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━━ ✶✶˖° 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 | 𝗡𝟰𝗦.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ━ 2019 to 2023!f1 grid x driver!female oc

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ━ in a club max, lando and carlos make a plan to discover if the ferrari drivers are in a relationship, how? making charles jealous!

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 ━ 2019, 24 march

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ━ barcelona, spain

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ━ they are in a club so alcohol consumption jealous!charles, the boys being the little shits they are, fingering (wait what?!) lewis kinda flirting with bella?

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ━ I been MIA I know, sorry for that but here it is!!and things are starting to get heatedddd

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ━ @namgification @louvrepool @d3kstar @omgsuperstarg @whoselly @yl90 @wcnorris

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𝗴𝗾𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻

♡ liked by 𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮_𝘁𝟵, 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗹𝘆 and 𝟴𝟲.𝟬𝟲𝟴 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗴𝗾𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 After revolutionizing not only the motorsport world but also our hearts, Arabella Torres is crowned with the title of the new "it girl" of Europe.

"I've spent this last month hating my body and I'm tired of pretending that everything is fine" The Formula One driver opens up to us showing us her most vulnerable side about hate on social media and several other topics in the interview for the 200th issue of our magazine, now available on 💥 our link💥

Text: 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗿

Interview: 𝘁𝗼𝗺_𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁_𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

Photograph: 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸_𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱_𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗼

Styling: 𝗺𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗷𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘄𝗼𝗱𝘂

𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮_𝘁𝟵 have been tagged

𝗴𝗾𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀 🏎️🏎️🏎️

⤷ 𝗴𝗾𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 😍

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟭 Wait, I’m running to get it

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟮 I wasn’t a big fan of her but since I saw the live I love her

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟯 the same happened to me

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟰 Sorry for my ignorance, but what happened? I just got into the fandom.

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟯 Last month she was sexualized a lot on twitter because some youtubers uploaded a video and mentioned sexual things about her body, she went viral and began to have even more hate than she already had and made a live saying that she was going to leave social media for a while and then talked about how bad she felt, how it was a shame for her family and how it was “staining” her career. She basically talked about how bad it is to sexualize and also took out things like sexism and things like that (+)

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟯 (+) Then she left social media and we only saw her in the Shanghai and Azerbaijan gps and during these four weeks a lot of celebrities have talked about her and she has gone viral and now she is like the “it girl”.

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟱 ooooh, thanks for the explanation 💖

𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗿𝗶 That’s our girl!! 😌

𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮_𝘁𝟵 muchas gracias por darme esta oportunidad! 🤍thank you very much for giving me this opportunity!

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟲 aww she is so cute, why do people hate her?

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟳 Unfortunately there are many people throwing hate at her even though she is a great person

⤷ 𝗴𝗾𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 Te queremos, Arabella! 🥰 We love you!

𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗼 ARABELLA TOOOOOOOORRESSSSSSSSS

𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮_𝘁𝟵 and 𝟭𝟮𝟳 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 liked this comment

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟴 my ship 🥺

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟵 What they've done to her is horrible, now she hates her body when she's beautiful

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟭𝟬 I would kill for having a body like hers

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟭𝟭 that’s how society works 🙂

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟭𝟮 she is probably going to get even more hate after this

"IT would be awesome if your first victory was in Spain" Oliver's smile was focused by the camera. His mother snapped her tongue looking at him with reprimand.

"Oli, son, don't swear on the table, please" The boy looked at his mother and gave her his most charming smile.

"Yes, mommy" The woman rolled her eyes and threw her napkin in his face so he complained while her husband laughed.

Arabella smiled watching the familiar scene unfolding in front of her. The truth was that she had missed it, after so many months away from them and seeing each other only by casual video calls, it was nice to be all together even if the whole family was not yet there because her parents had traveled to Barcelona, where her next race was going to be, with her brother the previous week to celebrate the birthday of the youngest of the Torres family and now a week later her grandparents, her uncles, aunts and her cousins were still to arrive so that everyone could attend the race on Sunday because they wanted to support Arabella in their native country. But this was nice, she had missed hearing her brother's nonsense, her mother acting like a mother and talking about cars with her father. She missed a normal life that she had never had.

"By the way" Her father caught her attention, turned her gaze to him drinking from her glass full of sangria. She saw out of the corner of her eye how she pointed to the team of Netflix’s cameras that surrounded them in the garden of the house they had rented during their stay in Barcelona “Do we have to speak in English or...?”.

Marisa, her mother, let out an disgusted moan “Oh, with how much I struggle with English”.

The green-eyed boy laughed as he nibbled at the chicken wing that his fingers were holding “I still don't understand how you don't know English, mom. Your children are literally international athletes, you should know English”.

"I know English" The eyes of the same color as that of her two children opened in the direction of the teenager before she began to speak in English with a very strong Spanish accent "How are you? I'm fine, thank you!” She smiled with self-centeredness, pointed to herself “See? what your mother doesn't know how to do...”

“Jeez" The girl murmured, sticking her lips to the glass again while her brother burst into laughter, almost chocking with the wing.

The one wearing the glasses looked at his wife with a small smile, obviously trying to hid the laughter that was about to come out, and winked at her “Of course, honey! you are good at everything”.

Her brother's smile increased when their mother smiled sending a kiss to their father, clearly not grasping the intention of his words. Arabella shook her head but still a smile had made room in her full lips, she left the glass on the table and lay down on her chair after making a sandwich with the chorizos that her father had cooked on the barbecue.

"It's for the Netflix’s Formula One docuseries" She spoke with her mouth full, making her mother look at her badly but she didn't see her because she was looking at her father. She shrugged her shoulders turning her gaze to the sandwich before giving it another bite “They wanted to see what my private life is like and we speaks in Spanish so no. Speak in Spanish, period”.

"But your private life so fucking boring" She looked at her brother badly while her teeth crushed the food in her mouth, he stuck out his tongue at her.

"Oh, really? Okay, okay, I don't invite you to the party tonight then” She smiled evilly at what the moto driver let out a gasp bringing his hand to his chest.

"So rude, sister" He shook his head "So rude”.

A pleasant silence covered the table after her brother's words. Manuel, her father, shared smiles with his wife while they watched their children eat. They had also missed the family moments and were grateful to be together, especially after what their daughter had gone through thanks to the internet.

"Then will you go out tonight?" The man cleared his throat, turning his gaze to his firstborn, who nodded.

"It's been the boys' idea" She rolled her eyes “They've just arrived and they already want to party”.

"Don't you have the classification tomorrow?" She nodded to her brother's question and grimaced when she felt their mother's gaze on her.

"Arabella Torres González, don't even think about drinking tonight." She raised her finger and pointed at her accusively. The girl nodded while father and son looked at each other knowing that she was indeed going to drink. The blonde turned her gaze to her plate when she began to cut a piece of bacon “If you drink, don't drive”.

"I wasn't going to go drunk to practice, but well" She murmured, giving the last bite to the bread. She wiped his lips with the napkin that was next to her plate.

The only brown eyed let out a breath of air when the cold Coca Cola passed through his throat and smiled “Well, I think it's great that you go out, honey. Especially after everything that has happened”.

She nodded, offering a smile to her father before looking down at her plate, a common reaction she had to the mention of the twitter situation.

"Do you think you're going to win?" She heard her brother ask and although she thanked him mentally because she knew that he had changed the subject to entertain her, she couldn't help to, without knowing why, tense.

Being honest, she knew why: everyone's eyes would be on her, not only because it was going to be the first time she was going to race in her country since she in formula one, but because of the same issue she was trying to avoid. She had disappeared since what happened, the only time the media could see her was in the Azerbaijan race and they didn't even see her too much because she refrained from doing interviews or any kind of media in addition to the fact that she had moved away from social media even closing her twitter account temporarily after announcing on Instagram live that she was tired of the comments towards her body.

She had managed to hide well from the paparazzi and that had made people talk about, the whole gossip magazines was talking about her and not only them because even in the sports they had mentioned her situation which had caught the attention of many celebrities, especially women, who defended her from the internet trolls and praised her for continuing with her sportiness above all. Her popularity had risen like foam and the contracts and offers of all kinds of brands had not taken long to reach her manager's email. The first offer they had accepted had been to be the cover of the May issue of GQ Magazine where she had taken the opportunity to talk about how the online comments about her body had affected her, which was something quite healing for her, being able to talk loudly about it because she had been keeping it to herself.

Before she didn’t give too much importance to her body, focused since she was a child on cars and nothing else had not gone through that stage in which insecurities about her physique tormented her but that controversy had provoked it. She had suffered a mini crisis in which she was never very hungry, she spent hours looking at her reflection in the mirror thinking that it was what was wrong with her, her wardrobe had changed to a more comfortable and wide one that did not reveal more than the minimum of skin and the salt of her tears was the only thing that fed her.

She wasn't proud of herself, far from it, but what could you wait for? She was just an eighteen-year-old girl receiving hatred everywhere, although none of those people had a face to look at when she read those insults Arabella could not prevent them from affecting her. And although she was much better now, after talking to Sebastian –who was on a plane on his way to Spain, because unfortunately he hadn’t been able to attend Azerbaijan– as if he were her personal psychologist and spending time with her family, she could not help but tense every time something reminded her of the small trauma she had experienced.

She closed her eyes inhaling and exhaling "I have a good feeling but I don't want to jinx it”.

Her mother's hand curled up on hers, looked up to see her and immediately felt a warmth and security invade her body causing her to relax her tense shoulders. Marisa González smiled sweetly at her daughter "No matter what happens, we will be proud of you, cariño. Okay?”.

She bit her lower lip feeling her eyes begin to sting, she nodded "Okay" Her voice came out more raspy than usual, causing the woman to get up from her seat and approach her daughter to hug her.

"THIS is so awkward" A somewhat drunk Lando looked worriedly at his teammate while he rolled his eyes denying. He pushed his arm when he saw him “Carlos! What do we do? I can't keep this secret that is eating me alive”.

"It's not a secret because we don't know if it's true" He leaned over to take his glass from the small table in front of the sofa on which they were both sitting and drank from it.

He was going to need alcohol to survive the night.

He opened his eyes in an exaggerated and paranoid way “What do you mean, Carlos? Look at them, they look like cats in heat!” He extended both arms towards the dance floor where they could see Arabella dancing with Daniel and Pierre while Charles was next to George at the bar, neither of the two pending the presence of the other to the very opposite of what number 4 had said.

A "Mmh" sounded on the other side and they both quickly turned their heads to see the Dutchman sitting on the other sofa. The McLaren's idiots opened their eyes with surprise when they remembered that the Red Bull driver was with them.

"So, do you think Arabella and Charles are together?" He raised one of his eyebrows, curious because he swore to have seen things among the members of the red team but he had not yet mentioned his suspicions to anyone.

"Don't tell anyone, but yes”.

"It's not that we believe it, it's that we know it" The British raised his index finger to emphasize his words.

"Oh, really? How?” Max moved in his seat, approaching them to try to get information from them because he had decided not to drink that night so he was bored as he watched his friends and co-workers approach the ethyl coma.

The curly-haired one approached him too, looking over his shoulder to prevent unwanted ears from hearing their conversation “Have you seen how they look at each other? Or at least how Charles looks at her? She is more discreet but he is not and clearly that look is not from friends”.

"Mmm" The 33 rubbed his chin before a mischievous smile crept into his lips "Maybe we can make them confess”.

"Ohhhhh" Lando laughed while Carlos pursed his lips.

"I don't know, guys" He denied taking another sip from his glass "We shouldn't get in, I also think they're angry at each other”.

"Yes” Verstappen’s blue eyes moved to the spaniard "I've noticed it too, they're acting weird. They don't talk much”.

Norris let out a moan of protest while patting his thigh “Now that we have something to entertain ourselves, they go and break up”.

"Shut up, shut up!" The eldest of the three exclaimed between his teeth when he saw Pierre and Arabella approaching the VIP zone, the reflections of the lights colliding against the brightness of the girl's skirt almost blinded him "They're coming, they're coming”.

Pierre let go of the girl's hand and dropped with a sigh on the sofa next to Max, who looked at him raising both eyebrows making the Frenchman smile at him unwillingly “God, i’m dead”.

"But we barely have danced, P” The girl who was still standing laughed, Carlos moved making room for her but she denied leaning a hand on his shoulder. She made puppy eyes “Carlitos, you coming to dance with me”.

He shook his head without looking at her because he knew he was going to give in if he kept looking at her “No, no, I'm okay here”.

"Oh, come on!" She complained before taking his hand and began to pull him but it was of little use. Releasing a blow, she sat next to him and took the cup, earning a complaint from him “You are the only one with whom I can sing the songs, this useless frenchie doesn’t know the lyrics”.

"Sorry for not knowing Spanish!" The other exclaimed as he raised both arms "I already know English and Italian and that is more than enough”.

"Hey, what about Daniel?" The Dutchman frowned when he realized that his former teammate was not in the group.

"He found a girl" The girl shrugged her shoulders accepting the glass of the other spaniard when he took a sip and then hand in it to her again.

Immediately everyone let out complaints in unison and she laughed because she knew why. They had decided to ignore the hotels and rent a house all together to be able to stay a couple more days in the country and, well, they were going to have to listen to the australian and his fling all night.

"Can I sleep with you today?" Carlos looked at her horrified because he was the one who had his room next to Ricciardo's, she denied what he opened his mouth in pain "Why not?"

"Because you don't want to dance with me" She was busy arguing with him so she didn't notice when Max collided his knee with Lando's to get his attention, once the boy looked at him he nodded to the girl opening his eyes.

"What?" He asked in a confused whisper to what Max rolled his eyes and Pierre approached them, curious about what was happening.

"Go dance with her so we can make Charles jealous”.

"Why is Charles going to get jealous because Bella dances with Lando?" Pierre looked at them strangely, he was not surprised about a jealous Charles because, obviously, he had also realized the feelings of his friends, what he didn’t understand was why was he going to feel jealous of the little boy of the McLaren team.

A demonic smile was planted on the full lips of the much acclaimed lion “You'll see”.

With his gaze he pointed to the duo that was approaching them and Gasly nodded impatiently to see how the Dutchman's plan unfolded.

"Bells" The voice of the curly haired one came out high and both the 10 and the 33 had to put their hands to their mouths to avoid laughing. The girl looked at him expectantly but smiling, he swallowed saliva feeling nervous suddenly “I can dance with you, if you want”.

She nodded before getting up and extending her hand towards him, who didn't take long to take her between his much larger one and let himself be guided by her to the dance floor. Along the way they met Charles and George, his blueish green eyes collided with the greens of the Monegasque who clearly did not look very happy at the image in front of him. He swallowed again, praying mentally that the elder would not end up beating him up. The girl in front of him kept pulling him, completely ignoring her teammate but not without giving a smile to her other British friend who responded by raising both thumbs.

Fuck he thought when the reggaeton song of which he didn't know how to pronounce its name changed to Reminder by The Weeknd. A wave of screams filled his ears when the first chords filled the nightclub, he watched as the sweaty bodies stuck even more when he heard the song and suddenly he felt that the shirt that decorated his torso was too small for him. He hooked his index finger on the neck to relieve the sensation a little but it didn't work too much.

His eyes went down to the girl in front of him, despite wearing heels she was still shorter than him so he could see the club above her head. He bit the inside of his cheek when they finally found a clear space on the track and turned around to look at him.

She analyzed him from top to bottom before showing him a nice smile "If you want we can go back, Lan. It's okay”.

He immediately denied “No, no, it's fine. Let's dance, that's what we've come for, right?”.

"Okay, but if you feel uncomfortable, tell me" She stood on her tippy toes to reach his ear because Abel Tesfaye's voice was too loud. The boy closed his eyes when he smelled her perfume “Okay?”.

She separated from him, enough so that they could look at each other's face but not so that their bodies would stop being against each other. He nodded speechlessly looking into her eyes and she smiled funny before taking her hands and placing them on her hips to which the boy opened his eyes wide making her throw her head after laughing.

"They are just hips, Lando!"

"Yeah, i know, but... don't blame me" He laughed too.

On the other side of the nightclub, their friends watched them as if they were the best show in the world while Charles felt that he was going about to throw up. He squeezed his grip on the glass that was in his hands without looking away from the young drivers, who now danced very close to each other. It should be him who was there moving his body next to hers, it should be him who had his hands on her hips, it should be him who had his arms around her neck. It should be him and not Lando.

"They would make a good couple" He heard Sainz speak, who was looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

"I thought that if she would date with one of us it would be Max" All the eyes, including Charles's, went to George, who had not realized that he had become the center of attention because he was very distracted on his mission to catch with his straw a gummie that was at the bottom of his glass.

The named one frowned “With me?”.

Pierre moved in his seat offended "Yes, what do you mean with Max?" Why not with me?”.

The Spaniard laughed scratching his leg over the fabric of his jeans “Don't you have a girlfriend?”.

"Shut up, Carlos. This is important” The Frenchman raised his hand trying to block the Spanish's face.

Russell's bulging eyes rose to look at his colleagues “I mean... I don't know, between Max and Bella there is like this strange tension but at the same time they get along well. I guess it will be because they are both so focused about beating Hamilton but I thought they would end up together”.

The green eyes of the number 16 traveled to his childhood rival, his desire to throw up became even stronger when he saw that he was struggling not to let out a smile. He knew that he had liked the British's words and although he couldn’t blame him because, to be honest, they were all young men and she was practically a goddess so he was not too surprised that he was not the only one interested in her.

"Mmmh" Pierre's lips furrowed in agreement. "Yeah, they wouldn't look bad together. It would be kind of enemies on the track to lovers off the track, it would make sense”.

Russell pointed it at him “Right?”.

"But she and Lando have already kissed" After Verstappen's words, everyone looked at him strangely.

Carlos let out a high-pitched squeal “It was you who interrupted them!”.

"Yes" He laughed nodding as he drank from his glass, he moved his gaze towards the boy sitting next to him.

"Well, Landito has a lot of advantage then" Carlos' honey eyes returned to the dance floor causing the others to imitate him. The youngest pair of the group were dancing as close as they could to each other, they were sure that not even a pen could fit between them, Arabella was with her back to him with her arms hanging from his neck while Lando hid her face in her neck and his hands kept a firm grip on the girl's waist.

"Do you think they will fuck tonight?" The dirty blond with a beard smiled like a kid, entertained by the reaction of his best friend but also happy that his friends got some kind of action.

"Looks like it”.

Before Max's words, he squeezed the glass so much that it exploded, attracting the attention of others and even of some people around them. He felt the cold liquid from his cup pierce the fabric of his pants when he released the last piece of glass that he was still holding in his hands. He waved his hand to get rid of the liquid and let Carlos take it to inspect that no crystal had been stuck in his skin.

"Fuck, Leclerc" The one with the raspy voice handed him napkins from the napkin holder that was on the low table in the center of the sofas.

He looked back at the dance floor ignoring how Carlos called a waitress or how Pierre and Max tried to clean the mess by throwing an unnecessary amount of napkins on the floor. Suddenly he was relieved when he saw the dark-haired British boy walking towards the table, with no trace of the brunette next to him.

"What happened?" Lando's disheveled eyebrows came together when he saw his friends trying to clean the floor and Charles soaked from top to bottom.

The monegasque had to look away from the boy when he noticed a mark of lipstick of the same color as the one Arabella wore on his cheek. He got up abruptly releasing a quick "I'm going to the bathroom" before leaving.

He walked through the club as if the devil himself was behind him, he ignored the screams of the people when the song changed and also the looks of the Spanish girls on him in addition to their whispers. Once he reached the hallway where the bathroom was, he let out a sigh, his knuckles had turned white from how hard he was squeezing his fists. He leaned against the wall taking advantage of the fact that the hallway was empty and sighed, bringing a hand to his hair.

Damn the day he met Arabella Torres. Since that day, everything that could have gone wrong was going wrong. He didn't blame her but the damn fate for playing with him that way.

He leaned his head on the wall, looking at the ceiling and thought that it wasn’t as he had expected the night to be. He had gone to the party hoping to be able to talk to her and fix their problems but no, she hadn’t even give a single look to him and that drove him crazy because since their fight and having left him lying in her driver’s room they hadn’t spoken, except for some video that the Ferrari stuff had forced them to record for the YouTube channel and little else. They hadn't even seen each other since the last race, they were supposed to have flown together from Azerbaijan to Barcelona but Arabella had run away to Madrid to celebrate her brother's birthday with her family so it had been almost two weeks since they had last seen each other.

For a moment he wondered what his life would have been like if maybe they were in different teams or if they were normal people and met at a party like this or maybe at college. Everything would have been very different and much easier.

He moved his head following the rhythm of the song without knowing that the lyrics said because it was in spanish and sighed when he heard the door of one of the bathrooms open, he looked down even without separating his head from the wall.

Oh, what a coincidence.

"What happened to your pants?" Arabella was in front of him, looking with a frown at the dark spot that covered much of the fabric that covered his leg.

"My glass exploded" He replied in a hoarse voice because he had not said a word almost all night. He observed her through his long eyelashes, trying to memorize the image in front of him before she ignored him again.

"Ah, good luck cleaning that then" She squeezed her lips and began to turn, ready to get out of there, to run away from him again but he prevented her by grabbing her wrist. She froze in his place, she had missed his touch, she let out a sigh trying to stay calm “Charles, let me go”.

