F1 Grid | Juno Positions

okay... hear me out, friends to lovers with franco.. but a little more ✨spicy✨

you meet at a party of a mutual friend after a few friendly encounters before and at somepoint the conversation shifts to sexual experience. reader gets some kinks exposed and franco is very intrigued by that, suggesting he's very interested in exploring those kinks and more with them👀

You'd met Franco a few times, through mutual friends. And every single time there was a spark.  

Tonight was no different.  

Warnings: discussion around lots of kinks, smut, choking, restraints, mirror sex, recording, as usual too many petnames, sort of edging?, multiple orgasms, kinda unhinged at the end, Franco is a flirt and a tease, alcohol, friends to lovers I guess although the lovers part isn't really discussed  

Each time you came into contact with each other, your friends would roll their eyes at the shameless flirting. 

But every time it fizzled out when the evening ended and you would both go your separate ways with a shake of the hand and a “it's been a pleasure”. 

Tonight Franco was determined to not let you go that easily. 

He had a plan. Which was basically, go in early, and go in hard. 

So to speak. 

Very early on, he’d made you take a few shots with him to loosen you both up, then all but dragged you over to a couch to plant you on his lap. 

“Let’s talk” he said, grabbing a large glass of something you both could share as you yapped. 

And yap you did, about anything and everything, for hours. 

His hands wandered over your bare thighs and you kept slapping them away, giggling about how you were in public. But he could see the blush creep onto your cheeks every time, he could see how much you were definitely tempted. 

He just needed to find a way to make you give in to temptation. 

Ideas trotted around his brain, until one of your mutual, and very drunk at this point, friends came over and begged you to play a game of ‘never have I ever’. 

You and Franco rolled your eyes at the childish suggestion, but followed, and somehow ended up on opposite sides of the circle on the floor of the large living room. 

You all had glasses at varying degrees of fullness while the questions remained mild. 

Then it was your best friend’s turn, and she nudged your side cheekily, looking straight at Franco when she said “Never have I ever... had sex in a car”  

Franco’s eyes narrowed at her as he took a sip, and everyone cheered loudly at him. A couple of others in the circle followed and took sips of their own drinks. 

He looked at you and you giggled at him. “You haven’t?” he mouthed over the noise and you shook your head. 

He shrugged with a shy smile and the game moved on. 

Until your same best friend, obviously trying to achieve something with her questions, asked a question obviously aimed at you, this time. 

“Never have I ever had sex in front of a mirror!” 

She looked excessively proud of herself, and you huffed and took a sip, glancing at Franco, who did not drink but was looking at you with a raised eyebrow. 

You winked and shrugged at him, turning to your friend who looked slightly dissapointed. 

“What are you trying to do mate?” 

She giggled. “I’m playing a game with Gaby!” she motioned to Franco’s friend, sitting a few spaces to your right “First one who manages to find something that you and Franco have both done, wins” 

You scoffed at their ridiculous antics. “Jesus, you two are unbelievable” 

The game continued, your friends finding increasingly ridiculous things to say. 

“Face time sex!” (you drank to that one) 

“Choking!” (you both drank and Gaby cheered) 

“Anal!” and Franco drank hesitantly, but when someone asked “giving or recieving?” he blushed and quickly changed the subject. 

As the questions went on, you noticed a trend. You were drinking at almost every single one, and Franco... well he was getting increasingly flustered every time he noticed you take a sip. 

So far he’d learned you liked dirty talk, mirrors, spanking,  being filmed (his dick twitched at that one), and your favourite position was bent over (it apparently didn’t matter what). 

Gaby shrugged, apparently out of ideas of dirty things to say and most of the others seemed to have given up, so the game ended and you got up to get more drinks from the kitchen. 

Franco followed eagerly, ignoring the knowing looks from his peers. 

“Any other kinks I should know about?” he sidled up to you, leaning an arm on the counter. 

“I don’t know why you should know about any of my kinks, frankly” you feigned nonchalance by taking another gulp of your drink and looking away. But the façade crumbled when you choked in response to his next words. 

“I want to know what you like.” he purred, leaning in closer to your ear “I want to know everything about you, and that includes how to please you” 

You were blushing furiously. How dare he be so smooth. 

“After tonight you know more than enough, don’t you think?” your breath hitched when one of his hands brushed your exposed thigh. 

“Aaah, come on” he groaned “there has to be something else, something you haven’t said yet”  

His face was inches from yours, your breaths mingling as the tension in the kitchen rose to unbearable levels. 

“I’ll tell you what.” you gulped, mesmerised by his eyes boring into yours “if you’re still interested when you’re sober, come over to my place and I’ll show you” 

His pupils dilated and he licked his lips as he took in your words.  

“Okay” he said simply. 

But neither of you made any effort to move away from each other, in fact, you could swear he was getting closer. 

His eyes flicked to your lips briefly, he was breathing hard and his brows were furrowed together in slight frustration. 

“Can I at least kiss you?” he whispered and the slight nod you responded with was enough for him to crash his lips to yours. 

It was desperate and messy, but terribly satisfying as you both felt months of tension finally snapping and becoming something real. 

Reflecting back on it the next day, you barely remembered it, and you definitely didn’t remember the offer you made him. 

Several aspirins and a shower had done the trick to avoid a hangover, but your memories didn’t really come back as you went about your day. 

It wasn’t until the evening, and you were just about ready to order take out, when you recieved a text. 

“Can I come over now? I’m sober ;)" 

You gasped as last night’s conversation came back to you in pieces, and your fingers typed out a response before your brain even had a chance to think of something less desperate. 

“Was about to order food, but I’m sure you’ll taste better” 

He saw the message, and you waited several minutes, but the reply never came. 

You started getting worried so you sent another. 

“Franco?”  

He saw it immediately, and the answer came soon after. 

“Cant type driving” 

You laughed at his eagerness and sat down on your couch, scrolling through your phone while you waited. 

It felt like an eternity before you heard the screech of tyres sliding on the road, and you instinctively knew it was him. 

Your suspicions were confirmed when he rapped on your door with enough force to definitely warrant you checking for damage to his knuckles. 

You opened the door for him and he was about to step forward immediately, but he froze mid-step and his breath hitched when his eyes fell on you. 

You frowned at him gaping at you and looked down at yourself. 

“What- what’s the matter?” 

His gaze softened and he stepped closer to you, lifting you up by your thighs and kicking the door shut behind him as he carried you inside. 

“I have never seen you without makeup...” he muttered, and you blushed at the realisation.  

“Oh... uhmm” you squirmed but his hold tightened on your body, holding you up with his impressive strength, unmoving in the middle of your messy living room. But you were the only thing he was able to look at. 

