You Belong With Me (Deanâs Version)
Pairing: Dean Winchester x You
Summary: POV - Dean sees you walking down the street with your new boyfriend and doesnât like what he sees đ„ș ( this was a request that I was tagged in by @jackles010378 )
Warnings: language, spicy moments, jealousy , angst, possessiveness, emotional vulnerability, mentions of toxic relationship.
Pre Authors Note: BTW I needed to use this gif because it just does something to me like đ„”đ©đ Iâm so down bad for this man itâs ridiculous â anyways happy reading!! đ«¶đ»
Deanâs POV
I leaned against the Impala, arms crossed, sunglasses low on my nose as I watched you walk down the street, hand in hand with him. Some preppy guy, clean-shaven, all smiles, like he didnât have a care in the world. My gut twisted the second I saw you laughing at something he said.
Damn, that laugh. That smile. It used to be mine.
You looked happy, but I knew better. There was something off, something I couldnât put my finger on, and it gnawed at me. He wasnât right for you, not by a long shot. Maybe it was the way he touched youâtoo casual, too cockyâor the fact that he didnât even notice when your smile faltered.
I took a long drag from my beer, eyes still locked on you. When you passed by, our gazes met. Yours lingered on me for just a second too long before you quickly looked away. Yeah, you felt it too. That pull. That spark that had never really gone away, no matter how much you tried to hide it.
A week later, I saw you again, sitting on a park bench, alone this time. The sky was overcast, like it was about to rain, but you didnât seem to care. I noticed the way your shoulders shook, the soft sobs you tried to stifle. My chest tightened, and I couldnât stand it.
I slid onto the bench next to you, silent for a moment before speaking. âHey.â
You looked up, your tear-streaked face breaking me. âDeanâŠâ
âWhereâs he?â I asked, not even bothering to hide the bitterness in my voice.
You shook your head, wiping your cheeks. âWe broke up.â
My heart surged with something I didnât want to name, but my fists clenched as you kept talking.
âHe was an asshole. Treated me like⊠like I didnât even matter half the time.â Your voice cracked, and I could see how much it hurt to admit that. âI shouldâve known.â
âI knew,â I muttered before I could stop myself.
Your head snapped up, eyes widening. âWhat?â
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. âI could tell. The way he looked at you, the way he acted⊠He didnât deserve you.â
You blinked, processing my words, and then something shifted. There was this tension hanging between us, thick and electric, the kind you couldnât ignore. I reached out, cupping your cheek gently, my thumb brushing away a tear.
âI would never treat you like that,â I said, my voice rougher than I intended. âYou know that, right?â
Your breath hitched, eyes locking onto mine, and for a moment, the whole world fell away. It was just usâjust you and meâand the way your lips parted, your gaze flicking down to my mouth, told me everything I needed to know.
I leaned in slowly, giving you a chance to pull away. But you didnât. Instead, you met me halfway, your lips soft, warm, and perfect against mine. The second we kissed, everything else vanished. All the frustration, the jealousy, the angerâI poured it all into that kiss, into the way I pulled you closer, needing to feel you against me.
You whimpered into my mouth, fingers threading through my hair, and God, that soundâmade me lose it. My hand slid to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, and when you pressed your body into mine, I could barely keep it together.
I pulled back slightly, resting my forehead against yours, breath heavy. âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this.â
Your lips curved into a shaky smile, but there was still that uncertainty in your eyes. âDean⊠I donât want to just be a rebound.â
I shook my head. âYou think this is a rebound? Babe, Iâve been wanting you for years. This⊠this is way past that.â
You bit your lip, that little hint of doubt fading as I kissed you again, harder this time. You moaned softly, and I couldnât help myself.
âYou deserve better,â I growled against your lips, my hands roaming your sides. âYou deserve someone whoâll treat you like the goddamn queen you are.â
Your breath was ragged, fingers clutching at my jacket as I nipped at your lower lip. âAnd you think thatâs you?â
âI know itâs me.â My voice was dark, low, the kind that made your whole body shudder. âYou belong with me, sweetheart. No one else is gonna give you what you need.â
You let out a shaky breath, eyes heavy-lidded as you stared at me. âShow me.â
And hell, did I ever.
A few days had passed since that kiss, but it was all I could think about. You had to know you were driving me crazyâevery time we crossed paths, there was that look in your eyes, like you wanted more but werenât sure if you should ask for it.
I was about to give you more than you ever expected.
We met again that night, under the same damn streetlight where I first saw you with him. Only this time, it was just us, no distractions.
âYou look like youâve got something to say,â you teased, leaning back against the hood of the Impala, your eyes gleaming under the dim light.
I took a step closer, then another, until I was right in front of you, crowding your space. âI do.â
Your breath hitched, but you didnât move, didnât back down. âYeah? Whatâs that?â
I ran a finger down your arm, watching the way your skin prickled beneath my touch. âThat Iâm done pretending. I want you, Y/N. Iâve wanted you for a long damn time.â
Your lips parted, but before you could say anything, I grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against me. The kiss that followed wasnât soft like the first oneâit was hard, desperate, and filled with everything Iâd been holding back for too damn long.
You gasped into my mouth as my hands roamed over your body, gripping your hips, your waist, everything I could reach. You melted against me, your fingers curling into my shirt as I deepened the kiss, my teeth grazing your lower lip before I tugged it, just hard enough to make you whimper.
âDean,â you whispered, breathless, and that was all it took for me to lose control. I lifted you onto the hood of the Impala, pushing between your thighs as you wrapped your legs around me, pulling me closer.
âDamn, sweetheart,â I growled against your neck, trailing rough kisses along your skin. âYou have no idea what you do to me.â
You tilted your head back, giving me more access as I pressed open-mouthed kisses along your throat. âThen show me, Dean. Iâm yours.â
And I did. Every single inch of you. Every kiss, every touch, every moanâit all belonged to me now.
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I know this is so wrong on many levels, but would you please make something with punk cheating on her wife with reader? It can be smut and angsty at the same time, like they both are feeling really guilty but they canât stop the sexual tension between them đ„”đđ©â€ïžđ
AJ I LOVE YOU I PROMISE
cm punk x reader
likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
âŒïž +18, smut, angst, toxic phil, mean phil, cheating, daddy issues (?)
nasty attraction
what you and phil were doing was wrong on so many levels. he had a wife waiting for him at home, a wife he loved. he promised her to love and protect her, to be always by her side and yet he every week, after raw, he was always in your bed.
it started as an accident. he felt so guilty after you slept together that he avoided for a month. when he realised that he couldnât avoid you forever, he talked with you, explained that what happened was just a mistake and that he had no feelings for you, that he was deeply in love with his wife and that he needed time to make amend.
you were hurt. you knew that he didnât have feelings for you but the harsh way he said it, almost as if it was your fault you had sex, it hurt you.
he promised he would have never happened again but he couldnât keep it promise much as just a few weeks later he was the one dragging you into his hotel room.
he needed to let go some tension and he thought that you wouldnât mind. of course you didnât mind. you were probably too focused on your crush for the old man to think that he was only using you.
that mistake turned into more and more mistakes and you couldnât deny the immense attraction that you had for him. he was older, hot, more experienced than you, rough and cold, married.
all the red flags were right in front of you but you were too blind to see them.
âone last timeâŠthis is our last timeâŠâ he whispered while one of his hand was working on your clit as the other kept your wrists clutched to the bed.
everytime, he swore that it was going to be the last time but every week the same routine occurred.
he was happily married. he loved his wife more than he could explain. but there was something that you had that made him crawl under your skin.
you were young, in your twenties. you were inexperienced so that lead him to be able to do everything he wanted with you and your body. he knew you had a crush on him, he wasnât stupid. and he knew it was wrong to play with your feelings but he couldnât help it. you were like a stress reliever for him, someone he would be rough and mean, someone he could release all the past tension he had.
âfuckâŠâ you moaned, your voice soft while his calloused hands kept harshly stimulating your clit.
âuh uhâŠbad girls donât get to cumâŠâ he loved the game he was playing âturn aroundâŠass upâ he ordered. he expected you to obey as you always did but there was some hesitation this time âi gave you an order y/nâŠdonât make me punish youâ this was a common routine. he would tease you, he would turn you around and fuck you and then he would leave.
âi donât want toâŠâ you confessed, opening your eyes.
âto do what?â he didnât meant to be so mean with you. sometimes he forgot that you were a person just like him and that you had feelings. especially after the whole situation with drew mcintyre, he was more stressed than ever.
âthisâŠâ you didnât want to sound so weak but something shifted between the two of you. he wasnât always so mean. sure, he wasnât a vanilla lover but there times where he would actually take his time with you and make you feel appreciated. none of this quick fuck excuses âthe way youâve been treating me for the past weeksâŠi donât deserve this philâŠiâm not your whore and even if you donât see this thing the way i see it, you donât have to treat me like im nothingâŠâ you didnât meet his eyes.
guilt flowing through his body.
you were right. he knew you were right. but he knew that if he showed even the slightest bit of emotion and kindness towards you, he knew it would be over for him. he didnât love you, absolutely. he didnât have a crush like you had. but he was attracted by you, there was like a magnet around you that kept pulling him towards you.
he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. thinking about how your presence was so intoxicating for him.
âi knowâŠand iâm sorryâŠâ he apologised âiâm so fucking sorryâŠi shouldnât have been so rude with you, i justâŠâ
âyou just?â you were curious.
âwhat we doâŠitâs so wrong, i know i shouldnât do this, i have an amazing wife waiting for me at homeâŠi love her more than anything but i canât help being so fucking attracted to you, and i know that if i get affectionate with you everything will change and i donât want thatâŠâ he looked at you while speaking and it seemed true to his words.
âwe can stop if you want toâŠâ you hoped he would say no.
âthatâs the fucking problemâŠi canât stop, i canât get enough of you, your body, the way you sounds so sweet everytime you cum on my dickâŠi canât stop thisâ he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
âone last time?â you asked him, hoping that he would say yes.
âone last timeâŠâ and he swore that it was going to be the last time for you and him.
he gently laid you down on the bed and kissed upon your body, as if he wanted to apologize for being so mean with you. and for a second you believed him, you believed that his intentions were pure but you remembered that he was a married man, a man who loved his wife, a man who couldnât give you the future you wanted and deserved and for that you will always resent him.
when he pushed inside of you, his movements were slow, calm. like he wanted to savour you one last time.
he moaned into your shoulder, trying to control himself. he wanted to own you, to show you who was in charge. he wanted to bend you over like he always did but tonight was different, he wanted to have you one last time.
âshitâŠphilâŠâ you didnât mean to sound so weak but he was hitting all of the right spots inside of you and you couldnât keep your moans low. he knew your body so well, and he knew what pushed you on the edge.
âright there baby?â he smirked, taking a deep look into your face. your eyes were closed, trying to stop tears from falling.
âyesâŠâ and that was all he needed to hear since he started moving a little faster, hitting your sweet spot.
âi wanna feel you coming around my dickâŠone last timeâŠâ there was a little of sadness, maybe resentment.
his lips left some kisses over your neck and collarbone, mixing with the pleasure he was already bringing you. this was a sweet phil, a side that you never saw. and you thought about how lucky was his wife to have him, to having him kiss her goodnight every single night, how lucky she was to have him in her arms and hold him every day. you wanted to be that girl and you knew that someday you would get your chance to be loved, just that it wouldnât be phil to love you like that.
a tear rolled down your eye, both from sadness and pleasure, he was easily bringing you over the edge âphilâŠiâm so closeâŠâ you moaned as your hands moved to mark his back. you didnât mean to but if that was your last time together, you needed to have him as close as possible so you brought him closer to you. your chest meeting with tattooed one.
he sped a little more, you could hear the cracks from the bed, wondering if your hotel neighbours were hearing those too.
âcome for me babyâŠâ he whispered against your skin. those words making you clench hard around his dick that released inside of you. with a deep growl phil came, spilling inside of you. your legs still shaking a bit from the stimulation.
you both looked at each other, speechless. you hoped he would say something first but nothing came out of his mouth.
âour last time uh?â you tried to laugh, but deep down all you wanted to do was cry.
he chuckled, trying to ease the tension âyeahâŠour last timeâŠi should probably go back to my bedroomâ he whispered.
âyou shouldâ you didnât want to hear more words coming out his mouth. you wanted to be left alone and never see him again.
he quickly stood up and he dressed himself. he took one look at you before leaving the room.
you stayed there, watching the ceiling and let all those tears fall.
âsheâs so luckyâŠâ you whispered, knowing that youâll never have him.
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OMG! OMG! OMG!
I never thought I would see a video of you singing! You are so beautiful. Your voice is amazing! To see your cuteness while you sing is wonderful. Those cheeks! Your face is so expressive, and your shoulder roll was so fun. Those freckles! and that giggle at the end...(big sigh)...
The sound I made when I saw the ask about it was not as embarrassing as the sound I made when found that the video was still up. You have made me so happy with this. I know it's silly but I teared up listening to it because I had to close my eyes to stop from crying. This is so beautiful! You are so beautiful and it has nothing to do with how you look. Thank you Princess! Thank you!
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training wheels | k.h.j
pairing : Professor!Hongjoong x innocent!reader ft!Wooyoung
âĄâË( wrote this listening to âtraining wheelsâ by Melanie Martinez)
summary: Too innocent for your own good, your professor's little hidden crush only grows the more he could spend time with you. You were so pure before his eyes. A sweet young woman who deserves the sweetest kind of love but still had trouble in paradise with her boyfriendâŠbut heâll be there for you. After all, he only wants whatâs best for you and to protect you.
wc: 10.7k
cw: University AU, smut, coquette-ish fem!innocent reader, virgin reader, slightly older Hongjoong, manipulation, obsessive stalker-ish behavior, yandere behavior, corruption kink, cheating , frat boy behavior from Maknae line, oral!male receiving, there'll be more spice in the next part
REMINDER : my works do not represent the irl members in any way, this is purely a work of FICTION.
a/n: hello so itâs been awhile and this has been cooling in my drafts for so long. Special thanks to @songmingisthighs for helping me whenever Iâm stuck with writing and for being one of my favourite persons on this app đi wanted to write something that isnât apart of the Sway With Me universe just for a change and a breather ( I hope you guys donât mind that). I just wanted to write.
- this is will be a two part series!
READ CONTENT WARNING BEFORE READING!
DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, PLAGIARISE, OR OTHERWISE REPURPOSE ANY OF MY WORK HERE. I DO NOT NOR WILL ALLOW IT.
Note: Hongjoong is a couple years older but heâs still young for a professor. Maknae Line is in their last year of Uni and is part of the Universityâs Varsity baseball team.Y /N is innocent ( smh). Kinda coquettish vibes but yuh, sweet girl.
The rain storming outside made anxiety bubble in your chest as you clutched your laptop bag and books tight. You glanced at your phone, the bright red bar of the little battery icon glaring at you. That just made your situation even worse and it didnât help that the last message you saw was the reason you were stranded here in the first place.
âIâm so sorry sweetheart. The team meeting is going overtime tonight. Get home safe. Please message me when youâre home.â
You waited for him. You should be angry at him but instead, you were only heartbroken and sad that he didnât keep his word. You were frustrated that you couldnât even hate him the slightest bit for forgetting to pick you up and the sudden downpour was just the cherry on top.
âMs. L/N, is that you?â
That voice. That familiar tone that you heard every Monday and Wednesday from 8 am til 10 am. The voice that made your Art Appreciation lecture so interesting that youâre excited to come early every morning to learn sounded from behind you.
You turned around and quickly bowed your head in his direction out of respect.
âMr.Kim.â
The young professor frowned at your presence.
âIt is you. What are you still doing here?â He asked, extending his arm a bit to glance at his silver watch. âItâs almost 11 pm.â
âI-It started rainingâŠâ was all you could say. You couldnât nor want to admit to your university professor the real reason why you were stranded on campus.
âIndeedâŠ,â he gently grasped your arm and pulled you into the covered shade of the hall. âDo you need a ride home, Ms. L/N? I was just about to leave and go home but I can drop you off at the nearest bus stop or if youâd like, your home.â
His offer made your heart melt. Mr. Kim Hongjoong has always been so kind and sweet to his students. He has always shown such care and patience to their studies and well-being, and as the many girls in your classroom would whisper amongst each other, he was also very handsome. Which was a fact everyone in the whole campus knew.
âI donât want to be of a hassle to you, Sir. I can wait for the rain to stop.â You tried to kindly turn down his offer, not wanting to bother him but also you felt it was inappropriate for a student to be in any proximity to a professor alone.
âMs. L/N, itâs late and the rain doesnât look like itâs going to stop anytime soon. I assure you it is not a bother to take you home. Iâll be worried if I just left you here.â
He was right. Both about the rain and the time, and youâre never out this late. Well at least not alone and it made you antsy. Mr. Kim looked at you with so much care in dark brown eyes that it felt impossible to say no to his kind offer.
âO-okay.â
And thatâs how you found yourself in the passenger seat of your professor's fancy car.
You looked around subtly observing the luxurious interior of the vehicle. It smelled like new leather and Mr. Kimâs cologne. Your phone buzzed breaking your little observation as Mr. Kim typed in the location of your apartment into his phone GPS.
âBaby? Are you home? Please let me know.â The text message notification shone brightly.
You let out a little sigh.
Hongjoong couldnât help but notice your rather wilted demeanor. He looked over you in the corner of his eye as he started the car. Little did you know, he was admiring your look today. You didnât have class with him on Fridays so seeing today was ratherâŠrefreshing. Baby pink always looked so pretty on you, he thought to himself. Your blouse almost had a ballet-like aesthetic to it, it wrapped around your torso so elegantly and gently accentuated your curves. It was matched with a very pretty flowy white skirt that wasnât too short nor too long, and there was a thin pink ribbon in your hair, the finishing touch to your very sweet ensemble. You always dressed so cute.
âAre you okay, Ms. L/N?â He asked his voice so calm and gentle that it calmed your silent frustration.
âNot reallyâŠâ you muttered your gaze down at the hem of your skirt, your books, and your laptop sleeve on your lap.
The defeated expression you wore made the older manâs heartache for you. He didnât like to see you like this. You were like a ray of gentle sunshine whenever you entered his classroom, a doe in a beautiful blooming field of flowers that radiated warmth that made anyone and everyone around you comfortable and calm. It was odd to see you like this.
âIf you want to talk about it Iâm all ears,â he offered with a smile, reaching behind the head of your passenger seat and glancing behind as he reversed up his car from the parking lot.
Your heart raced at the gesture. You didnât know what about it was making you feel all flustered and small. His kind words and warm tone made it hard to keep your emotions in. Maybe you can just tell himâŠa little bit.
âI waited for my boyfriend to pick me upâŠbut he didnât come.â You murmured, heart aching as you said those words.
Hongjoongâs heart dropped, and he raised a brow at what you just said. Your boyfriend didnât show up?
âI know I shouldnât be so upsetâŠitâs just he promised. I understand he has obligations to his teamâŠI just feel like he forgot about me.â
Your sweet voice was so small. Hongjoong wanted nothing more than to soothe you and reassure you. Underneath all of that, he was bubbling with irritation. He kept a softened and caring expression on his face as he listened to you, gripping the stirring wheel to hide his annoyance.
âI-Iâm sorry to hear that,â he said so sympathetically. âYouâre such a sweet girl to be so understanding of your boyfriend. If I remember correctly your boyfriend isâŠâ
âWooyoung.â You whispered his name, your lips between your teeth as you tried to hold back your disappointed tears and hurt.
Hongjoongâs jaw tightened.
Right.
Jung Wooyoung.
âAhâŠyes. The universityâs baseball star.â He was also a student in one of his classes. A heartthrob along with his best friend and Baseball Vice Captain, Choi San.
âIâll feel better when I get home and sleep it off.â You didnât want to talk about him forgetting to pick you up any longer.
âIf you donât mind me asking, Ms. L/N, how long have you been together?â He asked, hoping his question was not so out of the blue as he continued to drive.
