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rshmra · 9 months

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PRETTY BOY!

plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

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chapter fourteen: the turn of events!

one week ago

when ivory returned to the room, only chaeri was caught unawares. he continued to tap-tap-tap away at his phone while kuli and yn sung to their shared playlist, oblivious to his clearly impatient leader's presence until said male was standing directly in front of him.

"having a fun time on wattpad?" the maknae startled with a jolt, instinctively hiding his device behind his back as he gaped up at the unamused white-blonde.

"heyyyyy, haha... so nice to see you! uh, you come here often?-"

"you didn't think i was just bluffing, did you?" folded between his crossed arms ivory extracted the unmistakable form of that iconic wolf plushie, and instantly chae's sheepish facade crumbled to desperation.

"oh god please, anything but wolfchan!" oh, the lengths ivory will go to just to prove a point. the group's skzoo plushies are some of their most prized posessions (chaeri has wolfchan and dwaekki, yn jiniret and bbokari, kuli PuppyM and foxi.ny and ivory leebit and han quokka) so it's a miracle that wolfchan was somehow taken. chae looked ready to pounce for his beloved stuffy at any moment, but as soon as his elder so much as took another step the fear took over and he was already bolting out the door.

apparently expecting this reaction, ivory turned to face his remaining members, who were too immersed in their stray kids singalong to give a shit about the scene unfolding in front of them. "get up you two, i'll meet you in enhypen's dance room."

"yeah, just let us finish listening to cheese." kuli nodded prior to frowning thoughtfully. "why? what are we doing?" but ivory was hot on chaeri's trail by then, too far gone to respond.

"whatever." yn exhaled heavily, dusting the nonexistent dirt from his pants as he got to his feet. he pulled his phone from his pocket, shooting a text to riki and giggling at the quick reply. "we're taking my speaker, though."

riki winced as he massaged his sore ear, having been dragged through the doorway by it. he glared at the culprit from his sprawl on the floor, who simply beamed innocuously back at him. but before he could do something stupid like give jungwon the middle finger, the faint sound of music abruptly made itself evident, rapidly increasing in volume as the source approached. a grin immediately brightened his face- it was literally taste playing over that damn speaker, who else could it be?

"oh!" jungwon hurried to open the door, much to the others' confusion- they were still trying to figure out where lee know's voice is coming from- and two familiar heads peeked inside.

"hey guys!"

clearly, only riki and jungwon were alerted to their arrival beforehand. a chorus of confused (albeit cheerful) greetings were chirped as the pair entered, and yn automatically made a beeline to sit crisscross against the wall where riki was waiting for him.

"you have an unhealthy obsession with stray kids, you know that?" riki nudged him lightly.

"i honestly have no clue what you're talking about."

"isn't your lockscreen a selfie of you with felix and hyunjin?"

"if you met them you'd do the exact same thing."

"sorry we're late," at last, attendance was full. ivory grinned as he tugged a spooked chaeri behind him, who had astonishingly managed to escape his predicament unscathed if not a bit shaken and clutching wolfchan tight to his chest. "chaeri's long ass legs ran up to, like, the top floor."

"...but your legs are longer than mine. slenderman looking a-"

he recieves a cutting stare from the 6'3 giant and promptly shuts his mouth, not wanting to get channapped again.

jungwon clapped his hands together with a bright smile. "great, so we're all here now."

"and what for? didn't think to, i don't know, tell us what's up?" sunoo side-eyed him disapprovingly.

"well, we're telling you now so that makes up for it."

"so what is it exactly?" kuli narrowed his eyes at ivory, making himself comfortable as he sat to lean back on his palms.

"jesus, so impatient."

"say it again."

"sorry." despite being nearly a foot shorter than his leader kuli would never fail to strike fear into him, which was quite the funny sight to the others. "anyway... how do you guys feel about a collaboration project?"

"haha you're hilarious." sunghoon didn't even make an effort to try to laugh. "management wouls have told us by now."

"about that! funny story actually," jungwon hid his ever-growing smirk behind his hand. "this is what we've been sorta not talking about, but our promo managers wanna have a meeting with all of us so we have a solid ten minutes to come to a verdict."

the room fell quiet for a solid 10 seconds, until heeseung spoke first.

"you're shitting me." and then all hell broke loose, questions and profanities galore being thrown around like hot potatoes.

"A WEEK? A FUCKING WEEK?!"

"TEN MINUTES TO DECIDE-"

"aren't you guys like in the middle of making an album?"

"two households both alike in dignity in fair verona where we lay our scene-"

"how is this even gonna WORK-"

"all of you shut up." for some reason, everyone listened to a deadpanning jay, and jungwon's lip quirked at the corner as he continued.

"relax, we've got it sorted out, it's just up to you guys if you wanna or not-"

"well no shit we want to!" jake exclaimed. "but what are we gonna be doing? how long has this even been in the works for?"

"we only learned about it a few days ago, but apparently our managers were planning something like this for us before we were even acquainted, since our concept is all about ghosts and shit and they thought that would fit in with your universe or whatever," ivory took over to explain. "they brought it up to me, jungwon and andteam's leader, ej, but they can't be here for obvious reasons cus they're in fuckin' japan. he and his group think it's a great idea, though."

"we were told it'd be a good time to announce it now because of recent interactions, but we don't actually know the full details of what we'll be doing." jungwon carried on. "likely we'd end up getting features on the upcoming album you guys are making or releasing a single altogether, but the meeting we're having in like 5 minutes will do a better job of debriefing you all." he shrugged. "so pretty simple. any questions?"

the sound of a pin drop could've been heard in the silence.

"...too much word," riki enunciated slowly.

"yeah, you lost us at 'planning'."

"okay, screw it. we're all in though, right? haha, all in." yn muttered, the last part going virtually unnoticed as there were ten other shouts of agreement. "then let's fucking go!" a rush of excitement fueled the boys, and they flooded into the hall in a hurry to meet with the promotion managers.

present

notes: this is so overdue oml. i know im dragging this out im sorry but an explanation was necessary 😭 and when i tell u i RUSHED to rewrite this cus ive been meaning to publish earlier BUT I NEVER DOO

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Haunted part 7

I’m back! Married and ready to rumble! I am actually a Price now too haha. I finally have the game which I spent like … 6/7 hours playing today 😂 I’m loving it!

Thank you to argella1300 on AO3 for the suggestion about the sunburn and lotion lmao, I loved it!

Warnings - smut tbh. Explicit smut. That’s it I think 😂 some fluff and angst

I can’t work out how to do a tag list it doesn’t work 😭 this isn’t proof read!!!

Part 8

A few days later you had been sent to Suez, in Egypt. A brief mission to intercept some stolen weapons, while you were waiting for Makarov to make his next move. Laswell was keeping Price updated. The plan was for the boys to raid the local Suez port, locate the weapons cache and return to base. Bish. Bash. Bosh.

The morning sun beamed in through the dusty windows of the small base you were situated on. You were in your room finishing getting ready when you overheard Gaz and Soap talking. ‘Soap, you’re not harder than the sun. You need to put on sun lotion.’ Soap snorted ‘Naw pal, I’ll be fine! I don’t burn.’ Hearing this absolute stupidity you grabbed a bottle of factor 50 and stormed down the corridor. ‘JOHN MCTAVISH!’ His eyes widened in fear as your voice boomed into his ear. Gaz and Price smirked and left out a laugh in unison. ‘You’ve fucked it now son’ Price laughed.

Rounding the corner you stood arms crossed glaring at the terrified solider. ‘If you come back burnt, so help me god I’ll slap you into next week. You’re pale as fuck of course you’ll burn! Our Celtic skin hates the sun you absolute dickhead. Put. This. On.’ Soap looked like a scolded child as he went to open his mouth. ‘Don’t. You. Dare’ you interrupted, ‘skin cancer is a leading cause of death. Wear it.’ Price and Gaz were stifling their giggles as John took the lotion from your hand. ‘That goes for you too’ you scowled looking over at Gaz and Price. ‘Yes ma’am’ they replied in unison.

Ghost walked in through the front door after preparing the jeeps for the journey. He was wearing tan cargo pants and a tan shirt with the sleeves rolled up exposing his tattoo. ‘Fuckin boiling out there’ he muttered under his breath. He walked in to you staring down the rest of the team ‘alright?’ He questioned looking cautiously over to you. ‘Yeah, Soap just thinks he’s harder than the sun is all.’ You shot him a warning look out of the corner of your eye. Soap fake surrendered putting his hands in the air, still looking like a terrified child.

‘Anyway … ‘ Ghost continued ‘let’s move out. Meeting our contact in 30 minutes. Gaz you’re driving, Price upfront, me and Johnny will take the back.’ The three men nodded and filed outside, Ghost approached you and squeezed your wrist. You smiled up at him ‘be careful Simon. Please?’ He silently nodded before walking out.

As you glanced down you saw Soap had left the sun lotion on the table. That stupid fuck. Grabbing the bottle you barged past Ghost and launched the bottle full force at Soap. The bottle collided with the back of his head with a satisfying thump. Gaz and Price fell about laughing, trying to keep some composure before going on the mission. ‘Don’t fuckin try me John! I ain’t dealing with you like last time!’

The last time being when you were in Mexico on a stakeout, Soap and Ghost had gotten horrendously sunburnt, burns and blisters on their arms. It was cloudy out and they didn’t listen to your warning of the high UV index that day. They both came back with crispier skin than the chickens at KFC. They needed inadine patches to help the skin heal and the open sores to be cleaned regularly. Which of course meant more work for you, you gave them a huge lecture on sunburn and the dangers of it. Ghost took it on board, Soap however clearly did not.

It took weeks to heal and they both moped around base grimacing in pain every time they saw you. Soap tried to avoid you as much as he could, petrified you’d show him the pictures of sunburn again. ‘McTavish! Sit your ass down and look at these. This will be your skin if you don’t apply lotion. I’ve told you time and time again to wear it. You’re a pain in the fuckin neck.’ It took all of your restraint not to slap his sunburn to teach him a lesson.

Soap rubbed the back of his head, a red patch forming already. ‘Fuckin hells bells woman! You need to be on a rounders team with an arm like that.’ Laughing to yourself Ghost came up behind you ‘could you not concuss my Sargent before the mission? He’s useless as it is.’ Soap shot his head around ‘aw come on now Lt. I know you’ve got a soft spot for me.’ Ghost rolled his eyes before walking over the the jeep and sliding in next Soap.

Over the next few hours you caught up on paperwork of minor injuries you had to deal with. Ready to put onto their clinical notes back at base. You cleaned your Glock 17 and timed yourself taking it apart and putting it back together again. Determined to beat Ghosts time he set.

The boys retuned and filled you in on the operation, it actually went straightforward for once. A couple of scrapes and bruises but all in all nothing much for you to do. ‘Laswell found what she needed to?’ You asked Price tucking into your protein bar. ‘Just waiting for confirmation kid, Makarovs been seen back in Russia, fucker is working with Hassan. Known terrorist, who we also know is working with the cartel in Las Almas.’ Your eyes widened, Jesus, this was extensive. ‘Christ, back to Mexico I take it then?’

‘Yeah, meeting up with Shadow Company. They’ll be assisting us with finding Hassan, and in turn Makarov.’ Price rubbed his beard as he spoke, seemingly lost in thought. ‘Evac tomorrow at dawn, get your heads down. Got a hell of an operation a head of us.’

1 week later

You sat in your new clinic at Alejandro’s base in Las Alma’s, Alejandro is the leader of Los Vaqueros. Smooth talker and passionate about protecting the people who live there. Rodolfo, the cutie that he is, is Alejandro’s right hand man, served with each other for 20 years. They looked after you and got you what ever you needed.

There was a knock at the door, turning round your eyes lit up seeing Ghost stood at the door. ‘Hey’ you said quietly, offering him a small grin. ‘We’ve got a hit on Hassan, heading out tomorrow. Just waitin’ for Graves.’ Your smile soon dropped. You hardly spent any time with each other since the night you spent together. Part of the job you guessed, but it still got you down. You walked past him and shut the door, locking it. ‘What you doin’?’ He asked puzzled. You leant on your door with your hands behind your back and bit your lip. ‘I don’t know when I’m gonna see you next. This operation is huge. I have you here and now, I’m making the most of it.’

You slinked over to him and slid your hands down his arms. You inhaled his scent, musky and clean, grabbing hold of his wrists you stroked his skin peeking out between his sleeves and gloves. He let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes. Your touch always managed to break down the walls he kept up, ever so slightly. It offered him some grounding from the never ending storm that consumed his mind. He cupped your face, and studied your eyes, your beautiful eyes. ‘I’m comin’ back’ he said gently. Tears began to stab the back of your eyes ‘I’ll hold you to that Riley. I like havin’ you around.’

He pulled you into him and encased you in his arms, you both stood like this for some time. He placed a masked kiss on your forehead, ‘I take it you locked the door for a reason?’ You smirked and looked up at him, giving your best doe eyes. ‘Maybe.’ With that he pulled up his mask to his nose and swooped onto your lips. He forced his tongue inside of your lips, both tongues fighting for control. Teeth clashed together in the fierce mess of desire that was your kiss. Struggling for breath you pulled away, adrenaline surging through you.

Fumbling with his belt, you eventually undid it before undoing your own. ‘Don’t think I’ve ever seen you so needy’ he mumbled into your ear. ‘Shut up Simon.’ You slid your hand into his trousers and grazed the tip of his hard cock, eliciting a gritted hiss from him. ‘On your fuckin knees’ he growled as he pulled your hair. Doing as he wished you sank to your knees, maintaining eye contact with him. Shimmying his trousers and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock you placed a tender kiss on the tip. He cupped your jaw and caressed it with his thumb.

Taking him into your mouth he threw his head back, a guttural moan building in the depths of the chest. You swirled your tongue around his shaft before you started bobbing your head. Setting up your own rhythm you dig your nails into the material of his trousers. The length was perfectly perfect, but he was thick. Placing his hand on the back of your head he pushed you beyond your limit. Gagging noises filled the room, tears pricked your eyes as you fought for breath. The familiar taste or pre-cum slid down your throat as he let out desperate breaths. Spit adorned your chin as you tried to keep up with his demanding pace. Seemingly knowing you were reaching your limit he pulled out and stood you up, licking the drool of your chin. ‘Atta girl.’

He backed you up against the counter and lifted you onto it with ease. Yanking down your trousers he pulled one leg free and hooked it around his waist. He spat into his hand and cupped your already soaking cunt. ‘Fuck, so wet already.’ You moaned in reply, the feel of his fingers on your swollen clit felt like ecstasy. ‘Just fuck me’ you moaned into his mouth kissing him, ‘please. Need you so bad.’ He lined himself up at your entrance and slid himself in with ease. You pulled him into your neck groaning into his ear as he peppered your neck with kissed. His hips slammed into yours, the feel of your wet cunt around his cock made him pick up his pace. He found your collarbone and bit into it, ‘fuck Simon.’ You grasped at the back of his neck trying to steady yourself. ‘So … tight … fuck’ he moaned into your neck. ‘Harder Simon, f … faster, please please please.’

Your needy begs were making him come undone, the whimper in your voice drove him to the edge. He was so close but he refused to finish until you did. He placed your hand on your clit ‘show me, show me what you do when you think of me’ he demanded. You rubbed firm circles onto your clit, instantly you felt your stomach tightening. ‘God I’m so close Simon’ you panted. ‘Good girl, keep goin’ for me, wanna feel you come.’ He pulled you closer by your hip, bruise marks were certain, but the thought of him marking you excited you even more. You slammed your forehead against his chest to muffle the moans, your other hand cradled the back of his head. ‘Come for me, that’s it come on my cock.’

The building orgasm was becoming unbearable, the coil in your stomach was so close to snapping. A flurry of begs left your mouth as he he whispered filthy praise into your ear. Finally it snapped, your moans bordered on sounding possessed as he slammed his cock into you. ‘Where?’ Almost immediately you answered ‘come in me Simon, please, I wanna feel you.’ He pulled your head back by your hair ‘you’re a fuckin filthy bitch’ he groaned as he slammed his lips into yours. Kissing you he came as he moaned into your mouth. His come filling you up, leaving you feel completely satisfied.

As he pulled away the sudden realisation of what he’d done had set in, his widened as he looked at you. Knowing instantly what he was thinking you cupped his jaw and laughed ‘I’m on the pill, don’t worry.’ He relaxed into your touch as he pulled out, watching the mess he’d made slip out of you. ‘In that case, can’t waste it can we?’ He used two fingers to push his cum back into your freshly used cunt. The sudden overstimulation took you by surprise, yelping in surprise. ‘Fuuuuuck Simon.’ Your eyes rolled back as you bit your lip.

As the wave of pleasure slowly dissipated you were met with Simon staring at you. ‘Yes?’ You smiled. He leant in and kissed you again before tucking the stupid strand of hair behind your ear. ‘Man of many words aren’t you Riley?’ You teased. But you knew he struggled to say how he felt, so you’d take his gestures of affection. Actions speak louder than words so they say.

After he helped you clean yourself up he held your hand and gave it a squeeze. ‘Come back to me Simon’ you repeated ‘please.’

‘Can’t leave you lookin after Soap on your own can I?’ You snorted, he was like your child, especially with the type of banter you had between you. ‘No, you absolutely cannot. I’ll kill him.’ Ghost stood and placed one more kiss on your forehead ‘We’ll update you when we can love.’ Nodding you watched as Ghost left your room, sadness weighed heavy upon you. This was a huge mission before them. You knew they were more than capable, all of them. They were your boys.

Ghost couldn’t cope with all the emotions he was feeling because of you. His mind was screaming at him not to carry on with you. To break your heart and stay away from each other. But his heart wanted you, wanted some happiness, wanted something his mother would be proud of. The last happy memory he had was of hugging his mother. But he felt he didn’t deserve happiness, he was a killing machine, cold, somewhat psychopathic. He didn’t deserve you, your touch, your smile, your warmth. He deserved to feel the way he feels because of everything he’s done. But your presence never left him, never left his mind, his thoughts. He couldn’t shake how you affected him, how much he needs you. You completely and utterly haunted his mind.

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rebelwrites · 3 years

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What Happens In Vegas

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N so this was inspired by this post @theysayitscrazy

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The moment you spun around, your eyes landed on the Blondie that was speaking to your future brother in law. You were confused, this week in Vegas was just for the wedding party, as one big bachelor and bachelorette party, yet you had never seen this guy, or a few of the guys before.

“Yo, sis!” You shouted, resting your arm over your older sister's shoulder. “Who is the fit Blondie taking to D?”

“That my dearest sister is his best man, and one of the lads that he used to be a team mate to.” She struggled.

“Okay, okay next question, why the fuck haven’t I met him before?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the God that was on the other side of the room.

“Because first of all you were married and secondly he has been around plenty of times since you have been crashing with us, but somebody has been too shut off to realise.” Jade shrugged, like it was nothing.

“Please don’t remind me of that asshole,” You snapped, “And sorry I’m trying to rebuild my life after he left me with nothing. But now big sister I need to meet this guy because holy fuck he is fine.”

“Oh god.” She laughed. “You are a nightmare!”

“Hey, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas right?” You grinned as she dragged you through the crowd.

As you got closer, you recognised one of them. The one and only Jason Hayes. Letting go of your sisters hand you ran into his open arms. You hadn’t seen him for years.

“Alright, trouble.” He laughed squeezing you tight. “I haven’t seen you for what feels like forever,” he shouted over the music.

“Yeah well you can thank that asshole for that,” You sighed.

“Wait, you aren’t wearing any rings?” Jase asked.

“He left me, took me for everything I had, took the business, the house, the car, everything.” You shrugged “Divorce finalised a couple of weeks ago.”

“And she’s been a nightmare ever since,” Danny laughed, pulling you into a hug.

“Dude, shut up and let me go through my hoe phase in peace!” You giggled, grabbing a shot from the centre of the table.

“Right I need to introduce you to some people.” Danny smirked at you.

“Urm, yeah you do!” You smirked, making him laugh.

“Okay well you know Jase, that’s Sonny, Ray, Eric and Clay” Danny said pointing at everyone.

Flashing them all a smile, you locked eyes with Clay, and instantly felt your heart starting to race, he was one hundred percent your type, and your mind instantly went to the gutter, as the dirty thoughts took over.

Everyone broke off in their groups and you gravitated towards Clay.

“I didn’t know Jade had a sister?” He grinned.

“Yeah, I’ve been crashing theirs for nearly a year now but to be fair I’ve been out a lot! Especially the last couple of weeks.” You laughed, “But it’s nice to get back to the old me.”

“How long were you married?” Clay asked.

“It was about six years, first year was good and then the rest was hell.” You sighed, “But that is a depressing story, so that’s all you are getting.” The music had now changed to more sensual stuff and you couldn’t help but smirk “Come on, we are dancing.”

“I don’t dance darling.” He laughed, bringing the beer bottle to his lips.

“Oh I’m sure I can change that!” You giggled, “Live a little Clay, we are in Vegas, who knows what could happen.”

“Fine but if I don’t have fun, I will make you pay.” He winked.

“I will hold you to that.” You smirked, linking your hand in his dragging him to the dance floor.

To say you had only met Clay a couple of hours ago, you felt like you had known him for years, the conversation flowed along with the alcohol, his touch set your skin on fire and there was definitely shameless flirting going on. And currently you were both in the middle of the dance floor, smashed out of your face, bodies pressed against each other, as his fingers caressed your cheeks. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. And the moment they connected you knew you were fucked.

No one had made you feel, like he had with one kiss. He left you wanting more, wanting to get to know him, wanting to get him into bed. He sent your brain into a frenzy.

“Well that was unexpected!” You breathed, as he rested his forehead against yours.

“You said it yourself, we are in Vegas, anything could happen!” He smirked.

You knew the next week of the trip would be absolute chaos, seen as it looked like you had a new partner on crime to cause trouble with.

