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beomqu · 2 months

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Hoes before bros

╰┈➤ pairings! : dom! haechan, dom! mark x sub! reader (feat. 127)

warnings! : idol! au, cheater! reader, bf! mark, fwb! haechan, porn with plot, pet names, clubbing, multiple sex scenes, masturbation, mutual masturbation, making out, fingering, oral sex (f!), unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, dry humping, voyeurism (hyuck listening to you and mark), exhibitionism

synopsis! : Being bothered by your boyfriend's best friend since you started dating Mark, because you wouldn't fuck him made you tired. You loved your boyfriend dearly, but his annoying little piece of shit friend Haechan could not leave you alone, texting you behind Mark's back begging you to let him fuck you. When you got the opportunity to go on a trip with your boyfriend and his friends, you thought you could get a break from his friend's little antics, but they got worse. His dirty words started becoming reality, promises turning into actions, he got too hard to bear... too hard to resist.

notes! : i wrote the beginning a while ago its not the best lmfao but the end is good imo🤭🤭

˗ˏˋwc! : 12k´ˎ˗

Haechan sighed, dropping his phone down beside him. Laying in an unfamiliar bed, it just felt weird. Looking down and seeing the bulge in his pants, it just wasn't right. "Fuck it," he called it a day, right hand slipping under the waistband of his grey sweats, which placed the spotlight on the outline of his dick. Rubbing himself over his underwear a couple of times before tugging it down to grab his length.

He wasn't planning on jerking off right on the first day of his vacation with him and his friends, but there's just something so exciting about hitting on his best mate's girl, he can't help but get hard at the thought of you. You and him. Getting caught, maybe.

Maybe by Mark.

Preferably by Mark.

You moaning his name and Mark overhearing that 'his' girl is bouncing on someone else's dick, and enjoying it more than ever.

"Fuck-" spat Haechan as the thoughts circled his mind, his hand fast on his dick. "___-"

"Haechan."

Said somebody from the outside of his room, knocking on the door. Haechan's hand flies out of his pants, the waistband slapping loudly against his skin, he sits up and pulls the covers over him as he still panics about the situation. "C-come in," he said before the door opened and Mark stepped in, peeking into the room. "Wanna come down to the pool? We wanna start the opening party," he informed the boy who was blushing to the roots of his hair.

"Yo dude, you aight?" Mark raised his brow, noticing Haechan's unusual body language. Haechan just nodded relieved when Mark left after telling him he's welcome at the pool anytime. As the door closed he laid back down with a thud, looking down at his crotch and noticing a wet patch on his sweats. Ruined. He sighed heavily, a smirk on his lips thinking how it would have gone with you stroking his dick instead of his own hand.

After leaving, Mark went straight to your shared room with him, checking up on you if you were ready. "So, which swimsuit are you wearing?" he snuck up behind you, hands wrapping around your waist. "I'm not sure. Which one do you like more?" you leaned your head back, trying to clear your mind after Haechan texted you for the fifth time this week, and it was only Wednesday.

Mark kissed the side of your head, thinking for a second before responding with "The black one." you smile, nodding your head slightly. "You have a nice ass in that one," he commented, making you chuckle a bit then you reach for the chosen swimsuit. "Then I'm wearing this one," you smirk as you face him while slowly slipping down your pants, stepping out of it, and kicking it to the side. Mark glanced at your legs, watching as you took off your shirt next with a wide smirk on your lips. He rubbed the back of his neck glancing at your hands as they pinch the side of your panties and pull it right down, taking your sweet time with stepping out of it and putting on your bikini bottom. Mark sat on the bed, eyes still on you watching as you changed your clothes.

"Please tell me you're gonna wear like a cover-up or something." begged Mark, "How are you going to see my 'nice ass' if I'm wearing a cover-up?" you laugh as you try to tie the back of your bikini top, Mark immediately noticing and standing up to help you tighten it up for you. "You can surprise me with it tonight, I don't know. Dude, I'm not sure if I can handle the others looking at this here." he jokes, sitting back down after helping you. "I'll wear one of your shirts, but you best believe I'm taking it off in the pool." you turn around to give him a peck, before going through his stuff to wear something over your revealing outfit.

Finding a white button-up, you swing it over your shoulders, looking at Mark who just put on his swimwear, asking if he was ready to go. As he nodded you both finally headed out to the private pool the house, you all rented for Summer, came with. Everybody was already out besides Haechan to your relief.

"Want something to drink?" Asked your boyfriend, before going to the white plastic table set by the pool, the top covered in alcoholic drinks and different types of sodas. "None right now," you tell him before settling down on an also plastic sunbed, enjoying the warm air. You feel comfortable in such weather as you wear barely any clothes, thankful there is a pool next to the house. It was quite big, taking up most of the backyard of the Summer house, but there was still enough space for some tables and chairs by it.

Mark nods as he leaves to pour himself something. You take out your phone from the shirt's pocket and check if you got any notification, but when you see none you set your phone down next to you and lay back fully to enjoy the warmth of the Sun.

"You look great." you hear quietly from beside you, but when you squint your eyes to see who said it, no one was there. You shrug leaning back and closing your eyes. "I know you said you didn't need anything, but I did bring you some water in case you got thirsty." said your boyfriend setting down a cold cup of water next to you on the floor. "Thanks, Mark." you smile at him, your eyes noticing Haechan outside as he takes a sip of his drink. He was probably the one complimenting you. "What did you get?" you ask with closed eyes, letting yourself tan. "Just a beer. You want one too?" he asks immediately, ready to get up and get you something you like. "No, it's alright. I was just asking." you chuckle at his kindness, peaking a bit and looking at everyone else. "What are the others doing?" you wonder as you ask the man beside you. "Oh, uh they're..." he looks over, squinting just like you because of the sun. "Just talkin'," he turns back. "Not for long though probably, they were really excited for tonight. Probably have something in their mind." he sips from his drink again.

"Wanna go in the pool?" you ask suddenly, having enough of the weather, and wanting to cool down a bit. "Yeah," he replies, chugging down his drink before getting up and throwing himself in the pool. "What the..." You laugh in surprise, but are quick to join him as you throw the shirt off of your back and jump in the pool similarly like Mark. "Oh, it's a bit cold." you yelp as you come back to the surface. "You'll get used to it," he says and splashes you with water. "Oh, you-" and with that you both started splashing each other uncontrollably, laughing between the splashes. Mark ducks underwater, just as you think you've won you feel something under you lift you up in the air, throwing you in the water. You come back up inhaling loudly, Mark laughing at you. "Mark!" you call out his name, trying to wipe your hair from your face. "I'm getting another beer," he says, quick to get out of the water before you could take revenge. As he jumps out of the pool you splash him one last time, which doesn't catch him. "Come back here and see what happens," you yell as you rub your eyes.

As you rage in the pool you hear the others jump in the pool around you, someone purposely jumping next to you so you get even more wet. "Bro are you..." you turn around only to see Haechan smirking at you. "What?" he asks innocently swimming up to you. "You better keep a distance," you warn him, floating to the edge of the pool. "Why? Are you scared?" he teases, making you smile a little, but you immediately go back to a blank expression as you remember his texts this morning. "Don't want you to do anything stupid." you roll your eyes, looking over and seeing Mark go inside for another can of beer as it looks like the others already drank the ones that were brought out. "I wouldn't, you know I wouldn't." he stops in front of you before swimming on his back and kicking as much water on you as he can. You're quick to turn around, letting the water hit your back. "Not again," you sigh, already fed up with him and Mark. "Not again!" he mocks you as he swims around in the pool enjoying the way you get annoyed. You push yourself up on the edge of the pool and get out, before anybody could splash you again, making Haechan whine. "Why are you scared, don't be scared it's just water." he watches you as you walk around and sit on the sunbed you were lying on before. "I had enough, thanks." you roll your eyes again, drinking from the water Mark brought you before. You hear Haechan swimming over to you, squinting at you as you drink, his eyes following every move of yours.

"I had to jerk off today. Because of you," he says, elbows resting on the pool's edge, his left hand rising to brush back his wet strands. You grip the cup, ignoring him and looking for your boyfriend to come back out. "Why are you ignoring me?" he speaks again after you don't respond. "What do you want me to say?" you get serious, gazing over at him. "I don't know, maybe just feel bad?" you scoff, shaking your head and him smiling a bit. "I don't."

Mark finally appears again, excited when he sees the others playing in the pool, jumping in and out, pushing each other and just being incredibly loud. "Oh I'm getting back in," he says to you as he gets back in the pool after he puts the beer can down on the ground. "Alright," you say looking down, Haechan still standing in front of you. "I'll pay attention to you, that he can't." he jerks his head in Mark's direction. "He does pay attention to me." you're quick to object. "You know you're just wasting your time, Donghyuck." you tilt your head as you look at him. "If it's you it's worth my time," he says nonchalantly. "Stop, or I'm telling Mark and I know you don't want that." you roll your eyes laying back on the sunbed and closing your eyes. Haechan was not listening, at all. All he could see was your still wet body, water droplets dripping down on your skin, his eyes wondering to every exposed part of you. The way you just laid there, all he wanted to do was to get out of the water and pin you down right in front of everybody. He wanted that so bad.

You could feel his eyes on you, but you tried to ignore the feeling. Your eyebrows furrowed at the weird, uncomfortable feeling, making you squirm a bit, hoping the one who caused you to feel this didn't notice that. You pulled your legs up and then crossed them while lying down to cover your face from Haechan. Little did you know you actually gave a way better view to him.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" his lips agape, eyes wide at the perfect view of your cunt that was barely covered by the bikini bottom. You tilt your head to the side confused at Haechan's words. "What do you-" couldn't even finish what you wanted to say he got out of the pool and forced your legs down straight, hiding everything that was exposed a second ago. "Showing your barely covered pussy to me after claiming you're Mark's?" he scoffs smirking at you. You panic, looking over to the others if anyone noticed. "Such a whore." he says as he grabs your face, making you look at him, his eyes lingering on your lips.

"What the fuck?!" you push him away. "You're out of your fucking mind, Donghyuck," you yell almost but fix your tone in worry of others overhearing. Your face red, completely flushed to the ear. You get up before he could notice and left to your room.

Haechan sighed and stood up to jump back into the pool. "Dude, where's Y/n?" Mark asks Haechan after he noticed him but not you. "Left." Haechan shrugged swimming a couple of laps around the pool right after.

The others were playing around, throwing balls around, pushing each other, enjoying their time while you tried to calm yourself, pacing around the bedroom thinking about what just happened. 'I have to tell Mark.' you think to yourself, cheeks still red. Why did this get you so nervous? Why can't he stop? Why did he look so... good?

You grabbed a towel to dry yourself and went back out to the yard, this time grabbing yourself a drink. "Let me pour you something," says Johnny who was standing next to the outdoor table next to you. "Thanks, I'll get whatever you do." you shrug, shooting a grateful smile in his direction. "You alright though? You look a bit stressed," he asks as he grabs a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. "I'm just feeling hot." you fan yourself with your hands, still thinking about what happened with Haechan. "Alright then, I'll put some ice in there for you." he winks as he hands you the glass. "Thanks, Johnny." you clink your glasses together, cheering before you both take a sip.

"Is there anything else to do besides swimming?" you ask as you walk over to the chairs with him. "Of course! We can set up the stuff for table tennis. We can play that while drinking." he says pointing behind you where was a folded blue table. "Oh I'm really good at that," you say proudly, sipping from your drink again. "We can play now if you want to." he offers. "I mean we can set it up, but I still want to swim too," you reply, putting your drink down. "Then let's set it up and we'll play when we want." you nod, standing up and bringing the table over to fold it out. You placed the net on top, and it was already ready to play. "Nice, I'll go back to the pool and we'll play soon." Johnny agrees and sits back down where the two of you were chatting earlier as you walk back to the pool and sit down on the edge, your legs resting in the water.

You try not to get nervous again, but you're so deep in thought you get startled by Mark swimming over and grabbing your thighs. "Sup, baby." you scoff at him, smiling as you look away for a second. "Do you feel hot? Cause you look hot," he says splashing some water on your legs, caressing them with his hands. "You finished your other can of beer?" you smile again, brushing his wet hair out of his face. "Maybe," Mark says, tilting his head to the side to place it on your right thigh. "Glad you chose this bikini." his right hand caresed your leg that was wiggling around in the water. "You chose it." you laugh at his silliness. "Whatever, still am glad," Mark grabbed your hand, pulling you down a bit so he could peck your lips. "Can't wait to have you all to myself tonight." you giggle, slapping away his hand. "Who said you could?" "It's a must? It's the first day of the vacation, we have to!" he explains enthusiastically. "Alright then," you jump in the water pushing Mark back slightly, "Now let me swim some more before I'll get ready for tonight."

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You forgot to mention the Haechan situation to Mark, but who were you to ruin his good mood, especially on the first day of the trip? You just couldn't bring yourself to it. You also wanted to enjoy while you could, so you're gonna make the most out of this Summer. The members rarely get to have a rest, especially your boyfriend, and you want him to finally feel relaxed and at ease. You can't feel the same for Haechan, going behind his friend's back to flirt with you, even wanting to sleep with you. It's so obvious, the way he looks at you all the time, his eyes lingering on your legs, burning a hole into Mark's hand whenever he places it on your thigh as a form of affection. It bothers him so much. And you know it. You purposely lean against Mark, boobs squashing against his arms, in hopes of Donghyuck noticing. In hopes, he would finally snap, pull you away and fuck you so good.

You snap back to reality as you stare at yourself in the full-body mirror in the tight dress you chose for the night, make-up and hair done. You bit your lips, feeling strangely nervous. You brush your hair back, searching for a thin jacket you could wear in case the night gets a bit chilly. You chose one of your boyfriend's jackets.

You walk out of your room, heading towards the noise, to the living room area where some of the guys were already talking and drinking. "Not waiting for me?" you ask from Doyoung who was pouring himself another shot of soju. "This is how we wait," said Jaehyun beside him. "I'll pour you one too, that's enough for you to catch up." teased Doyoung. "You haven't drunk enough with me if you think like that." you hop down on the couch next to the two. "You should eat something before drinking if you want to keep up," Doyoung handed you a shot while Jaehyun picked up his own. "Just because you two are the strongest drinkers in the group, that doesn't mean you are outside of it too." you roll your eyes as you tilt your head back to gulp down the drink. "You have a big mouth." scoffs Jaehyun, "Taeyong made some fried rice, grab a bowl." you put down your glass, immediately reaching for the bottle of soju filling up your glass. "Y'all want another?" you ask annoyed at their teasing. "Of course." both of them hand you their glasses letting you fill it up for them. All three of you clink your glasses before gulping down the shots. "I'm starting with two, hope that's enough for you." you lean back after taking two shots, chatting with the two men as you wait for everyone. Slowly more people started coming out of their rooms, some people looking like they'd just woken up from a nap, like Taeil and Haechan, while Jungwoo and Taeyong both came out dancing to some music they got ready to. Your boyfriend came out of the shower popping down next to you, taking up the fourth place on the couch.

"You're not drying your hair?" you ask Mark as you ruffle his wet strands. "Nah, it'll dry by itself." he shrugged pecking your cheek. You smiled at him, your face getting slightly red from the hot Summer night. "Another shot?" you clap your hands, mainly intending the question to Jaehyun and Doyoung. They both nodded their heads, sliding their shot glasses in your direction. "What would you like?" you smile at Mark. "I'll crack another can," he responds standing up to go to the fridge. "Don't, I'll bring you one." you pull him back by his hand, standing up and mouthing a 'wait for me' to your left side.

You stood up, stumbling a bit on your foot, getting laughed at by Jaehyun, but you ignored him and walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge and searching for a beer with your eyes, finding a whole carton of them on the top shelf. "Could you grab one for me too?" says Haechan from behind you, leaning against the kitchen island in the middle of the room. "You can get your own actually," you turn around holding a can tightly in your hand and walking around the man. Haechan caught your hand, turning you around. "I'd prefer getting it from you." he looks at you, expression blank. "Too bad I'm not your maid." you snatch your hand from his hold. He sighs, shifting his hands over your side, slowly pinning you between him and the counter. He leaned in, his left hand brushing against your waist. He looks down, eyeing you up. You start to feel hot, pushing him away by his chest with your hand that's holding the beer. "Here," you look down, legs crossed over one another. His hand reaches for the can, brushing his fingers against yours. "I know you did that on purpose." he takes the beer his left hand sliding down your side to your thigh, fingers circling your skin. You knew what he meant, but he was wrong. It was an accident, one lucky accident "Hyuck-" he steps back immediately as he hears steps towards the kitchen, casually opening up the tab in front of you, looking into your eyes. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, bracing yourself on the counter, gripping the top with your fingers, avoiding his eyes.

