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touchme-teezme · 1 month ago

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I'm Sorry.

PAIRINGS | collegeboy!seonghwa x fab!reader

TAGS | plot with some porn, strangers to lovers, one night stand situationship, idk man he came over to build legos, there’s some attempted flirting and teasing, lots of making out, lots of tongue, unprotected vanilla sex, seonghwa lowkey a bop, bruh i am so bad at tagging bye i give up

RATING | NSFW 21+ (Minors pls DNI/if it makes you uncomfortable don’t read thx)

SUMMARY | Seonghwa needed a break. He also decided something had to change — and that led him to a few unexpected places in one night, including something dangerously close to his disaster feelings and while you were clearly the escape, he ran the other way.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | …hey…. how y’all doing?… sorry i was getting cheated on and also started a really important internship. It just ended (the internship and the relationship) so… we’re so…back? Thank you for being so sweet in the inboxes, this was a long one. i finished editing during valentine’s day i think? i was thinking about hwa’s slutty fingers after seeing that one concert video and ugh my mind went places oK omg i will shut up now. Bye, enjoy.

Inspired by 'Do You Like Me?" by Daniel Cesar. I have been listening to that NEVER ENOUGH album so much lately.

💌 click here to see my Love Interrupted series masterlist [ot8] — check out the other parts!

This was going to be the first and last time Seonghwa ever took advice from Jung Wooyoung.

In his defence, he’d hit a new low. Lower than rock bottom. Which is why the resident exemplary student, honour roll with a self-imposed 9 p.m. bedtime was standing outside the hottest nightclub in Itaewon, sporting a fresh haircut and an outfit entirely stolen from his roommate’s wardrobe.

His dating life chewed him up and spat him out, and now he was determined to do the absolute most to cope. He was hurt and hell-bent on distraction from whatever the fuck was even going on in that part of his life.

How he ended up getting ghosted by his situationship wasn’t nearly as baffling as how Wooyoung had somehow convinced over half their friend group to spend their Friday night here, of all places. They weren’t really party people — well, half of them weren’t. The ones who were into it had conveniently been excused from showing up.

Yunho, on the other hand, had been on the dance floor non-stop, while Wooyoung played hype man from the booth, cheering him on like it was a solo concert.

Wooyoung nudged Seonghwa’s shoulder with his knee from the top edge of the booth like a gremlin surveying chaos.

“Dude, she’s been staring at you all night.”

Seonghwa shot him a flat look. “And?”

“And,” Wooyoung slid down from his perch and dropped onto the seat beside him with a dramatic sigh, “Yunho and I are taken, and those two are a lost cause.”

Seonghwa glanced across the table. Hongjoong looked like he was losing a battle with sleep, while Yeosang scrolled through his phone, sipping from Hongjoong’s drink. He hadn’t smiled once all night — clearly here for the same reason Seonghwa was: moral support. But the chaos of the club made heart-to-hearts impossible.

“That leaves you,” Wooyoung said matter-of-factly. “Dude. She’s hot and interested. You’re hot and miserable. Classic rebound opportunity.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Maybe,” Wooyoung shrugged. “But I’m also right. Just look.”

He reached over, grabbed Seonghwa’s chin, and turned his head toward the bar.

And there you were — leaning back with easy confidence, swirling your drink, eyes locked on him with a smirk that stole the air right out of his lungs.

“Trust me,” Wooyoung grinned. “She’s perfect for helping you forget that loser.”

This would go down as the second and definitely the absolute last time Seonghwa ever took advice from Jung Wooyoung. Five minutes later, he’d been kicked out of the booth with one order: Don’t come back without her number.

That’s how he found himself now, seated next to you, drink in hand, trying to remember how to function like a normal human.

“Not a fan of clubs?” You asked, leaning slightly nearer to him to yell over the loud music.

“I hate it. I think I’m having an identity crisis,” He blurted out as he shook his head, the liquor loosening his lips faster than his brain could catch up.

You laughed, but not unkindly. “I'm sorry to hear that. Well… I don’t live far if you wanna have some peace and quiet.”

“Oh. Uh…”

“I…have a cat, too. She loves company if you like cats.”

Your invitation slipped past his defences smoother than the drink in his hand. One last sip, and he was already on his feet—jacket in one hand, your purse slung over the other shoulder.

That was all it took. Seonghwa couldn't help but wish it was the way you were looking at him or how your skirt was riding up coincidentally the longer he sat next to you. But nope, it was the thought of being able to distract himself and pretend like this night out never even happened and getting him far away from whatever this hellscape was.

Clubs really weren’t his thing.

He barely registered the triumphant double thumbs-up from Wooyoung or the way Yunho covered his dropped jaw as he watched the two of you walk out together.

Seonghwa’s heart pounded so hard it echoed in his ears. Taking a cab to your place with a confident, effortlessly cool girl like you was far outside his usual playbook. For a second, he wasn’t even sure what to say.

Thankfully, conversation came easily to you.

The ride melted into light chatter about university — shared gripes about professors, mutual hatred for certain classes. You discovered you were in the same course but at rival schools, which only added to the banter. There was laughter, playful jabs, and an unexpected comfort that settled between you.

By the time the cab pulled up to your place, Seonghwa was far more at ease than when he’d left the booth.

Your apartment was warm and cosy, lit with soft golden light that cast slow-moving shadows across the walls. Seonghwa stepped inside and hesitated in the middle of the living room, awkwardly stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, unsure of where to stand or sit.

You smiled as you hung up your coat, amused by his stiffness.

“Relax. Make yourself at home.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right. Sorry.” He took in the space again, then gave you a sheepish look.

“So… is this the part where you admit you don’t actually have a cat?”

