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bb-eilish · 9 months

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Blooming Eyes

pairing; collegeathlete!anakinx flowershopworker!reader

summary; After accidentally knocking over another student with her painting, Y/n seems to have caught the eye of him. The same eyes that stare at her, blue and intense have trapped her, so she does what she does best; paint.

word count; 14.5k

warnings; P in v sex, multiple smut scenes, rough sex, romantic sex, mutual pining, obsession, dirty talk, name-calling, dumbification, making out( so much kissing omg), cunnilingus, creampie, etc etc

Working and going to school wasn’t fun, Y/n’s sure nobody has ever said it was. Though, her job was, oddly, pretty nice. She worked in a flower shop for Christ's sake, she was around nice people, and even nicer flowers.

School on the other hand was not as enjoyable. Y/n was in school for painting, and because of these two things people were able to figure her out easily. A sensitive woman who owns multiple cats, some even going as far as labeling her a "crazy cat lady" and trying to decipher her mental health for some reason.

She didn't let that bother her though, she lived a cozy life and for that she was grateful.

"I'll miss you." She pouts at her cat. The fluffy white one, Cherry, brushed against her legs as Y/n crouched, she briefly licked Y/n's fingers before rubbing her furry face against them. The woman smiled softly at the white fluff ball as she swept her hand down the cat's furry back.

"Don't think I forgot about you Mr. Grumpy pants." Y/n smiles as she steps over to her other cat, the broody void named Bear. He was curled up on top of her couch cushion, hiding his pouty face as she baby-talked. "I'll miss you too." The black cat uncurled to stretch and play with Y/n's fingers. She finally grabbed her backpack, the large canvas she had to drag to class, and waved at the two cats before opening and shutting the door to her apartment.

Traffic wasn't too bad, though, she wouldn't mind if it was. She enjoys blasting music and singing as loud as she wants. It was therapeutic. But, as she was pulling into the parking lot infront of the art building, she turned a little too sharp and the canvas in her backseat went flying. A mantra of "shit shit shit shit shit" flew out of her mouth as she parked and prayed it didn't break. Y/n whips around and inspects the item before slumping down in relief.

Now, the worst part, getting this monstrosity into class without injuring her fellow classmates.

"Sorry, 'scuse me." She mutters as she sidesteps and tip-toes through a crowd of people. A large clock sits on the wall of the building she's facing and, of course, it reads ‘9:29’. Her class starts at 9:30, she knows college professors are more lenient but she didn’t get that kind of teacher.

She loves her art class, absolutely adores it, but the teacher is a bit of a stickler and will kick students out if they're more than a minute late. Y/n thankfully spots the brick building just in time. Suddenly, "Go long" is yelled from beside her. Whipping her head around, she spots a student who is obviously an athlete and rolls her eyes, turning back to look in front of her.

But that would, simply, be too easy. Her canvas completely bulldozes over somebody as she turned around for half a second. "Oh my god." She spoke, not at the man on the ground, but at the freshly ripped hole right in the center of her painting. Terror paints her face as she stares at it. "Watch where you're going maybe." One of the guy's friends says.

"My painting.." She says as the man on the ground gets up. She's about to apologize when the clock from before chimes at 9:30, her eyes widen more, if possible, so she offers a mumbled "Sorry" before scrambling off.

"Are you okay, Anakin?"

"Yea...I'm fine." He lets out, still a little stunned. Not at him being basically tackled, but at her. He's never seen her before, but he couldn't think of a better way to run into her. He shakes his head and catches up with his friends, momentarily turning behind him to see if he's able to catch a glimpse of the canvas through the crowd of students.

Y/n successfully makes it on time, she flies down into her seat after setting the canvas on the project table.

"Nice to see you all again." Her teacher begins, but Y/n tunes him out. As she relaxes into her chair she can't help but think back to the guy she rushed into, guilt fills her as she realized she never properly said sorry. She can't even recall what the guy looks like.

Later that day she walks around the flower shop, fixing up and watering some of the plants. It's so relaxing, she smiles at each one before moving on to the next. Soon the door swings open to a rowdy group of boys, all of them well over 6'0 as they leer over the shelves of flowers. She catches a bit of their conversation, "What do you think she would like? I know I fucked up, flowers will help, trust me. Girls eat that shit up." She rolls her eyes at that, continuing to care for the various flowers.

Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes catch her, they continue to lock onto her, even when she disappears into the backroom.

The boys ring the bell on the desk, a little too much and a little too rough. She licks her teeth in annoyance as she steps out to the checkout counter. There's about 4 of them and she'd rather be buried alive than have to talk to them. It's unbelievably intimidating as they stare at her while she's checking out the bouquet of flowers they settled on.

"That'll be $15.99." She mutters, looking up and making eye contact with one of them. His eyes are intense, but not in the same way as the others. She feels hooked, almost like she was lured into a trap. She gulps quietly before looking back down, putting away the money, and offering them change.

"Have a nice day and come again." She says, the last part coming out as they stare at each other once more. They only look away after the door opens and closes again. She's not sure if he looks back at her because she turns and zips into the backroom.

Friday, finally. She doesn't have school today, she only works. Her shift doesn't start until 4.

So, until then, she sits and does nothing. It's wonderful, she adores laying on her couch with her cats. Today was a bit different though, the stranger's eyes appeared in her head at every turning corner. It brought along a wave of goosebumps and quick heartbeats. Y/n has no idea why she's so drawn to him, but she is and it has completely blindsided her.

"Alright guys, I'll be home soon enough." Is said to her cats, more for herself honestly. Her shift went per usual, the people were back to being polite, no rowdy men who are incredibly enticing.

The next day, though, was unusual.

The bells she adores chime and ring as she enters the shop, checking in and greeting Marleen, the store owner. "Anything interesting happen recently?" Y/n asks, trying to make conversation as she gets out the watering can for the flowers. Marleen walks behind the cash register as she thinks, "Kind of, a man came in here and walked around for a little bit the other day, didn't buy anything, and then sat outside on the bench for another 10 minutes before leaving."

Y/n furrows her eyebrows, "That's strange." The conversation ends there as she goes to the back of the green house outside and fills up the can, dragging it back and watering the flowers.

An hour or two goes by before a few people come in, she's snipping some of the leaves as one of them gets her attention. The bell chimes once more behind her but she doesn't look. "Can I help you?" She asks, turning towards the man with a smile on her face. "Yes, would you happen to know anything about taking care of plants?"

She smiles brighter at that, "I do, whats the problem?"

"Well, my cactus is starting to turn a darker green or black color at the bottom and it's becoming softer. I'm not sure what to do." The man says, nibbling his lip. Y/n nods before asking, "How often do you water it per week?"

The man raises his eyebrows, "I water it everyday, is that bad?"

She hums, "There's your issue, root rot. Since it's the spring you only need to water it about every 10 days, that should clear it up. If the rot is more severe you might need to repot and re-soil it."

"I see, thank you so much!" She smiles as they part ways, she goes back to snipping the last of the leaves before retreating back to the backroom to drop off the scissors and then to the counter, waiting for anyone to check out. She spaces out for a second before noticing someone walking up to the front of the counter.

"Hello, did you find everything okay?" She spews off automatically before looking up, seeing it's the man from the other day. Not the loud, obnoxious one, the one with the intense blue eyes.

He softly smiles, "I did." His voice is deep, but inviting and easy to listen to. She grabs the small potted succulent he placed onto the counter before grabbing the scanner and scanning the bottom. She catches his outfit, a black baggy t-shirt and acid-wash black jeans. The simpleness only added to his overall appeal.

"You sure know a lot about plants." He starts, smiling at her. "You must have a lot at home."

She laughs before telling him the price, "I don't actually, I have cats so y'know." She smiles while the man swipes his card, "It'll ask you if you want to add a tip and then you can sign." She says, regarding the card reader. He nods before tapping it a few times and dragging his finger along the screen.

"You look like the type to have cats." He says as he puts his card away, "Is that bad?" Y/n lightly teases. He shakes his head no, "Not at all, it's cute."He says, momentarily reading her name tag. "I'll be sure to come back and ask you for advice if anything happens ." Her heart practically stops in her chest as she laughs, "I'll be expecting you, have a nice day."

"You too, Y/n."

She swallows, watching him leave. "Oh my god." She whispers, she could fill out a diary about him and they only just met. So, thats exactly what she does.

When she returns home, she makes a B-line for the new pocket-sized sketchbook she recently bought. She flips past the drawings of flowers and settles on an empty page. Getting out a pencil and drawing the one thing she remembers the most, his eyes. The intensity of them, his brow bone, she makes sure she incorporates the way they make her feel as well. She even busts out her colored pencils for the blue of his irises.

She would feel embarrassed if she didn't feel a physical feeling before drawing his eyes, her fingers tingle as she draws them, again and again. They stain page after page, some colored, some not. But they all make her feel the same way. When she deems it out of her system for the time being, she checks her clock, stunned to see it was way past 12:00.

But that's okay, the shop isn't open on Sundays.

Her dreams that night were surreal, she fell into his eyes, literally, like they were a hurricane, they swirled her further and further into him. She drowned in his eyes and wouldn’t mind if she did in real life too. When she awakes, there's a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. That day she tries her best to get into her homework and not the alluring customer from her job. At one point she spaces off and doodles along the sides of her psychology homework, it lasts a few moments before she realized what she drew. The same pair of eyes that have been tormenting her, stare back from her homework.

"I'm going crazy." She mumbles, laying her head on the table. Y/n picks herself up after a minute or so. Scribbling down the answer to the last few problems, she throws the paper in her folder and sits down on her couch, chewing her thumbnail anxiously. She's not really sure what's going on with her, she doesn't even know his name. His eyes though, the way they stared at her, brought out a feeling like no other. She decides to occupy herself with tv until she goes to bed, she has art class tomorrow and is well aware of the homework her teacher assigns on Mondays.

—

Pulling into her parking space, she makes a mental note on the art supplies she has to buy. The faint thought of taking her drawings of him to the next level startle her. Is this creepy? She hopes not. It's truly addicting to think about him.

"Happy Monday, everyone. As you're probably expecting, I have an assignment for you." Sighs are heard through the class as he keeps going, "Next Monday you will turn in a painting on something that moves you. Doesn't matter what, but make it have meaning." He finishes. Y/n thinks for a moment about what she'd make, she can feel it at the back of her mind though. She doesn't have to really think that hard about it.

Her job was quiet, only two people came in during the 3 hours she's been there. Her shift ends in 10 minutes and she's excited to pick up some new art supplies, creativity is fresh on her mind, it has the tips of her fingers tingle. So much so, she grabs a pad of paper and a pencil and gets to practicing the same pair of eyes she's come to perfect.

The bells chime and she lets out a "Welcome in." As she usually does. She doesn't look at the door as she shades in the pupil of the eye, she can already see his likeliness shining through the paper. She continues adding details to his eyebrows as she senses something.

"Wow, that's amazing." A deep voice says from over her shoulder. Y/n jumps about 6 feet in the air and just barely keeps in her squeal of terror. He stands back and chuckles, "Didn't mean to scare you, you okay?" He asks, putting a comforting hand on her back.

"Oh yea, I'm fine. And thank you." She tries her best to seem not panicky and caught red handed.

"Can I see it?" He asks her, nodding towards the pad of paper. Okay, now it's time to panic. She can't say no, that would be off putting. Maybe he won't notice the resemblance? She inhales, "Sure, here." She scoots over the paper to him. Her heart stutters in her chest and her palms grow clammy the longer he stares at it.

"These seem familiar." He pauses, she could honestly throw up right now, this can't be happening. "I can't put my finger on it."

She exhales, relief settling over her shoulders as he moves back to the front of the small counter, she shuffles the paper onto the shelf below the register, hoping he doesn't connect any dots.

"I actually came here to ask you something. I'm in botany right now and it's not looking too good for me, I saw how good you are with plants, so I was wondering if you would tutor me? ." Y/n widens her eyes, what did she do in her past life to be rewarded like this?

"Oh, yea, I can do that. When are you free?" She's dreamed about asking him that, different context though, usually it's after he declares his love for her and wants to get married. Tutoring is good too though.

"I'm not working at the moment so any time that works for you probably works for me." He smiles, the motion adds a matching expression to her own face.

"Tomorrow at 6:00?"

"Perfect, does my place work? I'll give you my number." He tells her, waiting eagerly for her to reply.

"I can do that, and here." She grabs her phone from her back pocket. Passing it to him, her bottom lip becomes trapped under her front teeth. Their fingers brush against each other’s as he takes the device from her. Y/n swallows, glancing everywhere but him as he continues. "Here." He passes it back to her, he even put in his name. "Anakin." She states looking up at him. There's a gleam in his eyes, she's not sure what it is but it's accompanied by a teasing smile.

"That's me. Well, I just came here to run that by you, thank you again. I'll talk to you later?" He leans on his hands that are flat on the counter, not so subtly towering over her. The intensity in his eyes comes swooping back as she looks up at him. They trace her very being and it feels like she's forgotten how to breathe.

"I'll make sure to text you after my shift." She smiles at him to the best of her ability, it's hard though, she feels like the only person in the world as he looks at her. It's not a bad feeling, not at all, it makes her feel warm and special.

"I'll be looking forward to it." He let's her know as he walks to the door, turning around to speak to her.

When he leaves and is out of her line of sight, she crumbles. Y/n sits down behind the counter to catch her breath. Her face probably looks like a tomato right now, but she doesn't mind-Y/n has bigger problems. Like having to text him. What should she say?

'Hi' sounds too uninterested.

'Hello' sounds too formal.

'Hey' sounds too much.

She decides she'll cross that bridge when she gets there, she has another hour behind the counter before she can leave.

Turns out, that hour was pure agony. She spaced out the entire time and it STILL felt like years. But, it's bittersweet. As she sits in her car, face lit by the screen of her phone, the empty message bar sits there, she's typed nothing. Y/n knows she's being dramatic, so she huffs and types against her will.

"Hey, this is Y/n."

Then she basically throws her phone into the passenger seat and takes off. The volume of the radio blasts as she grips the steering wheel with a new found urgency.

Just when she opens her door she remembers the supply store. "Goddamnit." She swears she'll go tomorrow.

"Hi, Babies." She greets her cats as they hang around her legs.

It's not very late so she decides to start on her art project. She has a closet full of canvas', so she flips through them. What would make Anakin's eyes pop the most? Y/n doesn't know why she does this to herself, but she picks the biggest one she owns. This time, though, if it rips, she might attack somebody.

She lays the canvas out on her floor, an array of different black and gray pencils sit around her.

She closes her eyes for a moment, visualizing earlier that day. How his eyes pierced her, how he looked down at her. Blindly, she searches for a pencil. The feel of it on her fingers felt amazing, she cracks open her eyes and gets to work. His eyes fill the entire thing in no time and she feels whole. It didn't take long for her to fully sketch out everything, as she gazes at her newest obsession, it sends a jolt of electricity down her back. She breathes before picking up her phone, lungs soon deflating as she sees a text.

'Thought you forgot about me for a second haha'

She spots the time it was sent, 1 hour ago.

She scrambles to open the message app and type actual words.

'I could never and sorry by the way. I was working on my art project, it really cuts me off from the world lol'

He responds a second later;

'You really are a tortured artist lol'

'Here's my address by the way-->'

Y/n knows she'll have to put that into her gps, she's not the best with directions.

'Thanks, I'll be there at 6. Make sure you have the homework you're struggling with and the class textbook'

'I gotchu'

The conversation ends there, she can finally breathe.

School was, well, school, nothing ever happens in her math or english classes. Per usual, her job was the most exciting part of her day that didn't involve Anakin.

So, when she leaves work and heads to the supply store, she picks up the right paint and decides if she needs more brushes or not. As she tosses them in her backseat, she checks the time on her phone, "You have to be kidding me." She grumbles, 5:50. Her fingers quickly punch in his address before she's pulling out of the parking lot. He lives about 15 minutes away and it makes her kind of want to drive off the bridge she's currently driving over.

She speeds the entire way there, thankfully arriving 13 minutes later instead of 15.

In her scrambled state she forgets who's door she's knocking on for a moment, the fear of being late taking over her mind completely. So when Anakin opens the door she grips the wall beside her for support. "Well well, seems you're about 14 minutes late, tsk tsk." He teases as he holds the door open for her.

"I'm so sorry, I had to run to the store to get more paint." She offers, slipping her shoes off.

"Art project you were talking about last night?' Anakin asks, closing the door. Y/n nods, muttering a 'Yea'.

"When am I gonna be able to see it? If it's taking so much of your time it must be good."

Her eyes widen, he wasn't able to decipher the quick sketch at her job, but he would absolutely tell with her painting. She tries to hide her panic, "Maybe if you pass botany." She teases, following him to wherever he's set up at. They come up to his dining room table, papers and textbooks are arranged nicely, it makes her smile.

He takes a seat and pats the one next to him, "C'mon Ms. Artist. Tell me about plants."

She giggles as they begin.

Everything is going well, he's getting questions right and seems fairly knowledgeable on the topic.

"Are you sure you need help? You're doing great, I could hire you at my shop." He gives her a shrug and a laugh, the topic shifting to normal conversation after a little.

"You have two cats?" He asks, body facing her as he leans on an arm.

"Yup, Cherry and Bear, both pieces of my heart." She expects him to laugh at her for saying that, poke fun at her for caring so much for them. But he smiles, "That's cute, I can't lie. Do you have any pictures?" Y/n almost misses his question, her ears still perked up at his compliment.

"Oh, uh, yea." She grabs her phone in her back pocket, swiping through her pictures until she lands on one. Cherry lays on her chest while Bear sits behind her, his head pressed up against the side of her face. It still warms her heart looking at it.

As she shows him the photo, she gauges his reaction. A moment passes. "Wow, that's so cute" He's mumbles, drinking in the photo as she pulls it away, "I know right, they both have such cute faces."

"Oh yea, your cats are cute too."

She laughs at that, trying to not let his obvious flirting ruin her composure right now. As Y/n stares at the photo, the time in the corner of the device catches her attention. "I should go, it's getting late." She says softly, stacking the papers they went over, neatly. She stands and pushes the chair in, until a hand comes up to hers, stopping her from getting too far.

"When are you free again?"

"What, you wanna talk about my cats some more?" She laughs, soon looking up at him again as he stands. The hand on hers doesn't move, only squeezes for a second. A laugh leaves him as he looks away for a moment, a smile present on his face

"No tutoring this time, I was wondering if you just wanted to hang out? No plants."

Her eyebrows raise, "Oh, seriously?"

"If you don't want to thats okay-"

"No!..no, I, that would be nice." She stutters out, swallowing. The hand on hers maneuvers so they're hands are interlocked. She would've peaked down if not for the way he was looking at her. It's like a switch for him honestly, the intensity in his eyes flood back and she has to remind herself to stand correctly.

Anakin sucks in his bottom lip as he stares at her face, soon settling on her lips. He takes the first step, backing her into his table. Their fingers split apart as he leans his hands on the edges of the furniture, blocking her in. "I honestly can't get enough of you, each time I see you it's not enough." He whispers against her parted lips, his right hand coming up to cradle her waist.

"Anakin." She breathes heavily.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, lips brushing against hers.

Y/n gulps, nodding as she gazes at his eyes then lips.

He doesn't wait a second before connecting with her skin, gently, lightly. The kiss progresses, the last hand on the table drifts to the base of her neck, loosely gripping the skin. Y/n seriously can't get over how big he is, he's so broad and tall. She feels like he could swallow her up with ease and it has her knees weakening.

They eventually drift apart, lingering near each other until he backs up and lets her out of his cage.

"Here." He mumbles, grabbing her hand and leading her to where her shoes sat. She slips them on without tying them.

"Text me when you get home?" Anakin asks, leaning his hand against his door frame as she stands on his porch. A soft chuckle escapes her, "Sure." Before she goes, he leans in, placing a hand on her cheek and leaving a sizzling goodbye kiss on her lips.

"Bye."

After letting him know she got home safe, she pretty much passed out, she's never been through so much in such a short period of time.

She wakes up to a few texts, and each and everyone of them drive her teeth deeper into her, poor, bottom lip.

'Good morning'

"I had a lot of fun last night'

'What are your classes today?'

Y/n composes herself as best she can before replying.

'Good morning! I had a lot of fun too, more than I've had in awhile'

"And I have two classes, psych and geometry’

The bubbles appear and she turns off her phone, closing her eyes and squealing.

'Do you wanna meet up sometime this week? if you're busy thats okay i totally get it'

She giggles at his rambling.

'I'd love to see you, is Friday okay?'

'Friday's great, wanna grab lunch? I'll pick you up'

"Sounds fun, see you then<3'

Was the heart too much? She doesn't know, it felt right in the moment. She honestly wouldn't be surprised if this was another one of her dreams, they're a little too convincing for her liking.

To say the week went slowly is an understatement. But, she has made good progress on her drawing, the vivid blues she used brought out his eyes incredibly. She traced the dried shadows casted onto the skin of his eyelids with her finger, she knew she was fucked.

Friday rolled around, it weighed on her psyche like a brick. Soon, though, the crippling anticipation would be over.

She scanned herself over in the mirror, "You got this, it's just the dude you're infatuated with who likes you back." Saying it out loud did not help, infact, the need to throw up starting growing. Y/n chugged some water before getting the text.

'I'm outside'

She inhaled and said her goodbyes to her cats, shakily closing the apartment door behind her. From the lobby she could spot a black car parked right in front of the stairs, she hoped it was his. It would be really awkward if she opened it and it wasn’t Anakin. Thankfully, though, it was. "Hey" He greeted, leaning his elbow on the center console, eyeing her closely.

"Where we goin?" Y/n asked, buckling in her seatbelt after she shut the door. He made a thoughtful face before saying the name of a cafe place he wanted to try. Her interested was piqued. The drive there made her giggle, the music he was playing made it very..obvious he was a college student. "What?" He asked, turning to her for a second before watching the road again, a matching smile on his face.

"You listen to fuck boy music." She pressed her hand lightly over her mouth as she laughed harder.

A look of faux offense struck his face as he let out an incredulous scoff. "Fuck boy music?" His astounded voice made the situation all the more funny, her stomach even started hurting from laughing so much. "Wow.." He murmured, chuckling some more. He bit his lip and shook his head. After that it was much easier to talk to him, he was easy to converse with surprisingly.

"What drink did you get?” He asks, taking a bite from his bagel. “An iced matcha latte with a shot of vanilla and vanilla sweet cold foam.”

He blinks at her, “Bless you.”

She laughs before taking another sip of her drink, a lock of her hair loosens from behind her ear and hangs in front of her eye. Anakin doesn’t waste a second before his hand is coming up to loop it back in place.

Y/n raises her eyebrows at his eagerness, "What? Couldn't have anything blocking that face of yours." The drink coming up her straw slowly goes back down as she freezes. A blush she hopes isn't as bad as she thinks it is, takes over her face and ears. She's really not used to a guy being this way with her. Anakin watches her, amused, he loves the way she reacts to his advances.

"What time is it? My shift starts at 4." She remembers, playing with her straw.

"2:04."

"I got time, what do you wanna do?" She wonders as he stands up and grabs the paper his bagel came with, throwing it away as they walk out. "Good question, do you wanna go back to your place?" It's an innocent enough question but she raises her eyebrows anyway, teasing him.

"Oh don't give me that look." He smiles, putting an arm around her shoulders. Leaning into her ear he says lowly, "Don't tell me you're already thinking dirty thoughts. You're so cute." His words paired with his tone, the proximity, his arm, and the intoxicating way his lips and breath brush against her ears are too much for her. "Ladies first." He says, back to his smiley self as he opens the passenger door for her.

The way back could be both worse and better at the same time. He rests a hand on her clothed thigh, he doesn't move it, but it's there, and she's acutely aware of it. It singes her skin even through her jeans. Y/n swears he's out for blood right now, she can feel her heart and it's not looking good.

As she unlocks her apartment door, she wouldn't be surprised if she just dropped dead right there.

Her cats, like always, meet her at the door, tails flicking, and cute meows spewing at random moments. Anakin's in awe as he crouches down, letting the animals smell his hands. "They're so cute."

She giggles at his expression, hanging up her purse.

Her cats warm up to him pretty fast, Bear flips over, his furry stomach on display for them both. Anakin gets his cat fix before moving on to her living room. "Very cozy, Ms. Tortured Artist." He jokes, taking a seat on the couch. Y/n laughs, finding the remote, "Oh, please. I swear everyone thinks I'm such an open book."

"That's probably because you are." He smiles, leaning back and manspreading.

"Okay then, guess something about me." She challenges, forgetting the remote to turn and face his smug expression. "Hmm." He looks up at her ceiling in thought before making an 'o' shape with his mouth, "I bet your room is either beige or pink, no in between." Her mouth opens a bit, he actually got it right. Her bedsheets are pink, maybe she is an open book.

"Well, fuck. You got me, it's pink." She laughs, shrugging.

"Of course it is, can I see it? I don't see too many adults with pink rooms." He plays it off, acting like he's completely innocent in this. Y/n nods, standing up to venture down the hallway. She creeks the door open, her lips pursed as she showed him the pink room he completely guessed right on.

"Wow, cute room. I bet you bring all the guys here, hm?" He teases, sitting on the edge of her bed, he pats the space next to him. "You're an ass." Y/n mumbles, sitting next to him. He leans over a bit, "I might be, do you have a problem with that?' He leans in more, scooting over even. He's close again like he was at his house that day.