Yuta walked in, throwing out a coffee cup in the trash, and walking right out without a word as he was staring at his phone. Haechan took a sip from the beer, watching you as you grabbed another one from the fridge and walked right out. More like watching your ass as you left.

You rushed out of the room, flipping your hair and quickly handing Mark the can, sitting on his lap, making him smile and get a tad bit shy. "I'll get the shots ready," you say pouring a round to the two men. "we couldn't wait for you, so now drink two for being late," said Doyoung as he leaned back on the couch. "What the- you're setting me up." you look at your boyfriend who smiled giving away that the older man was lying, but you were trying to prove something anyway so you took two shots right after one another. "Fuck you," you say as you wipe your mouth, taking your boyfriend's beer to wash down the soju. "Slow downnnn," Mark says eyes wide, taking the beer from you. "It's alright," you chuckle kissing his lips. Jaehyun nodded at you, amazed by your boldness, but still doubting your drinking skills. "Just don't get wasted," said the frat boy, sipping on a diet coke. You rolled your eyes, noticing Haechan finally coming out of the kitchen, still sipping on his can of beer.

"Y/n, are we playing now?" you look to your side where Johnny was standing with a table tennis paddle in his hand. "Of course!" you stand on your feet, pulling up your boyfriend too. You feel a bit dizzy, but not too crazy, you feel good finally, all worries are gone from your mind. Johnny dabbed up Mark before you walked outside, Johnny going around the table, standing ahead of you and Mark. "Hold on, that's cheating." the tall man whines, yelling for someone to be on his side. Eventually, Jungwoo walked out, picked up a paddle, and played with you three.

Between each point, whenever you made a mistake, Doyoung brought you, Jaehyun, and himself a shot. "This is just making me better." you shrug as you take another shot. Jungwoo laughs at you and claps his hands, taking a sip from the wine he brought out with himself. "How do you feel?" you ask the two men as they put down their glasses. "Honestly, nothing," Doyoung says looking at his friend. "I feel fine too." Jaehyun shrugs. "Alright." you roll your eyes getting back to the game.

You end up winning, making your boyfriend drink all that was left from his beer as a celebration. He coughed a little, making you chuckle. "Woah- hold on." he holds onto your hand. "Let's go inside!" says Jungwoo, not feeling defeated at all, cheeks a bit red from one glass of wine already.

A bit of time passed, Mark got drunk. not wasted- but he only gets touchy in front of the others if he has drunk enough.

"That's enough for you." you take the new can of beer away from him. "You can have it later," you say while sitting on his lap, making him whine, Mark burying his face in your chest. "Only if I can have you later too." his hand on your ass, squeezing it slightly. "If you can walk in a straight line, maybe." you shake your head, chuckling at him. "Dude- I'm sober!" he throws his head back in distress. He softly pushes you off him, making you sit in his place before standing up showing off as he walks in a perfectly straight line. You shake your head, congratulating him as he hops back down next to you. "Alright, now I can't say no-" You put your hands up in defeat, Mark pulling you in a kiss.

The party was close to its end, Taeil and Jungwoo both flushed red, even when they tried their best to stay sober, Doyoung and Jaehyun were still fine, but them engaging in some random heartfelt conversation, hinting that they also enjoyed the night. Yuta was gone, probably got tired early, and went to bed. Haechan- Haechan was nowhere to be seen for the last couple of hours, putting you at ease and not causing any more disturbance for the night. Taeyong and Johnny, keeping themselves busy, playing table tennis outside even at 2 in the morning.

Mark kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear, hand caressing your thigh. He stood up, holding your hand pulling you to your room saying he was tired now. "Go, I'll clean up, alright?" you smile at him as he whines but leaves just like you told him. You sigh as you start organizing the table, taking all the used glasses and cups to the sink, hoping someone will clean them instead of you. Walking back to the living room area, you notice Doyoung and Jaehyun still talking, both having serious expressions on. "Y'all gone." you push slightly at Doyoung making him flop back, laughing slightly at him. "If we're gone you are too," Jaehyun shakes his head "You can actually handle your alcohol," he adds before you walk away with another round of dirty glasses.

You cleaned up nicely, still having some work to do in the morning, but you were tired too. You went to wash up, taking a very quick shower before walking to your room. You forgot about Mark-

As you walk in you see him on his phone, hair wet again as it looked like he took a shower right before you. "Are you drunk?" you ask as you walk up to him, sitting on the edge beside him. "A bit, yeah," he says putting down his phone. He seems to have sobered up a bit. "You?" you nod with your head, but he could see you felt mostly fine. "So..." he takes a hold of your hand. "I'm down if you are," he licks his lips as he gazes down at yours. You bite your lips, pulling him in for a kiss. He sighed as you placed your lips on his, his hands wandering up your legs, waist, then chest. You moan into the kiss as he teases your nipples. The Canadian smiled into the kiss, confident in himself, but just after, you pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him, knees on either side of his hips. "Fuck- you're so hot." he eyes you up as you sit on him, hips grinding down on him. His hands take a hold of your breasts, groping them as his face changes from the friction he gets. You grind down harder onto him, earning deep sighs from him, that the more you hump him, the more they turn into whines. "Want you so bad, want to fuck you so hard." Mark's head pushes into the mattress, his big hands leaving your tits to your hips to help you grind down faster. "I can feel your hard cock, feels so good already," you say, your voice cracking slightly as his bulge brushes against your clothed core, keeping yourself up by leaning on his chest.

You both grunt and whine, trying to keep quiet, but you weren't sure if either of you were succeeding. Mark's right thumb slips to your clothed clit, making you slow down so he has more space. He rubs you nicely with his digit before going to your button. You help him get you out of your jeans, eagerly climbing back on top of him. You were soaking wet already. "So wet... for me?" he almost moans at the sight, you could feel him twitch under you. "Need you inside so bad," you say as you're quick to unbuckle his belt, and pull off his pants, his cock bulging hard in his underwear. As you throw his pants to the side, he pulls off his underwear, his dick slapping hard against his lower abdomen. "Fuck-" he swears, your hand reaching to jerk him a few times before positioning him right to your pussy. He helped, keeping your panties to the side as you slid down on him.

"Oh fuck...." you both moan out, feeling him stretch you out so well. "So tight around me," he gripped the side of your thighs. "Move." he begged, but you could tell he tried to sound demanding.

You may have been a bit loud, but at that time you couldn't care less. You focused on riding Mark and he was lost in the pleasure and your body, neither of you noticing your phone vibrating on the side of the bed.

Texts from Haechan, telling you to keep down because he can hear everything. He rolled his eyes as he heard your moans, tongue kept spitting out Mark's name, telling him all kinds of dirty things he wished you told him. He didn't even notice, his hand already palming his hardening dick through his sweats. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sweet mewls he heard through the thin walls. He could already see you, naked, tits bouncing as you keenly ride him, your tight walls clenching around his cock, your pussy creaming on him while he fucked into you from below. The fabric on his sweats moving up and down as he was already jerking himself off, grunts escaping his soft lips, fucking up into his right hand imagining it's you instead.

Your body language didn't slip over his head, he noticed the way you shook as he touched your waist earlier today, the way you crossed your legs, flexing your thighs while he traced your skin with his fingers. He saw how nervous you got from his gaze, how your breath hitched when he stepped closer than a friend should. He smirked as his hand moved on himself, knowing he was finally in. And he will be in you soon too...

He took his phone into his left hand, unlocked it, and opened your texts back up, all his horny thoughts projecting into messages to you. He smirked as he thought about Mark noticing his one too many texts to 'his' girlfriend. He knew you wouldn't see them yet, because he heard how busy you were... riding dick, but he wanted you to see them tomorrow morning.

His dick was rock hard, pre cum coating his tip making it easier for his hand to move. Wet sounds echoing in the small room, mixing in with your and your boyfriend's sounds from the other room. His eyes were slightly open just so he could text, his finger hardly moving as the pleasure took over his body.

"Fuck." he firmly said, releasing into his hand, his cum soaking into his underwear and the access sliding down the side of his cock. Finally not ruined, Haechan thought while laying in his bed, chest moving up and down heavily.

Sounded like the noises stopped in the other room, which made Haechan very tired. That's when he smirked. He didn't hear you cum.

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Warm breakfast welcoming you in bed as the Sun shines through the curtains, your boyfriend had prepared a little surprise for you. "Baby!" you smile as he walks into the room, the meal in his hands putting it on the side of the bed for you. "I'm not the best cook, but I wanted to do something for you," Mark rubbed the back of his neck. "Thank you, but aren't you hungover?" you peck his cheek after pulling him down by his shirt. "Yeah, but that's my fault. Are you?" he asks back sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Not really, just feelin' tired a bit," you say as you sip on the glass of water that Mark brought to you with your breakfast. "How are you gonna drink tonight, dude?" you raise a brow, "Dude..." he repeats after you, " Are you gonna drink today too?" he looks at you in disbelief. "I gotta prove some things to Doyoung and Jaehyun." you shrug. Mark widened his eyes while looking away. "Anyway," he turned to you and pecked your lips, "Eat, and we'll do something fun today too."

Turned out the fun he mentioned was going clubbing. Taeyong looked around and found a really popular place in the area, he hyped it up pretty well so most members agreed. Not everybody was coming, though. Taeil, Jungwoo, Doyoung, and Yuta all said they'd rather go out for a late-night meal and some sightseeing if that's even possible at night. Besides these four, the others were all excited and were already talking about it in the morning.

"Let's not get spotted," looked around Taeyong. "I'm not gonna hide," shrugged Jaehyun, "It's not a big deal either." you overheard them as you brought out your dirty dishes to the kitchen. "Of course, I just mean..." the noise gets quiet as you start washing the dishes from the night before. "Why are you cleaning all the time?" surprised you Taeil from behind you, who was munching on some food. "You think it's your job, because you're the only woman here?" you thought he was being sarcastic, but he looked pretty genuine... "...No." you break out into a laugh. "You could be cleaning too, I just know you won't do it." you look back to the sink, rubbing the dirty plate with a sponge. "I cleaned up the living room after you went to sleep." Taeil shrugged his wide shoulders. "No way," you say in fake excitement and he approvingly winked at you then took another bite of whatever he was eating. "You're not coming tonight?" you bring up another topic, feeling more productive while talking with the older male. "Not a party person." he goes around the kitchen island now in front of you as he sits down on a bar chair. "Also, Doyoung will probably pay. Who am I to reject free food?" you laugh at him again, pretty entertained by his thinking. "True, Doie has a big heart and a thick wallet." he nods in agreement. "If you want I can finish this up for you." he points to the still big pile of dishes in the sink. "You can cook or do your makeup or something." ...silence. "I'm just kidding. Obviously." he crosses his legs. "You can call over Jungwoo, he promised to help me with something," you respond after a while. "You got tired of me or what?" he says as he stands up. "Yes."

Jungwoo walked in after Taeil, happy to be helping you. "I promised help with like beating someone in a game, but cooking works too." he skips into the kitchen, sitting where Taeil earlier was, the said man sitting next to Jungwoo. "Are you helping too?" you ask Taeil, "No, I'm just hungry."

Jungwoo helped with cooking up something, and by the end, Taeil ended up joining too as he eventually got bored. "Alright thanks, guys," you say turning off the stove, letting the food sit bubbling under the lid for a bit more. "Anytime," they say, leaving the kitchen with you. The whole day went by with you waking up late and cooking something that could last a bit for the others. By the time you three finished up, it was already time to get ready for tonight.

You couldn't decide what to wear for the night, you didn't ask for help either not being sure if it would be helpful at all. Turned out you should've done so earlier as when Mark stepped in the room, noticing your struggle he was quick to beg you to wear his favorite dress of yours. "My everything is out in that dress, Mark." you worry, whether it would be a comfortable option. "I know, you don't have to if you don't want to, but I'm not drinking today, wear whatever you want Baby." he came closer to you pressing a peck to your head. "I can protect you."

You chose Mark's favorite dress. His promise meant much to you, making you confident enough to step out in that tiny, tight dress that bricked up your boyfriend multiple times before. Sharp glances coming from the other men in the room, you weren't so sure Mark thought about his friends seeing you in this dress. Or maybe that was exactly what he wanted?

No one seemed to dare say anything as it could've sounded wrong coming from them, they settled on starring. Jaehyun watched as you walked up to them sitting down on the couch where you chatted with him and Doyoung the night before. You carefully sat down, holding the hem of your dress hoping it wouldn't slip up and expose more of you than intended. "So... who's coming?" you look around the silent room, "Me, Taeyong, Johnny, Haechan, and your boyfriend," replied Jaehyun, his eyes lingering on your thighs before making eye contact with you. The way he emphasized the last words sounded like a reminder to himself.

You nod and lean back in your seat, legs crossed.

"Who are we waiting for?" stepped in Mark, breaking the silence and seeing upbeat about tonight. "Haechanie," yelled Taeyong to the mentioned man. Immediately he stepped out of his room that was right around the corner right next to yours, looking at his phone before his hands slipped into his pockets. "Let's go," he said already heading out to the front of the house. Mark took a hold of your hand as he pulled you in front of him, slapping your ass. You looked back with a smirk, knowing he would regret letting you out in this dress. You will make him suffer tonight.

Mark would've driven to the club as he promised to stay sober, but the car was one person too crowded, and he wanted you to sit on his lap so Johnny drove there. You weren't sure how it would go on the way home, but the night was long you didn't want to worry about going home, and hopefully, you will be too drunk to remember.

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Back facing Mark, looking in the dark crowd flashed by colorful lights while the stupidest club song was playing in the back, but the atmosphere made it sound good. Your boyfriend's hand holding onto your waist, ass pressed up against his crotch, boldly dancing together hoping he wouldn't get seen. Wearing a cap and a denim jacket he looked like any other frat guy at the party, he was confident in not looking recognizable. "Want a drink princess?" he leaned closer to your ear, making sure you heard his question. You nodded already feeling a bit dizzy, but you wanted more, it was too early to stop. He twirled you around, pulling down your dress and clicking his tongue before leading you to the bar. He took out some money from his pocket, asking the bartender whatever you were drinking last time, which you couldn't remember. "Here," he handed you the glass, watching as you licked the side of it before gulping it down in one go. Looking at your lips the whole time, he felt his grey sweats tighten up. The burning taste of the alcohol and the salt mixing on your tongue made your throat tighten up a bit, Mark noticing your struggle he put the piece of lime between your lips that came with the drink order. You quickly sucked on the fruit, but before you could spit it out Mark leaned in and took the lime skin away from your lips with his teeth, spitting it in his hand before pulling you in a kiss. Hand immediately grabbed behind you, groping your ass with his big hand while his tongue licked in your mouth, lips roughly brushing together. You pull away smirking at his needy behaviour. "Watch out, I didn't fully swallow. You might get tipsyyy," you tease him making him grab onto your ass tighter before letting it go. "Come dance with me." probably meant more dry humping in the crowd. "I'm so hard for you," he whispered in your ear, pressing his bulge against your thighs. Rolling your eyes, he pulled you back to the other guys, some of them jumping to the music, some of them gone, probably on a smoke break.

Continuing to dance with your boyfriend, you were surprised he didn't cum in his pants from the way he was grinding against you. Hands sneakily slipping under your dress, grabbing at your bare butt, and playing with your underwear, making sure only he could see it. He was acting up seeing you in the dress, you were a bit surprised at the switch-up at the club from yesterday. "Mark what the fuck?" you widen your eyes standing up straight and pulling your dress down. He smirked as he pecked your neck from behind. As he leaned closer you grabbed behind you, taking hold of his rock-hard cock, his smirk washing off his face and letting out a loud hiss behind you. You smirked proudly before reaching into his pocket and stealing some money to get yourself a drink. "I'll be back!" you said, sending a flying kiss to your boyfriend before walking up to the bartender.

You wanted to get it over with so you asked for a shot of vodka. You were about to hand the bartender the money when somebody behind you did before you. "Let me pay for you, pretty girl." said a random man you've never seen before. You were about to decline, but you were far too drunk to care and you just saved Mark his money so you accepted it. "Thank you," you said kindly tilting your head back to take down the shot. You were about to slide back into the crowd, but the man who paid for you started talking to you. "No need to thank me," he smiled at you. "How's the party?" you turned to him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "Erm, uh pretty good um.." you were a bit disoriented after the shot you had to process the words from the tall man. "Sorry I'm just a bit drunk," you said and explained you came with your boyfriend and friends. "Oh I'm not bothered by that," he replied, but you weren't sure to which part he did to, either way, he wasn't super appealing.

