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#the boys just gather together at weekend
miniwheat77 · 11 months
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Smash. (dbf!Captain Price x Virgin!Reader.)
!CW! NSFW, Smut, heeeeeefty age gap (reader is 21, Price is 47), teasing, daddy kink, rough sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mutual pining, this is filthy age gap Smut and you’ve been warned. (Sorry if I missed any.)
Summary: Captain Price is your dads best friend and you’ve been crushing on him since you were a little girl.
I know this isn’t a request but I’m procrastinating :)
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“Oh come on sweet pea, you haven’t been home for a family barbecue in three years now!” Your dad begs you on the phone. You’ve been off at college for three whole years. You haven’t made too much time to come visit, but there’s a reason for that.
Your step mom.
She’s awful. Uses your dad for his money, cheats on him constantly. At this point, you think she’s just a cover for something. You sigh, taking a deep breath. “Alright. Fine. But you better keep your hound on a leash.” You groan. “Hey. Be nice Y/N.” He rolls his eyes on the other end of the phone. “She doesn’t show her teeth, I don’t bite.” You smile cheekily. He can’t see it, but he can hear it. “Oh lord. What I would do without you.” He laughs. “Live a happy, stress free life.” You giggle. He laughs on the other end. “I’ll see you on Saturday sweet pea. Don’t forget, we had a pool put in since you last came, don’t forget your bathing suit!” He smiles. “Alright dad, I’ll be there. Love you, bye.” You laugh as you hang up the phone.
“That girl, gonna be the death of me.” Your dad smiles as he hangs up the phone. He’s sitting at a table with his best friend of twenty plus years, Captain John Price. “Is that Y/N?” He smiles. “Yeah. I’ve been trying to get her to come home for the barbecue this weekend. Finally got her to agree.” He laughs. John nods his head, taking a drink of his beer. “Haven’t seen that girl in ages.” He smiles. “You’ll see her this Saturday. She’s been nothing but a pain in my ass for these last few years. Since she was 17, I think.” He laughs. “How so? I don’t have any kids so I don’t really know how they work.” John laughs. “Oh boy. She’s just a young woman. Moody, bossy. The girl has been boy crazy since she was 15.” He laughs. Placing a hand over his face. “Absolutely hates her step mom. Every time they’re both in the same room together I just want to strangle them both.” He rolls his eyes, tipping his beer up. “Although these last couple years she’s been super wild. Going out drinking, getting herself into trouble. I’ve seen more than 2 boys on her stupid Instagram she doesn’t know that I know about.” He sighs. John nods. “You think you were maybe too strict with her?” He asks. “Probably. But you live and you learn I guess.” He laughs. John finishes lthe rest of his beer.
You turn the wheel toward the parking lot of your apartment complex. It’s only about 30 minutes away from where your dad is, but you’ve been busy with school. Your car comes to a halt as you climb out, gathering all of your items and heading upstairs to your room. You pick up your phone, dialing your best friends number. “Hey.” You smile. “Hey Y/N, what’s up?” She asks. “You know how I’ve told you about the family barbecue’s I’ve had in the past?” You say. “Oh. You mean the one day a year you spend ogling at your dads best friend that I’ve heard alllll about?” She chuckles, making you blush. “Yeah, my dad convinced me to go and they installed a pool last year. So.. we need to go bathing suit shopping.” You mumble. “Is this finally the year?” She smirks. “Hopefully. You should come with me, get a good look at him.” You smile. “Alright. I’m down. I’ll come get you in 20 for the mall.” You smile. “Okay.” After saying your goodbye’s, you hang up.
When she arrives, you gather up everything you need, walking down the old metal stairs to your apartment. Feeling them buckle underneath you slightly, yeah the apartment you lived in wasn’t too up to date. But it was nice.
Your dad was really strict, and this time you’d spent away at college had been the most fun you’ve ever had. He wasn’t monitoring your every move, couldn’t tell you what to do 24/7, and you could come and go anytime you wanted. No curfew. Maybe it had to do with your dad being a retired military man. But he was strict and sometimes he could get a little mean. Everyone knew it, and nobody was surprised when you left. You open the door to her car, sitting down and closing the door after you pull your leg in. You put your seatbelt on and start talking about anything random as she pulls out of your apartment complex to head toward the mall. The drive is pretty short, it passes by incredibly quick because of the small talk you’re making. She pulls into the parking lot and the both of you make your way inside to your favorite stores.
When you finish shopping, you make your way into the food court, choosing what you want to eat. Eventually, the both of you are just sitting down at a small table. Listening to everyone else talking around you.
“So what’s so special about this guy anyways Hm? How old is he?” You blush at her question. “Oh god. How old is he?!” She laughs. “47.” You mumble. “Jesus! He’s older than your dad!” She laughs. “Yeah I know. And.. I don’t know. Ever since I was old enough to understand what a crush was, it was always him.” You shrug. She smiles. “Even still?” She asks. “Yeah. I’ve had one boyfriend that lasted like 2 months. That’s it.” You smirk. Taking a bite of your food. She smiles. “Because you’ve been so in love with this guy? Shit. You were legal 3 years ago, why didn’t you try sooner?” She asks. “When I was 18 I got into a big fight with my dad and I haven’t been home since.” You laugh. She nods her head. “Gotcha.”
“Also not to mention he’s a Captain in the Military.” You laugh. Her eyes widen. “Damn. I don’t know him but I’m in love with him too.” She laughs. “You will be.” You roll your eyes with a laugh.
The day of the Barbecue approached fast, and your best friend canceled on you because she was sick. You were driving alone, nervous. Anxious to see John again. Your stomach was curled up, waves of nervousness shooting through you. You hadn’t gotten over these feelings that you’d had for him for a long time, you thought you would. But now? You were convinced they’d never go away. At this point you knew it was more than just a dumb crush, but admitting that meant defeat and you wouldn’t yet. You wouldn’t cave just yet. As a little girl you dreamt of him day and night. Never boys your age, not even in high school when you hit puberty and had a crush on everyone. Nobody stuck. Nobody but John. Your dads best friend who was completely out of your reach.
You pulled into the driveway and noticed cars already in the driveway, pulling up as close to the car in front of you as possible. You hop out, deep breath leaving your lips as you start for the backyard where you could hear everyone. You open the gate, the loud creak that it makes gives away your arrival and all eyes are on you. There’s nothing but silence for a minute until your dad hollers that you’re here. He rushes over and gives you a hug and a lot of the already tipsy women start commenting on how much you’ve grown up, how you’re a woman now and not just a kid. When you’re done being bombarded by everyone, you spot John sitting in a lawn chair, beer in his hand. “Come on sweetheart. I’ll show you what we got to drink.” Your dad smiles. You dig through the cooler and end up grabbing a beer. You’d need the liquid courage to get you through this entire day. You followed your dad over to where he’s sitting and smile at John. “Hey Kiddo.” John smiles. “Hey John. How are you?” You smile. “I’m good. You?”
“Good. Just going to school.” You blush. He’s so perfect. So fucking attractive. You just want to jump him right in front of everyone here. You talk a little more with him before your dad calls him away from you to talk about something else with the grill.
You get caught up in conversation with a few other women there, avoiding your step-mom like she’s the plague.
A sigh leaves your lips. You’re sitting at a table inside, drinking a beer. You’ve had a little too much to drink, feeling a little tipsy. Everyone is already passed out or gone home. Tonight did not go the way you wanted it to go. You wanted to talk to John more. Wanted so badly to get to know him more. You’ve pretty much given up on it. Sure he’s probably already gone home for the night. You hear the sliding glass door open and your step-mom walks in. “Y/N. Will you please go keep John company? Your dad is drunk and I need to take him to bed.” You nod your head. Those are the first words she’s spoken to you all day. You stand up, going out to the back yard. There’s an older woman, her husband, and John left. “Hey sweetheart.” She smiles. “Hey.” You smile. You sit on the edge of the pool with your feet in the water. John is in the pool and she’s laying on the concrete. “Howcome you’re here all alone sweets?” He asks. “Oh.. I don’t know. I invited a friend to come but she wasn’t feeling too good.” You explain. She nods. “You don’t gotta boyfriend?” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Oh god no.” You laugh. She looks at you. “Why’s that?”
“I’m surrounded by college guys, not exactly a fan.” You smile. John is listening, intrigued. “Your dad keeps talking about the boys on your secret Instagram.” She smiles. “Secret?” You smile. “I don’t have a secret Instagram.” You laugh. “Oh, he talks about it.” She smiles. You look confused. “Weird. The only guys I have on there are friends.” You laugh. “Just friends?” You nod your head. “Yeah. I need to take down those pictures down actually.” You laugh. “Why’s that?” She smiles. “They always pretend to be my friends and than they get weird. Catch feelings or something.” You laugh. “It’s cause you’re a real pretty girl. They probably just want a piece.” She smiles. “It’s always after they find out I���m a Virgin.” You mumble. John almost chokes on his bourbon that he has, eyes widening. His body is rigid. She laughs. “Wow. That’s actually kind’ve impressive.” She smiles.
After talking a little more, she drags her husband home. Leaving you and John alone. Something that makes your stomach flutter. “The advice she was giving you. Don’t take it.” He mumbles. “Hm?” You look up at him. “She.. is a little..” he waves his finger by his ear. You giggle. He notices the way you react to him. “You’re a real pretty girl you know? Don’t rush into anything. Find a guy who will treat you right.” He nods. You nod your head. You pull your shirt off, sliding into the water. You give him a good view of your bathing suit. “Can I ask you for some advice?” You bite your bottom lip. He nods his head. “Yeah, Cmere.” He nods his head. You swim closer to him, leaning up against the wall where he’s sitting. “What’s up?” He asks. You sigh. “Do you think I’m immature?” You ask. He narrows his eyes. “No. I don’t think so at all. I think you’re actually pretty mature for your age.” He smiles. You nod your head. “Why?” He asks. “Well.. I like this guy but.. he’s quite a bit older than me.” You blush. “How much older?” He asks.
“I don’t know if I should say..” you blush. “No older than your dad I hope.” He chuckles. You look down, crimson creeping up your cheeks. His eyes widen and he coughs on his liquor. “Jesus- how much older?” He asks, wiping his face. “Few years..” you mumble. “Older than me?” He asks. “Around the same age I think.” You breathe. “Just… don’t tell my dad on me, please?” You bite your lip nervously. He laughs, looking down. “What the hell do you want with a guy my age anyways? Do I know him?” He asks. You blush, looking down. “Yeah. Pretty well actually. I’ve liked him for a while.” You breathe. He laughs. “Jesus Christ.” He breathes. He runs a hand over his facial hair, seeing the way that the water drips off of him has you clenching your thighs together. “You have any advice?” You say nervously. He looks down. “Don’t go for it.” He laughs. “Hm?” You say. “Men my age will only take advantage of you.” You’ve moved closer and closer to him. “Would you take advantage of me?” You swallow hard, looking up at him. The way you look up at him is far from innocent. “I-“ he freezes. “John?” You whisper. “Yeah?”
You swallow hard. “Would you?” You breathe. He looks down. You’ve crept even closer to him, and when you’re right in front of him, he’s losing his mind. You breathe. His eyes widen and he’s silent for a minute. He sets his glass down, reaching his hands out and grasping your hips. He pins you to the concrete wall of the pool, hand resting on your throat. “You’re a good girl. Such a good girl, you don’t need to be with a guy my age.” He breathes. You whimper, tilting your head back. The way that you react to him shows him more than he needs. He moves his hips closer to yours and you clutch his sides for dear life, whimpering out when he ruts his hips into yours. He spins you around, until you’re leant over the pool wall. Crying out when he tugs on your hair. “Who is it darlin?” He breathes. “Because the way you’re reacting to me…” he trails offs. You’re panting out, he’d thrown you for a curveball. Sending you straight into a daze. “Use your words love.” He growls. The feel of his hips pressing into you, his hands on you. “It’s you- since I was a kid-“ you pant. Your eyes are watering, wanting so badly for his hands to be on you. Just as his fingertips graze over your bathing suit between your legs, breath hitching in your throat, he pulls away. “Look at me.” He helps spin you around. “As bad as I want to… Your dad is my best friend.” He breathes. You nod your head, as bad as it hurts you, you understand. You’re still breathing hard, as he creates a few more inches of distance, reaching out to run his finger along your bottom lip, loving the way you react to him, parting your lips even more. Closing your eyes and tilting your head back just slightly. It’s a small gesture but it doesn’t go unnoticed by him. You swipe your tongue over his thumb. The taste of his skin is amazing, even when it’s mixed with chlorine.
He bites his lip, pulling his hand away. “Such a good girl f’me.” He breathes. It’s quiet, you almost miss it. When he says it, your body lights on fire. Having him touch you, his hands on you. It’s almost too much for you to handle. When you finally pull yourself out of the trance like state he’d put you in, he’s moved a couple feet away from you. Which is perfect timing. Your step mom makes her way out of the back door, sending John a smile. “Y/N, I think it’s time for you to go.” You narrow your eyes at her. “What?” You ask. “It’s nearing nine, you need to head on home.” She crosses her arms. “Uh.. I think she’s been drinking.” John looks at you. “That’s not my problem, she’s not welcome to stay here. Our guest bedroom is my office now anyways.” You roll your eyes and John can see the attitude on your face as you look up at her. “Have a good night John.” She smiles at him. “Remember, the couch is always open.” John expects you to be a little more upset than you are. But you aren’t. You step out of the pool mumbling out a “fucking bitch.” Under your breath. John smiles at your aggression. “I can give you a ride home?” John asks. “I’m sure I’ll be fine John, besides, I think you’ve had more to drink than me.” You laugh, wrapping a towel around you. He smiles, climbing out of the pool. His body is soaked, drips of water sliding down his chest. You want to drool at the sight of him. sliding a t-shirt on. His cargo shorts were soaked but he didn’t care. “Honey, I’ve got twenty plus years of drinking on you.” He laughs. “Takes a lot to get me drunk.” You smile. John is about to offer again, the door opens. This time it’s your dad. “Hey. I didn’t know you guys were still here.” He smiles. “Yeah. I would’ve stayed longer but Y/N caught the wrath of your wife.” John raises his eyebrows at him. “What do you mean?”
“Told Y/N she wasn’t welcome to stay.”
Your dad looks down at his feet. Glancing back at the door. “She’s just.. in her own space. You know? You understand, right Y/N?” He says. Your lips part slightly. “Cmon Y/N. You can stay at my house.” John nods his head. You send your dad a death glare, following after John. “Oh and uh.. it’s not really my place, but letting your daughter who’s been drinking drive home on her own and choosing a woman over your own kid.. dick move.” John shakes his head at him, sliding his hand over your lower back and walking through the wooden gate with you.
He walks you out to a large truck in the driveway, it’s brand new, shiny black with leather seats. He opens the door for you, helping you up inside. He rests his hand on your thigh until you’re settled, closing the door once you’re inside. He makes his way around the front, opening up his side and climbing in. He starts it, backing up out of the driveway. The way his hands grip around the steering wheel, veins popping out on his hands. He’s sexy, it’s hard to ignore. You bite your lip, clenching your eyes shut. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to ignore the throbbing between them. John feels bad. He’s upset by the fact that your own dad treats you that way, and allows his wife to treat you like that. What bothers him the most? Is how unbothered you are by it. How you seem so used to it, you don’t even care anymore. “You don’t deserve that, you know?” He mumbles. He reaches his hand across the center console, resting his hand on your bare thigh. His hand is warm against your cold skin, and for once in your life, you could give that stupid bitch a hug for doing what she did. She got you alone with John Price. The guy you’ve been crushing on since you were a kid. “I know, but it’s normal to me. You see why I haven’t showed up for any gatherings?” You smile. He nods his head. “Yeah, definitely. I had a lot of respect for your dad until tonight, can’t believe that.” He rolls his eyes. “Like your little attitude you threw, bet you’ve got more fire in you than that.” A giggle leaves your lips, and he smiles at it. “Oh yeah. She’s brought out the absolute worst in me.” You smile. He gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze, not missing the way that you slide down into the seat unintentionally. Your body was begging for his touch, wanting his his hand to creep up just a little bit higher.
John pulls into his driveway, quickly climbing out and making his way around the truck to your side. “Sorry, haven’t got the running boards for it yet. They’re on back order.” He explains. “That’s okay, I can jump.” You giggle. John helps you down from the seat, fingertips lingering a little longer than they should on your hips. John feels his phone vibrate in his hand, ignoring it as he leads you up to the front door. When you step inside, you smile. He’s got a very nice house. “Wow. It’s really pretty in here.” You smile. “Pretty?” He laughs. “Yeah, pretty. I like it.” He passes you a hoodie he’d been wearing earlier that morning. Assuming you had no other clothes to sleep in. You thank him, and he shows you to the bathroom so that you can change. He changes too, finishing before you. He sits down on his couch, finally taking a moment to look at his phone. It’s a message from your dad.
I don’t appreciate what you said about what happened today. Involving yourself in our business. What happens between my family is to stay within my family.
John thinks for a while about a reply. But eventually decides to just leave it alone and ignore him. He’s pissed off. You don’t deserve it. This was an entire new side of your dad that he’d never seen before. A side John didn’t like at all, it really made him want to re-evaluate his entire friendship. He no longer had the same respect for the man he did originally. The best thing about him was his daughter. You. John thinks for a minute. Running his fingers over his facial hair. You come back from the bathroom, wearing only his sweatshirt. As you pass by him, he stops you, grasping onto your knee and pulling you in front of him. “John…” you mumble. “What are you doing?” You mumble. “Just.. admiring you sweetheart.” He looks up at you, pulling you into him. Looking at you. You look down at him, biting your lip nervously. He grasps your thighs, tugging you further. You straddle his hips and his fingers slide up your bare thighs. Sliding slightly under the sweatshirt. He expects to feel panties, or your bathing suit, but his eyes widen when he feels nothing. He brings his hand between your legs. “I thought..” you pant, clutching onto his shoulder. “I thought you said you-“ he cuts you off when his fingertips touch your opening for the first time, the first time you’d ever been touched by a man. A gasp leaves your lips and you’re soaking wet. Coating his fingers when he’s barely even touched you. You like him more than he thought. “Yeah, maybe what your dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He smirks. “You’re so wet for me sweetheart.” He rubs gentle circles over your clit, making you moan out, rocking your hips into his touch.
“John?” You mewl. He looks at you, a smile on his face. “Yeah?”
“Will you have sex with me?” You whimper. He swallows hard. “But you’re a virgin sweet girl.” You nod your head. “I know- but I’ve saved it for you.” You breathe out. “I only want you John. I want you to take it.” You rock your hips into his hand more, body shaking at the intensity of him touching you. Your skin is hot against him. “Are you sure?” He asks. You nod your head eagerly. He bites his lip. He wraps his hands around your waist, lifting you up. He walks down the hallway to his bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot and laying you down on his bed. “I don’t have condoms or anything.” He breathes. “It’s okay.” You breathe. “I want to feel all of you.” You breathe. Your desperation is turning him on. Nobody has ever shown him anything like this. John hasn’t been with a woman since he was in his mid twenties, and he gave up on relationships and women. Trashed the idea completely. But you.. you came into the picture. Pretty black bathing suit. Smooth skin, innocent eyes that helped conceal such a dirty little secret. So young and pretty, and you wanted him. You were desperate for him. Begging him to take your virginity even. John’s breathing is a little sporadic, he’s nervous too. It’s been so long. He doesn’t even really remember sex. You make him feel young again, and he’s a little worried he might ruin this.
He keeps touching you. Kissing and biting at your skin, running his fingers over your opening and eventually sliding them into your slick hole. Sliding them in and out of you, scissoring them until you’re squirming, begging him for more. The way you say his name. Caught somewhere between a moan and a mewl, it kicks his body into overdrive. His cock is rock hard, throbbing against his leg. Something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Nothing ever really got to John anymore. Not until now. “Do you think you’re ready for me, princess?” He smiles down at you. You’re completely naked now, tits on full display for him to tease. He’s been toying with them for a while, sucking and swirling his tongue around them. You’re soaked, body begging for him. You nod your head eagerly. He pumps his cock, using your wetness to help lubricate himself. He lines himself up with your entrance and you keep your legs spread for him. He watches you for any discomfort or any signs that you’re going to stop him, but you don’t. You hold your legs open, biting your lip. Excited that he’s going to take your virginity. Your pussy is wet enough, he doesn’t have to stretch you too much. You feel slight pinching as he inches deeper and deeper into you, but a moan leaves your lips when he bottoms out. Your hands jumping to clutch at his bed sheets. “Are you okay?” You nod your head. “Yes- yes!” You whimper. “I feel so full.” You whimper. Your eyes are watering slightly and it hurts more than you want to admit, he can tell. But you’re so excited to be having sex with him, those fantasies you’ve been having for so many years finally coming true, and they’re so much better than you ever thought they’d be. He rocks his hips back and fourth, hearing you cry out as he does. He smirks. Hoping you don’t notice how much he’s enjoying seeing you such a mess.
You’re crying after a few thrusts, tears streaming down your face at the overstimulation you feel. It only took you a few minutes to cum for the first time, his thumb moving back and fourth against your clit until you started crying, and he finally let go. Him giving your body what you had so desperately wanted, for so long. Your body gave into him right away, tightening around him and soaking his cock. He bites his lip, thrusting into you still. “So pretty..” he smirks. “That’s it.. cry for me sweet girl.” He bites his lip, thrusting a bit harder than he had before. Another sob leaves your lips, your body shaking. “I’m gonna cum again!” You cry. He leans down into you. “Look at me sweetheart.” He breathes. You look up at him. “Watch me when you cum.” You lazily nod your head, eyes watery. Your tears are shiny in the moonlight dipping through the curtains and his lower stomach is clenching up tight. Knot wound up in his stomach. A cry leaves your lips, your fingers gripping onto the sheets tightly as you cum again, this time, he groans out. Hips stuttering to a stop as he finishes inside of you. The feeling of you clenching down around him is too much. And he rests his head on your chest. You run your hands through his hair, something you had dreamt about doing for so long. He’s panting, coming down from his high. “Fuck.. did so good for me sweetheart.” He breathes. He collapses on top of you with a groan. Once he relaxes, he slides out of you with a gasp. He lays next to you, holding onto your hand. You’re panting hard. He stares up at the ceiling, in shock. He just took your virginity, his best friends daughter.
He took it, your virginity.
He blushes hard as he stares up, still in shock. No woman has shown John any attention in years, how lucky is he that a woman as pretty as you likes him? Let him touch you even. He sits up, getting up to clean himself up. He takes a deep breath, drinking the sight of you in. You look so pretty in his bed. When he finishes cleaning up, he cleans you up the best he can. He slides his hoodie onto you, trying not to wake you up. He lays down, pulling a blanket over the both of you, pulling you into him. Your hair smells amazing and he breathes out, feeling an ache in his chest. Just as he’s about to fall asleep, he wonders. What happens if he falls in love with you?
The next morning, you wake up to his side of the bed being empty. You sit up, groaning as the muscles in your legs and lower stomach burn. He really did a number on you last night. You rub your eyes tiredly, taking a deep breath. Your cheeks are burning, the thoughts from last night running through your head. You’re going to have to face him again, see him. The man who took your virginity. The man who you’ve had feelings for forever, that you could no longer hide. Just as you’re about to stand up, John walks in. He’s holding a glass of water. “Here.” He smiles, passing it to you. He holds his other hand out, he’s holding something. You open your hand and he places medicine in it. “I know you’re probably sore, baby.” He runs his hand up your thigh. You take the medicine, drinking some of the water. When you’re finished, he takes it from your hand and sets it down. “There’s coffee in the kitchen too. I made it.” You smile. You go to stand up, but your knees buckle underneath you. He catches you before you topple to the ground, a gasp leaving your lips. You can feel his warmth from the night before spilling out of you.
“What? Are you okay?” He asks. “I.. yeah. Just..” you look down. He swallows hard when he sees it. “I tried to clean you up the best I could…” he mumbles. “Fuck that’s so hot baby.. I need to walk away.” He laughs. You look up at him, seeing he’s turned his head. “You don’t have to..” you mumble. He looks at you, eyebrows raised. “You.. want me to fuck you again?” He blushes, trying to hide it. You cover your face with the sleeve of his hoodie, blushing. He smiles, reaching forward and pulling it away from you face. “All you had to do was ask baby.” He smiles, reaching for the buckle on his belt. He’s already dressed. You’re blushing hard, avoiding eye contact. He chuckles at you. “Blush for me princess, makes you so cute.” He leans down, his nose nudging against yours. He grasps your thighs and slides you to the edge of the bed, pushing his jeans down his legs enough to where he can get closer to you. When he slides in, you gasp. It feels much more intense than the night before. He tilts his head back, swallowing hard. His adams apple bobs and you blush even harder, moaning as he rocks his hips into yours. You’re still covering your face with the sleeve and he grasps both of your hands, leaning over you to pin them above your head. “Don’t hide that pretty face from me..” he moans. “You’re so fucking pretty baby, such a pretty girl.” He gasps. Hips rocking into yours. He’s trying not to be too rough, he knows you’re sore. Your hair sprawled out on his bed, it’s something he wants to see forever. He knows you’re young and as selfish as it’d be of him. He needs to make you his. No matter what it takes.
The cup of coffee in your hand is heavenly, he was a master at making coffee. The seat in his truck is warming up, and you’re comfortable as he drives to your dads house. When he pulls up, you look confused. “Where is my car?” You ask. John shrugs. “Don’t know. That’s weird.” Your growl. Opening the door to his truck. “That fucking bitch.” You mumble. John grasps hold of the column shifter, throws his truck in park and gets out, following after you to the front door. He holds back a smirk when he sees you walking with a slight limp, legs still shaky. So bold yet so weak for him. You knock on the door and tilt one of your hips out, resting your hand on it. He likes it. Angry mom behavior.
Your dad and Step-mom answer the door, giving you a surprised look. “Hey Y/N.” Your dad smiles. “Where is my car?” You ask. He looks at your step-mom. “I thought you said she came and got it earlier?” He asks. She pouts. “I’m sorry, it was in my way so I had it towed.” He laughs. “Oh that’s okay sweetheart. I’m sure she’ll understand.” You’re fuming and John can see it. “No, it’s not fucking okay. Are you kidding me?” You’re seething. “Watch your mouth young lady.” Your dad warns. “Or else what? Huh? What the fuck do you have in mind exactly? Kick me out? Say I’m not welcome? Pick your stupid whore of a wife over me? Oh wait.” You roll your eyes. “You’re paying for these goddamn fees.” You point a finger at her. “Hey, Y/N. It’s okay. I can give you a ride home for now.” John reaches out to grasp your arm. “John..” you groan. “It’s not your responsibility.” You mumble. “It’s my fault for trusting my car over night with a lying, cheating, skank, whore roaming around.” You growl, taking a step toward her. John steps forward, pulling you back. “Come on, I’ll take you home Y/N.” John tries to tug you away but you don’t budge. “She’s a big girl John. Let her fight her own battles.” Your dad looks at him. John crosses his arms, looking unimpressed. “Yeah, I wouldn’t let her fight this one. She looks like she’s about to tear your wife’s face off.” John looks at him. “This is none of your business.”
“Y/N is my business now.”
Your dad looks at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks. John can see the little devil in your eyes. “You let your daughter go home with a man twice her age, what do you think that means, hm?” You smirk. His eyes move back and fourth between you and John. He shakes his head. “John wouldn’t do that. He respects me too much.”
“No, I don’t respect you at all after last night and today. You treat your own daughter like shit.”
