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luvwestwood · 3 months
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"Thank You For Your Service" - Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna
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4,341 words.
warnings. nsfw, firemen! toji/sukuna, food-play, oral sex, p in v, mildly dubious con, double penetration, unprotected sex, throat fucking, rough play/sex, praising kink, creampie, degradation/dumbification (slut, whore)
notes. as an owner of your own independent bakery, you deliver your local firemen some sweet treats as a 'thanks' for their service. although a few of the men at the station decide to have a little fun with you. aka toji and sukuna fuck you silly and stuff you with their cum like a profiterole. also this has been in my draft for ages and I wanted to post it before I get back to classes 😭💀
banner cred. @/yunonoai on twt/ig
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After successfully balancing the cash register, you glance over to the clock on the wall that reads sharply, '4:30' in the afternoon.
The rest of the staff, aka the young students you've hired to work in your bakery were long gone, as you had let them off quite early today.
You walked over to the display fridges to see what's remained of the cakes from today. As expected, there were a good few things left such as profiteroles and small dessert cakes.
"Mmm, maybe I should give these to the firemen down at the station."
You smiled as you came up with the sustainable idea to gift the local fire station a box of sweet treats as a thank you for their service. I mean, who wouldn't want free cakes?
You hummed as you tied the pink ribbon over the box. Hopefully you put enough in there, you knew that those working at the fire station were hardworking people, so they needed a lot to refuel.
Glancing to the clock again, only fifteen minutes have passed. You decided it was time to make your way to the fire station. You made sure everything was left prepared for the opening staff tomorrow. Grabbing your coat from the staff room, you took the rest of your belongings, and the nicely wrapped box, making your way to the fire station.
The walk wasn't long, as the station was only located down the avenue. They put the station in a place to make sure it was accessible for everyone. It was convenient for you at this moment too.
Coming to the front of the fire station, you were met with the garage shutters open. You weren't sure if you should just walk in through there, or go around to the visitors entrance. The lights were on though, and you could hear a faint chatter coming from the inside.
Deciding to take a peek, you could see two men sitting in chairs and talking, which you assumed were the firemen on duty today.
You couldn’t really make out their faces, but you could tell one had coral hair, the other, a dark black. At the same time, you mentally slapped yourself for freezing in one spot, wondering why you were unable to move.
Your eyes scanned their bodies, the muscular physique they owned had only been complimented by the fitted navy shirt they were wearing. You could tell both had put in the work at the gym. For once, you wished you were in a burning building right now.
Suddenly, the coral haired man looked in your direction, and by now you could make out some strange tattoos on his face. You gasp, startled at the fact he had caught you staring for awhile like some idiot. Curious, the raven haired man turns his head as well, and speaks.
"Well.. what do we have here?" he continued, "You lost, doll?" his voice so deep, it only went straight through your ears, down to your pussy.
By now, you had the attention of the two men, and it sort of felt belittling in a way. Part of you wanted to turn around and leave, as if nothing happened. Or maybe you could act like you walked into the wrong place.
Gulping, you clutched onto the corners of the box out of nervousness. "No.. I work at the local bakery down the block. I came here to uhm...” Your voice trails off, you had forgotten what to say.
The coral haired one butts into the conversation.
"Oh Toji, you've made her all nervous. She's so soft spoken now." He motions his hand for you to come closer, the so called 'Toji' rolling his eyes at what the other had said.
Hesitant, you stepped through the garage entrance, now hearing it close behind you as you walked closer to the two men. I guess there’s no turning back now..
You still didn't know what the coral haired one was called.
As you finally stood in front of them, they respectfully did the same, standing from the chairs they were just on.
Your stomach churned as you noticed the difference between your heights, the men now towering over you had only made the nauseous feeling worse. It had caused you to look up at them, like some lost puppy. Am I really this sex deprived?
You could have sworn that you felt something purr down there as the so-called Toji crosses his arms, his massive biceps on show. His navy fitted shirt practically sculpted over his muscles.
Begging to get out of this place that made it more difficult to withstand each minute, you spoke first.
“I work at the bakery down the street,” you continued after a breath, “..and I just wanted to give you these goodies as a thank you for your service to this city.”
Wanting to compensate for discomforting you earlier, Toji speaks. “Ain’t that sweet? S’kuna, take the box and put it behind me on the table.”
Sukuna, gently takes the box from your grasp. You felt your face warm up as his more bigger, calloused hands made contact with yours. He smiled at you, possibly for a silent thanks. You couldn't help but do the same.
Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you blushed. Flattered that these men were praising you. “Oh, it’s nothing really..” you slowly took a step back. “Anyways, I better get going.”
Toji had only kept his eyes on you, as if he were to devour you at any moment. Leaning against the table behind him, Toji didn't dare to look at anything else in the garage. Sukuna was busy on the other hand, toying with the pink ribbon on the box.
“..Leavin’ already? Isn't that a shame, I thought that you yourself came with these desserts.” Toji snickered, looking at Sukuna behind his shoulder for a response.
Your lashes fluttered, in utter shock you were speechless.
Sukuna, could only laugh at Toji’s cheeky joke that was laced with filth. His own eyes watched you as he sucked the cake’s cream off his fingertips.
Awkwardly laughing, you brush off what just happened. “..I really.. need to get going. I have a bus to catch.” You lied, thinking that it would be able to get you out of here.
“C’mon, it’s not everyday we get the opportunity to share these cakes with a pretty girl. Right, ‘kuna?”
“Yeah, today’s our lucky day.” Sukuna hums, his sentence ending with a smirk.
Biting your lip, you thought about it for a moment. I mean, there wouldn’t be anything else for you to do as soon as you come home.
You knew you were going to regret this, but part of you wanted to stay. I mean, what could go wrong? “Mmm, okay fine, I guess I have a few minutes to spare..”
Toji grins, the scar on his mouth moving with his lips as you walk back closer to the two. "I promise, we'll make the most of it."
He stands back from the table, casually grabbing you by the waist and swiftly setting you atop the table as if you were a doll. You could only hiccup, taken aback by his sudden gesture. You immediately tug down on your skirt due to it rising up just now.
Flustered and warm, you made the sensible decision to take off your coat. Toji only takes it from your possession, setting the coat down on a chair nearby.
Your legs dangled off the edge of the table, slowly swinging back and forth, taking a few breaths to calm your nerves as you watch the men’s next move.
Toji stood in front, facing you, almost between your legs as he reached over to the box of desserts on your right side, grabbing one of the few cream cakes.
Sukuna on the other hand, makes small talk with you. “You make these yourself, beautiful?”
“Oh no, not just by myself. I have a few other staff at my bakery who of course help out.”
He nods slowly in approval, wiping the rest of the ganache off his hands using the pants of his cargo overalls.
You bit your lip, asking a sudden question out of curiosity . “Can I ask, where’s the rest of your crew?.. Is it just you two?”
Toji, busy taking a bite of the cake rolls his eyes. “That doesn’t matter right now,” the question stays unanswered as he changed topics, “God, the cream in this- whatever the fuck this is- tastes great. What you call these again?”
"It's called a profiterole," You watched as Toji took a huge bite, licking the cream off the corners of his mouth.
He uses his finger to swipe a small dollop of the cake’s cream onto his fingertips, bringing it closer to your mouth.
“Here, try it for yourself, It’s the best thing I’ve had.”
Does he expect me to suck it off his finger just like that..?
You knew better, this man was a stranger. Should you really be going around casually sucking on men's fingers? “Oh, I don’t know if I should-”
“Don’t leave me hangin’ doll! creams gonna slide off my finger..”
You shyly gabbed onto his hand, sucking the cream off his fingertip. Toji would be lying if he said that a tent didn’t just form in his cargos. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, begging to come out.
"'Atta girl.." Toji purred as he felt your hot mouth wrap around his finger.
He could only imagine what it would be like if you were to suck your own juices off his fingers after they had just been inside you.
This whole time, Sukuna was quietly watching everything unfold. He could feel a tinge of jealousy wash through him, angered at the fact that Toji was all handsy with you, and poor Sukuna couldn’t get a turn.
His index finger left your lips with a pop, his eyes never leaving yours. You heard Sukuna shuffle around with the box, his footsteps coming close to both where you and Toji were.
He gently pushed Toji aside, and unfortunately the raven haired sex fanatic took offense to that, Toji stabbing daggers into the back of Sukuna's head as he replaced his spot.
You shivered as Sukuna slithered his one hand onto your bare leg, the other hand holding another one of the cakes.
"How 'bout you share this one with me? Say ahh.." He brings the cake closer to your face, your face heating up from his hand slowly caressing the velvety skin on your thigh.
You grabbed onto his hand to stop it, "I'm really full, thank you th-"
Sukuna's hand suddenly moved down to your chest, smearing cake all over your blouse. The rest of the cake falling onto your skirt.
You jittered as you felt the cold cream manage to dribble down your sternum behind the fabric, a high pitch gasp escaping your lips out of discomfort.
"Oh my.." he continued with a devilish grin, "My hand slipped."
You gasped, your blouse now all ruined with red velvet cake and buttercream. "It's.. okay.. I'm heading home anyways."
"No, no-“ Toji behind him stepped in, "We gotta do something about that."
You tried to reassure them; using your hands as support to try hop off the table, "Guys, I promise it's nothing seriou-" but unfortunately Sukuna grabs the side of your thighs, setting you back on the table.
"Yeah no," thinking, Sukuna crosses his arms. "We gotta take that top off. In fact, take everything off."
Toji smirked, and let out a laugh. "I agree,"
Sukuna's large hands reached for the buttons of your blouse, pulling the top apart, the remaining fragments thrown to the other side of the garage.
The tiny buttons fly everywhere as you wince at the sight that unfolded before your eyes. You were able to see the evident change in the two men's demeanor as their eyes landed on the black lacy bra that was now on show.
"Ah-" Sukuna cooed, "She got some between her tits. Get this girl some tissue."
Toji walked around the garage in search of a tissue roll, and you watched him like a hawk, using your arms to cover your chest. "Can't seem to find any 'round here.."
Unable to form a sentence, you gape your mouth open at Toji, then to Sukuna.
"Well that's too bad.." he reaches for your arms, pulling them apart to expose your cake-stained chest back to him. “I wouldn’t mind licking it off.”
“Wait- I don’t think that’s-“ you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this badly right now.
“Shh…” His hands snake down your chest to your abdomen, gently pushing you to lie against the table.
Your nipples go hard due to the contact of your back with the table’s cold surface, luckily they weren’t able to see that.
You felt as Sukuna’s wet tongue touches your stomach, slowly gliding up towards your cleavage that was stained with cream. You gasp, a breathy moan escaping your lips. That was enough to tell them both that you wanted this as much as they did.
You immediately grab onto his hair, and you could feel the smirk form against your skin.
You heard Toji’s footsteps come closer to your side of the table, he was suspiciously quiet for the time being.
Sukuna would only look up at you as he licked off the creamy residue all over your chest. The warmth from his tongue was ticklish, but this scene arousing enough to have a pool form between your legs.
“Think we gotta take this tiny skirt off too..” you felt him roughly grab on your skirt to slide it off, but not strong enough to rip it apart.
You could only clamp your thighs together, as the rest of your garments were stripped of you, the outcome being you all flustered that you were so exposed in-front of the two men.
Sukuna uses his hand to force your legs open, his head moving between your legs.
Until you felt another pair of hands clutch onto your panties and- rip!
You shudder as your bare pussy was met with the cold air of the garage, hoping to feel Sukuna’s warm, wet mouth but you were mistaken.
It was more cake.
Toji had smeared a Victoria-sponge dangerously below your lower abdomen.
Toji could only palm himself through his pants as he watches Sukuna devour the cake that was making its way towards your clit.
His tongue made its way to your dripping hole, slowly fucking into you back and forth.
“T-that feels.. so good..” you breathe out, Sukuna’s cock straining against the fabric of his pants as he heard this.
Unable to watch anymore, Toji stops palming himself through his pants. He makes his way to the box of desserts, disassembling a jam donut, scooping the strawberry glaze into his hands.
Horny, and jealousy filling his body like mad, he walks behind the table where your head was almost hanging off.
He eagerly unzips his cargos with an unoccupied hand, grabbing for his cock that has been nothing but a nuisance to him these past few minutes.
Too busy moaning in pleasure, you looked up to Toji, your vision of him upside down as you were laid against the table.
You could only watch as Toji’s heavy, thick cock slaps against your forehead, his jam covered hand wrapping around the base and making a mess of it on his length.
You felt his hand smear the strawberry residue all over your chest again, which was most likely for Sukuna to be able to lick.
“Better open wide you slut, or else it won’t fit.” You felt Toji’s hand grab onto your jaw, forcing mouth to open wider.
You moan as his cock fills your mouth so full, the sweet jam from the donut coating your taste buds. Toji wraps his hands around your neck, his two thumbs caressing your throat as he fucked his cock into it.
He groans, “Fuck, just like that..” throbbing as he felt the outline of his cock form against the skin of your throat. Squelching noises could only be heard as he staggeringly rut his hips back and forth.
You could hear Toji grunting above you from the sensation of the vibrations going to straight to his cock as you moaned. You felt Sukuna on the other end lapping at your clit, fucking you with two fingers of his fingers at the same time.
Taking a minute to close your eyes, you indulged in the pleasure you were receiving at both ends. At the same time, you were unable to tell who ripped your bra off you.
Toji pulls his cock away from your throat, leaving you to gasp for air. You shut your eyes tightly, disappointed at the empty feeling you were left with. Warm spit trickled down your face, Toji caressing your cheek but only to slap in after.
Toji doesn’t forget to plant a wet kiss on your lips before pulling away. You whimper as he leaves your side, but only this time he starts walking over to Sukuna’s end.
Sukuna pulled away from your dripping holes too, you wince and moan, praying that this isn’t the final moment that they’d have hands on you. You were too scared that the fun was cut short.
Using your elbows to prop yourself up, you watch the two men, speechless. You try to use this opportunity to catch your breath, but your head only falls back down onto the table. You stay sprawled out on the table, looking up at the bright lights of the garage.
“Feel like it’s time to stuff some cock in that pussy, don’t cha think?” Toji speaks, voice raspy from groaning.
“I think so too. But I’m fucking her first,” Sukuna replies.
A disagreeing Toji snaps back. “Nah, I want to.”
“Aren’t you forgetting we can both fuck her at the same time?” Sukuna suggests, your eyes widening at the thought of two men stuffing you full of cock at the same time.
You could almost predict that they could break you into two, and you have no idea how big any of them are yet. You use your elbows to prop yourself up again, your face showing an expression of disbelief. “I- I can’t do that.. I don’t think I can.”
Of course, they'd hardly take that as an answer. “We’ll see that for ourselves.”
You felt Sukuna grab onto your thighs once more, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled you towards him. He effortlessly picks you up, carrying you over his shoulder and walking towards what seemed like one of the fire trucks.
You heard a door open, Sukuna placed you onto a longer leather seat that was behind the driver in the truck cab.
Hearing a door open behind you, Toji follows inside, crawling onto the same leather seat. He lays back, hands pumping his cock as he watches you from the other side of the seat.
Dazed, you could only immediately crawl onto Toji’s lap, straddling him. He grins, his hands squeezing onto the soft skin of your tits and fondling as you waited for Sukuna to join.
Sukuna climbs onto the seat but this time behind you. Toji slightly moves his head to the side, taking a peek at Sukuna. Too bad, Sukuna was already busy fucking your ass with one of his fingers, making sure you were ready to be stuffed of his cock.
Jealous, Toji grips onto the doughy skin on your hips, aligning his tip with your dripping cunt before slowly sliding in.
You let out a long string of moans and curses, as you felt his thick length stretch you out as you sink down onto his cock.
“God, you feel so good around my cock. ‘S like your pussy’s made for it.”
Hearing a zip behind you, you disregarded it, as you were still trying to adjust to Toji’s size. This was cut short as you were caught by surprise by Sukuna filling you up with his own cock, this time in your ass. He was thick, but not thick as Toji. Although the length made up for it, you would think that he was all the way in but in reality it was only half.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as both of their cocks were stuffed deeply in both of your holes.
Your hands clutched onto the fabric of Toji’s compression shirt, wrinkling it all together.
Toji placed his soles flat onto the seat, using this support to harshly thrust into you upwards more faster than before as Sukuna behind staggered into you at a more slowed pace. Although he wanted you bad, he made sure to be gentle. He just wanted to indulge every inch of you.
Toji on the other hand, bottomed into you balls deep, his thumb cheekily creeping over to your clit, rubbing in continuous circles as they both fucked into you.
“Fucking slut,” Sukuna spits out, voice shaky as the plush flesh of your ass only clenched around him. “Both holes stuffed full of men’s cocks who you don’t know?”
Sukuna reached for your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling you back against his chest.
You whimpered, snaking one of your hands behind to his nape. Sukuna leaned in for a kiss, only to pepper more down your neck to your collarbone.
Toji kept his pace, which as quite impressive. You moaned back into Sukuna’s cheek, feeling a knot twist and form in the pit of your stomach.
“I-It’s too much- I can’t…” Your hand leaves the back of his neck, moving up higher to clutch on his coral hair as the immense pleasure had only washed through you.
Toji below you speaks, “You think we should let her cum?”
Slapping your face as he started to slow down, he could see you were drunk of their cocks. Fortunately, Sukuna was unable to see this as he was busy behind.
Toji thrusted into you balls deep each time in a consecutive pattern, bullying your cervix as your body jolted up and down along with your tits.
Sukuna moved his hands back down, away from your hair to be able to spread your cheeks apart. Groaning as he watched his cock slip in and out of your ass, he makes a decision. “Fuck, I think so. She’s been such a good girl this whole time.”
Toji grins, his hand moving to your cheek but this time roughly caressing your lip with his thumb. “You hear that doll? He says you were such a good girl.”
You were unable to form a sentence, your brains were fucked out at this point and Toji, wasn’t happy with this.
“Fucking answer me you whore,” surprised, you came back to your senses as Toji slapped your cheek harshly, leaving a red mark on your face.
“..Please, let me cum..” you hiccuped, “I can’t take it anymore.”
You watched Toji flash his same old devilish smile through your tear filled eyes, both of their paces picking up again.
Your moans turned shaky, the slapping of balls against your skin and wet noises filling the taxi cab.
Toji went back to lazily rubbing circles on your clit as both of them fucked you, making sure that you would cum on time with them.
This time, Sukuna’s hand wrapped around your throat, bringing your ear close to his mouth. “You want us to breed you? Is that what you want?”
Lost in a trance, you just went with whatever. You didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to be stuffed full of them forever.
You could only nod, but Sukuna couldn’t take it as an answer.
“Use your words baby, tell me what you want.” His warm breath tickled your ear, Toji’s thrusting making it difficult for you to speak.
You held onto Sukuna’s wrist around your throat, “I want.. both of your cum.. in me..”
Although your hand fell back onto Toji’s shirt as Sukuna gently pushed you back down. You sighed out loud, sobbing quietly as you felt his cock slide out of you.
Toji’s deep thrusts were the only thing you could feel, “Fuck, I’m coming.” He grunted beneath you, until you felt Sukuna’s cock entering the same hole Toji was in.
As you moaned out louder than before, the pleasure too hard to bear. You could feel yourself turning into jelly, your hands wrinkling the fabric of Toji’s shirt once again.
Your voice strained as you felt both of their cocks shoot warm, ropes of cum into you. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you, your chest heaving as Toji’s grip on your waist remained, but Sukuna’s hands slowly lost grip on your hair.
Both of them filled up your hole with seed to the point that it leaked out of you in no time.
Your eyes completely rolled back for tenth time this hour, feeling them both twitch inside of you, the white fluid leaking onto the black leather seats of the truck cab.
Sukuna leaves your hole first, moaning at sight of the generous amounts of cum that dripped down his length to his shaft as he slid out.
Followed by Toji, you could feel his cock slip out too, until his finger made its way back inside, making sure to fuck the escaping load back into you.
Both of them had left their mark in you, stretching you out so fully that no cock in the future can impress you but theirs.
You felt like a total cock sleeve, and your body yearned for more. But honestly, it felt like you were gonna break apart. So maybe next time.
All three of you stayed in the same spots, the windows were now fogged up to the point the entire truck cab smelled of sex.
“I can definitely point out one thing you and ‘em profiteroles have in common.”
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— RACING, BEATING.
You didn’t mean to show up to one of the most important meetings of your year completely hungover. No, in reality you would have preferred being sober when you met the man your father was marrying you off to. But how could you resist those dark eyes and plump lips that tempted you on your final night of freedom?
— starring. illegal-racer!heeseung x model!reader
— tags. arranged marriage!au but they kind of not really hate each other for like one scene, reader is touch starved af, smut [mild public sex (car, elevator), vaginal fingering, oral (m. receiving), face-fucking, establishment of a safeword but it's never used, degrading (use of whore and stupid bitch) [MINORS DNI]]
— word count. 11.9k
— notes. there was a whole other part to this but i kept rewriting it until i could not anymore 💀 if i do finally get it written the way i want to, i might release it as a part two to this 👀👀 lmk if u'd be interested!!
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You were used to playing pretend. As the daughter of an influential CEO, you were born in the spotlight, never knowing what living without a camera pointed at you was like. By seven years old, you were a master at faking a smile. A gentle smile, never too broad because people would call you an overachiever but never too little, or you’d be caught up in unhappy scandals. 
By fifteen years old, your father had announced your title as the face of his company and your ‘normal’ life as you knew it was gone forever. You no longer had time for actual studies nor for the fruitless relationships you had gathered. Instead, you spent your hours practicing your runway walk and your model face. Almost every wall in your lofty house was lined with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, never allowing you for a second to forget how you looked to others.
Your father was never one to miss out on making money, priding himself on his cynical and opportunistic ways of life. If something could be monetized, he was always the first one to come up with a foolproof plan to capitalize on it. Which is why you weren’t surprised when he announced to you that you were to be married off to the heir of a big company whose name you saw almost everywhere. 
Years spent watching your peers grow up normally, studying hard and partying harder, left behind a bitter jealousy that you could never voice. For once, you wanted to feel normal. For once, you wanted to feel like your father’s daughter and not his employee. For once, you wanted to forget the world and experience true freedom. 
That was how you found yourself sitting on an uncomfortable barstool, leaning your elbows on the sticky countertop with a glass of some mystery drink hanging from your fingertips. The dress you wore stuck to your skin, showing off more of your body than you were ever allowed to in public. There was a dull burn in your calves from the stilettos you wore, but you paid no mind to them as you sipped gingerly on the liquor.
Tomorrow, you would be meeting the man your father was giving you away to. You knew nothing about him other than the fact that he was one of your father’s business partner’s son. You silently tipped up your drink, a silent toast to your last night of freedom. Knocking your head back, you winced at the unfamiliar burn as you emptied the glass.
When you ungracefully dropped the empty glass onto the counter, red lips stained the rim. “Another, miss?” you vaguely heard the bartender ask. You nodded without thinking, eyes staring forward without focus. Your cheeks felt warm from the few drinks you’d had since you sat down. As the bartender poured you another drink, you allowed your gaze to drift, scanning the room in curiosity.
Red lights lit up the space, random spotlights moving about from the ceiling. The music played loud enough to leave a slight ringing in your ear, your bones vibrating to the beat. Hundreds of people flooded the floor, you noted. Some pairs danced against each other provocatively, intriguing you as you eyed a girl making out with a taller man over her shoulder. Some people danced alone, mouthing the words to a song you didn’t recognize.
As you looked around, your eyes met a stranger’s from across the bar. He sat alone, unlike the many other patrons of the club, a half-emptied pint in front of him. From where you were, you could make out the details of his attire—a dark blazer that fit snugly over the expanse of his shoulders. He wore a silk button-up, rudely unbuttoned low, allowing you to see the curve of his collarbones down to the lines of his chest.
When your eyes flit up to glance at his face, he was already staring at you. His expression, which you can only describe as alluring, prompted you to suck your bottom lip under your teeth, gently biting at the skin. Dark eyes watched you from across the room, looking you up and down slowly before settling on your face. You watched carefully as a tongue flicked out to lick his pink lips before the corners pulled up into a smirk. He rose a brow at you, hair pushed back enough to let you see his silent beckon.
You mirrored his expression, taking a sip of your drink as you stared at him through the glass. The man held a hand up, showing off silver rings wrapped around his slender fingers that made you want to sin. Clearing your throat, you looked away and down at your drink, amber liquid sloshing around in the glass. Before you could even take another swig, a shot glass slid in front of you, its contents almost spilling out.
Looking up in confusion, you called over the bartender, who’d already turned his back to you. “Excuse me? I didn’t order a shot,” you yelled over the blaring music. The bartender glanced at you for a second before nodding his head in the direction of the man who, when you looked, was already gone. The bartender continued, already pouring a drink for another.
Knitting your brows together, you brought the shot glass up to your nose, scrunching it when the strong smell of vodka invaded your senses. A cough tickled your throat as you held the offending shot glass away. Your eyes danced over the many heads in the room, but the mystery man was nowhere in sight. Heaving a sigh, you tipped your head back, swallowing the bitter liquid as quickly as you could. Wincing slightly, you let out a breath as you placed the glass next to the other one.
“Atta’ girl,” a smooth voice crooned in your ear, tickling your skin and leaving behind goosebumps. A hand reached around, grazing the tops of your thighs as its owner spun your barstool around. Face to face with the man of the night, your breath hitched as you found yourself inches away from him. You wondered if he could hear your racing heartbeat over the pounding music.
Up close, you could see his lip ring, plump pink lips pushing against the silver as he peered down at you. His hand moved from the barstool to your waist, his warmth spreading over your skin like wildfire. His other hand leaned on the counter behind you, surrounding you in his essence. His attention was overwhelming as you caught his eyes glimpsing down at your lips before dropping to the curve of your breasts under your dress.
Your hands hovered over your lap, clenching and unclenching as you tried to figure out what to do with them. Keeping eye contact with you, the man leaned forward until he was a hair away, closer than any other man had been. “I’ve never seen you here before,” he spoke lowly, your ears just barely grabbing onto his words. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing stuck at the bar, hm?” 
You bit your lip, his eyes quickly darting down. “Just… enjoying the night,” you mumbled, resisting the urge to lean forward. The air in your lungs felt trapped as your mind filled with incoherent thoughts. 
The man tilted his head at you, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he bore his gaze into you. The hand on your waist pulled you forward until you were almost pressed against him, his thumb rubbing up and down over the fabric of your dress. “Didn’t seem like you were enjoying it,” he said, his breath fanning over your neck as he leaned to whisper in your ear. “I know how you can really start enjoying your night, sweetheart.”
When his lips brushed against your jugular, you had to stop yourself from throwing your head back, the simple touch sending you haywire. “Yeah?” your voice came out breathy, your hands finally settling to rest on his chest. Bent over you like this, his shirt rode lower than ever, letting you see his chiselled torso. You brushed a thumb over his skin, burning to the touch as he leaned back to look you in the eye. “How so?”
He smirked, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. He pulled you closer by the chin, using his thumb to pull at your bottom lip gently. Your heart raced as he came closer, his nose nudging your own as your eyes subconsciously started to close. “Just let me take care of you,” he rasped, his lips brushing against yours. The cool metal of his lip ring sent a shiver down your spine, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him as his grin seemingly grew. “Let’s get outta here, yeah?”
It didn’t take much convincing for you to follow the man out of the crowded club, guided by a hand on the wrist. With as many drinks as you had in you, it might’ve been worrying with the ease with which he was able to take you by the hand. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care as excitement bubbled in your lower abdomen. 
Even his back was attractive, all broad shoulders and straight lines. A few earrings hooped around his ears, glinting under the strobe lights. When he pulled you outside, the cool night air was starkly different from the hot temperature inside. Goosebumps rose on your bare arms, causing the man to glance back at you with a worried look. Not another word was said as he brought you to a car you’d never seen anyone actually drive around town.
It was a bold red colour, something that reminded you of a crimson fire. You blinked when he opened the passenger side door for you as it swung upwards. The car was low, and you felt a bit awkward climbing in with your stilettos, but the man waited patiently until you were inside before closing the door. You watched as he walked around the car to the driver’s side, the head-up display blinking on the windshield when he started the ignition.
“Wow,” you mumbled dumbly, easily getting comfortable on the leather seat. He spared you an amused look, one eyebrow raised, paired with a smug smile. Leaning over, your breath hitched as he pulled the seatbelt over you, the click of its buckle cutting through the silence. He stayed there for a moment, hovering over you with eyes so intense you felt your mouth dry out. 
“So fucking pretty,” he whispered, finally leaning in to kiss you. The kiss was aggressive, his calloused hand cupping your face and forcing you closer. Your teeth clashed as he licked into your mouth, but the searing feeling in your stomach made it impossible for you to care. His teeth scraped against your bottom lip, eliciting a moan as his hand wandered down to your outer thigh. His fingers danced across your skin, pushing your skirt up until your black lace panties were exposed. 
You threw your head back as he pressed his thumb against your folds, feeling how wet you’d gotten over the course of your earlier conversation. He breathed harshly, attaching his lips to your neck as he grazed a finger up and down your clothed cunt. You had no doubt that by morning, you would be painted with bruises. The thought was exciting to you.
He slipped a finger underneath the fabric of your panties, groaning when he felt your slick coat him in an instant. “So wet for me,” he almost growled, pulling his hand out despite your whines of disapproval. He pulled back, eyes flitting over your heaving form before settling into his seat. His lips were smudged red with your lipstick, and you found it unfair at how hot it was.
He was quick to pull away from the curb, the engine roaring to life as he drove down the busy street. It felt uncomfortably sticky between your thighs, rubbing them together. He was quick to grasp your thigh, pulling your legs open as he drove. While the hand on your thigh was still, his impatience showed in the hand that held the steering wheel, his finger tapping against it whenever he’d hit a red light.
You weakly moaned when his hand drifted higher, his pinky brushing against your core. You spread your legs further, urging him to do more than just light touches, but he didn’t give in to your silent pleas. The ride to, what you presumed was his place, was unbearably long as he continued to tease you. He would grip your thigh tightly, his rings pressing into your skin, and suddenly move up to flick at your covered clit. His sporadic movements left you a whining mess, your heart pounding against your ribcage. “Need you so badly,” you whined, flushing in embarrassment at how you sounded. 
He scoffed, scraping his nail over your thigh, making you jump. “I can tell,” he said, his tone degrading as he pinched your skin. “Whining like a whore in my front seat, like it’ll make me fuck you any faster.” You gasped, his words going straight to your cunt. You could feel yourself get wetter, your panties sticking to your folds agonizingly. 
You bit your lip as he pulled into an underground parking lot, the orange-hued lights casting an intimidating shadow over his face. When he finally parked, you realized he had brought you to a fancy apartment building. The parking lot was empty, not a soul in sight. Despite his words, he still opened your door for you, pulling you out of the car roughly. When the door closed, he pressed you against it, forcing his lips against yours as he ground his hips into yours. You moaned into his mouth at how hard he’d gotten, gripping at his blazer with shaking hands.
His kiss left you breathless, and you found that you really liked the feeling of his hands harshly holding your hips, keeping you from moving too far from him. You tongued at his piercing, taking his bottom lip into your mouth as he moved to push your dress up again. Pulling away, he was quick to kiss your neck as your eyes darted around the empty lot.
“Not here,” you gasped when he bit at the skin under your ear, “what if someone…”
He bit down harder, making you whine. “Let them see then,” he spat. “Let them see how much of a slut you are for me, sweetheart.” You made a noise of disagreement, causing him to pull away. You looked like a mess in heels, hair tousled, no longer in neat waves as you had them before, and makeup smudged. The glassy look in your eyes made him grin at you, a menacing curve of his pink lips. 
He grabbed your wrist again, tugging you to the underground elevator as his car beeped behind you. The few seconds it took for the elevator to reach the parking lot felt agonizingly long, your legs shaking in anticipation.
The second the doors opened, he had you pressed against the frigid elevator walls, his hand blindly reaching to touch one of the top buttons. He pushed your dress up past your hips, fingering the lace undergarment between his thumb and pointer. Without wasting a second, he tugged. The sound of fabric ripping took you out of your trance as you realized he had completely torn them off you.
“Hey,” your voice was clipped as you frowned. “Those were expensive.”
He rolled his eyes at you, tucking the tattered fabric into his back pocket. “I’ll buy you a new set,” he said, annoyed that you had interrupted him. “Now shut up, princess.” He took your lips again, his hand moving to wrap loosely around your neck. He swiped his tongue over your lip as his free hand grasped at your hips.