"What's taking so long, Baby?" the voice came from behind you. The man in front of you clicked his tongue before turning away from you. "Haechan?" you turn, almost rolling your eyes as he sneaks an arm around your waist. "I have to go back to Mark," you emphasized Mark's name trying to pry yourself from his hold. "Go back to who? Your boyfriend who couldn't even give a shit about you being hit on?"

"God, why are you so fucking jealous?" you whine pushing away from Donghyuck. "So fucking annoying all the time." his eyes softened while dropping down to gaze at the floor.

"Fuck, I'm hard..." you almost felt bad...

You broke into a smile that turned into a full-on laughter. He's so pathetic. "You're such a loser, Hyuck."

"There it is."

"What?" you raised a brow.

"You called me Hyuck." you rolled your eyes. You wanted to leave and go back to Mark on the dance floor, but as you took a step you started feeling the consequences of the vodka. "You should sit down for a bit. Your boyfriend can wait." he pulled you back slightly, making you sit on one of the bar stools. "And we can talk about why you're avoiding me." you held onto his arm as you tried getting comfortable, the dizziness turning down a notch. "I think it's obvious why I don't want to be around you." you shake your head, the alcohol allowing you to speak your thoughts. "No?" he failed to agree while he asked for a beer. "Yes." you sigh. "Look Hyu-, Haechan. I like you, as a friend. Mark also trusts you and-"

"I don't give a flying shit about Mark, and you don't either, you just feel bad, ____." you get quiet, seeing his frustrated appearance. "I see the way you look at me, the way you act around me. You don't think I see how much of a slut you are whenever you act up around me, but Mark eats it up, thinking you're his. You're smart ____, making everyone think you're innocent, but you want me just as much as I want you." you opened your mouth, "Don't try to deny. I heard you. This morning." he suddenly calmed down, lips forming a slight grin. "I know you saw my texts," he gulped into his can of beer. "You were getting off to them."

Fuck.

"Did you cum hard? Did my texts get you off better than Mark?" he leaned in, lips dangerously close to yours. "Because you sounded louder, than when you were with your boyfriend."

"W-what are you doing?" you pulled back a bit, face heating up, but you weren't sure if it was because of the alcohol or because of Dong fucking Hyuck in front of you. Your heart felt like it was soon going into cardiac arrest, beating out of your chest, you were worried he could hear it even with the loud music in the background.

"And this dress..." his finger slipped under the hem of your tiny dress, caresing the side of your thigh. "Do you really want me to go insane?"

"Baby." Haechan sighed as he slowly pulled back, not to raise suspicion, turning towards the bar with his hand gripping the beer can. "We're leaving soon it's almost 4 in the morning, wanna come and dance with me a bit?" Mark stepped closer to you, kissing your lips. Oh, how you wish that was Haechan instead...

"Woah your face is hot! How much did you drink?" he said concerned, putting a hand over your cheek. "Thanks, dude for looking out for her," Mark said to Haechan who turned around with an innocent smile.

Mark dragged you back to the middle of the club, dancing for the rest of the night. By the end of the party, Mark drove home with you as his passenger princess, and the rest talking in the back. Taeyong had to sit on Johnny's lap on the way home so all of you could fit in.

Walking back into the house Mark doesn't waste a single second before pulling you with him in the shower, and spending some highly anticipated time with you.

"Let me wash your back," he said turning you around before he started rubbing your back with his huge hands. "It was so good with you today Baby. I had so much fun." you relaxed into his touch, the hot water mixing with flowery scent clearing your drunk mind, leaning into your boyfriend a bit. "You looked so sexy." you hummed while closing your eyes, Mark's hand wandering over from your back to the front, massaging your chest between his fingers. Your back flat against his toned front, you reached behind you grabbing his hard cock that has been strained against your ass since the club.

"Fuck," he moaned at your touch, probably so needy for you by the feel of his dick, Mark hummed in your ears as you started stroking him. The right hand slowly speeds up on his length, dick twitching from your grip, his kisses on your neck leave you breathless making you sigh heavily from the soft lingering feeling. His fingers started trailing down, soapy hand quickly slipping down to your cunt. Spreading your folds with his finger he began rubbing on your clit while you jerked him off.

"Your hand feels so good baby, keep jerking me off," he whispered in your ear, while your mind wandered around a bit. His fingers were so skilled, rubbing at just the right places, noting where you needed him most. "Just like that." he praised, biting the end of his words at the pace of your hands.

"Bend over for me, yeah?" the lack of friction left you unsatisfied as his hand slipped to your back, pushing you forward. You obeyed, leaning down, holding yourself up by the cold, tiled wall. The Canadian took hold of your ass to spread them apart, taking a nice look down before slipping in his cock.

Your thighs flexed, tight walls capturing him inside of you. "Fuck Baby, relax for me a bit, yeah?" he hissed and stopped pushing in further scared he might cum too soon. He was eager to finally release the pent-up tension, but he wanted to enjoy you for a bit longer.

You tried to grab onto the flat surface, almost hitting your face on the wall as he finally pushed in fully. You spread your legs wider for your boyfriend and arched your back, trying to relax while his big dick stretched you out for the second time since the vacation started. "Just like that..." he mumbled as he started moving behind you, not fast, but making sure to connect his hips to yours each time he pushed in. Your mouth agape, eyes closed shut again.

All the frustration from your boyfriend all night, then his best friend taking teasing to another level. Haechan got you worked up so well just with his words, putting you in an almost hypnotic state as the only thing you could think about while getting fucked by your boyfriend is it being Haechan instead.

Mark's hand that was spreading your ass before now slowly made its way to your wet hair, taking hold of it and pulling your head back with it. "God..." you sighed as you were forced to straighten your posture, back slapping against Mark's chest. He had already picked up on the speed, his cock moving inside of you quickly, you were almost gasping for air. The hot shower fogged up, making it harder to breathe.

"I'm almost there. Take it for me?" he grunted out, his moves getting sloppier by each second, you knew he was close. This position made it easy for him to hit your favorite spots inside of you, he got you closer to your high.

Eyes shut close, ears picking up on the sound of your hips slapping together, moans leaving both your lips, but you weren't as close as Mark was. Mind wandering off, suddenly the picture of Haechan standing behind you, holding your hair in a fist while he pounded into you appeared. Your sweet and dirty fantasy getting you closer to your orgasm, making your body move on its own, backing up on your boyfriend's dick, making the movements deeper and rougher.

You mouthed Hyuck's name, taking everything in you not to moan it out loudly, so everybody could hear, even Mark behind you. "I'm cumming," his breath hitched, pulling you up against him and releasing inside of you. While he came down from his high, your fingers moved on their own, running to your slit and rubbing your clit to catch up to him with your climax. Your body shook as you moaned out, also making you stumble back from the alcohol still lingering in your system. "That's my pretty girl..." Mark whispered in your ear, sucking on the soft skin of your neck.

"Fuck, I'm still drunk as shit." you held onto your boyfriend, acting oblivious to the fact that you just came to the thought of Haechan. "Let me help you." he chuckled and pulled out of you, making you feel empty after him being in you for so long.

Mark was a gentleman, he helped you finish washing up and brought you back to your room. He helped take off your smudged makeup and made you drink a shit ton of water so you wouldn't dehydrate. He took care of you so well and praised you before tucking you into bed then got comfortable himself while hugging you close to him. He fell asleep rapidly, while your thoughts and dizzy mind kept you awake. You weren't sure when you drifted to sleep.

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"He's insane..." You rubbed your head as you had just woken up, - and your hungover headache was killing you - eyes barely open while you listened to Haechan's voice message. It looked like he called you at 6 a.m. and you didn't pick up.

"____, fuck. It hurts so bad, you made me so hard." you listened to Haechan whimpering into the microphone as he moaned your name. He called while you were sleeping and jerked off to you.

You wanted to turn it off, still feeling guilty and ashamed after last night, because you didn't forget a single moment that happened. You and Haechan flirting, Mark fucking you in the shower while all you could think of was Hyuck... a lot to take in. All you could do was sit in bed and listen to him. And now you were feeling worked up over Haechan whimpering out your name while you could clearly hear him jerk off on the other side of the line. You wonder what would've happened if you picked up the phone.

You sighed as you stopped the voice message and deleted it. You gently threw your phone on the nightstand to your left, only now noticing a white pill and a cup of water propped up on there. Mark is so sweet... your boyfriend is so sweet.

You immediately took the medicine, gulping it down with water hoping it would ease your headache soon. You were the drunkest out of all the guys, they were probably already awake, discussing last night. If we overlook the details the club was actually pretty cool. Good music and good company, you enjoyed it, but you were just exhausted.

All you wanted was to lay in bed all day. One reason is to relax, second reason is to save yourself from the embarrassment when seeing Haechan. Fuck, was he really serious?

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"You haven't come out all day, are you that tired?" Mark came in to check on you every once in a while, laying down with you for a couple of minutes, bringing you all your meals and any beverages you asked for, making you feel worse.

"The medicine didn't work?" he asked worriedly, lying under the covers next to you. You shook your head, still feeling sick. Next time you should think twice before drinking two days in a row just for validation. "Mark, I love you." you look up at him, seeing him smile softly. "I know dude, I love you too."

Guilt.

Crazy amount of guilt.

He felt so right up against you, hugging you tight with his strong arms, body hot from him. You placed your hand on his as he crept closer to you, chest pressed up your back and lips close to your neck.

"You were so good last night." you blurted out, praising Mark. "Yeah?" you could feel him smile against your neck, "Sorry for getting you so worked up in the club, we could've gotten caught." your eyelids feel heavy, "You were drunk, I was the one messing around. Like seriously dude."

you don't respond.

"___?" he leans over your relaxed form, meeting with closed eyes. He looked at his wrist, checking the time on his watch. "17:37, good night I guess."

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23:14

It was not a good choice to sleep again, but you just couldn't help it. Anyway, you woke up energized, Mark in a deep slumber next to you. You haven't even taken a shower yet.

You stand up quietly, slipping from under the covers, Mark's arm falling over nothing while you tip-toe out of the room. Coming out of the room for the first time today, immediately turning the corner to the bathroom.

Bump.

"Oh, you can be seen besides when you wanna get fucked?" looking up you see Haechan with gamer headphones hanging from his neck. "What?" you don't even comprehend his words, not expecting to run into him like this, hoping you wouldn't run into him. "What are you doing anyway?" he rolled his eyes at your confused form, how was he so casual after what he had told you in the club?

You zone out, only snapping back when Haechan spoke again, "Are you still drunk from last night, pretty?" his eyes scan your face. "You seemed a bit... out of it." his hand comes up to your chin. "Don't you remember?" it sounded like he was sizing up the situation, contemplating whether you remember what happened or not.

His soft hands grab onto you, tilting your head up. "I do." is all you manage to get out, body automatically leaning into his hold. Fuck.

Haechan leans in, lips connecting to yours for a moment. You break free from him stepping back, eyes wide and body completely frozen from the shock. Haechan steps forward pulling you to him, your neck stretching to meet his lips again.

What the fuck are you doing?

You think, but then your arms wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss as his tongue brushes against yours. Haechan's hand sneaks around your waist, pulling you even closer. You gasp as his right hand squeezes your ass, making you push away from him. "Fuck- you know we can't. I can't," you whisper to Haechan who is smirking at you, seemingly entertained by your inner conflict. "No one's here Baby, you can give in."

Mark gave you his all, you had everything, but you wanted more than everything. Greedy for temptation that Donghyuck gave to you so well. The game he played with you, provoking you for months until you would give in. He knew you would.

"I know you want me, come on." Haechan clicked his tongue, pushing you up the wall knee positioned between your legs. You finally respond, lightly nodding your head. "Words."

"I want you." "I know Baby." he teased, his palm placed on your neck as he pinned you against the wall, now mindlessly touching you, toying with your sanity. "Hyuck," you bite your lip as blood rushes to your cheeks. "What? Isn't this what you wanted?" his knee pushed up to your core, and you gasped at the friction.

Your legs almost gave up from the feeling, this situation felt so unreal, mostly because it wasn't right. "Think only about me," it was like he could read your mind, Haechan leaned down to whisper on your lips, suddenly biting on your bottom lip. His hand slipped up your shirt, caresing your bare waist before reaching under your thighs to pick you up.

You grabbed onto his wide shoulders, gripping the material of his shirt between your fingers. Eye contact was carefully held by him, all you could look at was his face as he brought you into the kitchen and placed you on top of the counter which was the closest surface he could prop you up by. His lips found yours once again, now kissing you more passionately, the need visible in the way he held your waist.

"Want me to kiss you until you can't fucking breathe?" chest rapidly moving up and down to catch your breath as he pulls the shirt over your head, arms in the air so he could slip you out of the clothing easily. You eagerly nodded your head, waiting for him to kiss you again, chasing his lips with your own. He stood between your legs, thighs wrapped around his hips, pulling him close to your core. He took your hand and guided it to his bulge, "All because of you." he was big.

You gulped hard before he pulled you towards him by your legs and pushed you back on the counter, goosebumps appearing on your skin from the cold. Haechan was harsh, almost ripping the shorts off you, smirking at the view of your pussy through your underwear. The way he looked at you reminded you of the pool incident, but now it was on purpose.

"I always wondered how you tasted here," he came back up to your face kissing you for a moment "And here." you whimpered out when Haechan leaned down and licked over your underwear.

"Fuck, Mark never does this," "What does Mark even do?" Haechan scoffed before focusing on your clit, making you drool a bit at the unfamiliar feeling. Your legs hung over his shoulders, his big hands holding your thighs in place next to his face. The way he looked up at you from under, his tongue pushed up against you, he was so hot, your fingers tugging at his dark brown hair making him hum against you.

"So pretty," his finger grabbed at your panties and pulled it to the side before getting messy, licking up from your entrance to your clit, carefully circling around the sensitive area. Your thighs clasped around his head, but he forced it open again, left hand pushing down on your inner thigh and right hand grabbing at your chest through your bra.

Mouth agape at him eating you out so well, nose buried between your legs while his tongue swiped across your clit, your hand left his hair to take off your bra. Bit clumsy with your hands as you were trying to do it quickly, eyes focused on Haechan who was making direct eye contact with you, eyes darkening when you threw your bra to the side. "So desperate, huh?" his lips curving into a smirk before focusing on your cunt, now a finger replacing his tongue. His cold finger sent shivers down your spine as he finally slipped it in.

"Hyuck, I need more than this..." you gasped at the curve of his finger hitting your walls. "I was patient with you, now you'll have to be patient too," he said as he dove back in, tongue now licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves while his finger trusted in and out of you, curving it upwards just at the right places. "I need your cock, Hyuck." his movements sped up getting you closer to the edge, you had to lay down on the counter, hiding your view of his pretty mouth placed on your pussy.

Palm placed on your mouth, scared of letting out an unexpected moan, you tried to hold back, but small whines still escaped your lips. You felt it, his tongue soon pushing you over the edge, "D-don't stop." you bit your lips, toes curling at the sensation, a moan slipping from between your lips. "Hyuck, Hyuck, Hyuck..." you repeatedly said his name as he guided you through your orgasm, his movements slowing down until you calmed down.

You laid on the cold countertop with your eyes closed, Donghyuck pulled away from your still dripping pussy, your underwear gliding back to its place as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You were so goddamn loud moaning my name you better come in my room before someone sees you spread out like this for me." his eyes glided over your uncovered tits, and he held your leg to calm you down. He wasn't in a hurry even if he sounded like it, you knew he would enjoy it if some one walked in on you like this.

It was almost midnight, no way anybody could've heard you, but you were willing to follow him wherever. He took hold of your hand to help you off the counter, pulling you towards his room. Haechan enjoyed controlling you like this, because you were stubborn, but now it was like you were wrapped around his fingers, listening to him so well.

You walked into his room, realizing there was now no way out of this, you're cheating on Mark.

He walked up behind you, arms wrapping around your half-naked form as he whispered in your ear, "I'm gonna fuck you." you gasped slightly, mouth agape at his dirty words, "You want me to fuck you so bad, don't you?" he teased. "Fuck-" You should've thought this over, but that's all you want right now. You'll think about this when you care, which is not right now. "Yes, I want you to fuck me, please," you almost mewl as he reaches between your legs, finger in your panties.

Before you could enjoy it too much he pushed you down on his bed. You landed with a thud and before you could turn around he pinned your arms down on the mattress. "That's all I want to do to you," he pushed his bulge against your ass, humming at the feeling. He let go of your arm just to throw his headphones away from his neck, but not stopping his movements, shamelessly humping your ass. Your back arched to make it easier for him, but he stood up straight, leaving you on the bed still at his mercy.

