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slutforln4 · 25 days

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take my breath away.

🖇️ lando norris x reader

🖇️ in which watching your boyfriend work out results in some new experiences…

🖇️ warnings: SMUT!!! mdni, choking, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it babes), a short one

🖇️ author’s note: thanks to the lovely anon that requested this 🤍 was a fun one to write (may have accidentally self-indulged with the hand appreciation…

You weren’t sure when things changed.

One day, you were fine with the mere touch of his fingers across your shoulders, collarbones and chest, with no need for anything more. You were fine with being loved gently. You were enamoured of the way he could make you feel fragile, caringly caressing your body with the weight of a feather.

The other, you wanted his hands holding onto you like you’d disappear if he let go. Like he’d lose you if he didn’t dig his nails into your flesh, leaving marks of nothing but his hungry love for you.

Maybe your desires for him changed when you got to watch him in the gym, calloused fingers gripping the equipment with a strength he’d never used in your sight before. Your eyes glued to the way his face morphed into a pained expression and his arms dripped sweat, you felt something change.

The intricacy of his veins, the way they formed shapes under the skin of his hands, made you thirsty. You felt the need to watch as his hands held your body as tightly as he held the bench, his neck constricted under the weight of the trainer pulling the bands attached to his head.

Thirst for your lover and being in public never seemed to get along.

You felt the urge to walk over there and straddle him, your hands nestling in your favourite spot at the nape of his neck, where his curls started. Instead, you stayed put on the floor, sipping on water to try and quench the thirst. It didn’t help that Lando shot you a small grin paired with a wink, only increasing the number of flutters happening in your body.

It took you until you got home, hands nearly shaking with want, to kiss him. Hungry, aggressive, everything Lando wasn’t used to.

“Woah, love,” he mumbled against your lips, confusion lacing his voice. “What’s wrong?”

“I need you,” the simple request and reason for the rapid wandering of your hands made Lando confused. He’s never seen you so needy and it turned him on just thinking about it. “So bad.”

Lando had a feeling about what had caused this.

He had noticed your piercing gaze on him the second he started working out, your eyes never leaving his neck, hands or lips. It made him want to fuck you right then and there, but he never thought you’d crave the same.

By the time you got to the bedroom, your clothes were scattered messily across the floor leading to the door. Only your drenched panties were left, soaking up every bit of your need for him. Lando watched as you pushed him onto the bed, hands trailing his chest as you pulled down your underwear.

He felt the urgency of your movements hastily pulling on him, tugging his boxers down to his knees, not bothering to take them fully off.

When you straddle his thighs, hand wrapped around his length and slowly stroking him, Lando swore he had died and gone to heaven. The mere sight of you so needy for him was enough to make him fold. It takes a few pumps for him to feel his stomach tighten and he grasps your wrist, green eyes locked on yours.

You take that as a sign to drag his tip past your folds, so wet and so ready for him. When you eased down on him, a shuddering breath and a whimper left your lips at the feeling of him filling you up.

Lando’s lips find the cusp of your neck and shoulder, softly kissing you. It was just the way you liked it, gentle and slow, but you needed more. Lando knew that the second your fingers tugged on his curls and pulled him away from you. Your lips crashed onto his, aggression and hunger still so evident.

The second his tongue slipped past your lips, your hips buckled and a whimper slipped off your tongue. Lando’s hands grip your hips, harder than what you’ve ever felt and it turns you on to know he wants to be rough. He’s always wanted to, but he never had it in him to accidentally hurt you.

The second his teeth bit down on your bottom lip, you knew this was exactly what you wanted. Lando’s hands creeped up your body when you managed to set your own pace, hips crashing against his. You felt his fingertips ghost your neck, barely a touch, and yet you wanted more.

“Please,” you mumble against his lips, as if the plea would make any sense for someone who doesn’t know what’s going on in your brain. It’s a mess. Thoughts of what Lando could do, what he could have done if he hadn’t held back all these times, swirl inside your mind until they evaporate.

Lando kisses you gentler now, assuming you wanted him to, but it’s quite the opposite. When you continue kissing him with the same aggression, he furrows his brows and asks, “please what, baby?”

“Choke me,” you whisper, fingers tightening around his wrist. Lando watches as you tilt your head back the second you pull his hand to your neck.

He’s gentle at first. His fingertips barely touch you, the fear of hurting you creeping back in. Lando doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if you were to get hurt under his supervision, let alone by him. He’d never forgive himself.

But when he sees your lips part, eyes half-lidded and inviting, he goes feral.

The air gets stuck in your throat when Lando’s fingers dig into your skin. The thought of how good you look with his hand around your neck makes you whimper, the knot in your belly tightening.

“You feel so good, baby,” he whispered, breath hot against your skin, his lips brushing past yours. You chase the feeling of his mouth on yours when he pulls away. “So fucking good.”

Lando feels the knot in his belly tightening and he can tell you’re close, too, when he flips you over and you’re laying on your back, Lando is still thrusting into you.

You couldn’t get over the view of his chain dangling from his neck, eyebrows knitted together, gravelly moans of your name leaving his lips and his biceps contracting while choking you. It all seemed like too much and you whispered his name like a prayer, begging to be touched.

Lando’s finger found your clit as he still thrusted into you, helping you reach the peak of your high. As he felt your walls contract around his length, sending bolts of pleasure at lightspeed through his veins, his fingers curled at the base of your neck and you whimpered, lips parted and tears pricking your eyes.

Fuck, he’d be lying if he said that wasn’t the hottest thing he’s ever seen you do.

Mere moments pass of his nails grazing your neck and his thrusts start getting sloppy, before he comes undone. It takes a second for each of you to catch your breath, a playful smirk playing on your lips when Lando’s piercing green eyes look at you with concern.

Lando helps you up, leading the way to the bathroom and he starts up the bath for you. When the water is warm enough and Lando tells you to, you get in the water and he sits across from you. He pulls you close, your back to his chest as he gently moves the hair from your neck.

“Oh, baby,” his fingers touch your skin again, this time ever so gentle. “Your neck’s all red now.”

He sounds so concerned and upset with himself, and you know it’ll eat him up for the rest of the week, or as long as it takes your bruises to fade. Lando looks miserable once you turn around.

“It’s fine,” you reassured him, gentle hand on his cheek. “I wanted this and you were so, so good with me.”

Lando’s lips curl into a sly smile. “Yeah? And what caused it?”

You took a moment to answer, bottom lip trapped between your teeth as a crimson red crawled up your face. “I don’t know. Your hands, I guess.”

Lando looked at you fondly, eyes gentle and affectionate as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“If you liked my hands that much, you should’ve just told me.” A beat of silence follows. “I could’ve taken care of you in so many other ways.”

And, later that night, he made a point to show you just how good his calloused hands can make you feel.

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taegimood · 5 months

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hi mj!!

okay hear me out soobin and kai.. tag team.

like i know they would most likely never share anything like this but maybe the reader is the only exception in this case. ofc they share they’re favorite games and dramas but sharing kais gf is there new favorite activity?

hope you are doing well :))

-🖇️

nonnie this has me VIBRATING rn you have no idea i’m 👁️👄👁️ ughhhh sookai sandwich EFFF

edit: sorry for the accidental soob focus in the beginning, i got carried away i’m too mf obsessed w him 🤧

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soobin really didn’t mean to walk into kai’s bedroom without knocking, he just didn’t know that you were over… didn’t know that he’d find you getting split in half on his best friend’s cock, your body full nude and beautiful and all on display as he stands clenching the doorknob until his knuckles are white, frozen, eyes so wide that it’s comical. as if his cock wasn’t already getting hard enough in his sweatpants, the fact that the fucked out look on your face doesn’t change when you see him standing there — pools of need filling your gaze, in fact — well, hell; he sure as fuck is hard now.

soobin.exe has stopped working COMPLETELY, however, when he hears his own name fall from your lips in a soft whimper, and his eyes finally shoot to kai’s when the younger pants out, “hyung.. it’s okay, you can come in.” soobin doesn’t even process himself closing the door as he steps forward, doesn’t process how he approaches the bed, doesn’t process how he’s already gripping the hem of his shirt — “a-are you sure?” he whispers to kai, eyes locked on your dripping cunt as he watches his friend drill into it. he even has to stop the drool from trickling past his lips.

“please,” you moan out lewdly, breaking soobin’s momentary trance as his eyes flash back up to your face, your head thrown back as you watch him through pleading, lidded eyes. kai only chuckles and responds, “i’m sure. she’s been wanting this. you should see the way she looks at you, hyung.. isn’t that right, baby? want us both to share your pretty little pussy? hmm?”

soobin’s mouth hangs open at kai’s filthy words; what the fuck happened to his sweet innocent maknae???? but the guttural moan that erupts from your lips in response travels straight down to his twitching cock, and that’s all the confirmation that he needs as his clothes quickly find a home on the floor of his best friend’s bedroom and, in a daze, he’s quickly knelt on the bed beside you.

so thus starts the arrangement; kai kept true to his words, and now here you are being regularly shared between both men.

and you fucking love it.

soobin and kai aren’t new to the concept of sharing; they share video games, snacks, their passwords to anime sites, even some secret hentai links, all their usual favorite things; and now, their newest favorite thing to share is you, apparently.

it’s not uncommon anymore to be spending a night in with your boyfriend and have soobin come join; leaning back against kai’s chest while he tweaks your nipples as soobin languidly eats your pussy. or to be sandwiched between them in the shower, kai’s cock thrusting into you from behind as you hold onto soobin’s shoulder for support with one hand, the other jerking him off as your tongues tangle together. or when they’re busy playing video games and have you take turns cockwarming them — warm mouth wrapped around whoever isn’t buried inside you. later they reward you for being such a good girl when they’ve got you spitroasted on their cocks, your big strong men giving it to you so good, filling both your pretty holes on each end until your eyes are rolling back and your body is shaking. and who knows….

maybe they’ll reward you even better next time by filling all three.

#ask mj ♡#mj’s hard thoughts #txt #txt x reader #txt hard thoughts #txt thoughts #txt smut #soobin #soobin x reader #soobin hard thoughts #soobin thoughts #soobin smut #huening kai #huening kai x reader #huening kai hard thoughts #huening kai thoughts #huening kai smut #taegimood #nonnie 🖇️!

