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momotorin · 8 days

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ms. monte carlo

f1 driver! momo x f1 driver! fem reader au although there's not much racing in this chapter

fluff (?), smut

after belgium, there was a huge chunk of days out of racing. still, you had to do some work, improving the car with your team every once in a while, checking on the simulations, or even in the actual car with new modifications that would surely help you win.

momo does the same in their factory in seoul, although she'd argue that their time has been mostly free. (which she wasn't lying about.)

over the phone, when you're bored with testing, she calls to say that she's cooking her favorite cup noodles, or watching a football game, or watching the new k-drama jeon jeongseo starred in, making you a little bit jealous of just how much free time she had.

then, a week later, one of the guys on the grid, the monegasque driver, charles, initiated a yacht party for single drivers like a bachelors and bachelorette’s night in monte carlo, one you won't trade the world for.

it was just such a pretty sight, a pretty place to be in— the coastal end and the opulent comfort of it was a feeling to hold on to.

“when are you flying?” you asked over the phone, closing the door to your car and starting it, going home after a long day in the factory.

“not sure if it's tomorrow or friday,” she sighs, heavy over the phone. “why? when are you flying out?”

“tomorrow,” you laughed. “i'm just worried that i'm there too early.”

“oh well,” she teases, saying the words in a sing-song tune. “i think you're worried about something else.”

“like what?” you asked, genuinely curious about it.

momo, on the other side of the line, was about to say something along the lines of ‘nothing, like you worry about just how much you've been missing me,’ but she dismisses the thought and says, “no, nothing.”

“alright,” you chuckled at her. “i've got to go now, goodnight, hirai!”

“goodnight to you too, y/n,” she smiles on her own. “and careful when you drive!”

“yes, got it,” you say, smiling to yourself as well. “bye.”

she drops the call knowing that you were driving, and you continue smiling to yourself like a giddy child until you reach home.

before sleeping, you scrolled a couple of times on your social media accounts, until stumbling on twitter, purposefully hiding yourself from your burner account to see the latest news from the paddock, although you knew some from the word of mouth.

“hmm,” you hummed and tapped on the article. “what do they mean by th- oh.” as you kept scrolling, you found out that people have been speculating about you and momo, after that photo of you both at the karting circuit. it wasn't the one that mick sent you, but the one he willingly posted in social media for the account of the circuit, which you both agreed on. “but why? don't friends do that too?”

you just sighed. you're getting to know momo really well and you just don't want to make anything awkward with her. you cross your fingers in hopes that she doesn't see this article, but then a message pops up, one from momo, joking.

momo: they had a field day with this one

momo: is the next article gonna tell us taking turns in giving each other grand prix wins?

you pouted, knowing that she was joking. you don't even know why you had a little pang of disappointment when she didn't tease you further in the way you wanted.

momo wondered why you were taking time to reply. not that it was so common for her to receive a new text every time you chat, it was just that she knows you've read it already.

momo: i bet the next article is that we've been dating for years now

you laughed at your screen and almost spilled your warmed milk. (yes, it helps you sleep so what if you drink warm milk.)

y/n: that would personally give me a concussion even with just a thought

y/n: your social media managers would be sooooooo mad since they've been trying to set you up with that miu miu model ever since

momo pouts at the realization. you two have always been formed as this sort of rivals; always hot headed, never friends, worse than enemies.

momo: and your managers would have a bad time too

momo: like they've been trying to get you to everywhere to get at least a good girlfriend

you sighed. she was correct. you've been invited to different sports events, modelled for brands, and many more just to make connections. it's a reality you two couldn't help but face.

y/n: what if you get me one?

y/n: you have waaaay more friends in monte carlo than i do

momo: i'm not the one throwing the party, dumbass

y/n: yeah but i know you have a whole roster there

y/n: remember that one article when they said that you took a girl after a party with her friends

momo: oh shut up like you don't do that too.

y/n: yes, but in more discreet places

momo: you're a freeeeak!

y/n: can't blame me for having a little craving. racing is so damn stressful.

momo: well, true

y/n: but i’ll actually get going now because i'm sleepy…

momo: okay whatever

momo: i'm sleeping too

you laughed as you closed your phone, and looked forward to tomorrow.

you heard three long honks, the shrill, deep and loud sound of each scrutinizing beep reaching your deep sleeping ears.

“jesus christ,” you whine, rubbing your eyes in annoyance, ridding the sleepy dust around it. you then hear your doorbell, and you run to your door fastly, “coming!”

you opened the door to see your teammate, all prepped up and proper. “our flight is at 10 am.” she reminds and laughs at your still ‘i-woke-up-like-this’ appearance. “wanna fly out looking like that?”

“no,” you rubbed your arms, feeling a little chill from the outside air. hyunnie heads inside with you, “i thought you weren't coming?” you asked.

“i'm not going to the party, dumbass,” hyunnie mentions. “it's for bachelorettes, and you should be glad i'm taken.”

“or you'll scare the bitches off, yeah,” you joked. “anyways, how about sana?”

“she's going to be my date, why?” hyunnie retaliated as she chuckled, sitting down on your sofa. “anyways, get dressed and fixed now. we're gonna run late.”

you whine once more. “what time is it?”

“8:40.” hyunnie says.

“oh, fuck,” you hurried your steps to your room, closing the door, immediately ridding of your sleep clothes to take a bath. “you should've woken me up sooner!” you shout from your bathroom.

“i've been honking the fuck out of my r34, stupid!”

you arrived at 10 am, on the dot. you look at your watch and the private jet is stopping right in front of you and your teammate, parking nicely in a little spot to open the stairs.you grunt as you take the steps up, quite chilly with the wind hitting your bare face.

“alright,” you sigh as you load your luggage in the little cabin just above you. your phone rings, f1 radio style, and hyunnie lets out a little snort at your notification sound. “hey,” you pouted as you sat on your designated, taking out your phone. “oh, well.”

momo: look outside

you pulled up the window pane of your seat, seeing a familiar red, italian sports car stopping just right beside your teammate's gorgeous r34. “what the hel-”

“i mean, she's the only one coming.” hyunnie says in defence. “plus, we're trying to cut carbon emissions. jihyo didn't fly out because she's got to deal with car developments." she smiles, tight lipped, covering her eyes to sleep.

“okay,” you then sat down as you stared at momo, who was making way to the plane. you see that there was a vacant seat right in front of you, “and she's taking lewis's premium heated and massager seat?”

“if you want it that bad,” hyunnie takes her eye covers off for a second and looks you straight in the eyes, like it's gonna burn you. “just get the damn package, get your seat upholstered with what lewis had.”

you laugh at your friend's antics, “why are you so snappy today?”

momo grunts as she gets inside the plane, her luggage getting rolled by the pilots to a small cabin behind the cockpit.

“because sana's got problems, and that includes a man getting linked to her.” momo says as she takes the seat in front of you, immediately turning on the massage feature, she groans in pleasure, “holy shit,” she chuckles, her eyes closed and her body is literally melting on the seat. “this is so damn good. you guys don't even have championships, how the hell do you afford these?”

“lewis does,” you corrected, and your breath almost hitches. your palms were getting clammy, and you don't know why your heart was beating so loud in your chest as you stared at her getting the massage done in utter pleasure. you gulp, keeping yourself together. “he had eight.” you sighed.

you took a minute to gather your thoughts as you closed the window beside you. momo was still having that expression just in front of you, but her eyes were staring down at you. you look down to check on yourself, if there was anything wrong, and unconsciously touch your face.

“well,” momo snickered, observing the bag on your lap. “got any snacks too, y/n?”

you laughed. she was definitely looking at the unhealthy bag of snacks you brought in after your little convenience store run before being late. “it's mine, yes,” you said, holding the bag of snacks close to you. “and i’m not sharing. i haven't had breakfast, and i’m going to eat the plastic out of this plane, if you don't want that happening, you better s-”

“you're still yapping,” momo draws out as she increases the function on her massage chair. “you know what, maybe you need some champagne, or a really strong drink— just to wash some of that morning sassiness.”

“momo,” you sigh and take out your favourite snack out of the bag, opening the delicate plastic of it and the scent of it fills the air. “this is my breakfast.” you pointed at the snack, open and filling the air with it's honey butter scent. “please don't even try to get some, or get alcohol running in my system. that's unhealthy and gonna kill you."

“don't worry, i had my breakfast, so i can have a drink," momo still grunts in pleasure, trying out the vibration massage on the calves of the chair. “this is phenomenal. i could sit here forever.”

“oh yeah?" you chuckled and took a bite of your chips, trying to mask the obvious tense that you feel in your gut. “anyways, if you need anything else, you can help yourself,” you grunt as you stood up, getting up to get some water from the little refrigerator just behind you. “there's a bunch of snacks there, and drinks,” you smiled. “don't expect that we have your little italian cookies and swiss chocolate because the team's very much japanese and not as rich as any other team.”

momo sighs. “ugh, alright” she said, turning off the massage function, finally. you calm down as she stands up, getting a bottle of water as she watches you gobble up the bag of goodies in your hand. “do you like flying out, y/n?” momo then suddenly asks as she sat down once more.

“hm,” you hummed, deep in thought. “i mean, it's not the most productive time,” you explained. “but it's nice. i get to rest, get a little bored, then bam, before i land i’m yapping to my race engineer about my ideal race strategies.”

“you,” momo laughs deeply, one you've heard rarely. “you're a nerd.”

“yeah!” you smiled at her, acknowledging the name, and the adjective. “if i wasn't, i wouldn't be a world champion contender. we're pretty close, you know? imagine losing to a nerd.”

“i did,” momo sighed as she closed her eyes. “karting, formula 2, formula 3, hell, even in the sim racing competition. i know the feeling.”

“okay,” you laughed loudly. “get used to it, hm?”

“hell no.” momo scoffed, fully succumbing to the warmth of sleep.

hours in flight pass quickly, and hyunnie, a few centimetres away from you, giggles like a highschooler on her phone.

“must be fun,” you teased, singing your words in a funny tune. “sana?”

hyunnie just nodded and continued typing, “of course, who else would it be?”

“dunno?” you played, remembering your teammate's amazing roster. “ms. worldwide probably has someone else waiting on her dm.”

“oh yeah, sana too,” your teammate nonchalantly rebutted. “we're quits; that part was our past and we're quitting that practice of ours.”

hyunnie then looks up from her phone to look at your eyes sincerely, “what about you? ever miss ms. monte carlo?”

“oh shut up,” you nervously laughed. “how could i not forget?”

“you literally forgot her name and how she looked, stupid,” your teammate teased. “all you had left was her ring.”

“right.” you fiddle with the ring on your right index finger, the cool, silver metal sticking to your skin so well that you don't even wanna let it go. “i hope she knows i still kept it.”

“jesus christ, you're hopeless,” hyunnie laughs at your ideal. “got any leads?”

“none. zero. nada,” you put your hand on your forehead, disappointed at the situation you're in right now. “but still. she's just around and we won't even know it anymore.” you sighed. “was i so damn drunk that i can't even remember her face?”

momo shifts in her recliner at the little chatter that got into her ears as she slept. she smiles, knowing that she remembers a night, leaving in the morning after having fun, putting her tiffany and co. ring at a hotel nightstand.

ms. monte carlo was a specific case. you rarely get drunk, and you were so damn sure that every drink in the room was spiked with something. you take down shots of tequila, or whatever clear liquid was on the table.

you don't even know how you got outside. it was just someone pulling you— her hair smelled like peaches which you smell as you caught up behind her, and her hands were soft to your touch as you felt it against your skin.

the next moment you know is you're being kissed against the doorframe of your hotel room, gentle as ever.

“hey, your card,” she chuckled. “we need to get inside, darling.”

you immediately reached out for it in your right pocket, half conscious, and handed it over to her.

you felt her arms wrap around your waist securely, like you were porcelain about to crush when you hit something else; you just know the door’s locked tight, and you're just so sure you're in the arms of someone who knows what they do.

your world was still spinning in circles, it also doesn't help that you lost your trusty prescription glasses in the middle of your drinking session because one of the models tried it out. you can't see her and that upsets you.

she doesn't immediately dive into you as she locks lips with you towards the bed. you were put down on the soft sheets slowly, but she still remained firmly holding you by the waist as she put her thighs to straddle your body.

“hey,” you smiled, rubbing her thighs. she gently leverages herself, her ass lifting away from your body as she shifts. “everything alright?”

“hm, yes,” she then leaned down, taking a hold of your wrists as she kissed you. “i’m alright now i've got you like this, darling.”

“okay,” you giggled, and you're starting to lose your conscience. that tight, gentle and sure grip on your wrists wakes you up, as you feel her hand glide from one button of your linen shirt to another button being pried open. “darling,” you called out, moving your wrists. “please, i wanna touch you.”

she slowly lets go of your wrists, letting her hands slide to your arms as she nips the skin in the middle of your bra-clad chest.

“beautiful,” she says as she looks up at you, tracing the lace lines that go around it to wrap on your skin. “god,” she kissed you on the lips once more, letting you savor the taste of her lips as she removed your shirt completely away from your body, leaving it somewhere on the floor. “you look so fucking good.”

you moaned the moment she trailed her kisses from your jaw to your neck, unclasping your bra skillfully, with one hand. she immediately discards it, and latches her mouth on one as she grasps the other, kneading just right to make you hold onto her.

“fuck,” you grunt. your nerves were overridden, and you closed your eyes at the pleasure with the world still spinning around you. “darling, you're so fucking good,” you hissed at her teeth grazing your sensitive mound. “more.”

she pulls away and stares at you for a second, leaving you high and absolutely wet, that she teases, “i love it when you're so damn pliant,” she whispered, letting her hands wander on your abdomen, teasing back and forth whether she would pull down your matching linen pants. “tell me what you want, darling.”

“please,” you begged, looking at her, but still you were quite unclear. “please, darling, fuck me.”

“how?” she whispered teasingly. “tell me.”

“fingers, tongue, or whatever,” your voice shook in both nervousness and excitedness. this person calling you darling was a complete stranger and your upper half is on display for her to see. what's there to lose if you're this vulnerable now? “please, darling.”

“good girl,” she smiles, removing her shirt as she goes down to place your back comfortably on the headboard. “you can't touch, okay? you can moan all you want but if you touch me, we're over. got that, darling?”

“yes, maam,” you smiled. “i get it.”

“good,” she then slowly unties your pants, removing them and your matching lace panties show in her face with a big spot of wetness in the middle. she slowly removes it, the layer of your wetness sticking to the material, leaving a string as she pulls it off of you. “fuck, you're so damn wet for me, darling.” she chuckled lowly, your cunt out for her to stare, and later, devour.

she trails a hand from your entrance to your clit, lathering her fingers with the fluid that accumulated as she played with you. she hummed, slowly putting her index and middle fingers to be enveloped by your warm, velvety pussy walls as you moaned loudly.

“so deep, fuck,” you hiss, your hips moving upward as your back arched to her touch. “more,” you groaned as she kept her fingers stationary, leaving you in such a state of expectation for her to fuck you sensless. “darling, please.”

slowly, she thrusts her fingers in and out as she spreads you further, “i love it so much when you beg, darling,” she breathily says as she lets your thighs go on each of your shoulders comfortably. “fuck.” she kisses on your inner thigh nipping on it to tease you a little. you squirm into her touch like you're putty under her.

her tongue pushes flat against your entrance to your clit, gathering the tasteful juices, “you're delicious, darling,” she whispered, taking another lick as you moaned. “can't wait to eat you all night.”

you gripped on the bed sheets tighter, remembering that you can't touch her just yet. your hips rut against her lapping tongue and thrusting fingers, making your head spin in pleasure.

“so tight for me,” she whispered, latching away from your clit to move her hair from one side to another, opening your folds to just see how sopping you were. “you’re g’nna cum, huh?” she teased, the pad of her thumb rubbing your clit directly, making you jolt.

“yes, fuck,” you held onto the sheets, rutting your hips to her hand frantically as she went up to nip on your neck’s skin. “fuck, i'm gonna-”

she then whispered, “cum for me, darling.”

you screamed as the feeling in your stomach explodes to her hand, making you see stars. you were panting, your body flushed against hers, as you kissed, her hand continuing the ministrations to get you calming down.

your tongues clash, and she bites down on your lip as you ran out of breath. “wanna taste?” she said, bringing the set of fingers she used on you to your mouth.

you slowly licked your juices off of her fingers, looking at her directly.

“good girl,” you heard her lowly chuckle as she straddled you again. she slowly removed her fingers away from your mouth, and she settled right on top of you. “you can touch me now, darling.”

“fuck, finally,” you bit her lip as you finally kneaded at her full breasts. “you're so damn perfect.”

momo remembers that night vividly. she watches her drunk rival, this person seemingly just appearing right after her operation.

she never thought you would look this good. tousled hair, linen blue shirt with two buttons open, and your little nerdy glasses— she doesn't know if you were looking that good, or if her nerves were on fire because of the alcohol. one sure thing is that she wants to get you for the night.

it goes on for hours, that little play of hers just staring at you like she has tunnel vision. she sees that you're then surrounded by models, and that your glasses are gone. she remembers you freaking out since you really can't see without them during a karting race when you two were younger.

her feet moved with what her body told her, and she drags you out of the club.

now, she looks at you with her eyes as she sees you enjoying sucking on her perky breast while you knead the other. she gently places a hand on your hair, pushing you closer to her.

“fuck, darling.” she moaned, throwing her head back in pleasure.

“ride me,” you smirked as you pulled away from her breasts. “use me.” you leaned back completely, letting your back lay flat on the bed as you sneak up your hands to her thighs, hooking one side of her panties to remove. “please, darling?”

oh god, momo couldn't resist. those puppy eyes twinkling made her invincible. she knows that you're sure that it isn't momo the driver whom you got into serious fights with, but it was just someone you wanted to please— someone whom you wanted to give yourself to for the night.

you slowly removed her panties, letting her straddle your face. you licked from her entrance to her clit, catching the nectar that falls from her.

