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hoseoksluna · 1 month

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WHITE | jjk

pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x wine!oc

genre: smut

word count: 8.1k

summary: craving white wine, your boyfriend would do anything for you—even let you dom him.

pinterest board: wine

warnings: alcohol consumption, wine!oc is dominant and she's enjoying it, plushie used in a sexual intercourse, dd/lg, jk is desperate and so horny, hand job, oral sex (m. + f. receiving), fingering, squirting, raw sex, the importance of sex being imperfect, use of sex toys — yes, plural, dirty talk, spanking, face riding

note: i'm genuinely sorry for this—SDFKJDSLFJDSLFJS. this is the last wine drabble <3 i loved writing about them again, ugh i missed my babies so much. would you, guys, also like me to write two drabbles about the steam series? i feel like it would only be fair like this. vote in the poll below, pwease. <3 hope you like this last installment.

Your boyfriend has an immense, insane amount of energy.

You have partly yourself to blame. It’s Saturday night, summer at full blast and you felt it thrumming so deeply and intensely within your veins that you found yourself craving your most favored mood-lifter in the world.

White wine.

You’ve almost spent every weekend drinking myriads of different alcoholic beverages, but the white nectar is something you’ve quite neglected. Well, not so much as neglected, but forgotten about entirely. The last time you drank it, you and Jungkook were on far, far different terms. Fuck buddies with a degradation kink, skipping a party because you got horny again. You wonder if things would’ve turned out the same way if you hadn’t decided to spice up your getting ready time with that drink. Would it change the course of events that led him to confess his feelings for you? Would you have allowed yourself to fall for him, had he not made you drunk with his allure?

You only had to mention your thirst and Jungkook was quick to get up to his feet, take his keys, phone and wallet and he was out the door before you could say anything else. Your fond giggles vibrated across the room—so much that Bam lifted his head and jumped on your lap and so you spent the remaining time alone cuddling with the canine friend, catching up in your lovey-dovey dog language, kissing him all over until you dolled him up with red lipstick marks.

He looked so good. Was happy about it, too, because when his Daddy came back, he was similarly quick to show him.

And Jungkook, he laughed so hard that he clutched his own stomach, doubled over, his shoulders shaking. Then, he sat next to you on the couch, pulled you in for a hug as if he hadn’t seen you in years and very solemnly told you that it was his turn now.

The words that tumbled out of you were so swift, without any kind of embrace of thought beforehand, that you didn’t have the time to consider the consequences they would come with until they dazzled you. Through and through, ridding you of your sense of sight.

“You’ll get your kisses only if you show me that you bought the wine.”

Jungkook’s eyes grew in size, darkened in nightly fashion. Twinkles flickering, dimly. The atmosphere, the dynamic and energy shifted, folding into something you haven’t yet experienced in such depth, calming your eyes until they blended back into normalcy. And you wouldn’t perceive it for what it truly was, had Jungkook not wordlessly left to fetch his bag from the convenience store, along with a corkscrew and two glasses, and had he not crouched in front of you.

The view left you stunned. The blatantly obvious fact, too.

The fact that, somehow, you were in control.

And it was so different from the last time due to a simple reason. Jungkook wasn’t the one who initiated it. Didn’t tell you to be in charge. Didn’t give you his control in words, in commands. No, it happened arbitrarily, on its own and Jungkook submitted to it. Submitted to you. Put down his control once he lowered his form between your knees, giving it to you this way, silently.

A thing of utter beauty, filling you up with vibrancy, enthusiasm and… passion.

He showed you his haul, unloading it onto your lap. Sparkling white wine in a golden bottle, dog treats, cheese and crackers and… Miffy.

Miffy in a way you haven’t seen her before.

Made into a sleeping position. Black eyes shut, round butt risen in the air, even rounder tail perked, body soft and drowsy. Bigger than the bunny resting alone on his bed in the other room.

You purred, squeezing her hard before you hugged her to your chest, careful not to smear your makeup on her when you pushed her up to your neck. Looked at your quite small boyfriend with a ravening gaze as you said, “You got bunny a sister, how cute. Well done.”

Your praise coaxed a noise out of Jungkook that you never heard before, one that stirred the eternally slumbering beast in you that had not once seen the night enveloping you. A concoction, most delicious and arousing, of a whimper and a hum. It settled within your core, teasing you there, making you want more. You told him, or the beast more like, to open the wine and he obeyed, right away.

You watched him do it. Watched the flexing of his muscles, tense beneath the fabric of his tiger-print shirt. Watched him not spill a drop and then pour you a glass until it almost overflowed. He handed it to you, expecting you to take it from him, but you caught him off guard.

“Taste it for me first.”

His mouth fell agape. Remained parted when he immediately brought the glass to his lips and took a large sip. Your eyes followed the bobble of his throat as he swallowed and you gave him a big smile for it. A praise, too.

“Good. Let me have a sip now, my hands are full.”

In typical fashion, he drew close to you until your knees squeezed him in, legs wrapping around his torso. One hand wrapped around your hip, the other tipped the glass to your mouth and you looked at him and did not stop until you took a big gulp.

“More.”

He tipped it again. “Tastes good?”

You nodded, liking the sweetness and the fizziness, but this time you didn’t swallow the nectar. Jungkook set the glass down, along with his haul, averting his gaze momentarily and you cupped his chin, bringing it back to you. Leaned in and, in a heated kiss, you spewed the wine out into his mouth. He gasped, pulling away, flushed cheeks a tiny bit full, lips pursed, one mouth end wet with a trickle flowing down. It would’ve been an adorable sight, had his eyes not narrowed, darkened further more and pierced you with such intensity that your clit gained a drum.

Your finger felt for the top button of his shirt. “Swallow. Don’t be messy.” He did. Swore. Breathed hard. You undid the button, lifting your digit to wipe his chin clean, smearing it on his bottom lip until he opened for you. You plunged in. Let out a low sound of delight once he wrapped his puffy lips around it.

And now here you are staring at each other, finger in mouth. His newly secured energy pulsating in him, seconds away from bursting, brutally. You can see it, vividly, and you prepare yourself for it—blaming partly yourself and, feignedly, the palatability of the white nectar for being the cause behind it. He’s waiting for the next move, countenance terribly solemn and stiff. His hands must be oh so itching to take over, but he sticks to the unspoken, patient and good.

Taking out your finger gently, you undo the rest of his buttons, aware of the shudders zapping his body the more you reveal his smooth skin. Jungkook straightens for you, palms on your thighs, breathing heavily, a sound that brings out the strangest of oxymorons in you—simultaneous nervousness and confidence. Nervousness that you call the shots; confidence that the paintwork of his arousal is signed with your name.

And it’s the latter that the beast plucks out, like a twig of flower off a tree.

You push Jungkook back and slide into his lap, biting your lip at the contact of his hardness under the flimsy material of your ivory pajama shorts. His hands clasp around your small hips, but you pry them away, deeming that if you are in control, then it’s you who decides when he gets to touch you. His brows rise when you pin them down and at last he beams up at you, eyes lidded and drunk, despite the fact he merely had two sips of alcohol. Bunny’s sister rests askew in your joined laps, her head pointed towards your mound and it forces a certain idea into your muddy brain.

One that Jungkook fleetingly interrupts.

“You’re gonna take control of me?”

Ooft, making it official. You hum your agreement, repositioning the plushie. Place her directly against his imprint and, pushing the soaked center of your shorts to the side, you sit down on her soft face. Begin to rock slowly. Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat, fists clench on either side of him as well as his jaw, chin upturned. He’s holding himself back with all of his might and it is only now that you feel your wetness dripping onto the fur, now when the vibrancy of the faint pleasure spreads across your every nerve ending, now when you know that he’s struggling to keep his composure. There’s something so incredibly satisfying about it that you rock your hips harder, whimpering, hands gripping his shoulders.

“Can you handle it?” you murmur, already knowing that he won’t be able to the moment you decide to take things further, but you give him a slither of a chance to prove you wrong, rooting for him from within with a sly smile on your face.

Jungkook pokes his tongue in his cheek, sighing, eyes descending to your neck and to your perky, pebbled breasts under your low cut top. “I’ll handle anything you come up with as long as I get your kisses.”

His sweet response gratifies you so much that you arch your back, lowering your hands down to his chest, the thrum on your clit becoming unbearable, the soft friction of the plushie doing very little to alleviate it. You whine, picking up your pace. “Even—even if you don’t get to touch me?”

Jungkook hesitates, biting his lower lip. A certain sadness coasts his now big eyes that makes you coo endearingly and slow down, feel so bad for him. “Anything for you.”

You can’t halt the groan from escaping, the groan that roots from the passion and the love you carry for him, from the principle of his submission. You’ll make it up to him. Play with him just for a little while and you’ll give him his rightful upper hand right back to him, all because he was so quick to be your little toy. Without a thought, nor a word spared. Without a struggle. He deserves it. Has come a long way.

“You’re just my little slut, aren’t you?” You grab a hold of his throat, tip his chin up, feel his vein throbbing. “My pretty little slut. Hard for me, hm? Will do anything for me?”

Widening his eyes, mouth parted, he moans, sucking in a breath, chest lifting rapidly. Hand automatically lifting to palm himself, just in time to realize that he can’t because the plushie and your lap is in the way. “Yes, I’m your little slut and I need you so bad. Need your kisses.”

You hum, terribly, terribly satisfied. Horny. A fire, personified. Fire and energy—a wonderful mixture about to meet. “Where, baby?”

His breath shakes, his being radiated by you, glistening in sweat. “Everywhere, please.”

You drift your hands down his chest. Think he earned them now by asking so nicely. You sit back on his thighs, plushie in hand, ready to chuck her away, but then another idea comes up.

Grabbing her by the back of her neck, you use her to kiss him. On his jaw, on his neck, on his left peck, nipple and the mole underneath, making kissing sounds. Jungkook shudders at the contact upon his most sensitive spots and you can see his disliking for it before he voices it out. You revel in it, his desperation becoming your obsession.

“No, not from her. Please, from you.”

But in spite of that, your craving to give him everything is stronger.

You toss her on the couch, hands instantly clasping around his neck. You kiss him, wetly, on his Adam’s apple and he whimpers, urging you to continue. The sides of his throat, collarbones, shoulders—you mark him everywhere with your red lipstick, making a pathway down his sternum before you go sideways. Create a large shape of a heart on the left side of his peck, coloring it in with bruises, with kisses so hard that his manhood twitches in his pants. You’re so focused on adorning him, on the citrusy taste of his skin, that you don’t even sense your hands as they rid him of his shirt, unbuckle his belt and undo his button, dragging down his zipper.

You rise to your feet, out of breath, puffy mouth, lipstick slightly smeared, head spinning. “Take off your pants and get on the couch.”

The golden buckle of his belt catches your eye as he stands up. You wrap your hand around it and tug it out of his belt hoops harshly. There’s a hint of timidness in the vast sea of his arousal once he looks at you, aware of what you’re planning with the leather band. With a giggle, you merely wink at him and Jungkook blushes, dropping his gaze in tandem with his pants.

“Boxers, too?”

You edge around his side and envelop your arms around his middle, mouth pressing against his spine. A big, red mark of your lips amidst the broadness of his back. Utterly, utterly beautiful. “Smart boy, yes—off with them, now.”

Jungkook laughs, softly, shyly. You wish you could see his blush deepen as the clenching of his abdomen divulges to you how much he liked that praise. You also wish you could feel the fluttering of the butterflies inside, if there are any at all. You’re getting to know him in such a new way that you otherwise would have never had the opportunity to do so. The shudders, the tension under his skin, the lively energy that is yearning to burst and rain upon you—it is all so awfully exhilarating, even more so the fact that you hold it all in your tender grasp.

And he lets you. In the name of love.

He drops his undergarment and he goes to sit down like you told him to, but you squeeze him harder against yourself. No, he’s not going anywhere. The heat, his soft skin, his gentleness and shyness—you want it all close to you, close enough to seep into your pores so it can make bed there and live there perpetually. So snug, so homely—yes, that’s precisely what it is. Home.

You skim your hands down the defined muscles of his stomach, feeling them move under your fingers. Take his wrists behind his back and keep them there, unrestrained yet, his belt curled on the coffee table. You bring your hands back to his stomach, lowering them down—

“Can you reach me?” Jungkook asks, head turned to the side. You’re so used to degradation in your sex life that at first you thought he was mocking you, but on the contrary—he’s asking in all genuinity. With his forearms pressed to his sides, he’s bigger than he usually is and he wondered if your small form can stretch enough to touch him.

How sweet.

“Such a good, thoughtful boy.” You grab his length. Had to do it from the side a little bit, but you don’t mind. At least you get to see him. See the way he twists his features at the contact, see his energy and his muscles straining. “I guess I can, huh?”

You tug at his length rapidly a few times. His body shudders again, almost doubles over before he straightens his spine, whimpers trickling out of his mouth and rooting in your heat, soaking your pajamas. And when his sounds rise in volume, you swiftly let go of him. Fetch the belt and fasten it around his wrists, leading him to take a seat on the couch.

Manspreading, cock hard, red and long, almost kissing his belly button, hands behind his back, muscles big and flexed, face features darkened by his arousal, ravagedly fixed on you—fuck, you could come from the view.

You sink to your knees in front of him. Itch so fucking hard to take him in your mouth and make that energy paint you in white, but watching him like this—you plan something else entirely. Pressing one kiss on his V-line, you glide your lips upon the tip of his length, making him tremble in desperation. It takes all of your strength not to give it to him, but you know he will be overjoyed with the little thought that’s swarming in your brain.

“Where’s your fleshlight, baby?”

Jungkook loosens a hard, flabbergasted breath and his pretty, pretty cock twitches against your mouth.

You knew it.

You bought the toy together yesterday. It’s still unopened in a box somewhere in his bedroom; you don’t know where he hid it. He may have not wanted to spend money on it, but when you witnessed the way his eyes glowed, you convinced him to get it. Begged him. Told him you wouldn’t leave the sex shop until he bought it and he gave in, timidly. Much to your delight.

“In the closet,” Jungkook croaks out, clearing his throat and you kiss his other V-line as a reward, kitten licking his tip for a millisecond as you rise to your feet. He whimpers, again in desperation.

“You can’t get it, can you?” you taunt, lovingly, fingers hooking under your shorts and dragging them down your hips, your top following over your head. His eyes follow your every movement, fixing on your feminine parts, muscles bulging, yearning to touch you. You grow wetter, being looked at, being desired like that. “You’re just a helpless baby.”

He moans your name, signaling to you that there’s only so much he can take and you understand. You’re quick as you hurry to his bedroom, quick to find it, quick to pull the toy out of the box and quick to return to him.

There’s a trickle of his male arousal gliding down his length when you stand between his legs and your own desperation to pleasure him heightens in you—so much that you’re equally quick to unfold your plan.

You grab his chin and tip it up, harshly. Kiss him so nastily that he moans into your mouth and then… then you stare him dead in his eye. “I’m gonna put the fleshlight under bunny’s sister and you’re gonna show her how hard Daddy fucks his girls, yeah?” He’s left speechless, breathing rapidly, coated in sweat. Eyes narrowed, still darkened but now glowing with that familiar light that you saw yesterday, black irises piercing you through and through. “You should give her a name, though. Have something to moan when you fill her up, hm?”

It’s evident, the way his brain malfunctions, but he surprises you.

“Vinny.”

Vinny and Bunny, how adorable.

You coo, pecking him. “Vinny it is. Such a pretty name. I’m gonna make you nice and wet for her. Would you like that?”

“Please.”

You descend to your knees and you don’t hesitate to immediately take him into your mouth as far as you can. You gag around him, but you relax your throat, bobbing your head only slightly, testing yourself, wanting to stretch your throat out for him. Jungkook groans, squeaks little mewls as he doubles over once more, and the sound is so obscenely loud that your clit throbs harder in response and you would touch yourself if your craving to pleasure him wasn’t stronger.

You pull out until you can stack both of your hands on his length and while your tongue plays with his tip, you twist your wrists. Only briefly, just to make him feel a little better before you lick him all over—just to stay true to your words. And when it’s your name that comes out of his mouth once you slobber all over him, you withdraw altogether.

“Please… please,” Jungkook whimpers, trembling and you feel terribly bad for him. So much that you pucker your lips at him and kiss his cheek endearingly as soon as you get on your feet again, purposefully ignorant to the way your cunt likes his helplessness.

“I got something better for you, Daddy, don’t worry,” you reassure him, slipping into the dynamic your familiarity using the title. You grab Vinny and the fleshlight, placing her on top of the toy, on the armrest of the couch—her butt and her pussy facing him.

And when you glance at him to see his reaction to your artwork, you’re stunned by the look he gives you. Mad, mad stare. Awfully dark and menacing. It would disquiet you if didn’t know that he loved you. There’s no way you could take the liberty in toying with him like this, had you not become exclusive—had he not created a realm of safety for you to do that in.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you for this,” Jungkook threatens and the sliver of normalcy in the middle of the role-play that he caught onto makes you giddy and feel so fucking alive. The threat, too. You quiver in anticipation and excitement, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re not walking after this.”

You laugh, softly, thrilled. “I sure hope so,” you say, grabbing a hold of his arm to lift him up. “I’m dripping for you.”

Jungkook hisses. Won’t budge. Remains seated, looking up at you. Doesn’t reciprocate your smile. Scowls, instead. “Can I taste you?”

You shake your head ‘no’, even if it emotionally pains you. “Not right now.”

He sighs and you take his arm again. This time he obeys—lets you lead him into the position that you want. On his knees, still on the couch, perfectly at level with Vinny’s pussy patiently waiting for him. Jungkook looks at her for a long time, studying the silicone shape of her clit and lips. You’re certain that if his hands were free, his thumb would’ve traced her soft vulva.

“Do you like her pussy?” you ask, your grin only widening, eyes blazing, emitting hot sparkles of light. You’re perhaps more excited and enthusiastic about this than he is.

Jungkook looks at her for a split second more before he flicks his intense gaze to yours. “Yours is prettier.” Your breath hitches in your throat and your heart follows its footsteps, skipping a beat, springing up and grazing your vocal cords. You can’t get a word out—you’re stupefied, in love, so impassioned that you resemble him with all that fire in you, taking after his energy buzzing in him. You sense the same movement in you, hotter, more vigorous. Your mouth parts and, cheeks awash with color, you’re on the verge of bursting. “Let me touch your little pussy, please.”

You bite your lip, pause a tiny bit just to regain your composure and you sigh, eventually, gripping his face in your hand, squishing his cheeks. “I said,” you start, emphasizing your warning just to see his flush deepen like you wanted. “Not right now. Can’t you listen?”

For a fleeting moment, there’s a heavy silence filled with his hard breaths.

Then, Jungkook glares at you.

“I’m gonna destroy you.”

You chuckle, girlishly—even though his threat yet again thrums within your skin, even though your body craves to submit to him, throw the playtime away, forget about it, entirely. “Talk all you want. See where it gets you.” With your other hand, you take his length and line it up at Vinny’s entrance. “Fuck her.”

Now—now he finally grins, a puckish smile that unnerves you a little bit, as if an idea crawled up into that smart brain of his.

And he proves you right.

“I’m gonna show her how I’m gonna fuck you,” he mutters, drawing closer to Vinny, to the arm rest. “Where’s the lube? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

A trickle of cold sweat trickles down your spine and it’s you who’s left speechless now. You were so quick to return to him that you did forget the lube, mind void of rationality, filled with him that you forgot such an essential thing. You swear under your breath, feeling stupid.

“Go get it before I rip this fucking belt apart and use it on you.”

Wordlessly, embarrassed with your head down, you go back to his room and fish for his lube in his bedside drawer, noticing that it’s where he keeps the vibrator for you. You haven’t used it in so long in your playtime and you reminisce, briefly, on the last time he made you come with it. On this very bed, on his lap with bunny on yours as he rearranged your guts with the toy on your clit—teasing you by lifting it and placing it between the plushie’s legs, acting for her and screwing up his features in pleasure.

Your heart thuds at the memory, your thighs sodden with your essence, and a certain expectation creeps within its chambers. The expectation that the toy will make a comeback tonight. That is, if you even deserve it.

You cringe at your wetness while your feet pad back to the living room. Jungkook stares you down, guilt written all over his face for being mean and it mollifies your negative feelings, dispersing them away from you. It’s enough for you—you don’t really want to talk about how you pitifully failed, nor do you want to hear a mention of it, but Jungkook seemingly does.

Up close, his eyes are awfully soft as if he made a mistake with his last words. You don’t think he did—he’s always been the leader in your playtime, so you deem he only did the right thing. Besides, you’ve worked him up to the point of anger, so from your standpoint, he didn’t do anything wrong. You did.

“Come here,” he says, gently, leaning in and angling his head. “Put your arms around me.” You do as he says, needing to, needing to be led for a little while before you can resume. You sink your fingers into his hair as you rest your forearms around his shoulders, even though all you want to do is rid him of his restraint and let him fuck it out of you. He kisses you with such tenderness that you whimper in sensitivity and amorousness, taking it one step further and moving your mouth against his, slipping your tongue inside. It’s a brief kiss, no matter its intensity, for he still has something to say. “You’re doing so well tonight. I never thought I’d ever get this hard from you being the boss of me. I’m sorry for snapping, you hear me?” he whispers against your lips, each movement causing his pillows to touch yours in faint, faint kisses that make your mind spin and your desire for him to lengthen across your whole body, deepening. You nod for him, hearing his words, needing them, too—glad for the honesty, for the check in, for the sliver of normalcy. “I’m just so horny and I need you. I didn’t mean it, okay? Daddy didn’t mean to talk to you like this. He loves you and you made him so needy that he’s frustrated, but it’s okay. He can handle it. Do you love your Daddy back, hm?”

You moan at the continuation of his words, running your fingers through his hair, inching closer to him until your chest softly collides with his. And his reassurement, the warm feeling of his skin, the potency of his love—it all erases your mistake, leaving only your sensual craving for him. You nod, again, like a little girl given a talking-to from her father, absorbing the lesson. “I love you.”

Jungkook hums, pleased, pecking you. “Good. I’m gonna do what you want now, baby. Gonna make you proud, listen to every word like a good Daddy, hm? You can do anything you want to me. You’d like that? You wanna keep going?”

You smile at him, sweetly, and he kisses your expression of contentment. It feels so good like this and you feel woozy, too. Sluggish, ready to be taken, on your way to cloud nine. You nod your head for the last time and squirt the lube all over him and Vinny’s intimate parts, your desire to take over him blending into your fuzzy feelings.

With your help, he slides inside her, both pairs of eyes watching the slick intrusion, then meeting at once—your simultaneous groans of delight merging, fading into one another, creating one beautiful, heavenly sound, unheard by all angels and celestial beings. You hold the fleshlight steady as he bottoms out, his mouth parted, brows furrowed, eyes so heavy-lidded as he devours your gaze, your face, the pleasure he feels so overwhelming that you almost think he can’t take it. The flexing of his abdominal muscles, the roll of his hips that takes all of his strength while his arms remain restrained behind his back, his neck shiny with a layer of sweat—fuck, the sight is to die for and you melt into something boneless, jelly and gooey; becoming just a hole for him.