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seungisms · 1 year

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🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 … 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving), overstimulation, edging, use of sex toys, slight humiliation kink with minho and jisung idc it’s hot

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: been extremely feral over the thought of dom!jisung recently so you guys are just gonna have to deal with that until he gives back my sanity ! also, half of skz are soft af in this and the other half *cough* seungmin and minho *cough* are the biggest meanies ever so beware :( reblog for a kiss, feedback much appreciated!

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

such a softie :( gets a little carried away though and often finds himself pounding into your pussy so hard until you’re a sobbing mess beneath him - no thoughts swirling around in that pretty head of yours except finally finding your release on his dick. loves it so much that he’ll drag out your orgasm just so he gets to see those cute tears staining your cheeks. claims he doesn’t do it on purpose but the feeling of his cock twitching against your plush walls begged to differ 🥺 however in his softer moods he’ll be sososo caring and attentive towards you. won’t notice your soft cries at first cause he’s too busy fucking up into your cunt, distracted by the feeling of your heat closing in around him. normally loves how vocal you are when he’s stretching you out nice and slow, but as soon as he catches a mere glimpse of those glassy eyes and that soft pout adoring your lips istg he’ll literally melt. will still deep inside you, ignoring the throbbing of his dick against your walls begging to continue fucking you into the bed - before kissing away the tears staining your cheeks - muttering the sweetest words against your heated skin. will literally refuse to continue until he knows you’re okay and even then he’ll be so slow and gentle with the rut of his hips, trying not to overstimulate your sensitive heat even further.

“oh baby, too much for you?”

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

literally so cruel! practically laps up the tears falling from your fucked out eyes and it’ll only encourage him to fuck into you even harder and deeper - loving the feel of your toes curling against his leg and the lazy hump of your hips eagerly meeting his own. always say you ‘look the prettiest when crying for his cock’ 🤒 very much into edging and will stretch you out with his fingers, fuck you with his tongue and drag his cock teasingly slow against your fluttering walls, bringing you to the brink of orgasm again and again before ripping it away from you just as you’re about to spill onto him - just so he gets to see the sight of your pretty eyes well up with tears. by the time he’s done with you he’ll have you covered in spit, cum and crying for release and he swears it’s his favourite sight. defiantly intends to fuck you so hard until you’re crying each and every time, he gets such a kick out of it and won’t hesitate to mock you for your cute whimpers, but there’s no denying he absolutely loves it. will make you clean up his cum afterwards cause he finds the humiliation that washes over your face soso funny, the dried tear stains on your skin and the sight of your tongue lapping up his cum being all he can focus on.

“look at you, so cute. i know you can take more.”

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

very much a switch but when he’s domming you then you bet your ass he’s gonna be domming you hard. sometimes forgets how small your pussy is compared to his cock and absolutely loses his mind every time he sinks into you - the stinging stretch of your cunt fitting snugly around him making you cry out against his flushed skin. soso proud of himself that he’s able to fuck you so well that you’re practically limp on top of him, your sobs only getting louder as he continued to thrust up into you - desperation sinking into every fibre of your being while your nails tugged on his dark locks, the sounds of your wetness coating his dick with every rut of his hips almost making you hide your face away in his neck from humiliation if you weren’t so focused on finally creaming on his thick cock. your little whimpers gets him off so much and will only tip him over the edge of filling you pretty pussy up with his cum, the warmth of it coaxing one last whine from your lips. will do a complete 180 once he finally slips out of you and be so attentive and caring, letting you slump in his strong arms before kissing away your tears and telling you how well you done for him !!

“so pretty when you cry.”

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

another meanie the gets such a kick out of your tears. thinks your clit looks prettiest when it’s all puffy and sensitive, overstimulating you until you’re on the brink of tears and will work your pussy until he gets to see those very tears run down your cheeks in the cutest possible way. can promise you rn this man will coax those sobs out of you until you have no more to give, spent and completely fucked out in every possible way. also the most condescending asshole ever - even when he’s working your wet cunt with his lips he’ll still be soso mouthy !! leaves long, fat licks up your pussy lips as you lazily buck your hips up - blubbering something about not being able to handle anymore but you’re still tangling your fingers in his hair and pushing his head even further between your spread legs. lets out the most obscene groan ever against your heat when he catches sight of your glassy eyes, mouth still busy sucking on your slit and there’s spit and cum everywhere and he swears he could die right here with his head buried between your plush thighs and he’d go a happy man. big fan of continuing to overwork your cunt once you finally cum, spitting onto the swollen folds and fucking his salvia into you with his long fingers, tongue going back to sucking on your nub just so he gets to hear those cute cries some more. defiantly the type to hump the bed while eating you out, your tears doing nothing but making him want to finally bury his cock into you - but he’ll always make you work for it first.

“look at those pretty tears, tell me you deserve to cum and i’ll think about it.”

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

normally the one to be crying during sex cause he’s just such a brat and challenges you so much in bed - to the point where he gets too in over his head and before he knows it he’s laying fucked out on the bed with your hand working his throbbing cock that’s been edged more times than he could count, crying out that he’s sorry :( so to say he’ll be so goddamn smug when he finally makes you cry is an understatement. such a big sucker for fucking you in public and likes the humiliation that takes over your pretty face when you have to show your face again and talk to everyone as if you weren’t just getting railed and filled with cum moments ago. felt especially mean one night while you were both out for dinner with the rest of the boys, getting fed up with your teasing and fleeting touches to his clothed cock. has no problem pulling you into the fancy ass restroom and bending you over the sink, knowing full well everyone that walked past could hear your pretty little cries for release as he drove his dick into you. says shit like ‘you think that was funny huh? that little stunt you pulled out there? sure aren’t laughing now.’ tugs your hair back and forces you to meet his eyes in the reflection of the mirror just above the sink counter he was currently fucking you over. this man literally feels himself swell up even more inside of you at the sight of you trying to keep your tears from spilling over onto your cheeks - only for them to do so when he ruts against you even deeper, your plush walls hugging his cock so nice and tight as his hips stutter against your ass. becomes such a cheeky shit once he fills you full of his cum and in future will do all in his power to make you cry more often during sex (9.5/10 chance hell end up being the one with tears in his eyes though <333)

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

overstimulation king but in the softest possible way!! will coax orgasm after orgasm out of you no matter how fucked out you claimed to be - despite covering his fingers, tongue and cock in your cum each and every time. the type to be like ‘are you okay sweetheart? i’m not going too hard on you am i? 🥺’ once he notices your tears, as if he didn’t have his fingers buried knuckle deep in your pussy. desperately wants to be the soft and caring boyfriend everyone views him as but he really does get such a kick out of your cries. will kiss your tears away while muttering ‘almost there baby’ and ‘just hold on a little longer’ - this mf will literally coo down at you as you continue to blubber beneath him, his cock reaching the deepest parts of your cunt with every thrust he inflicted onto you. no matter how much he likes to make you sob on his dick he’ll still be so attentive to you, kissing your wet cheeks while cumming deep inside of you and squeezing your hand in his oh so affectionally once you recover from the dicking down he just gave you. grins down at you with the prettiest smile ever and in that moment you find it hard to believe that this man, this literal angel, was just tormenting your abused cunt for hours on end just so he could see the sight of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. crying during sex will be a rare occurrence with felix but ask this man what his favourite sight is and he’ll answer without even thinking: you covered in cum that he couldn’t even tell was his or yours, sobbing beneath him yet still begging for his dick. probably has a few polaroids of you in this exact position <3

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

pls he’ll mock you so much if you show even the slightest hint of breaking down during sex. gets off on it so much though and defiantly becomes one of his main goals while working you on his dick. degrades the fuck out of you, will say shit like ‘aw is my pretty baby gonna cry? haven’t even given you my cock yet and i’ve already turned you into a little crybaby slut’ while fucking you knuckle deep, curling his fingers against your pussy walls while pressing the pad of his thumb hard down on your clit - the throbbing feeling of being oh so close to cumming eating away yet again, already losing count of how many times this night he dragged out your orgasm just to rip it away from you at the very last minute. loves seeing those cute little tears of yours while pressing one of your pretty pink vibrators into you, filling you up so nicely but not being enough for you to actually finally spill. hovers over you with such a mean grin on his face, watching the tears trail down your frustrated face - chest heaving as the vibrations of the toy stimulated your cunt. definitely calls you a ‘cute dumb whore’ once a loud cry rips out against your throat when he suddenly pulls the toy from you, hips following the movement and slipping into you just as your pussy missed the feeling of being full for a split second. this mf would laugh straight in your face at the sound of your pathetic whimpers if he wasn’t so focused on the feeling of your heat closing in around him. makes sure you feel the curve of his cock kissing against your womb with slow, deep thrusts - filling you with a warmth that some useless plastic dick couldn’t provide. defiantly one of his favourite sights and he’ll be sure to fuck those tears out of you each and every time no matter how much you fight to hold them back, he’s so mean istg :(

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

he doesn’t mean to make you cry, he swears !! he just gets so carried away from the pretty view of you on your knees before him, sparkling eyes spilling over with tears while he fucks into your mouth - hips rutting forward to feed his cock down your warm throat and you were just as eagerly sucking him in like the good girl you are for him. how was he not supposed to lose it? >:( tried to be so soft with you to begin with but as soon as he feels your tongue licking up his shaft before pressing it hard down against his the slit of his tip he fucking loses it. tangles his fingers in your hair and pushes your head down deeper onto his dick until your nose was practically pressed against the trimmed patch of hair above his cock - chuckles through his nose as he watches you struggle to breath but continue to sick him off. defiantly will cock train your mouth a lot and claims its to work on your gag reflex - but really he just likes to see you choke around him with tears and mascara staining your face. the type to brush his thumb under your eye to catch a stray tear so softly, as if he wasn’t currently fucking your throat with no mercy. also really likes the little cries and whines you make around him, the sound pounding around his cock and only encouraging him to grind his hips into you even deeper. defiantly the type to bring it up in future just to see the cute little flush that takes over your face (also, he likes bragging to the other guys that he fucks you so well that you end up sobbing on his dick but he’ll never tell you that)

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starneteyam · 1 year

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i absolutely love your writing so much, i always enjoy reading your works 🫶🏻. do you think you could do an established relationship!neteyam x reader drabble where the reader gets kidnapped bu quaritch and his men and neteyam gets on protective bf mode when he finds out and saves the reader (like that one scene with neteyam and his bow and arrow). and when him and the reader reunite neteyam's frantic to make sure reader's okay and they just shut him up by tightly clinging onto him to which he holds them just as tight, just a fluffy and intimate ending 💗💗 thank you!!