Your dad looks at him. “Yeah but that doesn’t mean that you’d..” the smirk on your lips. The hint of mischief in John’s eyes. “You slept with my daughter?” Your dad is fuming. John swipes his hand off on his jeans. “Yeah. I fucked her. Took her virginity actually. Made her cum all over my cock. And you know what my favorite thing is actually?” He pauses. “When I fuck her again, tonight. I’m gonna make her call me daddy too.” Your dad is still fuming. “You mother-“ your step mom stops him. “It’s okay, just forget about her.” She mumbles. “Cmon John.” You grasp his arm, finally pulling him away. You both get into his truck.
John drives for a minute, pulling off of the road onto a back road, where nobody can see anything. You’re silent for the whole ride, and after he parks, you finally take a deep breath. “Holy fuck I can’t believe that.” You say, eyes wide. “Yeah I know.. I took it too far I shouldn’t have said that.” He sighs. “Are you serious?” You look at him. A laugh leaving your lips. “We finally put them in their place.” You laugh. “What you said? Was so fucking hot.” You say, still in shock. John laughs. You look at him, moving over the center console to straddle his hips, smashing your lips to his. He grasps your hips. You rock your hips into his, desperate for his cock again. He shoves his foot into the metal pedal, his seat sliding all of the way back with a cranking noise. He’s kissing you back with just as much force as you’re kissing him with, his hand grasping on your shirt and squeezing you into him as tight as he can. You have your hands wrapped around his neck, and he pushes your shorts down your legs, the ones you had on the day before. He unzips his jeans, pulling his cock through the hole. You hover over him, sinking down onto him with a moan. His mouth muffles it. When you pull away, rocking your hips into him, he relaxes. Letting the pleasure take over. “Oh fuck yeah baby-“ he gasps. You’re bouncing your hips into him faster, leaning in to kiss him as hard as you did before. He’s moaning into your lips, thinking about how dirty this is. However he got himself in this situation, he’s happy. You make him feel young again, so fucking crazy. You pull away, resting your forehead against his. Panting hard as you keep a steady pace. You moan out. Tilting your head back. “Fuck-“ he reaches down, rubbing his thumb over your clit. “Say it.” He mumbles. “Hm?” You ask. “Say it.” He pants. His hand connects with your bare ass in a harsh slap. “Say what I want you to say baby..” he smirks. You blush hard, “Daddy…” you pant. He bites his lip. Tilting his head into the seat behind him. “Fuuuck.. that’s so fucking hot princess.” He groans. You lean into him again. And he looks at you. “Fuck.. I love you.” He breathes. Chest heaving. His eyes widen after he says it, he doesn’t mean to. You kiss him again, steadily rocking your hips into him.
He’s right at his peak, and he knows you are too. “I love you too.” You say it when you pull away and the sparks that shoot through him, it’s too much. He’s right there, so close. He starts to lift his hips up into you, groaning out. “Oh fuck- Daddy!” You cry out. “Yes baby, I know you’re so close. Cum for me.” He breathes. “Cum on my dick again baby-“ he’s breathing so hard, it feels so good. He feels like he’s about to pass out. “Daddy- yes! So close. So so close.” He tears a cry from your throat as you reach your high, eyes shutting tightly and he moans out, jumping back as your pussy milks his cock of everything he has to give you. Flinching as you rock your hips into him once for good measure. You rest your head on his chest, and he runs a soothing hand over your back. The both of you still breathing so hard.
He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you close to him. “Hey, look at me.” He mumbles. You lift your head, eyes drowsy. “Do you mean it?” He asks. “What?” You ask. “Do you love me?”
You blush, looking down. “John.. I’ve been in love with you. For years.” You mumble. “You’re sure it’s no crush?” He asks. “No, it’s no crush. I’m in love with you, John. Have been.” You mumble. He pushes your hair behind your ear. “I love you too. And I can take care of you baby. You can come live with me, I’ll make sure you have everything you need.” He breathes. You smile. “John, I can’t leach off of you like that. It’s no fair.” He rolls his eyes, lifting his hips to adjust himself, earning a gasp from you. “Leach? No. I want to take care of you baby. You’re a princess, you deserve nice things. You deserve to be treated with respect. Let me take care of you. Help you get through school.” He smiles. You blush, kissing him again. “I’ll help you get your car back, we can start moving your things this weekend. I want you. Forever. And I’ll never ever let anyone come between you and I. Not ever. I’ll never treat you the way everyone else does.” He holds your head against his. “Promise?” You raise your pinky up and he takes it with a smile. “I promise. Now Cmon.” You smile. “Okay, Daddy.” You smirk. He swats your ass playfully making you jump into him. “Ah!” You giggle, sliding off of him. He groans out as you do. You slide your shorts back on, climbing off of him and back into his passenger seat.
How you went from a shitty family barbecue to this? You’ll never understand.
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hs-is-loml · 4 months
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You Know This. (cl16)
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Pairing: Charles Leclerc x best friend!Reader
Summary: moments of charles and reader throughout the years that show they are so obviously meant for each other so carlos gives them a small push. (they are basically together but without the title...)
Warnings: mentions of Jules and Hervé so little angst but the majority is fluff! one kiss? lando swears. cute couple moments of two idiots UNEDITED
a/n: almost forgot how to write compared to the social media AUs i've been doing... hope you enjoy :)
all translations of french below
Chérie = darling
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19 years old
You stared out the window overlooking the streets of Baku until you heard a sigh from across the room.
“I’m so tired. Is it even worth going through this weekend?” Charles admitted as you looked over to him running his hands over his face while he took a seat on the edge of the hotel bed. “I don’t know if I’ll make it through.”
“No one will blame you if you don’t,” you said walking over to stand in front of him. 
“That’s what they all expect isn’t it?” 
“You’re doing more than enough just being here,” you brought your hands to his face and gently rubbed your thumb along his jaw. 
“I miss him, Y/n. How am I supposed to continue without him?” he whispered while he wrapped his arms around your frame and pulled you closer to lean his head against your stomach. 
You could tell that he had finally reached a breaking point from holding out on his own emotions as he helped everyone in the family with theirs. You knew that he was staying strong for Pascale and Arthur while Lorenzo was handling everything for Hervé’s funeral. When he asked you to accompany him for this race, you said yes without any doubts crossing your mind.   
You soon feel his shoulders shake as he lets out soft sobs. “You continue for him. Just like you have done for Jules, they’re going to watch your legacy grow together. One day you’ll be driving in that red car placing poles and winning races. You will make it through this,” you played with the hair at the nape of his neck as you reassured him.
You were aware that he had told Hervé a few weeks ago that he had signed with Ferrari already. In the past few years, it had always been the goal. Everyone understood how crucial it was for him to make that come true.
“You can’t be sure of that.”
“I know, but I believe in you. We all do. It’s only a matter of time.”
“What would I do without you?” he lifted up his head to look at you.
“Well, it’s a good thing I never plan on leaving you,” you leaned down to press a gentle kiss on the crown of his head. 
"I'll never let you go."
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20 years old
You were talking with Andrea and Lorenzo near the Alfa Romeo motorhome while you all waited for Charles to finish with media day. “How do you think he’s doing with the news?” you anxiously looked around in the hope of seeing him heading your way. “The media has gone wild when the contact got out that he signed with Ferrari.”
“Probably basking in the attention,” Lorenzo laughed. “You know how long he’s waited for this.”
“That boy never fails to catch the camera either,” Andrea added while you covered your mouth with your hand trying to stifle your laugh when you realized that Charles was finally done for the day. 
Charles came to your side snaking an arm around your waist and teasingly poked you, “What are you three laughing about you?” 
“You,” all of you replied, causing him to gasp in fake annoyance. 
“I know ma chérie would never do such a thing,” he shook his head at the two men. “Enzo, look how bad of an influence you are.” Which was Andrea’s queue to quietly leave before he was targeted by the young driver too. He took Lorenzo along with him as the older brother gaped at the accusation. 
You both started to head to his driver’s room to gather his things before driving back to the hotel. “How was it?” you asked him while you took out his phone from your purse.
“A lot. It feels like it’s never ending and everyone keeps congratulating,” he smiled and reached out for the phone. 
“I’ve only heard of all the good things so far,” you tell him and hand the phone back to him. 
You had begun to look for your jacket, and it was almost as if he had read your mind, “It’s right here, I’ve got it.”
As you two walked out of the paddock, there were still crowds of fans and photographers lingering around the area hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the drivers. People started to whisper and squeal when they saw Charles place his hat on your head allowing you to shield your face from the now flashing cameras. 
“Who is she?”
“Aww, that’s so sweet!”
“They must be dating.” 
“Charles! Over here!”
“Can you sign this for me please!”
You listened to all the hollers from the crowd as you got into the car, “Wow.”
“You okay?” Charles softly asked and glanced at you before starting to drive back to the hotel.
“Were they always like that while you were in F2 and I’ve never noticed?” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 
“I’m not sure,” he chuckled at your reaction. 
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21 years old
“He has one more corner!” you held onto Andrea’s arm anxiously looking at the screen.
“MERCEDES THREW EVERYTHING AT HIM TODAY… CHARLES LECLERC HAS COPED BRILLIANTLY!” you heard from the speakers.
“HE’S GOT IT!” one of the crew members screamed when they saw Charles shoot down to the line.
“HE WINS IN SPA, HE WINS IN MONZA! CHARLES LECLERC IS THE WINNER OF THE 2019 ITALIAN GRAND PRIX!” David Croft announced as Charles crossed the finish line. He had just won in Monza in front of the infamous Tifosi. 
You felt yourself get pushed to the front of the barrier as people started rushing to see the winner. The momentous scene couldn’t have been better. He had just ended the nine-year winless streak in Monza and scored his second consecutive race win. All you could hear in the hectic moment was the Ferrari crew chanting out in Italian for Charles. The crowds of fans roared out in cheers and the stands filled with raised Ferrari and Italian flags. 
You will never forget the moment he jumped down from on top of his car and made his way over to you. His hands found your sides as you held the sides of his helmet. “You did it,” your smile wide and eyes filled with tears as you focused on him. 
“For them,” he told you tenderly.
“For them,” you repeated and placed a kiss right where you thought the corner of his mouth would have been. The crew reached over to congratulate him, and the cameras were pointed directly at him wanting to capture the moment. 
The podium ceremony was scintillating. The crew, media, and Tifosi all packed in to see their winner. Andrea knew to keep you close to the front knowing that Charles would want to see you more than anyone else. It wasn’t only you looking up at him in admiration though it seemed like the world stopped for a moment when he blew a kiss back down to you from the podium.
Your cheeks flushed from the action and beamed as you met his eyes, “I love you,” you mouthed to him hoping he could read your lips from the stand. 
“I love you,” he replied back.  
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22 years old
With COVID delaying the F1 season and everyone having to quarantine. You and Charles had decided to move in together into his apartment to keep each other company. It wasn’t hard to fall into a routine for you two. 
“Y/n! Can you bring me water please?” you heard a yell from Charles’ gaming room.
You got up from the couch and set aside your book heading into the kitchen. Decided to bring him a small pack of crackers as well along with the water since he had been on stream for a while. You brought the plate to him which he thanked you for and gave your hand three small squeezes. 
The simple interaction caused the chat to make tons of new comments flow through regarding you. Over the past few years, you found yourself more comfortable with your life in front of the camera because of his career, and it makes you look back to the times of Charles’ first year in F1. You could now give a small wave to the camera before you planned to head back out to the door.
“That’s not fair,” you heard Lando complain from the screen, causing you to halt in your footsteps to listen closely. “You have Y/n to bring you stuff, and you don’t even need to stop the game.”
“Lando’s just jealous he doesn’t have anybody,” George snickered.
“Damn right, I am,” Lando huffed out. “I want a Y/n.”
Charles noticed you silently laughing and he motioned for you to come back over wanting to tease Lando a bit more. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in closer to be in the frame, “Too bad there’s only one of her.”
Lando started muttering about how it was not his fault that he was alone during these times all while you shook your head at their antics. Alex and George continued the jokes creating a newfound argument that moved the topic away from you and Charles. “What do you want for dinner?” you questioned him softly not wanting to disrupt the chaotic banter from the others.
“Will you make carbonara?”
“DID YOU HEAR THAT??” Lando pointed to the screen baffled. “SHE EVEN COOKS DINNER FOR HIM! WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN? Y/N, WILL YOU COOK FOR ME NEXT TIME?”
“Sure, Lando. Once quarantine ends we can plan something out,” you replied with a sweet smile towards the camera.
“YES!” he cheered out at your response.
“Once we get back to racing, will you bring your cookies again?” George asked excitedly.
“Or the muffins!” Alex added on. 
“I’ll go and bring them if you bring Lily, Alex!” you answered them.
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24 years old
You told Charles earlier in the week telling him that you couldn’t make it to the Bahrain Grand Prix due to work. Really you just wanted to surprise him, and you had been in contact with Carlos planning it out.
“I think he is getting suspicious of me,” Carlos told you over the phone as you got your bags together waiting for Carlos’ cousin to come and get you from the airport.
“Well, I’ve only sent him short messages for the past few days and maybe ignored a couple of his calls because I can’t keep lying to him…” you explained which caused the man on the other side of the phone to snicker at your dispense. 
“I swear you want him to kill me, Y/n. Once he finds out.”
“Find out what? Who are you talking to all the time, mate?” you listened to Charles continuously question Carlos.
"No one!" Carlos quipped.
"Is that Y/n?" Charles asked him.
"No, it's my sister..."
“Good luck!” you hung up the call quickly and got into the car with Carlos Oñoro.
“Charles found out?” he started heading to the hotel that the Ferrari team was staying at. 
“Hopefully not yet, but Carlos was talking about how he’s on to him already.”
A notification went off on your phone and you saw it was a text message from Carlos.
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You opened your messages with Charles and came up with something quick to text him about.
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at the circuit 
“Hermosa! You made it!” Carlos exclaimed when he saw you walking towards the group of the drivers that just got out of the media pen. "I swear he was going to choke me earlier."
You laughed at his remark and went over to his side to whisper to him, “He doesn’t know I’m here yet, right?”
He tugged you a bit closer and kept his hand on your upper back. He spoke into your ear in a hushed tone while carefully looking around, “Not a clue, but you remember what I said over text? You say he’s not your boyfriend yet, so let’s mess with him just a little. It’ll prove something to you.”
“Prove what-” 
You were cut off by Lando as he finally took notice of your presence, “Y/n! Tell me you brought them!”
“Yes, Lando,” you smiled, taking a small packaged bag of cookies out of your bag before you could even hand them to him. He had snatched it and already begun opening the bag. “Yours are back at the hotel,” you told Carlos who was trying to take one from Lando.
“GIVE ME ONE!” George yelled at Lando who took his chance and ran off with his cookies. 
“NO!” causing George to chase after the Mclaren driver. 
Another group of drivers came over as they had just finished with their interviews. You saw Charles talking with Sebastian but he didn’t see you yet. “Sweetheart! A pleasant surprise, Charles was just talking about how you couldn’t make it,” Sebastian said with a smile as he walked past you with Fernando. 
“Hello, Sebastian,” you smiled back and felt a breath near your ear. 
“How long do you think it will take him to drag you away?” Carlos said in a low voice.
“He wouldn’t,” you mutter back.
“Oh, yes he would. Good luck with him,” Carlos grinned as Charles had stormed over to you two and grabbed a hold of your wrist.
“Charlie!” you yelped as you tried to keep up with his pace towards the Ferrari’s motorhome and into his driver’s room. 
He shut the door behind him, “So you can text Carlos but not me?”
"What are you talking about?" you acted confused."
"I know you were on call with Carlos earlier. But you couldn't even answer mine this morning?"
“It was supposed to be a surprise, Charles,” you huffed out.
“What a surprise that you and Carlos are together now?” he scoffed at the mere thought.
You began to laugh aloud which caused him to frustrate even further, “E-ex-cuse me?” you said through your laughter.
“This is not funny, Y/n.”
“Charles, it’s funny you think that I would even do anything with Carlos in the first place,” you pointed out to him while setting your bag down on a chair. 
You heard his footsteps come closer to you until you felt him press against your back, “Are you not?”
You turned around to face him and took his face in your hands, “Of course not.”
“Good,” he placed his hands on your waist rubbing up and down your sides.
“And why is that?” you raised your eyebrow at him.
“Y-you kno-o-ow b-b-because you’r-re…” he trailed off a stuttering mess caught off guard by your question.
You stroke his jaw with your thumbs and brought his face closer to yours, “Charles, I’m yours. You know this.”
He leaned down and closed the gap between your lips in a long-awaited kiss. He kissed you gently as if he were testing the waters. You smiled against his lips and moved to wrap your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. You moved forward slightly to lean more into him and he let out a groan against your mouth. He stilled in the kiss, keeping your hips in place from moving further. 
“No more surprises, okay?" he said as you separated.
"Okay, but no more jumping to conclusions either."
"You are going to give me gray hairs early, Chérie," he exasperated.
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dr-aculaaa · 1 year
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.: Trapped Under Ice :.
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Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson
Summary: Winter in the Midwest is killer and Eddie can't stand a freezing night alone! Now that you're back in his life after a brief falling out, you're the person he calls for comfort: His pretty best friend who he's been harboring a crush on since you were kids.
Warnings: 18+ mature content (minors DNI!!) mentions of a deceased grandparent, best friends to lovers/ years of yearning, smoking, classic one bed trope, confessions, Eddie accidentally makes reader cry, sloppy first kisses, sneaking around, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up, folks) Eddie and Reader are both cum eating nasties that cuddle afterwards <3
word count: 9.3k (pheww.. hope you guys love a slow burn hehe)
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Childhood summers and holidays were for spending time with the grandparents. Both of your parents worked long hours, so it was pretty much a default that they would be the ones to watch you after school as well.
Your grandfather knew Wayne from being his supervisor at the plant, fully aware of the custody situation with his nephew. The family kindly offered to watch his young nephew until his day shift ended.
Back in elementary school, there wasn't a care about expectations or social pressures based on who you surrounded yourself with. You were thrilled that you had suddenly had a playmate every day.
Just you and your "bestest friend" Eddie.
As time went on, you both found different ways to spend your summers and after school. There were other things you'd rather be doing than hang from the trees in your grandparent’s backyard, filling your days with whimsical play.
Well, maybe only you grew up from days of whimsical play.
How giddy you would get, seeing Eddie in the hallways in passing to your respective classrooms. The two of you would be able to start new games at recess and continue them after school. You'd get antsy at the end of the day, a young mind filled with ideas for your stories that you just needed to tell Eddie about.
"You’re supposed to be the princess!” Eight year old Eddie Munson yells, as you two ran around the yard with cardboard shields and swords. Eddie had brought over his handmade set last weekend and you just absolutely had to make one of your own. Saving you from the fierce dragon was one of his favorite games. It was a bit confusing to him on why you wanted to be able to fight for yourself all of a sudden. “Girls can't be knights!" exclaimed the boy with a slight lisp through his missing two front teeth. "Yes they can!" You shout back at Eddie while proudly holding your longer paper towel roll sword. You towered over the boy with a buzzcut, despite being a whole year younger than him. "Says who?" Eddie spat, rising on his toes to catch up on those few inches you had ahead of him. In all his well loved fantasy books, the damsel was always in distress. You were a damsel so it was his job to save you from distress as your strong and brave knight. "Says me!" You declare, rising on your toes to get that height advantage back. Eddie couldn’t stay that worked up about it though. All the games you made up together, playing pretend for hours, it was his favorite part of the day.
Because he was a year older than you, he was always in the grade above you. When it came time for him to enter middle school, everything changed. Eddie got into heavier music and spent his after school time at a social gaming club where other storytellers gathered. A babysitter was no longer necessary. Next thing you knew, your meetups consisted of mere acknowledgements from passes in the halls. You still remained friends through time, though it shifted to a primarily school-based friendship.
Of course you remained friends! Eddie knew some, if not most of your deepest secrets.
It was a surprise that this previous year was what you brought back together. He had to repeat a year as you entered your senior year, taking the same core classes together.
You found each other like magnets once again.
Eddie would slightly move his desk closer so he’d be able to talk to you in class. He’d whisper something cheeky and you’d try not to snort while scribbling away lecture notes.
He knew you were ignoring him on purpose. Always such a good student, not wanting to miss anything that was written on the board.
Eddie liked the way you tried not to break into laughter, narrowing eyes that told him to stop and lips that flattened so the chuckle couldn’t escape.
Eddie also liked that new dark berry lipstick you started wearing. He'd stop at your locker at the end of lunch, just watching you reapply the color in the small mirror you kept in there. Eddie would stand behind you with his back against the lockers, a side glance now and then to catch your lips in the small reflective circle you held up.
He wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was. You caught on after the first hour you wore it, causing a small flurry in your stomach the way he stared at you all day.
In class, you'd give a small turn of your head to have eyes meet with his, causing a sudden clearing of his throat to pretend he was only looking down across the aisle at your notes and answers. You gave him the answers with a slide of your paper to play along, a roll of your eyes while trying not to get the teacher’s attention. The school day wasn't even over and you had caught Eddie multiple times.
He was persistent.
"Hey, before I forget," you turn to him as the bell rang. "I'm staying at my grandma's house this weekend," You start to say, handing Eddie a folded note. "-so, you can call. Y'know, if you want."
Eddie held the little bit of torn lined notebook paper, admiring the glitter pen written phone number he already knew by heart.
You two have changed so much through the years, it was a weird feeling when he thought about you assuming he didn’t know the number to the house he spent his childhood in alongside yours.
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Metallica's 'Ride the Lightning' album now blared through the bedroom of Eddie Munson. He had this idea that blasting the music at deafening levels would distract him from the fact that he was shivering under all the blankets he could find in his room.
He scoffed, hearing the screeching of electric guitars on the intro to the next song.
I don't know how to live through this hell Woken up I'm still locked in this shell Frozen soul frozen down to the core Break the ice I can't take anymore
Eddie couldn't take it anymore.
So with a moment's hesitation, getting ready to embrace the chill of the trailer, Eddie got up and scurried his way to the living room. Wrapped in his wool blanket, he walked right on by his tossed aside jeans that had the piece of paper you gave him. It stayed in the pocket, unnecessary, as his finger quickly punched in the number pad.
Can't move at all Screaming Can't hear my call I am dying to live Cry out I'm trapped under ice
"Hello?" You answer, your sweet voice directly into his ear.
"This shit's getting out of hand! " A voice cracked, making you pull back from the phone.
It was Eddie, recognizing instantly despite the lack of salutations. "What's up?" You smile, entertained by the annoyed hiss of his voice, only to be cut off.
"-What's up?" He mocked the pitch of your voice, "Have you looked outside? I'm f-freezing my balls off-f here!"
A hand was brought over your mouth to not laugh out loud. The same hand then went to push aside the lace-doily curtains of your grandmother's kitchen window. Snowfall had picked up since you last checked, gentle during dinner, but now you were seeing nothing but the start of a mild blizzard outside. The entire backyard was completely covered by a tall blanket of snow. It was getting bad.
Stepping away from the window, you lean on the counter, a finger playing with the curl of the attached chord. "Are you alone?" you ask if Wayne was with him, speaking into the phone again.
"Why? Wondering w-what I'm wearing?" His tone changed, you could just picture his cocky grin. Alongside his playfulness, you could also hear the sound of teeth chattering in his voice again.
"Wayne's not here. -Probably be home by the t-time this shit calms down." He paused, "-can I come over?"
Your end was silent until he heard a faint soft hum of contemplation.
"-C'mon... you're not gonna make me beg, are ya?" you hear him react to your pause.
"It wouldn't hurt to hear you say please," you tease Eddie.
"Really? I have to beg my way out of hypothermia?"
It would be nice to have some company. You loved your grandmother but she went to bed way too early, leaving you to entertain yourself for hours until you eventually tired yourself out. You could always do some weekend homework, but having your best friend over seemed like a better time
"I'm waiting," you harmonize.
You hear him huff with annoyance, making you grin wildly.
"Please, can I come over? Please, please, pleeeeeeeee-" His voice is mimicking a near dial tone sound. "-eeeeeeeeee."
"-Okay! Okay! Yes, you can come over!" you tell him to stop.
"Excellent." Eddie stops. "Would it be okay if... I slept over?"
You don't make him beg this time, already excited that he was coming.
"Sure, Eddie." you tell him. "I'd like that. "
-
Eddie braced the few steps from the front door to his van, cursing under his steaming breath as the engine sputtered to start. "C'mon…." he grunted with each turn of the key in the ignition, "Old piece of shi-" The roar of the engine made him jump in his seat, "There we go!"
He kissed the fingers that turned the key and placed it on the dash, "Thank you, gorgeous."
The vehicle's heat was on full blast, although not that much help in such a wide vehicle. His knuckles gripped white onto the steering wheel.
He made it to the house faster than you expected, probably from avoiding most traffic signals and dangerously going over speed limits. Eddie was very lucky to not have his old van slide on the icy road, but that cosmic karma caught up to him as he hopped out of the van and landed right into a mushy pile of snow-dirt sludge.
You could hear a "Shit!" shrieked and the slam of a heavy door from the edge of the driveway. Eddie brought his limbs close to his body, hands under arms, knees lifted high as he trudged through the freezing wind. Snowflakes were getting caught in his curls and eyelashes.
The front door you waited behind were like the gates of a warm haven to this weary traveler on his arctic quest. You opened it and shivers immediately crawled up your legs. The second he stepped in, you threw a towel over him like he was a charging bull. Eddie was chuffing and snorting, smothering his face into the fabric as you locked out the harsh weather.
You shushed him while trying to suppress your laughter, as he rubbed his face in it one last time. Eddie's hair was a complete mess when he popped out of the fluffy towel. It dried off the melted snow but he was still a bright pink all over his cheeks and nose.
He was slipping off soaked shoes, feeling the plush carpet under his mismatched socks. It was like he stepped into a memory, everything looking the same as it did ten years ago.
"Let's go look for some clothes that you can change into." You take the towel, then help brush aside the tangled mess of hair out of his face. Eddie jokingly went cross eyed, watching you pinch the longer hairs out of his bangs.
“Eds, your face is gonna get stuck like that.”
He looks at you, keeping his big brown eyes at the inner corners, “Like what? You know I don’t believe in those silly Old Wives' Tales.”
A roll of your eyes has him with a grin, shaking his head with a blink,, hitting the side of it to pretend to reset his vision.
Starting the walk down the hallway, you turn back and place a finger on your lips, warning him to be mindful of his steps. He’s always walking with such flat, heavy footsteps. It was a dead giveaway as kids when you tried to sneak an extra treat from the cookie jar.
You’re carefully tiptoeing past your grandmother's bedroom as he follows you into the storage closet at the end of the hall. A reach for the small string to turn on the light, you unexpectedly bump into Eddie's own extended arm. He was also reaching for the light.
"Sorry," You simultaneously say, closer than you thought you were in such a narrow space.
"Ladies first." He smirked, a bow of his head.
"Gee, thanks. " You scoff with a smile, again on your tiptoes to reach, while Eddie could have easily grabbed it. A bright click and you begin to search through bins of your grandfather's old clothes.
"Cute jammies." You heard, turning to see him take note of your nightgown with the pattern of tiny roses.
Raising a brow, you gave him a shady flick of your eyes over your shoulder. An up, down, up scan, you turn back to your task. "You're one to talk, Donald Duck."
Though he wore his leather jacket and denim vest, completely decorated with heavy metal patches and pins, there below was the grinning face of the classic Disney character scattered all over his bright red pajama pant legs.
"Touché" He playfully pouts with a nod.