âAlmost three months now, Mr. Kim.â You replied, the idea of being with Wooyoung for so long making you a little happy despite tonightâs disappointment.
Lucky bastard. âOh, thatâs very recent.â
âI knowâŠbut heâs very sweet to me. He takes care of me and he really makes me happy.â You listed the good things that always made your heart flutter. Your sweet loving boyfriend who had pursued you and never pushed for anything you werenât ready for. If you were to describe your relationship with Wooyoung, it was like the love you see in the movies.
âThatâs good to hear. Youâre one of my sweetest students and Iâd be worried if you werenât happy,â Hongjoong smiled, earning the reaction he wanted and expected from someone as innocent as you.
Your pretty eyes widened at his words and you looked even shyer. He wondered if thatâs why your boyfriend was attracted to you.
You didnât know what to say but there was a small smile on your face when he called you one of his sweetest students.
âThank you, sir.â
Sir.
Hongjoongâs night was getting better than he could ever imagine. First, the surprise of seeing you still on campus alone as he left, then you accepting his offer to drive you home, and now, Sir? For a long time, he loved how that name slipped from your pretty glossed lips.
âIâm sure your boyfriend feels really guilty about not having shown up. Sometimes these things happen.â Hongjoong tried to reassure you, not really wanting to defend the University senior you were seeing but he needed to say what you wanted or needed to hear.
You take his words as it is. He was older than you so he knew about these things more than you. He was wiser. He was right, these things do happen. Wooyoung did apologize too. So maybe itâs not as bad as you were making it out to be.
Hongjoong noticed how you sat up a little, no longer sulking so cutely in the passenger seat. He smirked a little to himself, his eyes on the road. Did you trust his words that much? Was that how much power he had over you?
You were too innocent it concerned him.
You were truly a doe in a field of flowers. So pretty and so completely oblivious to the wolves hiding in the tall grass. He was sure your boyfriend was one of them and that he too had a deep dark desire for your innocence.
âIs this your place?â He pulled up outside an apartment complex, people passing by in the street as he looked up at the building observing it.
âYes, it is!â You chirped, happy that you were able to get home safely and it was all thanks to your kind and sweet professor. âThank you so much, Mr. Kim. I really appreciate it. I really cannot thank you enoughâŠand talking to you made me feel better. Iâm really lucky that you were here tonight.â
Hongjoong smiled, holding back from reaching over to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. He didnât want to scare you away.
âIf you ever find yourself in any kind of trouble, Ms. L/N, you can come to me okay? Here,â he reached into his pocket, getting his card but writing down his personal phone number in the back of it before holding it your way.
Like he expected you didnât think much of it, what a sweet girl.
âMr. Kim youâre so kind.â You took the pretty name card with his phone number in the back. âI donât get into trouble but I appreciate this. Thank you.â
âLet me help you get inside, okay?â He got out of his car with an umbrella, going over to your side to open the passenger seat door and to hold the umbrella over you and him so that he could escort you to your apartment lobby.
You stepped out of the car and blushed when you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders to gently guide you to the sidewalk and your apartment lobby. He made sure you were dry and safe and also took note of how an access card is needed to get in. He was glad you lived somewhere so safe.
You thanked him again, unable to look him in the eyes because the warm smile on his face was making your heart flutter.
âNow I can go home without worrying if you got back safe,â he lightheartedly teased, making you giggle. He was such a kind person. âTake care of yourself, Ms. L/N. Iâll see you on Monday.â
âEnjoy your weekend, Sir.â You bowed your head respectfully, appreciating how handsome he was in his coat and suit. It made him look like a character from the dramas you see on television.
Monday rolled around quicker than you thought while Hongjoong found the weekend went by agonizingly slow. As he set up his laptop in the lecture hall as other students filed in, he couldnât help but anticipate your arrival. He kindly smiled and greeted the students who had the energy to wish him a good morning, he even kept glancing at your seat that was still empty.
Were you not well? Did you catch a cold over the weekend from the rain on Friday night?
âYou really didnât have to walk me, Woo.â
Your gentle soft voice made the professor perk up and his heart race a little. Subtly, he glanced at the door, more students entering but behind them in the hall was you.
âHey, I still feel guilty about not having picked you up on Friday. Iâm gonna make it up to you.â Wooyoung placed his hand on your waist, feeling the soft fabric of your skirt. âYouâre too nice if youâre just gonna let me off the hook. Iâm gonna be extra attentive, okay baby?â
Hongjoong narrowed his eyes at the young dark-haired boy, his varsity jacket telling everyone that passed who he was and the status he had in the university. He zeroed in on the hand on your waist, Wooyoungâs thumb caressing you gently and his fingers even playing with the cute ribbons on your skirt.
âO-okay,â you blushed, trying to fight back the giddy smile that was forming on your face.
Wooyoung grinned at your response and glanced left and right before pulling you closer til you were pressed against him. Your wide eyes looked up at him in surprise and you got your body tingling when both his hands rested on your waist.
Your fluster only made your handsome boyfriend grin even more with that twinkle in his eyes that always made you feel special.
âYou have a nice day, okay?â He whispered and before you could respond, without a care in the world and with no shame if any other student passing would see, he leaned down and kissed your glossed lips.
Heat bloomed in your cheeks. This was different from the soft pecks and quick kisses heâd give, these were the kisses you liked from him. The deep ones that made your head feel all hazy. The one that made heat pool in your lower belly.
Wooyoung pulled back and pressed another kiss on your forehead. âIâll see you for lunch.â
âO-okay.â You murmured, feeling everyoneâs curious eyes on both of you and wanting to remain hidden by Wooyoungâs form.
Wooyoung smiled and then licked his lips. âOh? Strawberry?â
The mention of your flavored lip gloss made you look up at him, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.
âYouâre gonna have me craving you all morning, baby.â He dramatically placed a hand over his chest. âHow will I ever survive? One more.â He tried to go for another kiss and you squealed as he pulled you back.
âWoo, I have class!â
âBut strawberry!â He pouted as he kept you in his embrace, some students rolling their eyes at the two of you and some finding the two of you cute and amusing. Wooyoungâs teammates from down the hall caught wind of the two of you and hooted.
âSorry to interrupt but Iâll be starting my lecture soon.â
The voice of Mr. Kim made your eyes widen as embarrassment made you want to hide from his gaze.
âOh, Mr. Kim,â Wooyoung spoke his professor's name with no shame of getting caught being affectionate with his girlfriend. âMorning!â
Hongjoong could only manage a nod to his greeting before turning to you, still in your boyfriendâs hold and unable to look him in the eyes.
âMs. L/N, class starts in five minutes.â He spoke sternly, his tone making your lips form a small pout.
The way you reacted to him made the older man before you swoon. God, you were too cute.
âYes, sir.â
There it was again. The way you said âsirâ all defeated and cute.
âSorry, Mr. Kim.â Wooyoung apologized. âMy bad.â He removed his varsity jacket and draped it over your shoulders before kissing your cheek. âIâll see you at lunch, baby.â
Then Wooyoung sauntered away with a swing in his step and his bag over one shoulder, on his way to his respective class.
âSorry, Mr. Kim.â You murmured, keeping your gaze down and hugging your books to your chest as you went inside the room along with the last few students who arrived.
Hongjoong watched as you made your way to your seat. Your pretty skirt swayed with each step and he wondered if skirts made up most of your wardrobe. It must be such a delight for your boyfriend.
Loosening the grip he had on his pen as he watched the whole interaction between you and Wooyoung, he smiled at his students. What mattered the most to him was you were safe. You were here and you were safe and well. Never mind the fact that you and your boyfriend easily made up from Friday nightâs incident.
You were here.
The lecture was an enjoyable one not only for the students but him as well. As he discussed the significance of art during the Roman Empire, his students were all hooked in with his explanations and discussions, and even he got carried away excitedly with every question and topic.
âMr. Kim is so hot.â A classmate beside you, Jennie, whispered to her friend, the two of them giggling as your professor shared his knowledge with the class.
âAnd heâs so nice too. You think heâs a virgin?â Minsol whispered back and you felt your heart grow hot listening to them.
You fidgeted in your seat and tried to block them out, focusing on Professor Kim.
âHeâs so young to be a professor. Maybe he spent all that time studying to the max, you know! Maybe he is!â
âHeâs so cute.â Minsol chuckled. âBut then heâs so sexy when he pushes his hair back.â
And almost as if on cue, Mr. Kim ran his fingers through his dark brown locks, pushing them back as he smiled at his students in awe at the discussion.
He was handsome. You admitted that a long time ago. Attractive? Yes. But he was your professor. It was wrong to think of him the way Jennie and Minsol were.
Til now, their voices couldnât be blocked out completely.
âIâd gladly blow him for a good grade,â Jennie whispered, her eyes looking Hongjoong up and down.
âJennie!â Minsol playfully smacked her friend, her voice still hushed.
âWhat? Just think of it. Goody two shoes Mr.Kim so kind and worried that your grades are slipping, and then you tell him youâd do anything to raise your grade.â Jennie described the scenario so vividly. âNo one needs to know what goes on behind closed doors.â
Your heart was racing in your chest as you listened to the fantasy. It didnât help that Mr. Kim was right there before your eyes as Jennieâs voice whispered discreetly to her friend such a scandalous scenario.
âBut it wonât stop there.â
That piqued your interest and you felt ashamed to have been so curious.
âHe has a nice car too. Imagine fucking in the backseat of that luxury car way past campus hours in secret.â
Your heart thumped strongly at the mention of his car. You had been in his car and the dirty thought of Mr. Kim being all over your body and kissing you in the spacious backseat crossed your mind.
You couldnât help but rub your thighs together.
Hongjoongâs eyes scanned all his students, happy that they were enjoying the class but paused when he saw you. Your body was swallowed by your boyfriendâs big varsity jacket and you looked flustered, even biting your glossed lips, fidgeting in your seat.
Then he saw the two girls next to you giggling and gossiping. What were they talking about that was making you blush so much? Briefly, your eyes moved from your notebook and locked with his but you immediately looked down when you saw that he had been looking your way.
Hongjoong could only assume they were talking about him. In what way? He wasnât sure but it was a way that was making you look even shyer and could he dare say, hot and bothered?
Then the bell rang.
âAlright, weâll continue the discussion on Wednesday and Iâll hand you all your Renaissance art period essays that I already graded then. Have a nice day.â Hongjoongâs elegant and calm voice echoed in the lecture hall, as he made his way behind his desk, sitting out the papers.
A chorus of thanks was sent his way as the students little by little exited the lecture hall. He looked your way, watching as you packed your things and gathered your books.
âHey, Y/N!â Jennie turned to you. âHow are you and your stud of a boyfriend?â
âOh, m-me and Woo?â Your lashes fluttered so prettily as Hongjoong pretended he couldnât hear you and the girls.
âYeah! We saw you two being all cute and kissy out in the hall.â Minsol chuckled as she touched up her makeup with powder.
âWeâre great.â You couldnât stop the happy smile on your face as you thought of your boyfriend.
âHeâs your first boyfriend, right? Have you twoâŠyou knowâŠ.â
Your brows furrowed. âHave we what?â
Hongjoong fought his sigh at how oblivious you were.
Minsolâs eyes widened as she snapped her compact closed and leaned over. âYou guys havenât?â
âWhat are you two talking about?â You tilted your head like a puppy.
The two girls exchanged looks of shock.
âY/NâŠâ Jennie leaned closer, lowering her voice even further but Hongjoongâs ears were sharp. âAre you a virgin?â
Immediately, your face was burning as you hugged your books to your chest, wanting to cover your face with Wooyoungâs jacket.
âHoly shit!â Minsol exclaimed then realized she had been loud. She looked towards the whiteboard and saw Mr. Kim looking at the three of you questioningly. âUhâŠsorry Mr. Kim!â
Hongjoong only smiled and he shook his head, returning to his papers and was glad that he was sitting behind his desk as the idea of you never being touched morphed from shock and into desire. He kind of guessed you wereâŠbut dating the star athlete and heartthrob of the campus made him second guess that you were.
âGirl, you need to come with us!â Jennie hooked her arm with yours and Minsol on the other as the two of you made your way out of the lecture hall.
âBye, Mr. Kim!â They chimed as they dragged you out with them.
âB-bye, sir.â Your little voice reached his ears as the three of you finally left him alone in the empty hall.
Hongjoong hunched over, crossing his arms on his desk as he groaned.
You were driving him insane.
Whatâs worse was that you didnât even intend to do so.
He wanted you.
He needed you.
As the afternoon passed, Hongjoong made his way to his office. The hall was empty as students were in their classes or their club activities. It was peaceful til he heard hushed whispers ahead from an empty classroom, the door only slightly ajar.
The professor frowned. Were there students doing another weed deal on campus? Before concluding, through the very small gap of the wooden double doors, he took a peek.
âS-someone could walk in.â
Was that his sweet Y/Nâs voice? Hongjoongâs heart began to race.
âBaby, I promise no one is. This room is always vacant at this hour.â Wooyoung reassured you, kissing your neck as his hands roamed your body, specifically caressing your thighs that were parted as he stood between them.
Hongjoong swallowed the lump in his throat.
Perched on the large mahogany desk, was you. Your skirt was hiked up higher as your boyfriend pressed against you, his paws all over your soft body, feeling you through your clothes.
âYou look so sexy in my jacket,â Wooyoung whispered in your ear, his hand moving lower til they were under your skirt. âI couldnât stop thinking of how good you looked during lunch.â
You softly yelped when his fingers pressed against your core through your cotton panties. âW-woo!â
âAwe, baby, are you getting wet? All for me?â
âW-woo,â you whimpered when he traced his fingers along your slit, embarrassed at the dirty talk.
âFuck, youâre soaking through your panties, baby. Tell me you want me to touch you. Ask me and Iâll make you feel good, baby.â
You wanted him to keep touching you but you felt a little guilty. You had started to feel hot way earlier than your boyfriend knew. Jennie and Minsolâs hushed whispering from class about Mr. KimâŠashamedly had made you ache.
âM-make me feel good, Woo.â
Your boyfriend groaned against your neck, rubbing you through your panties. âMy pretty baby. You deserve so much.â
Your back arched when he applied more pressure to your clit.
âIâll make you feel good, baby. I promiseâŠ. but I wonât make your first time here in a classroom.â He kissed your neck messily, licking your skin.
âBut YoungieâŠâ you didnât want him to stop touching you. He has touched you like this many times before when he came over but it never went past that. He didnât want to force you into something you werenât ready for but as time passed and the more you fell for him, youâve been wanting to go all the way with him.
âDonât worry, baby. Iâll make you cum. Iâll be a good boyfriend and let my pretty girlfriend cum.â He kissed your forehead, slipping his hand under your panties to truly feel you. âYouâre so wet, baby.â He moaned, collecting your slick and spreading it all over your pussy.
âYoungie,â you whimpered, gripping his shirt as your thighs trembled at the delicious friction.
âI love it when you call me that,â he sighed, repressing the urge that he indeed in fact wanted to ruin his pretty untouched girlfriend. He loved you and he wanted to treat you right as best as he could. You werenât like the other girls heâs been with. He liked how you looked at him with stars in your eyes.
Your thighs squeezed at his sides unable to close as he continued to play with your pussy, touching you heavily and the way you liked. You couldnât help but softly moan and pant at the intoxicating pleasure.
Hongjoong was burning with jealousy. A part of him wanted to disrupt the two of you and scold the two of you for misconduct as he had every right as a professor to do so. ButâŠyou looked so pretty falling apart for your boyfriend. Brows furrowed as your lips part and sigh, the setting sun hitting your skin in such a way that the lewd imagery before him was like a movie. He could feel his desire straining in his trousers. He wanted to watch.
âYoungie,â you whimpered so prettily.
Hongjoong took note of how your back arched when Wooyoung nibbled and kissed at a spot on your neck. You must be extra sensitive there. He also imagined how soft your breasts would be if he was the one cupping them through your cute blouse.
âYou close baby?â Wooyoung rasped against your ear, rubbing your clit faster, making you lean your head forward to rest on his chest.
âNuh-uh,â Wooyoung clicked his tongue, his right hand leaving your breast to grab you by the chin, making you look at him. âLet me see your pretty face, baby.â He swiped his thumb over your lower lip and bit his lip when you suddenly took his digit into your mouth, softly sucking on it. Where the fuck did you learn to do that? âCâmon, baby. Cum. Cum for me.â
You released his thumb with a soft pop, your lips even glossier from your gloss and saliva. You were panting and moaning so cutely, Wooyoung felt he was going to cum in his pants just at the sight of you getting off his fingers. He massaged your clit faster, watching the way your lids began to droop as you blinked up at him hazily and your lips part in a cute little âoâ.
âYoungie!â You cried out, back arching and thighs trembling as you reached your high, your pussy dripping more arousal all over your boyfriendâs fingers.
âThatâs it, baby. Such a pretty baby.â Wooyoung cooed, enjoying your fucked out expression. It was addicting really. His sweet innocent girlfriend falling apart for him. If you were this fucked out by just fingers, he canât imagine how fucking delectable you looked when he finally fucked you.
Hongjoong bit his lip as he watched you come down from your high. How your arms wrapped around your boyfriend as he slowed his circles on your clit. He wished he could see how your pussy looked, how wet it was, and how sweet the nectar it produced.
Wooyoung took his hand from your panties and brought his fingers to his lips, your eyes widening. His hand left its grip on your face.
âW-woo!â
That didnât stop him from letting his tongue dart out to lick his digits. âYou taste so sweet, baby. Maybe Iâll come up tonight once I drop you off and really have a good taste of you.â
You blushed at his words and felt heat spark in your lower belly at what he hinted. Did he mean that he was going to kiss and taste you down there? With his tongue? The idea made your cheeks grow hot but that only made your boyfriend grin.
âOh? Youâre not opposed to it?â He teased, enjoying the way you only huffed and pouted your pretty lips. âHere, baby. Taste yourself.â
Hongjoong watched as you wearily, so curiously, poked out your cute tongue to lick your boyfriendâs fingers. How did you taste? Did you like it? You batted your lashes up at your boyfriend who awaited your verdict.
âSo? How do you taste?â He took your hand in his other one, just relishing the moment you two had in the orange sunset-lit classroom.
âG-good.â
âAtta, girl.â Wooyoung grinned, taking you into his embrace and kissing you again.
Hongjoong felt his head pound from how hard he was in his pants. He wanted a taste. He needed a taste.
How was he going to get close to you when you and your boyfriend were all fine and dandy again?
âWhat do you say, baby? Friday night? Iâll come over and weâll watch a movie. Iâll bring your favorite strawberries coated in chocolate. Then maybeâŠâ he caressed your cheek. âWe could go all the way?â
âW-wonât it hurt?â
Wooyoung and Hongjoongâs hearts ached at your sweetness.
âWell, when Friday rolls around, and youâre not up for it. Itâs okay. Weâll just have a cozy little date and make out. Iâll wait for you when youâre ready. Okay?â
His gentle voice along with his care for you made your stomach flutter. âO-okay.â You leaned your cheek into his palm. âI love you, Woo.â
âI love you too, baby.â
While you and Wooyoung basked in the moment you two found yourselves in, Hongjoong made a beeline to his office and locked the door. He glanced down and saw the bulge of his cock poking through his tailored trousers. He threw his head back, slamming it against the door as he groaned.
He was going to have to take care of it himself cause it wasnât going to go away til he did.
He didnât know when the stalkingâ okay, in his defense, following and keeping an eye on you, started.
All Hongjoong knew was, he needed to get to know you. He needed to get closer somehow, be a friend. Someone you could turn to and cry to. Plus, you lived alone, away from your parents. You needed someone to protect you.
From all the wolves that surrounded you, including that boyfriend of yours.
As he passed the baseball field from where he parked his car, he couldnât help but overhear a group of young wolf pups gathered and talking beneath the morning sun. They all wore the same varsity jacket, making Hongjoongâs pack of wolves analogy even truer.
âSo? Did you and Y/N go all the way yet?â The Vice Captain of the team asked, the young and handsome Mr. Choi.
