule #12: ‘All visible bite marks are to be properly healed or glamoured in public settings to avoid legal scrutiny.’ Did you even read the contract you made her sign?”

“I READ IT! I—” Jisung sputtered, his ears turning scarlet. “—I just… forgot.”

Minho tilted his head, his expression unreadable but his voice far too calm. “Forgetting rules that protect her safety? Should I be concerned?”

“NO, SHE’S FINE!” Jisung yelled, sinking further into his chair, practically vibrating with frustration.

That’s when Chan—Bang Chan, Supreme Leader of the Bahng Empire, usually the embodiment of calm control—let out a quiet chuckle.

Everyone turned to look at him.

“What?” Chan said casually, leaning back in his chair with the ghost of a grin tugging at his mouth. “Let him enjoy his first proper bond.”

Jisung froze, eyes wide. “Wait—you’re taking my side?!”

Chan smirked, shrugging lightly. “I didn’t say that. You’re still an idiot. But you’re a happy idiot, which is… rare for you. So I’ll allow it.”

Hyunjin snorted into his hand, Felix giggled outright, and Seungmin muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like “unprofessional circus.”

Minho simply sat back in his chair, still watching Jisung like a hawk, but even he looked faintly amused—though you’d have to be insane to point it out.

The meeting did continue after that… technically.

The rest of the morning crawled by in what could only be described as “productive but humiliating.” After the meeting, everyone returned to their respective offices.

Jisung tried to focus on his coding, tapping furiously at his keyboard as strings of glowing bloodcode streamed across the monitor. He was almost managing to forget the teasing—until Jeongin showed up.

The younger vampire wandered into the office sipping from a blood pouch like it was a juice box, leaning casually against Jisung’s desk.

“Hey, hyung,” Jeongin said with a bright, innocent smile that meant he was about to ruin Jisung’s life.

Jisung didn’t look up. “No.”

Jeongin blinked, pretending to be confused. “I didn’t say anything yet.”

“I can feel it,” Jisung muttered, typing faster, his rings buzzing faintly as he worked.

Jeongin tilted his head, sipping his pouch. “Sooo… is it true you bit her and forgot to heal it? Hyunjin says she’s probably walking around looking like she just came out of a vampire porno.”

Jisung froze mid-keystroke, slamming his head lightly onto the desk with a groan. “I hate all of you so much.”

Jeongin grinned, unbothered. “Don’t worry, hyung. She probably likes it. Girls love a good bite mark, right?”

“Jeongin, leave.”

“No can do. Felix told me to remind you to log your feeding report or Seungmin’s gonna yell at you again.”

Jisung threw a pen at him. Jeongin dodged, still grinning.

By noon, Jisung was deep into debugging a venom encryption formula, his hoodie sleeves pushed up, hair a mess, rings faintly humming as he worked. He didn’t even notice the door opening—until the smell hit him.

Warm. Familiar. You.

He turned so fast his chair nearly tipped. “Baby?”

You stood there, holding a takeout bag, smiling. “Thought you might forget to eat if I didn’t show up.” For a second, Jisung just stared, blinking at you like you’d descended from heaven itself.

“Hyung, you’re drooling,” Jeongin said helpfully from the corner, still sipping his blood pouch.

Jisung shot him a murderous glare before crossing the room in three strides, pulling you into a quick, tight hug. “You didn’t have to come all the way here.”

You grinned, holding up the bag. “I wanted to. Besides, you fed on me last night. Gotta make sure you don’t starve and code yourself into a coma.”

Felix’s voice piped up from the doorway, bright and teasing. “Aww, look at our little power couple!”

You blinked as more heads started poking into the office—Hyunjin lounging against the doorframe with his usual lazy smirk, Seungmin looking disapproving as always, and even Chan peeking in from the hall.

For one full second, the room was quiet.

Then Hyunjin broke it.

“So this is the famous Capri Sun.”

You blinked. “…The what?”

Jisung groaned loudly, burying his face into your shoulder. “Don’t ask. Just—don’t.”

Felix giggled outright, Minho’s faint chuckle could be heard down the hall, and even Chan cracked a grin.

You raised an eyebrow at Jisung, amused. “I really want to ask.”

“Don’t,” he muttered again, pulling you closer, glaring at everyone else over your shoulder. “She’s mine. Nobody talk to her.”

“Possessive and embarrassed,” Hyunjin teased, waving lazily. “Cute.”

Seungmin sighed, already walking away. “At least heal the bite next time. Please.”

You tilted your head at Jisung, smirking. “You really didn’t heal it?”

“BABY,” Jisung groaned, hiding his face in your neck again, his ears bright red. “We’re leaving. Right now.”

“Leaving?” you echoed, laughing.

“Lunch in my office. Door locked. No witnesses.”

You sat cross-legged on his desk, eating ramen from the takeout bag while Jisung sat in his chair, turned toward you, his knees brushing yours.

He was watching you like you were the only thing in the room, chin propped on his hand, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“…What?” you asked, grinning at him.

“Nothing,” he said quietly, almost shy. “Just… I really love you.”

You softened instantly, reaching out to tug him closer. “I love you too, Ji.”

His grin turned wicked again as he leaned in, whispering against your lips, “Good. Because after work… I'm hungry, like very hungry. Work makes me hungry.”

You laughed, kissing him softly. “God, you’re insatiable.”

He smirked, kissing you back. “Only for you, baby.”

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[hopecomesbacktolife]

thinking of rereading the entirety of HoME again. for my health

[micamicster]

The thing about hwayugi was it solved the consent issues inherent in the love spell by leaning into making the whole situation worse <3 By which I mean the guy is an amoral trickster out to kill and eat her and the only defense she has is this love spell/curse that’s binding him to her and so they spend the first half of the show circling each other like two feral dogs locked in a cage of their own making all the while she knows at any minute the god she has on a leash may decide mutually assured destruction is at least her destruction and kill her anyway. and i love it <3

[sarcasticmudkip]

Sad news: Squid Game 3 was bad

Good news: Hwang Dong-hyuk can finally be fucking free

[exopelagic]

my players don’t know it yet but the adventure we’re doing rn is me being silly goofy bc they hadn’t made their characters in time for me to plan around them. now that I Know Things the game can really start

[justmossyaps]

i don’t want to jinx it but i think the flareup might actually be over :D

[yourloveaton]

Outfit redesign concept for a multiverse PART 1

Grahhh !!! 🔥🔥

Some little outfit redesign concepts of ink and error for a multiverse me and my friend have started working on… (Trickster will be taking part in there too :3)

Though probably the ink design wont be used cuz it’s too complicated to draw AHAHAH we’re gonna simplify it eheh… For Error pookie… er.. eheh… idk… eheh….

Will probably have to do another revision of them as we develop the multiverse, right now it’s very new so !! Eheh nothings settled yet :33

Tbh I did these for fun so it’s not rlly the best but I hope it still looks nice to you guys !!! ✨

Ink Sans by comyet

Error Sans by loverofpiggies

[raeathnos]

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[fake-bleach]

ROAD TRIP STOP | LOGAN HOWLETT x READER

taking a small road trip with old man logan where you’re halfway to where you need to be, and you're bored out of your mind. unluckily for you, your boyfriend won't possibly give into your antics.

or, logan fucks you in a gas station bathroom <3

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WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS: (18+ only!) fem!reader, porn w/ slight plot lol, piv, unprotected sex, this shit is roughhh, degrading, filthyyy dirty talk, use of pet names, slight choking, coming inside/creampie, manhandling? i guess?, logan refers to himself as "your old man" bc i'm insane, anddd happy ending bc we all know how much i love those! :D

a/n: there aren't nearly enough fics abt old man logan & i need him Badly.

+ logan pictures from @divinesols incredible moodboard <3

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you’re 4 hours into your road trip, and logan, well, being the man he is, hasn’t let you drive a single second.

he tells you that you can just sit there n’ look pretty and that’s good enough for him. but, he’s getting tired, and the nearest hotel isn’t for another 50 miles.

you notice his eyes getting heavier, his body slouching more, his grip on the steering wheel loosening. so, you do what you do best. why not have some harmless fun with your old boyfriend?

your hands subtly inch over to his thighs, fingers trailing the clothed skin just above his knee, and he flinches surprisingly, glancing at you for a moment with that tired face of his.

“what are y’doing? huh?” he asks, with a quirk in his eyebrow and his voice rasping more than usual from his fatigue; it only makes it all the more arousing for you.

you grin, your head turned to look up at him with a sly expression. “just waking you up a bit. you’re practically falling asleep here.”

your fingers move upwards now, slowly but surely, and right before you can reach the spot just below his bulge, he sighs out, gripping your hand to lightly push it off of him.

“not here. got another hour left til’ we’re at the hotel. then, we can rest up, baby.”

you pout, looking at him eagerly. “are you even gonna make it there, lo?” you tease, “your eyes are getting heavier, you’re tired.. why don’t you just let me drive?” you attempt, but you’re knocked down the second you try.

he huffs, shaking his head. “don’t you try that shit. you know what m’gonna say to that.”

you groan at that, rolling your eyes fussily as your head turns to look up at the roof of the car. “you’re insufferable,” you sigh out, jokingly, of course. but, you were with logan long enough to know just how stubborn he could be. that he could almost always be.

which means, you knew exactly how to get what you wanted, in more ways than one. 

let’s just say this way was more fun, anyway.

you let out an exasperated breath before turning back to face him, your eyes lighting up just slightly before you open up your mouth.

“guess i just gotta..” you trail off, hands now on your body with your fingertips grazing the skin on your chest; roaming around the loose shirt you had on. “..entertain myself for the next hour then..”

logan turns his head to you now, eyes fixing on your hand just long enough to catch you slip it underneath your bra, cupping one of your tits. you let out a low moan as you look into his eyes, fingers rolling the nipple there, and he scoffs.

it’s a sound that has your heart racing immediately.

“you’ve been a good girl so far, sweetheart. would hate for you to switch up when we’re almost fuckin’ there.” he warns you, turning his head back to the road, having seen enough. “don’t you start now. gonna make you regret it.”

a pang of arousal hits you just like that, pussy involuntarily clenching around nothing as he threatens you; a threat that you definitely need to see for yourself.

you merely pout at him again, but his words aren’t enough to stop you. not when you’re just getting started.

your hand leaves your breast, slowly inching down your stomach, then to the waistband of your shorts, all with your eyes still locked on him. you bite your lip as your hand breaches underneath the material, testing the waters before your fingers reach the hem of your panties.

fingertips aching to dip into the wet heat, you anticipate your own touch as your hands lower, but an immediate grasp at your wrist stops you completely, eliciting a gasp from your throat.

mouth falling open in shock, you turn to look at the man responsible with that gruff look on his face, and that snarl from him gives you more than enough of a warning.

you clear your throat, letting out a noise of frustration towards your boyfriend as he all but tosses your hand away carelessly.