 “You are so beautiful” he wasn’t exactly helping your blushing, but it was nice to be appreciated. 

“We would make the most beautiful babies” he muttered and you burst out laughing at the out of pocket comment. 

He chuckled at himself and let you down, but didn’t let go of his his hold on you. 

“You gonna stand there and look stupid or are you going to kiss me?” you asked and he gasped softly in mock offence, but did lean down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. 

You could by the way he kissed you that there was a deep hunger inside him, and you were equally hungry for him, so the kiss quickly deepened as you pawed at each other. 

“Franco” you panted “The bedroom is that way” 

You pointed to the hallway and he nodded, picking you up again and carrying you all the way to your bed. 

He set you down, and kneeled on the floor between your legs. 

“You remember our conversation from yesterday?” 

You bit your lip “Yeah, why?” 

He smiled evilly. 

“Then you remember that you need to tell me another one of your kinks”  

You groaned, blushing at the memory. Right. 

“I uhh… I can't remember which ones you already know about…” 

He smiled and climbed onto the bed, caging you in underneath him. 

“Then tell me a few, and I'll tell you which ones I want to try” 

He leaned down to kiss you softly before sitting up, legs either side of your hips so that you couldn't squirm away and escape. 

Your blush was slowly deepening and Franco melted, seeing you so shy under him even though he knew you were filthy was really getting him going. 

“What is it, querida? Cat got your tongue?”  

He chuckled, trailing a hand up your body until it reached your neck, and he wrapped it around your throat. 

Your breath hitched and he smirked. 

“I seem to remember you liking this one. Tell me, what else is there?” 

You gulped, and he felt it under his hand, which turned him on even more for some reason. 

“Uhm… well I like it rough.” 

He smiled and leaned down to peck your cheek. 

“That's a start… anything more specific you want me to do to you?” he whispered in your ear and you shivered at his tone. 

“I like… being tied up. Restrained.”  

He hummed as he kissed down the skin of your neck. “Carry on” 

“I uhh… like being spanked” you said breathlessly “and also…” 

You turned your head to the side and he followed your gaze. 

To the left of your bed was a massive mirror. 

Your eyes met in the refection and he chuckled. 

“Ah yes I remember…” he looked back at you and you looked up at him “and I remember something about… filming?” 

You bit your lip and nodded. 

“Tell me about that” he muttered breathlessly. 

“Well, the idea that you'd find me appealing enough to want to record me- it turns me on. Like that you'd like it enough to want to be able to rewatch the moment whenever you want… I don't know it's silly I guess” 

You hid behind your hands, which was not the right thing to do because Franco caught your wrists and pressed them into the bed above your head. 

“You are beautiful enough to record, and I would be a lucky man to have proof of what I'm about to do to you.” He hovered menacingly, his irises black with desire “and if you feel the need to hide yourself, then I am definitely going to tie your arms behind your back.” 

You gasped and he crawled off the bed. “Now strip” 

You ended up naked, on his lap with his hands running up and down your body in an effort to drive you to the brink of madness. 

And it was working. 

He had indeed tied your hands behind your back, just for the fun of it, to give him a taste of what you would let him do to you in the future. 

His eyes drifted to the mirror, which you had your back to, while he was facing it, and he groaned at the image. 

“Mi vida” he pressed a kiss to your lips “Can I take a picture? You look so good on top of me like this”  

You glanced back at the mirror and smiled. 

“Of course”  

He grabbed his phone and snapped a quick picture before tossing it further up the bed, for later. 

His clothed cock was starting to hurt, so he made quick work of his boxers and poisitioned his tip at your entrance. 

“You ready?” he winked, and you nodded, sinking down on him, inch by glorious inch until you were fully seated on his lap. 

You moaned low in your throat. He felt so good inside you, so perfect, you had to take a few seconds to recompose yourself. 

He bounced you on his lap a few times and you whined loudly in response.  

You let out little cut off ahh, aah, ahh's on every bounce and you could feel him deep inside you. 

His hands were on your hips to steady you as he grinned like a devil, continuing his movements. 

It was overwhelming, your legs were already jelly so you couldn't control the pace, you were just a dead weight for him to use as he pleased while he watched your tits bounce as he pounded into you from below. 

You couldn't even use his chest to stabilise yourself given that your hands were tied, so you let him bounce you like a ragdoll, hoping that your loud cries wouldn't disturb the neighbours. 

Eventually he stopped bouncing you and just rolled his hips lazily, making sure to hit all those spots inside you that would drive you wild. 

Your legs trembled and you whimpered pathetically.  

“Franco… please, I'm so close” 

He cooed and bounced you a couple of times to tease you and you mewled at the stimulation. 

“What do you need, baby?” 

You looked down at him, grinding your hips in circles in search of friction. 

“I need you to touch me, please I can't do it with my hands tied” you whined, frustration evident in your voice. 

He chuckled meanly and rubbed his hands over your stomach, up to cup your tits and tease your nipples, with that devilish grin still on his face. 

“Francoooo…” you whined and he laughed, the movement making you bounce slightly. 

“What? You didn't tell me where to touch, you need to be more specific” 

You eyes shot daggers at him and he just laughed at you, one of his hands going up to hold your neck firmly in his grasp, while his hips continued their maddening grind. 

He squeezed, very briefly cutting off your air flow and you moaned. 

“Tell me” he teased “Where do you want me to touch you?” 

“My- my pussy, please Franco”  

His hips bucked involuntarily at your whiny voice. He didn't know he'd be so turned on by you submitting so completely to him. 

“I need to come, please touch me, please” you chanted like a prayer as you got closer to the edge, but you needed that little extra push that you couldn’t do yourself. 

“Here?” 

The hand that wasn't around your neck travelled south, and his thumb ghosted over your clit as you gasped “yes! Yes please, right there”  

Tears were threatening to fall down your cheeks as you got more desperate, and you looked so pathetic he gave in to your pleading. He used his thumb to rub circles on that tight bundle of nerves, and bounced you gently on his cock at the same time. 

You all but shrieked, as you curled over on yourself when your orgasm hit, it was so strong. 

Your whole body was clenching and shuddering as the intense pleasure washed over you in waves. 

Before you could slump over completely, Franco lifted you up and flipped you so that you could lie on the bed while you slowly regained the feeling in your limbs. 

“Jesus Christ, Franco” you sounded winded and he chuckled. 

“Oh I am not done with you yet” 

Your head whipped up, and indeed he was still hard, admiring you from above while stroked himself lazily. 

Your eyes widened and you realised the man in front of you was a tad more sadistic than you thought. 

He helped you get off the bed and kneel on the floor, this time facing the mirror. 

“Look at yourself. Look how beautiful you are” he muttered from behind you as he untied your hands. 