"Why?" A cynical smile stood on his lips "Are you in a hurry to go back to Lando?".

He saw how she tilted her head to the side before she let go of his grip and turned around, he saw how she looked at him confused.

“What does Lando have to do with this?”.

"I've seen how he was kissing your neck and how you danced very close. Too close to be just friends" Everything around Charles was red, as red as the cars they drove or the uniforms they wore on weekends. He was jealous and drunk and didn't think too clearly because they both knew that he wasn't like that. Arabella looked at him strangely, she never seen him that way “What, have you already found my replacement?”.

"What the fuck?" She murmured in spanish. The girl was surprised and as incredible as it may seem, turned on.

"Maybe you can go to McLaren" He bowed his head as his gaze went from her eyes to his lips "But you know that orange will never look as good as red on you”.

She immediately realized that it was a metaphor and wanted to laugh but was too confused to do so. The alcohol in her system next to Charles' perfume wasn't really helpful. She knew that he was playing a game and that if she followed it she could get burned but everyone knew that Arabella Torres was reckless and that she liked danger.

Her confused expression changed, Charles couldn’t describe it but when she began to shorten the distance between them he began to walk backwards, unconsciously entering the women's bathroom, which was empty thank God. He felt his mouth dry when he saw that the girl's hand went to her chest where she began to play with the buttons of the shirt she was wearing “I'm not sure if the red fits me so well” Slow but very slowly she unbuttoned the first buttons revealing a red lace bra. She gathered his eyebrows looking at him with feigned curiosity and in an innocent tone asked him "What do you think?"

He blinked a couple of times before looking up at her. He cursed in French before shortening the distance and smashing his lips against hers. He passed his hand through his neck entangled his fingers between the soft waves of brown hair, closed his fist and pulled her hair forcing her to walk towards the sink. Her ass hit the edge of the marble board making her moan in his mouth because his free hand was squeezing her butt making the Prada's skirt rise and she could feel the cold marble against her skin. The moan in his mouth made him smile, his hands moving from top to bottom through her body caressing her barely covered skin thanks to the open shirt and the short skirt.

Her hands traveled to the boy's neck, one of them taking over the small strands that were born on the back of his neck causing Charles to open his lips but not move them, he stayed in his place watching as she twisted under his touch, the smug smile he had on his lips made her know that he was enjoying it. The tips of his bangs stuck to her skin thanks to the thin space between their foreheads tickling her, which was making her nervous.

Arabella let out a small moan when she felt his right hand go up from her ass to her naked thigh and go through the bottom of her skirt to her underwear. He kissed her again as he pressed with his finger –she wouldn’t know which one– against the fine red lace garment that separated her skin from the contact of his hand.

For a second she thought that she had reached glory when she felt how he was pressing even harder but she fell from the cloud when he separated. She looked at him frowning at what he gave her a smile of apology before asking her with his eyes if she was okay and comfortable with that.

At another time maybe she would have thought it was cute but she was drunk and horny so she could only roll her eyes and take his hand with hers to place it back on her panties “For God's sake, Charles. Just do it”.

This time it was she who joined their lips, ran her fingers through his hair and pressed herself as hard as she could against him while their tongues fought each other. She let herself be embraced by his pleasant smell and the thousand sensations she felt when he was like this with her.

She released her grip on his hair and took her hands along a path from his neck to his chest where she took the shirt in her fists and, in one movement, pulled it breaking the buttons making them fly. He walked away from her when he heard the buttons touch the ground, he looked at them without expression before turning his gaze towards her, raising an eyebrow looking at her between his eyelashes. She bit her lip because, let's be honest, he looked too good looking at her like that from that angle.

"I'll buy you a new one" She went to tell him, but before she opened her mouth, he screwed his hands on the back of her thighs, causing her to let out a small choked scream in surprise when she didn't feel the ground under her feet.

She hissed when the cold of the marble hit the skin of her thighs although she was silent when she felt Charles' hands raise her skirt more to have better access between her legs. The monegasque released the garment when he felt her gaze on him, he looked at her without raising his face, giving a dark touch to his gaze. They watched each other in silence for a few seconds until Charles took his right hand to her jaw and kissed her quickly, separated from her but not enough so that their breaths didn’t mix and took his fingers to her lips.

"Open your mouth" He murmured still holding her gaze, the girl obeyed by letting his fingers pass between her lips meanwhile he looked down at her mouth “Suck”.

He watched with delight as the girl's swollen lips closed around his digits, he felt her tongue playing with them. He looked into her eyes and found that she was already looking at him and almost moaned at that moment.

"Merde, mon ange" He cursed when she let go of his fingers making a pop resonate through the empty bathroom. Shit, my angel.

"Charles..." She said his name in a sigh. He looked at her expectantly with his fingers still touching her lips, the skin of her mouth stained by the red lipstick collided with his finger tips surely staining them too “Charles, please”.

"Please, what?" His voice came out in a murmur but she still heard him and of course she did because the only thing she could hear, feel and smell was him. She was drunk but the alcohol wasn’t what the room had circling around her but him.

She hated Charles Leclerc, she hated the effect he had on her, she hated that even though she was angry with him she felt the stupid need to feel his skin against hers, she hated that they couldn’t be together, she hated that he was playing with her that way, she hated that it made her question every damn aspect of his life. She hated him.

Damn Leclerc and his perfect eyes.

She squeezed her grip on his shirt and kissed the fingers that hadn’t yet separated from her lips before looking at him through her long eyelashes with the most pleading look she could give him "I need you. Please”.

Pathetic, she thought for a moment but the boy's hands rolling up on the fabric that covered her private parts returned her to reality or at least to that bubble in which they had both locked themselves. She rested her hands on the white marble countertop and raised her hips to help him slide the garment down her legs before he made a gap between them and kissed her abruptly.

She felt how the tips of his fingers caressed the inside of her thighs until he reached his destination. She felt how they grazed her folds, covering them with her juices and she groaned in his mouth when she felt him slowly rubbing her clit.

The boy broke the kiss by grabbing her neck when she saw that she made the move of throwing her head back “Was that what you wanted?” His voice was so calm, in contrast to how trembling her breathing was “Did you want my fingers, mmh?”.

"Please" She groaned and he pressed his fingers harder.

She let out a gasp when his fingers slightly touched her entrance, pushed her hips against his hand desperate for his touch, that caused him to laugh. He put one of his fingers inside and a soft moan came out of her, hips moving again to look for some kind of liberation “More” She complained in a murmur under the intense gaze of the boy.

"More?" He smiled and inserted another finger, feeling the walls tighten around his fingers, his hand moving to equalize the movements of her hips, putting in and pulling out his finger being able to hear the wet sounds.

The whining and moans began to get stronger, the nails stuck strongly in the skin of his shoulder on the fabric of his shirt and he moaned at the sensation, looking at her as he fucked her with his fingers.

Arabella thought that not only did his fingers feel incredible, but he also looked so good in front of her and just by looking at him touching her she thought he could send her to the limit. His thumb went up to rub her clit causing her to sink her teeth into her lower lip, the sensation became too intense.

"I'm so c-close" She groaned and he straightened up, crashing his lips in hers, their tongues dancing in a passionate kiss while his fingers pushed into her faster and deeper. The fluids ran through his hand while his thumb applied even more pressure. She felt so overwhelmed that she couldn't even keep up with the kiss, she was too focused on how well her fingers felt inside her.

And just when she began to feel those tickles in her lower belly that she had rarely felt in her life, everything stopped making her open her eyes abruptly. She looked at the boy in front of her confused and moaned when she felt how her disconnected their bodies.

“Charles...”.

His free hand squeezed on the back of her neck, he approached her ear and she heard how he smiled, "You're right, red doesn't look that good on you.

He walked away from her causing a sudden feeling of being cold to cover her body, she frowned when he saw him crouch and take her thong from the floor. With a mocking smile he shook it before storing it in the pocket of his pants “I'll keep this, maybe it will bring me good luck and I beat you in your home race. See you, mon ange”.

He winked at her, causing his dimples to be marked on his face. She looked at him, her eyes shining thanks to the tears of frustration that had accumulated. She clenched her jaw watching how he was leaving the bathroom so calmly. She looked silently for a couple of seconds at the door through which he had disappeared before releasing a scream of rage. She swallowed between quick breaths and closed her eyes, dropping her head against the cold mirror.

"Fucking asshole”.

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A mischievous smile was present Charles' face, who was looking at the photos that Arabella had uploaded. He looked up from his phone when he heard footsteps enter his part of the garage, he saw one of his teammate's engineers approach his car to talk to his own engineers. He ignored him and looked back at the device in his hands, trying to hide his deception when he saw that it wasn't the brunette.

But when a part of the conversation made its way to him he couldn't help but turn his attention to them. He continued looking at the phone and moving his thumb across the screen from time to time to disguise it.

"I recommend that you don't talk to Arabella today" Said the man whose name Charles didn't know. He had seen him several times in the other part of the Ferrari garage but the truth was that he had never paid much attention to Arabella's team. His ears perked up at the girl's name.

“Why?” His engineers were clearly not as interested as Charles as they didn't even give him a second glance and continued inspecting the car.

"Just don't say anything to her unless she talks to you first".

And with that he ran to the other end of the red walls. He frowned and got up from his seat, left the garage belonging to his team and began to walk towards McLaren's, ready to find Carlos because he knew on good authority that the spaniard was the one who kept the paddock's princess' secrets.

He laughed to himself wondering if she had told him what happened in the bathroom at the nightclub last night. He hesitated because she told him everything but he wasn't so sure if she would tell him that.

I'll find it out now, he thought as he saw the spaniard sitting on the ground with several others. He clenched his jaw at the sight of the other part of the McLaren duo but continued his pace towards them anyway.

"Haven't you noticed that she's acting strange?" The Australian's notable nose wrinkled at his own question. He narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah? No, I don't know" Alex raised his head looking at the others confused "I mean, I don't know her as well as you do but there is something different about her".

"Maybe she's just focused on trying to win in her homerace" His best friend shrugged, turning his head to look at the other side of the paddock. He raised both eyebrows when he saw him and was immediately excited "Charles is his teammate, surely he can tell us what is happening to our girl".

He looked down at him, his expression showing very clearly that he had not liked the way he had referred to the spanish woman. Gasly's annoyed smile widened as he separated the green from the blue and shook his head.

"We argued so she doesn't talk to me" He put his hands on both hips and rested his weight on one leg. He looked at Carlos surreptitiously trying to see some kind of expression that would give away that he knew about their relationship but nothing. On the one hand he felt relieved, on the other he felt the need to talk to someone about it but he knew it was too big a risk.

He felt Ricciardo's hand collide with his shoulder and then his contagious laughter filled his ears "Have you never heard the expression "happy woman, happy garage"?.

"What have you done now?".

He looked at Albon, putting a hand to his chest, offended “Why does it have to be me?”.

"She's the one who doesn't talk to you, the one who must have screwed up must have been you" Carlos joined his hands on top of his knees, his eyes focused on some distant point behind Charles' body.

He opened his mouth to complain but the vpice of the protagonist's of the conversation made everyone look in the same direction that Carlos had his eyes on. The girl walked through the paddock alongside a group of cameras and interviewers, answering her questions with her calm even though the press seemed to be about to kill each other to be able to walk near her. As if she were some kind of saint who just by being close to her and breathing her air would cure most horrible symptoms.

Lando broke the silence that had formed between them by speaking for the first time since the monegasque had joined them “They have never fought to interview me.”

"Me neither".

"Neither" Daniel responded and Alex just clicked his tongue.

He curled his lips and then remembered that in the other two races she hadn't done any kind of press. Charles didn't know why but it wasn't like he could ask her either. He watched her walk away and twisted his head, something was happening here.

"POLE position, baby!" Alexandre exclaimed in her ears and she laughed at the man's enthusiasm. As always before getting out of the car, she thanked the team over the radio and took off her helmet followed by her balaclava. She heard the roar of the Mercedes and watched as Hamilton's car parked next to hers, she saw him get out of her and copy her, taking off his helmet and balaclava. He looked at her and smiled at her raising both eyebrows to which she rolled her eyes and started walking away.

“Why are you avoiding me?” The British accent sounded soft and sweet next to her. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye seeing that he had not taken long to get next to her. She tightened her grip on her helmet.

"Because I don't want to see you" She smiled sarcastically still looking ahead. Lewis frowned and quickened his pace to stand in front of her, walking backwards. He observed her face delighting in it when he saw her make a face of frustration when she saw him in front of her "You're going to fall".

A smile planted itself on his plump lips “Aw, you care about me.”

"On the contrary, it would brighten my day" Sarcasm continued decorating her pretty smile.

"I thought me being second was what would make your day" He stopped his pace abruptly, causing her to collide with him, she placed her hands on his hard chest to avoid stepping on him and grunted in annoyance while the british man smiled, clearly enjoying the moment.

As if he were poison, she quickly let go. She looked up to see him, remaining silent for a few seconds because she didn't know they were so close to each other. She blinked before pushing him away, his annoying laughter soon filling her ears “Enjoy the views from the second place.”

The man laughed again watching her walk away from him towards her garage, her car being driven by one of the engineers following her at a considerable speed. He sank her teeth into his bottom lip before raising his voice“I'll do it! Believe me, I will".

She hurried into the garage, clenching her jaw as she saw the monegasque driver giving her a smile as if nothing had happened between them "Congratulations…"

She raised a hand blocking his face and his words before passing by him and heading to the hallway that would take her to her room, ignoring how the red polo shirts were soaked with champagne and how everyone was celebrating the pole position. Upon arrival she dropped the helmet on the ground without giving much importance to the loud noise it made when it hit the ground and threw herself onto the sofa while releasing a sigh. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

"ARABELLA TORRES CROSSES THE STARTING LINE CROWNED AS THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION!"

Despite the roar of the car engine and the cloaks covering her ears she could hear the screams of the audience. She frowned when she saw a sea of red and yellow flags, her team began to take their place on the fence that separated the track from the pedestrian zone, she saw how they shouted with smiles on their faces and how they waved their flag in the air and then she knew.

She had won.

She had won the last race of the season and just like that the fucking title of world champion was hers.

She laughed madly, raising her arm above the halo in celebration. She pressed the button on the radio and incredulously asked "Have I won?".

"YOU'RE WORLD CHAMPION, BABY!—She heard Susie's scream, behind the blonde's voice she could hear the others celebrating the victory. Her smile widened even more making her cheeks start to hurt. Wolff wiped her own tears and picked up the microphone, bringing it to her lips. "You've won, Arabella. You've done".

Her lips trembled but the smile didn't fade, her throat went dry and for a moment she saw blurred "Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you so much to all of you, guys."

Come on, get out of the car so we can celebrate" This time it was Toto's voice that rang through her ears, he nodded and followed the few meters of road until she reached the sign with the number one. She parked in it and sighed before getting up from her seat and raising both arms in victory.

She got out of the car feeling tears begin to roll down her cheeks. She took off her helmet and balaclava before kneeling on the ground right in front of the car, clasping her hands together and resting them against the nose of the black car and then resting her forehead on her hands, as if she were praying to the machine. She lowered her head until her forehead was almost touching the floor and, finally, she cried. She let out a sob so hard her chest hurt, and she grabbed the fabric of the chest of her suit tightly.

"Arabella, Arabella, Arabella!" For a moment she heard nothing but the audience chanting her name.

She sobbed again, raising her head, looking around around. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Was that really happening? She looked at the camera in front of her and with her hand on rop of her heart chehe vocalized several "Thank you" non-stop.

Suddenly she heard a loud bang and immediately afterward the screams of people, she looked at her hands and frowned when she saw that they were illuminated by an orange light.

She raised her head slowly seeing how her car was on fire, she moved her gaze to the right finding the red car embedded in the side of hers. She watched in horror as Charles's lifeless eyes looked back at her.

“Arabella, Arabella, Arabella!” The crowd's cries grew even louder and she willed them to shut up. She got up to run towards Charles but it was too late, neither he nor both cars nor even the circuit were there.

“Arabella, wake up” Some light pushes drew her to reality, with a gasp she opened her eyes, meeting Sebastian's face.

She smiled when she saw him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She heard his laugh and felt how he gave a kiss on her hair before caressing it.

"I'm here, siéger” He whispered into her ear, his voice immediately bringing him peace. She sighed against his shoulder “I'm here.” Champion.

"God, I've missed you so much" She murmured against his jacket, she hid her face even more in his neck, feeling the man's hand go up and down her back.

“Me too, siéger” He patted her on the back a couple of times and began to let her go. He looked at her with a frown “Were you having a nightmare?”

“Yeah, but…wait” Her gaze ran to rest on the clock on the wall right next to the television. She opened her eyes in surprise before looking at the man kneeling in front of her "Is it Sunday already?".

Vettel nodded “Yes, you've been sleeping here since qualifying. It's been a long nap”.

She put her head in her hands, hiding her face in them, and let out a sigh “I didn't sleep much yesterday.”

“How much?”.

She denied, remembering that when she arrived at the villa that the boys had rented she couldn't sleep but instead stayed tossing and turning in bed all night without stopping thinking about the race and how frustrated the green-eyed boy had left her. Plus Carlos's unconscious body trying to hug her every chance she got didn't help her much “An hour”.

“Fuck, siéger” He let out an incredulous laugh “And yet you qualified on pole, incredible”.

She shrugged as if it was nothing. She turned her neck to both sides grimacing when she heard the bones creak and got up from the couch being followed by the german, who stepped forward to open the door for her.

They walked among the paddock, heading to the common cafeteria so the girl could have breakfast. They both ignored the surprised looks at seeing the former champion walk and chat so calmly next to the driver, since it was not public knowledge that she and Sebastian Vettel had known each other and had maintained a friendship since she was a child. She licked her lips watching the cameras not far from them, she knew that at any moment people were going to find out so she tried not to give it much importance while the dark blonde, on the other hand, looked a little worried.

Sebastian knew that the girl didn’t want the public to know about her friendship, either the one she had with him or with the Schumachers, since the public would quickly question all of her achievements in her career. Both Sebastian and Mick understood and agreed with her, they knew Michael would agree too. And that's how it had been since they met, distancing herself from the Schumacher’s son while they were in public when they met at a race even though they both wanted to talk or simply enjoy each other's company, not being able to go to Sebastian's races to support him or couldn't even talk about how the germans had become fundamental supports in her life since she met them at the tender age of eleven.

That's why he couldn't help but be surprised when he accepted her call and heard her invite him to the next race. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, he knew that she had had a bad time and he was worried about her, after all for him, she was like his eldest daughter. Not for nothing did his first-born daughter bear her name.

Once seated in the cafeteria, they were accompanied by the girl's manager and her publicist, who after waiting for her to have breakfast, dragged her away because she had to do some interviews.

“Don't you notice something strange on her?” Nicholas took a bite of his croissant, both men watching the two women walk away at a hasty pace.

“There is something in her gaze” He responded, nodding “Something that I don't know if I like”.

He had noticed it and it had not been difficult for him to recognize that shine in her eyes. He more than anyone could know it, because a while ago he also had that shine in his own eyes.

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For the Eddie/Roan/reader series have you written the first time Eddie and reader say I love you to each other? And if not could we get a little blurb for it? Like maybe Roan says it to reader first and Eddie is all like damn, I think I love her too and is just all heart eyes 😍🥰 please and thank you! This series it literally my fav 💕

thank you for your request beautiful ♡ eddie and roan—the munsons tell you they love you for the first time. fem!reader

Eddie's wearing the brand new pair of jeans you got him and feeling like a kid at Christmas. Seriously, this has to be the fucking life. Beautiful daughter, great Uncle, a home he's proud of and a job he doesn't mind, and now he has you, and you like him enough to bring him presents. What the fuck.

They were on sale, you'd said easily, dropping them in his lap with a kiss hello on the cheek. He'd been reading on the porch, didn't hear you coming until you were already there. Where's Roan? I got her a nightie, is that okay?

Said nightie flares pink around Roan's knees as you twirl her. She's standing on the green play table, every rapid footstep wobbling the hollow plastic. In each flash of her face before she turns away, Eddie sees himself —same sugary brown eyes, same smile. You're laughing, the nervous, overjoyed kind, 'cos you both know you shouldn't be doing it but you're not the one who has to say no to her. (Not that Eddie does it as often as he maybe should.)

The jeans you got him are surprisingly soft. They're straight cut and need a little adjusting, but beside that they're perfect. Eddie really, really likes being thought of, trying to squeeze a thank you in between girly giggles.

"This is super dangerous!" you warn Roan, drawing circles over her head with your joined hands.

"This is super fun!" Roan corrects, squealing as you speed up.

One too many spins has her losing her footing, but you'd been expecting it, and you catch her without any fuss. "Woah!" she yelps.

"Woah, I got you," you say, pep unfailing. You're getting better at carrying her, pulling her up your side to rest on your hip.

Roan giggles but otherwise goes quiet, not talking, only laughing as she looks up into your welcoming face. You cushion her legs on your arm so she doesn't fall, your smile turning puzzled. "You okay?" you ask, giving her a bounce like she's much younger than she is, a baby in need of comfort.

"I love you," Roan declares, planting a kiss on your cheek.