The night passed, the drinks kept coming and everyone would be dealing with a nasty hangover in the morning, but you didn’t care. You were all living in the moment, without any thoughts. You and Clay were all over each other, either you were sitting on his lap when you were in the booth, or your hands were roaming over each other’s bodies. And all you could think about was him taking you back to his room and having his way with you.

“Oi trouble,” Danny said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you got another round of drinks in. “I see that look in your eyes, when you look at Clay.”

“And?” You giggled.

“Just be careful, okay,” he said kissing your head, “Clay is a good lad, but I know that your heart of yours is fragile at the moment.”

“Like I said D, let me live the hoe phase. You just worry about the wedding and let me worry about my heart okay.” You nodded.

“I wouldn’t be a good big brother if I didn’t look out for you,” he smiled.

The last call had been made and the final drink had been drunk, everyone was fucked, you couldn’t walk straight so was clinging to Clay, but he wasn’t any better than you so you couldn’t stop laughing as you made your way back to his hotel room. Seen as he still had a stocked mini bar, so the two of you were going to carry on the party.

But you stopped by your room to grab a pair of shorts and a vest top as you needed to get out of this dress and into something more comfortable. It didn’t take long to grab what you needed and get to Clay’s room

The moment you were alone, you tugged at the straps on your dress, shimmying out of the constricting material. Leaving you standing there in a push up bra and thong. Clay didn’t know where to look, the feeling on his eyes roaming your body made you weak at the knees.

“Like what you see baby?” You giggled stumbling over to him, somehow you managed to trip over, but Clay caught you just in time.

“I do,” he breathed, as he held you in his arms. “But I think we are both too drunk to do anything about it.”

“But,” you pouted, “I want you!”

“I know and I want you too, but you are a lot more drunk than me, so it’s not happening tonight though!” He whispered guiding you to the bed. “And honestly the amount of whiskey I’ve drank I don’t think I can get him up, no matter how hard I try!”

“Haha you have whiskey dick.” You giggled, reaching round to undo your bra. “I’m so sleepy,” you hummed.

“Wear this,” Clay laughed, tossing you one of his shirts, “then I think we best get some sleep, we have breakfast to attend in something like 3 hours.”

The sound of a phone going off, woke you up, along with the blazing sun streaming into the room.

“Turn it off” you groaned, snuggling further into Clay.

“It’s your phone,” he mumbled.

“Urgh” you sighed, slowly lifting your head off his chest to try and figure out where you had left the phone.

It didn’t take long to find it, and you couldn’t help roll your eyes as you saw the 20 missed calls off Jade and Danny. Just as the call ended it started ringing again with Danny’s face popping up on your screen.

“Thanks for waking me up!” You moaned, covering your eyes with your hand.

“Well you sound fucked,” he laughed.

“And you are annoying as hell Mr I Don’t Suffer From Hangovers,” you whisper shouted. “My head is pounding, can I go back to bed?”

“Nope! You and Clay are late for breakfast,” he said, the smirk evident in his voice. “Now get your ass down here in 10 minutes.”

“Asshole, you best have a large coffee and a fresh pack of smokes waiting for me!” You growled ending the call, looking back over at the bed you saw Clay had fallen back asleep. “Oi idiot, wake up,” you said, poking his cheek, “We got ten minutes to get downstairs.”

He didn’t say anything but groaned as he rolled out of bed, you couldn’t help but gulp as he stood there in a tight pair of boxers, hair all fluffy, just looking like a snack.

“You just gonna stand and stare, or you gonna get ready?” He teased.

“Urm yeah,” you mumbled, picking your shorts up of the floor, pulling them on before grabbing your bra and vest top disappearing into the bathroom.

Once you were ready you walked out into the bedroom, rubbing your arms from the crisp morning air.

“Here, wear this,” Clay smiled, tossing you one of his zip up hoodies.

As you slipped it over your shoulders, the smell of his aftershave filled your nose, making you smile. You had known him less than 12 hours and he was making you feel like a teenager again, yep you were fucked.

Soon enough you had both joined the group at the table outside, before you even sat down Jade passed you a spare pair of sunglasses, with a smirk like she knew this would happen.

“Well you two look like a sight for sore eyes!” Danny laughed, looking between you and Clay.

“Shut up and give me the smokes!” You hissed, holding your palm out. The moment you had the smokes Jade linked her arm with yours dragging you to the smoking area.

“Right, tell me everything!” Jade squealed.

“Nothing happened,” you shrugged, “And please whisper!”

“Girl, come on. I have known you for years now, I saw how you were looking at each other last night.” She grinned, “And I know full well you ended up in his room and that is his hoodie.”

“Look we were far too drunk for anything to happen, I mean I wanted to but Clay put a stop to it because of how drunk I was.” You said, taking a long inhale of your smoke.

“I knew you would have a connection with him.” She beamed as you headed back to the table.

The moment you sat back down, Clay winked at you, making you feel giddy again.

“So I’ve heard love is in the air,” Danny smirked.

“Urm fuck love, just gimme the hot, rough sex!” You said, taking a sip of your coffee.

“I mean if you met the right person, maybe you could have both.” Clay said, keeping eye contact with you. The moment your brain caught up with what he said you choked on your coffee.

“I mean that person had to be really fucking special to make be believe in love again.” You shrugged, everyone else had gone back to whatever conversation they were having.

“If you are challenging me, then I’d say game on,” he smirked, leaning his head against his fists. “I know you felt the spark last night.”

“Let’s just see what happens this week,” you laughed, “And if I haven’t killed you then we shall see, but the sex better be damn hot boy.”

“I’m sure I can show you how hot it can get tonight!” He hummed, making you once again choke on your coffee.

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gutsygay · 3 years

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Stuffing Story: “Daniel Gets His Fill”

Hieee 👋presenting my first kink fiction story, just a couple college guys getting stuffed.

Features stuffing, overeating, tummy rumbles, burps, and tummy rubs.

SOOOO um hope y’all like it 👉👈🥺

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“And that about wraps it up for today! Don’t forget chapter four homework due Monday.” the professor said, dismissing the class.

Daniel grinned, hopped from his seat and headed toward the lecture hall door. He was an active type, and hated to sit still for long periods. As he waited for the crowd of his classmates to shuffle through the door ahead of him, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the nearby glass bookcase. He was average height, with tan skin, broad shoulders and large thighs. He was muscular and lean, save for a bit of a belly protruding from the very bottom of his abdomen, which he could never quite seem to work off, or even to tuck away completely when he wanted to hide his pudge.

Daniel didn’t care though. His main passions were eating, and working it off with strenuous exercise. His energy seemed boundless, but none more than his appetite was bottomless. At the time he wanted nothing more than a full rack of ribs and some buffalo wings. But at the same time he already had energy to expend as well. He wavered about how he’d spend the afternoon when his friend Nick called to him from across the hall, settling his silent debate.

“Yo Danny! We hitting the gym or what?” Nick said with a toothy grin.

“Sure, bro.” Daniel replied. “Leg day today, right?”

“Think so.”

“Sweet. I’ll meet you downstairs in five.” Daniel said, and headed to his car.

He grabbed his athletic clothes. He smiled to himself in anticipation of the coming activity. Soon they’d squat, lunge, press and strain their legs until they were nearly too sore to walk. He turned his thigh to the mirror he’d mounted on the inside of his locker door. His quads were already looking huge - they were getting that chiseled teardrop shape as well. As he lifted his shirt for a better view, he felt a sudden rumbling from down below. It had been nearly four hours since lunch - which was never enough for Daniel in the first place - and he was filled with nearly child-like excitement for what was to come. He thought of his favorite part of lifting - gorging himself afterward. Such a strenuous, calorie-intensive session as leg day meant he could pack it in with no shame.

He arrived at the basement gym, which was open to all resident students, but was surprisingly empty at the time. Nick was already at the squat rack - he had already set them up with a soul-crushing 315 pound squat rack.

“Alright then.” Daniel said, pumped. “Let’s hit it.”

And so they did. They grunted their way through 5 sets of squats, followed by lunges and leg presses. Then Daniel did some calf raises in the squat rack, his belly jiggling every time he descended. Some of it slipped out from under his shirt occasionally, and glistened with sweat. Daniel just rolled his eyes and tucked it back in.

When they finished, Nick lifted his shirt to wipe his sweat, exposing his ab muscles. Nick looked at Daniel’s partially exposed abdominal region and smirked. “You can never seem to lose that chubby little gut, can you?” he said, poking Daniel’s flab, which was still beaded with sweat. “Nah, don’t have the willpower I guess. But I don’t care. Let’s go eat.” Daniel said.

“Sure, maybe just a salad, Danny? If you - “

Nick was cut off by a deep audible growl from Daniel’s belly. Daniel squeezed it with both hands and looked up at Nick.

“Uh, okay bro, how does Wendy’s sound?” Nick said, silenced by Daniel’s rumblings.

“I’m not feeling it. Let’s hit that new buffet instead.” Daniel said, already headed for the door. Nick followed, knowing his friend was now less of a freshman undergrad and more of a beast in search of prey.

They showered down, got back into school clothes and jumped into Daniel’s car. Daniel usually offered Nick a ride back to his apartment whenever he needed it after their afternoon lifting sessions. They headed a few blocks away from the main campus building, towards a new all-you-can-eat buffet. Daniel’s hungry stomach continued to growl louder, but he simply turned up the car stereo to drown it out.

After what seemed like an eternity, Daniel and Nick pulled into the buffet. They walked in and the greeter happily showed them a booth, but the restaurant owner behind her pursed his lips upon seeing Daniel and Nick, visibly ravenous. They had already twice visited the fairly-new establishment. This kid’s gonna drive me out of business, he thought to himself. That orifice must eat his weight in food once a week.

They claimed their booth seats, and beelined to the buffet area. Daniel grabbed a plate and loaded it with buffalo wings (honey barbecue AND blue cheese), meat loaf, a bacon cheeseburger, quesadillas and a pepperoni calzone. The plate must’ve weighed nearly a pound, and Daniel was practically drooling on the way back to the table.

“Jeez, got enough there, bro?” Nick asked as they sat down, but Daniel was already stuffing his face.

“Nnnf, mm!” Daniel forced a reply.

“Never, huh?” Nick asked.

He watched as Daniel tore into the bacon cheeseburger, engulfing nearly a third of it in one bite. In well under a minute he’d downed the whole thing. Daniel grinned wordlessly at Nick while chewing the last bite, and quickly swallowed before promptly moving on to the meat loaf, followed by the chicken wings.

Jeez, does he ever slow down to breathe? Nick thought to himself. And I feel like he’s just getting started. Nick ate a few bites of his ham slices, and mac and cheese on the side. When he looked back up, Daniel’s buffalo wings had been reduced to six picked-clean bones piled up on the plate, being drenched with grease dripping from Daniel’s calzone. Nick watched as Daniel’s eyes rolled back slightly and closed with pleasure every time he swallowed. He’s enjoying it. It’s like sex on a plate to him! he thought.

Daniel finished the 3 quesadilla slices, and pressed a napkin to his mouth. And then he burped. He tried to quiet it, but his hand and the napkin did little to muffle the rumbling gas that burbled up and out of him. It lasted nearly 5 seconds in all, and Nick could even feel the vibration through the table.

“You good, dude?” Nick asked.

“Uh, ‘scuse me, heh heh.” Daniel wiped his mouth and rolled his eyes, trying and failing to play off his prior eruption.

“Damn dude, you really put that shit away.” Nick gestured to the now empty plate before him.

“What can I say? I’m hungry as fuck.”

“You mean you were hungry as fuck.”

“I dunno man, that belch freed up some room.” Daniel said, patting his stomach. His belly had always been a little large, or at least proportionally big compared to the rest of his body, but now it was visibly distended. More? How could he possibly still be hungry? Nick wondered, and watched as he purposefully strolled back to the buffet line. He had just packed away more than 3000 calories as if it were nothing. Nick couldn’t help but feel intimidated, yet drawn to Daniel’s ability to consume like some kind of alpha male.

By the end of it, Daniel had downed a second plate. And a third. And a shish-kabob. And not one, but two bowls of ice cream for dessert.

Daniel polished off the second bowl, and released another burp, not even trying to muzzle it this time. Nick sat in awe. He himself had managed two plates and a scoop of ice cream, but his dishes were nowhere near as heavily packed as Daniel’s.

“Oof, I think I’m about ready to put a cork in it, bro.” Daniel said, fiddling with his pants belt.

He stood up, revealing his overstuffed abdomen. In the past hour it had taken them to eat, it had grown from a miniscule, doughy bump to a basketball-sized food baby. They headed out to the parking lot, and Daniel lifted his shirt to give his belly a little massage. Nick couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“So that’s where you put it all.” Nick said, blank-faced, and finding himself weirdly intrigued by this bodily transformation.

Daniel turned to face Nick. He burped again, managing to muffle it into a low hiss this time, and replied, “I’m not a bottomless pit after all, haha. It’s gotta go somewhere, y’know.” He looked down at Nick, grinning, and gently patted the underside of his bloat to make it jiggle.

“Uh, yeah, heh heh.” Nick replied, watching his friend’s flab bounce.

“Hey, you want to come over and hang for a while? That anime you like came out on Netflix.” Daniel offered.

“Yeah, sure! I’d love to let it hang out with you. Er, hang out with you.” Nick said. An unexplainable chill ran through him.

They hopped back in Daniel’s car and headed off to his apartment. Nick kept glancing over toward Daniel, still in disbelief at the size of his stomach. In the intermittent illumination from passing streetlamps, he saw it bulging and spilling out in between the seat belt straps. He also saw the physique of the rest of Daniel’s body - his arms and chest were defined, and his quads were still bulging from the prior workout. His left arm was fully extended, lazily gripping the top of the steering wheel, his other resting sandwiched between his thigh and his belly flab.

When they arrived at Daniel’s apartment, they went to his couch, turned on the TV, and waited for the streaming service to connect.

“Whoof!” Daniel exhaled, as he collapsed onto the couch. He reclined in the corner with the armrest and the back cushion, and extended one hand behind his head, the other poking his abdomen again. “Heh heh, maybe I overdid it.”

“Nahhh,” Nick said absentmindedly, staring at Daniel’s gut.

“Uh, don’t you think so?” Daniel grinned, raising an eyebrow.

Nick realized what he’d responded with, and simply blushed.

“Yo, I’m about to burst, jeez.” Daniel lifted his shirt further and fumbled with his belt. “I gotta undo this, I’m dying. You’re cool with that, right?” Daniel said, popping his belt buckle open.

Nick paused, still staring, and said, “D-Do what you gotta do, man.”

Daniel’s exposed belly shone in the soft light of the television. He gripped the button of his jeans, pulled with a grunt, “Unnnh!” and popped open the waist of his pants, sinking backward into the cushions as he did so, as if overcome with relief. He pulled down his zipper, and the lower part of his abdomen spilled out, and rested upon his thighs ever so slightly. Then he lifted his belly to grab the waistband of his underwear, and tuck it downward, so that his gut now hung out completely, unrestricted. His stomach gurgled audibly. Daniel put a hand on his chest and belched loudly. Good lord, he has no shame about this at all, he’s just sprawled out, digesting and not giving a fuck. Nick thought. He’d never experienced anything quite like this before.

“Damn, ‘scuse me, heh heh. Sorry about that.” Daniel said, his abdomen continuing to rumble periodically.

“Don’t be.” Nick said quickly, unsure of why he had received such a feeling of satisfaction from someone else’s burp.

Just then, the streaming service loaded, and Daniel leaned forward to pick up the TV remote, and let out a slight groan, the sides of his belly folding into rolls as he did so. Daniel gripped the remote with both hands and said, “This dumb thing doesn’t work right, I need to get it fixed. The show won’t play unless you hold the On-Demand and Play buttons at the same time, for the first few minutes.”

Daniel reclined again and held the two buttons, extending both hands toward the TV, further exposing his belly in his lap. The theme song of the aging anime started on the screen. The catchy, angelic tune emanated from the TV, but wasn’t enough to muffle further rumbling from Daniel’s stomach.

Daniel looked down at it between his arms. “Ugh, it’s sitting in me like a rock. I really gotta burp again.”

Nick was fixated on Daniel, not paying a moment of attention to the anime on the TV. “H-heh, bet you could use a belly rub right now.”

“Ugh, you know it, bro.” Daniel replied.

Nick paused for a long while, staring at Daniel’s plump gut, resting in his lap. “You know… I guess, maybe, if you wanted to, I could rub your belly for you.”

Daniel looked over at Nick, and let out a soft chuckle.

Nick stuttered, nervous he’d made things weird. “I-I mean, uh, since your hands are full, and like-”

“Sure, bro. Come on over.” Daniel said smiling.

“Uh, seriously? I mean, okay.” Nick said warily.

“Yeah man, what else are bros for? Also I’m dying over here, I’ve never been this bloated.” Daniel reassured him, as Nick slid toward his end of the couch. “If I could get a quick massage down there that would be great.” Daniel reclined, and turned his body toward Nick slightly.

Nick rubbed his hands together to warm them, and gazed upon Daniel’s rumbling, distended tummy. In the low light from the television, he could see that it had bulged from under his ribcage, giving the top an almost triangular shape, but became sublimely rounded closer to his navel, and at the underbelly, which spilled between the zipper of his jeans and onto his thighs. There was almost no hair on his tummy, save for a light sprinkling of peach fuzz surrounding his navel, and trailing downward towards his manhood. His belly button, which Nick had earlier seen to protrude slightly outward, had all but disappeared into the newly chubbier, squishy mass of belly.

Nick hesitated to take in the sight up close. “Y-you ready?” he looked up at Daniel.

“Go ahead, bro.” Daniel replied with a smile.

Gingerly, Nick placed a hand - starting with the fingertips - atop Daniel’s belly, and he could feel the warmth and softness of his exposed skin. He placed his other hand on it as well - the fingers wrapped around the side of his belly, while the thumb lightly gripped in Daniel’s sunken navel. He slowly pressed into the soft skin until it reached a point and became firmer, the bloat caused by all the food. Nick blushed and remembered that he was giving a massage, not just feeling his friend for pleasure.

Nick began to press more firmly and move his hands in a slow, rhythmic motion surrounding Daniel’s navel.

“Like this?”

“Almost.” Daniel replied, his eyes closing in bliss.

Nick continued, pressing firmer still, and re-orienting himself on the couch to press and knead from different angles. Nick could still feel Daniel’s stomach rumbling about, working away at the mass of food. Periodically Daniel would let out a small burp, and Nick could feel the vibrations starting deep within his friend’s body, and burbling up and out. Nick wondered what kind of relief he was bringing his friend, if Daniel’s tummy was faring any better due to the massages and release of gas.

“Move your right hand down a little.” Daniel instructed. Nick slid his hand down below the navel, closer to Daniel’s left leg.

“Unh, down more. And press.” Daniel said, sounding almost desperate.

Nick obeyed, his hand now brushing against the front of Daniel’s jeans, and the waist of his underwear. He pressed harder in this lower area, under the stomach, and felt something shift, as if he’d freed up some mass deep within Daniel’s swollen gut.

“Right there, that’s it -” Daniel started, before he was cut off by a sudden, intense rumble, followed by the loudest burp Nick had ever heard. Nick’s head was positioned right near the top of Daniel’s abdominal area, and he could hear the massive expulsion of gas, and feel the tummy deflating. The burp lasted nearly a full ten seconds, and Nick looked up at Daniel, chuckling.

“Man, you feel any better after that?” he asked.

Daniel hesitated to catch his breath, “Yes, oh my God, I needed that.” he said, groaning. Daniel set down the remote, as the show was playing properly now.

At this point Nick was in acceptance that he was aroused by all this, and continued softly massaging Daniel’s gut, which was finally settled, more or less. Nick prodded experimentally around Daniel’s belly button, curious if he could help his friend release additional pressure. Daniel rewarded his friend’s work with several more burps, each bringing him blissful relief as the pressure in his gut gradually decreased. Finally, Daniel’s stomach was settled, and Nick felt the mass beginning to move downward into the lower intestines.

“Thank you, bro. That felt amazing.” Daniel said, grinning as he looked down at Nick, whose hands were still feeling his belly.

“My pleasure!” Nick replied with a toothy grin. He realized that seeing his friend stuffed, and helping him through tummy trouble, made him feel a delight he’d never experienced before. He stayed still, save for his hands, waiting for Daniel to say he’d done enough. But it seemed to Nick that his friend was just letting him stay there, his hands on his tummy, for as long as he wanted.

Eventually Nick fell asleep, his head on Daniel’s lap, and he listened to the last remaining soft gurgles from deep within his friend’s tummy as he drifted off. Daniel soon found himself nodding off as well, in an irresistible food coma, his hand resting on Nick’s back. He fell asleep, happily dreaming of tomorrow’s breakfast.

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And that’s that, hope y’all enjoyed 😅

#stuffing #overeating #gassy #gassy belly #tummy troubles #burp #tummy rub #tummy rumbles #gurgle #belly rubs #belch #gutsygay #original

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itsmeevie01 · 4 years

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Bio!Dad Bruce Day 9- Last Name (Wayne)

ok, so, if youve paid attention, the you know that i can’t write dialouge for the life of me lol.so today…i bring you dialouge in the form of texting :)

Marinette didn’t make a big deal about who her father was. Of course, when she had just met the man, she had relied on her friends to help her navigate the tricky situation. Since then, the teen had gotten good at only saying what she needed to. Chloe knew. Nino knew. Kim ands Alix knew. Max knew. They all knew and didn’t bring it up. They knew that she had processed it and moved on. To her, Bruce Wayne was just her father. She didn’t talk about the money, or all the work her father did. Marinette made a point to just be herself, and not worry about what names were attached.

At school, of course, she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. On her ID? On her ID, she was Marinette Cheng-Wayne. Only those who needed to know knew. That how Marinette liked to keep it, at least, if she could help it.