“Now bend over darling, but keep your eyes focused on the mirror while I fuck you” 

You whimpered, doing as you were told as you leaned on your elbows, arching your back so that you could look at what he was doing in the mirror. 

Thank god for carpeted floors, because you were going to be quite bruised at the end of this. 

He snatched his phone off the bed, opening the camera app and looked at you. 

“I would be a fool not to film this, you are so pretty and exposed like this” he ran a finger up the inside of your thigh, gathering the evidence of your previous orgasm and bringing it to his lips. 

He pushed his cock inside you in one swift move, making sure the camera picked up the way your cunt swallowed him in greedily. 

Every thrust echoed in the room because of how wet your thighs were, and it was only getting worse because with this angle, he was hitting your g-spot dead on. 

“Fuck!” you hissed, and Franco could tell you were having trouble keeping your head up, so his other hand came to tangle in your hair and pull it up himself. 

That made your back arch even more and the angle hit deeper inside you. 

He filmed the way your breaths were coming out fast and uneven as your lidded eyes stared at him through the reflection. 

Franco could feel himself getting close, so he flipped the camera and leaned over you to prop his phone up against the mirror. 

He wrapped his arms around you, one coming back up to hold you up by your neck, the other going down to circle your clit once again. In this position he could use the leverage to pound into you harder than ever, moans tumbling from you both freely. 

It was almost animalistic, they way he rutted into you, and all you could do was take it. 

Your eyes met in the mirror, and he leaned in to pant in your ear “Look at the camera when you come, baby. I want to see it” 

He kissed your cheek sweetly and the contrast in behaviour sent you barreling into your second orgasm, gushing around him as he bullied his cock into you as hard as he dared, and with the noises you were making, you were definitely going to get a complaint from the neighbours. 

It only took a few more thrusts for Franco to come inside you with a deep groan. 

He held you like that, both of you panting and coming down from your orgasms as you waited for your breathing to even out. 

“Please tell me you're done now” you panted. 

He chuckled and kissed your cheek again.  

“For tonight, yes” 

You gave him an unimpressed look while he pulled out and reached for his phone to turn the video off. 

“What? Did you not enjoy tonight?” he asked with a smirk. 

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“I think the wet spot on the carpet speaks for itself” 

He giggled, wrapping you in his arms and kissing you deeply. 

“Well, we will be making more wet spots tomorrow” he said cockily. 

You hummed and looked up at him mischievously, giving him a quick peck before making your way towards the bathroom for a well deserved shower. 

His gaze followed your movements questioningly. 

“I suppose we'll be seeing who exactly will be making the wet spots, you just wait!”  

You called out the next words from the bathroom, and he froze, remembering what he'd admitted to the night before. 

“Until I get the strap-on out!…” 

𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 (𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷-𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓷𝓲𝓴𝓴𝓲 𝓼𝓲𝔁𝔁 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂)

your innocence drives nikki wild

warnings: slight angst, disgusting smut, corruption kink

tagging: @southerntigress @cigrttsftrsx @unknownperson246 @n1kkisixxspersonalchewtoy & @jules-sixx who might be interested in reading this! 😘

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You are visiting your best friend Frankie, staying with her and her single father since your parents are away on a business trip. It was over 100 degree heat in the month of August, you only wore a short pink plaid skirt and a camisole, deciding to not wear any panties or bra as you wanted your skin to breathe.

You walk in the house when Frankie answers the door hugging her like you’ve been decades apart. She goes to settle in the living room as you walk through the kitchen to get to the guest bedroom. Stopping in your tracks, you notice Frankie’s father Nikki making himself a cup of coffee. A topless women with a clear blue shall and panties from Victoria Secret comes into the room with a smile in her eyes, walking up to Nikki, she passionately kisses him sticking her tongue in his mouth as you watch while whimpering, feeling yourself get wet. You quickly get out of your trance and leave the kitchen to go to the bedroom that is waiting for you.

When you get to your bedroom, your heart skips a beat as you think about Nikki and the unknown woman. You drop your things on the ground and grab a pillow, lightly rubbing your breast as you guide your dripping wetness on the pillow, fucking yourself as you think about Nikki. You blush hard when you orgasm, liquid spraying out of you. You pant softly as you get yourself together.

Meanwhile, Frankie got a phone call from a mutual friend who told her, a boy she likes was at a local party and she needed to hurry if she wanted to meet up with him. Frankie was known to be an impatient person which was one of her flaws, she totally forgot about you, grabbing her Gucci messenger bag and running out the door before anyone saw her.

You walk back to the living room and see that Frankie is nowhere to be found. You were friends with her for only a short while so you didn’t know her bad habits about forgetting people. You sit on the couch as you start crying, your mascara running down your cheeks. You were hauntingly beautiful. Nikki walked into the room slowly when he heard your soft cries, wondered what happened as he sits with you without saying a word, taking you in his arms you lean into him and let all your sadness out.

“Hey sweetie, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He whispers to you.

“Oh, people always forget me. I didn’t realize Frankie would too.”

You gaze at his lips as you gasp for breath. Nikki knew his feelings towards you were wrong, but you looked so innocent and lost. He wanted to corrupt you so badly, he could literally taste you.

He puts his hand lovingly on your cheek, turning your face towards him as his fingers lightly rub your lips. You find yourself sucking his fingers getting them nice and wet, you moan as you feel your nipples erect wanting him to touch you under your skirt. Your face literally begging to be ruined.

Nikki creeps his wet fingers up on your thigh as you slowly start to pant. Getting closer to where you need him. He rubs your naked pussy up and down as he feels you squirt little droplets of cum. You need him to finger you, so you begin to rock against his fingers, moaning. Soon he rubs his fingers inside of you, laughing as his other hand chokes you. You know you’re going to burst at any moment. Nikki literally rips your skirt off as your cum sprays on his jeans. Your skin is glowing as you come down from your sexual high.

You lick Nikki’s tongue as you deeply kiss him, getting lost in a hazy feeling. Your hands finding his belt, you free him from his jeans and boxers. Seeing pre-cum drip from his dick. You slowly sit on him as he enters you. He takes his hands and roughly starts to fuck you, his hands leaving bruises on your skin. He is so fucking turned on by your innocence that he squirts his load inside your womb until you go blind with desire.

Both you and Nikki move to the guest bedroom to cuddle as your body feels broken by the most freaky encounter you never knew was possible.

the end

Dating Shawn Michaels Headcanons

When you first met him you thought he was a prick and he absolutely was one. You tried to avoid him because you heard the rumors about him being an asshole

You avoiding him definitely made him like you more. Shawn never realized it until he met you but he definitely enjoys the chase.