“knock. it. off. don’t make me say it again.”

logan nearly growls at you, moving in closer to get right in your face; he isn’t playing around, and you know it.

but, god, does it only encourage you more.

it isn’t until logan’s focus is completely back on the road that you test the waters again; your fingers finally inserting themselves into your soft, warm folds, wet and waiting so impatiently.

it makes you moan, a hushed sound that you try your hardest to bite back from releasing, but you’re evidently unsuccessful.

so, before you know it, the truck is swerving, causing you to pull yourself back to hold onto the sides of the car, anywhere that you could grab onto. the wheels squeal loudly as the high pitch penetrates your ears, and logan makes a harsh u-turn without a second to waste.

“lo! what the fuck!” you exclaim loudly, wild eyes reaching for his own, but it’s no use. he’s dead set in front of him, shaking his head furiously as the white of his knuckles present itself from holding onto the wheel so tightly.

he’s had enough of your shit.

his eyes never leave the road in front of him once, never returning to you. no matter how much you talk or try to get him to respond, he doesn’t budge.

instead, for the next 5 minutes, silence fills the space between you as your eyes shut from your frustration. it’s all you really can do at this point.

but, it’s only when the high screech of the wheels halting and the gear being put into park has your eyes opening again, eyes latching onto the bright lights in front of you.

a gas station, and the convenience store’s white luminescent glass reflecting on logan’s face. he’s out the driver’s side as soon as you can look at him, and before you can process it, he’s dragging you out of the truck, slamming the door shut as he does so.

you scramble against him, fists almost pushing their hardest into his chest as you whine loudly, increasingly dazed and confused.

“logan, what the fuck are you doing?! let go of me!”

you fight against him harder, but there’s nothing stopping him. not now.

he lets out an exasperated breath, his heavy footsteps embedding themselves into the loud gravel beneath them as he drags you along.

“don’t play that shit with me. actin’ like you don’t know what the hell you’re doing,” he practically yells at you in a hushed voice, “you know what the fuck you’re doing.”

“walk.” he orders you instantly, and you don’t hesitate to obey. not when his voice gets like that.

most of all, because it makes your heart pound—pounding in your chest because he’s right. you know what you’re doing.. but, you can’t say you regret it. no, not one bit.

and if he’s gonna make you regret it, you might as well go all out. right?

his grip on your arm is tight as you walk side by side with him, leading you into the gas station with the door open for you. you can’t even acknowledge the cashier from how quick logan swifts the two of you past them; straight towards the bathroom, and it makes you gulp. 

it’s too late for anyone to be around, too late for anyone to care, and you know that. but, the thought exhilarates you anyway.

he shoves the door open with a hushed whisper—one that’s almost incoherent as it escapes his lips. “you wanna act like a fucking brat?” he shuts the door hurriedly, shoving your body against the sink, “i’m gonna treat you like a fucking brat.”

you yelp at the sudden movement, his fingers digging themselves into your skin as you cry out at the feeling. it’s rough and brutal and it burns, but it’s so fucking good.

“lo.. lo, please,” you whine as your eyes shut tightly, the overwhelming sensation of his hands on you and his hot breath hitting your skin being too much to handle.

your body is flush against the sink as you attempt to squirm, to try to get him to do something, anything.

that cruel laugh of his fills your ears—quiet yet booming in your head as it sends chills throughout your entire body, eyes flashing open to look at him in the mirror in front of you. “please? please?” logan mocks you, “do y’even know what you’re asking for, baby? nah.. you don’t.”

“you just want..” logan trails off, his hands mindlessly reaching for your shorts, “to get fucked.. like the whore you are.”

without a single warning, he yanks them down along with your panties, and your whines are impossible to stop when the cool air hits your bare skin. when his filthy words are the only thing you can think about.

“can’t keep these pretty hands to yourself, you gotta rile me up to do it for you?” you hear the clank of his belt unbuckling, the zipper of his jeans sliding down, “gotta piss me off every goddamn time you get so fucking needy? i mean,” he laughs harder now, “not that i really blame you..”

logan pauses, and his eyes that were once staring directly at you now shift to look straight ahead, latching onto your mirrored reflection instead. as if he was looking right into you now. “pretty girl like you.. would be a shame to let this cunt go to waste. so, i’ll do you a favor..”

your jaw falls open in complete shock as your face contorts, as the tip of his cock breaches your tight hole, making your eyes roll back instantaneously with a sob from your lips.

“i’ll use her real good. for what she’s made for, yeah?”

your hands grip the sink in front of you as tightly as possible, body trembling as logan groans into your ear, his hands on your body never loosening.

instead, his grip only tightens as his hips become flush against your ass, his entire cock piercing you to the hilt with a satisfied moan.

“that was easier this time, wasn’t it? gettin’ used to me now. just needed to..” logan takes a moment to pull himself out of you, the tip resting against your entrance as he groans. he slams himself back inside of you so hard that your body fails you, your hands landing on the mirror to hold yourself up, bent over.

“break her in real fucking good.”

your body shakes against him as you cry out at his intrusion, stammering out a string of noises as your walls involuntarily clench around him over and over again. it’s almost as if you’re rapidly adapting to him; the way he stretches you out so much that it hurts in the best way possible. you’re pulsing around him, increasingly growing wetter by the second as your eyes water from the intense sensation.

your words slur with a few whines of what seem to be logan’s name as your hands move back to the sink, attempting to push yourself back up against him, but he stops you. grabbing one of your hands, he places it right against the mirror again, holding it still as he grinds himself into you. it makes you breathe out rapidly, body bent over the sink completely now.

“keep em’ right there. right fucking there. you don’t get to do that. y’don’t get to make any choices here.” he grunts in your ear, his thick beard grazing along your jaw as his eyes flicker from your face back to the mirror. he notices the way you’re trembling, eyes filled with those pretty tears of yours, and it makes him smile—a chuckle leaving him shamelessly.

he takes a moment to admire you, whispering out, “what i’m gonna do to you, baby..” and it makes your eyes flutter shut, warmth filling your core.

his other hand trails up the front of your body now, and it practically covers you completely because of how big it is—your stomach, your breasts, your chest, then finally, your neck. your gasp is loud; heavy, as his fingers wrap around your throat, holding you still for him.

all of you in the palm of his hand—all in his control.

you moan eagerly as he looks into your eyes through the mirror, grinning almost maliciously, “isn’t this what you wanted?” he laughs, his hips stirring a bit as he agonizingly pulls out of you, making you wince, “you wanted my attention so bad, wanted my cock so fucking bad..” he growls in your ear, his hand sliding from your throat to the back of your neck, pushing you down hard, and it makes you grip onto the side of the sink even more. 

“well, now you fucking got it.”

the sound of his rasping grunt hits you first; before you’re sobbing out on his cock, pelvis hammering inside of you with a tight hold on your neck, keeping you there with no chance of stopping, no squirming, no escaping.. no running away from this.

all you can do is take it as he pounds into you, the agonizing ache of his cock sliding in and out of you rapidly increasing the coil in your core, your loud cries and moans enough to make him go harder.

“there you go, there she is..” logan grits out, hands now grasping at your hips, smacking your ass, eliciting a grunt from you, “better fuckin’ hope no one walks in here, or else all they’re gonna see is some whore gettin’ used.”

you cry out as you feel the tip of his cock reach the deepest parts inside of you, nudging your g-spot suddenly as a tear slides down your cheek, your knuckles white from how tight you were grasping at your surroundings. your cheeks grow hot from the idea of that happening, stomach tightening as heat pools your core.

“what’d they think, huh? you think they’d wanna join in on the fun? bet they’d wanna fuck you too after i’m done with you. tightest fuckin’ hole i’ve ever had.”

you whine out now, shaking your head desperately in retaliation as you deny it. you couldn’t ever have another man like this, not now, not ever—only him.

logan sighs out, “no, no, no, i’d never let em’ baby, don’t you worry,” he reassures you, pressing his lips against the top of your head, “this,” he murmurs, his hand reaching to cup the front of your cunt, the rough skin on his palm grazing your clit just enough to make you squeal, “s’all fuckin’ mine. you hear me? not a single soul gets to use her like i can.”

“not like she’d want it anyway. only wants my cock in her. s’the only way she can really be filled up.. fucked stupid and cryin’ for me. ain’t that right? never got fucked by a man like me before y’met me, and i’m sure as hell no one will ever get her trembling like i do.”

you shake your head again, tears continuously spilling out of your eyes as your stomach tightens repeatedly, “n-no, lo, only you—” you stammer out as logan buries himself inside of you to the hilt, plunging into the warm heat of your walls, and he slows, relying on pure power than pace now. the harsh drive of his hips has your head fogging up, so close to reaching your peak with your cunt shuddering.

“ohh, there we go, she’s doing it now. shaking all over this fucking cock, squeezin’ me so tight,” he hisses, “that all you up in this pretty little head, or can you even control it? can’t even control it, can you, baby?”

a string of noises leaves your lips, breathless and mixed with whines and a few tears in your eyes as your core spasms out, his cock hitting deep inside of you repeatedly.

“what was that? can’t really.. understand you, baby, y’gotta speak up..” he teases, a mean laugh escaping his throat, “c’monnn, use your words, really think em’ out, say em’ clearly.”

“c’mon, show me that you’re still my good girl. my good little girl. speak up for your old man, honey.”

you yelp out at his filthy words, “m’.. i c-can’t.. control it, ah!” your moans involuntarily stringing out, eyes fluttering shut and rolling to the back of your head, your pussy convulsing around him intensely. “g-gonna–c-cum, lo, oh—” you spit out, your chest grasping for as much air as possible.

he hums in your ear now, fingers reaching for your clit and fastening tight, harsh circles at it, making you shudder, your cunt throbbing around his cock—pulsating over and over again as you start to see white. “gonna fill you up, sweetheart, gonna make you take it, fuck.”

you can’t even register him anymore as he talks you through it, the “come for me, baby,” muffled in your ears as you listen to him, cunt constricting around him tightly as you soak him, and the sound is filthy as logan chases his release, squelching loudly from your climax.

you let out a muffled sob as logan finally reaches his peak, slamming himself deep inside of you as he holds you there, the spurts of white hot spilling & coating your walls. all you can hear is the ringing in your ears, along with the mixture of your heavy breaths and logan’s rasps surrounding you.

logan’s strong arms pull you up against him as you catch your breath, heart rate slowing as your back leans against his chest tiredly. he mutters sweet nothings to you, praising you with kisses along your neck, cheek, then to your lips.

“my good fucking girl, my sweet girl—oh, baby,” he hums in your ear, eyes shut as he takes you in. you sigh out, breathing him in as your hand reaches behind, landing on the back of his head to pull him in closer, “god, i love you.”

you laugh, pressing a mindless kiss on his skin, “i love you more, lo, i–i’m sorry for acting out, for being such a—” you begin to apologize, but he just shuts you up with another peck to your lips. “shh, you hush now. i appreciate it.. you riling me up all the damn time. s’ the only way i can still feel so young.”

you giggle, eyes opening up to turn your head to him, taking in his disheveled look—tired, old, grumpy. the man you loved, as handsome as ever.