"I love you, too," you say without hesitation. Your gaze flickers to Eddie's, but it's not long enough for him to gauge any one emotion.

Roan hums like this has answered a question and puts her arms down on your chest, not quite hugging you, not not hugging you. Your fingers spread over the small breadth of her back. You steal a moment, pressing the fat of your cheek to the top of her head. "Princess," you murmur, "that's so nice. Thank you for telling me. I knew you loved me because you're always showing it, aren't you?"

"I am?" Roan asks.

"I think so." Your smile turns bright, the parentese tone you've been learning like sugar on your lips as you say, "Ooh, I love you so much, beautiful girl! Let's have some cookies to celebrate." Your smile lands on Eddie. "Can we?"

"Yeah. Yeah, of course you can."

You put Roan down. Eddie's lovely daughter immediately takes your hand and together you walk to the kitchen, little steps. Eddie stands there thinking to himself for a few seconds, new jeans and your big heart, a thousand things.

"Hey!" he calls, rushing into the kitchen after you. "Wait a second, Y/N."

You stare at him with wide eyes, hand stopped where it's extended to the kitty cat cookie jar. "Don't tell me there's, like, a fake spider waiting to jump out at me. I can't take it again, Eds, my heart will explode like that freaky movie."

"I love you," he says. Smiling big, not particularly afraid to say it. He's known for a while, but Roan saying it so easily reminded him. He should let you know.

You don't react with any subtlety. Roan's confession was easy, water off of a duck's back, you said it back fast. Now, you're still. Your funny smile is in a pouting frown, your eyes soft with emotion. "Yeah?" you say.

"Yeah. I love you."

"Well I love you too," you say.

Eddie nods nonchalantly, a show, saying, "Yeah, I know," before he drops the facade and crosses the kitchen for you. Roan giggles as he picks you up in a hug, wrenching you from side to side. "You should know already–"

"I do!" you say, wrapping your arms around his neck jubilantly.

"Then why are you asking?"

"I wanted to hear it again," you say.

Eddie smiles into the skin beneath your ear. "I love you. Duh."

"Duh," you say, sounding about as happy as he's ever heard you while he pulls his head back to grin at you.

Roan laughs and pats at Eddie's thigh to be picked up. He grabs her under her arm with some effort and you help to bring her up into the hug. "I love you, too, daddy."

"You should definitely know I love you," Eddie says to her. He tells her enough, three times a day or more. He tells her he loves her when they're brushing her teeth, when they're putting their shoes on, when they're driving home from school. He tells her between mouthfuls of spaghetti and through laughter, Love you, weirdo. "Is this, like, lame if I start telling you both all the time, or am I allowed?"

"Definitely allowed," you say quickly, eyes bright with enthusiasm.

"For sure!" Roan cheers.

Eddie can see the possibilities now, I love you shouted from car windows and down the phone, said into your neck and the palm of your hand. He doesn't know why he didn't say it sooner.

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non-stop-imagines · 10 months

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From this request!💖

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Black Content Creator!Reader ( Halle Bailey face claim)

Word Count: ~8.1k words w/ smau

Warning: Smut (slight fingering, thigh riding, p in v), a little oral fixation, Soft!Dom and protective Max, reader going into a subspace, Max punches a guy, my American description of driving, mean comments, Twitter Environment, mention of food it's also pretty cute 😘 Minors DNI!!! 18+

A/N: I knew I had big plans for this fic but I didn't expect this big. I absolutely loved this request when I got it and I wanted to put as much care into writing it as they did coming up with the idea. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, because as always I enjoyed writing it! Love you all!💖💛💖💛💖

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maxverstappen1 Mine ❤️

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rbrhypetrain This was not on my 2023 bingo card, but I can use the free space ✍🏼

babygurlyn I don't even have this many good pictures of me. How???

>maxverstappen1 When your girlfriend is as beautiful as you are, you get a lot of opportunities to get good pictures

landonorris I would like everyone to know that Max posted this 3 months into dating Yn. He means business

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babygurlyn Because he posted me and I think he's pretty too 😍🥰😘 No one tell about me posting the last pic 🤫

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redbullracing We think he's pretty too ❤️😗

>seb4ev I think Max better watch out for the Red Bull admin, I just can't figure out who they're trying to flirt with most of the time

maxverstappen1 😐 > babygurlyn Who told?!

mercgirly Okay but I think Yn is the only person that has pictures of Max that make him look really pretty and like good for her

hateruser I doubt Max actually likes how Yn acts It's just so immature

Max has grown fond of non-race weeks since he started dating you. Your mindset was that "Weekends are for having fun, not working", something that you would pout about early in your relationship whenever he would go train or agree to meetings on non-race weekends. But now, with two weekends off, he's using one to stay at home, currently driving on his sim but the true purpose of his presence was to be at your beck and call. To be there for you to talk endlessly too, to help you with stuff, to be filmed for your YouTube channel, anything. And he was happy to be there to do it.

"Maxie, are we ordering food for lunch or were we planning to go out for it?" You pop your head into the room, doe-like eyes darting between him and the screen facing him.

"We have plenty of food here, my love." He continues the session he was in but pauses it when he doesn't hear your socked feet shuffling away and the faintest whimper come from the open door. "Yeessss…?" He turns his body to get up from his seat and walk over to the door leaning against the frame. You move your body from leaning over to only have your head in view to standing straight up, shyly peering up at him, to which he pushes some locs from in front of your shoulders then tips your head up with a finger. "What is it"

"It's just, there's a cafe that's doing this special latte art to celebrate the 100 year anniversary of the creation of Disney, 'cause they have this food printer or something that is able to do it and I was hoping we'd be able to go there today." Your rambling was accompanied by wild hand movements that supplemented your words, a trait you've subconsciously picked up from your boyfriend, and as you neared the end your voice tapered off, unsure of what the response would be from Max.

"Well why didn't you just say so, love?" His voice was a soft, exasperated coo as he reaches to fix your hair again and then uses a hand on either side of your face to make you look at him. All you do is shrug in response, knowing of the short lecture you were about to get. "Baby, first of all, I'm not mad. But didn't we talk about you speaking up more about what you want?"

"I just didn't think it was that important." You tug at the hem of his shirt. Even with his hands angling your face up towards his, you avoided eye contact.

"We talked about this…" He bends down to catch your lips in a quick kiss, then opens his eyes a little wider waiting for you to comment.

"Everything I say has at least some importance…" You receive another kiss and then feel Max's hands move to your waist, gingerly pulling you closer.

"Good. Now, try again." He gives you a little grin to encourage you.

"Hey, I was thinking we could go to this cafe that is doing Disney themed latte art. It looks pretty cool." Your voice fluctuated as you tried to sound more confident in your request, trying to act nonchalant in the process.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea. Let me know when you want to leave.” He gives you one last kiss on the forehead and starts to head back to his game.

“Okay! I’ll let you know. Thank you, baby!” Your mood turns on a dime as you skip off to some other room, a shift which Max just shakes his head at as he restarts the session. About 10 minutes later, Max can hear you mumbling to yourself, sounding like you were straining to grab something, so he stands from his seat again and starts to search for your location, eventually finding you standing on a side table trying to reach your mini tripod that was on the highest shelf of your bookshelf in your office. “Dang it. Get over here. Woah.” You wobble on the table that you forgot was already uneven prompting Max to rush over and steady you.

“Get off the table, please. What do you need? Your tripod?” He stretches up to reach where it is, which was slightly pushed back from the edge of the shelf.

“Yes, please.” You beam up at him as he hands it to you, and once he does your focus goes to the small camera stand, flexing the legs to make it easier to hold, but Max interrupts your focus by lifting your chin to give you a small lingering kiss, forcing you to look into his eyes once he backs up.

“Please never do that again. Just ask if you need help with stuff like that, okay.” His face was softly stern, lifting his eyebrows for emphasis as he spoke. He keeps the same face as he waits for your answer.

“I know, I know. I will, but you know I just start doing something and completely forget about everything else and it makes me forget to ask for help when I need it…" Your words taper off as you go to place the tripod on your desk, but you turn around to Max crossing his arm, eyebrows scrunched in mock concern.

"Yes, I know that. But you need to try and remember to ask for help, I'm always here for you." Max's gaze followed you as you approached him, first taking his crossed arms to turn him toward the door and then moving behind him to start pushing him out. Both you and him knew that if he were really trying you wouldn't be able to move him an inch, but here you were guiding him through the exit of your office.

"Okay, thank you. Now go." You continue to push but feel resistance all of a sudden. You peek your head around to look at Max who was smiling at you. "What?"

"Do I get to be in your vlog?" You roll your eyes at your boyfriend's question, then get back behind him to push again, moving once more.

"You know you're always in my vlogs. Now go. I'll be there in a sec." You finally succeed in getting him across the threshold of your office then turn back around and head back to your desk, starting to fiddle with your small vlogging camera.

“Okay.” Max does as he is told and heads back to his gaming room, sitting down in his seat and putting his headphones, and, after stopping to answer a text or two, starts playing again. After another 20 minutes he hears the patter of your feet, but continues his game waiting to hear your voice.

“Can I come in?” You ask your question while slowly shuffling in. What you don't see fully is how bright and wide Max’s smile is as he feels your presence grow closer.

“Of course you can, baby girl.” He finally ends the session and turns off the game, knowing he probably won’t be able to come back to it for the rest of the day. He removes his feet from the pedals in front of him to place his feet flat on the floor, turning his head to look straight into the small camera you pointed at him.

“Say hi to the people, Max. They love you, you’re their favorite.” You giggle, primarily at the way he waves and then flashes a semi-awkward thumbs up.

“Hello! Now you, what’s up?” He shifts his focus to you, face attentive as he pulls you into his lap by a large hand on your waist.

“So you know how I asked you about going to that cafe today?” You had the camera pointed at you two, viewfinder flipped up so you could make sure you guys were in frame, and once you did you turned to look at Max who only had his attention on you, watching his nod and loving the vibration when he hums his affirmation, pushing a loc out of your face. “Well I was thinking that we could couple the experience with something fun.” You wiggle your eyebrows, first at Max and then briefly at the camera before turning back to him.

“I don’t like that look. What did you have in mind?” Max keeps his eyes trained on you, watching and internally smiling at the charisma you were giving the camera, not like it was much different than your normal personality, if anything a bit toned down.

"Well I thought that maybe you could teach me how to drive? Or at least start teaching me how to drive. And then we could go to the cafe since we were out." You use a free hand to comb back his hair with your fingers, and something the camera is able to see is the slight head tilt upward he does to move closer to your hand and the side profile of the soft look he was giving you.

"Oh yeah, I always forget you don't have your license. I'm so used to just driving you around." He thinks for a moment, still only looking at you, watching as your enlarged brown eyes anticipated his answer. "Fine, I guess we could do that." He smiles back at the radiant smile you gave him and the quick kiss on the cheek you give before you remove yourself from his lap.

"Yay! Thank you baby!" You start to skip toward the door but you didn't realize that Max had snuck his hand around your wrist to pull you back to him.

"How were you going to leave me without a proper kiss?" He had his eyebrows raised in mock surprise, to which you roll your eyes and stalk back over to him, leaning down a bit to kiss him. It was a couple of deeper kisses, making sure your lips slated together rather than just a small peck. What you also noticed was that Max had angled the camera toward you two, making sure footage was captured of the kissing.

"You're so needy, ugh." You fake your complaint as you stop your recording and leave the room, not seeing the soft, loving look he was giving you as you walked out the door.

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"Okay, here we are in the car on the most empty floor of the parking garage that we could find. And here's Professor Verstappen, ready to teach me all there is to learn about the rules of the road. Take it away, Max!" You finish your spritely intro to this portion of your vlog by highlighting Max's presence with your hands, waving them towards him and then finally looking toward him for instruction. He was too busy watching you, though, so it took him a beat to realize that it was his time to talk.

"Oh, okay. Uh, hello everyone. First, have you ever been behind the wheel before?" His arm was already resting behind him on top of his seat, so he was already in reach of a loc that you kept of your ponytail, deciding to mess with it while you gave your answer, giving his hands something to do.

"Well, I've never paid attention to all the stuff. Really just messed with the wheel." You twist the wheel, then look back at Max, the camera now just a spectator of the interaction between you two.

"Okay." He grins at you, eyes wandering over your innocent face before continuing. "Uh, let's start with the pedals. Touch them with your feet." He stretches his body to watch as you do. "So the wide one on the left is the brake and the narrow, long one is the gas." You nod, still playing with the pedals. "Mirrors, check them every time you get in." He reaches up and taps the long mirror in front of you guys. "This is the rearview mirror, make sure you can see out the rear windshield when you adjust it, okay?" You start adjusting as he continues explaining. "The side mirrors, uh, you want to make sure that you're able to see your blind spot and beside you. The controls to adjust it side mirrors are in the door. You just make sure you have the correct mirror selected and then use the up, down, left and right buttons to adjust the mirror.” You look at the side mirror but decide not to do anything about them. "Um, the gearshift. You have to press on the brake to be able to be able to press the button on the gear shift to move it." He was going to continue his informational dialogue, but he could hear you press down on the brake pedal. "Don't do it now! Hold on." He subtly motions for you to stop, his hand in your vicinity as he chuckles, his vibe a mixture of nervousness and adoration.

"Hehe, sorry." You had a toothy smile on your face, an indication to Max that you are already starting to get nervous and his words would need to be more gentle with his teaching.

"It's okay." He leans over to kiss your forehead before continuing. "Anyway, the letters on the gearshift-"

"Yes, the PRNDL…." You said the joke with such confidence, but you and Max stifled your laughter, staring at each other, you with that bright toothy smile and Max with a strained grin and facial expression of fake disappointment.

"Really?" The laughter he held was laced in his words. "You're adorable, you know that?" You nod with your bright smile, giving Max slight trouble when he starts leaning in to get a quick kiss, but you quickly get the hint, letting him kiss you as you nodded your head with less vigor.

"Hehe, yeah, I know." Your faces were still close, allowing you two to have a small moment of intimacy before finally getting back to the task at hand.

"Um, anyway. Yes the gearshi- the PRNDL, since I know you'll repeat it until I say it, those letters all stand for something. Do you know what they are?" He cocks his head slightly, making it more obvious that he is just making sure you know.

"Park, reverse, uh-neutral, drive, and I always forget what L stands for." You recite the meanings as you go down the panel, then look back up expectantly at Max waiting for confirmation that you were right.

"Correct. Good job, baby. And we're not going to worry about L until we have to." He pushes that lone loc again and admires your face as he thinks. "Okay, try just going forward. To that column." He points to a concrete column about 50 feet away, and he keeps his attention ahead of you guys as you put the car in drive.

"Okay, check mirrors, foot is on the brake right now, car in drive…" you mumble a checklist to yourself, double check everything you just listed, and then finally lift your foot off the brake and slowly, lightly press on the gas, allowing the car to finally move. Initially all was fine, it wasn't until 3 seconds later when Max felt the car gently swerving that he looked at you, seeing you twist the wheel back and forth as you tried to go forward.

"Woah, woah! Stop!" You immediately follow directions, slamming on the brake making both of your bodies jolt forward. You start to laugh nervously as you slowly turn to look at Max, who was looking at you wide eyed. "What the fuck was that, baby? You're not trying to warm the tires."

"I-that's what people do in the movies…and i- I don't know." An apologetic, nervous smile stays plastered on your face, a face Max knew well because it meant that you were really unsure of the situation and liable to shut down at any minute.

"That's just bad acting. But it's okay, you're okay. Just think of it as keeping the car steady instead of trying to guide it." He uses his hand to imitate a swerving driving path and then turns back to you. "You want to try again?" His gaze was intensely trained on you as he tried to gauge your anxiety before you answered.

"Mhm." The smile was now gone, your face was flat and eyebrows furrowed as you checked your mirrors again and then lifted your foot from the brake to gently press the gas again. This time there was a lot more focus on your part as you gently twisted the steering wheel as necessary to keep it in line until you got to the column.

“Okay, now put it in park.” With your foot firmly on the brake, you hold down the button on the gearshift and push it to put the car in park. Once it was done and you were sure the car was stationary. You lift your foot and jerk your head toward Max to shine a, now more confident, smile his way, that he reciprocates in his own Max way with a grin and wide eyes. “You did it!”

“I did it!” You reach your arms out and wrap them around Max’s neck, and the close proximity brought your cheek in range to receive a peck from him.

“How did you feel?” You still had your arms around his neck, but he was able to lean back enough to get your entire face in view.

“Better, but I know it's not that easy on the road so that's a little scary.” Max starts to open his mouth to calm your worries, but your next words change his planned soothing into reprimand as you continue. “And I know it’s stupid to be scared. Many people drive everyday without being scared, but I tin- '' Your words fade when your cheeks are grasped by Max’s long fingers and squished gently.

“Shh.” Max’s attempted cooing comes off more like a frantic mitigation of your downward spiral, like trying to stop a child from crying right as they’re on the cusp of bursting out in tears. He gives a small kiss to your manually puckered lips then lets go, gently lifting the locs you had back in a ponytail. “You’re not stupid. People get scared about driving, it’s normal. You just need to practice to gain confidence, that’s all. Okay?” Your lips were still pouted, but you looked at him through your eyelashes, eyes asking for a little more reassurance, which he gives by seizing your lips in another kiss.

"Okay." You press your lips together in a mild grin then settle back into your seat, tracing the steering wheel with your fingers.

"Want to try reversing and a little parking? And then I'll drive us to that cafe?" He laces his fingers with yours that had settled on the gearshift, running a thumb over the back of your hand.

"Yeah, let's do it! Really earn that latte." In your usual fashion, your demeanor changed on a dime to hyper enthusiasm, unlacing your hand from Max's and placing both hands firmly on the wheel.

"You earned that before we even got in the car." He stretches his arm across the back of your seat, placing a sentimental gaze on you. You turn toward him in a way that required you to lean your head back slightly, and flash that big beautiful smile he adores. "I love you." His head jerks toward you a little, waiting for your answer.

"I love you, too." You pucker after your words, receiving the kiss Max was craving to give you. It was simple, but it was lingering. He has always loved your lips, so his heart squeezed when they turned up into a grin for him as you got amped to continue driving. "Alright, let's get on with it!"

"Alright." He takes another second to watch you, his cute, bouncy, determined and all around amazing girlfriend, before continuing his instruction.

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"The fact that the latte was amazing AND had The Little Mermaid art on top makes my driving struggles worthwhile." You skip out of the cafe door that Max held open for you, thanking the employees as you leave, camera trained on your face.

"It was good?" Max also waved a polite, silent goodbye as you two walked back to the car that was parked in a spot along a surprisingly empty road.

"Yeah! It was a sea salt caramel latte and it didn't have too much coffee flavor but I can still feel a buzz." You grab onto his hand and swing it wildly, turning under his arm like you were tangoing as you waited for the signal to walk across the street. For it to be a Saturday, the roadway that had picturesque little shops along the side was almost clear, sans a few straggling teens and some cars driving by.

"That's the last thing you need. I don't know why you insist on getting drinks with coffee anyway if you don't like the taste of coffee." The signal finally changed and you and Max crossed the street, vlog camera still recording, but just getting a lower angle shot of you two walking.

"You can have so much fun with the flavors of coffee drinks. And you know energy drinks are hit and miss with me." You lift your camera once across, you gauging the short distance to the car before talking, speaking through your teeth in a mock wince. "Sorry, Red Bull." You stop the recording and turn off your camera now just wanting to take in your surroundings hand in hand with your boyfriend.

"Yeah, I know." He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, which he pulls out to see he received a text from Lando.

Lando

Do you and Yn want to come hang tonight?

Me and some friends decided to just go out tonight

Don't know who all is coming yet tho

What do you say?

And tell Yn I said hello and that I love her more than you do 😁

"Why does he text like this? All these messages…" Max removes his hand from yours but sticks out his elbow so you're able to wrap your arm around his. You guys stop walking for a moment, since you were basically at the car, while Max goes to answer whatever question is hidden in his myriad texts. "Would you want to go out tonight with Lando?" He looked down to his side for your response, which was almost immediate excitement.

"Yes! Let's go out! I love hanging out with Lando." You sway with Max's arm in tow as he types out his response.

Max

Okay, we'll come.

"Okay, we'll go. Now please, I need this arm." His plea held fake exhaustion, causing you to laugh a laugh that was music to his ears. As you guys finally approached the car, you could hear people down the sidewalk calling to get your guys' attention.

"Oh my God, it is him!" Two young men both looking around 25 approached you two with excitement in their demeanor. "Max, we love you, mate. That Red Bull has been crazy dominant!"

Max could feel you trying to move behind him a bit, but for you this was just because you knew these guys were here to see Max so you didn't want to get in the way. For Max the rudeness due to their lack of acknowledgement to your presence was strike 1. "Thanks, you guys. But listen, we have to get going-"

"Hey do you think we could get a picture with you real quick?" When the phone started to be handed to you, Max was ready to snatch your hand up and leave immediately, but seeing you reach for it, okay and eager to take a picture of the boyfriend she is immensely proud of and his fans, he simmered down, enough to take a decent picture with the two men before they excitedly walked off after thanking you.

"They were kinda nice." Max walks you to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for you, grunting in faux agreement. "I don't think they knew who I was, though." Your words came out as a giggle because you were truly amused with the situation, but Max just closed the door, gently and hiding his stone face as he does.