After a moment’s worth of searching, you found the exact clothes you were looking for. “Aha!” Long thermal underwear and an oversized knitted grandpa sweater may not be the most metal, but they would keep Eddie warm.
Taking him into your room and closing the door so you could converse with a normal volume, you hand over the clothes to Eddie. The quick touch of his fingers grazing yours felt like a zap of static shock.
"Shit, Eddie," you curse under your breath, taking his hand. Throwing the clothes on the bed, you quickly grab the other and clasp them together. "Your fingers are frozen!”
You hold his hands between your own warm palms and lower your head. Lips hovering barely an inch over his skin open to release a few hot breaths directly onto thick, rosy fingers.
“How do you expect to play guitar with frostbite?" You raise your head to look at him again, still rubbing his rough hands.
"I-" he choked, a whirling feeling was shot to his stomach from the gesture.
The last time you held hands were as children, crossing the street together with your Grandma when she took you two to get chocolate ice cream cones on main street.
"I expect not that very well." He replies, a bit saddened when you drop them.
You were already on to the next thing, asking Eddie if he wanted something to drink.
"A beer?"
" Like you need a frosty bud light right now." You retort.
“Oh, of course not… You know I only drink Blue Ribbon.” Eddie gave you a wink, making you roll your eyes again. He watches you turn to leave, “Careful, your face will get stuck like that!”
“Just get out of those wet clothes, Munson. You smell like a wet dog.” A light-hearted tease is thrown as you shake your head, exiting the room.
“Oh, how I love it when you're mean to me, woman. Makes me all tingly in my chonies.” Eddie gets the last word in before you close the door. He saw his victory in the wide grin on your face, just through the crack of the closing door.
Eddie stands there, touching his fingers, staring at the door while you made your way to the other side of the house. It takes him a moment to collect himself, a longing sigh exhaled through his nose as he feels the evidence of your hot breath still on his silver rings.
Earlier, you told him to just throw his wet clothes in the hamper when he goes into the bathroom. You’d get to the laundry in the morning since it was so late.
He found that the clothes fit him perfectly. A pull over his head, looking at himself in the mirror. Eddie smooths down the creases in the chest, feeling each ribbed knit of the sweater. The fabric was worn, loved. He remembers your grandfather wearing this sweater every year when it started getting cold out.
The smell of this home, the old cuckoo clock that echoed in the hall, the two of you sneaking around; it all takes him back. He can’t help but smile as nostalgia fills his heart.
-
Eddie enters the kitchen, careful not to drag the chair's legs as he takes a seat across from you the table. He takes a sip out of the mug you placed there. It's a new flavor to him.
"What's this?" He asks, taking another sip, the look on his face is more intrigued than disgusted. He let the flavor sit on his tongue while hands hugged the source of warmth.
"It's just herbal tea with honey." You say, taking a sip from your own mug. "Grandma doesn't seem to have any hot cocoa."
"What kind of grandma doesn't have any hot cocoa?"
"Mine, apparently."
Eddie takes another sip, "Do you remember back in… '75 I wanna say? We had that snow day?"
Your head tilts, hoping Eddie would give you more detail about something that happened nearly a decade ago.
"We tried making that snow castle...?" he hinted.
"Hmp!" You gulp your tea, mid realization, "Yes, of course! Our Crystal Palace! We nearly caught pneumonia that day, we were out for so long." "We just had to finish building it." Eddie's smile is radiant, glad that you recalled one of his treasured memories. You both laugh, he continues, "-then your grandma dragged us in by our collars and forced us to drink all that hot chocolate! I think about it, like, every winter."
"The Crystal Palace or the hot chocolate?" You ask.
"Sometimes both." He shrugged, a smile into his sip.
You take a sip, too, creating silence in the kitchen as you turn your head to hide your blushing face.
Your first kiss was with Eddie in the Crystal Palace. Nothing risqué, just a simple kiss on the cheek to wake the sleeping princess. A purple grandma-made scarf was wrapped around your brave knight as a token of gratitude for breaking the curse of your century long slumber.
It was still in one of his dresser drawers, buried deep in the back to keep it safe.
“How’s she doing?” Eddie refers to your grandmother, noticing a carton of cigarettes on the table. He helps himself, the stick hanging from his lips as you watch his fingers dig into the small matchbox next to the amber colored ashtray. The sulfuric smell of an ignited match instantly hits your nostrils.
You shrug as an answer, then take one as well. You lean over so he could light your cigarette too. “She has her days.” You briefly say.
There’s no proper way to measure grief. You were still shaken up from it happening just in the spring. “-She really misses him. They were married for, like, forty years.” “Damn. Forty years? My folks couldn't even manage four." Eddie shakes the match, extinguishing the flame and flicking it into the ashtray. You watch as he takes a drag, that hand coming back to down next to his drink. His free hand then rubs the back of his neck, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the funeral."
The somber subject change has you silent in your seat. You take a drag of your own cigarette, leaned back. Reaching over to tap the ash that already built up on the end, the corner of your mouth lifts in a crooked, yet comforting smile.
“I really would’ve- I wanted to go. I just had so much going on with y’know, club and not graduating and stuff. I wish I was there to say goodbye." His smoke rises to the ceiling, the cigarette is more of an incense stick at this point. The hand that holds his mug of tea is slightly trembling. "I’m sorry we had a falling out." He softly says, finally bringing that cigarette to his mouth. He inhales and you can hear a small sniffle. There's a gloss over his eyes but no sign of actual tears building up.
"Eddie," You take his hand over the table, thumb caressing over knuckles, "It's okay. I mean, I’m at fault too. I should’ve reached out when I didn’t hear back. I know I kind of went M.I.A on our friendship these past few years, too.” Eddie squeezes the hand that comforted his, returning the assurance that it was okay. New friends, different paths, it was bound to happen.
"He always considered you family." You smile at his returned gesture, the pad of your thumb now caressing over the corners of his heavy rings.
"Really?" There was a look of disbelief on his face, like it was new information to him. "Seriously, Eds. He’d ask about you, like, all the time. To the point where I even got annoyed.” You laugh, but you can feel your chest get heavy and cheeks get hot. You still can’t really talk about your grandfather without getting overwhelmed.
Eddie looks at you with the wettest puppy dog eyes you’ve seen, a blink and a tear could fall right into his tea.
“He’d say,” You lowered your voice to match his scruffy tone, stubbing your cigarette so you could freely use your hands to impersonate your grandpa. “Was that Eddie I saw at the hardware store? That boy is getting too damn big. Why don’t you invite Eddie over for Sunday dinner? Has Eddie asked you to prom yet? He hasn't? Well, why don't you ask him!” You both chuckle, droplets finally falling from eyes as the rising apples of your cheeks were the push you two needed.
What you two really needed, which was obvious to everyone else, was each other.
-
In the bedroom, Eddie pulls the sweater up over his head, revealing an old black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.
"So... I'll take the floor?" He suggests while you’re turned around to fix the bedding.
"Don't be silly, we used to have sleepovers here." you replied without a thought to what you were suggesting. Eddie tried playing safe, not doing anything that could ruin your friendship.
Because that's all you were, right? Best Friends. If only he knew what was on your mind at this moment: A quick glance over your arm while the comforter was tossed up and thrown across the mattress, you caught the very end of Eddie pulling down the shirt that got tugged along with the sweater’s removal. The bottom of his stomach burned an image into your brain. The room was dimly lit but it shone a spotlight right onto the trail of hair that disappeared down into his boxers. "Yeah, as tiny tots." He countered, not noticing that you were aggressively fluffing pillows because of him. "Pretty sure the bed won't be the same as it was thirteen years ago."
Almost an hour went by and you counted every one of Eddie's tosses and turns as he tried to get comfortable.
Though you didn't want to admit it, Eddie was right. The bed was not the same as it was all those years ago. Backs facing each other felt like the only appropriate position as you tried going to sleep. Anxious thoughts raced, your bodies have greatly changed since you last shared this bed. He wasn’t that scrawny kid anymore. You thought about how he looked at the table earlier, the cigarette between lips that had no business being that pink and plump. Eddie's smile lines, the hairs on his upper lip from not shaving these past few days, the little scar on his forehead that peeked through his messy curtain of curls.
You thought about how rough his hands were when you held them on the lacquered wooden table, how he stuffed his thick fingers into the tiny slot of the matchbox-
Your breath hitched at the sudden realization.
Turning your head to peek over your shoulder, you see the moon's glow in his messy hair resting on the pillow. His head was still, you watched his breathing for a moment before lifting your chin above the shared comforter. "Eddie?" You chirp in the dark. The sound of your voice perks his ears, making him turn to look over at you with eyes that were also wide awake.
"Yeah?" his voice is deep and raspy when it answered your call.
You can see his big brown eyes sparkling even in the dark room, making you speechless for a moment, while he waited for you to speak again.
Eddie was gorgeous.
It brought a flutter to your stomach while you stumbled for something to actually say. You wanted to keep his attention.
Completely turning your body to face him, you whisper, "Are you still cold?" Talking to him. That only amplified the pulse in your body but you needed something to break that silence.
"Not anymore." He smiled, a thank you in his own way. "Are… you cold?"
"A bit." You lie, curling in on yourself with the blanket.
Being so close in this bed with him made your cheeks hot. Could Eddie sense your temperature and know you were lying?
"C'mere." You hear him beckon in a soft whisper, a clench in his jaw as you push your body up, chest pressed against his.
You adjust on the pillow again, lifting up your head up to place it on his exposed bicep. So close together, you could feel his heart beat drum at the same nervous rhythm as yours.
He was expecting you to press your back against him, hiding your sleeping face away while you let him hold you and bask in his warmth. Eddie always imagined himself being the big spoon, come the day you were to finally embrace each other in bed. Usually those imaginative visions consisted of the two of you in less clothing.
"Better?" He asked from the top of your head.
You adjust yourself once more, bringing your arm around to rest on his waist. "Mhm." You nod, which was more of a nuzzle into his shoulder.
He holds you by your lower back now, his once frozen hands were now hot enough that you could melt under his touch. It wasn’t fair when that hand started rubbing your back, the spot where a bra strap should be. It made you blissfully sigh with eyes closed,
"You’re so warm, Eddie."
Breathing on his chest, it felt nearly intoxicating being this close. Eddie made you feel light headed, weak in the knees.
"You smell different." you whisper. Eddie chuckles, “Like a wet dog still?” “I didn’t mean that earlier.” “I know, it’s cool.” He smiles before curiosity has him asking you what you meant by ‘smelling different’. "I meant that you smell more… grown up." Another inhale has you note faint cigarette smoke in his hair and a faded cologne that was mixed with his natural musk.
He blinked, blushing with eyes wide for a second after hearing you say that. "Is that good?"
He feels you nod your head to confirm, then that hand on his waist starts to move and sneak under the hem of his shirt. You're feeling the soft skin of his hips, sending shivers up his spine as you grazed your fingers against the surface, resting them on another part of his torso.
You shift your head up slightly, his chin on your forehead as your nose touches the underside of his jaw. Eddie's small patch facial hair coming in from under his chin tickled your brow. Across your head you could feel Eddie’s breathing, each inhale and exhale starting to deepen. He’s probably asleep by now, you assume. You’d drift off to slumber soon if you were to just close your eyes. Just close your eyes, you kept telling yourself.
Truth was, the second you put your body to his, you had this urge to just put your mouth on his flesh. A suck, a bite, anything. Your back molars tighten together, resisting the desire to open your mouth and lick that tempting pulse line up his throat. A carnal desire for Eddie? Is that what you were feeling? You cared so much for him, it was much more than that.
Impulses take over but they’re gentle. Sweet. Again and again you slowly and lovingly kiss his neck.
It’s the softest pressing of lips to his Adam's apple that takes him by surprise, awakening him to place a hand on your shoulder. He pulls back slightly to look at your face in the blue moonlight. Eddie's lips are partially opened, ears already flushed red. Before a word can be said, you pull yourself even further away, completely embarrassed.
"I-I'm sorry. I don't know -what- why I did that?" You were out of breath, trying to explain yourself in a panic. Your heartbeat was pounding between your ears, alongside the ache you felt in your lower region, feeling its faint murmurs upon the mattress where you sat.
You’ve kissed other people before but never have you had nerves like this run through your body after expressing such affection.
"Hey, it's okay." Eddie coos your name in the dark, reaching out for the light so he could see you. "It's okay. So what? You kissed me, it's okay."
"Oh my god, Eddie, it's not! You have no idea what you’re doing to me." You blurt out. "It's not just that kiss -my chest feels heavy, I can’t breathe - you're not even doing anything to make me feel like this! You're just laying there and I just-" A mess of words spew out, not even sure what you were saying.
You stared at his lips before looking at him in the eyes once more, stuttering vowels as you were at a loss for words. Eddie's brows were slightly furrowed, making you feel nervous about your confession. He sees the tip of your tongue lick your bottom lip before opening your mouth to speak again.
"I need you, Eddie."
Hearing your own words, you thought they were pathetic. Desperate. The plead rang through your ears as Eddie still hadn't said anything.
Your heart feels twisted, like someone was wringing out an old rag.
Eddie then drops his head with a snort, following a hearty laughter that makes his head fall back. "What?" Why is he laughing? You look at his glowing face, it almost makes you want to cry.
"What??" You say again, this time punching his arm, trying to get him to stop.
Eddie grabs you by the wrist to pull you back down with him on the pillow, wrapping his arms around your head. You can hear his laughter rumble straight from his chest as you're pressed against it once more.
"I need you, Eddie." he mimics your voice, much like he did earlier on the phone.
"You're such an asshole." You growl, trying to push away with a hand to his abdomen. Your struggle to escape his entrapment causes a small tear to fall. He knows not to wrestle too hard with you, letting you go the second he hears a small crack in your voice. You wipe your cheek with the back of your palm as you sit up and turn away.
"Kiss me again." he says from behind, now in a serious tone.
He was feeling like hot garbage that he got carried away and made you cry. Please, please, kiss me again he wanted to say.
You shake your head no. "Why did you laugh?"
He bit his lip, "I don't know -I mean, I was -I'm kind of... shocked?"
"Shocked that I just stupidly told you how I felt?"
"It wasn't stupid. Listen, I'm the stupid one."
Your silence tells him to continue.
"I should have told you years ago. Instead, I made you cry because I laughed like a jerk after years of torturing myself."
He nervously chuckles, "Like, okay, you need me? I need you." Eddie pushes back his hair, overheating from finally confessing to you. His big hand drags down his face, squeezing his eyes shut with a grunt. "Christ. -how I need you, sweetheart."
There's a lump in your throat that melts once Eddie says those words. You give him a 'be serious' look and he shoots an 'I am' one right back.
"I need you." He furiously nods his head, bringing down his sweaty palm to wipe it on the blanket. "-And I need you... to get your ass over here and kiss. me. again.”
With a giggle, you begin to crawl back to Eddie. Nearly sitting in his lap, you showered him with kisses all over before sucking on his cute little cupid's bow.
Everything was sloppy, inexperienced. The smacking of lips was a little too loud while the two of you tried your best to stay quiet.
You weren't the only ones home after all.
Eddie laid back down with you on your side, slightly on top of him. A leg over his has your night gown bunched up, letting you press yourself onto his thigh. Each rub from under had you humming, then a soft moan in his mouth as he pulled you closer by your bottom. A hand squeezing your ass has you pressing harder against him.
He catches his breath for a second, pressing his forehead against yours so he could speak. "I want to try something."
"Yeah?" Your eyes were closed but they fluttered as you feel his hand slide up your dress. Eddie was approaching new territory for the first time.
His Princess has such soft skin, he thought to himself, as he's slowly caressing and appreciating every inch of his travel.
There was a twitch between your thighs as his calloused fingers crept closer to your mound. He goes right over it, making you shiver as you anticipate the next move.
Eddie presses a hand to your soft tummy, holding you there while he presses deep kisses onto your lips once more.
He’s like an anxious racer at the starting line, cautious as fingertips pause right before the elastic under your navel.
Your lips feel him take in a deep breath.
Bang, the starting pistol goes off.
Eddie takes the plunge to touch you for the first time.
Fingers slide down under the thin fabric, you quietly moan into Eddie's mouth as you feel his hand holding you from below. The waistband of your panties is caught on one of his rings.
"So warm," his hot breath says on your lips, to then slowly start palming your wet pussy. “Eddie.” You whine in his mouth.
That’s the first time he hears his name like that. He’s getting the feel of your cunt, how wet you’ve become just from his small touches, as fingers sow through your folds “Uhm, do you feel that little bump on my-" A whisper turns into a gasp as right away, his palm and finger drag along your sensitive bud before you could finish your sentence “Yeah, that.” You bite your lip. "Yeah? What about it?" Eddie cheekily grins. Eagerly looking at you, waiting for further instructions.
“Keep touching me there.”
Toes begin curling as his middle finger begins to rub gentle circles on your sensitive spot.
“How's that?” Eddie asks, picking up the pace now. “Mhm.” You whine from your throat, “yes. Just- just like that.” A buzzing builds in your body, you start to feel the slight tremors build in your thighs. He continues to rub, feeling your slick increase as he plays with your clit. You wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your face into his shoulder to quiet the moans you're not strong enough to swallow.
"More. Please, Eddie." You're coming undone, begging right in his ear.
Your neediness makes him hard, his cock pressing against his boxers. He'd want to feel relief soon, but for now, he just wanted to continue pleasuring you. Listening to how you wanted him to touch you, how he loved hearing you say his name in whimpers. Your breath hitched as he began inserting fingers to your entrance. “Eddie. Ah- Eddie.” You moan as you take in the first of his thick fingers.
Say my name again, he repeats to himself. He continued fingering you, the bottom of his palm rubbing against your clit. Listening to your moans alone could get him off.
You start to buck your hips, fucking yourself harder with Eddie's hand. “Are you,” he gulps, “are you close?” A bite of your lower lip, eyes that were shut start slowly open to look at him through a half lidded gaze. You confirm with a nod.
“Eddie -I want-" You whine, words were too much right now. You put a hand to his chest, and he halts, making you shudder at how close you were.
"I want you to fuck me now."
The way you lustfully look at him, it made his heart jump to his throat. Face and ears flushed red with how blunt you were about your needs.
“Yes. I-I can do that.”
Eddie removes his hand, fingers coated with your slick. He brings it up to see it glisten, you watch the amazement on his face as he spreads his fingers to see the stringy bridge.
"Oh, here, I'll grab something-" You look to the side of the bed for the box of tissues, but when you turn back, Eddie has his fingers in his mouth, licking himself clean. Your jaw drops, you were not expecting that.
Your pussy trembled, seeing him audibly savor your taste. “Do all girls taste like peaches, or is that just you?”
“Huh?” You feel like a fool with your dumb, breathy response. You haven’t even tasted yourself before and here was Eddie, licking his fingers clean.
“Try it,” he encourages, bringing two fingers to your lips. He doesn’t force them into your mouth, but with the tips of his fingers touching your bottom lip, he didn’t need to. You hold onto his wrist, steadying his fingers as you start to suck on them. They rested halfway on your tongue and you’re instantly hit with the sweet and salty combination of your juices and his spit.
Eddie’s breath hitched when he felt your mouth open once more to take his fingers to the far knuckle, your tongue sliding underneath.
“Shit.” He hissed, his palm touching your chin before you slide your mouth back and release it with a subtle 'pop!'
You lick your lips, answering his question. “Mm. Just me, Eddie.”
-
Standing up now, you're watching each other remove clothes from separate sides of the mattress.
It was a swift removal of your nightgown, leaving you in your underwear as you wait for Eddie catch up. You see his chest rising and falling. He swallows hard, seeing your naked body for the first time. His stare burns your cheeks, knowing very well that his mouth is watering from staring at your bare breasts.
A clear of your throat has Eddie looking back up at your blushing face.
"O-oh, right." He gets the hint, quickly taking off his pants and boxers with a forceful pull down to his ankles.
The room is quiet, but not from awkwardness. You’re both admiring the young adults you've become, bodies lit by a single bedside lamp. You admire it’s warm casts of shadows over Eddie’s toned, naked body.
There’s a sudden chuckle from you that makes Eddie’s shift his weight from one foot to the other. “What?” He asks, trying not to get bashful as you’re staring at his exposed body.
You shake your head once with a smile, turning to look away for a second while your arms crossed over your chest.
“Oh my god.” You mumble, looking back and then away again in disbelief.
“What is it? -is it me? Is it… him?” He notions to his cock, some worry in his tone.
You say nothing, again, a vague nod of your head. You're confusing him with that giddy look on your face.
“What the hell is it then?” Were you making fun of his cock? “Does it look weird? Small? I know it kinda curves to the right but-”
“No! God, Eddie! I just-“ you stop his assumptions, realizing that you raised your voice in defense. You speak again with a lower volume.
“That’s you not even fully erect? -like, you’re gonna get even bigger?”
Eddie watches the worry on your face from looking at his cock then back at his face, as another telepathic 'are you serious?' is sent.
He feels smug, biting he inside of his cheek, proud of himself even. “It’s gonna get bigger, sweetheart.” Eddie cooed.
The small shudder you release makes his cock twitch. This was definitely happening
You come around the corner after panties are shimmied down, laying the long haired boy on his back, swinging a leg over to straddle his waist. He cups your face, keeping you interlocked in a kiss as you grab his member from underneath you. His sensitive cock in your hands has Eddie moaning, the tip sliding along your folds.
His hands are on your waist now, a grip on your flesh tightening as you continue to toy with him. His stomach tightens with urgency, his moans through clenched teeth have him seething. He wants to shove himself right into you the second you start to align him with your entrance.
"Shh, Eddie." you tell him with a smirk, "we don't want this to be over before it's even started."
Your smirk instantly drops as you slowly start sitting on his cock, finally pressing him into you.
Sliding down inch by inch on his shaft, your eyes shut from the overbearing feeling. Everything about Eddie was bigger. You haven’t taken him all in and you’re already being so stretched out. A whimper has you wrapping your arms over his shoulders, your faces buried into each other.
"It's okay." Eddie gently soothed you, his hand rubbing down the small of your back.
"You're doing so good" he says, kissing your down your neck to your sternum. "You feel -'sgood." His words are now slurred.
You were determined to take him all in. You wanted to take him all in. Eddie's hard cock now deep inside of you, you slowly start riding him. He grabs your waist, gasping as he feels how tight you are. "Oh, god, -ah -F-fuuuckk." he stutter and whines at the in and out movements.
"Yeah? That feels good?" You chuckle at Eddie becoming the whimpering one now. He feels your chuckle on his cock, little clenches that have his eyes squeezed shut, the vein in his neck protruding.
You force your fingers under Eddie's near bruising grip on your waist, having him interlock fingers with yours to now hold hands to hold you up.
Holding hands to cross the street, now holding them like this. Eddie's bigger hands, squeezing yours as he watches your breasts bounce in front of him. He thinks you're absolutely gorgeous like this, but he desperately wanted to know how you'd look coming undone underneath him. You're flipped over onto your back, Eddie still deep inside of you. You squeeze your lips shut, not wanting that loud high pitched whimper to turn into a loud moan. While hovering over you, Eddie looks down between your colliding bodies, hypnotized at his cock disappearing into you with each thrust into your pussy. Your pussy. Sweet and warm, now all his. His princess taking him so well.
Eddie remembers what you said earlier about touching that button right above your entrance.
With one arm next to your head, propping himself up, he reaches down with the other to play with it once more. It instantly makes your pussy clench tightly around his cock, eyes rolling back as legs wrapping around his waist to keep him in deep while he rubbed your clit.
"Eddie! -ah! Ah-!"
He leans down to silence you with a kiss, “Baby, we have to stay quiet, remember?"
You nod your head with eyes shut, desperately wanting to let your cries out.
Eddie sees the look on your face, switching off his aching arms to brush aside the hair that fell over your eyes "Oh, god, I know- I want to hear every sound you make. You sound so fuckin’ purdy right now."
“Yeah?” You lovingly look into his eyes, something about his drawl just did something to you. Eddie did a good job of hiding it in everyday conversation, rarely ever did you hear it.
He was already filling you up so well, making you react with every pumping movement of his cock. You find the strength to clench your walls around him again, making him now gasp and try not cry out from pleasure.
Eddie lowers himself to your chest, mouth against the soft bosom that muffled his grunts. You hold his head between your breasts while his arms are wrapped around your lower back to hold you in place while he rapidly impaled into you.
"I- I'm -fuck. -so close." He confesses with each breath.
"Wait for me," you tell him, going mindless in the rhythmic pounding. "Can you hold on just a little longer?"
He nods while looking up at you, big brown eyes full of adoration. "Good boy," unconsciously escapes your mouth as he complies. Your hand running through his hair, a deeper spot he reached has the caress turn into a sudden grip of long wavy locks. He grunts at the praise and at you tugging his hair. "Yes!” You gasp, “There! Harder." You instruct.
Eddie's arms hold you steady, keeping you still while with more force, pounds right into your pussy to catch you up to the edge. He's close, about to release.
"Yes, yes!" You moan, more stimulation on your pulsing clit as it slams against his base. His balls are slapping against your skin, filling the room with amplified sex sounds. You couldn't care about that volume restriction now. Eddie has your legs shaking, fists tugging at his hair. "Don’t stop, don’t stop. Please!” you beg
"I'm gonna- fuck, I can't anymore. I'm gonna-" He grunts.
“Eddie I’m-!“ you cry, unable to keep quiet as you've reached your climax. His hand is quickly brought up over your mouth to cover your orgasmic moan, quickly removing himself to spill his seed. Your eyes make contact as you simultaneously cum. Your pussy pulsing, making you absolutely fall apart as your tongue touches the underside of the silver rings.
Eddie was harshly biting his lower lip while white streams shoot out from his cock, decorating your thigh with grunts as he empties himself. You're heavily breathing through your nostrils, Eddie's hand was still over your mouth.
“Sorry, baby.” he says, letting go of the grip on your cheeks, kissing the area he didn’t mean to squeeze so hard.
His other hand still holds your leg, his thumb pressing into your soft thigh to get a better view and admire his load next to your swollen pussy.
Eddie gives you another kiss and you smile, using whatever strength you had left to look down at your beautiful body as he grabs the nearby crocheted covered tissue box.
Grabbing a handful of the soft tissue to clean you up, He’s not quick enough. It was your turn to taste Eddie, quite literally giving him a taste of his own medicine.
His jaw drops, just as expected, seeing you swipe up his warm cum with your fingers and bring it to your mouth.
“Sweetheart, wait-“
It’s too late, the mess on your fingers hits your tongue and you taste Eddie.
“How- how is it?” He watches your finger pull out of your mouth, a few licks to the side where the cum dripped down.
"Hm, it’s different than mine. See for yourself."
You do the same as he did before, placing your fingertips on Eddie’s bottom lip. He tastes himself, sucking on your fingers like you did his. He’s lost in the wonders of the thought of your tastes combined. The sweetness, faint salty and earthy flavor.
Eddie's tongue licks the parts that trickled down. You cleaned off his fingers, it was only fair.
You giggle and tell Eddie he looks like a puppy right now, lapping the rest of his cum off your fingers.
"Such a good boy." You tease, remembering you called him that earlier. Using the licked clean fingers, you tickle under his chin, “Who’s a good boy? Who's a good boy that licked up our cum?”
“Yeah, yeah, cut it out.” He swats your hand with a hard blush.
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Resting on Eddie, you trace the thin legs of his black widow spider tattoo with your last few moments of consciousness. Sleep was finally taking over, you felt it in the way your body relaxed into his side.
He's playing with your hair, wrapping the locks around fingers before dropping them and starting another coil.
