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astonmartingf · 6 months

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FALLING FOR YOU ; MV1

max verstappen x reader

. . . in his own little way, max finds the solutions to his problems not without a little help from his friends and ends up giving you the confession of a lifetime

amgf yeah... there's this, just fluff. i won't be as active this week because of exams and research but this is prime time of my impulsive ideas so either i can milk this opportunity to write every single day, or avoid this app for the remainder of the week. enjoy 👍

Max strives for stability.

He enjoys the same routine that consists of jogging at eight am, early morning workout by nine am, brunch, a few rounds of sim racing, stopping by for a few phone calls and online meetings. If he isn’t expected to fly anywhere else he’d have his usual afternoon snack, play with his cats, more sim racing from six to eight pm, dinner with his team, reviewing data and notes, an hour for his own leisure— mostly sim racing, before heading to bed at one am.

Whatever happens in between is usually one of Lando’s plans in an attempt to spice things up in his life. Whether it’s going to the movies, buying ice cream at the convenience store down the street, or playing padel. Max is very much thankful for his friends.

Max also strives for the best.

He takes pride in his skills in racing and acknowledges his talent, and flaws. Honing them like a sharp knife through whetstones, he polishes himself and cuts through the defenses of the grid. He is a World Champion for a reason, and with a great car and team behind him, he knows they’ll get far. Max is very much thankful for the trust his team set upon him.

Max hates uncertainty.

Well- hate is too strong of a word and dislike would be too weak for his opinions.

Max despises uncertainty.

Especially when there’s you- the current root of all his “problems”. Despite his tendency to be blunt and straightforward statements, uncertainty always left a distasteful feeling in his mouth.

Realizing that his wavering feelings for you have now shattered the routine he built to perfection. Long gone are sleeping on time and hello to staying up with you crowding his thoughts. Head full of the lingering scent of your perfume and the same voice playing in his head.

Max hated it. He despised how you orbit around his mind, bouncing through the walls of the gray matter inside his skull. He often catches himself smiling at the thought of you- before a bitter scowl fills his face and an incredulous and slightly constipated look pasted on his face.

But that was the least of his worries, such feelings could be fixed (a term he used to convince himself these are temporary). It’s not that Max doesn’t believe in relationships or think it’s nothing but a distraction, deep inside he’s aware that he craves affection. It’s the vague emotions clouding his heart making him think twice.

Then again, Max is thankful for his friends.

“What did you say?” Lando squinted his eyes in the hopes to hear his words clearly. With a blank look- almost as if he put on a mask void of emotions Max spoke once more.

“Do I like YN?”

The rest tilted their head to the side, in confusion. “D-did you perhaps ask us. . . if- if you like someone?” George, asked once more to make sure of his words, sighing in disbelief.

“It’s not just someone, it’s YN.” Max pushed the question once more and glanced at everyone on the table.

The silence was deafening. Max’ statement was too loud and too quiet at the same time, no one spoke and they left each other contemplating on the next words he will say.

“I need help. How do I know I like YN?” Collective gasps were heard throughout and one by one they slowly left the group of friends on the table leaving Max with Lando and George.

“How about we sleep over your question and. . .think— think about it you know?” Lando, the first to talk regarding the revelation that their stoic friend has now developed feelings for someone.

“Sleep? I hardly get any sleep these nights. I want to confirm my feelings now so I can finally sleep peacefully.”

That’s when the pair noticed the bags under his eyes, mostly due to the lack of sleep like he said. Lando took a glance at George and started to talk telepathically at each other.

George sighs before pushing Max from his seat, “You see Max these feelings can’t be confirmed in a night, these requ-”

“It’s been weeks, George, I can’t lose sleep over such a trivial matter.” Max retorted with a firm stance using his lack of sleep as a front to confirm his feelings.

“Okay, first of all feelings are not a trivial matter. They are valid, and whatever is going on in your head about YN shouldn’t be taken lightly. Not because we’re curious but because we care about your emotional well being.” Lando spoke in a serious voice which only added on to Max’ confusion.

Feelings are not a big deal, at least not for him.

“And we're curious as to why you like YN.” George chimed as he followed the pair outside the room.

“Yes we’re curious but now how about I give you some romance books that you can study and read. Only you can confirm your feelings Max, let’s stop by my room and I’ll give you books you can read and next week- next week we’ll talk about this matter again.”

Lando now sounds like a mom scolding his child for misbehaving, dragging the latter to his room and sending him off with a tower of romance books.

Max is smart, he can understand such concepts by himself.

Feeling accomplished, Lando glanced at George smirking at him before walking away with Max to his apartment.

Max on the other hand went inside his room and began to bury himself in the books he brought along. “If I’m not sleeping at least I get my feelings in line.”

One chapter. And another turns to five and in the blink of an eye a week has passed. Max returned to his routine but instead of sleeping at one he pushed it to an even later hour to make time for reading which helped him sleep.

The first nights were hard, after finishing a chapter of the book he finds himself falling asleep and now you appear to become more vivid in his mind. Invading his dreams as romantic scenarios play on repeat while Max mindlessly sleeps which results in him waking up flustered and warm.

Passing by you on the paddock became frequent; it's as if the universe has its way to bring you together. Now everywhere Max looked there was you, in the corner of his sight you occupied a chunk of his thoughts and as much as he hated to admit he found himself anticipating your presence.

By the end of the week you managed to invade his thoughts and heart which only strengthened his theory and confirmed his feelings for you. With no time to waste, Max went to look for you. The second practice was over, he’s telling you what you’re doing to him.

With new found information from the team about your whereabouts, Max made his way to the hospitality locating where you’re assigned he opens the door abruptly to see you preparing food. You stand straight feeling the intimidating aura around him, you watch him exhale a sigh of relief before talking a large step in your direction. On instinct you back away giving him space, every step Max takes is a step backward from you.

Unknowingly your feet hit the corner of the marble countertop and like a cliché scene Max remembers from the books he’s been reading you stumble backwards.

Max is a racer for a reason, and with swift reflexes he managed to catch your fall and brought you up to your feet. “You should watch where you’re going. I don’t want you falling just like how I fell for you.”

Silence. Complete, utter silence from the both of you paired with the low buzz of the booming air conditioner right near you. You blink your eyes incredulously, “What?”

“I mean. . . I do want you to fall for me, it would be sad to find out that my feelings are one-sided. But I mean my words YN.”

You adjust your posture and back away. “What are the words Max? About me falling to the ground or you. . . you f- falling for me?” Your voice thins out at the end unsure of what you just heard.

“Both. I don’t want you to fall, it’s dangerous just like how you did to me. You enamored me with those charms, I just want to know how you did it.” Max spoke with the most bored and plain looking face he could muster up. His palms were sweating inside his pockets in extreme nervousness.

“Is this- is this your confession perhaps?” You try to piece things together, like the subtle clues Lando and George have been leaving out of nowhere.

“Yes. This is my confession.” Max blurts out as sweat drips from the side of his forehead. And just as he was losing hope from this failed confession your bubbly laugh bursts the silence in the air.

“You know, you need to work on your confession more. That was unlike any other, but I understand what you mean. Do you want me to fall for you, Maxie?”

Max stares at you and you don't miss the soft gaze he set upon you. You note the light blush spread around the apples of his cheeks as his eyes light up the moment you called his name. The once awkward silent air was now filled with a warm feeling that spread all over your body, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.

“I do. I fell for you, I like you, and I want to mean something to you.”

His way with words caught you off guard, Max Verstappen, who would’ve thought. You smile at him, this time it’s you walking towards his direction.

Max stiffened at the proximity between the two of you, his feet stuck to the floor preventing him from backing away. Your face gets closer to his and all the thoughts clouding his mind have been wiped away.

You face him and whisper something in his ear before walking away towards the kitchen at the back, legs shaking and breaths heavy.

Taking a moment to himself Max meditates in an attempt to calm his bouncing heart, legs shaking as if they ran a hundred miles, and his mind whirring into different ideas and possibilities.

Max never falls- literally and figuratively.

Yet you managed to be the root of all his problems. The person who made him fall, there was no doubt that Max fell and will still be falling for you.

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quinnylouhughesx43 · 2 months

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The Girl I’m in Love With lf63

summary: Luca is desperately trying to find someone who can be comparable to his best friend, who he is hopelessly in love with. He’s gone on date after date, all of which fail. He meets a girl online who he hits it off with does it work or is it another bust because of his best friend?

warnings: use of y/n, singular use of pretty girl, no others?

word count: 4.1k

notes: please do not copy my work to post anywhere else. this is a piece of fiction. any type of event in this work that relates to the real world, such as Luca playing hockey is a known fact and can be proven. any other events in the piece of work that occurs that seems close to a real life event that has happened to you or someone you know, is purely by happen chance.

Luca stared at his reflection in the mirror, fumbling with his tie. The fabric felt like a noose around his neck, tightening with every twist. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. The cologne he had picked up off Mark’s dresser smelled faintly of his own grandfather's pipe tobacco, and he hoped it would be a good omen for the evening ahead. His date was a woman named Elena, someone he had met through an app. They had talked for a few weeks now, sharing laughs and stories, but now that the day to go out was here, he felt like he was about to step into a minefield blindfolded with extra phalanges attached to him.

He checked his phone one last time. No messages from Y/N, his best friend. Her absence today was a bitter reminder of how every time he goes out with someone he thinks of her. His mind floods with what could bes if he would just tell her. If he would just let their relationship move over their line of friendship. Y/n and Luca already have many memories of shared jokes, quiet moments, and the way she looked at him when she thought he wasn't watching. Luca had been on numerous failed dates over the semester, all in an attempt to fill the gaping hole that was meant for her. All dates ending early because Luca couldn’t find the heart to stay when his heart wasn’t in it.

It was all so infuriating, but tonight he was determined to put the thoughts aside. If Y/n could put him to the side the whole day, he could put her to side.

The doorbell rang, and Luca took one last deep breath before opening the door to greet Elena. She was beautiful, with a smile that could light up the room.

‘Sure, it could lighten up the room, but could it lighten the darkest of rooms?’ Luca’s thoughts pierced through the barricades he tried so desperately to place for the evening.

Luca discreetly swallowed and tried to ignore the pang of guilt in his chest as he led her to the car.

‘You can’t do this again. Don’t do this again.’

Those words echoed through Luca’s mind as he reached the car. Before Elena could even get her hand on the door handle, he turned to face her with a heavy heart. The streetlights cast an orange glow on her puzzled expression, and he felt the weight of his confession pressing down on him like a boulder. “Elena, wait please.” Luca’s voice wasn’t as strong as it usually was and he mentally cursed himself.

Elena paused, looking at him with genuine concern. “Is everything okay, Luca?”

For a moment, Luca wavered, unsure of how to explain the tornado of emotions swirling inside him. But then, the words spilled out like water from a broken dam. “I’m sorry, Elena. I know we were looking forward to this, but I can’t do this. I can’t go out with you, knowing that all I’ll do is compare you to someone else. It’s not fair to you, and it’s definitely not fair to me.” His eyes searched hers, hoping she’d understand.

Elena studied him, her smile fading into a look of quiet contemplation. Then, she sighed and took his hand, leading him back towards the apartment. “Come on, let’s talk,” she said gently. The warmth of her touch was surprisingly comforting, but it only served to amplify the ache in his chest.