"If they did they would have acted like fucking saints." Max mumbles to himself, walking around to the driver's side. He pauses, taking a deep breath and actively working to relax his face, knowing the scowl would affect your mood too, and realizing a new annoyance that has emerged for him. There are people out there who think that you are something less than the best thing to have come into his life.

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landonorris you don't want to know what happens when Yn has vodka

>mercfantasies What happens when she has vodka????

>babygurlyn No one will know what happens when Yn has vodak 😐😐😐

> landonorris The walls have ears 👀

maxandynfan Max in your new vid 😭😭 you could've warmed us about how sweet he was

> babygurlyn I told you guys Max is nothing but a big softy 🥰 (And don't listen to him when he says he's not)

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You made sure you had your items, small purse on your arm, large pink chunky-knit sweater over your arm, a pink that matched the mid rise Nike Court Royales that you wore with a black tennis skirt and white blouse, phone locked in both hands as you bent under the rope in the garage separating visitors from the rest of the garage. You knew that it would have been more comfortable and easier watching from the Paddock Club area or the motorhome, but Max insisted you stay in the garage, and you didn't mind because you liked being this close to the action, and it was easier to get to parc ferme and the podium by just by exiting the garage. So you found yourself walking out of the garage, hugging people and cheering along as everyone celebrates another win for Max. No matter what anyone says, for you every win is so exciting because you know the work he has put in to achieve this. The top three cars park and you are able to reach and hug Max, making a face at him to joke about how he stunk from his sweat and then shooing him off for the post-race interview, and as you did you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning around to see a young guy and girl. The girl had her phone in her hand and the guy a small microphone, the ones that can clip onto the shirt.

"Hi, I'm Jackson and this is my girlfriend, Catherine. Do you have time to do a quick interview with us?" The guy, Jackson, asked you close to your ear, to which you nod in agreement. You and Max have been dating just over a year, and you can count the number of people that have approached you to speak to you on one hand, maybe two if you added exceptions.

"I would love to do an interview, Jackson." You were able to answer without having to yell in his ear, since the cheering has died down as third place is interviewed.

"Please, you can call me Jack." He points to Catherine and gives her a thumbs up, which you assumed was to signal for her to start recording, because after counting down to 1, Jackson begins to introduce himself and you, to which you give a spritely wave to the phone that Catherine was smiling behind. "So, Yn, you have been with Max for almost 2 seasons, seen so many of his wins, have you gotten used to them now?" Jack's eyes shifted between you and the phone as he spoke, and once he was done he brought the small microphone closer to you.

"Oh, no. Every race is different. Even if it is the same race during a new season, the conditions are different, and I see the work Max puts in first hand, so I am always very proud of him with every win." You smile toward Jack and then the camera.

"You know, with what can be seen as a severe lack of action due to Red Bull dominance, people have turned their focus to other news in the F1 sphere, one of which being the relationship between you and Max." Though more comment than question, the small mic is gestured toward you for input.

"Oh, well, I'm flattered. I hope it's mostly good things." You could feel a shift in the tone of the interview, which was confirmed by the confused look being given by Catherine from behind the recording phone.

"There has been good stuff, yes, but the most discussion and discourse has been over how different you two seem to be from each other." Again the microphone is thrusted toward you.

"I-well, yeah, we're different from each other, but I think that helps us. We get to learn from each other." Your smile has officially started to fade as Jack continues to speak.

"Not just the differences between you and Max, but the difference between you and his previous girlfriends." Your eyebrows were officially furrowed, confused by the implication.

"I don't think I know what you mean." The further you got into this interview the more the outside world began to be shut out, so of course you didn't feel Max's eyes trained on you, post interview and supposed to be headed to the cool down room, but instead he watched.

"People just don't understand how he could go from dating high class models and daughters of previous racers to you. You're so different from his previous girlfriends, what do you think it is about you that drew him in?" Your head tilted, really trying to figure out the point of the question, face softening into disappointment as you slowly start to realize the micro aggression in the comment.

"Well, I-i don't-um-" You jump at the feeling of an arm wrapping around your waist, giving Max a sad smile when you look in the direction of the arm.

"What's going on here?" Max uses his grip on your waist to pull you behind him, and switches to holding your hand.

"Max! Great race-" Jack goes to clap Max on the shoulder, be Max leans away, anger still consuming him.

"No, don't change the subject. What is going on? Why does it look like my girlfriend is about to cry?" Max relaxed the hand that held yours so you could mess with his hand, but still had a scowl on his face.

"I was just seeing what she had to say about-um-ha. You know what it's-" Jackson was starting to bail, motioning to Catherine to stop recording, which she does but she stays put, face enraged as she watches her boyfriend make a stupid decision.

"No, don't leave. Whatever you were talking to my girlfriend about you can talk to me about cause you were obviously upsetting her." You still held on to Max's hand, but the insinuation made during your conversation was already clicking, and you didn't like what you heard.

"Fine! She just acts so childish and ditzy! No one understands why you're with her!" With that final declaration, everyone within earshot and paying attention to conversation was shocked. You, though wide eyed, were hurt, a small seed of doubt now attempting to worm its way into the mental security you had in your relationship with Max, but feeling him suddenly jerk his right hand away room your grip provided enough of a momentary distraction.

"Fuck you." The two simple words were followed by a punch that dropped the guy. You hear gasps coming from multiple directions, making you guys realize you weren't the only one experiencing this, but this was the last thing on Max's mind. He looks up at Catherine. "Is he your boyfriend?" He was shaking out his hand, stretching his fingers and gingerly touching what will inevitably be bruised knuckles.

"Not anymore. I knew he was an asshole sometimes, but this is a new low." She shakes her head down at Jack, who was now being tended to by a nearby marshall who saw, and luckily heard, everything, and was nodding in agreement.

"Good for you." Max finally looks away from his hand to turn his attention to you. "Come on, let's head back." Max then reaches out for your hand with his currently painfully red right hand, which you grasp instinctively, planning to make the grip a bit softer, but having to hold on more as he whisks you back to the Red Bull crowd, putting you with Geri and Christian.

"Where have you been?" Christian's question was frantic and directed toward Max as Geri swipes caringly at your white blouse.

"Doesn't matter." The answer mildly shocks everyone, showing that Max is running on pure adrenaline at the moment. He looks back at you. "Are you okay?"

You nod quickly at his answer, sad and tired doe eyes looking up at him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Well…now I'm worried you might get sued." As you spoke Max gathered you in a tight side hug and kissed your forehead.

"I fucking dare them." He says this with a flat neutral face, and then a grin suddenly appears once he looks toward you. "Love you." He leans down to place a kiss on your lips.

"Love you, too" You responded, tipping your head up toward you to get one last kiss before Max quickly makes his way into the cool down room for the last few minutes, joining Lewis and Charles.

"Where have you been, man?" Lewis was stationed by the stand holding his helmet, taking a long swig of water after his inquiry. Charles sat silently in one of the chairs, uncaring of the number indicating who it's supposed to be, also looking at Max quizzically. Max puts a finger up and watches the cameras in the room, waiting for them to be shut off indicating that filming has now been directed to the podium.

"I had to help Yn with something. Someone was being an asshole to her" He stretches his abused hand, bruising already starting.

"You punched someone?" Charles gets up and heads to the exit so the three can head to the podium. Max doesn't answer the question verbally, just looks up from his hand at him and lets a satisfying grin replace the flat expression on his face.

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"Baby, you're never this quiet. And it's been since we got back." You were sitting on the couch in his gaming room that sat behind his sim set up, hyper focused playing Mario Kart on your Nintendo Switch.

"I- I'm fine. Nothing's wrong." You mumble your answer, only half listening to Max's concern as you play your game.

"Yn, turn off the game and listen to me." You just press pause and look up to your left to place focus on Max, but Max wanted your undivided attention so he walked around to sit next to you, plucking the game from your hands and turning it off. When you didn't protest, he knew something was really wrong. "You have not been yourself, Yn."

"What, I'm supposed to be "childish" and "ditzy" all the time?" You snap, crossing your arms and avoiding eye contact.

"That's what it is." Max nods to himself and then uses the arm that he had outstretched along the back of the couch to tilt your head onto his shoulder. "You can't let the opinion of one person get to you, Love." Though meant to be comforting, Max's words just annoy you, making you lift your head from his shoulder and stand from the couch, pacing back and forth.

"But it's not the opinion of one person, it's the opinion of multiple people, apparently. I'm not sophisticated enough. I'm not mature enough. I'm not classy. I'm an airhead." You fight tears that prick at your eyes after using your fingers to list off comments you saw online. Max gets up from the couch to stop your pacing, lifting your head with his large hands and kissing a tear that got away. "I don't want to be a bad reflection on you, Max."

"You could never. Yn I am not exaggerating when I say that you are the best thing to ever come into my life. Okay?" You nod, but Max was not content with the lack of eye contact you've continued to maintain. "Yn?"

"Hmm?" You finally look up at Max when he calls your name, a soft grin briefly appearing on his face before disappearing.

"You know, I don't think just telling you will do anything." You hold the eye contact and furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "I think that I am going to have to fuck into my lovely girl's head exactly how perfect she is. What do you think?" The grin was back, but presented more like a shit-eating grin. The confusion and anger you felt moments ago was brushed away, replaced by shock and arousal, and all you could truly do in the moment was nod. "You can be quiet now, but I'm gonna need you to speak up later on, okay?" Another nod from your blank faced head makes Max chuckle before kissing you again, harder, deeper, his tongue invading your mouth and, like a good little girl, you copied the motions, and when he pulled away you had a bright smile on as your teeth took hold of your bottom lip. Max could see in your eyes that your demeanor was softening, focusing on the pleasure that was incoming for you, but he wanted to go a bit slower, really wanting to emphasize the affirmations and confidence building that is supposed to take place. "Can I take this off of you?" You nod and Max slowly lifts the oversized shirt above your head, dropping it to the floor when he sees what’s underneath. A sheer pink bra with flower detailing, your nipples visible through the fabric. “What’s this?” Max was like a kid on Christmas morning, looking at a tree full of presents from the stairwell.

“I didn’t feel that great this morning so I put this set on because it's my favorite and makes me feel pretty.” You rock on your feet during your explanation, hands behind your back, pushing your chest out.

“Set?” You nod, gentle grin on your face. “Show me.” You follow directions, shimmying out of the tight shorts you had on to display the matching pink, flower detailed thong you had on. “Oh, you do look pretty, lovely girl. But you're always pretty.” Max gets an idea on the direction he want to take things. “You know what? Repeat that.” He grasped your hands, backing up to the couch and sitting down, bringing you in and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m pretty?” You twist your head to the side, lips in a small pout and face confused. Max runs his hands up your arms and brings them to your waist.

“Mhm. Again.” His eyes were trained on your breasts, bringing his right hand to your left breast to cup it and run his thumb over the nipple through the fabric of your bra.

“I’m pretty.” You say it as a statement this time, but still tainted with uncertainty.

“Yes you are. Again.” Max instructs, looking you in the eye, hand still fondling your breast.

“I’m pretty.” You say it with a grin this, breath hitching when his hand moves up to run along your entire boob.

“That’s my lovely girl.” You smile a little brighter at the accolade and subconsciously run your eye up and down Max’s torso. “You want me to take it off?” You nod, pussy clenching at the simple action of Max asking what you wanted from him. “You’ve gotta ask then, my love. Use your words.”

“Can you take your shirt off, please.” You squeaked out, then inadvertently bringing him closer to your chest when you begin to mess with your nails.

“Of course I can.” And so he leans away from you and manually removes your hands from his shoulders, which you subtly frown at, but the loss of contact didn’t matter once the solid build of your boyfriend’s torso became visible, hands magnetically drawn to his shoulder and rubbing down his back. “Happy.” You nod, the gentle grin settling on your face again. “Now, let’s see…” His hands go back to glancing over your sides. “You… are… intelligent. Repeat that.” His hands have now strayed to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m-ah-intelligent.” You do as you’re told, shock when you feel the pads of Max’s fingers drag across your clit, exposed since he pushed the fabric soaked in your juices to the side.

“That okay?” Max looks up at your wide eyed face and you nod, which prompts Max’s fingers to touch you, stirring up wetness that he uses to caress your clit. “Again.”

“I’m intelligent.” You place your hands firmly on Max’s shoulders as the sensation from your clit being stimulated had your knees starting to get weak and caused you to grind into Max’s hand.

“Yes, you are very intelligent, my eager little baby.” Max is able to stop you from rocking your hips and pulls away his hand, sucking your slick from his fingers. “You want my thigh instead? So you can rest those legs a bit.” You nod as you lower yourself onto his thigh, exposed since he was wearing shorts. You move the fabric of your panties to the side to be able to drag your clit along the muscle ridges of your boyfriend’s thigh, that sensation making you wetter which made Max harder, tenting his athletic shorts. “That’s my smart, pretty little horny girl. Get off on my leg, baby.” Max’s praise and encouragement makes you hump his leg harder, whimpering, trying to satisfy the amplified desire that resulted from his words. “Now, what can you think of to say, lovely girl?

“Can’t think…” You hug into the crook of his neck, still whimpering at the feeling, but Max reaches back to remove your face from his neck so you can look into his eyes.

“Yes you can. I know you can. Think…” The face that you had, mouth hung open, brows knitted together, only made Max harder as he waited for you to speak.

“I…am…classy.” You keep riding his thigh, moaning when Max bounces his leg once.

“Again.” His hands were back on your body, migrating back up toward your boobs.

“I’m classy.” Your words begin to slur and the motion of your hips more erratic and irregular.

“Good. Good job, lovely girl.” He looks up at your face, eyes closed and head rolling as you concentrate on the excruciatingly slow building climax. “What else?” Max had removed a hand from your body to push down the hem of his shorts and boxers down to free his dick, already dripping pre-cum on his stomach.

“I’m not an airhead.” You were whining your words now, hands past Max’s face and holding onto the back of the couch, pink sheer bra now taunting him.

“You’re not, my love. Fuck. I promise you.” Max runs his thumb along his raging pink tip then begins to pump himself, watching your flustered face intently.

“Maxie, ‘m gonna cum.” You brought your face back to his neck and continued the erratic pace of your hips, but your declaration caused Max to let go of his dick and use his hands on your hips to stop your movements. “Please…” This word was moaned from your lips, your endearing neediness making Max’s heart flutter, liking the fact that he’s the one satisfying your whiny pleas.

“Hold on, baby. Get up.” As you do, Max watches a string of wetness stretch from his thigh to your partially covered pussy. He then frantically pushed down his shorts and underwear, kicking them who knows where, and brings his hands back home to your hips, hooking his fingers onto your underwear but then removing them, grinning up at you. “You take them off, my love.” At this point all you wanted was to feel Max, inside and out, so you wiggle out of your thong, but as you reach back to remove your bra, the feeling of Max’s hand on your thigh stops you. “Keep it on if it makes you feel pretty, baby. But let me just…” Max reaches out to your breasts, pushing the pliable fabric out of the way, leaving your exposed boobs to be outlined by the pink fabric and the covered wiring of the bra.

“I look pretty?” There it went, your mind on the back burner as the only thing you can think of is getting on Max’s lap so you can bury his hard cock deep inside you. Max knew his words had to be careful now, as you were more sensitive in this state, but he still wanted to get it through to you that you were the only one for him.

“Yes you do, baby. Come here.” He brings you closer by your waist, holding on tighter as you climb on the couch, straddling him and then finally lowering down on him, whimpering at how deep he was and how full you felt. You tucked your head into his neck again, this time he gives in for a moment, not moving his hips at all, but bringing his fingers down to gently circle your engorged clit. “Come on, I want to see my pretty girl’s lovely face. Can you do that for me?” You nod into his neck and then slowly pull back to be face to face, eyes glossy and lips slightly parted, drawing Max in to kiss them. It was slow yet sloppy, and when you guys pulled back from each other, your lips were shiny from the spit. “Beautiful.” Max starts to slowly drag his hips into you, enjoying the fucked out face that you had even after just riding his thigh. Praises in English and Dutch came as a whisper from his lips, heads press against each other.

“Wanna suck on smthn…” You request between little whimpers, to which Max obliges by bringing his right hand to your jaw so his thumb could trace your lips before you opened your mouth for it.

“You look so pretty sucking on my thumb, bouncing on my dick.” While one hand was occupying your mouth, the other hand had a firm grip on your ass, helping you move up and down, but most of your movement was assisted by the slight bounce of the couch. As he watches the concentration you had, trying your hardest to get to that edge, he decided he wanted to give your brain something else to do. "Say you're pretty, baby." You initially go to take his thumb out of your mouth to say it, but he insists otherwise. "Say it around my thumb, love."

"I'm pwetty." You repeated, wide eyes boring into his, bringing your hands up to wrap them around his wrist.

"Good. Ah, fuck." Max stopped his thrusting for a moment but you didn't stop your bouncing, rocking your hips into his waist, getting well needed friction to your clit from it rubbing his pelvis. "Say-fuck-say your smart."

"I'm smawt." Again you repeated, this time face a bit more strained as your body gets to that familiar ledge.

"You deserve me, baby. I'm the one that doesn't-ah- deserve you." Max starts thrusting again, taking the hand that was on your butt and pushing locs that hung in front of your face behind your ear.

"I desewve you." You just mindlessly repeat the part of the sentence that you knew was for you, bouncing, chasing your climax.

"Fuck, yes you do baby. I'm so happy you're mine, my love." He removes his thumb from your mouth so he is able to use both hands to grip your waist to move you, and you whimper because of the emptiness in your mouth. "I want to hear all of the pretty noises you make when you cum."

"Wanna cum…gonna come-ah. Ah!" A quick succession of moans and whines accompanied your climax, it eventually all becoming too much, causing you to fall forward into his chest, still whimpering. Max pulls his dick out of you slowly, trying hard not to stimulate you past your limit.

"Shhh-shit-give me one moment and I'll help you, pretty girl. Just relax." He keeps one hand on your back, fingers running along your spine as he uses his other hand to finish himself off, letting out sharp breaths as strings of cum shoot lazily onto his hand. After he comes down from his own high, he starts to coo you back from your subspace, letting you know how well you did, reinforcing what he had you repeat earlier, asking what you wanted him to bring back from the kitchen. Once he feels you've come down enough, he fixes your bra then picks up your oversized shirt from the floor and pulls it over your head, then goes to clean himself up enough to put his clothes back on and comes back to clean you up and make sure you drink the water he brought you. The rest of the night you guys cuddled on that couch, deciding to just sleep there for the night, and Max held you tight to his body, trying to physically protect you from the words that caused you so much mental anguish. He laid there, thinking, and decided that when you wake up, he's suggesting you delete Twitter.

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rhey-007 · 5 months

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The Mystery of Love

Fernando Alonso family fluff

|| P6 of Fernando Alonso x goth mommy!reader

• | social media au

Summary: You and your family spend your first Christmas with new daddy.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, family fluff, female reader, Christmas

A/N: Enjoy another part of The Mystery of Love and another Christmas fic! 🥰🎄

If you'd like to be added to the tag list let me know! ☺

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TWITTER

USER

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS AND THE PARTY PHOTOS???? THEY LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER KZGSKDBHDHEHBDHXNF

•user1: when will they finally announce they're together????

→ •user2: hopefully soon or I'm gonna blow up

•user3: they are made for each other 😭🫠

•user4: I love how Nando's style has changed since he met Y/N, maybe you can't see it here cause he's wearing a plain suit ofc but overall if you look at the newest and older photos there is a BIG difference

→ •user5: right??? I've noticed it too!

→ •user6: he looks so hot 🥵

→ •user5: *they look so hot

•user7: the caption 😂

→ •user8: funny and true xD

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•y/n._.l/n: relax time after the F1 Christmas party 🥰🎄

•aussiegrit: it was a pleasure to finally meet you! Fernando is so lucky! 😍

→ •y/n._.l/n: it was a great pleasure to meet you too Markie!!! 💞

•astonmartinf1: thank you for your appearance :)) you two rocked the carpet! 😎

→ •y/n._.l/n: aww thank you 🥰🤭

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: of course we did 💁‍♀️💅

•susie_wolff: you looked gorgeous! 🤩

→ •y/n._.l/n: you did too dear! 😘💞

•user9: mother and father have SLAYED, they deserve the relax

→ •user10: they always slay 👑

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•y/n._.l/n: Santa Claus is here! 🥰

•aussiegrit: where his elf at? 🤨🧐

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: Klaus said it's embarrassing :((

→ •aussiegrit: then you could've called me! :0 >:(

→ •user11: imagine grumpy Klaus dressed as an elf xD

→ •user12: and Benny as a reindeer! 🦌

→ •user13: that would've looked so cute! :((

→ •user14: petition for •y/n._.l/n to put Benny in a reindeer costume!

•sebastianvettel: I hope our presents arrived! 🤓🎄🎉

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: of course they did! Benny loves his bee onesie! How did you liked ours?

→ •sebastianvettel: amazing as always! 😝😁💖

•user15: the pic we needed but don't deserve 😩

→ •user16: didn't thought Santa could be so hot 🥵

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•fernandoalo_oficial: two great guys and their beautiful mommy = my whole world 🥰😘💞

•user17: IS THIS THE OFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT???