“darling, more,” she held onto your hair, setting the pace as you laid your tongue flat for her to grind on. “good girl,” she grunts, her movement frantic against you. she looks down to see the most gorgeous pair of begging eyes, and she thought you looked good but not like this good under her. “so fucking polite for me.”

you then trace your hand to insert in her hole, and she moaned loudly when you finally took your fingers to enter her wet, waiting hole. you hummed as you sucked on her clit, lapping at it occasionally as she shook above you.

you curl your fingers up, and you feel her wetness on your tongue accumulate.

“baby, i'm gonna cum,” she bites her lower lip as she feels you do your ministrations fastly. “y/n!”

she squirted, flooding both your face and your lips. she slowly detaches herself from you after her high, and she laid beside you.

you stare at her, mouth still wet with her juices, and she sees you suck at your fingers so good, cheeks hollowed out, “you taste good, darling.” you smirked as you kissed her again, letting her taste herself.

she felt her body just relax. then later her eyes fall heavy, surrendering to sleep with both utter warmth and pleasure. she can't even think anymore, knowing that you were the one beside her. she'll just deal with it in the morning.

but now, you pull her to your arms, and there it starts— her head on your chest, your arms wrapping around her and you sleep thinking about peach shampoo.

“peach.” you mumble in your sleep, lips moving in a pout and momo observes intently, giggling to herself at how cute you were. the flight was almost done, and you were set to land in about 30 minutes.

“hey,” hyunnie stands up and wakes you up as she gently taps on your shoulder. “we're almost here.”

you stirred from your sleep, stretching out your limbs, and you smiled with your eyes closed, “ah, really?”

momo smiles to herself at the sight. she knows you are cute, everyone does— but why does her heart skip a little beat? she really shook off the thought, wriggling her arms and hands suddenly like she was also stretching.

you fold your in flight blanket, and momo just stares at you, “first time seeing someone fold a blanket, miss?” you joked.

momo then composes herself, “no,” she laughs. “just first time seeing you this nerdy.”

“damn,” you then looked at her, fixing your glasses even to give you the full effect. “now you've got one,” you grunted, getting your fia rulebook in your messenger bag just right beside you. “ is this even more nerdy?”

“god, you're insufferable,” hyunnie jokes. “that’s why no one got you except miss monte carlo. and you were high. and you didn't have your glasses.”

“hey!” you kid around with your teammate. “sana's definitely just doing community service when she's with you. like…” you then looked at momo, expecting her to ride on in your little joke towards your teammate.

“yeah, like,” momo chuckled, remembering the red clad racing driver, and her preference. “she doesn't date girls below 5’8.”

you pull out a string of “ooh”-s from your mouth. hyunnie laughs along, knowing well that you two were joking.

later on, the plane lands, and you're greeted by a very nice ensemble of italian cars, and a familiar driver.

“hello, welcome,” he says and greets you. “glad you made it, y/n!” he then hugs you tight, feeling very happy with your presence.

your history with charles was one of a kind, like brother and sister; basically he guided you in your first few years, even when you were in a different junior team, and in a completely different team now.

“hello, momo,” charles then greets the person beside you. “you look amazing. ” he compliments, also very happy to see his direct junior. you don't know much about them, but charles has been keeping an eye out for momo.

“and you,” charles then moves to hyunnie. “where's sana?” he asked, curious about her other half.

“had to deal with something back home,” momo says. “she's taking a flight later though.”

“oh, alright,” charles then smiles, and walks towards the cars. he presents it with his arms open, “choose your poison, guys.”

a question flew to your mind. there's no way you could fit your carriers in any of the cars in front of you “what about our luggages?”

“don't worry about it, ma belle,” charles tapped your back. “always worrying,” he sighs jokingly. “anyways, yeah, just choose and i’ll give you the key!”

momo was left in front of a ferrari daytona sp3, “my god.” charles smiles, hands momo the key by throwing it, and she gladly catches it in her hands.

hyunnie hums and went beside a ferrari 812 competizione a, in its bone white, #16 glory. charles gently gave the key to her and she let out a little “yes!”

“you know what i want, frére.” you stand beside the familiar f40, and he throws you the key as well as he went to his ferrari purosangue.

“you know where to go!” he says and waves as he spins out of his parking state, and off the airstrip.

you excitedly get in the car, well, you can't deny the feeling of a ferrari— something this classic makes your nerves electrocute in so many ways no one could understand.

you three arrive at the leclerc’s house, it was a simple complex overlooking the sea of monte carlo. it's been years since you've met charles, but this place of his has never changed.

“suit yourselves, guys,” he says and he's immediately greeted by his little dachshund, leo, who also jumps up at momo's presence. “the other drivers are already in their hotels, and i'm actually surprised that you've come in late.”

“we're late?” you then asked, immediately going for a glass of water in his kitchen.

“only for an hour. mina and the rookie arrived a little over an hour ago,” he informed. “so that's the story. but you three are right in time for lunch, so go eat, you guys.” he says, inviting the other two to his table. “you need to be filled before the party or else you'd puke your insides like miss here,” he points at you. “and she comes crying to the room and asks ‘dude noooo she went away!!’ then pukes all over my floor.”

you laughed at the memory of you just crashing at this place, a little over breakfast and he hands you coffee to talk about it immediately.

the night comes really quickly. the breeze becomes cold, the lights of the casinos, centers, and buildings turn on to reflect a hue of warmth to the coolness of the sea. you walk out of the hotel, the yacht just a pedestrian lane away from you, and you see the single drivers have fun.

it was a wild mix of people; both lower and upper bunk containing old and new drivers, some said hello, some completely ignored you, and some were just really shy.

you came up to the bar, half shouting to the bartender as you couldn't hear over the music. you take a shot of the drink, and a girl takes the spot beside you.

“great seeing you here, suertudo.” she says, reaching out a hand for you to shake.

“oh, hello,” you then shook her hand, not quite sure of her identity. “from wrc, right?”

“yes,” she then lightly chuckled. “huh yunjin. also a rookie.”

“oh my god, that's brilliant!” you exclaimed in happiness in meeting a fellow rookie. “i've heard so many things about you, ms. huh.”

“hope it isn't bad,” she jokes as she takes a sip from her white wine. “i've also heard a lot of things about you, y/n. you're amazing.”

“thank you,” you bowed gently, quite comical. “seems like you've been here for quite a while now. first time?”

“yeah, first time,” yunjin smiles. “how about you?”

“nope. this is my third,” you whispered, getting close to the proximity of her face. “i also know someone who's a first timer.”

yunjin perks up and her eyes go wide, “oh really? mind telling me who?”

“that cute person right there,” you pointed kazuha among the crowd, looking out at the sea as she held a glass of red wine. “she's nice. i think you two would go really well together. give it a shot?”

“you bet,” yunjin then stands up with her drink, clearing crinkles on her skirt, and fixing her shirt. you also came up to fix on her hair, gently tucking the hair behind her ear. “yes, thank you, this is perfect.”

you then smiled and cheered, “you go, girl!”

nonetheless, it ticked momo. her senses were high, her heart was beating fast, even if she's got hands of guys and girls roaming around her body; she sees you in the room making another woman feel giddy, she can't help but feel her heartstrings pulling her feet to move to you.

you chuckled as you watched yunjin leave, off to kazuha, and a tight grip was on your wrist as soon as they shook hands.

“what?” you asked loudly. it was momo, seemingly tugging you out.

you tried to force her down but surprisingly, she was stronger than what you've expected, and so you two are now on the streets, cars passing you by as the loud clubbing yacht becomes far gone.

you looked at her angrily. you don't understand why you needed to be dragged out and for what? the worst is that your friend is the one dragging you out like you're some kid.

“i know that you're mad,” she says, still holding your wrist. “but let me talk, okay?”

“why?” you exclaimed, trying to let go of her grip. “what do you want me to do, hirai?!”

“let's get away here, please,” she calmly says, eyes begging for you to understand them. “somewhere a little far.”

“let me go. i need to walk.” you firmly said, and you walked ahead of her, almost jogging. you don't even know why you just let momo hirai, your supposed contender, follow you as you went ahead.

“okay.” you then arrived at a small speakeasy hidden behind a winery, and you pulled out a barstool for momo to sit on. “mind explaining?” you then asked, and you ordered two glasses of your favorite cocktail.

she gently sits down, and says, “i needed to tell you something.”

“hm,” you handed over the other glass to her side and you clinked it as you drank. “continue please?”

momo deeply sighs, and it made you quite nervous. it seems important when she opens her mouth to say: “i'm ms. monte carlo.”

“oh cool! ms. monte carlo!” you said, repeating what she said, and your brain haywired. “what do you mean you're ms. monte carlo?!”

“i kissed you. we made out. i left that ring on your bedside table because i took it out before i slept,” she explained, chugging down on the cocktail for liquid courage. “you can ask sana about that ring. it's a gift from scaglietti when we were teammates."

“what the hell.” you then looked down at the ring, realizing that it's hers. “h-how do you know ms. monte carlo?”

“heard you two on the plane,” momo giggles, asking for a stronger drink. “i think you forgot how good my hearing is, y/n.”

“okay, but,” you then sighed, trying to process all of what's happening right now. “why are you telling me this?”

“you deserve to know,” she taps on your cheek, giggling once more. “it’s a cute thing that you kept this one,” her fingers grazed over your (her) ring, fiddling with it. “and, it's fair.”

she takes out a familiar necklace out, it was gold, with a detailed wing, a gift from lewis for making it out of the hospital. it's quite the common design for necklaces, so you really didn't mind it when momo wore it for the night. you've been scolded for not having it with you, “how?”

“it was on your bedside too,” she chuckled, seemingly amused by your cluelessness. “need to be equal, right?”

“well, that's fair,” you snickered as you interlock your hand with hers. “i- um,” you cleared your throat as you looked at her. “where do we go from here?”

“didn't know you were that fast,” momo joked. “you set the pace, racer.”

“you are too,” you chuckled. “um, i'm just glad that you're not awkward with it or anything.”

“why would i be?” she questioned, looking at her interlaced hands with yours. “unless you want to make it seem like we didn't... you know.”

“i know that part already,” you laughed, almost as if you were getting pretty annoyed. “we've eaten each other out, quite literally.”

“hey!” she jokingly hits your shoulder.

“what? it's right.”

“it is,” she leans forward to whisper, “was i good?”

“well, you were,” you honestly confessed. “that's why i wanted to find you, to thank you at least.”

“that's really cute,” she said, leaning back a bit to tease you. “i only accept gratitude in the form of the top step of the podium.”

“then we're going to have a problem,” you teased back, leaning forward to look at her. “that's the gratitude i want to accept too.”

“honestly, i've been wanting to break it to you for so long now,” she giggled once more as the pads of her thumbs rub on to your cheeks, cupping the side of your face. “especially since you've been getting close with me.”

you lean into her gentle, secure touch, “i'm glad you told me.”

you went closer, the familiar peach scent engulfing your very being, and your lips pressed against her glossed ones; full of desire like it's the only thing you've ever known to do.

momo hums into the kiss, and she pulls away, but your foreheads stay together as you giggled to yourselves.

you still don't know what it means, how you get so pumped when she locks lips with you. it's terrifying how you like it more than when she goes up against you in a tight race.

“don't think, darling,” she says, like she's been reading your mind. “you don't need to sort it out just yet."

she was right. all that's left to do is to enjoy.

after all, you found her.

#twice imagines #twice fluff #twice smut #momo #momo imagines #momo fluff #momo smut

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valewosomtb · 3 months

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here to stay - j.hermoso x reader

warnings: none

Today was the day you finally saw the love of your life after almost 4 months. It's hard being away from your favorite person, but when you finally see each other after a long period of not being able to, you appreciate the time you have with them. Since you play for FC Barcelona and she plays for Tigres UANL Women in Mexico, it's hard, but it does for sure keep you on your toes.

Jenni was coming to Barcelona for the next two weeks, and you couldn't be more excited for her since you missed everything about her: her perfect smile, her perfect eyes, her stupid yet somehow funny dad jokes, but most of all, you missed her touch. Not just for making you feel good, but also because her touch makes you feel safe.

You were waiting for her in the airport parking lot, leaning on the side of your car, looking at your phone playing some weird-ass game just to pass the time until she comes out. But since you were so into your game, you could say that you lost track of time.

„As I can see, you didn't miss me that much and you wouldn't mind if I just turn around and go back to Mexico?“ you heard the voice of your beautiful girlfriend. You looked up from your phone with the biggest smile on your face as she was approaching you with a smile on her face. As you were jumping into her arms, she dropped all the bags she had in her hand just to catch you and hold you under the thighs.

„My baby is home!“ you said while hugging her tightly, and just for a second, you pulled away a little, looking her dead in the eyes. „Don't ever say I didn't miss you because you know damn well I wouldn't let you back… at that place I don't like talking about,“ you told her with a serious look, but she was just looking at you with a soft look, and you started blushing. Even after all this time, she still makes you nervous. You were seriously in love with her.

She slowly put you down but still kept you close. „I like this chit-chat or whatever, but I would really love it if this gorgeous girl I missed so much could just shut up and kiss me already,“ she said and pulled you even closer to her, if that was possible. You just rolled your eyes with a smile on your face, then you put your arms around her neck and kissed her softly. As your lips touched, you melted into her even more; you just now realized how much you actually missed her. She bit your lips a little, and it made you moan into her mouth. She took that chance to slip her tongue into your mouth. Things were getting quite heated at this point, and you being in the middle of the parking lot wasn't helping a lot. Unfortunately, you had to pull away even though you REALLY didn't want to.

„As much as I would LOVE to continue this, it's better if we went home,“ you said breathlessly after that short but hot make-out session. Jenni just smirked at you but agreed. She put her bags into the trunk. As she was coming to sit in the passenger seat, you handed her the keys, „I would really appreciate it if you drove us home,“ you said and gave her a sweet grin. She just shook her head and pecked your cheek. She knew how much you hated driving, but you definitely loved being her little passenger princess. She opened the doors for you and helped you into the car. You were driving in comfortable silence, with her holding your hand the whole time, never letting you go. She was concentrated on the road, and you took this chance to really look at her. She felt you staring at her, took a quick look at you, and turned a little red when she saw how big-hearted you were looking at her.

„Why are you looking at me like that?“ she said when she turned her attention to the road.

„I just missed you a lot… and I really love you. That's pretty much it, oh and you're really pretty,“ you said, still looking at her. At this point, you were sitting sideways in your seat, still holding her hand in your lap. You took her hand closer to your lips and kissed the back of her hand. She stopped at the red light, and then looked at you with this look you never saw before. She leaned over and gave you a quick but loving kiss. „I really love you too, mi vida,“ she said softly.

You were just staring at each other, like two teenagers in love. You both forgot where you were until the car behind you started honking and ruined the perfect moment.

You were almost home when you got a message from Alexia.

Alexia: Everything is ready, have fun!!

You: Thank you so much, Ale. I owe you big time!!

Alexia: Don't worry about it, I just love to see my two best friends happy!!

You turned off your phone as you were about to pull up to your drive way. Jenni was quick to get out of the car and opened the door for you. You'll never get enough of this princess treatment. She was getting her bags out of the trunk as you were about to help her with one of the bags, she smacked your hand away. Apparently she didn't want you to carry any heavy stuff so you don't hurt yourself.

„You know it's not that heavy and I wanna help you“ you said as she was clearly struggling with the bags.

„No. You are my princess and you don't get to tire yourself.“ She said as she was approaching the door. You were still standing next to the car with crossed arms and with the keys to the house. Jenni put one of the bags on the floor and looked for the keys, completely oblivious thay you were walking slowly towards her with keys in your hand.

You stood next to her and handed her the keys, „Do you also want to do this by yourself or will you let me at least open the doors for you?“ you asked with a raised eyebrow. She was never one to ask for help; she did everything by herself, even when she was clearly struggling. In her opinion, asking for help was for the weak. You always rolled your eyes at that.

She took a deep sigh, „Okay, you open the door… but only this time.“ You unlocked the door and let her in first.

As you got inside after her and saw the house set up, the table was ready with plates, wine glasses, and the wine cooling off in the wine cooler. There were also blankets laid out on the floor in front of the fireplace. „Thank you, Alexia Putellas,“ you thought to yourself.

Jenni put all of her stuff on the floor and took a look around the house. „Did you do all of this?“

Suddenly, you got nervous and shy. „Well, I had a little help but yeah,“ you said while rubbing your neck. You watched as Jenni finally turned to you; she walked slowly towards you, then took both of your hands and made you look up at her.

„I don't deserve you. Why did you do all this?“ she said while softly looking at you. There's that look you can't describe again.

„Well, I thought it was my time to spoil you finally. You're always the one spoiling me, and don't think I don't love it because I do… But, I don't know, I just want to show you how much I love you and since you always say I'm your princess… I wanted to show you that to me you are my queen, and I wanna treat you right,“ you were explaining to her. She smiled at you, even started blushing.

As you were telling her everything, you were calming down, „You're the love of my life, Jenni. After everything we've been through, actually let me get that correct, after everything I put YOU through, I thought it was time to show you how much I appreciate you.“ You finished with a shy smile and looked down because of the embarrassment.

You felt Jenni put her finger under your chin and made you look at her. As you looked into her eyes, the only thing you saw was love. At that moment, you just knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her. You saw a single tear fall down her cheek, and you were quick to wipe it off. „Don't cry, baby, please. I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm so sorry,“ you were apologizing, and she chuckled a little as she stopped your apologies.

„I already told you have to stop apologizing for everything. But these are happy tears. I've never had anyone do something like this to me, I wasn't expecting anything like this when I was coming here. „ she said with a small sniffle in between.