“Would you be mad if I did?” you teased, stepping a little closer.

His heart stuttered. He opened his mouth to respond, but then-

“Oh, shit!”

His eyes went wide as they landed on something across the room — a pristine box of a Lego orchid set sitting on the coffee table. He practically rushed over.

“I’ve wanted this for so long!”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, his excitement too endearing to be upset over what the box represented.

“Oh, yeah. It was a birthday gift for someone… but I never got to give it to him. I was going to return it tomorrow or something.”

He glanced down at the box in his hands. “Have you ever built a set before?” he asked suddenly.

“I don’t have the patience for Lego,” you admitted.

He held out a hand, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “This one’s easier than my last build. We’ll be done in no time. I promise.”

Somewhere between sorting bricks and swapping stories, Seonghwa realized he was actually getting to know you. What started as throwaway chatter had spiraled into a shared spiral; bad dates, worse decisions, and the Valentine’s Day disasters that landed you both at that club.

Now sitting cross-legged beside you, he was down to the last few pieces, fitting them together with ease —until your voice cut in again.

“I still think it’s insane how yours just ghosted you,” you voiced your opinion once his story was over as you laid on your stomach, “If I was in that position, I’d be running for a second chance, like that wouldn’t have even been a question.

Seonghwa’s hands faltered, fingers tightening around a tiny brick as he felt heat rush up to his cheeks. He let out a breathy laugh, snapping one of the last pieces into place. Then, a shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe it was my fault. I come on too strong sometimes and… it just didn’t work out.”

“Which is exactly why I think it’s crazy,” You clarified, with your chin resting in your hands, propped up on your elbows. “Like, if I had you chasing after me? Wow.”

You were only yapping away, if anything it was to keep yourself awake. You let out a quiet chuckle at the absurdity of saying something like that to someone you literally just met, but you caught the way he was looking at you. And maybe… the way you said it didn’t sound so hypothetical anymore.

His fingers tightened around the last brick in his hand, looking down at it.

“…What would you do?” he suddenly asked, the words slipping out before he could think them through. “If I was chasing you?”

You shrugged, still focused on finishing your flower, but there was something different in the air now. You could feel it. The way his voice had dropped, how his eyes lingered just a moment too long.

“I don’t know… anything you’d want. Like, come on.” You tried to brush it off with another laugh, but even you could notice the shift in the air between you both.

“Come on… what?”

He didn’t laugh back. Instead, he leaned in a little, just enough to close the space between you. His gaze was intense as it focused on you but the question still hung in the air.

You slowly looked up at him, you knew exactly what he was doing.

“Seonghwa,” you whispered, barely above a breath.

He huffed a quiet breath, trying to ground himself. “You didn’t invite me here for some peace and quiet, did you?”

You felt your carpet under the palms of your hands as you sat up, still watching him. “Technically… I invited you back for peace and quiet away from everyone else.”

“To do what?”

“You really want me to spell it out for you?” You couldn't bite back that smile. “Me inviting you is one thing, but why did you come?”

He didn’t respond, just held your gaze. You leaned in and your fingers found his jaw, light and slow. With that, you closed the gap, pressing your mouth firmly against his. Your hands roamed down his hard chest, tracing the contours and marvelling at how he flexed beneath your touch.

A low moan escapes his throat as he returns your kiss with equal fervour, his hands coming up to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your tongues moved together, exploring every nook of each other's mouths.

The kiss momentarily broke for him to trail his lips along your jaw. You slowly rose up from your knees with his guidance. His hands firmly on your sides with no signs or intentions of letting you go just yet. His lowered eyes focused on you as you helped him out of his black tank top, throwing it off over the jacket he laid out neatly on your couch.

You took his hand straight to your bedroom door. Opening it, your tuxedo cat jumped out before making its way to the zip line for the kitchen where her bowl of water and food was waiting. You turned to Seonghwa who looked back at you, delightfully surprised.

“So you do have a cat.”

“I was lying about her being a fan of people though,” You shrugged. “Come on.”

He smiled as he looked down at you, his gaze locked on yours with a mix of curiosity and anticipation and as you both reached the edge of the bed, you gently pushed him down onto the mattress.

His lips pressing together nervously as his eyes drank the sight of you stripping down.

“Have you ever done anything like this?”

“Yeah… just not… it’s been a while…” Seonghwa was blabbering.

He was in the middle of an internal battle, wondering if this was a mistake. You were just nodding along to his words, finally slipping out your skirt before straddling him, hooking your arms behind his head to continue kissing those lips of his.

Seonghwa was without a doubt a kisser. He knew exactly how to do just how you like it, how to hold you and move his tongue – the way he moved with yours with practiced precision sent shivers down your spine.

It was no wonder you were already getting soaked between your legs, and he wasn’t even naked… but he was hard, and from how he was rubbing it up against you, you could tell he was more than eager.

His kisses felt tender yet intentional, and it was driving you insane. He was holding down the sides of your throat to kiss your neck and collarbones.

“Fuck, Seonghwa please—“ You reached down to the bulge clearly wanting to be freed, looking up at him when he had you pressed against the mattress on your back.

It felt good to be wanted and to be desired. He wasn’t lying when he said it had been a while, especially with someone like you, who carried yourself with such certainty.

“Shhh… let’s take our time.”

His hands found their way onto the mounds beneath the lace of your bra which he had pushed above your breasts teasing your left nipple with fingertips he had wet with his tongue. Your knees pressed together, as he showered the other one with feathery kisses.

He took your hand from behind his head, intertwining it with his fingers before planting it right above your head. When his skilled tongue found its way against yours again, you had to let out a deep moan in his mouth — especially with his fingers teasing your slick folds through your panties.