You can’t wait for him to fuck you. Perhaps it’s you, after all, who can’t take it.

Jungkook begins to pound her, his mound hitting her clit with every hard motion and it strikes your awe. Your breathing quickens, the drum in your own bundle of nerves unwaveringly unbearable and what’s worse, he keeps fucking looking at you, perhaps imagining it’s your pussy that he’s ruining and your legs tremble, threatening to give out—

“Rub your pussy on the other end, please,” he begs, vocal cords so awfully strained, and this time you decide to gratify him.

The first moan that your mouth emits makes him fuck the toy harder—so much that it slips out of your grasp. You prop your knee on the armrest, flattening Vinny’s face on the edge of the toy, so you can gain the friction you so desperately need and it works. Your cunt soaks her sleepy countenance and you flick your eyes to it, watching the fur get darker with each rock of your hips.

“Look at me,” he grunts—and you do. A hint of softness in the dark sea of his eyes, boisterous waves of arousal sloshing to and fro. “Use her like I am. Hard—” He shows you how by a stroke that reverberates through your body, stimulating your clit by bumping into it. “And then fast.” Quick thrusts that waggle with your form, your curls bouncing against your spine.

And so you match his rhythm. It stimulates you far more than the pace you had going for yourself, your orgasm enclosing around you, inching closer and closer with each graze of your clit against the now more firm plush fur. Your brows knit, the coil in your stomach tightening to the point that it’s you who ultimately takes over and Jungkook follows, matching your rhythm, fucking Vinny faster—the silicone squeaking with each deep plunge of his length into her hole that causes your tits to slap against each other. But Jungkook doesn’t look at them. No, his eyes are set on you and you know that he knows that you’re about to come.

Jungkook begins to pant, marked chest flushing, adorning him most finely. The knowledge is getting him there, too. “You close, baby?”

You moan, sucking in a breath. “So close, I’m gonna come.”

He moans with you, approving of it. “Come, then, I wanna watch you. Make her nice and wet for me, hm?” You rock your hips faster—closer and closer, gripping Vinny with all your might. “I wanna touch you so bad, princess. Kiss you everywhere. Lick that little clit. Fuck you until all that you know is my fucking name. Please—”

You come so hard that it takes both you and Jungkook by surprise, your body violently shuddering and colliding into his. He groans, deeply, following in suit, your orgasm triggering his and he sloppily fucks the toy while he watches you ride out your high, bliss enveloping you in angelic glow.

“Yes, princess, just like that, fuck. You’re so pretty. My pretty little girl, coming so hard. Yes, fuck.” He’s losing himself, moaning your name over and over until there’s nothing left to give to Vinny, until he’s so spent that he sits back on his feet, eyes closing and opening, tongue licking his dry lips. He moans your name again, in post-high. “Please, get the belt—”

You don’t hesitate. With blurry vision and sex hormones swirling in your brain, numb by your intense orgasm, you edge around him and rid him of his restraint, flinging it somewhere away from the both of you, hating it, not wanting to see it again.

You and Jungkook exchange a look full of soft smiles and love, with his joy like a cherry on top of that. He twists his wrists, standing up to his feet, the size difference and the sudden change in energy causing him to grow solemn. No smiles, though the love remains. You feel it thumping in the atmosphere you’re surrounded by as he completely overpowers you, naturally. And you welcome it, needing it—needing to be dominated and fucked until you’re brainless.

“I love watching you come,” Jungkook murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and cradling the side of your face. “It’s all I want to see for the rest of my life. Every morning when I wake up and every night before I go to sleep. It’s everything to me.”

It moves through you, his words, almost painfully with their vigor and passion, passing down your body until they settle in your core. You drip for him. Still feel so terribly lightheaded and high. “Just that, huh?”

“And your snores.”

You punch his arm. Jungkook laughs and gathers your hair, pulling it away from your face, stroking it down your back. A grin of your own curls your mouth. You don’t snore, at all. And you tell him.

“You do when you’re tired.” You gasp, lifting your hand again but he catches it in time, intertwining your fingers with his. “You did such a good job today. You learn well from me. Sounded just like me. Made me proud.” He strokes your hair again and you lean into his touch, even though you don’t believe him. You could’ve done a lot better and it could’ve ended just like you planned—fucking him with that fleshlight. You guess you can save that for another time.

You shake your head. “I messed up.”

“But you didn’t.” He angles his head, inching closer so the gravity of his words can pierce your mind, but it does no such thing. You still have one of your own. Solid as a rock.

“No, I shouldn’t have forgotten the lube. It ruined everything.”

Jungkook sighs, drawing back, fondling the back of your hand before he lets go of it and clutches the nape of your neck. “Sex isn’t meant to be perfect. You didn’t ruin anything, why do you think that?” He looks at you for a long time, but you can’t take it—you drop your gaze, still feeling terrible. He calls you by your name, firmly. “Who made you think sex is meant to be perfect, huh? Bring them to me.”

You laugh, softly, at the ridiculousness of his question. It’s him who owns your virginity—you’ve never been with anyone else before him. It’s your own expectations that make you think that. “Right here.” You point to your brain.

Jungkook kisses your forehead. Lingers there, giving you a million tiny pecks, as if erasing everything from there that he doesn’t like. It touches you, deeply, and you can’t stop yourself from submitting to it as it melts your brain. Your mouth rounds in a pout, your bottom lip jutting out and when he gazes down upon you and sees it, he coos at you, kissing it. “I made a mistake, too, didn’t I?” You remain silent—still think he didn’t do anything wrong. “But it was still amazing and we came together, didn’t we?”

He’s right; you’ll give him that. “You really liked it?”

He pecks you, vehemently, on the lips and then points to the fleshlight behind him in all its glory, dripping with cum. So much fucking cum that it makes a puddle on the hardwood floor. “Do you think I would’ve cummed this much if I didn’t? Tell me, baby.”

You swear, unable to take your eyes off of the quantity of his male essence. It draws you in, magnetically, and you obey its call, lifting the fleshlight with your hands, turning around so Jungkook sees and darting out your tongue—

“Don’t.”

You swipe the muscle across the silicone hole, collecting his ivory arousal. Most of it trickles down your neck and bare chest and it’s Jungkook now who swears, loudly. Grabs you by your waist and, flinging the toy away, he kisses you. You didn’t even have the time to swallow. He’s tasting himself on your tongue and it causes you to moan into his mouth. He taps the back of your thighs and you jump, wrapping your legs around his torso. You don’t know where he’s taking you, but at this point you give zero fucks.

His tender bedding grazes your back when he lays you down on it with a harsh thud, breaking the kiss and taking your breath away. Bottom lip between his teeth, he studies your soiled body with his cum, kneeling on the bed by your form. He takes his first two fingers and collects his evidence of pleasure, flicking his eyes to yours. You meet him halfway, expecting him to plunge those digits in your mouth and you’re ecstatic, wanting it badly, but Jungkook pushes you down.

In fact, he turns you around—ass up, face down. With just one hand.

You swear, your arousal gaining new intensity. And it’s your needy hole that he plunges his fingers in, briefly stuffing you with his cum, placing his free hand on your lower back so you can arch your spine for him more. Then, he rubs your clit in hard, slow circles, making you cry out, making your legs tremble all over again—

A spank. A brassy, cacophonous spank that drives you forward, forcing you to grip onto the sheets.

“I told you not to do that, didn’t I?” Jungkook rasps. Doesn’t alleviate the burn. “Answer me.”

Fuck. “Yeah, you told me not to do that.”

You brace yourself for another spank, but it doesn’t come. You feel his lips by your ear, his body heat cocooning you as he bends over you, his fists, pitifully, on either side of your back.

“You’re such a filthy little girl. Licking my cum off like that? Making me hard all over again for you?” he tsks, the sound making you even needier. For him, for his cock, even for another spank. You grind your ass against his hip and he maneuvers so his cock slips between your cheeks. Swears, such guttural noise that you mewl in response. “You just do what you want, huh? I guess you don’t love your Daddy anymore.”

He spanks you again, harder than before, and your vowel of disagreement breaks at the concoction of pain and pleasure coursing through your body. “No—no, I love you.”

Another spank. Lips by your ear again, his body clinging to your side. “You love me?” He clamps your mouth shut, preventing you from answering.

You do, anyways, your words muffled. “I love you. I love you so much.”

Jungkook hums in question. “What did you say? I couldn’t hear you.” He digs his fingers harder into your cheek, other hand rounding around your hip and attacking you with bolts of pleasure that make you quiver against him—rubbing your clit rapidly before he sinks his fingers inside you… and merely keeps them there.

You move his hand away and he lets you, holding it, panting. “I love you so much.”

Jungkook groans, sinking his fingers deeper. “Who do you love, hm?”

He wants you to say his rightful title and you do, with all your heart. “You, Daddy. I love you.”

At your words, Jungkook begins to pump his fingers and you cry out, placing your head on his palm, taking it. “Such a good fucking girl, making me crazy—” He growls, pressing a fat kiss on your cheek, curling his fingers slowly into that place that causes your breath to hitch in your throat, your orgasm quick to catch up to you. “Good little girl that loves her Daddy, fuck. I’m gonna give you everything. Gonna eat that little pussy, hm? You want that? Want Daddy to make you come with his tongue?”

You squeak when he gives you one particular, hard stroke against your special place, mind numbing, a dam broken. “Yes, yes, please, Daddy, please—”

He draws away, instantly. Traces your back with his palms as he straightens, smearing your feminine essence all over your skin that he licks up. And then, his mouth—

Jungkook takes you in his mouth. All of you. Licking against your clit, sucking it, rubbing his face in your cunt and groaning against her. His hands squeeze your ass, painting it redder and he flicks your little bundle of nerves with his tongue until he senses your orgasm. Then, he pulls away for a second, stalling it. Thumbs your other, puckered hole.

“My pretty little pussy. All mine.”

Mewling, you shake your ass for him and he growls, cursing, spanking your cheek, taking the flesh in his hand and squeezing it. Again and again, until you feel yourself drip, until you feel him spread your legs wider and nudge himself between them, opening his mouth for it to trickle down upon his tongue.

“Sit up. Ride my face.”

You moan before you even obey, sitting down on his tongue and grinding your pussy on it. He rolls it against you, back and forth, following your rhythm. Slow and romantic, kissing your clit every once in a while, sucking it as you keep up your movement, inching dangerously close to your orgasm. He’s in absolute control of you, though. Of your pleasure and climax, stalling it before beckoning it forth again. You lose yourself in it, in the profound and all consuming delight toying with all your nerve endings, creating something within you that diffuses you with confidence and allure, that inclines you to ride him harder, whimper a little louder and knead your breast until you leave your handprint in your wake.

He lets you do your thing, but as you saw earlier today, there’s only so much that he can take.

Clasping your hips, he angles them until your hole is at level with his nimble tongue, guiding you to lean back and use his chest to hold yourself steady. And like his fingers, he fucks you with the muscle, curling it each time. The filthy noise of your slick and his saliva, his breaths and hums, your obscene moans and then his thumb rubbing your clit rapidly—it’s enough, with his evident permission, for you to come.

And you come so hard that you sprinkle his face with your dew.

He laughs in utter joy, humming—humming deeply and you’re so obsessed with that sound that you come again, shuddering violently and he spanks you, holds you by your waist, digging in his fingerprints, allowing you to ride out your high, to use him until you’re so boneless that you slump against him.

Jungkook drags you down, though, slipping, instantly, his cock inside of you. And it’s wild, wild butterflies that you feel in your gut owing to it, then pain so acute that you whine. Enveloping his arms around you, tightly, with no way of escaping, his wet face is so tender that you coo at him amidst the rush of your colorful feelings. Wipe away your dew, giggling, kissing him loudly as his cock adjusts in you and the bite from overstimulation withers little by little.

“You can take it, I know you can,” Jungkook whispers, beaming up at you, iridescent. “You feel so good around me. So tight. I love being inside of you.”

Slowly, he begins to move, causing your features to scrunch up. In discomfort at first, then in relish as your stiffened nipples rub against the hardness of his chest.

“You’re my good little girl. You take everything I give you so well. So well.” Jungkook picks up his pace, gathering your hair in his fist. Doesn’t pull on it; merely holds it. You whimper, his words loosening the overbearing tightness of your walls. “I’m gonna take care of you. You’re just my little baby. Mine—” A hard thrust. Your eyes roll back. “My baby.”

“Yes, I’m yours,” you croak out and Jungkook takes your face in his hands and pounds into you until all you see is stars. Pretty, pretty twinkling stars.

Slapping skin, his grunts—you don’t even see your orgasm coming, coming over you so violently and yet in such an exhilarating way. Your dew forces him out, forces his chuckles out again and he brings you back to him, kissing you, plunging his cock back with ease.

You’re so lightheaded that you feel like an angel, soaring in the sky. An angel that years for something more. And you tell him. “Jungkook, please, I want the vibrator.”

He merely smiles at you, arm reaching over and pulling out the toy for you from his bedside table. Turning it on, you’re radiated by the light in his eyes and you whimper in impatience. Jungkook shushes you, like a baby, clicking on the intensity until he’s satisfied, placing it on your clit.

And then he gets up.

Pushes you against his closet, back against the wood, legs around his waist, vibrator on your clit and his hand clasped around your mouth, preventing your loud moans from escaping while letting you know how much he loves being in charge. Giving you hard strokes that secure him your soul on a silver platter before he fucks you so fast that you can’t see anything. Your surroundings are a blur while his face remains clear, painted in tortured pleasure for you as if he were holding himself back.

“Come for me, Daddy,” you beg under his palm, your sound muffled, but it seems that Jungkook understands you.

Pulling away, he turns you around and gets into position again. One hand around your mouth, the other holding the toy on your clit, his dick inside. He begins to play with you, not moving his hips at all, only the vibrator. Panting against the crook of your neck, he takes a second to merely breathe with you while you’re on the pathway to another mind blowing orgasm because he turns up the intensity. “How about you come for Daddy first, hm? I know you don’t need me to move when we do this. You can come just like this. So come.”

And you do, embarrassingly, whining all over the place, twisting your hips to chase your pleasure, causing him to emit the same sounds—causing him to pound you so hard against his closet that he, too, comes in mere minutes. His fingers in your mouth, he’s loud and just as whiny as you, fucking you through his orgasm as you play with digits, sucking on them.

He doesn’t pull away for a long time. Presses you against his chest and holds you like that, still connected. The vibrator buzzes on the floor, the air is stuffed, but you’re content, the happiest angel, held and stuffed, too. With cum and dick. Heaven on earth.

Jungkook begins to kiss your neck, marking you there. Fondles your nipples, making you shudder and sigh, making you utter the three words that he deserves.

“I love you, Ggukie.”

Jungkook makes a sound that tears you apart. A whimper; the whiniest you ever heard him be. He pulls out of you, but stuffs you again with his fingers. Makes you squirt in record time, kissing you everywhere he can reach. Neck, shoulder, jaw, cheek and lips.

You must be soaring again in the clouds because you can’t feel your body, especially not when Jungkook says, “I love you, my little squirter.”

Your knees do give out, after all. Jungkook is quick to pick you up and cradle you in his arms. Wash you clean in the shower. Put on a movie for you while making you food, joining you as soon as he can.

It’s love you feel—love most profound. And as you eat the food together and finish the wine with drenched Vinny on the other side of the couch, you fall asleep with that love thrumming in your heart.

You’ll be his for the rest of your life. And he’ll be yours, too.

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Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You🃏

Chapter 1 of That's What You Get

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: After three weeks on a case in Vegas and a particularly draining phone call from your mother, you decide to take Reid up on his offer to show you the sights of Las Vegas. When you wake up the next morning, you realise one of those sights was a 24hour Wedding Parlor, and that you're now Mrs. Reid.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, loss of memory, marriage (yeah that needs a warning), mommy issues, mentions of emotional abuse, implied sex scene, use of handcuffs in a sexual way, they theorize a possible creampie but I will neither confirm nor deny at this point, talk of contraception, no actual smut though, you guys are gonna have to wait for that. 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: The first chapter is here! Sorry for drawing you in with a silly little premise and then giving you mommy issues, I swear that after this chapter it's not bought up all that much. If you enjoy this chapter, you can sign up to the series taglist here, check out my masterlist and if you want leave a request! :D have fun reading!! ✨

Las Vegas, city of sin and entertainment capital of the world. Population approximately 600,000, home to the most famous casinos in the world, and unluckily for you, your latest unsub.

You’d been in Vegas for three weeks trying to hunt down this specific murderer, but now the case was all wrapped up and you could finally breathe, the weight of the stress you’d been carrying for almost a month now dissolving as you finally finished up the paperwork in the local precinct.

“Thank god that’s over. I cannot wait to be in bed with a good book and an empty head,” you groaned as you met the eyes of Penelope Garcia, your favorite tech analyst in the entire world and absolutely the only one you knew. She’d ended up having to join you on this case because some of the crime scenes just happened to be casinos that weren’t so happy sharing their data, but also didn’t want to be lumped with the warrant from the FBI. She’d been working between their offices and the precinct, and looked just as haggard as you felt.

“Oh, I feel you sister, this free travel experience thing is nice, but I would like to be back at my own perfect little desk hovel ASAP, thank you very much.” The two of you shared a small laugh, and then began collecting your stuff.

“Come on now, baby girl, you’re telling me that you don’t want to hit up the strip while we’re here? See the sights a little?”

“Sweet cheeks, I have been working from the most harrowing of surveillance units all week on that very strip. I have already seen the sights and they were not pretty, and definitely not worth using up my precious vacation time for.”

“Unfortunately Garcia, I don’t think you’ll be needing to use any of that vacation time to stay here,” Hotch announced as he walked in, and every member of your team snapped to attention to hear what he had to say. “I just got off the phone with Quantico, there’s a storm cloud moving in directly in our flight path and we haven’t been cleared for take off. They’re extending our stay by another day.”

“Shit,” you let out a silent curse, and noticed that your other team members didn’t seem all that happy about it either. JJ quickly excused herself from the room to call Will, Garcia let out a faux sob and fell back into her chair, and Rossi had the look of abject Italian disappointment on his face that he usually only got when you talked about your love of pineapple on pizza.

“How’s about that drink now, baby girl?” Derek Morgan teased, but it was half-hearted and you knew it. You were all desperate for bed, and you could only imagine the mistakes you would make if you went drinking now after the month you’d all just survived.

The only member of the team who didn’t seem put out quite yet was Reid, but you chalked that up to the fact that this place was his hometown.

“If you guys do change your mind, I know a bar downtown where you’re 34% less likely to be propositioned, robbed or over-charged.” He smiled over at you, and you couldn’t help but let out a giggle knowing the man was 100% serious.

“Dare I ask how you found that statistic, Reid?” Emily inquired from the other corner.

“One part actually reading the annual crime report, one part personal experience?” Reid replied, and you laughed again, unable to hold it back.

“Count me out, thank you,” you replied, and you could have sworn for a second you saw a flash of disappointment flash over his features, but you didn’t get the chance to question it, because a call was lighting up your phone screen.

You quickly excused yourself and moved to pick up the call from your mother.

“Mom, hey, what’s up?”

“What, I can’t check in on my daughter now for no reason?” you sighed and rubbed your temples, knowing exactly how this phone call was going to go, because it was how the last ten calls home had.

“Yes, mom, of course you can. How are you?”

“Terrible. Cindy’s daughter is getting married, and it’s all she’s talking about now. Can you believe it? The girl was absolutely wild when you were friends with her in high school and now she’s settling down with a lawyer of all people. Someone should warn that young man before he realises what he’s got himself into,” she scoffed on the other end of the line and you did your best to not get worked up. If you got angry it only made her more self-richeous.

“I know, Mom, Jessica sent me an invite, and I’m sure Trevor knows exactly what he’s getting into since they’ve been dating since high school.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know that? You never tell me anything.”

“I’m sorry, Mom, I’m in the middle of a case right now, can I call you back later?” You did your best to escape the conversation before it devolved into something you really didn’t want to talk about, like yourself, and more specifically your love life. But the gorgon had you frozen through the line and you weren’t about to make the mistake of hanging up on her.

“I’m sure your boss could spare you for five minutes, over-working you like he does. You haven’t had the time off to come and visit me since you got that fancy little job of yours, so you can do me this favor at least.”

“Sure, mom.” At times like this, you knew it was best to just let her talk and ride out the wave.

“And I’m sure you don’t even have time to date. Are you taking care of yourself, at least? Making sure you’re at least presentable, I hope? Its like I always say, you could meet your future husband in one of those precincts, you know. Get a big, strong man to take care of you.”

You had to resist the urge to throw your phone. You’d explained to your mother time and time again that you were perfectly content being the big, strong man for yourself, but there was absolutely no getting through to her. You received one of these phone calls everytime one of her friends or coworkers kids announced an engagement, got pregnant or bought a house, three things that she was desperate for you to do, as well. As soon as you saw the instagram post from Jessica you’d been counting down the days, almost thankful for your mothers lack of online presence.

“A crime scene isn’t exactly the most charming of meet cutes, Mom.”

“Well, then what about Virginia? There are some fine men working at the FBI surely. What about that one coworker of yours, what was his name?” Your heart-race increased for a moment, praying she wasn’t about to put a thought in your head that you wouldn’t be able to escape.

“Derek Morgan, was it? Now, that’s a fine young man.” This time you couldn’t stop the startled cry that came from your mouth. Sure, Morgan was an incredibly attractive man, but he’d joked around with you like a brother ever since you’d taken down your first unsub with the team. Your team was your family and your support system on the road, and they had your back on the case, so really, had your mother said anything, you’d have responded with incredulous guffawing. Hotch was like your dad, Rossi a fun Great-Uncle or something. You saw the sister’s you’d never had in JJ and Emily and of course Garcia was your best friend and you shared so many likes and dislikes that you regularly joked about being long-lost twins separated at birth. And Reid was Reid.

“Just give dating some thought, would you at least? The clock is ticking for you, you know.”

“Mom, I’m not even thirty yet. I’m in no rush.”

“That's what your Aunt Linda said, and look at her.” Your Aunt Linda was a perfectly content single woman in her late forties who had a high paying executive job, in NYC of all places, so yeah, you were in no rush at all.

“Listen, Mom, I’ve got to go, Hotch is calling me into the office to talk about some case files. I’ll speak to you later?”

“God, it’s like you don’t even want to talk to your mother for even five minutes. Go on, then, go do your big fancy job. Call me soon.”

“Yeah, Mom, I will.” And with that you finally hung up. Running a hand through your hair you paused for a breath for a second, closing your eyes and letting your hand just grip your hair for a second before releasing your breath for a second.