„See, this is why I think I should've done this before.“

„You shouldn't have to do this at all…“

„But I should've, and I did, Jenni…“ you started to say as you put both of your hands on her cheeks to make sure this got into that thick skull of hers, „…you're incredible, strong, beautiful, thoughtful, selfless, gorgeous, amazing person. I'm sad to hear that no one ever showed you how much you're worth and how much you deserve everything good in your life. You're one of the few things that's good in this messed-up world… I haven't done something like this before, but I'll make sure I do plenty of this in the future.“ You have never been more serious than this in your life. You have never made promises because you were scared you would break them, but when you did make a promise, you always fulfilled it.

Jenni was speechless, she really didn't know what to say, but she SHOWED you what she feels. You kissed a lot of times but this kiss was something different, something new. You could literally feel every single emotion she felt in that moment. It almost made you tear up.

You finally pulled away, she gave you one more peck on the lips before you totally pulled away. „I love you so much, y/n“

„I love you too, Jenni“ you just hugged for a while after that.

„We better start eating that food Alex- I mean I made“ you said pulling away from her.

„Don't have to lie to me, I know you can't cook. And I doubt you learned how to cook in 4 months“

„Hey, I did TRY to learn..but clearly I'm not made for being in kitchen. You know , 2 months ago when I called you in the middle of the night when I was at the hospital because I got hit with a ball really hard and I got concussion?“ you asked and she just nodded her head, „I was actually trying to learn to cook a sauce of some kind and as I was putting the bowl on the kitchen counter I actually missed the counter and the sauce got all over the floor. I went to get something to clean it with and then I possibly maybe slipped on it and fell on my back with a big ass bang on the floor with my head…and that's actually the reason why I was at the hospital…“

Jenni just started to laugh and you couldn't help yourself and started to laugh with her.

She laughed so hard she had to wipe her eyes from tearing up, „oh baby, i think it's better if you don't step into the kitchen at all“ she gave you a forehead kiss.

„let's eat now“ she pulled you towards the table.

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After the dinner, you were chilling in the living room. Cuddled up, with an empty wine bottle next to you, laying on the blankets. You were laying on her chest with her arm around you as she was playing with your hair and you were talking about anything that came up to your mind. She was never really a talker but she was definitely a listener.

You made yourself sit up so you can look at her better, „ So, what does my queen wanna do tomorrow?“

„I dont know, but if you're too scared to ask la reina by herself i can do it for you, let me just go grab my phone“ she joked and you just slapped her arm playfully. She just chuckled at you.

„You're literally the most unfunny person ever. But seriously, what do you wanna do tomorrow? I wanna make the most of it in the next two weeks“ you asked her.

Then Jenni sat up and scratched her neck nervously, „actually there's something I have to tell you“

You got all nervous, „what is it? Do you have to go to Mexico sooner?? Because if you do I'll literally beat your ass right now“ you said dead serious.

„ It is related to my stay here , but it's not what you think“

„Jenni Hermoso, i swear if you don't spill it out there will be consequences.“

„okay, okay calm down damn.. I'm actually here to sigh my 2 year contract with Barca.“ She said with a big smile on her face.

Your jaw hit the floor, you were staring at her blankly. She had to help you with closing your jaw, but it was no help it just opened again.

„Y/n, you here? „ She started to wave in front of your face „do you hear me?“

It took you a while to actually realize what she said. When you processed that information, you jumped on her.

„WE'RE FINALLY GONNA BE TEAMMATES“ you hugged her tightly

„ah she's back“ jenni laughed „ yes, we are going to be teammates.“

When you pulled away you had to ask her, „does anyone else know about this?“

Jenni rarely lies but when she is lying you know it immediately. So when she started to shake her head without saying anything, you knew something was up.

„So if I ask Alexia if she knew anything about this she'll deny it?“ you asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jenni just sighed in defeat, „fine, alexia knows about this but she's the only one.“

You couldn't be angry at her since Alexia and her were best friends since forever. Besides that you were just happy you'll never have to watch her leave you again. Those last few hours before she had to go back to Mexico were the worst, you would just sit in her lap curled up crying your eyes out while she was just holding you.

„ You're really staying here? With me? In Barcelona?“ you wrapped your hands around her neck, straddling her legs. She was rubbing your thighs as you were playing with the baby hairs.

She smiled at you, „Right here where I belong.“ She finally pulled you into a kiss. You kissed her back immediately, you sighed happily. She pulled you closer now sitting in her lap, with her hands basically on your ass.

The soft kiss turned heated really fast, she switched postions so you were under her. You pulled away because you needed air but she continued to kiss you down your neck, „We should take the celebration into the bedroom, don't you think?“ you asked breathlessly.

She pulled away with a smirk on her face, „What if we celebrated here and in the bedroom? I definitely like my idea better“

You smirked back, „ Have i ever told you I love how you think?“

She just giggled as she leaned in again kissing you. You knew you were in for a long night. But you most certainly didn't mind. The most important thing is that you'll never have to watch her bord that plane and leave you behind. You were ready to spend the rest of your life with her. But, the question is…is Jenni ready to spend the rest of her life with YOU?

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there might be or might not be pt. 2

#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #jenni hermoso #jenni hermoso x reader #espwnt #barca femeni #fc barcelona femeni #barça femeni #sefutbol fem

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charlottecutepie · 4 months

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˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ Married!William Afton x fem!reader headcanons

tags: nsfw, smut, cheating, dry humping, drunk!reader, corruption, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, car sex, doggy style, riding, hand job, age difference, pet names, lil bit of dirty talk?, small daddy kink, kind of manipulator William

Married!William, who has admired you for a very long time. Ever since you came into his life, his mind has been clouded by you. At first you were nothing more but a good friend of his wife, then you became like her second daughter. Clara doted on you, trusted you her kids and even went to the beauty salon with you on weekends.

Married!William, who often gave his wife money for shopping, actually dreamed of giving all those dollars to you. Every time Clara came home with a bunch of bags of new clothes, he was looking forward to seeing what you bought for yourself.

Married!William, who knew that you were younger than his wife. Despite the similarity of your character, your common hobbies and interests, you were very different from Clara in many ways.

Married!William, who was more than glad to see you in his house. Since you often looked after his kids as Clara asked you to. When William was working at home, he'd go downstairs to the kitchen and always pass by the living room where you were playing with Evan and Elizabeth. William would stop, leaning against the wall, holding a mug of his favourite coffee in his hands and look at you, admire you, crave you.

Married!William, who thought you were such a good girl. So kind, always ready to help, so merciful. You easily managed to find common ground with his children, even with Michael. One day, when Clara came home from work very late, and kids had been sleeping in their beds for a long time thanks to you, she couldn't help but hug you and thank you for your care. William chuckled as he noticed how embarrassed you were by his wife's words. Well, he'll definitely take note of it, you like being praised.

Married!William, who loves watching you cook together with his wife. You don't have much baking experience, so your cute face was confused in the process. The way you always asked if you were doing right by adding a certain ingredient to chocolate bread. William was even a little lost, in his head your question “am I doing right” would suit perfectly when your cute hands would be wrapped around his cock.

Married!William, who noticed how perfect his wife's cute little hair clip looked on you, only more enhancing your charm. When did Clara give it to you?

Married!William who's been finding any opportunity to be close to you, touching you when nobody's looking.

Married!William, who was pleasantly surprised to learn that you're not so innocent. One such occasion was a birthday party hosted by his wife at their house, where William caught your eyes on him, studying him, despite the crowd of people surrounding you.

Married!William, who noticed your lips slightly parted as you exhaled a contented sigh. “You're looking awfully handsome right now.” you mumbled softly to him when he approached you as everyone were busy chatting and laughing, their focus shifting away from the two of you.

Married!William, who saw that you were drunk and decided to take advantage of it. You obviously overdid it with alcohol as your vision blurry and your head spin like crazy. It was also very stuffy and hot, or maybe it was just because of William, you didn't knew.

“You need to freshen up, little one.” he offered, carefully taking the glass from your hand. You looked at him questioningly for a moment before you burst out laughing, realizing how tipsy you really were. Before you knew it, he had steered you towards a nearby bathroom, all empty and quiet enough for you two.

Married!William, who watched you from behind, his gaze riveted on the curves of your body, shimmering in the light of the lamps in the bathroom. As soon as the water hit your face, he stepped closer until his chest pressed against your back. “I could fuck you right here.” he whispered, looking at your reflection in the mirror. When you snuggled up to him, William started grinding against you sensually. His bulge pressed harder against your ass when his hands roamed over your body. “Do you want this, doll? Tell me you do.”

Married!William who got you all wet and needy for his cock as he humped against you, holding your jaw so your eyes would never leave mirror reflection. You couldn't help but sink back against him, silently begging for more, your drunk mind couldn't process situation. And William loved every minute of this, finally he got you.

Married!William who came hard in his pants from rubbing himself against you through clothes. His groans in your ear and his hand groping your clothed breasts. He holds you tighly while your drunk head spins and you nearly fall from how hard he ruts his hips into you.

Married!William who fucked you the next day while no one was home. Using your hangover and that you barely remember anything from party night as he pounds you on sofa. You on all fours with your butt up, your moans and gasps filling the empty house as William breathes and groans behind you, thrusting into your little cunt.

Married!William, who stopped the car near the store as his wife went out to “buy something really quick”, leaving you alone with her husband. The moment she disappeared through the door of the store, he decided to take the lead. “She has left us alone for a little while, let's make use of it.” you looked at him hesitantly and he laughed. “C'mon, pretty girl. Don't wanna miss out on this perfect opportunity, do we?”

Married!William, who eats you out on their doubled with Clara bed while she's away. “Such a pretty little cunt,” he groans, using his long rough fingers to spread your delicate folds. Next second his face is stuffed in your pussy and he gently sucks and swirls circles on your sensitive clit. “mhmhm. . .” pretty dangerous situation, considering that his wife should be coming home soon, but oh, he doesn’t care.

Married!William, who tells you that you're many times better than his wife, in absolutely everything, only with you all his dreams and fantasies come true. “My marriage has been a sham for so long. . . with her all I get is indifference while i'm stuck pretending everything is fine just for appearances.” there's a shadow of bitter resentment and contempt on his face, he has you sitting on his lap as his fingers are tucking your hair behind your ear. “You're everything my wife would never be.” and you think a lot about his words.

Married!William, who makes sure that his wife and children are asleep, everyone in their beds, snoring, and Clara didn't even feel William get out of their bed. She was too tired at work to wake up at such noises. He quietly gets dressed and grabs the car keys. He's going to spend the night in your place.

Married!William, who comes to your doorstep with flowers, your favourite ones, and you can't help but laugh shyly when you let him in. God, this man knows a lot about you. Of course, he heard interesting stuff about you from his wife, she even gossiped to him about your exes. William was more than damn glad to know that he's the first man with whom you have such a big age difference, and should he mention he loves this dynamic?

Married!William, who sees that you have prepared for your “little date”, even put on beautiful lace underwear in a delicate lavender colour. Oh fucking god, when was the last time he saw a woman that sexy?

Married!William, who have the most sensual, but at the same time animalistic sex with you, who fucks you like rabbit in all poses and angles. The way you're both hungry for each other. “i can't, i can't,” he groans, his dick is getting hard again after he just fucked you in missionary. “i need to be inside you again, pretty girl, have you cum on my cock again.” as he has you lying wearily on your side from just being fucked, but he doesn't have enough and settles in from behind, rubbing his cock against your throbbing hole. And despite how tired and sleepy you're feeling, you still let him use you and fuck you the way he wants, and you'd damn lie if you'd say you aren't loving every second of it.

Married!William who turned you into a little crying mess. He tears off orgasm after orgasm from you, your eyes crossed, your throat hurts from loud whines and moans, your voice breaks, your sopping cunt is ruined and filled with his seed, however he doesn't plan to stop. “Sensitive girl. . . squeezing me so tight, gonna make me cum again soon, ughh” he murmurs into your lips.

Married!William, who destroyed you and your mind, corrupted you and forced you to play completely by his rules. Yeah, he craved you, but now he's made you crave him back. You couldn't live a day without thoughts about him, he literally forced you to need his touch, words of praise and his cock. He turned you into his desperate girl who always needed to have her pussy well fucked.

Married!William, who cutely talked to his wife as if nothing had happened, sweetly asking her about her work and girl friends, while you clearly saw the subtle indifference in his eyes. When she turned her back on him, continuing to answer questions and talk about her day, William winked at you. Your heart stopped beating. You were ready to howl and cry just to have him touch you, your body needs him, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Married!William, whose wife left into another room for a phone talk and you literally jump on him, kiss him on the lips and don't give a fuck about Clara at all. William doesn't even push you away, but sits on the couch and revels in you, wraps one arm around you and squeezes your ass with the other. In response you groan in his mouth, and Clara can hear it just perfectly, so her voice from other room asks: “hey, Y/n, did you say something?”

Married!William, whose wife doesn't notice your kisses and touches while she's literally next to you, you really must except for William's hand to squeeze your inner thigh or his fingers to rub you through your panties, if Clara doesn't see and busy with something. But you're walking on thin ice and no one knows what'll happen if you break it.

Married!William who lets you touch his cock through his clothes while Clara has her back to you. You perfectly see the huge bulge in his pants and bite your lips in anticipation, already imagining how well it would fill you, as if perfectly sculptured for your cunt. And finally you release his cock from his pants and frantically jerk him off, feeling how tense and madly hard he is. William takes a deep breath and smiles at you, bucks his hips a little and thrusts into your hand. And all this while Clara is very close and can turn to you at any moment, that's risky, but fuck it.

Married!William, who lets you ride him while you're both at the backseat of his car, him talking to his wife on the phone, and you can barely contain your moans cuz he doesn't stop fucking you. You bounce on his cock and pray that it never ends, because no one has ever railed you so well. Your pussy so wet and dripping that it creates absolutely dirty slapping sounds, but William doesn't seem to give a fuck bout it all as he stares at you through his fogged up glasses while blowing kisses to his wife on his phone.

Married!William who's cock twitches inside you as you sob “daddy” in your angelic whiny voice. You immediately reach for a tender kiss as he barely has time to hang up, you move your hips, trying to drive his cock deeper, your walls flutter around his shaft and you whisper “cum inside me, please, please, please” and William loses it, throws the phone far away and grabs you by the waist, fucking you dumb on his dick. He grits his teeth and his jaw clenched as he's being swallowed by warmth and wetness of your cunt.

Married!William, who can't help but groans loudly and finishes inside you, giving you what you want. You cum around his cock, rolling your hips in slow motion, your pussy spasming around him. You press your whole body against him and kiss his neck, leaving small bites and beautiful hickeys as you both dissolve into pleasure.

#william afton smut #fnaf x reader #fnaf william afton #steve raglan x reader #william afton x reader #steve raglan smut #william afton #dilf william #fnaf x y/n #fnaf smut

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heavyhitterheaux · 4 months

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Ghost Part 4

AN: 💕

Synopsis: The two of you have finally gotten on the same page regarding Ace and Jack has shown you that he's all in when it comes to his and Ace's relationship. However, he ends up taking one step forward and a hundred steps backward when your safety is compromised

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Sitting in your car in front of your apartment building, you let out a loud sob that you had been holding in since the judge had made her decision.You were confident that she would rule in your favor, but the only thing or person on your mind rather was Ace.

He had gotten so used to seeing Jack often that you weren't quite sure how he was going to adjust to only being able to see him every other weekend. And you didn't know the first step in how to explain that to him and more than likely he probably wouldn't even understand. This was the last thing you wanted to ever happen, and you thought for sure that Jack would meet you halfway in order to do what was best for Ace, but once again his pride got in the way.

You had lost track of time and didn't know how long you were sitting in your car crying when you grabbed a tissue from your purse in order to wipe your face and make yourself look a bit more presentable. Blaire wasn't going to bring Ace back until later in the day and you still had some time to kill. It was simply decided that you would get into some comfy clothes and watch Disney plus because you figured that was probably the only thing that could somewhat lift your mood.

Before you started watching anything, you sent a simple message to the group chat since you knew that they had been waiting to hear from you.

You- I got full custody of Ace

Blaire- 👀👀👀

Nadia- As you should. What them child support payments looking like?

You- 40,000 a month

Liv- DAMN he actually got lucky. For a celebrity, I’ve heard of people paying a lot more than that.

Blaire- But how are you feeling overall?

You- Sad for Jack believe it or not

Liv- He got what was coming to him smh I don’t feel bad because he brought this on himself

Nadia- I second that

You- But now I have to tell Ace and I don’t know how he’s going to take it

Jack was in a daze driving home from the courthouse and the realization was hitting him that he didn't do anything but make things more complicated for himself. He had now driven a bigger wedge in between the two of you and knew deep down that no matter how much he apologized to you that it wouldn't be enough. He wanted to have a relationship with his son, but also wanted to have a healthy relationship with you too and at this point even getting you to talk to him was going to be a challenge.

He had gotten home and didn't realize that Clay had been following him and pulled up behind his car in the driveway. Jack sighed to himself not wanting to hear him say ‘I told you so’ again since he had a feeling that he would never let him live this down. He knows that he fucked up and doesn’t need to hear it over and over again.

Once he stepped out of the car, Clay was next to him with his hands stuffed in his pockets and simply looked at him.

“Clay, not now. Please not now.” Jack said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I'm just here for support. What just happened was a lot to take in and even though you've been treating me like shit the last few months, you're still my big brother and I still care about how you’re feeling.”

“I know and I'm sorry. I just… There isn't any excuse for the way I've been acting and treating you as if you're not important to me when you know that you are. I just want that close relationship that you have with Ace and I’m jealous of it and not afraid to admit it. You've been in his life since he was four weeks old and I can't say the same thing. Y/N is never going to forgive me now. I wish I would have talked to her when she gave me the chance.”

“That is literally all she has wanted from the very beginning. She never wanted it to get to this point and she actually low key thinks that you hate her.” Clay quietly said as they both walked into Jack’s house.

