#where he’s happy and laughing and a brat and enjoying life

[mediumgayitalian]

I want a part two of whatever angsty thingy you wrote cause that was so juicy I slurped it up and let not a singular drop behind

(pretty please with a cherry on top 🫶)

i don’t have a part two (YET) but i have this for you:

[ssinboo]

Say Yes to me

summary: You've been in love with Jeon Wonwoo since forever, and due to your family relations, you had hopes you'd marry him. Your only problem? he's getting engagement to someone else.

or

During his Engagement party, your childhood best friend and love of your life, Jeon Wonwoo, asks you to run away with him.

pairing: 1960s!AU - Childhood bestfriend! Wonwoo x F!Reader

word count: 10k (45~ minute read) – My longest ever!

warnings: unrequited crushes and overall foolishness, idiots in love, best friends to lovers to not lovers to lovers again, some angst?, Wonwoo is such a nerd, making out in dingy motels, unrealistic mileage for gasoline, seokmin being the sweetest

a/n: This will most certainly be my last fic of the year! So, Happy Holidays everyone! This year has been so troublesome, but I've grown so much and written a lot more, too! I'm so, so grateful for everyone I've met and everyone that's enjoyed my stuff! See you in 2024!

Had you been questioned, there would never be a concrete answer to the question of just how long you had been in love with Jeon Wonwoo. 

You’d know him forever, and maybe you loved him all along.

Your families were business partners turned friends. And there had always been talk of marriage between the children. Of course, for convenience. The Jeon’s produced top-class racing and sports cars, while your family were in the chemical business, specialising in industry paints and finishes, it was only natural to unite the two families and profit. 

Although your wealth was vast, it was nothing compared to the Jeon’s, despite always having the chance to frequent the same environments, you often found you were on different levels altogether. 

Jeon Wonwoo was the eldest son, and he carried himself as such — with all the poise and arrogance of the heir to a global conglomerate. He liked golfing and late night swims. Always took his coffee black with no sugar, and barely had anything for breakfast, preferring a hearty lunch instead. 

His younger brother, Lee Seokmin, was the result of an affair with a secretary, though that did not mean he was loved any less, no. Seokmin lacked a single mean bone in his body, he had a pure heart and a contagious laugh.  

They were by all means what people liked to call Irish Twins, born less than a year apart. And the nature of that fact only made their differences more apparent. Complete opposites they were, and that extended to how they treated you, too. 

Every summer growing up, your family would travel to the country house and you and your sister would spend the better part of the months at the club. Oh, how you loved the country club with the fun summer activities the clear chlorinated water, having a meal under the pool umbrellas and getting funny tan lines. 

But most of all, you enjoyed Jeon Wonwoo.

His family frequented the same club and every summer, you’d be practically glued to Wonwoo, even if he didn’t dare to pay you any attention.

You were only three years apart, yet he acted as if you were an immature brat. Seokmin had always been happy to play with you and your sister, though. 

More often than not, Wonwoo would lounge by the pool with a book, never daring to go in. And you would cross your arms over tile by the sides and try your damnedest to strike a conversation with him. He would ignore your every word, or worse, poke fun at your latest obsession. 

“Wonwoo, at what time where you born?” You ask, spitting out any chlorine filled water off your mouth. 

He arches an eyebrow, looking up from his book.

“What?”

“What time were you born?” You repeat, unbothered by his acidic tone.

“Why would I know that?”

“Can’t you ask your mum?” 

He rolls his eyes, “Why do you wanna know?”

“So I can see your birth chart,” You shrug, twirling a wet strand of hair around your finger. 

“The fuck is a birth chart?”

“It’s like… It’s a way to see your personality… And I can check to see if we’re compatible.”

“That’s stupid…” He rolls his eyes, again, “You’re stupid.” 

You scoff, “You won’t play along— You’re such a bore!” You yell out and dive back in the pool, leaving behind a cackling Wonwoo. 

Those hapless summer days were spent lazing by the pool with your sister and Seokmin — without a care in the world, laughing about nothing. With the isolated water-balloon fight every now and then. 

You’d grown up before you could realise it, never truly leaving behind your childish crush on Wonwoo. Even if by the age hierarchy, you had no chance of marrying him — Your sister were to marry Wonwoo and you possibly married Seokmin. 

Though you held hope, it crumbled away with every passing minute. 

But that year, your sister had the greatest early birthday present: She’d found the man she was to marry and best of all, your daddy could never say no to his girls. 

With your sister marrying the love of her life, it meant that you would marry Wonwoo, right? It was only a matter of time and you would be sworn to each other before God, your friends, and family. And your first love would blossom. 

On your 21st birthday, your father took you to work with him for the day, though you most lazed around and answered his calls. You only expected to have lunch for your birthday and a party on the weekend.

At noon, he drove to the Jeon’s factory to deliver the new paint samples. 

The workers, most of whom had watched you, your sister and the Jeon kids grow up, greet you excitedly and some even wish you happy birthday. Your father goes straight to the floor to speak to the manager.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jeon himself shows up.

Mr. Jeon was a handsome old man a captivating smile, he was incredibly passionate about his work and adored mechanics, but he loved his sons above all — And he had great expectations for his boys. 

He greets you with a warm hug and wishes you a happy birthday before discussing business with your father. To which you busy yourself with staring at the pieces waiting for a coat of paint.

“Hey, baby, why don’t you come with us to the patio?” Your father calls and you oblige, skipping toward the two men.

The patio is where they stored their models waiting to be shipped out to agencies or sometimes, for the higher profile clients, directly to the customer. You look at the new line to be launched next winter: sleek and modern with leather seats and wooden accents on the interior. You could never criticise the Jeon’s for their taste, they knew their stuff. 

“Come here, baby,” Your father waves his hands, “What do you think of this car?” 

You study the convertible in a bright red with a cream leather interior; a classic. 

“It’s gorgeous, daddy, when are they launching it?”

“It should be out next year, but what do you think of the colour?”

“I like it,” You nod enthusiastically.

“That’s great baby, why don’t you read up on this model?” He hands you a tiny card, common in the factory, that has the model and batch number, as well as the signature from the supervisor. But just underneath the model, you see the colour name: your name.

As you look at your father, completely astonished, he just lets out a warm laugh and opens his arms for a hug.

“You named a shade after me?!” You glue yourself to him, still in shock. 

“Happy birthday, princess.” 

“Thank you, daddy, you’re the best!” 

“That’s your dad’s present, how about you open mine, now?” Mr. Jeon interjects, waving a tiny jewelry box in the air. 

You fix your hair and take it from his hand, expecting maybe a ring, or earrings. 

But you find brand new car keys.

Mouth agape, you look at him while your father can only laugh at your surprised expression.

“Why don’t you give it a spin?” Mr. Jeon encourages, rushing you toward the convertible. 

And though your father is beside himself with worry for you driving during rush hour, he settles for sitting in the passenger’s seat and doing some good old backseat driving, even though you barely make it past 30.

You drive around the block and return to the factory before your father has an anxiety attack over your driving. 

“Thank you so much, Mr. Jeon! When did you even do this?! I had no idea!”

“Wonwoo oversaw the whole thing, he’s the one you should thank,” He laughs it off, but your heart can only skip a beat at the mention of your beloved’s name. Especially thinking he was the one to take care of such a great gift.

Wonwoo loved mechanics as much as his dad, sometimes even more. He even went to a good college for it, coming back even smarter than before — and much sassier, too. He never stopped doing manual work in the factory, guaranteeing every car made was up to the Jeon standard.

And you were very biased toward his mechanic abilities, especially when he would furrow his brow, glasses perched on the very tip of his nose; he would wipe off sweat off his forehead with his grease covered arm. 

You remember to this day the last time your father came to discuss swatches and you stopped by the shop. Watching Wonwoo work on an older model with a leaky oil tank. 

He did everything himself, changed the tank perched under the car, soldering a brand new one. He also did a once over on anything else that could become a problem in the future, any filters needing change, checking wires and gears, making sure the oil was fresh. The problem came with the lights. He had such a hard time wiggling his thick arms through the machinery to reach the right spot, and you watched very intently how his triceps flexed, deep green veins bulging under his skin.

Wonwoo had gotten so frustrated he’d shed off the top part of his coveralls, sporting a white undershirt so tight you could basically tell the shape of his sweat-clad torso. Oh, how you’d hoped he never got that bulb in place.

“Come’ere,” Wonwoo calls out without further ado. 

“Why?”

“Need your help,” He mumbles under a sigh.

You rise from the barrel you were sitting on and approach the open hood. “With what?”

“Getting this fuckin’ bulb in place,” He hands you the tiny light bulb.

“Where do I need to put it?”

“See— in between this part, need to shove you hand until you reach back here in the light, then you just screw it in.”

“What if I get stuck?” 

“You won’t, you’re so petite,” He smirks.

You scoff, “Shut up.”

Leaning over the hood, you place your left hand on the chassis to steady yourself and shove your right hand in between gears and machinery, trying to find the spot he mentioned.

“I can’t find it,” You complain.

“Keep trying.”

“I am!”

“Here, deeper—“ He reaches for you, one hand on your waist and another on your arm, forcing you toward the place.

You’re way too focused on finding the damn spot for the light, that you barely notice the proximity at all. 

“Can’t find it!”

“Right, right— My right.”

“It’s the same freakin’ right, you idiot,” You hiss.

He laughs, “Fine, our right,” you groan at his stupid joke, “It should be there, try to bring it closer to you.” 

“Found it!” You squeal with a smile, screwing the bulb in its place. 

“Atta girl,” Wonwoo smiles. 

“There!” With a relieved sigh, you finally free your grease-clad hand from the machinery, slightly cringing at the black covering your fingernails — It’d be such a bother to clean it up. 

When you finally lean back, you stumble onto Wonwoo’s firm chest. Lucky for you, he catches you, steady hold at your waist. You’re finally aware of his proximity, to which he only smiles. 

Looking down at where his warm, tauntingly large hands meet your waist, you’re suddenly filled with nothing but rage. ‘

“You got grease all over my dress!” You whine, looking at the perfectly stamped print of his hand over your brand new summer dress. 

He only laughs, “Looks better this way, trust me.”

“Ugh!” You groan, stomping toward the washing area where they kept clean rugs. 

He closes the hood with a loud thump that echoes through the shop and slides into the driver’s seat. The car comes alive with a loud hum and ta-da! The headlight works. 

You are a little proud of your work, yes. But it’s not like you’ll show it.

“Do you not anything clean in here?!” You complain, eyeing the pile of grease-covered rags thrown in a corner. That had to be a fire hazard.

“What?” Wonwoo shouts over the running engine.

You huff and stomp your way back to the car, throwing open the driver’s door. “I have a formal dinner to go to,” You state, leaning over the door.

“Okay, then go.” 

Rolling your eyes, you hold back any possible insults, “Like this?” You gesture toward your otherwise perfectly fine dress. 

He holds back a little mischievous smile, “I have some clean clothes in the office.”

Wide eyes, mouth hanging agape, you stare at him dumbfound, “I hope that’s a joke, Jeon Wonwoo.” 

He laughs, genuinely. That sweet, deep, dorky laugh of his that reverberates through his chest and plunges straight into your heart. 

“Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

As much as he did tease you, Wonwoo never made short on his promises. 

“Is he around?” You ask Mr. Jeon, trying your best to suppress any expectations.

“Oh, he had some business… But he wished you a happy birthday.”

Your smile falters before your catch it, forcing the corners of your lips into a beautiful, rehearsed smile. “Let him know I’m grateful. For the wishes and for the amazing present.”

It would soon be Wonwoo’s birthday and you had been preparing for what felt like ages. You got him a really nice set of electric work tools since he complained often about how the shop’s tools were always malfunctioning. But you did feel somewhat bad about only getting him a gift relating to work on what should be a day about him. 

So you caved in and got him a gorgeous wrist watch with classy black leather straps; on the underside you had his name inscribed with a heart. — You actually hadn’t planned for the heart, but the jeweller got confused in between so many orders and it was too close to the date to have it re-done. You hoped you could play it off in a cool manner, maybe he would laugh at your story.

The party would be held the eve of his actual birthday, and you arrived at the venue with hours to spare. Your father and sister are by the entrance, speaking to Mr. Jeon, you greet them.

“Hi, Mr. Jeon! Where should I put the gifts?”

“Oh—“ Surprised, he looks at your father, “You’ve brought gifts—“ He seems… surprised? As if it were so weird to bring presents to a birthday party. “Uh— I’m not sure, let me check with my wife where you could place those.”

You father nervously sips on his champagne, avoiding your sister’s burning looks.

“You haven’t told her,” Your sister turns to your father, “Why didn’t you tell her?”

“Tell me what?” You ask.

“Honey… This isn’t Wonwoo’s birthday party…” Your father speaks very slowly, gauging for your reaction at his every word.

Eyebrows raised, you question, “What do you mean?”

“It’s an engagement party, he’s getting engaged to Suzy,” Your sister rips the band-aid off.

And you feel the air being sucked out of your lungs at once, an agonising knot pulls at your throat and your nose stings with the threat of tears. The shopping bags fall from your hands and you fight off the urge to bawl your eyes out. 

Before you actually do cry your eyes out, you rush outside.

“Baby—“ Your father calls but you just storm off, not wanting to be near anyone. 

Engaged? Engaged!

Engaged…

Wonwoo was getting fucking engaged. 

With a bitch named Suzy who had the prettiest hair you’d ever seen and knew how to talk to investors and could speak a thousand languages. And worst of all, she was the kindest, sweetest girl ever. You couldn’t even hate her!

You weren’t even allowed that! As much as you weren’t allowed a simple heads up. How hard was it to tell you beforehand “Hey, the guy you’ve loved your entirely life is getting married to some girl and you just brought lemon pies to his engagement party, thought you’d want to know.”

Maybe you should’ve taken the pies with you, at least you’d have some comfort. 

You know what, what the fuck. Why didn’t Wonwoo tell you anything?! It had been barely a couple of days since you saw each other, why couldn’t he tell you? Were you not even worthy of that? 

Like having known each other your entire lives doesn’t make you worthy of such ”wonderful” news? How hard is it to tell someone in passing that you’re getting engaged! And now, you’re supposed to smile all night and pretend like your guts aren’t festering in rage and melancholy and your blood doesn’t run cold at the mere thought of Wonwoo walking down the aisle.

Giving it a second thought, maybe it wasn’t set in stone yet. 

It’s the modern times and even back in your parents’ days, engagements were broken off all the time! He might not marry Suzy. You might have a chance. 

Maybe you could ask— no, you could plead with your father to tell Mr. Jeon to think it all over. Wonwoo is still young, it’s not time to settle down just yet. He wanted to study abroad, he talked about the automobile industry in Europe with such amaze, and if that took a little longer, maybe Suzy would get tired of waiting?

Who were you fooling? You should’ve seen it coming.

Of course, he wouldn’t have married you, what were you thinking?!

He’s the Jeon’s precious firstborn and you’re… someone who can’t even tell apart the sizing in wrenches —  To top it all off, Suzy was notably great with mechanics. 

You really wish you had those pies with you, it would make your salty tears a little sweeter.

By the time you’re done sobbing in your car, you look a hot mess with runny make-up and swollen eyes. With a sigh, you pull out your purse and muster up any cosmetics that can save you for tonight. 

You could cry all you wanted at home, but right now, you needed to look pretty and have your pictures taken.

By the time you return, the party is to start and guests are gathering at the front, your sister immediately rushes to your side.

“Are you okay?” she whispers, soft hands reaching for yours. 

Forcing out a smile, “Of course! Who do you think I am?”

By the look on her face, you know she doesn’t trust your words not one bit, but will not pry at your emotions any further. At least not for tonight, you’re sure tomorrow she will grill you about this. But for now, you put on a bright smile and greet all the guests.

From the Jeon’s, Seokmin is the third to arrive, missing only by the birthday boy himself. But he immediately greets his parents and comes to greet your family.

“Hey!” You smile, putting aside your glass of champagne so you can hug him properly.

“How you doin’?” He asks, gorgeous smile on display. 

“I’m— Well—“

“They’ve told you then—“ 

You press your lipstick coloured lips into a thin line, “Yeah,” You nod.

“Shit.”

“Yeah,” You shrug, “I’m happy, Suzy is… a—“ Nice words. Nice words. “—wonderful girl.”

Seokmin offers you a sweet smile. “Let’s hope she can handle his tantrums,” he nudges at your arm.

“Oh, please!” You laugh.

Wonwoo was known for sometimes having a bit of a short temper, not often, by any means and maybe that’s what made them so memorable. Like the one time he couldn’t finish a puzzle during game night, so he gathered all the pieces and set the ablaze in the backyard.

“Or—“ A waiter passes by with a tray full of champagne and he so kindly grabs two glasses, offering you one. “Listen to this— He gets to the church, covered in grease from head to toe.” 

You laugh at the thought. Gods, how many times has Wonwoo decided to work on an engine while wearing his most expensive outfit? His mother nearly had a fit every time he would show up dishevelled and smelling like motor oil pretending like nothing’s wrong. 

“Please,” You sip at your drink, “I bet he’s gonna be all greased up tonight.”

Seokmin laughs wholeheartedly. He was the sort of guy to never hold back a fit of giggles no matter how inappropriate it may be, and it was certainly refreshing to know someone genuinely found your company enjoyable.

“For sure, I think her parents will freak out.” 

You nod. 

Tapping at your glass, you hesitate the following words, “Guess we’ll be the ones getting married for the family, then…”

You didn’t hate Seokmin, far from it. You loved him to bits— Not like Wonwoo, of course, you believed you would never love a man like you loved Wonwoo, ever again. 

He was funny, and such a gentleman. Not to mention, handsome, too. If you weren’t hopelessly in love with his brother, he would’ve been the perfect husband of your dreams. But he did deserve better than a wife who could never give him what he deserves. 

“Sorry about that,” Seokmin comforts you and that only makes your nose sting with the threat of more tears.

“Stooop!” You whine in a shaky voice and he’s overcome with worry.

“Hey— What’s wrong—?”

“Don’t be so sweet— I’m emotional tonight—“ You laugh at your emotional state, despite the teary-eyes.

“Are you a crybaby tonight?”

You nod, fanning your eyes in the hope of drying your tears before they can wash away your makeup.

Seokmin smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and you lean against his chest, fighting the urge to cry.

It’s only when you’re certain you won’t bawl your eyes out, that you respond. “It’s not that I hate you, you know I love you, but… You deserve someone that will love you like a husband.” 

He nods, “I know— But it might not be so bad, we’re friends! We’ll have sleepovers every day, and we’ll have Italian every night, we’ll watch those silly movies you like…” Seokmin lists off all the things you would do in your very platonic marriage and it doesn’t sound so bad. 

He knew exactly how you felt, he loved you, of course he did, you were so precious in his eyes, but not like a lover. 

You pull your face away from his chest to look up at him, “Are you gonna let me choose your clothes?” 

Seokmin sighs. You hated his questionable fashion since forever and in only very rare occasions did he accept your input, any other time and he assaulted your spirit with clashing patterns and silly shoes.

“Fine—!” 

You smile brightly, properly comforted. 

Before you can tease him any further, you spot Wonwoo entering the venue. Although he is immediately swarmed with congratulatory words, his shy nature makes it so his only response is always an awkward smile. 

He immediately spots you among the crowd.

You breathe in. In that moment, despite knowing he was sworn to another, that did not stop your heart from fluttering at the sight of him, his broad shoulders and the crooked tie he clearly put on a rush.

“Congrats, bro!” Seokmin is the first one to greet him, not letting go of your shoulder but instead pulling Wonwoo into a semi-hug. 

“Seokmin…” Wonwoo eyes his brother and then you, and then his brother again.

“Congrats, Nonu,” You smile, letting go of Seokmin’s comfort to reach for a hug. 

Wonwoo smiles, letting you cling onto his neck, your citric perfume seeping into his clothes and body. 

Oh, how his warmth could never compare to another. How you craved his affection like no other. 

“Thanks— Uh, did you bring me anything?” He asks in a teasing tone.

“Ey— Nonu!” Seokmin scolds his brother. 

“How did you know I brought you something?” You giggle, pulling away from the hug. 

Wonwoo shrugs. 

You reach for his crooked tie, straightening it to the best of your abilities. “I brought it earlier, but I think your mum took it to the back room,” You explain, focused on the tie.

He, however is focused on your concentrated face, parted red lips and furrowed brows. The proximity that lets him almost feel your chest pressed against his, as if extending the hug. 

“However, you, mister, have to greet your guests!” You scold, setting his tie in place.

Seokmin joins in, once again throwing his arm around your shoulder. “That’s right, mum already gave me an earful about how late you were— And I got here on time!” 

“Yeah— Yeah— You’re right,” Wonwoo nods.

“Liquid courage?” You offer your half-drunk glass of champagne and he downs it in one go.

You and Seokmin goof around a little more and gossip about certain guests behind their backs. Dinner is served and you all sit down to eat, Seokmin insists you sit beside him, which just so happens to also be next to Wonwoo. And you thank him for indulging you one last time.

Wonwoo is mostly quiet, but you were used to him not being rather fond of public parties, especially when all of the attention is on him. On his other side, sits Suzy, the blushing bride-to-be. She tries to make conversation with Wonwoo, though most of it falls flat, he only ever gives her monosyllabic answers and rarely contributes to discussions. 

That is until Mr. and Mrs. Jeon stand up, tapping forks to their glasses to call for everyone’s attention. The room quiets down instantly. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending our little gathering tonight,” Mr Jeon greets the guests. “We have some wonderful news we would like to share with you all.” 

“My beautiful son, how proud I am of you,” He adds, “Every day I am  amazed at your intellect. Often, I question just where did you get those smarts!”

Everyone laughs.

“You have grown into a fine man, and I can’t take credit for any of it. You are the most mature, talented, and intelligent boy and you did it all by yourself— ”

You can watch how Wonwoo’s eyes gloss over with tears. 

“I’m growing old, you know. And every father wants the guarantee that his children will be taken care of… That’s why I’m so relieved and happy to announce that my worries will soon be gone—“ He laughs but his son’s smile falters, “I’d like to announce the engagement of my son, Wonwoo, to this beautiful young lady named Suzanne. Welcome to the family, Suzy.” 

He raises his glass and soon, the room fills with uproar. Everyone claps and you join in, smiling toward Mr. Jeon and Suzy. She stands up, thanking everyone and raising her own glass.

But Wonwoo doesn’t move. 

“Nonu?” You whisper. 

In his ears all that can be heard is muffled screams of joy and the incessant acute ringing. He closes his fists so tight that his blunt nails almost break through skin, he doesn’t look at you, but it’s so clear something is wrong.

You and Seokmin exchange glances. 

Before you can call for him again, he stands up at once, the chair falling behind him with a loud bang that silences the room in an instant. In large and rushed strides, Wonwoo leaves for the patio. 

You stand up and follow him. 

“Wonwoo!” You call out, almost tripping over your party heels. 

He stands in the yard, hand gripping at his gelled hair while the other fights with his tie, pulling at the suffocating fabric until it slides down.

The yard is decorated with a gorgeous fountain, sound of running water somewhat soothing in this moment.

“Nonu, what’s wrong?” You whisper, a hand reaching for his heaving shoulder.

“What wrong?!” He yells back, shoving your hand away, “Did you not fuckin’ hear ‘em?!” 

You step back and his gaze somewhat softens, realising he just pushed you.

“You didn’t know…” You whisper to yourself, epiphany hitting you like a punch to the gut. How could Mr. Jeon do this?! Throw this on him without any previous warning?!

“You— You knew?” His voice is shaky, laced with the sharp sting of betrayal.

“I found it out myself tonight when I got here— I— I thought you knew! I thought you agreed to it!” You argue. 

“How— How can you think I would agree to marry someone—“ His words trail off in the night breeze, never to be finished. 

“Then— What will you do?”

“I don’t know!” 

You bite at your nails, finding a concrete surface to sit on and ponder. 

“I must leave—“ He speaks out, “Run away with me—“

“What?!” you stand up.

“Let’s leave, drive somewhere— Wherever! I can’t stay a moment longer in this place.” 

Oh, what a dilemma it was.

Abandon an engagement party with the groom-to-be, leaving behind furious parents and confused guests. And part of you knew that, despite your family’s closeness and no matter how much your father claimed you were all very close like family, driving off in the middle of the night with a committed man was a blow to any respectable, single, young ladies.

What a dilemma it could’ve been if you weren’t so enamoured with this man you would beck at any given call of his.

“I’ll get my bag and tell your parents you want to stay out here for a couple of minutes,” You announce and he nods.

As you walk back into the venue, all eyes are on you.

“He’s got the wedding jitters, everyone, not to worry. Wonwoo will return after he’s had a bit of fresh air,” You announce with a smile and all guests return to their previous activities.

But Mr. Jeon immediately corners you.

“What is he thinking?!” He half-yells, half-whispers.

“He’s just nervous, it’s a big bit of news…” You lie through your teeth, “I think a little heads up would’ve helped, you know he doesn’t do well with surprises.”

The man sighs, “He wouldn’t ever agree to it. I’ve offered him countless girls to marry and he never accepts any of them.“ Mr. Jeon looks at you and then sighs. “Do me a favour, convince him to come back, will you?”

“Yes, sir,” You nod and head off into the back rooms.

Unbeknown to you, Seokmin is on your trail and he waits until you are in the back lounge, gathering your bags and jacket to close the door and corner you.

“What the hell happened?”

You jump at the sudden intrusion, “You scared me!” You whisper.

“Sorry,” He whispers back.

“He didn’t know!”

“What?!” He says in a normal tone, soon realising just how loud that was. 

“What I said, I think your dad set up a trap… He knows Wonwoo won’t go against his word.”

“Shit. What are we gonna do?”

“He wants to run away,” You announce.

Seokmin looks at you, and then at the purse hanging from your should and the jacket in your hands. 

“And you’re coming with him?”

“I can’t leave him alone, not tonight.”

“And where are you going?”

“I don’t know,” 

“And when are you coming back?”

“I don’t know.”

“You are coming back, right?”

“I have no idea, Seokmin,” You realise, but the prospect doesn’t scare you as badly.

He scratches at his head. “Leave through the kitchen, I’ll hold off my dad. Make sure to give me a call once you guys are… I don’t know— Just give a call, will you?” 

You nod, pulling him into a hug.

Doing as he instructed, you pass through the kitchen staff and rush through the backdoor, unseen by the guests. Wonwoo is sitting on a concrete bench, his head between his hands.

“Ready?” You call out.

Wonwoo looks up, nodding before he rises to his height. You offer him a comforting smile and reach for his hand. 

Once you get hold of his hand, you bolt across the yard toward the parking lot. He almost stumbles over his lanky legs, but catches up rather fast. You throw your stuff on the backseat and enter your car, Wonwoo decides to jump over the door. 

You laugh at his antics with a shake of your head. 

Once your heels are discarded, you start the engine and drive off, leaving behind that dreaded engagement party. Wonwoo busies himself with shedding his formal wear, throwing his tie on the floor and removing his blazer. 

In any other occasion, this could’ve been such a lovely late-night drive, just the two of you in your beloved car, night breeze caressing your faces with her ice-cold kisses, cruising through deserted roads, barely a soul in sight except for the night owls.

And you might allow yourself to enjoy this moment.

The silence isn’t a bother, no, Wonwoo was always a man of comfortable silences to you, but this once, you’re worried about goes on in that busy mind of his.

“You alright?” You ask, looking away from the road to steal a glance or two at him.