The rest of the boys began to nudge and tease their Captain who had been tossing the baseball in his hand nonchalantly.
âYeah, have you and little Miss all prim and proper done more than just second base?â The tallest of them, Song Mingi, joined in the teasing, the boys all grinning and tossing ooâs and ahâs. âYour girl has a nice ass.â
âHey,â Wooyoung harshly hissed at his teammate. âYeah, and thatâs my girl youâre talking about.â
âCanât blame Mingi. Youâre with the campusâs dream girl.â Jongho added, running his fingers through his brown hair.
âDream girl?â Wooyoungâs brows furrowed.
âYeah! Sure sheâs lowkey and literally the nicest person on campus. Hell, she even helped me with calculus. I even thought of asking her out on a date.â San chirped. âBut you got to her first. Anyway, thatâs beside the point, did you guys finally do it? Friday night?â
Hongjoong remained hidden behind the shadows of the bleachers, needing to know the answer to Sanâs question.
âWe didnât. She got nervous and you know, I have to be a good boyfriend and wait. I donât want to pressure her. Sheâs a nice girl.â Wooyoung finally responded, his answer earning a groan from his friends.
Mingi stared at him for a moment. âYou should be a saint. That amount of self-control is crazy.â
âWell, good things come to those who wait, Mingi.â Wooyoung grinned. âIâm a hundred percent sure my girl is worth the wait and more.â
âYouâre really down bad for her, huh?â Jongho laughed softly, actually admiring the fact that Wooyoung was becoming a better guy with you.
âY-yeahâŠshe is. I really love her.â
âI just canât believe she fell for you. After all the girls you slept with in the past and the parties. She still fell for Jung Wooyoung. Anyways,â Jongho clapped Wooyoung on the back. âI hope you get some soon.â
San wouldnât relent though.
âHas she at least beenâŠyou knowâŠ.giving? I know you worship the fuck out of her in different ways but has the pretty princess given back?â
Hongjoong should head back to his office before heâs caught butâŠhe needed to know the details.
âSan, she doesnât know how.â
Wooyoungâs response made San groan and Hongjoong fought back his own.
âSheâs a fucking angel your girlfriend.â San huffed his crush on you not concerning Wooyoung as he knew San would never cross the line.
âDude, when you get to teach her, itâs gonna be so fucking hot.â Mingi sighed, thinking of who to contact for his next hookup. He needed to fuck.
Hongjoong couldnât help but agree. To teach someone as beautiful and pretty as you, how to use your cute mouth and delicate handsâŠthe fantasy of you between his legs while he sits on his office couchâŠguiding you while you look up at him for him to lead youâŠthe young pups have a point.
âOkay, can you guys chill and not talk about my girlfriend like that?â Wooyoung lightly scolded his friends. âAnyways, you guys better be on your best behavior for tonightâs practice. I'm driving Y/N home for our date and I really donât want to have to bail again because Coach isnât happy with our performance.â
âWeâll do our best,â San spoke for them, sending a pointed glare to Mingi and Jongho, theyâre bickering always getting their Coach to overtime their practices. âBut coach hasnât been in a good mood as far as I know.â
Wooyoung swore under his breath, worry bubbling in his chest when he imagined your disappointment and the way your eyes become glassy as you fight back tears. He really didnât want to make you feel like he didnât care about you againâŠhe knew you understood his obligations to his team. He just hoped he wouldnât forget to update you this time and keep you waiting for him.
Hongjoong didnât stay long after that. He went off his merry way back to his office, wondering if tonight would be another chance to have some time with you again. Be your knight in shining armor if your boyfriend doesnât pick you up again.
All he needed to do was stay in your good graces.
After all, he just wanted to take care of youâŠ
It began with longer conversations after class, asking how you were doing and if you understood the lecture or not. Then when midterms started to round the corner he would casually stay past campus hours just so that he could âby chanceâ be finishing up late at the same time you were finished up studying in the library.
But this time, when he found you, the sun was beginning to set and you were in one of the library aisles, in the sections students donât frequent, on the floor hugging your knees to your chest. Your back was against the tall wooden bookshelf and you were by the window, your head below the window pane as you softly sniffled.
Hongjoong felt his stomach twist. What did your boyfriend do?
âMs. L/N?â As softly as he could, he called out to you and he saw you visibly stiffen.
âM-Mr. Kim?â You kept your head down, too embarrassed to look up at him because he would see the tears and puffiness in your eyes.
âAre you okay, Ms. L/N?â He slowly approached, observing your body language if you would shrink away from him. He kneeled before you. âDid something happen? Why are you crying?â
You bit your lip, fighting back the way it quivered as you wanted to tell him exactly what happened but you were crying over something so silly.
A gentle warm hand softly patted your head, your heart stopping at the touch. Maybe you could tell him everything. BesidesâŠhe has been so kind to you and only ever wanted to make sure you were okay. When the two of you spent time together and talked, you would sometimes forget he was your professor and not just a friend.
And yet, your heart couldnât help but want to be in the palm of his hand, knowing heâd be gentle with it.
When you lifted your head to look at him, the tears in your eyes had Hongjoong almost falling to his knees and wanting to embrace you right then and there. âIâll take you to my office okay?â He offered, taking out his handkerchief and putting it in your trembling hands.
âO-okay.â You murmured.
With a guiding arm around your shoulders and making sure no wandering eyes would see the two of you, the likelihood being low since it was past class hours, the varsity teams were training and it was a Friday, he led you to his office.
You stood awkwardly in the middle of his office, clutching his handkerchief in your hand, a part of your brain contemplating the idea of being vulnerable in your professor's office. It was highly inappropriate. Should anyone find outâ
You were torn from your thoughts when a pair of warm arms wrapped around you so gently. You blinked a couple of times unable to process what was happening and the beating of your heart. Hongjoong cradled the back of your head as he held you close to him, your cheek brushing against his neck.
âIt hurts to see you cry.â He whispered, unable to hold himself back from soothing you then he pulled away and led you to the leather couch in his office.
You sat on one end while he was on the other, the gap between you reminding you of the intrusive thought of the distance you and Wooyoung might have soonâŠ
âWhatâs wrong, darling? You can tell me, you know. Iâm always here to lend an ear. Whatever it is I wonât judge you, especially when it hurts you this deeply.â
Hongjoong tried to meet your eyes that were cast down on your fingers on your lap, fiddling with his handkerchief. Was it your boyfriend? He swore if it was Jung Wooyoung he was going to teach that boy a lesson.
Hesitantly, you allowed yourself to speak freely to him.
A moment of weakness?
âI-I overheard Youngieâs friends when I was in the libraryâŠthey were about to leave for practice andâŠâ you felt that lump in your throat creep up higher, making you want to sob again as you remembered what they said. âThey said that they felt b-bad for him.â
Bad for him?
âItâs a bitâŠtmiâŠsir. Iâm sorry itâs hard to speak about it.â You stared at the edge of your skirt, feeling the shame and embarrassment you had felt earlier crawling on your skin.
âAh? TMI.â Hongjoong crossed his arms over his chest, trying to play it off as if itâs nothing to make it comfortable for you to tell him. âWell, Ms. L/N, we are two adults, arenât we not? Plus, itâs after university hours. Iâm here for you right now as a friend and Iâd like to help soothe your troubles if you would let me.â
It was almost too easy the way you caved into his words. Jung Wooyoung did not deserve a sweet girl like you.
âYoungieâs teammatesâŠsaid they feel bad for him because I havenâtâŠâ you paused, heat blooming in your tear-stained cheeks. âI havenât slept with him.â Then you felt that ache in your heart return. âI donât want to lose him, Mr. Kim. I love him so much. I-I want to be a good girlfriend.â
Hongjoongâs heart broke. His beautiful wilted rose. How dare those dumb boys speak so ill of you?
âYouâre a good girlfriend Iâm sure, Ms. L/N.â He reassured you with such calmness, his words made you perk up a little. âYou didnât hear these words from Wooyoung himself right?â
You nodded.
âBut even thoughâŠI still want to make him feel good. He always makes me feelâŠâ you trailed off, realizing that you were talking about the intimate things you and your boyfriend do. âItâs not that I donât want to be with Wooyoung like thatâŠI justâŠI donât want to disappoint him.â
âDisappoint him how?â
âWooyoung has been with girlsâŠwith experience. Heâs my first boyfriend and heâs the first man to ever touch m-meâŠkiss meâŠâ
Hongjoong was fighting back the attraction grew the more you spoke about your lack of experience. He couldnât believe those boys had you questioning your worth all because you were scared to go all the way with your boyfriend.
âI-I even tried watchingâŠvideosâŠon how I can do things for WooyoungâŠbut I just am too scared to initiate it. What if I do something wrong and it goes horribly?â
âYou shouldnât need to worry about that. Iâm sure yourâŠâ Hongjoong held himself back from saying what he said with jealousy. ââŠboyfriend would be more than happy to teach you. Has he offered to?â
You shook your head.
âAhâŠI see.â Hongjoong sat back, trying to think of what to say next. âIâm pretty sure what you lack is practiceâŠâ he trod carefully, gauging your expression with each word he was choosing. âYouâll never know til you give it a try. With everything in life, you learn as you go.â
He watched as you took each word seriously, a rather sweet pensive look on your face as you nodded at his advice. Hongjoong hoped he didnât cross the line by saying that and made things awkward between the two of you.
âIf I may speak as another human being helping another,â Hongjoong continued, hoping to calm your stormy mind. âI just hope you donât feel pressured to do anything with your boyfriend or anyone. Itâs very sweet of you to want to do something this intimate with someone you desire but Iâd rather you wonât do anything youâre not comfortable with.â
You fiddled with the hem of your skirt, going over all the caring and sweet affirmations Mr. Kim was giving you. How was it you felt so safe with him? He was too kind to youâŠyet you enjoyed the company he gave.
When Wooyoung wasnât able to take you home from extended practices and last minute cancellations and texts, Professor Kim was always there to somehow salvage the day. To stop the breaking of your heart with his warm smile and effort to get to know you and make conversation.
âM-Mr. KimâŠâ
You finally spoke. Hongjoong smiled warmly at the call of his name. He observed how your cheeks began to flush. Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you hesitate to continue. You suck in a shaky breath, forcing yourself to be brave and look him in the eye.
âCould you guide me?â
Nothing but your voice rang in his ears at this moment. Hongjoong was shocked by the question. Was it a question? With the way your eyes were bleary and glossy, how your lips were trembling, and how flustered you appeared. It was a plea.
âMs.L/NâŠ.â He tried to resist as much as he could, knowing that if he were to cross the line, he wouldnât be able to go back. You were his forbidden desire. If he were to take a bite, he would want nothing more than to consume you.
You knew what you asked was silly and inappropriate, and a part of you regretted asking but if you were to leave this room right now, all you would be able to think about was how Wooyoungâs friends talked about you and wonder how much Wooyoung shared to his friends about yours and his relationship.
Mr.Kim looked speechless and flustered from what you asked of him. Maybe you shouldnât have asked.
âMr.Kim, I-Iâm so sorry,â you quickly blurted out, trying to salvage the odd atmosphere. âPlease forget everything I said. Thank you so much for comforting meâ
"Are you sure you want me to help, Ms. L/N?â Hongjoong stopped your rambling, taking your hand that you hadnât realized was trembling from nerves but the moment he spoke and he touched you, your body found a sense of calm. âI just donât want to make you do anything youâll regret.â
Oh, he wanted to help.
âI-I wouldnât have asked anyone else but you...I feel safe with you.â You mumbled shyly, staring at his pretty hand holding yours, his thumb rubbing soothingly over your knuckles.
âYour trust in me is something I shall cherish and I wouldnât dare break it.â He looked you in the eyes as he said that, the warmth and intensity of them made your heart flutter. âI promise Iâll keep it strictly professional and Iâll make sure to put your comfort first.â
Your heart fluttered again. âO-okay.â
âHow would you like this to go?â
âI-Iâm not sureâŠWooyoung usually takes the lead whenever we do anything more than kissingâŠâ you were speaking so softly, it was pulling at Hongjoongâs heartstrings. You were so precious. âI wouldnât mind you taking the leadâŠteach me how to make Wooyoung feel good.â You squeezed his hand nervously and he kept his soft smile on his face, hiding his excitement.
Youâll let him take the lead?
âOkay, sweetheart. I promise I wonât do anything youâre not comfortable with okay?â He caressed your cheek fondly, forcing himself to not brush your lips with his thumb. âTell me to stop when it gets too much.â
âThank you, sir.â You whispered, feeling all tense as he got closer.
Sir? Were you trying to kill him? He scooted closer, your knees touching his own. âDo I have permission to touch you, darling?â
The pet name made you feel just a little bit more hotter. The way he said it, his voice a low purr, made you feel things you thought youâd only feel with Wooyoung.
âY-yes, sir.â
Experimentally, he slowly glided his hand up the side of your thigh, the sweet gasp falling from your lips making him smirk against your neck. He brushed his lips against your neck, before whispering in your ear. âYouâve watched videos as research, correct?â
You stuttered out your response, feeling your body grow warm with the way his hand smoothed up and down your thigh, never going higher than where your skirt stopped. âI didâŠâ Was it wrong that you wanted his hand to move higher?
Hongjoong held back from kissing your neck, testing the waters of what exactly he could do to you. His hand moved to your waist now, caressing the curve of your side then stopping so that his thumb was just below the underside of your bra covered chest.
âWhy donât you show me what you learned, hm? Then Iâll guide you along the way.â He suggested, his tone going just a little lower than usual.
And thatâs how you found yourself on your knees, between your professor's trousered thighs, your eyes looking at him with such uncertainty and the willingness to learn.
âDonât be shy. Iâm sure you won't disappoint,â Hongjoong reassured you, petting your head lovingly while his thoughts were going wild at the mere sight of you all cute and demure between his legs.
âO-okay.â
As you had watched and observed, you placed your hands on his thighs. They trembled a little. What if you messed up here too? You shook the thought away. Professor Kim was going to guide you. Youâll be okay and then youâll be able to make Wooyoung feel good too.
All of this was for Wooyoung.
You slowly slid your hands up his thighs feeling the smooth fabric of his trousers as you recounted the videos you had seen. You remembered how the woman in the video would trace her fingers over the manâs groinâŠbut was Hongjoong evenâŠturned on?
You remember how stiff Wooyoung would get when you were on his lap as you two made out, his hands running up and down your sides then over the curve of your ass, squeezing it.
Do you need to kiss Mr. Kim too?
Before asking, you experimentally softly placed your palm against his groin, blushing to find that he was hot and rather stiff through his pants. A shaky breath escaped him and you retracted your hand.
âW-was that not okay?â
âIt was fine,â he managed a smile for you, getting hard at just how shy and sweet you were. âYouâre doing fine.â
âO-okay,â you swallowed the lump in your throat, gliding your palm over his clothed groin before sliding higher, your other hand joining to unbuckle his belt.
Each gentle and inexperienced touch or ghost of your fingers over his crotch was making his cock twitch to life. It was so easy for him to be turned onâŠwellâŠbecause it was you. It was endearing how focused yet nervous you were and once you tugged his briefs down low enough for his cock to spring up, your eyes stared at his length.
From his reclined position on the couch, his legs spread to accommodate you, he was able to notice the way your thighs squeezed to tether at the sight of him.
Your face was hot as your eyes took in the sight of his cock. It was way more intimidating to see one in person than on a screenâŠwas it odd for you to think it was rather pretty? The head was a soft pink and it glistened with something that made your tongue somehow itch to want to try and wrap your mouth around him. Would he fit in your mouth? Would he fit inâ you stopped yourself from thinking that. You canât go all the way with Mr. Kim, you were going to do that with Wooyoung.
Feeling his warm gaze on you, you gently wrapped your hand around his length. The feeling of him hot and heavy in your palm, the girth of him, made your core pulse.
Hongjoong bit his lip at the gentle touch, the smoothness of your palm, and the dainty way you held him making him sensitive to whatever you were doing. He knew it wasnât on purpose that you were prolonging any sort of movement, you werenât sure what to do next.
âTell me what you learned,â he managed to speak calmly. âOr what you observed.â
Squeezing your thighs together and inching closer to get into a comfortable position, you thought of what to answer. âIn the videosâŠthe girls take their partner in their mouthâŠand some just move their handâŠI'm not sure what to do next, Iâm sorry.â You looked away, embarrassed.
This was exactly why you never initiated it with Wooyoung. If you did and you messed up or did not even follow through, he wouldâve mentioned it to his friends somehow in their talks.
Hongjoong saw how nervous you were and tried to suppress the desire to command you what to do and how you should do it, he placed his hand over yours that was softly holding his cock. He couldnât be mean to youâŠas much as he wanted to completely control you and make you feel pleasure that would have you falling apart for him, he wanted to be gentle with you.
âIâll guide you, okay?â His other hand petted the top of your head, making the nerves yo I had been feeling dwindle. You nodded.
âYou have to spit on it first, sweetheart.â
His words made your eyes widen. The dirty notion was embellished with a sweet term of endearment. Hearing it from him, from the mouth where only kindness, care and knowledge was all you heard come out of it, made you feel warm.
âSpit on it?â
âI know it sounds odd but itâll help. Iâll guide you on how to use your hand first. Donât be shy, darling.â
His encouragement only made you want to do as he says. You told yourself it only feels weird because youâve never done it before and Mr. Kim was kind enough to help you be more confident when the time comes for you to do it with your boyfriend.
Leaning over, you collected your saliva and spat softly. Hongjoong bit back any sound that dared escape him at the moment not ready to break the promise of being professional for your sake but the warmth of your spit and how shyly you did it turned him on even more.
âNow,â he guided your hand. âSpread it around with my precum like this.â He loosely moved your hand, letting your dainty fingers be covered by the mix of your spit and his precum. âItâll be easier to move your hand this way, itâll feel good.â
You nodded, feeling the slickness against your palm and how it now easily glided along his length with his hand still over yours.
âYou have to hold it just a little tighter.â He closed his hand over yours a little tighter but not too tight but just enough to tell you how much pressure you should be applying.
âL-like this?â You adjusted your grip and slowly while your hand moved in slow up and down motions, he removed his hand and a deep sigh of bliss left him.
âJust like that, sweetheartâŠjust like that.â His voice dipped lower and his head rolled back a little, giving you the perfect view of his sharp jawline and pink lips.
Your eyes kept shifting from his face and to his cock in your hand, entranced somehow by the idea of how he was feeling good by just your hand. Watching a video was completely different from actually doing it. You recalled the way a girl in a video would twist her hand as she glided her hand up and down, and you decided to try the motion.
Hongjoong hissed out a curse at the new movement. âThat feels good.â His hips bucked up a little, pushing his cock up in your hand.
Feeling a little braver, you leaned forward to press your lips on the head of his cock, kissing it and feeling heat surge to your core at how warm the tip was against your lips.
Hongjoong lifted his head from its thrown back position to look at you, the sudden sensation of your soft lips on his cock turning him on further.
âYou want to try that already?â He asked, his hand gripping the armrest of the couch when your doe eyes looked up at him so innocently, your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and nodded, it was driving him crazy. It was getting harder and harder to retain any sense of composure. âGo ahead, sweetheart. Show me what you learned. Youâre already doing so well. You look so cute like this too.â
His words of praise and compliments made both your heart and core throb. It made you try even harder to please him. You wondered if it was okay that you were getting wet. You could feel your slick sticking to the gusset of your panties and against the lips of your pussy.
Hongjoong moaned softly when he felt your hot tongue swirling around his cock head. He twitched within your hand continued their rhythmic twisting and up and down rhythm. He watched as you tasted him. He could see the way your brows furrowed at the taste and when he felt you take more of him in your mouth and suckle at the sensitive tip of his cock, you were making it harder for him to not buck his hips up into your pretty mouth.
âYou doing okay?â He asked, gently placing his hand behind the back of your head, caressing you.
You nodded, humming, the vibrations of your sound adding some extra pleasure to the way you were giving him head.