In the grand scheme of things, you knew that your mom wasn’t all that much to complain about. You and Emily had bonded over your respective mommy issues early in your time on the team, and you knew a lot of the other team members were either lacking some family member or the other, so you were just thankful that she was still around to annoy you, but god did she make it difficult sometimes.

Realising that any second, you’d have one profiler or the other come find you and ask you (with the best of intentions) what was wrong, you plastered a smile on your face and walked back into the office. You didn’t exactly want to relive that call anytime soon.

“Back so soon, Y/N? I thought that was your mom,” Morgan questioned you when you stepped back in.

“Yeah it was. One of my friends from highschool is getting married and you know how she loves to gossip.” You’d learnt early in the profession that you were in that the best way to hide something was to tell the truth about it for as long as you could, and then change the subject.

“Hey, Reid, you still up for a drink at that bar?” You looked hopefully at the man in the corner, and prayed noone would bring up your absolute change in attitude. “I was thinking a glass of wine or two after a successfully closed case couldn’t hurt, right?”

“Yeah, sure. You wanna head back to the hotel first and change, or do you want to go from here? Hotch said we’re free now until 2pm tomorrow.” You could see a questioning look from Morgan to your left, but you kept your vision focused on Reid, quietly thankful for the rest of the teams disinterest.

“Give me five to drop off my badge and gun in my room and freshen up a bit and we can be on our way. If this bar is bad though, Reid, you know I’m never letting you hear the end of it, right?”

“I ran the statistics, there’s only a 14% chance you’ll dislike it.”

“You know what’s scary is, I can’t even tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.”

–x–

Sarcasm or no, you had to admit, the bar he’d taken you to was pretty nice. It was a low-lit bar only a twenty minute taxi ride from your hotel and whilst it wasn’t exactly on the strip, it wasn’t so far out to be inconvenient. The best part about it was that it was lined with bookshelves, and each booth was blocked off by another, making it feel more like a library than a watering hole. You almost forgot you were in Vegas when you stepped in.

“Yeah, this is definitely a Spencer Reid place,” you said as you took the final swig of your wine, the glass you’d ordered on arrival having gone down easier than you’d expected.

“How so?” Spencer said as he returned to your table, carrying the replacement drinks he’d gone to order with him.

“Come on, Spencer. I’ve never seen the inside of your apartment but I’m sure it’s just this place with less furniture and more books.”

“Y/L/N, are you profiling me right now? Because that sounds pretty close to profiling?” Spencer teased and you rolled your eyes at him, grabbing your next drink from him and giving it a stir - the wine was good but at the price per glass you’d decided maybe cocktails were the thing for tonight.

“Besides, you did mention wanting to curl up with a book tonight, so I thought this bar was probably a good fit for you too.”

“Whose profiling who now, Doctor?” It was his turn to roll his eyes, and he took a sip of his drink. You knew he didn’t drink that often, but he seemed pretty open to the idea tonight, and you were absolutely glad for the company.

“Okay, I won’t profile if you don’t, but do you mind me asking you a question, Y/N?”

“Fire away,” you were playing with the stirrer in your cocktail, waiting for him to ask the question but he’d hesitated for a moment before speaking again, causing you to look up directly into his eyes.

“What’s going on with you and your mom? I don’t mean to pry and I didn’t overhear any of your call earlier or anything, but when you came in again you were all tense and you had that strained smile on your face. Then you suddenly changed your mind and decided we should get drinks so, I’m just guessing here, but you could probably do with talking about it, right?”

You let out a groan and let your head hang a bit. Yeah, you were starting to regret taking that role in the team of profilers. But at least Reid was sincere, and you knew his intentions were good. Of all the members of the team, you’d probably have described him as the safest. It was strange to think, considering all the comfort you found in your other friends, but there was just something so reassuring about Reid’s presence, the way most people overlooked him at first, how he could easily fall into his work and how you could see the cogs moving in his head as he made one genius leap to another that just made you think that everything was going to be okay if he was there.

So because it was him, you decided to talk.

“She’s just…She’s just a little much sometimes, you know?” He smiled back a knowing smile, but didn’t try to add anything and encouraged you to keep going.

“She’s been really persistent recently in bothering me about hitting some of lifes big milestones - marriage, kids, you know? And it always leaves me in a panic because though I’m pretty sure I want those things just yet, I don’t want the pressure of having them yet.” You swallowed the bile in your thoat and continued

“Everytime she says something, I feel bad that I don’t have them. And the way she talks about them its like they’re some kind of… of personal failure, that I’m not trying hard enough to catch a man or something, and I just wonder what if she’s right?” You start slow but you feel yourself gaining pace as you begin rambling, by the end you’re left wondering if Reid even caught any of that.

“I’m perfectly content living alone, but what if I’m secretly not, and I end up forty and alone and can’t even get a guy to look at me.”

“I can pretty confidently say that that’s not going to happen, Y/N.” Reid replied when you finally grabbed your drink ready to take another sip.

“How come?”

“You won’t have to put any effort into catching a man, Y/N.” Reid replied.

“You’re saying that because you’re my friend and you care about me Reid, of course you think that.”

“No, I’m saying that as an FBI Profiler that’s noticed the barman, the man on a date in the corner and the group of guys smoking outside the door eye you up since we’ve been here. And considering we’ve been doing paperwork all day, and the only change in your appearance since 8am this morning was the fresh coat of chapstick you put on while we were in the taxi, I’d think you hadn’t really put that much thought into what you look like right now.”

“You’re exaggerating,” and you really believe that, until you turn to look at the guy on the date and see him avert his gaze from you quickly, and you realise there might be something in what he’s saying.

“Okay, but that still doesn’t mean that I need or want to hear those things from my mother.”

“Y/N, take it from me, mother’s can be complicated.”

“God, I feel so stupid talking to you about something so trivial with my mom, I shouldn’t be doing that, we’re here to have fun.”

“Y/N, its okay. I can do the mommy issues talks, I’m perfectly qualified, but…” he trails off and grabs his drink for another sip and you find yourself hanging off his words begging for him to bring you more comfort and spoken caresses.

“But what, Reid?” you finally ask, as you realise he’s dragging this out on purpose to tease you a little.

“But how about a distraction instead? Have you ever been in a Las Vegas casino with a man that is banned from gambling in most of them?” He wiggled his eyebrows a little as he asked that and you giggled again, grateful for the reprieve from the serious talk.

“That doesn’t sound all that fun, Spencer.”

“Oh yeah, it’s not, but we could always use those vouchers we got as a token of appreciation earlier in the bars and drink some pretty fancy alcohol?”

“Spencer Reid, you are finally speaking my language.”

“I’m still speaking English Y/N, but if you wanted me to switch to russian or some other language, I could accommodate that depending on your linguistic preference.”

“It was a joke, Spence, now let’s get out of here.”

With that, he stood and dramatically offered you his hand like a gentleman, placing your hand in the crook of his elbow when you took it and guiding you swiftly out of the sweet bar. You were with Spencer, your safe friend, close work colleague and probably the least likely member of the BAU Team to get into trouble in a bar in Vegas. What’s the worst that could happen? You thought, as you took a final step out into the humid night air of Las Vegas.

–X–

The first thing you noticed in the morning was the pounding in your head, and it was pretty much the only thing you noticed for quite some time. When you managed to finally unglue your eyes, the second thing you noticed that this definitely wasn’t your room. The third thing you noticed was the gaping hole in your memories that explained how you possibly could’ve ended up wherever it was that you were. Or really any memories from the night before at all.

Letting out a quick groan you sit up in bed and take stock of your surroundings. Although the layout is different, you quickly recognise the interior matches the hotel you’ve been staying at, so you’re thankful that you’re at least somewhere relatively safe, and most likely in familiar company. The room looks to be neat on the whole, but there’s obvious signs of a drunken escapade strewn everwhere - two champagne flutes and a drained bottle, the contents of your purse spilt onto the chair in the corner, some random balloons in the corner you must have picked up somewhere in a drunken stupor, your clothes discarded in a trail to the bed.

That last one wakes you up a little bit more, and almost embarrassingly, you look down at yourself and see your lack of clothing, pulling the covers of the quilt closer to you as you feel yourself flush.

Fuck.

There’s a shifting in the bed next to you, and you look down in horror to see exactly which member of your team got you so plastered last night. You try to move to see who it is, but theres a tightness around your wrist and you’re pulled right back down into bed. You look down at your arm, and that’s when you realise you’re really screwed.

There, around your wrist and restraining you against the bed, is a set of handcuffs. FBI standard. The insinuation flames your face as you whip around to see which close friend and coworker you maybe - possibly - hooked up with last night, too embarrassed to look at your hand any more.

Luckily, your mystery man shifts again, and you catch sight of the nest of brown curls right before he turns over to see you, so when you finally meet the eye of Doctor Spencer Reid, you don’t scream in surprise.

“Y/N? What are you doi-” he cuts himself off as he lets his eyes trail down your body, quickly noticing your state of undress and pulling himself up into a seated position. He is similarly disrobed and it takes all of your strength to pull your gaze away from his bare chest to look literally anywhere else, your face practically flaming now.

“Spencer, would you mind helping me out over here?” you manage to squeak out quickly, as he does his best to avoid your eyes. “I seem to be a little stuck?”

That draws his attention back to you, and he finally notices the strange position of your arms and the handcuffs keeping you pinned to that spot in the bed.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry, fuck,” he quickly pulls on the pants he discarded by his side of the bed and scrambles over to you, tripping over once in his haste.

“Do you know where the key is?” you ask as he arrives at your side again, your free hand clutching the sheets over your breasts like your life depended on it.

“If that’s my pair they should be in the safe in the nightstand with my creds, give me a second to look.” After a second, he reaches the aforementioned safe box, pulling it open. He roots around inside it for a few seconds and then he spots something ad you watch the blood drain from his face.

“Spencer, what’s wrong?” you spit out quickly, tongue still heavy, and lips probably still swollen, from the night before, so you trip over the words a little. He pulls out the keys from the draw, and you let out a sigh of relief, but you’re still tense as he reaches back inside the draw and pulls out something else.

“Y/N, there wouldn’t happen to be a ring on that hand would there?” Spencer still isn’t looking at you, still staring intently at whatever else is in his hands. You try to angle your head to look, but between the restraints and the fact that Reid had turned his back to you couldn’t quite see what it was.

“What? No, I don’t wear a ring on this hand-” you cut yourself off abruptly as you look down and see it. There on the fourth finger of your left hand, the one that is still chained to the bed by your partners handcuffs, is a ring. There’s a ring on your ring finger. You just woke up in Las Vegas with no memory, in your coworkers room, naked, with a ring on your ring finger.

Your heart drops to your ass as you snap your head back around to Spencer, who finally works up the courage to look you in the eye.

“I think you should look at this” he stutters out and finally presents you with the other item he pulled out of the draw. Your jaw drops open and the pounding in your head turns into a continuous buzzing as you see yourself presented with a marriage liscence. Pinned to the corner with a paperclip is a polaroid picture, and you recognise yourself and your clothes from the night before, with the addition of a veil and bouquet, your arms slung around Reid’s neck as he pulls you in for what you can assume was a pretty passionate kiss.

“Y/N I think we got married last night.”

For a second you could’ve sworn your heart stopped. This was not happening, not to you, not right now. How stupidly drunk could you have gotten to have actually gone and married someone you weren’t even dating. And considering your current lack of clothing, it was dawning on you that you had probably done a little bit more than what was in that photo.

“Spencer unlock these handcuffs right now, so help me God,” you breathed deep and screwed your eyes shut, hoping that wihtout the distraction of the glaring lights you’d be able to remember some of what you’d done last night, but nothing came to you.

Reid, for what it was worth, got you unlocked quickly. You winced slightly as you pulled your arm away from the position it’d been in for however many hours.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have undone those last night, I don’t know why I didn’t, I’m usually pretty good at remembering stuff like that.” Reid rambled, running a hand through his hair and pacing slightly at your side of the bed. You pushed yourself up and watched him for a minute, just looking at this man who was now, probably, your husband.

Your husband.

You shook the thought from your head and cut his rambling off quickly.

“You put me in these?” you asked, just desperate for any clarification on any of the events of the last 24 hours, not fully grasping the implications of what you were asking until Reid was looking down at you with a flushed face and a mouth gaping like a fish, struggling to find the words to say.

“This is my hotel room. Those are my handcuffs… I kind of just assumed…” he trailed off the thought and you were right with him, the embarrassment heating your face just as much as it had his. You found it hard to meet his eyes the, and dropped yours to your lap.

“So you don’t remember, either?” You almost sighed in relief at that. If even a genius with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory was in this state after a night of drinking, then you really couldn’t be blamed for getting so drunk you married your coworker and most likely had some pretty kinky sex with him, remembering absolutely nothing on top of that at all.

“Do you need me to grab you something to wear?” he asked as he looked down at you, letting his gaze trail probably a little bit too low for a little bit too long. You grew heated under his stare, as your body reacted, and you realised how easy it must have been to fall underneath him last night if this was how you were feeling from just one look.

But you pulled yourself out of those thoughts quickly, and it seemed that so did he, as he began grabbing clothes from the floor and handing them to you, turning away as you started getting yourself into a semi-decent state.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you heard Reid mumble to himself as he made his way around the side of the bed, and in your concern for him, you called out.

“Anything specific those curses were for, Spence? Because I know this isn’t exactly the most ideal situation, but four Spencer Reid swears in a row is a cause for concern.” You tried to joke, hoping to relieve some of the anxiety of your predicament.

“I can’t find…” he started and then dragged a hand over his face, trying to wipe the exhaustion from his eyes. “Y/N, I think we didn’t use protection.” You could see him panicking now, and for a second you thought of joining him too, but you crossed the room and grabbed his arms.

“Spencer, look at me, it’s fine. If we did end up… doing that, I’m on birth control, and we probably have time to grab something extra just to make sure, right?” he looked down at you then and after a moments hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry about all of this, I’m so stupid for suggesting we go to that casino bar last night, I don’t know what I was thinking. You even said last night that this wasn’t what you wanted for yourself, right now, god I’m an idiot, you don’t deserve this.” He buried his face in your neck and held you tight, and you pulled yours up to his back, rubbing circles into his skin slowly.

“Spencer, listen to me. I can think of noone I would have rather had a shotgun Vegas marriage with, okay? This isn’t your fault, we were both drunk, and I’m sure a Reid who was thinking straight could give me some kind of statistic about inhibitions dropping with a certain amount of alcohol.”

“A study in the United Kingdom found that there was an increase of risky sexual behavior in young people who had participated in binge drinking, including unprotected sex with a new partner and the use of emergency contraceptives and I’m not sure why I’m still talking when that was probably rhetorical, right?” You smiled at his panic, finding him just as endearing as ever, even in this predicament.

“What I’m saying, Spencer, is that we’re going to be okay. This isn’t the first time someone has gotten married in Vegas on a whim. Hell, this isn’t even the first time it’s happened to someone on our team. In a sense, this was a very traditional wedding.”

He groaned into your neck again and you laughed up at him. Sure, you were panicked still, but just having him in your arms there sharing his honest feelings with you instead of bottling it up and leaving you to deal with it on your own in your head too was doing you a world of good, and you found the words you used to reassure him soothing you, too, in turn.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. One, find the nearest pharmacy. Two, find whatever Elvis-inspired love shack wrote that marriage license and figure out if it’s actually legally binding. Three, avoid all of our coworkers until 2pm. How does that sound?”

Reid pulled himself out of your neck then, and you were almost sad at the loss of that warmth near you.

“It sounds like I made the smartest choice of a wife I was ever going to make,” he smiled down at you.

“Oh you got jokes now, Doc? I see.”

“Thought I should let you know all my deep dark secrets now we’re married.” You shared a laugh, and standing there amongst the debris of the night before, despite all the mistakes, you knew you were safe, and that the two of you would always be safe together.

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Somebody’s Watching Me Part 2

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (she/her pronouns used, reader is implied British and given backstory)

Category: I still don’t know but it’s coming together

Summary: On a night out with your friends, you’re pleasantly surprised to run into your secret observer.

Warnings: flirting (Ghost and reader getting some action, they deserve it), mentions of war/death, talks of scars, alcohol consumption, Ghost being normal AND weird, the mask is off again, Ghost doing domestic things almost (socialisation in a pub), sexual references, family issues, reader’s friends are intense, British terminology/slang, swearing/cursing, dialogue heavy, minute Soap slander (I love him but couldn’t resist)

Word Count: 5.5k (longer than part 1)

A/N: After the love I got for part 1, I decided to continue so Simon is still my babygirl. Please remember that if Simon feels out of character, that’s the point of this story. It’s him when he’s not being Ghost but being forced to mix aspects of his life at home and his life at work - the work aspects being reader. Also he’s going out of his comfort zone to please the sergeant (you) because he likes you but just hasn’t really realised it yet. Not entirely sure I’m as pleased with this part as I was with the first but we’re posting anyway!

Part 1 available here.

Part 3 available here.

It took weeks before your friends finally managed to convince you to join them on a night out. You'd been putting it off for a number of reasons. One being that the thought of socialising in a crowded environment had you wanting to gouge your eyes out as you'd grown used to little to no company. Another being that you genuinely thought it'd be overwhelming and you might have a panic attack.

But after they'd assured you that they'd look after you and you could all leave if it got to be too much, you relented and organised a time and place with them. Just your local pub on a Wednesday night. You'd decided on a Wednesday as you hoped it wouldn't be too crowded and that your friends might need a pick-me-up in the middle of their work weeks. They agreed quickly with the idea.

And honestly it'd been nice for the most part. You'd arrived early, you swear active duty had made you so time efficient that you spent almost no time at all getting ready, and sat down at a table in the corner, out of sights of the most of the rest of the pub. The only thing in direct eye line was the bar itself which would come in handy when you needed to go up and order drinks.

Your friends all slowly arrived, none of them being too late, and gave you big greetings as they hadn't seen you in "forever" they claimed. You returned hugs and kisses and prepared yourself for a night of bombarding questions and retelling of war stories.

A couple of your girlfriends were bought drinks by guys at the bar and you watched on in amusement as they giggled about it together. They assured you that someone would probably buy you a drink if you asked but you waved them off saying you didn't care, which you didn't.

You listened intently as they all told you what was happening with their lives - work, significant others, kids, families, pets, parties, weddings, funerals, birthdays, anything and everything you could possibly imagine. A note of envy settled in your stomach at one point but it went away quickly when you told yourself you were being silly.

Telling them about your life was slightly more complicated. You had to skirt around some of the details of your job as it was classified and would probably horrify them if they knew what you truly did. You gushed about some of the amazing people you'd met and mentioned casually that you'd actually bumped into your lieutenant in the supermarket. They all absorbed it with wide eyes of wonder and amazement, each of them having at least one question to ask.

"So, wait, you can actually shoot a gun?"

"Does it bother you having to bunk with a bunch of blokes?"

“What’s said country like?”

"Are any of them fit?"

"Isn't it tiring?"

"How long until you go back?"

"Met anyone you fancy?"

"Hang on, you have to share a communal bathroom?"

Yes, it's alright, not really, they're okay, very, not sure, oh my god, yeah.

They never really seemed satisfied with your answers and always wanted you to elaborate. Which you did if possible.

Overall, it was nice. There was no sense of impending doom or a weird feeling in your stomach about the whole thing. You let your guard down just enough for once to attempt to have a good time. Which you did. You laughed, you chatted, you drank, it was good.

Until the bar tender came over with a drink that looked exactly like what you usually ordered.

And when he placed it in front of you, you wanted to throw up.

"Fella at the bar bought this for you."

This was it. The moment in the night that you looked forward to the least and the moment your friends had been encouraging the most. They insisted that you needed to "put yourself out there more" and “try to get laid at some point”. You were "too uptight" as they put it. Little did they know that you weren't really interested in a quick shag or even a relationship with anyone at the moment. And rejecting someone was always awful. Every time they asked why and having to explain that your job made romantic entanglements extremely hard made things awkward.

"Ooh, this is so exciting!" One of your friends squealed beside you, frantically searching the bar for the culprit. "Which one?"

“Blond one.”

Oh.

"Tall."

My.

"Scars on his face."

God.

Your eyes shot towards the bar and immediately landed on him. Of course he was already looking your way with his drink raised to you.

"Shit." You cursed, silently letting out a sigh of relief that it wasn't someone you'd have to reject but all the more anxious because it was him. A part of you was very excited to see him though.

"What is it? Do you know him?" Another friend asked you.

"He's my lieutenant. Fuck." You stood from your seat, grabbing the drink.

"The one from the shops?"

"Yeah. I'll be back in a minute, guys. I'm just gonna go say hi." You explained, slowly making your way towards Ghost.

"Take your time!"

You hadn't seen your lieutenant since he'd gone over to your place for tea. It was a weird experience. Weirder than the shops. You'd had a couple cups of tea each, shared his packet of chocolate digestive biscuits, which he'd kindly offered to you, chatted a little more and then he'd left. You didn't exchange phone numbers or even offer to see each other again. He didn't because he probably didn't want to and you didn't because you thought he probably wouldn't want to. So you'd gone your separate ways and that was that.

As you got closer to him, you wished you hadn't had so much to drink. You weren't drunk but you weren’t sober either. Kind of just bordering the edges between being buzzed and tipsy.

"Simon."

He turned so his body was facing yours, his large frame consumed the stool he was sitting on. Intimidating and alluring all at once. "Sergeant."

"You really should start calling me by my name." You sighed, stopping to stand in front of him.

"I like calling you sergeant."

"And I liked calling you lieutenant." You shot back, taking a sip of your drink despite your head screaming at you not to.

"Bet you like calling me Simon more."

Your eyes widened at his statement. He wasn't wrong but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Thanks for the drink, by the way."

"It's no problem. Thought I owed you for the bourbon."

You hummed in agreement but said nothing.

"Friends of yours?" He nodded towards your table where all of them were watching the two of you interact intently.

"Uh, yeah. First night out since being home so..." You shrugged.

"Having fun?"

"I was." You regretted your words immediately, knowing that you’d been insensitive.

"Ruined it, did I?" He asked but it wasn't malicious.

"No. Just... unexpected."

He nodded. "So, which one's your boyfriend?"

You were surprised at the question. Last time he'd enquired about your personal life it hadn't gone so well.

"You live alone?"

"Yeah. Used to have a hamster but he died a few months back."

He blinked at you and said nothing so you rushed off to make tea, desperately trying to come up with a new topic to talk about when you got back to him.

"That's presumptuous of you, lieutenant."

"Just making conversation with you, sergeant." The return of dropping rank had you tingling inside. Might have just been the alcohol though.

You huffed. "None of them."

"Girlfriend then?"

You shook your head. "Nope."

"Sorry soul you're torturing with your affection couldn't make it then? What a shame." His eyes narrowed, you presumed he was joking.

"I'll ignore that insult. I'm single." Setting your drink on the surface of the bar, you leant your hip against the side but not before taking a step closer to him.

"Lucky for the world then that you're not burdening anyone with yourself."

"Jesus, Simon." You laughed out of shock, struck with his bluntness.