“always young in my eyes, lo..” you smile, “besides.. it’s the only way i can get you to fuck me that good.” you tease.

he huffs, rolling his eyes. “i fuck you that good every goddamn time, n’ don’t you deny it.”

you laugh, nodding. you can’t deny that fact. but, your eyebrows furrow slightly, suddenly thinking back to the previous events.

“did you really fuck me in a gas station bathroom, babe? what if someone walked in?!” you groan, pushing your forehead into his chest, embarrassed.

he chuckles, “locked it the minute we got in here, baby. wouldn’t let anyone see you like that,” he reassures you, gently gripping the side of your head to make you look up at him, “you got that?”

his face is stern now as he looks into your eyes, and those butterflies in your stomach erupt as if it were the first time you ever got them from him. you nod though, gleaming up at him.

“got it.”

he grins, “good. now, let’s get you cleaned up n’ back on the road. back’s killing me even more now n’ that bed’s calling my name.”

you laugh at him, teasing him further. “old man.”

you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[eloriis]

TEENAGE DREAM - ollie bearman

in which. . ollie bearman and y/n l/n are everyone’s teenage dream couple — ob87 x f!reader

notes : the drought has finally ended!! here’s some water for u guys <33 also i lost a follower 😞💔 anyways hope u guys like it! p.s i fear this post is extremely short 😞

type : smau face claim : hanni pham / pics from pinterest

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y/nuser happy pre-valentines day with my bear 🫶🏼🫶🏼

olliebearman get ready for tmro! it’s going to be so much fun :p

y/nuser i can’t believe you’re still going to hide it from me :(

olliebearman awh bby it won’t be a surprise if i tell you what it’s about, will it?

y/nuser still doesn’t mean i have to like it :(

user1 they are so cute ahhh i’m gonna combust

user2 they are THE it pinterest couple omgomg

urbsf my bby looks so pretty omg!!

y/nuser stoppp have you seen urself?! youre gorg!

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y/nuser happy vals day 💌

hope all of you bought urselves a well-deserved gift <33

olliebearman ty for being my valentine ❤️

y/nuser we’re dating, ofc i’d be ur valentine silly!

user3 THAT FIT?? ITS SO PRETTY OMGG

user4 WAIT SHES OLLIE’S GF?!? SHES GORG OMG

user5 the second pic omg they’re so adorable ☹️☹️

user6 the last line in her caption omg :( she’s so sweet

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y/nuser feb dump!

olliebearman sm pics of us hehe 😋

y/nuser i couldn’t help myself, you’re just so cute :p

olliebearman r u talking abt urself, love?

user6 this is so cute omg (i’m so single bro)

user7 real bro, real 😞💔

urbsf USUSUS!!

y/nuser USUSUS!!

user8 they are the embodiment of the teenage love that everyone wants to experience ❤️

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y/nuser you make me feel like i’m living a teenage dream olliebearman ❤️‍🩹🧸

olliebearman i would go thro life all over again and again if it meant i’d have you forever ❤️

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[lov3lycosmos]

CAN YOU WRITE A CUTE FUNNY FIC OF LEEKNOW AND READER TRYING TO HAVE SEXY TIME BUT SOONIE, DOONGIE, AND DORI WONT LEAVE YOU GUYS ALONE?

IT SOUNDS SO CUTE AND I ABSOLUTELY NEED IT <33

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Genre: smut/fluff MDNI !!

Warnings: kissing, some dirty talk, cursing, hellacious teasing and laughing, almost fingering, cats obvi :3

v4mps note: this was so cute and fun to write AGHH, but I feel like the on and off smut made it even better :D

It was supposed to be simple: Lee Know, you, a quiet evening together. The kind where you could finally enjoy each other’s company without any interruptions. The plan was set. No distractions. But of course, nothing ever went according to plan when it came to his cats.

You were lying in his bed, pulling him close for a heated kiss, your hands already slipping under his shirt, feeling his muscles flex beneath your fingertips. “Let’s make this quick," Lee Know murmured, his voice already laced with lust as he pressed you back into the sheets. "I want you so bad, baby."

Before you could answer, a soft, persistent meow echoed from the corner of the room.

You froze. Lee Know’s face twisted with annoyance. “Soonie, I swear to god…”

His cat had made his entrance, hopping onto the bed with a little yowl as he made himself comfortable, curling up right between you both. Lee Know let out a frustrated laugh, his hand running over his face in disbelief.

“Really? Now? Of all times?” he muttered, giving you an apologetic look. “He’s been out all day, and now he decides to invade our private time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, reaching down to gently pet the cat’s head, who was completely unfazed by the chaos he had just caused.

“Guess we’re not alone,” you teased, trying to ignore the way your body was still aching for him.

Lee Know sighed, rolling his eyes. “I’m gonna get him out of here… give me a second.” He leaned down to gently lift the cat, but before he could, a second meow sounded from the other side of the room.

Doongie, his adorable yet extremely clingy cat, was now on the prowl, circling the bed and looking up at you both with big, pleading eyes.

Lee Know groaned, throwing himself back into the pillows. “Fuck… why is it always now?” His hands gripped the sheets, trying to keep his composure as Doongie hopped onto the bed, nuzzling into your lap with loud purrs.

You couldn’t help but laugh, scratching Doongie behind the ears. “He’s so needy,” you teased, but your laugh caught in your throat as Lee Know’s lips brushed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“I don’t give a shit about needy cats right now,” he growled, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease the skin of your sides. He was clearly trying to keep his patience, but his breath was already ragged from the teasing.

Just as you were about to respond, a third meow cut through the air. Dori, the smallest and most mischievous of the bunch, darted into the room like a little ball of energy. He pounced onto the bed and immediately positioned himself right between your legs, staring up at you both with wide, innocent eyes.

Lee Know threw his head back, groaning in frustration. “What the fuck, Dori? Seriously?” He looked over at you, his gaze darkening with mischief and desire. “This is your fault, you know that?”

You couldn’t contain your laughter, the situation too absurd. “My fault? You’re the one who adopted all of them!”

The tiny cat didn’t budge an inch, just staring up at you, completely oblivious to the tension between you and Lee Know.

“Okay, enough of this,” Lee Know said, his voice dripping with frustration. His hand found your wrist, pulling it up to his lips for a heated kiss that made your whole body tense with anticipation. “Fuck, you’re killing me, baby…” he muttered, teeth grazing your bottom lip.

You gasped into his mouth as his hand slid down, fingers brushing over your waistband. “Lee Know, are you seriously gonna—”

But just as his fingers slipped under your waistband, the cats simultaneously leaped onto the bed and started running in circles, their tails swishing all over the place.

Lee Know stared at them in horror as his hand froze, fingers still pressing against your skin. “Are you fucking kidding me? This is a nightmare.” He let out an exasperated laugh, his frustration mixing with amusement. “We can’t even have a second to ourselves.”

You pulled him back in for a kiss, ignoring the chaos around you. “Does it really matter?” you whispered against his lips. “I’m still here, and I’m still ready for you.”

The teasing tone in your voice made Lee Know groan, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, kissing you harder, his fingers slipping lower. He traced the waistband of your pants, eyes darkening with desire. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You moaned into the kiss, your hands grabbing his shoulders as he pressed down, grinding against you as his fingers finally slipped into your panties, teasing your entrance. The sensation made you gasp, but the moment was cut short by a loud meow. The cat jumped up right on Lee Know’s back, pawing at him desperately for attention.

“Oh my god!” Lee Know shouted, nearly choking on his own frustration as he tried to shake the cat off his back. “Seriously, what the fuck!?”

You were laughing uncontrollably now, feeling the tension break in a burst of light-hearted chaos. “I guess it’s not happening tonight,” you said between giggles.

But Lee Know wasn’t ready to give up that easily. He shot you a devilish grin, fingers still teasing at your core. “Oh, it’s happening, sweetheart. Cats or not, I’m finishing this.”

And despite the cats swarming all over you, he did.

[piastrisun]

next in line.

pairings: lando norris + verstappen female reader.

summary: your brother announces his first baby, suddenly everyone’s eyes are on you. the teasing starts as harmless fun, but life has other plans.

faceclaim: lila moss.⠀warning: none.

request: for a smau idea, can you do verstappen!reader that just found out that her brother's gonna be a dad and is just excited maybe a reader x lando? and the grid teases her telling her she's next?

notes: so so happy for max, i’m sure he’s gonna be an amazing dad. and to make clear, i do not support kelly’s actions but i respect her as max’s partner and mother of their kid. also, i’m really sorry this took so long, i didn’t had my laptop :( but i do now!

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ynverstappen i’m going to be an aunt, AGAIN!!! congratulations to the best brother in the world and my sister-in-law for blessing us with a tiny human. can’t wait to meet my future favourite little one. 🤍

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username this got me thinking she was expecting as well, the GASP i let out 💀

maxverstappen1 best brother in the world? finally getting the recognition i deserve

username the fact he commented this first, so unserious 😭😭

username1 i was so moved by the caption and now i’m laughing

maxverstappen1 ik houd van je, kleine zus!!! (i love you, little sister)

ynverstappen ik hou altijd van je, you’re going to be an amazing dad!! (i love you too)

username2 FAVES

username3 my most parasocial relationship are them because i feel like they’re my cousins

kellypiquet thank you!! 🥹 baby can’t wait to meet their favourite aunt

ynverstappen stop it i’ll cry

username they’re so sweet with each other

username4 OMG congrats to your family!!! can’t wait to see the cutest baby pics

landonorris i’m next in line to become an uncle

ynverstappen i hope you’re ready for all the babysitting we’ll be doing!!

username5 wait... does this mean lando and yn are next?

username6 imagine the chaos if they had a baby too 😭😭

maxfewtrell chaos? more like pure excellence the world’s not ready

landonorris couldn’t agree more

ynverstappen you’re BANNED from my posts

username7 do you guys think i still have time to reincarnate in that baby?

username8 MOVE, it was my idea first

danielricciardo aunt for now, mum next?

ynverstappen delete this immediately

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landonorris just say the word babe

ynverstappen STOPPPP

landonorris i meannn, i was already planning our baby names list, but take your time

ynverstappen keep the list, i’m busy trying to decide between napping or rewatch criminal minds

maxverstappen1 we’re just preparing you for the future

ynverstappen future? i was planning on sleeping past 11 AM, thank you very much

ynverstappen but sure, let’s add kids to the list!

victoriaverstappen you’re next! the family is ready for some mini-you

ynverstappen okay that is kinda cute

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maxfewtrell she has that pregnancy glow

landonorris she says: fuck off

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charles_leclerc is the shrimp carrying a baby shrimp?

landonorris i don’t think so but stay tuned!