•user18: STOP WITH THE SOFT/HARD LAUNCHING AND ANNOUNCE IT ALREADY❗❗❗

•lance_stroll: Merry Christmas for the fam! 🥳🥰🎄

→ •y/n._.l/n: thank you honey! Merry Christmas for your too! 😘

•jensonbutton: Man! You are sooo lucky! 😎😝

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: of course I am! 💪

•user19: I want them to adopt me so much 😭😩

→ •logansargeant: me too 😢

→ •y/n._.l/n: you already are pookie 😇🥰

→ •logansargeant: 🤩😍💞

→ •user20: mother is mothering once again 💃💅

→ •user20.1: soon she's gonna adopt the whole grid xD

→ •user20: didn't she already tho? 🤔

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•y/n._.l/n: the 3 most important man in my life dressed so nicely 😍 (for once...)

•user21: AAAAA THAT NANDO PIC JSDGENHFRJHR

→ •user22: live laugh love nando pics take by Y/N 🥵💖

→ •user23: she defo takes best photos of him!

•maxverstappen: Fernando finally looking like the gentleman he is! (Only to Y/N and kids but still 😂)

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: thanks mate! (Not true)

→ •maxverstappen: no problem! (True true)

•susie_wolff: boys looking exceptionally good! 😍

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: of course we do 😚🤭

→ •y/n._.l/n: at least once a year 🙄 ekhem •kl.au_s ekhem

→ •kl.au_s: ey! It's not true >:(

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•y/n._.l/n: Merry Christmas everybody! 🌟🎄🥟

•lilyzneimer: ahh! Beautiful photos! Mami is a professional photographer 😍

→ •y/n._.l/n: thanks baby! 💖

•lilymhe: it looks so cozy and warm... wish we could join you 😢

→ •y/n._.l/n: you're always welcome!

→ •user24: sooner or later all the drivers will come to Fernando's villa or Y/N's mansion and just start living there being a silly little family 😂

→ •user25: that would've been so cute omg 🥺💖

•fernandoalo_oficial: amazing time always spent in your company! 🥰🥵

→ •user26: 👁👄👁 Fernando... What. Is. That. Emoji...

→ •lance_stroll: sorry for grandpa, his finger slipped

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: ey! I told you not to call me grandpa! >:(

→ •lance_stroll: sorry pops 🤭💚

→ •user27: Lance calling Fernando grandpa will never not be funny 😂

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•y/n._.l/n: meine Jungs 🥰🤩 (my boys)

•user28: I love how Klaus is finally at peace with Fernando!

→ •user29: I wonder what happened 🤔

→ •user30: I bet Nando bought him something expensive lol

→ •user29: and I just think he grew up and realized Fernando is the best man for his mom 😇

•user31: AAAAAH LITTLE BENNY AND NANDO PLAYING HOCKEY NSBYXJWNFJR I can't 😭💞

→ •user32: we need an hour long video of them playing or just skating 😭🤚

•user33: love how Klaus fell asleep on Fernando

•user34: OMG FERNANDO AND BENNY HUGGING 🥲🥰😍

•kellypiquet: so cute! 🤩 Penelope would love to learn skating but Max can't either and I'm busy 😥

→ •y/n._.l/n: we can take them with us next time! It's not a problem! ☺

→ •user35: smdhuendbdjzy future content 🤩

→ •user36: I want to see Nando try learning Max how to ice skate and Verstappen constantly falling XD comedy gold 👌

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Motorcycle Man

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Biker!Joel AU)

Warning: 2,062

Summary: You and Joel finally find the time to get away to the beach.

Author’s Note: Here he is again! I love him so much and after last nights Met Gala I’m just losing my mind. Hope you enjoy and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: it’s soft and sweet and fluffy and lots of fun and flirty!

The below edit is NOT MINE: it was graciously done by my love Ellie @mrsmischief209 and it’s so beautiful and perfect and I love it and thank you so much!!!💕💕 He’s a dream! 😍

Joel Miller Masterlist

“Hey darlin,’ hand me that socket wrench will ya please?”

“Darlin’.”

You don’t hear a word he’s saying, your eyes locked on the large hand he’s holding out for the wrench, strong with long fingers and big knuckles and veins popping across the top.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Huh?” you answer, blinking. “Oh yeah, sorry. What did you want?”

He stands from his kneeling position by his bike and studies you with narrowed eyes.

“I wanted you to pass me the socket wrench sweetheart.”

“What’s that again?”

Joel frowns before grabbing the wrench and holding it up.

“This one. You know what it is. You knew it perfectly after the last time I showed you.”

“Oh right! Of course,” you say with a dismissive wave of your hand.

At his continued frowning you blurt out, “I was staring at your hands.”

His lips part in surprise. “What?”

“I was distracted…that’s why I didn’t pass the wrench. I noticed you have hands.”

“Darlin’” he murmurs as he steps into your space and amusement dances in his eyes.

“You’re right about that. I do have hands.”

He lifts his hands in front of his body and wiggles his fingers playfully.

“Joel,” you huff with a roll of your eyes. “I mean you have nice hands. I love your hands. In fact…they’re one of my favorite things about you.”

“I have nice hands,” he repeats, backing you toward his bike with a sexy smirk.

You hit the seat with a start before grabbing the leather.

“Thought my sunny disposition would have been your favorite thing about me,” he states, clearly holding back a full-on grin.

“You’re a total grump,” you say quietly, eyes falling to his lips, “but not with me.”

You stare at his mouth then let your eyes wander over his beard, the small patches of gray hair causing you to drag your bottom lip over your teeth.

“What is it now darlin’?” he asks, his voice low.

“Nothing…just that…” you begin but trail off when he lifts you by the waist to sit on his bike.

“Go on,” he prods.

“I love your beard too.”

“I do have one of those.”

“Joel…don’t tease me.”

“But I love teasin’ ya darling. It makes you smile. I love when you smile.”

“You’re supposed to be fixing your bike so we can leave for our trip,” you tell him.

You push on his chest but he doesn’t stop his advance and once he’s settled between your spread legs he smooths his hands along your curves and slips his fingers under your shirt to feel your skin.

“We aren’t on a schedule,” he murmurs before his lips press to your throat.

Your fingers curl into his tee shirt and you crane your neck back.

“But if we don’t fix it soon we’ll miss time at the beach and…” you breathe out.

His thumb slides across your jaw to pull your bottom lip free from your teeth and he brushes his lips to yours.

“Still plenty of time for you to enjoy my hands,” he whispers against your mouth, “and my beard.”

Carrying only your beach bag you head down the sand, Joel behind you with everything else.

“I can help,” you say as you turn to look at him.

“I’m good sunshine. Just keep walking, I’m enjoying the view.”

You roll your eyes playfully but do as he asks while adding a little extra sway to each step.

The beach is fairly busy, blankets and umbrellas dotted along the stretch of golden sand, but you find a small spot not close to anyone and drop your bag.

Joel steps next to you and unceremoniously drops everything else onto the sand then grabs your ass. You squeal and swat his hand away but he grabs you around the waist and drags you into his chest for a kiss.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “Couldn’t help it.”

Once your chairs and the umbrella are set up you sit and let out a contented sigh, looking out over the blue-green ocean under a cloudless sky, the soft sand sparkling white-gold and the gentle waves kissing the shore.

A large hand closes around yours and a calloused thumb grazes your knuckles.

“It’s so beautiful,” you muse, turning your eyes to him.

He smiles knowingly and brings your hand to his lips. You sit in comfortable silence for some time before he asks, “want to go for a walk?”

“I’d love that.”

You grab your bag and search for your sunblock, wanting to cover up before you go and when you look back at Joel, he’s shirtless.

“You need sunblock,” you say, eyeing him.

“So do you,” he responds, his eyes glittering even behind his sunglasses.

You move behind him, his broad back stretched before you, smooth tan skin over toned muscle and one tattoo on his right shoulder and another lower on the left side.

After warming the sunblock in your hands you press your palms to his strong back and smooth the lotion over his skin. When you slide your hands up to his shoulders you being to knead your fingers and thumbs into his tight muscle.

He grunts. “Fuck darlin,’ feels good.”

You push harder, working out the knots.

His sound of deep pleasure makes you smirk and you continue to massage him. You lean closer, pressing your breasts to his back.

“You’re asking for trouble sunshine,” he warns, turning his head to meet yours for a kiss.

You pull away but only so you can throw him a wink before finishing his sunblock. You take your time and pleasure in doing his arms and chest even though he can do them himself and when it’s your turn his grin turns wicked.

Just as he rubs his hands together, covered in lotion, you hear a shrill female voice and it jolts you from your moment. You glance in front of you and see a woman you don’t know, walking toward you.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hey,” she answers, glancing at you dismissively before turning her full attention to Joel.

“Do you think I could borrow your sunblock?” she asks with a saccharine tone.

You glare at her in disbelief but your eyes slide to Joel to see his reaction.

His lips twitch and you know he’s fighting to suppress a laugh.

“Darlin’?” he asks, turning to you. “Do we have enough to spare?”

“We should,” you answer, turning to the woman. “I can bring it over as soon as we’re done.”

“Oh,” she says, finally turning back to you. “I didn’t realize you two were together.”

You guffaw under your breath, crossing your arms over your chest defensively then notice that Joel’s grin is wider now.

Ignoring her disregarding attitude you smile brightly. “I’ll bring it over as soon as my husband is done.”

Joel nearly chokes on his laughter but quickly covers it up with a clearing of his throat.

The woman throws you a strained smile and mumbles out a “thanks” before walking back to her blanket and her friend who has been watching the scene unfold.

Silence reins between you until she’s out of ear shot and then Joel bursts out laughing.

“Oh my god!” you seethe quietly.

Joel tries to cover his increasing chuckles.

“Oh…” you mimic in a cringy voice, “I didn’t realize you two were together…”

Your hands drop to your sides. “Is she fucking kidding me!”

Joel’s expression softens. “You called me your husband.”

“Well,” you start, suddenly feeling nervous. “I just needed to stake my claim. I don’t want her thinking she can come over here and steal you from me! A woman sees a hot man with tattoos and jewelry and well…”

Joel moves behind you and presses his large hands to your back, lining his body up with yours as close as he can while still being able to rub the sunblock on you.

His lips meet the shell of your ear as he caresses your skin.

“Darlin,’ there’s no woman on this planet that could take me away from you and I promise you that. I’m yours and if you want me forever, I’d gladly take that too.”

You shiver despite the warm sun and whisper his name, at a loss for more than that.

He makes sure to cover every inch of your exposed skin, paying close attention to the areas around your ass and chest not covered by your suit, claiming he doesn’t want you to get a burn…anywhere.

“Guess I have to go deliver this to your girlfriend,” you tease, holding up the bottle of sunblock.

“Want me to do it?” he asks.

“NO!” you say adamantly, then add more quietly, “I don’t want her getting another eye full. If she’s gonna look she can look from afar!”

You can still hear Joel’s laughter as you walk away and toward the woman and her friend, two pairs of lips pressed into a thin line as you approach.

“Here you go,” you say cheerily. “No need to return the bottle. My husband said he has another bottle on his bike.”

“The motorcycle parked up there is his?” the friend asks as she leans forward.

“Yep,” you say, popping the p before waving and turning on your heel to walk back to Joel.

Joel watches you the whole time and the moment you’re in reach he grabs you and wraps you in his arms.

“All good?” he asks as he runs his nose along the curve of your shoulder.

“Yes,” you gasp. “But when I told them you had extra sunblock on the bike I thought they were gonna lose it.”

You pull back to look him the eyes, using a sensual and breathy tone when mocking, “the motorcycle parked up there is his?”

You then proceed to swoon in his arms, laying over them and fanning yourself.

“Mm women love the bike,” he snickers.

“Yeah well…,” you pout.

“No one else is getting a ride but you,” he says softly but assuredly.

One of his hands slides down your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine until they settle just above your ass.

“Are you trying to put on a show?” you giggle.

“Nah, just can’t keep my hands off you.”

You give him one more kiss before taking his hand and pulling him down toward the water. The wind is salty and warm but the water is cool at your feet as they sink into the wet sand.

In the middle of your conversation a gust of wind picks up the hat from your head and whips it off, sending it rolling down the beach.

“Shit,” you mutter before taking off after it.

It continues to bounce down the sand toward a guy running on the beach. He sees it and grabs it before it flies into the water.

“Thanks,” you call then you slow down as you get closer.

He’s young and handsome and shirtless.

“Good thing I was running this way,” he says, barely out of breath.

You take your hat from him and he grins.

“Yes, thank you,” you say again.

“Just visiting?” he asks.

“Actually yes, I’m on a little getaway with…”

You don’t finish the sentence because Joel rushes up behind you and says, “her husband,” in a deep and possessive voice.

“Ah, I see,” the guy says with a smirk. “Well, you two enjoy your time and keep hold of that hat. I’m not running back this way.”

With a playful wink he waves goodbye and jogs off.

“What was that?” Joel asks, hands on his hips.

“That was the guy who grabbed my hat before it flew into the ocean,” you state nonchalantly.

“Uh huh,” Joel grumbles. “He also couldn’t stop his eyes from looking over every inch of you.”

“Oh you mean like your girlfriend back there,” you counter, trying not to laugh. “Jealous…husband?”

“I’m really lovin’ the sound of that,” he growls.

“Of course you do,” you tell him, lowering your lashes.

“I know what I’ve got and I know other men want it,” he says as he reaches out to pull you into him.

His hands move down your waist, tracing the curve of your hip before pulling you deeper against him, his body hard and warm. Bending his head toward you, his lips a whisper from yours, he murmurs, “but you belong to me.”

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ilovemarkhamill · 2 months

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#he’s hot and I always wanna run my fingers through his gorgeous locks #70s hair on guys is my weakness I freaking swear #young mark hamill #luke skywalker #a new hope #empire strikes back #his eyes are so beautiful and big 😍🥰

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skz317cb97 · 1 year

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Finger Painting

Hyunjin x Female reader

Word count: 5.3K drabble shmabble🤪

Synopsis: Hyunjin asks you to help him with an art project. He needs a super special canvas... you.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Okay so I'm a closet whore for Hyunjin (was it really closted?) This is the last part! 👀 It's filthy I hope you love it! If you do please reblog, comment, like scream in my ask box whatever. Love hearing from you all! 8/9

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! It would be easier telling you what it doesn't have but I'll try 🤣 Cursing/strong language, body painting? dom Hyunjin/sub MC, lots of dirty talk, praise/pet names (beautiful, gorgeous, goddess good/bad girl etc you get the idea Hyunjin says whore but isn’t calling MC one if that makes sense lol), rough sex, hair pulling, breath play/choking/gagging, finger fucking/masterbation, oral (m&f receiving), face sitting/riding/fucking, sex toys (vibrator), deep throating, cum shot, cum eating, ass play/eating (m2f), spit play (a little), punishing/spanking/clit slapping, safewords/taps (explained but not used), overstimulation/forced orgasms/multiple orgasms, squirting, Hyunjin takes pictures while fucking MC, unprotected piv sex (use protection please), cream pie, cum play (quite a bit). For fucks sake I think that's everything 🤷🏻 If I missed something please let me know and we can both be shocked together lol. No really if I missed anything please do let me know so I can add it asap!

After you paid for the pants and Jeongin got dressed you both made a hasty exit from the store before anyone suspected anything. Once you were all clear you both burst out into laughter as the adrenaline from what you’d just done disiappated. Jeongin moved stray hair out of your face and kissed you softly. You leaned into it smiling.

“That was so much fun noona.” You smiled nodding in agreement still catching your breath a bit.

“It was! I’m so hungry now!” Jeongin giggled.

“Me too!” You grabbed his hand pulling him towards the food court.

“Come on Innie lets refuel.” You pulled him close to whisper in his ear so only he could hear you.

“Then we’ll get out of here, go back to mine and I can put that teddy on for you again.” You licked the shell of his ear and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He looked at you with wide hopeful eyes.

“REALLY?!” You nodded laughing.

“On one condition...”

“Anything!” He said eagerly. You smiled sweetly and leaned into his ear again.

“Want you to bend me over and make me scream your name then unload all over my ass....” He choked as you pulled back and gave him big innocent doe eyes.

“Can you do that for me Innie?” He nodded speechless his face tinted pink again.

“I... I think so noona.” You pecked his lips.

“Good boy.”

One week after your shopping excursion with Jeongin and one week before your next game night Hyunjin texted you.

Jinnie- HELP! I need a canvas!

You- tf? what do you think I am an art supply store?

Jinnie- Seriously!

You- Seriously Hyunjinnie what do you expect me to do?!

Jinnie- The subject is body painting.

You- 😳 Oh! Uh... one of the guys can’t or something?

Jinnie- This week is our female models next week is male, Felix already said he’d do it.

You hesitated. You didn’t think you could strip to your undies in front of strangers and let Hyunjin paint your body.

You- I don’t know Hyunjin body painting in your class...

Jinnie- NO! It would be in my studio, I paint you and take pictures it’s a whole mixed media kind of thing. It would only be me and you. Please there’s no one else I can ask 🥺

You- Damn you and that emoji. Okay when do I need to be at your studio?

Jinnie- Uhh... 30 minutes?

You: JINNIE! Wth!

Jinnie: I’m sorry I was busy and meant to ask sooner! You can do it still can’t you?! 🥺🥺

You: goddamnit. I’ll see you in 30 minutes.

Jinnie: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU GODDESS QUEEN I LOVE YOU!

✨️❤️ 😍🥰😘❤️✨️

Goddess? You could get used to hearing Hyunjin call you that you thought. Wait. Fuck.

Thirty minutes later you were knocking on the door to Hyunjin’s studio. He answered and smiled that big dumpling smile of his, his eyes scrunching up.

“Oh thank you y/n you really are saving my ass.” You nodded. Refrain from thinking about his ass you thought to yourself.

“It’s really no problem Hyunjinnie you just gave me an excuse to skip spring cleaning today so you’re kind of doing me a favor.” You laughed and walked further into the studio looking around at all the canvases some complete, some works in progress, all of it beautiful chaos, typical from these men really.

“So where do you want me?” Hyunjin smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Jeeze pervert I still have my clothes on.” He laughed and pointed over at a drop cloth off to one corner. You walked over and turned facing him.

“I wore just my regular cotton bra and panties they aren’t expensive so I don’t care if you get paint on them...” Hyunjin walked over and helped you with your zip up hoodie as you slid it off.

“Oh... uh... well I won’t have to get paint on them.”

“Oh really ok-” You started to take your shirt off over your head as Hyunjin folded your jacket and set it aside.

“You’ll have to be completely naked for this, sorry if I wasn’t clear about that.” You turned and looked at him, blush already creeping up your chest and neck.

“N-naked?” Hyunjin hummed nodding.

“Mhm... is that okay?” He took your shirt from your hands folding it and setting it with your jacket. You shook your head up and down.

“Yea?” Hyunjin asked again. You answered.

“Yea Jinnie that’s okay.” You answered shyly. You could feel yourself flushing with arousal and you tried to get a grip. He’s an artist, a painter, a professional, so he needs to paint your nude body, whatever, no biggie. Hyunjin’s beautiful eyes looked into you as you stood there. You took in all his beautiful features. His full pouty lips, the beauty marks under his eye and on his cheek, his expressive eyes. Hyunjin licked his lips and you snapped out of your daze realizing you were staring. He cleared his throat and looked down.

“Pants.” You nodded

“Right pants.” You unbuttoned your jeans pulled them down and stepped out of them. Hyunjin bent down and picked them up his eyes closely scanning your body as he stood back up. You could feel the tension mounting between you but Hyunjin just carried on folding your pants and adding them to the pile. You stood there in your panties and bra your body burning. Hyunjin smiled sweetly at you.

“Do you need help?” You studdered like a fool.

“Uh... um... h-help?” He nodded, same sweet smile still fixed on his face so innocent.

“Yes, go ahead turn and I’ll unhook it for you...” He spun his finger around and you turned as if controlled by that one long finger. He walked up behind you and pushed your hair over your shoulder. He leaned in smelling your sweet perfume. You could feel his breath fanning across your skin he was so close. His fingers deftly worked at the hooks of your bra unhooking them. He slid the straps down your arms his finger tips causing goosebumps to errupt all over your body. The piece of fabric fell to the floor and Hyunjin bent over again to grab it. You turned and Hyunjin was eye level with your sex. He stood straight in front of you again his eyes baring down on you, like it took everything in him not to take you right then and there. You had to look away his gaze was so intense as he chewed his plump bottom lip.

“Should I help you with the panties too?” He asked with an eyebrow raised, he tongued the inside of his cheek. You shook your head getting your thoughts in order, it was like he was hypnotizing you with his beauty, with his sentuality.

“N-no... uh no... I think I can get them.” He shrugged and turned to add your bra to the ever growing pile of clothes.

“Suit yourself then.” You pulled on the waist band of your panties and pulled them down letting them pool by your feet. When Hyunjin turned around you stood there completely naked... for him. Knees turned in hands coving yourself a little. That smile graced his pretty face again.

“A goddess. Do you know how gorgeous you are?” You could feel your face heating up. You shook your head. Hyunjin tilted his head confused.

“It’s why I picked you baby.”