“Yeah,” He replies.

“Truly?”

“No,” He scoffs at his own lie. “But I’ll be.”

You nod. 

You drive out of town and on the interstate roads for ages until Wonwoo finally speaks up. You’re completely engulfed in darkness except for your headlights.

“We should stop soon and have a rest.”

“Okay,” You nod, “Any preferences?”

“Anywhere.” 

And so you tell him to keep his eyes peeled open when a sign on the road says there should be a motel in the next couple KM. It doesn’t take too long before you’re pulling into the parking lot of a roadside motel, much of a far-cry from your expensive hotels and luxury living. 

You check in at the front desk with an old man who seems very unhappy with his life, he short of throws the keys your way. 

The room is… surprisingly nice, given the circumstances of the ambience. Only problem is the, although quite large, singular bed. You exchange glances.

“Shit,” Wonwoo curses, “I’m gonna 

“You wanna get hit?” You joke, “He’s minutes away from killing us over this room. We can just share the bed.”

He looks at you with wide eyes. “I’ll sleep in the tub.”

Oh, he certainly seems to hate the idea of sharing a bed with you, huh.

“Nonu, please, it’s late and we’re both tired. It will be just like when we were kids,” You explain, setting aside your stuff.

Wonwoo nods, sitting on the strangely comfortable bed.

“You think they have robes?” You ask, looking around.

“Wouldn’t bet on it.” 

“Oh, I’d kill to get out of this dress,” You whine, running to the bathroom to check for anything you could wear instead of your dress. 

He just bites at his lips, watching you pace from side to side in that tiny bedroom. 

That’s when you remember your forgotten shopping bags sitting in the trunk! Your compulsive shopping habits just saved you from a very uncomfortable night’s sleep, how convenient!

“I think I have some clothes in my car,” You announce, grabbing the keys and heading toward the door.

“Wait, you’re going by yourself? let me go with you.”

“I don’t wanna lock the door, though,” You whine.

He sighs, “Stay here, I’ll go.” 

You jump, “Thank you, Nonu!”

While Wonwoo rummages through your trunk and pulls out the surprising large amount of shopping bags, you shed off your clothes and head toward the bathroom, dying to get some hot water on your body, put on your new PJs and doze off. 

When he returns however, he is greeted by a sight any other man would die to see. You’ve left a trail of clothes from the bed toward the bathroom door. Starting on your pretty dress, splayed out over tiled-floor, and then your tights and then your underwear, matching, too— 

He clears his throat. “I’m back!” 

But you probably don’t hear him through the running shower, so he just sets down the bags and avoid the sight of your clothes. He decides to turn on the tiny TV and browse through any late night re-runs. You take only a couple of minutes in your shower.

“Nonu?” You ask from the bathroom.

“Yeah?” He turns down the TV.

“Did you find the clothes?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you bring me something to wear?” Wonwoo gulps. 

“Uh— Which one?”

“There should be a light blue bag and a pink one.” 

“Okay—“ He stands up and searches for the aforementioned colours. 

Wonwoo heads to the bathroom door and leans against the wall, facing away from the door. He knocks once. You open the door and shove your arm through, reaching for the bags.

“Thank youu!” 

He returns to the boring TV. Though all he could think about was the sight of your wet supple skin, knowing you were bare with only a thin sheet of plywood separating you. 

You leave the bathroom smelling of cheap soap and fresh into your brand new nightgown. It is tentatively short with an almost see-through round of lace over the hems. In your defence, you weren’t planning on showing this nightgown to anyone anytime soon. 

Sitting on the bed, you look around the room, not noticing how Wonwoo’s eyes don’t really meet yours or how red his ears seem to burn.

“Aren’t you gonna shower?” You ask.

“Feels a bit redundant to shower and get back into my dirty clothes.” 

“I think I might have something for you, if you don’t want to sleep in a suit,” You pry.

Wonwoo raises an eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

“But you can’t judge! I bought this for my dad because you know he deals very poorly with the heat— And he never buys himself anything!” You’re explaining yourself in advance because you remember very well what you bought.

Silky boxer shorts and a tank top, which your father loved to sleep in on stuffy summer nights but you doubted would be Wonwoo’s first choice of wear, ever.

He haggles with his own mind; give into the silky boxer shorts or sleep in the most uncomfortable outfit ever. With a tired sigh, Wonwoo accepts his fate and grabs the bag. 

You smile as he stomps toward the bathroom with a defeated frown.

By the time he returns, you’ve cleaned up your trail of clothes and made yourself very comfortable in the bed. You turn your head to face him.

God, he could make a potato sack look good. 

“How’s the fit?” You pull your eyes away before you look for too long. 

Wonwoo shrugs, “I’ve had worse.”

You laugh.

He coyly joins you in bed, keeping a large gap between your bodies, settling on top of the covers while you’re under their warmth. 

“Ain’t you cold?” You ask, fidgeting with the TV remote. 

Wonwoo shakes his head, leaning back into the headboard. With a pout, you cross the figurative bridge between the two of you and reach for him. He doesn’t shy away from your touch but it visibly confused.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, hands hovering in the air, far away from your exposed back.

“I’m sorry your birthday party sucked,” You murmur against his chest, Wonwoo smiles softly, letting his hands rest on you.

“It didn’t suck in its entirety,” he says, palms slightly tapping at your back, “it was fun running away with you.”

You giggle at his comment, heart fluttering at its meaning, “What are we going to do? About the engagement, I mean…”

“We?” He raises an eyebrow.

You pull away from him.

“Well— You dragged me into this!” You slap at his chest and he lets out a boisterous laugh that almost manages to pull the corners of your from into a smile.

“I know, I’m taking the piss out of you,” He extends his arms, pulling you back to your previous position, resuming the soft caresses he leaves on your arms. “I don’t know— This is the first time I’ve ever gone against my father.”

You sigh. “Don’t you wanna marry Suzy?”

There’s a pause and oh, you’re begging, wishing to hear the words you want most.

“Fuck no!” Wonwoo exclaims and you fail to hide your excitement.

“She is pretty,” You throw the bait, to pry at his true feelings.

“So is your sister, should I just marry any pretty girl?”

You raise from your position, eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. Wonwoo looks at you, completely clueless to his words and its consequences.

“What the hell?!” 

“What?” 

Kicking off the covers in a flurry, you kneel on the bed, staring at him dead in the eyes.  “You have the hots for my sister!”

It’s Wonwoo’s turn to get angry, “What?! No— You’re twisting my words—“

“I’m twisting your words?! You just said you think my sister is pretty!” 

“Because she is!”

You jaw drops, you can’t believe he is doubling down. “Wow,” you shake your head. 

“What’s wrong with saying that?”

You shrug, turning away from him and crossing your arms. “I don’t know, why don’t you just go an marry my sister, then.”

Only then, does this thick-headed man you love so much realise he has been complimenting other girls without so much as telling you a single nice word — the bare minimum. He sighs and offers you a soft smile, shifting in the bed until he is near you again.

“I don’t want to marry your sister. I think she is pretty, but she’s not the prettiest sister, you are.” He waits for your reaction.

Hook, line and sinker. 

You turn around immediately, a hint of smile playing in your pretty lips. 

That’s enough for him to break into a wide smile, opening his arms to welcome you back into his warmth. You crash into his chest, wrapping yourself around his torso. 

He groans, falling back into the mattress but not letting go of you.

Minutes pass before you speak again. “It’s past midnight…” You whisper.

“It’s well past midnight… Why?”

You shift upwards until your faces are only inches apart, breath tickling his lips, your beautiful eyes gleaming under dim motel lighting. “Happy birthday,” You whisper between smiles, “Make a wish.” 

Wonwoo breathes in, eyes scanning your face, “There’s one thing I want…” 

“What is it?” 

If he said it out loud, he might’ve lost all courage to do so. 

So he just does it, Wonwoo leans forward until his lips meet yours in a chaste kiss. 

It probably lasted a couple of seconds, but those seconds felt like a lifetime when you were finally kissing the man you’ve loved for god knows how long. There’s a spark of electricity that burns bright from the moment your lips touch and travels through your body, blood boiling in excitement, shyness, and pure love. 

When the kiss ends, Wonwoo studies your face, watching for any sign of discomfort. Which is even more worrying when you’re standing there, froze solid with an empty stare.

But thankfully, before he can say anything, you throw caution into the wind. 

You pull him into a kiss. Throwing every sense of morale and shame you had out the damn window. He was a man sworn to another, for Pete's sake! But here you here, crashing your lips into his perfect, soft ones. 

Wonwoo lets out a quiet groan, almost inaudible, but you hear it, oh yes, you do. And it runs straight through your chest and down to your core. 

Although the sensible, rational part of your brain tells you to quit kissing him at once and just apologise, the other 99% of your brain, who’s been in love with him since forever, wants nothing of the sort. And you might have listened to the not-so-rational part of you, because you just deepened the kiss, shifting your weight until you’re partially on top of him.

Your lips move against him, shyly exploring this kiss, engraving every moment into your memory. 

Yet he reciprocates. His warm hands finds your waist, holding you flush against his torso, heartbeats thumping completely in-sync. You wrap your arms around his neck and he takes the chance to pull you deeper into those dangerous lips of his. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, licking and twirling against yours, hot and eager. 

He dips his head, one hand reaches to tangle into your hair and manoeuvre you around, allowing himself complete freedom to explore every bit of your mouth. 

Wonwoo kisses like no other. Not that you had too much of a repertoire to compare him to. 

But he consumes your lips with an unbound hunger, nothing similar to the calm and collected Wonwoo you knew, no. He’s hungry, messy, and very clumsy, clashing teeth one too many times, letting saliva drip down your chins and struggling to move with you on top of him.

When you part the kiss, you lay there breathless, gazing into his ridiculously beautiful beady eyes and long eyelashes, his handsome sharp nose and the most kissable lips you’ll ever see.

 It was breathtaking, mind-blowing and nothing like you’ve ever felt before. Your heart beats so fast you feel as if you might pass out at any moment but you’d die before you give up experiencing that again.

“What was that?” He whispers and his breath tickle your kiss-swollen lips. 

“Your birthday gift,” You bite at your lower lip. “Did you like it?”

Wonwoo smiles, breathless and half-lidded and your heart damn near bursts. “I did. Did you?”

You nod.

He nods. “Wanna do it again?”

You nod and he gives you that stupidly handsome smile of his.

And once again, you’re attached at the lips. This once, nothing like before, which you though impossible. It’s so much more desperate and it burns, it boils your blood in absolute desire. It leaves you light-headed, it wipes away your cognitive thoughts and leaves behind a foggy cloud of barely strung-together words that only translate into wanting more. More of him. 

You sigh into the kiss and he drinks it all up, he consumes everything you give him with erratic hands and eager tongue. 

Wonwoo leaves your lips and you whine with a breathless sigh of his name, almost chipping at any resolve he had left. But he nips at your neck nonetheless, warm, wet tongue trailing along your skin, making you twitch in his arms with the most delectable little ‘yips’ of surprise. 

He bites, feral and determined; determined to make his claim, to leave behind his mark on your body, to indulge in carnal pleasure without a prospect of tomorrow, letting everything else be a construct beyond these motel walls, away from where you laid. Away from this reality where he had you in his hands and you moaned his name with a soft smile.

Practically tearing your nightgown, he pulls the silky fabric just enough until your tits spill out of its confine. Wonwoo sighs at the sight, fingers trailing the contour of your boobs, raising goosebumps along sensitive skin. His eyes are burning in adoration, the most depraved glaze of hunger hidden behind sheer excitement. 

He dives in, hands kneading at the flesh, squishing soft skin. 

Slender fingers caress your aereolas, running fingernails along your nipples in curiosity, watching you squirm and bite at your lips as your nipples begin to perk up. 

And when you thought he was done, Wonwoo attaches his mouth to your nipple, sloppily running his tongue around it before he sucks. He makes sure to let his teeth graze, just to watch you jump.

All while his other hand makes work of your unattended boob, your attention is so thinly divided between his teasing fingers and his hot tongue and the sweetest, most satisfied groans that erupt from his throat. 

Your face burns and you bite at the back of your hand, shoving down every stubborn moan that tries to make it past; but he won’t have that, no. Wonwoo reaches for your arms, pinning them above your head without so much as pulling away from your tits. 

Mindlessly, you’ve been rocking back and forth against him, chasing a gut feeling you’re unsure of but desire more than anything ever. And without realising, you’ve been teasing him just as much as he has you, which is clear by the volume contained by his shorts. 

He wishes he could ravish your breasts all night, but any more of your squirming and he will come undone without so much as a touch from you. 

Wonwoo pulls away, hands once against finding your waist as he pulls you back to his chest.

“You know what comes next, don’t you?” He whispers against your lips, half-lidded, lust-filled eyes gazing so deep into your own. 

“I— I’ve never done it before,” You confess.

And something stirs within him, to know he is your first, the first and only man to every touch you this way, to trace his lips over your gorgeous body, to settle inside of you. 

Wonwoo smiles and kisses your nose, “I don’t care… But only if you don’t care that I haven’t either.”

You’re surprised, to say the least. 

Kissing in between smiles, you raise to your knees, letting him tug at the hem of shorts just enough to free his cock. 

It’s nothing like you’ve seen before and unlike the illustrations you remember from school. It’s red and veiny and it glistens with pre-cum under the dim lighting.

But it’s a part of him and you can’t help that your belly stirs at the sight of him stroking himself. 

When you reach for the hem of your nightgown, his hands stop you.

“Keep it on—“ He whispers.

“Why?”

“We’ve got all night to take it off,” He runs his tongue through his top teeth with a side smirk and you almost smack him up the head for being such a little shit.

As he asked so kindly, you bunch up your nightgown around your waist, hips circling around his warmth, meanwhile he’s playing with the flesh of your love handles, kneading and running his fingers over your skin. 

“Ready?”

You nod. He raises your hips and lets you control the pace, you feed in his cock, centimetre by centimetre, feeling it’s girth tear at your walls with an unimaginable sting, it burns hot and heavy in your hands.  

Crashing onto his chest, you cry out a pained yelp.

Wonwoo run his fingers over your back, kissing the top of your head, his eyebrows are bunched up, face painted with worry.  “We can stop— Let’s stop—“

“No!” you raise your head and he can see the tiny droplets bundling around your eyelashes, “Just gimme a minute!”

So you sit there, his cock half-in, pulsing angry red and throbbing under the  tease of warmth and tightness. Especially when you look so breathtakingly gorgeous, he gulps, leaning back against the headboard, urging his mind to be strong. 

It takes you minutes to get used to it, to slowly let the size settle until your muscles are well and accustomed to it and then you start it all over again, feeding the remaining inches until he’s bottomed out. 

And oh heavens, how utterly full and hot you felt. Despite the stinging pain, part of you wants to chase the pleasure, clenching in sheer hunger. 

Wonwoo stares up at you, looking for any signs of discomfort but he is met with the most enticing, beautiful, and tempting creature he’s ever laid his eyes upon. Your eyes are glassy with tears, but you’ve got a determined look on your face with a hint of a smirk that sends shivers down his spine and up his cock. 

“Shit,” He curses out with a smile, leaning back and rutting into your hips only to watch your eyebrows furrow and your mouth gape, a moan threatening to escape. “Ready to move, pretty girl?”

You breathe out, “Yeah.”

Steadying yourself against his chest, you raise your hips, feeling his absence leave you upsettingly empty until you let your body crash back down, his cock impaling you with its warmth once again. You rock against him, shallowly, though the motion is unbearably teasing, even for you. 

Wonwoo lets out an obscene, strained moan, fingernails digging into your waist, but you’re too focused on rocking your hips to notice. How he wants nothing but to piston his hips into your pussy like there is no tomorrow, he relishes in the feeling of your warmth, tight and gummy around his throbbing member. 

And he finds you might be just as insatiable as he is, especially when you’ve found yourself a steady pace, bouncing up and down, and his name pours out of your lips in such a beautiful manner. Though he can’t just let you have all the control, can he?

“Oh—“ You yip, “Feels so— Good—“ Still unsure of your thought, you explore the feeling, rolling your hips, feeling him stretch your wider, fill your insides and leave you full like you’ve never felt before. 

His hips meet yours half way, chasing your cunt every time you leave and pounding into you when you come back down, filling the room with guttural groans and the lewd sound of skin against skin. 

You run your fingers under his shirt, feeling bare, warm skin, the softness of his flesh against your hands, the definition of his pecs and the way his nipples peek through the fabric. Wonwoo groans at the way your manicured nails scratch at his chest, gathering momentum as you bounce yourself on top of him. 

He notices you’ve started moving faster, practically fucking yourself stupid on his cock and he would tease you halfway through tomorrow if he didn’t find himself in such a similar predicament. His pupils are blown wide, eyebrows furrowed across his brow, pretty lips hanging agape. You’re so utterly perfect and you were all his. 

“Tell me how you feel, baby,” He whispers, slowing down for a second. 

You sigh, nuzzling against his neck, “So good— I can’t even describe it—“ Your words are so airy and mindless, you’ve been consumed by the pleasure he gives you.

He catches the sight of the white rim that pools around his member, a mix of your juices, but it’s gone, sheathed inside you before he can admire it. There’s a poisoning thought that flashes in his mind, a fleeting, tempting picture. Of planting his seed in your womb, watching your grow full with child, his child. How absolutely breathtaking you would look, round cheeks and gorgeous smile, pretty fingers caressing your bump. And he would taint your taut stomach with his cum, watching it drip over your skin.

Wonwoo bites his lips so hard it breaks skin, throwing his head back, willing his mind somewhere else, anything else lest he come undone right then and there. 

Stomach tingling with indescribable pleasure, you lean forward, moaning incessantly, unable to contain your ecstasy. He supports your body, wrapping strong arms around your torso, firm hands planted on your hips, taking over the moving so you can lay still and let the buzz consume your body with its electric touch.

It’s a feeling you’ve never felt before, and it crashes over your body in a colossal wave, building up from the pit of your stomach; sending tingles rushing through your boiling blood. 

You raise your head, eyes meeting his and it seems he is familiar with this pleasure. His left hand meets your face, caressing your cheek, yet holding you still so he can gaze, he can watch you come undone around him. 

Wonwoo watches, unblinking, how your eyebrows furry, your eyes are glossy with tears that cling to your pretty lashes, your lips sit in an enticing pout. Yet you part them, letting out increasingly louder cries of his name. 

And you clench around him like there is no tomorrow, egging him on. He thrusts up into you, riding out your orgasm and chasing his over the edge. 

He crashes his lips into yours, savouring your hazy kiss, your tired sighs and it doesn’t take long before he’s spurting hot white strings into you, it trickles down him and stains the silk fabric of his boxers. 

Soon, he stills all movement except for heavy breathing and the soothing circles he runs over your exposed back. 

He kisses your hair. “How do you feel?”

“Good,” You breathe out, “Tired. But good.” 

His chest shakes with a soft chuckle, he runs slender fingers along your hairline, fixing any hairs that cling to sweaty skin. “Me too.” 

“It felt amazing,” You smile, raising your head to face him. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”

Wonwoo hums. 

“I’m glad it was you, Nonu,” You hid your face against his neck in embarrassment at your own mushy words, but Wonwoo feels their extent, hiding the blush of his cheeks. 

It doesn’t take long before the post-orgasm haze lulls you into sleep. 

And you slept like never before. 

The following morning, Wonwoo wakes up to an empty bed. He panics for a second or two, scrambling to look for your belongings, only to find everything is still there.

Calm, he washes himself up and gets dressed to leave. Finally having a moment to digest the previous night’s events. 

He had made up his mind, he would confront his father. His future was his to decide on. 

Looking for you, Wonwoo reaches the foyer, only to see you leaning against the wall, attached to the payphone. When your eyes meet his, you immediately say your goodbyes, ending the call.

“Who did you call?” Wonwoo crosses his strong arms against his chest and you try to ignore the sight of his muscly forearms peeking from the folded sleeves.

You don’t like his tone. “Seokmin.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Why did you call him?”

“I promised I would,” You shrug. 

Wonwoo can’t believe you would call Seokmin out of everyone, especially after you were glued to him last night at the party. “Why him?”

“He’s worried about you, you stupid— Stupid—“ You choke out on any mean names, simply stomping away from him. 

Why was Wonwoo being so mean so early in the morning? You thought after the amazing night you spent together things would change between you.   Stomping your way back to your room, you grumble under your breath.

While you’re folding your clothes, Wonwoo comes back. 

“I’ll talk to my father,” He announces. 

Before you can say anything about that, he continues. “We’ll get married— You and I, I mean— ” He clears his throat, “Will you marry me?”

Like a deer in headlights, you’re frozen, staring at him big-eyed with a dopey smile on your lips. 

“You’ll marry me?” You question, just in case you’ve tricked yourself into hearing the words you’ve wanted most. 

“Yes. And I— I’ll take full responsibility—“

You smile crashes into the ground. “You want to marry me out of… Responsibility?!” The words choke you on their way out. 

Wonwoo furrows his eyebrows, not understanding why you would be upset. “Do you not want to?”

“No, I don’t want to fucking marry you!” Not like that.

His face falls and he assumes a much scarier look on his face. “What would you rather marry Seokmin, then?”

And in your fury, you blurt out “Yes! Yes, I would rather marry him!”

You realise your rejection hurt him, you do. But you’re so blindsided by your anger you can’t bring yourself to care, not when he sees you as a responsibility. 

Wonwoo is suddenly not so angry, but indifferent. You watch his expression go away, replaced by one much scarier, in your opinion; nothing. A plain poker face. 

“Gather your things and go to the car.”

It’s all he says before he leaves the room. 

The ride back is the most nerve-racking hours you’ve ever experienced. Wonwoo is silent, even you huff and puff under your breath, angrily chewing on your breakfast of vending machine snacks. 

Though he says one phrase as you reach the city. “Leave me here.” 

And that’s the last you saw of him for over a month. 

Your previous anger dries up, turning into sadness. Then you’re furious. And heartbroken until you’ve accepted your reality. You’ve ruined your friendship and lost the love of your life.

It takes your sister plucking you out of bed for you to finally leave your bedroom in weeks. 

She was the first and only person you’ve told about the night spent with Wonwoo. Your parents were absolutely furious that you’d do something so dangerous, though relieved at your safety, they weren’t easy on their words. 

“He’s not doing well, you know,” You sister says. 

You humph. 

“I’m serious. Daddy said he’s clumsy, keeps messing up his work. I think you should go and see him.”

Closing your eyes, you let out a worrisome sigh. You still cared way too much to hear those news and not do something about it. 

So you dress up in whatever you can find and drive to his shop, building up a speech on your way there and practising every scenario. You just hoped everything could go back to the way it was. 

He’s working on an old model, hunched over the hood in his light blue coveralls, stains of grease from head to toe. 

“Knock knock,” You announced your presence, fidgeting with the hem of your dress, looking forward to meeting his eyes as much as you dread to. 

Wonwoo immediately recognises your voice, turning around to meet your eyes. 

And he looks just as wrecked as you felt. Deep-set eye bags and a tired gaze. Yet he still smiles just as handsomely. 

“Hey,” He greets. 

“Busy?”

“No! No,” Wonwoo scrambles, placing the wrench down removing his gloves. 

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah, I actually— I wanted to talk to you, too.”

It’s somewhat relieving as well at it’s worrying to hear him say that, it could be an apology as well as an insult or something of the sort. 

“We should— We should go to my office, someone might come in—“

“Yeah— We should.” You nod.

You walk into his office, one you’ve visited and killed time in quite often. But coming here after everything feels so crushing, all this distance between you. 

“Go ahead—“

“You first—“

You both say at the same time and that seems to ease the stubborn awkwardness pooling in the air. You laugh. 

“How about we say it together?” 

“On 3?”

“1”

“2”

“3”

Breathing in, you say the words that come to your mind from the bottom of your heart. 

“I want to marry you.”

“I love you.”

“What?!” 

“What?!” Once again, you both say it at the same time.

“You want to marry me?” He breaks into a wide smile.

“And you love me?” The words feel so alien to you, you can barely believe your ears, you feel the tips of your fingers shake in excitement, your heart pounds so strongly against your rib cage you can almost hear the thumping.

Jeon Wonwoo just said he loves you.

“I— Are you sure you want to marry me? You said you didn’t want to!”

“Yes. Well— I’ve loved you since forever! So when you said you wanted to marry me just out of responsibility— I was heartbroken! It’s like you were forced into doing it!”

“I didn’t want to marry you out of responsibility! I’ve been planning to marry you since the beginning—“

You choke, “You what?!”

Wonwoo sighs, “I never wanted to marry your sister and she was well aware of that… We were blessed that she found her husband and when everything went well, I thought— I hoped that it’d mean we’d be the ones to be wed.”

Processing every word, you almost feel dizzy. “But you said you’d take responsibility!” 

“For roping you into running away from my party.” 

“Oh.” You’re beyond embarrassed for assuming and above all, for getting so angry you didn’t even let him explain himself. 

“I should’ve been clearer,” He admits.

“No— I should’ve talked to you.”

Wonwoo smiles. “Thank you.”

With tiny tears threatening to fall, you can only confirm what you want to know the most. 

“You love me?”

“Always,” He smiles.

Wonwoo seems to remember something, he raises his finger in a “wait” motion and leans over his desk, reaching for the top drawer. It’s only when you catch a peek of the velvet box that you almost keel over.

Gulping, he gathers his courage.

In his grease-stained coveralls that smells of expensive cologne and lavender cleaning supplies, Jeon Wonwoo gets down on one knee, nervously looking up at your with his stupidly gorgeous beady eyes and an expectant smile.

“Will you marry me?”

And in your least presentable dress, the one he’d ruined with grease stains and an unruly hairdo, you respond with the biggest smile:

“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Had you been questioned, there would be an answer to just how long you will love Jeon Wonwoo.

You’ll love him forever. 

[22ayla19]

Jiyan x Pregnant! reader

As the wife of a general, you rarely saw your husband at home, but even so, in those rare moments when you spend time together, you try to enjoy so as not to forget them. After all, no one knows whether tomorrow or the day after tomorrow your husband will be alive.

Once again you accompany your husband to the gate and sadly look back at his departing figure. The next time you see him, you're not sure. Maybe in a month, maybe in two or three. No matter how many months pass, you will still be waiting for Jiyan.

However, a week after your husband left, you began to feel sick in the morning. Without being stupid and remembering that about a week ago you had sex with Jiyan, this could mean that you are pregnant. Of course, you bought a pregnancy test and checked your guesses, which in the end turned out to be correct.

Not knowing what to do in such a situation, you went to the hospital where your mother-in-law works. She, as a doctor and as a woman who has gone through pregnancy, will be able to tell you what to do, because in the early stages there is a possibility of miscarriage, and given your position as the wife of a general, who often puts her life on the line on the battlefield, there may be a high probability of miscarriage. How are you worried about him?

- Hello, mom. How are you doing? - you asked after knocking in your mother-in-law’s office. You didn’t even call her mother-in-law or her name, because she became a real mother to you. You grew up without a mother who died during childbirth. She was in the care of her father. You didn’t complain about life, because others could have had it worse, but your father didn’t stay with you for long, he died a couple of years ago. And when you first met Jiyan’s mother, you cried because of how much you missed your mother. The woman warmed to you and accepted you as her daughter.

- (Y/N), dear! Come in, come in! I haven’t seen you like that for a long time,- the woman hugged you, to which you happily responded.

- Sorry for not visiting, it’s work,- you answered the woman guiltily.