She shakes her head, her spine tingling at the sensation of his hand wandering to her thigh. It caresses it, almost luring her she feels like. "Good." Is the last thing she hears before he kisses her again. They both lose themselves in the intimate act, need coming from both sides. It gets heavy quickly, a hand is placed around her back, pulling them closer together, the hand on her thigh has migrated to her ass.

Crash!

Anakin was honestly just going to power through it, the feel of her so eager to touch him sent him spiraling. But, of course, she pulls away.

"Give me one moment, okay?" Y/n pants against his lips, an apologetic smile already on her face. He nods, smacking her ass when she gets up. He closes his eyes and breathes, later opening them to glance around her room. It makes him feel something as he takes in the cutesy stuff around him, and that something shoots down to his jeans as they tighten ever so slightly. Stuffed animals littered her pink bed, her desk next to it had cute little stationary sets, random figurines, and a little notebook. He's not sure why it catches his attention but it does, the latch to keep it closed piqued his interest. So, without thinking, he leans for it, swiping it from the table.

The leather rubs against his warm fingertips as he unlatches it, flipping to the first page. "Predictable." He smiles, little sketches of flowers are sprinkled through out it, and the page after it. Just as he gets to the third page she walks in, immediately eyeing her demise in his hands. She snatches it from his hands the second he lays his eyes on, well, his eyes.

"You're so nosy." She laughs it off like she didn't feel her heart lurch in her chest.

"Sorry." He pauses, leaning back to look at her. A new mood swirling through his eyes, new to her at least.

"You really like drawing those eyes, huh?" He smiles, watching as she sits back next to him. "You could say that." She responds, hoping he drops it. He, thankfully, lets go of what he saw, eyeing her on her cute pink bed, the blush on her cheeks, and the timid look on her face. It’s so alluring. “Don't you think you're a little far away?" Anakin asks, ready to tackle her.

"I'm right next to you, our knees are touching."

"Yea, well, I could think of some other things I'd like to be touching other than our knees." He mumbles, loud enough for her to hear. He gazes at her face with an unbreaking stare. Scooting closer, he leans in to graze her ear with his lips.

"Seeing you all shy and blushy on your pretty pink bed really turns me on, if I'm being honest." His voice an octave lower. A moment later he stands up, a teasing smile on his face. "It's 3:10, you should get ready for work." Y/n looks at him with huge eyes, her fists still clenching the sheets under her. She nods, eyes going everywhere before landing on her lap—her mind trying to rationalize what just happened.

"Oh, right." Need has settled in her stomach, it swirls inside her as she walks past him to her closet. Her work uniform was neatly hung up like usual.

"Wow, do I get a show?" Anakin asks, amused as he takes a seat back on her bed. Y/n playfully scoffs, laying her clothes on her bed before taking his hand and guiding him through her house. "Are you kicking me out, Cutie? I thought we had something special." He jokes, putting on his shoes. "You're so annoying." She laughs, opening the door when he's done. "I'll talk to you later, okay? Gotta make sure you don't miss me too much."

"Okay, okay, get out." She laughs again, Anakin puts his arms up in faux defense as he laughs along. "I'll see you later, Cutie." He takes ahold of her chin, guiding their lips together. The kiss is definitely more than a peck, it leaves her wanting more as he pulls away. He offers her a wink before leaving down her building's hallway.

After closing the door, she slides down it. Face pressed into her knees. Images of what happened only minutes prior race through her mind, momentarily stunning her. She's never been so attracted to someone in her life. But, in love or not, she must get to work. As she's undressing to change into her uniform, she can't help but to let her mind wander. What if she did 'give him a show'?, she knows the feeling of his hands against her bare skin would be intoxicating. His already sinful mouth would be hair-raising.

Goosebumps graze over her arms and stomach as she slips on her shirt and tugs on her pants. The entire way there and her entire shift was endured with a heavy heart. She was wrapped so tightly around his finger already. The vulnerability of it all was scary though, she fell so hard and so fast. Yet, she didn't worry too much about it.

That night she lay awake. Skimming her fingers over her lips, replaying the kisses he's shared with her. A warm feeling fills her chest and abdomen as she closes her eyes. Pressing her face into the pillow as she smiles.

—

“Hey, listen, I was wondering if you’d like to come to my game next weekend.” Anakin says, he called her only a moment ago and, obviously, she picked up pretty fast.

“You play sports?” It really wasn’t that surprising, whenever he wore short sleeves his biceps would strain against the material, she could only imagine what the rest of him looked like.

“Yea, I play football. I’d love if you came, seeing you there would be great.”

“Sounds fun, I haven’t gone to a football game since I was in high school.” She murmurs into the phone, sitting cross-cross on her floor alongside her painting.

“Well, then you probably don’t know that you’ll need to wear a cheer costume, preferably a size smaller or two.” He teases, jokingly trying to convince her. A laugh comes from her and he can picture her smile.

“Is that so? I’m not sure either of us would enjoy my ass hanging out infront of the entire school.” She chuckles, spinning her brush in the jar of water next to her, soon drying it off on a rag.

“You’re right, you should cheer me on in a more..secluded place, like my bedroom.”

“You’re too much, Anakin.” She pauses for a moment, voice becoming softer as she continues. “I’ll be there, text me what time and stuff, okay?” The man on the other end smiles, “Of course, also. I don’t have a picture of you for your contact, could you send me that one you took of you and your cats you showed me the other day?”

Her eyebrows raise, he was oddly specific. “Sure, why that one specifically?” She wonders aloud, dipping her brush into some of the paint lightly.

“I love that picture of you, I told you I thought you were cute in it.” His deep chuckle has her hand momentarily stalling.

“I thought you were just being horny, if I’m being honest.” She confesses, breathy laugh escaping her.

“Me? Horny? Absolutely not.” Anakin teases, sitting up in his bed. “I will say though, could you blame me? You do something to me, Y/n. It’s difficult not touching you at all times.” He confesses, rubbing his neck with his free hand.

“What, do you like me or something?” She could only think of a limited amount of responses. The topic of sex and all things related stunned her a bit, she wasn’t a virgin but that didn’t mean she was used to his advances or forwardness. She heard his low laugh from the line and laid her brush on the rag for the time being.

“You have no idea, it’s honestly a miracle we’ve made it this far. We haven’t even had sex yet and you’re still keeping up with me. It means a lot.” The sincerity in his voice caught her off guard.

“Does that not usually happen?” She wonders if it’s too much to ask, but she’s curious. He sighs before answering.

“I don’t have the best..track record with relationships. I feel like sometimes all people boil me down to is sex, so, it’s refreshing that we haven’t done anything yet and you still wanna hang out with me.” His answer honestly made her wanna cry, she couldn’t imagine being used in such a way—multiple times.

"I'm so sorry. If it means anything, that's probably the last thing I'd ever do. I know I don't show my feelings much...but I really like you. It kinda scares me honestly." She held her breath at the confession, scared of what he'll reply with.

"Yea? You like me? What do you like about me exactly?" And there he was, back to his old teasing self. Y/n laughs loudly at his sudden change in tone.

"Do you actually want a list?" She smiles, absentmindedly grabbing her brush and twirling it in the dark-colored water.

"Oh absolutely, lay it on me, Cutie."

"Hmm, well, I really like how forward you are. You saying you'd like to see me and stuff, the guys I've dated in the past tried to be all cool and anti-feelings. It's nice knowing what you're thinking."

"How could I ever hide how I feel about you?" He sighed, running a hand through his sandy curls.

"Plus, it really helps that you're sexy." She had to say it, it had to be known. It was the truth, she couldn't be blamed. Anakin snorts at that.

"You're so cute, I just wanna pinch your cheeks." He teases, goofy smile on his face.

The call, unfortunately, ends a little after that. She has one day to finish the painting, it only needed some final touches so she was happy tomorrow was Sunday.

Said day went nicely. She finished the painting completely and couldn't be happier with it. She honestly doesn't know how she did it but she truly encompassed Anakin onto the canvas. Looking at it brought a warm feeling to her body, it swam from her heart, to her stomach, and to her limbs.

"Alright, there are two piles. One is the normal turn in pile, and the other is the turn in pile for the University’s art show next Friday night. Now, I will warn you, not everyone who enters will be in the show. We are looking for the best the class has to offer, if you don't get picked that's okay. There will always be more."

Y/n thinks heavily about her decision, she can't possibly pass up an opportunity like this. So, she breathes and adds it to the art show pile. She tries her best to not dwell on it too much, she knows if she overthinks she'll end up panicking and changing her decision. The teacher tells them their homework for the week, but it's nothing to fret over. Because this project was so big he only asked for some simple sketches and drawings.

By the time she makes it out of class her phone pings, an email. Apparently, her teacher for her last class of the day is sick so class is cancelled. She shrugs mentally and decides to head to the library. Her shift doesn't start for a hot minute and she could get some homework done.

She adores the library, especially this one table. It's more towards the back, it's cut off by thick shelves, little to no distraction. It's perfect for homework.

As she walks, she feels her shoulders lift. The painting hanging over her head was done. The obsession with Anakin's eyes painted into reality, it was done. A small smiles lifts her lips as she opens the door to the building the library is located in. The shelves blur together as she walks passed them, they tower over her as usual. The place is fairly empty, aside from one or two students.

She gets closer to the table and crosses her fingers, hoping it's empty. Y/n sighs in relief as she sees it vacant. Sitting in her usual seat, she sets down her backpack and drags out her computer.

Unexpectedly, her phone pings again. This time it isn't an email.

'what class are you in rn?'

Y/n smiles, giddly typing a reply.

'class was cancelled, im doing some homework in the library. it's so quiet in here it’s great’

She leaves it at that, not expecting anything to come from it. So, she plugs in her headphones and shuffles her playlist. Beginning to type her homework. Her head bops to the beat until a pair of hands squeeze her shoulders. It makes her jump, she's honestly not sure if she made a sound or not, her music was a little too loud. She tugs out the earplugs, knowing the culprit already.

"Anakin, you scared me." She breathes, smile on her face as she places a hand on her chest.

"That was kinda the point." He teases, sitting in the seat beside her. "Whatchya working on?"

"My English essay, do you not have a class right now?"

"Technically, it's not a mandatory day. Plus, I'd rather be here with you." He flirts, grabbing her hand that rests on the table. "I missed you."

She can't take her eyes off of him as he tells her that. "I missed you too." Soon, he's nodding at her headphones. "What're you listening to?"

"Oh, Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, it's one of my favorite songs." She passes him one of the earbuds and restarts it.

As she continues typing her essay, they're both quiet, listening to the love song. Anakin's eyes trail up her arm, to her concentrated face, his eyes soften as he takes her in. The song adding a loving theme song to what he was feeling. She was so close to him, a mere few inches. His hand reaches out to graze her arm, skin free due to the short sleeved shirt she was wearing. It brought comfort to him that he could reach out and know she was there.

Y/n's eyes flick to him at the touch, meeting his gaze quickly.

It's silent between them, the look he's giving her would've probably had her in the hospital a week ago. She's able to keep looking at him now, even through his intense stare. Electricity crackles in the air around them, nothing else matters. Nothing else could matter.

His hand doesn't leave her upper arm as he leans in, romantically connecting their lips. The chorus starts up once again, it's fuel for the desire being poured from them. They push together harder, wanting to be one. The only reason they split is for air. But, the need for closeness is still alive and well. So, he scoots closer, wrapping her in a hug. He mumbles something in her hair, but she doesn’t hear it. The sound of their breathing and heartbeats is the only thing heard after that until Y/n speaks up.

"Do you wanna go to an art show next Friday night with me?" Her voice is quiet, almost like he'd run away if she was too loud.

Pulling away enough to look into her eyes, he answers. "Of course, I'd go anywhere with you."

That week they met up a few times, sometimes at school, and sometimes at random restaurants for a date. Anakin was sure he was losing his mind, he's never felt such a way for someone. He was falling for her, very hard and very fast.

After their meet up at the library, Y/n had an idea. Thinking back to when they were on the phone, what if she did wear a cheer costume. Obviously not to the game, but they could celebrate afterward. She wanted to be closer to him, needed the feeling of him. She knew Anakin wanted that too, so she was ready to make it memorable. She orders the skimpy costume off of Amazon and checks that it'll be there before Friday night.

So, when Friday morning rolls around and it ends up in her mailbox she's more than ready for what's to come.

"You're picking me up right?" She asks over the phone, the device is on speaker as she gets undressed, ready to put on the costume under her normal clothing.

"Yea..why do you sound so far away?"

"Oh, sorry. You're on speaker, I'm changing right now." It's not her intention but she'll know Anakin'll get a kick out of that.

"Are you now?"

Then, an incredibly erotic idea falls into her head. As she speaks to Anakin she snaps a picture of herself, she's not wearing anything but the photo stops right above her breasts. They were still very noticeable so she could tease him perfectly. A pout is settled on her face as her hair frames the seductive expression. She sends it and keeps talking like nothing nefarious is happening behind the scenes.

When he stops talking she does too, a smirk making its way onto her face. "Something wrong, Ani?" She's never used the nickname before, but it feels like the right moment to start.

"Fuck, Y/n. You're gonna kill me. I want you so fucking bad, oh my god." His voice is deep and strained.

She ignores the way her body reacts to that as she replies, "Whe are you gonna be here? I miss you."

"Mm, I miss you too, I'll be there in an hour. Be ready for me, yea?” The double meaning of his words tingles up her spine.

She checks herself over in the mirror, the small two piece barely covered anything. Her cleavage couldn't be on more of a display, especially since she paired it with her favorite push-up bra. The small, red, pleated skirt didn't even cover half of her ass, and she paired that with a matching lace thong.

The text that he was waiting for her outside came sooner than she expected so she threw on some baggy clothes and grabbed her things. Making her way to him.

Shocking to nobody, once she sat in his passenger seat he was on her. Hand on her neck as he pressed a searing kiss on her welcoming lips. It would've gone on longer if she didn't remind him of where they were going.

"You're so lucky my game saved you, I don't think I could've held myself back after that photo you sent." He threatened, pulling out of the parking lot. "Don't threaten me with a good time." She replies, taking his free arm into both of hers. She practically hugged him the entire way there.

"You wait in the stands for me, okay? I'll be looking for you." Anakin said, closing the gap between them again.

"Good luck."

As she sat on the lowest bench of the stand, a chill ran up her spine at the thought of what was going to happen once the game was over. The feeling tripled as she spotted him. The look on his face causing a blush to grow on her cheeks.

The game started soon after that, she never really paid attention to sports, so she didn't really know what was going on. She knew enough to get her by, though. She watched him closely, watched as he bulldozed the opposing players. He was one of the tallest on the team so he stood out well. It was unbelievably hot, she couldn't deny the way her thighs clenched together. She was more than ready for the game to be over.

During one of the breaks, he jogs up to the fence next to the stairs of the stands. Calling her over with a nod and a smile. His helmet hung on one of his fingers as he waited for her. "You're doing great." She tells him, smiling proudly.

"It's all because of you, my love." He lightly pants, leaning over the fence to kiss her. Though he tastes like sweat, she didn't mind. The opposite actually, it turned her on even more. And when they split he could see the gleam in her eyes. "As soon as I win this thing we can get outta here, how does that sound?" He moved his damp curls from his face as he spoke, it added to his undeniable sex appeal.

"Sounds good, I'll wait at the car for you afterward." Her hand reaches out to rub at his sticky biceps.

He nods before giving her one last kiss and running back to the field. She gulps, hands sweaty as she sits back down. No doubt having some eyes on her after all that.

She watches him again, this time he's carrying the ball to the other side of the field. The final touchdown of the night. He wins for their team and everyone there loses their mind. Anakin's team surges towards him in awe, she could hardly hear her own thoughts as everyone around her screams and yells. She's immensely proud of him , the need to congratulate him was strong at that point. She realizes though, with everyone jumping around her, she can't see the field. So, she stands on the bench and searches for him. A large smile on her face as she spots him. Watching him so happy made her heart flutter.

As she watches the teams leave the field she clambers down from the bench and makes a B-line for his car. She isn't waiting for long as he tries his best to get through the crowd. The second they meet he's engulfing her smaller frame, her arms wrap around his neck as they kiss probably for the 20th time that day. He's sweaty under the clothes he changed back into, it only makes her wanna take them off.

Anakin presses her back into his car's door, momentarily forgetting where they are. Y/n taps his shoulder as the sound of people talking get closer.

"You did amazing, I'm so proud of you." She praises, pressing another kiss on him.

"All thanks to you, my good luck charm. Do you wanna head outta here?" He smiles, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. She nods before slipping out from under him and getting in the passenger side, telling him to drive to her place. The ride there was pure tension, she played with his calloused hands and praised him more as they neared closer and closer to her building. Neither of them addressed the very obvious pent-up sexual tension suffocating them. Opting for letting it grow--thrive. It would pay off in a matter of time.

Her shutting the apartment door behind her signaled for Anakin to throw his self-control out of the window. He walked her backward with tight hands on her waist as they made out through her apartment, trying to get to her bedroom. Once there, he plants a firm hand on her chest and pushes her down to her bed. The sight of her looking up at him, waiting for him to please her caused more blood to navigate south within him.

“Ever since I saw your cute little room I wanted to do this. Wanted to take you in the most disgusting way possible, see you sob against your pink sheets, all because of me.” He confessed, lowering himself to hover over her.

She couldn’t deny the way that made her feel, all of her ex’s made her feel like a dumb child when they saw her room. So she felt her panties dampen and her thighs rub together at his words. Anakin smirks when he notices the movement. “You like that, Cutie? You like when I talk to you like that?” He leans in to kiss her, cutting off her answer. His skillful tongue licks into her mouth, practically going down her throat the harder he becomes. The kiss is ended with a harsh suck to her tongue.

The man above her continues his assault across her jawline and below her ear, where he begins to get messy with his kisses. He sucks and nibbles all the way down to her collarbones, where he deems she’s wearing too much clothing.

“Take off your shirt for me, Cutie.”

This is it, she gulps as she takes hold of the hem of her shirt and drags it off—showing off the top half of her skimpy cheer costume. He loudly sucks in a breath before pushing her chest back down to the bed and forcefully taking off her pants himself. He throbs in his jeans at seeing the entirety of what she’s wearing.

“What’s all this, baby?” He bites his lip, his hands roaming her exposed skin. A seductive grin takes ahold of his lips as he drinks her in.

“You said you needed a cheerleader, didn’t you?”

“Fuck.” He mumbles, gripping her knees to spread her legs accordingly. Anakin eyes the thong she’s wearing and makes a mental note to stuff them in his pant’s pocket when he gets them off of her. He slots himself in between her welcoming thighs, erection pressing hotly against her clothed cunt. The kisses that were stopped along her collarbones moments ago start up again, now more urgent.

“God, you’re so sexy. All mine too. My little cheerleader.” He breaths against her, making his way down to her cleavage. Nips and sucks are felt at the exposed skin of her breasts, her hips press upwards at that, wanting to feel him. The material of her shirt is pushed up over her bra, then hands snake up her spine to unclasp that too. She shimmies down the straps so he can throw the item behind him.

“I knew you’d have perfect tits.”

He doesn’t waste a second to lick around one of her nipples, taking it in his mouth after a second. A hand gropes the breast that isn’t in his mouth and the other is splayed over the side of her thigh, moving up to grab as much of her ass as it can.

“Anakin.” She moans, arching her back slightly. Her thighs clamp down around his waist, it feeds into the desire that’s beginning to take over his mind. He ruts his hips into her, both of them moaning at the contact. The smell of her arousal floats between both of them, it has him groaning before harshly thrusting against her. “Smell so good, gotta have a taste.” He pulls away, lowering to his knees before she stops him.

“Wait, Anakin. I can’t wait any longer, please—please, fuck me.”

His forehead meets her knee, his teeth pierce his lower lip as he shutters out a breath. “My little cheerleader is such a slut for me already, hm?”

The shirt that clung to his body is taken off, in the sexiest way possible, as well as his pants. Soon, he’s left in his boxers, his very obvious erection strains against the fabric. “Come here.” He grabs her waist as he slides onto the sheets, maneuvering her just the way he wants until she’s propped up on him. His back lays against her pillows as he slips her panties to the side, her leaking cunt pressed deliciously against his clothed cock.

“I can feel how fucking wet you are, is that all for me, Cutie?”

She tries to pay attention to him speak, but the sight of him, abs all sweaty below her, causes her brain to short circuit. “Don’t tell me you’re already all dumb for me.” He hotly stares at her, hand reaching out to grab her chin, making sure she’s looking him in the eye. “I asked you a question.”

She stares with wider hazy eyes, “It’s all for you, Ani. Need you so bad.” She whines, panting already.

He smirks at her state, loving the way she reacts to him. “Show me then, Cutie. Rub your wet little pussy on my cock and I might just fuck you with it.” His eyes are back to the intense ones she knows so well. But this time, he can visibly see how bad they affect her. Taking in a deep breath, she places her shaky hands on his abs before moving her hips. A gasp is heard pretty quickly due to how hard he is, she wonders if it hurts at all.

Weirdly, he finds it that much hotter how her skirt covers where they meet.

“There you go, keep going.” He praises, watching her with lidded eyes. Her head hangs low as she grinds a little harder.

“Fuck.” He rasps, moving his hands to her hips.

Her clit catches his head and ridges a few times and it’s enough to pull a pornographic moan from her. They’re full-on dry humping now, she can even see a wet patch start to grow on his briefs when she pulls up her skirt, it makes him salivate. “I can’t wait any longer.” He groans out, stopping her movements. A hand on her waist keeps her in place as he pushes down his briefs a few inches to grip a hand around himself. Pearls of pre cum ooze down his head and it has her gulping.

“Ready, Cutie?”

Y/n nods, tossing her head back as Anakin runs his cock through her folds before pressing into her. She’s so wet that in one push he’s filled her to the brim. “Anakin.” She weakly moans out, leaning her body forward to push him impossibly deeper inside her.

“Shit, you’re so tight and wet for me. Just like I knew you’d be.”

“You’ve thought of this before?” She asks, knowing the answer. She just wants to hear his dirty words some more. “Of course, I have. Jerked off to the idea of this cute little pussy so many times. You’re better than I imagined.” Her lips quiver at that, it propels her into raising her hips and slamming them down as fast as she’s able to at that moment. The stretch of him is making her delirious, an insatiable hunger taking over her.

“Just like that, Cutie. Doing so good for me.” The praise has her clenching around him. She tries her best to keep a good pace but it’s proving to be difficult, her thighs burn as her body forces her to slow down. The man under her takes notice and grips her waist, sitting up and laying her down beneath him.

He throbs inside of her impatiently, so he grabs her thighs and pushes them closer to her chest, both of them moan at the new angle. The way he’s now kissing her cervix has her turn to pure putty in his hands. “There you go, you’re my dumb little baby, aren’t you? Have I fucked you stupid?” He calls out, eyeing the way she reacts. A smirk finds it’s way on his face as she tries to answer but fails. The grip he has on her thighs tightens as he feels her clench, the fluttering doesn’t stop so he guesses she's close.

Her hand tip toes down to her clit to messily rub, she doesn’t care how or how fast, she just needs the stimulation.

“M’ gonna come.” She moans, tears welling in her eyes at his harsh pace and the words falling from his lips.

“Do it, Slut, come.” He growls, grinding his hips into hers. Anakin watches her face closely as she finishes around him, then he backs up to peak down at the way his cock fills her up to the brim.

“There you go.”

Y/n lazily smiles as he slows down to a stop.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, yet.” He tells her, pulling out to flip her over onto her stomach. His strong hands pull her ass up, pushing her legs apart with his knee. “You look so good like this, pussy ready for me.” His voice is low and gravelly, it has her dripping.

—

The next morning she awoke to the unusual smell of bacon. A hand splays out on the spot next to her, it’s cold. Cracking open an eye, she notices the bed is empty. “Anakin?” Her groggy voice asks to the open air. There’s no response so she pushes herself to her feet, noticing she’s in her panties and what looks like Anakin’s shirt.

Traversing through her apartment, she spots the kitchen and rubs her eyes. Anakin’s tussled hair and toned back was the first thing she saw, “Anakin?”

His ears perk up. Turning around, he smiles, “Good morning, about time you woke up. I was just about to come get you.” He walks over to her, settling his hands on her hips and placing a loving kiss to her cheek. “I made breakfast, go sit down.” He nods to the table. “I didn’t know you were so motherly.” She smiles, sitting down at a chair.

“Just for you.” He murmurs, getting out cups.

Eating breakfast beside him was odd, not in a bad way though. Waking up to him was truly the best feeling. “What time do you work today?” He asks, shoveling the last of his food in his mouth.

“Uhh 4, and tomorrow the shop isn’t open.”

“Oh, so I get you the whole day? I’m honored.” He says as they both get up to put dishes in the sink. Hands on the counter, she turns around to face him. He gladly leans in and traps her between him and the surface, the kiss they shared was sweet, it made her heart swell.

“I should go back to my place to get cleaned up. I’ll miss you.” He punctuates that with a kiss, or two, or three. She giggles in return, teasingly pushing him away as he goes back for more. “When I come back you better be in the same outfit, you look amazing in my clothes.” He leans into her ear to say, playfully nipping at her neck. “Anakin…” She laughs.

—

A few days have passed, Y/n sits at her desk doing her homework as she gets a call. She recognizes that it’s associated with her university. She answers it and her jaw drops. Her painting was accepted into the art show. She springs up from her bed and squeals when the call is over. The first thing she thinks of is telling Anakin, but, maybe it would be better if it was a surprise.

“Anakin it’s a school night.”

