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81pastrys · 2 months ago

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The Twins

Nearly 5k One Part ‘series’

Summary— Oscars twin sister travels with him everywhere since racing and Lando tries to get her on a date.

Warnings— Third person POV (she, they, knows all) ; introvert-ish ; Piastri!Sister ; angst ; drinking ; best friend! Logan ; Danny ric mentions ; short smut ; the rest of the warnings will spoil it.

A/N— the long awaited, twins fic

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They used to be the quiet duo, a watchful pair, people would say. Although when Oscar got into F1, everything changed. Their bond didn’t falter, however their lives changed drastically. When she found out her twin was in a high class sport, she knew she had to go with him, what else would she do with herself without her twin?

So travel they did. Neither of them ever getting tired of each other. Not to mention Logan was also there and she loved him like another brother. Her shy demeanor towards everyone else stayed. Lando toyed with her, flirting every now and then to make her shy away and blush.

Today was no different, only he had just won a race and they were out partying at a private club. No phones, cameras, or disposables. She didn’t like to party, but she’d go all out nonetheless.

“You have to party hon.” Logan teased. Getting his nickname from her crush on Danny Ric and the nickname he called her, honey. She blushed at her childhood best friend and pushed him playfully. “I’m serious! Relax, there are literally no cameras in sight.” He seriously was a college frat boy at heart.

“I don’t party Lo, I show up for moral support.” She responded, sipping the soda she ordered earlier in the night. Logan rolled his eyes at her and grabbed hold of her hand. She rolled her eyes and gave in to the man’s antics.

He spun her on the dance floor and twirled her in to his chest. “You remember the dance from Prema!” Logan dragged. She helped the boys with a lot of their Prema challenges and couldn’t resist showing Logan she hadn’t forgot. Once she was satisfied with dancing she returned to her corner.

“Balled up in a corner as always, Piastri.” Lando teased. Her cheeks flushed and she stood her ground, not making eye contact. She knows he’s smirking. “I saw you dancing with Logan.” He whispered, tapping the table and walking away. She looks at him walking away and he winks.

She hoped the torment was over, however she was far from that. Daniel hobbled his way towards her after a few drinks. “Honey, come dance with me seriously.” He said smiling and laughing. She playfully rolled her eyes giving in to the Aussie. He has been her crush forever, she would never deny him a good time. They danced and drank.

Once Oscar had realized she wasn’t in the corner like she usually was, he knew she got her hands on a few drinks. Fucking Danny Ric, he thought to himself. He sighs heavily at his teammate and set his drink down. “Osc, what’s wrong?” Lando asked as Oscar disappeared to the crowd of drunken mechanics and drivers to find his sister.

He dragged her through the crowd and back to the table with Lando, making her sit down on a high bar stool. “You’re such a dick.” She mumbled, her dress misplaced and hair messy like she just got railed on the dance floor.

“I’m not the one who got you drunk.” He said seriously towards her, not to fight but he knew it would shut her up. She opened her mouth to respond but didn’t.

“You think the allegations are true about him?” She asked. Her brother and his teammate look at her deeply confused and concerned. “Big dick Ric.” She whispered and then giggled at their reactions and Oscar decided they needed to leave.

“I think she needs some water.” Lando reminds his teammate. “I’ll watch over her while you get that.” Oscar hurries off to the bar for water. Lando tilts her head up to look at him. “How are you feeling baby?” He asked genuinely concerned.

“Umm..” Even in her drunken state she goes speechless at the smallest of words from him. Although her drunk mind definitely has more confidence. She looked down and then back up at him with a sly smirk. “I’m hoping I can feel you tonight.” She whispers seductively in his ear. His breath hitches in his throat, as she backs away with a smile on her lips.

“She’s definitely drunk.” Lando confirms when Oscar returns with water. She giggles and takes it from him. “Excuse me.” Lando says striding off to the bathroom. Adjusting himself slyly as he did.

“What did you say to him?” Oscar scolded her. He’s seen his sister drunk, but not around this crowd. Logan joins and sees her state. “Danny Ric.” Oscar confirmed.

“I just flirted back, Osc, nothing too serious.” She slurred, answering his question. “Logie!” She exclaimed before throwing her arms around the American. He hesitantly returned the action.

“How many drinks did you even have?” Logan asked. He was also drunk but barely. She starts counting on her fingers and holds up one hand with all her fingers spread out. “5 drinks?!” Logan laughed and Oscar looked in surprise and sighed.

“We have to get her back to the hotel, asap.” Oscar mentioned. “I would ask Lando for help but he had an ‘issue’ to take care of.” He whispered to Logan. Logan smirks at her and she chuckled at him.

“You had one too many drinks and got Lando horny?” Logan asked impressed. “That’s my girl.” He hugged her and Lando returns as they start to gather their things.

“Can pretty boy bring me to my room?” She asked, seductively clinging onto the Brit. Running her hands along his arm and across his abdomen. He clears his throat and grabs her arms to separate them. Lando did tease and flirt, but he sure as hell would never do anything while she was drunk.

“I’ll come with you guys,” Lando reassures them. “I will not, however, be staying with her.” He nervously chuckles at the duo. She backed off from him, understanding he doesn’t want the attention.

“Understandable, I’ll stay.” Oscar said. They make it to the hotel and Oscar hands her clothes to sleep in before unzipping her dress and ushering her into the bathroom.

“She’ll be hungover tomorrow.” Logan reminded. “Water and electrolytes.” After saying their good byes, Logan set off to his hotel room. Lando stood in the door frame talking with Oscar for a while.

She returned to the main room with an oversized shirt and underwear, Oscar gave her shorts but she didn’t want to wear them. “No fair, logie left?” She whined. Oscar rubbed her back and she noticed Lando. “Can I cuddle Lando instead?” She asked her brother. The Brit found an easier way out than expected.

“Clingy too huh?” Lando smirked. “Let me change and I can come back.” He said, not letting Oscar answer for him. She leaned her head on Oscar’s shoulder. After a few minutes Oscar checked his phone and scoffed. Lando was not coming back.

“Let’s lay down while we wait.” Oscar distracted her. She groaned and obliged. Her head hit the pillow and she was out. Oscar freshened himself up for the night, putting on clothes she had stole from him. He laid next to her and fell asleep facing away from her.

She groaned after waking up with a horrendous headache. “Fucking Ricciardo.” She mumbled, exiting the bed. She checked her phone and had multiple texts: Lando, The Honeybadger, and Logie Bear.

Such amazing men, she thought while rolling her eyes. She responded to Danny and Logan, but left Lando on read. Oscar woke up and called out for her. “You better still be here.” He warned.

“Oh hush. I’m in the bathroom.” She shot back. She did her morning routine and took pain meds for the headache. She went back out and Oscar was responding to texts as well. “Lo said he has snacks, I’m gonna head there.” Oscar motioned for her to go.

She knocked on the door and Logan opened it smiling. “Well good morning.” He said. She entered with a roll of her eyes and sat on his bed. He tossed snacks at her and a water bottle. “Fun night?” He asked mockingly.

“Don’t remind me.” She rubbed her face. “I don’t even remember half the night.” She laughed. She opened a bag of chips, while Logan texted on his phone.

“Who else texted you, I’m sure I wasn’t the only one Miss Flirty.” He joked with her. Her eyes go wide and Logan laughed. “You made Lando excuse himself, and somehow got Danny to dance on a table.”

“Lando texted me, but I didn’t respond.” She said. “Danny also texted me but I just sent emojis.” She went back to Lando’s text and showed Logan.

“You leave him on read all the time?” Logan mentioned, seeing previous texts from the man. She didn’t feel like she had to respond. All he did was flirt or text her stupid questions.

“It’s harmless things.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, I think he likes me.” He did. She said it innocently, unknowingly, although Oscar and Logan knew the truth.

“What if he does?” Logan teased. He knew she wouldn’t catch on, it wasn’t her thing to catch on quickly to things like that. “Would you even flash him the light of day?”

“He’s, how do I put it, out there?” She couldn’t find the right phrase for it. “I’m very, you know, not out there.” She looked at the text and started a response, then deleting it letter by letter. “Should I do flirty, annoyed, orrrrr no response?” She asked her best friend.

“If you do flirty he’s going to think you’re still drunk.” Logan laughed. “Annoyed is more you, but so is saying nothing.” He shrugged. He grabbed her phone and replied to him. She hesitated before she realized he’d already sent a flirty text.

“Logan!!” She squeals looking at the text. She playfully punched him as he laughed. The Brit texting back a reply already. “I swear!”

“What did he say?” Logan couldn’t contain his laughter. There was a knock on his door. He answered it with a crack, letting Oscar in. “Perfect timing!”

“Oh god what did you two do?” Oscar sighed. Lando’s text came through and her cheeks burned red as her breath hitched. “Did you see a ghost?”

“Lando probably responded.” Logan choked on his words with a laugh. Oscar was confused and hovered over his sister. Oscar tapped her head seeing the texts and she pushed him away.

“Logan sent that! Not me.” She defended. Oscar now tapped Logan on the head. He groaned and held his head. “Careful he might be into that.” She mumbled jokingly.

“Am not!” Logan said tossing a pillow at her. She laughed and thought of a response. “What did he even say back?” Logan inquired.

“Well after you sent that he can fuck my sister anyway he wanted, he said when?” Oscar said annoyed. That wasn’t the exact words but basically along the same lines.

“Osc don’t be so dramatic Logan just said enjoyed last night let’s do it alone.” She read the text. “I hate you so much.” She looked to Logan this time.

“No you love me, I just got you a date with an F1 driver.” Logan responded. Not like she needed one but she got one. Her phone buzzed with another text.

“Oscar can we kill Logan and make it look like an accident?” She asked nonchalantly. “Because Lando just said he’s on his way to my room.” Oscar went wide eyed and took her phone.

“The room you aren’t in?” Logan laughed. She tossed a pillow at him hard. “I’m joking!!” He said through his laughs.

“Fucking horn dog.” Oscar said. “Well go to your room then.” He didn’t know how to respond to this either. She whined at him.

“Look if you don’t want to do anything tell him, I don’t think Lando’s a prick.” Logan said seriously now. “Communication remember?” Logan said like she was a kid and nodded his head before smiling.

She got up and threw another pillow before exiting and going to her room. Lando was already there. “I didn’t know you weren’t here, I wouldn’t have come.” He smiled awkwardly.

“I’m here now?” She said like it wasn’t obvious. The hint of attitude riled him up and he smiled for real this time. She unlocked her door and let him in.

“So who sent me the text?” He asked. His cocky demeanor returning. “You usually don’t respond to my flirty texts.” God she hated how he knew her so well.

“Lo did, he stole my phone.” She said, keeping her response simple as she picked up the discarded clothes from the night before. “Do you really like me, or is this because I’m playing hard to get?” Right to the point damn ok.

“Uhh.” It’s his turn to be speechless. “Both?” He admitted. She blushed and stopped cleaning. She tilted her head as to say ‘really?’

“It’s not a fun game to play Norris.” She responded. She finished with the clothes and sat on the bed. “I’m not only hard to get, but hard to keep happy.”

“I can take that challenge.” He smiled. “One date?” He asked. She thought it out and ultimately agreed. They planned a date night and he left. She kissed his cheek before he was gone.

“Just a little goodbye kiss.” She said innocently. He left nearly stumbling and she saw Oscar and Logan down the hall. She waved them over and they trampled each other to get to her.

“What happened?” Logan asked. They were like gossip girls. She told them everything and they listened. “Such a flirt.” Logan teased.

“I’ll have him running after the first date.” She said. Oscar stayed quiet. He knew they would get on well but never thought to mention it. “Osc why are you being quiet?”

“I’m always quiet.” He said quickly. Now she knew he was on to something. He only ever talked quickly when he was hiding something. She narrowed her eyes at him, hoping he would spill. “Don’t narrow your eyes at me!” He accused.

“Oscar knows all.” Logan whispered in his ear. He made a stupid face and his sister stood with her arms crossed from the bathroom doorway.

“Spill.” She said simply. Oscar rambled about how they’ll get along and that he never mentioned it because he didn’t think she’d like him. “Oscar!!” She groaned.

“What?!” He said. “You always ignored him, I thought it was a lost cause like the other guys I’ve said that about!” He has a point. Any other guy she tried dating would get ‘Oscar approved’ and then go downhill.

“To be fair, Lando is a really good guy.” Logan added. “I think you’ll make cute curly headed babies.” She threw the party dress at him and he caught it laughing.

“Not helping Logan!” She said.

The date came and went, she did like him. She felt like it was a betrayal to Oscar though. He assured her it wasn’t and laughed at her for thinking that. “You’re my twin! If he likes me it’s because he likes you!” She argued. He laughed harder than she’d ever seen him before.

“Mrs. Norris.” Logan joked laughing with Oscar. “Has a nice ring to it.” He teased. She threw a pillow at him.

“You’re both assholes.” She said.

She went on more and more dates until it finally clicked in her brain she really liked Lando Norris. It clicked for Lando the second date but it took her around 4.

She kept herself quiet in the paddock until Lando would appear and fans caught on. “Sis you’ve got a bad girl rep.” Oscar mentioned, sweaty and downing water after a race. “Fuck Singapore is hot.”

She helped him cool down and unzip his suit. She told Kim to make an ice bath and he did. Oscar did good in the race but the heat really got to him. Seeing her twin double over was not on her list for the day. She grabbed his arm and slung it over her shoulders.

“Get off me.” He mumbled, nearly passing out as she held him up. She didn’t let him go and Lando noticed she was struggling since he was refusing help. “I’m fine!” Oscar tried to yell but he was too weak, Lando helped him up, walking to the ice bath.

“Oscar take off your suit and fireproofs.” His sister demanded. Oscar tried his best but ultimately they had to help him. Lando helped him get in the ice bath and he sighed. “Don’t scare me like that!” His sister quipped when he came back to reality.

“Look, he’s fine.” Lando comforted her. “I think I need an ice bath too, it was really hot out there.” Lando took his time doing the same with little to no help from Jon.

When the boys recover it was hotel and bed time. Oscar had been wary of her whereabouts at night and decided he should sleep in her room, using his sickness as an excuse. They always did it as kids, when one was sick the other would comfort them and sleep in the same room at night.

She was hesitant but agreed, giving Lando a look. She planned on ‘rewarding’ him for winning the race. With Oscar sleeping in the bed next to her it took a while before she could sneak away. When she was successful she went to Lando’s room.

He opened the door and greeted her with a kiss. He had asked her out before the race and she was super excited to say yes. They hooked up after the third date and she wanted more of him after that.

“So naughty, sneaking off to sleep with your brother’s teammate.” He teased. She giggled and warned him that Oscar might wake and call her or just show up. “Well then guess we can make this quick.” He lifted her off the ground and they kissed again.

They definitely were quick. Not having touched each other in around a month since the first time. “I don’t think it’ll fit.” She panted in between kisses. She had a good point, the first time Lando couldn’t fit his entire length.

He was slow and didn’t push it, knowing the position wasn’t ideal. When she reached her limit of fitting him, he started thrusting slowly. “So tight my love, god.” He panted, resting his head on the wall behind her. His mouth was open, panting on her shoulder as he thrusted upwards to meet her hips.

She strained her moans, keeping them from getting too loud. She finished first, her body relaxing enough for him to fit more of his length, gravity doing its job of impaling her further down on him. “Oh my god.” She moaned.

“Fuck, my love.” Lando groaned, trying to hold her up from going all the way onto him. When her orgasm subsided, he continued his thrusts and pulled out when he was close. His cum spilling out on the floor as he kissed her. “I can’t wait until we can properly have sex on a bed.” He panted.

They got cleaned up and she headed back to her room. Oscar had been awake since she left. So when she walked in slowly closing the door and he stood with his arms crossed in the doorway she jumped. “Jesus Osc!” She said.

“I approved you dating him, not fucking him every other night.” He said calm. She blushed, most nights it was just innocent cuddling or making out. “While I’m in your room too?”

“You, I mean-“ She couldn’t find an excuse. “He won Osc.” She mumbled quietly. He shook his head and got back in bed. She joined him, facing away from him.

The rest of the season was good, both boys winning a few races and celebrations in order. She was so proud of her brother and boyfriend for the world championship. She cried in Abu Dhabi when it happened, the fireworks lighting up the sky with different colors.

Winter break was right there, but Oscar was hesitant for her to go to London and stay with Lando and his family. “Osc I’ll be fine!” She argued. She wouldn’t be, they hadn’t been separated in god knows how long.

“We haven’t been apart for that long in like 16 years!” He was mad, not mad at her idea, mad she was going to just leave him alone for a week or so. “I really want you to think this over.” It sounds stupid honestly. You can’t leave your sibling for more than a week and you’re both 23?

“I know it’ll be hard, but we can still text, or call.” She said. They sounded like a married couple or something. “Maybe it’ll be good if we spend time apart, I mean, we haven’t.”

“You followed me for racing just to run off with my teammate?” He was exhausted from arguing. “I mean I love you, I think it’ll be good for you, but I don’t want to lose you.” She recoiled at the statement.

“Lose me?” She asked, her voice cracking. “Oscar, I’m still your twin, I’ll always be there for you, it’s a stupid trip to meet his family, we’ll be fine!” Lando had heard this conversation and took it literally when she said ‘stupid trip’.

They hug and make up before she goes to tell Lando she’s ready to go. They had a flight to catch. “You don’t have to come with me.” Lando mumbled. Basically kicking rocks like a sad puppy.

“What?” She asked. They were walking through the paddock holding hands. “Lando I just spent 10 minutes convincing Oscar I should go with you.” She slightly laughed. “What are you talking about?”

He looked to her with a truly sad look. She nearly cried seeing him upset. Her hand cupped his cheek. “You said it was a stupid trip.” She sulked her shoulders and kissed him.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” She comforted him. “Oscar was getting on my nerves and it came out wrong.” She felt so bad that he heard that over anything else they said. “He wanted me to stay for his own good, but I chose you.” She whispered.

“So you don’t think it’s stupid to visit my family?” He asked. She pouted at his words. She assured him she didn’t think it was stupid at all. “Why would Oscar want you to stay anyway, you’re with him like all the time?”

“That’s why, he’s afraid of losing me, which is stupid because it’s not like he can escape me.” She laughed. “He’s my brother and he’s protective, but we haven’t been apart for more than 48 hours in over 16 years.” Lando was surprised at this fact.

The new season came quicker than anything and she laid low. Her quiet demeanor returned but in a much more aggressive way. People would talk her ear off and she would nod. Logan would talk to her and she would have a straight face all throughout the conversation.

Oscar noticed halfway through winter break that something was up, but she denied him each time he’d ask. Lando didn’t break up with her, his family was perfect to her, why is she all of a sudden back in her shell?

The last straw was their birthday. She was usually jumpy, giddy, excited to be a year older. When McLaren tried doing a birthday surprise she flashed a thin lipped smile and kicked the balloons around. “Thank you.” She said. Something or someone killed her old self and Oscar is determined to make sure they become unrecognizable.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Oscar said huffing a breath at her lousy celebration. “What’s gotten into you?” He asked. So much for saying he wasn’t losing his sister.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, her stone cold look and monotoned voice was all he needed. “I’m literally fine Osc.” She tried playing it off.

“No you aren’t, usually on our birthday you’re happy, excited, we’re a year older let’s get drunk and dance around stupidly.” He said. “You fucking said ‘thank you’ and kicked a balloon around.” This time when she looked up tears were forming in her eyes.

He immediately was by her side, hugging her tightly. He didn’t mean to upset her but this definitely wasn’t from his scolding, there was something else. “The fans are so mean.” She sobbed. “I love Lando, I love you, I love this sport, but they’re all putting me down and it’s too much.”

She sobbed uncontrollably in his shoulder, his hand rubbing her back and cooing in her ear. “Hey, they’re mean people who hide behind a screen, what gives them the right to control you?” He asked. “They can say whatever the fuck they want, but I don’t want you to think lowly of yourself because of it.”

She sobbed harder at his words and he held her. Lando wondered where she had run off too, knowing about all of it and trying to keep an eye on her. He knocked on Oscar’s door. “Hey mate have you seen-“ He walked in, seeing her upset in Oscar’s arms.

They turn to look at him and she gives him a small smile. “I’m okay Lando.” She lied. Oscars face said it all. “We have a birthday to celebrate.” She said to Oscar. Lando looked to Oscar as she walks past.

“She’s been like this the past few months, I can’t get her to look past it.” Lando explains. Oscar just nods his head and walks out to find his sister again. The twins walk to the paddock without a word and when they exit through the garage, all the drivers and team principals scream ‘happy birthday’ and pop little confetti canons.

Logan approaches her with cupcakes and she wraps her arms around him. “Thank you.” She says muffled by his shirt. Logan knew she always wanted to be surprised for her birthday, exactly like this. Oscar was smiling in disbelief.

“Logan you did this?” Oscar asked. Lando walked out and saw everything and smiled, Logan had told him his plan. That’s why he went to go and get her, not planning on seeing her upset. “You’re the best.” Oscar joined the hug. Logan knew she had been down about the media hate and thought there was no better timing than now to do the surprise.

“I couldn’t have asked for better people to be in my life.” She said, crying tears of joy now. “You’re all amazing.” The drivers all celebrate the Piastri twins before they leave the paddock.

All her worries about the hate fade away with time. Soon she’s traveling along with the boys to every race and enjoying her time with McLaren.

Rumors start arising and she gets stressed and nervous again, the headlines reading, ‘Norris to propose?’ Or ‘Piastri might be a Norris at the end of the year.’ She didn’t bring it up to Lando and played it off.