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ynverstappen shrimp 😭😭 you’re unbelievable

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danielricciardo i’m assuming shrimp is code for ‘future mum’ now?

ynverstappen lando’s been calling me shrimp since FOREVER

danielricciardo for obvious reasons, you kinda look like one

ynverstappen you’re relentless

oscarpiastri you can’t escape forever, you know

ynverstappen i can and i WILL

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landonorris oscar norris-verstappen it is!!!

ynverstappen first of all, my last name would go first

ynverstappen second, you were my favourite, oscar

ynverstappen and i remark WERE

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

that old cliché.

you swore you’d never give in to the maid of honour and best man cliche. and then you met evan buckley.

evan buckley x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol. buck’s a filthy flirt.

word count - 6k

authors note - and so she returns!! thank you all so much for your loveliness on my post about my break - I appreciate it more than you know. this one was so much fun to write. i’ve not written any longer stuff for buck, but he’s a character I feel that I have a really good understanding of - I actually think we’re very alike - so this came so easy. hope you love it as much as I do. <3

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Silvery melodies of laughter clink off the rim of the champagne flute you hold in your freshly manicured hand. As the gentle breeze whips through the material of your dress, you look around you, realising you’ve never seen so many people so happy at once.

The backyard of the Italian villa is packed, dozens of guests milling around - dancing, drinking, chatting and catching up. Family, friends, colleagues; people from every phase of the bride and grooms life, all celebrating together in one place.

A rocks glass is placed down onto the table in front of you with a thud. Looking up, you’re met with the sight of the best man towering over you expectantly with a drink in his hand.

“Evan.”

“Hi gorgeous.”

You scoff, staring up at him through your lashes.

“What’s this?”

“A drink.”

“Yeah. But why?”

“It’s whiskey. I watched you grimace every time you had to drink the champagne, so I thought you’d want something different.”

You swirl the glass, listening to the tinkle of the ice against the sides.

“You were watching me, huh?”

“Of course I was. Can’t take my eyes off you in that dress.”

“Shut up,” you chide, fighting to keep the grin off your face. “I’m not doing this with you.”

“Doing what, exactly?”

“The whole best man and maid of honour thing. It’s just too cliched.”

He laughs all hearty and genuine, and you poignantly ignore the way the butterflies start fluttering in your stomach.

“Then why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me.”

Now it’s your turn to laugh, shaking your head at him.

“Yeah, right. In your dreams, Evan.”

“Oh, you will be,” he winks, knocking his glass against yours in a quick cheers before walking off to the find the groom.

You watch him go, not completely oblivious to the way his suit fits him just right. Determined to stand your ground, you inhale a deep breath before taking a sip of your drink. The drink that definitely isn’t exactly what you needed. The drink that he’d practically read your mind to figure out. Effortlessly.

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It’s been like this all day.

You met Evan Buckley for the first time last night, at the rehearsal dinner. The bride, your best friend in the world, kept telling you that you’d love the best man.

“He’s from California,” she’d said. “He’s Danny’s friend from when they were kids. He’s a firefighter, babe. He’s hot.”

You’d laughed it off, zipping up the back of her dress while she watched you in the mirror.

“Oh, come on. That’s so cliched. The whole maid of honour and best man thing is so old, Lucy.”

“You’re single, he’s single,” she’d protested. “It’d do you some good to get laid, relieve some stress. And people let their guards down at weddings. Now’s your chance.”

“If I wanted to get laid, I’d get laid,” you scoffed.

“All I’m saying is that Buck is completely your type. He’s gorgeous, he’s funny, he’s sweet. And you’re gonna have to spend a fair bit of time together tonight and tomorrow, so… just keep an open mind.”

“Fine,” you soothed, rolling your eyes. “Mind wide open. Alright?”

“You’re gonna love him.”

“You said that already.”

“Because I really believe it. You’re gonna love him.”

And the problem is… she was kind of right.

No, you don’t love him. You’ve known him for 48 hours. But… there’s something.

Lucy wasn’t lying. He is gorgeous, and funny, and sweet. And hot. So hot. He showed up to the rehearsal dinner in dress pants and a linen shirt, all sun kissed and muscled and tanned and stunning.

The two of you were seated next to each other, planned so carefully by the bride and groom. One minute you were making cautious introductions, shaking hands and smiling gently. The next minute you were crying with laughter, clutching at his bicep as he grabs your thigh, legs intertwined and chairs pulled together.

Lucy and Danny nudge each other occasionally, watching the both of you get along like two old friends that have known each other forever. A look passes between them that says I told you so clear as day.

But you’re stubborn. Too stubborn, some may say. You know you’ll never hear the end of it from your friends if you give into this very alluring temptation, and perhaps your pride means a bit more to you than it should. So you resist, you refuse to give in. Even if you really want to.

And that was just last night. Today has been even worse.

By worse, you mean the connection between you and Evan has grown even stronger. You walked down the aisle with him, arm linked with his, both dressed up to the nines. The maid of honour and the best man, a perfect picture.

You haven’t been able to keep your hands off each other all day. Little touches - his fingers on the small of your back, your grip on his bicep, shoulders brushing and thighs pressed together. Nothing crazy, but nothing meaningless, either. There’s an undeniable electricity buzzing between you, hot and alive.

You’re not sure how much longer you can deny it.

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You’re dancing with Lucy and her little nieces when you hear yelling and commotion coming from the other side of the dance floor. Looking over, you see Danny, Evan and other groomsmen flailing around and fussing.

“What happened?” Lucy’s yelling, making her way over with you in tow.

“Just a drink spillage, Luce! But it’s red wine, and now Buck’s shirt is pink.”

You look at the man in question and can’t help but laugh. His crisp white dress shirt is now a pretty shade of pink across the front, his cheeks a rosy colour to match.

“Stop laughing,” he chides, but he’s grinning at you as he says it. “I need to go and change. I have a spare shirt in my suitcase upstairs.”

He starts to leave, but soon turns around and calls your name.

“I don’t have a key for that big door at the end of the hallway to get to our rooms. Do you?”

“Yeah, it’s in my purse. You want it?”

“Just come with me. It’ll be easier.”

Before you can argue, he’s taken off, big strides across the garden. You have to practically run in your heels to keep up with him, shaking your head in frustration.

“I could have just given you this,” you say when you reach the door, unlocking it for him.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

The smirk he gives you is so cheeky, it’s a wonder you don’t smack it off his face. Cocky bastard.

“You’re so annoying,” you mumble, walking with purpose to his room.

“Come in with me? It’ll only take a minute, then we can walk back together.”

You know you should say no, tell him that you’ll meet him downstairs. But you don’t. Instead, you say,

“Fine. But hurry up. I don’t wanna miss the party.”

“Yes ma’am,” he mock salutes, unlocking the door to his room that’s conveniently directly across from yours.

You take a seat on the edge of the bed, trying to avoid watching him undress. He shrugs off his now pink shirt, taking it with him into the bathroom.

You’re surprised at how tidy everything is. Not that you think Evan would be particularly messy, but he doesn’t strike you as a neat and clean type. His suitcase is unpacked into the closet, bed made, nothing on the floor. It only makes you like him more.

“Can you grab my other shirt from the closet please, gorgeous? The one I wore last night for the rehearsal dinner.”

You swing the two doors open and rifle around, failing to see the linen button up that he’s looking for. Suddenly, you feel a warmth behind you, Buck’s solid form caging you in. He reaches around you, arm brushing yours as he finds what he needs.

“Found it,” he murmurs into your ear, all low and honeyed.

Against your better judgment, you turn around, finding yourself face to face with him. He towers over you, watching your reactions carefully. Your hands reach out and rest on his bare chest, steadying yourself before you either fall over or pass out.

Buck gently traces your bottom lip with his thumb, eyes completely locked on yours. You have to resist every urge to either bite it or suck it into your mouth, reminding yourself that now isn’t the time. The noise from the garden floats up and through the window that’s cracked open slightly, tethering you to the reality that is slowly fading away the longer you hold Evan’s gaze.

He leans in, and to your surprise, doesn’t kiss you immediately. Pressing his forehead to yours, he inhales deeply, as if committing the moment to memory. His thumbs are now tracing gentle circles on your jaw, soft and callous at the same time. You inhale slowly, processing the scent of his cologne mixed with the evening breeze. If you could bottle it up, you think, you’d be a millionaire. This would cure everything.

Buck finally closes down the gap between you, inching towards your lips softly. You shut your eyes, waiting for him to finally kiss you - when there’s deafening knocking on the door. The two of you jump apart, hearts pounding and nerves on a live wire.

Evan strides over to the source of the noise, taking a deep breath to try and compose himself as he goes. You perch on the edge of the bed, smoothing down your dress and attempting to look as inconspicuous as possible.

“Buck? Dude, it’s Jake. Hurry up, yeah? The guys wanna do our dance routine before everyone gets too drunk to remember it.”

He doesn’t bother opening the door, just yells back through the wood.

“Yeah, sure - I’ll be down in a minute!”

You hear Jake’s footsteps retreat, both of you exhaling the breaths you didn’t know you’d been holding. Buck looks at you, worried that the moment’s been ruined, to find you stifling a laugh behind your hand.

“There’s a dance routine?”

“Shut up,” he grumbles, fighting to keep the grin off his face. “We created it years ago. The guys won’t let it die.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to see this.”

You’re cackling, reclining onto the duvet as you laugh.

“Stop,” he groans, jumping over to flop onto his back on the bed next to you. “I did a lot of regrettable things in college… and that routine is definitely the worst of it.”

“I hope you know that you’re never going to live this down, Buckley. I’ll be reminding you of this forever.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, propping himself up on his elbow so he can look at you. “You really like me, huh?”

“What the hell gave you that impression?”

“You said forever. What’s next, honey? You gonna get down on one knee later?”

You’re suddenly aware of the warmth of the whiskey flowing through your veins, giving you a liquid confidence that stuns both you and the man lying next to you.

“Two knees, maybe. But not one.”

His eyes go wide as you smirk, pulling yourself off the bed and making your way over to the door. Buck watches you carefully, gaze steady and firm.

“You coming? I’m more than ready to see those moves of yours.”

He stands up, slipping on his shoes and shrugging the clean shirt onto his broad shoulders. You grab your purse, leaning against the doorframe as you wait.

Evan reaches past you for the door handle, nose purposely brushing yours as he does it.

“I’ll hold you to what you said before,” he murmurs, moving a strand of hair away from your face softly. “Don’t think I won’t.”

You look up at him with big doe eyes, like butter wouldn’t melt.

“Sure, Evan,” you reply lowly. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Breaking away from him, you swing the door open, strutting down the hallway without looking back. Your confidence has sky rocketed, knowing that he wants this just as badly as you do. You walk back out to the garden and take your earlier seat, ready for the show you’ve been promised.

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The dance routine is spectacular.

It’s cheesy and hilarious and very early 2000s inspired - it’s almost like watching a music video from a boy band you loved when you were a teenager. It should embarrass you, turn you off majorly, but… it doesn’t. It only does the opposite.

Everything Buck does makes you like him more.

You spend the rest of the evening dancing, laughing, and floating on cloud nine. In a garden in Italy, surrounded by your best friends - you can’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be.

