#Let's point a finger at the guilty party:

[stromuprisahat]

Hi! I saw you read fire and blood, and i really like your commentary on books, so i wanted to ask what you think of the "theory" that the targaryen women are curse or that the have the some of the worse fates of the book? Cause i see that on tiktok a lot, i dont think it is very true.

Any way, hope your having a good end of year and a lovely new year! Ps. English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes haha

Well, their fates are not exactly rosy, but tbh woman's fate in most of Westeros rarely is.

What makes it more prominent is that Targaryens are both ruling family- therefore theoretically closest to possible change- and foreigners with different customs at the beginning. Customs they abandoned to better fit in and because *cough* Jaehaerys is a dick, who got sick of listening to his personal babymaker *cough*.

It's a gradual loss of importance.

Rhaenys and Visenya ruled alongside Aegon. They made decisions in his absence, they sat the Iron Throne just like him.

Alyssa lived in the shadow of the Queen Dowager and her own weak husband. Later she got married off to an abusive prick, who fucked her into her early grave. That's certainly a horrible way to go.

And the long reign of Jaehaerys "Viva La Patriarchy!" came.

You can trace plenty of what went wrong to him.

The original Heir was his older brother Aegon. Perhaps "Uncrowned", but he had heirs of his own before he died- twins Aerea and Rhaella- girls, but heirs. What's more- their mother, Rhaena Targaryen, was three years older than her brother-husband. There's the question how does Valyrian succession really work, since Targaryens always liked to marry the oldest "couple" to keep the line "pure", but more than man/woman, they seems to care about whether you're a dragonrider or not. Even if we accept Westerosi law, where son comes before daughter, Rhaena should still be Regent to her children. Instead they're skipped in favour of a third son of their grandfather, their uncle. Apparently, Andal and First Men's laws can be ignored as long as it strengthens patriarchy.

At first, Jaehaerys claimed he'll rule with Alysanne, but then she started to get unpleasant ideas and it got more comfortable to sidetrack her to cradles and children's rooms. Once wifey was out of the way, it was unlikely daughters will fare better. Especially since there was so many of them. Their value shrunk to their maidenhead, Jaehaerys' interest in them to how to get rid of them before they lose their worth. Although one could argue (I totally would.) he didn't see daughters as "enough" even before there was so many of them.

Jaehaerys was a sexist pig, who shouldn't even sit the Iron Throne.

Next on the list of his dick-enforcing deeds, is the Great Council. His Heir died- again, uncrowned-, but with a granchild on its way. Instead of naming Rhaenys, or even waiting for her firstborn to arrive, so they can check for appropriate parts, Jaehaerys names his own secondborn- Balon- and after his death, poor Jaehaedick has no idea, who else should rule after him. It's not like the rule above says it's clearly Rhaenys- at that point with a son of her own for fuck's sake-, so he figures the fate of the kingdom should be decided by a bunch of MEN, and summons the Lords to choose their next liege. Surprise, surprise! They pick a weak man, instead of "a fiery maiden".

There's not much positive to be said about Viserys, but his insistance on succession would certainly be the no. 1. Rhaenyra could've been Targaryen's way out of stiff patriarchy. Feminine, adored by masses, supported by her spouse, leaning to her Valyrian heritage... that could've changed Westerosi society from up, but the Dance killed that hope. Even though her children ruled eventually, neither the Broken king, nor his wife-less brother were likely to do anything.

Targaryen or not, a woman is a walking womb now.

Their "curse" is patriarchy and shitty men with power.

Their fates fit their "importance".

Rhaenys and Visenya died as conquering Queens- in a battle and lucky to die of old age.

Rhaena was sidelined by her weak father, by her younger brother, she lost too much and never learned to let go. It killed one of her daughters- ironically the skipped Heir.

Alysanne was killed by her brother-husband's sexism. He was at least partly to blame for the fates of all his daughters (and I count Aemma here too, because her marriage was his doing too). Only the most strong-headed one managed to escape.

Rhaenys died as the Queen she was- perhaps uncrowned just like her father-, but she went out in a battle, mutilating her foes, leaving grandchildren in the line on the Throne behind. If only they'd live long enough to get there. She might have died relatively young, but she played important part in her side of the Dance and she's one of few, whose death I'd call good.

Rhaenyra had particularly cruel life. Ironically, it was work of a woman working within the confinces of patriarchy that kept ruining her life, and said woman's sons, who eventually took everything from her, including her life.

No curse's necessary.

P.S.: Neither is it mine, so as long as we figure out what we mean... 😉

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[mellowwillowy]

Yan! Lawyer Husband x GN Spouse Reader HCs

CW: mafia related stuffs

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

Yan! Husband is a gentle soul to you, he can't and will never lay a finger with the meaning to hurt you! He just doesn't have the strength to do so, almost as though he was set to be so. It's another whole story when it comes to the others though, can you guess how many times he has pulled the trigger of a gun?

Yan! Husband who spoils you rotten with everything you could ever think of. Luxuries, reputations but never the forbodden knowledge he has tried so hard to keep away from you. No, he won't clip your wings. You are his songbird who gets to only fly inside the gilded cage but never in the outside world. He will create a stage of the outside world for you, but never the real deal.

Yan! Husband who paints a portrait of you whenever he's stressed over the cases he has to handle. To move the brush without any problem as your form starts to appear on the blank canvas, he has no trouble remembering you. Sculpting is no problem for him as well. He has spent all his lives honing his artistic skill just to eternalize you as pieces of art.

Yan! Husband loves you so much that he deems children as a burden and bothersome (adoptive too). He only needs you to build a family, he had no need for children to continue this lineage. His whole life revolves around you. If you pass away, he too, will pass away shortly after. That's how much he loves you to the point that death cannot separate you two.

Yan! Husband who might not look like he's able to do it but he is actually an S-rank gaslighter. He will trick you into believing that what he is suggesting is only to keep you safe! He doesn't really enjoy taking your autonomy directly unless it's needed (of course, in a way where you will not confront him about it).

Yan! Husband who will cover and remove all your bad track records (if you have any). He has the power and connection to erase any kind of dirt that is on you, you are his pristine pure lily-of-the-valley and you should not be defiled with those records. Live without any worry clouded in your mind dear, the laws will never tarnish your reputation when you have this lawyer backing you ^^

Yan! Husband who adores any sort of physical touch when it comes to you, yes, anything. Even if you hit him silly, he'd still love every moment your skin feels his. He loves hugging you the most, his face buried into the crook of your neck while taking a scent of you.

Yan! Husband who enjoys humming lullaby of yours to the point everyone's ears around him is bleeding from the repeating lullaby. Can this guy please hum something else for once?

Yan! Husband who will read for you whenever he has the time to sleep with you. He doesn't know what to say to you as his work is either foreign to your brain or a tad too shady. Childhood memories are not great too as he has long forgotten about everything the moment he pledges eternal vow to love you. He abandoned everything and lives only for you.

Yan! Husband who prioritizes you as his number one, even above his own well-being and career. He can still live even if he falls ill, his career would never fall out of track as he has the mafia under his grasp, but you can slip out of his grasp. And he doesn't want that to happen again.

Yan! Husband is without a doubt an infamous lawyer. Especially with how many times he has let the ringleader of that renowned mafia group slip out from the prosecutor and judge's grip? If you seriously think you'll be pronounced guilty of that murder, you better throw that thought out just like how he throws all the scapegoats and falsified evidence into the court. (Should I write a fic for this?)

Yan! Husband who will always make time for the two of you. While vacations are not as often as he wishes he could have, cuddles and tea parties sound nice enough for him to kill time with you.

Yan! Husband who has this cute journal that's filled with what you have been doing every day instead of his own daily stuff. Oh, your diary is almost his if you know how he reads it daily like a refreshment.

Yan! Husband who as much as he hates having to show you to the people at the official parties and events he has to attend, he just can't shake away the butterflies in his stomach as well! You are not just some trophy spouse, you are his beloved! A hand on your waist and a face that is seen whispering sweet nothings into your ear with a glass in his other hand. Oh, he looks so o-godly-handsome like a man who comes out from a romance novel!

Yan! Husband who is a man of greed, the embodiment of Mammon. Wealth is not something that he has never not possessed. So whatever the fuck you do, gambling or blowing it off somewhere in a dumb investment or stock, he won't make a fuss out of it. Instead, he'll teach you more about money management instead :/

"Do you want to learn how to invest? I know a way or two from my predecessor."

He will let you play all the money game you want and gives you the illusion of success despite all the trials and errors you made (he's the one who clean up all the mess lol)

I know that this is AFAB! oriented BUT Yan! Husband never wishes to impregnate you even once. No, he doesn't like the idea of you being in pain over a damn baby(ies) that could just take your life as well. He does enjoy fucking you without any protection on but that is after he tracks your safe day (man is literally fighting the fate of having you pregnant). He prefers you to not consume any birth control for just in case it causes harm rather than good to you. (Shots are a pass if you are scared of syringes)

He is A-OK with adopting if you are persistent enough about this matter and is B-OK if you want to get pregnant (AFAB). He just can't refuse and upset you...

So please don't imagine what would happen if darling dies during delivery :)

Yan! Husband who will always open his pocketwatch and kiss the picture of you in his pocket watch. How many times and lives had passed just for him to enjoy the solace of being your husband?

𝐀 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫.

Yulian de Alpheus is a man of ambition. While he does share the same look as his 'father', the ambition he has is the complete opposite of Castiel. Castiel created him to seek the truth of life, Adam existed to be the Genesis of Life, Alan existed to be someone he didn't recognize and Yulian existed to live beneath the shadow of his spouse.

𝐘𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

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[elliezato]

‪‪❤︎‬She's Jealous‪‪❤︎‬

pairing: modern!ellie williams x reader

summary: Ellie gets jealous when she sees you kissing another girl

warnings: MDNI! cursing, drugs/alcohol, fingering, bathroom sex, public sex??

a/n: This is my first fanfic so idk how to feel about thisss. Also, I feel like this story isn't very original but I keep replaying this situation in my head, helpp. I'm open to recommendations! I will probably only write ellie x reader fics for now but let me know what you want and I'll write it! I get writer's block and need inspo!! Anyway... I hope you enjoy:)

♡︎.You and Ellie have been broken up for about a month now.

Parties have never really been your thing but your friend Dina has been begging you to go to one with her.

"It's been almost a month. You can't keep isolating yourself in your dorm like this."

You lay on your bed while Dina tries to convince you to go out tonight. She's right though. Things haven't been the same since you and Ellie broke up.

"Listen. Come to the party tonight. I hate that this breakup is holding you back. who knows. maybe you'll meet someone!"

Dina leaves and you make up your mind.

You change into a pleated mini skirt and throw on some baby tee you haven't worn since your relationship. Ellie liked it when you wore skirts and you knew that. Some part of you was hoping she would be there so she could see you. You apply a thin wing of eyeliner and put on your docs.

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Later that night you walk into the party. The house smells of weed and music covers the sound of people talking. You see Dina and Jesse from across the room. They're drinking and dancing with a few other of your friends. You hesitantly walk over to join them.

"Y/N!! thank god you're here!" Dina hugs you with one arm and a drink in the other.

"Damn, this is the first time I've seen you out since... you know" Jesse laughed as he took a sip from a red solo cup.

You sat on the couch and drank as you watched your friends enjoy the night. You hated yourself that you couldn't get up and have fun. The air felt hot and there was nothing left in your cup. As you get up to get another drink you feel eyes on you.

There she was. Ellie stood there with a drink in her hand. Your heart sank. This was the first time you've been in the same room as her since the heat of the breakup. Her eyes were on you as you slowly walked past her to get a drink. You look at the ground as you pass her, doing everything you can to avoid eye contact. When you look up to get another cup, you see Ellie standing in front of you. As she opens her mouth she say something to you, you feel hands on your waist.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing at a party alone?" The girl looks you up and down with a soft smile on her face.

From the corner of your eye, you see Ellie take a sip from her drink and walk away. You feel yourself sadden as Ellie leaves your presence. Fingers run down your waist. You look behind you and the girl is still there. It's been a long time since someone has hit on you. Honestly, the last time you romantically got attention from someone was with Ellie.

"You alright? What's upsetting you baby?" The girl whispers in your ear.

At this point, you'll do anything to get your mind off Ellie. A new relationship isn't what you want but it couldn't hurt. You turn around and face the girl. You've never seen her before but she's honestly really pretty. It wouldn't be hard to distract yourself around someone this attractive.

"m'nothin" The alcohol is hitting you. Usually, you'd feel guilty flirting with anyone other than Ellie, but right now, nothing matters.

She pulls you closer by your waist and passionately places a kiss on your lips. The sudden proximity makes you tense. Her hand travels down your hips while the other grabs your face. Something about this feels wrong but you push the thoughts back.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. I came with my friend and promised I wouldn't leave her" You lied so bad, you almost cringed.

You remove yourself from the girl's grasp and take your drink as you walk away from her. The pain of the breakup is sinking in again. You wander around the party to find Dina but she's off with Jesse. There's no point in being at that party anymore. You down the rest of your drink and walk outside. The air is cold and dry. Snow falls gently as the music from the party echoes.

"What the fuck were you doing? Kissing another girl? Already?" Ellie stares at you with a joint between her lips.

"Ellie." You look at her in shock.

"We've been broken up for barely a month and you're already making moves on other women!?" She laughs under her breath as a cloud of smoke leaves her lips.

"Why do you even care. We're not together" You look at her with sad eyes. The tough act was never your strong suit.

She grabs your face with one hand and tilts your head towards her. You gasp at her touch. Snow falls down on the both of you. Your breath is visible in the cold air and the only thing keeping you warm is the heat of the situation.

"Are you trying to make me jealous, hmm?" She looks at you with lustful eyes.

"No! she kissed me..." Your voice trails off as you feel the touch of Ellie's fingers trace your jaw.

Nothing could've prepared you for this. The last time you two spoke was the breakup. This was a topic that was hard for the both of you. Clearly, the thought of the other stayed lingering in your minds. Her touch felt nice. You could feel yourself practically melting in her hand. The similar scent of weed got stronger as her face got closer.

"It worked." She takes one last hit of her joint before tossing it on the ground.

"What?" You look at her dazed and confused. Your eyes soften as her fingers trail down your neck

"I'm jealous." She admitted as she tightened her grip on your face. "Let's go back inside and show them who you belong to, yeah?" Ellie gives you a dirty grin.

You follow her back into the party. Even with Ellie, you didn't want to be back in there but that didn't matter in the moment. She walks through the crowd of people holding on tightly to your waist. You look over at her face a notice a cocky grin stuck to her lips. You can feel the eyes of the other girl you were with earlier staring at you. Ellie notices the girl staring at you. She grabs your face in front of her and kisses you. You pause as her lips touch yours. You missed this. Fuck. You missed her touch so bad. Leaning in for more, Ellie playfully pushes you away.

"God you're just as needy as I remembered." She pulls you away from the crown and leads you into an empty bathroom.

Ellie pushes you against the door causing it to shut behind you. Her lips passionately press against yours. You let your hands roam her figure. Fingers running underneath her baggy band tee. She grabs your hands and pulls them away.

"You're not getting it that easily" She glares at you as she takes your wrists by one hand and holds them above your head. "I'm going to make sure everyone knows how good I'm fucking you" Her breath is hot against your ear.

Her tongue explores your mouth and her other hand runs up your shirt. You let out a soft moan as her fingers draw circles around your nipple. She lets go of your hands and strips off your shirt. Her kisses move down your neck, leaving marks for everyone to know she you were hers. Her tongue reaches your nipples and she traces small circles around them. Her mouth moves further down your chest. Fingers moving down your waist meeting the hem of your skirt. She stops kissing your body and looks up at you. Her fingers slide up your skirt and meet your damp underwear.

"Fuck- You're so wet and I've bearly touched you" She continues kissing down your waist.

She pulls your underwear down your legs and throws them off. Her fingers finally graze your wet folds. She picks you up by your waist and places you on the counter. The granite is cold against your thighs. She sloppily kisses your lips as she inserts a finger into you. You throw your head back and hum at her touch. She grabs your chin and forces you to look at her.

"Look at me while I fuck you with my fingers." She glares up at you. Her face is desperate to feel you.

Your hands run through her hair as she pulls her finger out. She adds another finger and slams them into you. You hold the counter with one hand and the other pulling at Ellie's half-up half-down updo. You're holding in your moans remembering there's a crowd of people right behind that door. You close your eyes as Ellie curls her fingers inside of you, hitting the right spots.

"Fuck Els- s'good" You quietly whimper trying to hold back.

Tears are forming in your eyes. You can feel the warmth building up in your stomach. Ellie can feel you're close. She stops her motions and pulls her fingers out of your cunt. Your slick coats her fingers, dripping down her arm. She brings her fingers to your mouth. You clean Ellie's fingers with your tongue, whimpering for more action.

"I'm not going to give you anything if you're not going to moan for me. I want to hear you" Her fingers slide out of your mouth and find their way back down to your inner thighs.

"They're gonna hear" You bite your lip as your thighs press together.

"That's the point baby. Tell me how bad you've missed me" She keeps eye contact as she moves her face down to your hips.

She pulls your tighs apart, spreading your folds with her finger. Her tongue rests right above your clit, waiting for you to beg.

"Fuck- I need you Els. I need you to fuck me." You give into her commands wanting to feel her touch.

She finally complies and licks circles around your puffy bud. She thrusts her fingers into you once again while tasting you on her tongue. You squirm under her touch. Pornographic moans leave your lips as she starts to suck your clit. Tears fill your eyes as you look down at Ellie taking you in.

"You taste so good, I've missed your pretty pussy" She smiles against your folds removing her fingers.

The vibrations of her voice cause you to moan as you push her face closer to you. Her tongue slides down your folds and she pushes it into you. At this point, you're a moaning mess. Anyone who walks by that bathroom knows what's happening. Her nose gently rubs against your clit as her tongue fucks you.

"mmm~ i'm gonna fucking cum-" Your hips grind against her face.

She holds your waits pulling you closer. Her tongue slides out and sucks your cunts as her fingers push deep inside you. The heat in your stomach feels like it's going to burst. Only Ellie could have you panting and desperate to cum like this in a bathroom.

"That's it baby, cum for me okay?" She feels how close you are.

Her pace fastens as she gets you to release onto her fingers. Your hips buckle as whimpers and moans fill the room. She continues but slows her pace milking your orgasm. She licks the wetness from your cunt and you pant in her arms.

"I missed you" Your eyes look at her as she moves closer to your face, kissing your lips.

You can taste yourself in her mouth as she sloppy kisses you. She holds your waist and guides you off the counter. You're a mess. Makeup is running down your face and your hair is falling from the ponytail it was in. Eille was still completely dressed as she watches you put your clothes back on. She takes your hand and places a gentle kiss on your neck.

"You're such a slut for me" She grins as she places her hand on the door nob. "I don't want to ever see you tasting another girl's lips, got it" You nod in response.

You realized how hot the room was when Ellie opened the door and you felt the coolness of the party on your skin. She takes you by the waist and leads you back into the party. Ellie wore a cocky smile knowing she was the only person at this party who could get you moaning like that. Eyes were on you when people realized who was in the bathroom.

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[messylustt]

obsessed ( believe me ) — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : scream after ethan revealed himself as ghostface to you, you try to tell the group, hoping they’ll believe you…but ethan has other plans.

contents : surprisingly nothing sexual. a kiss. this is mainly the repercussions + plot after ethan’s reveal. wc 2.1k.

pt one pt two pt three

you had locked your door tight every night whenever you’d be home. you couldn’t let a ghostface get in, you couldn’t let…ethan get in. god, the concept that he’s a killer now confuses and scares you at the same time. if ethan can kill then christ, everyone should be wary of everyone.

you aggressively mix the cupcake batter. you had grown guilty and…well…confused. you hadn’t told the group. though you haven’t had the time—you haven’t seen them since the party. so, it’s not entirely your fault. you need to tell them. they could die if you don’t.

with a final whisk you begin to pour the batter into the cupcake tins. there’s no harm in giving them something tasty as you drop the charming bomb. You place the tin in the oven, already preheated. clicking the timer you pause. what if they don’t believe you?

the carpenter sisters and martin-meeks twins have known you the same length as they have ethan. shit, you should have gotten proof, something that would show your not just pointing the finger. you rest against the counter, watching as the cupcakes begin to bake.

you can feel your heart pick a pace at the thought of ethans words. he kissed you, he wanted to kiss you. what were you thinking letting him? no, you think to yourself. you didn’t have a choice…but it’s not like you absolutely hated the idea. shit.

what if you saw ethan in class? how the fuck should you act? you run your hands down your face, growing agitated and fidgety.

;;

“y/n!” mindy called from across campus. your carrying a box full of your cupcakes, as you take a heavy breath. it’s okay.

you wander over to her, smiling, only to falter when you see chad and ethan reach her side too.

you catch ethan’s gaze and freeze. ethan tilts his head, acting like an innocent shit. you gulp as you notice a ghost of a smirk on his face.

“mindy, can I talk to you for a moment?” if anyone’s gonna believe you about ethan, it’s mindy. she already thinks ghostface is him.

“uh, sure. is it real private?” she seems confused, since this group barely kept anything from each other. you clutch your cupcake box a little tighter, and that’s when chad notices.

“hey! are those cupcakes?”

you smile, offering them to him. “yo, thanks y/n.” he opens the box as you turn back to mindy.

“it’s girls sorta stuff.”

“oh.” she smiles, grabbing your elbow. “we’ll catch up with you later!” she calls back to ethan and chad, as she brings you farther away.

as you stop by a tree, you can't help but glance back at the two boys. chad is stuffing one of your cupcakes in his mouth. you hate the shiver that racks your spine, as you watch ethan take a bite, keeping his gaze on you. he tilts his head down in thanks, and you can spot the mischievous glint in his eyes. he knew they were bribe cupcakes for your point on him being the killer, to make it sound more appealing. but he only finishes the cupcake with a hum.

you whip your gaze to mindy, your expression desperate. “mindy, you know how you're always saying that ethan is ghostface?”

mindy scowls, glancing at him. “yeah, i swear it's him.” She narrows her eyes, before shifting her gaze back to you. “why—do you think the same?”

“i don't think, i know.” you stare at her earnestly. “i saw him. he attacked at my apartment. there was this other ghostface there, who tried to first, and then…” you weren’t going to mention that Ethan kissed you. it was irrelevant. “then he took off his mask.”

mindy is staring at you as your words spill out in a rush. “wait, you're saying ethan attacked you in your apartment, and then revealed himself?” she hisses.

“well, no, he didn’t attack me. he attacked the other ghostface—”

“wait, what?!”

you shush her, glancing around. ethan and chad weren’t there anymore and you were relieved.

mindy stares at you. “why would he attack the other ghostface?”

“i don’t know!” you exasperate.

mindy spins in surprise. “what the fuck?!”

you grab her arm. “but you believe me, right?”

“i believe ethan could be ghostface, but…attacking his fellow ghostie, and then what— revealing himself to you?” she sighs. “it's a little hard to make that make sense.”

“i know, i know. but i swear. that’s what happened.” you're growing desperate, especially as you see hesitance flash across mindy’s face.

“mindy, i wouldn’t make this up.”

she sighs. “but if ethan—as ghostface—went to your apartment not to hurt you, then why was he there?”

you pause. he couldn’t have just been there to…kiss you, right? that doesn’t make sense. you go to explain more about him attacking the other ghostface when you stay silent. ethan saved you from getting killed. would Mindy interpret that as you being on the same side. no. if you’d tell her that, then she’d know you weren’t one of them.

“y/n?”

you meet mindy’s gaze, as her eyes have grown wary. you shake your head. “i don't know why ethan was at my apartment dressed as ghostface. all I know is that he is one of them.”

“i– look i want to believe you, y/n. i like you! but it's just—” she cuts herself off, breathing. “you could be lying because your…ghostface.”

your shoulders slump. this is what you were scared might happen. “mindy, i swear.” you go to grab her arm, but she steps back.

“ethan is still on the top of my list, but…let me just think.” rhen she leaves.

shit. this was supposed to go so much better.

“you should have given her the cupcakes.”

you jump, and whip around to see ethan standing with an almost smug expression. you gulp, stepping to the side. “get out of my way.”

ethan just chuckles. “didn’t work?”

your silence makes him grin. “she already thinks i’m Ghostface, but like you, has no real evidence.”

“i–” you cut yourself off, because he’s right. you have nothing on him. and it turns out your word isn’t enough. “just leave me alone.”

“so cold.” he comments. “we’re in the same lesson.”

your whole body is tense. “come on.” ethan turns, heading to the large building of blackmore.

you both make it to the hallway, bustling with students heading to their respective classes. you stay a decent way behind ethan. you will not be seen with him. that would only contradict everything you said to mindy.

then just as you're about to squeeze past the students to get inside the lecture hall, a hand tightens around your wrist, yanking you to the right. you gasp as you get dragged into a small broom cupboard.

“ethan, what the fuck?” you spin to face him. he stands his back to the now shut door of the cupboard, trapping you in.

“i was kinda hoping you wouldn’t go and be a tattle tale.” he steps closer and you immediately step back, your hand out in warning. “but your cupcakes were very good, so, i guess that’s a plus.”

“ethan. let me out.” you were growing worried, the hairs on the back of your neck spiked.