He finally gets you alone and for once doesnt act like a jerk off. He’s very nice even if it is just to get you to talk to him.

When you guys finally hit it off you try to keep things lowkey but that doesn’t work for Shawn. You’re pretty hot shit yourself and he wants everyone to know you’re with him.

He likes to grab you by the waist when he catches other guys looking at you backstage. He makes a show of grabbing your waist and giving it a little squeeze.

Being lowkey goes out of the window with Shawn. He makes you share a locker room with him. He won’t admit but he’s paranoid about guys trying to hit on you when he’s not around.

Taking care of him when his habits get a bit too out of hand. You always pull his hair back for him while he vomits in the toilet.

When no one is around you call him sugar. Shawn loves when you baby him after he’s feeling like shit and you call him that. “Come here sugar.” Just like that he’s slinking in the bed next to you while you play in his hair.

He asks you to move in with him fairly early into your relationship. He knows you’re the one and he wants to be under you all the time when he’s not on the road. Eventually he asks you to start traveling and staying in his hotels too.

Shawn loves that you’re different in that you’re honest with him. He might not like it and may even throw a little bitch fit but he knows you mean well.

Everyone is unsure how Shawn managed to bag you. He’s a major a- hole you’re a pretty little thing who’s pretty sweet for a top earner. None of the arrogance of your partner.

Original Ask: i saw that you’re opening requests for f1 drivers.. can i request angst to fluff with seb vettel where him and reader are dating but he breaks up with the her to focus on the wdc (set in 2013) and she ends up rebounding with fernando which makes seb really jealous,, anyways after winning he publicly confesses his love for the reader or something, u can choose whether the reader gets back with seb or stays with fernando idm teehee ❤️❤️ love youu (anonymous)

Word Count: 1095 words

(author's note: another longer one !! i did think i was going to have to postpone it but i managed to get it finished for you all 🩷)

Sebastian always knew he wanted to be a World Champion. Ever since he was a little boy in his racing kart, he knew he wanted to be one of the best racing drivers the world had ever seen. He also knew that he would sacrifice anything to achieve his dreams, but he never thought it would actually get to that point.

It was mid-way through the 2013 Formula 1 season and Sebastian was one of the strongest contenders for the Championship. His girlfriend at the time, Y/N, couldn't be more proud of Sebastian, especially since she knew how hard he had worked to get to his current position.

However, after a meeting with his strategists, team leaders and various other important people, Sebastian's perspective of his relationship had been tainted and darkened. Somehow the meeting had managed to brainwash him into thinking Y/N was a distraction. An enemy. An obstacle; preventing his Championship dreams from coming true.

The next step in Sebastian's Championship chase was a heated argument with Y/N in his drivers room. Insults were hurled, every single one out of anger, not one of them holding any truth. And then came the final devastating line;

“I'm done. We're over,” Sebastian said. His gaze was cold as he stared at Y/N, eyes void of any emotion.

Her lip trembled as she nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Y/N turned on her heel and headed towards the door. As her fingers grasped the handle, she hesitated.

“Good luck with the Championship. I hope it's worth it.”

With that, she opened the door and walked out.

Eventually the season came to a close. Sebastian Vettel was World Champion. Again. But something wasn't right. He should be happy, right? He had gotten what he wanted all along.

Wrong. All Sebastian felt while holding his trophy was guilt and regret. The pit in his stomach deepened even further when he saw Y/N in the crowd with a man's arm wrapped around her waist. His eyes moved to the face of the individual and he did a double take when he realised who it was.

Fernando Alonso.

Sebastian had been too caught up in training and strategizing to see that Y/N had moved on. He saw the adoration in her eyes as she looked at the man next to her. He knew that look all too well, because that's how she used to look at him.

Maybe they were just friends? Sebastian's brain was thinking of every possible explanation. He hadn't actually seen or heard any confirmation they were dating. Although he had been too caught up in his own life to even notice anything or anyone else.

Before he could realise, he was being forced into an interview on stage.

“Sebastian!” The interviewer began, “World Champion again, how does it feel?”

“Uh- yeah it feels great obviously, it's always been my dream to be up here, winning as many times as possible.”

“Do you have anything you'd like to say to the fans in front of you?”

“Well, thank you for all your continued support, it means the world to me,” He said smiling at the crowd, “But most of all, I want to say sorry to one person in particular. Y/N, I wish I could take back everything I said to you all those months ago. This victory feels hollow without you to celebrate it with.”

The interviewer looked stunned and so did the crowd.

Y/N's face dropped when she heard Sebastian's improvised speech. As she felt the weight of thousands of eyes on her, she began to move through the crowd. Pushing through bodies, she desperately tried to escape the masses of people. Fernando was hot on her heels, not wanting his girlfriend to be alone.

Sebastian saw her rush off through the crowd and he knew he had royally messed everything up.

"Y/N, wait! I'm sorry, just wait please-" Sebastian thrust the microphone he was holding into the interviewer's hand and scrambled off the stage. He shoved his way through the fans frantically, following the footsteps of his ex-girlfriend.

He eventually found her (and Fernando) outside the Ferrari garage. Y/N's face was pressed into Fernando's chest as she sobbed. Sebastian watched from afar, realising what he had actually done. He knew he needed to speak to Y/N, but he didn't know if she would want to speak to him.

Sebastian eventually mustered up the courage to walk over to the pair. Fernando spotted him first, his face twisting into one of disgust.

"What do you want Vettel? You have your Championship, come to ask for my girlfriend too?"

"No! I just- I wanted-"

"You were so bold a moment ago? Spit it out, don't you think you've done enough damage for one day?" Fernando spat.

"Look, I know what I did was wrong, and I want to apologise.”

Y/N moved away from her boyfriend's chest and looked up at the blonde man infront of her.

“I'll meet you in your drivers room Fernando, I'd like to hear this.”

The Spaniard nodded, pressed a kiss to Y/N's forehead and walked off.

An awkward silence fell over the pair.

"So, you and Fernando? When did that happen?"

"Why does that matter? We broke up months ago, Sebastian. I moved on, you clearly didn't."

"Look, I'm glad you're happy now. If I knew about you and Fernando I never would've made a scene, I promise. I just realised that all the Championships and celebrations have meant nothing without you.”

"Too little too late Sebastian. I wanted you to win as much as you wanted to win yourself. But you couldn't see that. You were blinded by your ambitions, and I couldn't compete with that.”

"I'm sorry.”

"I know you are.”

Y/N stared at Sebastian pitifully. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him gently. He was taken aback, but he accepted the embrace gratefully.

"You'll find someone else to celebrate with, you're Sebastian Vettel.”

"It still won't be the same without you.”

The pair finally broke out of the hug and tears glistened in Sebastian's eyes.