Inside the air was thick with unspoken truths and the scent of Elena’s perfume seemed to cling to the walls, a testament to their failed attempt at a normal evening. After turning on lamps and grabbing them both bottles of water, Luca took a seat on the recliner, feeling the leather conform to his tense body. Elena took a seat opposite him on the couch, her eyes never leaving his.

“Who is she?” Elena asked, her voice soft. It was the question Luca had been dreading, but now that it was out there, why keep it in anymore?

“Her name’s Y/N,” Luca began, his throat dry. He could chug his water and his throat would remain dry.

He watched as Elena nodded, she had her ideas about this. The way he spoke about y/n when they talked prior to tonight gave indications.

He took a deep breath, his heart thumping in his chest like a drum. Beating so intensely all he could hear was the sound of the lub and dub of his heart. “Y/N is... she’s the person who knows me better than anyone else. She’s seen me at my worst and still sticks around. She laughs at all my jokes, even the terrible ones. She’s the first person I call when something amazing happens, or when I need to rant about my day. And every time I go out with someone else, it’s like I’m cheating on her, because all I can think about is her. Whenever the food is ordered I’m still ordering food I know she’s going to eat because she always orders something new and ends up hating it, so I have to eat her’s and I give her what she really wanted. I think about the way she’d laugh at the same story, or how she’d look at me in that perfect moment when I know she’s listening, really listening, to every word I say. How I always seem to catch her looking at me and she’ll turn a little bit red, then try to deny that she was looking. It’s like I’m constantly holding onto this hope that maybe, just maybe, she feels the same way too. And I know that’s not fair to you, or to any of the other girls I’ve gone out with, but it’s just... she’s different, Elena. She’s the air I breathe and the reason I wake up every morning. I can’t help it. She has become so much more than just my best friend. She’s... she’s like a piece of me that I didn’t know was missing until I found her… A piece that’s actually been missing from today and my whole day feels empty. I feel empty.”

Elena’s expression softened as she listened, her eyes filling then spilling over with a few tears. She herself knowing all too well how he was feeling. Elena experiencing the same feelings, only her best friend is already in a relationship. She’s pining for someone completely unattainable.

The room was so quiet, it was as if the air itself was holding its breath, waiting for her response. She leaned all the way back into the couch, her hand playing with the hem of her dress. “Luca, she said, her voice a gentle caress. “You need to tell her how you feel. You can’t keep going on like this, hoping she’ll just figure it out by some miracle or waiting for some grand romantic moment to happen. Life isn’t a movie, and she may have no idea that you have the slightest bit of romantic interest in her. And if she doesn’t feel the same way, then at least you’ll know, and then you can move on. But if you don’t speak up and you keep going out like you are, you’re going to keep hurting yourself and the people you take out. It’s not fair to either of parties involved.”

Luca dropped his head into his hands and tugged at his hair, the words echoing in his mind like a caged bird desperate to escape. What if he did tell Y/N and she didn’t feel the same way? Would she look at him differently? Would their friendship survive? The thought of losing her in any capacity was too much to bear, but the heaviness of his secret was slowly suffocating him.

Elena reached over and placed a comforting hand on his knee. “I know it’s scary, Luca, but you can’t keep living like this. You’re my friend now, too, and I want to see you happy. You need to talk to her. Maybe she does feel the same, or maybe she doesn’t. But at least you’ll have the answer and you can move on from there. Whether it’s together or apart, you’ll be able to breathe again.”

Her words were like a jolt of electricity, shocking him into action. “You’re right, Elena. I can’t do this anymore. I’ll go over now. If I wait, I won’t do it. I’ve waited too long already,” Luca said, the decision made with a suddenness that surprised even himself. He stood up abruptly, the recliner rocking back and forth with the force of his retreat.

Elena nodded, her smile understanding and encouraging. “I know it’s scary, but you’ll be okay. Just go from the heart and tell her what you told me. Sometimes, that’s all it takes to start something beautiful, or to find the closure you need. Either way, you’re taking a step in the right direction.”

Luca took a deep breath, his chest tightening at the thought of what lay ahead. “Thank you, Elena. You’re a great listener, and... well, I’m sorry tonight didn’t work out the way we planned.” He offered a small, sheepish smile.

She laughed a bit and rolled her eyes reaching the front door. As she was stepping out it she waved, “Good luck Fantilli. Not that you’ll need it.”

The door shut with a gentle click, and Luca stood in the quiet embrace of the living room. His hand hovered over the screen of his phone, fingers trembling slightly. With a deep breath, he typed out a simple message: “Hey, I’m coming over.” He hit send before he could talk himself out of it, and the weight of his decision settled in his stomach like a rock.

In the hallway, he grabbed his jacket and keys, feeling the cool metal against his palm. The urgency in his step as he dashed to the car was almost palpable. His heart was racing like it was trying to escape his chest, the beat echoing in his ears. The headlights cut through the night, illuminating the path to Y/N’s apartment.

As he pulled up outside her building, Luca’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. The tie that had felt like a noose earlier was now a comforting reminder of his resolve. He took one long deep breath, willing the words to form in his mouth. He had rehearsed this moment in his head many times, probably each time he ended up here after each failed date. But now that it was real, his thoughts were a tangled mess.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out with trembling hands. He had hoped for an enthusiastic response, a sign that she felt the same way. But what he saw on the screen was a single, desolate word: "Don't." His heart plummeted to his stomach, the weight of it feeling like it might drag him into the abyss. He read it over and over again, willing it to change, for it to be a typo, a misunderstanding. But the more he read it, the more real it became.

He sat in the car, his eyes glued to the door of her apartment building. The red neon sign of the pizzeria across the street flickered, casting an eerie glow over the sidewalk. The rain had started to fall, and it pattered rhythmically against the car's windshield. Luca always respected and never ignored what Y/n asked of him. But this was something that he couldn't ignore. This was about them. He had to talk to her, no matter what she said.

Pulling a shaky a deep breath in, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and stepped out into the night. The cold rain hit him like a wall, soaking through his clothes in seconds. He sprinted to the building, feeling the water seep into his shoes with every step. His heart hammered in his chest like a drummer in a rock band, setting the tempo for his chaotic thoughts.

The lobby was a welcome respite from the downpour, the warmth wrapping around him like a blanket. The scent of old carpet and faint whispers of rain-soaked earth filled the small space. He took the stairs two at a time to the third floor, his feet echoing off the walls. Each step felt like it was taking an eternity. The door to Y/N’s apartment was like a gateway to the unknown, and Luca’s hand hovered over the knocker, his heart threatening to break through his ribcage. The anticipation was a tangible force, pressing against him like the very air itself was holding its breath.

With a tremble, he brought his fist down and the sound reverberated through the corridor. The seconds that followed felt like hours, each one a silent scream in his ears. Finally, the door creaked open, and there she was, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of annoyance. “I told you don’t come over,” she said, her voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken words.

Luca shivered, not just from the cold rainwater that clung to him like a second skin but from the sudden realization that this might be the moment that changes everything. He stepped closer, the droplets of water falling from his clothes creating a small puddle around his feet. “I know, I know you did, but I had to see you, to tell you something. Something I can’t keep inside anymore.”

Y/N and Luca lock eyes for only a moment. A moment is all Luca needs to notice the red discoloration and puffiness that circles her eyes. “Y/n, why have you been crying?” The words slipped out before he could stop them. The look of shock on her face was quickly replaced by one of irritation.

“That’s none of your business, Luca. What do you want?” Her voice was tight, and she held the door open only a crack. The apartment behind her was dark, save for the flicker of a TV screen.

“I know I shouldn’t have come up after you said no, but I couldn’t ignore your message. Y/N, is everything okay?” He asked again, his voice softer this time, filled with genuine concern. “Well no, clearly no everything isn’t okay.” Luca corrected running the back of his neck. “We’ve not talked all day, you didn’t respond to my texts or answer my calls. What’s going on?”

Y/N took a deep breath, the kind that fills the chest but doesn’t seem to reach the lungs. She stepped aside and opened the door wider, gesturing for him to come in. The apartment was a mess of used tissues and half-eaten takeout. It was a drastic difference to the usual pristine state she maintained. “I don’t know what to say, Luca. I’ve had a rough day, and I don’t really feel like company right now.” She said, her voice a sad whisper.

He stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room, taking in the sadness that seemed to have painted the walls a darker shade. The TV played some old sitcom, the laugh track echoing through the emptiness like a mockery of her current state. He followed her into the living room, his eyes never leaving hers. The rain had left a trail of water droplets from the door to where they now stood, a sad metaphor displayed through him for her feelings.

“You said you needed to tell me something? Something about you can’t keep it inside anymore? Must be important to come here after another date. So go on, do tell.” Y/n words barely passed over the knot in her throat, the tears in her eyes miraculously held back. Her arms were crossed over the center of her body and she was standing more to one leg than the other. She was giving Luca a look that screamed, “why are you here when you have someone else”

Luca felt his heart drop into his stomach, his earlier resolve now a distant memory. He took a step back, his hand running through his hair.

“I... I didn’t go on the date. I called it off. Because I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t pretend to be interested in someone else when all I can think about is you.” Luca gasped for air he was talking so fast. “Every laugh, every smile, every moment of connection that they claim to feel with me is a joke. Because all I want is to be with you, to be experiencing it with you, not them. You’re the one I want to share my life with, Y/N. You’re the one who gets me, who understands me, who makes me feel alive. I don’t want to live in a world where I can’t hold your hand, kiss your forehead, tell you how much you mean to me every single day. I don’t want to be just your best friend anymore. I want to be your everything, like you’re my everything. That is if you’ll let me.”

The words hung in the air like a question mark, heavy and pregnant with hope and fear. Y/N’s eyes searched his, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she found was raw honesty and pure love. And in that moment, she knew she had to tell him the truth. The tears began to flow, a river of emotions that had been damned up for so long. But she was smiling, a smile that was a battleground of happiness and sadness.

“Luca, I didn’t talk to you today because I was hoping if I didn’t and the date went bad you wouldn’t come here and get my hopes up again. I’ve been feeling the same way for a while now, but I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t want to risk losing you as a friend. You’re everything to me, Luca, but I was scared of what would happen if we tried to be more. What if we ruined what we have?” Her voice was shaky, but the words tumbled out like they had been waiting for this moment for an eternity.

Luca’s heart raced with something other than anxiety for the first time the whole day, hope. He stepped closer, taking her hand in his, feeling the warmth of her skin against his cold palm. “We won’t mess this up, I promise you. We have something real, something strong. And if, by chance, we do, we’ll fix it together, just like we do with everything else. I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want to be with you. I want to be there for you, not just as your best friend, but as your boyfriend. To hold you when you’re sad, to cuddle with you while you watch tv, to annoy you when you’re stressed, to be the first person you see when you wake up. I want you to wear my jersey to my games and make yourself a jacket for playoffs. I want all of that, Y/N. With you. And I know we can do it. We just have to trust each other and take this chance.”

She knew he was right, they had to take this risk. They had been dancing around each other for too long, afraid of what might happen if they stepped too close. But here they were, their hearts laid bare in the middle of a stormy night. “So…does this make me your girlfriend?” Y/n asked with a sly smile across her face.

“Damn right it does.” Luca beamed.

Without another word, Luca stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her in a fierce embrace. The cold, wet fabric of his shirt and tie seeped through her clothes, and she let out a squeal of surprise. “You’re going to get me soaked!” she giggled, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into him, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.