“Fuck,” you whined highly when he traced a line up your cunt, collecting your juices on his fingertip. He made quick work with you, swiping over your clit with his thumb as he pushed two fingers into your sopping hole. The hand around your neck pressed down lightly, sending your senses into overdrive as he kissed you again. 
“My name’s Heeseung,” he said against your lips. “Moan it for me tonight, yeah?” You nodded feebly as you spouted your own name in a mess of stutters.
When the elevator beeped, indicating that you were on the designated floor, he unwillingly pulled away from you. He stared at you darkly, pupils blown as he sucked his fingers clean. Your eyes trained on the way his tongue flicked at his rings, your slick disappearing into his mouth. You pulled your dress down as he guided you out with a hand on the small of your back.
When you made it into his apartment, you didn’t have time to gawk at how fancy it was, decked out with marble tiles and sleek glass light fixtures. As the door closed behind him, he pressed himself against your behind, grinding into your ass as he groaned lowly in your ear. His fingers dragged the fabric of your dress up to your waist, leaving your lower half exposed as Heeseung left dainty kisses against your bare shoulder.
Pulling the dress up and off, he ushered you further into the apartment, pushing open the door to his bedroom. He dropped the dress in the corner of the room before turning you around to face him. He took your lips, pressing deeply against you as he felt you up. His hands roamed as he licked into your mouth, one hand cupping and groping your left breast while the other shifted downwards. Resting on your hip, he brought you closer to him, pressing your bare cunt against his boner.
You reached down, palming his hard-on through his pants. He threw his head back in a silent moan, allowing you to continue with your ministrations. You hastily unbuckled his belt, tossing it on the floor next to your dress. Pushing his pants and boxers down past his knees, you almost moaned at the sight of his pretty cock.
It was long and thick, twitching as it wept pre-cum at the tip. It was a pretty flushed colour, enticing you closer. Looking up at him through your lashes, you watched Heeseung’s reaction as you licked the mushroom head gingerly. You scrunched up your nose at the bitter taste, but Heeseung’s wanton expression urged you to continue.
Taking the whole tip in your mouth, you sucked gently. You could feel yourself gush at the sound of his loud moan, pressing your thighs together as you tried to take more of him. He grazed the back of your throat before you could even take half of him. The sight of you struggling on his length made him feel impossibly hard, his ringed hand moving to grasp at your hair. Determined to make him feel good, you traced one of the veins that stretched along the length of his shaft with your fingernail before taking his cock in your fist.
Bobbing your head slowly, you matched your pass with your hand wherever your mouth couldn’t reach. Heeseung breathed heavily at the feeling of your hot cavern taking him in, your tongue swirling around his tip in a way that drove him up the wall. He could barely imagine how being in your cunt would feel, the mental image making him thrust unexpectedly against you.
When you gagged at the suddenness, Heeseung groaned, using your fisted hair to guide you up and down his shaft. “Fuck, baby,” he sighed, head thrown back and eyes scrunched in pleasure as you gained speed. “That mouth of yours is so fucking perfect. Like it was made for my cock.” He hissed when his head pressed against the back of your throat, holding it there until you swallowed around him, tears welling in your eyes.
The sounds that you were making would normally disgust you, the wet gags and spit dripping down your front as you struggled to take his girth, but with Heeseung, it only turned you on more. You rubbed your thighs together, feeling your slick coat your puffy folds.
Using his other hand to grip at your hair, he held you still as he fucked into your mouth, jaw agape as he watched you suckle on his length. You looked like the embodiment of sin, on your knees and taking his cock so well. He rubbed at the smudged mascara underneath your eyes, only making it spread as tears dripped down your face. “Shit,” he mumbled, gripping your hair tighter. “Fuck, I wanna make a mess on you, baby. Can I?” 
You nodded the best you could, the thought of him cumming all over you making you impossibly wet. Swearing loudly, Heeseung pulled himself out of your mouth, using his hand to force your mouth open. You stuck your tongue out as he pumped himself desperately, chasing his release as he bore into your eyes. You gasped when he came, ropes of his cum shooting over your face and tongue.
He watched intently as you swallowed whatever landed in your mouth, wiping at the cum that dripped down your cheeks. “Get on the bed,” he said gruffly, not wanting to go another second without feeling your cunt drip around him.
You wasted no time in following his instructions, scooting further up the bed as he crawled on after you. He spread your legs roughly, situating himself between your thighs. Heeseung leaned forward, kissing you again as one of his hands rested around your throat. As he kissed you, sucking on your bottom lip before shoving his tongue into your mouth, his free hand traced down the side of your body.
Without warning, he touched your core, collecting your wetness on his fingertips as he rubbed up and down your cunt. You moaned loudly as he switched between teasing your entrance and swiping across your clit. “You’re so fucking wet, princess,” he groaned, kissing you deeply as he finally thrust two fingers into your hole.
You cried out into the kiss, arching your back up and into him as you held on. You gripped at his bicep that flexed with each movement, his fingers curling up into you. It didn’t take long for him to find your G-spot, rubbing dedicatedly against the spongey walls of your cunt. He sped up, thrusting his fingers into you with ease, slipping around your juices.
“Fuck, Heeseung,” you almost screamed as you neared your orgasm, “I’m so, so close, please—”
He pulled his fingers out, making you whine in disapproval, your eyes opening wide as you begged him to keep touching you. He ignored your silent pleas, taking his soaked fingers into his mouth as he had before. You watched, in a trance, as he swirled his tongue around his slender digits, the sight making you squirm in anticipation.
He reached over to his bedside drawer and pulled out a few packages. You glanced at them through your ditzy stupor, surprised to see several condom wrappers. Upon closer inspection, you realized they all had different flavours. “Pick one,” he instructed in an almost joking manner as if he didn’t just bring you to the edge with his fingers.
You contemplated just grabbing one at random, not wanting to wait any longer to feel him inside you. Reaching for one, you subconsciously made a face when you read what flavour it was.
“Not a fan of strawberry?” he asked rhetorically as he took the wrapper from you and tossed it back in the drawer. Impatient, he picked one and threw the rest back where he got them. You watched with intrigue as he opened the package with his teeth before rolling it onto his already hard cock.
“Hey,” he mumbled once he got the condom fully rolled on. “If you want me to stop at any moment, just say… Bambi, okay?”
You looked at him warily. “Bambi?”
He didn’t elaborate any further, pressing the tip of his cock against your folds. He rubbed the head through your slick, bumping against your clit before pressing into your tight entrance. He groaned in unison with you at the intrusion. You winced at the stretch, shoving your face into one of his pillows.
When he bottomed out, he pressed a sweet kiss against your cheek before pulling back and slamming into you. Your breath caught in your throat as you gasped for air, his sudden harsh thrusts surprising you. He breathed heavily as he moved, draping your legs over his shoulders as he leaned into you. 
“So deep,” you cried, squirming at the stimulation. “Fuck, Heeseung!”
He moaned at the sound of his name on your tongue, leaning down to kiss you. The position only made him go deeper, and you struggled to kiss him properly, mind foggy with pleasure. His balls slapped against your ass, echoing against the walls. The sound of your sex was burned into your mind, Heeseung’s breathy groans and moans of your name bound to haunt your dreams from now on.
Heeseung pulled out and flipped you onto your side, re-entering you with ease. The position was something you’d never done before as Heeseung held your leg against his torso as he thrust harshly. He moaned out your name as he closed his eyes, as lost in the pleasure as you were.
“‘M gonna cum,” you warned, your voice high and shaking as you reached down to circle your clit. At the sight of you touching yourself, Heeseung sighed with rapture, trying hard to get you to the edge. 
“Cum around me, baby,” he hushed as his thrusts grew harder, rougher. “Come on, you can do it.”
At his words, it felt like a cord had snapped inside of you, and you cried out as you came. He helped you through your orgasm, thrusting shallowly as your body shook and jolted. Once you had calmed down, he pulled out and fisted himself over the condom, the lube mixed with your wetness making it easy for his hand to slip up and down.
You watched, exhausted, as he leaned over you, a look of concentration on his face as he got off on your body. White filled the condom, low groans of your name reverberating in his chest as he collapsed on the bed next to you. You barely processed him standing to throw out the used rubber or how he came back with a warm towel and wiped you down gently. 
Your eyes closed, and you felt yourself succumb to slumber.
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When you awoke the next morning, you swore. Head pounding, you pressed your face into your pillow in annoyance. Of course, you would be having the worst hangover of your life. You didn’t even want to think about what your father would say if he knew you’d be walking into the meeting in a few hours, completely hungover.
You paused, pressing your face further into the pillow. The smell was unfamiliar, you noted. Not a second later, you sat up, eyes wide. Your lips parted in disbelief as you remembered where you were, memories of last night quickly returning to you. Holding the blanket up to your bare chest, you willed yourself to look over at the other side of the bed. 
Heeseung lay there, rolled over onto his stomach, his cheek resting against the pillow as he slept. His hair was messy, sticking up in different directions almost cutely. You made a face when you caught a glimpse of angry red scratches down his back.
He looked unnervingly peaceful, considering the stampede your heart was experiencing. You swore under your breath again, quietly stepping out of the bed. The floorboard creaked underneath your weight, your head snapping back to see if the noise woke him up. Fortunately, he stayed blissfully in rest. You held your breath as you collected your discarded dress and your heels, also picking up the silk button-up you had thrown off of him last night. 
He’s rich, clearly, you justified, taking a brief look around the room. His closet was cracked open, revealing several more expensive-looking clothes. Though, in your haste to make it to the bedroom, you didn’t get a good look at the rest of his apartment. You knew that it was huge if the building’s name wasn’t an indicator already. He won’t miss one shirt.
Not wanting to risk waking him up, you tip-toed out of the room before getting dressed in the hallway. You slipped the button-up on top of your dress and made your way to the front door, heels in hand. As you pushed the door open, you panicked when it beeped in alarm. With haste, you ran outside and closed the door before Heeseung could catch you sneaking out.
Without bothering to put your heels on, you booked it to the elevator, making it inside in time for you to hear Heeseung call your name. With wide eyes, you pressed the close doors button more times than necessary, only relaxing when they finally did close.
You opened your phone, only to see a text from your father asking where you were. Making an excuse, you used the reflective elevator walls to fix your appearance.
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If anyone saw you, they would be none the wiser to the previous night. The automatic doors to your father’s company opened as you approached, a gust of air from the air conditioning pushing your freshly styled hair out of your face. Any marks that littered across your neck and shoulders were expertly covered up, and your eyebags were concealed just as well.
The sound of your heels, which your father insisted you wore in public, in the otherwise quiet lobby gathered the attention of the gaggle of people. Having so many eyes on you didn’t bother you as much as it had before, something you’re grateful to have gotten used to. Smiling politely at the pair of receptionists, you were quick to make your way up to your father’s office.
The elevator dinged, and you couldn’t help but think back to last night. The feeling of Heeseung’s warmth pressed against you as he fingered you and touched you was a thrill you don’t think you could forget if you tried. Clearing your throat, you looked at yourself in the mirrored walls, another habit you couldn’t get rid of. 
Deeming yourself as presentable, you stepped out of the elevator and into your father’s large office. He sat at his desk, typing away at his computer. If he heard you come in, which he must’ve, he didn’t react. His graying hair stood out under the sunlight that the floor-to-ceiling windows let in. The glasses perched on his nose bridge threatened to fall down as his fingers tapped relentlessly. 
“Good morning, Father,” you greeted, sitting down at the chair adjacent to his desk. He didn’t look up. “I’m a little early.” You crossed your legs, resting clasped hands on top of your knees. It didn’t surprise you when he didn’t say anything in reply, so you opted to look out the window. Being on the top floor, you could see most of the town. You could watch the bustling traffic and pedestrian-filled streets for hours, the busyness of life fascinating to you.
You weren’t able to stare for too long before a familiar ding interrupted your daydreams. You straightened your back, facing forward as your father stood to greet the newcomer. Unlike when you came in, your father straightened out his blazer with a warm smile, something that looked foreign to you. You watched quietly as he manoeuvred around the desk to formally greet the guest.
“Ah,” your father greeted placatingly, his timber voice filling the space.. “Lee Heeseung, it is great to finally meet you. I have heard much about you from your father.”
You felt your heart stop when you heard his name. Unwilling to turn around, you stared into the window’s faint reflection in hopes of seeing the man’s face. Maybe your Heeseung wasn’t the only Lee Heeseung in town. Surely, it wasn’t too uncommon of a name because there was no way that your one-night stand just happened to be your husband-to-be.
If your heart stopped when you heard his name, your soul left your body when you heard him talk. 
“It’s wonderful to meet you, sir. I am honoured that you picked me out of all of your daughter’s candidates.”
As subtly as you could, you slapped a hand over your mouth.
You heard their footsteps grow closer. “Well, please have a seat,” your father ushered. “She’s right here. You ought to meet your future bride, right?” With each of their perfectly synced steps, you could imagine another foot of your grave being dug. “Heeseung, this is my daughter.” You inhaled sharply and took his cue to stand.
When you turned on your heel, you were sure that Heeseung’s shocked expression matched your own. Recognition burst behind his eyes, hidden behind a pair of glasses, and his lips—which you noticed was missing its piercing—parted in shock. You silently willed him to keep quiet about the night before, looking at him with widened eyes and a painfully fake smile.
“It’s you,” he blurted out, pointing at you with the slightest bend of his elbow. If you weren’t in front of your father, you could have smacked him over the head. “I was wondering where you went.”
Internally screaming, you put on a faux confused expression to match your father’s. “You two are acquainted already?” he asked, looking at you for confirmation. You were quick to shake your head no, glaring at Heeseung when your father looked away.
Bowing your head slightly, you smiled up at Heeseung as you would any other businessman. “You must have me mistaken for someone else,” you lied through your teeth, desperately hoping he would catch on. “We have never met before today. But it is nice to meet you.” You held out a hand for him to shake, which he did after fumbling for a bit.
Heeseung looked at you with a confused gaze, eyebrows knitted together before a lightbulb went off. “Right,” he smiled graciously, putting on a persona completely different from the one you met before. “My apologies. It is nice to meet you. I’m Lee Heeseung.” Letting go of your hand, he nodded when you introduced yourself. 
Clapping his hands together, your father grinned widely at the both of you. “Now, I have some work to tend to, but the two of you can continue to get to know each other downstairs.” Wanting nothing more than to escape the stuffy room, you agreed stiffly. “I’ll have the wedding planners contact you both later on.” Your father nodded at Heeseung once more before returning to his desk, the sound of his noisy keyboard filling the room again.
Heeseung followed you out after saying goodbye to your father, standing far too close to you in the elevator. “Isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” he drawled out, voice dry. “The very woman who I happened to have a fun night with, only to wake up with her nowhere in sight, is the very woman whom I’m marrying.” He bore his gaze into you as he leaned against the elevator wall, his prim posture long gone. “How exciting, is it not?”
“Please, Heeseung, do not bring up last night.” Your voice was terse as you pinched your nose bridge in frustration, your ears and face warming up. 
Heeseung raised a brow at your request, pushing off the elevator wall and stepping close to you. Your eyes widened as he backed you into the wall, eyes darting to the LED screen that showed which floor you were on. If anyone were to need the elevator, they would catch Heeseung pinning you to the wall, and you would have no excuse for it. “Come on, princess,” his voice lifted into a tease, “that’s not how you were begging me last night.”
You groaned, dropping your head and hitting it against the wall behind you. “Heeseung,” you hissed, glaring at him. You tried very hard to ignore the way that his glasses framed his face nicely and made him even more handsome, which you didn’t think was possible. “I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. Do not bring up last night unless you want me to castrate you.”
Heeseung pouted at you, resting a hand on his chest as though you’d mortally wounded him. “But if you castrate me, how am I supposed to please—”
“Heeseung!”
He laughed openly at you, shoulders shaking as his lips split open into a grin. “You’re so easy to rile up, princess.” He leaned toward you, hovering himself above you by resting his forearm against the wall. You glanced at the screen again, silently cursing your father for owning a building with slow elevators. “I don’t know what’s so bad about people finding out that we’re—how do you say it?—well acquainted.”
You breathed out in annoyance at his ignorance. “Did you hit your head? I don’t know about you, Heeseung, but I do care about how the public perceives me.” You jabbed a finger at his chest, though it had no effect on him. “If people find out, then…” You trailed off, your brows furrowing as you looked at the ground, the recently shined tiles sparkingly under the fluorescent lights.
“Then?”
You bit your lip, thinking back at your father and his cold demeanour. “Look,” you started, shoulders deflating. “If my father finds out that I went to that club at all and had sex with some guy that I didn’t know… He wouldn’t react well.” You spoke lowly, the topic dampening your mood immensely.
“Ouch,” Heeseung joked, tilting his head at you. “So, I’m just some guy to you?”
You deadpanned at him, unimpressed with the small snippet of information he chose to focus on. “You get what I mean, asshole. So please, just stop bringing it up. At least, not in front of him.” Your faith in his compassion was dwindling by the second, and his silence wasn’t doing much to help. When the elevator doors opened, you were ready to give up and began formulating an apology to your father for your behaviour.
Before you could duck under his arm to make your way out, he laid a gentle hand on your wrist. “Okay, okay. I won’t talk about it again. You have my word, princess.” You balked at his sudden sincerity, but before you could even utter a thank you, he opened his mouth again. “No more talking about how we had the most mindblowing sex—”
“Lee Heeseung!” You chided, quickly ducking under his arm and rushing out of the elevator. Your face burned as you walked through the lobby, no doubt catching the attention of curious onlookers. Embarrassment flooded your veins as you exited the building, standing on the curb with your face in your hands.
Not wanting to be there any longer, you pulled out your phone and searched for your personal driver’s contact. Before you could press the green call button, your phone was snatched out of your manicured hands. “Hey—!”
To your surprise, or perhaps you weren’t surprised at all, Heeseung stood next to you with your phone haphazardly dangling between his fingers. “What are you doing?” You asked as you reached to grab it. He pulled it away, grinning when it left you pressed against him.
“What are you doing?”
You rolled your eyes, jumping to grab your phone. Once it was back in your possession, you went to call your driver. “Going,” you answered simply.
“Going where?”
“Going anywhere but here.”
He clicked his tongue, pulling a pair of keys out of his pocket. “I’ll drive you. There’s no need to wait for your driver.”
You eyed him suspiciously, your thumb hovering over the call button. “I don’t think you understand. When I said I wanted to be anywhere but here, here is referring to here with you.”
He gave you the same look as he did in the elevator, lips upturned into a pout as his eyebrows arched upward. “You really do wound me, princess.” He pressed a button on his fob, and you could see a car’s lights flash a few meters away. It wasn’t the same one he had driven you in last night, so you looked at him in question. “I have two cars. One for business, one for fun,” he winked at you when he said the last word, only laughing when you pretended to vomit in your mouth.
“Come on, princess,” he took your wrist for the nth time. “Let’s go.” You begrudgingly followed, not missing the way several workers from inside had lined up against the window to watch the interaction. You smiled politely at them again, waving goodbye as Heeseung practically dragged you along.
Just as he had the night before, he opened the door for you. This car was much simpler in design than the bright red one, with a dashboard instead of a HUD and a simple touch screen instead of dozens of buttons and features you were too distracted to play with.
As he drove off, you stared out the window, refusing to look in his direction. He had pushed up the sleeves of his blazer, showing off his toned and veiny forearms as he drove, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the middle console. “I’ll take you home,” Heeseung claimed as he slowed to a stop for a red light. “But let me show you something first.”
You looked at him incredulously but only nodded before looking out the window again.
You didn’t pay attention to where he was taking you, watching fondly as groups of friends walked down the streets, wide grins splitting their faces as they talked. It was rush hour, and you ended up paused in traffic long enough to watch a couple emerge from one of the street stores, arms linked and full of shopping bags. They were wearing matching sweatpants and sweaters, making you look down at the dress you wore. Pursing your lips, you stopped looking as you pulled your skirt down.
“Y’know, last night your skirt was getting pushed up.”
At his words, you glared at him. “You are so sleazy.”
Heeseung only grinned, never taking his eyes off of the road. “Something’s on your mind. Had to get you out of that head of yours somehow.” He briefly glanced at you, “Did it work?”
You blinked in surprise before looking away. Your hands clenched on your lap. “Where are we going?” you asked, changing the subject. You pretended not to notice when Heeseung stared at you, opting to look straight ahead.
“Somewhere I frequent. I’ll give you some leverage over me.” You peeked at him as he made a left turn, tracing over the lines of his arms. “Sound good, princess?”
You could only scrunch your nose in confusion. “Why would you want me to have leverage over you in the first place?”
Heeseung shrugged. “It’s clear you don’t trust me. I meant it when I said I wouldn’t bring us up again in front of your dad, but I don’t think you believe me ‘cause you’ve barely looked at me since you got in the car.” You winced, not liking how he read through you so easily when you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. “So, I’m bringing you somewhere that I’ve kept secret. You’ll be the only one who knows who could actually, you know, get me in shit with my dad.”
Unsure of what to say, you stared at his side profile in shock. “You are so confusing,” you muttered, leaning over to look out the window. You rested your chin on your palm to cover your warming face.
Before long, Heeseung pulled into an indoor race track’s parking lot. You looked out the window in confusion. Even from outside, you could hear the revving of engines and the squeaking of tires against asphalt. You spared Heeseung a look, climbing out of the car wordlessly. He nodded his head at you, guiding you to the entrance. 
When you entered, the first thing you noticed was the yelling. Specifically, the sounds of fifth graders screaming as they circled the track in their go-karts. “Heeseung, buddy, I hate to break it to you, but a kiddie go-kart track isn’t exactly a best-kept secret.” A kid zoomed by on his kart, screaming at the top of his lungs as he pressed hard on the gas.
Heeseung only rolled his eyes at you, “So impatient.” Taking your hand in his, he tugged you along the back wall until you reached a staff-only door. Before you could argue, clearly neither of you was staff, Heeseung pushed the door open as if he owned the place. You gawked at him, whipping your head around to see if any staff were coming to kick you out.
To your surprise, the man behind the front counter only nodded in acknowledgement before going back to his morning coffee.
Heeseung kept walking, his large hand never leaving yours. You subconsciously balled them, swallowing thickly when Heeseung untangled your fingers to interlock them with his. Sneaking a look at you over his shoulder, he cheekily stuck his tongue out. The hallway beyond the door was empty, aside from a few bulletins with weekly events posted on them. 
Once you reached the end of the hall, a staircase leading to a basement came into view. You pinched your eyebrows together in suspicion, rooting your feet on the ground before Heeseung could pull you any further. “Look, I’m not really in the mood to be murdered today, so I think we’ll have to reschedule—”
Rolling his eyes at you for the nth time that day, he pulled harder on your hand, almost knocking you off your feet. He caught you with ease, his warm palm pressing against your waist as he waited for you to steady yourself. “Trust me a little, please? I promise you won’t get murdered.” At the end of his sentence, he held out a pinky. You stared incredulously at him, decked out in office attire yet holding out his baby finger to you like an adolescent.
“Are you five?”
“Hey, cut me some slack. I’m six, actually,” he teased, wiggling his pinky at you as he silently urged you to follow through with it. Heaving a sigh, you latched your finger with his.
After following Heeseung down the dingy staircase, you were met with a similar sight. A large racing track encompassed the room, looping and curving in a way that filled the space. However, unlike the track you saw upstairs, this one was occupied by cars you’ve seen in racing movies. A deafening rush of cars drove past, sending a gust of wind your way.
“Holy shit,” you mumbled, staring at the cars drive uncomfortably close to one another as they made another harsh turn.
Heeseung smiled at your awed expression, a sense of pride blooming in his chest. “Well,” he exhaled, “this is my secret.”
You turned to him quickly in disbelief. “You race?” As surprising as it might’ve been, the longer you thought about it, the more it made sense. Maybe it’d be hard to believe that the Heeseung in front of you was a racer, but the one from last night? With his dark demeanour and fancy car, you’d believe it in a heartbeat.
“Only on my work breaks,” he winked. “I’ve been coming here for years. This is where loads of the street racers in town come to get their fix when there are no races going on up top.”
“Street racers?” you echoed. “Like… the illegal ones?”
“Totally like… the illegal ones.”
You slapped his shoulder at his remark, bristling as you turned away. Heeseung only laughed, a loud laugh that stemmed from his tummy as he threw his head back at your displeasure. Ruffling your hair, he walked away, leaving you standing at the bottom of the staircase. You sputtered, moving to follow him, but before you could take another step, a man blocked your view of him.
“You must be Heeseung’s girl.”
You frowned at the assumption, even if it was technically true. “What on earth are you talking about?” you combatted, looking over the man with disdain.
He threw his arms up in surrender, silently telling you he meant no harm. “Relax! I just assumed because Heeseung has never brought anyone down here before.” He paused for a moment before smiling at you with a glint in his eye. “But you were also holding hands just now, so…”
Your face flushed at the prospect of getting caught. “Shut it. Who are you, anyway?”
The man’s smile widened into a grin, showing off his pearly whites. “I’m Jake. I run this place, so I’ve known Heeseung for forever. You, on the other hand,” he jutted a finger in your direction. “You’re a new face. Usually, newbies need clearance before coming down here, but I’ll trust Hee on this one. ‘Sides, I’ve seen you on a few posters here and there.” He whistled lowly, looking over his shoulder at the direction Heeseung left in. “I knew he was some hotshot, but I didn’t know he could actually pull someone like you.”
“Like me?”
Jake raised a brow at you, scanning your face as if you’d just insulted him to his face. “Uh, yeah? You’re a model, right? You’ve got the looks, so don’t be so bashful down here.” The sound of loud engines cut him off. The excitement seemed to burst from within him as he immediately ushered you over to some bleachers. “C’mon, they’re starting soon.”
He sat next to you as you tried to make yourself comfortable, feeling jittery from being left alone with a stranger. Not that Heeseung was any less strange to you, but it was better than being sat thigh-to-thigh with someone you’d just met.
“Purple car’s Yang Jungwon. The silver one is Park Jongseong,” he listed off to you as if you would know who either of those people were. You couldn’t help but nod along, his golden-retriever-like excitement rubbing off on you. You’ve never watched a car race in person before, nor have you ever gone to any event like it. “Green is our baby, Riki Nikimura. He just started racing a few months ago.”
As he talked, a familiar red car pulled up next to the others, revving its engine loudly as if to proclaim I’m here. “You probably know,” Jake continued. “But that one’s Heeseung.”
A whistle blew, and suddenly the four cars became blurs. It was as if you’d miss half the race if you even dared to blink. You watched, astounded, as the racers circled the track with ease, not bumping into each other a single time. 
The race was over before you knew it, four laps around the large track driven in a matter of minutes. The victor, Heeseung, erupted out of his vehicle with a large grin on his face, pulling at his cheeks in pure joy. The other racers met him on the tracks; their car doors opened as they joined together on the asphalt. 
You watched from a distance as they conversed excitedly, too far for you to make out any of their words. Beside you, Jake nudged you with his elbow. “Cool, huh?”
You breathed out, making eye contact with Heeseung as he beamed at you, sending you a wave before turning back to the other three. “Yeah,” you said simply. “Really cool.”
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After Heeseung showed you the race track, you ended up seeing each other more often than you first thought you would. Turns out your father was serious about your engagement. True to his words, wedding planners met with you the day after the meeting. And the one after that. And the next.
A whole week of wedding planning sped past, and by the end of it, you were exhausted. You had one more stop on your schedule for the day, a simple cake tasting with Heeseung. You made it to the bakery first, standing outside idly on your phone as you waited for your husband-to-be to arrive. Your driver and security guard waited in the car parked nearby.
An engine revved twice, something that you’ve come to know as Heeseung’s way of greeting. When you looked up, he was already locking his car across the street, jogging across the empty road to meet you. “Hey,” he breathed, running a hand through his locks. “Sorry, I’m late. Riki’s engine was busted, and the kid doesn’t know how to fix ‘em yet. Normally we get Jay or Sunghoon to do the mechanic work, but they’re out scouting for spots.”
The mention of a possible race piqued your interest. You shook your head, smiling softly at him. “I just got here. You’re fine, Hee. Let’s head in?” He nodded, opening the bakery door for you before following you in.
The smell of fresh cake invaded your senses the second you stepped in. You closed your eyes in delight, taking in the scent blissfully. Heeseung chuckled at your antics, using his hand to guide you further into the building by the small of your back.
Before long, a head popped out from the back, a rather young-looking boy with a tall chef’s hat placed neatly atop his cotton-candy pink hair. His eyes were bright as he caught your gaze, cheeks pinkening at the sight of you. “Hi,” he greeted the both of you, dusting off leftover flour on his apron. “You must be Lee Heeseung and—” the boy turned to you, awestruck as he sputtered out your name. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to stare,” he apologized bashfully, bowing his head. “You’re just prettier in person. The magazines don’t do you justice.”
You had the gall to blush at his words, turning your head in slight embarrassment. “Thank you,” you paused to read his nametag. “Kim Sunoo. That’s very sweet of you.”
If possible, he turned redder at the sound of his name coming from your cherry lips. Beside you, Heeseung watched the interaction with displeasure soaking into his skin. “We’re here to taste your cakes,” he cut in before Sunoo could say another word, knocking him out of his reverie. “For our wedding.” If Sunoo noticed that Heeseung had stressed the last word, he didn’t say anything. You nudged him gently, telling him with your eyes to behave. 
Heeseung’s eyes narrowed, but he kept his lips together.
The two of you followed Sunoo to the back, where an assortment of cake slices were laid on the counter. Your eyes bulged at the sight, counting over twenty cakes. “Your wedding planners gave me a list of what flavours you both had mentioned wanting,” Sunoo introduced, gesturing to the cakes with a wave. “There were… quite a few between the both of you, but luckily some overlapped.”
A few seemed to be an understatement. Heeseung looked over the variety of cakes before pointing at one. “Is this one strawberry?” he asked, inspecting it closely. You hovered by his side, gazing down at the many plates. Sunoo nodded in confirmation, clasping his hands in front of him. “Are any of the other ones strawberry-flavoured?”
“We have a few, yes—”
“Take them away; we won’t be choosing those.”
You blinked in surprise at his firm standing, as did Sunoo, who tilted his head in confusion. The movement reminded you of a puppy, and you fought the urge to giggle at it. “But the strawberry flavours were on your profile.” 
At his words, you turned to Heeseung with a frown. “If you picked them, shouldn’t we at least try them first?” You surveyed the many strawberry cakes that Sunoo was in the process of putting away. “You obviously like them.”
Heeseung didn’t even spare you a glance. “You don’t like them.”
You stared open-mouthed at him. “How do you know I don’t like strawberries?” At your question, Heeseung finally met your gaze, only smirking at you as he rested his weight against the countertop, leaning on his palms.
“Do you really want me to get into that story here, princess?” You frowned in confusion. However, when you looked over at Sunoo, it seemed as though a light bulb had gone off for him, as his face became redder than the strawberries on the cake he was holding. A second passed before realization dawned on you, and you refrained from smacking Heeseung upside the head.
“Whatever,” you grumbled, ignoring the heat pooling in your tummy. “Let’s just taste these cakes and go home.”
Heeseung chortled, not even minding the fact that he may have left a rather lewd image in the younger man’s mind. “Whatever you say.”
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After the first hiccup, the cake tasting went smoothly. You and Heeseung had finally decided on a cake with multiple tiers, allowing for multiple flavours. All of the bigwigs will be invited, Heeseung argued. Might as well appease them all.
A long hour had passed before the final order was set, and Sunoo told you to come by a couple weeks before the wedding to finalize the cake. Before you left, Sunoo came up to you, notepad in hand. “Sorry to bother you,” he spoke lowly, looking at you with a pretty smile. “Could I get your autograph?”
You agreed wordlessly, taking the pen from his outstretched hand. After signing it, Sunoo didn’t even give you the option of returning the pen on your own, instead taking your hand in his fondly. “I did mean it,” he said with sincerity dripping from his honey voice. “You really are prettier in person.”
You didn’t get to reply before Sunoo’s hand was slapped away. Heeseung’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, bringing you close to his side as he stared daggers at the baker. “Might I remind you that the woman you’re talking to will be my wife?” He spoke firmly, leaving no room for questions as he turned, dragging you out of the bakery. Your driver and security guard were long gone, having left at Heeseung’s promise to bring you home. 