KIDNAPPED ★

🖇️ char. Neteyam x Omaticayan! Fem! Reader

🖇️ warn. Mental torture, kidnapping, angst

🎥 In which you get kidnapped by Quatrich, and Neteyam is desperate to get you back

A/N I literally wrote this whole thing but when I saved it as a draft, it got deleted 😭😭 It’s a little angsty tbh, hope you like it!!

Everything happened so quickly. One minute, you were roaming the forest with Lo’ak, Kiri, Tuk, and Spider, and the next, you were being suffocated in the arms of an avatar. When you woke up, you were in a room you didn’t recognize, the white walls and white lights blinding you. You tried to get up, but realized you were bounded to a metal chair, with green panels surrounding you. “You’re awake.” You heard, the female voice echoing throughout the room.

You looked around as you eyes adjusted to the lighting, and was able to now see the Sky People surrounding you, all in lab coats or military clothing. As you had started to recall the events, you grit your teeth, trying to force yourself out of the metal binds. You hissed at them, baring your teeth and showing zero compliance. “Hey, hey now.” Quatrich said, walking over to you. Your free tail whipped towards him and smacked him, and he stepped back.

“Don’t make this hard, girlie. It’s either you tell us where Jake Sully is, and take the easy way, or you don’t, and you die.” He said menacingly, but you didn’t waver, hissing at him once more. For Neteyam, you would die in this chair, and so would your secrets.

Neteyam felt the same about you. Though, he was able to save his siblings, he couldn’t help but notice that Spider and you were gone. He grabbed Lo’ak by the shoulders. “Where’s my mate, Lo’ak?” He asked desperately, and Lo’ak ears pressed flat against his head. “They took her.” Kiri answered for him, her voice cracking as she said so. She looked at her dad with tear filled eyes. “Spider, too. They took them!” She weeped, and Neteyam could hear his heart breaking in his ears.

His breaths became patterned, his tail swinging wildly, ears flickering to show that he was currently in a spin of emotions. He was alarmed and confused, and scared. Just a few days ago, you had become his mate officially, and yet, here you were, out of reach and in the hands of danger. Neytiri hugged her son tightly, reassuring him. “She is the next Tsahik, she is closer to Eywa than any of us. She will be protected.” She tried to comfort him, but all Neteyam could think about was you.

The Sullys had moved to Awa’atlu, and Neteyam didn’t know what to do. He was opposed to leaving the forest, at first; of leaving you, but he had no choice. He didn’t know if you were dead or alive, or if he would ever see you again. He so desperately missed your touch, and the way you would look at him with nothing but love, or how you would mumble his name and pronounce each syllable properly.

Ne-te-yam.

Calmly and with that soft voice of yours. He missed you.

You had been on the ship with the Sky People, locked in a room and only taken out for interrogation because you opposed to complying at all. Spider, as you heard was kidnapped with you, was complying with them. You didn’t know the full story because you were in a cell the whole time, but you couldn’t help but feel disappointed of him.

Weeks had passed, and you didn’t know if it was because you were starving, but the air had started to smell like saltwater. You face was covered in dried blood from constant nosebleeds during interrogation. The machine they used on you worked very slowly because you were Na’vi, and had a different brain structure — you were too advanced for the machine to figure you out. You had bruises from low iron deficiency, you would constantly throw up from the little food they fed you, and you could barely stand from how drained you were, both mentally and physically.

You begged them to let you go, that they were just wasting their time and that Spider would help them anyways — but they didn’t. You just wanted to be back in Neteyam’s safe arms, but you knew that the only ticket out of this hellhole was by leaking everything; and you would rather die than do that, so you stayed silent and shoved your selfishness down.

You knew something was happening the second the ship you were in rocked heavily, as if it had run into something. Then, gunfire. You didn’t know wether to feel relieved or horrified. Were you being attacked or rescued? Staying silent as you listened to the muffled screams and gunfire, being swayed violently, and then, metal cracking apart.

You heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach as you realized that the ship was sinking. Every nerve in your body was panicking as you slammed your shoulder against the heavy metal door, banging on it and begging somebody to open. “Please! Somebody!” Your heart only started pounding harder when the tiny vent on the floor started flooding with water, rising quickly.

Neteyam jumped out of the sea, his eyes locked on Lo’ak, Tuk, and Tsireya, who were tied up on the ship. “Neteyam!” Tuk called, relieved to see her brother. “Ma Neteyam,” Tsireya called as he started cutting Tuk’s binds, “The dreamwalkers were talking about a Na’vi girl, saying she is locked downstairs.” Neteyam’s ears pressed flat against his head as he immediately recognized who she was talking about. “Thank you. Get Tuk out of here.” He ordered.

“Bro, hurry up!” Lo’ak ushered. “You go get Spider.” He told his little brother as he cut his binds, before rushing towards the stairs. “Bro! Where’re you going?” Lo’ak yelled. “To get her!” His heart was pounding in his ears, and every nerve was spiraling through his body. Knowing that you were there, alive, made his throat tighten. He missed you, and all these months, knowing that you were stuck in that small room made him want to beat himself up.

He ran through the halls, water at ankle level as the red lights from the alarms nearly blinded him. Water splashed violently as he ran from door to door, opening each one but not being able to find you. He entered an open space, seeing multiple electrical instruments and a chair with metal binds, and his heart dropped when he saw dried blood on it. He entered a different hallway, and his ears perched when he heard faint echoed bangs of a metal door.

His breaths were heavy as he arrived at the door, seeing that there was no handle and only an electrical panel that seemed to be a lock for the door. He grabbed his bow with both hands, before smashing the end of it on the electrical panel, continuously bashing it until it popped and sizzled, eventually falling off. The door cracked open, a body falling on the floor as if it had been leaning against it. His pupils dilated as he looked at you for the first time in forever.

You looked up at him, your lips parting open as you gasped. “Ma Neteyam.” You whispered.

Ne-te-yam.

It was really you. He fell on his knees as he took no time embracing you, a hand cupping the back of your head as he closed his eyes, breathing heavily as he felt you fit into his body like the puzzle piece that had been missing. You barely had the strength to hug him back, body limp against him as you leaned into him. He pulled away, both hands cupping your face as he quickly scanned you.

His eyebrows furrowed after seeing the dried blood covering your face, along with the tiny cuts and bruises. “What have they done to you, my love?” He mumbled, voice wavering. “Neteyam.” You could only say, tears welling your eyes. You only now realized how much you had longed to see him. “Are you alright? What- What did they do?” He frantically asked, searching your body. He was taken aback when you suddenly hugged him once more.

“I missed you, Neteyam.” You ignored his questions, and he dismissed his own, burying his face into your shoulder. “I missed you more. Don’t ever leave my side.” He whispered.

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☆ 🖇️ 𖥻 ＜꒱

— 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

pairing: art school! hyunjin x fem! reader (+felix)

genre: light enemies to lovers, love at first sight, angst, smut, barista (y/n).

warnings: profanity, jealousy, mature themes, chainsmoker hyunjin, unprotected sex, mentions of death (very brief).

word count: 4.6k

🏷 : @ughbehavior ty sm for your help! 🤍

i. 08:43am

Hyunjin was contemplating murder.

“You’re holding up the line, hotshot,” he deadpanned, burning holes in the dude’s back.

Awful pick up line cut in half, the man of the hour turned around, eyeing Hyunjin’s stoic face.

Well, not so much eyeing, all things considered. More like looking up, intimidation failing to quite…reach. Hyunjin wasn’t the tallest of men, standing at 5’ 10’’, but this guy was a fucking joke.

You couldn’t seriously be entertaining him.

Hyunjin grinned down at him, honeycomb hair falling in his eyes. “Scutter along, playboy.”

The man was too stunned to speak, grabbing his drink and fucking off to wherever he’d come from. Fucking finally.

You weren’t amused, to say the least, but then again, you never were when it came to him. Instead, you glared. Hard.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he smiled warmly at you, hands resting against the counter, arms flexing.

Your gaze dropped to the veins popping through his skin. You blinked, once, twice—ah, there it was, Hyunjin thought.

That rosy blush that painted your cheeks every time he did that—it made him weak inside. He wanted to see you blush for him, but in a different setting entirely.

Specifically, under him—

“What can I get you, Hyunjin? Surely you don’t come just to scare away my customers,” you snarled, wiping the espresso machine.

He ignored your little comment. “And, surely, you, my angel, know my order by now.”

He noticed the way your breath caught at the pet name, enjoying watching you make his coffee, flustered, avoiding his stare.

It had started as harmless teasing; freshman Hyunjin had walked into this small coffee shop, craving an iced americano, sketchbook in hand, excited about starting art school.

And then you’d turned around, and— well. Well. Hyunjin had never been in love, but he was pretty sure that was fucking it. You’d ruined him for any other person.

Too bad you hated his fucking existence. He’d tried his best everyday, to be soft, to tone down that damn sarcasm that always got him in trouble. He left you generous tips, came to hang out after or in between classes, sketching away as he stole glances at you.

You had called him a stalker, and he’d laughed in your face.

“A psychopath, then,” you’d claimed.

“Only for you, sweetheart. Why don’t you tell me your name?”

“Fuck off.”

He’d smirked at you, arms crossing over his chest. “I’ll take my time breaking you, angel.”

“I’d like to see you try, pretty boy.”

So he did. And, fuck, has it been fun, because he could see, underneath the tough exterior, and adorable mean faces, you secretly loved it. The attention he gave you, his overprotective ness of you, how jealous he’d get when boys would try to flirt with you.

You knew, deep down—you belonged with him. You did ever since he found you, almost two years ago.

