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writemekpop · 2 years

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Bad Decisions | Na Jaemin

5K Follower Series Ep. 17

Summary: You’re set to say, I do - until your fiancé Jaemin gets drunk and confesses that he no longer loves you.

Genre: Established relationship AU, angst

Word Count: 1.4k

Prompt : “I made us dinner...”

As soon as you opened your apartment door, Jaemin crashed into you, wrapping you in a bear hug that left you breathless.

“Can’t- breathe-” you chuckled.

Jaemin loosened his grip, but kept his arms around your waist. He hadn’t held you like that in months.

“Y/n!” he exclaimed. “You didn’t tell me you were so pretty!” He wrapped one piece of your hair around your ear. “Pretty… pretty… pretty…”

You frowned at his very red face. “Have you been drinking?”

Grinning lazily, he pushed you till your back was pressed against the wall. He dipped his lips to your neck, making you gasp. Jaemin hadn’t kissed you like this in months.

“Come to bed, fiancé?” he asked. “I’m rock hard.”

You could taste the tang of tequila on his lips, you could smell it coming off his skin.

You bit your lip. “I don’t know if this is a good idea…”

Jaemin pushed his finger on your lips, shushing dramatically.

Jaemin pulled you towards the bedroom. Why did Jaemin have to make life so hard for you? Every piece of better judgement you had was screaming that this was a bad idea. But still… you wanted him.

Jaemin kissed you on the mouth, his hands cupping your head. You started to lose yourself in his warm grasp, all doubts evaporating like smoke.

Then suddenly, his knees caved in and he collapsed, pinning you against the bed.

You groaned, crushed by his weight. “God, J, you promised this wouldn’t happen again.”

A siren wailed outside the window.

Jaemin slumped his head on your shoulder. “Think I’m gonna be sick.”

You managed to help him to the bathroom just in time. You got a towel and dabbed the sweat off his forehead.

Once you’d cleaned Jaemin up and put him bed, you slumped down beside him, exhausted.

Jaemin was suspended in the place between wake and sleep. Sex was definitely off the table now.

Jaemin nuzzled his face into your neck. “Sorry I got… drunk.”

You sighed. “It’s fine. Just promise me you won’t be like this at the wedding.”

“Mmm, wedding.” Jaemin said, eyes shut, drifting in and out of sleep.

You closed your eyes and imagined Jaemin in a blue tuxedo, eyes beaming.

“Don’t wanna get married…” he said. “Can’t go back… gave my word.”

Your eyes went wide. You stared at Jaemin, but his eyes were shut. Was that the tequila talking?

“Don’t tell Y/n…” Jaemin mumbled in his sleep. “But… don’t love her no more…”

You couldn’t breathe. You were filled with a sickening sense of dread.

You’d barely seen each other since the proposal, but you figured that was because of your jobs. Had Jaemin been avoiding you? Had he found someone else?

Was your relationship really over?

—

You woke up to the sound of the vacuum screaming.

You sat up and saw Jaemin frantically hoovering the bedroom carpet. You didn’t even think he knew where the hoover was.

“Good morning, sweetie! Last night was crazy. I got so drunk. I don’t remember a single thing. Nothing. Nada. Crazy, right?”

You frowned. “Jaemin… last night, you-“

Jaemin cut you off. “Mad what alcohol does to you, right?” He threw his head back and laughed manically.

Your mouth fell open. “But you-“

“Wow, I’m so late for work. I’ll catch ya later, Y/n!”

He dropped the hoover and ran out of the room.

You stared at the door in disbelief. Why was Jaemin acting so strange? You shuddered.

You stayed at work as long as you could, dreading coming home to face Jaemin. But eventually, your boss insisted you go home.

When you got home, the apartment was silent. You sighed. Hopefully Jaemin was out.

But then, Jaemin rushed into the hallway.

“You’re home!” Jaemin pulled you in for a hug. “I made us dinner…”

You followed him into the dining room. When you saw the table, you gasped.

The table was scattered with rose petals, and a heart shaped balloon floated above your chair. In glittery gold writing, the balloon said, “I LOVE YOU.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. “Is this some kind of joke?”

Jaemin’s brows shot up. “No! Can’t I make a romantic dinner for my fiancé?”

You sat down, knees threatening to give way. “Jaemin, I know…”

Jaemin slumped down in his chair. He swiped his brow. “K-know what? Last night? Nothing happened last night?”

“So you do remember what happened! Tell me what’s going on!”

Jaemin gulped. “Are we really gonna do this now?”

“Jaemin, please! D-do you not love me anymore?”

He took in a sharp breath, as if you’d physically wounded him. You let yourself hope. Maybe it really was just a stupid dream. Maybe he did still love you.

And then he spoke.

“I… I… don’t… know how I feel, about you…”

You didn’t realise how much it would hurt to hear it - to have your worst fears come true.

“Thi-this was the plan? Just lie to me forever? Or, I don’t know, ditch me on my wedding day?” You balled your hands into fists. “Or maybe you’d never tell me. Maybe you’d just cheat on me behind my back!”

Jaemin sighed. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you! I hate seeing you all… upset.”

You scoffed. “Oh, don’t pretend you give a damn how I feel.” You were trying your hardest to keep the tears in.

Suddenly, you were too overcome to speak. You sat down on the couch, burying your head in your hands as hot tears welled in your palm.

Finally, you whispered, “Where did we go wrong? Was it… something I did?”

Jaemin put his hand over yours, shaking his head. “It’s nothing like that, Y/n. I think we’re just… better off as friends. It’s my fault for letting this go on for so long.”

You didn’t shout. You didn’t even look Jaemin in the eye.

“I wish I’d never met you, Jaemin. Because then, I would never have to find out what a selfish jerk you are.”

Jaemin didn’t flinch. He just smiled sadly.

You stood up, yanking your jacket over your shoulders. You turned to leave, but smacked face first into the obnoxious heart shaped balloon. You yelled in frustration.

“I’m sorry.”

--- One year later---

“So how’s it going with the new guy? What was his name again… Mark something?” Jaemin handed you another cocktail. You were stretched out on sun loungers by the beach.

You smiled to yourself, remembering Mark’s crooked smile and the way he was too shy to meet your eyes the first time he asked you out.

“It’s going good,” you said. “We’ve been on nine dates.”

Jaemin grinned. “And how’s the sex?”

You whacked his arm, laughing. “Jaemin! We may be friends again now, but we’re not there yet.”

He waggled his eyebrows. “Oh, really? Come on, Y/n. You gotta give me something!”

You bit your lip, then propped yourself up on your elbows. “Okay, fine. It’s amazing. He does this thing with his tongue that’s like-“

Jaemin clamped his hands over his ears, yelling. “Okay I take it back, we’re not there yet!”

You laughed.

Lifting up your sunglasses to look at him, you said, “Honestly, I am so grateful we’re not dating anymore. Because I can finally tell you how frickin’ annoying that thing with the dishes is! Put them in the dishwasher, you idiot! Don’t just let them sit in the sink!”

Jaemin burst out laughing, protesting, “What about the- grammar thing you do? God, you don’t know what a relief it is to get sentences out without worrying about splitting an infinitive.”

Chucking sand at each other, you both laughed till your stomachs hurt.

It had taken some time for you to realise that actually, you and Jaemin were better off as friends. In fact, this was your honeymoon that you never went on. After spending weeks arguing over who got the tickets, you decided to just go together.

And you weren’t just joking around: you really weren’t made out to be a couple. Fate had worked out in a mysterious, and idiotically painful way, but you were both better for it.

You lifted your pina colada and clinked it with Jaemin’s. The dying sun painted the sky in the glorious reds and purples.

“To the best decision we never made,” you said.

He chuckled. “I’ll drink to that.”

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svnflowervol666 · 3 years

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hey! can you write one where harry invites y/n and his band mates out for drinks and they try to hand her a drink but she reveals she previously by saying like “you can’t drink when your pregnant” ...

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I combined this one with a request for where Harry constantly refers to Y/N as his “ex-girlfriend,” because they’re engaged now. ((Super cute. Super corny. Makes my heart mush. Anyway.)) Kinda short but still sweet. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Take care and TPWK.

“There she is!”

His voice is drowned out by clanking glasses and the heavy bass of whatever rock song was playing through the shitty speakers in the corner of the room, but it was unmistakable nonetheless. Followed by his “greeting” were the shouts and howls of the rest of the bunch, most of them raising their glass in honor of her (late) arrival.

“My ex-girlfriend!”

Harry, despite his inebriated state, smiled widely and welcomed her as protectively as he always had in the past few weeks - relieving her person of any bags or extra weight, this time being her coat and purse which he hung on the brass hooks underneath the bar table, and inspecting her facial expression for any signs of discontent or worry. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when he kicked his “dad-mode,” tendencies into overdrive, but it certainly began on that rainy, Thursday night in their shared bathroom as they sat against the wall of the bathtub with four positive pregnancy tests in both of their hands.

“Really wish you’d stop calling me that, Har,” she sneered as he helped her shake her arms loose from her coat.

“One of these days you’re gonna cause a scene.”

“'S true, though,” the drunken boy giggled.

“You’re not m’ girlfriend anymore. You’re my fiance.”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes at his antics, intending to pull him in for a quick hug and kiss when her attention was drawn away from her curly-headed brunette and towards the man of the hour.

“Y/N!”

“Hello, birthday boy,” her voice was mellow against the drunken slur that had started to take over her friend, Mitch’s.

“‘S not very nice of you to be late to my party,” he slurred as he pulled her in rather harshly for a bone-crushing hug.

“Sorry, got caught up with some work stuff,” Y/N managed to get out through a chuckle in between Mitch’s squeezing.

She saw Harry stiffen out of the corner of her eye, like he was torn between yelling something akin to, “Take it easy on her, mate. She’s pregnant for christ’s sake,” or letting the interaction play out. He knew he wasn’t allowed to do the former, as they’d agreed to wait until they could have all of their friends and family over at the same time to tell them the good great news, so Harry opted to let Mitch hug her extra tight despite his unrealistic, dramatic worries that he’d crush her fragile frame or hurt the baby in some way. She made sure to send a reassuring smile Harry’s way when Mitch let her go from his grasp.

Short and sweet was her greeting to Sarah, both of them opting to kiss one another on the cheek.

“Let me see it one more time,” her voice was quiet amongst the chatter of the bar, almost sounding like a whisper.

Y/N felt the heat climbing to her cheeks as she let Sarah take her hand in hers to examine the ring on her fourth finger. The band was gold and slim, adorned with a dainty yet sizeable single diamond in the very center.

“So pretty,” she gushed, admiring the way the gem flittered, even in the dim, tungsten-glow of the bar.

Y/N muttered a quiet “thank you,” before making her away back to the other side of the table where Harry was waiting for her with an outstretched arm, yearning to get back to what they had been doing before Y/N had to make her rounds.

As he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, Y/N caught wind of the tequila on his breath. She tasted it too, when she pecked his lips quickly and - oh god, did she taste stout as well? Maybe she’d end up taking care of him later tonight when his head was stuck in the toilet, but that seemed plenty fair considering how often Harry had been doing the same exact thing for her here lately.

“Yeh alright? Had me all worried when ya said you’d be late,” Harry’s question was asked lowly so that only she could hear.

Harry had been with Mitch and Sarah all day celebrating, hence this was the first time he’d seen Y/N since this morning when he kissed her and sent her off to work.

Y/N nodded and smiled, though her face led Harry to believe differently.

“Got sick when I got home from the office. Just took me a little bit longer to get out the door,” she shrugged, insinuating that it wasn’t a big deal, but that she wasn’t feeling one hundred percent ready-to-party either.

“Baby,” Harry half-scolded her, feeling a good portion of his buzz leave his body when Y/N mentioned that she hadn’t felt well.

“Why didn’t yeh just tell me you were sick? Coulda came home and sat with you.”

“I wasn’t going to ask you to ditch your best friend’s birthday dinner just because I was throwing up for the fifteenth time this week,” she was stern in her words and made it clear that she was fine.

“I’m alright. I promise.”

Harry’s jaw softened at her proclamation, the muscles in his torso easing up from their tense position.

“Oi! Will you two stop whispering and get drunk with me?!” Mitch shouted across the table, bursting the bubble that had temporarily surrounded the couple whilst they talked about their sweet little secret that they were dying to tell everyone about.

“You,” Mitch pointed his finger towards Y/N’s head.

“Shots. Now,” he gestured to the bartender making drinks on the opposite end of where their table was.

Both Y/N and Harry chuckled nervously, unsure of how to work around the fact that Y/N couldn’t drink without spilling the beans.

“Think I need to get some food in my stomach before I do that. Why don’t you take Harry,” Y/N urged Harry forward by his shoulder and prayed it would be enough to entertain the drunk boy.

“Fine,” Mitch glared.

“It’ll just make it hard for you to catch up later then!”

He grabbed Harry by the bicep and cleared through the crowd of people in order to get his liquor he was so keen about.

The conversation with Sarah was light, mostly about what all they’d done today and bets on if Mitch would end up needing to be babied for the rest of the night. Y/N successfully dodged Sarah’s questions about the wedding and how planning was going along, chalking it up to busy work schedules and failing to come to an agreement on a venue and date.

“Harry’s dead set on a summer wedding, but I’m fighting for a winter date,” she dismissed through a nervous chuckle when the reality was that they were unsure how to navigate planning a wedding around the arrival of their baby to make any more decisions.

It seemed like ages passed before the two men returned. Y/N was picking at the fries and sipping on the ginger ale Harry had ordered her before she’d gotten there but was interrupted when Harry and Mitch came barrelling back to the table.

He was drunk. Quite drunk. And Y/N knew that because his body felt even warmer and his eyes looked even hazier than before he’d left. She imagined they definitely had more than once shot at the bar, but she didn’t have much time to ponder that before she felt his hands snake around her waist and rest on her hips. She reciprocated his touch, looping her arms around his shoulders and laying her head against his chest.

“Love you,” Harry muttered into the soft spot between her jaw and ear, then his hands wormed their way under her shirt to rest on the underside of her tummy.

“Love you too,” he said again.

She could feel him smile against her skin as he cradled her almost non-existent baby bump from underneath her oversized sweater. Harry was the only one who saw her regularly enough to notice the minute changes her body had been going through. To everyone else, she still looked like plain, old Y/N.

“We love you more, but if you don’t stop canoodling me in the middle of this bar,” Y/N began, speaking light-heartedly and quietly in his ear, “Everyone’s going to find out and you won’t get to have that announcement party you’ve been planning for weeks now.”

Harry sighed, knowing she was right, and loosened his hold on her tummy and opting to sling an arm over her shoulder to at least keep her close instead.

“I know what you’re up to,” Mitch glared at the two of them from across the table.

This gained the attention of not only Y/N and Harry but Sarah as well. Everyone turned to look at Mitch, anticipating what he was going to say next.

“And what would that be, Mitchy?” Y/N toyed.

A pout formed on his face, arms quickly crossed his chest as he huffed.

“You’re trying to get out of here and leave me all alone on my birthday.”

“Guess I’m not even here then. I’m a hallucination,” Sarah baited with a roll of her eyes.

“We’re not trying t’ leave ya, mate. Promise,” Harry stuck his pinky out across the table as a gesture of sincerity.

“Are too.”

Mitch’s drunken rambles were beginning to sound quite childish now and became more amusing by the second.

“Are not, honey bun,” Y/N requited.

“Liars. Both of you.”

Mitch launched a bunched up straw wrapper in Harry’s direction that bounced off of his most prominent curl and landed somewhere near his feet.

“Where would we even go, hmm?” Harry taunted, resting his chin on the knuckles of his free hand that was leaned against the table.

“What could we possibly planned tha’ would be better than spending time with you lot on your birthday?”

They watched as Mitch’s remaining sobriety fought hard for an answer, but ultimately giving into his drunkness and murmuring, “Don’t know! Probably going off to screw each other or something!”

The table burst into laughter, and Y/N hid her face in Harry’s chest out of embarrassment.

“Wouldn’t surprise me actually,” Sarah quipped before taking a huge sip of her cocktail.

“Look. Here’s the deal,” Mitch tried his best in his drunken stupor to be serious.

“Prove to me that you’re not gonna leave me and take another shot.”

“Fine,” Harry shrugged.

“Let’s go back t’ the bar then.”

He started to pull Mitch along but was stopped suddenly.

“No,” Mitch was quick to intervene.

“Y/N too. If you both drink, you can’t drive home and leave me,” he said proudly as if his idea was the smartest thing he’d ever come up with.

She knew it was only Mitch being sloppy drunk and acting like the idiot he always was, but Y/N couldn’t help but feel her palms begin to sweat. They couldn’t tell Mitch the real reason why she couldn’t drink with the group tonight, so she was quickly wracking her brain for another excuse now that she’d filled her belly with french fries since giving her last one.

But there was no need to think any further, as Harry stepped in for her.

“She can’t do tha’, mate. Now, c’mon. Let’s get some more tequila. Looks like Sarah needs another drink as well, hmm?”

Harry pinched his nose in annoyance. He was trying his hardest to keep this all under wraps, but Mitch was making it extremely difficult.

“Who are you? Her keeper? Telling her what she can and can’t do?” Mitch yelled.

“No, you nunce. She can’t drink because yeh can’t drink when you’re pregn-”

Fuck.

Harry clapped his hand over his mouth before he finished his sentence, but it was too late. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking when he said it. Wasn’t even sure if he was thinking at all, to be completely honest. He silently prayed that neither Mitch nor Sarah heard him, but he quickly realized that was untrue when they both stared between him and Y/N with wide eyes.

“Y/N L/N. Are you pregnant?” Sarah was the first to speak up.

Y/N felt like she was stuck in place, only able to look at Harry with a racing chest and her mouth agape.

“I, um, I - yes?” It came out as more of a question due to her state of shock.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry. Holy shit,” Harry exclaimed as he went back to Y/N’s side to console her.

He was spiraling in fear that Y/N was angry with him, but it was mostly the alcohol making him think so.

“You’re having a baby?” Mitch’s voice was unusually quiet for how loudly he had been yelling just moments ago.

“Yeah. We are,” she was laughing nervously as she spoke.

“Sorry that Harry ruined the surprise. We wanted to have a big party and tell everyone at the same time, but I guess the cat’s out of the bag for you guys.”

She rubbed Harry’s back with her palm, a silent reassurance for Harry that she wasn’t upset with him. Mitch and Sarah, however, they couldn’t read.

Mitch said nothing, only leaving his position beside Sarah to go stand in between Y/N and Harry. He looked at them both with an expression that resembled both anger and confusion, which only added to their discomfort.

In a split second, he had his arms around both of them, hugging them tightly.

“Holy shit! This is the best birthday present ever. Uncle Mitch and Aunt Sarah. What the fuck?!” he was rambling now, beaming from ear to ear as he ran over to pull Sarah, who was also losing her shit, just in her own seat and not on top of Harry and Y/N, into the group hug.

Their eyes caught each other in the midst of the friend-sandwich they were being forced to be a part of. A smile and knowing look were exchanged between them and they knew, despite it not coming out in the most fashionable way, their precious little bub would be surrounded by people that loved them dearly.

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simsadventures · 3 years

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Gilded: Chapter 3: Power Over Me

Mobster!Steve x Reader

Summary: What more can you do than have a rad bachelorette party and then move to a house full of mobsters. It all sounds fun, right? Well, not according to your experience.

Warnings: mobster AU, drinking, swearing, surveillance, angst, smidge of fluff, violence, mention of bruises, fear

Word Count: 5737

A/N: A little late, I know I know, but I wanted to make sure the chapter was exactly how I wanted it. I keep thinking I will get to the wedding, and then some situations occur and I know I have to concentrate on them a little more. Than being said, I think we will finally see the wedding next! What do you think of this part? Did you like it? Is the reader a little less annoying? Let me know xx

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The scene was supposed to be joyous, but, for some reason, the majority of what you felt was filled with sadness. Not for any particular reason, it was just the weigh of your decision finally settling in your heart and the realization hitting you that you would indeed be getting married in a week to a total stranger, who was a mobster, none less.

You chose it, you had to remind yourself as tears fought their way in your eyes. It was just momentary sadness overpowering you, the feeling that your wedding wouldn’t be filled with people loving and caring for you, that the day would be more about showing off Steve’s power over the world than showing his love for his new bride, for whom he had none. And you would be there almost alone: no parents, no extended family, and a very few close friends. Whom you loved dearly, of course, and without whom you wouldn’t even be considering taking such a step. You needed them there, and not just the two lovable idiots you lived with.

It was also people you’ve come to love during your university years as well as some coworkers, like Christy and Anja. Together it made around 15 people, which was actually a lot more than you had anticipated, but still. It would have to be Aidan walking you down the aisle, and just the mere thought made a choked sob escape your lips.

The sound brought the attention of the room to you, and before you knew it, you were enveloped in a bone-crushing hug from all the people there, everyone telling you that you should be happy, that this was a good thing. Of course, nobody except Caroline and Aidan knew the reality behind the wedding. All they thought was happening was that you fell madly in love with Steve Rogers, and now you two were tying the knot. You even overhead Aisha say that you were definitely pregnant, otherwise, you wouldn’t have rushed into it like this. You tried to assure everyone that there was no pregnancy at all, but, of course, people believed what they wanted, and you lacked the energy to go around the room and speak to them individually, denying what they formed in their heads.

It was Friday night, and you were in your apartment, surrounded by all those people who would come to your wedding. You sent a list of names to Steve that afternoon, and, after what you assumed was a background check on all of them, he agreed that yes, these 15 people could actually come. And when he did, you called an emergency meeting at your apartment, using it both as a way of inviting them to the wedding and as a kind of bachelorette party, where all you wanted to do was to drink heavily, eat a disgusting amount of carbs and pass out around dusk. Safe to say, all of your friends had been in, and by the time it was 11 PM, you were all tipsy, and people started to dance. Some (ehm, ehm, Caroline) even on a table, which was hilarious to the rest of you.

The sadness came and went all evening, but you were determined not to let it ruin your night. So, every time you felt like it was creeping up on you again, you just told somebody and let them hug you until you were feeling better.

Then, somebody came up with the idea to play Never Have I Ever, and since the tequila still burned in your veins, you agreed immediately. And so the game started. You were roaring like a pride of lions, each answer louder than the previous ones, but the most fun arose from telling each other funny stories.

“Ok, so this one time I was blowing off my boyfriend, right? And you know how much I hate the taste of sperm, and he knows it as well, but this one time he really insisted on my swallowing, and so when he finally came, I squeaked and pointed somewhere behind him so that I could spit the cum to glass under the table, and when he turned around I showed him my mouth, void of any liquid, and he looked super proud,” your friend Naila laughed as she told the story to the question: never have I ever swallowed cum.

The night was flowing smoothly, and soon, you saw that it was getting somehow lighter outside. And, sure enough, when you looked out of the window, you saw that the sunrise was coming in mere minutes.

“Guys, guys! The sunrise is here. Let’s go to the roof to enjoy it,” you yelled even though half of the people were already fast asleep. The few of you who were still barely alive, which was around 5 of you, staggered towards the door and crawled up the stairs to the highest levels, and when you opened the last door, you had New York underneath you.

You were wasted and exhausted, but the sight poured new life into you as you watched the early orange rays shine on one building at a time, waking up the city that never slept. It was magical, and it took your breath away. You felt your worries melting away as you saw a new day coming, and you thought it was a new day with many possibilities and hopes for you. You had nothing to lose, and Steve proved to you that he would, indeed, take care of you if need be. All would be if you just played your part and learned enough about Steve to be able to escape his wrath.

The exhaustion then hit your body just as the ray hit your face, and you waved at the drunk group watching the sunrise, each of them in their own realm of thoughts, and soon enough, you sauntered back to your room, where you fell asleep just like the rest of the bachelorette party.

A piercing tone woke you up with a start, and, for a second, you didn’t even know where you were, what time it was, or even what fucking century it was. The throbbing in your head prevented your brain from functioning properly, and so you rummaged through the pile of clothes next to your bed, fishing for what was obviously your phone. Gosh, how you hated the ringtone, and you reminded yourself to just mute your phone altogether because then nothing like this could happen again.

You picked up without so much as looking at the screen and just sneered a harsh what into the speaker.

“Well, good morning to you too, honey,” you heard Steve’s smug voice and rolled your eyes so hard the pain in your head increased. “Is this the way to greet your future husband? I don’t fucking think so,” he continued, and a considerable part of you contemplated just hanging up on him and his annoyingly sexy voice.

“Steve, I have no fucking idea what time it is, but it’s definitely not time for you to call me and want me to be nice. Give me a few good hours of sleep, and then we can talk, ok?” You hoped this would do it, but from the silence on the other side, you assumed he wouldn’t let be just yet.

“What happened? Did your bachelorette party get a little out of hand, and you went to sleep only after sunrise?”