The tension in the room dissipated like the storm outside, replaced by a warmth that filled every corner of the apartment. They stood there for a moment, just holding each other, feeling the beat of their hearts sync up like they had always been meant to. Then, Luca leaned down and kissed her, his lips pressing gently against hers. The kiss was soft and tentative at first, as if they were both afraid that this was another one of those fleeting moments that they’d wake up from. But as she responded, kissing him back with the same passion that had been reflected in her eyes, he knew that this was real.

They broke apart, both breathing heavily, and Y/N spoke again, her voice still shaky with emotion. “You have clothes here if you want to stay,” she said shyly, gesturing towards her bedroom door at the end of the hallway. Her offer was filled with unspoken promises of lazy mornings and shared secrets whispered in the dark.

Luca’s smile grew even wider, the corners of his eyes crinkling with happiness. “Only if you want me to stay,” he said, his voice low and earnest. He didn’t want to assume anything, not now that the walls had finally come down. His right hand moved to cup her cheek, “if I do stay, I can sleep out here like before. I want you comfortable.”

Y/N looked up at him, the sadness in her eyes slowly fading away. She nodded, her voice a soft whisper. “But I want you to stay with me. I want to wake up next to you, not just in the same apartment. I want to fall asleep listening to your breathing, knowing you’re right there beside me.” She took his hand and led him to her room, the TV faded out into the background as they disappeared down the hallway.

Luca’s smile felt like it could split his face in two. He followed her, his heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. The room was a mess of blankets and pillows, a testament to her emotional turmoil from earlier. He took off his soaked jacket and laid it over the chair, the tie joining it like a snake shedding its skin. She handed him one of his old hockey t-shirts and a pair of shorts.

As he changed, his eyes kept darting back to her, watching her in the mirror. She was so beautiful, even in her sadness. He didn’t know how he’d ever thought he could keep his feelings hidden.

The shirt that was once too big for him, was now too small. “Uh, I don’t think this is going to work.” Luca laughed. He took it back off and tossed it over to y/n. When she put it on, the shirt went down just above midthigh. “I sleep shirtless most of the time anyways” Luca shrugged, still admiring her.

They both climbed into the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under their weight. Y/N laid her head over Luca’s heart, listening to the steady rhythm that matched her own. The rain outside had turned into a gentle pitter-patter, almost a lullaby for the two of them. “Thank you for coming over, even when I said not to,” she murmured, her voice muffled by his chest.

Luca tightened his arms around her, the warmth of her body seeping into his cold skin. “I couldn’t stay away, not when I finally grew a pair and was ready to go for what I wanted.”

They lay there, their hearts beating in a duet that filled the quiet room. The rain outside had turned into a soothing lullaby, lulling them into a peaceful silence. Y/N’s eyes grew heavy, and she nuzzled closer to Luca’s chest, feeling the comforting rise and fall of his breathing.

“Good night, Luca,” she whispered, her breath a soft caress against his skin.

He kissed the top of her head, feeling her cheek grow warmer against his chest. “Good night, pretty girl,” he murmured back, his voice thick with emotion and grogginess.

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wintersera · 1 year

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THE GISELLE THOUGHTS ??? I am going crazy giselle does not get appreciated enough and her thighssss, plsss write a longer fic where she corrupts reader and makes her ride her thighs? 🏃‍♀️

notes: readers a virgin and aeris a little bit of a pervy creep.. also this is like almost noncon? ATP this is a full fic like oopsies my bad- i meant for it to be an imagine but i got carried away

cw: dubcon, corruption kink (hope i did it well 😭), innocent!reader, thigh riding 🤤

man… it was 3am and you were bored as hell. like bored as fawk ://

the last days of summer vacation had you exhausted even though you really didn’t do much. and lord were you tired from well… being tired. your best chances of getting rid of your boredom was to contact someone, yet no one you liked was online. just a couple of people you knew from class because of a project and that was about it… thats so fucking boring 😭

sitting up and thinking in your emptied and rotting brain, you pace around your room wondering what you should do. like if it was some miracle, your friend, bestest friend- aeri was online.

opening up your dms you find that she beat you to it- her messages appearing as soon as you opened the app.

NOW, you were excited as hell. not seeing aeri in ages bc of college and whatnot, you felt your heart skip a beat because of some short message she sent. oh you gay ass- anyways, you get to see her again and you couldn’t contain you excitement. now if you had a dog tail it would be wagging so hard rn.. yes, you were that excited to see her.

after a while she pulled up in your driveway like the hot ass bitch she was, yeah sunglasses on even though it was almost pitch black outside (she actually put them on before she saw you open the door) she wore a white baggy tshirt on and some shorts and that was it. it was hot all day and the cool night breeze really helped with that “you just gonna stand there? or… are you gonna come inside”

“you gonna let me have the aux?” she giggles at you, nodding as you duck your head to get inside her car.

the sky was pretty, the view was gorgeous and even she looked stunning, the moonlight highlighting her sideprofile,,, lawd have mercy she was so ethereal.

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throughout the entire journey you were pouring your whole soul out to girls generation songs,, i mean fr, you were belting out the notes like mariah carey- it was that serious for you 😭 and aeri yet looked at you with fondness in her eyes… funnily enough you looked like a hot mess in front of her. a thrown on tshirt and some shorts you found on the floor bc she came around too early,, way too early, she looked at you as if you were the prettiest mf ever, a slight blush on her face. aeri thanked all things holy that it was dark outiside, she thought that you would notice her blushing at you and your silly antics- even though you were a little dense that you would never think that your bestie was thinking of so many nasty things.

you didn’t realise it, but she had her hand resting on the top of your thigh, massaging your flesh ever so lightly, however your dumbass was too occupied with gee (STREAM GEE BY GIRLS GENERATION) aeri could feel her face heat up, she knew touching you like this was so wrong, but when would she ever get the chance to touch you ever again? the way you weren’t even paying attention made her think she could get away with it. she couldn’t help the way she thought of you, you looked so damn pretty and she had to ravish you.

all of a sudden the car jerked… then stopped in the middle of fuckass no where.

“aeri?”

“we’re here-“ she huffs

“i can’t see anything?”

“don’t worry you’re pretty little head about it, just come out. the view is actually nice here” but she knew she was lying. getting you out of the car was one thing, shoving you into the back seat was another- as soon as you were thrown into the back, aeri had also placed herself on the seat next to you, the corner of her lips tugging up ever so slightly “don’t be scared just… come here” pulling you closer by the front of your shirt.

aeri was strong as fuck- like she was strong STRONG using her bigass hands to pull you in by the waist… 😵‍💫 why exactly did she lock the car with you and her in the back? was she planning to murder you or something? is that why she called you out so early in the night? all these questions kept circling around in your head, you couldn’t exactly understand her intentions and you were scared to death.

a cold sweat ran down your temple, ohhh you thought you were fucked… but now she’s moving you onto her lap? your face meeting hers, her hot breath hitting your neck when she nuzzles into the crook of it “aeri…?” a painfully slow hand caresses your hips. shaking, no, shuddering in her grasp, you felt terrified and confused as her hands wondered across your hips to your bare back “you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for this… just you and me” her voice low and raspy. her hands rested back down onto your hips, squeezing them in a way that made your stomach coil.

“i-i don’t get what you’re doing.. let me go aeri” frantically looking around to see if there was any escape, to your misfortune there were none and you were utterly fucked. the grip on your hips became stronger- clearly she didn’t want you to leave “let me go!! aeri please” she felt mean,, seeing you so vulnerable and weak, yet that didn’t stop her. firmly holding you, she moves your hips back and forth across her thighs, eliciting a squeek from you.

“what was that?” a chuckle from her

“what’s so funny? aeri, you’re so fucked up”

another chuckle.

innocent… aeri had the strongest urge to completely destroy your innocence.

again she rocked your hips, this time pressing you down on her thighs harder “a-ah… feels funny” you couldn’t explain it, but there was this weird heat between your legs whenever she moved you against her. it felt alien, yet you didn’t deny that it felt sort of felt good.

despite your pleas she continued to make you ride her. you were an emotional wreck, you felt so fucking scared but at the same time you felt ecstatic. tears fell from your eyes and stained her shirt yet she kept going and going, going so far until you began rocking your hips yourself.

eventually you were fucking yourself on her thighs all by yourself. aeri noticed that and laughed, taking her hands off of your hips and wrapping them around your waist “h-huh… why’d you let go?”

“enjoying yourself? thought you were begging me to stop… or did you secretly want me to do this to you”

she stopped you with another firm grip

“do you want to feel good?” you nod embarrassingly, it felt good… and you wanted more of it, although you didn’t know why it felt like electricity lit your body up.

“mmm..”

“move on your own then” oh the embarassment, the humiliation. you were so innocent that you didn’t know how to move by yourself. aeri had to guide you bc you were sooo clueless, yet here she is telling you to do it on your own while she watches you crumble.

“i don’t know how…”

“figure it out.. you want to feel good right? just move your hips like you did earlier” and you do, moving in slow circles as the fabric on your soaked panties hits your clit in the best way possible.

watching you with a keen eye, aeri felt aroused by you. your innocence slowly fading away with each moan and each thrust, seeing how you pressed your body closer to hers unconsciously and how the way your eyes glistened from the tears you previously shed. you looked like a hot mess and she was glad she contributed to it.

your movements became faster and sloppier, your sighing turned into whimpers and eventually into moans. an unfamiliar tightening in your stomach formed “mmm.. ah- aeri? aeri… coming.. feels like somethings coming”

you stopped abruptly, you felt something rush head to toe, making you scream out aeri’s name. arching your back into aeris embrace.

after a while you calmed down, coming back to reality and shit- aeri just looked at you with a huge grin and hoisted you off of her. eyeing the mess you made on her legs you, again, panic. this time it was more out of concern rather than fear “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to wet myse-“

“it’s not pee dumbass, you came- anyways, did it feel good?”

“it’s not pee?? and what??? also… yeah it felt good…”

it’s safe to say aeri drove you home. you blacking out from waisting your energy on getting yourself off- and because she’s ur bestie she has spare keys to your door. princess carrying you into your bed and making herself comfy in it as well. you and her slept for the god knows how long.

i mean moral of the story let your bestie fuck you i guess idk.. sorry if it seems rushed </33

#kaye: imagines!!#aespa smut #aespa giselle smut #giselle smut #aespa x fem reader smut #aespa x reader smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #kpop girl group smut

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Too Close for Comfort 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, a grumpy man, age gap, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You find a place to stay for the semester but your landlord is less than hospitable.

Characters: Joel Miller

Note: I said I'd get to Joel and I'm sorry to neglect everyone else lol.

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The suburban sprawl awes you as you steer down the gentle curving avenues, taking in the trimmed hedges and the short picket fences. The neighbourhood is a stark contrast to the grim backstreets where you grew up. As you turn into the bright cul de sac, you can't help but wonder if you put the wrong address into the app.

The automated voice declares you've reached your destination just as you drive past the house from the posting. You hiss as you confirm the metal numbers mounted on the brick are the very same. You swerve into the nearest lot and reverse, forgetting to look as you do.

A loud honk has you slamming on the brakes as a large truck flashes its lights in your rearview. You give a sheepish wave and cringe, waiting for them to pull in. You sink down as you notice the bulky Chevy roll expertly into the lot in front of the very house that distracted you.

You hold in a groan and back up, straightening the wheel and parking along the curb. A man drops heavily to his feet from the pick-up, slamming the door behind him. You wince and grip the steering wheel nervously. That must be the man you emailed.

Great first impression...