“What? I could never hate her. I don't hate her. Why would she think that? Never mind, don't answer that. I… get it.”

“And you failed to realize how this would affect Ace because he's the one that's at the center of this whole thing.”

“And now I can't even see him how I want to.”

“You now have to make it up to not only Ace but Y/N too.”

“And I don't have any idea on where to start.”

“You already know what you need to do and no one should have to tell you that. You can start by being the best father you can possibly be to Ace. This isn't rocket science, but you damn sure know how to make things more complicated. Are we sure that you’re even the older one at this point?” Clay asked while smirking and Jack gave him a small smirk in return and shrugged his shoulders.

Jack's mood had been off for the rest of the time that had passed until it was his weekend with Ace and he wanted to get himself together before you dropped him off. But he just couldn't shake this being his new reality. He knew now that he should have talked to you and simply let you explain, but his thoughts of you moving and taking Ace flooded his mind and that was the only thing that he could think of. But all in all, he just made a bigger mess.

He had sent you multiple text messages with you responding in ten words or less and it wasn’t because you were being mean or trying to spite him, you genuinely had no idea what to say to him at this point. Until you did, there was no reason for you to give him a longer response.

It was a little awkward when the person supervising the visit, Britney showed up at his house ten minutes before you were going to drop Ace off and knew that he had to prove to her and to the court that he could take care of Ace and take care of him properly. But most importantly, he wanted to prove it to you.

Once he saw your car pull up, he went outside to meet the two of you as you were helping Ace out of the back of the car. You were grabbing Ace’s backpack that had all of his toys (and told him that he could only bring three because Jack had an entire playroom in his house specifically for him) and clothes when you heard his voice.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi.” You responded while barely looking at him and took a deep breath before continuing to talk.

“His clothes, shoes, and toys are in here and I'll come and get him Sunday at 5.” Was all you said as you handed him Ace’s backpack and Ace was simply looking between the two of you.

“Um, okay.”

“Make sure he's ready by then for me to come and get him. Okay, Ace, give me kisses.”

You kneeled down to his height and he immediately embraced you and it seemed as if he was holding onto you as if he didn't want you to leave.

“Mommy, can you stay?” Ace asked as he pulled away from you.

“Ace, you're going to have fun with daddy and I'll see you in two days, promise.”

“And we can call mommy before you go to sleep.” Jack chimed in with an attempt to make it less awkward, but he knew that this was probably going to take a while.

“Will you sing to me when I do?” Ace asked, looking at you hopeful. Just about every single night, after the two of you read a book, you would sing him to sleep.

“Of course. Anything for my baby boy.”

—

“Daddy, you okay?” Ace asked Jack as he looked over at him and saw that he was staring off into space when they were supposed to be baking brownies. Peanut butter and chocolate, which he learned how to make from you which had now become his favorite.

“Oh, I'm fine. Now let's get this batter in the pan so we can watch a movie.” Jack answered as he ruffled Ace's curly hair that resembled his.

“Can we watch Cars!?”

“Of course we can and when our brownies are done, we have ice cream to go with them.”

“But you still look sad. Are you sad about mommy?” Hearing Ace say that made Jack's breath hitch and he simply sighed before saying anything else. To only be three almost four, Ace was incredibly smart and picked up on a lot of things that went on around him.

“You definitely notice everything, don't you?” He asked as Ace simply smiled and nodded.

“I hurt her and I don't think that she's ever going to forgive me.”

“Just say sorry. That should make it all better. Mommy has a big heart like me.”

“That she does, but I don't think that's going to be enough.”

“Well, I still think you should try.”

“Ace….”

“For me?” Ace asked while looking up at his father with eyes that resembled his.

“Now you know that I have a hard time telling you no. And stop with the puppy dog eyes!”

“So you’ll do it!?”

“I’ll try for you.”

The next few months came and went with the celebration of Ace turning four, and Jack having to do more and more appearances and fly around the country. When that happened, Ace would just stay with you until the next weekend that he was able to come and get him once he was back in Louisville, since he wasn’t allowed to take him across state lines yet. It was Friday afternoon and you were cleaning up your classroom as Ace was sitting at one of the tables coloring when he suddenly asked you about Jack.

“Mommy…”

“Yes?”

“Can daddy come over for a movie night?” He asked while turning around to look at you.

“Um, Ace we have to see. Daddy might be busy.” You said while grabbing your purse from underneath the desk and taking out your keys.

“Can we call him?”

“Sure, we can call him once we get outside in the car. Come here so I can help you put your jacket on. We can finish coloring at home.”

Ace was secured in the back of the car when you slid into the driver’s seat and attempted to turn the car on. The only problem was that it wouldn’t.

“You can’t be serious right now.” You muttered to yourself as you lightly laid your head on the steering wheel. Liv had taken a half day today in order to go to a few doctor’s appointments so you know that you couldn’t call her. Nadia would still be at work, and Blaire didn’t close the bakery until seven.

So, that left one person.

Jack.

You sighed as you dialed his number and he picked up on the second ring.

“Hello? Y/N? Are you okay? Is Ace okay?”

“Hey, we’re fine. But I need a favor. Are you at home?” You mumbled because you didn’t like asking him for help, but at this point you needed it.

“Of course. Yeah, I just got back in. What’s going on?” Jack asked as he was looking for the Chinese take out menu from his favorite spot.

“I’m at work with Ace and my car decided that it doesn’t want to start.”

“Say less. Drop me the location and I’ll come get both of you.”

“Thank you, I’m sorry to ask, but….”

“No need to apologize. I’m on my way now.”

It took less than twenty minutes and you finally saw Jack’s jeep pull up beside you and this made Ace yell in excitement.

“Looks like you get to see daddy after all, huh?” You said as you peeked at him in the backseat and he excitedly nodded towards you.

Jack hopped out while coming over to you and opening your door.

“Thank you again for doing this.” You said and Jack simply waved you off.

“It’s not a big deal, Y/N.”

“I didn’t take you away from anything did I?”

Jack immediately shook his head no as he opened the back door and unstrapped Ace from his car seat and picked him up.

“Hi daddy. I told mommy to call you because I missed you.”

“I missed you too, bubs.” Jack answered before kissing his cheek and putting him in

His car seat in the back of his jeep. Jack then opened the passenger side door and helped you up, while putting your purse and work bag in the backseat. Once he slid in the driver’s seat, he started making his way back to your apartment.

“Daddy, I’m hungry.”

“What do you want to eat? I was actually going to order Chinese food for dinner. Did you want that?”

“Yes! I want an egg roll!”

Only now you noticed that he was going in the opposite direction.

“Umm? Jack? My apartment is that way.”

“I know.”

“Then where are we going?”

“I want to show you something and I figured that this was a good time in order to do it.”

He glanced over at you and saw the look on your face and couldn’t help but to laugh.

“No kidnapping involved, promise.”

It was another fifteen minutes when you noticed that all of you were literally a few streets over from where Jack’s house was. He then pulled in front of a modern looking house and it looked as if it had just been built and no one had the chance to live in it quite yet. You looked around and saw that there were others similar to it and that it looked like they were building more.

“Jack? What is this? Where are we?” You asked not having the slightest clue on what was going on.

“This is your house.”

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him in disbelief. You looked out the window at the house before looking back at him and was clearly confused.

“I…”

“I don’t want you two in that neighborhood anymore because it’s not the safest. This way, Ace can go outside and play all he wants and I don’t have to worry about you two not being in a safe environment. This is a gated community so unless you have the passcode, you can’t get in.”

“Jack….. You bought us a house?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t accept this, how in the world am I going to pay for it?” You asked as a million things started going through your mind.

“No one said you had to pay for anything. You need more space, even if it’s just the two of you.”

“But….”

“Y/N, it’s a gift. No strings attached. It’s fully furnished and everything.”

You sat there for a minute before glancing back at Ace who was too busy playing with one of his toys to notice you.

“Come on, let’s go inside so you can at least look at it.” He said while holding up the keys and smiling at you.

“Is this a ploy to get me to stay in Louisville?” You asked, suddenly getting defensive because of his previous actions.

“No, not in the slightest. If that’s what you eventually want to do, then okay but this house will still be here and still be yours. Just while you’re here I figured that the two of you should be as comfortable as possible. And also that you would have probably said no if I asked the two of you to move in with me so it would be safer knowing that you would probably want your own space. You don’t have to move in immediately, but come on so we can at least look at it.”

“Okay.” You quietly said before taking off your seatbelt and getting out the car as Jack did the same thing while tending to Ace after.

All three of you walked through the house and you were in awe. Ace’s bedroom had a Louisville Cardinal theme since that happened to be his favorite team right along with his dad, while your room had a black and gray theme. Ace had his own playroom filled with toys and even a mini kitchen with a working stove that was perfect for his height.

“Ace, don’t you like this house and want to live here with mommy?” Jack asked as Ace had begun examining the stove and the little apron that was hanging to the side that had his name on it which was similar to the one that you bought for him.

“Yes! I like it.”

All Jack did was look at you, but you still had hesitations in the back of your mind. It was true that you and Jack were growing close again and working on being good co-parents to Ace, but you couldn’t take him possibly doing something to mess all of this up all over again. Before either of you made a decision regarding him, you would call each other and discuss it first. This just seemed all too much for you and you were overwhelmed.

You remained quiet as Jack simply laid the keys in your hand and closed it.

“Whenever you’re ready, there is absolutely no rush. Please understand that. And also understand that I’m trying to do my best to make up for what I’ve done or what I haven’t done rather. I just want to do right by the two of you.” He whispered so that only the two of you could hear and all you did was nod in response before Jack went to scoop Ace up in his arms.

“Bubs, you ready to go to daddy’s house and eat Chinese food?”

“As long as we watch Cars!”

“Uh? Again?”

“This is nothing compared to his Lion King phase.” You muttered as all three of you made your way back downstairs.

“Oh, one last thing. Let’s go this way.” Jack then led you both in the direction of the garage and your jaw dropped once you set foot in it.

“Didn’t realize that your car was going to give out on you today, but… surprise.” was all Jack said as you were now staring at a BMW SUV. When you and Jack had first started talking, you told him that this was the car that you eventually wanted to buy for yourself and had no idea that he actually remembered.

“Jack….”

He didn’t say anything and instead slipped his hand in his back pocket to get the keys and hand them to you.

“Ace can ride with me while you test out your new car.”

About another month had passed and the temperature was beginning to warm up and you couldn’t wait to be able to take Ace out all summer and was trying to think of where you wanted to go and wanted to do. You also made sure to include Jack in your plans if he wasn’t too busy. You had the night to yourself since Ace was with Jack and you were currently fiddling the house key in your hands that Jack had bought you. He told you that it was no rush and you were deciding to take your sweet time. As far as the lease for your apartment went, Jack said if you wanted to break it, he would pay for it. But at this point in time, you feel that he already did so much for you already and would probably just ride it out until it was time for it to be renewed again. However, just about every day after you were finished teaching, you would take the long way home to pass by it.

It was around midnight when you had gotten a text on your phone from Nadia and it seemed urgent.

Nadia- Go look at Jack’s instagram…. NOW

You- Why? What’s wrong?

Nadia- HE POSTED YOUR FACE, THAT’S WHAT’S WRONG!

Your heart was now doing backflips as you logged into your instagram app to see that he did indeed post you and now thoughts were beginning to run rampant.

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jackharlow: Y/N, thank you for being just an amazing mother to my son who has wanted for nothing ever since he came out of the womb. I'm thankful that we're in a better place with one another and keeping him at the center of it because at the end of the day, he's the most important part of this. I can't change the past and what went down between us, but I can move forward and do what's best for the both of you.

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You wasted no time in texting him wanting to address this and how incredibly dangerous it was.

You- Jackman, I’m coming over because we need to talk

Jack- Is everything okay?

You- No, everything is not. I’m getting dressed now

Jack was waiting at the door for you once your car pulled behind his jeep in the driveway and he could tell that you were fuming. He simply stepped aside to let you squeeze past him as you went to sit down on the couch in the living room. All Jack did was come and sit next to you waiting to hear what you had to say.

“Y/N?”

“Why did you post that?”

“Because I figured you deserved a public apology. I just wanted to show how appreciative I was of you and how important our relationship is.”

“Do you not understand what you just did? First, those pictures that were taken were for your birthday and for your eyes only and I actually forgot that I even took them until now. Second, Jack, I have an Only Fans. Did you not put two and two together?! NOW PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE AND MAKE THE CONNECTION! I hardly show my face on there, but I have some videos where I do!”

“I….”

“I could lose my job over this! And that’s exactly what I was afraid of! Even if it was a few years ago, they aren’t going to see it that way.”

“Wait, your Only Fans is still active!?” Jack asked curiously, but all you did was roll your eyes.

“Is that really all you got out of that?! Yes, it’s still active! Any time if I was in a bind or needed money, I would upload videos to get paid for it!”

“Why, when you could’ve asked me?! You need to deactivate it and how was I supposed to know you still had it?! All I was trying to do was something nice for you. I swear that I can never win with you!”

“I’m not deactivating anything because that would literally be how me and Ace would eat some days when you were nowhere to be found.”

“Well, I’m here now! You don’t have to worry about that anymore! Anything you want or need, I’ll get it!”

“Every time I need something, I’m not going to run to you and ask for it. We’re not in a relationship anymore or did you forget?”

“I… well what if I want us to be?!”

This had you taken aback and you simply looked at him in disbelief as you shook your head.

“Jack…..”

“Please Y/N, just give me another chance. I’ll delete the post and make this right and I’m sorry for doing that without clearing it with you first. I compromised your safety and you know that was never my intention.”

“It is literally only a matter of time before someone finds my account.” You muttered without giving Jack an answer.

“I can delete it.”

“But not before almost a million people liked it. The damage is done so it doesn’t even matter at this point.”

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It was a cool summer morning, with the sun just peeking over the horizon. Simon and you had spent the night making passionate love and were now lying in bed, tangled in each other's embrace. The room was quiet, save for their heavy breathing and the occasional whisper of sweet nothings. For the two of them, there was no better way to start the day than with a little morning fun.

As they continued their intimate activities, the door to their bedroom suddenly swung open, causing them both to jump in surprise. Simon quickly pulled the sheets over them, desperately trying to conceal their half-naked bodies from whoever had intruded on their love bubble. It was then that they heard your son Alexander's voice.

'Daddy? Mommy?' the innocent voice called out, 'Can I come in?'

Simon groaned inwardly, knowing that they were caught in a compromising situation. He shared a look with his partner, a mixture of panic and amusement in their eyes. Simon hastily untangled himself from her and pulled on his boxers, while she quickly covered herself with the sheet.

'Um, not right now, buddy,' Simon replied, nervously trying to hide the evidence of their activities, 'Maybe later?'

But Alexander was persistent. 'But I want to show you something!' he exclaimed, refusing to go away.

With a sigh, Simon gave in. 'Okay, okay. Just give us a minute, okay?'

Alexander nodded eagerly and ran off, leaving Simon and his partner to collect themselves. They both burst out laughing, their nervousness dissipating as they realized how absurd the situation was.

'Well, that was unexpected,' Simon chuckled, reaching for his shirt and tossing it to you, who was still under the sheet.

'Definitely not how I imagined my morning going,' you replied with a smirk, slipping on his shirt.

As they headed out of the room, they couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious, wondering how much Alexander had actually seen. But much to their relief, he seemed oblivious to the situation, eagerly showing them his new toy and chatting away about his day.

It wasn't until later that evening when Simon sat down with Alexander to talk, that things took an unexpected turn. They were sitting in the living room, watching cartoons and enjoying some quality father-son time when Alexander suddenly turned to Simon with a serious expression.

'Daddy, can I ask you something?' he asked, fidgeting with his toy car.

'Of course, buddy. What is it?' Simon replied, sensing that this was something important.

Alexander hesitated for a moment before blurting out, 'I want a sibling!'

The room fell silent, the air thick with tension. Simon's heart began to race as he looked at Alexander, trying to decipher his son's words. He wasn't sure how to respond, but fortunately, you walked into the room at that moment, breaking the awkward silence.

'What's going on?' you asked, sensing the strange atmosphere.

Alexander repeated his request, saying that he wanted a brother or sister to play with and share his toys with. Simon and his partner shared a look, unsure of how to react. They had never discussed having another children together, and the sudden mention of a sibling caught them off guard.

But as they looked at Alexander's hopeful face, their hearts melted. They both knew that they loved him and would do anything to make him happy. It was a difficult decision, but they ultimately decided to have an honest talk with him.

'Alexander, having a baby is a big responsibility,' Simon said, trying to explain the situation in a way that his son would understand.

'But I'll help take care of them!' Alexander protested, 'I promise!'

Simon and his partner exchanged a knowing look, both feeling a little overwhelmed by Alexander's enthusiasm. They explained to him that having a sibling would mean changes in their lives, and things wouldn't be the same as they were before.

But Alexander didn't give up. He continued to plead and convince them, reminding them of all the fun they would have and the love that would fill their home. And before they knew it, Simon and you found yourselves agreeing to have another kid.

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You, anon-sect, were going about your usual routine of going to the gym and hanging out with friends. After several hours in the hot sunshine, you decided to head home. Taking a seat on the train home, you heard the pleading cries of the transformed victims trapped on your feet. You had seriously abused them today, but they were just your socks and shoes, so you didn't care. Your feet were sweating like crazy, forcing both socks and shoes to absorb it all. As you wiggled your toes within them, you could tell the shoes didn't have long left before they were completely trashed.

Looking around the train car, you noticed a perfect target to TF into new ones just a few feet away from you. He was a muscular looking stud with a handsome face that you were dying to step on as an insole. The stud was also completely distracted by his phone, making it even easier to TF him without him even realizing that he's screwed. This made your cock very hard.