Hyunjin carried himself with a sort of elegant arrogance; popularity had come to him easy. His talent was unmatchable—a product of numerous hours of hard work; acrylics, oils, coal, he’d practiced it all, and he can’t not admit that it had been lonely, locked inside a room, thoughts turned into color, painting becoming an undistinguishable extension of him.

Had the brushes and the pencils, and the papers not been there, he wouldn’t have survived. Perhaps, some thought that to be an over exaggeration , but there had been nothing else for him, except this.

The smell of graphite, the hard callouses whispering of softwood—blank, textured paper waiting to be filled. All he’s known.

And then you. His coffee shop girl.

ii. 15:31pm

“Put that out, it’s disgusting,” you commented, picking up after a table that had just left.

Hyunjin sat by the door, smoking, sipping on his coffee. Sun out, and a pleasant wind blowing, his sketchbook lay open on the pavement.

“What do I get if I do?” He dared, turning to you.

You had a beautiful neck, he’d always thought so. Sometimes he thought you did it on purpose; clipping your hair away, exposing it. He wanted to leave open mouthed kisses along the side, just below your ear, traveling down to your collarbone—

Hyunjin looked away, tongue licking against the inside of his cheek, and took a drag of his cigarette.

You mused over his question, tray in hand. “I don’t know, a longer life span, maybe?” You said sarcastically.

He hummed, chuckling. “Tempting as it is, sweetheart, I’ll pass.”

You raised your eyebrows, taking him in. Mid length, soft looking hair, sunglasses hiding, what you know to be dark brown eyes, an oversized t-shirt, and blue jeans, with black vans. Rings adorning long fingers.

Picture perfect boyfriend material.

And yet, he got on your last nerve every time he opened his mouth. You couldn’t figure out what it was, exactly—maybe the relentless flirting, or the smugness of him. But it was a shame, because he—

Well, he was fucking hot.

You shook your head, denying your own thoughts.

“Suit yourself, prince. That’s just what I think,” you went to pass by him, to go inside, but his hand shot out to stop you, grabbing your wrist.

You gasped, trying to balance the tray in your palm again, and looked down at him angrily.

“Are you fucking crazy, Hyunjin? All these glasses could’ve smashed on your head!”

He smiled at that, moving his sunglasses to the top of his head, squinting up at you. His hand was warm against your skin.

Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it—

“I would, for you,” he said. “Quit. I would do it for you.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you went to pull away from his grasp. He let you, that same smile staying on his full lips.

Your heart skipped several beats, bewildered. He confused the hell out of you, with his pet names, and longing looks. But you couldn’t ignore your mind, telling you what a bad idea it was to let such a person in.

He’d ruin you. There was no getting over someone like Hwang Hyunjin, that you were sure of.

Later, when he brought his empty coffee mug inside, he left a piece of paper underneath it.

Pretending to clean, you avoided him, making sure he was well gone before taking a peak at what it was.

A sketch of you—of your profile, more like, pouring a shot of espresso in a to go cup, colored in innocent pastel markers.

There your heart went again, betraying you. You looked around, before shoving the picture in your bag, dusting off your apron, awkwardly.

You hated Hwang Hyunjin. He was conceited, and pompous—he thought everything revolved around him. Talented, no question, but you wouldn’t fall for it.

You wouldn’t fall for him, period. You absolutely refused.

iii. 09:02am

Lee Felix would be your new coworker, your manager announced, and went back to his receipts.

“Train him good, yeah?”

You remained in your place behind the counter, broom in hand, staring at his blonde head and constellation freckles.

“Hi, (Y/N)!” He waved at you, beaming, as he grabbed an apron, and awaited instructions.

You knew Lee Felix—he was Hyunjin’s best friend, from what you’d gathered. At times, they’d walk in together, one iced americano, one strawberry smoothie, looking like they’d just jumped out of a magazine cover, and it would be very hard not to gape at them the whole time.

Felix was the extreme opposite of Hyunjin; this boy was made of the purest sunlight, the kindest customer you’ve ever had. He always asked how you were, and made small talk with you, as his friend scowled, and stared at you. Felix didn’t give borderline creepy vibes, unlike some—he was a genuinely sweet person, that always managed to make your day simply by smiling your way.

But—he hated coffee, always complained that the smell of it made him nauseous, so—what was he doing, working here?

You couldn’t help but be suspicious of his motives. You hoped it had nothing to do with a certain ‘I’d quit for you’ boy.

Not that everything had to do with him—

Ugh. Thinking of that interaction had your stomach doing backflips, and you weren’t certain if that was good or bad.

“Hey, star shine,” you gave him a small smile. “Ready to learn?”

He wasn’t horrible. He caught on fast, and tried his best, but the menu was long, and the recipes extensive, so it would take him a while no matter how bright he was. Not to mention working the espresso machine, something that had troubled you greatly—working with you he’d be okay, but if he ever was to open by himself... Suffice to say, you’d have your hands full for a bit.

Around lunch time, you made him his signature smoothie as a reward. Felix perked up at it, putting the straw between his lips, and chugging the entire thing.

“You’re the best,” he said, watching you prepare some pick up orders, back turned to the door.

“Eh… I’ve just worked here for too long,” you replied, simply, looking up when the little bell signaled a new customer.

“I got it! Hello, how—Hyun!”

Fuck. You put the Frappuccino’s in the cooler, filling plastic cups with ice. Anything to distract you.

“My two favorite people working together, huh?”

Felix laughed, leaning across the counter to greet his friend. You couldn’t help it, then, you caved.

Hyunjin was standing tall, and handsome, in his workshop overalls, paint all over them, a white t-shirt underneath, hair away from his face, in a half bun.

You nearly gave in. No person should be allowed to look that effortlessly good, especially when that person was supposed to be the enemy.

But why? Why did he have to be? Sure, he had a big ego, and rattled your nerves incessantly, but—that surely wasn’t reason enough?

You realized then, there was no justifiable cause for your hatred towards him. You just convinced yourself to dislike him, shoving him in a box and keeping him there, just cause of a smart comment he’d made when he first met you.

That was years ago.

Your heart told you it wouldn’t be for long. You can only deny the truth for so long.

Fuck.

iv. 18:10pm

Locking the shop, you threw the keys in your bag, turning to walk to the bus station.

You would’ve done exactly so, if you hadn’t noticed Hyunjin sitting on the stairs outside his school, cigarette in hand, sketching away. Normally, you’d leave him to it—many evenings he sat there, in his own world.

But today, he looked upset.

It’s none of my business—

But what if he needs someone?

Felix had classes, where is he at?

Sighing, you clenched your bag closer to your body, and crossed the street. You closed the distance between you, careful not to scare him, and even then you second guessed yourself.

You weren’t entirely sure why you felt responsible to fix his mood. But Hyunjin was rarely so visibly distressed, in all the time you knew him. He’d fake anger, sure, when he kicked male customers out with his snarky comments, and mean looks, but you’d never seen him this closed up.

You silently sat down next to him, peaking at his sketchbook. He was outlining the wings of a very intricate butterfly, tobacco ashes smudging the page.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he murmured, not once lifting his head.

“Hey…” you trailed off, not really knowing what to say. “What are you doing?”

He brought the cigarette to his lips, hair sheltering his face. His pencil continued its way to the main body of the butterfly, slightly shading the edges of the wings.

“Making a gift.”

A gift? You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “It looks pretty.”

He exhaled through his nose, smoke coming out of his nostrils. Then, he finally tilted his head towards you, face supported by his hand.

Your mouth opened, and closed. Hyunjin was sad—the kind that withered flowers, brought clouds, and caused rain.

You did not like seeing him like this, at all. You’d much prefer the cocky boy that was obsessed with bitter coffee, if that meant he got to keep smiling.

Perhaps, you cared about Hwang Hyunjin more than you let on. Perhaps, that terrified you.

“Why are you here, angel? Thought you hated me,” he said, putting the cigarette butt out.

“Yeah, I thought so too.”

He stared at you, unblinking, and then moved ever so slightly, ever so slowly—

He kissed you.

And it was many things, but his lips tasted like smoke and mint, his lips were soft and plumb against yours—he kissed you like he didn’t mean to, but couldn’t help himself, guarded and yet entirely at your mercy.

You kissed back. And you understood, then—you’ve always loved him.

Always dreaded him.

It very much felt like hate.

His hands cupped your cheeks, softly caressing the skin with his thumbs, his hair tickling you, his breath mixing with your own. You fall, and fall, fall fall fall, leaning deeper into the kiss, into him, and he lets you, guides you, opens the door greeting you warmly—

This is what I’ve been feeling for you. This is what I feel, and for the longest time I thought you felt nothing.

You pulled back, getting up suddenly. Losing your footing, you almost collapse on top of him, but he holds you up by your arm. You’re panting, denying, denying, denying, scared, fucking shaking, because—

What if you lost him? What if it ended? You’d build your walls up, keeping him out for this exact reason.

No one gets over someone like Hwang Hyunjin.

You had caved in, and you had lost already.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” you told him, overwhelmed, panicking.

He looked at you from his place at the stairs, unmoving, quiet.

“You shouldn’t have—you—I,” you took a deep breath, willing your thoughts to make sense, “I hate you, I—I’m sorry, I just wanted to see if you’re alright.”

Hyunjin took his time closing his sketchbook, while you stumbled over your words. He took out his lighter, lighting what would be the last cigarette of his pack, taking a long drag of it, meanwhile never taking his eyes off of your embarrassed figure.

You were blushing profusely, looking at anything but him.

“I’m alright, sweetheart,” he finally replied. “Are you?”

You had to leave. “I’m sorry, I can’t—”

Hyunjin watched you go in a hurry. And even though, you freaked out and ran away from him, the fact that you kissed back made all the difference.

v. 08:35am

The next day, Felix opened with you, so he could begin to learn the routine of the morning shift.

Hyunjin didn’t come in, as he usually did on a Thursday. If Felix knew something, he didn’t say, instead focusing on grinding coffee beans, merrily humming to the song that played low throughout the shop.

After a rush—students getting their caffeine fix before classes started—it was just you and Felix again, wiping surfaces, and cutting cake slices for the display.