“Oh my god…” You rubbed up his arm in encouragement.

“Where do you want me, beautiful?”

You swear you could’ve melted from how gentle his voice was and how his eyes were glossing at you.

“Anywhere.” You unhooked your own bra out of sheer impatience, getting chills from how he smiled at your shamelessness. “Everywhere.”

“Let’s start… here.” His hands dipped in between your legs.

Seonghwa's hands moved with a confident grace, exploring every inch of your core with a precision that spoke of practiced skill. His thumb traced gentle circles over your clit, eliciting a soft grunt from you as the sensation washed over you. Your core tightened in response to his focused attention, and your hips began to move involuntarily, grinding against his fingers.

You were lost in a fit of absolute pleasure and enjoyment, your body arching off the bed as Seonghwa's fingers delved deeper into you. In a moment of pure instinct, you grabbed his chin, pulling him closer. His mouth was open, and before you could think twice, he sucked your fingers into his mouth, his lips and tongue working over them with a hunger that mirrored your own.

You noticed the glint in his eyes as he watched you, his gaze flickering between the action and your reactions with a possessiveness that lit up his eyes. "Are you just going to watch?" you asked, your voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and challenge.

Your fingertips brushed his smile, his lips brushing against yours as he leaned down. "But I like watching you," he murmured, leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His fingers continued their tormenting, curling and twisting inside you in a way that had you squirming beneath him. He could feel your wetness coating his fingers, and it only spurred him on further.

"I n-need a little more," you whispered, but your words were swallowed by the intensity of another finger joining the first, and everything around you seemed to fade away.

Seonghwa groaned, quickly undoing his button and fly with one hand, while the other ensured your legs remained parted. Before you could compose yourself, he dropped his head and began lapping at your clit as if he were starving. At first, it was just his tongue and lips, but when you felt his fingers curl back in, you let out a loud moan of pure pleasure. You didn't even notice his growls of approval as he continued the motion, flicking his tongue faster and faster, as if you might run away at any moment.

The sight and feeling of having such a beautiful face devouring you distracted you from how he was advancing towards you, appearing in front of your face just to dip down and kiss your chest. Distracting you, he was getting ready to take out his hard-on, pumping it in his hands, coating it with your own slick.

“Do you have uh…” He started to ask, but you cut him off.

“Don’t worry about that, just… now… p-please,” you urged, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled a little at you, leaning down to hold you with one arm snaked around your waist and the other hooked under your knee as he laid you both on your side. Holding onto him by his broad shoulders, you braced yourself for what was to come.

“Ah, fuck..”

He took your lips between his as he finally had you around him. The way he teased your bottom lip with his teeth, the way his tongue had explored every crevice of your mouth — it reminded you just how much you personally missed the feeling of being this intimate with someone.

Seonghwa groaned into another kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he rolled his hips, grinding his slightly curved cock deeper into your stretched folds.

"Mmm,” he murmured against your lips, nipping at them playfully before trailing his mouth down your neck. "Is this what you wanted?”

You bit back a grin, nodding aggressively as you continued to moan out all while his shaft slipped in and out at a steady pace with your hands clutched onto the back of his neck.

He caught a pert nipple between his teeth, tugging gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. “You smell incredible, I’ve wanted to tell you that all night.”

You scrunched your nose, “I smell like the club.” Cigarettes and liquor.

To emphasize his point, he buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before placing an open-mouthed kiss there. “I mean your skin, babe. Fuck me…” He suckled lightly, intent on leaving a subtle mark.

"How does that feel?" He asked in a low, seductive rasp as he continued his sensual stroke a little quicker.

Your breathy silent approval ignited something primal in him.

“Yeah? Faster?” He complied, increasing the pace of his thrusts. The new rhythm had him driving into you harder, deeper, the thick ridge of his cockhead kissing your cervix with each powerful snap of his hips.

It was wild how he seemed to anticipate your every move before you could even react or give him instructions. The fluidity of his actions felt almost surreal, which sounds absurd when you consider how quickly everything unfolded. You had just met this stunning stranger, with hair flopping over his eyes – you were building brick flowers merely moments ago and now here you were focused on a different set of bricks.

One large hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as the other tangled in your hair, resting his forehead against yours intimately as he pounded into you. His lips brushed yours in fleeting, feverish kisses between ragged breaths.

"Yes, just like that," you grunted, feeling the sweat on his brow against your forehead. “Whatever you want, just take i-it.”

You felt Seonghwa's hands curve around your skin, to press down on your stomach. As his fingers dug in, it was as if they were anchoring you to the moment, making it impossible to escape from under him. Not that you even planned to.

He rocks into you with an increased urgency, driven by the overwhelming desire of how your body is responding instinctively. His eyes locked on yours, a mix of possessiveness and adoration that made your heart race. The way his muscles flexed with each thrust, sweat glistening on his skin, and his lips parting in a shameless moan.

"I-I’m…i’m almost there," He rasped, while his hot breath fanned over your skin.

Just as you're teetering on the brink, he slams into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt. With a guttural roar, he stills, his cock twitching as he fills you.

When the pulses gradually slowed, you couldn't help but marvel at the sheer intensity of you both unravelling at the same time. His lips sought yours in a tender, lingering kiss, pouring all your affection into the simple gesture.

"Oh my god…" he breathed, still reeling as he brushed a strand of sweaty hair from your forehead, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of your cheekbone.