Haechan reached into the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a box of condoms. "Why the fuck do you have that?" you lifted your head and furrowed your eyebrows, "Were you so sure this was going to happen?" Haechan ripped up the package with his teeth after taking one from the almost empty box, spitting it out next to you. "I hoped,"

"You don't need it though," you looked back at him, seeing his eyes widen "You sure?" you nodded your head, seeing him happily throw out the already opened condom. He pulled down both his pants and boxers, his dick slapping against his lower abdomen. He was exposed to your gaze, grinning at you while you watched him. "Am I big?" he teasingly asked, watching your reaction carefully. "I have to feel it to tell," you got confident, but it was quick to disappear when he pulled your panties aside and glided his cock inside you.

It went in smoothly, your wet pussy swallowing it, while he stretched you out. "Oh my-" you bit the end of your sentence, fingers curling into a fist. "Now, am I big?" he pulled out of you until his tip was barely in you, then slapped his hips against yours, making you choke on your words. You just nodded your head and squeezed your eyes shut, unable to form coherent words.

His hands spread your ass, giving him a better view of his cock slipping in and out of you, each thrust making you moan out his name. You looked so pretty, and your pretty face matched with your pretty pussy, all he could think of was you, you, and you. "Louder, Baby. L-let the man next door hear how good I'm fucking you. Let him know... God..." his head fell backwards for a second before composing himself.

"You made me work for this," he said through gritted teeth, his thrust speeding up to his liking. "A-and made me wait so long." you squeezed around him, making him stumble on his words. "I'm sorry..." you cried out, feeling him hit a spot inside you, making it hard for you to focus on anything other than his cock buried deep in you. "I know you're not, pretty." he leaned over your back, arms on each side of your head so he could reach even deeper into you.

"I should punish you, but you listened to me so well," he groaned after he spoke, unable to hold back, both of you high on the pleasure. His hips slapped into yours roughly, the tip of his dick hitting spots that were never reached before. "Is my dick bigger than your boyfriend's, huh?" you didn't even think of it, yes it was bigger. Mark himself wasn't small, but besides having a big dick he couldn't use it as well as Hyuck did. You knew it, you felt it because you knew you weren't going to last for much longer.

You nodded your head once again as response, making Haechan scoff. "Speak princess. I want to hear you say it," his soft tone paired up with his rough movements pushing your head into the mattress, pushing you closer to your orgasm. "I'm so close!" you cried out, making Haechan stop his movements. "Wrong words."

You let out a whine as the closeness disappeared, leaving you with just a feeling of him stretching you out alone, which wasn't nearly enough. "Your dick is bigger than Mark's..." you breathed out quickly, moving your ass back to feel him slip a bit deeper in you. "So desperate for my big dick, yeah?"

"Please..." he reached over to your face, pushing the pieces of hair that had fallen over your face. Hearing your pleading words, he couldn't hold back. He took hold of your waist before relentlessly thrusting into you selfishly chasing his high, but by your sounds, he knew you enjoyed the way he used you. "So pretty... so so pretty, fuck." he mumbled under his breath, his groans turning whinier by each thrust.

"I'm gonna cum," he hissed as his eyebrows furrowed on his face, his grip on your torso tightening. "Me too," both of you panting loudly, none of you spoke anymore, only one goal in mind; to finally release.

His groan sent you over the edge, making you moan his name loudly, he cursed in reply watching as your body shook from the release. Soon Donghyuck stopped his movements, pushing all his length into you, spilling his cum inside you "Fuck-" he cursed again, watching you all fucked out from him. He was shamelessly loud, he couldn't care less about being heard, or maybe he wanted to be heard. You could hear him breathe, tired from how good he fucked you. Donghyuck pulled out of you, reaching for his pants and boxers and putting them on while he watched you, lying on his bed as his cum dripping out of your cunt, panties getting dirtier by each second.

"So pretty," he slapped your ass before hopping down on his bed next to you. "Fuck Hyuck, I-" you bit your lips, turning around, now lying on your back. "Are you gonna tell Mark about this?"

Oh my god, Mark.

Words got stuck in your mouth, tongue pushing against the side of your cheeks. You covered your chest with your hands, making Haechan get up and take a shirt from his closet, "I'm not wearing that." he sighed and shrugged still throwing the clothing piece next to you just in case. He took a tissue paper from his nightstand, softly reaching down to clean you up as much as he could.

"I can't believe I cheated..." you mumbled to yourself as you pulled the blanket over your half naked body after Haechan threw the soaked tissue out and sat down next to you on his bed. "Was it good?" he looked at you with innocent puppy eyes, acting like he didn't just fuck his best friend's girlfriend. "Hyuck..." you say disappointed, but more in yourself than him. "It's no big deal, don't feel bad." you sighed in distress, looking at Haechan. "I'm horrible..." "No, you're not. It's not your fault Mark can't fuck you. And you deserve to be fucked. Good."

You stood up and left quickly, you needed time to process everything that just happened. Donghyuck called after you, but you didn't bother stopping, you tip-toed to the kitchen grabbed your shirt, and sneaked back into your room where Mark slept. You couldn't even look at him, but you laid down next to him, turned to the side, and stared at the darkness in the room.

_______________________

"Hey... wake up." Mark pushed at your peaceful form, making you slowly sit up in the bed. "Dude, how did your bra end up in the kitchen?" he asked as soon as you opened your eyes. You sat up fast, snatching your pink lacey bra from him. "Uh..." your eyes widen, not being able to find the right words. "I must've.. sleepwalked?" it sounded more like a question than a statement. "Now that's scary!" Mark said, completely oblivious to your lie.

You sighed in relief when he left, plopping back down on the bed, heart beating fast in your chest. Your phone buzzed next to you on the nightstand so you reached for it, eyes widening at the contact name.

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Hey angel!!!

i was wondering i could request head canons or a small fic or sum, with a chaotic, horny reader x Marauders?(separate ofc)

Reader is always running around, getting into trouble, going to party’s and getting drunk as can be, but they’re also REALLY horny. when it comes to their man 🤭

Could it also have smut? i just LOVE the way you right smut 💕🫶🏻

marauders with chaotic, hypersexual fem!reader

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. nsfw under the cut. fem!reader. 2.4k total words. other warnings by section.

a/n. sure ml, i'll do my best (for smut i usually need gender indicators for reader whereas i don't with headcanons – so i assumed you meant f!reader for this)

james potter | (0.8k) - reader has a hangover, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), praise

your head had been killing you all morning. it had been a late night, partying with the girls from your house in the dorm next to yours. plus you had been thinking about your boyfriend all morning, waiting for him to come find you, to make the need between your legs settle.

james sat down beside you on the bench in the great hall, and noticing your seeming annoyance, had few words. ”love are you alright?” he leant his arm over to rub your back. ”ah! jamie no need to yell.” you put your head in your arms against the table. ”oh. c'mon doll what have i told you about drinking without me around to help you? to make sure you're safe?” his care, his obliviousness to something he was unaware of, just made you want him more. ”i know jamie, m'sorry.” he rubbed a little harder into your back, pressing a kiss to your temple.

knowing how your hangovers were, he leaned down, speaking to you in a whisper, ”do you need anything precious?” the way his breath tingled against your skin sent heat straight to your sex, making you press your thighs together. you shook your head without lifting it, making a little 'nuh uh' sound. james nudged you with his elbow. ”go away jamie.” the way you whined at him made him realise something. he felt stupid, he knew he should've figured it out sooner.

”bunny, do you wanna go back to my dorm? my mates are out.” you can hear the smile in his voice, and you perk your head up, just in the slightest to create eye contact with him. as gently as possible, as to not let the light get to your head, you nod to him. ”alright, c'mon trouble.”

- ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ -

james was so good to you. the curtains in his room were drawn closed, and you were winding the sheets up in your hands, knuckles beginning to lose colour.

”shit– jamie..” once again, you tried to close your thighs around his head, moaning rather loudly. james pulled his mouth off of your sex for just a moment, ”i know you're hungover peach, but c'mon,” he pushed your legs away from his head. ”legs apart.” you try to say something, but james resumes his attack on your core, swirling his tongue around your clit before giving it a quick kiss and pressing his tongue back inside your pussy. your boyfriend adored the sounds he drew from you, and it only furthered his fervour to make you cum.

his fingers pressed into your thighs, creating handprints you were sure would be visible later on. one hand slipped away from your leg, and as his tongue pulled away from your walls, he replaced it with two of his fingers. ”you're always so needy, aren't you bunny?”

working against your walls, brushing his fingers against your spot, he could feel the way you pulsed and sucked his fingers in. ”god peach, y'so wet for me.”

”only f'you– only f'you james, fuck!” the moans you let out were bordering on pornographic, and james was loving every second of it, pressing kisses to your inner thigh, occasionally sucking red spots into them. ”m'close jamie! s'so close..” your words only spurred him on, curling his fingers and kissing your clit, licking your clit, stimulating you the best he could. ”y'doing so good for me flower. so perfect, y'feel so good on my fingers n' on my tongue.” the words made you clench, and you could feel the wind up tingle growing in your stomach.

while james urged you onwards with praise, your back arched off the mattress, knuckles white while fisted into his sheets, trying to push your face into them to muffle your moans and whines. ”jamie, c- can i.. shit..”

”go on, love, cum for me.” his permission pushed you over your tipping point, groaning out as he finger-fucked you through your orgasm. ”that's my sweet girl. good job,” he cooed, slowly removing his fingers from your cunt. he licked them clean almost ritualistically before licking along your slit to clean you up.

james rose from his spot on the floor to lean over you. ”you feeling better darling?” fucked out and dopey-eyed, you nodded a yes. he grabbed your arm to heave you up and into his arms, ”let's get you cleaned up.”

”i love you jamie, so much. thank you for taking such good care of me..” your words were almost breathless but nonetheless made your boyfriend smile. ”anytime stunner, i love you.”

remus lupin | (0.8k) - light hair pulling (remus' hair), light condescension, fingering, mention of a voice kink

”remmy, please, i need you.” your boyfriend could feel the alcohol on your breath fan over his skin, sending a shiver down his arms. ”m'dear you're drunk. m'not gonna touch you when you're like this.” he never did, he always wanted your full consent for everything. but tonight you weren't having it and you'd thought you tried everything, until a little lightbulb went off in your brain. if it hadn't been for the drinking, you would've remembered sooner that you'd recorded a video from hours earlier for this exact moment. it made you laugh, how you knew yourself and your boyfriend so well.

it took a moment to steal remus' attention again, but once you had, you weren't letting it go. ”look rem.” you pulled your wand – which you were not supposed to have – and chanted the spell that you'd forget by morning, and a little recording played of you rambling on about how even in your drunken state, you'd given him all the consent you could. ”dove please–” you pouted at him, and with a heavy sigh, he gave in. ”you make me crazy.” your expression immediately perked up into a smile, and if you were a dog you tail would be hurting others around you from how hard it would be wagging.

- ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ -

”sometimes honey, you're so difficult, and all because of this?” remus pulled his fingers up from your slit, showing you the slick coating his appendages. you mumbled out a small 'mhm,' while he returned his fingers to your sex, rubbing circles into your clit while you whimpered into his sweater. ”was this all you wanted angel? for me to fuck you on m'fingers?” your sounds of incoherence told him yes.

as his fingers drew sounds from you he knew were reserved for him and only him, you tried not to pull too much at his sweater, instead pushing your other hand up into his hair for stability. ”if you need to pull lovey,” his voice got lower when he whispered the last word, ”pull.” you could feel yourself try to suck his fingers in farther. ”i know honey, i know.” you would've thought his words were almost directed at your cunt if it hadn't been for his eyes being trained on your face. you moaned with your head thrown back, tugging at his sweater almost in attempt to bring him closer. ”y'gonna be good after this sunshine?” your boyfriend cooed at you as you tried to bury your face into his chest, unable to stay in one place with how well his fingers worked you open. while you nodded, remus smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. you took the opportunity to get your hands back in his hair, tugging every time you clenched down on his fingers.

the feeling of your hands pulling at his strands mixed with how your sex pulled his fingers in made his breathing a little unsteady, heavier. ”you're doing so good f'me lovey, y'know that right?” his thumb rubbed over your clit, ripping higher-strung moans from you. with a struggle, you get very few, choked words out. ”yes, fuck– rem yes..”

really, neither of you cared if anyone outside could hear you. since the casual fucking had become normal, almost routine, anybody who did hear you guys just kept on walking.

remus moved his fingers along your walls, whispering and mumbling praises against your ear. all of it coupled with how the alcohol made your mind hazy pushed you ever closer to finishing. ”merlin rem, m'so fucking close..” you told him, words almost fading out from how much harder it had gotten to speak. ”when you get there angel, you don't need to ask me, you can go on and cum.” it was how he said it, how calm he was, how he was fully clothed and relaxed while you had lost your underwear and had become a mess under his touch that made it so much easier to get you over the edge. of course not being sober assisted quite a bit as well.

”so pretty like this, aren't ya?” remus used his free hand to swipe your hair out of your face, smiling at how the sweat kept some strands of your hair stuck to your face. his words really got to you, they always did, his voice always got to you, making you pulse and clench down on whatever he'd give you. with a near scream-like moan, you let yourself unravel on your boyfriend's fingers. ”that's my perfect girl..” he waited to pull his fingers from you until you'd gotten through your orgasm and began to breathe normally. after that, he licked at his fingers, telling you how much he loved how you tasted.

with remus you never forgot your manners, even drunk, even completely spent. ”moons,” you breathe out, and remus tilts his head at you. ”thank you.” your voice is shaky, but nonetheless you thank him, you always do. ”anytime.” remus winks before getting up to retrieve a towel and clean you up so he could put you down to sleep.

sirius black | (0.8k) - p in v sex, safe sex, breathplay if you squint

”i cannot believe she told on me.” you had just finished rambling to your boyfriend about some new trouble you'd gotten in. it always fascinated him considering the fact that he was usually the one to get in trouble in his friend group. ”personally, i think she's a bitch.” he agreed, grabbing something off his plate and nibbling on it. ”ugh, i'd still do it again though.” you muttered, not expecting him to catch what you said. ”you're a rebel jus'like me. i'm so proud of you. and myself of course, i did my job as your delinquent boyfriend right.” he had this kind of crooked grin, but you just rolled your eyes, glancing up at one of your friends before remembering something you had planned as a prank with a couple of your friends. ”godric, firecracker you're amazing.” he'd said after you retold him a part of the story.

it didn't last long though, beaming at the praise of your boyfriend, you ditched the storytelling. ”tell me more.” you batted your eyes at him rather playfully. sirius leaned back just a tad before leaning in real close to your face. ”i don't know, do you really need to be told more?” if only he'd realised how the words had affected you, making you scoot closer to him and press your thighs together. ”please.” he looked at you, perplexed. he really had no idea how easily he turned you on. ”don't make me beg siri..” oh. oh. now he understood, although you didn't mean for the words to come out as whiny and out of breath as they did. ”well alright gorgeous, let's go on back to my dorm while my mates are out.” you nodded rather quickly, getting up to scurry out of the great hall.

”sometimes sugar, i question if you're more trouble than me.”

- ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ -

in your boyfriend's dorm you were laid back on his bed, underwear and trousers lost to his floor, moaning and whining against sirius' shoulder as his hips rutted into you over and over and over again. ”fuck, sweetheart you're so-” he groaned against your ear. ”y'so tight.” his words made you squeeze your fingers into his shoulders, nails almost trying to draw blood. sirius dragged his teeth along your jaw and up to nibble on your ear, whispering praises while his hips bucked against your legs. ”takin' it so well for me pup, isn't that right?” his voice only pushed you further, making you cry out his name.

it was when sirius felt the cold exposure in small spots and lines on his back, formed from the drawn blood, that something switched inside him. his breathing got heavier, his hips moved against your body at a higher speed, forcing shorter, higher-pitched moans out of your mouth. it made your mind begin to feel fuzzy and your cunt pulsate around his cock.

”you were so desperate to get off weren't ya? completely ditched breakfast for this,” you scratched again at his back, wrapping your legs around his middle to bring him closer. ”mhm, always am-” he cut you off with a particularly sharp rut against you. ”fuck- siri-” he grumbled a chuckle, his breath fanning hot against your skin. ”i know pup, i know.” sirius kissed your ear lobe and down your jawline.

”sirius m'gonna cum.” you mumbled, feeling yourself clench down on his cock. without seeing him, you could tell he was smiling. ”please don't stop. need this. need you.” the way your said the words, clearly sweat coated and heavy, drove him to press into your harder. ”you gonna cum on m'cock, is that right?” you repeatedly hummed a yes to him, trying to muffle your sounds in his neck.