You open your car door to get out only to be trapped by your seat belt. You quickly click the button to release yourself and climb out of the car. You step up on the curb as the man scowls towards his front door, tramping up the cement walk between neatly groomed grass.

"Um, excuse me, Joel?" You call after him, "are you Joel Miller?"

He stops before the bottom step of the porch and pushes his head back with a growl. He turns to face you, agitation creased above his brows. You try to smile but your lips only tremble.

"Um, sorry to bother, I'm the one who messaged you. Er, about the room. You know, uh, online?" You wave your phone at him and his eyes dully focus on the gesture.

He crosses his arms. You shift your weight on your feet, not daring to break the threshold of his lawn. Right, you don't think this is going to work out. You should've known it was too good to be true.

"I'm sorry--"

"I'm Joel," he interrupts, "you're my one o'clock," he checks his watch, a brown leather band strapped around his thick tanned wrist, "you're early."

"I... yes, I am. I hate being late--"

"Doesn't matter," he dismisses tersely and twists on his heel.

He climbs the front steps of the two-storey house as you watch helplessly. His broad shoulders stretch the thin cotton of his tee shirt as he rolls his shoulders and keys in the code to the front door. You slump your shoulders, hooking your fingers in your pockets as you make to turn back.

"You wanna see the room?" He calls to you before you can retreat.

"Oh, uh, sure," you hop in place and quickly scurry up the wall, "er, that would be great."

You clatter up the steps, tripping over the last one. He stands by the door, staring at you dully as he holds it open for you. You show your teeth appeasingly as you approach.

"Take your shoes off," he points you inside.

You step onto the mat and bend to untie your sneakers. He enters after you with a sigh. You quickly sidle out of his way as he nearly bumps into you. You slide your shoes aside and stand as he thumbs off his boots.

"It's above the garage," he points to the east wall. That is east, right?

"Sure, uh, cool," you follow him past the staircase.

He leads you to a door just before the kitchen and opens it again. It occurs to you then, maybe too late, that he's a complete stranger and you've walked carelessly into his house. You look at him, trying to hide the flicker of doubt. It doesn't help that he doesn't smile. Actually, you're not sure if that would be any better.

You go ahead of him and climb the stairs behind the door. You enter the room, fully furnished and relatively cozy. You're impressed. It's not much but enough to make do.

“Built in the bathroom,” he explains as he does to another doorway, “only half bath, you'll have to use downstairs for a shower. Kitchenette,” he goes to the counter mounted into the wall, “microwave, hot plate sink, guess you could get an electric kettle.”

You nod as you look around. It's not bad; a bed, a chair and footstool, a table against the wall with two wooden stools. Of all the places you've viewed, it's decent and it's close enough to school

“I could… is that an offer?” You prompt.

“You got a job?” He asks.

“Sure, I work on campus between classes, and I have a grant,” you explain, “probably won't be here too much, just need somewhere to sleep.”

“Mm,” he rubs his chin, a hoarse bristle of brown and gray along his jaw. “Deposit?”

“Right, um, yeah, I got it. I could Venmo? Or paypal?”

“Cash,” he insists.

“Oh, uh, I don't have it on me,” you fumble with your phone, “but I can show you my balance.”

“Bring it tomorrow and the room is yours.”

“Really? Just like that?”

“Get the money in my hand and it's a deal,” he offers his hand, “you seem clean. You're a student. Better than the guy who tried to steal my silverware.”

“Uh, I won't do that,” you shake his hand and chuckle nervously.

“Mmm,” he growls and lets you go. “As long as you're quiet, I don't care what you do.”

“Oh, yeah,” you cover your mouth and lower your voice, “I'll do my best.”

He is unshakable. You're not the most charming character but you're harmless, most people realise that pretty quickly. You turn and continue to look around.

You go to the window and pull the cord of the blinds. Only one side raises and you yank it again. You give an oop as you angle it and try to let it down. It's only making it worse.

He huffs and crosses the room. You back up and he snatches the cord, rolling it up easily. You mumble an apology and look out, peering down at the driveway.

“It's really nice,” you say, “you said you put it the bathroom yourself?”

“Built the whole room,” he grumbles as he backs up, scratching the back of his, “something to do…”

“Right,” you smile, impressed by his handiwork. “Well, I can get the money. When should I come back?”

“Ten,” he says, “and don't be early. Don't need you interrupting my coffee.”

“Yes, sir,” you confirm, “ten…” you set an alarm on your phone and add it to your calendar, “I'll be here.”

You peek up at him as he watches you with narrowed eyes. His expression is enough to see you off. You're going to scram before he rescinds his offer.

🏘️

The next day, you head out to deliver the deposit. You take a little longer than you expected at the bank. You didn't consider that taking out a large amount would raise alarm bells.

With that sorted, you set off for your new home. This time, you park without issue, the Chevy truck unmoving in the driveway. You skip up the walk and take the steps two at a time. Your toe hits the top stair and you fly forward, colliding with the door.

You stand straight and laugh at yourself, reaching to knock on the door.

“Don't,” a disembodied voice warns.

You frown and look around. Your eyes catch the almost indiscernible lens above the doorbell. Oh, fancy.

The door swings open and Joel greets you over a gray blue mug. You stare at him awkwardly and teeter on your feet. Oh, yeah. You are here for a reason.

“Got it all here,” you proclaim as you loosen the drawstring on your purse, “counted it twice.”

He accepts it as he drinks from his mug, slurping down the last of the dregs. He clears his throat as he lowers the cup, “mm, great.”

“So, uh, not to be pushy,” you let your bag hang from your elbow, “when would I be able to… move in?”

His brown eyes bore into your very soul, “well… I guess whenever you need…”

“Great, because um, to be honest, it's really expensive to live on campus and my roommates are… messy,” you hesitate as you realise you're rambling, “not that that matters to you.”

“Just think of me like your landlord,” he grits, “don't bother me unless it's an emergency.”

“Got it,” you nod, “sorry, I'm excited. Oh, and I was wondering, am I allowed outside? Well, I don't mean, like, okay, is there a backyard?”

He nods stiffly.

“Am I… can I uh, use it?”

He stares then shrugs, “I guess. Two rules, stay out of my room and stay out of the garage. You got your room, you'll have access to the common space within limits.”

“Uh huh, makes sense,” you hold out the envelope and he takes it. “Well, thanks, I really appreciate it. You know, it must be a good investment, a little apartment…” you clamp your lips and cringe, “okay, sorry, I'm going.”

He doesn't respond. As you turn, the door snaps shut and you nearly trip again. It'll be a bit tense but it's better than scraping the bottom of the barrel to pay rent and dealing with Kaya's late night antics.

🏘️

You email Joel shortly after your last encounter. Restless, you're eager to be out of your overpriced and overcrowded dorm. You have most of your things ready to go. A single knapsack and a long duffle.

He agrees to the day before the first. You're not the sort to complain. It's better than the alternative. Short of the grumpy overseer, you really found the perfect place.

When you arrive, Joel's truck isn't there. You try ringing the bell but don't get an answer. You didn't expect any different. You sit on the top step and wait, admiring the facade of the neighbouring houses and the autumnal russets littered across their yards.

You’re not early. Not that early. You thought he’d be around or maybe give you some direction on how to get inside. Technically, this is your home too now. You signed the electronic lease.

When he drives up, you stand, swaying as you try not to seem too jumpy. He sits in his truck, taking his time as he lingers inside. When he gets out, he is in no hurry. You smile as he approaches and chew your lower lip.

His graying hair looks fluffy and soft despite his demeanour. He wears a tee shirt under a canvas shirt.

“Hi, er, Joel, sir,” you greet, “I… think I got the right day.”

“Was getting a key cut,” he slips his hand into his back pocket, “the keypad can be finicky. This one’s for the back. Just in case.”

“Thanks,” you chirp as you accept the key, “that’s awesome.”

His dark eyes challenge your enthusiasm as they flick up.

“Sure,” he agrees flatly.

“I’ll get my bags,” you announce as you back up, giving him room to step past you.

He rumbles but doesn’t give a real response. You hop off the step, landing clumsily, and follow the path down to the sidewalk. You pop your trunk and pull out your duffle and knapsack. As you go to shut the trunk, you feel a tug on the handle of the duffle bag and you hold back a yipe as a rough hand brushes the side of yours.

Joel doesn’t say a word as you let him take the bag. He turns and stalks back up the lawn. You can’t tell if he’s being helpful or he just wants to lock you away so you're out of his way. You hurry after him, keys jingling loudly.

Your foot hits the step and you nearly stumble again. You catch yourself with a stomp on the next step and he pauses at the front door to glance back at you. You offer another meek smile. He opens the door, waiting on you as you steady yourself.

“Sorry.”

“Slow down, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

You give a nervous chuckle. He’s not laughing. You gulp and hook your knapsack on your shoulder before you continue inside. He might not be the nicest but at least you can be assured he can fix anything you break. Not that you’re intending on that… hopefully.

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Does He Know? - l.jn, l.dh

pairing: bf!jeno x fem!reader x sneaky link!haechan

genre: fluff, angst, smut

warnings: cliffhanger ending, cheating, haechan centric, semi-public sex (car sex), exhibitionism, oral (f), temperature play, unprotected sex, slight degradation, slight anal (just fingering), mentioning other’s name during sex, masturbation, slight sexting, smoking (weed), nipple-play (m), handjob, ‘just the tip’, public make out

wc: 8k

note: inspired by swedish house mafia and the weeknd’s moth to a flame. and yes, i did change the banner. also, if the ending seems a little lost or off, try going on the web and reading it there. tumblr’s a shithead sometimes.

recommended songs: a spotify playlist.

Your lips moved in sync with Jeno’s as your hand roamed through his soft hair. At this very moment with your boyfriend all over you, your mind couldn’t help but wander elsewhere. What is he doing now? Is he thinking of me too? Is he hooking up with someone? You immediately shook your head in hopes of getting rid of the ridiculous thoughts your mind was creating on its own. Just then, you felt Jeno pull away from the kiss with both his hands cupping your jaw. “What’s wrong?” His thumb rubbed smooth circles on your delicate skin in concern. “Nothing. I’m sorry…” Your eyes gazed to the wardrobe on your right, avoiding his. “No, it’s okay… We can stop if you don’t want to.” You swore you could hear a hint of disappointment laced in his voice but it was too faint for you to be a hundred percent sure.

Nodding your head slowly, Jeno shifted his position to beside you before turning on the lamp by your bedside, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable… Let’s go to bed?” his right hand caressed yours softly. “Yeah.” In the middle of the night, at around a quarter to twelve, you’ve found yourself awake with a snoring Jeno next to you. It was a habit, you could say. Waking up in the dead of night, grabbing your phone from the nightstand which you made sure was placed on Do Not Disturb, and opening the messaging app. You couldn’t pinpoint when exactly the whole ordeal happened. It wasn’t like you planned for it to happen but sometimes, sometimes, you get a little too greedy.

Your gaze shifted towards the boy next to you warily before typing away on your phone. He was awake. He always is. There wasn’t a time he wouldn’t reply to your texts or calls. Most of the time, you wonder why you were doing this. Is it right? Obviously it was not, but you were in denial. You wanted to believe what you were doing was right when you know it was not. Your fingers typed away without a care for the world and you felt almost as if you were being controlled. He had a hold on you that was impossible to release yourself from. Suddenly, as if you were shot with an arrow of realisation, your thumb hovered over the send button and your eyes flashed to the words ‘Online’ under his saved contact. This was wrong. You believed it was wrong. There was no denying anymore. It was wrong.