- Don’t worry, you have your own life, that’s why it’s understandable that you’re busy, sit down.

After chatting a bit about Jiyan's return and the latest news, you gathered your strength to share the good news.

- Mom, I really came to you with good news, - rummaging in your bag, you pulled out a pregnancy test and handed it to your mother-in-law. At first the woman did not understand why you wanted to please her. Taking the pregnancy test into her own hands, the woman’s smile became even wider.

- Will I become a grandmother? - the mother-in-law asked, not believing the test.

- You will become a grandmother, - you answered calmly, but just as happily.

- My congratulations, dear! How happy I am for you! Does Jiyan even know?

- No, I just found out that I’m pregnant a couple of days ago, and he’s been gone for almost two weeks, - you explained. You were already about to say something, like advice for pregnant women, when your father-in-law came into the office.

- Why are you happy here without me? Did something good happen? - asked the man.

- Rejoice, old brat. You will become a grandfather! - the wife shouted joyfully.

- Come on! (Y/N), dear, are you really pregnant? - The man asked you, not believing his wife’s words.

- Yes, father. I am pregnant.

The man smiled with all his teeth and joyfully said that now his colleagues would envy him that he became a grandfather before them. We laughed a lot at the man’s words, but the uncertainty immediately disappeared when we saw their loving glances.

Over the next months, while Jiyan was away, his parents helped you in any way they could. The main thing was that they supported you morally, because you were still worried about your husband. Another point where they helped you was with a medical examination, you underwent it on their advice once or twice a month. You decided not to find out the sex of the child ahead of time, let it be a surprise for everyone, no matter who it is, a boy or a girl.

Soon it was announced that the general would return, which means he will soon find out that he will become a father. The belly has already become more noticeable, although this is not surprising considering that I am already 4 months pregnant.

It was evening outside, you were in the living room with your mother-in-law and were talking about different topics. She often came and helped around the house more than once, saying: “You’re in a position, so it’s better to rest and walk more. I’ll cook you delicious, but healthy food at the same time.”

While you were chatting, the front door opened.

- I’ll go check who’s there, - said the future grandmother.

You remained in the living room, sitting on the sofa. Expecting to hear at least some voices, but somehow everything was suspiciously quiet.

Meanwhile, in the corridor, the woman met her son, who had returned from the border zone. Jiyan wanted to ask what his mother was doing in his house, but she told him to remain silent and quietly, so that you wouldn’t hear, told him to go to the living room, where you had prepared a surprise for him.

Jiyan was confused, what have you prepared that even his mother is participating in your idea? Quietly entering the living room, he greeted you, thereby frightening you.

- I’m sorry, dear, that I scared you, - the general said guiltily.

- It’s okay, I’m glad you returned safe and sound,- you replied. Jiyan didn’t immediately realize that you were pregnant, because you covered your stomach with a blanket.

- Mom, she said that you had prepared a surprise for me. Curious to know what it is?

- Well, the surprise itself is not ready yet. It will be ready only after another 5 months, - you answered your husband with a mischievous smile.

- That is?

You didn’t leave your husband thinking for long and took off the blanket. Jiyan's eyes widened in surprise. He remembered leaving and leaving you for a couple of months, but he didn’t know you were pregnant.

-Are you pregnant? - A lot of emotions were reflected on the general’s face. And joy, and fear, and surprise. He did not expect that he would soon become a father, he was very happy to realize this, but with this comes fear. Fear of losing you and your unborn child.

- Yes darling. I am pregnant.

These words echoed in his mind. He cried, cried with happiness.

- Darling, you can’t imagine how happy I am. You made me the happiest person in the world, - hugging you and also crying, he thanked you for such wonderful news.

Maybe someday he will have to die on the battlefield, but until then, he will fight. To fight so that I can return home to Jinzhou and see you and your baby growing up every day.

[sugusearrings]

( ‘ better .’ ) You keep my hand around your neck, we connect, are you feeling it now? Cause I am. You keep my hand around your neck, we connect, are you feeling it now? I got so high the other night, I swear to God, felt my feet lift the ground. I got so high the other night, I swear to God, felt my feet lift the ground. Oh yeah, Your back against the wall This is all you’ve been talking about In my ears Nothing feels better than this.

— summary: gojo satoru is living a life nobody knows about. not even his two bestfriends. he wants you (fem!reader) all to himself. — genre: super fluff but the end :( — playing: better by khalid — note(s): this song reminds me of gojo so much just being happy and living his life. daddy gojo needs a happy ending and come home already! 😭 but i'm so so sorry for the end please forgive me. very brief mention of smut though. might be some spelling errors, kind of tired and lazy to do rn sorry. — word count: 3k

Satoru Gojo is the strongest sorcerer alive.

He is the honored one.

He is gifted with the Six eyes.

And he is one cocky motherfucker. He always knew about the power he contained which did give him an ego boost. Nobody can tell him otherwise, he is the strongest and honored one.

Many would wonder who would put up with Satoru and his egoistic attitude? Underneath it he is very caring of everyone and he can be funny too. Sometimes. Or at least Shoko and Suguru would say. But they did enjoy their snowy color hair friend and of course he loved his two closest friends.

It was just another day of Gojo bragging how he conquered today’s mission. Shoko was texting on her phone while Suguru was ordering a coffee at the cafe they stopped at because Gojo was whining and pleading to go there since last week. Gojo stopped rambling as his perfect shade of blue eyes looked through the glass of the treats they had on display. Suguru noticed his friend eyeing all the sweets. He knew where this was going.

“Are you really going to waste money on all those sweets, Satoru?” Suguru asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Gojo looked over at the raven hair boy and grinned. It was like he read his mind.

“And why wouldn’t I? Shouldn’t the strongest get a reward?”

That’s when he heard it. He heard a gentle giggle coming from inside. The cafe was small so it didn’t take long for Gojo to see you with your group of friends. He saw the group wearing the same school uniform so it was obvious you all went together. He wasn’t sure if you were giggling at him or with your friends.

But it caught his attention.

He was so caught up staring at you he didn’t even hear the cashier trying to get his attention so they could take his order. He waved them off before making his way over to you.

“That was bold of him.”

Shoko said, reaching to grab Suguru’s coffee for a sip. Suguru nodded. He was taken aback by Gojo's sudden action. His dark hues watched as his best friend brought a chair to sit at your table to talk to you. He noticed the faint blush on your cheeks as you laughed at one of his corny jokes.

“Very bold.” Suguru smiled at Satoru coming back towards them with a cheesy grin on his face.

“Not only am I the strongest and honored one, I am the most handsome.” He announced proudly.

“Is that so Satoru?” He chuckled while taking his coffee back from Shoko. Gojo nodded, getting back on line.

“Very much so, Sugu!”

The two boys looked over seeing you shyly wave at Satoru before leaving the cafe. “She thinks I’m very handsome.” He winked at Suguru then turned to wave goodbye to you.

“She probably said that so you can leave her alone.” Shoko chimed in. Suguru chuckled watching Satoru pout like the brat he is.

“Oh yeah? Then why would she give me this?”

Satoru proudly showed your name on a napkin along with your number. Shoko took it to examine it while Suguru’s bangs draped over her head as he leaned over to read. They were pretty shocked his corny lines actually worked.

“Maybe she’s desperate.” Shoko mumbled. Satoru gasped dramatically, holding his chest with his hand.

“Hey!”

“Name..is very pretty. But she’s definitely a non-sorcerer. Maybe she does actually like you, Toru.” Suguru smiled. Satoru was still pouting, and took out his yellow flip phone. “I’ll text, name right now!”

Satoru grumbled. He glanced over to see his slice of strawberry cake ready to be eaten. He handed the cashier his card and grabbed the bag.

A whole day passed and Satoru received no text back. Of course his friends teased him about how you gave him a fake number. He started to lose some hope. Maybe his friends were right. Maybe you gave him the wrong number just so he can leave you alone. It kind of hurt but he wasn’t going to tell Shoko and Suguru that. He really thought you two hit it off the other day.

Satoru was actually in his dorm just laying on his bed in the dark. He was actually nodding off into a nap when he heard his phone buzz. He groaned quietly, reaching over for it. He assumed it was Suguru texting him to ask where he was. But when he saw an unfamiliar number he furrowed his white brows. He opened the text.

hey satoru. it’s me, name.

He quickly sat up and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes widening and his heartbeat stops. You actually text him.

heyyy name. wat’s up?

Was that too basic? Was that too dry? Shit. Why did he reply so fast?! Now he looks desperate.

Another buzz.

i’m good! srry i didn’t reply yesterday, i got caught up studying and ended up passing out with my book on my chest.

Satoru chuckled lightly, imagining you so tired you slept with the book in hand.

u probably looked so cute like that.

Buzz.

oh please lol

no seriously! but don’t study too hard, don’t want you too tired you’ll forget about lil old me

i’m sure it’ll be hard to forget someone like you, satoru.

He smiled down at his small screen reading over that text.

You confirmed to Gojo that you were a non-sorcerer without even saying it.

You went to regular school and had a pretty normal life. You were raised by a single mother who works in a hospital as a nurse. You had a younger sibling who was in grade school. You hated math but really loved literature. You wanted to be a teacher not so much a nurse because you saw the long hours your mother worked. She didn’t have too much time for you or your sibling so most of the responsibilities were left on you. Your favorite color was blue ( of course he made a joke it was your favorite now because of his eyes - he might be right on that but you didn’t tell him that ). You also had such a sweet tooth.

Gojo decided not to tell his best friends about you replying to him. Maybe it was selfish of him to keep them out of it, but he just didn’t correct them when they asked about you again. Soon it was forgotten and nobody brought you up. Gojo also kept it to himself of his power, him being a sorcerer. He just told you he went to a good private school. Lucky for him, you didn’t ask any follow up questions.

Whenever he had a long mission and it would be hard to text you back, he would just say he was studying for an upcoming exam. You were very understanding because you were going through the same thing. But when Gojo did come home, he would call you.

You two would speak on the phone for hours. He liked the sound of your voice. He liked the silence you two would share on the phone. It could be a whole hour of silence and he was content just hearing you hum a little tune or curse under your breath while you were looking for something you misplaced. Gojo would fall asleep to the sound of your voice late at night. You would tell him goodnight before you went to sleep yourself. Being with you, Satoru was not the strongest.

He was not the honored one

He didn’t need his Six eyes.

He was just Satoru Gojo.

When Gojo didn’t have missions, that’s when you two spent time together. You two would flip a coin to see if you were going to one of his favorite restaurants or one of your favorite museums. The day would always end at the cafe where you two met. You two would share a slice of strawberry cake and each would take a turn eating the strawberry on top. But Satoru would always pretend he would forget whose turn it was and would let you eat it.

When you graduated school, you did invite him to the ceremony. You swore you didn’t see him in the crowd. But he was there, cheering your name so loud it caused you to flush and get a little embarrassed. After the ceremony, Gojo hung out with your family and they adored him. Your sibling thought he was so funny and your mother couldn’t get over how charming he was.

When it was time for him to go, you walked him downstairs. You insist you would walk him to the bus but Gojo rejected the offer. He didn’t want you walking back by yourself.

“Thank you for coming, Satoru. It means so much to me.”

You told him with a smile looking up at him. Gojo felt his throat drying up and his palms becoming sweaty. He bit down his lip feeling his heart race picking up. You noticed he was awfully quiet. You furrowed your brows. “Toru?”

Gojo leaned down to press his lips against yours. You froze up a bit before you could react, Gojo pulled away quickly.

“I-I’m sorry I-I just couldn’t…I-...fuck!” He yelled, grabbing the bridge of his nose dropping his head. You stood frozen not even noticing him having a melt down. When you finally snapped out of it you saw the dark red on his cheeks with a frown. “I-I didn’t mean to cross the boundaries like that honestly, name. I won't ever do it aga –”

You pulled the collar of his jacket down enough so you can kiss him back. His eyes widened behind his sunglasses. He reacted faster than you did, he placed his hand on your cheek and began to kiss you back.

So you two began to date once the summer began. Did much change between you and Gojo? Not really. Your mother and friends were surprised you two just now became a couple. They just assumed you two were already dating.

He was just a lot more affectionate. He would hold your hand anywhere you two went. He would kiss you while waiting to cross the street or hold you from behind. Gojo would take pictures of you or the two of you whenever he could. When he would pick you up he would have a gift or flowers. Most of the time it was both.

He was the perfect boyfriend. Your friends loved him so much he was always invited when you guys would hang out. Even girls night, they would invite Gojo. They love when he would come for karaoke especially.

Gojo liked this life he had on the side and didn’t have to share it with anyone. He wanted to keep you away from that as much as possible. All to himself.

But at the end of the summer, everything changed.

Gojo was late to come over for a date you both planned. He’s never late to anything. He even shows up at least half an hour early. When you were calling and sending texts over and over, you knew something was wrong. So you just waited till it was time to go to sleep.

Late at night you woke up to a pair of cerulean blues staring down at you.

“Gojo?!”

You nearly yelled startled. He hushed you not to wake up your sibling who was sleeping. You sat up and was ready to ask him so many questions. Like how did he get inside of your apartment? Why was he just showing up now? But Gojo fell onto his knees then broke down into sobs. Tears streaming down his now red cheeks. The cry was from heartbreak. You got off the bed to comfort your boyfriend.

That’s when you found out about his best friend, Geto left.

And everything else.

It took a few days for Gojo to explain everything to you. About curses, his mission, his six eyes, his friends, and everything else. It honestly made your head spin. At first you thought he was mad and just making it up. But once he showed you his infinity and tried to get close to him. You physically couldn't. It was like a force field was keeping you two apart. You were dating Satoru Gojo, The strongest sorcerer alive.

The honored one.

Gifted with the Six eyes.

Did that change anything between you two? No.

You just wish he was honest in the beginning but you understood.

It was a lot to tell anyone who wasn’t part of that world.

Gojo barely left your side since his best friend Geto left him after killing the entire village and his parents. He wanted to kill non-sorcerers like you.

“But Toru, Suguru can just come any day now and kill everybody.”

You frowned as you stroked his white hair as his head was laying on your chest. He liked to hear your heartbeat and cuddle into you. He picked up his head with his beautiful blue eyes staring at you.

“You don’t think I can protect you, name?” He asked you. You shook your head sitting up making him sit up.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You might as well have.” He shook his head. You frowned.

“Satoru, it’s kind of scary to hear your friend wants to kill people like me, who aren’t sorcerers.”

“But he won’t!” He raised his voice making you lean back. Gojo grabbed both of your hands and stared into your own eyes.

“I promise to protect you with everything, name. I swear nobody, even Suguru, will never lay a finger let alone breathe the same air as you. I love you so much, name I can’t lose you too. I’ll never let you be in any kind of danger because of me.”

Your face was heating up while you stared at him eyes wide.

“Y-You love me, Satoru?”

Gojo blinked, realizing he confessed his feelings to you just now. He could feel his own cheeks heating up. He let out a chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I guess I got lost in the moment. Just trying to be heroic to my girlfriend.” He laughed nervously. You giggled and placed your hand on his warm dark pink cheek.

“I love you too.”

Gojo gives you his infamous grin before he kisses you passionately. That same night you and Gojo made love for the first time. It was the first time for you both. Gojo could feel himself becoming nervous for the first time in his life. You could tell he was but you reassured him you trusted him. You love him and he loves you. He made sure to be gentle with your body. He would look up at you with his white thick eyelashes fluttering with his blue hues darkening with lust. “Is this okay?” “I’m not hurting you am I?” “You’re doing so good...such a good girl.” “You look so pretty taking me whole like that.”

It took two days for Gojo to finally lose some stamina.

Satoru felt the weight being lifted off his shoulders when he told you the truth. But he still kept you separated from that life. The further you were from it, the easier it would be to protect you. You weren’t mad but some days it was overwhelming seeing him come home with bruises or blood on his clothes.

There were nights you would wait up for him and he wouldn’t come home till the early morning. You did feel helpless you couldn't do more for him but he reassured all he needed was you to be home waiting for him. But you stood by him for all these years. Especially when he brought in two children named Megumi and Tsumiki to live with you both.

After graduating university, you moved in with Satoru. He became a teacher at his old school and you became a teacher in grade school. You grew a bond with Megumi and Tsumiki. Both knew you weren’t a sorcerer but didn’t treat you any different. They both saw you as a mother figure and adored you.

After a long day at work you walked into the cafe where it all started.

Where you met your husband for the first time.

You could still hear his cheerful laugh and his gorgeous smile.

His eyes practically glowing whenever the sunlight would graze against them even with the shades on.

“Welcome! How can I help you?” The cashier asked with a smile. You smiled back already knowing what you wanted to order.

“Hi can I get a strawberry cake,” you started then paused a bit but the cashier was patient, “sorry I kind of got stuck for a second, haha.” you giggled. The cashier nodded and wrote it down on her pad. “Oh also can you write something on it. “It’s a ghoul?” The cashier looked up with a wider smile.

“Because it’s Halloween right?” She giggled. You smiled again.

“Yeah! ” You handed her your card. She gave the card back once she was finished ringing you up.

“I think it’s cute. You’re practically glowing.” She gushed, making you blush a light pink. You walked over to take a seat. You reached into your purse to take out the sonogram you had done earlier before going to work. You smiled warmly seeing your precious baby resting in your belly. You could see the circle they made with the computer with the “IT’S A GIRL”.

You knew your baby was a girl.

Your hand was placed over your slightly swollen belly. Your wedding ring glistening by the light. You checked your phone for the time then you started to look at all the photos you had of Gojo or the both of you. There were some photos of Megumi and Tsumiki. There was a video you took when you told Gojo the news you were pregnant. He nearly broke the ceiling. Literally. You let out a small giggle. You knew he was going to be over the moon finding out about your baby girl.

What you didn’t know was that

Satoru Gojo

The strongest sorcerer alive,

The honored one,

Gifted with the six eyes,

Was being sealed tonight.

[sykostyles]

melodies | 1.2

summary: he's the most powerful & ruthless mafia boss in the city, and she's just a music store owner. but once he hears her singing voice, he wants nothing more than to hear it for the rest of his life..and she's not so sure about that.. he'll do anything to change that. wc: 3.1k

warnings: swearing, harry being insufferable, suggestive content

a/n: hello loves! I am still on vacation but I was able to spend a little time editing this chapter of melodies to get it posted for you! I hope you all enjoy! here comes the DRAMA!!

The box. The infamous box. Its contents?

“Styles, wha–,” you’re speechless. How did he do it? Where did he? “--Is that what i think it is?”

“That depends,” he starts, a shit eating grin on his face, “do you think it’s a custom, handmade replica of the diamond and ruby necklace Julia Roberts wore in Pretty Woman?” He looks at you deviously, “Because that’s what it is.” You just stare at him in shock. “Oh, and it’s all yours.”

“Harry,” you breathe; your voice full of disbelief and amazement.

“You–,” he smiles, “You just called me Harry.” He’s beaming. His whiter than white smile is on full display; pearly whites shining bright enough to blind. He’s happy. Ecstatic.

“You deserved it,” you place a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving a blush on his skin in your wake. “Would you help me put it on, please?” 

“I would be honored,” he takes the necklace from the box. He hooks it together before placing a featherlight kiss where your neck and shoulder meet. The contact makes you shiver with anticipation. “Fits in like it was made just for you,” he smiles against your skin, his hands finding your hips, pulling you back into him as he speaks.

Turning in his hold, you place a kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Sty–Harry. It’s beautiful,”

“You make it beautiful,” he comments, giving you another kiss before he opens your car door. Harry helps you in, holding your hand as you sit down, minding the train on your dress.

“So, where are we going all dressed up?” you ask, as he takes his seat in the car.

“Ah, that would spoil the other surprise,” he grins from the driver's seat, one hand on the steering wheel and the other is planted on your thigh. 

You huff in response.

“Alright, brat,” he laughs, “It’s a business dinner, and some.. Live entertainment to follow.”

“Styles..”

“What happened to Harry?”

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

“Depends,” he chuckles.

“Am I getting my Pretty Woman moment?” The hopeful glint in your voice makes him feel a sense of pride.

“For the record, you don’t need the dress and the whole shebang to have a Pretty Woman moment,” he looks over to you, your excited eyes look back in awe of the man next to you. He really is determined to give you everything you want in order to make you his. The amount of thought he’s put into everything really shows you how much he listens to everything you say, and it makes you feel things you can’t explain. 

“You're in love with him, stupid,” Ellie's voice rings in your head. Shut. Up.

“You don't need all these sweet words and grand gestures to get what you want out of me either,” you say, placing your hand atop his on your thigh.

“I know, but I thoroughly enjoy seeing that smile of yours.”

Arriving at the dinner, Harry opens your door as you’re met with flashing cameras. He’d warned you that there would be paparazzi here but you weren’t anticipating this level of insanity. But you probably should have, knowing Harry’s status.

He stops for a few photos, requesting you stand with him for all of them. Harry didn’t want you out of his sight. The paps shout questions of your identity, where you met, how long you’d been together, if you were pregnant, that one made you laugh, you had to admit. But the attention being on you was never what you wanted. It's why you never pursued the stage. It didn’t comfort you like it did your mother. The stage terrified you.

Making your way inside, there’s a sea of people dressed to the nines as they make pointless conversation amongst themselves. They all seem super interested in each other but you know better. Harry had warned you ahead of time that these people don’t actually care about anything going on, it’s all for show. Who can donate the most money while keeping up appearances. Tonight was about the benefit of the city, meaning whoever donated the most money basically had the mayor at their mercy. Harry had been the highest donor for the last decade. Not to say others hadn’t attempted to take the spot from him. But he could always handle it. Tonight was about celebrating Harry. Most people were unhappy with a Yakuza having the upper hand in the city, but knowing if they said anything the funding would immediately stop.

“Harry,” you mutter, eyes roaming the room before you.

“Hm?” his eyes follow yours, immediately understanding your apprehensive state.

“This is.. A lot of people.” your fingers clutch the sleeve of his jacket, holding his arm as close as possible.

“I’m here with you, Birdie,” he whispers in your ear, placing a soft kiss on the shell. “Just focus on me, yeah?”

You nod once, not letting up on your grip on his jacket as he led you further into the room, heading for your reserved table. Harry pulls your chair out, then takes his seat next to you. 

A little into the evening, a tall man with blonde hair approaches your table, a curt smile on his face as he speaks. 

“Evening, Harry. Who is this lovely specimen?” He asks.

“Jones,” He grumbles in response. “This is Y/N.”

Harry offers the man no other explanation in return. You can feel the shift in the air. So this was Jones. He’d left before you’d arrived the last time his name was mentioned. He’d intrigued you for sure, not many people could sour Harry’s mood that easily just by being present.

“Hello, sir, lovely to meet you,” you extend a gloved hand to the man standing near the table, “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N what a lovely name, I’m Scott Jones,” he takes your hand in his, offering you a kiss on the back of your hand. “Tell me, just what is a beauty like you doing with a man like Harry?”

“She likes being with...the strongest,” Harry answers for you, standing from his seat. “Now if you’ll excuse us,” he holds his hand out for you to grab, “Dance with me?” he asks, diverting his full attention to you.

“Of course,” in your typical fashion, you still address Jones as you’re pulled away. “It was nice meeting you,” you say, offering him a sweet smile; a silent apology. Harry leads you to the dancefloor, placing the palm of one hand into the small of your back while holding the other one up for you to grab. lacing your fingers together, he begins to sway. 

Harry spreads his fingers out across the surface of your lower back; each touch leaving a trail of heat.

 “So that was Jones?”

“Mhm,” he hums. “He has some nerve..” 

“Hey,” you reach up, tilting his gaze down to you, “Just focus on me, yeah?” you mirror his earlier words back to him. His smile grows, but his worry does as well. Now Nanami knows Harry has a weakness, and that weaknesses name. But he knows he can protect you. As much as you’ll let him anyway.

“How could I focus on anything else?” his gaze bores into yours, a sense of total adoration washes over you as you look into those crystalline emerald eyes. You could see the whole future in them. Tables adorned with navy, black and gold. Roses fill your hands as you’re led down a petal covered aisle, looking ahead to Harry at the end. I do’s and kisses are swapped. Hands exploring dips and curves. Slow, languid movements filling you to the brim. Sweet nothings whispered against sweat slicked skin. Small patters of tiny feet across tile floors. Those tiny feet carrying a matching tuft of chestnut hair, green eyes and a bundle of giggles as bigger feet follow behind..

“Birdie? Did I lose you?” Harry chuckles, his voice snapping you back to reality.

“Hm? Oh! Sorry. I got stuck,” you mutter, letting go of his cheek. The thoughts are still burning in the back of your mind. Every thought seemed so real. Like it was a memory instead of a daydream. 

“What were you thinking about?” he asks, anticipating some sort of panicked response.

“Just..doing this,” leaves you in a whisper. You place your lips over his in a soft kiss; your hands find their way back up to cup his jaw, making him smile against your mouth. He hums in approval, his hands attempting to pull you as close to him as possible.

“I think you’re trying to seduce me in front of all of these people,” Harry teases you as he pulls away. Your cheeks turn a soft pink at his words. “If you wanna go somewhere more private just let me know.”

“Stop it,” you whisper, taking back in the amount of people surrounding you. It feels as if every pair of eyes were following your every move. One pair of eyes was following your every move, and it wasn’t Harry’s.

Jones stood in the corner with his men as he watched, and waited.

Harry led you back to the table as the dining portion of the evening was about to commence. A full meal entailing all of Harry’s favorites, which had somehow turned into your favorites too. The night had been wonderful so far; the conversation flowed so freely it was as if you and Harry had been together forever. 

“Harry,” place your hand on his thigh, leaning closer to him.

“I’ll never tire of hearing you say that,” Harry says, turning to give you his attention. 

“Think I’m ready,” you whisper, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you look up at him.

“Ready..?”

“Mhm. For this,” you motion between the two of you, “Us.”

You watch as his eyes get even brighter than they were. He looks to you for real confirmation. The smile plastered on your face was the answer he needed, and so he kisses you. “You’ve just made my entire life,” he groans before he kisses you again.

“Remember we’re not alone here,” you giggle as you pull away.

“Ask me if i care,” he tries chasing your lips with his, “You didn’t seem to care when we were at the beach yesterday.”

“We were in a somewhat secluded cabana, not an open table at the front of a great hall with hundreds of people watching, Harry.”

“Ugh, I already know I’m gonna love when you say my name when you're mad.”

“You’re already so insufferable,” you huff, turning away from him. 

“Oh, don’t be like that.” He reaches to turn your chair back towards him, caging you in with his arms. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, eyes locked on to yours.

“I–I’m yours,” you whisper back, staring back into his eyes as he searches yours for any sign of apprehension.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you lean forward, sealing the deal with a kiss once again.

A voice booms throughout the space, startling you enough to pull away from the man before you. Harry readjusts, as he pays attention to the announcer behind him.

“Good evening folks, thank you all for attending as we celebrate the continued support from our guest of honor, Mr. Harry Styles.”

Applause follows. Your eyes scan the room, finding Jones staring right back at you from his spot on the edge of the room. You offer him another sweet smile before overting your attention back to the man at the front of the room.

“Harry, come on up here,” the man speaks into the microphone.

“I’ll be right back,” Harry assures you, offering you a quick kiss before taking his stand at the front of the room.

“Evening everybody. I’m thrilled to be back here for another year. Even more so this year,” he looks over to you. “Someone very special to me came with me this time, and I intend to make her my wife one day.”