“and i know i said i’ll leave you alone and all. but, wouldn’t it seem strange if we ignore each other.”

“if you wanna act normal in front of them—fine.” you were scared, and ethan could tell. “but there's no reason for us to see each other alone.” you gesture around the closet.

“that kinda hurts, y/n.” ethan says. “i mean i’m not too much of a fan of PDA, but if you're into that, I’ll settle.”

“what?”

ethan steps closer, and your grip finds a broom. “i like kissing you. and if you don't want to do it alone, then we can do it in front of our friends.”

you gulp, holding your pathetic excuse of a weapon out in front of you. “i’ll keep your secret, they don’t believe me anyway. so, please. there’s no need to kill me.”

“kill you? gave you listened to a word i've said?” wthan brushes his hand across the brustels of the broom. “i’d rather kiss you then, then kill you.” he steps closer. “and the broom’s cute.” he’s trying not to laugh.

“ethan, seriously.”

“i’m being dead serious, y/n.” he says, tapping down the broom as you shake his fingers off. then he backs away. “i’ll see you in class.” then he’s out of the closet, leaving you standing there, breathing hard and even more confused.

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you’re standing, talking to tara, as you wait for the rest of the group to be done with classes. mindy and chad come out first. slowly followed by ethan. you stay close to chad, as he tells you about this dick in his lesson.

ethan notices your “subtle” move to be “safe”. chad couldn’t protect you. and not from getting hurt, ethan’s already been clear that that's the last thing he wants to happen. just from him in general. he likes you. he thought it was obvious, but he guesses you're still reeling from him being ghostface.

you all talk and walk, until you’ve reached the carpenter sister’s apartment. ethan then digs in his pocket to retrieve a ring he stole from you in the closet. tara, Sam, and quinn are heading to their apartment.

“uh, y/n?” ethan calls to you, making you glance behind your shoulder. “i have something of yours.” he holds up the ring, as you hesitantly step closer, your hand out. you think you must have dropped it on your walk.

but ethan strides over, passing your hand and grabbing your chin. before you can say a word ethan is pressing his lips to yours, you stumble slightly back, along the gravel. chad is watching, mouth hanging open. “holy shit,” you catch tara say, as ethan pulls back, with a grin.

you're staring at him agape, as you hear a few hollers from chad. if only he knew. ethan then whispers in your ear. “i’ll call you.”

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you're staring at your phone in your apartment, scared for it to ring. and when it does, you hesitate grabbing it.

when you do, you take a reassessing breath. you had to end whatever this was. “hello, y/n.”

ethan’s using the ghostface modulator. prick. “ethan, you don’t have to use that. i know it's you.”

“and where’s the fun in that?” the deep voice breathes a chuckle.

“stop playing games, ethan. stop all of this. i’m not interested.”

“in me?” he inquired.

you hate the fact that you falter. you shouldn’t be fucking faltering! “yes.”

“you're a very unconvincing liar.” ghostface speaks mockingly.

“and you can’t take a hint.”

“tell me y/n,” ghostface speaks, as you pace your living room. “what's your favourite scary movie?” he jokes.

you scoff. “i said no more games ethan.”

“just one.” ghostface half begs. “i promise.”

“you gonna make me another deal?”

“i can.” ghostface shuffles on the other end. “if you play this game with me and win…i’ll reveal myself to our friends.”

you pause your pacing. “what?”

“doesn’t that sound fair?” ghostface probes.

you gulp. would he really? you wouldn’t look like a fool to mindy, and worse a betraying ghostface. you lick your lips. “what’s the game?”

“that’s my girl.” ghostface praises breathlessly. you stand a little straighter, ignoring the butterflies swarming your stomach.

“we’re going to play a simple simon says.” ghostface breathes through the phone.

“simon says?” you repeat.

“mhm.” ghostface hums.

you run your hand through your hair, gathering your thoughts, and a seeable decision. fuck it. all you had to win was simon says. easy. “deal.”

you can almost hear the grin forming on ghostface—ethan’s—face. “let’s get started, then.”

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[sturniolos-blog]

you’re what? - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot

warnings - arguing swearing, fluff, kissing, throwing up ‼️

so thankful for this request by @sturniolosmind and i love itttt ❤️

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11:08pm

Waiting on the couch again, the same thing it has been for about a month now,

Wake up, no Matt.

Come home from work, no Matt.

Going to sleep, no Matt.

It really sucks, i love him so much but his schedule is getting much more complicated.

Ding

Matthew.Sturniolo posted on his instagram story, come check it out!

I hear from my phone, picking it up while putting my feet on the coffee table of our apartment we leased about a couple months ago.

It was a picture with Matt, rootbeer in his hands, probably because he had to drive home, dancing, girls surrounding him.

Nothing looks really that suspicious besides the girls that are gathered around him but he’s not paying attention to them so that’s good. For now.

Now furious, i get out of instagram, going to the phone app and ringing Matt’s contact.

Ring

Ring

Ri-

“Hello?” Matt’s voice comes in from the phone.

“Matt? Where the hell are you?” I scoffed.

“I’m out right now baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, a soft tone to his voice but i could hear the party go on around him.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to a party, matt!” My voice cracked, damn i was crying already.

“A-are you crying? I’m sorry, n/n, we didn’t even know until 3 hours ago, i didn’t even know i would be out this late.” He tried to reason.

I sniffle, “Come home, now Matt, i’m not joking.” I say, my voice low, definitely too demanding.

I hear him scoff before the line cuts off.

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12:03am

I was about to fall asleep before the front door opens, making me jump, and making my eyes open.

I see Matt walk in, tired look on his face as he kicks his shoes off.

I stand up, “Couldn’t find your way home or were you too busy with other girls?” I snapped.

He gives me a confused look, “What?” He asks.

I let out a frustrated sigh, “Matt, you know what i’m talking about! I saw your insta story, you act like i wouldn’t check it when my boyfriend is out really late.” I crossed my arms, my eyes tearing up again already.

Matt scoffs, “Yeah? Well and you act like this is my first time staying out late.”

“That’s the fucking problem, Matt! You just proved my own point! You don’t come home anymore, I barely see you!” I yelled, tears now streaming down my face already, god i usually don’t cry this easily, maybe i’m starting my period.

“Y/n, please stop crying..” He sighs, rubbing his face with his hands.

“I can’t control it.” I mutter.

“I miss you, Matt.” I whisper.

“I missed you too, y/n.” He says, walking up to me and grabbing my arms, i shake my head and back up.

“No.. you don’t.” I sniffle.

I scoff, “I’m a-” I let out a soft sob, “I’m gonna go to bed, b-but i know i won’t see you when i wake up tomorrow anyway so there’s no point in making up if you’re just gonna leave again.” I let out another sob.

“Y/n-” Matt starts.

“Don’t. I don’t care, Matt.” I cut him off, practically running upstairs and laying down, crying to myself.

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1:28am

I hear the door of our bedroom open then close, i hear footsteps walk to the other side of the bed, and then i feel the bed sink down beside me, an arm wrapping around my waist.

Warm tears spilling on my neck as he puts his head into the crook of it.

“I’m so sorry,” Matt lets out a choked sob as he squeezes me tightly, “i- i miss you too.” He says.

I sigh and turn around, i don’t really forgive him yet, because i know tomorrow morning he’s gonna be gone, but i now feel guilty, so i turn around and hug him back, my head going into his chest as my hands go up to his hair, fingers running through it.

“Calm down, Matt.” I whisper, his sobs start to slow down, “Shhh..” I comfort, leaning up and kissing his neck softly.

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7:34am

I wake up, my eyes opening slowly, my mouth filling with saliva as i get the automatic feeling to throw up, i get up and run to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet and throwing up, puke spurting out of my mouth.

I feel two hands grab my hair into a makeshift pony tail,

I didn’t even know Matt was home, i didn’t bother checking before getting up.

He takes my hair in one hand and rubs my back with the other, “Let it out baby..” He says, he must notice the tears running down my face from the pressure, but also from confusion and feeling uncomfortable.

I cough and get the rest out, immediately sitting on my butt and pushing my back up against the tub.

Matt closes the toilet lid and flushes it.

“What was that?” He said softly, no anger to his tone, no annoyance to it either like last night. Just calm and soft.

“I don’t know!” I raise my voice, he gives me a confused look, “Sorry, sorry i’ve been moody lately.” I sniffle and wipe my nose with my sleeve.

I stand up and grab my toothbrush, putting toothpaste on it, starting to brush my teeth.

“Are you on your period?” He asks me, his hand going on the small of my back.

I spit and shake my head, “No haven’t got it in january yet, which isn’t out of the ordinary i’m never really on track.” I said, putting my toothbrush back in my mouth.

“But tomorrow’s february first..” Matt says, his voice cautious.

My heart drops, but i shrug it off. “I’m fine, Matt. You have work to go to, don’t you?” I said with an annoyed tone, rinsing my toothbrush off.

“I take it you’re still mad?” He took his hand off my back.

I look at him through the mirror, “How’d you guess?” I said sarcastically, turning around and shoving past him.

“I’m just gonna go then, chris and nick have been blowing me up anyway.” He says, following into our bedroom behind me.

I start to pick out clothes for the day, staying silent.

“Whatever. Love you.” He says, leaving the bedroom and shutting the door.

I take a deep breath in, then let it out. No way i’m pregnant.

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3:05pm

After procrastinating for hours today, i finally picked up three pregnancy tests, i learned in my 8th grade science class that scientists use 3 trials for experiments because 2 would only give you 50/50, three would give you one of the answers twice, so you know what it actually is.

Is this the same thing? Definitely not. Am i trying to calm myself down because i might be pregnant at 20 years old with a man that i’m not even sure loves me and doesn’t even know how to spell? One hundred fucking percent.

I took the first test, pacing in my bathroom back and forth, i’m always late on my period, so obviously this could just be that and maybe i only threw up because i was stressed. That happens a lot i-

My thoughts get cut off by the timer i set on my phone.

I look at the flip test and crossed my fingers, i wasn’t hoping for the test to be negative, i was hoping that if it was positive Matt would not leave me.

I flipped the test over,

Pregnant

Holy fucking shit.

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3:16pm

The second one came out negative, so it was time to check the last one.

Doing the same routine i did for the last two, timer started, test flipped, fingers crossed.

Pacing around the bathroom, if it’s negative i’m gonna be disappointed, if it’s positive then im really fucking scared.

Ding

Timer went off.

I reach for the rest and flip it over.

Positive.

I’m pregnant.

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4:56pm

After a much needed nap, i called Matt. The phone ringing.

“Hello?” Matt said into the phone, he sounded sort of mad.

“I need you to come home.” I said, a monotone sound to my voice.

“Listen, y/n, i’m not gonna come home just for you to yell at me ag-”

“Matt, please.” My voice cracked.

“I’m on my way.” He said immediately. Hanging up the phone.

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5:12pm

I was sitting on the couch, almost the same position i was in last night, the three pregnancy tests in my hand.

The door opened, i shoved the pregnancy tests under my leg,

“Hey.” Matt said as he shut the door, walking in and taking his shoes off, sitting on the couch next to me.

“Have you been crying?” He takes my face in my hands, his thumbs tracing over my tear stained cheeks.

I sniffled, “I need to tell you something, but please don’t freak out.” I warned him.

He dropped his hands from my face, “Is everything okay?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know!” I sobbed, my hands wrapping around Matt’s neck, he wraps his arms around my torso and hugs me.

He kisses my neck, “Oh baby, it’s okay. Please, talk to me.” He rubbed my back.

I wiped my eyes and pulled away.

“Matt, i’m pregnant.” I whispered.

“You’re what?” He said surprised, him asking again to make sure he heard me right.

I sobbed at his reaction, “Im sorry! i’ll get an abortion or something or- please don’t leave me i can’t-”

“Y/n, shut up! That’s amazing!” He pulls me in for a tight hug,

“Baby that’s great!” He kisses my cheek.

“You’re not kidding?” He pulls away from the hug to look at me, i cry and shake my head, pulling the pregnancy tests out from under my leg.

“We’re to young, Matt. What if i can’t do it? What if i’m a bad mom? what if-”

Matt cuts me off by kissing me, “No no no, stop. You are going to be a great mother. You can have this baby, y/n.”

“You won’t leave me?” I sniffle.

“Hell no! I’m so fucking happy, y/n.” Matt kisses me again.

“You’re pregnant.” He breathed out.

“I’m pregnant.” I laugh, hugging Matt again.

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I hope this is what you were looking for! Finished it in 40 minutes! thank you for the request and i will probably do the other one tomorrow!

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[ludicdoll]

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄 part 1

farleigh start ☆

pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader

contents: oliver doesn’t exist in this (thank god), reader hooks up with felix for like one second, smoking, mentions of verbal abuse and toxic ex, reader is american, farleigh being a dickhead, felix is a douche in this.

synopsis: after a terrible past relationship that plagued you from ever loving again, you feel yourself starting to develop feelings for a certain someone.

a/n: patiently waiting for archie’s new movie rn.

you couldn’t get into a new relationship after your previous one, and it wasn’t because you were still stuck on him—you’ve definitely moved on. it was just that he treated you so bad to the point where you wouldn’t let yourself feel any romantic emotions toward anyone else. your ex had manipulated, degraded you, even making you feel guilty for spending a second without him. and when you did catch yourself feeling nervous and flirty around someone new, you’d push yourself away. you hate it if you’re being honest. you hate that you have to forcefully distance yourself away from someone because of how petrified you are of being hurt again. and due to this habit, you would go to bars, go back to the guys place, have a one night stand, and immediately leave just to feel something.

you missed being touched and worshipped. although sleeping around didn’t make you feel any better about yourself, it helped you from feeling more lonely. people around oxford knew you as or heard of you sleeping around with people—and of course it gave everyone an awful view of you. you’ve even caught your so called “friends” talking shit about how much of a slut you are. you pretended to not know because you couldn’t afford to lose anymore friends that you already had. now, you found yourself staring up at the white ceilings at the university—in felix’s dorm. he was a good friend to you, and things had gotten heated the night before at a party. you deliberately followed him back to the accommodations and had sex, but you couldn’t remember any details, not like you wanted to anyway. you clutch the blanket above your body, slowly turning your eyes to look over at felix’s sleeping figure. he was snoring rather loudly and if you stayed one more minute in his room, you would spiral into madness. you slowly perk up from the mattress, cringing as the bed creaks with your movements. you squint before throwing your legs over the blanket and snatching your tank top off of the floor.

as you grab your underwear and shimmy it on, you look over your shoulder one last time to check if he was awake—he stirred a bit, but kept sleeping. you pull up your mini skirt, throwing on your heels, then grabbing your bag before tip toeing out of the door. once you’ve made it out of his room, you slowly shut the door, careful to not make a sound. you quickly sprint down the hallway and avoid all the weird stares as you run by. while weaving your way through the crowd, you abruptly slam straight into someone’s chest. you stumble backwards, looking up at who it was.

farleigh.

“woah, woah, woah.” he says with a smirk. his hands find their way to your arms to keep you balanced. you watch as his expression slowly shifts from amusement to slight confusion. “what the hell is going on with you?” he laughs while he bends down at your level to look at you messed up makeup from last night. his finger makes contact with your face to wipe off the stray glitter on your cheek. you don’t move, you just stand there, glaring at him through your lashes. he looks down at his glitter coated fingers then back at you. farleigh raises a brow, a thin smile curling into the sides of his lips. “where have you been?” he asks curiously. you glance around, then clear your throat nervously. “nowhere.” your voice is barely a whisper and your voice cracks in the middle of you doing so. farleigh looks at you with a deadpan look before loudly breaking into laughter. your eyes widen as you look around to see several students looking at the two of you.

your hand goes flying to his chest, slapping him roughy. farleigh immediately stops laughing, looking down at you with a scrunched up face. “ow,” he says playfully. he rubs at the spot you hit, but an arrogant smile is still dancing on his lips. “shut up,” you mumble, “uh oh, who did you sleep with now?” he says it in a way that sounds condescending and playful at the same time, but it makes you flinch. “farleigh, just shut the fuck up. i really don’t have for this.” you say it clear and harsh while you rub your forehead trying to relieve your overbearing headache. his eyes scan your features for a second, a slight scowl forming on his face as he backs away from you. you watch as he turns and walks away, wiping the glitter on the sides of his trousers.

you’re left standing alone in the wide corridor, an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment washes over you when you realize a few people are still staring. “the fuck are you looking at?” you scoff as you push past a group of girls whispering about you.

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you stand outside of the pub doors, constantly checking your phone for any new updates of your friends whereabouts. as you tap on annabel’s contact to text her, you hear a pair of footsteps creeping up to you. you look up and see farleigh, his hair in fresh loose curls, a patterned silky dress shirt unbuttoned a little to expose his chest to finish off the look. you can’t lie, he looks fucking good. his sleeves are rolled up to show the veins running up his arm which makes you squirm slightly against the brick wall. “it’s so nice of you to come early and wait for me.” he says teasingly. you roll your eyes, looking back down at your motorola. he leans over as an attempt to look at your screen before you push him back with your hand. “uhm, privacy?” you say with an annoyed tone. “what? you’re just texting annabel,” he leans up against the wall next to you, pulling a cigarette out of the case in his pocket.

“how’d you know that?” you ask. farleigh looks at you through the side of his eyes, lighting his cigarette. “i know everything,” he replies ominously while blowing the smoke out of his mouth. you hum, silently laughing at his remark. “why are you here so early?” you ask. farleigh shrugs, “why are you here so early?” he repeats while emphasizing the ‘you’. “you can’t keep doing that.” you groan.

“doing what?”

“that,”

“what’s ‘that?’”

“repeating the stuff i say back at me. it’s annoying.”

“oops?”

“you know i always show up early to every event.” you answer his previous question. he looks down at you, blinking. “i know,” he adds. you sigh, looking down at your wedge sandals. the weather outside was warmer than usual tonight, so you dressed accordingly in a thin tube top with a pair of low waisted shorts that showed a little too much more ass than you initially prepared for, and farleigh seems distracted by it. “you gonna find a new victim tonight?” he asks while nodding towards your shorts. you give him a bleak look, shaking your head. “i don’t know farleigh, maybe i will.” you reply snarkily. he clicks his tongue, swiveling his head back around to look straight ahead, taking a long drag from the cigarette between his fingers. although farleigh was a major ass, the two of you were similar in a way. you were definitely more reserved and chill, while he was wild and had no filter whatsoever. but the both of you were stubborn, and conveniently americans, and in farleigh’s words—that’s why he was so eager to be your friend. (he wasn’t)

you could make fun of the british together alone without having them crawl up your spine about it, you could talk about the places you missed in the states and he would understand. as you slowly fall into your own thoughts, you hear your name being called out from afar. you look back up to see camilla, alicia, annabel linking arms with felix, and jake follows closely behind them. “hey!” camilla calls out before pulling you into a hug. you quickly reciprocate the embrace and hug her back, greeting everyone else as you walk through the doors. once everybody is seated, jake does the honors of getting everyone a round of shots, and they all cheer as he gets up with a bow. your sitting next to farleigh, alicia and camilla are sitting on the opposite end. annabel is sitting on felix’s lap, giggling and kissing up on him. you can’t help but feel guilty. just the other night you fucked him, and now your friend has gained an interest in him. felix occasionally looks at you from across the table, a provocative glint in his eyes. you sink into your seat, groaning.

“everybody say thank you!” jake comes back with a tray full of shots, a wide grin on his face. everyone at the table replies with a loud “thank you,” and quickly goes to gulp down all of the glasses. throughout the whole night, you can’t take your eyes off of farleigh. he looked so enchanting tonight, which made you mentally gag from the sudden butterflies you felt in your stomach. an hour goes by of drunken chatter and several rounds of shots, leaving everyone completely wiped out. everyone, but you. you took one, that’s all. farleigh called you a pussy for “chickening out”, but you didn’t care. as the night went on, it slowly came to an end when everybody had to part ways. you watch as annabel and the girls trip over their heels multiple times while making their way outside, giggling and cackling loudly. “goodnight! we’ll see you tomorrow, yea?” annabel calls out as she kisses you goodbye. you nod with a soft smile, but quickly cock your head to the side in confusion. “did you drive here?” you ask in concern. “nooo, wegotaride.” her words slur together with a giggle. “we’ll get a cab, don’t worry about us.” alicia says.

“what about farleigh?” you ask while looking back at his slumped figure against the bricks. he looked sick to his stomach, but he couldn’t stop rambling on about something. “drive him,” felix says with a sheepish smile. “what?” you shout out while they walk off. you pinch your nose bridge, sighing loudly. you turn in defeat, walking over to farleigh. “c’mon,” you say as you throw his arm over your shoulder. you almost fall flat on your face due to his weight and it took you approximately 7 minutes to get him to his car. you cringe as your hands hesitantly search for his keys on his body. you pull them out of his pocket, unlocking the door and quickly shoving him in the backseat of the red seats. you slam the door, resting your arms on the roof of the car. “holy shit,” you breathe out while trying to catch your breathe. farleigh stirs in the backseat, his head resting on the window with a loud thud. you walk over to the drivers seat, starting up the car and backing up from the side of the road.

farleigh calls out your name and you reply with a hum. “wherearewegoin?” he says. “saltburn, you need to sober up.”

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you were thankful that elspeth and sir james was fast asleep, and unfortunately venetia wasn’t home to help you haul her cousin upstairs. so once again, you were forced to drag him up the 50 flight of stairs. it’s been awhile since you’ve been to saltburn, so the location of everything was sort of scrambled in your mind. you ended up dragging him around the estate before finally making it to his room. farleigh instantly lands on his bed, letting out a loud moan of relief. you’re quick to cover his mouth, shushing him. “you’re gonna get us in trouble, shut up!” you whisper-yell. he laughs, licking his lips. “you should stay the night,” he says. you stretch out your neck, feeling an ache running up your back from dragging him around the whole night. “i’m so tired, far.” you reply. “i know, stay here.” you smell a strong scent of whiskey and vodka on him which makes you feel slightly queasy.

you open your mouth to say something, but slump into the persian carpet on the wooden floor out of exhaustion. “okay.” you mutter while grabbing a pillow from his bed and placing it on the ground. you lay your head down and stare into the darkness before slowly drifting off to sleep

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your eyes flutter open, the sunlight basking the room in a golden hue. you shift on the ground, groaning when the sun hits your eyes. you immediately sit up, looking around until your spot farleigh sleeping peacefully above you. “farleigh,” you whisper out. no response. you groan, shaking his arm softly. his eyes finally open with a whine. he takes in a long inhale before looking at you. “mmm?” he hums. “i have to get out of here before elspeth crucifies me.” you say while getting up and straightening out your revealing clothes. he giggles, looking at your figure up and down. you roll your eyes, walking over to his closet and rummaging through his many clothes. you pick out a shirt that was definitely too big for you, throwing it on and pulling on your shorts in an attempt to make them appear longer. “you should stay for breakfast.” farleigh says from behind you. “i know you’re starving.” you hold your stomach, an empty ache proving him right.

you watch in silence as farleigh sits up, slouching and rubbing at his eyes before he finally gets up. as he opens his closet, his head turns back over to you. “is that my shirt?” he asks. you swallow, nodding. “oh, so now you’re stealing my shit?” his voice is laced with amusement and his eyes crinkle from the smile on his face. “shut up,” you whine as you rub your temples. he laughs, grabbing a shirt from the hanger and undressing himself. when he starts unbuttoning his shirt, you can’t help but stare at him. his back was sculpted perfectly and you couldn’t even imagine what he looked like from the front. farleigh seems to pause for a moment before looking over his shoulder to you. “are you gonna stand there like a creep and watch me change?”