“We’re adults, Y/n. We’re not in middle school anymore, plus it’ll be fun.” He tries persuading her. Currently his friends and him are going to see a movie, it’s about 9:00 so Y/n is a little worried. She hums from over the phone in thought, “Fine, is your car even big enough for all of us?” She asks, playing with the strings of her sweat pants.

“I’ll pick you up and we’ll meet them there, don’t worry.” Y/n hums again.

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes, okay?”

“Okay.”

As he pulls up to her building, he can’t help but be nervous as well. His friends can be a little…intense, and he knows Y/n is the opposite of that. But he really wants his girlfriend and his friends to meet.

“Hey, Beautiful. I missed you.” He smiles, leaning in to leave a peck on her lips.

“I missed you too, what movie are we watching?”

“The new insidious, it looks really good.”

“A scary movie? You should’ve warned me, I’m gonna embarrass myself even more in front of your friends.” Her doe eyes stare in worry at him, causing his heart to squeeze. “Y/n no, I promise it’ll be okay. If it gets too scary I can..distract you. I’m pretty good at that.” He smiles, driving off. Of course, he would say that.

Y/n wipes her clammy hands on her jeans, remembering how the boys were in the flower shop.

Her boyfriend eyes her from his seat, eyebrows furrowed. "Hey, if this is too much for you we can go back. It's up to you." He grabs at her hands, looking her sincerely in the eyes after he parks. "No no, I'll be fine." He smiles at her, giving her a loving kiss before opening his door. The wind whips her hair in her face as she stands, soon hearing the loud chattering of, who she assumes, are his friends. There's about 4 of them, they're already laughing and pushing each other when they reach the two. They do their guy greeting before turning to her. One of them speaks up first, "You must be Y/n, we've heard a lot about you."

"Oh, good things I hope." She nervously smiles, migrating to holding onto Anakin's hand, she grips it like it's her lifeline. The group quickly starts chatting together, Y/n, obviously, the odd one out. The only thing keeping her from running away was Anakin. As they got their tickets and stood in line for snacks, he wrapped a protective arm around her waist. "What do you want?" He asks, referring to what snacks she wants.

A thoughtful expression is seen on her face as she looks over the food. "Can I get the gummy worms? Oh and a blue slushee." She says, pointing to it on the menu. The cashier types in the order, asking if that's all. He nods, paying for you both, his friends order right after. "I'll pay you back, how much was it?" She starts digging through her purse for her wallet. "Y/n, you don't have to pay me back." He shakes his head, smiling affectionately at her.

"Dude, I didn't know you were so sappy." One of his friends laughs, of course, they all start laughing at him. Except one, she doesn't know his name but she knows she doesn't like him. The way his eyes undress her makes her feel dirty and exposed. The 3 pounds of drinks, popcorn, and candy they get is dispersed amongst them. Since they are college boys, they pick the seats way at the back of the theater. She doesn't mind too much though, having Anakin with her soothes her nerves.

As she sits down, Anakin sits to her left, and to her dismay, the one friend sits to her right. The tension the guy brings has her scooting closer to her boyfriend.

Sitting through the ads was tough, she couldn't constantly keep talking to Anakin since he was talking to his friends, so she had to sit there, eating the popcorn that sat in Anakin's lap.

The lights dimmed as she reached for him, clasping one of his hands in between both of hers.

During the movie she had the weirdest feeling of being watched, it chilled her more than the cold theater air. Or, maybe not. She didn't realize how cold it was until right now.

"Anakin, I'm gonna get my jacket from your car, can you give me your keys?" She whispers.

He nods, digging in his pocket and giving her them. Carefully, she gets up, avoiding knocking into everyone's legs as she sidesteps through the aisle.

Moments later when she turns around from locking the car again, jacket in hand. She spots Anakin, his friends, and a security guard outside by the doors. Eyebrows furrowing, she gets closer, the security guard then goes inside, leaving the rest of the men. "What happened? Are you okay?" She noticed one of the guys with a busted lip and bloody nose.

"Let's go, Y/n." Her boyfriend says sternly, dragging her back to the car by the hand. "Anakin? You're scaring me."

Once they sat in the car, her body turned towards him, "Anakin." She says again, waiting for an explanation. The man sighs, rubbing his hands over his face before muttering. "I punched Cody." She's not sure who that is, but she guesses it's the one with the bleeding nose and lip. "What? Why? I thought you were friends."

He sighs again, looking over at you. "He was saying some stuff about you, that I won't repeat. I couldn't control myself after that, then we got kicked out." Y/n was stunned, what could've he possibly said about her that made Anakin so blood thirsty? "Oh." She was obviously a little hurt, not by him, but by the friend. She thought she was doing a good job at talking to them.

"Don't let him get you down, though. You mean so much to me, Y/n, More than I can put into words, let's go home." He runs a hand through his hair before reversing out of his parking space, a stern look still on his face.

That night when they got to her house, he changed into the clothes he brought over and clung to her. They were both on their sides facing each other in bed, her head pressed into his chest, and a firm arm was around her waist.

"Y/n."

"Hm?"

"Look at me."

She does as he requested and tipped her head up, locking eyes with him even through the darkness. His hand on her waist drifts up to comb through the hair beside her ear, before resting on her neck to pull her lips to his properly.

"I love you." He breaths against her mouth, kissing her once more.

"You do?" She asks, reaching up to press her hand onto his. Nobody except her parents has told her that before, especially with the pure adoration that Anakin held. "Of course, I do. The first time I ever saw you, you ran me over with your painting. I was hooked from the beginning." He smiles, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

Her eyes widen, "That was you?"

"Yes, and I couldn't be more happy about it." He spoke so close to her lips, they brushed against each other after each word. "I love you too." She responds, initiating the last kiss before they sleep. After that, they broke apart so Anakin could lean his head on top of hers, listening to her breathing slow as she falls asleep.

Getting through her classes was tough, there was only one more day until the art show. Y/n tried her best not to think too much about it, though.

"Here, Cherry. Here, Bear." She calls, putting food into their dishes. As she sits and pets them while they eat, her mind drifts to what Anakin's reaction might be to seeing his own eyes on display. She can only hope it doesn't weird him out, he's her first boyfriend since her Junior year of high school. He even told her he loves her. But, she knew if he did have an adverse reaction to it, she would understand. Her head lay on her knee as she processes all of her emotions at once.

That day at the shop the bell rang, signaling a customer.

"Welcome in..." She trails off. "Anakin, what are you doing here?" Y/n gasps, eyes sparkling. The man smiles while shrugging. "Just looking around, I suppose." She hums, "Let me know if you need any help, okay?" He nods at her words, stepping around an aisle. It doesn't take him too long to pick out what he's looking for.

He places down a singular rose, readying his wallet. "Alright, that'll be $1.25." He hums in return, plucking out 2 one dollar bills. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I'll miss you." Anakin tells her as she gives him his change. "I'll miss you more, Ani." They cement their words with a kiss and then he leaves, waving at her as he does so.

—

Her hands visibly shake when she steps up to his car, it’s already dark outside so she hopes he can’t see. Y/n decided to wear a nice looking dress, she thought it would be nice since her art is in the show n all. “Wow, you look amazing. If you change your mind and wanna stay home tonight just lemme know.” He jokes.

“Tempting.” She smiles back as they finish greeting each other.

“I gotta grab my jacket from the trunk, one second.” He says as he pops the trunk open. A moment later he’s running back, half of his body is outside the car he leans inside. "For you." The red rose he bought from her in his hand, the smile that erupts onto her face has her cheeks hurting.

“Anakin, you’re so sweet.”

“Whoops sorry, here’s the rest.” She looks at him confused before he moves fully in front of the open door, a large bouquet of roses sit in his hands.

Instead of her usual sweet reply, she stares at him as he sits down in the driver's seat, the roses taking up quite a bit of space. Her eyebrows are furrowed as her mouth is still open in awe. She tries to stop the feeling of tears but it’s no use, they well up in her eyes and begin to drip and trickle down her cheek.

“Don’t cry, Cutie.” His eyes soften at her.

She gains some courage to reach out and grab the flowers, looking down at them with her, now, very wet cheeks. “You really didn’t have to.” She sniffles, wiping her tears and nose with her sleeve. “I wanted to, I love you, Y/n.”

She sniffles once more, “I love you too. Thank you.” Anakin’s not sure whether she’s thanking him for the flowers or his feelings towards her, but it makes him feel good either way. During the ride she decides to put the flowers in the back, the need to hold onto him after that was strong.

“Where are we going first?” They see a bunch of people around the school, not sure where the official entrance is.

She looks around at the outside venue before pointing to the place she wants to start looking around, knowing her piece is the opposite way.

It was unbelievably nice to look around and chat about the art pieces, some are statues, clay, and of course, paintings. Now, the moment she’s been dwelling on. She spots her painting a few feet down. “Wow, these paintings are so pretty.” Y/n says, trying to make it seem like something wasn’t eating her up inside. The natural speed of their walking, and brief stops, finally brought them to her painting. A sign in front of it spells out his name as the name of the piece, and her name as the author is right under it. Anakin’s hand on her back rubs her clothed skin, as it has been on and off for the past hour. His fingers feel like fire through her dress.

Her senses are heightened, the sound of the ground under their feet, the chatting of people around them, and the wind is all very loud. Her heart beat especially.

She doesn’t say anything as they walk in front of her section. “Heh, this looks like the eyes you always draw.” She gulps at his observation, waiting for him to read the sign. In a confused voice, he lets out a “Y/n..?” As he stares at the vivid blue on the canvas and the sign that has his name as the title of the painting, it all hits him at once. She can’t possibly look at him, she’s already having trouble regulating her breathing. But, he grips her and spins her to face him.

“This..is yours?” He pauses, eyes full of emotion. “You were drawing me? All those sketches I saw..were me?” He searches her eyes for something, anything in the moment.

“I’m sorry if you find it creepy-.” She begins explaining herself, but he cuts her off. “Y/n, no. I love it, more than I can express.” He never imagined anyone would do this, would ever take such an interest in him more than his physical abilities and attractiveness.

“I can’t believe it. Come here.” He says, taking her to a less populated area. Once they’re there, he grabs her face gently. His eyebrows are knit together as tears well in his eyes. “Y/n, I, I never thought I’d meet someone like you. Thank you for loving me."

It didn’t very long for them to make their way to her bed once more, this time was different though. She felt it in the air, in the way he pressed loving kisses to the expanse of her skin. The dress she’s wearing is bunched around her hips as he lays in between them, kissing down her thighs.

“Gonna make you feel good, Cutie.”

His nose nudges her clothed cunt, it has her hips stuttering upwards. He smiles as he carefully prods her with his tongue over her panties, soon settling on her clit to suckle lazily. "Anakin." She whines, the teasing becoming too much for her. Her boyfriend smiles before moving up to the waistband, kissing sultry kisses into her skin and the fabric, it ends with him nipping at the clothing and tugging it down her body with just his teeth. She hopes she doesn't go into cardiac arrest because of him.

His large hands grip her thighs, throwing them over his shoulder and spreading her wide with two fingers. "Such a pretty pussy for me, Cutie." He mumbles into her as he licks firmly up her slit to her clit. Her back reacts first, then her hands get lost in his hair. She's never been eaten out before, the feeling coupled with the perpetrator being Anakin made her mind fuzzy. He eases his tongue inside of her, licking around before he groans. The vibrations pulling a loud moan from Y/n.

"I knew you'd taste good, so perfect for me."

His praise added a new layer of heat to her face and chest, the dress she was wearing suddenly very hot. Anakin narrowed in on her clit, his finger pulled back the hood so he could suck purely on the bundle of nerves. A choked whine leaves her, her back arches fully at the sensitivity. The liquid fire in her gut spreads like lava as she unexpectedly comes, the moans are stuck in her throat as she processes the euphoria flowing through her. His sucking becomes gentler as he prolongs her orgasm.

"You did so good for me, Baby. God, you drive me crazy. You see what you do to me?" He hotly asks, pushing his jeans down enough to grip his erection through his briefs. An ache settles in her pelvis, the need to be filled becoming almost unbearable. "I need you, Anakin. Feel so empty without you." His eyes close for a second before he fully undresses, soon doing the same to her as she pushes the material of her dress up and over her head. The both of them feeling the effects of the other person.

He pushes in and leans down, catching her lips in a kiss. "I love you, Y/n." She mutters back the sentiments, eyes rolling to the back of her head at the initial stretch of him. The veins that line his shaft are felt through her tight walls, it drives her crazy.

"Fuck, so tight for me." He mumbles, dropping so their bodies are pressed flush against each other. His head rests on her neck as he picks up his pace, rutting into her needly. Light lines of red come to life on his back due to her fingernails, the pressure only drives him further into her. The only other sound besides their mixed moaning and groaning is the squelching from how wet she is, Y/n bites her lip in embarrassment, and Anakin's hips stutter.

"So wet for me, love this pussy so much."

A layer of sweat forms between their bodies as he keeps going, and a hand drifts down between them to rub at her clit. His thumb keeps up with his thrusting, only rubbing faster when she cries out. “Gonna come for me, Cutie?” He breathes heavily, planting deep kisses against her neck and chest.

She nods quickly, clinging onto him. “So close for you.” Her voice is a tad hoarse as she speaks up.

“Let go, need to feel you.”

His plead pushes her off the edge. Her hips do as they please and buck up into him, plunging him deep into her. Fireworks set off behind her closed eyelids and her brain lulls to a stop, letting the overwhelming feeling take over her limbs as they shake. Just as she comes out of it a loud groan sounds from him, “Mm, Baby, where do you want me?”

“In me, please come inside me.”

The idea of coming inside her ends it all for him, dirty thoughts and images run through his mind a mile a minute as he shoves himself as deep as he can go. The warmth of him finishing in her has zaps of electricity shooting up and down her spine.

“You did so good, Y/n.” He pants from above her, leaning down to give her a sweet kiss before he pulls out. The sight after he does is picture-worthy, his come leaks out of her and it almost makes Anakin hard again. A moment passes before he takes his middle and ring finger and pushes the rest back inside of her.

“You’re so pretty with my come leaking out of you, my little tortured artist.”

She chuckles out of breath before he speaks up again.

"I know this probably isn't the right time, but y'know how you helped with my botany homework?"

Her eyebrows draw together curiously, "Yes..why?"

"Well, I actually wasn't failing, I had an A in that class but I just wanted an excuse to talk to you more."

Her eyes grow wide at that, an incredulous smile on her face. "Seriously?"

He shrugs, "It worked, didn't it?"

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Can't Sleep Love

CW: Somnophilia(F! receiving), Oral(M! and F! receiving), Knotting (M), edging/orgasm denial(M! receiving), multiple orgasms( M! and F! receiving), FLUFF, NEUVILLETE IS SWEETHEART, Petnames ( love, dear, dearest,my love, etc), reader is called princess once, Smut (obviously), Husband!Neuvillette, AFAB reader, fem reader (Reader wears a dress and heels, and has a vagina and breasts), dirty talk, praise, Neuvillette is a service top leaning towards a sub, reader is a switch, Neuvillete is prim and proper--so he's clutching his pearls, sorta scandalized when reader talks nasty. Inexperienced(??Neuvillette hasn't had anyone else as a bed partner so he's still kinda new?), Reader calls him 'Villette'.

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Neuvillette cherishes the quiet moments, like these, more than anything else.

You're both tired, you moreso, from a date night out. A lovely candlelit dinner followed by a play at the opera house. And though he held your hand through your sniffles and nodded his head sympathetically throughout the play, you knew immediately what was up when you both stepped out of the opera house to a light sprinkle.

You smiled at him, knowingly, charmingly, reaching forwards to press your lips to his cheek. And just like that the stars were out again.

And now you're home, in the bedroom, on the master bed. You fell down onto it as soon as you entered the room and haven't moved yet, even after he's exited the bathroom. It's late, after all.

Half asleep and dozing, your hands are half curled by your head, and a smile paints your face, sweet and blasé.

You are so beautiful.

He's going to take care of you.

The heels unclasp with hardly a sound; pretty little blue things you bought to match him, you had said. The dress and everything else however, he bought for you.

It makes something in his chest curl, as he carefully shimmies off your heels, as he drags his hands under the hem of your skirt to unclasp your garter belts, rubbing away the indents left there. Old, possessive feelings he thought he'd outgrown long ago.

But you are in his bed, wearing the clothes he bought for you, looking so soft and sweet there, as he rests his head on the soft plush of your thighs, breathing you in and trying not to shake with the urge to just grab you.

You always evoke these sorts of emotions from him. Something he once thought he could never understand, something to be repressed, for its unsightliness; You hold it all all up to the light and don't even flinch.

You give a little half sigh, and Neuvillette relents.

He slides your thighs apart, slowly, nudging closer to your core, swiping his long tongue over the fabric of your panties. Smooth silk and a lace pattern, the seam of your womanhood he can all feel, but he wants to taste.

They slip off easily like they are meant to, and soon enough Neuvillette is lapping at you, smooth wet glides along your inner folds. Slick gathers under his tongue while you sigh and gasp above him, and he groans into your skin, pressing himself closer, spreading your thighs further.

"Neuvillette…? What are you, oh, archons ...." Now that won't do, he lifts his head from your skin, mouth smeared in slick, and clicks his tongue at you.

"I want to hear only my name from your lips, dear. I'm the one here with you, after all." And just the thought of them hearing; Focalor would act smug and pester him to no end, so no need. This was none of her concern nor business.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Not nearly long enough. I was hoping I could get you to climax whilst you still slept. Alas," he lowers himself back down, "I guess I can try another time."

He takes off his gloves, spreads your folds with his fingers and spits on your cunt, once, twice, spreading it with his tongue, before slipping a finger into your tight hole. He groans into your pussy when he feels how you flutter, the moan that leaves your lips as you fall back into the covers.

You taste sweet. It must be from the desert you had earlier.

He thrusts his finger, feeling you clench around it, and he opens his mouth wider to have more of you, alternating between slipping his tongue in your hole alongside his fingers and sucking on your clit. Your hands fly to his hair and tug; the scalp by his horns sensitive, and heat curls in his stomach, hips twitching into a half thrust. He moans deeply, like a rumble around your clit, and you come with a cry.

He doesn't let go. He thrusts his fingers in deeper, sucking harshly around your clit, swallowing everything you have to offer. Your hands are buried in his hair, and he's practically wearing your thighs like earmuffs; the soft, thin fabric of your stockings tickle his ears, the points no doubt flushed like the rest of his face.

You came quickly, you must have been pent up. He presses a last kiss to your clit before he rises, smoothing his fingers out of you slowly– his composure threatens to snap with the happy, flushed look on your face, the way his fingers are almost pruned with how wet you are.

He licks his lips and he can still taste you, the tang of your orgasm something he could rip people apart for.

Hm. He should act with more restraint. This is not very becoming for the Chief of Justice.

But rather fitting for your husband.

Your legs snake around his hips as you draw him in, he lets you, your hands reaching to cup his face, pressing him into an open-mouthed kiss. Your tongue laps up the mess you made and he chases it with his own, you smile at the mess of it all.

"You're supposed to close your eyes when you kiss," you murmur sweetly, opening your eyes.

"And miss those precious few seconds of seeing you? I could never."

"Oh love, come now, you're going to make me blush if you keep teasing me." Yes, tease that you are, he gives a sharp nip at the thumb you swipe over his bottom lip, a pleased hum in his chest as he looks at you and you giggle.

"Good. I'd like to do much more than that."

"Oh, but of course, I'm all yours." His large hands smooth over your thighs and hips, inching the lace and ruffles of your skirt higher up.

"It's not too much?"

"I'll let you know if it is. Come now," and you tug him closer.

"I want you to make love to me."

You unbutton his top half, untie his cravat, slip the fabric of his suit over his shoulders till his skin is bare to your touch. Cool blue lines, some bold, some thin, breaking waves over the planes of his body.

He stops your hands as you start to undress, half exposed you are already.

"It's fine. Leave it on."

"Oh? Does the Chief of Justice have a thing for half dressed debauchery?"

"Perhaps I do. Would you be willing to indulge me?" Your smile stays yet your blush deepens when he tugs down his pants and briefs, his member hard and dripping already.

"Surely you'd allow me to remove this much, it's so hot already," you whine as you strip, just enough that the fabric is over your shoulders and bunched under your breasts, nipples half hard in the low lamp light.

His mouth waters. He mouths at your shoulder, nipping marks onto your collarbone. He feels the hitch of your breath when he slides his cock through the slick folds of your pussy, the tremble of your thighs.

"Hm? Do you like this?" He makes sure to slide his cock all along your walls, smearing himself with the fluids of your orgasm, catching himself on the rim of your hole.

"Is this good enough for you Princess?" He pulls back, taking himself in hand, slapping the fat head of his cock against your clit, a slight growl in his chest when you cry out.

"No…"

"No? How greedy. What else can I do for you, my love? Hm?" He slaps your clit again, and once more, and you whimper, delicious.

His other hand moves, cupping your breast, squeezing and massaging, pinching the hardened nipple.

"Or do you prefer this, my love?" He breathes before popping the other breast into his mouth, gently suckling, rolling the bud in his mouth.

You groan, hands coming up to his hair and pulling him face to face with you, stroking over the ponts of his ears and making him shiver.

"I prefer it when you're inside." You kiss him, silky smooth, and he shudders into your mouth, slipping his tongue inside of you.

He slides his cock along your puffy, petal soft folds, and starts pressing himself inside. You can probably feel the stretch because you groan again, telling him to hurry the hell up.

But he's not going to hurt you with his…considerable length. He ruts into you, one slow inch at a time, till you're softer and he's seated fully. He doesn't stay still though, he grinds into you, slow enough you can open up more and get used to the feeling.

He feels the skin at the base of his cock tighten, a telltale sign of his knot beginning to swell. He has to remind himself to breathe, and focus on you.

He thrusts, but stops when you wince, feeling you tighten around him, slick and hot, so tight he's not sure whether you're clamping down on him or trying to push him out.

"Relax,relax my love, or was it too soon?" You shake your head, sighing as you try to force your walls to soften. You must be worked up, extra sensitive from your last orgasm.

"I-I'm fine…"

"Are you sure?" He moves again, tentative. Your eyes roll at the stretch, hands scratching at his arms and chest. He can feel how slick you are and sighs, tossing his head back.

"Yes, just go, move, please, please…"

He starts to move, fucking himself into you, hissing when you clench around him. His hands fall to the soft fat of your thighs, dimpling in his grip when he slides them further apart, angling his hips to reach deeper.

You whine, and he can feel how slick you are, feel you gushing as he slides over that spot that has you cringing away.

He lifts a thigh, over his shoulder, so he can fuck into you harder, hitting that one spot so he can feel you gush around him. He thrusts and you breathe in time, your pretty face flushed and your pretty tits bouncing with how he's fucking you, deep and fast. His cock jumps when you whine out his name.

He feels a bit stupid like this. Or rather, undone. His mind stalls, thoughts dripping slow and sweet like molasses. Your tight, warm cunt pulling him in, squeezing like a vice around him. He can't help thinking about anything else, can't help the harsh snap of his hips, the way he grinds into you.

You cry when as he does so, the length of him is no longer a problem with how wet you are, his cockhead just kissing that spot that will no doubt have you seeing stars, the slap of skin on skin loud and wet.

Your hands scramble in the sheets so he holds them down for you, entwining his fingers with yours. It helps ground him. And you smile up at him, tilting your chin up for a kiss. He indulges you, as he always has, sweet thing you are.

He's looming over you, fucking into you, deep and eager. You sigh, the drag of his cock, a hot rush of pleasure every time he fills you up. He gasps your name and you whimper in reply.

"Doing so good…Fucking me so well love." The air stutters in his chest, and he can feel his knot swell, the praise going right to his dick.

"You're so beautiful." You hum in reply, the sound so smooth and pleased it's almost a purr.

"Yeah? I am?"

"Yes, you are," he chuckles, dark and low.

"So beautiful. I'm going make you cum again, just like this, okay? You deserve it."

He's not…very experienced at this, but, for you he tries. The bulb at the base of his dick is thick and inflated, half slipping inside your cunt with every snap of his hips.

"I’m gonna cum, I'm gonna cum soon…"

"That's good, you can cum. You can cum darling, I've got you." His knot doesn't fit inside you just yet exactly, but feeling your cunt try to to take him still has his mouth watering, hips twitching out of rhythm.

His teeth drift along your collarbone, before he bites down, and you clamp on his cock and cum around him. He fucks you through it while you make a mess of the sheets, hands scrambling at his back. A growl rips itself out his throat, his teeth still buried in your flesh, marking you.

Your leg kicks out, and Neuvillette lets you yank yourself away, curling into yourself with the force of your orgasm. His hand holds his cock, his knot throbbing almost painfully, firing a heated rod in his belly. A hiss escapes his gritted teeth, while he reigns himself back in. it would’ve been nice if you could’ve taken all of him, but this was about you, not him.

His hands move to your belly, your legs and sides, soothing you and reminding you to breathe through your cries. You gasp out his name in soft pants, brow furrowed and thighs trembling.

Slowly you uncurl from your little ball, like a flower, Neuvillette thinks, as you open yourself up to him. Your skin is blushed, from your face to your chest, ruddy and ruined.

Beautiful.

"Are you alright dear? Anything you need at all?" With a hum and a soft 'no', you wrap your arms around his neck so he can pull you up and into his lap. He tries to pay no heed to his still hard cock between the both of your bodies, thick and dripping.

"Are you satisfied, dearest?"

"Mhm…" You press lazy kisses to his jaw and he smiles, smoothing a hand over your hair.

"That's good then."

"Hmm…but what about you?"

