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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏
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✧.* CHAPTER 52 || The Things Done in Private
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[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?
[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, smut, & angst if u squint.
[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.6k
[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.
[ [ chapters mlist } ]
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——WHILE YOU WERE BUSY confessing your love to Choso and having that long-ass conversation in his car, Geto and Yuki had been left in the cafe.
When you initially left to chase after Choso, Geto and Yuki turned to each other before laughing. They found the entire thing entertaining more than ever and swore they were watching a drama unfold.
But, after the shared laughter, Yuki smacked Geto’s arm, “Now, why the hell did you cause all that?” She asked with a raised brow.
Geto snickered, “Because there’s too much they don’t know about each other.”
Yuki scoffed, “Meaning?”
“I can’t explain it all to you since it’s not my place but, trust me when I say, there are things she needs to talk to him about,” Geto explained vaguely.
“Right… So you and her really were good friends?”
“We could’ve ended up besties,” Geto hums, shrugging to himself, “But, I didn’t want to put myself between her and…”
“Her and Choso?” Yuki questions with a tilt of her head.
“No, someone else,” Geto murmurs. He didn’t want to mention Gojo again because, in his mind, Yuki didn’t need to know all of your business, “Anyway, I brought up Sukuna to help the two. Watch them come back as a married couple within the next thirty minutes.”
Yuki scoffs, “Y’know what, let’s bet on it!” She exclaims, moving to stick her hand out, “Thirty minutes; she comes back alone ready to kick your ass because you fucked it all up for her.”
Geto snickers and moves to shake the blonde’s hand, “Thirty minutes; they come back together happier than ever.”
The two shake each other’s hands firmly, solidifying their bet and deciding that the loser would have to buy the winner something.
Turns out they were both wrong though because as they spent the rest of their time together talking and catching up, two hours had passed, and neither you nor Choso had returned. It was raining outside and the sound of thunder is what caused Geto to remember the bet made.
He turned to look out the window behind him, seeing how hard it was raining, and letting out a scoff, “Seems we were both wrong.”
“Think they’re okay?” Yuki asks.
“I’m sure they’re fine,” Geto shrugged, “Probably long gone by now anyway.”
Yuki sighed and moved to rest her cheek against her knuckles, “That’s no funn, they were supposed to come backkk…”
Geto shakes his head at the woman as he moves to stand up, her eyes following him, “It’s for the best, I’m sure. Plus, it started raining not too long after they walked out so it makes sense they didn't come back.”
She rolls her eyes at him, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Where are you going?”
“Home,” Geto sighs, “I have a roommate to feed.”
Yuki lets out a snort, “To feed? You talk about Gojo as if he were a pet.”
“He is sometimes,” The raven-haired male jokes, “But I meant I should go home and tell him what happened here, he’d want to know.”
She raises a brow, “Why?”
“He’s nosy and will wanna know why I stayed out longer than I told him I would,” Geto explains, chuckling to himself as he grabs his things.
“So basically,” Yuki starts laughing a bit, “You have to keep your boyfriend updated with your social life?”
Geto frowns, “He’s not my boyfriend, stop that.”
The woman begins to snicker, “Right, right, sure.”
Geto rolls his eyes and after grabbing his bag, he turns to walk away, “I’ll see you later, Yuki.”
“Oh come onn, you can’t just leave me here!” She huffs, “At least give me a ride homeee…”
“Nope, you’re the one who thought a bike would be a better investment than a car,” Geto replies as he furthers away from her.
The sound of her groaning dramatically is the last thing Geto hears before exiting the cafe. He was lucky enough to have an umbrella in the bag he brought with him so he quickly opened the item and swung it up and over his head.
Making his way through the parking lot, he sees that Choso’s car is no longer where it was earlier and the sight makes Geto curious. He then glances to where he remembers your car being parked and once he sees it was left in the same place, he smiles to himself.
He knew things would work out just fine.
After that, Geto makes it to his vehicle and steadily gets in. Today was quite the day and he started to wonder what his best friend was doing while you were here at the cafe all this time…
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The answer to that was simple. 
Gojo Satoru had been going through it at home. Since he had the apartment to himself and no Suguru to vent to because he was out, Gojo was quite literally losing his mind.
From the second you walked out the door, Gojo rested his head against it and wondered if he should go after you and take everything he said back. Perhaps there was a way for him to fix things-
Yeah, no. He purged those thoughts from his mind the moment they came. And of course, to make matters worse, you left him with an annoying tent in his pants.
Gojo let out a groan as he lifted his head from the door and trudged to his bedroom. He kicked his door shut and shuffled over to his bed, laying face first against it and grunting at the friction against his member.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Gojo grumbled to himself. It was one of those aggravating boners that wouldn’t die down.
You often left him like this too. Nearly every time Gojo had the pleasure of kissing you, he’d gotten hard. Whether it was during the kiss or directly after, it never mattered, his cock always sprung up because of you.
Hell, even on Christmas when you first hugged him he had to control his body. You made him feel like a teenager with the way the smallest touches from you went straight to his dick.
As of now, his tip was leaking in precum the more he thought about you. Gojo had to shift around to lay on his back, his legs hanging off the bed as he stared up at his ceiling still thinking about you.
Do you know what you do to him?  Are you aware of how much the very idea of you turns him on? Gojo shuts his eyes to try and calm his thoughts but it’s no help, the second his eyelids shut, he’s picturing you all over again.
His hand moves on its own to rest over the bulge in his sweats as he has images of you staring up at him in his head, the sound of you uttering his name simply echoing through his brain.
Fuck, he loved the way you said his name. His fingers curl around his length and he palms himself through his clothes. He’d do anything to hear you moan his name again.
It feels like it’s been forever. Part of Gojo feels like he should’ve kept you with him longer. You were in such a perfect position too, all he’d have to do was lift you up against that door and fuck you right then and there.
His hand movements over the prominent print of his cock grow more eager and Gojo sighs heavily. Then, he decides that his boner isn’t going to go down on its own so he might as well just take care of it already.
Gojo starts to move around, shifting his sweats down enough and sitting up while pulling his phone out. He could use his imagination of you to get off no problem but, another idea had come to mind. It was perverted of him but he didn’t care.
His fingers tapped over his phone screen quickly, moving to head to the nearest social app, which in this case was Instagram. He knew yours by heart and was quick to type it in, feeling like such a pervert as he prepared himself for what he was about to do.
Gojo was beyond desperate so he went through your page, finding a picture of you from the summertime. The caption said something about the last photo being taken by Shoko but Gojo wasn’t paying attention to any of that.
There was a collection of images posted, one in particular imprinted in the man’s brain from a while ago. He swiped through the images before he landed on it. It was taken in a bathroom, dim lighting showing what was important and good god Gojo’s cock was twitching at the sight.
It was the only image posted that could be considered a thirst trap. You hand one hand on the counter and the other up at your lip, the pose seeming as though you were checking yourself out in the mirror. In your reflection, your cleavage was exposed and one of the straps to the thin tank top you wore was hanging off your shoulder.
You were braless but no one could really tell unless they paid close enough attention, which Gojo did. Then, the entirety of your back profile was revealed as well, the arch you had as you leaned forward and the way the small shorts you wore clung to your ass made Gojo let out a heavy breath.
This was so fucked up. He shouldn’t be doing this but there he was anyway, reaching his hand into his briefs and tugging his cock out.
So much of your skin was exposed and the shorts you were wearing was the perfect tease. Gojo knew what you looked like beneath all that after all, he knows what you feel like, what you smell like, what you sound like.
So, this photo of you was just enough to feed his imagination. He knew you at the time this picture was taken, just never talked to you. 
Even so, none of that mattered right now, not when this one photo was enough to have Gojo’s mind running rampant. His hand started moving on its own, a groan leaving his lips as his fingers wrapped around his cock and he began to jerk himself off.
He’d done this plenty of times with you in mind but never to a photo before. What would you think if you saw him like this? Legs spread, veiny hands running up and down his shaft as his eyes remained glued to such a teasing picture.
“Fuck,” Gojo moaned, just thinking about you ever seeing him like this drove him crazy.
He soon tosses his phone and just leans back a little, focusing on relieving himself. All he needed was that image in mind to continue, his imagination coaxing him through his acts.
Gojo let out a pant as he started to picture you instead of his hand. He remembered so vividly how you forced him to list all the things he missed about you whilst teasing him, the way your index was swirling around his tip so teasingly— he mimicked the motion and had to bite his lip to conceal a whine.