“God…” You chuckled, feeling a blush creep up your neck. “I needed that so badly.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement with an eyebrow raised as your bluntness, “Glad I could’ve helped–”

You placed a finger to his lips, silencing him momentarily before you flipped him over to straddle his chest. Your eyes sparkled with mischief despite the exhaustion etched on your face. He knew exactly what you were thinking, and the sight of you climbing atop sent a thrill through his veins. His semi-hard cock twitched in anticipation as he idly watched you position yourself and slowly shift downwards, making sure to plant butterfly kisses all over his lower abdomen as you made your way down his happy trail.

You looked at him with a playful smile, your eyes glinting with excitement that you were going to taste yourself off him. Then you leaned in, capturing his cock in a deep mouth. Your tongue danced with the tip, exploring every inch of it as you savoured the taste of yourself and him. He groaned softly, his head falling back against the pillow as your warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock.

You took your time, lavishing attention on every inch, your tongue swirling and dancing along the sensitive underside. The sensation of tasting yourselves together was intensely arousing. He threaded his fingers through your hair, guiding your movements as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper with each pass.

"Mmm, shit, that feels incredible," he praised, his voice thick with pleasure. "You look so good with me around your mouth."

You hummed in agreement, the vibration sending shivers up his spine. You picked up speed, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked harder, your saliva coating his shaft.

"Don't stop," he gasped, his fingers threading through your hair, guiding your movements. You could feel the tension building in his body, the muscles in his legs and arms tensing as he neared his climax again.

With a final, powerful thrust of your throat, he let out a guttural roar, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he released once more. You swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him, and then pulled back, licking your lips clean. You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with satisfaction and a hint of mischief. He was breathless, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're something else.” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and admiration as he watched you clean after yourself so well.

You smiled, leaning into his parted lips.

The whole thing was deliciously reckless… Yet, easy. It started off as one of those nights where the music was too loud, the drinks too strong, and yet somehow it led you here – it led him here. Seonghwa didn’t plan on meeting anyone, let alone ending up tangled in someone’s sheets, laughing at your terrible jokes between kisses that felt way too good to stop for the rest of the night.

By the time the sun started creeping through the blinds, you were both wrecked in the best way. Not just tired, but happy-tired. Wrapped up in each other like it was the most natural thing in the world — just easy conversation, lazy kisses, and that warm, quiet buzz of maybe-this-could-actually-be-something.

“So, what do you think about dinner? My place this Saturday?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Isn’t it Saturday already?” he replied with a chuckle.

“Then I guess you’ll have to stay.” You muttered with a cheek pressed against his chest.

He let out a small laugh, pulling you closer. You drifted asleep first, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your back as his chin pressed lightly down the top of your head. He wasn’t tired yet, but he had a few things on his mind until his phone started going off in the other room.

He carefully untangles himself from you. His movements were quiet, practiced. He slipped his boxers on and cracked the door open to quietly head over to shut that stupid thing off.

It had to be one of the guys. That’s what he told himself. It had to be them asking if he got your number, if last night was good, if he was even still alive after stumbling out of there with you.

That’s why it came as a shock when he finally registered what he was reading on his phone.

DO NOT ANSWER Missed call (2)

DO NOT ANSWER I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to but Donghyuck said he saw you and your boys last night and… that you left that trash place with someone?

Did not know you were that kind of person…

Can we talk? I need to see you. I’m at your dorm.

It didn’t matter if it was inappropriate, offensive, or downright insane to come back after all the mental acrobatics Seonghwa was put through because his body was already moving, back to your room to quietly pull on the rest of his clothes. Every few seconds, he glanced back at you, at the way your hair fanned across the pillow, at the warmth still lingering in the sheets. With a quiet sigh, he grabbed a sticky note from your desk.

Seonghwa wasn’t sure what felt worse: leaving you, or running back to the person who only came back when he was one foot out the door, just to prove how wrapped around the finger he was. He didn’t know how to feel about any of it — but knew that he had to go. Because even if this could’ve been the start of something real, something he might’ve actually needed… he thought he needed to be there, chasing the comfort of old chains that he knew all too well.

By the time you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the emptiness beside you. The second was the way your lips still tingled from the night before, still smiling as it remembered what he tasted like and how he treated you, recalling everywhere his lips grazed, even though he had already left. He had been for a while, he could’ve woken you. He also could’ve taken the Lego orchid with him. The day was almost already gone by now, but a part of you was looking forward to seeing him again later.

It wasn’t until you reached for a glass of water that you noticed the note, neatly pressed under a fridge magnet in the kitchen that the hopeful smile you carried around your apartment dropped instantly.

"Thanks for last night. I don’t think I can stick around for that dinner. I’m sorry."

The words weren’t sloppy or rushed. He had taken his time. Like he meant it. Like that had made it better.

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mamma mia | formula one social media au

drivers: sebastian vettel, jenson button and fernando alonso

what the hell is in the water in greece? why are pregnancy tests so expensive and why does seb name his vehicles like that?

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location: greece

fernandoalo_oficial: had a great break in greece recharging the old batteries 🔋

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user1: old man who is this woman?

landonorris: who taught you to soft launch grandpa?

fernandoalo_oficial: hey! respect your elders

landonorris: you just called yourself old? and WHO IS THIS?

fernandoalo_oficial: none of your damn business kid

user2: why is he particularly dilfy lately?

user3: he's approaching silver fox territory i fear

jensonbutton: i see that greece was a popular spot for wold champions this break?

fernandoalo_oficial: i also saw, sad not to bump into you old friend :(

maxverstappen1: where was my invite ???

jensonbutton: cool world champions only

lewishamilton: excuse me?

fernandoalo_oficial: idk what to tell you it wasn't planned, me, jenson and sebastian just have good taste

sebastianvettel: i see mary goodnight was appreciated

fernandoalo_oficial: yes thank you for lending me your boat, huge hit with the ladies

sebastianvettel: very happy with my choice to get it deep cleaned before i got there

fernandoalo_oficial: first of all, i'm not dirty. second of all, thanks for the faith in my game big man

user4: i am so confused by this comment section I DID NOT WANT TO KNOW ALONSO FUCKED ON SEB'S BOAT ???