”sirius m'cumming.” that was the most warning you could give him before you squeezed down harder, letting your orgasm wash over you. ”mhm, almost there sweets.” a few more slaps of skin and he halted his movement with his thighs pressed against the backs of yours, filling the latex around his cock with his seed. still, you could feel the warmth of it against your walls and it made you smile. he rode out his high within you, pulling out to look at you.

you were already beginning to lose yourself to sleep without a thought to the slick of sweat on your body, happily fucked out and satisfied. ”yeah, you're definitely more trouble than me gorgeous.” he pulls you off of his bed, making you groan. ”i gotta clean you up dollface, work with me here.” you nod to him, trying to assist him by pushing your weight up and into his arms. he always did his best to do right by you.

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Take a Chance with Me | OP81

oscar piastri x reader (fc: huh yunjin)

— Part 1

Next Part

Summary : Y/n's mistakenly takes someone's drink at a party. Despite the initial embarrassment, they engage in light chit-chat and discover a sense of familiarity. Oscar introduces himself, and they exchange greetings, marking the beginning of a new chapter in their story.

Notes: hiii! this is my first writing, if there are any grammatical errors or some other mistakes i wanna apologize in advance. I hope you like it and have fun while reading this<3 lemme know if you like it thankyouuuu

Y/n chuckled when she remembered how embrassed it was when she took the wrong glass and sipped it like nothing was wrong. But she could feel the confused look from someone beside her. "I'm thinking you might have grabbed mine by mistake." She glanced to her side, wondering if the words she had just heard were indeed meant for her.

"Huh?" She finally turned to fully face that man. He chuckled at her puzzled expression, but eventually, with a raised eyebrow, he pointed to the glass she was holding. "Oh my goodness! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to take your drink." Her eyes widened in shock, and her heart raced as embarrassment flooded over her. He held back his laughter. "No worries. I can take another one," as he said, he cracked a grin like a friendly cat. His eyes squinted playfully, giving off a vibe that was both laid-back and amused. "Let me grab you another one." "No need for that, I-" Ignoring him, she sauntered away to fetch a new drink, intending to replace the one she had mistakenly taken from him earlier. It didn't take long for y/n to return. Once she returned, they engaged in light chit-chat, chatting about who invited them to the party. It wasn't until later that she realized the guy she'd been talking to looked kind of familiar. "So, which friend brought you here tonight?" she asked. "Oh, just through some mates, racing circles and all. What about you?" "Just here with a friend. By the way, you seem oddly familiar. Have we met before?" "I get that a lot. Maybe you've seen me on the street or something."

She just laughed, shrugged it off, and took another sip of her drink. At the same time, he shot her a cheeky smile, sneaking a few glances while she checked out the scene around her. After a bit, he decided to break the ice, "I'm Oscar, by the way."

"I'm y/n. Nice to meet you, Oscar."

With a cheerful smile, they exchanged a warm handshake. It marked the beginning of a new chapter in their story.

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"Okay, i'll counting the days until you return."

She laughs, then stands up and pulls Oscar into her arms. "You're doing a good job. Keep going!"

"I'll miss you." He hugs her tighter, as if he's not willing to let her go.

"Me too."

They fall into a moment of silence, soaking in each other's warmth before having to go back to being apart for a period of time they don't know how long.

She never expect the party that night to lead her into a complicated situation, where she has to love someone who is out of her reach. Remembering how stupid she was that night for not recognizing Oscar right away when his face looked so familiar, and how Oscar didn't say anything until she finally realized.

"Oh! I have something for you."

She opens her bag and takes something out. A bracelet with a four-leaf clover. "I don't have the skill to draw, and I wouldn't risk making your helmet look ugly."

Oscar takes the bracelet and immediately puts it on. "I can't agree more. But it's more than enough," he replies mischievously while laughing. He is so happy to see the bracelet now neatly wrapped around his wrist. "Thank you."

"Your lucky charm when I'm not around."

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pucksandpower · 11 months

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Lewis Hamilton x Queen of Latin Music!Reader - Social Media AU

lewishamilton posted a story

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yourusername temporada de fresas 🍓

(Translated from Spanish: strawberry season 🍓)

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lewishamilton delicious

y/nupdates excuse me, sir???

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lewishamilton Feeling beyond blessed on my birthday 🙏🏽 Thank you for filling my heart with love, joy, and the most incredible music. Here’s to another year of embracing the magic of life ❤️🎵

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yourusername “slipstream” with XNDA is out now! hope you guys love it ❤️

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⤷ Wait … did I just hear that correctly? Did Lewis call Y/N his wife?

⤷ He said it so naturally that I didn’t even realize until you pointed it out 😳

⤷ It’s definitely a surprise but I absolutely love them together! They are so much happier with each other

⤷ This is a bombshell considering they never even officially announced they were engaged in the first place

⤷ Who can blame them for wanting to keep it private after so much of their lives has been aired to the public? This just goes to show that they are well and truly in love

⤷ I hope this means we continue to get more music collabs from them

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mercedesamgf1 congratulations to our favorite paddock couple! wishing you a lifetime of happiness and success together

georgerussell63 i’m not even mad because they’re my favorite paddock couple too

carmenmmundt honestly same

billboard congrats! we can’t wait to see the hamilton-y/l/n family expand (and by that we mean new music of course 😉)

f1wagupdates what do you know that we don’t?

lh44updates i’m not sure what i want more: for them to release a new song collab or for them to have the most adorable baby ever

y/nupdates why not both?

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y/nupdates umm are you guys seeing this???

donatella_versace so stunning, my darlings! thank you for giving me the honor of designing your wedding dress (and roscoe’s tux) 🩷

formulanone when a dog gets to wear something that costs more than your rent 🫠

paddockstyle roscoe is a fashion icon just like his father

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buckyhad · 6 months

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Sharing is caring vol.2

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader x Oscar Piastri

Tw: smut, and z4k br0wn thats it

It was suposed to be a little party, something between some friends, an intimate birthday.

Till Max got drunk and decided to get shit-faced everyone with him.

That's how you ended dancing alone with Oscar.

"Mate" Max hitted hard Lando's shoulder multiple times "Oscar is fucking dancing with your girlfriend" he said.

"Mmm" Lando said finally paying attention to his friend.

"You arent going to say anything?" Charles added.

"Oh" Lando's drunk brain catched on the situation, his girlfriend and boyfriend were dancing on public, in front of his friends and he was acting like nothing "Yes, yes" he started walking towards them.

"Love, you need to stop, Max and Charles are watching you two" the brit grabbed your hips, capturing Oscar's hands.

"Let them watch" the aussie said, kissing Lando making you giggle.

"You are going to kill them" you said dancing in between them.

"Are we watching the same thing?" Charles asked Max.

"Interesting" Max nodded his head.

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Lando woke up by the loud ringing of his phone "Hello?".

"No, no hello. What the fuck?" Zak asked loudly through the phone.

"Good morning to you too".

"It's three in the afternoon. And why the fuck I just saw pictures of you kissing your teammate and he kissing your girlfriend!".

"Oh" Lando cursed quietly "Well, umh" he scratched his neck "We are in a relationship".

"I already knew that, but what about Oscar!" Zak said again.

"That's what I said, the three of us are in a relationship".

"This is a pr nightmare".

"I know, well, bye" the brit said before hanging.

"Who was that love?" You asked.

"Zak, someone leaked photos of last night" he said rubbing his temple "This is so so bad" Lando said.

"It's okay love, lets relax for now" Oscar said between kisses on the brit's shoulder.

"Yes, you have lots of time to be worried" you said before kissing him, grabbing his neck tl bring him on top of your body.

"Just relax, we would take care of you" the australian talked, grinding his hips against Lando's.

"Fuck, please" he whined.

"Needy" you teased rubbing against his front, making the older guy a moaning mess.

"So so needy" Oscar started to take both of their boxers off their bodies, tossing them aside, being follow by your underwear "We are going to take care of you" he said while teasing the older one entrance.

"Both of you are such a tease" Lando whined.

"We know love, just enjoy" you spitted on your hand to wet his dick, to finally get him inside while Oscar kept working him up.

"Please" he cried looking at his boyfriend once he was deep inside.

"Fuck" Oscar kissed him when he started pushing inside "fuck" he chanted while setting the rythm

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A/N: hello hello, im alive, enjoy🤭 and send your asks so I can write them!!

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norrizzandpia · 6 months

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i love your story’s but the way you write oscar and lando are amazing!!!!

okk so i have an idea where the reader is a f1 driver and is a rookie this year as well and her and oscar and have been teammates since karting they ended up going to boarding a school together as well so they are best friends but oscar’s always been in LOVE with her and she just always thought he thought of her as a sister so she never showed any romantic feelings but maybe everyone on the grid thought they were dating and they are at club or party after race and the reader is being flirted with a stranger and the grid notices thinking the two were together telling oscar who denies they are together but still goes over their and drags her out of the part and he gets jealous and admits his feelings maybe angrily admits them and the reader smiled and kissed him

lowkey could see the reader as a landos little sister if you wanted to add more of a story or drama :)

This was so fun to write 🤭 i hope y’all like it

Loving You in the Shadows (OP81)

Summary: They’ve been together for years. Well, they haven’t been together for years. Yet.

Warnings: language, angst, happy ending tho, lots of yearning and longing, sad Oscar

Note: hehehe have fun everyone!!!! Btw shes a long one so buckle up

Lando’s little sister was the first thing he and Oscar bonded over. Throughout the years, he had heard of the friend Y/n had made through karting and school. He was quite elated to hear she was having so much fun with this boy, silencing his worries over the Australian’s intentions. They had met a few times before Oscar officially became his teammate with Oscar having come over to the house multiple times during holidays. Nonetheless, when they were introduced as teammates, Lando took to truly getting to know Oscar.

Surprisingly, getting to know Oscar proved to be easy as all the Australian wanted to talk about was Lando’s little sister.

That was the first time Lando truly ever had an inkling Oscar felt more for Lando’s little sister than he let on. The nagging feeling was forced to the forefront of his brain when Oscar won his first podium and the first person he went to find in the crowd was the girl who had placed P5, his “best friend”. Watching them hug and Y/n shouting out how proud she was of him, Lando clocked the unfamiliar glint in Oscar’s eyes as he stared down at her. It was unlike anything he had ever seen and that image plagued his mind at all times of the day.

He pushed to know more about them, his sister having been decently private about their friendship to everyone. He would slip in small questions about their previous times together every once in a while, amassing information over time.

He learned just how close they grew when they lived one building from each other in school, Oscar making it a regular routine to spend most days over at her dorm as they did homework together. He began to observe her face as she reminisced on that part of their life together. A lazy, adoring smile on her face as she detailed the moment where Oscar had snuck out of his dorm to show up at hers and demand help on his English essay. She would laugh and shake her head as if she was right back there, experiencing the moment again.

Suddenly, he was getting whiplash, realizing his sister was wholly in love with his teammate.

Their interactions became clearer to him even though they were, on the surface, completely platonic. The way her hands would stay glued to her sides, physically trying to restrain herself from reaching out for him; the way he would hug her and hold on a millisecond too long, just enough to breathe her in the way he desperately wanted to, but not enough for it to raise eyebrows.

That was when he understood they were both in love with each oth- “Mate?”

Oscar’s voice filled his thoughts, shutting off the episode he was watching in his head.

Shaking his head, Lando looked up at his teammate standing over him, “What’s up?”

Oscar’s eyebrows pulled together, “The team’s been calling you for ages. They’re ready for us.”

Lando’s mouth formed an “o” shape, nodding vigorously as he checked his phone to see all the missed calls and texts.

“I know you’re usually late, but you seemed kind of far away when I found you. You okay?” Oscar asked, head turned to him as they began walking toward the film equipment.

Lando feigned innocence, “Mmm, yeah? I’m fine.”

Oscar shook his head, “If you say so.”

Their conversation ended there as they reached the woman interviewing them for a Sky Sports segment. The two sat in their chairs, looking expectantly at the presenter with the flashcards in her hands.

The red light glowed bright, a sign for them to reel themselves in and slide into their PR trained skins, “Hi, everyone! Welcome back to another Sky Sports interview. Today we welcome some of the most talked about drivers on the grid as of right now, Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris! Hi, boys!”

They nodded simultaneously, smiles prevalent on their faces. Their time with the woman was limited, so she flew into questions quickly. Gradually, they transitioned from topics such as their car and the expectations they hold for the rest of the season to more personal ones such as Y/n.

“So, you both have a pretty close relationship with another driver on the grid, Y/n Norris. Of course, Lando, she’s your sister and Oscar, your best friend. Has that proved to be difficult? Having to share that time with her on top of how busy all your schedules are?” The woman smiled, leaning her elbow on her knee as she searched for the “real answers” behind their eyes.

Lando coughed to cover up his scoff, slightly annoyed by such an insinuation. His little sister never had a problem with priorities and self-discipline. The three all understood that F1 took a pretty heavy emphasis on her schedule, but they also saw how much effort she put in to keep their relationships growing. They never had to “share” her because she was already balanced enough to see everyone.

By the time Lando calmed his annoyance and protectiveness, Oscar had taken the question.

“No, not at all. Having to share her has never and will never be a thing. She’s an incredibly smart person who is capable of managing her time and managing it well. She has proved time and time again that, even when F1 gets crazy, we still hold a place in her schedule. To think that Lando and I essentially fight for her attention is weird and completely untrue.”

The woman is taken aback by his firm answer, however Lando can see the wheels turn in her head as she calculates her next words, “You seem very close with her, Oscar.”

It’s as if he doesn’t understand her inference, his smile brightening as he speaks, “Yeah! Y/n and I have been friends for years. She and I made some great memories together during our karting days and especially our boarding school days.”

Again, he doesn’t seem to notice the way in which his words have communicated, the presenter’s eyes bulging as she smiles tightly, “Oh?”

“Yeah!” Lando’s shoulders sink as he watches his teammate get taken advantage of by the press, knowing everyone will be misconstruing and manipulating his words. His green eyes glaze over as the feelings of hopelessness overtake him. He wishes to protect his little sister’s oasis with Oscar as much as he can, yet he fails in this instance.

Nevertheless, the interview concludes and the two boys are sent on their way, chatting freely again.

It’s by pure coincidence that they run into Y/n, the girl running around the paddock manically. She runs straight into Oscar’s chest as they round a corner, his arms immediately wrapping around her at the movement. When it dawns on the two of them who have just interrupted their conversation, identical smiles fall on their faces. Smiles which hold two very different forms of love.

“Y/n!” Oscar says cheerfully, falling into their forced hug comfortably.

Lando murmurs a quick hello, going into observation mode as if it’s second nature. What his eyes catch this time is the same thing they always have: lovesick grins and barely there touches.

He nods along with whatever his sister spouts off, his mind elsewhere. Although, when he sees Oscar’s face fall at her information and his body flying around, running in the direction they just came from, he realizes it’s probably best to tune in.

“What’s going on?” He asks, concerned, whilst grabbing his sister’s arm and forcing her to stay long enough to clue him in.

Her chuckling makes the tension in his shoulders ease, “Oh, it’s just I lost that McLaren sweatshirt Oscar gave me with his number on it last year. I know it’s in the paddock somewhere because I showed up wearing it, but I can’t remember where I put it.”

Lando’s face scrunches, “Why do you have merch from another team? And why are you wearing it to a race where you’re working for another team?”

Her innocent smile equates to his heart crushing, her naivety getting the best of her, “Because Oscar got it for me and I want to support him. He’d do the same for me.”

He nods, not wanting to bring up the topic of Oscar having feelings for her again after they’d had it so many times before. All he does is scoff obnoxiously as she runs off after Oscar, yelling, “When are you going to wear one of my sweatshirts?!”

Her gleaming face catches his eyes, “Never! That’s what sisters are for!”

He laughs to himself, “That doesn’t make any sense!”

But, she’s too far to hear him and, in the distance, he sees her reach Oscar, her body crashing into his as she hugs him from the side. His arms coming around to squeeze her impossibly close, Lando wonders if they’ll ever realize what’s left unsaid.

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Dinner with the grid is always chaotic and tonight is no different. Every single driver in the 2023 season sits in a chair in the corner of a luxurious restaurant, a table so loud people have purposefully moved away. Their laughs echo off the walls and different conversations taking place from every part of the table announce their presence unlike anything else.

“Lando, I’ve always wondered how you felt when Oscar and Y/n told you they were together?” Charles’ giddy voice floats across the party, everyone clueing in to Lando’s answer whilst simultaneously keeping their chatter going.

It’s only when Oscar and Y/n deny their being together that the group falls incredibly silent.

“What?” Daniel asks in disbelief, eyes bulged and mouth agape as he stares at the two.

Lando shakes his head, not surprised in the least that his friends and coworkers believed in something so obvious.