“What was that?” You asked in disbelief, glancing over your shoulder in time to watch Sunoo disappear in the back. “He’s just a fan, Heeseung.”
He said nothing, opening the door for you before promptly slamming it once you were situated. You flinched at the aggression, eyes trained on the man as he made his way into the driver’s seat. He started the engine silently, the keys jingling as they hung from the ignition. His left hand wrapped around the steering wheel, but he made no motion to pull away from the curb.
Instead, he leaned over the middle console and pulled you closer by the chin, three fingers gripping you tightly. You gasped at the sudden forceful movement, staring widely into his dark eyes. You felt his breath tickle your skin as he stared at you, eyes fixated on you as if you’d disappear if he looked away.
“You’re driving me mad,” he uttered, lips just barely brushing over yours as he spoke. He had his lip ring in today, and you shivered at the feeling. “Ever since that night, you’ve been on my mind. And it’s driving me insane because I can’t do anything about it,” he hushed, his tone torturous as he bore into you.
“When I walked into your father’s office last week, you have no idea how happy it made me knowing that you were going to be mine,” he hissed, fingers digging into your skin almost uncomfortably. “You’re mine, and yet you’re here entertaining other men that shouldn’t even matter to you.”
“Heeseung,” you mumbled breathlessly, eyes darting down to his plump lips. He narrowed his eyes at you harshly, his normally rounded eyes growing sharper as irritation swirled in his dark hues. 
“You’re mine, princess,” he rasped, leaning forward. His lips pressed against yours in a kiss, his body moving fervently against yours to convey his turmoil. You moaned loudly when he bit down on your lower lip, his tongue licking into your mouth as he kept his hold on you. Unlike his other kisses, this one was messy. Your teeth clashed as he shifted closer, spit dribbling down your chin and onto your pressed clothing. 
The hand that gripped your chin moved to wrap around your neck. He didn’t press down, but the heat that surrounded you sent shivers down your spine. “Let me take you home,” he almost begged, moving to bite at your ear. “Wanna show you who you belong to.”
You whimpered at his words, pressing your thighs together fruitlessly. “My apartment’s closer,” you gasped when he bit down on your jugular, his hot tongue shooting out to lick at the teeth marks. “Go there, please.”
The ride passed by in a blur, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself pressed against another elevator wall. It was hard to contain your moans as Heeseung made his way down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt until your bra was available to him. He fisted your breasts through the fabric, eliciting a lewd groan from you. 
“Such a whore,” he jeered against your lips as he kissed you again. “Letting me touch you like this, undress you like this. You probably want to get caught, don’t you?” He groaned, grinding his growing hard-on against you through your clothes. You let out a noise at how hard he’d gotten, your mind swirling as continued to press himself against you. “Fuck, baby. You’re driving me crazy,” he sucked your earlobe, the sensation making you squirm.
When the elevator dinged, Heeseung made haste, tugging you into your apartment after fumbling with your keys. The door slammed behind you, and you felt the cool touch of wood against your back as he pressed you against it. He wasted no time kissing you deeply, hands roaming your sides as he pushed your shirt off completely. Your bra followed soon after, his expert hands unclasping it with ease. You barely caught sight of it being thrown haphazardly across the hall in a haze.
He tugged down your pants after popping the button, shoving them down your legs unceremoniously. You whined into his mouth, tugging at the fabric of his shirt. Letting go of your lips, he pulled the shirt over his head before coming back for more. You could get addicted to the way he kissed you, needy and full of desire. His lip ring pressed against your skin, the contrast making you sigh.
“Jump,” he mumbled against your lips before claiming them as his own once more. With ease, he hoisted your legs around his slim waist, pressing you harder against the door as he ground into you. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his clothed dick, your thin panties doing little to mask the sensation. You briefly wondered if your neighbours could hear you, but the thought left as soon as it came when Heeseung cupped your breasts roughly. “You remember the safe words?”
You nodded impatiently, moving your hips against his desperately. “Yes! Please, just fuck me,” you begged, trying and failing to feel more of him. Your hands dragged down his toned front, grasping onto his warmth like a parasite.
“Where’s your bedroom,” he asked, pulling away to look you in the eye. His bare chest heaved, his skin turning pink. The sight of Heeseung’s bruising lips and glossy eyes had you falling apart in his arms as you directed him to your bedroom.
You were less-than-gracefully dropped onto your mattress as Heeseung stood over you, unbuckling his belt. The light from the hallway illuminated him, casting a glow around his figure. His eyes never left your body, eyes roaming up and down as he rid himself of his trousers. You trained your sight on his bulge, his boxers doing little to hide his length.
“You’re mine,” he repeated, climbing over you slowly. “Mine. Your smile is mine. Your laugh is mine.” He cupped your boobs, circling your nipples with calloused thumbs as he watched you carefully. “These are mine.” Heeseung leaned forward, pressing his clothed cock against your cunt. “Fuck—this pussy’s mine too, yeah? You were made for me, all mine.”
You could only nod, not trusting your own voice, as he moved to pull your panties off. You whined when you felt the fabric stick to your folds, your slick acting like glue. Heeseung balled up the fabric, unceremoniously shoving it in your mouth. You whined, the noise coming out muffled as Heeseung pulled off his boxers, revealing his hard dick.
“You don’t need to talk,” he growled, leaning down to bite at your neck. “Clearly, you’re just a stupid bitch who doesn’t know when she should speak. Why else would you let that fuck flirt with you in front of me, huh?”
You shook your head adamantly, attempting to speak through your cum soaked panties. 
“You think he knows that you’re laying here, spread out for me like this? Do you think he knows just how fucking wet you are for me?” He slapped your cunt as he spoke, causing you to jump. A sick look of pride took over his features at the sight of your glassy eyes, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. He dragged two fingers up your cunt from your weeping entrance up to your puffy clit. 
“Shit,” he groaned at the touch. “Gonna make you mine. Gonna fill you with my cum, so everyone knows, yeah?” Using your slick as lube, he rubbed his shaft slowly, never taking his eyes off you. You lifted your hips off the bed, wanting nothing more than for him to rail you, but he was quick to push your body down, his large palm pressing against your tummy firmly.
You cried out as best you could when he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, collecting your juices as he fucked against your clit. He pressed the fat tip into your entrance, the familiar burn causing your eyes to roll back. He groaned lowly as he pressed himself into you, heaving when his hips met yours.
He watched as his cock slipped in and out of your clenched hole with ease, your heat sucking him in. Pushing your legs up against your chest, Heeseung steadied himself on his knees as he buried himself in your pussy. “Fuck,” he drawled out, his head thrown back in pleasure. Your eyes trailed down his neck, his Adam’s apple jutting out deliciously as he swallowed. 
Pushing down on the back of your thighs, pressing your legs almost uncomfortably against your body, he moved with the same passion he used to kiss you in the car. You almost screamed, biting down on your soaked panties as he drilled into you. The sound of your wetness slipping against his cock was obscene, but God did Heeseung love it. He moved faster and faster, pistoling into you with an unrivalled enthusiasm.
Releasing one of your legs, he reached down to circle your clit, making you jolt up from the bed. You threw your head back, loud cries escaping your throat even through your improvised gag. “So fucking good for me,” Heeseung groaned, draping his body over you as he shoved his face into the crook of your neck. His pace never faltered, strong and hard thrusts pushing your body up the bed. “Fuck—! This fucking pussy was made for me.”
Without warning, he pulled your panties out of your mouth, now dripping with saliva. He dropped them somewhere on the bed, his hips slamming against yours as he kissed you. You moaned into the kiss, hands grabbing blindly at his back. “H-Heeseung!” You cried, burying your face into your comforter as hot tears burned the corners of your eyes.
“Come on,” he hushed, pressing against your clit faster. “Cum for me, baby. Wanna feel you cream around my cock. You can do that for me, can’t you?” You blabbered out nonsense, unable to make any coherent words as his hardness dragged along your gummy walls. You could feel the rope in your stomach tightening as his thrust became more desperate. His rhythm stayed constant, even as the back of his thighs burned and his cock twitched.
“F—uck,” he almost sobbed, his voice breaking as he fucked into you ruthlessly. “God, baby, feel so fucking good. Gonna cum inside, yeah?” His voice echoed in your ear, leaving goosebumps on your skin. You couldn’t tell if you were nodding or shaking your head to his words, your mind a mess, as all you could focus on was the feeling of his cock. “You’re gonna take it for me—shit—take it all. Don’t want any of it coming out.”
You felt something snap as you arched your back, your orgasm washing over you in brutal waves, like a tsunami crashing against your body over and over. You sobbed as Heeseung kept moving, never relenting in his pace as he chased his own release. His fingers kept circling your clit, even with your feeble attempts to push them away. “Heeseung,” you cried as overstimulation racked your body.
Heeseung swore under his breath, kissing you gently, contrasting his harsh thrusts. “I know, baby,” he sighed, sweat rolling down his face as he pecked your lips. “Just a bit longer for me, shit, you’re taking me so well.” He moaned loudly as he neared, gripping your hips tightly as he plunged into you.
He bit your shoulder as he came, ropes of thick cum painting your walls white. His hips stuttered, a quiet fuck, fuck, fuck spoken into your shoulder. Heeseung didn’t stop thrusting into you gently until his orgasm faded away, pressing his softening cock deeper into you. You could feel his cum seeping out of you, soft whimpers rumbling in your throat at the feeling.
His breath was heavy as he all but collapsed on you, using what little strength he had to hold himself up so he didn’t crush you. He left gentle kisses on the marks on your neck, making you shiver in sensitivity. He pressed a lingering peck against your lips before leaning back slightly to look you in the eye.
Heeseung shifted to move a stray hair out of your face, and you couldn’t help but melt at the way he was rubbing circles on your hip. Leaning up, your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him, wrapping tired arms around his nape as you brought his body flush against yours. The movement made him accidentally press against your clit, and the both of you moaned into the kiss. You swiped your tongue over his lip ring, sucking it into your mouth as you moved your hips slowly.
“You’re insatiable,” he mumbled against your lips. Despite his words, he felt himself grow hard when he glanced down at your shifting hips and the ring of white around his shaft. 
“You love it,” you countered, holding him against your body tighter.
He scoffed, pressing a kiss against your forehead before rolling you over so that you were sitting on his lap, dick still inside. You squeaked when he took your hips and rolled you back and forth over his cock, your cunt still sensitive. “No more running away,” he rasped as he fucked up into you slowly.
You leaned down to kiss him once more in silent agreement.
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We Don't Have to Stop: 12 Days of Smut #10
Bucky Barnes x Reader One-Shot
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Warnings: profanity, mutual pining of sorts, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink but not really, truly cheesy fluffy shit, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: I do not like writing cheesy fluffy stuff, it is not me at all but I felt like this prompt really called for it so I tried my best. I love all of @mashedpotatooooos prompts, this was another really creative one!
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           It’s just a waltz, the simplest dance you could’ve been told to learn. Yet, with Bucky, it feels complicated. You don’t think the dance is complicated in itself, but the way Bucky has been teaching it to you for the past two weeks is complicated. Is complicated even the right word? It’s confusing. There you go, that’s the right word. He always came across as this elusive recluse. You rarely see him during the day but he’s up late every single night without fail. He doesn’t go out of his way to interact with anyone except for Sam. Or at least that was true until he offered to teach you to dance. Now, you’re all his every night at 8 pm.
From 8 to 10 pm, Bucky gets to remember what it’s like to have a girl swooning in his arms. Swooning? Maybe he was being a bit too bold by thinking that, but it sure felt like you were swooning when you looked up into his eyes just as he pulled you close against his chest last night. The way you’ve been looking at him the last few days makes him dread the day the mission is set for, because he knows that as soon as it’s over, your little late-night rendezvous in the gym will end. You’ll dance one final time while undercover at the gala, and then he’ll only have the memory of you being so close to him.
Bucky sits on the floor of the gym with his back leaning against the wall and his knees bent in front of him. He’s replaying the last two weeks with you in his head as he traces the golden lines of his vibranium arm with his flesh index finger.
“Hey, sorry I’m a few minutes late. I had a dinner thing.” Your sweet, melodious voice rings out like a song as soon as you come bustling into the gym. Even if you hadn’t mentioned having dinner plans, Bucky would’ve been able to tell from the full face of makeup and the loose curls you’re sporting. You look so put together, even though you’ve changed into more gym-appropriate clothes since dinner. You’re wearing a pair of black leggings and a baggy SHIELD sweatshirt. Normally, you’d have worn a t-shirt, but you were in such a rush you put on whatever you grabbed first. That was your first mistake. Your second mistake was leaving your hair down.
You’re only fifteen minutes into your little dance lesson when you decide that you’re getting a little too warm to keep the sweatshirt on, so when Bucky breaks away from you to pick a new song, you pull your sweatshirt off and toss it on the floor next to your water bottle.
Fuck. He’s staring, and he’s fully aware that he shouldn’t be, but he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. You’re standing before him in a black sports bra and matching leggings with sweat glistening across your cleavage and neck. Though your eyes are down on your water bottle as you work to screw the cap back on it, you can feel Bucky’s gaze burning as it coasts over your skin. You always know when he’s looking at you, it’s like a sixth sense.
“Play that song you almost played yesterday, the one with the trumpets, the one you skipped. I liked that one.” You say softly, when you finally look up and meet Bucky’s gaze. He swallows hard before nodding his head and setting the song to play. As soon as you hear the lead trumpet, you feel like you’re being transported back in time to whenever Bucky and Steve were probably the talk of Brooklyn.
As you and Bucky get into position to practice your waltz, Bucky hesitates for a moment. His hand comes to rest on your middle back, as it has every other time that you’ve practiced, but his touch feels unsure.
“This is a great song, but it’s not exactly a song for a waltz.” Bucky points out.
“Then show me how you’d dance to this one.”
This is what led to Bucky having his first moment in the 21st century that made him feel like he was truly at home. The two of you danced to It’s Been a Long, Long Time by Harry James in a way that Steve would’ve been proud of. Bucky pulled you in close, so close that your bodies were nearly flush against each other. You’d never danced like this with anyone before, but with Bucky it felt like second nature. He held one of your hands in his, slightly above the height of your elbow, and his other hand wrapped snugly around your lower back, keeping you pressed against him. As you swayed back and forth, the eye contact between you both was intense, lighting your soul on fire. When the burning inside of your chest became too much to bear, you did the only thing you could think to do. You leaned in and rested your chin on his shoulder. Truthfully, it was a beautiful moment. Bucky closed his eyes and imagined this exact moment happening back before his life became what it is today, when Steve was still the little guy he had to stick up for and everything costed a few cents rather than a few dollars.
The only thing that maybe wasn’t so beautiful was the hard-on that Bucky was sporting. Luckily, you didn’t notice it. His hips were just far enough away from yours that you never once brushed against the front of his pants. Though, you were every bit as turned on as he was. You thought maybe dancing like that explains why women had so many kids back in the day. Who knew it would’ve been such a rush?
When you finished your practice session an hour and a half later, you were quick to take your leave and rush upstairs to your room. At first, you were kicking yourself over the way you were practically swooning over the quiet, brooding man. But then, as you started to get into a warm shower, you began to wonder what was so bad about simply fantasizing about him. So, you threw on some music and spent the entire shower imagining him standing behind you, helping you lather the soap over your smooth skin. You may have even imagined him licking the drops of water off of your skin before you toweled yourself dry. Little did you know, Bucky was across the hall in his own shower, imagining the same damn thing.
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            The mission went off without a hitch. You waltzed the evening away, got all of the intel that you were after, and then made it home by ten pm. The two of you went your separate ways for the night, with you curling up in your room to begin typing out your mission report and Bucky heading off to do whatever it is he does late at night. When you finally shut your laptop an hour and a half later, you felt a twinge of sadness. No more late-night dance lessons, no more necessary closeness with the man across the hall, no more knowing what it’s like to be pressed against Bucky’s chest. You decide to trek out into the kitchen for a near-midnight snack. A snack is exactly what you need to lift your spirits.
            Bucky hears your door open and close down the hall. He listens closely as you patter down the hallway and across the living area, your footsteps slowing as you near the kitchen. Your eyes land on his bare shoulders first, and then your gaze coasts down the muscles of his back. Shit, he should go shirtless more often. You join him in the kitchen without saying a word. He turns to look at you as you rummage through the pantry, but looking at you only makes him feel worse. He wants something that he didn’t know he wanted, and it’s all because of that damn dance two nights ago. The dance where you rested your chin on his shoulder and let him hold you close enough to feel your heartbeat pounding against his own.
            You settle on a box of cereal, pulling it out and shutting the pantry door. When you turn to look for a bowl, you notice Bucky’s stare. He doesn’t look away, instead you end up looking into each other’s eyes. His gaze is full of longing, and maybe a little bit of lust.
            “You’re up late.” His voice sounds so tired, it makes you want to drag him back to his room and tuck him right into bed.
            “I’m getting used to these late hours, dancing with you every night messed up my Circadian rhythm.” Bucky laughs lightly, but your words keep playing in his mind.
            “Sorry, we probably should’ve been practicing earlier in the day.” He admits.
            “No, it’s fine. I liked having the gym to ourselves. I’ll miss it, honestly.”
            “Having the gym to yourself?” Bucky asks, raising an eyebrow. He watches as you carefully pour a bit of cereal into a small ceramic bowl.
            “No.” The word leaves your mouth too quickly to take it back.
            “What will you miss then?” He wants to hear what you’re thinking, he wants to know that you’ll miss it as much as he will.
            “It was nice…the dancing.” You say quietly, your eyes flitting over to where Bucky stands confidently now, his arms crossed over his bare chest and a smile playing on his lips.
            “It was.” He agrees. That’s all he has to say? God, you need to calm your damn racing heart if that’s all he has to say. Bucky continues watching as you pour milk over your cereal and then take a small bite. He can just barely make out the slight blush painting your cheeks. As his eyes coast down your frame, he notices the way you’re clenching your thighs together ever so slightly. Fuck. It isn’t even lust he’s feeling. He wants to slow dance with you to 40s music and then lay you down in his bed and kiss you all over. He wants to go back in time and introduce you to his mom before sitting down and having a family meal with you by his side. He wants all of the old-fashioned things with you.
            The one and only time Bucky that has lost control since being freed from the hold that the Winter Soldier had on his mind, happens right there in the kitchen. As you raise your spoon to take the second bite of your cereal, Bucky rushes forward, practically knocking the spoon out of your hand as his hands come to cup either side of your face. His lips are on yours before you even have a moment to realize what’s happening, but your body responds like kissing Bucky is a natural instinct. Your cereal is forgotten as he walks you backward two steps, his lips slotting over yours with an urgency and passion you’d never dreamt would come from him. When your back collides with the cool metal of the fridge, your lips part to breathe in a gasp of air and Bucky takes the opportunity to slide his tongue between them. It’s a kiss that could make you forget your own damn name.
            “I liked dancing with you.” Bucky whispers against your lips, letting you have a moment to catch your breath. You look up into his eyes, silently begging him to say more. “We don’t have to stop, just because the mission is over.”
            “Stop dancing?” You question. Your innocent little expression makes his cock a little too hard, and he starts to step away from you, worried you’ll figure him out. You’re quick to place your hands on his sides and keep him in place.
            “Stop dancing, stop being this close to each other, we don���t have to stop anything.” Bucky answers. He presses a much softer kiss against your lips before pulling back again.
            “Don’t stop then.”
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            “Don’t stop, Bucky, please.” You moan out the words as quietly as you can, which isn’t very quietly given Bucky’s entire cock is pumping in and out of you so quickly that you can’t even catch your breath. He wanted to be old-fashioned with you. Bucky fucking loved the idea of taking you out on a date, taking you dancing, taking things slow. But as soon as you told him not to stop in the kitchen, he was done for. It had only been fifteen minutes from then until now. Now he’s fucking you like you’re his newlywed wife.
            “I’m not, baby. I’m not stopping for anything.” He grunts, dropping his forehead to your shoulder as he continues to thrust into you. You’re taking his cock so well that he can’t keep himself from imagining giving it to you every day for the rest of his life. You’re taking his cock so well that he hopes you end up pregnant with his child, so he can live out the perfect 40s fantasy that lives in the back of his mind. He wants you all to himself, sleeping in his bed, having his kids, growing old with him. His thrusts grow a little slower and sloppier as he edges himself unintentionally.
            “What are you thinking about?” You ask. You can tell he’s lost in thought as he continues sliding in and out of your wet cunt. You run your hands up his back and then rake your nails down it lightly.
            “The 40s.” He answers semi-honestly. Bucky lifts his head and looks in your eyes and gives you an unexpectedly hard thrust with his hips, driving his cock in so deep that you feel the tip brush against your cervix. After your sultry moan echoes throughout his room, you try to gather yourself and continue the conversation.
            “Would you have fucked me like this in the 40s?” You have to ask.
            “You think I’m fucking you?” Is he not? Bucky looks down at you quizzically, patiently waiting for an answer as he continues his painfully slow movements. You nod your head, unsure of how to really answer his question. Bucky kisses you just like he did in the kitchen earlier. It’s a mixture of lips and tongue, with a heaping portion of passion. He sucks on your bottom lip before biting down on it and then picking up the pace with his hips. He thrusts into you harder and harder until the pleasure you’re feeling is so overwhelming that your nails dig into his back a little too hard and you’re sure you’ve left marks that’ll last at least a couple of days. When Bucky feels the walls of your pussy fluttering around his cock, he knows you’re close and he takes a leap. He lets himself cum inside you without saying a damn word. You watch as his head tilts back above you and a long, low groan escapes his lips and enters the space between you. He’s cumming inside of you, and he looks so fucking perfect doing it. Simply seeing him come undone like that sends you right over the edge after him, and he fucks you through the strongest orgasm you’ve ever experienced.
            A few seconds go by and Bucky remains buried deep inside of you, refusing to make any move other than peppering kisses across your nose and cheeks as you come down from your high.
            “I didn’t fuck you.” He says between kisses. You giggle and shake your head, clearly not understanding.
            “Are you sure?” You ask, your eyes floating down to where your bodies are still connected. Bucky’s gaze softens as he leans down and presses one last soft kiss to your lips.
            “I made love to you.”
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Rafey - Rafe x Reader FLUFF
Req: I am in need of rafe fanfics so here I am requesting …. I was wondering if you could write something about rafe being really soft when it comes to reader and being completely different from his usual mean personality and just being completely whipped for her?? Hope this is alright :)
Rafe x Reader est. relationship
Warnings: Language, violence, alcohol and drug use, rafe making sexual innuendos lol
Summary: You witness Rafe's animosity towards others and notice the difference in his treatment of you.
SOFT! RAFE IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE.
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Summers on The Cut were the absolute best. Parties every weekend, the beach with your friends, all the time in the world with your boyfriend, Rafe. The Kook life suited you well.
You stepped into Tannyhill, the blast of the AC immediately cooling your body down from the hellish weather of the OBX. Rafe and Sarah had come together, a once-in-a-blue-moon occurrence, to plan that weekend's party. Rose and Ward had taken Wheezie out of town for her birthday, leaving the elder Camerons alone in the big house. Sarah was in the kitchen, stirring a big cooler of some sort of beverage you guessed you would be indulging in later that night.
"Hey Y/N!" She smiled at you. "Rafe is out getting some stuff for tonight, but he should be back soon!" You nod and cross to the counter where she is.
"Alright." You look around the big room. "Do you need help with anything? Should I-"
"Could you get the ice from the freezer?" You smile.
"Got it."
Fifteen minutes later, and a few sips of Sarah's concoction later, you are giggling on the sofa.
"No way."
"No, I'm serious. After he got his wisdom teeth out, he kept asking to watch The Backyardigans. It was hysterical. Wheez got so many good videos of him." You simply couldn't contain your laughter at the thought of Rafe watching a kids' TV show.
"Yeah yeah. It's hysterical." His voice rang out from behind you and Sarah's eyes went wide as they met yours, a laugh threatening to escape from her lips. You, however, kept giggling.
"Rafey... How often do you watch The Backyardigans?" He rolled his eyes and set his hands on the back of the couch, bending down to meet your height.
"It was a one-time thing, baby." You giggled again and Rafe smiled the tiniest bit. "Geez, how much have you had to drink?" He sat up, running his hand through his hair, which you were thankful for. After you had kept stealing his gel, Rafe left his hair natural, which you were very thankful for.
Sarah started laughing again, which made you start laughing.
"Not a lot!" He rolled his eyes and turned away from the two of you, going to the kitchen to finish preparations. Sarah suddenly gasped and tapped your shoulder repeatedly. "D'ya wanna get ready with me? It will be so fun." You immediately nod.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Sarah jumps off of the couch reaching her hand out for you.
"C'mon!" You grabbed her hand and let yourself be pulled in the direction of the stairs before Rafe's voice stopped you.
"Hold on ladies. I'd like to talk to my girl before you leave me all alone." Sarah giggles again before running up the stairs. You smile and turn to Rafe, jumping a bit in shock when you see that he is already in front of you, his hand on the wall beside your head.
"Hi." You whisper.
"Hi." He whispers back. You grin at him, which makes him smile.
His unoccupied hand brushes a strand of hair away from your face before he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.
"I bet you're gonna look beautiful tonight. Have fun with Sarah and holler if you need anything." He gives you a real Rafe smile and you return an even bigger one.
Hours later, you were riding on the buzz of Sarah's tasty drinks and some weed. You felt great, the light blue dress you chose for the night fell just below your bottom, something that Rafe had noticed the moment you had walked down the stairs.
He had been keeping an eye on you all night, how could he not with that fucking dress? You looked like you were having a good time with Sarah and the rest of your friends, smiling at you from afar.
"Yo, Rafe!" Kelce clapped him on the shoulder. "Special delivery from Barry." The mention of the drug caught Rafe's attention quickly and he grinned at Kelce.
"Where?" Kelce jerked his head behind him and began to walk away. Rafe turned his head back to where you were and decided you'd be fine on your own for a bit. He met Kelce and Topper in a spare guest-room. The white power clumped on the table made Rafe's heart pound in anticipation. The three Kooks indulged in the drug, making their noses burn and heads spin.
Rafe left the room and made his way back to the party, rounding a corner when a touron bumped into him.
"Hey man! Watch where you're going. Asswipe." The dark haired guy spat out. With the drug mixed with Rafe's temper, the guy was on the floor in an instant.
"The fuck did you just say to me?" Topper and Kelce were right behind Rafe, amused looks on their faces. The party had quieted down, eyes and ears on Rafe and the kid on the floor below him.
You pushed your way to the front of the crowd, staring with wide eyes as Rafe's body loomed over the touron.
"Dude! what the fuck?" The guy scrambled up onto his feet, pushing Rafe back with as much force as he could. "Do you wanna fight?"
Rafe's dark laugh could be heard over the music.
"Awe dude's gone and fucked up." Topper said, coaxing a laugh out of Kelce.
Rafe smirked, pushing the sleeves of his button down up to his elbows.
"Won't be much of a fight dude." Rafe's fist collided with the guys face seconds later, sending him back onto the floor. Gasps sounded throughout the room.
"Rafe!" You screamed as he bent down to deliver another blow. And another.
Rafe managed to control his anger and picked the touron up, clutching him by his shirt.
"Get the fuck out of my house." The touron wasted no time scrambling out of Tannyhill and seconds later, the party was back in full-swing, like Rafe hadn't just beaten a tourist up.
Kelce and Topper patted Rafe on the back as he inspected his hands.
"Rafe." The prior actions had sobered you up almost completely. Their heads snapped to yours and Rafe gave you another one of his rare smiles. You fought the urge to smile back. "Come with me. Let me help you." You glared at Kelce and Top as they giggled at Rafe nodding and following you out of the room like a puppy.
The cocaine had made Rafe hyperfixate on you. Your pretty face, your sparkling eyes, the slight pout of your lips while you cleaned off his bloody knuckles.
"Hi, baby." He whispered. You were standing in between his legs, with him on the counter in his bathroom.
"Hi." You didn't look at him when you replied, too focused on fixing him up and too mad to meet his gaze. That is until Rafe started giggling.
"Well isn't this a switcheroo." Your head jerked up at Rafe's odd choice of words.
"What?" He's grinning at you again and the sight makes your heart race.
"Usually I'm in between your legs." Your head drops in exasperation and you take a deep breath.
"Jesus, Rafe." You refocused back on his hand, cleaning it up before wrapping it with bandages.
"We could make that happen, if you want..." His voice is just above a whisper. You are waiting for a giggle to follow but the room is silent. You look at him and his eyes are wide and pupils blown.
"Rafe..." You take his head in your hands. "Are you high?" A sheepish look wipes across his face.
"Only a little bit." His strong arms wrap around your torso, pulling your body closer to his. His head drops to your shoulder. "Mmmm. Yof snel go." His words are muffled and you stifle a laugh?
"What?" His head pops up a little.
"You smell good."
"Thank you, Rafe." His head pulls back so his eyes can meet yours, a frown present on his handsome features.
"Stop calling me that."
"Rafe? Baby that's your name." He shakes his head.
"You haven't called me Rafey all night." He pouts and you smile.
"Do you want me to?"
"Yes, please." Even though you hate Rafe's use of drugs, you do enjoy this side of Rafe that comes out after he indulges in it.
"Aright, baby." You grab his hand to pull him off of the counter but he doesn't budge. "C'mon big guy." He shakes his head.
"Not until you say it." You set your hands on your hips as you stare at your boyfriend, Rafe Fucking Cameron, the scariest Kook of them all who just fucking broke a kids nose, is sitting on a counter in front of you, acting like a baby and begging you to call him by his nickname.
"Then I guess you're gonna have to be nice, Rafe." His eyes narrow.
"You're being mean. I'm always nice." You roll your eyes. "To you." He reaches his hands out and pulls you back to his embrace. "Please?" His eyes are like a puppies and you can't hold back your smile.
"Rafey..." Out comes another true Rafe grin which makes your heart soar.
"Say it again." His fingers brush your sides as he looks at you expectantly. Your hands reach up to push his hair back.
"Rafey." He thanks you with kisses. Your forehead, nose, cheeks, lips.
"Stop! Ew!" You are a giggling mess. You manage to push the large man away from your body, trying to catch your breath.
You look at him, standing by the door, watching you with a small smile.
"What?"
"I love you." His words go straight to your heart.
"I love you." He pulls you in for a real kiss, one that makes you melt into his arms.
The two of you leave the bathroom hand-in-hand.
"Did you call me 'big guy' ?"
"Shut up."
THIS MADE ME SMILE SO MANY TIMES!
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Cinnamon Girl
pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader (in this story Y/n is the daughter of another family that also stayed with the Fisher’s & Conklin’s during the summer)
word count: around 5.4k (unedited)
tw: slight mentions of underage drinking
part two: here
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There were two things I was absolutely sure of by the time I was fifteen. The first was that I was in love with Conrad Fisher. The second was I knew I could never have him, he was Belly’s. There was an unspoken knowledge, that they belonged to each other, even if they didn’t realize it at the time.
Now six years later, I’ve pushed those feelings deep down, even if Belly and Conrad were just a small blip in the past, it didn’t feel right, not to me at least. Now here I was sitting in my car, blueberry pie sitting in the passenger side as I tried to calm the anxiety creeping up my skin. It had been two years since I was last here, two years since I last saw everyone.
The invite came in the mail, on creamy, thick card stock. Susannah’s black and loopy calligraphy lettering staring back at me. A standard invite to her annual Fourth of July bash. Once I opened up the actual card, a smaller note fluttered out, a more personal one. Susannah asking me to come back, because she missed me, everyone missed me. When Susannah got sick the second time, I made a promise to myself, that if she ever needed me or wanted me there I would be there, and even though she was better now, it felt like a promise I still had to keep. It took me a few days to actually RSVP due to the internal battle of raging thoughts running through my head. Once it was in the mail however, there was no backing out. About four days later is when I heard from Belly.
“I can’t believe you’re finally coming back, I’ve missed you so much,” Her voice gushing over the phone speaker. I could tell she was older, more confident, and I as I realized how much I missed her I choked on a sob. “Y/n, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just didn’t realize how much I missed you till I heard your voice.” A somewhat sad laugh escaping from my lips.
“Oh, Y/n. I’ve missed you so much, and I’m not the only one.” I know exactly who she’s talking about but choose to dismiss it.
“I always knew I was Laurel’s favorite.” A hint of narcissism in my words.
Belly’s loud laughs echos off my flat’s walls, “That’s not who I’m talking about and you know it.”