You gasped, shocked how he knew any of it, and for the first time, the fog in front of your brain lifted a little bit. You checked the time, and seeing it was only 9 AM, you assumed that asshole woke you up on purpose if he knew so much about your nightly activities.

“How the fuck-“

“Language!” He yelled suddenly, and you flinched at the intensity of his voice. “I know everything, and I told you I would have somebody keeping an eye on you at all times. You’re only lucky the guy sleeping next to you is gay, you’d be in so much trouble otherwise, honey,” Steve spat, and the only sound you could muster was a long huff, as you regretted ever being born.

“What do you want, Steve? If you know so much, you must know that I’m beat and all I wanna do is sleep, with a guy in my bed or without him. So, if you have something to tell me, please do, otherwise, have a good day, and I’ll catch up with you later.”

“We’re gonna have so much fun together, you and I, Y/N. I’m calling because I wanted to let you know that your room is prepared and ready for you and that your bodyguard will pick you up at exactly 8 PM, so don’t be late. Clint will also help you carry all things you need. I’ll send you his number so that you can be in touch with him. Oh, and honey? Take some aspirin and go to sleep, you sound like you need it,” even through the phone, you could hear him smirk as he hung up and let you on your own once again. Thank God.

“Who was it?” Aidan asked sleepily from the other side of the bed, and you just grumbled some response, not really sure if he understood what you meant, but when he hummed and patted your outstretched hand, you took it as yes, I understand you mean your future husband Steve Rogers, nice talk.

The phone signalled you received a text, and when you looked at it, it was your bodyguard’s phone number and a directive, telling you to go to sleep already, because the dark circles under your eyes didn’t suit you.

Oh, how you wanted to kill this man already. He got on your nerves more easily than anybody ever before, and for a brief moment, you wondered why he affected you so. You didn’t even know him, and you shouldn’t let him tossing you back and forth, but here you were, pissed because you could just imagine how proud he was of himself that he woke you up and told you what to do so many times in such a short call.

Sighing, you got up from the bed and went to check the window to see if you could spot the nosy bodyguard ratting on you to Steve. You needed to have a word with him because he just couldn’t go running to Steve every time you blinked.

Looking around the street, you tried to spot a strange vehicle, one that didn’t fit into the street you grew to know so well. And, sure enough, there was a large SUV, much like the one you had driven with Steve before, and you noticed that the windows were tilted. Since your apartment was on the first floor, anybody from the street had a great view right into your flat, and because you passed out totally exhausted, you didn’t have the time, nor did you remember to shut your blinds.

You huffed and shut them now, cursing Steve and his nosiness because he wasn’t making your life any easier, and you weren’t even married yet. The year in front of you would be annoying and difficult, but maybe it would make you feel alive again.

Shaking your head, you didn’t let the memories flood your brain as you strode back to your back, plopped on it belly-first and fell straight asleep.

“Are you sure it’s everything?” Aidan looked around your now half-empty room, except for the furniture that you knew you wouldn’t need. Steve promised to give you a furnished room, and you took his word for it, so you just took the essentials, like your clothes and sentimental stuff. Marie Condo would have been proud because you still managed to get rid of a few things that didn’t spark joy!

“Yeah, and even if I left something here, I could still come, you know? It’s not like I’m never seeing you or this place again. I’ll still be like a 30-minute ride away,” you smiled soothingly at him, but he just shook his head, obviously fighting all the emotions swirling in his heart.

“Alright, alright. No crying. I’ll call you guys when I’m all settled, and Steve actually lets me be by myself, and I’ll show you the room, ok?”

Both Aiden and Caroline nodded speechlessly and then pulled you in a group hug.

“You sure you wanna do it? We can still make it seem like we kidnapped you and take you somewhere to Mexico, or Argentina, or wherever he wouldn’t find you,” Caroline whispered, and you laughed through the tears fighting their way out of your eyes.

“I’ll be fine, you’ll see. We will all have so much fun, and before we know it, the year is over, and I’m back here with you guys, having lived a little,” you smirked, and they nodded reassuringly, not really sure if it really was the best way to live a life, but they didn’t want to push you again. Your heart was set, and they both knew there was nothing they could do now. Except, of course, really kidnapping you.

“Miss Y/L/N, we should go. The boss said we should be there at 9 PM at the latest, and I would prefer if we could be a little early,” Clint said professionally, but you could see that he was afraid of what would Steve do had you arrived late. You didn’t want to start this weird-ass journey by pissing your future husband or making him hurt his employees (you didn’t know whether he would actually do that, but just to be on the safe side, since he did cut off a guy’s finger a mere few days ago).

You nodded and stepped from your best friends, looking at them and smiling brightly. You didn’t want any teary goodbyes, so you just showed them thumbs up and followed Clint out of the door. You knew there would be some tears when you left but didn’t think they would come as early as on the first step from your apartment.

Fortunately, there weren’t that many steps to go before you were out of the building and rushed into the SUV by Clint. It was dark already, but you didn’t want him to see you cry, so you swiftly pulled out your sunglasses and put them on, not saying a word to Clint as he started the car and pulled it into New York’s night traffic. The lights around you were almost blinding, and for a moment, you were glad you had the glasses on, but then another wave of regret and sadness hit you, and you had a hard time keeping in the sobs. Scratching your arms, you stared out of the window and took a few calming breaths, telling yourself to get a grip because you were about to enter the lion’s den, and you couldn’t show them any emotions.

You knew Clint knew what was going on, but he was gentleman enough not to comment on it. Still, you needed to make sure he understood this little episode was just between the two of you.

“Can I ask you something, Clint?” You said suddenly and saw his eyes flickering between the road and the mirror, meeting your eyes for a moment.

“Of course, Miss Y/L/N. However, I should warn you, I am not allowed to give you certain information,” he said formally, and you nodded knowingly.

“Yeah, right. If I asked you to keep a little secret from your boss, would you keep it?” You asked and nibbled on your lower lip anxiously.

He seemed to have thought for a second before he nodded his head in a manner telling you that there were things Steve didn’t need to know. His eyes met yours again before he spoke up.

“I’m now your bodyguard, and if I think the information kept from the boss is in your best interest, then I won’t tell him anything. For example, you smiled all the way to the apartment, no tears and no sunglasses. Though, I think you should powder your nose and dry your face,” he smirked, and you laughed a little, nodding gratefully and doing exactly as he said.

The car stopped exactly as you put all the supplies back into your purse, and you had a feeling Clint took a longer route to Steve’s house just to give your face the time to dry up and calm down. Checking the time, you saw it was 10 minutes before 9 and saw the relief on Clint’s face when he realized the same thing.

“Alright, I will take you to the boss and then will get the boys to help with your things. We won’t go through anything, but if you need our help when you’re unpacking, all you have to do is text me,” Clint said, walking you to the door.

The man you met on your first night there was standing as a sculpture at the exact same spot, and you wondered if he ever moved from that hallway. He did move towards you, gesturing to your purse, but Clint’s hand stopped him mid-motion.

“She’s clean. I’ve been with her the whole time,” he said sternly and with authority, and when he saw the first man taking a breath to protest, Clint just gave him a chilling frown, and the man stepped down, hung his head in defeat and let you through.

“It’s not a problem, Clint; I could have shown him the purse, you know?” You almost whispered as you walked through the empty rooms and hallways with Clint by your side.

“They need to learn to respect you, Miss. You are, after all, marrying the boss very soon, and they need to understand that you are not a threat,” he gave you a curt nod, and you blushed a little. You didn’t know what it was, but the way Clint spoke to you with so much trust and respect already made you feel much better. You knew it would be an issue, so having somebody on your side was a huge relief already.

“Thank you, Clint, I really-“

“Well, happy you two are best buddies already! Are you gonna braid each other’s hair and do each other’s nails soon too?” A voice snapped you back to reality, a voice you already knew too well. Steve was leaning against a door, his face stoic despite the mocking tone of his voice. Clint obviously tensed next to you, mumbled some apology and scurried out of the room, leaving you with Steve.

You just looked at him and crossed your arms on your chest.

“Do you need to be like this?” You asked incredulously, not really understanding why he had to be such an ass when all you did was having some sort of conversation with one of his loyal men.

“Like what, honey? You seem to forget who I am and what I can do to you and your fucking life,” he sneered when he finally pulled away from the door and marched right in front of you.

Your arms fell from your chest as you stared at him, trying to figure him out. Which, considering he was a prolific mobster, wasn’t the easiest task at hand. But you tried nevertheless and poked to see where was all this coming from. He obviously needed to be in control of every situation, always the centre of attention, and, you realized, it was probably this that pissed him off. You walked in, not really paying attention to him standing by the door but carelessly talking to somebody else. But his attitude was another thing entirely.

“What do you want me to say, Steve? That I’m sorry I talked to somebody else and that it won’t happen again? You know it probably will, especially since you assigned Clint with the task of taking care of me and making sure I survive this year with you, which is really all he had done in the 40 minutes I have known him,” you reasoned, trying to sound confident but not pushy. You needed to show him that he couldn’t just toss you around like he might have thought. You didn’t expect him changing his attitude altogether for you, but you, at least, hoped he would go easy on you.

He was seething but also thinking; you could see his mind going in overdrive to come up with something snarky and mean. But you were quicker than him, once again.

“Will you be so kind and show me to my room? I would like to get settled in before we start talking about the wedding.”

“There will be no talk of a wedding. All you have to take care of is go tomorrow and pick your fucking dress. Everything else is being dealt with. I won’t need you tonight, so you can go and be by yourself till tomorrow,” he snapped and walked away without saying another word.

Great, now you felt like you were grounded, and all you did was talking with somebody nice to you. You shook your head disapprovingly and headed in a direction you thought might have been your room, but after taking a few turns, you weren’t even sure you were in New York anymore.

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing here?” You heard from behind you, and before you knew what was happening, somebody pushed you forcibly against the nearest wall, pressing their elbow into your neck. You coughed, surprised, clawing at the man’s forearms and trying to let him loosen the press because it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

“I said, what the fuck are you doing here?” He yelled into your face, and you tried to tell him, but your voice wouldn’t come out. So, you just stared at him, tears filling your eyes before you heard a loud hey from somewhere behind you two and saw a man with long brown hair running towards you.

“Sarge, this woman was roaming around here. I think she is a spy,” the man still holding you said to the newly arrived guy, and all you could do was shake your head and tried to make yourself look as non-threatening as possible. Which wasn’t difficult considering you were in no position to be able to even defend yourself had the man decided to crush your trachea.

“Fucking idiot! That’s the boss’ bride! Let her go, you dickhead,” the man, sarge, growled, and you felt the pressure leaving your body. Which was all it took for you to collapse on the floor and start coughing uncontrollably, gripping your neck in your hands to protect it from any further disturbance.

“I-I, I didn’t know, Sarge! Don’t tell him. I thought she was some fucking spy. What the hell was she even doing here all alone, huh? It’s not my fucking fault she came sniffing around stuff that is none of her business,” the man tried to defend himself, but from the murderous gaze he received from the sergeant, he wasn’t very successful.

“Are you ok, Miss? Did he break anything? Is your head spinning? Are you feeling nauseous? Any of this?” He crouched down to your level and extended an arm to you, and you flinched instinctively, not feeling too sure who was your friend here and who wasn’t. So, to play it safe, nobody was your friend, and you’d be scared of them all, forever. Easy business.

The man saw your reaction and frowned even more but was persistent when he removed your hands from your neck to see an already-forming bruise alongside your throat.

“You need to talk to me, Y/N. Are you hurting anywhere?”

You coughed and grimaced because, yes, in fact, you did hurt and that all over the fucking neck and even your head. Which, given the man almost crushed your fucking throat with his elbow, wasn’t that surprising.

“I’ll be fine. And I wasn’t sniffing around; I was just looking for my room. I thought it might be somewhere here, and I would have asked if I saw anyone. But this place is like a fucking maze, and I was all alone,” you screeched, and the sergeant nodded and helped you to stand up. He was pulling out what looked like a phone, but you stopped him.

“Don’t call him, please. I’m fine. I just need to get to the room, so I can put some cold water on it, have a drink and go to sleep. Please,” you accentuated and saw the man weighing his options before he put the phone back to his pocket and nodded for you to follow him.

“I will tell him, just so you know. Steve needs to know about this, and we need to make sure you are introduced to the whole house the first thing in the morning so that this doesn’t happen again. But he needs to know. I will give you a few minutes to take it all in before I do call him, though,” he said with a resolution in his voice, and while you wanted to protest, you saw that it would have been to no avail. So, not saying another word, you let yourself in what was supposed to be your room and took it all in.

The walls were this very soft grey, which you actually preferred to the cold white you saw a lot all over the house. There was a king-sized bed against the main wall, framed with two bed-side tables and two matching white and gold lamps. There were many pillows on the bed and a plaid, grey and blue, throw as well, making it all feel very homey. You could see a large closet, where you could have easily fit ten times the amount of clothes you owned. The only other thing in the room was a table with a chair and some drawers, where you could picture yourself working and writing.

However, when you turned around, you saw something that caught your attention. An easel with a little table on wheels, on top of which was a palette where you could see yourself mixing colors left and right. You squealed, but the sound reminded you that you have just been assaulted and that you could admire the room later.

You took your time in the bathroom, inspecting your neck and hissing here and there when you touched it carefully. You knew the sarge was outside your door, probably counting in his head before he called Steve, and you were actually pretty surprised he wasn’t marching in already. Just when you thought of it, the door to your room flew open, and you heard Steve and the man talking (well, actually, more like yelling at each other).

“Where the fuck is she? I’m going to kill Drax. I swear to fucking God, man. How is it even possible that he does shit like this? They were all supposed to be briefed, for fuck’s sake. Imma have Sam’s ass as well for this. Fuck!” He yelled and kicked into something, which made you frowned, and you rushed out of the bathroom.

Steve spun around and almost ran towards you, cradling your face in his hands carefully and lifting your head so that he could have a clear view of the injuries. He was swearing under his breath, but you couldn’t help it and stare at him, wide-eyed. He was actually careful with you, sweet even as he took it all in, and when he was sure you wouldn’t die right there, he took a step back from you.

“Are you ok?” He asked after a moment, and all you could was just nod and stand there awkwardly, scratching your arms behind your back.

“Will you be able to find your room easier next time?”

“No, we took too many turns. But I won’t leave this room till morning anyway, and I will learn to stay out of the way very quickly, I promise,” you rushed to say, not really wanting to meet any of his crew alone again.

“You can’t be scared walking around here, honey. I will show you around right now, and I have already called an emergency meeting, and I want you there. This can never happen again,” he said gravely, and you understood this was probably his way of apologizing for something that wasn’t really all his fault. Well, he didn’t have to storm off and leave you there, nor did he have to scare Clint away, who was ready to show you to your room in the first place.

“Is it necessary, Steve? If I’m quite honest, I don’t feel too comfortable leaving the room right now,” you quipped, but Steve wasn’t listening anymore. He just grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the door. Weirdly, you felt a little better having the skin-on-skin contact with him because, at least now, nobody would be stupid enough to attack you.

You tried to remember the way and took in the details that would make you not lose your trail again, such as the red vase on one of the tables in the corner that looked just like the corner two minutes ago, but the vase was something you could remember, so you took a mental note of that and other little things that would serve for your safety, obviously. Because when Steve told you people would want you dead, you sort of didn’t expect those people would be in the house with you.

You walked through the spacious kitchen and the adjacent dining room to find yourself in what looked like a meeting room, with around 20 men gathered and scattered all over the room.

When Steve finally stopped, he let go of your hand, but he instinctively reached for you and pulled you against his side. You looked at him in slight disbelief again but didn’t say anything as he stared in front of himself till the room was as quiet as a freaking church during a sermon.

“Let me make this very quick: however lays as much as a fucking finger on Y/N here, I will kill you, and I won’t give a fuck who you are. You were briefed that I’m getting married to the woman I want, and because somebody wasn’t paying attention to the fucking briefing, evidently, my fiancé is now sporting a black neck, which she will have to cover for our wedding. Drax, you and I will speak tomorrow, I was ready to kill you, but I’m a reasonable man, so I will sleep and think of your punishment then. Now, any questions?” He asked threateningly, and you knew even if somebody did have a question, nobody would dare to ask it now.

And just as you predicted, the room was as quiet as before, and Steve waved his hand so that everybody was dismissed and they could breathe again. Just not in his presence.

“Sam, you stay here,” Steve added when he saw one of his closest men leaving the room as well.

“I will deal with him, Steve. I don’t know how that could have happened, but it won’t ever again, I promise. If it does, you can have my head, man,” the bulky man said and smiled warmly at you.

“By the way, hi, I’m Sam. I’m like the muscles here, you know? So, if you need to pick something up, I’m your guy,” he said with a wink, and you chuckled but took his hand to shake it.

“Nice to meet you, Sam, and I will remember that, thank you.”

“Alright, now, we have all the pleasantries behind us, you can go back to your room and go to sleep. And Y/N, if anybody as much as looks at you the wrong way, you tell me, ok? This marriage might not be a genuine one, but none of these assholes knows that or should care about that. They should protect you just like they protect me, and I don’t care what they say. I can’t have my fucking wife scared to walk these halls,” he was still frowning as he was saying all this to you, but you could see he was much more relaxed than when all the men were in the room. These two, the sergeant whose name you still didn’t know, and Sam, were obviously close to Steve because despite the winks Sam gave to you, Steve didn’t make a scene, nor did he give you the pointed looks when others were around. Still, you were on thin ice, and there was too much drama for one day for you to try and challenge him in any way.

“Ay ay, Captain,” you chuckled, and the corner of Steve’s mouth actually moved a little, so you took that as a good sign.

“Alright, I will try and get back to my room and call it a day because tomorrow is an important day! So, nice to meet you, gentlemen, and I will see you soon, I guess,” you waved at them awkwardly, and Sam waved back enthusiastically as you left the men to themselves.

“She is actually quite nice,” Sam summarized, and winked at Bucky, who just rolled his eyes at him in annoyance, having just enough of Sam’s antics for one day.

“Yeah, yeah, she actually is, when she’s not talking back and challenging every fucking thing I say,” Steve complained, and it was a turn for both men to roll their eyes at their best friend.

“Oh yeah, because you love when they’re meek and quiet, we forgot. C’mon, man, somebody fucking choked her today, and she was still standing here with her head held high, keeping it together like a fucking pro. I say she is perfect for you,” Sam said defensively when he saw the murderous stare from his friend/boss.

Good thing Sam didn’t see you in your room because as soon as you closed the door behind yourself, the tears just streamed down your face, and small sobs left your lips. You were glad the day was over and dreaded what the next day would bring.

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Damage

Request: You meet JB in a bar and have a one-night stand

A/N: My friend has asked me for JB fics none stop. I haven’t been able to finish one, because I get stuck in my head and think everything is trash. I think this one is okay, at best. I’ve edited as much as my eyes can stand. Either way, she seemed to enjoy it. I hope you all enjoy it in some way too. Much Love, Jenn

p.s. It’s named Damage because I literally had the song of the same name from H.E.R playing on repeat the entire time.

Jaebum X Reader

Genre: SmUt

Words:5534

Warnings: semi-public sex, rough play, some ass-slaping - you get the picture -

There was a time that the idea of sleeping with a complete stranger from a bar would’ve never crossed your mind. It wasn’t that you were a prude. A part of you secretly wanted to know what it felt like to be so overwhelmed by another that they made you less cautious and more adventurous. No one ever seemed able to stir that emotion in you, however.

Until you’d met JB.

Now, as his fingers traced across your skin, his lips kissed at the hollow of your neck, you couldn’t imagine an alternate universe where you didn’t say yes. Where you weren’t pressed into the backseat of a stuffy cab not caring that you had an audience while JB’s hand made its way between your thighs. His mouth hungrily lapping up your moan as his fingers slid under the edge of your panties.

A part of you should’ve felt embarrassed. You were passengers in this cab. The obvious audience of the older man up front would’ve normally made you shove his hand away with your cheeks pink; pretending to care if they watched.

But JB was a force you weren’t used to. One that threatened to consume you and god, did you want to be consumed.

EARLIER

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“Come on, Y/N. You can’t be sad forever about that asshole.”

Your fingers skimmed the paper of your beer smearing an image of a heart in the condensation. Your teeth drawing in your bottom lip as you thought about what your friend was saying. Of course, she was right. It was two weeks, give or take, since you broke up with Mark. You’d had your days of wallowing, eating copious amounts of ice cream, and crying on the couch watching rom-coms and asking why can’t your life be like this?

There wasn’t any doubt your ex wasn’t off doing the same. Hell, he’d made sure to take pictures of his latest escapades and made sure to share it to his social media. Not that you were looking at any of it or anything.

“You’re right,” you huffed out in defeat.

Why was it so hard to let him go? It wasn’t like he’d had such a hard time deciding to end your relationship.

“I’m sorry. What was that? Can you say it a little louder for me please I’m hard of hearing.”

You shot her a look of disbelief that sent her head falling back with laughter.

“This one time you might be a little bit right.”

You took a swig of your drink to hide your own smile.

“Plus, how can you be sad over that loser when the hottest dude is five feet away.”

You followed her eyes to see what had her making such a bold claim. There were plenty of good looking men and women in the bar. How could one person possibly hold the title when your opinion could be different?

It wasn’t.

You found him easily. No longer needing the guide of your friend to find who it was that’d caught her attention. And sweet Jesus he was hands down the best looking in the room.

He was leaning up against the wall. His eyes half crescent moons as he smiled. One hand holding a beer that was close to his lips as he replied back to whatever his friend said. You shamelessly watched how his lips wrapped around the bottle to take a drink. The sharpness of his jaw and the expanse of his neck.

You wanted to know what he looked like with his mouth on you and tasting the sweetness between your thighs.

The desire for it caused your legs to squeeze together to give yourself any sort of friction. Your mind still going over the fantasy you were creating with him in the starring role. Suddenly, he was looking back at you. A harsh blush rose to your cheeks at being caught but refused to look away.

God! What am I doing?!

You’ve never been the one to make the first move. Of any kind. Eye contact felt like a first move of showing interest, but you were more than interested and a part of you wondered if he could see it. See that even this far between your spaces in the bar how badly you wanted to know how he tasted.

A gasp brought your attention back to the position of your friend. Her mouth agape in shock but that threatened to spill into a smile at any moment.

“Hollleeeeey shit! Did you just give that guy ‘fuck me eyes’ from across the bar?”

You scoffed at the idea before shooting a cautionary look back in his direction. Using your elbows that were on the top of the bar you swiveled yourself to face the many rows of liquor. Fighting the urge to look back at him again or acknowledge your friend bouncing in her seat.

“Yes you fuckin did!”

Your reply was a quick swig of your drink as you tried your best not to grimace at the taste. You’d been babysitting it too long and now it was lukewarm.

“I've had my heart broken. I’m not dead,” you replied.

“Let’s go over and talk to them!”

Your head whipped in her direction so fast you swore you’d ended up with whiplash. Yes, you were looking. And yes, this man did provoke unholy fantasies, but that didn’t mean you were ready to be that close.

“You’re joking.”

“Nope. I think this will be good for you.”

She ignored your burst of panic and waved down the bartender who acknowledged her sooner than you would’ve liked.

“What can I get you ladies.”

“Two shots of tequila, please.”

“What are you doing?”

She wiggled her brows at you and rubbed her shoulder up against yours. Her weak attempt to pump you up with excitement for whatever diabolical thing she’d planned.

“Just a little liquid courage before we head on over.”

“Heading towards the door, you mean.”

Your words came out as a grumble. A pout setting in as the bartender set down the small glasses in front of the two of you. Which she quickly slid hers to click beside yours.

“You, my lovely friend, are going to have both.”

“Are you trying to give me alcohol poisoning?”

“Nope. Just trying to help you get some guiltless sex with a stranger.”

“Wow. You’re so amazing,” you deadpanned. Your hand snacking out to grab one of the shot glasses downing the first one. You were sure the reaction you were having looked like a cartoon character. God, this stuff was disgusting. “I’m pretty sure that stuff causes forest fires.”

The bartender offered you a lemon, amusement flashing in his eyes. You were hoping he could see the thank you in yours with your mouth shoved full of lemon.

You left it sitting in your mouth; teeth clenched tight against the softness and the peel exposed between your lips. You wondered if this was picture worthy and received your answer moments later when your friends’ camera flashed in your face. Your vision erupting in sparks of dark spots that left you unable to see.

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

With the peel still held between your lips you made a face at her. Her mouth opened to reply, and suddenly it closed. Her eyes wide and darting from you to whoever was now perched beside you.

You remembered you still had a shot left and decided it was time to meet your fate. Your legs moved to turn you to sit straight on the stool when you realized someone was beside you at the bar. In perfect horror movie fashion, you glanced at your right and saw the man who’d caused your need for liquid courage.