When Marinette was 14, a new girl joined her class. The girl was sweet, if a little delicate. She said she had a lot of different injuries and conditions, but who was Marinette to judge? When the girl started to cling to one of the boys, Adrien, Marinette got a little worried. It wasn’t the end of the world, if he had offered to help, but he looked uncomfortable. When she mentioned this to Chloe, the girl had snarled. “That leech has been worming her way into his head. If you could hear what Gabriel was telling him to do- “her friend shook her head. “If I step in, want to help?” Marinette felt a smile crawl its way onto her face.

“gladly.”

Over the next few weeks, the girls watched what their new classmate, Lila, did. By that point, Nino had brought up his own concerns at fit far too well with theirs. Finally, Chloe decided it was time to take action. The blond stormed into the class and settled into her seat with a scowl. When Sabrina hurried over to join her, Chloe shook her head. Marinette took pity on the redhead and tugged the girl to the back of the class with her, whispering a quiet “watch”. When Nino and Adrien came in, Nino made his to the back, where he plopped down next to Kim. Alix and Max sat across the aisle, and all of them were ready for the explosion that was bound to happen. As Lila and Alya slipped in together, chatting and giggling over some story, the others exchanged glances. They had all been pretty close for years. Because of that, it was hard for others to join their group. The newest addition was Sabrina, and that was only because of her tendency to hang around Chloe. A ding on Kim’s phone drew the groups attention, making them all glance down at their own phones. In the group chat, Alix had sent a video linked to the LadyBlog.

Alix: saw this, this AM. Might be worth looking into. (video attached from the LadyBlog, Titled The Secrets of the Wayne Family)

Mari: wtf

Mari: what is she trying to do

Mari: her ass will get lawyered so fast

Max: she obviously hasn’t thought this through

Kim: is she claiming to know them????

Chlo: oml

Chlo: SLANDER

Chlo: please Mari, please tell me that she doesn’t know your family?

Mari: I mean

Mari: she might? But I think her family name would have come up when Tim and I were planning world domination if she did.

Max:!

Mari: don’t worry, its been put on the back burner. Dad has a new kid that keeps trying to stab Tim w/ a Katana lol.

Nino: Mari, aren’t you supposed to go visit soon? Maybe you should just stay here, dudette.

Chlo: ITS SHOWTIME

The friends hurriedly stowed their phones away and returned their gazes to the front of the room where Lila had approached a confused Adrien. The boy had been deposited next to Chloe in the first row, confusion evident in his green eyes. The Italian girl leaned over the desk, trying to garner as much attention as possible. “Adrien, why don’t you come sit with me? I was hoping you could help me keep up with the lesson.” The dangerous flash of her eyes was so fast that most would have missed it. Marinette narrowed her eyes in suspicion. It looked like Chloe hadn’t been exaggerating about what was going on behind the scenes. Moving before things could get out of hand, Marinette skipped down to the desk.

“I can help, Lila! Literature is one of my favorite subjects!” the anger that glowed behind Lila’s eyes was worrying, but Marinette wasn’t worried. She grabbed the other girl by her elbow and tugged her towards the seat the brunette usually occupied. “I’m sure that Alya wouldn’t mind sitting next to Sabrina!” as Marinette settled into the new seat, Lila folded herself onto the bench and pulled out her notebook, shunning her new seatmate. As Marinette got her own supplies ready, she mentally prepared herself for an hour of clod anger directed at her.

After the bell rang, Marinette slowly started to collect her things. The girl next to her was moving faster than the noirette expected. For a girl who was supposed to a wrist injury, Lila sure wasn’t trying to avoid the pain. Shaking her head, Marinette finished collecting her stuff and went to join Chloe where she was waiting at the door. As they linked arms, Marinette realized that there was a sharp voice behind her, crying. “Oh Alya, it was awful! Marinette wouldn’t answer any of my questions, and told me that if I didn’t understand it, I should keep my mouth shut!” Chloe sniggered next to her and strode away towards the lockers, pulling Marinette with her.

“Honestly, Mari? I wish you had told the brat to shut up, maybe then she would be scared of you.” Marinette rolled her eyes at her best friend.

“your only scared of me, because you’ve seen me with Tim, and know that we already are on the path to world domination.” Chloe shook her head and closed her locked with a soft thud.

“Mari, you are worse than all of your brothers, simply because you don’t use your fathers name to back you up. If you did that, then you would have the same royal brat rep I do.”

Chlo: so, is anyone going to put a stop to the liar’s yapping?

Adrien: wait what? Chloe, who are the other numbers?

Chlo: Adrien, please.

Chlo: do you really not have these numbers saved already?

Nino: yeah dude, that’s a little mean

Mari: lol yeah, I’m insulted, Adrien!

Adrien: Wait, Nino?

Adrien: who…is in this chat?

Alix: Me!

Max: Markov and myself

Kim: and me, man

Adrien: that…doesn’t help.

Chlo: oh honesty!

Chlo: you idiot, its Mari, Nino, Max, Alix, and Kim.

Chlo: you are Ridiculous

Chlo: UTTERLY RICICULOUS!

Mari: Chloe, chill. I don’t think he’s been in one of our…unique chats before.

Max: affirmative. Adrien usually spends time with Nino, Alya, and Lila if he isn’t with Chloe and Sabrina

Chlo: back to the topic at hand!

Chlo: the brat has to stop

Mari: I mean…she hasn’t done anything we can stop her with yet.

Nino: we need solid proof

Alix: are we just going to forget this AM? (video attached from the LadyBlog, Titled the Secrets of the Wayne Family)

Adrien: is someone going to tell me what’s going on?

Mari: we can’t drag them into this, Alix. it’ll make it worse, not better.

Alix: M, are you sure? we could shut her up real fast. Your fam, mine, Chloe’s?

Max: theoretically, it would be the path of least resistance.

Mari: THEY ARE A LAST RESORT

Mari: I AM NOT LETTING JASON MOCK ME FOR THIS

Mari: bc that ass totally will.

Adrien: ok, but what’s going on?

Max: Lila is trying to use you to catapult herself to fame

Kim: haha yeah, its not going to work if we have anything to say about it.

Chlo: also, very happy Mari never brought Alya into the fold

Mari: fuck no

Mari: do you see the way that girl doesn’t research anything. She latches on and never lets go.

Nino: so, you’ve said, Mari. I still think your over exaggerating on that one, lol

Mari: lmfao

Mari: Nino, she thinks I have a crush on ADRIEN of all people.

Mari: sorry, Adrien, bc you’re my friend? But she latched onto something and won’t let it go

Alix: shit I remember that. She tried to get us to set the two of you up. Those plans SUCKED.

Mari: remember how I kept sabotaging them lol? She just thought that fate was against her

Max: logically, shouldn’t that be a sign that you two aren’t meant to be?

Mari: haha I wish. After that, she tried to set me up with Chat Noir.

Chlo: WAIT

Chlo: that’s what Lady Wi-Fi was about?

Mari: yesssssssss

Adrien: um…should I be concerned about this?

Kim: I mean…no? its normal at this point.

Max: Chloe, plan #3 might work for taking down Lila? We wouldn’t need Mari’s family to join in if we do that.

Mari: if that fails, I’ll call Tim.

Mari: but ONLY if #3 fails, and we can’t make say…#5 work.

Chlo: you got yourself a deal, Marinette.

When the group entered the classroom together the next day, Chloe and Marinette were chattering excitably together. Adrien and Nino were talking about something on his phone while Max was keeping sore for whatever competition Kim and Alix had going on. When Lila approached Adrien and tugged him over to her seat, the others tracked her movement wordlessly.

When Alya came in and found them watching, she smirked at them. “those two make a cute couple, don’t they? Lila was practically glowing earlier when she was talking about the date they went on last night.” The friends exchanged telling glances but otherwise brushed the girl off as they dispersed to their seats. As she made her way to the seat she had claimed at the back at the beginning of the year, Marinette paused by Lila’s desk.

“Lila, do you need help again today? I know that the topics we’re covering are a little difficult if you’re not familiar with them.” The brunette scowled up at her.

“sorry, Marinette, but you can’t really keep up with the help I need.” The smaller girl shrugged.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way, Lila. If you ever need help, feel free to ask.” as she made her way to her seat, Marinette could hear Lila say loudly

“She’s just jealous that I have connections like the Wayne’s and Jagged stone and she’s just a little miss nobody.”

Mari: fuck it, it’s on bitch. I’m calling Jagged and Clara. These are slander charges now.

Chlo: should I expect your family’s lawyers too?

Mari: hell no. Tim is a last resort.

Mari: dad’s friend tho? THEY are defiantly going to be getting a few phone calls.

Mari: hey Jagged, Penny. I have just a tiny question.

Penny: Marinette! We were getting ready to contact you! What’s going on?

Mari: what kind of slander would be bad enough to sue over?

Penny: why?

Mari: this (voice file attached. Label reads SeNd To JaGgEd ASAP)

Jagged: little lady…where did you get this?

Mari: I recorded it during class today

Jagged: this liar is your age?

Penny: Marinette, would you mind if I send this to our lawyers?

Mari: go right ahead.

Tim: so…

Tim: would you like to explain why Jagged Stone is ranting to B in the entryway about a “little lying brat” who is in his “favorite niece’s class?”

Mari: wat

Mari: idk what you’re talking about

Tim: Little Bit, you can’t possibly think he hasn’t name dropped you yet.

Mari: WHAT.

Mari: fuck

Tim: ummmmmm

Tim: WHEN DID YOU START CUSSING?

Mari: tim. Please remember who my brothers are.

Tim: OH neverminded

Tim: why didn’t you get me involved?

Mari: theres no reason for Marinette Dupain-Cheng to know the Wayne fam

Mari: also, we wanted to use #3 and #5 first. If they didn’t work (they are) we were going to rain fire lolz.

Tim: fine. When your ready for the power that comes with the name, lmk

Tim: aslo, I insist on being included in the planning.

Mari: also*

Tim: fuck off

Tim: I wan to be ready for whatever damage control might be needed with the press

Tim: also, I live the kind of chaos that you and Chloe create together lolz

When Adrien turned to Marinette during lunch that day, there was clear confusion in his eyes. “Mari?”

“what’s up, Adrien?”

“who was that guy…Tim? That Chloe kept mentioning?”

“oh? She didn’t tell you?” the blond shook his head, looking worried. Marinette smiled ruefully and sighed.

“he’s my older brother on my father’s side.” When Adrien furrowed his brow, Marinette elaborated. “My father lives in the United States and runs a big corporation. He spends a bit of time in the limelight, but he keeps us all out of the press.”

“the…Dupain family?” Marinette laughed before smoothing over her friend’s confusion.

“no, Tom is my dad, but Bruce is my Father. He lives on the east coast, and I spend most holidays and breaks with my siblings over there.” Adrien nodded and smiled at her.

“I guess that makes sense. Its really cool at you get to spend your time with both sides of your family like that. What is your father’s last name then? I don’t think I’ve heard it.” Marinette winced.

“My father’s last name is Wayne. Anywhere except school, I use the name Marinette Cheng-Wayne.”

ok, thats a wrap. for once, this could be read by itself with almost no context. this will fit intothe overall storyline, but i had to go back and set the stage (this) for when Mari is 15. here, its the begining of the school year that she turns 15. (her b-day is in April bc i want to mess wiht cannon even more than i already do.)

#b!dbwm2020 #b!dbwm #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupen chang #chloe b is my fave #if you cant tell #My writing #maribat #mari is as smart as tim #fignt me on this #she is a queen #ml x dc

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imissjoongsmullet · 4 years

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Too Far, Seriously

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: smut

Summary: Part 4 in a very dirty Bang Chan series in which a one night stand leads do a friends with benefits type of relation.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 5

In this part: you and him have been fucking around for quite a while now and it’s great, until certain feelings start getting in the way.

Warnings: graphic sexual content (duh), swearing, fuck buddies, sex toys, overstimulation, praise, alcohol, romance, angst

Word Count: 4K

Author’s Note: I debated on whether taking this story in this direction or not but I guess in the end, I couldn’t help myself. This one’s a little less dirty (still dirty tho haha) but I hope you still like it. And I’ll be posting the final part in a few days!! Love you all!! ♡

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The air is heavy with the familiar smell of sex. Skin slapping against skin in a rhythmic fashion, intertwining with the sounds of his heavy breathing and your desperate moans. It's ecstasy. He's pulling your hair as he pounds into you from behind and you're once again desperate for him, responding to his every request with an eagerness that makes him want you more with every passing second.

The hand previously holding onto your waist moves between your legs and you cry out. The vibrator he's wearing on his index finger presses into your clit, jolting you into pure madness.

"Chan," you whine out at the touch, "too much, I-"

He only responds by pressing harder, never letting up his merciless thrusting.

The stimulation is overwhelming and you can’t help but cry out to him, begging for release. You start to shake under him, moaning out his name when you feel his tongue licking a wet trail up your neck towards your ear. When he arrives there he groans lowly into your ear.

"It's okay baby,” he says between pants, “you’ve been good for me tonight.” He bites into your ear before whispering, “come for me."

The feeling of his breath in your ears and those words echoing through you empty head make your whole body tremble with sudden intense waves of pleasure. You whine and clench around him, letting your orgasm take over at last. It feels like the whole world is falling apart around you and you love it. You would let it all go to shit as long as you can feel as amazing as you do right now.

Your limbs go weak under him as your sensitivity starts to highten. You let out another string of moans, for Chan is not planning on letting go of you soon.

"Fuck, you're so hot," you hear him pant somewhere above you.

He grabs a tighter hold of your hips, fingers digging deep enough to bruise, and bounces you fiercely onto himself.

"Baby," he mutters darkly and you know by his tone he's about to blow. His breathing hitches and his hands squeeze your hips a dark red. You feel him release, the sensation of him filling you up adding to the afterglow of your own orgasm. He continues to rock you for a few more seconds before slowing and releasing his grip.

"Fuck," you let out after he’s pulled out. You curl into the sheets and turn to him.

A goofy smile spreads across his face.

"Don't look so proud, you ass," you say, burying your face into a pillow.

You feel a light smack against your butt, stinging only from the fact that he’d been spanking you before.

"Did I, or did I not make you see stars just now?" His voice is positively drenched in smugness.

"I hate you," comes your muffled reply from behind the pillow.

"Yeah right," he laughs and his hand is at your shoulders, pushing you playfully.

"Yeah, right!" you reply, raising your head, trying your hardest to scowl but breaking out into laughter instead.

It's nearly 3am. Most of the city is fast asleep but the two of you are still up, doing nothing much but not really making any moves toward sleep yet either. You'd been in and out of sex for hours. Limbs tangling, chasing pleasure together, losing yourselves in one another.

With him, often, it's dirty as anything and he calls you names, pulls your hair, bites you, chokes you, spanks you until you beg for release. But more recently, he fawns over you, growling little pet names into your ear, squeezing you close as he rides into you. He’s still undoubtedly conceited and annoying as hell, but you’ve also noticed other sides of him that have surprised you, making being with him a lot more bearable than you’d initially expected. And the sex is good, moreover, it has stayed good. It’s still as exciting as the first night you ended up in bed together - and you’re in bed together a lot. You're so used to him on you it feels odd when he isn't.

Now as well, you feel an emptiness at the loss of him.

Not that you're planning to mention that.

He's looking at you with that telltale grin, eyes twinkling with mischief and you know he's not about to let you sleep just yet.

"Shouldn't you be heading home right about now?" you say, stifling a yawn.

"I don't wanna go yet," he replies, grinning and he starts to crawl towards you. You eye him suspiciously as he slowly comes to hover above you.

"Do you really wanna be a zombie tomorrow?" you ask, raising your brows at him, "I'm sure the others are getting suspicious too."

He breaks out into a chuckle, "those guys wouldn't know it if we were doing it right in front of their noses."

"Whatever you say," you respond, "but you'll be in big trouble if you're not on time tomorrow, just saying."

"That," he answers, getting all the way on top of you, "is something for future me to worry about."

You wanna roll your eyes but he captures you with a kiss instead. It's slow and deep and the sensuality of it takes you by surprise. His beautifully toned torso slides against you as he goes in a second time and a soft moan topples from your lips. He finds his way from your mouth to your jawline, kissing down your neck with that same languid pace. It's slightly ticklish where he presses his lips, breath playing against your skin but you don't want it to stop. Another involuntary whine escapes you when he suckles the crook of your neck, creating another pretty little bruise for you to have to hide later.

"Not there," you manage to say as your hands come up to his shoulders.

He lets go and looks down at you, lips all pout but eyes full of joy. It's adorable. The thought passes through you for the fraction of a second before you pull yourself together.

"I don't wanna have to wear another turtleneck tomorrow, get off!" You shove him and he rolls onto his back beside you, laughing.

"Maybe you just don't want your other lover to see."

The sarcasm wasn't lost on you.

"I could have another lover, you know," you reply, acting casual.

He shakes his head, smiling. "I don't doubt that." He runs a lazy hand through his hair, mimicking your casualness. "But I don't think you need another lover after everything I do to you."

"You're so fucking full of it," you say, closing your eyes. He was right of course: you definitely weren't in need of another, but he didn't need to know that.

"You're blushing," you hear him say.

"I'm not."

"I like making you blush."

You open your eyes to find him lying on his side, with a face that’s just begging to be punched.

"I hate you." It's all you know to say at this point. You're pretty sure you mean it too.

"Come on," he shoves you softly. "you know you're lying."

His confidence continues to baffle you. You decide not to react and instead, pull the sheets over your face.

"Why so shy, baby," he chuckles and you feel him move. His head pokes in underneath the blanket and he's wearing the stupidest grin. You want to move further away from him but before you can he's crawling on top of you under the sheets. His hands move over yours pinning them on either side of your head.

"Gotcha."

He's smirking down at you and all of a sudden, for no apparent reason whatsoever, you feel yourself go hotter than ever. Something about the twinkle in his eyes irks you and you wish he'd move away but stay at the same time. He does neither. He does worse. He starts to lean in and his face has changed, mischief replaced with something more subdued.

When his lips brush against yours you go weak. It's nothing special, the kiss, but it wipes your mind clean of all reason. A million tiny feathers tickle just underneath your skin and you feel a panic coming up. With a last soft peck to your lips, he pulls away and at last, it seems like he's arrived at the place you are.

He's looking at you, brows slightly furrowed, eyes stark with confusion. And it's quiet; too quiet. You can hear the humming of the air-conditioning, the soft flow of his breathing, the uncomfortable thumping of your heartbeat.

"Maybe we should go to bed after all," he says, rolling off of you.

You're unsure of how to respond but glad he's at least done something to end that awkward moment. Your mind is still blank. You know you should probably say something to lighten the mood and let him know everything is fine but nothing comes out. He’s already reaching for the bedside lamp.

“You ready?” he asks in a tone as if nothing particularly strange has just happened.

“Yeah,” you manage to respond, hoping to sound the same.

The lights go off and, as you feel him move around in the sheets beside you for a minute, you start to wonder what the fuck just happened.

You wake up feeling perfectly comfortable and you sure as hell are not planning on opening your eyes yet; it's too nice. A warmth presses into your front, radiating through to your whole body. Your limbs feel heavy, sluggish and sore; you can’t even bring yourself to scratch the slight itch on the side of your nose. Then you notice the arm that’s slung around your waist lazily, fitting you snuggly into the warmth in front of you. That’s when your mind starts to clear up and-

Something stirs around you. You open your eyes, only to come face to face with Chan. You’re nearly nose to nose, which is, at the moment, a bit too close for comfort. He seems to agree. He’s looking at you half asleep, half startled for a second before he moves away.

“Oh god,” he groans, “what time is it?” He reaches for his phone and curses at the numbers on the screen. “I’m gonna be so late,”

You want to shoot him an ‘I told you so’ but decide against it, as he’s now scurrying around the room picking up pieces of clothing and throwing them on in absolute chaos. He stumbles into his pants, not bothering to button them, worms his way into a black T-shirt and runs to the mirror. He brushes a hand through his tousled bed hair, curses some more, picks up his bag and heads out the door without another word to you.

You’re not bothered, you tell yourself as you get dressed as well; he’s probably already getting in trouble for being late. It is his own fault and he could have said goodbye to you at least but you’re not going to hold that against him… probably.

Everything is fine.

The sun is blindingly bright when you exit the hotel but you don’t have your sunglasses with you. You peer at the ground, feeling more agitated than necessary as you make your way home. Your thoughts flit to Chan. He might be getting yelled at by his manager right now, you think wickedly. Serves him right.

Pain shoots through your side as you hit the street sign of your local coffee shop and, for some reason, that’s also Chan’s fault. You’re all sore from the night before and this isn’t helping, you think in disconcert, hugging your arms close to yourself. You still feel him all over your body, from the bite marks at your shoulders to the muscle pain in your thighs - not to mention the state of your pussy - and for some reason it bothers you. Perhaps it’s the way he left in the morning. His eyes had held a coolness behind them you weren’t used to. Those eyes linger for a while as you walk the empty, early morning streets. They bring you back to the night before and, without warning, an uncomfortable sensation rolls over your shoulders, down into the rest of your body. It makes your head buzz with questions you’d rather not ask yourself right now, so you quicken your pace and try to shake it off. Not that it works. All it does is feed into the frustrations you were already growing, so, by the time you arrive at your tiny one bedroom apartment, you’re positively brooding.

For once, you wish you had work to go to. Where the thought of staying home all day with nothing much to do usually elates you, today, it’s nothing but a reason for you to continue to over-think things. You do not want to think about things right now, especially Chan-related things because the uncomfortable feeling that arose on your walk home has now started pressing its way into every little nook and cranny of your brain.

You try to numb yourself with TV and snacks, putting a stopper on your brain so the feelings stay put, and, after a few attempts, find something on Netflix that manages to hold your attention for more than five minutes. Somewhere deep down, you know you should probably be thinking some things through; your brain keeps trying to shout at you to, but you refuse to listen. You turn up the volume of the drama you’re watching, drowning out the desperate pleas of reason. It’s blissful escapism and you’re planning to keep it up all day. It almost works too, until you receive a text.

It’s not even anything special. He’s just sent you a funny video of a goat dancing to one of his songs. Entirely unnecessary, you think, but fine. You’re just about to turn your attention back to the TV when he adds a message.

