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my gravity’s center | leo x fem reader | childhood friends to lovers
17ha asked: Childhood bestfriends to lovers with Leo ??🌸smut if you want🌸jealousy/ possessiveness maybe ??🌸whatever you decide will be great🌸
ty for the request! childhood friends to lovers is such a cute trope 💜 i wasn’t able to include too much of the jealousy but i hope you like it anyway! i was totally inspired by their pics from the workshop photoshoot, so you get to go for a drive this time 🙂↕️🚗
summary: Leo’s been in love with you, his best friend, for years, but the time was never right for him to confess to you. After you break up with your boyfriend and he’s getting ready to debut with ALD1, you finally find the time to go for a drive and he decides to take the chance he should’ve taken years ago.
tags: reader is a star creator and also leo’s childhood friend, love confession, making out, fingering, car sex
word count: 3.4k
Message from: Leo 🦁💞
just got off work. wanna go for a drive?
Even though it was late, you immediately cheered up at receiving a text from Leo.
The last time you and Leo had hung out in person was… almost a year ago, now. He had been busy with Boys Planet, needing to concentrate on the competition and now preparing for debut. You had been best friends since you were young, so of course you supported him in any way you could. You and Leo had messaged and video chatted with each other as much as you could, but of course nothing could compare to meeting him in person, being able to disconnect from the digital world and simply enjoying each other’s company. He was—still is—one of your closest friends. You’d grown up together, play fighting, hanging out at each other’s houses, even talking about crushes.
Something you had never admitted to him, though, was the crush you had developed on him. It had been the kind of thing that took you by surprise, something you only realized once it had already happened. And by then, you were sure he only saw you as a friend, a sister, rather than a potential girlfriend. With how long you’d known each other, you’d thought that your relationship was destined to remain platonic. And with him as a trainee, now preparing to debut as an idol, he wouldn’t get into a relationship anytime soon.
So you had buried your feelings, taking on the role of the best friend. It was just a youthful crush. And how could you have avoided it? He’s handsome, funny, creative, with a voice that melts you inside every time he sings. But you’d decided to step back. Leo was going to be out of your league, if he weren’t already. And in the meantime, you’d had some relationships of your own, though none really lasted long.
You had broken up with your now ex-boyfriend some months back. The breakup had been a long time coming, but it still hurt… and you had missed being able to talk about it with your best friend.
And, finally, he had gotten a few days off from his seemingly endless work. He immediately messaged you the day his vacation started, in the evening after he finished work. He wanted to see you right away and didn’t want to wait, and neither did you, so even if it were late and you were already in pyjamas, you had said yes.
You’d changed into a shirt and jeans, pulling on an oversized hoodie for warmth. You were just going for a drive, after all, and you didn’t need to dress up. Even so, when you see his car pull up in front of your place and you come out to greet him, the way he smiles at you and pulls you in for a tight hug makes you feel like a million bucks.
“It’s been so long,” you say. “I missed you!”
“I missed you too,” he says, pulling back from the hug slightly to look at your face. He looks even better, more mature, but the warmth in his eyes is familiar. That had never changed. “So that’s where my hoodie went.”
You smile. “It’s been a year. Did you forget?”
He shakes his head. “No, keep it. It looks good on you.”
You pull it on tighter as both of you get in the car, you riding shotgun, him behind the wheel. As he drives, the two of you catch up with what’s been going on in your lives. Leo especially has a lot to share, since he hadn’t had regular access to his phone during Boys Planet.
“I voted for you everyday,” you say, showing a screenshot on your phone. “I talked about it a lot, you know. How my best friend is going to become an idol. And now here you are.”
“Here I am.”
Even without smiling, he looks happy, out on this peaceful drive with you. You recognize the look on his face, the expression that says he's deep in thought, reminiscing on something. The soft music of his playlist, the quiet road and the sea… you love this, these private moments you get to steal away with him. Now that both of you are older, busier, they’re all the more precious to you.
“Honestly… it feels like everything is perfect, especially right now.” He inhales deeply, as if taking in the coastal air, the slight tang of salt coming off the sea. “We’re getting ready to debut, and I’m driving with a beautiful view and you by my side.” He glances to the side, at you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Well… almost perfect.”
“Almost? Why almost?” you ask.
“Lately I’ve been thinking… None of this would have happened if I hadn’t taken the chance to return to the idol world, to join the show with one of my best friends. What I’m trying to say is that… when I stopped being afraid to take chances, it paid off. I was scared, but the risk was worth it.”