He was just there. His body casually leaning against the bar with an air of coolness that didn’t seem forced. He was talking with the bartender. The two of them locked in a conversation like they were old friends and catching up. Maybe they were.

Up close he was even more striking. His hair was perfectly slicked back to make it appear short, but it was anything but. The gel he’d used was beginning to wear off and displayed hair that was beginning to fall into his eyes.

You wanted to run your hands through it. To grip it as you rode his tongue.

It felt like he must have had a sensation of what you were thinking. He ended his conversation and turned to look at you. A spark of laughter lit up the dark brown of his eyes and you swore you were swooning in your chair.

“I see you must really like lemons.”

Your brow furrowed as you wondered what the hell he could be talking about. He must have caught on to your confusion and patted a single digit against the lemon peel still peaking like a smile between your lips. Your eyes shot wide with horror as you not too gracefully spit it out onto the napkin.

“Oh...my...god,” you whispered at the wood of the bar. Praying that the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“Hi!” Your friend shot an arm over you with her hand extended for him to shake. “My name’s Vanessa. This is my lovely friend, Y/N. The lemon sucker.”

Your head jerked in her direction and you hoped she could see how much you wish you could hit her.

The man beside you, however, looked nothing but amused and took Vanessa’s hand. You couldn’t keep your eyes from looking at his fingers; the way it practically covered all of hers.

“Nice to meet you both.”

He released her hand and shocked you by leaving his hand open and waiting for you to take. You glanced up at him and then back down to his hand. You took it without waiting too long, because you didn’t want him to think you were rude, or worse, weirder than he probably already did. The minute your hands folded around the other you swore it was electric.

“My name’s Jaebum. Everyone calls me JB, for short.”

Jaebum. JB. You would call him whatever he wanted. His voice was soft as he spoke and forced you to move closer to hear him. You wondered if that’d been his plan. It was the only thing you could think of as his thumb caressed over the knuckles of your hand before he took it away.

You dropped your hand down to the side of your skirt and fought not to rub it against the fabric. The attraction you felt for JB was something that’d come unexpected and you found yourself inexperienced. It felt overwhelming this need to touch him. To be touched in return. To know how he sounded with your lips wrapped around his cock and those same hands on the back of your head. Bending you over and smacking your ass until it was cherry red.

You were still staring at each other as these devilish thoughts played out in your head. His eyes roamed your face and you wondered what he saw there. If JB could see the dirty scenarios he held the starring role in. His gaze slid over you from the tips of your toes, over the exposed legs from your skirt, your chest, and back up to your face.

There was no denying he’d thought of his own scenario with you in mind. His pupils fully blown with lust when he brought his eyes back up to you. Your pulse thudded wildly as you struggled to remember how to properly breathe.

“Did you girls want to come back over to our table?” The question was meant for both Vanessa and you, but when he asked his gaze never left you. He only looked away to point to his indicated spot. “It’s just me and a couple of my friends. I promise, we aren’t weird or anything.”

A bright smile spread across his lips and if you weren’t swooning earlier, you were definitely doing it now. You were nodding your head yes, unsure if you could trust yourself to talk. Vanessa, unfortunately, didn’t seem to have that issue.

“That would be amazing and so good for her. Her boyfriend just broke up with her. She’s very vulnerable.”

Oh. My. God. Was she winking like an idiot?

You looked back at her and couldn’t keep the horror off of her face. Luckily, JB laughed it off. He reached out to grab the drinks he’d ordered and motioned with his head for you girls to follow. You waited for Vanessa to start forward before you fell into step beside her. Your arm shooting out to wrap itself around hers just so you could use it to pull her in tight.

“What in the hell was that!?”

“I’m trying to help you here. Most men love the idea of a girl on the rebound.”

“Because they think they’re easy, Nessa.”

“Precisely.”

She flicked her finger up like she’d just made a great discovery. The only thing she was about to discover was that you were, in fact, desperate but for a whole other reason.

No part of you could remember your ex looking at JB. And while the idea of any sort of relationship with him, physical or otherwise, made you excited there was still that small voice in your head. The not so fun responsible part of you reminded you that you didn’t know him. He could be a weird pervert or a serial killer. Ninety-nine percent of serial killers were usually attractive.

You let out a sigh not sure how to tell her nicely to butt out.

“Just, help me less. Ok?”

She regarded you for a moment. Her arm peeling itself out of yours before bringing you in quickly for a one-armed hug.

“Alright. Girl Scouts honor I won’t say anything else.”

“Thank you!”

And you meant it. Lord knew she only meant well, but in the end it came off embarrassing. Like the two of you were sixteen and in high school again. With you passing notes to all the boys you liked because you were too damn nervous to say anything to their face. You thought it was romantic. In reality, it just seemed well, kinda awkward.

The two of you stood beside the pool table and you did your best not to fidget with your bag. The weight of six new sets of eyes made you feel like an animal in a zoo.

“Guys, this is Vanessa and Y/N. I invited them over to hang out with us. If that’s cool.”

The friends all seemed to go from caution to excitement at seeing you in two point five seconds. All of them agreeing it was cool, and waving you all over to find a chair to sit in.

You were following Vanessa to seats in between two of his friends, when a soft hand on your arm stopped you. You knew without looking it was JB. Your body reacting instantly to his touch as if it’d been set on fire.

“You can sit next to me. If you’d like.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Your voice was breathy. Like you were telling him a secret the two of you only needed to hear. The chair in question that sat beside his own, was inches from him. So close that when you sat down your knees were next one another.

He regarded you briefly before he turned his attention back to his group. His arm snaking around your chair to rest on its back. You were aware that it was a show of dominance. Of signaling to his friends and anyone else who cared to look that you were his. The thought of it sent a thrill through your body of being claimed. Only wishing he would claim you another way too.

JB’s group of friends were fun and easy to get a long with. One of them in particular, Hyun-Bae, was incredibly funny. He told stories that were entertaining and knew when to use his humor to make everyone laugh. It was enough to make you almost forget the man beside you. Almost.

You weren’t sure when it had happened, but somewhere between everyone talking, JB’s hand that’d rested comfortably on the back of your chair had moved. His fingers brushed along your skin from your shoulder to collarbone. Each stroke deliberate; sexual and not. Like he could read that you found it comforting but also craved his touch.

You ached with the urge to kiss him. To taste the liquor on his tongue. All those times you turned to imagine yourself leaning in and doing just that, you’d met his gaze. The two of you shared a look of knowing and wondered if he’d just been waiting for you to close the last inches of space between you. You were looking at each other now; eyes hungrily glancing at the others lips.

You wanted to be brave. To just close that space and tell him just to take you home. Screw this dance of cat and mouse. You didn’t want to be chased. You wanted to be owned.

Instead, a soft, “Excuse me,” came from you as you rose up from your chair. You couldn’t get your feet to walk fast enough to the bathroom. You were moving so fast you practically took someone out on the way inside. Getting inside the bathroom, you quickly shut the door and turned the lock.

You were instantly greeted by your reflection in the dirty, marker-ridden, mirror. What you could see of yourself was defeated. A huff of frustration left you as you removed your bag from your shoulder and placed it on the hook on the back of the door. Your feet scuffing the ground as you took a somber approach to the sink.

You told Vanessa you could do this. You didn’t need help to tell a hot guy you wanted him to fuck you until your legs were far past jello and more like liquid. And every time you were given the opportunity to do something at all, you backed out.

You rested your hands on the sink and leaned in. Examining your makeup and how very un-messy it was.

“Note to self: just fuckin do it.”

Yup. The greatest of pep talks.

You weren’t ready to leave the sanctity of the bathroom but a knock sounded on the door. Reminding you very quickly that there were actual people who probably needed to use it. You moved to pick up your bag when another knock came.

“Yea, yea I’m coming. Chill.”

When you opened the door, however, JB was just there. His body pushing into the bathroom causing you to step back to give him room. He closed the door without looking back. His body fully facing you as the door clicked closed behind him.

“JB? Sorry I was just using the restroom-”

“Is that what that was? I mostly heard talking; no flushing.”

His lips spread in an amused smile no doubt at your expense. Your eyes were probably as white as the moon. How long had he been waiting out here?

“Sorry. I just got a little impatient waiting for you.”

In one fluid motion, his arm snaked around your back, and brought you to his chest. JB was prepared for you and his other hand was already holding your face giving him the perfect leverage to crash his mouth down on yours. The moment your lips met that electricity you’d felt earlier flared back to life. This time, it flared across your skin and sparked in every spot he touched.

The kiss started out a brush of lips and soon became more. His tongue danced at the edge of your bottom lip and you gladly opened up to him. Your hands plunging to make a mess of his perfectly gelled hair at the same time his tongue slipped inside your mouth.

You were eager to respond. Eager to caress his tongue with yours. His mouth tasted of the bittersweet liquor he’d sipped on for the last hour. Suddenly, the overwhelming urge to taste yourself on his lips made your body ache to be touched in other places. For your fantasies of his mouth on you to begin here. You didn’t care where.

JB seemed to understand what you needed. He broke from the kiss fast and turned you around. His body pressed against your back and his hands at the edge of your skirt. You watched in the mirror as he moved your skirt up to your hips exposing your thong to the room.

He watched you, his lips hovering over your ear before giving it a playful nip, and those same hands were now laced in the strings. JB moved back just enough to squat down so his hands could move them down your legs until he reached your ankles.

“Step out.”

You followed his command without question. Your head tilting back to watch the little bit of cloth he held in his hand get scrunched up even smaller and placed inside the front pocket of his jeans. His eyes looked up to meet yours, and your body froze with anticipation. Whatever he would ask you to do, you knew you would comply.

“Spread your legs.”

The demand in his voice was feverish. His own need on display as his hand caressed up your calf until it was between your thighs. A finger teasingly moved across your opening, causing a soft gasp to exit from your lips. You did as you were instructed and waited until you heard an approving, “Hm,” from his lips.

The room swelled as the anticipation grew. The reflection you’d seen moments ago was washed away and the woman who’d taken her place was eager and ready to offer up her own demands.

JB moved to stand on his feet with his hands traveling along the curve of your legs and up onto your hips. There his fingers dug into the soft flesh as he leaned into your back, his eyes on yours in the mirror, as he spoke into your ear, “Place your hands on the sink.”

“Spank me first.”

A shiver of shock ran through you. You couldn’t believe you’d said it, but after your request had left you, you’d refused to take it back. Your body craved to be reprimanded by his hands and the smirk on his lips told you plainly he was more than happy to oblige.

“Beg for it.”

“Please spank me. Please, JB.”

His hand curled up to wrap around your throat as his index finger danced at the edge of your lips.

“How bad do you want it?”

“I want I-“

The smack reverberated like thunder in the small room. The sting was instant and beautiful. The heat between your legs was aching and your ass jetted against his jeans for any kind of friction. JB stepped back, denying you any form of relief, and landed another smack on your exposed cheek.

This one made your knees wobble as the pleasure rolled through you. Your hands on the sink was the only thing that saved you from showing him what he’d done.

“You love that don’t you?”

JB already knew you did, but he wanted to hear you. He needed to hear you say how much you loved feeling his hand leaving its mark, red and angry, on your skin.

“Yes,” you gasped. “It feels so good.”

He landed another smack and you couldn’t keep yourself quiet anymore. Your moan loud and aching like your pussy. Luckily, his hand was still on your throat and silenced you by placing his fingers in your mouth. You sucked on them immediately and this time you could feel JB rut against your ass. The hardness of his cock pressed against the fabric of his jeans gave away just how turned on he was at your bathroom escapades.

He pulled his fingers free from your mouth and, with the same fingers, slick and wet, placed it between your legs. The two digits moving to slide between your folds. First, scissoring around your clit; caressing the delicate bud until you gave him the moan he worked for.

When the soft sound left you JB slid them deep inside you causing the noise to become louder. A shudder ran through your body as you backed up into him.

His fingers removed themselves suddenly, and you couldn’t keep the disappointment from escaping you. A whine you were sure sounded like you were close to tears. JB gave your ass another smack and all it did was drive the need inside you closer to madness.

His hands planted themselves onto your ass and you felt him kneel down. Those two strategically placed hands lifting up the flesh there leaving your pussy exposed and aching in his view. Your hands were gripping the porcelain of the sink so tight you’d thought it’d crack. Your body trembling in anticipation of what he might do and the need to cover yourself up playing tug-of-war in your head.

The idea of any sort of hiding vanished when his mouth planted itself between your legs. His tongue snaking out to flick across your clit made you back up to greet his mouth. JB quickly took that moment to slide his tongue from clit to ass. The sensation was so foreign and new to you, you weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed, but the pleasure you got quickly washed the thought away.

JB gave you no time to pull yourself together. His face was back between your legs with an eager tongue to lick up every last drop. His tongue swirled around your clit and sent light flicks when you were least expecting it. Each time your legs threatened to crumble, but JB held you there with steady hands.

His tongue explored you thoroughly and put to his memory what made your knees weak. What caused a soft mulling sound of need to claw up from your throat. And what caused your grip on the sink to become almost violent.

Between each languid lick his tongue would find itself taking long strides all the way up and back down to your peak. Your body had now grown accustomed to the new sensation, and you welcomed it greedily as you pushed back against his face.

When JB knew you were so close to your sweet release he focused his tongue more on your swollen bud. Each new caress of his tongue gradually made it harder for your arms to hold you up. For your legs to keep from shaking uncontrollably.

Your orgasm continued to grow; blossoming between your folds with an ache that your body felt. You were so, so close and with a final thrust of his tongue you felt your world spin and that sweet heat between your legs finally sent shockwaves all over your body.

You came moaning so loud anyone else would’ve thought you were screaming. Your head thrown back and riding the sensation of his greedy mouth taking everything you had to offer.

When his lips finally released from you, your body was still coming down from your orgasm. The loud panting that came from you as you leaned against the sink completely spent. You watched in the mirror as he pulled a golden foil packet from his pocket. His eyes sinfully watching you as he ripped it carefully with his teeth. JB’s finger moved quickly to take out the slick rubber from the packet and begin to work it down his shaft.

You’d been so consumed with recovering from his tongue that you hadn’t realized when he’d taken his cock out of his jeans that were now shameless at his ankles. He put a few fingers inside your wetness that caused you to gasp. Your body was still recovering from what had just taken place.

He used your cum to lubricate himself and placed himself at your entrance. Already the tip of him stretching you out with the delicious sting that told you he was thick. You couldn’t wait.

You moved to push back into him to help him inside and he pulled away. His hand smacking down on your ass making you even more eager.

“Patience is a virtue.”

He tried to be funny, but his voice was deep and throaty with his own lust. You were close to pleading with him again like before, but he let it be known quickly he had no intentions to wait.

JB slid inside you and you felt your pussy stretch to accommodate him. The feel of him making your breath catch. His girth much thicker than you’d imagined, and your body shook from the pleasure of feeling yourself stretch around him.

His thrusts started off slow until he knew you’d had enough time. His hands found an anchor on your hips and used them to pull you in to meet his hips. A string of curse words fell from your mouth as your hips rocked back into him.

Each movement felt like he was going deeper. JB’s hands on the cheeks of your ass kept you spread open to him and left no friction to catch his thrusts. Every single one was felt as he buried himself inside you in a rhythmic timing that left you moaning.

You caught your reflection in the mirror, and glanced over to watch him as he worked. The way his hips bucked up only to be brought down. His hands stationed on your hips and bruising the flesh there as his grip got tighter. JB looked up and caught a glimpse of you in the mirror. His eyes locked with yours as he continued that unrelenting pace.

He removed a hand from your ass and used it to wrap back around your neck. When he knew he had a good grip, he used it to pull you close to his chest. The angle of him in this new position somehow made him feel like he was pushing into your gut.

Your mouth opened to make another sound, a moan or a scream you weren’t sure which, when that hand in your throat tilted your mouth towards him. His own came crashing down on your lips with his tongue that tasted of you slipping inside. You eagerly opened your mouth to him, and your tongue quickly moved to get a taste.

JB deepened the kiss as his hips began to thrust harder into you. The movement building up your orgasm with each brutal movement until it threatened to spill over.

“You taste so good with me on your lips.”

Your words fell earnest from your lips. You meant every one of them. You’d never tasted yourself so pretty on anyone else’s lips. JB obliged as he took your lips back. His mouth silenced another moan as his last free hand found its way back to your clit. Your body jumped at the added sensation. Your mouth tore away from his as another moan dripped from your lips.

You were so close. You could fill yourself ready to cum if only he would let you. JB must have been close too, because his thrusts started becoming more violent and sporadic. Hitting in all the right places.

At the same time as his fingers made small circles around your clit, a singular hard thrust of his hips sent his cock deep inside you. Your vision erupted in a sea of white. Your orgasm sent your body rutting back against him.

He rode your orgasm and somehow made it grow in intensity as he continued to move his hips. His own breathing going ragged as you felt him finally release into you.

When you both were able to breathe again, you’d realized you were laying over the sink. JB’s forehead resting on your back as you both struggled to regain your composure.

JB was the first to move. The first to begin the arduous process of cleaning up. Like a voyeur, you watched him as he threw away the spent rubber and tuck himself back inside his jeans. A smirk creased your lips when you noticed he now had noticeable wet spots on his tee shirt.

“You know, I don’t even know anything about you.”

You weren’t sure why you made the comment or why it mattered. You’d just had sex with the man in a damn bar bathroom. But JB didn’t seem to mind. His own smile curling his lips as he salvaged what he could of his hair.

“What would you like to know?”

“Well,” you began as you started to situate your skirt. “What’s your favorite color?”

It was a silly question. By the look on JB’s face, he knew it was, but he humored you anyways.

“It used to be blue, but I think red might be a new favorite.”

“Why is that?”

You were wondering where your panties had gone until you spied a bit of the black cloth hanging from his pocket. JB walked over to you in a few steps and planted a soft kiss down on your lips. One that spoke plainly, this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see each other.

“Because it currently matches the color of your ass.”

JB was out the door and in the bar’s hallway before you’d even got a chance to respond.

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asset35-maya · 3 years

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RED DRESS

Part 2/2 of Nice Things

“Come on, we’re going to be late.”

“Five minutes, sweetheart. Please.”

Gavin rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed with a thump. The day had finally come when the human was more punctual than the android. He sniggered at the thought but refrained from saying it out loud. Nines looked far more serious than he ought to for a Friday night.

“Babe, it’s just the guys. And Tina.”

Nines ignored him in favor of twirling a mascara wand through his lashes.

“We’re literally going to Abick’s. That’s like the oldest, grungiest cop bar you can-”

“It’s not the place or the company, sweetheart.”

Gavin watched Nines finish off with eyeliner. Somehow even androids’ mouths hung open in concentration while doing that.

He stood up from the little pouffe and shook his long hair out with a flourish. Taking that as his cue, Gavin got up and pressed himself up against his lover’s back. He curled his arms around Nines’ trim waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

Their eyes met in the mirror of the wooden dresser that Gavin had built for Nines.

“Whatchu so gorgeous for?”

Nines tried, but couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“Shut up and zip me up.”

It wasn’t like he couldn’t reach behind himself and do it on his own. The RK900 model was supremely dexterous, flexible to the point of double-jointedness.

It was more of an implicit request for the human’s approval of the outfit. Nines didn’t need it, but he asked anyway… just like later that night, Gavin would ask him if it was okay to splurge on a bacon cheeseburger or order an extra shot in his whiskey coke…

They were codependent like that.

Gavin left one hand on the android’s stomach and placed the other on the small of his back, just at the opening of the dress. His thumb grazed the zipper, but he didn’t demonstrate any further intent to pull it up.

“You said we were going to be late.”

Gavin swept the dark curtain of hair aside and pressed his lips to the exposed skin at the nape of Nines’ neck. When he spoke it was a whisper.

“Why’s my babydoll looking like something out of a movie for my dumb little promotion party?”

His hand slipped into the open flap of the dress. It was a simple knee-length a-line. Fairly modest, but something about it set Gavin’s heart racing. Perhaps the colour. A vibrant, lusty, sexy, show-stopping red in sharp contrast to the milky white synthskin.

Nines couldn’t help the gasp that escaped him at the touch. Sighing, he tipped his head back and let Gavin nuzzle his neck.

“Hmm?”

“Now we’re really going to be late, sweetheart. Zip… hhhhh… zip… me up…”

“Come on, doll. I don’t want someone accidentally spilling beer or mustard on this pretty little thing you got on. It’s just gonna be a chill night out with our friends. They demanded a treat for my promotion, and Hank said he’d come too, so I picked a place he’d be more comfortable at, and I realise that’s not exactly your scene, but I’m glad you’re coming with me, but I really gotta say this dress-”

Nines turned around in Gavin’s grasp and silenced him with a kiss.

“It’s not the place or the company,” he repeated, putting his arms around the human’s neck.

“It’s your promotion party. It’s about your achievements, your hard work, YOU. And in case you haven’t noticed, you’re the most important person in my life. My partner in more ways than one. My everything.

Your rise in stature means as much if not more to me than my own accomplishments. I’m not the RK900 with the impeccable solve rate. I’m Sergeant Reed’s better half.

If I had it my way we’d be doing something much grander, but this is how you want to celebrate and that’s fine, but please don’t stop me from dressing for the occasion.”

They looked at each other for a long moment. Steel blue and storm green locked in stalemate.

Then Gavin pulled Nines into a tight embrace. He released him abruptly and spun him around, zipping up the dress in a flash. Avoiding eye contact lest the tears pricking his eyes betray him, Gavin caught the android’s hand in his and marched out of the apartment.

Connor greeted them at the entrance of the bar and waved them over to where the motley crew sat, already well into their first round of drinks.

Hank raised his beer glass in greeting, wearing an orange striped shirt he apparently deemed worthy of festivities. Tina enveloped Gavin in a giant hug. For a good thirty seconds he could see nothing but flannel. Then Miller, Person and countless other officers took turns congratulating him and bringing up past cases or incidents they couldn’t believe hadn’t held Gavin’s career back.

Nines extricated himself with an artful wave of long fingers and settled onto a bar stool beside his older brother Sixty and his husband Allen. Serious, snarky and clad in their usual black leather, these two were more Nines’ speed.

Ignoring Sixty’s irritated grumble, Nines took a sip of his thirium drink to see if he liked the taste and ordered one for himself. He was prepared to spend the rest of the night sitting still and not touching the many sticky, greasy surfaces in the bar. It wasn’t his idea of fun, but he was happy to let Gavin and his friends do their thing.

Gavin, however, didn’t seem to be in the mood. He humoured his friends (many of whom were now his direct reports) and played along with whatever they insisted on doing, but Nines felt his partner’s eyes on him the entire evening.

“You punishing him?”

“Hmm?”

Sixty was squinting at him shrewdly.

“For coming to this shithole to celebrate. That’s why you wore this? Poor bastard can’t keep his eyes off you.”

Nines swatted his brother on the chest.

“I don’t play games like you.”

“Who says I play games?”

Allen shook his head but didn’t look up from his phone.

“I have a fashion sense, Six, not an agenda. I’m not punishing him for anything.”

“Well, you’re certainly distracting him. Reminds me of the time Allen said something stupid while we were getting ready for a shift so I put on lingerie underneath my gear. He nearly fell off a roof that day.”

Allen buried his face in his hands while Nines laughed out loud.

“Shiiit. Your guy looks fucking lovesick. In front of all his staff too. They’re gonna think he’s a total sap. A new authority figure like him has got to show some grit.”

“Six, your husband follows you around like a lost puppy but that hasn’t interfered with his ability to lead your unit. Gavin will be fine.”

Allen didn’t know whether to consider that an insult or a compliment and settled for sipping his drink in silence.

“So what are you gonna do?”

“To?”

“Make the torture worth his while.”

At that exact moment, Gavin gave Nines a look from across the bar that could have only one interpretation. Sixty noticed and barked a laugh.

Nines self-consciously tucked his hair behind his ear and smoothed down his dress. If he were human he’d have blushed bright red.

Back to idly scrolling through his phone, Allen spoke without looking up.

“Let him do whatever he wants.”

Nines’ eyes widened. Sixty nodded wisely.

“His imagination is probably running all over the place right now. All you have to do is let him act on it and you’ll make him the happiest man on earth. It’s his promotion. You should be the prize.”

Allen put down his phone and scooted closer to Sixty, wrapping his arms around the android. They both looked at Nines with identical expressions that were anything but innocent.

“Yeah, Nines. Dress like a present, expect to be unwrapped.”

Raucous cheers erupted as Gavin lost yet another game of beer pong. The new sergeant barely noticed and took the shot glass thrust into hand by a very jubilant Connor. Nines raised his glass in a silent toast and the two downed their drinks together.

The rest of the evening was an exercise in painful self-restraint. Gavin entertained various playful requests and posed for photos and thanked each and every one of his colleagues for their strong support. Hank clapped him on the shoulder proudly, and Tina even teared up at one point, emotionally overcome with happiness for her oldest and closest friend. Nines watched it all quietly from his perch beside Sixty and Allen.