“yes,” you reply flatly with a sarcastic smile on your face. “yea, i’m sure you’d love that.” he mumbles with a raspy laugh. you pad over to his door, turning and knob and closing it behind you. you creak down the stairs, making your way to the dining area. you stand in the doorway, freezing when everyone abruptly stops their chatter and turns to look at you. “oh—y/n, dear!” elspeth says. she gets up from her seat, walking to you and pulls you in a tight motherly embrace. her blonde hair was pinned back, her clothes perfectly ironed and smooth, the smell of her dior perfume filled your nostrils. you felt nostalgic in a way. you missed saltburn. “we missed you.” she says. you hug her back, happy that she missed your presence. she pulls away, hands on your shoulders. “let me get a good look at you, darling.” she mumbles as she stares at you up and down. she looks confused and you can tell she doesn’t look very impressed with your appearance. “i stayed the night.” you blurt out to clear the awkwardness. “oh?” elspeth nods slowly, “with venetia, i presume?”

you shudder, looking over her shoulder at venetia, sir james, and surprisingly felix staring at you blankly. “no, with farleigh.” the sound of the silverware against the porcelain plates seem to stop, a quiet air lingering. “farleigh?” she repeats. you nod, an awkward smile on your face. “yea, he got severely drunk last night, and i couldn’t just leave him to drive himself back home.” you rat him out with a satisfied smile. this is what he gets for all the lies he had spread about you at the freshman party from the earlier years. elspeth looks taken aback, a disappointed expression on her face when she spots farleigh walking into the room. he stills, glancing around before looking at you. “what?” he says while seating himself down with the rest of the table. elspeth pats you on the shoulder, “will you be staying for dinner as well?” you’re hesitant, afraid of bothering them by staying. elspeth seems to recognize your hesitant expression, and she rubs your arm. “we’d be delighted to have you.” she smiles warmly. you smile back, nodding as you desperately try to keep your stomach from growling loudly.

you sit down next to felix, his eyes fixated on you. the tables chatter starts back up again thankfully, and you stop holding your breath. “did you come here to see me again?” he asks. you look at him, a confused expression painted on your face. “if you wanted another shag you should’ve told me.” he shovels his eggs into his mouth. “felix, about that—we can’t do it again. annabel’s obviously into you.” you mutter quietly. “what? it’s not like i’m cheating on her. we aren’t together.” but you know that they’ll get together soon, and you know he’s bound to fuck different girls behind her back, you just didn’t want to be one of them. you shake your head, ignoring him. as breakfast went on, elspeth and sir james inquired you on how your studies at oxford was going, and you happily replied.

every once in a while, you felt farleigh’s intense stare on you. but when you look up to meet his eyes, he turns away and looks down at his plate.

once breakfast is over, venetia asks you to come out in the gardens with her to go bask in the morning sunlight and catch up on some “girl time.” you agree, following her out to the back of the mansion. you breathe in the warm air, a relieved sigh leaving your mouth as a cool breeze passes by you. “we all missed you at saltburn, especially farleigh.” she says while wiggling her eyebrows in a way that makes you laugh. “why are you emphasizing his name?” venetia closes her magazine, looking at you with a face that only reads as “really?” she lifts her shades up to her head, adjusting herself in the lawn chair. “you’ve been dancing circles around each other for two years now.” she says. you act oblivious, shrugging your shoulders. “i don’t know what you mean.” venetia lets out a loud groan, “you know what i mean. i’ve seen it myself.” venetia was a hopeless romantic, so she would insert her own opinions and views in anything she could meddle her way into—but you appreciated it.

“well, i’m never getting into a relationship.” you reply with a soft laugh. venetia falls silent, she was aware of your last relationship. you had told her everything when you became bestfriends, and she swore on everything she wouldn’t tell anyone, not even farleigh. “but, you should open yourself up more. farleigh definitely likes you.” venetia says with a cheeky smile. for a second, you daydream about what it would be like to date him, and for a second, it seems perfect

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#archie madekwe #archie madekwe x reader #farleigh start x reader #farleigh #saltburn #saltburn x reader #farleigh start #farleigh x reader

[undercovercameron]

impromptu

summary: you and rafe have some fun in the bathroom of a function

notes: *ROUGH SEX* this is technically a continuation of handcuffed rafe because i wrote it immediately after i wrote that one ,intending on the same reader , but is also 100% able to be a standalone fic! peep the daddy kink i randomly thought of but don’t necessarily have (jury’s still out) and the choking kink teehee (jury has found me guilty on that one)

tags: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 3062

The LED lights flash one last time before the bathroom door slams with a shudder, and you’re pressed up against the wall before you can take a breath. He crowds you close, meeting your mouth in a messy kiss, and you’re moaning so desperately it makes your cheeks flush in embarrassment. His hand finds its place on the side of your neck and you feel him let out a pleased noise as you fall quiet. His other hand pushes up past your shirt and up to your bra, rubbing his thumb on the wire. Your arms fall around his neck, pulling him down closer to you. He tastes like whiskey and smoke, and it only makes the place between your legs throb.

“Rafe,” you breathe when he pulls away and latches his mouth on your neck. “No bruises.”

His nose exhales on your pulse point and his fingers tighten on your neck. His thumb presses on your throat and you hum.

“I’ll bruise you if I want,” he murmurs, and slips his hand past the cup of your bra and slides his thumb past your nipple. “Fucking begging me with the way you’re acting.” He nips at your neck, soothing it with his tongue a second later. A punishment, probably. You’re already envisioning your friends asking you about it tomorrow.

You had been tempting him all night, bending over in that tiny ass skirt to line his coke up right. He tried to get up to talk to Barry, but you kept him on the couch with a hand on his belt.

“I think you’re confusing me with someone else,” you say, panting when he shoves your shirt up and pulls your bra down in one swift motion. His mouth catches your nipple and you just exhale shakily. A hand finds his hair and holds on as he licks and sucks you until your chest is red and erupting in goosebumps. You say his name once more, leaning your head against the wall as your eyelids fall closed in the feeling of his mouth. A knock sounds at the bathroom door, some frantic shouting about having to pee and Rafe just makes an annoyed noise before fumbling under your skirt to get your panties off. You try to help him but he pushes your hands away, shooting you a dangerous look. Fine.

“Could’ve sworn you were going to ride my thigh in there. Filthy bitch.” He rises back up and presses a kiss to your mouth again, satisfying your need for tasting him. “Hold on to the towel rack.”

You roll your eyes, nearly scoffing. The gall of this man, thinking he can boss you around

But he sinks to his knees then, gaze following your eyes, and grabs your leg, hiking it over his shoulder. You frantically grab onto the towel rack with one hand while the other follows his head down, and then he’s burying his face between your legs.

“Fuck,” you exhale, fingers seeking purchase in his soft hair as his tongue pushes through your folds and gives your needy clit some attention. It’s like his mouth was made for this. Your skirt is pulled past your hips, shirt pushed up and bra slid down to expose your tits to the bathroom air. It’s humiliating having him like this, in the middle of a party, but his mouth sucks particularly hard and then you feel no regret. “Yes, Rafe, fuck.” Your head meets the wall again, fed up with trying to see him eating you out for the time being, and your lips part in a truly embarrassing noise. He hums appreciatively and grabs your thigh, hiking it up further on his shoulder. Your other leg shakes with the pressure of holding yourself up, and your fingers cramp with how tight you’re holding.

“So fucking wet,” he says, muffled by your clothes, and pulls back to spit on you. Your mouth hangs open, collecting flies, as he eats you like it’s his goddamn job. “Needy,” he murmurs, and shakes his face.

“Keep talking,” you request, voice raw and chest heaving. “Feels so good when—,”

“Shut the fuck up,” he spits, and takes your other leg up onto his shoulder. You push a hand against the wall and grip tighter on the metal rack. “Running that pretty little mouth. Can’t shut the fuck up for once in your life.”

You bite your lip, fighting off another pornographic noise for the sake of your dignity and the people waiting to use the bathroom outside. The music thumps against the walls and you feel dirty, suddenly aware of what’s happening to everybody else. Rafe Cameron dragging a girl into a bathroom during the middle of the party and drawing sounds from her you wouldn’t want God to hear. And devouring your pussy like his last meal.

“Might have to fuck that right out of you,” he spares one last lick at your clit and bites at your thigh. “Filthy fucking girl, fucking in somebody else’s bathroom.”

“Please,” you reply, and he digs his fingers into your thigh. He really gets into it then, sucking so perfectly at your clit and making noises that your stomach tightens. “Rafe.” You squeeze at his hair and around his head as a warning. “I’m gonna—,”

He pulls away, mouth wet, and rips your hand from the towel rack. You fall pathetically down to the floor, and then he’s tugging you closer and pushing his face back in between your legs. You pulse around his tongue, surely able to feel the beat, and start to whine like a bitch in heat. ‘Please’s fall from your swollen lips, and he’s laughing into your pussy. He lets go from one of your thighs and pushes two large fingers into you, immediately hammering them against your sensitive walls and suctioning his mouth to your clit. You nearly shriek, voice so loud against the noise outside, and pull on his hair.

“Fuck, Rafe!”

And that’s all you need. Your thighs shake around his head, fingers inside of you stroking you expertly, and then you’re cumming into his mouth with a sound high in your throat. You think you hear a “good fucking girl” from him, but your ears are ringing. He doesn’t stop until he feels you squeezing him as tight as a vice, and then he licks a couple time at your clit finally. Your hips try to pull away, but he stays them with two strong hands.

“Too much, Rafe, fuck.”

He finally pulls away, wiping his mouth on the back of a hand. You look completely fucked. Eyes blown wide, cheeks and chest flashes a dark red, and your chest heaving. He pushes his fingers into his mouth, tasting you one more time before fixing you with a kiss so rough you’re whimpering into his mouth.

“There you go,” he whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth with his red lips. He tastes sweet, and the tang of your own slick makes your walls pulse again.

“Dude, I’ve got to fucking piss! Get the fuck out!” Comes from the door with a couple of pounds on the wood. Rafe grunts, rising to his feet, and opens the door with a harsh pull. He passes the threshold, shoulders square and jaw clenching.

“Find another bathroom, pussy. This one’s occupied. Unless you want a bullet in your fucking head.” He nearly bites the dude’s throat, but you don’t get the satisfaction. The guy backs off, seemingly content with finding another bathroom, and Rafe closes the door with a slam.

“Knees,” he says, looking down at you with serious eyes, and starts to unbuckles his belt. You struggle onto your knees, still out of breath. But he dips half through unbuttoning his pants to press another kiss to your mouth and grab a handful of your tits. You rise up, fingers fumbling with his pants, and get them unbuckled. He leans back against the counter, hands bracing on the edge, and watches you like a hawk. His chest heaves. You kiss him through his underwear, feeling the warmth against your cheek and leaving a wet imprint on the fabric.

One large hand finds the side of your head, and he pets your hair as you take his dick out of his underwear and hold it with your warm hands. You kiss it, wanting to tease him, and look up innocently at him.

“I don’t have all day, slut,” he grunts, and grabs a handful of your hair for safekeeping. He grabs your chin between two strong fingers and pulls your mouth open. The head slips past your wet lips, and he nearly moans. But he holds back, wanting you to deserve it. Your tongue swirls, mouth sucking tight, and moves down. The tip taps your throat, and you nearly gag, but Rafe holds your head tight. “Fucking take it,” he bites through his teeth and relishes the way your throat moves in struggle. You hold it, then slowly release when he lets you. You pull back, spitting on his flushed skin, and lay another kiss on the shaft before pushing it back into your mouth. He feels so good, tasting salty and savory like skin, and you want to make him feel good. So you push him further again, and pull back. His breath moves fast in and out of his chest. You look up with his dick in your mouth, eyes watering, and he nearly busts.

With a grunt, he grabs at your arm bracing itself on his leg and pulls you into a standing position. He grabs the back of your neck and switches places, pressing you hard against the marble of the sink countertop. He jerks your head back, jaw tight, and forces you to look at yourself.

“Look at you. So fucking filthy.” He grins, watching you shudder and press back into him. His dick jumps at the feeling of your ass pressed against it. “Take your shirt off.”

You oblige, ripping it off your head, and your bra falls with one movement of his fingers.

“Can you…?” You start, hopeful at the prospect of feeling his bare chest on you, but he stays silent and drags your skirt to the floor. You’re once again struck at the situation, him completely clothed in gray pants and a striped navy shirt about to fuck a completely nude you. It makes your stomach tense. He grabs at your neck again and presses himself along the back of your body, laying a kiss to your shoulder.

“Bend over,” he murmurs, but you turn your head to the side for a kiss first. He grants you one, feeling giving, and then manhandles you over the sink with your cheek pressed against the counter. He fumbles with his pants again, belt jingling, and then presses himself carefully into you. The immediate tightness and warmth makes him groan, head falling back and eyes rolling. You see it through the mirror and squeeze on him. He digs his hands into your ass and bottoms out with one swift move.

“Yes,” you whine into the counter, turning your head to the side to catch a glimpse of him. But he grabs a handful of your hair and jerks your head back.

“Don’t fucking look at me. Look at you.” He grins at you, pulling back slightly onto to push back in. “Begging for my dick.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you sigh quietly, and his dick literally twitches in you.

“What was that?” He grits out, and yanks your hair again. You cry out, eyes falling closed.

“No-nothing. Fuck me.”

“No, no, no,” he chants, and grabs your throat with one big hand. You scramble to hold onto his wrists when he pulls you back towards him, fingers tight on your neck, and gasp for air. “Say that again.” He buried his nose in your hair. “Say it.”

“Please—Daddy.”

“Oh…” He mutters, voice suddenly threatening. “Oh, you’re filthy. Filthy fucking girl.” He punctuates his words with a jerk of his hips that presses the tip of his dick nearly to your cervix. You’re sure he meant it as a punishment, but it feels like a reward. (You hope he cums in you, but you keep that to yourself for now.) “Dirty fucking— fuck.” You squeeze around him. He drops you again, pressing a hand to your back with one hand while reaching between your legs and finding your clit with two fingers. “Come on.”

Your head knocks into the mirror with the force of his pounding into you, and you swear you meet God. He feels so good, so deep in you, that you can’t control the noises you’re making. It's a senseless babble, but he eats it up just the same. You grab onto the counter frantically, pushing the soap and towel onto the floor as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. Like an animal. He pulls his shirt up and holds it between his teeth, wanting a clear view of what he’s doing to you.

“Look at that,” he sighs, fingers fast between your legs. “You’ll be able to feel me for days.”

“Yes,” you say, encouraging him, and push back on him despite your impending orgasm. “Yes, yes, Daddy. Fuck me.”

His heart smacks the wall of his chest, and he looks up at the ceiling with closed eyes.

“Rafe,” you say, hands flailing and reaching back to touch his abdomen. “Rafe—fuck, please.”

“I know, sweet girl,” he pants, and spits into his hand before reaching and rubbing you fast and hard. Your cheeks are on fire, and your legs shake miserably. Thank God for this sink.

“So good. So good for me,” he exhales, leaning over your sticky back with a hand braced on the mirror. You pray he doesn’t shatter it with his effort.

“I—Rafe—fuck.” You cry and then finally cum again, blood rushing and heart beating itself out of your chest. You clench down on him, and his dick jumps.

“There you go. There you fucking go.” He grabs at your shoulder and pulls you back to his chest, and you close your eyes and will away the dull pain of him fucking you into oversensitivity. “Such a good fucking girl,” he pushes out between his teeth, and his eyes close as he cums into you. His shoulders shake and he nearly falls into you but catches himself with a hand on the counter.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah,” you pant, and try to steady your legs.

But he pulls away, hands spinning you and pushing you back up onto the counter in a sitting position.

“Rafe—please, it’s too much—,” is all you get out before he’s dipping his head and latching his mouth onto your fucked raw pussy and curling his tongue into you. You lean back up against the mirror, legs twitching as his teeth brush your still-buzzing clit, and let him have his fun.

When he’s cleaned you out, he dips for a filthy, wet kiss to your lips and hums contentedly.

“Rafe.” You press a hand to his chest and chase his lips as he pulls away. “I don’t think I can walk, baby.”

“Yes, you can,” he scoffs, and scoops your ass in his hands to get you on your feet. Your knees buckle immediately, and you grab onto the side of the counter and his forearm.

“Did I not fucking tell you?” You say, looking up at him stubbornly.

“Still got a mouth on you,” he comments, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. He presses a kiss to your neck. “I’ll get you home one way or another.”

“Whose home?” You ask, fingers still tight on his arm as you try to take a step towards your clothes. Nope. Not happening.

“Mine,” he says, making a face at you, and bends to pick up your clothes. “Fuck you mean?”

“I’m not making up those fucking stairs, Rafe. Your house is like three stories.”

“I’ll get Sarah to help.”

“No, no— you are not asking your 16 year old sister to help carrying me up the stairs. No way.”

“Okay, my dad then.” He smiles at you, mocking, and helps your shirt back over your head.

“Now that I wouldn’t mind.” You grin up at him, eyes mischievous. He bends, one hand on your neck, and kisses your mouth. You make a noise and curl a hand around his shoulders, loving his mouth for the millionth time tonight. It might start to become a kink.

“Finally quiet,” he remarks smartly, grabbing his shirt and opening the bathroom door. “Coming?” He smirks.

“Yeah, like twice, thanks.” You struggle into a standing position and gesture for him to help. He just sighs, but relents. He grabs your waist in one large arm and hauls you into his side.

“Needy fucking thing. Can’t even walk.” He sighs and you two push past the throng of people in the hallway towards the front door.

“Your fault. Like most things.” You say into his ear, and he just gives you a look. “My bad.” You’re grinning when you breach the door and the cool night air feels incredible on your hot skin.

“Thank you for your help, Daddy.” You smooth a hand up his neck to his hair, and he shivers.

“Just get the in the fucking car.”

(Sarah hears you two coming in close to three, and wanders out onto the landing.

“Y/N?” She calls, and you look up. She sees his hand around your waist, and quirks her head. “What’re you guys doing?”

“Go to bed, Sarah,” Rafe says loudly, glancing up at her with his jaw clenched.

“What happened?” She holds onto the railing, chewing her lip as you two climb the stairs slowly

“Sarah,” he warns, but you smack his shoulder.

“Nothing. I just fell in the bathroom.” You smile politely up at her. Rafe snorts. You smack him again, and Sarah is even more confused.

“What were you doing?”

“Dancing,” you reply, the corners of your lips curling up. Rafe stays silent, and it dawns on Sarah and her face suddenly contorts in disgust.

“You two are disgusting. Now I’m going to bed.” She disappears from the railing, then comes back only a second later. “Try not to be too loud tonight. These walls are thin.”

You salute up at her and watch Rafe’s mouth twitch.)

#obx #obx smut #obx x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron one shot #rafe cameron x you #rafe x reader #rafe x you

[zehakoo]

sugar | myg

pairings » ceo!yoongi x f. reader

genre » strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff, smut

summary » desperately in need of sugar to make coffee in order to ease down your headache, you find yourself knocking on a strangers door who happens to be your best friend’s friend and the finest man you’ve ever encountered.

warnings » drinking, swearing, kissing, pool party, cold yoongi, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, foreplay, blowjob, fingering, dirty talk, making out, some nipple play, begging, praise kink, orgasm control, hair grabbing, penetration, teasing, just yoongi being hot

word count » 11k

a/n » some italics part indicate past dialogues and some indicate personal thoughts.

You had just finished placing the last few boxes in your new apartment with the help of your friend, Hoseok.

“Thank you so much Hobi! I don't think I could've done this without you.” You said, smiling at him.

“Are you crazy Y/N? Don't thank me, what are friends for?” He retorted, being offended by the fact that you thought he wouldn’t have helped you, whether you asked him to or not.

“No it’s just that you’ve been busy and I didn't want to bother you. I'd feel horrible knowing you can’t rest the one day you’re free just because of me.” You explained, feeling a bit guilty.

“Hey, it’s all cool. I'm glad you finally found yourself an apartment though, it's nice here.” He replied, looking around the place as you can see how satisfied he was with the amount of sunlight approaching the room.

“Indeed it is.” You nodded, agreeing with him.

It finally feels like home, your home.

“Better treat me to a nice dinner later missy.” He joked making you chuckle.

“Of course mister. After I set up the apartment properly that is.” You joked back.

“Do you need help with setting anything up? You know I can always jus—“

You sighed before walking up to him and intertwining your hands with his.

”Hobi, I'm fine. I want to do this all on my own now. I really appreciate your help though, you’ve been nothing but a hardworking and supportive best friend. Thank you so much for always being there for me, I love you.” You blurted out.

“Now, should I take that as you officially confessing your love for me Y/N?” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “As friends Hoseok, but seriously, thank you so much for everything.”

“Of course, anytime, I’m just a call away you know.” He said, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a hug.

You hummed, instantly giving into his warm body with your head resting on his chest. Both of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes until the sudden ringing of a phone made you two pull apart. Hoseok fetched his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans and widened his eyes looking at the caller ID.

“Shit! I need to go Y/N. Sorry, I forgot I had to meet mom today.”

“It's fine Hobi, thanks once again and tell your mom I said ‘hi’.” You replied, leading him to the door.

“Will do.” He asserted, opening the door to walk out.

“By the way my friend lives in that apartment. If you need anything you can ask him, I'll let him know about you.” He said, pointing at a door across the hallway to which you nodded.

“Alright thanks Hobi, bye!” You beamed.

“Bye Y/N,” and with that he left. You went back inside, closed the door and leaned your back on it. You admired your apartment space and tried to figure out where to start setting up from.

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After 10 long hours, you finally sat down on the sofa you had just finished arranging.

“My head hurts now.” You whined.

Knowing exactly what you need to ease it down, you made your way towards the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. However, you realized that your plan of getting groceries today didn’t work out and you didn’t have any sugar left in the house.

A sudden thought of calling Hoseok to bring you some came to your mind but you quickly dismissed it knowing it’s 10pm. You didn’t want to bother him anymore. That's when your mind clicked, recalling Hoseok's words before he left.

His friend.

For a good 7 minutes, you debated on whether you should knock and ask for some sugar or not before finally concluding your decision. You definitely need a cup of coffee or your headache will get even worse and you know you won’t move a single inch to finish setting up the left bit of the apartment.

“Fuck it!” You mumbled and quickly slid a purple hoodie over your tank top before leaving your apartment.

Standing in front of a door similar to yours, you took a deep breath before knocking on it. You don’t even know why you’re so nervous, he’s Hoseok's friend and your neighbor. Neighbours help each other right?

Not getting any response back the first time, you knocked again. Still not getting any response, you decided to leave but the door suddenly opened. You stood there in shock, seeing such a handsome man standing by the door. He was wearing an oversized white shirt over black track pants with a white towel wrapped around his neck. It looked like he just came out of the shower and was trying to dry his wet locks.

“Yes?” He questioned in a deep voice, staring straight into your soul.

“Umm hey, I don’t know if he told you yet but I’m Hoseok's friend that moved in. I ran out of sugar and I needed it this instant, so is it okay if I can borrow some? I’ll make sure to give you bac—“

Thud.

What the fuck. Did he just slam the door on your face? What does he think of himself? Of course you just had to encounter another person with good looks but a shitty personality. You never knew Hobi had such a rude friend. You scoffed and started walking back to your apartment but suddenly heard the door behind you click open again.

“Where are you going?”

You immediately turn around only to spot Hoseok's friend standing, peeking out his door.

“I thought yo—“ before you could complete your sentence you saw him walking towards you.

“Take the whole pack, I'm not wasting time taking out only a bit.” He stated, handing over a whole 2kg bag of sugar.

“Oh I don’t need that mu—“

“Just take it. Pay me a quarter back later.” He retorted, pushing it further to you as you took it.

Guess he’s not that bad, just a man with a cold personality.

“Uh okay, thanks—“ before you could even ask for his name or say anything, he was already walking back to his place. You watched him stop in-front of his doorway and reach his hand out to twist the door knob, before briefly glancing at you.

“It’s nice finally meeting you Y/N, I'm Yoongi.”

Thud.

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It's been two days since you moved in and had that encounter with Yoongi. You remember ranting to Hoseok about it yesterday which only led him to erupt into laughter.

“He’s just like that Y/N, at least he gave you some sugar. He was probably tired from work so don't think too much. Yoongi doesn’t talk much but he’s nice.”

Although he has good looks you wish to never face him again, but here you are. Hoseok’s words ringing in your head as you once again find yourself standing in front of his door. Before you could even knock, the door opened itself revealing Yoongi. You can see that he was also in the same shock as you. I mean why wouldn’t he be? He definitely wouldn’t have expected you out of everyone to be standing by his doorway, first thing on a Monday morning.

“Good morning! I just wanted to return your pack of sugar and pay for it, here’s the money.” You said, extending the quarter and the pack of sugar to him.

“Oh, thanks.”

Your eyes then finally travelled down to his outfit. He was wearing a black blazer with a white shirt underneath, neatly tucked into his black dress pants as one of his hands carried a pair of shades. You looked back up and noticed how his hair was neatly parted through the middle.

Fuck he looks hot.

One thing about Hoseok, that man has some really good looking fucking friends. You’ve met three of them before Yoongi. If you may recall, the three being Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin. You don’t think you have ever seen a friend group consisting of such good looking people, to be honest. He hasn’t introduced you to the other two yet but you’re sure they’re probably hella fine as well.

“Do you need anything else?” You didn’t realize that you had been staring at him so his voice slightly made you flinch.

“Huh? Uh no sorry i’ll take my leave now, thank you once again.” You smiled to which he nodded, and you left.

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“Mom you didn’t have to, you know?” You said to your mom as the two of you were in the elevator, going up to your apartment.

“Don’t be ridiculous Y/N. My daughter bought her own apartment with her own money for the first time and you think I wouldn’t come visit?” She retorted.

“I don’t mean it like that, it’s a 2 hour drive away and dad is sick.“

“Your dad is fine now and just recently started going back to work, don’t worry too much.” She assured, as the both of you had walked out the elevator and made it in front of your apartment door.

“Alright, I'm sure he didn’t come since he would be busy catching up with work so I’ll go meet him at the company sometime this week.” You said, opening the door with your keys.

“Of course, he’ll be so happy to see you.” She beamed.

When the two of you stepped foot inside, your mom began scanning the whole place. Going through the whole apartment, she kept the same look until the two of you had sat down on the sofa.

“Oh my god Y/N, it’s beautiful, I love it!” She exclaimed, making you chuckle.

“I’m glad you liked it, I worked hard on arranging everything nicely with the help of Yoora of course.”

“It looks wonderful! I'm so proud of you and speaking of Yoora, how is she and Hoseok?” Your mom asked, holding your hands.

“Yoora and Hoseok are both fine, just busy these days. They sent their greetings to you though,” you replied.

“Make sure to send my greetings back, tell them that I miss them and am very thankful that you have friends like them.”

“That would definitely boost their ego but will do,” you said, making the two of you laugh.