[Same time next week? ;)]

And with that, the stopper on your brain pops off and the uncomfortable Chan-related feelings run rampant, taking over your entire being. There’s so much going on you can barely make sense of it at first. You let out a frustrated groan, kicking your head back against your couch.

Your phone buzzes again and even the sound of it fuels your anger. You press a pillow over the screen and get up, not knowing what to do with all of this strange energy. The phone buzzes once more, muffled but still audible under the pillow.

It’s a complete impulse; you grab the phone and start jabbing at the screen. There, you whisper hotly to yourself. His notifications are now muted. Not forever, of course. You just need some time to calm down; today is just a bad day. You’ll deal with him once all of this has subsided.

Only it takes a lot more time than you’d initially thought to get him off your mind. The next couple of days pass irritatingly slow. You try to distract yourself with work and friends but at the end of the day you’re still peeking at the messages he sends you, agonizing over whether to reply or not. The thing is, you feel like you owe him an explanation for not responding at this point. His messages have changed from flirty jokes, to concern, to what you can only interpret as annoyance. But you have no idea what to even say to him. You don’t exactly know how you feel. It seems silly but you just can’t face him, so, when push comes to shove, you do not text him back. You will, you keep telling yourself, once you’ve got yourself figured out.

By the weekend, you’re going mad thinking about him and you’d kill for any proper distraction. That’s when your friend invites you to a party at one of her friends’ apartments.

There it was: the perfect opportunity to forget the mess you’re in.

On the day of the party, you find yourself oddly nervous. This wasn't like you. Luckily, your friend had the wonderful idea of meeting up at her place before the party for some getting ready and, more importantly, pre-drinking.

You haven't told any of your friends about Chan and you're not about to change strategies now. But when you're sprawled out on this particular friend’s bed while she drags a brush through her hair, she turns to you with a frown.

"What is up with you lately?"

"Nothing," you lie, staring at the ceiling and praying the alcohol will start to do its job soon.

"Yeah sure, whatever," she laughs, "you look fine."

You sit up to face her. "It's really nothing big. It's stupid."

"So it's a boy."

"I'm not talking about this with you," you say, shaking your head and falling back onto the bed. You reach for the bottle on the night stand.

"Always so mysterious, you are," she says, putting down the hair brush and coming over. She takes the bottle out of your hand and takes a sip. "But listen, if you're suffering because of this boy, I have one piece of advice," she hands you the drink back with a wide grin, "tonight, you're gonna forget all about him."

By the time the two of you arrive at the party, you're just the perfect amount of buzzed; just lightly, so your emotions are mostly numbed but you still know what you're doing.

The apartment is huge for a place in Seoul and there are already enough people for you and your friend to enter completely unnoticed. It's a modern, open-plan space and there’s a buzzing in the air that excites you. The main lights have been turned off, leaving only a couple of warm mood-lights. Some hip hop song plays softly from speakers at the far end of the room, the beats mixing with the murmurings of the crowd and you feel right at home.

"Do you wanna go find us a drink?" your friend says, leaning into you.

You shake you head, starting to smile.

"I wanna dance."

You drag your friend towards the speakers, where a group of people is already moving to the music.

This is great, you think. You should have done this days ago instead of spending your time staring at your phone. The music goes through you like a delicious breeze, willing your body to curve its way through the motions. You close your eyes and smile, swaying your hips, bopping your head and, oh yes, your head is completely vacant by the way. It feels a-ma-zing. It’s light and fun and easy, exactly the way you like things. All is well with the world, at last, until you open your eyes again and see something that makes your heart give a sudden painful pull.

You have to do a double take because you simply cannot believe your eyes.

Why is he here?

Chan is standing a bit further away, in front of a large window overlooking the city, with another girl. He’s looking down at her with his signature grin and she’s noticeably falling for it. It’s actually him. You can’t fathom the fact that he’s here, let alone with someone else. To make things worse, he reaches out and his fingers come to the girl’s side, lightly playing with the fabric of her dress, not unlike the way he did with you that first night.

You feel your insides start to boil. Your first instinct is to charge over there and give him a piece of your mind, but then you realize how dumb that would be. He’s in his complete right to do whatever he wants with whomever he wants… just as you are. And maybe that was the answer you’ve been looking for. He doesn’t look troubled at all. Maybe you should be going about things the same way he is.

You scan the room until your eyes land on a tall guy with dark hair, looking at you over a glass of wine. You walk over, mentally throwing out all worries, and introduce yourself.

“I saw you dancing before,” he says, leaning down towards you. He smells faintly of wood and tangerine.

You smile up into him. “Did you now?”

You’re amazed how naturally you fall back into flirty behavior. You run your hand up his arm before taking his hand and leading him back towards the speakers.

Dancing feels a whole lot different now, with this guy’s hands on your hips and his eyes all over you. You can’t say you dislike it. He turns you around, pressing himself softly into your back. That’s when you start heating up. You don’t know why but it feels a bit strange, being this intimate with someone else. He knows how to move; his front smooth against your back and there's just the right amount of contact for you to get excited. One hand holds your hip and gently guides you through the song. You feel his breath on you from time to time, tickling your ear, sending chills down your spine.

The night ticks on by as you dance. You've soon forgotten all about your problems as you sway and sway and fall deeper into the form behind you.

Something soft grazes your ear.

"Shall we go get a drink?"

You turn around, looking your mystery man in the eyes and nod.

He grabs the both of you some drinks and leads you to a more secluded part of the room, where the music won't bother you as much. You lean against the wall and allow him to envelop you.

"So," he begins, "where did you learn to dance like that?"

"I'm a bit of a pro actually," you reply, unable to hide a smile.

"You sure are," he grins down at you, sublty moving a little closer.

You're glowing. God, you love flirting! You don't even really care to know about this guy in great detail. You're just having fun talking about nothing, knowing very well where things might lead at the end of the night. And he's good at it too, bouncing off of your energy with boldness and wit. You notice him drawing nearer and nearer as time goes on. A hand comes to your side, his face drops a little lower, but he doesn't kiss you; not yet. He draws it out like he knows you want to, so an hour and a half later, when he does kiss you, you’re aching for it.

His lips are soft and taste of alcohol. You take him in gladly, sliding a hand around his neck and pulling him close. His hands roam your back slowly, but with a force that lets you know he’s not going to let you go any time soon. His tongue trails over your lip swiftly and you open up for him, deepening the kiss. Adrenaline rushes through you, enhanced by the alcohol already in your system, and you feel yourself growing needy for more. You moan into his mouth when his hand arrives at your ass, squeezing possessively.

"What the fuck!"

The voice is startlingly loud compared to the hushed conversation you'd been in for the past few hours. Before you can even see where it came from you’re pulled from your new lover’s arms. Realization hits you like a dreadful bomb when you see the dark haired man you’d been kissing crash into the wall, after being pushed by a shorter, blond haired guy.

Fuck.

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#next and last part coming very soon #bang chan #stray kids #bang chan smut #too much #smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #bang chan x reader #angst

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yn-dreamlife · 4 years

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Our Princess

Ok so like I don't know if ya’ll have seen the interview or whe=atever where BTS dresses up as Princes and then proceed to like kiss each other on the cheek and stuff but imagine like you're there and they dress you up as a princess and like.... yeah. (Heres the interview if you haven't seen it)

BTS x reader (OT7 x reader)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: fluff, low-key smut/lemon, mentions of smut, cuteness, nicknames, eventual shy reader use of the word daddy/daddies (like once)

Images not mine just found them on the internet but I did make the collage.

As I sneak into the back of the building I have to stifle a gleeful giggle at the sound of my boyfriends laughter. I can tell at this moment its Namjoon and Taehyng laughing and my heart swells at the thought of them.

I truly am blessed to have such seven amazing boyfriends. And im blessed to have a friend who's willing to sneak me into this interview, of course I could have just told them the truth and come with them but this would be better.

I just got back from my world tour and while most of it they where with me the last month (give or take) they had to return home. They called me to ask when I would be home and when I heard they where having an interview at the place my friend works I quickly lied so I could surprise them.

They’ve done it to me tons of times before, it’s only fair I get to do the same. And hey if this happens to be how we officially tell the fans we’re together then I’m okay with that. Sadly im not actually sure what this interview is and y/f/n wouldn't tell me.

“y/f/n!” I groan as she drags me away from where my feet were already carrying me.

“Sorry y/n/n but I gotta get you in the proper attire first.” She says winking.

I look at her suspiciously “you’re not sending me out in lingerie or some shit right?” She sputters before quickly yelling at me in a hushed whisper how they don't do that here and I couldn't help but chuckle, “just checking.”

She rolls her eyes pushing me into a room and locking the door behind us, sometimes the boys need to leave an interview during break just to be alone and it would ruin the surprise of me being here if one barged in.

As I finally look around I gape at the big ball gown right in the center. “Woah! What lucky duck gets to where that?!” I gasp admiring the beautiful dark blue dress.

“You” She states like its a simple fact like humans need to breathe.

“M-me- What?!” I look at her dumb founded and she just smiles.

“Mmmhmmm!” She hum happily pulling it off the mannequin. I waste no time undressing and quickly putting the dress on before she changes her mind or something.

I feel giddy as the dress slides on my body. “y-y/f/n” I stutter out staring at myself in the mirror as she quickly applies some makeup and puts my hair up in an elegant updo.

“Hmm?” she hums.

“I look-” You pause truly speechless.

“Absolutely amazing?” You nod silently, “of course you do! With me as your stylist where could you go wrong?!” She chirps happily as she looks at her watch.

“Are we to late? Did this take to long?!” I ask worried trying to ignore my growing disappointment.

“What?! No! Just trying to see if they’re all dressed and ready. You’re going to be the last one to go as our surprise guest.... and it looks like its time!” She says as her phone chimes.

I stand up hands sweaty so I wipe them on a towel. “Wont they see me as I enter?”

She shakes her head, “no they’ll be turned around and blindfolded incase someone tries to peak.” She says winking, “oh and you will be too!”

“What?!” I exclaim shocked.

“Yep... haha kinda for the whole beginning half.” she says scratching the back of her neck.

“W-wha -why?!” I asked in a hush voice as she leads me out of the room.

“You’ll see.” She whispers placing a silky blindfold carefully on my face, not tight enough to ruin my makeup. I sigh as we continue walking.

“Alright boys! Are you guys excited?!” y/f/n asks excitedly. she whispers for you to sit back and you do so carefully.

“Yes!” Jungkook says excitedly. “I want to see this mysterious beautiful princess!” I can hear the smile in his voice and ignore the slight ache. ‘He’s doin it for the fans, they dint know about us yet.’ I remind myself.

“May I ask a question?” I hear Namjoon ask.

“Of course!” y/f/n says.

“How old is this princess?” He asks I assume I’m supposed to answer but a hand is slapped over my mouth before I can do so.

“She’s around all of your age!” she says quickly as Namjoon hums thoughtfully. You nod remebering they don't know its you yet.

“Can I please please please take the blindfold off now?!” I hear Hoseok asks and I almost ‘aww’ at him but I refrain.

“No.” y/f/n, states simply. “-First” she says cutting of there groans of frustration. “I want you to guess who it is.” She says, “Or who you hope for it to be.”

“Papa Mochi!” I hear Jimin cheer happily and I almost bust out laughing but I quickly cover my mouth.

“That’s a guy!” y/f/n says exasperated like she's heard this all day.

“fine!” he groans, “ummm Kumiko!” Jimin says.

“Is that just a random person?” She asks and when I don't hear anything but a sigh from her I assume he just shrugged. I shake my head smiling as I listen to a bunch of random names leave there lips.

“Kaede” I hear Namjoon next.

“Iva” Jungkook says

“Koge” Jin spoke next.

Now it was Hobis turn “Rai”

Taehyng waited a second before also replying, “Risako”

“Ishi” Yoongi speaks calmly.

“What do you all just have a random store of names in your head?!” Y/f/n asks exasperated. I can hear the smirk in her voice when she speaks next, “Surprised none you said your best friends name.”

“She’s still on tour.” Tae says rather roughly.

“Calm,” Namjoon whispers but I still caught it, ‘just how close to them am I?’ I wonder reaching my hand out only to meet the fabric of someones shirt.

“Wah!” He exclaims and I recognize it as Taehyung. ‘So I’m very close.’ I think to myself. “Uh thanks...” he mutters moving his shoulder away. ‘cute.’ I think.

“Jeez sore subject haha sorry folks,” she pauses and clears her throat before continuing. “Anywho go ahead and take off the blindfolds!” She says and as I go to reach for my own a hand on my wrists stops me.

“Not you m-lady.” She says in a fake accent. I hit her hand away pouting.

‘Lame.’ I think to myself bitterly.

“If she can't see us why is it fair we get to see her?” Yoongi questioned. ‘Thank you!’ I thought exasperated. She groans.

“ugh! fine! Party pooper, you can keep your mask on too!” She chirps and my shoulders sag, ‘so much for that.’

“Fine” he says and I can hear him sit back down. I hear the others collectively gasp as I assume they remove there masks.

“What? Who is it?” Namjoon speaks this time, ‘so he kept his blindfold on too.’

“You two are gonna wanna see this!” I hear Jungkook say and I can hear the grin in his voice. It makes me smile and I wave shyly biting my lip.

“Y-Y/n?!” I hear them both exclaim. My grin widens.

“Y/f/n get this damn blindfold off me I want to see my bo-” I cut myself off, “My boys!” I say in a rush. She groans

“Okay but you'll have to wear it again for one of our games.” She states matter-o-factly. I Quickly rip it off and my smile gets impossibly larger as I see them all standing there.

“Look at all of you!” I say grinning as I stare at all of them in there prince outfits. A noticeable warmth spreading to my cheeks, ‘shit they look really good.’

Before I can think more on how amazing they look I am quickly picked up and spun around by Namjoon. I laugh gleefully as he does so, me and him spent the least amount of time together on FaceTime over the past few weeks sadly, both busy at the wrong times. But that doesn't mean we didnt catch each other eventually.

“Why didnt you tell us you where coming?” Jimin asks swiping in as soon as joon set me down to hug me and the rest of the boys followed.

“To surprise you of course!” I say grabbing Yoongis cold hand as he pulls away.

“Well it worked!” kook exclaimed.

“Yeah this is almost as good as papa mocha right jimin-ah?” Hobbi says nudging him.

“Hey don't be like that!” He says as he stares at me helplessly. I laugh at this.

“No, no I think chim would have preferred Papa Mocha right Jin?” I say looking at the handsome man.

He smirks, “I dunno... maybe” I laugh bending over slightly as I do so missing the way all there yes where trained on me.

“Alrght alright, enough of the gooey best-friend stuff!” y/f/n says. “We’re gonna take a break to give you seven time to prepare and poor y/n here time to enjoy herself before our next game.” she says about to walk away.

“Wait! Whats the next game?!” I ask.

“You’ll see.” As the cameras are turned off we are all sent away, the boys walk with my to ‘my room’ but we all know cameras where there to catch what would be said and whatnot so we stopped in the middle of both and I turned to all of them smiling widely.

“You should have told us!” Taehyng grumbles as he clings onto you from behind nuzzling his head into your neck.

“If I did that I wouldn't have been able to see you get all angry at the thought of me being away any longer.” I said bopping his nose and his own cheeks reddened.

“Oh yeah, guess you heard that huh?” I make a mhm sound and he hides further in my neck as I giggle.

“So kookie was I pretty enough to be worth it? Was I a good enough mysetery beauty princess?” I ask, he bends down cupping my cheek, “The only one who fits the bill,” he whispers placing a kiss on my lips.

“Hey knock it off!” I say as a blush creeps its way onto my cheeks. They all laugh at that.

We go to our own rooms and I sit waiting impatiently. Ten or so minutes later y/f/n comes back and pulls me into the room again and sits me back in the chair.

“Okay so our next game is called... drumroll please!” All the boys smack there hands on there thighs, “Blush-rush!” She declares.

“What?! Oh no!” I say exasperated “grrr curse you y/f/n!” I say shaking my fist at her as the boys laugh.

“Yeah yeah thats the witches job not yours m-lady.” I scoff. “Ok! theres two rounds! One action round and one verbal round! y/n sets the boundaries, and you boys follow them but otherwise your good. Your goal? Make y/n blush as long and as deeply as possible.” She says looking to you to set the rules.

“Ok obviously you boys know the no-no squares.” You say simply and they all chuckle nodding. “Okay, uhhhh I guess..Oh! No yelling in my ear!” You glare at Jungkook then remembering when you where still best friends and he screamed in your ear to wake you up, while acting out how he would wake his future girlfriend.

He holds his hand up defensively and I shake my head at him smiling. “I don't know! You guys know me, so you know whats to far!” I said shrugging. They all nodded smiling, they know old boundaries of when we where trying to hide it from the fans are off the table, we’ve seen the theories and there isn't any negativity towards them so we figured why not.

If it comes out it comes out, if not then thats okay to. We’re happy ether way, it was a group decision.

“Alrighty then lets get going!” She says smiling. “Boys pick which one you do first-” she gets cut off by an enthusiastic Namjoon.

“Words!” He says quickly and all the boys quickly nod in agreement. I can't help but laugh.

“Alrighty then y/n back on with the blindfold.” I groan but put it on anyways.

it’s a long moment of silence before I hear anything at all, quickly thoughts of being alone flood into my mind but are quickly washed away by someones breathe hot on my ear.

“Baby girl,” Instantly I recognize Jin, “you should have told us you where coming, we could have welcomed you home properly.” my eyes widen beneath my mask knowing full well what usually happens when we reunite.

I clear my throat trying to avoid the blush on my cheeks. “Don't try to hide it princess,” Namjoon says his voice deep and on my other side, I can feel the warmth from the two bodies next to me. “You always react so well, such a beautiful blush.”

This time I can't stop my cheeks from turning pink. “Little one~” It’s Jungkook, completely different from the excited adorable one who just minutes ago was excited to see a mysterious princess “doing so good, you’ve barely blushed so far.” He purrs but then chuckles deeply “Or you weren't blushing.” I groan slightly as I shift in my seat.

‘Damnit only three of them have-’ “Hello Kitten,” ‘Yoongi, shit’. “Look at you, don't you look so pretty?” He says and I know if he could he would run his hands threw my hair right now.

“Hello my little flower,” I hear another voice right next to my ear, ‘hello hobi’ I chuckle. “Something funny? Or you just like the way we’re making you feel?” I don't answer and he just chuckles at that.

“Hello my little angel~” Jimin practically purrs into my ear just like Yoongi. “I love your dress, it would look better on my bedroom floor though, don't you think?” I try to shake off his words but of course the blush continues to grow.

I know who has to be coming next and I’m not surprised when I hear his deep voice, “Hi baby, are you happy to be surrounded by your daddies?” He whispers in my ear and by now the blush has moved down my necks and up to my ears.

“Yes how are-” Jin gets cut off by y/f/n.

“Alright alright!” She cuts in, “jeez guys I said make her blush, not kill her... you seven jeesh.” She pulls the blindfold off and I look up to see all seven of them around me smirks on there faces.

‘uh-oh’ I look down not able to stare at them any longer, its to much I’m already warm enough. I didnt think they would be so.... suggestive.

They chuckle as they see my cheeks warming up again. “I have to go cool off in the bathroom!” I say quickly standing up and moving to the hallway. I lean against a wall breathing deeply.

“Damn you.” I sigh as I cover my face, even the after thought makes me blush.

“y/n?” I hear y/f/n, I look up at her smiling softly. “We can't make it a silent part, no one would no what they said and we all sign privacy policy contracts.” She said seriously.

“Oh it’s fine I just was shocked really,” I huff out a laugh, “but lets make it silent, I want to see what our fans come up with.” She grins nodding.

I go back out smiling reassuringly at the boys who all relax visibly. I sit back in the seat preparing myself for the next round. I breathe deeply as y/f/n gives the all clear as I watch Hobi approach.

Truth be told I don't know what I was expecting but I wasn't expecting him to just sand in-front of me forcing eye contact, thats for sure. So when it got to be to much I quickly looked away, and thats how I knew I fell into the trap. His finger making its way under my chin to turn my face towards him as he leans in closer.

And just when I think he might kiss me he pulls way smirking and I purse my lips to prevent a smile. So caught up in the moment I didn't realize Yoongi slipped behind me until I felt his hands move down my exposed shoulders only to go back up and move towards my collar bones. Goosebumps forming on my heated flesh.

He drew his hands away drawing them close to my throat. Jimin also comes up not hesitating to move his hand from my cheek to my neck where he hovers placing slight pressure from his finger tips almost like from one of the first few videos he took of my where instead of doing the face smooshy thing he went and choked me.

I know my face is beat red by now but there is still four more to go. I smile as Jungkook comes up to me, he wouldn't do anything to bad- I’m instantly proven wrong as his arms go around my middle, feather light touches moving over my sides the same way he does when I’m blindfolded and- ‘nope! don't go there then you WILL blush more!’ He smirks triumphantly knowing that was enough.

Taehyung is much more.... pg I suppose as he peppers my face with kisses repeatedly, but I realize that that he was just to prepare me for when Namjoon sneaks up behind my sticking his face in my neck. He is sure to hide what exactly he’s doing by his position but I feel his lips moving up and down my neck going to the spot by my ear.

Jin is the last, and what he does is simple but effective. He simply takes me off the chair and places me right onto his lap, and of course once again by now my face is beet red and they’ve surely beaten me since Hobi, but it was more fun to let them all go.

After that the interview was basically done we stayed for about an hour more before we all decided to drive home. I was in my car with just Jungkook and Namjoon while the others went in there car. Im sitting in the back in Namjoon’s lap, yes there was a perfectly good seat beside him but honestly neither one of them cared and I loved the contact.

We where stopped at a stop light the conversation at a comfortable silence when I spoke up. “You guys where very... open.” I say as I hide my face in Joons neck. he chuckles his hands moving up and down my back.