“I’m not sure Belly, he was so mad when I left two years ago.”
“Suffocated?”
“You were always so good at reading me.”
“My twin flame, remember? Just don’t tell Taylor.” This time I can hear the smile on her lips and laugh.
We shared regular calls the month leading up to the trip. She kept me informed on all her Freshman year antics, the few boyfriends she had, the classes she was taking, her more recent thoughts about maybe studying abroad to gain more experience. Every once in a while she slipped in an update about Conrad, I acted indifferent to the info, but secretly my heart ached for more. Belly knew I wasn’t quite ready to full broach the topic of him just yet, and I appreciated that.
I reach for my phone and pull up Belly’s contact, the phone barely rings twice before I hear her chipper voice on the other side.
“Y/n! Are you almost here yet? I’m so excited to see you.”
I laugh, “I’m actually sitting in the driveway right now, come get me please?”
“Really? Okay, I’m coming.” The call disconnects and a few seconds later I see her bounding out the front door and coming straight for the rental car.
I step out of the car and open my arms seconds before Belly is crashing into me, she engulfs in a hug, her summery scent invading my nose. Tears prick my eyes as the anxiety is replaced with joy. My shoulders immediately relax and I lean into her. Belly may be two years younger than me, but she was my best friend, practically my sister. She steps away from me, and looks me up and down.
“What?” I ask suddenly feeling timid.
“You’ve changed so much, you’ve grown.”
“I’ve grown? Look at you, your hair is longer, your eyes somehow seem brighter, and you walk around with this amazing confidence I’ve never seen you with. You’re a woman now, Isabel.”
This time she blushes, “You sound like my mom and Susannah.”
“Speaking of them, should we head inside?”
“Yes, of course. Do you need help with anything?”
“Just the pie, I can handle my suitcase.”
As I cross the threshold of the house, I’m hit with all the memories this house holds, good and bad. The house hasn’t changed one bit, all the furniture, wallpaper, and smells are exactly the same. It’s like stepping directly into a memory. Belly leads me into the kitchen where Laurel and Susannah are currently talking over glasses iced tea.
“Look who I found wandering outside.”
Laurel’s entire face lights up while Susannah looks like she’s about to cry, I walk over to them and they wrap me in a giant hug. I know without a doubt that this feeling is home, and I shouldn’t have stayed away for so long.
Susannah cups both mine and Belly’s cheeks, “My special girls, back where they belong. Would you like some tea or a snack, I’m prepping dinner right now.”
“Actually I could really use a shower, feeling very gross after all my travel.”
“Of course Sweetheart, you know where your room is. I’m so happy you’re here.” She pulls me into another hug.
Belly follows me up the stairs towards my room, “Alright I know you haven’t asked, but I know you’re curious. Conrad is out sailing with the boys right now, that’s why they aren’t here right now.”
“Thank you.”
“I should also warn you that Jeremiah and Conrad have no clue you’re here.”
I halt steps from my room door, “What? You didn’t tell them?”
“Well, we knew Jeremiah would be ecstatic to see you. We didn’t want to give Conrad too much time to think about it.”
“Because he hates me, and can’t stand to be in the same place as me?” The panic rising in my voice.
“No, because he can’t stop talking about you, he talks about you… wistfully. He misses you Y/n, probably the most. Behind me of course. Listen just shower, change, come back downstairs, have some tea, and everything is gonna be fine.”
“Alright Belly, you win this round. But I’ve got my eye on you.”
She backs up slowly, hands up in surrender as she heads back down stairs.
After my shower, I sit at my vanity and look at myself. Belly was right, I have changed, grown. My hair cut shorter than ever, I’d kept it long my whole life but had decided to cut it right before the trip, the sun has lightened up parts of my hair. My skin a has a nice tan from the Florida sun. Gone is the fifteen year old Y/n, looking before me is a young women still making her way in the world, but still dealing with the feelings of fifteen year old me. A pair of jean shorts, a crocheted tank top later and I’m heading back downstairs.
As soon as Laurel sees me she smile at me, “Hey bug, feeling better?”
“Much, I forgot how good the shower pressure is here. Is there anything I can do to help with dinner?”
“Absolutely not Y/n, you’re a guest. Just hop up on the counter, have some iced tea, and tell us all about school.”
“Ok fine, but after I make us some drinks. I’m gonna need something a little stronger if were gonna talk school.”
“You’re gonna make drinks? Who are you?”
“Yes, I’ve grown, just like you said Isabel. Plus my roommate taught me this amazing peach raspberry margarita recipe.” Belly sticks her tongue out at me for the use of her actual name.
“Well I think that sounds delicious, and I picked up those fruits this morning at the farmers market. Make us some margs Y/n.” Susannah gestures to the fridge.
“Belly, help me out. This will be a good recipe to have up your sleeve.”
“I’m gonna act like I didn’t just hear you telling my underage daughter about an alcoholic drink recipe.”
“Come on Laur, you know you’d rather have her learn it for me than some other boozed up student. Now let me work my magic, Belly pull out the blender.”
Belly pulls out the blender, ice, and tequila while I get to working on cutting up the peaches.
“So Y/n, tell us all about school, your internship, your roommates, Florida, boys. I want all the details.” Susannah says while adding the noodles to the boiling water.
“Well school is good, a lot of hard work, but I find everything I’m learning is so interesting. The internship is really intense, super fast paced, but really exhilarating, I love being able to help people. I’ve had a few questionable dorm mates, and roommates, but I have a good roommate now, her name is Nicole and she’s an angel. Florida is a lot, definitely a party state and school, which is fun occasionally, but it’s definitely not long term for me. No boys currently, there was a boy last year, Harry. It was more of having someone though, a comfort thing, nothing serious.” I throw everything into the blender, topping it off with some fresh lime juice. I watch as the contents all blend together creating a smooth peachy pink color, once done I pour the drinks into the salt rimmed glasses, and hop up on to the counter.
Laurel takes a big sip of her drink, “This is better than I was expecting. So Y/n, do you mind me asking about your dad?” In response I take a big gulp of my drink.
“He’s much better than he was. Sometimes when I visit and walk past his room I hear quiet cries coming from his room, and I see him stroking a picture of him and my mom. Sometimes I pity him for not being able to fully let her go, but than I have to remind myself that even though it was her decision to leave, he still blames himself, and he still mourns her, even if she’s only physically gone from us. It also hurts because he struggles with showing his emotions, when I know he would probably just feel better to talk about it, just not to me. Sorry didn’t mean to info dump like that.”
“Oh bug, don’t worry about it. We’re always here for you.” Laurel squeezes my leg affectionately.
“Alright enough about me. Belly tell me more about your school.”
She launches into her stories, the three girls she rents an off campus apartment with, the cute retro diner she waitresses at, and the few guys she’s casually dated.
“Alright girls, help me set the table please.”
Belly and I grab the plates and bowls and get to setting the table.
“So are you nervous?” Belly asks me, a smirk playing on her face.
“What would I be nervous about?”
“Seeing Conrad again.” A slight sing song tone to her voice.
“I’m nervous to see all of the boys.”
“That is not what I asked, but I’ll let it go.”
I hear the front door open, and the sound of three different laughs bouncing off the walls.
“Hey mom, who’s car is in the driveway. I don’t recognize it.” I can place Jeremiah’s voice immediately.
I step out from the dining room into the kitchen, “Hey kid, long time no see.”
Jeremiah spins around, a look of disbelief painting his face when he sees me, “Okay I think I’m suffering from heat stroke, because I’m definitely hallucinating.”
“It’s me, in the flesh.”
Jeremiah picks me and spins me around as I let out a laugh, “This day just got one hundred percent better.”
I reach out and tug on one of his curls, “I like the dark brown, it suits you. More grown up, mature.” He flashes me one of killer smiles.
“Sweet, Y/L/N in the house,” Steven calls out. “I didn’t realize you were coming in today.” He wraps me into a hug.
“You knew she was coming?” Jeremiah asks, mock betrayal on his face.
“Yeah, Belly can’t keep a secret for shit.” To which we all laugh at.
His voice cuts through the laughter, “Y/n?” The second our eyes connect the air leaves my lungs, and everything goes into slow motion.
“Hi Conrad.” There’s a heavy tension settling between us, he’s in front of me in just a few seconds, wrapping me in his arms. I can feel him deeply inhale, the way he used to when he needed comfort, and I wanna cry all over again.
“Alright boys, go wash up while we put the food up on the table,” Susannah’s voice rings out around us. Conrad eyes me for a second longer before making his way upstairs. “Y/n, you wanna serve up some more of your drinks.”
“Sure why not, just no more for me. Two is my limit when it comes to these, I’ll take some of that iced sweet tea now though.”
Susannah brings the big bowls of pasta and salad over to the table, Laurel following behind her with a plate of garlic bread. Belly takes a seat next to me and we serve ourselves as we wait for the boys.
Dinner goes smoothly, with no hiccups. However every once and a while I catch Conrad looking at me and have to quickly look away from the heat of his gaze. All of the boys catch me up on their own college adventures, and I do the same. I can’t help admire Conrad as he talks about his job at the lab with such passion. I sit back and take in everything around me, everything I’ve missed so much. I feel very content in this moment, all the fears I was feeling earlier melting away.
The boys are tasked with cleaning up after dinner since we helped set up. Belly and I amble up to our joint bathroom to get ready for bed.
“So… was it just me, or was there some tension between you and Conrad tonight.”
“It was probably just the emotions of seeing each other again.” I can’t ignore the way my heart rate jumps though.
“Maybeee. The way he was looking at you though, he never once looked at me that way, or anyone else for that matter.”
“Hey, do you mind me asking what happened between you two? You never really shared.”
“At the time I was so in love with him, and I know he loved me to, but I don’t think he was ever fully in love with me. There was always something holding him back from giving in completely, and at the time I just assumed it was because of Susannah, as I’ve gotten slightly older with a bit more perspective I know that it wasn’t only that. I realize that we kind of dated as an obligation, we just owed it to ourselves to see what we could be. I know for a fact now, he’s not the one for me and we’re better as friends. It took some time to come to terms with that, I was always so sure Conrad was the one for me. I’m grateful for my time with Conrad, I learned a lot about myself during that time, and I’m happy with the way things turned out.”
“I’m really happy for you Belly, you’ve learned and grown so much in the two years I’ve been gone.”
“It would’ve been easier with you by my side, but I understand why you needed to get away, and I’ll never hold that against you.”
“Thank you so much Belly, you have no clue how much that means to me.” We hug one last time before heading off to our own rooms.
I toss and turn for about an hour, the first night here is always the hardest for me, takes me a little bit longer for my body to ease into the easy life here. I decide I’m not gonna be able to sleep yet, so I get up instead. Throwing on a crew neck and my slippers I had downstairs towards the kitchen in search of a glass of white wine. Thankfully Susannah keeps the wine in the fridge, I pour myself a glasses and head out to sit on the dock.
The dock is lit up with string lights, I sit in silence taking in all the sounds around me, and sipping on my glass of wine. I regret staying away for so long, from the one place that ever truly felt like home. I feel a wetness on my cheeks and realize I’ve started crying. I laugh a little at the sudden change in my mood.
“What’s so funny?”
A small scream escapes my lips as my head whips around to find Conrad looking at me, “Conrad Fisher! Don’t you know not to sneak up on a girl like that!”
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He walks towards me carefully, seeing the tears staining my face.
“Oh nothing,” Quickly wiping the tears from my face. “Just a little bit of nostalgia hitting me.”
“Speaking of nostalgia, imagine my shock coming outside expecting to find you swimming in the pool, only to find you on the dock with a glass of wine.”
“Glass of wine makes me sleepy, and I don’t have to drench myself in chlorine to wear myself out.”
“Guess there’s a lot I have to relearn about you.”
“Guess so.” A comfortable silence settles over us as we just sit and enjoy each other’s company.
“I’m sorry-“ We both laugh lightly over trying to start the same conversation.
“Sorry, you go first Y/n.”
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry for leaving, and for staying away so long. There were so many times I just wanted to call you and come running back here, to safety. I had to stay strong though, I really needed it. I really wish I came back sooner though. I missed everyone so much, missed you so much. I’m really happy to be back here, everything feels right with me again.”
“Oh Y/n, I’m so sorry for that night, for lashing out at you. I didn’t mean anything I said that night. I was just hurt and didn’t know how to deal with my emotions about it, which isn’t an excuse for the words I said. I hope you can forgive me, you don’t know how much I’ve beat myself up over this, how many times I wanted to call you and apologize profusely. I’m so so sorry.”
“Oh Con, I could never stay mad at you,” I squeeze his hand affectionately in response. “Now, tell me about school, like more in depth. I wanna know everything about Brown, and than Stanford, oh and the lab.”
Conrad laughs and goes into detail about his classes and everything he’s learning at the lab, it’s obvious he’s got a lot of passion for what he’s working on.
“So, is there a lucky girl back in California?” I watch as the look in his eye changes, but I can’t quite place why it does.
“There was a girl, Agnes. It was never like that though, she was just a girl in one of my classes, we studied together, and went on a few dates. We were both really just in it for the company. How about you, anybody in Florida waiting for you?”
“No, there was a guy, Harry. It was the same situation though, nothing serious. No one has been able to hold my attention for too long.”
We stay out on the dock, talking until the sun starts to come up.
“Hey, you wanna come with me to do a muffin run?”
“It wouldn’t be a Cousin’s summer morning without muffins. Let’s go.”
At my response Conrad gets up from the bench and holds out his hand to me. I grab it and we race down the dock towards the back door. After I quickly wash the wine glass and put it back up in the cupboard we head out. I climb into the passenger side of his Range Rover, that still somehow has a new car smell. The drive to our favorite bakery is filled with music, some laughter, but mostly a comfortable silence as the music surrounds us.
Conrad pulls up in front of the bakery and we both hop out. Conrad trails behind me as we walk inside. The bakery is busier than expected and his fingers latch onto the bottom of my crew neck. Eventually it’s our turn to order and Conrad places his head onto my shoulder as he gives the order.
“Hey, can we get two almond poppyseed, four blueberry, and six chocolate chip. Oh, can we also get a medium iced black coffee and a medium iced chai with oat milk and a shot of espresso.” The lady behind the counter quickly rings up the order and gives us the total, Conrad whips out his wallet and passes over his card. We go off to the side as we waiting for our muffins and drinks.
“So, you remembered my muffin and drink order.”
“Hard to forget what has been engraved in my memory. Although I took the liberty of adding the espresso shot since you didn’t sleep last night.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s really no problem.”
“No, I just mean thank you in general. Thank you for always saying and doing exactly what I need. You’ve always been in tune with what I want before I even know.”
“Well, not always,” He taps his finger on my forehead a few times. “But I always try to know what’s going on up here.”
The lady calls us over because our order is ready, and Conrad asks me to add a singular sugar packet to his coffee before we leave. Our drinks in my hands, and the box of muffins in his. We load up into the car and head back to the house.
The smell of bacon hits my nose as soon as we open the front door, and we make our way towards the kitchen where Susannah is making coffee while Laurel is perched on the counter with a mug of coffee.
“We got muffins!”
“Oh fabulous, I was just debating if I wanted to make pancakes along with this, and now I don’t have to. You guys are amazing.”
Conrad and I load up our plates and sit at the kitchen table, our legs pressed up against each other. One by one, the rest of them make their way downstairs, drawn by the smell of hot coffee and fresh muffins. Belly sits down across from me, and I don’t miss her eyes bouncing back and forth between me and Conrad. When she finally catches my eyes, her eyebrows raise. I mouth ‘Later’ at her to get her to stop making those eyes.
“So I was thinking…” Belly starts.
“Well that’s never good.” I finish for her.
There’s a shuffling under the table and the sound of a resounding thump, Conrad lets out a groan, “Wrong person Belly.”
“Whoops, sorry.” She smiles sweetly and reangles herself, her foot than makes contact with my shin.
“Ouch.” I stick my tongue out at her and she does the same.
“Anyways, Taylor will be arriving in about an hour, and I was thinking we could have a nice little pool day. Just like when we were younger, except hopefully with margaritas.” She gives me hopeful eyes.
“Alright fine, I’m in. I will need to pick up some more fruit though.”
“Oh, well I can pick up the fruit when I go to get Taylor, just text me what kind you need.” Steven speaks up.
“I’m sorry, why are you picking up Taylor?”
Belly gasps, “You didn’t tell her?”
“I didn’t really get a chance to last night,” Steven shrugs and than looks at me. “Taylor is kinda sorta my girlfriend.” My jaw drops and Belly scoffs.
“Kinda sorta my ass, they’ve been together for two years.” Belly rolls her eyes.
“That seems like very vital information, how could you keep this from me?”
“Well, it did happen pretty soon after you left, and it felt kinda weird trying to bring it up to you during that time.”
“Again guys, I’m so sorry. I never wanted to leave like that.”
“Hey, stop beating yourself up over that. We all understand, and we’ve all forgiven you. We’re just happy to have you back with us.” Jeremiah flashes me a cheesy smile.
“Thanks Jere. I’m very happy to be back.”
Laurel and Susannah leave shortly after to run errands before our Fourth of July party tomorrow. Belly and me head out to the backyard to start on setting up for our pool day.
“So, you gonna tell me what happened now?”
“Well, I couldn’t sleep last night so I came down to the dock to think. Conrad ended up finding me down there. We apologized for the way things went down two years ago, and than proceeded to stay up all night talking about the past two years. After that, we went to go get muffins.”
“Hmm, I was picking up some very couply vibes between the two of you.”
“Nothing like that happened between us, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t feel that way about me.”
“You’re wrong. I see it in the looks he gives you when he thinks no one else notices. Steven told me he has noticed this as well, and Conrad is his best friend, so he definitely knows what’s up with that.”
“I don’t know Belly, it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. Things are probably different for him now.”
“Different in a good way, he’s different in the last 24 hours than he has been the past few days without you here. Just think about it, be open to it. I just wanna see you happy.”
“Alright fine, I’ll be open to it.” Belly let’s out a squeal as a shit eating grin breaks out on her face.
“What’s got you all smiley Bells?” Jeremiah asks as he spots us by the pool.
“Oh nothing, just girl talk.” A smug smile on her face, Jeremiah just shakes his head and laughs.
“So, do you need any help out here?”
“Actually, how would you feel about dipping into that little trust fund of yours and getting us lunch from one of the restaurants in town. I really don’t wanna be cooking today.”
“Anything for your I guess Y/n. Any ideas about what you want?”
“I was thinking maybe something like sandwiches. Is that bistro still on main?”
“Claytons? Yeah, is that what you want?”
“Yeah, that sounds perfect. I’m sure you can charm them into a good deal. A bunch of sandwiches, some salads, and a big to-go gallon of their lemonade. Thank you Jere bear.” I gush sweetly.
His head shakes in laughter, “Alright, I’ll go place an order.”
“Perfect, and Belly can go with you to pick it up since Conrad and I did the muffin run this morning,” Belly shoots me a ‘what the fuck’ is wrong with you look. “Alright, thank you so much guys. I’m gonna go get ready now.”
Belly checks in about 45 minutes later to let me know she’s heading out with Jeremiah to pick up our lunch order and I smile smugly as I tell her bye. I head down stairs to fill up my water bottle. Conrad is already in the kitchen, back facing the entryway. I admire the way his swim trunks sit on his hips and the way his back muscles move as he lifts a glass towards his lips. For a moment I let myself imagine what it could be like if we were together. I could walk up to him, press a gentle kiss to his shoulder blade, and he would turn around and give me a huge smile, before he bent down to gently place a kiss on my lips.
“Y/n?”
“Sorry, got lost in thought. Came down to fill up my water bottle.”
“You’re all good,” There’s a look in his eyes that I don’t recognize, something fierce, perhaps longing if I let myself be hopeful. “Fill up your water bottle, and we’ll head out yeah?”
“Sounds like a plan.” I busy myself with my water bottle trying to shake my previous thoughts away.
Conrad and I make our way back out towards the pool and I lay my towel down on the chair.
“I knew I missed this place, but I didn’t realize how much until I was back.”
“So you missed everything about this place.”
“Absolutely everything,” I clock the look on Conrad’s face too late as he tackles me into the pool, a shriek escaping my lips. I come up from the water gasping for air. “Conrad Beck Fisher! I’m going to kill you!” All he does is shake his head and laugh at me, so I latch onto his back and dunk his head underwater.
This time he comes up gasping for air, “Alright fine truce, I deserved that.” His arms hook around my legs and he brings them up around his torso. We just swim around the pool in silence with me on his back.
The back door opens and Taylor and Steven walk out onto the patio laughing.
“Y/n? I didn’t know you were back?!”
I shoot a look at Steven, his hands shooting up in defense, “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
I roll my eyes at him, “Go get your suit on Tay-Tay and get your ass back down here. Lunch will be here soon.”
“On it boss.” Taylor and Steven laugh and head back inside.
“Alright Con, we should get out. Food will be here soon.” I admire his back muscles once again as he gets out of the pool.
Twenty minutes later Jeremiah makes his way out to the patio to announce the food is here and he’s bringing it out. He ordered a mix of lobster rolls, turkey clubs, BLT’s, a few different salads, and a giant to-go container of lemonade.
An hour and a half later, I’m sunbathing letting the food settle in my stomach. I relish in the sounds of the laughter coming from the pool, it’s the first time I’ve felt actual peace in the two years since I’ve left. A shadow casts over me and I open my eyes to find Conrad standing over me.
“Can I help you?”
“Shower time.” He shakes his wet hair at me sprinkling me with water droplets.
I gasp and hold my hands up, “Hey what about our truce?”
“That ended when you got out of the pool. You’ve got five minutes to get yourself back in the pool while I get more water, or there will be consequences.”
“Yeah sure, whatever.” I go back to sunbathing.
Sure enough in five minutes Conrad’s shadow is looming over me again, “Times up!” He scoops me up from the lounge chair and carries me over to the pool, and simply sets into the water submerging us completely. When we come up I shove him away from me laughing.
The rest of the day is spent in the pool, playing chicken, volleyball, or just relaxing on floats. A few stolen touches and looks between me and Conrad, and while small they set my body on edge. They make me feel buzzed with anticipation, that maybe the hope I feel could actually lead to something.
A/N: tried to keep it short, but my words tend to get away from me while i’m on a writing flow. first time writing like this in a long time, please be gentle with me. i don’t really expect any movement on this, but if you happen to find it, i hope you liked it. i have a love hate relationship with this piece, but i kinda wanna do a pt 2 cause it’s definitely not finished. also i wrote this while listening to cinnamon girl hence the title, but i feel i could delve deeper into the themes of that song if i end up doing a pt 2. xx
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Stopping around the corner of Watery Lane, you tried to catch your breath. This street, had never felt so small. The walls of the small houses, felt like they were closing in on you. Glancing along the cobbled road, memories entered your mind.
Memories of growing up here, playing with Ada. Hiding from her brothers. That was until you caught Tommy's eye.
Ever since you were fifteen, he had protected you. But, where had he been now? He couldn't help you. You were dragged away from your children. Left in a cell.... You suddenly felt sick, the stress of the past day too much to bare.
"Good Morning Mrs Shelby," a man spoke, tipping his hat to you, whilst he walked past.
"Is it?" you wanted to say. Come on Y/n, go and get your babies. How long had you stood here for?
Pushing the back door open so hard, it bounced off the wall. The whole room turned, to look at you. "Elsie," you sobbed, holding your arms out, as she scrambled away from her father.
"Come to Mummy, Mummy has missed you so much,"
Bending down, you let her wrap her arms around your neck. "Miss you, Mummy," she replied, snuggling against you.
"Y/n," Tommy gasped, standing from his chair, rushing towards you. His strong arm, wrapping around your shoulder. "You ok, ey? Let me see," Tilting your head, he checked for any sign of visible injuries.
Moving away from him, you walked to the pram. Joseph still sleeping, your heart lurched at the sight of him. Your precious boy. "I fed him Y/n, he wouldn't take a lot though," Esme announced, the room still silent.
"Thank you, Esme," you replied, "I have plenty to feed him,"
Tommy ran his eyes over your frame. Dress wet from you leaking boobs, hair tousled. But, you wore a faraway look in your eyes. Watching his daughter jump down, he stepped closer.
"Y/n, what happened? They fucking told me, you had already got out," his hand came to rest, on your bicep.
"Clearly not," you bit back at him. "I see you are so worried, you are sat here drinking fucking tea," you hissed.
"Elsie, come with Aunty Ada, let's go and find Karl's toys," Ada spoke up, ushering your daughter with her.
"Of course I am fucking worried, Y/n!" his voice boomed, trying to take you in his warm embrace. "I told them you were innocent, this had nothing to do with you. I have got men out there, looking for you!"
Taking the whiskey glass from Arthurs hand, you drained it. Leaning against the worktop. Yourself and Tommy glaring at each other. Who would be the first one to break eye contact?
“Ask the question..." you stated, hands holding onto the worktop for support. Tommy's family began to stand up, wanting to clear the room. Not be caught in the middle, of yet another domestic.
“Sit down," you warned, voice now eerily calm.
"What question, ey?" Tommy asked, lighting a cigarette. The smoke billowing out of his nostrils.
"You know what question!" you screamed at him.
Polly jumped up to push Joseph, out into the hallway in his pram. Running at Tommy, you hit against his chest with your hands. Tears flowing freely now. So sick and tired, of playing these games.
So tired, of pretending you were ok.
"Just ask the question," you cried, falling onto your knees. Tommy hadn't even attempted, to stop your attack. He deserved what was coming to him. You knew Tommy better than anyone. Knew how his mind worked.
"What did you tell them?" he eventually asked. His face flushing with embarrassment.
Standing up, you scoffed, raising your arms up.
"And there we have it, what you really want to know. You don't care, about what happens to me, never have," You glanced around the room, everyone keeping their eyes firmly focused on the table, the floor.
Anywhere, but Mr and Mrs Shelby.
"Y/n... that's not.." he started, gingerly stepping towards you.
"Shut up!" you screamed, realising you were losing your voice. "I told them everything...."
"Nah," you heard Arthur speak up, shaking his head. "You would never... I know you Y/n, you are one of us. You wouldn't snitch,"
Tommy's face drained of colour, as he stumbled against the chair. If you were telling the truth, he was going away for a very long time. He would probably be hung. What about his kids?
"Wouldn't I?" you asked, looking at everyone of them in turn. Suddenly feeling like an outsider.
"You know what he wanted me to do?" your question was directed, at Tommy. Voice shaking, desperately trying not to break.
“Campbell…. What he asked me to do? Let you guess shall I?"
Tommy shook his head, rushing out into the back yard. He was violently sick, the thought of Campbell even being in the same room as you. Never mind, putting his hands on your skin. He couldn't even think of it.
“Y/n, what happened?” Polly asked, resting her hand on your shoulder.
Brushing her off, you turned on your heel. Heading towards the pram, looking back towards them. You caught Tommy’s eye. “Don’t follow me,” grabbing the pram, you pushed it out into the street. Calling for Elsie to come with you.
Tommy obeyed your wishes, left you alone all day. Sat in his room, waiting and waiting. For the coppers to come. His time was up. He didn’t have another plan. What would happen to you and the kids?
Would he see them grow up?
This whole life, wasn’t worth losing his family for. Sucking deeply on his pipe, he let his head fall back against the pillows. Waiting for sleep to come. He had played with the devil one too many times, and now it was his turn to pay...
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ARE YOU READY FOR IT? | LYNEY
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warnings 1.8k words, implied child neglect, the dark themes of the house of the hearth, once again i will say that this is not canon compliant
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A deep breath. In, out. Once more. Rehearsed lines, practiced smiles, and a heart as steady as a frightened squirrel.
“Good?”
You meet his eyes. “Good.”
The corset isn’t as suffocating as you expected it would be. Aether ensures that you’re as comfortable as possible dressed in this snug bodice with a puffed-up, full skirt that drapes gracefully down your legs in a deep shade that blends in seamlessly with those of those who walk past the busy streets of Fontaine—because you’d eventually have to fight with this thing on.
The polearm feels heavy nestled in your palms. Strange, as you had never gone through a night without spinning it around your body and thrusting it into the air in the solitude of the night where no one would suspect a thing. You flick your wrist, not bothered to watch it disperse into the air. You’ve come to a point where green stems are more at home in your hands than weapons. You’re not sure why you don’t feel content with that revelation.
“Are you ready?”
Your gaze snaps to Aether, who’s looking at you warily as if standing across a ticking bomb. “Yes.” You offer a smile, hoping it comes across as comforting.
Aether tries for a smile back, though it looks more like a grimace. You can see it in his eyes: he doesn’t trust you. But his desire to learn more overpowers his wariness, and now, you’ve struck a deal. So long as you’re wearing this disguise, you are allies.
“Paimon is starting to miss your muddy apron,” Paimon says, wilting as you twirl around. “You look a lot less like Y/N.”
“This is who I really am, Paimon.” You glance to the ruffles and the thick coat, engulfing you in everything Fontaine. 
Paimon tilts her head. “Who?”
You cast her a dry smile. “Runaway coward, fraud, and Fatuu.”
YEARS BEFORE.
For as long as you can remember, you’ve been an orphan under the care of ‘Father’.
If you were to shut your eyes and reminisce about life before the orphanage, you’d catch a fleeting glimpse of your mother’s face as you were surrendered over to grand doors, ones that felt like they were fifteen feet tall and thick enough to keep you from your family. You don’t know if your mother was kind or if she intended to leave you here long enough for everyone to call you an orphan. You eventually stopped dreaming about her.
You find that it doesn’t matter because you’re already here. You wouldn’t know where she would be. Waking up spelled out another day of pushing through.
“Hush, child,” a voice whispered as you hiccuped, overwhelmed with unfamiliar faces and tall, tall walls. Your chin was gripped by hands with sharp nails, but they didn’t hurt you. “Save your tears. You are safer here.”
You blinked rapidly, tremors jostling your shoulders with each ugly sob, tears rolling down your cheeks. Your breathing slowed as the shed tears cleared your vision, finally seeing the woman in front of you. She looked as if she had just done something horrible; she looked as if she wouldn’t hesitate to slit your throat if you screamed and thrashed around her hold.
You looked at her and saw someone you knew would protect you.
It became a little less dull when ‘Father’ let you borrow one of the weapons from the stash. The one you chose reeked of dried blood and looked dangerously unused, its surface marred by rust. It was long, and you concluded from the tip that it was no sword; it was all too different from the weapons you’ve seen around. On your first swing, you stumbled and nearly let it slip through your fingers.
“A polearm,” ‘Father’ noted, staring down at you in a way that felt as if she was scrutinizing every action and every thought running through your head. “Would you like to try it out?”
It was difficult. Each swing felt as if you were inches away from hitting your own head—or, even worse, felt as if you would make the wrong move and hit ‘Father’, who’s watching you in silence. She doesn’t stand from where she’s seated, though she does speak here and there. Stand straighter; don’t hold it too tightly; watch your balance.
You loved it. You held onto the rusty polearm more than you breathe. You train, and train, and train until it twirls around your fingers seamlessly, like water rushing through smooth rocks, until it’s as easy as a second limb.
That is how you made a name for yourself in the House of the Hearth.
During the times ‘Father’ returned briefly from business trips, you’d make her watch you train. You made her see how far you’d come, and she knew it, too. She’d even invite the other orphans to spar with you, but you were never defeated.
The orphans would hear your name, and they’d either scrunch their noses in distaste or brighten up in awe—it’s all the same, in your opinion. They hear your name and think of how fondly Arlecchino favors you.
The next one, they whisper. The next king.
The House of the Hearth became something greater than a home. It became a training ground for future soldiers, disguised as an orphanage, yet it treated you far better than your own household. Here, you've matured in wisdom with each thrust of your weapon and with every hidden truth that Teyvat conceals; it's where you learned to sharpen and embrace them all. Here, no one can hurt you. No one tries to break down your walls or question why you have them up in the first place. 
‘Father’ took you in and gave you another chance. ‘Father’ saw your battered arms and torn faith and introduced you to a house where you wouldn’t ever have to feel this broken again. And you, too young and too aware of the creeping loneliness clawing at you, took her hand and never looked back.
The House of the Hearth is where you learned what it was like to feel respect. Fear goes hand-in-hand with it, but you can’t help it if it can’t bring you down because you’ve climbed far too out of reach.
“That was a really good match,” Freminet mumbles as you walk over, sweaty all over and panting from exhaustion—but there’s a wide smile on your face, only ever appearing after battling someone.