"Had to be said."

"Huh, you really are a charmer." You flashed him a glimpse of your teeth in a small smile, brows raising on the last word of your sentence.

"I try my best.” Pause. “Why are you single?"

"Because my affection is a burden apparently." Repeating his own words back to him seemed better than explaining your depressing void of no romance in your life because of your job. But maybe he’d understand.

"I'm serious."

"Why do you care?"

Simon didn’t strike you as the kind of person who gave a shit about the love lives of people he worked with. So why did he seem so interested in yours?

He didn't answer straight away and when he did, it seemed rehearsed. "You're my sergeant, part of my team. It's my role to care."

"To make sure I stay alive. Not to inquire about my love life." You were properly frowning at him now.

Ghost raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry I asked."

With a sigh, you relented. "The job."

"Go on…"

"Makes it difficult. The job makes it difficult to date. Especially civilians." You added the last bit on with clenched teeth. It didn’t really matter. Civilians were not on your romantic radar.

"Would you want to date a civilian?"

He saw straight through you.

"No, not really."

"Hmm."

You wanted to avoid discussing the topic any further so asked a question to change the subject. "What're you drinking?"

"Scotch that Soap recommended."

"And?"

He swished the glass around, the ice clinking against the side. "Utter shite."

"Figures." You took a long look at his drink. “You drink it on the rocks.”

“Tastes better cold. Less shit.”

“That your second glass?”

"Monitoring my alcohol intake, sergeant?” He asked and you shook your head as he looked you up and down. “You gonna take a seat or just stand there all day?"

"I'm supposed to be going back to my friends." You gestured weakly over your shoulder with your thumb, kind of forgetting they’d still been there until that moment.

His eyes flickered between the table and you. "Think we both know that isn't happening any time soon."

You hated how he saw straight through you. "Do we?"

"We do. Take a seat, sergeant." He nodded towards the stool next to him.

You stood up straighter, making a point to look directly into his eyes. "I like being eye level with you."

His foot hooked around the back of your legs and tugged you closer to him. "Think you'll find that I've still got a couple inches on you."

Your skin flushed hot, he was so close to you. You reached out and tapped his chest a couple times before realising what you were doing and removed your hand. "Think you'll find that you've had a bit too much to drink, sir."

"Simon. Thought we'd established that you can call me Simon." He leant back a little bit, relaxing in his seat. “And thought we agreed that you weren’t monitoring my alcohol intake.”

"Sorry." You squeaked.

"Sorry who?"

With a smile, you looked up at him through your lashes. You already knew what you were going to say. "Sorry... Lieutenant Riley."

He smiled. Actually smiled. It was small but it was unmistakable. "Brat."

He was beautiful when he smiled. He was always beautiful but when Simon Riley smiled… he was radiant.

You lit up at the smile but glowered at the insult. "Simon!"

"It's true." He shrugged, taking another mouthful of his drink and wincing at the taste.

"I'm stubborn. Not a brat."

"Believe me, I know you're stubborn. You've almost died like twelve times because you're stubborn. Had to save you every time." He shook his head as if it were a grievance to him.

"Could've left me behind."

"Couldn't do that. I'm your lieutenant, remember? My role is to keep you alive."

"I'm sure Price would let it slide if you had good enough reason." You thought about your Captain and wondered if he'd let you die for a good enough cause. Probably. But you held no resentment towards that fact.

Simon's head tilted to the side as he watched you think. "Don't think he'd accept brat as a reason, hm?"

You raised a finger to correct him. "Stubborn. Not a brat."

"Definitely a brat."

"Stop calling me that." You whined.

"That was the brattiest thing you've ever said. In the brattiest voice." He glared down at you. "You whined."

"You're such a dickhead, Simon." You scoffed but it was clear you were holding back a smile.

"And you're a brat. Guess we're even."

"Okay, I'm going back to my friends. To get away from this targeted attack." You paused. "Unless you want to join."

"I'll pass."

"I guessed. Do you have any friends? Maybe you could use the socialisation." You offered, wondering whether the man ever spoke to anyone when he was home or if he completely isolated himself from the rest of the world.

"Don't have friends for a reason."

That answered that for you.

"And what's that?"

"Ask too many personal questions."

He had a valid point. People did ask too many personal questions and you could understand why someone like Simon wouldn't like that.

"They wouldn't. My friends. They know we tend to be... private."

"You're a sergeant and I'm a lieutenant. Neither of us are privates." He paused to let the joke settle in. "A little army humour."

"I got it. That was good." You beamed at him, eyes crinkling in the corners at his quip.

"How much do they know of what we do?" He nodded in the direction of your friends.

You thought it over for a moment. "Very little. They know more about my teammates than anything else. Even that is limited."

He stiffened at that. "What do they know of me?"

"My quiet lieutenant with no face. Until recently." You let your eyes roam his features, taking all of him in. He was remarkable to look at really. But you'd never voice that to him.

"Hmm."

"There's more but I won't divulge with you." It was a partial joke to mess with him a little. There was some truth behind it however. You may or may not have gushed about your lieutenant to your friends. But that was nothing really. Just friendly appreciation for the man who outranked you.

"That makes me nervous."

Playing with him was too easy and too fun. "You should be."

"I'm reconsidering sitting with you and your friends now." He frowned but wasn't completely serious.

That surprised you. "You were going to?"

"Maybe." He drank more of the Scotch and trembled. "Christ, this stuff is fucking disgusting."

"Order a bourbon, something you know you actually like." You sighed. "Please do. If they're too much we can leave."

"We?" He was always questioning we.

You rolled your eyes at him. "It's always we. Teammates, y'know?"

A level of unsureness settled over his face. "I know."

"Get used to a lot of we then."

"Don't plan on seeing you again after this." The admittance stung but you weren't going to let that stop you.

"I'm sure you thought that last time as well. But here we are. Are you stalking me?" There was a hint of genuineness in the question. There was no way this second chance encounter was pure coincidence.

He shook his head, waving the bar tender over and ordering a bourbon like you'd suggested. "You're too boring for that."

"You have such a way with words. Really know how to make a lady feel special." You said dryly.

"It's a gift." He scratched at the side of his nose, absentmindedly trailing a finger over one of his scars in the process.

"They wouldn't say anything, y'know? Or stare. If you're worried about that. I've come home with my fair share of scars over the years. They understand." You pulled the neckline of your shirt to the side to show off an old bullet wound that had scarred over on your collar bone.

Simon's eyes lingered on the mark on your skin but you couldn't quite read his expression. "People always stare."

"I don't."

"No, you don't." He hesitated. "Okay then."

"Wait, really?" You perked up.

"Yes, really. Quickly. Before I change my mind, sergeant." He rose from his seat, grabbing his drink and gesturing for you to go first.

You gazed up at him. It really was easy to forget just how big he was. "Quick question first?"

He didn't seem keen. "Go ahead."

"How long were you here watching me before you sent the drink over?" You really needed to know, to see how out of it you were.

"Not long." Lie.

Your brow furrowed. "How long, Simon?"

"About forty minutes."

Your eyes widened. You didn't expect it to have been that long. "Fort- Jesus. And I didn't notice you?"

He brushed you off with a small shrug. "You were having fun. Guard was down."

"Still."

"Don't dwell on it. I was just going to leave and not let you know I was here." His eyes moved away from you, the opposite side of his eye contact problem showing.

You ducked to the side to meet his gaze again. "Why didn't you?"

He shrugged again.

You offered him a small slip of affection, just the tiniest thing. "I'm glad you didn't."

He grunted in reply, which was more than you were expecting. So, you just gestured for him to follow you towards the table of your friends where you stopped short a couple feet away. You sent a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure that Simon was still, in fact, there and hadn't pulled a Ghost and disappeared. But he was still standing there watching you when you checked. Which meant it was time for introductions... which you sucked at.

"Everybody, this is Simon. My lieutenant. Simon this is... everybody." You frowned at the crowded table in front of you. "You'll pick up names. It's alright that he joins us, yeah?"

“Of course.”

"Yeah."

"Oh, my god, yes."

"Take a seat, mate."

"Where you from, Simon?"

"Manchester."

"Ugh, he's a Manc! Moving on!"

You laughed as you squeezed into the booth with Simon next to you, trying not to touch him too much. "What did I miss? What are we talking about?"

"My husband is cheating on me." One of your friends announced dramatically.

Your eyes widened at the confession. "What? Really?"

"I suspect he is." She pouted, slumping forward onto the table.

"As if. He worships the ground you walk on. As he should. What makes you think he's cheating?" You debated whether this was a good topic to be talking about with your lieutenant sat right there. But then you figured that Simon needed some friends. And what was a better way to make friends than through some old-fashioned gossip?

"Late nights as work. Going to the gym a lot. He's not getting any fitter either."

You winced. "Ah, well that is quite damning."

"Yeah. I'm trying to build up the courage to just ask him about it."

"Yeah, confront him. If he's cheating then come to me. I know how to use a gun and hide a body." You winked at her.

"Sergeant." Simon's warning tone came from beside you.

"I'm kidding, lieutenant." You looked to your friend again and mouthed. "I'm not."

Another one of your friends spoke up, leaning on the table on his elbows. "God, you guys are so formal. Even during leave."

"We don't have to be. He refuses to call me anything other than sergeant. I think it's because he secretly doesn't know my name." You nudged Simon with your elbow and then, realising what you'd done, pulled back quickly. Maybe taking a break from the drink would be a good idea for a while.

"Not true." Ghost shook his head slowly.

"So you claim. Yet you've yet to refer to me as anything other than sergeant."

"It's fun watching you squirm thinking you have to be on your best behaviour all the time." He sent you a sly smirk, his eyes squinting just the tiniest bit.

Your jaw dropped. "I'm asking Price to reassign me. This is bullying."

"Wouldn't let Price do it." He countered, leaning in dangerously close.

"Who's Price?"

The both of you pulled back at the question and answered simultaneously. "Captain."

"Ah, okay. The one with the mutton chops, right?" One friend offered.

You nodded. "Right."

Simon huffed. "That's what you told them about Price?"

"It's his best feature."

"Christ, woman." He groaned, rubbing a hand across his face.

"Ooh, woman's a new one."

A friend volunteered in your defence. "To be fair, she's not allowed to tell us much. She usually gives us one identifying feature of every person she tells us about. So we can keep up."

"I'm assuming Soap is the fact that he's Scottish."

"Scottish with Mohawk. He gets two."

"What's Gaz?"

"Baby of the team."

"Fitting. Me?"

You stayed silent.

"What is it?"

You shook your head. "Can't say. Classified."

"Sergeant." His voice was harsh, demanding.

But you weren’t going to give in. "Lieutenant."

"I won't be insulted." His voice dropped to its familiar bored tone, as if trying to force the idea that it wouldn’t bother him.

That’s not what concerned you however. "Don't think you would be."

"Then why can't you tell me?”

"Just can't." Stellar reasoning, well done.

"I could ask them." He tilted his head in the direction of your friends, who were all watching you completely enraptured.

You didn’t back down, stare hardening at him. "Go ahead."

"Fine." He turned to the table. "What's my identifying feature?"

There was a moment of silence before someone gave in and admitted it. Traitors. "You don't have one."

There was a split second of delay before he replied. "She doesn't talk about me then?"

"Quite the opposite actually." One of your friends giggled.

Another stepped in. "Talks about you sooo much that you don't need an identifying feature. Just know who her lieutenant is."

"Besides, apparently you usually wear a mask. You have no features."

A raised finger of a counterpoint. "Arguably, the mask is the feature."

Ghost turned to you, almost smug. "You talk about me, sergeant?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Simon. You're good at what you do. I can appreciate that." You sniffed, rolling your shoulders back to force yourself to relax.

"Out loud? With your friends?"

You shot him an irritated look. "Get over yourself."

"Didn't say anything."

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. "I know what you're thinking."

"I'm sure you do." He exhaled deeply, glancing away from you towards his drink.

Your own gaze moved back towards everyone else around the table. "Moving on! What else is happening with you guys?"

"Saw your parents a couple days ago. They said they didn't know you were home."

Well, that wasn’t the jollier topic you hoped to move on to.

A fake smile automatically set itself on your face at the mention of your family. "Fuck. What did you say?"

"Lied for you and said you only just got back. Might want to call them."

"I will do that. At some point.” Lie, lie, lie.

"Mhm, your sister had another baby as well. That's what? The fourth niece or nephew you haven't met?" There was a note of condescension in your friend’s voice.

You shrugged, knowing you had a decent enough reason. If your job counted as decent. "I've been busy. And it's only the second."

"We're not judging. Your parents might be though."

"Well, that's lovely to know." You slouched down in your seat. The relationship with your parents was… touchy, to say the least. Desperately seeking their approval for years had left the bond with them strained. And you being away from home so often definitely hadn’t helped the rockiness of it all.

"Also they seem convinced that you've met a military man and are going to come home engaged or married..."

Your face scrunched in disgust. "Oh, ew. What the fuck?"

Simon elbowed you harshly in the ribs. "We're not that bad."

"Share a bunk with Soap and come back to me on that." You snapped back. Your fellow sergeant was a snorer who regularly farted in his sleep. He was like your brother but man did you hate having to sleep in close proximity to him.

"Fair point.” He grumbled back to you. “But why are they under that impression?"

"They know I don't date civilians."

"Or anyone." One of your friends mumbled in her drink.

"Thank you.” You sent her a sarcastic smile. “So they think I'm after a man in uniform."

"Aren't you?" The same friend asked.

You closed your eyes and clenched your jaw. "In... theory."

"Not in practice though." She carried on, loving the way you were squirming.

"We know not in practice, okay? Doesn't need to be said aloud.” You spared a glance at the man beside you before adding a harsh whisper. “Especially in front of my lieutenant."

"I'm sure Simon is loving this."

"It comes with the job. Family troubles and no love life." He offered some of your words back to you from earlier, shrugging. You were glad of the support from him, even if it was only your own thoughts.

"You got any friends for her Simon? Anyone on the team you think she'd be good with?"

He shook his head. "Nah, not good enough for her."

Wait, what? Not good enough? For you? Since when did he have such a high opinion of you?

A friend of yours cooed. "That's sweet. If it helps, she's great in the sack."

You choked on the mouthful of drink you were taking, slamming your glass back down. "And how exactly would you know that?!"

"I shared a house with you in uni, babes. I remember all those guys coming out of your room with dazed smiles looking as if they'd just had the time of their life." She grinned at you slyly.

Eyes wide. Jaw dropped. Heart racing. "Oh, my god. Please shut up."

"You asked."

"I didn't need such a detailed answer!” You were ignored.

"Although you may be quite rusty at the moment. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

You covered your face with your hands. "For the love of everything that is good in this world, please be quiet."

"I'm just saying. We're all friends here, aren't we?" She laughed, mainly gesturing towards your higher up.

"He's my lieutenant!"

"Wait, Simon, are you single?"

You cut in before it could go any further. "Nope! Okay! So... sister? Baby. Parents? Delusional. What else?"

Everyone around the table chuckled at your reaction but moved on anyway, much to your relief.

"They're hoping you’re home for Christmas this year."

Your hand tightened around your drink. "I hope I'm not."

"Thought you'd say that."

Paying little attention to what your friend actually said, you mumbled to yourself. "That's fucking ridiculous of them. What the actual fuck?"

"We said the same." Mumbled loud enough for them to overhear apparently.

Simon looked confused. "What's the issue there?"

You failed to answer so someone else did for you. "They uninvited her to Christmas three years ago. Hasn't been back since."

"Why would they do that?"

"Didn't approve of her lifestyle."

He turned to you. "Your... lifestyle?"

"Murderer daughter." You bit back, bitterly.

His body tightened with tension. "You're not a murderer."

"Tell them that." You snorted. "Why do they want me home now?"

"Beats us.” Your friends said in weird unison.

"Wish they'd make their mind up over whether they want to disown me or not. It's exhausting trying to keep up."

The table laughed at that. Simon did not. But did he laugh at anything?

“I’m gonna get another drink. Want one?” He looked down at you, pointing vaguely at your almost empty glass.

“Uhh… sure. Thanks.” You smiled at him, which he obviously didn’t return. After briefly asking everyone else if they wanted anything, which they declined, he stalked off in the direction of the bar.

Once he was a few paces away, one of your friends practically launched herself halfway across the table and lowered her voice to a hushed whisper. "He's gorgeous, babes."

You decided to play coy. "You think?"

"You don't?" Her brow was raised in disbelieving accusation.

The coy act was dropped pretty quickly. "Oh, I know he is. Just didn't think you would."

"Well, I do. And he’s definitely your type, absolutely perfect for you. Plus he so likes you."

You scoffed. "No, he doesn't."

"He fancies the pants off of you!" She insisted.

You didn’t buy it. "I can guarantee that he does not."

"He can't take his eyes off you!"

"He has a staring problem." You shrugged, it was true.

"Yeah, the problem is that he can't stop staring at you."

You thought about it. Yeah, he stared at you a lot. But he stared at everything. Didn't mean he stared at you with... feelings or whatever your friends were implying. Just that he had a staring problem.

"Lieutenant Simon Riley does not like me." It was a finalised statement, one that you believed wholeheartedly.

"Open your eyes, babes. He likes you."

"Do you like him?"

Avoid answering. "Not allowed to like him. He's my lieutenant."

"That doesn't answer our question."

Shit.

"Maybe a little." You pinched your fingers together, there was no point lying to them, and shook your head. "Doesn't matter anyway."

"Why?"

"Because, say he did like me, he'd never admit it. And I'm not going to push him into anything. I'm just glad he's talking to me and accepting my attempt at us being friends." That was true. You were loving how he wasn’t completely rejecting your friendship. He maybe wasn’t embracing it but he wasn’t pushing you away either.

"That's so sad, babes."

"Cheers.” You deadpanned. “It can't happen anyway."

"Why not?"

"Relationships aren't allowed. Makes us a liability. My captain would reassign one of us as soon as he caught wind of it. And it would be me." The thought of Price reassigning you was horrid. You loved your team more than anything.

"Simon said he wouldn't let your captain reassign you."

That was true, he did. "He was joking... I think."

"I don't think he was. That man stares at you like he's ready to eat you. It's like listening to Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen in real life!"

Groan. "You watched Dirty Dancing again, didn't you?"

"Yes, but that's not the point. The point is that Simon looks at you with hungry eyes. And don't judge my love for Dirty Dancing." Two of your friends nodded in agreement with her.

"I'm not. I'm judging your favourite song choice when Love Is Strange by Mickey and Sylvia is clearly the superior song on the soundtrack." You said as you downed the last bit of your drink, thankful Simon was bringing you another one. Your mouth was dry and the initial buzz was wearing off. You’d need more alcohol if this interrogation was going to continue despite it probably not being the best idea.

"Blasphemy!” She declared before quietening herself. “Oop, we gotta be quiet now because he's coming back over. Simon!"

He froze in his tracks, a glass clasped in each large hand. "Yes?"

"Can you settle a debate for us?"

You froze too, wide-eyed. They weren't going to ask about him staring at you, were they?

"Sure...?"

You smiled at his unsure tone. Big, scary man who got shot at for a living was terrified of answering a little question.

"You've seen Dirty Dancing, yeah?"

You relaxed.

"I have."

Surprising.

"Which is a better song? Hungry Eyes or Love Is Strange?"

"Oh, I... uh-"

"Leave the poor man alone." You laughed despite being a little curious about his music taste.

"I always liked She's Like the Wind."

That shocked you to your core. "Patrick Swayze fan?"

"Used to have a mullet just like his." He placed your drink in front of you. "Here you go. You look surprised."

"I always am when you don't disappear. And when you admit to being a Patrick Swayze fan." You snorted, taking the drink from him.

"Learn to have a little faith, Sarge." He sighed as he sat down next to you again, an inch closer than before you were sure.

A burning feeling settled in your chest at the nickname. Sure, it was only a shortened version of your rank, and a common one at that, but it was something. Not sergeant. Not woman. Sarge. You decided to let it slide to see if he’d ever do it again of his own accord.

"Your name's Ghost for a reason." You sing-songed, the image of his mask flashing through your mind.

"I'll give you that. But remember, Simon here."

"Still weird."

"Still Simon."

You chewed the inside of your bottom lip before asking your next question. "Patrick Swayze?"

"He was blond."

"Like you, you mean?"

Hesitation. "Yeah."

You hummed and thought about him with a mullet. What an odd thing to admit to you. But you’d never complain. If Simon was willing to offer you little tidbits of silly information about himself, then you were going to absorb every single one and treasure them forever.

A/N: Simon with a mullet as a teen because he wanted to be Patrick Swayze when he grew up is canon to me now.

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could you do fernando alonso imagine where he’s a sugardaddy and she’s a student in college ? reader is around 22 and the relationship originally started out with no feelings just sex, because he had a no falling in love rule, but then they both fall in love with each other ? thank you 💕

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 / 𝑭𝑨𝟏𝟒

pairing: sugar daddy!fernando alonso x fem!reader

word count: 3.0k

author's note: shout out to my girl @loomiscorpse who help me during the creative process of this one 🤎 also, i went a little different with the "no falling in love rule" but nothing crazy

warnings: significant age gap (reader is 22, fernando is 41), brief mentions of sex, brief descriptions of oral (female receiving), not meant for minors.

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You decided to follow one of your friend's tips and find a different kind of financial help. At first, you thought it was bullshit, but after you saw her getting tons of money, wearing different designer clothes every day, and going to all the most expensive places, you just needed to know her secret. There's no way a college student could afford all that, you thought. And when she opened up to you about her "sugar relationship", you thought the worst. That's prostitution, but she promised you it wasn't. She swore she wasn't sleeping with her so-called "sugar daddy". So you decided to give it a try and find one for yourself.

She got you into an exclusive website, where you found some rich older guys who were looking for company and a young girl to spoil. Some of them reached out to you, but they were kinda boring, and their interests were only about wine, golf, etc. When you came across a Formula 1 driver, you thought he would be one of those guys, that he would want to talk to you about vintage cars or his career. Unfortunately, you didn't know anything about cars, nor about F1, but when you started to chat, he never mentioned anything about cars or his professional life. Not once.

You frequently chatted with him on that website, but you had no idea how to approach the only subject that mattered to you; money. He was so nice to you, you didn't want to seem like a gold digger. Eventually, he started to tip you, and you didn't even ask for anything. He invited you to dinner, and you got a chance to know each other better. One dinner turned into another, and another, another... And he bought you small gifts, mostly pretty dresses that you wore for him every night you were supposed to meet each other.

Today you wore a silky green gown he gifted you the last time he took you to dinner. You entered the restaurant, giving the name "Alonso" so that the waiter could take you to your table.

This time he chose an italian restaurant, where you'd be eating to candle lights. He was a romantic man... even if he kept you waiting for half an hour. And while you sat there all alone, you sipped on an expensive glass of wine that cost almost your entire rent, that he obviously would pay for making you wait.

"I'm so sorry it took me so long, hermosa..."