"Fernando's waiting for me, I should probably go. Goodbye Sebastian.”

"Goodbye Y/N. I hope you can forgive me someday.”

"I've always forgiven you Seb, before you even knew you were sorry."

With one last shared look, Y/N turned around and headed off to find Fernando, leaving Sebastian standing alone. He had achieved his dreams and more, but at the cost of his future.

Hi guys! I found this adorable photo of Lyle when he was a kid, holding baby Erik. Also Lyle looks so proud/happy to be holding Erik in this photo.

Braid Me || LH44 x Reader

Warnings: 18+, hand kink (if you squint), sub!Lewis, (kinda) degrading kink, oral (m)

Wordcount: 1.6k

I couldn’t find a gif where he didn’t have braids, so I settled for this picture instead 🤷‍♀️

She was comfortably laid in her bed. Softly tucked under her duvet

She groaned hearing her phone ring on the bedside table. She debated if she should pick it up or just let it ring through

She turned her body, picking her phone up. She looked at the screen

“What do you want, Lewis?” She asked, tone a little rougher than she intended

“Caught you at a bad time?” He asked, hearing her rough voice

“I was laying so comfortably until you called me” She explained, annoyed at hearing his chuckle “What did you want?”

“Can you help me redo my braids?” He asked, a sigh leaving his lips after he finished

“What? Why? Why me, I mean?” She asked, almost rambling as she sat up

“You’re good at it. You’re fingers are small and can handle it better than myself” He explained

“My fingers aren’t small” She said, sounding offended

“Sure, love” God, his voice always did something to her she was afraid to say “So… You wanna help me or not?”

“I hate you” She said as soon as he opened the door when she rang the doorbell “I’m only doing this because you said my fingers are small. They are not, by the way” She said, pushing past him into the hallway

He took her wrist, holding her hand beside his. Maybe her fingers were small, or maybe it was because his were big, but they did look small beside his

“They are small, love” He said, letting go of her wrist

Just keep touching me

It was something about his hands. The way she could still feel his touch on her wrist, or the way he would linger his touch on her a little too long

“Come on” He said, guiding her into the living room “Want anything to drink? Eat?”

“What do you have?” She said, sitting down on the comfortable couch

“Tea, coffee, hot chocolate, wine if you’re lucky” He said from the kitchen “I have some cookies, I think”

“Hot chocolate and cookies are fine, thank you” She said as he turned around to grab two mugs

“Here you go” He said, placing both mugs and the cookies on the coffee table in front of her

He sat down in between her legs, turning on the tv so he would be entertained while she would undo his braids and do them again

She started from the bottom, softly starting to undo his braids. She noticed the way he stiffened at her touch, which he always did, she didn’t really think about it

She also noticed the way he was only focusing on the tv, not touching his hot chocolate or the cookies, which is weird because he had put something about politics on, which he hated

She got the bottom row done, drawing her fingers through the locks, hearing his breath hitch for a second

“What’s the problem, Lew?” She put her hands on his shoulders, making him flinch slightly

“Nothing. Really, it’s not nothing” Never once looking up at him, afraid he would get lost in her eyes and become a blushing mess

“Okay. It’s just that you’re shoulders are stiff and you’re breath hitched” Her thumbs started circling his shoulders, making him hold his breath “I won’t ask anymore” She chuckled, pulling her hands back to his hair

She tried making small talk with him, but he came with short answers or hums

She had finally gotten the last braid undone “Comb?” She asked, holding her hand beside his shoulder

He placed it softly in her hand, shivering when she accidentally closed her hand around his fingers

She started brushing his hair, softly getting the knots out, getting it soft for her to braid again

She knew she promised to not ask again, but she kept thinking about the way his shoulders were stiff and his breath hitched or were held

“Turn around, Lewis” He hesitated, but did as she told him

He sat on his knees, heels digging in to his ass, his hands laying in his lap as he was looking up at her

“What’s wrong?” Her eyes were soft

It was the softness in them that he fell in love with. They way they could light up the entire room even in the middle of the night in a room with no light

“N-nothing” He looked down, feeling a blush creep up on his cheeks and down his neck

“Lewis” She hooked a finger under his chin, making him look up at her again

She noticed the way his pupils now were blown wide, covering the chocolate brown in his eyes

“Kiss me” His voice was low, just above a whisper “Please…?” His eyes flicked from her eyes to her mouth and back to her eyes

“Lew…” She sighed, subconsciously leaning further down, her hand dropping into her lap

“Please” He said again, putting his hands on her thighs, shifting in his position “I’ll do anything”

She cupped in jaw as his fingers tightened around her thighs. His breath hitched again when she leaned in

He kissed back immediately when their lips made contact. She meant it to just be one short kiss, but when she felt his lips on hers, she didn’t want to let go

She pressed their lips harder together, making him whimper. He managed to get up and into her lap without breaking the kiss

Her hands landed on his waist while his arms were around her neck, pulling her closer into him

Her tongue glided across his bottom lip, and he opened up without hesitation

The feeling of her tongue against his made a low moan slip from him, sending vibrations into her lips

Her hands traveled from his waist, over his hips, and landed on his ass. She squeezed him softly, drawing out a surprised yelp from him

“Please” He whimpered breathlessly, pulling slightly away from her lips so he could speak “Need you” His lips were still grazing hers

“Need me? How bad?” She asked in a teasing tone, lips going to his neck, making him moan quietly

“So fucking bad” His hands went to the hem of her shirt, tugging at it softly “Please. ‘M begging you”

Her hands went under his shirt, her lips away from his neck to pull it over his head and throw it carelessly on the ground

“Is that why you called me over? To get fucking laid?” She asked, hands tracing his abs, making him shiver

“N-no. I needed help with my braids” He said, eyes closed as his head laid in the crook of her neck

“And to get laid” She stated, hands working on his belt, loving the way he rolled his hips subconsciously

“No, but I was hoping” He let out a sigh when she finally got his belt off and zipped the zipper down

“This is not going to work like this” She sighed. She grabbed his hips turning them around so, he was sitting on the couch as she was on her knees in front of him

Her hands went back to the waistband of his jeans, hooking her fingers into both the jeans and his boxers, tapping his hip to lift up as she pulled them down

She helped him get out of the jeans so she could spread his legs and sit in between them, getting closer to his cock

“Just like that, baby” She says softly, kissing the inside of his thigh, earning a whimper from him as he throws his head back against the couch

She licks off the pearl of pre cum that had gathered on the tip, draw a moan from him and a shutter of his hips

She held his waist as her tongue circled around his tip, drawing lewd moans from him

“F-fuck. D-don’t tease. Please. Too sensitive” His hands gripped her biceps hard, nails digging into her skin through the sleeves