Almost immediately, you switched off your phone before slamming it screen first onto the nightstand and forcing yourself to sleep.

The next day was a blur. You’d caught Haechan staring at you with a look of disbelief plastered on his face. You’d avoided him all day. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that it was over. That you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Needless to say, you were scared of him. You knew what he was capable of and you weren’t going to risk yourself any further. Walking around aimlessly through the halls of your campus, you looked around frantically for your best friend, Kia. Your eyes trailed everywhere through the building that suddenly seems all too big and stuffy for you. A hand was placed at the side of your head, feeling all of sudden lightheaded and dizzy. You blinked multiple times before sprinting to the nearest restroom.

Both your hands found their place by the sink as you gazed at your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks were red, lips glazed with saliva and eyes drowsy. You didn’t know your purpose here. Were you about to throw up? Or maybe your mind was simply just creating a reason for you to end up in the restroom. Turning the tap on, you pooled the running water in the palms of your hands that you took off the sink before splashing the liquid onto your face. The water was icy cold and you could feel your vision going blurry. There wasn’t an explainable reason for it though. Suddenly, as if you’ve finally gained your conscious, your eyes were clear again and you were no longer feeling the aching pain in your head.

“Surprising to find you in the men’s.” Your head whipped to the voice that was coming from your right. “Haechan.” You controlled the tremble in your voice. Though, it was hard not to notice it. “That’s me. Mind giving me the pleasure of knowing why you’re in here?” He was inching closer to you. You didn’t care to notice though. “I entered the wrong restroom. So if you’ll excuse me—” You attempted on making your way to the exit door but no way was Haechan going to let you go this easily after you quite literally ignored him last night. He took steps to block you from walking any further when you’ve reached less than a foot away from the door.

You avoided his piercing gaze from above you and looked everywhere but him. “People’ll come in.” You stated. “I’ll lock the door.” Right then, you heard a click coming from the door indicating the lock was flicked. “We shouldn’t be doing this in the restroom. Mind you, public restroom.” You emphasised on the word ‘public’ with a stare into his eyes. “Oh we’re not going anywhere.” Haechan’s right hand found itself in the dip on your waist as he pulled you closer to his heated body. “Then say what you have to say and get it over with. I have psychology.” You placed a hand between the both of you on his chest to keep a safe distance between you two. There was an amused chuckle coming from the boy by you that made you curious.

“No you don’t. I take psychology with you.” All of sudden, you felt your cheeks flare up at the embarrassment of being caught in a lie. “Just talk.” The voice you let out was small and almost hushed but he was grateful to have heard it. “What happened,” There was a pause before he continued, “last night?” You could’ve lied and pretended you didn’t have a clue as to what he was talking about and you believe you should’ve. But something in the way he looked at you and tightened his grip on your waist has you showing more than just a reaction. “I’m done.” It was the truth. It really was. But once the words leave your mouth, you felt like you were telling a lie. “You are?” He was bemused, you could tell. Maybe even in disbelief. “I am.”

You glanced above to stare at his confused expression. Haechan was obviously puzzled. Probably because no one’s said something similar to him before. It’s always him who ends things. “That’s new.” His eyebrows raised and dropped with an upside-down smile on his face, “Are you sure though?” that question echoed through your head endlessly. Were you? Were you sure? A lump in your throat was swallowed when you thought about it. At this, you could hear Haechan’s signature mocking chuckle filling the empty restroom. “You’re not.” He took one of his free hands and held your wrist that was still firmly placed on his chest and brought it to his lips before giving it a lewdly romantic kiss that you would almost be jealous of.

“You need me,” He kissed the inner part of your forearm as his eyes shut in ecstasy teasingly. “and I need you.” You couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or if he was simply manipulating you but nonetheless, that was the least of your concerns at the moment. As the two of you were caught in the heat of the moment, there was an ear-piercing bang of the locked door followed by what sounds like a pissed man. “Open the fucking door you motherfucker! I need to pee!” He ended his rage with three bangs on the door before Haechan turned to look at you with horror. With a hushed voice, he said, “In here.” he pushed you to one of the empty stalls before all you could hear was the door getting unlocked and the sound of angry stomping alongside some bickering. Plus, you could also hear what sounds like peeing.

“What in fuck’s sake were you doing in here with the door locked?!” A shuffling of a belt was followed. “Sorry, I didn’t notice it was locked. I just finished taking a shit and heard banging on the door. It wasn’t me I swear.” Your eyebrows furrowed and you rolled your eyes in annoyance at the façade Haechan was putting on. “Well. whether it was or wasn’t you, just don’t do that.” There was the sound of running water and the hand dryer before you assumed the guy left. Huffing out a breath of relief, you waited for Haechan to call you. “He’s gone.” Opening the cubicle door with a peek, you walked out of the it annoyedly.

You made your way to the exit door with no obstacles this time but before you could leave through it, you heard Haechan calling your name from behind you. Rolling your eyes inwardly, you turned your head a little as a sign for him go on. “Meet me at the usual after classes. And don’t make me wait.” You said nothing and left the restroom with a forceful tug at the door. But it wasn’t like it was slammed, it simply retreated to its original place slowly. As you were walking to your next class, you couldn’t help but think about what Haechan’d said barely five minutes ago. Don’t make him wait? Hell yeah I’m gonna make him wait. Might as well ditch him. But you knew it was a bad idea. So you simply made your way into class as none of students seem to care about your entrance. Except for one.

“Babe! Where have you been? You were missing since lunch. Didn’t you check your phone?” Hearing Jeno’s worried tone made you somehow feel guilty and sad but you tried to hide your emotions from showing on your face. Instead, you patted your pockets for your phone knowing damn well you didn’t have it with you. “Sorry, my bag and phone’s with Kia.” Giving him a small frown, you took the seat next to him before giving him a peck on the cheek, “I’m sorry for disappearing like that, Jen.” a small smile was carved on your lips. “I-It’s fine. Just… Don’t do that again.” You could see the hint of blush forming on his smooth cheeks and you failed to hold back a smile at that. “D-Don’t laugh at me!”

Your head was thrown back as strings of moans and curses left your parted lips. You’d met up with Haechan at the park you always go to and somehow, it’d led to him eating you out in his car. Your hands found their way to the locks of his hair before you began tugging on the soft strands. There was a brief moment where you could feel his determination in his movements but that moment left as quick as it arrived. In spite of the moment being so brief that you would almost see it as a simple misuse of strength, you were a hundred and ten percent certain he was determined to prove something. But what was it he wanted to prove? That he’s better than Jeno? You couldn’t quite wrap your head around it, but you also did not care.

So putting that thought to the back of your mind, you opened your eyes to meet his lust-filled ones before spotting the devilish sinful shit-eating smirk on his face. Grinding your hips onto it, you could make out what sounds to be a breathy moan leaving his lips and causing heat to pool between your legs. “Hae-Haechan…” Eyes were being rolled to the back of your head as you could feel your orgasm right around the corner. Haechan’s hum that vibrated around your pussy was what caused you to cum all over his lips making them even wetter than they already were. Kneeling by your knees, he stared at you with eyes that could burn as you take in the way his white button up was a few buttons loose, his necklace that was once tucked into his shirt now sitting exposed on his collarbone. It was starting to become too much for you.

The sight of his cum-covered red lips has you biting on your own as you rubbed your thighs together, smearing the hot liquid around them. “Don’t do that.” Both his hands was placed on your hiked-up knees before patting them with his fingers and letting the cool breeze hit your hot skin again. You breath hitched at the feeling as you gripped on his left arm tightly. “Come on, stop acting like you don’t like it.” He stated with one of the hands that was on your knees now roaming your clothed chest. For a second, you thought it was over. That he was gonna stop and move on. But no. The second his hand left your heated body, he took the cup that was empty of the iced water and was left with just the ice. Taking the lid off, he stuck his hand into the cup before pulling it out with an ice cube in his hand.

“Haechan.” You said warningly. Not in the car. “Just for a while.” Was the last thing he said before he was rubbing the ice onto your wet pussy. His unoccupied palm was placed over your lips to prevent your sounds from being too loud. His rubs began to increase in speed as your legs started to stretch before hiking up again. All of sudden, his movements stopped and the melted ice cube was replaced with a new one but this time, it was placed directly above your gaping hole. You knew where he was going with this. He’d done it countless time before that you’re starting to think he has some sort of ice kink. Pushing the ice cube into you agonisingly slowly, you had to suppress a scream at the feeling of your insides turning numb from the coldness. Haechan kept it inside you as his hands worked their way to undo his jeans before his boxers were pushed to his knees and his cock thrusted into you dry.

“Shit!” You managed to let out when Haechan’s palm was removed from your lips. You could hear the tremble in his voice when he let out the most filthiest groan ever heard. Both his hands found their way by your head as his thrust began growing faster by each passing second. “Fuck, Y/n…” You knew he was feeling the cool of the ice too when the cold liquid began dripping from his balls to the velvet seats. Crying his name was all you’ve been doing for the past fifteen minutes and it wasn’t any different now. Gripping his shoulders painfully, you tried to focus on Haechan’s dick pounding into you but it didn’t help that your mind was suddenly reminded of Jeno. And it was worse when you accidentally cried out your boyfriend’s name.

It was as if time’d stopped and Haechan’s thrusting immediately stilled with a look of disbelief on his face. “Really, Y/n? You’re really thinking of him while I’m literally fucking you in my car? Are you that much of a whore?” His hips began moving once again but this time, it was faster than the previous. In fact, it wasn’t just faster, it was deeper, rougher, and painfuller. “Fuck, Haechan! I’m sorry!” The car was already shaking from the intensity of his rutting but seemingly enough, you actually wouldn’t mind if people saw what you guys were doing. Not that that would be the priority though. “You can never, never compare me to that piece of shit you call your boyfriend. I am always going to be better than him. At everything I do.” His words suddenly left a pang of hurt in your chest. Although he wasn’t talking about you, the way he spoke about your boyfriend made you feel the rage slowly pouring out of you but before it could spill, you quickly bottled it before tossing it to somewhere in your head to be thought about later.

As of now, all you wanted was to get your mind off of shit with Haechan’s cock stuffing you full. So full that you almost didn’t notice your second orgasm approaching. “Don’t. I haven’t came yet.” An annoyed whine left your lips before your grip on his shoulder loosened and drop to his firm arm. You traced the veins on his arm shakily as you heard an extremely loud groan slowly seeping out of him before you came with him. Hard. Unwillingly pulling out of you, Haechan placed his heavy cock on your exposed tummy and you felt the heat radiating from it even after being soaked in ice cold water. The hot liquid began leaking out of you and Haechan had to bite back the urge lick it back into you as he watched the line of white pooling at your asshole.

Reaching a finger over to it, he gathered the line of liquid before stuffing it into your lower hole with a few pump of his fingers. A soft moan could be heard from you as you tightened the grip on his finger. An amused chuckle emitted from the bottom of his throat when he noticed your gesture as he slowly pulled out of you. “Don’t think I’m forgiving you for saying his name and for ignoring me.” Haechan rolled his eyes with a lick of his fingers. Damn. I don’t need your forgiveness anyways. “Is that so?” You hadn’t notice that you’d said it out loud when both your hand was slapped on your mouth. “Is it?” He repeated. This time, he was closer by an inch. “No! Of course not. I was joking.” You smiled nervously at him after your hands were removed from your lips.