Lando planned a trip for them and Oscar insisted she go, dolled up and ready. She was skeptical but listened, getting her nails done, hair done, all of it.

It was an amazing hotel with great views. What she didn’t know was that Oscar was on the next flight out. Lando and her spent the first day on the beach, relaxing and having a chilled out day.

The next day he told her, ‘wear something fancy, there’s a nice restaurant I want us to try.’ So obliviously she did. The restaurant was amazing, but before they ate Lando insisted they look at the Fountains. She obliged and Oscar was sneakily hidden in bushes recording as Lando got down on one knee and proposed.

“I’ve loved you for so long, and I want to make you my wife. Will you marry me?” She was in hysterics as she looked around as if it was a joke.

“Yes, omg yes Lando!!” She said. Oscar popped out as he was putting the ring on her finger and they hugged. “You snuck Oscar here?!” She playfully hit him on the chest.

“I knew you’d want it videoed.” He smiled at her. They swayed back and forth, now engaged.

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ BEACHED! (OP81)

pairing: oscar piastri x f!reader

summary: after oscar saves you from an embarrassing accident on the beach, you accidentally go viral

warnings: cheesy humour, chaos

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yoursername shout out to australia, especially to the random dude in orange who saved my life from prematurely ending (note: waves in australia are brutal stay away if you can't swim)

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yourbsf NO FR SHOUT OUT TO KING I WAS TOO BUSY LAUGJING AND TAKING PHOTOS

yoursername I NEARLY DIED Y/B/F

yourbsf i was too busy giggling! your dream boy and first time he's seeing you is nearly drowning

friend1 Y/N DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS (6)

yoursername an australian?

user IS THAT OSCAR???

user oscar in papaya even on the beach… i fear he has no other clothes

user WHAT IS GOING ON

user NOT ME SEEING OSCAR TODAY AFTER HE SAVED A RANDOM GIRL FROM DROWNING?!?!

yoursername who tf is oscar

oscarpiastri hi! random dude in orange here

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1. treated the tour guide to lunch :)

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yourusername live evidence of the moment my tour guide turned on me

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user UHHHH

user oh so now they’re hanging out… i smell love at first sight

user NOT HIM DIVE BOMBING YOU????

oscarpiastri HEY i saved you again as well🙄

yourusername AFTER I SWALLOWED LIKE A GALLON OF WATER

friend1 @/yourbsf where were you during this murder attempt

yourbsf honey they don’t even know i’m here

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oscarpiastri best way to get used to the aussie waves is to just go for it☀️

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user okay when will an f1 driver save ME from drowning and fall in love (and then try to drown me on two other occasions)

user hahaha i think they’re just friends

user GIRL ^ look at what he just posted dedicated to her and tell me he’s not already obsessed

yourusername please stop trying to end my life i have a child at home

user UM

oscarpiastri a dog. she has a dog.

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yourusername australia i am in love with your food, your weather, and certainly your people. i can’t wait to come back one day🤍

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user ‘and certainly your people’ 🥹🥹🥹

user i knew she was only on holiday but why am i legitimately sad she’s leaving?

user why am i crying for people i don’t know

user is the shirtless man in the bg of the third oscar😳

oscarpiastri don’t be a stranger🧡

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user no oscar in the likes again :(

user he’s so fluffy

user my heart aches so bad i want her back with oscar

user no fr i’m hoping that they can meet up when he’s travelling again :(

yourbsf coming over for a cuddle (with you and charlie pup)

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user why do i feel like this is about y/n…

user i hope they still talk :(

user with the way they’ve been posting i don’t think they do :(

user sending you love oscar. you’ll smash next season🧡

user something definitely happened

user im guessing just summer romance that fizzled out now they’re both busy :(

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user did anyone see the interview he did on f1’s page?

user no what happened?

user they asked him about his winter break, and his smile faded so fast :/ then he just said he did a bit of exploring and moved the conversation on so fast

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he’s jealous of another member

ot8 x fem!reader

warnings: angstyy, jealousy, feeling insecure/unworthy, arguing, fluff for some members (:

wc: 10,081

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bang chan

The days had blended together. You'd been patient with Chan, as always. Your relationship was strong and quiet, built on mutual understanding and respect. He had work, music, and responsibilities, while you had your own life and routines. You didn't always demand his attention, even when it felt like you were getting the short end of the stick.

But today... today was different.

You’d been waiting for hours.

You knocked on Chan’s door, expecting him to take a break from his work, just for a while. “Hey, you got time to hang out for a bit?” you’d asked, trying to sound casual. He had responded with the usual half-hearted, distracted “in a few minutes,” which was his go-to response when he was buried in his work.

You didn’t mind at first. After all, you knew how much his music meant to him, and you never wanted to be the one to pull him away from something he loved. You could wait. You were patient. But as the minutes dragged into hours, you started to feel a pang of loneliness settle in. He was so absorbed in his work, so consumed by his passion, that you felt like an afterthought. The more you waited, the more the ache in your chest grew.

It wasn’t just that you wanted to spend time with him. You needed to. You had been there for him through everything, supportive and understanding, even when it felt like he wasn’t really noticing. But this? This was starting to hurt.

You were about to go stir-crazy from just sitting there, when Felix called. You answered, needing a distraction, needing something to break the silence and the isolation you were feeling in Chan’s dorm. “Hey, you wanna come hang out at my dorm? We’re just chilling here, nothing special, but it could be fun.”

You hesitated for only a moment before deciding. You hadn’t heard from Chan for hours, and it seemed like he wasn’t even aware of how long you’d been waiting for his attention. You figured it was better to get out, spend time with friends, rather than sit around in silence, feeling invisible.

You didn’t tell Chan where you were going. It wasn’t intentional; you didn’t mean to leave him hanging or make him feel like you were punishing him. You just... left. You weren’t sure if you were doing it to get back at him or because you just needed some company, but whatever the reason, it didn’t seem to matter.

Hours passed, and you had a good time with Felix. He made you laugh, distracted you from the nagging feeling of being ignored, of being forgotten. The night was lighthearted, carefree, and for a while, it felt like everything was fine. But the weight of your silence with Chan was still there, hanging over you. You couldn’t help but feel like you were drifting further from him with each passing minute.

It wasn’t until you got a text from Jeongin asking if you were still at Felix’s that you realized how much time had gone by. You stood up, saying your goodbyes to Felix, who gave you a warm hug and made you promise to hang out again soon. You needed to get back to Chan, to try and make things right.

But when you walked back into the dorm, the sight of Chan standing there fuming, his face twisted with frustration was the last thing you expected.

His voice, cold and sharp, broke the silence.

“So, you have a type then?” His words were laced with bitterness, his gaze a mix of hurt and anger. “When one Aussie won’t give you attention, you run to another?”

You froze, your stomach sinking as his words hit like a slap to the face. He wasn’t even looking at you anymore his eyes were fixed on Felix, who was standing nearby, his hands still wet from doing dishes. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension.

You opened your mouth to explain, but before you could say anything, Felix was the first to speak, his voice defensive. “Chan, that was a low blow. You can’t just accuse her like that. She didn’t do anything wrong.”

You turned to Chan, feeling the sting of his words. “I asked for your attention hours ago,” you said, your voice quiet, hurt. “I didn’t want to spend the night alone. I wanted to hang out with you. But you didn’t notice, and I waited. I waited for you... and then Felix invited me to hang out, so I went. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Chan looked stunned for a moment, as if the reality of what you were saying hadn’t fully hit him. But his face hardened again as he glanced at Felix, and his tone grew more cutting. “Yeah, because clearly, Felix is more fun than I am. You didn’t even think to tell me where you were going, did you? Just run off whenever you feel like it.”

Your heart broke at the accusation. It wasn’t what you had done it was how he had twisted it, as if you had done something wrong. You hadn’t even thought about how hurtful it would be to him; you just wanted to feel seen.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice shaking. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Chan. I’m just... I’m tired of always waiting around. I wanted to spend time with you, and I waited. But you were too busy, and I didn’t want to keep sitting there. I’m not asking for much, I just... I wanted to be with you.”

Felix, who had been standing there, quietly watching the exchange, spoke up again, his voice softer now, understanding. “Chan, you can’t expect her to just wait around forever. She has her own life, her own needs. You can’t keep pushing her away and expect her to always be there when you decide you’re ready to give her attention.”

The silence that followed felt like it lasted an eternity. Chan didn’t respond immediately. His eyes were distant, his jaw clenched as he tried to process everything you were saying.

You could see the guilt settling on his face now, but it wasn’t enough to erase the hurt that had built up between you two. His jealousy, his need to control, had taken over, and now it was too late. You weren’t sure if he could fix this.

“I’m sorry,” he finally muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t realize how much I was pushing you away. I’ve just been so focused on everything else that I... I didn’t see you were hurting.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “It’s not just about that, Chan. It’s about how you’ve been treating me, how you’ve been ignoring me. I’m not a backup plan, I’m not someone you only pay attention to when it’s convenient for you.”

Felix gave you a sad look before stepping away, sensing the gravity of the moment. You could feel the weight of Chan’s gaze on you, and it felt like the distance between you two had never been wider. You wanted to walk up to him, hold him, tell him it was okay, but you didn’t know if it would be okay anymore. His words, his jealousy, had created a rift that was hard to bridge.

With one final, shaky breath, you turned toward the door. “Thank you, Felix,” you said quietly, before walking out of the dorm without looking back at Chan.

You didn’t know where this left you or if things could ever go back to the way they were. But one thing was clear: you weren’t sure you could keep waiting around for someone who didn’t notice when you needed them the most.

lee know

It had been a typical evening at the studio with the rest of the group after practice. The energy was light, filled with laughter and chatter, and you were enjoying spending time with everyone. You had gotten close to each of the guys over the past few months, but one person who had always been like an older brother to you was Chan. He was caring, protective, and someone you’d grown to trust, almost like family.

Tonight, though, there was an innocent interaction that would shift the dynamic of your relationship with Minho, your boyfriend.

As you and the rest of the group were gathered in the lounge area, Chan approached you, holding his phone in his hand. “Hey, I want to show you this hilarious video,” he said, excited to share something with you. You nodded enthusiastically, eager to watch. But as you looked around, you realized there were no free chairs left, and the couch was already filled with the others.

Chan, ever the easygoing person, raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Well, I guess you’ll just sit on my lap then, since there’s no room anywhere else.”

You laughed, thinking it was just a joke. After all, you had known Chan for so long, and you had always viewed him as a brother figure. You didn’t think twice about it. “Sure, whatever,” you said casually, and you plopped yourself down on his lap, he held his phone in front of you so you could watch together.

You two watched the video together, laughing and chatting, with no intention of doing anything more. You had no idea how it would be received by someone else, especially Minho. You felt at ease around Chan, as you always had, but you couldn't shake the sense that someone else wasn't as comfortable.

Minho, sitting across the room, had been watching you with Chan for a while. His gaze hardened as he saw you and Chan laughing together. The sight of you sitting so naturally on his lap, your faces so close, set something off inside him. His stomach twisted with an unfamiliar feeling that slowly morphed into frustration.

He couldn’t quite put it into words, but as the minutes passed, that frustration grew. It was just so easy for you and Chan. So effortless. You were laughing with him, sharing moments that felt too intimate for his liking. Minho’s fists clenched at his sides as he watched you, jealousy bubbling up inside him. Even though he trusted you, there was something about seeing you with Chan in that moment that made him feel small, like maybe he wasn’t enough.

And when Chan stood up, still joking about the video, and said, “Alright, I’m heading out, see you guys later,” Minho’s eyes narrowed as he watched you stand up to give Chan a hug goodbye.

You wrapped your arms around Chan, giving him a quick, friendly embrace. “Bye, Chan! See you soon!” you said, not thinking anything of it. It was a natural, casual gesture between two friends who had known each other for years. But as Minho watched, the knot in his stomach tightened. The way you hugged him, so easily, so comfortably, it felt like a small betrayal. Not because you had done anything wrong, but because he had let his insecurities get the better of him.

You pulled away from the hug, and you could feel the shift in the atmosphere. Minho wasn’t looking at you anymore. His eyes were distant, his expression unreadable. He was avoiding you, and his silence spoke volumes.

The rest of the evening passed in an uncomfortable silence between you and Minho. He barely spoke to you, his responses clipped and snippy whenever you tried to engage with him. You could feel the tension in the air, but you didn’t know what had triggered it. What was wrong?

As the night went on, you couldn’t take it any longer. You needed to know what was bothering him, and you weren’t going to let it slide. You found him sitting by himself in the corner of the room, scrolling through his phone, his back to you.

You stood there for a moment, unsure of how to approach him, but then you took a deep breath and walked over. “Minho,” you called gently, your voice laced with concern. He didn’t look up at first, but you could see the tension in his shoulders. “What’s going on with you? You’ve barely said a word to me tonight.”

Minho’s jaw tightened as he glanced up at you, his eyes betraying the anger and hurt he was feeling. “Nothing,” he muttered, looking back down at his phone. “Just tired.”

You weren’t buying it. “Minho, I know something’s bothering you. I’m not stupid. You’ve been giving me one-word answers all night. What’s going on?”

He stayed silent for a few moments, before finally putting his phone down and turning his body to face you. His expression was cold, but his voice had a sharp edge to it. “You know exactly what’s bothering me.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” Minho’s voice was almost bitter now. “It’s Chan. It’s always Chan.” He paused, his frustration seeping through. “The way you were sitting on his lap, the way you hugged him goodbye like it was nothing... Do you not see how that makes me feel?”

You froze for a moment, surprised by the intensity of his feelings. “Minho… It’s not like that. Chan’s like an older brother to me. He’s been a part of my life for so long, and you know that. There’s nothing between us.”

Minho’s expression softened slightly, but there was still that underlying hurt. “I get that,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “But it still bothers me. I don’t like seeing you so comfortable with him like that. I don’t like feeling like I’m not enough.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. You had never seen Minho so vulnerable, so insecure. You stepped closer to him, reaching out to gently touch his arm. “Minho, you are enough. You’re everything to me. I love you, and I don’t want you to feel like that.”

Minho’s eyes flickered with something uncertain. “But what about Chan? What if you feel something for him that you don’t feel for me?”

You shook your head quickly, your heart aching for him. “No, Minho. You’re my one and only love. I could never feel that way about Chan. You’re the one I’m with. The one I want.”

He was silent for a moment, clearly processing your words. Finally, his lips curved into a teasing grin, and he leaned forward slightly. “Really?” he said, his tone lightening. “You’re sure my legs are stronger than his? You think I’m the one for you?”

You blinked in confusion, a little caught off guard by the shift in his mood. “What? Minho, what are you talking about?”

He chuckled lowly, his eyes mischievous now. “Well, you didn’t seem to think my legs were stronger when you were sitting on Chan’s lap. I mean, his legs must be stronger, right?”

You were immediately flustered, and before you could protest, Minho leaned in even closer, his teasing smile growing. “You’re not getting away that easily. Admit it. You think Chan has the stronger legs.”

You were caught off guard, your cheeks flushing at the playful teasing. “Minho, that’s not—” you stammered, trying to get a word in, but Minho’s arms circled around you, pulling you in tighter as he continued to mess with you.

“Come on, just admit it!” he teased, his hands tickling your sides lightly.

You laughed, wriggling to get free from his grip. “Okay, okay! You’re stronger, Minho! Your legs are stronger!” You finally confessed, laughing breathlessly as Minho pulled away, satisfied with your answer.

“Good,” he said smugly, resting his forehead against yours. “Now you know who’s got the stronger legs.” His eyes softened, and the teasing melted away as he cupped your face in his hands. “And I know I’m the one you love.”

You smiled up at him, your heart finally at ease. “You’re my biggest one and only love, Minho. Always.”

The tension from earlier was gone now, replaced with the comfort of knowing you had both worked through the misunderstandings. Minho’s jealousy had been born from his own insecurities, but after talking it through, you had reassured him that he was your one and only. And now, with the teasing and the laughter, everything felt right again.

It was just another test of trust in your relationship, one that had only made you stronger together.

changbin

The evening was supposed to be casual a simple hangout with Minho. You, Minho, and a few others were grabbing dinner, nothing out of the ordinary. Ever since Changbin introduced you to the group, you’d grown especially close to Minho. His dry wit, his easy-going nature, and the way he always made you feel at ease had led to a friendship that felt natural, comfortable. Changbin didn’t seem to mind at first, and you knew that he trusted you at least, you thought he did.

But when you told him you’d be spending time with Minho tonight, something in Changbin snapped. His face twisted with frustration, his brows furrowing in a way you hadn’t seen in months. He mumbled something about being "fine" but the words didn’t sit right with you. It wasn’t just the tone, it was the way he had turned away so quickly, his back rigid, his jaw clenched. You didn’t think much of it at the time, maybe he was just tired from work or stressed about something. But as the night wore on, the silence between you two grew heavy.

By the time you got back home, you were expecting a quick check-in, maybe a few playful words about how the dinner went. Instead, Changbin was pacing around your apartment, his expression hard and his eyes sharp. He didn’t even greet you, just asked coldly, “How was dinner with Minho?”

You froze for a second, sensing that something was off. “It was fine,” you said, trying to sound casual as you took off your shoes. “We had some good food. Why?”

His eyes narrowed, the intensity of his gaze making you uncomfortable. “You really seem to enjoy spending time with him, don’t you?” There was an edge to his voice now, one that made your stomach tighten with unease.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, laughing nervously, but Changbin didn’t return the smile. He took a step closer, his gaze intense, almost accusing.

“I’m talking about how you act around him,” he spat, his voice rising, and the frustration in his tone grew louder. “You always look so… happy when he’s around. But when I’m with you, it’s like I’m just some placeholder. Is that it? Are you really that close with him? Have I been fooling myself?”

You tried to hold back your shock, but the words hit you harder than you expected. “What? Changbin, that’s not—”

“No, no,” he cut you off, shaking his head as his anger surged. “Don’t act like I’m imagining things. You’re closer to Minho than you are to me. I see the way you look at him. It’s like he’s the only one who gets you.” His voice cracked slightly at the end, and you saw the raw vulnerability beneath his anger. He was hurt, and the jealousy gnawing at him was consuming him in a way you didn’t understand.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you tried to reason, your voice trembling now. “Minho is my friend. I’m not doing anything wrong.” You took a cautious step toward him, but he backed away, the space between you two feeling heavier than ever.

“You’re not ‘doing anything wrong’?” His voice was low now, tight with barely controlled rage. “I don’t know what’s worse, watching you laugh and joke around with him while I stand on the sidelines, or seeing you act like everything’s fine when I’m the one here, trying to hold this relationship together. I’m not good enough for you anymore, huh? I’m not the one who makes you happy. He is.”

You could see the pain in his eyes, the anguish behind the jealousy, and for a moment, your heart broke. But it wasn’t just the words. It was how they felt like a blow to your chest. You didn’t want to hurt him, you never did. But the situation felt impossible.

“Changbin, that’s not fair,” you said softly, your voice shaking. “Minho is my friend, and you’re my boyfriend. I care about both of you, but in different ways. You’re the one I’m with, Changbin. Why can’t you see that?”

His face softened for a brief second, but the insecurity still clouded his expression. “I see it, but I don’t feel it. I don’t feel like I’m enough for you. Every time you spend time with him, I start feeling like I’m losing you. I can’t… I can’t stand it.”

You reached out to him, but he flinched, stepping away before your hand could touch him. His back was to you now, his posture rigid, like he was trying to hold everything in.

“I don’t know what you want me to do,” you said, voice breaking. “I can’t just cut Minho off. He’s been there for me, just like you’ve been. I need both of you in my life. I never meant to make you feel like this.”

Changbin’s shoulders trembled, but he didn’t turn to face you. The silence between you both was suffocating, and you could feel the weight of his jealousy pushing him further away.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke in a quiet, strained voice. “I don’t know if I can handle it anymore. Seeing you laugh with him, seeing him make you happy… It just makes me feel like I’m not enough.”

Your heart clenched, and you stepped closer, trying once again to reach him. But he was slipping through your fingers, and you weren’t sure how to stop it.

“I don’t want to lose you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “But I don’t want to lose him, either. Please… don’t make me choose.”

He didn’t respond. The room felt cold, the air heavy with unspoken words. You could see the battle raging inside him the struggle between love and insecurity and you knew that, in this moment, there was no simple way to fix what had been broken.

The silence stretched on, and you realized that you were standing at a crossroads, unsure of how to navigate the emotional storm. The hardest part wasn’t the jealousy. It was the fear of losing both people you cared about, all because of something you never intended to break.

And now, all you could do was wait for Changbin to find his trust again, and hope that Minho’s friendship wouldn’t fall victim to the jealousy that threatened to tear everything apart.

hyunjin

Hyunjin had always been secure in his relationship with you. He trusted you, knew how much you loved him, and never doubted your loyalty. He was never the type to get jealous; he knew the boundaries of friendship, and Changbin was just that, your friend. In fact, Hyunjin admired how close you and Changbin had become over the years, seeing the bond as something healthy. You each had your hobbies and passions, and the balance between your personal space and time together was something that made your relationship work so well.

But recently, something had been stirring inside Hyunjin that he couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t the feeling of inadequacy he knew that wasn’t it but more like a gnawing discomfort whenever you mentioned the gym or spent time with Changbin there.

You had always enjoyed working out, and Hyunjin, well, he preferred to stay home in his little studio, painting away. He loved the quiet, the solitude, the chance to get lost in his art. It had been your routine. He’d paint while you’d go to the gym, and then you’d both meet up later.

But as weeks passed, he noticed that something was different. He found himself more aware of the hours you were spending with Changbin, sharing in that space, laughing, working out together, getting to know each other even better. It wasn’t like he didn’t trust you he did, with everything in him but there was this sudden, unshakable feeling that maybe there was more to it than just fitness routines and friendly chatter.