âF-fuck, youâre doing so good, sweetheart. Such a good girl.â
The way he said that made your pussy clench. Why did that have some effect on you? It sounded so hot coming from him and it made you want to please him even more.
Eventually, you took what you could of him in your mouth, fighting back your gag reflex and bobbing your head shallowly along his cock. Your hand continued to jerk what you couldnât fit of his length in your little mouth. You were aching so bad, you couldnât help but let your free hand slide between your thighs to find your pussy, surprised at how wet you were. It was easy to spread your arousal all over your cunt and begin massaging your clit the way you liked, settling for the friction of your fingers.
Hongjoong noticed your dainty hand between your legs. The sight of you suckling and bobbing your cute head up and down along his cock, and touching yourself was sending him to the edge. Plus your lips tinted with pink gloss were mixing with your saliva as you continued to suck him off. You were so fucking cute.
âIâm close darling. Youâre doing so well. You had nothing to be so nervous about. F-fuck.â He shuddered when he felt the head of his cock hit the back of your throat and you squeaked so adorably, the sound muffled. What a cute little slut you were touching yourself as you stuffed your little mouth with his cock. Though he was saying such sweet praises, deep down he wanted to fuck his cock into your mouth and watch you cry from taking him. He was betting youâd look up at him with wide pleading eyes with tears as you let him use you as his personal cock sleeve.
The mere thought of that sent him over the edge and without warning, he came. A small squeak left you as sudden hot spurts of cum spilled into your mouth. You latched off of him in surprise, your hand still pumping him as he came. His moans and the way his head was thrown back, made you stop touching yourself so you could focus fully on the way he climaxed all over your face.
âFuck!â He groaned as his hand that was cradling your head gripped your hair and his hips bucked up into your hand, riding out his high. You whimpered as he tugged at your hair, the sensation making your clit throb. Why did that feel good? Why did having his release on your cheeks and in your mouth, turned you on?
âOpen up, darling. Let me see.â Hongjoong tugged your hair back almost forcibly, his gaze almost predatory, it scared you a bit. Youâve never seen such a dark, menacing yet charming expression on your sweet and kind professor.
You parted your lips and he smirked.
He wondered if you knew just how cute and ruined your look right now. Pink gloss smeared over your lips and your cheeks flushed and stained with his white sticky cum, and the best of all, his seed was on your tongue.
He wished he could take a picture.
You didnât realize you were breathing slowly as your heart was racing and he stared down at you with a glint in his eye that you couldnât quite place.
âYou look so pretty like this, darling.â His grip on your hair loosened and his hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb dipping into your mouth as you still obediently kept your lips parted for him. He smeared more of his cum all over your lips and chin, finding the idea of him on your skin so hotâŠitâs like he marked you. âSuch a good girl.â He cooed and you didnât know why you did what you did but you swallowed his salty release, and his reaction made it all worth it. âWhat a perfect girl you are.â
His praise only made your heart flutter, his words only feeding that part of you that wanted to please himâŠto please Wooyoung.
âD-do you think Woo will like it?â You asked, your voice a little hoarse as you sat there on your knees, looking up at him so sweetly.
Hongjoong held back from rolling his eyes at the mention of the boy who didnât deserve you. He masked his annoyance with a smile. âHeâll like it, darling. You did really well. I mean it.â He took his handkerchief and began to clean you up, gently dabbing your cheek.
Despite the ache between your thighs, you couldnât stop the way a smile grew on your face at the approval from your most trusted mentor.
âThank you so much, Mr. Kimâ
âHongjoong.â He cut you off with a gentle smile, looking at you lovingly.
âWhat?â You stuttered that same feeling you felt earlier, the confusion of the same way he made your heart flutter like Wooyoung does.
âYou can call me Hongjoong when itâs just the two of us, darling. I think with how close weâve gottenâŠIâd like you to call me by my name. Donât you think weâre rather close?â
There was something about his eyes that captivated you. It was so magnetic it was hard to not be completely wonderstruck and in control of that powerful gaze.
All you could do was nod.
âThatâs a good girlâŠâ he cooed, smiling warmly. âPerhaps, you need more guidance. You want to be a good girlfriend for your Wooyoung right?â
You did, you wanted to be the best girlfriend for him.
âI doâŠâ
âSometimes what you see online is not entirely reliable. Iâm offering youâŠprivate lessonsâŠdoesnât that sound good for you?â
You nodded, letting him pull you up on and onto his lap, gasping when your core pressed against his thigh.
âIâll teach you all there is to know. I want what's best for you and for you to know exactly what youâre getting into.â He ran his hand up and down your thigh, slowly. âYou donât want to disappoint Wooyoung, right?â
âI donât SirâŠâ you said so quickly.
So innocent. So naive. So dumb. So perfect for him to ruin.
He never thought heâd get to this point.
All this time, he has only ever admired you and desired you from afar. He kept his reputation as a well-loved and kind professor so that no one and you, especially you, would ever question his motives.
âNow, I think we should try this again. You did really well but I can teach you a little extra something that will make your boyfriend so, so, so happy.â
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toji making suggestive comments towards reader infront of newborn megumi, then reader getting mad at him telling him to never do it again đđ
⣠tags. dad!toji x female reader. fluff + suggestive themes. reader gets called âmamaâ.
âdonât start.â
you knew it â just by taking one glance at your husband from your seat at the couch â you knew toji was up to no good. his hands in the pockets of his shorts, eyes half lidded whilst checking you out and the corner of his lip curled up into a menacing grin; he was seconds away from making inappropriate comments about you, to you.
âainât said nothinâ yet.â toji shrugs, smirk still in place. he sits down next to you on the couch and looks down at the baby who was curled up on your chest.
it was an adorable picture; to see the mother of his child being so nurturing and caring, so loving and content. it was an every day sight, yet those mundane moments intensified the urge to take you to the bedroom and shower you with his. . . affection.
megumi babbles something in the meantime, his saliva creating a wet spot on your shirt â which you donât mind since youâve gotten used to it, âwhat is it, âgumi? hmm? cutie.â
you giggle and tickle your little son gently. your focus was entirely on him instead of toji, who had already snuck an arm around your waist by the time you realised the proximity. his breath tickled your ear;
âyou look so fuckinâ sexy right now, mama.â
you gasp in response. not at the seductive and flirtatious words your husband had whispered, but rather at the fact that he cussed in front of megumi. you made it a household rule â to try and swear less in front of your child. and yet there toji goes, breaking that rule a week after its made.
âtoji. whatâd i say about cussing in front of your child?â you warn with a glare, but that does nothing more than turn toji on more. he loved it when you bossed him around or had an attitude.
megumiâs babbles and coos had died down eventually. he was more engrossed by the way his parents were interacting in front of him. you didnât seem as âhappyâ with tojiâs words, however, and that made the emergency alarms in the little babyâs head go off;
âbwah! bwah!â megumiâs smacks tojiâs thigh with his tiny hand. the impact wasnât rough, but the sound of the slap on tojiâs bare skin sure made it seem like it was.
you grin as megumi comes to your ârescueâ. the small slaps didnât seem to stop until toji gave up and defeatedly redrew from youâscooting just a few inches away from his son and wife.
âgot what you deserved.â you lightheartedly comment to your husband. megumi didnât seem to stop there; the kid sticks his tongue out towards his fatherâs direction for a split secondârubbing salt into the wound.
âwatch it, megumi. iâll fight ya if it means i get yâr mommyâs attention.â the dark-haired man jokes with a smirk tugging at his lips, his fist gently and carefully making contact with megumiâs chubby cheek. the little boy huffs and instantly tries to nibble onto tojiâs knuckles, which was incredibly adorable.
âoh-ho? seems like i finally have an opponent worth fighting. .â toji comments before lifting his hands up in the air, fingers bent at the knuckles, teeth bared â re-enacting a scary monster creature of some kind,
you watch the two with amusement; megumi wasnât backing down at all and was flailing his arms in the air as toji slowly approaches him again, making tiny noises in protest. your husband was also making some noises, though less. . . cute. his were more growling likeâit showed the dedication to his role, at least.
âgotâcha! câmere,â toji grins as he suddenly grabs and lifts megumi up in the air; putting him in air-jail as he likes to call it. the baby kicks and squeals, trying its best to get out, ânowâare ya gonna let me show mama some affection or should we do this the hard way?â
megumi protests once more like he actually knows what was said to him and kicks his legs frantically, causing both toji and you to laugh at your babyâs antics.
you sat back and watch the two go back and forth like that for a good while, enjoying the moment. you felt all giddy seeing them interact and wanted nothing more than to kiss and cuddle with both.
and of course, you wished that precious moments like these would never come to an end any tjme soon.
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The Softest Launch (LN4)
Summary: He tried to be secret, but the eyes never lie.
Warnings: NOTHINGGGG language tho
Note: it was lanceâs launch that sent me into this spiral
landonorris it was a good race â€ïž
Comments:
mclarenfan22 YO WHO TF IS HE LOOKIN AT
- oscarandlando4ever carlos?
- mclarenfan22 idk abt that one girl
Lando-my-love i refuse to believe he has a girlfriend
- ln4andop81 the red heart is saying something else
oscarpiastri congrats on the podium man!
- mclarennnn what do you know.
- mclarensgirl oscar. spill it.
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landonorris fun day on the karting track! đïž
Comments:
ln4andop81 MAX IS IN ITALY WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND AND OSCAR IS OFF DOING PR IN LONDON WHO TF IS THIS.
- oscarandlando4ever we cant even fall back on carlos bc he is with charles at ferrari hq in italy as well
- Lando-my-love guys⊠i fear this is a soft launch
- mclarenfan22 DONT SAY THAT.
oscarpiastri tell her i said hi!
- mclarensgirlll HER????? PASTRY TELL US WHATS GOING ON
- landonorris will do!!
- mclarennn if this is his soft launch, i. will. cry.
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lando.jpg sheâs learning đ
Comments:
mclarennn WHO?????
ln4andop81 I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE
danielricciardo i still canât believe you let her handle your camera
- landonorris ive given her other things that are delicate too
- danielricciardo shes made you a ball of mush
- landonorris a ball of love
- mclarensgirlll i have never been speechless before until rn
- mclarenfan22 GIVEN HER OTHER THINGS THAT ARE DELICATE TOO???? AS IN HIS HEART???? IM SLEEPING ON THE HIGHWAY ALREADY AND HE HASNT EVEN OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED IT YET đđđ
oscarandlando4ever hes soft launching her so well and so gently i cant im crying you can tell this one is different i think hes in love guys
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maxverstappen đž creds -> landoâs âfriendâ
Comments:
landonorris i said say friend not âfriendâ âŒïž
- mclarensgirlll BYE MAX IS TRYING TO HELP US OUT
- maxverstappen i think the soft launch is over mate
- ln4andop81 PLZ LET IT BE OMFG MY BRAIN CANT HANDLE IT ANYMORE
kellypicquet and lando said she was bad at taking pics đ
- ynnnn idek where he got that from i literally have taken his insta pics for years
- Lando-my-love WHO IS ynnnn IS THAT HER???
- mclarenfan22 her account is priv but I THINK IT IS ALSO YEARS???? SHES BEEN TAKING HIS PICS FOR YEARS????
- oscarandlando4ever BRUH IF WE MISSED THIS RELATIONSHIP THIS WHOLE TIME IM THROWING MYSELF IN A WALL
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landonorris Iâm going to try and keep this as brief as possible because Y/n is incredibly special to me and I would like to keep the best parts of her to myself, but, yes, I do have a girlfriend. As you can probably gather, her name is Y/n and sheâs been my lifeline for the past 5 years. I know this picture doesnât really do justice to how she looks or how we are as a couple, but Iâve found that I would like to keep it that way. Sheâs someone I hold very close to my heart and keeping the quiet, intimate moments just for us is a high priority for me. All I ask from all of you is that you treat her with the kindness she deserves and donât bombard her on social media. Iâve kept her away from the spotlight for a long time and have only made her presence known because keeping her a secret seemed worse than letting the F1 world into that part of my life. Iâm glad youâve gotten to meet my love. I plan on spending the rest of my life with her. Xx
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mclarensgirlll YALL SEEN THE INTERVIEW WITH LANDO????????? BRO IM CRYING HES SO CUTE
- ln4andop81 reporter: âwere you nervous to let everyone know about her?â Lando: âwell, the drivers, my friends, and family all knew i had met someone because apparently, according to them, i had a different look in my eyes. So, announcing it to them wasnt that nerve racking because they already knew, but, to the public, yeah, I was nervous. More nervous than she was.â Reporter: âso she was nervous?â Lando: âonly because she thought no one was going to like her which is and was absurd. Sheâs the greatest human being Iâve ever met. Thereâs genuinely no scenario I could think of that someone would end up even slightly disliking her.â BRO.
- Lando-my-love AND THE WAY HE TALKED ABT FIRST SEEING HER đ«đ« âit was like my eyes were glued to her. I guess i was just so in shock someone could be that beautiful and, sometimes, i still am.â
- mclarenfan22 DONT GET ME STARTED ON HIS PROTECTION OF HER BYE âwell, sheâs just so perfect to me. The world I live in can be ruthless and unfair and messy, all the things she isnât. I love her that way. I love her for that. Sheâs my quiet place I can go to when my job and lifestyle get to be too much. Sheâs like a time out and we both agreed we want to keep it that way.â
- oscarandlando4ever PLZ THE WAY OSCAR EXPOSED HIM TOO âwhen sheâs around, Lando is so much more tolerable. She can calm him in a way I have never seen before. In fact, the engineers and I all agreed around a year ago that she needed to start coming to races because he was always a hot head if it didnât go well. When we found a way to sneak her in and she did start attending events, he actually started to breathe if things didnât go his way.â
- mclarensgirlll AND THEN THE WAY LANDO ENDED THE INTERVIEW WITH âBut anyways, i could talk about her for hours, something i told myself i wouldnât do. Iâm in love with her and I just hope people understand we want to be left alone for a while. Just until we get married.â CRYING BC I THINK HES RLLY OFF THE MARKET THIS TIME
- oscarpiastri i know all of you want me to âspillâ but really all i can tell you is that, yes, norizz officially rizzed his perfect girl and, yes, he is really off the market this time.
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rottmnt x reader || S/O who bites (out of love and affection obvi)
Rise! Donnie, Raph, Mikey, Leo x Reader (separately)
fluff? :D, gn reader, romantic (established relationship), BITING mmmm, mild swearing
Donnie
- the first time you bite him, he jumps and lets out a loud yelp, âah! ow! what in the name of-â then just stares at you in disbelief. absolutely incredulous. and has to take a while to process. why? why- HOW could you do this to him? after all heâs done for you?
- donât play with him he HAS and WILL bite you back and NOT in a loving way
- he is ALWAYS on his guard
- you go in for a hug? you lean in to kiss him? you turn your head ever so slightly in his direction? his whole body tenses up. youâre giving this boy trust issues. he will physically, STILL GENTLY, push you away with his mechanical spider arm thingiesâŠheaven forbid you bite those tooâŠ.
- âDo. NOT. Bite me. Y/N.â ââŠâ
- ^â âDO NOT. This is your last warning.â
- âYes, Y/N. Youâre very ferocious and vicious. Now STOP biting me.â
- âSigh. That is NOT affection, Y/N.â
- âAH! Donât bite me while Iâm working, pleaseâŠDonât bite me ever!â
- âIf you want to âshow affection,â you could justâŠI donât know, hug me? or hold my hand? the biting is unnecessary.â
- NOT a fan of the biting at ALL
Raph
- The first time you bite him, âAHH!â he is confused. he does not understand. are you trying to attack him??? do you wanna throw hands??? what did he do to deserve that??? he does not want to throw hands with you
- he really does not see how biting is supposed to be showing your affection but whatever you say đ
- his skin is pretty thick and rough. I mean youâd really have to sink your teeth in to hurt him so he just lets you. it actually lowkey tickles to him.
- âCareful. Ya donât wanna bite my spikes.â
- itâs definitely not his favorite thing in the world but he doesnât mind terribly if it really makes you happy and as long as itâs just you trying to show him love
- chooses to just take it as a sign that you want attention and/or some kind of affection
- would never bite you back tho
- however, I donât suggest catching him off guard with a nibble cause he might start swingin đ€ș and would feel absolutely horrible abt it
Mikey
- the first time you bite him heâs offended. youâre gonna bite HIM? đ€š yeah, ok buddy. he just squeaks in surprise and rubs where you bit him, looking at you like âđâ before biting you back. he is taking it personally until you tell him youâre just showing affection cuz you love him soooooo much
- heâs perfectly ok with it then as long as you donât bite him too hard
- LOVES to give and receive affection anyways so he makes it really easy to bite him when heâs clinging onto you all the time
- always giggles and squirms when you bite him
- returns your bites with kisses all over your face
Leo
- the fucking most dramatic ever
- the first time you bite him he acts like you just shot him
- âOWW!! OWIE! Ugh! Y/N! How COULD you?! BETRAYALâ while gripping where you bit his shoulder and whining like a toddler even though it did not hurt at all and you didnât leave any sort of mark whatsoever.
- ^ drops the act completely when you tell him it was out of love
- now every time you do it he thinks youâre trying to flirt with him đ€đ and I mean I guess heâs sort of-ish right
- honestly he doesnât really care but definitely teases you about it /ns
- âyeah? do I taste good, Y/N?â /ns!!
- âow! ok, ok! not too hard!â while giggling
- âmhmâŠnow kiss it better.â makes you kiss where you bit him every time.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
now I know I ainât the only one who bites like that đ€š
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Not Over the Papaya | OP81
âč ïœĄâąâê°á ⥠à»ê±ââą ïœĄïŸ
Ships : Oscar Piastri x Popstar! Reader , Ex!Lando Norris x Popstar! Reader
Genre : Fluff Smau
A/N : Thank you guys for dropping messages 𧥠I really really appreciate them and I love interacting w/ u guys đ„ș. If you have questions or anything u want to say to me~ go ahead and donât be shy.
Face claim : Jennie Kim
Warnings : Cursing , Grammatical Errors
Summary : Y/N and Oscar cope with their own breakups by making the Heartbreak Club.
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skysportsf1 P3 for Oscar! Catch up with the interview with our Fav Aussie in Papaya
user1 This interview was filled with so much tension (?) I canât explain it.
user2 Osc looks like his both happy and at the same time angry??
user3 YES EXACTLY. Boy was seething and so uncomfortable when he was asked about Lando and Mclaren⊠then he was all smiles for the last question??
user4 âiâm paid to race, so Iâll raceâ OK SIR đ„¶
user5 Oscar said fuck Landoâs race, Iâm driving for myself
user6 Kimi Raikkonen is back yâall⊠hello Ice man
user7 Oscar has the WDC mentality đ„
user8 A lot will happen?? what will happen huh Oscar Jack Piastri?? tell us.
user9 He is planning smth i swear.
user10 Ok Osc is pissed about Mclaren. That joke about losing his job was so dry, boi was angry fr.
user11 watch out for lap 1 turn 1 tomorrow. Oscar is taking the gap!!
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f1wags Y/N was spotted leaving the Hilton (McLarenâs hotel).
user1 Noooooooooo Y/N pls dont leave! like where are you even going đ
user2 First Y/N wasnt present in Quali and now sheâs leaving the hotel??? what happened to her and Oscar??
user1 pls dont let them end before they even started
user2 I just got to know about them and I refuse to let it go!
user3 Did she leave with her luggage? maybe she went out for smth??
user4 She was spotted carrying her suitcaseđ
user5 Lando Norris I swear to everything you love Iâll hunt you down
user6 Seriously, he couldnât just let Y/N be happy huh? Bro had to cheat and make more problems đ€Ą
user7 Ik!! Dude stay on your lane. You end ella deserve each other so much
user8 whoâs ella?
user9 Oh shes just Y/Nâs ex friend that Lando cheated with đ€ą. Lando and her really do complement each other so well đ€Ą
user10 WHY IS THERE A RUMOR THAT Y/N AND OSCAR ARE OVER?!!
user11 I mean if its true and theyâre done⊠they couldnt even last 1 race week together. What kind of relationship is that đ
user12 @user11 a normal one?? imagine having so much stress and an ex trying to sabotage your love life.