As soon as they slid into an autonomous taxi, Gavin’s lips were on his, smothering him in heated, demanding kisses. Intoxicated and utterly uninhibited, the human put his hands in Nines’ hair… all over his body… and up the pretty red dress. No words were exchanged the entire ride home.

The fact that android skin could not be marked or bruised was the only thing that let them walk through their busy lobby and ride the elevator up with dignity intact.

As soon as the front door slammed shut, Gavin was all over Nines. He touched and groped and claimed and conquered.

The dress zipper was pulled down as quickly as it had been pulled up before they left for the bar. Nines stepped out of the puddle of red fabric as delicately as he could and pulled Gavin’s shirt off too. It was only the high quality gyroscope of the RK900 model that kept them from crashing to the floor before making it to the bed.

Nines allowed himself to be pushed onto the bed and parted his legs for Gavin to easily settle between them. From there, he expected things to go at lightning speed… for Gavin to plough into him and come with a loud roar after a couple minutes, finally sated after a night of frustration.

The exact opposite occurred.

Even after all the tequila shots Connor and Tina made him do, Gavin was somehow still lucid enough to put his lover’s feelings over immediate physical needs.

“Babe, I… am soooo… sorry…”

One hand wound up in his hair and the other gripped his hip.

“Like.. you dressed the phck up… like you looked soooooo damn beautiful, baby… I’m gonna cry.”

For a moment, it honestly looked like that was a possibility until Nines reached up and stroked the human’s stubbled cheek.

“I know Abick’s is kinda crusty but you came anyway… looking like a million bucks but I didn’t spend a second with you… T and Con and the crew… they kinda took over…”

“It’s fine, sweetheart. It was our whole team’s night as much as yours. I’m glad they all had their fun.”

“I didn't. Have any fun.”

“Really? Not even when Chris did that Fowler impersonation?”

“Couldn’t stop… thinking of you… you’re so damn good to me… and I…”

“I was fine. You invited Six and Allen to keep me company and it was fiiiineee.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. Now come on, sarge. Show me who’s boss.”

Nines rolled his hips against Gavin’s and that was all the conversation there was to be had for the night. They were both still getting used to having nice things… but they were doing well.

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whatupitsastarrynite · 3 years

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Undercover

Prompt: Your angel’s girl, but you also work as a mercenary for the cartel. Not solely for Miguel but you work jobs sporadically so you couldn’t be tied to the cartel. After all, it would be terrible for a coveted government agent to be linked to a cartel, except you didn’t work for the American government, Germany was the place to be.

You walked into the club, eyes all on you, the newcomer that no one has laid their eyes upon. You looked to your right and saw the MC, in their full glory, drinking it up and enjoying the women. Your eyes connected with Angel and he smirked, lifting his drink up to you. With no reaction, you looked up and locked eyes with Miguel Galindo, a friend of a friend. You rarely worked for him, but he was always pleasant to work with. Angel was not happy with this plan, but business was business.

Making your way down the stairs, you headed towards the bar where your target was. The man was a new heroin player and apparently showed no fear towards Miguel. He was arrogant, careless and predictable, a young blood as they would say. You took the seat beside him and he immediately turned to you. He owned the bar, for now, but by the end of the night, he would be nothing but a blotch on Miguel’s ever growing legacy.

“You’re new.” He commented.

“Visiting family,” your explanation was short, he didn’t need much from what you gathered. Once he saw a piece of ass, it was hook line and sinker.

“In Santo Padre? I doubt anyone in this shit hole could be related to such a beautiful specimen as you.”

His words wanted to make you cringe, but you kept your cool, smiling coyly. “Is that your way of getting into my pants?”

“Is it working?”

You looked at the bartender and ordered a drink, turning back to him, you ran a hand down his exposed chest, the gold chains rested on his chest. “Maybe, I’m hard to impress.”

“I’m sure I can make something happen.”

Angel watched you put your hands on this man, the grip around his glass tightened. He hated this. He knew you did plenty of undercover shit, but not in front of him. He was against this plan, but how could he outvote Miguel Galindo? If anything, why did you work for the cartel when you technically worked for the government? Even though it’s the German government.

“Keep it cool ‘Mano.” Coco warned. “It’s just business.”

“Easy for you to say, it’s not your girl doing this shit.”

“My girl don’t work for Galindo, so I guess that’s a plus.” Coco joked but he knew Angel was not in a joking mood.

You smiled at the new player over the top of your drink. His eyes suggestively looked over your barely covered body.

Rompers were your favorite and tonight you had decided to wear a skin tight black romper with a deep V that showed plenty of chest as well as plenty of leg. You paired it with your black, wraparound chunky heels and some gold jewelry.

“Never caught you name..” The man said

You huffed and took a drink of your whiskey.

“I didn't catch yours” you replied

He eyed you for a moment before he ordered a round of tequila shots and then turned his entire body to face you. His knee brushed against yours and you had to stop yourself from flinching away from him.

“Alec..” He said simply

The bartender placed two shots in front of each of you and you arched your eyebrow before downing your whiskey. A small drop stayed on your lips and you licked it off suggestively while giving Alec intense eye contact.

“Veronica.” You replied as you wrapped your perfectly manicured nails around the first shot glass.

There was no way in hell you were giving out your real name, and you changed aliases every time you went undercover and this time was no different.

“Veronica…I like it” Alec said

“Mm, cheers.” You said as you raised your glass and quickly downed it. You sat the empty glass down next to your whiskey one and turned to look back at Alec who was now licking his lips.

He outstretched his hand and placed it on top of your left thigh in a possessive manner. His fingers were spread wide and he leaned in closer to you as he asked about your interests.

From the corner of the bar, Angel let out a small groan. His hands were clenched around the bottle so hard that he felt like he was going to break it. His legs were bouncing up and down impatiently and he was biting down hard making the muscle in his jaw jump.

“You good?” Ez asked from behind him

“Fuck no! He’s got his disgusting hands all over Y/N….i should go over there and cut them off his fucking body.” Angel snapped

“Calmate Angel. She is doing her job.” Galindo said as he lowered his elbows down on the table in an inconspicuous way. To a stranger it would look like Miguel was simply watching the sports game on the TV.

“What if it was Emily?” Angel whispered harshly.

Miguel arched an eyebrow at Angel but didn't give him any eye contact.

“One of the many reasons I don't mix business and pleasure.” Miguel whispered back.

Angel rolled his eyes and looked back over to you.

You were laughing loudly, your head thrown back and your hair falling around your face. You looked so beautiful and all Angel wanted to do was rush over there, take you into the alleyway and fuck you against the cobblestone wall.

Unfortunately, business was getting in the way.

But this business needed to get his fucking hands off your body because Angel was slowly but surely losing all his patience– and he wasnt even a patient man to begin with.

You saw the two Reyes brothers and Miguel at the end of the bar. You could see the anger just radiating off of Angel. You scratched your chest, signaling for Angel to calm down, something you two established since you two couldn’t exactly communicate. While you looked away, Alec slipped a drug in your drink. Angel almost fucking lost it, but you saw his actions through the mirror of the bar. While he was looking away, you switched your drinks. He had waved off his man, seeing himself as untouchable due to the fact he owned the Damn club.

But that’s why young bloods died off easily.

Invisibility was earned, not given.

You smiled, eating the olives off of the stick, licking the olive for good measure. He groaned and when you looked up at Angel, you saw him looking up at the ceiling, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. That action alone made you clench your thighs together. You couldn’t wait till Angel was in between your fucking legs later, holding you down and getting orgasm after orgasm out of you.

“You’re fucking stunning.” He pulled you closer, his lips almost touched yours, but you moved away, kissing his cheek.

“Gonna take more than that for you to get me.” You pulled away, taking another sip of your drink, which he was ecstatic about. Soon enough you wouldn’t be able to fight him off. He downed his drink and smiled.

“How long will you be in town?”

“Long enough.” You shrugged. “It’s kind of getting hot in here,” you fanned yourself.

“You wanna get out of here?” Alec didn’t beat around the bush, and you appreciated that.

“Sure.” You picked up your clutch where your gun was situated.

Alec put a hundred dollar bill on the bar top, obviously trying to impress you. You merely smiled and looked at Angel who looked at you as if you were prey. Your clothes barely covered anything and lived little to the imagination. But you were playing a game, it was your uniform. You could feel Angel’s eyes on you as he led you to the alleyway.

As soon as you two were out of sight, Angel tried to make his way over to the door, but EZ stopped him.

“Give it a few minutes.” Ez advised.

Angel pushed his brother off frustrated this was going on. And it further irritated him how fucking horny he was right now.

When you got outside, Alec slammed you against the wall, his lips already on you. You wanted to vomit, you hated how he tasted. You felt his hand slide up your thigh, but you turned you both around.

“I’m more of a giver.” You unbuckle his belt and as you did, you got your gun out of your clutch. “A gift from Mr. Galindo.” You stepped back and shot him point blank on the head, his blood splattering on your skin, your clothes. It was unnerving how much killing another person didn’t bother you as much, but it came with years of killing.

The door of the club opened and you locked eyes with your fiancé, Angel Reyes.

Everything slowed as Angel stared at you. The breath left his lungs and got caught in his throat as he took in the specks of blood that were splattered across both your skin and clothing.

He knew that he should run over to you and make sure you were okay but his feet were firmly rooted on the sidewalk. It was simple, he was in awe of you- you stood there strong, independent and sexy as hell. You didn't need his help, hell, he didn't even hear you shoot thr guy.

Any normal human would turn his nose up at the red droplets scattered on you, but that only served to turn Angel on more. His dick was achingly hard, and despite his jeans being a thick material, his arousal was easy to spot.

"Told you everything was going to be okay." Miguel said as he strolled behind Angel confidently.

"Nestor, take care of this and Y/N- pleasure doing business with you. Per your request, your payment has been left in your car trunk. As stated...no ties to me." Miguel continued

You nodded and slowly put your gun back into your clutch. You made your way over to the men, not bothering to pay attention to anyone except Angel.

"Pleasure was all mine Mr. Galindo. I'm available any time you need more....assistance." You replied as your eyes flicked over to the Cartel leader.

He smirked at you and nodded softly before he made his way over to the Mayans President.

"We're leaving." Angel said shortly.

You smiled up at him, you weren't an idiot. You could see how turned on he was from a mile away, he had never been able to hide that part of him from you.

"I rode in the van today, so we can just take your car." Angel continued.

He stretched out his hand and you quickly interlocked your fingers with his. His warm hand grounded you and reminded you that even though you felt nothing when you killed another person, you did in fact feel something every time you were with Angel. He made you feel like a human, not a robotic killing machine that you often thought of yourself as.

"I'll drive." You stated as the pair of you broke apart and made your way to your sides of the car. Angel didn't argue, he wouldn't even try, he learned over the years that you liked to control everything. No- you had to control everything, otherwise your mind would spin out of control and your emotions would spiral in a way that was dangerous for everyone.

Rather than finding you a freak- angel found you endearing. He helped you regulate your thoughts and emotions, he broke down every wall you had- and he was the only person you ever gave up control to.

The ride home was tense due to the air in the car being charged with sexual energy. You wanted Angel just as bad as he wanted you and try as you might to reel your body back in, you couldn't stop your arousal from soaking through your panties and making the insides of your thighs slick.

When you arrived at the house, Angel was on you quicker than any other time before. You had barely stepped out of the car when he shoved you against the drivers side door. He shoved his thigh in between your legs and rutted against your body. Your head fell back and he took advantage of that and began to lick and nip at your neck.

"Fuck dulce you have no idea how turned on I am right now. The whole time that bitch had his hands on you all I could think about was cutting them off and feeding them to him as he watched me fuck you against the bar." Angel growled against your neck.

You let out a small groan and let your fingers intertwine with Angel's thick hair. You ground your hips down on him and he licked up your neck while his hands cupped your ass deliciously.

"Angel... I need a shower." You stated

Angel kissed your neck twice more before he moved to your lips. You knew him well enough to know he was ignoring you and you rolled your eyes at him.

Your hand found the middle of his chest and you pushed him back some. At the same time, your other hand grabbed his chin and made him look at you.

"Let me shower and then you can have your way with me...however you want. Okay baby?"

Angel let his head fall back and he groaned before he lifted his head back up and sighed. He ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips before he nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it...just hurry up. You've tested my patience enough tonight."

You quickly showered, scrubbing the man’s scent, his residual touch on your skin. Killing people has come easier, but it doesn’t mean it didn’t chip a part of your soul. Whenever you were outside of Santo Padre, you had to become a ruthless killer with no qualms. Control was everything to you because if you didn’t have it, it made you antsy. You can’t control the outcome without having all variables. So you were a lone wolf, working alone was much easier than having teammates, too many pawns, too many bodies, too much accountability.

You got out of the shower, wrapping yourself with a towel. When you walked out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom with Angel, he was already naked, his cock raring to go. He looked at you, light brown eyes dark as could be, waiting for you to come and join him. Dropping your towel by the doorway of the bathroom, you placed a knee on the bed you two shared, eyes locked on Angel. You met him six years ago and you two haven’t parted since then. Angel was a bit of a pest and he didn’t leave you alone, it was endearing and he made you feel again. The shy girl you left behind, the quiet woman that everyone walked over, she came back whenever you were with Angel.

You felt human again.

“So how are we doing this daddy?” The one time you gave up control was to Angel and that took years. Whenever you two were together, you gave part of the control to Angel, but in the bedroom, you trusted him fully and gave all the control to him. You loved him, he was the best part of you, your partner in crime and for him, you would give whatever he wanted.

“Come sit on my face.”

You asked no questions and followed command. You placed each knee on each side of Angel’s head, your hands on the headboard. Looking down at Angel, you groaned when you saw his sinful tongue dart out of his mouth and made contact with your heated core. A moan escaped your lips as Angel lapped up your sex, moving your hips to move along with his tongue. Fuck, Angel was sinful, nothing like his namesake.

But if he was any Angel, he would be the fallen one, Lucifer.

You threw your head back, Angel knew your body too well and he could make you cum without so much of a try. As you came, he held you down, his tongue continued to lap at you, catching every juice that fell from your hole.

“Angel, fuck, that feels so good.”

He smacked your ass. “That’s not my name princesa.”

“Daddy, that feels so good.” You wanted to push him away, but you knew Angel wouldn’t like that. You didn’t want to test him today, you knew that seeing you in action was going to infuriate him. This was the first time he saw you undercover and you hoped it would be the last. Fucking with men without your fiancé looking at you was easy, when he was six feet away, all you wanted to do was be in Angel’s arms.

Vulnerability was not your strong suit, but it occurred when you were with Angel. You were carefree, which in hindsight was dangerous, but you knew he would protect you.

Before you could even react, Angel had you on your back, your legs together and pushed towards your chest. You were like bent into a ‘C’ of some sorts, Angel’s mouth was still latched onto your clit.

“Jesus Christ, daddy, fuck, I’m cumming again.” And just like that, Angel got another orgasm from you.

He moved away, watching as your legs shook. He bit your skin, smacking your ass once again.

“This is never happening again,” he told you. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, always.”

"Fuckin right." Angel growled out

Your body was despite aching to be filled by him and you stared up at Angel through your lashes in an attempt to get him to push his dick into you.

Angel smirked down at you and arched a perfect eyebrow before he bent down and kissed your lips. He sucked your tongue into his mouth and used his own tongue to lick at your bottom lip.

He pulled away quickly and nipped at your chin before his fingers reached between your thighs. He began to stroke your folds while his thumb circled on your sensitive clit. You moaned loudly as he used his free hand to push your legs open more.

"You're so wet for me..." Angel whispered as he hovered over you.

Your back arched into his touch and you were on the edge of begging for him to put something- anything, inside you. You needed it like plants needed the sun. As he adjusted his body, his dick slid across your skin on your thigh and a trail of precum followed it.

Your eyes flicked to the wet spot on your leg and then you looked back up at Angel. His gaze had darkened impossibly more to the point where he looked almost feral.

Slowly you moved your fingers to your thigh and you scooped up the tiny amount of cum onto your index finger. He kept his eyes trained on you as you seductively brought your hand to your mouth and began to lick your finger clean.

Angel's unique taste exploded on your tongue and it only made your body crave him more. His fingers were still teasing at your entrance and you whimpered out a small plea.

"Please daddy...."

"Please what?"

You arched your body again, and rolled your head to the side as.you ground your hips down onto Angel's hand.

"Use your words baby..." Angel whispered

You looked up at him as your lips parted. A breathy moan escaped your mouth as Angel pressed down on your sensitive bud.

"Shiiiiiiit, I need you Angel, please, fuck me please daddy." You cried out

That was all it took, Angel withdrew his fingers and quickly replaced them with his dick. He hovered above your body on his forearms and right before he shoved his mushroom tip into your awaiting entrance, he kissed your lips gently.

Your nails dug into his shoulder blades as he pushed his member into your wet hole- in one stroke he bottomed out and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head.

His eyes fluttered shut and he inhaled deeply as he adjusted himself to being inside you.

"Damn...you feel so amazing....you always feel so amazing."

You moaned in agreement, your eyes were closed, just letting yourself feel Angel surrounded your senses. Your sense of smell, touch, hearing, and taste were all clouded by Angel. You didn’t need to see Angel for him to cloud your sight. He was sliding in and out of you, he was groaning, praising how well you were taking him.

Angel watched as your eyes had fluttered close, he knew how you were. You loved closing your eyes as he pounded into you, letting all your other senses heightened as he overtook your body. He looked at your body, the scars of previous assignments screamed at him. Even though it was your job, he wasn’t exactly happy about it. One time, you came home to him barely standing, but you managed to smile and still comfort him. He loved you, he loved you so much that it was overwhelming. His jealousy wasn’t out of insecurity, he just didn’t like any man being near you who wanted you. He saw the tattoo he designs on your left rib, just below your breast.

“We should add to this,” he traced the tattoo, which was his name.

“Okay,” you bit down on your lip. “Fuck Angel, go faster.”

Angel chuckled, smacking your clit making you whine. “What’s my name?”

“Daddy.” You gave in, not wanting to prolong anything. You just wanted to cum, to feel Angel cost your walls.

“I love you mi corazon,” he bent over and took your lips with his.

“I love you daddy.”

Angel moved faster, sliding in and out of you as he watched you open your eyes. Angel had intense eye contact and so did you. You never looked away from Angel when he was giving you immense pleasure and it was no different now. He spread your legs, slowing his speed and watched himself slide in and out of you. He watched his dick creamed with your juices, and it brought it immense pleasure to know he did this for you, that he could pleasure you in this way. He placed one of his cold rings against your clit and it made you clench him harder. He repeated the motion and you cried out his name, your back arching. His rings always felt so fucking good, it should be against the law just how much pleasure his rings brought to you.

You gripped the sheets, begging Angel to let you cum. And just as you were about to cum, Angel pulled out.

You let out a broken sounded moan as your body tried to chase the pleasure Angel was taking away from you. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, it was shaking and so overstimulated that you couldn't even think.

Angel observed you from above. He took in every sight, listened to every sound you made and at the sound of his name leaving your lips some more precum leaked out of his tip.

He was so fucking close to climaxing- his dick was uncomfortably hard now.

"Angel pleaseeeeeee!" You screamed out

"Who?" Angel demanded as his hand shot out and encircled your neck. He put just the right amount of pressure on your esophagus so that you could breath but it was harder to do so than normal.

"Daddy!" You replied with a short breath.

Angel groaned, he couldn't hold himself off any longer. His fingers tightened around your neck and in one swift motion he buried himself all the way to his hilt into your wet pussy.

All it took was one perfectly positioned thrust, and you were instantly seeing stars. Your entire body locked up and it felt like a cosmic explosion was going off in your soul. You could barely register the fact that you were screaming Angel's name so loud that your throat was going raw.

Angel was quickly starting to lose control of his body. His thrusting was hard, fast and precise. His stomach was clenching and as soon as your nails dug into his shoulder blade he broke. His hot seed exploded from his dick and painted your walls in thick coats of white.

He moaned out your name and continued to thrust into you slowly as he rode out his orgasm.

After what seemed like years, both of you finally came down from your high. Angel gently pulled out of you, causing his cum to leak down your inner thighs. He let out a sigh and collapsed next to you on the bed.

You were both breathing heavy and your bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat. You felt like you had just run a 5k, only this 5k left you sated and high on pleasure instead of uncomfortably sore and tired.

"Maybe I should work in front of you more....if you're going to fuck me like that every time." You breathed out

Angel chuckled and turned his head to look at you. You returned his warm gaze and reached up to stroke his face.

"I love you..." he whispered

"And I love you Angel." You replied

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iadoreyouharry · 4 years

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The Fight

Request: Could you write one where you and Harry fight and you go out with your friends from college and come back late and he gets worried, but you're still mad at him and going to sleep in the guest room? (very dramatic) (could you write with 20 year old Harry?) by Anonymous

summary: In where Harry is busy with One Direction and barely spends time with you, but you had enough of it.

pairings: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: Angst, lil bit of fluff and getting drunk.

word count: 1,5k

a/n: Omg my first request ever!!! I liked writing it so much!!! So thankyou to whoever sent it!! My requests are still open for anyone who’s interested!

“You’re barely spending time with me, and if you are you’re busy on that god damn phone!” you shout to Harry who was seated in the lounge chair in your apartment. You two were young but thought it was the right decision to share an apartment. In this moment you wished you never did.

“It’s my work Y/N!” Harry explains. “I’m sorry you don’t like it, but you know that’s included with me.” He stays calm in contrast to you. You were screaming. You were done. He was full days away from home, working in the studio with the boys and when he was home he was calling with the boys about the album. Of course, you supported him and the band as much as you could. You tried to come to every concert nearby and you often came by in the studio to bring them coffee and snacks.

But the thing is, he did nothing in return. You felt like you were just furniture, just a houseplant he would give some attention once a week and then ignore. “I know it’s your work!” you yell. “But you have a life next to your work!” You angrily stand up from the couch. “What if we would have kids later, are you going to treat them the way you are treating me right now?”

Harry is silent. He knew he was wrong and that he treated you like shit the last weeks. It was just all so hectic with the album coming out soon, and he might have gotten dragged away for a bit. But Harry was stubborn and found it hard to admit his fault, so he let you rant on about it.

“Don’t you have anything to say Styles?” Harry kept silent so you walked away and grabbed your bag.

“Where are you going?” He asked, afraid to lose you because it seemed like you were leaving.

“I’m going out, with friends, who do pay attention to me.” With that you walk out of the door and shut it with a loud bang. Harry was scared because you never walked away from a fight with him. The two of you always talked it out and most of the time it ended in the bedroom. But Harry knew he fucked up big time right now.

“Fuck.” he whispered to himself and put his hands in his hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he repeated. He was frustrated at his self, why didn’t he just say: “Sorry I know it’s my fault, I’ll change.” But he couldn’t in the heat of the moment. He plopped down on the couch and a tear fell down his face. He didn’t know how long you would be gone, and where you would be.

In the mean time when Harry was regretting all his life choices, you and your friends from college were getting wasted. Really wasted. You just arrived at the bar and already downed three shots. “I want to get drunk!” you yelled at your friends while holding your glass high up in the air. You clinked your glass with your friends and moved to the dancefloor where you were dancing all your hatred towards Harry out of your body.

“What got you like this?” Y/F/N asked you after you shot your fifth tequila and you were starting on your glass with Smirnoff ice and coke.

“I got in a fight with Harry, I’m done with that guy.” You took a sip and you enjoyed the taste of the mixed drink.

“What? What did he do? What did you do? I love you two together, you aren’t breaking up right?”

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know.” you take another sip. “He only cares about his work.”

“Duh, he’s in a boyband that’s world-famous, of course he’s busy.”

“I know that, but it’s like he doesn’t even care about me.” Then you down the rest of your drink and go to the bathroom leaving your friends at the bar and dancefloor. You did your thing and cleaned yourself up. You were trying to act strong in front of your friends, and even in front of Harry back at home. But when you splashed some water in your face the realisation hit you. You love Harry, and you can’t imagine a life without him. But you also can’t imagine a life where Harry cares more about his work than about his own girlfriend.

You were only nineteen, and he was twenty. You were still in college and he was touring the world with One Direction. You two were so different, and maybe he needed to date someone from his own famous world.

You dried your face and went back to the dancefloor, acting as if that little breakdown in the bathroom never happened. You took one shot after another and you were way too wasted at the end of the night. It was currently 3am and your friends called a taxi for you, because you and your drunk head weren’t really able to.

In the meantime, Harry couldn’t shut his eyes. He was way too worried about you. He tried to call and text you but you turned your phone off. He cried the most of the night and wouldn’t fall asleep until he knew you would be safe. He hated this, and he never wanted this to happen again. Never. When Harry heard keys getting into the lock of the door he rushed up to open it for you. When he saw you, he wanted to hug you but you pushed him off you and walked through the hall into the living room.