His voice captured you. Fernando had a thick spanish accent, that apart from his looks, you thought was the sexiest thing about him. Of course, you were there for the money, but you were not blind. You felt lucky that you got yourself some sort of sponsor that was not only very nice, but very handsome as well.

He greeted you with a kiss on each side of your face. He carried a strong, masculine, scent of sandalwood, that impregnated your nostrils.

"If you were so busy we could've had dinner another time" You watched as the spaniard took a sit on the other side of the table.

He frowned, obviously feeling your discontent "I had a couple of stupid interviews to give, I just didn't know it would take so long. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, Y/n"

"Sure..." You pondered, drinking your wine.

"And how's my favorite lawyer doing?" He tried to cheer you up.

"I'm not there, yet" You bit back a grin, your need for validation feeling quite happy with the title, "But I'm okay, I guess"

"What about college?" He asked, and called out for one of the waiters to bring in more wine for you both.

"Hmm... One of my professors is in need of an assistant, and it's paid work. It's not much, but it will help me a lot with rent, and the tuition, and..."

"Won't that get in the way of your studies?" Fernando interrupted you.

You could lie to him and tell him it wouldn't, but Fernando was no dumb man. And honestly, you were getting tired of having to look for small jobs every time the money got tight. You even thought of selling one of the dresses he gave you so you could pay for your college tuition, which was... pretty late.

Your silence spoke for you.

He sighed, "Why don't you ask me for anything?"

How could say you needed the money? Well, you got there because of it, but you didn't have the guts to ask for it.

"I don't know..." you muttered.

"You don't know?" Fernando questioned, "Y/n, I want to give you those things! The money means nothing to me. I won't let you be someone's assistant and have no time to study. Let me handle your college tuition, and your rent, okay?"

That was too good to be true. Fernando was too good to be true. He wasn't asking for anything and wanted to give you everything. But if there's one thing you learned being a law student, is that everything has a price.

"What can I do to pay you back?"

Fernando chuckled, "You catch things real quick, don't you? You're going to be a great lawyer" He gave you a flirtatious wink.

"Fernando." Licking your lips, you voiced in an accusatory tone, "I'm not a whore."

He frowned, quite offended by your statement "Y/n, it's not like that, I would never think that of you. Don't ever say that again."

"But you gonna ask me to sleep with you, aren't you?" You inquired.

"No..." Fernando smirked, "...unless you want me to ask you to." He purred in a low voice.

And then, it was like all the noises around you vanished. You both were there, at the restaurant, and suddenly you weren't. You couldn't recall how you got to his hotel room.

And you thought there would be some doubt or regret, anything that would make you stop it, but instead, you overflowed with lust and desire through your veins as his hands touched you, squeezing your thighs and ass. You deep sighed when his wet kisses found their way from your mouth to your neck, leaving bites on your soft spot. You almost moaned.

Fernando turned you on your back against the wall and unzipped your dress to help you out of it. His lips sucked on your skin, leaving remains of his devotion marked on you. He turned you back to him, slipping the silky fabric through your legs. Unconsciously, you covered your breasts as soon your dress touched the floor, and your intimacy was protected only by black laced panties.

He looked into your eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation in you. You startled him by attacking his lips in an urge, as the hands that once covered your breasts now tangled onto his hair. He lowered his lips to your chin, neck, and collarbone until eventually, they found your sensitive nipples. He sucked and bit on them until you became a whining mess, begging him to go lower. And he did as you asked, kneeling in front of you and placing one of your legs above his shoulder. A breathy moan escaped from your throat as soon as his wet tongue touched your warm core.

He made you cum three times that night. If you were being honest, your expectations weren't too high, and he gave you the best sex of your life.

When you thought it couldn't get better, there was the aftercare. There were the calls, the messages, the surprise gifts. He would always send someone to take you anywhere you wanted and pick you up as well, and when you got home, there were lots of flowers waiting for you. Chocolates. Clothes. Jewelry. He gave you everything you could ask for, and for none of it you did.

And most importantly, he listened to you. During your calls, you talked more about your essays and the constant university environment stress than he shared about his work and personal life. He liked to listen to you babbling about attorney shit that you learned during your classes. He admired your brain more than your body, and for that, you felt seen.

Fernando was different from every man that you ever had in your life. There weren't many, as you always prioritized your studies and never had much time for dating, but you had a couple of dates during your first year in university. You thought the rich people from your college would treat you like one of them, that they wouldn't care that you were not from a wealthy family because it wouldn't matter. But the boys only used you for fun, and the girls ignored your existence.

Fernando made you forget all that.

As the months went on, you eventually got attached to him. You missed him terribly when he was away. You even took some of your free time to study Formula 1, so you could understand a little more of his world and his passion for motoracing. You started to follow the races so you could cheer for him, blushing and giggling like a teen schoolgirl every time his face appeared on tv, or screaming excitedly every time he made it to the podium.

Even when he was away, you felt like you weren't alone anymore.

With time, you noticed that Fernando had established some unvoiced boundaries; You never really slept together. After sex, he'd let you sleep in his arms, but he would leave the room once you were snoozing. On your free days, he would take you traveling with him for the races, but never to the races. He'd leave you at the hotels, with his credit card so could go shopping if you wanted to. Perhaps he just didn't want to be seen with a woman at the paddock, but you never asked why, and you never asked him to take you there.

And then he surprised you.

Fernando was having a great time after he qualified on pole in Monza, so he took you to celebrate with him at his favorite restaurant, which he had reserved just for you both for the night.

But in the middle of a conversation, Fernando handed you an envelope.

"What's this?" You questioned, having it open.

After finishing reading the pieces of information written on the paper, you glanced up at him through lowered lashes.

Fernando cleared his throat, "You're a law student, so I'm hoping you won't be offended by it"

"You're having me sign an NDA?"

You tried to sound less hurt and more unbelieving, but the crack in your voice was giving away how you felt about the non-disclosure contract in your hands.

"Y/n, It's just proceedment. Actually, my lawyer said I should have asked you to sign this sooner." Fernando insisted, placing a pen on top of the table.

You peeked at the paper again, finding a very intriguing paragraph.

Clause 3: The relationship between the parties is entirely "professional", not being considered a romantic relationship.

Clause 4: The parties are obliged to keep the relationship strictly professional, in which, romantic feelings affect the breach of contract.

"The breach of any present clause will be considered a breach of contract, in which the parties must terminate the contact immediately." You read it out loud, "Jesus, Fernando! You're basically rubbing in my face that there's nothing serious between us!"

Fernando frowned, confused, "Is that a problem?"

Yes.

Your heart ached. You remembered the calls, the laughs, the intimate conversations, everything and every moment you shared with him.

Why am I so bothered by this?

That's when it hit you.

I'm in love with him.

You haven't even signed the contract yet and you already breached it.

Yes, that is a problem.

"No" You noted, dryly, "Except from the fact that makes me feel objectified. Like I am your whore."

"I asked you not to–"

He went silent once you grabbed the pen and signed the contract right in front of him.

"Thanks for the dinner, Nando. I'll meet you back at the hotel." You murmured before leaving the table.

You were officially forbidden to fall in love with him, like it wasn't obvious before with all the secret affair stuff. And now, you had to deal with your feelings or lose him forever.

Fernando stayed at the restaurant and ate dessert alone. He felt bad for offending you and wondered if the non-disclosure agreement was really necessary. It's been months and not once have you exposed him, nor questioned his decision to not go out with you in public.

Why would you?

Why wouldn't you?

Oh, now he felt bad about it.

Once he got back to the hotel, he went to your room to apologize. Fernando found you in bed, curled up and snoozing, still in the same dress you wore at dinner. He could have just left the room and closed the door, but laid with you, wrapping you in his arms and finally, for the first time, sleeping in the same bed with you.

You never spoke about the contract again, but you noticed how things started to change after that. He took you to the paddock for the first time so you could watch a qualifying session. He took you shopping with him, not minding the risk of being caught by a paparazzi. You held hands in public. He kissed you. He did all the things you thought it was forbidden for boundaries. And still, there was nothing but professionalism between you.

You were good at pretending. You were good at smiling even when something bothered you, at lying when something hurt you, and at doing something even when you didn't want to. You got there for the money but stayed for him.

But you couldn't take it anymore. Every week there was tabloid news where there were rumors of him and many different women, and none of them were you. Fuck, even Taylor Swift was one of them, but not you. You were nobody. He was somebody.

You had to let him go.

Once more, Fernando took you to a private dinner. This was the last you were going to see each other before he left for Abu Dhabi, but you had planned this to be the last time you'd see each other ever again.

"It's a shame you have to stay for your finals, I really wanted you to come with me." Fernando gushed, "The last time you went to see a race, I won. Maybe you're my lucky charm."

"Stop."

Fernando went silent. You took a deep breath and chose your next words carefully. You didn't want to hurt him, but you also didn't want that situation to hurt you even more.

"We can't do this anymore, Fernando" You looked down at your own hands, too afraid to face him, blinking to keep tears from falling, "I can't take it."

"You can't...? Y/n, what's going on? I thought you liked this. What is the problem, cariño?" He questioned, quite worried.

"The problem is that I like this!" You raised your head to look at him. The tears fell from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks ungovernably.

Fernando frowned, "I don't understand..."

"I like this!" Sobbing, you wept your tears, "I love the things you gave me! The things you did for me..."

"Did I do something wrong? Have I not given enough?"

You shook your head, sniffling "No. I signed the NDA. We must end this."

"So is this about the contract? Fernando speculated.

"Fernando..."

"If it's money, we can do something about it. I don't know, I can give you an allowance or something, but–" He pleaded, "–please don't do this. Don't leave me."

"I'm so grateful for you, but no money in the world is capable of buying me what I really want"

He pried, "What do you want, Y/n?"

"You!" you bawled, "Shit, no designer dresses are compared to the way you kiss me! There's no jewelry, no fancy restaurant, no expensive hotel that gets close to the way you make me feel. I love you so much..."

"You love me?"

"...more than I can put into words, Nando."

Fernando stared directly into your eyes like you were in a staring contest. He analyzed every inch of your face, capturing your features like a photograph. His face didn't show any clue about what was going on in his mind. He didn't say a word. He just stared, and you couldn't look at him anymore. You felt rejected.

"It's okay, I know you don't feel the same, I know I'm not the kind of woman you would fall in love with. I get it. And, as you said, I'm a law student, the contract said..." You started another sentence without looking at him.

"You don't get it, do you?" He interrupted, getting over your words, "I do like you, y/n. In fact, you're the exact type of woman that I would fall in love with, and I did. Otherwise, you think that I would be taking you to places where you would be seen with me? I've been treating you like a girlfriend for ages by now." He beamed, gazing up at you. "The contract is over, ok? After that night, I felt miserable, knowing that I hurt your feelings and never gave it to my lawyer, so let's forget all this contract thing and move on. What do you think?"

Fernando was calm. You could see this in his eyes, and also, he was telling the truth.

"You should've told me that..." You grinned, still sobbing, watching him take your hands in his, "I've been faking smiles, silently comparing myself with all those girls that are rumored to be dating you, Nando. You don't know how terrible and hurt I felt..."

Fernando pressed a kiss on the back of your hand and entwined your fingers to his.

"It doesn't matter. You're the one for me. The only one I want."

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I love smut blurbs as much as the next person about eddie but what I love even more is domestic eddie. Like cooking breakfast or dinner together. Running around the grocery store throwing food in the basket just because it looks good. Him coming home from a long exhausting day of work and just rubbing his shoulders and starting his shower for him. Maybe on his days off you guys sleep in and then hop in his van and go for a ride outside of hawkin. Inviting Wayne over for dinner on Sundays and watching them drink beer and bond over cars etc. Listening to him and the dnd club argue over what's happening in the campaign. Idk fluffy domestic eddie really speaks to me on a whole different level.

domestic eddie has my heart, darling.

now, i'm not gonna lie, eddie will be a shit cook at first. but when you came home one time too exhausted, unable to cook bc you were the one who always cooks seeing as he can't cook for shit, he made sure to learn how to.

you'd come home and there's just an entire cooked chicken in the middle of the table. he said that chicken parts confused him and he just bought a whole one and bought a recipe book. to top it off, he made roasted potatoes. they were fucking amazing.

(also, he was clad in a pink, floral apron of yours, hair up in a messy bun, hands covered in oven mitts with tongs in his hand. it's such a sight to see.)

going to the grocery with him is another level. when he was with wayne, his wants were limited. he can only take two of those he wanted because money was short. but when you both got a job and had your own home and started earning adult money, well—

eddie would be pushing the cart, jumping and hopping on it as he moves, would beg constantly to let you buy him the sweet, almost diabetic cereals there is. would chuck in an entire gallon of ice cream, beers of different brands, and just full out processed foods because, lets be honest, sometimes he doesn't eat healthily.

when he comes home from work, exhausted, you'd urge him to lay down on his stomach at the couch, you sitting on his thighs and just cracking his back and he MOANS LIKE A WHORE istfg. but as much as it turns you on, poor baby is tired and you just want to, well, baby him.

get his shower ready, get with him in the tub, relax him with a few strokes down there and an orgasm, before you guys let your eyes go dry from watching endless tv while you cuddle in the sofa.

one thing he loves is roadtrips. you guys would both leave anytime of the day—no clothes, just money and snacks, and drive wherever; listening to music, fucking in the back of his van, kissing the back of your hand as he drives with one hand outside of town. hearing you sing as you kick your feet up the dashboard with the windows down, and he just stares at you like you're the most beautiful human being in existence.

wayne would come over every sunday. always. you guys would drink beer, watch a movie or play board games (queue sore loser eddie playing monopoly) and talk about your childhood while eddie has an arm around you and you just converse with his uncle with a bright smile (eddie thinking right then and there that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you).

the kids would come over too! movie nights with them, sometimes playing dnd and you're just relaxing at the sofa while they yell and argue and just swoon when eddie DMs.

dancing around wherever you want to. he'd sing you songs that aren't metal. turning the radio on and spinning you around in the middle of the kitchen when you're cooking or when it's morning and you're drinking coffee.

helping you paint the walls when you first moved in. having a very messy paint fight—that sometimes would lead to an actual fight on which color of the wall you guys would choose.

CUDDLES WHENEVER YOU WANT TO. in the living room, sitting on his lap when he sits on the kitchen island, in your bedroom. all that shit.

sometimes you both would walk around naked just for the fun of it. because you guys live together. eating while walking, smoking, and while he no longer deals, he still smokes weed with you.

i cant think of anything else. my pinkies had gone numb coedodneoxndoe i love domestic eddie :(

#anon #answered #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

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ppeonppeonhan · 3 months

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Dead Friends Forever Q&A-Style Review

I listen to a movie podcast called The Rewatchables, and they have interesting categories that I want to examine this series through.

Most rewatchable scene: It has to be the last one, because we've been talking about it nonstop since it aired. Plus, it lives in my head, rent-free, like Non is haunting me. Like WE failed him. 😱

But since I'm a BL girlie, who loves a well-crafted sex scene, I also have to include both of Phee and Jin's high-heat moments when Phee's trying to seduce him on the balcony and when they have rough sex in Jin's room. I'm not gonna lie: That was some king shit on Ta's end.

Best quote: "No one could leave this abandoned house — not even one." Come on! It foretold the surreal ending and fulfilled the victim's wishes. Gold.

What aged the best? The way that even the bullies perceived teacher Keng as a groomer, who took advantage of a desperate child — that will most definitely make that subplot still bearable even a decade from now.

What's aged the worst? The unaliving and SA montage in the finale that some have said was insensitive/irresponsible to have included. It was like trigger after trigger after trigger — practically a machine gun of traumatic scenes. The fandom could sincerely organize a class action lawsuit against the writer and director for them to pay for our therapy bills.

Scene-stealing location: The lake. Such a beautiful setting for romance, betrayal, and revenge. 😈

Best shot: Definitely the one of Tan from above when he's successfully drugged all of his victims. Iconic.

Are we sure this person is good at their job? Tee's uncle. The fact that he has so much riding on two teenagers is ridiculous. He didn't just start being a con man / mob boss that week. How does he not have a more stable criminal infrastructure at this point?

Best use of food and drink: Obviously, Tan spiking the beverages, knowing it would be the easiest way to poison everyone.

Was there a better title? Absolutely not. The play on the phrase "Best Friends Forever," an archaic term popularized in the '90s that puts way too much pressure on kids to find their kindred spirit and hold on to them through adolescence and adulthood, was inspired. It truly encompassed the impossibility of it all. There are just so many obstacles ahead of you, like peer pressure, family obligations, love triangles, bullying, ego, insecurity, and cowardice, that it's a lofty promise to make when you've barely finished puberty. Plus, it kind of hints at the ending...

Overacting award: Some could argue Barcode, but part of his performance was meant to be surreal, because it was in the dream state. I, personally, vote Jet (Top). Sometimes I felt like his character was in an entirely different, far more slapstick genre.

The "That Guy" Award: This category is for the actor/famous person you see all the time, but don't know the name of. I noticed a lot of people were excited to see Perth, so I "saw him all the time" on my feed. When I Googled him, that's when I learned that he was on a reality show with other Be On Cloud stars.

Scene-Stealer (with very few scenes): Honestly, whichever extra/stunt double they had wearing that mask, freaking us out. The most memorable of which was when its creepy hand groped Tee.

Recasting couch:

I think Nanon (Bad Buddy) could've been interesting as the tormented Tan, because we would've bought his innocence longer.

It could've added to the mystery if we had the BL twins, AJ and JJ, confuse the narrative.

I would watch Neo in almost anything at this point, and he could've played the morally conflicted Tee as he showcased those skills already in Only Friends.

A younger Mark (Last Twilight) would've fit so well into this cast. He plays lost and guilty quite well.

Picking Nits: This category is for pointing out things that just don't add up.

Why didn't Phee's cop dad have more questions about his son's behavior and activities after he saw who his son was involved with?

What teenager is fine going somewhere that has no wifi or reception? Even I wouldn't do that and I've had wifi as long as these characters have been alive.

Why was Non, a teenager, being medicated for mental health issues, but not being monitored by a mental health professional?

If Tee's uncle didn't want to be at a loss if Non died unexpectedly, then why didn't he let him get his wounds treated and get some rest? Unless the plan was always to harvest his organs, which would still have merited rest. Nobody wants shitty organs.

Unanswerable Questions

If Jin and Phee survived, would they have got back together?

If Non were alive, would Phee have ditched Jin?

What did they do with Non's body?

And, of course, after succeeding: Does Tan recover from his grief and move on with his life? Does he successfully escape arrest? Does he leave behind evidence of what the boys did to his family to further persecute them in death? Is his revenge plot really over...?

That was fun! Tag me if you answer the same Qs.

#bl drama #thai bl #bl series #thai drama #dead friend forever #dff the series #dff spoilers #bl review

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latenightgasstationwalk · 9 months

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List of things Sweeney has done that I don’t talk about because no one would believe me

1. Beat up a guy who forced his way into the womens bathroom at jimmy Johns

2. Made some random guy clean the bathrooms after getting them dirty. also at jimmy Johns

3. Go out and get everyone who lived in our house a gun after our house got broken into

4. Made me drive around with him in the absolute worst neighborhoods in milwaukee (with guns) in search for his Honda Civic that had just been stolen.

5. Texted me “why is the door locked” while I was at work and by the time I texted him back he had already kick our door down and replaced it.

6. Bought a new stove one day out of the blue and when I asked why he said “there’s like one million little mouse shits inside this stove”

7. Shot our ceiling with a revolver from the 1940’s that he was cleaning while loaded.

8. Leave a motorcycle engine in the oven for 6 months that he was “heat treating” whatever that means.

9. Smoke a bare minimum of 20 blunts a day with almost no change in his demeanor

10. Walk out on my first day of training as a manager because he had to beat up one of his roommates

11. Fire me at 10pm on cinco de Mayo while I was already very very drunk

12. Forced me to drink an entire bottle of whiskey (Jim beam 🤮 )with him on the 4th of July when we both had to be at the store by 5am the next morning.

13. Literally bought a car off Craigslist every Fucking month. Every month he’d be selling whatever he got the month before and buying something else. Always for a profit but never really getting out of the used car circuit. He even had a 89 corvette for a while.

There’s so much more but I’d have to like sit and remember it all.

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greatideas-badwriter · 8 months

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Worth The Risk: Chapter 9

As soon as Sakura reached the floor level of the house, she realized there were more people around that she didn't recognize than those she did. Politely, she made her way through the crowded rooms, keeping her head low to not offend anyone or draw attention to herself, until she found Konan in the kitchen.

The woman's orange eyes locked onto her, and she spoke quietly once she was close enough to hear, "Tonight, you are to entertain guests as a lady of this house."

The pinkette's face must've properly emoted her panic because Konan quickly added in an annoyed voice, "I won't force you to provide that type of entertainment. You're more than welcome if you'd like, of course, but you're to drink, smile, and flirt. Do whatever you feel will make these men like you."

"I'm sorry if I'm speaking out of turn, but why do these people need to like me? I'm a housekeeper. Shouldn't I just stay out of sight?"

The older woman's brow furrowed into an expression of disbelief, "Let me give you some advice, Sakura."

She turned to pour a glass of alcohol-spiked cider, speaking softly so only the pink-haired woman would hear and not the men around, "As a female, you have more power than you realize. Men think with their dicks more often than their brains, especially when a woman's younger and innocent-looking, like you. Do you understand?"

Sakura accepted the glass from Konan, swallowing nervously but nodding, 'So that's why she didn't put me in a slutty outfit,' she looked around at the men in the room who were doing little to mask their wandering gazes, 'These are the type of guys that get off on feeling powerful, so someone strong and confident like Konan doesn't do it for them.'

"I-I, um, I don't know if I can do this…."

"Here, drink this," she was handed a second glass, this one being full of a dark-colored liquor, "Chug all of it. Now."

Tears welled in her eyes, but Sakura did as ordered and tossed back the entire drink, wincing as she swallowed before placing the empty cup on the counter and shaking her head, 'Where's Sasuke? It won't take long for that to hit me.'

"Now go. Don't disappoint me."

Internally, the pink-haired woman was pissed, but the fear overshadowed it. 'How dare they try to whore me out! This wasn't in the contract I signed. I read it very carefully!' she thought while walking out of the kitchen as instructed.

By the time she arrived in the den, she was tipsy, but at least the nerves had calmed a little. A couple of guys talked to her briefly before she caught a glimpse of a familiar face across the room and politely excused herself.

'I really should've eaten something before this. I already feel a little dizzy, and I haven't even drunk that much yet.'

"What are you doing here?" It was Mr. Hatake, the professor who'd encouraged her yesterday. The woman stumbled, only for him to hurriedly grab her shoulder and steady her.

Sakura grinned up at him, "Um, well…." She wasn't so drunk that she'd stupidly admit to being employed by the house's owners, especially when he seemed concerned by her presence. "I-I wanted to thank you again for your help yesterday. It meant a lot to me."