"I'm alright dear." You roll your hips down and he groans, hips twitching up. He has to grab your waist to stop you from moving, ignoring when you whine.

"I said… I said it's alright dear."

"But you didn't get to cum. Please?"

"Making love is not about reaching an orgasm." You pout, teary eyed and pitiful.

"But I want to make you feel good, you do this far too often as is."

He smiles and noses your jaw, the soft skin beneath your ear and the marks he left lower.

"I'm satisfied just pleasing you dearest. I don't need much else."

You try to wiggle your hips down onto hips but he still has that steel grip on you; You whine and paw at his chest.

"Villette–!"

"You don't have to worry about pleasing me love," he pulls you down as he lays back, pulling you flush against him. Affection is warm in his chest, making his words honey and humored.

"I'm more than fine with just this. Pleasing you is enough for me."

"Well not for me," you grumble. You pout, but then your eyes light up in a realization. He trails his hand down your spine while you think, undoing a few buttons while he's at it to feel more of your skin.

"You know…"

"Yes, love?"

"I like it when you make love to me like this Villette."

"I do too." He kisses your cheek, feeling you smile.

"You always make sure I'm satisfied."

"Of course."

"But you know what I like better?"

"What is that, love?"

"When you cum." He sighs in exasperation, but fond when you turn his face back towards you.

"I'm being serious! That's when I'm most satisfied."

"Well, it seems we're both in the habit of preferring to please the other."

"Hm…no. It's more selfish on my end."

"Oh? How so?" He swipes his thumb over your soft cheek, feeling you melt in his hands, putty. Your smile is more mischievous and sultry than sweet, however.

"Well, I just love it when you cum inside me, when you fill me up and fuck it all back into me when it spills out."

Your voice goes low and he swallows thickly, frowning.

"Don't be so crude dear."

"Who else am I to share my desires with if not my husband? Would you rather me go to someone else?"

"Of course not." Don't be daft, he wants to tell you. Just the idea has his hands tensing, his mouth twitching, ready for a snarl. How possessive he feels over you. How right it feels to be so. But, he knows you're just teasing him.

And you know it's working. Your smile is coy, as you move to take off your dress. He helps you and soon you are as bared to him as he is for you.

You make a sight, sitting in his lap with nothing but your stockings and mussed hair, his cock stiff along your thigh. Your earrings catch the light, twinkling like stars.

You take the hands he has on your hips and draw them up your body, drawing them up to your face where you kiss into his open palms, sighing.

"I love you." His breath catches in his throat, sticky and thick.

"I love you. And I want you. I want all of you."

"...You have me dearest." His voice goes low, soft enough that it's just a rumble in his chest. You slide your hands down his torso, lightly dragging your nails and he trembles.

"Then let me make you feel good? Please?" Your hands go below his hips, rubbing circles into his skin when he shudders.

"Love, love you don't have to–"

"Please? I want to." You lean, to whisper in his ear.

"I want to feel you. I want all of you. I want you to cum inside me and I want your knot and I want you to fuck me, Villette. Please?"

"...You are so vulgar."

"But you love me anyways?"

He groans, covering his eyes, tossing his head back and you grin at the surrender.

Your hands come around his cock, and he gives a little half-aborted thrust into your hands. He had swelled down some in the aftercare, but he felt the growing heat in his groin and sighed, a mutter under his breath.

You have to use both your hands to wrap around his girth, your thumb just under the head of cock, pressing down on a vein there. He snarls, softly, and moves to cover your hands with his own.

"...Tighter. And faster. Like this." Your hands are so small compared to his, as he shows you. Soon you’re stroking his length, wet clicks every time you pump down, squeezing around his knot and twisting your hand around the red head of his cock, digging the pad of your finger into his dripping slit.

He bites down on his lip, tossing his head back onto the pillows. His thighs shake, and he can see the dark red tip of his shaft, wet and shiny. He wondered how much of the slick is leftover from when he was inside you. How slick it'll be when you're finished with him.

"You are so pretty, you know that?" You catch his attention with a harsh pump, twisting your hand down around his knot. His breath catches.

"When you're like this, with your pretty face and your pretty thighs and your pretty cock making such a mess in my hands. I love it." His dick jumps in your hand and he clicks his tongue at you.

"Sweet talker."

"But you like it! You're blushing, look," and your mouth curves dangerously.

"Even your cock is blushing." He hisses your name but you laugh, moving off his lap to lay between his thighs.

You open your mouth and let your tongue loll out. A thick bead of spit falls, right onto his tip, and you quickly gather that and spread it over his cock. He has no time to wonder what you're going to do, because you duck your head, taking one of his balls into your mouth.

You run your tongue over the delicate skin, suckly softly, before slurping the other into your mouth. His hand comes and twists into the hair of your nape and you hum, just to feel him shudder.

You move up, to the thick vein on the underside of his shaft. You drag your tongue slowly along the path of it, taking just the tip of him into your mouth. You make sure he's looking at you as you suckle softly, and when he tugs at your hair you start in earnest.

He's too big for you to take him in one swallow, so you work yourself, inch by inch. He helps you, using your hair as an anchor and rocking into your mouth, slowly, till his knot slips inside and you can feel him twitching at the back of your throat.

It's a stretch, as usual. He's so big and so good you can't help moaning around him, high and needy, and he breaks.

His hips snap back and he slams into your mouth with a growl. You moan again and he curses under his breath, tilting your head for a better angle when he thrusts again.

He picks up rhythm, and the smooth glide of his cock on your tongue has you moaning and rubbing your thighs together, slick gathering. You want him inside, you want him to fuck you again, but more than that you want him to cum. Hard.

You don't think he's going to last long, anyways. He never has, the few times he's let you do this. Even now, his rhythm is sloppy as he fucks into your mouth, his moans going breathy and high. But that's fine, you want him like this, so you meet every thrust, sucking harder, hollowing out your cheeks and taking him as far as he can go.

He tugs at your hair again, and you look up, meeting his eyes,the pupils blown out and mouth open in a pant.You make sure yours are wide in faux innocence; Even fluttering your lashes when he bucks into your hot mouth again, rolling your eyes back a little. He snarls, and you feel his cock jump, the first hot spurts of cum on landing on your tongue. But before you could swallow he pulls you off, a slick pop when he leaves your mouth.

A dark growl snarls out from his clenched teeth, but he holds you in place, not letting you sink back onto him.

"Neuvillette!!" You're mad. What the hell?! Why would he do that? Not only did he pull you off of him, robbing you of his taste, he ruined his own orgasm!

His teeth are still barred, pupils blown dark and wide, diamond shaped. His chest falls and rises in harsh pants, a bit of drool at the corner of his lips, red and bitten, kiss swollen. He looks wild.

"Didnt…I didn't climax yet."

"What?"

"I didn't cum. I'm, I’m holding it..."

"Wait, what? Why?" Why? You want to demand your answers, you want him back in your mouth or your cunt, but he moves before you do.

His hand is still on your nape, and he doesn't talk, just uses it to drag you up and over his body, so he can kiss you. His tongue sweeps the wet cavern of your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue, the roof of your mouth, your canines.

He lays back, pulling you on top of him, while you hook your leg around his waist. His hand comes under your thigh, spreading you farther as he slips inside, splitting you on the first few inches of his cock. You clap onto him, sensitive still from your last two orgasms.

You rock your hips, trying to slip more and more of him inside your quivering cunt, eager and impatient. He throws his head back, exposing the pretty line and bob of his adams apple, when he feels his knot catch the rim of your entrance, the way you try to suck him in.

"Dont….Don't force yourself-"

"I can take it," you cut him off, and fuck if that doesn't make his belly tighten.

"I can take it, just help me." He meets your rocking with shallow thrusts of his own, slipping further inside you, a rush of warmth every time you gasp when he enters.

You gasp when his knot slips past your entrance, he can feel you stretch to accommodate him and waits for you to adjust, trying to ignore the urge to just buck up into you, ans swallow everything you have to offer. He can wait.

But you’re not that patient. You lean against him and bury a whine into his shoulder when you start to move; bouncing up and down on his cock, not that he lets you go far. Neuvillette's hands clamp onto your waist, pulling you down to meet his thrusts everytime you come back down.

You can feel him, his cockhead hitting that gummy spot with every thrusts, making you shiver, eyes rolling back a little. You can feel his knot too, massaging into your walls, thick and tender. You're going to cum soon, like this.

He doesn't let you do this often. You're going to milk it for all its worth.

You give that breathless smile you know makes his heart flutter, and start whispering the things that come to your mind, the thoughts you had this evening.

How pretty he looks under you, flushed and barely holding onto decorum. How pretty he’ll look when he comes inside of you. How you've been wanting to have him all night; perhaps sneaking away and tasting him during dinner, have him fuck your mouth so you can swallow him down. Or maybe even in the opera house, in the darkness behind the curtains, have him feel how slick you were even then, how tender and eager you are.

"How lewd." He berates you, frowning but you smile wider, moaning when he traces over a sweet spot of yours, his hips drawing magic figure eights that have you gushing around him.

"Hm? And yet…you're the one fucking into me right now." You flutter your walls and he groans, but if anything, he moves faster, jaw tight like a bowstring.

You trace the line of his throat and he swallows, looking up at you where you are with just the slightest vexation, a scolding. He can't hide the desperation gleaming there though.

"Don't pretend," he hisses when you tighten, rolling his hips to get you to soften, "that I'm doing you a favor."

"But you are. I want you just like this my love." With a nudge you press him further down into the sheets, his wide eyes shot with pleasure and awe.

Your voice turns tender, sweet.

"I want you all flushed and pretty, and fucking your knot into me till you fill me up with your cum, okay?"

"Oh fuck," you feel him twitch inside you and shudder, lifting your hips and bouncing down on him, pulling his hair a little.

You move, sliding off of him with a slick pop, before slamming back down in a single thrust, arching your back in that way you know he likes. His hands scramble at your back, a moan wracking in his chest.

"Love you, love you, ah fuck I love you," you moan against his mouth, the messy sweep of his tongue. You grind down just to feel his knot tighten inside of you, fluttering your walls. His back arches off the bed, and he cums with a sharp gasp.

He doesn't let you slip off of him; He presses tight against your cervix, hot spurts of cum painting your womb white. You whimper, just teetering that edge, caught on his knot and unable to move.

His belly twitches under you, breath hot and labored. A tortured moan leaves his throat as you move again, chasing your own pleasure, desperate. You smooth the hair back from his forehead, just to see the ruddy fucked out look on his face better.

“So fucking pretty. So, so good to me. Can I keep going? Just a little more, alright?” You run your hands down the planes of his chest, lean like a swimmer but more built, the quivering skin of his belly, happy trail wet with sweat and fluids.

"Please, please, let me just–" You start to slip him inside but he moves for you, laying you both on your sides and snapping his hips snug against yours. The new angle has him hitting that spot with perfect accuracy, and you gush around him, back arching. He stifles down something that sounded half whimper, half moan, and bucks into you like an animal in heat.

It's filthy, loud and wet, the way he fucks you, and so out of character for him that you’d get whiplash, if you could think of anything other than the tight curl of heat in your belly, the way your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave.

He rolls you onto your back and slides his mouth over yours to swallow your cries, his hands scrambling everywhere-your knee, your tummy, your hips and breasts and shoulders, possessive little touches. You soak the sheets, and he rolls himself into you to tide you over, murmuring reassurances into your mouth, sliding his knee on the soft skin of your thigh. He came again, you can feel how full you are, it probably would’ve been leaking out if his knot wasn’t acting like a sort of plug. He throbs inside, pumping his hips in a sloppy rhythm.

When it wanes you groan, smoothing your hands down the column of his spine. He moves to your neck and chest, nibbling and sucking marks into your skin.

“Hm…That was nice.” You wince when he slips out, and yeah, you can feel his cum rush out of you, the feeling is too open and not welcome.

“You certainly let loose. You must have been pent up, huh?”

“Oh shush you,” He kisses along your jaw and cheek, seeking out affection. Your foot slides along his calf, soothing, calming him down.

”Still, we should do this more often.”

“You’ll be spoiled if I indulge you too much. It’s best we show restraint.”

“Hm, I could see your point. But, if we do this more often we can get to the point where I can take your knot more easily and–” He kisses you to cut you off, and before you can reply he has you scooped up in his arms, sliding off the bed and heading towards the bath.

“Your mouth is so vulgar; I don't understand how your mouth filters out everything but the obscene.”

“It's one of my charms. Do you not find me charming, love?” He gives you a look, up and down, and you realize you probably look a bit more than charming; Flushed and covered in his marks, his spent still leaking from your cunt. You still lift an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

He sighs, setting you on the lip of the tub, reaching behind you to fill it. You brush his hair back from his neck as he leans in, just to press a kiss there.

“Yes. I find you charming and lovely and alluring, beautiful and damning. Though, I hope to find you clean and resting in my arms, in our bed tonight. Can we have that, my dear? I want nothing more.”

“Well,” you know you’re blushing, like a schoolgirl with a crush, and not someone who just made love with their husband. How silly. “If you insist.” You flutter your lashes at him and he smiles, fond and adoring, rolling his eyes and pressing his lips to your temple. Your heart warms.

“I love you, Villette.”

“I love you as well. Most ardently and wholeheartedly.”

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the clash | iv. london calling

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 2.8k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you, you hating hobie, smoking weed, alcohol, mentions of a gwen canon event, mentions of death, lil angst

a/n: nother long one! i can’t wait to make it crazy angsty bc when i tell u i have THOUGHTS 👀 thank you to everyone who’s reading, i’m trying to update it every day, so hopefully i can stick with that schedule! enjoy this chapter, friends :)

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He fixes his watch to open a portal to his world. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr basically run to get to it. He motions for you to go ahead, and you walk through. Immediately when you step into his room, you’re hit with the smell of weed and incense. You’d be lying if you said you hated it. You glance around. You see drums, another electric and acoustic guitar, empty spray paint cans, spray paint on the walls, stacks of newspapers (all defaced in some way)… it feels very Hobie to say the least. “Now this. This is a livin’ area,” he says, appearing behind you. You shake your head. “So loud, both figuratively and literally. How do you ever get anything done?”

“By being louder than everyone else, obviously,” he responds, and you roll your eyes. “What a way to live,” you remark. “Better than that quiet, dark, and gloomy, way,” he retorts, and you shrug. “If you say so.”

“Hey, Hobie, do you still have the roof all decorated?” Gwen asks and he nods. “Course I do. I own the place, head on up,” he jerks his head upwards, and Gwen turns to Miles and Pavitr with a smirk. “Race ya!”

“Hey no fair! You have been here so many times!” Pavitr yells as Gwen takes off. “Come on, Miles!” you hear her yell. Miles smiles gently and shakes his head before going after the two of them. “He’s so obsessed with her it’s making me sick,” you mumble, and Hobie snorts. “What? Miles and Gwen’s relationship too much for you? You hate love?”

“Love has never done anything but cause me pain. And not the good kind,” you glance at him with a frown, and he raises his eyebrow. Suddenly his eyes get wide. “Oh shit… you had a Gwen canon event.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you respond, and he frowns. “You know, actually talkin’ about that kinda shit is a good way to not sit on it and let it build. You could face some serious problems if you keep doin’ that.”

“Who said I gave a fuck what you think? I didn’t ask for the unneeded advice, alright?” you say, and he narrows his eyes at you. “Oh, right. Forgot I was dealing with a bloody doughnut,” he mumbles and point to the window. “Care to go to the roof and get out of my sight?”

“Sound like the best thing you’ve said since I got here,” you say, leaping out of his window and climbing up the side of the building. While clinging to the wall, you glance out at Hobie’s world. His city looks almost exactly like Night of Yore City, except for the fact that there are a shit ton of fires burning, over half of the buildings look abandoned, the sky is a reddish-orangish hue, and it is so much louder. The name is also vastly different, as his version of NYC is New London. Universal differences get weird and confusing. Nonetheless, you’re intrigued, you turn around, putting your back against the wall and supporting yourself with your hands and feet. The graffitied buildings are a nice touch, you must admit. You snort to yourself when you see a mural of Hobie. If only they knew the asshole behind the mask.

“Now why the hell aren’t you up there with everyone else?” you hear his voice pull you out of your thoughts as he crawls up next to you. You shrug. “I’m a sucker for views, I guess.”

“Well, believe it or not, view is a lot better from the top of the buildin’,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Can I please just be secluded and observe in peace?”

“Absolutely fuckin’ not. Come on,” he says, starting to walk up the wall. You sigh and lazily roll backwards and up the wall to come to standing and follow him up. When you get to the top of the roof, you see a boombox (blaring punk music, of course) and blankets surrounding a barrel with a fire going in it. Multiple coolers decorate the roof which all look stockpiled full of different beers. “Hey, Hobie, you know that they’re all kids, right?”

“New universe, new rules, love. Drinking age is 16 and up ‘round here, not that I’d give a fuck if it wasn’t anyway. So, sit down, shut up, and drink a damn beer. Maybe you’ll loosen up,” he says, tossing you a random bottle. You roll your eyes and sit down but put the beer to the side.

“Hey, Hobie, do you have any of that–” Miles gets cut off by Hobie tossing him another bottle. “Nice. Thanks, dude,” he says excitedly, cracking the top and taking a drink. Gwen gets her beer of choice, and Pavitr does the same. Hobie, you notice, doesn’t drink anything. “So, what were you guys talking about?” Gwen asks, pointing between the two of you with her bottle. “What?” you ask, and she shrugs. “You guys were alone in Hobie’s for a while and no one died, soooo did you guys finally talk about something you could agree on?”

“We can’t agree on nothin’, Gwen. They were just bein’ their usual self and annoyin’ the shit out of me at any chance they could get,” Hobie says, and you shake your head. “Good to know it worked, mate”

“Stop imitatin’ me, poser.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“I’ll make you.”

“Try me, Hobart.”

“Alright, that’s enough of that. What were you guys talking about?” Miles asks, and you and Hobie look at each other. “Just asked where the bathroom was,” you say, and he nods. “Yeah. That’s it.”

You weren’t necessarily ready to reveal you faced the Gwen canon event. Especially not to another Gwen. At least Hobie isn’t enough of a dick to bring it up in front of them. “Oh, yeah, you did change into your everyday clothes. Don’t know how I didn’t notice that,” Gwen states, taking another swig of her beer. You had changed in your apartment after cleaning your wound, but you don’t say anything. Hobie nods at you, and you nod back.

“Why aren’t you drinking anything (Y/n)? Here, try this it’s so good,” Pavitr pushes his bottle toward you, and you shake your head. “I don’t want to drink, but thanks Pavitr,” you say, and he frowns. “Awww.” You smile slightly at how disappointed he sounds. “Well, I want to remember everything you all tell me without it being fuzzy because I was hoping you could let me know a little bit more about all the spider people in Spider Society. I’m still new, you four, Peter B. Parker, and Miguel are the only ones I’ve really met.”

With that, Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr start telling you everything they know. You learn about Jessica Drew, Spider-Man Noir, Peni Parker, and so many more. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr talk for hours, and since they’re kids, they do not know when to stop drinking. Eventually, the three of them are passed out. Miles is cradling Gwen’s side with his head on her chest as she wraps one of her arms around him, and Pavitr is laying straight on his back, lightly snoring. You giggle softly at the sight. Suddenly the punk music you’ve been listening to for the past however many hours gets softer. You glance over to where it is and see Hobie bent over and turning it down. “Don’t wanna wake ‘em,” he mumbles, walking over to you. The volume of the city has decreased quite a bit, and with the low hum of music coming from the boombox now, his world is actually kind of enjoyable. Though you’d never tell him that. He motions to the skyline, and you turn and look. He was right, as much as you hate to admit it. The view is a lot better from up here.

“Why didn’t you drink anythin’?” he asks, and you shrug. “Didn’t feel like it. Why didn’t you drink anything?” He shrugs and pulls out a rolled cigarette from his vest pocket. “Got somethin’ better.”

“And you didn’t offer any to them?”

“Hey, they can drink here, they don’t need to mess with this shit. ‘Sides I knew they’d be pissed. Gonna have a god-awful hangover tomorrow,” he says, pulling out a lighter. You shake your head. “They can’t mess with your shit, but I can?”

“The two of us are the same age. We’re ‘adults’ or whatever the fuck that means. Are you too stuck up to be ‘round some grass or somethin’?”

“No, Hobie, I don’t give a fuck if you smoke weed. Building manager might, though.”

“Love, I am the building manager. This place is abandoned, so it belongs to me. And you’re not tellin’ me I’m supposed to smoke this myself?” he asks with a sly smirk on his face. You raise your eyebrow at him. “Actually I am.” He groans, putting the joint to his lips and lighting the end of it.

“Do you know how to have any fun?”

“Do you know how to have any–” Before you can finish, he puts his finger over your mouth, and raises the joint to his lips again. He takes a deep breath in, blowing out the excess smoke and glancing at you. “No.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Don’t care. The answer is no.”

“Have you ever actually tried listening to anything anyone says?” “Nah. I don’t listen to no one. I’m me, and if people don’t like that, good,” he says, taking another drag. He glances over at you and holds the joint out. “Y’sure you don’t want some?”

“You actually want to share with me?”

“I want you to not be as much as a ragin’ fuckwit, so yes,” he blows smoke in your face, and you glare at him. “If I take one hit, will you shut the fuck up about it?”

“Probably not, but it would sure make me happier.” You roll your eyes, and take the joint from him, taking a drag. He watches you. He’d never admit it, but he wishes you weren’t such an asshole. The way you look doing that in the moonlight? Stunning. You pass the joint back to him, some of the smoke coming out of your nose. “Stop staring at me.”

“Just makin’ sure you did it right and didn’t waste my shit,” he says, taking another drag. “I know how to hit a joint, Hobie.”

“Really? Never would have guessed you’d do anything remotely excitin’.”

“Oh, please. You barely know me,” you say, angrier than you probably should be. “Then tell me about yourself, love.”

“Hard pass,” you say, and he groans. “I get the desire to stay anonymous and mysterious, obviously, but come on. Chances are we’re gonna be seein’ each other more than either of us wants to, so just open up a bit,” he says, and you frown. “There’s nothing you need to know.”

“Bullshit.”

“Oh yeah? Then tell me something about you.”

“I killed Norman Osborn with my guitar after defeatin’ him and all of his V.E.N.O.M. forces and successfully led a rebellion against fascism,” he says smugly, “Until those other fuckin’ Nazis showed up, but one day I promise you this world? Will be capitalist and fascist free.”

“No, it won’t. Am I supposed to be impressed?” you ask with a deadpan face. He scoffs. “Damn, you’re a wanker. I’d like to see you try and defeat the V.E.N.O.M. forces. From what I seen your world’s villains are rubbish,” he says and to his surprise, and yours, you laugh. A hint of a smile plays on his features, but you shake your head. “Green Goblin is, you’re right, but... there are others who are much worse. And what the fuck is a venom force? You’re saying that like I should just know what it is.”

“It was a symbiote that– wait, you sayin’ you don’t know what venom is? That’s something every spider-person deals with at some point,” he says, and you shrug. “Guess I haven’t dealt with it yet.”

“Yeah, well, when you do, call me cause you’ll need my help,” he says and you roll your eyes. “I’d rather die than get help from you.”

“I helped you today, love.”

“I could have done that myself,” you retort, and he shakes his head, taking another drag. “I guess I should thank you though.”

“Hmm?”

“For not telling them what we were really talking about,” you say, and he hums. “What they won’t know won’t kill ‘em. But just so you know I was being so serious. Not talkin’ about that shit is more harmful than good,” he says, and you frown. “I’m not much of a talker.”

“Coulda fooled me.”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up,” you groan, and he laughs. He loves pissing you off, might be his favorite thing to do now. But the conversation might actually need to get serious. He may hate you, but he’s Spider-Punk for the people, and you’re apart of that people. He’s there to help, so he may as well try with you.

“Why not?”

“What?”

“Why not? Why won’t you talk about it?” he asks, and you huff. “Because it was my fault, and I don’t want to think about it.”

“Nah, I bet it wasn’t your fault,” he mumbles, taking another drag. You glare at him. “Oh, right, I forgot you were there when their neck snapped after I tried to save them,” you spit, and he glances at you. You can feel that hit starting to affect you, that’s the only reason you said anything about… the incident. Of course, Hobie has good shit, why wouldn’t he. “What were you trying to save them from?” he asks, his voice oddly calm. “The Prowler,” you reply, “He’s the worst of the worst in my universe.” He hums and nods. “Well then, reckon it’s the Prowler’s fault then, innit?”

“What? But I’m the one who couldn’t get to them in time after he–”

“He did it, (Y/n). You did your best, but it ain’t your fault what happened there. That’s what they want you to think. Try and get that through your thick skull, would you?” he says, and you scoff, “They?”

He nods, and you go quiet. He glances over at you as you just sit and stare out at the city. “Stop doin’ ‘at.”

“Doing what?”

“Blamin’ yourself,” he says, taking another long drag. You sigh. “I can’t help it,” you mumble, and he shakes his head. “You can. Just takes time,” he responds. You scoff, “You’d think three years would be enough time.” You look out at his city. It’s so different from yours, but you can still see the beauty in it. And you can see the stars. None of the constellations of your world are here, but the sky is still beautiful. “If you need a place to crash, my couch is very comfortable and has your name written all over it,” Hobie says, and you shake your head. “I should probably just go back to my universe–”

“No way. No dimension hopping under the influence,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “I had one hit,” you say, and he shrugs. “And one hit is enough for you to think you’re goin’ home only to end up in Peter Porker’s shower. You’re stayin’ here tonight.” You roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“I’m insufferable for watchin’ out for your well-bein’? Okay, sure.”