Sliding yourself up the row towards him, you subtly eyed him up, imagining how comfortable he was gonna be on your feet. You pulled out the TF device and set the program to “SHOES/PERMANENT”. After making sure no one was watching, you pulled the trigger on it and fired the device at the guy. There was a bright flash of light, and as it died down, Anon-sect, you expected to see your new shoes sitting on the seat in front of you, but somehow…someway, the muscular guy was still there, completely untouched by the transformation beam. This was more than confusing for you, you had done this so many times in the past. At this point, you had probably transformed hundreds of innocent lives, irreversibly reshaped into any object you deemed them to be. No one had ever resisted the effects of your device up till this point, it was outright impossible for this guy to still be human.

You pondered what might've gone wrong, looking over the device best you can without drawing too much attention. You were angry, no, Furious that he had survived your shot, so when he started chatting with you, it took everything in you to not blow up at him.

“Hey, did your little toy break? Aww, that sucks man…”, the guy across from you spoke up, sounding exactly like the dumb ‘Jock Bro’ he appeared to be. There was a hint of sympathy in his voice, which you had to hold your breath at to keep from laughing. You had just tried to turn him into your permanent footwear, and he was saddened by your perceived “broken toy”? It made you wonder, if you told him what you had planned on doing to him, would he apologize for failing to become your shoes? Man, this guy is such an easy target, it almost felt cruel…

“No, it's not broken. It's also not a toy, but if I told you what it really was, I'd have to, in a literal sense, put a foot in your mouth”, you snapped back at him, smirking slightly at your own sly word play and continued trying to suss out the fault in the device.

The guy had a dumbfounded look on his face, but then he seemed to catch on to something, “Uh…ohhh, like some kind of secret project? Aw, that's pretty cool man! I've actually got my own secret project goin’, wanna see!?”,

This guy was starting to annoy you, but not to seem suspicious, you looked up at him, faining curiously.

The guy looked overjoyed to see you interested in his so called “secret project”. He excitedly turned his phone towards you and showed you the image that was on the screen. “I snapped a pic of these awesome shoes that I want, am just waitin’ on them realizing they're supposed to be there”. Despite his obvious luke-warm IQ, it was hard not to be indeered to this guy. You were ready to write him off as a dumb meathead that would soon be imprisoned on your feet…until you actually looked at the picture on his phone. It showed a pair of white coloured High-Top sneakers, with red and black accents. You had to agree, they did look pretty awesome…however, the picture depicted the shoes on the floor of the train car, the exact same one you were in…then you realized what kind of phone this guy had…it was a TF phone.

You started to feel extremely lightheaded, your surroundings spinning rapidly around you. You looked down at your own TF device and your mistake was flashing right in your face. “Please Confirm Your Settings” was displayed on its screen. You had forgotten to press confirm, and without doing that, the device would never have fired…which meant that the bright flash of a TF beam didn't come from your device after all, but instead it came from the Muscular Jock Bro's phone!

Looking up at him in horror, you slid off your seat and landed with a thud on the floor right by the guy's nasty, beat-up gym sneakers.

“Yo, what you doin’ on the floor man…? Oh, wait! Are you tryna catch a whiff of ma feets? That's kinda weird Bro, my feet really stink, but, I guess it ain't hurtin’ no one…”, and with a confused, but friendly smile, the guy kicked off his sneakers and pressed his hot, stinky, sweat-soaked socked feet right against your face. “Oh, by the way, ma names Chad! I would ask for your name, but, I don't think shoes deserve names…”, despite retaining his air-headed bubbly himbo tone, the last line he spoke had a sinister edge to it, revealing that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You had become completely paralyzed shortly after landing on the floor, so you could do nothing as the guy shoved his stinking, rancid feet in your face. Was this karma…? Was the universe torturing you like this as a form of revenge on behalf of all your former victims? This was the only explanation that made sense to you. How else could you have forgotten such a simple step like press confirm on your settings, you've done that a million times! All you could do was sniff, Chad's putrid, toxic foot stink no doubt speeding up the transformation process as you felt a strange sensation in your skin.

“Uh…hey Bro!”, the guy called down to you, pretending badly to sound concerned, “you don't look so good, man…it looks like you'returnin’ whit! Are ma feets too stinky for ya!? Aw, am so sorry, Man”, his tone was dripping with sarcasm, and even worse, you could spot a very visible bulge pressing against his sweats…he was enjoying this.

His feet were so rancid, but they were the least of your concerns. With pleading eyes, you looked up at him, begging, praying he would stop this…but the look of pleasure on his face told you that was never going to happen. As he gently stroked the sizable bulge in his pants, you felt your skin get tighter, squeezing out a few tears from your eyes…you didn't want this, you didn't want to be some guy's shoes! This guy was supposed to be your shoes!! As you felt a mix of fear and anger, your transformation seemed to accelerate, causing intense pain and discomfort as your body began to contort and reshape into its new form.

Staring down at you, the guy was now smirking, excited as he watched this happening to you. “Yo!!! Bro!!!! You're ma fuckin’ shoes now!!! Hahaha, pathetic loser!!!“, the guy eagerly watched as your horrific transformation was finalized, leaving you looking exactly like the picture on his phone.

Wasting no time, the guy pulled you onto his feet, your face instantly being squashed beneath his hot smelly foot. “Oh man, you feel so good on me, so comfortable!”, he remarked, pressing his foot down hard against your insole face.

This was Hell…not only were his feet fucking toxic, but the guy himself was a huge mound of muscle, weighing at least 400 pounds. However, your situation quickly changed from bad to worse when he pulled on the other shoe. From your experience with TFing people, you obviously knew the face became one of the insoles, but you never could figure out what formed the other insole…until now.

As Chad pulled on the other shoe, you could feel his sweaty toes sliding along your dick, before his heel settled down on top of your balls…this sensation made you want to cum so hard, but you couldn't, your cock was an insole. This orgasmic pleasure soon intensified as Chad played with the shoe on his foot, as if he knew your penis was now its insole. Pleasure turned to pain as there was no way to release the tension.

“Oh please…please let me cum…oh god it hurts!!! Just let me cum, please god let me cum!!!”, you mentally begged, screamed and cried, but to release came. You were locked in eternal orgasm for the rest of your life!

“Oh f-fuck…”, that was the last thought you had before his full weight crushed down on your privets. You were in agony, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

As for the muscular guy, he couldn't help but admire the quality of his new shoes! They felt high end, and super comfortable. Testing them out with a stroll up and down the train car, he found that the shoes would contract around his feet with each step, almost as if the shoes were giving his feet a massage as he walked. “Man, it was awesome of you to turn into my shoes! Am gonna wear you everyday Bro, especially to the gym! You're ma new favorite pair now!”, he excitedly informed you, mercilessly wiggling his big thick toes on you.

You screamed at the thought of that. Everyday!? There was no way you could mentally survive that! You began to cry and plead, begging to be turned human again, but it never came. You would live out the rest of your existence on his feet, smelling, tasting and feeling every second of it at 10000X the insanity of a normal human.

Chad kept his word and wore you every single day, and to torture you even further, he also never changed his sock either. Eventually, you would begin to rot on his feet, his rancid sweat dissolving your shoe bodies. First to go was your insole cock. Chad's sweat had quickly stained it a deep orange, and once that happened, the integrity of your insole cock rapidly deteriorated with searing, blinding pain. You thought your mind was going to burn up…in fact, you hoped it would…unfortunately it stayed intact, forcing you to feel you cock and balls rot away beneath Chad's foot. Next was your face, you could both smell and taste yourself rotting, but you never died. Chad simply threw you in a closet with the rest of his rotting sneakers, leaving you to your fate in pain and agony as shoes, forever!

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Hi, I was wondering for if I could submit this prompt when requesting. It’s kind of similar to ember’s and wade’s dynamic in Elemental and it’s slightly angsty but it’s mostly lighthearted.

-It includes Donnie from the 2012 show and the reader. The premise is that the two started to bond during the three months they were refugees at the farm during season three due to the Kraang Invasion, The reader starts to develop feelings for Donnie as the feeling is mutual, but he’s quick to deny it- due to fearing of being turned down again and having a complex where he views himself as a freak due to being a mutant turtle and not being able to fit in with society and happily accepted.

-the reader tries to confess to Donnie on how they love him in the woods but he’s quick to shut them down(even if it’s mutual) : saying that it could never work out due to them being different species and how he’s just a mutant and could never make the reader happy in the end. The reader comforts Donnie and they have a heart to heart and Donnie reconsiders the confession.

I was actually sooooooo excited to write this you have no idea!!!! Ngl tho this turned out way longer then I thought it would and I kept getting stumped and then taking like month long breaks so sorry this one took so long!😶

Okay, listen!

2012 Donnie x reader

Fluff! Slight angst, comfort

After the Kraang invaded New York everyone moved to live in April's old farm house you and Donnie ended up getting closer than you originally thought. You guys are friends but your feelings have changed. Donnie always thought you would be happy with a human partner so now you're left with a broken heart and no best friend.

"Donnie, your not just a mutant," said April. Donnie had come to apologize to her about the way he acts towards her. Which is fair. While he didn't mean any harm it was good he was starting to understand boundaries.

You had been bringing groceries back to the farmhouse and saw April and Donnie talking. You could use some help with the bags so you decided to enlist Donnie's help bringing them in.

"hey Donnie, April!" You greeted.

"Hi y/n!" Donnie replied.

"O-oh hey, y/n." April seemed to feel a bit awkward.

"Hey D, when you get the chance could you help me bring in the groceries?"

"Oh sure y/n! Sorry what were you gonna say April?"

"Um- well... just that. I care about you Donnie, mutant or not."

You had made it inside after hearing that and set the groceries on the counter before turning to head back outside. Donnie met you in the kitchen and you two walked back out to the car to grab everything else.

Walking back to the farmhouse you decided to ask.

"You mind if I ask what you and April where chatting about?"

"Nothing really. I was just saying sorry for making her uncomfortable. And that I didn't realize what I was doing until bigfoot came along. Now I just feel like an idiot, ya know? Everyone told me it was creepy, even you!"

"It happens to everyone, sometimes people just need to learn things from first hand experience. Now you know and you won't make the same mistake again." You shrugged. You never did care for his shenanigans but you made sure to tell him when he crossed the line.

"Yeah, never again." He cringed at the thought. Even though he was relieved the situation with April was finally over he couldn't help the fact that it still hurt. Yeah, he understands that April doesn't like him and why. It certainly doesn't help, though, that this whole situation picked at a prominent insecurity of his like an old itchy scab. That being that he will probably never be loved that way.

Because he's just an ugly mutant.

As he helped you put everything away he became lost in his own thoughts. As a result, however, you couldn't help but notice his crestfallen expression. Racking your brain to find a way to comfort him only one thing came to mind. Out of all the brothers you were least close to Donnie. You guys never really had much to talk about. And as curious as you were about his inventions he was usually to preoccupied to answer questions or you were swept away by someone else before you could ask any.

Now though, there was nothing urgent or exciting (even if it was new) that would demand your attention.

"Hey D, you working on anything new since we got here?" You asked while putting the last of the food in the pantry. It was a simple question really, but you figured it was better than nothing.

"huh? Sorry did you say something?" He blinked.

"I said you working on any new contraptions lately or have you just been settling in?" Now turning from the cupboards to look at him. He stared at you blankly for a second more before confusion shifted into his face. He must not have expected you to ask. Makes sense, you never have before.

"I- Well I have been working on something but I'm not very far its a- well it's kinda like... it would probably just be better if I showed you. I- if, you want." He ran through his works sprinted through those stutters and punctuated his sentence with a swift look at the floor.

"Sure, I'm free right now, as it happens." You joked to lift the thin bed sheet of awkward that had seemed to settle over the two of you.

"Oh. Okay, uuuh follow me."

He didn't laugh. To be fair he didn't need to but you've been wondering for a while if you have a bad sense of humor soooo, ya know, that was fun.

Regardless you followed him to the old barn where he set up shop. Old tools and scrap metal where strewn across the desk he stopped at. He then promptly turned around and stepped out of the way to awkwardly present his unfinished work at the center of the desk. He was right, he was not very far with it at all. You had no idea what you were looking at. Regardless you stepped closer, gave it a good looksie without touching it, and then turned to Donnie.

"Explain it to me."

He looked at you like you had shown him the answer to all the worlds most complicated scientific questions. It didn't take long for him to knock back into reality though, and when he did oh boy. You opened a whole new book, and this book, it made you feel like you never learned to read. Luckily, Donnie was never short of words to help your understanding.

And that is how you bff-ness started. The two of you were practically inseparable, neither of you realized how well you meshed until that fateful day and how boy did you both of you feel you missed out. Infact, you went from being the least close in the whole group to being tweedle Don and tweedle Dum Dumb.

Not to say that you were dumb, you just did stupid crap and convinced Donnie to do it with you. At first, people either didn't care or was happy that you guys grew closer. However, as time went on people either wouldn't care, or be extremely annoyed by your guys' constant "experiments" in the woods.

(when Leo woke up though, he was just concerned tbh. Like: Ohmygoshnoooooooo😰)

And by experiments, well, there was the time you guys lit a tree up and almost started a forest fire. Or that time you insisted that you knew your mushrooms and convinced Donnie to help you make a soup with some, only to get yourselves massively sick. And let's not forget the time you jumped off a tall rock into a small lake only to realize that that small lake was infact just a really big puddle.

As April would put it, you two got along like a house fire. Which is another incident you two almost caused, just... ya know... in the barn. So its not as bad!

You and Donnie were chilling in the barn like you normally did when you weren't trying to get yourself killed (allegedly). Donnie had long since finished his explanation on this device for testing April's brain waves. You two sat in comfortable silence as you daydreamed tilting on your chair, legs propped up on the back of the sad excuse of a truck. Inevitably you tilted to far and fell to the floor with a loud WHOMP!

Donnie turned around concerned for you wellbeing, like a normal person. However before he can say a word you speak.

"Hey D, you ever use a magnifying glass to burn messages into stuff?" Staying put on your place on the floor not seeming to bothered.

"no?"

At this you grin up at him and whipp out a magnifying glass from your pocket.

"Would you like to?"

Gosh that smile. He learned pretty quickly that whenever you smiled like that you were gonna do something. You were set to enjoy yourself wether he came along or not. Like the puddle incident. he tried to tell you it seemed to shallow but you did NOT care. He couldn't stop you from jumping but he could stop you from breaking your tailbone. And when he went to catch you the force of your fall threw him right on his butt with a loud splash. No one hurt, (yes you were, you just couldn't tell yet) just drenched. You guys just sat there laughing for a good while before you finally admitted you should have listened to him.

That's when he decided that even if is was stupid he'd at least tag along for the fun of it. And that's what led him behind the chicken coop looking for broken boards or thick sticks to burn creepy messages. You wanted to scatter them around the forest and see what would happen if the others found them. It seemed to be a harmless enough prank. That is until you actually got to burning the stuff.

You both began buring your messages on the sicks behind the barn. Donnie having chosen a classic 'I'm watching' with you deciding on 'you smell different awake'.

"You're so weird." Donnie laughed.

"Perhaps, but you can't tell me that the idea of someone sniffing you in your sleep isn't creepy."

"I feel like someone sniffing you awake without you noticing is the creeper implication there."

You both continued debating about wether it was creeper to be sniffed unknowingly asleep or awake. During said debate, without realizing, you continued to point the magnifying glass at perfect angle towards your stick.

And after a little bit of a back and forth between you and Donnie he stopped you.

"hey do you smell something burning?" You look back at your stick right as a small fire erupts on it. You were kneeling pretty far over you stick and the fire was almost right in your face. You freaked, jumping out of your skin and kicking the stick away from you.

Right. Into. The barn.

"Oops." Is all you said as the fire started to eat up the dry wood of the ancient barn wall.

You and Donnie kicked into panic mode as you both started frantically fanning the flames with your jacket in hope of blowing out the fire. Unfortunately for you the fire was already at the point of no return. Fanning it would only blow the flames further up the barn. After realizing that was only making it worse you started to kick the wall in hopes of stomping out the flames. Donnie, meanwhile, nervously shuffled in place looking for and thinking of anything he could possibly use to put out the fire. About to head in one direction before stopping and changing trajectory only to stop again to repeat the same panicked tango. Throughout this whole disaster you were both screaming at each other. Either about ideas to put the fire out or incomprehensible fear.

Eventually due to all the racket Leo and Raph came outside to see what the frick was going on. Leo, because he was trying to meditate, and Raph because you both needed to shut up.

When they saw what whas happening however, they went from annoyed to frantic real fast. Raph went inside to fill a bucket with water while Leo grabbed the hose to do the same. When Raph ran through the house he grabbed Mikey's attention as he was walking down the stairs. Then he got April and Casey's who were in the kitchen when he started impatiently filling said bucket.

Not answering any of their questions from the moment he got to the kitchen to the moment he ran out all three curious teens followed him to the smoking barn. There was no bucket by the hose so Leo had opted to just bringing the hose to the fire however the water couldn't quite reach so he was pouring water into yours and Donnies hands. You both threw water on the fire that had almost entirely engulfed flames. Safe to say, it wasn't doing much. That's when Raph splashed the wall with the contents of the bucket and put out a big portion of the fire. He then grabbed the hose from Leo's hands and began to fill up the bucket more. April yelled to you and Donnie, and motioned to Casey and Mikey. You all followed her to the basement where more buckets lie and ran back out side. Safe to say with all the water and everyone helping out the fire was finally quenched.

Luckily it all happened pretty quickly only the outside of the one wall was singed. April was not happy about it though and wanted an explanation. You were quick to confess and now your not allowed to touch glass.

Over the time that you and Donnie would spend together at the farm house you would continue to bring that incident up. While the others were less enthused about your jokes you and Donnie couldn't help but laugh.

On this specific occasion you were looking for frogs in the woods while telling Donnie a sleep a terrible dad jokes. Not a single one had made him laugh, but you knew what would.