“What can we say, not seeing you for, what a month? Add onto that the opportunity to publicly do anything we want with you, well we have to do everything we can.” he said smirking squeezing my hips.

“Well not everything.” Jungkook says winking in the rear view mirror and once again I blush as a giggle leaves my lips.

It’s a week later when I go onto youtube and find the latest conspiracy video for the eight of us shockingly. It’s videos of us over the whole time we had been dating, proof of the long time relationship. I smile as I show the boys and we reminisce on the old videos.

I decide to post a picture on my instagram from the interview, one of the seven of them in there costumes and then one of me with each of them alone, namjoons was one of my favorites, not that I didnt love them all of them but one of the camera men caught the moment he picked me up and spun me around and I knew I would always treasure it. I put the caption, “My princes.”

Seeing this they put a picture on there official insta saying “Our princess.” No one truly asked any questions, they all just knew. The comments where filled with friends saying finally, and fans agreeing saying how happy they where. And we where too. We truly would have a happily ever after.

Hey guys my request an taglist’s are always open! Thank you!

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luvlyrv · 4 years

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Second Place (Joy x Fem!Reader)

Genre: Enemies to lovers, fluff

Summary: As a passionate swimmer, everything was going amazing for you until she came into your life. Since then things haven’t been the same and you can’t help but to feel frustrated and defeated. What will happen to this unresolved tension?

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: My first proper post, I truly hope you like it. I tried hard to make it a believable enemies to lovers dynamic and for it to be high quality. My draft ended up being 4 pages on google docs on size 11 tnr font haha. Please get back to me with any feedback you can and I apologize if there are any grammatical issues. Dedicated to my friend Kat :)

Date: 6/25/2020

You ready yourself at the edge of the pool as you turn to look at her. Your face began to heat with anger and your chest was pounding. How could she be so perfect? She was seemingly always a step ahead of you. It felt like she took everything away from you. She took your friends, your teammates, she swam like a goddess, all while being so gorgeous and...

Oh god? What were you thinking? You shook your head and turned away to focus on the water gently swaying in front of you. You steady your breathing and dive into the water. The familiar and welcoming cool feeling enveloped your body. It was usually in the water that you felt at peace, yet this time the only thing you could think about was her. Your only thoughts were about your recent built-up frustration. Sooner than you expected, you felt the wall of the pool and lifted yourself up. Your breathing was heavy as you looked at your coach with a stopwatch in her hand. “Good work Y/N! You managed to shave off a couple seconds on your PR. Keep working hard and you might beat Joy over there!”, you only managed to chuckle a bit in response.

That seriously pissed you off.

Ever since that girl transferred, you’ve been in second place. Knocked off the pedestal you’ve kept for so long. When you used to be the best on the team, she stomped on you. All of a sudden nearly all your ‘friends’ paid no mind to you. Instead favoring to focus on the new girl, who’s infectious smile garnered her the nickname Joy.

What hurt the most is that you understood why people were dying for her attention. While you excelled in your studies and sports, she somehow did even better. The very little free-time Sooyoung seemed to have was fought over by everyone.

Ever since then, you silently declared her as your rival.

You make your way towards the locker room when you feel a smack on your shoulder. Sooyoung passes by and you see her annoying little smile as she says, “Maybe you’ll beat me next time”.

Since the moment she walked into your life it felt like she had her eyes on you, that she was out to get you. You try to shake off your anger and continue making your way. Inside, you hear the murmurs and giggles of some of the girls joking around, as well as the praises your teammates would give Sooyoung. You ignore it and mind your own business. As practice is wrapping up and everyone says their goodbyes, your coach pulls you and Sooyoung aside.

“Now girls, I’m sure it’s quite obvious that the both of you are the top swimmers we have on this team,” your coach begins to quietly speak to the both of you. “The other girls on the team have made their opinions of you quite clear. When the season officially starts I need you guys to help unify the team and do even better than last year,” you start grinning. You already knew where this conversation was going, having heard iterations of the same speech before. You were glad to know that your coach still viewed you highly.

“Sooyoung, the team needs you to be their captain. Y/N, you need to work to help co-captain this team into victory.”

Your smile seemed to slowly fade.

“Ah, thank you so much! I’m so honored to be in this position. You know I’ll do my best for the team.”, Sooyoung said with her iconic smile, bowing to show her appreciation. You try not to show the disappointment on your face. You thought that even though Sooyoung was a better swimmer than you, you’d still the get the position of captain. After all, you’re the one who’s been on the team longest, who’s worked with your teammates for longer than Sooyoung has. Even though in a sense the position of co-captain was the same, you couldn’t help but to feel upset with the #2 label being stuck on you. All you could do was put on a small smile as you say in a meek voice, “Thank you coach. I accept this responsibility and will work hard.”

Your coach smiled at the both of you and patted your backs. “I’m so incredibily proud of what you’ve both accomplished. Now, I’m asking that the both of you try to be friendlier with each other. I see the kinds of looks you give. Just lighten up, okay? We need strong pillars for the team this year. Maybe try practicing with each other more and learn from each other.”

Coach sends the both of you out as she get’s caught up doing her own work. You quietly walk out of the building and to the parking lot together. Even though you were walking next to a person you felt like you despised, you couldn’t help but also feel amazed. Sooyoung was certainly one of the most hardworking and talented people you’ve ever met. You snap out of those thoughts though when all of a sudden you hear her voice.

“Hey, about what coach said... “

“Yeah?”

“Let’s swim together. For practice, I guess. Coach would like that.”

You weigh the matter in your head for a few seconds. Keep your friends close but your enemies closer, they say. Perhaps this was a wonderful opportunity being presented right in front of you. If you two swam together you would get to observe her technique. Maybe you could impress or intimidate her. Really, you wanted to keep tabs on her, and if she’s by your side all the time, if she’s the one you’re competing against day by day... what else would be a better motivator to improve? You sigh before talking.

“Sure.”

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Weeks pass by and you spend nearly everyday with Sooyoung. Although you originally thought that it would be a good idea, it ended up being hell on Earth. When you thought that you could motivate yourself, which was true to some extent, you ended up being more frustrated. Every time you practiced together Sooyoung couldn’t help but to make snide remarks.

“Slipping up? Ah geez, and I thought you were finally beginning to improve.”

“God, You’re like a fish out of water. Flapping your arms like that.”

“How’d you even make it this far?”

Every time she made one of her comments you would ball up your firsts and count to ten. What made it worse was that you felt horrible seeing her improve so much. It made you feel like you could never catch up.

One night when practicing late together your feelings had boiled over. Both of you were in the locker room and had just finished changing clothes. You look at her as she has that stupid smirk on her face and she begins opening her mouth. Before you could spew another hurtful comment you slam your fist next to her, a loud banging noise erupting as your hand came in contact with the metal of the locker. You’re face to face with her as your eyes begin to water.

“God! Why are you so insufferable? You’re everything I want, you know. You have absolutely everything and you have the audacity to rub it in my face. Do you know how much that hurts? Ever since you transferred here my life has been so different. You make me feel so isolated and useless, how can I ever catch up to someone like you? Tell me, how? Are you happy now?”

You knew your face was reed as wet tears streamed down your face.

“Are you...? Now can you stop... stop saying such hurtful things to me. Please.”

Your voice cracked during your last few sentences.

You feel like a fool as you stand there, looking at Sooyoung’s lost face. You turn around and head for the exit. “Forget it.” you say. Before you make it far you feel a soft tug on your hand and you turn back around.

Sooyoung gives you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. As much as you hate her your heart broke when you saw the pain on what was usually a radiant and happy face. Her mouth opens up a little bit.

“I’m sorry.”

“Is that all?” you ask and begin turning around again. Once again you feel that soft tug. You felt grateful for it, because as soon as you dismissed her apology like that your heart broke again. You face her another time and let her speak.

“That was out of hand. I’m so sorry. I’ve been so rude to you... I should’ve known better. Look, Y/N, why do you think I transferred here in the first place?”

“I-I don’t know... I mean we’re known for our academics I guess.” you felt dumbfounded and startled from the strange question.

“There’s that, but there’s also you.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you.” Sooyoung gives a soft smile to you. “I guess you never noticed me since we did different events at the time, but I saw you and noticed you before I ever came here. I’ve always loved swimming, but when I got to see you swim, you were on a completely different level. I saw a passion I never saw or felt before. You inspired me a lot, Y/N. To be a better person, to be a better swimmer. I saw that charming smile on your face, I saw your affect on your teammates, and I wanted to be like you.”

You stand there as the tears going down your face were appearing for a different reason. Sooyoung takes a step closer to you.

“I trained so hard. Hours and hours of swimming daily, every part of me being sore. I wanted to be here with you because I thought if I was right next to a star, I’d shine brightly too. I just wanted your attention so bad I didn’t think hard enough about how all my actions would affect you, and that’s my shortcoming.”

“Sooyoung, I-”

“What I’m trying to say is I’ve admired you for a long time.”

You don’t know how to feel. You couldn’t tell if the warm budding feeling in your chest was from surprise or something else. How could she of all people admire you? The perfect Sooyoung who brings joy to all of those around her. How could she ever view someone like you so highly? Every ounce of anger you had felt since she arrived began to melt away.

You hug her tightly and feel her arms warp around your waist in a way that fit perfectly. You softly whisper into her ear.

“I think I admire you too.”

Suddenly she pulls away from the hug and before you could react she placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I can give you one for every mean thing I’ve said.”

#girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #red velvet imagines #red velvet #red velvet scenarios #park sooyoung #park sooyoung x reader #joy x reader #red velvet x reader #red velvet joy #red velvet sooyoung #kpop au #kpop writing #girl group stan #gg stan #gg writing #red velvet kpop

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bobawriteslove · 4 years

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Shower Thoughts (Katsuki Bakugo x Reader) (oneshot)

**For all you babies, there is some suggested smut in this little piece here!**

For as long as you could remember you always had a crush on Katsuki Bakugo. The two of you grew up together along with Deku and for the most part you got along relatively well. Yeah you had your fair share of moments where you’d fight but that was rare given his personality. He’s called you some ridiculous names in the past and some of which you questioned how a child could know such words. But as you reached your Teen years, it seemed to subside greatly. He started calling you by your name, it felt all too familiar but you weren't sure if you preferred his insults over your own name or not. There were plenty of mixed feelings scattered about as you experienced the daunting years of 16.

It wasn't until after graduation that you decided to confess your feelings for the hot head. It took a lot of convincing for him to understand which “like” you were using in terms of your feelings for him. After he finally understood the context, you shared a moment of silence. As if you both were expecting a “haha just kidding” to go about your lives. But as fate would have it, you boldly grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him in for a kiss to break the awkward silence. Surprisingly he responded quickly in wrapping his muscular arms around your waist molding your body into his as you shared the passionate kiss behind the academy.

Ever since that tender moment, you both decided to live your lives together. You moved in with one another and even did hero work occasionally. Granted he was the show off and was just looking for a fight while you were the voice of reason but together you made one hell of a team. At the end of your days, the two of you enjoyed what little quality time you had together which included your nightly routine.

You undressed in the bathroom admiring the bumps and bruises that were scattered on your arms and legs. A few new cuts to add to the collection but overall you were in top health and nothing was out of the ordinary. You stepped into the shower, turning on the hot water welcoming the tapping massage against your body. The sensation caused your eyes to flutter closed as you slowly drifted off into your thoughts. You began to wonder ‘How long you and Katsuki would last.’ or ‘how adorable your children might be.’ ‘How Katsuki would look as an adult’ hell you even thought about how you would look after your second child. ‘Would you still be heroes once you have your children?’

Imagine settling down after being top heroes for so long. You never gave that much thought until you started getting serious with one another. ‘How would your life be if you weren't a hero, what if you were born quirkless?’ your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back. You snapped your eyes open viewing your naked boyfriend stepping in behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist hugging you tightly planting kisses against your cheek and your neck. “What has you so distracted nerd?” His deep voice resonated off the bathroom walls as he spoke calmly. Seeing him relaxed was one of the greatest pleasures that only you got to experience. It was something no one would expect since he's usually such a hot head and ready to fight the entire world. “You know I called your name three times.” “Hm..sorry i was just thinking about some stuff...it's not important.” You leaned into his embrace placing a hand over his tracing the veins along his skin. “Must have been something for you not to hear me, so tell me what it was dumbass?”

By now you knew well enough that he was saying this as a term of endearment. You smiled a bit turning around on your heels. Standing on your toes you wrapped your arms around his neck planting a quick kiss to his lips. He returned the gesture and his ember eyes stared into your (e/c) ones searching for any kind of answer to his question. Eventually you broke down and sighed lightly. “You know...I was just thinking...what if I wasn’t a hero..what if I was quirkless. How different do you think our lives would be?” “Well for one thing you’d be less hot---” You quickly pinched his cheek roughly letting out a laugh. “Asshole.” “Fuck that hurt (y/n), It was just a joke you damn nerd. Listen...I don't know how different our lives would be if we weren't who we were today. But what I do know is that if you still had that confidence and sickening positive attitude I’d still be somewhat into you. Granted you’d be not only stupid but useless too, meaning I’d have to be the one to save you all the time. Which I don't mind, only if it's you though. Everyone else can go fuck themselves.” As much as you wanted to hate his answer you couldn't help but feel the smile spread across your face as he answered honestly. You were so happy to know that he would still love you even if you were quirkless or not. Gently placing another kiss to his lips, you swapped places with him in the shower allowing him to enjoy the warm water with you. “Mmm if you keep kissing me like that, your ass will be sore in the morning?” “Which brings me to my next thought : How many children do you want in the future?”” “Why do you always ask the dumbest question at night?” “Its not dumb, but seriously I want to know Katsuki..” “One.”

You stared at him with a puzzled expression for a long while. He stared back at you arching his eyebrow with the same puzzled yet irritated expression. “Whats with that dumb look on your face” “One?” you repeated. “Yeah...one” he replied. “Like the number after Zero but before Two?” “(y/n) Do we need to learn the value of numbers again?” “I'm sorry I'm just asking for confirmation, I would have guessed you wanted at least 2 children in your lifetime.” “I only need one, the world isn't ready for the prophecy that we’re going to create in the future. And I want the child to be a girl…” “A girl?!” “She’ll be just like me!” “One of you is enough Katsuki!” His laugh echoed off of the walls as he picked you up allowing your legs to wrap around his waist.

“One of me is enough huh, but you know what they say right?” “What?” “Trying for a baby is the best part. We get to keep trying over and over again (y/n)” He finished off whispering in your ear trailing a kiss down your neck sucking on the sensitive skin. You flushed deeply burying your face in his shoulder. ‘Note to self: Do not talk about children while you’re naked.’ And what a long night it was for you indeed.

#bakugo x reader #reader insert #romance #lemon #smut #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #mha x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #fluff

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skyemak · 4 years

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Hi Skye!! 👁️✨ May I request a first kiss scenario with Jade? I'm so soft and you said you want fluffy ideas so maybe a little hand h*lding too...? Haha jk... unless..??

Take a Hike

Yuu sat at her desk, absentmindedly poking the eraser head of her pencil on her cheek. Laid before her was her homework for the night, which was almost finished. She sat on her stiff chair with one leg crossed over the other. Her foot did not quite touch the ground, and she kicked it around as a means to fidget. The girl stared out the window, not because there was anything quite worth seeing outside, but due to the rain outside. Droplets of water hit her bedroom window, and occasional bursts of lightning would light up grounds through this dusk. From the other side of the room, she heard grumbling from her roommate. Most likely he was frustrated with the homework assigned to him. Yuu knew how to pace her homework over a period of time, but Grim was one to put off things until last minute.

Heaving a sigh, Yuu set down her pencil and grabbed for her phone. She lightly tapped the power button to turn the screen on. No new messages. No notifications. Nothing. Dejectedly, she set the phone back down on her desk, and leaned back in her chair. Of course Yuu wasn’t expecting any messages, but she felt disappointed, nonetheless. A few weeks ago, she had approached Jade, and confessed her feelings to him. The girl was doubtful he would reciprocate, but figured it’d be no skin off her nose. She’d just get it off her chest and move on with life. Unexpectedly, after a time to ponder to himself, Jade said it sounded interesting, and agreed to be in a romantic relationship with Yuu. At the time, the girl’s heart had leapt out of her chest, and she was all smiles for a week. Afterward, however, no matter what Yuu would try, he’d never be available to make time for her.

Go for a walk after class? He’d have plans.

Meet up before class started for the day? He’d have plans.

Eat together at lunch? He, too, rejected that idea, mentioning something about not wanting to make their relationship public.

“It doesn’t even exist in private…” Yuu muttered to herself. Did he not know what it means to humans to be in a relationship? Is it different underseas? She grabbed her pencil again and flipped threw a few pages of her textbook. After finding the page she searched for, Yuu looked toward the window again, contemplating the thought that, perhaps Jade was just trying to be nice. Perhaps he didn’t want to date but didn’t want to outright reject her. Maybe he was just avoiding her until she called it off?

“Maybe I’ll just call it off tomorrow,” Yuu mumbled, returning her focus to her notebook. “One more question, then bed… Then I’ll ask if he wants to cut it off tomorrow…”

The girl couldn’t deny the squeezing feeling in her chest upon that thought, but found she had no other means to approach the situation.

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“Hey—Grim! Wait up!” Yuu called.

“You’re the one being slow!” Grim called back, about five meters ahead of her.

“There’s mud puddles everywhere!” she complained.

The night before brought more rainfall than anticipated. Throughout the path to school were a series of puddles. Not wanting to slip and fall into a puddle, the girl was being very careful to watch her steps.

“You’re gonna be late at that rate!”

“Well some of us can’t fly!”

Grim only responded with a laugh and continued to get farther away. With luck on her side, Yuu found herself with a few minutes to spare before class. As she powerwalked through the hallway, she was surprised to see a certain figure standing by her classroom door.

“Jade?”

“Oh, there you are,” he smiled toward her, walking a few steps in her direction.

“What’re you doing here?” A bit embarrassingly, Yuu was panting due to the hurry she was in. She tried to hide it but—

“In a bit of a rush this morning?”

“Uh, well—kinda,” Yuu averted Jade’s gaze, and timidly tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Oya, there must have been quite a lot of rain last night,” he chuckled to himself. “Speaking of rain, this weekend I was considering going mushroom hunting. The next few days will be a bit cool as well, so I expect to find quite a few. Would you care to join me?”

Yuu shot a look of surprise toward Jade, “Wha—?”

“That is if you’re interested,” he grabbed his chin and looked a bit bashful. “We’d leave early morning and expect not to return until evening. It’s similar to that of an all-day hike. Oh—of course we’d have food and water to nourish ourselves throughout the day.” He glanced toward Yuu expectantly.

Was…Was he asking her out on a date!? Yuu was astonished. Until now, she thought he wasn’t that interested in dating and was ready to break things off. Now she found her heart beating loudly in her chest and her cheeks flush a light shade of pink. The girl’s hair bounced as he vigorously nodded towards Jade. “Yeah! I’ll go! I’d love to!”

The eel smiled elatedly, “I’m glad to hear it. I’ll send you some advice and resources later in preparation. Now then, class is about to start, and I must be on my way. Until then.” Jade turned to leave and strolled in the direction of his classroom. Yuu could hear her heartbeat ring through her eardrums as she watched him leave.

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True to his word, Jade had messaged Yuu some advice and helpful tips for the upcoming Saturday. Yuu was all smiles when she opened her phone to find new messages from him. The message did not stray from the plans they had made, but she was happy to finally have something to talk about with Jade. Before and after school, she’d ask him a few questions here and there related to what she should bring or wear. His face would always light up with a smile when Yuu’d ask. Seeing him so excited about his hobbies made him seem so precious. On top of that, Yuu felt special to be invited along his adventures.

“Tomorrow is the day~” the girl hummed to herself. She laid on her bed on her stomach, reading through a few sources on her phone relevant to the next day. Yuu eagerly kicked her feet in the air as she read her screen. Eventually, she called it a night and double checked her alarm for the next morning before putting her phone away.

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“Oya, you look more prepared than I was expecting,” Jade commented at the sight of Yuu. He wore long black pants, a lightweight jacket, and a set of hiking boots. Hung over his shoulders was a hiking bag, presumingly stored with their food and water for the day. Yuu’s outfit was similar, also with a lightweight jacket, dark gray pants, along with her own set of durable hiking boots. She made a grin and posed. “Yup! I listened to all your advice!”

Jade chuckled pleasingly. “I see. Then, shall we be off?” He turned toward the mountainous landscape before them. “Yeah!” Yuu scampered toward him.

With the sunrise being only a few hours prior, the air felt chill as it brushed over Yuu’s face. The wind was not too strong that morning, but the girl was grateful she wore a windbreaker jacket to keep the cold air from penetrating her deeper. The ground was vast with evergreen trees, moss-covered rocks, and what sounded to be a small stream nearby. As they stepped through the grass, tips of the blades of grass still held some morning dew, causing the tops of their hiking boots became damp. The ground underneath was still cold and moist too. Yuu had to be cautious while she walked, since the terrain was rougher than she least expected. The girl was careful to follow Jade’s lead; he seemed to be very experienced with the area, or at least was good at adapting to changes of the topography.

Jade was quite thrilled when they found their first batch of mushrooms at the trunk of a nearby tree. He sweetly hummed to himself as he pinched the cap from its stem and placed it into a mesh bag. Yuu noted in her research the reason for the mesh bag was to help spread spores from the mushrooms to encourage more growth.

The morning was spent 90% walking and 10% actually finding and picking mushrooms. Jade found a number of different fungi growing about, but Yuu only managed to spot one before he did. Unfortunately for Yuu, the mushrooms she did find, Jade had said they were inedible. Her heart sank when she found out, and her mood began to spiral downward. Hours had passed since they began the day and her feet began to feel sore. He had mentioned bringing along food but had only given her a water bottle. Yuu’s stomach felt like it was about to concave from hunger, and she was hoping he’d propose a break soon.

