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It had been a complete accident. Truly.

Mindlessly running your hand through his hair, the tips of your fingertips unknowingly brush against the tip of his ear, and it makes him groan.

Thinking it had been out of pain, you tear your hands away from his head, eyes blinking wide. "What happened? Are you okay?"

And instead of a scowl, you find that his cheeks are multiple shades darker than usual--almost pink. He mumbles something under his breath, then shifts his entire body around so that his face is buried into your stomach, arms locked around your waist. He says something, this time so muffled you can barely hear the words they're supposed to form.

"I can't hear if you're talking into my stomach."

He says it louder this time. "...good."

"What?"

Then, finally, he whips his head just enough to meet your gaze. "It feels good."

Your brows lift, and you slowly slip your hands back into his hair. "This?"

"No--I mean, that too, but--" he's flushing brighter now, and your eyes practically sparkle at how flustered he sounds. It's a rare occurrence, but Astarion at a loss for words is something you hold dear to your heart. "--my ears."

"Your ears," you repeat, hands slowly inching to the sides of his head. You carefully trace the shape of his pointy ears, watching as he practically shudders, melting into your touch. Even your own cheeks seem to heat. "Like that?"

He wordlessly nods, opting to bury his face into your stomach again to avoid facing the power he's just given you. And you use it well, gently massaging his skin with your finger pads, drinking in the way his body reacts to your touch. "Oh my god."

Hours later, when your head lays on top of his arm and he has you close to his chest, you smile up at him cheekily.

He notices the way you're struggling to keep in your laughter. "What?"

"What does it feel like when I touch your ears?"

He nearly chokes on his own words, horrified by how upfront the question is. "It--I don't know, it just feels nice."

"Nice is an understatement."

He groans. "Please, darling, this is humiliating."

And despite the way you continue to poke fun at him and the way he feigns annoyance, whenever the two of you are alone, he always opts to put his head in your lap, and you choose to knead your fingers through his curls.

[theworldsofgala]

Karting Champions - LN

Request from @8justme and @heyheyheyggg - the Quadrant karting video with Keegan but with Lando's girlfriend taking to the challenge too.

No part 2 requests please

They'd filmed the content for Keegan's video. But making an edition of the video with y/n which is actually for Lando's channel instead just as something to document her first karting experience and see if she can make the same achievement.

"Can you please be careful?" Lando mumbles zipping up the black racing suit.

"You have literally no faith in me." Y/n pouts making him grin at her.

"I have faith in you. You have a great teacher." Lando smirks though he's somewhat lying. He really believes she's going to spin around and possibly struggle just a little.

He can take some reprieve in the fact that y/n is capable of driving and has passed her test. But she's still never been on a kart and actually she's not driven in nearly 2 years now.

"It's the slowest kart. I think I should be alright." Y/n smiles earning a hum.

When they finally send her off and getting her on track Lando is visibly gritting his teeth.

"Dude, you look terrified." Keegan laughs as they move up towards the overlooking commentator box.

"She's fine mate. Look she's got some good speed too." Max smiles patting his shoulder. "Let her have at it."

Lando does walk up to watch her and it's not long before he notices just how excited she sounds on the radio. She goes around again building up some more speed and getting a bit of a cleaner lap in before she starts the real flying lap and the boys move down with the flag.

"Actually...A bit faster than Keegan..." Max smiles showing the stop watching 1:17 min.

Lando is took busy helping y/n up out of the kart double checking her over to make sure she's actually ok.

"What time did I get?" Y/n asks excitedly, bouncing on her toes as she moves to Max.

"4 seconds off, faster than Keegan though." Max smiles earning a grin as she slaps at Lando in excitement.

"Next kart, come on baby." Y/n grins pulling Lando forward towards the second kart.

They get her in the kart and again she's off, this time mumbling to herself much to the boys amusement but Lando realises that she's mumbling when to break and reminding herself not to break too much which makes his chest ache in a way he didn't know it could.

It's just too cute and he knows he'll be ripped into if he comments.

Again they rush down for her final lap and Keegan waves the flag this time while Max takes the timer.

Lando smiles as she climbs out and almost stumbles to the timer.

"Ooooh...a little slower than Keegan, 1 second off pace." Max states which earns a small huff. Her excitement damped by being the loser for the second round.

"It's alright, baby. You got more karts to try." Lando assures her before smiling brightly at her while she pouts at him. "Come on. Stop pouting."

He gets y/n in the faster kart and smiles at her saying that she's got this before he gets the kart going for her.

She gets around alright but it's obvious she's wobbling a bit more than Keegan did and when she goes to take the first corner on her second go around, she spins and the camera very much captures Lando standing up.

"Is she ok?" Max questions with a grimace but Lando is already up and out running towards her. "Oh god."

"Guess he'll find out." Keegan shrugs before they get up and leave at a much slower speed.

"Y/n!" Lando exclaims as he finally reaches her, but she's already up and out the kart looking down at it. "Baby, are you ok?"

"No...I just embarrassed myself and spun." Y/n huffs then sighing and pulling the helmet off. "Can I go again?"

"Do you want to? You can have a bit of a break if you want?" Lando offers in concern earning a head shake.

So after getting the kart back to the line he watches her go and this time he stays near the track in fear of her spinning again.

"Mate, she'll be ok. Stop worrying so much." Max laughs but Lando can't stop looking at her and frowning as he watches.

Y/n goes around and then takes her second lap and much to his relief picks up the speed during her last lap looking like she's really got a hold on it and when she crosses the line with Max announces she got the fastest time. Lando almost feels a type of relief since he thinks y/n would be upset not to get the best time.

Y/n grins when she stops and Lando practically plucks her from the kart and grins hugging her up and tosses her around as he cheers.

"You win baby!" Lando exclaims making her beam at him. "You got the fastest time."

"I did?!"

"Yep." Max confirms showing her the 1:09.2.

"Ahahaha! Ok, we can stop now. I don't think I want to do that again." Y/n smiles earning a laugh from the boys as she pulls the helmet off and moves to hug Lando again. "Celebrations?"

"Anything you'd like." Lando nods watching her wriggle in excitement.

"Fancy dinner?"

"So easily pleased. Yeah, we can go for a fancy dinner." Lando laughs while Max and Keegan both coo at them mockingly. "Yeah, just because P's not here and Keegan you wish you had a girl as good a y/n."

"Karting champions club over here." Y/n grins then laughing when Lando digs his fingers into her sides to tickle her for calling herself a karting champion.

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Express | J.Fisher

FEM! READER

summary: you and jeremiah are best friends and you two get into a terrible argument on the beach after showing mixed signals of each other's company. you express your feelings for him at the end of it and he realizes with you two obviously ignoring each other that he has those same feelings for you.

warnings: angst, mentions of underage drinking, cursing + TAKES PLACE IN AMAZON PRIME VIDEO SERIES SEASON 2. If you don't want minor spoilers please don't read OR you can watch season 2 first!! this one shot does not completely go with the plot of the show!

thank you and enjoy lovely readers 🤍

"I can't fucking believe you, Y/N." Jeremiah said, half intoxicated due to them leaving a party at Susannah's house. Susannah was gone and all of you had decided to throw a party.

Rewinding to at least an hour before he had said those words to you, what led up to this moment was surprising. As you and Jeremiah were partying, about to kiss a fight broke out between Milo and Steven.

Another event happened where Skye ended up sharing the news about their mom, Julia making a deal with the kids that lived, well used to live at the Cousins beach house.

You and the others were allowed one week each summer, since the family that Julia had sold it to wasn't going to use it too much. Jeremiah, you and Belly hearing the news, all three of you were happy.

Though there was one person that couldn't accept the deal and that was when Jeremiah and Conrad ended up fighting. You were in the middle of it.

"Jere don't say that-" You said, holding his arm as Jeremiah pushed you away, which caused you to be taken aback. As Belly was leaving, Skye went after her. You stayed as you watched Jeremiah throw hurtful words towards Conrad.

"Jere stop-" You said but Jeremiah looked at you, after everything that he said to Conrad.

"So what you're defending him now too?" Jeremiah asked as you looked at Conrad, before looking down and shaking your head.

"I'm, I'm not sure." You whispered.

"Yeah. There it is again. The I'm not sure from Y/N. One happy thing, such a small thing that everyone could be happy about and you go and ruin it Conrad." Jeremiah said as he walked away.

As everyone seemed to go their separate ways, you stayed in front of Conrad as you felt your chest was hurting.

Conrad was silent, his eyes teary due to the words that Jeremiah said towards him. Conrad looked up as you were lost in thought, your mind vacant before you hear Conrad calling out your name. You looked up at him when he asked, "You okay?" his voice was shaky, hoarse and like it was caught in his throat.

"Yeah...yeah it's just," You started before sighing. "Last summer was messy." You stood there as your voice was shaky too, wondering why in this moment you felt like breaking down.

There was one specific person that you loved so much. That person was Jeremiah Fisher. Yet with how things were going last summer due to the whole love triangle, Susannah and other messy stuff, it was like that again.

You were caught in the middle of it and it was not until this summer that your feelings for Jeremiah were growing uncontrollably larger.

"As soon as school got out, hearing about the house being sold I've been trying hard too. To get the house back. To talk some sense into your dad. To talk to your aunt and I never once told anyone how much things have effected me." You said as your eyes teared up remembering the way Jeremiah and Conrad looked at each other with so much remorse.

"I love Jere. So much, Conrad" You whispered. "Last summer I realized I liked Jeremiah even if he's been my best friend my entire life. Seeing Jere and Bells kiss with Steven, I couldn't take that happiness away." You smiled as you wiped your tears, you weren't a drinker so these were your raw emotions, not intensified too much because there was no alcohol intake.

Conrad seemed to go more silent hearing that Jeremiah and Belly kissed, as if not knowing that already. It was a reminder that Belly couldn't choose. You looked at him as if apologizing for bringing it up.

"Conrad," You called out, "I wanna keep fighting for this house but I don't know how much more all of us can take if it's causing this much damage," You said truthfully as your tears were falling harder. Conrad was crying as well, his head held low before pulling you into a hug.

You two were somewhat the same. Bottling things up, though Conrad got the bigger blow. You hugged Conrad tightly as you sniffled, continuing what you were saying.

"I just had to be there for you both," You mumbled. "You are here," Conrad mumbled. "You are, you really are." Conrad said in a shaky tone, not knowing how else to comfort you. Not knowing if what he was doing for you was helping you feel better.

You didn't want Belly to be alone but the one person that needed someone, knowing that Conrad would go after Belly, you knew no one would be there for Jeremiah.

Conrad pulled away as you wiped your tears. Conrad wiped his away as he patted your head. "Go after Belly," You told Conrad. You pointed to his chest.

"I already know you will." You smiled at him as Conrad nodded. Everyone rarely saw you cry. You knew that you had just let it all go to Conrad, but knew that he had something to take care.

Conrad nodded as he slowly walked away from you, leaving you there to wipe your tears away in hopes that they would be gone. You took a deep breath before walking back into the beach house, the strobing lights still seen through the house's windows since the curtains seemed to not be covering any part of the windows.

You looked through the crowd, trying to find Jeremiah amongst the people dancing and drinking. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes always made you cringe, you and Cam always got along pretty well when it came to parties because you two didn't drink.

You didn't drink specifically because your mom died due to a drunk driver. You didn't want to be that way, and there would come a time when you would finally drink.

You saw spray painting on the wall, people breaking windows and tables as you shook your head, moving past people who were shoving you left and right.

Finally though you found Jeremiah standing against a wall with a red cup already in his hands. You were in front of him as he looked down at you with the same angry expression he showed Conrad.

He was ready to leave, pulling his weight off of the wall as he turned away from you. You grabbed his wrist quickly, making him accidentally drop the red cup in his hand, spilling the drink on the ground.

Jeremiah tried his hardest to hold back his anger, you being his best friend he couldn't be mad. Not at you completely. You looked up at him as he turned around, his eyes still averted away from yours.

"Can we talk?" You asked him, loud enough to go past the loud music that was playing.

"I don't see a reason," Jeremiah said as you bit the inside of your lip and held his wrist harder.

"Then you don't need a reason but I have one." You said as Jeremiah finally looking at you. The reason he didn't want to look at you was because he saw you crying on Conrad.

He knew the reason why you were crying and it was because of him. He knew that too well that he was the one that made you cry, yet he couldn't comfort you and say that it was okay.

Jeremiah pulled his wrist away from your strong grip before walking outside with you, to the beach, a different part of it since Belly and Conrad were talking as well.

You followed after him, as you stared at the back of his head before he finally stopped when you both reached your favorite log on the beach. He turned around as he stared at you with a look of anger still.

"If this is about what I said to Conrad, I'm not taking it back." Jeremiah said.

"Jere you didn't have to say all of that-" "He asked for my blessing, Y/N" Jeremiah started getting riled up, already feeling that anger was bottled up inside of him.

"Yes he did, but he needed someone, he needed his brother and this summer you guys have been butting heads indirectly but things were getting better," You said as had your hands out, you trying not to get teary eyed. Yes you were defending Conrad because he was in the right, but you wanted Jeremiah to know that too.

"Since when were we getting better?" Jeremiah asked as he scoffed, laughing a bit because it was unbelievable to him. "He took Belly away from me. I had to watch him and Belly together. I thought of all people you would know how lonely I was because I was there for my mom when no one wasn't." Jeremiah said, his voice partially raising.

You felt your heart ache as your tears were starting to become visible but you wiped your face while Jeremiah was looking away. You didn't know. How else to tell him. How else could you possibly comfort him?

"Jere," You called out, "I'm here," Was all that could slip out.

"Where were you then? When were you here?" Jeremiah asked as his eyes were tearing up, his eyes seeming to get rid of the anger slowly but it was evidently still there.

"You always comforted everyone else before you came and checked up on me. You ran after Belly when her and Conrad fought at my mom's funeral. MY MOM'S funeral. You told me that you would always be there for me first, you liar." Jeremiah pointed to his chest, as he was hitting his chest with his fingers as he was saying that.

You hated it. Seeing him in so much pain but you were in pain as well. "Jere, I tried to take care of everyone and I'm sorry. I swear I came to check up on you first you're twisting the story," You said, trying to stay calm, while Jeremiah was raising his voice at you.