At first, he told himself it was nothing. He couldn’t let his own insecurities get in the way. But when he found himself zoning out while trying to finish his latest painting, thoughts of you and Changbin at the gym would seep in. The image of you two lifting weights, your smiles, your shared moments… it began to bother him more than he expected.

Then, the shift came one evening when he was finishing up a piece in the studio, and he heard the familiar sound of your footsteps approaching. He looked up to see you standing in the doorway, and for a split second, he wondered if you were tired from your workout, or if something had happened. You gave him your usual smile, your face glowing from the exertion, but something felt off to him.

“You want to join us tomorrow?” you asked casually, like it was no big deal.

But Hyunjin’s mind began to race. You weren’t just asking about a workout session; you were giving him an opening to step into that space with you and Changbin. And for some reason, the thought of it filled him with a kind of anxiousness he couldn’t quite explain.

“I don’t know…” he mumbled, staring at his paintbrush, his fingers gripping it tighter than usual. “I’ve got a lot to do here.”

You tilted your head, sensing something was off but not pressing. “Okay, no worries. Just thought I’d invite you.”

The next few days followed a similar pattern. He’d find himself either painting in his studio or pacing the apartment, unable to focus on his work. You’d come home from the gym, and there was this lingering tension in the air, something Hyunjin couldn’t shake.

Finally, it happened. You and Changbin were heading out to the gym, and Hyunjin found himself at a crossroads. He had been pretending for weeks now that he didn’t care, but that feeling of jealousy had only grown stronger with each passing day. Maybe it was the late-night texts you and Changbin had exchanged about workout tips, or the inside jokes you’d developed with him. Maybe it was the way you spoke about him so casually like a friend you’d been close with for years. But to Hyunjin, it felt like something else, something more, something he was losing out on.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, before you could close the door behind you. His voice cracked slightly, betraying the frustration he had been holding back.

You turned to him, confused. “Yeah?”

“I… I think I’ll join you both at the gym today,” he said, his words coming out in a rush. “I mean, if that’s alright?”

You blinked in surprise. This was unlike Hyunjin, who had never expressed any interest in working out with you before. You smiled softly, assuming it was just a one-time thing, maybe just a way for him to get out of his studio for a while.

“Oh, okay! Sure, come on, it’ll be fun.”

But deep down, Hyunjin wasn’t joining because he suddenly felt like getting fit. No, he was joining because he needed to be closer to you, needed to have more control over what was happening. He didn’t like how much time you were spending with Changbin.

The gym was always meant to be a space for you to unwind, a time where you could let off steam and feel good about yourself, but now it felt different. The moment Hyunjin showed up, you noticed the shift. Changbin greeted him, and there was a brief awkwardness in the air. It wasn’t that Changbin was upset, but he could tell something was off. He gave Hyunjin a friendly nudge, but Hyunjin was too distracted, too wrapped up in his own feelings of insecurity.

The session itself was strange. Hyunjin didn’t know what to do with himself. He’d pick up weights, pretend to follow along with you two, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. He caught himself watching how you and Changbin interacted how comfortable you were, how you laughed at his jokes, how close you seemed. His stomach churned with an unspoken fear of losing that, of losing you to the connection you shared with someone else.

After the workout, when the three of you were sitting together, Hyunjin realized he couldn’t pretend anymore. The jealousy, the discomfort, all of it was too much to hide. It wasn’t about the gym or Changbin at all it was about the fear that maybe, just maybe, he was losing a piece of you he thought he had all to himself.

He waited until you both were headed back home, the tension thick in the air. You glanced at him, sensing his mood, and that’s when he let it all spill out.

“I don’t like it…” he admitted softly. “I don’t like how much time you’re spending with him. It’s not about Changbin. I trust him, it’s just… I feel like I’m losing something, like I’m not enough anymore.”

You stopped in your tracks, eyes wide. “Hyunjin… you know I love you, right? I didn’t think you’d feel this way.”

His face softened, guilt washing over him for letting his feelings get this far. “I didn’t want to feel like this. I just… I’m scared. I don’t want to lose you.”

You reached for his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You haven’t lost me, Hyunjin. You never will. But you’ve got to trust me, trust us. Nothing’s going to change, okay?”

Hyunjin sighed, relief mingling with the heaviness in his chest. He knew it wasn’t about the gym or Changbin, it was about his own insecurities. And with you by his side, he could learn to let go of that fear.

HAN

You’d been so caught up in your own world lately. Between work, friends, and your hobbies, you didn’t even realize how distant things had become with Jisung. You had been spending more time with Seungmin, hanging out, going out, and laughing together. It wasn’t anything special at first. it was just easy, a friendship you both enjoyed. But lately, you felt something shift in the way you connected. Jisung had noticed, too, but he wasn’t saying anything. He kept it to himself, just like he always did when something bothered him.

One evening, you saw that a new movie had come out, a movie you and Jisung had been talking about watching together for weeks. You were both excited about it, and you had promised him you’d watch it the moment it was released. But when Seungmin invited you to hang out and go see the movie with him, you didn’t think twice. You figured Jisung would be fine with it. After all, you’d planned to watch it together, and it wasn’t like you were ditching him on purpose. You were just hanging out with a friend, right?

It wasn’t until you returned home that evening that you realized how wrong you were.

You walked in, expecting Jisung to be asleep or deep into his own world of music production, but instead, you found him sitting on the couch, looking uncharacteristically tense. He had been waiting for you. His eyes were locked on the screen, but his body was stiff, and his jaw was clenched, like he was holding something in.

“Hey, I’m back!” you said with a bright smile, tossing your bag onto the chair.

Jisung didn’t respond at first, his gaze still fixed on the TV. There was a long, uncomfortable silence before he finally turned to you, his face expressionless, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes hurt, disappointment. He couldn’t even look at you when he spoke.

“Had fun?” His voice was sharp, almost too casual, as if he was trying to hide the sting.

You froze, your smile faltering. “Yeah, it was good. Seungmin and I went to see that new rom com movie. It was really funny,” you said, not realizing how much the words would hurt him.

Jisung’s eyes darkened slightly, his lips pressing together in frustration. “You went to watch our movie... with Seungmin?”

You felt your heart drop at the change in his tone, but you couldn’t quite place the tension in his voice. “Jisung, I didn’t mean to... I just—”

“I know what you meant,” he snapped, cutting you off. “It’s fine. You’re allowed to do whatever you want.” He turned away from you, his posture tense, and you could see the way his fingers clenched into fists at his sides.

“Wait,” you said, stepping forward, trying to reach him. “Jisung, I didn’t think—”

“Didn’t think?” he repeated, turning back to face you, his face a mask of frustration and hurt. His eyes, usually so warm and full of laughter, were now clouded with something deeper, something darker. “You didn’t think. That’s the problem.”

You stood there, trying to piece it together. “I didn’t think what?”

Jisung finally let out a shaky breath, his emotions bubbling over in a way you had never seen before. “That movie,” he muttered, his voice trembling with emotion. “I’ve been talking about it for weeks. You promised me we would watch it together. And you went with Seungmin instead. Just like that.”

His words stung in ways you hadn’t expected. You tried to speak, but no words came. He was right. You had promised him you’d watch it together, and you had completely disregarded that promise. In the moment, it hadn’t even crossed your mind that it would hurt him. But now, as you saw the pain in his eyes, you realized just how much it meant to him.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you said softly, your heart aching. “I just... I wasn’t thinking. I thought you’d be okay with it. I’m sorry.”

Jisung shook his head, his voice thick with emotion. “You don’t get it, do you? I’ve been wanting to do something with you. Something just the two of us. And you went with him instead. How long has this been going on, huh? How long have you been pushing me aside for Seungmin?”

The question hit you like a punch to the gut. You never realized how much Jisung had been internalizing his feelings, how much he had been keeping inside while you were just going along with things, assuming everything was fine. You thought your bond was strong enough to handle a little time apart, but for him, it was a breaking point. He felt replaced, ignored, and left behind.

“Jisung, no, that’s not what this is about—” you began, but he cut you off again, his voice rising in frustration.

“I’m not stupid!” he shouted, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. “I know when I’m being replaced. I know when I’m not enough for you anymore. You’ve been pulling away from me for weeks, and I didn’t say anything. I thought it was just in my head. But now... now I can’t pretend anymore.”

The raw pain in his voice hit you like a wave, and you felt the tears well up in your eyes as you reached for him, desperate to make him understand. “No, Jisung, I need you to know that this isn’t about you! I care about you so much. You’re not being replaced, I swear. I never meant to make you feel that way.”

But Jisung was already pulling away, his face crumpling with emotion. “You don’t get it, Y/N. Every time I tried to make plans with you, you were too busy with Seungmin. Every time I tried to be there for you, you were already gone. I’m not just some backup. I don’t want to be someone you’re only half invested in.”

The words hit harder than you ever thought they could. You knew he was hurt, but hearing it all laid out in front of you made it feel like a punch to the gut. You didn’t mean to make him feel this way. You didn’t know how deeply it was affecting him, how much he was bottling up inside.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I didn’t realize how much this was hurting you. I never wanted to make you feel this way.”

Jisung didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he just stood there, his shoulders shaking as the weight of it all finally hit him. His facade cracked, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you saw him break down in front of you. His voice was barely a whisper as he spoke again, a tremble in his words. “I don’t know if I can keep doing this. Keep pretending that I’m okay when I’m not.”

Your heart shattered at the sight of him, and you reached for him, pulling him into an embrace. But he didn’t hug you back right away. He just stood there, limp in your arms, his face buried in your shoulder as he let out a choked sob.

“I’m sorry, Jisung,” you whispered over and over, feeling the weight of his pain pressing down on you. “I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I promise we’ll fix this. I’ll make it up to you. Please don’t shut me out.”

Jisung didn’t respond. Instead, he just clung to you, his tears soaking your shirt as the rawness of everything finally broke free. You knew that this wasn’t going to be easy to fix. But for the first time, you understood the depth of his pain. And you knew that if you wanted to save your relationship, you had to start listening, really listening, to how he was feeling before it was too late.

felix

It had been weeks now, but it felt like Felix was slipping further and further away. At least, that’s how it seemed to you. In the beginning, he had always known how to strike that perfect balance between spending time with you and indulging in his own hobbies. He always made sure to give you the attention you needed, whether that was planning spontaneous dates or simply being present, talking about your day, or even just lying in silence together. You were both busy people, but the moments you spent together were cherished.

But lately? Lately, Felix seemed distracted. He was often glued to his games, headphones on, fully immersed in his world, leaving you to feel like an outsider in your own relationship. The first few times, you brushed it off he was just in his zone. But it became a pattern. You would arrive at his place, excited to spend time together, only for him to be absorbed in his game, leaving you to sit quietly on the couch. He would tell you, “Just a few more minutes,” or “I’m almost done with this round,” his attention more on the screen than you.

You had tried to understand, tried to tell yourself that it was no big deal. But the more it happened, the more frustrated you became. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to enjoy his hobby, but it felt like you were becoming invisible to him. The moments that used to be filled with warmth and laughter now felt empty and lonely.

Today, you had planned to spend some much needed quality time together, but as usual, Felix was too focused on his game. He barely noticed when you walked into the living room. He greeted you with a distracted, “Hey, babe,” before putting his headset back on, signaling he was about to talk to his friends again.

It hurt. More than you expected it to.

You had always tried to be patient, to understand his need for downtime, but there was only so much you could take. You tried to sit next to him, but as soon as you did, you felt like an interruption. He barely acknowledged your presence, his attention fixed on his screen and the voices of his friends through the headset.

A surge of frustration bubbled up, and you stood up, pacing the room. “Felix, seriously? Can you give me some attention for once?”

“Just a few more minutes, please,” he said, barely looking at you. His voice was soft, but there was an edge of irritation in it, as if your request was an inconvenience.

You stood there for a moment, trying to hold it in, but the hurt was too much. “I’m not asking for much, Felix. I’m just asking for a little time together.”

His eyes flickered to you for a moment, his expression apologetic, but he didn’t take off his headset or pause his game. He didn’t even turn the volume down. You stood there, feeling small and invisible, before the frustration finally overtook you.

“I’m going to the living room,” you muttered, walking out of the room before he could say anything.

In the living room, you found Jeongin lounging on the couch, his phone in hand, scrolling through something. He looked up when you entered, offering a half-smile.

“What’s going on?” he asked casually, noticing the way you were clearly fuming.

“Felix is being…” You trailed off, unable to fully explain. “He’s just been ignoring me all day. I’m so frustrated.”

Jeongin raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so he’s gaming again?”

You nodded, rubbing your temples. “Yeah, that’s all he does now. I don’t even know why I’m surprised at this point.”

Jeongin’s expression softened slightly. “Sounds like you need to get out of here for a bit.”

You laughed bitterly. “You’re not wrong.”

Jeongin tilted his head, considering. “Want to do something? I’m free.”

You hesitated, looking at him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t spent time with Jeongin before, but you also didn’t want to make Felix feel more neglected than he probably already did. But at the same time, you couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t.

“Yeah, let’s go shopping,” you suggested, needing a change of scenery, needing to not be stuck in that apartment feeling invisible.

Jeongin jumped up, clearly excited. “Shopping? I’m in. Let’s go.”

You grabbed your purse and walked out without telling Felix anything. You weren’t sure why you felt so petty, but you didn’t feel like explaining yourself to him right now. You needed space from Felix, space from the frustration that had been building up. You just wanted to feel like you mattered again, like you weren’t always second to his games.

A few hours later, you were walking around the mall with Jeongin, laughing at random things, enjoying the simplicity of not having to deal with the tension back at the apartment. You didn’t think about Felix, didn’t even check your phone until it buzzed in your pocket.

It was a call from him.

You sighed before answering. “Hey.”

“You’re not here,” Felix’s voice came through, and there was a clear note of annoyance in it. “I’ve been waiting for you. Where did you go?”

You didn’t feel guilty at first. You just felt exhausted. “I’m out. With Innie.”

“Innie?” Felix’s voice tightened, and you could almost hear him grip the phone harder. “You left to go hang out with him instead of being here with me?”

You froze, the frustration from earlier bubbling up again. “I didn’t leave to hang out with Jeongin. I left because you’ve been completely ignoring me, Felix. You’ve been glued to your game all day, and I’ve tried to be patient, but it’s like I don’t even exist when you’re playing.”

There was silence on the other end, and for a moment, you thought Felix was going to apologize. But when he spoke again, his tone was sharp. “So this is how it’s going to be? You’re going to leave just because I’m playing a game? That’s really mature of you.”

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden snap in his voice. “Felix, I’m not asking you to drop everything, but I can’t keep being ignored like this. I want to spend time with you, but it feels like you don’t care about that anymore.”

The line was silent for a long moment, and you could feel your heart sinking. When he finally spoke again, his words were cold. “I guess I’m just not enough for you, huh?”

Your chest tightened at the finality in his words. “That’s not it, Felix. I just… I want to feel like I matter.”

There was another beat of silence, then the sound of a frustrated sigh. “Fine. Whatever,” he muttered before ending the call without another word.

You stood there, staring at your phone, your heart heavy with disappointment. You hadn’t expected it to go like this. You hadn’t expected him to snap at you, to treat your feelings like they were an inconvenience. It felt like the distance between you was growing, and no matter how hard you tried to reach out, he was always slipping away.

You pocketed your phone, feeling that weight settle in your chest. Jeongin, who had been watching you quietly, raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”

You shook your head, trying to push the tears back. “No. I don’t know what’s going on anymore. It’s like I’m invisible.”

Jeongin stepped closer, his expression softer now. “You’re not invisible. You’re just… you’re just trying to get him to notice you. And sometimes people don’t realize what they have until it’s gone.”

You nodded slowly, swallowing hard. “I hope he realizes before it’s too late.”

seungmin

The last few weeks had been suffocating for Seungmin, and it wasn’t something he knew how to talk about. He prided himself on being calm, collected, the one who could weather any storm without letting emotions take control. But this feeling, this unbearable weight that had settled in his chest, had been eating away at him with every passing day.

You had always been important to him, but the more time you spent with Hyunjin, the more it felt like something was slipping away. It wasn’t just that you were getting close to him it was that Hyunjin was everything you seemed to want now. It started so innocently. You mentioned you were interested in learning how to paint, and naturally, Hyunjin, being the artist he was, had offered to teach you. But what had started as a casual hobby had quickly turned into something much more intimate.

You and Hyunjin had spent hours together, learning techniques, laughing at the mess you made, sharing quiet moments over your canvas. At first, Seungmin tried to brush it off. He told himself it was just a phase, just something new you were interested in. He told himself there was no reason to be jealous, that it was silly to feel left out. But as the days went by, he began to notice something else. Something deeper.

The way you looked at Hyunjin, the way you smiled when he praised your work, the way your eyes sparkled with excitement whenever you talked about your painting sessions. It cut through him like a knife. It was as if the bond you and Seungmin had shared for so long was being slowly replaced, piece by piece, with Hyunjin. The more you two connected, the less Seungmin seemed to matter. You used to tell him everything. You used to come to him with the smallest details of your day, your worries, your joys. But now? Now, it was Hyunjin you turned to. It was Hyunjin who was there when you needed someone to talk to, and it was Hyunjin who made you laugh, who gave you that look of admiration and praise.

It didn’t take long for Seungmin to start feeling like an outsider in his own life.

The worst part was that he couldn’t bring himself to express any of it to you. Every time he tried to put the words together, something stopped him. He was scared of sounding petty, of sounding possessive, of ruining what little time you had with him. He told himself that you had every right to spend time with anyone you wanted, but the pain was growing unbearable, suffocating him with every minute that passed. It felt like he was watching someone else claim the part of you that had always belonged to him.

And so, he did what he always did, he buried it. Seungmin stopped reaching out to you, stopped asking how your painting was going. He kept his distance when he saw you and Hyunjin laughing together in the corner of the room, pretending he didn’t notice how it made his chest tighten. He began avoiding eye contact, pulling away even more whenever you came near. He didn't want to admit that it was jealousy eating him alive. He didn't want to admit that he was terrified of losing you.

You, oblivious to the storm raging inside him, continued on as if nothing had changed. Every time you mentioned Hyunjin, every time you excitedly told him about the next technique Hyunjin had taught you, it was like another knife to his heart. He wanted to be happy for you. He wanted to be the one to encourage your new hobby, but it felt so hollow.

It all came to a breaking point one night, during another quiet hangout. You were sitting on the floor, Hyunjin next to you, as you both worked on your paintings. You had been so close to him, your shoulders brushing as you exchanged thoughts on color palettes. Seungmin couldn’t take it anymore. The room felt suffocating, the noise of everyone around him fading as his gaze fixated on the two of you. The jealousy, the hurt, all bubbled to the surface.

He snapped before he could stop himself. “Are you two done?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the room like a blade. You flinched, and the others looked over at him, confused.

“What?” you asked, clearly taken aback by the sudden outburst.

“You’ve been glued to him all night,” Seungmin spat, his voice filled with raw pain. “Are you even going to look at me tonight, or is it just him? You don’t seem to care about anyone else anymore.”

The words felt like they had been ripped from his chest, but the second they left his mouth, regret came crashing down on him. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t the Seungmin you knew. But it was too late. The damage was done.

Hyunjin, who had been silent up until then, stood up, his eyes narrowed in defense. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, Seungmin? She’s just learning something new. What’s your problem?”

Seungmin turned to him, his fists clenched. He hated the way Hyunjin was standing up for you, but more than that, he hated the way it made him feel small. “My problem is that she’s all you care about now. You’re the one who’s always there for her. Not me.”

Seungmin couldn’t look at either of you anymore. He stormed out of the room, unable to stay in that suffocating atmosphere for another second. He couldn’t even look at you, he couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in your eyes.

You followed him, calling his name softly as you found him standing by the door, trying to control his breathing. He was shaking. His mind was racing, but it was too late to take anything back. He had said the words. He had let the jealousy get the best of him, and now he couldn’t fix it.

“Seungmin,” you said softly, but your voice sounded so far away. “What’s going on? You’ve been avoiding me for days, and now this… what are you even trying to say?”

He couldn’t look at you. “I don’t know,” he muttered. “I don’t know anymore. Maybe… maybe I’m just scared that you’ll… you’ll stop needing me. That you’ll find someone else who fits better with you.”

You stepped closer, but his words seemed to have knocked the air from your lungs. You looked at him, and for the first time, Seungmin saw the hurt in your eyes. Not the confusion, but the real hurt. The realization that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the person you thought he was anymore.

"Seungmin…" you whispered, your voice broken. "You’ve been pushing me away for weeks. I didn’t know you were feeling like this. I thought we were okay."

He swallowed hard, shaking his head. “I thought if I stayed quiet, if I just… kept my distance, I wouldn’t mess this up. But I did. I know I did.”

You took another step forward, your voice trembling as you said, “You don’t have to push me away. I’m here. But if you’re not honest with me, if you keep hiding from me, I don’t know how we can fix this.”

Seungmin felt the crushing weight of his mistake pressing on his chest. Could he fix this? Could he fix the distance that had grown between you, the jealousy that had turned into bitterness? He wasn’t sure. But the silence between you two felt like it was stretching on forever, and for the first time, Seungmin felt the real fear of losing you, not just to Hyunjin, but to his own insecurities.

I.N

The soft hum of the kitchen was interrupted only by the gentle scrape of your spatula against the bowl. You had been working on this cake for hours, mixing, measuring, perfecting. It wasn’t just any cake. It was for Jisung, your close friend, the one who had always encouraged your love for baking. Ever since he’d asked you to teach him how to bake, you’d grown even closer, bonding over the shared experience of perfecting recipes and creating something sweet together. You knew how much he loved your desserts, and it felt special almost intimate in the way he appreciated your effort.