You had to ask. You had to ask, because it was killing you. You didn’t sleep a wink, instead running through the events of the stairs. You could still feel Hyunjin on your lips, even after washing your face, even when hours passed, and you lay wide awake on your twin sized bed, praying he would seep through your skin, at last, so you wouldn’t feel the ghost of him remaining.

“I have a question.” You braced for impact, thinking this would definitely get back to Hyunjin.

Felix threw an irresistible smile at you, waiting. “Shoot!”

You chewed on your lip, before breathing deeply. “I saw Hyunjin yesterday, by the stairs… Is—is he okay? He looked sad.”

Felix pursed his lips, and took a sip of his smoothie. “His mom’s one year death anniversary was yesterday.”

What? Oh my God. And you made it all about you, telling him you hated him, and disappearing on him after he took a risk kissing you!

You were a horrible person. If anything, you were the self absorbed one—you’d never asked, never cared—if he was okay, if he was having a good day. Yet, he always did.

In his own way. But he did, nonetheless.

“He never told you?”

You shook your head.

“I’m guessing he didn’t want you to pity him. He really likes you, you know.”

To that, you nodded, shamefully. “I do, too.”

Felix raised his eyebrows, smirking. “About damn time, no?”

“Now how about you tell him that?”

vi. 19:47pm

On Saturday, Hyunjin showed up just as you were about to close.

Dressed in jeans, and a band tee, hair wet falling across his forehead, he waited patiently by the door, while you gathered your stuff, lollipop hanging from his mouth.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said softly, as you moved past him.

Shop closed for the day, you two walked side by side, in comfortable silence. The sky was a thousand colors, and the weather was warm—life didn’t feel real, with him by you, like this.

“What’s with the lollipop?” You asked, trying hard not to look at him directly.

It was unfair to look that good sucking on candy.

“I quit smoking.”

‘I’d do it. For you.’

After everything, you couldn’t bring yourself to act as you did before, around him. It had seemed forever ago that your feelings for him were hostile.

You were incredibly ashamed of how you’d treated him. Everyone’s fighting a silent war, used to be something you’d tell yourself everyday, going through high school, but there you were, not giving the time of day to a guy that, if you were being totally honest, protected you from weirdo’s on the daily.

Challenged you, made your days interesting just by lightly teasing you. He never crossed a line, never insulted you.

“What’s that you got there?” He asked you, changing the subject, looking at the bag you were carrying.

You looked at it, too, remembering it was there. “Oh! Strawberry cake. It came fresh today, and I wanted to try it.”

You both looked up at the same time, eyes locking.

“Angel…” he seemed in a trance, time stopping.

Angel. Before, you’d roll your eyes, call bullshit. Today, where you stood, that word coming from his lips was heavenly.

You wished for nothing more but to hear him say it again.

Hyunjin cursed, arm reaching out to get your hand in his.

“We need to talk. Can I take you to my studio, sweetheart?”

Too caught up in his beauty to form words, you nodded, stupidly.

He smiled at you. A real, genuine smile. All for you.

vii. 20:05pm

His studio was utterly and uniquely him.

One huge room, half of it dedicated to art, filled with half finished canvases, and art supplies, backdrops hanging from the ceiling, projects piling on a desk on the far end of the window wall with the stained glass.

The other half a normal kitchen and living room, the two separated by a table counter. The mess appeared almost purposeful. The apartment wasn’t dirty, it was just—

The mind of an artist. Chaos.

“Amused by my inability to clean?” He joked, studying you taking in his space.

You scrunched your face, biting your lip. “It’s not that. This…makes sense.”

He chuckled, leading you by the hand to his couch.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He brought spoons, and the two of dug into the cake, the fresh, ripe strawberries melting in your mouth. You moaned, excited to be eating something sweet after a long day at work.

Sharing cake with Hyunjin, at his house of all places. This was something out of your wildest dreams, and yet, it all felt a little too normal.

After all, this is a guy you’ve been seeing almost every single day for the past two years of your life. You’ve served him countless coffees, watched him sketch for hours—he’d even walked you to the bus station one time, worried a creep that had been flirting with you a little too aggressively, would try something.

In the moment, you never really realized, but in retrospect, you and Hyunjin had been together a lot.

Never this close, though. And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel different, this time, more personal.

You were sure your feelings were painted on your face, and surprisingly, you didn’t particularly care. You wanted it to happen. You didn’t want to keep hiding behind your finger, anymore.

“I owe you an apology. I’ve been nothing but a bitch to you.”

Hyunjin shook his head. “Don’t say that about yourself, angel. I came on too hard, and freaked you out.”

You turned to face him completely. He looked so calm, so content. How had you never seen it before?

Why had you been so adamant on pushing him away?

“No. I was still wrong. Let me do this—”

“(Y/N), please—”

“Hyunjin!” You sighed, exasperated. “This is why we fight. Because you’re so hardheaded!”

He laughed, then, hands reaching out to grab your face. You froze, astute.

“We don’t fight, angel. We bicker. I love bickering with you.”

His mouth attacked yours, pushing you down on the couch. Your back hitting the pillows, you circled your arms around his neck, hands caressing the nape of it.

It was like a fire lit between you, engulfing you both in its flames. Your whole chest was burning with the need to feel him closer, to touch him.

“Angel,” he whispered against your lips. Your eyelashes fluttered, the desire to kiss him again too strong.

“Tell me. Before I continue, tell me,” he pushed the hair out of of your face, lovingly, eyes gazing deep into yours, “if you feel the same. I’ve been hooked on you, sweetheart. Ever since I met you.”

You were about to tell him the scariest three words you’ve ever said—but he had to know. It was overdue, it was necessary he knew.

You touched his cheek, leaving a kiss on the edge of his mouth. He followed your movements like his life depended on them—on you.

“I love you,” you whispered.

The way his eyes lit up, that rare, addictive warmth of his that you’ve only witnessed a handful of times—you would never get enough of his happiness. It was such a whole experience, so very precious.

“Took you fucking long enough, my sweet girl.” He picked you up, wrapping his arms around you in the most delicious way, bringing you on his lap.

You could feel every inch of him—your hunger grew ferocious.

His eyes scanned your face, silently asking for consent, his hands at the hem of your shirt. You kissed him, instead, guiding his hands underneath.

He wasted no time getting you both naked, unhooking your bra, his tongue trailing down from your mouth to your breasts, fingers toying with your nipples.

“Fuck, angel, you’ve no idea how many times I’ve thought about this...”

His other hand moved down, unzipping your jeans, getting lost in your thighs. When he cupped your cunt, you were soaked.

“Goddamn, (Y/N),” his mouth devoured yours, crazy with want, cock painfully hard.

Pausing to remove your pants, you straddled him once again, running your hands over his firm arms, mouth moving to his neck, sucking on it. He groaned, his fingers finding your wetness, rubbing slow circles on your clit.

“Fuck… Hyunjin…”

“Tell me what you need,” he pressed his forehead against yours, your scents becoming one.

You, you, you, everywhere, always—

You moved against his fingers, rubbing yourself on him. The idea of you, doing this with him. It was absurd.

Nothing had felt more right.

All of your senses were wide awake, so entirely consumed by him, and his hands, his breath, his clean scent, the sweat forming, the way his hair fell in his eyes—

His eyes. The way they stared you down, feral, growing darker by the minute. The sounds that escaped your mouth were sinful, and he could absolutely not fucking take it anymore, he’s waited long enough, has wished for this, for you, in any way he could have you, take you, make you his.

His moans were a guttural sound, coming from the back of his throat. You put your hands on his chest, feeling the vibration of them, moving upwards, fingers wrapping around his neck, his head falling back.

He was the angel. He looked unreal, his naked body clenching, his movements never faulting, carrying you through an intense orgasm.

There were no words to describe—all of the buried emotions you refused to accept, they were all bubbling up, spilling out of you, destroying you, and Hyunjin was picking up the pieces.

“I need to be inside you, angel. Please.” Never breaking eye contact, he flipped you, positioning you underneath him, while he stood, one knee between your legs, arm extended over you, holding the back of the couch.

He stayed like that for a moment, just drinking you in, sprawled out, in his house, ready for him. He thanked whatever God granted him such joy, for he had dreamed of this many times.

You, wanting him back. His coffee girl embracing him, trusting him.

The moment he entered you, you both clang to one another, the feeling of his stretching you alone, overwhelming. His mouth against your ear, his heavy breathing scorching. You dug your nails in his back, moving with him.

“Fuck, (Y/N)…” His thrusts were slow, savoring, learning the ways you responded to him.

“Please, Hyunjin, please…”

Hyunjin watched you come apart, your broken moans music to his ears, a melody he’d like to memorize by heart. The way your body synchronized with his, your open mouth, head thrown back, unraveling before him—

“My beautiful girl…never leaving you—never allowed to leave me.”

A symphony. Heaven.

You made love like that, time no longer a concept, exploring each other, until you both came undone, shuddering, breathless, tightly enveloping.

A kiss on your forehead, and a silent question.

Will you stay?

You did; you stayed. You and Hyunjin talked till the early hours of the next morning, hands clasped together, hearts whispering, connected.

I found you.

I’m with you, now.

viii. 05:04am

“I’m sorry about your mom,” you mumbled against his chest, half asleep.

He froze, momentarily, a deep sigh escaping his red lips, fingers drawing circles on your naked back.

“She had to go,” he replied quietly. “That’s what she told me. The cancer was eating her alive.”

Your head rose to meet his eyes, your chest heavy. He looked calm, if not a little tired. He gave you a soft smile, his eyes forming crescent moons, promising you he was okay.

“It was just me and her, but I guess that’s why she introduced me to painting. So I wouldn’t be alone.”

“She liked butterflies.”

You laid back down, burying your face in the crook of his neck, in fear of him noticing the tears in your eyes. He felt them, anyway.

You would never forgive yourself for telling him you hated him. You never did. Hate him.

You hated the way he made you feel.

You would never be able to get over Hwang Hyunjin.

That was fine with you, as long as you got to love him, first.

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🖇️. YANDERE USHIJIMA X FEMALE!READER

I want to go home.

I don't wanna be here.

It's exactly have been one year and 27 days since I've been kidnapped and taken away from my future fiancé and my family. I tried escaping, four times to be exact but I never turned out well.