"You know what, whose side are you on?" Jeremiah asked as he put his hands on his hips, turning his body as he was now rejecting looking at you.

"I saw Conrad hugging you," "Jere are you seriously doing this right now-" "Doing what? Watching you be comforted because you're what the girl version of me and Conrad combined? Bottling shit up and then acting like it's okay? Yet you don't even go and run after me?"

"You aren't making any sense Jere why are you blaming me for that thing specifically?" You asked as you put your hand on Jeremiah's but he pushed you away once again, like he did back there during his argument with Conrad.

"Don't fucking touch me." Jeremiah said with a rough voice. "Whose side are you on." Jeremiah asked as you bit your lip.

You clenched your fists, "What do you even mean Jere?!" You finally yelled which took him aback. You looked away as your chest was heaving.

"When was I here? I've been here the entire time! Being in the middle of you and Conrad. The middle of you and Belly. The middle of you three!" You yelled as you stepped towards him, you pointing your finger on his chest as you were pushing him with it.

"I was there even if I was in pain too. With my mother's death at the beginning of last summer, then Susannah was next. You don't see it do you?" You asked as your tears were falling uncontrollably.

"You needed someone and when you say no one was there for you I watched you miserably. I watched you and felt invisible. You focused on Belly so much when you guys had a thing and I had to act like I was okay with that." You laughed but it mixed with crying too.

"I tried so hard to continuously fix things. Every time Belly had a conflict with Conrad or you I would be there for her. Every time you felt so alone I was there. I was there for each and every one of you and yet you're asking me where I was?!" You yelled.

"Y/N-" Jeremiah said as he took your finger off of his chest and held your hand but you pulled your hand off of him. "I get how much Belly effected you. How much you love her," You said as you knew the next words that you were about to say were fucked up. You knew that you shouldn't put yourself before others.

"I love you Jere," You said, in hopes that he would return the feelings. Yet you knew. You knew that you two made a promise to one another that you would never fall for each other.

There was complete silence, the silence killing you but Jeremiah was taking time to process. The processing ended up stopping, but the next words that Jeremiah said towards you were words that you wished he would never say to you, but he did.

"I can't fucking believe you, Y/N" Jeremiah said as he had a face of disgust. An expression he never had towards you but to others. You saw the way he looked at you, the way that you wished he hadn't.

"So that's it," You said as your breath hitched before your next words came. "You and I were about to kiss, obviously getting even closer during this whole week and you say that to me," You said as Jeremiah looked away.

"That was a mistake," Jeremiah said as your lips quivered, tears falling harder. "I didn't mean to do that. I just wanted to kiss someone." Jeremiah lied, but you didn't know that. Jeremiah knew that he didn't want to hurt you if he was still in love with Belly.

"You wanted to kiss someone?" You asked as Jeremiah nodded. "I love Belly." Jeremiah said straightforwardly. "We promised each other that we wouldn't."

"Fuck- promises are meant to be broken!" You yelled. "Can't you make an exception just this once? That you can love me somehow? The way I love you?" You asked, begging for Jeremiah to somehow look at you the way he always has.

The one time that you finally break, after being so worn out with being the therapy friend, the friend that everyone could depend on but at your lowest moments you could only depend on Susannah and Laurel.

Susannah was gone and that impacted you too but you knew that if you compared it to the pain that Jeremiah and Conrad felt, it would be selfish. That the mother figure that replaced your mom when she passed, was now gone and the last mother figure you had was Laurel.

"I can't fucking look at you." Jeremiah said, his breath shaky. "I can't believe you." Jeremiah said as he started walking past you. You didn't watch him leave, as you stood there, still in front of your favorite log that you two would always have heartfelt conversations on.

Before he could walk away completely, you turned to him. "You can't just leave it at that!" You yelled before Jeremiah stopped. You sobbed as you begged for him one more time, wanting his answer to change.

"Yes I can." Jeremiah said as he turned around, his eyebrows knitted. "I can say that I can't." Jeremiah said, his voice shaky because he was afraid. Afraid that he was losing you now too and it was because of the words that were coming out of his mouth.

You walked up to him and tried your hardest but still he pushed you off of him. He would never treat a girl like this, ever. Yet it seemed like you were a different case. He wanted to get away from you.

"Just- Just get away from me alright?!" Jeremiah yelled which made you stop. You froze and as you did, Jeremiah ran his fingers through his hair before his tears fell as his breath was hitching too.

You watched as he sobbed, his emotions seeming to stir in the pot but with each new ingredient in there, it was the wrong ones every time. You reached out to Jeremiah, but your efforts were short as he finally decided to leave.

This time you didn't go after him. As much as you tried to comfort him, he still walked away without turning back even if your cries were heard. You had tried to hug him, knowing that was always the solution but this time, that solution was last place.

You fell to your knees as you sobbed out, wishing that the conversation ended on a high note but it didn't. Your heart ached before you felt everything suddenly get blurry and shaky. Due to the many emotions you were feeling everything had gone black.

NEXT MORNING

The sun was shining over Cousins beach. The next morning came and everyone at the party was gone. The guests were gone at least except the mess that was left behind.

You felt your breath catch in your lungs before waking up when you felt the glare of the sun hitting your body. You woke up, getting up from the sand on the beach.

"Did I really sleep here?" You asked before your eyes softened realizing no one noticed you were gone. You were hoping Jeremiah would at least bring you inside or be concerned for you seeing that you didn't come inside later that night.

You had your hands on the sand before standing up, your legs feeling numb because of the emotions that were still hitting you right as you wake up.

You walked off of the beach and into the beach house, seeing that the door was wide open, before realizing Laurel's car was there in the driveway.

You blinked before you realized. You ran inside but was met with Belly walking out of the house. Belly was holding her cheek. "Bells?" You called out as held her arm, trying to stop her. She hugged you tightly, her tears falling onto your shoulder.

You were shocked seeing the amount of tears coming out of Belly's eyes. You held the back of her head as you hugged her tightly before she pulled away and walked out to the beach.

You watched as she left, your breathing on double time before walking inside knowing that she needed space. You saw Laurel there, with Steven, Conrad and Jeremiah.

Steven told Laurel that Belly and the rest of the kids were at least here for Susannah's boys while Laurel was absent. After hearing Laurel already knew about the house being up for sale. Everyone walked away from Laurel and apparently you now. Jeremiah didn't bat an eye at you, covered in sand.

Laurel looked over to you before you looked away. "I'll start cleaning up," You whispered. "Belly needs her mom right now." You whispered before grabbing a trash bag, feeling somewhat small as you started to clean the place.

It was an hour or two later that Laurel announced that she would fight for the house and talk to Julia about it. Everyone was thankful for Laurel, glad that Belly reached out to her mom.

You kept your distance from everyone as you felt invisible and sad again. You looked at Jeremiah a few times but he never looked at you. He really did mean that he wouldn't look at you at all.

Julia finally arrived and as the kids were cleaning up, Laurel pulled Julia aside talking at Susannah and her's favorite spot.

You continued to clean up as Belly came over to you with Taylor. "You okay?" Belly asked, her hand on your back. You didn't know that Jeremiah and the others were also listening in as well.

"Yeah, just a little tired." You told Belly. "Jere and I had a big argument last night." You smiled sadly. As Belly pulled you aside along with Taylor and Skye who seemed to tag along, Steven looked over at Jeremiah.

"What happened?" Steven asked Jeremiah who was scrubbing the wall, trying to get the spray paint off of it. Jeremiah shook his head. He knew if he thought about it then he would've said the wrong things somehow.

"Nothing," "Well it doesn't seem like nothing Jere. Taylor and I watched the whole thing. I wanted to punch you so badly seeing the way you made her cry." Steven said as Conrad awkwardly listened, still on the silent treatment with Jeremiah.

Steven put down his trash bag as he made Jeremiah stop too. "I get it. We've all been through a lot of shit man but I know damn well that you love Y/N. More than Belly." Steven said as Jeremiah looked away.

"I don't." "You really are an airhead like they all say." Steven chuckled before making Jeremiah face him.

"You may think that taking the easier option is better but the better option will always be there for you and if I'm going to be honest it's Y/N. You said it so yourself. Belly will always have something for Conrad. There's someone though waiting for you." Steven said since Conrad left the room. Jeremiah looked up at Steven as Steven was awkwardly smiling.

"I.." Jeremiah said before his shoulders fell, "I fucked up so badly," Jeremiah said as Steven agreed.

"Well yeah. Can't say that I don't agree with you cause I do." Steven laughed as Jeremiah nodded.

"I..I don't know. I just don't know." "Well you gotta know somehow. All the things you said weren't her true intentions and even you know that when you start to regret what you said. She's always been there for you. Through everything. Of course she would love you dude. It isn't hard to love someone like you. Especially her. She always finds a reason." Steven reassured as Jeremiah's eyes teared up.

"Do you think she'd forgive me? For the things I said? I've never in my life spoke to her like that. I've never said such harsh things to her and yet in that moment it felt that that was the only thing that I could do." Jeremiah explained, his obvious regret showing.

"Give it a day or two. You'll probably realize it more." Steven patted Jeremiah's shoulder. "What you said was fucked. Even I would be hurt if someone said that to me." Steven said, not trying to blame Jeremiah but he knew that the two would push through.

Jeremiah paused for a bit before nodding. He knew that he had to do something somehow. He knew if he wasn't there for you the way you were there for him, then no one would be. Hearing that you slept on the beach, eavesdropping and everything no one came to come get you.

Jeremiah knew that as a best friend he should've been there for you. To carry you inside despite being so mad at you. He knew that he put his emotions first. Who knows what could've happened. He wasn't there for you the way you were there for him.

Those thoughts of what he said to you last night started to course through his mind. He winced at the thought of everything as Steven went to go clean more.

He would give it a day or two, in hopes that he would realize it all.

That he needed you, and loved you the way you did.

Taylor was currently giving you a hug as you tried your best not to cry. You stayed so strong up until now but again, you were a carbon copy of Conrad and Jeremiah combined. Belly and Skye were rubbing your back as you cried.

You hated the words that Jeremiah said towards you. Taylor had heard it all with Steven and explained everything to Belly and Skye for you so that you didn't have to.

You closed your eyes, hoping that all of this was a bad dream. Hoping that what Jeremiah said wasn't meant. Your chest kept on going up and down quickly. You were hiccuping as your walls crashed down.

You hoped that the house would be in the possession of the boys. You knew though that you didn't want to be a part of it anymore. You told yourself as you were being comforted, that this would be your last summer at the Cousin's house.

THE NEXT DAY

As you all were wrapping things up, Conrad and Jeremiah had a heartfelt conversations the night before. It seemed that everything was able to be fixed yesterday except things with you and Jeremiah.

You of course included yourself in helping Conrad study for his test in Brown to get into Stanford. Everyone was all for it, especially Belly. Yesterday evening was the last time you saw Julia and Skye for now.

After being able to convince Jeremiah and Conrad's dad about selling the house they had in Boston, things started to get good from there.

The morning came around and things needed to finish up. With the house not being on the market, everyone needed to go home and would be able to come back whenever they'd like and whenever everyone had free time.

You smiled as you were saying goodbye to Laurel. While the others were saying goodbye to one another, you wanted to talk to Laurel first.

"Thank you so much Laurel for everything that you've done up to this point." You said as you were holding her hands. Laurel smiled as she looked at you. You looked back at her, and the obvious eye bags were under your eyes.

"I heard what happened between you and Jeremiah," Laurel said as she gave you a hug. "Thank you so much for being here for everyone. We'd love to see you here again next summer or this summer if anything." You softened up in Laurel's hold before holding onto her and smiling.

"I'll think about it," You said as Laurel nodded. Laurel slowly pulled away as everyone started getting into their cars. You ended up actually driving here, so you didn't have a problem taking your time getting home. You took a good look at the Cousins house.

You weren't ready to leave yet, as everyone was talking about when they would next be all together. Everyone was saying the fourth. You looked at everyone in the group before smiling and humming.

"Yeah, I'll be available whenever." You chuckled as you started waving goodbye to everyone. "I'm gonna stay here for a bit longer. Conrad tell me how the test goes. Tell us everything," You smiled as Conrad nodded, with a content smile.

"See you whenever, Y/N" You nodded as everyone seemed to be driving out of the driveway. You didn't notice that Jeremiah actually stayed behind, instead of driving off in his brother's car. Conrad ended up leaving without Jeremiah.

You had your back turned, oblivious to Jeremiah staying behind as you walked into the Cousin's house, going to the pool as you dipped your feet in the cold water.

You heard the door open and looked back seeing Jeremiah was there, his hands in his pockets as he looked over at you, sitting on the ledge of the swimming pool.

You slowly looked away, still kicking your feet gently. Jeremiah slowly sat next to you, dipping his feet in the water with yours. It was silent for a good minute as the awkward silence was sitting there with you two as well.

Jeremiah was the first to break the silence, as he looked at you slowly, seeing that you were watching your feet kick in the water that you were now used to since they have been in there for at least a minute.

"Let's talk?" He asked as you tensed up a little before shaking your head. "I don't see a reason to." You snapped back, repeating his words from last night. To your surprise though, Jeremiah said the exact same thing that you had said to him too. You both switched placed though.

"Then you don't need a reason but I have one." Jeremiah whispered which made you stop kicking your feet. You slowly looked over at Jeremiah, your eyes already teary eyed. Jeremiah stared at your hurt filled eyes as he winced seeing how drained you looked.

Jeremiah reached up as he cupped your cheek gently, but you pulled away a bit. Jeremiah still tried though, holding both of your cheeks as he took a good look at you.

"No," Jeremiah whispered. "Don't pull away," You shook your head more as you held onto Jeremiah's wrists, wanting to shove his hands off of you but you knew that if you didn't want to do that truly.

"But you did," You told Jeremiah as you continued to look at his ocean eyes. "You pushed me away," Jeremiah nodded.

"I know I did, and I'm sorry Y/N." Jeremiah said as he wiped away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks as they were coming down.

"You didn't eat today or yesterday. You haven't slept either. I saw you were still awake even when everyone else was sleeping." Jeremiah said as he put his thumb gently under one of your eyes, seeing the obvious eye bags that already grew.

"It's hard to when you're mad at me." You admitted. "I didn't think you would have noticed me at all since you said that you couldn't look at me," You looked away as Jeremiah's eyes softened.