You nod, letting him say his piece. He seems to be in a contemplative mood, one that usually only ever comes out when he’s alone or with you.
“There’s one chance I regret never taking, though. I didn’t get the opportunity.” A furrow appears between his brows, the memory clearly an irritating one.
“What was it?” you ask. “What stopped you?”
His fingers tap on the wheel, a familiar nervous tic of his as he turns his gaze to the sea and keeps it there.
“Your boyfriend. Well, ex, now.” He stops tapping, now tightening his fingers on the steering wheel. The tension seems to build in him, in the uncharacteristic way he won’t—can’t—look at you, his normally confident voice so uncertain. When he continues he’s quieter, nervous.
“I’ve liked you for a long time. But there was never a good time to tell you. Then you started dating him, and I tried to be happy for you, but I couldn’t pretend to be.”
While he speaks, you're frozen in your seat. Is this real? You want to pinch yourself. Meanwhile, he presses his lips together, willing himself to continue.
“I was… I was jealous,” he says. His eyes are still fixed on the horizon. If he looks at you, he might lose his nerve.
“I wanted it to be me instead. To be the person you were dating. But I couldn't get the timing right. So, now, while I finally have you here… I wanted—no, I needed to tell you. I like you. I'm… in love with you.”
There it is. He's confessed to you.
After a long moment of silence, you finally speak up.
“You… love me?” You almost can’t accept that this is real, that he’s really saying these words to you. Another part of you feels that this was inevitable, somehow, that it was always going to be him. Your Leo. He glances at you and nods.
“Yeah. I do.”
It’s quiet, but sure. He looks at you now, and you can see the naked vulnerability in his expression, the bob of his throat as he swallows.
“You don't have to say anything,” he adds after a long moment. “I just wanted to let you know. Before it was too late.”
Another fragile silence stretches between the two of you. Every second feels like an hour as you try to gather your thoughts, to respond to his feelings.
You need to let him know, too. You reach over to take his hand. He removes it from the steering wheel, lets it rest over the center console so you don't have to stretch so far. Your hand in his is warm, familiar. They fit together perfectly, and you don't hesitate when you say—
“Leo, I love you too.”
As your words sink in, his doubt quickly fades, replaced by a wide smile and a squeeze of your hand. He leans in close.
“Can I kiss you?”
You barely nod when his other hand finds its way to the back of your neck and pulls you in. Your lips meet and he gasps against your mouth, a tense breath finally exhaled when he kisses you.
Your eyes close. His lips are so warm and soft on yours. It's everything you want… and yet you can feel he's holding back. You don't want him to. Now that you've confessed to each other after all this time, you don't want to leave anything out.
You let out a soft noise into his mouth, letting him know that you're feeling good, and kiss him harder. He seems to take the hint, cupping your face and deepening the kiss. You let your hands wander over him, feeling his chest, his shoulders, as much as you can without abandoning your seat for his lap.
“God,” he groans out in between kisses. “I've wanted to kiss you for so long.”
“Right now, your timing is perfect,” you say. “Why did we wait this long?”
“Because you had a boyfriend,” he points out. “And I was stupid. I only realized I liked you after you got together with him.”
“You have me now,” you say. He smirks.
“Do I? And if I ask you to come sit on my lap to continue where we left off, will you do it?”
In response, that's exactly what you do. You climb over the center console and straddle his thighs, settling on top of him. He drags the driver's seat back as far as it will go, giving you enough space. His smirk grows into a smile as his hands find their way to your hips, holding you there.
His teasing tone softens again as he holds you close. “You're unreal,” he whispers. “I've wanted you all this time. If I’d known… I thought you only saw me as a friend.”
“I thought the same,” you say. “That's why I dated someone else… I didn't think I had a chance.”
He shakes his head, already leaning in for another kiss. “You were so, so wrong.”
This time, you feel his tongue, still tentative. You encourage him by meeting it with your own, letting out a soft moan. He matches your energy near instantly, pouring out all the pent up longing, the desire he's kept hidden. His hands roam upwards, fitting into the curve of your waist, tracing the line of your spine, as if learning your shape and trying to commit it to memory.
Soon, his kisses migrate from your mouth to your jaw, then your neck. You tangle your fingers in his hair and moan as he brushes his lips over a sensitive spot, and he groans against your skin.
“Fuck, you're perfect,” he mumbles, nuzzling your neck. “I want more of you… I want to kiss you all over.”
“Please,” you whisper. “Don't stop.”