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yourusername: (sober) brunch with a side of light baby daddy investigation

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user7: only y/n would end up in a mamma mia situation, stay strong

yourusername: omg i didn't even realise, but donna was always a bad bitch, so i will just be the same

user8: i can't believe i am watching a girl investigate her own baby daddies on the internet (i love this place)

yourbff: if we can't find the lucky men, at least they'll have a cool ass aunt

yourusername: all fun and games until you have to change a nappy

user9: i'm enjoying this saga, BUT, why can't we just wait and do a paternity test

yourusernmae: i still need to know them to do that... and being nosey is far more fun

user10: all i'm thinking is this girl has to have GAME for three dilfs in the span of like three days... RESPECT 🫡

user11: i am so invested in this... please be interesting people 🤞

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jensonbutton: back on sky duty and bumped into a couple of familiar faces

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user12: who let these old men talk about their sex lives on a live broadcast?

user13: i am entertained tbf

user14: obsessed with both needing to reinforce the fact that they pulled in greece

user15: i need seb to jump in on this conversation ASAP

fernandoalo_oficial: not happy with you pinning all of my success on seb's boat mate

jensonbutton: was it all your charming personality?

fernandoalo_oficial: obviously

sebastianvettel: i can confirm that it's always all the boat

jensonbutton: is that a confession?

sebastianvettel: gentleman don't kiss and tell x

charles_leclerc: jesus christ and we're the generation ruining the sport?

jensonbutton: f1 has always been slutty, you guys are letting us down

maxverstappen1: clearly you guys are still active enough to keep up the reputation yourselves

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sebastianvettel: retirement is looking fun, glad to take mary goodnight out for her first spin

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user21: did he just say mary goodnight? SEB WHAT?

user22: omfg he is potential baby daddy two??

charles_leclerc: so seb got a bit too lucky in greece?

user23: CHARLES?

user24: i am losing my mind they were right, they are the baby daddies

user25: i knew as soon as she said a nando with a samurai tattoo

user26: @yourusername he's number two !!!!!

user27: @yourusername we found him, boat and all

landonorris: YOU'RE POTENTIAL BABY DADDY TWO SEB WHAT THE FUCK

sebastianvettel: i don't understand lando

landonorris: check your texts

user28: don't forget the others lando

landonorris: @fernandoalo_oficial check your texts (and forward it to jenson i don't have his number)

fernandoalo_oficial: okay?

yourusername: WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

user29: i think someone needs to check on her

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yourusername: i hot girl summer-ed a bit too close to the sun, what do you mean the three dilfs were f1 world champions?

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oh-no-its-bird · 4 months ago

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You are making me EMOTIONAL thinking about baby kakashi losing his teeth and not having his dad around to ask about things now, not even specifically for fang reasons either 😭😭

I think I was late and lost my first took when I was almost seven and idk exactly when Sakumo died officially but. Idk. Something something the tragedy of potentially not even having a parent around to explain what is going on when you lose a tooth for the first time

I'm so glad u sent this actually bc I was thinking ab wanting to write a post ab this premise but wasn't sure how to phrase or start it

Kid Kakashi struggling through starting to lose his baby teeth after his father dies <33

Google tells me that children start losing their baby teeth around 6, and the general age I've seen for Kakashi when Sakumo kills himself is usually around that same number, so, it works out!!

You bring up such a good and fun point actually in just. Does Kakashi know what's happening to him? Has anyone explained to him that your teeth just naturally fall out when you're little?

One day, Kakashi goes to class and sees Obito, who's a few years older than him, bragging about how he "just lost my tooth the other day"

And Kakashi quietly goes to himself, "wow this guy is so bad at fighting, he got his tooth knocked out and he's happy about it. What a weirdo."

Obito is IGNORING the judgmental stares coming from Kakashi's direction, assuming Kakashi is just jealous of his super cool milestone of growing up

Thinking maybe Obito even comes over to try to brag about it, but Kakashi just goes "??? Why are you bragging about losing your teeth ??? God, you're such a freak"

And Obito is like, "I know ur just jealous BAKASHI. Because you are still a BABY while I am on my way to being a MAN"

And inside Kakashi, still deeply confused and weirded out, is like, 'why the fuck would I be jealous' but outloud he just glares and goes, "I've never lost any of my teeth because I never lose."

To which Obito loses his mind because he's like 9 and to a 9 year old that sounded kind of sick and how DARE Kakashi try and be cool about this

(In the background, Minato is well on his way to losing his mind trying not to laugh. Rin meanwhile is squinting and doing mental math as she tries to tell if Kakashi is joking or not)

But anyways like. Kakashi later losing his own teeth and freaking the fuck out about it. Is he sick? Is he dying? Should he go to the doctor?

Oh my god wait ok but Kakashi cornering Rin after a training session and demands she help diagnose him bc he doesn't want to go to the actual doctor or ask Sensei for help. And Kakashi admitting she's a "good med nin" and Rin is kinda going omg Kakashi conpliment,,,, life goals,,

But also like Kakashi thinks he's dying and she's SUPER flattered he thinks she can help but she's like. 10. And a med nin in training.

So she's kind of sweating like "omg what are ur symptoms, why do u think ur dying?"

And Kakashi is like my "fucking teeth are falling out !!!!!!"

And Rin is like "woah that sounds super scary and seriou— Hold on a second."