You spent almost 4 hours talking to your mom and even facetimed Hoseok and Yoora in the middle. The two complained about how busy they were with work while you were lucky enough to have 2 weeks off. The three of you have been best friends since you were 5 so all your parents loved the three of you like their own children. Your mom and the two had the time of their life talking to each other after so long. It was almost around 8pm when you heard knocking on your door. Who would it be at this time? You wondered.

“You had someone coming over?” Your mom asked.

“No but I think the parcel I ordered came in. Let me go check,” you answered as she nodded.

You got up and walked towards the door. Once you opened it, you were greeted by the sight of a huge brown box and a man dressed in a simple black hoodie and jeans. His hair was fluffy too. Very boyfriend material of him but he wasn’t a delivery man—

“Yoongi?”

“Uh hey, you actually had this box outside your door this afternoon and you weren’t home so I took it to my place in case someone takes it.” He nervously explained.

Cute.

“Oh my god, thank you so much!” You exclaimed.

“It’s a bit heavy, let me help you carry it inside.” He insisted, seeing you struggling to get the box in.

“Oh thanks, I'm so sorry you had to carry it to your place.” You apologized thinking of how he might’ve struggled to carry your huge and heavy parcel to his apartment. Hoseok was right, he is nice.

“Right here is fine Yoongi, thank you once again,” you said, finally placing the box down.

“It’s fin-“

“Oh my, who might this young man be?” You heard your mom ask.

Oh shit, you completely forgot she was here.

“He’s just my neighbour, don’t assume anything mom.” You declared before she could say anything more.

“You know you don’t have to hide anything from me right?” She smiled as you saw how Yoongi's eyes widened, understanding what she meant.

“Mom. I’m not hiding anything, he lives across the hallway we met just a couple days ago.”

“Well then invite this handsome neighbour of yours for dinner at least.”

“Mom!” You whined showing her exactly how embarrassed and mad you are.

“It’s nice to meet you ma'am and thank you for your invite but I’m afraid I can’t accept it as I have other plans and need to leave sorry.”

That was so formal, he sounded so nice.

“Oh I see, such a respectful man. Please come next time when you’re free, I'm sure Y/N can cook you some delicious food.”

“Uh of course ma'am, have a goodnight, I’ll take my leave now.” Yoongi stated before locking eyes with you and walking out the door.

As soon as you heard the door shut, you immediately locked it and rushed towards your mom to rant about what just happened and how embarrassing it was.

“We should go eat Y/N,” your mom said, having enough of you rambling on and on.

You sighed, “you’re right. I'm very hungry, let's go eat!”

You were now walking back to your apartment after dropping off your mom by the car your dad had sent for her to go back from. She left a little while after having dinner and made sure to convince you to befriend Yoongi and possibly start dating him.

There’s no way you would. You two don’t even know each other and he’s too rude sometimes.

Speaking of Yoongi, you need to apologize to him about your mom. You know there’s no way you’d face him after the embarrassing situation that occurred so you texted him instead. Surprisingly he texted back in just a few minutes.

[y/n] 9:38pm: Hey, this is y/n

[y/n] 9:39pm: I just wanted to apologize for how my mom reacted. I’m so sorry, she’s just like that, I hope you understand and forget whatever happened.

[yoongi] 9:43pm: it’s okay, I already forgot

[yoongi] 9:43pm: but how did you get my number?

[y/n] 9:43pm: from hoseok

[yoongi] 9:45pm: alright, well I gtg

[y/n] 9:46pm: oh ok bye goodnight

[yoongi] 9:46pm: gn

dry texter but whatever, now that that’s cleared, you can peacefully sleep.

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“Yoora, I’m on my way to meet dad right now, I’ll call you later okay.” You said, eyes focused on the road ahead of you.

“You better call though, I have some important news to share.”

“Okay okay don’t worry, I will. I need to know your tea anyways.”

You heard her chuckle, “trust me you would love it.”

“On second thoughts, tell me now.” You retorted, getting excited about the ‘important news’ she wanted to share.

“Nope, call me later bye!”

“Yoora no!” You yelled but she hung up already.

You wondered what happened in the span of 3 days that got her so excited. The last time you talked was when your mom was here. She was completely fine and normal so something big definitely happened. Thinking about Yoora and her important news, you didn’t even realize that you already reached your dad's company.

Parking the car and walking inside the tall glass building, you were greeted by the two beautiful receptionists who immediately recognized you as the chairman’s daughter.

“Hey, is dad free?” You asked the receptionist at the front desk.

“He’s in his office Miss Y/N, but I’ll call him and let him know you’re here.” She responded.

“Uh no! I actually wanted to surprise him so there is no need to inform him. I’ll just go.” You protested.

“Alright but he has someone over right now.”

“It's okay, I'll just wait outside his office till he’s done.” You said.

“As you wish Miss Y/N.” She respectfully bowed.

You returned it and walked towards your dad's office being all excited to meet him and ready to scold him for getting sick. Once you reached the hallway to your dad’s office, you were surprised to see a familiar figure and someone you thought you would never meet here of all places.

“Yoongi? What are you doing here?” You questioned as you walked up to him.

“Y/N?” He raised a brow turning towards you.

“You two know each other?” Your dad beamed in.

“Dad!” You exclaimed and jumped into his arms.

“Hey sweetheart, how are you?” He asked.

“I'm all good, how are you now?”

“Much better, especially now that you're here.” He replied, ruffling your hair as the two of you chuckled.

“Anyways back to my question, you two know each other?” Your dad asked once again.

“We’re neighbours.” Yoongi and you retorted at the same time.

“Dad, how do you know him and why are you here Yoongi?” You questioned both of them.

“He’s the CEO of Min Productions, we just finalized a deal and collaboration.” Your dad proudly announced.

You were beyond shocked. Yoongi, Min Yoongi, your neighbour, Hoseok's friend, he is the CEO of one of the biggest companies in all of South Korea.

“I was going to tell you about him to help with your work but good thing you came. Maybe we can just discuss all that right now. If that’s fine with you and Yoongi of course.” Your dad said, eyeing the two of you.

“Sure, I don’t have any other schedule for today.” Yoongi confirmed.

“Perfect! How about you Y/N?” Your dad asked.

“Oh yea sure.” You replied, still baffled about the new information you had just learned about Yoongi.

With that, the three of you went inside your dad's office and discussed a few deals, details and designs you could all work on. Your dad had two companies and you were working in the other smaller one. The companies were known for their great interior house designing. Yoongi's company being the biggest and most famous one in that field.

“I want to do something big this time.” Your dad heaved out. He was sitting on the couch beside you and in front of Yoongi, deep in thought about what he can do.

“What do you mean by that dad?” You muddled.

“Maybe a showcase-like exhibition.” Yoongi remarked, ignoring your confused state.

“Perfect! That’s a great idea, we'll do that.” Your dad happily exclaimed.

“Wait, so we’ll hold an exhibition with our new designs? Like how Ikea has those fake displays?” You asked, amazed by the idea.

“Something exactly like that.” Yoongi confirmed.

“Oh my god, you’re so smart. I’m sure this will benefit all our companies ” You exclaimed jolting up from your seat, making both Yoongi and your dad look up at you surprised.

“Uh sorry I just got a bit excited.” You murmured and sat back down making your dad chuckle.

“Yoongi, do you have any set date for the exhibition in mind?” Your dad asked, looking back at him.

“How about 4 months from now? Our company is low on furniture stock right now so it’ll take about a month to get them and 2-3 months to set all the designs.” Yoongi replied.

“Hmm, I think that’s great. Within the month you guys get furniture we can make the presentations with selected designs and a location to display the exhibition.” You suggested.

“Yea sure, we can have another meeting to discuss that later.” Yoongi said to which you and your dad both nodded.

A few minutes later your dad’s words were interrupted by a spam of text messages on your phone.

“Sorry Dad, I'm just gonna check to see if everything is fine.” You said, pulling out your phone to which he nodded and continued talking to Yoongi.

[yoora] 2:13pm: are you done yet???

[yoora] 2:13pm: please tell me you are

[yoora] 2:14pm: it’s been almost 4 hours

[yoora] 2:14pm: I still need to share my news

[yoora] 2:14pm: it’s important.

[yoora] 2:15pm: pleaseee Y/N!!

[yoora] 2:15pm: reply or i’ll never tell you.

[y/n] 2:16pm: jeez woman you need to stop spamming!

[yoora] 2:16pm: fucking finally!!!

[y/n] 2:16pm: and fyi, it’s only been 3 hours

[yoora] 2:16pm: same thing

[y/n] 2:17pm: anyways, i’m almost done here so tell me where to meet you

[yoora] 2:17pm: my place.

[y/n] 2:17pm: alright, see you soon

[yoora] 2:17pm: okayy see you soon!!

“Dad I actually have to leave right now.” You announced, closing your phone screen.

“So suddenly? Is everything okay?” He asked, face frowning with concern. Yoongi was staring at you as well.

“Yes dad everything is fine. I just need to go drop by at Yoora’s place.” You responded.

“Oh I see, take care and send my greetings her way.” He said standing up.

“Will do, I’ll leave now and please take care of yourself.” You said, hugging your dad. Your eyes then landed on Yoongi.

“Uh it’s an honour to be working with you Mr. Min.” You said professionally, extending your hand towards him.

You heard him chuckle, showing off his gummy smile before responding to your handshake. “Just call me Yoongi.”

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“You have a what!” You yelled, choking on the water you were gulping down.

“I have a boyfriend.” Yoora stuttered out, playing with her fingers.

“Oh my god Yoora, this is huge!” You exclaimed, putting aside the glass of water and holding her hands.

“I know, he’s actually coming over in a few minutes.” She said, making you widen your eyes.

“Why did you call me then! Do I know him? What’s his name? How long have you been dating?” You bombarded her with questions.

“Y/N calm down, I wanted to tell you before anyone and I don’t think you know him but you’ve definitely heard of him. He’s actually one of Hoseok's friends.” Yoora said, making you frown.

“Really? Who?” You questioned.

Before she could even reply, the doorbell rang.

“I think that’s him.”

You watched as Yoora walked over to the door, opened it and got crushed by a muscular figure hugging her.

“Hi babe, I missed you.” You heard a deep male voice, followed by a chuckle and a “I missed you too.” from Yoora. You smiled at that as you were beyond happy for your best friend.

As the couple walked in, you stood up from the couch and finally saw the man's face. Hoseok's friend huh? Once again very good looking.

“Hey you must be Y/N. I’m Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, It’s nice finally meeting you.” He introduced himself, extending his hand towards you.

“So you’re the man that stole my best friend's heart and my other best friend's car. It’s nice finally meeting you too, Jungkook.” You joked whilst shaking his hand.

“I— let’s not talk about the car incident. Hoseok still hates me for that.” He nervously laughed, making both you and Yoora chuckle.

“Anyways how and since when have you two been dating?” You asked curiously.

“Uh we’d been talking for 7 months after the party we met in and started dating 3 months ago.” Jungkook said, making you squint your eyes at Yoora. She told you about meeting this hot guy at the one party you couldn’t attend, but never told you that they had been talking afterwards.

“I’m sorry, I know I should have told you sooner but we wanted to be sure about our relationship before telling anyone and don’t be mad, you’re still the first one to know anyways.” Yoora apologetically retorted and you immediately softened your eyes.

“It’s fine, I’m so happy for you both. Jungkook please keep her happy and never break her heart or I swear I’ll kill you.” You threatened him.

“I swear I won’t, I love her too much.” He confessed looking at Yoora. You saw the love he had for her in his eyes and how flustered Yoora got.

He’s definitely the one for her.

“Well I guess I’ll leave you two be, don’t want to to be a third wheel.” You laughed.

“No no please don’t. I know you’re free today and we haven’t been hanging out a lot lately. Jungkook doesn't mind, I already told him.” She pleaded. Your eyes wandered off to Jungkook for confirmation and he nodded with a smile.

“Are you sure?” You asked, still having second thoughts.

“We’re sure, we can watch a movie if you’d like.” Jungkook suggested.

You sighed and smiled. “Alright, sounds good.”

Yoora squealed and stood up, “I’ll go get the popcorn and some drinks ready!”

“Why don’t you two catch up and choose a movie while I go get that hm?” Jungkook insisted, leaving a peck on Yoora’s forehead before heading towards the kitchen.

As soon as he left, you immediately hugged Yoora.

“Oh my god! He’s so sweet and good looking, literally your type.” You quietly exclaimed.

“I know right! I’m so glad I didn't ditch that party Hobi took me too that day. The guys there and Hoseok's friends were so nice and hot. You would’ve found yourself a man as well.” She excitedly whispered back.

You quietly chuckled, “I admit Hoseok’s friends are really nice and hot but you know why I couldn’t come.”

“Right, speaking of that, I forgot to ask how it went with your dad. How’s he feeling now?”

“Much better, he’s been taking all his medications on time and started working again. Dad also sent his greetings your way.” You smiled.

“That’s great! Make sure to send my greetings back to him,” She replied, making you nod.

“Of course! Well, let's choose a movie now.” You said, grabbing the remote from the table.

“Marvel!” The two of you exclaimed.

“Spider-man!” You jumped up, causing you both to laugh out loud.

“I heard Marvel and Spider-man, I’m so ready to watch.” Jungkook beamed, coming out of the kitchen with popcorn, drinks and other snacks in his arms.

“Jungkook, you're a Marvel and Spider-man fan too!” You excitedly asked.

“No shit Sherlock, who isn’t?” He cockily responded, making the three of you laugh.

“Okay, okay, let’s watch!”

You didn’t even realize when the three of you finished watching 3 movies before ordering a take out and leaving her place. It was really fun and Jungkook was an amazing guy. You’re so happy for Yoora.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

“Y/N please come to the party!” Yoora whined over the phone while you were cooking yourself some pasta for dinner.

“But—“

“No buts, you’re coming and that's final.” She stated.

“I’m not sure about it though.” You sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Oh come on, Jimin literally called and personally invited you.”

“I know but we’re not so close.”

“So what? Me, Jungkook and Hoseok, we’re all going to be there as well.” She retorted, trying to convince you for the past 15 minutes now.

“Fine, but I don’t have a—“

“Don't even worry about that. I have a sexy black one piece you could wear. Just decide on a suitable dress or some shorts and a nice top to go along with it.”

“Okay, thanks.”

She knows you too well.

“Don’t thank me, you know our rule.” She said, trying to sound mad.

“Right my bad.” You chuckled.

“Oh Jungkooks here! I'll call you tomorrow and drop off the one piece.” She exclaimed.

“Yeah sure.” You replied.

“Perfect! I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye.”

“Yeah see you, bye.” With that, the two of you ended the call.

Jimin had called you three days ago, inviting you to his house for a pool party which was being held on Saturday. You weren’t sure if you’d go since you’d only met each other once and weren’t too close. However, now that Yoora had successfully ended up convincing you to attend the party, you realized it wasn’t such a bad idea. You could spend some time with Hoseok, Yoora and some other friends.

It had also been a little over a month since you had started working on the exhibition with Yoongi. As promised, you did all the research on possible locations and compiled various interior designs to use for display. You’d definitely be using this pool party as a way to unravel and celebrate the successful presentation you gave a few days prior. You’d been quite nervous as you didn’t want to disappoint your father or Yoongi. Despite your nerves, you decided to go ahead with it. Turned out that you had done remarkably well, impressing Yoongi as a turnout.

Today was Thursday, meaning you’d only have a day to prepare yourself. Most of tomorrow will be gone as you know you’ll find yourself drowning in work. The party is in the evening of Saturday so you’ll get everything ready the morning prior.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

You stood by the edge of your bed, staring at the pile of mess you just made. You were frustrated and confused as to what to wear to the party later in the evening.

Not wanting to spoil your whole mood, you decided to facetime Yoora and let her decide. As you were about to call her, something clicked in your mind.

You totally forgot.

You knew it’d be rude to call her in the middle of this so you decided to break it down to two outfits. You took pictures wearing both and just sent her the pics.

[y/n] 12:18pm: Yoora I know you're having lunch with Jungkook and his parents but when you have time please choose which one I should wear.

*insert image*

*insert image*

After you quickly sent the text, you ran to the kitchen to grab some food to eat. You were really excited about the pool party. The one piece Yoora gave was indeed sexy and fits your body perfectly. You sure were going to have fun tonight.

As soon as you sat on the sofa with a bag of doritos, you received a notification. You smiled and clicked on it knowing it’ll just be Yoora but—

What the fuck!?

[yoongi] 12:23pm: Y/N? this is Yoongi, I think you’ve got the wrong person.

[y/n] 12:24pm: oh my god! I'm so sorry I think I misread yours and Yoora’s name.

[yoongi] 12:24pm: Oh it’s fine

Your heart was beating so fast right now. You accidentally sent two pictures of yourself to Yoongi. It took you about a good six minutes to calm down but as soon as you were okay, you received another notification

[yoongi] 12:32pm: If you're open to receive another opinion though, I'd say the second one.

You blinked your eyes and kept staring at the text. Not gonna lie, that did something to your heart. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

[y/n] 12:35pm: oh alright thanks

[yoongi] 12:37pm: np:)

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

[hobi] 5:56pm: hey I’m downstairs

[y/n] 5:56pm: give me two mins i’ll be down

[hobi] 5:56pm: okay I’m waiting

You quickly fix your hair, put on your wedges and give yourself a quick glance in the mirror before leaving your apartment.

You are going to go to Jimin's party with Hoseok today. It’s been a while since you last met him considering his sudden trip to Chicago for two weeks.

Stepping out of the apartment entrance, you saw Hoseok leaning against his silver BMW. He didn’t notice you as his eyes were too focused on his phone.

“Hobi!” You beam, running up to him.

“Hey Y/N!” He beams back, trapping you into a bear hug.

“You look nice.” He compliments, eyeing your blue jean shorts and black off shoulder crop top which show off your belly piercing and sharp collarbones.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You retort, eyeing his white shorts and blue striped shirt.

“I never look bad.” He states whilst adjusting the shades resting on his head, making you roll your eyes.

“Anyways, how was Chicago?” You ask.

“It was amazing! I met a girl there actually.” He answers, making your eyes widen.

“Oh my god what!” You exclaim, causing him to let out a chuckle at your reaction.

“I’ll tell you on the way, get in the car first or we’ll be late.” He remarks, already walking towards the driver seat.

“Oh yea let’s go.” You say, opening the car door and settling yourself in.

Once he starts driving, your curiosity grows bigger.

“So?” You start, staring at his side profile.

“So what?” He asks, taking a quick glance at you before staring back at the road. You know he knows exactly what you’re referring to.

“Jung Hoseok.” His name comes sternly out your mouth.

“Fine fine, her name is Aera. She's actually Korean and is currently studying at a law school in Chicago. She still has a year to go and then she’ll come back.”

“Stop, that's so cool. So you’ll wait till she comes back?” You curiously ask.

“Yeah we both seem to like each other and we’ve been talking ever since I got back.” He shyly replies.

“Hobi, that’s great! Omg I'm so happy for you.” You squeal as he thanks you before turning on some music.

“To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I’d be available to pick you up tonight so I was going to tell Yoongi to bring you along with him.”

“Wait. Yoongi’s coming?” You ask, horror evident in your eyes.

“Of course we’re all friends, he’s Jimin's friend too, did you forget?” He laughs, eyes still focused on the road.

Great, just great. Now you have to face him after accidentally sending him your pics. Can this get any worse and embarrassing? You know you had to face him on Monday for work but within 5-6 hour after the incident…

After about 15 minutes, you see Hoseok pulling up at a parking lot with a huge mansion behind it.

Jimin lives here what the fuck!

“This isn’t Jimin's house, it's his family farm house.” Hobi confirms, as if he read your mind.

“Oh I see, it’s really pretty.” You mumble.

“It is. Now quit staring at it and let’s go in, I'll finally introduce you to Taehyung as well,” he says, making you nod. You follow him to the door and watch him ring the bell. When the door opens, the two of you are greeted by Jimin himself.

“Hoseok! Hey bro.” Jimin pulls Hoseok into a hug before turning towards you.

“Y/N hey! Glad you made it, it's been a while huh?” He exclaims, reaching in for a hug which you gladly accept.

“It sure has, thank you for inviting Jimin.” You beam a smile at him.

“Of course anytime, we’re friends now.” He smiles in return.

“But she’s my best friend.” Hoseok speaks in between, making you playfully hit his shoulder.

“Yeah yeah anyways, come in and make yourself at home.” Jimin says, guiding the two of you inside.

As soon as you step in, you are hit by the smell of alcohol as the song Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars blasts loudly through the speakers. Of course the first thing you notice is the beautiful interior of the house, you were amazed by it. Then you notice people scattered all around the house.

Jimin takes it upon himself to lead you and Hoseok to the backyard even though Hobi seemed to know the way. Once you reach, you see many more bodies dancing around, drinking, smoking, making out and playing in the pool.

“The bar is right there, you can get whatever you want. Please enjoy and don’t hesitate to ask for anything else, I'll be around.” Jimin says, pointing at the bar where people were sitting and bartenders were serving drinks.

Jimin definitely seems rich. I mean, his family owns Park Motels after all.

“Yeah, till everyone actually gets here at least. We all know you’d be hooking up with someone soon Jimin.” Hoseok snickers whilst you press your lips together to try to hold in your laugh.

“Shut up! Don’t embarrass me like that. Geez don’t listen to him Y/N.” Jimin replies.

“It’s totally fine Jimin, it’s your party of course you’ll enjoy.” You assure.

“See! Y/N is so kind, not judging me unlike someone else here,” he says, glaring at Hoseok to which he responds by rolling his eyes.

“Hey Jimin!” the three of you look back to see Namjoon, Seokjin, Jungkook, Yoora and this other man you don’t think you’ve ever met walking towards you.

Maybe he’s Taehyung?

“Hey guys!” Jimin and Hoseok beam as Yoora comes and hugs you.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you again.“ Seokjin politely says as Namjoon agrees and passes his dimple smile towards you.

“Likewise. How are you guys?” You ask.

“Perfectly fine. How about you?” The two say in return.

“I’m fine too.” You smile and wave at Jungkook who waves back.

“Oh and I believe you two haven’t met. Y/N this is Taehyung and Taehyung this is Y/N.” Jimin adds, pointing towards the man you’d assume was Taehyung indeed.

“Hey, I’ve heard a lot about you Y/N,” his deep ocean-like voice speaks as he motions his hand forward to you. You blink your eyes and immediately shake his hand.

He looks so dreamy and handsome.

“I could say the same Taehyung, nice to meet you.”

Soon enough, the 6 boys are chatting amongst themselves and you quietly start whispering to Yoora beside you, “How the hell are his friends so good looking?”

“I don’t know. Well let’s see, Namjoon and Seokjin have a girlfriend while me and Jungkook are together so Jim—“

“Really!” You exclaim louder than you thought, once knowing two of them have girlfriends. This makes the 6 men snap their heads towards you and Yoora.

“Any problem girls? You okay Y/N?” Namjoon asks.

“Uh yeah actually, me and Y/N are going to head to the pool now, is that fine?” Yoora asks, hooking her arm under yours.

“Of course have fun! The changing room is right there.” Jimin says, pointing to a door beside the glass window leading into the house.

“Got it thanks!” Yoora beams before holding your hand and dragging the two of you towards the change room. Of course after making sure she gives Jungkook a quick peck on his lips and cheek.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

You can feel the gazes being thrown at you. You’re not even complaining because damn right you look sexy and amazing tonight. Yoora told you a thousand times before the two of you stepped out of the changing room seconds ago.

Making your way towards the pool, you already see Hoseok and his friends in there, shirtless. You look away spotting Jimin making out with a girl in a hot pink bikini only to find Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook talking to one another in the corner while Namjoon and Seokjin were each talking to a girl. Maybe it’s their girlfriends.

When you get into the pool, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook swim towards you and Yoora, making sure to splash some water your way on purpose. As a reflex, the two of you bring your hands forward to block the water and look to the side.

“My girls are looking sexy.” Hoseok beams, snaking his arms around your bare waists. The two of you don’t mind knowing it’s just Hoseok and the three of you are very much comfortable with each other. I mean, you’ve practically known each other for twenty years now.

“Don’t we always.” You two retort as Hobi gives you both the ‘as if, I've seen you at your worst’ look.

“Anyways, we are going to start beach volleyball in the pool, wanna join?” Taehyung asks in between.

“We’d love to!” The two of you exclaim and so everyone gathers up to play.

After two long hours of playing around and having fun in the pool, You and Yoora decide to come out and dry yourselves up. You received a few drinks in the pool but the two of you needed to sit down to talk whilst enjoying another nice drink.

The two of you dry yourselves up in the change room before running towards the bar stools. You make sure to wear shorts over your one piece before you do though.

“One Margarita for me!” Yoora exclaims before turning to you, telepathically asking what you’d like.

“I’d like the same,” you respond, making the bartender nod and leave to get your drinks ready.

They served it in just seconds, wow.

“So how was lunch with Jungkook's parents?” You start, clinking your glass with hers.

“Oh my god I was literally nervous for no reason, they were like the sweetest people ever,” she coos.

“Really, that’s amazing! Still can’t get over how gorgeous you look tonight by the way. I bet Jungkook won’t be able to keep his hands to himself, not that he was in the pool anyways.” You tease your best friend who showed up in a yellow and purple two piece, paired with an off the shoulder, floral white dress to go over it.