“I don’t need you to watch out for me. I don’t need anyone,” you hiss, and he scoffs. “Of course you don’t. Too good for everyone else.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“It was implied.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Look who’s talking.”

“Like you wouldn’t say the same thing,” you say, and he shrugs. “You’re right. I would say I don’t need anyone, because I don’t. Especially not a miserable thing like you,” he says, and you frown. “Good.”

“Great.”

“Fuck you.”

The two of you just glare at each other for a bit before he flicks the butt of his joint off the building. “Goin’ to bed. See you tomorrow.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Shut up and follow me back to my place,” he says, getting up and walking down the building. You follow, yawning as you realize just how tired you are. When you get back inside Hobie’s place, he points at the couch. “Lay there, and don’t move until mornin’, got it?”

“I’ll do what I want.”

“Amazin’. Just don’t wake me up, and I won’t give a fuck,” he says, walking into his bedroom and kicking his door shut. You roll your eyes and lay down on his couch. It’s actually surprisingly comfortable, and you find yourself actually dozing off faster than you anticipated. Hobie walks out of his room to get a drink of water and ready to fight you verbally again, only to see you passed out on his couch with literally no blanket or pillow.

He sighs, grabbing a throw blanket off his bed and gently placing it on top of you. In the morning, you wake up before everyone else. You notice the blanket, and know only one person could have done that, but you don’t feel like sticking around to say anything. You just go home. But before you do, you leave a little note saying, ‘didn’t need your sympathy, thanks but no thanks,’ and draw a little middle finger.

He’ll get the hint you appreciated it.

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ruins-posts · 6 months

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── “Nuisance” [Ryomen Sukuna]

synopsis — Suku basically being one big tsundere.

Requested by anon — Can you do something where Sukuna being a BIG Tsundere gets all mushy and grumpy when he sees a peek of you sketch him? You're the best! thankssss!!!

Sukuna will die a thousand times over, but he will never say 'I love you'. He's no weakling. That's just an overused expression, often with no meaning behind it from the ones who say it. He likes it when you say it, though. Those pretty doe eyes of yours filled with admiration as you look up to him, thumbs softly stroking the deformed part of his face, but he simply mutters a 'pathetic' or a 'hmph' as one of his hands caress the top of your head.

You even go as far as do silly things for him. Sometimes you put flowers in his hair, sometimes you coddle him like he's some spoiled brat (he obviously likes it, but don't tell him that), sometimes you cook for him, eagerly awaiting his feedback— all of it was amusing, but today, you went as far as to put your artistic skill into use for making a sketch of him.

When you didn't open your door to give him his goodnight kiss, (hey! not like he wanted it or something—), he decides to open the door to your chambers, pale moonlight illuminating the canvases with intricate paintings etched upon them, bringing their plain-ness to life, his lips curve into a slight smile. But it's quick to fade when he sees you asleep on your wooden desk.

The exposed side of your cheek has a small black smudge, compared to the fingers that seem relatively more smudged with the black of your artistic tools. A few sheets are scattered in your front, the one that catches his eye being a portrait of his very own self.

Your artistic production of him is simply magnificent. Half-way shaded, yet so filled with detail. As if that wasn't enough to warm his heart, which he doubted ever existed, it clicked to him that you slept over your desk making this masterpiece of him. What a silly woman, truly.

Sukuna stood there for a moment, staring at you with an expression that was a strange mix of irritation and fondness. He couldn't believe you had fallen asleep in such an uncomfortable position. With a heavy sigh, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Gently, he scooped you up in his strong arms, being careful not to jostle you too much. You stirred slightly in your sleep but settled back into a peaceful slumber as he carried you to your bed.

"Tch, what a stupid girl you are..." he chuckles, tucking the blanket over you, watching your silly face nuzzle into its warmth. He felt stupid for doing it— growing grumpy over finding you so damn adorable. How could a weak little nuisance such as you manage to poke a hole through his stone heart? What a nuisance you where. But you were his nuisance.

With a sigh, he adjusts himself next to you, and you immediately cuddle upto this newly found source of warmth in your bed.

As you nestled closer to him, Sukuna carefully draped his arm around you, drawing you into a gentle embrace. It was an unexpected and uncharacteristic display of tenderness from the King of Curses, but in the stillness of the night, he couldn't help but acknowledge the powerful connection that had formed between you.

With a soft, almost inaudible whisper, he mumbled to himself, "You foolish girl, I should've never let you into my life." But despite his words, his actions spoke louder. Ryomen Sukuna would die a thousand deaths rather than ever say a, 'I love you', he knew that uttering those three words was beyond his capabilities, and it wasn't something he would ever admit to, even to himself.

And so decided to stay with you a little longer, guarding over your peaceful slumber. He knew that he was in too deep, that you had become an inseparable part of his life, even if he would never say those words. And yet, in the stillness of the night, his actions spoke louder than any such pathetic confessions.

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ohimsummer · 6 months

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SATORU, your muse ｡˚✐~

— Satoru eases open the door of the house. You’re not home, so he doesn’t feel the need to make his usual grand entrance. Shoes are left at the door, jacket on the rack, and Satoru makes way to the bedroom. Once inside, something on your nightstand immediately catches his eye.

It’s your sketchbook; a now worn, leather notepad that he’d bought you months ago after the old one was filled. You rarely, if ever, let him see your artwork, so Gojo would usually resort to peeking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of what you were working on. He always teased you for keeping your art a secret, but now that he has a chance to look at your projects uninterrupted, he hesitates. For a second.

Satoru flips open to the first page. It’s just random doodles of flowers and animals, ones he recognizes from the garden in the park you two frequent. The next page warrants the same mundane results: bugs and trees and the tops of skyscrapers and whatever random things that would grab your interest while you two enjoyed the heat of the sun.

The next page catches Gojo by surprise. It’s a bird, but not just any bird, he realizes. It’s a songbird, one he’d half-heartedly pointed out to you one day because he recalled reading about it online. You weren’t even listening to him, or so he’d thought. It’s kind of endearing actually that you’d take the time to draw it. And it’s not just the bird, either. It’s the macaroons he’d mentioned wanting to get one evening, a bouquet consisting of a flower Gojo’d randomly plucked and presented to you, a familiar pair of sunglasses resting in grass, dabbed over top with faded blue watercolor paint. Numerous doodles of such small memories.

Satoru continues flipping to look at your little illustrated photo album. Some of these drawings are of stuff he barely remembers talking about, like a cracked open piggy bank obviously referencing a story he told you in passing. Gojo doesn’t even remember why he brought it up, but you’ve immortalized it here in your sketchpad with pencils and ink.

The drawings only grow more detailed as he gets deeper into the book, and a proud smile stretches across Satoru’s face at your talent. Rapid sketches of buildings and passerby evolve into self portraits of yourself, and he thinks you look so captivating in all of them. Gojo takes note of the silly doodles of even himself in the margins of the paper. Him in his sunglasses, him wearing the flower crown you’d poorly put together, him surrounded by ice cream and candy and the plethora of sweets he so enjoys. His favorites are the inane drawings of you two together, tiny and inhabiting multiple corners of every page. Each one is a delightful surprise to spot.

Satoru turns the next page, and he’s sincerely taken aback. Drawings of eyes, and they all look alike. They’re so detailed, adorned with pretty lashes and shaded so beautifully. He doesn’t have to wonder long on whose eyes these are, the next page bursting with the color blue tells Gojo all he needs to know. He’s glad you’re not here to see his reddening face and the way his breath hitched. This page, the next few actually, are all dedicated to his eyes. They’re inked perfectly, some are at different angles, and you’ve managed to portray emotion into all of them. Satoru wonders if he could draw a picture of you and showcase the absolute adoration in your eyes the way you’ve done with his.

And it doesn’t stop there. Page after page, it’s all Satoru. Him sleeping with a mushed cheek against your chest, him drinking a soda, him looking out the window, him playing the game with Geto, when did you even draw these?

“Satoru?”

He quickly slams the book shut at your call, carefully placing it back on your nightstand and ushering himself from the room. There you are at the door, shaking the rain from your umbrella and leaving it on the mat near the entrance.

“There you are, love.,” you beam at his approaching figure, and Gojo squishes you in a warm embrace. “How was your day?”

Satoru kisses the crown of your head, and grins against your skin. He can’t wait to tell you all about today, maybe give you some more brilliant ideas to memorialize in your sketchbook.

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leaentries · 7 months

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welcome back | luke hughes

summary: when someone insults you at the devil's welcome-back party, luke doesn't take it lightly.

warnings: rude comments about weight, pretty much straight-up bullying, a stranger being a complete dickwad, swearing, making-out

wc: 1.3k+

Luke absolutely adored you. In his eyes, you hung the moon and painted every last star. That’s why he often got distraught and confused when people felt the need to comment about your appearance. Now, it was very clear that you were bigger than the typical girl, but it just made Luke love you that much more.

The ceiling was littered with glittering lights, and the walls were covered in black and red decor. The annual welcome-back party was in full swing, couples and players alike mingling in every corner of the large room.

It was quite obvious that the Devil’s organization spared no expense in planning this event. It was grand, to say the least. A highly sought-after DJ stood at his booth in the center of the room, playing any song imaginable. Yet, you were too enamored with the brunette in front of you.

Luke was dressed in a sleek black suit with a jacket perfectly tailored to cling to the hard muscles on his arms, displaying them with any slight movement. His white dress shirt was slightly unbuttoned as the room got hotter. Luke’s tie had been ditched within the first five minutes of arriving, as he claimed it was “choking him.” You could barely tear your eyes away, even for a moment. However, the feeling was very much mutual. With the dress you had on, Luke was practically drooling all over the table.

You wore the very dress that could make Luke fall to his knees. The material hugged every curve of your body in the most flattering way. Luke could have sworn he fell in love with you all over again the second you walked out of your apartment. Anyone in the room could see the love swimming in waves around the both of you.

You quietly talked amongst yourselves, at least until Jack and Nico made their way to your table. The conversation quickly changed to the upcoming opener, the boys eager to start the season. Only half-listening, you noticed the food being restocked. You figured Luke was probably starving since the two of you had spent almost all day getting ready.

You lightly gripped the arm that rested next to you, gaining his attention. “I’m gonna go make us some plates.” You nodded towards the freshly made food. He agreed immediately, solidifying your previous assumption. You stood, placing a gentle kiss on the top of Luke’s head as you made your way to the buffet.

You grabbed two pearly white plates, setting them in front of you as you began to put all of Luke’s favorites onto his plate. You piled as much as the porcelain could handle, then proceeded to fill your own. You balanced the two plates, getting ready to walk away when a male voice sounded from beside you.

“Two plates, seriously?” You turned towards the rough voice, clearly confused as to what you thought you heard.

“Excuse me?” You replied, a slight edge to your voice.

“I mean, c’mon, you obviously don’t need that much food. Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but you fill out that dress a bit too much already. It wouldn’t hurt to cut back on the carbs.”

Shock flooded your body, causing you to freeze. There was absolutely no way a complete stranger just said that to you, let alone to your face. The shock was quickly replaced with anger. You set the plates down, careful not to spill Luke’s food.

“Apparently, I’m doing just fine if you felt the need to stare at me for that long.” You crossed your arms, biting the side of your mouth in an attempt to control your irritation.

“It’s kind of hard to miss you. You’re one of the biggest girls in the room.” Your anger dissipated, shame rushing to take its place. You felt your cheeks and ears begin to burn with embarrassment.

Normally, comments like this didn’t bother you, but something about the look in this guy’s eyes made you feel a brand new form of humiliation.

“What the fuck did you just say to my girlfriend?” The sound of a voice you couldn’t be more happy to hear echoed from behind you. Luke came to stand beside you, slightly putting his body in front of yours.

Luke’s jaw ticked with rage. His eyes were dark, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this angry. Not even on the ice. The guy’s eyes widened, noticeably in fear and… excitement?

“Oh my, you’re Luke Hughes! I’ve been trying to find you all night! I wanted to see if you would be interested in coming on my podcast next week?” The stranger's audacity caught you by surprise.

Luke’s fists tightened, glaringly angry.

“Are you serious right now?” Luke’s voice was harsh, “You just openly insulted my girlfriend, then you have the audacity to ask me to come on your podcast?” The stranger’s eye drifted to you, then back to Luke.

“She’s your girlfriend? I heard you had one, but never would I have guessed she would look like that.”

Crack!

The sound of Luke’s fist colliding with the guy's face was all you could hear. The room went silent, all eyes on Luke’s visibly enraged body towering over the guy clutching his nose on the ground.

“I swear to God, if you ever come near me or my girlfriend again, you’ll fucking regret it.” Luke grabbed your hand, leading you past your table where he quickly snatched up your belongings. He whispered something to Jack and Nico, to which they responded with understanding nods. He continued to lead you through the large building until you reached the parking garage.

Luke had yet to say a single word, the tension in the air became suffocating.

He remained silent the rest of the way to the car, helping you into the passenger side. Once he was in the car, he let out a deep sigh, gripping the steering wheel.

“I’m so sorry, baby” His voice came out barely above a whisper. You looked over, noticing his eyes tightly shut.

You shook your head, “Sorry for what? Nothing that happened in there was your fault.” He turned his head towards you, opening his deep eyes to meet yours. Conflict fought battles within his orbs, causing you to reach over and cradle his face. “Lukey, listen to me. I’m okay, you’re okay, we’re okay. He was just some jackass that isn’t happy with his life so he felt the need to take it out on me.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “I don’t get it. You’re the one who got insulted, yet you’re comforting me. It’s supposed to be the other way around.” You smiled, leaning to place a soft kiss on his nose.

“I’m just used to it, I guess. I have tough skin.” Luke frowned at this.

“You shouldn’t be used to it, y/n.” He reached to hold your hands in his, “You’re so fucking beautiful, I just don’t understand how anyone could say those things about you. You don’t deserve any of it.”

Overwhelmed by his statement, you couldn’t do anything but press your lips against his. He kissed back immediately, pulling you as close as the car would allow. The kiss was desperate and needy, expressing every emotion you both were feeling. Your hands gripped at the curls on his neck, causing a low groan to escape his throat.

You pulled away, leaving both of you with heaving chests as you attempted to catch your breath. “Thank you for defending me, Lukey.”

“I’ll always defend you, angel.” He looked deeply into your eyes, before leaning back to turn on the car, “But now it’s time to go get as much food as we can stuff down our throats.” You laughed at his antics.

This boy was gonna be the death of you.

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heeliopheelia · 8 months

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"please, say it" (sunghoon x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.6k requested by nonnie ♡

a/n: another teeth rotting fluff for yall tonight 👀 i've been reading a lot of geto fics lately so it's either heavy angst or the sweetest shit ever with him (obviously i got inspired by the latter one lmao)

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The white bed sheets ruffle softly as you turn to your stomach, burying your face in a pillow. You have around fifteen minutes left until you have to get up for real if you don't want to be late for work. Sunghoon always sets his alarm half an hour earlier than yours as his workplace is located way further than yours.

He walks out of the bathroom, finishing buttoning his dress shirt up, a small smile painted on his lips as he looks at you. He walks up to you and leans down to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"I'm gonna head out now, sweetheart," he says, running his hand through your hair one last time before stepping away from you. He turns on his heel to walk out of your shared bedroom and calls out over his shoulder, "See you later. I love you!"

What stops him in his tracks is the lack of response coming from you, excluding the unacceptable mhm mumbled into the pillow. With a frown on his face, he turns around slowly, raising his eyebrow at your half-asleep self.

"I love you," he repeats expectantly.

Silence.

You can barely hear him at this point as your mind drifts off to the dreamland again. When your slow breathing sounds through the quiet room, Sunghoon scoffs in disbelief of how rudely you're trying to rob him off of his daily avowal of affection. And he's not having any of it.

With a startled jolt, you lift your face from the pillow, blinking rapidly as the sheets are being barbarously ripped off of your body. An annoyed frown raises upon your features as your blurry gaze comes across your scowling boyfriend. He tosses your warm duvet to his side of the bed, then crosses his arms over his chest.

He sends you a pointed look. "I'm waiting," he says, attitude dripping from his tone.

You run your hand through your sleepy face. "The hell?" You mumble quietly, voice still raspy. "Hoon, what are you doing? You're gonna be late for work."

"Do I look like I care? I'm not going anywhere until you finally do your damn job and say it back."

You raise your eyebrows at his words, looking at him like he's just escaped from a mental institution. "Are you okay? And say what back?"

Sunghoon clicks his tongue before letting out a dramatic sigh. "You know what, missy." He squints his eyes, pointing his outstretched finger at you. "C'mon, hurry up or we're both not gonna make it on time."

Your boyfriend only rolls his eyes as you stand up from the bed and stumble over to his pouting self, still doubling over with laughter. You crash right into his chest, burying your face in the ironed fabric of his shirt as you wrap your arms around his waist.

You gape at him for a second, mind nearly steaming as you try to make any sense of his lunatic words. And then, your face lights up with realization.

"Oh my god!" You let out a loud cackle, falling back into the pillow as you laugh into your hands. You shake your head in disbelief. "You are a child!"

"Now, can you finally do it?" He asks quieter this time, fingers softly raking through your messy hair. You look up at him, your grinning face instantly bringing a smile to his own lips as well. "Please, baby, just say it,"

"I love you too, silly" you finally say the four words that feel like heaven upon Sunghoon's ears. You raise to your toes to press your lips to his jawline. "Now, go. You're already late but I still have seven more minutes of sleep."

Ignoring the amused scoff that leaves his lips, you turn on your heel and jump right back on top of the warm mattress. Nuzzling your face in the pillow, you don't even hear the door closing as you quickly fall back asleep.

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nanaminsmoon · 8 months

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onyankopon x blackfem!reader🫶🏾 (mdni.) + wc:1216

'who can do hair?' had been the caption on the ig story that led to ony’s head buried in the space between your legs. with your thighs on either side of his half-done hair, ony had you spread out on the couch as his tongue sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. you in this very position had been the only thing on his mind since the second you opened the door, wafting the smell of vanilla and cocoa butter in his face, as his eyes busied themselves scanning your form. the only coverage of your body had been short ass shorts, and a cropped camisole—both serving no purpose because your nipples would be visible through the thin fabric, and your cheeks would be greeting him with every sway of your hips as you led him to your living room. having your back turned to him gave ony the perfect opportunity to openly look you up and down, a sly smirk spreading on his face when he’d see your painted toes and golden anklet that matched the necklace at the center of your chest.

it was as if, as soon as he saw the jewellery, ony knew that his lips would be meeting the skin next to it, in delicate and languid kisses. like he had already foreseen the image of his trimmed fingernails forming dips in the fat of your thighs, as he pushed them against your chest—the sound of your skin meeting beating his eardrums. ony didn’t know what the final straw had been; maybe it was the smile you had flashed him as you laughed at one of his jokes, maybe it was his direct view of your chest as you stood in front of him, or maybe it had been the glazed look in your eyes when you realised you couldn’t hide his effect on you anymore.

ony had been trailing his fingertips along the backs of your calves, mahogany orbs zeroed in on your face to measure your reaction. all attempts at putting on a cloak of composure failed to cover you from the neck down because, being sat so close you could feel his breath hitting your skin, ony could see everything. he’d take note of the way your chest rose and fell faster, he’d catch onto the way your hand fumbled with the rattail comb in your grip, as you parted his hair, and there was absolutely no way of hiding your goosebumps when his hand would flatten on you, to wrap around the back of your thigh.

“you good?”, a harsh swallow would travel down your throat as you smiled feebly at him. but ony would just shrug.

“i'm chillin’”, he’d shake his head, “just gettin’ comfy”, he'd say, and you’d nod at him before resuming your task on his head.

in the end, his hands ascending to replace the fabric covering your ass would be the thing to grant ony your attention again. it’d also be the thing to force your hand to substitute the comb for his shoulder as you leaned down to meet your lips. somehow that’d land you in ony’s lap, moving on him, before he got fed up and moved you to the couch. everything from then on was a blurry montage of events; one second you’d be lifting your hips from the leather to help him wiggle your shorts down, then your legs would be forced open by his head obstructing their connection. aimless fingers would then be moving over his twists, as the actions of ony’s mouth produced obscene noises that overrode the sound of the tv show you’d put on. it was no wonder you came on his face so quickly, sighing and cussing to yourself as unfettered moans escaped your lips. and ony would make quick work of cleaning you with his mouth, obviously in a rush to appease the hard length underneath his tech.

one of ony’s hands would hold your legs open, and the other would gather your arousal on his tip before pushing into you very slowly. eager fingertips would be underneath your top, digging into your waist as ony’s tip reached deeper inside you with every thrust. one half of the duo that had been challenging his self-control since you opened the door would momentarily be bare, before it’d be hidden in between ony’s lips. and the other half would have a large hand enclosed around it, as ony’s dick had your back detaching from the couch.

“you're so fucking tight”, his lips spoke around your nipple, ”better not be giving any other niggas this treatment when you do their hair”, he'd say, rutting into you.

“j-just you, i s-swear”, you'd promise, and pride would make ony quickly pull out of you, only to empty your lungs of air when he slammed back into you again. sensations would be hitting you from all angles; the feeling of him driving into you achingly well, his lips decorating your ankle and shin, and the repeated contact of your ass cheeks and his hip bones.

the actual reason why ony was there had been long forgotten by the both of you, so there’d be no hesitation from either party when you’d reach a hand to his head to pull him into you, and messily kiss his lips. ony’s tongue would glide past your lower lip, moaning at the sweet taste of your lipgloss, before it’d enter your mouth and move against yours. the kiss would have both of you moaning into each other’s mouths, with your toes even curling in their place around his waist. but ultimately it’d be ony's hand sneaking down to your clit that would pull your orgasm over you. your walls flexing around him, coercing ony's own release out of him.

“you want my nut in you, ma?”, he'd ask, and you'd nod while whining out an incomprehensible 'yes' into his ears. your lips moving to kiss at his earlobe would be the thing to pause ony’s hips inside of you. and he’d fill you until he felt empty and all he could do was barely hold his body weight up so he wouldn’t crush you as he caught his breath. he’d retreat from the crook of your neck, and pepper honeyed kisses on your palm when your hand would rise to neaten the hairs you’d messed up,

“you know you still gotta pay me, right?”, you'd ask playfully, and ony would laugh at you before kissing your forehead.

“the dick ain't give me a discount?”, he'd ask, and you'd shake your head, ”how ‘bout if we fuck one more time?”, he’d look up to your eyes through his thick eyelashes, as his lips kissed your burning skin and his dick slowly started moving in and out of you again. still sensitive, your lips would start making noise without your permission, and ony would smile at your endearing behaviour,

“fuck—make it two and i'll give you the whole thing for free”,

“bet.”

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nothingbynova · 2 months

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halloween with luke castellan

summary: planning a halloween party with your boyfriend luke castellan at camp half-blood :p

pairing : luke castellan x fem!reader, reader's cabin not specified.

word count: 2.1k

warning(s) : summerween vibes, lots of fluff, probably too much plot, kissing in the dark, mentions of alcohol, underage drinking, borderline smut but not really, and use of y/n

✩ ‧₊˚ author's note: let me know if you're interested in a part two! it would be covering more of the party itself, moments with luke and also a few other mixed characters.

dedications: my bestfriend @dalgonacafe !

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you and luke have been together for over 2 years now. the entire camp loves you guys together, for multiple reasons. one of these being your incredible ability to throw halloween parties, and you always have the best couples costumes there.

“okay how about bonnie and clyde?” you roll over on the bed and glance in luke’s direction. he’s currently laying on the hermes cabin floor, keeping his focus on the paper in front of him.

“too basic, anything else?” he replies.

this is at least the 30th option you’ve given him, and his responses are all “no” “that's bad” “(blank) did that last year” and so forth. you accept defeat and throw yourself into the pillows, letting out a heavy sigh. luke notices this and stands up, walking over to your spot on his bed.

“we still have a couple days before we need the costumes, its okay y/n” he kisses the side of your head before laying down next to you. the both of you sat in silence for a few moments before a lightbulb went off in your head. “CHUCKY AND TIFFANY” you shout at him excitedly. this is the first idea that he doesn't immediately shut down. you can visibly see the wheels turning in his head before he replies. “yes, you’re a genius, my love!” he wraps his arms around you and pulls you on top of himself. he places playful kisses all over your face while you laugh and try to push him away. “okay okay, we still need to plan luke!!” you peel yourself off his chest and begin thinking about how the costumes will look. although luke isn't much help with the planning, he does get his half brothers, the stoll twins to sneak in some items you needed. after a week of playing with fabrics, costume paint and fake blood, they are finally ready. all you have to do is make sure they fit now.

*time skip brought to you by: clarisse la rue’s curl routine*

you’re walking around camp with a small backpack, all of luke’s costume aspects are hidden inside. you stumble across the dining pavilion, only for him to not be there. you check the 12 cabins, the medical building, and even the vineyards. luke is nowhere to be seen, and the clock is ticking.

“annabeth! annabeth chase!” you sprint toward the poseidon cabin doors, catching her right before it closes. “hi y/n! can i help you?” a light blush is spread across her cheeks, knowing you caught her going to visit percy. they’ve been dating for a few weeks, but refuse to tell everyone. it’s still obvious, and almost every camper knows, even chiron.

“have you seen my boyfriend? i’ve lost him again and we have to finish these costumes for the party tomorrow night” you sigh and rub your forehead, obviously stressed.