This silence was nice. Warm and fuzzy, like you were swimming in pool of silky cashmere.
His hand is then placed at the back of your head, you can feel your eyelids start to get heavy.
Something is mumbled above you, too tired to comprehend what it was exactly.
"Hm?" you make a noise, not being able to stop your eyes from closing.
"Are you asleep?" Eddie speaks up again.
"What is it?" You say with eyes closed, your cheek squished onto his bare chest.
A kiss to the top of your head tells you not to worry about it. "I'll tell you in the morning." He chuckles. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart."
With your stubbornness, of course you didn't want to wait until morning. You lift your head up, sleepy eyes looking right at Eddie as the point of your chin presses into his chest. "What did you say, Eddie?"
He snickers at your furrowed brows and tired, glossy eyes. Eddie strokes the back of your head, each pet erasing the small lines your face made.
"I said," he pauses, there was no taking back what he was about to say.
Then there it was. Three words he was dying to tell you after being silent all these years. The first of many upcoming,
" I love you. "
"Oh." was all you said. " I- "
"-You don’t have to say it back right now. I just want you to know that I do." "When did you-?" "When did I know?" He exhales with a lip trill before his free shoulder raises in a small shrug. "I guess.... I kinda always knew? I'd wake up and want you to be the first person I talk to."
Eddie watched as you pout, like you were reacting to something cute instead of him handing you his heart.
"What? C'mon, don't laugh..." "I'm not laughing!" you grin, accidentally chuckling. You squeeze your lips shut and Eddie scoffs with a roll of his eyes "You literally are! Right in my face, babe!"
You take a deep breath, composing yourself, as you bring your tucked away arm up to cushion your chin on the backside of your palm. "I'm not laughing." You repeat, a firm shake of your head.
Eddie gives you a 'be serious' look and you shoot an 'I am' one right back. He told you you don't have to say it back right now, but you ponder on his response. He's always known? This quick moment of thought, you start to think about when you realized you were in love with Eddie. Was it the way he fixed your hair when you went out for a walk together on a windy day? You'd be rambling on about your current interests and he'd stand there before you, one hand in his leather jacket pocket while the other tucked the strands behind your ear. Eddie would always be standing where he faced the sun, always squinting when you saw him on sunny afternoons. He's squinting so you can turn your back to the sun and comfortably continue on with the conversation.
Little things. The most minute details of your everyday, but they showed how much Eddie cared for you.
Your need for Eddie was beyond what you originally thought.
You loved him, so much. "Eddie," You catch his attention, he gives it to you undivided. Your breath hitched, lifting up your chin from its resting spot. Your expression softens, you'll never get over the way his chocolate button eyes can just make you melt.
"I love you too."
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You hear chatter from around the corner as you step into the kitchen. You still had some sleep in your eye, rubbing it away with your knuckle as slippers shuffled across the tiled floor. You were exhausted from last night, surprised you could even walk. "Morning," you greet your grandma, a side hug while she's standing in front of the stove. "Good morning." she pecks your cheek like always, "-sleep well?" "Mm." You groggily shrug, giving her a vague answer. "Gooood morning." Another voice announces in the kitchen. Eddie was already sitting at the table, a plate full of pancakes in front of him, completely drenched with maple syrup. "Morning." You smile, seeing Eddie's messy morning mane. You thought he was still in bed when you left, thinking it would give you time to tell your grandma that Eddie spent the night.
They were acting like old chums so it's safe to assume she didn't mind. She was lively this morning, even. Humming a song while she plated pancakes for you. You take your serving before making your way over to the table.
Your grandma's back is turned so you bend down sneak a kiss with Eddie. His lips are sticky sweet, making you giggle as you rub his back before taking the seat next to his. "So you needed homework help last night, Eddie?" Your grandma inquires, turning off the stove and walking over with two mugs. "Yeah, it was kind of urgent. You know how math was never one of my strong suits. Sorry my arrival was so unannounced." He was so casual, explaining his presence to her while you smothered your pancakes in syrup like Eddie.
She places the drinks in front of your plates, "Oh, it's fine, Eddie. Seeing you this morning was such a pleasant surprise." Your grandma smiled.
Eddie drops his fork and looks into the mug, "I thought you didn't have any cocoa?" He licked his lips, getting ready to indulge in that rich, chocolate beverage.
"I don't bother with that ridiculous pre-made stuff. I prefer to make it myself." Grandma proudly spoke.
" I can see why." He swallows a big gulp, not caring that it's probably a little too hot in his mouth. "This shit's divine- Ah -I mean." Catching himself after cursing in front of the older woman. "Excuse me." Trying to keep a straight face, his lips purse to conceal his grin. He looked up at her with a tug of his collar.
She laughed, "That's quite alright. Thank you, Eddie." Grandma then gives a playful pat on Eddie's head. "Such a good boy." She trails off, before turning back to attend to something on the counter.
That phrase made you awfully choke on the extremely hot drink, a painful experience that splattered chocolate onto your nightgown.
Your grandma spins around, wondering what in the world just happened.
Eddie's eyes were wide, also shocked after hearing what she said.
It doesn't take long for the two of you to start stifling your laughter, trying not to have your grandma ask too many questions.
She simply looked at you, her mess of a granddaughter, wondering what was so funny.
You shook your head, trying to convince her it was something else, "Nothing. I just burnt my tongue."
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ellieluvr420 · 2 months
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wife Abby headcanons xoxo
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-You met at a bar when your friend cancelled on you last minute, she offered to buy you a drink and you chatted at the bar until she invited you back to hers, this was back when you were 22 and she was 25 so her flat was more modest but still well decorated and clean. You both shared a bottle of wine and sat and spoke more for hours until you were both so drunk you started doing karaoke together by watching youtube videos on her TV, she invited you out to an actual karaoke bar as your second date and she only fell even more in love with you the more she saw you.
-I think she would work in corporate like a lawyer or investment banker or something so I think she would try and work from home as much as they would let her.
-She looks so funny when she works from home too because she wears work clothes on her top half for her zoom calls but then she would be wearing pj bottoms and her slippers on her bottom half.
-Such a victim of Apple's marketing, always insists she needs the newest phone or whatever they had brought out, she has the watch, the phone, an ipad, an imac, macbook pro, airpod pros and airpod max's. Literally everything they sell because she's actually a tech geek at heart.
"I totally need it."
"Give me one reason you need an iPad Abigail."
"...I don't know, it's just cool."
You roll your eyes at her but chuckle at her insistence as you press a small kiss to her pouty lips. She smiles at you and looks like a child on Christmas day as she orders her new toy.
-She would so wear the airpod max's while working out and i think she'd always have one of those gallon water bottles that she'd take everywhere with her.
"Babe please just let me buy you one, trust me it will make you drink so much more water."
"No it won't, do not waste your money seriously." She'd huff at your stubbornness and go and buy you one anyway.
-I think she would workout at night or during the day if she can fit it in which rarely happens because she enjoys her mornings with you where you guys cuddle and chat and have breakfast together before she goes to work or gets started in the home office
-Does majority of the cooking because she really enjoys it and is also a chef, like she whips up three course meals so regularly like its nothing.
-You try and make dinner together on the weekends which equates to her micromanaging you until she gets too stressed watching you mess up and does it herself while you sit on the counter entertaining her.
-She always goes to sleep as big spoon and always wakes up as little spoon, every night, without failure. Also loves to lay on your stomach with her arms around your waist, one of her fav cuddling positions.
-She's the kind of person to ignore and persevere through a cold until she literally passes out and will get mad at you when you have to force her to rest but once she's comfy and has accepted she's ill she's such a baby.
-She would be so good with kids and they would all love her too like when you would go to family gatherings together all the kids would always be glued to her pulling her every which way
-loves dogs and cats and wants two of each
-loves home date nights where you cook together and watch films or play games whether its board, video or card games. Once you bought a fake police file and tried to figure out who the murderer was, it ended in a huge argument because you couldn't agree on who it was, you were so annoyed you made her sleep on the sofa but in the middle of night she sauntered back into your room and climbs into bed cuddling into you.
"Sorry babe, you were right." She kisses your forehead and you smile as you both go to sleep happily, Abby had managed to find the answer online but she didn't tell you that you were in fact wrong, she would rather be in bed cuddling you than prove she was right.
-I think she would want 3 kids, preferably boy, girl, boy or vice versa but she would be happy with any kids.
-If/when kids come along she starts working from home primarily and you watch them grow together.
-She would eventually want to move away from the city where she lived for an easy commute to work to a beautiful house in the country with large fields behind a huge back garden where the dogs and cats, and ducks all play with the kids.
-She would love reading crime thriller books but she also has a guilty pleasure for romance and sometimes she'll sit in bed with you and read you parts of the books. Can imagine older Abby refusing to get reading glasses because that makes her officially old but she’s literally holding the book as far as it will go and squinting so hard and she still can’t read it, you eventually give in and read it to her which only motivates her to not get glasses more because this was a way better option.
-Loves Family Guy, American Dad, South Park, all those kind of shows but if you put on a drama she'll grumble and then be hooked.
"Oh my god, oh my god, are you fucking kidding me? Noooooooo." Abby yells at the screen as she watches the season 1 finale of vampire diaries with you, you had started rewatching it as it was nostalgic and she made fun of you so much until you forced her to watch the episode you were watching.
Like I could so see her watching greys anatomy and sobbing when there's a major character death
-Goes to get mani pedis with you and she'll always get her nails painted to match the colour of yours even when you'd pick super bright to mess with her she'd get it without batting an eye.
-Of course she gets along super well with all your friends and family, sometimes you think they love her more than you 😀
okay that's all I got for now but I will probs do way more once the series is finished :))
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wileys-russo · 7 months
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mrs williamson II l.williamson x reader
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leah williamson supremecy always, all day every day
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"-and now it's charlies turn for show and tell!" you clapped your hands together to gain your students attention, their chatter slowly ceasing as you sent them an appreciative smile for their quick listening.
a knock on the door however had their heads turning and your eyebrows raising in surprise as your wife stood there with a sheepish smile, clad in her training tracksuit with her hands shoved in her pockets.
"okay 4D, everyone turn our listening ears on nice and loud for charlie and i'll be right back! take it away my friend." you gave the boy an encouraging grin as he launched into an animated recount of how he had broken his arm over the weekend, waving his bright blue cast around as he did.
"hi?" you stepped outside of the classroom, sending the blonde a surprised smile. "hi gorgeous, sorry for the interruption i tried to just leave it with reception but they said to come find you here." leah smiled apologetically, the two of you pulling one another into a quick hug as she sweetly kissed your cheek.
"you left your house keys and i've got late training, double session. figured you'd want to be able to get back inside tonight!" the girl grinned as she pulled away and you sighed appreciatively, pecking her lips as she dropped the keys into your hand.
"miss just got a kiss! miss just got a kiss!" your head snapped sideways meeting the cheeky grin of several bored eight year olds gathered in the door frame. at your warning look they all scattered, hurrying back to their seats as leah chuckled.
"i see the stern teacher look works on other people than just your sister then?" leah grinned in amusement, referring to her teammate alessia who was your younger sister and the reason the two of you had even crossed paths years ago in the first place.
"hey you've got an arsenal hoodie on! do you like football? miss williamson can she please come in and talk about football?" a different students head popped around the door frame, shooting both you and your wife his best puppy dog eyes.
you glanced to leah who gave you a small shrug, murmuring she didn't have training for another hour. "i guess it's my turn for show and tell then!" you chuckled, grabbing leahs hand and leading her inside, twenty sets of eager eyes following your every move.
"alright boys and girls! listening ears on again please. this is leah, she's a professional footballer and as russel pointed out she plays for arsenal." you introduced your wife who leant against your desk, folding her arms over her chest and sending your students a warm smile and a wave.
"miss that's not just a footballer that's leah williamson, she's the england captain and my sister loves her! she has her shirt too." william, another student, piped up enthusiastically from the back as the room.
"miss williamson if you and leah have the same last name, are you sisters?" one of the girls asked curiously and leah hid a laugh behind a fake cough as you sent her a firm warning.
"no julie, leah is my wife. i took her last name when we got married!" you explained patiently, your students all ohhing in response and their was a brief pause of silence before the room absolutely erupted into chatter, the kids all shooting question after question at your wife.
"okay 4D we do not yell over the top of one another! we use our manners and we wait our turn and display our..." you trailed off expectantly, nodding your head suggestively to this weeks words written on the board behind you.
"patience!" your students echoed back causing a bright smile of pride to tug at your lips, leah noticing as her heart melted, always having had the largest soft spot for the obvious passion you had for teaching and your students.
"okay who has a question for leah? hands up, she'll call on you one by one." you instructed as at least half the room raised their hands eagerly, wiggling impatiently in their chairs as leah chuckled and began to point them out.
"leah do you love miss williamson?" "most of the time." leah smiled cheekily in response causing a few giggles to break out from the kids surrounding her.
"leah does miss williamson snore?" "oh yes, she sounds like a truck!" leah answered, mocking the noise as your cheeks flushed bright red and even more giggles met leahs ears, causing her grin to grow.
"leah what's your favourite thing about football?" "oh thats a hard one! but i think playing in a team and having lots of really supportive people around you on the pitch, the girls i play with at england and at arsenal are some of my very best friends." leah answered sincerely as you nudged your shoulder into hers with a soft smile.
a half hour later and you had to interrupt the game of two touch leah had got going on with your students using a crumpled up piece of paper, quietly reminding her that she had training and clapping out a pattern to gain the attention of the room, your kids clapping it back and settling somewhat.
"leah has to go to training now! but can we all please give her a big cheer and a thank you for spending her time speaking with us today?" you called out as your students echoed an enthusiastic thank you, a few of them rushing in to hug leah who tensed in surprise before her face softened and she ruffled their hair and pat at their backs before they went racing back to their desks at your request.
"everyone grab out your books please! quiet reading time until the lunch bell goes, i'll be right outside so i will hear if anyones chitter chattering, remember my listening ears are always on!" you warned tugging at your ears as leah smiled softly and your students giggled but did as you asked.
"thank you lee, they loved that." you stepped outside and walked leah a few feet away with a smile, wrapping your arms around her neck as hers snaked around your waist, the blonde pressing a tender kiss into your hair.
"i loved that. would you maybe want me to come back with some of the girls? run a little friendly game and do some easy drills?" your wife offered as you made a face of surprise.
"if you have time? they would actually go mental if you could." you agreed eagerly, your wife reassuring she was sure it would be fine but she would check with jonas this afternoon.
"maybe on a friday afternoon, i know you said they go stir crazy so close to the weekend." leah chuckled and you sighed, nodding in agreement at how hard fridays were to keep them all engaged.
"that would actually be perfect. but you better go baby, you'll be late and i don't fancy hearing you moan about all the extra laps you'll have to run if you are!" you teased, your blonde rolling her eyes and pinching playfully at your side for the comment, pecking your lips a few times.
"miss got another kiss! miss got another kiss!" "4D i told you my listening ears are on!"
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"i'm home!" you heard the front door open and your wife call our tiredly, hearing her kit bag thump to the floor as her sliders squeaked across the floor, the girl making a brief stop in the kitchen to chug a glass of water.
"in here love!" you called back, curled up on the lounge with your laptop on your knees, lesson planning for the week ahead. "hello gorgeous." your wife sighed and you were quick to move your laptop to the side as leah collapsed tiredly on top of you.
"tough session?" you hummed, running your hands through her hair as she nodded, face pressed into your stomach. "my arms feel like they're going to fall off, my legs are like jelly, can we just sleep here on the lounge?" leah mumbled into your top as you let out a beat of laughter and she moved so her chin rested on your chest, looking up at you with a tired but loving smile.
"i think i have something to lift your spirits baby." you gently tapped at her to signal you were going to get up, the blonde rolling off of you as you stood, rummaging through your work bag.
"you made quite the impression!" you smiled softly, handing leah a stack of papers as your wife pulled herself into a sitting position and began to rifle through them, her face softening significantly as she did.
"they did these for me?" leah asked quietly, eyes scanning the brightly coloured drawings with a tender gaze and you hummed your confirmation, sitting back down beside her and stretching your legs across her lap.
"i was ordered they were to go straight to you from my bag as soon as i next saw you or else i would be in some serious trouble with the artists." you teased, leah flicking through them again with a beaming grin.
"thank you, that's made my day." leah grinned, carefully placing the stack of papers down on the coffee table and pawing at your hoodie, needily pulling your body properly on top of hers and burying her face in your neck.
"i love you, mrs williamson."
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"okay my friends listening ears on please! settle down, settle down." you clapped and called out over the incredibly restless group of children who were bouncing from foot to foot, whispering excitedly to one another as the looked toward the small huddle of women stood behind you.
"now i know we are all very excited, but i need some calm and some quiet so we can meet our new friends!" you stood back a little and gestured for them to step forward, everyone gathered on the oval for the final hour left of the school day.
"now this is alessia, steph, caitlin, katie, lotte and we all already know leah." you introduced as each girl gave a wave and a grin to the group of children stood in front of them. "your wife!" one of the boys piped up with a cheeky grin and a giggle as you sighed but nodded, rewarded with a chorus of fake kissing noises.
"okay enough of that or we'll go back inside and do our timetables!" you warned as a hush instantly fell, smiling happily and stepping aside for leah to take the reigns.
"you look like miss williamson!" one of the girls pointed to alessia with a frown as your sister smiled. "that's because she's my little sister" you explained, again a round of ohh's coming from your students in response.
"her big little sister!" alessia smirked, the much taller girl patting your head mockingly causing the children to giggle, leah stepping in and beginning to speak.
"the bossiness isn't just reserved for your friends and family? those poor children." alessia tutted from beside you as leah explained the first training drill your class was going to do, using katie and lotte for a demonstration.
"alessia if you so much as utter one word that i find inappropriate or teach them anything they don't need to know about me, i promise on nonna i will tell gio exactly how his pool table got broken." you murmured quietly to the blonde stood beside you who shot you a filthy look at the threat but remained quiet, bumping her shoulder into you and walking off after lotte with her assigned group.
"leave her alone!" leah chuckled pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as you rolled your eyes. "you always take her side, you're supposed to be my wife! i am sick and tired of the two of you teaming up against me." you huffed with a shake of your head.
"i am technically her sister in law, i'm just being supportive!" leah teased, grabbing at your waist and stealing a kiss when no one was looking, whispering for you to stop being grumpy before jogging off to help katie.
despite that the afternoon went off without any real issues, your students as expected absolutely adoring the girls and an afternoon full of physical exercise and sunshine.
"miss williamson its your turn now!" one of the boys kicked the ball at you, all of them taking turns to shoot at goal as you shook your head. "this is meant to be fun for all of you not for me!" you kicked the ball back as your students all began to protest your decision.
"she's just scared she'll miss!" alessia teased from where she stood in goal beside lotte, cocking an eyebrow at you challengingly, leahs hand coming to rest on the small of your back from where she stood watching on beside you.
"you won't miss, we believe in you!" one of the girls shouted, half of your students all cheering you on as the others took your sisters side, joining in as she boo'd you.
"i think you have to now babe, you've riled them up again." leah chuckled quietly, rubbing your back comfortingly as you sighed, stepping forward toward the goal as the cheers got louder and lotte swiftly stepped out of goal, mumbling a good luck to her blonde best friend.
"come on, surely you've grown out of your two left feet by now!" your sister mocked, you having had the pleasure of growing up relentlessly teased by both her and your older brothers for your astounding lack of athletic ability.
"go on williamson, show her what you're made of!" katie encouraged with a grin, squatted down amongst the kids and starting a clap and chant of your name.
only spurred on further by the confident smile on alessia's smug face, countless memories of having footballs kicked at your head and being forced to stand in goal by your brothers, you placed down the ball and took a step back.
taking a step forward you connected with the ball as it sky rocketed and headed right for alessia's face, your sisters expression paling as she ducked and there was a swish as the ball smacked against the back of the net.
your students all screamed in delight right as the bell rang, and you yelled out over the top of them a big thank you for being so well behaved, wishing them all a safe and happy weekend.
you helped your wife to pack up the goals as half your students all raced off, eager to start their weekend whilst others hung around chatting to the girls. "i'd be watching your back if i was you love." leah grinned, nodding to a very unimpressed look plastered on your younger sisters face as she shot you a dirty glare.
"i know about far too many things she did behind our parents back for her to do anything, she's all bark and no bite." you chuckled, grabbing the cones and leading leah over to the sports shed where everything was stored.
you were caught off guard as your wife closed the door and promptly pressed you against it, wasting no time connecting her lips to yours, not having a chance to show you much affection all afternoon.
"you know i might have paid attention in school if teachers looked like you my girl." the blonde rasped into your ear with a cheeky grin, peppering butterly kisses down your jaw as you smacked at her shoulder.
"i didn't know you had a teacher and student fantasy darling?" you teased, your wife rolling her eyes and nipping at your neck as you warned her firmly about leaving marks, reminding you were still in your workplace.
"i married you for your mind and not just your stunning good looks, obviously." leah tutted, grinning as she sweetly pecked your lips a few times and pushed off of you, moving to open the door but frowning as it didn't budge. "it's old, it gets stuck sometimes!" you rolled your eyes, but frowning as you tried but also couldn't budge it.
though as you glanced out the window and locked eyes with a familiar mop of blonde hair and a smirk, your eyes narrowed. "open it! right now alessia." you ordered firmly, yelling so she could hear you as your sister only cupped a hand to her ear with a confused frown, mocking that she couldn't hear you as katie doubled over with laughter, stood beside her.
"russo." leah intervened, pushing you lightly out of the way as you opened your mouth to let your sister have it, your wife sending the younger girl a stern look who huffed, rolling her eyes and disappearing, the sound of movement indicating she'd removed whatever was blocking the door.
"you know in any other circumstances i'd have taken full advantage of being locked in a room with you mrs williamson." leah husked out in your ear, hands teasingly roaming your body beneath your polo as her lips pressed a tender kiss behind your ear.
"if you're trying to distract me from murdering alessia, it's not working." you huffed, your wife tugging you away from the door and once more holding you against it, pressing her lips to yours in a bruising kiss, removing the air from your lungs.
"better?" leah pulled away with a smug smile, pressing one more kiss to your lips as you nodded a little dazed and leah opened the door.
"alessia you better start running!"
leah rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest, stepping out of the sports shed and standing beside steph and katie with a shake of her head, watching as you chased after your sister.
that was her girl, and she loved you endlessly for it.
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thvhoe · 9 months
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PAIRING: Boxer Jungkook x Ballerina Reader
GENRE: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, BOXER AU, DANCE AU, SMUT, ANGST, FLUFF
SYNOPSIS:
When the chance for a whole weekend alone with Jungkook arises, it becomes a perfect time to deepen your connection. In those moments filled with affectionate kisses and shared secrets, a realization hit you–love isn't about finding a carbon copy of yourself but about finding someone who completes you in ways you never knew possible.
WARNINGS: abusive parents, drugs, making out, Jungkook breaking in again (sorta), cursing, they get naked👀, sexual tension, they're complete opposites, cringe nicknames, reader is insecure, polar opposites dynamics, emo boy Jk, inexperienced reader
A/N: Ofc this got longer than expected again😭💕 your feedback means a lot to me, have so so much fun reading this, and I'm super excited to hear what you guys think. 321 let's go
"Pink or purple? Pink or purple?" You mutter under your breath, holding up the two pairs of earrings next to your ear and contemplating your choice.
The pink ones would add a pop of colour to your baby pink pjs, while the purple ones added a touch of...'I've got my shit together.'
It's a simple decision–pink or purple–but it felt weirdly important right now.
Just as you're about to make your selection, a sudden knock on your window startles you. Your heart skips a beat as you turn towards the sound, dropping one of the earrings in the process "Oh!"
Hastily, you slide on the remaining pair—those purple-ish earrings that your mom bought you recently—and make your way towards the balcony you're met with the sight of Jeon Jungkook, standing there with a smirk.
His choice of clothing, from the big Balenciaga stompers to the oversized shirt and slacks, shows that maybe you were getting too into your head about your own outfit.
And of course, his hair, always slightly messy from riding his bike, adds to his usual charm.
You shake your head, a smile playing on your lips, as you approach Jungkook. Opening the window, you let him inside, and he steps in with a playful remark. "I was wondering if you forgot about me out here," he jokes, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His hands waste no time, finding their place on your hips, drawing you closer to him.
"I'm sorry I couldn't decide what earrings to wear and-" you begin to ramble, feeling a hint of panic. But Jungkook interrupts you with a gentle laugh. "Woah there, sugar, I was just teasing you," he reassures you, before leaning in, his lips meeting yours in a brief but wet kiss.
It's a gesture that feels comfortable and natural, as if you've known each other for much longer than you actually had
As he steps into the room, you can't help but notice how much Jungkook didn't fit into the pink aesthetic of your room, you never really noticed until now, as he sits down on your bed comfortably, on top of your hello kitty blanked, you couldn't help but giggle to yourself.
"What's so funny, Y/n?" His deep voice startles you, causing you to jump up slightly. With pursed lips, you quickly turn around to face him, your eyes meeting his in surprise. "Uh... I..." you stutter, your words stumbling under his presence.
But before you can gather your thoughts, make out an actual sentence, Jungkook's hand reaches out towards you, his fingers adorned with heavy, metal rings, and he firmly wraps them around your shirt, pulling you closer to him.
Confusion and curiosity fills your mind as you find yourself drawn between his legs. His touch sends a tingling sensation through your body, making your heart race.
"Didn't know my usual voice intimidated you," he chuckles softly, leaning his chin against your belly, he looks up at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Did you lock the door?" he asks, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.
Attempting to maintain your composure, you manage to nod in response to his question, confirming that you did, a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips.
His smirk widens as he sits up straight, and without any warning, he leans in and captures your lips with his own. The kiss is tender and filled with affection–short as always sadly.
Breaking the kiss slightly, he murmurs against your lips, "so soft," his voice barely audible.
Lost in the moment, Jungkook's lips brush against yours once more, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
"I love the way your lips feel, kiss me again" he smirks against your own, challenging you to make the first move this time.
Biting your lip, you find yourself gazing deeply into Jungkook's eyes, mischief reflecting in your own. With a slight pull away, his raised eyebrows prompt you to silence him by pressing a finger against your lips.
You casually make your way to the bathroom, retrieving something before returning in a matter of seconds with two colorfull peel-off masks in hand.
Jungkook curiously nods his head towards them "fucks that?" leaning against both his hands on the bed and manspreading, he asks, prompting a smirk to form on your face.
"These are face masks," you explain, your voice light and casual. "I did mention it's a sleepover, right? So we've got to cover all the basics." You shrug playfully and hop onto your bed, settling down beside him with a bright smile, eagerly waiting for him to join you.
"Fucking face masks?" he exclaims, laughter escaping his lips. For a moment, you wonder if it's directed at you, but then his smile softens, and he removes his stompers to join you in the midst of the cozy bright pink bed.
"I don't think we have the same skin types," he remarks, as he gets comfortable besides you.
"I know," you retort, lifting one of the peel-off masks in your hand. "This one's for mixed skin, and the other one's for oily skin like mine. You can have this one," you say, handing him the mask made for mixed skin.
But before Jungkook can reach for the mask, you playfully retract your hand with a pout, teasing him for a moment. "Hold on a second," you interject, pointing your finger at him accusingly
"There's one more rule: no cursing." You flash him a mischievous smile. "Every time you let a curse slip, you owe me one scoop of ice cream." Mentally patting yourself on the back for this brilliant idea, you can't help but love the idea of nice cold ice cream in the warm summer weather outside.