His brown eyes were a little hazy, hinting that he'd also had some to drink. That was likely the reason he allowed the topic to change. They chatted casually for a moment or two about the holiday and the weather before he suddenly said, "You look beautiful tonight, by the way. I hope it's alright that I say that."

"Thank you! Kon-Uh, my friend bought this dress for me, so I was worried it wouldn't fit," Sakura averted her gaze with a red face, tossing back a good portion of her drink to mask her slip-up.

'I don't know what I'm allowed to say to people. I potentially almost got myself in trouble just then!'

It was then that Sasuke finally showed up. He didn't come over to speak to Sakura but found a couple of men to chat with across the room, where he glanced her way occasionally. It made her feel much safer, so she relaxed and spoke casually with the professor.

Maybe half an hour later, Sakura gasped, officially intoxicated because she hadn't made that cider to be weak, 'Konan will probably be angry if she finds out I spent the entire night talking to my teacher! I should go before someone tells her.'

"I need a refill, so I'll talk to you later, okay?"

The man nodded, grinning from behind his mask, "Of course. Have a good time. If you happen to see me later, come say hi again."

'Thank God he didn't try to stop me,' Sakura thought, heading into the kitchen for another drink.

"Here, Sweetheart. You look like you might be thirsty." A tall man with tan skin, green eyes, and black hair in a ponytail offered a glass to her.

She hesitantly accepted it, "Thank you, um…"

"Hyo! My name's Hyo. What about you?"

The woman forced a smile, not drunk enough to feel entirely at ease around a strange man, and lifted the cup to her lips while responding, "Nice to meet you. My name's-" "Sakura."

She and the tall man looked over to see Sasuke glaring at the man, "Sasuke…?"

He took the cup from her hand and offered it back to Hyo, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The green-eyed man laughed awkwardly, glancing between them, "Having a drink with Sakura here. Why? Is there a problem? I thought this was a party."

"Drink it."

Sakura's eyes widened when Sasuke shoved the drink into the man's hand, who accepted it with a surprised expression, "What?"

The Uchiha man's glare deepened, "I said drink it. Is there a reason you don't want to?" Hyo's face paled, and he donned an expression of dread. Sasuke scoffed, "That's what I fucking thought. Try something like that again, and you'll have more teeth in your stomach than your mouth."

Rather drunk, Sakura stumbled to keep up when Sasuke grabbed her arm and pulled her into the kitchen and out of the hallway, "Don't drink anything you didn't see poured, Dumbass. Are you trying to get roofied?"

"Oh, is that what happened? Thank you so much for helping me!" Sakura smiled while simultaneously prying at the man's fingers around her arm. Drunk or not, it made her uncomfortable.

He released once at the counter, shooting daggers at Konan, who returned the look with her own, "How fucked up are you right now? Be honest."

Sakura realized he was trying to figure out if it was safe to let her go off on her own again and assured him, "I'm alright. I won't take a drink from a stranger again." She could feel both Yahiko and his wife watching them. Not only did she not want to get into trouble, but she didn't want to drag Sasuke into it, too.

'It's just a little flirting, and that's it. She even promised they wouldn't make me do anything more. Just try to have a good time.'

"If you feel sick, go upstairs." She nodded, accepting a new glass from the Uchiha man. He gave her a warning glare before leaving the room again.

She followed more slowly, only then realizing that Christmas music was playing softly from somewhere in the house. Gravitating toward it, she realized it was the television. An hour passed as the woman talked with whoever came up to her, careful not to lose sight of Sasuke or her drink so nothing terrible would happen.

Another hour passed.

When the party had been going for just under four hours, nearly one o'clock, Mr. Hatake reappeared. Sakura giggled, standing beside him against the wall. She'd cut herself off after her last glass because she was officially trashed. That decision used up the last of her soberness. The woman could barely walk straight, slurred her words, and found almost everything funny.

"Are you alright? Do you need to sit down?" He asked, but an amused twinkle was in his eyes.

Sakura made a negative noise, leaning into him momentarily before beaming at his surprised face, "I didn't tell you this earlier because I was embarrassed, but you're totally my favorite teacher, Mr. Hatake."

"Is that so? I'm flattered."

"Am I your favorite student?"

The man's eyes widened before he chuckled, turning to stand in front of her rather than beside her so he could be better prepared to catch her if she fell, "I'm not supposed to choose favorites. It's a bad practice for teachers."

The pink-haired woman sighed dramatically, "So all that talk about liking how I write my assignments was just you trying to butter me up? You'll make me cry, Mr. Hatake!"

"It's Kakashi."

She met his eye as steadily as possible in her state, "Huh?"

He pulled his mask down under his chin so she could see his grin as he repeated, "Call me Kakashi when we're not at school. That's my name."

A giggle left her lips, and she tilted her head, stumbling to the side as she teased him half-heartedly, "Mr. Kakashi, why'd you go into education when you're this handsome? You could've been an actor or model."

The professor steadied her with a hand on either side of her waist and an incredulous look, "Is that any way for a student to speak to her teacher? You'll give me the wrong idea."

"What do you mean? Should I not call you Mr. Kakashi? I thought you wanted me to."

He chuckled but changed the subject, "I think you should probably call it a night, Sakura. You've had too much to drink. You might hurt yourself if you fall. Should I have your boyfriend come get you?"

"Huh? My boyfriend?"

Kakashi turned his torso, hands still keeping her steady against the wall, and nodded toward Sasuke, who glared at them, "Him."

Sakura gasped, grabbing a loose handful of the man's shirt while dismissively waving her other hand, "Sasuke? He's not my boyfriend! Are you crazy?"

"He's not? He's been keeping an eye on you all night, so I thought maybe…."

"Oh, that. Yeah, he's like my bodyguard! If someone I'm flirting with gets out of line, he'll come beat them up!"

The white-haired man faced her fully again, cautiously asking, "Is that what you're doing? Flirting? Sakura-"

"Oh, he's coming over! Isn't he intimidating? I still get scared of him sometimes when he's mad." Sakura's chest and face felt warm when Sasuke came close enough that he could hear her, and she grinned, "Don't worry! He's not attacking me or anything."

The Uchiha man looked at the teacher, who glared back for some reason before lowering his gaze to her hand, which still clutched a handful of his shirt, "I think he's more at risk of you attacking him right now. C'mon."

'Why'd he have to say that? This is my teacher, for Christ's sake,' she thought but didn't fight when he grabbed her hand and guided her to his side so he could hold around her waist to keep her upright.

Instead, she hugged him with one arm around his middle and laughed, "Mr. Kakashi, I think I'm in trouble, so I'll see you in class on Monday. G'night!"

Sasuke slowly made his way with a very drunk Sakura through the house, toward the stairs so he could put her to bed. She stumbled, a hand on his chest as she giggled, "Ha, sorry. It's these shoes. They're taller than I'm used to."

'She's so annoying,' he thought as she stepped on his foot for the third time in less than two minutes. It was true, but he also found himself incredibly amused by her more honest reactions.

"Ugh, can I take them off? My feet hurt."

"We're almost there, you crybaby."

The woman grumbled, "You're so mean."

At the top of the stairs, she tore away and stumbled into his room rather than Zetsu's, who agreed to let her keep using his room since he never does.

'If I were a good guy, I'd stop her, but I'm not a good guy, am I?'

He shook his head at himself before following her inside just in time to catch her as she lost her balance trying to lean over to take her shoes off, "Just sit down, damn it. I'll do it." Sasuke, too, was drunk, but he had enough sense about him to take care of a drunk girl that he could probably lift with one arm.

After helping her to sit on the edge of the bed, he knelt, pulling one of her feet onto his knee so he could hold it still while unbuckling the two latches at the ankle. It was silent for a few moments as he did, and once he removed the shoe and switched to the other foot, he looked up to see if she'd fallen asleep because she'd stopped talking.

'Jesus Christ.'

The woman was not asleep.

No, she was staring at him with an expression he recognized from the night they nearly slept together. When their eyes met, she sat straighter before looking away while pushing some hair behind her ear, "You're actually kinda nice sometimes. I shouldn't have called you mean."

Sasuke averted his gaze back to her shoe, unbuckling and removing it before allowing her to pull her foot away, 'I have to get outta here, or I'll end up fucking her senseless.' He stood.

She stopped him by grabbing a hand. When he looked down at her, she gasped and released it, "Sorry, I don't know why I did that."

"...Do you want me to stay?" He hesitantly asked. The man was playing with fire, and he knew it.

Sakura grasped handfuls of the skirt of her dress, not meeting his eye, "Kinda."

'Get out of here.'

Sasuke crouched before the inebriated woman and spoke honestly, "If I stay, I'm going to kiss you and touch you and…. I know you don't want that, so I need to go."

Emerald eyes widened in surprise, locking onto his as she tried to comprehend his words.

It seemed like she understood, so he nodded once before standing again, turning to leave. 'Damn it! If it was anyone else, I wouldn't have to be careful. This fucking sucks.'

"I-I don't mind if you kiss me a little bit…."

'Don't fucking do it.'

The Uchiha man came down to her level again, searching her face.

'This is the opposite of what Itachi told me to do!'

She bashfully met his eye before fumbling to place a hand on either of his shoulders and leaning forward, gaze drifting to his mouth and back up.

'Stop her.'

All the arguments disappeared when Sakura pressed her lips softly to his, the scent of alcohol, cider, and vanilla enveloping the enamored man. Sasuke remained still; it was the only thing he could do to keep himself from attacking her. She didn't seem to mind and moved so that her arms rested over his shoulders, angling her head to deepen the kiss, her tongue slipping past his teeth to dance with his in a surprisingly skillful manner.

When the softest hint of a moan left the woman's chest, his hands twitched, reaching to grab her waist only to freeze. "Your hands…they're scary."

'That's what she said last time. If I touch her, will she want to stop? I want her to stay here.'

Sakura felt so small compared to his larger frame, so feminine and pretty. All that was true, but she was kissing him with the confidence of someone dripping with it. The arms over his shoulders grabbed the shirt on his back, and the woman tried to come closer.

The weight shift threw Sasuke off balance, and he caught himself with his hands on the ground as he eased them back so he was sitting with his knees bent. She maneuvered onto his lap, straddling his hips and pressing against him in a way that made his pants tighten.

A low sound rumbled through his chest when her thin fingers slid into his hair, only to pull it so he'd let his head fall back and part their kiss. She panted for air, gasping as she stopped pulling but kept her hand in his messy hair.

Her voice was soft and airy as she spoke between kisses to his neck, "I feel really warm when I'm with you, Sasuke."

He closed his eyes, swallowing hard to keep control of his urges, "If you don't stop soon, I won't be able to help myself."

"Do you want me to? I will." Sakura said that, but her free hand slid beneath his shirt, and she gently bit the damp skin of his neck, following the act by slowly running her tongue over the same spot.

"I mean….no. Keep doing that." 'You're a piece of shit, Sasuke Uchiha.'

To his surprise, the hand beneath his shirt disappeared, only to grab one of his and guide it to her chest. She pulled back to look in his eye with a heated expression that said she wasn't here on planet Earth but somewhere else. Sakura said nothing, but he understood she wanted him to touch her, so she kissed him once before dipping to pay attention to his neck again.

'Fuck it. We're already this far. I'll back off if she says she's scared.'

Sasuke leaned against the wall to support his weight, using his now-free hand to squeeze her bottom, earning a sound of appreciation from the writhing woman in his arms.

A couple moments later, her energy lessened, and she breathed out, "I'm sleepy now…."

The man could've cursed, "You're joking."

"Alright, Sasuke! I thought you two were hooking up all this time, but I never saw anything. Nice! Lucky!" The Uchiha man turned his head to see Kisame and Kakuzu in the hallway helping a trashed Tobi to his room, the latter having been the one to speak. The other two appeared to be at varying levels of irritation.

They moved on without waiting for his response, and he slid the hand from Sakura's chest around to press against the middle of her back with long strands of soft pink hair between his fingers, only for her to remain still and silent, 'You've got to be fucking kidding me.'

"You're asleep, aren't you?"

The woman softly groaned, the hand in his hair falling slack so her arm hung over his shoulder and her face buried into his neck. An exasperated sigh left the man's mouth, and he moved the hand from her ass to wrap it around her middle, glaring at the ceiling as he felt the thin girl's steady breathing against his chest and stomach.

After a moment of convincing himself not to get too pissed off, he got to his feet, holding the underside of her thighs so she wouldn't fall. Sakura sighed softly, moving her other hand around to hug his middle.

Sasuke shook his head in disbelief before carefully kneeling on the bed and laying her down. 'It's my own fault. I already knew she falls asleep easily when she gets this drunk.'

She mumbled his name unconsciously, "Sasu…ke….you…."

The man glared down at her, comically hissing despite knowing she couldn't hear it, "I'm not falling for this a third time. You're gonna fucking kill me."

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babygaunt · 1 year

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Our Story

Hi Guys i just want to share my own fanfiction. Hope you like it. I am not native speaker, please forgive me for any grammatical error.

Male MC X Ominis Gaunt

Fluffy

Part 2 Market

Both of you just arrived at the main market. But it would not be what Ominis expected. As you spend too much time stopping and admiring each merchant whom you passed by.

"Oh look at this Ominis" You said while giving him a red spinach. It is spinach, but with red colour. I bet you never saw it your life"

Ominis responded by a little nod. Of course he had never seen it before, as he has blind since birth. But he doesn't want to hurt you. So he nodded in agreement.

After 20 minutes, tired, Ominis walked to a bench in the corner of the market and took a sit for a while. He never felt exhausted in his entire life as tired as when take a shopping trip with you.

It reminds him of last year, when Sebastian just got home after guiding you to shopping in the Hogsmeade. He needed to drink around 20 Wiggenweld Potions that night to recover". Seb never wanted to tell him further about what was happening. He assumed this what was actually happened.

"No wonder Sebastian never wants to shop with Y/N again" Ominis exhales his breath.

He swears if you just take a stop for every minute to each merchant in the market. Admiring for any item, which is not so unique, but could seem so strange to you. Like red spinach. Who cares about "green spinach" or "red spinach" Ominis talks to himself while hearing you said "I never saw red spinach in Hogwarts or Hogsmeade. Poor those wizards. Never knew good vegetables like this exist.

"Like we have champing chinese cabbage in Hogwarts if you really want a unique vegetable". think Ominis while trying to get up from his beloved brench and starting to walk again to follow you up.

And for the next minute, you already give him a humongous giant crab. Ominis almost shouted a curse from his wand when that big giant crab was placed on his left palm. And what you said " I never see such a big thing in Hogwarts". Ominis just rolled his eyes. How about the giant squid which lived under the black lake. Isn't it much bigger that that crap crab? and that squid already likes your neighbor as Slytherin's common room also located under black lake.

Ominis whispering "Spongify", makes a soap bubble come out from his wand, and he uses it to wash his palm. That bastard Giant Crab leaves a fishy smell. and he does hate it. He wondered what made you like from that bastard crab? the crab reminds him of a baby troll. As that crab is huge, heavy, with hazard skin and fishy smells.

It is already like an hour before you suddenly stop which makes Ominis almost bumping into you.

"Wait Babe, we haven't bought any food" You are screaming.

"What.."Ominis was shocked for a while. "So what are these?" He lifted up some bags which were already brought up by him all the way.

"Well you see bae, I cannot resist buying some goods all around" You replied shyly. "You see this cloth has a cute kitty pattern. It just reminds me of you" You smiled while picking up some goods which you bought all along. "And this watch is make "ting ting '' sound. Isn't so cute?" You start to explain those goods.

Ominis knew if it would never end, so he just pinched your cheeks,and said. "I am hungry and tired. And now we haven't bought any food at all" Ominis pinch your cheeks harder as he is exhausted without any result.

"You are so mean. I just want to have fun while shopping with my own boyfriend" You replied to him.

By your voice, Ominis recognize any disappointment. So he takes a deep breath and gives the happiest smile which he can manage. "Of course. I am happy sweety".

"I love you baby" You just hugged him. The exhausted felt evaporated from Ominis body. He kiss your forehead lighlty. "But now, we do need to buy food okay" He smiled sincerely this time.

"I know. you just stay on the bench there would you? I would search for a snack first" You guide him to the bench in one corner of the market and leave him behind.

Ominis just took a deep breath. He feels exhausted, thirsty, hungry and the worst is about how his boyfriend just spent an hour just to buy such ridiculous items.

His mind wandered about a few years ago. When he was in a year three in Hogwarts. Sebastian went on a date with one Ravenclaw girl. One pretty girl, with huge boobs, thic ass, and smells like a rose in the garden. That is how Sebastian described the girl. But what did Ominis remember about her, if she was a kind of spoiled girl. She always wanted to be there whenever Ominis and Sebastian went through. She ridiculously wants to control Sebastian's life. But the story ended when she pushed Sebastian to leave Ominis as he is... blind. The girl just cannot let his perfect boyfriend get along with a disabled guy like Ominis. How it would affect her cycle friends. In the end, Glad Sebastian chose to break up with her and stay his friendship with Ominis till the day.

What Ominis learned from that relationship, when Sebastian told him about advice in love life "Women just love shopping. They could become like niffer which found tons of treasure. They pocket just endlessly for shopping you know".

Ominis always thought it would never happen to him. He believes himself to be a kind , independent guy. He loves his loneliness. Make a small cycle of friendship. Most of time he is spent hanging out with Sebastian or anne. He never fell in love with anyone. He has never dated any girl before. But in the end just dating a boy who came in fifth year.

"But Y/N is a boy. Does he has the same behaviour as a girl?" Ominis get confused. Is it the same if you date a boy or a girl? Can he simply take advice from Casanova like Sebastian?"

While his mind flew to nowhere, he remembered what Sebastian once said to him "In love, you are not seeing whether you are the controller or follower. It is not about your position or who is your mate. Simply you want to give everything you could to make your couple happy".

So, whether he is a girl or a boy, he is simply my love one" Ominis thinks.

For a while he feels a relaxation in his mind, the piece is disturbed with rumbles from his stomach. He looked for your presence, and you found nowhere.

"Where the heck did Y/N go?" Ominis thought. Part of his mind wants to blame you for spending an hour buying things which are not even relevant.

"The hell Y/N went to" Ominis felt a little bit angry. "Y/N left me alone, in this muggle world, with these bunch of useless items". Ominis closed his eyes.

Does he choose the right person? Does he already take a right decision to date with you"

Again, he remembered what his Casanova friend told him before, "In Love, you must find any obstacles. Those are only to prove your love. Love is just not simply like you walking on a flat path, probably there would be a hurricane. But If you are able to face it, then you will win against it".

Ominis nod to himself. I already take Y/N as lover. Whether is it good or bad, we will came through it together. I just need to accept what he has done as him. He cannot take Y/N goodness but leave Y/N bad part. As Y/N already fights for Ominis and Sebastian in last year, so does when Y/N take him as lover even though he is a blind. So Ominis need to take Y/N without any regret. In your good or your bad" Ominis smiles as he knows Y/N just come to his direction.

"Baby" Y/N hug him tightly."I am sorry to make you wait for so long. Here I bring some food". You just put out some food on the bench.

"It is good to have you back sweety" Ominis smile.

#ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #ominis #ominis gaunt x mc #sebastian swallow

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Chapter III - Abrupt friendship

JANUARY 2023

FRIDAY

(PROBABLY OCCASIONAL) TMI

Momo: I ate a lot of candy today during practice this morning and I needed to brush my teeth twice after.

Axelle: Some random stranger asked if I was in college, and I accidentally said I'm a highschooler. I only realized that I said that after I talked to her.

It was almost noon and all TWICE members were still in the practice room, having just finished their dance practice, and then recording a choreography version of one of their songs.

"Chaeyoung, do you have an extra shirt there?" Jihyo asks.

"Yes. You want this oversized one?" Chaeyoung asks Jihyo back, showing an oversized shirt.

"I'm literally sweating right now and you want me to wear an oversized shirt?" Jihyo laughs. "You're so funny, Chaeyoung."

"Oh sorry, unnie, haha! I have a regular shirt that you can wear." Chaeyoung gives Jihyo a regular sized shirt this time.

"Thanks, Chae! You're the best." Jihyo then takes the shirt from Chaeyoung and goes to the changing room.

Meanwhile, the others are just sitting on the sides, having their own little break.

Dahyun and Sana are having their own little bickering on snacks.

"Hey! You're taking away my snack. I was supposed to eat it, unnie..." Dahyun pouts.

"No, Dahyun, I'm just opening it. Mwehehehe." Sana teased.

Meanwhile, Nayeon and Tzuyu are leaning their heads into Jeongyeon's shoulder.

"Hey, do we have recording sessions later in the afternoon?" Nayeon asks.

"Yeah. We're all going to be going into the booth to record. Right, Tzuyu?" Jeongyeon added, asking Tzuyu.

Tzuyu nodded. "Mhmmm. Though I'm not focusing on that right now. I just want to have lunch."

Jihyo then comes back from the changing room, having worn the shirt she borrowed from Chaeyoung. She notices that two other members weren't in the practice room with them. She looks around for a few seconds, then she asks the other members.

"Guys, have you seen Mina and Momo?"

The others shrug.

"Weren't they here with us on the practice?" Tzuyu asks everyone.

"Mina went out to go buy a few things. Momo went out on her own. I don't know where she went, though." Sana answers.

"Should we call them?" Jeongyeon asks Jihyo.

Jihyo then thinks for a few brief moments, but knowing that Mina and Momo are probably doing personal stuff outside of work, she suggests not disturbing them for now.

"No, Jeongyeon-ah. Let's just wait for them until they come back. We'll just alert them if the sessions start."

Speaking of Momo, she is walking on her own again. As it was already noon, Momo felt so hot that even her cap wasn't enough to shield herself from the humid atmosphere.

"Ughhh... so hot." Momo fans herself with her hand. "I need to go to a... an AC-built convenience store or something."

Soon enough, she finds a convenience store with air conditioning inside. She exhales in relief as soon as she feels the cold air of the AC surrounding the entire interior of the store.

Later on, she gets a can of coke for herself and queues up at the counter. She doesn't even realize that Axelle was behind her.

As for Axelle, he's getting himself an iced coffee, as he also felt so hot too, and he needed a drink. He notices Momo in front of him, but Momo doesn't notice him. Yet.

After paying for her coke, Momo then sits down at a table near the glass wall. Axelle then pays for his iced coffee as well. He then thought of an idea to approach her, as he remembers the phrase back when Momo met him for the first time. So he used that when approaching Momo on her table.

"Hello! Is this seat taken?" Axelle points at the seat next to Momo, smiling slightly.

Momo looks up, gasping, as she realizes that Axelle is in the convenience store too. "Axelle! Hi! What are you doing here?"

"Iced coffee. It's hot outside." Axelle says.

"Same. I bought me some Coke." Momo then offers the seat next to her for Axelle. "Well, since you're now here, please sit down with me."

Per Momo's request, Axelle then sits in front of Momo. He then sees her opening her can of Coke. Funnily enough, Momo drinks from it, but the fizziness causes her to squeeze her eyes shut, waving her hand briskly. She exhales in relief.