“uhhhm, yes actually. i think clarisse was using him as a training dummy for the new kids. they should be up in the fields!” she smiles sheepishly. you thank her for her efforts and walk off, heading toward the training grounds.

annabeth is right, per usual, as you approach the hill, you can see a horde of children gathered in small circles learning how to wield multiple weapons. luke is in the center of one of them, twisting and turning his sword.

his brown curls are sticking to his forehead, his face is red and tired looking. seeing as it's already mid day, they’ve probably been working out here all morning. his clothes are damp and stick to his body, making his abs visible through his shirt. even a completely sweaty mess, he still looks incredibly good and it makes your heart flutter.

he turns around at perfect timing, almost as if he can feel you approaching. he smiles your way before dismissing the kids for a break. you happily walk your way to where he stands.

“hello handsome, how’s training?” you wrap your arms around his waist and beam up at him. he reciprocates the action by looping his hands into the back pockets of your pants.

“hi y/n'' he smiles before leaning down to kiss you, his lips are warm and welcoming. it’s a small moment that’s cut short by a group of nearby kids giggling in awe. you pull away from him and tuck your head into his chest in embarrassment.

“how much longer are you needed?” you pull away and glance up at him “we have a halloween party to throw tomorrow!” you add on, smirking and wiggling your eyebrows excitedly.

“can i shower before you steal me away..?” he sighs and smells himself before fake gagging. you laugh at his actions before nodding your head yes.

you begin to walk away down the hill and back into camp, looking back at him and shouting “YOU HAVE 30 MINUTES CASTELLAN! FIND ME IN 30 MINUTES, GOT IT?” before giving a funny thumbs up and storming off.

*time skip brought to you by: walker scobell’s ginger allegations*

“lucas castellan, i swear if you keep moving i’ll give up right now and you're going to have to figure out this costume on your own!” his small movements are making it nearly impossible to check the sizing and fit for everything needed. although there's not enough time to fix any of the sizing anyway, as long as it's not too small everything should be fine!

“pleaseeee y/n, i'm bored, how much longer do i need to stand here??" he pouts, and kicks, and whines like a little child.

“as long as i say so” you snap the behind of his shirt and then walk back to stand in front of him. smiling innocently at the move you just pulled. luke gives you an upset look but his stare quickly fades back to normal.

“we’re all done now, thank you!” the smile on your face beams happily. luke, thankful to finally be free, picks you up bridal style.

“did you speak to clarisse about the forest being cleared? i know they’ve been working on it for a few days now.” he questions, carrying you over to a small corner of the cabin where your bed stands.

“yeah everything is ready, i'm waiting on the twins to find that alcohol dealing cyclops.” you sigh, bringing your hands to cover your face stressfully, as he gently places the two of you on the bed. within seconds you find yourself wrapped up with luke, hands around waists, legs intertwined, and your head tucked into his chest.

*time skip brought to you by: grovers cgi hoofed feet*

you carry the last of the drink coolers toward the main table, and set them by the others. some of the camp kids have been helping you set up the forest for the party tonight. there's bushes and trees that perfectly block off where camp adults could possibly see what's happening. the beach shoreline is sprinkled with log chairs, a couple snack tables and a lit campfire in the center. nightfall is setting and people will finally be arriving soon

“so clarisse, are you coming with chris?” you turn in her direction and smirk when she meets your eyes. chris rodriguez is a son of hermes, so he’s technically luke’s half brother. he’s also clarisse’s crush, but she won't make a move on him.

“oh shut up, you know he doesn't even like me y/n” she glances at you and gives a mean looking face. all you can do is laugh before replying back “well that’s not what luke told me last week!” you smile cheerfully and hold up a bag of plastic cups toward her. “you are making a move tonight or else i will tell him myself!” clarisse just sighs before nodding her head, silently agreeing.

a few campers start to trickle in, wearing a mixture of homemade and store bought costumes. some of the girls have turned their everyday makeup into scary face paint and fake blood. the twins must have worked overtime smuggling in so many wanted items for the party. annabeth walks in alongside percy, and they’re matching together, prince eric and ariel. it's cute and also funny, ariel is a daughter of poseidon in the mortal made movies, but not in a demi-god way.

“hey i'm gonna run down and fix up the beach tables, can you help me host til i get back?” you smile towards clarisse as she nods her yes. you walk back towards the shoreline, passing the young lovers on your way.

“this, this is amazing!” you bow in awe, annabeth blushing slightly and percy laughs. “i was forced into it, but thank you” he beams happily at you before looking down to beth.

“where’s your boyfriend?” she looks at you, and then around the party, confused.

“uhhhhm great question, running late i assume? i’m gonna go fix up the rest of the tables but feel free to grab some drinks and hang out!” you shoot a reassuring smile toward the two before walking off.

suddenly someone wraps their arms around your waist and rips you into the air, spinning you around. you scream loud enough for a couple nearby kids to glance your way concerned.

“HELLO?? GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!!” you screech and try to wiggle out of their grasp. by the hands gripping onto you, it's obvious this isn't a girl. unless it was clarisse…but you know she wouldn't dare touch someone unless she really had to. “PUT ME DOWN!! WHAT ARE YOU, CRAZY??” you kick your feet and flail your arms. the boy chuckles and places you back down in front of him, you look up and sigh. “really luke??? you scared the shit out of me!” you push his shoulder and scoff, rolling your eyes and turning to walk away. he laughs to himself and reaches out grabbing your wrist, he spins you back toward his body and into his arms. “i'm sorry, it was funny!” he said in between laughing. “i didn't even know you could scream that high! it was amazing baby!” he tries to make you feel better, but all you can do is stare at him.

his hair is normally brown and curly, laying messy over his forehead. but now its carefully slicked back, like an 80’s greaser boy. theres orange hair spray covering the top as well, completing the appeal. the scar he once got from a past quest is highlighted by the fake blood around it. one of the camp girls must have helped him do his additional makeup, because it looks amazing. he’s suited into the costume you helped make him as well, wearing a colorful striped shirt and overalls on top. somehow everything fits just right, he looks good and he knows it too. a sly smirk sits on his face when he notices how your eyes are practically jumping out of your head.

“earth to y/n, you okay down there?” he shakes your shoulders carefully, a small attempt to grab your attention again.

“what? yeah! yes, i'm great! sorry you just scared me is all.” you nervously spit back at him. “i have to finish moving some stuff around for the tables down by the beach. come find me later?” you smile up at him with such love behind your eyes

“oh yes ma'am, yes of course.” he nods quickly before leaning down to kiss you. one turns to two, then three and maybe even four before his arm drops down to your waist. he’s dangerously pulling you closer to him, grabbing onto any parts of you that he can. you allow it to happen as well, dipping your head lower and giving him access to deepen the kiss. your hands find their way to the back of his neck, playing with parts of his hair. the way he kisses you is out of pure hunger, and his movements easily become sloppy with lust the longer that the two of you are together.

you gently pull back, the both of you are breathing heavily and lips glossy.

“okay! okay!” you giggle in between a couple more of luke’s desperate small kisses. he finally pulls back and looks at you fully, eyeing you up and down a few times before replying

“i like the costume, by the way. if you couldn't tell” he smirks down at you before kissing your cheek and turning to walk away. “i’ll come find you later, pretty girl!” you blush and shake your head yes as you watch luke disappear off into the opposite part of the forest.

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harlowcomehome · 3 months

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The Best One:

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Jack had consciously woken up before you, quickly turning off his alarm before he snuck out of the shared hotel room. He wore a new balance sweatsuit, the hood covering his messy curls as best as possible.

He ordered food delivery to the hotel, making sure to leave a generous tip noting that the sun was also still emerging from its slumber. He used a fake name but he could always tell when someone recognized him, flashing a gentle smile as he made his way back to the elevator with the bag of food.

He balanced your warm drink carefully as he opened the hotel door, met with your sleepy gaze as you sat up in bed waiting for him.

“I was wondering where you went” Your voice was raspy, your face still wearing the exhaustion from the night before.

“Was I too loud?”

“No, I just knew you weren’t next to me anymore” you yawned as you stretched your arms toward him.

“I wanted to make sure we ate together before your long day” he smiled, setting your warm chai tea beside the bed.

“You didn’t have to do this” you hummed, knowing he rarely ate breakfast these days.

“I wanted to” he handed you a breakfast sandwich, as he grabbed his and sat with you, the bed dipping as he crawled beside you.

“I already miss you. Can’t you just come home with me now?” you sighed, leaning your head against his.

“Pretty soon you won’t have to miss me that much. Just a few more weeks and things will be how they should be” he smiled, playing with the ring on your hand. You rarely took off the ring he had bought you, sleeping in it most nights.

“How is Urban going to take it?” You had been thinking about his reaction along with Laylas.

“He already knows, we’ve talked about it over the last few months” he continued to mindlessly spin your ring around your finger, taking another bite of his breakfast.

“I think Layla will be sad, but maybe her and Urban will end up living together too” you giggled, met with silence on Jack's end.

You turned to look at him, and he immediately pretended to be intrigued by the hotel art on the walls. “They did a good job painting that.”

“Jack, babe don’t deflect” you warned, turning to him completely to get his full attention.

He continued to look away from you, holding a smirk to keep from laughing. Until you poked at his extremely ticklish sides, making him jump.

“Okay! Okay! I don’t know what happened. Urb told me that she’s not speaking to him as of last night and that’s all I know” he held his arms up in defense.

“Swear?”

“Promise!” He instinctively covered his hips knowing that’s where you’d poke at next.

You narrowed your eyes at him, making him laugh at your fake intimidation tactics.

“Want to save water and shower with me before my flight?” You cheekily teased as you stood up from the hotel bed.

“Obviously” he rolled his eyes, practically jumping out of his clothes.

••••••

Layla picked you up from the airport, she wasn’t her usual peppy and over-the-top self, but you weren’t sure if you should bring it up or not knowing the news you were inevitably going to break to her.

When you got to the parking garage and put your luggage in the trunk of her car she burst into tears, grabbing hold of you and hugging you tightly.

She wasn’t usually an affectionate person, so you knew something was terribly wrong.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You mumbled into her chest.

“Not really” she sniffled, her nose whistling in your ear. She pulled back to look at you, her mascara staining her cheeks.

“Are you moving in with Jack?”

You were frozen still, not expecting her to know that piece of information just yet.

“That's not what this is about” she laughed, a snot bubble escaping her nostril as she gestured to her face.

“I assumed it was Urban” You gave her a sympathetic look, tucking a stray piece of her hair behind her ear.

“I just wish we were progressing the way you and Jack are” she shrugged, realizing the two of you were still standing in the half-empty parking structure. “Let’s get in the car where it’s warm.”

You sat in the driver's seat of her car, giving her the passenger seat to vent to you. You turned the heater on before backing out and starting your drive home.

“Did something happen?” You kept your eyes on the road, glancing at her every so often.

“I told him I love him” Layla sighed, feeling a sense of embarrassment wave over her. For as long as you had known Layla you had never known her to love anyone, at least not romantically.

“And what did he say?” You felt a sense of regret asking that, but you had to know.

“He-“ her voice cracked, she looked out the window watching as the cars beside you zoomed by.

“Do you want me to drive? You’re driving like a grandma” she laughed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

“What did he say?” You repeated yourself knowing you were going to be upset at the answer if Layla was this emotional.

“He told me he appreciated hearing that” She forced a laugh, feeling idiotic. Her eyes filled with tears, that she struggled to fight off.

The silence was defeating for a moment, as you tried to wrap your head around what you had just heard. Urban was Jack's best friend, which meant you were going to have to be around him, but knowing that he had hurt your best friend didn’t sit right with you.

“Don’t” Layla warned.

“Don’t? Don’t what?”

“Don’t self-destruct. I’m fine. Things will be okay” she reassured you, noticing your breathing pattern had changed. “Don’t make this a thing. I just have to distance myself, that’s all.”

“If I move in with Jack. Where are you going to live?”

“When you move in with Jack” she gave you a teasing look, “I’m going to renew the lease at our place” she smirked, knowing what your follow-up question would be.

“Lay-How are you going to afford that?”

“There is this guy I know, he’s working on his next album and he said he has a few tracks that need backup vocals. His name is Jack Harlow, do you know him?” she giggled at your wide-eyed reaction.

“What the hell?” You giggled as you pulled into your apartment complex, putting the car in park immediately.

“LAYLA!” You lightly pushed her arm making her sway in her seat a little.

“He called me this morning when you were on your flight home and told me about you moving out, and assured me that he had planned on asking me this months ago but he figured the timing was better late than never” she shrugged, holding back more tears but this time happy ones.

You reached for her, hugging her over the middle console of the car.

“You got yourself a good one y/n” she nodded.

“I do, don’t I?” You agreed, before the two of you got your luggage and went inside of your apartment.

The door unlocked but with a bit of a struggle.

“I need to get that lock changed when you leave me” Layla teased.

“You’re not mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad? You’re with a great guy, who loves you. There’s nothing for me to be mad about” Layla reassured you.

“What about Urban?”

“I’ll get over it eventually” she shrugged, but you knew that likely wasn’t true. Layla was just being a good friend, and putting her feelings aside, which was something she’d be honored to do as long as you were happy with Jack.

“Since Jack told you just about everything….” you playfully rolled your eyes, slightly bothered that you didn’t get to break the news of moving out.

Layla followed you to your bedroom, “Here she goes” she laughed as she started to help you get unpacked.

“Did he also tell you that Urban caught us trying to leak our relationship to the public?”

Layla paused before throwing an article of clothing she had just taken out of your suitcase at you.

“Are you two crazy?”

“Crazy, in love” you giggled, beginning to fold the shirt she had previously thrown at you.

••••••

Your night had only begun to wind down when your phone rang, Neelam's name coming across it. You usually didn’t talk to her unless it was important so your heart started to beat intensely as you quickly answered the phone.

“Is Jack okay?” Your panicked nature caught Neelam off guard, making her laugh a bit.

Neelam in hindsight wasn’t that much older than you, but she still looked at you with maternal instincts, it was somewhat in her nature with her job title.

“Well hello to you too” she hummed.

“Sorry Hi! Is Jack okay?”

“He’s fine, do you have a moment to talk privately?” She specified that knowing Layla was likely beside you.

You stood up from the couch, excusing yourself to the bedroom and closing the door. Neelam sounded serious, a tone she had never used with you before.

“I’m alone.”

“I want to make myself abundantly clear when I say everything I’m about to say, okay?”

“Yeah?” You could feel the panic setting in, wondering where this conversation was going. Your mind was racing, and the lump in your throat was growing more prominent by the second.

“Jack called a meeting today, did you know about that?”

“No?” He hadn’t told you about any of this and you had been in constant communication since you got home.

“In the meeting, he sat me down and conferenced in Chris and the executives at Atlanta Records.“

Your heart sank, unable to tell by her tone what was going on. You had wondered why Jack hadn’t told you any of this, his last text to you being just thirty minutes ago.

You were worried she was going to tell you to leave him alone, that you were standing in the way of his success and to step aside. You felt heavy and immediately achy.

“He wants your relationship to go public, but that’s not only up to him. This changes a lot for you too, do you realize that?”

You were silent for only a second before responding, “I do. I’m willing to quit my job, we already discussed that.”

“It’s more than that. It’s not just a new job and a new place to live. It’s magazine spreads, radio interviews, it’s an overabundance of security and your family's address getting leaked. It’s a big deal, Jack is a big deal.”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, Neelam wasn’t intentionally trying to intimidate or deter you, but she wanted you to have all of the facts. Your chest tightened as you sat down on your bed, the urge to scream was almost instinct.

Neelam had put you on speaker for the first time during this call, something you weren’t aware of in the moment.

“I’m not going to change my mind about this and neither will Jack” you managed to speak somehow. “I’m one hundred percent sure, I’m all in.”

Jack wasn’t able to hear most of your side of the conversation, but unbeknown to you, he was in the room with Neelam the entire time. His knees were up to his chest as he sat in the chair across from her. He didn’t want to admit that he was nervous about your reaction to everything, but deep down he was.

Once the phone call with Neelam ended and technicalities were explained along with timelines you set your phone beside you on the bed, and a wave of numbness came over you.

Things were going to change and you had to be mentally prepared.

“She's not only in, she’s one hundred percent in!” Neelam playfully mocked your voice as she threw her arms up to celebrate as Jack's entire face turned bright red.

“You’ve got a good one, I’ll admit that” Neelam smiled.

“I do, the best one” Jack replied with a twinkle in his eyes.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jack Harlow fanfic #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines

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37-drc89 · 5 months

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painting with h. hyunjin

This week really did you and your boyfriend dirty. Everyday you would come home yawning, shoulders slump, complaining about how much you dream of getting into the bed. You find Hyunjin at your shared apartment, already grumpy, most likely splashed on the couch looking absolutely dead. You would just lay down on his back, nuzzling face into his hair. The drama king he is, Hyunjin would whine in fake pain, throwing you off of him, just to grab your tired body and lock it tightly in between his arms. Usually you fell asleep like this, having to rush yourself the morning after to take a shower and do everything people normally do after work. Monday, tuesday, wednesday and thursday, they all looked like this, they all felt like world just chew you up and spit you out on the ground for no reason.

But today's friday. The only thing keeping you alive at work was thought of weekend starting, knowing that your boyfriend stays home with you for these two days and you can have him all to yourself. Maybe that's why you got just slightly disappointed when you found him sitting in front of a blank canva with all his painting set already on the table. Of course, you absolutely adored Hyunjin's artwork and watching him focused on his hobby was your favorite thing to look at, ever. You once spent four hours just admiring his relaxed face, eyes wandering around the canva and brushes making soft, comforting sounds swiping on it. Obviously, Hyunjin wouldn't be himself if he didn't complain about it, trying to move your face the other way or throwing random shirt at your head so you don't stare at him so deeply, but the truth is, he liked the attention. He would always pretend it annoys him, but he wouldn't change it for the world. However, today it's you who needs his attention. The whole day you've been thinking about being in his warm embrace and watching some scary movies or comedies. But you know Hyunjin values his private space, especially when he's creating things. You couldn't help but frown, only patting his shoulder softly as a greeting, not to interrupt him. You go to your shared bedroom and slump yourself on the bed, sighing into the pillow. You play some podcast and let yourself sink into the softness of the covers. Not even half an hour passed when you started tossing and turning in desperate need of your boyfriend's presence. You quietly make your way to the livingroom, the only sound coming from it is Hyunjin's calm playlist playing from the phone. His eyes don't catch you standing in the door frame, too focused on his progressing artwork.

"Hyune," you mumble something barely above the whisper, taking small steps towards his sitting figure. You start playing with the ends of his hair, scared that any more physical touch might distract him at the moment.

"Hm?" his attention immediately goes to you and your heart melts a little. He once told you, you're the only one he would ever pause working for, and that's true, he could never ignore you.

"Can I stay here with you for a second? I miss you," your arms carefully wrap themselves around his shoulders and your chin rests on top of his head. Hyunjin leans into your touch slightly, short chuckle leaving his mouth.

"Do you want to try painting with me, buttercup?" he asks looking up at you and your eyes go wider, taken aback by his offer.

"I can? Won't I disturb you?" in response he just grabs your hands and guide you in front of him, pulling you onto his lap. His chin finds its place on your right shoulder and he takes your hand, forcing a brush in between your fingers. Hyunjin guides your hand to the canva and you try to stop it with your own strength. Before you can manage to say "I'll ruin it", or "I don't want to force you to anything" he just grabs your head with his other hand and turns it, pressing his soft lips onto yours, succesfully shushing you. You melt into the kiss instantly, finally getting your desired attention. "Shut up," is the only thing he says after pulling away, sending you the warmest smile you've ever seen and you feel like every worry bothering you since last week washes away. So you let him guide your hand as he pleases, after some time letting it go, grabbing his own brush and painting along with you, making your shared masterpiece. He helps you with every unfortunate stain of paint or wrongly mixed colors, laughing it off, nothing but love burning in his eyes when your face gets flustered or angry at your mistakes. Hyunjin praises your part a lot, paying his attention into the smallest details, clearly impressed by the amount of effort you put into the painting.

After all, it's now hung above your shared bed, exposed like a masterpiece it is, for everyone to see. And Hyunjin has never been more proud of any of his artworks, no matter how good they looked. Because this one he created with you, with the love of his life.

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Blurb idea- If Y/N wasn't kidnapped from Norris house, how Carlos would react meeting her there?

this is obviously not canon!

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Carlos flew to England. He was pissed beyond belief, but he couldn't wait to see his wife again. His wonderful wife. He missed her so much over these last twelve weeks.

He'd spent the last few days trying to see things from Lando's point of view. Lando had done it out of love for his sister, because he didn't trust another man to take care of her. But Carlos knew the Norris house wasn't as secure as the Verstappen stronghold.

Carlos drummed his hands against the steering wheel as he drove towards the Norris house. It was the early hours of the morning, the sun painting the sky orange.

The Norris house was asleep when Carlos arrived. He knocked on the door and waited, tapping his foot impatiently. A maid opened the door and let Carlos into the house. He didn't offer her a polite smile as he strode into the house.

"Um, Norris and Mrs Sainz are still asleep. I could go and wake them up if you'd like?" She offered but Carlos shook his head. He took a seat on the couch and waited.

It wasn't long until somebody stirred. He looked towards the stairs as somebody, dressed in her warmest pyjamas, with her hair up in a bun, came padding down the stairs.

Immediately Carlos stood up and straightened up his suit. But she didn't notice him as she, half asleep, walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen.

Carlos cleared his throat.

Finally she looked towards him. She didn't move at first, rubbed her eyes and stared at him. "Carlos?" She squeaked, tiredness evident in her voice.

And then she was walking towards him, striding across the room to get to him. "Holy shit," she cried as she wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes as she pressed her face against his chest. "You're really here."

Carlos kissed the top of her head and gently moved her away to get a better look at her. "Holy shit," he found himself whispering. She was very very pregnant.

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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🎸!Rockstar!🎸

Pairing: Charles X Rockstar Cherrie!

Word count: 13k

Summary: in which she’s a rockstar. He’s a fan. And her four year old daughter just wants to find her a new man. Hence plan break in is formed.

When he looked back at the day that started his whole not so 'meet cute' romance , full of not so smooth flirting and more than what should be legally allowed awkwardness , Charles realised that none of it would have ever had taken place if he hadn't had been so careless and forgotten to close his door behind him .

It had been a normal Tuesday , nothing out of the ordinary as he dragged himself out from his comfortable couch and over to the door reluctantly, to pull in his heavy package that had just been delivered to him. A brand new gaming chair that he had been putting off buying, only leaving it the very last second when his old chair had finally snapped underneath his weight and almost broken his back as it sent him flying to the floor in a ungracefully heap while he was live streaming last night.

A incident that he would now never be able to forget , seeing as people would not stop tagging him in the now viral video of him folding in-half like a iron board , topped off with a humiliating girly screech of fear as he did so.

Not his finest moment but also not his worst. Just another humiliation that he was trying to forget , by stuffing his face with a bag of cheesy tortilla's and watching Tik toks to pass the time until his delivery finally arrived.

Dressed in old checkered boxers and an even older faded white shirt that was stained with toothpaste, sweat and paint? His messy hair was sticking up in several directions as he tiredly yawned , putting all of his strength into dragging the heavy box that contained his new chair , out from the hallway and into his apartment instead.

Grunting like a overworked builder as he pushed at it until it began to slide against his wooden floorway and into his front room instead, his front door still wide open as he focused on not folding in half over the heavy box too.

He could hear the faint sound of hammering and then some drilling coming from the apartment opposite his own, a new neighbour that he had yet to meet having moved in a little over a week ago

Now. No doubt still getting settled and getting their things sorted in their home , Charles wondered briefly to who it could be .

Someone with money obviously , he just hoped that it was someone that would leave him alone and let him have his peace. If someone came knocking at his door late at night asking for sugar, he was not going to answer it. Manners be damned.

His friends might have called him anti social, Charles liked to think of himself as...a lover of peace and quiet . He already had a million eyes on him at the track almost every other week , he didn't need any of that forced socialising to follow him back home either.

As soon as that door closed behind him, he returned to being a simple man. Covered in cheesy tortilla dust and questionable stains . That was the way that he liked it . Alone .

He had come to love his me time with himself , no expectations and no need to talk to people that he had absolutely no interest in talking to.

So you could only imagine his shock and absolute horror as he went to turn around and walk back into his hell away to close his front door and found a four year old stood right behind him instead . Like something straight out of a horror movie.

Staring up at him with big bambi eyes and a terrifying smirk on her chubby face , Charles was not proud of the noise that escaped his mouth at the sight of his unexpected guest.

A mix between a loud shriek and a girly scream , jumping almost six feet in the air as he flung his arms around his head in fear . Tripping over his own two feet as he gasped loudly and clung tightly onto the back of his couch to stop himself from falling flat onto his face again.

"What the fuck!" He yelled out in shock, panting loudly as he tried not to have a heart attack right there and then.

Eyes widening in pure shock as he gaped down at the giggling child in front of him, in his own apartment .. grinning like a little devil , leaving him in absolute disbelief.

With two messy pigtails and rosy cheeks , dressed in the cutest cat pyjamas that he had ever seen. The child simply giggled and said "bad word!" While laughing hysterically. Hands linked behind her tiny back as she swung them from side to side , tilting her head up at him cutely.

Charles didn't know if he was hallucinating or having a nightmare. Because the last time he checked , he did not have a child. Certainly not in his apartment either!

Who the hell's child was this?! He cautiously lowered his defensive arms from his face and eyed her warily , clearing his throat awkwardly after a moment of just looking at her in silent disbelief.