The room fills with ooh’s and aww’s as Harry pauses. “So, we all owe everything to her tonight, for making me the happiest man in the world. So if you would all join me in raising your glasses,” he starts, leaning down to grab his glass from your hold. 

“What are you doing?” you whisper-yell at him. He just offers you his devious smile in return. 

“To my lovely Birdie, thank you for attending with me, and for making me incredibly ecstatic tonight by agreeing to finally be mine,” he raises his glass a little higher. “To Birdie,”

“To Birdie,” the crowd rumbles behind you. An anxious smile spreads across your lips as you turn to see everyone staring at you. You stand, albeit reluctantly, and politely bow with a smile. The other tables erupt in applause, as Harry pulls you to join him on the stage, his arm snaking around your waist.  “We hope you enjoy the live entertainment in the concert hall for the evening, once you’re finished dining. The proceeds from tonight will be donated to the children's hospital. Have a great night, everybody.”

More applause fills the space as you exit the stage with Harry, his hand firmly holding yours.

“What was that?” you ask through gritted teeth as you smile.

“Staking my claim, and also showing my appreciation for my lovely lady,” he smirks at you as you take your seats again at the table.

“I would appreciate not being the center of attention,” you huff, slapping his hand away from your thigh under the table.

“Now now, Birdie. You have been the center of attention all evening,” he slides his hand back up your thigh as he leans down near your ear. “I’ve just been too distracting for you to notice.”

“You are quite distracting.”

“So, should we go somewhere more private?”

“Mm, no. I want to see this live entertainment,” you remove his hand from your thigh again, taking a stand from your chair. Harry stands with you, offering you his arm to grab as he leads you to the concert hall.

The live performer just so happened to be Rod Stewart. How that happened, Harry swears he doesn’t know. But the devious glint in his eyes says otherwise. 

He’s performing all of your favorites. The ones you’d sing with grandfather in the car on the way to the next city. And the ones Harry likes you hear you sing along with.

“Thank you,” you whisper against his lips after kissing him.

“Anything for my lady.”

Harry sits next to you, an arm around your waist as he studies you watching the performance below. He knows you wish you were able to do that like your mother did, but he also knows the thought of it terrifies you. He’ll make it his mission to help you face your fears if that's what you wanted from him. But if you’re okay with being on the sidelines as well, he’ll help you with that too. Anything you want, he’ll make it happen. He thinks tonight is the prime example of that.

After the performance, Harry leads you to the car. Opting for Niall to drive this time, he takes his seat next to you in the back. 

“Did you enjoy the evening? Was it, quote unquote, fun enough for you?”

“Oh, god Harry, that was amazing. I’ve never enjoyed myself more.”

“I don't think I’ll ever tire of hearing you call me that,”

“Yeah?” you ask, sliding closer to him.

“Yeah.” he breathes out, cupping your cheek and kissing you softly. He smiles into the kiss so you push your tongue into his mouth, taking him by surprise. Harry lets you have your fun for a moment before he reminds you who's in charge. He reaches to his left, pressing a button on the door to close the window between the front and back seat. Gripping your waist, you’re brought onto his lap, knees on either side of his legs. The kiss deepens, your arms finding their way around his neck as his hands explore the expanse of your back.

“Harry,” you whisper in his ear. You move your hands to tangle into his hair, earring a soft moan from his throat.

“Please, keep going,” he mutters, readjusting himself beneath you. His hands planted firmly on your hips.

“Harry,” you bite down onto his earlobe. “Harry,” you kiss just beneath his ear. Tilting his head to your will, every which way leaving your featherlight kisses along his throat, up and down the surface, whispering his name before every kiss. His breathing feels labored under your touch; his skin ablaze. 

“Birdie,” he groans.

“Hm?” You hum, going back to kissing along his throat.

“As much as I would love for this to continue, we’re at your apartment.”

That damn saying again.

“Come upstairs with me,” you kiss his lips.

“I have a meeting first thing in the morning, otherwise I would,” he kisses you back. “How about you come to mine? Spend the night?”

“What are we gonna do?” you ask with the most innocent looking eyes you can manage.

“What do you think?” he teases, chasing your lips with his.

“Can I meet you there? So can I go to Encore in the morning?”

“Of course. I’ll leave Mitch here with you,” Harry reaches for his phone.

“No need. I’ll be right behind you once I change. Promise,” you kiss the tip of his nose, climbing off of his lap.

Harry exits the car, rounding to your side and opens your door for you. Helping you from the car, the man before you kisses you passionately, pulling your front against his, leaning into your touch. 

“Harry,” you whisper, pulling away from him.

“Fuck, Biridie. Don’t you see what you do to me?”

“Mm, I could feel it too, big guy.” you tease him, smoothing down the front of your dress. “I’ll meet you at your place.”

“Okay,” he smiles down at you, offering you one more goodbye kiss.

“Keep my seat warm,” you wink at him before disappearing up the stairs of your apartment building. 

Harry’s trip home felt longer without you. He was counting down the minutes until he got to touch you again. Waiting for the moment you walked through the door to devour you. 

“Sir, we have some..news.” Mitch’s voice makes Harry turn towards the entrance of the living room.

“What is it, Mitch? Has Y/N arrived?” he asks, standing from his seat.

“No, sir, it’s about Encore,” the double bunned man says flatly.

“What about Encore? Was there a break in?”

“No, Sir. it’s on fire.”

“What do you–where is Y/N?” Harry asks, panicked.

“We–We can’t locate her, sir.”

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[seresinsbabe]

Jealousy, Jealousy.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!reader

Synopsis: You get a little jealous about Jake's new coworker, but instead of telling him why you decide to try and make him jealous instead.

Warnings: pwp, EXPLICIT smut, face fucking, choking, slapping, light bondage, dirty talk, degrading, praising, over all dom!jake, some fluff at the end.

Word Count: 3k

THIS FIC IS 18+ MINORS DNI!

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Green eyes narrowed into slits as he watched you up at the bar. The man you were toying with was fucking you with his eyes and he wasn’t even being shameful about it. That megawatt smile of yours seemed permanently plastered on your face as you forced a laugh at something he was saying.

Jake knew what you were doing.

He knew the second you stepped out of your shared bedroom in that dress. The one that hugged your curves in all the right places and dipped just low enough to show off your cleavage without looking trashy.

You were pissed at him. He’d talked a little too excitedly about a new coworker. You didn’t know her actual name, just that her call sign was Aphrodite. It was the first time you’d ever felt concerned about the status of your relationship. Jake hadn’t even realized he’d been talking about her so excitedly. He was just happy that he wasn’t the only one stuck training the new aviators anymore. That someone else could help go over flight plans so he could spend more time with you. Not to mention she was a skilled and experienced aviator herself. Jake enjoyed sharing stories with her.

It wasn’t until you’d asked how work with Aphrodite had been that he realized something was wrong. It was the way you said her name. Like it was poison and you were trying to spit it out of your mouth. Jake knew you well enough to know what that meant. When he asked you about it you just deflected, chalked it up to you just being tired and moody. He didn’t buy it, but he was running late and he figured you would talk to him about it when you were ready. 

That was one of the things you loved about Jake. He never pushed you to talk, he just offered you a lap to snuggle into and waited until you opened up. It was different this time. You’d sunk so deep into a level of insecurity you hadn’t felt since before Jake cockily walked into your life. 

The way he’d talked about Aphrodite brought up memories from your previous relationships. Even if in all reality it wasn’t anything you should have been suspicious about.

Still, you’d sunk so deep as a defense mechanism you had surpassed the crying or arguing phase. You’d gone straight for the antagonizing phase. Wanting to see how far you could push him before he finally got pissed off enough.

Jake had never experienced you being this jealous before. He always thought you knew how much he loved you. Maybe he had taken that for granted. As far as he was concerned you’d hung the moon and the stars and there was no one better than you. He had no idea that there was the tiniest bit of insecurity in you. That some pretty, hotshot pilot would come along and he would find in them something he couldn’t find in you. 

You weren’t a pilot. And sure, you were a military brat, but you worked for a book editor. Your job was boring. You didn’t save anyones life, you just proofread young adult fantasy novels and porn with plot books. What was exciting about that in comparison to a fighter pilot who was so pretty her call sign was the goddess of beauty?

What you didn’t know was earlier that week Jake had shown Aphrodite the ring he’d picked out. It was almost as beautiful as you are and when he saw it, he just knew it would look pretty on your hand. And the woman had gushed about it. Asking Jake where he’d gotten it because she was preparing to pop the question to her own long term girlfriend. 

Right now he was wishing he’d already asked you. So that way the ring would shine right in the douchebag's eye.

His eyes never left you, even as the man who’d just bought you another drink led you out to the dancefloor. If Jake didn’t know any better he would have caused a scene. Hell, he came close until you finally met his gaze. The glint in your eyes reminded him that you were doing this on purpose. You wanted to get a rise out of him, but he wasn’t going to give you that satisfaction.

Jake would remind you at home why his body was the only one you should be pressed against in the middle of some pretentious club.

“You think you’re so slick, don’t you little one?” Jake’s voice was low as he pinned you against the wall in the entryway of your home. 

A grin curved your lips and the mischievous glint in your eyes came back. “Whatever are you talking about? I was a perfectly good girl tonight.” A blatant lie if you’d ever heard one. Your actions tonight had gotten you in exactly the position you wanted to be in.

Jake didn’t say anything, instead he just hoisted you over his shoulder. A harsh smack landed on your cheek and had you yelping.

Once in your room he set you down and you were finally able to get a good look at his eyes. They were a much darker shade of green than normal. “On your knees.” It was an order and from his tone you knew not to disobey. Your knees hit the plush carpeting in your bedroom and his hand came down to caress your cheek. “You remember your safe word sweetheart?” His voice was sweeter, waiting for your nod of acknowledgement. “Good. Color?”

“Green.” 

Jake’s face changed again. You could feel your pussy clenching around nothing at the idea of what all he might do to you. His belt was the first article of clothing to come off, but rather than discard it on the floor it was wrapped around your neck. Jake pulled tight enough to send the sensation straight to your core, but not so tight it was dangerous. 

You let out a moan and your eyes rolled back just slightly. The blonde aviator felt himself grow harder at the sight. He loved having you like this and he planned on fucking you so hard all the came out of you was incoherent babbles. Jake was going to make a mess of the woman he loved.

His cock was straining against his jeans and he finally undid them, pushing them down just enough to release himself. “Open your mouth.” You did as you were told and watched as Jake pursed his lips to spit. The glob of saliva landing perfectly on your tongue. “Swallow.” Again you did as you were told and seeing the pride in his eyes as you listened had more arousal coating your thighs. “I’m going to fuck your throat little one, if you need to me to stop you tap my knee twice.” You nodded, trying to keep your excitement at bay. “Open up.”

No sooner had you opened your mouth was his cock sliding in, the head of him tapping the back of your throat. You felt your throat constrict at the intrusion and Jake groaned at the sensation. The sound went straight to your pussy. Fuck, everything Jake did went straight to your pussy. You were addicted to the man and the way he made you feel in every aspect of your relationship.

He gave you a minute to prepare, the hand that wasn’t holding onto the belt wound into your hair, gripping at the crown of your head to give him leverage. Then he was thrusting, skull fucking you in a way he’d only done a few times since you’d been together. When you’d been especially bratty like you’d been tonight. 

“Su..ungh..uch a good girl.” He grunted and the praise had you moaning on his cock between gags. Each sound Jake drew out of you only had him fucking you harder. Tears were streaming down your face, the smokey shadow and mascara you had on streaking down your cheeks.

You could feel his cock twitch in your throat and you knew he was close. You were waiting to feel him cum down your throat, but it never came, instead he pulled his cock out, tapping you softly on the cheek.

“Ah, on all fours.” The command came as you went to push up on your feet. You dropped to your hands, looking up at Jake through lashes that were clumped together from your tears. He licked his lips, his pupils blown out with lust as he looked at you on all fours. 

The belt around your neck was used as a makeshift leash, Jake walking you towards your bed where he sat on the edge. His hard cock stood straight up, resting against his abdomen. Your eyes were drawn to it, staring until he spoke again.

“Look at you.” He hummed, finally letting go of the belt so he could grip your chin. “On all fours like some kind of bitch,” normally he would never call you that and you would never stand for it. Right now, though? Fuck did it do things to you. “I bet your pussy is just dripping down your thighs right now. Turn around, put that ass up, daddy wants to see.” He tapped your cheek a little harder this time before nodding his head.

Biting your lip you turned around and arched your ass up, pressing your face close to the floor. From behind you the groan he let out was low. Suddenly two of his fingers were swiping from your clenching hole down to your clit and then they were gone. You whimpered and turned to look only to find Jake stroking himself, using your arousal as lubricant. The sight had you whimpering and wiggling your ass in the air. Asking for him to fuck you, but he just shook his head. 

“Not yet, little one. C’mere.” His accent slipped a little, indicating just how aroused he was at the moment. 

When you reached him again he lifted you up and laid you on your back on bed. With one hand he held your wrists above your head and with the other he secured your hands to the head board.

Jake didn’t want you running from the pleasure and he knew without the restraint that’s exactly what you would do. “Be a good girl for daddy and try not to move too much.” He knew he could only ask so much, because he knew what he was about to do.

A kiss was placed on your forehead and then he trailed his nose down along your skin, taking in your scent and leaving nips here and there. Well, not really nips. They were marks. Ones that you knew you’d see come morning.

Upon reaching your nipple he bit down roughly. You yelped again but that quickly changed into a moan as you bucked your hips, searching for some sort of friction. Jake sucked your nipple into his mouth while he spread your legs and situated himself between them before continuing his trek down. 

Coming face to face with your sloppy cunt he ran his nose along your inner thighs, nipping as he went. The scent of your arousal made him groan. You always smelled so sweet, especially when you were this worked up.

His arms snaked under and around your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he settled with his face centimeters away from your cunt. “No coming until I say so.” 

Fuck. You were in for a long night. 

“Oh-ungh!” You whimpered out as his tongue licked a stripe up your slit. Your hips moved and Jake’s grip tightened to hold you still.

Collecting some of your slick on his thumb he pressed hard circles into your clit as his tongue dove into your cunt. You cried out loudly, your head thrashing back. Jake was eating you like you were his last meal and it was a fucking heavenly experience. You’d never met a man as skilled with his mouth as Jake was, but Jake had also never loved eating someone the way he did with you. If all he had to survive on was your pussy, he would die one happy man.

“Daddy…p-puh...so…gonna…” Just as you felt that blinding light about to hit the ministrations stopped.

Your eyes shot open and Jake felt his cock grow harder at the wild look in your eyes. “What did daddy say?” You whimpered, but didn’t answer him. “Words little one, or you won’t cum at all tonight.” The threat had you stilling because you knew it was true. He would absolutely deprive you of an orgasm. He’d done it before.

“No coming.” You whined, but nodded your head in agreement.

“Good girl, he purred and dipped his head back down. Only this time he sucked your clit into his mouth while two of his fingers dove inside of you. 

“Daddy!” The sensations were so getting so intense you dug your heels into the mattress and tried to push away, but Jake wouldn’t let you. Instead the arm that was still looped around one of your thighs tightened again, squeezing almost painfully. 

Jake could feel you clench around his fingers and just before you came he pulled his fingers out of you. Making you cry out, tears blurring your vision again. You could barely make out how swollen and red his cock had grown as he rubbed it up and down your slit.

Jake’s hand came up, wrapping up in your hair again and gripping it tightly. After pumping his cock a few times he gripped your hip and in one thrust he bottomed out inside of you. You let out a scream as your back arched up the bed violently. 

He wasn’t slow in his thrusts. Each one was hard and meaningful. “Open your eyes little one,” you registered the words but your brain was becoming so fuzzy you didn’t obey. Until he slapped, not hard enough to really do any damage, but enough that it had your eyes shooting open. “There are those pretty eyes.” He grunted. 

His fingers dug into your hip so hard you knew he was going to leave bruises. “Want to tell daddy why you were being such a brat tonight?” Jake had leaned forward, his eyes staring into yours.

“A-aphr…fuck!” The tip of his cock brushed against your cervix in a painfully pleasurable way.

“Come on baby girl, spit it out.” Your eyes rolled back into your head when he changed the angle of his thrust just slightly. Just enough to hit your sweet spot.

“J-fuck-je..d-daddy…” you couldn’t even form a sentence right now and he was trying to get you to tell him you were jealous.

“Were you jealous of Aphrodite, baby?”

At first all you could do was nod. “Y-yes!” Jake’s lips met yours in a bruising kiss. His thrusts became a bit more erratic and you could tell he was trying to hold his own orgasm back.

“Thank you for telling daddy,” he hummed against your lips. Then he was pinching your clit and hammering your sweet spot over and over. “You can cum for daddy.”

And cum you did. Hard. Your screams so loud you knew that your throat would be raw come tomorrow, especially with the way he’d fucked your throat earlier. Jake’s orgasm came just a few thrust later. His seed coating your walls as his thrusts slowed down, softly fucking the both of you through your orgasms.

He reached up to undo the belt and as soon as your hands were free you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You didn’t even realize you’d started crying until Jake was cooing at you. “Hey sweet girl, why are you crying? Did I hurt you?” His voice was soft and sweet as he wiped the tears from your eyes.

“No. I’m just…I’m sorry about everything I did at the club.” Your voice was weak, both from screaming and from being vulnerable. “I-I just was so scared that you were going to leave me, because y-you talk about Aphrodite so much and like you w-were smitten.” You sobbed out, burning your head into his chest.

Jake sat up, pulling you into his lap and squeezing you tightly. Gently he lifted your chin so you would look at him. “Baby girl, I could never love anyone the way I love you. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, but I wish you would have said something first.” He let out a sigh and reached over to the night stand on his side of the bed. 

You watched, trying to calm your sobs from your insecurity finally bubbling up now that the anger had been effectively fucked out of you.

Just when your heart was starting to calm down it picked right back up as your eyes landed on the little velvet box in his hands.

“This wasn’t exactly how I planned on doing this, but I think it’s warranted.” He chuckled and popped open the box. The diamonds in the ring sparkled as the dim light in the bedroom bounced off it.

Another fresh round of tears started streaming down your cheeks as you processed what was happening.

“Sweets, will you marry me?”

You practically tackled him into the headboard with your kiss. Gripping onto him so tightly, like this was all a dream and you’d wake up as soon as you let go.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He chuckled breathlessly when you finally pulled away.

“Absolutely, Aphrodite can suck it.”

“Sweets, I think she’d rather steal you from me than steal me from you.” Jake let out a loud laugh as he watched the realization cross your face in the form of a crimson blush.

You smacked his bicep, staring at him incredulously. “You couldn’t have told me that before I danced with that cretin at the club?!”

Jake flinched back from you, rubbing the spit you’d hit. “Well it wasn’t like you gave me a chance!” 

You groaned and let yourself fall back on the bed, your messy hair splaying around you like halo. Jake chuckled as he picked you, bridal style this time. “Come on, let’s go take a warm bath, fiancée.”

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The long awaited smut, here you go baby girls

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[silvervioletvalentine]

🦋It’s true, it’s always been you 🦋

Pairing: Max verstappen X Cherrie!

Word count: 13.3k

Summary: in which Cherrie and max hate eachother so much that they fake date. Fall in love and traumatise their friends in the process.

Max swore that he hadn't meant to lie to his friends , he really didn’t . He had just made the small mistake of not really paying attention , already growing annoyed at the relationship talk that was taking place at the table around him .

Everybody else all happy with their partners and so grossly in love that it made max feel sick just to hear yet another cute little story about the picnic dates, surprise trips and romantic walks on the beach that they were having. Christ , talk about sickly.

Was he also feeling a tad bit bitter about his own long term singleness and dried up love life? No, not at all!

In fact he was completely happy on his own. He didn't need a woman messing with his head anyways , he already had Cherrie for that. She wasn't even his girlfriend and yet the annoying brat drove him mental and most of his days were spent trying to one up her in their petty arguments .

Even going as far as finding something that she couldn't do... like when she told them that she couldn't bake, max had found it in him to become a bakery overnight . Smugly shoving his homemade cupcakes in her face the next morning while she glared at him like he was the devil killing puppy's, threatening to shove her heel up his ass if he didn't back away from her immediately.

Which was why it was completely cherries fault that he did what he did next .

Having been caught up with gazing over at her by the bar, watching as she threw back vodka shots like they were water. Her silver dress shining underneath the lights , long legs crossed over each other as she gossiped with her friends.

So when Lando was teasing him for not having a girlfriend still, he found himself rolling his eyes in annoyance and opening up his big mouth before he could even think of the consequences of his next actions.

He looked at them blankly and straight up lied for no reason. "I do have a girlfriend actually." Enjoying the Brief feeling of watching the rest of the drivers pause their chatter to look over at him in shock.

Daniel was looking at him in disbelief , blinking rapidly . Opening and closing his mouth several times before a loud "what?! Who?!" Came hurling his way in shock.

Lando quickly echoing his disbelief as he looked at max with wide eyes. "You have a girlfriend?!" He repeated in surprise "since when?" He wanted to know.

Charles , Pierre and Carlos were looking at him with similar expressions of 'what the fuck?' And 'no way!'. Charles even going as far as snorting , smirking over at him . Having been spending way to much time with Cherrie , who happened to be his best friend, which meant that her bitchy meanness had started to rub off on him.

It was another reason why he couldn't stand her, even when she wasn't there in front of him. Her sidekick was doing her bitchy trade for her instead.

She had trained the Ferrari driver well and max was sick of seeing the two of them together, gossiping between them and judging everybody that passed them by.

Charles on his own was just fine , max could deal with him without any problem. He could even chat with him casually if he felt like it.

But Charles with Cherrie? Was a total fucking nightmare. They were like the terror twins and Cherrie was nothing but a bad influence on him.

Before meeting her Charles would have never had dared to look max in his face and laugh . Would never have had the confidence to scoff and give him a judgemental glance, snickering underneath his breath at him.

That was all Cherrie. Max was certain that her bitchiness was contagious . That had to be the reason for this bullshit.

"There's no way you have a girlfriend." Charles muttered in amusement , squinting his eyes at him. Already glancing over his shoulder to see where Cherrie was at the bar , ready to call her over so that they could gossip about this shit together like they usually did.

There was nothing more that Cherrie loved than teasing max for his long term sickness (singleness. Again. She was a mean little bitch!). Many a hour she had spent teasing him and rubbing it in his face about how she was never single and he always was.

The two always ending up fighting when max shot back that the only reason she wasn't single was because she was a attention seeking whore who couldn't stand to be alone .

He was right but Cherrie would never admit it. Instead she would argue with him instead. Neither of them yielding , trading insults and sarcasm until the sun started coming back up and one of their friends had to forcibly separate them.

Max narrowed his eyes at Charles, his grip on his beer bottle tightening at the condensing tone in his voice .

That two week holiday with Cherrie had turned him into a catty bitch. A complete replica of his best friend. Max thought in Annoyance. Trying to stay calm.

"Yes I do. And it's been going on a while.. it's just private." He continued to lie. Unable to pinpoint the reason to why he kept up his bullshit, only knowing that he wasn't go to stop now.

As soon as he saw Charles roll his eyes and the rest of his friends grin between themselves like it was so disbelieving that he could have a girlfriend , as though it was completely impossible.

He knew he was fucked.

"Oh really?" Charles smirked at him in amusement , exchanging a glance with Pierre beside him. "Who's the unlucky girl then?" He asked him.

And max. Max didn't know why he did it. Why he said it or why the thought even sparked up in his mind.

But he glanced over to the bar again and caught sight of the bane of his existence laughing loudly with her head thrown back, long hair shining and eyes squeezed closed in mirth as she giggled with her friends.

And he opened his big, lying mouth and blurted out "Cherrie. You'll know her very well I suppose."

The whole table froze. Mouth dropping open as Lando gasped loudly in shock, Daniel bursting into laughter while Charles smile slowly slid off his face, eyes going wide in disbelief.

"Cherrie? My Cherrie?!" He exclaimed loudly , slamming his glass down onto the table in shock. Looking at him as though he was expecting max to just burst out laughing and tell him that it was all a joke. That he wasn't dating Cherrie at all.

Max didn't laugh. He stuck with his lie, enjoying wiping the smug look off of his face.

He hid his smirk behind his beer bottle "I think you mean my Cherrie now." He simply responded , trying not to laugh at the look on everyone's faces.

Charles was shaking his head in denial . "No! There's no way mate. You hate each other!" He reminded him as though he had forgotten their constant arguing.

Pierre was nodding along in agreement , beyond confused . "Yeah.. I mean just last week she told you that she was going to break your knees If you ever touched her compact mirror again." He said.

Max paused for a moment , pursing his lips as he glanced over at said threatening , gorgeous maniac at the bar. Oblivious to the shit that he was currently dragging her into .

"That was..just a joke. She was joking." He muttered , lying through his teeth. Grimacing as he recalled the utter fury on her pretty face when he had been fiddling around with her Chanel compact mirror , trying to wind her up.

Then he had dropped it and she had almost dropped him , Face first onto the floor with her fists. That girl was completely material and max was certain that if she had to choose between her designer wardrobe or her friends , she would proudly declare Chanel as her new best friend instead.

Charles looked at him with a frown, mouth gaping open. "No she wasn't! You- you can't be serious! She would have told me!" He exclaimed, not believing his lie in slightest.

Max was in far too deep to start backing out now. Instead he rolled his eyes, actually getting annoyed by how they all seemed to think that there was no way on Earth Cherrie would ever look at him that way. It was more than insulting and he honestly felt a little hurt by their snickering and disbelief.

He knew that Cherrie was like... a thousand on a scale of ten. When she wasn't spitting venom on him and going on her sarcastic rants , she was a pure vision to be seen.

Max might have hated her but he wasn't blind. She had the kind of looks that made you stop in your steps and do a double take . Or a triple take.

Max could still remember the first time he had caught a glimpse of her at the paddock, there with Charles for the weekend. He had been stunned, stood frozen in his place like he had seen an Angel , watching her laugh freely , a smile so bright and beautiful that it lit up her entire face.

Then she had opened said mouth and all that attraction had went rushing down the drain because she was mean. A real Mean woman that had a razor for a tongue and could be a weapon for men's egos everywhere .

You had confidence? One look from Cherrie and no you didn't! She had the judgmental glance cut down to a T. It was honestly impressive.

In fact sometimes she and max argued without even saying a word . Simply arguing through squinted eyes and pinched expressions on their faces , it honestly freaked out their friends to witness the way that they could silently communicate from across a crowded room like that.

But instead of using their obvious connection for good, they used it for petty arguments instead.

"She doesn't need to tell you everything." Max countered back to him.

Hiding his grimace as he caught cherries curious eye from across the bar, lifting a eyebrow at him as she slowly lifted up her fist up to rest against her cheek, then lifted up her middle finger at him. Giving him a sarcastic smile too.

He looked back a frowning Charles, stomach turning as he just began to realise what the fuck he had done.

He had told their friends that he and Cherrie (who was still swearing at him from across the bar) that they were dating. There was absolutely no way that she would go along with this and he knew that she would happily call him out on his bullshit and get a good laugh at out if too.

So it was with that humiliating thought in mind that he quickly got to his feet , gave his still shocked and confused friends a casual nod of his head before turning around and beelining it straight towards the she devil herself .

I just need to get to her before Charles does. He thought to himself in a slight panic , hurrying over to her as fast as he could without physically running.

Cherrie looked up at him with a scowl as he came to a stop beside her , pursing her lips as she looked up at him from her seat. Twirling her straw around her cocktail glass, looking at him expectantly.