You were genuinely excited, and that excitement kept you focused as you carefully put the batter into a pan. It was a symbol of your friendship, a gesture of gratitude for his constant support. You smiled to yourself, imagining his reaction when he saw it later, the way his eyes would light up. Jisung had always been the kind of friend who made every moment feel lighthearted, and it meant the world that he would be celebrating with you today.

But as you concentrated on the final details, you noticed the change in the room. The weight of the air shifted, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Every time Jeongin passed by, there was a distinct tension that you couldn’t ignore. It was subtle at first, just a flicker of annoyance in his eyes when he walked past. A slight edge in his tone when he grabbed a drink from the fridge and mumbled, "Still working on that stupid cake?" The words weren’t harsh, but they carried an undertone of something deeper, something you couldn’t quite place.

You had always teased Jeongin about his jealousy. The way his eyes would narrow whenever you spent time with other people or how his voice would take on a playful but sharp edge when someone else had your attention. You always called him cute, told him not to worry, reassured him that he was the one who mattered most. It was always just a little game, a tease, a shared joke between the two of you. But today, there was no playfulness in his reactions. No warmth in his scowl.

The moment he asked if you wanted to go for a walk, you didn’t think much of it. Normally, you’d jump at the chance to spend time with him, especially with the weather being so nice. But today, you couldn’t. The cake was still in the oven, and there was this gnawing excitement within you that you couldn’t shake. "Not now, I’m almost done with this," you replied without hesitation. It wasn’t anything personal, it wasn’t about him it was about the cake, about Jisung’s birthday, about something you were doing for a friend.

But Jeongin’s eyes darkened in response, and his voice dropped into something dangerously quiet. "Why are you baking a cake for him? You’ve never baked one for me." There was no teasing this time, no hint of joking. His words were sharp, biting. "It seems too romantic, don’t you think? Don’t you see it?"

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t realized just how deep his feelings ran, or how much he had been bottling up. You thought it was a harmless joke between you two, but this... this was different. You looked up at him, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. His eyes were wide, hurt, and angry, all at once. It was a look you had never seen before, and it sent a wave of guilt crashing over you.

"Jeongin, it’s not like that," you tried to explain, your voice softening, but your hands were trembling now, the frosting you had just prepared, forgotten. "It’s just a cake. It’s for Jisung. I—"

"Yeah, but why him?" Jeongin interrupted, his voice growing louder, desperation creeping into it. "Why does it always have to be everyone else? You never think about me, never do something like that for me. I always tell you that I don’t mind, but I do. You never see it. You always act like I’m just some joke, like my feelings don’t matter."

You froze. Your mind raced to find the right words, but all you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your ears. The weight of his words was suffocating, and suddenly the kitchen, the cake, the warm air that had once been comforting, felt like a prison. You had never realized how much Jeongin needed you, how much he felt overlooked, overshadowed. You had never noticed how deeply his jealousy ran, how much he had been quietly aching, all the while you had thought of it as something harmless, something sweet.

"I didn’t mean to hurt you," you whispered, but the words didn’t seem to matter. Jeongin’s gaze dropped, his jaw tightening as his frustration boiled over.

"Yeah, well, maybe I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with it," he muttered under his breath. "Maybe I’m tired of always being the afterthought."

The truth of his words landed with an ache in your chest. It wasn’t just about the cake. It wasn’t even about Jisung. It was about the months, the years, of you and Jeongin existing in this delicate balance where you never saw how much he needed you, how much he craved the same kind of attention you gave to everyone else. The realization hit you with a cruel force: you had been so caught up in your own world, in your friendships, in the gestures you thought were innocent, that you had missed the small things the subtle signs that showed Jeongin was hurting.

Your head spun, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, the sharp scent of burnt cake cut through the air. You looked at the oven, horror rising in your throat as you rushed to it. The cake, your hours of work was ruined. The edges were blackened, the once-soft sponge now a charred mess.

It was gone. Everything you had worked for, every hope you’d had of giving Jisung a perfect birthday surprise, gone in an instant.

You turned to Jeongin, your face flushed with frustration, helplessness, and something darker. "Are you happy now?" you bit out, your voice sharp and full of anger you didn’t know you had. "Is this what you wanted? I’ve spent hours working on this cake, and now it’s ruined. Just like everything else."

Jeongin didn’t respond. He stood there, staring at you, a mixture of guilt and anger in his eyes. But it wasn’t enough. Not enough for you to stop. Without thinking, you stormed out of the kitchen, your heart pounding in your chest as you fled to the solitude of your room.

The anger didn’t fade. The guilt didn’t ease. You had never felt so utterly disconnected from him, yet somehow, in that distance, you also realized how desperately you needed to fix what had been broken.

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Speak up

Warnings: mommy kink, edging to overstimulation, manhandling, hair pulling, choking, praise, strap (reader receiving)… I think that’s abt it

thank you to @babybatlover for the idea!!!!

Your moans are shaky and unrestrained as you beg Rhea yet again to just let you cum. “Baby-Rhea- pleaseee!” But, your hungry little whines appeal to Rhea’s sadistic side and she just chuckles lowly, swatting your hand away and continue to kiss and lick and your exposed chest. Rhea was too good with her fingers you mused hazily as she once again hit your g-spot your back bowing off the bed in response. “You can take it sweetheart.” She smirks down at you, the simple action has you biting your lip in need. “My good girl, yeah?” The rumble of her aussie accent has your legs opening just a tiny bit more, allowing her more access to your dripping core. “So fucking easy.” Rhea chides nipping at your collar bone as a giggle slips past your parted lips. Putting on your best pout you look down at her, simpering at the sight of her pleasuring you. “I need you so bad.” You whisper delicately, batting your eyelashes in a ploy to rile her up.

Rhea was sure you’d be the death of her.

Especially when the accompanying noise that she drug out of you was so desperate she decided to give you what you wanted. You let out a shriek as she hoisted you closer to her. The effortless display of strength turning you on more than you’d ever admit to her. “Is that a yes- Oh…” you sighed happily as Rhea slipped her strap inside of your gushing cunt. Rhea grinned at your stupefied expression, gripping the sides of your supple hips to pull you easily back down onto her cock.

“This what you needed hmm?” Rhea purrs, moaning as your fingernails dragged down her back. No doubt leaving marks that she’d gladly parade around. “Ye-yeah- oh my goodddd!” Your satisfied mewl only eggs Rhea on as she increases the speed of her hips. “You’re so fucking hot.” Rhea bites out, each word punctuated by a passionate thrust that had you reeling. Your whole body trembles at the confident dominance that Rhea had over you. On their own accord, your legs wrapped around her waist in an attempt to have her even closer to you. “Such a pretty girl,” Rhea continues, her voice still seductively low. A sweet surprised gasp leaves you as her lips ghost along your neck. “My pretty girl.” She clarifies, as her free hand snakes down to play with your clit.

You swear you see stars at this, your mouth hanging open in filthy pleasure. You’re vaguely aware of the pleased raspy hum Rhea lets out at your state, too wrapped up in her skilled hands that are playing your body so easily. It was like you were made for her. And in her eyes, you were. So as you rocked your hips against her, she paid little mind to the smaller sobs you let out until you said it. “Mommy-hahh-please fuck me…” You froze, your keen trailing off in self consciousness until you looked up at Rhea’s face. Her pupils were fully blown as she looked down at you with a renewed lust.

“What did you call me?” Rhea murmurs huskily. A darkened look of possessive need covering her sharp features. Her hand trails up to your throat and squeezes addictively. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your hand resting on top of hers as you flounder for your answer. Rhea quirks her brow at your silence, slowing her hips to a lazy grind. You let out a breathy cry at the loss of stimulation, biting your lip once more as Rhea cups your mandible, tipping your chin up to look at her.

“Speak up gorgeous,” she says sickeningly sweet as she presses several insistent kisses on any skin she can reach. “And mommy just might fuck you so good that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” Your mouth drops open at her filthy words. The moan that leaves you is absolutely pornographic, and it takes all the restraint that Rhea has to not fuck you until you writhed completely dumb beneath her.

“I..fuck Rhea…” you trail off embarrassed, your face is bright red and your pathetic whimpers have her grinning down to you. “Say it.” She says quietly, licking a stripe of your neck with a sultriness that has you choking out a low plea. “Mommy,” you moan out brokenly at she starts to thrust into you again. “Oh-holy fuckkkk.” You wail as Rhea presses closer to you, caging her strong arms around you. “There we fucking go,” Rhea grins against your neck, her hand on the inside of your thigh keeping your legs spread wide for her. “So wet for me too.” Rhea hums. You nod vigorously wrapping your arms around her neck as your smile warbles unabashed. “All for you mommy.” You hiccup. Your back arches as she pulls your hips back into hers. “God that’s fucking sexy.” Rhea groans eagerly, the precise push of her hips leaving you breathless.

“Please-please ‘m gonna cum” your shy whines have Rhea whining needily into your chest. The tightened coil of arousal that is swirling in your belly is so close to snapping, and with the dirty talk that’s being cooed to you pushes you closer to the edge. “Then come on mommy’s cock baby,” Rhea drawls, dragging her lips across yours. “Make a mess for me to clean up.” You cry out achingly as you cum, chanting Rhea’s name over and over.

You barely come down from your high as Rhea flips you over dragging your cunt towards her face. Your lip trembles as she begins to lick at your clit. “Rhea?” You gasp out surprised trying to move your hips away from her mouth. She smirks up at you, and you moan at her debauched state, her lips already glistening. “Oh no sweetheart,” Rhea purrs once more, licking around your clit and into your fluttering hole. You yelp at the overstimulation, your hands threading into her long hair.

“Mommy’s not done with you yet.”

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justletmesmokeandsleep · 5 months ago

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Is this what you read about?

GHOSTFACE!RHEA RIPLEY X READER

Summary: rhea takes you to an abandoned library as a surprise date, with another little surprise in store

Warnings: rough sex, strap on, name calling (mami, baby, angel, darling, slut), slight spanking, mask kink, knife play

Let me know if I missed any!!

"Rhea, where the hell are we?" You say as you pull into a dark parking lot. About an hour ago rhea came up to your shared bedroom and stated she was taking you on a date. You got dressed in a cozy sweater and grey skirt with some patterned tights and loafers. You had been sitting in the passenger seat, reading your newest book, when you looked up.

"Just a little spot I caught wind of" Rhea states with her signature devilish smirk. She parks the car and you both get out. As your walking to the front of this building you catch glimpse of a sign that reads 'north orange branch library'. You remembered reading about this, the library was shut down a few months ago and had been completely abandoned since, though it still seemed to be in pretty good shape.

You reach the door right as rhea unlocks it, not bothering to question how she got the key as you walk inside. You walk through the lobby and as you're standing near the front desk you realize the whole place was practically untouched. Shelves and shelves of books, dvds, magazines, and even computers. As you're standing there you hear footsteps approaching behind you, instantly recognizing the sound of your girlfriends boots

The footsteps come to a stop directly behind you. You can feel her body heat from how close she is. Just as you're about to say something you hear her speak.

"Run."

She states simply. You're confused "what?" You question, nearly laughing. You're about to turn to look at her when you feel a cold steel blade against your throat. You gasp at the feeling on the metal against your skin

"I said run."

The raven haired woman removes the knife from your throat and without a second thought you run through the library. The mix of fear and arousal fueling your every bound. You rush part rows and rows of books, looking for a hiding spot. You finally spot a desk nestled nicely in a far corner of the library, you scoot the chair out enough to wedge yourself under the desk. Once you believe yourself to be well hidden you shed your sweater, leaving you in your undershirt, and start to try and listen, straining your ears attempting to hear the footsteps of your hunter.

And then you finally hear the heavy footsteps of combat boots on the thick carpet, and they're close by. Your breathing picks up and you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the breathing. The footsteps, your trying desperately to hear them again, figure out where she could be. You finally hear something "gotcha." The familiar aussie accent echos through your ears as the chair in front of you is abruptly pulled away. You were found. You had choice to make and you had to make it fast, so before rhea could get you in her grasp you duck under the side of the desk and take off down another row of books.

You turn to see if the tall woman was following you and to your surprise when you glance back you're not met with the stunningly crystal blue eyes you're used to but instead the black ones of a ghostface mask. You gasp at the sight and stumble backwards, falling right onto the floor. Watching in an intoxiacating mix of shock, fear, and arousal as her masked figure stalked towards you. Still on the floor you start to crawl backwards until your back hits a bookshelf "nowhere to run now, pretty girl" you hear the tattooed figure announce as she places down her bag.

Your breathing quickens as the tall figure reaches you and squats to your level. She brings the sharp blade to your face, trailing the sharp tip of the knife from your ear to the corner of your lips. Not sharp enough to cut but sharp enough to feel the scratch. She then places the blade at your throat like before, you can't help but gasp and squirm slightly as cold steel contacts your skin. You hear a dark chuckle from rhea as she turns the knife, now using the side of the blade to tilt your head upwards to make eye contact with her. Or with the mask.

"Such a little slut for mami, aren't you?" You let out a slight whimper at her words, she trails the tip of the knife from your throat to your shoulder. Your eyes shut and you continue to breathe heavily as the cool blade glides against your skin. "I asked you a question and I suggest you answer, sweet girl" still trying to regulate your breathing, you don't register her words until you feel the sting of the blade leaving a small slash into your upper arm. You moan in a mix of pain and pleasure at the sensation. "I said answer me." She states sternly, you look up at her "Yes mami" you respond. Her body relaxed at your words, satisfied at the answer.

She leans back slightly, retracting the knife from you skin as she does so. She looks at you for a moment, deciding her next move. "Off" she states gesturing to the grey tank top you had been wearing. You take a second to register the words but quickly do as she says, not wanting another lick of the knife, kicking off your shoes in the process. She admires you for a bit longer before leaning back into, placing the knife back at your throat. She leans in more, slipping a hand behind you, at the base of your spine. You gasp slightly and arch your back into her, she let's out another dark chuckle. Her hand slowly travels up your spine to your bra clasp, snapping it open easily. You let the straps fall down your shoulders and arms before tossing it to the side with your shirt

She looks down, admiring you. "Such a pretty little angel" she says before moving the knife again. She trails the sharp tip down the center of your chest before turning it sideways and pressing the side of the blade against your nipple. You groan and arch into the cold sensation. She then continues trailing the knife around your body, she appears to be following the knife with her eyed but you couldn't tell with the mask. "Please" you half whimper, "Please what, baby? Gotta use your words angel" she responds without missing a beat. You take a breath before continuing your plead, "Please can I see you, mami?" She halts her movements. "You wanna see mami?" She asks as she stands and turns to walk away, you sit there confused until she continues, "you're gonna have to come earn it." She unbuttons and slides off her black jeans and hops onto a near by table, you sit there, dumbfounded and admiring her. "Come here, angel" she says, and pats the inside of her thigh. You finally get up, slightly shaking, and walk over to her. You're standing maybe a foot away from her face, awaiting your next command. "C'mon baby, on your knees"

You drop to your knees without hesitation, you look up at her and she moves her hand to the back of your head. "You know what to do, be a good girl." You move your eyes to her clothed core, placing a gentle kiss against the fabric, causing rhea to gasp slightly, before tugging her panties down her legs and discarding them with the rest of the clothes. "Fuck" you mumble under your breath, even in the dim light of the library you can see her wetness glistening. She applies a slight pressure to the back of your head and you waste no time following her silent command. You dip your tongue down to her entrance, sliding through her folds and up to her clit. You feel her grip your hair tighten as you repeat your movements, she tilts her head back. You can tell she's trying to keep herself together. You move your tongue up to slowly circle her clit, she let's out a drawn out groan. You continue your circles, slowly but surely increasing your pace. "Cmon baby you can go a little harder for mami" she states in a tone clearly telling you she put of breath. You smile slightly knowing that your the one making her lose her composure like this. As you continue your circles on her clit you push your tongue into her harder than before. "Oh fuck! Just like that angel!" She nearly screams as her thighs close around your head, but your movements never falter, determined to make her cum on your tongue. And with just a few more flicks of your tongue she releases with strained whine, clearly biting her lip under the mask.

You pull back and look up at her catching her breath. Having gained some confidence you ask "did I earn my reward mami?" She chuckles darkly before replying, "not quite, darling, now let's see how much of a good girl you can be." She then stands and lifts you on to the table as if you weighed nothing. You then watch as she walks over to where her bag was place, pulling out her favorite deep purple strap. You continue to admire her as she adjusts the harness around her hips. "Like what you see, pretty girl?" She chuckles. "Mhm" is all you can manage as she makes her way over to you. She makes it to you and flips you over on the table, having you now on your stomach. You gasp at the quickness of her actions and watch as her hand moves to grab the knife laying on the table. Next thing you know the blade is being dragged up the the back of you thighs. You can feel the way the nylon of you tights stretches to try and follow the blade as trails closer to your ass. She reaches the hem of your underwear and you feel a small prick along with hearing the sound of tearing fabric as she cuts through your tights and through the back of your underwear, leaving the perfect rip in the fabrics for her to fuck you.

Her hand moves to your hair, leaving soothing scratches, it's only then that your realize how quickly you had been breathing. She let's you catch your breath for a second before taking the tip of the strap and rubbing it up and down your newly exposed slit, you let a loud gasp at the touch and lean your head back into the hand still resting on your scalp. She repeated this movement until you where whimper under her, "Please...rhea" you breath out only to be answered with a sharp smack to your ass. "You know better, baby, try again" she states as she continues her movements. "Please mami" you correct "please fuck me".

You finally feel her slide the tip of the strap into you, "good girl" she moans out as if she were truly entering you. You gasp at the fullness and reach one hand out to grip the end of the table, the other is folded under your chin. Once she bottoms out she gives you bit to adjust before moving, but the moment she does you let out a moan of pure pleasure before pushing your face into your arm to silence yourself. Apon noticing this rhea grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your hair back as her quickly goes for slow and gentle to fast and rough, "If I wanted you to be quite I would have told you too, now don't hide your pretty noises from me, okay darling?" At this point her rough pace has your eyes rolled to the back of your head with your mouth dropped open in a silent scream but you manage to pull yourself together to whimper out a "Yes mami". She releases your hair from her grip but continues her rough treatment of your cunt, both hands gripping your hips as she thrusts in and out of you.

She’s so rough with you that tears start to brim in your eyes and soon enough your gasping for breath while moaning and screaming for her. Unable to focus on anything but her strap and the way it stretches and fills you with every thrust. “Mami” you moan out to her, “yes, what is it darling?” She asks, already knowing what your about to say. “I’m so close mami please can I cum for you?" You plead in a rather pathetic manner, but you’re too fucked out to care. She then rather abruptly pulls out of you, flipping you over onto your back, pulling the mask off and tossing it to the side. “I want to look into your eyes while you come for me, okay baby?” She wastes no time and thrusts the strap back into you, “okay mami” you manage to whine out between gasps me moans. The pleasure is to overwhelming to keep your eyes open and you allow them to slip closed, only to be met with rheas firm grip around your throat. “I said I wanted to look into your eyes, angel, now open them before I stop” not needing anymore warning other than that you snap your eyes open. You are instantly met with rheas beautiful crystal blue eyes, her face red and flushed from the heat of the mask, her hair that was neatly pulled back now has strands falling into her face. The look of her alone could’ve been enough to make you cum but that plus the feeling of her relentlessly pounding into you throws you violently over the edge. You cry out her name as you cum around her strap, still not breaking eye contact, no matter how much your eyes wanted to close.

You simply lay there a moment, catching your breath before rhea pulls some wet wipes from her bag to clean you up. Once you are both redressed you walk out of the library together and you sleep the whole drive home.

Thank you everyone for reading and I am once again so sorry for the wait, I hope it was a good read cause I’ve never really written something like this before ❤️

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dreamauri · 6 months ago

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♪ — 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗬 lando norris x fem! reader x oscar piastri ( smut ) fic summary . . . nothing, just filthy threesom smut

( general master list ) ( requests ) ( more of lando norris | more of oscar piastri )

content warnings . . . MDNI +18!!, threesom, bottom oscar, soft dom reader, soft dom lando, anal, riding.

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“I’m not teasing you too much, am I?” You smile, tossing your shirt off. Oscar gulped at the sight of you sitting on the floor between his thighs, a whine falling from his lips unintentionally at the sight of kissing his inner whines. The whine Oscar let out was enough to drive you more hungry.

Licking a path up his thighs, you shifted closer until your knees hit the bed Oscar was sitting on. You could practically feel his shaky breaths as you took his lip in your mouth. His moans followed suit, one of his hands hovering over your head in frustration and need.

You enjoyed feeling Oscar yearning for you, his little whines and gasps when your tongue slid over his tip. He whispered a little please in hopes that you’d take the rest of his length in your mouth but you didn’t. The needy moan that vibrated in his throat when you pulled away got you smiling.

“No no, please,” Oscar begged softly at the sight of Lando sitting behind you. He gritted his teeth, watching the Brit wrap his arms around you and pull you in a French kiss, forgetting him all pulsing and mad.

“I-I got a podium, please,” his beg came again. You couldn’t help but giggle, looking at the Aussie from the corner of your eye whilst still busy with Lando.

“I mean he is right,” you hum against Lando’s lips. “Today should be all about him, no? A podium in Monaco is something.”

Lando looked up at Oscar with an amused smirk. “What do you have in mind?”

Oscar visibly gulped at the two hungry and lustful stars he received. It felt like two lions deciding how to torment their prey.