He recalls how small your hand is compared to his cock and the way you’d jerked him off so slowly. Gojo has every moment with you imprinted into the forefront of his brain, if he thinks hard enough, he could almost feel you over him again.
Your cunt was always so damn wet, so tight, so fucking intoxicating. Gojo’s hand began to increase in pace, slick sounds of him jerking off filling his room. He wishes that the last time he had sex with you, he was able to touch you because fuck is it torture to think back on it now.
He wanted so badly to grab onto your hips and fuck his lengthy cock up into you, only to praise you for taking him so well. And then there was today and the sounds you let out just from a couple of kisses. How whiney and breathy your voice had been as you’d uttered a simple don’t stop while grinding against his leg.
Gojo missed touching you already. His eyes shut for a moment and his lips parted, a whine of your name leaving his lips. Now he was making up scenarios in his head, using that picture you posted as inspiration. He could only imagine the kind of sounds and expressions you’d make if he was ever able to fuck you from behind.
He can picture how your eyes would roll back, the way your jaw would drop and you’d moan his name over and over, and even how your ass would feel bouncing off his pelvis every time he thrust into you. Gojo would take any kind of sex from you right now.
Sloppy sex where it’s all just a mess and both of you are completely fucked out, slow sex where he’s deep inside you and whispering in your ear how much he loves you, or even rough sex where he’s fucking you dumb and hearing you whine about how you can’t take it— even though he knows you can.
“S-Shit-,” Gojo moans again, knowing that you can handle him just makes his mind go blank.
Hell, you’d probably tease him if he were to have sex with you now, tell him how he’s not deep enough just to rile him up, order him to fuck you harder, and cum inside you. Gojo’s wrist was getting tired from how hard and fast he began stroking his dick.
He needed you so badly. He could hardly bring himself to a proper orgasm anymore. His eyes open and his free hand reaches for his phone again, this time he does something even more desperate. Gojo went to his voicemails, having one saved from you.
It was a while ago and you were cursing him out for something but his brain was too dazed with arousal to remember. What he wanted to hear was simply you saying his name. His thumb was shaking a bit as he went through the message you left, up until he heard your voice mutter his name.
“Satoru-,” He couldn’t hear anything else after that and his head went back, hand stroking himself even faster as he replayed that second of you voicing his name.
“Mmgh… fuck, n-need you s’bad, sweetheart,” He mumbled out, as if you could hear him. Gojo was releasing his moans and groans more freely now.
He soon looked down at how his hand slid up and down his cock so quickly, the amount of precum that’d come out smothering his length and making it seem like he already came. Gojo whined and even whimpered when he pictured you above him, you rode his dick so well that he��d never be able to forget it.
He vividly recalls how your folds parted around his cock, how eagerly your cunt sucked him in. Shit, speaking of sucking, he wished he got to experience that mouth of yours. 
Geto bragged about it to him before, telling him you knew how to throat cock surprisingly well. How you’d keep your eyes up despite them watering and flicking to the back of your head. The way you felt moaning around his shaft-, Gojo was losing it.
He had dropped his phone to the side again and his free hand went to his bedsheets, knuckles turning white as his fingers curled into them. His cock ached in his hand, tip twitching as he started to cum mid-stroke. 
He didn’t stop though, whimpering out your name so softly as his dick remained hard and he started overstimulating himself.
“Oh shit-,” Gojo moaned into the air, “F-Fuck, fuck… god-,” He tossed his head back again and the wet sounds of him jerking off grew even louder and messier as he spread his cum all over his cock.
You had him this much of a mess. He got this horny because of you. Gojo doesn’t know if he’s ever feined for sex from a specific person this badly in his life. He’d take anything from you, even a text from you right now would help him.
He ended up laying back as he kept stroking himself, recalling the smallest moments with you to get himself off. For example, when you had sex with Suguru, he remembers how you moaned and how loud everything was. He remembers the sound of you creaming around his best friend.
Gojo’s member was twitching again while he remembered how loudly the slap of your skin to his best friend’s was. His hand squeezes around his cock and he chokes as he recalls you riding him in a similar way. His dick had just slipped in and out of you so nicely, so perfectly, he wanted to feel that again.
Then Gojo could only imagine what you were like with other guys, what things you did with them, and how you looked doing so. 
He cums yet again at the thought and wonders if you knew the things you did to his body. His orgasm was fine but he swore it’d be better if you were here.
Gojo’s hand eventually came to a stop and he relaxed himself, his cock softening as he huffed out heavy pants. How the hell was he ever going to function properly without you?
He knows he has to but it’d be hard. Did he really just let you go? He could’ve kept blackmailing you…
No. You’d hate that. You’d probably cry. Yeah, Gojo didn’t like thinking about that again. Seeing you cry and even once hearing you cry over the phone still haunted him.
He just finished jerking off to you and now all he can think about is the shit he put you through. But hey, at least it’s over now, right? At least you’re happy.
And safe.
That’s all he cares about at the end of the day. Gojo’s heart will heal. He’ll move on eventually. He’ll go back to normal sooner or later.
Right?
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Wrong. Within the next hour, Gojo was jerking off again.
He had a problem at this point because he was standing beside his bed with a picture of you on his phone as he got off to it. These acts of his just continued.
The slightest thought of you for some reason made his cock twitch back to life. Was he in heat or something? It’s like his body was craving you today more than ever and he didn’t know why.
Sessions of getting off to different pictures and thoughts of you went on and on up until the sound of Geto calling Gojo’s name was heard.
By that point, Gojo was sweating and he had to rush around his bedroom to clean himself off before responding to his roommate.
“Uh, g-gimme’ a sec’,” Gojo huffed.
Even from outside his room, Geto knew what had been going on. After all, it wasn’t the first time he came home to Gojo thirsting after you. Hell, there was a time Geto walked by the bathroom and heard Gojo moan your name.
He knew his white-haired friend had a problem but he never really knew just how bad it was. Or at least, he didn’t know Gojo was simply obsessed with you.
“Satoru, you can’t keep doing this man,” Geto sighed out to his friend.
They hadn’t even laid eyes on one another and Geto already knew what was taking Gojo so long to come out.
After a minute or two, Gojo emerges from his room. Geto had to blink a few times at the sight of his best friend because he was simply a mess.
His hair was disheveled, his eyes were low, heavy pants leaving his lips, the shirt he clearly just put on already had sweat on it, and overall Gojo looked like he just run a marathon.
“Can’t keep doing what?” Gojo questioned casually.
Geto gave the man a blank stare as if to say he’s not dumb and he knew his best friend better than anyone but, afterward, he simply rolled his eyes, “Never mind.” He hums before turning away and heading toward their shared kitchen.
Gojo carefully followed behind his friend as he tried to clear his thoughts of you, “What do you mean never mind? I can’t keep doing what?”
“Jerking off to a woman who’s in love with someone else,” Geto says bluntly.
There’s a slight pang in Gojo’s chest but he ignores it as they both enter the kitchen, “I wasn’t-“
“Satoru, as soon as I walked in here, it smelt like dick…” He grumbles, his face twisting up in slight disgust.
“I-,” Gojo blinks and tilts his head innocently, “How do you know what dick smells like?”
Geto turns and looks at his friend with a blank stare, “I have one, idiot.”
“Okay but-“
“Enough, Satoru.” Geto says sternly, “I know what you were doing in there and there’s no need to deny it.”
“Right…” Gojo’s lips purse together as he goes to take a seat at the island in the middle of their kitchen.
“And I actually ran into your nut material earlier today.” The raven-haired male suddenly says before opening the fridge.
Gojo scoffs, “Nut material? Please don’t call her that.”
Geto snickers at his own comment, “That’s what you treat her like.”
Gojo frowns, “I do not-“
“Saw her with Choso, by the way.” Geto interrupts as he swipes a bottle of water out of the fridge.
“Oh.” Gojo chirps. Then his eyes go wide, “Oh?!”
“Yeah, oh.” He hums.
“How uh,” Gojo swallows hard. He can only imagine what it was like for you to be in the same area as Geto and Choso at the same time, “How did that go?”
“Oh I started an argument.” Geto shrugs before shutting the fridge and opening his water casually.
Gojo’s face twists up, “You what? Why would you do that? And how?”
“Brought up Sukuna just to test the waters, turns out she doesn’t know much about him aaaand Choso was obviously unaware that she slept with him.” Geto snickers a bit as he recalls how it went down.
“Y-You… You could’ve fucked everything up for her!” Gojo suddenly shouts.
His roommate doesn’t seem to get why that’s a bad thing, “Wouldn’t that have worked out in your favor?”