“Where have you been?” Harry squeals out. “I’ve been worried the whole night.”

“Where have you been the last weeks?” You drunkenly laugh. “I’m going to sleep.” You walked floundering to the guest room and shut the door. You undressed yourself into your undies and looked into the mirror. “This beautiful snack doesn’t need a man.” You made a pirouette and almost stumbled over your own feet. “I’m independent!” a laugh appeared on your face but that was soon replaced with loud sobs.

Harry in the other room heard you sobbing and burst through the door. “Darling, don’t cry.” He immediately sat next to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Why would you care, Harry?” You pushed his arms off. “You didn’t care about me these last weeks, why would you care now?” Even though you pushed Harry’s arm off of you he put them back around you as fast as he could.

“Because I love you Y/N.” He put his head on your shoulders and you heard him sniffling in the crook of your neck. “I didn’t know you felt like this.” He held you tighter. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I was so worried.”

“I miss you.” you say softly. “I hate that you’re busy 24/7. I don’t know if I can be in a relationship like this, Harry.” you looked down at your hands. “I know nothing about the famous life you’re living in. Maybe it’s better we break up and you can find someone in your famous little world.”

“Are you mental?” Harry says shocked by your words. “I’ll never leave you. Believe me when I say I’ll leave the band for you. I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

“No, don’t leave the band for me. You love it, and you love the boys.”

“Yes, true. But I also love you.”

“How do you know that, you’re just twenty.” You both were quiet. the only thing that you could hear were sniffles from both you and Harry.

“For god’s sake Y/N.” he says after a little while. “I just love you, don’t you feel it? That little tingling feeling when we’re together? The empty space in your heart when we’re not together?” He grabs both of your hands and kisses one of them. “Please don’t ever say how I would know that shit. I don’t know it, I feel it.”

“Harry...”

“Don’t you feel it?” He asks. His face became worried. His eyes still glazy and the grip on your hands got tighter.

“No, I mean, yes. I feel it. Of course, I feel it. I want you close all the time and you weren’t.”

“I’m so sorry, love.” He places kisses all over your face. “I promise.” more kisses. “That I’m going to talk with the boys and the management that I want to be home more.” He looks you in the eyes with a serious look. “I promise I won’t leave you, never. And one day we are going to get married, have kids, dogs, I don’t care what we’re going to get. The most important part is that I want it all to be with you.”

“I love you Harry.” you say softly while wiping the tears from your face.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years

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Halloween Costumes Headcannons **Thirsty**

Mitch - Cop His shock is visible from across the room. He's leaning against the wall as if his sole job was to hold it up and when he sees you walk into the party his posture straightens almost immediately. You smirk to yourself as you greet people you know making your way around the party towards the open bar. You pour yourself a drink in a red solo cup and move to turn around and see if he'd left his spot. But before you could move you felt a body pressed up against your back and smelt Mitch's subtle cologne. "So how much jail time would I get for assaulting a police officer, officer?" He husks out into your ear making you shiver against him. You grinned at his approval of your halloween costume that you had agonized over which one to get, finally choosing on the tight revealing police officer costume. "Minimum 5 years but if you're good we'll let you out early." You purr to him and feel his erection twitch against your ass. "It'd so be worth it. The things I wanna do to you baby girl." He growled out into your ear before nipping at your lobe. "Show me Rapp." You gasp out as you lean back into him resting your head back on his shoulder. "But you just got here." He says softly. "Don't care lets go." You say quickly before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the party and towards your apartment.

Marcus - Witch He tries his damned hardest to keep his gaze above your shoulders. But fuck is it hard. A witch's costume should not be that revealing. His eyes dart around the office and he can see that most of the other ladies in the office had opted for costumes similar to yours. Sarah was dressed as nurse with too short white dress, Diane was dressed as firefighter with a bright red crop top and suspenders attached to cut off jean shorts, and Leigh was dressed as a zombie with ripped and torn clothing that left nothing to the imagination. But while the other ladies all wore revealing clothing it was only your costume that had seemed to entrance Marcus. Your low cut dress revealed far more skin of your chest than Marcus had ever seen on you and he had seen you go undercover as a prostitute back in your earlier force days. And the hem of the dress was pulled up high to the middle of your thighs before it fell longer in the back revealing more of your shapely legs. Who knew he would find calf muscles attractive. Just then he felt a presence next to him and he turned to face your beaming smile. "Isnt this great?! Everyone's able to let loose for once." You said happily as you stood close to him. Marcus stifled his groan when his eyes fell to the tops of breasts that were on display and framed by pretty purple fabric. You cleared your throat and Marcus' eyes darted to yours to only see the satisfied smirk and dancing eyes of yours. "Like something you see Pike?" You purred softly to him and Marcus gulped watching as you stepped impossibly closer. "I-I don't what you're talking about." He answered quickly. "Shame, I guess I'll have to find another victim to put under my spell." You teased before looking around the room as if searching for a victim. Marcus gripped your elbow firmly in his hand making you look up at him shocked. "Don't you dare." He hissed out and you smirked up at him. "I've put a spell on you." You sung softly to him and you began to slowly and unnoticeably lead him out the room.

Francisco - Dia De Los Muertos “Mi Vida (my life), you look so fucking hot.” he grunted out softly as his hands gripped and bunched up the long black lace skirt of your dress. The material slid slowly up your legs and over your hips to bunch at your waist making you shiver. “Fuck you look so hot.” You gasp loudly as you feel his fingers swipe across your covered core and your body just melts underneath his attention. “You can thank Santiago later, he’s the one who said you’d appreciate this costume more than the other ones I had picked out.” you gasped out as your hands that were painted like bones came up to grip his shoulders. “Fuck that little shit. He knew it’d get me worked up at the party that I would have to do something.” Frankie grunted out as buried his face against the side of your neck trying to be mindful of the paint on your neck. “Mi vida I need to taste you while you’re in this costume. Por favor.” he pleads with you softly as he sinks to his knees in front of you. You gasp softly at the sight of him on his knees for you as your fingers card through his hair, your nails scrape along his scalp and he moans loudly as he buries his face against your cover core. Slipping a hand up the outer side of your leg he moves it to hook over his shoulder and your back leans back to press against the wall. “Fuck Frankie, please don’t tease.” you cry softly to him as your head falls back to thud against the wall. His fingers pull your panties to the side and his tongue flicks out against your folds making you groan loudly. “You’ve got to be quiet mi Vida.” he instructs you. You nod your head quickly and gasp as he once again buries his face in your core. Mewling softly your fingers resume their track through his hair as he works his mouth and tongue against you. Not long after you find yourself gasping for air and clutching at your skirt to keep it away from his face as you tumble over the edge of bliss. Frankie helps you come down from your high slowly and when he stands up he cups your face in his hands and presses a heated kiss to your lips before licking into your mouth. When the two of you go back out to the party Santiago calls out. “Oi! Couldn’t keep your hands off her could ya?” You frown over at him before looking at Frankie and chuckling softly. “What is it mi vida?” he asks and you lean up brushing your thumb against his lips. “You got some black lipstick on you.” you answer with a soft smirk.

Stiles - Inmate “You gonna cuff me officer? I’ve been a bad girl lately.” you husked into Stiles’ ear and felt him stiffen next to you as you leaned into him. He jerked around to look at you as well did Scott who had heard your words. The two of them stared at you in silent shock as they spotted the short tight orange jumpsuit you wore as your costume. Scott’s smirk was devious as he looked at first you and then turned to his best friend. Stiles just stood there with his mouth hanging open as he stared at you. Reaching forward you pressed your index finger to the underside of Stiles’ chin and closed it for him. Smirking sultrily at him you crossed your wrists in front of you and held them out to him. “Well officer?” you questioned. “Fuck me.” Stiles gasped out and his eyes widened before darting up to your face where he saw the wicked grin forming on your face. “That’s the plan Stilinski.” you teased around that wicked grin of yours. Stiles suddenly growled and grabbed the back of your head dragging you forward until his lips slanted across yours. You mewled against his mouth and pressed forward into him gripping onto his biceps for stability. Stiles backed you up against the wall and when you thought your head would connect with the wall his hand was there protecting you. “I’ll uh, I’ll just be over there Stiles.” Scott said quickly as he watched his best friend devouring you up against the wall. When Stiles pulled away he rested his forehead against yours. “I thought you were going to dress up as a cop like me?” he asked softly. You shrugged your shoulders and grinned up at him. “Lydia found this costume for me. Said it’d get a better reaction out of you.” you answered him just as breathless. “Fucking Lydia.” he grunted out as his hands came to grip tightly onto your hips and tugged you forward into him before he pressed you back into the wall. “No fucking Lydia. Fuck me.” you moaned out to him softly and he growled lowly in response. “Remind me to thank her for this.” he said and his finger came up and pulled at the collar of your costume.

Tequila - Cow (he’s bull) You grinned as you looked at yourself in the mirror. This was your last ditch effort to get Tequila to take you seriously when you flirt with him. If this didn’t work you were giving up on the clueless rodeo clown. Leaning forward you shifted the headband with your cow ears so that they sat correctly on your head. Champ had wanted to do a group halloween costume and had suggested Old McDonald’s Farm as the theme. He would of course be old McDonald and the rest of the field agents and Ginger would dress up as various animals and farm hands. You had thought Tequila would’ve chosen a farm hand like Whiskey had but when you had heard him going on and on about being a bull for his costume you had laughed because it was so fitting given his previous career. So you had conspired with Ginger to find you a costume that compliment his and imply you were a couple. Your main goal to clue Tequila in since he hadn’t picked up on any of the hints you had been giving him. When you walked into the bar that Champ had rented out for the Halloween party you grinned as you spotted Ginger dressed up at a horse before your eyes landed on Tequila standing next to her dressed up like a bull. He had done a really good job with finding black clothing but also the horns, and the large noticeable fake nose ring made you grin. Sidling up to him you watched as he turned and silently eyed your costume. You were dressed in a white shirt that you had painted with black large spots, as well as a short white tennis skirt that you had painted with black spots and black kitten heels. You had even fashioned a short white tail to the back of the skirt. “Well don’t you look moo-varlous!” Tequila said with a wide grin. Turning to him you smiled and flicked the fake nose ring and he jerked back slightly. “You’re just bull-tiful.” you teased back and watched as his eyes lit up in delight. He leaned closer to you and you felt your breath catch in your throat. “I know what this is.” he said softly to you and you tilted your head in curiosity. “What is it?” you asked hoping he would finally understand. “You’re trying to steal my title of best costume.” he said as he turned back to the bartender ordering another beer. You hung your head and knew you would have to be more direct with the clueless man. Reaching up you grabbing his chin between your thumb and index finger dragging it to face you. “No, I want to take the bull by the horns and show him how much I wanna be mounted.” you husked out to him before pressing your lips to his. Tequila didn’t move for a good few seconds and you began to feel unsure and as you pulled away he lunged at you nearly toppling the two of you to the ground. “You mean it?” he asked softly when he pulled away. “Of course I do idiot.” you scoffed at him and he pressed his lips to yours again. “Then let’s get outta here.” he begged you. “What about your title?” you teased him and he shook his head. “Don’t matter anymore.” he rushed out and began leading you out of the bar quickly.

Whiskey - Nurse “Well heeelllloooo nurse.” came the soft drawl of the field agent who had been tailing you ever since he almost barrelled into you in the hallway three weeks ago. You rolled your eyes and turned to face him on your bar stool. The little straw in your drink was clasped between your teeth and you silently surveyed him. He wasn’t dressed up in a costume for the halloween party that Statesman was throwing. “Did you wait all night to come here and say that?” you asked incredulously. His grin faltered a little bit and you smirked knowing you had tripped him up yet again. Running over the back of his neck he grimaced softly. “I might have.” he responded sheepishly and you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him. Smiling up at him you watched as his eyes focus on your fingers playing with the fake stethoscope hung around your neck. You watched as his eyes slowly trailed down to the deep v neck of your costume and he gulped silently. “Need me to take your temperature agent?” you asked sultrily and his eyes darted back up to yours. “Or do you have an ailment that needs attending?” you asked with a wicked grin spreading over your lips. “Hmmm, there’s something on me that needs attending honey.” he husked out as he stepped closer to you. Your hand fell from your neck and landed at his hip, your fingers curled into his belt loops and tugged him closer to you with a jerk of your hand. “I can take you back to my place and do a full check.” you suggested sultrily to him and he smirked down at you. “I’d like that very much nurse. Can never be too cautious with your health.” he rasped at you and you shifted upwards pressing your lips to his. You hummed when you tasted the whiskey on his lips before he pressed in closer to you and caged you up against the bar. “Let’s get outta here agent.” you gasped out to him once you pulled away for air.

Isaac - Little Red Riding Hood “Well if it isn’t little Red Riding Hood. What are you doing out and about? Don’t you know the big bad wolf is on the prowl tonight?” Isaac asked with a wicked smirk on his face as he leaned in close to you. You scoffed at him and rolled your eyes as you took a sip of your drink. “You know I’m not dressed like this for your benefit right? It’s only because Scott wanted to do a stupid group costume.” you bit out to the werewolf. You had to admit he looked hot in his fake werewolf costume and it didn’t help that you had always found yourself attracted to him even before the bite. But now that he had been bitten and his new cocky attitude had emerged it had been easy to curb your feelings, slightly. “Oh c’mon red we both know that you dressed up just for me since I’m your rival.” he said into your ear and you tried your hardest to stop the shiver running down your spine. “You mean villain?” you scoffed at him and he grinned at you again. “Now how could I be the villain when I’ll want to do is eat you up?” he asked in a low tone and your eyes darted over to his and saw the heated look of desire in them. “Scarf boy! Lay off Little Red!” came Stiles’ shout from across the room and you felt as if you could kiss the lanky young man for saving you from Isaac. Isaac growled lowly and you watched him shoot a glare at Stiles. “Maybe some other time wolfie.” you said sarcastically and Isaac turned back to you with another grin. “Oh there’ll definitely be another time Little Red.” he said sultrily and you stepped back slightly before he grinned and walked away from you.

Raymond - Mechanic “And what is it you’re supposed to be?” you hear in his raspy British accent. Rolling your eyes as you turn you throw your arms out to your sides to show him your full costume. “Seriously Ray?” you asked on a scoff. His eyebrow quirks up as his eyes dance up and down your body clad in a pair of overalls with a red bandana tied around your hair and a pair of large gloves on your hands while a wrench, or what you think is a wrench sticks out of your pocket. When he doesn’t respond you huff at him and watch the smirk slip onto his face. “I’m a mechanic.” you said discouraged, you wondered if he was just teasing you once again or if he honestly didn’t get your costume. “Oh now I see it. A bit out of your scope of practice though isn’t it?” he asked softly and you furrow your eyebrows at him. “What do you mean? I work for Ros’ garage. I'm literally in that scope of practice.” you said confused and feeling exasperated by his teasing tone. “Well you’re an assistant to the boss of a garage. I’m pretty sure you have no clue what that tool in your pocket actually does.” he teased further as he stepped closer to you still with that insufferable smirk on his face. “Oh and like you do?” you asked huffily as your arms crossed over your chest in aggravation. “I know what that tool does. And better yet I know how to use another tool that you might be interested in.” he rasps out huskily to you and you feel the blush consume your cheeks as desire shoots straight down your spine. Leaning in closer to him you know you’re taking his bait but you can’t help it after so long you’ve wanted to act on these emotions and feelings that had developed ever since you met the Brit. “Hmmm, I might be interested. But that’s a big might.” you respond to him and he grins wolfishly at you making your breath catch in your throat. Feeling a surge of confidence you press your front to his and lean up into his face. “Gonna check under my hood for me huh Ray?” you whisper to him and suddenly his arms are around you caging you against his body and his lips are slanted against your own as he groans into your mouth. Your hands comes up to cup his cheeks and you whimper softly against him. “Jesus Ray! Why don’t you take her home before you give us all a show?!” calls out Mickey and you’re jerking away from Ray gasping for air to only see everyone eyeing you and your counterpart with gleeful expressions on their faces. Ray grabs a hold of your hand and nods his head at Mickey before dragging you from the room hurriedly. Once outside in the hall you press Ray up against the wall and lean up on tiptoe to press another heated chaste kiss to his lips. “You’re right I have no idea how to use the tool in my pocket.” you start to explain and one of your hands trails down from his chest to cup his erection against his pants. “But I do know how to use the one in your pocket.” you pur to him and he groans low in his throat before he’s pulling you out of Mickey’s house and towards his car.

Forrest - Not a costume but a newer dress The air is growing crisp and cool as you walk out of the general store. Autumn was quickly falling over Franklin County and you eagerly await for the leaves to begin changing and falling from the trees. Pulling your shawl further up your shoulders you smile as you pass Mr. Henry as you make your way down to the end of the line of shops. “Well look who we have here Forrest.” comes a familiar call and you look up to spot Howard and Forrest Bondurant stepping out of their car. Smiling kindly to them you stop not far from where Forrest leans against the side of the car watching you. “Hello boys. How are you this morning?” you ask politely. “Doing mighty fine now that we’ve seen you, aren’t we Forrest?” Howard replies teasing you and you shake your head at him. “That’s enough Howard, go get the supplies.” Forrest says gruffly and Howard wiggles his eyebrows at you before leaving to go to the shop. You shake your head at him as he passes you and you turn back to Forrest smiling softly at him. “Don’t let him get to you Forrest, he's only just teasing.” you say kindly before you step off the walkway in front of the shops. You don’t move much closer to him knowing that he’s not one for affection or any type of emotion really. “Is that a new dress?” he asks through a grunt and you feel your eyes widen slightly surprised by his attention to detail about you. You look down at your dress and your hand slides down the front of it smoothing the fabric. “Why yes it is. Thank you for noticing.” you say kindly as a blush spreads over your cheeks. You watch him step a little closer to you and you take in breath and hold it wondering what he would do. “You look nice.” he grunts out and you can’t stop the wide happy smile that spreads over your lips. The blush that had formed over your cheeks grows in intensity at his words and you watch as he falters at your reaction to his words. “Thank you Forrest.” you breathe out softly and take a brave step closer to him resting a hand on his forearm gently. “That’s very kind of you.” you say warmly as your smile turns softer. “Will I see you at the gathering tonight?” you ask boldly and watch as his eyes widen a little. He grumbles softly and tilts his head down to the ground and fiddles with his hat. Smiling down at the ground in front of you you take a step back from him giving him the space he needed. “I’ll be seeing you Forrest.” you say softly before moving along down the road towards where you lived grinning softly to yourself.

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dakarimainink · 3 years

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Neighbour - Part 2

Part 2

WARNING: 18+, mention of sex, alcohol, swearing

Pairing: Javier Peña / f!OC

Wordcount: 1,4K

Note: Not betad, all mistakes are my own.

Part 3

Masterlist

Emilia was kneeling in her bathtub with her laptop on top of the toilet. A video about a guy explaining how to fix your shower was playing as she was trying to unscrew a bolt. She pushed her full body into the wrench with no luck.

“Fuck.” She murmured and wiped away the sweat on her forehead. “Just my god damn luck.” She climbed out of the tub with the wrench in hand when three knocks sounded from her front door. She paused the video and walked over to the door. Her eyes widened with surprise as she saw who stood outside.

“Hola. Sorry to interrupt.”

Emilia was surprised to see her neighbour, since she had assumed he had died or moved away, as the late night sex had stopped. She blinked at him while gaping, trying to process his presence.

“I probably should have dropped by two weeks ago, but work got in the way.” He begun to explain. “I wanted to apologise for the nightly interruptions.”

She shifted her weight to one side. “Right, uhm, that’s okay.” She mumbled. “I probably came on too strong, especially considering it was the first time we had ever met.”

His tongue dipped out to wet his lips, making her aware of his well-trimmed moustache. “No, it’s not okay. And I understand your frustration, which is why I come bearing a gift.” He pulled out a flask of tequila.

She grabbed the bottle with her free hand and glanced at the label on the bottle; Tapatio Reposado tequila, one of her favourites. “Thank you.” She flashed him a genuine smile, mostly because the gesture came as a surprise.

“May I ask why you’re walking around with a wrench?”

His question made her look at the wrench in her hand. “Oh, my shower doesn’t work and I tried to fix it, but I can’t make the bolt turn.” She admitted.

“I can have a look at it, if you like.” He offered and held out his hand for the wrench.

Her eyes went from his hand to his eyes. “That would be great.” She chimed. “The plumber can’t drop by until Friday, so would be amazing if I can get it fixed myself.”

She handed him the wrench and showed him to her bathroom. She froze as he stepped past her and into the tub. Her eyes had caught on to her panties hanging on the edge of her hamper. Her cheeks turned warm and red at the sight. She begged he hadn’t noticed it as he had walked in.

She slowly shuffled over to the basket and nudged the panties down into it. Her eyes snapped to him when he chuckled at her laptop.

“Tutorial to fix your shower?” He asked and put the wrench down.

She rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah, I don’t know much about plumbing.”

He slid off his brown leather jacket and threw it on the floor, exposing his toned arms. She stood staring at his bicep as it flexed with his movement. She felt her body heart up at the sight, but quickly shook her head.

“I’m gonna go and check on my dinner.” She excused herself and walked over to the kitchen. She placed the bottle of tequila on the counter and peeked at the nachos in the oven.

~ ~ ~

Emilia placed the casserole of nachos on the counter and turned off the oven. She inhaled the delicious smell with a smile. Her eyes trailed to the figure standing in the doorway. Javier was leaning on the frame, looking at her.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t seem to get your shower working.” He folded his arms in front of his chest.

“Oh well.” Her eyes went down to the nachos. “Thank you for having a go at it. May I thank you with some nachos?” She gestured to the casserole in front of her and looked back at him.

“Yeah, smells good.” He wandered over to the kitchen to help her set the table.

He poured her a shot of tequila and one to himself. They clinked their glasses and let the liquid burn down their throats. The food was already placed on their plates and they began eating.

“So, what is it you work as?” She asked and glanced at him.

He swallowed his food. “I work for the DEA.”

She nodded at his reply. She knew she probably shouldn’t ask too many questions about it. The drug cartel was embedded into all of Colombia, everyone knew it, but it was hard to prove it.

“What about you?” He pulled lose some nachos from the cheese.

“I am a nurse at the local hospital.”

He gulped. “Now I feel really bad about the noise.” He admitted and put down his fork. He poured them both another shot of tequila and drank it up. “When did you say the plumber would drop by?”

“Friday.” She replied. “So I guess I’ll be using the shower at work till then.”

He made a thoughtful noise at the back of his throat and leaned back in his chair. “You’re welcome to use my shower.” He suggested.

Her eyes snapped up to his face. “Really?” The thought about using the work shower sent shivers down her spine. It wasn’t the most private place to shower, mostly because everyone had access to it in the locker-room.

He shrugged with a smile. “Yeah, it’s not in constant use. And it can be a way for me to apologise for everything.”

“May I drop by later then?”

He nodded. “’Course.”

“Thank you.” She chimed and poured them another shot. They clinked their glasses and threw their heads back with the liquid seeping down their throats.

~ ~ ~

Emilia pulled the shower curtains aside and stepped out of the shower. She quickly dried off with her towel she had brought with her. She put her wet hair up in a bun and put on her favourite joggers and white t-shirt. She felt amazing after the shower, getting rid of the sweat from earlier.

She put all her stuff back in her bag and walked out of the bathroom and to the living room. Javier was sitting on his brown leather couch with a whiskey glass in hand. He glanced over at her and a smirk grew on his lips.

“Nice with a shower?” He asked and leaned back.

She bobbed her head up and down. “I feel like a new person.” She admitted and placed her bag by the front door. She reached for her shoes when he interrupted her.

“May I offer you a drink before you go?” He held up his whiskey glass.

She regarded him for a moment and shrugged. “Sure.”

She sat down next to him and he handed her a glass with the brown liquid. “It’s Grand Old Parr, ever had it before?”

“No, I haven’t.” She took a sip of the drink, the trail of it leaving a rich and malty sweet taste behind. Her brows shot up in surprise. “Not bad.”

He leaned back in the corner of the couch and dragged his eyes slowly over her body, noticing the dark outline of her nipples through the thin fabric. As she took another sip from the drink, her nipples hardened and he couldn’t help imagining wrapping his lips around them. He shifted his position slightly and cleared his throat.

“Thank you for lending me your shower. I really appreciate it.” She turned towards him with a smile.

“No need to thank me, it’s the least I can do.” He insisted and took a sip of his own drink. “So, what do you do on your free time?”

“What free time?” She laughed. “I don’t know, cook and read books I guess.” She shrugged. “What about you? Except when you’re not fucking.”

He wasn’t offended by her question, in fact it made him chuckle. He didn’t mind the teasing, he deserved it after all. “I work most of my time, don’t have a lot of free time.”