You climbed up on the bed, straddling Oscar's lap who crawled backwards in return. The anxiousness was written clearly on his face and you can’t help but enjoy it. The smile never left your face once as you rolled on your back and pulled Oscar on top of you.

Without hesitation you pull him down from the back of his neck, chuckling at the sight of Lando pouring lube on his hand as he got on the bed behind Oscar. You had to take the opportunity, reaching with your free hand to guide Oscar's dick to your entrance. And happily, Oscar didn’t need to be told twice, pushing in with a moan.

You cupped his cheeks with a smile, biting your bottom lip while Oscar only gave you a pout, leaning back down for another kiss. Your shared kisses were always soft and loving. They somehow always drove Oscar hungry yet full. You can feel his shaky breaths each time he pulls for oxygen before leaning back in for more.

One of your hands traveled to the back of his head playing with his hair and soon enough you heard the scream you were expecting.

"No, no, no," you found yourself laughing at the sight of Oscar as he jolted and moved forward to try and escape only for Lando to pull him back from his hips.

The Aussie was visibly shaking at the foreign feeling of Lando's finger coated with cold gel, pressed into the hole of his ass.

"Oh, come on," you cooed, cupping Oscar's cheek and pressing soft pecks to his lips. "You wanted the attention. I think it's only fair if you get it from both ends." you hum. Oscar only whimpered in reply, keeping his eyes shut as he tried to process what his body felt.

You sat up so you could both watch Lando and still comfort Oscar simultaneously. Holding the Ausie's head in your shoulder, you watched his body twitch and squirm as his teammate invaded his insides.

"So tight," Lando finds himself smirking. You felt Oscar squirm and lean further in your embrace as Lando starts thrusting the finger, in and out in and out. "You have to relax, Osc," the Brit warns, pushing his finger deeper causing the younger of the McLaren drivers to squirm and grip at your thighs and hips.

You could feel the moment Lando added another finger. Oscar arched back and whimpered, attempting to vocally communicate the difficulty he was facing but he only nabled little whines and whimpers as his body lightly rocked back and forth with Lando’s palm.

When Lando decides that Oscar’s loosened enough, he's flipped on his back so Lando can sit between his thighs better. You wrap your arms under the Ausie'sarms and around his chest as Lando holds his hips and positions himself. You could see the hungry look in the green eyes. With the way Lando wets his lips and fixes Oscar in front of him, you could tell this was going to be a rough night for the poor Oscar.

The Australian buries his face in the crook of your neck and practically melts into your touch, searching for comfort to make up for the fear he's drowning in. Still, you're too focused on the sight in front of you, mindlessly tracing shapes to Oscar's chest as you take in and admire the sight of Lando.

As Lando slowly pushes inside Oscar, you hold the Aussie tightly, feeling his body tense up beneath you. Oscar's fingers dig into your shoulders, his breathing ragged against your skin. You stroke his back soothingly, whispering reassurances as Lando begins to move.

"Lando, easy . . . slow," you urge, watching the Brit's face contort with concentration. Oscar whimpers, his hips bucking involuntarily as Lando's thick cock stretches him open.

"Fuck, he's so tight," Lando grunts, his voice strained. But feels incredible.

Oscar nods frantically against your neck, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. You tighten your embrace, determined to ground him amidst the overwhelming sensations.

"It's okay, baby... just breathe," you murmur,

As Lando picks up pace, you focus on Oscar's reactions, sensing his body begin to relax and adapt to the intrusion. His whimpers gradually soften into low moans, hips starting to meet Lando's thrusts with increasing eagerness.

"You like that, don't you?" Lando teases, his voice husky with arousal. "Taking us both deep inside…"

Oscar's response is a choked cry, his nails scraping down your back as he arches into Lando's grip. You continue to caress his sweat-dampened skin, offering support and encouragement.

"That's it, Osc… Let go," you coax, feeling his climax building. "We've got you."

Lando's movements become more urgent, driving into Oscar with powerful strokes. The Aussie's moans escalate, turning into high-pitched cries of pleasure. You can feel the tension coiling tighter in his body, ready to snap.

Suddenly, Oscar's back seizes up, his entire frame shuddering as he comes undone. "Ah! Fuck, yes!" he screams, convulsing in your arms as his orgasm crashes through him.

Lando follows shortly after, slamming deep and holding still as he finds his own release. You cradle Oscar close, stroking his hair as he trembles through the aftershocks, panting heavily against your chest.

After a moment, Lando withdraws carefully, collapsing beside them with a satisfied sigh. You glance over at the Brit, noting the sheen of sweat on his brow and the satisfied smirk on his lips.

Suddenly, Oscar's back seizes up, his entire frame shuddering as he comes undone. "Ah! Fuck, yes!" he screams, convulsing in your arms as his orgasm crashes through him.

Lando pulls out of Oscar, leaving the Aussie trembling and whimpering softly. He turns his attention to you, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss. Your lips part eagerly, tongues tangling as he explores your mouth thoroughly.

Breaking the kiss, Lando gazes into your eyes, desire smoldering in their depths. "Ride him, love," he urges, nodding towards Oscar. "I'll take you from behind."

Oscar looks up at you pleadingly, his expression a mix of exhaustion and desperate need. "Yn… please…" he whispers hoarsely.

You smile reassuringly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "Of course, babe," you murmur, reaching for the lube.

As you prepare yourself, Oscar's whines grow louder, his hips squirming restlessly against the mattress.

Once you're slicked up, you straddle Oscar's hips, guiding his hardening cock to your entrance. With a soft gasp, you sink down onto him, savoring the delicious stretch as he fills you up.

Oscar's hands fly to your waist, gripping tightly as he lets out a high-pitched yelp. "Shit, Yn… you're so full already," he pants, his voice breaking on a whimper.

You start to rock your hips, setting a slow rhythm that allows you both to adjust. Oscar's breath hitches with each movement, his body quivering beneath yours.

Just then, Lando positions himself behind Oscar, the head of his cock notching against the Aussie's stretched hole. "Ready for me, mate?" he asks, his voice low and husky with anticipation.

Oscar nods frantically, his eyes rolling back as he braces for Lando's entry. "Please, Lando… need you," he begs, his voice barely above a whisper.

With a grunt, Lando thrusts forward, sinking into Oscar's receptive heat with a smooth glide. Oscar's back arches off the bed, a sharp cry escaping his lips as he's filled once again.

You continue to ride Oscar, the three of you moving in tandem as Lando sets a steady pace from behind. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh mingle with Oscar's whimpers and moans, creating a sensual symphony.

As you pick up speed, Oscar's whines escalate into desperate pleas. "Harder… please, harder!" he chants, his hips bucking wildly between you and Lando.

You manage to tear your attention away from the erotic spectacle unfolding before you long enough to spot the discarded candy wrapper. With a playful grin, you pop the sweet into your mouth and then lean in to offer it to Oscar, who's still caught up in the throes of passion with Lando.

"Mmm, try some, babe," you encourage, pressing your lips to his in a heated kiss. Oscar's tongue darts out to lick at the candy's flavor on yours, sending a thrill through you both.

Just as Oscar starts to savor the treat, Lando breaks away from his oral assault on your neck to eye the shared snack enviously. "May I?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

You nod, breaking the kiss with Oscar to turn your attention to the British bad boy.

Lando captures your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving past your lips to tangle with yours. The lingering sweetness of the candy mingles with the musk of sex, an intoxicating blend that makes your head spin.

As Lando devours your mouth, one hand snakes around to palm your breast, thumb rubbing over the sensitive peak. You moan into the kiss, arching into his touch.

The sound of Oscar's whimpers and gasps from beneath you serves as a reminder of the other lovers in this tangled web of pleasure. Lando seems to sense your thoughts, breaking the kiss to gaze into your eyes with a wicked glint.

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orimuraa · 16 days ago

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• That L-O-V-E - 심재윤 ↳ ┊: so cynical (badum) - le sserafim

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆a date with your hot, nerdy boyfriend who’s just so down bad for you ⨾

۶ৎ nerd!jake x fem!reader┆fluff, slight smau? (insta stories at the end)┆petnames, kissing┆wc 694

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: part three!!! sorry for taking forever TT but i’m back now!! thank you to 🍰 nonnie who has requested all three parts to this !

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

part 1 part 2

it was finally your summer break right after all your exams and hard work. jake had said he would take you out to the amusement park once you were both free from school, so here you are, standing in a short dress while jake can't help but rake his eyes up and down your gorgeous figure.

the two of you were sitting down for a calm little ride before all the extreme ones. your thighs were being way too exposed for jake's liking (because he should be the only one to be able to see that). so to fix that, he quickly took off his jacket, placing it onto your thighs to cover the exposed parts.

"what a gentleman," you giggle, before quickly choking at the sight of him now in his white tank top that showed so much muscle you wondered how you were still breathing.

"jakey~ you look so good in tank tops! how come you don't where them more often?" you tease, kissing right under his jaw. jake—feeling flustered, couldn't form a proper word as he was too shy and embarrassed to be able to function.

“well- i just thought it might get hot…and i…” jake nervously rambled, his ears burning and he suddenly felt hot under all the attention. you just laughed at how cute he was before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, telling him to just enjoy the view and that you were only teasing.

the next stop for you both was the haunted house. you were not at all a fan of scary things but you felt much safer having your boyfriend right by your side. however, once you were inside, you regretted ever walking in.

the scares were insane and instinctively, you threw your arms around jake’s waist, shoving your face into the crook of his neck to shield you from the jump scares. jake felt the blush rise up his neck but he ignored it to make sure he protected his girl and led you safely out.

after a few more intense rides, you both agreed to go on the ferris wheel to watch the sunset. yes, it was a bit cheesy, but it was still special because of your wonderful boyfriend. following tradition, you both kissed at the top, the kiss sweet yet gentle. it was perfect. the sunset illuminated your features, making you both radiate golden light.

“i love you princess,” jake whispered, leaning his forehead against yours and closing his eyes.

“i love you too jakey.”

he softly pulled you onto his lap, kissing you on your lips, forehead, temple, and nose. moments like these always made him so grateful that he was able to be yours. to be the one loving you—cherishing you.

he loved the way you let him yap about random things, the way you always listened and never told him to shut up. he always got carried away talking about things he liked, yet you always let him. you found him adorable the way his eyes would light up and sparkle, and how his hands were just as expressive as his eyes. you had no idea what he was talking about, but his voice was so soothing to hear. his prominent aussie accent, the way his korean is a but slurred, and his passion in his tone, he was perfect.

at the end of the day, you both decided to take some photos to commemorate this day. there were photos of just jake looking handsome as always, or just you looking breathtaking, and there were some with the both of you, taking couple pictures that made everyone who would see it feel single.

you had brought your polaroid camera as well, so you were able to get many cute polaroids together. there were countless polaroids that scattered your bag, but a few were more special.

you had kissed jake’s cheeks, collarbones, and his jaw in some of the photos, leaving his skin stained with your gloss. it was very faint, but it was still there if you looked hard enough.

you ended the perfect date with so many memories, and the cutest polaroids in your phone cases.

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gracie-eilish · 2 months ago

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hi, can i request a fluff one shot about reader and billie spending time together on tour (in australia maybe?) i was inspired by her recent ig story and really like the idea of doing fun activities together when she’s free from performing 🥺

on aussie time

warnings: none! just fluff

pairing: billie x reader

summary: you and billie spend her day off in sydney seeing the sights and having fun, and of course relaxing with each other :)

an: i couldn’t fit every iconic aussie billie moment into this fic im sorry😭😭 but i think it’s still cute hehe

two in one day?! gracie’s gone rogue today.

The morning air in Australia was already tinged with sunshine and salt by the time you rolled over and blinked into the soft cotton sheets of your hotel bed. Billie was still curled into you, a sleepy little tangle of limbs and messy hair, her cheek squished adorably against your shoulder. You could feel the slow rise and fall of her breathing, and you didn’t move—not yet. Today was rare. A day off. No rehearsals. No press. Just Billie, you, and a whole golden day stretched out ahead of you like a dream.

You ran your fingers gently through her hair, and she stirred with a low, contented hum. Then her eyes peeked open, bright and blue and heavy with sleep.

“Good morning, angel,” she whispered, her voice husky with rest.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Morning, love bug.”

She stretched like a cat, limbs extending across the bed, and let out a dramatic sigh. “I vote we spend today doing nothing… unless that nothing includes a beach, or lollies, and a whole lot of you.”

You pretended to think. “Hmm. I guess I could be convinced.”

🐚

The beach in Sydney was alive with energy when you arrived, a canvas of golden sand and turquoise waves. Billie wore one of her oversized tees over a bathing suit, big sunglasses perched on her nose, and a bucket hat that made her look like the most fashionable sun-shy cryptid you’d ever seen. She clutched your hand like it was an anchor, and you both kicked off your shoes as soon as you hit the sand.

Her bandmates were already there, and the rest of the crew had set up a chaotic little beach base: towels, sunscreen, snacks, and someone’s portable speaker playing an old-school playlist.

You and Billie made a beeline for the water, giggling as you danced away from the waves at first, before finally letting them crash over your feet. You shrieked when it touched you, and looked up at her with wide, delighted eyes. “It’s cold!”

She laughed. “It’s the ocean, baby. Not a bathtub.”

“Well, I demand a refund,” you said solemnly, before she launched a splash at you with both hands.

You chased her through the shallow waves, both of you shrieking and laughing, until you collapsed into the water together, soaked and breathless. Billie pulled you into her arms, her hand reaching for yours automatically.

“This is the best day off ever,” she said, looking up at the bright blue sky.

“It’s only just started,” you replied, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze.

🍬

Later, you all piled into a couple of cars and drove into town, heading straight for the famous lolly shop Billie had been talking about since you landed in Australia. As soon as you stepped inside, it was like walking into Willy Wonka’s brain. The walls were lined with jars of colorful sweets, and the air smelled like sugar and childhood. Billie gasped dramatically and turned to you with wide, mock-serious eyes.

“I think we should live here now.”

You giggled, already reaching for a little scoop to fill a paper bag with rainbow gummies. One of the shop attendants came over, clearly recognizing Billie since she had requested to have some time in the shop just her and us. “Would you guys like to try making your own custom lolly batch today? We’re just setting up a demo.”

Billie’s face lit up like it was Christmas morning. “Shut. Up. YES.”

You were soon ushered into a little glass-walled section of the store where the candy-making magic happened. You all donned aprons and plastic gloves, and Billie was already giggling as she attempted to tie her apron strings and failed.

“Help me, my hands are sticky already,” she whined dramatically.

You moved behind her, tying it for her, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “There. Ready for sugar warfare.”

The candy chef showed you both how to work with the warm, stretchy sugar, and Billie tried to twirl it into the start of a spiral but accidentally flung a bit onto her own arm. You both burst into laughter, and you tried to wipe it off, only to stick your glove to her sleeve.

“This is a trap,” you said, grinning.

You ended up designing a lolly that was swirled in some of her favorite colors—black, green, and this dreamy lavender she said reminded her of the sky during her favorite dream. Billie on the other hand had designed an adorable koala. Wholesome right? Wrong.

At one point one of the girls had gone to the other side of the glass to record Billie rolling out her lollys… and in true Billie fashion she bit her lip and you could practically hear “Pony” by Ginuwine playing as she seductively rolled out her candy; the room dissolved into side splitting giggles watching her.

Once Magic Mike over there had calmed down, you all painstakingly pulled and twisted and cut the mixture into bite-sized pieces.

When you finally tasted one of the finished lollies, Billie popped hers in and gasped. “Okay wait… this is kinda fire.”

“You’re a candy genius,” you said, offering her another.

She took it with a silly little bow, her eyes soft and glowing. “Only with my muse by my side.”

🌙

By evening, after the sugar crash and sun warmth had finally settled into your bones, you both decided to skip the party some of the crew was heading to and stay in. The balcony of your hotel room was spacious and quiet, the waves rolling gently in the background like a lullaby. A big cushioned loveseat faced the ocean, and Billie was already curled up in it, barefoot, legs tucked under her, in one of your hoodies that she’d stolen.

You stepped out with two mugs of tea, handing her one and settling beside her. She snuggled up instantly, her head on your shoulder, her fingers tracing slow patterns over your thigh. The moon hung low over the sea, casting a silver path across the water. The sky was deep indigo, peppered with stars, and the only sound was the ocean and the occasional sleepy birdcall.

“I love this,” Billie murmured into your collarbone. “All of it. But especially you.”

You kissed the top of her head. “You have me. Always.”

She was quiet for a moment, her hand slipping into yours.

“I know I’m always running around, doing stuff, flying everywhere,” she whispered. “But days like this—where I don’t have to be ‘Billie Eilish’ and I can just be your girlfriend on the beach in a bucket hat… those are the ones that keep me going.”

You turned to her, brushing her hair back so you could look into her eyes. “I love you exactly as you are. Whether you’re playing sold-out arenas or making a mess in a candy shop.”

She laughed softly, eyes shining. You both fell into a comfortable silence after that, just holding each other while the ocean whispered in the distance. The scent of salt air and the warmth of tea and Billie’s steady heartbeat wrapped around you like a blanket.

And in that moment—peaceful, wrapped up in each other, the sky yawning open above you—you both knew that this day, this love, this softness… was the kind of thing you’d remember forever.

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suiana · 11 months ago

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imagine moving to australia and accidentally catching the attention of a yandere! australian.

you're tired, absolutely done with the weather and the weird lingo the aussies use. what is a woolies? what is with their obsession with football? and all of a sudden there's now this... random australian man obsessing over you??

the fact that you live away from the city is also a problem. hours away from everyone, little to no people you can contact in case of an emergency... well, that's more of a you problem than his problem. this works out perfectly for him.

"howzagauhn? yeah, nah yeah-"

"what."

you can't decipher his accent or the way he talks so you can only stare like 🙂 as your new neighbor introduces himself to you. yeah... you probably should've moved to the city instead of some suburb.

anyway he fell for you at first sight, heart eyes and all. you were the love of his life, the one he'd buy a house with despite being in the middle of a housing crisis and the stupidly hellish taxes. he would love it if you two went shopping together and maxed out his credit card, isn't that romantic?

eventually, the two of you start going out and you realize he isn't what he seems.

well, you knew he was always a bit weird. the way he'd shake life a leaf whenever you touched him was one reason why you suspected him to be a bit out of it. like damn, is he really that obsessed with you?

then you walked into his closet and oh my god. you just knew you had to leave. was that a shrine? wait, what your lost undies???

unfortunately for you, there was no way you were escaping. not when you had taken over his mind, not when he was already set on having you all for himself.

"right, where do you think you're going? tryna leave me are ya?"

"u-uh..."

(inspo by @moyazaika) you couldn't even step two feet out of his house before his pet spider scared you back into his arms. shit, you forgot he friended that weird spider thing.

be ready to get tortured for your disobedience 🥱💔 common torture methods include eating vegemite toast and watching him scream at the tv after his afl team lost a match. occasionally, he turns the heater off at night causing you to freeze in the poorly insulated home.

he tells you it's all for your own good. that he's doing this just to make sure you stay with him. but really, you think he's doing it because he's probably high on something. not wrong but he also really wants you to stay with him.

"now, you know not to run away, yeah?"

"...yeah."

yeah, you shouldn't have moved to australia.

#yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere concept #yandere australian #yandere australian x reader #gn reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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hiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!! im like drunk rn but can you write smth about sainz or leclerc or norris or piastri about desi(bengali pls) reader being an introvert who gets drunk and starts rambling with them and they take care of her and she talks to them about random things and she's just really comfprtable with them and they take care of her? SORRYYYY TYSMMMM ILYYYY

Funny thing? I am a Bengali 😅 and since I write for our dear Monegasque Prince, Smooth Operator and Aussie boy (he is leading the WDC 🥺🤭)—I will try writing for Lando too (I can’t usually capture his playful nature, but I tried). I also included Max and Lewis because I write for them too and I thought the idea was very cute (hope you don’t mind)

Also, for you—my first F1 request (thank you so so much for it), I am doing all four 😉

Also, if anyone else wants to request…PLEASE DOOOOO. Desi or otherwise. And also, PLEASSEEEE DOOO let me know if you liked it or not in the comments 🙏🏻 (alright, I ranted a lot in this)

Drunken Introvert = Cute Chaos

Formula One Drivers x Drunk!Bengali!Reader

Includes: Carlos Sainz Jr. • Oscar Piastri • Charles Leclerc • Lando Norris • Lewis Hamilton • Max Verstappen

Warnings: Suggestive (for our Smooth Operator and Mad Max), I kind of went over the board with Lando, Lewis and Max (I might have leaned into my own non-drunk-yet-intoxicated mood), Reader used salt for brownies instead of sugar (Lando one), Bengali words and little quirks, Google translated French (Charles). Overall? Fluff.

55. Carlos Sainz Jr.

The vibrant lights of the club flickered like neon fireflies, casting fractured hues across the Spaniard’s face as he rolled his eyes—more amused than annoyed. With a firm yet gentle grip, he guided the woman clinging to him through the throng of dancing bodies and towards the exit, where the muffled thump of bass gave way to the night’s quiet hum.

Outside, the cool breeze wrapped around them like silk, brushing against their flushed skin. Parked under the blanket of a star-strewn sky was his Ferrari 812 Superfast, matte grey and glinting like a predator in moonlight. It waited for him like a loyal companion—silent, sleek, and beautiful. He knew it was her favourite from his modest collection, a fact she never hid, though she usually treated the car with almost reverent care.

But tonight was different.

Tonight, his usually reserved girlfriend had been replaced by a giggling, slightly incoherent version of herself, thanks to one too many gin and tonics. Her hair was a tousled halo, earrings buried somewhere deep in his pockets, heels dangling from his fingers. One of her arms was slung lazily around his waist, her laughter spilling out freely as she leaned into him.