You beam at his praise. “Yeah? I was testing a new move last night. It didn’t work, though.”
“I didn’t even notice you slipping,” Freminet says, puzzled, prompting a burst of laughter from you.
This side of you is only reserved for Freminet. To everyone else—and especially ‘Father’—you’re cold and cruel, and you don’t like wasting time with other people. But you’ve grown fond of Freminet, just as his quiet murmurs and hours-long of whispers are meant just for you. It’s a strange friendship. Everyone else thinks you could never get along.
What everyone else thinks doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters, not when you’re something here.
“‘Father’ is calling for you,” Freminet says, gesturing vaguely to the side.
You pat Freminet’s head and flick the polearm back to life, materializing in your hands. “I’ll see you at dinner, ‘kay? Don’t sneak off this time.” Freminet pretends to think about it, humming thoughtfully, then smiles when you nudge his shoulder before darting off.
“Every kingdom would have the next king,” is what ‘Father’ says when you’re a few steps across her. There’s a ghost of a smile on her face—or at least is what you like to think. Your heart races. “I see it in you, child.”
Warmth fills your chest. You bow your head to hide the unprofessional and childish smile.
“Ah,” she continues, looking off to the side. “Before I forget…fetch your siblings. I have news to share.”
You frown, failing to hide your disappointment. You were hoping for a bit more. “Of course, ‘Father’.”
The House of the Hearth was perfect. This was where you thrived—where no one else could take this victorious feeling away.
But then Lynette became a part of the ‘family’, and with it, she dragged along Lyney.
Lyney, with his slicked back, matted hair, violet eyes wide yet somehow dim, and figure thinner than a stick—the picture of every orphan stumbling into their new home for the very first time. Lyney, who stands beside ‘Father’ as they’re introduced, his gaze wandering the room, the unfamiliar faces, then your unimpressed eyes. Lynette is behind him, peeking out from his shoulder.
‘Father’ gives them the usual: a promise of no betrayal, a promise of a bond as strong as the blood shared between the twins. They listen. You scowl.
It is also here, in the House of the Hearth, where your world is flipped upside down, all because of violet eyes that seem to have never left yours.
There’s something about Lyney that unnerves you.
You assure Freminet that it’s not just because you’re miffed that The Knave is paying too close attention to the twins. You would get over the jealousy—you knew it was for the twins to feel at ease as they settled in; she’d done the same to you (the only difference is she never stopped). But Freminet has also taken a deep liking to them, saying you’re wary for no reason.
He isn’t wrong. You’re wary for a reason you’re not sure why just yet.
It was just that Lyney’s face pissed you off.
He keeps staring from over ‘Father’’s legs, sharp eyes following your movements. His face is blank, keeping you from reading his thoughts, yet his eyes are wide. You can’t tell if it’s akin to a trembling puppy or a cat prepared to pounce. You hate the feeling of his eyes boring into your skin.
You tell ‘Father’ all of this as the other orphans scurry off to bed, and you’re in charge of cleaning the dining table. With each plate stacked, venom spits from your mouth, brows knitted, and teeth bared in a snarl. You haven’t questioned any of ‘Father’’s decisions—you’re wary of this particular one, though.
‘Father’ has that quirk on her lips, amusement evident on her suspiciously bright expression. “You haven’t met Lyney yet, have you? What’s brought this reaction out of you?”
You nearly fumble with the glasses, avoiding her eyes. “I-It’s not as if I hate him. I just—I don’t know. There’s something strange about him.”
And speaking of strange, ‘Father’ has that look in her eye that you’re starting to feel agitated by. You think that the knowing smile is a nice look on her, however, you’re not sure if what’s running through her head at the moment can be considered nice.
“I see,” she says, a lilt in her tone.
“See what, ‘Father’?” You bristle when she smiles wider. “See what?”
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Just don't talk----
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p6 to Just don't talk
summary: Enemies to lovers on steroids. Lando gives everyone around him a hard time.
warnings: cursing, typos
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He couldn't keep doing that. She sat back at the table, flustered as she watched him return too. Smirk on his face as if he'd just won the lottery. Why was it that he got what he wanted and also made her super horny? Was any of this really fair?
She was riled up, wanted more and had a hard time keeping this cool girl persona up. Cursed herself for always giving him what he wanted. He whispered and she danced like a trained puppy. This had to stop. There wasn't a cell in his body that deserved her attention or care. No. She downed a glass of wine sitting in front of her, that being her fourth glass. What the hell. Lando was just another asshole she hooked up with few times. While the sex was mind blowing, everything else about him infuriated her. He got away with all of his one night stands and she had to stay there and watch it with a smile. Not anymore. None of that tonight. She went to catch a breath for a moment. This is what he was making her do. Brough the worst parts of herself out. It was nice to fool around, but at some point it had to end. Was that moment here already? The best thing for her to do would have been to go home at that point. But she didn't.
Lando was over the moon, happy and excited. In his mind, he was already at Y/N's, or maybe even at his place, what the hell, why not, fucking her senselessly and receiving her heavenly devilish bite marks on all places where he could keep it somewhat secret. He came back to the table, shot a little smirk her way, as if he wanted to convey his plans non verbally. But his main goal to appear as if it was all normal, so he came back and finally joined the conversation. He had to bite his own lip to keep him from smiling.
His excitement transformed into a slight confusion when he saw her coming back from the outside and sitting right next to Oscar, just few seats away from himself. These two never spoke before, or at least not to his knowledge. So what was this about? It took him fifteen minutes of sitting on the other side of the table, watching his teammate having a chat with his secret hook up link before he got up and shamelessly moved over to join them.
Y/N and Oscar had actually spoken more often than Lando would know - since he rarely paid attention to Oscar when his job didn't require him to, and people surrounding Oscar. It's not that she would call them friends, but they were closer than most rookie drivers would be. Oscar's girlfriend was one of the few people around the paddock with whom Y/N could share her thoughts - when the team rivalry wasn't at its peak of course.
Y/N felt like some toxic thoughts were forming in her head once the adrenaline come down started, but decided to go for a safe option that might save her dignity after all.
She chatted with Oscar, asked about Lily and what she was up to. Oscar's dry humor made her laugh. Y/N wished she had a wholesome story to tell as he had. Just seemed so grounded compared to he recent turmoil of events. Now, dignity and peace was definitely not something that Lando would be concerned about. When his emotions got involved, he was an unstoppable force willing to bang his head to the wall like there was no tomorrow. His unhinged interviews were the usual result of that. Now, he was ready to cause a stir. He was not about to watch the two flirt without inserting himself into that situation.
He marched over, like the menace he sometimes was.
"So, since when are you two such chatty buddies?" he asked, bumping into Oscar in process. Y/N looked at him with a worrying look. What was his game plan? What if he exposed them? "Hello to you too," replied Oscar. "There is about 7 people of our age at this party, so that would be a factor playing in," he continued dryly and Y/N laughed a little. "You're right, there is a lot of adulting adults around," she realized. Lando was worried he might start to understand how Alonso felt. "Well, let me join the kids table then. What's the topic?" "Um, I was just telling Y/N about Lily's-" "Oh yeah, you have a girlfriend! One would almost forget, where is she anyway?" Y/N wasn't aprreciating how Lando interrupted Oscar. Judging by the younger driver's expression, it wasn't the first time. "Why would you even care," Y/N asked, well aware of how Lily disliked him. "I am just generally nosy, that would be all," he smiled and though Y/N would never admit it, she nearly melted. "Ha, my relationship? That would not interest Lando, right?," he told Y/N loudly and then turned to Lando. "Poor Lily, you almost scared her once with the rant about how relationships are pointless and hold one back anyway." Oscar was still bitter about that one night when Lando sort of lost it and his own anxiety broke away in a very aggressive form. Lando wanted to apologize anytime Oscar mentioned it, which was few times already. But there was always an audience. And this time it was the girl he was currently fucking with. Girl that was somewhat of an enemy. Not the ideal situation to reveal personal stuff.
"Boys will be boys, am I right?" he just blurted out and wanted to slap himself immediately. He wasn't the only one sitting at the table who wanted to do that. Y/N frowned and scoffed loudly.
"And this is who we call the feminist in F1..." "They really do, that must bother you so much, huh" he commented with cheeky arrows shooting from his eyes. Oscar wanted to go home at that point. Y/N was tired. Not even an hour ago, they were making out in the bathrooms and now he is just attacking, again. "I am very much looking forward to winning a race before you do," she said coldly. Oscar laughed a bit. It was that which truly sent Lando over the edge. "Not sure how, you can't fuck a stop watch." Lando heard his own words and hardly believed he actually said something like that, the combination of alcohol, jealousy and frustration making the worst out of him. Silence fell. She sighed so deeply one would think it was to be her last breath. What was wrong with him? "You're just a primitive fuck boy, aren't you?" "Great minds work alike, apparently." He turned his body, forgetting about the bite mark she gifted him with and flinched. She noticed his expression and saw it as a direct attack, him mocking her and belittling her. "Ok, that's it - Oscar, have a nice evening, if that is even possible in this company," and with that she got up and left, walking as quickly as was socially acceptable. Lando cursed himself mentally. His old habits of communicating with her not keeping up with his own personal growth. "Tell me why, you're the absolute worst version of yourself when she is around?" asked Oscar, while inspecting Lando's face. "I truly don't get it." "I don't either," he whispered softly and got up to chase after her.
"Leave me be!" she said quietly when he caught her, trying to avoid causing a scene. "Bathroom, now," he replied, understanding her intention. "As if, you asshole," she replied, completely misreading his intentions. Lando sighed. "Please, I just wanna talk."
There they stood, in front of the bathroom they'd left a mere half an hour ago. "You need to stop," she started, angry as ever. "Sorry, I didn't mean to - it was suppose to be a joke-" "You can't go around telling everyone I fucked someone from the paddock." "I didn't! I understand-" "No, you don't! You will get branded as a fuck boy, but I get branded as a slut! Our so-called progressive society is still ready to throw any girl that dares to have casual sex with her coworkers under the bus!" "But we're not coworkers..." Not that they particularly tried, but they knew each other more that an acquaintance would. Lando knew she wasn't talking about him. She didn't say a thing. A little slip up that might cost her. "Yes, we're not." "Y/N, did you sleep with someone from your team as well?" he asked quietly, not knowing why that thought made his stomach twirl. She did. Months ago. So what? It was a one time thing. A mistake - just like Lando apparently. "Why are you looking at me like that? You're proving my point. You're out there, fucking people left and right, nobody bats an eye. I do it once and I can see the word slut written in your eyes." He was taken back. "Was it recently?" Why was he asking her this question? "Whoever else I might have fucked doesn’t have anything to do with you, if I'm not mistaken."
She burned him with her look. He was looking back to the hall, where all the happy people sat. Could have been any one of them. Why was this bothering him? Could be any one of them. Was he just selfish? Could be any one of them. What if she screamed his name? She never had with him. Could be any one of them. "You're right, it does not have anything to do with me, and you do whatever and whoever you want. But it also does not mean that you fucking around should make me happy." His change of tone shocked Y/N a bit, making the anger leave her system. She admired his sudden honesty. She could never admit that the thought of him with that model made her almost throw up. Was this getting out of hand? "What is this about?" she asked, afraid of his answer. This time it was him taking a deep breath and looking her in the eye. "I don't know. Just wanted to say I'm sorry for being a dick." "You don't need to. Makes it easier to hate you back." "Do you think I hate you?" "Well, you're not exactly pointing in any other direction, aren't you!" He was about to interrupt her, but failed. "And no, fucking me against the door does not count."
Lando wondered when this night turned from a fun hot goofing around into this fail of a conversation. He was looking forward to touching her again. But all that suddenly went out of the window. Y/N gave him time to gather up a response. And when he didn't, she wished they hadn't talked at all that evening. They were just not good at it.
part 7
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The drip from the showerhead was becoming annoying as you sat in the steamy shower. You didn’t want to get off the counter. With a towel wrapped around your body, you stared at the tiles on the wall, your hair sticking to your scalp and neck. You didn’t want to move, but that constant tip tip tip was becoming very enraging.
In the heat of anger you stormed out of the warmth of the washroom into your room, pulling pyjamas out of your closet so you can find warmth and solace under your bed’s covering instead. Your emotions were getting the best of you, clawing and scratching at your skin as you dried your body aggressively. 
The frown stuck on your face as you pulled the shirt over your head. You turned to get a headstart in warming up your bed while you dressed yourself, when you met the dutch blue eyes.
You and Max stared at each other with wide eyes like deers caught in headlights. This was the last thing you expected. Max in your messy room and apartment? Not even on your list for depression Tuesday. In fact, you expected almost everyone you know to stop by for a visit, minus Max Verstappen. Max Verstappen wasn’t even supposed to be here? How’d he get in?
 “Y/N-” “FUCKIN HELL!” You screamed, taking a step back only to stumble on your own footing, falling back on your ass. “I just saw you at the hospital!” You pointed at Max accusingly, disbelief in your eyes.
But he wasn’t looking at your eyes, his eyes trailed down accidentally, meeting your bare body. “Max!” You shouted in embarrassment, struggling to pull your shirt over your head. His eyes snapped up to meet yours with a nervous blush.
“I’m sorry.” His accent flowed through as he started to panic looking around before finally deciding to turn around and face the other way. You could feel the embarrassment radiate off him as you dressed quickly. Your brain was working 10, 000 rpm you thought you were going to explode. 
You hesitantly took a step towards him, reaching to turn him around. You were so confused about what he was wearing? How did he get up and come here? What was going on? What was going on?! “Explain-” You needed answers, but apparently, you just answered them. You gasped in a breath as your hand went straight through his shoulder. 
You were going to pass out. You were definitely going to pass out, you thought as you looked down at your hand fearfully. Now the puzzle pieces were complete. Now you knew this wasn’t just a cruel joke. Max really was brain dead. His body back in the hospital was real.
“Oh my god.” This max in your room was also having his own panic attack as he felt his chest heave and look at you in panic. You couldn’t help but look at the shorter ( and now that you’re looking at him you realise that he’s also younger ) Max in pity and sadness. 
“Why are you crying? I’m crying.” Max pointed at you angrily, trying to hold his tears in as you messily wiped your own. “Sorry, sorry. Just a lot going on.” You dismissed it with a deep breath, sitting on your bead with your head in your hands. The panic and confusion faded, and you were once again left in a pit of darkness. “Can’t be more than what I’m going through! Your hand literally just went through me!” 
“What’s the date?” “What?” He scrunched your face at you confused, confusion and distaste on his face. “Your hand went through me, a human who’s supposed to be opaque. The date doesn't matter right now-” “What’s the date, max?” You asked again sternly and he replied this time. “May fifteen.” Wrong you thought. “And the year?” He frowned deeply at you, with a scoff. “What are you stupid? It’s 2016.” He answered like it was the simplest question in history. That date was history.
You examined the race suit he was wearing. Confetti was stuck to it with the red bull logo and colours to match the livery. 2016, you noted. Looking up at him in his face. Younger, way younger than the verstappen laying in the hospital.
Your mom always talked about paranormal happenings like this. Maybe you should've listened to the crazy lady.
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You were literally dealing with a fresh 18-year-old first time grand prix winner. You sighed deeply taking the food delivery that was left at your door. You sat at the dining room table, unpacking the soul food. The only sound that was going through the entire apartment was the wrapper as you walked through the apartment. “Can you please just leave me alone and stop staring at my nightstand? Go to the light, Max. Please leave.”
“I’M NOT DEAD!” was the response that came from him. He was sitting on the floor, leaning on the nightstand, banging his head back against it. “Okay! Then be . . . not dead somewhere else.” “I’M NOT DEAD! STOP SAYING THAT!” “I didn’t say anything! Chill.” You grumbled as you sat on your bed throwing the box of the mozzarella sticks away, eating the last one. 
“What are you eating?” The blond glared at you, looking disgustingly at the fried cheese in your hand. “It’s called freedom of diet. I’m not a f1 driver, I don't need to watch-” “I’m still in Formula One?!” You had to crawl back because he literally pounced on you with disbelief in his eyes. “Two time world champion.” You replied warily. “Well- technically three now.” You sighed deeply.  
Max settled down on the bed beside you, looking down at his lap in thought. “Three time world champion.” He repeated slowly. “I- wow.” You understand how overwhelming this must feel. Last he remembers is kissing you after winning his first GP and now he’s won multiple across the years enough to make him the best, three times!
“I understand how you feel.” You sighed deeply after a few seconds of silence. “I missed out on a lot.” he grumbled and you nodded, not baring to look in his eyes. “What about us?” You looked at him as he asked hesitantly, scratching the back of his neck. “We kissed, after the podium.” “Yeah we did.” You confirmed remembering the moment clearly.
“What . . . happened to us?” “What do you mean?” “Well, you’ve been a big part of my life since my parent’s divorce . . . did you become an,” he took in a shaky breath, “did you become an emportanter part of my life?” A soft smile spreads on your face as you listen to his question. “It’s ‘more important’.” You corrected softly, gently brushing the back of your hand over his cheek, not touching though because he probably wouldn't feel comforted by your fingers going through his face. “Just answer the question.” He pleaded quietly, closing his eyes. He could almost feel your touch. Andhe wanted to. Max desperately wanted to feel your fingers on his skin. He wanted to hug you and lay in your arms. He wanted to kiss you, again. You are so grown up now. Mature. He can't deny it made you look even more attractive.
“Yeah.” You whispered nodding. Your eyes couldn’t help but look at the night stand, heart pumping with guilt. Maybe this could be a chance to fix things, if things can be fixed at all. 
You hesitantly reached over to the drawer, pulling it open and pulling out a golden band with a beautiful diamond ring. “I um . . .” You looked at it gulping, a shaky breath leaving your lungs. “I took it off to shower.” Pain bled through your heart as you placed the ring on the correct finger.
You brushed your hair behind your ear, looking at Max with a shy yet tiny smile. “Is that- are we-” He was too shocked and speechless to form words as he gently traced the air above your ring finger. “Y-yeah.” Your smile widened as you saw tears well up in his eyes. “Why are you crying?” You chuckled, tilting your head.
“I-i honestly thought you were going to marry Daniel.” You burst out laughing, covering your face at the thought. “Me? And daniel? He’s like 8 years older than us.” You assured him. “Besides, I’m your best friend through hell and back, Maxie. Wouldn’t dream of living with anyone else-”  “I love you.”  “Ok ok, don't cry.”  “Y/N, I’m a ghost. Let me cry!”
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Twenty Years Later: Joel Miller x F!Reader - Chapter Fifteen
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Chapter Fifteen: Room For Three
Plot: Two weeks after Silver Lake, Joel, Y/n and Ellie travel the final stretch to Salt Lake City.
Word Count: 5.6k
Warnings: language, implied violence, implied attempted SA, detailed description of s*icide attempt, mention of loss of a child, injuries, (16+)
A/N: Well, we’re almost to the end….I hope this grand finale for Joel and Rosebud is equally as enjoyable as the show’s finale. I still haven’t recovered from it…
A small detail that I had to retcon because of the timeline of Joel at the triage clinic…the breakup now occurred two days after Sarah’s death rather than three. I played with it as much as I could, but that’s what fit the best.
As always, this series is 16+ and I will not be adding anyone to the taglist who doesn’t have their age/range specified in their bio.
Read on, my loves! Enjoy the mind-numbing fluff before the angst…❤️‍🩹
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Y/n felt frozen.
It had been two weeks since Silver Lake, since Ellie and her had fought their way out of, and delivered. a gruesome fate, Joel catching them in the aftermath. Stuck somewhere between being present and comfortably dazed, Y/n felt like she couldn’t fully pull herself out of the numbness that had set in after their escape.
They’d arrived just outside of Salt Lake City, Joel and Y/n briefly left Ellie to rifle through abandoned vehicles for supplies. Joel moved around with the freedom he had weeks before, his injury having fully healed. Y/n, on the other hand, had slowed down significantly. The fight with David had left her with at least two cracked ribs, causing every breath and step to send waves of pain through her. It had caused them a longer travel time.
“Find anything?” Joel asked from the front of the RV.
Y/n dug through the bathroom cabinet, finding a few loose tampons and old, visibly used, toothbrushes.
“Nothing for you,” she announced, sticking the feminine products in her backpack and exiting the bathroom. She found Joel going through the kitchenette.
“Check it out,” Joel victoriously held up a can of Chef Boyardee, “For Ellie.”
Y/n smiled softly, “She’ll like that.”
The change in Joel that had occurred on his and Y/n’s fateful night in Jackson seemed to be long-lasting. He was smiling practically all the time, his voice had lifted from its gruff timber, and he was unbelievably talkative. Y/n had watched as the man she loved slowly came back to himself, she was trying her hardest to meet him there.
She finished up looking for supplies, kneeling on a dusty old couch and checking the space between it and the wall.
“Oh my gosh,” she muttered.
“Hmm?” Joel hummed, still searching for more food.
Y/n reached into the crack, pulling out the mutilated body of an acoustic guitar and holding it up to Joel in stunned silence. He finally turned around and matched her surprise, a small chuckle escaping him.
“Wow,” he marveled.
“I know,” Y/n flipped it in her palms, looking to see if there was any possible way for Joel to play it.
“Busted to hell,” he said, having crossed the room to examine the instrument, “Lemme see.”
Joel took it into his hands, attempting to hold the splintered wood with pieces dangling off it, and form a chord on the fretboard. The sound that came out what horrendous.
“I guess you need it in one piece for it to sound good,” Y/n grimaced.
“Yeah, little bit,” Joel smiled, setting the instrument on the couch, “Nice to dream though.”
“Yeah,” Y/n said, her tone far off as she watched Joel hesitate to take his hand off the guitar’s neck. All along the journey, there’d been little moments where she’d recognized him from twenty years before, but this…this was an essential piece of who he was.
Joel dragged his eyes up to meet Y/n’s, she was smiling at him.
“What?”
“It’s just really fucking unfair that the world comes to an end and you still look this good,” Y/n commented.
Joel practically snorted, shaking his head at the compliment, “Haven’t showered in three weeks.”
“Notice that I said look and not smell,” Y/n smirked, crossing her arms and pushing off the wall to walk past him.
Joel reached out, grasping Y/n’s elbows and gently pulling her back to him. Despite her slow progress, her ribs were still a nuisance, and he’d handled her like china since Silver Lake.
“How they feeling?” Joel changed the subject, spreading a hand across Y/n’s abdomen.
“Not as bad as the other day,” Y/n answered, taking as deep a breath as she could so Joel could feel the motion, “But it’d be nice to sit for a while.”
It wasn’t a request so much as a pipe dream without the smoke. Y/n needed more time to heal than they had.
Feeling powerless against the body’s healing capabilities, Joel stroked his thumb over Y/n’s belly and kissed her forehead.
“Hey,” he mumbled, bending down to pick up a box near their feet, “You always destroyed me in this. Think Ellie might like it?”
Y/n looked down at his hands, it was a Boggle box, something she hadn’t seen in a long time. She glanced up at Joel, admiring how hard he was trying to make their lives any brighter.
Joel could feel Y/n’s eyes on him and met her gaze, “You’re starin’ again.”
Shaking her head and smiling, Y/n pressed a kiss to Joel’s shoulder and walked off towards the RV door.
Joel watched her leave, she was moving slow with something other than pain. Neither her or Ellie had been the same since Silver Lake. Y/n had given Joel fragments of the harrowing tale, but he had yet to have the whole story. He knew better than to push, they’d come to him when they were ready, but it broke his heart to see the two of them anything less than whole. Making a point to grab the board game and the Beefaroni, he left the RV.
Y/n paced herself as she crossed the highway, still timing her inhalations in the beat between steps. It didn’t take more than one or two long legged strides for Joel to catch up with her.
“Good news, we don’t have to hunt tonight,” Joel called to Ellie, who had her back turned to him, “Ellie.”
The girl was seated in the back of a flatbed, still as can be.
“Ellie,” Joel called out again, the third time a little louder.
Y/n sighed, knowing she was in her own world. “El!”
She finally turned around.
“D’ya hear me?” Joel asked.
“No,” Ellie replied, her voice sounding painfully innocent, “What?”
“Well, I found this in there,” Joel gestured back to the RV before holding up the can, “Beefaroni. Chef Boyardee.”
Sensing that this was a big victory for Joel, Ellie forced as much a smile as she was capable of, “Oh, cool.”
Joel’s grin faded, thinking the nostalgia might have been enough to get a genuine reaction. Y/n trailed behind him as he made his way to the truck.
“And have you ever played this?” Joel held up the game for her, “Boggle. It’s a word game.”
“Mm-mm,” Ellie shook her head.
“Well, if you wanna beat me at somethin’,” Joel continued, “It would be this.”
Y/n watched the exchange, leant up against the side of the truck and trying not to look directly at her people. It hurt to see Ellie glazed over just as much as it hurt to see Joel trying so hard to break through the layers of trauma.
“Well, all right then,” Joel announced, sensing Ellie’s mood, “We’re gettin’ close.”
“Mm-hmm,” Ellie nodded.
“Hospital’s that way,” Joel nodded down the freeway, “May be the one we’re lookin’ for.”
“Got it,” Ellie pushed off of the flatbed.
Y/n waited for Ellie to grab her backpack before falling into step with her. The girl didn’t have a particular favorite between Joel and Y/n, but with Y/n having been present for the events at Silver Lake, she was drawing closer to her. Closer being a relative term…
“Take this for me,” Joel held out the rifle to Ellie, letting her hold it as he strapped his backpack back on, “Thanks.”
The three of them set off once more, but not before Joel snuck one last longing gaze at the inside of the RV, or rather its contents.
“They had a guitar in that RV,” he began to tell Ellie, “It was all smashed up, but got me thinkin’, maybe I should find one. I haven’t played in forever. In fact, I was thinkin’, maybe I could teach you. I bet you’d be great at it.”
Ellie gave a slight chuckle, it was her best try.
“Do you wanna learn how to play guitar?” Joel asked, his hopeful gaze sitting on Ellie’s face, recieveing no answer. “Ellie?”
“Hm?” Ellie snapped back to the conversation, “Oh, yeah. That’d be great.”
Joel looked behind Ellie’s back and met Y/n’s waiting gaze, the helplessness in his eyes so very clear. He didn’t know how to bring her back.
The three of them hiked through the city, heading in the general direction of the hospital. They eventually snaked through an alley.
“Okay, so this is what I’m thinkin’-“ Joel began to lay out their plan.
“Cut through that building to get around that stuff,” Ellie nodded towards the massive pile of rubble ahead, “Find the skyscraper, go up and look around.”
“Uhh, actually this time,” Joel changed course, “I was thinkin’ we blast our way through that rubble. I found some dynamite in that RV back there.”
Ellie’s ears perked up, while Y/n just smirked, “Really?”
“No,” Joel answered, “So we’re gonna cut through that building, find a skyscraper and look around,” he turned back and gauged Ellie’s reaction, “But I had you goin’, didn’t I?”
By virtue of having lived through the whole of the pandemic as an adult, it was easier for Y/n to be drawn out by Joel’s loving attempts. She’d seen the worst of humanity long before Ellie was born, and that allowed her to chuckle at Joel’s joke.
The threesome climbed the tallest skyscraper they could find. The lack of much inside told them that it had been abandoned before the pandemic had started.
“Look at this place,” he muttered as they walked past pallets and exposed beams, “Talk about bad luck. Military drops bombs, not one of ‘em hits the building you’re tryin’ to demolish.”
Y/n smiled at nothing other than the fact that Joel was talking so much before unlatching a gate to a closed off area of the site. Inside were tables with schematics and loose supplies, along with their only way to the next floor.
“Think I found our way up,” she announced, staring up at the open floor at least ten feet above them.
Joel came to her side and evaluated the height, the tip of an old ladder dangling over the edge. Y/n was in no condition for him to lift her up and retrieve it.
“I get you up there, you can drop that ladder down,” he called out to Ellie, “Maybe we go through that way. Come on, I’ll give you a boost.”
Y/n glanced over to Ellie, once again tuned out of their conversation and absentmindedly looking over the building schematics. Once Joel noticed her as well, the two of them made their way over.
“You okay?” Joel asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Ellie turned away from the table and averted her eyes.
“It’s just you kinda seem extra quiet today,” Joel said, trying to tiptoe around the matter, “So…”
“Oh,” Ellie quickly changed gears, “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine,” Joel reassured her, “Did you hear what I-“
“Yeah,” Ellie replied, “Boost. Got it.”
Without another word on the subject, the three of them walked back to the wooden pallets. Joel took the main spot holding Ellie’s foot while Y/n stood by, ready to help her if she wobbled.
“One, two,” Joel grunted, “Up!”
He lifted Ellie into the air and she shimmied her way onto the next level, Y/n nervously held her hands out like she did every time they did this.
“You good?” Y/n called up.
“Yeah,” Ellie twisted the rest of her body onto the floor. She started to lower the ladder down to Joel when her eye caught something, “Whoa…”
Ellie dropped the ladder, letting it slide past Joel and Y/n and clatter to the floor.
“Damn it, Ellie,” Joel exclaimed as he went to pick it up, “Shit.”
“Stay there,” Y/n called, trying to help Joel lift the ladder and instantly feeling the pain in her ribs, “Ah!”
Joel took the whole of the weight, “Don’t do that.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Y/n grunted, clutching her abdomen. She hated being out of commission just as much as Joel had hated her babying after his own injury.
Joel leaned the ladder against the next floor and helped Y/n up, waiting at the bottom until she was all the way up in case she fell.
“You gotta see this,” Ellie cried out.
“Gee,” Y/n groaned as she carefully rolled onto her stomach, “If only we had a way up…”
Joel followed suit, pulling Y/n to her feet with great care. “Ellie?!”
“Up here,” the girl yelled, she was already on the next level.
Y/n nodded towards the staircase, “Go, I’ll catch up.”
Reluctantly, Joel let his hand slip from Y/n’s waist and ran up the stairs, chasing after Ellie.
Y/n slowly made her way up the steps, stopping every thirty seconds to take a deep breath before continuing.
“Rose,” Joel would yell down every few seconds, telling her where they were.
“Here,” she’d call back, measuring the distance between their voices.
Eventually, Y/n made it to their floor, Joel was waiting for her at the top of the stairs. He took her hand, helping her up the rest of the way and the two of them walked through the cinderblock halls that at their end revealed…
Life.
Through a massive hole in the wall, a giraffe poked its head in, eating shrubbery that was growing on the building. A little further and there was at least half a mile of green grass and trees growing in the middle of the city. Ellie’s silhouette tied the whole picture together.
Y/n’s breath caught in her chest, it was beautiful.
Joel walked close behind Y/n, letting her take everything in first. He carefully removed his rifle and set it down beside him.
“Don’t scare it,” Ellie whispered.
“I won’t,” he promised, going to the greenery and ripping off a chunk.
“What are you doing?” Ellie asked.
“It’s all right,” Joel assured her, looking back expectantly, “Come on, hurry up. Come here.”
Y/n nudged Ellie forward, the girl took the leaves from Joel and came back to her spot. She carefully held out the plant to the giraffe, which took it quicker than she’d expected.
Joel held out another large handful to both Y/n and Elie, beaming down at them as they giggled, feeding the giraffe with childlike joy. Something magical was happening. The light was returning to Ellie’s eyes, her nose was scrunching up as she laughed. For the first time in two weeks, she was Ellie again. And because of that, so was Y/n.
Y/n stood beside Ellie with tears in her eyes, the trauma had lost. For just one minute in time, things felt okay again.
“So fucking cool,” Ellie said, just before the giraffe began to walk away, “Aw, where’s she going?”
Ellie took off through the building, chasing after the animal, “Come on, come on, come on, come on.”
Joel spun as he watched her leave, eliciting a laugh out of Y/n.
“You started it,” she smiled.
Joel threw the rifle back over his shoulder and grabbed Y/n’s hand, pulling the two of them down the next hall.
They pushed through the rusted door they’d just heard slam open and shut, and found themselves with an even better view of the greenery. The singular giraffe was part of a heard, six of them, including a baby, grazing in the flower dressed grass. The color alone was more than Joel or Y/n had seen in a while.
Tearing his eyes away from the nature, Joel looked to Y/n, who was struck speechless at the sight. They stood there, both drinking in the separate beauties they’d both been without for so long.
Once Y/n’s eyes caught Ellie, she tugged Joel down the steps and they came to stand beside her.
“So,” Joel said to Ellie, bracing himself against the wall, “Is it everything you hoped for?”