"Everything with Conrad, I resolved all of it. We told each other that we would talk things out as they come and not let them linger." Jeremiah admitted towards you.

"Things with Belly..I already knew that I don't love her that way. That there will always be a better option for me and..Y/N that's you." Jeremiah said, trying to convince you that the words he said to you a night ago was wrong.

You continued to look away as Jeremiah was the one speaking this time. "I do love you too. In the way that a best friend does but the way that a lover does too." Jeremiah said as he slowly let go of your cheeks, grabbing hold of your hands that he noticed were shaking, seeing your body tremble as well.

He could still see the silent cries you were giving and he knew that instead of being jealous of others that he'd rather be there for you than watch you crying in someone else's arms.

You stayed silent as you listened to Jeremiah, still trying to register everything. "I know..it's hard to forget what I said. But I'd rather say this and take back all of the words." Jeremiah held your hands still, trying to stop them from shaking as he kissed your hands gently.

He closed his eyes, "I'm so sorry for the way I talked to you. I'm sorry for making you cry. I'm sorry for blaming you and lying to you that it was a mistake." You started to sob but Jeremiah didn't stop.

"I'm sorry for pushing you away and thinking you're invisible..you aren't. I needed someone and Belly couldn't be there for me because she was always with Conrad the most. I'm sorry for forgetting about you." Jeremiah's voice started to become shaky, starting to get emotional as he continued.

"I'm sorry for never realizing how much I loved you, Y/N." Jeremiah stopped when you took your hands off of Jeremiah's hands. With this, Jeremiah thought that you were going to get up and leave but you had your hands on his chest, pushing him gently.

Jeremiah looked up at you as you looked at him, hiccuping as your voice finally came out. "Stop," You whispered as you punched him gently, "Just kiss me already," You begged as Jeremiah's eyes widened.

Jeremiah put his forehead on yours as he watched you start to calm down, feeling how close he was to you. Jeremiah gently, hesitantly grabbed your cheek.

"I want to kiss you, I really do." Jeremiah said as your noses touched, booping one another's. "Out of all the people, it was always you." Jeremiah said before his lips hit yours.

Your body stopped trembling, as you melted into the kiss that Jeremiah had given you. Your first kiss was with your best friend. This was Jeremiah's millionth kiss probably but to you, this was the kiss you wanted it to be with.

You kissed Jeremiah, wrapping your arms around Jeremiah's neck as you pulled him closer.

He pulled you closer by the waist as he held you tightly, not wanting to let you go. You pulled away for a second before reconnecting your lips together with his.

Jeremiah tucked some strands of your hair behind your ear, feeling his chest was about to explode because of how much his heart was beating double time.

No one else could make both of you feel this way, both of you knew that for sure as you felt sparks. As Jeremiah slowly pulled away, Jeremiah stared into your eyes as he smiled softly, seeing how out of breath you were.

"The tears are gone." Jeremiah pointed out as he hugged you tightly, burying his face in your neck. You pressed your lips against his curly hair, closing your eyes slowly.

Jeremiah looked up at you again, pulling away a bit from the hug. He connected his lips with yours again, kissing you was so easy to him it seemed.

You kissed him back instantly, smiling in the kiss because you felt better. You felt that things really were going to be okay with Jeremiah. Jeremiah pulled away this time, staring at your lips before pecking it gently with a smile.

Jeremiah rubbed your back gently before getting up and helping you up as well. Jeremiah held your hands before sitting down on one of the beach chairs with you. He put you on his lap gently, having you face him.

You had your hands on his shoulders, having some support as you stared into his eyes.

As you two were silently looking at one another, the silence was broken when both of you said at the same time,

"I love you," You and him stared at each other before laughing softly together.

"Let's stay here for a bit, then I'll come over and sleep over." Jeremiah said as you nodded.

"I'd love that, a lot." You said as you pushed all of your weight on Jeremiah's as he laid on the beach chair with you on top of him.

Jeremiah kissed your forehead gently, having his arms up as a arm pillow.

Jeremiah closed his eyes as he smiled softly. "Me too,"

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Middle Of The Night - [B.B X Reader]

Summary: In where Benedict and you have been friends for years, you are in love with him and Lady Whistledown decides to write about it in her infamous scandal sheet. 

Word Count: 1.7k 

Warnings: Smoking 

Requested: Yes! @alone19-24​ thank you for the request darl, I do hope this was okay <3

A/N: Also, I know I said I wasn’t going to write because I have covid rn but I just couldn’t help myself lol

The Bridgerton’s had been your family friends for as long as you could remember. You only lived next door in Number Six Bruton Street, and your back gardens were pretty much attached. You had found a sneaky way through the hedges to see each other late at night.

You started doing this in the middle of the night, sometimes to see Eloise but more often than anything, to see Benedict. You were in love with him, you had already imagined what your life would be like with him and then you would often get sad because his affections did not lie with you.

Benedict never once showed affections towards you. Perhaps it was the gentleman inside of him, not wanting to tarnish a lady’s reputation but you never noticed any soft glances or even a hitch to his breath when he saw you. He was unattainable and you knew that.

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WHEN YOU CALL HIM “DUDE” / “BRO”

synopsis: you call your hq bf “dude” / “bro” — how will he react?

featuring: suna rintarō, tsukishima kei, & oikawa tooru. gn!reader.

content warning(s): one curse word … i think lol, kinda ooc?? mentions of being hungry/starving?? idk that’s all.

naia’s footnote: i have exams in 2-3 days and instead of doing my javascript notes, i made this! 😁 ALSO time stamps aren’t important and ignore that my phone is already charging on oikawa’s part LOL

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stuck | bakugou katsuki

synopsis ↬ bakugou hates when nerds are better than him OR you get stuck in a closet but bakugou doesn’t feel like helping

warnings ↬ stuckage/kabeshiri, dub/non-con, college au, non-con picture taking, soft bully bakugou(?), bakugou doesn't act like a bully in the beginning but he does later on, the reader's favorite class is biology, the reader is a nerd, i'm sorry if i offend any nerds, the way you get stuck is kinda poorly written and i'm sorry, do not read if you don’t like being in tight spaces, or-l (receiving), f-ngering (receiving), bakugou calls you a lot of names (not nice names), slut-shaming, objectification, swearing, reader is wearing a skirt, leashes (brief), if you get confused at how I describe the scene just look at the header image, let me know if i've missed anything

pairings ↬ agedup!bully!bakugou katsuki x fem!nerdy!reader

word count ↬ 3.7k

Carefully carrying your biology class's materials, you strode along the partially empty halls to your destination. Professor Kayama, your biology instructor, asked if you could return them to a storage room in preparation for her next class. Being an exemplary student, you happily agreed — not minding the heavy load of fragile items. You held a large plastic tub of different materials she neatly stacked before handing them to you. Your slow-paced walk seemed to agitate some of your fellow classmates trying to hurry to their next activity, yet you didn't mind.

Entering the large storage area, you place the materials that manage to fit inside your arms on the floor. The room was quite large, filled with all assortments of items used in her class. All of which, you could name without even needing to try. Sticking your nose in science textbooks all day certainly paid off. The chatter of a loud group of students just outside the closed door seemed to distract you from your thoughts, just briefly.

You tried to unlock a door leading to a walk-in closet area, except it seemed to be jammed. This was a usual reoccurrence; Professor Kayama would always complain about the door, saying that it always gave her problems and that bringing this to your university for a fix would amount to nothing. She said, "they're too busy with less important things, i'll teach you how to fix it," and so she did.

It was a sliding door, the type that never swung open for "safety reasons". You tightly grasped the handle, pulling the door in the opposite direction while pressing all your strength against it. Finally, the door seemed to magically become smooth on its hinges and glided open with ease. Professor Kayama warned you never to suddenly push against the door with too much force at once as it would make the gears loose and jam it once again. So far, you've managed to survive the faulty door and any mishaps but you knew that you would eventually encounter some problems.

You pick up the plastic tub and enter the room, quickly arranging each object in its correct location. Of course, this wasn't your only duty for the day; Professor Kayama requested that you also tidy any materials that seemed out of place as she needed to leave campus early.

Again, you didn't mind. In fact, you seemed to enjoy knowing that you were her most-trusted pupil. The favorite of the class and the clear spark for envy from the other students. Always scoring the highest out of everyone in your class. Seated in the front during her lectures with your pen and paper ready to take notes while most students couldn't focus or snoozed off in the middle of class. You were the role model for them all to follow, and yet they could never match your pace.

Of course, with all of this attention, you attracted one jealous follower. A boy in your class with a name you were too busy to remember. It started with a "B", that was the only part you decided to memorize. You weren't interested in trying to become 'buddies' with people you wouldn't see again in four years. He always sat at the back of the lecture hall, too enamored with his friends to pay attention. You could vividly recall during one class hearing the obnoxious laughter of a friend he affectionately called, "dunce-face". The cacophony of their voices disrupted the entire lesson, irritating both you and Professor Kayama. You only noticed him because of his performance after every exam, project, and quiz.

The blonde would always try to outperform you. Yet, for the first time in his life, you made him experience failure.

Always coming in a distant second place to you; a sharp contrast to his perfect scores in every other class he took, passing them all with flying colors. You couldn't fathom how he did so well in a class he seemed to show no interest in.

His group of friends certainly weren't the brightest. The annoying one in your class failed nearly every test he took. While the rest weren't focused, instead finding ways to get a freshman's number so they could get their dicks wet. You concluded that he simply cheated on his exams. You were wrong. The notes for all his classes were extensive and thorough. He did whatever he could to ensure his throne was at the top of every class; the only thing more unbearable than last place was second.

His attempt at going above you only led to more shortcomings. Studying all night for a quiz that he ended up sleeping through was unfortunate, but he could get over it. Until he learned that you received another perfect score. Professor Kayama felt bad for him, she couldn't do much except arrange a tutoring session with you as his instructor. He didn't need her pity. He didn't need your pity.

You weren't elated with Professor Kayama's request for you to tutor him, yet you couldn't reject your favorite teacher. You approached him after class a few months ago, plastering your biggest and brightest fake smile. Waving your hand, a little too cheerful and innocent for his liking, and uttering words that made his hatred for you stronger: "I know this class is difficult, so would you like my help? I'm always free if you have any questions, we can be study partners! So, what do you say?"

God, your sweet tooth-rotting voice made him nauseous. You had to be faking it; that professor was watching over you like a hawk. You didn't know how humiliating it was for him. He had so much he wanted to say; resentful sentiments that would leave you beneath him with tears streaming out of your puffy eyes. The perfect view.

As you stood in front of him with your hand outstretched and waiting for his acceptance, his rage surged. You watched as his blood rushed to his reddening cheeks and ears, somewhat intimidated by his strange reaction. Infuriated with your weak attempt at challenging him, the blonde kissed his teeth and stormed out of the classroom. His gaze lingered on you for months following that interaction.

Until his deep ruby eyes caught you entering the storage room, running errands like a mule for your professors.

"Oi, Bakugou!" Yelled his red-haired friend standing across him in the hallway, "Are you listening?" Upon seeing the blonde nod, he continued. "So, you comin' to Mina's party?"

"Yeah, yeah... whatever," He said while running his fingers over the scruff of his neck. Kirishima named a list of girls attending like an elementary student reciting the alphabet, he's surprised he remembers each one. Momo, Uraraka, Yui... He recognized some, they were his frequent calls whenever he needed a quick fuck.

"—that girl in our english class," Kirishima peers up, trying to think once again before a lightbulb flickers in his head. "Denki tried with the smart girl in bio... fuck, I forgot her name... (Y/N) or something like that..."

"Who..?" He wasn't even sure why he bothered asking when he heard correctly the first time.

"That nerdy chick, always at the front in class,"

"Oh,"

"Yeah, but he said she's frigid... said no to his face before he could convince her. Too bad, she sounds like my type," Kirishima snickers under his breath as the blonde stays still.

By now, you've finished cleaning up most of the equipment and returned each of them to their assigned locations. Despite all of your years around fragile science materials, you seem to forget some essential points about safety. You can hear the familiar sound of heavy footsteps outside the closed door. Where have you heard them before? You only peeked away for a second; unfortunately, one second is enough time for an accident to happen.

Hitting your shin on the leg of a nearby desk before tripping over your feet, you fall on your knees and tummy — landing in the cramped walkway with the top half of your body inside the closet. You didn't have enough time to register the shockwave of pain through your legs. The closet's sliding door barrels down and pins you by the waist. Locking your body in place and wedging you right against the door frame. Fuck, it sounded like a cliché from a video on the Hub, which made it more embarrassing.

You try to move and twist your waist but to no avail. You reach your nearest hand to the door and push, yet it 'conveniently' seems jammed in place. For what feels like an eternity, you try desperately to move your body in any way that you can. You make some progress by managing to kneel on the hard tiles, yet the pain from falling prevents you from standing upright. Maybe you sprained something? You don't know, but you need to get out of here fast.

The last thing you want is to be a burden, but in reality, you should be concerned with someone thinking you're an idiot for falling like this. With few choices, you decide to call for help, "help..! somebody..! please, i need help!"

You should have been suspicious when you heard the sound of the front door opening. A minute hadn't even passed. It closes softly, and the faint sound of the lock fills the empty air. Asking if someone was there only led to more silence. The ground trembles like some desks have moved out of the way; obviously, someone was inside.

"Oh gosh, thank you..! I'm so clumsy, I don't know how this happened..." You continue rambling on, thinking they're clearing away to make space and rescue you. When they don't respond, you crane your neck behind only to see the disgruntled blonde — whose name you can't bother remembering — standing over you through the gap in the closet door. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, I don't know your name..."

"Doesn't fuckin' matter," Yet, he seems to grimace at your unnecessary comment. He menacingly looms over your body, making you too anxious and scared to look away.

"S- Sorry if I'm being a burden, but as you can see—" You say while trying to wiggle and show that you can't move but unintentionally show off your bum. "—I'm a little stuck, can you help me?"

"Why should I?" He says with an unwavering expression. He's dead serious. Piercing down at you beneath him while bubbling with excitement, he's won the jackpot.

"Uh... well, I'm hurt really bad. I can't get up on my own," That's unfortunate.