Jungkook shrugs, accepting the 'challenge' "Fine," he agrees tilting his head teasingly "But you know I'd still buy you ice cream regardless, right?" But he's willing to go along with your game.
You can't help but laugh in response, "Oh, I know, Kookie," you reply, using his endearing nickname. "But this way, I get to enjoy the ice cream guilt-free. It's a win-win situation for me!" You giggle
"You feel guilty when I buy you ice cream?" Jungkook asks, his tone now serious, a hint of confusion in his voice. He raises an eyebrow, genuinely curious to your response.
"Well, it's not that I feel guilty," you reply, mindlessly shrugging off his concern. "It's just that I'm not used to people doing nice things for me, you know?"
Jungkook's expression softens, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Ah, I see," he murmurs. "But you should know by now that I don't mind. I genuinely enjoy treating you and making you happy." His hand reaches out to your cheek, softly brushing over it.
A warm smile spreads across your face as his words sink in "yeah, I know," you say, your voice filled with shyness. "And I appreciate it more than you can imagine, Jungkook. I really do."
The atmosphere between you becomes warmer, the vibe of the room shifting from casual to a comfortable understanding between you two.
You smile, "Alright, let's do this. Since you're my guest, you get the glittery one." You hand him the sparkly mask with a cute smile.
Jungkook looks at you, a mix of curiosity and amusement gleaming in his eyes, as he examines the mask, raising a brow.
"Sugar... how do I even apply this shit?" He asks and you jump up immediately to help him out. "No swearing! But here-" you scrawl over to him "I got you!" you smile
"First, you open it up like this." Demonstrating, you crack open the foil "and now, you have to get your face free from any stray hair." You head to your nightstand and grab a hair tie, tying up Jungkook's hair, making sure it's all neat and tidy.
You look at him for a second, realizing you'd never seen him without his bangs. And he lets you.
Oh how cute
"Next step is simple–just apply it on your face. But b careful, though and don't get any on your eyebrows!" you tell him
"Got it, got it," he nods with intense concentration, getting some of the mask on his fingers and smearing it on his cheek. "Is it good like this?" he asks, looking at you with a confused frown and you can't help but burst into giggles, nodding as you try to regain your composure.
"Yes, like that," you manage to say between laughs as you help him out as best as you can.
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You find yourself cozily sat on Jungkook's lap, snuggled against his warm but oddly comforting chest, while a movie plays on your laptop in front of you.
Both of you still have your face masks on–doing their magic. But only five minutes into the movie, you catch Jungkooks hand inching towards his face to scratch it, "no scratching! You'll ruin the mask" you scold, gently clasping his hand in yours.
"Damn but It's so fucking itchy, I swear my fucking face is being tickled by a million feathers-" Jungkook complains, and you quickly lean back to give him a wide eyes look.
"Three! You managed to drop three swear words in a single sentence, Jungkook?" you scold, purposly exaggerating your tone.
"Come on, quit the whining. This face mask is working wonders for your skin" you insist
Jungkook's eyes go wide as he hears your words, playfully pinching your side in defense. "I'm gonna go take it off now, sugar," he says, getting off the bed. But you quickly stop him, whining
"No! We still have 5 more minutes." You pout and try to drag him back to bed, but you end up just grabbing his arms and hanging your entire weight on them while he just...stands there, unmoving.
"Kook" you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. "You're not taking beauty night serious. You can't just take off the mask whenever you feel like it. Come on, you have to take this seriously... it doesn't work this way" you complain.
"You have to follow the instructions on the foil" you frown, but Jungkook can't help but laugh at the way your face just looks so cute with that mask on.
"Fu- fine" he shakes his head "5 more minutes and then were doing something I want" he raises his brow
"Okay" you shrug, getting back into bed, Jungkooks hand in yours as you get comfy against him again, this time sitting between his legs
"So, what is it that you want to do?" you ask, looking back at him, completely disregarding the movie playing.
Jungkook just smirks, his hands finding your sides as he pulls you closer. "Wouldn't you like to know, sugar?"
You tilt your head, a look of confusion on your face. "Yeah, I wanna know," you say, your eyes finding his as you shift your focus to him.
"I mean, we've got a few options here, but... I don't know," you shrug, flashing a smile. "I do have some old cardgames, though, we could give those a shot. They might be a bit boring, though." You shrug
"Oh, and besides that...well, that's about it," you giggle, unsure of what else to say
"Mh" Jungkook hums, hiding his face in your neck making you blush. "My girls' a curious one now is she" he nudges his nose with your own earning a giggle.
"I just want to know what I'm getting into with your idea" you defend yourself but in reality...yeah you were a curious person by nature.
The movie keeps playing in the background, providing the perfect vibe as you playfully tease each other. Your night couldn't be any better–it's an absolute dream filled with laughter and playful pouts. There are a few scoffs thrown in for good measure, just because Jungkooks teasing nature could be a little much at times.
And every now and then, a stolen kiss interrupts the laughter, adding a touch of romance to the night.
The sound of your phone's ringtone snaps you back to reality though, signaling the long awaited end of those five minutes. "Thank fuck" Jungkook, clearly worn out from wearing his face mask, lets out a groan as he stands up.
"language," you quip as you point your finger at him, unable to contain your amusement
"That has to be at least five scoops of ice cream already" with a giggle, you cross your arms and make your way towards the bathroom, ready to take off your masks.
"Ugh, seriously, this damn face mask is driving me insane-" Jungkook grumbles, his voice laced with annoyance in the process of painfully removing the mask from his face, and as he peels it off, he can't help but notice some of the glitter sticking to his fingers "fuck"
With a giggle, you glance over at him, already done removing your own mask. "Come on, Kookie, just rip it off! Liek a bandaid" you suggest, a amused glint in your eyes. You can't help but find his struggle cute, but you're all ready to come to the rescue.
"Alright, like bandaid then" he groans, fueled with your encouragement, but you quickly take his hand off his face carefully taking a hold of the edges of the mask that are still clinging to his face, ready to rip it off.
With a swift motion, you strip away the remaining mask, revealing Jungkook's soft, glitter free skin. "There you go, all clear" you smile
Jungkook rubs his face with his hands, feeling the cool air on his skin. "Ah, I can finally breathe"
You playfully pat his cheek, liking the softness of his skin "dramatic" you remark.
"Can't take on a pink glitter face mask Mr. Fearless Boxer?" you quip, a smirk playing on your lips. But Jungkook quickly cuts you off, his eyebrow raised in teasingly. Before you can even react, he swiftly grabs your waist and effortlessly lifts you onto the sink counter, catching you completely pff guard.
Jungkook's grin widens, clearly enjoying the way your cheeks heat up. He knows you well enough to know that you wouldn't take it any further, but he still decides to push your limits. "Come on, sugar, don't be shy now," he playfully pokes your rib, leaning closer to you.
You raise an eyebrow "shy...? me? never," you pout.
As Jungkook's eyes lock with yours, his face mere inches away. The proximity allows you to catch a smell of his perfume.
"Let's take a shower together," he suggests, his voice gentle and filled with no bad intentions. "I haven't showered yet, I came here immediately after practise"
This only adds to the blush already forming on your cheeks.
Your mind races, trying to process his unexpected question. Why would he want to shower together?
Your voice comes out in a whisper, barely audible, as you look down "What...together? Why?" The words escape your lips hesitantly.
nervousness washes over you. It's not that you're ashamed of your body–you're confident in your own skin. However, the thought of him seeing you completely naked, vulnerable in every way, sends shivers down your spine.
Being exposed, both physically and emotionally, even to someone you care about the way you care about Jungkook is nervewracking.
You trust Jungkook. Jungkook cares for you, you know he does. But you can't help but blush even further.
Jungkook's gaze softens, his eyes filled with understanding as he senses your hesitance. He reaches out and gently lifts your chin, your gaze meeting his "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, sugar," he whispers, "I just thought it could be a moment for us to...connect?"
Connect...
His genuine words make you melt.
You think you're ready...
No
You know you're ready.
You take a deep breath, "Okay" you finally respond, "Let's do it." You nod
Jungkook meets your gaze one last time before removing his shirt. Your eyes unwillingly wander to his bare torso, revealing his perfectly toned abs and an adorable hint of a tummy, a small trail of hair leading down to his crotch area.
But you quickly avert your gaze, not wanting to make him uncomfortable by staring.
Deep down, you can't deny the truth. You've never seen a naked man before, and the unfamiliarity of the situation makes you even more nervous.
How were you supposed to act? What if you make him uncomfortable?
As Jungkook continues undressing, you steal small glances, appreciating that he was taking the first step.
"This is all so new to me," you confess, your voice a whisper
Jungkook's eyes soften, his understanding evident as he reaches out to gently brush your cheek with his hand. "I dont wanna make you feel uncomfortable, you can back out any minute and head to your room to wait for me" he admits, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Let's take it slow, okay? No rush"
With a grateful smile, you nod
As Jungkook stands before you in nothing but his boxers, he takes your hand, guiding you back down from the sink counter. A smirk forms across his lips as he playfully closes his eyes, promising not to peek.
His lighthearted joke brings a smile to your face, and you can't help but appreciate the gesture, knowing that he'll eventually see you naked anyway.
With a deep breath, you gather your courage and begin undressing. You remove your top first, feeling a sigh escape your lips as the cold air hits your now exposed chest.
Next your pants, taking them off slowly. Your heart beats a little faster, aware that you're now standing in front of Jungkook, only in your panties.
"Done," you whisper, your voice barely audible as you place your hands in front of your chest. It's a reflexive gesture, a way to shield yourself from him even though you're already pretty exposed.
Jungkook's eyes open, taking a step closer, his voice is soft. "You're beautiful," he murmurs
You begin to relax, feeling onfidence rise within you. Slowly, you unclasp your hands, letting them fall to your sides meeting Jungkook's gaze
"My pretty girl"
Blushing at Jungkook's words, you lean against his chest, seeking comfort and a sense of protection.
Sensing your shyness, Jungkook lifts you up, carrying you towards the shower, his strong arms keeping you in a safe embrace.
As you both move closer to the shower, Jungkook playfully tugs at the waistband of your panties, "You wanna keep these on?" His question isn't a mere tease; he genuinely wants to make sure you're comfortable and respect your boundaries.
"Take them off" you utter in a barely audible voice
Without hesitation, Jungkook sets you down gently and crouches down, his eyes never leaving yours. As he begins to remove your panties, his face comes very close to your private area.
Surprisingly, though you don't feel a bit of shame or embarrassment–theres no reason to feel it
Jungkook frees you from your panties and plants a tender kiss on your tigh, before standing back up
You watch as Jungkook proceeds to remove his own boxers. With a quick motion, they slip off, revealing his naked self.
You don't stare
At least you hope you're not...
Clearing his throat and fixing his hair, Jungkook takes charge of starting the shower, positioning himself under the warm stream of water as it washes down his body.
You know hes waiting for you to join him and after a few moments, you step into the shower, grabbing hold of his arm and snuggling against him, seeking closeness.
"How was practice?" you ask, handing him the shampoo
"Give and take," he groans, his tone reflecting a hint of frustration. "I keep messing up towards the end." You nod although you may not fully understandi the way of the boxing scene, you know the dedication and effort it requires
"Are you hurt anywhere? Like...do you get hurt?" Your question reveals your limited knowledge about sport
Jungkook takes a moment to gather his thoughts before responding, "sometimes, yeah" he admits.
"Boxing can be intense, and injuries are part of the game. But I take care, wear protective gear"
You listen attentively, absorbing every word, nodding as he speaks
Reaching for the shampoo, you begin to lather it into your hair as well, the rosy scent filling the hot shower.
As the water continues to clean both your bodies you suddenly feel Jungkooks hand on your body, his lips on your neck as he places a kiss
He's quick to put some gel on his hand, starting to clean your body without further intentions than to help you out
As he reaches your chest, Jungkook pauses, his hands lingering on your tummy "Do you mind?" he asks, a hint of hesitation in his voice.
You shake your head, a smile playing on your lips. "Go ahead," you reply, giving him the green light to proceed
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After you both finish rinsing off, you turn off the shower, stepping out first to grab some towels.
Wrapping yourself up, you can't help but comment, "That wasn't too bad" You glance over at Jungkook, who seems in no hurry to cover up his, well, assets.
"It's a normal thing for couples to do, but if you're not comfortable with it, we don't have to do it again" He meets your gaze with a reassuring smile closing his eyes and running the towel through his wet hair. He then wraps the same towel around his hips, hiding the part that poked you in the back earlier.
However, you decide not to mention it, these things happen when you're pressed together in the close confines of a shower.
You couldn't deny the fact that Jungkook looked incredibly attractive with his halfwet hair almost like he came out of a movi.
"Well, that was damn refreshing," Jungkook remarks, strolling over to his bag and retrieving a pack of cigarettes.l after putting on a shirt and boxers. He opens your balcony window wide and steps outside onto the balcony. "You mind?" He glances back at you and asks as he lights up a cigarette and takes a drag.
"Well, your already lit it" you shrug, crossing your arms as you make your way over to your dresser.
While Jungkook indulges in his smoking habit, you can't help but feel a bit of concern. You don't particularly like it, but you understand that there must be a reason behind it.
As you start getting dressed, your gaze occasionally drifts towards him. He stands by the window, gazing out at your garden–a view he must have grown accustomed to during his nighttime visits.
It's in these quiet moments that you wonder what thoughts occupy his mind–was he worried about a fight? Did he maybe even think about you?
"I'm all dressed now," you say standing behind Jungkook as he takes his final drag from the cigarette, flicking it into an empty beer can from earlier.
Sensing your tiredness he turns to you and asks, "You want to get some sleep?"
You nod, a yawn escaping your lips. "Let's do that," you agree, eager to crawl into bed and catch up on some sleep.
"Good night Sugar"
"Good night Kook"
There's a moment where you think he fell asleep, until he speaks up once more
"Sugar?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's do this again sometime" he whispers into your ear hugging you closer
"Let's do it again" you nod
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rafedaddy01 · 5 months
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Summary: reader and Rafe are enemies, but their families are super close so they are forced to go on a trip together where they end up sharing a room. One thing leads to another and they end up sharing more than just a room together.
Warnings: smut
Notes: this was a request. It was anonymous so I’m not sure who sent it in but thank you! Btw, I got ALL of your guys’s requests, thank you so much!!! I asked and you guys really delivered. I will get all of them just be patient with me 🧡🥹
You and Rafe NEVER got along. It was a mutual thing.
Anytime your family would gather the two of you would just spend the entire time arguing, about little things.
For example, one time your family was at Rafes house and the way he chewed with his mouth opened bothered you. You kindly asked him to stop and he went off on you. He is such a drama queen.
So when you got the news that your two families would be going camping together… boy oh boy. It would definitely be an eventful weekend.
“Great” you curse under your breath as you try to set up your tent but struggle. You hear snickering behind you and turn to see the eldest Cameron.
You roll your eyes and turn back around.
“Y/n. You’ll be sharing a tent with Rafe”
“What!” You exclaim back to your mother who rolls her eyes at your annoyance.
“Don’t make a scene! Be a reasonable person. You know Sarah has issues with you” you mother explains.
You roll your eyes.
Sarah.
She hated you and for no reason at that.
She could sometimes be worse than her older brother, sometimes.
“Fine” you grumble as you unzip your tent and carry your bag inside.
“Hi roomie”
You roll your eyes as the vein in your forehead try’s to burst free.
“Careful, one day they’ll get stuck like that”
“Good. Then I won’t have to look at you anymore”
Rafe steps back and places a hand over his heart, almost like you had hurt him. “Ouch” he says sarcastically. “And I thought you were starting to like me”
“In your dreams Cameron. There isn’t a bone in my body that could ever like you” your up in his face at this point.
He looks down at you with a smirk.
“Not one?” He asks smugly.
You cock an eyebrow at him
“Not even.. if I do this?”
His fingertips smoothly trail up your waist and arms, coming up to push the hair off your neck and he gives you a genuine smile before locking eyes with you. “Or this..?”
He leans down and places a soft kiss to your neck.
“Ra-“
“Y/n! Rafe! Come out here, we’re getting ready for dinner”
Your moan gets cut off my your fathers voice. You push Rafe off and glare at him as he looks you up and down before turning away and laughing.
“I hate you”
You walk out of the tent and go help prepare dinner.
The rest of the night goes as usual. You and Rafe have your bickering and the rest of the family gets a migraine from it. But something about this bickering is different, it’s almost like… flirting?
At the end of the night your too exhausted to stay up and listen to the adults blab on about business so you tell everyone good night and trail off to your tent.
Rafe was already there and you quietly unzip the tent but stop when you heart soft moans.
“Oh fuck” his voice is quiet but it’s audible for how close you are to the tent.
A smirk forms on your face as you decide to mess with Rafe yourself.
You sit there and listen to him touching himself when he says something that catches you off guard “oh y/n, shit right there”
Your eyes widen as you register what you just heard.
You unzip the tent and push inside, quickly closing it behind you and rushing to rafe.
“What the fuck Cameron!” You punch his arm as he scrambles to get dressed.
“Your disgusting” you go to turn around but are tugged back
“Come on. Don’t say you haven’t thought about it. All this love-hate game we got going is pretty fun, but let me have my own kinda fun now” he leans in to kiss you and for whatever reason you don’t move.
Rafes lips capture yours and it’s.. nice?
He softly groans against your mouth as you open wider and he sucks on your tongue.
“Fuck..” he breaths out as he pulls away.
“This doesn’t mean I don’t hate you”
You quickly tear off your cloths and watch Rafe do the same as you push him down and start straddling him.
“We have to be quiet”
You grasp his hard dick and stroke it a few times as he hisses at you. “Shit”
You smirk as you align it to your entrance and sink down “fuck, rafe”
You stay still for a moment as you try to adjust, but Rafe is impatient.
He sits up and grabs your ass before roughly slamming up into you.
You bite down on his shoulder as you try to keep quiet.
“Rafe” you whisper against his neck as he gets more viscous with his thrusts.
“Shit y/n, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck the best out of you”
You clench around his length as his confession
“Fuck! You like that don’t you. You little slut, like the idea of me disciplining you?” He gives your ass a little swat as you start rocking your hips.
“Shit, rafe” you grab your tits as you toy with the nipples and Rafe watches you with lustful eyes.
“I’m c-close!” You quietly moan as Rafe flips you over and slams into you repeatedly.
You clamp down onto his cock as he swells inside you.
“Fuck rafe, pull out!” You arch your back as your release nears.
“Shit shit shit” Rafe curses as he thrusts once, twice, and on the third time cums deep inside you.
He catches his breath before pulling out and his cum seeps out of you.
“What the fuck Cameron! I told you to pull out!” You whisper-yell as you push him off you and cover yourself with the blanket.
He runs his fingers through his hair and laughs as he lays down on the makeshift bed.
“You better get on birth control because I plan on doing that again”
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jongseongsnudes · 3 months
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THE NIKI DRABBLE WAS SO ADORBSSSS CAN I PLEASE MAKE A REQUEST!
- Haruto (!!the instigator!!) helps the couple back together after a dumb fight
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0.8k words. slight angst, cringey & fluffyyyyyyy.
“nishimura is the most annoying-est person to ever live! why does everyone like him!”
“you like him.”
“not only that! but he has the audacity to yell at me for what? for trying to help him?”
“that’s your fault. you’re dating him.”
you stop complaining and glare over to haruto, who was too busy driving to notice your newly raised brows.
“watanabe you’re not helping.”
“well not my fault you’re both headaches,” he shrugs as he pulls into taki’s drive way, the loud music coming from the house already attacking your poor ears.
with taki’s parents out of town for the weekend, the boy had gathered the team over for a little get together. but boys being boys, of course they forget to prepare anything other than themselves.
so here you were, coming back from the supermarket with loads of snacks and drinks.
“i’ll see you inside miss class president,” he disappears before you could even respond, leaving you with all the grocery bags in his car boot.
although you had this problem to figure out, your mind was more distracted by something else instead. your boyfriend.
it was pretty normal for you and niki to bicker on the daily, usually over nothing and it’d end as quick as it began. but today’s bickering session unfortunately ended with him saying something hurtful and you saying something out of line.
a stupid fight yet you’re both giving each other the cold shoulder, just because you're both too stubborn to admit it.
“why are you pushing me watanabe?” your boyfriend’s sudden deep voice breaks you from your thoughts, the boy now standing at the front door with haruto behind him.
“you two are so annoying. make up or break up before you come back inside,” haruto says as he pushes niki out and shuts the door with a thud, trapping you both outside together.
you sigh and walk to haruto's boot, not paying too much attention to the team captain who is currently banging on the front door like the maniac that he was.
to your surprise, the tall boy appears beside you only a second later, hands reaching out for the grocery bags but you ignore it.
“let me take them in.”
“i don’t need your help.”
“they are heavy,” he reaches for them again, only for you to push him away slightly, “i’ll take them-”
“no i can do it myself!”
“you are so damn stubborn!” the boy yells as he slams the boot closed out of the blue, startling you. he doesn’t give you the time to respond and immediately lifts you up by the waist, placing you to sit on the boot. to prevent you from getting away, niki places both his hands on either sides of you, trapping you in completely.
although you’re supposed to be giving him the cold shoulder, you can’t help but swoon for a moment. swoon at how god damn breath taking he looked this close.
if you weren’t currently fighting, you probably would’ve kissed him already.
“nishimura move.”
“no, we need to talk. right now.”
“alright, what do you want to talk about?” you fold your arms, your expression much more sulky compared to his current angry one, “is it what haruto said... break up?”
“what- what the hell!” the boy seemed even angrier than before, his hands raised in the air like you had just said the most insane thing, “you fucking wish!”
his response catches you off guard, your mind unable to come up with anything to say other than gulp.
“baby,” he says in a much calmer tone, the boy now chuckling to himself, “funny of you to think you’ll ever successfully get away from me.”
“then? you’ve been ignoring me the whole day, even when i tried to talk to you earlier.”
“i’m sorry i was being stupid... i didn’t mean to yell at you either,” he reaches to softly cup your cheeks, making you look at him, “can you forgive your handsome, tall, smart, athletic boyfriend?”
the disgusted face you automatically make has the boy in complete stitches and you immediately follow suit, the two of you laughing loudly amongst yourselves like two crazy people.
it reminded you of why you fell for him in the first place and why you still liked him.
“i don’t know. depends on-”
he leans in, kissing you and shutting you up.
“as i was saying! depends on-”
and he kisses you again, shutting you up again.
“just say you want me to kiss you and i’ll do it. no need to play these dirty tricks with me, miss class president.”
“i was not-”
just as you expected, he kisses you again, only this time it melts your heart even more than the last. the view of niki smiling and so giddy into the kiss, always something your heart can barely survive through.
“you’re lucky i like kissing you miss class president.”
“well shut up and do it then nishimura-”
“oh god i think my lunch is coming up. oh no i’m gagging,” both you and niki turn to taki’s voice, just to see the entire team now standing on the front porch, all making gagging faces at the sight of their team captain and his girlfriend.
kissing.
“you’re all going to SUFFER at practice tomorrow!!!”
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Bully gojo and shy oc !! Who always torments you and humiliates you. Makes you do all his works and you do out of fear. You don't question him and feels smug . He tells how he hates you( but actually he likes her a lot but he doesn't confess because ypu keep rejecting every guy so he thinks you don't accept him either) and tells you that you are just a burden on this earth but then you get into an accident and don't come to scl for a week. Gojo doesn't know what happened to you and can't find out cuz you don't have frnds either. After a week you come to schl with a bandage to your head and a fracture sling on your arm. He gets worried and clings onto you and tou lash out for the first time telling him that he got what he wanted and he could be happy now. He gets angry and kidnaps you and fucks you🙃
-> omfg YES! gojo is such a bully
-> sorry for any mistakes!
⚠️: NON CON, Kidnapping, Mean!Gojo, physically, mental and emotional abuse, manhandling, bullying, biting, groping, size difference
-> THIS IS REALLY DARK AND FUCKED UP PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !
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All you’ve ever done is mind your own business
Sure, you don’t have many friends but that doesn’t really bother you
You enjoy being independent. Your grades are high in the air, your part time job in your school is more than enough for you to live comfortably. (In this universe, inflation doesn’t exist)
You don’t really talk to anyone, not even family. Whole bunch of drama happened, and they were toxic so you ended up leaving them for university.
Everything seemed to be going as planned until a 6’4 menace walked into your life.
Gojo Satoru was your typical frat boy and the star of the university’s basketball team.
Some may even say the Golden Boy of your university. He was smart, athletic, had a good reputation among the professors and just with people in general. Not to mention, he was ridiculously handsome. Man literally had girls fighting over him.
You’ve seen him in the hallways but never actually interacted with him. He was in a few of your classes but luckily, you guys never were put together in a group.
Until today. Your prof is running a lab and gathered the smartest students he knows to do it for him. It’s kind of a two in one for him, the lab gets complete and you guys gain some experience.
Anyways, the group consists of you, Satoru and his friend Suguru and some other nerdy people
Now unlike Gojo, you already sorta knew Geto. He was really friendly and kind towards you so you were kind of excited to be working with him.
A few days into the lab and Gojo has a sudden fixation with you. Well he always had, but this lab is letting him work closely with you and it’s making his obsession worse.
You’re stupid if you think that Gojo Satoru hasn’t kept on eye out for you. Every time you walk by him in the halls, he gets a hard on just by catching a whiff of you. The cute skirts and the pastel closet you have drives him over the fucking edge.
It takes every cell in his body to resist the urge of grabbing ur wrist, pulling u into the janitors closet and fucking you absolutely dumb and stupid.
You look so cute and innocent, like a little bunny. And god, you are just an easy target to corrupt.
So, Gojo plans a party. A party on the following Saturday after your lab is complete because he knows that you’ll be free.
His plan is to get you to come, keep you company, get you a little hammered, then get a feel of your pussy. Simple plan.
It’s now up to Geto to get you to come to this party. And of course, for his best friend, he’s 100% on board with his plan.
All goes well in the lab and in your final days of completing the report, Geto asked the big question.
“Satoru and I are throwing a party tomorrow. If you’re free, we’d love for you to come. You can bring anyone you want.”
You blush. Party? Your first party? Your brain breaks out in celebration because as much as you liked to spend your weekend relaxing, you also have a severe case of fomo. (Fear of missing out)
Your eyes lit up, saying yes on the spot in excitement. The following day, you went back to your dorm and tore your closet apart, looking for a nice dress. You settled for a blue, body con, summer dress. (despite it not being a party dress but who gives af bc it’s summer)
The next night, you got all dolled up for the party. You made arrangements with Geto to pick you up. He made it on time, looking handsome in his all black fit with his hair in a bun.
You were excited… for nothing.
There was a party (a lit one), but you realized a little too late that your social skills were next to non existent. The whole time, you felt out of place. So you stood in the corner, drink in hand and watched others dance and interact with each other.
“You don’t look like you’re having fun.”
You turn your head only to be faced with a bright blue eyed man, the one and only Gojo Satoru.
“I guess partying is not my thing.”
“Oh come on, come with me.”
He grabbed your hand and headed towards the beer pong table
You and Gojo were a team and surprisingly you two worked perfectly together
The alcohol in your system made you flush, and you found yourself loosening up a bit and having a bit of fun.
Gojo’s plan seemingly was rolling out perfectly. You were a bit drunk, so he took you back to his room to “sober up” (but it was just an excuse to get u alone so he can fuck u but u don’t know that)
Now listen, Gojo got rizz alright. So imagine the look on his face when he went in to kiss you and you slapped him so hard, his face turned the other way.