"Cherrie..." he breathed out , clearing his throat awkwardly as his mind went blank. Forcing his eyes away from her red. Pouty lips that were sucking at the straw, her eyes never leaving his , feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

Cursing everything that she had to look like a Goddamn sin in front of him. Why was it the crazy ones that were always so fucking hot?

How was this fair for his sanity?

She blinked up at him blankly . "Yes max? How can I help you today?" She drawled out , giving him a fake smile. Elbow resting on the bar as she rested her cheek in her hand, swinging her legs back and forth in front of him boredly.

He swallowed, giving her a tense smile as he leaned against the bar next to her as casually as he possibly could. Aware of their friends watching their interaction closely . Charles especially.

Cherrie eyed him suspiciously when he gently brushed her perfectly curled hair over her shoulder, eyes narrowing up at him dangerously.

"You look very pretty today." He tried to be nice , he really did. And it wasn't a lie. She looked beautiful but the look she gave him in response wasn't so pretty.

She looked him up and down judgmentally "I always look pretty. What have you done max? Actually I don't care. Whatever you've done I want no part in it!" She told him firmly. Sipping on her cocktail again casually. Glancing away from him.

Max sighed , expecting this. But he couldn't pussy out now. His pride was resting on this and the stubborn woman in front of him.

Why had he blurted out her name? He wondered in misery. Why had he told his friends that the one woman that loves to torture him and get underneath his skin was his girlfriend? Why?

Then he glanced at her smirking red lips and pretty eyes and knew exactly why he had said her name.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life and a tiny part of him (a huge part of him. All of him) wanted to be able to have a woman like her by his side. To be able to brag to his friends that he had the most gorgeous partner out of them all.

Because despite their constant arguing, he looked forward to her petty remarks and sarcastic rants. He looked forward to their bickering and the little looks she would give him when he would deliberately say something stupid just to get her reaction . One which she always gave him without missing a beat.

He enjoyed the way she would send him little texts throughout the week. A picture of a bull's ass along with the sweet words 'didn't know you were in Texas today!' . Continuing to send him pictures and insults all throughout her holiday just to wind him up.

He liked the way that they were both so similar , the same mean and judgemental humour. Because she might have been an asshole but so was he. He liked the way she would immediately look over to him whenever someone said something stupid , both of them sharing a look between them, a quick raise of the brow and a silent 'can you believe this guy?'.

He would never admit it but he enjoyed their bickering just as much as he enjoyed her bitchy remarks and sarcastic looks. She was the only one that dared to even go up against him like that, the only one that wasn't afraid to match him with his bullshit.

It was nice. She wasn't and he wasn't but he liked that they could be assholes together. Was that so bad?

He sighed loudly , looking at her pleadingly. "Cherrie..I may have.. fucked a little bit." He admitted to her as though it pained him because admitting that he was in the wrong to her did bite at him. It was hard.

Cherrie just side eyed him. "That's not new. But what has it got to do with me?" She muttered over the rim of her glass.

Looking over his shoulder and frowning slightly as she caught the way Charles was scowling over at them, meeting her eyes with a unimpressed look on his face .

"The fuck? Why is Charles glaring at us?" She questioned , confused as fuck to why her best friend looked so pissy.

Max grimaced , clearing his throat a little as he looked at her a little apologetically. "Yeah.. that has something to do with me fucking up. I may have .. lied to him." He mumbled , embarrassed.

Cherrie frowned at him in confusion "okay? About what?" She asked him warily , finally paying attention to him properly . Getting uneasy at the little, sheepish smile he gave her .

"I-er- I told him and all of them- that I had a girlfriend." He told her , fidgeting with the bar top anxiously . Unable to meet her eyes.

Cherrie looked at him in confusion "but you don't have a girlfriend . Unless you're calling your right hand the love of your life now." She snorted , giggling when he glared at her sharply.

Gritting his teeth as he inhaled deeply, trying to stay calm.

"Cherrie.." he gritted out "I told them that you're my girlfriend." He bluntly told her , knowing that there was no point beating around the bush.

Cherrie was still giggling at her own little joke, barely paying attention as she wiped underneath her eyes to make sure that her mascara didn't smudge from her tears of laughter.

"Ahh god. Well that's too bad but-" she abruptly stopped laughing. Head snapping back over to him with wide eyes, mouth dropping open in shock.

"Did you just say I'm your girlfriend?!" She exclaimed loudly , looking at him like he was insane .

Max quickly hushed her, repeatedly tapping at her arm to get her to quieten down. Glancing over his shoulder to see their friends still sending them curious looks, Charles looking like he wanted to kill him.

He hissed at her quietly "shut up! Not so loud! I told you that I fucked up! I just blurted out your name and now they think that we're together." He rushed out, quickly explaining his situation to her.

Cherrie scoffed at him, slapping his hand away from her arm. "Then tell them that you lied and that it Isn't true!" She said as though it was that simple.

It was Max's turn to look at her like she was insane . "No way! They'll never let me live it down! You have to help me!" He pleaded to her desperately out of options.

Cherrie laughed in his face "I don't have to do anything! As If they'd even believe it!" She snapped back at him, cheeks flushing despite her attitude. Not expecting to be demanded to be his girlfriend all of a sudden .

Max looked at her, insulted. "What’s that supposed to mean?!"

"It means that i date the Tom Brady's and the Henry cavill's. Not the verstappens!" She exclaimed at him, letting him drag her along to the corner of the bar , out of sight from their friends. Tucked in the dark corner of the room, max glared down at her in disbelief.

"Are you saying that I'm ugly?!"

She rolled her eyes at him . Huffing. "No. Just that I can do better!" She shot back at him.

Max pulled a face at her, scoffing at her arrogance. "You'd be lucky to have me! You're not that great! You've got a nice face but everything else isn't as good!" He insulted her, reaching down to adjust her necklace so that the hook was at the back of her neck instead.

Cherrie didn't even flinch at his hand near her neck, used to him fixing her clothing and jewellery for her. He had been doing it ever since he overheard her complaining about her hair getting caught in her necklace to her friend once.

It was the same way that Cherrie silently fixed his tie for him at events , muttering that she was going to strangle him with it if he continued to do it so sloppily. It was their weird normal.

"Shut up! I'm not pretending to be your girlfriend max. That means I'll have to spend time with you... willingly." She complained , leaning against the wall with a huff .

Max stood in front of her with his hands pressed to his hips. Frowning at her . "Come on Cherrie! I can't be humiliated like this. They'd never let me live it down. They've all got these perfect relationships and it just- I just was sick or being teased for be the only single one alright?" He sighed out to her, looking at her pleadingly . "I wouldn't ask this of you for no reason..."

She looked at him in silence for a moment , chewing on the inside of her cheek with a pissed off frown that he was dragging her into this and asking her to lie to her friends too.

"What do I get out of it? I don't want a boyfriend yet." She whined , looking up at him with a pissy pout on her face .

Max sighed, rolling his eyes at her. "Hawaii?"

She paused , pout quickly disappearing at the thought of a free holiday. "Two weeks?"

"One week." He negotiated.

She looked at him sternly "two weeks. And I want to drive your new Ferrari for a week too." She told him with a grin, wrapping her arm around his neck loosely as she looked up at him through her dark lashes prettily .

Max pursed his lips, looking down at her, unimpressed . "Two weeks and you're not going anywhere near my car."

She sighed dramatically, slowly going to pull away from him as she casually shrugged her shoulders at him. "Well I guess you can go back there and explain to them that you lied about me being your girlfriend"

Max groaned loudly and quickly pulled her back to him, rolling his head in defeat. "Fine. But You're not driving it without me being in the passenger seat." He sighed out .

She let out a small squeal, clapping her hands together in excitement while max tried to hide his amused smile at her behaviour. Shaking his head at her .

"Yay! I can't wait! Okay!" She grinned up at him happily, mood completely taking a full turn at getting a free holiday and getting to drive his Ferrari too. "Let's go then boyfriend!"

She stepped away from him and starting to walk back in the direction of the table where the rest of the drivers were sat, confidently strutting ahead of him while he hurried to catch up to her. Reaching to take ahold of her hand , making her look over her shoulder at him In surprise.

"We need to hold hands. Look affectionate . Otherwise they’re never gonna believe it." He told her , his lips twitching as he intertwined their fingers together slowly , watching her look down at their hands with a grimace. Unused to the casual affection from him.

The closest their hands had been was when they were slapping at eachother childishly during another petty argument.

"Why?" She blurted out , looking confused. She was never that affectionate with her past boyfriends either . She hasn't grown up with people hugging each other or her. Her family were never the caring or affectionate type.

In fact , the last time any of her parents had hugged her was for a press photo at her schools graduation.

She was used to casual moves. She had no problem sticking her tongue down someone's throat in a crowded room. But holding hands? She never held hands with anyone. It felt too intimate . Which she knew was ridiculous.

But she couldn't help it. Her arm erupted in goosebumps as she felt max softly caress her knuckles with his thumb , fixing the strap of her dress with his free hand casually. His eyes never leaving her flushed face .

"Because that's what couples do. Try to be nice?" He muttered to her with a teasing grin, enjoying the feeling of her hand in his as he slowly led them over to the table.

Charles already frowning up at them, looking like he was questioning his whole life

Cherrie didn't answer him. Just shoving him down into the booth and plopping herself down on his lap, giving him a smirk when he let out a startled huff, his pupils widening as he glanced up at her in surprise.

She just wrapped her arm around his neck loosely , feeling everyone's shocked eyes on them.

He wanted her to be nice and affectionate? Alright. She could do that. She'd show him how nice she could be.

It was with that sly thought in mind that she meant her head down and kissed him square on the mouth, a loud and noisy kiss. More for show than anything. Hearing max inhale sharply as he wrapped his own arm around her hips, his eyes fluttering closed as he tightened his grip around hips in response.

Kissing her back more gently than she kissed him, tasting her coconut lipgloss against his lips before she pulled away with a soft hum. Wiping gently at his now lipstick stained lips with her thumb, tapping his cheek with a smirk as she took in his flustered face as he swallowed thickly.

She then casually looked around the table at the gobsmacked friends and smiled brightly. "Having a good night guys?" She chirped at them, reaching for the cocktail glass in Charles hand and swiftly stealing it from him.

Charles was too busy gaping at the two of them to care, his eyes flickering bwgeeen them rapidly in shock. "But- Cherrie- what the fuck?!" He stammered out in  disbelief , feeling like he was going crazy.

Because since when was his best friend dating and kissing max verstappen?

Cherrie just shrugged casually , lifting the glass to her lips about to take a sip before max swooped in and took it from her. Setting it aside on the table and handing her his bottle of beer instead, not wanting her to drink from the same glass as Charles.

Cherrie just  gave him a amused glance, rolling her eyes at him. Max just raising his eyebrows at her with a small shrug, not explaining himself.

"What?" She acted like she had no idea why he looked so shocked. As though it was normal for her to be kissing max instead of fighting with him.

Charles looked at her in disbelief "what?! What do you mean what?! What are you doing? What is this?!" He motioned between her and max with his finger . Mystified and wondering what the hell was going on.

Max smirked at him as he hugged himself against her back, squeezing his arms around her waist , sighing softly as she buried her hand into his hair and gently scratched her nails against his scalp soothingly.

"Me and max are.." she tried not to cringe at the thought of saying boyfriend and girlfriend. "Fucking." She ended up saying instead like the mature woman she was.

Max rolled his eyes at her "we're dating." He corrected her , giving her a look.

She just shrugged "same thing." She muttered leaning back against him and getting comfortable on his lap.

"No it isn't." He muttered back to her.

"Yes it is. That's my dating."

"Just- just shut up." He sighed. Shoving the bottle of beer into her mouth to shut her up and to stop her from arguing with him.

Charles was gaping at them in disbelief "Cherrie! Why didn't you tell me? You told me that you wanted to strangle him yesterday!" He reminded her with wide eyes, wondering what the hell he was missing.

They both paused , Cherrie clearing her throat as she felt max scowling at her, his fingers squeezing her hips a little harder this time.

She smiled sheepishly , laughing as she patted Max's shoulder repeatedly. "Oh ya know!.. that was just..foreplay!" She exclaimed , grinning proud of herself for covering their backs with that one.

Max tried not to face palm, instead digging his forehead against her shoulder blades and trying not to scream. Holy fuck was she a terrible liar.

He glanced up at their friends disbelieving faces and grimaced. Oh dear. He was fucked. Completely fucked if she kept this up.

"I love wrapping my hands around his throat and.." she placed her hand around his throat , her mischievous eyes meeting his amused ones as she mimicked strangling him. Laughing loudly at the unimpressed look he gave her. "Just -yee haw!"

Daniel was laughing hysterically while lando looked between the two of them in amusement , eyeing Max's blushing face, cherries hands around his neck while she grinned obliviously at her best Friend casually. Charles just looked at her in disbelief , speechless.

"Yee haw?" Lando snickered , eyeing the two of them with a grin.

Max shifted in his seat , swallowing as he felt Cherrie shuffle around on his lap again. Swinging her body sideways so that she could rest her feet against the seat instead, her body still facing their friends as she sipped at her beer casually. Not at all bothered by what was going on.

"Yeah. Cause when I ride him-" max slapped his hand over her mouth before she could even finish her sentence but the damage had already been done.

Their friends were laughing at his flustered face while Charles just looked like he was going to be sick.

"But.. max Cherrie? Since when is he your type?" Charles still couldn't believe it. Frowning at her in confusion.

Cherrie swallowed her beer and simply shrugged, glancing down at max silently for a moment. Eyes flittering around his features , lingering on his lipstick stained pout for a moment too long before looking away.

She sighed "I like it when guys bully me." She said.

Pierre gave her a amused look "have you tried therapy? That seems like a personal issue." He snorted. Not at all surprised by her comment. He had heard her say crazier and more unusual things before.

Cherrie looked over at him with a grin, unbothered by the looks she was receiving from around the table. Ranging between amused, concerned and confused.

"Why do I need therapy when I have max to bully me? I mean just one insult and whooooo-" she might have been a little drunk at this point. Having already been drinking endless cocktails before max had even arrived . "My panties are gone! I love it when he's mean- it turns me on-" she told them shamelessly , giggling.

Max carefully pried the bottle from her hands , setting it aside quickly. Laughing awkwardly as he flushed bright red , patting cherries side with a small , amused grin.

"Okayyyy I think- I think we're gonna go!" Be announced . Pulling Cherrie up to her feet before she could even blink. Wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her as she wobbled on her heels , winking up at him drunkenly.

He had to laugh. It looked more like she had something in her eye than a wink. But she looked cute trying. He could give her that.

"Charles!" She said way louder than necessary making him cringe . Her best friend looked up at her tiredly . Far too confused to be dealing with her shit.

"I'll tell you everything.. but not tonight because this is my night. And Max's night. And max is gonna take me home. Aren't you max?" She rambled , hugging him from the side as she clung onto him with a drunken grin. Batting her eyelashes up at him.

He laughed and nodded his head, helping her out of the booth. "Yes I am." He agreed . Grabbing his jacket from his chair and helping her put it on so that she wouldn't be cold when they got outside in her tiny dress.

He huffed as she almost slapped him with her arm, leaning all of her weight against him as she made it more difficult for him to fasten up the jacket. Giggling like a naughty child as she moved around, trying to see Charles properly over his broad shoulders .

"Love you!" She called over to him, waving her hand at them chaotically.

Charles sighed long and hard. "Love you too but this isn't over!" He warned them, more to max than Cherrie. Narrowing his eyes at him. "I still don't believe this." He said . Not believing his lie.

Max just looked at him blankly "I don't care what you believe. It's the truth." He countered back, untucking cherries hair from his jacket so it didn't pull and hurt her head. "So..." he gave him a sarcastic smile, shrugging dramatically . "Bye bye!"

And with that max practically carried Cherrie out of the bar while she giggled incoherently against his neck, hugging him and refusing to let go.

So far. Max would say that it was going well. And he felt like he was definitely getting the full girlfriend experience when he was sat behind her on his knees at three o'clock in the morning , holding back her hair while she threw up her body's worth in liquor. Sobbing against the toilet lid as she promised to never drink again, max patting her back with a grimace as she babbled away to him tearfully.

It reminded him quickly that even the beautiful ones were a complete mess sometimes. And he had to laugh when he wiped her mouth and brushed her teeth for her, her eyes blackened with mascara from crying. Clinging onto him , still drunk and still such a mess as she spoke around the toothbrush tearfully

"Am i a good girlfriend yet?"

He just laughed and wiped her makeup streaked face with a wet towel affectionately. "You're doing a great job honey."

A week later and Cherrie was stood in front of her mirror , turning this way and that way as she tried on different dresses. Max sat at the end of her bed with his head resting in his hands, watching her get ready quietly.

"Do we have to go? I think they already believe us." She whined a little , not wanting to go to fancy restaurant when she could just stay at home instead.

Over the past week max and her and hung out almost everyday to sell their act. The first day that max had arrived at her door with a grin and a demand to come golfing with their friends, Cherrie had threatened to run him over with the  golfing kart.

Now , when he turned up at her door with a smile and a invitation to dinner with their friends , Cherrie had greeted him with a smile and dragged him to her bedroom to give him a small Fashion show of all her new dresses that she had bought . Max just humming along and nodding at them all, telling her that she looked pretty in them all.

"Yes we do. Do you really want to say no to free food?" He knowingly looked at her , fidgeting with the heels in his hands that she was having him hold onto while she tried to find ones that looked best with her dress.

Cherrie sighed loudly "no." She mumbled as she clipped earrings into her ears with a pout. "But still..oh my god..." she got distracted by her own reflection. Running her hands over the dress in amazement.

Eyes going dramatically wide as she looked in the mirror and met max eyes that were already on her . He hadn’t looked away from her since the moment she opened the door to her home and let him in with that damn smile lighting up her pretty face .

“Do you think my ass has gotten bigger?!" She wondered , Turning to the side again and running her hands over her butt in the skintight dress she was wearing , admiring herself with a small smile.

Max looked down at her ass silently , blinking heavily as he bit down on his lip, slowly nodding his head up and down in a daze.

“Yeah ..it's - it’s perkier." He said in amazement , unable to look away. Instead he slid his eyes up to her chest that was hanging out of the thin material too.

He grinned cheekily at her "I think your boobs have gotten bigger too." He told her casually. As though they were chatting about the weather.

Cherrie turned around with a loud giggle, looking pleased. "I know right! My bra size has gone up! Isn't it amazing? I mean .." she gushed confidently , excitedly. "I can't wait till Hawaii. I'm going to look amazing in a bikini!" She exclaimed.

Max chuckled , nodding his head along to her as he handed her heels back . Smiling to himself when she placed her hand on his shoulder to balance herself as she quickly put them on. Her chest right in his face as he shamelessly stared at her definitely bigger than before boobs in awe.

"For sure. I think your mouth has gotten bigger too."

She slapped the back of his head without missing a beat as she straightened back up, rolling her eyes at his teasing as he laughed loudly at her reaction . Grinning up at her slyly.

"Asshole!" She picked up her clutch bag and strutted out of her bedroom, max quickly hot on her heels . "Anything you want me to do tonight?"

Max groaned loudly like he was in pain "don't say stuff like that Cherrie! You're setting yourself up!" He almost whined. So many jokes and such little time.

Cherrie just giggled and let him take a hold of her hand again, used to it now. "Ya know.. this is going to ruin my reputation. Holding hands and all that.." she told him as she locked up behind her, max swinging their hands between them happily .

He looked down at her in amusement , smirking. "You're whorish reputation?" He mused , laughing at the look she gave him. Exasperated.

She huffed at him, side eyeing him as they walked down to the restaurant that was around the corner from her apartment where they had agreed to meet their friends.

"Yes actually." She said proudly , not ashamed of her whore era at all. "How am I going to bag a footballer now?" She joked, grinning up at him teasingly.

Max snickered "are they any left? You've already gone through them all haven't you?" He shot back at her with a shit eating grin.

Laughing hysterically when she started hitting him with her clutch bag, cursing him out . Paying no Mind to the looks they were getting as they entered the restaurant, max leading her over to their table while laughing still.

"That's unnecessary! It wasn't that many!" She complained to him. Handing him her clutch bag absentmindedly as she smiled to their friends.

Max took the mini pink bag from her, holding it casually as he pulled out the chair for her . "Just a team or two.." he grinned unable to help himself from winding her up.

She huffed , sliding into her seat carelessly. "Keep trying me max. I will body you." She threatened him , picking up her wine glass that Charles had already ordered her. Taking a big gulp , oblivious to the amused stares they were getting from around the table. Too immersed in their own little bickering bubble to care.

"In bed?" He resorted cheekily , laughing when she just rolled her eyes at him.

Charles looked at her with a small smile, still not used to the sight of the two of them together . Watching the way max passed her a napkin and topped up her wine for her as their food was served.

"Are you coming to qualifying next week?" Charles asked her. The two of them usually travelling together and Cherrie hanging out in the Ferrari garage supporting him.

She glanced over at him apologetically "er- no. I'm gonna hang out with max this time. Cause he's-" she hesitated , glancing over at max who gave her a small encouraging nod. Still not used to calling him

Her boyfriend. Fake or not. "-My boyfriend and I should support him right?" She poked at her plate with a small grimace after taking a few small bites.

Charles frowned at her "and I'm your best friend. You're team Ferrari . Not redbull."

Max smirked at him smugly "actually she is team redbull now seeing as she's dating their driver.

No more red." He proudly stated . Before glancing over at Cherrie when she made another small huff.

"What?" He muttered , raising a brow at her curiously.

She nudged at her plate with a small sigh "I don't like the chicken." She muttered with a subtle pout , glancing over at his steak with hearts in her eyes.

Max frowned back at her , completely exasperated "why did you get it then?!" He countered back. Used to her doing this by now.

Just last night they had gotten a takeaway, a pizza for her and a Chinese noodles for him. He hadn't  even gotten to take a second bite of his food before she was eyeing up his plate with a pout, giving him pleading eyes as she told him that she didn't fancy pizza anymore.

She was an absolute nuisance!

"Because I wanted it when I ordered it but now I don't . Can we swap?" She asked him hopefully, eyeing up his steak, not even bothering to be subtle about it now. She knew that she would get her own way eventually , a few pretty blinks of her lashes at him and he was done for .

Max huffed at her "absolutely not. You've made your bed so lie in it." He told her firmly .

Lando and Charles could only watch in silent disbelief as Cherrie pouted at him, nudging his arm quietly , tilting her head at him prettily, looking at him pleadingly. Going all out with the puppy look towards him, seconds away from whining too.

She had no shame. Especially not where food was involved.

And max caved . Max, who didn't share food.

Max, who had threatened to break lando's fingers the last time he had tried to take a slice of his pizza for himself .

He slid his plate over to Cherrie and swapped their plates with a exasperated sigh, giving her a judgmental side eye as he did so.

"You're so annoying. You need help." He muttered to her before taking a bite of the chicken , watching her happily dig into his steak with a pleased look on her pretty face.

Lando looked over at him in pure disbelief "how come you'll give her your food but not me?" He exclaimed loudly making them both glance over at him with matching , uninterested looks on their faces.

Oh wow. He thought grimacing. They have the matching bitch looks down to a T now. That was scary.

Max just shrugged , hiding his grin behind his fork as he swallowed his bite before answering him. "Because if I don't she'll just take it anyway." Plain and simple .

Cherrie nodded along to his statement proudly , grinning at them slyly. "Yes I would. A good woman takes what she wants, whenever she wants it." She told them seriously , taking lando's glass of wine and sliding it over to herself . Taking no mind of him gasping and trying to take it back from her.

She just pretended she couldn't hear or see him, sipping on it happily.

Max just shook his head at her  "that's a crime. You're a criminal Cher." He laughed, grinning over at her in amusement.

Charles's scowled deepened "Cher?" He muttered , unable to believe that she had gone from being called a bitch by him to a affectionate 'Cher' so quickly.

Max glanced at him with a subtle smirk "yes. Cher. Baby. Love of my life. Fire to my loins-" he started listing off nicknames , Cherrie giggling beside him at the repulsed looks Charles was giving them.

"By the way.. I'm going to Hawaii next week Charles. Can you look after my cat?" She blurted out to him suddenly , recalling her upcoming plans.

Her suitcases were already packed and max had booked their tickets the moment that they had gotten home after she had agreed to play along as his girlfriend. Only things had gotten more serious and real than either of them could have Expected but in a good way.

Cherrie seemed to genuinely forget that they were playing pretend , having been enjoying spending time with max one on one. He was a lot funnier than she gave him credit for when she wasn't so set on picking a fight with him.

Who would have thought that the man that made her scream in fury the most , could also make her laugh like a hyena with his stupid jokes?

"Hawaii? Why? Since when? I thought we were going to Spain for holidays this summer.." he said while looking at her in confusion. Having heard nothing of these sudden plans.

She just shrugged "max is taking me. The pool has a pool ontop of a pool  Charles! A pool with a pool right in front of an ocean view man.." she sighed dreamily , already picturing herself laying in the sun and swimming all day.

Lando looked at max, impressed. "Wow! What's this for... a anniversary? or did you fuck up that bad already that you had no choice but to leave the country?" He joked . Giggling to himself as he looked between the two of them. Not at all surprised by their closeness now that he had time to think it over.

It actually made sense to him he supposed .  He knew that max only wound her up because it was the only way he could think of to get her attention , bypassing hello and going straight to annoying her instead.

But someone that hated someone so much wouldn't look for them in a crowded room and get all pouty when they couldn't find them there.

And if max hated her so much then he wouldn't have spent the last year chasing off any man that even so much as looked twice at her. That wasn't normal for 'enemies'.

And it was the same for Cherrie too. For someone that claimed to hate him so much , she spent a awful lot of time talking about him.And she spent a awful lot of time willingly in his company too.

Considering that Charles was her best friend and not max, she spent more time in the red bull hospitality than she did in Ferrari. Claiming the she was just going to wind max up some more , to 'jinx him' for his race so that he wouldn't win.

But Lando had once seen the two of them having a intense game of Mario kart , bickering at each other, sat thigh to thigh as they carried on like they were the best of friends. They would deny it but Lando had heard them laugh together and make plans for a rematch after the race.

And what kind of people that 'hated' each other played mario kart together willingly?

"Just a holiday. No reason other than Cherrie is starting to disappear into the walls without her tan." Max casually replied, quickly finishing up with his food and picking up the fancy desert menu as he waited for everyone else to be done with their first course meal.

Cherrie nodded along in agreement with a serious look on her face . Swallowing her bite before replying "so fucking true. I was going to put on a white shirt this morning but then I looked into the mirror and could only see my hair. I'm fading away."

Max snorted , chuckling to himself as he shook his head. Grinning at the sigh of misery she let out.

"So sad. Can't think of anything worse than you being pale." He muttered sarcastically, laughing loudly when she reached out and smacked his forearm without even glancing at him. Muscle memory by now .

"Shut up max." Was all she muttered back to him before focusing her attention back to her best friend, shifting in her seat once she finally noticed the contemplative look that he was giving the two of them.

She hated having to lie to Charles, she really did but honestly ... it was a little fun winding up their friends like this. And she was having fun bickering with max without their usual aggressiveness and truthful threats.

When she told max she was going to kill him before, she usually meant it. Now when she told him that, they both knew that she was just joking around. No harm done. Not at all serious with her violent warnings anymore.

It was nice. She kind of wished that max had come up with the idea of being her fake boyfriend before this. It might have been a more easier and less tense few years between the two of them.