“No, no the fuck it wouldn’t have.” Gojo spits.
“And why not?”
“Because-,” Gojo lets out a heavy sigh, “The only reason she fucked Sukuna is because of me so who do you think she would’ve started hating again?”
Geto nods, thinking that his friend has made a fair point before he comments, “But at least she would’ve come back to you.”
“Yeah, come back to me hurting and pissed off.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Suguru, I don't want her to be with me, I want her to be happy,” Gojo explains.
His friend raises a brow at him, “Your actions say otherwise.”
“How?”
“When she left on Christmas you went in your room and cried the rest of the night.” He recalls.
Gojo scoffs, “I-“
“You don’t go a day without talking about her.” Geto continues.
“Suguru-“
“You’ve been talking about this woman for like three years now,” He reminds the man, “I’m not sure happiness is what you want for her. I think you just want her.”
Gojo stares for a long moment before looking away, “Well I can’t have her.”
“Why not?”
“Because I blackmailed her?” He says.
Geto tilts his head, “So?”
“What do you mean so?”
“Did she not forgive you?”
“Well she did but-“
“Then why couldn’t she have been with you?”
Gojo lets out a groan, “Because that’s fucked up, Suguru.”
“I think we established that a long time ago.” Geto scoffs, “Who cares if it’s fucked up? You pushed her away from you when she wanted to be fucked up with you.”
“She didn’t. She hated me and hated loving me even more.”
“And she has every right to but you’re missing the most important thing here; she loved you.”
“She shouldn’t have.”
“But she did.”
“Okay well, I can’t make her happy.” Gojo results in saying as he shrugs.
Geto bats his eyelashes at the man in confusion, “Why not?”
“Because I just can’t.”
“I don’t get you, y’know. You can’t even tell me what’s going on and I’m your best friend?”
“It doesn’t matter now anyway,” Gojo dismisses his question entirely, “The list is over and she’s happy.”
“Is she?” Geto challenges.
“Yes, yes she is.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I just do.”
Geto blinks, “That makes no sense-“
“Suguru, she’s happy now. Alright? Just leave it alone.” Gojo sighs.
The two get quiet after that. Geto moves to sip from his water and Gojo simply sits there with a tense expression.
After a while of silence, Geto just begins to explain how the entire cafe situation went from start to finish. He tells Gojo how he basically spilled the necessary info in order to give you the opportunity to tell Choso the truth.
Gojo asks why exactly he did that and Geto just tells him that he was right, you did seem happy but he knew that happiness wouldn’t last if the things you’d been doing never came to light. Again, Gojo gets upset and the two even argue about it.
That only results in Geto telling Gojo how you and Choso worked it all out anyway because when he left, your car was still there but Choso’s wasn’t.
Gojo couldn’t believe his best friend, even though the man was trying to help you, things could’ve gone so much worse for you. And knowing that made Gojo anxious because his best friend said that either way— Gojo would win.
If things went bad between you and Choso, you would’ve come back to Gojo without a doubt. But, since things went fine, Gojo still got what he wanted, which is you being happy.
So, Geto basically explains that what he caused was a win-win situation for his roommate who he knows cares oh so deeply about you.
Given that, by the end of their conversation, Gojo is still bothered by the chance of things almost going south for you but, he’s still thankful to his best friend to some extent. It’s not the worst thing that could’ve happened after all…
Thus resulting in Gojo back in his bedroom later that night, staring at your contact and wondering if he should call you. He didn’t want to ruin anything of course, he simply wanted to get info from you on how things went.
He knows you ended up leaving with Choso but that doesn’t tell him everything else that happened. Then again, Gojo is supposed to see you again to burn that cursed journal of yours so, he shuts his phone off and decides to simply wait until then.
He’ll learn everything when he sees you again and hopefully… Hopefully Gojo will be able to let you go. There’s too much guilt inside him to hold onto you any longer so he sees the burning of that journal as the end of a dark era for him.
That’ll be the end of his story with you, right?
Yeah, Gojo grins to himself, he thinks he can live with that.
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GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢
KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???
NANAMI KENTO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙
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LEMON MERINGUE PIE
SUMMARY: being cowboy!reiner brauns spoiled little wife
WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, fembodied!reader, black!coded reader, squirting, creampie, dirty talk, manhandling, clit slapping, breeding kink, daddy kink, overstimulation, p in v, m/f, petnames (sweet thing, darlin', mama, poundcake,and obviously daddy)
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being reiner braun meant hucking hay bales over your shoulder, petting and caring for your cattle, and going into town to sell your goods.
being reiner brauns spoiled little wife meant you never had to lift a finger— only coming home to your tired man who wanted nothing more than to bask in your sweet scent of lemons.
".. reiner," you had your arm hooked around his large bicep with a grin. ".. lemme take a ride on my baby, I bet my meringue misses me."
but that didn't mean you didn't want to lift a finger.
"ya don't have'ta, sweet thing," he glanced down at you through the shade of his cowboy hat. ".. yur a city girl at heart, don't gotta change nothin' f'me." he told you.
you pouted, "I'm aware.. you remind me all the time, but meringue is my horse— don't you remember our first ride together? you, me, meringue, and knight?"
reiner clicked his tongue, "'course I do, darlin'.. ya caught on so quickly it was like ya were a natural— I think I fell for ya then."
you unhooked your arm from his as you approached the white picket fence that connected to the stables. you could spot her from a mile away, with her pretty blonde main and brown fur that faded to white at the hooves. when you first met reiner through a family friend while you visited she immeaditely caught your eye— her mane reminded you of your blond lace front while her fur was the same shade of vrown as your skin.
"..c'mere," reiner whistled at meringue and smacked the fence as he leaned slightly over. you glanced over at him— his sleeves were rolled up on his arms, sweat beads rolling down his slightly tanned skin. ".. c'mere, meringue, mama wants ya!" he called out.
you smiled bashfully as meringue let out a sneeze and began to trot towards the fence.
"city girl or not this is my baby," you grinned as meringue stood before you and you petted her face. ".. hi pretty girl, did you miss me?"
meringue let out a grunt and you looked over at reiner who was just admiring you with a soft smile.
"what are you looking at, sir?" you teased.
he stood up straight and walk towards you, he was so tall— tall and bulky.
"my pretty lil wife, ma'am." reiner replied.
you rolled your eyes and reiner gave your ass a nice smack which earned a surprised squeal from your lips.
he had been holding back from doing that ever since he saw you come outside in those tiny jean shorts, that plaid crop top that showed off your diamond belly-button piercing and allowed your tits to spill— teasing the lace of your bra, and those brand new one inch heel cowboy boots.
"c'mon, mama," reiner leaned into your ear as meringue walked away in the other direction. your breath hitched as he pressed his crotch right up against your ass. ".. don't ya wanna go for a ride?"
being reiner brauns spoiled little wife also meant that for treating you so kindly, like the princess you are, he expects a little something in return whenever he gets hot and heavy after a hard days work.
"r— reiner! rei.. oh my goood.."
fresh out of the shower, reiner almost immeadiately had you sat on his lap— large, calloused hands clung to the fat of your hips while he pounded his fat cock into your pussy.
"yur so pretty, sweet thing," he groaned at the sight of your ass clap everytime his wet pelvis made contact with your skin. you clung at his muscular thighs while your tongue dared to stick out of your glossy lips. ".. ya can take this dick, can't ya? 'gonna let me take care of this sweet pussy?"
you dug your nails into his skin and moaned as one of his hands hooked around your waist and found your swollen clit while other squeezed on your breasts.
"c'mon fuck me back— ride my cock, yeah?" reiner panted, his lips grazing over the skin of your neck. he thrusted up into you while you attempted to grind on his dick, trying to play with yourself at the same time.
"feels s'good," you whimpered as his hot breath teased the crown of your ear. "..makin' this pussy feel so so good, daddy.."
he chuckled, cock fucking deeper into your belly— a slight bulge poking at your skin. your inner thighs were sticky and wet as your slick and his pre-cum smeared messily everytime you both make contact.
"how long we been married, darlin'?" he asked and you whimpered, the shimmer of his golden wedding band filled your vision.
".. d— daddy slow down," you mumbled, thigh muscles clenching as you began to try and match his thrusts. ".. ooh fuck— daddy! d— daddy! ..daddy!"
reiner huffed, ".. holy— take a breath.. 'nd answer me, mama.."
you gasped as reiner hooked his heavy arm under your thighs and yanked them up— practically folding you in half. you watched as his fat cock slipped out of your hole and you let out a whine before he used his freehand to guide it back into your sloppy cunt.