*incoming call from Oscđ§Ą
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âIâm literally on the way, Osc. stop worrying!â
âI know, I know! I just miss you so much my most beautiful and lovely girlfriendâ
âAnd whose fault was that hmm?â
âMineâŠâ
âUhuh, Iâll be over there in a few minutes be patient dum-dumâ
âDid John give you the keys to my room?â
âHe did. I still canât believe you got a room next to Charlesâs without the rest of McLaren knowing that one of their drivers is not in their hotelâ
âWell that one of the pros of them only caring about Landoâs assâ
âThank you McLaren favoritism. I still canât fucking believe that theyâre ordering you around for personal mattersâ
âYeah, fucking unbelievable. I thought Alpine was the worst. What employer has the right to dictate their driverâs personal decisions? theyâre fucking crazy.â
âBut are you sure you want to disobey orders? We could always keep us lowkeyâŠâ
âScrew lowkey and screw team orders! Iâm not keeping us a secret!â
âAs long as you want it Osc, Iâm ok with anything as long as iâm with youâ
âIâm perfectly sure, Dearâ
âOk. Oh! Iâm near the hotel.â
âIâll fetch you in the lobby alright?â
âmhm. Bye ~ love you!â
âlove you moreâ
call ended
Y/N. close friends 3m
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oscarpiastri am i forgiven then my luv? đ„ș
Y/N. Hell nah, im still making you work for it đ
oscarpiastri We have our whole lives, take your time~ im not leaving baby. Till death do us part girl.
Y/N. Wtf, iâm your girlfriend for hours and ur thinking about marriage???
oscarpiastri Yes. ur meeting my parents next week đ„°đ
Y/N. I have no words Oscar Jack Piastri
oscarpiastri an I do would be great
Y/N. I cant with you HAHAHAHAHA i love you so much. thank you for not giving up on us
oscarpiastri I love you so much more and Iâm not making the mistake of letting you go.
danielricciardo Girl you were just crying yesterday I-
Y/N. ok now iâm crying for a different reason
danielricciardo I dont want to hear your sex life with Osc. pls dont đ·
Y/N. DANNY WTF NOT THAT đ©. I meant Iâm crying tears of joy⊠Iâm not going to talk about my sex life with u tf
danielricciardo thatâs what i meant stupid! ur like a sister to me. Get u and oscs germs away from međ€ą
Y/N. Stfu dweeb đ€.
danielricciardo thank fuck that u two straightened things out . You two owe me big time for being ur messenger đ€
Y/N. yeah yeah~ thanks danny đđ§Ą
danielricciardo Iâm not kidding, you OWE me đ€Ą
y/bf DAMN OK. I expected an update but not this . Holy damn Y/N! so you and osc are good then?
Y/N. We areeeeee⊠and its official~ đ
y/bf Oh thank goodness!! Im so glad y/nieee đ. I was about to book a flight too, you bitch!
Y/N. Really?? ughh you really do love me.
Y/bf are you happy?
Y/N. Yes. I really am .. and I think Osc and I need a to label our relationship. sooo yeahh~ let more drama pour, at least now we know where we stand.
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f1wags. Y/N is in the paddock for the race đ§Ą
user1 Y/N FINALLY!! girl ur lack of attendance made us worry!! pls tell us u and osc are ok???
user2 The 2 days youâve been gone in the paddock made everyone crazy! Theories of breakups and come backs are spread đ
user3 Y/N strutting back in the paddock like nothing happened ~ Ok slay. I need that type of confidence
user4 Fr, Y/N waltzing in like she didnât just drop a literal diss track on Lando
user5 As she should đ
user6 THAT FIT THO đ„”đ„
user7 she ainât dressing Lowkey Yâall . Sheâs here and sheâs ready to serve!
user8 when Oscar said things are happening? things are HAPPENING and it starts with Y/N L/N.
user9 Ok Y/N! show them whatâs up.
user10 McLaren canât stop this girl.
Y/N. 45m
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oscarpiastri Thank you Baby đ§Ą
Y/N. That overtake in turn 1 was so good Osc!! I got goosebumps
oscarpiastri ur only saying that cuz I got Lando down into P4 with my move
Y/N. NO you just were amazing! ngl i did enjoy throwing Lando out đč
oscarpiastri I did promise a show đ and speaking of shows~ I need to go to our de breifing and watch them clown around.
Y/N. Okay! Iâll be with Alex at Ferrari. Call me when you need meeee. Bye luv.
* at McLaren motorhome, driver debriefing room.
-what the fuck was that at turn 1 Oscar?!-
-Thatâs what you call racing, I saw a gap and I took it-
-You cost me my race. That podium should be mine-
-Not my fault you bottled your first lap, now is it?-
-OK STOP. Oscar you should think about the team! Lando was on pole!-
-Funny how that works. You hired me to drive and I did. I got you your podium and points for your constructors-
-Follow team orders! thatâs your fucking job-
-What you expect me to sit still and take it?-
-Yes, Oscar. Thatâs how this team works-
- Tsk and that goes for personal matters too?-
-Ah, so thatâs what it is? This is about Y/N. Are you worried that sheâll see you as the loser you are?-
-Not at all, specially when I donât get babied by the team. Tell me how does it feel like kissing up the bossâ ass? -
- FUCK YOU! -
-THATâS ENOUGH. Oscar you should know when to stop! Youâre still new here⊠learn your place and follow orders exactly as stated â and that goes with Y/N L/N keep your distance or face the consequences -
- Watch me -
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âHi Osc! are you done?â
âDear, do you trust me?â
âWhat?âŠ. about what?â
âDo you trust me?â
âYes. I doâ
âOk. Baby weâre going publicâ
Extra A/N: hihihi did I scare you with the false breakup?? đ€
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loser â lover (m)
synopsis. He wants you so much, even if youâll destroy him, because heâd let you.
fem reader x yandere oc.
warnings. yåndere, öbsession, masochïstic tendencies, mentions of physical, emotional abûse, unhealthy thöughts, Úxtreme obsession, obsessive thoughts.
note. MY FIRST OC!!!!! UHHH IM SO SO NERVOUS BECAUSE IM NEW TO THIS KIND OF THING BUT I HOPE YOU ALL WILL GIVE HIM A CHANCE. HES ALL YOURS TO INTERACT WITH, send fanart?!?? Please Iâd be honoured, send asks talk to him!!!! đđ
second instalment x
loser boy who worships the ground you walk on!
Who licks off the dirt that trails off your shoes as you walk down the school hallway.
loser boy who is so obsessed with you that he canât breathe if he canât get a look at you.
loser boy who canât feel anything but love for you, passion that pumps so hard in his veins for you, who canât say a word without stuttering except your name.
Loser boy who follows you around like a lost puppy, who doesnât care if your âfriendsâ cuss at him, if you call him a dirty dog.
At least youâre talking to him! God, heâs so lucky!
âGoodness fuck off! You sicko! Howâd you find my address!?â You spit at him, your eyes filled so beautifully with hues of disgust, your luscious lips curled up in annoyance. He smiles so brightly at you, God, youâre so beautiful.
âO-Oh please! C-Call me more names! P-Please!â He begs, on his knees, his raven hair falling on his grey orbs, his lashes wet as he begs you.
You feel embarrassed, He notices, yet he feels his heart burning from the need to hear you insult him.
Itâs been too long.
And thatâs why heâs here, at 1 am right infront of your door, begging.
âFucking masochist! Youâre so disgusting! FUCK OFF.â The way your shoe hits his jaw, makes him moan out your name like a prayer.
You groan in anger, he gets up again, you struggle against him, your nails scratch him, the burn feels euphoric, he missed you so bad.
âYou donât understand huh?!? LEAVE. ME. ALONE.â You try to get away from him, the boy doesnât let you, instead he grabs your legs, wrapping his arms around them, ân-no please! take me back please!â Heâs sobbing.
Yet his heart loves the thrill of your resistance, it turns him on so much, his pants feel so painfully tight, âNEVER! You ARE NOT GOOD FOR ANYTHING! You are of no use to me anymore!â you keep insulting him, it makes him feel so relieved.
You hadnât been talking to him for so long, he almost went insane without you.
âY-YN p-please kiss me!â He stands up, âp-please!â
âFUCK OFF Ezekiel!â His mind blurs.
His tongue lulls out and he whimpers as you finally utter his name out, it sounds so good, so erotic from your mouth, His name was made for you to call out.
He is so obsessed with you.
âS-Say it again⊠p-please!â Ezekiel stands up, his knees wobble, the stormy grey eyes are full of lust, craziness.
You roll your eyes at him again, it only makes him so much more excited, he loves your rejection so much, he always has.
Because itâs a unique bond between you, you treat him special, he knows.
âfuck off weirdo.â Ezekiel doesnât say anything but pushes you against the door of your house, âYNâŠâ he brings his face so much closer to you, he feels scared yet thrilled.
Youâre so unpredictable, it makes him shake with anticipation.
âP-Please donât leave- donât-donât abandon me! I-Iâm sorry I disappointed you b-but he deserved it.â You raise your eyebrows at his âapologyâ
âNo. Get away from me you sick freak! You had no right to beat him up like that, who are you huh? My boyfriend? PleaseâŠâ you scoff, âyouâre nothing to me Ezekiel, absolutely nothing.â You spit again at him.
God.
âYouâre just a pathetic man who gets me off. Youâre just a pastime you get that?â You point your finger to his chest.
âYâknow youâre lucky you have a big dick and a pretty face. sometimes youâre obedient too and you make good punching bag.â You laugh so cruelly, venom drips in your words.
Yet he takes it as words of praise.
âYouâre like my dog.â
Yes he is.
âS-So please just take me back? I-Iâm so sorry YNâŠ. Please punish me but not like this! H-HIT ME.â He takes your hand and swipes it hard across his cheek.
You gasp in surprise, Ezekiel looks at you with pure desperation. âPlease! I-I canât live without you,â he bites his lower lip, the mole under his lips becomes more evident.
âI-I can please you! I can help you get off! Please let me- give me a chance- Iâll make you cum as many times youâll want to- PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE AT REDEMPTION!â
âP-Please!â
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First of all I love how kind youâve been to non English speaking anon because as someone who had to learn English, itâs not easy!
Second of all I feel like we donât see enough fics of jjk men rescuing us from danger! Like imagine gojo saving us from a curse and being like âyou know there are better ways to get my attention?â IDUNNO I FELT THE NEED TO SHARE THIS ISDEA đ
one more â gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: itâs nothing <3 a lot of us, including myself, were in there place before so it should be the normal to be patient with them <3
youâre done for, completely and utterly done for.
youâre going to die today and it wonât be because of being stabbed by someone or something normal. no. you were going to get eat by, possibly, the most disgusting and slimy creature youâve ever seen.
you donât falter and still fight though, thrashing around in its hold, âlet me go you two-toed slimy sewer looking rat!â
the curse seems to have taken great offense to your words cause it frowns then starts swinging you around. It would probably sue you if it could but it settles for preparing to eat you. you start screaming and letting your colorful vocabulary of curses at it.
your cursed technique long forgotten since lo and behold that curse was your natural enemy. so you have nothing to do except to curse it out till it starts crying or something.
just before youâre dropped in its mouth, a figure swiftly catches you and teleports you somewhere safe, a little far away from said curse. you look up and are met with a grinning gojo, âyâknowâŠthere are better ways to get my attention than this.â
he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, âyou donât need to be in danger for me to notice you, sweets.â
you snap out of your daze, âI wasnât trying to get your attention!â you huff as you try to get down but his hold on you doesnât falter, âoh great, I am released from the shackles of a curse only to be trapped in yours.â
he pouts, pulling you closer and nuzzling your noses together, âaw come on now; I deserve a kiss for this, wifey.â
you shake your head and he sulks, turning to walk away from the scene. you look at the curse then up at him like he has grown two heads, âsatoru, whatâre you doing?â
âI am not fighting until you give me a kiss.â
you gasp and turn to look at the curse once again. it is contained and wonât harm anyone but you canât just leave it like that so you look back at your crazy attention-loving husband, âyou canât be serious.â
âI am one hundred percent serious,â he announces but he stops, smirking at you, âso?â
he should be smacked for his smugness but that will be saved for later especially when he continues talking, âI was the brave and strong husband who just saved you, after all.â
so you take a hold of his collar and pull him down, smashing your lips against his. he kisses you back instantly and you guys keep at it a for a while until you smack his shoulder, remembering that there is a curse roaming around.
âthat wasnât so hard now, was it?â he says after pulling back, grinning from ear to ear.
you pat his cheek softly and roll your eyes, âhaha, very funny,â you point at the audacious curse, ânow go deal with it!â
he puts you down then salutes, âyes maâam!â
satoru then turns around to walk towards it but he suddenly stops in his track. you, who sat on the ground with your favorite drink that satoru got, groan, âwhat is it now?â
tilting his head so he can meet your eyes, he smiles, âwhat about one more kiss?â
you are about to reprimand him yet again but then he interrupts you, âon the cheek! so you donât have to worry about it getting anywhereâat least not now!â
âI should put tape on your mouth so you shut up for a bit,â you stand up and walk towards him, âsatoru, you make me think that I spoil you too much,â you hum, straightening his collar.
he puffs his chest with a pout, âis it bad that I want affection from my wife?â
you shake your head as you signal for him for him to bend down and he does so gladly, âno, but you need to get your priorities straight.â
he hums a thank you when you give him the anticipated kiss before he replies, âthis is my priorities being straight.â
you roll your eyes with a chuckle, âthen I have to explain to you how to prioritize correctly.â
he leans close, lips mere centimeters apart from your own, âa private lesson, huh? I donât mindââ
you push him away with your index finger, âbut later! you have a curse to deal with mister.â
reluctantly, he walks towards it, steps heavy. he looks back at you with a pout, trying to convince you once again, but you donât falter. youâre already used to his antics and can resist themâto an extent.
giving up, satoru looks at the curse, âyou ready to get beaten?â
the curses shakes its head quickly and satoru shrugs, âwell, you will anyway,â the curse cries but satoru continues, âand in a heartbeat cause I have a pretty wife to get back to.â
the curses attempts to run away but satoru quickly blasts it and itâs nowhere to be found anymore.
a smile is plastered on his face and there is a spring in his step as he walksâor rather runs back to you, âdate time, y/n!â
you donât know why, but you run away, âbut I wanna sleep!â
perhaps instinct.
there is no time to think about it, though, since satoru gasps offended before quickly responding, âwe can just cuddle then,â he teleports right in front do you and you bump into his chest.
you grumble and he laughs while holding you up, âso what do you say? some cuddling will be pretty nice.â
âyeah, whatever,â you mumble as your arms wrap around him and you nuzzle into his chest. he presses a loud smooch to your head, ready for at least an hour of cuddling.
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â ËïœĄâ â© Ë SOMEPLACE SILENT
oscar piastri x silent hill / horror game obsessed! reader x lando norris ( kind of )
faceclaim: none!
àšà§ this is uh⊠this is just very self indulgent to be honest! iâm someone that cannot shut the fuck up about video games in general but especially silent hill and other survival horror games so yeah! i havenât slept in 20 hours, iâm running on monster energy so sorry for any major errors
àšà§ part two of this smau available here
reading music recommendations: the reverse will by akira yamaoka - laura plays the piano by akira yamaoka - waiting for you by akira yamaoka
ynlovesthehorror: itâs raining and hailing outside today⊠you know what that means⊠classic survival horror game marathon đ„ł
landonorris âïž: girl you wouldâve done this if the sun was shining and the birds were chirpingâŠ
> ynlovesthehorror: shut your mouth
> landonorris âïž: iâm telling oscar
> londoacaryn: never beating those future throuple allegations i fearâŠ
oscarpiastri âïž: miss you tons, canât wait to get home and watch â€ïž
> ynlovesthehorror: miss you more! canât wait for you to get home, i still have lore to explain :3
> landonorris âïž: oscar she told me to shut my mouth, tell her off
> oscarpiastri âïž: no way mate, you deserved it
> landonorris âïž: right well iâm just gonna drive off a bridge then i reckon, since you obviously all hate me so much đ
> oscarpiastri âïž: okay
> ynlovesthehorror: okay
> danielricciardo âïž: okay
landoontop: my favourite wag, she just wants to chill all the time đ
ynlovesthehorror: THIS IS A 100% REAL NOT FAKE NOT ALTERED NOT MANIPULATED IMAGE OF THE F1 DRIVER LANDO NORRIS AND A UNKNOWN ASSAILANT TRYING TO SILENCE ME IN THE PADDOCK FOR TALKING ABOUT SILENT HILL TO HIS ENGINEERS
landonorris âïž: GET A GRIP YOU MUPPET đ
> ynlovesthehorror: THREATEN ME ALL YOU WANT I WONT BACK DOWN
danielricciardo âïž: DISTURBING! someone needs to show this to the FIAâŠ
> landonorris âïž: DONT ENCOURAGE HER
landoontop: and where was oscar when this was happening?
> ynlovesthehorror: toilet đ
> landoontop: seems suspicious⊠you donât thinkâŠ
> ynlovesthehorror: đ
> oscarpiastri âïž: đł
landoscaryn: she couldnât be serious if she tried đ
ynlovesthehorror: went to the paddock with oscar today! you already know the psp had to come with me <3 also l*ndo got me this shirt⊠i think he might feel bad about threatening me with a gun for being passionate about a game
landonorris âïž: still going with how i and a unknown assailant apparently put you in a chair and pointed guns at you for talking to our engineers about silent hill?
> ynlovesthehorror: you left me traumatised
> landonorris âïž: absolute muppet
> ynlovesthehorror: thanx for the shirt :3
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danielricciardo âïž: nice seeing you again yn! thanks for letting me borrow your psp for a bit, took me way back
> ynlovesthehorror: youâre welcome <3
oscarpiastri âïž: always a better race when youâre here â€ïž love you lots, my lucky charm
> ynlovesthehorror: you flatter me too much, love you more <3
charlesleclerc âïž: the paddock is always more fun with you around! hope to see you again soon yn đ
> ynlovesthehorror: only if you bring alex and leo with you again
> charlesleclerc âïž: leo? sure! alex? absolutely not
> ynlovesthehorror: donât hate me because your girlfriend liked my nerd swag
> landonorris âïž: âswagâ someone run her over
ynlovesthehorror: me at comic-con last year vs me at comic-con this year! i have a new sidekick :3 oscarpiastri
oscarpastry: holy fuck
> iluvf1: holy FUCK
> piastrilover: HOLY FUCK
oscarpiastri âïž: most fun iâve had at an event in a long time, love you lots â€ïž
> ynlovesthehorror: i finally have a bf that will cosplay with me đ„č AND HES AUSTRALIAN AND SUPER HOT
oldf1lvr: well⊠this is it! this is the cutest thing to ever happen in the history of f1 couples
landonorris âïž: nerds
> ynlovesthehorror: you get absolutely no bitches, leave my comment section
> oscarpiastri âïž: lando you messaged me that you were upset we hadnât told you we were going to comic-con this year and you wouldâve come dressed as james if yn wanted
> landonorris âïž: snake
> landoontop: lmao poor lando đ©
eatoscarlikepastry: so this confirms that oscar is a silent hill fan too right?
> landoontop: idk⊠he might just be dressing up with her, supporting her!
> ynlovesthehorror: he wasnât a silent hill fan before i met him, he didnât even know wtf it really was đ i changed that real quick, heâs almost a big of a fan now as me⊠almost
oscarynlove: something just happened in my brain and i donât know whatâŠ
danielricciardo âïž: good work on crafting the costumes both times yn! always lovely to see your talent
> ynlovesthehorror: donât praise me, iâll cry
> landoscaryn: sheâs just like me </3
> danielricciardo âïž: donât be stupid! you deserve praise love â€ïž
> oscarpiastri âïž: sheâs crying but she says thank you lots
> landonorris âïž: what a strange girlâŠ
> oscarpiastri âïž: đ
ynlovesthehorror: life update! me and osc got a kitten :3
maxverstappen âïž: good choice of pet!