As if on cue, Jungkoook makes his way over to the two of you and stands beside Yoora.

“Hey Y/N! Can I steal her from you for a bit?” He asks whilst licking his lips.

“Of course, take her for as long as you want. Have fun you two.” You sheepishly grin, glancing between the two and notice Yoora glaring at you while Jungkook stands there with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh we will, thanks.” Jungkook replies, eyeing your best friend before snaking a hand around her waist and taking her inside.

As soon as Yoora and Jungkook leave, you order another drink and patiently sit there while staring at the crowd. Half of them are in the pool and the other half are dancing.

“Mind if I join you?” Your eyes widen as you immediately jerk your head up to see Yoongi staring down at you.

“Uh no not at all,” you respond, fidgeting with the glass of red wine the bartender had just served to you.

“Great. A single malt scotch whiskey please,” he orders, taking a seat on the stool beside you which was previously occupied by Yoora.

For a moment you both sit there in silence while taking sips of your drinks. From the corner of your eyes, you feel Yoongi's eye on you so you slowly move your head to take a glance at him.

“Do you have something to say?” You ask, trying your best not to stutter knowing you are under his sharp gaze.

“Yes well, we have a meeting on Thursday, just a reminder.” He states to which you quietly nod.

“Right. Thanks for remin—“

“Y/N! Yoongi! Come on, don't sit around, let’s go dance.” Hoseok excitedly exclaims as he wraps his arms around the both of you before dragging you two to the dance floor.

Hoseok twirls you around before showing off some moves of his own. Taehyung being the gentleman he is, greets you before grasping your hand to sway you around a few times. You laugh and find yourself dancing along to the music. Such a nice and fun guy.

Yoongi stands there watching the three of you, well mostly you. Unknowingly he feels his heart racing. It was something about your exposed legs, collarbones, the belly piercing and wet hair. You look beautiful under the neon lights flashing over your face, swaying your hips perfectly to match the rhythm.

Soon enough, many more bodies start to join, making the space become tighter. Yoongi then realizes that your body was now pressed against his. Your hands are resting on his shoulder in need of support while his hands just stay by his side, not daring to touch you.

The two of you find yourselves lost in an intense eye lock. The loud music blasting in the background, starts fading away as Yoongi finds it harder to resist himself.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Yoongi growls, not taking his eyes off you as you don’t either.

“Like what?” You mumble, enough for him to hear. You make sure to squeeze his shoulders and biceps before slowly trailing one of your hands down to his chest. You don’t know where you got this sudden confidence from but you’re going to blame the alcohol for it.

“Fuck you’re gonna regret this,” he mumbles back, lightly flicking his tounge over his lips which you find super hot. You feel intoxicated with the tone of his voice, his strong breezy cologne and his not so minty but alcohol scented breath.

Your bodies are pressed against each other yet his hands are still not touching you. It was driving you crazy. He was driving you crazy.

You didn’t want to but you find yourself breaking the intense eye contact before moving your eyes down to his wet plump lips. You take your index finger and slowly trace it down his Adam's apple which you watch go up and down, indicating how hard he gulped from your movement.

“Y/N.” he warns. His voice, low and stern.

You look back up to meet his eyes, only to see them glued onto your lips. You were so desperate to have them pressed against his pink wet ones that you didn’t care about anything else at this point. In a swift moment, you grab his collar, pull him closer to you and smash your lips onto his.

Your eyes shut close as you feel Yoongi's lips perfectly mould into yours as if they’re only made for you. They were warm and soft just like how you’d imagine.

That’s where you finally feel one of his arms wrap around your waist and the other around your back with his hand tangled up in your damp hair. You secure your arms around his neck and slowly guide your fingers up to play with his long fluffy hair.

When you feel his hands move down to your hips giving it a little squeeze, you almost yelp and immediately pull out from the kiss.

Fuck you just kissed Yoongi.

He slowly caresses your cheeks and lightly brushes his thumb over your lips.

“You wanna take this upstairs,” he whispers, making you nervous. You may have planned on getting laid tonight but certainly not by Yoongi.

Yoongi feels your uneasiness and sighs. “Only if you’re okay with it. I’m not going to force you Y/N. We can forget whatever happened if you think this was a mist—“

“No!” You exclaim.

“I…I just…fuck. Okay fine let’s go!” You stutter and whine, being all frustrated with yourself. You know you’re overthinking but this might only be a one night thing and nothing else.

Right?

“Y/N once again I’m not—“

“Yoongi, I want you,” you cut him off, looking him in the eyes. You see them go dark with the same lustful gaze he held before the kiss. He clutches your hand and walks the two of you past the sweaty bodies to get in the house. From the corner of your eyes, you spot Taehyung and Hoseok happily dancing amongst the crowd.

They didn’t see the kiss, thank god.

Once Yoongi’s free hand slides open the glass door to enter the house, he leads you up the stairs as you mindlessly follow behind. He comes to a halt in front of the furthest door from the stairs and opens it, gesturing for you to step in.

Once you do, you feel his grip on your hand go loose as he leaves it to lock the door with his broad back facing you. When he turns around, he pauses and stares at your figure for a brief second before moving closer. He snakes his arm around your waist and quickly yanks you towards him so that both of your hands are pressed against his chest.

“You’ve been driving me insane all night Y/N,” he whispers, giving your hips a light squeeze.

“Could say the same Mr. Min,” you tease, knowing damn well how much he hates it when you call him that.

“Fuck Y/N, you sure you want this?” he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yes.” You breathe out.

“Are you clean baby?” He asks while opening the drawer beside you with one hand, possibly searching for a condom.

“Yes and I'm on pills so no need to look for a condom.” You assure, deeply staring into his dark orbs before locking lips with him again.

This time it was more rough and rushed. Both your tongues fighting for dominance and teeth clashing, leading into a messy make out session. His hands roam all over your body as yours begins to unbutton his black shirt and slide it off his built arms.

You yelp when he lifts you up and gently places you on the bed, hovering over you. Your hands make their way from touching his bare upper half to the back of his neck as you both continue to salivate each other’s lips.

“Yoongi please,” you whine, pulling out of the steamy kiss.

“Please what? I need words princess.” He speaks in a husky tone, making you even more weak and wet than you already were.

“Please touch me. Please fuck me, I need you in me.” You beg, receiving a quick low chuckle from him.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless hm?” He says, slowly caressing your thighs.

“Yes please.” You plead.

“Tell me exactly what you need then.” He demands.

“Need your dick in me fuck Yoongi just—mmph.” Your whining gets cut off by his lips that smash onto yours once again whilst his cold veiny hands begin to trace all your curves.

“Can I?” He pants, playing with the hem of your shorts. You nod and he immediately slides them off, throwing them somewhere on the ground.

He goes down to your thighs and spreads them apart, leaving wet kisses around the inner part before eyeing your clothed area. You were still in your one piece.

Yoongi hovers back up to lean over your face, gently holds your head and lifts your upper half off the bed so that you’re smug in arms. He unties the knots on the back of your one piece before sliding the straps off from both sides and completing discarding it from your body. Yoongi eyes your naked figure from head to toe and bites his lips before leaning down to your neck.

“I always knew you’d be beautiful in and out.” He whispers, biting your earlobe before leaving a trail of wet butterfly kisses from your neck, down to your pussy. You shudder at the feeling.

“So fucking wet for me aren’t you princess?”

“Hmm only for you, now take this off,” you mumble, pointing at his pants as you can already see how hard he is. Yoongi immediately obeys and takes it off along with his boxers, letting his hardened cock spring free. You almost gasp seeing his length, he was huge.

“Like what you see baby?” He smirks.

Fuck you want him. You want him so bad!

“Yoongi go on alread—shit!” You whimper, feeling his cold fingers rubbing circles over your clit.

“Need to stretch you out first.” He says, inserting two long fingers inside you.

“Yoongi oh my god.” You cry out in pleasure, pulling him closer.

“You like that baby?” He asks, groaning when you clench tightly around his digits.

“Yes Yoon— '' You moan out as he quickens his pace, fucking his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. When you feel your orgasm approaching, you squeeze his arm.

“Fuck im so close,” you hiss as he hums in response before pulling his fingers completely out of you.

“Yoongi why’d you pull out!” You whine, feeling the sudden emptiness of his fingers in you while you were close to finishing.

“Cause I want you to cum all over my cock.” He responds, palming his member and stroking it before positioning it to your entrance.

He looks at your naked frame beneath him to ask for consent, to which you eagerly nod. When he enters your wet heat, the two of you let out a deep groan and whimper.

“Shit! You’re still so fucking tight baby. Should’ve eaten you out too,” he groans, feeling the burn as every inch of him stretches your walls to their limit.

“Fuck Yoongi, just move already.” You plead, extremely aroused by the dirty words he was throwing at you.

He is quick to oblige and nods before thrusting into you slowly. Once he catches his pace, you become a moaning mess under him. His name being the only thing coming out of your mouth while you grip his hair and sheets tightly. Yoongi loved it, loved feeling you squirm and be a mess under him, loved the sound of both your skins slapping filling the room while you chant his name over and over again. It was like music to his ears.

“You feel so fucking good baby.” He groans, using one of his hands to play with your hardened nipple before latching his mouth on, to suck it.

“Fuck Yoon you’re so good, shit right there.” You moan, rolling your eyes back while gripping Yoongi’s hair tighter as you feel him hit your g-spot. You only earn yourself a low groan from him.

“Shit shit shit so close Yoon fuck!” Yoongi hates to admit it but the way you were calling him ‘Yoon’ was making him go crazy.

“Fuck, you’re gonna cream my cock princess yea?” He asks gritting his teeth, nearly pulling out all the way before slamming back into you again.

“Yes! Please go faster!” You shriek, bucking your hips forward to feel him more.

“Faster? shit you’re making me go crazy Y/N.” Something about the way he said your name along with the amount of pleasure he was giving you almost made you dizzy.

“Gonna cum Yoongi!” You screech, shutting your eyes tight as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach again.

“Will cum all over my cock like the good girl you are?” He emphasizes each word with controlled thrusts.

“Yoongi yes fuck, please just— cant hold it.” you cry out.

“Cum for me then.” He murmurs, leaving a sloppy kiss near your jawline before pulling out of you to let you cream his cock. You wince and cry out at the feeling as your orgasm washes over you.

Yoongi surprises you when he gives your slit a nice long lick. “Just wanted to taste you,” he beams, plopping his sweaty figure beside you.

“You didn’t cum,” you remark, sitting up as your chest still heaves up and down.

“It's fine.” He mutters, still lying down as beads of sweat drip down his chest and forehead.

“No it’s not, you’ve been working so hard for the exhibition, I think you deserve a treat Mr. Min.” You retort, looking down at him and giving his veiny cock a nice deep stroke.

“Fuck, I told you not to call me that but you’re right, I do deserve a treat. Think you can give me a head?” He jerks up, brushing his hand through his hair.

“I’d love to, Mr. Min.” You respond, your tongue reaching down to lick his pink tip, precum already leaking from it with your own cum smeared over as well.

“Don’t fucking tease baby.” He grunts. You dip your head down and take him in your mouth, moaning at the sensation as Yoongi tries to fight back a moan himself. You swirl your tongue around a bit before bobbing your head up and down to suck him off and take as much of him as you can. Only Yoongi knows how pretty you look right now and he’d do anything to see you like this for the rest of his life.

“Fuck you’re taking me so well princess.” He hisses, gripping your hair and moving it out your face so that it wouldn’t be in your way. It only makes you suck him harder.

He groans and throws his head back, “Not gonna last long fuck.”

After giving him a few more sucks, you feel his dick twitch in your mouth. You knew he’d cum anytime soon so you already prepared yourself.

“Shit, gonna cum.” He curses before shooting his hot cum straight down your throat. When you pull out, you start coughing and your eyes were glistening with tears.

“Shit sorry, are you okay?” Yoongi apologizes, worriedly reaching down to cup your face.

“I’m good, just tired.” You tell him with an amused smile.

“Let’s get you cleaned okay.” He says, pecking your forehead and lifting you off him to lay you down on the bed.

Was this the same man a few minutes ago?

You watch Yoongi wear his boxers and go into the bathroom to bring a damp towel in order to clean you up. Once he is done, he gives you his black button up to wear and tucks you in bed before slipping under the sheets, right beside you.

“Yoongi if we sleep here, I'll need to tell Hoseok not to wait for me.” You mutter, instantly realizing and moving closer to Yoongi's body so that you are facing him.

“I’ll text him, don't worry, just sleep okay.” He replies, cuddling you while playing with your hair.

“Don’t tell him that we—“

“No way I would, I'll never hear the end of it.” He adds, to which you both let out a chuckle.

“Thank you for tonight, goodnight Yoongi.” You wish him, eyes closed as you’re already half asleep in his embrace.

Yoongi smiles and mutters back, “night princess,” before falling into deep slumber himself.

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It’s been 3 months since that night. Neither you nor Yoongi had the time to talk about that certain topic or anything else other than work. Things had been really hectic and busy with the exhibition being just around the corner. In fact, It was going to be held tomorrow so you were really nervous yet excited at the same time.

You were seated on your kitchen counter stool, skimming through some details on the designs you will be presenting tomorrow, when you hear a sudden knock on the door. You sigh and walk over to open it, only to find Yoongi standing there.

“Hey Yoon—“

“We need to talk.” He says in a serious tone, making you worried. You let him in and close the door behind you.

“Is the display fine? Should I change anything? All the designs are okay right? Did something happe—?'' Before you could say anything more, he cuts you off.

“I can’t anymore.” He mumbles, staring at the floor.

“Cant what Yoongi? Are you okay?” You worriedly ask him, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.

“Fuck I just— I think I’m in love with you.” He confesses, looking up at you. You were too stunned to speak at the moment. The two of you stand there in silence for a few seconds, if only he knew how fast your heart was racing right now.

“You’re what?” You question him, making sure whatever you just heard was right.

“I’m in love with you. I know we haven’t gotten the chance to talk much after that night but I can’t stop thinking about you. I was actually attracted to you from the beginning and I slowly started liking you as a friend and a colleague but that night, I just knew I liked you more than that. So can we like…you know, will you be my girlfriend?” He nervously confesses.

“Is Mr. Min nervous?” You tease him, flashing him an amused smile.

“Y/N. I'm serious.” He almost whines. Seeing such a side of Yoongi apart from his cold demeanour that he has when working makes you so happy and giddy.

“Well, I’d love to be your girlfriend.“ You giggle in response as he stands there in shock.

“Yoongi,” you call out. He hums in return, eyes boring into yours.

“Just kiss me already goddamn it.” You whine, tugging on his shirt collar so that you could press your lips against his.

When your lips meet one another, It starts off as a slow passionate kiss which gradually turns into a rather hungrier one. Yoongi being Yoongi, squeezes your ass and tumbles you both over onto your couch so that he is hovering over you.

“How about you pay me back for borrowing some sugar that day, by letting me taste your sweet little cunt.”

“Oh my g— Yoongi!” You widen your eyes and lightly slap his arm. How did he go from being a stuttering mess to being so confident?

“Oh come on, I know you’d love it.” Yoongi mumbles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I would but I love you more.” You giggle pecking his cheeks.

“Not more than how much I love you though,” he retorts, pecking your lips and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Tomorrow is a big day.” You whisper, hooking your arms around his nape.

“I know, but you did amazing. You worked so hard on this and I loved all the designs and presentations you gave.” He replies, gently holding your hand and rubbing circles over your knuckles.

“You’re just saying that because you like me.” You retort, making him lean up to face you.

“This is part of the reason why I actually started liking you baby, I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

“I should be the one saying how proud I am of you. You worked even harder on this than me. You even skipped meals and went home at like 2 am,” you respond, brushing your fingers through his scalp.

“Oh, were you observing me princess?” He asks you in a teasing manner.

“Hmm couldn’t stop staring at my handsome and hot neighbour. No wait, I mean boss, or is it colleague? Or should I say boyfriend.” You reply, not even denying it.

“Whichever you like,” he chuckles in response before getting off of you and lifting you up in bridal style.

“Yoon what are you do—“

“Getting you to bed. We need to get some good sleep to survive tomorrow.” He states, walking to your bedroom and placing you on the bed.

“Nice room.” He compliments whilst looking around. He’s an interior designer himself, of course he’d say something about it.

“Thank you, wanna stay over?” You ask, reaching to the side to turn off the lights from your bedside table.

“Would love to.” He responds, sliding under the sheets beside you. You switch off the lights, embrace yourselves in each other’s arm and fall into deep slumber.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

The next day, your morning was occupied with last minute touch ups needed to be done for the designs. You kept wondering how your boyfriend was putting up with everything. When the two of you were having breakfast, he informed you that his parents were going to drop by as well. The news had made you even more nervous than you already were. I mean, the two of you just started dating yesterday and you were already going to meet his parents.

Anyways, the overall day went by really fast and fairly well. The exhibition went smoothly and a lot of people showed up including your parents, Hoseok, Yoora, their parents and Hoseok’s friends. When you met Yoongi's parents, they were really nice and looked so happy to meet you. When you told your parents, they weren’t even surprised, especially your mom.

“I knew you two would have something going on, the moment I saw him at your place that day.” These were the exact words your mom had uttered to you with Yoongi by your side.

Hoseok, Yoora and the others were very surprised. Jungkook and Jimin obviously couldn’t keep their mouths shut and exposed Yoongi by telling you how he kept asking them for some girl's advice.

“Never knew you’d be into Yoongi but at least we can go on double dates now.” Yoora had whispered to you.

“Can’t believe that even when you and Yoongi would talk to me everyday, I couldn’t figure it out.” Hoseok had beamed.

You are currently in Yoongi’s black Palisade, on your way back home from the restaurant Yoongi's father had made a reservation for. It was a fun day and nice dinner with both your families and friends. Both your parents got along very well.

You were staring out the window, recalling all the events of today when you suddenly feel Yoongi’s cold hand on your thigh.

“You know my offer from yesterday still stands.” He says, making you frown.

“What are you talking about?” You question him.

“Don’t act so innocent baby, you know what I’m talking about.” Once he states that, you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Yoon, I already paid you back.” You reply, deciding to tease him and stretch out the conversation a bit.

“Hm, but that wasn’t enough.” He retorts.

“What do you mean I gave ba—“

“You made me fall for you. Never knew I'd fall for the girl that showed up at my apartment late at night to borrow some sugar. You stole my heart so make up for that.” He claims, looking at you when the traffic lights turn red. Your eyes immediately soften.

“I love you so much.” You confess, leaning in for a quick kiss before the lights turn green again.

“I love you too.” He responds, kissing you back before you pull out and properly sit back on your seat.

“Also, I’d like to accept your offer Mr. Min.” You assert, intertwining your fingers with his as his hand was still resting on your thigh.

“Oh my love, I hope you know you’re in for a long night then.” He smirks, squeezing your hand and taking a glance at you. You look away being all flustered so he wouldn’t notice you turning red.

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[kagakuoniryu]

Part 2 of the alastor x reader I written when I wasn't feeling well at all

Summary : a new guest you knew from your past life arrive at the hotel, she was that one person who bullied you throigh high school, but she mooks too angelic to be guilty

Code : E/n (ennemy/name)

Tags : fem reader, etablished relationship, angst for the most part, there will maybe be a part 2, mentions of bullying, reader is TRAUMATIZED, english is not my first language, may have some inaccuracy about the show since I'm just projecting, and of course probably ooc characters

After that talk in alastor's room, you hardly left yours limiting contact with everyone...

Well, mostly everyone, nifty still passed by everyday to clean up a bit and chase the boug, you were thankful for it, she didn't treated you differently, she was the same sadistic, boys driven, bug hater lady you met, and you could talk her ears off

"Niff ? What do you think about E/n ?" You started warily, you never openly talked to her about it surprisinly until now

"Oh I hate her !"

Shocked you asked her to go on ; E/n, hated ? The E/n you knew...Well...she presented to others ?!

"Why is that ? Did something went wrong ? Did she hurt you ?!"

"She always interrupt my dead roack show ! She says it's weird and disgusting ! She even killed a roach before I could and that is an heinous crime"

You gulped, noting mentally that to stay in nifty's good side, you better let her kill the roaches herself

"But...isn't it weird how everyone like her ? And how they think she's genuinely nice ? Even alastor likes her !"

"And everyone likes alastor until they he shows his nature !" With that nifty finally stabbed that roach she was after

"You...have a good point...she's showing them what they want to gain what she wants...but...what does she wants...?"

"I don't know ! I have a lot of cleaning to do ! Goodbye !"

"Wait nifty !"

And the door was closed, you sighed, well...it was good for as long as it lasted you guessed...you needed a plan, but you couldn't think clearly in this hotel...you couldn't go to Rosie too...she ADORED E/n and they had their regular tea party...crashing to your friends place weren't use at all, one they adored her, two, it was still the hotel and three, since your words with angel you kinda ghosted them all, thinking they couldn't hurt yiu if you ghosted them before that ; your fiancee radio station maybe ? No, too obvious, and he spend all his goddamn time up there...and he isn't the exact definition of "privacy"...you thought for a second about mimzy, but that girl hated your guts for no reason...or well...maybe because alastor humiliated her last time...

Finally, a bell rang in your head ; alastor ! That's your solution ! He gave you a spare key of his actual house outside of the hotel, and he barely goes there since he is in his tower during the day and at the hotel at night !

Picking minimal stuff, just a few clothes, a notepad and a pencil, even leaving your proposal ring behind, not wznting to be distracted by alastor himself you rushed outside, surprising everyone in the lobby until you came crashing down into alastor

"My, my, my dear, someone here is in a rush"

"Uh yeah...I needed fresh air, you know, the old stuff, figured I could go camping ?"

Alastor's gaze darkened as he looked at your ring finger, well, lack of ring on your ring finger

"And does camping prevent you from wearing you ring ? Or perhaps you youngster has a different definitiln of camping that back in my day, because decades ago, men could hunt even with they wedding ring, and yet you can't sleep with it on ?"

"I just wanted some alone time, calm down al' if anything, send a shadow my way kf you don't trust me, I know you don't anyway for a few weeks now"

Without letting him finish you left the hotel, you almost feel pity to charlie, she'll have a very pissy alastor in her hands until you come back

Arriving at alastor's home you let yourself in, now you needed to brainstorm !

One hour...

Two hours...

Three hours...

Three hours and about 3 cups of tea in...you have little next to nothing for an idea...how the hell are you gonna show this pest real face ?! You needed a real confrontation with her, but she'll never gave it to you, and if she did, she would have a backup plan, just like when you were alive...alive...

That's it !

One of your imps friend that owe you one could go to the living world ! He could retrieve your phone and you could prove your point !

Getting everything ready, and after many days, the phone in your hands, you plugged it in for it to charge and once at 100 % your rushed to the hotel

"Guys ! I got my phone back I-"

Entering the hotel, they were all playing a board game together, not caring about where you went...but you've been gone for at least a good week or two now...did you mattered so little ?

"O-oh...Y/n...you're here ! We...uh...were playing monopoly ! You...wanna join us ?"

Charlie tried akwardly, chukling nervously at your empty expression

"No, I was happy to prove my point, but I guess it's no use, she is better than me anyway, charlie, I guess you can take an other sinner in...I quit the hotel..."

You missed the way her eyes showed her heartbreak at this sight of you, giving up, she really failed you this time ; as you went upstair to make your bags, the boarding game night was ruined, and alastor teleported right into your room

"Hello ma chère (my dear), may I know where you're planning on going ?"

"I don't know al, far ? You all won it, always pushing me to the side, y'all fucking won it"

"I believe such swearing isn't proper in a ladie's mout-"

"Well for once I'll fucking swear if I'll fucking please al ! Because none of you wwants to believes in me ! You knew me long her and you choose her ! Just...go and date her ! It's her speciality to just date whoever has been with me before anyway..."

"What do you mean...? Y/n...?"

No terms of endearment there, that was rare for alastor, even before you both started dating he was affectionnate and using pet names, he always does with women, just a way to make them feel appreciated

"What do you mean 'what do I mean' you didn't knew how my ex boyfriend cheated on me with her and that's why we stopped being friends ?!"

"No, actually...she told us the other way around, that she found her perfect someone...and that you tried to seduce him and flirt with him and when he exposed you you bullied her"

"Bullied her ?! She made my life hell before getting down here ! After I blocked her everywhere she used our common friend she turned against me or even her sister's social media to stalk me down !"

"Well, my dear, I do want to believes you, you know I love you, but I can't without proper proof"

Taking your phone's out of your pocket, and guiding alastor because of his obvious lack of modern technology skills, you showed him your call journal from that time, the recording, the screenshots, everything that proved you were in your right mind

"Well...my beloved, it seems I owe you an apology, with her honey words it seems I lowered my guard and lacked dicernment, could you forgive me ?"