“Oh my God, Carlos,” she squealed, eyes lighting up at the sight of the car. Her legs wobbled like those of a newborn fawn as she tiptoed toward the Ferrari, fingertips trailing along its curves. A grin split her gloss-smudged lips. “She is such a beauty.”

Carlos smirked, amused, and strolled over, unlocking the car with a soft click. He opened the passenger door and steadied her as she slid in—barefoot and glowing under the moonlight. He placed her heels at her feet and reached across to buckle her in, despite her mild protests.

“But it’s tight!” she pouted, wriggling like a child. “It’s supposed to be, princesa,” (princess) he murmured, giving her a firm look.

She huffed, crossing her arms with exaggerated defiance. He shut the door with a quiet chuckle, circled the car, and slid behind the wheel with fluid grace. Before starting the engine, he leaned over, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His voice was low, intimate.

“But this car doesn’t hold a candle to you.”

She gawked at him, disbelief written all over her flushed face. “Take it back,” she muttered, glaring sideways at him.

He only grinned wider. “No.”

“This is customised, boka!” (Stupid) she whined, throwing her arms up dramatically. “Look at the matte grey finish, the red highlights, the black dashboard. It literally has ‘Smooth Operator’ engraved on the door sills!”

Carlos’s chuckle deepened, his hand reaching over to rest gently on her thigh.

“Don’t forget the floor mats with the ‘55’ branding,” he added, voice laced with mischief.

That made her pause, lips twitching as if trying to hold back another rant. But before she could continue, the Ferrari rolled to a smooth stop by the side of the road, bathed in the soft golden wash of a streetlamp.

She blinked, head tilting curiously. “Why did we stop?”

Carlos turned to her, smile spreading slowly across his face like fire catching silk. He leaned closer, voice dropping to a velvet whisper.

“How about we go home… I make you a fresh lemonade… and then remind you exactly why you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on?”

Her eyes widened, cheeks flushing a shade deeper, lips parting with a soft gasp. He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, tender and fleeting.

“Pronto, niña,” (soon, little girl) he murmured, before settling back into his seat like he hadn’t just promised a very eventful end to their evening.

After all, the night was still young—and so were they.

81. Oscar Piastri

Oscar sighed in resignation at the sharp thud behind him—a saucepan hitting the kitchen floor—followed by a soft squeak and a giggle that could only belong to one person. He didn’t even need to turn around to know what had happened. He just hoped the pan had been empty and that his absurdly inebriated girlfriend hadn’t managed to injure herself in the process.

He pivoted slowly, nose scrunching at the scene before him—not out of irritation, but to suppress the grin threatening to spread across his face. There it was: the saucepan, face-down on the tiled floor, miraculously empty. And there she was, hunched over the counter, one hand clamped over her mouth as she tried—and failed—to muffle her laughter.

Oscar folded his arms. “And what did I say about you going anywhere near the stove?”

His voice was calm, edged with amusement, as he walked around the counter, picked up the fallen pan, and set it back in place. He moved with practiced ease, filling it with water and setting it to boil, before reaching for the mortar and pestle.

“To not be near it?” she mumbled, sheepishly.

He didn’t need to glance at her to know she was looking down at her bare feet, fingers tugging at the sleeves of the oversized hoodie he’d given her to wear after he’d all but shoved her into the shower the moment they’d gotten home from the party. Lando, in his infinite wisdom, had challenged her to a drinking competition—never suspecting that despite being an introvert and not much of a drinker, his girlfriend’s Bengali pride and competitiveness wouldn’t let her back down. Oscar should’ve known better.

“And what did you do?” he asked, half-exasperated, half-entertained.

“I went to near it,” she confessed, barely suppressing another laugh.

Oscar chuckled under his breath, beginning to grind the clove and cardamom with deliberate care. He peeled and diced a small piece of ginger, dropping the aromatics into the now-bubbling water. The kitchen filled with warm, spiced notes that curled through the air like a lullaby.

He turned and crooked a finger at her. “C’mere.”

She obeyed without hesitation, shuffling over like a moth to a flame. Once she was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into the solid warmth of his chest, resting his chin gently on the top of her damp head.

And immediately scrunched his nose.

“Did you use my shampoo?”

The way she buried her face in his chest, embarrassed, gave him all the answer he needed. He laughed softly, nosing into her hair again just for the drama of it, before tugging her gently along with him to the fridge.

“Bold and malty,” he said as he retrieved the milk, “or more fruity, floral notes?”

He let her go and reached up into the cabinet, pulling down two clearly labeled containers of tea. He looked back just in time to see her face twist in concentration as if he’d asked her to solve a riddle instead of pick a tea.

“Darjeeling,” she finally announced with a sage nod, peeking over his shoulder as he scooped the delicate leaves into the boiling mix. The scent immediately deepened, familiar and nostalgic.

It was the same chai she’d taught him to make months ago, when a nasty cold had her homesick and miserable, and nothing in the Western world could quite match the taste of home. She’d guided him through the process with a congested voice and sleepy eyes—and now he could make it by heart.

She wrapped her arms around his middle, resting her cheek against his back. He felt her smile before he heard her start to talk.

“You know, my mother used to make chai like this every morning. Every single day. Until Dad got that new job, and we had to start moving around a lot. Then she started teaching dance again in the mornings, and we got Sabitri didi to help out around the house. She made the best Aloo Bhaja, oh my god—thin and crispy and salty, the kind you eat with your fingers right from the pan.”

Oscar smiled as he stirred, letting her voice flow over him like music. He didn’t interrupt—just strained the tea and poured it into her favourite cup. It looked like an earthen clay cup from Kolkata’s tea stalls and had something written on it in Bengali—something he couldn’t read and wasn’t brave enough to ask her to translate. He kind of liked the mystery.

“You’ve never cooked it for me,” he said as he handed her the cup.

“The Alo—?” “Aloo Bhaja,” she corrected, giggling as he kissed her temple.

“Please get drunk more often?” he teased, his voice low, warm.

She took a sip of chai, hummed in contentment, and leaned into him again.

“No promises,” she whispered.

But she smiled the kind of smile that said she just might.

16. Charles Leclerc

Charles had barely managed to unlock the apartment door when the weight clinging to his arm wobbled dangerously. He quickly steadied her, one hand gripping her waist, the other catching the handbag she almost dropped in her attempt to twirl—for reasons still unknown.

“Mon dieu…” he murmured under his breath, biting back a laugh as she looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes, like she’d just solved world peace.

“I’m not drunk,” she declared, swaying slightly.

He arched an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“I only had… okay I don’t remember how many I had,” she admitted, blinking slowly. “But did you know dolphins give each other names? Like… clicky names.”

Charles closed the door behind them and sighed, locking it as she marched—barefoot now—straight to the couch, tripping over the carpet and letting out a small gasp like she’d just narrowly escaped a brush with death.

He watched her, arms crossed, as she slumped down dramatically into the cushions, his hoodie swallowing her entirely. She’d swapped her heels for one of his oversized Ferrari hoodies the second they got in the car, muttering something about “fabric oppression” and “heels are tools of colonial capitalism.”

She looked up at him now, hair in a messy bun that had mostly collapsed into a halo of soft chaos, a goofy smile spreading across her lips.

“You look like a prince,” she said dreamily, squinting. “No. Like a cinnamon roll. But like. A French cinnamon roll. So you’re… a pain au chocolat.”

Charles laughed then, really laughed, shaking his head as he walked into the kitchen and started boiling water. Tea. That always helped. He doubted it would do much tonight, but it gave him something to do with his hands while he listened to her monologue from the living room.

“Have you ever had jhalmuri?” she shouted, voice muffled slightly by the cushion she was now face-planting into. “You have to try it. It’s like… spicy popcorn and chaos in a bowl. My dida (grandmother) used to say it could cure heartbreak.”

“Do you have heartbreak right now?” Charles asked gently as he crushed some ginger, smiling when she immediately popped up to sit cross-legged on the couch.

“No, I have you,” she said matter-of-factly. “But also my eyeliner smudged and that’s kind of heartbreaking. I looked so good.”

“You still look good,” he said, pouring water into the saucepan, “Smudged or not.”

She gasped. “Flirting? In this economy?”

He chuckled again, rummaging for the familiar tin of Darjeeling leaves she’d brought from Kolkata during her last visit home. She swore it was the only tea worth drinking. He didn’t argue—mostly because he agreed, and partly because she got oddly fierce about it.

“Charles?” she asked softly a moment later, suddenly quiet.

He turned, expecting another philosophical musing or a weird fact about cats, but her eyes had softened.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

His expression gentled. He crossed the room with the steaming mug of tea, kneeling in front of her to hand it over. She cradled it carefully, warming her hands, looking at him with the kind of tipsy sincerity that made his chest ache in the best way.

“You always take care of me,” she murmured, eyes glassy now for a different reason. “Even when I’m annoying. Even when I talk too much or cry at stupid movies or eat all your chocolate.”

“You’re never annoying,” he said seriously. “And the chocolate is technically ours.” She giggled, sniffling once. “That’s so romantic.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Finish your tea, chérie. Then we’ll get you into bed.”

“I don’t wanna move,” she mumbled, nuzzling into his shoulder as he sat beside her.

“Okay. We stay here.”

She nodded, half-asleep already, cup still in hand.

“Charles?”

“Mm?”

“Did you know crows can recognize human faces?”

“…I didn’t.”

“Well now you do.”

04. Lando Norris

When Lando opened the door to his apartment, he was not expecting the faint smell of chocolate, the blaring sound of an old Bollywood song from the kitchen speaker, or the sight of his introverted girlfriend twirling in mismatched socks on the hardwood floor like she was the star of a 2000s movie.

He stood in the doorway, blinking.

“What… in the name of all things papad…?”

She gasped dramatically at the sound of his voice and whipped around, nearly slipping. “LANNNDOOO!”

That alone gave away everything he needed to know: she was drunk. Not tipsy. Not warm and fuzzy. Drunk.

He closed the door, dropped his keys in the bowl, and raised both eyebrows at her as she dramatically stomped toward him, arms open like she was about to give the speech of a lifetime.

“I made brownies,” she announced proudly.

“You made brownies?” he asked slowly.

“From a box, obviously,” she huffed, poking his chest with a chocolate-smudged finger. “Do I look like Nigella Lawson to you?”

He laughed, eyes dropping to the state of her: oversized hoodie (his), pajama shorts (also his), and what looked like a sheer layer of cocoa powder dusted across her nose.

“I thought you were staying in with the girls?” he asked, following her to the kitchen where, sure enough, there was a half-eaten tray of very suspiciously cut brownies, several dirty spoons, and an open bottle of wine.

“They left!” she said with a shrug, flopping onto a barstool. “I stayed. I drank. I got bored. So I made dessert. And now I’m listening to Kajra Re because my soul needs it.”

Lando leaned on the counter, watching her closely. “How many glasses?” She held up four fingers. Then reconsidered and added a fifth.

“Of wine?”

“No. Juice. Yes, wine! Why are you interrogating me like a CID officer?”

He snorted. “Because you look like you tried to snort brownie batter.”

She gasped, offended. “That’s racist. Somehow.”

He grinned, walking over and gently wiping the chocolate from her nose with his thumb. “You are so dramatic when you drink.”

“I’m a Bengali woman,” she sniffed. “Drama is my birthright.”

That made Lando laugh so hard he had to lean against the counter for support. She just beamed at him like she’d delivered the punchline of the century.

“Do you want a brownie?” she asked suddenly, eyes wide. “They’re kind of terrible. But made with love.” He accepted one, took a bite—and coughed immediately. “That’s salt.”

“No,” she said earnestly, “that’s Maldon sea salt. It’s gourmet.”

Lando chuckled again, tossing the rest of the brownie in the bin. “You know you’re going to regret this in the morning.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved him off. “But you love me, so it’s your problem.”

He looked at her—hair messy, cheeks flushed, grinning like a maniac—and felt his heart clench a little. She was usually quiet, reserved, the kind of girl who chose silence over chaos. But drunk? She had so many opinions. About food, about music, about how tragic it was that he still didn’t know the proper way to pronounce shorshe ilish.

“You’re kind of a menace,” he said fondly.

“You’re lucky I’m cute,” she replied, sipping the last of her wine straight from the bottle like a gremlin.

Lando walked over, plucked the bottle from her hand, and helped her off the stool with ease.

“Okay, come on, Gordon Ramsay. Let’s get you in bed before you redecorate the kitchen with powdered sugar again.”

She leaned heavily into him, mumbling into his shoulder

“You smell like podium champagne.”

“You smell like brownie batter and mischief,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to her temple as they shuffled toward the bedroom.

As they climbed into bed, she curled into his side and whispered like it was the biggest secret in the world: “Did you know octopuses have three hearts?”

He paused. “Do you?”

“Right now I might.”

He smiled, brushing her hair back.

“Save it for tomorrow, professor.”

44. Lewis Hamilton

Lewis had only stepped out to take a call.

Just one phone call. Seven minutes.

And when he returned to the living room, he was greeted by the sight of his girlfriend standing on the couch — on the actual cushions — arms waving wildly as she delivered what appeared to be a passionate, half-sobbing monologue to her glass of wine.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t dare. He leaned silently against the doorway and waited.

“…AND I’M JUST SAYING,” she exclaimed, pointing the wine glass accusingly at the TV — which was off, by the way — “YOU DON’T LEAVE A STABLE RELATIONSHIP JUST TO TOY WITH A TOXIC EX.”

Lewis blinked. Ah. They were here.

“You mean Ferrari?” he asked mildly, already smiling.

She turned dramatically, almost losing her balance. “Lewis Carl Davidson Hamilton, do not interrupt me when I’m defending your legacy.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “By all means.”

She jumped down — sort of stumbled, really — and marched toward him, hair wild, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, bare feet slapping against the hardwood.

“Ferrari is cursed,” she hissed, poking his chest like he’d personally offended her ancestry. “That team hasn’t managed strategy since Mughal India. They make beautiful cars and then sabotage themselves harder than Bollywood villains.”

Lewis bit his lip, fighting a laugh. “You’ve been watching TikTok again, haven’t you?”

“No! This is research!”

She turned and began pacing, nearly tripping on the throw rug. “Do you know how many times I’ve defended you online? To all those people calling you washed? And now you give them ammo? AMMO, LEWIS!”

He chuckled. “It’s not ammo, baby. It’s a new chapter.”

She whirled on him. “You don’t leave Mercedes for character development! This isn’t a Netflix arc, this is your career.”

He crossed his arms, watching her fondly as she continued to spiral. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyeliner slightly smudged from rubbing her eyes earlier — she’d said something about ‘tears of betrayal’ when the announcement dropped. That had been three hours and two glasses of wine ago. Maybe six.

“You built Mercedes,” she went on, words slurring slightly now. “You made them a dynasty. You carried them like a Bengali mother carrying groceries up four flights of stairs.”

Lewis laughed out loud at that one, covering his face.

“And now,” she growled, stomping back to him and grabbing the front of his hoodie, “you’re willingly walking into a team that’s allergic to winning.”

“It’s Ferrari,” he murmured. “It’s passion. Legacy. Romance.”

Her eyes narrowed. “That sounds like what every guy says before ruining his life for a pretty Italian girl.”

He wheezed. “So now Ferrari’s a woman?”

“She would be. Wearing red. Smiling sweetly while Charles finishes P5 behind both McLarens.”

Lewis pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. “You’re cute when you’re furious.”

“I’m not furious, I’m devastated.” Her voice cracked — so dramatically that he half-wondered if she was actually auditioning for something. “What if they don’t give you a car worthy of you? What if their pit wall gives you hard tyres when you need softs? What if you—you, the seven-time world champion—end up fighting for points instead of podiums?”

His expression softened.

“I’ll still be me,” he said gently. “No matter what car I’m in. You know that, right?”

She blinked up at him, lower lip wobbling slightly. “But I just want you to win. Like you deserve.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger there for a second longer.

“And you think I’d pick Ferrari if I didn’t believe I still could?”

“…You’re too good at speeches.”

“That’s why they gave me a Netflix contract,” he teased, drawing a reluctant laugh from her.

She wrapped her arms around him, face buried in his chest. “I’m still going to trash them on Twitter.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“You’re gonna look hot in red though.”

He grinned. “That’s the spirit.”

01. Max Verstappen

Max didn’t expect the wine to hit her this hard.

They’d only had dinner at home — candles, soft jazz, a shared tiramisu — and a bottle of red she insisted on picking because, “I may not know wines, but I know vibes.” He hadn’t argued. She’d looked too cute twirling in front of the wine rack like a sommelier possessed by chaos.

Now, two hours and three generous glasses later, she was lying upside down on the couch, legs dangling over the backrest, head nearly touching the floor, hair splayed like a halo of midnight around her.

“I’ve decided,” she declared dramatically, pointing at the ceiling.

Max, sitting on the rug with a controller in hand and a paused sim race on the screen, looked over his shoulder. “Decided what?”

She flipped around and dropped to the floor beside him with the grace of a sleepy kitten. “That you, Max Emilian Verstappen, are dangerous.”

He raised a brow. “Dangerous?”

She nodded solemnly. “Yes. Dangerous to the public. And to me. Specifically my mental stability.”

He chuckled. “What did I do now?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You exist. And you wear these damn Red Bull polos. With your arms. Just… out. Like a public menace.”

Max tilted his head, amusement tugging at his lips. “Are you flirting with me or accusing me of a crime?”

She leaned in, pressing a fingertip to his chest. “Both.”

Her eyes were heavy-lidded now, voice softer, words lilting with that sweet Bengali accent that only got thicker with wine. Max would be lying if he said it didn’t drive him a little crazy — in the best, most dangerous way.

“And when you talk Dutch,” she murmured, “in that low little voice when you’re annoyed or tired or trying to be quiet—ugh, I can’t with you.”

Max smirked, watching her eyes drift lazily down his chest like she was mentally cataloguing all her grievances.

“You’ve got a whole face carved by the gods,” she went on, pouting slightly. “And then you drive like that? Do you know what that does to a woman with anxiety and attachment issues?”

Max laughed, low and rough. “You’re insane.”

“I’m in love, which is worse.”

He swallowed, throat suddenly dry. That hit different — the kind of drunk honesty she wouldn’t dare speak aloud when sober. She blinked at him, as if realizing what she’d said, and then smiled, cheeky and unrepentant.

“…Also your hands,” she added, reaching out to tangle her fingers with his. “You have stupidly attractive hands. It’s unfair.”

Max’s eyes flicked down to their intertwined fingers. Her palm was warm in his, her thumb tracing slow, lazy circles over his skin — innocent, but intimate in a way that sent a flicker of heat down his spine.

“Are you trying to seduce me right now?” he asked, voice lower than before.

She grinned. “Is it working?”

He shifted closer, pressing his forehead to hers. “You don’t even need to try.”

She hummed contentedly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Good. Because I think I’m too drunk to stand up anyway.”

Max pulled her gently into his lap, arms wrapping around her waist as she giggled and settled against him, boneless and warm.

“You know,” she mumbled sleepily, “Bengali women are known for their passion.”

“Oh, I’m very aware.”

“And their temper.”

“That too.”

She peeked up at him, a wicked little smirk playing on her lips. “But also their… stamina.”

Max raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. “Well,” he murmured, leaning in just a bit closer, “maybe you should prove that part.”

She laughed, a rich, full sound that vibrated against his chest.

“Keep talking like that,” she whispered, “and I will.”

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wileys-russo · 1 year ago

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Matildas content has me in a chokehold for my fav aussie girlies! Would you consider something with kyra x r where the girls notice how easily r stops kyra’s annoying little sister behavior (rip mother steffy) maybe something along the lines of r being sleepy and Kyra being loud, a little “baby, im tired” and kyra’s basically 🤐 and the girls are just like this is all we needed for her to not be a menace lol!

around her little finger II k.cooney-cross x reader

"mate she's killing me, i really don't know how you put up with her." caitlin grumbled with a huff, shoving kyra away who tickled at the back of her neck with a grin, all of you exhausted after a long day of travel.

"patience and practice." you smiled bumping your shoulder into the older girls who sighed and grabbed her bag, heading into the hotel before kyra could catch her.

there wasn't a need though as of course kyra's attention was on her most favourite person to annoy, steph.

"kyra get off you rat!" steph laughed, shoving kyra away where she tried to clamber onto her back, smacking the younger girl in the back of the head as she reached for her bags.

"ow! babe did you see that? she abused me." your girlfriend turned to you with a pout. "baby you abuse her on a daily basis, you asked for it." you patted her cheek softly as steph laughed loudly in her face and slung an arm over you.

"and this is why you're my favourite child." steph sighed happily as you shot your girlfriend a grin over the older girls shoulder whose pout had shifted into a grumpy scowl as she grabbed her bags and yours.

"not fair! you've known each other longer." kyra grumbled moodily, steph having played alongside you since your very first pro season in the a-leagues, having taken you under her wing from day one. "i'm also significantly more tolerable than you ky." you teased as your girlfriend rolled her eyes and mocked you under her breath.

"thats the understatement of the century." steph agreed with a hum, yelping as kyra kicked at the back of her legs and sent her stumbling forward nearly taking you down with her. "kyra!" steph growled as your girlfriend beamed and sprinted into the hotel.

"you can do so much better than her, you know that right?" steph sighed taking your face in her hands as you rolled her eyes. "you love us together stephanie don't lie, you meddled about to get us with one another in the first place!" you wagged a finger as she grinned and let you go.