Kakashi goes as far as to take off his mask to show her, which goes to show how desperate he is rn because he'd usually never do that.

And Rin is torn between being tempted to pinch his cheek and pull at it like it's Mochi and also like. She's struggling SO hard not to laugh at this point because she knows if she does Kakashi will literally never forgive her

So Rin has to break it to Kakashi as gently as she can (and without laughing or cooing at his cute kid naivety) that don't worry, you aren't dying, this is normal

Kakashi doesn't believe her at first. But when he does he's suddenly overwhelmed by embarrassment. He will never recover. Hes so fucking glad he didn't actually go to the doctor or to sensei because at least Rin he can swear to secrecy FOREVER

Kakashi has to deal with his suddenly too big for his mouth adult fangs and keeps going to Rin to help heal the cuts they keep leaving on his lips ,,,,

Somehow Obito catches wind of this, and hears "Rin + helping with Kakashi's lips (???)" And thinks they're kissing and loses his goddamn mind in spectacular fashion.

Toddler drama....

Idk where Im really going with this, it ended up taking a life of its own

Uhhh anyways. Moving this conversation entirely:

You can copy pasted this exact concept onto Naruto for a really funny (and kind of awful) au where Naruto loses his first tooth and becomes convinced he's dying

He does actually try to go to the hospital but they try to turn him away, but when he blurts out that he's scared he's dying a particularly mean spirited doctor pretends to examine him then goes "oh no. You really are dying and have a week to live. Boohoo."

Naruto loses his fucking mind and makes a "things I want to do before I die" bucket list and then spends the next week desperatley trying to complete it bc hes convinced he's gonna die on the final day

This list includes but is not limited to:

- become Hokage

- start a family

- eat every single different kind of ramen on Ichiraku's menu

Idk how to make the first and third especially funny but like.

"Starting a family" ending up somehow leading to Naruto very aggressively trying to get literally anyone to hold his hand in a similar fashion to "Uchiha Sasuke's 10 step plan to get revenge" where Sasuke tries to get Shikamaru to marry him in his quest to "live a good life" to get revenge on Itachi, while Naruto hears Sasuke is looking for a husband and very loudly tries to get him to pick him instead

Which is actually a really fucking funny one on its own and now I'm just thinking about that instead, so I'll leave this post here

I got a little distracted, but. Thank you for ur ask !!!

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alwayscorvus · 2 months ago

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( congratulations on no hiatus!! hope you have all the time in the world to do what you like and write more :D)

may i request yet another werewolf!yuanwu please,,,, i am. Starved and Famished™ for yuanwu content,,, n. need. blue husband content.

perhaps a domestic married life with werewolf!yuanwu? i am. interested and piqued to see what you might write. and i just need more yuanwu but furry and animalistic content ( no pressure, of course. take your time!)

Yuanwu as werewolf husband

malereader x werewolf!Yuanwu, fluff;

Ik that it's not a one long story, just a bunch of scenarios, but I wanted to use the style from my Blade posts and by doing so I could also include a lot more scenes/activities/habits. Maybe Yuanwu is a little bit too submissive in this and by that a lil out of character but... idk it just happened Dw your next request is going to be full a story!

And thank you for your wishes and for the req, im always happy to write for u!

When he gets back from work:

Late at night, while you are sitting on the couch watching some cliche tv show, you hear jiggling of the key. You quickly turn your head, aiming your gaze at the door where the noise is coming from. Without much thinking, you toss remote aside, get up and head towards hallway. Before you manage to reach your destination, you notice how wooden door begins to slowly swing open, revealing figure of a hunched Yuanwu. Tired after a full week of hard work, he laboriously slides inside. Shuffling his feet on the ground. Unaware of your presence, he slowly moves closer towards you. He slides off his shoes in a rush, and clumsily tosses his keys onto a small dresser. But they don't make it into a basket. They fall on the floor with a clash, like his bag for change of clothes.

You can hear quiet growls. Yuanwu stops at the distance of several inches from you. He furrows his eyebrows. Too exhausted to keep in touch with reality. Emptiness rings in his head. Dazed, he lets his instincts take over. The only things that fills his mind since leaving the gym are warm sheets and your comfy embrace. He struggles to understand why his path is blocked by someone else's legs.

Finally he lifts his head up. Surprised, he gently opens his mouth and focuses his attention on you. How you stand there, in a flawless state, leaning gently against the wall, with arms crossed over your chest and soft smile under your nose.

Yuanwu starts looking at you with sparkling eyes. As if you were some kind of god. His wasted state and awaiting gaze, full of hope. Like a silent plea for help. A search for care.

Oh, how much at times like this Yuanwu longs for you to take care of him. Take all the worries from his shoulders and start to pamper him. You are the only one who can do this. After all, outside the house he has to play tough. But he definitely isn't that strong.

He turns from a reserved and distinguished man to a pouty in your hands. Like a gently giant.

Before you can manage to fully open your arms in an inviting gesture, man throws himself into your embrace. Under the weight of such a big guy, you slightly lose your balance. At the last moment, you push yourself up with one leg to keep you both from falling on your back.

In your grasp, Yuanwu can finally breathe a sigh of relief. You are his home, through which he can rest. You are the one that makes him feel safe, not judged.

Man snuggles tighter into the crook of your neck, gently savoring your scent. Jasmine fragrance of shampoo starts to drug his senses. But not enough to keep him from feeling guilty. He bites his lower lip bitterly. How can you be so perfect. Well rested, freshly showered, dressed in new pajamas. He feels ashamed standing next to you like this. Worn down after a full day of work at the gym, drenched in sweat.