“I’m not some whore you can use for tonight. I was genuinely having a good time with you, I don’t know why you had to make it sexual.”
You felt like crying. Is this what all guys think about?? Sex?
You get off the bed and head towards the door before you’re pulled back and thrown on the bed
“Satoru, stop! I want to go home.”
And just like how you did with him, he slapped you. Much, much harder.
He didn’t say anything, he just had this look in his eyes that could honestly kill. He took a hold of your wrist with one hand and let his other roam and touch your body.
He pulled your dress up, revealing the lacy, white, underwear you wore. You were a teensy bit wet, not because of him but maybe the alcohol? Or his best friend?
You don’t know, but Gojo thought the wet spot was because of him.
“Tch, saying you don’t wanna hook up but you’re fucking wet f’me.”
He pulled you closer to the head board, reaching out to his night stand and pulling out,,,, cuffs?
“Wait wait wait wait!” You say in a panic. You squirm to get your wrist free but once you feel the metal snake around your wrists and the click afterwards, you were doomed.
Your dress was ripped off by him. Your panty was somewhere on the ground and he easily took off your bra by doing the same thing he did with your dress. You laid nude under him, against your will.
As you can imagine, the night went terribly for you. You weren’t a virgin but it had been a while since you had sex (all the way back in high school) and really it was your first time with someone so experienced.
The next morning, you woke up with him cuddling you from behind while his lanky legs were intertwined with yours
You somehow managed to escape his grip and sneak out of the house before anyone could notice. You did have work, but decided to call in because of… well for obvious reasons.
On Monday, you dreaded to go to school. But with midterms coming around the corner, you couldn’t afford to miss a lecture. You dressed in baggy clothes and took a different route to class to avoid Satoru.
The day was going alright until you had to go to the library to pick out a few books to help you on an assignment.
While you were reaching on your tippy toes, someone behind you grabbed the book which made you quickly turn around. Your eyes meet his bright, blue eyes.
“You’re avoiding me now?”
The anger that overcame you in that moment was indescribable. You wanted to scream at him, hit him, threaten him or somehow bring him down, but you couldn’t.
“Did I fuck you mute? Answer me.”
You took a deep breath in and said, “leave me alone”
“Why? What, you think you’re too good for me? That I don’t have enough worth to fuck you? Is that what it is?”
He grabbed your cheeks with one hand and squished them together, pushing you back against the bookshelf in the process. He was holding you so hard, you couldn’t move.
“Listen to me, you slut. Don’t get our roles mixed here. You’re literally a piece of shit next to me. You hold no value in this world. If you died, no one would even think twice about it because no one gives a flying fuck about you. You think you’re soooo fucking special or something. You think you’re too good for everyone. Well you’re not. You’re just a broke whore, with no friends, no family, no hobby— nothing.”
He roughly let’s go of your face that you nearly fall to the floor. You tried your best but couldn’t help but cry at his words. Gojo swings off his backpack, grabs a note package and hands it to you.
“This assignment is due tomorrow at noon. I haven’t gotten the chance to start it because of basketball. So you’re going to do it for me cause you’re a worthless, bunny that has nothing else to do after school hours. And before you think about handing in something stupid, take a look at this.”
He pulls out his phone and in a matter of 10 seconds, you felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.
A video. Of you. Getting fucked by the Gojo Satoru. It’s evident that you’re crying but it’s easy to cover it up with an “excuse”. Your face held a horrified expression.
“P-please, delete that! Please, I’ll do it but please just- just delete the video please!”
“No, not until that assignment is handed in and I have to get 100% on it. If it isn’t handed in or I don’t receive 100%, this will be leaked to everyone in a matter of minutes. I’ll post this shit everywhere with your full name on it, got it?”
You felt like crying and throwing up at the same time. This felt worse than a nightmare. This felt worse than dying even. “Okay, I’ll try my best but I don’t know if I can get-”
“If you don’t get 100 on this assignment, I’m leaking it. I don’t give a shit. I already showed Suguru— sick bastard got off to it, and I’m sure many more will too if you don’t score 100.”
He picks up his backpack and leaves while you stood in distraught. The following night, after work, you immediately started on his assignment. You saw the assignment date and it was assigned 3 weeks ago. He wants you to do 3 weeks of work in 15 hours.
Somehow, you pulled through the night. Researching the best you can on the internet and trying to make it as best as you possibly could. You were able to send him the file at 11:30am so he could skim through it and hand it in.
You ended up leaving early for the day so you could go home and get some sleep. When you woke up the next morning, your nearly dead phone kept ringing over and over.
You pick it up and see hundreds of notifications on various social media’s and a few iMessages
Your thumb clicked on one of the iMessage notifications and there was Satoru’s name with the following message:
“I told you, only 100%”
Below the message was an image of his mark
A 98%
You swipe off of iMessage and open Instagram and boom
Hundreds of new follower requests, numerous dms and clicking of Gojo Satoru’s story, was the video of him blowing your back.
You checked Snapchat and there it was on his story too. You wanted to die. You wanted to dig a hole and bury yourself alive than live another day in this situation.
Later that day, you had received an email from the dean’s office regarding a “very sensitive and confidential” meeting that would be taking place tomorrow.
You had an idea of what it might be about but hope and prayed to god that it wasn’t what you were thinking.
But to your luck, this meeting was regarding your sex tape and how there is no longer a spot for you on the dean’s list or team.
Your whole world was crumbling apart. You spent your whole life to get to where you are today, only for him to ruin it in a matter of 12 hours.
You left the building slowly, still deeply thinking about what you could’ve done to prevent this. How stupid you are to go to that party and slap the Gojo Satoru.
“Why is this happening to me?”
All of a sudden, everything goes black.
You wake up in a hospital. Your head felt heavy and your arms was twitching. You look around and see… no one. The nurse catches a glimpse of your eyes and quickly walks in to check on you.
She explains that you were in an accident and that they tried to get in contact with an emergency contact but you hadn’t stated anyone. You stayed at the hospital overnight so they can monitor your brain activity and fortunately they were able to discharge you the next morning.
You took the rest of the week off from school and Gojo Satoru was losing his mind. He had spammed called you from various numbers but you weren’t answering your phone at all. He went from his usual mean insults to angry insults to pleading for a response back.
He doesn’t see you until Monday, with a bandage around your head and your arm in a cast which is also in a sling. He nearly runs to you, wanting nothing but to embrace you.
And he does. Holds onto you tightly, inhaling your shampoo until you knee his in the balls.
He immediately drops down and you completely lose your cool. “Don’t fucking touch me! I hate you! You ruined my life! You’re not allowed to touch me after you forced me to have sex with you and shared the video with the entire campus! You got what you wanted Satoru! You stole everything from me! Broke my entire world, burned my hard work down! Made me feel worthless! And now you want to act all concerned?! I hope you rot in hell!”
You ended up going home for the day, otherwise another headache would’ve set in. You took a quick lap before getting up and getting ready for work because those hospital bills weren’t going to pay themselves.
You had the closing shift and although working with one hand was quite the challenge, you desperately needed the money.
After closing up, the walk to your apartment is about 10 minutes away. Everything was going fine until a car quickly pulled up next to you, two men sprung out and shoved you into the car before you even had the chance to react.
One of them had his hand over your mouth while the other held your legs together.
You were blindfolded and tied in the car and after a while the car came to a stop and you were carried out.
You were thrown on the floor and when the blindfold was removed, you were met with his eyes again.
You immediately started crying. You were afraid and quite frankly exhausted of everything that’s happened over the last week.
“Please. I’m sorry. Just let me go. I’ll never ever bother you again. I’m sorry.”
You plead and beg but you hear his belt unbuckling. “Please! Please, I beg you Satoru! I’m sorry! I can’t- I can’t do it again please!”
You were left unheard. He threw you on the bed and tied your limbs to the bed. One of your arms was already in extreme pain and the other arm was starting to hurt too because of how tightly he tied you.
Every ounce of hope drained from your body when you felt his cock push into you. He pushed your head into the mattress and fucked you hard, like there was no tomorrow. Your tears soaked the mattress. Sweat, tears and snot covering your puffing face.
Satoru went on for hours. Abs glistening in sweat, his arm veins popping out because of how hard he was holding you. Not to mention his cock was coated with loads of cum.
You were passed out by the time he finished with you. Your body shaking on its on, cum dripping out your cunt and marks/bruises left all over your soft skin.
Hopefully his bunny learned her lesson.
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atinystraynstay · 13 days
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Guardian Angel - Jeon Wonwoo
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Synopsis: Wonwoo is a mysterious individual. Not that he tried to be, but he always had his guard up. He didn't want to fall casualty to a world that could turn so cold. Can you be the one person that finds the secret passage into his world?
Pairing: College Student!Jeon Wonwoo x fem. reader
Genre: "I'm here for you" girl meets "I'm not good at opening up" boy
Inspired by @aaniag - thanks for tagging me in this post ♡ cannot wait to bring all of these into reality First Encounters Mini Series: #1: #2: #3: #4: Wonwoo #5: Jeonghan #6: #7: #8: Dino
Warnings: mentions alcohol consumption
Word Count: 3.7k
Being friends with Kim Mingyu came with a lot of perks. You always had an invite to the biggest parties on campus, knew someone who could walk you home when you had a bit too much to drink, and a constant study partner who would bring coffee to the study sessions.
On the outside, it is easy to assume you and Mingyu were a couple. And you knew one day, Mingyu would make a woman very happy. I mean, he was the poster child of what it means to be a Golden Retriever Boyfriend.
Yet, you have never been attracted to Mingyu like that. Of course, he treated you like royalty, but in some ways, he was showing you the way you deserved to be treated. Mingyu was always the one to give you dating and relationship advice, which was extremely helpful given he was able to give the male perspective. And vice versa, you were always there to hype up and encourage Mingyu to go after women he found attractive. Despite the confidence he exudes, he was a rather shy individual.
Your friendship with Mingyu was a prized possession in your life, and you never wanted to do something to risk. Even though you had a crush on his best friend, Jeon Wonwoo.
Unlike Mingyu, you knew next to nothing about Wonwoo. You often saw him every now and then when he was out with Mingyu, but the two of you never seemed to exchange words. There was just something about him that lured you in.
And you were hoping tonight would be the opportunity to change that.
For the past few weeks, you have been trying to gather intel on Wonwoo. Most of the time when you hung out with Mingyu, you asked about his best friend. It didn't take long for the giant man to put the puzzle pieces together. Instantly, Mingyu devised a plan to try to get his two favorite people together.
Midterms would be coming to an end on Friday, and he knew everyone would want to come out and celebrate. Rather than going to the bars, Mingyu suggested he hosted a house party filled with his closest friends. Both so everyone could be comfortable and enjoy themselves, but also so Wonwoo might open up more during the party. He wasn't the type of guy who preferred going out on the weekends. Often, his weekends were filled with either studying or playing video games. Mingyu was almost certain that a house party could get his introverted best friend to come out of his room.
After sending different outfit options to Mingyu, and each text was responded with "looks good," you decided on a black jeans and a black, long-sleeved crop top. You wore gold jewelry for the comparison, but also decided to wear your hair down for now. You did keep a white scrunchie around your wrist, in case you or someone else might need it throughout the night.
Your goal was to look presentable, but not too over the top. It was a house party, after all. Tonight would be a great opportuntiy not just to hang out with friends you haven't seen in a while, but also maybe know Wonwoo on a deeper level. While yes, you did like him, you were unsure of where his mind was at. Even Mingyu was clueless on Wonwoo's love life as it was a topic rarely they engaged in. Being friends with Wonwoo could always be the start.
With a bottle of vodka and a bottle of Berry Lemonade held by your hip, your free hand knocked on the door. You could already hear music and chatter coming from inside. Growing out of hopping from frat house to frat house, house parties were becoming more of your comfort zone. Maybe that's what it meant to be an upperclassman?
"Hi Barbie!" "Hi Ken!"
Mingyu quickly retrieved one of the bottles from you, making your load lighter. You could have managed carrying both, but that was Mingyu just being himself. He wrapped his free arm around you to pull you into a hug. "Woah, you're wearing perfume tonight? Must really want to impress someone."
Quickly, you pulled back from the embrace and slapped his chest. Your eyes narrowed on him before he broke out into a fit of laughter. Yeah, Mingyu definitely was not your boyfriend.
"You do look great though, y/n!" "Not half bad yourself, Gyu," you laughed.
The two of you ventured into the kitchen after closing the door. Mingyu's parties never got too crazy. He always knew who was invited, and it was always known nobody else unless an invite was extended by Mingyu himself or you asked if you could bring someone along with you. He just never liked the unpredictability of strangers entering his home. Wonwoo and him also despised the clean-up afterwards too when people didn't respect their home. That was one way to never get invited again.
Upon entering the kitchen, you were greeted with cheers. Both from the guys invested in the game of Flip Cup but also by the ones that noticed you. Seungkwan, Dino, and Hoshi were all grinning at you. Currently, it seemed like Seungcheol and Joshua were going head-to-head in a match with Dokyeom and Jeonghan waiting there turn. Vernon, Minghao, Jun, and Woozi were all spectating. All that was missing was Wonwoo.
Noticing you take a headcount, Mingyu grinned. He's gotten to know you all too well over the course of your friendship. "He's out back on the patio," he whispered into his ear.
He must have been able to escape with the guys distracted, and the bodies that filled the first floor of their college townhouse apartment.
"Y/n! Wanna take a shot?" Hoshi shouted to you. "Hell yeah."
A little liquid courage never hurt. Mingyu chuckled as he got to work preparing your mixed drinks for the two of you. Hoshi was eagerly pouring out shots for the 14 people. He must still think Wonwoo is in the room.
"Hey, where's Wonwoo?" DK finally asked once he finished his turn with flip cup. "Oh, I think he must have slipped outside," Mingyu quickly responded. "I can go check on him after," you offered.
It was not unusual for you to take on almost a 'mother' role. Like Mingyu, you liked being there for people. You liked when people felt uncomfortable around you or that you could help someone out, no matter how big the task might be.
"That's our eomma," Dino shouted.
You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't wipe the smile off your face. It did really feel good to be seen in positive light.
Mingyu placed your red solo cups in front of you. You smiled at the sight of your mixed drink, knowing that it would help the liquor slid down your throat. You weren't the biggest fan of vodka, but if you had something to chase? You were golden. Plus, you were now able to take your drink and able to slip away to find Wonwoo.
"Alright fuckers, some of us are seniors. Top dogs, but we always have our pack to support us. " Hoshi began. Oh boy.
Promptly, DK started barking which encouraged the rest of the boys to join in. Sometimes you question why you are friends with them, but you knew they were all irreplaceable.
"I just love you guys so much." Uh oh. Looks like Hoshi has already had a bit more to drink than the rest of the group. "Here's the last few months before we become boring."
The shot glasses dropped down to the table before meeting all of your lips. You cringed a bit at the feeling of straight vodka hitting your mouth but quickly swallowed. With your free hand, you were able to rid of the taste with the mixed drink which made you immediately relax. You sighed as you could already feel how warm your stomach felt from the liquor entering your system.
"Go get your boy," Mingyu teased you in a hushed tone. "HEY! Secrets makes frenemies and I want us all to be besties," Hoshi shouted as he caught you and Mingyu talking. "Relax, tiger. I'm just telling her where I think Wonwoo ran off to."
Hoshi seemed to relax before instantly distracted by the next game Jun proposed. Mingyu sighed, knowing he was going to be on Hoshi duty tonight. Again. You patted his shoulder comfortingly before slipping away to the porch.
Keeping your drink above your head, so you wouldn't accidentally spill or drop it on anyone or anything, you navigated through the crowd of people. For someone who liked to keep parties small, there was always a large turn out for Mr. Popular. You offered friendly smiles at familiar faces, as you kept your eyes locked on the back patio.
As the people around you began to dissipate, you saw a figure sitting on the steps of the back porch. It wasn't much of a porch really. Just a set of wooden steps with a deck, but it was like luxury to any college student. It also is why people favorited Mingyu's spot for partying on the weekends.
You were able to easily identify the person outside just based off the broad shoulders. It has been quite a few weeks since you last saw Mingyu, but you liked seeing how long his hair has gotten since then. You always thought he looked better with a bit of length to his haircut.
Gently, you slid the back patio door hoping not to startle him. He did, however, whip his head around to see who was responsible but then immediately relaxed when he saw it was you. While you two were not close yet, he recognized you. Wonwoo also knew just how important you were to Mingyu, so you were never seen as a threat. Quite frankly, he just didn't know how to approach you since the two of you had not had a proper conversation one-on-one.
"Oh hi, y/n," he called out gently. His voice was always calm in his deep tone. It was oe of the things you adored about Wonwoo. His voice was calm to you like the ocean, and you always seemed to cling onto every word he spoke.
"Hey Wonwoo," you said in your usual tone, not wanting to be perceived as a threat. "Mind if I join you?"
His eyes slightly widened as he heard you. Only the guys ever really approached Wonwoo, so it was a bit surprising that someone would want to accompany him.
"Oh um sure."
Wonwoo scooted over from where he was sitting, offering his spot for you. You smiled appreciatively before fully stepping into the patio. You closed the door behind you, both to respect Wonwoo's privacy and to keep the house warm. It was apparent that Wonwoo had wondered out here for a reason, so you wanted to respectful and show through your actions you were someone he could trust. You also were not wanting to hear Mingyu nagging at you for causing the electricity bill to rise in the month of March.
Slowly, you made your way over until you sat down next to him. You set your drink but the edge, so if you accidentally spilled, it could go into the grass rather than the cute boy beside you.
"Enjoying the party?" Wonwoo asked in a soft tone.
It wasn't monotone. It was his usual deep tone. But as he spoke, you noticed that his gaze was seemed to be locked on the moon above the two of you. It was still a bit chilly when the sun was hidden, but you were comfortable. The alcohol definitely aiding.
"Yeah, actually. Much better than being coped up studying," you joked.
"Yeah, I feel you," he sighed. You watched the way he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. It was such a little thing, something he probably doesn't even think about it. Yet, you found it to be the most adorable thing. "You're in the political science program, right?"
Your heart undeniably did a little flip knowing that he remembered that detail to you. Maybe Mingyu has held up his promise and talked to Wonwoo about you, not just saying he had to make you feel more at ease. You nodded your head as you looked over at hi. It was just a habit of yours. You didn't expect him to look over at you, but you wanted to show him that you were present in the moment and ready to listen to whatever he wanted to say. Or even if you two just sat here in silence for a little. There was just something screaming within you that you he needed you tonight.
You just had no idea that he knew anything about you given that you only were on first name basis.
"Yeah," you spoke softly, unable to wipe the gentle smile on your face. "And you're in the computer science program?"
Wonwoo nodded, smiling a bit as well. Wonwoo never was the guy he thought people took interest in. Honestly, every day, he feels just blessed to say he has some of the best friends who want to drag him out of his bedroom. Most people might not even notice his absence. And Wonwoo did that subconsciously, just as a defense mechanism. He has been on the receiving end of bullying and life's unfortunate events. He just found himself isolating more as a way to cope.
"If you don't mind me asking," you began, biting your lip. "Why are you out here by yourself? Is everything ok?" "I think?"
You couldn't help but frown at Wonwoo's response. You were too familiar with the uncertain feeling and knew how troubling it can be. While everyone faces their own difficulties in life, you never liked hearing that other people are struggling.
"I just," he began to open it up.
Now you were the surprised on. Never before would you expect to be Wonwoo's confidant, but you knew it was a job title of upmost importance. You just hoped your surprised expression was not portrayed on your face. If Wonwoo needed someone to vent to, you'd gladly step up.
He glanced at you to see if you were listening. Satisfied to see your eyes on him with a soft gaze, he let out a shaky breath. For the first time in a while, he felt like he was able to confide in someone. He knew the guys were always in his corner, but he ever wished to worry them too much. To some extent, Wonwoo prided himself in his own ability to take care of himself.
It was just that he's been struggling for some time.
"Everything is changing," he chuckled almost out of self-pity. "It's just been hitting me that all of this," he motioned to the party behind him. "Will not be here in a few months. Hell, not even in a few weeks since we all graduate soon. I know I should be in there partying it up, living in the present but I cannot help but think of how we all won't be together like this and it makes me sad."
It was almost like looking into the future as Wonwoo described his inner turmoil. You and Mingyu, and a few of the other guys, were still had another year or two left in college. However, Wonwoo and the other guys would be graduating this upcoming May.
"Do you know where the other guys have decided to go?" You asked in a quite tone. You hope you weren't upsetting him by your questions.
Wonwoo slowly nodded. "Yeah, I think Seungcheol and Jeonghan are moving to the city. Seungkwan has talked about moving in with them once he graduates next year. Joshua and Jun have jobs lined up in their hometowns, so they'll be moving out probably at the end of May. Hoshi? I have no clue. He hasn't even applied to any jobs yet. And Woozi and I have been applying to graduate schools. He's leaning towards business and I think I want to go in a more software engineering route."
"Have you heard back from any schools yet?"
Wonwoo couldn't fight the smile creeping on his face. He knew you cared deeply about Mingyu's friends, but he never thought he would be looped into that circle. He always kept his distance just because it was just convenient, it's what he knew. It also kept him safe in a world filled with chaos and unpredictability.
"Yeah, I actually heard from two schools, so I'm trying to decide. One of the schools is here."
He whispered the last part. It spoke volumes to you. The thought of Wonwoo staying here meant that you might be able to make things work with Wonwoo. That is, if he was opened to the idea of you dating.
"Like part of me wants to run away from here," he explained.
While you weren't quite at the same stage as life, you understood the need. It was part of the reason why you chose to go away for university whereas all your high school classmates chose more local programs. You wanted a change of scenery, a new beginning.
"So much has changed since freshman year. I'm definitely not the same person I was. I've had my challenges like losing my mom a year and a half ago," he explained. "And all those hard times happened while I was here, so I almost have a need to move and leave the pain behind.
His casual mentioning of his mother's passing brought back memories. You remember how all the guys rallied behind Wonwoo. Some of them even skipped final presentations and exams in order to be there for Wonwoo at the funeral. You knew it wasn't in your place to attend the funeral, but you cooked a warm cooked meal for all of them. It was Wonwoo's favorite dish. It at least wanted to do a nice gesture, so Wonwoo knew he wasn't alone. You still remember dropping the dish off with Mingyu with re-heating instructions.
To this day, he has no idea how that dish arrived. He just figured one of the guys ordered DoorDash.
While Mingyu begged you to stay, so you could give it to Wonwoo himself, you didn't want to overstep. You knew grief takes all shapes and forms, os you thought the best thing you could do was give the space for Wonwoo to feel his emotions.
Little did you know he's been harboring those emotions this whole time, almost two years later.
'But then part of me worries about the younger guys. I don't want them to feel abandoned. I don't want the group to fall apart once we all move, and it feels like if I stay here then I can keep us together even while the other guys go off."
"Almost like you are the glue that keeps them all together?" "Yeah, I guess that's the best way to explain it." "But Wonwoo, what keeps you together?"
He furrowed his eyebrows as he fully looked at you. What an odd question. And based on his reaction, you felt the need to elaborate.
"I mean, it's great that you always look out for everyone. You're a real nurturer," you explained.
Wonwoo has never been described in such light before. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep the blush from overtaking his cheeks. He shrugged though as if it was no big deal.
"But what are you doing to take care of yourself? I'm not asking you to make a decision now to either stay or go because going to grad school is a big decision. Congratulations, by the way. That's incredible!"
How could you always see the positive side of things? How hasn't life damaged your spirit like it has for him? How could you see good in him when he often failed to see it in himself?
"I know it's easy to feel like you need to harbor your own emotions because it's easy. But Wonwoo, that shit can break you."
Woah. Who would have thought y/n could swear.
"I'm always going to be here if you need me, you know. I'm not just Mingyu's friend, but I could like to consider us friends too, if that is something you'd like. I'm always here if you need a place to vent, especially if it's away from the guys. I know they can be…" you trailed off.
You didn't want to offend Wonwoo as that was his core group of friends. You were just a side character brought in every now and then.
"A lot," Wonwoo finished for you.
You both shared a laugh as you nodded, confirming to Wonwoo that was the word you were looking for. Silence fell over the two of you for a moment. All that could be heard was the sound of people laughing from within the house and the crickets chirping in the backyard. It was peaceful.
"You know, I've always wanted to say more than hello to you, y/n. Thank you for letting me vent. I wasn't expecting for it all to just spew out like that," he confessed.
Looking at him, you nodded a blush had fully taken over his cheeks but a wide smile remained on his lips. He looked too adorable. The moonlight was highlight his facial features which left you starstruck. He truly was built like a God.
You scooted closer so you could wrap your arms around Wonwoo. He tried his best not to let his body go tense. Wonwoo just wasn't accustomed to someone showing him affection in such a physical way. To be honest, he couldn't remember the last time he actually had a hug.
Slowly, his arms wrapped around you to pull you in closer. You didn't mind his hold on you was a bit tight. He clearly needed it. Your head rested on his shoulder, which allowed you to get a whiff of his cologne. Teakwood and oak. It made your heart fluttered.
But what really sealed the deal was feeling Wonwoo's head rest on top of yours gently.
"Always here for you, Wonwoo." "Promise?" He whispered. "I promise."
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Little secrets they have - Batboys headcanon
Trying something new here! Since I'm not really motivated to write for TV show characters, I've tried writing about book ones. What better way to start than with our batboys from Sarah J Mass, Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel.
From now on, I take requests about them and about any of the SJM's characters (from throne of glass, crescent city and acotar). Let me know if you like it, and if you want more.
Plot: the batboys keep a small secret during your relationship, and you find about it.
Rhysand
It would take you a while to figure it out, because boy, does he hide it well.
But eventually, you two would be comfortable enough in your relationship for small secrets to come out.
You discover it during a small retreat to the cabin. Everyone has been really stressed in Velaris because of the upcoming Starfall, so you have decided to take a break in the cabin.
Usually, you go to be way earlier than Rhys, because he stays up working.
Or so he says.
Because in the cabin, there’s no way he can hide the extra bag he has bought with him that weights almost like your own.
You are already in bed, the fire is on and you’ve just finished one of the best sex you have ever have.
“Give me a second, darling. I need to do something”
Tired and happy as you are, you don’t give it a second thought until you find yourself falling asleep and he hasn’t come back.
So you get up, open the bathroom and find out about Rhysand’s little secret.
“I promise that I can explain. It’s not what it looks like”
“Is that mud?”
“It’s actually a clay mask”
The most powerful High Lord in Prythian is surrounded by skin-care products, his face soaked in a blue mask and his hair gathered up in a froggy-style bandana.
There are so many products around that you can’t see the sink or the toilet sink, and the bag on the floor shows you another bunch of them.
Suddenly, the softness of his face and the absence of any type of imperfection make sense. As it does the minutes you lay awake waiting for him when he tells you that he needs to finish something.
You stare at each other for a while, giving you enough time to consider turning around and going to sleep or actually talking about it.
Rhys beat you to it.
“It’s Mor’s fault. She told me I had a wrinkle, and then she bought a cream. And then another”
There weren’t just creams anymore. There were almost fifty small bottles of different colors, shapes and sizes.
Something started beeping and, without breaking eye-contact, Rhys bent over the sink and made enough space to start removing the clay mask with water.
After a few minutes, you discovered there was something absolutely amazing about watching your mate put on different products.
Rhysand noticed that you weren’t leaving and started talking about what he was using and what it was good for. He even let you try some of them in the back of your hand.