The whole situation was simply comical; he wanted to burst out laughing so bad, so that's what he did. His resounding yet obnoxious voice traveled through every wall of the room. This had to be a joke. There was no way that you of all the people he knew could end up in a situation like this. His cheeky grin only left you confused, clutching his belly as if he'd been injured.

"I know this might seem funny to you, but it's not. Please don't laugh..."

"But it is," He said, finally calming down and catching his breath. "I'm finding it hard to believe the teacher's pet could end up like this. Don’t tell me you’re a dumbass,"

"If you won't help me, will you just find someone else?" You turn your head around, letting your guard down for a moment. When will you learn to stop doing that?

"Why? Don't like me?" The feeling of his foot pushing into your lower back startles you. You aren't given much time to react before it's forcefully arched lower into an uncomfortable position, giving him a full view of your ass.

"H- Hey..! Cut that out..!" Your skirt rides up your thighs, exposing your cotton panties to his mischievous eyes. Greedy hands feel up your soft bum before giving it a tap.

"Wish I could help, but I don't feel like it," He says after finishing his touches. Staring off into the distance, acting as if he'd been genuinely contemplating whether or not to aid you.

"What..?" He eases his foot off your back and chooses to squat behind you. His hands caress your hips before lifting your skirt upwards, exposing your clothed heat.

"Sorry, love, you just look so pretty beneath me," He hooks his fingers under the fabric of your panties, chuckling to himself once he sees you struggle in his hands. Completely unfazed. "It's Bakugou... Katsuki, my name,"

Bakugou. Bakugou.

The surname rings a bell, it sounds so familiar. How could you forget? Your meager interactions with him flood back in your mind, but it's too late to remedy and make amends.

Tugging your panties past your cheeks, Bakugou left you uncovered as his hands freely roamed. He cupped each mound of flesh in his hands, spreading them apart and watching your folds glisten. His thumb runs along your labia, making your body shudder at the foreign sensation. Trying to ask him questions proved pointless; instead, the blonde whispered under his breath about you being desperate “like a bitch in heat”. Partially in disbelief at the sight of your slick as you rubbed your thighs together; you're really enjoying this, aren't you?

Circling his fingers over your clit and massaging your nub, your teeth sink into your lip to hold back moans. His fingers are skilled, he's done this plenty of times with other girls in the past. Yet, the way that he touches hints that he wants to go slow. Take his time and enjoy it as if you were his first. Smirking at your glistening heat as if to prove to his corrupted mind that his actions were justified.

To him, you were a conquest. The trophy on his display case that would become the envy of all his friends.

"W- Wait... Please don't—... do that..!" You want to sound strong, yet your voice is in the same sweet intonation.

Bakugou doesn't take you seriously, not when constant mewls float out of your lips and into his ears. Instead, saying he'll stop when he's finished in a tone that causes your heart to race with panic. You feel something warm and icky suddenly touching your heat; using his thumb, he spreads it across your folds while mumbling about "getting you ready". You don't even bother asking, succumbing to his lustful desires.

Maybe this is all he'll do. Feel you up and then help you when he's done, right?

You couldn't be more wrong.

His flat tongue takes a slow lap at your warmth as your hips wiggle again in his hold. Using both hands, Bakugou pins you still by your waist and lower back — holding you tight until you can't struggle. His grip is too strong, fingernails scratching into your skin. You don't stand a chance. He forces your back to arch more, releasing a hum of approval at your compliance. Kirishima said you were frigid, but now you've got him second-guessing.

His tongue darts across your clit with ease; gliding over your sensitive bud as your walls flutter. Teasing your sex just right, only taking Bakugou a few minutes to guess the spots that would drive you insane. The same insanity he was plagued with whenever he was around your presence. You tried using your legs to kick at the blonde, toes curling in your shoes. He swears into your pussy in frustration, why can't you just stay still? The vibration of his voice sends a wave of pleasure through as you moan in response, "nngh... d- don't i... i can't...ahh~"

One of your kicks nearly strikes him in the chest with full force. Your last attempt at fleeing once an intense pain surges through your leg. He simply finds it humorous again, the thought of you overpowering him. Bakugou moves one of his hands to your leg, pinning it to the tile flooring. Still determined, he continues his assault on your now swollen clit. Attached to your pussy and coaxing out your clear essence onto his tongue. Savoring your taste on his tongue, moving his head downwards, and giving you one final kiss on your clit.

You wince, feeling his thick middle finger sink inside your sopping entrance. Bakugou's thumb extends over the hood of your clit, soon covering both fingers in slick. Peaking through the gap, he sees your figure, biting on your fingers but failing to hide your whimpers — he can't wait to get out of this stuffy room — praying that you cum soon so he can see your face of pure bliss afterward.

Kirishima always said he preferred inexperienced girls. Always seemed to get attached easily with a few words of affection. Made good fucks for a quickie; send them a teddy bear, say you're sorry if you hurt them, and they'll be at your beck and call.

The familiar high pitch in your voice is something he hears too often, fully knowing what happens next. "don't tell me you're gonna cum already, love?" He taunts while his finger curls over another spot that sends a loud moan through the room. Bakugou's thumb presses deeper against your clit, smirking at your frequent pulsating walls.

"N- No..! I'm not...!"

"Hm, you're not? You're drippin' down here babe. Squeezin' me too. Was hoping you'd save some for my cock instead." His... what? You twist around, trying to stop him by reaching out but he grabs your hand instead. Stopping you from turning around and inspecting you like his newest toy, he says, "Ah, that's the pretty face I missed,"

Another digit enters you with ease, quivering against him and sucking him further with every graze against your g-spot. The familiar pooling of warmth below your stomach was hard to ignore. "should've known you were a slut when I saw your cute little pussy, only dumb sluts get wet like that," The boost of confidence he received once feeling your spasming walls was immense, clenching around him with every degrading word.

He slows, but not to a complete stop. "kats!—..." you whine in frustration, quickly pressing your lips together afterward. It surprises you as much as it does him. Not understanding why, after all this time, you wanted him more than ever. He edged you closer and closer, his fingertips kissing your cervix.

"Beg me," He said, yet you fought your lips to stay still, not wanting to embarrass yourself further. "Ah, teacher's pet thinks she's better than me, huh?" Bakugou's heavy hand suddenly connected with your bum, making you yelp at the stinging pain, "You know, I've got all day..."

"Please," You said weakly. Not good enough.

"C'mon, you can do better. Don't you wanna cum on my fingers..?" He spoke in a condescending tone, caressing the spot on your ass where he hit.

Fuck it, your head was far too gone. "please, katsu— i need... i wanna cum so bad..." Close, but not yet.

"Can't hear you, babe," His hand moves to tap against your clit, making you shudder with every hit. "Be a good little bitch for me, speak up..."

"Fu—Fuck... Katsu... please make me cum..! Need you... bad, lemme cum on your fingers— please..!

He smirked to himself, not entirely pleased but you'll learn — you're such an obedient student. Continuing with his pace, his thumb rolled across your swollen sex as the blonde watched expectantly. Making you unwind with every curl of his fingers until finally, a wave of pleasure rode over your body. Cum gushed from your entrance and onto Bakugou's fingers as he massaged your spot. Quickly finding himself mesmerized by your trembling thighs and sounds of ecstasy.

Eagerly removing his fingers once you've calmed, helping you ride out your orgasm before licking them clean. He moved to your dripping cunt, happily lapping at whatever sticky essence overflowed until his lips and chin shined under the overhead lights. As you pant and quiver, he gives you some encouraging pats on your bum.

He stands, and you hear the jingle of his belt before seeing his shadow move closer to you. Pushing his brawny arms through the gap, he loops the leather belt around your neck before fastening it. Bakugou gives an experimental tug and forces the strap upwards. The loop is loose enough for you to breathe but tight enough to leave indents.

He uses his strength to push the slider door open; it moves with ease. The old pesky thing was barely jammed, you probably could’ve gotten up on your own if you tried hard enough. Bakugou stares down as you try to move despite your aches and pains. “dummy doesn’t know basic physics, could’ve opened it yourself, bitch,”

Ignoring him, you try to stand but the blonde grasps the strap of his belt and tugs your body downward — making you fall straight on your knees again. Your body has become numb to the pain; when he presses his foot against your back again, you don’t even flinch. Bakugou kisses his teeth, annoyed that you're still whimpering. His belt is too short to stand, so he squats in front of you.

As you try to find comfort by caressing your aches, he pinches one of your cheeks harshly — forcing you to stare up at him, all teary-eyed and disheveled. The quick flash of his smartphone camera blinds your eyes, flashing white before fading.

"What did you do..?" You ask, but he doesn't need to answer. Instead, Bakugou moves his phone away from your face. "Please don't show that to your friends..."

It should've made him guilty. Hearing your desperate voice with puppy eyes begging him. But it only reminded him why he hated you so much, so weak and fragile yet somehow above him.

"Don't fuckin' look at me like that... I won't," No matter how much of an ass he wanted to be, he could never do that.

You're his personal conquest, the trophy, and the envy of all his friends. Knowing you, you'll probably take your 'goody-two shoes' ass and run to that professor you're close with or someone else he doesn't know. You can't run away yet, he wants to have more fun. Maybe fuck your brains out til' his name is the only thing your dumb ass can remember.

Bakugou stands and decides to bring his phone out once again, this time recording.

"I won't tell a soul, so put on your prettiest face... just for me,"

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pussy magnet denji x f!reader

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Notes: Denji an oblivious pussy magnet? Unknowingly attracting a steady stream of hoes that he doesn’t even bag half the time out of pure ignorance? It’s more likely than you think…

cw: SFW but no minors on my page pls, college setting, weed smoking, period mention and blood, kinda ooc & silly but it is fluff, about 1.7k words

Thank u greatly for ur help w this @akicore

It seems like you and you alone notice the sheer number of girls Denji Hayakawa hangs out with. The sheer number to flirt with him and touch him and silently beg him to touch them back. You’ve watched women practically drop their panties after a one minute conversation with the guy, which makes you wonder—what is his deal? Why him?

When asked about him, it’s always oh Denji’s that guy I have a class with or I saw him at a party last weekend, he’s kinda funny. A little odd. That’s all you ever hear people say. And yet, everytime you look, Denji seems to be steadily pulling. It’s like it’s some kinda taboo for girls to admit their crushes on him for some reason, so you don’t get where they stem from—yeah he’s got a pretty face, but that can’t be all.

You started making these observations at a house party last weekend, when you pushed into one of the bedrooms—you found it sparsely inhabited by stoners, passing around a few lit joints. Denji was sitting on the bed, stuffing bud into a grinder and talking to some tall guy with a ponytail. Curled around his arm while he worked was some girl you didn’t recognize with a pretty face, her eyes were closed but you noticed she occasionally giggled at things Denji said in conversation. Another girl laid with her head on his lap, scrolling through something on her phone. Everyone’s casual touching seemed normal, nothing to write home about, but you kept watching Denji the rest of the night.

Later you saw something interesting—some short-haired girl crawled up to him while he was sitting on the floor, making a home for herself right between his outstretched legs. He furrowed his brows but let her, rubbing her back a bit after she said something. When you moved closer you could see that she was crying. You tried not to be too nosy, giving space instead of listening closer like you wanted to, but you did see her again right before you went home that night.

She was hooked around Denji’s arm and whispering in his ear—you’d have to be blind not to see she was flirting with him. But then Denji gracefully maneuvered out of her grasp, flashing a cute smile and holding up a peace sign before heading out the door with the ponytail guy—the girl looked devastated. You even heard her go up to her friend, saying “I kept dropping so many hints but he never kissed me!”

Maybe you had a false perception of the guy, but you thought he was a perv. And that girl was pretty! She was pretty and clearly into him. You couldn’t believe Denji didn’t try to take her home.

You start having some breakthroughs about Denji’s appeal the next time you attend your morning class—the only class you share with Denji. He walks in right on time, the professor has already started talking, and just your luck! The only seat left open is the one next to you. He shuffles in and plops into the chair, pushing his unruly hair out of his eyes, and you get a good look at him up close. His eye bags make it look like he hasn’t slept a proper 8 hour night in years and his lips look a little chapped, but you can’t help but note that he really is quite handsome. He looks grungy in a hot way. You try not to stare at him as your professor drones on.

After about ten minutes of talking, she reminds the class that you all need to have a study guide for the final, calling attention to a pile of papers on her desk for anyone who hasn’t gotten one yet. So you start to get up, but then you feel cool air and wetness on the bottom of your dress, gasping when you look down and see that blood has soaked through your underwear and started pooling into the seat of your chair.

Denji jolts up, clearly your gasp has interrupted his process of falling asleep during lecture. He sees the bloody mess on your chair before you can hide it—thankfully, he seems to be the only one to notice. You sit back down quickly, feeling your cheeks burn up while Denji drags air through his teeth—he seems sympathetic. You try avoiding his gaze, but then a giant sweatshirt is thrown over your shoulder, and you peek to see Denji adjusting his newly-exposed, wrinkled button up.

“Wh- is this for me?” you whisper.

“Yeah. I thought you’d wanna borrow it maybe.”

He isn’t looking at you while he talks, which feels considerate, like he’s conscious that you might be embarrassed.

Your cheeks burn even hotter but you slide it on, breathing in his scent–it smells like equal parts laundry detergent and weed.

The professor makes a final call for people who haven’t gotten the study guide yet to come grab one, and you weigh the pros and cons of leaving your stained chair to get it or just trying to make do without, but then Denji is rising from his seat and grabbing it for you, giving you an awkward grin when he slides the paper over.

He doesn’t say anything or really pay you any mind for the rest of class, until people start leaving and you start taking off his sweatshirt. Then he frowns.

“Wait, you can keep it on! I was thinking you’d wanna wear it till you could get a change of clothes or something.”

“No way, are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Denji slings his bag over his shoulder, “I do want it back some time though, that hoodie’s my ol’ reliable. I’ll see y’round!”

With that, he leaves the room, which you appreciate so you can wipe off your chair in privacy. Damn. You keep replaying the whole interaction in your head–how he was so nonchalant about helping you…just his whole attitude was… cool. Fuck. You think you have a crush.

The next time you see him you return the sweatshirt (which you’ve washed) and he effortlessly segues the conversation from thanking you to talking about class to inviting you to a “small” kickback his friends are hosting next friday. Of course you accept the invitation. Even discounting his looks, Denji’s charisma alone was impossible to say no to.