"Stop, I think I'm gonna flatline from how bad your jokes are." Donnie motioned dramatically.

"Oh come on don't be like that. I'm on FIRE right now."

There it is.

"Pffffft. Nooo!" He giggled, "You can't just bring that up every time you tell a sucky joke."

"I don't know what you're talking about, I am incredibly talented when it comes to, lighting up a room."

A small pause was shared between you before the hysteria finally hit. Was it stupid? Yes. Was it really that funny? No. But you guys loved it.

Donnie loved it.

He loved your laugh. Your infectious smile. The way you looked at him like you really saw him. The way you listened to him like you were really hearing him. The way you would ask questions right as he was about to finish and egg him on further. The way you would say 'explain it to me', every time he showed you a new invention. Truthfully he could just start telling you but it made his heart jump in his throat in the best way. The way you would study whatever he was making trying to figure out what it is, only to turn to him with shiney eyes to say those four perfect words.

But honestly, these walks and in the forest were his favorite. Not all of them ended in disaster and when they didn't, they were usually quite comfortable. You two used to chat about your lives back in New York but eventually you both ran out of interesting things to say. So you stuck to talking about events at the farm house but there usually want much to talk about then either. Seeing as you two spent practically every waking moment together.

Even still, the silence was comfortable. It was easy to enjoy your presence. Man if he knew having a best friend would be this great he definitely would have focused less on his crush. His feelings for you were completely different from his feelings towards April in the past. He wanted to die every time he said almost anything to April, but with you? I knew he could say anything, stupid or not, and he'd be okay. And if he went to far? You told him, he'd apologize, you guys would move on, and vise versa.

"hey D?"

"Yeah?"

"How are you doing lately?"

"huh? What do you mean?... I've been doing, fine... I guess. Why do you ask?

"Well- I mean. Uhhhhhm. It's just, it's been like a month since the whole bigfoot... situation. Just wanted to check in. See how your feeling ya know?" You shrugged and kept your eyes trained on the floor while you kicked a rock.

Donnie look at you and then back forward. There's another thing you do. His family and friends care about his general well being but none of them go out of their way to ask him if he was okay randomly. He felt just fine in the moment and to most that was good enough.

"Yeah I'm feeling good. It was kinda hard at first, but I got over it a lot faster than I thought I would." Gosh had it only be a month? If you asked before then he would have told you that April was his soulmate. Now? She's definitely just a good friend. Maybe even a sister with the amount of time she spent with him and his brothers.

"Good good." You nodded. You were honestly really happy for him. You knew he was setting himself up for disappointment with April, your just glad it over.

You kept your eyes trained on the dirt in front of you. Not cuz you felt awkward anymore, that feeling was dismissed when Donnie answered your question. So no, not that. You couldn't look at him right now. Not when he basically told you, you might have a chance. Admittedly you've always thought he was the most attractive of his brothers, and you always admired his creativity and skill. But, he liked April, and there was no way you were A. getting in the middle of that whole mess, or B. signing up for having your exact house address known at all times down to the meter. However, not only has he realize that was overstepping, but he doesn't like her anymore! So can you really be blamed for smiling a little to wide at the news?

As you finished you walk and went back to the farmhouse you decided now was the time to start dropping hints. You want to be sure there was at least a 50% chance of him liking you back. Was that low? To some, maybe, but you could never be 100% sure unless he told you.

As you walked up the porch and approached the front door you leaned into Donnie softly. Like a gentle nudge almost. The first step would be to initiate more physical contact. You wanted to ease into ease into it. Jumping straight into cheek kissing like April did could end wrong in so many ways. Donnie looked at you with a quirked "eyebrow" and a slight smile like he was asking like you 'whatca' need silly?'. You simply shrugged to communicate you didn't need anything and walked into the house.

After dinner you and Donnie went back to the barn with some blankets, planning to spend a late night there. One for Donnie so he didn't get cold while he worked and one thick one for you so you didn't get cold while you sat in the truck and played games like two truths and a lie with him.

You both enter the barn and head to your respective places.

"This truck is such a lost cause." You chuckled.

"you say that everytime we stay up here."

"Because it's the truth! This truck is sad and in pain. It's old and decrepit and needs to rest. You and Casey need to let it die."

"The only way I let that truck die is if someone dies in it."

"Dang, I guess I'll have to make the noble sacrifice then."

"You say that like the car may or may not explode at any moment and you shaking into up isn't making it more likely."

At this you look up at Donnie and stop you settling into the rusty vehicle immediately. Surprise evident on your face served with a hint of actual concern. Donnie looked back at you with an unwavering expression of deadpanned unconcern.

"Gotcha."

"OH YOU JERK! I was legit worried I would actually DIE in this crappy car!"

"Didn't you call dying in that car a, what was it again? 'noble sacrifice'?"

"Oh shut up and work on your nerd thing!"

He stuck his tongue out at you and you stuck your back. You both chuckled and he turned to his work desk while you whipped out your phone. Eventually you started a game of guess the hummed song. You usually won since Donnie preferred to work in silence and never felt a need to develop a large playlist. It was fun none the less and ended when the night finally got too late and you fell asleep.

"There." He said as he finished up a part of his invention, "Hey y/n-". He paused when he noticed you fast asleep. Sighing as he moved towards you. You being fast asleep ment it had gotten too late, and while you both planned to stay out here late, he figured now was a good a time as any to go inside and get some proper sleep. He went to pick you up but before he could his breath caught.

You were deeply snuggled into your blanket rapping yourself tight in your makeshift cocoon of cotton. Your face smushed against the edge of the blanket with your body hunched as far in on itself as it can be. You looked so small and soft and... precious.

No.

He couldn't start up that sort of train of though again. He just got out of a nightmare situation with April. He no longer sought her out in any romantic way and was perfectly content being friends. That, however, did not change the simple fact that you would never be happy with someone like him. He was a freak. Whenever you thought of a romantic relationship you probably thought of doing all that normal romantic stuff like going on dinner dates or to the movies. Normalcy is something he would never be able to give you. What he could give you? Was some stolen trash and alien tech welded together and a T-phone.

Donnie took whatever feeling your squishy sleepy face had ripped to the surface and shoved it right back where it should have stayed. For your sake, and his.

Unfortunately for him attempting to sleep after returning you to your room would prove to be quite the difficult task. Images of your smiling face and sounds of your voice plagued his mind. He could so perfectly picture your focused eyes trained on where ever he directed your eyes. The thoughts of you shook him to his soul and he began to realize how the difference between his feelings for you and April wasn't in romantic inclinations. No. Rather it was in sure intensity and comfortability. He realized a bit to late the sheer depths of his affections. This time however he was determined to keep them to himself.

The next morning you detached yourself from your bed later in the day than the others. When the time came to pull together some sort of meal for yourself, you decided to go the simple route and microwave a premade breakfast. Opening the freezer you greeted ice cream kitty with a pat on the head and in return, she handed you exactly what you were looking for.

As you stared at the microwave heating your mediocre food Donnie made his way into the kitchen. He looked much more out of it than you. You could only assume that after he moved you inside to get some proper rest that he spent the rest of the night at work.

"Sleep well Don?" You asked half teasing but still wanting a real answer.

"OH! Umm- well. Not really." His tone was awkward and skittish. He barely looked at you as he got out the necessities for cereal, only shoot you quick glances only to get startled when you caught him. You got fed up with this quickly.

"What?" Though it was phrased like a question your tone made it seem almost like a statement.

"H-huh?"

"Why are you acting like I killed your mother?"

"Wha- I am not!" Finally he was looking at you properly.

"Uh huh. That's why you haven't looked me in the eye till just now. I'm not blind Donatello, I see you glancing at me when you think I'm not looking"

"I wasn't!"

"You have the persuasionary skills of a first grader, you know that?" You deadpanned.

"look I'm just- out of it right now. It's nothing." You eyed him. Donnie was many things but a good lier was not one of them.

"If you say so."

You both continued in silence for a bit longer but unlike most silences between you two this one seemed heavy. Awkward and anxious.

"How bout' a walk later then?" The woods were always good for airing out bad vibes.

"... Sure."

Even with his previous reservations in regards to his feelings for you he still wanted to be your friend. Walks in the woods were a staple for you two. And who knows? Maybe it would be just the thing to get his mind straight.

Oooooor not.

Was it a bit optimistic of him to think a walk would help with you right next to him. Probably. You both had settled into the comfortable quite that had grown to become common. The gentle breeze sat on your skin and he watched as it brushed your hair one way and the other. The sun was shining overhead casting strong shadows on the two of you from underneath the trees. The air was warm and he was acutely aware of the close proximity between you both. His skin prickled at the sensation of your arm brushing his. The crunch of the leaves beneath your feet and tweets of near by birds did little to distract him. The more he though of it the more he regretted saying yes to this walk. His heart was drumming to the sound of your gentle breaths and he wrung his brain trying to focus on the scenery.

You could tell something was still off with him from this morning. He was stiff and way more interested in the trees than he ever was before. You stood closer to him in an attempt gauge what he was feeling. You however always struggled when it came to interpreting emotions. After a few moments of heavy silence you asked.

"Donnie? What's going on?"

"I don't know what your talking about."

You stepped back, "Oh you SO do." You knew something was up and you knew he knew too.

"What?!" He thought he was doing pretty well at keeping it to himself. Had he really been that obvious?

"Look Donnie I don't know what your dealing with right now but I know it's something. I won't force you to tell me but don't lie to me about it okay?" You patted him on the shoulder for some comfort and then backed off. You were aching to hug him or squeeze his hand but you couldn't. Not now. Not as a friend.

You both walked for a little while longer until Donnie abruptly turned to you.

"Y/N!-"

"Yes?"

He grabbed your shoulders.

"It's not- I- I don't what you to think-"

"Donnie. Breath"

He looked you in the eye like he didn't want to. He had so much he wanted to say and so much he knew he couldn't. You sat him down on a beach and crouched in front of him. He took a deep breath, seeming to come to a conclusion of sorts. This time he looked you in the eyes with conviction.

"Sorry. I'm just tired is all, I didn't mean to worry you."

You eyed him suspiciously but decided to continue on your walk. Things had seemed to return to their normal flow. Fun conversation and light teasing.

You both decided to take a break on a log after a bit before heading back to the house. The air was fresh and crisp. Aside from the chitter from the occasional bird, it's was quiet. The stillness really made it feel like it was just the two of you in this little bubble. You leaned on Donnie's shoulder and sighed.

"I love you."

It was a breathy and quiet confession meant to stay in you head. If it weren't for Donnie stiffening and his short "what." you would have though that's where you said it. You calmly moved off his shoulder to look at him, hoping all he heard was incoherent mumbling.

"What?" You asked.

"Did- Did you just say you loved me?"

Well that was unexpectedly direct and problematically uncharacteristic.

"I- I uhhhhhh-" you didn't want to lie to him. You couldn't. You couldn't tell him now though! This was the worst timing imaginable! But you had no choice, you wouldn't lie to him.

"... Yeah. You don't have to say anything I don't want to burden you when your clearly going through something I just, well, we were just-" your gaze drifted to your hands as you rambled.

"I can't return you feelings."

"What? What did you say?"

"I can't return your feelings so- maybe, um, you should hang out with Casey or April more. When we get back. Today."

"oh."

You both walked back to the house in silence.

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You and Donnie stopped spending as much time together after that. The others in the house noticed too but they didn't say anything. If someone did try to ask they would be met with silence or a short "everything fine."

Safe to say Raph was NOT happy about that. He had known you and Donnie long enough to know that you two not only had a thing for each other but that you were both unhappy with this arrangement.

So, he decided that if either one of you were gonna mess it up it would be Donnie.

"Alright. What did you do?" Raph questioned as he closed the barn door.

"Not now Raph, I'm busy." Donnie responded as he continued with whatever he was making.

"Oh I know. Since your too busy for y/n, you must be absolutely SWAMPED!" sarcasm dripping from his voice. This got too Donnie. Why was Raph acting like he's the bad guy?! Y/n would be happier with a human partner, they didn't know what they were saying! No one could actually LOVE a mutant monster like him.

"You don't know anything Raph, leave me alone."

"Educate me then."

"Could you not today? I'm really not in the mood."

"You know what I'm not in the mood for Donnie? Seeing you guys depressed everyday cuz you messed something up with y/n!"

"I DIDN'T MESS ANYTHING UP!" Donnie raised his voice and finally turned around, "THEIR HUMAN! THEY SHOULDN'T BE HANGING OUT WITH A BUNCH OF MUTANTS SO OFTEN!"

"Oh so suddenly because they're human they're too good for us huh? Or are you trying to say that we're to good for humans?!"

"NO! THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!"

"HOW COULD IT NOT? IM A MUTANT TO!"

"BECAUSE I- ..."

"WHAT? BECAUSE YOU WHAT?"

"Nothing. It doesn't matter. Go away." Donnie shooed Raph out and turned back to his invention.

"No!" Raph grabbed him by the back of his chat and spun him around to face am directly, "answer my question. Because. you. what?"

Donnie stares Raph down but didn't breath a word.

"You're a coward Donnie." was all Raph said before turning around and slamming the door behind him.

Little did he know this would bug Donnie way more than it should've.

Raph then made his way to you, you were in bad shape.

"Hey," He said, knocking on your doorframe. You were draped over your bed staring at your ceiling and shoving expired potato chips in your face.

"hi."

"How ya feeling?"

"How am I looking?"

"Like a wreck."

All you did was snap your finger and point at him as a way of saying, "bingo".

"Look, I don't wanna bug ya but I know something happened between you and Donnie. Tell me what happened."

"You'll just laugh at me."

"If I wanted to laugh at you I would have done it by now. You don't exactly make it a hard thing to do."

"Gee, thanks."

"Come on, it might make you feel a little better."

You sighed, maybe it would. On the one hand, you haven't exactly told anyone about your feelings yet. On the other hand though, it isn't very often Raph is like this. This might be your best chance to get all of this off your chest. Deciding to take the rare opportunity you sad up and faces Raph.

"I... I don't know where to start."

"Try the beginning." Raph smiled at you. You eyed him nervously and nodded.

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You had told him everything, and honestly, after saying everything out loud you felt...

Angry.

Yeah, you were kinda embarrassed about your accidental confession but what the heck was Donnie's answer?! He didn't have to return your feelings but now he didn't want to hang out with you at all? WHAT THE HECK?? Left your bed and started you way to the barn were Donnie was.

"Hey, where are you going?" Raph asked, shocked at your change in demeanor.

"To kick Donnie's butt!"

Raph laughed but made no attempt to stop you. He deserved it.

A little before you reached the barn how we Donnie had decided that Raph was right. Avoiding you was cowardly and he needed to properly talk to you. As much as he forced the distance between the two of you, he did miss you.

Before you could open the door it swung open from the other side.

"Y/N! I uhhhhhh-"

"We need to talk D."

"Uh.. YES! Yes we do! Come on in." Donnie was panicking, you looked mad. Oh geez how was he gonna say this? He was so focused on fixing things with you that he forgot to think of anything to say that would fix it. Lucky for him you started.

"So, I should hang out with April and Casey more, huh?"

Or maybe not so lucky. What was he supposed to say?

"How come we never talk anymore? You don't have to like me back but that doesn't mean I'm suddenly unable to be your friend! You were friends with April the entire time you liked her!"

"Well his situation is a little different from that but I actually wanted to fix our friendship too." Donnie said hopefully.

"How is this any different than when you liked April?" You crossed your arms utterly DONE with Donnie's nonsense.

"Oh, ummm... Th- that's not important. What is important is tha-"

"Oh nononono. What's so different?"

Why did you have to get stuck on that detail?

"It doesn't matter y/n. Was matters is that I'm sorry for avoiding you and-"

"Well it matters to me Donnie! What makes this situation so different?!."

"I think I was wrong it is pretty-"

"NO TAKE BACKS! WHAT MAKES IT DIFFERENT?"

"NOTHING I JU-"

"WHATS THE DIFFERENCE?!"

"I LOVE YOU TOO!"

"..."

"Are you kidding me?"

"I... well I didn't plan on telling you but-"

"YOU SAID YOU COULDN'T RETURN MY FEELINGS!"

"BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR SAYING! IM A MUTANT! I'M NOT NORMAL! NO ONE WOULD WANT TO DATE A FREAK! YOU'D BE HAPPIER WITH A HUMAN!"

You were in complete disbelief. Did he seriously just say that?

"Are you saying this because April rejected you? I thought with the whole bigfoot ordeal you learned it had nothing to do with your looks." You flatly responded.

"I- I know that." He told you, looking to the ground.

"Donnie, your a mutant. Not a freak, not a monster, and if I was really put off by your looks I wouldn't have become friends with you in the first place. Your a mutant. That's it. It doesn't change how I feel about you. Do you honestly think my feelings for you are so shallow?"

"I don't know. I don't know what to think. I'm just... I guess I'm just scared that one day you'll look at me and think that you made a mistake. That you picked wrong."

"For a such a smart guy your pretty dumb you know that?"

He looked back at you and in that same moment you hugged him.

"I decide my feelings Donnie. Not you. I decided to love you, and if you really do love me back, maybe we could try this" you gestured to the two of you, "before immediately assuming it wouldn't work out?"

Donnie smiled and hugges you back.

"I would like that. Thank you."

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And it's done! Man that took forever. Honestly, I'm not sure what to think of this one. It for sure isn't proofread but I hope you like it!