“So you fuck on the clock?” She giggled. Their eyes locked. “Sorry, I’m pushing too far now.”

“No, it’s okay, I can take it.” He grinned. “And I do fuck on the clock.”

They both burst into laughter, Emilia almost spilling her drink.

She gulped down the rest of the drink and walked over to the front door. “Thank you for the drink. Is it okay if I drop by tomorrow as well after work?” She asked as she put on her shoes.

“Sure, I should be home by six.”

She picked up her bag and turned to smile at him. “Cool, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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coeurdastronaute · 4 years

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Essays in Existentialism: Boss

Prompt.. Lexa and Clarke sleep together one night, the next morning Clarke comes in to start her new job and turns out Lexa will be her boss (basically how Meredith and Derek first meet in grey's anatomy) yeah cool...love your writing

The tiny townhouse on the corner of Grant and Lincoln was nearly unpacked, but still occupied the unfinished zone of moving in. The furniture was there, with boxes opened and in various states of emptied. Sheets were tossed on the bed, but it wasn’t made. Clothes were rooted through and half hung in the closet at the top of the stairs. The only things in the fridge were little Chinese take out boxes and a handful of sauce packets.

But that didn’t mean a thing to the bodies on the couch.

Well tired and sated, the two tangled torsos and limbs hung and clung to each other on the small area, not having much to discuss the night before, but rather making the other body too tired to hear and speak and think, and thus fell asleep in a knot. It wasn’t many hours of sleep between the bar and the sex and the moment one of the bodies shifted and the otehr fell to the floor with a thud.

“Ow.”

“What was--”

“Just my back. And hip. And… head,” the body on the floor wheezed slightly, wincing against the pain.

“Oh shit, it’s daylight,” Clarke squinted toward the windows witn no curtains or blinds and realized how late it was. “Oh fuck!”

“Seems to be.”

The body on the couch sat up and hopped over the back before snatching the blanket and carefully wrapping it around her naked body.

“I have to go. I have work...um…”

“Lexa,” she sat up from the floor, propping herself up on her elbows and looking up over the cushions.

Completely naked, the girl on the floor smiled and pushed away a mess of hair while Clarke looked at her and blushed and tried not to look, desperately. She wanted to look, but that would distract her from the process of getting ready, and Clarke had to get to work. It was her first day, after all, beautiful naked sex god be damned.

“Right. Lexa. Nice to meet you, but I have to--”

“Yeah, of course,” she nodded, tugging a pillow in front of herself to shield as much nakedness as possible. “Do you live here?”

“Just moved.”

“Cool. From where.”

“I really have to-- It was fun and all--”

A pair of blank panties were held up from the floor by hands attached to a mischievous hand oddly victorious grin. Clarke remembered the same smile somewhere between the whiskey and tequila, the smile nd the eyes and the intent way the stranger in the bar listened to her words. More importantly, she remembered the fragments of the sex and the things that mouth could do and that was the reason for the victory, and it was deserved.

“But you have to go to work,” Lexa repeated.

With a graceless motion, Clarke reached over the couch and snatched the offending lingerie before agreeing full-heartedly.

“It was nice to meet you, Lexa,” Clarke promised. “But when I come back downstairs, you’ll be gone, and I’ll be on my way to work.”

“Right. Work. I should, too. It was nice, to uh, do this. Maybe we can again--”

The offer was barely acknowledged as Clarke hopped up the stairs and toward the shower, leaving Lexa smiling somewhat, amused at the display before she looked down at herself and chuckled at what the past five minutes of her life looked like.

XXXXXXXXXX

It was incredibly stupid. It was monumentally stupid. It was the dumbest thing she’d ever done, or at least very close to the top of the long list. But after three weeks of refusing to unpack the house and dealing with the question of employment, Clarke couldn’t handle it any longer, and joined the land of the living again. Perhaps a bit too hard, which was, above all else, stupid. Incredibly stupid.

Clarke didn’t have too much time to think about anything else as she sprinted into the tall building that had its own distinct imprint on the city. Hair a mess and shirt sloppily in the process of being tucked in, she flashed her badge and rushed toward the elevators as she repeated how stupid it’d been to get absolutely drunk and hook up with a stranger on the couch, and then not setting an alarm, for her first day of her dream job.

Again and with emphasis, Clarke was an incredibly stupid and gay individual.

“Ms. Griffin,” the receptionist greeted her with a smile. “I’ve been instructed to ask that you wait right here until Ms. Moore is finished with her phonecall.”

“Right, of course,” Clarke nodded as she attempted to underplay how extravagantly winded she was.

Grateful for the moment to process, Clarke took a seat in the reception and processed what the past hour of her life looked like. She somehow woke up and kicked out a very naked woman from her house, that she could almost remember the name of somewhat. And she’d run across town and made it to work. On time, or at least on time enough for her boss.

Only when she’d caught her breath did Clarke realize that she never got Le-- La-- Lara? Lena? Larry? Fuck. She never got the stranger’s number.

“Hey, Clarke, thanks for your patience.”

The woman who interviewed her twice finally walked out from behind the hallowed doors of Woods Publishing, and Clarke gave up trying to remember and prayed she did not smell like as much tequila as she’d inhaled the night before.

“I’m so happy to be here, Ms. Moore,” she grinned and shook the outstretched hand.

“Luna is fine. We’re the creatives,” she winked and led Clarke toward the door. “We get a little more freedom than the stuffed shirts in editing and sales.”

As they moved down the hall, there was a minute smell of weed, and Clarke realized that this job was going to be better than she’d ever imagined.

“I thought for your first day, I’d kind of get you set up, take you to our morning huddle and pitch meetings, and then after lunch make you meet everyone in a super awkward and invasive department bash.”

“Bash?”

“Yeah, well, people stop coming when I call them meetings and ice-breakers. I’ve decided to rename things different, more fun words to trick them into the same meetings.”

“How’s it going so far?”

“Amazingly well. Just wait until you see the turn out for your meet-and-greet… I mean bash.”

Clarke couldn’t help but smile. Her boss was calm and cool, funny and approachable, and most importantly, she was clearly very into her job, which was a godsend. Hiring was often abou personality and camaraderie, as in how well a new personality would fit into a team, and Clarke already felt at home.

The day went by easily enough, as all first days are known to do. She met her team and got her desk, got to feel out a little of how the day flowed with the promise of her assignments arrival soon enough. Luna passed her off around lunch to one of the teammates, and Clarke fell into enjoying her new coworkers with very light company gossip over not terrible sandwiches in the cafeteria. She learned all about the office romances and the merger, the new corporate structure and how great it was compared to other companies. She learned about the owner’s daughter who started a few months ago and was actually nice to work for, and more importantly, Clarke learned that there was a very lax policy when it came to punctuality. She breathed a sigh of relief.

By the end of the day, Clarke felt like she would like it there, and was eager to help and work on drawing some of the projects. She was ready to work with the team and she was ready to finally be creative and produce something.

“Thank you all again, for welcoming Clarke to our team,” Luna grinned and held up her glass as the rest of the team did the same.

She was right, of course, that calling it a bash did something to make them all want to stay a few minutes later and mingle.

“Enjoy the gift baskets sent from the studio for our last project, but within reason. And we’ll jump right in tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” Clarke smiled and accepted a drink.

“I’ll see you bright and early. We’ll get you started on part of our new programming and onto the new project.”

“I can’t wait.”

Clarke found herself pulled into a conversation over artwork for the storyboard on the wall in the main rom, and even though it was technically about work, the other artists were more than eager to talk about their plans, even over drinks.

And then she looked up and nearly spit out her drink before turning around very quickly so that her back was to the familiar green eyes and the person she’d kicked onto the floor that very morning.

“Looks like the boss decided to make a stop. I’m going to finally ask her out,” one of the guys decided as he stood a little straighter and awkwardly fixed his hair.

“There’s no way Lexa Woods gives you the time of day,” Raven scoffed, sipping her drink and sneaking a look at the grinning CEO. “I bet you twenty bucks she doesn’t even speak to you.”

“She’s really nice.”

“Oh, I know. But I bet she won’t even notice you.”

Clarke felt the blood leave her face as she hurried to sneak another look to confirm that it was, in fact, hell freezing over. And sure enough, for some stranger reason, in a city of hundreds of thousands of people, she was in the same room as the stranger she drunkenly hooked up with sixteen hours beforehand.

And that stranger was her boss’ boss’ boss’ boss. That stranger was Lexa Woods, CFO of Woods Publishing, daughter of the owner, inheritor to the castle.

“What do you think, Clarke?” Raven turned toward her. Just five minutes ago, Clarke liked Raven, but now, she wanted to disappear and Raven was blocking the exit. “Think Dan here has a chance?”

“I don’t really know anything about her,” Clarke shrugged and downed the rest of her drink, careful to stay turned around.

She didn’t know anything about Lexa Woods, except how she tasted and the noises she made and this thing she did with her fingers that--

“She hasn’t been here long, but she’s actually not the worst, as far as suits go. She likes the creative floors. Her dad’s given her a few projects I’ve been on and I think we work pretty well together,” she explained, offering Clarke a refill.

“Cool, cool, nice.”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or you’re a very bad drinker.”

“I, uh, had a few too many last night.”

“Hair of the dog then,” Raven grinned and clinked their glasses. “I think I’m going to like having you around, Griffin. At least until you start asking for advanced tech and drive me crazy with your doodles. Oh shit, there he goes.”

Despite herself, Clarke turned around and watched the illustrator move through the crowd. She looked immediately at Lexa and actually caught her eye. She held the look and she watched Lexa smile at her, though she couldn’t move to return it. Mortification was at the forefront of her brain. That and oddly proud of herself for pulling someone like Lexa Woods, even when she wasn’t on her A game.

Only when Clarke saw Dan get close, did she look away and break the stupor she found herself stuck in.

“I can’t believe he hasn’t figured out that she’s gay.”

“What?”

“Dan has the worst gay-dar of all time,” Raven chuckled. “I almost feel bad taking his money. Almost.”

Sure enough, as he walked up toward his boss’ boss’ boss, full of confidence and vim, Lexa didn’t even notice him, her eyes firmly locked on Clarke’s as she moved through the crowd, finally deciding to approach. It took a few steps before Clarke realized what was happening, and only then did she feel the two and a half drinks she’d had.

She really didn’t like Raven.

“I knew it.”

Clarke didn’t say a word, but rather looked for a quick escape, though none existed and she already knew that.

“Hey, I thought I’d come welcome you to the team personally. I’m Lexa Woods.”

With a smile and her hand outstretched, the CEO stood there, as if she hadn’t gone down on her new employee on her couch.

“Lexa Woods, as in…”

“Yeah, that’s my name outside, but don’t hold it against me,” she grinned, holding the handshake a little bit longer. “It was Callie, right?”

“Clarke.”

“I’m sorry. Clarke.”

“I didn’t expect to see you on my first day.”

“Yeah,” Lexa chuckled. “I can imagine. I like hanging out down here more than upstairs. How are you, Ms. Reyes?”

“Doing alright,” Raven nodded, appraising the scene before her. “Taking Clarke under my wing, as it were.”

“I’d be careful,” the boss warned. “It was nice to meet you again, Clarke. I’ll see you guys later. I have a meeting I should try to get to ontime. Punctuality is key.”

Clarke burned red and nodded.

“Nice to meet you, too, Ms. Woods.”

“Lexa’s fine.”

“Yeah you are.”

Lexa just smiled and waved again before disappearing. Dan joined the group a second later and passed a twenty to his friend. The boss left the room a moment later without a look back, and Clarke finally breathed.

“So,” Raven furrowed. “When did you fuck our boss?”

XXXXXXXXXX

For three weeks, Clarke managed to avoid all thoughts and ideas of Lexa Woods, CEO and absolute beauty. She didn’t avoid her social media, nor did she avoid much of the idle gossip about her at work, but for the most part, Clarke refused to think about her as much as possible, which amounted to about never.

Sometimes at work, she was able to go for hours, focusing on her projects. Sometimes, Clarke found herself avoiding areas she suspected she might show up, and for three glorious weeks, she was fairly successful.

Bent over her drawing board, Clarke found herself in a period of Lexa-less thoughts, happy to escape her life and all else, and instead find some sort of outlet for everything she’d been feeling over the past year.

“These are very good.”

“Fuck, you scared me,” Clarke breathed, turning around quickly. “I mean. Not fuck.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t followed up,” Lexa smiled softly, hands tied behind her back as she perused Clarke’s wall of sketches for the short they were doing. “I was out of town on business. How is your first month going, Ms. Griffin?”

“Do you take such an interest in all of your employees, or just the ones you seduce?”

“I believe you were the one seducing. I was drunk and adorable and you took advantage of me in my drunk and adorable state.”

Clarke balked and grit her teeth before seeing that Lexa was making fun of her, which did nothing to calm her.

“Someone who pins the other to their front door, is not being taken advantage of.”

She smiled again and Clarke found it infuriating. And hot. But also infuriating a little more.

“I did do that, didn’t I?” Lexa nodded. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to address that… trist.”

“It was a fluke, and I think we should stay professional. Like we have.”

“I thought I was keeping it fairly professional.”

“I just mean, you can’t-- we don’t have to talk about that… trist.”

“Or we could?” she waited to gauge Clarke’s reaction. “Or not. Definitely not. Very professional. Just pretend it never happened.”

“Exactly. Thank you for stopping by, Ms. Woods.”

“Lexa is still fine. We’re going to be working together a bit. Everyone calls me Lexa.”

“Professional,” Clarke repeated.

“Casual, even. Professionally casual.”

“Exactly.”

XXXXXXXXX

“Professional,” Lexa nodded to herself and tried to catch her breath. The naked body beside her repeated the same thing with a sigh.

“But we can’t do that again. We were just scratching an itch,” Clarke reasoned as Lexa agreed, humming along with the familiar song.

If any of that were true, she wouldn’t have been naked in Clarke’s half-made bed, next to a full-naked girl. If she had anything to say about it, they’d be doing it much more and often and professionally. But she was the boss, and she wasn’t allowed to make that call. Clarke had to make it. And Lexa was very grateful that Clarke made it.

It wasn’t Lexa’s fault that they enjoyed the same bar, or that they happened to notice each other, and it wasn’t her fault that she liked kissing Clarke.

“I quite like scratching that itch with you.”

Lexa turned her head and watched Clarke smile before regaining her composure.

“Don’t sweet talk me, Woods. I’m your employee.”

“Yeah, but like, only kind of.”

Clarke turned and gave her a look before Lexa chuckled and rolled toward her, pressing her luck as she pressed against Clarke, kissing her shoulder and her neck.

“What are we supposed to do?” Clarke turned over as well. “Go into HR and tell them we’re sleeping together?”

“I could fire you?”

“Lexa.”

“I could quit?”

“Shut up.”

“Or you could agree to go on an actual date with me, and promise not to take your clothes off.”

“You’re the one that takes them off of me!”

Despite her wiggling, Clarke let Lexa pull her closer. She ran her fingertips along Lexa’s cheek, squishing her cheeks together so she was making fish lips and smiled at the display, amused at herself and how Lexa let her do that.

“I zwant tovee hrofeshinal widzth you. Vutd I sink I alike you.”

“You sound ridiculous.”

Lexa sighed until Clarke let go of her cheeks, unable to keep the smile there. Instead she held her chin now, between her forefinger and thumb, keeping her steady and there. Fingertips moved up and down her back.

“I think we can do this without messing up work.”

“How?”

“We just don’t work together. I’ll stay off of your projects. Luna has complete control over personnel and who is on what.”

“If it goes bad?”

“Then I’ll definitely quit. Sell the company probably. Move to Zurich,” she decided.

“That plan developed quickly.”

“It’s always in my back pocket in case a beautiful girl who works for me creates a problem. I will not be caught unprepared again.”

“Again?”

“It’s an expression.”

“Mmm,” Clarke smiled and nodded.

She didn’t waste a moment. She leaned forward and kissed Lexa because she had to be certain, and she had to find some kind of bravery. She should think about it more, and she should have made a pros and cons list, but something about this moment, this person, Clarke just felt alive, and she’d been chasing it for so long.

“Did I get the job?”

“You got a date. One date.”

“I can work with that.”

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Can't Forget, Won't Forgive

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader [post war]

Word Count: 3,420 (nice)

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, mentions of depression and anxiety, slight PTSD, a bit angst with fluffy ending

Request: @perfectlyimperfectcrystal: Can you make Draco x oc post war fic?

Summary: Four years after a war that she believed ruined her life reader is forced to reenter her past for a party with an unexpected guest [Reader is abt 22, 23 Draco is 21]

A/n: I ligit re wrote this three time, I could not figure out what to do and eveything I wrote was cringy as fuck, I'm so sorry this took forever, I'm hopping to finish up a few old requests soon. Love u all <3

Your heart seized in your chest. Everything in you was begging your legs to turn and run. You bit harshly on your lip, this was a bad idea, teeth sunk into flesh and you tasted blood. A really bad idea. The grip on your small gift bag tightened. You could turn around right now and no one would know. You felt like throwing up, were you panicking again? You couldn't tell your chest felt too tight. You could text Harry and tell him you were sick. It would be fine. You don’t have to.

You turned on your heels, tears nearly springing into your eyes as you opened the door to your car. You slammed it shut gripping the steering wheel and leaning your forehead on its center. Sobs stung your eyes as your knuckles went white. You felt so weak, this wasn't you, you had fought death eaters, saved hundreds, survived torture, killed people. Now you were crying in a 1998 Corolla because you were too scared to go into a house full of nothing but old friends? It was pathetic.

Your teeth found your already raw bottom lip, you sucked in a breath and released it. You could do this. You snatched the paper bag beside, left the safety of your car, sprinted up the porch steps and knocked three times before you could change your own mind.

You could hear shuffling inside before the door was flung open and you were greeted by a freckled red-head.

“Y/N!” George shouted, “We were beginning to think you wouldn’t show!”

“I guess I’m fashionably late.” You laughed awkwardly cringing at your own words.

The twin just chuckled, “Come in, we’ve got tons of food and even more alcohol because ya know were actually old enough to drink now.” He laughed dragging you inside.

You giggled your heartbeat slowing, “I missed you, George.”

“I missed you too kitty.” He answered by pulling you into a hug. You welcomed it, heart throbbing at the nickname his late brother had given you.

You followed the man into the house which was already crowded with people. What else could you expect of an engagement party of the Boy Who Lived? Although you were sure Hermione planned it. You ran into Ginny and made small talk, looking at the ring and congratulating her on her wins in quidditch. Harry then stole her away after a quick greeting explaining something about Seamus breaking a pool cue.

You were suddenly left alone, you took a deep breath. You decide a drink would be best, a beer or two would do miracles for your nerves. You found the kitchen surprisingly empty, you opened the fridge grabbing a beer. You glanced around for an opener but opted for a small knife in the block to your left. You popped it open and took a sip, the cold liquid giving you a warm sensation.

You hopped up onto the counter glancing out of the door and watching as George arm-wrestled Ron over a coffee table.

You snorted as the elder smashed the others arm down leaping to his feet and letting out a cry of victory. It still hurt a bit to look at him. Fred was so similar. But you would never let him know that you were sure he knew well enough himself.

You turned as you heard footsteps approach and your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes locked with deep grey as your heart stopped beating.

"Oh um hey y/n.," Draco spoke his hand scratching at the back of his neck.

You had heard that your life flashed before your eyes when you were about to die. You thought it couldn't be much different than the memories you had worked very hard to bury that flashed through you as you stared at the platinum blonde in front of you.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You hissed your jaw clamped shut as you felt hot tears rise to your eyes.

"Oh, I was invited." His laughter was empty and suffocating at the same time.

Your eyes stung. You lept from the counter slamming the beer in your hand down so hard you heard it crack. Draco flinched.

"Y/n I-," The man rushed towards you grabbing your wrist.

Without a second of hesitation, your other hand shot up and you slapped him clean across the face. The sound your hand made on his pale cheek was loud, the smack gaining the attention of a few who sat in the living room.

"Stay the fuck away from me." You seethed stepping away from him.

"Y/n?" You turned to see Luna, her pale blue eyes wide. You couldn't even offer a smile as you turned, sprinting to the door.

You made it into the cold November air and realized it had gotten dark out. The light filtering from the house paired with the few buzzing street lamps cast a yellow filter over your surroundings. You fumbled with your keys as you made your way towards your car. You were leaving this time, that was non-negotiable.

“Y/n!” A small voice yelled from the porch.

You didn’t want to look up but you did. Your keys slid into the door and you twisted click, your it was unlocked.

“Y/n, please, I just want to talk to you,” Luna begged from the steps. You bit on your lip again, it stung harshly.

Turning you fought back tears as you pulled your keys from your door and stepped away from the car. Luna smiled softly at you. “It's good to see you, Luna.”

“It's great to see you y/n. I was quite disappointed when we lost contact.” She explained aloof as ever. “But guess you blocked us all out on purpose.” Blunt as ever as well.

You swallowed thickly not sure how to respond, she was right after all.

“It’s alright, no one blames you. You went through a lot. We were all very surprised to see you here today. George has missed you dreadfully.” She hummed leading you back inside where you could no longer see your breath. “I’m happy you came too. I always liked talking with you.” She continued up some stairs stopping midway and sitting down, patting the spot next to her which you took.

It was quiet for a while, you could hear laughter and music, a loud gasp followed by more laughter. You wondered if they were still arm wrestling. Tears clung to your eyes, you swallowed them but the world remained blurry.

“I can’t be around him, Luna.” You choked out, “Not after what he did to us.”

“He didn’t do anything to us.” She shrugged playing with her large necklace.

Your brows furrowed, “How can you say that? How can you say that after those months Luna?”

“He didn’t do anything, his father did.” She explained her eyes now trained on you.

“And where is he?” You spat, “In his mansion with zero consequences.”

“I suppose you’re right.” She mumbled, “But it does no good to take it out on Draco he didn’t do anything.”

“That’s the issue Luna,” You hissed, “He didn’t do anything. He didn’t do anything as we were locked in his basement.”

She hummed, “He couldn’t do anything.” You wished you could disagree, “He’s quite nice you know. It was a bit awkward at first but he’s quite nice now, he's going to be one of Harry’s groomsmen I believe.”

“What?!” You exclaimed.

“They are good friends now, he is quite nice like I said.” She had begun to fiddle with the ends of your hair, “He asks about you a lot. Always wondering how you are now and if you are going to come to parties and such.”

“He shouldn’t ask.” You huffed, “I don’t know why he does.”

“I think I do.” She hummed, you waited for her to explain but she didn’t. “He was just a child back then, he was a scared kid, we can’t blame what he did on him. He thought he had to.”

Anger fought through you taking your mind hostage. You could feel your face flush, eyes narrow, expression darkening, “You know what, I was a scared kid too, I was fucking horrified. He may get a free pass from the rest of you but he won't from me. I won’t forget what he did.” You seethed standing and walking down four steps.

“You wish you could forget though. I know you do. That's why you don’t return our calls or come to birthday parties. You want to forget yet you refuse to. You confuse me y/n.” Luna claimed. She didn’t stop you as you left the house, refusing to look back. You peeled out of the driveway less than a minute later tears of anger and frustration streaming down your face.

You got home and swore, finding the only liquor in the house to be rose strawberry tequila, something you had bought, opened and hated. You drank it anyway plopping down on the couch with cold pizza from the night before and turning on the TV to see an episode of some anime you couldn’t keep track of. The main character yelled too much and the main girl was obsessed with a boy. It pissed you off, a fuckin pushover.

You were about an episode in, swearing as a character whose name you couldn’t remember was flung from a rooftop. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, you flipped it open struggling to read the small writing on the greenish background. You gave up closing it and chucking it across the room as the boy stood back up blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. You cheered.

Draco isn’t sure what prompted him to show up at your doorstep at 2:32 in the morning. Maybe it was the constant nagging from Ginny or maybe the fact that you had seen but had not replied to his text or maybe it was the fact that he had been in love with you since he was 13, never had the guts to tell you, was forced into letting some fucked up things happen to you and now you wouldn’t even look at him. Or maybe it was simply because he was hammered. In all honesty, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was now banging on your apartment door.

You weren't quite sure if you were imagining it or not as you jumped from your sleep. The loud banging continued as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, brushing your hair out of your face. You stood up head aching slightly as you felt a hangover in the near future. You stumbled towards the door swearing as you tripped over a chair leg.

“Jesus what!?” You shouted flinging opening the door. In seconds someone came stumbling at you. A body collided with yours at a fighting force knocking you straight to the ground. You shrieked feeling your lower back ram into your hardwood floor.

“Fuck sorry.” The body mumbled propping himself up straddling your waist, his hands on either side of your head. Draco soaked in your image, your cheeks flushed, eyes wide, lips pursed. “God you’re so fuckin beautiful,” he mumbled one of his hands moving to stroke your ruffled hair.