“Dangerous,” he murmurs. “Keep talking like that and I won't be able to hold back.”
“We've both wanted this for years,” you say. “So don't.”
He shuts up then, sealing his lips over a spot on your neck and sucks, leaving a mark and making you moan again. He finds his way back up to your lips and you hold him close, wanting to kiss him again.
Your childhood friend. Your Leo. You love him, and he loves you too.
When he pauses for breath, he pulls back to look at you, eyes wide and dark.
“You're so beautiful,” he says. “How did I get so fucking lucky?”
You feel yourself blush, shy. “I'm not even dressed up.”
“I don't care,” he says. “You're always beautiful to me. No matter what you're wearing… or not.”
“Yeah?”
Every nerve feels like it's on fire from anticipation. You shrug off his hoodie, then pull off your t-shirt. Even with the car heater on, you feel goosebumps raise on your skin. Leo's eyes never leave you, his hands gripping you tight as he caresses your curves.
“I've dreamed about this, but… the real thing is so much better,” he says. “Come here.”
He pulls you in by the hips and this time, he scatters kisses across your chest, gently squeezing each breast before putting his mouth on one nipple, teasing it to full hardness with his tongue.
“Oh… god…” You try not to whimper as you arch your chest up into his mouth. His other hand guides your hips to grind down on him, and you can feel how he's tenting his jeans.
“So hot,” he murmurs. “Let me just…”
His hand slips inside your waistband and lower, until his fingers find the damp fabric of your panties.
“Don't stop,” you whisper again. “I want everything.”
His fingers push your underwear aside and he hisses out a breath as he flicks them against your clit, feeling how slick you've gotten. You moan sweetly, finally getting his touch where you needed it most. Wanting to return the favor, you reach down, placing your hand over the bulge in his pants.
“Ahh… wait,” he says, placing his free hand on yours. “Later. I wanna concentrate on you.”
“Okay…” You put your arms on his shoulders. “Kiss me?”
“You're so cute,” he says, before capturing your lips again, and he continues moving his hand between your legs. “Feel good for me. I just want to listen to you moan.”
When he uses his mouth on your nipples and his fingers on your clit, dangerously close to slipping inside your dripping pussy, you feel like you could come already, sensitive from his touch. Slowly, he eases one finger in, then a second, rubbing you with his thumb. Like he'd said, you can no longer keep your voice in, sounds of pleasure escaping you as he edges you closer to climax with every thrust of his hand.
“Close,” you gasp.
“Do it,” he says, “Come on my fingers, baby.”
He curls them into your sweet spot and your vision whites out as you shatter into orgasm, your pussy pulsing around his fingers as they pump in and out of you.
Once he pulls them out and you start to calm down, you turn your head and kiss him, hard and messy.
“You sound so good when you come,” he mumbles between kisses. “Better than any song I could write.”
“You're just saying that,” you reply, and laugh a little. He smiles and gives you more playful pecks, on your lips and cheeks.
“I mean it,” he says. “I can't believe we're hooking up in the car like teenagers.”
“If we hadn't been dumb, we could've been doing this all this time,” you say. “I kinda like it, though.”
“Do you? I didn't think you'd be so naughty.” He nips at your neck again, at a spot he's learned is sensitive, and gets rewarded with your moan.
“Speaking of that though…” He pauses, looking at you. “I really want to fuck you.”
You make a point to grind down against the front of his jeans. “Good, because I want you to.”
He inhales sharply. “Fuck. Take off your pants.”
With some maneuvering, you get your pants off and he undoes his. You can't help but lick your lips, reaching for his cock. He's so, so hard when you circle your hand around him, hips instinctively jerking into your touch.
“I have a condom in my bag,” he says. “In the back—let me just—”
You take just a second to think about it. You shake your head, and his eyes widen.
“Wait, seriously? You don't want to use it?”
“No,” you say. “I'm clean, and I'm sure you are…” He nods in affirmation. “I trust you,” you add, before whispering, “and I really want you to fuck me raw.”
“God, you're gonna be the death of me,” he groans. “Come sit in my lap—”
You do and you finally get to rub against him, skin-to-skin. He groans again and lets his head fall back, voice low and guttural. You’ve always loved his voice, and he sounds even prettier like this, overtaken by pleasure.
He brings his head back up to look at you. “Babe, please—need you—”
Neither of you can wait any longer. You adjust your seat on him and he slides inside you, a single smooth motion that cuts off both your words and chokes off his breath.