Y/n glanced down and smiled, remembering the first time he’d asked that question.
“It’s got its ups and downs,” she answered before smiling out, “But you can’t deny that view.”
Y/n was too caught up in both Ellie’s momentary joy and her own to catch Joel’s falling face.
“Look, I don’t know exactly where this hospital is-“ he started.
“Yeah, we’ll find it,” Ellie said with quiet confidence.
“Sure, it’s just-“ Joel squinted, searching for the right way to phrase what he wanted to say, “Maybe there’s nothin’ bad out there, but so far there’s always been somethin’ bad out there.”
Ellie shrugged, “We’re still here though.”
“A little worse for the wear,” Y/n grunted, readjusting her stance to accommodate her ribs, “But still here.”
“I know,” Joel replied, “I’m only sayin’ there’s risk.”
Y/n finally started to pay attention to what he was saying, how he was saying it.
“We don’t have to do this,” Joel turned to Ellie, “I just- I want you to know that.”
“What do you mean?” Ellie rotated to face him, “What else are we supposed to do?”
“Yeah, I’m a little lost too,” Y/n nudged Joel’s shoulder, making him split the difference and face them both.
“Nothin’, we just go back to Tommy’s,” Joel answered, “We forget about the whole damn thing.”
It was a shock to Y/n’s system, but not as much as it should have been. What started as a mission to save the remnants of humanity, had evolved into one goal: saving Ellie. The girl had never just been a salvation to Y/n, since the moment she’d met her, but after three months of caring for her…Ellie was so much more than just a cure. Running in the opposite direction to ensure her safety wasn’t the most insane idea for Joel to have.
“After all we’ve been through,” Ellie smiled sadly, “Everything I’ve done…It can’t be for nothing. I know you mean well. I know you wanna protect me, you have,” Ellie glanced past Joel to Y/n, “You both have. And when we’re done, we’ll go wherever you want. Tommy’s, sheep ranch, the moon...”
Joel and Y/n both smiled at the memory.
“I’ll follow you guys anywhere you go,” Ellie said with a finality to her tone, “But there’s no halfway with this. We finish what we started.”
Joel was satisfied with Ellie’s answer, it was her choice and no matter how much she’d follow him or Y/n, it was a two way street.
She had also just referenced a conversation took had never actually taken place.
“El, can you,” Y/n’s hand squirmed against the brick wall, “Can you give us a sec?”
Ellie’s eyes darted between Joel and Y/n, unsure of what had happened somewhere in between her words, “Sure.”
The girl meandered back the way they’d come, no doubt waiting to eavesdrop on the other side of the door.
Joel, for the first time since before Y/n and him had reconciled, was afraid to look into her eyes. He was scared to find an answer he didn’t want.
“We, uh,” Joel’s fist lightly bumped the brick, “We never actually talked about…us…did we?”
Y/n puffed out a deep breath, “No, we, uh…we did not.”
“Huh,” Joel replied, staring out at the giraffes, hoping they would distract him from dropping to his knees and begging Y/n to do what he hadn’t been strong enough to do.
Stay.
Y/n had spent the last three months technically still a Firefly without doing any of the work. Somewhere between Boston and Salt Lake City, she had stopped feeling like one altogether. Without Marlene there or the security of a base of operations and daily tasks, there had been room for something else to fill that void.
Ellie and, eventually, Joel.
“I know you…” Joel already felt he was going to fuck up the conversation, but was trying to delay it, “I know that when we get to the hospital, you’ll probably go back to work but I…” he struggled to keep what he truly wanted to say silent, “I just-“
“Joel,” Y/n held up a hand, turning fully towards him and smiling, “Stop.”
Joel did as requested and shut his mouth.
“I’ve spent the last twenty years just,” Y/n sighed, “Just wandering in circles. Trying to find some way to make the world better. The Fireflies gave me that chance and though our methods haven’t always been the most,” Y/n frowned, “Peaceful…I like to think we’ve done some sort of good.”
Joel’s chest tightened, sensing where the conversation was headed.
Y/n looked back out at the greenery, her confidence suddenly withering under the intensity of Joel’s gaze. “But you,” she said, finding the strength to look back, “You were all I ever really wanted. You, Sarah, Tommy…” Y/n’s throat began to clog with emotion, “You guys were it for me. And I never thought I’d be able to get that back and then…” she shrugged, “I got it.”
Joel’s eyes were starting to mist, it was unavoidable to feel the ghost of Sarah’s presence every time Y/n mentioned their family.
“And I don’t think I could handle losing you a second time,” Y/n strained, smiling past the tears, “I know I couldn’t.”
Joel felt around for her hand and held it as tight as he should have two decades before.
Y/n inhaled deeply, “So this is the last job. That it’s. After today,” she cupped Joel’s cheek, tenderly rubbing her thumb over his scruff, “I’m all yours.”
It was everything Joel wanted to hear, everything.
“We go back to Tommy’s,” Y/n continued, “We go back to that house, and we make it a home.”
The pure relief that released through Joel’s body made him nudge closer, his forehead dropping to touch Y/n’s. He shut his eyes, savoring the rhapsody of the life she was laying out for them.
“I love you,” Joel muttered, the words hanging in the slim space between them. He said it with all the earnestness of someone still trying to make up for their sins.
“I know you do,” Y/n fingers brushed Joel’s lips, trying to reassure him that he didn’t need to prove anything. Their past was their past, and their future would be their future.
“You don’t have to say it back,” Joel said, shaking his head against Y/n’s “I know I gotta earn it.”
Y/n wet her lips and smiled, “I actually said something along the lines when you were passed out.”
Joel pulled back just enough to scan Y/n’s face, “Oh, you did?”
“Mm-hmm,” Y/n hummed.
As patient a man as Joel was, he was eager to hear the words he’d been deprived of so long. “You feel like…repeatin’ yourself?”
“Mmm,” Y/n’s smile turned coy, “Not really, no.”
Joel smirked, “No?”
The adoration in Y/n’s eyes couldn’t have been more real, “No.”
Tugging her hips forward, Joel’s lips stretched into a grin as they pressed a deep kiss to Y/n’s.
Y/n had watched her future with Joel come back to life, plummet to its near-death and reawaken in the span of two and a half weeks. She had spent twenty years trying to atone for her failures, and selfishly, she wanted to rest. She wanted to wake up every morning and fall asleep every night in Joel’s arms. She wanted to teach Ellie how to tend to a garden and cook actual food. She wanted to meet Tommy’s kid.
She wanted her life back.
“Are you two done over there?” Ellie called through the rusted steel door.
Y/n and Joel chuckled as they broke apart, Joel lovingly rubbing the tip of his nose against Y/n’s. In a matter of days, they’d have the rest of their lives to hold each other, kiss each other. After they completed their mission, they never had to spend another day apart.
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If Joel and Y/n had made any peace with what had happened to them, it was overshadowed by a darkness only one of them could see.
A half mile from the skyscraper and through a tunnel, lay the carcass of a triage clinic. Joel and Y/n recognized the skeleton immediately, both of them tensing internally for different reasons.
“Was this a FEDRA thing?” Ellie asked, blissfully oblivious.
“No,” Y/n answered, her hand interlocked with Joel’s, “The army set these up the day after the outbreak. Medical camps for people to get their wounds tended to.”
Joel’s finger anxiously rubbed against Y/n’s hand, “They had us in one just like this.”
“With Sarah?” Ellie asked, it was the first time she’d spoken the girl’s name out loud.
“No,” Joel answered, “She was gone already.”
“Oh,” Ellie nodded, “So what was wrong with you guys?”
“I took a bullet to the side,” Y/n said, thinking about the white scar that rested just above her waist.
Joel pointed upwards to the mark on his temple, “It was for this.”
“Ah, the guy who shot and missed,” Ellie remembered from one of their earliest conversations, “I figured that would have happened later.”
“No,” Joel said plainly, “Second day.”
“Wait,” Y/n’s brow creased in confusion, “Why am I not remembering this?”
Joel let Y/n’s hand slip from his as he started to walk sideways, stopping in their tracks. If they were going to spend the rest of their lives together, they had to do it honestly. But he didn’t think he could handle looking into Y/n’s eyes while saying what he was about to.
“Well, I’ve gotta hand it to the Army people,” Ellie continued walking, “They were way better at stitching you up than I was.”
“I still don’t remember this,” Y/n said, a little louder from frustration with her memory.
Joel took just enough breath to get out the truth.
“It was me.”
While Ellie and Y/n both stopped their steps at the same time, the realization of what Joel meant hit them at different speeds. Y/n knew immediately.
“I was the guy who shot and missed,” Joel expanded, his eyes flicking in Y/n’s direction and quickly turning back down. He moved to sit on a piece of concrete, removing his rifle before doing so.
Ellie followed, coming to sit next to him, but Y/n stayed planted where she was, unable to move.
“There’s no story,” Joel began to explain, “Sarah died…and I couldn’t see the point anymore. Simple as that.”
The day spun back in Y/n’s head like a VHS tape being rewound over and over. She played back Joel, in all his grief crazed delusions, telling her she was a liar and storming off. His fist breaking through the glass window of the truck before stealing it and speeding off. His glassy, grief-struck gaze…
The signs were all there as to what happened after he’d left.
“And I wasn’t scared either, I was ready,” Joel looked off, remembering the feel of false peace that had fallen over him in that moment, “I couldn’t have been more ready.”
Y/n’s lip trembled before anything else, hesitating between crying and staying silent.
“When I-“ Joel hesitated, chewing on the side of his lip, “When I…went to pull the trigger, I flinched. Still don’t know why.”
Joel didn’t dare look up at Y/n, lest he lose what nerve he still had. “Anyway,” he went back to addressing Ellie, “The reason I’m tellin’ you all this-“
“I know why you’re telling me this,” Ellie interrupted.
“Yeah,” Joel sighed, “I reckon you do.”
A few beats of silence rested between them, Y/n’s tears pooling in her eyes, Joel staring ahead at the ground and Ellie, with one foot back out in the light.
“So time heals all wounds, I guess,” the girl mused.
Joel, for all his initial denial, knew exactly what had caused him to be able to talk about his trauma so freely. Three months of raging against his instincts, fighting ever smile, laugh and loving gaze, had landed him right where he’d never wanted to end up. Except it was all he wanted, every single part of it.
He looked to Ellie first, “It wasn’t time that did it.”
When her understanding gaze crossed with Joel’s, he glanced over to Y/n, still stuck in place with her red cheeks and puffy eyes.
They hadn’t just saved his life, they had brought him back to life.
“Well, I’m glad that-“ Ellie eventually gathered the words, her voice on the verge of cracking, “That didn’t work out.”
Joel nodded, “Me too.”
Y/n finally took a step forward, before her feet practically flew her forward to Joel. She came to stand over his leg, drawing his face upwards until she had the whole view.
Joel’s wet eyes gazed up into hers, the freedom that came with the terrible truth granting him to strength to face her.
Y/n tilted Joel’s head so she could see his temple and the terribly tragic scar across it. With shaking fingers, she grazed the skin and it all suddenly became real. Joel had really almost gone through with it. She flashed back the pain in his eyes the day he’d abandoned her, the sorrow, the grief, the utter despair…
His hand trembling, Joel reached up to encircle Y/n’s wrist, trying to be with her as she processed it all. He was the source of so much of her pain, and all he wanted to do was give her a future built on hope. This was the last time he’d ever hurt her.
If Joel would have pulled the trigger, he would have changed the lives of everyone around him or that ever would be around him. Tess wouldn’t have had a partner, Tommy would have certainly died in an act of bravery, and Ellie and Y/n would have been dead before they ever left Boston.
But none of those thoughts crossed Y/n’s head. All she could think about was how utterly empty her life would have stayed if she never would have seen Joel again.
With a stifled sob, Y/n wrapped her arms around Joel’s head, pulling him into her chest and burying her face in his hair. Joel fisted the back of her shirt, feeling a stitch in the fabric pop from the force he was holding her with. Y/n ignored the ache in her ribs, she needed to feel Joel more than anything.
They stayed lost in each other until Y/n moved to press her lips to Joel’s temple, softly kissing the scar that had almost kept them apart. Joel felt ripped to pieces and entirely complete at the same time.
The last divide between them had been shattered.
“I love you,” Y/n whispered against the scar. Joel dug his face deeper into her chest, oxygen deprivation mattering not so long as he was swallowed by her body.
Y/n tried to pull herself together, it wasn’t until Jackson that she’d be able to let herself fall apart fully. She smoothed Joel’s wild hair back down as much as she could and dragged her palm under her eyes. Joel’s hands traced the sides of her hips on their way down from her back, paying extra mind to her ribs.
“We should probably get going,” Ellie announced, too overcome by both her own emotions and Joel and Y/n’s.
“Yeah,” Y/n and Joel both hummed a variation of as they dried the remnants of their tears. Before they took another step, Joel grabbrd Y/n’s hand again, locking her into his side.
“You know what I’m in the mood for?” Joel asked, his voice somewhat cheerful again as he looked to Ellie.
“What?” Ellie glanced up expectantly at him.
“Shitty puns.”
“Oh, Lord,” Y/n smiled.
“Oh ho-ho,” Ellie exclaimed, twisting her backpack to pull out the book.
Y/n gave a mock salute, “That’s it. This is where I leave you,” she began to let her steps drift away from Joel, “Give the Fireflies my regards.”
Joel smiled deeply, pulling her back into him. Ellie was already searching through her book for the perfect page.
“‘People are making apocalypse jokes like there’s no tomorrow,’” she recited, catching Joel’s disapproving stare after, “Too soon?”
He snapped out of his fake-out, grinning after, “No, it’s topical.”
Ellie laughed, “Oh, I love this one! ‘Moon rocks taste better than Earth rocks. Why?’”
Deciding to egg on her less enthusiastic guardian, Ellie looked across their row, waiting for Y/n to reply.
“Why?” Y/n said, rolling her eyes in good humor.
“‘Cause they’re meteor,” Ellie delivered the punch line.
Joel grimaced, “Oh, that’s terrible.”
“If you’re gonna set me up,” Y/n complained, “At least pick a good one.”
“Fuck you,” Ellie exclaimed, “That was actually good.”
“That’s a zero outta ten,” Joel finished.
“All right, all right,” Ellie flipped to the second page, “‘What did the green grape say to the purple grape?’”
Y/n snorted, already guessing where the joke was going.
“‘Breathe, you idiot,’” Ellie answered.
Joel’s lips crept upwards, “That was a three out of ten.”
“Seven, minimum,” Ellie corrected.
“I’ll go as high as five,” Y/n countered.
“Yeah, five,” Joel agreed, swinging his and Y/n’s hands a little, “Five outta ten.”
Ellie’s jaw dropped in shock, “Five?”
The clink and the hiss from behind them turned them all around. Y/n and Joel spotted the flash bomb, their bodies reacting quickly and throwing themselves over Ellie.
The three of them were knocked to the ground in a smoky haze.
Five seconds or five minutes, no one could tell. Y/n couldn’t clearly see more than a few inches in front of her, spotting Joel’s watch and Ellie’s grey sleeve.
“Joel,” she could hear Ellie calling out past the ringing in her ears, “Y/n.”
“El,” Y/n called back, attempting to move with the new pain in her abdomen, “Joel.”
“Y/n,” Joel breathed.
Thudding footsteps broke through the next layer of hearing loss, Y/n blinked a couple times to see Ellie’s body being picked up.
“Joel,” she cried, “Y/n!”
“Ellie!” Joel yelled, reaching to grab Y/n’s hand as they struggled to pick themselves up.
“Ellie!”
It was the last thing any of them heard before everything went dark.
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The enemy’s love (Miles Quaritch x reader)
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Description: After your father found you and Quaritch in a compromising position, you were left to figure this mess out.
Warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, talk about cum, breeding kink, talk of pregnancy, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, also there’s no spider in my stories bc he sucks
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It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes that you and Miles sat there in eachothers embrace, just enjoying the sensation of him still inside of you, so close that you couldn’t really form a productive thought, before you got interrupted by a voice that made the blood in your veins freeze. „I swear to God, I’ll give you thirty seconds to get dressed and get out of there, before I go in and kill that bastard“, your dads voice was eerily calm, you knew he was beyond angry.
That little snitch Tahset must’ve folded when he was discovered away from the cells. When the meaning of the words that your father spoke registered in your brain, you flinched, trying to scramble out of your mates arms. Miles was rigid underneath you, and when you tried to move he growled lowly, the thought of you leaving him for an uncertain amount of time made some instincts flare up. „Miles, you need to let me go“, you whispered urgently, really not wanting your father to see you on this compromising position.
„Fifteen seconds“, the Olo’eyktan barked from outside, you could hear his breathing got heavier. With all your might you pushed yourself up, Miles finally loosening his arms and you winced slightly when his dick slipped out of you, his cum starting to leak down your thighs slowly. Before it could make a total mess, you slipped on your tweng and top, everything at least a little secured. „Put them on!“, you were panicking and threw his pants at him, stumbling around slightly because your muscles were sore from the exertion of the last hour.
Miles begrudgingly stood up and pulled on his cargo pants, and just as he closed the button your father reared open the cell door, pinning you mate against the wall before he could react. „You fucking touched my daughter Quaritch?!“, your father was the same height as Miles, both of them baring their teeth and hissing in anger and you felt so incredibly small. „Dad stop it!“, you pleaded with him, but you knew he was too far gone.
„And guess what Sully, she loved it“, you wanted to slap him yourself now, saying something like that to your father with that stupid grin on his face. It seemed like all your father saw was red and before you could do anything, he had already landed two punches in your mates face. You gasped horrified, Miles was still laughing and pushed your father off, making him stagger, but to your surprise he didn’t punch him back.
He spit some blood onto the ground, your father punching him in the gut, and Miles pulled your dads feet out from underneath him. The Olo’eyktan landed with a thud, growling at the Colonel and hissing: „Come on you coward, fight back!“ And your lover had nothing better to do than provoke him again. „I wouldn’t want to hurt my father in law“, some blood dripped from his nose down onto his lips and you finally took your chance to jump in between the pair.
You could see the gears in your dads head turning, before his eyes widened. „You mated with him before Eywa (Y/N)?“, your fathers wrathful eyes were locked on you now, making you shrink slightly. Your mouth openend and closed without a sound leaving your throat and seemingly your lack of response was enough for him, he pushed you aside firmly and your mates jaw had to take another swing. „Stop it! Please, Dad I’m sorry okay? But this isn’t helping anything!“, you were practically begging him and he scoffed. He was about to lunge at your mate again, when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes and he grumbled and took a step back.
„Please, let’s just go for now and talk about it okay? Please ma sempul“, your clung onto his arm, trying to distract him and he slowly started to move. „Don’t think this is over Quaritch“, he bared his fangs at Miles again, but he just wiped his bloody face with his discarded shirt and sat back down where he sat before you came. Your father pointedly locked the door of the cell, your mate snickering inside, and that alone seemed to provoke your dad so much that he almost ripped it back open if it wasn’t for you hanging onto him.
Your father was quietly leading you away, and when you looked over your shoulder and caught Miles eyes for a last time, he tugged you along roughly. When you stepped into the forest you passed by a terrified looking Tahset, he couldn’t even meet your glare. „Stand guard, properly this time“, your father sneered at him without even glancing at him and then it was silent the whole rest of the way.
You knew better than to try and talk about it now, your father would probably never be able to be rational about this, much less right in that moment. The only thing swirling around in your mind was that your mate was probably still hurting and bleeding, but if you wanted to have any chance to resolve this you needed to stifle these caring instincts for now.
„Go to sleep“, your father pushed you into the direction of your families home, not moving there himself. „Sempu“, you were basically whimpering, you hated it when your dad was angry with you, „I’m sorry.“ Suddenly the tears were overflowing, the events of the last hours just too much for you and your father hard facade broke down at seeing his eldest daughter in tears. „Fuck“, he whispered and then he stepped closer again, taking you into his arms. (Daddy)
You immediately started sobbing, the comfort of your fathers arms making you feel protected and you just couldn’t bear this anymore. „I-I’m sorry it’s him, I’m sorry can’t fight it“, each of your heartwreching sobs pierced your fathers heart and he felt so guilty. Of course he hated the colonel, but he loved you so, so much more. „Don’t be sorry ma‘ite. You’re the most innocent one in all of this. I’m sorry I’m so angry, I swear I’m not angry with you“, your dad kissed your head, still holding you close while your sobs started to subside and you sniffled, a few stray tears still falling.
„I just am so frustrated because I cannot protect you from this“, he whispered and your hold on him tightened, „your mother, your grandmother, they grew up with this, the know they can’t do anything but accept Eywas will. And I know I have to accept it too, there’s not future otherwise. But everytime I think of this son of a bitch even looking at you, I wanna-”, you interrupted him there, pulling back slightly. „I know, I know this is going to be so hard, and I’m sorry it has to be this way Dad“, you looked so guilty Jake wanted to hug Quaritch and welcome him to the family for a second, just to see you happy.
„Its like your grandmother told me, It is Eywas will and this could be the thing that will bring us the deciding benefit in this war. Even if I don’t like him, I know that you being mated at least means he would never do anything to harm you“, he sighed, hating the fact that sooner or later he will have to accept this.
„I love you Dad“, you were yawning, the exhaustion hitting you like a brick. „I love you babygirl“, he kissed your head, guiding you into your families home.
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The next day, Jake had calmed down a little. He hated Quaritch and he hated that his daughter was mated to him, but he knew he couldn’t change it. He could use the Colonels knowledge to win this war, and if you taught him the way of your people, he would be a powerful addition as a warrior too. But before he could fight alongside them, there was a long way to go, trust needed to be earned. But at least he would’ve one more person who knows how to operate guns.
It was already starting to get dark when he decided to go to Quaritchs cell. (Y/N) had been fidgety all day and he knew it was because she wasn’t with her mate. Silently sighing he started to make his way to the cells, he couldn’t let his babygirl suffer like that. He needed to talk to the Colonel alone, figure out the way this was going to go, so that his daughter could be happy.
The village was quiet, dinner had already taken place and it was a calm evening. When he arrived at the cell, Tashet was gone and in his place was another warrior, slightly older than his son. „Leave us“, Jake ordered the guard, already in a bad mood at what he was about to do, but he had to remind himself he did it for you.
„What can I do for you Sully?“, Quaritch knew right away it was him, he knew sooner or later the Olo’eyktan would come to him. Jake didn’t say anything at first, taking the key and opening the door to the cell, just standing in the entrance and looking down at the still bloodied Colonel. The blood had dried, but he didn’t look too good. „How are we going to do this Quaritch“, the clanleader sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in defeat.
„I could tell you everything I know about how you can win this war and you let me be with her“, he was always so cocky, Jake had to control himself not to punch that stupid grin off his face. „No, its not how ‚we‘ as in the clan can win this war, it’s how ‚we‘ as in you are part of this clan now can win this war. You are mated to my daughter, and she will show you the way of our people, you will be one of us and you will fight alongside us when the time comes Quaritch. Are you willing to betray your own race? Just like you told me I did?“, Jake spat everything out that had been brooding on his mind since last night, and the Colonel was stunned for a second.
„I would do anything for her, I don’t give a shit about anyone else“, was the only thing Miles answered, and it was the truth. He didn’t give a shit about the humans, or anyone on earth. He cared only about (Y/N). Jake seemed satisfied with that answer. „Get up“, he signaled the other male and Quartich got up with a grunt. The Olo’eyktan really did a number on him last night.
„I do this for her Quaritch, only her. And if you hurt her in any way or betray the clan, I will kill you“, Jake threatened the man, eventhough he was pretty sure that the Coloenl wouldn’t betray his daughter, he seemed to be effected by the bond even more than she was. „Understood“, Quaritch seemed to take this seriously for once and that calmed the uneasiness of letting him out of his cell a little.
„Follow me“, Jake started walking, leading Quaritch through the forest and back into the camp, stopping near a tent that was near his family’s home, but slightly more private behind a few bushes and right next to the wall. It was empty until now, a spare tent if someone needed it, and now he would give it to the Colonel. He tried to not think about how his oldest child would probably move there too, it was the common thing to do, a mated pair should live together, especially vitra muntxa. She couldn’t be away from Quaritch too much, even she tried.
„This is going to be your tent, I will sent someone over with clothes and food, just stay here for now“, Jake told him and didn’t feel the need to mention that the someone he would be sending over would be his daughter. She was already restless all day, she would need to be close to her mate when Jake came back for sure. He left the Colonel there and made his way back to his family, hoping he had made the right decision.
You had tried all day to suppress the need to be with your mate, you hadn’t been sleeping very well, and the distance between him and you had only effected you more throughout your day. Your mother was looking at you with concern at dinner, but you couldn’t really muster up a convincing smile. You missed him, and he wasn’t even far away, you just didn’t want to go behind your fathers back again.
You were sitting behind your families tent on a rock, weaving a basket absentmindedly, when your father approached you with an uncertain look on his face. „Hey ma‘ite“, he smiled a little, kissing your temple and sitting next to you. You put the basket down and turned towards your father, you could sense he wanted to say something.
„Hey Dad“, you smiled encouragingly - at least you tried. Your father closed his eyes and took a deep breath before saying what he came to say. „I talked to Quaritch“, he started and the name alone made your heartrate faster, „and I decided that if he agreed to help us win this war and you teach him the way of our people, I would let him out of his cell.“
To say you were shocked would be an understatement. „What?“, you breathed, the prospect of being allowed to see him making you all giddy. „I don’t fully trust him, but I believe he wouldn’t do anything to harm you, so I decided to assign him the tent near ours, next to the wall, you know?“, your father gestured in the direction where you knew the formerly empty tent was.
„But…why? Why did you change your mind?“, you were basically whispering, scared that if you talked to loud this would turn out to be a dream or something. Your father smiled gently down at you. „I saw how much you were suffering today, I want you to be happy, and I think that maybe there is a chance to make this work - there has to be“, in that moment you were so incredibly grateful for your father, and you couldn’t help yourself, you threw yourself into his arms.
„Thank you sempu“, you were so glad, because honestly you couldn’t have kept away from your mate any longer, and you very much preferred the tent to the cell. „Now go, get some food and clothes for him on the way“, your father ushered you away, „oh, and maybe some healing supplies, I really did a number on him.“ You couldn’t even be annoyed by your fathers smirk at the thought of hurting Miles, you were just so elated.
You had gathered everything in record time, it was already dark outside and you could make your way to the slightly secluded tent in peace. It seemed like the whole clan knew already, because you had gotten a lot of curious and apprehensive stares today. You stopped infront of the entrance, taking a deep breath and calming your heart, you were so excited to see him again.
When you stepped in it was dark, except for the small lantern in the corner illuminating the room a little and your eyes immediately zoned in on your mate. He was laying on the large bed made out of plant fibers in the corner, sprawled out and breathing calmly. The sight alone took some pressure of your chest. You set down the tweng and the food on the small table nearby and slowly walked closer with the healing supplies you brought. Your dad was right, there was a lot of dried blood on him and he had a black eye, his lip slightly split open too.
You sat next to him on the bed gently, but it still moved a bit and he startled awake with a grunt. He sat up swiftly and his eyes locked on you right away. The way his eyes widened and he smiled gently when he realized who you were made your stomach flutter. „Hey“, you quietly said, a little shy now that your last encounter played in your head. „Come here princess“, he grinned that stupid hot grin and grabbed your waist, lifting you onto his lap as if you weighed nothing.
You blushed, your hands holding onto his strong shoulders. „I missed you“, he smirked, his thumbs drawing circles on your hips and you were beaming at him. „I missed you too“, you softly smiled and leaned in, placing your lips on his gently. He reciprocated passionately, but as he was about to slide his tongue into your mouth, he winced and you pulled away worriedly. You had to giggle a little when he chased your lips, but then you saw the cut on his lips and remembered the healing supplies.
He grumbled unhappily when you pulled back a little to reach for the pouch with the rag, water bottle and pastes but settled down again when you got comfortable in his lap. „I need to clean your cuts and wipe the blood away“, you explained and his big arms circled your waist, caging you in and making you hum contently. „Alright“, he leaned back against the one solid wall the tent had, where it was built against the stone wall.
His eyes watched your every move and you carefully wiped all the dried blood off, his muscles moving underneath his blue skin where you were touching him. You started at his chest, the blood from his nose had dripped down there, and made your way upwards towards his face. You were careful around the slightly bruised eye and the sore nose but he didn’t even wince, he was completely enthralled by you.
He didn’t even feel any pain, he could only concentrate on the girl on his lap caring for him. The domestic atmosphere making him feel like everything could actually work out and be alright. „Does it hurt?“, her soft voice reached his ears, the colonel scoffing a little offended. „No princess, I served in the army for decades I don’t care about superficial pain like this anymore“, he smirked at the way you blushed.
When you remembered that eventhough this body was in its mid twenties, but his spirit was way way older than you, you got flustered. Not because you were uncomfortable, but because being with an ‚older’ man kind of made you a little wet. You wiped of the rest of the blood and took out the paste, but you could see him inhale and his pupils blow. „What about the things I said got you wet already?“, he grinned his canine grin and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks, distracting yourself by gently applying the paste to his bruise and his scratches. Now that the blood was off, it didn’t even look that bad.
When you had put the paste away again, your perspective suddenly changed and you were on your back, your mate caging you in from above. „Now, now, it’s not very nice to ignore my question“, he scolded you in a playful manner, but the position was already making you needy. „I don’t…it’s embarrassing“, you whimpered, and he barked out a laugh, grinning when he saw you rub your legs together.
„Come one, tell me and I’ll eat that sweet little pussy and breed you real good“, he whispered in your ear and they twitched in response, a pathetic noise leaving your throat and your tail wrapping around his biceps in comfort. „Y-you said…in the army…decades“, you were talking so quietly and were mumbling so bad that he didn’t catch all words, but he realized what it was. „You like the thought of an older man fucking you love?“, he chuckled at your embarrassed form underneath him and quickly tucked off your top to tease your nipples.
You gasped when he suddenly sucked at your nipple, the other being pinched by his hand and your were arching into him. „Good thing I’ve got the stamina of a young men again though, so I can pump you full of my cum all night“, he groaned at the thought of your pussy dripping with his cum and you all fucked out. „Miles, need you“, you were whining and rubbing your thighs together for some much needed friction.
„Mhm don’t worry princess, I will take care of my mate“, he hummed against your chest and you moaned at hearing him refer to you as his mate. He swiftly took your queue, connecting his to yours and making tsaheylu again. Both of you shuddered at the now familiar feeling, you had missed him so much. He ripped off your tweng and groaned at the intense smell. „Fuck you smell so good, can’t wait to bury my face in your pussy“, his lewd language made you even wetter and then he acted on his words and he licked a long stripe between your folds.
His large fivefingered hands gripped your thighs tightly and pulled them over his shoulders, his tongue teasingly flicking over your clit. „Please yawne I need more“, you whispered, desperately trying to move your core closer to his mouth, but his grip wasn’t budging. He chuckled and finally relented, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue repeatedly. You moaned at the sudden attack and when two of his fingers slipped into you to the knuckles and you were a goner.
Your back arched off the bed and your hands buried in his short hair, the grip you had on him making him groan against you. He loved pleasuring you so much, the thought of him being the reason you were falling apart made him so horny he started to grind against the bed, his dick painfully hard and ready to fill you up. But first he wanted you to cum on his tongue, the need to satisfy his mate was in the forefront of his mind.
When he started to curl his fingers inside of you with every thrust, hitting that one spongey spot inside of you, you couldn’t hold it back anymore. „M-miles I’m gonna cum“, you whined and then he gave your clit a particularly hard flick, making you fall over the edge and cum with a silent scream. You clenched around his thick blue fingers, drenching them in your cum.
But when you came down from your high, twitching form the overstimulation, he didn’t stop - just like last time. You writhed underneath him, trying to get away from his long tongue, but his grip was like steel. „Is too much“, you whined and he pulled away momentarily with a chuckle. „Mhm princess, I know you can take it, want you to come once more before I breed you. Need you all ready so my seed will take, don’t you want that?“, his breath hit your swollen cunt, his words making you clench around nothing.
„Yes, yes I want that“, your primal instincts were going wild with the thought of him knocking you up. „Then take it“, he grinned, his canines on display, before diving back into your pussy. He flattened his tongue, the big muscle stimulating your clit again, and the rough texture almost driving you to insanity. You couldn’t believe how fast he was riling you up again.