“I thought there was no one else you could ask...” He picked up your panties off the floor and laid them with everything else.

“No one else worth asking...” He added. He walked over to his paints and started mixing a few colors together.

“I’m going to paint a gradiant, do you know what that is gorgeous?” You nodded.

“Smart and beautiful, check.” You couldn’t help but smile and look away.

“Are you still shy baby? I could undress to if it would make you feel better.” You giggled and shook your head.

“No, it’s okay Jinnie.” He nodded and contiued explaing his concept.

“So I’ll paint a gradient of these colors from the tip of your toes all the way up to your neck.”

“Not my face too?” He shook his head and... his eyes... god.

“I could never cover that face, even if I get marked off for it, I could never cover a work of art with finger paint.” You couldn’t keep eye contact, you glanced down at the floor smiling like a fool.

“Oh..” Was all you managed. Hyunjin dipped his hands in the first color and walked up to you. When he stood right in front of you he knelt down and looked up. You looked into his eyes, why, why did you look into his eyes. You were locked again.

“It’s eaiser if I use my hands, is that okay?” Hyunjin softly smoothed paint over your feet and up your ankles. You could feel yourself flush and you hoped you didn’t start dripping down your leg while Hyunjin painted you. You nodded.

“Mhm.” He nodded back and started rubbing the color up your calves, his hands only left your body to dip into the next color. He ran his big hands up the back of your thighs spreading and mixing the two colors. He stood up in front of you his eyes baring down on you. His hands slid up just below your ass cheeks and slid towards your wet cunt, then stopped and pulled back. You let out a little disappointed breath and Hyunjin had to hide his smile. He rubbed the paint all over your ass cheeks, then down the front of your thighs and dipped his hands in the third color before walked behind you.

“Sorry I kinda have to...” Instead of finishing his sentence he reached around and cupped your entire pussy with is big hand and started softly rubbing, spreading the paint. You leaned your shoulders back into him a bit as he massaged your cunt then his hand moved up and spread the paint up your waist. That time you did nothing to hide your disappoint groan. Hyunjin smirked and dipped his hands into the fourth color smoothing it over your back and and tummy. He dipped his hands in yet another color and palmed both of your tits playing with them spreading the paint, then he pinched your nipples hard.

“Ow.” He pushed that pillowy bottom lip out at you.

“Sorry baby they need to be hard for the photos.” You scoffed.

“You’re still painting...” He nodded.

“You’re right!” He dipped his hand into the last color and quickly covered the rest of your chest, shoulders, and neck. The paint felt cool on your body. Once you were covered Hyunjin washed his hands and grabbed his camera. He started to explain how he wanted you to pose and got you into position the angle he chose to take the pictures at was, invasive to say the least. He got you on your knees for another pose sitting up straight he laid down under you with his camera and took several shots of your painted cunt, his camera was so close you clenched and Hyunjin licked his lips as he clicked and moved out from under you. You fell over on all fours and let out a indignant sigh. Hyunjin put his camera down and walked over.

“Why are you pouting beautiful?” You looked at him and your face softened. You shook your head.

“Oh yes you are, you’ve been pouting the whole time. You think I didn’t notice?” You shook your head again biting your lip.

“Oh I did pretty, I noticed that little lip...” He ran his thumb across it and you took it between your teeth again.

“You liked it when I rubbed your cunt didn’t you.” Your eyes got wider with excitement and you nodded.

“I did Jinnie... want you to rub it more... want you to make me cum... “ You tried not to whine but he’d teased you for so long. He cooed at you.

“Oh baby be careful what you ask for...” Suddenly the air changed and he grabbed you by the throat.

“You just might get it.” His eyes trailed down your body to your painted pussy. You let out a strangled moan.

“You like your new necklace beautiful? Hm? You like it when I choke this pretty neck?” You nodded, unable to verbally answer but the slick gushing from you made that abundantly clear.

“Get on your knees again... like before.” He roughtly let you go and you did as you were told. Hyunjin laid down and slid his head between your legs again.

“Go on sit on it.” You hesitated, you were covered in paint you voiced your concern.

“Jinnie the pai-”

“Did I mention that this is edible?” Hyunjin spanked your ass hard and pushed you down.

“I said sit.” His mouth made contact with your throbbing clit and immedietly started sucking on you, his hands gripping your hips urging you to grind against his face. When you did he hummed out pleased with your performance, he loved being smothered by your cunt. He spanked your ass again and you clenched and continued to roll your hips over his face while his thick lips worked miricals with your pussy. Hyunjin sat up quickly and suddenly you were on your back with your legs over his shoulders spread open for him, both of you covered in paint now. He looked at his meal in front of him and hummed.

“Hmm missed a spot.” Hyunjin’s tongue started circling your asshole before he buried his face in your ass and started eating you properly.

“Ji-Hy-oh fuck Jinnie please yes!” He pulled back and let spit trail from his lips down your ass before licking it back up and eating your cunt completely ravenous. Your thighs squeezed around his head.

“Hold my head baby fuck my face hard.” You did as your were told and grabbed handfuls of Hyunjin’s hair pusing his face into your cunt as your hips grinded arcoss his tongue and lips. Hyunjin let you ride his face as he hummed and sucked on every bit of you, until you came hard screaming his name.

“HYUN-HY-HYUNJIN FUCK YES EAT IT FUCKING EAT IT! GOD FUCK YES JINNIE!” He gently nosed at your clit and licked your glistening hole savoring your cum on his tongue.

“So sweet, like nectar, my goddess tastes like a delicasy of course.” You twitched from the soft kitten licks he was still giving you. He let your legs down and hovered over your body covered in a mess of paint now. His hand found your throat again, gently this time, he was completely different than he’d been just a moment before. Soft again, like his lips, that he pressed to yours.

“Why don’t you get a shower and meet me back out here yeah?” You nodded and he kissed you again before you ran off to his bathroom to wash the rest of the body paint off, edible or not, you were a mess. You turned on the shower and stepped under the warm stream of water. You grabbed Hyunjin’s loofa and put some of his body wash on it, sudsing it up before rubbing it across your body that was still buzzing from the orgasm Hyunjin had given you. You rubbed the loofa down your body and over your sensitive cunt. You softly moaned and dropped the loofa, you started to rub your soapy pussy. Another soft moan fell from your lips as your finger tips ran over your clit. There was a firm knock at the door and you heard Hyunjin call through.

“You had better not be playing with my pussy. I’d hate to have to punish you for touching what’s mine.” Your pussy absolutely gushed hearing his possesiveness over your cunt. Your fingers deftly moved across your clit faster and you bit your lip choking back another moan, you were so sensitive it was going to be easy to push yourself over the edge again quickly, he’ll never know, you thought.

“Beautiful? Are you listening to me?” You came on your fingers and answered in a shakey voice.

“Y-y-yes I hear you J-Jinnie.” You rubbed your clit hard shuddering through the rest of your orgasm.

“Mhm.” He answered back. You quickly finished washing up and got out. You wrapped a towel around yourself and remembered that your clothes were all out in the studio. You walked out water dripping in your towel and found Hyunjin sitting on his bed off to the side. You started to walk towards your pile of clothes.

“I forgot to grab these.” Hyunjin tsked you. His voice was demanding.

“You won’t be needing them.” You stopped.

“You think I don’t know? Hmm? You think I couldn’t hear your juices as you fingered yourself in the shower?” You went to defend yourself but the look on Hyunjin’s face shut you up.

“I guess even a goddess needs punished some times, I told you to be careful what you asked for didn’t I beautiful? Hm? I told you not to touch what’s mine yeah? And you played with that little cunt anyway didn’t you.” You nodded admitting your deed. Hyunjin walked over to you.

“Thank you for being honest. I’ll keep it in mind while I’m punishing you.” He ripped your towel off and took in your soft, clean, naked body.

“Go bend over my bed, now.” You cautiously walked over to his bed.

“I said bend over beautiful don’t make me repeat myself.” He walked over to a dresser and opened the top drawer as you bent over his bed. He walked back over by you and pushed your down further then ran his hand up your back and softly rubbed your ass cheek.

“A few rules real quick baby so we’re all having fun yeah? If you don’t like something or it’s too much you say the word red and everything stops yea?” You nodded in understanding and he bent over you pushing his clothed hard on against your bare ass, thrusting into you pushing you down more. He leaned in closer whispering the next part in your ear.

“And if you’ve got your new necklace on or my cock down your throat and can’t talk three taps and it’s over understand?” He tapped your ass three times and you nodded. He spanked you hard suddenly and a delicious sting shot through your body

“Say it!” He shouted at you.

“I understand Jinnie.” He tsked you again.

“Oh beautiful, your Jinnie isn’t here right now...” You looked back at him.

“W-what should I call you?” He smirked and walked back over to the open drawer.

“You should not speak unless told to gorgeous, you’re being punished. Eyes forward.” You immedietly did as you were told and it made Hyunjin’s cock throb seeing you so obedient for him.

He grabbed a few things from the drawer and made his way around to the other side of the bed, in front of you. He started laying his ‘tools’ down in front of you to see. A paddle and a wand vibrator.

“You’re going to get both of these and when I’m done you’re not going to remember which was supposed to be the punishment.” You could feel your pussy getting wetter just thinking about it and you clenched. Hyunjin just so happened to make it around the bed to see your hole tighten.

“Oh you think you’re gonna like this huh? It is a punishment baby and touching what’s mine is a big no no.” The paddle slapped across your ass and you clenched again and Hyunjin tsked you. He spanked you again with the paddle a little harder but not enough to really hurt you by a long shot, just enough for your body to buzz and your cunt to clench again.

“You’ve been such a bad girl you know that?” You nodded and he spanked you again.

“Say it!” He yelled and you moaned out as he slapped your ass with the paddle again.

“I-I’ve been a bad girl!” He hummed his approval and leaned over you again his plump lips pressed to your ear.

“Such a bad bad girl...fucking Jeongin in a dressing room? Tsk.” He sat up and spanked you harder and you gasped.

“How did yo-” Another slap of the paddle.

“Did I ask you to speak?” You shook your head no and another sizzling slap connected with your ass.

“To answer your question, you weren’t the only two at the mall that day and the way you both ran out of that department store completely fucked out made it pretty obvious.” He tossed the paddle, stood back, and started taking off his clothes.

“Did you let him fuck you raw gorgeous?” You thought of lying for a second but your burning ass said to tell the truth, you nodded.

“Let him cum inside? Hmm?” You nodded again.

“Such a bad girl.” You thought he was going to spank you again but he started softly rubbing your sore, red ass cheeks.

“So bad... fucking in public... letting Innie fuck your hole and cum inside?” He tsked as he grabbed the wand.

“Bad girl. Lay on your back and spread your legs, show me that pussy.” You did as you were told quickly your ass still a little numb from the spanking your arousal coating the insides of your thighs.

“Listening so well pretty girl.” Hyunjin ran his fingers up your thighs tracing through your slick, rubbing his fingers together and smiling. He parted your pussy lips and started pushing two of his long slender fingers inside you. You let out a little gasp. He started pumping them in and out slowly. Working you towards your orgasm with every brush of his fingers against your g spot.

“Are you going to cum? Tell me.” You nodded.

“Y-yes, gonna gonna c-cum.” You managed to get out between breaths.

“Go on then... cum.” Your back arched as waves of pleasure crashed against you. You were breathing heavy as the buzzing in your cunt starting to die down. That’s when Hyunjin grabbed the wand vibrator, clicked it on and pressed it against your clit throbbing clit.

“FUCK!” It was instant pleasure and pain, it was delicious, you had to scream out without permission, punishment be damned.

“Well go on cum...” Your back arched again and you saw a whole galaxy exploding behind your eyelids.

“Hy-Hy-Hyun...” You panted out. He pulled the vibrator away and checked in with you.

“Red?” He asked and you shook your head no as you started to come down again.

“Good girl.” The vibator was pushed hard against your clit again.

“Another!” You shook your head, you couldn’t. Hyunjin pulled the wand away, slapped your pussy and pushed the vibrator against you again.

“I said another! Now fucking CUM!” Your whole body contorted as you came again screaming Hyunjin’s name.

“HYUNJIN FUCK HYUNJIN!” He smiled pleased with how absolutlely wrecked you already were, being no where near done with you. He pulled the wand away and let your body start to relax again. He softly slapped your clit a couple of times and pushed the vibrator directly on it yet again.

“We’re doing this till you squirt baby so you might as well settle in.” Hyunjin made you cum three more times before you started squriting. He tossed the wand and slapped your pussy harder, your juices squirting out of you with each slap. He pushed four of his fingers against your clit and rubbed hard as your cum leaked out of you like a river.

“Good girl, fuck! Such a good girl squirting for me like that, my fucking goddess I’ll happily drink you.” Hyunjin slowly massaged your whole pussy before he buried his head between your legs licking and slurping at your pussy, cleaning your juices off. When he stopped cleaning you he gave your cunt two more little slaps that made you jump from the jolt of sensitivity. Hyunjin crawled over you and kissed you as you laid limp and utterly fucked out.

“I’m not done with you yet gorgeous, look at me.” You opened your eyes somehow.

“I haven’t fucked this pretty little pussy yet have I?” You shook your head no.

“Are you wearing my cum anywhere?” You shook your head no again.

“That’s right baby so wake up cause you’ve got a cock to ride.” He kissed down your neck and chest then crawled off you and sat with his back against his head board. You climbed on to his lap and he reached over grabbing his camera.

“Okay if I take a few pictures of you bouncing on my cock? I won’t get your face.” You line up his cock with your tender juicy hole.

“Then how will you know it’s me when you jerk off to them?” Hyunjin bit his lip not expecting that response.

“Fuck beautiful you’re right, silly me. I can’t believe I even suggested leaving out the prettiest thing.” He wrapped his fingers around your neck and pulled you down by your throat face to face.

“That cute fucked out face you make when you cream for me.” He let go of your neck smacked your ass which was still numb.

“Go on ride it.” Hyunjin sat back a little and angled the camera to get the best shots. You slid down on his cock and he couldn’t help but moan.

“God baby, your hole is so fucking tight!” You lifted your hips and sat back down on his cock again and he clicked a couple of pictures.

“I have an actual goddess bouncing on my dick right now of course I need pictures.” Click click. He took more photos. Your cunt taking his cock, your tits bouncing, your mouth dropped in to a soft moan. Click click click.

“Grab your tits beautiful play with them.” Click click again. You grinded your hips against his as you squeezed and pulled on your nipples.

“Mhmm, now your pussy, play with your pretty little pussy for me.” Click click click click.

“Are you gonna cream on my cock beautiful.” You rubbed your clit and squeezed your tit hard nodding.

“Y-yes gonna cum.” He shoved his fingers in your mouth as your cunt sucked his cock in again and again. Click click click click. He took his fingers and and traced a wet trail down your to your throat. He grabbed and squeezed tight and you clenched hard. Your face started turning red. Click click click click click click. Your soft wet walls squeeze his cock as you came. Hyunjin tossed the camera for a minute and held you down on his dick with one hand still choking you with the other. He held you down firm on his cock as he twitched and blew his load inside you deep. He finished filling your cunt and laid you back.

Your hair was spread out on the bed, your arms out to your sides, your legs spread and Hyunjin’s cum leaking from your swollen cunt. Click click click. Hyunjin set the camera down again and started stroked his cock. You were sweaty, couldn’t possibly be more fucked out... you thought. Seeing you like that had Hyunjin’s cock rock hard again in no time. He pulled your limp body so that your head was dangling over the bed, the rest of you body stretched out in front of him. He grabbed your hair tightly and lifting your head and getting close to your face.

“Can you hear me goddess?” You choked out a yes.

“You’re gonna lay here and I’m gonna fuck your throat baby, you hear me?

“Mhm.” You tried to nod. He smoothed your hair away from your face.

“Good girl.” He stuck his fingers deep in your mouth making you open wide for his cock that he slid into your warm mouth, bottoming out in the back of your throat, making you choke and gag. He pulled out and his cock was covered in your spit, he rubbed it against your face.

“You like it beautiful.” You went to answer and he pushed it to the back of your throat again, and again your throat constricted around his tip as you gagged, this time not pulling out but gently thrusting deeper, your drool dripping down your cheeks. Hyunjin grabbed his camera and took a couple more pictures of you upsidedown choking on his cock then tossed it aside again. He leaned over and started fucking your mouth harder. He pulled out and you gasped for air, taking deep breaths in while you could. Hyunjin’s hand speared your spit across your face.

“So fuckin pretty.” He shoved his cock in again. He looked at your cunt and saw you dripping your arousal and his cum still squeezing out of you.

“Does getting your throat fucked like a whore make my goddess gush?” You hummed loudly around his cock trying to nod. He pulled out again letting you get more air.

“GOD YES FUCK MY MO-” Hyunjin pushed his cock to the back of your throat, grabbed the vibrating wand and pressed it against your throbbing pussy. Thrusting deep into your mouth, holding the wand down hard on your clit. You started squirting again and Hyunjin went fucking feral. He thrusted hard into your throat once, twice, three times and pulled out.

“FUCKING YES GOD YES BEAUTIFUL FUCKING GODDESS SPRAY ME!” He flipped you around so that your cum showered him and shoved his whole cock into your cunt at once, your juices still squriting and squeezing out of you. Both of his hands wrapped around your throat and he choked you as he rammed his cock hard into your juicy cunt still spraying your cum on him with every unforgiving thrust.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK! TAKE IT TAKE IT HARD FUCK YES!” He kept his grip on your throat with one hand and shoved four fingers in your mouth with the other slamming into you, the sound of wet skin and juices squelching every time his hips slapped against yours. He took his wet spit covered fingers from your mouth and rubbed them across your buzzing clit. You were in heaven a beautiful man choking you, fucking you, playing with your aching cunt. You came again, squirting for the third time.

“YES FUCK YES SOAK ME BABY YES!” Hyunjin screamed for you. He slapped your pussy with one hand while you sprayed him, holding his cock with the other as your quivering cunt tried to squeeze him out. He shoved it hard and deep inside you. You were shaking and convulsing, a moaning mess of your own cum. Hyujin pulled out your jucies trailing out after. He climbed up your limp twitching body, straddling your neck, tugging his cock and aiming for your face. You somehow managed to open your eyes and look up. When you saw him sitting on your face, jerking his angry red cock aimed at you, you just opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue waiting for a taste. He moaned and started coming on your face streaks across your tongue and lips, a he leaned closer making sure coat your whole face.

“Fuck yes!” He groaned twitching above you as the last of his load dripped into your mouth. He stuck the tip in.

“Suck it...” You did and he winced.

“Gently...” You softly sucked any remaining cum from Hyunjin’s cock. He pulled out of your mouth and rubbed the tip against your cum covered face, then took his hand and rubbed his cum all over your face.

“Only thing this face gets painted with is my cum.” He shoved his cum coated fingers in your mouth gagging you a little. You sucked his fingers as he pulled them out.

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Part 2 of the punk-rock band? 😍

Ya know, where the reader just puts Adam in his place after he constantly obsesses over him (In a way that he just tries to court him and get into his pants) and the reader just has enough of his bullshit and puts him on a tight leash (figuratively speaking or not, your choice) and teaches him a thing or two 🤭 Basically just Adam consensually pushed into a subspace and taught a lesson of how to behave and not act like a spoiled brat + how to nicely ask for something he really wants 🫶🥰

I fucking got ya babes, if ya want a part 3, lemme know bc idk why or how but somehow this turned out to be a lil more complicated and emotional than I wanted it to be.

Part 1

Love me like you mean it, a little bit harder now

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, anal sex, subspace, sub!Adam, dom!Reader, praise kink

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

After Adam had met you for the first time, had felt your touch through his robe and on his mask he couldn't stop thinking about you, you were on his mind all the time. Whenever he knew you were playing a gig, he was there, front row.

And all of that led to him ending up in your dressing room again. “The manchild is back,” you grinned at the first man as you entered the room, your crew had given you a heads up on it and secretly you thanked them for it. The guy was entertaining and dedicated, that you had to give him. Adam ignored that comment and as soon as the door fell shut behind you, he invaded your personal space, not that you really minded. Adam was the type of guy who'd act all tough to get what he wanted but in reality he was a tame dude, easy for you to handle.

The first man's eyes were glued to your body, mainly to your exposed chest. Oh how he loved the way that black vest made your body look, how he loved that you wore nothing underneath, body on display for his eyes to drink in. It was absolutely beautiful, you were beautiful.

“Sup pretty boy,” the grin Adam had on his lips was probably the cockiest grin you've ever seen, the sharp yellow teeth made it seem almost preditorically as he leaned his forearm against the door. His body was covering yours entirely - for a guy his size not exactly hard to do. The golden wings closed the cage on its sides, leaving you trapped, or at least that's what Adam thought would be the case. You lazily looked up at him, one eyebrow raised and your arms crossed over your chest, “Still behaving like a boy I see.” At that Adam huffed, clearly offended by the term. Him? Behaving like a boy? Up your fucking ass. “I should teach ya a lesson, baby, whatcha think?”