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ultrone · 9 months

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coach’s sister !

shauna shipman and coach ben’s little sister falling in love ҂ fluff; brief making out sesh, both are eighteen years old; this was supposed to be hcs but i got a bit too inspired lmaoo, also imagine the arm is shauna’s. . .﹙2.7k wc﹚

shauna and you met one day when your parents couldn't pick you up from school as per usual. you didn't want to take the bus, so your last resort was waiting until your brother was free after practice to drive you home. it didn't bother you though, because you used the time to work on some of your assignments.

you thought soccer practice was over at 6:00 pm, so you packed your stuff and headed to the field to look for your brother. it wasn't until you got there and saw everyone mid-game that you remembered practice was actually over at 6:30 pm. since you were already there, you decided to go sit at the benches and wait.

as you entered the bench area, you realized you weren't alone. shauna shipman was also there, holding an ice pack against her visibly swollen ankle.

you had never spoken to her before, but you knew well who she was, just as she knew who you were. you had noticed shauna during soccer matches that your brother forced you to watch; she was number six. you weren't sure what it was about her, but she always caught your eye. it might have been her great footwork, incredible speed, big brown eyes, or adorable smile, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from her whenever she was running across the field.

and well, pretty much everyone on the soccer team knew who you were, as coach ben had a picture with you in his office, and they sometimes saw you leaving with him after games or practice. mari would joke about coach ben liking girls ten years younger than him until misty, who somehow knows everything, mentioned that you're his younger sister.

"hey," she said, interrupting your thoughts. "you're coach ben's sister, aren't you? y/n," she asked, curiosity in her gaze. you never imagined her voice would be so raspy—you found it very attractive.

"that's me," you assured with a smile. "just waiting for him to give me a ride home," you explained, and she nodded in understanding. "what happened to your ankle?" you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

and that's all it took for the two of you to dive into an endless conversation. you chatted away for what felt like an eternity, though it was only 30 minutes. you discovered you had more in common than you had ever imagined. so much so that she ended up asking for your phone number—of course, without coach ben noticing. she definitely didn't want to get her ass beaten during the next practice.

not even 10 minutes had passed since you left when she already texted you, and the two of you texted all night.

a week of non-stop texting and exchanging greetings between classes went by until you both agreed to meet again. initially, these were just regular hangouts, like watching movies at her place or going out to eat. but then, she started offering you a ride home every day, but only if you were willing to wait for her until practice ended. of course, you did—how could you not? you had the biggest crush on her.

and strangely enough, your academic performance improved, as you would spend two hours every day waiting for her at the library, working on your homework. afterwards, she would drive you home, always ensuring to park a few houses away so that your brother wouldn’t spot you coming out of her car.

one day, much like any other, shauna drove you home. she parked two houses down the street, and the two of you were engaged in a random conversation.

“shit, ben's texting me, i’ve gotta go before he gets suspicious,” you said hurriedly.

i mean, obviously, he was already suspicious—neither your parents nor he was driving you home from school, and he knew you hated taking the bus. you had attempted to use the "doing homework" excuse, but it didn’t cut it. he had a hunch that you were hiding something.

you locked your phone and began gathering your belongings, which were placed between your feet. just as you opened the car door and started to step out, shauna swiftly grabbed your arm, pulling you back inside. she cupped your chin with her other hand, drawing your lips together in a sudden kiss.

"shit—sorry, i don't know what came over me," she said, breaking the kiss abruptly and avoiding eye contact. instead of responding, you pulled her into another passionate kiss. as your lips grasped her lower lip, her tongue slipped inside your mouth, while her hand slid to your waist, gripping it tightly. you were so lost in the moment that you didn't notice the car's lights had turned on due to the door being left ajar.

as luck would have it, your brother suddenly emerged for his jog and started sprinting in your direction. it didn't take him long to spot shauna's car, and the well-lit interior made it easy for him to get a clear view. a clear view of the two of you devouring each other's mouths.

“y/n?” your brother's voice penetrated your ears, causing your heart to plummet into your chest. you swiftly separated from shauna and turned around, only to find your brother standing with his hand on the car door, opening it wide.

you couldn't discern whether he was angry or not; his expression remained deadpan and serious. you and shauna were left speechless, simply staring back at him. you both felt incredibly embarrassed, not only because ben caught you making out but also because he could see your swollen lips and shauna’s dishevelled hair.

"get out of the car," he ordered, shifting slightly to make room for you to step out. as you complied and stood beside him, he leaned down and said to shauna, "we'll talk about this tomorrow before practice. get there early." then he closed the door and started walking toward your house. you gave a nervous but gentle smile to shauna through the window before following your brother.

as you heard shauna's car starting and leaving, you silently followed your brother all the way into your house and into the living room. dropping your belongings onto the floor next to the couch, you took a seat. ben stood right in front of you, hands on his waist, facing the other way.

"so, this is why you've been coming home late every day," he began, turning around to face you. "why didn't you tell me?" he asked with a frown.

"there was nothing to say," you replied. "we're just friends, i guess," you said, sounding a bit confused. you and shauna weren't "just friends," and you knew it damn well. even though you had never discussed it directly, you spent almost every day together, and it was pretty obvious that the two of you were in love by the way you treated and talked to each other. all those lingering doubts and insecurities you had about it were dispelled by the kiss you had shared a few minutes ago.

"just friends? really?" he said incredulously, alluding to the fact that he had clearly seen both of you making out.

"yeah... sorry you had to see that," you said with an awkward chuckle while rubbing the back of your neck, referring to the kiss. "but i'm being honest with you. shauna and i are just friends. we met one day when i was waiting for you at the benches, and we hit it off right away. we started hanging out very frequently, and, well... now we're here," you explained, your tone becoming a bit shyer toward the end.

he sighed and relaxed his arms, letting them fall to his sides as he pursed his lips. then, he walked toward you and sat right next to you.

"you really like her, don't you?" he asked, turning to look at you.

you covered your face with your hands in embarrassment as you rested your elbows on your knees. "mhm," you mumbled as you nodded in agreement, not wanting to meet his gaze. the memory of your kiss with shauna kept replaying in your head, and the last thing you wanted right now was a pep talk from your older brother.

“look at me,” he said but you ignored him. "y/n," he repeated in a more stern tone, so you complied. "i'm not mad at you, okay?" he began, placing his hand on your knee for reassurance and softening his voice. "i wish you had told me about it, but i also understand why you didn't," he said. "i just want you to be happy, you know that, right? i mean... i'd prefer you were happy with someone who wasn't on my soccer team," he chuckled. "but shauna's a good girl. a bit grumpy at times," he quipped, earning a laugh from you. "but i know she's a good student and a nice person too, so i know you're in good hands," he said.

"yeah, she's amazing," you began. "did i tell you i got a B+ on my last biology test?" you said excitedly. "she helped me study for it," you added, a smile lingering on your face as you recalled shauna's adorable focused expression while working on a cheat sheet for you to review.

ben couldn't help but smile too, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer while gently rubbing your arm. "i'm glad she's making you happy and helping you excel in school," he said genuinely. "and i hate to be that person, but if she ever hurts you, she'll go through hell at practice. i'll have a one-vs-all scrimmage session ready for her just in case," he said, sounding protective.

"you better not," you shot back, moving away slightly to look at him through narrowed eyes. "if anything, i want to see you giving her special treatment."

"hah," he chuckled. "yeah, yeah... that won't happen," he said before standing up from the couch. "that reminds me, i need to talk to her before practice tomorrow," he said, his expression turning serious as he tried to intimidate you.

"you'll go easy on her, right?" you asked. you weren't overly worried since you knew your brother wasn't mean, but you couldn't help feeling a bit nervous for shauna, especially since she didn't know him as well as you did, and he was just her coach, after all. she must be really nervous right now.

"we'll see," he said, walking out of the house to resume his jog before you could muster a reply.

you sat impatiently in the library, your leg shaking as you waited for the clock to strike 6:30 pm in the afternoon. you hadn't spoken much with shauna since yesterday's events. you didn't share any classes today, and she hadn't responded to your texts during lunch. she had checked in on you last night, expressing concern about what ben had told you. however, you assured her that everything had gone well and agreed to meet up today at your usual time, which is why you felt so nervous.

suddenly, a hand rested on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. you looked up and found yourself locking eyes with a pair of big brown eyes.

"hey," shauna said, placing her backpack and gym bag on the floor before taking a seat in the chair next to yours. she seemed a bit nervous but not sad or worried, which eased your concerns about her conversation with ben not being as awkward or strange as you had feared.

"what are you doing here?" you asked curiously, offering a soft smile. "it's still pretty early."

"coach ben let us go early today; he had a meeting with the other coaches," she explained. "shouldn't you be studying for our english midterm?" she teased, raising an eyebrow while glancing at the paused tv show on your computer screen.

"i was just ten minutes ago; i needed a quick breather," you tried to convince her, though the truth was that you had given up on your studies an hour ago.

"sure..." she said, unconvinced, wearing a sly smile. she made a mental note to help you study later.

the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, both of you contemplating yesterday's events, unsure of where or how to begin. you were about to ask if ben had spoken to her, but she started talking before you could muster the courage to open your mouth.

"so," she began, looking down at her hands and fidgeting with the rings on her fingers. "i'm sorry about yesterday, for kissing you like that," she said nervously. "i should've asked first."

you gazed at her, tilting your head slightly, and gave her a soft smile. "don't worry about it. i kissed you back, after all," you reminded her. "and i liked it," you confessed, feeling your cheeks grow warm.

"you did?" she asked, meeting your gaze as her shoulders relaxed a bit, her eyebrows raising slightly in a hopeful manner.

"i did," you confirmed. the two of you sat in silence for a few more seconds, but this time, you broke it.

"i like you, shauna," you said, your gaze shifting to the table in front of you in embarrassment. you were very nervous, and the only thing that gave you the courage to confess your feelings was the fact that she had initiated the kiss yesterday night.

shauna couldn't help but smile at your words, her cheeks flushed. "i like you too, y/n," she confessed. "a lot."

she put her hand on your thigh in an attempt to make you meet her gaze once more. and once you did, she asked, “can i kiss you?”

you smiled softly at her, “you don’t have to ask,” you whispered, slowly leaning closer.

just as your lips were about to meet, you heard a phone camera shutter sound from the table directly behind yours. you frowned and turned to locate the source of the sound, finding yourself locking eyes with a pair of green ones you instantly recognized.

"jackie!" shauna hissed, her face a mix of embarrassment and surprise. "what are you doing?"

"i'm sorry! you two looked so adorable; i had to capture this memorable moment," she explained. "i told you she liked you back," she added excitedly, raising her eyebrows suggestively and grinning widely.

"jackie, stop it," shauna scolded, her annoyance evident. finally, the blonde girl seemed to get the memo.

"okay, okay! i'm leaving now. see you later, guys," she said, skipping toward the entrance where jeff was waiting for her.

shauna sighed in embarrassment. "i'm sorry, that was so embarrassing."

"it's okay," you reassured her with a laugh. "at least we have a cute picture now."

"true," she admitted, a soft smile returning to her lips.

"by the way, did ben talk to you?" you asked intrigued.

"yeah, he did," she confirmed. "he gave me a 20-minute pep talk about how important you are to him and threatened to make me run 50 laps around the entire school if i ever hurt you," she chuckled.

"well, you better not then," you said, leaning closer to her once more, trying to hide your smile by biting on your lower lip.

"how could i? he showed me that one picture of you wearing a full-body star costume from your kindergarten christmas recital. i could never hurt that little thing," she teased, making a playful pout with her lips.

"he did not show you that picture," you said, covering your face in embarrassment.

"oh, yes, he did," she countered, retrieving her phone from her pocket and pressing the power button, revealing that the picture was now her lock screen.

"if you don't take that picture off your lock screen right now, shipman…" you playfully threatened, attempting to grab her phone from her hands, but she was quicker, “i’m gonna kill you.”

with her phone secure, she leaned back slightly, prompting you to lean in. seizing the opportunity, she deftly held your forearm in place and leaned in herself, planting a sweet kiss on your lips. without hesitation, you reciprocated, both of you wearing sheepish smiles on your faces.

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gfcheol · 2 years

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late blooming pt2 | j.wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x f!reader

genre: slowburn, sugar baby!au, smut

word count: 5k

tags: emotionally constipated trustfund kid!wonwoo, snarky roommate!jeonghan, food ment, insecure artist!reader, fingering, making out, jealous!wonwoo, miscommunication, angsty ending

tag list: @bangchanbabygirlx , @amiga-qmilagraso , @listxn , @bloomyroses , @yoozuku, @revluv909 , @laylasbunbunny , @thinkinboutwonu , @springdaybreaks , @97-liners , @weakforsvt

In those two weeks, since you'd agreed to let Mr Jeon Wonwoo financially take care of you, you'd learned three things about him.

One - He'd gushed about every cat picture or meme you'd sent to him, commenting on the pretty fur or the shape of their triangle ears. During one phone call, you even got him to meow for you. You'd laughed almost a solid minute at the sound of his dark voice, clearly enunciating a very lifelike "meow". If only you had thought of recording it.

Two - He loved to read. You weren't really sure about which books were to his liking but everytime you'd mentioned an author you'd liked, he'd tell you he was either familiar with their work or had read their work as well. It was difficult, to say the least, not to feel intimidated by his intellect, though you didn't mind as much once you'd realized that, even though he already knew so many literary works, he still listened quite intently to your opinions on them.

And three - He asked a lot of questions.

It was almost embarrassing, in hindsight. How much you were willing to tell him, about your upbringing, weird food habits you'd developed as a child, about the time Mingyu and you got food poisoning from your favourite fast food place, back in college. It felt easy to confide in him. Your own personal confession booth. Wonwoo was a good listener and despite leaving snarky comments here and there - there was understanding laced in his every word, making it hard not to fall deeper into conversation with him. Maybe, just maybe, it had helped that all of these talks happened, while you were on the phone with him, either on your way from work or tucked in bed.

"It's probably bad timing", he had sighed, "but I'll have to leave the country for a week. It's purely out of formality, although necessary. Or so I've been told, at least."

His explanation had seemed sincere enough, a tired smile playing on the edge of his lips, yet you couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment from you. Selfish desires be damned, you actually hoped to spend time with the man who'd provide you with money for whatever reason. It still felt somewhat strange to you, no matter how rational he had been while explaining his intentions with you, the skeptic in you was hard to please.

You'd only shaken your head in response, your "No, it's fine! I hope you'll still manage to have fun", sounded insincere even to your own ears, though Wonwoo had enough courtesy not to mention it.

You hadn't quite expected him to still try to stay in touch, thinking his hectic schedule would suffice in keep him busy. But apparently, Wonwoo had a tendency to defy your expectations about him. His first text had comee as a surprise to you, your eyes almost bulging out of their socksts, as you sat slumped and exhausted in the driver's seat of your car. Work had been the usual hell, customers and colleagues robbing you of every nerve you had left until they left you a complete shell of yourself - Not like you hadn't been used to it.

[Wonwoo J - 17:55] Are you as bored as me?

You had blinked several times, mind feeling a bit too numb, attempting to remember that, yes, this was indeed The Jeon Wonwoo, billionaire, business man, and art snob, texting you oh so casually.

[y/n - 17:56] more like tired rip just got done working

[Wonwoo J - 17:57] Oh? Hope I didn't interrupt anything

[y/n - 18:00] literally sitting in my car rn lmao

[y/n - 18:01] gimme 15 and then i'm free to chat

You remembered rushing home, quick to brush Jeonghan's half hearted greeting off, ready to lock yourself in your bedroom and panic an appropriate amount before calling him back. Though in the end, all panic had ebbed away the second his tired voice muttered your name in greeting, at the other end of the line. And despite your worries, it'd felt so natural to share your day with him - His faint laugh, whenever you'd complain, proving to be your very own remedy against bad moods.

Maybe he'd merely been polite this whole time, your insecurities were quick to point out. A cynical viewpoint for sure, but not unrealistic. Not impossible.

It'd be so easy to drop all caution, to ignore every bad experience and disregard every hurtful comment ever thrown your way by previous romantic partners. It'd be so easy to trust the silly old fashion emojis he sent your way, or the way his laughter grew louder everytime you gasped out in mock offense to any of his jabs. It'd be so easy to let your heart ache at every whispered goodnight you'd mumbled into the speaker of your phone. But easy was naive. You weren't a teenager anymore, you knew better or were supposed to at least.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Hmm, Episode IV. Easy question. Obi Wan might be hot but he doesn't beat childhood nostalgia. Next question."

"Obi Wan hot? Questionable. Hey, how come you're not tired yet? I thought you said that your shift was draining 'as fuck'."

"Why do you have to remember everything I tell you, oh my godddd. You know what, I change my mind, guys who only pretend to listen get a bad rep."

"You just don't want me to point out that you should stop rambling about Star Wars and catch some sleep."

"Not my fault that we're not in the same timezone right now, Mister. C'mon, ask me another question."

"Fine... Have you always been this difficult or do I get special treatment from you?"

"... Wonwoo, I hope you know how lucky you are that you're not within fighting distance."

"Aw, I was hoping you'd get so huffy, you'd hang up and finally rest."

"You're mean."

"And yet you're still insisting on talking to me."

"AND a smug bastard."

"Goodnight, y/n. I'm... looking forward to talking to you tomorrow. I'm uh- enjoying our talks."

"Oh. Y- yeah, same. I mean- goodnight to you too."

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Jeonghan's form was draped across the couch, arm covering his eyes to shield him from the intrusive rays of sunshine that dared to tickle his oh so sensitive face. The apartment lay in comfortable silence, a rare occurrence these days but not unwelcome. You aimlessly scrolled through your phone, enjoying the luxury of being lazy on one of your rare off days.

Usually, it wouldn't be you who'd have to suffer because of Hannie's tendency to take up too much space. It'd become quite normal to see his current conquence and him lounging on the couch, limbs, as well as lips, entangled in a disgustingly open display of love. You'd roll your eyes, questioning yourself, if you'd ever been as bad as him, while you were with any of your exes. You shuddered at the mere thought of them. The past was the past for a reason, wasn't it? You should know this by now.

"Wanna watch a movie today?", you asked absentmindedly, eyes still glued to the colorful pictures of your screen - Pinterest truly was a rabbit hole to get lost in.