"we uhm," you arched your back against his chest as the curve of his cock brushed right against your g-spot. ".. r— right there! again please daddy.."
reiner groaned and raised his free hand— landing a slap over your swollen clit. you let out a yelp and clawed at his arm while your cunt squeezed tightly around him in response.
"lemme ask ya one mo' time," reiner leaned into your ear and hissed. ".. how long ya been my wife, mama?"
you felt your eyes sting with tears as his heavy hand smacked your stinging clit again, the cool metal of his wedding band adding some type of relief.
".. two," you whimpered softly— hot tears falling down your cheeks. "two years, rei.."
"mhm," he kissed at your salty tears. ".. I think it's 'bout time I made ya a real mama, ain't it?"
you sniffled, ".. 'nd make you a daddy, rei?"
reiner nodded, "yeah.. and make me a real daddy, sweet thing," he grabbed your hand and placed it over the spot in your belly where the tip of his cock poked at your skin. ".. oh fuck we'd make the prettiest lil babies, poundcake— so how 'bout it? ya gonna let daddy breed up this messy pussy?"
"yes," your toes curled at the thought of reiner emptying himself into you. you two had been careful since you met him— condom, birthcontrol, him coming outside, plan b's after almost everytime because better safe than sorry. "yes I wan' it— please breed this pussy daddy.. make me a mama please please.." you begged him.
reiner groaned and slid his freehand in between your legs to rub circles over your clit while he fuck up into you. your jaw fell agape as the only thought that filled your mind became reiner reiner reiner. your stomach churned and an immense amount of pressure filled your belly— something new, something foreign.
"daddy wait," you moaned softly, eyes rounded out as your legs began to tremble in reiners hold. ".. d— daddy somethin's not— it feels w— weird.."
"yur gonna cum, poundcake." he cooed in your ear.
"s'not that— feels like m'gonna," you let out a cry as reiner sped up his movements— every part of you wanted to run away from this feeling, the pressure was so uncomfortable. ".. oh fuck! daddy— daddy you gotta—"
you let out a shakey whimper and your toes curled as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. your eyes flickered in the back of head while you squirted all over reiners thighs and the bed sheets.
"and here I thought I married just a creamer," reiner scoffed and his tip teased at your cervix again— earning another stream of wetness which landed on your lower belly. ".. yur still not done, poundcake?"
your body slumped against reiner as he used both hands to spread your legs further apart— alowing him to sink deeper into your pussy. you were too focused on the feeling of yourself about to cum some more to be embarassed at how on display you were. pussy puffy and bruised— twitching everytime reiner sunk himself back in. the overstimulation had you unable to even form a coherent sentence.
".. fuck im 'bouta cum, mama," reiner moaned— his heavy balls slammed right against your ass. ".. ya still got more in there? go on 'nd finish up f'me then daddy will fill this tight pussy, alright?"
you slipped your hand in between your legs and flicked at your clit, shuddering, "o— oh my.."
the last of your release streamed from your pussy and onto the sheets— your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath.
reiner sloppily kissed your jaw and stammered, "fuck fuck.. ya done now, mama?"
you nodded shakily, "yes daddy.. please cum in me please.."
he groaned, "alright alright— daddy's got you, sweet thing."
you let out a low moan as reiner buried his face in your shoulder— whimpering into your sweaty skin. the veins in his fat cock pulsed while his balls tightened, and he pressed your body right up against his own— muscles tightening at the feeling of his cum shoot into your warm, tight pussy.
"take it all, mama," he moaned, stubble tickling your neck as he lifted his face from your shoulder. ".. take all of daddy's babies."
being reiner braun's spoiled little wife meant that finally, after getting manhandled and fucked dumb, he would treat you with most care and love he could— making sure you were doing just fine because you deserved it after making him feel so good.
you shivered as reiner let your weak legs go, and he left soft kisses on your upper back. you tried to recollect your thoughts with his softening cock inside of you.
".. I made such a mess." was the first thing you managed to mumble.
reiner sighed, "it's fine, poundcake.. I'll start a bath f'ya and clean up."
you glanced up at him and pouted, "stay with me, reiner."
he let out a small groan, "fine.. we'll bathe together— just let me get the bath started."
you reluctantly nodded and his cock slowly slid out of you. you gasped at the feeling of his cum begin to leak out of your fucked-out hole.
"that ain't good," he chuckled, thin eyebrows risen at the sight. "let's see.."
reiner scooped up what had leaked out of his cum and stuffed it back into you with his thick fingers. you let out a surprised squeak and playfully smacked his arm.
"keep them thighs closed, sweet thing," reiner layed you on the bed and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips once he got up. "and if any of it comes out you push it back in, understand?"
"yes daddy.." you teased.
"ya say that again, poundcake, and I'll right back inside that pussy before ya can blink." he warned you.
you giggled and rested your head on the pile of pillows. reiner stared at you for a moment with hooded eyes before he scratched the side of his head.
"I love you, darlin'.." reiner told you in a shy tone.
you smiled sweetly at your husband, "I love you too, reiner."
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Danny & Constantine, Orange, Butterscotch Ripple
@imbreonix Prompt fill set #4
It started out as a joke that turned into an actual event: Bring Your Sidekick To Work Day. It sounded absurd, of course it did. The Justice League was hardly work and certainly not a social club, but once it had been said people started to actually think about it. More and more of the heroes were taking on mentorship rolls for the next generation. While the heroes, of course, tried their best to provide what their mentees needed, they were still grown, experienced heroes and their sidekicks were kids.
Kids who lived a life that most could never understand.
Eventually it have been talked about enough in passing and over rushed meals and before meetings that it ended up on the agenda.
“Robin believes it would be beneficial for the younger heroes to know others in the same positions as themselves,” Batman had explained, as if that answered anything. The Big Bat wouldn’t even clarify who Robin was.
But there they were, Bring Your Sidekick To Work Day. It actually was a pretty nice event with snacks, drinks, and several enthusiastic sidekicks. It turned out Robin was Batman’s sidekick.
“Partner,” Robin insisted boldly, whenever the term sidekick was used within his hear range (which was disturbingly good).
The kid was the very opposite of Batman: bright, personable, and always in motion. Flash was more than a little concerned how quickly Robin and Kid Flash seemed hit it off. “They’re plotting something.”
“Hn,” was Batman’s reply, though he was watching the two whispering sidekicks too.
All in all it was a cheerful success.
It made John’s skin crawl. He jiggled the unlit cigarette in his fingers. He didn’t do social events, not outside of bars, and he really, really didn’t want to be here.
“We can just go back to the House,” a small, nervous voice suggested hopefully from behind John.
That was the thing, though, he wasn’t here for his own sake.
“No, we can’t,” John said with a sigh.
“We really can, though. We haven’t even talked to anyone. I bet they haven’t even noticed we’re here—”
“John! I did not think you would be attending,” Wonder Woman said as she approached, a smile in place. A good chunk of the founding members trailed after her.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, well,” John said with a little shrug. He didn’t admonish the kid for cussing, he didn’t have a leg to stand on there, but by Superman’s puzzled face the Big Blue had clearly heard it. “Figured I had better bring the kid.”
“The kid?” Hal repeated incredulously.
John reminded himself he really shouldn’t punch his teammates.
“Yeah, the kid,” John said. He stepped aside to reveal Danny who had been hiding behind him. “Geist, Justice League, Justice League, Poltergeist.”
“Um, who, Constantine?” Flash asked, sounding nervous.
John looked to his right, which for all appearances, was an empty spot of air. “Seriously, kid?”
“Sorry,” Danny whispered.
“It’s okay, kid,” John said, holding back a sigh. The kid was sensitive to that sort of thing, so John had been trying. (He still messed up plenty, but he was trying.) John looked back the Justice Leaguers and shrugged. “Ghost. Visibility is like that sometimes.”
“Ah,” Diana said with a sage nod. John admired the woman for how nothing seemed to phase her. She simply looked to where John had been looking and smiled. “Hello, Poltergeist. Welcome to Bring Your Sidekick To Work Day.”
“Partner!” a kid dressed like a damn traffic light called from across the room where he was talking to who was clearly a mini Flash.
“Oh,” Danny said. (It was clearly weirding out some of the heroes to hear Danny but not see him.) “I’m not… John doesn’t let me help that much? I don’t know if I count as a sidekick.”
“That’s because last time you tagged along you went intangible and fell through a bridge, kid,” John grumbled and then immediately felt bad. “You know we’re working on it.”