"You should hang out with us tomorrow night Charles!" She suddenly suggested , both of their heads snapping towards her with two very different reactions.

Charles was smiling At her, pleased to finally have the chance to hang out with her again after being blown off for max lately . Meanwhile max was looking at her like she has completely lost her mind. Sighing loudly and crossing his arms over his chest like a pissy child that wasn't getting their own way.

"No way." He blurted out just at the same time that Charles replied with a pleased "sure! Sounds good!"

The two of them meeting eyes while Cherrie and Lando just looked between the two of them in vague amusement. Lando looking a little offended as he looked over at Cherrie with a frown "what about me? Can I come?"

Max scoffed "no. Neither of you are coming!"

Cherrie just smiled brightly "of course you can! I'll cook for us!" She exclaimed getting excited at the thought of getting to play around in Max's fancy kitchen.

All three men paused at her words , grimacing deeply as they shared wary looks between each other. Charles clearing his throat and refusing to be the one to tell her that was a bad idea.

Max easily did so, the only one unafraid to look Cherrie in her eyes and tell her straight. "No you're not. You'll put us all in hospital! Remember what happened when you baked us all cupcakes ?" He gave her a pointed look. Cherrie looking away with a stubborn purse of her lips.

"I ended up in a intimate relationship with my toilet Cherrie. So no. You will not be cooking." He sternly told her before adding on a firm "ever again."

Cherrie looked between them with a scowl. "That was baking! Cooking is different! I'm sure that I can handle making a - a chicken-" she tried to defend herself weakly.

Charles scoffed , shaking his Head at her wildly . "Absolutely not! You are not going anywhere near chicken Cherrie! You can kill us! You should not be anywhere near raw meat!" He exclaimed .

Still traumatised from all the others time that she had tried to 'cook' for them. All of them nights ending up with a horrific case of food poisoning that she always denied giving to them.

Max and Cherrie shared a smirk as the same dirty jokes filled their head. Snickering between each other little little kids. Cherrie snorting childishly as she nudged Max's arm repeatedly in a fit of giggles.

"There's some raw meat that I can handle just fine on my own-" she wiggled her eyebrows , still giggling only max was joining her this time. His cheeks flushing red when she winked at him suggestively.

Charles sighed loudly , looking at the two of them with a unimpressed look on his face while Lando cackled beside him.

"Children." He said shaking his head "you're all children."

An hour and a half later and Cherrie and max were saying their goodbyes to Charles and Lando , Cherrie quickly being dragged over to the corner of the exit door by Charles who insisted on speaking to her before they left.

"What's up?" She mumbled to him smiling, cheeks flushed from the endless jokes and wine that they had all shared over dinner.

Charles sighed quietly , looking at her for a moment with a serious look on his face. Enough to sober her up slightly as she realised that he wanted to 'talk', no doubt about her sudden relationship with max.

"What are you doing Cherrie?" Was all he said to her , hands on his hips as he waited for her to answer. Giving her a pointed look. "And don't lie to me. You've spent years denying even liking max as a person, never mind a friend.. and now you two are suddenly in love?" He scoffed, seeing right through her. He was her best friend after all.

Cherrie shifted on her feet, grimacing at the ache in her ankles from the high heels she was wearing. Wishing that she had worn her converse instead.

She looked at Cherrie silently for a moment , trying to gather her thoughts. A month ago and she would have been agreeing with him, happily cursing out max and talking shit about him to all her friends.

But now.. now she had a great night . A great week even. She was happy, she was fed and tired. All she wanted was for max to walk her home like he had been doing lately , wanted to talk to him about everything and nothing underneath the stars before saying goodnight with a warm embrace between them.

Something that max had taken to doing when she had casually told him one night that she wasn't used to easy affection like that. Her own parents had never hugged her after the age of six. And well, it has become the reason why she shied away and cringed from simple affectionate hugs. She simply wasn't used to it.

So max had made it his silent mission to fix that. When he arrived at her door, he greeted her with a smile and a hug. And when they said goodbye , he would pull her to her chest and let her hold onto him for as long as she deemed comfortable before pulling away.

And she was enjoying it. It was nice. Even if max was the same asshole that she had spent the past few years arguing with and getting in to petty fights with.

He was still the same asshole but so was she. She was a little bitch. A big mouthed asshole just like him.

And well, was that so bad? It was pretty fun to have someone you could be a cunt with without having to worry about offending them. The rude , the sarcasm and the insulting jokes just bouncing between the two of them perfectly.

She loved it. So she told Charles just that.

"I think that I've been taking max the wrong way this whole time. All those times that I thought he was insulting  me because he hated me.." she sighed out with a small smile. Clutching onto her clutch and swaying slightly , glancing over her shoulder to see max grabbing something from the waiter after settling their checks.

"I think he was just copying my sense of humour Charles. What do you always jokingly call me when I've done something shocking again?" She looked at him with a raise of her brow, trying to prove a point.

Charles hesitated before sighing in realisation. "I call you a stupid bitch." He muttered, pursing his lips stubbornly when she let out a giggle.

She grinned "exactly. And I find it funny because I call you a dickhead too. And it's no harm right? That's just us being affectionate towards each other. That's our sweetheart or honey." She rambled to him, pulling Max's jacket that he had thrown around her shoulders even closer to her body.

Charles slowly nodded his head, still frowning. "Yeah but-"

She shook her head, cutting him off. "And max does the same thing. That time that I parked my car on golf terf because I thought that was what I should do.. what did he call while laughing?"

"A stupid bitch." He mumbled, looking away from her smug little face. Getting it now.

Cherrie laughed softly , glancing over at max again. Smiling to herself when he looked up and met her eyes, pulling a silly face at her. Then he shot her a middle finger and Cherrie stuck up both of hers at him in retaliation, both of them laughing beneath their breaths.

She looked back at Charles with a quiet sigh "exactly. And I went off on him because I didn't know him then. I thought he was just being mean even thought you called me the exact same thing when you found out what I did. I think I- I think I might have been deliberately taking everything he's said to me the wrong way so that I didn't have to face the truth." She told him quietly , looking down at the floor between them for a moment as she really thought about their past together .

Chewing on the inside of cheek as the lines between covering for max and telling the truth blurred until her honest feelings were spilling from her lips like the red wine she had been drinking all night long .

Charles looked at her curiously "and what's the truth?" He asked her quietly, giving up on being mad at her for keeping something like this from him as soon as he saw her swallow, eyes going glossy as she let out a long , shaky sigh.

A small, pitiful laugh escaping her as she shook her head at herself . "Fucking hell Charles...I like him. I like that asshole. I like his stupid jokes and his sarcasm. I like his bluntness and his lack of filter. I like the way we  both laugh when we watch someone fall over instead of helping them.." she breathed out so in her own thoughts about max that she missed the squint of the eyes Charles gave her as she casually told him that she and max liked to laugh at people getting hurt.

"He- as stupid as it seems- he gets me. He's just as much of a cunt as I am!" She giggled , biting down on her bottom lip to suppress the silly grin that wanted to appear . Snapping out of her tipsy daze and looking back up at her best friend who was now just watching her silently, a look of realisation on his face .

There was a moment of silence between them before Charles slowly nodded his head , coming to a understanding then.

"I suppose I should of expected this really." He sighed, smiling at her as he brought her into a side hug. Seeing the way max kept peering over at them as he waited by the exit doors for them to be done talking.

“I Should have known that he liked you when you lost your phone on that night out . You and max were bickering about how stupidly clumsily you are..you ended up nearly fighting him in the parking lot. It was a pretty nasty fight." He recalled with a small laugh . "And then- then the next day he casually dropped a new phone into your bag alongside some painkillers for that hangover you had." He mused, smiling now. Wondering how he didn't see it sooner.

It was cherries turn to be speechless. Swallowing soundlessly as she glanced over at max who was texting on his phone as he waited for them impatiently . She could almost hear him huff and puff from here.

Then her phone buzzed in her hands and she glanced down at it to see max texting her.

Hurry the fuck up Cherrie! Do I need to remind you that You're wearing a dress?? Ten more minutes and your legs will turn into ice blocks. Do you want to get hypothermia?? Let's goooo!! Now!

She giggled and shut off her phone, a giddy feeling entering her chest as she looked back up into the knowing eyes of her best friend.

"Yeah..he did do that. That's not something someone who hated me would do is it?" It was more spoken to herself than Charles. Realisation hitting her hard.

And as she made a hasty goodbye to her best friend, she hurried back over to max as quickly as she could on her heels. Max rolling his eyes at her as she nearly tripped down the three steps that led to the open street.

Taking ahold of her arm to pull her into his side , wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her as they began their walk back to her apartment.

Huffing at her as he looked down at the sky high heels on her feet . "They make your legs look beautiful but there not good for you. You should keep a spare pair of trainers or flats in my car for next time.." he told her casually , stopping in his tracks for a moment as he slid himself  around to the other side of her body So that he was the one walking on the side of the path closest to the road instead.

Then they continued walking as though nothing had happened . Cherrie leaning her cheek against his arm to hide her smile , sighing contently as she cuddled into his side. Sliding her arm around his own waist and squeezing his hip gently.

"Next time? There's gonna be a next time?" Her voice was quite and surprised.

Max just glanced down at her with a blank look on his face. No expression as he casually answered her (more like informed her) that "yes. There's going to be a lot more ‘next times’ . I liked getting dinner with you and our friends so we're definitely doing this again."

Cherrie just rolled her eyes at him with a snicker. Pinching his waist and making him flinch, shooting her a look to behave.

She pinched him again, laughing when he cursed her name loudly into the almost silent street. Still not removing himself from her side.

"Ok boyfriend. You can put my converse in your car then... maybe some sweatpants too." She mumbled tiredly . Yawning dramatically and missing the way max smiled to himself , his cheeks going pink as she called him her boyfriend so easily.

Neither were very good liars . Their feelings were written all over their flushed faces . It was a good job then that it was too dark to see the love in their eyes as they cuddled all the way home.

The next night and Cherrie let herself into Max's apartment excitedly , kicking off her shoes and hanging up her coat before rushing into the front room and scaring the living shit out of max who hadn't heard her come in.

"Max!" She exclaimed loudly , throwing herself over the back of the couch and landing clumsily by his side as he jumped half a foot into the air.

Gasping loudly in shock as he clutched at his racing heart with his hand, slapping her thigh scoldingly as he looked at her with wide eyes. "Cherrie you can't do that! I almost had a heart attack!" He shouted in shock. Leaning back against the couch with a huff as he tried to calm his poor pounding heart down again.

She just laughed and turned so that she was facing him on the couch. Crossing her legs beneath her with a grin as she held out her hand to him excitedly.

"Look what I found! It's you!" She exclaimed while showing him the toy redbull car that she had bought while getting gum at the local store.

Max glanced between her proud grin and the small toy car, feeling himself soften as he smiled back at her softly. Gently taking the car from her as he looked at it in amusement . "No Ferrari?" He couldn't help but remark. Smirking at her as she got comfortable beside him.

Glancing up at the tv and gasping once she noticed which movie was playing. A smug laugh escaping her as she slapped his arm "you're watching the labyrinth! You told me that you hated it!" She accused him, squinting her eyes at him.

Max pursed his lips, avoiding her knowing gaze. "Yeah well.. I changed my mind. Plus you talk about it so much that I thought I might as well give it a second chance.." he mumbled , fiddling with the toy car in his hands for something to do.

Cherrie smiled, heart melting . "Aw! Look at you- watching something just because I like it!"

He huffed "I didn't do it for you." He stubbornly denied.

She smirked . "Yes you did! I told you last night that the goblin king is the love of my life and now you're watching it! Your competition!" She teased him.

Max side eyed her. Crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. "I thought you didn't believe in falling in love." He threw back at her. Smirking smugly when she fell silent.

Looking at him quietly for a moment before clearing her throat , scratching at her collarbone awkwardly. "That- things change. And I didn't say that I didn't believe in love-"

Max scoffed , shifting on the couch and stretching out his legs so that they encased her body between them. Used the heel of his foot to press into the bottom of her back, pushing her between his legs even further, Without a word even being said.

Cherrie just shuffled over and wrapped her arm around his bent knee. Resting her chin on her arm as she looked at him. Their faces only a hands length away.

"You said that falling in love is for stupid people." He stated matter of factly . Amused as he carefully slid his arms around her lower hips , watching closely for her reaction to his touch.

She just sank into him with a soft sigh, picking at a loose thread on his jeans. Eyes to his neck instead of meeting his own As she mumbled "yeah well- I categorise myself as stupid people sometimes." Quietly. Barely audible if they hadn't had been so close.

Max paused. Eyeing her closely as he felt his heart Jump in his chest. One hand sliding up from her hip to her waist as he gave it a gentle squeeze, never taking his eyes from her pretty face. Inhaling deeply as he watched the way her nose twitched , her eyelashes fluttering as she refused to meet his curious gaze.

"Yeah? You believe in it now?" The hope in his voice sickened him. Yet the way she sheepishly  glanced up to him with a shy smile tugging at her painted red lips had him grinning like a fool.

Maybe he categorised himself as stupid people now too.  Only if she did as well.

She sighed shakily , carefully wrapping her arms around his neck and playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Tugging at it gently between her fingers as Max's eyelids lowered , tilting his head up to her as she knelt up on her knees so that she was above him now.

It gave her the confidence to laugh softly , taking in the way his breathing grew uneven beneath her. His face a permanent shade of red since the moment she had arrived.

She smiled down at him in defeat. "Yeah I do. Some mean little bitch made me fall in love even though I didn't want to. And even though I still want to strangle him sometimes.." she leaned her face down closer to his own so that their noses brushed together gently .

Max let out a soft laugh, their darkened eyes briefly meeting before they fluttered closed again.

"Don't talk about yourself like that." He breathed out teasingly before closing the gap between them and kissing her before she could say something snarky back to him again.

He kissed her like he should have kissed her so long ago. Clinging onto her body as she lowered herself down above him, fingers sliding into his hair to pull his head back as she deepened the kiss. Straddling his hips as he slid his hands up her thighs , taking the soft material of her dress up with his fingers too.

Between hungry kisses, max panted against her mouth breathlessly "you-this isn't fake Cherrie." Needing her to know that this had never been fake to him. Not even for one moment.

Was it a stupid idea to trick her into being his 'fake' girlfriend instead of just finding his balls and asking her out? Maybe a little bit.

But did he really care? No fucking way. Because at the end of the day he had the love of his life straddling his lap with her dress riding up her hips as she kissed him like he was her air, their tongues brushing together messily as she cupped his jaw and scraped her nails against his scalp while she grinded her hips down onto his own.

Max moaning lowly against her swollen lips as she smirked smugly, nudging their noses together as she whispered . "I know max." Her fingers hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt .

Max panted as he followed her rushed movements, quickly pulling her dress up over her head. Eyes wide and lips parted in awe as he gazed down at her body , swallowing thickly as his heart raced in his chest.

"You do? You get it now?" He muttered against her skin as he kissed over her shoulder and down to her chest . Pulling her closer to him till there was no space between them. The toy car falling to the ground as max flipped them over so that her back was against the couch with him hovering over her this time.

Pulling away to breath , he looked down at her with a  affectionate smirk tugging at his swollen and stained red lips. Panting breathlessly as Cherrie looked up at him with a small smile .

"That you like me?"

He huffed out a laugh . That was an understatement.

"That I love you moron. And I want this to be real.

No more play pretend." He corrected her, heart in his mouth as he waited for her reaction to his love.

But Cherrie just smiled and nodded her head casually . Wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him close again, running her fingers through his hair.

"Okay. Sounds good." Was all she muttered. Giggling girlishly at the way Max's eyes went wide , his breathing hitching as he looked down at her in surprise.

"Okay? That easy?" He couldn't believe it. Having expected some bickering or smart ass comments on her behalf.

Instead he was getting soft eyes and an open heart. Max almost wanted to cry when she smiled up at him as though everything was going to okay.

Because it was. Finally.

"That easy." She confirmed kissing him again , smiling against his lips as she murmured. "I love you max. You're such a asshole but you’re my asshole."

Max couldn't have kissed her any harder if he tried. Then his pants went flying over their heads, her bra landing on a lamp in the corner of the room as max showed her just how much he loved her right there on his couch.

Completely forgetting about their guests for the evening who let themselves in after knocking for a while and getting no answer.

Charles Impatiently huffing as he held the bags full of takeout in his hands while Lando held onto a bottle of champagne for them to share.

"What if he's murdered her?" Charles worried after knocking for the fourth time and getting no answer. His protectiveness kicking in full force. Cherrie was his best friend and as much as he could see now that they liked each other. He still didn't trust max in the slightest.

In his head .. no man would ever be good enough for his best friend.

Lando snorted a laugh "don't you mean her killing max? Cherrie is the crazy one." He said while grinning.

Charles frowned over at him "she's not crazy . She's-" he struggled to find the right word for her chaotic behaviour. "She's-creative." He settled with.

Lando giggled at him "yeah . Creative with her threats. Didn't she say she was going to unhinge his jaw if he ever ate her pasta again last month when we were getting lunch at the track?" He reminded him in amusement.

Charles sighed loudly , looking exasperated. "Obviously! It was good pasta and max just ate it all!" He defended her easily . "And anyways- oh my god-" he paused mid sentence as they both froze as they heard noises coming from inside the apartment.

A loud whine and grunting had both Charles and Lando freezing warily, exchanging concerned glances as they then glanced back to the door in front of them.

Another loud scream had Lando worriedly biting his nails . "You don't think they're - you don't think that they are actually killing each other so you? It's sounds like someone's in pain!" He whisper shouted at Charles. Clutching onto his oversized bottle of champagne worriedly.

They heard cursing and then Max's voice grunting "Cherrie-fuck! I'm gonna-" before a woman's cry sounded out through the door.

And automatically Charles thought the worst. Eyes widening as worry shot through him like a sharp arrow to his chest.

"I knew that something was wrong! He's attacking her!" He exclaimed angrily before bursting through Max's door without any hesitation. Ready to rescue his best friend from his evil clutches. Lando quickly scurrying after him .

"Cherrie! Don't worry I'm here to save you-!" He called out loudly as they both came skidding around the hallway corridor and into the front room.

Screeching to a abrupt stop as Lando let out a shriek of horror from beside him as they looked at the scene playing out in front of them.

Both max and Cherrie's head snapping over to them in shock. Naked and tangled around each other , and definitely not fighting .

"Oh my god. You guys are fucking." Charles blurted out in shock. Glancing between the two of them with a sheepish chuckle as the both of them slapped their hands over their eyes quickly.

Lando was gagging frantically beside him "my eyes! My eyes! I've just seen Max's-"

Max huffed loudly as he carefully rolled off of Cherrie , passing her his shirt to throw on as he pulled his boxers back up over his hips. Glaring at the two of them in annoyance .

"What the fuck?! Can't you knock?!" He shouted at them with a scowl as he buttoned his shirt to cover up cherries body. Untucking her messy 'I've just had sex' hair from the collar so that it wouldn't pull at her scalp painfully .

Charles scoffed at him "we did! Like a hundred times! We heard noises and thought someone was in pain!" He defended them loudly .

Lando still moaning like he was scarred for life beside him. Bashing his head against the wall as he tried to get the image of Max's ass and dick from his brain to go away.

Cherrie just giggled as she got off the couch, making sure that the shirt covered everything it needed to before bouncing over to their friends shamelessly, unbothered by being caught mid fuck. It wasn't the first time that this had happened in her life , probably wouldn't be the last either.

"We really need to lock the door behind us next time." Max muttered with a annoyed sigh . Running a hand through his hair that was ticking up in every direction , glancing over at Cherrie and silently admiring the way she looked in his shirt .

"I don't know why you're so pale Charles. You've walked in on me getting railed before." She casually mentioned as she walked into the kitchen to get them large glasses for the champagne that Lando had brought.

Charles scowled at the both of them while Lando collapsed onto the dining table chair, taking deep breaths and unable to look max in his eye now.

Max scowled too at the thought of Cherrie with anybody else , huffing underneath his breath as he snatched the bags of takeaway from Charles hand so that he could plate them up.

"But-but it's max! It's very different! I didn't know all those guys!" He exclaimed. Glaring at max in disgust. "Defiling my best friend! How dare you!"

Max rolled his eyes "shut up. She's fucked around with half of the top favourite footballers and actors.. and singers.. and billionaires and-"

Cherrie frowned over at her now real boyfriend "hey! Do you mind not making me sound like a slut max?"

He just gave her a pointed look. Kissing the side of her head apologetically as he passed her to get the plates.  "Cherrie. I love you so much but- there was about two years of you slutting around. It's nothing to be ashamed of. We all have a past.” He simply replied.

Cherrie pulled a face back at them "I'm not ashamed. I'm proud of myself . It's quite impressive really isn't it? And about three of them wanted to marry me-" she proudly grinned. Reaching up to give max a quick kiss before forcing Charles to sit down at the table, seemingly still frozen in shock by the doorway, still traumatised from what they had walked into.

Max scoffed and pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes at her as he slid her plate of food to her first. "The only man you'll be marrying is me." He stated to her casually like it was no big deal.

Charles looked like he was about to have a stroke. While Lando had quickly gotten over his horror as soon as the plate of food was put in front of him.

Glancing up from his plate as he shovelled a spoonful of noodles onto his mouth, looking over at Cherrie curiously. "Cherrie?"

"Yeah?" She slid Charles a extra large glass of champagne. Patting his back encouragingly as he gaped between her and max, still in shock.

"Are your tits real?" He asked her. Genuinely curious .

Max and Charles snapped their heads over to him in disbelief . "Lando!"

Max scowled "that's my girlfriend ! Watch it!"

Cherrie just smiled and nodded her head, completely unbothered as she dug into her food. Max wrapping his hand around the arm of her chair and pulling at it, with her sitting in it calmly, pulling it to be beside him so that they were side by side instead.

"Yeah they are. Nice huh?" She winked at Lando jokingly. Patting Max's thigh when he glared at her, huffing at her in disbelief.

Lando grinned , laughing loudly at the look on Max's face . Enjoying winding him up far too much now.

"Very lovely." He agreed with a grin before motioning between the two of them with his finger. "So.. this is very real then? The two of you?"

Cherrie and max glanced at eachother with knowing smirks, laughing beneath their breaths. She nudged Max's arm gently with her own, max leaning down to give her another kiss. Just because he could now.

And also because he loved seeing the way Charles grimaced at him in disgust . "Best friend stealer." Charles mouthed at him with narrowed eyes. Miming stabbing him with his fork.

Max just snorted and gave him the middle finger.

He grinned "it's always been real. We're in love and this.." he looked down at Cherrie with nothing with love in his eyes. "Is a forever thing. So you might as well get used to seeing me around her now Charles. Because she my best friend now."

And Cherrie had to hold Charles back before he could throw himself across the dining table for that comment.

Giving her smirking , finally real , boyfriend a shake of her head as he continued to wind up Charles for the rest of the night. Deliberately kissing her in front of him and telling Charles that if he was lucky he could be one of her bridesmaids at their future wedding.

And just like that. They were in love. And their friends were traumatised for life.

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Basketball Club's Camping Cuddles

Coach Vargas said the tents can hold one or two students, but how about two and (technically) a half student?

NOTE: I only write for female reader, but everyone is welcome to read it!

Poly Relationships between club members (Character/Reader/Character)

Ace is a brat, Floyd is a biter. Jamil is pretty.

Maybe part one of a series? Maybe not?

— (っ˘▽˘)(˘▽˘)˘▽˘ς)

— Jamil/Reader/Floyd

Jamil has no idea how this has become his life (that's a lie, he absolutely knows), but trying to fluff pillows with almost two meters of eel trying to lay on his lap like an extremely oversized dog is not how he imagined his life going... Not that he is complaining. Much. Floyd's loopy smiles and soft bites to his waist are very endearing.

"Aww, look at you two~"

And here comes the third member of their odd trio, the one that somehow managed to bring all of them together. It had been quite the rollercoaster of feelings and misunderstandings, what with Jamil's denial, Floyd's obliviousness and (Y/N)'s stubborness. They all cried at least once during their Relationship Talk™ (™ courtesy of their girlfriend). Grim woke up to the three of them cuddling on the run down couch of Ramshackle Dorm, and Jamil learned the hard way that Floyd running and Floyd flying are practically synonyms when he panicked over being late to make Kalim's breakfast.

And that eels can run very well carrying two people and a cat in their arms.

"Shrimpy~!"

"Not so loud," Jamil whisper-yells, shoving a pillow on Floyd's face, knowing that won't stop his boyfriend anyways. "She's not supposed to be here, remember?"

"If she's not supposed to be here, why you fluffing her pillow, Sea Snake~?" Jamil can't see it, but he knows Floyd has his toothy grin on show. "And the spare blanket in your bag-"

"Aww, Jamil" (Y/N) coos, closing the tent behind her and kneeling near them. She leans forwards and he gladly takes the greeting kiss offered. "It's a good thing Vargas made me and Grim sleep on a tent outside, it's easier to sneak out."

"You could've been in danger, though," he watches as his girlfriend takes the pillow from his hands and places it down, kissing Floyd softly, the eel giggling in happiness.

"Considering I'm under Crowley's 'care', danger has become an old friend."

"I'll gladly squeeze him for ya, Shrimpy!"

"Maybe in the future. Right now, I just wanna cuddle with my boys."

Thankfully, the eel doesn't feel like being a brat tonight, so other than demanding goodnight kisses from both of them, he goes to bed willingly. Floyd's kisses are always electric, alluring, dangerous, and funnily enough, the viper is the one attracted to that sweet poison. (Y/N)'s kisses are gentler, kinder, firmer, ensuring him that everything is alright and he is safe.

"Where did you leave Grim?" he asks, because he knows best than anyone what she would never leave her furry companion to face any danger.

"I left Grim with Ace, to help him stay awake and keep his mouth shut."

Floyd giggles again, pulling her down to lay where their makeshift beds meet, her back pressed against his chest. Jamil takes his place on the other side of their girlfriend, covering them with the blankets to stop the chilly mountain air to get to them. His face finds the crook of her neck, her and Floyd's arms find his waist.

Glued together, they sleep.

— (っ˘▽˘)(˘▽˘)˘▽˘ς)

— Jamil/Reader/Ace

"You are the most infuriating person I've ever had the displeasure of meeting and I have to teach Kalim basic decency every single day."

"You wanna kiss me so bad, it makes you look stupid~"

Ace laughs when Jamil groans, enjoying the annoyed but still helplessly endeared expression on his pretty face. Seven, Jamil is so pretty, it's unfair. If Ace were a little less confident (cocky, Jamil would correct him if he could read minds), Ace would be wondering how the hell did he score someone like that.

But, then again, Ace managed to score (Y/N) too, and the Housewarden of Ramshackle is the biggest catch in the whole school.

Speaking of her.

"Floyd is having so much fun scaring the fairies, I feel a little bad for them."

"The more entertained he is, the less headache for us," Jamil promptly answers, offering her one of his rare soft smiles.

He unfairly gets the first greeting kiss, but Ace is always ready to upstage anyone. When she turns to him, he cups her face and kisses her deeply, practically pulling her to his lap. She's blushing cutely when they separate, and the redhead can only pretend he isn't just as red despite being the one to start it.

"We're here to sleep, not make out."

"Again, Jams, if you want a kiss, just kiss me, no need to play tsundere~"

Much to his surprise, the Vice Housewarden does exactly that, grabbing the first year's jacket and tugging him forward until their lips meet.