“What? Think you come from just this?” She asked teasingly before she resumed her actions

“If you keep going- fuck… Then, yes” His moans were like music to her ears. Music that hit just the right nerves “Please”

She gave in, hollowing her cheeks, taking all of him into her mouth, making him hit the back of her throat

She gaged around him, earning a whimper from him, making her smile up at him, starting to bob her head

“Fuck, please- Ah” He started bucking his hips, meeting her mouth halfway, hitting her throat at every thrust

“Please- Fuck- I’m gonna- Ah. Close” He was unable to form any proper sentence

She felt him twitch in her mouth, smiling to herself, she slowed down, which earned her a whine, but was soon replaced with even louder moans when she swirled her tongue around him again

“Yes- Fuck- Can- I need- I’m gonna” The ‘warning’ was the only thing he got out before he shot his cum down her throat, his whole body shaking

She swallowed all of his cum before standing up. Chuckling at the way he looked. Whole body covered in sweat, his curly hair clinging to his forehead, eyes closed, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace

“You okay, baby?” She asked, leaning down to kiss his jaw

“Mhm” He said, managing to open his eyes “Don’t think I can… Give you one more” He said honest, glossy eyes looking up at her

“It’s fine. We’ll do more another time. Come on, we’ll shower” She pulled him up from the couch, catching him when his knees gave out

“Another time? There’s gonna be another time?” He asked, placing his head into the crook of her neck

“Only if you want to” She said, helping him into the tub before starting the water

“Would like that” He said, leaning slightly forward so she could slide in behind him “Would really like that” He sighed, leaning into her touch behind him

GHOST who always struggled to show you affection whenever he wore his mask, the one that only uncovered his warm, brown eyes. Holding your hand or saying things wasn’t enough, but pulling down his mask all the way down to his chin was also unpractical.

That’s when he thought of it — nose kisses.

He doesn’t have to worry about his identity being discovered in public when he only pulls his mask down to his nose, so he can gently rub it against yours, making you giggle every single time.

Not only that become a way of showing off his affection in public, somehow it also started to become a habit to do it every single time. Even when his lips are on display and it is so easy to just kiss him properly, you always go first to softly rub your nose against his. Now every time he goes to work, you have to rub the tips of your noses gently together, it also became a great way of waking you up in the morning without straddling you with his harsh mouth kisses.

That became almost a label of your relationship, of the way that it is easy to be gentle in love.

That was oddly appealing of him

╰┈➤Dinner? || MS7 x engineer!fwb!reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, fwb, oral (f), fingering

Wordcount: 1.1k

Request: Michael in his prime at Ferrari and maybe a little fwb situation with an assistant or an engineer?

I know the request said fwb, but I love happy endings (unless you look at my tiktok), so did they end up in a committed relationship? Yes

Tag list: @isurvived3-11andimproud

Michael had won again, no surprise there

She walked up to his drivers room after she knew he had showered and changed. She knocked on the door softly, waiting for him to open up

“I told you to just walk in” He chuckled as he let her into the room

She turned around, walking closer to him, pushing him softly up against the wall “You won” She smirked slightly

“Nice observation. Good to know your eyes still work” He chuckled slightly

She stepped closer to him, trapping his body between hers and the wall, her hands working on his belt “Let me reward you” She said softly

He grabbed her wrists softly, pulling them away from him “As much as I like you on your knees, I’d rather have dinner with you tonight” He sighed, caressing the skin on her wrists with his thumb

“Dinner? Why? You never want dinner” She asked surprised

“Would you? My treat” He looked at her with the softest eyes she had ever seen. He never looked at her with that soft eyes, not even when he was needy

“I mean- sure” She shrugged slightly

“Good. Thank you” He leaned down, kissing her softly

She would be lying if she said that she didn’t enjoy the dinner, it was really nice, but she couldn’t help but be worried

He chose food over sex. He never chooses food over sex, not with her anyway

“Why are we at dinner, Michael?” She asked, putting her fork down beside her plate, looking up at him where he had stopped all movement of his body

“Can’t we just eat together?” He asked with a slight shrug

“Not when you chose it over sex. You never do that, and we never eat out together” She explained, her voice slightly worried

“You make it sound like I never treat you right- which you can tell me if I don’t” Now it was his turn to be worried- worried she felt used

“You treat me good, Michael- I’m just worried when you start doing things you never would’ve in the past” She had noticed it more recently, how he would start treating her more like a girlfriend than a fuck buddy

Leaving little gifts in her hotel room, or actually giving her them up front. Treating her to more snacks between sessions, sitting and talking to her more often than starring her down from the other end of the garage

“Look, I like this… Arrangement that we have but, I don’t want to just see you on race weeks, I want to see you everyday-“ He took her hand into his, his rough thumb caressing the back of her soft hand “-I want to wake up with you in my arms everyday, not just Monday morning after a race. I want to see you in my kitchen, preparing dinner because I can’t cook” They both chuckled slightly “I want to have you, y/n”

“You’re insane… For thinking I don’t want to have you too” She smiled softly

He was silent for a minute before he spoke up “You still want me to choose sex over food?” He asked with a slight smirk

They barely entered the hotel room before both their hands were on the other, kisses messy and wet- not that they cared in the moment

Her dress was quickly on the floor before he softly pushed her down against the bed, his head lowered between her thighs, kissing up and down the skin

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs, throwing them to the floor as well

She tugged at his hair softly, encouraging him to go closer to where she needed him the most

She gasped softly as he pressed his tongue against her clit, flicking it softly, his hands holding onto her thighs, keeping them open

She moaned softly when he slowly pushed two of his fingers into her, setting a soft pace as she got adjusted

He sped up his fingers and tongue, curling his fingers so he hit the spot that made her body shake, her vision blurry and his name falling off her tongue like a prayer

“Fuck- Michael- please. ‘M close” He knew by the way her walls were clenching down around his fingers and her thighs shook around his head

A few curls of his fingers more, and she came on his fingers and tongue, her body shaking and her throat sore from moaning too loud

She whined when he pulled away and out of her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand after having wiped his fingers on her inner thigh

“Please… I need you” She panted, her voice husky

“A little needy, no?” He chuckled, removing his shirt and throwing it to the floor

“Have you seen yourself in a mirror recently? Why would I *not* be needy?” She was still panting heavily as he got rid of his jeans and briefs

“No, but I have seen you, and mein gott” He kissed up her stomach, up between her boobs, over her collarbone, up her neck and to her lips, kissing her softly

She moaned softly into the kiss, hooking her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her arms around his neck, keeping him close

His head fell into the crook of her neck, both moaning softly when he slowly pushed himself inside of her