You slapped his hand away, jaw clenched, “Get off of me!” you yelled lifting your knee and connecting it with his stomach.

He wheezed face contorting in pain as you rolled him off of you standing up, “What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?” You spat his name like poison.

Draco now lay on his back staring up at your ceiling he groaned running his hand through his hair, “I missed you.” he mumbled upwards, “I missed you so fucking much.” his words broke.

“Oh my god, you’re drunk.” You groaned slamming the heels of your hands into your eyes.

“I'm not drunk.” He fought back sitting up quickly.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, “What's 2 plus 3?”

He furrowed his brows in thought, “23.” he replied about twenty seconds later.

“You’re definitely drunk.” You sighed.

“I just wanted to talk y/n and you wouldn’t answer my texts so I had to come here so we could talk.” His words were slurred and hard to understand.

“We have nothing to talk about.” You sneered, “Now get out of my house.”

“Please y/n, just for a few minutes.” He begged, getting to his feet and grabbing your wrists pulling you towards him, his breath was warm and smelled of beer as it wafted over your face.

You pushed him off cringing, “If I let you talk, will you leave?” You bargained not really caring where the drunk ended up.

He nodded vigorously, stumbling into your house a little ways before sitting back down, back against the small island in the middle of your kitchen. You slid down the fridge sitting across from him. For a second you thought he had fallen asleep, his head lolled to one side, his right leg stuck out straight, the other bent towards him. But he snapped to attention looking at you with wide eyes.

“Well?” You asked.

“Oh yeah.” He mumbled taking a deep breath, “I did miss you ya know. I always did. When we were in school you wouldn’t even talk to me unless you were yelling insults and god I wanted you to talk to me sooo bad. I was so fuckin in love with you.” He was interrupted by a hiccup, “And then everything started falling apart and my parents got mad and wanted me to kill people and I was so scared.” Tears welled into the blonde's eyes. His voice straining against him, “And then they caught you because of your dad, and- and I-” More hiccups, tears sliding down his cheeks, “I just wanted to help you and I couldn’t I was such a fucking coward. And I'm sorry y/n/n.” your nickname rolled off his tongue, “I so so fucking sorry.”

The kitchen was silent for a long time. The soft sound of sniffing and the drip of tears on tile. The hum of the refrigerator providing a background for the nothingness. Darkness almost seems to muffle everything, the only light coming from the time displayed on the microwave and the moonlight filtering through your few windows.

“Fuck Draco,” You cussed, “This is not how I wanted my night to go.” your voice wavered. You could feel tears sliding down your cheeks cooling in the dark air. You sniffed wiping your face. “Well I guess since your drunk as fuck and won’t remember anything anyway I might as well get some things off my chest.”

Draco gazed up at you his eyes rimmed with red, his pale cheeks blossoming with beer thirsted roses. He looked so fragile, like a glass figurine or a dried flower.

“I’m kind of a shit person.” You chuckled sadly, “I mean I try to blame it on my parents and their nuclear marriage, which was dead long before I was in the world, but they kept mercilessly reincarnating it like some sort of monster from an old movie. They yelled more than they should have, my dad especially, he had anger issues he blew up easily and never got help for it.” You had tears pouring so thickly from your eyes you could hardly see.

“I was messed up in the head, I was rarely happy and when I was it was only for a few seconds, I got panic attacks and I-” Your voice broke with a sob, “I never really dealt with it and you always managed to piss me off. Maybe it was the fact that you seemed to get everything you wanted or maybe that I always thought you were so cute despite the fact that you were a complete asshole. Hell, I had a stupid school girl crush on you from the minute I laid eyes on you and I hated it so much.

“And I don’t know, I pushed people away, fuck I broke up with Fred three months before he died because I was scared when he said he wanted me to meet his parents.” Your voice broke and you whimpered, “And then I got locked in your house because of my shit father and since then I’ve been avoiding everyone and everything hoping that I can just forget it all but being too stubborn to forgive it so I’m just stuck and it sucks.” You were sobbing now, “It sucks so fucking bad.”

Draco turned around and pushed himself towards you. He put his arm around your shoulders and tucked his head into your neck, inhaling your scent and mumbling something you couldn’t make out over the strength of your cries.

You woke up the next morning head pounding, eyes stinging as you opened them. You were sprawled on your kitchen floor, your lower back aching with pain. Your head rested on Draco’s chest, his legs tangled with yours, arm around your waist as yours rested around his neck. You groaned carefully sliding from his grasp, this was not how things were supposed to go. You were not supposed to be blushing because of Draco Malfoy. You huffed heading to the bathroom and taking a quick shower before changing into a pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt. You walked into the kitchen crouching next to the man on your floor and poking his cheek. He didn’t even budge. You sighed stepping over him to your coffee maker.

Two hours later as you sat on your couch with a book in your lap you heard a loud groan from your kitchen. Rolling your eyes you stood up and made your way towards the newly awakened blonde who cussed as he attempted to get to his feet. His eyes locked with yours and widened, “Y-y/n?” he sounded mortified.

You smirked, “Good afternoon Draco.”

His cheeks blossomed with color as he ran his hands through his hair nervously, “Um what am I doing here?”

“Well, you showed up here at two in the morning drunk as fuck and proclaiming your love for me.” You explained.

He paled eyes getting impossibly wider, he slumped against your counter burying his face in his hands. “Oh, Merlin y/n I’m so sorry.”

You sighed biting your abused lip, “Look Draco, it’s not that big of a deal.”

He looked up at you, visibly confused.

“You said some crazy shit last night but so did I and I-” You sighed again swallowing harshly, “I would actually like to take up your offer on dinner, ya know the one you probably don’t remember texting me. We need to talk, like when one of us isn’t wasted and the other isn’t an emotional wreck.”

“Really?” Draco asked.

“Yeah,” You confirmed, “Can you pick me up at seven tonight?”

“Umm yeah.” He said not really remembering if he could but also not really caring, he would anyway.

You took a step towards him standing on your toes and placing a kiss on his cheek, “Thank you Draco.”

The man shook his head, “You did it wrong.” he whispered.

“What?” You asked, suddenly feeling his hands on your hips pulling you closer.

“I said you did it wrong.” He repeated.

“I know what you said, I just-” Your sentence fell short as he bent forward his lips inches from your own.

“Can I kiss you y/n?” He asked so quietly if you were any further apart you wouldn’t have heard it.

Your mind reeled but before you could really think about it you were nodding and his lips were on yours. He pulled you flush against him, you could feel his heart hammering in his chest, or maybe it was your own. His tongue swiped the seam of your lips and you opened them allowing him to deepen the kiss, he still tasted of beer and tears for the night before.

You broke away panting lightly staring up at his icy grey eyes. “You taste like shit.” You whispered.

Draco broke into a barking laugh, “You really know how to kill a mood.”

You shrugged, “You better brush your teeth before tonight.”

He smiled his heart still beating erratically, you looked so pretty with swollen lips, “Does that mean we are going to be kissing more?”

“Maybe.” You shrugged again smiling, “Now get out of my house Draco.”

“Of course.”

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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“SHOULD I TRY?”

GILLY LOPEZ X READER

@chibsytelford asked: Reader sees Gilly, Coco, EZ, and Angel in a bar and they all have been eyeing her up, Coco, EZ and Angel all try their luck with her but she is only interested in Gilly. He finally gets enough confidence to ask her out on a date 😊

Serie Index. Chapter 1.

Word count: 2115

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. At first, it's gonna be one-shot but I truly like this idea, so I'm gonna write three chapters. Who knows? Maybe more.

You can't remember when was the last time you went out with your friends aka work-mates. But it's friday and have some beers and dance it's better than stay at home with Netflix on and eating cold pizza. So, here you're in front of the mirror. Black shorts high-waist and a body of the same color. Your hair is a goal to anyone this night, falling on your back like a brave waterfall. You also decided to wear those pair of Nike classic shoes, because night is young and you're not a high-heels fan. Make up on point, something soft and natural. You can't be more proud. And of course, a good outfit needs a leather jacket. Belongs to your mother, he gave you at your sixteen' before you found it in an old box, with some 80's stuff. Vintage as fuck.

You meet your friends at “Freakin' out”, a bar where you can listen and dance all kind of music; pop, latin, rock... Lots of cultures at the same local. It's one of your favourites places of Santo Padre, people there is kind and fun, the only things you need after a looooong week working without a break. “Hey, (Y/N)!”, you know Debbie is already drunk when she starts to shake a hand on air with a lot of energy and a happy smile in her lips. Oh, for god's sake. You also know that probably you'll have to bring her home, 'cause she'll not remember her own name at the end of the night.

“What's up, guys?”, you said, giving a hug to everyone at your table. You take a sit by Alex's side, your best friend. You met him four years ago at the supermarket. A random day talking about tomatoes and carrots, 'cause you love cook and those ones are your worst enemies in a sauce. That was pretty fun and you two always remember that fact when you're drunk. “What are you drinking, hm...?”, you ask looking every drink on the table with curiosity.

“Tequila!”, Debbie is on point, everybody start to laugh loudly. You shake your head before getting up to your way to the bartender. You wait with your arms supported on the bar, having a look around you. People dancing, drinking, talking about all and nothing, having a good time. And then, before you put your eyes again in the bartender, you can see a specific table. Leather jackets, tattoos, shitty faces, empty beers and rings decorating their fingers. Bikers. The Mayans ones. You know them, not personally, but who the hell didn't heard before about them in Santo Padre. They make the rules.

“Oh, god, please not tonight...” you whisper to yourself when one of the Mayans gets up and walk to your position. Supporting his worked body against the bar, he looks to you from top to down. You try to ignore him, making him believe you didn't notice his presence.

“Yo', I'm Angel, but I can be whoever you want me to be”, he offers you a hand waiting to be shake. A funny smile in his lips and you asking in silence to yourself if this works with other girls. It's not gonna work with you. You're not into bad boys.

“Great, congratulations”, you answer turning your no-friends face at him. He knows. You're not that easy.

“Hey, I'm tryin' to be friendly, what's wrong with ya'?”, he asks pretending to be offended, before he starts to laugh at you.

“I have a lot of friends, thanks”.

“Do ya' know who I am?”

“Yes, I buy at your father's carnicería”, you look at him, ignoring the fact that he's a Mayan and he wants to let you know.

At that moment, he already knows he's not gonna impress you with his Harley. So, he nods in silence and comes back to his table. You can see how his crew palm his back with peals of laughters for the lost battle. Another fallen soldier. A minutes later you come back to your table too, holding a beer between your fingers.

“Only you could say ‘no’ to a Mayan... Sweet Jesus, (Y/N), you're fucking crazy”, James shakes his head. You shrug having a sip of your drink.

“Well, I actually said ‘no’ to /this/ Mayan”. Of course you've been looking at them all, and you have your interest put in one specifically. But you have the suspicion that he's not gonna ask you out.

The night go on. You dance with your girls for long minutes and good latin songs. You're hips moves so easily that seems like you've been dancing all day long. Of course, alcohol has a lot to do on it. Also you're fucking happy you decided to put your Nikes shoes, when you're friends start to complaining about the pain they feel on their feet.

Without wanting, you collide with someone at your back. You turn at him putting your hands on his chest, with a loudly laugh in your throat. “Oh, god, I'm so sorry. You ok?”, you ask, before you know another Mayan is in your way. The younger one, maybe the one they call ‘prospect’. He nods smiling with a sweet gesture. EZ Reyes. You knew him at his father's shop two months ago.

“Are you having fun? Sorry 'bout my brother's shit”, he says pointing at him with a finger, just for a moment.

“Yeah, it's been a long time since I hanged out with my friends. And... don't worry about him. I can imagine how is him”.

“Really? Please, tell me”.

“He's not you. But you already know it, smart boy”.

“So, this fact lets me share a drink with you, ah?”

“Nice try, prospect”, you palm his chest with a hand, shaking your head before leaving him in the middle of the dance floor.

You come back to your own crew, they're looking at you with a incredulous gesture. Your mates think you're terrible and probably you're gonna die alone with this attitude. For the next five minutes, James and Shawn argues with you about you should accept a drink of one of them. You roll your eyes getting up and looking for a cigar in the inside-pocket of your jacket. You need some air after four beers and the loudly voices of your friends pushing you into the Mayans. It's not what you need and you start to think maybe Netflix and cold pizza was a good plan too.

You leave your back against the wall, with a leg flexed. Smoke goes out by your nose. Fresh air always help with this kind of situations, you can't stop thinking about the idea that you're almost on your twenty seven and you only had one boyfriend. The most asshole of all. You broke up with him last year and he continues calling you to tell you your a fucking shit, before starts to cry and telling you how much he miss you. He also went to your work a couple times with flowers. You hate flowers. You hate him. You have a horrible taste to choose men, so you prefer to be alone. But, that doesn't mean you don't wanna hang out with the Mayan your eyes are on.

“Bonita, have one?”

“Sorry, what?”, you turn to the man at your left. More tattoos than man, actually. He's looking the cigar between your fingers. In silence you give him the packet, so he can pick wichever he wants.

“You smashed Angel's ego, gurl'”, he says to you, adopting the same position by your side.

“I can do it the same with yours. Look, I go to war everyday, you're not gonna intimidate me”.

“Oh, really? I was sniper”, his proud smile points at you, turning his face to look at you a little better. Probably he thinks ‘between soldiers’ could be easier to share some drinks. Poor deluded.

“I work at a preschool”.

“Shit, gurrrrl”, he laughs having a puff away. “I'm Coco”.

“(Y/N)”, you say then. “Are you all try to ask me for a drink, or a date, or something like?”

“Eres muy bonita, we had to try”, he nods.

“Yeah, for sure. . . Is the only thing you matter about? I mean, I'm more than an ass and tits”, you throw the cigar to the floor when it finished, with a sigh in your lips.

“Hey, Coco! We're leaving!”, EZ voice makes appereance, few meters away. The crew have their helmet in their hands, near of the motorbikes they drive. Probably you're never gonna see them again, and you start to feel bad about the fact that the one he likes you didn't propose nothing. The man by your side shake his head one time saying goodbye, walking to his mates. Another sigh comes out. You start to move your legs with resignation, feeling a little like the Mayans you fucked up. Maybe he's not for you in anyway. Maybe there's no men for you, in the way you want. Find someone who shares similitudes with you it's hard. You're not complicated to understand or to treat, but looks like in Santo Padre is only bad boys or asshole or both.

“Go, try it, don't be stupid”.

“You don't have nothing to lose”.

“C'mon, Gilly”.

You can't avoid to hear the guys talking to the fourth one, pushing him away of his own bike. You try not to smile 'cause it's pretty fun how they think you're gonna say ‘no’ to him too. They're wrong. Very wrong. Secretly you've been watching him from your table, from the bar, from the dance floor, trying to get his attention. Yeah, he looks exactly like Angel, EZ and Coco. But he also looks like a good guy. You heard before some jokes he made and you have to tell that he's pretty fun.

“Fuck, Gilly. Go ask her”, EZ push him into your way, making you stop your steps.

“Oh, hey...”, he says with a hand on the nape of the neck. He looks nervous, maybe he's gonna sweat in a moment. Is trying not to look at you from top to down, keeping his eyes on yours. You cross your arms on your chest, with both eyebrows up waiting for another word. But he doesn't say anything, staring at you in silence.

You snort rolling your eyes. It's not your night, it's not your week. You turn around your feet, taking the door to pull it and go back to your table, maybe you'll finish your beer and go home.

“Wait, wait!” You hear his voice again, a big hand pushing the door to not be open. “I was... asking myself... if you...”

“Yeah?”

“Ifyouwouldliketohaveadatewithme?”

“Fockin' Gilly”, Coco talks sitting on his bike.

You look at him for a moment, before giving all your attention to the shy big guy in front of you.

“A date. You and me. You know... A date”, he repeats, more or less the same question.

“I thought you would never ask”.

“So... you want?”

You give him your phone, just to make it more interesting with the “I'll call you” shit men usually do. You're one step ahead as your three older brothers teached you. With a smile, he takes it typing his number.

“I'm Gilly”.

“Yeah, I heard it because your sniper friend”, you finally say. “My friends are more pretty than me”.

“You've been talking about maths and children with the guys”, he says then, pointing the fact that he's not like Coco, EZ and Angel. You can't avoid to smile, getting down your eyes at your shoes. You leave a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I'll call you”.

“I hope so”.

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edgeofmyniall · 4 years

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four: “Hate Me”

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“It's a thin line between all this love and hate, and if you switch sides, you're gon' have to claim your place. So baby, this time you're gon' have to seal your fate”

The sun blared into Ginger’s room the next morning with a vengeance. She awoke to her naked body sprawled over the contorted covers.She sat up rubbing her temples; her head felt as if a construction crew had been working all night on her skull. The empty tequila bottle laid down at the edge of her bed-stuck between the footrest and mattress. She moaned as she reached over. She was nauseous and wanted to throw up. The vile taste in her mouth began to build as she sat up right again. What the fuck did she do last night? The only thing she remembers is kissing Niall and then wanting to kill him for kissing Stella. She unlocked her nearly dead phone and proceeded to figure out last night’s antics.

~~~~

Ginger locked her bedroom door and propped her desk chair under the metal knob. She felt the anger boil over in her. How could Niall kiss her and not even an hour later play tongue hockey with Stella on her couch. She let her guard down and made an irreversible decision that could and would ruin her relationship with Stella.

She twisted the top of the clear distilled liquor and brought the bottle to her lips: the liquid burning her throat as she chugged down the liquid courage. It set a fire in her belly that she would regret in the morning.

She began to strip and turned on her bluetooth speaker. She scrolled through her music before choosing a song that was so perfect, so hurtful that Niall would become angered himself, which Ginger devilishly smiled as she imagined him slamming the door shut and leaving her alone forever.

Don Healey pulsates through her speaker as he begins to sing: “You can't hide your lyin' eyes, and your smile is a thin disguise. I thought by now you'd realize there ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes.” Ginger stood in the middle of her room, chugging the tequila as her mind raced with an idea that would bring Devil shame. She stood in front of the mirror and put on her makeup-pale lips and golden eyes before she began to throw clothes from her drawers to find her black lace bralette and underwear that had garter belts attached at each thigh.

She sat on the floor and placed her phone on a stack of books before posing her body: hand on across her body, other hand touching her vagina, and her thighs raised high enough to cover herself from exposing her secret. The self timer clicked multiple times and when the flashes stopped, Ginger took another hard swallow of tequila before viewing them.

Her eyes grew wide as she took in her sexual deviance, biting her lip before sending one picture of her careful posed body to Niall.

But it wasn’t enough for Ginger. She felt angry. She wanted to hurt him like Niall did her. So she took off her bralette and began to take selfies of her naked top with only her arm covering her swollen nipples. She made faces that she knew only porn stars made and involuntarily shook as she sent a collection of them to someone who clouded her conscience; after all these years she still couldn’t tell what was right or wrong when it came to him.

Ginger sat on her bed as she waited for the comeback of both men. She wanted to see who was first-who wanted her more.

A row of heart eyes appear at the top of her messages before Daniel sends another message.

Wow still beautiful as ever. Fuck, I miss you

Ginger laughs to herself as she thinks, “Now you want me.” She sent back a quick response.

Miss you more, Danny.

Interrupting Ginger and Daniel’s conversation, Niall’s name pops up across her screen, forcing the texts to disappear. She rejects the call before reading Daniel’s response.

Wish Cali wasn’t so far away. I’d love to get my hands on you right now.

Ginger smiles wide as she takes another sip of alcohol and sends Daniel another picture of her bare chest. Their history together forces Ginger to begin to touch her sensitive nipples. The thought of Daniel kissing her makes her head swoon.

A ding from her phone pulls Ginger away from her fantasy.

We need to talk

You’re killing me ..

Niall sends his message one right after another, but instead of a response, Ginger leaves him on read before continuing her conversation with Daniel.

I wish you were hewe.

I’d suck yur dicc rigjt mow abd

Ginger feels the effects of the tequila and her head spins. Daniel texts again.

And what baby? What would you do?

“Tell you I’m still in love with you,” Ginger says aloud before laying down on her bed, her head far too heavy to hold up. It was then she texted Niall the one word that flashed across her mind.

Comdativle.

~~~~~

Three missed calls from Daniel and one hushed tone voice mail later, Ginger feels like death served on a stick. She had thrown up already but the guit ate at her. How could she do that with a married man? And with Niall as well? Ginger was on a downward spiral and she wanted nothing to do with her trail of bad decisions. She picked up her phone from her charging pad and dialed Niall’s number, the ringing tone blaring in her ear.

“Hey,” Niall sounds breathless and hushed.

“I fucked up.” Ginger spat before Niall could say another word. “I sent nudes to Daniel.”

“I di- you what? Isn’t he married?” Niall’s voice was concerned, but Ginger heard the hurt. “The same picture...you sent me?”

“That and more…” Ginger begins to cry as she feels her body forcibly hurt as if her body is teaching her a lesson. “I just…”

“Meet me the Griddle Cafe in thirty.” Niall cuts the phone call and Ginger, hungover, forces herself to get ready to face judgement.

~~~~

“What are we having?” the older waitress smiles at Niall and when she sees Ginger in her a hoodie drawn and sunglasses with only a few tangles of red curls poking out, she offers a look of condolence. “Late night?”

Niall smiles tenderly and orders red velvet pancakes for the both of them before leaning back and watching Ginger suffer in silence.

The cafe was loud and when Niall clanked the spoon against his cup when he was stirring his coffee, Ginger wanted to rip her head off her shoulders.

Niall begins to tap his thumbs and palms on the white granite table and it was when Ginger suddenly reached out to stop the unnecessary tapping that Niall finally spoke to her.

“So what did Dickwad have to say for himself?” He crosses his arms across the table before taking a sip of his coffee. Ginger groans as she takes her sunglasses off. She winces at the light, but she’s focused on the wad of paper from her straw to honor Niall’s question.

“I don’t know. Not much.” Ginger lies. Her eyes are swollen from the amount of crying she’s done from the thirty minute drive. Niall huffs before sitting his coffee down.

“Well that’s fuckin lie.” Niall says straight forward. His brow is pushed together and his lips are in a tight line. The crinkles in his eyes are light, but the sour look is prominent. “Anytime a girl sends nudes, a guy has somethin to say.”

“He misses me. And that he wanted his hands-” Niall thrusts a fist down on the table, making a sudden noise that makes a few onlookers stop. His face and ears are red and his breathing is fast. “You asked.”

“I- I don’t know what I wanted. The truth or for you to continue to lie to me.”

“Lie to you? Ha, that’s a joke. You lied to me. Said you wanted me. And after we kiss, you’re mouth fucking my cousin on MY couch.” Ginger’s head was spinning and she felt the need to vomit, but her anger was keeping her grounded.

“I tried breaking up with her.” Niall said, his tone harsh.

“How do you try to break up with someone? Either you do or you don’t. That simple.” Ginger folded her hands in her lap, squeezing them together to keep her rage in check.

“I was telling her that I’m happy and then she jumped on me; then you walked in.”

“And you sat there like an idiot.”

“Idiot?” Niall half laughed, “I’m not the one who sent their nudes to their married ex.” Ginger stands, her eyes filling with tears.

“Ya know, I don’t have to take this. You wanted to talk, but all we’re doing is arguing.” The waitress walks up bringing the two their breakfast. An awkward glance later, Ginger is sitting down poking her food with her fork.

“You can’t expect good things to come out of doing stupid shit, Gin.” Niall said before taking a bite of the red pancake. “You got to think things through.”

Ginger sits in silence and realizes that Niall is right.

“I’m sorry.” Ginger says as she pushes her plate away from her. The sight and smell of food nauseate her. “I wasn’t thinking. I was just...mad.”

“I’m sorry too,” Niall reaches over the table and cups Ginger’s free hand-his touch feels like fire and Ginger wants to be burned alive.

~~~~~

Ginger hears a faint knocking on her door. She’s sitting in bed trying to find the courage to finally face Stella and here was her moment.

Stella’s head pops between the barrier and asks, “You okay?” Ginger nods and Stella opens the door further to welcome herself in. She sits on Ginger’s bed and places her hand on Ginger’s knee. Emotions and comforting others are not Stella’s strongest attributes, but when it counts, Stella tries.

“Anything you want to talk about?” Here was Ginger’s chance to finally be free of the guilt and the secrets. For her to finally come out and say what needed to be said; to get rid of the wall between them that was Niall Horan.

But courage failed her and she shook her head. She sat there full of guilt and secrets and words that will never be spoken. The wall was still there.

“Well if you need me, you know where to find me.” Stella quickly kisses Ginger on the forehead before leaving the room. Closing the door, Ginger pulls her phone out from under her covers and replies back to Niall.