The first man had no time to even respond, too quick were your hands to grab a tight hold of his collar and switch your positions, now it was him who was being pressed against the door, his wings twitched in surprise and the air got knocked out of his lungs as his back hit the door. “The fuck you think you-” he almost choked on his words as you leaned in close, pulling him down a little by his collar so that your lips almost brushed against the surface of the mask as you spoke. “You wanna get dominated so fucking badly it makes you look incredibly stupid, big guy,” a sly grin was on your lips and your eyes flickered from his eyes to the edge of his mask, dear God you wanted this manchild to take that shitty thing off, you wanted to see his face, his every emotion. If he wanted to get fucked so badly, you could arrange that. “I don't know what the fuck you're talking about,” the first man responded, denial coated his voice heavily and you knew he was not only lying to you but also to himself. A man that labeled himself straight when he very obviously wasn't, nothing you haven't dealt with in the past. And none of them had ever complained about the sex being bad. “Oh,” you hummed sickly sweet as your hands reached to lift the mask off his head, the man in front of you froze, caught your wrists in a quick motion and held them in place. The panic he must have been feeling was written all over the LED face that shined at you, it amused you to a certain level and yet you silently questioned why he was so afraid of taking it off, he surely couldn't look that horrific. “But you do, you do know exactly what I'm talking about,” your voice was nothing more than a whisper, you tried to give him the feeling of a safe space, because while putting this manchild in his place was fun, sex only worked when both partners felt safe enough to commit to each other. You weren't gonna pressure him into things he didn't like, that wasn't your style.

“I-” his hands let go of your wrists as they dropped to his sides again, he lifted his wings a little in order to make him seem more confident - it did nothing to hide the uncertainty on his face though. You made eye contact with him as you slowly lifted the mask off of his head, making sure he was okay with it. And he let you. Once the hard material was in your hands and off of his head you couldn't help but drop it, the man in front of you had absolutely no reason to hide,he was the most divine looking angel you had ever met. The messy brown hair framed his face in the most perfect way possible and his golden eyes that looked down on you were filled with so many emotions. “I’m not taking it up the ass, I'm not fucking gay,” he managed to spit out - it sounded more like a question if you were honest, but whatever helped him sleep at night. “Of course you're not,” you agreed sarcastically as you stepped in a little closer, your wing slid underneath his jaw to tilt his head a little as your hand moved to his crotch, cupping his growing erection through the fabric of his robe, “Is that why you're hard for me already? Because you're not gay?”

And oh dear all seeing being, please let him die, Adam grunted as he tried to swallow the moan that dared to escape his lips, his dick twitched underneath your touch and the grin on your lips only widened as the first man stuttered nonsense. “Fuck you,” he grumbled through gritted teeth and tried to minimize his body's reaction as much as possible - to his own disappointment it wasn't much he was able to mask. “Oh no baby, you got me wrong,” you hummed sweetly, a little too sweet if you were to ask Adam. And he raised an eyebrow at you as his cheeks flushed a little. Suddenly the hand on his dick wasn't just pressing against the muscle but slowly started to stroke him through his robe. Oh fuck, Adam wished the fabric between your touch and his dick would magically disappear, would it be inappropriate to snap it away? Maybe. “You’re not fucking me today,” you continued to speak, he tried to focus on you, on the words you were speaking. But he only caught every other word - every important word for him. Fucking today. Sounded good in Adam's ears. “I’m going to fuck you.” That was something Adam caught completely and his body stiffened at the sheer thought of it. Surely you didn't mean it that way, right? You weren't actually gonna fuck him, he had told you he wasn't gay after all, no way in heaven he'd take dick up his ass. And yet the thought sparked a little bit of curiosity inside of him. Would you be gentle with him, or treat you like he treated all the women he slept with? Ruthless and rough?

“And you're gonna submit to me,” that caused the first man to snap out of his haze, “What?” You grabbed the ridiculously high collar of his white robe tightly and dragged him over to the leather couches, pushing him down onto the larger one. He fell onto his chest and anxiety shot through his body, he suddenly went into fight or flight mode and immediately tried to get up again, this was wrong, this was not what he had wanted. He had thought about a quick blowjob or maybe - if he was lucky - he'd get to fuck your ass. But him getting fucked? Fuck no.

You placed your hand firmly between his shoulder blades and pushed him down again, the brunette turned his head sideways so that he could continue to breathe and he seeked your eyes, his were almost pleading, pleading to be released, to simply leave. But you weren't having any of it and Adam wasn't something you haven't had dealt with in the past already. You dropped on your knees, your face once again so damn close to his and yet not close enough to kiss your lips. Adam wanted to kiss your lips so desperately. One hand kept him down, the other stroked through his soft, brown hair. “Shush pretty boy,” you spoke quietly like your words were spoken only for his ears and his alone. “We both know you can be good,” you noticed how the brunette's hips started to grind against the leather at your words. Someone had a thing for praises. Good to know. “That’s it, that's my good boy,” you hummed with a warm smile on your lips as the hand that had been pressing him against the couch slid down his spine and came to rest on the first man's ass. Adam whined at your touch, tried to lean into it while he also desperately craved and chased friction. His breath hitched as you squeezed one of his ass cheeks playfully and hazy eyes locked with yours. The anxiety and fear was gone, the lust had flooded those feelings out of his system. “You can always tell me to stop, okay?” Ground rules were important and even though putting Adam in his place without any mercy sounded like a good thing, you wanted him to enjoy it as much as you would. “If something doesn't feel right you're gonna tell me immediately and we'll stop,” the golden eyes that were filled with lust and desire suddenly seemed to adore you more than they wanted to see you naked, like no one had ever told him that saying no is always an option. “Yes, Sir,” he mindlessly mumbled and a sound similar to purring left his body as you continued to pet his hair and massage his ass.

“Just look at how well you behave for me,” a small kiss was placed on his temple and he whimpered as your lips left his skin again, clearly needing your touch. His hand reached out for your body and you let him, wanting to see where this would lead you to. His fingers softly moved up and down your exposed chest, they pushed the jeans fabric of your vest aside to brush over your nipples. You chuckled deeply as you saw how mesmerized Adam looked as he touched you, like you were the most beautiful thing God had ever created and he got to touch it.

“Pretty boy,” the gentle spoken pet name made it right through his haze and his eyes snapped up to look at you. “Think you can keep up being my good baby?” His eyes widened a little at your words and a nod was quick to follow. Yeah, yeah he could be good. Good for you, good for the only person that mattered. You had given him the option to stop at every given point and his dick caused enough pain for Adam to be okay with trying it. If it wasn't his thing he'd tell you, that he could surely do. The first man wanted you, his body screamed at him to swallow you whole and he gave in, the walls inside of him shattered as he took a hold of the hand you had buried in his hair and moved it to his cheek, you were now cupping his face, watching the brunette leaning into it. Fuck he was cute like that, all blissed out and driven by lust and desire.

You lifted your hand off his ass and the whine Adam let out at the loss of contact was one of the most beautiful sounding whines you had ever heard. His face was scrunched up and while pleasure was definitely visible, so was need. This wasn't enough for him. Your hand slammed down onto his ass, the slap wasn't as firm as you had intended to, you had to test the waters first. You checked Adam's face for any kind of reaction, anything. His eyes were wide open, shock laid in them. “Adam?” you asked carefully, checking on your partner, he however ignored your question and once the M left your lips he responded, “Again.” So you did as he had asked and slapped his ass again, a little firmer this time. Two slaps turned into three and before you knew it the first man started to breathe heavily, nothing else was coming from him that heavy breaths and quiet moans whenever your hand came down onto his butt yet again. Each spank firmer than the one before.

Adam's mind was fogged up, he wasn't able to process any words that were spoken by you and yet he felt the praises going straight through his dick, making it painful to rut his hips against the couch. He needed a different kind of friction, he wanted to beg you for more but his body wasn't listening to him and not a single word was leaving his lips. His thoughts were full of you, you, you. You spanking him, calling him a good boy, telling him how good he was, fucking him. Oh he wanted you to fuck him silly.

“Adam?” you asked as both of your hands came up to cup his face, pausing the spanking for a moment to make sure the first man was enjoying himself. But. Adam didn't respond, his eyes were only half open and he was drooling onto the black leather couch, his hand has stopped touching you, it hung off the couch and Adam looked like he had just got his brains fucked out.

His cheeks were flushed, a deep red covered them and the flush went all the way down his throat. Had Adam gone into subspace from a little spanking? Apparently. You leaned in, your face only a few inches away from his as you softly praised him for taking it so well, “You are so good for me, baby, took it like a pro.” And then his eyes found yours and you went quiet for only a moment. Adam used that moment, his hand grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was lazy yet entertaining, the pace was slow and still Adam was quick to involve his tongue, he deepened the kiss by meeting your own tongue where your lips connected, his breathing only grew heavier. Your tongues fought for dominance and you knew he wouldn't win, he was too out of it, his mind too hazy. The first man turned around, now laying on his back as he continued to kiss you. The hand that had been stroking your chest before lifted you up, placing you on his stomach. You yelped in surprise which he used to his advantage to slide his tongue inside your mouth, he claimed it as his territory, you were his now - if only for the moment. “Fuck,” you mumbled against Adam's lips as you pulled back to catch your breath. The first man pulled on your hips, moved your body downwards - if only a little - to rut his hips against your ass, a loud moan fell from his lips at the sudden body heat of yours that covered his dick. He wanted more, needed more, eyes begging you in silence for what he desperately longed for. You let the brunette have it for a moment, he was too far gone to properly realize what he was doing. However when his movements grew greedy, you lifted your hips and slid down between his legs.

Golden eyes watched you curiously as you undressed him, careful not to hurt his wings, you took off his robe for him - that was trickier than you thought it would be considering that Adam was purely out of it, he was barely able to lift his hips so you could pull down his fucking underwear. You shrugged off your vest, threw it across the room to get it out of the way and then you got rid of your pants and underwear right after kicking off your shoes.

The brunette's hands reached for your hips and he lazily traced little circles against your skin as you covered your fingers in your own spit. Usually you carried a small bottle of lube with you but not today - why you didn't remember. Spit would do the work though, not as smoothly as lube but you'd make it work. The hazy eyes that were watching you looked happy with the view they got and you couldn't help but make a small show out of it. You lifted your hips a little to arch your back and with your own fingers in your mouth you moaned, eyes rolling back into your skin as your hips thrusted up into the air, needing friction just as much as Adam did.

When your fingers were wet enough, you gently placed your index finger against Adam's hole and you felt how he tensed up, how he denied any entrance immediately. You gently patted his hip, “Don’t you worry big guy I've got you, if you don't like it we'll stop, but give it a try.” And those words seemed to help because the man underneath you relaxed at least a little. You'd make it work. The feeling of your finger entering him was not as unpleasant as Adam had originally thought, it was actually okay, he could handle it. But soon impatience took over and he started to squirm, that was a signal for you to enter another finger, and so you did, a whimper of your name was your reward.

Adam was quite easy to stretch, his body gave in so easily, like it knew what Adam was craving, that the first man had been made to take your dick. Sooner than you thought you were able to replace your fingers with your erection and entering Adam was bliss pure, his thight, hot walls clenched down around you and you bit your lip to not spill your load immediately - fuck he was good. Your hands moved up and down his sides to calm him down, grounding the first man with your touch seemed to work quite well, the poor dude was touch starved through and through. “So fucking tight,” you grunted as you were slowly burying yourself inside of hin, he took it better than you had expected. Adam whined at your comment, his hands tried to grab your shoulders to pull you down to him but ĥe was too out of it for his body to work properly so he had to try a couple of times before he acually grabbed ahold of you and was able to pull you down, “Don’t fucking treat me like a weak bitch,” the first man mumbled, almost sounding annyed at your slow pace. Blissed out Adam was a version you liked better, that was for sure, when he was all heavy breaths and needy whines, a drooling mess for you and only you to enjoy. But whatever that cocky bastard wanted, if he wanted it rough you could definitely deliver that. So your hands moved down Adam’s sides on last time before you grabbed his hips firmly and started to pound into him, there was no bottoming out inside of him first to get him used to your size, if the first man wanted to be torn apart, to drown in pain and lust, then you would give that to him. His head fell back at that, the flush on his cheeks that also crept down his neck only deepened as spit drooled from the corner of his mouth. His hard dick was resting against his chest and seemed to be in desperate need of attention, so you sneakily wrapped one of your hands around it at the same time as your dick hit his prostate for the first time.

Adam screamed.

You were sure your band mates and the crew would hear him but you didn’t mind, it was some sort of trophy in your book, who could say of themselves that they made the first man scream from pleasure? You were quite certain that not a single person had ever gotten him to be that vocal. “That’s it Adam, lemme hear how good ya feel,” you placed a soft kiss on his chest, your hips kept moving at the quickest pace you could offer and considering that Adam wasn’t begging for more made you feel like it was enough to give him the pleasure he desperately wanted and needed from you. The hand around his dick tightened and Adam was visibly overwhelmed, he tried to match your pace, to meet both your dick and your hand half way through - it didn’t work out as well as he would’ve liked it to but it was enough. Enough to bring him so, so close to the edge, “So much, so fucking-” Your lips wrapped around his nipple and what was originally meant to tease him made him come undone. Because the second your soft, warm lips closed around it, his entire body tensed up, a violent shiver ran through it and then you felt the hot liquid that painted both of your bodies like a canvas. You weren’t done with him though, not until his insides were just as white as his own stomach, so you fucked him through his orgasm. His wings came up to cover his face - a move you didn’t approve of so you were quick to push the golden feathers out of the way, “Don’t even think about it, I wanna see your face when I mark you up from the inside.” Adam’s eyes watched yours, filled with greed and desire he nodded, “Fuck, yeh, just- ugh” He interrupted himself as he clenched down around you, offering you more friction as his own dick slowly grew soft again. And yet he wasn’t complaining about how you took longer than him - a thing you definitely thought would happen. Adam had given you the vibe of a selfish asshole when it came to sex, you were glad that impression had been proven wrong. “Gonna mark your bitchy ass as mine,” you growled as your pace quickened slightly, your thrusts started to become a little sloppy and breathing became harder as lust took over your body entirely and all you were able to do is to fuck him. Adam, who seemed to still be on a post-orgasm-high, whined at that, his nails dug into your shoulders lightly as he responded, “Yes, please.” And a plea from the first man followed by a moan of your name was what did it for you. The grip on his hips became bruising and you slammed your dick into him violently. And then you fell apart on top of him.

Your orgasm washed over you, causing your arms to give out which resulted in you falling onto Adam’s chest with a loud moan of his name that fell from your lips. Adam was quick to wrap his arms around your body, he wanted to keep you as close as possible. And when his wings closed themselves around the two of you, covering you like the warmest, softest blanket, you had to force yourself to pull out of him, had to rebel against the tiredness that lulled your body in far quicker than ever before. So you moved your hips backwards, a whine left both of you as you weren’t exactly happy with that - but you knew it was better than staying inside for too long. You crawled up a little, rested your head underneath his chin and let sleep take you as you listened to Adam’s steady heartbeat. The first man was already asleep.

When you woke up it was because of the cold that surrounded your body, Adam’s wings were no longer your blanket replacement and his body heat was no longer spending you comfort, the only way you were able to inhale his scent was when your nose pressed against the leather of the couch you were laying on. You turned your head to the side and watched as the first man got dressed. Of fucking course. “Leaving already, huh?” your voice sounded rough - not only because you had given a bunch of concerts lately but also because of the sex you had earlier. Adam flinched at the sound of your voice and gave you a quick glance as he straightened his robe, “See babes, you don’t do fucking boys, I don’t do fucking cuddles.” You sighed. You should’ve known it, should’ve stayed away from him before you got attached. “It was a good fuck babes, but I don’t do fucking love, only gets you hurt and shit.” You forced yourself to get up, and as you did your wobbly knees gave out underneath you. You were prepared to hit the floor but Adam caught you instead, “Jesus fucking Christ man, you need to be careful.” HIs face was so close to yours and while his eyes gave you a hint of annoyance, you also found worry in them. Still a little drunk on just waking up you reached for his face while his mask was still laying on the table and gently caressed his cheek. The first man seemed conflicted by that, he wanted to lean into the touch, to embrace and enjoy it, but that would show he got attached - just like you. But the decision on how to react was taken from him as you leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Fuck getting attached. The brunette kissed you back just as soft as he prevented you from falling by pulling you against his body.

“You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” you mumbled against his lips as you pulled away a little, ending the kiss - too soon for Adam’s taste, he could be standing here kissing you for all eternity. Beautiful. When was the last time someone had told him that with such honesty and without the intention of getting in his pants? He didn’t know.

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e4iphany · 2 years

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astrology observations 2 . . . ♡

note: thank you guys for all the love on the last post! stay tuned for more astro observations & please let me know if you guys want any specific posts ♡ also a little bit of nsfw in this post!!

⚰️ earth mars men seem to always go for younger girls. i’ve noticed it with so many celebs - mainly capricorn mars and virgo mars.

⚰️ am i the only one who has noticed that it seems like fire/air sign mars women are usually more dominant and fire/air sign men are usually more submissive? most people seem to say “ohhh aries mars men are so dominant in bed” when most of the times they’re the ones most likely to be more submissive

⚰️ people with their ascendants at a higher degrees, meaning most of their 1st house is not the same as their ascendant, may still feel very connected to their ascendant + the other sign in their 1st house. my 1st house starts at 29° leo and ends with 22° virgo. i have a lot of virgo like traits, as well as leo facial features / personality traits.

⚰️ you may also come off as that second sign — i.e a lot of people think i’m a virgo when they first meet me as i’m shy and quiet & other basic traits lol

⚰️ people with their moon opposite their sun/ascendant … are you okay? you always seem to be fighting multiple personalities and can never tell who you really are. your outer emotions don’t reflect your inner emotions & you typically fake who you really are.

⚰️ 10H synastry/placements in composite chart is so sexy because they’re literally a power couple

⚰️ moon in 7H natives… you don’t need to be in a relationship to be healed… FOCUS ON YOURSELF!!!!!!!

⚰️ gemini risings have such beautiful hands. beautiful everything actually

⚰️ speaking of weird obsessions, a chart with a combo of gemini and pisces placements get obsessed with things and can’t overcome them. addictive personalities!

⚰️ it’s pretty easy to guess a sun sign by their looks. pisces and virgos are probably the easiest sign to guess, next to libra. i might do a post going more into detail!

⚰️ don’t know where the idea that pisces mars can be switches in bed came from because every pisces mars i’ve met at first thought they were a switch and turned out to be a bottom lol. we like to act like we aren’t bottoms though 🖤

⚰️ if your synastry chart with someone doesn’t have any squares/oppositions/quincunx … it will be very boring and superficial. every relationship/friendship needs some dynamic and challenges to overcome. it doesn’t mean toxicity, it just means you’ll need to put in effort.

⚰️ pisces .. anything age SOOO beautifully. think jensen ackles, rihanna, cindy crawford, etc. mainly pisces sun & rising i’ve noticed. probably moon as well, but i don’t know too many pisces moons.

⚰️ 7H/4H synastry is like .. romcom / basic romance movies kind of love. 8H/12H synastry is like requiem for a dream / buffalo 66 / the notebook kind of shit lmfao. toxic but die-for-you kind of

⚰️ easiest way to see if someone has pisces in their big 6 is their eyes!!! literally all pisces placements have bigggggg eyes i can’t even describe them. pisces sun, moon & rising is more prevalent with this character trait.

⚰️ if their moon falls in your 4H/1H… good luck getting over them because it’s *not* going to happen

⚰️ north node / south node synastry is so …. 😍🥰😘😍😍😘 perfect. think winona ryder & johnny depp, her south node conjunct his asc & his north node conjunct her vertex.

⚰️ aries moons are such great friends. maybe it’s because i’m a sag moon, but 2 of my closest friends are aries moons & they tell me how it is in, they don’t sugarcoat and they’re real. i 🖤 aries moons

thank you for reading! and you thank you for all the love on the last post . . . ♡

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footballlover8 · 8 months

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Vs Model!Insta Au ||Pedri González Lopez

Warnings: hinting too some suggestive content.(let me know if there is anything else)

Requested:Yes/No

Fc:Adriana Lima

A/n:Not that good at writing Insta au’s! But I love finding pictures and stuff, so hope you guys like it regardless!❤️

@Y/n.PG04

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Y/n.PG04:Angel🪽

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Pedri:Mi hermosa Princesa!😍

Belengavira79:So proud of me niñita!

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Aurorapaezg:Beautiful baby sis!😍😘

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Fan7:She’s so pretty😍

Fan59:She doesn’t even really have too try🥰 She looks flawless regardless…all the pictures Pedri shares of her sleeping, she looks beautiful all the time!❤️

Fan43:Why does Pedri sound like a creep?

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@Pedri

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Pedri: ¿Cómo se ve tan guapa mi princesita?😍🤤 Estoy muy orgulloso de ti, ángel mío❤️

(How does my little princess look so beautiful?) (so proud of you my Angel)

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Pablogavi:please don’t ever put that drooling emoji and my sister together ever again thank you.

Pedri:You’re just jealous 🙄

Pablogavi:IT’S MY SISTER!????

Pedri:Omg you’re so stupid, you’re jealous because you can’t have ME

Y/n.PG04:que…?

(What..?)

Fan71:She’s just as confused as us…😭

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@Y/n.PG04

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Y/n.PG04:living in a fairytale💙

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Pedri:you’re an Angel😍

Pablogavi:A little proud, I guess…

Y/n.PG04:Love you too hermano!