Alastor put in hand gently on your cheek, lifting your face, you nuzzled against his hand before hugging him tight

"Apology accepted...and thank you...thank you so much for listening, even if it costed you to use modern technology"

"As long as you delete that picture I took by accident"

"I'll make it my wallpaper~"

"I'll rip this thing piece by piece"

Going downstairs with alastor was a relief, like a gentleman he offered his arms for you to hold onto as charlie jumped on you

"I'm SOOOO sorry to have neglected your feeling Y/n please !! I didn't mean to ! You were a good friend of all of us and would all feel awful if you were to really leave !!" She started, before being interrupted by alastor

"Well, my dear charlie, it seems someone is still leaving, but not our dear Y/n, someone who's suprisingly not that keen on getting redeemed it seems"

You saw E/n visibly tense as alastor grabs her rather forcefully

"Could you PLEASE tell all the others persons present here what happened between you and my lovely Y/n over here back when you were alive"

"I...I already told you didn't I...? She bullied me ! Y/n is just a mean bully and I always felt uneasy around her" E/n tried to defend herself, nervously sweating

"Really, care to explain this ? My dear best friend" you showed one of the most incriminating piece you had on your phone to the others, making their eyes go wide, and all fell into pieces, E/n wasn't trying to redeem, she was trying to ruin your life, all over again

She felt that for some reasons, many years ago, you were better than her, and that she needed what you had, by any mean and any ways, instead of finding her own hapiness she wanted to steal yours

Vaggie and alastor both kicked her out, charlie tried to say maybe she could be redeemed, but when alastor said that if he saw that girl put a foot near the hotel again he would turn her into jambalaya for everyone to eat...she was feeling rather discouraged

But that was okay, one bad sinners couldn't stray her from her dream ! Everyone in the hotel also apologized in their own way for not believing you and putting back through all your traumas all over again, and of course you forgave them

Alastor also made you a special contract this night, you could pet his ears, all night long, if the next day you didn't told the others about it

And of course you took the deal

~THE END~

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Well, I don't know if this one was longer or shorter than the previous part, I went along with the random imp going back on earth as an easter egg of helluva boss and also because I was stuck in my story !

It's nice to have a catharsis like this to be honest, I don't know if I'll write request or just silly story in one or multiple parts for hazbin hotel you can still send some in if yoj feel like it, just know that I'd be delighted to write for alastor again, he's my all time fav of the show

I hope you enjoyed it !!!

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"I dream of you. all i do, is dream of you."

If I Can’t Have Everything, Then Let Me Just Have You

Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Andy gets jealous of you talking with his colleague, you reassure him he’s everything you’ll ever need.

Warnings: age gap and although exact ages are never mentioned everyone is well and truly of age, jealous Andy

Word count: 700

A/N: this is for @nickfowlerrr’s the seven writing challenge - I spun the wheel for the seven deadly sins and got envy. A big thank you my darling friend @flordeamatista, queen of Andy fics, for not only providing the inspiration for this fic, but helping me with writing Andy for the first time and being my constant cheerleader 🩷 banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Andy hated attending after work functions with his colleagues. He could barely stand dealing with them during the working week, but then to also be forced to give up his Saturday night so his boss could show off the house his old family money had bought him was another level of torture.

You were his saving grace. Part of him felt guilty for dragging the woman he loved along to these grandstanding cocktail parties where you were forced to make small talk with people you didn’t enjoy the company of, but you were also the only person who stopped him from going completely insane.

But at this moment, while he was stuck hearing about how his boss’s fantasy football team was performing, as if he didn’t hear enough about it at the office, Andy saw red as he was subjected to watch Dylan, the office womaniser, chatting you up.

In the back of his mind he knew with absolute certainty that you wouldn’t cheat on him, but the reason his heart clenched and acidic jealousy bubbled in his stomach was because of what Dylan represented: everything Andy couldn’t offer you.

He wasn’t young anymore, he was well aware the prime of his life was past him at this point in time. He had settled into a comfortable routine which didn’t involve a thriving social life which he remembered having with Laurie when they were your age. He was surely not as flexible or had as much energy as a young man fifteen years his junior.

He wanted to be able to give you the world, but all he had to offer was the trauma developed from his tarnished past, which was still following him around like a shadow, his back problems, wonky knee and the remainder of his life which would be distinctly shorter than Dylan, or someone of his age, could promise to spend with you.

The root of his envy was insecurity.

And he was green with envy.

Excusing himself from the one-sided conversation his boss was having, Andy set off with purpose, making a beeline to you, only to find you were already making your way over to him. Relief eased the tension in his shoulders as your gaze found his and a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

“Your colleague, the guy behind me, is a creep.” You commented, hooking your fingers through his belt loops and pulling him protectively into you. Andy leaned down and placed a small, sweet kiss to your forehead, not needing to look behind you to know exactly who you were referring to. A sense of satisfaction filled his chest with the notion that you were clearly averse to Dylan’s pursuits.

“That’s not what most young women around the office think.”

“Well he is.” You stated firmly, a look of disgust flashing over your features. “Why does it take me telling him I have a boyfriend to respect that I’m not interested. Why would I want a boy like him, when I already have a man like you?”

Andy smiled, coming to the realisation that he had no reason to be jealous. Perhaps he couldn’t offer you his callow youth, but he did have maturity and experience, which would surely be much more valuable in a devoted relationship.

“You are a dream come true, you know that?” In response to this you scrunched your nose and smiled in a way that made Andy’s heart fill with pure adoration and devotion.

You truly were all he would ever need for the remainder of his life.

“You’re my dream come true too, Andy.” Standing on your tiptoes, arms sling around his neck, you placed a delicate kiss against his lips, neither of you paying any mind to his colleagues who could be watching on. “You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

Taking a beat to commit the moment to memory, Andy made a promise to himself that he would never take his second chance at love for granted.

“Let’s go home, handsome.” You suggested, tugging gently on his tie with that mischievous grin which always promised a sinfully pleasurable time. “I have plans for us that definitely don’t involve the rest of you colleagues.”

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I ACTUALLY LOVE YOUR J.D X READERS!! I FOUND THEM THE OTHER DAY AND I CANNOT GET OVER THEM. SO CAN I GET A JD x FEM!READER BUT SHES LIKE SUPER OBLIVIOUS. AND J.D GETS FRUSTRATED BECAUSE WE KNOW HIM AND JUST CHAOS ENSUES BECAUSE HE THINKS THERES SOMEONE HE DOESNT KNOW ABOUT AND THATS WHY SHES NOT RESPONDING TO HIS FLIRTING.

I really hope you love this as much as I do!!

“Are you that oblivious? Really?” Jason Dean x reader

Summary: See request

Pairing: Jd x fem!reader

Word count: 744

Warnings: fluff! Some swearing though. Also probably typos you know me <3

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You’d gone out to a party with the heathers one night, unfortunately this party wasn’t exactly smooth sailing (not that any of them really were) and you ended up at Jd’s house, not wanting to face your parent’s impending scolding for coming home so late.

“Jd.” You mumbled his name as you stumbled through his window. Didn’t help that you weren’t exactly sober and his room wasn’t exactly lit.

“Y/N? What the fuck?” He was startled at someone entering his room.

“I didn’t really have anywhere else to go. Is your dad home?” You asked, trying to manage your way through his bedroom.

“Probably not.” He muttered, his irritation palpable.

You felt your way around, sitting down on his desk, looking towards what you could only assume was the direction of his bed.

“What do you want Y/N?” He stood up and flicked his light on.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked, nonchalantly.

Wow. The audacity of you.

That question was beyond frustrating for him, to the point where his frustration was beginning to boil over. He gave you a blank stare, mixed with confusion and anger, half expecting you to take it back.

“No— Ye— I don’t know!” Jd exclaimed, his voice edged with exasperation. He ran a hand through his hair, leaning his back against his door in vexation.

You sat there, bewildered at his sudden change in energy, “what?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to regain his composure. “Just tell me, Y/N, is there someone?”

“What, someone? What?” You were utterly confused by the direction of this conversation.

“God, Y/N, do I have to spell it out for you? Are you with someone? Is there a guy you are seeing?”

“What the fuck? No! Where’d you get that idea from?”

“Because! I practically laid out a red carpet for you! And I got nothing! Are you that oblivious, really?” He began making his way over to you.

You furrowed your brow, still clueless about what was happening. “Jd, I’m kinda tipsy and confused. What’s happening? Why are you getting so upset?”

“I’ve been practically waving a flag in your face begging for a chance and you refuse to acknowledge it! And you have the nerve to come in here and ask me if I’m mad at you? So, yeah, actually, I am pretty upset.” He ranted as he stood in front of you.

Your eyes widened in shock as realisation slowly dawned on you. “You’ve been asking me out?”

Jd let out a frustrated groan. “Yes, Y/N, God, have I been.”

You bit your lip, now feeling a little guilty, seeing how much you were unknowingly hurting his feelings.

“I had no idea, Jd, really. I didn’t think you were interested in me that way.”

He sighed, his anger beginning to subside, now that he’d aired everything out. “Well I am, and now you know. It’s been driving me crazy.”

You reached out to him, placing a hand on his arm. “I promise, I never meant to ignore you. I just didn’t realise what was happening.”

He sighed, looking at you looking at him, “If I asked you right now if you’d want to—“

You silenced him with a lingering, passionate kiss, your fingers bunching his shirt together to let him know you really meant it. His body gravitated closer to yours, you were seated on the edge of his desk, your knees making space for his body, your proximity making his heart race. When the kiss finally broke, he pulled away slightly, his intense gaze fixed upon you, and a playful yet intrigued eyebrow raised in question.

“I want to.” You affirmed with a decisive nod, your heart racing as you felt a gentleness in his energy as he stood so close to you.

He stepped away, the two of you both slightly pink in the cheeks as you mentally acknowledged what just happened.

“Did you need me to take you home?” He asked.

Your shook your head, Jd’s lips parted in a small ‘ah’ as he realised what you wanted, no need for you to ask. He pointed with his head in the direction of his bed to say ‘yes you can stay with me’. A smile played on your lips as you accepted the unspoken invitation, and you crawled onto his bed, settling in comfortably.

With a flick of the switch, the room descended into darkness, and he joined you, laying by your side.

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Unmasked

Part 6/16

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Word count - 2.5k

Warnings - alcohol usage

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As the end of the year rolled around, Charles had to practically pry you out of Pascale’s arms to get you out of the Leclerc home. You couldn’t help but still feel guilty about the fact you’d been lying to her that you and Charles weren’t really anything - even though the definition of your relationship was becoming unclearer by the day. But Pascale had made you feel more at home than your own Father had in years, so saying goodbye was much harder than you anticipated.

But in the back of your mind, you knew you needed to talk to the team about you and Charles. But you weren’t sure how they’d react to the fact the fake relationship they’d made had started to shift into something real.

They had booked you both a flight - the day after New Years, you were heading out to Bali for the final stage of the winter break itinerary. You and Charles would be posting simultaneous stories and posts of you both on holiday but still in the ‘soft launch’ format. They had seemingly forgotten that January was the wettest month of the year but that would have to be something you figured out when you got there.

Because first it was your last outing in 2021. Pierre was throwing an all out New Year’s Eve bash and as Charles’ girlfriend, the invitation had been extended your way. You were a little cautious at first, knowing that this gathering would be larger than the last and would have more people from the F1 world, but your teammate assured you there was nothing to worry about.

You’d treated yourself to a new dress for the occasion, again - something you wouldn’t look too overdressed in besides Charles, but something that would make you feel and look good. Some part of you thought it would be risky wearing red, thinking people might think it was a clue, but with your ‘boyfriend’ being a Ferrari driver, surely it would be fine. Just a simple nod to your relationship.

But you couldn’t help but feel cautious - every time you stepped outside at Charles' side, your outfits were picked apart and critiqued by those who continued to hate you - despite being successful in your own right, in their eyes, you had used Charles to further your career. Which was bizarre considering your position hadn’t changed since you became ‘admin’. In fact, it surprised you that more people weren’t suspicious by your lack of career progress in general.

“Do I look overdressed?” You asked, as you slid your foot into one of your shoes.

Your teammate's eyes flickered up from his phone and he felt his breath catch in his throat. The dress flattered you in the perfect way, highlighting all of your best features. “You… you look beautiful.”

He relished the way your cheeks flushed, he crossed the room and knelt in front of you to do up the straps of your shoes. “But is it too much, Charles?”

“No, no. All the girls will be dressed up too. Pierre’s bashes are an excuse to go all out.” The Monaco driver stood up, holding his hands out for you to take. You smiled softly and laced your fingers with his, giggling a little as he pulled you close. “Besides, it means I get to kiss the prettiest girl at the party when the clock strikes midnight.”

“Mhmm, I’ll keep an eye out for her.” You teased, pulling him closer so you could press your lips to his in a chaste kiss before he could protest your self-critique. “Now, let’s go. We don’t want to be the last people to show up.”

Charles eagerly followed you like a lost puppy down to the car - wanting nothing more right now than to skip the party and just stay in with you. But Pierre would kill him for skipping, he had been planning this party for what felt like the entire year at this point. And he was convinced that the Frenchman wanted to spend more time around you, despite your ‘relationship’ with his childhood friend. And he knew Lewis was going to be around, another man whose eyes always seemed to linger a little too long for his liking.

“Wow, Pierre really knows how to throw a bash.” You whistled lowly as the driver pulled up outside the venue. The music was already thumping inside and there was a steady stream of invited party-goers being let inside whilst others were being turned away. “Ready?”

Charles nodded and climbed out of the car, offering his hand to you so you could climb out easier in your heeled shoes. His hand stayed wrapped around yours as you crossed the pavement - security letting you in without a moment of hesitation, a glass of champagne put in your free hand as soon as you crossed the threshold.

“We should find Pierre and say hi.” Your teammate leant in close to yell into your ear.

“Lead the way.” You smiled, your heart fluttering as he pulled you closer so as not to lose you in the crowds.

The two of you somehow weaved through everyone without Charles getting caught up in conversation - swiftly making your way over to the large table that Pierre had taken up with trays and trays of alcohol. The French driver’s smile grew bigger when he saw you and Charles approach, stepping over to pull you both into a hug. You could smell the alcohol on him as his embrace lasted a little too long, pressing a kiss to each of your cheeks.

“Alright, mate, that’s enough.” Charles laughed, extracting you from his childhood friend’s arms. “This one is taken.”

Pierre waved him off, daring to take one more glance at you - the blue of his eyes barely visible from his drunken pupils. “Shots?”

Your eyes scanned the room for a moment whilst Charles tried to deny his friend’s request to see who else was there. Lewis tipped his glass towards you as you locked eyes and you gave him a shy wave in return. It looked like a lot of the grid had actually made the effort to come out but you couldn’t help but feel Max’s eyes burning into you from where he stood with Daniel. “Does Max not like me anymore?”

The Monegasque frowned and looked over his shoulder at the Redbull driver, who simply raised his drink in silent cheers to his rival. “Why would you think that?”

“…just don’t get good vibes from him these days. I don’t think he trusts me.” You admitted, letting Charles pull you closer to you. “Surely he can’t know, right?”

“But it’s not fake-“

You raised a brow, and he pressed his mouth into a line. It wasn’t the relationship, it was who you were - and you were worried Max has become suspicious of you. There’s no way. He thought. How would he even make that connection? Charles simply shook his head a little and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

Max just knew something was up. Ever since the articles came out about a woman under 30 being Thirty, you shot to the top of his list and the timing of your relationship with Charles was just so suspicious. They probably thought no one would suspect a driver’s girlfriend would be Thirty but since you ‘lost your seat’ in F2, the general public for the most part barely remembered your previous racing career.

“You’re staring.” Daniel spoke up from beside the Dutchman, nudging him gently - drawing Max’s gaze away from you. “What is your deal with her?”

“…you’ll think I’m crazy.” Max grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

This only intrigued Daniel more. “Hit me with it.”

Max looked around to make sure no one else was about to hear his admission, as positive as he was about it - it did sound bonkers to anyone who hadn’t even considered it. “I think y/n is Thirty.”

The Australian blinked at his friend a few times as he processed what he said before bursting into laughter. “No, seriously, you fancy her or something? The childhood sweetheart who got away?”

The younger driver groaned and shook his head. He knew Daniel wouldn’t believe him, he didn’t know you like Max had. Instead of trying to convince his former teammate of his theory, he simply changed the conversation. You hadn’t missed the way both drivers had looked over at you but you pretended to ignore it - making sure as many photos were taken of you and Charles together as possible.

As the evening drew on, you found yourself sandwiched between your ‘boyfriend’ and Max - not sure how or why by Pierre had insisted on pulling you all to the same booth for a drink and no one had moved since. Charles arm draped lazily over your shoulder, fingers tapping against your skin to the music.

“So.” Max chirped, you winced a little before lifting your eyes from your glass to meet his gaze. “How do you like working for Ferrari?”

He watched as you visibly relaxed at his question, clearly expecting something else. “Yeah. It’s good. I still get to travel the world with the sport I love - it’s not what I wanted but y’know is what it is… I’ve been part of the team a long time now, so I’m content.”

“Yeah, disappointing they’ve not given you any kind of promotion considering your loyalty.” He hummed, swirling his beer. “What’s it been, 8 years this year?”

You nodded. “Is what it is, as I said. I’m content.”

The two of you held eye contact for a little too long - almost as if he was challenging you to give your identity away but instead you turned your attention to Charles, your teammate pulling you closer to his side. Max let out a quiet huff and threw back some of his beer. You’d known each other since you were kids, he knew you’d have an NDA but part of him wished you still trusted him enough to tell him.

But when you left F2, the friendship sizzled out - your forced proximity when you raced together made you friends and the distance after split you apart. You just weren’t the same girl he grew up with anymore. He wasn’t sure if it was Thirty that did it to you but you were a shell of the boisterous, courageous person he remembered growing up. That’s why he wanted you to be Thirty; so he could convince you to take off the mask and maybe the old you could come back.

“Excuse me.” Max left the table, his beer only half drunk - seemingly abandoned in disappointment.

Your jaw clenched a little as you fought back the urge to chase after him, convincing him that you weren’t Thirty, you just couldn't be. But at this point you were sure there was no way back.

Max had figured you out.

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You woke up the next morning with an absolute cracker of a headache, thanking the heavens above that your flight wasn’t until tomorrow. Last night very quickly became a blur after your interaction with Max - opting to drink away the fear instead of trying to change his mind. You knew that was a lost cause, so instead you’d focus your intentions on Charles, on whatever the two of you were. Not wanting to let yourself drown in the possibility of Max outing you as Thirty.

The sun creeped through the gap in the curtain, crawling across the sheets that had long been discarded to the lower part of the bed in the heat of the night. Whilst you and Charles had stayed fairly PG with your relationship until that point - you’d found yourself tumbling into bed with him after the party, clothes thrown haphazardly across the room but it seemed you both fell asleep before anything really happened.

That didn’t stop you from studying Charles’ sleeping body beside you, the sheets pushed down to his hips, a toned leg sticking out the side. He was truly beautiful, especially when he was peaceful like this - not a care in the world carving a frown into his features. You cautiously reached out and cupped his jaw in your hand, brushing your thumb across his soft skin. He lent into your touch, his eyelashes fluttering for a moment before you were met by his soft green gaze.

Your heart skipped a beat as his lips curved into a pretty smile, one just for you. “Morning… some night, last night, huh?”

“You could say that.” You hummed. “When you said you were going to kiss me at midnight? I wasn’t expecting you to put on such a show.”

The one part of the night you could remember cleared than any other, was as everyone counted down as the clock struck and the way your teammate had dipped you in the last few moments, before pressing a deep kiss to your lips as everyone screamed out Happy New Year. You couldn’t help but smile into his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Wanted to show off the fact that the most beautiful girl in the place was with me.” He chuckled, sitting up - pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Got the best sight to wake up to as well, I see.”

Your cheeks flushed dark as his eyes flickered across your bare chest for a moment before meeting your eyes. “I remember getting naked and then both of us just passed out.”

He laughed. “Me too, I’d like to remember being intimate with you… so I’m glad we didn’t yet.”

Intimate. Yet. It probably didn’t seem like much but the choice of words couldn’t help make you think that he was thinking of a future with you. He hadn’t been crude about it, and he wanted to remember it. You watched as he slipped out of bed, allowing yourself the simple joy of studying his full figure as he moved around the room to collect his outfit for the day, folding your dress up and putting it on the chair before handing you one of his t-shirts.

“I’ll make us some breakfast, come join when you’re ready.” Your teammate smiled sweetly, pressing another kiss to your lips. “No rush.”

It was so domestic and so easy. That scared you. You were scared that it was a repeat of your childhood friendships and the only reason he was into you was the forced proximity. That if given the chance he’d realise that you weren’t what he wanted and he could get any girl.

And it didn’t help that a lot of the internet seemed to feel the same way. At least what you saw.

You could only hope that despite the relationship getting off to a false start - that the two of you would stay on track and maybe after your talk with the team, you could really focus on you and Charles and not the ever darkening cloud of your exposure, threatening to break any day now.

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the best man

pairings: pierre g. x f!reader

warnings: pierre being a f*ck boy, past charles and charlotte relationship, cursing

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[unedited] wc: 3.3k

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When your best friend, Charlotte told you she was getting married you were excited for her, immediately asking if you were going to be the maid of honor. She only nodded eagerly with a bright smile and you got giddy already envisioning her dream wedding she had been talking about since she was 5. But then she told you who was going to be the best man at the wedding. 

Pierre Gasly. 

You really should’ve assumed that it would turn out to be him, considering he and Charles had always been so close, but you were upset nonetheless. You only gave Charlotte a small frown but she knew exactly what you were thinking, already knowing of you and Pierre's difficult relationship. 

You first met him at a party and even before you could properly introduce yourself, or rather be introduced to him by Charlotte he came up to you trying to flirt his way through and showing clear disinterest didn’t push him away. You grew tired of his inflamed ego, hating him since the beginning for how cocky he was, always bragging about the model he had gotten with the past week. 

“Please just get along with him for the next couple of months. For me?” Charlotte begged you as she was trying on some dresses. You weren’t the one who brought him into the conversation but rather her reporter friend who seemed to be interested in Pierre. You didn’t reply, shrugging at her request and making her frown which only made you feel guilty as you finally just nodded your head not trying to make her stressed anymore than she already was. 

“I won’t try anything as long as he doesn’t,” you said, pointing your finger at her before giving her a thumbs-up about the dress. You sat on the couch, watching her try on dresses for the next couple of hours giving comments every so often along with other bridesmaids that all held excited expressions. 

The bridesmaids decided for their dresses on a light pink, silky dress with spaghetti straps that had a long cut lapping over your thigh. You didn’t complain about it, it was cute, but far too tight on your upper body. You only nodded along to the other girls, feeling the most quiet out of all of them. 

It was almost exactly the same for the plan of the bachelorette party, the other girls deciding on practically everything as you leaned back against the couch barely listening to a word they said, just nodding along. Charlotte took notice of your quiet nature, trying to at first getting you engaged but your lack of attempting to, had her stop and letting you be quiet and alone at times when you needed to. 

Then came the rehearsal dinner, you got ready, wearing a comfortable light purple dress, complementing the tone of your skin as it sat right above your knees, barely showing much skin of your thighs. You arrived at the place, a small venue following everyone as they went inside. You noticed the lack of presence of Pierre as you sat closest to Charlotte where your name was placed knowing Pierre would have to sit in front of you. 

“Where is Pierre?” asked Charlotte instead of you, worry in her tone. Charles shrugged as he sat down, kissing her cheek, and rubbing her back as she pursed her lips before putting on her warm, welcoming smile. Without Pierre, you all started, explaining how the entrance would happen and when the practice session would begin. 

“Sorry for being so late” you heard in the middle of drinking your water. Familiar enough, you lifted your head at him, catching his eyes and immediately reciprocating his charming smile with a glare as he said hello to both the groom and bride, giving them both a kiss on the cheek. He finally sat down and you took a deep breath not sure what to expect but already annoyed with him just by being late. 

“Why are you so late?” your annoyed tone couldn’t be ignored and he took a bite of his food before replying, 

“Something came up” You only hummed and spotted Charlotte giving you a warning look causing you to avert your eyes back to your food not looking to make an argument about it over dinner. 

Then the doors opened to a bridesmaid, with slightly messed up hair, dress being terribly adjusted as she was apologizing profusely. You faced back to Pierre, seeing his smirk grow as the girl sat next to you making you roll your eyes at his expression trying to ignore how obvious the situation was. 

Both Charles and Charlotte tried to salvage the scene, seeing how awkward it had become but you didn’t speak a word the entire evening refusing to speak to Pierre. 

“Rather ignore me, princess?” his teasing smile behind you could be heard from a mile as he caught up to you before you could get to your car, blocking the entrance as you attempted to exit the place. 

“Then talk to you? Of course” sarcastically smiling, he mocked a hurt expression as your arms came to wrap around your waist, crossing them over your chest slowly getting more annoyed. 

“But you’ll have to deal with me for another month,” he said, leaning in to appear more intimidated but you didn’t dare back down. “I doubt you’ll be able to resist me by then”

“Not everyone is into you, Pierre” Your tongue rolled off his name and at that he looked down at your lips, wanting you to say it again. To repeat it over and over, for the way you pronounced it made his own heart leap. You leaned in closer, almost touching noses, leaning back after whispering “Now get off my car before you cause a dent in it”

He finally listened to you, leaning away before walking off, you tried to calm down your racing heart hating how your body reacted when near him but your mind and vocals wanted to shout at him for being a prick. 

The day of the bachelorette party, the girls went to a club and you only tagged along for the sight. Drank very little and sat on the booth as you observed the other girls having the time of their lives dancing to the rhythm of the music making an attempt to bring all the attention onto the future bride. 