Tomorrow then?

~~~~~~~~

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strawberryslutt · 3 years

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• NSFW (erotica 18+ up only!!!) •

The Star-Crossed Lovers:

The bar was inanely loud. There were lights flashing and rock music playing. My friends and I decided to have a couple drinks on a Friday evening. I knew they wanted to also get into some woman’s pants as well. We ended up at the bar. Drunk people asking the bartender for different types of concoctions I have never even heard before. I just decided to have a couple tequila shots. As I take each shot one by one, the liquor sliding down my throat, burning but it feeling so good. It started to get insanely hot in the bar.

My friends decided to dance with these chicks that came together. They were attractive but they looked the same. One had long, light blonde hair with blue eyes. Her figure was slim but had a nice curvy backside as well as B cup breasts. They were sitting perfectly in her tight body-con dress which was all black. The other girl with medium length medium to dark blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her figure was a lot more curvy, her butt was the perfect round size for one of my hands and her breasts were practically falling out off her top. She was very attractive. Of course, both of my friends were drooling over the both of them, who wouldn’t. Although, them being very attractive, they were not my type. I was watching my friends devour these two women with their eyes. I could tell they were going to fuck them.

I was still over at the bar, the music still blaring in my ears because I was close to the speaker. Then among the chaos; laughter, yelling, and music, I saw her. She was sitting at a table with a couple of her friends but it looked like they all had boyfriends. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She had shoulder length hair that was golden blonde. It was glimmering due to the lights above. Her eyes were golden brown. She was wearing a tight black top and a red leather skirt. It hugged her perfectly. She was curvy yes, but not like the media portrays. She had big breasts too, that were perfect in the tight top she was wearing. As well as having a juicy backside and thick thighs that my face would enjoy being in between. I was undressing her with my eyes when she saw I was looking at her... I was not being creepy, I hope. She looked at me and she blushed. Her friends looked like they were going to end up ripping each other’s clothes off right then and there. I looked a quick second away and the woman was gone. Gosh, I will never forget her ethereal beauty though. Then that’s when I realized my friends fucking left me. They are seriously having sex with these chicks. I swear they get pussy all the time. I sit there in silence when I hear a voice and turn. It is her. The woman from across the bar. She sticks out her hand. She has a French tip manicure, her hands are quite small compared to mine.

She then says “I am Maia.. what is your name?”

I stick out my hand and say “Alex...Nice to meet you Maia”.

She then smiles and says “I saw you were looking at me from across the bar”.

I blush... “Hey, I did not mean for it to be weird.. I am sorry’.

She speaks, “I found it to be a compliment. I do not get attention from men often”.

I laugh because I’m relieved “Oh...goodness.. I was scared that I made you uncomfortable...”

We sit there in silence as she then voices to me in my ear as a low whisper, “Wanna get out of here?”

I could feel my checks getting red and my cock getting hard in my pants. She grabs my hand and leads me out the bar door.

We end up finding an Uber to go back to her place. Her apartment is in downtown. The Uber drives us and the tension between us is off the charts. The driver as well could tell we were lusting for each other.

Her thighs squeezing together hiding her wetness. My hard cock rubbing against my jeans.

The Uber drops us finally. She finds her keys and opens the door. It is very put together in fact. The walls were a slate gray and she had little succulents around her apartment. I say to myself how it is adorable. She also has Himalayan salt lamps and crystals as well. Her apartment is so aesthetically pleasing like herself.

She then speaks and says to me “I have never had sex but I would like to try.. with you....”

I am shocked at her words.

Then I could feel myself getting hot again as she starts kissing me softly. I kiss back but this time, with a dominant force as her tongue slides in my mouth. Her hands grab my face and my hands are around her waist. She then stops and licks my neck and she bites me a little with her canines. I moan a little and she goes harder.

I end up saying as she continued kissing and licking my neck, “You...are.. quite... the experienced person considering you have not done anything..”

I moan a little due to my erection bulging through my pants and her luscious lips on my neck. I cannot imagine how heavenly they would feel around my cock.

She speaks, “Just because I have never been fucked, does not mean I do not know how to give someone a good time”.

I smirk then I realize we are still in the main area. Then I look at her and she grabs my arm and leads me to her bedroom. She is very short compared to me and I throw her onto the bed. She shrieks and I laugh while drinking her sight in.

I get on top of her, kissing her passionately and our tongues intertwine together. I smirk again as she moans into my mouth. She is a very needy one, I like it.

I end up going down her neck and bite her a bit with my canines, as she did to me. She moans and grabs the sheets below us.

She still has her clothes on as I go to take them off, she stops me. I look into her eyes with worry.

She then smiles at me and states “I want to taste you..”

She switches positions with me so that she is on top of me.

She looks at me with lust in her eyes as she unzips my trousers. Then after, she takes off my boxers. My cock hits my abdomen. She quickly starts to lick my cock. I lay back and moan in ecstasy from her warm tongue on my cock. She goes deeper down my shaft, even gently squeezes my balls as her mouth slides up and down my shaft.

Hearing the wet sounds of her mouth on my cock and her just instantly sucking me, is driving me over the edge...

I feel like I am going to cum as she goes deeper near my balls. The motions with her tongue are just oh so stimulating for me..

I moan even more.. “Fuck... baby.. I am going to cum..”

She does not pull away and I shoot ropes of my hot cum down her throat and swallows.

“Such a good girl’”.. I say and she smiles at me, blushing..

I push her back to where she was before, on her back..

She is still clothed, I take off her tight top and leather skirt...

She is just in a black lace lingerie set, her nipples poking out of her bra..

I stare at her lustfully, drinking in every single part of her. Her intoxicating smell arousing me even more so.

I rip off both her panties and bra... She is shocked again as I go down between her legs and lick up and down her folds slowly..

She moans and grabs the sheets... I then lick her clit. I add a finger into her pussy, she’s so tight holy fuck. I cannot wait to feel her on my cock.. a wet, whimpering hot mess...

I then add another and she’s crying out grabbing my head...

“more...” she says...

I go deeper in her folds. Her wetness coating my tongue. I could tell she was close. She was flowing like a waterfall..

“I am going to cum...” She is a moaning mess and I want her to be like that when I am fucking her..

“Oh yes Alex... mmm fuck yes” As I lick up her juices once more.

I am hanging over and I flip her over so she’s on top of me.

“wait.... do you have a condom..?” She states looking worried.

“Yes I do, hold on...”

I get the condom and slide it onto my shaft..

I look at her again with serious intent... “Is this what you want baby?”

She smiles and says “Yes I do”...

I slide into her. She whimpers from me stretching her out, closing her eyes. I forgot she has never had cock before. I ease up into her and kiss her lips to relieve her of the pain.

I put my hands on her ass as she begins riding my thick cock.

My eyes roll out into the back of my head and I starting groaning..”fuck baby you take my cock so well..”

She is a moaning mess on top of me, her big, beautiful breasts in my face.

I could feel her getting closer... I wanna be taking her in completely as we both cum.

I flip her over so now I am on top. I am able to get full deep strokes this way... Fuck she feels so good on my cock. I want to cum so bad.

I kiss her passionately while fucking her tight, wet cunt. She is so close now. My face buried into her neck, I bite her a it as I go deeper into her wet pussy.

Her nails are scratching up and down my back. The pain stings and I bleed a little. I do like pain though. I then thrust even harder into her cunt and she bites down onto my shoulder.

“Fuck... that feels so good baby... do that again”.

I thrust into her wetness even faster and she bites down.. I bleed again and she licks the bite mark...

I feel like I’m coming undone... She does something to me...

I fuck her relentlessly and she wraps her legs around my waist so I can do deeper... I decide to choke her a tad, just enough so she knows who is in charge.

I look into her eyes as she moans even louder... This woman is unreal.

I bite her neck and she whimpers to the pain but she moans and grows more wet...

“Fuck you are such a good little slut, even when you are being bad. I am not going to punish you now but later”.

“Fuck I am going to cum....” She says digging her nails into my back...

“You can cum now baby, I am giving you permission”.

I could feel her squirt onto my cock and it felt so good. I felt I was unraveling soon after.

“I am cumming... holy fuck...” I say as I continue pounding her tight pussy.

I fall on top of her as she squirts onto my cock once more... My seed spilling into the condom.

I kiss her, “Next time you have to behave yourself.. got that baby?”

She kisses me back and we end up in a blissful sleep.

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I put a spell on you (m)

drabble/short story

◦ pairing: Jimin | reader (ft. Namjoon)

◦ genre: halloween themed, smut

◦ word count: 3.7k

◦ warnings: sexual themes, dry humping, dirty talk

◦ abstract: Your best friend managed to convince you to go to the Beta Tau Sigma Halloween party and things get an interesting turn...

Never, in your most crazy dreams, you’ve imagined you’d fell in love with Park Jimin. The greatest playboy in town.

This is going to sound cliché, but you are a normal girl. You have good grades. You never break the curfew. You enjoyed going to parties (although you hated crowds) but never got wasted enough to do indecencies. You were good. But that didn’t matter when Jimin allured you to not fuck him not once, but twice. Like you were under a spell. Maybe that’s the same reason you accepted being his fuck buddy for the last 3 months until feelings got in between and you decided to end things for good.

"You are crazy if you think I'll go to that party."

"Oh, come on!"

"No," you repeat, glaring at your best friend, Lisa.

"Please, ___. It's just one party. It's The Halloween party. You know Beta Tau Sigma throws the best parties. You can't let a certain blonde guy affect your social life!"

"He has nothing to do with it. I’m just not in the mood..."

“Right,” she gives the ‘I don’t believe your bullsh%t look’.

“Okay, fine. I don’t want to see him.”

She tsks. "You can't just avoid him your whole life," she points out. She dishes up the scrambled eggs she made for breakfast and hands you your cup of coffee.

"Not my whole life. Only until we graduate and I don't need to see him again." Yeah, you know you sound kind of pathetic.

"Sweetie, it is a Beta Tau Sigma party. There will be hundreds of people. You could meet a cute guy, dance a little, have some booze and get laid. You'll forget that blonde by the end of the week!"

Lisa has a point. Since you ended things, he is the only thing you could think about. You are a breakdown away to go nuts. After the ‘breakup’, you kept yourself busy with a personal project. But now that you have finished it, you desperately need a distraction. The party indeed offers it, but then again it is a party at his frat house. He will be there and you are not sure if you are ready to see him again. In the end, you accept, because no one says 'no' to Lisa and you need to forget Park Jimin.

It took you all morning and half of the noon to find the perfect costume. You and Lisa arrive at the Beta Tau Sigma frat house around eight. You are not surprised it is already packed with people. Seeing many people having fun and the music blasting from the inside makes you buzz with both excitement and anxiety.

“What are you wearing again?” Lisa asks you and you do your best not to roll your eyes. You both are walking towards the main entrance.

“I told you earlier, I am K/DA Akali. You know, from the videogame.”

“Right, I’m sorry,” she giggles. You know Lisa is not very fond of video games.

“Why didn’t you put on the angel costume? You look bomb with that.”

You blush a little with that, “Thank you but I used it last year…”

Your friend is dressed as Gamora. It was a pain in the ass to help her paint her upper body green, but she looks stunning.

Your friend’s inquisitive eyes scan you one last time, “Well, you look bomb with this one, too.”

“Well, I am not using it because I look bomb; I am using it because she is my…. Nevermind.”

Your friend stopped paying attention to your conversation the moment the both of you entered the front door and saw Jung Hoseok, a mutual friend, waving at you. She isn’t even trying to hide her crush on him. Not a little. She flew immediately to greet him. You couldn’t blame her. Hobi looks handsome dressed as Leon Kennedy. With a smile, you follow after her.

A bunch of your friends are hanging out near the kitchen and Hoseok gently poured drinks for you and Lisa. Then, he kidnapped her to the improvised dance floor with the biggest of smiles. They look cute together. You like Hoseok. He is one of the fewest boys at the frat who is genuinely gentle and friendly. Before leaving, Lisa winks at you as if saying 'It's your turn to look out for your man" and she runs holding Hoseok's hand before you could even glare at her.

You glance at your male friends. First, there was Seokjin. An art and theater major. He is really, really handsome. The type to make your knees weak every time he smiles at you. The bad thing is he has the tendency to date his co-stars and has an ego bigger than this house. So, he was a 'no'.

Then, there is Yoongi. A music production major. He is the mysterious handsome; the type to not let anything out (or anyone in) until he trusted you enough. He's been dating one of your closest friends for over a year.

And there is Hoseok, of course.

For the next couple of hours, you hang out with your friends; chatting, drinking, even having a couple of rounds of Beer Pong. Nothing out of the ordinary. After a while, Lisa dragged you to the dance floor. You are not very good at dancing but you don't care. It is fun and you are with your friends.

You are already a little tipsy and maybe that is one of the reasons you accidentally bump into someone, spilling the contents of his cup in the process, thirty minutes later.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!"

"Nah, don't worry. This is probably a sign to stop drinking tequila," he jokes and you can't help but laugh. He's cute. The dim light of the room doesn't let you see how he looks like but his voice is deep and sultry. "I'm Namjoon. Are you all alone in here?"

Your eyes go slightly wide and you just hope he didn't notice. How you managed to meet the leader of the fraternity beats you. Then you remember Lisa's words and the whole purpose of coming to this party in the first place.

"I'm ___ and no, my friends are…" When you turn around, Lis and Hoseok are gone. "...nowhere to be seen."

He chuckles, "Do you want something to drink?" He offers with a smile.

What’s the worst that could happen?

You shrug. "Yeah."

10 minutes later, you are both in the kitchen.

"So, let me tell you: I admire how you manage to lead 30 young men where many of them only care about how many times can they get their dicks wet,” you wiggle your brows and lean your arms against the counter.

Namjoon laughs out loud and your chest swells with pride.

"Yeah, it is hard most of the times but they have become my family. My brothers. I’ll do anything for them."

“That’s so sweet,” you comment with a smile. Now that you can look at him properly, you notice how handsome he is: tall, ashy brown hair, dimpled smile…

“What about you? What is your major?” he asks as he poured another drink for you. “Do you want tequila? or do you prefer something else?”

“Tequila is fine,” you reply. “I’m majoring in graphic design. My biggest dream is to design and create video games.”

“Wow! That’s so cool!” he exclaims, displaying his dimples. He handed you your drink and you take a small sip. “I hope you can achieve your dream.”

You look at your hands so you can hide your blushing. “Thank you. What about you?”

Suddenly, the kitchen gets packed with people looking for something to drink. Namjoon, to your surprise, notices your discomfort right away.

“Do you want to go someplace quieter?”

You nod and follow him out of the room. He leads you through the house. You've been a lot of times at the frat house, but Namjoon leads you through a hallway you've never seen before. He opens a pair of mahogany doors and what you see inside surprises you.

It looks like what you've imagined a secret society room would look like. Inside, you visualize a decent amount of people. Between 20 and 30 in comparison to the hundreds of people outside. There is a pool table in the corner and enough liquor in the minibar to satisfy everyone in the room.

"I couldn't help but notice your costume. Is that… Akali?"

Wait...

Your face illuminates as a Christmas tree. "You recognized it."

He chuckles and takes a sip of his drink as he takes a sit in one of the many couches.

"Well. One of my frat brothers is obsessed with video games. So I knew I saw her somewhere."

You nod. You know exactly who he is talking about.

"Jeon Jungkook. My Nemesis. Smart and talented, but he is not going to get my scholarship."

He laughs at your outburst and god, you love his laugh. It is then when you notice he is wearing a costume too. You were too busy drooling over his good looks earlier.

"And you are…?"

He is dressed like a Victorian boy but you don't recognize if he is supposed to be a famous character or not.

"I am Shakespeare! Or at least, I am supposed too."

You face-palm internally.

"Is that weird? I wasn't planning on showing at the party but my roommate convinced me. This was the only costume I had…" He scratches the back of his neck.

"No! You look good!"

He smiles shyly, "Thank you."

For the next hour, you discover it is so easy to talk to him. The conversation flows smoothly as if he is an old friend you’ve not seen in ages instead of a stranger you just met. It is like you could tell him anything. It turns out Namjoon majors in Literature, which explains the choice of his costume. You could discuss with him any topic. Literally. First, you start to talk about movies, and it ends deciding each other's top five based on argument, character, actors, and directors. Then, the topic changes to music and Namjoon confesses his biggest dream: being a lyricist. Then, the topic changes to Global Warming (god knows why), which leads to a Namjoon's speech about how we help the planet more not having kids rather than just recycling.

Another thing Namjoon was really good? Kissing. You know it the moment your lips attached to his. Or his lips attached to yours? At this point, you don't know who kissed who first and you don't care.

He starts slow, tasting the waters. There is no rush. You are content with the way his lips brush gently against yours. He is intoxicating. He tastes bittersweet, the combination of liquor and soda.

You are merely conscious about the song playing in the background but you swear you'll remember the lyrics forever.

But darling just kiss me slow, Your heart is all I own…

At some point, you end up sitting on his lap. The mood between you two changes. You start to caress the nape of his neck, running your fingers through his soft hair from time to time. He starts to massage the exposed skin of your thigh, sending tingles all over your body.

"Do you want to take this to somewhere more… private?" He asks, his voice deeper than before.

"I'd love that," you already feel the excitement starting to feel your veins. But of course. Your body also has to embarrass yourself in front of the handsome man. "Don't laugh, okay? But I need to go to the bathroom first."

Of course, your body chooses this exact moment to pee.

He starts chuckling, his whole body vibrating underneath you. "I swear is not just an excuse to run away," you promise him. Your cheeks are burning.

"You are sure something else," he murmurs against your neck. "Okay. I'll wait for you here."

Once you finished your business inside the bathroom, something really strange happened. Just as quickly as you opened the door, someone enters the room (as if they were waiting for the perfect opportunity to do so) and avoids your escape.

Your heart starts hammering rapidly inside your chest.

“Wait!” you yell. “Let me out first you perv!”

The newcomer doesn’t pay any attention to you and closes the door.

“I am going to call the police, you-! ... Jimin!?” you can’t believe what your eyes are seeing. “You scared the hell out of me, you idiot!” You punch him in the arm with all the force you can muster.

"Ouch!" He exclaims as he rubs his arm. "I wanted to talk to you but you have had company all the time!"

"Why you didn't come to me in the first place like normal people do!" You yelled again.

"I don't know. I panicked, okay? You've been avoiding me since summer and I didn't know what else to do…"

You sigh, trying to calm your nerves. You take the opportunity to look at him. He looks handsome on his pirate costume. With his leather tight jeans, white shirt, and boots. But that's something Jimin always does –he will always look handsome.

"What do you want, Jimin?" You finally ask him.

"I miss you," he confesses looking straight to your eyes and making you gulp. “I miss us. I miss what we had… Why did you leave?”

He takes a few steps forward, dangerously close to you. Instinctively, you take a step back. If he touches you, you are doomed. You are weak when it comes to him.

“I-I wanted something more and we both know you can’t and don’t want that. Compromise. Strings.”

Your words sound bitter and you don’t know with whom you are angrier: with Jimin because he made you fall in love with him or with yourself because you fell with a player in the first place.

“Didn’t you miss me?” his voice is low.

“No,” to your surprise your voice doesn't quiver. He knows you are lying. He knows you too well.

“You are lying,” a little smirk appears on his lips. He is so used to be desired. He takes another step closer to you. To your misfortune, your back is already pressing the wooden door of the bathroom. There’s no escape and he is so so close. His face is mere inches away from yours. His breath brushes the skin of your lips.

“I’ll ask again. Did you miss me?”

He doesn’t wait for your response though. He is already kissing you. Jimin is good at this. He knows how to brush his lips against yours with enough force to make your head spin and your knees turn to jelly. He knows the amount of time he needs to wait before he can leak his way inside the crevice of your sweet lips, taking your breath away.

“You look stunning with your costume,” he whispers against your lips. To prove his point, his fingers caressed the exposed skin of your abdomen. You shudder at the sensation. His hands snake down your legs and he lifts you. You instinctively place both legs around his waist and you both sigh when his half-hard member touches your clothed core.

“Ah, I can feel you are already wet. Is it for me only or you’ve been having fun with another man?” He tugs your earlobe with his teeth.

“What I do or don’t do with other people is not of your business.”

“Hmm, is that so?”

He squeezes your ass with both hands as he thrust his hips hard into yours. You tug the locks of his blonde hair as you moan softly against his lips. You hate the control he has over your body. He drives you crazy.

“Then why are you here with me instead of going back with your friend?” You hate to admit it but right now the only thing you can think of is Jimin and how good he is making you feel.

“Shut up,” you say before tugging him by the neck and attaching his lips with yours.

This time, the kiss is more sloppy. Hungry. Teeth clashing, tongues fighting over dominance. Licking and biting. His hips keep rolling into yours.

“I’ve missed this so much,” he whispers against your neck, biting and kissing the spot that makes you moan loudly. “I miss how your sweet and wet cunt feels against my cock. How you moan underneath me when I hit spots inside of your no one else can. How hard your walls squeeze my dick every time I make you cum. I bet you’ve missed that, too.”

He builds a merciless pace, rubbing his member against your core hard and fast. It doesn’t matter you both are still with your clothes on. You can feel everything. Until now, you’ve never thought you’d be into dry humping. You didn’t see the point in that. But Jimin is good at anything and he exceeds any expectations.

“Moan for me, baby. I want to hear you,” Jimin murmurs as his lips start a trail down your neck. Jimin knows you are not that vocal. That’s why he loves every time he makes you scream his name.

He pushes your jacket aside to expose your shoulders. He licks and bites the skin there before arriving at your chest. With one finger, he moves down your top so he can have some fun with one of his favorites of your body.

You are so wet right now that your underwear is ruined. At some point, you start to meet his hip-thrust with yours midway. He is hitting all the right spots. Even your clit is having some delicious friction. Your hands find purchase on his hair, tugging the locks hard every time he bites hard your sensitive nipples.

His warm hands are resting on your waist, his fingers caressing the soft skin. His hips rolling against yours. His lips and teeth attacking your chest. Everything is making the knot inside your belly get tighter and tighter.

“Jimin, please don’t s-stop. I-I’m going to cum soon…” you manage to say between ragged breaths.

He kisses you hungrily one last time, putting all his energy on his hips to make you fall over the edge. It only takes another hot minute before you do so. Spams overtake your body as you see starts behind your eyelids. You dig your nails into his scalp and he grunts. Jimin rolls his hips harder against your own. You bite your lower lip to avoid moaning too loud. You are in the frat bathroom where anyone could here you. And you didn’t lock the door! You stay in the same position while you calm down. Then, Jimin helps you until you can stand properly. Your legs are still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You even sit in the toilet to regain your breath.

It takes the rest of the toilet paper and half an hour to clean yourself up. You look yourself in the mirror. Your pupils are still blown, your cheeks are flushed and your lips bruised with so many kissing. Your hair is a mess and your hat is somewhere on the floor.

“The reason I wanted to talk to you is…” Jimin starts behind you, rather shyly. “I want to be with you.”

His voice is too low you don’t think you heard him right. You stop arranging your makeup to turn around and look at him with wide eyes.

“What?”

“I want to be with you,” he repeats, louder. You haven’t seen him like that before. He seems… worried that you’d turn him down. Men like him don’t deal with rejection many times in his life.

“Why?”

"B-because I can't stop thinking about you. About us. And I-" he's having a hard time getting the right words to say. "You are not going to help me with this, do you?" Jimin runs a hand through his hair, frustrated.

You shake your head and lean against the sink, giggling. It is something new seeing him like this. Park Jimin, a man of words, is speechless in front of you. It is kind of cute. You clear your throat. You need to get serious.

“Jimin, a relationship is not a game. You can’t run away when things get difficult; or when you find a prettier or hotter girl. A relationship is a commitment.”

He takes your hands in his, “I understand that. Call me crazy, but I feel like what we had was everything but just physical. I felt like I could talk to you about anything and you wouldn’t judge. Like I could be myself in front of you instead of the persona I built for other people. I liked how that felt. I am willing to stop the games, the lies, and the one-night-stands if that means I have an opportunity to be with you.”

“Are you talking seriously? You want that?”

“Yeah.”

You try to look at any sign that could tell you he’s lying. But you find any. A part of you feels like you’ll end being heartbroken. But another part of you is willing to take the risk. Brave ones probably don’t live that long, but cautious don’t live at all.

You just hope you won’t regret your decision.

“Okay.”

“Really?”

He pulls you to give you a soft peck as a big smile spreads across his face. The type that makes his eyes turn into beautiful crescent moons.

“Really.”

He holds you tight. “What you have done to me?”

“I put a spell on you,” you joke and you both chuckle.

You give him a peck before opening the bathroom door.

“Wait! Where are you going?”

“I need to apologize to someone first,” you answer. “But we can meet at your room in 20... for round two.” You wink.

His bright smile is the last thing you see before you close the door behind you.

TO BE CONTINUED?

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