When next Friday rolls around, you find yourself high as hell–holding the wall when you walk as you stumble through some stranger’s house. You find a room with a lot of voices inside, and you push open the door to find air so thick and smoky, you’re certain a sober person would get stoned just walking past. The entire space feels like one big hot box, except it’s crowded–there’s so many people crammed inside this bedroom that you’re not sure where you’d even fit. You’re about to turn and leave when you hear your name called—Denji spotted you from the desk chair he’s sitting in by the wall—he’s sharing it with some girl who’s perched on the arm rest. He motions for you to come over with a huge smile.

You have to step around people, mumbling sorry’s and excuse me’s while your already cloudy brain tries to compose itself in all this haze.

“It’s packed in here, Denji, I feel like there’s no room for me,” you say once you reach him.

He pats his lap.

“What’re ya talking about, there’s room right here.”

You bite the inside of your cheek and look down at his legs–he’s got on some black sweatpants and patterned socks with little hearts on them, they look like they were borrowed from a girl. He rubs his thighs like he’s warming them up for you, pursing his lips while he waits for you to sit.

“Won’t bite, I swear.”

So you turn and sit on his knees while he’s giggling at how careful you are, quickly wrapping his arms around you and scooting you back further into him.

The pink-haired girl on the arm rest blows smoke into his face, looking at you.

“He’s lying about biting you–it’ll happen when you least expect it.”

You can’t see him stick out his tongue at her in response, but you watch as he reaches up to flick her forehead. You feel him shake with laughter at her annoyed reaction.

Then he’s reaching around your waist and hooking his head over your shoulder while he grabs a rolling tray, the same one you saw him using at the last party.

“Don’t listen to her, look, I’ll even share my weed.”

You wake up the next morning under the heavy weight of Denji’s arm; he’s spooning you. You turn your head to see that some other pretty girl is also spooning him. Somehow you're not jealous, just happy to be in his arms and happy he’s nice and cozy between you both.

God you have a crush on him, but you’re starting to realize you’d even take just being friends! You want to be around him more no matter what, you think, just to soak up his energy. You’re no better than every other girl in his orbit.

Once you shift a little, Denji and the girl spooning him wake up, and they both smile at you. Their smiles feel warm. Then he has to get up because one of the women hosting the party offered to give him a ride back to his apartment, and she says she’s ready to go. But he’s dragging you up with him, offering you a ride, too, on her behalf.

“C’mon you live by me right? This’ll save you from spending your entire life savings on an uber out here.”

Then he’s swinging your hands between you while this woman leads you to her car. Denji has this air about him that tricks you into thinking you’ve known him your whole life—it’s crazy comforting, so you grip his hand tighter when you slide into the backseat, ensuring he doesn’t let go for the ride. You even feel comfortable enough to ask him if you can just be dropped off at his place–only because it’d be easier for the driver of course! Denji’s eyebrows shoot up, he seems like he’s having a lightbulb moment, and his thumb starts rubbing softly over the back of your hand while he responds—his cheeks flooding with color. “Yeah! Totally, you should just come over, that sounds like a good plan.”

this is truly my dream and hc for him when he’s in college I want this man to have endless hoes idc.. I may make a smutty p2 some day we shall see! Thanks for reading 💘

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Max Verstappen x Horner daughter reader Chapter 5

Here’s the 5th chapter to my Max story. I’m so so sorry for the long wait, I know it’s been ages since I posted chapter 4 and thank you so much for sticking with this story. I was really struggling for ideas for this chapter and I had a writer’s block so thank you to those of you who helped. I’d like to give a special mention to @kiimmie33 and @laura-naruto-fan1998 for their help as I was really finding it hard and they gave me inspiration. I’m hoping to have the next chapter ready quicker than this, I’m looking forward to writing it as I have lots of ideas that I hope you’ll enjoy.

The Hungarian Grand Prix, held at the Hungaroring near Budapest, always had a high attendance. The fans were passionate and loud and it was always a great race. Well, ‘always’ was subjective on this occasion.

The weekend had started quite well for him. He’d been in the podium positions across all three practice sessions and had qualified third overall, which he didn’t mind too much. Qualifying third could be beneficial on a race start anyway. He knew that

Going into the race, he’d tried to banish all thought of Silverstone from his mind. His bruises had healed and he’d had two weeks to train and return to his strong mentality. It wasn’t only physical bruises he’d had from the crash. His pride had also suffered but he’d patched it up. This could be his race.

The optimism he’d had wilted on the first lap. It was chaos. Their previous tyre strategy all went out of the window as the rain forced them to use intermediate tyres rather than the preplanned softs

Hamilton had got away well from the beginning but Bottas hadn’t and had dropped back to allow Max to come up alongside him. The Finn then dropped places and had contact with Lando Norris which created a chain reaction of crashes like a line of dominos falling. Both Max and Sergio were caught up in the crash alongside some of their fellow drivers. Then Lance Stroll arrived quickly onto the scene and crashed into a Ferrari and a McLaren, causing the stewards to red flag the race.

Max was furious, he’d fallen down the order and his car had a lot of damage. His race had become tougher now and he was without Sergio following his retirement from the race.

Everyone pitted for the standing start besides Hamilton, which Max had never seen before. The track had dried so most people had decided to change their tyres. Following his pit, Max came out 13th and managed to quickly climb to 12th.

Hamilton pitted allowing Max and the rest of the field through and then Max rose to 11th after Mazepin’s retirement.

Max was fighting hard with Mick Schumacher to get 10th position. Mick wasn’t giving up and Max went off the track in the process, with the Haas driver staying ahead. The Dutchman went for the overtake, going round the outside of the German and banging wheels with him, finally getting ahead at turn 3 and into the points positions. Max had always liked and respected Mick. They’d been friends since they were children when their fathers were racing and he remembered himself and Mick creating their own Dutch-German hybrid language to communicate and how kind ‘Uncle Michael’ had been. They were fond memories but at the moment Max had no time for sentimentality.

He rose to 9th. Hamilton was setting the fastest laps in the race but was currently behind him in P11 and pitting. Max pitted a lap lately to try and hinder the Brit’s advantage but Hamilton managed to undercut him as Max was coming out of the pits, which only added to the frustration Max was feeling.

The chequered flag arrived and the emotions still bubbled within Max. Hamilton had come 3rd following the race and later on it was revealed that he would be boosted to second as Sebastian Vettel, who’d taken second in the race, had been disqualified because they couldn’t complete the fuel check.

Esteban Ocon had won his first Grand Prix in Formula 1. He wasn’t the closest with Esteban, they’d been rivals in karting and the lower Formulas and they’d had a very public disagreement in 2018 at Brazil when the Frenchman had hit him trying to unlap himself but Max was happy for him. He knew that Ocon was a talented driver and that it meant a lot to win your first race and so he briefly congratulated him.

Now he was sitting in his hotel room, the race result still swimming in his thoughts. He’d finished 9th and taken two points from the race whereas Hamilton now had 18 points

His phone buzzed. It was Daniel. ‘Hey mate, I know today’s race was a bit of a mess for a lot of us but we were going to go out and try and forget it for the night. You in?’

Max considered it for a short time, trying to decide if he was up for that. He sighed, he didn’t exactly have anything better to do and he didn’t want to wallow in self pity all night. ‘Sure’ he replied before he got off the bed and started to get ready.

They arrived outside a club in Budapest and Max began to wonder if he was really up for this. He saw some of his fellow drivers like Lando, Pierre, Yuki and Mick alongside Daniel and Charles Leclerc. They all turned when he walked in and smiled but Max knew that for some of them it was more of an effort. The majority of those drivers had been affected by the crash besides Pierre and Yuki who’d finished 5th and 6th.

“Hey guys” he said, trying to force a smile of his own

“Hey” came the various mumbled replies

“Right” said Daniel abruptly “That’s enough of that. I know most of us didn’t finish where we’d like but we’re going to forget about that and have fun. Okay?”

“Okay” they all agreed

“Good. Now who’s buying the first round?”

The evening progressed rather well after that with Max slowly beginning to forget the race and enjoy himself after a few drinks, relaxing a bit and having fun with his friends.

Then he saw her. Y/N. She was standing on the opposite side of the club, wearing a beautiful dress and chatting animatedly with a tall man.

Jealousy reared in Max and he began to lose his enjoyment again. She laughed at something he’d said. He highly doubted she was flirting with the man but that didn’t curb the growing insecurity within Max. Did she find the man more attractive than Max? Did she think he was funnier?

He scolded himself for thinking like that and at that moment she turned her head and a bright smile appeared on her face. She said something to the man and left, coming towards Max.

“Max!” She said cheerfully “Hi! I didn’t expect to see you here”

“Hey Y/N” he said trying to act normal “Daniel invited me. We all thought we’d try to take our minds off the race”

She turned smiling at the other drivers, who were all looking at them curiously. Daniel, however, was giving them both a knowing look and Max was getting the brunt of it. He glared slightly at him

She turned back to Max, still with a warm smile

“Who were you talking to over there?” Max blurted, unable to stop himself. He winced straight after, knowing how he sounded and met the wide eyes of Daniel.

Y/N’s eyes widened and the smile flickered on her face slightly “He’s someone that I used to know. He moved to Hungary years ago and I haven’t seen him since”

“Were you close?” Max had started now and he had to know

“Not particularly, we talked and got on but we weren’t close”

“Right” Max said. He believed her but still that insecurity was there. Her eyes were truthful and her face was honest but Max was still questioning himself

“He was telling me about a Hungarian girl he met anyway, they’ve been dating for a while now. He showed me a picture”

That made Max feel a bit better

She lowered her voice, noting the company they had “You don’t have to be jealous Max. I like you and only you. You don’t have to be insecure, I think you’re amazing as you are.”

Max was overwhelmed with emotion and only one thing was on his mind “Ik hou van je, schatje”

She smiled “What does that mean?”

“I’ll tell you one day” he smiled secretively

She rolled her eyes fondly “Come on, let’s enjoy the rest of the night”

And so they did. They chatted and laughed with the others, dancing and drinking and just being carefree. The other drivers began to get a clearer idea of their relationship from the looks in both of their eyes and their previous behaviour but they were happy for them. Some of them even pushed Max’s buttons in a friendly way by asking Y/N to dance and watching as Max tried not to get jealous, his attempt at a smile more of a grimace as if he’d sucked on a lemon but he visibly brightened every time she returned to his side.

It was now Spa. Max’s honorary home Grand Prix. He was Dutch and had always felt more Dutch despite being born in Belgium yet Spa was one of his favourite races. The circuit was iconic and part of the history of Formula 1. It had a famous corner in Eau Rouge that he wished was safer but for the most part he enjoyed his time racing at Spa.

They’d had a long break for the summer and Max had appreciated having the time off to relax and take his mind away from racing. He’d spent time with his family and also gone on holiday to soak in the sun whilst he could. He’d kept in contact with Y/N of course. They’d had video calls late into the night talking or watching a film or anything they could think of, which usually ended with Y/N falling asleep on the other side. She’d even come to Monaco for a few days and had managed to keep it hidden from Christian and Geri somehow. They’d walked around the principality, spending hours sitting by the harbour and they’d eaten ice cream together. He’d laughed when she’d accidentally smeared some on her nose and he’d wiped it off. He’d had a lot of fun.

Now he had to return to racing. He was still battling for the title and he couldn’t let his guard down now. The weather was a different story now, it had not stopped raining since they’d got to Belgium. It wasn’t light rain either. The rain was pelting down.

He’d managed podium places across practice and qualified first for the Grand Prix ahead of a surprise inclusion in George Russell. The Williams driver had done amazingly well and had relegated Lewis Hamilton to third in a much slower car, helping Max as Hamilton was 8 points ahead in the championship.

The day of the Grand Prix came and the weather was no better. The FIA were delaying the race in the hope that the weather would improve and they’d even cancelled the Formula 2 races before them. All the teams stayed sat in the garages trying to keep warm and entertained whilst they waited for more information. Y/N had decided she’d try and be helpful and had been making warm drinks for the team. It was a small thing but it was the least she could do and everyone seemed to appreciate it. She’d just handed steaming cups of tea to her dad and Max’s race engineer, GP and was now on her way over to Max.

“Hey Max” she said with a warm smile “I um, I brought you a cup of tea. I don’t really know if you like it but you looked cold.” She held it out to him with a hopeful look

He glanced at the cup with the brown liquid and at the look of hope in her eyes. He didn’t really like tea even though he’d tried to drink it in the past but she’d been kind enough to think of him so he accepted it.

“Thanks” he said, taking a sip. He still wasn’t really a fan but he tried to drink it and not show that on his face.

“How is it?” She asked

“It’s good, thank you” he said, as convincingly as he could

She smiled though she wasn’t certain she believed him. “You don’t like tea, do you Max?”

His eyes widened at being caught

“Erm… I do” he said, voice wavering at the lie

She gave him a look that said “Really?” and he caved

“Ok fine, I’m not a huge fan of it but I do try to drink it. It’s better than coffee”

“Next time just tell me. It was sweet that you drank it anyway but you don’t have to lie”

They stayed chatting for a little while longer, standing close to each other. Some of the team did double takes at seeing them so near each other but most knew that they were amicable with each other but they didn’t know the extent.

Christian was staring at them suspiciously, watching as Y/N giggled at something Max said and the young Dutchman couldn’t help but join in. There was something about them, something in their behaviour and in their eyes that suggested to Christian that there was more under the surface. He’d been oblivious to it but there were small signs. Then again, he could be reading too much into it. He had no idea. He shook the idea from his mind and concentrated on trying to find out more information about the race.

A few hours later and the information was clear. The race would go ahead but they wouldn’t complete the entire race distance as it was too dangerous. They would instead complete two laps under the safety car to allow the race to be classified.

As a result Max was declared the winner and was awarded 12.5 points. Russell received his first podium in F1 and Hamilton gained 7.5 points for finishing third. Naturally Max would take the extra points and the race win but it wasn’t an entirely satisfactory win as there was no racing. He celebrated the win but felt conflicted by how the race had been run. He felt that the fans had been the best by sticking behind the race even when it looked as though it would not go ahead.

He saw people criticising him for his radio message announcing that his visibility was fine because he was at the front. Of course he recognised that for people behind him the visibility wouldn’t be as good but he was answering a question from GP. He tried to ignore them.