“Yeah,” Danny mumbled.
John couldn’t see Danny, not any more than the others, but he could picture the way the kid would be scuffing his toe on the floor, head down as he rubbed at the back of his neck.
John sighed. “Ain’t your fault kid, powers take time to master.”
“Robin,” Batman called.
Immediately the tiny traffic light was literately bounding across the space to stand next to Batman. The kid smiled up at the Big Bat like the man had hung the moon.
“Yes, B?”
“This,” Batman said, nodding to the empty space, “is Poltergeist. He came with Constantine.”
“Oh,” Robin said. He spun to face the spot of air and held out his hand without hesitation. “Come, Kid Flash and I are— um,” Robin shot Batman a look, “talking. You can join us! I bet you will be really useful!”
Flash mouthed the word ‘useful’ with a terrified look on his face, but no one actually said anything while Robin just stood there, smiling, with his hand out. And then Robin’s grin impossibly widened, his hand closed around nothing, and he took off across the room.
“…anyone else worried about that?” John asked after a moment.
“So worried,” Flash said.
“Hn,” Batman added.
“Right then. I need a glass of shitty punch to spike,” John said and abandoned his teammates to find the refreshments. Thank the gods, the fuckers, for hip flasks.
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“I live with a ghost now, Bats, you’ve got to up your skills if you want to sneak up on me anymore,” John said before taking another sip of his much improved punch.
Batman stepped up into the corner of John’s vision, which felt like such a Bat thing to do, so John felt the placement was very purposeful. John wouldn’t complain, it let him watch Batman without taking his his eyes off where Danny was sitting with Robin, Kid Flash, and Wonder Girl. Danny was pretty see through, but he was slowly becoming more visible the longer he spent in the company of the other teen heroes.
“How long have you had him?” Batman asked.
John snorted. “That’s what you go with? Not how it works to fuck a ghost?”
Hal and Aquaman weren’t as quiet as they thought they were, but maybe that was on purpose. Maybe they had wanted John to hear. He just hoped the kids hadn’t. He might not have a clean mouth, but even he had limits.
“He doesn’t have to be your blood to be your son,” Batman said in that certain way of his.
It had John finally glancing over at Batman. It was a lot to admit and John hated to be on uneven grounds. “How long have you had yours?”
No one would ever believe him, but John could swear that Batman almost smiled.
“Nearly five years.”
John hummed and took another sip of the punch. “Only six months, not even. And he’s not my son. Kid deserves better than me as a da.”
“They always deserve better,” Batman said, his voice a low rumble that John swore he could feel in his battered bones. “We just have to try to be better.”
“Yeah, well,” John said with a bitter chuckle. “I’m not you, Bats, I don’t think I have better in me.”
“Yes you do, you’re here, after all,” Batman pointed out.
John swallowed and looked back the kid, his kid. Danny was almost solid now. His white hair floated as he threw back his head in laughter at something Robin had said.
“Yeah… yeah I am.”
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AN: So. So. This has gotten away from me. I blame Moku. So much blame. I can't promise I'll continue it but there is... there is a good bit of plotting TO continue it. It would be after I get done with City Pigeons Bleed Green though, as that's my current family feels fic.
If it gets continued we have a John/Bruce tired dads with issues slow burn fuck buddies to lovers, Danny and Dick being friends (and family), canon divergence, Tim joins the Bat family early, Bats with magic (and the world should fear them), and Alfred's judgemental eyebrow.
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Little Big Fan | Eight
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"Don't you dare think about cancelling, you are going on that date," your best friend's voice rang out of your phone on speaker while you were choosing a dress for tonight.
You turned to look at the phone, as if your best friend was standing there, "I'm not going to cancel, I just don't know what to wear," you responded, placing another dress against your body but frowning.
"Wear that one sexy red dress you have, who knows, you might just get laid tonight."
You shuffled through your closet, finding the red dress in the back, which was expected since you didn't wear it in a long time. You held it out in front of you, "don't you think it's too revealing for the first date? Maybe I could wear this next time."
It was a backless, short garment with two straps. While the back was revealing, so was the front, which featured two cutouts around the hips and exposed a bit of cleavage due to the lack of material.
Your friend hummed, "so we're planning a second date as well huh?" You could basically hear her smirk on the other end. "Well I hope this date goes well," you reasoned, but the jittery feeling didn't go away.
"You and Max are already good friends who happen to flirt occasionally, what could go wrong?" Then after a short pause, she added, "actually no, don't answer that. Try your blue dress, I bet he'd like to see you in blue."
After almost every interaction you've had with Max, starting from the grocery store, you've told your friend everything. Which is why when she suggested wearing blue, you weren't opposed to it.
Putting your red dress back in the closet for another time, which was hopefully soon, you held a navy blue dress in your hand, examining it before holding it up against your body.
While this one, like the red dress, had two straps holding it together, it was longer, reaching a few inches past your knees and including a little slit down the side for convenience.
"Alright, this is the one," you stated and continued conversing with your friend while you changed and began doing your makeup.
"So Bella is at Tyler's?" She asked, making you nod before realizing that she couldn't see you. "Yeah, she'll be there for the weekend."
"Oh how fun!" You could hear the sarcasm in her voice and chuckled, "it's fine, she should be spending time with her dad."
"The same one who called her overdramatic? Did you seriously have to have a kid with a guy like him?" This was a conversation you've had with her many times, and you would always reply with the same answer, "we were young and immature, but Isabella is the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"She truly is, which makes me glad that she turned out like you more than him." You chuckled, "oh trust me, I am glad about that too. It would've been a nightmare if I had to see a little version of him all the time."
"So, speaking of Isabella, how are you going to tell her that you are dating someone who happens to be her favourite person in her favourite sport?"
You groaned, "I don't know, I really don't know. I can't stop thinking about it, because of what Tyler told me," you explained. "Are you still believing his words? Actually scratch that, why are you letting your ex determine your future relationship?"
"God, why do you have to ask such questions," you muttered, taking a moment to think about your response.
"I don't want to believe him, I have a feeling something else happened that day which he didn't tell me about. Plus he's not only my ex, he's the father of my child. I don't think of him as anything more than that."
"Honestly that asshole shouldn't even be considered the father of such a beautiful little girl," your friend stated, and you couldn't help but agree with her.
"Anyways, let's not talk about him, I don't want to ruin my mood before the night even starts," you comment, with your friend humming in agreement.
"You're right, let's talk about Max!" She exclaimed, making you chuckle. That's whom you ended up talking about for the remainder of the time you were getting ready.
Even though she knew all the details right from day one, she wanted another whole story time of how you and Max met, leading up to when he asked you out. Instead of opposing to repeat the story, which you don't even know how many times you've told her by now, you happily told her all the details as if it was the first time.
A few minutes after you ended the phone call with your best friend, your phone rang again which you initially thought was a call from Max. However, it was a call from an unknown number.
You answered the call, and you were met with a woman's panicking voice on the other end, "is this Isabella's mother?"
"Yes, who is this?" You asked first, calming down the inner voices that instantly thought about the worse possible scenario involving your daughter.
"I'm Emma, I don't know if you know me but I am actually at the hospital, with Isabella." You tightened your grasp on the phone, as it was close to slipping away from your hands at Emma's words.
"What happened and which hospital are you at?" You instantly began moving around your house, finding your car keys as you waited for a response.
Emma told you the address as you were leaving through the front door. "She had a severe allergic reaction, and I thought it would be best to bring her to the hospital. I am sorry for disturbing you, I wasn't able to get in touch with Tyler."
You took a deep breath in, knowing that it was bound to happen someday, even though you would rather not have it happen at all. "I'm on my way, should be there in ten minutes. Thank you for letting me know."
It would've been pointless to argue with her, especially since she was the one who informed you of the situation at hand and had the decency to take your daughter to the hospital.
You rushed into the hospital within eight minutes, a record time for you, and you might've broken a few speeding laws but it was for a good reason. It didn't take too long finding Isabella, considering she was in the ER, with a frantic woman standing nearby, whom you assumed was Emma.
As soon as she spotted you, her first words to you was another apology, "I am so, so sorry, I had no idea she had a peanut allergy." That led you towards one question, well more than one but you started off with just one, "what happened?"
She sighed, before telling you how she spent the entire day with Isabella. "One of my friends came by and dropped off some baked goods, I swear I had no idea that it had peanuts in it."
You reasoned that if you calmed her down, it would calm you down as well, because the increasing dread in your thoughts would not benefit you in any situation. You put your hands on her shoulders, "I'm not blaming you for it, you didn't know."