As the evening dwindles to an end, everyone slowly begins making their way back to their rooms within the villa. You sit down, unbuckling your heels to finally give your feet a rest. It almost feels like deja vu when a rocks glass is placed down in front of you on the table.

“Hi, Evan.”

“Hi gorgeous.”

“What’s this?”

“A drink.”

“Yes, but why?”

He pulls out the chair in front of you and sits down, looking at you intently.

“Thought we could have a nightcap before we go upstairs.”

You look around to find that mostly everyone has decided to call it a day. You can see Lucy and Danny walking off hand in hand, going for a stroll around the grounds before they let the wedding officially be over. It just leaves you and Buck, sat in your original places.

“Is this Baileys?”

“Yes ma’am. Do you like it? I figured you probably wouldn’t want another whiskey, seeing as you’ve had so many.”

You scoff, trying to fight the grin that threatens to take over your face.

“I’ve had, like, four, thank you very much.”

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, making you chuckle as you shake your head.

“Cheers, Evan,” you toast, clinking your glass against his matching one. “We did it. A wedding without a hitch. Mostly.”

“My shirt will never be white again, but besides that, we did a pretty good job.”

“We make a good team.”

He looks slightly taken aback by your honesty, trying to hide his smirk.

“Yes, we do. A super hot, super funny team.”

“A super hot, super funny team.”

You both laugh, heads thrown back with no cares in the world. Buck shuffles his chair forward so his legs are slotted on either side of you, warm skin radiating into yours. The moonlight is glinting off of his cheekbones, illuminating the light streaks in his hair. You’re a little tipsy and much too tired to fully fight your feelings anymore.

He’s beautiful, and you’re sick of denying it.

The two of you finish off your drinks, sat in a comfortable silence beneath the starry night sky. His hand has found its way onto your thigh, thumb rubbing gentle patterns into your bare skin. You’re sneaking glances at him when he looks away, admiring the way he’s glowing, buzzed off of the alcohol and the excitement of the day. He’s doing the same with you, soft smile etched onto his face as he watches you gaze up at the stars above your heads.

A yawn escapes you, making both of you chuckle.

“I’ll walk you to your room?”

“Well, you better. I’m the only one of us with a key for that big door.”

He laughs even harder, shaking his head.

“Yeah, I forgot about that. If you weren’t here, I’d have slept on the floor in the hallway or something.”

“Probably wouldn’t be the first time,” you mutter, standing up and tucking your chair under the table.

“Sorry, what was that? Say it again? Hmm? Hmm?” he wraps his arms around your middle, spinning you so your feet are no longer on the floor.

“Okay, okay! Put me down before I throw up,” you shriek, giggling like a teenager.

He places you back down, hands on your hips to steady you. You look up at him, keeping your eyes fixed on his to steady yourself from the dizziness. When you feel ready to go, you clear your throat, willing yourself to walk away before you kiss him stupid.

“We should go to bed,” you whisper, afraid to ruin the moment.

“Yeah?”

“Separate beds,” you tell him sternly, chuckling when he cackles.

“Yes ma’am.”

Buck walks you back to your room in a gentlemanly fashion, looping your arm through his to keep you both upright. When you reach your door, your fingers linger on the handle, as if you’re not quite ready to go inside just yet.

Reaching out gently, he moves a strand of hair from your face, fingertips brushing your cheekbone as he does it. You sigh softly, eyes fluttering shut at the sweet contact.

“Goodnight, gorgeous,” he murmurs lowly. “Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight.”

He takes a step back towards his door when you speak again.

“Evan?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“Everything, today. You’ve been a damn good best man.”

“Well, thank you. For being the best maid of honour.”

You nod, smiling like an idiot as you unlock your door and shut it behind you. You take a deep breath when you’re finally inside, throwing down your heels onto the floor and your purse onto the side table. Reaching behind you, your fingers tug at the zipper on your dress, attempting to pull it down.

It’s only now you realise your dilemma. The zipper is on an awkward place on your back, right where you can’t get to. You think quickly back to this morning - one of the bridesmaids doing the dress up for you, pulling the material taut as she fastened it. You’re not going to be able to get this off yourself.

Finding the purse that you discarded minutes earlier, you aim to find a hair clip. If you can loop a bobby pin into the zipper, you think, you might be able to pull it yourself. You root around in it for a second, before pulling out two phones.

Well, fuck.

You’d completely forgotten that Evan had given it to you earlier in the evening, worried that it was going to get broken if it stayed in his back pocket. You’d tucked it away and not thought about it again.

Until now.

Now, you’re realising that you’re going to have to go and give it back. He probably hasn’t remembered that you have it, otherwise you’re sure he’d be knocking on the door or yelling across the hallway.

You stand in the middle of your room, with two phones and a stuck zipper, wondering if the universe thinks this is funny.

You’re certainly not laughing.

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“Evan?”

He swings the door open, facing you in his suit trousers with no shirt on.

“Hey. You okay?”

“Yeah. I, uh, I have your phone.”

Holding it out to him, his fingertips brush yours as he takes it from you, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Oh, shit. I forgot about this. Thanks, pretty.”

“Of course.”

You stand and look at each other for a second, so much left unsaid.

“Can I ask you for a favour?”

“Anything.”

His instantly willingness has butterflies fluttering in your stomach, flitting and lightweight and undeniable.

“Can you help me get my dress off?”

When he smirks and goes to speak, you cut him off quickly.

“The zipper is stuck, Evan. Alice zipped me up this morning and I can’t undo it by myself.”

“This is a very long winded way of asking me to get you naked, gorgeous.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“If that’s what I wanted, I would just ask you, Buckley.”

“Uh huh. Sure.”

“Can you help me or not?”

He’s laughing, now, head thrown back with it. You hate the way it makes your heart sing.

“You coming in? Or you want me to undress you in the hallway?”

“You’re not undressing- fuck, you’re annoying.”

He’s still chuckling when he ushers you inside, shutting the door firmly behind you both.

“How do you wanna do this? Lights on, lights off? Curtains open or shut? Music? Candles?”

“Undo the damn zipper before I smack you.”

His laughter is rumbling through his chest, contagious in its nature. You want to be angry at him, but you just can’t seem to find it in you.

“Turn around, gorgeous.”

You spin to face the door, taking a deep breath as you anticipate his touch. You feel his warmth behind you, fingertips dancing over the skin of your shoulders before they reach your zipper. You can’t see him, but you can envisage the sight - his broad chest, thick neck, that beautiful sun kissed glow he’s developed over the past few days. Your lungs heave as the room suddenly feels like it’s a thousand degrees.

Buck slides the zipper down your back slowly, with intent and clarity. When it reaches your coccyx, he stops, resting his other hand on your hip to keep you steady.

You know you should step away, maybe throw him a quick thanks as you leave. But you do believe in fate, whether you like to admit it or not - and this entire night has felt like it’s been written in the stars.

Who are you to deny what the universe is so clearly gifting you?

You let your arms relax, sighing as the dress falls off of you and down to the floor. You step out of it, finally turning around to face Buck wearing nothing but your lacy white underwear. Surprisingly, there’s not an ounce of self consciousness in your body. The only thing you feel is desire.

For the first time since you’ve met him, Evan is completely speechless. His eyes rove over you, drinking in the sight in front of him, and he has to remind himself to breathe.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers in awe, fingers itching to reach out and touch you. “The minute I first saw you, I couldn’t believe you were real.”

“Evan?”

“Yeah?”

“Touch me, please.”

He grins, surging forward to cup your cheek with one hand while the other finds its home on your waist.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

“Finally.”

Buck leans in and presses his lips to yours surprisingly gently, testing the waters. You tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling him as close as possible. He gets the message, reeling you in and deepening the kiss until you can’t tell where he ends and you begin.

You’re being walked backwards and into the wall, pushed up against it for leverage. You hike a leg up over Bucks hip, groaning when the two of you grind forwards at the same time. His hands are everywhere - your face, tits, ass, waist - anywhere he can reach. It’s like he’s not quite sure where he wants them, as if he’s worried he’ll leave somewhere untouched.

“You’re all I’ve thought about for two days,” he’s muttering into your neck as he leaves open mouthed kisses on your skin. “Driving me crazy.”

“I got myself off last night,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut when he sucks at the spot under your ear. “Thinking about you.”

“Fuck,” he moans, sinking down to his knees in front of you. “Tell me more. Please.”

It’s almost biblical, the sight of him. On his knees, practically begging, looking up at you like you’re his saviour. You’re dizzy with the power, blood rushing straight to your head.

Buck presses kisses into your leg, starting at your calves and moving up. When he gets to your inner thigh, he gazes up at you, pleading with his eyes for you to continue.

“Tell me more or I’ll stop,” he says sternly, hooking his fingers into your underwear to pull them down and off.

“Okay, okay,” you pant, dropping your head back against the wall. “I, I- I couldn’t stop thinking about your arms in that shirt. The, the, the-”

You’re stuttering as he licks a stripe up your core, diving in with no hesitation. His fingers are gripping your thighs so hard you know it’ll bruise, and you can’t wait to feel the imprints in the morning.

“The?”

He’s pulled away to look at you with his brow quirked, dirty smirk etched across his face.

“Keep going, gorgeous. You haven’t even got to the good part. Neither of us have.”

You scoff at him in defiance, but slide your fingers into his hair to tug him back to where you want him.

“You looked so strong,” you continue, sighing when his tongue finds your core again. “Kept thinking about how easily you could throw me around. Pick me up, sit me on your face…”

Buck groans, all deep and rumbled, and the vibrations have your legs going weak. He doubles down on his efforts, slipping his tongue inside as his nose nudges your clit. He’s a fast learner, taking mental note of the spots and pressures that make your knees buckle.

“Keep going,” he mumbles into your core.

“You keep going,” you retort, pulling at his hair.

He chuckles but obliges your request, sucking your clit into his mouth with purpose. You’re shaking, holding onto him for dear life as you reach your climax. The moan you let out is borderline pornographic, and it has Buck palming himself over his suit trousers with a groan.

“Fuck, Evan,” you pant, chest heaving as you slump into the wall. “You need to grab me before I collapse. My legs are jelly.”

Laughing as he does it, he stands up and wraps his arms around your middle, holding you against him as tightly as he can.

“You okay?” he asks, pressing a kiss into your hair.

“Better than ever.”

He rests his lips on your forehead, both of you breathing each other in for a moment.

“Can’t believe you were right across the hallway from me, trying to be quiet while you were getting yourself off,” he murmurs, fingers running up and down your back. “You should have come over here. I would have helped you.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you tease, cupping his face in your hands. “I was still acting like I didn’t wanna rip your clothes off back then.”

“Knew you’d crack eventually,” he winks, grinning when you laugh.

You pull him into you for a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, clearly telling him exactly what you want.

“You gonna fuck me, Evan? Or are we just gonna stand here all night?”

He shakes his head with a smirk before throwing you onto the bed, chuckling when you almost bounce back off. As he starts to crawl over to you, you stop him with a foot on his chest.