However, a break never came. About twenty minutes after her thought of taking a break, he only offered her two granola bars from his backpack and kept trudging along. Jade seemed to be excited about the plentiful findings of the day, but more and more Yuu began to feel ignored. He’d run away without warning when he saw a bundle of mushrooms growing from the ground. When Yuu caught up to him, Jade would already be done picking them and continue on his way. Her legs grew sorer and more exhausted. She already had to quicken her pace to keep up with his longer stride, but eventually she let herself fall behind, doubting he’d even notice.

At some point, in the middle of a small forest, Yuu found a dead log to sit on. The log felt hard against her bottom, but it was a great relief for her legs. She could feel what she could presume would develop into blisters ache around her feet. The sun was overhead at this time, and rays of sunlight lit up spots of the forest floor. The girl held her head in her hands and leaned her elbows on her knees. Her eyes traced Jade’s movements as he waved through the trees, north to south, south to west, west to east, etc. Occasionally she’d see him pause at a certain spot ten meters away to crouch down and pick from another finding.

Yuu sighed, dejectedly scraping the heels of her boots into the forest ground. She felt forgotten about and questioned if he’d even remembered inviting her out here. It’d be unfortunate for her, but she wouldn’t be shocked if he left her in that forest alone. She laid her palms down behind her and leaned back on top of the log. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come…” she mumbled. Yuu absently stared at her surroundings, admiring the forest and its beauty. At least it was a nice day out and she was getting fresh air…

Abruptly, Yuu felt a bug crawl over one of her hands on the log and yelped in surprise. She shook her hand furiously and turned around to see what the culprit may have been, but what actually caught her eyes was—

“Oh, a fairy ring,” Yuu said. From behind, she heard a set of footsteps approach. When she turned around, she saw Jade walking toward her.

“You shrieked earlier, Yuu. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Jade!” she excitedly called out to him, “Look at this! I’m surprised you didn’t see this!”

Yuu hopped off the log and walked a few meters. She approached a cluster of mushrooms in a circle formation. “There’s a fairy ring over here!” she smiled gleefully, crouching down beside it.

“A fairy ring?” he asked quizzically. Jade climbed over the log and walked toward her. “I only see a collection of mushrooms though?” The eel crouched down beside her. “Though I’m unfamiliar with this species…” He reached down to pick one, but Yuu pushed his hand away. “No, you’re not supposed to disturb the ring!”

Jade blinked toward her, astonished she had made that sudden movement. “Why?”

Yuu grinned ecstatically. “Heehee~ You don’t know?” she teased. “I just read about them last night. There’s a bunch of different beliefs surrounding them. Some say fairies will dance around the ring, or sit on the mushrooms to use for tables, or for umbrellas. The ring might also be a portal between the fairy world and this world—though we have fairies here so that may not be the case?”

“Ohhhh?” Jade smiled as he balanced his cheek on his fist. He was smiling toward her, but she did not notice.

“But don’t step into the ring!” Yuu continued. “You might die young, become invisible to the mortal world, or be unable to escape the ring. I don’t remember the details, but you’re also not supposed to disturb the ring.”

“I see. It’s a good thing I brought you here, otherwise I may have taken all these mushrooms and endangered myself to an early death,” Jade said.

Yuu giggled, “Well, I’m not sure how much of that is true though.” She stared down toward the mushrooms, absently holding out her finger as if too poke one. Jade smoothly grabbed her hand and used it as leverage to pull Yuu closer to him. Suddenly, she felt his warm lips over hers. He placed a hand on the side over her head to cradle and pull her in closer. Yuu’s eyes were wide in shock at first, and her chest felt like it was going to burst. Eventually, however, she found herself leaning into the kiss, and shut her eyes. His lips felt soft on hers, but as the kiss continued, he almost seemed…hungry.

After a few moments, Jade withdrew his lips, but Yuu found herself leaning closer toward him in a futile attempt to continue. Her eyes fluttered open as he lightly traced his fingertip down her jaw and to her chin. With a teasing smirk on his face, he whispered, “Don’t you disturb the ring either. I can’t let you be whisked away or see an early death.”

The girl’s face flushed red as she stared into Jade’s affectionate eyes. Yuu was so happy she decided to tag along.

“Now then, my dear,” Jade stood up and grabbed Yuu’s hand to help her up as well. “I must apologize for my behavior today. I was so entrapped by the numerous findings, I neglected you. You don’t have much experience with hiking around all day, so I’m sure your feet are sore.”

Yuu shook her head, “N-No! It’s fine! I’m fine!”

Jade made a bitter smile and shook his head this time. “Either way, thank you for coming with me today. I’ve already filled two bags in half a day, which must be a record. Yuu, you must be a good luck charm.” He beamed, and Yuu could feel her heart skip a beat. “Let’s call it a day here. I’ll cook you something with the mushrooms I found today as thanks.”

“Okay…” she mumbled, coyly twirling her hair.

Jade led Yuu on a path for the way back to Night Raven College. This time around, when Jade walked in front of her, he’d occasionally look back to make sure she was not too far behind him. When he saw she was a few meters away, he’d wait in his tracks for her to catch up before continuing on. Part of the path included a steep hill that made it difficult to descend. He had warned her to watch her step, but along the way, she lost her footing and fell on her behind.

“Ow ow ow…” Yuu groaned.

“Are you okay? You must have lost your footing,” Jade walked up to her and offered his hand. Yuu nodded and reached for his hand. The eel helped her to her feet and kept a hold of her hand. He guided her the rest of the way down the hill until a flatter area.

However, he did not let go of her hand. Jade’s finger’s were entwined with hers. Yuu glanced toward their hands then up toward him. He just smiled back at her, “This way you don’t fall again, or at least, I’ll use that as an excuse.” Yuu felt her heart pound and her face grow hot. She squeezed his hand a bit and felt a smile grow on her face.

The two continued to hold hands for the rest of the trip home.

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There you are taku! 🥰

#twst imagines #twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #twst jade

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On the Clock II

[Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Reader]

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Adult Content

Part 1

You check your makeup in your phone’s camera for the umpteenth time, setting any microscopic hair out of place back from whence it came

Yahya sighs. “That light’s gonna blind my ass before we get there. You look good already.”

You barely register what he says, looking for your lippie again. “Last time I’m buying this color. It’s getting patchy as we speak.”

Yahya rolls the steering wheels in his hand tightly as he pulls off the highway and down the calmer streets as the destination is announced on GPS.

“Patchy? How does it get patchy when it goes on smooth?” Yahya questions as he pulls into a parking space.

“Haha! A question I wish the makeup industry would solve and eradicate, sir! You drove too fast, hang on. My nose is kind of shiny.”

Yahya turns off the engine and unbuckles himself. “Uh uh, nope. Put that down.”

He takes your compact in his hand and puts it in the glove compartment.

“No, what are you doing! You know my skin gets oily.”

He takes your hands, resting them on your lap. “Your skin is glowy girl, not oily. You not a piece of fried chicken.”

“Yahya…” You whine before he takes your chin looking straight into your eyes.

“But I ain’t afraid to bite, so chill out. You are so fucking fine, it’s taking everything for me to not lay you out here and now.”

You lean back, feeling warm off his aggressive compliment but fighting back your smile. “You ain’t that bold...plus I’m starving, so take it easy before they give our table away.”

“That’s my girl.” He kisses your cheek quickly as he gets out to open your door for you.

Walking into the restaurant, it appears you all weren’t the only people looking forward to a fancy dinner.

The small blonde hostess gives you a tense smile. “How many?”

Yahya answers, “No ma’am, we have a reservation here: Abdul-Mateen?”

The woman looks over her tablet slowly. You check the restaurant and start to get worried.

“Maybe we should just try somewhere else…” you loudly whisper over the hustle and bustle.

“It’s fine, she’s got it there. We’ll be sitting down sucking on crab and rigatoni and whatever else my baby wants,” he says each word with more baby talk accent then the last.

You roll your eyes as his lips pucker at you, squeezing his mouth for a more exaggerated pucker as you settle your mouth into his.

“Ahem, I’m sorry, we had a large party before you that is finishing up, so it should just be another 20 minutes.”

Yahya’s demeanor took a cool dip as he turned back to the hostess. “My reservation was made well in advance, you don’t have a single table ready for us now?”

The hostess looks flustered as she looks around the dining hall behind her and talks into her earpiece.

You loop your arm around Yahya’s, studying his jaw tightening. Seeing him being upset stressed you out so much.

“Yah, hey?” You pat his chest softy until he faced you, glad to see him taking a deep breath. “I thought I was the only one being a mess tonight, remember?” you say jokingly.

“This isn’t mess, it’s business. I can’t control this but they damn sure can fix it.”

You bite your lip anxiously. “I know, but it’s fine.”

He checks his phone. “We won’t have time to see the movie at this rate.”

The hostess comes back. “I apologize again but we are working to clear a table right now. Please wait by the bar if you wish.”

“You got ten minutes.” He says in a managerial tone, taking your hand to head over to the bar. You sit quietly as Yahya orders something brown. “You want your usual?” he asks.

You take out your phone shaking your head. “I want my baby.”

Yahya leans over with a sly smirk. “I’m right here…” he says, as he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.

You squirm away. “You know what I mean! I’m just going to check on our daughter.” You access the nanny cam app on your phone to see how things are at home before Yahya nabs your phone.

“Uh! Nope we aren’t parents for the next couple hours. Let the girl do her job, so I can do mine.”

He puts the phone in his pants pocket as you whine. “Yahya stop! It’s for safety!”

“It’s for coddling your paranoia, now calm down. Take a sip.” He offers you his drink but your refuse in a huff.

“I want my phone, Yahya. I’m not playing.”

Yahya takes another sip of his drink, setting it down in front of you. His smile widens as he turns to you, spreading his legs.

“You wanna come get it?”

You stare at him with deadly purpose as he just laughs in your face, crossing his arms patiently. Your eyes roll down to his lap with slight curiosity if it was your phone or if he was just happy to see you.

Instead, you pick up the glass and let the liquid run through your body. “I haven’t had dinner yet, so don’t try it.”

A while later the in house band plays some cover of Stevie Wonder, making Yahya twist with delight.

“Oh SHIT. Baby come on, let’s dance.”

You freeze at the thought as his hands reach around to rub your shoulders and puppet you to the music.

“Can you check with the hostess if the table is ready yet?” You ask deslerately before you are pulled to your feet. Yahya moves his hips like a salsa dancer pulling you in for a spin and holding you close. You can’t help but giggle at how light he makes you feel in his arms.

“I ain’t worried, they just have to wait on us now. How’s that?” He takes your hands leading you into some intricate two stepping you weren’t prepared for but thoroughly enjoyed. You all catch the attention of the others waiting at the bar and claps ensue as your dance turns into hired entertainment for the restaurant.

Yahya hoots every time you spin.

“Girl if you had eyes on the back of your head, maybe you would understand,” he says before giving your behind an ample squeeze.

You bit his ear a little hard until he lets you go in shock. You smile, giving him a body roll for good measure.

“That’s my knockout. Come through Tyson!” Yahya exclaims, pulling you in once more for a final dip as the band finishes and applause carries around you all. You feel elation as he picks you up again quickly, holding you tight.

“Baby,” he says in your ear.

You hold him tight around the waist. “I feel amazing, thank you hun. I haven’t danced like that in forever.”

Yahya rubs your back with one hand, inching his arm out of his jacket. “That’s good, put this on.”

You smile at him with confusion. “Why? I’m not cold.”

He wraps his jacket around you anyway taking you to the bar.

“Abdul-Mateen, table for 2!” the hostess yells.

You grab your purse. “That’s us!” you excitedly head to be seated.

“Baby, wait! I’ll get the table, you go to the restroom, ok?”

Now you’re really confused. “But...I don’t have to pee…”

Yahya’s eyes search yours for an answer before he snaps his fingers. “Well yeah, I don’t know that, but your makeup, right? Don’t you wanna recheck it or something after dancing?”

You think of the patchiness of our lippie and spring into action. “You right, good looking out! I’ll be back.”

You trot to the back and follow the arrow pointing to the ladies entrance. The heavy wooden door opens to a warmly lit, floral scented restroom with sink basins that rest on top of the counters. You open your purse while checking your reflection, rubbing your lips together only to realize your color is perfectly intact. You wrinkle your nose at this fact and why Yahya mentioned your makeup in the first place until you lift your chin and the light catches your glistening skin.

“Shit. Damn oil.” Your compact is still in the car so you take his jacket off to cool down and reach for a paper towel to blot the shine away.

“Fried chicken...he tryna keep me looking crispety crunchety for sure....” You mutter under your breath before stepping back to look yourself over.

“What the...oh hell no!” Your eyes stop at your chest as your notice stains of moisture through your dress. Although your baby was almost weaned, your body hasn’t fully gotten the cue to stop producing.

You grab additional paper towels, frantically dabbing inside your dress and wiping the outside, making more bits of paper stick to your dress rather than cleaning the mess. Tossing the towels away, you pace in frustration. Yahya knew what happened and said nothing, why wouldn’t he say something? You angrily pick up his jacket as someone enters the bathroom and put it on.

Back at the table, Yahya looks up from his to wave you over but you only look at him and head for the exit. Two steps onto the pavement, Yahya has already caught up to you.

“Whoa, hey. What’s up?” Yahya says, stopping in front of you.

You sigh heavily. “We don’t have time to eat. I want to go to the movie.”

Yahya scoffs with ease. “Babe, it’s fine. We can at least eat appetizers and take it to go.”

You cross your arms, tapping your foot. Looking from under him, your personality grew 10 feet taller. “I wouldn’t know what the time is because you have my phone!”

Yahya’s sunny disposition sinks at your tone. “Come on now, I just don’t want you so distracted on our night out.”

“And now I got this mess all over my dress. I just wanted to have a good time.”

Yahya pulls you into him, giving you long drawn out shushing. “Now the night ain’t even over yet and you throwing in the towel? That’s not how my baby moves.”

You groan under his chin. “I guess.”

He looks down at you. “Now come on. I don’t wanna bring up a sore subject but...Imma need you to say it with your chest.”

You go to pop him upside the head but he moves out the way too fast.

“And now you tryna run? Whatcha running for Yah?!” you yell after him as he hikes it to the car.

He runs backwards away from you, looking back to check for the car. “That’s it baby, I hear you, come on so we can catch this movie!”

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Pulling up to the theater, you both rush up to the box office requesting two tickets to the last showing of Disaster in the Sky Pt. 7.

“I thought we were seeing Four Letter Word?” you ask as he opens the door to your auditorium.

Yahya whispers. “We may have just missed the last showing, but this oughta be good. Can’t fall asleep in a sky disaster.”

As you take your seats, it didn’t take but ten minutes for you to know that this is not the movie for you. The acting was terrible, special effects were juvenile, and wasn’t the dumb big tit blonde archetype dated?

“You want me to get us some popcorn babe?” Yahya asks quietly, eyes transfixed on the screen.

“No, I’ll get it. Gimme your card.”

Yahya digs in his pockets and hands it to you without blinking. The lobby is dead quiet with one lone employee working snacks. You ask for the large popcorn and candy as your stomach gurgles over the smell of hot butter in the air. After some extra pumps of butter, you slip the candy in his jacket pocket and head back to your seat.

At first it’s hard to see but a cell phone glow that is normally unwelcome, happened to be your man’s beacon for you. As you sit down, you notice his look of concern on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, trying to look over at his screen.

“Uhh...well the babysitter called but I missed it so I’m texting her.”

You sit up in your seat. “What do you mean she called? What did she want?”

Yahya’s face senses your stress but tries to remain cool. “Baby, I don’t know, so I’m texting-”

“SHHH!” a patron of the theater hisses.

“Yahya, you don’t text after a missed call. Call her.”

“I’m not trying to stop our-”

“Gimme my phone, now!” You hold out your hand as he reaches in his other pocket for it. When you check your screen, you see two missed calls.

“YAH! She called me too!” You drop the popcorn and run out of the theater, past the snack stand and onto the sidewalk outside. The sitter’s phone rings and rings until finally you hear he pick up.

“HEY! Yeah, what’s up we got your calls?” Yahya strides next to you, hands on his hips waiting with bated breath.

“Uh huh….uh huh...yeah that’s fine.” You hold your forehead with the cold side of your hand to calm yourself. “And I’m sorry can you put her on FaceTime real quick?” You hold the phone out until your baby girl is on screen. “Hi, Lei! I miss you! Mommy will be home soon!” She coos with a ring toy in her mouth, barely acknowledging you. You thank the sitter again and hang up before bursting into tears.

Yahya is at your side, hugging you tight. “Come on, it’s alright. She’s fine.”

You sniffle through your words. “I don’t know what I thought would be but I just...panicked.”

“It’s ok, I was too.”

You look up at him. “Where? You were still enjoying the movie and texting her at the same time while I ran up out of there like I stole something!”

Yahya wipes a tear away. “I don’t know where you thought I was being cool. I just couldn’t move from my spot as fast as you. No way in hell was I thinking bout that movie, that movie’s dumb.”

“Really? I thought it was dumb too, but you looked like you liked it.”

Yahya shrugs cooly. “I like anything you put on a screen that big with surround sound that shakes your chair. But the night wasn’t about a movie, it was about seeing you and being with you on a lowkey romantic evening.”

You feel yourself getting upset again and look up at the stars for reassurance. “And don’t get me started on that. Yahya, I fucking milked my damn self tonight.”

“Yeah that was...wow,” is all Yahya could utter.

You squint at him with forced anger. “That was your damn fault. When I was supposed to eat, you got me up dancing and my body just shocked itself into lactation.”

Yahya takes your hand in his, examining the rock on your finger. “I didn’t mind it. You and anything your body does is beautiful.”

You snort, wiping your nose. “Yeah, while I’m blubbering snot over my baby, I bet I’m real cute.”

The doors to the theater open as a showing lets out around you, you move out of there way against Yahya.

“God, let’s go. I’m so embarrassed.”

But Yahya doesn’t move however, holding you out in his arms you look at him with confusion.

“In front of all these people, I want you to know that you are the love of my life! I love you from the top of your head to the tip of your toenails!”

Yahya is practically screaming as you watch him wide eyed, trying to ignore the crowd slowing down to watch.

“Baby, ever since I met you you have been the cream in my coffee, the pillow for my head, my mint when my breath is funky! And because you love me and all I am, I want to push that same devotion and love back onto you tenfold.”

He shrinks down on one knee and looks up at you, taking your hand like an R&B superstar with a fan. You sigh to keep from laughing.

“Roxanne, Roxanne...I wanna be your man! Will you marry me and have my baby?”

You throw your head back in agony over his cheesy lines but his act was still convincing enough.

“Yes, Jody. I love you so much!” your Roxanne persona says as he picks you up and spins you around. The crowd cheers with applause as you kiss one another. Holding his face in your hand, you smack his cheek playfully.

“What were you thinking?” you say through your teeth.

Yahya smiles back. “Getting you back in my car to celebrate our matrimony!”

You feel so much better walking back to the car after Yahya’s outburst. Looking up at his profile, you nuzzle his shoulder appreciatively.

“That proposal may have outdid your first one. I knew your childish ways were good for something.”

“It don’t matter to me, long as I make you smile.” Once you’re by the car, he turns you around and nudges you back, leaning his hand on the roof. He stares at you like a precious gemstone as his eyes sparkle and dance around your face.

“What? You have something to say to me?” you ask, feeling butterflies creep up your throat.

Yahya takes your hand in his, kissing the back of it. “This was one of the best evenings I had with you ever.”

You roll your eyes. “Stop lying. I don’t like liars.”

His thumb rolls over the knuckles of your hand as he cartoonishly agrees. “Pssh, duh, I don’t either. But I’m not lying.” He touches your cheek, stealing your focus. “The way you looked when I spun you around the room at the restaurant, oooh girl, that smile has more spark than a plug!”

You grin and lowkey hate yourself for doing it on cue of his praise. But he was on a roll and you ached for more.

“And don’t think at any point tonight you weren’t the baddest mama anyone could ever have. When you thought things were going down with the sitter, I’m just glad I locked the gat at home cuz you were finna set it off!”

You puff your shoulders for emphasis. “Cuz nobody better mess with my baby!” You wrap your arms around his neck, landing a kiss along his jaw. “Not even you.”

He gives a rich laugh that only comes out for you when he starts to feeling a little nasty. “Oh, but I don’t get no protection?”

You shake your head. “None. You can handle yourself,”

The kiss you share is erotic. Tongues flipping around one another as Yahya’s hands reach under his jacket you’re wearing, pulling you against him with a soft moan.

“Come here,” he says as you follow him to the back of the car, he lifts you on the trunk. He settles between your legs, rubbing his wide hands across your hips and ass, tonguing down your neck. You arch against him, opening your eyes to stars above you and slowly leaning back as you caress the back of his head. Yahya takes his fingers inside the fabric covering your breast to expose your nipple to him.

“You wanna bet I can get something from you?” Yahya twiddles with your nipple to bring it erect.

“I doubt, but try it anyway,” you say with a wink. He cups your mound as he licks around your areola then latching his thick lips around it.

As you writhe under him, Yahya leads his hands between your legs, feeling you through your tights.

“I told you not to wear these,” he growls, sticking both hands under your dress to pull them and your panties down with one swoop, making you yip in shock.

You try to close your legs, but Yahya wide frame doesn’t allow it. “No,no wait. I’m not fucking in public!”

Yahya looks around the car to the surrounding area. “Nobody’s here. They all still in the movie.” Without waiting for your answer, he spreads your legs wider until your thighs are almost lying flat on either side of you like a butterflied chicken.

“Yahya, wait. I still-”

When his head disappears below you, you felt your defeat crash over you like a tsunami. His tongue never lies unless its lying down on some pussy. He wriggles his tongue between your lips with expert level speed. You can’t relax enough to grab hold of his head, so you claw desperately at the window behind you. His strength is put to use to keep your legs from crushing his skull.

“Oh, fuck! Oh fuck!” is all you can say. When he does you like this, you want to beat his ass, and that’s how he likes it. When he comes up for air, he keeps one hand in you and the other unbuckling his pants.