“We aren’t together?” Y/n repeats, Oscar’s face heating up as he sinks slightly into his chair beside her.

Esteban slams his hands on the table as he gasps, slightly drunk, “Yes, you are!”

It’s when his sister stutters, at a loss for words, that Lando steps in, “They aren’t together, guys.”

Every driver aside from the two McLaren drivers and the one female driver sits frozen in their seats, minds reeling from the revelation.

“But,” Alex begins, “what about Y/n wearing Oscar’s number?” His eyes meet each driver, still stunned.

Y/n laughs, “It’s a joke!”

Lando sees the way Oscar’s eyes slowly trail up to stare at the side of her face. They’re drowning in sorrow and longing, the first time Lando’s ever seen him so openly yearn for her. It’s sobering, the turmoil Lando witnesses pass through his friend. He’s so inclined to stand up and yell at them for being so stupid all these years, but he’s so blatantly aware of the fact that they’ll never admit it until they’re absolutely pushed to their breaking point.

While Oscar seems to be reaching it, Lando knows him too well to understand that he’ll go farther, so determined to keep her in his life. The thought makes him down the rest of his beer, wishing greatly for something stronger.

The universe compliments his idea when the waiter comes by and drops the different checks.

“Let’s get to this club, yeah?” He yelps, everyone seemingly dropping the topic of Oscar and Y/n at the notion.

Whoops and hollers meet his ears as everyone throws down their credit cards, the excitement a deep contrast to the sunken face of his teammate.

—

“I’m going to go get another drink!” Y/n yells over the loud music, her words directed mostly toward her brother and best friend although the entire table picks up on it. If anything, Lando’s beat when it comes to the amount of protection held toward his sister. With her being the only woman on the grid, each driver took up a special kind of defensiveness when it came to her. Her age contributed to it greatly, her being slightly younger than Oscar and making her the youngest on the grid. They’re all careful with her, something Lando’s grateful for as time and time before have proven that when he’s not looking out for her, someone else is.

The group nods, Y/n smiling and chuckling at their synchronization and attentiveness to her whereabouts. Their eyes linger on her, making sure she makes it safely to the bar, but it’s fleeting once they become engrossed in their conversation again. Oscar’s gaze stays with her, something everyone else notices.

Max is the first one to call him out on the elephant in the room, “How are you guys not together?”

Oscar seems to think the champion is talking to something else, his entire face turned to the side as he watches the bartender not-so-discreetly look down her top.

Lando hits him on the arm and it’s enough to bring him back from the angry thoughts warring on in his mind, “Sorry, what?”

George presses just as Max is about to, “How are you two not together?”

Oscar shakes his head, “It’s never come up.”

Lando involuntarily lets out a noise of disagreement, all drivers turning to him. He gives Oscar a side glance, “Come on, mate. That’s not true.”

Immediately, Oscar gets defensive. His arms come up frustratedly as he scoffs, “It hasn’t!”

Carlos laughs slightly, “Hasn’t or you haven’t worked up the confidence to initiate it?”

Oscar groans, sitting back in the booth, and speaking quickly, “I don’t know what to tell you all here. We’ve been friends for years and the feelings I have for her mean shit. They always have and they always will. It’s not worth destroying the bond I already have with her trying to get a new one.”

Lewis’ response is instantaneous, “You sure?”

His comment would’ve gone ignored if his eyes hadn’t been looking off curiously into the party. Pairs of eyes follow his and Oscar’s heart drops at the sight they all collectively come to meet.

A random man lays a hand on Y/n’s waist as they lean on the bar beside them. She laughs at something he says and lays a hand on his bicep before utilizing the fact that he’s taller than her and giving him a look that would have any man falling to their knees. The drivers, except Oscar, tear their gaze away, giving each other minor glances that say way more than words could.

Even with all the noise around them, it’s quiet in their corner as they stare at Oscar, trying to anticipate his next move. Lando thinks he’s about to get about and dart over, claiming what’s always been his, but, at the last moment, the Australian whips his head back around and takes a sip of his drink, acting nonchalantly.

The group sighs, all giving up and going back to their side conversations. Oscar’s the only one to sit with himself, quietly, and Lando knows it’s because he’s trying so hard to restrain the last bit of self-control. He can practically see the battle going on within the walls of his head, recognizing that kind of self-doubt and sympathizing.

At some point, Oscar loses the battle he’s been fighting for years and abruptly stands from the table, jostling glasses as he runs through the crowd.

The rest of them nod, satisfied, and turn their heads away, feeling as if they need to give the two privacy for a moment that could either go perfectly right or horribly wrong.

When he reaches her, the flirting has gotten worse. Hands linger in places he’s wanted to touch for years and eyes stare at the lips he’s wanted to kiss for, what feels like, his entire life.

He sidles up to her as if he’s done it for so long, “Babe, what’s taking you so long?”

Her eyes meet his when she feels his hands circle around her waist, Oscar’s hands having pushed the other man’s away once he got there.

She gives him a quizzical look at the pet name before beginning, “Osc, what’s u-”

He extends his arm, interrupting her and setting his eyes on the stranger he loathes, “I’m Oscar. Y/n’s boyfriend.”

He can see out of his peripheral how her face contorts in mass amounts of confusion, “Wha-” She tries again, but it’s the other man that stops her this time.

“Boyfriend? Oh, my bad, mate, I didn’t know.” The guy says, truly remorseful for his “mistake” and it hits Oscar right in the chest. This man seems genuine and nice, everything Y/n deserves, yet he cannot physically bring himself to let anyone else know what she tastes like, feels like, loves like.

Even though he hasn’t experienced any of those things, he’s determined to.

—

The car ride is quiet as Oscar drives the two of them back to the hotel they’re staying at. After he pulled her away from the man, she had shut him out for the rest of the night, gluing herself to Lando. Her brother must have caught on because when it came to him driving her home, he bailed and forced her to get in Oscar’s car.

There was no further discussion, he shut her up with “I’m your big brother. You’re going to follow what I say.”

To say she was annoyed would be the biggest understatement of the year. She was close to fuming.

Oscar didn’t push her, not wanting to add fuel to the fire when he started it, so they sat in silence.

Uncomfortable silence. Something they had never experienced together.

When he pulled into the parking space in the structure, she flew out and slammed the door behind her.

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” He concurred, eyes blurring as he stared at her retreating frame.

She stopped, turning around and staring at him from her side of the garage.

“Why?” She asked aggressively.

“Why what?” He asked back, standing by the trunk of his car.

She exhaled a loud breath and walked closer to him, “Why’d you interrupt me with that guy? Why’d you say you were my boyfriend?”

Suddenly, his confidence from earlier was fading and he began to retreat back to the safe excuses, “You looked uncomfortable.”

He walked away from her, keys clinking against the cards of his wallet before the sound of her rapid footsteps replaced it. Her small hand wrapped forcefully around his arm and turned him around.

What he found was a red Y/n, exhausted with anger, “I fucking wasn’t!”

He shrugged, acting indifferent, something he didn’t know hurt Y/n deeply, “Oh, sorry.”

He tried to turn around again, run away from her and this situation, but her hands pulled him back once more.

“Jesus, Y/n! Can you let me go to bed?” He exclaimed, annoyance with himself rather than annoyance with her. Though, she didn’t know that. The two were in the same situation yet so far apart: both in love with each other, but too engrossed in their own fears and insecurities to realize the pleading in the other’s eyes was the same swimming in theirs.

“No!” She yelled, hands flinging out by her sides, “Tell me why you said you were my boyfriend, Oscar!”

She was determined now, not deterred by his disagreeance, “Fuck, no, Y/n! It’s fucking nothing! Leave it alone!”

Her hands on his shoulders, she began shaking him lightly, “Why, Oscar?!”

Their yelling was bouncing off the concrete walls of the building. If anyone else was in it, they would be able to hear their long overdue argument clearly.

His mind closed in on itself, going haywire at the feelings of panic. He wasn’t ready to lose her, wasn’t ready to blurt out his feelings and have his whole world come crashing down around him. The friends held different determinations, the topics of which should have pushed them closer together, but continued to push them apart.

His eyes darted around as she yelled again, “Oscar! Why?!”

It was frantic and quick, his response, “YOU KNOW WHY!”

His loud yell had her coming back with the same amount of volume, both testing just how echoey the walls around them could be.

“NO, I FUCKING DON’T! I NEVER HAVE! WHY DID YOU DO THAT TONIGHT?”

“BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU! FUCK, I’M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU AND IT’S EATEN ME ALIVE THIS WHOLE TIME! I’M SO FUCKING SICK OF LOVING YOU FROM THE SIDELINES AND WATCHING EVERY OTHER GUY BE LOVED BY YOU, SOMETHING THEY DON’T EVEN DESERVE, BY THE WAY! HELL, I DON’T EVEN FUCKING DESERVE IT, BUT I’M TOO IN LOVE WITH YOU TO THINK THAT WAY. I FUCKING LOVE YOU, Y/N.” He stopped to catch his breath, volume retreating back to a quiet whisper as he looked down at her, “I fucking love you.”

She stared back at him, hands still on his shoulders, with a shaking frame. Her mind lost all power as she smiled at him, immediately moving her hands closer to his neck and bringing his lips down to hers.

What he thought would be a rejection turned out to be something he had thought about for an ungodly amount of time. Her plush, soft lips met his in a tender way, slowly melding together.

There were only a few times in Oscar’s life where he became so overwhelmed with emotion, he broke out of his unbothered persona and showed the outside world the intense feelings he was experiencing.

This was one of those times.

He grabbed her waist as if it grounded him in such a heavy moment. They stood, huddled together, in the middle of the parking lot kissing each other with such certainty that it reaffirmed the inferences made by everyone else.

Their friends, families, co-workers were all right. Everyone was right.

That revelation sat in Oscar’s chest as he tangled his other hand in her hair and pushed her lips further into him. He had wasted so much time engrossed in his feelings for her, he had failed to see hers.

From the nights she spent staying up late because he wasn’t prepared for whatever test they had the next day to the times she would solely come over to his house to cook food because he hadn’t eaten anything for dinner and didn’t know how to cook it himself now held a different light. A light that was no longer shunned by the longing he had been distracted with. A light that exemplified her kind, loving demeanor, something so comforting it couldn’t ever possibly pass as platonic. A light that slapped him so hard across the face, woke him up so harshly, he found himself thinking back to all their times together and realizing that while he was yearning for her love, she was yearning all the same.

When they pulled away and he was met with her grin, the grin she had given multiple times before, his brain recognized how adoring it was.

Always adoring him, always loving him, right in front of him.

He sighed softly, “You love me.”

He stated it in disbelief, but she confirmed when she nodded softly, “Yes, I do.”

He kissed her softly again, “I’m sorry for how long it took me to realize.”

She shook her head, “It’s my fault all the same, Osc.”

He laughed and moved to pull her into him, hugging her. Their hug, however, felt different. Now, he could let his hands linger and wander freely. Now, she could breathe in his scent openly, committing it to memory.

Now, they could love each other in the way they wanted to.

Still, lonesome in the parking lot, he pulled away and smiled at her, “The one thing I’m not sorry for, though, is pulling you away from that guy.”

She laughed, a sound he could now outwardly call his favorite sound, “Me too, Osc. Me too.”

A/N: hope you liked it (and cried) 😚 also lmk if y’all want a pt 2 to this where Oscar and yn go public to Lando, the grid and the public and everyone’s like “ok… we knew it was going to happen anyway 🤨” bc i think that could be funny

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sugairsstuff · 2 months

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Hii,

I have a request I love protective Rhys so can you do a Rhys x reader where someone insults her and Rhys gets all overprotective and angry, like how dare they insult my mate🤭

I hope you have a great day and thank u for writing it

Bye❤️

i’m sorry for taking so long to write this! i hope you enjoy my spin on the prompt <3

i’m flattered

rhysand x fem/reader

warnings: none

description: a noble has quite a lot to say regarding your appointment to high lady. as much as you’d like to do it yourself, your loving mate swoops in to put them in their place.

Coming to the Court of Nightmares to play pretend in these political dances veiled in the disguise of a party was never something you were excited about through all your immortal years of knowing Rhysand. So, naturally, you were feeling an extra weight of anxiety now that you would be attending as the High Lady of the Night Court—therefore a major piece in what was originally just Rhysand and the Court of Nightmare’s game of chess. You understood your mate morphed himself into an entirely different person as he believed that the one way to keep this imbalanced section of the Night Court under order was to keep them intimidated with the illusion of a cruel leader—for who would challenge someone who held no moral bounds?

While your mate had years—if not centuries—of practice in carefully carving this mask to wear at a ball that wasn’t even a masquerade, you had only been High Lady for two years. Before that, you kept your head low or simply did not attend the events held in this part of the court. It goes without saying that you were extremely prone to criticism, which was especially worrying in a place that was kept under control through the guise that they were not allowed to question their authority.

Alas, your lover insisted that it would be better for you to attend with him. Rhysand promised that you were safe there in his company (and that the food and drinks would be to your liking), while urging that it was better to show your face and prove that these Fae did not make you afraid than stay behind and let them mumble amongst themselves. Because, of course, this court was no longer run by only the High Lord, so now you needed to demand respect as well.

Standing in the mirror, you decide that at least it was somehow easing to be wearing such an elegant gown to the ball. With long sleeves and a deep plunge, your black dress hugs your curves and falls over your hips to the floor. You thought it was a nice touch that the ends of the long skirt are flecked in white that gave the illusion you had just waded through a pool of stars. Your hair is done up nicely as well to flaunt your neck and the silver jewels decorating it, the light piece of jewelry falling deep on your chest.

“I’m wondering if bringing you may be a mistake after all,” a familiar voice hums lovingly behind you. You whirl around from the mirror, brows furrowed as you watch your mate expectantly for an explanation.

Rhysand chuckles, raising his hands in a surrendering gesture as he pushes himself off of the doorframe he was leaning against, “You are one beautiful distraction, darling. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stay focused on politics when I have the brightest star in Prythian right at my side. That’s all.”

You roll your eyes regardless of the fact you’re now sure you didn’t need to put blush on when doing your make up earlier. “Oh, yeah, cover it up, Mr. High Lord,” you huff in faux annoyance, though perhaps some real insecurity.

Rhysand was quick to notice that, and even quicker to invade your personal space by wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you to his chest. “Don’t forget Mr. High Lord needs his Mrs. High Lady there,” he coos, grinning when his cheesy words evoke a sweet laugh from your lips.

You decide to change the topic rather than continue to brood over the inevitable reality of the ball you are about to be an unwanted spotlight in. “Is everyone else ready?” you ask, thinking of your friends who also are expected to be attending due to political reasons. Azriel, Cassian, and even Mor were always expected to at least show their faces.

Rhysand nods idly, clearly too distracted by you to shift his mind to be thinking about them. “They’re waiting, but I’m sure they won’t mind it if we’re a little late,” he says, grinning like a feline as he leans down over you to try and capture your lips with his. You evade Rhysand’s flirtatious attempts to seduce you by leaning back and resting your palm against his chest.

“Nuh-uh. No way am I being late to this thing,” though you pause and return his playful grin, “though if it goes well, maybe we can celebrate later. The zipper on this dress is pretty difficult to undo,” you hum.

“I’d be glad to lend a hand with that.” he winks, smiling like a fool as his boyish attitude earns yet another laugh from you.

Rhysand was a tempting sight to be seen, though. It appears as though he wanted to make you two look like dynastic royalty with the way you both are dressed, perhaps to look utterly untouchable to the rebellious crowd you are about to endure. His suit was pitch black, tailored perfectly to hug his V-shaped waist and embroidered with deep purple lacing at its hems. His sleek black hair is pushed back with what you assume is gel, though either by Rhysand’s doing or its own failure some of raven strands had fallen down over his forehead. You couldn’t help but make the allusion of you being the stars and him being the milky way.

“Alright, let’s go before you get too carried away,” you insist. And with that, Rhysand pulls you closer to him and winnows you to where your friends wait—some more impatiently, as Azriel stands with his arms crossed and an accusing expression at the two of you for being late.

By the time you arrive in the Court of Nightmares, you realize the party wasn’t starting without Rhysand and you. The throne room was done up extravagantly to meet the expectations of the High Fae citizens of Hewn City, the pure silver decorations a stark contrast to the deep, shiny ebony that the room was etched from.

Beautiful faces all around the room turn to watch you and your mate enter, their drinks idle in their hands and their conversations paused so that they can get a good look at the new High Lady. You swallow, keeping your chin up and moving on to the main floor alongside your mate. The back of Rhysand’s hand brushes yours, and when you turn to look up at him you see that he’s offering you his arm. You link your elbow with his, allowing him to lead you the rest of the way into the parted crowds.