You looked at the doors leading to the ER, "how bad was it?" Emma hesitated before muttering words that made your heart ache, "really bad, she started swelling up everywhere and then passed out."
You tried to sit down, but the need to know her well-being caused you to walk back and forth in the hallway.  Your phone buzzed in your hand, and you were about to ignore it until you recalled something really important.
"Shit!" Max was calling. Of course he was, after all he was expecting you to be home and ready for a date tonight.
"Hey, I'm standing at your front door, are you home or?" He started and awkwardly chuckled, causing you to shut your eyes, imagining how the night was expected to go. He was probably holding a bouquet of flowers, looking like an idiot standing by the door because you weren't home.
"Max, I'm so sorry, I'm actually at the hospital." There was no reason to lie, but even after telling the truth, you didn't feel any less guilty.
"What happened? Are you okay? Is Isabella okay?" His response was quick, and slightly surprising but you've known Max long enough that his kindness wasn't as shocking anymore.
"It's Isabella, allergic reaction," you briefly described, and heard some shuffling around on the other end before he asked for the address. "You don't have to come," you told him as you normally did, but he didn't agree again, saying "I want to."
You didn't argue with him, as your heart warmed at the fact that Max wanted to see Isabella himself, and stay right by your side until she was completely fine.
Quickly telling him the address as you noticed a doctor walking towards you and Emma, you hung up the call. "Which one of you is the patient's guardian?"
You stepped forward, "I'm her mother, how is she?"
"It was an anaphylactic allergic reaction, however everything is under control. We've administered epinephrine but we will be moving her to the ICU for a few hours just for observation purposes in case the symptoms are back."
You let out a sigh in relief, as did Emma. "Thank you," you nodded towards the doctor. Once they left, you sat down, the anxiousness leaving your body.
Looking at Emma, who was standing against the wall in front of you, you had another question brewing in your mind. "Where was Tyler when all this happened?" You asked, remembering that she called you only because she couldn't reach him.
"He said he had an emergency meeting come up," Emma spoke her words carefully, earning raised eyebrows from you. "He left you alone with my daughter?" You had to confirm the words you were hearing and scoffed once she nodded.
"It's not your responsibility to take of my child, it's his. You're not her guardian nor babysitter, you shouldn't have to do that." Emma shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal, "it's not the first time."
"How dare he?" You muttered under your breath before standing up and stepping closer to her. "We both have epipens for situations like this, and I am assuming that since you didn't know about her allergy, Tyler didn't tell you about the epipen either?”
Emma shook her head, "no, he didn't."
His lack of attention, led Isabella right to this moment. If he had told Emma about your daughter's allergy, or even what to do when she has allergic reaction, neither of you would be this worried about her health.
Emma, having realizing the depth of the situation, sighed, "I haven't been able to get a hold of him and if it weren't for Isabella constantly talking about you and telling me your phone number to the point where I had it memorized, I wouldn't have known what to do in this situation."
You pitied the woman standing in front of you, especially as you also knew that it was not her fault. You cracked a smile, "she talks about me huh?"
"Oh yeah, she considers you the best mother in the world, and based on her stories, I agree with her."
Then, you heard Max calling your name, walking towards you in a rush. He instantly wrapped an arm around your waist as if it was an instinct, "is she okay?"
Emma stepped away, picking up her phone for another useless attempt of calling her boyfriend.
You wrapped both arms around Max, bringing him in a hug, "yeah, she's okay."
Once he pulled back, he cradled your face with his palms, "are you okay?" You smiled, and your eyes filled with unshed tears because of his question. "Much better now."
Then, Max noticed your outfit which happened to be the dress you were supposed to wear on your date. "Wow," he breathed, his gaze unwavering, taking you in.
He was also dressed up, wearing a suit with a bow tie, and you couldn't help but reach up to touch it, "cute," you commented, making him raise his brows.
"Cute?" He repeated with a questioning tone. You nodded, biting your bottom lip to prevent a smile. "Cute and handsome."
"You are beautiful," he replied, watching as you avert your eyes because his gaze was intense.
"Oh, Max, this is Emma," you decided to introduce them, and added, "she's the one who brought Isabella here."
Max raised an eyebrow in question, "I thought Isabella was with Tyler?" He asked, directed at you more than Emma.
"Well, he wasn't home when this happened, only Emma and Isabella," you stated, and Max gauged your emotions for a moment, quickly recognizing the underlying rage you had directed at your ex. Max knew you'd be discussing this later, in the safety of your own house, so he didn't ask you to elaborate. 
A nurse came by, "Isabella is now conscious, and asking for her parents," they stated, along with the room number.
Emma looked at you and Max with a fond smile, before turning towards you, "I think I should get going now that you're here."
A genuine smile graced your lips, "thank you, Emma, for bringing her here and for staying with her even without him."
"Of course, she's the cutest little girl and I'm glad to get to know her." Both of you stood still for a moment, debating on whether or not you should hug her. Then, without thinking twice you initiated a hug that was easily welcomed by her.
You waited till she left your sights before looking at Max, "let's go?" You held out your hand but he shrugged, "she's asking for her parents, you should go."
You stepped forward and grabbed his hand, "you're coming with me," you decided for him. Although Max didn't pull away, he asked, "what if she doesn't want to see me?"
"Trust me, she'll be happy to see you," you convinced him and walked towards the room she was admitted in while holding each other's hand.
When you entered, Isabella's smile widened once she spotted you and Max. "Mama, Maxy!" She cheered, though quieter than usual.
A nurse stood by her side, monitoring her health and checking the IV drip inserted into your daughter's arm.
"Oh my angel, how are you?" You dropped Max's hand and walked closer to her, lightly kissing her forehead. Instead of a verbal response, she formed a thumbs up with her hand.
Then she looked at the door again, "is daddy coming too?" Isabella asked, sounding hopeful. You shook your head, "no sweetheart, daddy is not coming."
Instead of the usual deflated mood, she shrugged, "it's okay, Maxy's here." She held her arms around asking for a hug, only flinching for a moment since she forgot about the drip connected to her arm.
Max quickly stepped forward, bending over to hug her. "All good, Bella?" He asked, once he felt her arms wrap around him tighter. She nodded for a moment then shook her head against him, "it hurts," she whispered.
He brought his hand up to ruffle her hair before pulling away, "you are a very brave girl."
"Really?" She asked, and scooted over a little so Max could sit beside her. He nodded, "of course! Very brave."
She beamed, snuggling closer to him before looking at you. "Mama, come here," she patted the other side, and surprisingly the three of you were able to fit on the very small hospital bed.
A nurse was constantly in the room, checking in on Isabella's health from time to time and since there weren't any repeated symptoms of an allergic reaction, the three of you were out of the hospital in a few hours.
Max followed you in his car, and carried your sleeping daughter inside the house. Instead of taking her straight to her bedroom, he laid her down on the couch in case she wakes up and needs her mother.
It was safe to say that you were not going too far away from her any time soon.
You were in the kitchen, filling up a glass of water when he returned. He stood behind you, with his hands trailing down your sides before resting on your waist, and his chin on your shoulder. "Did I tell you how stunning you look?"
You hummed, "maybe a few times but I don't mind hearing it again."
He turned you around in his grasp, "well, you look breathtakingly beautiful."
You blushed, "you and your compliments," you chuckled. "What's wrong with it?" He asked, but you shook your head, "nothing, it's just I'll never get bored of hearing it."
He smiled, "good, because you'll be hearing at least one every day."
You tilted your head to the side, "every day? Are you sure you won't run out?" He shook his head, "not unless you keep finding ways to make me speechless."
Both of you remained in that position for a moment but then you frowned, "I'm sorry,"
"For what?" He tilted your chin up as soon as you averted your gaze away from him. "We weren't able to go on the date."
Max let out a sound in protest, "I'm pretty sure your daughter's health matters so much more than our date night. Plus the night isn't over," he added with a smile, confusing you even further.
"What does that mean?" He parted away from you and it quickly made you miss the warmth that his body provided you. "Why don't you go change into something comfortable," he suggested, almost pushing you out of the kitchen.
You weren't opposed to the idea, so you went upstairs to change after checking on your daughter. You found the most comfortable pair of sweatpants and a shirt, and removed your makeup as well.
Walking back downstairs, you saw Max waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you. He had removed his blazer and bow tie, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt as well.
He held out his hand, waiting for your hand to hold his, and although you were confused, you wouldn't pass up an opportunity to hold his hand.