Your roommate barely reared his head. "Only if i get to pick. Sick of watching Pride and Prejudice over and over with you."

A groan. "Fine... No movie then." Giggles erupted out of you when you felt Jeonghan's foot digging into your side.

"Is your sugar daddy not gonna call you today?" You felt the heat in your face rise at the teasing edge of his voice. "Or are nudes enough to get him to shut up?"

Your head perked up, your tone quiet "Nudes?"

"As in 'sexy pictures to help him beat his meat on his sexy man business trip'?", Jeonghan raised his arm to glance you up and down.

For some reason, it had never even crossed your mind that this very adult man with adult needs would desire - well - adult pictures from you. You were simply too enthralled by the sweet words thrown your way, that the skeptic within your mind forgot to remind you that this was not, in fact, a normal relationship. Money and talent and contracts were involved in this. And while a large part of why Wonwoo felt drawn to you, must have been your potential as an artist, there was very likely sexual interest as well. Embarrassment simmered in the depths of your stomach, groaning into the air. "Oh fuck."

"Wow, you've never even sent him a sexy selfie or something?"

"Well, it never really came up in conversations!", you squeaked, voice too nervous, too shrill to sound rational.

He pushed himself off his cozy, little spot on the edge of the sofa, a grin now evident on his features. "You guys don't flirt?"

"You know what?", you narrowed your eyes at him, shoving his leg away from your side. "Single you fucking sucks! At least your girlfriends all liked it when you were being an absolute dick to them. Now you just kinda- inflict it all upon me. I can't help it that you're bored without a girlfriend!"

The dig didn't seem to affect him much, the sheer Schadenfreude he felt was enough to brush off your insult. How in the living hell did he always have the upper hand in every argument you guys had? Your leading theories were either A) he had enough practice in torturing his little sister and was happy enough to treat you the same way or B) he was one of Lucifer's very own lackeys. Your money was on theory B. One of these days, you'd find the portray he'd sold his soul for in order to stay young and live out his hedonistic lifestyle - Oscar Wilde style.

"I'm sure I'd be way less bored, if we could watch a different movie that doesn't star Keira Knightley's angry pout", Jeonghan huffed, raising his brow - and while you knew, this was a mere attempt to get a rise out of you, you couldn't help but gasp in offense.

"How dare you? She's a delight in-", your phone vibrated in your lap, attention shifting immediately to the notification you'd received. Your anger was put on halt as you noticed, it was indeed Wonwoo, who had texted you, offense melting away in an instance. "A sec", you mumbled.

"Oh, he's got you whipped!", he laughed.

Pressing on the notification, you gave him one last exasperated look, lips pressed into a pout, "Hannie, please."

[Wonwoo J - 14:12] Flying back today. Care to have dinner at my place tomorrow?

"Oh." Your heart felt like a young bird, threatening to escape the cage that was your ribcage, beating so loud, you barely reigstered your own reply. You'd met him before - more than once, even! - why were you so fucking nervous? Was this normal? Oh god. "H- he invited me to his place tomorrow."

"Oh fun, spicy second date then?"

"What?! Oh my god, he wants to fuck me?! I- I haven't even shaved in like a month!" You shot up onto your knees, fingers still firmly grasping your phone as you stared down at your roommate with panic in your eyes. "He wants to fuck me, right? This is what this means! Right? Right?!"

"Holy shit, calm down." The way his tone remained basically unbothered, only added fuel to the whirlwind of thoughts coursing through your brain, a string of whines slipping past your lips.

"What if he wants to fuck?"

"Then he wants to fuck", he shrugged, nonchalant smirk slowly creeping back onto his face. No matter how annoying Hannie could be, his quiet confidence worked wonders on you in times of stress. "You don't have to do anything, geez. If you also wanna smash your bits together, then wear something sexy or something. Didn't your ex get you the tacky lace set for your birthday? If you don't - then don't? He didn't buy you, y/n, you can say 'no', I'm pretty sure he'll live."

This gave you pause. He had a point, a pretty good one even. Nothing explicit had been stated so far, as to what Wonwoo expected from you in your arrangement. There was... an undeniable interest he had you, that much seemed obvious to you - yet the details were fuzzy to you. What was it that had piqued his interest in you? Sure, there was you talent for are - which you'd have to discuss with him again tomorrow evening - but what else was there? A teeny, tiny part of you screamed and begged for it to be romantic interest - though the more rational part within you wasn't quite so sure. He's a man who could have anything and anyone. So why would he require someone like you in his life, if not, for some strange power fantasy that you probably would never really understand.

You let yourself fall back to your previous position, brows still furrowed as you pinched the bridge of your nose in a feeble attempt to calm your approaching headache. The question still stood - Would you want to fuck Wonwoo? All insecurities and feelings of pressure aside, did you want him? He was attractive, that's for sure. There was something special in the way he presented himself, you felt, a bit awkward, a bit stiff, yet still elegant. You liked the way he texted like a man 20 years his senior, liked that he sent you passages of books he'd read, liked his deep laugh. You swallowed.

"Why the fuck do you still remember the lace set Jonah got me?", you grinned, wrinkling your nose at the memory of your ex.

"Because, for some reason, he thought it was necessary to ask me for my opinion. Such a charmer."

You smacked his arm. "And then you guys got me the tacky one? Tsk, you call yourself my friend."

Jeonghan's smirk only deepened. "You mean, you call me your friend. I just kinda let you." Another smack, this time a tad less gentle than the previous one. "Ow- Alright, alright! Put that energy into your hookup."

Moreso a question than a statement, your gaze shifted back to the display of your phone, thumbs hovering over your keyboard. "Shush you", you snickered. "I gotta respond before he thinks I'm blowing him off."

[y/n - 14:27] sounds good xx pick me up from my place?

Wonwoo's reply came in a matter of seconds.

[Wonwoo J - 14:28] Send me your address

[Wonwoo J - 14:28] I'll send my driver to pick you up.

[y/n - 14:30] will do!! have a safe flight!!!

It should be illegal to feel this giddy about dinner plans. Illegal enough for you to be locked up, so you could calmly succumb to your feelings of yearning for a man so incredibly out if your league, it almost hurt. A sigh on your end, "He'll be so disappointed to hear I haven't done any painting while he was gone."

"Eh", Jeonghan chuckled. "I'm sure that won't be the first thing on his mind once he sees you."

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John Everett Millais, you read, tuning out the distinct chatter of your parents' conversing with your father's work colleague. Your seven year old self had been enthralled by the dark hues on the painting you'd noticed above their dinner table. A woman floating in water, hair a soft shade of red, mouth agape, surrounded by water and flowers - you could feel something profound stir inside your gears then. The unknown evoked emotion you had no inkling of yet, though it felt, as if she could pry them out of you just by her presence.

Why was she in the water? You'd wondered to yourself, your dessert that consisted of cheap strawberry ice cream, completey forgotten. And why was she still wearing her dress? Was she a rich lady? A princess maybe? A sad princess who wanted take a bath in a pond? But if she was a princess, then didn't she have a bathtub in her castle?

Maybe the painter, John Something, knew the answer to all the questions that were floating inside your brain, distracting you from the sweet taste on your tongue. Maybe there were secrets only painters knew when they looked upon a scene to capture. You frowned, thinking about your own pictures. While yours gained a lot of praise from your parents, comparing them to the glamour and sadness of Princess in front of you, let a strange sense of disappointment course through your veins.

And you quickly realized - You weren't one to settle for disappointment. There was a drive, inside that bundle of shame you were subjected to. A drive to do better, to improve, to create. A smile crept its way to your lips. Maybe your mother was right to bring you along to the boring business dinner after all.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

You almost jumped at the sound of your phone vibrating with a new notification, nerves already on edge.

[Wonwoo J - 18:02] Should arrive in ca 10 min. I'll see you later.

As soon as you'd received the text, you rushed to the bathroom mirror, reapplying your bold shade of lipstick for the millionth time that evening. Your reflection stared back at you with wide eyes. Would he notice the amount of effort you put into looking effortless?

The drive to Wonwoo's apartment was relatively quiet. His driver had parked directly in front of the entrance to your building, exactly ten minutes after you'd gotten the confirmation, a polite smile graced his lips. It felt a bit too spacious to sit all by yourself in the back, windows tinted black and driver completely silent, focused on the busy road ahead of you. Although, you'd most likely dislike it even more, if he had decided to start a conversation with you - You didn't quite mind, being alone with your thoughts. Fidgeting with the hem of your dress, you listened to the hum of the motor, attempting to drown out the sound of your rapid heartbeat. This would be your second maybe-something-akin-to-a-date... an almost-date. Or did the several phone calls count as something?

"Miss?"

You blinked a few times, turning your head towards the driver, fingers still clutching your dress. "Yes?"

There was a hint of a smile in his tone, as he raised his brows, meeting your eyes through the reer view mirror. "We're here."

"Oh", was your reply, only now realizing how the car had come to a halt, the hum of the engine gone. With heavy legs, you shuffled to open the door. "Thank you so much for picking me up."

He gave you a nod, smile lines appearing around the corners of his eyes. "No problem, Miss. Have a wonderful night."

The calmness of this stranger acted like an antidote to the anxiety poisoning your thoughts, offering a shy smile in return. The kindness stood in stark contrast to the playful harshness your best friend usually soothed you with, though nonetheless effective.

The building was huge, entry halls adorned with minimalistic art, you'd never even seen before. The simplicity of the design, you mused, was too pretentious to admire. The echo of your shoes hitting the marble floor, felt like an intrusion. The gall, the echo sneers at you in your mind, the nerve you must possess daring to trespass. Wealthiness evidently could not buy good taste.

After a dreadfully long elevator ride (and a very awkward coversation with the concierge), you finally find yourself right amidst Wonwoo's four walls. If you could call it that. You weren't quite sure what you'd expected to find - A coffin and a chandelier? White walls and a furniture made of glass? Though reality was far more grounded than one could expect. A row of paintings adorned his walls - some of them modern, some of them clsssics - soft music was coming from, what you presumed to be, his kitchen. It almost seemed... ordinary. You frowned.

"Y/N?", you heard his voice from somewhere out of sight. "Yeah, hi! It's me! The uh- concierge? Let me up, I hope that's okay."

His reply was instant. "Why wouldn't it be? I told him I'm expecting a lady." Your frown melted into a smile at his words. "Come to the kitchen, will you? Dinner's almost done."

Rounding the corner, your ran your fingers through your hair as one last effort to tidy yourself up more. Any confidence you'd tried to muster up prior, faltered at the sight of him. Gone was the usual business suit, traded for a nice black shirt and jeans. You were painfully aware of your contrasting attire, the urge to curse yourself feeling unbearable. His back was facing you, unscrewing a way to expensive looking bottle of wine.

"Hi", you greeted again.

His eyes immediately lit up as he turned to face you, a smile hanging off his lips. "You- Oh, wow." his brows shot up, his long fingers adjusting the frame of his glasses, as if he to check the validity of the image in front of him. "You look-"

"I'm sorry if this is too much? I don't know why I thought, you'd meant like a proper dinner, that's on me", the longer you spoke, the heavier your chest, your brain begging you to shut up already.

Wonwoo merely shook his head, softly laughing. "Well, I'm not complaining, don't worry-"

"Also so sorry I interrupted you, I didn't mean to." A pause followed.

"Hm", he cocked his head to the side, gaze searching your own. His frame, even in casual clothing was just as intimidating as you remembered. "Still so shy and nervous? I didn't expect that."

"I'm not shy-"

"But the evening's still young", he smiled at the appearance of your pout. "And I hope you like take out. I tried cooking one of Mingyu's recipes and it was... not as easy as expected."

Any snarky comment died right on your tongue at his tone. Taking one of the half full glasses located on his marble counter top, you quipped, "Harder than it looks to recreate artistry like that, right?"

He gazed down at you, taking a sip of wine himself. "And you're a great cook then, I assume?"

Without meaning to, your shoulder brushed against his arm, the proximity after all these evenings getting to know him making you dizzier than the alcohol. This is the same Wonwoo, you reminded yourself. The same cat loving, nerdy man you've been talking to all those days. "That's for you to find out next time."

For a blink of an eye you thought you saw his chest rise and shoulders stiffen, though his face remained the same mask of indifference you were used to. You considered this a triumph. "Well uh- I can't wait to find out."

Once dinner finally arrived, korean food made a restaurant you'd never heard of, you settled in his dining room with your second glass of wine of the evening. Deciding to ignore the gnawing question of just how expensive the bottle must have been. The food was way too well prepared to let bad thoughts ruin it either way. Conversation was just as easy as you remembered it. You'd gasp at any teasing remark and he gave affirming nods when you vented about work, art or your very impossible roommate. Though the latter conversation topic never seemed to earn you any smiles.

"And Layla was the...?", his face scrunched up as he tried to remember, leaning back in his chair. "Waitress? She seems sweet from what you've told me, what happened?"

You shook your head, giggling into your glass. "Exactly! What happened!", a sigh. "But he's great. Sometimes that is. When he's not lying to make me look stupid or convince me to do dumb stuff."

"Like what?", he asked, fingertip brushing alongside the glass. You really did hope he had yet to catch you staring at his hands.

You waved him off with a flick of your wrist, groaning at the memory of all of Jeonghan's previous shenanigans. "One time he gaslit me - and yes, it was gaslighting! - into making me do his laundry for a month! A month! I can't believe I fell for it too", you'd bury your face in your hand if you didn't have any makeup on. "He even convinced me to wear all this, can you believe him? Dress, lace set, hairdo-"

"Lace set?", Wonwoo repeated. Your smile dropped in an instant.

"What?"

"You said he made you wear a lace set." It wasn't a question, really. It was a statement the needed an answer. A response, an explanation, a confession. Every fiber of your being stood alert, ready to flee the scene and fling yourself off the balcony if needed.

Your eyes drifted to your empty plate, looking for an appropriate response in the remnants of your kimchi rice. "I did?"

"I'm afraid so." You weren't sure when Wonwoo had left his seat, his long legs looking too handsome as he sauntered closer to you. "Were you hoping on me seeing you in it tonight?", he asked, now only a few steps away from you.

A trap question. He knew your answer already, you were sure. It was the hidden sadistic nature in him that urged you out of your shell and into the humiliation of utter vulnerability. In a last act of defiance, you blinked up at where he stood, not paying heed to the beating of your heart. "Hannie told me to-"

"Since when are you doing what anyone tells you to?" The warmth of his fingers found your cheek. His touch felt electrifying. "If you don't want me to see, all you have to do is tell me. Use your words."

Your breath hitched in your throat. "I... hoped you would."

A smirk spread on his lips, bending down until he was on eye level with you. Licking his lips, his eyes drifted down to yours, an unspoken question lingering between you, before he rasped, "That's what I thought."

He had you on your back, dress long discarded between the couch and the dining room, as you lay there writhing in your underwear, his mouth pressing open mouthed kisses to you neck. The friction of your bra against the silky fabric of his shirt felt almost sinful as his hand reached for your chest, quiet whines slipping past your lips. Whatever you'd hoped for, you'd never have thought he'd actually want you like this. Maybe the alcohol had messed with your brain too much.

"You're so pretty like this", Wonwoo breathed, slipping your panties to the side before he ran his thumb over your clit. A sharp inhale escaped you, body jolting against him in surprise. He smiled into your skin. "Let me hear you."

It felt forbidden to see him still this in control, while you were somewhere between bliss and anxiety. He lay fully clothed on top of you, using his knees to spread your thighs apart for easier access, glasses foggy. You'd almost giggle at the sight. "Fuh- Oh", you gasped, a finger finally sliding into you, wetness coating his hand in the blink of an eye. "Wonwoo..."

A soft laugh. "Yeah?"

"More", you demanded, hips grinding into his steadily moving hand.

"More? Whatever could she mean?" He grinned at your frustrated huff, kissing the top of your lace covered breasts.

"You know!", you grumbled. Or whined. You weren't quite so sure anymore.

He complied to your demands, adding another, long finger, heel of his palm rubbing against your sensitive clit. Moan after moan tumbled from your parted lips, pressure rising in the pit of your stomach with every flick of his wrist. It'd been too long for you to properly relish this moment, pleasure almost too fleeting before even falling off the edge. An artist's curse to live in melancholy and nostalgia.

As your hip brushing against his crotch, he finally let a moan of his own slip, squeezing his eyes shut. The sight was almost too much to bear for you. He looked so handsome like this - cheeks flushed, slightly out of breath. You stared in awe. "Your pussy's so tight", he sighed.

"Won-" a gasp. And with a brush against your spongie spot inside you and the friction against your clit, you let go. Pleasure illuminating your whole body. Wonwoo could swear you shined as bright as any beacon at that moment.

He kissed your lips for the final time, soft and sweet, before he gathered you up in his arms, hugging your fucked out form closet to his chest. "What about you?", he heard you mumble, face buried in the crook of his neck. He only shook his head, reaching for a blanket to cover you with. "I'm tired."

You'd slept surprisingly well on his couch, the fabric of the cushions softer than most of the bedsheets you'd slept in. Though as you stretched out to find the man on your mind, you were met with an empty spot. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes, after sex exhaustion and alcohol making your lids feel especially heavy this morning. "Oh fuck", you cursed softly, images from last night flooding your mind. The memories of his lips on your skin, his kisses, his hands... It was way too early to think about all of this.

You rolled to your side, on the search for your phone, a creme colored envelope catching your eye immediately. Careful not to tear the paper, you squinted trying to make out Wonwoo's handwriting.

Last night was lovely. I transferred some money to your account - There's a new art dealer in town. Let's talk soon.

Money. Oh. Yeah, you remembered. This is what this was about, how could you forget? It's an arrangement first and foremost. Your fingers felt numb as you held the piece of paper in the too big, too expensive, too empty apartment of Jeon Wonwoo. Wealthy trustfund kid, CEO to be Jeon Wonwoo. How could you forget?

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