He went back to his hotel feeling exhausted after the long, draining day out in the cold and wet weather. He pulled some warm, dry clothes on and had a chill evening watching a film.

He was excited for the next race, his home Grand Prix and he hoped he could be the first Dutch driver to win it. He’d have to wait and see if a dream could become a reality.

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Max Verstappen x Horner daughter reader Chapter 4

This is the fourth chapter of my Max story. I’m so excited to share this with you as I’ve been looking forward to writing this chapter for a while. Hope you enjoy!

This was it. The British Grand Prix was finally here. Silverstone. The iconic circuit in the county of Northamptonshire had been in Formula One since its beginning in 1950, when it was styled as the World Championship of Drivers. It was the home of British motor racing and it was always a huge event when Formula One was in town.

Max knew coming into the race that he wouldn’t be the fan favourite. As a rival to the home hero, he wasn’t exactly expecting a warm welcome over the course of the weekend. He understood it, the desire to support someone from the same country as yourself. His own fans, The Orange Army, were some of the most passionate in F1 and he was always grateful for their support. It felt good to have fans from his country behind him and to be representing them, doing his country proud. He couldn’t exactly criticise the British fans for their passion even though he knew the boos would be directed at him

Silverstone was Hamilton’s territory, everyone knew that. He even had a part of the track dedicated to him, the Hamilton Straight. In 2019, he’d broken a 52-year-old record for the most wins in the British Grand Prix as an F1 driver and he was now up to seven wins. He was fighting Hamilton in the Brit’s own backyard and it would be no easy feat. Max was never one to back down from a challenge though and this was no exception. He was ready.

They were trialling a new format for the race weekend. They would complete normal qualifying on a Friday and this would set the grid for the sprint race, a race of 18 laps to decide the order of the race. Max wasn’t sure how to feel about the new system. He was trying to stay open minded and he tried to remain focussed on the task at hand. Whatever the format, Max needed to be at his best for the whole weekend. His opinion wasn’t going to help him win the race.

In the normal qualifying, Lewis had qualified first, ahead of Max in second and Bottas in third. Max tried to stay calm, he was sure there’d be opportunities to overtake in the sprint race so long as he kept Valtteri at bay.

Max proved to be correct as he finished the sprint race in first, adding an extra three points to his tally for the season whilst Hamilton received two points for finishing second and Bottas got the final point to complete the top three.

He was pleased with the result of the sprint, naturally. He was in a good place for tomorrow and he hoped that he could continue the good vein of form he’d been having. He still had Hamilton to worry about, his record couldn’t go forgotten and he had the support of Bottas. Unfortunately Sergio hadn’t managed to finish the sprint race and so he’d start from the back. Max would have to do without his help for this race, not that he blamed Checo.

Race day had arrived and contrary to popular belief, it was actually warm and sunny in Britain.

He’d received his first good luck kiss from Y/N when they’d met in his driver’s room just before the race. She’d smiled that same smile she always smiled, the one that told him he could do it. He smiled to himself, he might not be British but the woman he was slowly falling for was. It would be special if he could win her home race. He shook his head, trying not to get ahead of himself.

The time had sped by from then and before he knew it, he was lining up on the grid waiting for the five red lights to go out.

The race began. Max had gotten away well from the line but so had Lewis as they both separated from the rest of the grid. Max got ahead of his rival going through the second turn but he couldn’t relax as the Brit was close behind and coming back. Lewis wasn’t giving him a moment’s reprieve and he was forcing Max to think critically about where he placed his car and how he could defend.

They reached the straight with Max not getting the chance to put his plan into action. Lewis got ahead in the Mercedes, which was normally faster than his Red Bull on straight line speed. He inwardly cursed as they went round to Brooklands but knew he couldn’t lose concentration. He could get ahead again and that’s exactly what he did, seizing the opportunity to take his place back. He blocked out the crowd noise even as they cheered their approval for the close racing.

They reached Copse corner. Hamilton was still fighting to get ahead of Max as Max defended with all his might. Lewis went up the inside of Max, trying to grab an opportunity for himself. His wheel caught the back wheel of Max’s Red Bull, causing it to spin at high speed. The wheel flew off the car as Max was powerless to stop what would be an inevitable crash. He tried to brace himself but the impact was huge as he slammed into the wall. It all went black.

Pain coursed through his body. For a moment that was all he could feel. He ached and he knew he’d been briefly knocked out on impact.

He knew the crash would live long in the memory of the fans and the media. People would argue about the blame and point fingers at him or Lewis.

“Max, are you alright?” Came a voice on the radio

“Yes” he replied, trying to hide the pain he was feeling. It could have been worse. He didn’t think anything was broken or that he had any serious injuries and he would escape with his life. That was more than other drivers before him had got.

He realised the marshals were coming towards him to help him out of the cockpit. He stood and climbed out. He waved slightly to the crowd to assure them of his safety. There was a marshal on either side of him and they put his arms around their shoulders and helped him to walk to the medical car. He tried to ignore the pain and got into the back of the car. He knew he’d be spending time at the medical centre and probably at the hospital too after such a crash.

He’d lost his winning streak. Of course the most important thing was that he was alive, he knew that but he was out. No win, no podium, no points. Every race in the championship mattered and this race was Lewis’ to lose now. He tried to block that from his mind.

Up in the Red Bull garage, Y/N watched the race anxiously. Max and Lewis had been tussling the entire race and whilst it was providing great entertainment for the fans, it was sending her heart racing. They were so close to each other and then it became too close.

She watched the crash as if it was in slow motion. She knew the impact would be immense. Max could be seriously hurt or worse. She brought her hands up to her face as tears of worry welled up in her eyes. She cared a lot for Max. They may have only been together for two weeks, since the Austrian Grand Prix, but he was important to her and she hoped he was safe.

It was as if the Earth had stopped turning for her. They all sat in anticipation as Max’s race engineer, GP, took the radio and asked him if he was ok.

She waited, the nerves building up at the silence. Come on Max, she willed. Please be ok.

“Yes” came the answer and some of the weight lifted from Y/N. He sounded pained and had only given a one word reply but it was enough. He was alive. She allowed herself a relieved breath and hoped no one was looking at her as she wiped a few of her tears away.

She watched as he climbed from the car and waved to the crowd with the marshals assisting him. He was limping, she noticed but she hoped it was nothing serious

Her dad was complaining in the background about the size of the impact, being a 51G crash into the wall in the fast Copse right-hander. He’d been travelling at 180 mph when he’d hurtled into the barrier. Her heart beat faster at that as she knew that G-force of that magnitude was incredibly dangerous. He was so lucky.

Max was transported to the medical centre and assessed by a doctor, who determined that there were no serious injuries or concussion that they could see and he was probably just bruised and battered from the impact. They told him to go to a hospital to be checked despite this in order to be safe and in case they’d missed anything out of their initial assessment.

He was sent to Coventry hospital and was immediately admitted for further precautionary tests. His mind kept wandering to the race. Had Lewis won?

The doctor reasserted what he’d been told at the track. He had no serious injuries or concussion and could be discharged tonight. He was then left alone

Max felt low. He felt so low. He’d been knocked out on the first lap. He’d not got the chance to push for the win really. He’d lead the race of course but it was still pretty much open. Anyone could have won. He hadn’t closed Lewis out so that the Brit had no chance to win. There’d been no time.

Of course he felt angry too. Naturally he’d wanted this race to go his way. He put his heart and soul into everything with Formula One and ever since the karting days when he was little, he’d always wanted to be a world champion. He just had to hope that there wouldn’t be too many occasions like this.

His phone broke him out of his reverie. Christian had brought it when he’d been checked over in the medical centre. The older man had wanted to see for his own eyes how he was and he appreciated it.

He looked at the screen and for the first time since the race, a smile broke out onto his face. It was a small one but a smile nonetheless. Y/N, the screen read. Clicking the answer button, he sat back as the British woman’s face appeared. She was at home, holding a warm cup of tea despite the heat they’d had at the track. She smiled when she saw him.

“Hey” she said softly

“Hey”

“How are you feeling? Are you alright? Sorry that’s a stupid question, of course not. You crashed into a wall at 180 mph” she began to speak faster, the words tumbling from her lips and concern in her eyes.

“Woah, Y/N. Calm down. I’m fine, sore but fine. The doctor says that I’m not seriously injured and I don’t have concussion and that I can be discharged tonight.” He tried to speak soothingly

“Sorry, I freaked out” she took a breath “I’m glad you’re ok, I was so worried”

“It’s fine” he said reassuringly “These things can be scary but you don’t have to worry. I’ll be ok”

She nodded “Need someone to pick you up when you can be discharged?”

“If you don’t mind”

“Of course not. You’re not going back to Monaco straight away are you?”

“I don’t know. I was planning on it but maybe I’ll stay the night and fly home tomorrow”

“That’s a good idea”

There was a silence for a minute until Max spoke again “Lewis won didn’t he?”

“Yeah he did. Charles led for a while after your crash but he had an issue late on and couldn’t defend from Lewis. The same thing as you had nearly happened again. They were lucky to avoid it.”

He nodded. He was sure he’d be seeing loads about the crash and Lewis’ win but at the moment he was just tired. He stayed talking with Y/N for a while and they chatted about different topics, trying to take his mind off it.

Eventually the evening came and he was discharged. Having spent most of the day following the race there, he was quite glad to be leaving but he thanked the staff for their help.

He left the hospital and found Y/N standing by her car, waiting. She threw her arms around him as he got closer, pulling him too her tightly. He sucked in a slightly pained breath. “Sorry!” She said and loosened her grip so that she wouldn’t hurt him. He felt her tears against his neck and he pulled her back to look at her face.

“Don’t cry, schatje” he said gently, wiping her tears

She allowed herself a small smile at him using his native language, Dutch. She’d never heard him speak it and hoped she’d get to hear him speak it more. She assumed the word he’d just said was a pet name of some kind though she didn’t know what it meant.

“What does that word mean?”

“What?” He said

“Schatje” she said carefully, trying to say it how Max had.

He blushed. She must be right, it was surely a pet name. “It means ‘little dear’. Adding je in Dutch makes the meaning smaller”

She smiled now. “Schatje” she repeated again “I like it”

She thought it had a very sweet meaning and she liked having a pet name in his native language. It felt more unique. She pressed a kiss to his cheek.

She cleared her throat, wiping the rest of her tears away and they both climbed into the car. She took him to his hotel where he decided to stay the night. He was so tired and he really didn’t have the energy to get a flight back to Monaco now. It had been a long day. He fell asleep as soon as his eyes closed. One more race and then it was the summer break and he could relax. Hungary here I come was his last thought before he fell into a deep sleep.

[theworldsofgala]

Hii, love that you are back!

could you write 16 and 33 for the prompt list with Esteban ocon please ? Let me know if you don’t write for him

under his touch - esteban ocon

“You can take it, you’ve done it before.” “Stay still, don’t move your hips.”

wc: 531

a/n: hi besties!! moving forward this is gonna be the way i do requests. typically gonna be shorter but I'll always include the word count!! enjoy and as always feedback is appreciated

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, fingering

His fingers drove you nuts. How he always found some way to display them in the most nonseductive way, but it still made you weak.

He would smirk during the press con, knowing you were in his driver's room watching and waiting for him to join you.

You’d look at him with your best bedroom eyes when he walked in, hoping he would take a few minutes out of his busy schedule to destroy you. But, nothing. You bent down right in front of him, and all he did was tease you even more. He trailed his fingers down your back and over the curve of your ass, making you want him desperately.

He had it out for you the whole race weekend. After FP1, the camera caught him taking his helmet off and stretching. He ran his fingers over his neck putting pressure on the muscles. You so badly wished it was your neck under his hand.

Again, you needed him, but he was needed elsewhere. His suit was pooled around his waist and his skin peeled through the bottom of his shirt. You could faintly see his toned abdomen and it made you want him fully undressed now. It wasn’t fair and it was all you could think about.

By the time you reached the hotel at the end of the night, you thought you might’ve been too tired to bother. He had other plans.

You were quickly pinned against the back of the door, the hands you ogled over all weekend we’re back to their rightful place - roaming your body. He made sure no inch of your skin went untouched and no curve went unappreciated.

He tossed you around and got to work, making you cum at least twice with his fingers before you even touched him. He gripped your thigh with one hand while the other curled inside of you, his eyes focused on making you feel so good. The sweet sounds you made echoed off the walls and you didn’t care who was on the other side of them.

It was late, but you were going for round three, bent over the desk as he pounded into you from behind. You pushed back into his body, but he put his hands firmly on your lower back. “Stay still and don’t move your hips.”

You felt another orgasm building and you needed the relief, so you pushed back. You couldn’t take it anymore and you were desperate for pleasure.

Your legs turned wobbly and weak as he gripped your hips and held you through your high.

He continued to thrust slowly but picked up the pace. A whine escaped your lips. “I don’t know if I can go another.”

“You can take it, baby, you’ve done it before.” He whispered in your ear before snaking both arms around your body. He sensed your weakness and pulled you into his chest as he slowly pumped in and out of you.

His other hand snuck between your thighs and you gasped as soon as his fingers grazed your sensitive spot. Your weak head fell backwards, weak, and you felt safe and warm in his arms. Under his touch.

[theworldsofgala]

LOST TIME ━ C.L

in which an unwanted reunion with your ex boyfriend brings anything but closure.

warnings; not my gif, angst oFC, smut, non protected sex, semi public sex, not really car sex but sexual activities in a car, toxic charles? perhaps? it’s unedited too for now my bad

the fact he was home hadn’t even crossed your mind.

while the monaco grand prix being next weekend was pre-existing knowledge, you already knew you wouldn’t be going anywhere near the track unlike your friends.

that this was the time of the year you avoided all social events and outings in hopes to avoid him. or anything to do with him. monaco was a small place and running into him wouldn’t be too difficult.

but you had broken up three years ago. and finally, only just now had you not put much thought into his whereabouts. not yet at least.

so when you walked into the bar alongside a few of your friends, it’s safe to say the sight of him with a girl on his arm had you by surprise and caught off guard.

many thoughts and questions crossing your mind.

who the fuck was that? what was he doing here? and where’s the nearest exit?