> ynlovesthehorror: thank you maxi pad
> maxverstappen âïž: đ
oscarpastry: oscar with a kitten oh my god⊠what did you name it?
> ynlovesthehorror: heather <3
> landonorris âïž: of fucking course you named her thatâŠ
oscarpiastri âïž: i love our child â€ïž
> ynlovesthehorror: our BABY!
charlesleclerc âïž: i must bring leo over so they can meet and be best friends!
> ynlovesthehorror: yes đ„č next week!
iluvf1: theyâre the cutest couple on the grid i fearâŠ
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ynlovesthehorror: youâre the james to my mary (minus the murder part) iâll always be waiting for you â€ïž
eatoscarlikepastry: iâm so obsessed with themâŠ
landonorris âïž: âminus the murder partâ i just⊠why canât you just be normal?
> oscarpiastri âïž: i donât want her to be normal â€ïž
> ynlovesthehorror: you heard the man
landoscaryn: WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN?
oscarpiastri âïž: i love you, lucky charm â€ïž
> ynlovesthehorror: love you more speedy <3
oscarynlove: you as mary or maria and oscar as james when?
> ynlovesthehorror: soon⊠very soon :)
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Hi, Coza! I hope you are doing well! I miss your writings and am so excited to see your requests are open! :)
I saw a post by sunshinescribes that talked about how Law doesnât believe in unconditional love and how he thinks relationships should be transactional. Hopefully I can properly link it here because they do a really good job at explaining it: https://www.tumblr.com/sunshinescribes/728643191573757952/i-think-the-most-tragic-part-of-laws-character-is
I was wondering if it was possible to have a scenario based off of this post of reader just appreciating and loving Law because they want to. Like maybe theyâre just waking up and reader is using the rare moment of peace and quiet in bed to spill all of their love and sappy thoughts to him. He deserves all of the comfort, love, and care đ
A/N: Thanks for this devastatingly lovely prompt! Here's the post for everyone if you want to go give it a read (and a like!)
Characters:Â gn reader x Law
Cw: none :)Â
Total word count: 850
There Are No Conditions
The way the light refracted through the cabin window in the morning and bounced off of Lawâs ravenous hair was one of your favorite things in this world. It was one of the few times he didnât have a scowl on his face. He rarely smiled in his sleep, but his face almost always looked so peaceful. His eyelids fluttered for a moment, and then his face turned soft again. He must have been having a good dream.Â
You noticed he was starting to get a few gray hairs. He must have been under some kind of stress recently. Though he always seemed to be since you all had entered the New World. You knew he had a lot on his mind, and you wished there was something you could do to make his life easier. You wanted to bear that burden with him.Â
âDo you need something?â Lawâs voice came out hoarse, but his sudden alertness had startled you slightly.Â
âNothing at all,â you said sweetly. âJust admiring you in this light.â
He groaned and pulled you in closer to him. âWeâre getting curtains at the next island.â
You gave an exasperated gasp, but snuggled in tightly to him knowing his threat was empty. âAnd you would deny me of such a simple pleasure for what? Extra sleep?â
His eyes cracked open at your words and he peered down at you. âYou cannot enjoy watching me sleep.â
You gave a sheepish smile. âItâs one of my favorite things in this world, Trafalgar Law. In fact, youâre one of my favorite things in this whole world, so everything that you do is automatically good in my eyes.â
He rolled his eyes, clearly not believing you. âFlattery is a little thick today. You might want to tone it down, or Iâll catch on to the fact that you want something.â
You stuck your tongue out at his words. âAll I wanted was to look at you while you sleep!â
âFreak.â He paired his words with a kiss to your forehead to show he didnât actually mean them.Â
The two of you were silent for a while. You thought he had fallen back asleep, so you occupied your time tracing over his tattoos. But after a few minutes, he spoke again.
âOkay, seriously-â He pulled back slightly to look at you. He tended to do that when he wanted to make sure you were being truthful. âWhat did you want to do today?â
You were never good at hiding your emotions. You knew they had all washed over your face in a matter of seconds, and Law could read them all with intense precision. Confusion. Knowing. Irritation. And then, understanding.Â
âI donât want anything from you, Law,â you explained. âI was justâŠenjoying the view? I donât know how to say it correctly. I find myself staring sometimes because I find you interesting.â
Lawâs brows scrunched together in confusion. âIf you wanted a good view, the deck and the sea are far more interesting. Especially at this time of day.â
You gave a humorless laugh. âI love you more than I love the sea, idiot.â
He froze at those words, and you could see him struggling to make sense of them. âSo you were staring at meâŠ?â
âBecause I love you,â you finished for him.Â
That didnât seem to help. âAnd you love me becauseâŠ?â
âI donât know!â You gave out a sharp laugh at the thought. âThere are no reasons and so many reasons! But there are no conditions for my love, Law! I just love you because I love you. I canât say exactly why I love you. I just do!â
You had really done it now. You were fairly certain you had never seen Law more confused or more flustered than he was in this moment. He gave a hard swallow and nodded his head, but you could tell further clarification was still needed.
âYou donât understand,â you said, watching his eyes turn to the ceiling. If they went there, that usually meant he was lost in thought.Â
He shrugged. âI do, in a way. I feel that way about you, but IâŠwell, I never expected someone to feel that way about me.â
The weight of his words made your heart sink. He deserved more than anyone to know how much he was treasured. You would die for him for no other reason than love. And while he could grasp the concept, he couldnât understand why someone would feel that way towards him.Â
âHow about I tell you all the things I love about you?â you offered softly, trying to pull him away from his thoughts. It was too early to be thinking of such deep topics.
His eyes shifted over to you, and you could see he was half alarmed by your offer. But you could see the smallest spark of intrigue.Â
So you began listing everything you could think off, absentmindedly still tracing over his tattoos.Â
The sun was more than halfway across the sky before you finished. And there was a soft smile on his face during your allâs afternoon nap.Â
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Description: of course youâd come to them if your boyfriend wasnât treating you right. They were your best friends after all. You werenât expecting them to take advantage of the situation though.
Tags: minors dni, smut, oral (female receiving), edging, dubcon (better safe than sorry), if I missed any please let me know đ
(A/N: Omg Iâm finally just gonna put it out Iâve been writing this on and off for so long lmao still not edited though cuz fuck the grammar police hahaha I hope you all like it. Please like, follow, and reblog with a comment đâđŸ)
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âHe wouldnât what?â Bucky asked with a look of bewilderment on his face about what you had just told him.
Maybe you were doing the most by spilling things, but what can you say, you were upset. Had just walked in on your boyfriend with someone else after heâd told you over and over again that nothing had been going on. To say you were in your feelings was an understatement.
It wasnât like things hadnât been on and off for a long time anyway but this was the final straw. You were so sick of him doing this to you. Of him lying to your face.
Telling you that youâre the only one and that he was serious about you. Honestly you really should have known be would have turned out to be a player. The worst part was that it seemed like you were never the one to get off. Felt like youâd wasted your time. Probably why you were spilling everything to The Winter Solider.
It was almost like things were coming out as word vomit. Secrets spilling from your mouth that you hadnât even told Natasha as they were too embarrassing.
Except he was sitting there acting like he really cared and clearly you needed that. Even more so when you started to say way too much.
âI know, right!â You scoffed. Thinking about the way heâd treated getting you off like some kind of chore.
Honestly you should have dumped him after the first time he said to you, âI donât eat pussy.â
âSo he never?â Bucky asked with a raised eyebrow.
You shook your head, sniffling. He looked so taken aback.
âThatâs bullshit,â Bucky said once again with a scoff. Eyes trailing all over your body. Thinking to himself what an idiot your ex was for not appreciating what he had. âAw, Honey,â he cooed, grabbing your hand when he noticed you tearing up.
As if you should be wasting tears on that asshole.
âIâm sorry,â you sniffled some more. âI donât even know why Iâm upset right now. Heâs not even worth it.â
Well, he was happy that you knew that.
âItâs okay,â he replied. âYou know Iâm right here.â
You nodded as he leaned forward to pull you into a hug. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Needing to melt into him as the vulnerability hit you like a freight train.
âThanks, Bucky,â you managed to say, pulling away so you could look at him. âSteveâs so lucky to have someone like you.â
Bucky glanced down at your lips. Wondering what Steve would say if he even saw the two of you in this position. You needing a shoulder to cry on as he wished he could comfort you in the way he wanted to.
Not like Steve wouldnât understand. He saw the way his boyfriend looked at you.
âYeah well, Steveâs stuck with me soâŠâ
You chuckled stopping to wipe your eyes. Bucky gently placed a hand on your cheek so he could do the same. Thumbing away the droplets.
âWish I could find a great guy like you. Hell like either of you. Seems like Iâm only ever getting into relationships with assholes.â
That kind of sparked something in his chest. Hearing you say that. Sitting here spilling his heart out to him.
âOh yeah?â He asked. âWell you know I think you deserve better.â
You smiled and wiped your eye. âThanks, James.â
âItâs okay,â he said, finally reaching out to give you a hug. Seeing that you clearly needed it. âYou know Iâm always here for you.â
âI know,â you whimpered. Honestly you didnât even know who else to come to besides him and Steve. Theyâd really done so much for you after theyâd moved in. Sure you kind of had to get used to living next door to the superhero couple, but so far theyâd kept you pretty safe.
It was super convent. Hadnât had to walk any groceries up to your place in months either. Seemed like the two of them were always there to take care of whatever you needed. Took such good care of you. Always.
So how did you think Bucky was going to feel when he heard that your ex hadnât been. As if any man wouldnât be happy to have a face full of pussy. Especially yours. Honestly what a fucking idiot. Even the idea of getting a taste was making him feel things he normally didnât.
âI canât believe he wouldnât eat you out, though,â he laughed. âWhat a- why didnât you say anything.â
âI donât know!â You laughed too, pulling away. âI just⊠I donât knowâŠâ
âItâs okay. Weâll just find you someone thatâs going to take care of you right.â
Once again you laughed and honestly he was just happy to see it. Hated having to see you cry. Especially over some bullshit like a man that couldnât even pleasure you properly. Why cry over him when Bucky could be making you smile.
âYouâve got such a cute little laugh,â he complimented. Not like it wasnât something he did a lot.
Him and Steve both did. Always wanting to let you know how beautiful they thought you were. Thought theyâd just been doing it as your friends, but Bucky just couldnât deny his attraction forever. Look at you.
Even crying you were one of the prettiest girls heâd ever seen. Had gotten all dolled up for an asshole that didnât deserve it. Makeup creeping down your face. Fuck. You shouldnât have to waste such a look.
You let another one of those giggles, looking down and using your shoulder to rub away a tear. Bucky leaned forward so he could place his hand underneath your chin. Lifting your head up. âHonestly, Doll,â he started, âyou might be the prettiest girl Iâve ever seen in my life.â
âYouâre just saying that,â you sniffled.
âNo, I mean it. You know I do.â
âBullshit,â you replied.
âI really do,â he said. âWhy do you think Steve and I have to take care of you so much. Pretty thing like you shouldnât have shit to worry about.â
Inside your heart felt like it could stop. He just looked so handsome as he spoke. Had recently gotten a haircut so he looked even better. Fresh faced. Even in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt he looked hot.
Not like you hadnât thought about him or Steve before. Knew they were both bisexual so it wasnât like they wouldnât ever be interested in you but still it always felt like such a long shot. They were your best friends. You werenât supposed to be thinking about them at night when you touched yourself. Especially when you had a boyfriend.
And they were from a different time. Actual gentleman back in the day from what you gathered. Wanted their women in the home and spoiled.
Sometimes the idea of it sounded kind of nice. Having a man dote on you. Then you had two of them really, really interested in your well being. Of course you were going to crush a little but you didnât want to cross any lines.
âI donât even know what Iâd do without you both,â you said.
âHey, thatâs how we feel about you. Who else is going to cook for us and make sure our place is tidy when weâre gone.â
You chuckled. âYou make me sound like a housewife.â
Bucky shrugged. âI mean⊠itâs a good look on you. Could see that.â
âWell, I mean, Iâd have to find a guy first.â
âI mean⊠maybe you already have,â he said.
âWhat?â You asked with a chuckle. âBucky, I-,â
âI know,â he cut you off. âBut, can I be honest?â
âOkayâŠâ
âYou know how much I love having you around and I-,â
âWhat about Steve?â You asked him. âI canât just⊠I canât just do that to him.â
âWeâll worry about him later,â he replied, stroking your cheek, making you look at him. Finally placing a kiss on your lips.
You quickly pulled away with a gasp. âBucky, we canât⊠heâs myâŠâ
âShhh, donât worry about, Steve, Baby,â he tried to assure you, your eyes hitting his. Something about his gaze making you feel warm on the inside.
âI- no we canât justâŠâ
âYes we can,â Bucky said. âItâs okay.â
And as bad as you wanted to keep fighting him. For some reason you just couldnât. As Bucky pulled you close so that he could go back to kissing you.
Fuck his lips did feel good. And everything with your now ex. You were vulnerable. You wanted to feel wanted.
But, SteveâŠ
âDonât worry about Steve, Baby,â Bucky whispered in your ear again. âFocus on me.â
Buckyâs fingers went under your dress. Gripping your thighs. A curl in his lip. Fuck he was so pretty.
He slowly pushed you down. Climbing on top of you so he could really take control. Pushing your legs up so that he could get in between them. Kissing you more before you could protest.
Bucky was getting his fucking taste. Just because your stupid little boyfriend didnât want to taste it, didnât mean he didnât want to. He was getting it.
âFuck!â You gasped as he started kissing your collarbone. No longer thinking about your ex or his boyfriend.
ïżŒFelt good to have you right where he wanted you. Finally. It had taken him this goddamn long.
You laid back as Bucky got on his knees. Placing a kiss on one of your knees first before going up towards your thigh. A breath hitched in your throat. If you were feeling hesitant, he could change your mind.
âBucky,â you whimpered as he spread your legs, to get a good look at your panty covered pussy.
âSo fucking pretty,â he groaned as he looked up at you. His poor girl still obviously shy. Thatâs okay heâd take care of you. Just needed to-
âFuck!â You cried as he kissed you through your panties. âWe shouldnât-,â you tried to keep it going.
Not like he cared as he pushed your underwear to the side so he could lick a strip from the bottom up to your clit. Making your words get caught in your throat as you laid back with a moan. Yeah thatâs what he fucking thought. He knew you wanted this shit.
You trembled as he feasted on your clitoris. Sinking into the cushions as your hips stuttered. See he knew you liked it. It was so much better when you didnât fight him. Now he could really give it to you.
He didnât waste anymore time as he pulled the fabric from your body. Not giving a single fuck as to where it could have possibly been discarded before diving back in. It had been a long time since heâd done this, but itâs not like Steve wasnât aware that heâd missed a womanâs touch. Maybe more than he realized.
âFuck me, Bucky,â you sobbed as he got you closer. It had been so long since sex had just been about you that maybe you should take advantage of being a pillow princess. What girl wouldnât want her hot metal armed best friend to eat her pussy. Canât believe you tried to turn this down. âDonât stop!â
Not like he planned too. Especially as he dipped his fingers into your cunt. Twisting them around so he could find your spot.
âAh!â You cried, as soon as he hit it. Thatâs his fucking girl. He watched as your face twisted up in pleasure. Could taste how close you were. How yummy you were.
âBuck!â Steveâs voice could be heard from the hallway as the door slammed closed.
You sat up, quickly. Pushing his head away and scooting away from him to smooth out your dress. Shit. Fuck. âBabe, itâs okay,â Bucky whispered.
What the hell does he mean itâs okay. His boyfriend was about to walk in on-
âOh, Y/N, I didnât know you were here,â Steve said as he came into the room. Placing a quick peck on Buckyâs lips making your mouth drop. He had to have tasted you on his lips. You found yourself feeling stuck as you sat up, making sure you were covered. âIs everything okay?â Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.
Except it was like you couldnât speak. What the hell were you supposed to even say as if his boyfriends face hadnât just been close to making you squirt all over it.
âShe caught Bryce cheating,â Bucky explained. Funny how that literally had not been on your mind this entire time.
Steve looked taken aback and scoffed. âWhat? No? Seriously?â
âY-yeah⊠with⊠some girl,â you replied, not wanting to meet his eyes.
The super solider frowned as he grabbed your hand to pull you into a hug. Wrapping his arms around you. âOh, honey. Iâm sorry. Heâs a fucking idiot,â he said, much like his boyfriend when youâd first told him.
Only making you feel more horrible inside. How the hell could you do this to him. Especially after what Bryce had just done to you.
âItâs okay,â you said. âMaybe I should go.â
âAnd go where?â Bucky asked. âNot back to that apartment I can tell you that. Just stay here.â
The pair of panties Bucky had taken off of you were practically staring at you from the other side of the room. Steveâs back turned to it. âAt least stay for dinner,â he said. âWe can get whatever you want.â
Except even the suggestion made you feel more awful. Steve did not deserve this. If anything you should just say it. Not that the words would actually leave your lips. Tongue tied and all you could do was nod.
It was insane how quickly Bucky was able to act totally normal. Or that you were more frustrated that you never actually got the chance to finish. They were right though, you really didnât have anywhere else to go, but here.
So there you sat right next to Bucky as the three of you ate the dinner Steve had ordered you. Trying to keep your cool as you didnât want to bring too much attention to yourself. Even as you squirmed in your seat, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Bucky had really done a number on you. Could still feel his mouth on your lapping at your clit.
âSo what happened?â Steve had finally asked from his spot across from the two of you. Obviously wanting to know everything. Not like you two werenât normally close.
Your jaw dropped as you immediately tried to think of a lie. âUm, nothing,â you blurted out.
Bucky put his hand on your thigh, attempting to relax you except you were way too on edge. How could he just be touching you like this.
His boyfriend on the other hand raised an eyebrow at your outburst. âI thought you caught Bryce cheating?â He asked.
You closed your eyes. Duh he was talking about that. âI mean, I did,â you replied with a nervous laugh. âYeah, he was with some girl.â You sighed.
âWell, what are you going to do now? You know weâre not going to let you go back. We have a perfectly fine guest room,â he said a smile on his face. Looking every bit of nice and sweet as he always did. The guilt already feeling like it was going to eat you up.
Didnât even pay attention as you felt Buckyâs metal hands going up your thigh more. Getting dangerously close to the intimate place his face had just been buried inside of. You put your hand over it to move him, but he didnât budge. Not giving a single shit.
You gulped at his fingers found their way up your dress again. Biting your lip as he chuckled. Not taking his eyes off of you as you struggled to answer. âI canât ask you to do that.â
âBullshit.â Bucky laughed. âYouâre staying with us, Doll.â
You crinkled your nose which turned into biting the inside of your cheek, trying to hold in a moan. âWe wonât take no for an answer.â
Well, that much was obvious.
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The two of them helped you get settled in. You wore one of Buckyâs t-shirts since you literally didnât have anything else. Had finally managed to grab your panties before you hoped Steve had seen them.
Your body still screaming out for release. Before giving you his shirt heâd whispered in your ear. âAnd you better not make yourself cum when youâre in the shower. Only Iâm allowed to do that.â Wanting to prolong your torture.
What kind of shit was that. How did he get you so worked up like this. So easily. Hell that whole time you were with Bryce you canât remember that happening. Not like you wanted to think about him.
The distraction was pretty nice, you had to admit. Who had time to think about being cheated on when your hot best friend was trying to eat your pussy.
As you opened the door you poked your head out, hesitating to call out to them. Hey, guys?â You called. Poking your head out from the restroom.
âYeah?â Both of them were quick to chime in.
âCan you bring me some shirts!?â You asked. âIâm a little⊠exposed.â
You couldnât see him, but Bucky snickered as Steve tilted his head at him. Both of them standing on either side of their king sized bed. âWhat?â Bucky said. âOh come on Iâm sure itâs fine,â Bucky tried to say with a straight face, but as soon as he was done he chuckled.