“That’s right.”

Sitting at the edge of your bed with your hand stuffed between your thighs as you stared at the pictures Haechan had sent wasn’t the type of ‘productive’ you planned on being today. It all happened so quickly. One time you’re innocently texting him and the next he’s sending you risky images on purpose. Your gaze darted to the white door in your room, making sure it was locked before slowly lying your back onto the soft mattress. A sigh left your lips when your fingers began moving against your clit in smooth circles. The wetness that was smeared around your heat was enough to make your movements easier. Reaching your fingers lower, two digits prodded at your entrance and you let out a dangerous whimper at that, instinctively swatting your head towards the door once again.

Your eyes were shut when your fingers started to slowly sink into your tight hole. At that moment, you were beginning to miss the way Haechan liked to fuck you. Fast and rough. The way his cock fitted inside you so well has you curling your toes in the air. Hiking up your knees, your heels dug into mattress beneath you allowing the comfortable material to dip by an inch. You glanced at the image showed on your phone screen as your fingers moved in faster and more pleasurable motions. Your head was tilted back with an inaudible groan leaving the depth of your throat before you unconsciously clenched against your own fingers.

You could feel your orgasm approaching but somehow, it felt all too far for you to reach. Something was holding it back and you have no idea what it was. You tried to pleasure yourself even more by taking tiny glances of the image of Haechan with every peek but still, you couldn’t cum. After a few minutes of trying to orgasm, you finally gave up with a huff of frustration as you forcefully pulled your fingers out of your abused hole. Sighing, you shut your eyes and took your phone before getting out of the bed and to the bathroom.

The feeling of the hot water dripping across your body has you smiling softly into the liquid as your hands rubbed the foam of soap onto your chest. A hot shower was definitely what you needed after a long, tiring day. Stepping out of the shower, you looked at yourself in the mirror with your head tilted to one side. Would Haechan still like you if he saw you like this? With your hair dripping and you body wet? Curious, you grabbed your phone from next to the sink and held it above your head as you stared at the front camera imitating doe eyes. Pressing the white button at the bottom of the screen, you snapped a photo of you naked with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

You patiently waited for Haechan's reply after having had sent it to him a minute ago with the caption 'was thinking of you'. You knew it was cheesy and corny but you didn't at the moment. You wanted to sound cheesy. The ding in your phone has you immediately opening the messaging app as you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. Smiling ear to ear, you read Haechan's response with a cheery feeling blossoming inside you.

haech: shit

haech: i wish i could see you like tht

haech: you look fucking hot

haech: send me another

Doing exactly what he said, you placed your phone against the hand soap horizontally before snapping a few more photos to send to him. Your favourite must definitely be the one where your exposed chest was slightly jutted out and your hand went to touch your pussy but fortunately, the countertop was covering it so he couldn't see much. You know he likes a little tease.

you: [Attachment: 1 image]

haech: fuck my dick's fucking hard

haech: wanna see?

haech: [Attachment: 1 image]

You swore on your life you heard a moan leaving your lips but it was too brazen for you to believe it was actually you.

you: wanna ride it so bad

you: it's unfortunate i can't come over

haech: why not? want me to come to ur place?

you: jeno's coming ovr in a bit

When he didn't reply despite having have read your message, you knew he was jerking off. In the middle of a conversation? Seriously?

you: dick

you: are you seriously jerking off rn?

haech: u shld do it top

you: what

haech: too* sorry tyo

haech: typo*

you: whtevr i'm tired

you: gnight

With that, you switched off your phone and wrapped a warm towel around your body and walking out of the bathroom with your phone in hand. Getting dressed didn't take that long. You simply threw on a black tee and a pair of green plaid pajama pants before launching yourself onto the comfort of your bed. Fun fact, you lied. About Jeno coming over. Come on, it's 10pm. The only people in the house at this hour is you and your roommate who is most likely asleep right now. And you should be too. Haven't I told you you're (most of the time) an early sleeper? Tucking both your hands under your pillow, you closed your eyes and hoped to be taken into slumberland but unfortunately someone had to ruin it.

The sound of your notifications blowing up your phone has you cupping your ears with both hands and what makes it even worse is when the ringtone starts playing. And it doesn’t help that it’s fucking Sticker. Picking up your phone from where you left it, you angrily looked through it to find the culprit and Lord and behold was he there spamming you with unnecessary information. Like, I don’t fucking care if your socks are yellow.

haech: i just came

haech: and it got all over my socks

haech: and they’re yellow

haech: my favourite pair :((

you: i don’t fucking care

haech: jeez what’s up with you

haech: you were all slutty just a minute ago

you: i want to sleep

haech: k then fine

haech: night

haech: wait didn’t you say jeno’s coming over?

“Hey, you alright? You’ve been spacing out lately… Y-You can talk to me.” Jeno halted your movements by taking place in front of you. “Jeno, we’re in the middle of the hallway.” You stared at him with warning eyes before he gave in and brought you to the lounge area a little further down the hall. There were many students there. Most of which are busy hunching over their laptops and probably wouldn’t even flinch if the building got bombed. The others however, were either sleeping or just talking. Sitting down across each other on two of the empty seats, Jeno cleared his throat and lifted his gaze to meet your avoiding ones. “Babe.”

You couldn’t look at him. Not after what you’d done. I know, I know what you’re probably thinking but there just something different about this time. It wasn’t like the countless times you’d slept with Haechan before. No. It was different. Was it timing? The feelings? You were yet to find that out. “Babe.” You heard Jeno call out for you again. Sterner this time. “Babe, what’s wrong?” There was a hint of worry in his voice, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer him. To tell him the truth. Or rather, what he wouldn’t want to hear. It’ll hurt him. Bad. Like how it’d hurt any other person that’s going through what you’re going through right now.

A part of you could sense that he knew. That this was all a play to get you to come clean. On second thought, maybe it is better to come clean. Maybe that way, you wouldn’t have to hide anything from anyone ever again. But every pro has a con, doesn’t it? As I was saying, he probably knows about this little fling you have going with his brother. Yeah. Brother. It was a typical Saturday night when you first met him. Crazy am I right. You share a class and you don’t even know him. Anyway, you were hanging out at Jeno’s blah blah blah until… His brother comes into the picture. He was wasted. Probably stoned too. Jeno was scolding him for barging into his room but he said nothing. And then he left. Since then, every problem he had was yours. Every concern he had, was yours too. And vice versa.

So fast forward to a few months later, right now, with you having a potential serious talk with your boyfriend. Whom is sitting across you at the moment. Just waiting for you to say something. “I’m fine.” Your voice came out harsher than you’d intended it to be. You blame it on your dry throat. You noticed the way Jeno tensed up and the tone of your voice but you didn’t want to say anything. You felt bad, of course, don’t get me wrong. But your throat was drier than a dessert and you refuse to talk more than a couple of words. “You don’t seem fine. You know you can always talk to me if there’s something bothering you.” A smile was all you gave. Not an answer, a reply, just an empty smile.

Clearing his throat, Jeno continued as he stood up from his seat abruptly, “Well, I’ve got class so… See you at lunch?” you simply nodded. “Study hard, Jeno.” Oh God, what are you becoming. “You sound like my mom.” His eyes were squinting at you but before he left for his class, he gives you his signature grin with a wave to which you gladly returned. Sighing, you too got up from your seat and went in the opposite direction he did which you ended up bumping into your very own best friend. “Kia!” You exclaimed with an excited shout. “Y/n! Do you have class?” Kia questioned you suddenly. “Uhh yeah, I have English.” You noticed the way she rolled her eyes and that’s when you knew where this was going.

“You’re not asking me to skip with you, right?” Kia always skips. Don’t really know what she’s doing with all that time though. In your opinion, classes are a way to take a break from real life. A break from all the problems you have with your love life, family, friends, all of those. It also prevents you from doing anything dangerous or wrong. “Come onn live a little, will ya? We can go for a smoke, drink—” It wasn’t going to convince you the slightest bit. You’ve made up your mind and you’re sticking with your decision. “I don’t smoke, Kia. You know that.” You rolled your eyes at her. “Then accompany me.” And with that, she pulled you out of the building and to her empty place. “Where’re your parents?” You asked the moment you stepped into her house with her leading you to he bedroom. “They’re both at work. So it’s just you and me.”

Her room never changed. It looked the same, has the same aesthetic, and even smelled the same. Sitting on the edge of her bed, you watched as she pulled out a bowl and a lighter from the bottom drawer of her nightstand before laying on the bed with her stomach faced down next to you. Putting the slimmer end of the bowl between her lips, she carefully lighted the other end before inhaling a big breath of weed and releasing in with a long sigh. “Want some?” Kia looked at you expectantly when she handed you the bowl but you politely refused, “No thank you.” to which she replied with, “More for me then.”

The two of you shared a conversation for about less than half an hour until a curious question from her catches you off-guard. “What’s going on between you and Haechan?” You could sense your eyes going a tad bit wider than before but you tried to hide your shock. “What do you mean? There’s nothing going on between us.” Lies. Plain lies. You were hoping that Kia doesn’t find out. She’s gonna tell the whole world. “I see the way you look at him. You love him.” She took another inhale from the bowl. “What? That’s absurd. I love Jeno, stupid.” Lightly pushing her shoulder, Kia kept a suspicious expression plastered onto her face. “I know, I know. But there’s nothing wrong with loving two men at the same time, right? You don’t get to choose who you love.”

“Okay, I think you’ve had too much weed.”

“You can tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“About you and Haechan, obviously!”

You sighed for the nth time that day. This girl is really going to be the death of you one day. “There’s nothing going on between us, I’ve told you that.” Your annoyed eyes met hers before she continued. “But I don’t believe you.” Groaning, you fell on your back against the bed and covered your face with both of your hands. “Then don’t believe me all you want. I don’t give a fuck.” you said. “Okay, Sarah Hyland.” You heard the sound of the bowl being place back into the bottom drawer before you felt the unoccupied space on the mattress next to you sink and Kia was seen laying next to you with her arms behind her head. “So then… You’re not super duper madly in love with Haechan?” she teased.

“Kia!”

“Jeno, I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry about the other day.” You fiddled with your fingers as you sat cross-legged on Jeno’s bed. Coming over to his place has always been a thing between you two. You enjoy staying at his because his parents like you, the house is quiet, and because Haechan’s there. But you never really get to see him though. You’re always too busy with Jeno and whenever you do get the time to check on him, he won’t leave his room. “Hey, it’s okay,” Both his hands reached out to cup yours before bringing them to his lips and kissing them tenderly. “I’m not mad at you.” You could sense the honesty in his calm voice but you couldn’t help but feel even more guilty at the statement. “I— I shouldn’t have said that. It was wrong that I raised my voice at you but I swear that I didn’t mean it—”

Jeno’s grip on your hands tightened before he was staring into your brown orbs deeply. “Y/n. It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” He repeated. Smiling, you leaned closer towards him before placing a small peck onto his left cheek. You watched as his cheeks heat up and his eyes widening by a fraction. “I was not expecting that.” There was a small chuckle followed shortly after and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. Laying on your back, you pulled him from his seating position to lay beside you and gave him the warmest hug anyone could ever ask for. It wasn’t a shocker when he returned it just as warm. Shutting your eyes, you unconsciously melded yourself into his body and is now breathing softly against his neck. “That tickles.” Jeno muttered under his breath with an airy laugh.