“Not a party person?” you heard a voice sit in front of you. You looked at them, only being able to partically depict his face. You gave a small smile, shaking your head asking sarcastically “Is it that obvious?”

“A little” he chuckled before asking, “so why come?”

“It's my friend's bachelorette and as her maid of honor. I have to go everywhere but have a say in nothing” you said shrugging and he finally spotted Charlotte, standing out wearing a tiara that the other girls hated but only you and Charlotte understood the meaning behind it. 

“You have a date for this wedding?” he was shooting his shot having spotted you the second he walked in, already interested in your quiet nature. You thought about it for a moment, wondering if it would be worth the headache but it definitely (hopefully) would get Pierre off your back, so you shook your head, leaning in before asking

“Would you like to be my date?”  And he immediately smiled at your question, nodding his head. He offered his phone to you and you typed in your number handing it back to him with a small smile feeling your cheeks grow a light shade of pink. He left noticing the group of girls coming forward. 

“Who was that?” Charlotte asked as the other girls followed behind with a couple of drinks, she teased you with a smile and you only chuckled thinking to yourself how he might’ve been intimidated by the group.

“My date to the wedding,” you said barely audible with the music booming in the background, she smiled widely while some of the other girls looked confused but you brushed it off. 

The day of the wedding started off with Charlotte being the first up, having to drag you out of the hotel room that you two shared from the night before. She didn’t want to risk the chances of having Charles spot her on the wedding day and she dragged you along the idea of it. 

You were planned to be the first one to get ready, alongside Charlotte who was rambling about how nervous she was. 

“What if the flowers wither?” She asked, hand over her mouth as she gasped. The questions getting more ridiculous, and you laughed before reassuring her about it. 

“If anything bad happens, I’ll be the first to know” you comforted and she finally let out a deep sigh thankful that you were here. You suddenly heard a knock at the door a couple of minutes after the hairdresser finished your style. Thinking it was the other girls you got up to open it only to see Pierre leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk growing with the sight of you in a silked robe in front of him, looking you up and down. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked closing the door slightly so he wouldn’t be able to spot the bride getting her makeup ready. The corners of his lips lifting up, already starting to get you irritated,

“Charles wanted me to check up on you two,” he said and you narrowed your eyes wondering if he was telling you the truth before finally giving in. 

“She’s doing fine,” you said and he waited for you to continue but you only gave him a strange look. 

“How are you doing?” he seemed genuinely curious, standing up straight. 

“Fine as well” Your words slowed down waiting for him to leave now that he has received the information but instead he pulled you out of the room, pinning you against the wall. A sharp intake of breath entering you system, already feeling your heart stop at the minimal space Pierre provided, “What are you doing, Pierre?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the way you said his name. He fluttered his eyes open, asking in a soft tone “Why do you hate me so much?”

You stood shocked for a moment, that question not being on your expectations list. “What?” you asked, dumbfounded. 

“Why do you hate me so much?” he repeated, leaning in slightly, testing out the limits. 

“The first time we met, you tried getting with me like you do with every other girl,” you explained in a calm tone, having to look up because of the difference in height. You leaned in closer, being only a couple of inches away before whispering “I’m not one of your whores, Pierre”

He ignored the rapid pulse you sent him, again, say it again, he thought. “You’re right, you’re not,” he said, leaning into your ear as he whispered “But I don’t mind the chase” before leaning away, walking to Charles's hotel room. Meanwhile, you took in a deep breath finally feeling your heart pound against you. 

“You okay?” one of the bridesmaids asked who had barely arrived, looking over at you who held a pale expression. You shook your head trying to gather back your thoughts before you nodded assuring her you were fine. 

It was finally nearing. The wedding ceremony was only in half an hour and you tried your best to adjust everything, including having to reassure Charlotte that everything was going to be fine for the hundredth time. You stood behind the doors of the church, seeing Pierre right in front of you on the other side ready whenever the doors would open but now every time you made eye contact with him, you couldn’t help but your heart skip a beat before racing a mile. 

“5 minutes,” the wedding planner informed, a telling to get you all situated, everyone linked hands with their partner as you hesitated before having Pierre wrapped his arms around yours. Your senses had now somehow increased, you could smell the expensive cologne he almost never wore, your ears had to have been ringing, your mouth felt suddenly dry, and your sense of touch had heightened, getting goosebumps by the near touch of him. 

“You look pretty” he whispered, complementing you as he finally faced you but you couldn’t do the same only being able to say “You look- you cleaned yourself up well”. He only chuckled at your response liking the way you stumbled over your words, feeling your own cheeks heat up thanking your makeup designer for applying blush so it wouldn’t make much of a difference. The doors finally opened and you two started walking in sync, just like you had practiced. 

You spotted the guy you had invited, the name was Lucah you were half sure. He gave you a wave and you only smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed. Pierre had noticed as well, not sure how you two knew each other but ready to ask the moment he could. The two of you separated and stood at either side of the stage. Charlotte came out and immediate applause erupted as people stood up, you glanced at Charles seeing his eyes start to water and you could only feel happiness for your best friend as she walked up allowing the ceremony to begin.

The ceremony only lasted an hour and then came pictures. While the guests came to congratulate the couple, Pierre stood next to you, inching slowly closer before finally breaking the silence between you two, 

“You invited someone?” he let his curiosity get the better of him no longer being able to withstand the idea of you with someone else. 

“You noticed?” your lips broke out into a teasing smile taking a simple glance of him.

“How could I not? You were practically flirting with each other across the room” he faced you, making lingering eye contact before continuing, “Rather unprofessional, don’t you think?”

You scoffed at his comment, “You being late to the dinner rehearsal to fuck a bridesmaid was rather unprofessional, no?” bringing back the rehearsal dinner was a low but necessary blow, dropping Pierres smile before he picked it back up, a teasing one, mirroring yours. 

“Are you jealous?” this made your eyebrows furrow, glancing at the couple of the spotlight for a second before looking back, stepping a bit closer subconsciously.

“Of who? The girl or you?” you paused, mocking him as you said making sure not to be too loud, “yes, Pierre I wish for you to whisk me away only to leave me in the dust. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Something like that would be nice” his smile only growing and you scoffed, walking away to meet up with your date having already spotted him a while ago but too busy to walk forward. 

“You look gorgeous” he complimented you, you only smiled with a thank you. You were about to start a conversation when Charlotte called you for pictures, you gave him an apologetic look but he only brushed it off asking with hope “I’ll see you at the reception?”

You nodded, sending a final smile before you headed back to the group. You glanced at Pierre who stood glaring at the back of the guy, before turning to you softening his gaze but you only gave him a strange look before heading back to the couple with Pierre following close behind you. 

Taking the pictures didn’t take long but all throughout you noticed the lingering gazes and long touches by Pierre who made an effort to get your attention, 

For the party, the seating arrangements were different from rehearsal having Pierre be beside you instead of in front of you. The two of you were silent while eating, drinking some expensive wine the entire time. 

Music started playing, and all the couples got up and danced. You took a glance at the other side, spotting Lucah seeing him walk up to you but Pierre took notice of it as well, suddenly sitting up, grabbing your hand, getting ready to ask but instead came Lucah asking if you wanted to dance. With a smile, you said yes and removed your hand from Pierre's grasp and replaced it with Lucahs. 

The song was an upbeat one, sending your body excitement, slowly gathering looser while dancing with the man in front of you, giggles being let out. Pierre watched you before he grew annoyed and looked around hoping to find someone else, except this time it didn’t work. His usual plan of replacing you from his thoughts didn’t function as he tried to look for someone. 

Instead, he went up to the DJ and asked for a slow song after this one, he nodded and gave him time to walk up to you. 

“Is it alright if I steal her for a minute?” Pierre asked the guy who had stolen the attention of the one he longed for. Lucah looked at you for a second, you just nodded and he left thinking you two had just been friends. 

Pierre wrapped his arms around your waist the second the slow song started and you took it in for a second, realizing his plan as you wrapped your arms around his neck following along. 

“What are you planning, Pierre?” you still asked, he gave you a small smile as you analyzed his features.

“Want me to be honest?” he asked and you just glared at him for asking such a stupid question. “I plan on making you like me. To have you in my arms by the end of the night, as my own and me yours” 

His words sent shivers down your spine, not actually expecting him to say something like that. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that, Pierre?” taking to notice his reaction each time you would say his name. 

“You're catching onto me, aren’t you princess?” he leaned in, quick flicker at your lips before traveling back to your eyes. “How whenever you would say my name, I want you to repeat it, I want you to shout it a million times never growing tired of it” 

“Pierre” you repeated a slow uplift of your lips, making him smile. Foreheads beginning to touch. “Pierre” you whispered, almost feeling the music behind you start to decrease in volume. “I don’t think I ever hated you” 

“And I only wanted your attention” he confessed, noses starting to touch. “I never knew how to deal with someone I actually wanted to get to know. I tried the same way but you’re different from the others” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment but I pushed you farther,” you said, starting to lean away but his arms held you close. 

“Would you like for us to start over?” he suggested, hoping you would agree to the idea. 

“Hello, my name is Y/n. What is yours?” you asked a bit embarrassed, trying to hide your rosy cheeks. He only chuckled before saying 

“Hello, my name is Pierre and I am deeply enamored with you,”, leaning in closer. 

“Pierre, what an interesting name” you whispered against his lips, grazing yours with his own, before finally closing the gap. Feeling your lips against his sent sparks to either side, being able to taste the white wine against his tongue contrasting to your red one, and your thoughts flooded only of him in the moment, before you two pulled away. 

You two left not too long after, him whisking you to his hotel room, pushing you against the door the second you two entered, and sloppy drunk kisses as you made your way to the bed. He pushed for you to sit down on the edge, kissing you slowly wanting to savor the moments. 

“I’m not a fan of one-night stands,” you said against his lips, he only nodded saying in return

“For you, I am not either” 

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[pupkashi]

hi! can i request the prompt,  “but i miss you...” “hon’ i just left fifteen minutes ago.” with nanami kento please? thank you!

hi friend thank u for the request !! i hope you enjoy this lil drabble i put together for the most perfect man on earth <3 !! let me know what you think :3

join the party!

it’s been so long since you last saw your lover. you’re cuddling into one of the pillows on the couch, the warm fuzzy blanket he’d gifted you wrapped around you. the tv show you were watching seemed boring now.

within minutes you’re pulling your phone out, clicking on kento’s contact and dialing him. the phone only rings once before he picks up.

“yes my love?” his deep voice comes through the speaker of your phone and you don’t bother fighting the smile off your face.

“hi” you say, almost certain he can hear the giant smile on your face as you speak, “when are you getting back?”

“hopefully I’ll be back before dinner” he replies, “what’s wrong? do you need me to come home? are you alright?” the concern is dripping off his words and you almost feel guilty for calling him now.

“no, I’m fine baby” you laugh, “but i miss you so much.” there’s a frown on your lips as you play with a loose string from the t shirt you’re wearing, twirling it around your index finger.

nanami is trying to stifle his chuckle, he really is, though he’s sure you can hear the way he’s grinning, and he knows for a fact you’re picturing the way his eyes are crinkling and his face is softening as he speaks to you.

“hon’ i just left fifteen minutes ago” the words are soft as he laughs a bit, he knows you’re pouting, and he wishes he was there to kiss it away. “plus you’re the one who told me to come buy ice cream” he points out, already grabbing the two pints and heading to the check out line.

“that’s besides the point” you huff, “the point is i miss my wonderful, handsome boyfriend” he’s blushing a bit as he hears the words.

“I’ll be home to my perfect little partner in no time darling,” he replies quickly. you can hear the faint beeping of the items as he checks out, “see you in ten my love.”

“bye honey, don’t miss me too much” you smile, giggling as you hear his laughter.”

“I can’t promise much, you know i miss you as soon as i walk out the door.”

and while there’s a teasing lilt to his voice, you can feel how genuine the words are. because while you called nanami after fifteen minutes of him leaving, he was texting you a sad emoji the second the door closed behind him.

#pupkashi’s 1k follower bash! #nanami kento drabble #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento imagine #nanami kento x reader fluff #kento nanami imagine #kento nanami drabble #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[reverieblondie]

Costume Party

Pairing: Peter B. Parker X Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with some Plot, Exhibitionism, Praise, Mask-Kink, Protected Penetrative Sex (wrap it before you tap it), Fingering, Pining.

Summary: At a costume party you run into a guy with a very impressive Spider-Man costume....He seems familiar...

A/N: So, I am not ashamed to admit it! I think Peter B is hot and needs more fics about him. For this story MJ and Peter are divorced. If you enjoyed this Halloween themed Fic, please checkout my Halloween Fic with Miguel here.

Word Count: 6,245 (Not edited very well, sorry)

“I can't believe how crowded this place is, it’s not even Halloween yet?” 

You shout in the crowded bar filled with an array of costume-clad people. It was a week before Halloween and people were already out and about getting the Halloween festivities into full swing. Your friend Bea laughs at your remark.

“Well some people are trying to get the most out of their costumes, it's no fun you only get one night to enjoy it.”

“Like Mallory?” pointing your finger to the dance floor you see your friend Mallory dressed as an amazing Jason Voorhees tearing it up on the dance floor drawing in a crowd. Let's just say Mallory takes Halloween very seriously. 

Taking a moment just to appreciate your friend Bea breaks the silence, “Never thought I would see Jason twerking…” 

“You have to love her enthusiasm” you respond hypnotized by the slight. 

“Well Kitty Cat, I think Jason could use a dancing partner and Barbie is just the right person. Are you going to join us?” Bea dressed as cowgirl Barbie begins to dance over to Mallory as she keeps her eyes on you for your answer. 

“You two go for it, I'm going to walk around, maybe get some fresh air..” 

With that Bea gives you a nod and starts dancing with Mallory, rewarding you with the image of Barbie dancing with Jason Voorhees. Not being much for dancing you start walking around the party and watching the different costume-clad people having fun and interacting. There are Vampires, Werewolves, Nurses, disgraced celebrities, and ghouls galore! Costumes ranged from professional cosplayer level to a dude in a Spider-Man tee shirt and a plastic mask. No judgment though you went the basic route with your costume going as a sexy kitty, a costume that Mallory had loaned you from her vast collection. 

Mallory being the Halloween fanatic had invited you and Bea to this costume party at a popular club and with it being October, of course, it was a costume party. Not minding too much you had Mallory pick out a costume for you and off to the club you went. 

In all honesty, you needed a party to attend, work was starting to stress you out due to your boss being well a dick. Now three hours in the club is in full swing, the crowded floor and booming music all though enjoyable was starting to give you a slight headache. So needing to find a way to soothe your headache you decide to go outside to get some first air. 

Pushing your way through the club you find a backside door. Perfect! Haphazardly swinging it open, you hear a smack followed by a low groan. Quickly stepping out in the cool night air you see a guy in a very impressive Spider-Man costume rubbing his hand over his nose. Shit- 

Feeling guilty you rush over apologizing profusely, “Oh, I am so sorry! Are you okay?”

“Why are you swinging doors open so-” The masked man quickly stops mid-sentence looking at you in what seems to be a surprise, you can only assume due to the mask covering his face, but the white lenses grow wide looking at you so it tipped you off. Clearing his throat he finally looks away before speaking, “I’m fine don’t worry about it”

“Well I feel bad I smacked you pretty hard, is it broken?” You try reaching for the mask to lift it but he quickly holds his hands up moving away and stopping you. 

“I’ve taken worse hits, it’s no big deal really” He lifts his mask and reveals his lips and the tip of his nose. “See, not even bleeding,” he says with a slight smile. 

Woah, diggin the scruff there my guy, plus that cute smile? You couldn’t help yourself from blushing slightly. He lowers his mask again, seeming to be leaving but you interject. “Um Wait, I still feel bad! Maybe I can buy you a drink? To make up for my reckless door opening?” 

He seems to think for a moment, rubbing his hand on his chin. Watching as he eyes you for a moment, you can't see his eyes but you have a feeling he is talking to you all in. Adjusting your skirt you give a sweet smile trying to persuade him. 

“You're not going to hit me again, are you? kitty?”

The playful pet name has you biting your bottom lip quickly. Okay, flirt. Not knowing the way that costume is showing off his arms, the playful teasing, or maybe it's the mask but you're intrigued by him.  

 “Not unless you give me a reason too” you playfully say, opening the door and turning back for him to follow you in.  

“Well I will tread carefully then,” he follows closely behind you. 

Making your way with Spider-Man in tow, you push past all the different ghouls. Finally making your way to the bar you hand him a menu looking through one yourself. “Just try to steer away from the top shelf please.” 

This gets a laugh out of him as he leans against the bar, something about his laugh seemed familiar in a way but you couldn't place it. “I thought you were making up for hitting me with a door?” 

“I am, but you didn't bleed, if you had bled you could have gotten top shelf.” You tease and it causes him to laugh more, you're kinda surprised by yourself flirting with a random stranger but there is something about him that you just can't help it. The bartender finally makes their way over to you two, inquiring about your orders. Spidy orders an Old-fashioned while you order a Sbagliato, you can’t let him drink alone now, could you? 

Receiving your drinks you two sip and start chatting, common small talk, but both of you dance around the obvious question ‘What's your name’. Lost in the conversation you're just drinking the tall man in. Two things circle your mind as he talks; One you're really into the way his lips curl against the glasses rim and two his costume is really impressive now that you look at it closer. 

Spider-Man, New York's favorite hero, has become one of the most popular costumes. They ranged from kids' costumes to adults and even offered a sexy Lady Spider costume that you have seen a few times tonight. But this guy's costume was impressive. Not only did it look high quality, but it was like it was designed just for him to show off his assets. Was he completely jacked? No, but those strong arms and solid chest still had you blushing.

“I like your costume, Spider-Man he's a good one” This catches his attention and he looks towards you before responding. “You don’t think it's a bit…Overdone?” 

You chuckle “Maybe, But I'm dressed as a sexy kitty. I can't exactly judge someone on having an overdone costume.” This causes him to laugh sliding closer to you. “Plus, your costume is really impressive, looks professional quality.” reaching over lightly brush your fingertips across the web pattern.

“Well, I like your costume, I think you pull it off well, the ears are a nice touch” he turns to look at you and you can feel your face blush from the compliment. For a moment you feel his hand slightly graze your lower back, but it's only for a second before he moves away taking a long sip of his drink. Poor thing wants to flirt but doesn't want to seem like a creep. Giving him some reassurance to the flirting you squeeze his forearm feeling his muscle. 

“So, is the mysterious guy thing a technique of yours?”

He looks at you with a crooked smirk “What do you mean?” 

“You know, the whole masked man thing? Flirting with girls but never revealing who you really are, keeping us as strangers.” 

“Are you sure we are strangers?” he quickly interjects. oh? 

“Are we not?” you inquire with a smirk, something about him is familiar but you still can't place it.  

“Well, we have been talking for a while now, I think we have at least turned to acquaintances by now.” ah, that's what he means. “Well, I usually know my acquaintances' faces.” 

He leans in more, his mask still lifted showing off his grin “Well, what's the excitement in that?” 

-----

Now you're not exactly sure how you ended up in a dark booth but here you are still talking to your mystery man, he was right about the excitement, it made the flirting and slight touches just a little bit better.  

“I swear if my boss wasn't riding someone's ass he would die!” throw your head in your hands, somewhere in between small talk and flirting work was mentioned and you took the chance to vent. As you are ranting you feel a finger brush against your cheek then tucking a strain of hair behind your ear. You stop talking and feel all your breath escape you, his soft touch has your heart racing. 

Sliding closer to you he's whispering in your ear “You know kitty cat, it sounds like you need some stress relief…” -oh, word? 

“Is that so? And how are you going to relieve my stress?” I ask arching my back to lean in closer

Leaning in, he plays with a strain of your hair, he's so close to you know you feel his warm breath tickling your ear. The warmth radiating off him just causes you to shudder in excitement. “I figured I could fuck you so good you forget about your job…” 

The bluntness of his comment has your skin tingling with a sudden rush. With a shaky breath you respond, “T-that's big talk For s-someone who hasn’t even kissed me yet…” 

“Well then, let me kiss you,” he gently grabs your chin and brings you closer to his lips. Feeling the heat of your body rising to a fever you lean in with half-lidded eyes lips in a slight pout waiting for him to kiss your flushed face. Even though you can't see his eyes you can see the smile stretching to his lips and the blush starting to creep across what you can see of his face. 

“Please” is all you can whimper before he gently leads his lips to yours, the kiss is slow but intense. It made your body feel like you were on fire only to be cooled by his hands sliding up your thighs to then grip your hips bringing you closer. 

One of his hands plays with the hem of your skirt before slipping under to brush gently against your ruined panties, causing a quick gasp to escape your lips. Taking his opportunity he slips his tongue past your lips allowing him to taste you, while his finger pushes harder against your clothed folds pushing the ruined fabric further against your clit. 

Breaking away from the kiss you whine breathlessly as he continues to brush against your wet cunt. “We’re in public…” 

He just smirks as he slips his finger under your underwear running his long finger over your dripping slit, this causes a sudden moan to rip through you,  “shh, I know, your going to have to be quiet, there are other people around kid..” his honeyed voice teases as he continues to slowly push his finger in to curl into you. 

Shaking your head no you can't help but tighten and squirm as he touches you. Unable to contain yourself by letting out quiet moans as your wetness starts dripping down his fingers. Wanting to push you over the edge he starts rubbing tight circles at your clit with his thumb, which has your head being thrown back with a gasp. 

Ever the opportunist you're figuring out he kisses and licks your neck up to your ear. “Shh, We could go somewhere more private if you want?” 

Breathless trying to keep your cool you can only release a ‘mhmm’ before he's pulling his finger out of your weeping slit. Before you can complain you see him take his coated finger in his mouth, shutting you up. Surviving around he sees an empty-looking bathroom and nods his head towards it. Eyes completely blown, face fulling red you can only nod in agreement. 

Chuckling at your lustful expression he adjusts your cat ears on your head. Downing his drink he takes your hand and leads you out of the booth, he walks behind you and whispers in your ear, “I’m going to take such good care of you, such a good girl, you deserve to be taken care of” his soft phrases have you melting and eager to get him alone. 

 Before you can get to the bathroom, you quickly stop remembering something important, pulling him closer to whisper in his ear. 

“I will meet you over there. I have to get something from my friend really quickly.”

He pulls you for a kiss and bites your bottom lip when he pulls away. “Hurry, I need to make you feel good.” 

Nodding quickly you run off to go find your friend. Looking like a mad woman you're scanning all over the club for your friends till you see a shoulder-shimming Jason and you quickly make your way over. 

“Mallory, I need to get something from you!”  you say desperately as she continues to dance.

“Nuh uh call me by my name please” she teases as he swings her hips around.

“Uhhg, Jason I need a condom” 

Mallory suddenly stops dancing and slowly turns to you. “Excuse me-“

“Just give me the fucking condom!” You say you are fully frustrated, you have a sexy man wanting to ravish you, you don't have time for any teasing, you're hot and horny and need to go!

Mallory looks at you confused before reaching into her wallet and giving you the contraceptive. Before you can rush off she grabs your arm. “Just know you wouldn’t survive a horror movie.” 

Giving a quick ‘Thank you’ you run off to Spider-Man.

———

Rushing back you see him leaning against the wall near the bathroom. As you approach he is quick to grab your hand and lead you in. As soon as you're through the door he's locking it and pressing burning kisses to your lips backing you up to the cold wall. Gasping at the feeling of his hands slowly rubbing all over your curves he makes you wetter. 

“So pretty,” he mumbles as he brings you away from the wall, bending you over on the sink's counter in front of the mirror. Quickly peeling away your shirt he kisses up your spine and massages your breast. You can't help but push your ass into his strained cock feeling him twitch as you rub against him. placing his hand on your jaw he lifts your head to face the mirror. Kissing along your neck, Confused you go to make a snarky remark “What am I ah-”

A moan rips through you as two fingers are slipped through your puffy folds into your slit stretching you open instantly. He can only chuckle and he moves his lips to your shoulder, kissing you as he sinks knuckle-deep into your tight cunt. Moans slip from your lips as the stretch he's causing you, and this is only his fingers.

 After a single moment for you to adjust to his fingers, he curls them into you looking into the mirror watching as your face contours in ecstasy. “Nuh uh, Kitty, keep those eyes open, look at how gorgeous you are….” 

Shooting your eyes open you see his mask eyes on you with his lips cooing sweet words while he pushes faster into you curling slow and deliberate. Mouth hanging open you start to push your hips into his hand more.

“Oh, that feels good huh kid? You work so hard, like a good girl…”

.

All you can do is nod as you approach your high, feeling yourself clench around him approaching your orgasm. 

“Feels so good, I do work hard…” you moan out watching him through the mirror. He smiles and hums pushing you down further spreading your legs out further, now hitting your sweet spot. You can't help how you're moaning, and he just smiles like your moans are music to his ears. 

“A good girl like you, I can tell you do, ride my fingers till you cum, you deserve it….” Being supported by the squelching sound of your wet cunt and his sweet phrase you start rocking yourself back and forth faster and faster, slamming his long fingers into your dripping wet cunt. Chasing your high the orgasm rips from you and you cream all over his digits. It drips down his fingers falling to the floor. 

“Cumming so pretty for me,” he coos and he takes your costume off, you're still coming down from your high so you lazily watch through lidded eyes as he strips your skirt and panties off. Then swiftly peels down his suit and pulls his cock out and it's already pebbling with pre cum. Pumping his cock he watches your aroused clit swell and your spend slit clench around nothing. While rolling on the condom he coos at you. 