“Whatchu mad for? Huh?” he asks.

You put one foot to his chest to shove him back, lifting yourself up by your elbows. “You’re a damn fool, surprising yourself on me like this.”

He takes your ankle, pushing your leg back. “I’m the one surprised. I almost slipped down there. You been wet this whole time?” You help take his dick out his pants, giving your hand some spit to stroke his hardened shaft.

“I ain’t giving you the satisfaction of knowing,” you say through your teeth, taking pleasure in him biting his lip to fight the pleasure of your hand on his third leg.

“You’ll give it to me,” he says, pulling you closer to him as your leg rests on his shoulder, keeping the other one wrapped around his waist. You keep a hand to his stomach in anticipation but he moves it, pushing into you slowly, you feel your chill break down completely. Your head throws back as you mold yourself to him inch by inch.

“Ah, shit. Make it quick, Yahya. I don’t wanna be caught,” you say under his grip on your neck.

He pushes into you with a quick thrust that makes you howls, leg shaking against him.

“If you think you can shut up, I can,” Yahya warns, picking up his strokes to meet your requirement. You don’t want to cum so fast, but he makes it easy for you with his length curving right against you.

“Fuck! Fuck! It’s too much!” you whine, pushing his chest to let up. His hips spin into you instead, hitting you in a new angle that made your mouth wide and eyes cross. Yahya knew what was coming when you tightened up on him and he smacks his hand over your mouth just in time.

You lose all strength, lying back and howl into his palm unable to do nothing but take it and ride it out. No quicker way to touch the sky than some good dick.

“Yeah, give it to me. I told you you were gonna give it to me,” Yahya brags as you finish climaxing. As Yahya pumps you harder, you find it within you to pull him down to you, licking his lips , his chin, and clawing at his back as you whine in his ear for him to cum inside you.

“I want it. Give it to me, baby. Show me you love it all. Cream the fuck out this pussy.”

“Oh, I love it. Shit! Say that again,” he groans.

“Cream this pussy. Fill it up big daddy, I know you can.”

Yahya and you share a kiss as his hip grind against you. “I love you Yahya! OOH I love this dick!”

“Come on and love me baby. Damn!” He moans in your mouth as you lock him down, taking him in fully. You feel him shudder on top of you as you rub his back, feeling yourself full from within.

“Oh shit. Oh shit, baby, that’s what I wanted since you left the house,” Yahya says with a labored sigh.

You chuckle, feeling liberated and unbothered by your public indecency. “Yeah? Why didn’t you say something.”

Yahya gave a hoarse laugh. “Ms. Don’t-Ruin-My-Makeup? Yeah, like anything was gonna happen.

You sigh, adjusting your breasts back to their proper place. “You right. Once my tiddies leaked, all that went out the window though.”

You both slip back into your clothes. Yahya finds where he tossed your tights and panties and gives them to you before getting into the car.

“Baby, I am still hungry though. Can we stop by that pizza place I like and get a large pepperoni?”

“Yes, sweetheart, You can have a kidney if you end a night like this again,” Yahya takes your hand in his as he drives along.

“That was your idea, not mine. But I liked it a lot.” You kiss Yahya’s ear as he drove, gripping his inner thigh and whispering sweet nothings until he got to the pizza place and bought two pizzas.

When you got home, the sitter greeted you both happily.

“So you all had a good time then?” she asks. Her eyes dart over you in a way that you know she can tell something was up.

“WE sure did Tracey, and thank you so much again. I Venmo’d you on the ride over so we are all set,” He goes to set the pizza in the kitchen.

“Thanks! And Leila is sleeping, we had a great time! I have her some crackers and juice before bed around 9 oclock.”

“Excellent. Thanks again. You drive safely.” You wave Tracey farewell and close the door, taking off Yahya’s jacket.

He comes downstairs from checking on Leila. “She is fully intact and breathing,” he reports.

“Oh my sweet baby. Should we wake her so you can see her before you leave in the morning? You know she sleeps through the night now.”

Yahya takes two slices on a plate and sets it on the table. Taking a generous bite he says, “I don’t have to leave yet.”

“Really? I thought the schedule was tight?”

Yahya shakes his head, putting an arm around you. “I can delay a couple more days. It happens anyway when you miss a flight.”

“Who said anything about missing a flight?”

Yahya puts his slice to your face. “Girl if you don’t eat this pizza and hug on me!”

“Aw!” You take a bite and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Plus I don’t wanna leave you stressed. You taking care of Leila all the time, I need to catch up.”

“Good cuz I don’t wanna be woken up early tomorrow, I need my rest.”

“You right. So that means I got breakfast! Fixing a full course meal for my girls,” Yahya says excitedly.

“Uh, no! I don’t need the house burnt down!”

“Here you go! I am a pro in the kitchen. More Michelin stars than the telephone book got names! More bite than Eve with the apple! You loved my breakfast when you were pregnant!”

“Yeah yeah, but I haven’t had it since. Let me go shower.”

AS you start to get up Yahya pulls you back, putting down his slice. “Uh uh, one more round before you go.”

“What? No! I gotta freshen up!”

Yahya is already laying you down and playing a scavenger hunt with your body. “You know why people don’t make their bed? Don’t make no sense if Imma make you dirty all over again.”

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#yahya fic #shakafic #may use this for one more part to write about cooking yahya

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shhhhyoursister · 4 years

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I miss your writing so much. Could you maybe spare a short fic? Or hc's? Or something haha I really miss it

hello hello hello yes ive been wanting to write this lil comforty thing for a bit so here we go heres some sleepy boyfriends being cute also this got way longer than i meant it to (and also might become the first in a set of little domesticy things that i post on ao3 where they live together and itll literally just be a way for me to get all my gross mushy domestic feelings out)

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Matteo felt like someone had turned up the gravity with how heavy his body felt as he dragged himself home, backpack almost empty but feeling like it was full of bricks. He had had a full day, starting with a therapy appointment and then lunch with his mom and a ton of tiny little errands that he couldn’t even remember doing, but knew that they piled up until he could barely even see straight.

And he hadn’t even talked to David all day. They were both busy, so besides seeing him in the morning after waking up first, barely kissing him goodbye before he rushed out the door, they had had no contact. He had checked his phone what felt like every five minutes, frowning every time his screen was blank. So as tired as he was going home, as much as he felt like it would be much nicer to curl up on the concrete in front of his building than to force himself up the stairs, David was motivation enough to make it all the way to their front door.

He shoved it open, letting his bag drop to the ground the second he was inside, and he kicked his shoes off and took his jacket off and thunked his back against the door, just to rest for a minute. He was hoping David would swoop out of nowhere and carry him off to bed, cuddle him up in the all the blankets and soft sheets and warm skin that he could possibly want, but he didn’t. He didn’t even come out to greet Matteo, which was a little strange.

Matteo made his way through the flat, checking in the few rooms they had, but didn’t find his boyfriend until he walked into the room they used for schoolwork or regular work or art or whatever they needed to do that wasn’t sleeping, eating, or watching movies. He leaned against the doorframe and smiled, realizing that David hadn’t heard him come in because he had headphones pulled over his ears, and he was hunched over, staring at the computer screen. Matteo could tell from his slow movements as he clicked and dragged things around that he was just as tired as Matteo was.

David must have seen his reflection in a part of the screen, because he suddenly slid his headphones off, turning in the chair as he did so. and he gave Matteo a big (albeit sleepy) smile and said, “Hey, you.”

Matteo said a quiet, “Hey, you,” back, and walked over, feeling more and more like honey being poured slow out of a bottle as he went, and the relief he felt when he finally dropped into David’s lap, legs curled up and head dropping onto his shoulder as David’s arms circled around him and held him tight, was worth the long day. Was worth all the long days in the world. David bent his head and pressed a soft kiss to Matteo’s cheek, and he cuddled in closer.

“I don’t think this chair is meant for two people.” David said quietly into his hair, the smile on his face obvious in the tone of his voice.

Matteo let out a deep breath, shoving himself somehow closer and getting an arm around David too, and said back, “It seems to be handling us just fine.”

Not quite true with the way it was creaking anytime either of them moved, but David didn’t seem to care with the quiet chuckle he let out at Matteo’s response, and squeezed him tighter. Matteo could’ve have fallen asleep like that, even if he was a little uncomfortable with the way the arm of the chair was digging into his back, but David hands and lips on him were making it easier to ignore.

“You know, I was thinking,” David said, running his hand down Matteo’s arm.

“That’s not good,” Matteo interrupted before he could continue.

David pinched him but then squeezed him tighter when he pouted, “I was thinking about that fact that we haven’t used the bathtub since we moved in.”

Matteo nodded, too tired and brain too foggy to piece together where David was going with that.

“And we’ve both had long days, and I know that Laura snuck some bubble bath stuff under the sink when she helped us set the place up.” David said, his voice quiet and soothing to Matteo’s head, which is probably why his first reaction wasn’t to laugh.

“You want us to take a bubble bath?” Matteo asked, incredulously, lifting his head when he was able to so he could see David’s amused face.

“Yeah, I mean,” David said, slipping his hands under Matteo’s shirt to rub slow up his sides, grinning when Matteo shivered at the feeling, “it’s supposed to be relaxing, and it seems like we might both need that. And it’ll be nice, and warm, and we can even grab a bottle of wine if we want,”

Suddenly the thought of getting into a warm, bubbly, sweet-smelling bathtub with his naked boyfriend and a bottle of wine sounded like the most appealing thing Matteo could have have possibly imagined doing that night.

“If you run the bath I’ll pour the wine and roll us a joint,” Matteo said, leaning forward to nose into David’s cheek. He pressed a kiss there when David squeezed his hands around his ribs, letting out a pleased sound at Matte’s offer.

“Okay, deal,” he said, and started sliding his hands off of Matteo’s body, which wasn’t what he wanted at all, but knew it was necessary to carry out the plans they had just made. He sat up more, stretching his back a bit from the position he had been, but felt a hand on the back of his neck and he looked up just in time to see David’s face getting closer, and he closed his eyes as their lips met.

He raised his hand to David’s cheek and stroked a thumb across his cheekbone as their lips pressed together again and again, trading soft kisses that they were both too tired to deepen. Matteo felt the last bit of tension that had been sitting in his chest, a little ball of something still isn’t quite right, dissipate immediately. Once they finally pulled away from each other Matteo wrapped his arms around David’s neck and squeezed him tight, before standing up to find where they had put the wine glasses.

By the time Matteo had ground the weed and rolled it into a neat joint stuck behind his ear, and located the wine glasses and a bottle of wine (that he needed to ask David to open because his arms were just too sore to even try), the bath was ready. David had gone into their room to grab them clean clothes for once they got out, and Matteo opened the bathroom door a crack and stepped into the the room, his shoulder drooping as soon as he entered.

The room was filled with a foggy steam that smelled like lavender, and it felt thick in a way that made Matteo’s eyes droop too, like a heavy blanket being pulled over his all of his senses. He set everything down, carefully poured two glasses of wine that he set on the little (very convenient) ledge in the tub, and then leaned back against the wall to wait for David, his eyes closing as he did so.

He smiled when he heard the door open, and let out a content sigh when he felt arms slide up his sides again, pushing his shirt up in an obvious attempt to undress him. Matteo raised his arms and let David take the shirt off, opening his eyes when it was pulled over his head. He grinned, seeing that David had already removed his shirt.

He put his hands on David’s shoulder and pulled him in for a hug, his eyes closing again when he felt David’s skin against his, warm especially with the temperature in the room, and again Matteo was sure that he could’ve fallen asleep like that, standing there with David’s arms holding him up. David slid his hands down Matteo’s sides, making him shiver again, and brought them to the button on Matteo’s pants. He smiled into David’s shoulder as he unbuttoned them, shoving them down Matteo’s legs along with his boxers, and then did the same for himself.

He stayed against the wall as David got into the tub first, content to stare at his naked back with half-lidded eyes as David got used to the temperature of the water before sinking into it with a sigh, his arms resting on the edges of the tub on either side of him, his head leaned back against the tiled wall. Matteo would have been happy to just stand there staring at him, but he was feeling chilled with that much skin exposed. He stepped into the bath, settled into it faster than David had, tired of being a little cold with no boyfriend pressed up against him.

And fuck, Matteo felt like his brain was melting out of his ears. He leaned back against David’s chest, sighing the same way David had, his head tipping back against his shoulder. He could already feel the soreness in his muscles lessening, the water and whatever David had put in it calming his body and mind so much that he started wondering why he had never tried it before. It helped that David’s hands, wet and warm from the water, started dragging up his chest down his stomach, reaching his belly button before sliding back up.

“I think this is the best idea you’ve ever had.” Matteo murmured, his voice quiet but echoey in the enclosed space.

“I think so too,” David said back, leaning in to kiss at Matteo’s neck, and he tilted his head to the side to offer up more skin if David wanted to kiss him there, too. He did, trailing gentle kisses up to the spot behind his ear and then down his jaw, down his neck to the junction of where his neck met his shoulder, and then back up. Matteo shivered again, melting more into David’s chest, still relaxed, but the feeling was lighting something up inside him.

David lifted a hand out of the water, and pulled away from Matteo’s neck so he could grab one of the wine glasses, offering it to Matteo, who reluctantly released the grip he had had on David’s thigh to take it from him. He tipped his head back again, and took a sip, pouting and pulling the glass away when half of the sip spilled down his cheek and chin, dripping a dark red onto his chest. David’s other hand came out of the water and wiped the spot away, and he leaned down again and kissed his way up the pink streak the wine had left on Matteo’s skin.

They both sipped their wine, comfortably quiet in the way that only two people who knew each other inside and out could be, letting the alcohol and the steam and the smells swirl around their heads, calming them both from the days they had. Matteo could feel David sinking further into the water, and he did so as well, the warmth flowing up into his shoulders as they adjusted themselves. Matteo set his wine glass down, and reached for the joint that was somehow still set behind his ear. He could feel David smile into his neck when he placed it between his lips, and he reached out to grab the lighter before Matteo could.

He flicked it on, carefully holding it up to the end of the joint until Matteo puffed on it and got it going, and he set it back down, his hand resuming the path from Matteo’s chest down his stomach. Matteo tilted his head back against David’s shoulder again as the weed warmed him in a different way, the smoke burning his throat pleasantly. He grabbed the joint between two fingers and was going to offer it to David when he felt a hand on his cheek, and he opened his eyes to see David looking at him, his own eyes dark and staring into Matteo’s with a smile in them as he leaned forward and pressed their mouths together.

Matteo exhaled slowly, breathing the smoke into David’s mouth, putting a hand on David’s chest to steady himself and feel it rise as he breathed in, holding Matteo close so their lips wouldn’t slip. They pulled apart, Matteo taking in a deep, shaky breath as he watched David’s head fall back against the wall, smoke flowing slowly out of his nose. He pressed a kiss to the base of David’s neck, and raised the joint in front of his mouth, waiting for David’s lips to close around it before dropping his hand back into the water.

They finished the joint, sometimes shotgunning the smoke between them when the desire to kiss became to much to handle, and sipped at their wine until there was nothing but pink droplets at the bottom of the glasses. The weed, the wine, the water, everything was making Matteo feel like he was made of honey again, thoughts dripping through his head like the water dripping down the sides of the tub, and he let out a content sigh, turning his head so he could nuzzle into David’s neck.

“Can we stay in here forever?” he asked before really thinking about it, blushing as soon as the question left his lips. He hadn’t meant to ask it out loud, expecting it to stay in his head with the other fuzzy thoughts running through it. Not that he wouldn’t, if given the opportunity, spend the rest of his life in a bathtub, high, a little drunk, warm from the water and David’s skin and presence behind him.

David’s arms wrapped around him, squeezing tight enough to make Matteo feel a bit more awake. He opened an eye to look up just as David grinned, and he smiled back as David pressed that grin into his cheek, pressed a kiss there right after, and hummed for a second like he was thinking. His hands started rubbing up Matteo’s chest again, and kissed his cheek again.

“We can sure as hell try.”

#davenzi fic #davenzi fanfic #davenzi #david schreibner #matteo florenzi #druck fic #ive been taking lots of baths lately and they really just melt my brain #imagine having a boyfriend to take baths with though????? thats just too much man #matteo and david are lucky boys #nogguns

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saskinnes · 3 years

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I translated the most recent interview with Anders Fannemel. Sorry for any grammar mistakes or misspelings

How do you feel? How's the knee?

Not really good. I'm still recovering after last year's injury. I hope the problems I'm struggling with will be finally over and I'll get to jump this year. Currently I'm waiting for the MRI result. I'm also waiting for a minor surgery which will show the state of my knee more specifically.

Do you try to visualize your jumps in order not to forget the feeling?

Of course, I try to prepare myself as well as possible to be back on the hill. Back when it was better with my knee than now, i would do a lot of technical training, imitation. I could feel how its like to jump. Who knows, maybe I overworked myself and it has slowed down the whole process. I really miss the feeling. I work really hard to be able to jump again and on a good level. It's a weird feeling. I cannot travel, compete in the world cup. I really miss it.

Are you afraid that the jump in Wisla was the last jump in your career?

Of course, you never know whether after injury you'll be able to jump on a level that will let you compete again. Yes, I'm afraid that I won't be able to jump again. But at the same time I believe I will come back soon. I could not walk for many months, in fact I was learning how to walk from the scratch. I was using crutches for almost four months. It looked like a long way to go. When you cannot walk for this much time, knowing how important legs are in terms of skijumping, you know that it won't be easy. In the last months I had moments of doubt. I felt like I won't be able to jump ever again. My approach to this is optimistic but also realistic, when thinking about my future as a ski jumper. I believe I'll be back.

Explain, what's actually wrong. Does the pain appear during the training or walking up the stairs?

For many months I've felt the sore while walking the stairs. Its been better in the last weeks. I can feel the sore during intensive training. It's way better than a month ago. But it is hard to be patient. You work hard and then for four or five months you feel a lot of pain.

Have you talked with Kenneth Gangnes? He placed second at ski flying championships, after so many injuries

Obviously, he really supports me. He lives in Lillehammer so we meet each other from time to time. I don't have such experience with injuries. But he keeps on telling me that every injury is different. Nevertheless, he really cheers me up.

One day, after all that is gone, you'll be back on the hill. Won't you be afraid that after a bad landing the nightmare will be back?

Maybe. I don't know. When one day I'll be back there, my goal is not to think about the knee, just doing what i've been doing before the fall in Wisla. I believe I won't feel the fear. Maybe that's why I won't be back before I'm not one hundred percent sure I'm ready.

You're almost 30 years old. Do you think about the future more often?

Of course. I started to think about it even before I got injured. Last winter I was working as a coach in Lillehammer, It's good to have something to take your mind off stuff. Especially now that I cannot jump. And yeah, also my situation forced me to do it.

Do you want to be a skijumping coach? Or to find any other job?

I don't know yet. Working as a coach was a great experience. It gave me a choice for the future. I also want to finish my studies - sport management. However, now I want to stay in skijumping.

Before the injury I used to live off the money prizes. Now it's quite harder than a year ago, but I managed to save some money, so it's not a big problem. But since I was paying taxes I thought I can count on some support from the country, a little payback from what i was paying. But it didn't happen. It's a huge problem, the system should work better in cases like mine.

Do you still love skijumping? It gave you a lot of beautiful moments but also a lot of pain

Haha, of course I sill love skijumping. I've always known there is a risk, as in every sport. Skijumping is a very safe sport in my opinion, despite all the knee injuries in the last season. Skijumping is a beautiful and safe sport and I still got the same feeling for it.

When have your problems begun? You were on the podium at the 4HT in 2018 and then you didn't jump at the Olympics, you didn't get the bronze medal with your team. The next season was even worse, and then you got injured

I don't know. It's hard to accept being a "backup" at the Olympics and ski flying championships in Oberstdorf. We had a really strong team. This is how this sport is. You have to fight for your place. When there are four guys from the team who are jumping better it's super uncomfortable situation. I didn't want to find myself in such place. I don't know.. Maybe I wanted to improve my jumps in such short time and I lost the control.The next season was very hard. I rebuilt my technique in the summer, everything looked great, I felt very strong. I think the winter would've been great if not the injury. Honestly, the fall in Wisla was one of my best jumps ever. I was unlucky with the wind and I picked out the wrong gate.

Two years ago you sure were dreaming about wins and medals, and now your dream is to be able to jump and land safely?

Hahah, yes, I believe I'll be able to jump and feel good on the hill. I want to compete at high level and fight for medals at championships, Olympics. It's my dream. Yes, Olympic medal would be my dream.

Are you planning on watching the competitions on the TV? You say you love skijumping but it's probably boring watching your mates compete

Yes, it is a little boring. It's weird to watch the competitions as I myself, cannot jump. But on the other hand, it's easier when I don't jump due to injury than when I fight for a place in my team and stay home. I support my teammates and I get happy when I watch the jumps. It still makes me happy.

Do you sometimes sit at home and come back to the flight from Vikersund? 251,5 meters, world record

Yes, I sometimes think about things I achieved in my career. Vikersund was one of the most beautiful moments. It is nice to come back to it, but I still think that I haven't achieved everything I wanted. I believe there are couple good years of jumping ahead of me. I really miss the feeling, flying, controlling my flights, technique.

Do you have any goals when you're back on the hill, this winter?

Yes, I want to jump this winter. Otherwise, I don't think I'll jump on a good level after two years break. I want to jump in december, january, it is necessary for me in order to compete on a high level again.

If you won't come back this winter, you won't come back at all?

Probably.. I wasn't thinking about it yet. But if it happens, It will be reasonable to think about some other thing to do.