Jamil's kisses are warm, scalding even, they taste of spice and whispers, they make Ace's heart speed up and his lips tingle. Ace barely has any time to breath before he's being brought to another kiss, this time with their girlfriend. Her kisses are lukewarm, like before bed tea, sweet and fluffy like a dream, making his heart slow in a satisfied hum.

Next thing he knows, they're all cuddling together under the covers, enjoying the closeness they rarely are able to enjoy at school.

— (っ˘▽˘)(˘▽˘)˘▽˘ς)

— Floyd/Reader/Ace

"Don't bite me!"

"But you're soooo soft~"

Floyd giggles when Crabby glares at him, his big eyes and blushing cheeks making him look like a pouting little crab. Makes him want to bite his Crabby even more, and squeeze him real good.

"You guys are biting and no one called me?"

"Shrimpy~!"

"Shhh, not so loud. Jamil may not care, but the others might," Shrimp scolds him, but her smile and the playful boop to his nose contradict her words. She's so soft and pretty, he wants to bite her.

So he does. And she answers with a cute little squeal and giggle, gently biting him back. No matter how many times he assures her that he can take her bites, what with her flat teeth and weak human jaw, she still insists on being gentle. Someone so delicate treating him so delicately is so fun to see~

In contrast, Crab has no problem sinking his teeth on Floyd's shoulder, trying his best to leave a mark as dark as Floyd usually leaves on them. Luckily for him, Floyd's human form has softer skin than his merfolk form, and he manages to leave a big purple bruise. So fun, he is so fun~

"Now, let's to sleep! Coach Lob– Vargas is going to wake us up really early tomorrow."

Floyd giggles at her slip up, not resisting the sudden urge to kiss her pretty lips. He has never resisted that urge, anyway. Her kisses always start a bit shy, but soon enough she's biting his lips back and running her nails up and down his neck, going from a helpless Shrimpy to a treacherous Siren.

"I'm feeling like a third wheel here," Crabby complains, arms crossed. Azul likes to say Floyd is a brat, but he has never seen this side of Crabby, and he shall never see it if the merman has any say on it.

Instead of answering, the eel breaks the kiss with their girlfriend and kisses the complaining crab. Kisses with Crabby are fun too, starting with the redhead trying to dominate Floyd the best he can, full of determination and rebellion. He has yet to win, though, for Floyd enjoys making him give in and melt, becoming docile like an anemone.

The night goes by far too quickly, if you ask Floyd. One moment they're all laughing under the blankets, exchanging kisses and bites, the next Coach Lobster is waking them up with his annoying loud voice.

Floyd has a sudden urge to have lobster for breakfast.

[m-jelly]

I love your writings so much!😊 I hope your having a good day and doing good. ❤ You do not have to do this but I would appreciate it 🙏

Can I request a Levi x reader where she burns out emotionally easily and no body really knows cause she is really good at leaving before it happens. But when her and Levi start dating he still doesn't know and then one day they are in his office doing paperwork and drinking tea, while she talking about her day and then all of a sudden her smile falls, her body slumps, her eyes look dull/numb, and she stops talking. How would he react? Would he notice when she is almost out of energy in public? Like how would he handle it?

Happy to do this because I have been like this a lot recently, very drained so this was really therapeutic to make.

@ladycheesington <3

Painful burnout

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, fluff, romance, being a couple, emotional reader, emotional support, supportive Levi, mental health talk.

While assisting your boyfriend on his paperwork and enjoying tea, you suddenly burnout emotionally. Levi notices, you talk and he supports you.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

A delicious scent of tea and a soft scribbling of paper against pen filled Levi's office. Now and then one pen would stop moving so the owner of it could gaze at the person they loved so deeply. No matter how much he gazed at you, Levi could never get over how you were his.

To Levi, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Every little feature and expression made his heart sing with joy. He wanted to learn everything he could about you. It was so exciting to learn new things about you, but sometimes it worried him.

As he watched you the lovely bright sparkle in your eyes started to dull. The gentle smile you had dropped instantly and your skin went a bit pale. Something wasn't right. The closer he looked the more it clicked in his head what was wrong, you were done emotionally. Levi had felt exactly how you looked before.

Levi reached over and took your hand in his. As softly as possible he said your name, but you didn't respond. He leaned a little to see tears filling your eyes. He lifted your hand to his lips and gently kissed. The shaking started next and then you dropped your head. Levi kissed your hand again.

He shifted closer to you. "It's okay. You're okay. You're safe."

With your free hand, you covered your mouth with your hand and sobbed a bit. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It really is."

You looked up at Levi to see a gentle and loving look in his eyes. "I just...I'm so drained. I don't want you to think it's you. I adore you, Levi. It's just all this work and the expectations. I'm drained."

He reached over and wiped your tears away. "I understand what you mean and know that it's okay. You know, I'm honoured brat that you felt like you could be this way with me."

You leaned your cheek against his hand and smiled a little. "You make me feel safe." You closed your eyes for a moment before looking at Levi. "Do you feel this way sometimes?"

He nodded. "People drain me. I like my own company or yours. I have cried myself to sleep at night. I have sat for ages in showers because I can't bring myself to move. Life hurts, but there are joys." He blushed hard. "You're my joy."

You giggled a bit as the light returned to your eyes. "You're mine too."

"I'm not the best with words, so I can offer hugs."

You dove into Levi's arms and whined. "You're wonderful."

He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you. "You're the wonderful one. You can talk to me whenever you want, okay? I'm here for you and if you just want to sit, cuddle or work in silence to recharge then I'm happy to do that."

You closed your eyes as you listened to his beating heart. "Mm, thank you. Same to you."

"I will hold you to that." He hummed a laugh. "Want to cuddle in bed with me for a bit? No talking, just cuddles?"

"Please."

He picked you up and carried you to his room. "All right, let's give you all the cuddles."

[mangoshorthand]

Could you possibly do Five x Reader where Five and the reader have a fight and the reader storms off. The next time Five sees them, they're in the infirmity, comatose, and no one is sure when, or even IF, the reader will wake up. Five has to sit with his regrets that the last thing he said was something he didn't mean and that he wasn't there to protect them when they needed it. When the Reader wakes up, Five breaks down in happiness, giving the reader all the love he can. Heavy Angst with a bit of fluff cause I like happy endings. Lol. Thank you!

This gave me serious flashbacks to the end of No Hard Feelings. Hope you enjoy this. Nothing like a bit of angst. Here ya go!

Dickhead Sugar Daddy | Five Hargreeves / GN Reader Words: 2.8k, rated T

It was such a stupid fight. He didn’t even believe what he said the moment he said it.

He insisted that you take that money. He wasn’t the type of guy to beg, but he came damn close. He watched you struggling to pay medical debt for an entire year before you let him pay it off for you. Until then, you were too proud to accept his help. He told you again and again that it wasn’t a big deal. It was only in four figures and his father left behind more money than he could ever use, even when divided among all his siblings. 

“I’d give it to a friend,” he said, “even if you and I don’t work out, it doesn’t matter. Gotta be honest, I wouldn’t even notice if that amount disappeared from one of my accounts. You owe me nothing, okay?”

He could tell it made you uncomfortable and, truth be told, he didn’t much like the feeling of being a sexagenarian trust fund brat so out of touch with ordinary life that this amount of money wasn’t even a blip on his radar. After you finally accepted his offer, he hoped you could both just forget about it.

So why had he been such a colossal asshole?

The argument was about housework on top and booze underneath. Neither of you wanted to state the obvious fact that Five’s binge-drinking was becoming a problem so, instead, you fought about the consequences.

“God, turn that thing off, will you?” he shouted, irritably over the roar of the vacuum.

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Well, I’m sorry, darling,” he said, testily, “I just feel like shit, alright? I don’t need the goddamn vacuum in my ear.”

“Well, sorry Five, but the world doesn’t stop because you’ve got a hangover. My friend’s coming tomorrow and you promised we’d clean up today.”

“Here’s the thing: this is your friend, not mine.”

“But this is our home,” you snapped back, “we both live here and this is half your mess. You’ve been shitty about this all week.”

“Oh, so I can’t be busy?” he replied, smiling sarcastically.

“Oh yeah. So ‘busy’,” you said, doing the air quotes that would have made him punt you through a wall were you absolutely anybody else, “- busy farting around with math and looking for non-existent paradoxes around every corner.”

“It’s theoretical physics, moron. Maybe your tiny brain can’t comprehend what I’m doing, but I can assure you it’s more important than the shitty job you do all day.”

“Oh wow.” you said, laughing disbelievingly, “Well fuck you, dickhead.”

“Yeah?” he said, fire behind his eyes, “well don’t come crying to this dickhead the next time you need a sugar daddy.”

Your mouth dropped open. You stood there, frozen, looking into his face. Later, Five thought it could have gone either way in that moment: if only he’d apologized, perhaps he could still have stopped it. 

But he would never know, because he didn’t apologize: he just let his shittiest, most insolent smile spread across his face.

You threw down the vacuum, grabbed your jacket and left without looking back.

At the time, Five considered it a job well done, only glad for the opportunity to rest his banging head. Over the following days, however, he would play your departure over and over in his head, scouring his memory for everything that proved his guilt.

You were agitated; probably too agitated to pay attention: his fault.

You were hurt; perhaps hurt enough to do something impulsive: his fault. 

You were enraged; maybe your final thoughts as you stepped off the sidewalk were of how much you hated him. And it was all his fault.

He didn’t even know he was your emergency contact.

By the time the phone rang, he’d hauled himself off his ass and cleaned in preparation for your friend’s visit. He also guiltily made a reservation at your favorite restaurant, hoping to apologise over dinner.

So when he answered the phone, he expected your voice:

“Hi. Can I speak to Mr Hargreeves?”

It wasn’t your voice. It was a stranger. 

“There are a few of us,” he replied, “you’re gonna have to be more specific there.”

“Mr Five Hargreeves?”

“Speaking.”

“Right. Hello. Uh- I’m a paramedic. I found this number in a patient’s phone’s I.C.E.”

 He could barely register the rest of her explanation. As soon as he heard those four words: ‘hit by a bus’, his entire body went cold. His stalled brain could only repeat it again and again as horror encroached slowly into every fiber of his body.

Hit by a bus. A bus?...Hit by a bus?

He was only brought back to a sense of the here and now by the repeated summons of the voice on the other end of the line.

“Sir?....Sir?”

“Hit by a bus?” he asked, weakly, trying to keep a firm handle on his swimming head.

“Sir, I think you should sit down.”

He took the advice and collapsed into the straight-backed chair beside the phone, eyes fixed straight ahead of himself.

“I’m sitting down. I sat down.”

“Good. Now listen to me: you should try to get here as soon as possible. Give me your address and I’ll call you a cab, okay?”

“I don’t need a-”

“Sir,” the voice said, sternly, “give me your address. You don’t sound like you’re in a fit state to drive.”

Drive? He could as easily drive as he could fly right now. His legs trembled beneath him, his brain sending confusing, bewildered signals. He never folded in stressful situations, yet here he was shaking like a leaf.

“Sir?”

“My brothers,” he blurted, “I’ll get a ride from one of them.”

The paramedic was satisfied with this and gave him the hospital name again very slowly and deliberately. After accepting her good wishes and slamming the phone back in its cradle, he willed his body back into action, stumbling down the stairs and screaming for anyone who might be around.

Lila answered his call, and one look at his shocked, white face told her that this was serious. 

As soon as he could have expected, he was entering your hospital room. Lila offered to accompany him, but he dismissed her with muted thanks. This was something he had to face alone. 

Your face: bruised purple and cuts newly stitched. Your left leg: in a cast that went all the way up. But the doctors weren’t worried about the broken bones, they were worried by the head injury.

Comatose.

You were comatose because of him.

Standing there in the doorway, he was hit by his own bus. His guts constricted, breath catching in his chest. 

“Don’t come crying to this dickhead next time you need a sugar daddy.”

As his own words echoed back to him, he squeezed his eyes closed, shutting out the sight and trying to gather himself. But it was too late. He whooped in a breath and felt the hot sting of suppressed tears behind his eyes.

All he could do was wait, they told him. The brain had a remarkable capacity to repair itself, they said. You might wake up and be just fine...but you also might not wake up at all. 

He swiped at his face with his forearm. 

Seconds were useless now: you needed seconds as soon as you stepped out into the road. If only he’d followed and apologized like he should have done immediately, he would have been there. He might have stopped it happening before it did, or he could have wound back time and undone it. 

But now, hours since you were hit? His puny time-travel powers couldn’t help, not without decades of planning and tinkering and paradox-proofing. Perhaps more years than he had left to live.

If only he hadn’t been such a cunt in the first place. None of it would have happened.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, from behind his own forearm held across his face, “Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

He sat at your bedside, teeth gritted against the tears he wouldn’t give himself the luxury of crying. He held your hand tight, as if torrential water might sweep you away were it not for him anchoring you.

He held your hand as if his grip might tether you to life.

And his mind preyed upon itself.

Yet again, his own selfishness had hurt someone he loved. And this time it was the person he loved more than anything. First, he abandoned his siblings for the sake of his own ego and now he’d probably killed you because he was a cruel, spiteful asshole.

“Don’t come crying to this dickhead next time you need a sugar daddy.”

He sat in silence for the rest of the daylight hours, listening to your heart monitor. Every new beep was a relief, the spaces between were looming and fear-filled. The silence held the possibility that the next beep might never come. 

When darkness fell and the hospital’s bustle fell to a low ebb, he leaned forward and laid his head beside yours on the pillow.

“Please don’t die.”

And hearing himself say it was all it took for the dam to break. He couldn’t keep the tears in anymore. He cried like he hadn’t cried since those first years in the apocalypse, when he’d still been young enough to sob ‘I wanna go home!’ and ‘I want my mom!’ into the unhearing wasteland. 

“Please.” he said, burying his red, tear-streaked face in your hair, “Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it. I promise I didn’t.” 

He tore in two or three gasping breaths.

“Please, angel. Don’t leave me. I can’t- I can’t-”

But he was crying too hard to speak. He raised his fist to his mouth and bit down on it to contain the wails clawing their way up his throat and threatening to burst bounds.

Cutting white teeth marks into his knuckles, he cried it out until he could control himself; until his voice could stay steady.

“You gotta wake up,” he whispered, “I can’t do this on my own anymore. I need you, okay? I’ll be better. I’ll be whatever you need me to be. Just don’t leave me.”

Another shaky breath.

“-you’re the fucking love of my life. I love you so much and without you I can’t even- I can’t.”

He screwed up his eyes again, trying to keep himself from re-dissolving.

“I can’t imagine getting up without you any more. I can’t imagine going to sleep without you. There wouldn’t be any point, y’know? I may as well just…”

He never finished the sentence. He felt like muscles and tendons in his chest were being pulled apart by strong hands.

Day time. He hadn’t slept, hadn’t washed, hadn’t eaten. He spent most of his time in the chair beside the bed, holding your hand in his, but he occasionally perched beside you on the bed, stroking your hair and talking almost nonstop.

“You’re gonna have to wake up soon, darling.” he said, “They say they’ll have to give you a feeding tube if you’re asleep for much longer. You won’t like that. So how about this: you always hate it when I don’t eat. You loom over me while I’m working and make me eat. So- how do you like this: I’m not gonna eat until you do.”

He made a satisfied noise as if you’d responded.

“Exactly- you don’t want that, do you. So you gotta wake up- it's the only way you can make sure I eat. I've got you there, haven't I?”

He looked down at his own hand over yours. 

“And, to sweeten the deal, if you wake up before they have to put the feeding tube in, you get breakfast in bed every day for two months after we get home. And I’ll massage your feet on demand. Shit, I’ll let the world end rather than miss a single minute with you. I’m going to be better. I’ll do better with the booze. I swear, I’m going to be the perfect man. You deserve that. You deserve better. Please. Just wake up.”

What started off as light humor had devolved again into the desperate bargaining of the night.

He looked down at his shoes and felt exhaustion wash over him. He rubbed at his eyes with the palm of one hand and wished he had the faith requisite to pray. 

A groan.

His head snapped back up so abruptly that it twinged his neck. His eyes scanned your face for any sign of life and found none. Just as he thought he’d imagined the sound, your hand twitched in his.

“Oh my God,” he whispered.

Eyebrows knitted, he sprang to his feet and called your name urgently, leaning towards you and resisting the urge to take you by the shoulders and shake you.

“Come on,” he urged, “say something. Open your eyes. Please, just let me know you’re in there.”

Slowly, and seemingly with as much effort as if your eyelids were weighted with iron, your eyes drifted open. They were vague and bloodshot, but they held his gaze.

“That’s it!” he said.

Tears, of joy this time, fell thick and fast again.

“Oh, thank fuck. I can’t believe it. Oh, fuck.”

Your mouth opened and a rusty voice spoke.

“Hello.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He bent towards you and held you to him as tightly as he could in your delicate state. His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. Relief and euphoria rushed through his every atom. He kissed your forehead, each cheek and peppered several more across your nose and chin. He was too uncontrolled, too carried away by his own gladness to have finesse. Each kiss made a gentle smack against your skin.

“Who are you?” came your voice. 

And it was like the sun going in. He straightened up, cautiously. 

“It’s Five, angel,” he said, gently, “You remember me, right?”

“I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

His breath caught in his throat. 

You had a brain injury. For some reason he hadn’t prepared himself for the fact that some things might be permanently broken. 

But then your face broke into a hazy smile, and a halting creak issued from your chest. If he wasn’t mistaken, that sounded like-

“Ah wait, you’re that dickhead sugar daddy I know, aren’t you?”

You were laughing. You were fucking with him.

Another wave of relief coursed through him. He bent again and kissed you with a pumping heart and tightening lungs. His lips parted yours, desperate, tender and giddy.

“I love you,” he said, between kisses,”I love you, I love you. I c-can’t believe you’re okay!”

And again he was sobbing. He laid his forehead on yours and cried unashamedly into your face. One of your hands drifted slowly upwards and came to rest heavily on his shoulder. He cried that way for a few minutes while you looked up at him dreamily. 

Eventually, when his crying began to lessen, you began to giggle slightly madly. He withdrew, looking down at you in a moment of confusion. 

And then it hit him: the dosage of medication.

You laughed harder, your hand coming to thump him on the shoulder as something hilarious occurred to you.

“Guess what. Guess what, Five: now I’m gonna have…even more…medical…debt!”

You dissolved into a peal of helpless laughter, which he couldn’t help but join in with despite all his tears.

“Don’t think about that now. Dickhead sugar daddy’s got your back.”

He continued more seriously when his laughter subsided. 

“I fucked up bad. I’m so sorry. I was sorry less than ten minutes after you left. I didn’t mean it.”

With the attitude of one who’s won a bet, you pointed at him weakly, 

“Now you have to make me breakfast in bed every day for two months.”

“I will,” he grinned, “if you say you forgive me?”

You smiled but didn’t answer, letting out another little burble of laughter.

He decided that now might be a bad time to talk about what happened in too much detail. There would be time for heart-to-hearts when you weren’t dosed up on enough pain meds to knock out a bull elephant. 

Instead, he kicked off his shoes and brought his legs up so that he lay on the very edge of the bed while taking up as little space as possible. He laid his head gently on your shoulder and heard you sigh with contentment.

Here it was: his longed-for second chance. 

He felt his eyelids growing heavy. All was right with the world now.

“I don’t want the perfect man,” you mumbled.

“Huh?” he said, rousing himself.

“I don’t want the perfect man,” you repeated, “I want you.”

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NOTE:

Feel free to contact me with more Five requests, that was super fun and I want more! I'm fairly versatile in what I write (fluff, smut, angst, psychological character study- I'll try it all) but I will consider them on a case by case basis. See masterlist for more.

[gabessquishytum]

Human au where to most everyone, Dream is a complete bitch, difficult to please and quick to be dismissive. He’s got a very small inner circle of friends he’s not as mean or rude to, but even to them he’s at best snarky or just neutral.

Except lately, whenever his new boyfriend Hob walks into the room, Dream will instantly make a complete 180 and become the sweetest, gentlest, most butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-his-mouth innocent, tactile and lovely boyfriend in the world. Even if Dream is talking to other people, so long as Hob is still in the vicinity the worst anyone could call him is quiet (this doesn’t happen often though, as if Hob is in the vicinity Dream will usually opt for tucking himself into his side and shyly(!) hiding his face in Hob’s neck). It’s nothing Hob does or says that prompts it, not even a look or touch, Dream just does it the moment he’s within Hob’s presence. The transformation is so complete that anyone who’s only ever met Dream when he’s with Hob has no problem believing him to basically be Hob’s sweet little kitten.

Dream doesn’t acknowledge this at all, will go from one attitude to the other and back like a light switch based on Hob’s movements, and completely ignores the confusion and bewilderment from those around him. A few people have been brave enough to approach Hob alone and ask about the discrepancy, but he only shrugs and responds that he’s never seen Dream being mean, he’s only ever known his boyfriend as an absolute sweetheart. The whole situation leaves everyone feeling like they’re in the Twilight Zone and very off-kilter (and also wondering if it was at all possible to pay Hob to just follow Dream around and keep him docile).

(Unbeknownst to everyone, including Dream, Hob does in fact know that his boyfriend is normally bitchy and difficult to deal with. He’s just patiently waiting for Dream to feel more secure in their relationship to show that side of himself, to trust that Hob isn’t going anywhere and that Dream isn’t going to scare him off (honestly Hob is kind of looking forward to Dream bringing his mean side to the bedroom, either for some brat-taming or even for pushing Hob around). In the meantime, it’s not like the whole adorably sweet thing is entirely a bit, Dream genuinely feels that happy, pleased, and calm whenever Hob is around. So Hob will happily enjoy his darling kitten while he bides his time until Dream feels comfortable enough to show him his claws)

-🪽anon

I'm absolutely crying at the idea of Dream being like the equivalent of the kind of girl whose voice goes up an octave whenever her boyfriend is around (which I don't mean as criticism in any way btw, I just think it's hilarious). From panther to kitten in less than a second - his friends and family are getting whiplash!

Hob legitimately loves Dream at either end of the spectrum, and he loves the way he can see Dream coming out of his shell a little bit more every day. Like now sometimes Dream will freely make an incredibly grumpy face whenever Hob does something annoying. Or he'll passive aggressively correct something that Hob just did. All very small things, entirely normal within a relationship, and Hob just can't stop grinning each time.

The first time he really sees Dream’s mean side is when someone starts flirting excessively with Hob at a party. Dream inserts himself physically into the conversation, gives the guy this look like he's a bit of dirt on the floor. And he says something absolutely bitingly mean about his choice of clothes. Hob actually gasps, and has to stop himself from laughing.

Afterwards Dream is extra sweet, hiding away in Hob’s chest so cutely all evening. But once they're home, Hob carries him straight off to bed and gives him a thorough scolding for being such a naughty boy.

By "thorough scolding" I mean he really rewards Dream’s behaviour by eating his pretty little hole out until he cums untouched. But really, Hob was just so pleased to see his wonderful, sparky Dream come to life. How could he help encouraging his darling to be himself?

[miamochi-writes]

Always on My Mind

A/N: Hi! Been awhile since I posted Wolfwood x reader. I was inspired by a Wolfwood art piece made by @usuallynana​ ❤️ Please check out her beautiful work! Hope you enjoy!

You hated that cockiness. You hated that smirk. You hated how smug he was. You hated how he looked at you. You hated how he teased you. You hated him, yet he made you feel things you had never felt before one night. That person was Nicholas D. Wolfwood, who lived rent-free in your mind.

Meeting Wolfwood was a happy accident. The gang was driving past the desert dunes into the next city. All of you were lost in your thoughts until something hit the van. One minute, everyone was panicking about nearly killing a passerby. The next minute, he was fine and walking on his own two feet.

Your first impression of him? A mysterious person that knew how to smooth talk his way out of any situation. He was the kind of person that was nowhere near your type. He lied about being a priest, wore a shit-eating grin, and held many secrets. Plus, he carried this high-tech cross weapon that could annihilate a gigantic sand worm or human life at any moment. Any time you tried to dig any information out of him, he would either reply with vague anecdotes or tease the living daylights out of you. 

Whenever you found yourself in sticky situations or fought with pesky enemies, Wolfwood was always there to alleviate or take care of things. Some people can say he was helping you, but the thing was you never asked for his help. You were competent enough to diffuse any fights and beat up some baddies. Despite your efforts, Wolfwood always had to come at you with the nickname he gave you no matter the situation.

“You looked like you needed some help, Your Highness.”

“Careful there, wouldn’t want to see yourself get hurt, Your Highness.”

“On your left, Your Highness!”

Oh how that name irked you. Every. Single. Time. You don’t know where he came up with that nickname for you, but you were far from a spoiled brat. You can fight just like him and Vash with your gun and fists. You made sure everyone was taken care of before even taking care of yourself. So who was he to go around and call you that nickname so matter-of-factly?

Anytime you fought bandits, police, military, sandworms, or anything getting in your way, you made it a point that you were capable of fighting on your own. Sometimes, you would knock out one of the enemies for Wolfwood if he wasn’t careful enough.

“Just thought you needed a hand, Nico~” you told him one day. Oh did that strike a nerve for him. You could see he was red with rage as you laughed at his reaction.

“That’s Wolfwood to you, Your Highness!” he yelled. Sometimes, the teasing between you two would start silly competitions such as “Who could finish the fight faster? How many enemies can you knock out?” Meryl and Vash never heard the end of it with the constant teasing and bickering from you two. It didn’t matter where you two where or who was there with you, but one of you had to had the last word. Eventually, Meryl and Vash would get used to it or they would:

a. Break up the incessant arguing (Vash always resorts to this).

b. Someone will threaten to stop or swerve the van (that someone is always Meryl).

Option B only happened when Wolfwood was fighting recklessly to where he got injured multiple times. When you saw how bad he looked, you ran to his aid immediately once you took care of the men shooting at you. Before you could apply first aid, Wolfwood refused your help. He kept turning you down and said he didn’t need treatment. You two practically yelled at each other until Meryl halted the van. She couldn’t take the fighting anymore, and locked the two of you inside until someone gave in. Eventually, Wolfwood explained why he refused your help when you saw his wounds disappear. He showed you the ampule he took and disclosed a bit of his past to you. You saw his more vulnerable side, and appreciated that there were less secrets between the two of you. From that day on, you held a bit more respect for Wolfwood and the teasing toned down...a little.

~*~ Fast forward to many weeks of fighting and visiting new cities ~*~ 

Vash and Meryl were resting at the bar after a long day of fighting off bandits and police in the city. Overwhelmed by the loud cheers of drunken men and how stuffy the bar was, you decided to get some fresh air. Welcomed by the cool crisp air, you smiled at the fresh breeze. Plus, the moon looked beautiful tonight. You wanted to take advantage of the scenery, and how peaceful outside was. That was until you picked up the faint smell of smoke. The universe really said you’re not getting 5 minutes of peace. You were about to tell the person to quit smoking until your eyes landed on him.

Despite how dark it was, you could tell it was Wolfwood as he was lighting up his cigarette. The light from his cigarette highlighted Wolfwood’s calloused hands that carried the heaviest weight. Yet, those same hands were delicate enough to protect the fading embers from the night’s cool breeze. Furthermore, that light highlighted and accentuated his facial features. You never knew how well-sculpted Wolfwood’s face and jawline wer until now. The way his dark brown eyes met your e/c eyes gave you goosebumps. Finally, once he realized it was you, he gave you a small smirk that you knew all too well. Anytime you were with him put you in an irritable mood. Yet, the way he looked at you tonight felt different. His gaze made your heart race, and his smirk made your stomach do cartwheels.