“Nuh uh. You’re wearing too many clothes. Strip, Buckley.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He’s standing up immediately, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off in one fell swoop. His boxers are next, leaving him stood bare and beautiful in front of you.

“Fuck. You’re not real,” you breathe out, eyes dancing over him.

“Oh I am so real,” he’s reassuring, situating himself on top of you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him down so you can grind your hips into his.

“I’ve been waiting two days for this,” you murmur into his lips. “Make it worth my while, please.”

“Careful what you wish for,” he teases, kissing you again with such a force that you’re dizzy.

Buck sucks a bruise into your collarbone, licking a stripe up your sternum and tasting the salt that sits on your skin. Your patience is wearing thinner and thinner, anticipation bubbling up in your veins.

“How’d you want it?” he whispers into your ear.

“Just- deep. Wanna feel you for the rest of the weekend.”

He groans, a breathless chuckle leaving his lips.

“Anything you want, gorgeous. I’ll give you anything you want. Anything in the world.”

His lust drunk rambling makes you giggle, wiggling your hips into his to hopefully hurry him up. You tug at his hair, pulling his face so it’s level with yours.

“Now, Evan. Can’t wait any longer. Please.”

“Fuck. You’re so pretty when you beg.”

He lines himself up, pressing his forehead to yours as the two of you connect. He’s big and he’s stretching you out just right and you think you might have died and gone to heaven. You both groan, panting into each others mouths.

“Fuck, baby. It’s like you were made for me.”

The baby sends warmth running through both your core and your heart, all the signals setting your nervous system on fire.

“Please,” you whimper, kissing him with desperation as you tangle your fingers in his curls and pull. “Please, Evan.”

“I’ve got you,” he’s mumbling, pulling his hips back and sliding them forwards with clear intent.

Reaching up beside your head, Buck pulls a pillow down and situates it under your hips, putting you where he wants you.

“Want you to feel me as deep as possible,” he murmurs, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. “Won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

You can only moan at the promise, praying he delivers. There’s a shiny sheen of sweat covering his sun kissed skin, making him glow in the moonlight like some sort of angel. Sent just for you.

Buck sets a steady rhythm, not too fast but just fast enough. He clearly knows what he’s doing, and you ignore the pang of jealousy in your chest at the idea of him with another woman, even in the past.

Now that you’ve had a taste of this, you don’t want to let it go.

He’s pressing kisses onto whatever skin he can reach - your neck, your collarbone, underneath your ear. His hips never cease, determined to get you both to where you need to be. When he hitches one of your legs over his waist, you can’t help but drop your head back, eyes fluttering shut at the new angle.

He tilts his hips upwards, and hits a spot that has you keening. Speech has left you, and all you can do now is take it like you were made for it.

“Right there? Yeah? That’s it, isn’t it?”

You nod frantically, sucking in a shuddering breath like you’ve been under water. Your legs have started to shake, and Buck’s grinning when he thinks about how far he can push you before you’re at your limit.

“Come on, pretty girl. Give it to me.”

You’re so close you can taste it, desperate to find this release that’s been building for the last forty eight hours. When Buck moves his hand from your hip to your throat and squeezes just slightly, you snap.

You’re coming with a breathless moan, back arching into him to plaster your fronts together.

“Shit, you look so beautiful when you come. Jesus.”

You manage a soft smile, looking up at him to see those bright eyes staring into yours. He looks entranced, as if he’s staring at a piece in an art gallery. You swipe his hair back from his sweaty forehead, teasing your thumb across his bottom lip. When he sucks it into his mouth, your jaw drops open, mind foggy with arousal.

“Think you can give me another one? Let me see you come all pretty again?” he asks around your digit, tongue laving over your skin.

“Mhmm,” you’re agreeing before you can even process it, eager to please.

“That’s my girl.”

He moves your fingers from his mouth back into his hair as his find your throat once more, applying a little pressure. His hips pick up their pace, faster and harder than before. He’s fucking you into the mattress, strong arms keeping you from sliding off the bed.

He looks breathtaking, on top of you like this. He’s so broad, towering over you like he’ll shield you from the entire world if he has to. It feels like it’s just the two of you in the whole universe, unbothered by anything or anyone else.

“Buck- I… I-”

“I know, baby. Can feel it. Atta girl.”

You pull him down to kiss you as you reach your third climax of the night, arms wrapping around his neck so every inch of you is pressed together.

“There we go, good girl. That’s it, yeah. It’s yours, baby. It’s all yours.”

Buck finally finds his release, triggered by yours. His head drops into your neck, his frantic breath tickling your skin. You murmur sweet nothings into his ear, talking him through it as he shudders and shakes. Eventually, he collapses completely onto you, body weight pinning you down.

You’re both heaving for air, lungs burning as you try to regain an ounce of composure.

He murmurs something into your shoulder, the vibrations of it rumbling through your bones.

“Hmm?”

“You called me Buck.”

A breathless laugh escapes you, silvery and melodic.

“I’ve been trying not to for two days.”

“I know. You thought you were making a point.”

“I was making a point.”

“Sure, honey. Sure.”

“I hate you,” you grumble, but you can’t wipe the grin off your face. “I also hate that we’ve just made Lucy and Danny the happiest people ever.”

“Oh, shit. I hate it when they’re right.”

He pulls his head from your neck to look at you, resting his cheek against your chest so he can gaze up and into your eyes.

“I’m sure we can keep this a secret for a little while.”

“Yeah… we can’t.”

You quirk your brow at him in a silent question.

“I told Danny I was gonna marry you the minute you walked into the rehearsal dinner in that red dress. Can’t hide how I feel about you, gorgeous. It’s physically impossible.”

You can’t help but laugh, running your fingers through his hair to scratch at his scalp.

“Take me on a date first. Then we’ll talk about marriage, okay?”

“You did say forever, earlier.”

“That I did. Maybe my heart knew something my brain didn’t.”

Buck grins up at you, all blinding and giddy.

“The best man and the maid of honour, huh?”

“That old cliche,” you chuckle. “We weren’t the first, and we won’t be the last.”

“You’ll be my last, gorgeous.”

“Real smooth, Buck. Real smooth.”

“Buck,” he whispers, half in amusement, half in awe.

He could get used to this. You both could.

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˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ “MY BOYFRIEND IS GONNA KICK YOUR ASS !”

PT 2: WINDBREAKER BOYS PROTECTING YOU FROM PERVS. ft. yamato endo, chika takiishi, akihiko nirei, taiga tsugeura, & choji tomiyama x f!reader

PART 1: kaji, togame, umemiya, sakura, suo, hiragi, kiryu, & sugishita x f!reader

sfw. wc: 1.7K. ohh i had sm fun w endo’s hehe <3 individual warnings are below, but f!reader: referred to as she / her.

YAMATO ENDO. ‘my girl,’ ‘angel’ & ‘pretty thing’

“Hey,” Endo’s voice cuts through the thick air like a blade, heavy arm coming to rudely rest on one of their shoulders. “What do you think you’re doing scaring her into a corner like that? Tryna get at my girl?”

On a normal day, you’d roll your eyes at the teasing tone he always uses around you— but today, it brings you nothing but relief, fresh tears threatening to spill as you choke out his name.

His presence alone is enough to silence the group of guys who had just been talking over you moments prior, the three men in front stiffening at the sight of him alone. They can hardly believe this.

You really weren’t bluffing when you said Endo would kick their asses— he’s frightening.

They exchange knowing looks when they hear you sniffle, hands coming to wipe at the tears that had begun streaming down your cheeks. They were so fucked.

“N-no! Of course not.” One of them breaks the silence.

“We had no idea she was your girl— ” another one stammers, hands coming up defensively.

“Didn’t know? You serious?”

Endo’s voice comes out sharp, eyes narrowing as he puts more weight onto his arm, grinning at the way the man’s knees start to tremble at the pressure. “My angel here doesn’t usually look at me like that, y’know,” he whispers, jutting a thumb in your direction. “So what’d you do to put that terrified look on her face?”

“Sorry— we’re really sorry.” One of them starts to apologize profusely, but your boyfriend was clearly not in his usual good mood today, and he grabs his face roughly, ignoring the way his cries of pain come out muffled against his palm.

“Asked you a question, didn’t I?”

The veins along his forearm bulge when his grip tightens, and you hear a painful crack, the man’s hands coming to desperately scratch and claw at Endo’s arms. “She likes it when i’m nice, so I’ll give you a second chance to quit spewing some fucking nonsense and answer me, yeah?”

The two men behind him exchange glances before stumbling over their words, desperately coming up with any excuse that came to their minds. One of them accidentally slips out the truth. A “we told her we’d make a mess of that pretty face if she kept turning us down” and the group falls completely silent.

“I-it’s okay!” You stammer, hands come to tug at his the back of your boyfriend’s jacket.

Unfortunately for them, your words fall on deaf ears. He lets go of the one he’s holding by the face, not sparing him a second glance as he drops to the floor with a loud thud.

“Okay, i think i get it now,” Endo says through a genuine laugh, and it sends a shiver down your spine. He’s not facing you, but you think you can picture the expression on his face pretty well. “E-Endo-”

“Fifteen.” He speaks slowly. “I’ll meet you in front of that corner store in fifteen, pretty thing.”

CHIKA TAKIISHI.

Oh— so that’s why you’re late today.

Takiishi watches from a distance as you jut your thumb towards your phone screen, your usual chirpy voice laced with anger now as you repeat yourself with a frustrated huff. “I said have a boyfriend.. see? His contact is right here. Can you leave me alone now?”

“And I said I didn’t give a fuck about your little boyfriend.” The man laughs loudly when your lips wrinkle in disgust. “I prefer the ones with an attitude.”

“What do you think he’s gonna do if he finds out, huh?” He reaches out to get a feel of your hair. “Think he can touch me?”

“Takiishi’s gonna knock your lights out cold,” you spit, slapping his hand away when it comes too close to your face. That seemed to be enough to set him off, his eyebrow twitching in anger as he takes a step towards you, looming over your figure with quick breaths.

“Don’t piss me off— I was nice when I said you’d have a good time if you came with me.”

“I’d rather eat shit-” you seethe, angry expression contorting when he grabs firmly around your wrist— “That hurts!” It makes you wince, your phone hitting the concrete with a thud.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The coldness of his voice sends a shiver down your spine.

“Ah- Takiishi—”

The man jerks his head around at the name, hand still gripping your wrist as he sizes him up. His first thought is that he’s alright. He notices the muscle definition right away, but he doesn’t look particularly heavy. There is, however, a sudden coldness in the air that he can’t quite grasp, and you look awfully relieved now that he’s here.

“So you’re the boyfriend she’s been talking about?” He says with a laugh. “You gonna let her come with me?”

“Move. Don’t waste our time.”

“Huh? Who the fuck do you think you’re talking t—”

“I said move.”

Your mind can hardly comprehend the speed, mind just barely able to register the second Takiishi’s foot connects with the man's chest, sending him crashing to the ground beside you in an instant.