"Ahhhh! So good."

When Axelle saw this, he chuckled. "What are you doing?"

The idol did the same. "The Coke is too fizzy! This is just how it is when I drink a can."

"You're cute, you know that?" Axelle smirks, sipping his iced coffee.

As she places her elbows on the tabletop and places her palms on her face, Momo turns to face the man and smiles sweetly at him. He even almost choked on his iced coffee because of Momo's sweet yet enticing act.

"Okay, I just said that you're cute, and now you are trying to be one now." Axelle chuckles softly.

"What's wrong? I'm merely just trying to prove your own point to you." Momo teases him.

Axelle then shakes his head chuckling. Momo sips from her can, and teases him again. "I figured you're also here in the convenience store to follow me?"

"No, I wasn't, haha! I didn't even know you were here until I saw you in front of the queue. I also figured you would've noticed me behind you." Axelle says.

"I didn't notice you were right behind me, either! The thing is, I've already established you as the guy who would just show up anywhere as long as I'm also in that place." Momo says.

"Hey. Don't mistake me for a stalker, though. I would never do that." Axelle grimaces.

Momo can clearly see that Axelle is a genuine person and holds no hostility nor threat to her. She shakes her head and chuckles lightly. "Don't worry, Axelle. I don't mistake you for a stalker or a sasaeng. You're just a normal student trying to strive harder for his dreams, and I respect you for that."

The Brit looks down on the table, smiling shyly. "You're just being too nice to me."

"Maybe I'm simply trying to be too nice to you, but there's more to it than that, Axelle. Haven't you noticed that we almost always end up meeting somewhere the same? It's such a strange feeling, but I can't help but not think that it's a coincidence. At least, I think the universe is telling us that we are fated to always see each other."

Axelle scoffs lightly. "I don't mean to offend or invalidate you, but it looks like you've been reading horoscopes or something."

Momo scowls at him. "No, I'm not! I'm just saying what I think from my point of view based on what I believe is happening at this moment. Or maybe I probably shouldn't have said anything..." She then frowns, pretending to be disappointed at Axelle's response.

Axelle must have offended Momo by his previous statement, so he quickly apologizes. "Sorry if I misunderstood you. You must be a person that views things subjectively. I didn't mean to invalidate you like that."

Momo goes silent for a few seconds, then he looks at Axelle with a slightly sad pout. "You're just too polite, Axelle. Fine, I forgive you." Then she drinks her can of Coke again.

"I didn't really think about what I said. I'm sorry again." He would then bow while staying in his seat.

She felt that Axelle was already too polite, so she shook her hand to signify that politeness isn't necessary. "No, no, no, no! Axelle, don't bow at me like that! I've already forgiven you, so please spare yourself the trouble."

"Okay, sorry, Momo."

"I said, don't be sorry!"

"Okay, sor-" Axelle covers his mouth, preventing himself from saying "sorry" too many times. In turn, this made Momo stifle a laugh.

The idol would then end up laughing anyway. She thought it was so adorable and hilarious seeing him struggling not to say the word. The college student would just grin in embarrassment.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You're so cuteeee!!!! Say that again?" Momo teases him.

"Hey! Stop it!" Axelle laughs. "I'm not going to say that word again!"

"Come on! Say it again! Teehee!" Momo laughs.

"No!" He laughed louder.

Momo and Axelle continue to laugh and tease each other, not even noticing that the clock has struck 1 pm. It was clear that these two had already made a connection with each other. Even in a short span of time, it already felt like they have known each other for years, and it was indeed wholesome to see an abrupt, yet astounding friendship forming.

"Oh shoot! I have to go back to the JYP building! We have recording sessions to do!" The Japanese woman said, standing up, looking at the clock.

Axelle stands up from his chair, looking at his watch. "Same. I have to attend the remaining units for my Accounting subject. See you in a bit, Momo."

The two get out of the convenience store, and walk on their own separate paths. Axelle would then recall that he still hasn't got Momo's number.

"Oh, wait! I haven't got your number..."

He looks back, only to find out that she was gone.

"...yet."

The Brit wanted to ask for her number. Much to his dismay, Momo was already gone from his sight. Axelle begins to walk back to his uni, slightly overthinking.

"I should've got her number earlier. Maybe I'll just rely on luck and meet her again sometime, somewhere."

10:00 PM

Momo just got out of practice sessions with the other TWICE members. The schedule was super tight and she wanted to have a little break on her own before she would deal with more hectic schedules for the following days to come. She went to a different convenience store this time and bought some food for herself, including her favorite meal, jokbal 족발 (pig's trotters) and soju. She is having her own little anju 안주 tonight.

She sets all of the food and the soju on the table. "Lucky I brought my own shot glass. I wouldn't have my anju if I didn't have this." Momo says to herself, opening up the jokbal she bought. She then takes a piece using her chopstick. She closes her eyes as she eats it, feeling delight even with just the first bite.

"Mmmmmm~! 맛있어!!! 맛있어!!! Jokbal is the best food in the world~!"

(맛있어 "masisseo" is an informal way of saying "delicious" in Korean.)

She opens her soju with a can opener that she also brought with her, pouring herself a shot.

"Mmm. Ah. Nothing like a good shot of soju in the silent night of Seoul." Momo then takes another piece of jokbal into her mouth, then takes another shot of soju.

One minute later, she would then notice Axelle yet again from a distance. He is in the cashier paying for a little tub of rosé tteokbokki 로제떡볶이. The thought of what Momo said earlier about them being destined to always see each other flashed to her mind. It seemed to be true. At least, that's what she thought when she saw him again.

Axelle heats up his rose tteokbokki in the nearby microwave. He would then soon take notice of Momo having her own anju on her table. Their widened eyes meet each other from a distance.

Axelle would mouth the words "You again?" but in a surprised manner, since he saw Momo again in the same convenience store, after having met him earlier in a separate convenience store at noon.

"Axelle! You again?" The idol mouthed her words as well. She feels the same as soon as she sees Axelle.

Axelle would then point to the microwave, indicating that he is still heating up his tteokbokki.

She responds by giving him a thumbs-up and then mouthing the words, "Come here after! I have soju! Let's have anju together!"

After his rosé tteokbokki has been heated up, he then comes to Momo's table and sits beside her.

"Axelle! I can't believe we have met again after only meeting earlier!" Momo waves her hand excitedly.

"Can't believe it too. It's a bit odd seeing you hours later." Axelle plops down the little tub of rosé tteokbokki on the table. "What are you doing here though?"

Momo looks at all the food and the soju she bought on the table. "I'm having my own little anju. I wanted to get out of the stress of dance practice for a bit. Also I was craving jokbal! I just love jokbal so much!"

Axelle tilts himself slightly and looks at the other food that she bought for herself. "You probably have overbought some food there, Momo. I was afraid that you'd be full after all that jokbal and then you won't be able to eat the other items."

The idol shook her head. "Don't worry, I'll just give the other snacks to the other members once I'm done here." She then takes a shot of soju. "Get that extra shot glass. I'll pour you a shot."

Knowing that he can't refuse a blessing, Axelle gets the shot glass with two hands and then Momo would give a shot of soju to him. He receives the drink and then bows his head. Momo notices this politeness that Axelle is exuding.

"Hey, Axelle. It is okay to not bow after receiving your shot. And you don't need to hold it with two hands. We're close friends now, after all! So just be casual, okay?"

"Oh, okay then." The young man holds the shot glass with one hand now, and then drinks it. "Thank you for offering me your soju, Momo."

"You're so cute, just seeing you all polite with me. But again, just be casual! No need for formalities!" Momo then takes a bite of her jokbal and then she drinks another shot of soju.

"So, Axelle, what brought you here in this time and place?"

"Same as you. I just wanted myself to be out of the stress. I put my homeworks on hold for now."

"That's good! Stress is very bad for your health. And unwinding for a bit won't anyway so..." She said, taking a shot. "Don't be afraid to take breaks once in a while."

Momo would then remember that Axelle had an eyepatch on his left eye four days ago, and now he doesn't have it. It seemed that his black eye had already healed.

"Axelle. Your eye is okay now!" Momo points at his left eye.

"Yeah. You didn't notice earlier when we met earlier at noon?" Axelle takes a piece of rice cake (tteokbokki) and chews on it.

"I didn't. The thought of that never crossed my mind as soon as we met earlier. But I'm glad you're okay now." Momo smiles softly. "But..."

"But what, Momo?"

"You wouldn't mind if I asked you what happened to your eye? Why did you have those bruises few days ago?" Momo asked.

Axelle hesitates for a few seconds. Even though he is now close with Momo, he isn't planning on telling everything about his life, especially not the part about being bullied. So he had to lie, while keeping a friendly demeanor to her.

"I had an accident at my uni, I was almost late to my class and I ended up hitting a few obstacles on the way, like a pillar or something. So that's why I had bruises a few days ago."

Momo tilts her head, narrowing her gaze at him. "Really? Are you sure that you weren't being pursued by someone or something?" She then gives Axelle another shot of soju.

Axelle shakes his head. "No, really. I wasn't pursued by someone. It's just a little accident, that's all. This is just my student life, I guess." He shrugs, taking the shot glass from Momo and drinking the soju. "But like they say, ain't no mountain high enough. I got to class anyway."

"Oh, good. I was a bit worried that someone was bullying you. I'm glad you're okay now."

Momo takes a few shots of soju, but she didn't keep track of how many shots she already did, to the point where she has become tipsy (To clarify, not DRUNK. Tipsy. Those are different terms). She can still handle the alcohol and manage to be sane for a while, at least for now.

"So, Axelle. Mmmm... You are also a footwear designer aside from being a student, right? Can you... like, disclose how much you earn from them..?"

"Yeah, I can disclose it. It's estimated around ₩24,000-₩26,000 per input, depending on the brand that I am designing for. If I could make five designs within a week, then I earn ₩120,000-₩129,000."

Momo was about to drink a shot when she heard how much Axelle earns, causing her to spill her drink and be gobsmacked. "Wait... You earn T-THAT much? Just by designing footwear? But isn't this only a s-sideline of yours?"

Axelle nods. "Yes. Even though I might be freelance only, I always make designs, even though I wasn't even called for commissions. In the end, all of this is for my college tuition anyway."

She ate a piece of jokbal with her wobbly hand. "S-So in that case, have you designed footwear for some big brands like Nike, Birkenstock, Gucci or even O-Onitsuka Tiger?"

"Yeah, even Onitsuka Tiger."

Momo gasps. "Oh! Oh! I was brand ambassador for Onitsuka Tiger! I even wore one of their shoes that I used for a magazine photoshoot. W-Wait, wait! Don't tell me you designed some of the Onitai shoes that I wore?!"

(Onitai is a short form nickname for Onitsuka Tiger. Japanese tend to shorten names sometimes to make it a bit easier to remember.)

Axelle shrugs. "Who knows. Not telling you, though." He then takes a piece of rice cake.

"Oh come on! W-Why wouldn't you tell me?" Momo said excitedly, as she stood up. This is the time where Axelle would notice that she was a bit wobbly. Momo is beyond tipsy now. The alcohol has slowly permeated her entire system.

He stands up from his chair and supports Momo, holding her shoulders so that she wouldn't be able to fall.

"Momo. You okay? You have taken a few shots of soju already. Well, almost a few."

"Axelle! Come on... I'm not that drunk. J-just tell me if you designed those Onitai shoes that I wore...!" Momo says. Her face has seemingly gone red already.

"Momo, you're already drunk. We need you to-"

The Brit pauses, as a few people around the convenience store are now looking at them. He begins to feel embarrassment for himself, as he now had to take care of a drunk K-pop idol in public. He wraps his arms around Momo to support her, as she's losing her balance.

"Ah...! Momo. Please pull yourself together! There's people watching us!"

"Mmmmm?" She drunkenly gasps. "Axieeeee!!!!!! You'we so cutieeeee!!!!!" Momo squeals, hugging Axelle.

"AXIE?" He was taken aback by Momo's sudden nicknaming of him.

"Mmmm! You handsome-looking British boy! You look like a king! You look like Prince Harry the third or something?" Momo looks up at Axelle, sticking out her tongue playfully.

"Momo, what the hell are you saying?"

Axelle then helps Momo sit back in her chair, and notices a rectangular object in her pocket. He pulls it out, and he finds out it's her phone. He turns it on and swipes, showing the password keypad to Momo. "Momo! What's the password?"

"Axie..." She taps her fingers on Axelle's face as if he was her phone. "You know, I-I am... glad that I met you..."

"Momo, your phone should be the one that you are tapping on, not my face! What's the password on your phone?"

"Oh. Zzzsorry. Muehehehe. It's uh... " She then air writes the numbers 9, 6 , 1 and 1.

Axelle types in the numbers that Momo air wrote, and the phone unlocks. He then goes through Momo's contacts, finding the name "Im Nayeon." He then calls her, hoping that the other line will answer.

On the other end, Nayeon picked up the call. "Hello, Momo?"

"Nayeon-nim! It's me, Axelle!"

"Axelle? What? Why are you calling me through Momo's phone? Are you two together?" Nayeon asks, a bit confused.

"Yes! But I'll explain later! Momo is drunk right now and I need help here. She bought a lot of food for herself and I can't carry those AND her at the same time. So I need help, please, Nayeon-nim. We're here at this convenience store in front of the bakeshop, just two blocks to the right of the JYP building."

"Okay, I'm coming there ASAP! Tell Momo to hold on and wait for me!" Nayeon ends the call and starts to run out of her own apartment.

Meanwhile, Momo then stands up wobbling. She goes near Axelle and wraps her arms around Axelle's neck and wraps her legs around his. She's hanging like a koala now. "Axie! Let me hang on to you, pwease! Muhuhuhuehehehehehehehe!"

"Momo, no!"

Luckily Axelle was able to stay intact, so that Momo wouldn't fall from him. She drops her feet onto the ground, then lifts them up once more, wrapping her legs around his midsection, while still wrapping her arms on his neck.

"Weeee! I'm being carried by Axie!" She shouts like a child on a merry-go-round, giggling. "Turn around, turn around!"

Axelle was already annoyed at this point. Eventually, Momo would let go of him, standing up wobbling. The young man eventually helps her sit back in the chair so she could calm down and stay put.

He gently grabs Momo's shoulders, trying to console her. "Momo. Just please calm down. Nayeon-nim is on her way now."

"Nayeon? Yayyyy!" She puts her hands up as if she was on a roller coaster. "I miss Nayeon so muchuu!"

"Wait, stay right here. I'm going to get you some water."

"Nooo! Don't leave me pleaseee!!" Momo reaches her hands towards him.

But Axelle already left their table to go back inside to get a big bottle of water. While on the counter, he looks over at the glass wall to make sure that Momo isn't attempting to stand up.

Once he had already paid for the bottle of water, he quickly goes outside, back to their table, and opens the bottle of water. Momo grabs the bottle of water with her hands and drinks from it.

"Ahhhhh! I n-needed that water so much t-that I wanna take a bath now!" Momo attempts to pour the water over her head, but Axelle quickly takes the bottle away from her and sets it aside on the table.

The idol pouted. "Mmmph. Bad Axie. I will n-not call you 'Axie' ever again. Bad boy." She looks away, folding her arms.

The Brit just shakes his head and pulls his chair towards him. He rubs her back for comfort. While doing that, he looks around the area, hoping that Nayeon would come.

"Mmmmm... You know what, Axie? I g-gotta tell you sum'in." Momo says. She is still drunk and her face is still all red.

Axelle lends his ear to her and listens to what she has to say.

"Y'know, uhuehehehehe. I... uh... I'm glad to have met you, Axie. Like... Our friendship may be abrupt and... q-q-quick... I am so like... vibing with you. I vibe with you. A lot. Uguhehehehehe." Momo declares drunkenly.

"Um... thanks, I guess." He continues to rub her back.

"I also have... sum'in to tell you too..."

"What is it?" Axelle raises his eyebrows.

"I'm just glad... that you are a sweet person and... uh... very friendly towards me. I just thought you w-would... shun me away... b-because..."

"Yes, Momo?"

"Because... I... I..."

Axelle nods, anticipating what the woman will say. He moves closer to her in order to better hear her voice.

"Axie... I-"

TO BE CONTINUED

#hirai momo #twice #twice momo #misamo #twice fanfic #fanfic #original character

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stringeralong · 9 months

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Netherlands, Feb 2023 - Day 3 of 4

The BIG day, most of the reason I had been so desperate to travel to Amsterdam one day. The Van Gogh Museum.

I was incredibly lucky to be able to buy tickets such short notice, as word is they sell out fairly quickly and it’s nearly impossible to get tickets on the day. I bought my ticket for Sun 5th Feb on Thurs 2nd as soon as I had booked my coach.

But first, breakfast. And in true British spirit, I had to try an ‘English Breakfast’

Majestic: €20.50 (£18.41) for: fried egg, slightly toasted bread, mushrooms, baked beans, roast tomatoes, crispy bacon bits and small sausages + apple juice.

They saw me coming, right? I dropped the ball on this one by walking through a pretty touristy square with an empty stomach and heading towards the first place that did something resembling food. The food wasn’t bad, mostly pretty nice, but the price was unfortunate and I didn’t actually really want it but I had already sat down and been encouraged to order a drink. It filled a hole.

I hopped on the Metro and then a Tram using my pass from the day before and headed to the zoo!

Artis €27.50 (£24.70) entry. I think this also includes the aquarium but it was closed for refurbishment at the time :(

I love a good zoo, but my bad zoo habit is that I’m mostly interested in the random local birds that just happen to be hanging out. They had some cool animals such two beautiful huge Jaguars, a golden and a black. I couldn’t get a decent photo of either of them but I managed to get a video of the wonderful chuffing sound.

After managing to avoid spending any money in the gift shop, a true achievement for me, I hopped back on the tram and headed to the Van Gogh Museum.

I was early, obviously, so I went for a spot of lunch.

Irish Coffee + panini: Small Talk €14.20/£12.75

Then it was time, for Clare to drown in the sweet sweet sorrow of the Van Gogh Museum. The (almost) the entire reason I had made this trip, why I had suffered on a coach packed in like sardines, why I had drained my bank account. I actually felt nervous as I walked to the entrance.

What if it didn’t live up to the hype?

It was everything I needed it be to.

I got to see many paintings for the first time in person. Everything was a totally different size than I was expecting. It was overwhelming and emotional being so close, getting to see the texture and brush strokes. There were some paintings and sketches I had never even heard of, and it was great getting to hear and read the stories behind them. I fell in love with these lil guys.

The audio guide was interactive and had visuals to accompany the segments. It wasn’t actually too busy either, as if the museum has capped it a good amount. Realistically, they could have sold more tickets to churn a profit but everyone would have had a worse experience so I was pretty impressed.

My entry was from 15.00, but the kind people at the door let me in from 14.45 (although it seems to be something they do often as a standard rule rather than a special acceptation for me), and I was there until just before close at 17.00. So I spent about 2 hours wandering around, sobbing quietly.

Here I am looking like a doofus with my tattoo and the work that inspired it. Head of a Skeleton with a Burning Cigarette by Vincent Van Gogh and the Tattoo by Kate. Shout out to the poor lady I wrangled into taking this for me (she took a load which was very kind).

Vincent Van Gogh Museum €20.00/£17.91 online + Audio Guide €3.50/£3.14

Completely worth every cent. I understand that enjoying the Van Gogh Museum is not exactly a unique thought or experience but there we have it. Lives up to the hype, and for me personally it surpasses it. But that's just one mans opinion.

After emotionally recovering on my journey back to the hostel, I had a few drinks in the bar and bullied a stag do. I did buy them some shots to make up for it though.

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whyispotatoheadalreadytaken · 1 year

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The more I play The Last of Us, the more I see myself in Ellie, almost in a scary way. She's way more of a badass than I ever could be (or ever will be) but it's everything else. I'm eating, sleeping, and drinking The Last of Us everything. I dream of packing my pink hoodie and green jacket into my backpack and throwing it over my shoulder. I'm sprinting away from infected and hunters and fighting to keep my loved ones alive. I see the triangle button in my dreams to pick shit up, like a guitar, and x to strum it. I wish I had had this story earlier. I wish it hadn't been tainted by Sams all those years ago. I just started the second game a little while ago. Sean let me borrow his PS4 and bought the second game for me because of how much I loved the first one and Left Behind. He has never played the second game because some of it got spoiled, and he got mad about some of the events and decided not to play it. Which is lame. He gave me the game on our way up to Cincinnati as we left for Hawaii. I tucked it away in the car and fell asleep with it in my hands on our way back. I started it as soon as I got home from my class that night. He told me the events would upset me, and here I am thinking something fucking terrible happens that will make me not want to play because I'll be traumatized after. That wasn't the case. I already knew the spoiler he was talking about cuz, thanks Twitter, but I didn't know how it happened. This game is probably 20x more graphic than the first, which is kind of the point. This big thing happens in the game, which sets Ellie on a literal rampage. She just destroys and murders everyone. Which is not the Ellie we knew in the first game. Granted, she was just a kid and isn't a kid anymore. Joel does something similar in the first game. Still, for different reasons, it is interesting that even with different reasons, both are due to traumatic events. Which is also the point. One done out of love and one done out of revenge…but also because love?????...and guilt? Ellie never forgives him for it, but I guess it's okay when she does it???

The game actually flips in perspectives, which infuriated Sean because he didn't want to play the game as "the bad guys." But, when you play as "the bad guys", you start to see they aren't bad guys. They are just massively hurt and want to avenge their people. They are just people who have bad things happen to them, so they choose to do bad things in return. I can't entirely agree with it, and I really wish they hadn't, but here we are. And because they choose to do bad things in return, Ellie is now a bad guy. There's a very upsetting hardness to her now after everything she's been through. She doesn't tell jokes, or hum to herself, or anything at all really. You know slightly more than Ellie, so when the game forces you to kill certain people, you find yourself screaming at the TV, and pleading with her to stop…because she doesn't know what she's doing. It's awful, and you wish she would accept the bad thing that happened, stop putting her partner in constant danger, and go home. You keep hoping she'll realize that killing all these people to get to the one person you're trying to kill will not make it better. There is nothing she can do to "make it right." Heal, build a life with her, and be happy. The unfortunate thing is that Ellie and the person she's trying to kill would have been best friends in another life. They are the same. I want them to use their words, apologize, hug it out, and be friends forever. But I know it isn't going to go that way. I know Ellie won't stop until she gets revenge. One of them will die, and I have a feeling it isn't going to be Ellie. But I don't want the person she's trying to kill to die either. So, I'm very conflicted as I play, and I need to know how it ends, but I can't play as much as I'd like because I have minimal free time this month. Thanks, school. But I appreciate the message of the game. Violence begets violence. The cycle of revenge will continue as long as it is enacted. There's more to people, and it's hard to hate them up close. Sometimes we don't have all of the pieces. Anyway. I know this means nothing to you, but it's been really important to me, and it feels wrong to not write about it. So, that's for indulging me.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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dedication ~ thomas shelby;peaky blinders

word count: 1686

request?: yes!