“You want to cum again?”

Watching him pump himself you let out a whine of yes arching your back to entice him to put it in. Chuckling he gathers your arousal around his cock teasing you further. 

 “Please! I need it!” 

“Oh? You need it alright, going to make it where you won’t forget about this cock kitty cat. Now look forward, I want those pretty eyes watching me.” 

Sliding into you smoothly his cock stretches you deliciously making you moan as he pushes further, filling you up. Your hands splay out over the sink counter, it's pure bliss that makes your mind clear of all the bullshit you have had to endure till this moment. Forget him fucking you so good you forget your job you're forgetting everything. He slowly starts his positioning into you, you can feel him resisting the urge to slam into you from the tight grip on your hips.  

“Oh your such a good girl for me, taking me so well”

He thrust into you faster into your messily wet cunt, His increased pace making your second high come all too quickly. Looking up you see him biting his lip as your pussy tightens around him, feeling him leaning over you, feeling sloppy kisses and nipping at your shoulders and neck as he rails into you deeper. Feeling his tip kiss your spot that has you seeing stars. 

“Don’t cum yet kitty, I want to feel you clench down on me more” his heavy breathing fans over your ear before he's kissing your earlobe. 

All you can do is whine as he keeps throbbing and pushing you. The shooting pleasure has your knees buckling and your body shaking. Moaning from you and him bouncing off the wall you feel him grab a handful of your hair and bring your eyes to the mirror. 

“Taking me so good, so good… ”  He thrust harder, losing all the remaining restraint he once had. Looking forward in the mirror your face is flushed, hair completely ruined, biting your lip hard. The knot in your stomach feels like it's about to burst. 

“Ah, I need to cum!” 

“Ah, cum on me baby,” 

Feeling your pussy clench tighter on him, his words make your knot snap as his cock throbs within you. Vision blurring your orgasm washes over you dramatically causing you to scream out and you make a mess all over his cock. Helping you ride your orgasm he reaches his fingers to your cunt he plays with it sending you further over the edge. 

Finally, with your cunt fluttering over him, you feel his cock throb and spurt while inside you reaching his high. Panting, he holds himself up on the contour, arms keeping you caged underneath him. It's quiet for a moment before he gently pulls out of you. Rubbing your back he carefully leans you up supporting you as you finally stand straight, your legs feel like jelly. 

As you catch your breath, he seems to have recovered mostly. Helping you get cleaned up, fixing your hair, and handing you your costume. As you get dressed you feel like you should say something to him, ask his name, ask for his number maybe? You want to see him again. 

“So um…” As you start to speak up he sees your nervousness. Quickly getting his costume back on he leans over and presses a kiss to your lips, then to your neck, moving to your ear lightly nipping at it to make you laugh. 

“I will see you next weekend on Halloween, here, okay?”

“Okay” 

With that, he puts his mask down helps you readjust your costume and walks you out of the bathroom. Before he leaves he whispers to you,” I can’t wait to see you again kid.” Kid…He keeps calling you that, it's familiar…

when you turn around to look back at him he’s gone.

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Typing away you are trying to get all of the meetings with the chief organized, you also have to organize all his paperwork, take all his calls, Go in and scribe for all his meetings or whatever rants he is making that you want you to write down. Then order him lunch, get his dry cleaning sent and delivered, and make sure he has dinner reservations to whatever place he's craving that night. All this while he is yelling at you to bring him coffee or whatever else he needs from around the newsroom. Working for J. Jonah Jameson was rough, especially as his assistant. 

While you are trying to get your work done you also have Bea in your ear, she was a copy editor at the Daily Bugle, however today she was ignoring her work, and all she could talk about was…

“I can’t believe it! I’m still in shock! You had sex with some random guy at the club!” 

People around your desk look at you two with puzzled expressions. Lowering your head you grimace “Yeah, why don’t you say it a little louder I don’t think the marketing department heard you.” 

Lowering her voice she continues to say “I’m sorry Y/N, I just can’t believe you hooked up with a random stranger at a club, that's pretty spontaneous…and you didn't see his face at all?” 

“Well, not fully I saw his lips and the tip of his nose…” 

“Kinky…so when you see him again are you going to wear a mask too?” rolling your eyes you look at her unamused “Are you done?” She laughs and hugs you as you continue to type. “For now until I think of more jokes or come to ask for more details.” 

During the hug, Jameson calls for you. Bea lets go of you and starts heading back to her department giving you a sad wave as she goes. Quickly rising from your desk grabbing your notepad just in case you hurry to your boss's office to see what he wants. Pacing in his office he is yelling at someone over the phone, a common tone for him. Jameson darts his scowl towards you and snaps at you, you quickly get ready to write something down but he shakes his hand and mouths the word ‘Coffee’ pointing to his empty mug. Ah, of course, go fetch him coffee. 

Backing away from the doorframe you suddenly feel that you are pressed against someone. Quickly turning your head to apologize, your breath catches in your throat. Smiling down at you, you're met with a familiar set of brown eyes that always makes you feel giddy, Peter B Parker. Carefully he places a hand on your waist gently moving you through the doorway. 

“Sorry kid, I have to squeeze past you,” he keeps his smile on you as he slips past. Once inside he takes his seat in front of Jameson's desk waiting for him to finish his call.

 As you're walking out you can't help but look over your shoulder to steal a glance of Peter, but when you do you catch Peter doing the same to you. Shooting you another smile you feel your face warm and quickly go to make your boss's coffee. 

Making your way back to Jameson's office, coffee made just how he likes you see that Peter is showing him his latest photos of Spider-Man. Glancing at the photos you are reminded of how talented Peter is, definitely one of the best freelance photographers that works for the paper. 

Honestly looking at some of the pictures you have to question how he was getting such incredible shots, he would never reveal his secret though. Peter had been gone for a couple of months, a nasty divorce apparently which made you rather sad. Peter was one of the nicest guys at the paper, he always talked and joked with you, treating you like an actual person, not everyone is always so nice. 

Now he was back you were excited that the Bugle would have some quality pictures and you got to see more of Peter again. Being honest with yourself you have a bit of a thing for him. Kind, super smart, incredibly funny plus not bad to look at either, how could you not end up with a crush? Though when you two first met he was married so that meant off limits, then the divorce happened and he did not take it well. Now that he's finally back he seems okay, you notice that he talks to you more and you two share more stolen glances but that could just be wishful thinking on your part. 

“Y/N!” Suddenly snapped from your thoughts you see your boss and Peter staring at you. 

“Yes sir?”

 Jameson rolls his eyes “I said quit your daydreaming and hand me my coffee!” Nodding you quickly hand him his coffee and decide that it’s time you took a break. 

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Plopping down in the breakroom you lazily look down at your coffee sighing. If only your masked stranger was here to relieve your stress again. Mind wandering back to that night you feel your face heat from what he said to you, how he touched you, his lips…lips…reminiscing back you think of that smile and the conversations, he seemed familiar? Especially that smile…and what did he mean when he said we might not be strangers? 

Face contorted in thought you fail to notice that Peter has walked into the breakroom. Reaching the top shelf Peter pulls down a mug and pours himself some coffee looking over at you he must see you lost in thought, “Penny for your thoughts?”

His voice startles you for a moment breaking your trance, Peter looks at you expectantly waiting for you to speak, You couldn’t repress the words flying from your mouth as you stared at Peter, “Would you fuck a stranger?”

“Uh, I mean I think I could manage it for sure. But I would hardly call us strangers?” He says with a smirk. Huh? -Deja vu

You roll your eyes you brush off the words with a laugh “It’s not a proposition it was just a question” 

“That’s a pretty specific question?” 

“Well, this weekend I was at a party and I met this guy…and he was so funny and charming that we, you know…” 

“Had sex” Peter says frankly finishing your sentence for you. 

“Yeah had sex” 

“Well sounds like your not strangers” 

“That’s the thing though, he kept his mask on…” 

Peter gives a long whistle “y/n? You are a freaky little thing aren't you?” 

Something about how he says that makes your body rush with excitement, it feels…familiar…shaking the feeling away you continue. 

“Do you think that's weird though? Like I didn’t see his full face at all.” 

Peter smirks to himself as he pours sugar and cream into his coffee. As he sits down he stirs his coffee listening to you ramble, “Well, I think it's up to you. Did you like it?” 

“I mean yeah, but it's still weird…but like a good weird, you know? It's exciting.” As you look up you see him listening intently to you, his eyes bright and smile soft, it makes your heart skip for a moment. 

“I probably shouldn’t be talking to you about this, I'm sorry..”

“Doesn't bother me, I'm the one who asked '' He playfully nudges your arm and you can't help but giggle. “Are you going to see him again?” 

“Yeah, same place Halloween night…kinda nervous about it” 

“Why, I mean you two already had sex at the club?” 

“Yeah, wait…how did you know we had sex at the club?” you look towards him with furrowed brows. Peter looks surprised for a moment but quickly responds “I heard your friend talking about it.” -of course he did…

Sighing you put your head in your hands. Peter pats your back “It’s not that bad I don't think everyone knows…yet..”

With a pout you place your chin in your hand leaning on the table, “It's not that, it's the mystery guy.” 

“What, you don't want to see him again?” 

“I do, just…what if he doesn't want to see me again?” 

Looking down at your coffee you're kinda in shock that you're confessing all this to your office crush, who does that? But suddenly you feel a familiar gesture, a finger sliding across your cheek tucking a strain of hair behind your ear. Looking over to Peter you see that same smile, it's just like...You feel your face heat up. Peter's face looks equally flustered, quickly he moves his hand and grabs his coffee. Standing quickly he mutters how he has to go, before he's out the door he turns around, “he would be crazy not to want to see you again y/n” 

With that, he leaves you a blushing mess. 

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“I’ve seen several Spider-man, are you sure none of them are your guy?” Bea says, taking a sip of your drink and adjusting her large hat for her ‘sexy witch’ costume. 

“No, his costume is high quality like a professional,” you say with a slight lisp, feeling irritated that the fangs for your ‘sexy vampire’ costume are making you talk weirdly. You go to take them out but Mallory quickly stops you.

“Hey don’t take them out, it breaks the illusion!” you sigh and stare disheartened at your friend Mallory in her idea of a sexy costume ‘sexy Mothman’. 

Bea had begged us all to dress sexy this go round and you and Mallory begrudgingly agreed so Mallory helped you get your vampire costume and even decorated you up with some blood, while she did her twist to a sexy mothman. 

“Maybe he's not here? Running late?” Mallory questions

“The party is in full swing, maybe he's in the bathroom waiting for you,” Bea nudges playfully. 

Sudden realization hits you and you quickly chug your drink down. Bea and Mallory look at each other and then back to you once you're done. Finishing the drink you slam the glass on the contour, “I think I know where he is” 

At a hurried pace, you make your way from the bar in the back of the club to the back door where it all started. Nerves swirled around in your gut, you hoped he was here, you wanted to see him, feel him, talk to him. You didn't want this to be another one-night thing, you wanted to know who he was and you had an idea or well maybe it was just wishful thinking. Having a week to agonize about who he was you had a pricking thought of who you imagined him to be. 

Making it to the door that started it all, you take a deep breath, take out the fake fangs, and open the door carefully this time making sure it doesn't fly open to hit any unsuspecting Spider-Men. Making your way out the door you don't see anyone and it causes your heart to sink. He's not coming.  

Suddenly you feel a hand on your hip, while the other brushes your hair back to expose your neck. You are scared at first till you hear that same honeyed voice “Glad you learned to open doors carefully kitty.” 

Surrendering to his touch you let his lips caress your neck, “I'm not a cat anymore, I'm a vampire.” turning you see that half up spiderman mask with that same sly smirk, you wrap your arms around his neck “I see you're still Spider-Man” 

He laughs and backs you deeper into the alley pressing you against the wall “Well, I wanted you to be about to recognize me” 

His lips quickly find yours kissing you passionately. Feeling his hands on your ass he swiftly lifts you making, you instantly wrap your legs around him. Looking around you're a little surprised “Really? In the alley? You're kinda the expansionist huh?”

He quickly catches your lips in another searing kiss then you feel his hand eagerly pawing underneath your dress, and then he stops suddenly. “Oh, you're a dirty girl. No panties tonight?”  

“I figured they would get in the way,” you say with a playful shrug.

He quickly lifts your dress more and starts to finger your already wet cunt. Moaning and squeezing your legs tighter around him you give into the familiar stretch. 

“Already so wet for me, pretty girl you're just perfect for me.” 

Kissing on your neck he's already rutting into you, it seems like he's as eager as you are. Your soaked cunt was getting his suit's crouch wet as he continued to rub into you, maybe it was him or the fact that you two could easily get caught by a wandering pedestrian, but you were burning with need. 

“Please...I need you…” you beg breathlessly

He kisses your lips quickly putting his suit pants down. Looking at him confused he just smiles, “What? I made adjustments for easy access, just for you kid.” 

Finally freeing his cock he has you hold on tightly to him as he swiftly rolls a condom on. Safe sex is hot sex, right? While sucking and kissing your neck to your collarbones he rubs his cock in between your folds making sure you're wet and shaking with need. 

“Come on spidy, I need you…”

With the last bit of begging leaving your trembling lips, he pushes in between your folds into your soaked heat with a loud groan. Thrusting in and out of you you can't help but moan and clench down on his length.  

“Ah, y/n…you feel so good…” 

As soon as your name slips from his lips he stops his thrusting and stills. Looking down with wide eyes your mouth is agape, “did…Did you just say my name?” 

Hesitating for a moment he tries to find the words but suddenly he's met with your lips crashing down to his eagerly devouring him. With the passionate kiss, he fucks into you faster than before breaking the kiss and grabbing your ass hard to thrust into you harder. Getting all your breath thrust out, you can hardly speak as you approach your high.  

“So you know, ah, my name?” 

He nods breathlessly continuing his rutting, cock throbbing. “Yeah, your costume, doesn’t hide your identity, Fuck!” 

Throwing your head back from the feeling of how deep he is, your moaning and confessing your own secrets as he fucks your roughly. Your Orgasm is about to rip through you, stars blur your vision. 

“I know who, ah…who you are” 

Kissing along your neck he faces you and whispers to your lips, “Yeah? Say my name then..” 

Feeling the knot in your stomach about to snap it's now or never. Holding onto him tightly he's pushing his tip right into your sweet spot, bringing your moaning lips to his ear and whispering the name you're hoping to be him. 

“Peter, Peter B Parker '' While you say his name you grab the rest of his mask and reveal the rest of his face, you are met with those heart-melting brown eyes. And that sexy smirk. There he was in all his glory, your mystery man- Peter B 

“Well you're quite the little detective, you should get a reward kid…”  You smirk and give him a kiss rocking your hips into him as he thrust harder. Breaking the kiss you moan, “Just make me cum Peter!”

“Anything you want, pretty girl,” Rutting deeper and grunting heavily in your ear, your knot is snapped and you're creaming all over Peter's cock. Fucking you through your high he finally cums from your tight cunt clenching around him trying to milk him dry. 

Carefully he stands back up both of you staring and panting at each other. Peter quickly pulls your dress back down, then tucks his length away. His hands cup your face and he litters your face and neck with kisses, seems happy you figured his secret out. 

“Have any more secrets for me, Peter?” You say smugly holding up his mask. 

Peter smiles at you and takes the mask from you. Grabbing a hold of your hips once more he pulls you close to press against his chest. “I could tell you, or I could show you?” 

-This should be good…

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omg you should do a part 2 of “You Know You Ain’t Gettin Your Bitch Back”

You Know You Ain’t Gettin Your Bitch Back~ Pt.2

Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader

Request: Ask and you shall receive my gorgeous anon <333 I hope you’re happy with it!

Synopsis: After breaking up with your asshole boyfriend Derek, you find some new eye candy in a frat party kitchen… This is what happens while (and after) he walks you home.

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up heathens!), praise kink, Chad once again being a gf stealing charmer, very much goofy, non-serious sex, basically porn with a plot

Series: Pt.1 , Pt.2

This night definitely had not gone how you thought it was going to, but you weren't gonna complain. Because now, you were being escorted out of the obnoxious frat party that you attended with your now ex-boyfriend, by one of the finest men you had ever seen, Chad Meeks Martin. Even better, he was also walking you home. You were sure you looked like a psychopath, holding back an ear to ear grin at the situation you had found yourself in. It was only now that you realized you were walking past the living room, that Derek was still in. Your smile dropped, as you felt somewhat guilty for Derek having to see his freshly ex-girlfriend leaving with another guy.

Until what happened next that is.

"Wow we literally just broke up like 20 minutes ago and you already found another dude? Slut!" Derek had yelled that at you from across the room. Suddenly Chad stopped dead in his tracks, and so did you, as he flashed you a smile before removing his arm from your shoulders and walking straight over to Derek. "Oh you gonna come confront me you girlfriend stealing asshole? Hey let me know if she fakes another org-" Derek's shouting is quickly interrupted by Chad's right hook. Damn you thought he's strong... You didn't even realize it at first but Derek was on the ground now, dabbing at his bloodied nose. "She broke up with you before she even met me, because you're an asshole. And she's not a slut. Also you may wanna ice that nose, ya know for the swelling." Before Derek could even get up or respond Chad was already walking back to you with a warm grin on his face. You were still slack-jawed in awe. "Sorry about that, he shouldn't bother you again." Just like that his arm was slung back over your shoulders and you both were moving towards the door again. "T-thank you for doing that, you really didn't need to he was just blowing off steam." You said nervously, still somewhat in shock. "Well he was disrespecting you so, I- thought he deserved some disrespect back is all." Chad said as y'all approached the door. Right before you two made your exit you noticed the song that was playing. It sounded like Bussin by Nicki Minaj, and a certain lyric caught your ear.

"You know you ain't gettin your bitch back..."

You and Chad were about halfway to your apartment by now, and you were actually having a pretty interesting conversation about horror movies. "Well, you may not but I love them! I don't know I guess it just feels- safe to me? It sounds weird but when you watch enough of them it gets predictable, and you start to feel in control of your fear." You explained to Chad after listening to his reasoning for not really partaking in the genre. You definitely didn't blame him. "Yea I guess I get that, I just can't bring myself to feel that way about them ya know?" He said with a scratch of his head as you both neared closer to your apartment. "Hey, I can see my place up ahead, you can go ahead and walk back to the party if you want." You said, secretly hoping he would say no. "Yeaa I don't think it's a great idea for me to go back there..." He said with a laugh as you gasped. "Oh right- almost forgot about that." You chuckled as you avoided looking up at him. You weren't sure why you felt the need to look down, it just felt right. Suddenly you feel Chad use two fingers to lift your chin up as he points towards your apartment complex. "Hey look we're here!" You feel your eyes widen, you weren't expecting him to do that. "Oh yea we are, also just pointing would've sufficed." You say in a light mocking tone, but you were glad he didn't just point. "I know, but I wanted you to look at me."

His eyes were now piercing into yours, and you felt a certain warmth in your chest. The eye contact went on for what felt like forever, until Chad broke the silence. "Okay I know you just broke up with your boyfriend and all, so you're probably not looking to hook up or get with someone new or anything like that but I really, really wanna kiss y-" You cut him off as you press your lips against his, feeling him ease into the kiss instantly. It was gentle, but intense and passionate and you swear you never wanted it to end, but you had to pull away from each other eventually. You feel his hand that was on the side of your head ease off, and you slowly pull your lips off of his. Your faces are still impossibly close as you speak. "You uh- wanna come inside?" He looks at you like he wants to devour you before he says yes. You immediately grab his hand and almost drag him inside.

Before you know it you two are in your living room, lips back on each other. His hands are all over you, as if he was trying to touch every single part of your body. Eventually you feel them snake down to your upper thighs as Chad whispers for you to jump. You waste no time in doing what he says, wrapping your legs around his back so he doesn't drop you. You both stay there for a second enjoying each other's embrace as Chad sucks a dark purple mark onto your neck. You whimper a little at the feeling. "I bet that asshole ex of yours never had the balls to mark you up like this..." Chad practically growls in your ear as he places kisses over the fresh bruise. You only moan in response. You guess he's happy with that (non) answer, because next thing you know he's carrying you down the hall towards your bedroom. You make a mental note to thank yourself for leaving the door wide open. He gets to the foot of the bed and you expect him to throw you down, but instead he turns around and throws himself back onto the bed, making you squeal in shock.

You end up adjusting your legs accordingly, now straddling him. You take the opportunity to run your hands along his chest, slowly tracing every curve of his abs. You were now incredibly thankful that it was a college costume party, especially since you were wearing your shortest mini skirt as part of your lazy Britney Spears costume. You didn't want to wear it at first, but my god were you glad for it now. Chad was now moving his hands under it, making way to your center that was now impossibly wet from your little makeout session. You were breathing awfully heavy in anticipation and need, and Chad seemed to notice. "You want me to touch you baby?" You said yes quicker than you probably ever had, and just like that Chad's thumb was rubbing against your clit through the fabric of your panties. You went to kiss him again, whimpering against his mouth as he moved faster.

"You gonna cum just from this baby? Huh? You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?" You could barely nod as you felt your high approaching, burying your head in Chad's shoulder as you got lost in the pleasure. "Look at me or I stop. Okay?" You definitely didn't want that to happen, so you reluctantly met his gaze. Intense wasn't enough to describe it. He had a dark look in his eyes as he seemed to almost be staring into your soul, which was enough to make you cum with a yell as you squeezed your eyes shut. Chad gradually slowed the work of his hand as you came down from your high, letting out an airy laugh. "W-what's so funny?" You said as your chest heaved slightly, still out of breath. "Oh nothing just, that one didn't seem too fake." He said with a smirk, referring to what Derek was yelling before he got knocked to the floor. You were laughing a little now too, placing a hand on Chad's chest to steady yourself. "Don't worry, it wasn't." Once again your eyes met Chad's. His gaze had softened from what it was before, but you could tell he still wanted you. Mainly because of his obviously hard dick pressing against your still clothed pussy. "We can stop now if you want, I don't wanna pressure you into anything."

He was so sweet, but you felt bad leaving him hanging. That and you were still incredibly turned on. You felt the best way to show that was by taking off your white button-up (you had foregone the bra as per Derek's request). You watched as Chad's eyes went wide. "Okay your chest is definitely better than mine. I mean- wow." You laughed at his comment, leaning forward slightly so your bare boobs grazed against him. You felt his dick twitch slightly at the friction. You planted a kiss on his cheek before standing up so you could remove what was left of your clothing, watching as Chad did the same. You moved to sit on his lap again, throwing your arms over his shoulders as you kissed him again, this time hungrier. You went to wrap one hand around his length, your hand barely closing around it as you went to stroke him. He threw his head back and let out a low moan at the contact. "Very impressive cowboy." You said as you continued to stroke him slowly. He chuckled a little at your comment before bringing his head back up to look you in your eyes again.

"Glad you like it, but you'll probably like it better once it's in you." He bucked his hips up slightly as he said that. You went to line his dick up with your entrance. "Let's find out shall we..." You gripped his shoulder and kissed him again as you sat all the way down, allowing yourself to get used to his size. He was big, a lot bigger than Derek, and even he was hard to take sometimes. Chad must've noticed you struggling as he spoke next. "You okay? Did I prep you enough or do you need a second?" You felt yourself relax more just from how attentive he was, so you took a breath and starting to lift your hips up. "No I got it." After you said that you threw your head back and started to bounce on him, moaning ever so softly each time he filled you up again. Chad quickly started to match your movements with his thrusts, holding one hand on your back to keep you steady. "Fuck Y/N, you feel so good oh my god." You grew more encouraged at the praise, causing you to start going faster. You felt your orgasm building so you closed your eyes to focus on the pleasure you were feeling. But Chad wasn't gonna let that happen. "No no open your eyes, you know the drill I wanna see you." You were so lost in it that you barely heard what he said, still keeping your eyes closed. You only opened your eyes when you felt him tilt your chin towards him. "Please baby you look so pretty like this."

You nearly lost it at his words, moving just a bit faster, Chad meeting you every time. "Oh my god I'm so close please don't stop please." You were moaning and panting and nearly screaming Chad's name as you got closer to cumming, and he wasn't far behind you. "It's okay I won't, you got it I'm right behind you." You came hard once he said that, attempting to slow down in order to avoid over-stimulation. But Chad still hadn't come yet, before you had a chance to breathe he was grabbing your hips and practically impaling you on his dick. Rambling little praises and moans as he went. Finally, you felt Chad bury himself deep inside you, instincts telling him to bury his come in you as far as possible. You pressed your now sweaty foreheads together as you slumped against him. You both stayed like that for awhile, riding out your highs until Chad broke the silence. "I hope you don't go back to that douchebag after this." He said it with a laugh but you could tell he was dead serious. You laughed with him at the idea. "Trust me, I won't." Chad pulled you closer to him as he stared into your eyes.

"Good, because you're mine now." You were perfectly okay with that.

A/N: woohooo! first full Chad smut! this one isn't very descriptive but I'm actually really proud of the dialogue? anyway I have some other fics in the works but I STILL NEED MORE ASKS!! so don't be shyy! also feedback is very much welcome as I'm always looking to improve! happy reading gorg!

-With love, Miss Grace <3

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