The even harder reason to escape was because Ushijima was apart of a Mafia with multiple bodyguards around this huge mansion.

I had a hunch that Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, and Kageyama Tobio We're also apart of the mafia who live here. Along with maybe Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, and Akaashi.

The third time I attempted to escape, Ushijima's guards caught me and Ushijima came up to me and said.

"Try to escape again, I will kill somebody close to you. And we wouldn't want that now and we?"

He threatened and walked away as his guards took me back to my room.

That bastard was bluffing.

Two more weeks go by, I had made another attempt to escape this time, I'm going out my window. There was multiple locks on it but I was somehow able to break it off.

Just went I was about to climb out, I felt somebody grabbed my hair. I let out a small yelped as I felt somebody pulling me back.

"What did I tell you what would fucking happen the next time you would try and escape?"

I gasped as Ushijima grip got harder, he was stronger than me after all.

"N-no...you don't u-understand. I was...I was getting fresh air."

Ushijima got closer and whispered in my ear.

"Bullshit Y/n. I know you don't love me but sooner or later you WILL love me."

Ushijima let go of my hair and grabbed me by wrist and dragged me down the stairs into the dark and badly smell basement.

"W-why..."

Ushijima turned on the light, to reveal one of my

closest friend I've known for 17 years: Hinata shoyo. He was tided up in the corner blindfolded and a gag in his mouth.

"S-shoyo..."

Hinata looked up at me, his eyes were covered but I could tell he was scared. Hinata was shaking, a few cuts on his legs.

"What did you do to him..."

"I didn't do anything...yet. Beside this is your fault. I told you next time you try to escape, I would kill somebody. I knew sooner or later you would try to make another failed attempt at escape..."

I gulped, my hands now starting to shake.

"W-Wakatoshi....you don't have to do this. Come on, Hinata has nothing to d-do with this. Leave him out of this, you can punish me all you want! I-I'll obey.."

I stuttered through my words as tears slowly start slipping out of my eyes.

Ushijima stared at me with me with his blank emotion.

"I gave you multiple warnings. Yet you continue to disobey, and go against my rules-"

"THAN I'LL STARTS OBEYING YOU" I yelled out.

"Please Wakatoshi, don't kill him." I whispered.

My head fell down in shame as I'm the reason why Hinata was down here in the basement while there's a 50% chance that they he may or may not die depending on Ushijima's mood.

"Hm. I guess I could spare him."

I looked up as Ushijima.

"Y-you will?"

"Yes, next time you try to escape, something much worst with happen got it?"

I gulped as I shook my head yes. Ushijima called his guards to take Hinata out of the ropes and removed the blindfolded and gag.

"Y/n..." Hinata whispers

"S-Sho..." I sighed as I looked at the bruises and cuts on his legs.

"Since hinata, knows I was responsible for him being here...he's going have to stay here." Ushijima says

"W-what?!" Hinata stuttered.

"You staying here would be better then me killing you isn't it Hinata? Anyways...You'll be in the care of Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, and Kageyama. They would love for you to be their pet."

Hinata gulps, as the guards walked him out of basement, probably taking him to Tsukishima's, Kageyama, and Yamaguchi's room.

Ushijima's grabs my hand and walks the both of us to Ushijima's huge bedroom. Ushijima's locked the door and looked over at me.

Ushijima's sat on the edge of the bed, he motioned for me to come over where he was at.

My throat went dry as I walked over to where he was sitting, standing in front of him.

"Get on your hands and knees."

I gulped as i obeyed what he said. I didn't want this but do I really want to go against him and risk one of my friends or one of my family members dying?

"Unzip my pants and start sucking."

As I said...I don't want this.

But...

What choice do I really have?

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu #yandere #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima x y/n

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lix-ables · 2 years

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. . # give me attention ˚ ₊ ✧

🖇️ pairing — hentai artist jisung x f.reader

🖇️ mdni, 18 + content.

PART I. | masterlist

🖇️ word count. 1.9k

🖇️ smut includes — switch!jisung + switch!reader, use of mirror (again yes) degradation (reader gets called slut, desperate, pathetic, etc + ji gets called desperate etc), perv!ji, slight oral fixation, teasing, cum swallowing, grinding, mentions of edging, slight sexting, slight mastrubation, dirty talk, mentions of lingerie kink and gagging, etc.

note. sigh. it's finally here. it took me a while to draft all the somewhat plot (??) and the other things, but it's FINALLY HERE. this fic has become my baby, please be kind to it, and show it some love. id appreciate it so much ‹3 enjoy reading bbs.

jisung couldn’t stop thinking about last week.

in fact it hadn’t left his mind and he refused to let it leave. it was his drug. rather it was you - the way you look for him, the way you’d dress up for him, just like that day. the day that he wished would happen again. oh, how he’d do anything to replay that over and over again. he thought it was funny, amusing actually, how you were willing to help him out, be his inspiration for his work - without a question of course.

he found himself texting you, in between his work, just as he was leaving the studio. just as jisung locked the door, his fingers flew across the keyboard, sending you a message about the last thing he had in mind - you.

jisung: baby

you: hii ji

jisung: hey baby

you: what’s upp

jisung: so im omw home, wrapping things up in the studio and

you: oh you’ll be home early?

you: want me to cook you something?

jisung: are you goin to be wearing that cute lacy apron when i get home?

jisung: with nothing under?

jisung: just you, that apron and that sweet piece of ass?

you: jii~

jisung: sorry sorry

jisung: anyway, i was having some thoughts angel and

you: uh huh

jisung: what do you think about

jisung: me using those new lingerie set

jisung: or rather you using them

jisung: the next time i fuck you?

you: babeeee

you: can’t you just come home and tell me?

jisung: well, i could

jisung: but i think i wanna imagine how you’re blushing

jisung: thinking about me being inside you

jisung: want me to fuck you on the counter, hm?

you: just get home, mister.

that full stop. either you were mad at his sudden outburst, or you were just turned on, and jisung really hoped it was the second.

with his mind sketching an image of you just laying in your shared bed, sprawled - with your fingers in buried inside you, your whines filling the whole apartment - he was dizzy. but he didn’t think he would actually see it happen in person, in front of him. you let him believe you were mad at him, for texting you something as filthy as that. but you should’ve known, jisung was the type to say anything whenever he wanted, not caring if it affected you or not, especially when it came to things like this.

so when jisung climbed up the stairs to your apartment, opened the door, his ears and the whole place was filled with the sounds of pants coming from somewhere inside - most probably the bedroom. finding the door slightly ajar, he smirks at the sight of you in his shirt, the material barely covering your frame, as your legs spread wider as the second passes.

when he watched your fingers pump in and out of your cunt, he was tempted to stay quiet, waiting for you to realise someone was watching you, he was tempted to bring out his dick, and stroke himself. he’s not going to let you have all the fun, and all by yourself? according to him, that was unacceptable.

pushing the door slightly apart, enough so he could see you and the way you played with yourself when he wasn’t around, jisung bit his lip. as much as he loved seeing you getting off to god knows what, secretly though, he wished it was the text he sent you. and as much as he wanted to see how far you’d go to tease yourself, to curl your fingers inside, he had the urge to interrupt you. he wanted you for himself now.

“how about you leave some fun for me hm?” he speaks up, pushing the door wide open, as he watches you sit up, pulling his shirt to cover your body, smiling innocently at him. “thought you could have a single orgasm before i got home, huh?”

the way jisung said single, the tone in which he said that especially, made your body tingle. a shy nod makes him lean against the doorframe, with his arms crossed at his chest. “just one? what if i gave you a couple more? finish what you started, baby. need you wet enough for me, okay? i want you to make a mess, a big one.”

“but ji, that’s embarrassing -” you start to say, moving your fingers faster at the sight of jisung standing by the doorframe, the way he looked at you making you almost let out a moan. when jisung texted you saying he wanted to see your panties in your mouth, while he was inside you, you had to admit - it got you so wet, but also you started getting shy in front of him as you thought about it - you didn’t realise it would become reality. you knew you were the kind of couple that would talk about anything and everything, but this - this unlocked something in you that you didn’t think existed. until right now.

“then embarrass yourself for me, baby. that’s okay. after all, you did tell me you were going to help me with this strip of the piece i was working on right?” he whispers, mentioning the new hentai comic he was currently drafting, but left it just to see you getting wet all by yourself. “you’re my inspiration, aren’t you? god, i still have thoughts about those photos you sent me last week, so fucking pretty in that dress,” jisung groans, resting his head against the wall, his hand making its way to his now forming boner. “you know how much i’ve wanted to fuck you in that dress? and you didn’t buy it. maybe i should buy it for christmas, you can be my present and i can unwrap you, whaddya think? get a red satin ribbon, tie you up and tease you as well.”

“maybe i could tie you up instead,” you hum, sitting up from your current position to look at your boyfriend. “you’d look so pretty for me - your messed up hair covering your eyes, but i’d force you to look at me as i’m fucking myself on your pillow?” a hand reaches to cup your face, trailing it’s fingers down to where your pulse point was, and jisung’s face hovers over yours, pushing you back down on the bed. “didn’t i say it was my turn? you’re going to watch me come on my hand while touching yourself, and you’re going to keep your eyes on the mirror until i say so.”

the mirror. the reason jisung was so confident when he came to having you where he wanted you. the moment he knew you liked having him thrusting himself inside you, the moment you suggested to get a bigger mirror for his study room - he was gone for you.

“i would, but remember the time you almost came on my hand because you were so desperate for me to just get you off?” you raised an eyebrow at him, making him remove his hand from your face as he stared at you. “remember when i asked you to look at the mirror while i played with your pretty dick? remember when you begged me to stop teasing you and just let you come? or do you want me to remind you again?”

of course jisung remembered. the day you got back home after hanging out with your friends, the day he remembered sending you videos and audios of him teasing himself, the sounds of his fingers making fast and rapid movements around his shaft, could be heard in the background. the day you put him back in his place, but also the day you teased him, and edged him till he learnt his mistake. the day you played for what felt like hours with just his tip, teasing him till he lost it, and let out whimpers, with his back arched and fingers aching to be tangled in your hair.