When the pair of you begin to near the dais, you see only one throne sits at the centre of it. Rhysand seems to have this planned, though, as he gently guides you away and lets go of your elbow once you reach a small cluster of nobles. Of course, it all came down to symbolism and perception, because rulers who are supposed to be equals should have their own thrones to sit, and holding on to you when not walking would be seen as more controlling than chivalrous.

“High Lord, it’s been quite some time since you’ve visited,” one of the Fae spoke. Her features were sharp and dark, brought out by her even darker makeup. To your surprise, she turns to look at you, “And you’re not alone. You must be our new High Lady, I’ve never seen you at any of the parties here.” the nameless female hums, her gaze dragging down along you. You can see in her brown eyes she finds nothing to criticize as she releases a small ‘hmph’ of both disappointment and approval.

“Yes, I am. I’m glad to finally have the opportunity to visit Hewn City properly.” you respond, offering a small, neutral smile. You decided that maybe if you treat these people politely, and not allow any snide remarks to outwardly anger you, they would see you as immune to their judgment and would back down.

The female raises her brow. Rhysand later would tell you her name is Emelia, daughter of a family known for trades. But when you glance to your side, you realize your mate has been pulled aside with Mor in what looks like an unpleasant conversation with Keir, the steward of Hewn City.

Emelia decides to strike while you’re alone, having no respect for someone who, technically, wasn’t her direct authority, “Well, that makes it sounds like you weren’t allowed to visit the Court. Why, does your High Lord keep you at arm’s length?” she drawls, sipping her golden-flaked wine in a weak attempt to hide her triumphant smirk.

Your back straightens, stunned for only a moment at her implication. “Well, it’s just a little difficult finding free time to revel so often when there are duties I must see to for the Night Court as a whole. I’m not sure if you will understand, however, considering how many of these occasions you’ve mentioned you spend your time going to.” you quip, quickly realizing that being nice and courteous to people wouldn’t work, and that Rhysand was unfortunately right to maintain equilibrium in Hewn City through intimidation.

You leave Emelia fuming in your wake, not bidding her a farewell as you head to Rhysand who now converses with Keir alone. Your mate looks relieved when he sees you coming, moving like a wisp in your black dress across the ebony throne room. The male to his left, however, looks less than pleased to see you coming in contrast.

“Keir,” you greet as Rhysand bends to kiss your cheek in loving greeting.

Keir only says your name in return before looking to Rhysand. “Well, that’s all from me, enjoy your fun, Rhysand.” he says, sending a scrutinizing look your way before departing.

Your mate lets him go without the satisfaction of a response. Rhysand sighs, turning to face you and reaching a hand to adjust the positioning of your necklace. His hand brushes against your collarbone as you meet his eyes. “Was she giving you trouble?” he says, recalling that he had to leave you with Emelia, “I felt some tension on your end of the bond,” he murmurs, careful of the level of his voice due to the room being full of prying, pointy ears.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you assure him, taking your turn to do some adjusting by straightening the sculpted fabric of his overcoat. You thought you had managed yourself well with Emelia, who you assume was somewhere between a jealous young female to another rebellious citizen spewing the opinions fed to her by others, and your confidence began to return until you and Rhysand were silent enough for a conversation to reach your ears.

“Look at her. Dressed like a queen and yet she does nothing for the Night Court,” a male voice scoffed. You hear female and male voices laughing almost forcefully in adoration. The male continues, his voice only slightly muffled from the crowd and the distant music, “All I’m saying is, I don’t even work in politics and I could probably do a better job than her.”

After some more irritating cackling, a female voice pipes in, “The dress is tacky, anyway.”

With your heart in your stomach, you don’t even have the chance to look around and locate the owners of these voices as you notice your mate has already walked the few feet over to the small group near the edge of the throne room.

You worry that following after your mate and standing there as he, you assume, chides the yapping male, you make your way to the nearby refreshment table. Azriel thankfully stands there, who seems to be avidly trying to blend into the wall in order to avoid conversing with the unpleasant guests.

“Pretend we’re having a conversation. I’m eavesdropping.” you tell him once you arrive, and Azriel responds with a joking ‘yes, ma’am’ as you become another one of the pointy-eared eavesdroppers.

“Cielo,” you hear Rhysand drawl, a wicked grin on his face as he inserts himself into their conversation. Satisfaction begins to lift your heart back into place as the group’s laughter comes to an abrupt halt.

“Are you implying you think you’d be a better High Lady for me?” Rhysand hums, brow raising at Cielo, who now looks stiff with embarrassment. “Really, I had no idea you harboured such feelings for me, I’m truly flattered.” Rhysand continues just enough so that Cielo’s friends have turned their amusement to their rather humiliated looking pal.

Rhysand takes a step forward, a few inches taller than the glaring male. “I’d hate to break your heart, but if you ever speak about your High Lady and my mate in such a disgusting manner again, I will make an example out of you as to exactly what the punishment is for disrespecting your authority.” and just as his friends began to snicker, Rhysand’s sharp violet gaze turns to them. “And that goes for all of you,” he snaps. Rhysand stalks away, leaving the small crowd of Fae in silence as he finds you next to Azriel.

“You know,” you say cheekily, “I could’ve handled that, too.”

Rhysand sighs as he takes a glass of wine from the table, likely wanting some alcohol to stroke away the flames of his temper. “I know, darling. Sorry for beating you to it, I just couldn’t stand by and listen to them spit bullshit like that.” he scoffs. You can’t be bothered to be mad—too busy gleaming in triumph and pride over your love’s protectiveness.

“Well, I think they learned their lesson,” you giggle, glancing to the group who now watch you and Rhysand in weariness rather than entitlement.

“Good. If they can’t appreciate what you do for them, they could at least keep their mouths shut.” he hisses. You rest your hand on Rhysand’s elbow to bring his attention back to you.

“Why don’t we dance? That way, no one can judge us for not speaking to anyone.” you suggest.

Rhysand takes your hand and kisses the back of it, “I like the sound of that.” he agrees.

After a night full of dancing and more inevitable political conversations, you and Rhysand winnow back to the House of Wind as you call it a night. You find yourself standing in front of your long mirror, trying to reach back to undo the finicky zipper of your dress. You see Rhysand take a step closer to you in the mirror and feel as his hands snake into place on each side of your waist.

“So, how about that celebrating?” he grins to your reflection.

#acotar #rhysand #rhysand x reader #a court of thorns and roses #high lord rhysand #high lord of the night court #the night court #night court #rhysand x y/n #rhysand x you #cassian x reader #azriel x reader #azriel #cassian

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How They Would React to you Dressing up for Them - avatar headcanons

Pairing: fem! na’vi reader x lo’ak (aged up), x neteyam (aged up), x tsu’tey

warnings: fluff, “hinting” towards events, minor use of language

a/n: tsu’tey might seem a bit random in this line up as i haven’t written for him before, but i love him and i barely see people characterize him correctly which aggravates me so i had to 🤭

wc: 1.7k

LO’AK - actually dumbstruck. literally looks like a lovesick puppy with how big his eyes got when he looked at you. he blushes just at the sight of you and gives you a compliment. then begs to be the only one to see you in this outfit because he knows how beautiful the others will think you are.

“Can I please open my eyes now?” Lo’ak whined childishly, holding his hands over his face like you instructed and using all of his power not to peek through his fingers. “This better be good.”

You laughed softly at his complaining, adjusting the top you had on to make sure it fit correctly. You spent the last two days making a new outfit- the top adorned with delicate pearl-like beads that glistened when the light hit them, covering your chest just enough. The sheer fabric of your loincloth matched with similar beading, it being slightly longer than your usual one and accentuating your curves more.

“Yes, you may open them now.” You clasped your hands behind your back, tilting your head with a smile as you watched his hands drop and his eyes flutter open.

“Holy shit.” He swallowed hard, his pupils dilating as soon as they centered on you. In the blink of an eye he was up on his feet, causing you to giggle and nearly stumble back with how fast he approached you.

“Oh my Ey-“

“Do not say her name in vain!” You shushed him before he could continue, placing a finger to his lips with a teasing grin.

“You look…” His hands took hold of yours as his eyes trailed up and down your body, his mouth gapped slightly while he studied you with awe oozing from his stare. He stood completely enthralled, at a loss for words. “Wow, you look absolutely amazing.” His eyes finally locking with yours.

“Thank you, Lo’ak.” Your cheeks tinted that familiar pink-purple hue, looking away now that you felt shyness creeping up your chest.

His mouth turned to the shape of a small ‘O’, a high pitched whistle being heard from him next while he shook his hand as if it had touched hot coals. Something he had learned from his father— a cat call. According to Jake, that’s how they compliment women back on earth.

“Oh, stop it.” You brought your hand up and playfully smacked his shoulder, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as your smile only got bigger.

He chuckled, holding where you had smacked as if he were actually hurt. “Please, please, please tell me this is for my eyes only.” He breathed out, his tongue flicking out to lick his bottom lip when he gave you another once over. “Definitely for my eyes only.” He interjected before you could answer and lowered himself a bit, his hands coming behind your thighs to lift you up and into his arms.

“Lo’ak!” You gasped when your feet left the ground, instinctively looping your arms around his neck and giggling as he carried you off to your hammock.

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NETEYAM - already compliments you everyday, like smothers you in them to the point where it’s more common than hearing your name. he can’t get enough of you. the biggest smile comes onto his face when he sees you, immediately forgetting how tired he had been from his responsibilities earlier. you’re like a breath of fresh air to him and he can’t believe how lucky he got with you.

You paced back and forth in your tent, twiddling your fingers nervously as you waited for your mate’s return from the hunting party. He had been gone for almost three days now with Jake and the others, the longest you had ever been apart— so you wanted to surprise him when he got back. You knew Neteyam loved everything you did and every last detail about you; from the cowlick you had whenever you woke up in the morning, down to the four toes you had to stand on to kiss him whenever he returned. But for some reason you were still nervous.

You took a deep breath and turned around in the mirror, taking one last look at yourself and wondering if it was too much. Your top used intricate, small beaded loops to cover your decency, barely at that, and the sparse pearlescent material contrasted beautifully with the light colored, woven twine that held the top up around your neck. Your loin cloth matched; long and sheer, a very delicate material that was strictly meant to be worn for moments of intimacy.

You shook your head and pushed your shoulders back to reinstill your confidence. It was too late to change your mind, Neteyam would be home any minute now.

The creaking of footsteps against wood caused you to look over your shoulder, a smile creeping onto your lips as you watched your mate push aside the flap to your tent and emerge through the entrance. He looked exhausted, but handsome like always.

“My love, I’m home-“ He stopped dead in his tracks before he could make it all the way in, jaw nearly dropping to the floor when he saw you. He let the flap fall and hurriedly rushed inside, turning and poking his head back out as a precautionary measure to make sure none of the other males had witnessed what was only for him to see, then shut it tightly once more.

“Hi Nete.” You turned to face him with a sweet smile, your jet black and wavy locks were loose from their braids, cascading down your shoulders and ending just above your lower back.

He threw his belongings to the floor with zero regard for the fragility of some of them, and in seconds he was across the room and towering over you. You laughed to yourself at his newfound energy.

“Did I die on that hunting trip? I must be in heaven now, I am sure of it.” He purred, his hands smoothing down your shoulders and back up your arms while his eyes wandered with fascinated curiosity.

“No, you’re very much alive.” You blushed profusely, flashing him a bright smile and looking up at him lovingly as he admired you.

“You truly are a sight for sore eyes.” He shook his head in disbelief, his eyes still panning over your slender yet curvy frame and ending at your face. “Do a spin for me, princess.” He took your smaller hand into his large one, stepping back but keeping a gentle hold on your fingers.

You obliged, allowing him to help you give him a full 360. You giggled at the sound of a sharp inhale through teeth from Neteyam once your back was facing him, not needing to look back to know what he was reacting to. You returned to your former position to see him much closer than he was before, catching a glimpse of the starved look in his eye.

“So,” His hands found solace on your waist, holding your hips and pulling you flush against his heated skin. “What did I do to be lucky enough to come back to you like this, hm?” He hummed, his eyes flickering from yours and settling on your plush lips. God he missed you. He was impatiently waiting for you to answer, eager to close the gap that was separating the two of you.

You shrugged innocently, ribboning your arms around his neck and brushing the tip of your nose against his. “Just missed you, is all.” Your eyes half-lidded, lips expectant, you suddenly forgot what the conversation was about.

He pressed his lips against yours, wasting no time and deepening the kiss as soon as he felt you return it. You sighed into his mouth, hands cupping his face to bring him closer than he already was, which was impossible. His arms snaked around your waist as you stood on your toes, your chests pressing together as a result. You withdrew from him upon remembering air is crucial for survival, your chest rising and falling heavily as he tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Perhaps I should go away more often, then.”

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TSU’TEY - a man of very few words and emotion, we know this. Your relationship with him is secure and though he is not a words of affirmation kind of guy, you still know that he thinks you are beautiful. He values the strength of your heart, your perseverance in battle, just you more than anything else and he shows that through actions. He rarely focuses on material things. But seeing you in the outfit you made specifically for him, he can’t help but stare at you with astonishment written on his face. His expression was usually stoic and stern, so something as little as his an eyebrow raise meant that he was more than intrigued.

Tsu’tey sat upon a stool in your shared hut, a few braids that weren’t pulled back with the rest dangling over his face while he worked on sharpening his spear that had dulled from a long day’s hunt.

You emerged from behind the dressing curtain, standing a few feet from him. “Yawne,” your voice smoothed into his ears like silk. Without pausing his work or looking up he responded with a hum, one you would usually take as a sign to continue- but you wanted his undivided attention for this. “Tsu’tey.” You called.

His head raised in your direction, a spark of interest flittering within his golden orbs once they locked on you. He quirked an eyebrow, the corner of his lip that was usually downcast into a scowl was perking up into a grin. “What is the occasion?” His voice remained calm, collected.

“No occasion, just trying something new…” Your face flushed at his unwavering gaze, eyes falling to look down at your sheer beaded loincloth as if you didn’t already know what it looked like. “Do you like it?” You questioned, glancing at him hopefully.

“Mm,” He leaned over to the side, placing his spear onto the floor as well as the carving knife, now completely uninterested in what he had previously been doing. “Come.” His voice was low, his hand patting his thigh and beckoning you over. You could have sworn you saw a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

You couldn’t help but let out a small squeal in excitement at his noticeable approval, and an elated smile enveloped your features as you pranced over to your captivated mate.

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saintslewis · 11 months

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Pink + White

pairing: charles leclerc x black fem dj!reader

summary: in which your relationship with charles gets exposed so you decide to just hard launch

face claim: uncle waffles 😋

social media au. (with a bit of writing)

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yourinstagram mon amour

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user did we skip a few chapters??

user i don't remember seeing this in the prologue???

leclerk MARRIAGE?!

yourinstagram i'm just as surprised as you are tbh

carlossainz55 you have no idea how hard it was to keep this secret

charles_leclerc you are very much appreciated, mate

landonoriss i took the second pic btw 🤭

yourinstagram you want a cookie?

landonoriss yes pls

yourinstagram they're in the pantry, come over whenever

lewishamilton congrats you two! sending love and light 🤍

yourinstagram thank you Lewis 🥹 and thank you for making me work during our engagement party

lewishamilton i didn't know anyone better 😭

yourinstagram i'll take that hidden compliment, old man

user user look! she’s sooooo pretty! Charles is so lucky

user and they do look like the ending of pink + white

yourinstagram this is the sweetest thing ever omg??

fan my fav dj is engaged to my fav f1 driver?? what is life? tutorial?

yourinstagram we have a couples interview coming up soon so stay tuned for that 🩷

scuderiaferrari our favourite lady in red ❤️

yourinstagram didn't want to mess up this face beat but the tears are already flowing 🥹🫂

danielricciardo so i have a slight favour....

yourinstagram lemme hard launch in peace pls

lilymhe and how the FUCK have i never seen you at races?

yourinstagram what if i told you i'm an international super spy?

user SUPER SPYYY

ynstan we lost you to a YT MAN?!

yourinstagram listen, i love this yt man very much

arthurleclerc am i allowed to gloat that i was the first to know?

yourinstagram you can gloat but don't forget you literally barged in after the proposal

arthurleclerc why'd you call me out like this?

formula1 this was not on our 2023 bingo card but we love this very much

charles_leclerc my beautiful wife

yourinstagram my darling husband

f1wagupdates

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f1wagupdates looks like we have a new lady joining the paddock (she’s on the left!). Her name is Y/n Y/l/n (soon to be Leclerc) and she is an international dj by profession. She is reportedly two years younger than Charles and spends most of her off days in Monaco with him. The couple revealed their relationship by Y/n showing off a diamond ring on her latest post. We wish this beautiful couples nothing but happiness!