“Fancy seeing you here, Your Highness,” he spoke. When did his voice start to sound so sultry and make your cheeks flush? Was this the same Wolfwood you traveled with that Meryl and Vash were familiar with? 

“Hey, Earth to Y/n? Are you going to answer me? Or let me guess. Cat got your tongue?” Wolfwood asked as he cocked his eyebrow at you. His smirk grew slightly as he asked you those questions. Your head was spiraling, and you needed to act fast.

“As if! You know how I feel about smoking, and you calling me that nickname. It’s so appalling, I can’t think properly,” you argued and pouted at him.

“There’s that feisty spirit of yours. So what brings you here to join me?” he answered with a hearty chuckle. He then blew the smoke away from you as the cold breeze carried it away.

“First off, it was too stuffy inside the bar. Second, I didn’t know you would be out here. So don’t flatter yourself,” you explained. He chuckled again at your response. He then closed the top of his lighter and put it away in his breast pocket. Since when did he have such defined pe-

‘SNAP OUT OF IT Y/N! WHY ARE YOU LOOKING THERE?!’ you screamed internally.

The more you looked at him, the more disoriented you were with your thoughts. You managed to look away and stare at the moon to gather your thoughts. What in the world was happening to you?

“Hey, Y/n,”

“What?”

“Look at me.”

You don’t know why, but you reluctantly looked at him again to see his hand approaching your face. You panicked at what he was planning to do, but you froze at his touch. His fingertips gently brushed your cheek as you held your breath. You couldn’t look away from his eyes as he was focused looking at you. Finally, he pulled his hand away from you as you exhaled away the tension.

“What was that for?” you asked.

“You had a stray eyelash. Make a wish,” Wolfwood answered with a grin as he held it before you. The way the moonlight shined on Wolfwood left you speechless. You were nervous all because he was trying to remove a stray eyelash on you. What has gotten into you? You shook away your thoughts and blew away the eyelash. At least you managed to do that.

“What did you wish for?” he asked.

“I’m not telling you, or else my wish isn’t coming true,” you replied. Then another cold breeze hit you. You regretted not taking a swig of beer to warm you up before leaving.

“Bet you wish you had something warm,” Wolfwood teased as you scoffed. Then you felt something on your shoulders. You turned around to see Wolfwood smoking but with his button-up only.

“You need it more than I do. Hate to see you catch a cold anyway,” he continued talking as you looked at him. He then started walking past you as he put his arms behind his head.

“I’ll be inside taking a shot before calling it a night. You can keep that for tonight. Just make sure to give it back in the morning ‘kay?” Wolfwood added as he winked at you. You didn’t say anything, but nod your head at him. You could feel your cheeks turn a tinge of red as he continued walking.

“Don’t do something I wouldn’t do Y/n,” he waved off without looking at you. You slowly slid down to the ground once he was gone from your peripheral vision. Your knees were close to your chest as you held onto his clothing. It smelled just like him and cigarettes. Your heart raced at the thought of him. 

The way he looked at you. The way his hands carried the Punisher. The way he was always next to you in battle. The way he grinned at you. The way his fingertips touched your cheek. The way he winked at you. The way he spoke to you just now was overwhelming. After being alone in your thoughts, it hit you. Your eyes widened at the realization as your face flushed. Despite no one being around you, you covered your red face with both hands.

“I think I like him,” you said out loud.

@invisible-imaginary​

[writer-and-lover]

Behind Bars

Kinktober day 6: Chastity | Frottage. Contains mean reader, cocky Atsumu and the slightest bit of dubcon. Dw, he enjoyed it a lot.

Miya Atsumu. The most arrogant, cocky brat you’re ever meet in your life. Loud and insistent, Miya Atsumu rose to the Black Jackals with determination and too much hubris inside his big, stupid head. It was true, he was definitely from the monster era, his skills as a setter rivalled only by Kageyama Tobio. But that wasn’t good enough for Miya, he just had to make a competition of everything. Cooking with his twin turned into “who can cut the vegetables faster”, simple sets with his teammates turned into “who can do the most sets in the set amount of time” and casual games with your team turned into full blown tournament level matches.

Unfortunately, he was your cocky brat. Fortunately, it meant you could put him in his place.

Waiting for him at the entrance to the building, you frown when you see his self-satisfied smirk. It ticks you off, knowing he’d knowingly cheated to get a chance to win. The sly cunt. But as soon as he got close enough, you wrapped your hand around his wrist and pulled him along with you. Taking him to your apartment. His face pissed you off. Like the cat who got the cream, so goddamn happy with himself.

“I didn’t know y’played so badly, baby,” he purrs. “You need extra training, you were way too distracted.”

“And you need a behaviour adjustment, Miya.”

He flinches and blanches. You only called him Miya when he was in deep, deep trouble.

“Haha… C’mon, pumpkin! Yer not serious, right? It was just a funny little joke, just trynna see where yer head’s at!”

“That isn’t helping your case.”

You shove him into your apartment building, essentially manhandling him all the way to your bedroom. You throw him on the bed, making sure to threaten him into staying still. He’s pouting as you look through your wardrobe, looking through boxes and through clothes. You hum in victory when you find what you need, before making your way back to Atsumu.

“What you got the- mm!”

You interrupt him with a kiss, biting at his lower lip. He’s so easy to break. He melts into your hands like warm butter, opening his mouth obediently for you to shove your tongue into. He sounds so pretty, as you run your hands up his sides and grab a hold of his bright yellow hair. You’re mean to him, biting at his lip and sucking roughly on his tongue. And he eats it up, preening like a goddamn bird with the rough treatment. You wrestle him out of his clothes, and he doesn’t even lift a finger, only taunts you. But he isn’t expecting the cock cage you lock on him. And he fights it. He whines, begs, bribes. But you simply hold him down, a hand bruising his jaw. Licking into his mouth is so easy, he merely moans.

“If you’d been a good boy, I would’ve fucked you in the locker rooms,” you emphasise this with a roll of your hips against Atsumu’s. He whines, bucking his hips hard against yours. You just laugh, as he sniffles. He can only feel the pressure of your hips against his, he can’t feel the delicious friction on his locked little prick. You let out a groan, grinding harder against him, feeling yourself twitch and grow more aroused. You kissed him harder, playing with the belts of his cock cage. He clawed at your back and hips, desperate to feel any sort of pleasure.

“P-please- c’mon. Yer gonna fuck me, right? At least?” His voice is shaky, eyes watery and half-shut.

“Of course not, Miya,” you murmur against his mouth, kissing at the corner, “it wouldn’t be a punishment if you enjoyed it.”

[n-s4kayaky]

Satisfying journey Pt.4

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Pt.2

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(Notes: Hi! I'm new to writing stories on this app. While I am familiar with writing the occasional one-shot or comic strip, it's been a while. I'm writing this story for my own enjoyment and excitement. I just wanted to let you know that if there are any grammatical errors, I apologize. I'm also more than happy to hear your suggestions and feedback. For now, this is all I can share. I hope you enjoy this story)

Pairing: Buggy The Clown x F!Reader

Summary: From now on, this is your new life! Buggy will teach you your new occupation in his crew as his personal servant. You must be by his side whenever he asks, refill his cup whenever he orders, clean, wash, and help him with his spectacles, as well as maintain his appearance as striking as every day! It's that option or... Die!

Warnings: Depictions of Violence and Torture,mentions of blood, Buggy being a complete jerk and a perv, sexual tension and teasing, romance, humiliation.

Buggy pulled the chain firmly, forcing you to walk to the bow like a puppy and he was your owner, which at that moment was basically what you were to him and you would even confirm that for his entire crew of circus pirates. He led you almost by the dreadlocks to one of the large tents in the middle of the ship. Once you entered, you observed your surroundings. The tent seemed to be the common dining area, a large wooden table was in the middle of the area, with large benches as seats except for one in particular, which you clearly guessed who that great chair belonged to, if it could be called that. A great throne was in the central area of the table, it was made of a much nobler wood than the others, the seat was padded as well as the backrest, it looked comfortable, and it was covered in velvet fabric. Half of the crew was already seated on the long benches, many of them talking and laughing while others drank as if there was no tomorrow. The table was full of plates of food of all kinds, it was a buffet style where pirates took what they wanted and ate. You looked at the crew and then at Buggy with a mixed expression of confusion and curiosity while said clown sat on the throne, putting his legs on the armrests comfortably. His eyes landed on yours and he smiled again as he tilted his head, making a gesture towards the buffet while winking at you "Come on, darling, my food and drink won't serve itself, will it?"

You blinked several times, were you serious or was it one of your heavy jokes? Is this why you wanted me alive? A small laugh of incredulity and amusement escaped your lips, causing the blue-haired man to raise his eyebrow with curiosity and a hint of anger. "Did I say something funny to you?" He said with a certain tone of irritability in his voice. You looked at him and shook your head with a certain amusement still present. "Really? Do you need me to feed you like a little child, sir?" You said with a certain mocking and full of amusement tone. Buggy's brow furrowed and he rose from his throne while his eyes were fixed on you the whole time. His gloved hands quickly went to your cheeks, squeezing them tightly as he had done before on several occasions, his face approached yours a few centimeters away, his big red nose touching the tip of your nose. "Dear... You're starting to behave like a brat again... And I don't like that too much.." He said as you felt something cold and sharp brushing your chin, your pupils lowered to see what the object was and quickly your eyes widened, his hand was holding a dagger, which he grabbed between his thick fingers while pressing the cold steel against your chin, painfully lowering it down your neck until it reached the softest area of it. "It's a shame, and I thought you were a good girl already... I'm afraid I have no other choice but to punish you to remember how things go around here, doll.." A small sadistic smile was drawn on his face as the sharp dagger was pressed harder against your sensitive neck. You let out a groan, feeling how the tip of the weapon created a small wound in your throat, causing small drops of blood to fall down your cleavage.

Fuck, if it kept going like this, you'd be left without a neck. What was better, to die or to be the servant of the sadistic pirate clown? As tempted as you were, the second option was the best one you could take, no matter how humiliating your life would be from now on. 'W-wait! Wait! I'm sorry...' You croaked quickly, looking at the pirate, who smiled pleasantly and with amusement, gently removing the dagger from the freshly made wound. 'Continue, doll...' 'I-I'm sorry, Captain... I'll do as you order...' The dagger slowly separated from your neck and the clown placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it sweetly. 'Oh, my little doll... See? I knew deep down you were a good girl for me,' he said pleased with your sudden submission. He didn't move an inch from your body as his eyes rested on your face and went down sweetly to the wound on your neck and the drops of blood that ran down it towards the beautiful valley of your breasts. 'Now be my good girl and go get what I asked for... But first...' He lowered his face to your neck, more precisely to the freshly made wound, licked his lips hungrily, and brought his tongue to your wound, giving it a long lick as if the place emanated mead from the very gods themselves. A shiver ran through your body at the sudden sensation of his warm tongue licking the wound he had created himself. But that wasn't all, his tongue slowly went down, causing your skin to tingle. His wet muscle went from your neck to your collarbones and from your collarbones to the path of your cleavage, which was visible thanks to your shirt. He licked your blood hungrily, while you on the other hand clenched your lips tightly to avoid letting out a moan at the sensation. Buggy lifted his face, facing yours again, while a small smile of amusement mixed with a hint of lust drew on his face. 'So sweet...' he whispered in a surprisingly calm tone. 'Now you can go, I wouldn't want you to be seen as a mess on your first day, eh?' He smiled and grabbed the chain that adorned the collar around your neck, pulling you a few inches closer to him as his lips rested on your ear, whispering in it. 'Although as things progress, I would like my men to see you as a mess because of me...' he said with a small purr in his tone and a smile full of mischief.

Your face immediately heated up, causing your cheeks to turn the same shade of red as Buggy's round nose. He burst out laughing at your state and gave you a spank on your butt, making you gasp as you snapped out of your trance, looking at him with burning cheeks. 'Now go get my food, dollface.' You felt something pull the chain and take you away from Buggy. Quickly, you turned your attention to see what it was. One of Buggy's hands had disconnected from his body and was now pulling your chain, forcing you to walk towards the food area. With nothing to object, you walked behind it until it stopped pulling, simply staying by your side as a reminder that you couldn't escape or anything of the sort. You sighed and approached the buffet, taking a plate and looking at the options. There was all kinds of food on the big table, from meats, fish, and vegetables to fruits and other types of food. Your stomach growled, and you felt your mouth water. Hopefully, after giving Buggy his plate, he would give you the chance to eat something, right? You took some meat, along with a few portions of vegetables, hoping it would be good enough for Buggy. You didn't want him to throw the plate at you or something like that. You walked back to him, standing by his side as you left the plate in front of him. He looked at it for a few seconds and took the cutlery, starting to eat without objections. You let out a small sigh of relief, seeing that there was no scolding from his part. But before you could relax, he raised the hand that was still attached to his body, making a sign to you. You swallowed and approached him a little more. 'Darling, be good and bring me the whiskey.' You simply nodded, but before you could move away, you felt someone pulling you so that you wouldn't move. 'I didn't hear you.' 'Yes, sir, right away,' you said hurriedly, making the man laugh and letting you go get the alcohol.

You walked towards a small area away from the table where the bottles were, with your captain's floating hand holding onto the chain by your side. Once in front of the wide variety of bottles, you looked at all of them, searching for the Whiskey among all the options. Once you found the bottle, you took it and walked towards Buggy, standing next to him with the bottle in hand. Without saying anything, he took a glass and raised it towards you, waiting for you to fill it. A baritone sigh escaped your lips as you opened the bottle and poured its contents into the glass that Buggy had raised towards you, filling it halfway.

A few minutes passed as you stood next to Buggy, waiting for him to finish eating while your stomach growled with hunger. It didn't take long until you saw Buggy take a final sip of his whiskey, finishing it with a small sigh of satisfaction and a slight burp. "That was delicious, good choice my dear. I liked what you picked," he said, turning his head to look at you and winking while smiling. You simply nodded your head as your stomach growled again. You cleared your throat timidly and looked at the pirate. "Um... Thank you, sir... Uh... I was wondering if I could eat now," you said, watching as Buggy looked you up and down before letting out a small laugh. "Of course, darling. Grab something and sit down," he replied. Your face lit up at his response, and you quickly went to get some food, taking a plate and grabbing some of what you could. Finally, you could eat something that wasn't cold or tasteless. As you took the food, you looked around for an empty seat, but before you could decide on one, Buggy's hand pulled you towards him, confusing you as you looked at him. He smiled while patting his thigh. "Go ahead, sit down and eat, darling," he said cheerfully, his eyes not leaving you. You looked at him, somewhat astonished, while hesitating to sit down or not. It wasn't until his flying hand gently pushed you, making you sit on his lap while his arm quickly wrapped around your waist. You swallowed nervously, feeling embarrassed to be sitting on his lap. Buggy raised an eyebrow at your hesitation to eat and snapped his fingers in front of you. "Come on, doll, didn't you want to eat? Or do you want me to feed you?" You quickly shook your head while taking the fork on the table, taking a piece of food and bringing it to your mouth.

A small sigh of satisfaction escaped your lips at the taste of the hot food, your taste buds dancing happily at being able to taste something decent after several days of eating cold and bland leftovers and fruits in the midst of decay. Buggy's hands gripped your waist, gently lowering them to your soft thighs, causing you to release a small nervous jump, swallowing saliva while noisily eating your food. Buggy let out a small laugh as the gloved tips of his fingers circled the soft flesh of your thighs, which were now slightly more visible thanks to your skirt being slightly raised. 'It's all delicious, right, darling?' 'Yes, sir,' you hurriedly croaked as you took a bite of the food on your plate, the lips of the blue-haired man curving into a smile as his hand moved up and down your thigh. 'Of course, everything is perfect in this crew, especially the captain,' he said with his big ego, you simply rolled your eyes and let out a small laugh at his comment. Buggy's eyebrow arched gently and he rested his chin on your shoulder, causing a slight shiver to run through your body at the sensation of his chin stubble brushing against your skin. 'What's so funny?' 'No, no, nothing, sir... You're just right,' you said calmly to avoid angering the man behind you, something you hadn't realized when you laughed was the soft and beautiful smile that drew on the Clown's face upon hearing your small laugh. 'Well, in any case, are you finished? We have things to do, doll.' 'Yes, sir,' you said as you got up from his lap, gently wiping the crumbs that had accumulated on your skirt with small pats. Buggy got up behind you, putting on his coat as he walked ahead, pulling the chain. You followed a few steps behind, walking behind him as he headed towards a door that was certainly eye-catching (as expected). It was a loud purple color, with gold screws that shone in the soft sunlight, above the door was a skull that also seemed to be made of gold, the skull had two crossed bones behind it, it had a big round nose as expected, on top of its head it wore the same pirate hat that Buggy used to wear and to be more exact with the aforementioned hat, two pigtails fell. You quickly knew what that door was for just by the loud decoration; Buggy's office.

The pirate took a large bunch of keys out of his pocket, some shinier than others. He quickly moved from one key to another until he found the right one. He inserted it into the lock and opened the door, making room for you to enter. You were the first to pass through, and your eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. The room was spacious, and a smell of whisky, natural musk, perfume, and a hint of saltwater hit your nose. In the middle of the room was a large desk made of what seemed to be fine wood. It was covered in papers, maps, pens in their respective inkwells, a few compasses, and several empty whisky glasses. Behind the desk was a large chair, similar to the one in the dining room. To one side of the large table was a smaller one, on top of which was a bottle of whisky and a small stack of four glasses. There was a large velvet carpet on the floor, colored maroon. One of the walls had his wanted poster, as that man was arrogant enough to keep his large wanted poster with his reward in plain sight. Something that made your skin crawl were the various daggers that were stuck in the wall, several of them stuck in a wanted poster of a young man with a straw hat. Finally, there was a small table on the other side of the room, where an open chest was filled with several berries, jewels, and gold. The door behind you closed loudly, interrupting your observation of the room. Buggy walked in front of you, heading straight for the desk while taking off his dirty coat, revealing his muscular biceps as he sat down in his chair. He let out a long sigh as he looked at you. "Welcome to my office, my dear. What do you think?" "Um... it's quite eye-catching, sir," you said bluntly as you approached the table. "That's right, I knew you'd appreciate it, darling. Now be useful and fill my whisky glass," he said as he picked up one of the maps on the table. You approached the table where the bottle was and opened it, pouring the alcohol into the glass. Without taking his eyes off the map, Buggy took the recently filled glass and took a sip. You looked at the man with a small grimace. Was he really going to keep you in that room just to keep refilling his glass every time he asked? "Um... sir, do you need anything else?" you asked somewhat confused as you watched him. His blue-green eyes left the map and focused on you. "Yes, be a good girl and stay quiet while I prepare for my next show. I know you can do it, doll," he said. And as you had guessed, that was what you were going to do for the time he took to look at his maps. You sighed dejectedly and had no other choice but to stay by Buggy's side in silence. Hopefully, he wouldn't keep you there for too long.

[blouisparadise]

Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of March. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) We Were Starving | Explicit | 1835 words

Louis has a run-in with another Alpha. Harry reminds him who he belongs to.

2) Lucky Once, Could Be Lucky Again | Explicit | 2676 words

Louis has been letting the rich and famous knot him for cash since he found himself walking out on the lavish lifestyle of his rockstar future mate. Life throws him a curveball when his booking service calls him with a request for the most exclusive, high end omega escort in the city for a very important client. That client is one of the most famous alphas in the world. Harry Styles. The rockstar he walked away from.

3) Fireflies | Not Rated | 4183 words

Anyone who has ever worked or interacted with Louis always deemed him to be a stereotypical, powerful and intimidating Alpha - with his over dominating presence, confidence, and the way he speaks with so much conviction.

It does not help that Louis is an extremely private person, never talking about his friends and family, his weekends or vacations. Everyone just assumed that Louis, an unbelievably unbearable and bossy Alpha, hadn’t been able to bond with an omega yet. Of course, rumors flew around the office.

That is, until, Louis attended his company’s annual dinner with his Alpha, Harry.

4) Wanna Feel the Edges Start to Burn | Explicit | 6111 words

Harry gives him a gentle smile. “Feeling a little bit better?”

Louis nods tentatively. “I think so yeah. Thank you so much for being so kind, but you really didn’t need to do this.” He lifts his unfortunately still shaky hand and runs it haphazardly through his hair. “It was just a spilled tea, I totally overreacted. I’m a bit embarrassed to be honest.”

Harry scoffs. “Are you kidding me? Don’t be. I saw the whole thing, that guy was way out of line. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Louis gives him what he’s sure is a watery smile. “Erm thank you. I wouldn’t normally admit this to a stranger, but you’ve already seen me cry today so what the hell?” He forces himself to let out a weak laugh. “The thing is, my period is due any day now and sometimes the birth control pills make my emotions go a little haywire. I think that’s what happened.

5) Choices | Explicit | 6671 words

Louis chooses everything Harry does to him.

6) In This World, It's Just Us | Explicit | 12839 words

Harry is Louis' older brother's best friend. Harry and Louis are in a secret relationship.

7) Where I End and You Begin | Explicit | 42730 words

“You know you’re kind of a brat,” Harry muses, eyes firmly on Louis as he leans back crossing his arms over his chest.

Louis smirks, “You’re not the first one to say that big boy, but I’ve learned to take it as a compliment.”

Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard.

Harry’s brain repeats to himself while Louis glides a hand across his face.

He’s so screwed.

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Partying | Kim Jungwoo

pairing | boyfriend!kim jungwoo x f!reader

genre/cw | angst, fluff, explicit language, sexual themes, alcohol, teenagers/young adults partying, slight possessive behavior, crying, happy ending 

wc | 1.2k

notes | none

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Y/n nearly tripped over her own feet as she danced to the party music, highly influenced by alcohol.

“I’m so glad you came! It would’ve been boring without you,” her friend Sana explained, also a bit tipsy.

”Oh my gosh, right?!” Y/n laughed, bumping into a stranger and muttering a quick drunken apology. 

“You know,” their third, non-intoxicated friend Jeongyeon, began. “Your boyfriend is going to kill you.”

”That’s funny,” Y/n replied, hardly understanding what she said.

”Jungwoo literally told you not to come, you said it yourself!” Jeongyeon crossed her arms.

”Did I?” Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Who cares about him anyway? I’m having the time of my life without him,” she giggled. 

“Your funeral,” Jeongyeon rolled her eyes before going to talk with her boyfriend. 

“Don’t listen to her. Just enjoy yourself,” Sana reassured. “Jungwoo can’t always have you to himself.”

Kim Jungwoo. While slightly overprotective of his girlfriend, he had common sense. He told Y/n not to go out when he left, because they had been in an argument, and he knew how she loved to drink her problems away. And why not go to the party? She could hurt herself, or worse, be hurt by other men. And the thought of that possibility infuriated Jungwoo with every single fiber in his body.

Of course Y/n was stubborn and a bit of a brat, so she did it anyway.  Her sober self would’ve regretted ever coming here and left for home, but she’d had a bit too much to drink by now.

”Attention everyone! My parents are getting home in two hours, so let’s clean up and sober up! Get home when you can, and please don’t drive drunk!” Announced Doyoung, the host of the party.

”Ugh, I was about to play beer pong,” Sana poured, leaning on Y/n’s shoulder.

”Me too,” Y/n whined.

”Omg you two,” she facepalmed. “Just chug water and take a hot shower upstairs. You both need it. I’ll drive y’all back,” Jeongyeon ordered. Being the oldest of the three, she felt it was her responsibility as an unnie to care for her younger friends. 

With hesitation, the two complied.

Y/n had to admit, the warm water on her skin felt absolutely incredible. But something was missing. Ah, Jungwoo. He joined her in the shower every chance he got. What would he think of her now?

Even after chugging thirty ounces of water, the alcohol still affected her. And while she was too drunk to walk properly or drive, she was sober enough to come to her senses. “I really messed up.”

”I know,” Jeongyeon, laughed, throwing some clothes at her friend, who only wore a bath towel around her body. “Put these on. Sana is already down stairs. Be quick please,” she said, going downstairs.

Y/n quickly put on the shorts and t-shirt before following Jeongyeon downstairs.

“Jungwoo is going to kill me,” she whispered to herself, making her way towards the front door, where Jeongyeon and Sana had already exited.

”You got that right,” a chilling, familiar voice replied.

Y/n squinted her eyes to see him, on the other side of the room. “Jungwoo?”

”The one and only.”

”Jungwoo I-“

”Shut your fucking mouth and get in the car. We’re going home,” Jungwoo growled. Jungwoo never cussed, unless he was angry. He must’ve been very much so.

She hung her head and complied, going out of the front door and getting into the passenger seat of Jungwoo’s car.

When he got into the driver’s seat, he slammed the door angrily, scaring Y/n. And his silence scared her even more.

”Baby-“

”I don’t want to hear it,” Jungwoo interrupted, eyes focused on the road.

”But I-“

”Shut the fuck up or I’m dumping your ass on the side of the road!” He yelled, eyes now focused on her and they were stopped at a red light.

Her eyes stung with tears as she sunk into her seat and hid her face from her boyfriend. She made an audible sniffing sound, and Jungwoo tried to convince himself he didn’t care. But he did. His girlfriend was sorry, guilty, and regretful. And when she cried, his heart cried with her.

”I’m sorry,” she whispered, arms hugging her legs.

Jungwoo remained silent. What did he have to say anyway?

Y/n didn’t have to look up to know he pulled into their apartment’s driveway. And once the car was no longer running, she opened her door and went up two flights of stairs to their apartment door. With the keys in her hands, she unlocked the door and made her way to the couch, plopping onto it and continuing to cry. How could she ever do something like this?

Jungwoo sighed as he heard her sobs as she locked the door behind him. He debated going to bed or talking with her. He ultimately decided on the latter.

”What made you think you could go out drinking with your friends without my permission?” He asked angrily.

”I don’t know,” she sniffed.

”You don’t know?!” He yelled. “Look at me Y/n!” 

She looked up from the couch and saw the anger in his eyes. Fear overtook her senses. She had never seen him like this in their two years of dating.

”You could’ve been hurt! How do I know you’re safe when I’m not there to protect you? How do I know you’re not in some other guy’s arms struggling for your fucking life? What if you,” he paused, panting. “What if I found out when I got home, that my girlfriend got herself killed because we had a stupid little argument a couple hours before?”

Y/n couldn’t blame anyone but herself now. He was right. And he really did care about her. He wouldn’t have said those things if he didn’t. 

“Look baby,” he sighed, crouching down beside her to move some hair from her face. “I love you. I need you safe. I can’t just let you go party with your friends when I can’t protect you,” he explained. 

She got choked up on her tears as she nodded. “I won’t do it again.”

”You better not.”

Y/n’s trembling body was warmed when Jungwoo wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said quietly, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll always love you. No matter what you do. I can never stop.”

He moved away just enough to place a sweet kiss on her lips. “You still taste like alcohol,” he mumbled against her lips, and he couldn’t help but smile.

”Are you still mad at me?” Y/n smirked as he wouldn’t stop chasing after her lips.

”Not really,” he replied, licking her bottom lip.

”You know, we could just go to the bedroom,” she whispered tugging at his shirt. But she pouted when he pulled away.

”This is your punishment for getting drunk around other men, darling,” he smirked.

”Please?”

”Maybe tomorrow,” he smiled, pecking her lips once more before getting off the couch. “Plus, you probably need to be able to walk tomorrow. You know, for that exam you’ve been worrying about for ages?”