“It does?” Blowing more air teasing onto his fair skin, Jeno let out a deep laugh at that as he struggles to pull away from your grip. “Babe!” You swore you heard a giggle leave his throat but that was the least of your concerns at the moment as you stared at his lips when he finally managed to pull away from you. You saw the way he slowly leaned towards you for a kiss and with you having the same thoughts, you instantly pressed your lips against him, almost too aggressively. But the two of you were slowly getting used to the aggression and now you’re both hungrily sucking away at each other’s faces. Usually aggression only appears with Haechan. So you’re a bit surprised when he responded your aggression with even more aggression. Woah, that’s a lot of aggression.

Maybe it was that that made you this way. Maybe you just needed a mixture of both to satisfy you. Maybe you’re just greedy. Jeno’s hand reached over to the back of your head before he was pushing you deeper into his lips. Smirking into the kiss, your lips discreetly trailed down to his jaw and began leaving wet kisses along his jawline. Occasionally sucking on the tender skin. Skipping his neck, you immediately made way to his clothed chest before stopping on left nipple and looking up at him with big puppy eyes. “Y/n.” It was a warning from Jeno. He doesn’t usually let you do anything to his nipples. It’s not that he doesn’t like it. It just makes him look vulnerable. And he doesn’t like that.

“Please.” You kissed his chest softly to make him say yes. You could see him pondering in his head and by the looks of it, you knew you got him. “Fine. But this is going to be the last time.” You both know that’s bullshit but for the time being, let’s not talk about that. Smiling sweetly at him, you raised your lips until it was sitting directly above his left nipple. You licked your lips before darting your tongue to his clothed nipple and giving it kitten licks. You could feel Jeno getting tense at the feeling so you couldn’t help but give a small smile. Attaching your lips to it, you gently sucked on the bud with your tongue licking it softly. “Fuck…” Jeno’s hand reached behind your head before pushing you closer to his chest as strings of curses left his parted lips.

Placing a palm to his exposed left thigh, you rubbed it up and down before your hand made its way higher up his thigh and into the space of his shorts. The closer your hand reached his sex, the harder he began tugging on your hair. “Y/n—” You could sense that he was trying to sound stern but it was a foul attempt. You lightly bit the perked nipple between your lips which caused a loud hiss to break out of your boyfriend. Finally, your hand was placed on top of his throbbing cock and was only separated by the thin material of his boxers. Playing with the elastic band, you heard Jeno mutter something above you that sounded like, “Don’t you dare.” but it was too incoherent for you to make out anything from it.

Lifting the band by a fraction, you inserted your hand into his confines before beginning to draw circles on his dripping tip. “Fucking hell, Y/n…” The sting when Jeno harshly tilted your head away from his chest didn’t last that long when his lips was all over your neck. Licking and sucking everywhere. Almost immediately, you started to stroke his cock at a fast pace, earning a few loud groans from the man opposite you. Suddenly as if time has stopped, he detached his lips from your neck and held your arm that was down his pants firmly and looked into your eyes deeply. “I wanna fuck you.” You were surprised to say the least. Of course, you wanted to fuck him too but you were still sore from the session you had with Haechan earlier. Though, you couldn’t tell him that.

“But I want to make you feel good…” You traced doodles on his soft hands. “Please, Y/n?” The look on your face was unreadable but it sure wasn’t an agreement. “J-Just the tip! I swear!” Jeno had his eyes so wide and hands cupping yours tightly that you couldn’t help but give in. “Fine… Just the tip?” You asked for confirmation and he nodded at the question. Sliding your shorts and panties down, Jeno instantly took his off and gave you an open-mouthed kiss as he slowly slid his hard cock inside you, stopping when it reached just below his tip. Your forehead fell onto his shoulder when you clenched yourself around him hardly. “Ah—! Don’t do that!” Jeno whisper shouted, only receiving an innocent giggle from you as a response.

“Sorry… Does it hurt?” Again, you tightened around him which earned yourself a tight grip around your hips. “Fuck yeah it does.” Smiling to yourself, you leaned in closer for a kiss to which he responded instinctively. Minutes passed with the both of you doing just that when the door suddenly flew open with a surprised Haechan by the door. Jeno lifted his head by an inch to peek at the unwanted presence by his doorframe before his eyes turned wide at the sight. “Haechan—” He wasn’t given the chance to finish his sentence when the other boy was already shutting the door close. Not forgetting to add a small, “I’ll come back later.” before leaving. You didn’t bother turning around to face him knowing damn well the look he’d give you would’ve been nothing less than a grimace.

The sudden intrusion caused you to pull back from Jeno with an annoyed expression. You can’t pretend like nothing happened and go back to whatever you were doing before when the guy you’re having an affair with just walked through the door. “Hey, you okay?” You hated the sound of that. The sound of Jeno being worried because of something you’re supposed to be guilty for. You hated how he always tried to make you feel comfortable. You hated it more than anything. “I’m gonna go grab a glass of water.” Reclothing yourself, you were about to twist the knob of the door when Jeno’s voice interrupted your actions, “Want me to come with?” which you replied with a simple, “No need.”.

You knew Jeno’s house like the back of your hand. Countless times you’ve been here which makes you sometimes realise that you spend more time here than in your own. Making your way towards the kitchen, you caught sight of a male figure leaning against the kitchen counter with his back facing you. It was terribly obvious that the figure is someone you know fairly well. Someone you’ve came to despise. Though, was it really hatred though? That, you are yet find out. Right now, as you’re walking towards the kitchen, you could feel your heart rate increase immensely. But you’re good at hiding it.

Reaching a hand to the glasses on display, you poured yourself some warm water before leaning against the kitchen counter next to Haechan, who also has a glass of water in his hand. “It’s late, y’know.” You told him with a sip of your water. “Thanks for letting me know, I definitely did not know that.” Said Haechan sarcastically which earned an eye roll from you. You didn’t know why, but there was this sudden urge to apologise. The thought of apologising to Haechan had never crossed your mind but tonight was different. “I um… I’m sorry.” Your gaze drifted to your feet unconsciously. “For what?” His voice was so unfamiliarly soft that you’d almost not recognise him.

“You know what for.” Another sip. There was a small chuckle coming from the boy next to you but you pretended not to hear it. “You shouldn’t be. He’s your boyfriend.” He assured. You twisted your head to look at him for a short while before you were back to staring at the cabinets in front of you. “I know. But you’re making me feel l—” Cutting you off, you heard a slam of an empty glass against the counter before Haechan was staring at you deeply. “We’re not having this conversation,” He paused mid-sentence as he turned around to walk away, leaving you with a stern, “Ever.” before he was out of sight.

Making out with someone that isn’t your boyfriend in public at a frat party really isn’t very ideal. Eyes are watching you everywhere and mouths were starting to talk. The music was loud, it really was. But the whispers around you were louder. You’ve got everyone talking about how you’re this little cheating bitch and honestly, you couldn’t care less. All you knew was that you had your arms wrapped around Haechan’s neck and his were on your waist. I know you’re probably thinking, ‘oh what happened at jeno’s place? is hyuck still mad at reader?’ Well, the answer to that is yes. Haechan is still mad at you but what happened in between is not for you to find out. At least, not right now. Maybe sometime in the future.

When the talking about you began to grow dramatically louder, you can’t help but wonder: where the hell is Jeno? It’s not like you wanted him to see you. Truthfully, you really didn’t. A hundred percent. You hated even the thought of it. You loved Jeno and you didn’t want to lose him. All of that thinking suddenly got you tired and you were slowly pulling yourself away from the kiss. Haechan probably noticed this when his lips began trailing to your exposed neck. A sigh could be heard from you but the loud music probably drowned it all. It was an unconscious movement but your eyes suddenly parted and started to look around lazily.

Until you spotted him.

The expression on your face changed drastically as you made eye contact with Jeno who was standing a few feet away from you. You pushed Haechan’s body away from you immediately which earned you a confused gaze from the boy. Giving him an anxious glance, your gaze switched back to Jeno just to see him making his way out the door with a red solo cup in hand. Instinctively, you pushed passed the wave of people hurriedly as you watched Jeno leave through the front door, abandoning the cup on one of the tables by the door. It took you no less than five minutes to finally reach him as you panted softly from the immense searching you just went through.

“Jeno.” Your voice came out hushed and you could almost spot a tremble in it. “Hm?” He turned around to face you with a small smile carved on his pale face. “I’m sorry. I-I know I say that a lot, but this time I really, really, really mean i—” Jeno had a puzzled looked plastered on his face as if he didn’t just see his brother sucking on your neck barely ten minutes ago. “Huh? What are you sorry for? What did you do?” Jeno reached a hand over to yours before caressing it with his thumb softly. You were baffled to say the least. Had he not seen you earlier? Was it just your imagination? Either way, you have decided that you were going to tell him tonight. And there’s no backing out.

“W-What do you mean?” You searched his eyes for answers but there were none. He was too good at hiding them. “You did nothing wrong. Why are you apologising?” Jeno took a few small steps toward you before stopping right in front of you with a soft gaze. “I— Haechan— I-I was— I have been—” You knew what you wanted to say but the words were refusing to leave your mouth as your eyebrows furrowed. Sighing discontentedly, you finally mutter the words, “I have been sleeping with your brother.” and the look on Jeno’s face was something that you’d never want to see again. “I—… It wasn’t an accident? O-Or like a one time thing?” He kept his voice low and you figured that he did saw you earlier but pretend not to because he thought it was accident.

The silence that engulfed you had him backing away from you slightly as his hands released their grip on yours. “Look, Y/n. I-I don’t want this to be the end of us. I love you. A lot. And if you’re having an affair with my brother, please… Please just don’t let me find out. I really really don’t wanna lose you.” The last few words that left Jeno’s mouth has your breath hitching as guiltiness began to fill you. From your churning insides to the thick of your bones and to your burning skin. He really loved you. He really did. But can you return the love he’s giving you? People always say actions speak louder than words and you believed it. So you knew there was no point in saying ‘I love you’ anymore if you didn’t mean it. Don’t get me wrong, you do love him. But the things you did while loving him doesn’t translate to that.

You often think about it. Ending things with him and each time, it just gets harder. But right now, as you stared into his deep brown orbs searching for any signs of hatred or disgust, you knew you couldn’t hurt him. And in order to not hurt him any further, you thought about doing it. Finally muttering the words you knew would break him, but at least he won’t break forever. So maybe, just maybe…

You’re letting him go.

that was very anticlimactic but we’re gonna shut up about it okay

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If I lose my mind | Ch. 5

Series summary: When you're buried under a mountain of problems and can’t seem to catch a break, it might feel like you need a complete reset. But did it really have to come with a one-way ticket to a new dimension? Surely, a little problem-solving would’ve done the trick. Or, one day you go to sleep as a normal person and the next you wake up as a Formula One driver. You've never been a fan but isn't it like, one of the most exclusive sports? Pairing: CL16, LH44, CS55, DR3 x fem!reader Chapter: Previous | Next Word Count: 3k Also on AO3

Reading your own Wikipedia page is quite a strange experience. Paragraph after paragraph of your life written on the internet for everybody to see, from the day you were born all the way to this very moment.

You do not know if the fact that none of it is true is for better or worse.

Some parts are accurate, information about your hometown, date of birth, relatives' names and... that’s about it really. According to this biography, not only have you been the runner-up for a Formula 3 championship, but you are also a Formula 2 champion, which is good you guess, for someone that did not even know those kinds of competitions existed. As of two hours ago, Formula One was the only championship with those kinds of cars you had ever heard about, but there are so many. Too many actually. In a section of your page named ‘junior racing career’ —which is in itself a crazy sentence to read—, it even says something about karting’s championships and an academy thing, concepts you are not sure if you want to understand.