But you, as lovely as you are, don't care about this at all…

Scratching:

Your habit after every bad day at Yuanwu's job. When trained teenagers give him a hard time, or when, after an unexpected win, betting causes a stir among audience. You sit down on the edge of your worn-out couch, while Yuanwu lies down next to you, taking the remaining space. Wrapped in a blanket, he places his head on your thighs. Treating your lap as the best pillow.

You sink your hands into his slightly graying hair and with slow movements begin to massage his scalp. By doing so, you provoke a pleasant purrs from your man. Yuanwu can feel how tense veins on his forehead slowly begin to relax and throbbing gradualy fades away.

Man closes his eyes, completely uninterested with news that you've started to watch since you became married. He slowly drifts off into the land of sleep. But it doesn't really weaken his senses. As soon as he feels your movements begin to slacken, he immediately starts squirming and raising his head slightly in search of your touch. He doesn't stop growling till you return to work. He can't sleep without this lulling stroking.

When his transformation is incomplete:

Some full moons are more challenging than the others. Yuanwu doesn't always manage to get rid of all his accumulated emotions. His hormones run wild. And he is just too pent up.

And this has some side effects…

After full moons like these, it's difficult for him to fully transform back. To return to “normality”. Previous transformation leaves traces behind.

Whether in the form of a fluffy tail or pointy ears.

This sight always fascinates you.

It makes you laugh when his ears perk up and turn towards the side from which an interesting sound comes. A squirrel? Mailman? Or perhaps a threat? Yuanwu definitely needs to check it out…

He makes you go soft, when he starts to wag his tail at the sight of you, without ever knowing. Or when you say something nice to him. Compliment him. Praise him for doing well. He is so proud of himself at that time! And when you show him affection? Start stroking his back or scratching behind his ears? Besides the view, there is also a loud sound of bumping against the furniture. You almost begin to fear that he will bruise his tail…

You feel playful while touching his ears. Watching his reactions… At first he is surprised. His body flinches, as if an electric shock is passing through him. He looks at you. Slightly offended with betrayal. He wants to stop you. Scold you. Order you to never do such a thing again. However, before he manages to react, it's already too late. Yuanwu melts away, and you notice how he gazes at you aroused…

When he loses control:

Sometimes full moon leaves behind other side effects. Sometimes Yuanwu has his “moods.” He acts totally out of character. He turns from a true gentleman to… a beast. He starts talk back, looks for a fight. He feels like going for someone's throat.

He has some crumbs of common sense in him and knows that he is no longer a kid. Therefore he shouldn't behave like this. That's why on such days he stays at home and doesn't show himself to the public. But it doesn't change the fact that at home there is still you. Even if you spend half your time at work, eventually moment of confrontation needs to come.

Yuanwu starts to be sarcastic, adds snarky comments to each of your actions. Bored, you try to ingorge him until he gets tired. However, this rarely works. And ignored Yuanwu gets even more annoyed. Even if, he acts mean towards you his inner wolf still craves for your attention.

He starts nudging you, pulling at your sleeve, raising his voice. He whines for you to notice him. When he gets too loud and almost spills your tea, or starts accidentally destroying your papers, you can't stand it. You make a sudden move changing your positions. You pull his jaw down and expose his neck. In a confident motion, you sink your teeth into his neck. You don't let go until he calms down. Although you are not a wolf, you know that you need to assert your position. Show dominance. Even though you're aware that Yuawnu doesn't mean it, you can't let him behave this way.

That's why you don't let go even when he tries to break free from your grasp. It's only when he starts whimpering again. But this time not with pride, but rather in defeat. That's when you let him go. Checking the state of his skin in the meantime.

Yuanwu, like a startled puppy, curls up tighter and starts cuddling into you while whining softly. He tries to please you, to humor you, take you by the pity. He feels that you are the one with power, control. That you are the strong one here, that you are the one who can defend him. Therefore, he begins to seek out for your care and favor. And he knows it won't be easy after the way he just acted. How could he? Stupid Yuanwu. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You can't stand up to the alpha...

Wounds:

You're not the only one who can bite.

Yuanwu's fangs are made for that. And they can do quite a bit of harm even if they are not fully grown.

Sometimes when he is busy with something and you touch him by surprise, he bites. Without even realizing it. As in a defensive reaction. You don't mind it, but he blames himself a lot. He makes that sad puppy face, whimpers and slowly moves towards you. Yuanwu doesn't want to spook you. Even though you are not afraid of him at all, he still treats you like a wounded animal. Though in reality, his predatory side actually makes you melt. At times like this, he gives vibe of a hyperactive puppy who does something foolish while playing around and then tucks his tail, fearing his master.

He starts licking your wound vigorously. Collecting droplets of blood along the way. His sharp teeth always pierce your skin to the point of redness, which awfully annoys him. He didn't mean to hurt you. But he tries to fix it. He doesn't stop until he's fully proud of the work he's done, and until you repeat to him for the tenth time in a row that yes, really, nothing hurts you anymore.

Similar treatment also takes place in other circumstances. When you accidentally injure yourself and Yuanwu senses this, he immediately rushes to your side. He orders you to remove your shirt or expose your hand. After this words, you already know that you are about to feel that tickling sensation of his tongue. Yuanwu insists that his saliva has disinfecting and soothing effect and that he won't leave you in this state.

When he wants to be a perfect husband:

Yuanwu rarely gets back from work earlier than you, nor does he often take on time off. He refuses to goes on any unless you order him to do so.

However, when he does manage to come home earlier, he tries his best to play the role of ideal husband and prepares to pamper you. As a way of returning the favor. He wants to take care of you, just as you take care of him.