He’s beside you the next second, fingers coming to fix the stray pieces of hair beside your eyes. “Did he hurt you?”

“N-no! I’m okay.”

He’s monotone, as usual, but the hint of concern makes your heart flutter anyways. He lets you latch yourself onto his bicep, lets you tighten your grip around his arm as you fume about the audacity that guy had, and most importantly, he makes sure you call him every time you’re about to leave your home alone.

TAIGA TSUGEURA. someone touches around your lower back

“My bench has blown up since i switched to bulldog grip,” Tsugeura rambles, “and my squat too. The ‘tripod foot’ cue really helps with even foot pressure.”

You nod along, always interested when he tells you about things he loves, but your attention shifts when you feel a hand press against your lower back. It’s not Taiga’s touch. It’s too unfamiliar. Too invasive. Your eyes fill with panic when you feel the hand start to roam downwards, and you can barely stammer out Tsugeura’s name, voice trembling too much for him to hear.

“I should also get new knee sleeves eventually.” He continues, and you curse his obliviousness. “The cue helps, but I would get way more bounce if I had a pair of Inzers instead of the flimsy ones I’m using now.”

“I always get stuck at the bottom of my squat, so they would help. But i know pause squats help with that, so I could also implement those—”

Your grip tightens on Tsugeura’s shirt, knuckles turning white as you try your hardest to convey your situation. He pauses mid-sentence, finally picking up on the expression you’re giving him.

“Whoa— you okay?” His voice is filled with concern when he peers down at you.

His gaze trails down, and that’s when he notices it.

You gasp at the speed of it all. In an instant, the man is slammed into the wall behind you, loud thud echoing throughout the entire train. “No way.” His voice is loud, and you hear the bystanders gasping and whispering, their attention shifting to the scene.

“That’s messed up, man.” Tsugeura’s voice comes out low, a serious glare on his face that you’ve never seen on him. The vice grip he has around the man’s wrist tightens, enough to have him yelping in pain and stammer out an apology.

“Turn yourself in at the next stop, yeah?”

CHOJI TOMIYAMA.

“Tell me— who was that?” Choji asks, latching himself around your middle to wrap you in a tight embrace, and you glance at the unconscious man sprawled on the ground beside you.

“You knocked him out cold without knowing anything?” You ask incredulously, arms coming to return his embrace regardless, and your lips curl into a small smile when he melts into your touch.

“Mhm. He was bothering you, right?” His voice comes out cheerful, but there’s a small trace of worry in his eyes when he meets your gaze.

He hates to admit it, but his body had completely moved on his own. It’s a bad habit he’s developed since meeting you, because he finds himself worrying about you— desperately wanting to put his strength to use and protect you from everything he saw as ‘bad.’ It was only after he had jump kicked the man grabbing at your arm that he had considered the slim possibility that maybe he wasn’t bothering you in the first place.

“He was.”

He lets out an exhale he didn’t know he was holding. “Then….it was okay that I kicked him in the face, right?”

He relaxes a bit more when you nod, his usual smile returning to his lips. “Thank you for saving me, Choji.”your voice comes out soft and soothing, and he feels his heart skip a beat at the praise.

AKIHIKO NIREI.

“Ah— where are we going?!” You yelp as you stumble forward, barely able to keep up as Nirei pulls you by the wrist.

The two of you were at the mall, shopping for new summer clothes when he had suddenly called you to him by name— dragging you and your bags along with him in an instant. Before you could even realize what had happened, you’re in an elevator, watching in disbelief as he fumbles to frantically click the ‘close’ button, the doors finally sliding shut after the tenth click.

“You’re safe.” He sighs. “That’s a relief.”

“You scared the shit outta me.” you fold your arms across your chest and give him a glare. “What was that for?”

“Sorry,” Nirei chuckles lightly. “There was a guy who kept looking at you. He’s bad news.”

“How can you tell?”

You feel more at ease when his fingers come to interlace with yours again, and you feel him squeeze. “I guess um…” his other hand scratches the back of his head. “I have this sort of danger sense whenever it comes to you.”

“Something like that.”

[cheftsunoda]

three’s a crowd…until it’s not— ln4 & op81

smau + blurbs

lando norris x !o’ward sister reader x oscar piastri

pato o’ward x !model sister reader

lando and oscar have been secretly dating for months—no one knows, not even their teams. but when you start showing up at more races, everything shifts. what started as playful banter turns into real feelings, and suddenly the two boys who thought they had everything figured out… want you too. now they’re hiding their relationship—and their growing desire to bring you into it.

fc : kat castellano

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ynowardddd : keeping up with the o’wards pt 987543

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username5 : who is the fave sibling??

patriciooward : me

ynowardddd : elba would disagree

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elbaoward : i am the glue holding this family together

ynowardddd : ok ok I wouldn’t go that far

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kikagomes : you are so beautiful

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ynowardddd : says the prettiest girl on the planet <3

oscarpiastri : can I also be adopted into this family

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patriciooward : can you speak spanish

oscarpiastri : hola?

patriciooward : good enough

ynowardddd : aren’t you already a leclerc? @/charles_leclerc come get your son

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charles_leclerc : i feel betrayed

lando : pretty gal

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patriciooward : thank you lando😍

lando : meant for yn but…you too mate 😁

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ynowardddd : wait…this isn’t indycar. thank you @/mclaren for having us and letting me interview your drivers and make them tell me all their secrets! papaya fam for life 🧡

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patriciooward : still don’t understand how you got media access

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ynowardddd : im just good like that

mclaren : her charisma and chaos got her the part

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lando : well deserved tbh

oscarpiastri : can you be the only one to interview me from now on?

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ynowardddd : i will see what i can do;)

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username00 : this was the first interview ive actually seen oscar show some emotion

username5 : it was crazy to see him smile that much. we need yn for all interviews!!

mclaren : we think we’re gonna keep you yn🧡

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arrowmclaren : um actually she belongs to us

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nolansiegel : and i won’t give her up easily

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ynowardddd : oml my nolannn love uuuu😭❤️

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lando : i feel like i blacked out and just smiled like an idiot the entire time

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ynowardddd : i tend to have that effect on people

elbaoward : jealous 😔

ynowardddd : we literally invited you and you said you were busy

patriciooward : and yn and i spent half the weekend facetiming you anyway

elbaoward : jeez out here getting exposed

kikagomes : so happy i got to see you!! love you 😍

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ynowardddd : love you more

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snippets from the interview— ‘5 minutes unfiltered w/ the McLaren boys and Papaya Princess, Y/N O’Ward!’

The interview room wasn’t much, just a plain backdrop, two chairs, three if you counted the one they pulled in for her, and a couple of camera guys too jet-lagged to care about anything beyond focus and lighting.

Still, the second YN O’Ward walked in, energy shifted.

Lando looked up from his phone. Oscar straightened in his seat.

She tossed a bright papaya windbreaker over the back of her chair and grinned. “Gentlemen.”

Oscar gave her a small smile. “O’Ward.”

“Wrong one, but I’ll allow it,” she shot back, settling in with her mic. “Okay. You two ready for the most chaotic five minutes of your media day?”

Lando blinked. “Wait, I thought this was the fun segment.”

“It is,” YN said sweetly. “For me.”

The camera light flipped on. She didn’t hesitate.

“Alright. Rapid fire. Who’s the most competitive between the two of you?”

“Oscar,” Lando said, before she finished the question.

“Me,” Oscar echoed a second later.

YN raised an eyebrow. “Wow. A healthy relationship built on lies. Love that.”

Both drivers laughed, the kind that was a little too relaxed for media. Oscar leaned forward, forearms on his thighs, expression open in that quiet, unreadable way of his. “I think the real question is who’s more competitive—you or Pato.”

“Me,” she replied without blinking. “Obviously. Pato cries when he loses Uno.”

Lando let out an actual snort, slouching further in his seat. “You’re joking.”

“This is supposed to be you spilling their secrets. Leave me out of this!” Pato shouted from the other side of the room.

“Wait—can we get her on the sim? I want to see this competitiveness in action.”

YN tilted her head toward Lando. “Are you inviting me to race you or flirt with me disguised as a challenge?”

Oscar’s eyebrows shot up. Lando blinked.

Then grinned. “Both,” he said casually. “Is that not allowed?”

“Nope, not allowed!” Pato shouted again.

She pushed on.

“Okay. Last question— if you had to tell me a secret or lose your qualifying spot, what are you admitting?”

Oscar was first. “You’re terrifyingly good at this.”

“And,” Lando added, after just a beat, “you look really good in papaya.”

The room went still.

YN blinked. “Wow. That was dangerously close to flirting.”

“Dangerously?” Oscar asked, raising a brow.

She leaned back, pen tapping her notepad. “You two planning on fighting about it or…?”

Lando chuckled. “Not unless you ask us to.”

YN glanced at the camera and smirked. “This is absolutely turning into a reality show. I want executive producer credit.”

The light clicked off. Cameras stopped.

But none of them moved.

Oscar cleared his throat. “Do we… actually have five more minutes?”

Lando looked at her. “Because I definitely have more secrets.”

YN smiled—bright, daring, and completely unfazed.

“Then let’s keep rolling.”

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“She’s dangerous,” Lando said quietly.

Oscar glanced up. “You’re just now realizing that?”

Lando huffed a laugh, rubbing his hand over his jaw. “No. I’ve known. I just thought I was better at handling it.”

Oscar took a sip of water, eyes narrowing slightly. “And now?”

“She asked if I was flirting with her and I agreed, mate.” Lando let his head fall back against the cushion. “On camera.”

Oscar’s lips twitched. “You kind of were.”

“You were too.”

Oscar didn’t deny it. He crossed his arms instead, fingers tightening briefly. “She makes it easy.”

Lando looked at him, really looked at him, the way he only did when they weren’t being watched. “So… what are we doing?”

Oscar didn’t answer immediately.

The silence settled between them, not uncomfortable—just heavy. Real.

“You and I…” Oscar started, voice low. “We’ve always been… whatever this is. Quiet. Safe. Ours.”

Lando nodded once. “Yeah.”

“And then she shows up. And suddenly, we’re laughing harder. Acting dumber. Getting caught feeling things on camera like idiots.”

Lando leaned forward, elbows on knees, eyes sharp now. “So what, Oscar? Are we scared it’s not just us anymore?”

Oscar didn’t flinch. “I think we’re scared it could be something bigger. Something real.”

That hung in the air like humidity—thick, undeniable.

Lando’s voice softened. “Do you want her?”

Oscar looked at him. “Do you?”

Lando didn’t hesitate. “Yeah.”

Oscar exhaled slowly. “Me too.”

They sat there in silence again. But this time, it was understanding. Alignment.

Then Lando smirked, breaking the weight of it with a tilt of his head. “Think she has any idea what she’s doing to us?”

Oscar gave a small laugh. “She definitely knows. She’s just waiting for us to say it out loud.”

Lando stood up, stretching. “Then we better start figuring out how to say it… together.”