You both went to sleep without talking about it and next night he left the bathroom door open for you to join him.
Since that moment, it was kind of a tradition to do your skincare together. A cozy, domestic tradition that you repeated back home. And probably for the rest of your lives.
Cassian
You might have been too blind in your love to notice how loud he snores and the clothes he leaves hanging everywhere.
But when Cassian starts sneaking during the weekends with no explanation, you notice.
It starts as casual “hanging out with the boys, love” and “going for a run, gotta keep the abs firm”.
The boys don’t know what you’re talking about when you ask them about it and the sneakers he uses for running stay clean during the weekend.
You aren’t afraid of him cheating on you because the rest of the days he worships everything you do and kisses the floor you step in. Almost.
When Saturday comes around, though, he leaves for a few hours and comes back as if nothing has happened.
There are a few hypotheses you work with: that he’s stealing Rhy’s wine or Nyx’s sweets, that he’s secretly practicing for karaoke nights at Rita, or that he’s building and hiding snowballs for the annual fight.
None of them are proved right when you decide to walk through Velaris while he’s missing.
You’re walking near the Sidra when you hear a familiar, loud laugh. Then, you look up.
Through the window, you find Cassian where you least expected: surrounded by women, kneeling at their feet and letting them run their fingers through his hair.
The thing is, they aren’t the type of hands you expected.
They were wrinkled, and fragile, and their owners were just as.
“I told you! Renaldo was alive! Our man isn’t that easy to kill”
You look up to the name of the building.
Velaris Elderly Home
In a haze, you enter the place and continue watching Cassian.
Your mate is almost seven foot tall, his shoulders as wide as the TV on the room. His arms strong as steel and thick as trees branch.
And that giant warrior, that snaps enemies in a half and carries swords as heavy as you, is sitting on the ground, watching a novella while older women braid his hair.
Eventually, after realizing Cassian is not only behaving like one of them, he is one of them, he notices you.
His smile falls and the room seems to go colder.
Loss at words, you don’t know what to say until the women around him see you.
“Oh, that must be Y/N! You’re just as pretty as he says! Look at her, does our Cassian treat you well, honey? You better take care of that beautiful girl!”
“Are you hungry, darling? Do you want cookies? Get your girl a seat, lover boy!”
“Finally! We’ve been begging Cassian to bring you for a decade!”
Before you could register, two women grabbed both of your arms and dragged you inside. In a few minutes, you were sitting in a chair, TV long forgotten, surrounded by questions about Cassian.
You looked at him and noticed that he was nervous. About not telling you, about you finding out, about them asking you if he satisfied you in bed. Too stunned to comfort him, you smiled softly.
“Well, he does have a large wingspan”
Turns out that was the right answer, and suddenly you were part of the group. For almost an hour, you answered their questions and heard about this new part of Cassian.
Your mate, who spends his Saturday’s afternoons in the elderly home making them laugh. Who lets these women braid his hair, knit him scarfs and feed him expired cookies.
That night, while you walk home, you do it in silence, closer to Cassian than what you usually walk.
You arrive home in a comfortable silence until he speaks.
“Large wingspan, hm? I guess I am a great lover”
“Yeah, and a great gossiper. Bet you’ve been taking cues from Renaldo”
Cassian laughs and spends the night proving you how good he, not Renaldo, is in bed.
Azriel
As your mate, Azriel is the most honest and open person you have ever met.
You didn’t expect the Shadowsinger to be so close and frank with you, but as the years passed and your bond solidified, you discovered he was.
There is no miscommunication, no fights or disappointment. You talk it out, you share your emotions and take your time to fix things.
So, when almost fifty years after you discover he’s your mate, he doesn’t answer your question right away, you know he’s lying.
Lying to you, about something, and you couldn’t have imagined how sad that would make you feel.
He had missed dinner last night, and this morning, you had asked him before he left for work about it. Without looking at you, he had offered a quick apology and had told you that he was with Rhysand.
Who you had called last night to ask where Azriel was, and hadn’t known about it.
You spend the whole day thinking about it. And the more you think, the more dates you discovered.
That time he was late for Starfall. When he skipped Nyx’s birthday party. After your birthday, when he disappeared for a day.
Of course, being the spymaster he was, he had been able to hide it just fine. And it hadn’t been until this morning that you have caught up with it.
When he comes back, he finds you sitting in the couch with tears in your eyes.
You don’t want to think about it, but your mind keeps coming up with the possibility of cheating. Because, what else could be keep from you?
“Y/N, what’s wrong?”
It’s his voice, full of concern and love, that has you breaking down.
Azriel holds you while you cry, constantly stroking your hair and side. You finally blurt it out between sobs, shaking so hard he can hardly understand you.
“What – cheating? Dove, why would I cheat on you? I love you more than my own life. I would rather –“
“You lied, Az! I – Last night I talked to Rhys. You… you lied”
When he doesn’t say anything else, you actually consider that he cheated. That he’s about to leave you for some other girl. Before you can answer, he beats you to it.
“I… was at Rhys house. Not with Rhys, though. I’m sorry I lied to you”
“He told me –“
“He didn’t know I was there, because I was with Feyre”
Feyre, the new High Lady that you loved with all your heart and that has turned your lives upside down for the best. That has given you all a night court heir and almost lost her life in the process.
That is Rhysand’s mate and life, both of them in love just like you and Azriel.
Before you could develop further in your thoughts, he continues.
“There was a new episode of Say yes to the dress. And… I wanted to have dinner with you, I really did, but Analise is choosing the drees her sister wants. And her family is there, too. It’s a beautiful dress, I just wanted… I’m sorry, dove. I shouldn’t have lied to you”
“You’re – you left me – you’re watching say yes to the dress?”
Azriel likes to dress nice, and every now and then would tell you to buy one of the latest items of certain collection. You know he likes clothing, that unlike Cassian who can wear the same trousers for a week, Azriel knows the difference between dark blue and marine blue.
You raise your head from his chest and listen to him explain that Feyre had showed him the show a few years ago, and that since then, it has become kind of an obsession. That he, Feyre, Mor and sometimes Amren meet to watch it.
That he hasn’t told you because once you watched it together and you said it was a waste of time.
Needless to say, that from that moment, you all watch the show together. You find a new side of Azriel that likes to point out every detail of the dresses, that know the story of each couple and that talks about it for days with no end.
It is also fair to say that you dust out your weeding dress and that you spend a fun night together, making up for mean comments and harmless lies.
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Just a Lousy Racing Driver || Pierre Gasly x Reader
Summary: Pierre shows the reader just how little he cares about her mother’s opinions of him.
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: 18+ unprotected sex, swearing, some badly translated French.
a/n: I have been writing this for weeks on and off because I’ve been strangely busy! Pierre is sort of an entitled rich boy in this, but we can forgive him. I’m not the best at writing smut but I hope you enjoy this regardless.
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“My Mum hates you.”
“Good.” Pierre smirked, his hand wandering from your waist to your neck. Your back arched against the wall as you revelled beneath his touch, feeling his warm fingers lightly grip at your skin. He could feel your quickening pulse under his thumb which only encouraged him further. “What else did she say?”
His grip tightened on your neck as his spare hand pushed your hip harder against the wall. You gasped, his fingertips skimming your ear. “What did she say?” He repeated, running his thumb over your bottom lip. Your eyes fluttered closed momentarily as you struggled to gather your thoughts.
“That you’re a lousy racing driver – “
“And?” He leaned into you, pressing a lingering kiss to the skin just below your jaw.
“You don’t deserve the money you make.”
His laughter vibrated against you, making you squirm and clutch tighter onto his shirt. His mouth latched back onto your neck, kissing and sucking to leave a flurry of little red marks.
“The money I use to take care of her daughter?”
You could hear the smile in his voice as he pushed his knee between yours to separate your legs. You resisted the urge to jump up and wrap them around him, as you chose to savour every second he spent pressed against you, his hands and mouth exploring your body.
If any other man said that to you, you’d probably push him away and give him an earful for being obnoxious, but the terms were different with Pierre. Since your very first date, he’d completely spoiled you, showering you with gifts and surprising you with romantic gestures. He always made sure you had exactly what you wanted, as well as needed, and never let his girl miss out on anything. You weren’t exactly materialistic, but he insisted on pampering you and treating you to anything you desired, so how could you refuse?
Pierre’s pursuit of you wasn’t an easy one. He tried for months to get you to agree to a date, but you were stubborn to say the least. You’d heard of his reputation, and you had to be sure you’d be more than just another escapade before you finally said yes. He tried to charm you with the idea of lavish dates and expensive vacations, but you assured him you couldn’t be bought. You played hard to get which drove him crazy and only made him want you ten times more.
The truth is, Pierre was trouble; trouble you weren’t sure you could handle at first. You had the type of friends and family who’d always guessed your type from a mile away, but Pierre didn’t fit into the norm. He was a cheeky, charismatic F1 driver whose face was all over the media every other weekend. He was the kind of guy who only taught you the bad words in his language, so he could whisper them in your ear before each race and leave your mind reeling for Lord knows how many laps. As your mother had put it, he was bad news.
Pierre’s jeans rubbed against your thigh, the friction burning your skin and making your knees feel as if they could cave in. He released his grip on your neck, only to bury that hand in your hair and tug at the roots. “I suppose, for the sake of your reputation with your family, we shouldn’t be together.” He purred against your cheek, his stubble scratching you and hot breath fanning your ear.
“Perhaps we shouldn’t.” You spoke, finding the confidence to bring your hand up to his hair, pulling his head back so he’d face you. “But, how could you possibly risk losing me?” You leaned forward, ghosting your lips over his. He tried to steal a kiss but you moved back too fast, smiling at him.
“You are such a fucking tease.” Pierre groaned, enjoying the feeling of your fingernails against his scalp. He’d grown accustomed to having your hands in his hair, whether it was during cosy nights on the couch in front of the fire, or humid nights in hotels around the world with his face buried between your thighs. You certainly couldn’t deny your love of the latter.
Pierre overpowered you once again, grabbing the hand from his hair and pinning it above your head. He held it there with his left hand, gripping your wrist and pressing it against the wall. You wriggled beneath him, mostly on purpose to see how he’d react. You liked it when he was rough with you, restraining you and touching you wherever he pleased. Every piece of you belonged to him and you loved being able to satisfy his every need. He responded just how you liked, gripping harder and pushing himself as close to you as possible. You smiled, earning a knowing look from the Frenchman. “What do you want?” He asked, his free hand cupping your cheek softly, a stark contrast to his fingertips digging into your wrist above your head.
“J'ai envie de toi.” I want you. You whispered as he lifted your chin with his thumb, his gaze meeting yours.
“Hm? You have to speak louder, mon amour.”
Pierre liked to tease and make you beg, and you both loved and hated him for it. All you wanted was to throw yourself forward and kiss him, but his firm grip kept you from moving. Even so much as a twitch made him hold on tighter and raise a brow at you as if to question why you were challenging him. He was often in control, but was always focused on your pleasure before his own. The two of you had once spent an entire morning in bed, Pierre giving you a string of orgasms with his mouth and fingers until you physically couldn’t take it anymore. He’d carried you to the bathtub and washed you afterwards, your body feeling limp and admittedly rather sore. He took care of you like you were the most fragile thing on this Earth, and held you as you drifted back to sleep in his arms, still wrapped in your towel.
“J'ai vraiment envie de toi.” I want you so bad. You spoke up, Pierre’s lips hovering over yours. A smirk spread across his face, as he reached down with both hands to grab your hips.
“That’s better.” He turned you around, pressing you against the wall. Your cheek was cold against the wallpaper, but you barely noticed as Pierre’s hands hiked up your dress, leaving it bunched around your waist. “Shall I take my time with you? Or are you ready for me now?” He slipped his right hand between your thighs, two fingers immediately finding your clit through your underwear. Your body jolted forward and you tried to support yourself with your hands on the wall. Pierre let out a chuckle behind you, his left hand smoothing out your hair. “Do you want me, baby?”
“How many times are you going to make me say it?” You whined, desperate for him to touch you more and not just through your clothes. For a moment he considered teasing you a little longer, but he himself could not deal with the anticipation. Soon his jeans were around his ankles, and he palmed at his hard, aching cock through his boxers, his other hand clumsily tugging at your underwear. You reached down to help, but he grabbed your wrist and pushed your hand away.
“Leave them on.” He demanded, looking down at the thin baby blue lace he’d grown to love. You couldn’t remember exactly why they had become his favourites, but you took immense pleasure in wearing them beneath skirts and giving him a sneak peek in places you shouldn’t. You knew exactly how tonight was going to end when you crossed your legs with exaggeration at dinner, parting them just enough so he could catch a glimpse of the blue he loved so much. Pierre had to resist every urge to clear the table right there and bend you over it. He’d enjoyed the mental image of your body pressed against the wooden tabletop, your hair splayed out and sticking to your cheeks as he pounded into you, making the table legs shake as well as yours. He only wished the hotel room had a table just like it so he could act out his fantasy.
Pierre leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your upper arm. “Leave them on whilst I fuck you.” He whispered, pushing them to the side so he could get a better look at you. Your skin was flushed and slick with arousal, the sight making his cock twitch impatiently. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He said in awe, his middle finger teasing your wet cunt. His touch was needy, but still gentle. Your moans bounced off of the wall, echoing around the room and bringing music to Pierre’s ears. He loved the sound of you, whimpering and moaning for him to touch you, to claim you, to fuck you so hard you saw stars.
Pushing his underwear down, you felt his cock spring free and press against your ass. You whimpered, grinding your hips backwards to get more friction and to give your boyfriend a bit of a show. He looked down, his breath caught in his throat as he watched your hips draw circles against him. He loved that you weren’t shy, and you enjoyed this just as much as he did.
“This is what you want, hm?” He asked, wrapping his hand around his cock and pressing against you harder. You nodded, arching your back forward to encourage him.
“Don’t make me wait any longer.” You purred, reaching behind and ghosting your fingers over his shaft. Pierre’s eyes fluttered closed, the soft touch sending a cold rush throughout his entire body. He did as you asked, grabbing both your hands and pushing them firmly against the wall so he could get you into the perfect position. An excitable giggle escaped you, and he smiled as he dug his fingers into your hips and teased your eager pussy with the head of his cock.
He couldn’t wait a moment longer as he slowly pushed himself inside of you, his size stretching you out and filling you up. Your hands slipped down the wall, but he was quick to reach forward and grab you. Pierre linked his fingers with yours, carefully thrusting into you as you got used to the feeling. You closed your eyes and hummed in pleasure, the two of you making the same sound in unison. “You feel incredible.” He whispered, kissing your hair. You loved the mixture of rough versus gentle Pierre. It was no secret that the man knew how to fuck and have you screaming his name, but he also knew how to caress you, talk you through it, and make sure you were comfortable throughout. His soft kisses and careful words made your heart sing, and you swore you couldn’t love him more if you tried, yet you were proven wrong every day.
He kissed you again, a moan disappearing into your hair as he bottomed out inside of you. You gasped, feeling his hot skin against your ass before he drew back to then push straight back into you again. His hands latched back onto your hips, pulling you onto his cock as his movements grew faster. He looked down to watch, to see you wrapped around him so tightly, leaving his cock wet and glistening. You didn’t even have to see him to know he was enjoying the view, his fingertips digging harder into your skin as he grunted with every buck of his hips.
Pressing your hands firmly against the wall, you drove yourself up to stand straighter, reaching back to wrap your arm around his neck. His mouth immediately connected with the skin behind your ear, gentle kisses contrasting with the passionate, deep thrusts that had your heart racing and sweat pooling between your thighs. You gripped onto the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging lightly to encourage him. “Are you trying to be rough with me, baby?” He teased, his tone mocking yet in the sexiest way. “Because I can be rough if you want me to.”
Pulling away, you turned around to face him. Your faces were both flushed with desire for one another, and Pierre’s white shirt was slick with sweat. You started working on the buttons, your fingers trembling as you were well aware of him gazing down at you. He watched your hands, those dainty manicured fingers undressing him like they had hundreds of times before. He’d never get tired of surrendering to you and your touch, feeling your fingertips brush against his chest as you made your way down button by button. Since the very first time you’d offered to unbutton his shirt, he’d come to prefer it. To him, there was nothing sexier than watching you take your time with him, exposing as much of him as you wanted and studying his body with those pretty eyes of yours. He loved belonging to you, just as much as you loved belonging to him.
Finishing with the last button, you grabbed both sides of the shirt and pulled Pierre closer, standing on your tiptoes to reach his face. “Show me what you can do.” You whispered, earning a groan from your partner as he pulled off his shirt and guided the two of you towards the bed. As you walked backwards, you unzipped your dress and left it on the ground, and Pierre shook off the pants that were still wrapped around his ankles.
The backs of your legs hit the bed frame and you tumbled back, head landing on the mattress. Pierre grabbed your legs, hoisting them onto the bed in front of him, finally slipping the blue lace off of you. The sight of you with your legs spread and gaze fixed upon him drove him crazy, and he found it almost impossible to decide what to do with you first. Climbing onto the bed, he wasted no time plunging inside of you once more, making you gasp and your body twinge at the delicious pain of your pussy stretching around him. You wrapped your legs around him, using your feet to pull him closer and feel more of him. Pierre moaned, gripping your ankles and placing them on his shoulders.
He gave you a look as if to ask for permission and you nodded quickly, linking your ankles behind his head. He rolled his hips forward, his cock hitting you at a deeper angle. You tried to stay focused on his face, but you couldn’t stop yourself from squeezing your eyes shut as his thrusts quickened. Each of your staggered breaths overlapped one another as Pierre leaned down to connect his lips with yours. You opened your mouth for him, his tongue hot and desperate against yours as the sounds of your skin slapping together grew louder. With both hands on either side of your head, Pierre hovered over you, his thrusts slowing but growing more aggressive, the tip of his dick hitting that sweet spot inside of you every time. Your hands roamed his body as well as your own, every slither of skin scorching hot to the touch. He watched as your right hand edged towards the bottom of your stomach, fingertips toying with the idea of exploring further.
Lifting your hand to his mouth, he sucked on your middle and forefinger, running his tongue along the front of them. He released them with a quiet popping sound, and you admired how his saliva moistened your fingers. “Touch yourself, baby.” He coaxed, his hands returning to their former position. You followed his order as he dropped your legs back down to his sides so you could spread them more. You slipped your fingers between your folds, your body twitching at the first touch of your clit. You were sensitive, swollen, desperate for friction. Drawing circles, you moaned loudly as Pierre attempted to match your rhythm.
You threw your head back, eyes gazing at the ceiling as he continued to pound into you, his lower stomach clashing with the back of your hand. “That’s it, Y/N. Keep going.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your knee. You couldn’t find the words to tell him how good it felt, but he already knew. He could tell by the way your cunt clenched around him. It was almost like he could feel your pulse beating against his cock.
“Pierre, I - “ You stammered, forcing your head forward to look at him. He could see it in your eyes, how close you were. Your fingers moved quicker as his thrusts grew shallow, while remaining the same speed.
“Keep those eyes on me. I want to see you when you come.”
You used to feel nervous having Pierre staring down at you as you touched yourself. Something about it made you feel more exposed than anything else, and you’d often close your eyes or look down at your own hand to distract yourself. But that didn’t bother you now. You fixed your gaze on him, rarely blinking as you rubbed your clit quicker, applying more pressure with your fingertips, growing closer and closer. His name exploded from your mouth as you came, legs shaking and toes driving into the sheets below. Once your hand was out of the way, Pierre leaned down, his chest pressing against yours as he kissed every inch of your face and neck. With one hand cupping your face, and the other gripping your hip, he buried himself inside you and groaned as he came, his entire body stiffening then collapsing on top of you.
He pulled out and moved to the side so you could go clean up if you wanted, but you stayed put. A warmth dripped out of you and down your inner thigh, and you smiled at the feeling. Silently, with nothing but the sounds of your breathing in the room, you took Pierre’s hand and pressed it between your legs, letting him feel his own cum spill out of you. He made a sound that confirmed his agreement, that he thought it was just as hot as you did. The two of you laid there as you caught your breath, before turning to face each other. His face was flushed and pupils dilated, and you were pretty sure you probably looked the same.
“Je t’aime. No matter what.” Pierre whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I love you too. No matter what.”
“Even if your Mum hates me?” He raised his brows, making you giggle.
“Oh especially if my Mum hates you.”
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honeypiehotchner · 1 year
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Will you be my Valentine? (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot
Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day! This one shot turned out to be a lot longer than I was expecting, hence why it’s being posted today instead of yesterday 😭 (Also the first scene with Garcia is 100% inspired by a TikTok I saw and the idea just spiraled from there)
Summary: Each time a new member of the BAU figured out Hotch had feelings for you...and when he finally told you.
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff babes. It’s vile how cute this is
WC: 3.6k
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Everyone knew Hotch had it bad from the first day you started working at the BAU.
There was a case on your very first day, so introductions were sparse before you boarded the jet. You met with Hotch, and the two of you talked briefly about how things work in general, though he said you’ll pick most of it up from actual experience.
The case was in Arizona, and it was a long one. But it didn’t take long for Garcia to see right through Hotch.
“So, um. How’s it going with the new agent?” Garcia asked, twirling her feathery pen back in Quantico.
Hotch shrugged. “Why are you asking me?”
“What is that in your voice?” Garcia said. She grinned. Say it ain’t so, she thought. Hotch, the Unit Chief, having a crush? This is too good. “Oh my god, you think she’s pretty.”
“Penelope--” he tried to stop her, to tell her she had it wrong because that would be wildly inappropriate, plus, his thinking that you were pretty had nothing to do with--
“Oh, you totally do!” Garcia giggled, ignoring his protests because he was deep in denial. Finally! A crush! “PG out, lover boy.”
He shook his head as she hung up on him, but he knew the blush was evident on his cheeks. He could feel it, so he knew everyone could see it.
Even you, who walked in a second later to ask him a question.
You saw the red tint on his cheeks, but thought nothing of it as he steeled his face once more before listening to your question.
+++
A few months passed since you began at the BAU, and still Garcia was the only one privy to Hotch’s secret. He thought.
“Have a good night,” Hotch said quietly as he passed your desk. You were gathering your things to head out for the night.
“Don’t stay too late,” you teased, shouldering your bag. You noticed he had a fresh mug of coffee in his hand. “You need sleep too, you know.”
“I’ll try,” he said with a smile as he bounded the steps up to his office. “Sleep well.”
Rossi watched (and heard) this interaction from his office. He waited until he saw you disappear into the elevator before he knocked on Aaron’s door.
“Come in,” Hotch said, not looking up from the paperwork at his desk until he realized it was Dave. “Hey, heading out for the night?”
“Not yet,” Rossi said, sinking down into one of Hotch’s chairs. “So…what are your plans for the weekend?”
Hotch eyed Rossi suspiciously. Every time Rossi began with that, it meant one of three things: 1. He genuinely wanted to know what Hotch had going on this weekend, 2. He wanted Hotch to do something with him, or 3. He was digging.
Digging for what exactly, Hotch never knew. Until Rossi caved and outright asked.
“What do you think of Y/N?”
Hotch shrugged. He continued working on the paperwork to distract himself. “She’s doing really well. She adapted quickly. I’ve been very impressed. Strauss has too.”
Rossi hummed. “Well, that sounded rehearsed.”
Hotch looked up from the papers, giving Rossi a tired stare. “What?”
“I asked what you think of her,” Rossi repeated, smiling smugly. “Not how she’s doing at her job.”
“What’s the difference?” Hotch returned to signing off reports.
“Oh, come on, Aaron,” Dave sat forward, tapping the desk. “I’m not that dense. And neither are you. You think she’s cute.”
“She’s very pretty,” Aaron answered without hesitation, regretting it immediately because it only gave Rossi more ammo.
“I knew it,” Dave grinned, sitting back again and clasping his hands together. “Well?”
Finally, Hotch put his pen down. “Well what?”
“Are you going to do something about it?”
Aaron grimaced. “You make it sound like it’s a problem.”
“It is if you never tell her,” Rossi pressed. He had lectured Aaron many times on the dangers of never telling a woman how you feel about her. Especially when it was clear she felt the same way.
“It’s inappropriate,” Hotch said, reverting to his usual defense.
“You’re both adults, clearly capable of making your own decisions,” Rossi replied with a shrug. Aaron knew that Rossi was the reason the No Fraternization rule existed, but he also knew Rossi was the first to say how much bullshit that rule was ladened with. “I don’t see the problem.”
Hotch glanced back down, scribbled a signature on Morgan’s report and tossed it aside, opening yours. He paused. “For one thing,” he started, flipping open your folder. “I don’t know how she feels.”
Dave stared at Aaron, wondering if the man across from him was being serious. As it turned out, Aaron was.
“If you saw what I did earlier, then you’d know she does,” Dave said.
Aaron shrugged again. “She’s nice to me because I’m her boss.”
“She’s civil toward you because you’re her boss,” Rossi clarified. “She’s nice because she feels the same way you do.”
Aaron sighed. He knew Dave meant well, but it was exhausting to listen to him. Aaron wanted to say something to you, but at the end of the day, he was your boss, and you his employee. It didn’t sit right with him. And if he ever did say something, that would be the first topic of conversation. It was too complicated.
Not to mention, he had only known you for a few months, and all of that time consisted of work settings -- save a few nights at bars or restaurants with some of the team.
“Ah, I see,” Dave said, nodding slowly. He stood up to leave.
“See what?” Aaron asked before Dave made it to the door.
“You’re too far in your head about this,” Dave said quietly. “Once you get out, you’ll know what to do.” And he left.
Aaron stared down at your report, your perfect handwriting. It looked far better than his, and miles better than Reid’s. It was very clearly yours, too. It fit your personality.
He closed the folder. The rest could wait until morning.
+++
Not long after Hotch’s talk with Rossi, Morgan was the next to put the pieces together -- and say something about it.
On the jet returning home from yet another case, everyone slept, except Hotch, Morgan, and Rossi. Reid curled up on the couch. Emily and JJ fell asleep in their seats, and you had taken over two other seats to stretch out. No one minded. Morgan gave you his jacket, against your protests. Hotch wished he had given you his, but Morgan had beat him to it.
Morgan noticed Hotch watching you wistfully while you slept, looking up every now and again from his tablet to check on you. Hotch’s eyes shot toward you impossibly fast every time you moved, watching for a moment to be sure you were alright before he looked away again.
After watching this for an hour, Morgan moved from his spot by Rossi to sit in front of Hotch.
“Hey,” Hotch said, nodding to Derek. “Can’t sleep?”
Morgan shrugged, biting back a grin. “I got a cat nap in. You?”
“I’ll sleep better in my bed,” Hotch replied. “I’m a little too tall for these seats.”
“Yeah, you always looked scrunched up,” Derek teased, jokingly mimicking the position Hotch once tried to sleep in. He woke up with one hell of a catch in his back. “Can I ask you a question?”
Hotch looked up, suspicious and a little scared. “Sure.”
Derek opened his mouth to speak and you shifted in your sleep again, causing Aaron’s eyes to shoot over toward you. His eyebrows drew together as he watched you, waiting for you to settle back down.
By the time Hotch looked back over, Morgan was smirking.
“What was your question?” Hotch asked.
“That right there,” Morgan replied, lowering his voice a little just to be sure you wouldn’t catch any of it. “What’s goin’ on?”
“What?” Hotch asked, feigning innocence, but he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, and the smile he wasn’t able to hold back. “I don’t, uh-- What do you mean?”
“You should tell her,” Morgan said, starting to grin. “You really should.”