"It's not much, definitely not up to first date standards but we'll manage," he commented as he led you to the kitchen table where he had prepared two packets of instant noodles.
"I haven't been on a date in forever so anything you do will set my standards." You smiled when you noticed the lit candle.
"Well, then I will raise your standards next time by taking you out on a proper date." He held the chair out for you, waiting for you to sit before rounding the table and sitting down himself.
It took two minutes before Max moved his own chair right next to yours because he didn't want to sit on the opposite side. You chuckled at his antics but it was much appreciated.
"What's on your mind?" he asked once he saw you visibly thinking. You shrugged, "I don't think we should be discussing these thoughts on a first date."
"This is far from what a first date should be like, so there are no rules. I know you want to talk about what happened at the hospital," he prompted and he was spot on, so you agreed.
"I can't believe he actually left Isabella under Emma's supervision. Not that there is anything wrong with her, but it's not her responsibility!" Max nodded in agreement, "where was he?"
"In a fucking meeting," you exasperated, eating another forkful of the noodles. "It must've been very stressful for Emma," you sighed, finishing your short rant because you truly had no words for your ex's irresponsible behaviour.
Still, Max listened to every word. Once you were finished eating, he turned your chair towards him. "We can agree on the fact that he is an incompetent father."
"Yeah, I don't even know what would've happened if Emma wasn't there either. He surely wouldn't have left Bella alone right?"
Max shrugged, "hey, stop worrying about what could've happened. Bella's safe, she's okay." He placed a palm on your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion.
You nodded, "you're right." Making eye contact with him, you were quickly lost in his gaze. While it almost made you want to look away, you couldn't.
"You know," you started, wanting to divert away from the current topic. He hummed, urging you to go on.
"I don't really care for an extravagant date, all I really need is you. I'm happy with this, with us." He smiled, to the point where you could notice the creases forming at the corners.
"I'm happy with us too, but I will be taking you out on an extravagant date because you deserve it, as well as much more."
You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that it would be hard to convince Max otherwise, but you could think of a few ways to try when the time comes.
"Thank you for being here with me," you added, needing him to know about your appreciation. Your words also hinted at all the moments he shared with you, and Isabella.
He seemed to understand your hint, "I'm glad to be here with you, both of you."
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Oliver Quick x f!Reader
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Part 1.
Part 2: Artemis
Part 3.1: The Wrath of the Stag (ch.1)
Part 3.2: The Wrath of the Stag (ch.2)
Warnings: smut, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, light choking.
Word Count: 5K
"Venetia! I also wanted to..."
But she had already triumphantly closed the bathroom door. You slammed the door a couple of times, but all you heard in response was the muffled sound of water and a Paris Hilton song blasting from the speakers that were in that room. She would definitely listen to the entire album during her bath procedures, and certainly more than once.
Clearly, this would take a long time. It was too long to wait - you'd been shivering from the cold. Nothing special had happened, you just opened the window in your room and were so engrossed in reading a book that you forgot about everything in the world. The summer days in Saltburn were hot, but still the nights gave you chills sometimes. So, every fascination has its price to pay.
The second bathroom in your wing of the house broke down tonight. That was bad, because the servants could not cope on their own, and it was too late to call the plumbing, and there was no such urgent need when there were several bathrooms. It was a pity the senior Cattons didn’t know that when Venetia used to occupy the only bathroom nearby, that was indeed the most urgent need.
You didn't want to bother Felix and Venetia's parents, much less use their bathroom. James and Elspeth were friends of your parents and this was far from your first summer in Saltburn, but still it would be somehow too inconvenient, they were not your uncle and aunt, after all. There was also no question about the servants' bathroom, it seemed even more inconvenient for you to occupy a bathroom that was used by more than 10 people at once.
There was only one option left if you wanted to lie in the bath for as long as you wanted so that no one would bother you, and right now.
You went down to the living room, where you could hear the sound of the TV. Felix was sitting next to Oliver, smoking a cigarette, switching channels and talking cheerfully to his friend.
"Hey Felix!" you spoke to the guy, and he turned to you, his face reflecting the blue light from the TV in the semi-darkness.
"Yes, Y/N?" he smiled.
"Mm... Can I use your bathroom now? We’ve got one tub malfunctioning, and Venetia got stuck in the other, deciding to do Live at Saltburn's Bathroom 2007, no less..."
You specifically said "your bathroom," looking at Felix the whole time. It was more correct to address both guys at once, but you just couldn't look into Oliver's eyes like that and ask him to use his bathroom with Felix.
"Say no more," he grinned, "Of course! Go ahead, enjoy yourself!"
"Thank you," you smiled and nodded at him, and at that moment you finally looked at Oliver. Unlike you, he had been doing nothing but staring at you all this time. You looked into his blue eyes on a face that was bathed in blue light, which made his eyes seem even more piercing. But he never said anything, absolutely nothing. His expression was unreadable. Was he offended that you didn't address him?
You smiled shyly at Oliver, nodded too, and left the room, bumping into Farleigh in the doorway, who was carrying a large pack of crisps.
"Hello, Y/N! How are you... hey Felix, did you switch that reality show that I was watching?!"
"Of course, yes, because no one wants to watch it except you," Felix replied.
"What? It's "Big Brother", actually! Yes, it's a great show, and we all need a little drama sometimes late in the evening! I bet Oliver likes it too. Yes, Oliver?"
"Oh, please!" Felix rolled his eyes and teasingly began to put the remote away from the hands of the approaching Farleigh.
You chuckled and finally left the room. You never looked at Oliver again, but you could swear that you felt his gaze burning into your back.
God, could he really be offended? Or maybe you did something or said something before and didn't realize it? It seems that Oliver had been noticing a lot, but always kept everything to himself.
Oliver, this guy. You met him at Oxofrd and you chatted and even went to some pubs with him and Felix a few times, but you didn't understand what he was like then. To tell the truth, you still had no idea, but the main reason why you were afraid to look him in the eye when you asked about the bathroom was that you thought he would immediately feel and find out about the crush that had been developing for him for the second month now of your growing closer with him here, in Saltburn.
The only thing you could say for sure was that he was not as insecure and awkward himself as you thought at university, rather he was silent and observant, knowing the value of himself, his words and actions. Attentively listening and being generally deep. His inner confidence and even some kind of mystery began to intrigue you in earnest.
Walking through the corridors of the beautiful old manor, you thought to yourself that you were even glad that everything turned out that way with your bathrooms. The thought of you lying in the same hot tub that Oliver lied almost every night strangely excited and turned you on.
You reached the right room, looking around - it was quiet and cozy. You immediately started taking water into the bathroom, and while you were waiting, you started walking in circles. Here was Felix's bathroom table, next to which his red robe was carelessly hung, two crushed toothpastes and a brush with slightly protruding bristles. You imagined that he was brushing his teeth with the speed and power of a blender in order to quickly deal with this chore and get down to much more interesting things that another day had prepared for him.
You laughed softly at this thought, and then went over to Oliver's side.
Everything was surprisingly neat in contrast to his neighbor, one almost full paste, one brush, two neatly folded towels. You wonder where his robe was. Did he come and go without it?
Gods, you started to think about something wrong. But it was too late – you already started imagining Oliver in his underwear, how he comes into this bathroom, takes them off and lies down in a hot tub… Or maybe he comes and goes here right away without underwear? Ugh... that's enough.
You decided not to lock the door from Felix's room - the boys were obviously absorbed in domination for the telly, besides, they know that you were here, so you just loosely closed the door. No one should come in.
The bathtub was almost full of water, you impatiently took off your clothes and decided to put them together with your bathrobe... where? You didn't want to go to Oliver's side - it was too minimalistic and clean. And besides, it seemed like... too intimate for some reason. But Felix's side would tolerate it, also there were a couple of spare towels in the corner that you forgot to take.
You carefully lowered yourself into the bath, the hot water started nibbling your skin. God, it felt so good. You gradually began to stretch and relax.
There was something about lying in an empty room in the bath while the water was still bubbling. The light was pleasantly dimmed, and the air in the room was gradually getting hot and sticky. This kind of environment had always calmed you down and turned you on at the same time. Except that there was a lot more of the excitement this night rather than the calming.
Thoughts of Oliver came back to you. The way he leaves his room, comes into this very bathroom, fills it just like you did. He lies down in it, as you were lying now, inhales hot air and breathe out even hotter air. Beads of sweat are gathering on his body. And you'd already seen his body too many times while you were swimming or sunbathing. Even you, being more of a face girl rather than a six-pack girl, could not sometimes look away, it was good that most of the time you were wearing sunglasses and he hardly noticed anything. Usually you rather admired his face and beautiful eyes, but now, in your fantasies, his eyes were closed, so your imagination stopped at his beautiful figure and, without too much modesty, began to write it out in details.