“look at you begging for me to let you come,” you whispered, your fingers teasing just the tip of his cock, the sounds of his groans and a small whimper being the only thing heard in the room. “look at you being so desperate for me to just lick up all the mess you’re going to make on my face. you want that, don’t you?”

all jisung could do was nod, until a small slap to his thigh made his eyes fall on you, his lips now red from biting it so much to stop himself from moaning. instead of looking at your face, and the way his cock looked in your hand, his gaze turned to the way your tits were pressed up against his left thigh, the feeling of your skin against his making him even harder than earlier.

he squeezes his eyes shut, and you notice it, your thumb stopping any further movements of teasing or touching him. "you need to tell me what you want, baby. i can't help you otherwise," you whisper, your thumb going back to subtly teasing his tip, collecting what little precum formed.

"wanna touch y-you, please," he manages, the slight stuttering tone that jisung had making you chuckle. "touch me where hm? specify and i'll think about it okay?"

"need to suck on y-your tits, please. want them in my mouth," he groans, his hands moving to rest on his sides. "mhmm, no. you can look at them, but no touching. you can watch how much of a mess you'll be making on them okay?"

that was the day he decided he would tease you just the same, with just the same exact passion you had in your eyes when you didn’t let him come for the next hour or so.

“i do remember, but i also remember clearly how the very next day, you whined for me to let you suck on my cock because of how you needed it. remember how much you begged me to leave my sketches and asked me to play with you while you toyed with my cock? begged, no, pleaded like a pathetic little slut for me to come on your face so i could watch you lick every single drop clean, no? how you cried to just have me touch your pretty little cunt,” jisung’s voice drops low enough to get you wet again, and you press your thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“legs wide open baby, i want to see the mess you’ve made. i don’t think it’s wet enough for you to deserve my cock though,” he whispers, fingers trailing down to lift the shirt up, enough so he can see your legs spread slowly at his words.

“please -”

“please what darling? what do you want, hm? do you want me to touch you else where? do you want me to stop completely? you need to use your words, and let me know. i can’t read your mind now can i?” he mumbles, his fingers now curling around your knee, pushing it away a bit before moving low enough so he’s facing your wetness.

“kinda cute how you’ve been turned on since i told you about wanting you have your panties in your mouth while i fucked you. cute, but so so pathetic. but i like it, a bit too much, actually. now, i’m going to get you off on one condition,” he starts, watching you thrust your hips into the air, your toes curling into the sheets under you while your body ached for him to just touch you.

“you’re going to help me with this sketch as well, hm? i just need you to lay pretty in whatever i get you, with me occasionally giving you my cock, as reward of course, but you don’t get to touch anything. after all, you begged me to give you attention yesterday, i’m sure you can handle it hm?”

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stqr-grl · 1 year

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╭﹕🍃｡♡・study session

୨୧⸝⸝﹕synopsis — you’re a smart girl but rin prefers to see you fucked stupid while you learn.﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕warnings — f!reader, mean!rin(as per usual) but he’s alot sweeter at the end <3, prob a lil ooc!rin degradation, a little bit of praise if you squint, hair pulling, unprotected vaginal sex, all characters are depicted as 18+!﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕wc — 761.﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕notes — mm this was a lil idea i had from the other day and i just had to flesh it out to be a bit more.﹐

it wasn’t exactly a new occurrence for you to end up bent over the desk in your bedroom, lewd squelching noises from your sore and sloppy cunt filling the four walls of the room as rin ruts his hips into yours at an agonizing pace, barely even half way inside you. one hand in your hair and the other pushing two of his slender digits into your mouth to muffle the needy cries for him to give you more of his cock, but it was all still a bit shameful nonetheless to have him make a mess of you like this for the third time tonight.

tears pricking at the corners of your glossy eyes as you push your hips back, trying to feel more of him inside you while you let out another muffled whimper. rin can only chuckle at your pathetic attempts as he tightens his grip on your hair, giving it a nice tug and shoving at least another two inches inside your cum coated walls.

“awe, such a needy little thing, aren’t you doll?” he grunts, your walls tighten against him, pulling him in for more of him. “maybe if you answer this next one right you’ll get a bit more of me, yeah?” he says, pulling his salvia stained fingers away from your wet cavern, drooling drip from the corners of your mouth to your chin as a long, drawn out whine leaves your lips with the first chance you get to speak.

“tell me sweetheart, what’s the answer to number 3 right there, hm?” you try and look at the answer options on the sweat and spit stained sheet of practice paper but your eyes are too far rolled back to even glance down at it. “C,” you choke, rin letting out a small tsk pushes his full length into you, leaning down next to your ear as he whisperes- “wrong. but nice try sweetheart..must be fucked too dumb on this cock from the first time to get it right.”

your gummy walls clench at his degrading words as you whimper, words getting caught in your throat at the sudden fullness. you gulp, “‘m sorry rin– ‘ts jus’ too— ah-! shiit.. ‘ts too good…” your words trail off as his pace picks up. “awe, such an honest girl, aren’t you? but y’know,” he pauses, hand reaching around to gently pinch your sensitive clit with the pads of his fingers. “i’ll still let you have a reward, you’ve been workin’ real hard for me tonight.”

a high pitched cry escapes your throat as you jolt at the sudden pressure applied to the bundle of nerves that make your body shake, crystal like tears falling from eyes. “rin–! fuck, feels t’ good, ‘ts too much–“ you whine, the slap of his hips against yours feeling relentless and overwhelming as you gripped the desk, nails digging into the hard material.

rin grunts, “such a smart girl, aren’t you? just not as smart when your getting fucked like this.” you clench at his words, squirming as you begin to see stars cloud your vision, lip between your teeth.

“‘ts too much for your slutty pussy, hm? you gonna cum on your boyfriends cock soon, huh?” he mocks. “go ahead, baby, you can cum,” he says, rubbing circles into your clit as his thrusts begin to grow sloppy- almost needy, as he starts chasing a high of his own. it’s one particular thrust that sends you over the edge, head of his cock pressing against the spot inside you that made your body go limp in his arms.

you lay there, head on your fluid stained desk, small mewls escaping from your lips as rin uses you to reach his high — finally cumming inside your slick, sticky cunt for the third time that night. he slowly slips himself out of your sloppy, used hole, watching his cum slowly ooze out of you, making your body shiver slightly.

“are you okay sweet thing? know i put you to work tonight,” he whispers, taking a seat in your desk chair and pulling your limp body into his lap, cradling you as you nuzzled yourself into the warmth of his muscled chest. “‘m jus’ fine rin..” you mumble, eyes fluttering shut as you struggle to even out your breathing.

“i love you, rin,” you mutter, voice trailing off as sleep takes over your body. a gentle smile grows on his face as he pressed his lips to your head, pulling you closer to his body. “i love you too, good night doll.”

2023 ©stqr-grl

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wxsemu · 1 year

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LOVE LOCKS :: akito shinonome x f! reader

one. akito's reaction to her letters

warnings :: "it's because i'm ---" joke.

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notes,, first chapter out!! updates will be inconsistent i'm a very busy high school student, especially with a comp coming up for an organization i'm in so i hope you all understand!

synopsis :: you and akito have been sending letters back and forth for awhile now. even though you both know that the other is sending letters in your lockers, you've still yet to talk to each other face to face. how will you both get together if you're both too nervous to face each other and talk about your blossoming romance?

[open!] taglist 🔖

#akito shinonome x reader #shinonome akito x reader #akito x reader #pjsekai x reader #project sekai x reader #prsk x reader #pjsk x reader #pjsekai smau #project sekai smau #prsk smau #pjsk smau #calista.writes #— love locks 🖇️

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slutforln4 · 1 month

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IN LOVE, IN ITALY.

🖇️ charles leclerc x painter reader

🖇️ in which, instagram is the diary for a fairytale love between a racer, a painter and their life in italy.

🖇️authors note: thank you to the lovely anon that submitted this request <3 hope you enjoy!!

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, arthur_leclerc, landonorris and 376,937 others

yourusername i ❤️ summers in italy and my boy

comments

user1 PARENTSSSS

user2 i need a love like theirs

charles_leclerc why did i come second on the list of things you love 💔

yourusername i've loved you for three summers, my love, out of the twenty five i've lived. and i'll love you for many more.

user3 stop it rn i didn't need to see that today

user4 brb jumping

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc i'm being held at gunpoint to post myself during summer break

comments

yourusername and i'll do it again 🔫

user5 let's all thank y/n for feeding us with charl content

user6 thank you y/n

user7 thanks y/n!!

user8 thank you mother

yourusername ur welcome, my loves x

landonorris never seen a man so happy to be on break

yourusername shade

landonorris was it that obvious?

charles_leclerc i love my job?

charles_leclerc !*

user9 ferrari has him locked up LMFAO

user10 bro can't even drive a car unless it's ferrari or he's cooked

yourusername

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yourusername lemons, anyone? 🍋

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user11 what the fuck is that stance, charles...

charles_leclerc helps me catch fish

user12 i've never seen anyone paint lemons so realistically, how long did it take?

yourusername eight hours! i've mastered the craft of losing sleep and cramping fingers

user13 spare me some talent i beg

user14 i wonder if she's ever painted charles lol

landonorris paint me a papaya next

yourusername on it

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc she doesn't always paint

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user15 red is her colour!

user16 she looks so cute in the helmet lol

user17 who won karting

yourusername me obvs

landonorris i did tho?

yourusername lando nowins suggests otherwise

user18 LMFAO

user19 why is she cooking lando omfg

yourusername

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yourusername and he doesn't always race

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user20 wait the matching captions i'm emotional

user21 my actual parents

landonorris i hope whatever he was painting on the canvas was better than those eels on your back

yourusername it wasn't but it's the thought that counts

charles_leclerc hey :(

yourusername mi dispiace amore mio

user22 they're adorable i'm sobbing

yourusername

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yourusername new beginnings

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user23 NEW BEGINNINGS??

user24 don't tell me they broke up

user25 i'm ending myself if they broke up

user26 no? no. nope nuh uh

user27 WHY IS CHARLES NOT IN THE LIKES

user28 we're done for

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc guess what

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user29 OH MY GOD?????????/

user30 no fucking way

yourusername yours for eternity 🤍

charles_leclerc i wouldn't have it any other way

landonorris congratulations to my fav cringe couple

carlossainz55 congrats

georgerussell63 Congratulations from Carmen and I

lewishamilton congratulations 💐🤍

yourusername

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yourusername opened up a gallery in my fiancés name. come visit in maranello, italy 💌

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user31 i'm??? sobbing???

user32 i went there on opening day and half of her work mentions charles in the descriptions 😭 my fav one: "took a picture of the sunset after charles and i first kissed. it's been three years since and kissing him still feels like looking at this sunset."

user33 STOP????

user34 one of the paintings is literally called charles and it's a cluster of her and his birth month flowers.

charles_leclerc you never fail to make me fall even more in love with you. je t'aime chéri ❤️

yourusername ti amo di più tesoro 🤍

the end.