"i do, i really do. she might be a massive pain in the ass but you two are adorable together!" steph cooed and pinched your cheek as the two of you stepped inside the lobby.

"yeah and you've got her on a leash! whipped." you turned around at the new voice as your face lit up. "lani!" you launched at the taller girl, wrapping yourself around her in a hug as the defender squeezed you tightly.

"no longer wanting to punch me now are we baby t?" the blonde teased as she dropped you back to your feet and you pushed her shoulder with a scoff. "one; i hate that nickname. two; it was a dirty tackle and you deserved a yellow!" you warned as the older girl simply grinned and pulled you into her side, the two of you catching up as you wandered toward check in.

"also you might hate it but you're branded with that nickname for life now." alanna warned patting your head as you pushed her away, the nickname in general being a shortened version of 'baby tillie' which you'd earned the day you rocked up for your first senior camp at only fifteen with boots one size too big and your training bib on backwards.

you made your way around saying your hello's, your girlfriend waiting patiently by check in with your bags at her feet already having said her greetings.

"so you finally did it then?" steph looked up and her face broke out into a grin at the sight of hayley, embracing the shorter girl in a very tight hug. "did what?" steph frowned a little as hayley nodded over her shoulder toward kyra who was watching you with a lovesick pining stare.

"oh yes! finally manipulated them both into admitting their feelings for one another." steph smiled victoriously, you and kyra only having been officially together for a few months now after clearly crushing mutually for years.

"i give it a couple more weeks till she gets sick of that." hayley grinned, nodding to kyra who had grown bored of waiting for you, now wrapped around caitlin trying to pull her into a headlock.

"oh that isn't a problem with them. in fact, its a solution! just you wait."

sure enough, the others didn't need to wait long to see just what steph meant.

with word of you and kyra spreading rapidly around the team it wasn't long until the teasing started which you just brushed off with a roll of your eyes and a smile.

kyra however took the opposite approach, bragging on and on about how much you were whipped for her and how you were the biggest 'simp' she'd ever met, a charming recount which really no one but kyra actually believed.

after a grueling morning of fitness testing in the hot abu dhabi sun and everyone was cooling down in the ice baths prepared by the coaching staff, protein shakes in hand as time was spent catching up.

"on your left darlin." you looked up with a grin as ellie jumped in beside you, inhaling with a slight hiss at the change in temperature and clenching her top in her teeth, slowly sinking down into the freezing water.

"well well well if isn't little miss le clean sheet!" you teased with a smirk, ellie shoving your head to the side as the media team started their rounds with the mini mic having already cautioned everyone about camp content being needed.

"who would play you in a movie about your life?" you oohed as it was your turn, ellie already answering as you paused to think about your own. "natalie portman?" you laughed, unable to really think of an answer.

"you wish!" ellie scoffed with a grin, a few of the other girls adding onto the teasing as you mocked them and pulled a face. "because you look so much like margot robbie!" you threw back at alanna whose face dropped as your girlfriend hopped into the ice bath with her.

"fuck off kyra!" the blonde groaned, shoving her away as kyra stuck her finger in her ear with a grin. "anyone else want to babysit?" alanna grumbled, huffing and smacking the midfielder who continued to poke and prod at her.

"ky!" your girlfriend paused to look over her shoulder toward you as you raised an eyebrow.

no further words needing to be said the brunette sank down a little deeper into the water, sipping on her shake and stopping pestering alanna who looked on in surprise as you returned to your conversation with ellie and claire.

hayley got to see everything first hand a little later in the day, everyone gathering together for a session in the gym now it was a little cooler and everyone had eaten lunch.

"kyra! you're fucking killing me here." caitlin groaned as the girl clung onto her leg like a child, refusing to let go so she could continue her workout. "kyra please go finish your own reps, burn off some energy or something." steph tried with a roll of her eyes as kyra ignored her and continue to cling on.

a few others tried but kyra just ignored them, caitlin trying desperately to shake her off and even threatening to drop a weight on her head had no effect on the midfielder.

"mini man help me out!" caitlin whined pointing to kyra as katrina held her hands up. "she doesn't listen to me!" the older woman laughed, knowing the younger girls willingness to annoy others much out drove her willingness to listen to them.

"ky, can you spot me please?" you appeared suddenly with a drink bottle in hand, kyra dropping from caitlins leg and immediately jumping up to her feet, following loyally after you like a puppy.

"well, would seem she does listen to someone." hayley scoffed, all of the girls bar steph's faces written with shock, watching as kyra raced off to fill your water up for you after loading up the bench press insisting you not touch a thing until she returned.

"see? told you ras, baby t's got her wrapped right round her little finger." steph smirked somewhat proudly, the girls all shaking their heads and returning to their own workouts, kyra hovering protectively above you watching like a hawk as you did your lifts.

if word spread quickly about you and kyra just simply finally being together, it spread even faster about just what an impact and a grip you seemed to have over the rambunctious midfielder and her pestering antics.

"no way! she's that much of a pain." mackenzie scoffed in disbelief at alanna's words about what happened in the gym yesterday and in the ice baths, caitlin adding in several experiences of her own from back in london.

like the time kyra was caught tying katie's shoes together and with one disappointed sigh from you she immediately untied them and raced to katie with an apology.

or the time she wouldn't stop spraying alessia with her water bottle for the entire training until suddenly you were thirsty and she was barreling over toward the taps to fill up about five of them which were ran right over to you.

or the time she stacked up a whole heap of the big black foam training blocks to prove to teyah she could in fact touch the roof.

but with one mention of her name and a raised eyebrow from you, the midfielder was clambering down and putting the blocks back, showering your face with apologetic kisses as you scolded her and warned she could have been seriously hurt had she fallen.

"you are lying! look at her she's a menace." mackenzie rolled her eyes pointing to where kyra was currently rolling around on the rec room floor wrestling with charli as teagan egged them on.

"what are we talking about then?" you hopped over the back of the couch they were sat on, wedging yourself between alanna and mackenzie. "comfortable?" the blonde raised an eyebrow as you tucked yourself into her side and stretched your legs out over mackenzies lap.

"very, thank you lanz." you grinned patting her knee as the older girl rolled her eyes affectionately but moved her arm to drape across you. "how you've got kyra wrapped round your little finger." caitlin chuckled in answer to your previous question.

"oh yeah, absolutely." you nodded with a serious expression as mackenzie scoffed. "there is no way, she's too much of a stubborn pest to listen to anyone." the goalkeeper shook her head as you shrugged, unbothered by the disbelief.

"game of uno?"

"ha! draw four, again." alanna smirked toward mackenzie who was fuming, yanking another four cards up and mumbling angrily under her breath.

"relax mac you're gonna burst a blood vessel in your forehead, at your age that could cause some serious winkle damage." you teased, both you and caitlin down to one card each as poor mackenzie now had at least twelve.

"unless you would like me to hang you upside down by your ankles again, shut it." the older girl warned seriously as you held hands up in defence. "that was so good i've gotta find the video of that again." alanna snickered as you pinched her leg with a glare.

"i didn't even deserve it considering i was framed and both of you knew and didn't say anything!" you huffed at the memory of the goalkeeper indeed hanging you upside down by your ankles when she thought you'd put honey in her gloves.

but really it was of course a much younger sam who didn't even come to your defence as you swore black and blue it wasn't you, mackenzie only letting you down when your face went bright red since the blood had rushed to your head.

"i said i was sorry and i threw sam in the ice bath, don't be a baby about it." mackenzie shrugged finally getting alanna back with a draw four of her own. "you never said sorry!" you argued with a scowl which quickly turned to a victorious smirk as you slapped down your final card with a whoop of success.

"three in a row, unbeatable." you grinned happily, all three girls around you moaning in annoyance and throwing their cards down. "i'm tapping out, leaving as a winner you know?" you flexed with a confident smile.

"goodnight!" you hurried to dart out of the way of alanna's hand which grabbed for your top as you wiggled your fingers at them over your shoulder.

your girlfriend in the meantime was on a winning streak of her own only it wasn't just her opponents whose nerves she was rapidly grating as she sat on a beanbag playing mario kart, yelling and jeering and poking at poor steph who was stuck in dead last.

"nah this is rigged! what have you done to it?" she shot the brunette beside her a fierce glare as kyra let out an over dramatic evil laugh causing a few heads to turn to her with scowls of annoyance at her volume in the shared space.

picking up on the rapidly frosty mood building in the room and not wanting your girlfriend to make too many enemies on her first night, as kyra crossed the finish line in first you decided to step in.

"ha! loser loser looser." kyra leapt up and chanted repeatedly at steph beside her who scowled and threw the remote onto the now vacant beanbag beside her as kyra continued with her obnoxious celebrations.

"anyone else game enough to face the champ?" the midfielder smiled smugly looking around the room but clearly missing the looks of disdain thrown back at her, even charli looking ready to call it a night.

"nobody? everyone too chicken?" kyra made a loud squawking noise and grinned. "just go to bed kyra! you are giving everyone a headache." caitlin groaned from the sofa as your girlfriend started to argue.

"ky." your hand grabbed softly at her bicep, cutting her off mid sentence as she looked to you with a raised eyebrow, the brunette now consumed entirely in giving you whatever you wanted.

"baby, i'm tired. lets head up?" you asked with a raised eyebrow, kyra nodding and immediately tossing the controller onto the beanbag without another word, grabbing your hand and following you right out of the room.

"see? around. her. little. finger!" caitlin smirked at the look of utter shock on mackenzie's face, most of the team looking on in surprise at yet again just how easily kyra would bend over backwards to meet your needs.

"ow! what the hell was that for?" steph huffed as hayley dropped down in the beanbag beside her and handed her one of the abandoned controllers.

"for not getting them together sooner!"

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dovveri · 11 months ago

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at-home olympics

synopsis: you and your girlfriend are watching the 2024 olympics except you’re cheering for different countries. you get a little distracted during the swimming finals though…

warnings: fluff and smut! sana's a little tease so lots of teasing, 1x edging, fingering, swearing

w/c: 3.0k

a/n: ok ik the races take place over several days but for ✨plot✨ lets pretend they dont and that history hasnt happened and i dont chronologically put these races in order bcs i couldnt be bothered doing that much research LOL aaanyway this one was inspired by miinatozakiii bcs we cuddled and play fought over which of our teams was better (i won)

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“sana! it’s starting!”

“one second!”

“babe hurry! you’ll miss australia thrashing everyone else!”

you can hear her scoff from the kitchen, her voice nearing you as she rounds the corner to the living room where you have the olympics stream set up on the tv. “no way sweetie. if any one’s getting an ego check this year it’s absolutely gonna be you guys.”

you grin at the sight of her balancing a bowl of popcorn and a tray of sweets and goods to snack on while you watch the finals.

“what took you so long?” you tease, staying put on the couch and not bothering to get up and help her set everything onto the table.

she rolls her eyes, plopping down next to you, “i was peeling all the mandarins because someone is a big baby and won’t eat her fruit if it means getting her hands dirty.”

“you like my hands.”

“shut up.”

you laugh, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her into you adoringly, kissing her cheek. “thanks babe i love you.”

she turns to peck you properly on the lips with a smile, “love you too my big baby.”

you’re about to pout and kiss her again but you’re distracted by the cheers on the screen. the announcers start to read out the names of the finalists. you squeeze your arms around her waist in excitement, “it’s starting it’s starting!”

sana pokes a piece of fruit and holds it up to your mouth. you open without looking, eyes fixed on the screen as the swimmers start walking out for the women’s 400m freestyle.

when the australian, ariarne titmus, is named, you cheer, almost knocking the bowl of popcorn out of your hand in excitement.

“she’s the one! she’s the best bet to win this race! she won the 400 and the 200 metre freestyle last time in tokyo! she holds the world record for both of them!!”

sana hums, smiling at your enthusiasm. “you never know sweetie. the american and the canadian… mcintosh? she’s new but you saw her in the heats, she was fasttttt.”

“no way she’ll beat arnie though. this is australia’s win for sure.”

the swimmers get ready on their diving blocks, and then the buzzer sounds and they’re off.

you’re on the edge of your seat, taking in each stroke and breath, sana right there next to you.

“look look! she’s falling behind! i told you the canadians might grab this one!”

“no no that’s normal for her she always starts off slower but because 400 metres is one of the longer races she’ll really shine after the second or third lap just wait and see.”

you can feel the tension wound up tight all over your body as you watch the race, yelling encouragement, eyes locked on the swimmers as arnie starts to speed up on her final lap, passing the other competitors and hitting the end of the pool first. you jump up, whooping, punching your fist in the air as if you were the one who had just won the race.

sana laughs at your antics, rolling her eyes when you turn back to her, "i told you! i told you we'd win! the aussies are gonna crush everyone this olympics!"

"it's only the first day sweetie you know you'll fall behind once the swimming events are over."

you plop back down, "not this year. our roster is too good."

"we'll see about that."

sana was originally all smiles and giggles, watching you fondly during the next few races while you cheer when australia qualifies off various heats, and slump down next to her, miserably pecking off the snack plates when they don't. but as time goes on and australia just keeps winning, she gets a little pouty, either at the little patriotic spirit that ignites in everyone during the olympics, or the fact that you've been paying these athletes more attention than her for the past few hours.

either way, she plans to get your attention back and she has a wonderfully terrible idea on how to do exactly that.

the opportunity comes during the lull of the men's events. you're droning on about how "the aussie men aren't all that compared to the women. the aussie women are the ones to watch. who cares about the men when we've got arnie, mollie o'callaghan, kaylee mckeown, emma mckeon, especially since the french have leon marchand and he's like crazy fast and- b-baby w-what- what are you doing?"

you don't notice the way sana's hand has crept up your thigh while you were talking, too focused on the tv screen and the races.

"nothing."

you look to the side where sana's watching you with a smirk and a gaze that screams bad news.

"uh huh-" you try and wriggle away from her, shuffling backwards into the corner of the couch, shaking her hand off. her hand is stuck to you though, the movement finds her fingers only closer to your core that was beginning to slowly burn up at the feeling of her trailing her fingers up and down your inner thigh like that.

"b-baby i want to watch the olympics."

"i'm not stopping you."

"but- no i meant-"

"mm? watch the olympics."

you sigh in frustration, tearing your gaze away from her to fix your gaze back on the screen.

sana giggles lightly, letting you have a break, just resting her hand on your thigh innocently.

eventually, you forget her hand's there, too invested in the races going on screen.

"c'mon aussies! oh my god these germans elijah has to speed up oh shit- c'mon c'mon c'mon-"

the race ends with elijah winnington winning silver in the 400m men's freestyle.

"he was so close! baby did you see he was so close oh my god!"

sana rolls her eyes, more interested in your reactions than the actual games. it's when the buzzer sounds for the beginning of the 400m men's freestyle relay final that she begins to move her hand again.

your eyes immediately flick back down to your legs at the feeling, hand coming up to cover sana's but this time she gives you a lot more to work with than just her hand. she leans in, starting to pepper your neck with light kisses.

"s-sana..."

"hmm?"

"t-the finals baby..."

"you can keep watching them. or you can try anyway." you can feel her sly grin against your neck, your body betraying you as you stretch out your neck unconsciously, giving her more room to work. she latches onto the newly available skin easily, sucking and licking, her other hand drifting under your shirt and fingers running up your stomach.

"w-what brought this on?"

she shrugs, lips never leaving your skin, "do i need a reason to want to taste you?"

you whimper as she reaches your ears, knowing they're sensitive she giggles, letting the soft breath of her laugh hit the edge of your ear, kissing sweetly. your hands are clenched into fists at your side, eyes still locked on the tv screen but none of the information hitting your retina was being processed by your brain. you're straining to hear, see, feel more of sana, but she's torturously taking her sweet time, touching where she wants, kissing where she feels, even when you spread your legs open wider for her, her hand on your thigh doesn't move, only squeezes gently in thanks but refuses to make any further progress up your thigh.

"sana..." you start to whine, pushing your hips up, squirming under her touch.

"what is it sweetie?"

"need you..."

"need me to...?"

"touch me."

"i am touching you." she giggles, pinching softly at your waist, hand gliding up to cup your bare chest gently.

"more."

"more what?"

"ugh sana just-" you wriggle around under her, huffing, her nails scratching gently against your inner thigh and the bottom of your tit.

"hmm?"

"you fucking tease sana c'mon just- ah!" sana's fingers come up to tug roughly at a hard nipple, hand at your shorts sliding up to rub at your clit harshly through your drenched panties.

"watch your tongue sweetie. that's not how you talk to me is it?"

you mewl, "n-no. i'm s-sorry."

"that's better. now tell me what you want again. this time with manners."

"can you touch me please?"

"touch you where? here?" she tugs at your nipple again, your hips buck up into her, the finger at your clit pressing down at the movement.

"y-yes! everywhere! n-need you e-everywhere."

"oh everywhere? you are greedy. take off your clothes for me then baby."

she sits back, her hands no longer touching you while you hurriedly rip your top off, your shorts and panties following not long after. you lean back, spreading your legs as lidded eyes find her again. she's watching you amusedly, eyes flicking between the tv screen and your dripping cunt.

she jerks her head to the side, indicating at the tv, "australia just won silver in that race baby. did you see?"

you groan, hands coming up to grope at your own chest, the other trailing down your stomach and to your core, "don't sana- please- i don't care right now just need you-"

"now you don't care huh?" she grins self-satisfied, crawling towards you and slapping your hand away playfully, "so needy."

"only for you p-please sana-"

she hums, smiling as she kisses her way up your body, tracing the marks she's already made over your neck and collarbone, finally reaching your lips with a cheeky grin.

she looks down at you with a mirthful glint in her eyes, her lips just centimetres away from yours, "ask me."

you groan, "what?"

"ask me to kiss you."

"oh for fuck's sake-"

a hand pinches at your side and you yelp in pain.

"what did i say about language?"

you whimper easily, submitting to her without a second thought, "i'm sorry. please kiss me?"

a smile, "much better."

she connects your lips at last, giggling a little at your desperation. you moan as soon as your lips meet, hungrily sucking her lip into your mouth, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and slight annoyance at how long she's been teasing you for.

her tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you eagerly open, panting into her mouth as she licks into you, tasting of the snacks you just had and something uniquely hers that made your head spin and your pussy clench.

you're obviously terrible at multitasking and sana takes advantage of that while she's got you completely focused on how good her body feels against yours and how her tongue is searching every inch of your mouth, her hands sliding down your chest to grope at your tits properly now, squeezing and relishing the moan you let out, the slow grinding that your hips start up even without you knowing.

she gives you a much needed oxygen break, moving down your neck again but making her way straight down to your chest, her hands and mouth working in tandem to drive you positively insane, massaging your sensitive flesh and licking and sucking until you were whining and panting once again.

when she takes a nipple into her mouth, your chest arches up into her, hand finding purchase in her hair, tugging her impossibly closer. she mumbles something around your nipple, and although you don't catch what she says, the small rumble and vibration sends shivers up your spine and straight down to your core, your thighs aching to rub together to find any kind of friction on your absolutely drenched cunt.

she licks across to your other nipple that she's been twisting and pinching with those long fingers of hers, taking it into her mouth as well, the hot warmth around your nipple and her hand that comes up to squeeze at the tit she's just left, causing another gush of slick to leak between your thighs.

you don't dare look down at her, nails digging into her scalp, hips pushing up against her, moans drowning out the commentary of the swimming finals still playing on the tv.

her hands inch downwards while her mouth is still attached to your chest. she doesn't tease this time, dipping straight into your heat and running her finger along your opening.

"m- please- sana there-"

she wets her fingers easily, running them up and down your cunt a few times, making sure to rub a little circle at your clit each time she does a lap, her fingers swimming around in your pussy like the swimmers on screen.

"i-inside sana pl-ease- i'm ready-"

she hums, inserting one finger gently, pumping slowly with just her first knuckle before sliding in more, curling her finger once she reaches that part of you where she can rub at the little patch of your frontal wall that has you bucking up into her and gasping.

"r-ight there- fuck- sana- god you're- so good-"

she starts up a slow rhythm, lips still attached to your breast, sucking hickies and new marks into your skin, right next to fading marks that no one else but her could've left.

she's building you up at her own leisure, pushing another finger in once she thinks you're wet enough (you've been wet enough). your hands move down from her hair onto her shoulders, gripping tightly at the feeling.

"f-faster sana i c-can- i can take it-"

she listens so well, speeding up immediately, pushing in and out of you at a pace that leaves you breathless. you throw your head back on the arm of the couch, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten with each entrance and exit, the orgasm she's building you up to so close with each thrust.

you're so focused on cumming you don't notice the way sana's ears perk up, her lips leaving your nipple with a plop as she turns her head to the side curiously.

and then all of a sudden, just as you're about to climax, sana rips away from you, jumping up from the couch and squealing in glee.

"matsushita!! he did it! y/n look he did it! france came first but that's okay because marchand was always going to win right?! but matsushita beat america!"

you're sweating on the couch, breathing heavily as you hazily look towards sana, confused at what just happened and how you didn't just have a mind-blowing orgasm 2 seconds ago. you can feel the fluttering of your stomach, the slick on your thighs still very apparent, as if you did orgasm but you just couldn't remember it.

"w-what?"

sana turns to you with a bright smile, kissing your lips sweetly, "look! japan won silver! in swimming!"

you blink dumbly at the screen, sure enough, at second place in the men's 400m individual medley is matsushita tomoyuki representing japan. you're trying to piece together the connection between this new piece of information and why you had your orgasm so violently torn away from you.

and then you realise there was no connection.

"sana!! are you serious?!"

she turns back to look at you with a confused pout on her face, why was she being yelled at? she tilts her head like a lost puppy, completely disregarding your state of undress, a total personality flip from when she was whispering and touching you in the dirtiest ways, distracting you from the olympics only to get distracted herself and stop milliseconds before she helped you reach your high.