“Oh, fuck,” he grits out. “You’re so—”
You’ve never seen him so speechless. His hands grip your hips, tight. With a soft moan, you slowly start to move.
“Oh my god… Leo…” You look at him through your haze of pleasure. With every move, he’s filling you so well, learning which angles you like, how to hit all your sensitive spots with every thrust in.
“Good?” he asks, voice breathy. You nod.
“Better than I ever imagined.”
“You—” He abruptly buries his face in your neck and lets out a heavy breath. “Can’t believe I never thought to confess to you—you were imagining this—”
“Leo.” You call his name again, wanting to see him. He pulls back to look at you, before he kisses you, hot and heavy.
“Ride me, grind on me,” he says against your lips. “Do whatever you like. I need you to feel good—feel how badly I’ve wanted you all these years.”
You moan as you speed up, his hands on your hips guiding you. He meets your every move, not wanting to leave you to do all the work on your own. The sound of your moans and your skin slapping together nearly drowns out the music.
“Want you to be mine,” he says. “Say it—I need to hear you say it—”
“I’ve always been yours,” you gasp out. “Always, Leo—fuck—”
“Are you close?” Judging by his ragged breaths, he must be. “Need you to come on me, baby.”
“Yes,” you reply. “But I need…”
One of his hands grabs your ass while the other busies itself between your legs, stroking your clit while you ride him. It’s exactly what you need to come again, crying out his name as your pussy pulses around him. Heat rushes through your veins, stars blinking behind your eyelids.
You vaguely register him cursing before he slams you down on his cock one, two more times, then a louder moan as he comes deep inside you. Feeling him spill inside you and his fingers keeping up on your clit prolongs your orgasm, your thighs trembling from the sheer strength of your climax.
Soon, you both slow to a stop. You’re panting and boneless in his lap, totally tired out. Leo wraps his arms around you and leaves kisses on your forehead and down your cheek, his own breaths still coming rapidly.
“Oh my god,” he exhales.
“Oh my god,” you agree, nodding, still leaning on him.
“Kiss me.”
You look up and he puts a hand beneath your chin, lifting it to meet your lips. It’s passionate, and soon turns gentle, both of you needing to calm down.
“I love you,” you say. “I’m glad I can say that now.”
“Me too,” he says. “This is all out of order, but… will you be my girlfriend?”
You put your arms around his neck. “My best friend, becoming my boyfriend? I dunno…”
“I know it might be a lot…” His voice is quieter now, serious. “You can take your time…”
You shake your head. “I’m just teasing you,” you say. “I would love to be your girlfriend.”
“You scared me,” he says, shaking his head fondly. “I want—no, I need you in my life. So much is changing… even us. But one thing’s for sure. I love you. I’m happy you’re willing to be with me.”
“I know a lot is happening. But I wanna be there for you, as much as I can.” You give him a sweet kiss and he hugs you close. “Things can only get better from now on.”
“A lot better, now that I’m your boyfriend.” He smiles. “Now I have a date for Christmas.”
“You owe me a proper first date,” you say with a grin. “I’ll look forward to it.”
something about a man with shoulders so broad you’re forced to spread embarrassingly wide to compensate for his size when he’s between your thighs eating you out, making it impossible to hide or close your legs from how good it feels…..
because IMAGINE like. he would be the softest daddy dom ever.
imagine him sitting you on his lap, telling you that your daddy's gonna take care of you. he gives you these slow, deep kisses that make you wet, leave you wanting more, but you have to be patient, be his good girl so he'll give you what you need. you melt into his arms, you promise to be good.
he whispers you lots of praise. daddy loves his baby girl so much, he can't help but spoil you, pulling your soaked panties to the side and slipping his fingers inside of you while kissing your neck. he tells you how pretty you look, how sweet you sound as you fall apart on his fingers.
then, finally, when you're just about to come, he pulls them out. you whine in protest, until you feel his length pressing up against you. you're not above begging for it, for your daddy's cock in your pussy, and how can he deny his princess what she wants so, so badly?
I'm alive!! just super busy with work n life stuff but i promise I'm still working on my fics 🙏🏽
what do we think about Formula? it took a few listens but the song has grown on me, it's pretty catchy~ I'm excited for the debut album, I'm so curious what it's gonna sound like i hope they give Arno more lines tho
so ALD1 just dropped their schedule for upcoming releases and? the debut track is dropping on DEC 3? omg i'm not ready i thought it would come out in January
also i can already foresee the Formula 1 AUs popping up. the title is literally Formula & the preview is a racecar wheel