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user are we just gonna ignore the elephant in the room?

user is the elephant in the room with us? and if you're gonna say it, just say it with your chest you loser

user an insider said that she already deals with direct insults from paddocks around the world. i can't imagine what she's about to go through

user if you scroll on her page, all you see is her wearing skimpy clothes for her job with everything showing. charles deserves better

user if anything, she serves cunt in every way possible and when you say he deserves better, you're talking about yourself? bc boy do I have news for YOU 🤣

user love a black woman from infinity to infinityyyyyy

user my god, she is gorgeous

user saw her in show once and she is TALENTEDT

user here comes his 'wives' in the comments being weird

user like he's my husband but i will GLADLY be sister wives with her

user not sure if i want her or him or both

user when i saw the rumours, i didn't know that she was THIS pretty like how did Charles pull her????

f1wagupdates that's what we're thinking

user the twitter girlies were right omg and the fact that she drives the pista had to mean they were married bc literally no one but him drives that car

user she seems so sweet, i hope nothing bad happens to her

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charles_leclerc mi belle

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user how the hell did he pull her???

charles_leclerc her mom helped

sebastianvettel congratulations ❤️

charles_leclerc thank you, mate 🫂

carmenmmundt my girlfriend 😋

georgerussell63 hello??

charles_leclerc hello???

yourinstagram hey Carmen 🥰

user this hair colour on her is so pretty

maxverstappen1 the one lady that Yuki is taller than ❤️

yourinstagram i will literally burn all your rbr caps, don’t test me

maxverstappen1 what are you gonna do? hit my knees? 🤣

yourinstagram i’ll ban you from entering clubs :)

maxverstappen1 okay sorry y/n 😕

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"Does this hair look fine?" You looked at Charles as you flipped your hair to the front to decide on how you want to look on camera. The Monegasque man stared with you with such admiration that he didn't even realise he wasn't blinking. You nudged him to break him out of his trance that you seemed to have on him and he shook his head a little, giving you a boyish smile when he saw your amused face.

“Everything looks good on you, baby.” Charles complimented you, something he can’t go a day without doing. Your smile had closed your eyes as you held each other’s hands. The camera crew in front of you were in awe at the two of you showing each other your love.

“Okay, are you guys ready to begin?” The interviewer asked as she sat across from you two. You both nodded and scooted closer together. She had introduced herself and the both of you as her guests before you introduced yourselves as each other’s fiancés before your careers which caused the studio to laugh.

“How did you two meet?”

“Mon amour, you can start. I’ll add on here and there.” Charles encouraged, playing with the jewellery on your hand and staring at your engagement ring, all the memories of the proposal coming back to him. It was summer break for f1 and you two were in the hotel room overlooking Lake Como, feeling like you were in a movie. You had planned to get lunch then take a boat ride to a famous landmark there. When you had gotten there, it was quiet and you barely saw the photographer that Charles had hired for that day. You both stood in the huge butterfly garden, with you distracted by the flowers, he knelt down on his knee and professed his love for you, ‘pink + white’ by frank ocean playing in the background per his request. It was private yet so beautiful, calling both your families who knew and Arthur surprising you after the proposal.

“It’s a cute story if I do say so myself. I had taken my mom to Monaco as it has always been our dream and I was finally able to provide that for her. We were sitting in this pretty cafe in Monte Carlo and to be fair, we were gossiping and laughing so of course people would hear us but we weren’t that loud.” You smiled at the memory, seeing everything as you spoke.

“All during our lunch, Charles and Arthur, my brother in law, were sitting next to us and they were in their own realm too.” You said, giving him a look so that he could say his version of the story.

“Well um like Y/n said, I’m with my brother and I kept trying to hear what accent she had because it was beautiful. So I turn to her and ask her where she was from and we just started talking as her mom and my brother are waiting for us to finish. Her mom even said that we were meant to be because when we met, the dress she was wearing was the same colour as my eyes.” Charles spoke, constantly looking between you and the camera.

“He then asked to take me on a date the very next day and he said that he wanted to give me the universe and would be happy if i spent time with him, even if it were a short while. Three years later, here we are.” You concluded, showing your ring to the camera as you couldn’t stop smiling.

Just the beginning for the Ferrari boy and his queen.

#formula one x black reader #x black fem reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x black reader #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 x you #x black reader #Spotify

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soft-mafia · 6 months

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This has been in my head for a while. If you want Smut, how about where Buggy wished that he can be in the water (Beach) with his S/O for a "Hot Swim" but can't, because of his inability to swim. Until they hit an island with a secret natural hot-springs that Buggy and his S/O found; while the other crew mates were doing their business.

Since the hot river isn't salt water, Buggy can safely be in the water without going stiff and drown. Then things get... HOT.

Hot Swim [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, smut, skinny dipping, Buggy detaching his dick

a/n: OOOH this one is good teehee🤭 I feel like this was way too short😭

Buggy sighed as the Big Top passed by a beach, he looked at all of the young couples cuddling in the water. Damn, he grumbled to himself, what he wouldn’t give just to go swimming again.. just one more time.

He can’t even remember the last time he had a good swim, way back when he was a kid before Shanks made him eat that damn Devil Fruit. Buggy scowled and growled to himself.

Those damn kids.. they don’t know how good they have it, I couldn’t even set foot in water when I was their age!

“You ok, LoveBug?” Y/n came up next to Buggy, resting her hands and chin on his shoulder. The man sighed and hung his head low, “I’m fine.” He looked down at Y/n. “We’ll be at our stop in like.. 30 minutes?” She said, then looked up at him to meet his gaze, before looking back at the beach Buggy was looking at, seeing all of the people, “Wow are they throwing a party or something?”

“They’re some dumb kids being idiots, that’s what they’re doing!” Buggy snapped, grumbling with a bitter tone to his voice, “Look at them! Polluting these fine waters with their sweaty filthy bodies, blech!” He growled and detached an arm so he could throw an apple in the direction of the beach goers(obviously missing by a long shot, the apple made a loud *thunk* as it plopped into the water). He let out a gruff huff of air before turning and walking away, the coat he had draped on his shoulders swished dramatically as he turned.

Y/n tilted her head and gave Buggy a confused look, before slowly following after him. It wasn’t uncommon for Buggy to have his bitter outbursts, she couldn’t help but think it was kind of cute at times.

The Buggy Pirates were making another pit stop yet again, it made sense that they were always stocking up on food every few days considering Buggy could throw a celebration over a coin flip or something.. but that just meant more booze and food for the crew, and it’s Captain.

Buggy sighed as he stood and watched his crew, feeling extra grumpy as this island was unusually hot. He then felt tugging at his coat from behind. The man grunted and looked over his shoulder to see Y/n trying to be sneaky and steal his flashy jacket, “HEY!” He growled, holding the collars tightly to keep it on his shoulders, “Can you stop trying to steal my clothes for 5 seconds?! You don’t even need it!! It’s fucking scorching here!!”

“You don’t need it either!! You’re gonna get sweaty and smelly, I don’t wanna deal with that!” Y/n frowned at him, still tugging on his jacket, her knees buckling together as she worked against him.

Buggy detached his head and neck so he could face Y/n, looking down at her from high above(so he could have the allusion of towering over her, which was hard when he was just a head), “You just can’t handle a man’s natural scent huh?” He grunted, his eyes glanced over her form, and the way she was only dressed in a bikini top and tight fitting leggings; kind of appropriate for the hot weather, but as he looked over her some more he could feel the crotch of his pants getting tighter.

“Stop using your gender as an excuse to be gross!” Y/n continued to try and tug Buggy’s coat off.

Of course it was probably a million degrees in this place, but that just meant Buggy’s scent rubbed off on it more than usual; she was his girlfriend and she had rights to her boyfriend’s clothes; don’t judge.

Y/n lost her grip and screamed as she fell back, seemingly disappearing into the moss wall behind her.

Buggy let out a scream as well, watching the moss and vines basically swallow his girlfriend whole. His entire body detached, then reattached so that he was facing the right way before running in after her, “Y/N?!” He grunted when he ran into her back, he then paused, his hands on her shoulders from behind.

“What the hell is this place?” Buggy mumbled, squinting while looking past Y/n and at the scenery in front of him. It was just a small little pond.. with steam coming out of it, he furrowed his brows, grunting softly in confusion before he realized what he was looking at, “HOLY CRAP!! We found a hot spring!” He squeezed Y/n’s shoulders. “A hot spring? Eh.. too bad we’re devil fruit users.” Y/n shrugged, going to walk out until Buggy grabbed her again and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him.

“No! No! Hot springs aren’t sea water.. we’ll be perfectly fine!!” Buggy stated gleefully before slinging his coat to the side, already starting on stripping.

“You’re seriously gonna skinny dip? What if someone sees you?”

“We’re fine! This place is secluded enough, no one’s gonna find us out.. besides I don’t even remember the last time I had a dip in the water. If anything, I deserve this!” Buggy said, now completely nude, his fat cock hanging between his legs. Y/n tried her best not to look at it, but the sight of Buggy’s naked body right in front of her was making her blush, sure it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before, but still, that fluffy happy trail was oh so inviting.

Buggy looked over at Y/n with a soft grunt, “You’re not gonna join me? Come on, when’s the last time you’ve swam before?”

“I dunno.. I never really liked swimming in the first place so.. never?” Y/n shrugged. “WHAT?! Who the hell doesn’t like swimming?!” Buggy growled, his hands floating over to grab at Y/n’s arms, “First you tell me you don’t like meat, and now you’re telling me you’ve never swam before?! C’mon you’re killing me!!” Buggy whined as he walked into his hands, attaching them back at the wrist, gripping Y/n tighter.

“There’s no one here but us, baby! Besides, don’t knock it until you try it!” He was already working on taking Y/n’s top off, making her squeak as he pulled it over her head. “Ugghh.. fine..” Y/n grumbled, “I don’t even know how to swim in the first place.. do you even remember?” Y/n said, looking back at Buggy after she took her bottoms off.

Buggy put a hand on his chin and looked at the springs, “Of course I remember!! Jeez I know you tease me about being old but I’m not senile!” He scoffed at her, then roughly ruffled her hair before turning back towards the hot spring, stepping into it, both feet dunked in the water. “Damn I forgot how good water feels.” Buggy sighed, then looked back at Y/n, “Get your ass in here already!”

Y/n rolled her eyes, pulling her leggings down before stepping over to Buggy, now in only in that bikini top. She was a bit nervous about entering the water.. sure, Buggy was also a devil fruit user and he was fine, but that’s not what she was worried about, “Do I just step in?” She was afraid of slipping.

Buggy held his hand out for her to hold onto, “Yeah, c’mon.” He urged with a small grin, “Don’t tell me you’re scared of water!!” He cackled.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not. I just don’t wanna slip.” Y/n huffed, holding onto Buggy’s hand as she cautiously stepped into the water, then instantly clung to Buggy’s side.

After the man basked in the feeling of dipping his feet in water for the first time in a long time, he sat down, Y/n quickly following him. “I can’t believe you don’t like swimming, that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Buggy grunted, leaning back and resting his arms back, one of them wrapping around Y/n’s shoulders. “It’s just the idea of so many people seeing my body.. and then getting wet- and getting my hair wet!” Y/n snuggled into Buggy’s side, throwing her legs over his thigh under the water; she had to admit, the water felt nice; it wasn’t too hot or too cold.

“You and your hair, jeez.. but you shouldn’t feel so insecure about yourself y’know, you’re hot. I have no idea how you can’t see that.” Buggy snorted, his hand slowly made its way down her back, fingers walking down until he met the ties to her bikini top, then untied it, making Y/n squeak.

“C’mon baby..” Buggy chuckled, his voice low and deep, he tossed the top behind himself back onto the surface, “Like I said, it’s just us.” His other hand moved to hold the side of her thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth underneath the water, he leaned his face closer to hers, “I always wanted to fuck you like this.” He chuckled lowly.

Y/n batted her eyes softly for a moment, staring at Buggy’s lips before looking up into his eyes, his nose pressed against hers. Buggy licked his teeth and smirked, “Look at you, sweet little thing.” His voice was deep, gravelly and husky, she could smell the faint alcohol on his breath from his morning drink, it sent a chill through her body. Y/n moved to straddle his lap, the water swishing with her movements.

She threw her arms around his neck, tilting her head so she could press her lips against his in a passionate kiss. Buggy leaned his arms back, groaning softly as their lips molded against one another; his cock hardening between Y/n’s legs. Buggy laughed softly mid-kiss as he reached his hand down to guide his boner out from under the water, letting it stand proudly, resting it against Y/n’s pubis, tugging at the base a few times to earn a small drop of precum.

Y/n pulled away from the kiss and looked down, bringing one of her own hands down to gently circle her finger around the tip. Buggy let out a deep, guttural groan when she did that, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes as he let the sensations course through his body. Y/n giggled at his reaction, her other hand moving down to caress his chest, running her fingers through that thick, fluffy chest hair. “I hate it when you tease me.” Buggy grunted softly under his breath, tilting his head back forward to look at Y/n’s breasts, then look up at her through his brows.

“Aww, why not?” Y/n giggled, then leaned forward, moving her hips up a little so she could rub her pussy on his cock, “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” She whispered, her lips ghosted over his. Buggy growled under his breath, feeling arousal shoot through his abdomen and right up his cock, “Ghh..” he grunted.

He regained control over the situation, putting his hands on her hips and gripping firmly, holding her legs in place as he detached his penis, letting it float up into her pussy. Y/n’s back arched, gasping as she held onto Buggy’s shoulders. “I’m the captain here, remember that, princess.” Buggy grinned before thrusting his cock up and down into her.

Y/n moaned, softly bouncing on it as he thrusted, “B-Buggy..” she panted out, biting onto her knuckle to stifle her noises. Buggy moved one of his hands up to hold her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her skin, he let out a gravelly breath, “Ahhh that’s it, who’s your daddy?” He chuckled, licking his teeth before moving his hand back to spank her ass a few times, to which Buggy relished in Y/n’s squeaks and whimpers.

“Buggyy..” Y/n moaned softly, whimpering as she squeezed her eyes shut, Buggy rammed into her faster and deeper. He let out deep grunts and other man noises, his thigh muscles and abs tensed. Slapping noises could be heard from Buggy’s thrusting under the water, he closed his eyes shut when he felt his eyes roll back, he breathed out gruffly. Their moans and pants filled the area, the hot spring becoming more steamy as they got closer to their orgasm.

“M-More..” Y/n pleaded, looking up at Buggy with bedroom eyes, biting her bottom lip. She had her hands on his chest, leaning into him as his cock thrusted in and out at a rough and fast pace, almost sending mini shockwaves through her, “Mmmm..!!” She moaned, tilting her head back. Buggy gripped Y/n’s hips again and grunted as he picked up the speed, panting heavily, “Really making me work huh, cutie?” He laughed breathily through a groan, he clenched his jaw, growling deeply as his abdomen tightened.

They both moaned heavily as they came together, Buggy shooting his thick cum deep into Y/n’s pussy as it fluttered and clenched around his cock. “Ughh..” Buggy let out a pleasured groan, tilting his head back so far it accidentally fell off, he let out a short yell before quickly attaching it. He was absolutely winded, still panting heavily, “Damn..” he breathed out, then looked down at Y/n who was rested against his chest, still grinding her pussy on his cock as he reattached it.

“You’re still going aren’t you?” Buggy teased, cackling softly as he squeezed her sides, “Cute.” He moved his hand up her body to rub her back. Y/n giggled in response as she rode her orgasm out; but even after, the feeling of Buggy’s dick inside of her, stretching her out and filling her up, it was intoxicating; his cock was so fat. Buggy felt every clench and flutter of Y/n’s pussy, his shaft was sensitive enough as it was after cumming, he gripped her hips and slowly pulled her off, “Alright that’s enough! Shit.. humping me like a damn dog.” He muttered under his breath, watching as a small string of cum connected his tip to her pussy as he pulled her off.

Y/n pouted as Buggy leaned his arms back again, “Well, I’d say this was the best swim I’ve had in a long time!” He giggled, ruffling Y/n’s hair as she sat up. “The crew should be finished stocking up the ship.. you think we should start heading back?” Y/n said as she moved off of his lap, still sitting close beside of him. She looked down at the water, gently swirling the surface around with her finger.

Buggy gave Y/n a push, she squealed as she went chest first into the deep part of the hot spring, fortunately Buggy caught her as he followed in after, holding her upright, “They can wait! 'Didn’t just come in here to fuck you, I still wanna enjoy this for a bit.” He playfully splashed some water into Y/n’s face.

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