Suddenly he dragged his tongue lower, pushing it into your entrance as far as it would go and wiggling it against the spot inside you that made you see stars. You were so sensitive that you almost came from just his tongue inside of you, and when his rough fingers started circling your clit, the coil in your belly snapped so fast and so intense you had to hold a hand over your mouth to not shout the village down.
He could feel you clench hard around his fingers, your cum flooding his tongue and making him dizzy. He was almost mad that you wouldn’t let him hear the pretty sounds you made, but on the other hand he wouldn’t want Sully to run in here if he heard his precious daughter screaming. His tongue fucked you through your orgasm, and only when you were basically sobbing and wincing from the sensitivity did he pull back.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, kneeling between your spread thighs and appreciating the sight of his fucked out girl panting underneath him. He quickly shed his pants, he didn’t put anything else back on after last night. His tail wrapped around your thigh firmly, holding them open while he stroked his cock a little, a few drops of his precum falling and landing on your abused pussy. The sight of them mixing with your own slick made him growl, you were so ready for him.
You were so overstimulated, that when he mounted you and his cock slid between your folds, you whimpered and tried to scoot back, closing your thighs. But his tail held you in place, his hands pushing your thighs even more open with an unhappy cluck of his tongue. „No, no pretty girl, you will take this cock and you will love it won’t you?“, he scowled a little, and you whined. „You’re my good girl aren’t you?“, he rubbed his tip over your clit repeatedly, his precum making a mess. „Yes, yes I’m your good girl“, you gasped and he finally pushed his head into you.
How on earth were you still so tight, eventhough he had fucked you yesterday? He was losing his mind, his grip on reality slipping for a second and he buried himself as deep as you would take him. You whimpered at the sudden intrusion, and he snapped back into the moment, giving you a second before he started to move.
His bulging biceps were caging you in, your hands gripping them to ground yourself and you relaxed into his embrace when his lips softly found yours. „I love you“, he mumbled between kisses, the confession making you smile against his mouth. „I love you“, you mumbled, the human term of affection feeling familiar on your tongue.
You were pushed out of your gentle bubble when he delivered a particularly hard thrust and caught that one spot in the process, making you throw your head back in pleasure. „Don’t stop“, you panted, and he continued abusing your cunt with his harsh pace. „Never“, he smirked, hitching up your leg, the coil in your stomach tightening already.
You were a mess beneath him, whimpering and moaning on his cock, and it wasn’t even all the way inside, a few centimeters still outside. „Mhm sweetheart, I know you can take your mates cock all the way“, your eyes opened and looked at him shocked. „I-I don’t know, you’re so big“, you stuttered, you already felt like you were stuffed beyond your limit, not sure that you could take him all the way right now.
His hand wandered down between your legs, where he was still thrusting inside of you, and rubbed your clit. You thought he agreed that you wouldn’t be able to take it all, so you were concentrating on your fast approaching orgasm. But you were wrong. „Oh princess, that wasn’t a question“, he grinned, sweat dripping down his temple, and before you could comprehend what was happening, his fingers and cock had pushed you over the edge. The moment your orgasm hit, you could feel his tail tightening around your thigh, and he forced all of his dick inside of you with a hard, unforgiving thrust.
It hurt a little, but you were so deeply lost in your pleasure that the pain only amplified it and after he thrusted all the way inside a few times, it seemed to dull down and wasn’t noticeable anymore. Eywa, this was your third orgasm already and he didn’t seem to slow down, his heavy balls now slapping against your ass while he buried himself in your swollen and clenching cunt over and over again.
Tears were leaking out of your eyes and you were whimpering, your pussy was so used and sensitive, you couldn’t take it anymore. „M-miles please“, you were digging your nails into his biceps, the slight pain making him growl in pleasure, his thrust getting even harder, battering your cervix, „it’s too much.“
„Oh my love, I’m not done with you yet“, he moaned when you clenched around him, „know you can take it, you were made just for me.“ His words made you leak more slick around his cock and he grinned when he felt it. „How about I’ll make you cum one more time before I’ll pump you full? Sounds good?“, he groaned at your precious face looking up at him, while his cock still fucked you stupid.
„I-I can’t“, you could barely think straight anymore, and when he changed his angle slightly and his leaking head caught your spongey spot with every thrust, you couldn’t believe you were starting to feel your high build a fourth time. „You will though, trust me“, he growled, his voice sending shivers down your arched back.
He started nipping at your neck, his pace picking up and the lewd sounds that were reaching your ears with every thrust made you moan. You were so not going to walk tomorrow, but you didn’t care it felt too good. „Come on, cum for me one last time princess“, he moaned in your ear, both of them twitching at the sensation.
You were so overwhelmed, your body already so exhausted from your previous orgasms that you didn’t know if you could even cum another time, but the colonel proved you wrong, his hand finding its way to your clit once more, pinching it softly and rolling it between his fingers. You winced, the pleasure boderline painful, but it made you reach your high nonetheless.
You gripped him like a vice, your soft velvety walls pulling him in and your vision went white for a second with the force of your orgasm. „Fuck, you’re so tight sweetheart, gonna fill you up so good, I’ll make sure I’ll put a baby in you“, he thrusted into you one last time, his heavy balls resting against your ass, thightening and with a guttural growl he spilled into you, his head nestled thightly against your cervix, his seed flowing directly into your womb.
Your orgasm flared up a little again, the sheer amount of cum making a pathetic moan leave your mouth, your body completely caged in by the tall blue man on top of you. He breathed hard against your neck, his tail squeezing your thigh and his lips brushing your skin. „Such a good mate, taking all of my cum“, he purred satisfied.
The feeling of his mate pressed against him, all claimed and pleasured and happy made his heart beat faster, your connection making his feelings even more intense. The thought of you really getting pregnant, made him grin against your neck. He turned you both around, so you could lay on top of him comfortably, his cock not slipping out once. You nuzzled into his neck, humming happily and clenching slightly because of the movement.
He kissed your forehead softly, his arms holding you close and making sure you were safe. „Fuck sweetheart, I hope I got you pregnant“, he rumbled against your hair, his hands squeezing your waist. „Mhm me too“, you mumbled, already half asleep. „I’ll keep you on my cock all night, make sure nothing spills“, he grinned at that, this was heaven he was sure. He had to suppress a chuckle at the thought of making Sully a grandpa.
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Sooo I finally wrote the second part, don’t know if there’ll be a third, depends on what y’all would want, so let me know! Hope you liked this one <3
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𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎
𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 you are determined to finally lose your virginity, but eddie has something to say about it
𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 i feel like there is a lot of stuttering and hypenation in the dialogue but i was just writing how i was imagining they would say it aloud so like don't read it if that bothers you. also i can't write smut don't look at me like that. 3.2k
𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 female reader, really uncomfortable and awkward sexual situation not with eddie, reader almost sleeps with somebody who is not eddie, unprotected piv sex, reader is a virgin, sweet eddie, innocent reader
“I’m gonna do it, Eddie. Tonight.” 
You stared straight ahead, looking at nothing in particular as you determinedly tapped your fingers against his countertop. Eddie watched uncomfortably as he saw your expression morph into something firmer as you made up your mind. 
You threw your head back, downing your last shot and wincing. The back of your throat burned, and you jumped in place a little, shaking the nerves out of your hands like a boxer before a big fight. 
“Liquid courage. Now c‘mon.” You commanded, dragging him out of the trailer and into his van. 
The ride to the party was silent, an ugly tension in the air that only Eddie could feel. You were too focused on your nerves.
“Are you sure you want-”
“Yes, Eddie.”
He nodded, swallowing down bile as his knuckles turned white from his firm grip on his peeling steering wheel. 
He watched you disappear into the party, but it wasn’t long before his protective gaze was back on you. He surveilled you the entire night as you carefully screened the crowd and selected your suitor.
Eddie felt sick to his stomach watching you lean into his chest and smile at whatever garbage spewed over and out of his thin lips. 
He felt especially sick when he watched you follow him up the stairs like a lost puppy, innocent and needing to be taken care of. 
Eddie sulked on the couch for as long as he could, but as he thought more and drank more, he couldn’t take it. 
Bret, as he’d told you his name was through sloppy kisses, slobbered all over your chin and mouth. You held back a grimace, letting him continue to lick and suck wherever he pleased because it would all be worth it. 
He’d wasted no time getting yours and his own clothes off, his nails catching on your skin as he slid your jeans off. He’d pushed you back onto the bed and you grunted as the air was punched out of your lungs.
“Maybe you could-” You glanced down at your exposed pussy hopefully and he raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, I don’t really do that.”
You shoved down your disappointment, still optimistic and anxious to get it over with. 
And thankfully, he got straight to the point, positioning himself on top of you. He guided his tip a little lower than you would’ve liked and you recoiled, quickly redirecting him. 
“Yeah—erm—can you just—yeah. There.” You gasped as you felt the cool latex press against your fluttering hole. It felt wrong, you weren’t relaxed, and he felt all too heavy and sweaty on top of you. But you took a deep breath anyway, bracing for what was to come. 
Though something pulled your attention away from the feeling. You heard distant knocking and what sounded like Eddie calling out your name.
The knocking grew closer and so did his voice until-
“No, no, no, no, no.” you muttered, hoping that for the next fifteen minutes Eddie Munson would magically disappear, and that soon you would be deflowered for good.
Against your wishes, the door to the room was slamming open, the doorknob probably leaving a scuff mark on the wall of whoever’s house it was. Eddie burst in, palm covering his eyes as he blindly stumbled into the bedroom. “Don’t—If you haven’t yet just—don’t do it!”
Your jaw hung open, waiting for words to come to you. Your partner stared uselessly at the scene unfolding, just waiting impatiently to get his dick wet. 
“It should be with somebody-somebody you care about. Not some random guy at a party.”
You were extremely naked and feeling extraordinarily exposed with the door being wide open and Eddie standing right in it, despite his view being obstructed. You were also feeling particularly judged by a person who had no right to do so. You knew how Eddie lost his virginity, and it wasn’t mushy, or loving, or caring. He had no right. 
“Eddie,” you grit your teeth together, spitting the words through them. “Get the fuck out!”
He gulped before feeling around for the doorknob and pulling it closed, leaving the party and retreating to his trailer. 
You flattened your head against the pillow. You were so close to getting it over with. Unfortunately, Eddie’s testimony was rather convincing.
“Get off of me.”
“Are you serious?” Bret gaped.
“Dead.”
You watched him collect his clothes from the floor amidst his little tantrum, murmuring something like “fucking tease” under his breath before he slammed the door, leaving you naked, cold, and alone. 
You gathered your things and your broken pride before sheepishly navigating to the front door of the unfamiliar house. And even though you were fully clothed again, you felt like everybody could see right through you. No doubt you’d be known as the school “tease” come Monday.
You carried your shame down the darkened streets of Hawkins all the way to the Forest Hills trailer park, even though Eddie had warned you plenty of times not to walk through it alone at night. 
You knocked on his door pretty firmly, swallowing your embarrassment and opting to let your anger rise to your throat. 
“Eddie, open the door, I know you’re awake!”
You slammed your fist on the chipping wood, door rattling on its hinges. He finally flung it open. 
“Jesus, you’re gonna wake the fucking neighbors.” He yanked you into the trailer with an irritated huff.
“Well?” You crossed your arms expectantly. “Are you going to explain yourself?”
He ignored your question, instead asking one of his own. “Was it everything you dreamed of?”
His back was facing you, and you heard the flick, flick of his lighter before he exhaled a puff of cigarette smoke.
You stood behind him, watching the back of his messy head as you shifted in place.
“I didn’t—” He went rigid. “—didn’t do it.” You finished with a defeated sigh. 
He twisted his neck to face you. “You didn’t?”
“No, but Eddie, it wasn’t your place to do that.”
Stubbing his cigarette into the coffee table ashtray, he stumbled off the couch and over to you, grabbing your upper arms, “I know, I know, I know.” He guided you to the couch, sitting you down with him. “I know,” he breathed out. 
“It was wrong and inappropriate, but I couldn’t sit at that party knowing you were upstairs being defiled by that-that maggot who could never in a million years deserve something like you. I’m sorry, but absolutely not!” He sounded like he was scolding you, like you’d spilled something in his van and he was telling you off, but none of that really registered.
“Something like me?” You whispered shakily. 
Eddie realized he was still holding you tightly and let his hands fall down your arms, resting them on either side of your thighs. 
“Something so perfect, something that deserves somebody gentle and-and sweet. More than just a hookup.”
You were silent for a while, and he couldn’t help but ask. “Why do you want to lose your virginity so badly, anyways?”
You shrugged, looking down at your thighs smushed against his old couch. 
“I just- there's this guy,” you admitted. 
“Oh?” Eddie felt his stomach sink into the depths of middle earth and get swallowed up by a fiery Balrog. 
“Yeah, and I need to get over him. He’s always talking about other girls around me, he’s made it pretty clear he’s not interested.” You snuck a quick glance at him, and his head was hung low with guilt.
He knew you meant him, he wasn’t that stupid. And he did make a point to talk about girls around you, but he was only trying to shield himself from feeling too much for you. 
“So I guess I decided if I couldn’t have him, then it just didn’t matter.”
The Balrogs were tearing him apart at this point, limb by limb, clawing away at his broken, bleeding heart and feasting on the fileted organ.
He’d driven you to almost sleep with that prick, he’d made you feel less than, he’d pressured you to do something you maybe weren’t ready for. And he didn’t know what to say. 
“That’s not what I meant to-I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay, Eddie, really.” You shrugged, standing up and readjusting your purse on your shoulder. “I’m gonna head home.”
Your hand was almost, almost on the doorknob when Eddie grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his chest and kissing you right on the lips. 
You balled your fists up and pressed them to his chest, ready to shove him off of you, but you couldn’t help but melt into his arms and kiss him back. 
“You,” you panted as you pulled away. “You-I need it to be you.”
“Now? Are you sure? We can wait as long as you need to.”
“Now, Eddie. Need it now.”
You planted your lips back on his, kissing him with a new sense of eagerness, following him down the hall and into his messy room. He apologized for the state of it through messy kisses when you almost tripped over his boxer-covered amp.
Your clothes had already been taken off once that night, but this was so different. Eddie carefully pulled off each piece of your clothing, taking his time to caress your heated skin along the way. He traced over every freckle, curve, and vein on your body, committing each detail to memory just in case he never saw them again. 
He’d carefully laid you down on the bed, a stark contrast to how you’d been thrown earlier in the evening. It was night and day how easy things were with Eddie compared to Bret. His hands felt softer, even though they were comparatively rougher, and his bed felt softer, even though the sheets probably hadn’t been washed for ages. Everything felt right. 
He kissed every inch of bare skin he could see, leaving none of you untouched. His lips tickled your nipples when he kissed there, and you laughed a little bit. After a while, you were softly begging him to touch you, let his hands wander where nobody had gone before. 
He lowered his fingers to your aching pussy, rubbing from your clit down to your hole, letting his fingers slide through the wetness.
“I’m going to put them in, okay?” 
You nodded at him, wide eyed. You felt a little burn as he slipped two fingers inside of you, feeling your mushy walls wrap around them. You swallowed down any noises, focused on the pounding of your heart and your sweaty palms that grabbed onto his sheets. 
He sensed how stiff you were, stilling his fingers where they were and leaning down to kiss you so, so softly. He leaned on his elbow, brushing your hair from your face. You felt the rough pad of his thumb graze your cheek and you relaxed. 
You whispered a quiet okay and he gently moved his fingers. You couldn’t see where his hand disappeared between your thighs, and you didn’t want to. You were perfectly happy to stare up at Eddie as your eyebrows pinched together and your jaw fell open. 
He was caressing you, rubbing upwards with just enough pressure that had you subconsciously canting your hips upwards, towards the warmth of his body. 
“I’m gonna put my thumb here, okay? And it’s gonna feel-”
“Oh jesus, Eddie!” You careened upwards, nearly knocking your forehead into his own.
“There she is,” he beamed cockily, continuing to smush his thumb against your already swollen clit. Your hand wrapped around his idle wrist, managing to tether you back to a clouded sense of reality. 
Your stomach started fluttering and your breaths turned into shallow pants. 
“C’mon, pretty. Cum on my fingers.”
You tried to be offended at his vulgar words, you really did, but you couldn’t allow yourself to be embarrassed because you were seizing up around him, and your thighs were vibrating on the bed, and your head was thrashing back against his pillow, and you were all but wailing out his name as you came. 
His eyes rolled back in his head when he felt how hard you squeezed his fingers together. He had to pause and take a deep breath when he saw your orgasm drip down his rings and onto his wrist. He sucked his fingers clean, humming around his them while you recovered, he couldn’t help it. He slipped a couple of rings off and slid them onto your trembling hand, just because he could. 
His lips fit perfectly on your jawline, just below your ear. He looked down at the rest of your body, waiting for your chest to rise and fall a little more slowly. 
“Ready for the main event?”
You almost hit him. But, you were also glad he was still being his cheesy self, not necessarily treating you any differently just because of the nature of the situation. And you would’ve quipped back, something snarky and bratty, but you couldn’t do anything but breathe out an uneven yes.
You stared at his hands as he maneuvered his briefs down his thighs, completely mesmerized by his every move. You marveled at his cock for a moment without really realizing until he let out a boyish snicker. 
“Sorry. I’ve just-I’ve never really looked at one before.” 
You hesitantly brought yourself to your knees in front of him, letting yourself admire his pretty, pale dick and all of its pretty details. He was big. A lot bigger than how Bret felt. You could see blue veins running up his shaft, all the way to the lip of his reddened head where a pearly bead of precum leaked out of his slit.
“Can I lick it?” 
“Yeah, uh, yeah.” He answered earnestly, helping you move your mouth to his tip with a hand on your cheek. You licked him, throat buzzing as you savored the new, heady taste. When you looked up at Eddie, his eyes were closed, and you noticed his other hand was balled by his side, clenching hard. You pulled away, shifting onto your back and spread your legs a little bit.
He opened his eyes to a nice view of your slightly puffy cunt, glistening and beckoning him forward. His knees made little dips in the bed as he closed the distance.
His palms were flat on the bed, resting on either side of your head and caging you in. His thighs were warm as they pressed against your own. You felt some resistance as he pushed his head into your hole, and your nails dug deep into the flesh of his shoulders. He instructed you to breathe slowly, watching patiently from above as he slowly tore you apart. 
“More, please.” 
You winced again and again until he was eventually seated entirely inside of you. It felt like your insides were pinching together, a pulsing pain humming in your lower back as your walls collapsed in around him. He was mostly still, waiting for you to tell him it was okay to move, but he couldn’t help but roll his hips once, moving even deeper inside of you. His head tipped back as you squeezed around him, a groan rumbling deep from his chest.
In that moment you knew he was made for you, with the way his balls fit perfectly against the curve of your ass and the head of his cock notched against your cervix. He pulled out and thrust back in once, shuddering at the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around him.
“Feel so good sweetheart, that asshole didn’t deserve you. Don’t want anybody else knowing how good you feel.” He’d found the fountain of youth and he wasn’t letting it go. 
The pain melted away the more he kissed you and slid his warm hands all over your chest and rib cage, only stopping when both of his hands were holding and holding your jaw in place.
“Thank you for not letting him inside you. Fuck. It’s all for me, right?” 
And it wasn’t just dirty talk, he was really asking you, pleading with you to say yes, let him know he was the only one. All the stupid girl talk didn’t matter anymore, you were it for him, and he’d known it for a while.
You whimpered as he began steadily fucking into you, your back arching into his chest as you babbled an uh huh. Satisfied with your answer, he released your face and grabbed onto your hips, angling them up towards the ceiling and hitting that spot that made your ears ring and vision go white.
“Eds, please can you-my-” 
He got the message, using three of his fingers to rub sloppy circles over your swollen clit. It didn’t take much until you were tensing around him again, convulsing and babbling on his cock. He watched your neck strain, placing a wet kiss right in the center of it.
He could tell that those two orgasms were enough, maybe too much even. You were spent and twitching and tired and he could tell. He slowly pulled out, admiring the way his dick shined with your stickiness. He wanted to keep going, flip you over and fuck your imprint into his mattress until you saw stars, but your broken whines evoked a sympathy he couldn’t ignore.
“Eddie- What are you doing? You haven’t-”
He ignored you, laying on his back and pulling you into his side, letting you use his chest as a pillow. You made no physical move to protest because you couldn’t, your limbs felt like Wayne’s famous spaghetti.
“Shhhhh,” he held you closer, gently petting your hair as his cock gradually softened on his thigh. “I don’t care, we can worry about that later.”
“Later,” you surrendered sleepily. “Can you eat me out later, too?” 
He almost choked, your tired, fucked out voice asking him to please eat you out nearly sending him to an early grave. You were asleep before he could answer. He let you nap for around an hour, and he would’ve let you nap there longer, forever even, but soon you were stirring and your eyelids were fluttering open.
“Took a quiz in a magazine the other day.” You glanced back at him through your eyelashes. “Said I wouldn’t lose my virginity until I was twenty-three. Can you believe it?” Your voice was still so sleepy and pretty, Eddie was going to explode.
You felt his chest move as he exhaled a laugh. “Yeah. But I would’ve waited that long for you, you know.” 
“Yeah right, you charmer. You have a new girl in here every week.” 
“Only one girl I want in here now.”
“You meant what you said? I’m all for you?” 
“If you want that.” He trailed off a little.
“Yeah, only if you bring me a yoo-hoo, though.” 
Before he got up, he flattened his palms over your stomach, the warmth soothing the residual ache. He grinned to himself, and you could hear it in his voice.
“I popped your cherry.”
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Party Animal
Danny smiled his signature perfect smile, posing stereotypically as the phone sat propped up on a sidewalk trashcan with a timed camera counting down. While it was his 21st birthday, and he'd invited nearly twenty people to come out clubbing with him in New York City, he wasn't entirely shocked when everyone had some lame excuse as to why they couldn't come. Victoria was in the middle of watching Yellowjackets and couldn't be bothered to get up off her couch. Taylor was stuck at the airport in Nashville, unable to board his connecting flight due to "inclement weather." Felicity couldn't find a dog sitter for the night (bullshit), and Kyle just didn't even respond to the text. This was relatively par for the course for poor Danny, who'd gotten all but used to the feeling of his "friends" ditching him when it was plans of his own.
There were absolutely reasons in their mind as to why going out with Danny was less than an ideal evening: he was a wallflower. Sure, like everyone else in his small town, he had a fake ID. So one would assume that his relative experience in bars would at least teach him something about how to have a good time in one. Unfortunately, this was certainly not the case. Danny was the friend who would get to the bar, order two Long Islands and drunkenly cry for the rest of the night. He couldn't hold his liquor, he couldn't hit a joint without having a fifteen minute coughing spell, his moves on the dancefloor were generously described as "cringe," he would leave early and complain about it the next day. Yet, without fail, the next weekend would roll about and he would be the first one in line at open. His messy party ways had completely eradicated any chance of an entourage going with him, even on his birthday. Thus, as he posed rather stereotypically on the side of West 17th Street, alone and underdressed for his first gay nightclub of legal age, there was a level of disappointment.
Chelsea was bustling that evening, with stunning people in outrageously skimpy outfits strutting from building to building. All were in their little cliques huddles together until they made it to the doorman, where they'd quickly disperse into the drunken crowd within. Guys like him were the ones standing in line, waiting for someone to leave so they could have a chance of getting in; wallflowers, all of them. Thus, as he finally arrived at the club he'd heard so much about on every gay travel blog imaginable, he wasn't shocked to receive a quick look up and down from the bouncer and a head shaking no. Dejected, alone, and not even buzzed, Danny pulled out his phone to call the Uber back to his hotel. That is, until he felt a subtle tap on his shoulder. He sighed and turned around, locking eyes with an unexpected but very welcome sight.
He was tall, maybe 6'4 in a cutoff white tank top, a golden chain hanging from just beneath his nipples. His abs sat like the cobblestones on the street against his chiseled torso, flanked on either side by two huge, vascular arms. His fly was undone, with his thumbs suggestively holding it open. He had a gentle, yet sultry face: perfectly manicured facial hair and sweaty, wavy curls atop his head. He smiled as he leaned against the wall, illuminated brightly by the streetlight above them both.
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"Baby you're not gettin' in looking like that." He had a thick accent, perhaps Cuban or Dominican, but it rolled off his supple lips like the drool which had begun to slightly dribble down Danny's jaw. The man smiled and ruffled his hair, getting ready to walk back into the club.
"Hey! Uh... I really like your outfit. You wear it really... really well." The stud turned back, a small chuckle under his breath.
"Thank you baby! I wasn't sure about the chain, but it draws attention to all the right places, am I right?" He ran his large hands over his abs, winking at the salivating 21 year old. "I'm Mateo, by the way." The two shook hands, Danny barely able to contain himself.
"So, you come out to these clubs often? It's my first time in the city. My twenty first birthday, actually." Mateo's face lit up. Tossing his arm around Danny's shoulder, he leaned in close to hopefully be heard above the hustle and bustle of the chattering crowd outside. Danny blushed. He could feel the heat from Mateo's pit on the nape of his neck, the smell of wet armpit after a night of dancing tickling the hairs in his nostrils.
"Where's your party? You better not be out here alone on a Saturday night!" Danny looked down, trying to hide the thirst which had overtaken him.
"Ahh, they all cancelled. It's just me tonight." Danny felt an immediate yank, as Mateo squeezed him tightly against his pillowy pecs.
"Nahh. It's just you and ME tonight. C'mon." Mateo began guiding Danny down the street, chatting about the nightlife in New York City, how it's better than anywhere else, how it has the hottest guys and the best vibes. Mateo had been a staple of the ballroom scene for a couple years at that point, and was well acquainted with the bars and their owners. Any place of any note, he'd be able to waltz right in. Though in this instance, he decided to do something special for this little guy who he'd found meandering the streets. "It's definitely an in-the-know kinda place, if you know what I mean. And you're not getting in wearing that, so I guess we're just going to have to get you a birthday present." The two strolled up to a relatively inconspicuous apartment building, Mateo flashing his card to open the heavy metal door. Two flights up and ten doors down the hall, Mateo opened the door to his apartment. It was tidy for the most part. Plants sat on every imaginable surface, even hanging in macrame slings from the popcorn ceiling. Mateo flipped the lights on in his bedroom and opened his closet door.
"Uhhh, what are you looking for?" Danny nervously shuffled from side to side. This wasn't going to be one of those makeover scenes a la Clueless, was it? Mateo flashed several articles of clothing in front of his face, each vastly different from the one before: leather pants, a silk button up, a ripped up tank top, a latex polo... Under his breath, Danny could hear the quiet mutterings Mateo whispered after each one. Too young, too bulky, too preppy, too kinky.
"Hey. Like what's the vibe you're going for? If some hot guy walked up to you and was looking you up and down, what would you want him to see in a perfect world?" Danny sat there a moment, pondering. He wasn't entirely sure. He'd never thought about it. Closing his eyes, he tried to go back to his days of fantasizing about what a perfect Danny would look like. What he'd always wanted to look like. Though, for him, those days were far behind him. The years of being ditched and cast aside, while he understood why, had taken a toll on him. He'd only ever seen himself as that annoying friend who ruins the mood. Danny shuffled his feet beneath him, hanging his head.
"I don't know... just not... this." He motioned up and down, alluding to the rather sad appearance he'd taken on. Mateo stopped what he was doing, chucking a pair of sunglasses at the frowning young man, hitting him square on the nose.
"You stop that. This is not a pity party, it's a birthday party." Danny nodded, picking up the sunglasses from his feet: Balenciaga. "You know what you need? You need a confidence boost." Mateo pinched his chin, analyzing his closet. "And I have just the thing." It was like a frenzy. Within seconds, clothes were being tossed at him. Looking down at them, he anxiously investigated them. A long, almost see through tank top, a well worn sleeveless leather jacket, and a pair of wide, baggy pants- all of which about two sizes too big.
"Uh, hey, I really appreciate it but I don't think I'm gonna fi..." Mateo had plopped a heavy pair of beat up combat boots on top of the pile in his hands, nearly spilling the whole outfit out of Danny's arms.
"Shut up and go put this on, I promise you'll look great." Sighing, he started headed toward the bathroom, only for Mateo to stop him. "Here, just..." Mateo grabbed the wrists of Danny's shirt, pulling the gaudy top off his frail body. Snatching the tank top from the pile, he ripped it off the hanger and slipped it over his arms and head. The shit was undoubtedly massive on him. Danny was after all 5'4 and 100 lbs soaking wet, the tall hunk which stood before him would obviously be wearing way larger clothes than him. "Arms back!" Mateo slid the sleeveless leather jacket onto him. Danny could smell that this item was well loved, catching a subtle hint of weed, cigarettes, and sweat gently wafting from it. "Pants off!" He directed, Danny followed. Pulling his skinny black jeans down to his ankles, and taking off his brown loafers. He stood before Mateo in his whitey-tidies, and an unimpressive flat bulge. "Yeah, take 'em off and burn them. Besides, easier access for the lucky guy later tonight." He winked, causing Danny to blush. Any time his gal-pals had tried to do a makeover it always ended in a trip to Hollister or Abercrombie to look like every straight high schooler in 2013. He'd never had a guy, let alone a gay guy take the time to dress him. His guard finally down, he dropped them, quickly snatching the lightweight pants and pulling them up his legs, tightly pulling the drawstrings to keep them up.
Mateo looked him up and down, clearly thinking about what was missing as Danny slid his feet into the massive boots, feeling the squish of gogo boy sweat bubbling up onto his soles. Mateo snapped his fingers, grabbing the sunglasses and sliding them onto his face. Danny couldn't deny feeling cool in these ill-fitting clothes, whether or not he felt hot in them or not- if this sexy club kid thought he looked good he probably did.
"Awesome, here, take this bag. Happy Birthday, we gotta go!" Danny didn't even get a chance to peer into the mirror before a large leather bag was tossed at him and he was pushed out the door. He tripped over the baggy pants dragging on the ground, and the clunky boots which slid around on his now damp feet. "You look great," Mateo said as they hopped down the stairs. "I got just the place to take you."
The two walked for perhaps only a block or two before they turned into a dark alley, only a single red lamp far down the brick walled canyon illuminating the surroundings. They strutted up to the rusted metal door, Mateo knocking only three times before it swung open. The huge bouncer blocked the door with his arms crossed, though the moment he saw Mateo, he silently stepped aside. Thrust inside from behind, Danny entered the club.
From then on, the night was a blur. The few moments of clarity and recollection told quite the story. The club was packed, sexy guys dancing on eachother, gogo boys on the bar, discarded ecstasy pills littering the floor brightly glowing from the blacklights. A DJ played derivative beats as they approached the bar. The last clear decision that was made was to take a round of shots.
"Zayn! Could you get us two blowjobs?" Danny turned quickly, shocked at the prospect. He was slightly less anxious when the two cream topped shots were placed in front of them. After a quick birthday toast, the two downed their shots. Immediately, Danny felt an instant release. The nervousness had subsided, and he felt ready to enjoy the evening. He couldn't help but notice, before Mateo had ordered round two, that the sexy bartender seemed to smirk with every shot, heading to the back room for a moment only to come back with two perfect drinks. Round 2 felt just as good as the first, feeling himself smile and sway to the music. It was followed up by round 3, then round 4, then round 5... The shots just kept coming, and by round 7, the world was spinning.
From what little could be recalled, he hit the dance floor with Mateo, showing off the notorious dance moves which had caused him so much grief back home. Though, as the night progressed, he felt the music in a patently distinctive way. Every beat, every note hit differently. His body seemed to just move on its own, his hips swaying, his hands slowly wandering around Mateo's firm waist. The unfittedness of the clothes seemed to dissipate, and they began to feel... right. He liked the way that they showed off his broadening shoulders, his widening biceps... As he dropped, effortlessly pulling off spins and dips, his strong, muscular legs kept him firm in his stance, rooted in the perfectly fitted boots.
He could remember Mateo running his hands over the light tattoos sprawled on his pulsating forearms. He'd even done a few of them himself in his boredom during a relatively crazy shroom trip a few years back. In fact, as the two of them stood there in eachother's arms, looking eye to eye and towering over the dancefloor, he was so grateful that his bestie Mateo would give him such a night out on his birthday. Though, it seemed every year got more and more wild. The two didn't waste any more time. This was going to be a wild birthday, as Mateo planted a deep kiss onto his lips. Their sweaty, muscled arms wrapped around eachother, passionately making out on the dancefloor, before Danny reached into his bag, pulling out the magnum ribbed condom he'd gotten earlier that day, hoping the two would arrive at that point sometime during the night.