Oh, and the most important part, you are a Formula 1 driver, a statement endlessly repeated throughout the text. They even claim this to be your second year on the motorsport, ‘not a rookie anymore’ they say, as if yesterday’s race was not the first one you have ever watched from start to finish.

Still, if being pushed into a Formula One car and a whole Wikipedia page was not enough of a confirmation, you can find a million articles online that certify your participation in the sport. Webs filled with photos of you with the cars, dressed in full gear and with that stupid blue helmet, the situation getting worse and worse with every tap of your finger.

How is any of this possible?

The rabbit hole that seems to be your ‘life’ keeps you awake night after night, new information slapping you in the face every two minutes while you try to navigate what appears to be a Formula One driver’s normal schedule. Nick makes sure of that last part at least.

The first step on that agenda had been to fly out of Austria, a place you cannot comprehend how you had arrived to when you were in Spain just yesterday. It is not like you were having the best time of your life there, finishing the third month of your external internship in a city you thought was already too far away from home, but this change looks a bit excessive. The possibility of being in a completely different country had seemed so absurd at first, when a list called Austrian GP came up as one of the top results in your research, and yet with a simple look to the navigation app, your worst nightmare had been confirmed. From your trip to the airport, to the arrival to another country, France, and to a new hotel, Nick walking you through every step of the process and only leaving you alone once you are back in the hotel room.

The next few days follow a similar dynamic, mornings spent trailing behind Nick without a clue of what happens around you and long nights glued to the phone, the date for the next GP —or whatever they call it— getting closer and closer.

You are not ready to repeat last Sunday’s events, an engine failure had saved you from the inevitable end, but you might not be so lucky next time. There is no way you are stepping into that car again, that is for sure, and even less so when you have not figured out what brought you here in the first place.

Although you had drowned yourself in information about your supposed life the first nights in France, the need to discover what was happening to you had quickly managed to overpower that curiosity. From the moment Nick knocks on your door early on the morning to the hours you lay awake on bed looking for anything that could explain this madness, you spend every second of the day looking for an explanation.

A kidnapping had been the most credible theory from day one, the way you had woken up to all those screams and the men surrounding you, how Nick had come into your hotel room that morning and pushed you to drive with no regard for your safety. It made sense. However, the articles posted all over the internet told a very different story. There is too much information about you, some posts even dating back to when you were a child, photos and videos that cannot be simply edited and uploaded to make you believe you have gone crazy. You have driven a Formula One car on an official race, for crying out loud, that is not something anybody can orchestrate.

To be honest, the whole Formula One thing had knocked down quite a few of your guesses. What could someone gain from making you, a nobody, believe they are a motorsport driver?

In fact, the only theory that could easily explain everything that had happened to you in the past few days is that: none of this is real. A dream. You can vividly remember dozing off on your bed, that sensation of falling down and then suddenly waking up in that unfamiliar place. It could be the reason why you had blacked out when the car exited the garage, why everyone knew you, and could also explain the existence of all those false stories on the internet.

You had made all of this up.

That had indeed been one of your first assumptions, or at least had been an easy way for your mind to let go of all the worries in such an unnerving situation. If this was not real, there was nothing to stress about, no danger in sight. Your alarm will go off any moment now and you will be one day closer to ending this internship and going back home. Tomorrow will be a new day.

Despite this, as time goes by, it becomes harder and harder to hold onto this happy thought.

Stepping foot into the new track is a breaking point. It is Friday, five days have gone by and nothing has changed, the countdown to the next race weighting down on your mind as you walk through what Nick had called the paddock. It is that strange street again, the one lined by those colorful buildings but in a completely different country —another clue that this was indeed not real, you were clearly lacking imagination to be recycling sceneries like this.

They had brough you here yesterday as well, for a tour around the track that had set your nerves alight. Thankfully, you had done nothing but wander around the circuit for a while, be surrounded by a couple cameras, have a meeting with the engineers and go back to the hotel for another sleepless night.

Maybe you should sleep more —which sounds quite contradictory when you are supposedly already dreaming— because, when the events of last Sunday start repeating themselves, you do not even have the strength to push back. Nick manages once again to lure you into the white building and prepare you for what he calls practice, but the reality is that just the sight of that Formula One car on the garage makes you heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

“Don’t worry about times,” a man who has been following you all day says “Let’s see if everything feels good first and we’ll talk things over for FP2”.

A lot of changes had been made to the car since Austria, that is what all the meetings had been about. You had silently sat down through all of them, nodding along to the engineers’ words as if you understood any of it.

Now that you are seated in the car, blue helmet and jumpsuit on, you can only wish that whatever broke the car in Austria has not been fixed. That the engine won’t even start, and you will have to retire again. It is hard enough to listen to the rest of the cars exiting their own garages, their engines revving like they might explode.

How they have managed to put you on the spot yet again, that you do not understand. And it is not only a one-time thing, but they easily make you jump in the car later the day for a second practice.

When you are finally helped out of the car the second time, body uncontrollably trembling and a static sound filling your ears, you feel an unusual sense of calmness. The whole ride had felt like such a clear sign that none of this is real, it can’t be. Both practices had gone by in the blink of an eye, just like it had happened in Austria, a fade to black and you are back where you started. You do not even remember seeing other cars on the road or how you got back to the garage. Nothing. The only proof that you had driven around for hours being the fatigue consuming your body, something that backs the dreaming theory up so perfectly.

They say you have done great though, so that is something.

Nevertheless, it feels nice to be back on normal clothes, like there is less of a target on your back for the cameras and other strangers, but it is still difficult to keep a low profile when you are walking through the paddock with the team’s merchandising. Nick is guiding you out to the last meeting of the day, after you have fulfilled all the media duties and team reunions that have kept you on the track since your arrival this morning. He says this driver’s briefing thing should not last long, that it is quite late already, and they are probably thinking more about going back home than anything.

The meeting is on another building, one you had not even noticed in your two days here, Nick leading you inside and up some stairs until you find the meeting room. When he opens the door, you realize there is already people seated inside, the sound of their mixed talks now filling the long corridor. You recognize some of them, not from the team meetings but from Austria, other drivers.

The room is furnished as a classroom, a projector on the right wall and the rest of the space filled with rows of chairs. There are not many people in it yet, Nick had said it would be better to get there early before people start crowding the entrance and now you understood why. Your gaze instantly zeroes in on Lewis, a tiny smile pulling at your lips while Nick guides you to some seats, deciding to leave your things with him and go say hello. You have not seen him since Austria, after you had spent the entire pre-race ceremony talking to him, and now that you have kind of ruled out the possibility that he is a kidnapper, you have realized that maybe he was just being nice.

Yet, before you can take more than two steps away from Nick, you feel someone pulling at your hand. You come to a sudden stop, looking back to see a man seated in the row in front of you and Nick’s seat regarding you with a huge grin on his lips. He has dark hair and big brown eyes that seem to be staring into your soul.

“Oh c’mon, you’re not even going to say hello because I didn’t get you cookies last week?” the man chuckles, tilting his head as he looks up at you like he cannot believe what you were about to do “Isn’t that too much?”

Even though his tone is light and jokey, you cannot help but frown at him. Why would you greet him when you don’t know him in the first place? And why is he holding your hand?

Instead of letting go when you stand there in silence, too stunned to react to his words, he decides to pull you down into the seat next to his “Didn’t Charles get you some? You are being greedy at this point” he jokes once you are seated, not a word leaving your lips.

Oh, Charles, you remember him from Austria as well. Actually, he was wearing the same exact red shirt as this man, a detail that the abrupt start of the conversation had left you blind to. The Ferrari logo in both his chest and cap are even more of a telltale of who he must be. Charles’ teammate.

“They were nice...” you respond, crossing your legs and relaxing back on the chair now that you have gathered your bearings. It is true, you had been munching on those cookies throughout the race after your disqualification, Nick bringing them over to you as a treat to distract you.

The man shakes his head in disbelief, smile widening as he assures you “I'll get you a full basket next time, don’t worry”

The promise genuinely makes you smile, he seems nice.

“How’s the car doing?” the man queries, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks around

You can almost feel the media training kicking in, pre-made phrases hanging off the tip of your tongue, they have been putting a microphone in your face and asking you about it all morning. Nonetheless, you manage to push it all down, it finally feels like you are having a normal conversation after this stressful week, you are not about to parrot the engineers' words for the millionth time “Well, it hasn’t caught fire yet...”

The man seems to like that answer, letting out a giggle and a “That’s an improvement” while he nods in understanding. There is a moment of silence that follows, his eyes set on your face as if he was waiting for something that does not come. Is he expecting a more in-depth response or something? Yet, before you can decide on what to do, he finally wills himself to say what he has been thinking ever since you entered the room “So... are you feeling better?”

The question catches you off guard at first, the conversation taking a more serious turn than you had expected —or wanted. Should you say you are great, just to shut down the topic entirely? The room is filling up with people by the second and it is not like you are about to open your heart to a total stranger. Or are you supposed to give the same response Nick had made you repeat over and over again in front of the journalists? ‘I’m perfectly fine now, it was pure exhaustion’.

“I’m-” you start saying, mind not really having decided on what lie to tell, when someone pats your head.

You rise your head to look behind you, both to see who it is and to get away from their touch —what is with this people taking such liberties?—, the man by your side doing the same. Standing tall behind your row of chairs is none other than the man you have spent day and nights thinking about: Daniel.

“Ready for the two hours briefing?” he sighs with a raised eyebrow, his hand traveling down to your shoulder when you turn your body around to talk to him. This is the first time you have seen the man out of that bright orange jumpsuit, now sporting a shirt of the same color instead, logos drawn all over it. He is still wearing that matching cap though.

“So dramatic...” the man seated by your side snickers, the previous chat seemingly forgotten “We should do a twenty-four-hour briefing just for you”

“Mate,” Daniel says with a half-smile, pointing at you with a tilt of his head “she wasn’t here last year”

That must mean something you do not understand because it is all the man in red needs to groan out loud, his face falling in defeat at the prospect of having to sit through such a long meeting. On the other hand, you can only sit there with your eyebrows furrowed, Nick had assured you would be out of here in no time. And of course you were not here last year, or ever, you have not- but your inner monologue gets suddenly interrupted by the one phrase you have been telling yourself all day: none of this is real, you’re dreaming.

“What? No, she was driving here last year” another voice joins the conversation, his statement sharp and direct. You lean your body forward to see who it is, he has taken a seat on the other side of the man in red and his body is blocking the stranger’s face, eyes widening when you recognize him. Charles.

“It was still Mazepin in France, he almost crashed into Kimi remember?” Daniel corrects him with a side grin “She started after the break in... was it Silverstone?”

Daniel looks at you for confirmation on this one, the other two men also lowering their gaze to yours, waiting. You are so overwhelmed though, it feels so strange, the fact that they are talking so categorically about things that have not ever happened. What is Mazepin? Kimi? And Silverstone? What break? The pressure of the situation getting to you in the worst possible moment.

So you end up doing what you do best, nod along to whatever the other person says even though you do not understand anything. That is what you have done to the engineers, to the media, to Nick and now to these three men before the start of a briefing that you won’t understand a word of either.

Afterall, none of this matter, this is only a dream, right?

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