“fuck me. i’m leaving.” you quickly spoke, almost laughing at the chances of the situation as you attempted to spin on your feet and head towards the way you had just came.

your friends were confused, but quickly caught on. stopping you before you could take more than two steps. it took more than a few words of encouragement and convincing before you were being dragged to the other side of the bar.

he hadn’t seen you. you wanted to keep it that way, and while he was now out of sight he wasn’t out of mind.

it being the first time you had seen him since the breakup, you were now questioning if it was even him considering how fast it happened. all you knew for sure was the picture of the girl next to him. clinging onto his arm.

you tried to focus on your night out with friends. their desperation to distract you with stupid jokes and continuous conversation. it wasn’t working however, your mind elsewhere.

there was the urge to go have another look, to figure out why he was here. who he was with. another part of you wanted to cry, go home and return to the state that had taken so long to get out of.

another part of you wanted to throw a glass at his head.

all options were self-destructive, so the one you opted for was a drink. excusing yourself before heading towards the bar, assuring your friends you weren’t leaving.

running your hands through your hair you didn’t know how to feel. embarrassed that after three years just the sight of him was making you feel such a way. although that’s probably because you had avoided him for so long.

there was little to no closure in the breakup and it was bound to all come undone eventually. not tonight though, couldn’t be tonight.

it wasn’t helping the lingering picture of that girl either. it wasn’t jealousy, just a sudden realisation you hadn’t come to yet that he has been with other girls since you.

which was obvious but it wasn’t something you had thought about till now. and something you didn’t want to think about again.

“no. fucking. way.” a voice broke you out of your thoughts; and you had to turn around to realise the french accent was directing their words towards you.

you were met with a familiar face, another one you hadn’t seen for a while. and you almost cringed at the sight.

“pierre,” you spoke with a breathless laugh, wanting to curse under your breath as you stood up straight, leaning against the bar to look somewhat happy to see him.

not that you had any issues with pierre. you two got on well, obviously any friendship vanished when you and charles broke up. it would have been weird to keep in contact, considering you met him through charles.

“what are you doing here!” pierre practically cheered as he held his arms open, expecting a hug which you couldn’t refuse as you let out another small laugh, stepping towards him to hug the driver. “it’s been what? 3 years?” he spoke out in disbelief.

“i do live here.” you reminded him in a hum, running a hand through your hair. eyes trying to discreetly make sure his ferrari friend had not followed him or was near. “and yeah, something like that.” you smiled.

a feeling of dread was settling in your stomach, you could probably be sick right now. the chances of seeing and maybe even having to talk to your ex had just risen considering you assessed the chances of pierre not mentioning you being here to charles quite slim.

“yeah right. that makes sense.” he chuckled at himself, it being quite clear there was some alcohol flowing through his system. which you envied, you would much rather be tipsy at least to deal with all this. “how have you been?” he beamed.

“good.” you smiled with a small shrug, flattening out the dress that was hugging your body. “studying, working. nothing extraordinary.” you spoke; unaware how you were meant to say anything that’s remotely impressive considering his job.

“mate what’s taking so long, we want-" a voice became clear when pierre was about to respond; an all too familiar figure sliding into view from the side as his hand found pierre’s shoulder.

charles had cut himself short the second he saw you, his eyes widening slightly. “y/n?” he spoke in confusion, not expecting you of all people to be here, speaking to pierre.

you felt your breath get caught in your throat, feeling like a deer in the headlights as all your worries and fears from the past half an hour suddenly became a reality.

you didn’t know what to say, and to avoid any word vomit and stumbling on your words you only gave a small pursed lip smile, nodding your head. practically forcing him to have to say something and handle the awkward situation himself.

“it’s been a while; how have you been?” charles asked, almost mirroring pierre’s previous actions and opening his arms to pull you into a friendly hug, which you reciprocated.

your arms wrapped around him lightly, noticing how his hands only hovered over your back; despite your body falling back into the unfamiliar feeling of awaiting his tight grip.

“good.” you smiled, pulling away as you cleared your throat slightly. “how about you? both of you,” you were quick to add, eyes almost taking refuge on pierre to avoid the eyes of charles.

pierre was too oblivious to notice the slight tension in the air, despite the polite small talk, and being aware charles hadn’t seen you since you had walked out on him all those years ago, he was too drunk to take that into consideration right now.

“i’m great! everyone loves a reunion.” pierre spoke up with a grin, glancing between the pair of you. “i should probably go tell blondie to hit the road hm?” he added in a chuckle, nudging the ferrari driver. although his laughter died out when only small and forced awkward giggles left your and charles lips.

you had no idea who this ‘blondie’ was but you could piece together it was the girl accompanying charles tonight.

“my friends are waiting on me. but it was great to see you both again,” you decided to bluntly wrap up this conversation, sending another forced smile before swiftly sauntering past the pair to find your friends and get out of here.

you ignored pierre’s booing, catching sight of a pout on his lips as you made your way past him.

you hadn’t even bothered in grabbing your drink, and you thought you were in the clear when you spotted your friends; obliviously drinking and laughing.

“y/n!” you were stopped in your tracks, and while you wanted to pretend you couldn’t hear him and keep walking, a hand lightly grabbing your wrist stopped you.

you had no choice but to turn around, being met with charles there was no way to avoid his eyes now. “yes?” you spoke; biting down on the inside of your cheek as you withdrew your hand from his grip, crossing your arms over his chest.

he was confused by your response and it showed, his eyebrows turning down in a small frown. “i━ well, how are you?” he stuttered out as if it was obvious, his hands moving slightly as he spoke.

“i’m good… you already asked me that.” you replied; it being your turn to furrow your eyebrows in confusion. despite knowing what he was trying to do. trying to catch up, like your sure some exes do. but you didn’t want that right now hence the bluntness of your words.

“it’s been three years, that’s all i get?” he tried to joke, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck. he was unsure why he stopped you but he was expecting something more than this. he wanted to talk. see how you were at least.

“i don’t know what you want me to say charles.” you shrugged, refusing to let your expression falter and give any insight to the many thoughts playing on your mind.

you watched as he let out a breath, shaking his head slightly. “anything? i don’t know,” he muttered in frustration, shoving his hands in his pockets. the confidence that he had slowly diminishing from your cold exterior.

“my friends are waiting for me.” you repeated, fighting the urge to say anything else which you most likely would regret. ready to walk off.

“you broke up with me,” he was quick to rush out, and without context it didn’t make much sense in the conversation but you knew he was saying it in response to the way you were acting. acting as if he’s the one who had left you. “i didn’t even do anything,” he huffed.

this was what you wanted to avoid, conversation about the breakup. the relationship. this was why you had avoided him for so long, not that it took much effort. but still, you didn’t want to do this.

“if you want an apology you’re wasting your time.” you mumbled, eyes darting to your friend group to see if anyone could meet your eyes and come rescue you.

“a civil conversation would be nice,” he sighed; shaking his head. “if anyone should be upset it’s me. i don’t get it.” he muttered, shaking his head as his hand tangled through his hair; quite quickly realising he was saying too much.

“i didn’t just dump and leave you charles.” you finally snapped, rolling your eyes as you kept your arms tightly crossed.

“yes you did.” charles scoffed, quite clearly remembering the night he got home a few hours early from a race to catch you packing your bags. within the hour and after a couple of screaming matches you were gone, ending a two year relationship out of nowhere.

that’s how he saw it anyways.

“no. no, you ended things way before i actually left.” you spoke as you almost laughed. a part of you found it stupid the pair of you were having this conversation, but now that you had started it felt as if a can of worms was opening.

“you were going to leave without any explanation.” he countered, and you noticed the pained expression on his face, as if he was reliving the feeling of walking in on your half full suitcase.

“you’ve had three years to bring this up charles i don’t get why you’re doing it now,” you shook your head; knowing it was best to cut this short, not so subtlety looking around for anyone to interrupt the pair of you.

“this is your problem. i try talk about things and you don’t let me. i don’t talk about things and apparently i’m not trying.” he exclaimed, as if he was referring to something a few weeks ago. not years ago.

“oh come on,” you rolled your eyes; unsure how he had made himself out to be completely innocent. “maybe if you could actually realise something was wrong.” you huffed; not wanting to spell it out for him but he was practically forcing you to at this point.

“i’m not a mind reader y/n.” it was his turn to roll his eyes, shaking his head. “you expect me to call or text even though you specifically told me not to. you expect me to just know you weren’t happy?”

“no actually i didn’t expect that considering you were never here.” you retorted, gritting your teeth slightly. while you were the one to end things, not in the best fashion either; you did not take the blame for the relationship cracking.

“right. because i can control where my job takes me,” charles sighed in fake realisation, taking your response as a lame excuse. the easy way out. to blame it on distance even though you were well aware that would be a factor of your relationship before it started.

“the distance was fine until you stopped caring.” you quickly defended yourself, ignoring the slight crack in your voice. “you stopped calling, stopped making the early flights, stopped inviting me to tag along. when you were home it was as if you never left, as if we hadn’t spent weeks apart.”

he was taken back about the accusations, well what he was taking as accusations. because it was true. he had become complacent with the relationship. prioritising his career because he believed things between the two of you were perfect.

he hadn’t realised you were miserable, you were there when it was convenient for him and when he needed you. so to him, everything was perfect.

“that’s━ that’s not true.” he shook his head, although he was speaking in denial; not defence.

“you know it is.” you mumbled, your words not holding the anger they did a few moments ago. “you had bigger and better things to focus on. which is fine. but i couldn’t just stick around charles. heck, we didn’t even have sex for months,” you sighed, running your hand over your face.

it only now seemed to make sense to the ferrari driver, why things had fallen apart. why you had left. all it took was you explaining it, which he wished occurred earlier. but he still didn’t want to believe it. he did not want to admit to being the reason he lost the best thing in his life.

“if you wanted me to fuck you more you could’ve just said that,” he muttered; completely avoiding most of the things you had said, biting down on the inside of his cheek.

you let out a small breath of disbelief at his words, shaking your head once again. “i’m not doing this charles.” you mumbled almost apologetically, only recently had you believed you gotten over him. and this would have already put you back down that path. but a few more moments here and you would most likely be caught up in him again.

so you attempted to walk past him, not to your friends but to leave. probably to go cry it out, or scream. you couldn’t tell if what you were feeling right now was sadness, infuriation, regret or heartbreak. probably all. but you’d like to figure it out by yourself.

“no.” charles quickly spoke, once again grabbing your arm. “you don’t get to do that. not again. you can’t just run away from your problems,” he spoke as he shook his head; having gently tugged you back towards him.

however he had undermined his strength, pulling you just a little bit too close. the distance between the pair of you having quite quickly diminished, which you noticed as you had no choice but to look up at him; lips parting due to his face being so close to yours.

“there isn’t a problem. we broke up, any issues we had aren’t a thing anymore.” you spoke in annoyance, lying through your teeth but attempting to convince yourself that was the truth. so you could walk away with ease.

however you stayed where you were, despite every inch of your body telling you to create some distance between the pair of you; you couldn’t. eyes locked on his, somewhat relieved he had stopped you. unlike last time.

“if that was true you’d be able to talk to me. not avoid me.” he spoke calmly, taking a small breath. only then he realised he still had a grip on your arm, not a tight one; but he loosened it regardless the second he became aware of it.

you didn’t know what to say. what did he expect? to act like old friends? you tried your best at small talk but you had no room for it.

“i don’t see how i’ve avoided you when you haven’t tried contacting me.” you couldn’t help the petty comment, raising your eyebrows in question.

“you told me not to.” he was quick to retaliate, the argument quite stupid for two adults who broke up ages ago. but it meant you both just had longer to think about everything.

“didn’t take much convincing.” you spoke on cue, not missing a beat; your eyes pouring into his. refusing to break eye contact because that would mean he won.

he sighed, taking a breath as he shook his head. he had no response, no argument; knowing it would go around in circles. his chances of getting through to you? slim. to admitting his own mistakes? even slimmer.

so you took that as the time to leave, walking past him again and not being stopped this time. swiftly weaving through the crowd, thankfully not being spotted by any of your friends as you left the bar; heading down the street to call yourself an uber.

apart of you was relieved you got away so quickly, yet another part of you wanted charles to come after you. to prove all the built up lies and stories you had told yourself about the relationship wrong.

but you shook that thought away, knowing it would only make things worse if that was even possible.

it was almost comical, the moment you confirmed your uber you heard footsteps approaching; looking up like always, because it was dark out and you needed to be aware.

charles was approaching you, and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “charles stop, i already told you━” you started to speak as he fast approached; however you cut yourself off when he didn’t stop, catching you off guard as his large hands quickly cupped your cheeks and he brought his lips to yours.

you were frozen for a few moments, and charles started to feel regret when you didn’t kiss back, cursing himself for letting his emotions overrun him. but just as he was about to pull away and apologise your hands found his shirt and tugged him closer.

the kiss was eager, passionate; taking you both back to a place that felt so familiar yet foreign all at once, having been so long since you had been this close to him.

your hands scrunched the white shirt that was hugging his body, his hands still cupping your cheeks. losing yourself in the kiss was easy, because it was the best option right now.

“i’m sorry; i didn’t know how else to stop you, and try make it clear that-" charles began to ramble when you both pulled away to catch your breath; his hands still holding you however.

his eyes were desperately looking for any red flags, yet could only focus on your flushed cheeks and soft lips. “stop talking.” you cut him off, your hands letting go of his shirt to move to rest on his chest; running over his clothed torso and abdomen lightly.

he quickly shut up, silently agreeing that speaking would ruin the moment. and while it was probably a bad idea, it was your turn to kiss him; lips meeting his once again.

within seconds he had you against the brick wall of the bar behind you; your skin coming into contact with the rough surface didn’t phase you due to the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

his hands were now holding your waist while yours tangled in his hair, completely oblivious to the streets of a few drunken people passing; none paying the pair of you any mind.

as cheesy as it sounded, you wanted the kiss to last forever. because right now things felt quite simple. it felt as if you could forgive and forget, when really this would just restart a long and painful cycle you had just gotten out of.

the both of you were brought back to reality sooner than you wanted, the lights of a car shining on the pair of you alongside your phone vibrating made you realise your uber had arrived, hesitantly pulling away from the driver.