Oscar looked up at him, expression unreadable—but the faint smile gave him away. “Together?”

Lando nodded. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. No secrets. No one left out.”

Oscar stood too, grabbing his phone. “Then we should text her.”

Lando raised a brow. “Now?”

Oscar smiled. “Before we change our minds.”

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lando

ynnnnnnn

read at 6:56 pm

yn

landooooo

what’s up guys 🐡

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oscar

we want to see you again. soon.

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lando

we can’t stop thinking about you

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yn

you guys have a little break right???

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oscar

yep

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yn

come to pato’s race next week! i can show you around:)

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lando

we will be there:)

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oscar

see you then pretty girl

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ynowardddd : life update ft proof of pato being a whiny baby during uno

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patriciooward : DEFAMATION. i have been framed.

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ynowardddd : you were losing AND crying. pick a struggle please

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elbaoward : the great uno incident of 2025🥴

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oscarpiastri : that last photo…bold of you to test our curiosity like that

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ynowardddd : like to keep people on the edge of their seat;)

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username00 : drop the act piastri we know it’s you

username15 : but then that other picture looks like lando

username10 : so confused

lando : happy to be your personal chauffeur for the week

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ynowardddd : thank you lannnnn💋

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username15 : BOOOM confirmed

username00 : that other picture is def oscar tho

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your pov

I didn’t think they’d actually come.

When I texted Lando and Oscar, it was mostly a joke. A cheeky little “come to St. Pete, witness Pato self-destruct over Uno in real time”.

But then they showed up.

Actually showed up. In Florida. For me.

It felt like something shifted the second I saw them in the paddock. Not just because they looked good — which, obviously, they did — but because suddenly the whole place felt different. Like lighter. Louder. Warmer.

Lando walked in with that usual smug grin, sunglasses on, acting like he hadn’t just materialized in my world like a walking distraction. Oscar had this soft smile, quieter but somehow more intense — like he saw everything and was choosing not to say it yet.

And the wildest part? They stuck with me the entire day.

Pato laughed at how quickly they became part of the fold. Elba handed Oscar the leash to our corgi without hesitation. Lando filmed half a TikTok with us before pretending it ruined his reputation. I couldn’t stop laughing. I couldn’t stop looking. And they kept looking back.

Not in the way guys do when they’re being polite. But like… they were memorizing something. Like I was the most interesting thing in the room — in a room full of cameras and engines and chaos.

By the time the race ended and Pato disappeared into debriefs, I found myself sitting with them on the hood of a random golf cart, legs dangling, watching the sky go gold.

“He actually cried during Uno,” Lando said, half in disbelief.

“There were actual tears,” Oscar agreed, handing me his water bottle like it was second nature.

“He flipped the table,” I added, grinning.

They laughed, and for a second, everything was soft.

Then Lando turned toward me, voice lower. “So… dinner?”

I blinked. “What?”

Oscar looked at me too. Not teasing. Not light. Just… real. “Dinner. With us.”

My heart did this dumb thing where it skipped. Tripped. Something. Because they weren’t just asking me to hang out. They were asking. Lando. Oscar. Together.

I didn’t say anything for a beat. The sun was behind them, and my chest felt too warm for how much wind was in the air.

But then I smiled. “Only if I pick the place.”

Oscar nodded once. “Deal.”

Lando’s grin widened. “And we pay.”

Oscar added, “And we finally tell you the rest of the secrets we wouldn’t spill on camera.”

I leaned back on my palms, trying to play it cool, even though everything inside me was spiraling just a little. “Then you better order dessert.”

Neither of them looked away.

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The ocean’s a few yards away. The restaurant is small, tucked just off the sand with string lights above us and music humming low through old speakers. The plates between us are mostly empty, but none of us seem to notice.

Oscar speaks first. “This feels like the right time to say something, doesn’t it?”

Lando glances at him, then nods. “Yeah.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Okay… what are we saying?”

Oscar’s gaze slides to me. “That we like you.”

The words don’t hit me all at once. They sort of… settle. Softly. Like something I already knew but hadn’t let myself believe.

Lando shifts in his seat, tone lighter but still honest. “Both of us. We’ve been talking about it.”

“And thinking about it,” Oscar adds, his voice lower now. “More than we probably should’ve.”

My heart’s thudding way too fast. “You guys are joking.”

“We’re not,” Lando says, suddenly serious. “We didn’t plan it. It just… happened. And we didn’t want to make things weird, especially not with the three of us. But then you invited us today, and it felt like—”

“—like maybe you felt it too,” Oscar finishes.

I can barely breathe.

I don’t know what I expected from tonight — maybe just more of the same teasing, the same comfortable closeness I’d started craving more than I should. But this? Them sitting here, nervous and real, asking me without really asking?

It’s so much.

And yet, somehow, not overwhelming. Just right.

I look between them. “And what exactly are you asking?”

Lando doesn’t hesitate. “We want to try. The three of us.”

Oscar nods. “Only if you want that too.”

There’s a beat of silence where all I can hear is the clink of silverware and the crash of waves just beyond the wall. The warmth in my chest spreads like something waking up.

And then I smile. It’s small at first, but it grows. “You guys are idiots.”

They both freeze for a second.

“But I like you too,” I say, shrugging a little, cheeks heating. “Both of you. And… yeah. I think I want this.”

Lando grins, that boyish, brilliant thing that makes my heart trip over itself.

Oscar’s smile is softer, but no less warm. “You sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Lando raises his glass. “To us, then.”

Oscar clinks his against it. “All three of us.”

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The beach is almost empty by the time we wander down from the restaurant — the last scraps of sunlight bleeding into the horizon, waves folding over the sand like they’re in no hurry. None of us say anything for a while. Oscar’s on my right, our arms brushing every so often. Lando’s on my left, hands stuffed into his pockets, eyes on the ocean. We’re not touching, not quite, but the space between us hums like tension stretched thin. I glance at them — at Lando’s smile softened by the dark, at Oscar’s profile lit in gold by the last bit of sky — and for a second, it’s all I can do to keep breathing. Because it’s real now. Not just banter. Not just glances that last too long. Not just something unspoken. They want me. I want them. And somehow, impossibly, they want this — together.

“You know,” Lando says suddenly, voice low, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous around someone before.”

Oscar laughs under his breath. “Same. And we’ve literally crashed cars at 200 mph.”

I smile, toes digging into the cool sand. “Well, I am terrifying.”

Lando looks at me then, something in his eyes shifting — not teasing this time. Just warm. Unfiltered.

“You’re kind of everything,” he says, so quietly I almost miss it.

My breath catches.

Oscar stops walking. When I turn to face him, he’s already looking at me.

“We don’t want to mess this up,” he says. “Not with you. Not with each other. But if you want this — really want this — we’re in. All in.”

The air goes still between us, salt clinging to my skin, wind in my hair.

And then I step forward — just a little — and reach for them.

Oscar’s hand finds mine first, grounding and warm. Lando’s fingers brush my wrist a second later, and suddenly I’m in the space between them, pulled close, tucked into something that feels so safe I could fall into it forever.

Lando presses his forehead to mine, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re sure?”

I nod, heart thudding. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

Oscar’s hand curls around my waist, firm but gentle, and when he leans in, his lips brush my temple like a promise.

Then Lando kisses me.

It’s soft. Careful. Like he’s afraid to push too far too fast — like he’s savoring every second. And when he pulls back, Oscar leans in next, just as gentle, just as real. His kiss lingers, steadier, more grounding than I expected. I don’t know how long we stand there — the three of us, caught in this quiet little moment under the darkening sky — but I know I don’t want it to end. Because I’m not just falling for them. I’m already in it.

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oscarpiastri : just had to steal my spotlight huh?

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username00 : they were both just soft launching but went to the gala with yn and pato?

username15 : what if they are with yn?

username10 : throuple??

lando : who is the most handsome though? (me)

patriciooward : don’t start. it’s clearly me.

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The gala is very McLaren — sleek, minimal, orange everywhere, with a million little details that make the night feel expensive. I’m in a dress Oscar helped me pick and Lando has already spun me around twice, just to be “obnoxiously proud” of how good we all clean up. Pato arrives fashionably late, naturally. I spot him across the room in a sharp black suit, talking to someone from Arrow, probably cracking a joke about how he nearly flipped a simulator during testing. I excuse myself from Lando and Oscar and make my way toward him, heels clicking softly across the floor.

“Don’t look so serious,” I say, nudging him lightly in the ribs.

He lights up the second he sees me. “Mira nomás, if it isn’t Miss McLaren herself.”

I roll my eyes. “Stop.”

He glances around. “Where are your boyfriends?”

It takes me a second too long to answer. He blinks.

“Wait—what? That pause was suspicious.”

I chew the inside of my cheek and sigh. “Okay, so… don’t make a scene.”

His eyebrows lift. “That’s not reassuring.”

Before I can say anything else, Lando and Oscar appear on either side of me — perfectly timed, like they planned the entrance. Oscar offers a small wave, cool and quiet. Lando, of course, grins like he’s having the time of his life.

Pato looks between us.

Then back at me.

Then at them again.

“…Are you joking?”

I shake my head slowly.

Lando rubs the back of his neck, a rare flicker of nervousness crossing his face. “We were gonna tell you sooner. Just… wasn’t sure how.”

Oscar adds, “We didn’t want it to be weird.”

“It’s not weird,” I say quickly, then glance at Pato. “Right?”

Pato stares at us for a moment — one beat, two — then lets out the most dramatic sigh I’ve ever heard.

“Oh, come on,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. “It couldn’t have been just one of you dating her? It had to be both?”

Lando chokes on a laugh. Oscar smiles against the rim of his champagne glass. I feel my chest loosen a little.

Pato narrows his eyes at them, mock serious. “You’re telling me I have to approve two men now instead of one? Double the background checks? Double the overprotective speeches?”

“You were gonna give a speech?” I grin.

“Obviously,” he deadpans. “I had a whole monologue prepared.”

Lando throws an arm around Pato’s shoulder. “Admit it, you love us.”

Pato groans. “I tolerate you. For her.”

Oscar just raises his glass slightly, amused. “We’re very grateful.”

Pato points at him. “Don’t be smug, Piastri. I still know where you live.”

But then he looks at me again, and all the teasing slips away just enough to let something warmer through.

“You’re happy?”

I nod, smile soft. “Yeah. I really am.”

He stares at me for a second, then gives a small shrug. “Then that’s all that matters.”

He pauses. “But if either of you so much as make her cry—”

“We won’t,” Lando says quickly.

Oscar just nods again, more serious this time. “We mean that.”

Pato takes a deep breath, shakes his head like he still can’t believe it, then raises his glass.

“To the chaos trio,” he mutters. “And to YN, for somehow managing to date both of McLaren’s emotionally constipated golden boys.”

I burst out laughing. Lando gasps. Oscar gives a small, guilty shrug.

And just like that, everything feels settled.

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ynowardddd : being the papaya princess wasn’t enough…i had to make both mclaren boys mine

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