One of his hands were on her hip, the other arm bent by his elbow, holding himself up as he set a slow pace, getting her adjusted before he started moving faster

Her nails dragged down his back, leaving red trails on his skin, her moans getting louder while her back arched up from the bed

Her mind were too fucked out to cipher the different languages of praises that were spilling out of Michael’s mouth between kisses on her shoulder

“‘M close” She managed to get out between her moans

“Come for me, Liebling” He moaned softly, his thrusts getting sloppier and out of rhythm

A few sloppy thrusts later, and she was almost screaming his name, her walls rapidly clenching down around him as she came, her body shaking as well underneath his

A second later, he came, his hips stilled, spilling his cum into her, her name spilling out of his mouth in a quiet moan

He softly laid on top of her, both their breathing heavy and their bodies glazed with sweat, their messy hair sticking to their foreheads

”Ich liebe dich” His words were mumbled into the skin of her neck, but she heard them alright

“I love you too” She smiled softly, kissing the side of his head, caressing his back softly

Drowns the love (Reader x Benedict Bridgerton ft. Anthony)

Requested by: @awesomemikaus Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @floatlosers, @alex–awesome–22, @merlieve, @wildiefleur , @meyocoko , @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23, @melsunshine  , @venomsvl, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedrava-bitch-187, @erikasurfer , @slythetic  , @eliscannotdance, @p0nycurtis, @slythetic, @bitchybananaflower, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr

Summary: set in s1. Reader is married to Anthony yet he cares little for you. Head only filled with Sienna. Making you feel alone and miserable at any given time. Making you question why he married you in the first place. His brother Benedict starts spending time with you to fill in his brother's lack. Till one day, he finds himself in love with you

Holding you by your elbow, he opened the door. Pushing you inside. With stumbling feet you moved inside, nearly losing your balance. It was the first time you saw his room, making you take it all in with curiosity. When Anthony brushed past you, you looked back down. Expression settling with confusion as he moved from side to side.

Suddenly a coat on his arm as he made his way back to the door. Hand on the handle, door slightly creaked open as you spoke. – “Are… are you not staying?” – you asked. Anthony sighed loud, briefly closing the door more.  – “I am leaving for tonight.” – he responded. – “I…I don’t understand.” – you answered with furrowed brows.

“You can stay here, but I shall leave.” – he informed you, making himself clearer. – “But… but it is our wedding night. Surely you can stay with your newly wife right?” – you moved a bit closer to him in the hopes of understanding him. – “I shall speak with you later.” – he said moving the door more open, wanting to disappear through.

“Is there truly something more important than our marriage?” – you questioned. Anthony lowered his head with a deep sigh. – “I am not going to debate this with you.” – he answered firm, merely looking over his shoulder at you. – “I merely want to understand. You need to tell me…” – nearly begging him to make it clear.

“I do not need to do anything. I decide!” – he suddenly snapped at you, raising his voice. Making you blink surprised at the change of tone in his voice. – “I have decided, I am your viscount!” – words trembling with anger and force. Settling you back with fright. Making you move back, folding your hands together in front of you.

“My mistake.” – you responded, lowering your head. – “I thought you were Anthony. Forgive me, my viscount.” – sounding dull and formal, you curtsied at him. – “I shall not delay you any further.” – curtsying again in humbleness at him. The sudden shutting of the door with a loud thud, made you jump out of your skin. Threatened with such a harsh sound.

Aware of a coldness clasping around your heart, it set a heaviness in your chest. Stumbling back, you came sitting down on the edge of the bed. Staring in silence before you. Staring in wait for your newly husband to return. After a few hours, you laid yourself down under the covers.

Remaining quiet when you heard the door open creakingly. Pretending to be asleep, you listened in to the sounds. Footsteps shuffling in the room towards the other side of the bed. The blanket being lifted up. The warmth of a body joining you in the bed. The flowery perfume of a girl.  A girl.

With your back against him, you slowly opened your eyes. Needing no words for he had been with another girl. Another girl he felt more interesting than his newly wife. Soft snoring filled the room, letting you know he had fallen asleep. Slowly closing your eyes, a teardrop found its way down. His body barely touching yours. As if he was too afraid to get close.

Feeling rejected by him, you buried your face in your blanket to deafen out your sobs. Wondering what you had done wrong for him to seek comfort with a stranger instead of his newly wife. Feeling him turn in the bed, you held your breath. Arching your back as you didn’t want his touch. He deserved none.

His hand neared your back, inches away from it. Still hearing his soft snoring. The smell of her perfume on him fresher than ever. The nauseating smell made your stomach turn. Bathed in her scent, you could tell just how close they had come. Shaking your head, you didn’t want to smell it. Slipping out of the bed.

Creeping barefoot towards the door. Closing it behind you to be released from the clutching grip of her presence. Sighing soft, you stared into he empty darkened hallway. Knowing the entire household would be sleeping.

Not wanting to return to bed, to him, you went down the stairs. Quietly. Leaving tiny footsteps in the house’s belly. Reaching the drawing room, you went inside. Lighting a few candles. Wandering around, letting your finger trail over the table’ s edge.

An unfinished game of chess untouched from Hyacinth and Gregory’s game. Exhaling soft, you picked up a pawn, resetting it. Intrigued, you started to re-arrange all the pieces in their beginning’s position. Sitting down with a sigh. Letting a pawn balance under your finger. Boringly you moved the pawn forwards.

Gaze resting on the empty seat in front of you. Staring mindlessly at it for you had no one to play with. No partner as the loneliness started to kick in. Needing to do your very best to not cry. If this what marriage presented, you didn’t want it.

Upon a presence barging into the room, made you jump out of your skin with a loud gasp. – “Y/n?” – Benedict breathed out confused, lowering the candleholder in his hand. Exhaling loud as he needed to settle down. – “What… what are you doing up? It’s the middle of the night.” – Benedict spoke setting the candle holder away.

“I could ask you the same.” – you responded, staring back at the chess game. – “I…I… couldn’t sleep. Hells Y/n I thought there was a burglar upon seeing the light come from under the door.” – he panted out, his heart rate slowing down as the danger had passed.

“I’m sorry.” – you responded, looking down at your lap. Benedict approached you. – “What are you doing here all by yourself. Should you not be with my brother?” – his brows furrowed in confusion. You could not respond, for you didn’t know what to say.

His gaze went down on the chess board, seeing a pawn being set up ahead. Curling up a smile, he pulled the other chair back. Coming to sit opposite from you. – “Playing chess with yourself is awfully dull. May I join you?” – he asked. Shrugging your shoulders a bit, you didn’t mind.