Steve shook his head, but couldnât help the smirk that came on his face. âItâs really short,â you complained. âAnd I donât have clean underwear.â
With that Bucky winked in his boyfriendâs direction. âBe right back.â
The smirk didnât drop from the super soliders face as his boyfriend left the room. Only to go back to making up the third spot on the bed between them.
âWhatâs up, Doll?â Bucky asked seeing your head still sticking out.
âItâs too short,â you said, biting your lip.
He raised an eyebrow. Going to push the door open, not caring that youâd been blocking it. âLemme see.â
âNo!â You protested.
Bucky rolled his eyes. âOh come. Youâre acting like I didnât just eat you out,â he said.
âSteve is right outside,â you whispered harshly.
He rolled his eyes. âSteveâs in the room.â
âYeah and he has super soldier hearing,â you pressed.
âItâs not all he has,â Bucky said under his breath. âDoll, youâre fine. I canât even see anything.â
âMy ass is out!â You gasped.
The man smirked at that, getting behind you to press your ass into his crotch. âAnd what a nice ass it is,â he whispered in your ear. Flesh hand landing on your breast to squeeze it and not giving a shit as you tried to swat him away. Going down your body until he was pushing up the shirt.
âWe canât!â You protested as his hand slipped down to your pussy. As bad as you wanted him to touch you, it didnât seem wise. Fuck your body was practically crying for the release he couldnât give you earlier.
âEverything okay?â Came the other manâs voice from outside the door.
Bucky scrunched his nose. âYeah,â he called. Going to open up the door. âTell her itâs not that bad,â he pressed.
You tried to tug it down so it was a little bit more past your thighs. Face heating up as Steve scanned up and down your body. âYou look fine, Doll.â
Ugh. There the both of them go. The two of them were way too handsome to be having you stand here exposed with a dripping wet pussy. You bit your lip. Not like anyone else would see you. Just them. âWell⊠okâŠâ you sighed.
âWanna watch a movie before bed?â Steve asked.
You nodded. Bucky put his hand on your lower back. Going down dangerously close to your ass. Only to finally come down to squeeze it tightly. Making you yelp. âAh!â
Steve furrowed his eyebrows but laughed. âYou ok?â
âIâm fine,â you squeaked, putting your hand over your mouth. Before making a pointed look at his boyfriend.
âAnyway, I was thinking we could watch a movie before bed,â Steve suggested.
âActually, Iâm kinda tired,â you immediately replied. Going to stretch your arms up and yawn until you remember how exposed you were.
âOh come on, itâll be fine,â Bucky said, nudging you.
âNo. I have to be at work so early,â you replied. âItâs already way too late.â
âHell no. Youâre taking a sick day.â He looked appalled at the notion.
âI canât.â You sniffled. âBesides, Iâm off the next day. Iâll be fine.â
Bucky huffed. âAlright, fine, but what are you going to wear to work then?â
âIâll just wash my clothes before we go to sleep,â you replied with a sigh. Havenât exactly thought all of that through.
âSo, movie it is?â Steve said.
Of course theyâd get their way. Trying to keep your shirt from riding up too much as you went on your tippy toes to put your stuff in the wash. Closing your eyes when you realized your panties were still missing.
You peeked over to where they would have been. Except Steve would have definitely noticed them by now. âLooking for these?â Bucky asked. Holding up the pair. You immediately glanced over at where Steve was in the kitchen before reaching out to snatch them. âAh, ah, ah,â he held them above his head. âFinders keepers, Doll,â he teased.
You let out a huff, crossing your arms. âWhy are you being like this?â You asked. Honestly it was all so shocking. Normally he was such a sweetheart. He eats you out once and this is what he turns into?
Bucky shrugged. âBecause I can,â he replied with a wink before leaning into kiss your cheek. âNow wipe that look off your face before I do it for you. You hear me?â
You nodded and sniffled. Wishing youâd gone anywhere else. Natashaâs maybe. Or hell even Samâs place would have been fine. Not like you didnât like how Buckyâs mouth had felt on you. Itâs just now you were feeling terrible for doing all of this under Steveâs nose.
âGood girl,â he said, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.
You sighed as he went back to the bedroom. Making you raise an eyebrow. Werenât the three of you supposed to be watching a movie?
âHey, Doll,â Steve said from his spot on the bed. Going through Netflix. âWhat movie did you wanna watch?â
âOh? Weâre watching in here?â
âYeah?â He replied. âThat a problem?â
You looked over at Bucky who despite not responding, had a smirk on his face that you wish you could wipe off of him. Sitting there smug with his hand in his pocket. No doubt toying with the pair of panties heâd stolen.
âActually I think Iâm just gonna go to bed after all,â you said. âIâm really tired.â
Bucky rolled his eyes. âWell, I forgot to set up the guest room.â
You crinkled your nose. Of course he did. âThatâs ok. I can just sleep on the couch.â
âWhat?â Steve chimed in. âWe have more than enough room for you, Doll. Come on.â
They had to be fucking with you. No way was Bucky getting what he wanted just like that. âNo itâs fine. Iâll just get blankets from the linen closet.â
âDoll,â Buckyâs voice was stern. Commanding even. âCome. Here.â
You hated it when your feet started moving. Whether you wanted them to or not. âWhat?â You asked, not meeting his eyes as you stood in front of him.
âFirst of all, drop the attitude. Second, we told you, youâre sleeping in here so get over it.â
Steve watched the two of you, not saying a word. Didnât he care that his boyfriend was trying to manipulate you? Right in front of him. Your bottom lip quivered, tears prickling at your eyes.
âI just wanna go to bed,â you whispered.
âFine. Thereâs a perfectly good spot right between us. Is there a problem with that?â You shook your head. Not wanting to even argue anymore. Didnât even feel worth it.
It was just too much for one night. All of it was. Canât believe you hadnât just started bursting out crying right between them.
Instead you tried to get some sleep. As restless as you were. Trying to keep yourself from tossing and turning since you didnât want to bother them. Not like you had much room considering you were squeezed between two giant super soliders. âYou ok?â Steve asked in a tired voice.
âHm?â You hummed, not taking your eyes off the ceiling. âCanât sleep.â
He yawned. âHey, I know your ex was an ass, but you know Buck and I are going to be with you through this whole thing, right?â
You nodded, not saying out loud what was really on your mind. Fuck this was so wrong. Screwed up on so many levels. Too bad you didnât kick Bryce out instead of coming over here, but at the time it was the natural thing to do.
Hell there was barely even any room between their giant bodies. Even in this large bed. Felt like if Bucky rolled over heâd end up squishing you. Heâd gotten so damn close. Bad enough that the t-shirt theyâd given you was sitting above your ass now.
âItâs ok Iâll be out before you guys even know it,â you said.
Steve scoffed. âDonât be silly. You know you can stay here as long as you want. A city like this is no place for a little girl like you all alone.â
You scrunched up your nose at that. âIâm not a kid, Steve. I can take care of myself,â you assured.
âYeah, but you shouldnât have to. Not as long as Bucky and I are around to do it.â
Speak of the devil, that was when he wrapped his arms around your waist. Pulling you against him. Ass going to his crotch. You let out a gasp and tried to wiggle away, but with Steve so close you were stuck. Not like you could get away from him anyway with the hold he had on you.
Not like you didnât know that he was a cuddler. Not the first time the two of you had fallen asleep together. Never with your naked ass out though.
âItâs ok, Steve. Really,â you tried to assure him. As you were doing that, Bucky decided it would be a good time to sneak his hand between your legs. Taking advantage of you being bare. You let out a gasp, jumping as soon as his hand made contact.
âYou ok?â Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.
âUh huh,â you squeaked out, trying to grab at his hands, but all he did was use one of his to hold yours down as he continued touching you.
âHold still, little girl,â Bucky whispered in your ear, saying the last words in a mocking tone.
Your face felt hot as you looked forward at the blond. He had to know right. There was no way Bucky was just doing this right in front of him and he had no idea.
He pawed your thighs. Making sure they were nice and spread as his hand hands continued their torture. One going underneath the shirt to cup your breasts. Tweaking your nipples. He was groping you like he didnât give a fuck about getting caught. Only made worse when his fingers finally touched your clit.
You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying out. Especially as he pushed you back so you were really pressed against him. Hard dick to your ass.
âIâm ok,â you tried to assure Steve. The words on the tip of your tongue. Pressure building in your stomach already as youâd never had the chance to finish earlier.
âWhen are you going to get your stuff?â Steve asked. âYou know weâre going to come with you, right.â
Instead of fighting him you just replied, âT-thanks, Steve.â
âAlways,â he said. âYou know Bucky and I are always here for you.â
Well, obviously.
âI know we donât say it a lot, but you mean a lot to us,â he said and all you could do was swallow as you felt his boyfriendâs fingers bringing you closer and closer to what you never got to have earlier. âAnd Bryce was such an asshole. He never deserved you.â
You swallowed down the moan that was threatening to bubble out of your mouth. Only made worse as you looked into Steveâs bright blue eyes as he sleepily looked over at you. Not like you hadnât heard that a million times from both of them, but right now he just looked so freaky and-
âUgh,â came out of your mouth which you quickly covered up with a cough.
âAre you sure youâre ok?â Steve asked once again.
âNever better,â you lied through your teeth.
Steve yawned. âWe should get some sleep. Goodnight, Doll.âWith that he leaned forward pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. Catching you all the way off guard.
âSteve-,â you gasped, putting your hand up to your lips.
âWhat?â He asked with a chuckle.
âYou canât just-,â
âItâs not big deal,â he assured. âBucky wonât care. It was just a little goodnight kiss.â
âYeah, but-,â
He cut you off once more. âUnless you want it be to more,â he said with a wink.
What. The. Fuck.
âGoodnight, Doll,â he said not giving you a chance to say more as he closed his eyes. Smile on his face.
Bucky stopped what he was doing to put his face into your shoulder. Light snores coming from him. Hell his hand was still in your panties. Almost like he was making sure you couldnât get away from him. The worst part about it was that not once did he let you fall off the edge.
Youâd definitely need to start looking for places tomorrow.
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Hello! I love your stuff and I wanted to request their response to:
Reader: Let me take care of you.
Them: It's rotten work...
Reader: Not to me...not if it's you.
Keep writing! You're amazing! (And I need something to read while I stay up)
Taking care of the Cullens
Ok ngl this ask has me giggling and kicking my feet
Jasper let me take care of you đĄđâ€ïž
Uhm and remember in my request rules thing where I said I donât do narratives⊠i might be a big fat liar cause thatâs what I did here⊠donât come for me
And thank you so much for the kind words! Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!
Edward:
We all know he has a bit of a complex when it comes to his worth and his humanity
He tends to get in his own head a lot
Especially when it comes to you and your relationship
He doesnât really get jealous in the normal sense
He just sort of gets sad when he sees you with other people
Itâs one day after school and Edward seems to be avoiding you. Youâre sitting at the table with Emmett, Alice, Esme, and Jasper playing a card game.
Only Edward is nowhere to be found.
The game finishes, Alice winning and Emmett immediately going into ranting mode about how itâs rigged. You excuse yourself to go check on him.
You find him upstairs in the piano room, plunking away on the keys mindlessly. If he wasnât a vampire and you didnât know better, you would say he didnât even notice you enter the room.
You stood behind him for a while, watching as his fingers danced over the ivory keys.
âIt sounds beautifulâ you say.
He doesnât respond.
âEdward, whatâs the matter? Youâve hardly spoken to me all day.â
âDo you ever wish I was human?â
The question catches you off guard.
âTo wish for you to be human would be to change you, and I happen to love you just the way you are.â
He huffs, his fingers halting.
âBut donât you wish I was warm? Donât you wish I could eat the foods you like, actually sleep next to you at night, grow old with you?â
You sit down next to him at the stool and take his hands in your own.
âWhat were you like when you were human?â
The change of subject seems to catch him off guard, his face twists slightly as he thinks. He pauses for a beat before answering.
âI was a bit of a troublemaker. My mom always said I was giving her grey hairs way too early. I didnât do any of my schoolwork, I just wanted to go and be free.â
âHm, sounds like the you that could sleep, eat, and grow old was a bit of a wild card. Not really my type. You know I prefer the sophisticated, musical type.â
He laughs at that, hanging his head down to press a kiss to your joined hands.
âSo what youâre saying is you like the version of me without a soul better,â he says bitterly. You frown at that.
âNo, Iâm saying I like the you that I have now. I love you, Edward. I would never trade you for anyone else in the world whether they have a pulse or not.â
Heâs quiet for a moment.
âYou know this is how it will always be, right? Iâll always be here, trying some new way to push you away from me. To make you realize that you deserve better.â
âAnd Iâll always be here to take care of you and make sure you know that my mind will never change.â
âTaking care of me for the rest of your life⊠talk about the worst job you could get.â
âOnly it wonât be a job. Not for me. Not when itâs for you.â
He looks at you then, finally. His big, black eyes staring into yours.
Youâve wished it before, but in this moment you wish you were the one who could read his mind instead of the other way around.
âYouâre so stupid,â he smiles, and leans in for a kiss.
Maybe one day heâll fully believe you.
Alice:
Alice has a tendency to shut down whenever thereâs too much going on
Too many people are on the cusp of making decisions that could change their lives
It seems that every person she meets on the street has a vision attached
She canât take it anymore
You find her curled up in a ball in her room, the TV playing a program you donât think sheâs watching.
Around her are scattered sketchbook pages, each one hastily ripped from the pad and thrown to the floor.
On these pages are drawings of buildings, people, animals, and tragedies. You catch the face of a woman whoâs screaming as a bullet heads straight for her face. In another is an open room with a small grenade in the center.
No wonder sheâs been so upset.
None of the pages show joy, every single one a warning of a disaster thatâs just waiting to happen.
In front of her, thereâs a stack of drawings that sheâs flipping through. On one of them you catch what looks like your face, only itâs contorted in a scream. In another you see Jasper, but you canât make out whatâs around him.
âAlice,â you call out, and her head whips up. Maybe she hadnât heard you like you thought she did. âWhatâs wrong?â
She looks at you like a deer in headlights for a moment, before her eyes glance back down to the papers in front of her.
âThereâs nothing wrong. Not yet, at least.â
Her tone is grave. You can hear the desperation for an answer, or at least a break.
You sigh, and move to sit next to her. You reach to take the stack of papers from her, meeting no resistance. If she wanted to keep them from you, she could. But she knew now that fighting you was always going to be useless.
âAlice, I know you canât control the fact that you see these visions. But you can control how much you obsess over them. This isnât healthy.â
âI donât need to be healthy. I canât die or get sick.â
You sigh again. âThatâs not what I mean and you know it. You canât keep withering away in here obsessing over what might happen.â
âBut-â
âNo buts.â You say, throwing the stack of papers to the side. âHow long ago did you have these visions?â
She thinks for a moment.
âYesterday, I think.â
âAlright. Have they happened yet?â
âWell, noâŠâ
âFrom what you saw, are they still a possibility now?â
ââŠthey are⊠a very low possibilityâŠâ
You could see her reluctantly piecing together your words, clearly not wanting to admit her mistake out loud.
âLook, Alice, you know that Iâm always touched by you looking out for me, but in moments like this I need to look out for you too.â
She looks into your eyes, then hangs her head again.
âBut thatâs not how itâs supposed to be. My gift, I should be the one taking care of you-â
âNo. There is no âsupposed toâ anything. Humans arenât âsupposed toâ be with vampires and yet here we are. So please just come with me and watch a movie or cuddle or something?â
She looks at you again, then. Staring into your eyes, then glancing around her room, at all of the papers, then back to you. She smiles slightly and floats up to her feet.
âFine. But Iâm picking the movie.â
Jasper:
This is a man who needs some serious love and reassurance
Heâs always on edge around you, even if he plays it off like he isnât
Heâs just always so scared of hurting you or doing something wrong
And a lot of the time that manifests as him isolating himself to try and get you to leave him
It was gonna be one of those nights again.
A night that you would spend alone in the bed you were supposed to be sharing with the love of your life, Jasper.
But no. On a night like this, heâs out in the woods, far, far away. Stewing in his feelings and brooding.
You donât even remember anything happening this time. Sometimes something can set him off; a jab from someone at school, a hug he gave you that ended up being WAY too tight, anything really. Anything that reminds him of how heâs not supposed to be with you.
But right about now, youâre sick of it.
The Cullens have taken to being quieter at night since youâve started sleeping over a lot more, but you know theyâre all here- all except for the one you want.
So it being 2 am wonât bother any of the other residents of the house. You roll out of bed and march your way over to the door, throwing it open (politely) and stomping down the steps.
Emmett is the first one you see, and you decide heâll be perfect for the job anyway.
âWhatâs got you going, firecracker?â He asks.
âI need you to go find Jasper and bring him to me. Now. I need to talk to him,â you couldnât help the anger and frustration that seeped into your voice. Lack of sleep will do that to you.
Emmett stood up straight and gave a stupid salute, âOne loner coming right up, boss.â
And with that he was out of the door, and you trudged back upstairs to wait for your boyfriend.
You were laying in the bed, still trying desperately to go to sleep when you heard a light knock on the door. Your eyes flicked open to see Jasper standing in the doorway, looking completely out of place and uncomfortable.
All of your anger left instantly, all you saw was the sweet man who was far too worried for his own good.
You sighed and scooted over, patting the spot next to you.
âCome here, Jasper.â
A look of what could only be described as fear flashed across his face before he shook his head and muttered a small, âi canât.â
You sighed again and stood up, making your way over to him. When you reached him, you stretched your arms out to take his face in your hands, his eyes wouldnât meet yours.
âLook, Jas, I donât know what youâre thinking, but I have a pretty damn good idea. Youâre not gonna hurt me.â
âYou donât know that,â he says, looking into your eyes, something about the black made him look more human, more scared. âVampires are already dangerous, but Iâm the worst of the worst. Youâve found yourself a faulty cannon amongst rifles, darling.â
You frowned at his analogy, squeezing his perfect face in your hands.
âYou are NOT faulty, you hear me? You are perfect. Perfect for me, at least.â
âThe perfect man for you wouldnât be tearing himself up inside trying not to kill you.â
âAnd a lesser man would have already done it.â He was shocked at that, stunned into silence. He hung his head slightly, not meeting your eyes once more.
âAnd what if I do hurt you one day? Would you ever forgive me? Could I ever forgive myself?â
âI donât think you will. But if you do, Carlisle will put me back together and Iâll jump right back into your arms.â
His eyes bore into your soul as he stared at you like you were crazy.
âWhy the hell would you do that? Come running right back to me?â
âTo make sure you donât hate yourself for too long. Now come on, Iâm tired and I canât sleep without my personal AC unit.â
He looked at you with disbelief. You knew he didnât believe you, you donât know if he ever will.
But thatâs okay. Youâll keep him right here, and pull him back to you every time he runs away.
Eventually, heâll understand that you love him.
Rosalie:
The topic of kids has always been a very touchy one for Rosalie
Itâs all sheâs ever wanted, and all that she still wants
Most days, the pain is not too much of an issue
But some days, it just gets to be too much
You and Rosalie were walking down the street, hand in hand as you strolled by the different shops and food stands.
The city was busy today, many young couples out and about, shopping, talking, kissing far too passionately to be in public, the usual.
âRose, do you mind if we sit down for a bit? These shoes Alice chose for me look really nice, but they are so uncomfortable.â
She giggled, but nodded and led you both to a bench. You sat down with a heavy sigh, finally getting off of your feet after what felt like forever (even though it was only about an hour).
Across the way in the little park youâve both found yourself in, a young couple is sitting on a bench.
The woman has long, flowing, blonde hair that frames her face in loose curls. Sheâs wearing a gorgeous floral-patterned dress, and on her left hand is quite possibly the biggest, gaudiest ring you have ever seen.
To her right, a man sits, one who bears a striking resemblance to you, regardless of gender.