His mouth opening and closing several times before he finally managed to splutter out a "who are you?" Not knowing what the hell he was supposed to do or say in this strange situation that he had found himself in.

The kid just beamed up a him , oblivious to the terror that she was causing him.

"I'm star. You look silly." She then proceeded to inform him , looking judgmentally at his stuck up hair and stained shirt, then giving another long glance towards his 3D pig slippers that he had slipped on while getting his door.

Charles frowned down at her in disbelief. Was he getting insulted by a random child in his own home? One that should definitely not be there?! He couldn't believe this.

He looked at his glass of lemonade on the table and wondered if perhaps he had somehow been spiked.

What the hell was in those vitamins that he had taken this morning?!

"And you look like a child that is not mine. Where have you come from?" He tried to sweeten his voice , even bending down to reach her level . Giving her a strained smile as his heart raced in pure panic , his mind running through every terrible scenario possible.

Someone had kidnapped a child and was going to frame him with it. He looked at his package that had his new gaming chair in it. Had she come from there? Was this a new crime going around?! Were children being stuffed in gaming chair boxes in some sick underground crime ring?! Was he about to be swatted?!

He eyed the cute kid in front of him and swallowed nervously , not knowing what to do. Seconds away from a panic attack while she just smiled at him like she wasn't completely scaring the shit out of him.

Star just shrugged her little shoulders at him , not answering his question. Instead she shoved past his crouched self and wandered over to his wall full of pictures and stopped in front of his favourite one.

She looked up at the large golden framed magazine cover that he had blown up years ago when it had first came out , a toothy grin taking over her chubby face as she pointed at it with a giggle.

"Why do you have a picture of mommy on your wall?" The innocent question made him freeze in his place.

The blood draining from his face as he slowly pushed up from his frozen crouched position , turning to gape at star in shock. Frowning deeply as he wondered if he was hearing things now too. Because there was no way that she had just said what he think she said.

She did have a Spanish accent. Maybe it was that.

He looked at the picture she was looking at on his wall. Frowning in complete confusion as the four year old continued to tap at it impatiently.

It was a picture of Cherrie . One of his favourite rockstars in the world. She was a Spanish rockstar that had rose to stardom when she was just eighteen years old. She had been a instant hit all across the globe . In her tight leather and endless hair , her tattoos and her bad attitude. She was a rockstar through and through.

And Charles loved her. Had admired her and had been crushing on her since the first time that he had ever watched a video of her performing live in front of a crowd of thousands of people, looking like a absolute rock goddess as she danced around the stage in tight leather shorts and a tiny studded bra , tattoos littered up her arms and neck. They covered nearly her whole body too , Charles had been hypnotised as he watched her smirk like some sort of siren, looking straight into the camera with her smoky eyes as she sang huskily about ripping out some mans heart just for fun.

It was safe to say that Charles had been hooked ever since. He had listened to every song . Bought every single album. Every single piece of merch that she came out with. He practically lived in one of her tour hoodies from over a year ago when his friends had surprised him with tickets for his birthday, a night that had been the best night of his life so far.

He was obsessed with her . A huge fucking fan, just like everybody else in the world. She was the woman of his dreams.

And the picture on his wall was of cherrie's Rolling Stones cover , of her straddling a Harley bike in tiny studded, denim shorts and a cut up guns n roses shirt. Her curls teased and reaching down to her waist messily, the two steaks of her hair beside her ears coloured a bright Ferrari red. Charles like to dream about that , sighing in awe at the photo every time he passed by it.

He had almost forgotten about the small fact that Cherrie was also a mother of a now four year old. A child that she shared with a famous underground boxer from a fleeting relationship that the two had together years ago.

And apparently said child was in his apartment , staring up at him impatiently as she waited for an answer to why he had a picture of her apparent mother up on his wall.

Charles took a closer look at her cute little features and swallowed thickly , feeling like he could faint.

Same glossy eyes... same dimples and button nose. Even the same mischievous smirk and unruly hair.. same Spanish accent and judgmental side eye.

Yes. He could see it now. There was no mistaking who this child was.

He inhaled sharply "oh my god." Was all he could stutter out fearfully. Hands clutching at his face as he stared down at cherries child in absolute disbelief , heart beating rapidly in his chest.

The four year old just giggled at the look on his face , completely unbothered by his panic.

"We're neighbours. What's your name?" She then asked him. Turning around suddenly and Wandering over to his couch. Climbing up it and making herself comfortable .

Charles stood frozen where he was, blinking at the four year old in disbelief. Not knowing what to do.

"Charles. Er- I think you need to go home. Your mommy will be worried about you." He finally snapped out of his speechlessness enough to form a full sentence to her .

Warily eyeing his still open front door, unable to believe the fact that Cherrie was apparently his new neighbour that he had been avoiding meeting.

If he had known that she was the one moving on their , he would have been the one at her door asking for some sugar. He just couldn't believe this.

And now he had her child walking into his home and making herself comfortable on his couch, picking up his half full bag of cheesy tortillas that he had left. Swinging her feet up and down happily as she munched on them messily , completely unbothered.

Star glanced over at him boredly "mommy was building a cabinet for all of her awards. My mommy wins a lot of those. Why do you have some?" She bluntly said , pointing over at his own shelves of awards curiously . Looking up at him with her big bambi eyes.

Charles crumbled and sighed quietly , scratching at his arm awkwardly as he cautiously eyed her while walking into his kitchen. Grabbing her a bottle of water and a straw too, he quickly uncapped the bottle and shoved the straw into it before handing it to her carefully.

"The tortillas are a little dry. Sip the water so that you don't choke." He advised her gently in concern as he watched the way she was wolfing them down like a starved animal. Crossing his fingers and praying that she didn't have any allergies .

The four year old eyed him "I want fanta. Not water." She told him , unimpressed. Not accepting the water as she looked at him impatiently "and you didn't answer my question." She reminded him crossly.

Charles wondered if her little attitude and short temper was from her rockstar mother or her boxing champion father. He really didn't know who he was more afraid of .

He sighed "well I don't have Fanta. Sorry. And those are trophy's from races that I won." He told her , leaving the bottle of water on the table in front of her instead.

She gasped excitedly "you run really fast?!" She exclaimed looking impressed now at the thought of him being some type of Olympic runner.

Charles laughed at that, shaking his head in amusement . "No. Racing cars. I drive in formula one. Have you heard of that?" He asked her curiously , glancing at his still open door again. Knowing that he needed to work up the guts and courage to knock at their door to inform Cherrie that he had her daughter soon.

This was not at all how he dreamed of meeting her. In his dreams he was confident and smooth, maybe they'd meet after one of her concerts and she'd just look at him and fall in love just like that. Like the movies.

But instead he had harsh reality where he was awkward , terrified and had her sassy little four year old judging him in his own apartment that she had wandered into. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She let out a disappointed noise, frowning at him. "Oh." She let out making him frown back at her, offended by her lacklustre reaction. "Yeah. Mommy watches it sometimes." She told him.

Charles felt himself light up in excitement , cheeks flushing at the thought of the love of his life watching him race and seeing him on her tv . Oh wow. He grinned . "Really?!"

Star nodded her little head, smirking at him mischievously. "Yeah. She loves Mercedes! She knows Lewis!"

Charles smile dropped. A scowl taking over his face as he pursed his lips disapprovingly . Sniffing "lovely. Just lovely." He muttered with a sigh , that being the wake up call he needed to get his ass across the hall before stars boxer father beat his face in for having his four year old in his apartment without their knowledge.

Charles had heard that Leon was a really nice guy, apparently the exact opposite of what he looked like. But everybody had their limit and Charles quite liked his face the way it was.

So he sighed , terrified and pointed to their apartment. "I'm going to go get your mom. Are you coming?" He looked back at the four year old refusing to get up from his couch in exasperation.

Star just giggled and shook her head, picking up his the remote and putting on cartoon instead.

"No. I like it here." Was all she declared before laying down on his couch, not longer giving him her attention.

Charles just shook his head in disbelief and turned around , rubbing at his face with a long, loud sigh as he hesitantly eyed their closed front door in front of him. Trying to work up the courage to Knock.

"I can do this." He muttered to himself encouragingly , breathing in and out "just be cool. I can be cool. Just say hello and-" his self talk was brought to a abrupt halt as the door in front of him suddenly swung open.

Cherrie pausing from where she had been about to burst out of her foot in a panic , looking at the man in front of her door talking to himself In surprise.

She instantly recognised him and held herself back from instinctively punching him, having worried for a moment that he was some crazy stranger at her door.

"Were you talking to yourself?" She amusedly questioned him. Eyeing his own opened door behind his frozen body and relaxing for a moment, having a good idea to where her naughty daughter had ran off to.

Star had been going on and on about wanting to meet their neighbour since they moved in last week and each time that Cherrie refused her requests to knock at his door to say hello, her four year old grew more and more annoyed at her. Because her child was a Annoyingly curious kid who wouldn't rest until she had dissected the lives and brains of everyone she met.

She was a little gossiper who wanted to know everything about everybody. She was also a little shit who liked to wind people up for the fun of it, just like her mother. She had gotten her mean and sarcastic sense of humour.

Which was why she had lied about her mother's favourite f1 team being Mercedes , knowing fully well their Cherrie loved Ferrari just as much as the next person. She had just wanted to see Charles face when she said it. Unbeknownst to the poor driver that she had set her traps on winding up.

But he didn't need to know that. Yet.

He took one wide eyed look at her pretty face and teasing smirk and choked up, blinking rapidly as he blurted out "I have your child!" Sounding like a complete phsycopath.

Cherrie watched in pure amusement As Charles went bright red in front of her, his panic written across his poor face as he stuttered to correct himself, looking horrified.

"I mean- not like that! That sounded like a ransom threat or something!" He laughed out awkwardly , unable to meet her eyes. "I have definitely not kidnapped her! I promise!-I just- my door and- my chair and -" he was a horrifying mess , unable to even speak.

Cherrie finally took pity on him after a long minute of watching him stammer about doors and chairs and not being a criminal. Giggling a little at how cute he was, she shook her head at him fondly .

"Charles, stop panicking. I had a feeling that she would do this. She's been wanting to meet our new neighbour all week. I guess she decided to break into your place instead of waiting any longer." She said apologetically, patting Charles on the shoulder gently in hopes of calming him down.

He went even redder if it was possible. Gulping at the feeling of her hands on his bare arm, he let out a awkward laugh and scratched at the back of his neck. Brain spinning for something to say and coming up short as he looked at her , stood in front of him in denim shorts and a tight metallica tank top. All of her tattoos proudly on display, her thick and unruly hair piled up ontop of her head in a messy knot.

She looked like a wet dream. Charles still felt like he could faint. Sweat gathering at the back of his neck as he swallowed thickly , trying to shovel up any remaining confidence that he had.

Which was not very much at all.

"Oh . Okay. Well she's on my couch eating cheesy tortillas . she's not allergic to them or anything is she?" He said in slight worry , crossing his arms in front of his chest slowly.

Becoming increasingly aware of how he looked right then. He grimaced in embarrassment as he looked down at himself in his old checkered boxer shorts and stained shirt, pig slippers on his feet. Of all days to look like this... he groaned internally . Pierre was going to have a field day over this when he told him.

Cherrie laughed softly , looking at him with a smile. "No. No. I'm sorry that she's stealing your food and breaking into your home. She just does whatever the hell she wants to I'm afraid." She sighed , reminding herself to scold her mischievous four year old later.

Charles just chuckled "it's okay. She did deny my water though. She wanted Fanta." He told her as he led her into his apartment . Giving a anxious look towards her as she slid past him confidently , not at all phased by the sudden situation that she had found herself In.

"Star baby..." she called over to her daughter with a raise of her brow , crossing her arms over her chest and attempting to give her a stern look despite how amused she felt at the absolute balls her child had.

Star paused with a chocolate in her hand, having ran into the kitchen and broke into his candy stash while Charles was busy embarrassing himself in front of her mother.

Looking like butter wouldn't melt on a stick as she quickly shoved the chocolate into her mouth, smiling innocently up at Cherrie as her cheeks bulged from the chocolate.

She tried to talk with her mouth full "Charles- as-a-ooofff- you-" they could barely make out a word that she was trying to say.

Charles chuckled in amusement , shaking his head in amazement at how confident the four year old was to just invade his kitchen like she owned the place despite having never even met him before today.

Cherrie grimaced at stars lack of manners , shooting Charles a apologetic glance. She tried not to laugh when he blushed and quickly looked away from her as soon as she met his gaze which had already been on her.

So cute. She mentally cooed. Surprised af herself for thinking so.

She usually found herself attracted to the rough around the edges, tattooed and twice her size, looked like they could kill someone and probably had daddy issues , kind of men.

So it was a nice surprise to feel those familiar butterflies fly around her stomach as soon as she glimpsed at his bashful smile , his cheeks a lovely rosy red that would match his car perfectly. Huh. Who would have thought.

Not her, that was for sure. She looked away from him and back to her daughter with a small smile, pushing away the weird and sudden urge that she had felt to give Charles a hug. He just looked so huggable.

What the hell was wrong with her? She found her men fuckable, not huggable! Was this some type of mid twenties crisis that she was entering? Finding men that she would usually not gravitate towards to so yummy all of a sudden?

Oh my god. She inhaled subtly and kept her calm and cool facade. She was the one cool one. The untouchable woman that ate men like him for breakfast.

She fixed her face and reminded herself of the bad bitch that she was.

"What have I told you about talking with your mouth full star? Don't do that please." She told her daughter sternly. Leaning over to wipe the corners of her four year olds mouth with a tissue that she pulled out of her pocket. She was a mother after all. She was always prepared for messes like this.

Charles tried not to grin when the sassy child side eyed him as she swallowed the stolen chocolate messily, her chubby stained cheeks evidence that that was not the only chocolate that she had stolen before they arrived back.

"Charles has your picture on the wall mommy! Look!" She snitched on him immediately, giggling naughtily when Charles face paled, his eyes going wide in embarrassment.

He looked over at a grinning Cherrie in panic, heart racing in his chest as he tried to explain himself quickly.

"Not weirdly! I'm just- I just- I like your music." He blurted out , mortified.

Cherrie looked at the sexy Rolling Stones cover that he had blown up on his wall in amusement , feeling her chest go all gooey. Aww. Someone had a little crush on her. How cute.

She snorted "I don't think it's only my music that you like." She teased him confidently , ever the flirt.

Charles just groaned in embarrassment and covered his burning face with his hands , unable to take it anymore. He wanted the Earth to open up and swallow him whole.

She then walked carefully over to his trophy's and awards , raising a impressed brow as she looked through them all.

Humming quietly to herself "a world champion yet?"

He hesitantly walked over to her, standing by her side as he glanced for a moment over to her daughter to see her sneaking off the couch and running back into his kitchen to steal some more chocolate again.

He shook his head in amusement , hiding a grin as he looked away from the four year old and pretended not to notice her stealing his extremely expensive box of chocolates from Dubai.

"Not yet." He simply answered her. Fiddling with his fingers as he glanced shyly at her.

Cherrie just hummed again, smirking to herself as she looked back at him. "Soon?" She casually asked again.

He laughed softly "hopefully yes. That's the dream"

She patted his shoulder gently as she moved around him to kneel down to his record player instead, starting to thumb throw his records nosily.

Charles could see where her daughter had gotten it from. The both of them confidently going around his home like they owned the place. It made his stomach fuzzy. He wished that he had a inch of that confidence.

Cherrie seemed to agree as she told him "say that with some more confidence in yourself Charles. You'll never win otherwise." Speaking from experience herself. She wasn't a record breaking Grammy winner for no reason.

He slowly nodded his head with a small smile , leaning against the wall behind him as he watched her pull out all three vinyl's of her albums. Holding them in her tattooed hands with a surprised look on her pretty face, she glanced up at him with a soft smile

"You really do like my music huh? Not just my good lucks?" She was surprised. Not picturing Charles as someone that would listen to her type of music.

He laughed bashfully , biting on the inside of his cheek to hold back his starstruck grin.

"Yeah." He breathed out through his laugh, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I already told you that. Your lucks are just a great bonus." He tried to joke, his shyness making him a little quieter than necessary.

But luckily Cherrie was close enough to hear every mumbled word . She grinned up at him, pleasantly surprised by his humour.

"Amen to that!" She laughed as she stood back up, casually walking over to the couch and taking a seat. She laid out the vinyls next to her and picked up the first one.

"Star! Put those chocolates down and have a drink of this water please!" She called over to her daughter without even glancing her way.

Charles chuckled as he watched star freeze with her hands half way in the large chocolate box, sat cross legged on his kitchen floor beside a open cupboard that she had raided.

She frowned and then immediately looked at Charles with a pout , widening her eyes at him and blinking rapidly . "Please-" she started to plead.

Cherrie warned her "Star-"

Charles took one look at the four year olds pouting face and big bambi eyes and crumpled, "it's okay. She can have them. I wasn't going to eat them anyway." He lied. He had payed €500 euro for them, he was saving them for a special day. But this seemed like one anyways.

It wasn't everyday that he got to have his favourite rockstar and her cute daughter in his home.

Star cheered loudly , grinning up at him with one of her teeth missing. Dimples creasing her chubby cheeks. Charles heart melted at the sight.

Cherrie picked up a pen from his table and started to sign the vinyls for him, shaking her head in amusement at how her daughter somehow already managed to have poor Charles wrapped around her tiny finger already.

"Say thank you Star. And get up off the floor please." She muttered to her as she focused on her task in front of her.

Charles silently walked over to the four year old on his kitchen floor . He carefully closed the wide open cabinet beside her and held out his hand to help her up.

Star looked up at him with a cheeky grin , whispering to him hopefully "will you have Fanta next time I come here?"

Charles chuckled , he had to. His heart already giddy at the thought of them coming around again. God. He felt like he was dreaming.

Where had this luck been for him last season? He really could have done with it then. Maybe he would have been a world champion already.

"Okay. But take a sip of the water , yes? It's good to stay hydrated." He told her gently . His heart melting as her small hand slid into his own, gently pulling her off the floor and leading her back over to the couch.

She sighed dramatically as he held onto her hand while she climbed up onto the other couch that was opposite her mother. Passing her the bottle of water carefully , making sure that she didn't spill it.

"Okay but Fanta is hydrating too Charles." She told him straight . Hinting at him not so subtly.

Both he and Cherrie laughed , Cherrie glancing over at him with a smile. "I'm sorry about her. She's got a bit of an attitude. All confidence , no subtlety I'm afraid. Not afraid of anyone or anything." She told him.

Star glanced over to her mother with a identical cheeky smirk to her own. . "Daddy said that it's because I'm just like you."

Cherrie just rolled her eyes fondly "daddy's a idiot. Drink your water." She told her . Then she turned her attention back to a amused Charles with a smile.

She passed him the signed vinyls silently , Charles taking them from her curiously . His smile widening as he glanced down to see her pretty handwriting sprawled across them .

"For my biggest fan." She teased him.

He blushed, laughing sheepishly as he carefully took a seat beside her on the couch. So close that he could smell her vanilla perfume.

"Thank you. I would sign something for you but Star told me that you're a Mercedes fan." He stated. His eyes scanning her pretty face , unable to look away.

He took in her button nose that had two small, silver hoop piercings on the left side. Pouty lips painted a dark red , her dark eyes smoky with dark liner. Makeup perfect as usual.

That picture on his wall was beautiful. But to have her in front of him like this ... to be able to count each freckle on her cheeks and see the creases by her shiny eyes when she smiled.. it simply took his breath away.

She was otherworldly and Charles felt like a giddy schoolboy with a crush, trying not to giggle and blush as she looked at him with a smirk, shaking her pretty head in amusement .

"My daughter likes to wind people up for her own sick amusement." She informed him. A little too proudly. But she couldn't help it.

How many other people had a four year old that was confident , sarcastic and liked to take the piss out of people for fun? Especially a racing driver? She was proud of her little sassy pants . She really was.

Charles was surprised , looking over to a giggling Star with his mouth dropped open. "And did she get that from you too? That was so mean Star!" He exclaimed , laughing.

The four year old simply stuck out her tongue at him, stuffing her face with his chocolates again now that she was finished with the water.

Cherrie just shrugged slyly "maybe. Were you hoping that I'd be a Ferrari fan?" She teased him, nudging his shoulder with her own gently.

Charles breath hitched at the contact, trying to play it cool. He knew that he failed as soon as he saw her little smirk, but he still tried anyways.

"Maybe. Are you not?" He really hoped that she was.

Cherrie messed with him a little, she just couldn't help it when he looked so cute . Looking up at her like she was some kind of goddess. His lips parted not so subtly , barely blinking as he gazed at her with shiny eyes. His cheeks having never lost their red tint since she had arrived.

She was so used to these arrogant and tough men that surrounded her. The type that didn't giggle. Didn't go red just from looking at her. Didn't fluster in her presence. Didn't crumple from just one smile.

It was refreshing to meet Charles and see someone like him, someone who was already so admired and loved by the rest of the world . Ferraris golden boy so clearly crushing on her... it made her heart sing and as she felt those butterflies swarm her chest and she could think was , oh boy. I think I'm falling in love again...

"I could be persuaded." She finally muttered after just gazing at his pretty face for a long moment. Admired his pretty eyes and even prettier smile. God, it should be illegal for a man to look like this. How the hell was she just supposed to get up and go back to her rockstar men now?

The answer was simple. She couldn't . But she wasn't going to give him it that easy. That just wasn't her style.

She could have a little fun with him yet..

With that thought in mind she swiftly got up from the couch and casually patted his head , giving him one last smirk and a mischievous wink that had Charles gaping up at her in awe. Heart racing in his chest at the mere sight of her.

"Come on Star. It's late and we've still got unpacking to do." She held out her hand for her daughter to take. The four year old quickly jumping down from the couch with her stolen chocolate box in her other hand, taking her mommy's hand and grinning toothily at the still frozen Charles happily.

"Bye bye Charlie! I'll bring my teddies tomorrow and we can have a tea party!" She told him loudly . Looking excited as she beamed at him.

Cherrie looked at her daughter and then at Charles with a slight grimace . "Charles is a really busy guy baby.. I don't think that he-" she was about to let her down. Not expecting Charles to want to take time out of his day to play with her crazy little daughter who had already broken into his home today.

But Charles surprised her again. He quickly shook his head and stood up, following them to the door with a warm smile on his lips .

"It's okay! We can play." He smiled at a excited Star softly before looking at Cherrie with wide eyes "if that's okay with you obviously-" he panicked.

Cherrie quickly calmed him down with a giggle, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and swallowing . Unable to believe how kind and nice he was being towards them.

The butterflies turns into a whole damn zoo.

"Are you sure? She can be a lot? And I do have a meeting tomorrow afternoon-"

Charles shook his head with a smile, gently placing his hand on her arm and squeezing softly . "I really don't mind. It'll be fun! I was only going to game anyway! My friend Pierre will be coming over sometime tomorrow too. You can definitely make him Join our tea party." He slyly told the four year old who gasped excitedly, grinning mischievously up at him.

"I'll make him wear a tiara!" She exclaimed. Charles high fiving her quickly.

Cherrie just grinned s the pair of them fondly "okay." She breathed out. Not knowing what to do with these new, sudden feelings she had . "I er- I'll come over with her in the morning then. I can't stay long because of the meeting but her dad will pick her up about four? Is that okay?" She said to him hopefully. Not used to the guys that she liked taking any interest in her daughter too.

Her overconfidence and attitude usually scares them away. They were identical in that sense seeing as guys were usually that way about her too.

Charles tried not to let his fear show at the thought of Stars father , Leon, the same Leon that had knocked out many a man in just one round in the ring. The same Leon that looked absolutely terrifying from what he could remember.

He just kept smiling at her, pushing his intimidating thoughts aside. "Yeah that's okay! Is he-" he hesitated . Glancing at a distracted Star for a moment before looking back at Cherrie "is he okay with me looking after her? I don't want to upset him or anything-" he liked his nose as it was.

Cherrie just waved off his concern with a grin "oh yeah he'll be fine with it! I'll let him know, so don't worry! He's actually a fan of yours . So if anything he'll be excited!" She told him happily .

She then leant in to give him a hug and Charles brain short circuited. His breath hitching in his throat as he hesitantly hugged her back, breathing in her sweet perfume before she pulled away.

She smiled at him and Charles knew then that he was completely and utterly fucked.

"Fanta tomorrow please Charlie!" Star grinned up at him as she suddenly wrapped him up in a hug too, copying her mother. She squeezed him tightly , barely reaching his hips.

His smile softened as he bent down and hugged her back affectionately. Giving her a small squeeze back bedore ruffling her hair softly and pulling away.

By the time they had all said their goodbyes and a impatient star dragged Cherrie away with a demand to play with her dolls, Charles was left in a daze as he slowly closed the door behind him with a star struck sigh.

Unable to believe what the hell had just happened to him. He crossed his fingers over his heart and prayed to whoever was listening that tomorrow went as well as today did too. Maybe he'd find some magical confidence out of nowhere too and ask her out.

A man could dream.

The next morning found Cherrie stood in front of her largest mirror , double checking herself over and over again as she fiddled with her now straightened hair for the hundredth time in a matter of minutes, huffing to herself. Not satisfied at all.

Her four year old daughter was sat at the end of her bed in a poofy , bright red sparkly gown and a obnoxiously large crown on her little head that kept nearly falling off every time she moved around to look at something. Cherrie had tried to convince her to wear something more casual and comfortable, only getting a judgmental look in response.