Mikkykiemeney:Proud mother!😍😘

annalewandowska:proud of you guapa!😘

Fan44:How does she look so pretty????

Fan86:Just all the footballers casually liking y/n’s post….

Pedri:I hate it

Fan65:BAHAHAH PEDRI

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@Pedri

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Pedri:finally got the princess her little puppy❤️

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Pablogavi:You spoil her too much hermano!

Pedri:!!!?????? YOU DO TOO????

Pablogavi:Shut up

Fan5:AWWWWW!!! WHATS ITS NAME…?

Y/n.PG04:His name is Hugooooooo!🥰 Like João’s brother!

Joaofelix79:Why did you name him after my brother?

Y/n.PG04:Hugo is an adorable name!!!

Hugofelix18:Feeling honored🙏

Y/n.PG04:Your welcome☺️

Fan8:I love how Hugo got involved😭

Fan6:I love their relationship too much😍

Fan99:Gonna die if they don’t get married🥰

Fan2:Nice emoji association…😃

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@Y/n.PG04

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Y/n.PG04:I also get hard sometimes my g😃

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Pablogavi:Really hope that was a joke…for your own good @pedri…..

Pedri:Yeah…of course it was hermano!

Mikkykiemeney:Definitely not a joke…

Y/n.PG04:Definitely not

Ferrantorres:You’re in trouble big guy…

Pedri:Shut up!

Fan3:They are fucking adorable and a lil kinky at the same time…

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Fan7:Why is that so fucking cute?

Taia_belloli:IM DEAD GIRL😭😭😭

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Katrinefogtfriis:You did him dirty😭😭

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Daniterstegen:I think Your brother accidentally kicked a ball in my husbands face instead of your Boyfriends….he came home with a bruise on his eye😭😭😭

Y/n.PG04: @pablogavi !!! DID YOU SAY SORRY????

Pablogavi:IT WAS AN ACCIDENT AND YES I SAID SORRY…..

Pedri:Not only a bad aim at girls it seems….

Pablogavi:SHUT UP

Fan3:DYINGGGG

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@Pedri

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Pedri:Still Don’t know what princess treatment is but @Y/n.PG04 told me too write it as the caption🤷‍♂️

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Y/n.PG04:CUTIE PATOOTIEEEEE🥹🥰

Frenkiedejong:Even I know what that is…you’re an oblivious man.

Pedri:Then will you tell me what it is!???

Fan76:So cuteeeee! Omg🥰

Pablogavi:A little cute…just a little

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Fan5:Awwww, trying not too cry because he feels lonely!❤️😭

Mikkykiemeney:Sweetest couple on earth!

Frenkiedejong:Excuse me?

Mikkykiemeney:We’re married you idiot

Y/n.PG04:no emoji in the end hits hard…

Mikkykiemeney:❤️

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#football x reader #football x y/n #pedri #pablo gavi x sister!reader #insta au #pedri insta au #football insta au #pedri x reader #pedri x y/n #pedri x you #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri gonzalez lopez #Pedri Gonzalez lopez x reader #Pedri fluff #pedri fanfic #pedri one shot #pedri blurb

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Hear me out..DadGraves? your thoughts?

I have been summoned!!!! 😍

Dad!Graves is wonderful dad!

He will call his son "buddy" or "big boy" or "champ" (even if he is still young and small)

He will call his daughter "beautiful princess" "sweetheart" "sunshine"

When he will come back from deployment, your kids will wait for him on the porch.

Dad!Graves will hug them and ask if they were good to mommy?

He will enter the house holding them in his arms, then put them down to give you big hug and sweet kiss on your lips. He will spin you around, telling you how much he missed you and the kids will giggle.

Dad!Graves will have with all of you dinner and listen to the kids telling him stories of what you all have been doing when he was away.

The younger kid will tell him, how one night he wanted to eat icecream and went to kitchen but fell asleep there, and woke up scared and started to cry, so mommy came running to him and was hugging him all night.

Dad!Graves chuckled and said tomorrow everyone will have icecream and barbecue in the garden.

Dad!Graves made a small party in the garden next day, with kids running around. He will tell you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. The older kid will pinch the younger one and will say: Mommy and Daddy are so in love!! The younger one will giggle with happiness.

The kids will come to you and sit on Dad!Graves lap.

The older kid will tell him that at school they had to write homework about their favourite fictional hero, but she wrote about her dad being a real hero, a super soldier protecting his country. She loves her daddy the most in the world!

Dad!Graves will say that he is so proud of his daughter, kiss her forehead and pretend to check the grill, so he can hide tears in his eyes.

Dad!Graves will play baseball or american football with his kids, later taking them for shooting lessons ("promise me that you won't tell mommy that we are here because she will kill daddy" he will say with laugh)

Dad!Graves will spoil his kids with everything that they want, because that's why he works so hard so he can earn money for his family to live comfortable and not to worry about anything.

Dad!Graves loves to travel with his kids and wife and buy them souvenirs.

Dad!Graves loves his family and will always protect them!

I hope you liked it!! 🥰

#call of duty #phillip graves #commander graves #phillip graves cod #phillip graves x fem!reader #dad graves #phillip graves x you #phillip graves x female reader #graves cod #phillip graves fanfic

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chunnies · 1 year

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GRHEHEHEHEH i’m finally back baes😍😘😘😘😘🥰🥰😘😘😍

Summary: RE2!Leon x AFAB!reader . AU where leon is happy and nothing ever happened. So he is happy with his lover after his first day as an officer.

not proof read please don’t come at me i’m sensitive

AND PLEASE COMMENT YALL MY FRIENDS DONT TALK TO ME !!

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

“Wake up.” The woman gently woke her lover from his slumber. If she had a choice she would let the young man sleep longer. She knew if she let her feelings keep him in bed he would never get to work on time.

“I’m up..” Leon said, his hair tussled around, he was beautiful every morning, hell, he was beautiful all the time. He sat up and leaned against the bed frame and looked the woman in the eyes. He couldn’t help but smile every time he saw her. She was the most beautiful person in the world. Everything about her he loved, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. He loved her.

She leaned over from where she was standing and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

“Cmon love, shower and get dressed. It’s a big day!” She said in a cheerful tone. Her eyes lit up every time she saw him. She loved how beautiful he was, his dirty blonde hair. His blue eyes. His broad shoulders. His long legs, his calves , his happy trail. She loved him. All of him, not just him on good days, him on bad ones too. She has never loved someone like she loved him. He was perfect. In every single way. There was nothing and no one who could tell her different, but alas. She can’t stand there and stare at him all day. (Even though she probably could.)

He gave her a quick peck before sliding out of the bed. He stood up and stretched, muscles flexing in the process. Then he grabbed a towel and showered. She wanted to join him but,if she got in neither would be leaving for atleast a hour and a half. So, she made breakfast. She doesn’t cook much, usually it’s Leon doing all the cooking but,he had a big day ahead of him.

Fifteen minutes after he got in the shower he just as quickly got out, put his uniform on and headed to see his lover. When he made it to the kitchen she snuck up behind her and slid his hands between her sides, pulling her into a hug from behind.

“Hi, baby.” She said while looking over her shoulder. All he did was hum in response and kissed her. Slowly trailing down from her lips down to her neck.

“Not now, baby.” She stuttered out with small breaths.

“Why not?” He questioned her while still leaving small kisses down her neck leaving a hickey here and there.

“You’ve got work and i’m cooking..” *She said while flipping the pancakes that were in the pan onto a plate

“Fine, i’m not gonna be happy about it though.” He said while playfully pouting and sitting down at their table. As he did that she smiled at him and placed two plates down. Then she turned everything off and placed everything away. She then sat down across from him.

They ate in silence.

Not an awkward silence. A comfortable one. They ate while occasionally looking up at the other. They both finished and put their plates away. Leon put on his shoes and headed for the door.

“Have a good day, cariño.” She said before giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He left and she was just there. Alone.

She cleaned up the house a little while he was gone, washed the dishes, made the bed, did regular around the house cleaning. She had fallen asleep on the couch when he got off work. She wanted to surprise him by having dinner made, but her body had other plans.

He had been looking around the house for her and soon found her passed out on the couch.

“Baby…” He softly shook her awake. Leaving soft kisses on her cheek

She grumbled and leaned up. Looking him in the eye she couldn’t help but smile. She placed a kiss onto his lips.

“Welcome home, love.” She said as she put her hand on his cheek and her forehead onto his

“How’d it go, love?” She asked while leaning back

“Great, actually! I’m exhausted but, it was great. I just wanna lay down with my lover. Have you eaten? I got take out just in case.”

She smiled while hearing everything he had to say. “Good. I’m starving!” *She said before getting off the couch and placing one last kiss on his lips. She walks off to the kitchen and she looks for what he brought.

“Thank you. Much love.” She said while stuffing her face. He couldn’t do anything but smile and think about how he got so lucky to meet someone like you.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil vendetta #resident evil 6

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enhafilthandfiction · 1 year

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oh, im ok! thank you🥰(its a stomach ulcer but its healing now)

can i request a txt reaction where their fat!gf loses too much weight too fast because she literally cant eat anything so now she cant look at herself naked without crying?

TXT's Reaction to when you feel Insecure about your Body

A/N : That's good, I'm glad it's healing 💖 Thankyou for requesting, I hope I understood this request correctly and that I don't upset anyone in any way. If you're struggling with eating disorders my inbox is always open if you want to talk :)) And if you can, please eat, eating doesn't effect appearance or weight, remember that your gorgeous, pretty, beautiful, handsome and bombastic 😍

Check out my latest fic!

Pairing : bf!txt X Fem!reader

Warnings : Mentions of body image, food, reader not liking their appearance, lots of crying, slight angst, (not) eating, txt being very supportive and taking care of reader, Slightly suggestive in soobin's reaction!! Some cursing here and there.

Word count : 2,471 (about 500 words each)

Masterlist

★ Choi Yeonjun ★

"Y/n! Dinner is ready!" he yelled from downstairs, setting the table and waiting for you to come eat. He had been cooking himself lately, spending more time in the kitchen since he noticed you weren't eating as much.

He thought maybe you were finding it difficult to cook or maybe you just didn't know what to eat. This evening he made your favourite, in hopes that you would eat something. But when you gave no response and didn't show up at the table, he got worried.

He rushed upstairs and knocked softly on you bedroom door, not wanting to startle you. "Y/n, baby, are you okay?" he asked through the door, waiting for your answer.

"Y-yeah, I'm not hungry" you mumbled back weakly, making him pout, he could hear the sadness in your voice. Were you crying?

He opened the door worriedly, inhaling sharply and hoping you don't snap at him. Once he was inside, his eyes landed on your half-naked figure, leaning against the full body mirror, eyes closed as you quietly sobbed.

"Hey, hey baby" he called out, running at you and taking you in his arms "Shh, It's okay, it's alright" he assured, lightly running his hands through your hair, trying to calm you down.

You sobbed rapidly in his chest, hiding your face in his shirt, wetting the thin fabric. He could feel your cold tears against his skin, breaking his heart even further. "Y-you weren't supposed to-" you sob "-to see me like this" your lips quiver, feeling ashamed.

"Shh, calm down baby" he shushes "Wanna tell me what's wrong?" he pulls away, holding your face in his hands as his thumbs swipe away your tears. He smiles sadly at your red eyes and wet lashes.

You were only in your underwear, bra and panties being the only fabrics covering your body. "I -don't like the w-way I look" you sniff, looking at everything but his face, trying to avoid his worried eyes.

"You shouldn't say that baby, you're the prettiest person I've even seen in my whole existence" he compliments honestly.

"But I don't like my body" fresh tears roll down your cheeks "I've gotten so thin suddenly and, and this-, I'm n-not used to this" you explain, stuttering.

"Well I love your body and I don't care about thin or thick, I'd love you just the same" he explains back, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips "I love you Y/n"

You offer him a little smile, "I love you too Junnie" you sigh and hug him back, feeling his arms hug you tight against his body.

"Now I know you can't quite eat at the moment, but please do try" he pleads "And I don't want you staining your pretty face with tears anymore" he scolds, kissing your soft lips once again.

★ Choi Soobin ★

Things were getting heated between you two. You sat on his lap, his big hands holding your waist, lightly grinding you against him. His plush lips were on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands were wandering down to the hem of your hoodie, tugging at it gently.

"Can I take it off?" he asks, breathing heavily below you. You think about it for a second. Your body has changed a lot recently and you worry about what he would think if he saw you naked.

"Y/n? Baby you alright?" he asked you, noticing you zoning out in your thoughts.

"Ughh- yeah, sure" you reply, letting him take off the hoodie, leaving you in your bra. His hands hesitantly pulled of the fabric, noticing the way you dodged his question at the beginning. He payed close attention to your expression once he did, making sure you weren't uncomfortable or anything.

He looked at your unsure expression. "Here, I'll take mine off too" he offers, pulling his tee off his head. He wondered why you were behaving like this since you've did this quite a couple of times already. Did he do something wrong?

He pushed his thoughts away as you lean back in, kissing him a little harder this time. When he places his hands on your bare hips, you audibly whimper, your body squirming, trying to get away from his touch.

Just as his hands are about to reach your thighs, he feels a wet tear against his cheek, immediately pulling away when he notices you crying. "S-shit Y/n, what's the matter baby?" he asks, worried that he did something wrong "Did I make you feel uncomfortable?"

You shake your head no and he visibly relaxes, relief washing over him. "Than what is it sweetheart?" he questions, his hands coming up to stroke your cheek.

"Do I look ugly?" you ask, your hands covering your face, attempting to hide from him.

"What?" he asks back, completely dumbfounded "Why would you say that?"

"My body is u-ugly" you sniff, breathing shakily as your body shudders "I'm sorry Soob, I've lost s-so much weight and it's j-just not me anymore"

He sighs sadly, his arms wrap around your torso as he brings you down onto his larger body, hugging you close as you sob into his bare shoulder. "You don't need to apologize love, it's not your fault you can't eat properly at the moment" he assured, gently petting your hair "I don't mind if you lose weight or gain weight, its just a number anyway"

You breathe deeply as relief washes over you, trying to calm down and stop your tears. You pull away and sniff, his thumbs wiping away your tears. You nod and breathe shakily. "I'm sorry for ruining the moment" you apologize, sniffing once again "I just didn't know how you'd react since my form changed a little" you explain.

"No need to apologize sweetie" he reassures "It's totally fine, actually, do you want to watch a movie instead?" he asks sweetly, rubbing your sides gently.

You nod happily, getting dressed once again and settling under the covers with him as he puts on your favourite movie.

"I love you Y/n"

"I love you too Soobs, thankyou"

★ Choi Beomgyu ★

It was a nice afternoon and you and Beomgyu decided to go to the mall and get some new clothes for you, since he's been complaining about you stealing his shirts.

You went around the whole store, finally picking out some nice-looking shirts that matched your vibe or the he randomly picked out for you because he thought would look good on you.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you to the changing rooms, so you could try them on before buying them. Once you were both in the little cube, his hands were on your hips, his lips on your lips, kissing you deeply.

"Ugh, I missed you so much baby" he whined dramatically after he pulling away, making you playfully roll your eyes at him. You've literally been with him the whole day. "Can I watch you change?" he asked you all of a sudden.

"Woah, that totally didn't sound perverted" you scoff sarcastically. You were starting to feel anxious. You didn't want him to see you like this; half naked, when you couldn't even look at yourself half naked.

"Does that mean I could stay?" he asks hopefully, waiting for your answer.

"Uhh, I don't know Beommie" you admit, suddenly looking down, hoping he wouldn't ask why.

"Why? Do I make you nervous?" he asks joking, poking your sides and flicking his eyebrows up and down. You giggle at his actions but still don't give him an answer.

He suddenly gets serious. "Seriously Y/n, why? Did I do something wrong?" he asks, paying close attention this time.

"No Beommie, it's not that" you trail off, but he looks at you expectantly, encouraging you to continue "It's just that my body changed a l-lot and you might not like what you see"

His eyes widen in disbelief, eyebrows not visible in his fringe. "W-what?" he questions in disbelief "That's so silly Y/n, you know I'd always like you no matter what" he assures, sitting down on the little stool in the fitting room.

"Come here" he pats his thighs, making you sit in his lap. "Hey, I know you weren't able to eat that much lately which is why you've noticed a change in your body, but just know that whatever body type you have, I'll still love you the same, okay?" he assured, placing his hands on your hips and smiling up at you lovingly.

You nodded at him, leaning down to hug him, breathing in his comforting scent in the process. "Now get off me and try on these shirts for me" he ordered "Can you do that for me honey?" he batted his eyelashes at you, pressing s kiss to your forehead before you got up.

He couldn't stop throwing heart-felt compliments at you after every top you tried on, wolf whistling when you took off a top to try on another. "Fuck, I have the sexiest girlfriend"

★ Kang Taehyun ★

It was already about dinner time and you and Taehyun had just arrived home after a whole day at the gym. He loved working out, but especially when you were there; either watching him or working out with him.

You entered the bathroom, ready to take a quick shower when he opened the door, not knowing you were already in there. "Tae!" you quickly grab a towel and cover up your naked body, making him furrow his brows in confusion.

"What's the matter babe?" he asks you "You know this isn't the first time I'm seeing you naked right?" he says rather cockily, smirking at you.

You breathe out shakily. How were you going to tell him? You had changed so much recently, how would he react? Your heart sank at his question.

"Can we shower together?" he questions hopefully. You had already showered quite a couple of times before so it shouldn't be a big deal right??

"Umm" you think about it for a second, watching him as he takes off his top, showing off his ripped body. He was so confident with his body that it made you self conscious. "I don't know" your voice is unsure.

"Oh come on Y/n" he encourages "I won't get soap in your eyes I promise" he's taking his pants off, waiting for your answer.

"You can shower first, it's fine I can wait" you smile, already making your way out the door.

"But I wanna shower with you" He whines, trying his best to convince you. "Showering without you is cold and boring" he complains with a pout. He notices you dodging the action and wonders why.

Your face suddenly turns down into a frown, your eyes welling slightly as you try not to cry in front of him and embarrass yourself. You breathe out shakily, holding back your tears.

"Hey Y/n, it's okay, we don't have to shower together" he assures, giving you some space. "If you want to shower alone it's fine, but please tell me why. Did I do something wrong?" he asks, wanting to know why you've gotten so upset suddenly.

"No Tae, not at all" you mumble "It's just that I'm not as confident with my body" you say, voice laced with sadness and disappointment at yourself.

His heart sinks when he hears you say that. "What do you mean Y/n? You know I love you and your body no matter what" he comforts, now coming closer and embracing you.

"Y-yeah but now my body has changed a little" you explain, burying your face in his firm chest. You breathe in deeply, blocking away the tears.

"I don't care if your body changes or not, it's still your body and I'll always love it" he admits "Plus, I don't love you for your body Y/n"

"But you have such a nice body compared to me" you whine, feeling him hug you closer.

"You know I only work out so I can carry heavy things for you right? The muscles are only a bonus" he explains, making you giggle.

"Ew, you're so sweaty Tyun. You need a shower" you say suddenly.

"I won't shower unless you shower with me" he clarifies stubbornly.

He ends up praising you endlessly, making you blush whilst he gently lathers your gorgeous body up in soap, complimenting each part he washes.

★ Huening Kai ★

The day was finally here. You were seeing Kai after a few months since he's been on tour. You were feeling quite nervous, your body has changed a lot of and you worried about what he'd think. Would he even recognise you?

You were getting ready, when you hear the front door open. You run downstairs in shock, only to be more shocked when you see him at the door, already here.

"Surprise!" he announces, a big smile plastered on his adorable face.

"You're home early" you say, running up to him and giving him a big hug. He can't help but notice a change in your body. You seemed shorter, or perhaps smaller??

He doesn't say anything not wanting to upset you or ruin the mood, being happy to finally see you.

You were glad he hasn't said anything about your appearance. Maybe it was more unnoticeable than you though which is why he hasn't noticed anything yet.

Its only until dinner time when he confronts you about it. He's happy to see you trying to eat, but he wonders if you ate while he was away or if you have been forgetting to eat. He felt upset that he didn't remind you to eat over text.

"Uhh Y/n, have you been eating while I was away?" he asks, making you inhale sharply. You knew he would ask sooner or later.

"Uhh yeah. Well I tried to eat" you admit, watching him frown.

"What do you mean? Were you skipping meals?" he questions again, this time slightly worried than before.

"No no, I wasn't skipping meals, it's just that I wasn't really able to eat these past weeks that's it" you explain, giving him valid reasons to why you weren't eating as much.

He knew you were being truthful, relief taking over him since he was already starting to blame himself.

"I was actually a little worried" you admit "You know, about what you'd think when you saw me again" you explain.

He sighs "Y/n I hope you know that I don't mind your body. You could be short, tall, chubby, thin, I don't really care" he assures "I'm just trying to look out for you, as long as you're healthy it's okay" he smiles again, reaching over the table to hold your hand.

"I love you Y/n. And not just for your body"

"I love you too Kai"

Thankyou for reading!! I really tried to keep with the ask but i think it differed a little 😭 I hope it's still okay tho!

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