And in the middle, a little baby. A perfect mix of the two, her hair and his eyes, her nose and his jawline, all swaddled in a cute little onesie.
Youâre about to turn to Rosalie to point out the cute baby (she always loves to look and maybe go touch it if the parents allow her to) when you see that sheâs already looking.
Her face is grave, like sheâs looking at her own headstone. Her face is twisted in grief, and she looks on the verge of tears.
It takes you a second to connect the dots, but once you do, your heart clenches for her.
That woman looks like her, reminds Rosalie of herself. And the man looks like you. And that baby is what she wants, all sheâs ever wanted. What she canât have.
Babies are always hard for her, but this struck a deep chord.
âRose⊠do you wanna go home?â You ask softly, not wanting to come off as pushy.
ââŠâ
âCome on, letâs go,â you grab her arm to pull her up, she goes with you, but keeps her head craned back to the young couple the whole time.
Once youâre far away, she breaks down. Youâve never seen a vampire cry, and thatâs probably because they canât. But if they could, Rosalie would be sobbing.
You know itâs bad because she doesnât even care that she falls to the floor in this dirty, nasty alleyway. Normal Rosalie would rather die 100 times over than get her clothes dirty, especially here.
You sit down next to her, letting her dry heave and gasp into your shoulder, her wails breaking your heart.
Youâre helpless here. Cause what can you really do? You canât give her a kid, she canât give you one either. You canât go back in time and stop her from being killed. And you canât go back and steal that baby from that couple (even though you kind of really want to).
So you just hold her.
You run her hair, pat her back, kiss her head, and whisper into her ear. How much you love her, how sheâs perfect, how itâs okay, how you donât think less of her.
Once sheâs calmed down and her breathing has slowed, she looks up at you.
âIâm so sorry. You shouldnât be seeing this side of me.â
âWhat? I want to be here for you, Rose. I know I canât fix this for you, but at least I can-â
âFix it? Darling, donât worry about fixing me. Iâm already completely broken, thereâs nothing to fix.â
With that you just take a moment to look at her. Her face screams that she is broken. In her soul, at least. Her and Edward are a lot more similar than they like to think.
âRosalie. You are not broken. There is nothing wrong with you.â
She scoffs at that. âIâm not human. Iâd say thatâs pretty wrong. Not to mention the fact that I canât even look at a couple with a baby and not want to violently kill someone.â
âAnd thatâs okay.â
She scoffs again.
âNo, really, Rose. I mean it. Iâm never ever going to think less of you for something like this. You went through something I can never even imagine and now youâre left to pick up the pieces. Just let me help you.â
She looks at you, her eyes staring into yours. The grief that sheâs feeling is evident. But deep in her eyes, you see a touch of something else. Trust, maybe.
âYou know, youâre gonna be picking up pieces for the rest of your life.â
âThatâs okay, I donât mind. Not if itâs you.â
Emmett:
He likes to pretend to be all big and bad all of the time
But in reality, he's still a person
He just has a hard time remembering that sometimes
You don't know where he got all of that energy from.
I mean, realistically, you know that he can never get tired.
But really, even for a vampire this was unnatural.
Some nobody in school had challenged him to an arm wrestle. Of course, he can never resist. He grabbed the guy's hand and prepared to pummel him, only to flinch and have his hand thrown down against the wood of the desk.
The guy had one of those fake shock things in his hand, and as soon as Emmett clamped down it vibrated like crazy.
To say he was pissed would be an understatement.
And now he was taking all of that anger out on the trees around the Cullen house.
"That-" punch "fucking-" punch "ASSHOLE!" punch punch punch
It had been days. And you were honestly getting worried. He hadn't hunted in those days, much less came inside the house. You're surprised the park ranger hasn't come knocking yet.
You heard a hollowed cracking sound and looked to see Emmett standing triumphantly as a rather large oak tree fell to the ground, followed by a guttural roar from the man.
"Emmett," you called, barely above a whisper. But you know he heard you. "Come over here please."
He looks at you with a slightly guilty look, the anger from before fading away as he hangs his head and trudges over to you. He stops just a few feet in front of you, lamely kicking the rocks beneath his toes as he avoids your eyes.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âItâs that stupid fucking guy-â
âNo,â you stop him, putting your hand up to silence him. âWhatâs actually wrong? Donât tell me youâre seriously this pissed about losing an arm wrestling match with some nobody.â
He just stood there in silence for a second. You took this chance to stand up and grab his face in your hands, instantly he leaned in, perching his head on your palms.
âI just⊠need to be strong. Thatâs what I am, I need to be strong,â he whispered, his voice coming out shy and meek.
You just smiled at him sadly and rubbed his cheek.
âI can be strong too you know. So every once in a while you can let me take care of you instead.â
He laughed at that.
âYou, strong? As if. I could fold you in half!â
You punched him lightly in the arm.
âYou jerk! Iâm trying to be sentimental!â
He laughed again and grabbed your hands, bringing them back up to their previous spot cradling his face.
âOk ok, serious sentimental time.â
You just laughed and kissed him.
Esme:
She has a bad habit of overreacting
Just a dash of anxiety
So when something-anything happens to you, she freaks out
This is bad.
Like really, really bad.
You were supposed to be driving to go see Esme at the Cullen house, but of course your piece-of-shit car decided that now would be a perfect time to break down.
Too far away from home to walk back, too far away from the Cullens to walk there, and the nearest anything was also too far.
Not to mention the snow covering the ground didnât really entice you to get out of your still-warm car.
So you tried calling someone to come get you.
Only, of course thereâs no service out here because why would there be.
Just your luck.
You weigh your options, and decide that walking is just gonna have to do.
You didnât pack a winter coat because you didnât think youâd be outside for this long, but you had a blanket stored in your backseat and it was better than nothing.
So off you trekked through the freezing cold winter storm to the Cullen house.
Inside, Esme was (in)patiently waiting.
Your favorite meal was waiting for you, already plated and getting colder by the second on the dining room table.
You said you were on your way 30 minutes ago. It takes about 30 minutes to get from your house to their house.
So where were you?
Her ears perked at the sound of a slowly beating heart coming from down the driveway.
It didnât sound like one of the foxes or deer that roam around this time of year. No, it sounded a bit bigger, a bit more human.
She was out the door in a flash. Before anyone had the chance to ask what she was doing she was by your side.
âOh my god, honey, why are you out here?!â
âAn angelâŠâ and then you collapsed.
Cue Esme absolutely freaking the fuck out.
She has you in front of a lit fireplace, a heating blanket rested over your shoulders and a warm towel on your head.
Sheâs pacing back and forth in front of you. She wants to hold you so bad, to kiss you, cuddle you, protect you. But she canât. Sheâll just make the shivers wracking your body even worse.
âEsâŠâ you croak, your eyes blinking open finally.
âOh my god! Are you okay? How are you feeling? Why were you out there? Whereâs your car? Why didnât you call me?â
âShhhh,â you whisper, bringing your finger up to shush her. âJust come here.â
You open up your blanket in an invitation to her.
âAre you out of your mind? I canât cuddle with you right now, Iâll freeze you!â
âPlease, you deserve to be taken care of too.â
She crumbles at that, you can see the resolve leaving her face. And then she figures that you wonât get too cold with the heated blanket and everything.
She cuddles up next to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and ducking her head into your neck.
âIâm so sorry, I should have been there. And least of all I shouldnât be such a mess right now.â
âItâs okay to be a mess, Iâll always be here to hold you.â
Carlisle:
No one really talks about the stress of being a pretend father for a bunch of eternal teenagers
Really, itâs a blessing that he doesnât need sleep and isnât affected by long hours
But despite that, he still gets so worn out
Today had been a long day for Carlisle.
It was student-teacher conference day. And while thatâs not usually an issue since he always tells the kids to behave, Emmett decided it was necessary to punch a kid last week.
To be honest, Carlisle didnât really care if the kid was a bully or not, all he viewed it as was something more drawing attention to them.
On top of that, the cattiness between Edward and Rosalie seemed to be especially bad today.
They were at each otherâs throats for the better part of the day, and nothing would get them to separate.
At work, at least a dozen new patients showed up. A factory that was close by had a gas leak, very minor. None of the people were harmed at all, but many still insisted on going to the clinic.
Carlisleâs not one to discourage people from getting checked out, but he is one to tell people to go home when theyâre fine, which everyone was.
But these people kept insisting something was wrong. A boy with a broken arm had to wait for three hours for a room to open up because the factory workers refused to leave.
By the time he got home, he was exhausted, you could tell. His eyes were heavy, as were his footsteps. His hair was disheveled, he had clearly been running his fingers through it all day from the stress.
He looked like a mess. But even then, he greeted you with a smile and a kiss on the cheek.
He always takes such good care of you, whether youâre sick or not, heâs always there with whatever you want.
Now itâs your turn.
âCarlisle, are you busy?â You ask, peeking into his home office. Even after the super long day, heâs a man of habit.
âNot particularly,â he turns to look at you, setting his pen down, âwhy?â
âFollow me.â
You lead him to the bathroom, where a nice, warm back is drawn. Complete with lilac scented bath oil and two candles lit on the sink.
âThe bath looks beautiful, darling. Iâm sure the lavender will be great for your skin.â
âOh, itâs not for me,â you quip. All he does is raise an eyebrow. âItâs for you. I know youâve had a long day, so go relax and meet me in the bedroom when youâre done.â
You donât give him a chance to argue before you leave, shutting the door tightly behind you.
He emerges about 30 minutes later, still toweling his hair off.
âOk now come on over here,â you pat the bed next to you, motioning him to sit there. Again, all he does is quirk and eyebrow but he obliges.
You take the remote to the TV in yours and Carlisleâs room, turning on his favorite movie. A classic one from the silent film era.
âBut this⊠I havenât seen this movie in years⊠how did you get it?â
âThatâs the beauty of streaming platforms.â
You both sit in silence for a while, Carlisle seemingly happy to just watch his favorite movie after so long. Eventually, he turns to look at you with an inquisitive expression.
âSo, whatâs all this for?â
âWhat, am I not allowed to take care of you from time to time?â
He laughs slightly at that.
âA human taking care of a vampire, how twisted.â
You grab his face between your hands at that, drawing him close and looking deep into his yellow eyes.
âItâs not if I want to do it, and I would move the Earth for you.â
âHopeless romantic,â and with that he kisses you.
Vampire! Bella:
She tends to⊠shut down
We all know how she was when she couldnât be with Edward
That translates over
It really wasnât supposed to be that big of a deal.
Your Spanish class was going to be taking a two week trip to Spain.
Only, Bella wasnât in Spanish. This time around, she chose to take French. Which was all fine and good, until it meant that she couldnât go with you.
Cue two weeks of endless calls and texts.
On the phone with you , she sounds fine. But from your calls with Alice, sheâs not doing too hot.
She hasnât been hunting since youâve been gone, sheâs completely stopped going to class, and she also hasnât talked to anyone in the house.
Itâs the last night of your trip, youâre in your hotel room, the girl youâre sharing with is sound asleep in the other bed, but you know one girl whoâs never asleep.
You call Bellaâs number, and she answers instantly, like sheâs been waiting all day for you to call. In all honesty, she probably has.
âHey, what are you up to?â You can hear the attempt to be nonchalant in her voice, but her eagerness gives her away.
âOh nothing, I just got off the phone with Alice⊠wanna tell me why you didnât leave our room today? Or yesterday? Or the day before?â
You can hear her pause on the line, like sheâs trying to come up with a convincing lie, but eventually she sighs.
âI just⊠Iâve just been missing you a lot, is all. I want you here next to me, I feel incomplete without you.ïżœïżœ
Yowch. Right through the heart.
You decide then to help in some way, you donât know how immediately, but you have to do something.
So you start to hum.
Whenever you have a bad day, Bella hums the song her mom used to sing to her. You always ask her to, and even though she says she isnât a great singer, she indulges you anyway.
Sometimes itâs the only thing that can stop you from a panic attack or calm you enough to go back to sleep after a nightmare.
You hear her gasp slightly before y he sound of sheets rustling, presumably her laying her head down.
You go through the whole song twice over, Bella never telling you to stop or joining you.
After your voice fades out and the line stays dead for a moment, you swear you can hear Bella overthinking.
âYou know, you didnât have to do that. Iâm an apex predator. I shouldnât be so upset whenever you leave for a little bit.â
You laugh lightly at that, and you can hear her scoff across the line.
âI donât mind. Especially when itâs you. Bella, I love you and I would do anything for you.â
âEven if Iâm a beautiful monster who was designed to kill you?â
âEven if you did kill me, I would hope that my blood nourishes you for months on end.â
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Look At Me
Han Jisung x Afab!Reader
⌠Genre: Fluff
âŒSummary: Jisung is just your friend... right?
⌠Word Count: 1.2k
⌠a/n: This is set up in a retail kind of setting. I pictured Target cause I used to work there đ. I didn't edit this cause I'm running around like a headless chicken to prepare for vacation. I hope that you enjoy!
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Jisung is just your friend. Your favorite co-worker and the only person on your 7pm to 11pm shift that can make you smile.Â
Jisung is just your friend that youâre always teamed up with to collect the carts from the parking lot before the store closes. He makes a game out of it, chasing you with carts and racing you to the front of the store. Sometimes when the parking lot is nearly empty he picks you up and puts you in the last cart that he collects. His arms wrap around you with a soft but firm grip as his chest vibrates with laughter, you love it⊠platonically of course.
Jisung is just your friend that brings you coffee before every shift. Your heart broke when you started to cut down caffeine. You thought that that would end his sweet gestures but he surprised you by bringing you an herbal tea instead, his favorite flavor that he hoped youâd like. Since he likes it you love it.
Jisung is just your friend that comes up behind you when he sees you struggling to get something off of a taller shelf. His hands grounds your hips and his back is against yours as he tells you to let him give it a shot. The small grunts that thrums through him as he stretches himself behind you makes you hot. He chuckles when he realizes that heâs too short to reach it too. âIâll go get a ladder since weâre both tiny.â
Jisung is just your friend who gives you one of his wireless earbuds when youâre working in the same department. He shared a playlist with you on Spotify so that you can both DJ while youâre organizing the aisles. You can hear him humming along from the opposite side of the aisle, he sounds better than the song in your ear. So much better that you turn the music down until heâs almost all that you can hear.Â
Jisung is just your friend who holds your hand to guide you through the crowd of the Saturday afternoon rush. He twists and turns and dodges children running around the busy store with you close behind him. He stops to answer questions, turning to you with an adorable furrow when he doesnât remember where something is. He holds your hand all the way until you get to the break room. âI can finally breathe.â He jokes as he lets your fingers fall from his. âLetâs hide in here, yeah?â He smiles at you and you at him.Â
Jisung is just your friend who buys you lunch on random days throughout the week. Heâll disappear from your section minutes before lunch is supposed to start then heâll pop up in the break room with your favorite stuff. Whatever youâre craving is what heâs buying. âI just want you to eat well. You worked hard today, you deserve it. Now eat before they throw us back out there.âÂ
Jisung is just your friend who's never spoken a word about his girlfriend. Does he have one? Is he single? You donât really care⊠cause youâre not into him like that but youâre curious. Heâs cute, really cute so he couldnât possibly be single, right?
Jisung is just your friend. Heâs your very single friend. âI havenât dated in months. After my ex moved I just wanted to focus on myself, ya know?â The two of you are pushing carts filled to the top as he ponders his thoughts. âI could start seeing someone now but I think that Iâm just waiting for the right person to look at me.â He looks over at you but youâre staring down at your cart. He smiles to himself.
Jisung is just your friend who drives you home on nights when your shift runs a bit later than it should. âCanât have a pretty girl like you walking home near midnight.â You always blush when he teases you. He opens the passenger door for you with a cute small smile and you look away from him. Why does he always make you blush so hard?
Jisung is just your friend who turns up his radio and sings along to the song heâs been wanting to show you for days. He says that itâs his new favorite but you notice that itâs not what he typically likes. Itâs softer and slower than his usual taste. You ask him what he likes about it as he turns onto your block.
Jisung is just your friend who looks you in the eye once he parks âIt reminds me of you.â
Jisung is just your friend. Jisung is just your friend. He didnât mean it like that .
Jisung did mean it like that. He turns towards you, shifting in the driver's seat and pushing his hair out of his face. He turns the radio down so that you can hear him. He needs you to hear him. âI know that weâve been friends for awhile and Iâve loved every second of that but I donât think that I wanna be friends anymore. I wanna know if youâll allow me to be more than that.â
Jisung is not just your friend, he's the boy that youâve had a crush on for months and heâs confessing to you right now. Heâs making your heart race and your leg shake and your mouth dry. Heâs looking over at you with hopeful eyes hoping that youâll say yes to him or anything at all at this point.
Jisung is your crush that youâd be a fool to turn down. You muster up all of the courage hiding within you to sit up straighter and talk to him. You work yourself up to confess right back. Words start to form and you slowly push them out of your mouth, molding each one as perfectly as you can in the moment. âI would love for you to be more than that.â
Jisung is your crush who smiles to himself when you confess but you miss it, youâre looking away from him like you usually do when he makes you feel like this. When he makes you feel like youâre hugging the sun with a butterfly garden in your stomach. He thinks itâs cute but he wants to see your eyes. He wants you, the right person, to look at him.
Jisung is your crush who leans towards you and gently reaches for your hand thatâs resting on your shaking knee. The touch snaps your attention over to him. Your eyes are finally on him. âCould you say that again? But this time, will you look at me? I wanna see your pretty eyes when you confess.â Your gaze wavers and he chuckles, fuck youâre so cute. âIâm over here.â He teases, big boba eyes shining as they try to find yours.Â
Youâre looking at Jisung, sparkling eyes staring into each other when you confess again. His hand holds yours as he pulls you through the emotions youâve been storing away in your chest. He pulls you right into this moment, grounding you with his gaze and sharing beguiling smiles.Â
Jisung was just your friend but now heâs so much more.Â
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Thinking about Rafe edging you and denying your orgasm entirelyâŠ.but not in your typical âfucking you and pulling out before you finishâ or âfingering you until youâre close and then stoppingâ kind of way. Say youâve been acting out, throwing tantrums while his friends are around, drinking too much and dancing provocatively at his parties in a dress thatâs just a little too short, giving him attitude all the time, and he gets fed up. He drags you into the bedroom when you both come home from the country club (after he dragged you to the car when you wouldnât stop giving him back talk) and strips you down before he does the same. You think heâs going to fuck the brat out of you like he does sometimes, but then he just starts rubbing his cock up and down your slit, dragging the tip through your wet folds to soak it before rubbing it against your clit. You let out a small gasp, whining and begging for more, but he just slaps your cheek and tells you to stop fucking whining. His cock keeps rubbing against your clit each time he rubs it up and down your dripping cunt, the feeling bringing you closer and closer to release, and then he moves his focus to your clit entirely. Wrapping one hand around it to apply a bit more pressure to your clit, rubbing the tip of his cock in circles as he watches you squirm underneath him. You tell him youâre close, that you need to come, and then he stops. You whine in frustration, the burning feeling in your stomach growing as you writhe your hips, clit throbbing and aching from the desperate need to come. But he continues stroking his cock with one hand, resting it just centimeters away from your cunt, the other hand moving to push your legs apart so you were nice and spread open for him. Heâd keep stroking his cock until he came, head thrown back as he lets out a loud groan and a string of âfuck fuck fuckâ, thick white ropes shooting all over your spread cunt, dripping from your clit to your fluttering hole that was desperately trying to suck some of the cum inside, and then down to your ass. He looks down at the mess and gives you a satisfied smirk before walking to the nightstand and grabbing a tissue to clean both himself and you off. You look at him wide eyed and panting, whining when he puts on his swim trunks. He simply shakes his head, a look of both amusement and mocking sympathy on his face.
âStupid bratty whores like you donât deserve to come, you should be grateful that you even got to feel my cum on that sloppy cunt of yours sweetheart. Iâll be by the pool when you decide youâre ready to beg me for forgivenessâ he says, shooting you a final wink and walking out the door.
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