#formula one #formula 1 #f1 #f1 x reader #formula one smau #charles leclerc x you

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tadashisdisaster · 1 year

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𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 & 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 | 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭

Cw / Twˏˋ°•*⁀➷ fem!reader, heavy smut, Dom!Felix, Dom!Hyunjin, public sex, unprotected sex, Fingering, hickeys, not a 3some fyi, morning sex

AN ~ I honestly had to think long and hard about having these 2 beauties in an involved relation (3some) with the reader. So this is just 2 stories in one. Enjoy! Btw why do they look so pretty in this gif? Like Felix looks like a doll and Hyunjin looks like an angel.

‗ ❍ Felix 🖇️📁

You stretch your sleepy arms and arch your back as you slowly woke up from your slumber. You turn to look at Felix’s dazed eyes. His warm smile, small freckles, and soft brown eyes made you feel like you were still dreaming. “Good morning love.” Felix says in his raspy morning voice. You return the smile and a quiet “morning…”.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like mornings like this. You laying down with your boyfriend on top of you, sweat running down his temple and onto his chest making you more needier that before. The white sheets covering both your sweating bodies. “Fuck, think I’ma cum baby…” you nod letting him know you were close too then-

“Hey Felix, Min-ho was wondering if you’d prefer-“ Chan slowly opens the door and stops. “Pancakes…for…breakfast?” Chan quickly looks away, locks the door from the inside and closes it. “I’ll just tell him you don’t really mind.” Chan says from behind the door.

Felix stares at the door for a while longer then looks back down at you. His face flushed crimson red from your previous activities and the embarrassment of being caught. He rests his head on your shoulder and shallowly moves in and out of your wet cunt. “M’not sure if you still wanna continue…?” His hands squeeze your waist at the word continue. You kiss his neck, “I do, do you still want to continue?”

Min-ho gets ready to knock on the bedroom door then stops already have heard enough of what Felix was “busy doing”. He was busy doing you.

Previously when Chan went down stairs to tell Seungmin that Felix was “busy”.

Chan: Felix said he didn’t mind and he seemed…preoccupied with doing something.”

Min-ho: “Oh okay.” ‘I’ll just let him know when the food’s done.” Is what he thought to do, and he did, only to regret it.

‗ ❍ Hyunjin 🖇️📁

Hyunjin had invited you to eat with him and his friends for dinner. It wasn’t a fancy place but it wasn’t a Mc Donald’s either. A simple hot pot place near by celebrating their grand opening. You wanted to look nice because when was the last time you actually went out? You put on a blue white and black pleated skirt with plaid designing on it with a cool button down white shirt with short sleeves. You put a pair of long socks with bows on it because you knew that Hyunjin loved them and your Mary janes.

Hyunjin couldn’t stop looking at how cute you looked. The car ride there was so painful, and by painful I mean, the uncomfortably aching and throbbing hard on shoved in his pants. At least he had decided to wear a coat that covered his crotch so no one could see his oh so prominent boner sticking through his boxers. It wasn’t fair, you looked so sweet, Hyunjin wanted to carry you with him in his pocket, but he also wanted to ruin you right here and now.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Hyunjin gently tugged at the hem of your skirt to follow him to the bathroom. You put your glass on the table and followed him.

“God you look so cute princess. Did this for me?” You nod your head and squeeze your eyes shut as he adds another finger to the mix. He scissors his finger and moves deeper into your dripping cunt touching that one gummy spot that makes your world spin. “M’gonna cum Hyun-“

“Cum for me then.” You gush all over his fingers, your right leg trembling due to the harsh orgasm. Hyunjin begins to unbuckle his belt when he heard a small, “Are you guys done? We’re about to order dessert…” Changbin say. You flush with embarrassment as Hyunjin continues to pull out his cock.

He rubs his angry red tip at your entrance and gives you a smirk. “Yeah, we’re almost done.” The door closes as he sinks you down onto his cock, wrapping both your legs around his waist.

Changbin and Seungmin wondering what’s taking you so long…

Seungmin: “What’s taking them?”

Changbin: “I have no idea…”

Seungmin: “Want me to go check or…”

Changbin: “Nah I’ll go check.”

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SONG OF THE SEA ★

🖇️ char. Neteyam x Metkayina! Fem! Reader

🖇️ warn. None, fluff

🎥 In which Neteyam meets you at midnight and listens to your stories as an excuse to see you

A/N Just a short one shot, featuring the story of Davy Jones and Calypso bcs literally Davy Jones’ song breaks my heart

It was late at night, Jake putting out the fire as it was time to sleep. Neytiri sighed, looking around and noticing Tuktirey was gone, probably outside, playing by herself. “Neteyam, go get Tuk.” She ordered. He nodded his head, leaving the hut and walking outside, not seeing her in sight. He walked further away, hearing nothing but the sound of the ocean below him and the creatures crying. That is, until he heard a melody.

The voice was soft and beautiful, filling his ears as if a goddess were singing a lullaby The melody itself was enchanting and soft, but also somewhat sad. Ears twitching, he found himself being drawn towards the voice, and saw you sitting on the deck, your back turned towards him as you hummed. The leather below him creaked, and your ears flickered in caution as you spun around, gasping. You sighed. “Do not sneak up on me like that.” Letting out a distressed sigh.

“I am sorry.” He mumbled, still distracted by your beauty. Your eyes lingered on him, before you ushered him to sit next to you. “You are Neteyam, yes?” You asked, kicking your feet against the water as you looked at it. He sat next to you. “That is me. You are?” He had never seen you before, and he was honestly confused on why he hadn’t noticed you. You shrugged, laughing weakly. “I am nobody.” You told him.

He pursed his lips, before speaking again. “What was that song?” He asked, and you looked at him with confusion written on your face. “Hm?” You asked. He cleared his throat. “The song that you were humming, what is it?” You smiled.

“It is the Song of the Sea.” You told him, turning back to the open ocean. He stayed silent, urging you to continue. “It is a story of a pirate who fell in love with a sea goddess. She gives him the duty of ferrying those who died at sea to the next world.” You started, eyes flickering towards his.

“She promised him that after ten years, she will spend one day with him before he returns to his duties. But after ten years of being at sea, when he went ashore to meet her, she never arrived. He felt betrayed, and angry, and deep sorrow.” Your voice got softer, empathy seething through your words. You breathed in, and continued. “In return, he betrays her, and he teaches other pirates how to capture her and trap her into a human body so she cannot rule the sea. Even though he is angered and was lied to by the goddess, he felt guilt for what he had done, so he carved his heart out and locked it in a chest.” You turned to him.

“He tries to convince himself that he hates her, but he cannot. He is in love.” You said, smiling widely as you told the story. You then blinked, before clearing you throat. “It is a stupid child’s tale.” You whispered, embarrassed that you got excited about a folktale.

He leaned forward, shaking his head. “No, it is interesting.” He assured you. You looked at him with wide eyes, taken aback, before smiling sheepishly to yourself, your cheeks warming. Everybody always made fun of you for telling these stories, but he was actually listening.

“The song is their’s.” You explained, and he stared at you with awe. “Neteyam! Bro, where’s Tuk?” Lo’ak interrupted, but quickly shutting his mouth upon seeing him sitting with you. Neteyam quickly got up, blushing as he looked between you and his brother. “I’m right here!” Tuk said, running towards Lo’ak. Neteyam looked at you, frowning. “I must go.” He told you. You nodded, turning back towards the sea. “I understand.” You spoke, your words quiet.

He wanted to say more, to speak to you more, but he turned and left, getting punched in the arm by his little brother, who he hissed at.

The next day, at the same time as the day before, he came back, and there you were, humming once again. He tried to find you during the day, but he couldn’t find you at all. “Neteyam.” You smiled as you saw him, and his heart skipped a beat. You extended your hand for support to help him sit next to you, and he took it. “I want to hear the rest of the story.” He told you.

Days went on like that, where he would come and find you, and you would tell him many different stories of the sea. He grew more infatuated with you each and every time, the distance between you slowly decreasing. A couple of weeks later, you wouldn’t even talk, and you would just hum as you laid your head on his shoulder, not failing to notice how he was as stiff as a rock, nervous.

“I cannot believe he would betray her, even though he loved her. It is strange.” He scoffed, shaking his head. You looked up at him, and his breath hitched at how close your faces were. “Love makes you do strange things.” You murmured, and his eyes searched your face. The moonlight lit your face almost perfectly, your eyes sparkling as you looked up at him. He loved the way the corner of your lips would pull upwards whenever you saw him, or the way you softly hummed while tracing the lines on his palms. He loved you.

He subconsciously was leaning in, and his eyes fluttered shut as he placed his lips on yours, gently. Almost immediately, you kissed him back. You adjusted your body to turn towards his, a hand of his sneaking onto your face and cupping your jaw. All these years, you have been listening to love stories and songs and the wonders of it all; of how it makes your heart pump faster, or the way you would smile until your cheeks hurt, or the way your eyes searched for a flaw and could find nothing but perfection. You listened to them all, and now you had it.

He deepened the kiss, huffing through his nose as he furrowed his eyebrows. He slowly pulled away, his eyes switching between your left and right. God, you were beautiful. “You are strange, Neteyam.” You smiled shyly, looking down as you leaned into his palm. “It is your fault.” His deep voice rumbled through your ears, kissing you again.

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