Mateo smiled and nodded, the two heading outside to wait for the Uber to take them back to the apartment. As Mateo eagerly tapped away on his phone, Danny leaned against the street pole, thrusting his sizeable package toward his boyfriend.
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The next morning, Mateo woke up to an empty bed. Sweaty sheets tossed from one side of the room to the other, the stench of kinky sex still wafting in the air. He rolled out of the stained bed, walking past Danny's still warm, musky combat boots splayed on the hardwood floor. After a night of being railed with his face buried in it's ripe opening, he couldn't help but take a quick whiff down memory lane before going down to the front door. There, perched on the step, in all his blonde, shirtless glory sat Danny smoking his American Spirits.
"Good morning, sexy bitch." His velvety voice soared like the wind to Mateo's eager ear, something about that cocky, confident swagger behind his words always hit just right. He plopped down next to his boyfriend, sensually nibbling on his pierced ear. "Gonna get the neighbors all hot and bothered." Danny chided, Mateo knowing full well he loved being seen in even more compromising positions by anyone who stumbled across them.
"That's the idea." The two laughed and kissed, hoping old Mrs. Prallatt across the street was huffing and puffing in an indignant rage. "Hey the house is performing later tonight in the Bowery, I think you should show off the new number. Kick the LaBeija's ass off the floor." Smirking, Danny took a long drag and let out a large cloud of smoke before turning to Mateo.
"They don't stand a chance." Mateo stood up, kissing Danny's smooth hand before getting ready to head back up to get dressed for the day. "Hey, babe." Mateo turned and looked down at the beautiful creature which had been the wildest ride he'd ever taken. "How about you take those sweats off and I show you a couple more moves before we head out?" A strong grope of Mateo's growing bulge and a wink from behind his Balenciaga shades was all that his man needed to see.
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His Best Friend's Wedding Epilogue [Bradley Bradshaw x Reader]
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Overview: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw has been your best friend for a decade. He’s also your fiancé’s best man. So when he shows up at your hotel room the night before your wedding, it’s just because he’s your friend, right? 
Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader 
Chapter summary: Two years after confessing the night before your wedding that he was in love with you, Bradley is faced with major changes – your divorce, and the birth of your child. You have a confession for him: you always loved him, too.
Warnings: Angst, pregnancy, childbirth, mention of cheating, alcohol, violence
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You stood in the doorway, hand frozen in midair. Fear tightened your chest. 
How many times had you knocked on Bradley’s door before? Mostly you let yourself in, key slipped in the lock as seamlessly as if it were your own house. The bungalow was warm and inviting and you knew practically every turn, every creaky hardwood plank, every scratch on the wall. 
The dent on your ring finger stared back at you as your hand hovered an inch from the wood door. It felt odd. Bare. And while at first, the rings had felt heavy, like an omen, you were surprised to find that the absence of them didn’t feel light or freeing. 
It felt like homeostasis. 
After a moment, your fingers landed against the soft wood of the door. It opened instantly. Bradley’s warm eyes met yours. 
You looked up. 
“Come inside, Ace.” 
***
Bradley watched you kiss Jeremy on the altar. He had to sit there and give his best man speech at the wedding even though his hands shook the entire time and he couldn’t look either of you in the eye. He felt the prickle of jealousy and anger under the collar of his tux as you and Jeremy ran through the crowd toward the vintage convertible your father had lent the two of you as your getaway car.
Through gritted teeth, Bradley watched the milestones in your life from a short distance. Photos of your honeymoon in Tahiti. Your first house as a married couple. 
He was there the day the stick turned pink. 
Jeremy, as it turns out, was on assignment. You called Bradley without a second thought. “Brad,” you whispered into the phone. “Come over.” 
He could hear the anxiety in your voice. He was in his car before he even had time to tie his shoes, driving the familiar route without really seeing it. He could find his way to you with his eyes closed. 
You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub when he arrived, barreling through the door without knocking, shoving into the bathroom. The door flung open. He dropped down to kneel in front of you.
“Ace?” 
You smiled gently. “I couldn’t do this on my own.” You pointed to the test, wrapped up on the counter. Bradley sucked in a breath. He had known this was coming. You and Jeremy had been married for two years. You had always wanted a family. 
“Want me to open it?” he asked. You nodded. Bradley reached for the rest, rotating the plastic wrapper in his hands, pinching the plastic end with his large fingertips before pulling it slowly out of the sheath, reading the tiny white oval face. 
“Brad?” you whispered. Every nerve in your body was on fire. Fear bubbled in your chest. 
He smiled softly. “You’re going to be an amazing mom.” 
You sagged and Bradley caught you immediately, the two of you crouched on the bathroom floor, your arms flung around Bradley’s neck, his fingertips pressing tightly against your skin. He could feel your tears soaking the cotton of his shirt where your face was scrunched against his shoulder, but he didn’t care. He had never cared. He knew they were tears of joy. 
Bradley was the first person you called for most things. The day you got a flat tire on I-5 headed to Santa Clarita for a girls trip. The time you twisted an ankle at the grocery store and he showed up fifteen minutes later with a pair of flat shoes and an ice pack. 
Bradley was the person you called when everything went to hell with Jeremy. 
“I can’t fucking do this anymore!” you screamed, throwing a cup across the room, letting it shatter into a million pieces. 
Jeremy’s face was hard like stone. “You’re being insane, Y/N,” he said. 
“Insane? Insane?” You whipped around to face him, cheeks red with anger. “You’re gone all the time, Jer. You don’t answer your phone. I hear from other wives that you’re hanging out at bars on the base with random people including women I don’t know. How do you think that makes me feel?” 
“That’s the fucking job, Y/N. I’m a Naval lieutenant commander. I have responsibilities. I have duties. I have people I owe my life to.” 
“To me!” you shouted. “You owe your life to me, Jer! We stood up in front of three hundred people and promised ourselves to each other. Our time, our energy, our commitment.” 
“I’m in the military, babe, I have commitments.” 
You shook your head, tears flooding your eyes. “Maybe you’re the kind of man who can only have one.” 
“What is that supposed to mean?” 
“It means,” you whispered, “that maybe I’m not your top priority anymore.” 
Jeremy was silent. His silence said more than words ever could. 
You wiped at your tears. “I’m going out.” 
“When will you be back?” 
“Maybe I won’t.” 
“Don’t you fucking do that,” he said and there was ice in his words. “Don’t you fucking throw all of this away.” 
“You’re the one throwing it away,” you said, opening the door. “I’m just following your lead.” 
***
Bradley hated when you showed up at his door, tears in your eyes, an overnight bag packed and sitting at your side. 
He hated it more when you didn’t show up at all. Because that meant he was just one more step from losing you, all over again. 
The night that you found out about the baby, with Jeremy overseas, you asked Bradley to stay at the house. The two of you sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, Buddy your rescue labrador’s head buried in Bradley’s lap, one of his large hands stroking the dog's velvety ears. 
“Brad?” you asked, leaning your head against one hand, elbow pressed against the overstuffed sofa cushion. 
“Hmm?” 
“We don’t talk about it,” you said. 
“Talk about what?” 
“The wedding,” you whispered. “Everything that happened the night before.” 
Bradley’s eyes widened. It had been two years, four months, and sixteen days. He had thought about it every single day since he watched you float down the aisle toward him, only to say yes to Jeremy. You were still the first thing he thought of when he woke up and the last thing on his mind as he drifted off to sleep. 
“I’m sorry,” you said. “I shouldn’t have brought it up.” 
“I still love you,” Bradley said and you sucked in a breath. That felt like a punch to the gut. You placed one hand over your stomach, which he misinterpreted. “I’m sorry,” he added. “I know you belong to Jer. And I want you to be happy, Ace. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He paused. “I know you have everything you could ever want now. Maybe I don’t fit in to your life anymore.” 
“Don’t say that.” You were on your knees, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Buddy grunted and squeezed out from between the two of you, sulking off to his bed in the corner. You felt Bradley’s hands, warm, tighten on your back. He felt like coming home. “You will always fit into my life. Always. No matter what.” 
“I thought you’d hate me,” he whispered. “For saying all of that to you before the wedding.” 
You pulled back, tears in your eyes. “Bradley Bradshaw. I will never hate you a day in my life.” 
***
Your bare hand fell to your stomach, warm and round and hard, as you stood awkwardly in the foyer of Bradley’s house. 
He stood with his arms dangling at his sides. “So.” 
This wasn’t the reunion you wanted. You weren’t sure what you wanted. For everything to disappear. For the last decade to be erased. 
To have chosen Bradley that night in that Annapolis dive bar instead of Jeremy. 
You stepped closer. “I left.” 
“Ace,” he whispered. 
You shook your head. “For good. He signed the papers.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “It’s over.” 
“Oh.” Bradley could barely breathe. He was afraid of moving, in case it was all a dream and you faded away into the background, out of his grasp. 
“Brad,” you whispered, reaching out, putting one hand against his cheek, soft cool skin against his warm flesh. You could feel the grittiness of his stubble beneath your fingertips. “I was wrong to choose Jeremy. At the wedding. That first night at the bar. Every night since.” 
“What are you saying, Y/N?” he murmured. 
“I’m saying I’m sorry,” you said quietly. “I’m saying that I still love you.”
***
The day it all came to a head was a year after the wedding. You and Bradley were in the living room when Jeremy stomped in, eyes wide with rage. He held up a credit card bill in one hand. 
“Y/N.” His voice boomed along the walls. You cowered. “What the fuck?” 
“What’s going on?” Bradley’s mouth was pulled into a tight line. 
“None of your business, Bradshaw,” Jeremy spat. “This is between me and my wife.” 
“Don’t like the tone you’re taking, Jer.” You were thankful for Bradley in that moment. 
Jeremy stepped closer. You could smell the sharp acidity of alcohol on his breath. “I said, back off, Bradshaw. This is between me and Y/N.” He turned to you. “What the fuck is this charge?” 
“What charge?” 
“This.” He shoved the paper right beneath your nose. “Some hotel in Miami.” 
You rolled your eyes. “That was for Kelly’s bachelorette.” 
He narrowed his eyes. “Don't lie to me.” 
“Why the fuck would I lie to you?” you demanded. “You’re the one who cheats in this relationship, not me.” 
You never saw his hand shoot out. But it didn’t land on your cheek like it was meant to. Instead, faster than you could even see, Bradley stepped between the two of you, Jeremy’s slap landing across his face. Bradley’s left arm wrapped back around you, making sure you were tucked safely behind him. 
A quietness enveloped the room. 
And then Bradley’s voice. “Y/N,” he said gruffly. “Get in the car.” 
“I—”
“Get in the car,” he repeated. You backed up, eyes on the two of them as you grabbed your phone and made your way for the door. 
As you were slipping your shoes on, you heard Bradley’s voice. Low and harsh. You had never heard him sound like that before. 
“You ever, I mean ever, lay a fucking hand on her, next time you see me I’ll be standing over your grave,” Bradley hissed. 
Jeremy’s shoulders sagged. They were practically brothers. But there was something definitive about Bradley’s tone. “Baby, I didn’t mean–”
“Get yourself together, Jer,” Bradley said, turning, his eyes falling on you. “You don’t deserve her.” 
***
“What happened?” Bradley whispered. 
You felt your shoulders droop. “I left him,” you said. “We both know I had to.” Your hands fell to your stomach: bloated, uncomfortable, eight months wide. “For me. And her. Or him.” 
Bradley ran one hand over his face, pulling at the small creases near the sides of his eyes. “Ace. I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” 
“I’m not.” You looked at the living room. “Can I sit? I’m huge.” 
“Oh, God, of course.” Bradley rushed to throw a pillow and blanket from the couch and make room for you. He held your hand, easing you down onto the couch. 
“I’m sorry it took so long to realize,” you said as Bradley settled into the seat next to you, his brown eyes warm and wide. 
“Realize what?” 
“I think you know.” 
***
“You’re making a mistake.” Bradley was drunk, and so were you. The diamond on your left hand glittered under the dim light outside the bar where the two of you had bummed stray cigarettes from one of the barbacks in the alley.
“What, this?” you asked, flicking the cigarette as ash fluttered to the ground. “I’m so fucking hammered I won’t remember this tomorrow so it doesn’t really count, right?” 
He shook his head, dropping the cigarette and stomping it out beneath one foot. “Marrying Jeremy.” 
You sucked in a breath. Too hard, choking on smoke. Bradley slapped your back, his fingertips warm across your bare skin, until you could breathe normally. You frowned up at him. “What’s gotten into you?” 
“He’s not good enough,” he said. 
“What the hell?” you demanded. “It’s been eight years, Bradley. You waited eight years to tell me that you think I shouldn’t marry him?” 
“I told you from day one,” he said, “that you were better off without him.” 
“This is cruel.” A tear slid from your eye and you felt the edge of the cigarette burning your skin. Instead of dropping it, you let the heat invade your fingertip. It wasn’t the only thing on fire. “You’re doing this to hurt me.” 
“Ace,” he whispered. “No. I’m doing this to keep you from getting hurt.” 
“The only thing that’s hurting me is you, Bradley.” You dropped the cigarette, letting it tumble to the ground, watching Bradley’s face fall alongside it. You stepped out of the light and into the shadows, disappearing into the night. 
***
The lights were hot. Your dress felt too tight and itchy. Jeremy’s hands were slick with sweat as the two of you twirled around the dance floor, messing up your choreographed dance not once but twice. You tried to laugh it off but it felt like an omen. No matter how much practice, you still couldn’t get it right. 
After a while, the song flowed into the next and other couples flooded the dance floor. 
A hand appeared on Jeremy’s shoulder. He turned, Bradley’s face hovering over his shoulder. “May I cut in?” 
Jeremy nodded, smile wide, innocence across his face. He had no idea that twenty-four hours before, his best friend had been confessing his love for you. 
He had no idea that you hesitated on that altar. 
“Of course.” Jeremy let his fingertips drop from your waist. He planted a kiss, chaste, on your lips. “Be good, babe. You’re a married woman now.” He turned to Bradley with a grin. “All yours, Bradshaw.” 
Bradley’s hands were warm. He guided you confidently in a loose circle around the dance floor. There was an effortless confidence to the way Bradley danced. But it wasn’t only dancing. There was confidence in everything about him. You trusted him, with everything. 
“Ace,” he said quietly. 
You looked up. “Don’t,” you whispered. “Let’s just dance, OK? There’s nothing else to say.” 
“OK.” 
You leaned your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his tux. When you closed your eyes, everything else — the lights, the music, the heat — faded away. 
It was just the sound of his heart beating in your ear, guiding you in the darkness. 
***
“You can stay here,” Bradley said, standing up. “For as long as you want.” 
You frowned. “I can’t ask you to do that. The baby is coming any day now. It’ll keep you awake, day and night.” 
“Your snoring does that already.” 
It was the first air of mirth in the conversation. You grinned. “Shut up.” 
Bradley’s mouth returned to its set shape, a thin line. “I’ll get the guest room ready for you.” 
“Brad.” You were on your feet, wobbling. He reached out instinctively, one hand on your arm, balancing you. “I don’t think you’re hearing me.” 
“I am,” he replied. “But you got divorced, what, fifteen minutes ago? I’ve waited fifteen years for you, Ace. I can wait another day or two or one hundred. I need to know that I’m not your backup. That I’m not just your plan B when everything else goes to shit.” 
“You’re not.” 
“I need to know that you actually want me,” he said quietly. “Because there’s nothing I want more in this world than you.” 
***
For three weeks, you slept in Bradley’s guest room. Sleeping was an exaggeration of what you were actually doing, which was grunting and turning over like a beached whale every five minutes, and going to the bathroom in between. 
And then, in the middle of the night, you felt it. 
“Brad!” you yelled. The door flung open a second later, shirtless Bradley standing in the doorway, the hallway light illuminating him from behind, hair a mess, eyes wide. 
“What?” 
You looked up with glee. “It’s happening. The baby’s coming.” 
The entire drive to the hospital, Bradley was death gripping the wheel. He looked so terrified that the nurses took one look at him and laughed before showing you to the L&D room. He paced across the room a thousand times as you went through all of the checks, breathed through the contractions, winced as they inserted your IV. 
“Bradley,” you said, tossing your head back against the flat pillow. “You need to stop. You’re making me sick.” 
“Fuck, sorry.” He sat down on the chair, bouncing his knee. “Honey? I gotta ask.” 
“Hmm?” 
“Should I call Jeremy?” 
The two of you hadn’t spoken since the divorce was finalized. But Bradley had a point. Jeremy was, technically, the baby’s father. He deserved to know. “Yeah. I guess.” 
“I’ll be right back.” He slipped out of the room and you laid back against the bed, eyes pressed shut. 
The pain started to increase and by the time Bradley returned you were sweating. 
“Ace? Should I call the nurse?” 
You shook your head. “No, I’m fine.” 
“You don’t look fine.” 
“Gee, thanks.” 
“You know what I mean,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful woman that ever existed.” 
“Even now?” 
He grinned. “Especially now.” 
Your fingertips closed around his, just as the door pressed open. Jeremy stood in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers. His eyes immediately landed on your fingers intertwined with Bradley’s. He stepped inside, setting the flowers down on the table against the wall. “Y/N.” 
“Jer.” 
“I’ll be outside,” Bradley said, letting his fingers slip away. You nodded. He gave Jeremy a wide berth. You frowned. The two of them had been so close. You had even watched them kiss each other once while drunk and as part of a draft bet. But there was an icy wall that surrounded the two of them now. 
All three of you. 
Jeremy sat in the chair that Bradley had vacated. He reached up to put his hand on your stomach and you let him. Under the fluorescent lights, his gold ring glinted. 
“How are you?” he asked. 
“Uncomfortable.” 
“Did they give you the epidural yet?” 
“No,” you replied. “And I wasn’t just talking about the labor.” 
He let out a sigh. “Listen, Y/N, I fucked up. I know that. But this is our baby.” Jeremy paused. “No matter what happened between us, I want to be a part of this child’s life.” 
“You’re the baby’s father,” you said. “Of course you’ll be in their life.” 
Jeremy paused. “And Bradshaw?” 
“What about him?” 
He cocked his head to one side. “So you two are a thing?” 
Your eyes widened. “What? No.” 
“Y/N.” 
“He’s my best friend. He’s always been my best friend.” 
“And mine,” Jeremy reminded you. “So trust me when I say, there were always three people in this marriage. And I was the odd one out.” 
“Nothing ever happened,” you whispered. “Not while we were married.”
“But after?” he asked. 
You grimaced. “Before. New Orleans. The wedding you couldn’t make.” 
He nodded. “I guess a part of me always knew. I had hoped you’d pick me. And you did, for a while. But you were always his.” 
“I wanted to be yours,” you whispered. “I was yours. And you blew it.” 
“I know.” Jeremy’s head hung low. He looked up at you through those dark lashes. “I should have stepped aside that first night, at the bar in Annapolis. I saw how he looked at you. But I wanted you for myself. And I never was good at turning down an opportunity.” 
“You are both going to be in my life,” you said. “Because you’re both in this baby’s life. So you’ll have to find a way to work it out.” 
“I’m sorry.” 
“Me too.” 
“Do you want me to stay?” he asked. Six months before, you would have scoffed at the thought that Jeremy wouldn’t be there for the birth of his child. But that was then. 
Everything had changed. You shook your head slowly, watching the color drain from Jeremy’s face. “I’ll call you after,” you whispered. “I just think this is something I have to do alone.” 
His face hardened. “But you’re not going to be alone, are you? Bradshaw will be here.” 
“Don’t be jealous of Bradley.” 
“It’s only fair,” he replied, standing up. “Bradshaw was jealous of me for the last fifteen years. I guess it’s my turn to be jealous.” 
“Jer.” 
He turned from where he stood at the doorway. His eyes roamed over you and you knew he was letting it all sink in. This was the last time he would ever look at you and see you carrying his child inside your womb. “Yeah, baby?” 
“I hope it’s a girl,” you confessed. 
“If she’s just like you, then we’ll be the luckiest parents in the world.” 
***
 “You got this, Ace. You’re doing amazing.” 
Bradley’s hand was being slowly crushed in your death grip. He pushed a few sweaty strands of hair out of your face. “I can’t do it,” you groaned, leaning back against the pillows. “Bowling ball-sized heads are not supposed to come out of your hooha. It’s just physics.” 
He chuckled. “I’m sorry, honey, but I think it’s a little late to turn around.” 
“I feel like I’m shitting out a block of explosives. Now I know what those fucking prisoners at Alcatraz felt like trying to dig their way out with spoons.” 
Bradley smirked at your side as the nurses around your ankles giggled. “At least you’re funny right now.” 
“Well you can be funny or hot and considering I have a baby wedged in my pelvis I would say I’m not exactly Bachelorette material right now.” 
“You’re doing great.” 
You squeezed Bradley’s hand, so tight his mustache twitched, but he didn’t complain. “Promise me something,” you gasped. 
“Anything.” 
“You’ll never leave us.” 
He frowned. “Of course not.” 
“Swear it.” 
“Ace.” He leaned in close, your faces only a few inches apart. “I haven’t stopped thinking of you since the night we met fifteen years ago. That’s not going to change anytime soon.” 
You looked at him. “OK. I’m ready.” 
“It’s time to push.” The doctor at the end of the bed slid on a pair of gloves. “Y/N, give me a big breath and then a push, OK?” 
You bared down, gripping Bradley’s hand. Hard. You had fought for a lot of things in your life.  A spot on the volleyball team in high school. Your MBA program. Your marriage. But this was a fight you had been preparing for. 
The moment the doctor held your screaming, crying daughter into the air, you burst into tears. She was covered in goo and wailing like a banshee and she was the most magnificent thing you had ever laid eyes on. 
They placed her on your chest, eyes scrunched shut, covered in blood and a number of other things but all you could do was stare at her in awe. 
“Would you like to cut the cord?” The doctor held up a pair of medical scissors. Bradley looked at you with wide eyes, waiting for permission. You nodded and he took the silver scissors in his large hands, practically shaking as she showed him how to cut the spongy cord. 
In your arms, your daughter squirmed. She was so impossibly small. And soft. The nurses took her away for a few minutes to run tests and wipe her off, and by the time you had her back in your arms the rest of the staff had cleared out of the room. 
You looked up at Bradley who hadn’t stopped staring at her since the moment she was born. 
“Brad?” He lifted his gaze to you, eyebrows raised. “Would you like to hold her?” 
He looked pale and nervous, but excited as you carefully shifted her into his arms as the two of you sat side-by-side on the hospital bed. She looked even smaller when cradled against Bradley’s chest. He held her tiny feet in one hand, stroking them slowly, her small mouth in a rounded “o” but no sound came out. There was a feeling of content to being in Bradley’s arms. 
You knew it well. 
“She’s perfect,” he whispered. “Have you picked a name?” 
You smiled. “Yes. Carolina. Carol for short.” 
When Bradley looked up, there was a glassy sheen to his brown eyes. You watched as his lips beneath his mustache trembled. “Thank you.” 
“Marry me.” It spilled out of your mouth. 
“Ace.” It was a whisper. Thin and pained. “Honey.” 
You shook your head. “I’m serious. Marry me. It’s always been you, Roo. Even when it wasn’t.” 
“You just had a baby,” he whispered. “You’re emotional and tired and it’s only been two months since the divorce.” 
“I know what I’m saying.” You looked down at your daughter. “She needs you in her life. Just as much as I do.” 
Bradley brushed his thumb along her forehead. “She’s half you. Which means she’s half me, too. You’ve owned a piece of me, Y/N, since the night we met.”
“So marry me.” 
“Don’t you need time to think?” he asked. “Don’t you need to heal? Find yourself? All that crap people talk about. Dye your hair purple. Go to Italy and meet some douchebag and learn how to fly helicopters and sell your house and buy a condo downtown.” 
You smiled at him softly. “You asked me once, on a very important night, if he made me as happy as you make me. And the truth is, Brad, there’s only one other person who makes me as happy as you. And she’s sitting right there against your chest.” As if on cue, Carolina cooed in Bradley’s arms. “All I know is that I wasted fifteen years without ever really having you. I don’t want to waste another minute.”
Gently, Bradley stood, placing your daughter into the bassinet next to the bed. He laid her down gently, hovering over her delicate body, making sure she didn’t fuss, before leaning over you, one large hand pushing back the hair that had fallen into your face. “I’ll marry you today, tomorrow, next year, in fifty years. As long as I know you’re mine.” 
“I’m yours,” you whispered as Bradley inched nearer, his lips grazing yours. “Today. Tomorrow. Forever.” 
His lips sealed around yours. For the first time in your life, you felt whole. 
Note: Special thanks to anyone who read parts 1 and 2 when I posted them last year. I got an itch to write an epilogue to this, hopefully it lives up! xx
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pearlesscentt · 6 months
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of good luck charms and presentations
mark x reader, college!au, fluff, 438 words
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you're not quite sure if the world was spinning, or if it was just your own head.
mark, your boyfriend, had been pacing back and forth in your studio apartment for nearly two hours. all the while, he whispered the contents of his flashcards to himself, with brows furrowed in concentration.
"babe, sit down for a bit, please," you suggested, gently patting the empty spot beside you on the couch. "you need to take a break before you go."
mark asked, "how much time do i have left?" without waiting for a response, his eyes darted to the clock on the wall. "shit, just fifteen minutes before i have to leave."
him and his friends, renjun and jeno, have been working on this presentation tirelessly for the past two weeks. you'd witnessed first hand just how meticulous they had been with the material and how much they have mastered it down to a T. but, knowing mark, you knew he wanted nothing less than perfection.
"hey," you called softly, stepping away from your seat. you approached him, your hand gently cradling his face, coaxing his gaze to meet yours. your heart ached witnessing his exhaustion and anxiety. "you boys will do well, i have no doubts."
"you really think so?" asked mark, his hands settling on your waist.
"i know so," you assured him with a smile.
his grip tightened, drawing you nearer. "i'm just so nervous, you know?" he confessed, his fingers holding you close. "baby, we've been working on this for weeks, and now it all comes down to this."
"i know, my love," you replied, standing on tiptoes to give him a reassuring kiss on the lips. you felt a smile form on his lips.
when you pulled away, something seemed to catch his eye. it was as though a lightbulb moment was happening in front of you. "can i bring him as a good luck charm?" he asked.
you knew exactly what he was referring to — shortcake, your strawberry sonny angel, currently serving as a makeshift paper weight on all of your unfinished readings.
"i thought you didn't like him?" you chuckled.
"i never said i didn't like him, i just thought he was creepy."
"how is that any better?" you teased as you retrieved the toy from your desk and handed it to him. "just make sure you don't lose him, okay?"
"mhm, scout's honor." he said, raising his right hand, like he was making an oath, before he slipped shortcake in his pocket. his hands returned to your waist, pulling you closer. "how about one more kiss? you know, for good luck?"
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gyuvxx · 2 months
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Bro Code. Kim Gyuvin.
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Chapter 25) under the bleachers
written~ 1173 wc
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When yn got to practice, the boys were running warm ups. Gunwook yelled over for her to join them, and she walked up after placing her things down. The team huddled around her, asking how she’d been, Ricky nudging for Gyuvin to step forward a bit. 
Gyuvin joined in their talk, standing a little closer to YN, smiling down at her as she spoke. The team asked YN about her student council stuff. The team picked up on her and gyuvin’s shared glances, their little smirks at each other, and how they subconsciously stayed closer to one another. 
Through their small talk, yn and Gyuvin could tell hanbin wasn’t in a good mood. He looked from one to the other, noticing how the two of them exchanged glances from time to time. Jiwoong called for them to get back to work, and YN went back to the bleachers to get started on her homework. She’d look up fron time to time to watch their drills, waiting for one of their breaks so she could talk to gyuvin. 
About an hour in, with a few breaks between to get some water, she heard Jiwoong call their official break. The team had fifteen minutes to go off and do whatever they needed to do. YN expected Gyuvin to come and talk with her, but after a few minutes there was no sign of him. She got up and went to talk to gunwook, asking about whatever came to mind. 
Soon, she felt a tug on her arm, and turned to see Gyuvin, who looked a little frantic, pulling for her to follow him. She obliged and let him tug her away, doing her best to keep up with his fast pace. When they got out of the gym, she saw Gyuvin scan the area before his eyes landed on something. Someone. He tugged on her again and sped up, telling her to follow. Hanbin was on their trail. 
YN didn’t know why he was following them, all she knew was that she was being dragged along by gyuvin. She picked up her pace to keep up, his hand warm around her wrist as he led her away. 
They’d look behind them a few times, seeing hanbin still following them, a little faster since he realized YN was with gyuvin. Gyuvin looked slightly frantic, yn looked puzzled. 
Gyuvin snagged her around a few corners, eventually ending up behind the bleachers, both of them panting from the run. 
“Wanna explain that?” YN asked, pushing her hair away from her face. 
“Yeah, sorry,” he sighed. “Uh, Hanbin was trying to interrogate me about hanging out with you. Trying to get me to talk, i guess,” He smiled, amused by their little chase. “What did you want to talk about?”
YN smiled. “Hanbin,” She sighed a bit and Gyuvin stood up a little straighter. “He texted me last night saying he didn’t like that we were hanging out. He said you wouldn’t be good for me,” she pursed her lips and Gyuvin frowned. 
“Why?”
“I have no clue,” YN smiled. “He’s an enigma,” she slumped against the wall behind her, looking up at him. 
“That’s just so weird, why would he think that?” Gyuvin furrowed his eyebrows. “I haven’t done anything wrong, have I?” 
“Not that I can think of,” She shrugged back at him. “Maybe he’s just weird about it because he knows both of us,” 
“Yeah but he’s not rizzing either of us up, why should he care?” He asked. 
“I asked him the same thing yesterday,” yn sighed. “It’s frustrating, you know? Just being judged for who I like,” 
“Yeah,” he nodded. “But I can prove him wrong. I’ll show him that he’s wrong, that I am good for you,” he smiled at YN, through his slight nervousness at the thought. “If he’d just give me the chance, i could show him-”
“You don’t need to prove anything,” YN interjected, putting her hand on his arm. “What Hanbin thinks doesn’t really matter to me. And it shouldn’t matter to you. I like you regardless of Hanbin’s opinions on it,” 
Gyuvin felt himself smile. “Cool,” he sighed a little and relaxed upon his words. “Then, that’s all that matters to me,” 
The two just smiled at each other for a minute, taking each other in as the muffled noise from the gym around them got louder. Unspoken words filled the air between them, as both of them realized how close they were to one another. 
Their silence was broken when Gyuvin spoke her name, his hand moving up to tuck her hair back a bit. “YN, I… I really like you,” he told her, his voice soft as his fingers played with the hair he’d tucked away. “You make me feel… good,” his words fell short as he looked at her. “You make me feel happy- i look forward to being able to see you, I love being around you, I-” he stopped his ramble and sighed. “I just need you to know that,” he smiled a little, his other hand finding hers and squeezing it lightly. 
YN smiled, looking down at the ground. “I like being with you too,” she looked up at him, a little sparkle in her eyes as she looked at him. “The feeling’s mutual,” her smile made his heart warm, his hand absentmindedly staying close to her, still fiddling with her hair. 
The two looked at each other, reaffirming their feelings that had only grown through the weeks. Neither of them wanted to go back to whatever they were before, awkward conversations, friendly jokes, and stares across rooms were not what YN and Gyuvin wanted. 
And Gyuvin knew what he wanted. 
He stood up a little straighter, the hand resting in her hair laying gently on the back of her head. He looked at her, and sighed out whatever hesitancy he could push out of his system. 
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, voice quiet, eyes flickering down to her lips, then back up to her pretty eyes. 
There was silence, the question surrounding them as they stood. And even in the silence, YN nodded her head.
He leaned down slowly, squeezing her hand as she stood on her tiptoes a bit to meet him halfway. YN’s eyes closed as she felt them getting closer, soon feeling his soft lips against her own. She took in a soft gasp, letting herself relax and bringing her hand up to rest on his cheek as they continued. Gyuvin moved his hand from hers, and wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close, not breaking the kiss- as if he’d wake up from a dream the moment he let her go. 
Outside on the court, The other teammates were hollering for Gyuvin, their break had ended a few minutes prior, and they needed their point guard to continue with their drills. Luckily for Gyuvin, when he got back, there was no suspicion he had just spent a good five minutes kissing Hanbin’s little sister. 
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