He refreshes himself, changes into something more comfortable and puts on an apron. Which is just a little bit too tight for him… He cleans up the living room, sets up a table, places new flowers in a vase and gets down to cooking. Yuanwu decides to make something simple, but with lots of healthy vegetables.

When you come back home he greets you at the entrance. Waits for you to place a brief kiss on his lips, and seats you down at the table.

Yuanwu places a steaming bowl in front of you. He is wondering if you will enjoy it. He hopes he didn't over-salt it. But at the same time, that his soup isn't too bland. With you he always becomes so clumsy. He gets worried that made some mistake.

He takes a spot next to you and watches as you eat. When you ask about his food Yuanwu assures you that he has eaten enough while preparing the meal.

You start telling him about your day. Complaining about some troublesome customer.

Yuanwu, with a face full of understanding, nods at you and gets up from his chair. He stands behind your back and then grabs your shoulders firmly. Yuanwu starts to massage you slowly, loosening every knots.

While you are groaning in satisfaction, he leans in and starts whispering tender words into your ears. Yuanwu appreciates your efforts. Says you've done a good job. Repeats what a great husband you are. How strong and brave you are.

Working out:

You are not a fan of solutions that require violence. You prefer to handle everything with talking. However, that doesn't mean you can't learn a few moves. Just in case. Especially when your husband owns the most respected gym in whole city.

Although it''s just an excuse... Truth be told, you like to watch your partner in action. How he stays in shape despite his age. How he can still move with lightning speed. How his punches don't lose their power and still leave a loud bang afterwards.

You love to wrestle with him on the mat floor. At the evenings. When no one else is around.

Love to feel his weight on you. To watch drops of sweat trickling down his neck. And enjoy his irritated growls whenever you take control.

Afterwards, you finish it all off with a massage.

Lie down on your stomach, let your husband straddle you. Close your eyes and indulge in pleasure while Yuanwu carefully tries to relax your muscles, afraid of tomorrow's soreness.

When he is jealous:

Sometimes even a calm man with such a long life experience gets carried away by his emotions. His inner wolf takes control. Instincts begin to run wild. And sight of someone else's cherry-colored fingernails on your arm makes him see red. Yuanwu's eyes get coated in a sudden glow. His irises take a predatory shapes and start to shine in intense yellow tones.

Yuanwu spares no time when it comes to reacting. After giving a brief apology to his company, he leaves them alone and confidently heads in your direction. While doing so he isn't hot-headed, he does it with grace and majesty.

He puts his arm around you and as if by accident throws off an unwanted hand. Yuanwu gives an amused smile, almost taken by pity towards your pursuer. He introduces himself with that over-sweetened, yet naturally warm voice of his. He pretends to be surprised and with faked curiosity questions who this new companion of his husband is.

However, when she starts to introduce herself slightly confused, Yuanwu focuses his attention only on his glass, that he holds in his other hand. Unfazed by woman's titles, as if deaf to her words, he slowly stirs his champagne in a circular motion. When your admirer finally finishes, Yuanwu puts his mask back on and smiles charmingly in woman's direction. Asking politely if she won't mind if he takes his husband to the dance floor.

Without waiting for an answer, he sips down rest of his drink and hands it to the confused woman. Before you can even say goodbye, you feel yourself being pulled in the opposite direction.

Yuanwu definitely needs to cover up that sickening smell left on your body. And show who you really belong to.

Nesting:

He likes to mark his territory. To leave his scent on you. He doesn't leave visible marks, he doesn't have that audacity. He's also too old for such a puppy play. But that something inside tells him to show others what belongs to him. So he chooses the least drastic way, just to satisfy his instinct.

Situation at home, however, is quite different. Here he wants to feel safe. And for that he needs the proximity of his pack.

He needs you. Your presence.

He has sensitive senses, feels all smells much more strongly. So he gets easily irritated by what's foreign.

He wants you. Only you.

So he surrounds himself with your clothes.

At first it seems that he is cleaning. In the end, he always takes over these duties at home. He collects your clothes scattered around the house. Some of them he throws into the laundry basket, some he begins to fold with great care. But at some point he makes a mistake. He takes a heavier breath and accidentally inhales your scent. Flushes appear on his face, and his head begins to spin. He slowly slides down on his bended knees.

A thought forms in his head. Everything else loses its importance.

He gathers a pile of clothes into his arms. As many as he can carry. He hurriedly heads to your bedroom. With force, throws his trophies onto a bed.

From your shirts, pants and sweatshirts he begins to compose a phenomenal collage. He pays great attention to each item, arranging the most comfortable bedding as possible.

After a good 20 minutes, he smiles proudly and lays down in the very middle. Covering himself with the nicest sweaters. Yuanwu closes his eyes and, inhaling the remains of your scent, tries to imagine that you are the one cuddling him.

Watching sports together:

When season of boxing fights begins, you always arrange movie nights together. You sit down in front of your crappy tv. While you keep an eye on a remote, Yuanwu prepares snacks for you. Although he is very organized on a daily basis and makes sure you both stay fit, this particular season is special. Healthy eating gets set aside, no time for it. You two focus only on games. Accompanied only by bowls of chips and mugs of steaming… Trine Tea.

You choose your favorites, analyze their fighting styles and bet about who will win. You argue over who is better. Bickering like some old married couple. Whoever succeeds in betting can brag about it for another week after season ends.

Despite the enthusiasm and adrenaline that accompanies you at every game, exhaustion eventually takes its toll. As midnight strikes a sleepy Yuanwu rests his head on your shoulder, gently squinting his eyes from time to time. When you sense him drifting off you scratch him behind the ear, at which he smiles dreamingly.

Previously: Bittberry Tea

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