Benedict came leaning forwards, fingers holding his chin with a thoughtful expression. Moving his hand to the board, he moved a pawn forwards. – “Has my brother given you hell?” – he spoke, gaze glued to the board. Pawn in your hand, you froze. Gaze widening as you wondered how he knew.

Benedict furrowed his brows once more when you didn’t seem to respond. Seeing the frightful glance in your eyes, made him chuckle. – “I was just teasing.” – responding to wave the matter away with no attachment. You nervously set your piece down.

Benedict set upon his turn a piece. Watching you and your next move. – “I don’t know what he is giving me.” – you said softly. Benedict frowned. You noticed it, smiling softly. Moving yourself up your seat, you came leaning over the board to press a finger against his forehead.

“Didn’t your mama tell you that frowning too much makes wrinkles?” – you laughed out. Benedict stared at your face for a moment. Taking your finger from against his forehead, lowering it to his chest. – “Maybe I like wrinkles.” – he responded, moving your finger from side to side. You laughed again.

“I very much doubt that.” – sitting yourself back down as he let go of your finger. – “No one likes wrinkles.” – you added, brushing your hands over your skirt. – “Maybe I do.” – Benedict responded, frowning his forehead specially for you. Making you laugh more at how he was toying with you.

He scrunched his nose with a silly smile, as it nearly made you choke on your laughter. – “Calm Y/n, calm. Don’t go dying on me now.” – Benedict spoke haven risen from his chair. Slapping your back as you ended up coughing. – “I’m… I’m fine…” – saying out of breath, you moved your hand behind you for him to stop butchering your back.

His slapping turned to soothing. Palm running lovingly over your back. – “You good?” – questioning a second time to be certain. Humming loud with a nod, you let him know it was alright. – “You should head back to bed.” – he stated with a concerning glance. – “I…I don’t want to.” – you really didn’t want to.

You didn’t want to be infected by her venomous perfume that captured your husband. Looking up, you felt the loneliness kick in again. It was stilled for a moment with his presence. Now that he appeared to be leaving, it roared louder than before. – “Will you stay?” – asking. Begging.

Benedict saw the pleading in your eyes. Making himself lower down to make it easier for you to look upon him. Crouched by the table. One arm resting on the table, the other over his knee. – “Of course.” – his voice soft and soothing. Nodding shakingly, you were relieved that he wished to stay with you. Benedict got back up, sitting in the chair to finish the game of chess till early in the morning.

Anthony was barely surprised to see you were up early. Unaware that you had not slept the night in his bed. – “Morning family.” – he addressed, looking over at his siblings. You curled up a smile, awaiting to be addressed. Perhaps last night was a mistake and now he would fully dedicate himself to you.

Anthony let his gaze go briefly to you. – “Wife.” – he said before going over to the table where Gregory and Hyacinth were. The choice of words was gut-wrenching. Tearing you apart for you had hoped he would have given you mercy. Smile immediately faltering. Your gaze locking briefly with Benedict from across the room.

His brows once more furrowed, clearly trying to understand his brother’s approach. After breakfast you went over to your husband. – “Anthony I thought we cou-“ – words suddenly caught off by him. – “I have no time.” – he responded, taking his coat. – “Are… are you leaving again?” – you questioned.

“Yes, is that a problem?” – he stated, narrowing his eyes at you. Daring you to say it was. Slouching your shoulders, you took a step back. – “No.” – saying softly with a lowered head. – “Good, don’t stay up for I shall not be here.” – were his final words as he took his leave. The slamming of the door making you jump out of your skin.

Turning saddened around, your gaze widened upon seeing Benedict by the door opening. Having listened in. Ashamed, you fluttered your eye lashes quickly to avoid crying. – “Y/n.” – Benedict said when you walked past him. – “Y/n!” – he repeated going after you, reaching for your hand to take.

His grip went around your wrist, pulling you towards him. Making you nearly bump against him. – “I…I have no excuses for him.” – he said in a way to apologize for his brother’s behaviour. – “I don’t want any.” – you responded, pulling your hand out of his grip. Running away from his presence as you couldn’t take it anymore.

The demising words of your husband. The lack of love. The care for another that you could never be. Making you wonder why he ever married you in the first place. For all the charm he had towards you burned the moment he got married to you. Making you wonder if he ever loved you.

That night you were back downstairs. Sitting by the window, staring outside in the darkness. The door creeped open once more, uncaring to you. – “I figured you would be here.” – Benedict speaking as he entered more, closing the door behind him.

Nervously he approached you. – “May I keep you company?” – he asked, fumbling with his hands. You slowly looked upon him with teary eyes. Staring at him, captivating. Nodding with an agreement, surrendering to his presence. Benedict neared, coming to sit with you on the sofa. Looking out of the window as well.

“I’m sorry for my brother.” – he said. – “You keep apologizing for him.” – you responded, fidgeting with your nails. – “I know…” – his voice hoarse. Exhaling soft, you let your head rest on the railing, laying on your arm. Batting your eyes up to him. Benedict came laying his head down as well. Gazing back at you in silence. Bathing in your presence with a hidden smile on his lips.

Night after night you went downstairs. Whilst your husband was visiting the other girl. Benedict kept you company. Sitting in silence with you or playing games of chess, cards or pass the time outside. Anything to pass the hours. Anything to make you forget about your husband and the marriage you had found yourself in.

On a fortnight you found yourself once more downstairs. Standing by the window. Staring outside. Benedict approaching you. Coming to stand beside you. Sensing him near, made you glance briefly at him before looking back at the glass. – “It hurts me to say this, but it hurts me more to stay.” – speaking a truth you had been harbouring inside you.

Fingers bleeding from picking up the pieces Anthony made of you. – “Y/n, please.” – Benedict responded touching your elbow. – “I just want anything that's left of me.” – words hoarse with a whisper for you didn’t know how much more you could take.

Turning your head, you lifted your gaze up, meeting up with his saddened eyes. Blinking softly at his staring gaze. Brows slightly furrowing with the anew emotion inside of him. Something you rarely had seen. – “Please…” – he begged again, fingers setting deeper into your elbow.

“I don't want any of it anymore.” – you responded with tears in your eyes. Benedict moved his hand to your cheek, shuddering out a breath. – “Take your heart somewhere else.” – he whispered nearing his face to you. Nose almost touching yours. Pulling a bit back, hesitant for what he was about to do. Yet in this moment he didn’t want to lose you.

If his brother could not see what he cherished, he would. With a shuddering breath, he guided his head more down. Lips pressing gently on your cheek. Taking his time before moving his face in front of you once more. Gaze downwards to your lips. Lowering to kiss your lips tenderly. Short and still hesitant. Yet the moment his lips had touched yours, he surrendered kissing you once more. Longer and deeper for you to feel his love. A love his brother couldn’t give you.

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