Star was a spoiled princess and she intended to look like one too. Cherrie supposed that she only had herself to blame for that. She didn't get those diamonds and pretty ball gowns from a ghost after all. She had them custom made for her princess , sparkles and all. She just couldn't help it. She loved her baby .

"Are you nervous to see Charlie again mommy?" Star finally called her out after another few minutes of watching her mother fiddle with her long hair again, unable to remove herself away from the mirror.

Cherrie paused in her faffing , looking over her shoulder at her smirking four year old with narrowed eyes. Sometimes she hated how perceptive Star was .

What kind of four year old could call her out on her bullshit constantly like this? It was unbelievable. Nothing could escape her curious gaze.

"No. Of course not. Mommy doesn't get nervous." She lied as she adjusted her chest in the tight tank top that she was wearing , making sure that she looked good. Wearing some cute ripped denim shorts too, she quickly slid on some beat up Converse as she eyed the time .

Star giggled at her mischievously "you get nervous when you think they're cute. Katie said that you like boys with accents too. Charles had a accent mommy." She told her matter of factly , smugness written across her chubby face.

Cherrie mentally cursed out her gossiping best friend and nosy four years old daughter that had gotten it into her mind that she wanted her mother to have a new boyfriend now .

It was embarrassing, having her toddler basically wingman for her. Star had once walked straight up to a Spanish footballer that she had heard Cherrie giggling about to her friends , she has then proceeded to bluntly tell said footballer that her mother found him 'hot when he was sweaty' and then asked him if 'he had a girlfriend and did he want one because her mommy didn't have a boyfriend either!'.

Cherrie had never been more mortified than she has that night. Dragging her loudmouth daughter away before she could do anymore damage . Calling over her shoulder to the shell shocked footballer that her daughter was crazy and to ignore every single thing that he had just been told.

It was another reason why Cherrie tried to keep Star away from people. She was determined to find her mommy a man, she was insufferable. And Cherrie completely blamed her mother and best friend who never shut up about her still being single.

Every dinner it was the same old 'why haven't you settled down yet?' Along with a confused 'you can have any man you want cherrie! Why are you coming home empty handed again?!'

Quite frankly Cherrie was sick of it. But she hated how much they were right.

She had been single for a long time now and it was... lonely. She missed having somebody to talk about her day with. Someone to cook with , someone to just have fun with. To just come home and cuddle , to just laze around and love without any boundaries.

She missed being in love and she missed someone being in love with her in return.

She may have been this untouchable ice queen to everybody else but she was still human. She just wanted to be adored. She wanted to be wanted so much that they wouldn't even dare to glance at another woman that wasn't her. Was that so bad?

She didn't think so and clearly her daughter didn't either . And Cherrie had a fluttering feeling that Star had locked her eyes onto a new target in her mission to 'get mommy a boyfriend'.

Poor Charles had no idea what he was going to get himself into.

Cherrie smiled at the thought of him, so cute and so pretty . Would it really be so bad to ask him out? Maybe she could invite him over and cook him some dinner. She wondered if he liked pasta, she made some really fucking good pasta. And double chocolate chip cookies too.

Didn't they say that the way to a mans heart was through his stomach? She grabbed a container full of cookies that she had made last night , deciding that it wouldn't hurt to try.

"You need to be really good for him today Star . I mean it! Tone it down on the sass!" She warned her daughter sternly as they walked over to his apartment slowly.

The four year old was holding a large backpack full of her toys in her hands, having packed it herself. She just giggled naughtily "I will mommy! But do you like Charlie? Tell me!" She wanted to know as they both paused outside his door for a moment.

Cherrie just sighed and looked at her in amusement "I think he had pretty eyes and a really nice smile. That enough for you?" She laughed .

Star giggled "you like him! I knew it!" She smugly exclaimed.

Cherrie hushed her quickly "okay! Okay! Keep it to yourself. I can get myself a man on my own okay? Don't be getting involved again!" She warned her as she knocked on the door loudly.

Star just grinned mischievously to herself , not answering her. Refusing to comply. Cherrie just hoped that she wouldn't embarrass her too much, because she did like Charles and despite her cool facade , she wanted him to like her too.

She crossed her fingers and wished for the best.

Pierre was struggling to hold in his snickering as he sat on the couch in charles apartment , watching his best friend talk to Cherrie in the kitchen while her four year old daughter 'unpacked' for their play date.

Or more like he was watching in second hand embarrassment as Charles tried so hard to flirt with the rockstar and failed terribly.

Unable to take his wide eyes away from her as he looked at her hair that was usually so wild and curly , now flat ironed and reaching her hips smoothly, shining underneath the sunlight that streamed through the windows. He was mesmerised.

"Your hair-" he blurted out nervously , grinning at her crookedly . He wanted to compliment her and tell her how good she looked. How her hair frames her face beautifully and highlighted her sharp cheekbones perfectly.

Instead of a compliment though, what came out of his lips sounded more like a accusation "what have you done to it?" Flushing bright right as soon as he heard his own words to himself.

Cherrie paused and frowned at him in confusion , gently running her fingers through her hair that she had spent hours straightening that morning to look good.

"I straightened it? Why? I thought it looked good? It makes me look sexy, no?" Her Spanish accent was thick with confusion. Having expected a 'you look pretty' and not a 'what the hell have you done to your hair?' From him.

Charles waved his hands around his face in panic, spluttering to correct himself . While Pierre tried not to die from laughter in the other room.

"No! I mean- I don't mean no you don't look sexy! I mean yes- you do. You always do- I was just trying to say- your curls- it's different- a GOOD different-" he panicked , tripping over his own words horrifyingly. Wanting to die right then and there.

Even Star sighed loudly at his humiliation , shaking her tiny head at him with disappointment. She looked at Pierre and said "what's wrong with him?" Genuinely curious to why he was behaving like such a fool in front of her mother.

Pierre laughed even harder, grinning widely at the four year old in pure amusement. Oh god. He couldn't wait to tell the rest of their friends about this. This was just too good!

"He's trying to flirt with her and failing terribly." He told her daughter straight. Not expecting her to understand . But she did.

The little child marched straight into the kitchen like a woman on a mission, not stopping until she was stood beside a flustered Charles who slowly looked down at her , mortified .

"Just tell her that she looks pretty idiot!" She slapped at his leg since that was all she could reach, rolling her little eyes at him in exasperation.

Cherrie just laughed while Charles mouth dropped open in shock, looking at the four year old in disbelief.

"Oh my god." Was all he could say. Feeling like he was having a nightmare now. This could not be happening to him.

His flirting was so bad that a toddler had to step in and help him. He wasn't ever going to be able to live this down.

Cherrie grinned at him in amusement , heart melting at the way he couldn't meet her gaze. "You think I look pretty Charles?" She made it easier for him.

He just nodded his head quickly, sighing long and hard. He found the courage to meet her eyes and said quietly "yes. Very much so. You look like a dream. And I love your hair. That was what I was supposed to say."

Pierre snorted "what kind of dream Charles?" He then looked over at Cherrie and grinned slyly "I once heard him say your name in his sleep-"

Charles picked up the closest thing to him, which happened to be a roll of kitchen paper, and threw it at his friend quickly to shut him up. Face burning.

"Okay! Enough of that!" He shouted, clapping his hands together with a nervous laugh. He glanced down at a grinning star again "don't we have a tea party to get to?"

Star gasped excitedly and took ahold of his hand , dragging him into the front room again without any hesitation. Pushing him down to sit on the floor where she had laid out a velvet blanket, she started pulling out her tiny tea set. Taking it very seriously.

Cherrie took the time to wander over to Pierre, watching in amusement as her daughter pulled out a large tiara and plonked it ontop of Charles head.

He adjusted it on his hair , all of his attention on her daughter with a fond smile . "Are we both princesses then? I really like this dress!" He said in a amazement as he looked at her big poofy gown that she was wearing.

Star confidently shook her head, sitting down beside him and handing him a tiny teacup . "No. I'm the queen. You're the princess Charlie! You do as I say. And I say that.." she pulled out a large unicorn teddy and placed it on his lap with a toothy grin "you have to look after sparkly!"

Charles just laughed , shaking his head in amazement. He briefly looked up and met cherries gaze that was already set on him. He gave her a shy smile bedore focusing back on her daughter, getting into his princess roll as she poured him the 'tea'.

"Does Charles like pasta? Wine? Flowers?" Cherrie murmured to Pierre quietly , stomach turning into a whole damn zoo as she watched Charles play with Star without any hesitation. The smile never leaving his face.

Pierre looked at her curiously "pasta, yes. Champagne over wine and flowers.. I don't know. Doesn't everyone like them?" He answered her slowly . Cocking his head at her , still amazed that Charles had somehow managed to have his dream girl in his home like this. "Why?"

Cherrie just shrugged with a small smirk playing on her lips. "Because I'm going to ask him on a date tonight. When I get back from work." She informed him bluntly . "Do you think he'll say yes?"

Pierre looked at her like she was insane "he might pass out before he can say yes! He's in love with you! You have absolutely nothing to worry about . He'd marry you right now if you asked him to. That's how whipped he is!" He whispered to her seriously.

Cherrie grinned , pleased. Then she pushed herself off the couch and got their attention again. "I'm gonna head out. I'll try not to be too long. Are you sure that you're okay looking after her until Leon comes to get her?" She made sure again as she grabbed her purse, ready to leave.

Charles, with a tiara on his head and a tiny teacup in his hand just gave her A grin and a quick thumbs up, nodding his head . "Of course! She's safe with us! Have fun! I'll see you later?" He questioned hopefully . Completely lovestruck by her.

Cherrie giggled and nodded her head, yes. Humming happily "of course! There's cookies in the kitchen Charles . I made them. So enjoy honey." She gave him another quick wink and just like that she was gone.

Leaving Charles to sigh like a fool, grinning widely as he took a pretend drink from his teacup, star reaching over to refill it again with a happy smile on her chubby cheeks.

Ready to play wingman now that her mother had gone. She looked at Charles seriously and asked him bluntly "do you want a girlfriend? 'Cause my mommy doesn't have a boyfriend but she wants one and she said that she thinks you're really pretty and that she likes your smile and accent." She gushed out to him without any hesitation. Snitching on her mother immediately.

Charles just gaped at her in shock, cheeks going pink as he let out a flustered giggle. "Really? She said that?" He couldn't believe it. Neither could Pierre who was shaking his head at his usually so unlucky friend in amazement.

Star just nodded her head "yes she did but a lot of boys like mommy so you better hurry up. You're replaceable." She told him matter of factly before casually moving on.

Pierre burst into hysterical laughter while Charles just blinked over at the four year old in disbelief. Unable to believe what he was hearing.

He felt like he was living in some strange dream that he had conjured up about Cherrie after seeing her on stage for the first time years ago. Where had this type of luck Been all of his life?!

A few hours later and Charles was sat at his kitchen table with a face full of bright pink blush and pink lipstick smeared across his chin, bright blue sparkly eyeshadows across his eyelids alongside a shimmering golden scarf that the four year old had managed to almost strangle his neck with.

Because apparently she had brought her barbie makeup kit in that bag with her too and suddenly halfway through their tea party, Charles found himself getting a makeover by a giggling star who was having the time of her life playing with him.

Pierre was taking a hundred and one photos of his new look as he sat there with his glittery makeup , munching on the cookies that Cherrie had made for him, unbothered by his friends consistent giggles. She was happy and if he had to look like a fucked up, melted Barbie for that to happen. Then so be it.

"These cookies are so good. I can't believe she made me them. She's so sweet. I didn't think she'd be this sweet. She looks so cool and mysterious ya know?" He rambled to Pierre absentmindedly , keeping one eye on the four year old that running around his apartment while loudly singing some Spanish song that he had never heard before. So cute. But so loud.

Pierre smirked over at him in amusement , nodding his head in slight agreement . "Yeah , she does look like the type of woman to break kneecaps and hearts but for some reason, she seems pretty taken with you." He mused , honestly surprised.

He gave him a look "I'm honestly as shocked as you are because you are so not her usual type." He said bluntly. But he was only being honest.

Charles chuckled , looking at him with a hopeful raise of his brow. Scratching lightly at the glitter covering his flushed cheeks . Heart racing in his chest at the thought of Cherrie liking him too.

"Do you really think that I have a chance with her?" He asked Pierre quietly , still feeling like he was in a dream.

So many times he had dreamed of meeting his favourite rockstar and the two of them falling madly in love with each other. But he had never accounted for it ever happening.

They were from two different worlds, two wildly different personalities. Yet here she was. Smiling at him and baking him cookies . Her daughter playing tea parties with him and stealing all of his candy from his kitchen as though it was just another regular Tuesday. He couldn't believe it. He really couldn't.

"I mean.. she's just- a legend. Literally a dream. How do I even woo a woman like that? She Probably eats guys like me for her breakfast. She's just so cool.." he sighed out , taking yet another cookie from the container.

God. She was a amazing baker too. What couldn't she do?

Pierre laughed lightly and simply shrugged at him "I think that you just need to keep being yourself because for some reason she seems to like that. So.." he said "you must be doing something right." And he was right.

Before Charles could answer him, there was a loud knock at the door that had them all freezing. Even Pierre looking a little scared as they realised who it must be.

"That'll be Leon. Oh my god." Pierre muttered nervously "did you see the last boxing match he did? Broke the guys jaw in half mate!" He unhelpfully said to his anxious friend.

Charles inhaled shakily as he hesitated before jumping out of his seat at the sound of another hard knock. His heart almost jumping out of his chest in fear.

Chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously "what do I say?" He whisper shouted to Pierre as he slowly walked to the door, dreading every step.

Pierre was as panicked as he was, shrugging helplessly "hello maybe?"

Charles just give him a glare. Taking in a deep breath and gathering all over his courage before finally swinging open his front door.

"Hello!" He blurted out as his neck tilted up and up.. and up. His eyes widening as he was met with a six foot two beast of man looking down at him .

Arms as big as tree trunks, the muscles almost bulging out is his clothes as he stood there in tight leather pants and a band tshirt, man bun and scruffy beard and all. Covered from head to toe in tattoos just like Cherrie was, more than double his size in , well, everything .

Charles wondered if this was what his murderer would look like . He swallowed thickly as his throat ran dry, unable to do anything but blink up at her ex boyfriend and baby daddy fearfully. Heart racing in his chest.

Oh my god. He thought weakly to himself. Neck still tipt painfully back as he looked up thin. This guy was fucking huge!

Then he grinned down at Charles , voice deep and gruff as he said casually "Charles Leclerc! So good to meet you! How are you man?!" As he clapped him on his back happily. His threatening image immediately dissolving into nothing but friendliness.

Charles exhaled loudly in relief when he didn't immediately punch him , moving aside to let the beast like man in. "I'm-I'm good yeah! Star wanted me to be a princess so.." he chuckled nervously as he gestured to his glitter filled face that was coated horrendously in the cheap makeup.

Leon just laughed and patted his back again, almost sending him into the wall from how strong he was. Pierre was looking at them with wide eyes , his head snapping between the comical sight in front of him.

Charles looked like a tiny mouse compared to this guy. He tried not to laugh at how terrified his best friend looked as he gazed up at Leon , utterly speechless and not knowing what to do or say.

"Sounds like star. Although I must say.." Leon chuckled casually "you make a better race driver than a princess." Before Star came running over to her dad quickly at the sound of his voice.

Beaming as she ran into his arms and gave him a hug, Leon bending down to her height as he gave her kisses and told her how much he missed her.

Charles softened at the sight , realising that Cherrie was right. Despite his terrifying appearance, he seemed to be a really nice guy. He felt himself relax a little in his presence before the four year old menace opened her big mouth again.

"Charlie is going to be mommy's new boyfriend daddy!" She exclaimed happily to her father as she pulled away. Looking very proud of herself.

Charles paled white , eyes going wide in panic as he looked between the grinning four year old and her monster of a father who could snap him in half like a twig if he wanted to.

"No!er- that's not- that's not true! Nothing like that has happened . I promise! Not a boyfriend!" He stammered out, terrified.

Star just grinned mischievously at him "yet." She added with a naughty giggle . Enjoying every single second of panic that she caused him.

Pierre was back to hysterically laughing, leaning his hand out to give the girl a proud high five. Enjoying this far too much.

Charles just stood there , frozen , speechless, as he looked helplessly at her ex boyfriend beside him. Hoping that he wasn't about to get his nose rearranged from this.

Luckily for him, Leon was a good guy. Seeing his panicked and pale face, he let out a chuckle and told him casually . "I know. Cherrie told me on the phone. She sounded like she likes you. Never heard so many ways to say that somebody has nice eyes before." Smirking at him in amusement as he leaned against the wall behind him with his big arms crossed over his chest comfortably.

Momentarily forgetting his paralysing fear, he smiled sheepishly . "Really? She talked to you about me? What did she say?" He mumbled shyly , heart reading in his chest.

And Leon realised then that Cherrie really wasn't kidding when she told him what a sweet and nice guy Charles was. How different he was to her usual type of assholes and cunts that she dated.

He felt himself relax and smile easier. Knowing that his baby mama and his daughter were gonna be in safe hands.

This guy couldn't hurt a fly! Leon decided them that he liked Charles , he decided to help him out the best that he could as well.

"Just about how nice you were . Different than the guys back home. I've seen you drive. You're really cool. But I assumed that you'd be a arrogant asshole, you have every right to be one. Ferrari's golden boy." He chuckled, friendly , not meaning it badly.

"But you seem like a good guy . And that's what Cherrie needs. I was getting sick of breaking those assholes jaws every time they fucked her over. I don't want to go to jail again but ya know.." he casually told him as he picked up one of her cookies to eat.

Pierre's and Charles small , shocked "jail again?" Going unheard. They exchanged a glance , Charles taking a small step away from Leon just to be safe.

"Oh. Well..I can promise you that I won't treat her badly. I really like her. She's just- she scares me a little honestly." That was an understatement "I didn't think that she would like me." He muttered honestly . Still unable to believe his luck.

Leon just laughed "yeah. She acts all tough and she can be a mega bitch sometimes but she's amazing really! She'll keep you on your toes!" He winked at him . "Too good for a man like me. But you?" He looked at him consideringly "yeah. I think you might just be what she needs. Her mama is gonna love you. You better get ready for the rest of her crazy family to never leave you alone if you get together! Two of her brothers are in jail but they're great guys! Her father used to be a underground fighter too!" He proudly told them. His accent thick.

Pierre looked at him with a gaping mouth "have you all just spent casual time in jail then?" He muttered in shock at how casually he was speaking about it as though it was nothing. Poor Charles didn't know whether to laugh or faint.

Leon looked at him with a blinding smile "of course! It builds great character. But Cherrie is too pretty for jail so maybe you can calm her down and keep her safe ah?" He looked at Charles pointedly . Liking him for her.

He patted his shoulder again as he picked up star in his arms, the four year old tiredly yawning as she cuddled into his huge arms. Her crown sat sideways on her tiny head.

"Now I'm gonna go. Get the princess some real food and a nap I think." He told them kindly "Cherrie should be back soon. So.." he looked at Charles with a nice smile "don't look so scared! Make a move! You'll be surprised. She's a real softy inside!" He told him encouragingly before leaving .

Star waving at them tiredly , Blowing them air kisses over his shoulder as they left . Charles and Pierre waving at her with small smiles on their faces, utterly speechless .

Then they were alone. There was a long pause of shocked silence before Pierre finally broke it and said in disbelief "I can't believe that you got her baby daddy's approval to make a move on her!"

Charles blinked rapidly , just as shocked as he was. "I know! He had to duck to fit underneath the door mate! He was so big. I was shitting myself!" He admitted to him with wide eyes. Needing to take a seat again after that. His heart slowly beginning to calm down again.

Pierre laughed loudly in agreement "right! I can't believe it! You've got to be the luckiest man in the world right now! What's the game plan?" He asked him curiously.

Charles just looked at him helplessly , utterly lost. "I don't have one." He muttered honestly , still in shock. "I'm just gonna wing it and hope for the best." He said after a moment .

Pierre snorted in pure amusement "well let's hope it goes well then because I would not want to piss off a guy that huge! Especially when her family all like to take vacations in jail apparently!"

Charles didn't know that his face could pale any further. But it turns out, it was possible.

By the time that Cherrie finally arrived later that night , Charles had worked himself up into a sweat. Nervously wringing his fingers together as he opened his door slowly , a tired but smiling rockstar greeting him happily.

"How was she? Was she good for you? Not too much trouble?" She questioned him with a grin as she looked at his makeup and glitter covered face in amusement . Shaking her head in humour. But also adoration that Charles had actually let her daughter do this to him without any complaint .

Charles laughed softly and smiled back at her , unable to take his eyes off her. She looked beautiful when she smiled. Her eyes lit up too.

"She was very good! Very demanding." He laughed fondly "could definitely be a real queen with that attitude. She's super funny too." He said honestly. Having had a lot of fun playing with the four year old all day.

Cherrie took a smaller step closer to him subtly , smiling at him softly . "That's good then. I'm glad she had fun. Have you eaten?" She asked him, a plan already formed in her mind.

Charles laughed a little, shifting anxiously on his feet as he wondered how he could ask her out without making even more a fool out of himself .

"Er just your cookies. They were amazing. I loved them." He praised her with a grin.

She grinned back at him happily "yeah? I'm glad. You'll probably like my cooking then. How's pesto pasta sound? With some homemade brownies for desert.." she carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, smirking at the look of startlement on his face from her sudden touch.

"And a side of me too if you're good ?"

Charles didn't know where he found the confidence to mumble "that sounds like a full course meal." To her quietly .

Utterly Awestruck by her as he hesitantly placed his hands at the dip of her waist , barely breathing as their eyes locked together . The air around them quickly changing to something more..promising.

Don't faint. Don't faint . Don't faint. Please don't faint. He mentally chanted to himself over and over again.

She smirked at him slyly, gently pulling at the small hairs at the nape of his neck. Enjoying the way he let out a shuddering breath from her touch.

"Charles.." she whispered to him as she slowly lowered her face to his, giving him time to pull away if he wanted to.

He just let his eyes flutter closed as their noses gently nudged together, exhaling shakily against her lips as his heart hammered away quickly in his chest.

"Yes?" He breathed out against her lips, hands clenching around her waist nervously. Just wanting to kiss her and never let her go again.

"Do you want do go on a date with me tonight? At my place?" She asked him quietly before quickly adding "after I've kissed you of course?"

He couldn't have nodded his head any quicker if he tried. Making her laugh lightly at the desperation written across his face as he swallowed thickly and muttered a small "yes please."

That being all it took before Cherrie finally closed the gap between them and kissed him softly , pressing their lips together as she pulled him in close. One arm around his neck and the other one sliding around his waist to keep him steady as she felt his knees almost buckle beneath him from her kiss.

Moaning into her mouth quietly as he melted into her body, hand coming up to cup her jaw gently as she deepened the kiss, parting his lips with her tongue as he shuddered against her, goosebumps littering his skin as he felt her nails scratch lightly at his neck as she kissed him like he had always dreamed of being kissed.

She was the one in control. His rockstar.

"Fuck." He breathed out shakily as she pulled away for only a moment to let him breath again.

His head falling back against the wall behind him as she move her lips down to his neck, kissing her way down his jaw and below his ear, softly sucking and leaving her mark on him as he panted breathlessly , his face flushed red before he stuttered out a quiet "do you want me to bring a bottle of champagne for our dinner?" Excited for their little dinner date even when she was kissing him.

She breathed out a giggle against his neck at his nervous words, pulling away to look up at him with a soft smirk tugging at her swollen lips. Shaking her head fondly at him as she intertwined their fingers together and led him quickly over to her apartment instead .

"Later." She simply answered him as she pulled him through her door and into her home swiftly .

Looking over her shoulder at his wide eyes glued to her , her smirk deepening slyly .

"want to see my bed?" She suggestively asked him. Already heading down the hall towards her room, knowing what his answer would be.

Charles felt like he was in heaven. And suddenly he became a track star as he sprinted after her as quickly as he possibly could, almost tripping over his own two feet in excitement as she beckoned him into her room with a sultry bend of her finger and a promising smirk on her face.

"Yes! Oh my god, yes!" He fumbled out with a nervous but giddy laugh as she pushed him down onto her ridiculously large bed with just one hard push.

His back landing against her mattress with a thud as the air was taken out from beneath him, gazing up at her with dark , but wide eyes. More turned on than he had ever been in his entire life.

"I'm going to fall in love with you." He felt the need to tell her seriously . Needing her to know that this wouldn't be just some casual hook up to him. She was all he had ever dreamed of. Literally.

There was no way that he could let her go now. He was absolutely fucked as soon as her four year old had broke into his home and stolen all of his chocolates for herself.

He had a overwhelming feeling then that this was it for him.

She just smirked down at him as she slowly crawled upon his body, straddling his hips as she lowered her lips against his trembling mouth again. Watching his throat Bob as he swallowed nervously, his eyes never leaving her own as his chest heaved from both nerves and excitement for what was about to come.

"Good. Because I think I'm gonna fall in love with you too." Was all she breathed out against his lips with a soft smile before closing the gap between them again and kissing him passionately , hands and tongues exploring every inch of skin that they could reach .

His dazed moans getting lost against her mouth along with their clothes as she got down to giving him a night that he had only ever dreamed of happening.

And to think that this never would have happened if his gaming chair hadn't had finally broken and send him folding himself in half, forcing him to buy a new one.

He really needed to to thank that little mischievous , four year old the next time she came for a tea party too. Because if she hadn't had broken into his home and stolen all of his chocolates , he wouldn't have met the love of his life like this either .

He was literally living his dream.

She was his rockstar now.

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