#anders fannemel #team norway #ski jumping #translation

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gaasaku-fanfests · 4 years

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I can't hold enough of you in my hands

Title: I can't hold enough of you in my hands Author: elleurs Rating: T Word Count: 2,504 words Summary: Band!au. Gaara as the vocalist. Sakura on bass. Gaara making moves on Sakura just before the show/during the show? Author’s Note(s): Someone help me, this took way too long to write and I hate myself haha. I love GaaSaku but AU is not my forte omg I’m sorryyyyyy I don’t know a lot of music stuff so forgive me uwu I did my best. Thanks for the prompt anon! Trope: Band!au. Gaara as the vocalist. Sakura on bass. Gaara making moves on Sakura just before the show/during the show?

D-Day: 7 days

Sakura has never played bass before, but it doesn’t stop Naruto from recruiting her into the band. She’s a sucker for her blond friend, especially when he pulls out his signature puppy-dog eyes and pleading pout combo.

How can she say no?

And okay, maybe Naruto buttering up to her for weeks with pandering statements of “Sakura-chan, you’re a genius, you’ll pick it up in no time!” and “You’re the only one I know who can definitely do it!” stroked her ego until she believed those words herself. Resigned, she’d finally agreed.

Bass guitar resting on her lap (courtesy of Ten-Ten’s brother), she opens the video tutorial Naruto sent to her the day before.

And promptly realises her book-smarts do not translate well to musical instruments.

She fumbles spectacularly. It’s not like she’s never held a guitar before (Ino dated Kiba for a while and he loved to show off how well he could play – he let her borrow it a few times for the ‘gram), but playing it is another matter.

The theory she understands – she can read the notes just fine, but once her fingers try to find the right string, it’s all downhill from there.

It sounds so horrible even to her untrained ears and she feels like crying.

Fuck her life.

D-Day: 6 days

Gaara is…quiet.

It’s weird, because he’s the vocalist, but she doesn’t complain – Naruto speaks enough for the both of them.

For all three of them, really.

“We’re planning to just do a cover of this song,” Naruto explains, slinging an arm on her shoulder. He works out daily at the gym, and his arm is so heavy that she hurriedly shrugs it off before her neck breaks.

Gaara’s behind them, hands in pockets and headphones blasting who knows what song. She looks between him and Naruto and wonders how they met.

She meets Gaara’s gaze, and he’s the first to look away, frowning.

“Gaara’s on strict orders not to say anything until near the performance,” Naruto continues, blissfully unaware. “Aren’t you, Gaara? He’s had a sore throat for the past few days! Only one song, don’t worry. They know Neji stopped playing for us, so they just want us to play something different.” She nods, half-listening.

Their usual bass player, Neji, had to stop once his uncle found out he’d been skipping cello lessons to play in their band. Sakura had only met the uncle once. She can’t blame Neji for backing down.

She doesn’t have the heart to tell Naruto how badly her first foray into bass playing went. Instead she keeps her mouth shut.

It’s just one song.

She can do it.

When she gets home, she works through the online bass tutorials between homework sets and assignment research. She practices until the pads of her fingers on her left hand have little creases from when she would press the strings. She practices hard because she doesn’t want to embarrass herself, but most of all, she didn’t want to let Naruto down.

Naruto has that effect on people, she thinks as she carefully places the bass guitar back on its stand (thank you, Tenten’s brother).

He makes you want to try harder.

D-Day: 5 days

Naruto hands her the music sheet with no words. Then he hands her another sheet with just the bass tabs.

“I wasn’t sure which one you’re more comfortable with reading,” he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. She smiles, grateful, and takes the tab.

It’s a lot easier than the music sheet because it shows the strings and which part to press. But still, she gets the placing of her fingers the other way around, or she plucks the wrong string.

There’s only four strings in a bass guitar, which makes her feel even more of a failure, but she struggles on, practising her part diligently until Gaara comes in. Naruto stops playing the drums and throws his friend a grin.

“Maybe help Sakura for now?” he calls out. “If you play the guitar, she might get confused.” Normally, Sakura will be affronted because Sakura does not get confused. She silently endures and makes personal executive decisions in order to prevent that very scenario. That is quintessential Sakura Haruno right there.

But before she can retort, Gaara grabs a chair and sits in front of her, arms crossed and face carefully blank. She’s not sure what to do, but then decides to hell with it and starts from the beginning.

His stares are heavy and she feels uncomfortable. He waits until she finishes the song and made a circle with his finger, indicating for her to start again. Shrugging, she flips back to the first page of the tab and starts to play. Too focused on the music in front of her, she doesn’t notice Gaara until he stood right behind her.

Both his hands brush past her waist and he places them on top of hers. He positions her right hand until her thumb is resting on the highest string and her other fingers are curled, poised for the next note. Next, he fixes her left hand so that the pad of her index finger is on the edge of the fret.

She feels his breath near her ear and her brain short-circuits at the proximity. His hands over hers is warm as he leads her to play the next few notes. When he plucks the strings, she’s surprised at the clear sound the bass makes.

“T-Thanks,” she says, “I got it from here.” Gaara steps back and sits back down.

She messes up so badly that Naruto stops playing the drums and asks her if she’s okay.

D-Day: 4 days

She may or may not have stayed up late last night going over the music.

In typical Naruto fashion, he only gave her the music sheet for the bass, so she has no idea what the song even is, or how the main melody goes. She hopes what she practiced will be enough because what happened yesterday –

She doesn’t even want to think about it. Her cheeks are red from embarrassment.

In the next practice, she doesn’t make a mistake until Gaara walks in. And then her fingers fumble, missing a few beats.

“Don’t do that on the day,” Gaara says as he straps his guitar. It’s the first thing he says to her. That – That –

That asshole!

“I won’t,” she retorts, gritting her teeth. She turns her body away, part embarrassed, part angry, and practises her strumming, trying to remember where to place her fingers and to strum on time. She can feel his gaze on her but she doesn’t care about that pompous asshole and keeps playing.

They’re lucky she even said yes to this thing! Didn’t he know she’s a busy person? She could be doing a hundred other things, but here she is, playing this stupid bass on their stupid band.

When Naruto arrives, Sakura is ready to go home.

“But we have to practice!” Naruto shouts as she stomps out of the room.

“I’ll practise by myself!” she says without turning back.

That night, Sakura practices her part over and over again until she memorises where her fingers are supposed to go and which string she’s supposed to pluck. Every time she falters, she thinks back on Gaara’s words and his haughty expression. It’s enough to make her want to wow him tomorrow and make him eat his words.

She imagines playing the bass so good his jaw drops on the floor, but privately, she thinks that it would be easier to just smash the bass on his face.

It’d be much more satisfying, too.

D-Day: 3 days

In the next practice, Gaara is absent.

“His body finally gave out, I guess,” Naruto says as he twirls the drumsticks in the air and catches one of them. He hurriedly stoops down to pick it up. When he stands up, he sees Sakura’s alarmed expression and hastily adds, “He finds it really hard to sleep, so he can go a couple of days without sleeping.”

Sakura still looks alarmed. “What?” Naruto scratches his cheek absentmindedly.

“He’s an insomniac,” he clarifies. “That’s why he doesn’t practice with us. He usually practices late at night until early morning. Hey, did you know he can play a lot of instruments? His house has like, a huge music room with just instruments, you know?”

Sakura holds up a hand to stop her friend before he completely derails the conversation. “Is his body okay? Should we check on him?”

“I dunno, he said it’s been like that since he’s young. Oh yeah, you know the music sheet I gave you? He transcribed all of it, by the way! He even made the bass parts himself! I couldn’t find the bass tabs anywhere so-“

Sakura’s stomach backflips at this piece of information. “Should we check on him?”

“Nah, he won’t answer the phone. It’s probably a good idea to let him sleep, it’s been a while since he could get a proper rest.”

“He’ll be fine?”

“Don’t worry, Sakura-chan! He’ll be here tomorrow!”

Sakura stares at the empty chair where Gaara usually sits and frowns. Turning away, she gives a signal to Naruto.

“One, two, three!”

She doesn’t make a mistake once.

D-Day: 2 days

Gaara is here and his stare is heavy.

Sakura loves books, and she knows the expression well (trashy romance books are her ultimate guilty pleasures, after all), but it’s the first time in her life she actually experiences it– she’s not sure what to think.

It’s intense, and the way their eyes meet every so often causes her to redden – from embarrassment or what, she’s not sure.

Still, she refuses to be embarrassed – honestly, it’s too late for that now. Their performance is in a few days (!!!!), and the thought makes Sakura’s hands sweat. She misses a few bars in the song, and she doesn’t miss the way Gaara’s eyebrow raised, mocking her.

She grits her teeth when Naruto stops his drumming and tells her they’re going to start from the top. He’s unusually determined, and she can’t muster her usual sarcastic retort because this time, the fault is with her. Instead, she nods and grips the neck of the bass guitar a little tighter.

Gaara’s stare is as heavy as having Naruto’s arm around her shoulders.

Maybe even heavier.

She ignores it, and after a few play throughs, she finally plays it all the way through without any mistakes. It’s a miracle, she thinks, because her mind is half on the song and half on the red-haired boy in front of her.

She wants to meet his stare head on. Maybe narrow them in distaste. Except she maybe kind of likes him. A little bit. A super tiny little bit. A microscopic, tiny bit. The thought of him transcribing bass tabs for her in the middle of the night makes her stomach queasy and her heart tighten. He’s still an asshole, though.

So maybe not distaste but – silent contemplation?

Something like that.

D-Day: 1 day

It’s the day before the performance and Sakura’s heart beats so fast she thinks she might throw up. The stage manager at Shuriken fusses around them on small stage, a short woman with hair up in a bun and wearing a perpetual bitch face. She screams at a poor guy named Tobi.

“No, Tobi,” the stage manager says. Sakura listens to their conversation because it’s better than realising she’ll have to play to a live audience. “Damnit, where’s Deidara? Let me speak to him instead – why? Because you’re a fucking idiot, that’s why! Fuck off and find me Deidara!” Tobi scurries off, but not before flipping a finger behind her back. The stage manager gives Sakura a brief once over and groans, before pointing at her guitar.

Sakura’s confused look only serves to make her impatient, and she snaps her fingers and points at her guitar again. Does she want the guitar?

“I’m surrounded by idiots, fucking hell,” the woman grumbles, before kneeling down and plugging something onto Sakura’s guitar. “Damnit, Tobi, where the fuck is Deidara?” She storms off and the other staff gives her wide berth.

Naruto bumps elbows with her. “Don’t take her too seriously, Sakura-chan! She’s like that, but she’s very good at her job. Right, Gaara?” Gaara grunts.

Sakura isn’t reassured, but tries to smile anyway. The Shuriken isn’t that big – with Konoha University’s funds focusing on sports, it’s a dingy bar at best. Most students go there anyway instead of the games. The drinks are cheap, and if you’re with a band, you get a few drinks for free.

“Gaara’s going to do an acoustic at the first part,” Naruto explains as he sits down in front of the drum set. “Then he’s going to swap the acoustic for electric. Once he does, I’ll count you in.”

It takes them a couple of times but they finally figure it out. Gaara doesn’t sing because Tobi lost the mics.

“Tobi, you’re fucking useless!” the stage woman screams while they practice. “You’re dead meat, you hear me? And where the fuck is Deidara?”

Sakura prays tomorrow will be smooth sailing.

D-Day

Sakura’s hands are sweating and shaking so much. They’re behind a curtain, waiting for Sasuke’s band, Sharingan, to finish their set. Her heart is beating so loudly she can’t even focus or enjoy the music. Naruto is nowhere to be found, probably hanging out with Hinata before their performance.

Where’s Naruto when you need him?

Gaara sees her alarmed expression and approaches. Her heartbeat skyrockets.

“Put your hands out like this,” he says, placing his hands as if in prayer. She does the same. He slaps the backs of her hands, surprising her. It stings a little. “Are they still shaking?” She looks at her hands.

“N-No,” she stammers. Gaara smiles (HE CAN SMILE????) and pats her head.

“Just do what you did yesterday,” he says. She’s still stupefied at seeing his smile (HE IS CAPABLE OF SMILING!!). “If you mess up, I’ll cover for you.”

“You’re singing and playing the guitar though,” she points out.

Gaara raises a brow. “So?” So cocky. Much asshole.

She doesn’t notice because her brain is still restarting from his smile.

He can smile. And his eyes crinkle in the cutest way possible. She wants to melt, and realises his smile is a potent weapon against her. Even more potent than Naruto’s his signature puppy-dog eyes and pleading pout combo. She’ll never be able to say ‘no’ to that smile.

The thought scares her.

Fuck.

The Sharingan finishes their set and leaves the stage.

Fuck.

“Wanna go out for drinks later?” Gaara asks nonchalantly as they walk to the stage.

She stares at him, eyes wide as the reality sinks in. Adrenaline is coursing through her veins as she stares at the crowd and then stares at him.

Fuck fuck fuck.

“Fuck yes.”

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Requested by: Anon

Request: Hello! I was wondering if I could request something with Mick Schumacher? Possibly they are related to Lando in some way and are always around races, because of this they know Mick and have a very public friendship with him. They get asked questions from reporters alot speculating that Mick and her are in a relationship? I'll let you decide how it ends up but I thought about it as I sore a picture of Lando and Mick sharing a podium in possibly f4 or f3. Anyways thank you :))

A/N: Hello, Anon, I had a little trouble coming up with a plot, but I hope you like the idea I went with.

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(Y/n) and Mick stood in the paddock laughing when (Y/n) caught sight of a reporter taking a video of them.

“Oh my gosh, I wish they could just leave us alone.” (Y/n) says, Mick glances over his shoulder at the reporter.

“Another story about us.” Mick says, (Y/n) was Lando Norris’ niece, and she went to most of his races during his time in F4 and F3, becoming friends with Mick Schumacher along the way, and ever since reporters have been videotaping them and taking pictures of them, with the headline ’Lando Norris’s niece dating Mick Schumacher?’ “I’ve gotten so many tweets about our relationship,” Mick adds air quotes around the word relationship.

“Lando’s fans have been asking him if you and I are dating as well.” (Y/n) says. “Can boys and girls no longer be friends without them dating?” A mischievous smirk appears on Mick’s lips.

“Well, why don’t we give them something to talk about?” Mick asks, (Y/n) slightly tilts her head in confusion.

“And what do you mean by that?” (Y/n) asks.

“Let’s give them a show.” Mick says, (Y/n)’s eyes slightly widen as she covers her hand with her mouth trying to hide the smile appears on her lips, Mick didn’t have to say the words ‘kiss’ for her to know that’s what he meant.

“Are you serious?” (Y/n) asks, she pulls her hand away from her mouth. “Do you want them to freak out? Do you want them to go mental?”

“Oh come on, it’s innocent fun,” Mick says, (Y/n) looks around her as she thought about the idea.

“Oh my go- I can’t believe that I’m about to agree to this.” (Y/n) says. “But we deserve to have a little fun.”

“So, do you want to do this?” Mick asks as a wide smile tug at the corner of his lips.

“Mhm, okay, let’s have some fun.” (Y/n) says. “At least when they gossip about us this time, it won’t be a lie.” Mick cheerful chuckles.

“Haha, you hope,” Mick says. “All right, are you ready?”

“Am I ready? Probably not.” (Y/n) says. “I mean, we haven’t had any practice, what if it doesn’t look natural enough?”

“Don’t stress, it’s going to be fine,” Mick says. “Remember, it’s just a little innocent fun.” (Y/n) nods her head.

“All right, all right, um, let’s do this then.” (Y/n) says, for some reason she felt nervous about their kiss, he takes a step closer to her

“Just tell me if you’re uncomfortable and I’ll kiss your cheek instead,” Mick says.

“I’m good, I’m okay.” (Y/n) says, As he leans closer she held her breath and glanced down at his lips, they seemed to be soft and warm, she looks back into his eyes as she felt her palms becoming sweaty before she could back out his lips brushed against hers, her eyes fall close as the kiss felt warm, deep laced with a little passion, it felt like they were kissing for a long time but was only a few seconds when Mick pulled away, she slowly opens her eyes took look at him and saw him staring back into her eyes.

“I uh.” Mick begins, he takes a step back and looks over his shoulder seeing the reporter’s mouth hanging open with their eyes wide open in shock. “I think it worked.” Mick looks back at (Y/n), (Y/n) snaps out of her daydream and looks towards the reporter, she would’ve giggled if she wasn’t so starstruck by their kiss.

“It appears so.” (Y/n) says, Mick would’ve enjoyed it a lot more if his mind wasn’t replying the kiss over in his mind. “Um, don’t you have um practice to get to attend?” Mick looks down at his watch.

“Right, yes, I do,” Mick says. “I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” (Y/n) nods her head.

“Yeah, definitely.” (Y/n) says, Mick smiles at her before walking past her towards the Prema garage, (Y/n) glances at the reporter before going towards the McLaren building they had built for the weekend, her mind swirling with thoughts about the kiss, unknowingly she lifts her hand to her lips and runs her finger over her bottom lip as a faint smile grows on her lips before it faded away, they could never… could they?

(Y/n) sat at a table inside the McLaren building sipping on a cappuccino, but her mind was still at the kiss she and Mick had, sure it was only to make the media go mental, but it felt right, Lando rushes towards her holding his phone.

“Explain!” Lando says, (Y/n) looks up at him as he turns the phone around to show her a picture of herself and Mick kissing.

“Oh, that.” (Y/n) says.

“Yeah, that,” Lando says as he sits down across from her.

“We decided to have a little fun.” (Y/n) says, not understanding why Lando was freaking out.

“Fun? What does that even mean?” Lando asks.

“Lando, you know us, Mick and I aren’t dating, and we got annoyed at the media for always posting that we are, so we just decided to give them something to talk about.” (Y/n) says, Lando nods his head seeming like he doesn’t believe her.

“And you expect me to believe you?” Lando asks, (Y/n) rolls her eyes.

“Believe what you want.” (Y/n) says.

“CARLOS!” Lando calls out as Carlos enters the building, Carlos walks towards the table.

“You called,” Carlos says.

“Yes, look at this!” Lando says, he shows the picture to Carlos. “Does this look like it’s fake?” Carlos examines the picture before looking at (Y/n).

“Oh, do you have a boyfriend? And you didn’t tell us?” Carlos says, (Y/n) lets out an annoyed sigh.

“We were just trying to stir the pot a little, all right?” (Y/n) says. “It was just innocent fun, if I had known you two would come and tease me about it, I wouldn’t have agreed to do it.”

“So, you are saying, that this was fake?” Carlos says, he takes Lando’s phone from his hands and shows the picture to (Y/n) again. “That neither of you was enjoying it?” (Y/n) looks at the picture, a moment frozen in time showed her just how much it appeared they were enjoying it, (Y/n) looks back up at Carlos.

“It was planned.” (Y/n) says. “On the spot, yeah, and now they actually have something to gossip about instead of making a story up.”

“Mh hm.” Carlos hums, he didn’t believe her either.

“You guys are children.” (Y/n) mutters.

“You’re younger than us.” Lando points out.

“And apparently more mature.” (Y/n) says as she crosses her arms over her chest feeling defensive, something Carlos quickly picked up.

“If it was supposedly so innocent as you claim, why are you being so defensive?” Carlos asks.

“Because I- ugh, I don’t have to explain myself to the two of you.” (Y/n) says as she stood.

“Where are you going?” Lando asks.

“I’m going to get some fresh air.” (Y/n) says. “I can’t deal with you two right now.”

An entire week had passed since the kiss and five days had passed since they last saw each other, they barely texted each other as the kiss was still fresh in the thoughts, they had to talk about it at some point, so Mick decided to go visit her, she lived on campus at the university she attended and knew she had afternoon classes instead of morning class, it didn’t take him long to find the dorm and knocked on the door, he heard movement coming from the inside before the door opened revealing (Y/n).

“Mick, hey, what are you doing here?” (Y/n) asks, she wasn’t expecting to see him there.

“I uh, came to see you,” Mick says. “I think we need to talk.” (Y/n) begins playing with the hem of her shirt.

“A-about what?” (Y/n) asks, she knew what it was about, but she was hoping to avoid the topic.

“About us, mainly about the kiss,” Mick says, (Y/n) nods her head and steps aside.

“Come on in.” (Y/n) says, Mick enters the dorm and (Y/n) closes the door, she dreaded the conversation thinking he would end their friendship, she turns around to look at him as he looked around the small dorm. “So uh, what do you want o talk about first?” Mick turns around to face her, he thought for a second.

“Screw it,” Mick says, he steps towards her taking her wrist in his hand.

“Wh-?” (Y/n) begins, Mick pulls her closer to him, his hand caresses her cheek as he brushes his lips over hers, kissing her with warmth and passion, everything seemed as if it disappeared until Lexi, (Y/n)’s roommate interrupted them.

“Oh, I knew it!” Lexi cheered, Mick and (Y/n) break away from the kiss to look at her. “I knew it.” Lexi picks up her book bag, excitement is written all over her face. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” (Y/n) and Mick take a step away from each other, Mick rubbed the back of his neck while (Y/n) fiddled with the ring on her middle finger. “I have to go now, but please don’t do it on the couch or the table.”

“Lexi.” (Y/n) says looking at her friend with wide eyes, Lexi begins walking towards them making her way to the door behind them.

“Oh, and please use protection as well,” Lexi says.

“Lexi!” (Y/n) says louder, hoping her roommate would get the message to shut up and leave.

“I’m going, I’m going,” Lexi says, she leaves the dorm with a mischievous smile on her lips as she closed the door.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry about her.” (Y/n) says as her cheeks heat up from embarrassment.

“No, no, no it’s all right,” Mick says, they look at each other as Mick lowers his arm.

“So uh, maybe you could explain to me why you just grabbed me like that and kissed me?” (Y/n) says.

“Honestly, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the first time we kissed,” Mick says. “I know it was to stir the pot a little, but uh, um, do you feel different about it?”

“No, no.” (Y/n) says. “I um, I haven’t gotten it out of my mind either.” (Y/n) brings her hand to the tips of her hair and begins playing with them nervously. “But uh, this was unexpected.”

“I uh, sorry about that,” Mick says.

“So uh, what happens now?” (Y/n) asks. “I mean, we have a lot to talk about, and a lot of things to decided.”

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