@datewithgianni "HI! imagine talking to a guy (Thomas Shelby) that only talks to u. I like your work I read you from Argentina. Tag me. Thanks"

description: in which he's dedicated to one woman and one woman only, despite the fact that they're not in a relationship yet

pairing: thomas shelby x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

You stepped out of the vehicle wearing the beautiful gown that Tommy had bought for you. The event was already in full swing with people crowding around in almost every available space there was. Ada, who you had arrived with, smiled at your amazement and offered you her arm.

“Shall we find your date?” she asked.

You gave her a look as you looped your arm through hers. “Tommy isn’t my date, Ada.”

“Right, he just bought you this beautiful gown and asked you to join him at this important event because you’re my best friend.”

You rolled your eyes in response. You didn’t want to admit how much you wished Ada was right, partly because you knew she’d rub it in your face if she did. But also because you knew it was blind hope. For one, you were the best friend of Tommy’s little sister; you had known the Shelby family since you were in diapers. There was no way Tommy would ever see you as anything more than that.

The other reason, though, was because Thomas Shelby was not a monogamous man. He was known for fucking any woman that looked his way with no intentions on settling down. He wasn’t about to change that for Ada’s best friend.

Case in point, when you and Ada located Tommy he had a beautiful woman draped over him, her breasts practically popping out of her shirt and into his face. I gave Ada an “I told you so” look.

However, when you looked back to Tommy, he was dismissing his pursuer to approach you. You elbowed Ada as she gave you a look that mirrored your own from moments before.

“Hello ladies,” Tommy said. “You two look lovely.”

His eyes lingered on you as he said the last part. You had to look away to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks.

“I can’t thank you enough for this beautiful dress, Tommy,” you said. “It must have been expensive.”

“Don’t worry about it. Would you two like a drink?”

You opened your mouth to respond when Ada spoke instead, “I’m okay. I’m going to go find Freddie, but (Y/N) would love a drink.”

I glared at her as she let go of my arm and started to walk away. She winked at you before she disappeared into the crowd.

Tommy guided you towards the bar and ordered a drink for the two of you. When he passed you your glass, he held his glass out in a toast-like fashion.

“What are we toasting to?” you asked.

“What would you like to toast to?”

You thought for a moment before responding, “To tonight.”

Tommy smiled. “To tonight.”

You finished your drinks and started on the next glasses. Tommy stayed close to you all night, keeping one arm firmly around your waist almost the entire time. You felt safe next to him, and you felt warm to have his arm around you. Or maybe that was the alcohol talking.

Unfortunately for you, you weren’t the only one who had noticed Tommy’s uncharacteristically warmth towards you. In a rare moment when Tommy stepped away to talk to a group of gentlemen, the woman who had been trying to get Tommy’s attention at the beginning of the night approached you.

“Who the hell are you?” she snapped.

You were foggy from the alcohol and didn’t recognize her at first, so you smiled at her and responded, “(Y/N).”

“I mean who are you to Thomas Shelby? Why would he want to hang around with someone like you all night?”

Her harsh words made your smile drop. You tried to respond, but found yourself stuttering. “I-I’m a-a family friend. A friend of-of Ada’s.”

A heartless smile spread on her face. “So you’re just a charity case Ada convinced her brother to take to this high class event? How pathetic.”

Any ounce of happiness and excitement you had completely vanished. She was right, you had been right since the beginning. You weren’t a date, you weren’t someone Tommy would view as a romantic partner. You were just the kid that had been kicking around the Shelby household your whole life.

You were holding back tears when Tommy approached you again, a cold glare directed towards the woman next to you.

“Excuse me,” he said. “Mind if I steal my date away?”

He was pulling you away from her before you could register the fact that he had called you his date.

“You can steal me away instead,” said his pursuer, battering her eyelashes flirtaciously.

Tommy eyed her before responding, “No.”

He led you onto the dance floor as a slow song began to play. He placed a hand on your waist and took one of your hands in the other. He pulled you closer to him until your bodies were pressed together. Your faces were so close together that you could’ve just kissed him if you had the confidence.

“Don’t listen to insecure bitches like her,” he told you. “I don’t know what she said to you, but I know whatever it was, it was wrong.”

You shook your head. “She’s not completely wrong. She told me I’m only here because Ada convinced you to ask me.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow at you. “You think she was right about that?”

You shrugged. “I know she was right about that. Why else would you had asked me to come here and buy this ridiculously expensive dress for me? I’m just Ada’s friend, Tommy, I’ve always been that. I don’t expect you to suddenly have a change of heart about me.”

Tommy chuckled and shook his head at me. “Oh, dear (Y/N). You always were quite oblivious, weren’t you?”

You scowled at him, which only made him laugh more. “Well, if I’m so oblivious, maybe you should explain it to me.”

“I’ve never had a change of heart, (Y/N). I’ve felt this way for a long time, it just took me having to go away to realize what my true feelings for you were.”

You stopped dancing abruptly, causing Tommy to jerk to a halt as well. You looked up at him in shock before pulling away from him and shaking your head.

“That’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking.”

You started to walk away, not wanting to be there any longer. You could feel tears welling in your eyes as you started to walk towards the nearest door. You needed air, and you needed to get away from anyone that could see you.

Tommy chased after you, desperately calling your name. When you finally got outside, you turned to face him.

“Leave me alone, Tommy,” you said. “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“Why do you think I’m lying to you? Why do you think this is all some sort of joke?”

“Because there’s no way you have had feelings for me so as long as you claim you have!” you yelled, finally snapping. “There’s no way you have had feelings for me when you were off fucking every woman in Birmingham, there’s no way you had feelings for me when you were with that Grace woman. There’s just no way, none of it makes sense! If you have felt this way for me for so long, why didn’t you tell me?”

“You think I haven’t tried?” Tommy asked. “You think I haven’t been trying to get your attention for so long? I went out and fucked those other women because I was frustrated, I tried to move on from you with Grace. When none of it worked, I tried to tell you again but it was impossible because you are utterly oblivious! Haven’t you noticed the way I’ve been dedicating myself to you? The way I turn down every woman who has even looked my way, the extra attention I’ve been giving you? For fucks sake, (Y/N), I asked you to be my date to this event.”

You felt embarrassment growing within you as you looked away from Tommy.

“I...I didn’t...”

With your guard down he took his chance to approach you. He cupped your face in his hands, tilting it up to look at you.

“I’m sorry I raised my voice at you,” he said, his voice soft again. “I’m really no good with this sort of thing. I’ve never really felt this way for anyone before, and I wasn’t sure if you’d ever feel the same for me.”

You rested your head against Tommy’s forehead, desperately wanting to kiss him. He was just inches away, you could’ve done it ten times over by now.

“I always thought how I felt for you was just a childhood crush,” you admitted. “But then you started having serious relationships, or the Shelby definition of a serious relationship, and I was so jealous of those women. I knew it was more than just a childhood crush, but how was I ever supposed to tell you? I never thought you’d feel the same.”

Tommy chuckled. His hands were around the small of your back, almost cradling you against him. You shivered at the close proximity, just wanting to take in more of him.

“Are you cold?” he asked. “Do you want to go back inside?”

You shook your head. “No, I’d like to go somewhere with you. Just the two of us, alone.”

You could see the glint in his eye that told you he wanted the same. He started to pull away, but you grabbed him before he could and quickly pulled him in for a kiss. It was awkward at first as neither one of you could really believe that it had happened. But soon it was like you had kissed a dozen times before, it felt so familiar and so inviting. When Tommy pulled away your head was spinning.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” Tommy said, offering his hand to you.

Speechless, you just nodded and took his hand. You allowed him to whisk you away to somewhere that you could just be together, where you could show one another just how you felt.

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ihatebnha · 2 years

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Annoying things older!bachelor!Kirishima does because Magaritaville came on when I was driving home from school.

(bakugo's here!)

Nose hair

Has a whole entire, expensive, NICE bed but sleeps on the couch half the time (mostly after work and while he's watching TV... but he will stay there all night)

He has not thrown out a single piece of clothing in the last ten years. He has new clothes and everything... but he has some kind of attachment to all his hole-y underwear and he still wears them ALL the time

Chest hair also pokes out of the collar of his shirt a lot

We knew this already, but... snores beyond belief... which sucks because he always, always, wants to be pressed together at night, so he will snore in your ear

And during movies of which that he wanted to watch

(And when he rolls over, you're going WITH. You wake up to him laying you right on top of his chest while still in a deep slumber😭😭😭)

And similarly, he invites you over at night just so you can go to bed together. The first couple times it happens you think he wants to fuck but... nope. The second you're in underwear and in bed, he's falling asleep

The only thing he knows how to cook is meat and rice. It's always pretty good most of the time, but his version of a vegetable is like... overcooked greens, which he doesn't even bother with most of the time

That thing men do where they just sit around after a meal and pat their belly and burp. Or like, fart out a storm and then just be like "oops." He does that

(And takes like 45-minute shits too, while playing clash of clans or whatever men do in there)

And he's like... desensitized to salt. He nearly OVER seasons he food with it. Not quite enough for you to be concerned, but almost... and he's still always putting a little on things after, too

Preaches about staying hydrated but forgets to drink water

Will just randomly grip and knead your ass while you're kissing. And hard. Like some pervert from the movies

"I think you'd really like my friends!" and doesn't seem to understand why you don't wanna hang out with a bunch of 30+ male, pro heroes even if they are nice

Plus his sexual stamina... is insane

He'll like, wake up early AND in an extremely good mood after a night of pretty rough fucking... and then get sad when you don't have as much energy as him

(You're grumpy because he kept you up all night AND blew your back out and he's just, "what do you mean you don't wanna go for a run?")

"Why are you on your computer so much? :("

His bathroom has the weirdest crap in it. It's all toiletries but like... he bought one-ply toilet paper once that now sits in the corner because he wants to get rid of it and all natural, organic toothpaste that he thought he'd like but now refuses to touch... dirty clothes. A leaf

Also... he uses YOU as an excuse when he doesn't wanna hang out with people, all: "Ahhh sorry, the spouse wants me home tonight :(" except you haven't even talked about your evening plans

AND he does that thing where he calls you randomly and is like, "I told everyone you were making brownies tonight and that I'd bring some in tomorrow.................. Also, unrelated but did you know I love you very much?"

LMFAO he's the first older guy you date whose shower drain is clogged with hair

His skin is still flakey though so he goes to bed with lots of prescription lotion on

And he hums (and sometimes even sings) in the shower... because he knows all the words to Margaritaville

Bye.

#kirishima #kirishima x reader #do people even write headcanons anymore #i feel sorta embarrassed for myself #i dont even think this reads well #anywayyyyyyy #good night #icks tw #caitie post #headcanons

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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The Match - Part 5

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a predicament.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT as always, sort of public sex??? Unprotected sexy times, emotional damage lmao

A/N: Buckle up, babies!!! You’re in for a rollercoaster ride for this chapter ajckjasncjak I apologize in advance and please don’t hate me

AND BTW if you guys haven’t seen, I found the perfect playlist for this series lmao I saw the title and I was like HOLD UP this is perfect https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Eg5ZH6wMq4iocF5fWSesb?si=aff157a6198a4446

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Still awake, baby?

Fuck.

You screamed into your pillow upon reading Bucky’s text. It was quarter to midnight and you couldn’t sleep, especially not after Bucky told you that he wanted to make the relationship official.

It’d only been three months and you felt like he was moving too fast. And when he promised that he would find a way to snatch your heart the old-fashioned way? You wanted to explode because obviously, he already did.

But you weren’t going to say that to someone who already had a huge ego (and cock, too).

You composed yourself and typed in your reply, throwing your phone to your side after sending it.

Yeah. Why are you still up tho?

Not even a minute later and your phone began to ring. You sat up on your bed and squeezed your pillow, hating how Bucky had such an effect on you. Jesus, what are you, a high school student?!

You stared at his name on your screen before swiping and accepting the call.

“What’s up?” You answered as calmly as you could.

Bucky’s low chuckle sounded so fucking sexy that you had to bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

“Still working. Can’t concentrate though, I keep remembering how you looked like with my cock in your mouth.”

You exhaled through your nose, “Jesus, you’re insatiable.” You said.

“Only for you, baby. You know that.” He said and your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.

“Don’t stay up too late, you have an early meeting tomorrow, right?” You asked, trying to change the topic because if you didn’t, you were sure how things would go.

Bucky let out another chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just finish signing some papers and then I’m off to bed.”

You hummed and laid back down on the bed. It was completely silent but it wasn’t awkward. You heard the shuffling of paper on Bucky’s end, followed by the squeaking of a chair.

“You still there?” Bucky asked.

“Mhmm, you done?” You asked back.

“A few more papers left, baby. Can you wait ‘til I finish?”

There was something about talking to Bucky on the phone like this, so casual and so...mundane. It felt natural and comfortable, to think that this was the first phone conversation you had with him. He only sent you texts previously so this was new, but you had to admit, you loved it.

Bucky heard you yawning and let out a soft laugh. He sounded sleepy too when he spoke, “Almost done.” He reassured.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” He added.

“Yeah, okay. As long as it’s not in the same restaurant we went to after my promotion.” You groaned at the memory.

Bucky snorted, “We’re banned there, babe. Even if I wanted to go back there, they wouldn’t allow it.” He said.

“No shit, Sherlock. We got caught in their bathroom, of course they’ll ban us.” You huffed out.

“I was looking forward to dessert, you know.” You pouted.

“I got my dessert though.” You could hear Bucky’s smug smirk through the phone.

“Are you done?” Bucky whispered into your ear as he placed an arm on the back of the booth.

You shivered at his voice and nodded, grabbing your champagne and drinking it in one go.

“I promised you something, didn’t I? That I’ll give you something right before dessert? Meet me in the bathroom in five. Again, don’t be late.”

And with that, Bucky slid out of the booth and adjusted his suit before leaving for the bathroom. You clutched your heart and waved at the waiter who passed by, requesting for a refill and downing it before following Bucky.

You adjusted the black dress that Bucky bought you, you were surprised at how perfect the fit was. The lovely dress though, made you uncomfortable because of its length and the fact that Bucky still had your panties with him was making you feel even more conscious.

You were immediately pulled into the men’s bathroom as soon as you got there. Bucky tugged you into one of the cubicles and wasted no time to bend you over, lifting your skirt up to squeeze your ass.

“I knew I picked the right dress, you look good enough to eat.” Bucky grunted as he unbuckled his belt.

You moaned and pressed your palms against the door, pushing out your ass towards Bucky until you felt him line his tip up to your entrance. In one swift move, Bucky bottomed out and didn’t give you enough time to adjust.

It was fast and violent, the way Bucky fucked you inside that stall. Both of you were too caught up in the pleasure to even hear the commotion happening outside.

“Not gonna last long, Bucky...” you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.

You’d been on edge the entire time, having been denied your orgasm earlier. And Bucky kept on squeezing your thigh teasingly during dinner, palm always inching higher until it settled close to your bare mound.

Of course, you wouldn’t last long!

“I know, baby.” Bucky said, sucking the skin on your exposed shoulder as he continued to fuck you from behind.

Once done with the sex escapade, the both of you were welcomed by the restaurant’s manager with a disapproving (and scarred) look on his face.

You blushed at the memory, “Let’s not do that again, please?” You said.

Bucky laughed, “Fine, fine. But dinner tomorrow, okay?”

You yawned at the same time you hummed, “Just dinner.”

“Wholesome dinner.” He confirmed. “Alright, I’m done with work. Sleep now, baby.” He cooed and you nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see you.

You heard footsteps and then the sound of the door closing shut.

“Good night, baby.”

“Hmm, good night, Bucky.”

To say you were giddy the next day was an understatement. You were on cloud nine after having a phone conversation with Bucky last night. You even greeted Janet the snitch a very good morning when you shared the elevator with her.

You entered your floor and offered everyone a smile, but you also noticed that they seemed to be preoccupied talking to each other.

“What’s up?” You asked Martha and the other girls who were huddled together.

“Haven’t you heard?” She asked. “Sophia shared an elevator ride with Mister Barnes earlier. He called a flower shop, asked for their most expensive bouquet and then went on to make dinner reservations at an elite restaurant!”

You paled at the discovery and cleared your throat, “And that’s a big deal because?”

Martha snickered, “Girl, we’re talking about James Barnes here, a rich and eligible bachelor. It is a big deal. And ugh, I wonder who the lucky lady is! What I’d do to be her.” Martha dreamily said.

“Do you think it’s an employee here? Fuck, I’d be so envious if that girl happens to be working here!” Sophia added.

“Is that even allowed? Sounds pretty scandalous to me.” Kate chimed in.

“Oh my god. Remember the pantry incident that Janet reported? What if that was Mister Barnes and his girl? Damn, that’s juicy. It’d be horrifying if they get caught.” Kate added.

Your head felt light-headed at all the information that was going on. Hearing their conversations felt like a bucket of iced water was being poured on you. It was like a moment of a major realization.

Shit, what has gotten into you, getting all tangled up in this mess? Damn you, Tinder!

Even if Bucky agreed to take things slow, you realized that it wouldn’t really help. If news got out that you were dating the CEO of your company, you’d still receive some backlash for it.

Maybe making it official wasn’t the right thing to do. At least, not yet.

“Ladies, gossip time is over.” You announced and tried to stay calm. “And speaking of Barnes, I need to submit a report.”

You nervously knocked on Bucky’s door, hoping that he was back from his early morning meeting. You could hear him talking inside and thought that maybe he was busy.

“Come in.” He called before you could even turn around.

Slowly, you opened the door and slipped inside his office. Bucky was on his chair, talking to someone over the phone. When he saw that it was you, he quickly put his phone on mute and smiled.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?” He asked softly.

Goddammit! Bucky was surely getting used to that pet name. Initially, he’d only call you that in the throes of pleasure. But somehow, Bucky began to use it so casually that it made you nervous. What if he slipped and called you that during a meeting, in front of everyone?

You hated how Bucky was becoming soft and gentle around you, well, except maybe when he was in a certain mood. It was confusing the hell out of you. But you also enjoyed being the only one to witness his soft side.

Was his offer to make things official because he truly liked you or was the fucking that good to make him want to commit all of a sudden?

“I uhh, I think I’ll just come back later if you’re busy.” You stammered.

Bucky held up a finger and then unmuted his phone, “Hey, something important came up. I’ll call you again later.” He said and quickly ended the call before turning to you.

“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He said, his eyes the softest you’d ever seen.

There goes your heart.

“I think...” you trailed, not sure how you were going to say it.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, urging for you to continue. You heaved out a deep sigh. Your hands balled into fists at your side as you walked closer to his desk.

“Can we raincheck on the dinner tonight?” You asked.

Bucky frowned, “Why?”

You shrugged, “No reason.”

“Lie to me one more time and I’ll have you on my lap for some spanking.”

How the hell does Bucky do that? Become all sweet and soft and then rough and dominating all of a sudden?!

You squeezed your thighs together because the image of Bucky’s hand landing on your ass was doing things to you. You willed yourself not to give in, you came here for a reason.

“There are rumors about you. Someone heard you making dinner reservations and now everyone’s talking about it. I just...” you paused to check Bucky’s reaction but as usual, you couldn’t read his face.

“Maybe making this official isn’t...the right thing to do.”

Bucky pushed himself up from the chair slowly and stalked towards you. Was he mad? Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t. When he reached you, his hand came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles.

“What do you want then?” He asked.

Shit, you never actually thought about it. What do you want? Keep things casual between you and Bucky? Completely stop whatever it was that was going on between the two of you?

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“I like you.” Bucky stated and stepped back. “You’re intelligent and you don’t take shit from anyone, myself included. When you said you wanted to take things slow, I agreed to it. Hence, the flowers and dinner. Now that I’m giving it to you, you still don’t want it.”

Bucky’s livid. He was composed but the way his jaw tensed as he spoke was enough proof that he was mad, really mad. It’s his calm demeanor despite being angry that somehow scared you. The calm before the storm. What the storm was going to be? You didn’t know and honestly, you weren’t sure whether it was something that you even want to find out.

Maybe you were being confusing or indecisive but only because things happened too quickly for you to even properly process it. To think that you addressed your concerns last night, you actually that Bucky understood where your feelings were stemming from. However, it seemed to have gone over his head.

“Bucky, I don’t think you’re getting my point here.” You explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“If you heard what your employees have been saying about you and your...girl, you’d understand.” You said and placed your hands on your hips.

Bucky made a face, “Then make me understand. What did you hear?” he asked.

“We already talked about this last night! They’d think that the promotion was given to me because we fucked! That’s going to taint my image for the rest of my life.” You huffed out.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand as he paced back and forth, “They’re idiots if they think of that. What do you want me to do? Give a detailed presentation why I decided to promote you? Go through your evaluation one by one? He sarcastically said.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You really don’t get it, do you?” You let out a humorless laugh.

He shrugged, “You’re confusing the hell out of me. Just tell me what the hell you want to happen.”

“Maybe I just want keep things professional.” You blurted out in the spur of the moment.

You didn’t mean it. You so didn’t mean it. Fuck. You word vomitted and now you were going to regret it.

Something in Bucky ticked, you saw it. He approached you until he was towering over your frame. It was intimidating to say the least, the way Bucky stared down at you with a blank expression on his face.

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second before moving back up to your eyes.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” you retorted and you’re not sure why.

Bucky exhaled through his nose and this time, you could read his face. He was fuming.

“I told you, you’re mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

The tension in the air was thick. The close proximity was making you dizzy, Bucky was so close that his scent was invading your senses. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you with piercing eyes and you were so tempted to just grab his face and kiss him and tell him that you liked him too.

But of course, your pride just had to be in the way.

“You don’t own me, Bucky. I am my own person.”

Another word vomit. You were Bucky’s the moment he laid his hands on you and you liked it.

Bucky inhaled and shrugged, loosening up before taking a step back. “So you want to keep it professional, huh?”

No.

“Yes.”

Bucky nodded, “You’re lying. I know you are. But okay then, professional it is. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself.”

You watched Bucky walk back to his desk, sitting down on his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. His face was void of any emotion all of a sudden, he didn’t even look angry anymore and you hated how you couldn’t seem to figure him out.

“Anything else you’d like to discuss?” he asked, the professional tone of his voice sending chills down your spine, but not in a good way.

You slightly nodded, placing a folder on top of his desk before backing away. “It’s this month’s report.”

“Okay. You’re dismissed.” He casually said, grabbing the folder and skimming through your report as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

You felt a pang of pain hit you right in the heart when he looked up at you questioningly, as if he was wondering why the fuck you still haven’t left his office. At that moment, you wanted to take back all the things you said and just give in to your damn feelings.

But would you really let your career nosedive just to be with Bucky? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that.

You straightened up and maintained a calm demeanor, “That’s all. Thanks, Bucky.”

“That’s Mister Barnes for you.”

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