What Hotch didn’t know is that exactly two days before this, you confessed your feelings to Morgan. Only because he caught you smiling at Hotch, and you knew he wouldn’t give it up. Also because you were starting to go a little crazy, holding it in. But you called it a stupid crush and said it would go away. Derek didn’t believe you.
“No,” Hotch said, but he kept smiling. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” Derek shrugged. “What’s the harm?”
Hotch stayed quiet, looked back down. He shook his head.
“Hotch, you gotta put yourself out there,” Derek whispered. “And you gotta do it before you’re too late.”
Hotch nodded slowly. He should’ve known you’d have someone else on your horizons. You’re much younger, far prettier than he ever thought to be real. No wonder someone else took notice. No wonder someone else was ahead of him.
“Seriously,” Morgan pressed a little further. “Valentine’s Day is coming up, y’know. Perfect timing.”
Hotch chuckled softly, shaking his head at Morgan’s wicked grin. “Alright.”
+++
Emily and JJ realized it at the same time you did, though you told yourself you were overthinking and making it all up.
Hotch had bought your coffee.
It didn’t seem that strange, or romantic even. You happened to be at a coffee shop down the street, waiting in line to order when Hotch got in line behind you.
The two of you talked while you waited. What a happy coincidence, both of you were there before work. Your heart fluttered with every word he said, every smile he showed and laugh he let slip. Even his jokes, you were flustered beyond belief.
And then he got your coffee for you.
He asked, and you were so shocked that you said yes. You couldn’t stop smiling and neither could he.
Truthfully, Aaron was over the moon. His heart was beating like crazy, and he wondered if you noticed his nervous laughter. (You did.)
When you got back to the BAU, walking in together caught Emily and JJ’s attention. Reid was in the middle of a book, and Derek was nowhere to be found (probably off with Penelope). But Emily and JJ immediately tuned in.
“Hey you two,” you smiled, walking around to your desk.
“Hey yourself,” Emily grinned, keeping an eye on Hotch as he walked up to his office, smiling to himself. “You’re in a good mood.”
“A very good mood,” JJ echoed, propping herself up on the corner of her desk. “You and Hotch got coffee?”
“Yeah,” you replied, thinking nothing of it. “I just ran into him at my usual place.”
Emily and JJ shared a look, raising their eyebrows.
“Just ran into him?” JJ asked, shrugging her shoulders.
“…yeah?” you laughed. “What about it?”
“Did he buy your coffee?” Emily asked quietly, biting back a grin. “That’s…” She cocked her head, giving you a look.
“It’s what?”
“It sounds like he likes you,” Reid piped up, eyes still focused on his book. “It was a romantic gesture.”
Reid had known for a while. He kept it to himself, though, because nine times out of ten, when he first picks up on these things, no one else has yet. And if he mentions it, it’s often invasive and people get defensive, because it’s something they don’t want to think about.
So, he’s kept it quiet. But he has noticed. And now it’s getting obvious.
Your mouth remained open in shock. Hotch? Having a crush on you? That seemed ridiculous. Impossible, even. He’s your boss, for crying out loud. Not to mention, older and…does he even date? He doesn’t talk about his personal life. You know he’s divorced, but that’s it.
“No,” you laughed awkwardly. “I mean, I buy my coffee for my friends all the time. I’ve bought you guys coffee,” you gestured to Emily and JJ. “It’s fine, right?”
“It’s fine,” Emily shrugged. “Yeah, it’s fine, it’s not anything serious.”
“Just a coffee,” JJ agreed, although both of them still didn’t fully believe you.
It was friendly, sure, but the kind of friendly that had romantic undertones and intentions.
But you didn’t want to think about that because it felt impossible. They were reading too far into it, that’s all.
It’s a running joke that joining the BAU is a death sentence for your love life, so it’s a regular conversation, that’s all.
That’s all, you told yourself. That’s all.
+++
The BAU rang in February with a new case, this one in Alabama. It took a week or so to solve, and by the end of it, you were all exhausted. Yet you needed to eat, so the team went out for dinner.
Somehow — you never really know how this happens — the conversation veered toward Valentine’s Day. Derek brought it up, purely because he and Penelope are planning to spend it together watching the worst rom-coms imaginable.
“I don’t know, it just kinda bums me out. I never look forward to it,” you said, expecting to be in the majority at the table, but you weren’t.
“What?” Derek said. “We’ve gotta change that.”
You smiled at him, though it felt like he was pitying you.
“Why does it bum you out?” Hotch asked earnestly.
You hadn’t expected him to say anything, let alone to ask you a question. “Because,” you started. “I guess I just see all these happy couples, and the cards and balloons and flowers and chocolates and it’s— It’s just too much to look at.”
“You know, most of the happiest couples on Valentine’s Day are actually struggling in their relationship,” Reid said, mid-chew.
“What statistics back that one up, pretty boy?” Morgan teased.
“Just an observation,” Reid shrugged, swallowing.
“I know,” you replied. “I know statistically — also just from experience — that they’re not that happy, but still. They still look it. And it’s, you know, it’s sad.” You paused, not wanting to finish your sentence but you knew you had to because you dug this hole for yourself. “Because…I know that I’ll never have that.”
“What makes you say that?” Hotch asked, his voice quiet with concern.
“Yeah, Y/N,” Emily said, her face sad as she shook her head solemnly. “You don’t know that.”
“But…I do.” Your smile was a soft, sad one born from acceptance. “I never have had it, and it just seems so unlikely for me. Besides, I don’t want to be pretending to be happy and in love. That would be worse than being single.”
“Not everyone is pretending,” Hotch said, his eyes soft.
“Maybe,” you shrugged. “I didn’t mean to take over the table, guys. Let’s— JJ, what are you and Will doing?”
The conversation went back into safer territory, as JJ told the table that her and Will would probably do something small after Henry went to bed. Or maybe a dinner, after Spencer offered to babysit.
“Yeah, or I could babysit,” you offered. “You guys should have a date.”
“Uh, you should too,” Emily said. “You’ll find someone.”
“Considering Valentine’s Day is in three days, I doubt it.”
The table was silent for a moment, but Rossi broke it. “You’ll find someone,” he said with his small smile. “You’ll see.”
You rolled your eyes. It wasn’t unlike Rossi to talk like a fortune cookie.
+++
Aaron wanted to throw up.
Well, he wouldn’t go that far, but he certainly was nervous. He didn’t even know if you’d show up.
But he waited. Inside the coffee shop, at a table by the window, he waited. The barista kept giving him this look, like she pitied him because it was Valentine’s Day and he was sitting at a table for two. Alone.
He texted you and asked if you wanted to grab coffee, but you hadn’t texted him back — yet. Still, he needed something to do today, so he came anyway.
Why did he give everyone the day off? He felt ridiculous.
What Aaron didn’t know was that a few miles away, you felt even more ridiculous.
“It’s not even a date!” you cried over the phone. “What the hell am I so worked up for?”
“Because you like him!” Penelope gushed. “And he clearly likes you. Oh, I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!”
You laughed at her as you worked your boots over your heels. “Relax, Pen.”
“I won’t!”
“Okay, well, I need to go because he texted like…an hour ago and I’m not even on the way. God, what if he’s already left? I bet he—”
“Shush! No more! You have a hot date and no room for self-doubt, now go!”
“Fine, fine, I’m going. Let me text him that I’m leaving— Penelope.”
Your heart dropped out of your ass. There, staring back at you, was your text message that you meant to send an hour ago. You forgot to hit send.
“I forgot to hit send!” you screamed, flying toward the front door. “I’m such an ass!”
“No you’re not!” Penelope yelled back. “Call him!”
“I can’t!”
“I will literally add him to this call right now if you don’t—”
“Don’t you dare!” You promptly hung up with her and called Aaron. “Come on, pick up. Pick up, please, pick up—”
“Hello?”
“Hi!” you sounded out of breath. “Hi, I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot. I meant to text you back, but it didn’t send, and I know that sounds like a stupid excuse, but I swear it’s true—”
“Y/N—”
“If you’ve already left, that’s okay, God I feel so bad—”
“Y/N,” he said again. He sounded like he was smiling. “It’s okay,” he chuckled. “I haven’t been here that long.” He had. But you didn’t need to know that, because it was irrelevant. He would wait years for you.
“I’m on my way now, I swear to god,” you said, laughing a little. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be there.”
“Do you want your usual?” he asked.
Your heart skipped a beat. He knew your order. Your usual. “Yeah,” you said. “Please. Thank you.”
“No problem,” he replied, still smiling. “I’ll have it waiting for you.”
Relief. “You’re the best.”
By the time you made it to the coffee shop, Aaron did, in fact, have your coffee waiting for you. Along with your favorite pastry from their bakery. Today, it had a pink heart on it.
He stood to his feet when he saw you come in. You looked flustered, yes, but beautiful beyond measure. He didn’t know if he was going to be able to stop himself from fainting.
You felt the same way. Seeing him out of the suit never ceased to amaze you. He wore a nice black button down today with jeans. He still looked unbelievably handsome, his hair fluffier than usual, not as slicked down as he does it for work.
“What’s all this?” you asked, sheepish. A red rose laid across the table, your favorite pastry sat next to your coffee. It was all so…sweet. “Aaron, you didn’t have to…”
He shrugged. “I wanted it to be special.”
He sat down after you did, his stomach doing somersaults. He didn’t want to point you in the direction of his question so blatantly, but he was getting impatient. He just wanted to blurt it.
Before he could, though, you turned your cup toward you and saw the writing on the side. There, in Hotch’s unmistakable all-caps handwriting, was one question: Will you be my Valentine?
You gasped, then pouted, shocked by it all, but so, so happy. Deep down, you wanted this to happen, but you never let yourself believe that it really could or that it really was.
“Really?” you asked him, looking up from the writing.
He nodded slowly, a soft smile spreading across his lips. “I know you said you don’t like the holiday, but I thought you at least deserved to have a happy one. At least once.”
You didn’t know what to say. “That’s… That’s so sweet, Aaron, wow, okay. Yes.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Yes what?”
You grinned. He’s so cute. “I’ll be your Valentine.”
“Oh!” he laughed. “Right. Sorry, I’m so nervous.”
“Me too,” you confessed. “I was on the phone with Garcia before I came-- She knows, by the way. She insisted this was a date, but I told her not to be delusional and-- Is this a date?”
“If you want it to be,” he said. “I’d like that.”
“I’d like that too,” you murmured. “A lot.”
“Would you like to…” his voice trailed away. “I am so bad at this.”
Instinctively, your hand reached across the table and rested on his. “No you’re doing great!”
He smiled, his cheeks flushing red at your touch. He turned his hand over and clasped his fingers around yours. “Would you like to do this again? I don’t want this to just be today. I’d like to…see where this goes.”
“Me too,” you breathed, so relieved you could almost cry. “I’d love that.”
“And,” he added, enveloping your hand in both of his. “Penelope was the first to know. She saw right through me.”
“When?” you laughed. It was hard to imagine Penelope Garcia cornering Aaron Hotchner on something like this.
“I think it was your first case,” he admitted, the blush seeming permanent on his cheeks now. “I guess how I spoke on the phone gave me away.”
“The first day?” Honestly, it gave you a bit of an ego boost.
He nodded. “The very first.”
“That’s…adorable.” There was nothing else to it.
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spiriteddreams · 3 months
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Your boxer!wriothesley got me melting ><
I'm rambling but HEAR ME OUTT
with the reader and wriothesley enjoying their little talk, dad!neuvillette is watching the whole scene. And the sneaky bastard wriothesley is, he saw neuvillette looking at them. I imagine wriothelesley then randomly asks you to hang out with him in order to risen neuvilette's dad instincts, "say, are you free this Saturday?" praying for wriothesley rn.
Neuvillette would immediately change the pace of the scenery by entering it, "unfortunately, my daughter is busy during weekends due to some other incoming shipments for the gym, may I ask why you're asking her?" with a hint of authority and suspicious voice.
imagine reader silently praying for both to stop
omg YES the little dynamic between the three and i just know wrio will take every opportunity to tease!! also sorry it's taken me a bit to respond i've been a bit busy and also needed to gather my thoughts!
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boxer!wrio who turns to neuvillette with that signature grin of his, not backing down even when your father towers over him. it's a tone he's used on wrio many a times, one laced with the undertone of a threat. a threat that the boxer purposefully ignores in favour of looking away from your father and turning to you to ask, "there's a new cafe that opened up just recently. care to grab a drink with me?"
"again, she's busy," neuvillette glares at wrio as you swat at your father's arm. you know your father means well, and you know that if he truly did think that wrio was trouble, he would have put his foot down immediately. but that doesn't mean wrio's constant teasing was helping his case. because boy does wrio seem to get an adrenaline rush when he pulls something in front of your father. the cocky grin on his face is evident of that as he looks between you and your father.
"i'm not!" both men turn to look at you, one with a clearly gleeful expression, the other with one that is darkening with each second. this is perhaps the boldest wrio has been, asking you out so shamelessly in front of your father. and poor neuvillette, left to his own defenses, doesn't know about the little "dates" you've snuck away to since wrio first asked you out.
boxer!wrio, who despite his almost frightening aura, turns out to be a big teddy bear behind his bandaged hands. past his cocky attitude is someone still a little unsure if he's doing all of this right, and you don't tell him that you've caught him staring at you multiple times while you're together, almost as if he's checking to make sure that he's doing this right. at the gym he throws punches with such force that its second nature to him. those easy going grins and flirtatious remarks are made with ease in the comforts of the gym, much to neuvillette's dismay. but on these little dates you find yourself at, watching as he fumbles over his words when he tries to be sly, or jumps at any opportunity to show off, you begin to learn more about him.
in a world of boys he's a gentleman, trying to impress you with the smallest of things from surprising you with mini bouquets of flowers or offering to go fill your water when you're working out alongside him at the gym. there's still some insecurity that lingers in his eyes when he sees you hesitate at times, but the moment you accept his offers with a little smile, that teasing attitude returns.
it doesn't stop at the dates he takes you on. in the gym, he seems to grow bolder with each day and wrio's lingering touches and efforts to bend down to whisper something to you make neuvillette's eyes twitch, his voice and tone growing ever so slightly louder and more aggressive.
"wriothesley." the boxer snaps to attention when your father's voice cuts through the gym. he winks at you cheekily before answering the call of his name, leaving you either with warm cheeks and an effort to hide the growing smile on your face or a classic roll of the eyes.
and poor neuvillette bears witness to wrio's shameless flirting. some of the regulars pat him on the back, commenting on "young love" and "your daughter's found a good man." and while neuvillette may agree, not that he'd say that to you, that doesn't stop the scowl that spreads across his face when he hears wrio's flirtatious comments.
neuvillette's attempts to "prevent" you from going on these dates, he has a feeling you've been on more than you say you have, are half-hearted. he can attest to being a protective father, but he's well aware of your own capabilities. as long as wrio knows that the moment he does something stupid, neuvillette will rain down all hell on the boxer.
naturally, wrio knows his boundaries and he'll back off the moment he senses discomfort but for now, when you're choosing to indulge in his cheeky attitude, he just can't help it. it's just so easy to poke fun at you and see how far he can go without being literally tossed out by your father.
boxer!wrio, who knows he's playing the long game, but he'll wait. he has plenty of patience and more than enough confidence to know that sooner or later, he'll win you over with his charms. hopefully sooner than later.
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could you do a luke fic where an apollo kid reader teaches him how to play guitar?(and maybe sing together) also i love your works🫶
Taught Strums
Pairing - Luke Castellan x Apollo!reader
W/c - 1.5
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A/n: you are so sweet ml <33
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Attempting to engage a handful of demigod children proved to be tedious. It was more tempestuous than a quest ever could ever be. You were exceedingly grateful for your students' inherent abilities to produce music, but it sounded as pleasant as a group of seven could on untuned guitars.
This was the most demanding part of your mornings, seeking out gratitude amongst the ringing noises. You woke with the desire to teach and would leave feeling mildly accomplished, but mostly drained. You loved your siblings, but they had demonstrated to be rather difficult.
You moved your brother’s grip to grasp a chord and allowed a gentle note to caress your ears.
“When can I learn a song?” He asked, strumming gently against his instrument.
“You keep this up and maybe by the weekend.” You replied with a soft smile.
“Really!?” The small blonde you assisted, beaming at his success.
You wouldn’t admit to favourites amongst your siblings, but the Solace boy raised your spirits.
Your sister called for your assistance and you were once again whisked away to help, oblivious to the eyes that remained on your applicable frame.
Your boyfriend was at the dining pavilion playing a distracted game of cards, his gaze gently on you. He watched you lean forward, the beads around your neck slipping over your shirt, his sight set on an additional emblem that graced the thread around your neck and his. Few campers had nostalgic pieces adorned to their threads, Annabeth had her fathers college ring, a few of the demeter kids had resin pressed flowers, but you and Luke shared a small stone carving a Lyre. It represented your gift, your love and the ever dreamt of Elysium. The charm is a constant affirmation of who you belonged to and who he would seek out in the depths of Tartarus.
“Luke,” Chris gestured, having to repeat his name to gather his attention, “your play man.” He mindlessly set out a card and let his gaze return back to your attentive grasp, soaking in your warmth. He couldn’t help but dismiss the meaningless game when you were near, he was like a moth to a flame, your fire slowly making his other priorities melt.
“Dude just go.” Connor took the pile of cards back and began to shuffle them, a few of them floating on the ground.
Luke didn’t have to be told twice and let the invisible guide between you tug him to your presence, to your sweet smile and gentle hands. His inherent nature was dependent on you, he was forever reaching out.
“Hi Luke,” a few of your siblings chorused, your head turning at his arrival.
“Bad time?” He asked.
“Just a minute,” you replied, turning to your sister. While you assisted the girl your siblings instantly flocked to Luke, asking questions about swords and fighting, the real world and about anything that came to their small minds.
As to your promise you salvaged him from your pestering - loving - siblings, explaining that practice was to be finished later, leaving them with a guitar’s neck in your grasp.
“Where to, ‘Lucy Gray’?” he asked, his calloused hands finding yours.
“You’ll see.”
The sun followed wherever your feet trailed, an ever glowing halo making your skin warm to the touch, Luke forever in the palm of your hand. You led him towards the lake, just to where the stones met the lush grass and blanketed at the base of an Oak tree, a seat woven from the flora and roots.
The plants saved you from your troubles and moulded around you, sculpting against your body and Luke’s alike, your guitar resting in your lap. Your eyes flickered to the splash of Naiads who retreaded under the rush of waves, the women’s tails snapping against the tension of the water, and letting it ripple against the tide. You turned your gaze to Luke, who’s never left yours. Your boyfriend had a tendency to stare, his mind would buzz and his head would tilt a little, but you couldn’t sustain contact for as long as he could, so you turned to your instrument.
The notes your fingers strum were pure and resonant and echoed through the stillness. Your fingers pulled across the strings with ease while you let a soft hum leave your lips, a whisper to the passing breeze.
You had a gift, distinguishable from your siblings. Children of Apollo had a tendency to lean towards the liberal arts, but you could manipulate sound like none of your siblings. The gift came after a rather uneventful evening in Olympus, Apollo was feeling bored and after your generous offerings he decided to grant you with the ability to hypnotise through your music. Your art tempted people, it made them forget their own names, it was a temporary trip from their troubles and had them craving your sound, fumbling under your voice.
Luke was not immune to your gifts and he adored them greatly. With you beside him he could appreciate his surroundings, the music pushing his stresses into the background.
“Can you sing?” He asked, his tone gentle. This was his request any time an instrument was in reach.
You smiled at his question, he still made you feel needed after years of people’s pleading. Your fingers smoothly eased between chords and began to play a song which plagued your mind, the lullaby which kept you at ease and proved your love is yours, all yours.
Moon a hole of light
Through the big top tent up high
Shinin’ down on me
The words rolled off your tongue with ease and were sent directly to Luke, slipping through his entire body. You fingers continued to toy with the strings and he continued to lean towards your presence, becoming completely in awe with you once again.
My baby, here on earth
Showed me what my heart was worth
So, when it comes to be my turn
He felt as if the words were crafted for him, each strum and pluck had him in mind, that the choreography of your fingers embraced him. It felt that way at least.
'Cause my love is mine, all mine
I love mine, mine, mine
Nothing in the world belongs to me
You lingered on the last note and then changed your grip and speed, confusing the brunette. Your hands trailed up the instrument then stopped looking over to him, setting the guitar beside you and nearing closer to him, resting your legs over his and pulling the instrument into your grip once more. You pushed the head in his direction which he graciously took then plucked at one of the strings, a painful sound from his flicking.
“Here.” You took his hand and settled it above the strings, his arm resting against the pure wood waiting for instruction. Your fingers climbed over his and delicately plucked at the string closest to him, pulling at it in a repeated manner. Once he grasped it you leant over to his other hand to linger between a few frets, the pattern continuous and difficult for his feeble fingers.
“Mhm, just like that,” you praised, your words lightening his view. He continued to pluck the strings and move his other hand, occasionally forgetting his next move which he picked up easily.
Once he became comfortable with the pattern he noticed your hands underneath his, playing a more complex tune. The two sounds - out of time - familiar to him.
You had shifted so you were practically in his lap and spoke “Ready?” To which he nodded, he would always be ready for you. You started, him following sourly after you, you slowed a little gaining motion with him.
“What is it?” He asked, his fingers messing up, his lips letting out a soft hum.
In your response you sung the chorus in time lowly.
I heard he lives down a river somewhere
With six cars and a grizzly bear
He's got eyes, but he can't see
Well he talks like an angel, but he looks like me
He smiled sweetly, still out of pace, but his dimples showed for your accomplished work. His soft curls fell over his gaze, obstructing him slightly, but he didn’t mind, he enjoyed the simple pleasures as your hands brushed against one another, his lips buzzing a soft sound.
I heard you sold the Amazon
To show the country that you're from
Is where the world should want to be
You both choked out verses and let your voice guide his. He was not a child of Apollo - his voice cracks were questionable - but it was sweet being amongst one another with no other priorities.
When Luke’s fingers became numb he relaxed into your side, his curls tickling your neck and soft breath hitting your skin. You continued to toy at the strings and drifted between a piece you’ve been working on and trying to memorise.
You were a ballad and he was dyslexic, your relationship was a constant blur.
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teatreeoilll · 3 months
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|| Temptation (Satoru Gojo X Reader) ||
(Reposted from my old blog which I don't have access to anymore (thanks Tumblr), if you liked it reblogs or likes would be appreciated to get me back on track since I've lost all my followers and half my work :(
While hoping to be reinstated in the Jujutsu world, you meet with the teacher you had a crush on in your school days.
I wrote this while drunk, I think that says it all.
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"Why'd you call me Sensei?" Gojo chuckled, his long fingers reaching his blindfold, holding it up to let one eye peek from under it. You take a seat across from him. "I was only your teacher for a year, and that was ages ago."
He was right, of course, but the air of his office and the familiar smell of the chrysanthemum bushes outside the window had brought back too many memories of your last year at Jujutsu High; your mind had no trouble flashing the images of late nights and talks with your then best friends.
2009
"I think I might fail this year," you'd laugh, covering your mouth with your hand, thinking it would hush your uncalled-for remarks you'd whisper in the middle of training sessions, "I mean what is he, a few years older than us?"
On weekend nights, the few students in your grade would gather in one of the rooms, trying to muffle the 'tsssk' sound the opening of the drinks they managed to smuggle for these occasions would produce. At most of these gatherings, the tougher subjects would be tactfully avoided, no talk about missions and curses, or mentions of horrible past incidents were allowed.
There wasn't much left to chat about after the rules were unanimously established, and so most nights your classmates would group together laughing at the feelings you've managed to develop for your new teacher. The running joke had always made your cheeks flush red. "Oh, Gojo-Sensei, your eyes are so blue!" A boy from your class would make a lousy impression of your voice that would always elicit laughter from the group, "Oh, Gojo-Sensei, could you tutor me?"
Even at that age, you liked to think that no one apart from your friends could observe the crush you've steadily developed. However, especially when hearing your whispers, your teacher had always felt that was an insult to his self-proclaimed skills of deduction. Gojo would make sure to pause his enthusiastic explanations to put a large hand on your shoulder just to watch you blush, and your classmates giggle. He was far too determined to take advantage of each lesson to bask in the feeling of your attentive gaze.
present day
"I'm sorry," you mutter, "Old habits." His limbs are sprawled on the shiny leather of the chair as he talks ; "Are you thinking of returning to the Jujutsu world? If so, I think there are more suitable people to talk to." He noticed your gaze shifting downwards, he didn't mean any harm with his words, but you couldn't help but feel unwanted in the room.
"I'm sorry to be a bother, I just thought that -" "Ah, I'm sorry. You probably just came to visit your old Sensei you used to crush on." He snickers. Getting up from his seat, he walks around the large desk, just to put a hand on your shoulder the way he remembered would make you blush. "What? I -," You struggle to find the words, your gaze still fixed on your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your dress. "I - I never had a crush on you."
Your words seemed to him as a personal challenge. The determination to make you admit it excited every cell in his body as he kneeled before you, the grin widening on his face when he grabbed your fidgeting hand to hold gently, the sudden touch making you raise your eyes to glance at him.
He hardly changed, you thought, his mannerisms still as shameless as they were back then, his touch still making your stomach flutter. "Nothing to be ashamed about," He declares, "It was your last year, and this young, attractive man comes in -" "Gojo Se-" you stop yourself from saying the word that so easily excited him to go down this path, "Gojo, I'm really only here to talk my reinstatement."
His thumb moves slightly over the back of your hand, the walls of the room closed in on you when the heat from his hand runs straight to your head. "Sure," He lets out another small chuckle before putting on a serious expression, "Just as soon as you'll admit it."
He watches your brows furrow. "I see you've learned nothing. The first rule of Jujutsu is that honesty makes you more powerful," The snarky comment makes you cross your arms. You yank your hand back, and the chair scratches the floor under you when you get up.
"That's childish," You inhale a sharp breath, but his immaturity, as most spiteful characteristics, rubs off on you. "Might you be so stubborn because you're the one who had a crush on me?" You spew, stunned at your own unsophisticated comment.
"Who says I didn't?" He gets up from his knee to face you once again, his unwavering enthusiasm makes it hard to control your pent-up urge to both pull him to you, and shove him away. Huh?
"Never mind that," He suddenly says.
"What do you mean, never mind that?" You cock your head to the side, confused at the sudden change of heart he displayed. "I don't need you to admit it anymore," You watch the corners of his mouth twitch lightly before widening back to a broad grin, "You already did, little tomato."
Your hands shot up to feel your own cheeks, the heat radiating to the palms of your hands. You were sure you looked like you'd just run a marathon. "Alright, little tomato, you can ask about the other things now," He smiles, leaning back on his desk. A thought crosses your head that even Alexander the Great didn't beam like that when bringing the Persian Empire to its knees.
"Don't call me that," you protest. With each response he'd evoke from you, he'd find himself more captivated, seizing the moment to push himself off of the desk only to stand closer to you. "Why not, little tomato?" He'd found himself too fond of the new nickname, his face so close to yours you couldn't ignore it if you tried. His blindfold sat peacefully at the crook of his neck, his hair splayed on his forehead, eyes agonizing to look at; looking half at you and half through you.
The childish-like oblivious manner of your feelings had disappeared as soon as his lips brushed on yours, the pit of your stomach spinning and swirling at the fantasies you thought you'd left behind years ago. He snorted a little when you pressed your lips against his, his hands impulsively gripping your thighs.
He groans between the kisses; "I really see I've taught you nothing, little tomato," He murmured, "The second rule is never letting your opponent know he's got the upper hand."
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