"what?"

"i- you- we just- i was-" you gape blankly at her, flushing bright red, hands waving around dumbly while trying to come up with the words to describe this absurd situation.

you end up throwing your hands over your face in frustration, groaning and bringing your knees up to your chest, hunching over and pulling the couch blanket over your naked body.

sana giggles, plopping back down on the couch and squeezing into you. "whaaaaaaaat-" she pokes your side, trying to get you to look at her, but you're persistent, pouting and throwing the blanket over your head, shuffling around until your wrapped around in it and your head pokes back out to watch the screen as they transition over to the women's swimming again.

sana sidles even closer, trying to get under your blanket as well, "what's wrong?"

you huff, not looking at her.

"baaaabyyyyy-" she pouts.

"i was so close." you mumble.

sana grins, "what was that?"

you whine, tips of your ears still red, "i was so close sana! why did you have to- were you watching the whole time?!"

she laughs then, bright and innocent, "noooo i just suddenly heard japanese cheering coming from the tv so i looked up to see what was going on and then matsushita hit the end of the lap!"

"so you won't let me watch the olympics but you'll deny me an orgasm when you want to watch?!"

"i always said you could keep watching! too bad you just can't pay attention to two things at once." she smirks, finally able to sneak in under your arm and come in next to you under the blanket, not minding at all that you were stark naked and she was still completely dressed.

"urgh you're so-" you huff, mumbling to yourself incoherently while making sure the blanket was fully covering her as well.

"what? i'm so what?" she's staring at you with wide eyes, a knowing smile on her lips.

"i'm not talking to you. watch the olympics."

she laughs, a full body-shaking laugh, tackling you back down into the couch with the force of it, her arms going to wrap around your waist immediately as she makes herself comfortable nuzzling herself under your neck and onto your chest.

you roll your eyes, covering the both of you as you turn your attention back to the screen. once the games were over and you only had to pay attention to your cheeky girlfriend, you'd make sure she knew exactly how you felt with all your attention focused on repaying her for her antics.

#sana #minatozaki sana #twice sana #sana x reader #minatozaki sana x reader #twice sana x reader #twice x reader #sana smut #twice sana smut #twice smut #minatozaki sana smut #twice imagines #sana imagines #dovveri

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coco-loco-nut · 10 months ago

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Oblivious

pairing: Pierre x Reader

summary: sometimes it’s nice to hide in plain sight

masterlist requests open

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Maybe it paid off to be two of the more overlooked drivers in the paddock. Good enough to get points and renew your contract when it expires, but not the getting stalked by media level.

Truthfully, you and Pierre never tried to hide your relationship, it was just that no one cared to notice. They never paid attention to when you walked a little too close together, or how you looked at each other differently than the other drivers, or how you spend more time together than you should and shared rides at each other’s home races. Everyone simply assumed you were friends, and never thought of it again.

“Je t’aime, Pierre,” you squeeze his hand before letting go. He walked with you from your car to your motorhome, always wanting to be heard you.

“Je t’aime aussi, mon amour,” he smiles, watching you get into the motorhome safely.

It was finally the last race of the season, and both of you were ready for the winter break. After a smooth race, you jetted off with Charles the return home. Maybe not everyone was oblivious. Charles, Yuki, Daniel, and Lewis know, but that’s because they care enough to actually pay attention.

“I will see you in Greece,” Charles hugs both of you, excited for the next time he will be with you again.

“Can’t wait! I’ve been counting down the days,” you look up at Pierre who has an arm wrapped around you, tiredly smiling at you.

“I have too,” he leans down to quickly kiss you. Charles says one last goodbye before leaving the two of you to your drive home.

The time passes quickly and your wedding arrives. It’s a beautiful ceremony, and incredibly intimate, having only invited close friends and family. The reception, however, was wild. The party lasted last when you and Pierre left, but the videos and photos told stories.

You and Pierre didn’t waste time leaving for your honeymoon, you left the next morning for a month on various Greek islands. Simply enjoying each other and the free time before next season was everything to you.

y/username 🤍 end of a season, start of a lifetime 🤍

charles_leclerc so happy for you

y/username best month of my life

lewis_hamilton white is your color 🤍

y/username thanks lew 🤍

y/nfan the white 🥵

yukitsunoda0511 don’t be shy, post the party pics

pierregasly noooooo 😭

danielricciardo yesssss

y/nfan2 what do these men know 🤨

pierregasly a month to remember 🤍

yukitsunoda0511 how much of the first night do you even remember 😅

y/username not as much as he should 😂

danielricciardo pierre gaslllllyyyyyyyy

charles_leclerc an epic month 👊

alpinef1team admin feels like they are missing something, but hope you had a great trip 🤗

pierregasly we did 😊

user we??????

user so many drivers going to the beach during winter break

Of course, you and Pierre noticed that your relationship flies under the radar, so it is fun for both of you to not be as subtle with things.

“Mon Amour, I was thinking,”

“A dangerous thing,” Pierre smiles, his face inches from yours as you cuddle.

“I want to officially take your last name, like change my Super License. I already did legally, but I want everyone to know,” you tell him, but he just looks a little confused. You are getting tired of people not knowing and being shipped with other drivers.

“I don’t think you should change your Super License. Your accomplishments should be your own, and while I obviously am your biggest supporter, people will equate your successes to me because you share my last name,” Pierre disagrees.

“I know, but we are partners in life and everything we do,” you pout, a little sad he isn’t on board.

“I am proud to have you as my wife, but I don’t want people to think less of you for driving under my last name,” Pierre tries to back himself up but you just stay quiet. You get where he is coming from, but you are prideful.

“What about changing my social media?” you try another route.

“That I can agree to,” he moves his head slightly so he can kiss you. You are content to lay all day in his arms, but you are supposed to meet Charles later that night for a couples vacation to a ski resort. After another hour in bed, you drag yourselves out to get ready to travel.

“Look at that newlywed glow,” Alex hugs you when you board Charles’s jet.

“I call it pos-“ you cut Pierre off with a look that threatens divorce.

“Settle in, we will take of shortly,” Charles changes the topic, handing you a water bottle.

“Where’s my water bottle,” Pierre pouts at his best friend, wrapping an arm around your waist to hug you from behind.

“I like Y/n more,” Charles shrugs with a small grin on his face, causing you to laugh.

“Quit flirting with my wife,” Alex gives Charles a weird look, dragging you away from Pierre so the two of you can catch up.

The trip is amazing, you watch the boys wipe out and have fun before testing starts.

You and Alex are pro skiers, but the same can’t be said for Charles or Pierre. Pierre only fell a couple times, but Charles wiped out probably once a day.

On the last night you sit by the fireplace in your shared cabin, snuggled under a blanket with Alex as the guys finish dinner. Well, Charles is making some pasta dish while Pierre keeps the wine flowing to everyone.

“Sometimes I wish that the season never starts,” you rest your head on Alex’s shoulder, watching the fire burn in front of you.

“The peace that comes with the off season is nice,” she hums, understanding your sentiment.

“There is rarely time for things like this during the season, with Pierre and I both being on different teams, and it isn’t always easy to plan trips with you and Charlie,” you sigh. You love your job, and you have no plans of retirement yet, but the constant travel is demanding.

“Screw Pierre, I’ll be your WAG,” Alex squeezes you as the boys bring in dinner and more wine. You stand up to help them out, taking a couple plates from Charles.

“Mon amour,” Pierre lifts the edge of his fuzzy blanket for you to join him. You happily join him, his warmth enveloping you.

“Charles, this is heavenly,” you groan as you eat the dinner.

“When Ferrari signs you, you can have as much as you want,” Charles winks as you scoff.

“Please, Pierre is -as if not more- likely to rejoin Red Bull than for me to sign with a top team,” you shake you head, feeling Pierre lean away from you a little.

“Uncalled for,” Pierre says, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“She has a point,” Alex says and you turn to her, mock offended.

“Are you saying I’m not a good driver,” you gasp, she looks at Charles, unsure what to do.

“Y/n, you are a great driver, you just were in the wrong development program and are doomed to stay on midfield teams. Pierre, you might’ve chosen the wrong words in support of your wife,” Charles steps in, ending the playful fight.

“I’ll do the dishes while you talk shop, it’s my turn anyway,” Alex says, grabbing various plates from the living room and heading to the kitchen.

“Have you told your teams yet?” Charles asks, smiling to himself as he observes you and Pierre cuddling.

y/username hitting the slopes before testing 🎿🤍

alexandrasaintmleux best couples trip 🤍

user couples trip 🤨

danielricciardo where was my invite???

y/username my wifie, my WAG 🥰

charles_leclerc 🤨 MY WAG, you have your own

user alex and y/n skiing while charles and pierre probably kept falling down

charles_leclerc thanks for not posting the pics of me falling 😅

pierregasly thanks for getting my good side 🤍

y/ngasly every side is your good side 😘

landonorris what-

maxverstappen1 hold up, why’d you just change your username?

carlossainz55 i think we missed something…

lewishamilton you are just now realizing that they are together?

yukitsunoda0511 they literally got married???

pierregasly we never tried to hide it…

y/ngasly y’all are just oblivious af

user wait, they are so cute together, the otp we didn’t know we needed

user agreed, but I’m gonna need a timeline of their relationship

danielricciardo they’ve been together since 2018, engaged last season, married shortly after the end of this season

maxverstappen1 did all of our gossip sessions mean nothing to you???

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly imagines #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly #charles leclerc

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jamminvroomvroom · 1 year ago

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landoscar threesome drabble...

(or is that too much for a tuesday evening)

just a taste for now…. watch this space bc i will be writing this long form. i’m weak.

smut under the cut, 18+ minors dni!!

alcohol is… well, it’s a powerful tool.

sober you will die tomorrow when you wake up between the two mclaren drivers but that’s a problem for then.

you quickly lose track of whose hands are whose. all you know is that both of them are touching you, everywhere, and it feels fucking delicious.

lando has been waiting for this, getting his hands on his teammates wide eyed girl, and he’s going to make this last long enough that he can cling on to the memory next time he’s alone in an empty hotel room.

the power kick oscar gets beats out his sprint win in every possible way. watching lando’s pupils blow wider and wider with every piece of clothing ripped off of you makes oscar dizzy.

the aussie would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about this.

the brit would also be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about this.

and you, well, lord have mercy.

curls tickle your shoulder as lando’s tongue works over your collarbone while oscar’s fingers dip into the band of your underwear.

oscar quickly gets a finger inside of you and you slump forward into lando’s firm body.

lando makes sure you can hold yourself up - “there you go, you can do it, that’s a good fuckin’ girl” - collapsing onto his knees before you

the sight before you is sinful. or, well, it would be if you could open your tightly squeezed shut eyes.

lando’s tongue slides home between your legs, working around oscar’s relentless fingers. you’re on fucking fire. it’s almost painful, the way you teeter on the edge, achingly turned on.

your hands quickly find lando’s curls, holding yourself up while oscar stands firm behind you, unphased. he’s kissing your neck, fucking his fingers into you even faster. he groans, nice and low, every time lando’s tongue runs over his sodden fingers.

when lando latches onto your clit, sucking hard, right when oscar’s spare fingers pinch hard at your nipple, you nearly die, collapse onto the floor. two strong bodies hold you up while you cum, hard.

when the three of you tumble into bed, it’s hard to tell where oscar stops and lando begins.

it’s a long, long, long night.

#lando norris smut #oscar piastri smut #lando norris headcanon #oscar piastri headcanon #landoscar smut #landoscar x reader #lando norris headcanons #oscar piastri headcanons #ask #anon #writing things #request

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koiir · 1 year ago

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꒰͡ ⠀ . ANOTHER GUY? ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

ೃ⁀➷ Synopsis; When they meet the other guy in the relationship (your dog) for the first time! How do they act? Or rather, how does your dog act?

Gojo, nanami, megumi, yuji, yuta x gn!reader

Notes. Based on how possessive my little Aussie is whenever any guys are around me…(he’s a year old) . Not proofread . Fluff . Crack

SATORU G.

• First of all, he had seen your dog before you two got together. And let’s just say, he was not a fan of your dog. But maybe now that would have changed! Since you know, you love your dog and Gojo had stolen your heart! So they both have similarities right?

“The hell? Why does your dog keep trying to attack me!”

When he first entered through the door way, your dog instantly started to growl. It gets even worse when gojo tries to wrap his arms around you, cause your dog goes ballistic.

“I already told you idiot! It’s cause you keep trying to touch me and he doesn’t like that!”

Your dog is the one being held, not him! Why must he suffer just for you to be happy? The dog is rather cute, but what isn’t is how you fluff his hair up and give him little peaks all while he’s watching. Are you seriously that evil?

The little creature just won’t give in, and it’s like he’s doing it on purpose. Licking your face, cuddling with you, doing all the things gojo should be doing. (Maybe not the licking part) your dog even has his paw on your thigh!

“Does he always do that?”

“I literally told you that before we arrived.”

“My bad I thought you were joking.”

Most definitely rolls his eyes saying that.

The rest of day, his tries to play with your dog although he makes its worse since your near and the dog is already in extra protective mode.

Though since he is gojo…he did crack the system! Took him three hours to do so.

When you leave to get something, gojo sees that dog stop with his schemes and relax? Nahh you’re dog definitely got shy without you.

“Oh? Not so confident now I see.”

For the small 20 minutes you’re gone, the dog has seem to take a liking to him! Although slightly worried, the dog at least let gojo pet him now without any hesitation.

When you get back, you’re meet the sight of your boyfriend holding your dog up gushing on him like he’s his own dog.

“I see you two got along.”

“Of course we did! We both love the same person after all.”

It seems as though your dog can hear now, cause he jumps off of gojo and holds his ground near you as he growls at him once more.

This is definitely gonna take a while.

KENTO N.

• let’s be for real, your dog would love nanami no questions asked. He could already tell that the fellow gentleman to you is worthy of not being barked at! Though a little superstitious but that’s just because he’s meeting someone new.

“You can pet him you know…”

“You told me though that he barks at others near you, so I’m not taking my chances.”

“Weird though…he’s not barking or growling. Especially since your so close to me.”

You nudge nanami a bit playfully and he looks to you, seeing a soft smile on your face. He sighs softly before giving in and crouching down, your dog stays in it’s position although he starts to move, sniffing nanami’s hand. And then he licks it!

He’s a little taken aback, but the little gasp in your voice makes him melt seeing you so delighted that your dog looks him. Nanami then places his hand back on the dogs head after seeing those big eyes of his. (Similar to how he can’t say no to you when you give him that look)

You are most definitely pleased when nanami seems to have taken a soft spot for your dog, as time passes, he’s offered to walk your dog and even along the way buys him treats! Isn’t he just so caring?

Your dog can right next to you and will gladly let nanami stick close by, even going as far as holding your hand or his arms around you! It only warms your heart more when your dog sits beside him now.

After a couple days, Nanami ask you if he can take your dog out. He won’t say it outright, but it’s obvious to one that nanami has gained a liking to the little dog and caring for it as such. Walks around town with a cute dog by his side, contrasting to his intimidating present.

Quite the sight for sore eyes.

MEGUMI F.

• To be honest, it was a 50/50 in your mind. Animals in general liked megumi already, and he’s caring to them more than he is to most people. But you still hold a little doubt that your dog might view him as a threat since you know, you two are together. So why not see and get the answer you need?

It’s like the two are having a stare down, megumi looks down at your dog, and your dog stares at him with his ears up and alerted. Their eyes bore into the others and you feel almost uncomfortable. It’s like they’re speaking to eachother through the mind!

“The dog doesn’t seem to like me.”

His voice settled out the atmosphere as your dog has his ears dropped down, you can hear a little hint of melancholy in megumi voice. His lip is pulled into a frown but it’s almost natural, though you know too well that megumi is feeling a little disappointed. Especially for the care love, he holds for animals.

“I don’t think so exactlyy, I mean, he’s not growling. Especially since you’re pretty close to me.”

You lean closer into megumi which makes him startled a bit before he relaxes, he sees how your dog seems almost distant.

“Is he scared of me?”

“I don’t think so? Hold up…”

You move towards your dog as you pick him up, and megumi feels his heart swell at seeing your dog lick your face. He can definitely tell your dog cherishes you a lot.

You stand next to him once more, and the little dog looks even cuter up close. Though megumi is not going to admit that. The dog sniffs his clothes before moving his nose closer to his cheek. This isn’t exactly new, it’s similar in the way you do your fleeting cheek kisses to tease him or how his shikigami will act towards him.

“See? He just wanted to be closer to you.”

Your voice is quite as if cherishing this moment, it feels as though the proximity is making megumi flush. His head moves closer to the dog, and his hand meets the soft fur of the dog in your hands.

“Can I hold him?”

You hum out as you position your dog into his arms, megumi already knows how to hold the dog and tried to be as gentle as he possibly can. Seeing him so determined to make the dog feel at ease makes your heart pound, the soft spot megumi has for animals one you will always cherish.

Eventually, you two moved onto the couch and it seems as though megumi can’t get tired of holding your dog. He plays with him some, rubs his belly some, and once your dog gets tired, he uses megumi as bed for his rest.

“Looks like you won’t be able to move for a while huh?”

“Yeah…seems so.”

I think if you asked, he might be a little hesitant to bring out his demon dogs to meet the pup. Though one day you get lucky enough to see the three interact and megumi watching guard. Though you can tell he’s watching to see this moment for his own being, and a little smile can be seen on his face.

YUJI I.

• ultimate protective mode! Though he won’t say. Since you’ve told him how your dog can get, he hasn’t exactly been super affectionate with you because he feels as though your dog is going to to jump him. “He just might!” He tells you, and you can’t really deny it. Tries to act tough though when outside the door, but when it’s opened and he sees your dog, he becomes a little anxious.

“I think your dog already hates me…”

“Cmonnn it’s been one minute! Nothing has happened!”

“Yet.”

Yuji keeps his distance, it’s almost as if he has this invisible gear on to help protect himself from the little critter. The dog stares at yuji, and gets up from its place and walks towards him. Yuji looks to you, and then the dog, then he feels the dog sniff him.

“Hey little guy…”

Yuji thinks he’s safe, so he crouches down and tries to pet the dog although the dog did not appreciate his actions, biting his hand lightly while backing up.

“The hell?! He just bit me! Look!”

You try and not laugh, but yuji makes a distressed face as he moves towards you. Another big mistake.

“Yuji wait-“

Too late it seems, cause your dog just latched onto yujis pants making the boy gasp out…

“This bitch! I swear, why do you have him as a pet! He’s a little demon!”

“Yuji! Don’t say that he’s only a couple months old!”

Very not cool. Especially when you pick up your dog cooing at him to stop but turn a blind eye when he gives you those big dog eyes. Yuji watches as he makes a big huff in return.

Though, it’s not like your dog won’t ever warm up to yuji. In fact, he’s made it his mission to get your dog to like him as much as possible! After all, he wants your dog to like him enough so he can cuddle you when hes around.

A day is spent with your dog and yuji at the park as the have little runs together, where yuji learns that your dog is rather shy in public and around new people. Thus sticking close to him and allowing yuji to be affectionate with him.

The day yuji has achieved the best reward of all, is the day he can walk into your home and greet you with a hug without your dog barking. Your dog still sticks close by, but in regards for Yuji arriving.

Though it took some time, yuji comes to realize him and your dog are rather similar. In the aspect that both boys swear to protect you whenever they are around.

YUTA O.

• boy is nervous as hell to meet your dog, especially when you tell him your dog is quite protective over you and will bark or growl at those who are close to you. Which makes it hard for him since he’s rather clingy…but yuta tries to stay positive as he thinks of the possibility of trying to get your dog to like him. It breaks his heart if he can’t be able to get along with the dog you love so much.

“Yutaaa, come closer! I’m holding him so he can’t do that much if he doesn’t like you!”

Yuta can’t help but have a pout, though the need to be closer to you is killing him. He moves closer, and to his disappointment, your dog starts growling.

“Well…I don’t think that’s such a good sign.”

He sheepishly rubs at his neck and looks down, he sees you look saddened at this since yuta is just so sweet! How could your dog growl at him first meet?

Yuta can tell you’re trying so hard to get your dog to warm up to him, though your dog just can’t help but growl at yuta whenever he tries and calmly pet him.

“[name], it’s fine really! We can always try this another time!”

“But yuta!”

He tries to laugh it off, but inside he’s rather sad at this moment. Especially when your dog can cuddle with you and he has to watch from afar. Is this how it feels to be unloved?

With the hatred that he is dealing with from your dog, yuta can only try and help ease his way into your dogs heart. So thus trying to get to know the dog one on one!

At first, he kinda panicked with making sure he didn’t hurt your dog at all. Boy was so nervous when putting on his collar cause he thought your dog would bite him:( but your dog in fact did not. Instead, yuta spends the day with the little dog walking and learning how intelligent your dog is. He finds it amusing and feels content with the experience of today.

“Soooo, how’d it go?”

The boy walks in like a shining star as he smiles at you and then the dog next to him, yuta can only blush as he sees you.

“Good! At least I hope so…”

The fact that he still doubts himself makes you giggle a bit, before you feel the dip of the bed with yuta pulling you close and the dog jumping up with the two of you. The fact that it’s only been a day and your dog has completely changed around yuta actually surprised you. Though at least you can be affectionate with yuta now around him.

Yuta cradles the dog in his arms and the sight makes your heart clench, seeing him so happy with your dog is a miracle to you honestly.

“It’s like he’s our little child..”

Oh. That definitely had you alright.

a/n: idk why this turned out so long….personally I love megumis

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