“my uber’s here,” you mumbled; pursing your lips as you glanced to the car a few metres away.

he nodded; parting his lips to speak, yet quickly shutting them. charles not knowing what to do nor say. he knew what he wanted, but what you want isn’t always what you need. or the smart thing to do.

“right.” he cleared his throat, awkwardly taking his hands off of you as he stepped back, attempting to quickly fix his shirt and hair.

you knew what you should’ve done. you should’ve gotten in the uber, left him there and spent another 3 years avoiding him without any contact.

yet instead you found yourself dragging him towards the uber with you, your smaller hand taking his without any resistance.

charles too knew he shouldn’t have gotten in with you, he should return to his friends. to the cute blonde he had met that night who was laughing at all his jokes.

but instead, he was sat next to you; shutting the car door beside him and putting his seat belt on.

your knees were touching, resting against each other as the awkward silence took over the uber. both of you probably trying to comprehend what had just happened.

“are you charles leclerc or am i seeing things?” the drivers voice broke both of your thoughts, your attention moving to the uber driver who had glanced at charles through the rear vision mirror.

you had to stop yourself from letting out a laugh, awkwardly clearing your throat as charles nudged you. “ah yeah,” charles spoke in reply; a sheepish smile on his face.

it wasn’t unusual for charles to get recognised, especially here in monaco. but it still had caught you by surprise, you almost forgot who he was for a moment.

“the ferrari driver,” you added on in a hum as you placed your hand on charles thigh, as if neither of the two didn’t already know that. charles eyes were quick to shoot you a glare; the last thing he needed right now was a conversation with a fan. who thankfully looked too old to realise he was with his ex girlfriend in the back of an uber.

“oh i know.” the man laughed with a grin, beyond excited to have the well renowned driver in his car. “i’m going to the race next week!” he added in excitement, charles knowing this meant the car ride would be spent talking to the uber driver.

he’d much rather spend it with his hands all over you; to distract himself from the fact he was about to hook up with his ex. but this worked as a distraction too apparently.

“oh yeah?” charles asked, too nice of a guy to not pretend to be interested and intrigued. normally he wouldn’t have to fake interest, always up for a chat if the moment is appropriate. right now wasn’t appropriate in his eyes though.

you busied yourself however, not so subtlety trailing your hand up his thigh towards his crotch. if things weren’t kept sexual you were afraid you’d back out or start arguing again, so beginning to palm him through his jeans came naturally to you.

you didn’t miss the small hiss that left his lips from the sudden contact, his eyes darting to you in yet another glare. which you only met with an innocent smile, the words of the uber driver just background noise at this point.

“don’t you agree?” snapped charles out of his thoughts, his mind being brought back as he looked away from you to the older adult in the front.

however his mind seemed to falter in trying to form a sentence, too preoccupied with the building pleasure from your actions. alongside all the memories flowing with it. “uh. yes, yeah i get you.” charles finally stuttered out; drawing in a sharp breath. having no idea what he was agreeing with.

“in theory i guess it may have been a good track, but to watch it can be a snooze fest. however i’m sure what it’s like driving is completely different.” the man chuckled, your eyebrows raising as you looked to charles for his response.

your hand didn’t give up though, still palming his now hard on through his jeans; even giving what you could grab of his dïck a small squeeze, all the while looking at him obliviously. just like the man driving the car.

“yeah it’s alright,” charles spoke through a breath; once again not even sure what track he was speaking on. which had you holding in a giggle, listening to the small whine that left charles lips from your actions.

it only encouraged you further, having missed those sounds more than you would like to admit. the rest of the car ride was spent with a one sided conversation between the f1 driver and uber driver, all the while you got charles off silently; a few grunts, whines and heavy breaths leaving his lips all the while.

trying to disguise his few noises wasn’t too difficult considering how engrossed in conversation the man was, and while he hoped he hadn’t noticed at this point he didn’t care; his hard on and your hand the only thing on his mind.

“thanks a lot man,” charles spoke out in relief the second he saw your apartment complex, the same one from years ago; not wasting anytime in climbing out the car when it was parked, you not too far behind him as you thanked the driver as well.

charles hand found your lower back as he opened the door for the apartment lobby; allowing you to walk ahead of him. “almost forgot how much of a slut you are for me ma belle,” he had ducked his head to whisper in your ear as you walked inside and ahead of him.

his hand resting on your back alongside the old pet name had heat raising on your cheeks, and if it weren’t for the filthy words that accompanied his actions it probably would’ve had you in tears. however instead it had your thighs squeezing together.

“forgot you had such a way with words,” you spoke with a playful eye roll, walking alongside him relatively quickly towards the elevator.

it was quite obvious both of you were rushed, eager to rip the clothes off each other and relive the moments you have both been deprived of for so long. so the second the pair of you were in the elevator, he had you against the wall and his lips on yours once again.

you soon pushed him back though, moving to the other side of the elevator next to the many buttons for the high story building. now having his back against the wall, your lips left his as you made sure to press the button for your floor.

you took the chance to admire him not so discreetly, inches away from his face; taking in his eager green eyes, flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. which probably mirrored yours.

“you can’t back out on me now ma chérie,” charles joked as he looked down at you; the two of you both taking a moment to catch your breath and compose yourselves. however he was genuinely looking for any doubts; any signs of you not wanting to do this.

the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. again.

“don’t tempt me,” you warned; pursing your lips as your hand moved between your bodies, finding his hard on once again quite easily. a small smirk growing on your lips as he drew in a quick breath.

not caring you were in an elevator that could open to one of your neighbours, or the fact the wall opposite the door was glass and overlooked the city; your hands fiddled with the zipper of his jeans quickly as you lowered onto your knees.

a groan left the f1 drivers lips just watching you, just from the anticipation of feeling your mouth around him once again; definitely one of the things he had missed. it shouldn’t have surprised him you were getting on your knees right now either. the pair of you had done more than this, in riskier spaces, before.

“fuck,” he hissed out as you tugged his boxers down and immediately began pumping your hand up and down his length, your tongue running across his tip making his head fall back.

yet he made sure to keep his eyes down and on you, pushing your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ears so he could see you. enjoy the view below him, which was much better than the one to his left; which was the beautiful view of monaco.

didn’t compare to you however.

“just like that love, please,” charles whined when you finally took him in your mouth; not having time to waste or tease. it had been long enough, so you began to bob your head up and down almost immediately.

your hand was gripping onto his thigh to keep steady, looking up at the sight above through your eyelashes. having to squeeze your thighs together once again just from watching him groan and grunt, watching his head fall back and eyes roll back.

“how’d you get better at this?” he couldn’t help but speak between moans and heavy breaths, moving to grip a few strands of your hair ━ yet still letting you do all the work. and if his cock wasn’t half way down your throat you would be smirking at his words.

the ding of the elevator alongside the slowly opening doors should’ve gained your attention, but you simply ignored it.

lucky for the both of you, no one was waiting on the other side; and charles extended his arm out to try hit a few buttons blindly from the many to choose from, until one finally made the elevator doors shut.

“you take me so well mon amour,” charles couldn’t help but praise as you deep throated him, the pet names rolling off his tongue naturally; and if he wasn’t fast approaching an orgasm he probably would’ve over thought calling you the nicknames he used to.

but you didn’t mind, not right now at least. it felt right in the moment and the only thing on your mind was him cumming in your mouth; hence allowing his tip to hit the back of your throat a few times, a few chokes and gags being heard; not that they slowed you down.

the monegasque pried his eyes open to admire you once again, and meeting your eyes was enough to send him over the edge; releasing in your mouth without much warning ━ a sharp tug on your hair as your name fell from his mouth alongside a few french curses.

you didn’t hesitate to swallow, removing your lips from him before wiping at your chin and corners of your mouth; standing up and ignoring the slight pain in your knees from the hard surface.

and while charles could have spent a few moments going over what just happened, he was more so looking forward to what he was about to do to you. being quick to pull his boxers and jeans up; lazily zipping them up so it wasn’t obvious what had just happened incase you two ran into someone, despite it being unlikely.

you pressed the button to open the elevator, before leading him towards your apartment door; which he remembered regardless. it was bringing back memories and thoughts like most things were so far tonight, but he pushed them back. focusing on you in front of him instead.

while you struggled to find the door key, his arms wrapped around you from behind; and his lips hovering on your neck and pressing open mouth kisses only made it harder to try navigate through your pockets.

“don’t tell me you forgot your key again,” charles couldn’t help but joke as he realised it was taking a bit too long to get into your apartment; remembering the time after a drunken night together the both of you got stuck out here waiting for a locksmith as you had left your key, and the spare, on your kitchen counter.

you were blushing again from the memory, alongside his breath fanning your skin as he laughed; nudging him slightly. “shut up, it’s here.” you dismissed him with a small breath; managing to finally grab your key, unlocking the door with a slightly shaky hand.

which charles noticed, his smirk growing as he pressed one more kiss to your neck. “don’t tell me i’m making you nervous ma belle,” he grinned cockily, as if he wasn’t the one who was just moaning your name moments ago.

you rolled your eyes, pushing the door open and turning around to face him as you walked backwards into the dark apartment. “you still never shut up.” you pointed out, earning a small chuckle as he kept his eyes on you ahead of him, shutting the door behind him before his hands found your hips.

“nope.” he grinned, lifting you up and hoisting you onto his waist with ease; your hands quickly finding his shoulders as your legs wrapped around his torso. engaging in yet another make out session as he took the both of you to your bedroom, having no problems in finding the room.

an outsider would assume the pair of you were a couple who were very much in love, instead it was quite clear both of you were planning on making the most of tonight and forget everything and anything else. while this would only cause many more nights of pain and regret for the both of you, right now it felt more than right.

thinking too much into the small jokes or pet names would only ruin things and cause hurt. and you didn’t see the point of causing yourself more pain when you could just immerse yourself in the physical presence of him. so your hands worked on the buttons of his white button up, unbuttoning all of them by the time he reached your bedroom.

a small squeal escaped your lips when you were suddenly thrown onto your bed, brushing your hair out of your eyes so you could look up at him; watching as he discarded the shirt you had so kindly unbuttoned for him. but that was short lived as he then got on the bed and swiftly turned you onto your stomach.

“want me to touch you princesse?” he asked in a low voice as his hands tugged your hips upwards, settling you onto your hand and knees; your back naturally arching as his hands pushed your dress up and above your ass, it gathering at your waist.

the sudden position of being completely vulnerable to him, your white lace panties on full display, had you only just realising how turned on you were. how much you wanted him. moaning from the feeling of his hands giving your ass a squeeze alone.

“please charles,” you spoke barely above a whisper, your hips involuntarily pushing back to try find anymore contact with him, which had a smirk tugging on his beautiful features.

you were only met with a harsh slap on your right cheek though, causing you to jolt forward as a moan got caught in your throat. his hand was quick to sooth the skin, rubbing over it and giving it a much gentler squeeze.

“don’t worry ma belle, not going to make you wait any longer.” charles spoke as his hand rubbed your folds through your panties, the wet patch quite obvious as his fingers then moved up to your clothed clit; not missing the moans that left your lips. “cause it’s been too long hm?”

“y-yeah,” you whimpered out in agreement as his fingers played with your clit, before tugging the underwear down your legs; returning to swipe through your folds, teasing your entrance for a few moments; which once again had your hips bucking backwards and a whine being heard.

he couldn’t help himself, admiring you below him. how you were already whimpering and moaning for him when he had barely started. you were always so responsive for him and it appeared that hadn’t changed.

“charles please,” you whined; shaking your hips a little as if that would entice him to fuck you. you only got a chuckle in return, but hearing the zipper of his jeans as well had you somewhat relieved, your grip on the sheets tightening slightly.

“missed this.” he couldn’t help but admit as he freed his cock, one hand moving to grip your hip while the other lined himself up with your cunt, jacking himself off a few times as he took in the sight of your body. “you’re fucking perfect mon amour,”

you had no chance to respond as he slipped inside of you, your jaw dropping from the sensation of being filled; his groan and your moan mixing together as he gave you some time to adjust.

your back had arched further if that was possible; your hands white from the grip on the sheets below you now as you waited for him to begin moving, which he soon did.

thrusting in and out of you without any warning, not that you needed it; loud moans being heard without any second thoughts, the feeling of him inside you much better than you remembered. and he had already set a pretty high standard.

“oh fuck-," you moaned out in appreciation as he thrusted into you; his hands on your hips guiding your body to meet his thrusts against him, hitting that spot inside of you already, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“so good for me y/n,” he praised; not being able to hide his own moans from the way you wrapped around him, no one else compared and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. “only for me yeah?” charles spoke without much thought, too caught up in pounding into you to think about what he was saying.

but you didn’t care either, your eyes screwing shut. “yeah.” you confirmed with a whimper as your arms almost gave out on you; struggling to control yourself with the way he was fucking you. “only you.” you moaned the truth that you had tried denying for so long.

he grunted at your words, it only pushing him further as his hand moved to the top of your back, pushing you down so your arms did give out; your chest now flat on the bed as he leant over you and began fucking you harder, his hand still holding your hips up into the air.

the side of your cheek now pressed into the mattress, you were almost speechless from the new angle, eyes rolling back. “fuck charles,” you almost screamed; whines and whimpers consistently leaving your lips.

he was fucking you as if it was the last time he ever would, because it well and truely could be. not that either of you were fans of that option right now.

“mhm, please,” you managed to whimper out; your whole body moving with each movement and thrust of his hips. you had no idea what you were asking for, yet somehow charles still knew you and your body like the back of his hand, his arm snaking around your waist to find your clit.

and when he began rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves you were already seeing stars, not even ashamed as the pleasure overwhelmed you; quite quickly approaching your high.

“want you to cum for me ma chèrie,” he rasped out through his heavy breathing; well aware that your choked out moans and the way you clenched around him meant you would be cumming in no time.

it amazed you still how he could read you so easily, you had never gotten used to it and it only added to the pleasure; his encouragement and praise sending you over the edge as you came all over his cock.

he slowed for a few moments, allowing you to ride out your high as he pushed aside his own pleasure so he could watch, and also listen; biting down on his tongue. you moaning his name was something he just had to hear again.

“don’t tire out yet love, we’re no where near finished; got to make up for lost time.”

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a/n: this was so much better in my head 🧍🏻‍♀️ bUT i refuse to scrap another charles smut so here it is idk how i feel about it