You couldn't help yourself, except…
The fingers on your left hand began to lightly brush your lips from left to right, you felt your own hot breath. You wondered if they were…
Then the hand began to descend lower, to your breasts, gently cupping one breast. Fingers slowly drew circles around your nipple, and then squeezed it, causing you to bite your lip and inhale sharply.
...if it were his hands, then....
The water was hot, but the heat below you was even stronger. Unable to resist it, your hand moved even lower, carefully making its way through your folds. You started caressing yourself. All these stoked emotions, tension, unspoken words lately, it was all too much. Of course, when you turned to Felix, the first thing you thought about was that it wasn't him using this bathroom, but someone else. What if he did it too, right here in this place?
...You wonder if those were his hands, would they have caressed you the same way?
This and the previous thoughts and the briefly popped images in your head finally brought you to the peak.
"Oliver..." you whispered loudly, unable to keep that name on your lips.
He almost gave himself away at this point.
Of course, you weren't alone all this time. While Felix and Farleigh were arguing over the right to own the remote, Oliver sat next to them, unable to believe that this was happening. You were going to his bathroom. Of course, in his thoughts now (and maybe in his plans for the future) it wasn't just you and Felix's bathroom, no. You, lying in his bathtub, was the only way to say it correctly and so... luscious.
He was already preoccupied with these thoughts from the very beginning, when you innocently asked Felix about the bathroom, and was just waiting for the right moment to slip away from this company. Fortunately, Elspeth soon joined them, and James came in after her, so, thanks to new guests in the room and the still ongoing discussion about what the Catton family would be watching on TV that evening, Oliver was able to slip away without much difficulty.
He impatiently followed your footsteps, counting in his head whether it was enough time to pass for you to look around there, fill the bath, lie down in it and start relaxing. Thinking about the last words, Oliver began to tense up in a certain sense and in a certain place. Yes, he decided, enough time had passed.
Very quietly, he walked through Felix's dark room to the crack in the door, which left a narrow strip of light from the next room. You were lying in the bath. God, it was a pity that he missed the moment when you took off your clothes and lay down there, but it was also good. He would see everything again, and very soon.
Oliver breathed very quietly and slowly.
God, how beautiful you were, even that small part of your body that could be seen from the bathroom and was also limited to the door crack was inexpressibly beautiful to him. He felt like an ancient Greek myths character, some kind of satyr watching the bathing of a beautiful nymph. No, the goddess. He thought of himself as Actaeon, and you were now his Artemis, taking your bath. A hunter who made his way to the goddess of hunting in the forest and was punished for his excessive curiosity, desires and impatience.
It was also some kind of forbidden act, as if he had actually made his way into the sacred grove. The grove was sacred, but he was glaring at you in a completely blasphemous manner. If he had got to be turned into a stag or something, he was willing to pay the price right now. Every fascination has its price to pay. Although no, not right now.…
Oliver was breathing very quietly and slowly, but soon his breathing became heavier and heavier.
It was too much when you started slowly running your hand over your body, starting with your lips and going lower and lower.
His mouth involuntarily opened in amazement, and then his jaw clenched, and he gnashed his teeth almost audibly. He bit his lip. It was impossible to tolerate, no. His own hand also began to slowly descend.
What was he counting on? Probably just to see you lying in his tub, left to yourself. He didn’t know himself. But for some reason, he did not hope for what was happening at that moment. What or who is Y/N thinking about now? He would give a lot to know that. And he would give everything to change the answer to his own name.
His excitement and despair grew within him every passing second.
He did not calculate exactly what happened next. Or rather, he could have guessed only in his wildest dreams. But it must be said, Oliver always had wildest dreams, which he quickly began to believe in.
"Oliver..." - the acoustics of the bathroom and the silence around gave away your secret, and the sensitive hearing of the bearer of this name picked it out unmistakably.
At that moment, the pupils of his eyes widened to their limit, as if he had just learned the most important secret of the universe, which he had longed to possess all his life. To some extent, even on the modest scale of human life and the moment, this was exactly the case.
So, yes. All this time Y/N was thinking about him. Not about Felix. Not about Farleigh. God, it was not even about Venetia or anyone else. About him. About Oliver. About Oliver Quick.
He smiled broadly at the thought that his observations, his intuition and his wildest dreams had met at a single point of truth. He knew that he hadn't made much of an impression on you in those brief meetings you had at Oxford. But you made an impression on him, and that was enough. He was good at waiting, and he was even better at planning. All this getting closer with Felix, this whole year – it was all for you first of all. He knew that you were friends, that you were the daughter of his parents' friends, and that you were often invited to stay at the Catton family estate, and he did everything to get there too. Yes, even if he didn't make a big first impression on you, even if you didn't study together, even if Felix didn't study with you and your paths didn’t cross often enough to communicate a lot at Oxford, but Oliver knew the place where all this would happen. In Saltburn.
That was why he’d been working very hard for the last two months – even if he wasn't always a good conversationalist, he was a great listener and an even better observer. You began getting closer, and he clearly caught your attention. But to what extent, even Oliver was not sure. It seemed that you communicated with Felix and Farleigh with much more ease, even flirting a little. And not only with them, in general, your ease was expressed in communicating with anyone. With anyone but him. More and more often, you began to avoid his gaze, felt visually uncomfortable, stiffed when you were alone with him, and felt a clear relief when someone joined your company. Did you really get to know him better, and the initial indifference became a constant awkwardness in his presence? Oliver was very afraid of that. And deep down he hoped that this way you could just mask your affection for him, because sometimes people do that. This was also present in him to some extent, or rather, it used to be, because Oliver Quick decided to bury his insecurity and shyness deep inside himself. He was not quite done with it yet, but oh the boy was trying, he was trying very hard. He wanted to kill everything in himself that prevents him from becoming who he desired to be and getting what he wanted. Or who he wanted.
That brief smile changed again to a soundlessly open mouth that almost gave out a groan. Oliver held his hand tightly on his crotch, holding onto the wall with his other hand so that his knuckles turned white. After that confession of yours, Oliver was ready to burst into the bathroom at the same second, but no. He would restrain himself, he would not do that. He would be smarter than Actaeon.
He was really able to keep his composure and wait for you to relax and move away from your blessed condition a little, diving into the water a little deeper and slightly closing his eyes from pleasure and calmness that came to you. He moved noiselessly to the other side of the room. He exhaled deeply. Oliver looked at the half-finished can of Red Bull that had been on Felix's bedside table near the entrance for almost a week. Now it was time to act.
You heard footsteps approaching and shivered, opening your eyes.
"Knock, knock! May I come in?" a familiar voice asked sweetly and quite lively.
"Oliver? What are you..." you started, but he interrupted you by going into the bathroom, without waiting for your invitation or even more so for a refusal.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I need to change my clothes urgently," he began guiltily, "I-I'm not looking!"
He was actually walking past you, covering his face with his hand.
"What's happened?" you asked, half rising from the tub.
"I spilled a drink on myself. It's so unsuitable, because this is a shirt that Felix recently gave me, so that I, quote, "won’t wear the same thing over and over again, otherwise it upsets mother, we're not some kind of paupers here, she said to him." This is so damn awkward," he said frustratedly.
"Yes, of course, come in. It's okay."
"Thank you, Y/N! Once again, I'm sorry for the suddenness."
Oliver disappeared and rummaged in his room for a while, and then knocked again, but this time from the side of his own door.
"Yes? Do you want to go back?"
"Yes. And no. Not quite. It seems that I need to wash my shirt right now, before the stain is completely dry..."
"Can you just leave the shirt to the maids?"
"No, no! Disturbing people at such a late hour...And again, until I find someone and get there..."
"Yeah, you're probably right. Come in... if you won’t be watching,"
"While I'm washing my shirt, I won't," Oliver smiled.
He entered the room with his eyes closed in a caricature manner and showed a white shirt with a dark yellow Red Bull stain on the shirt hanging in his outstretched arms. He was wearing white tank top and black trousers, which were only left part from his dinner costume. He also took off his shoes.
"Yeah, I see it. Maybe you can wash it with soap or something?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do now," Oliver went to his sink under a mirror, starting to wash the stain.
You didn't promise not to look. This view of him, the combination of a formal suit with something casual, formed a knot in your stomach. The white tank top that accentuated his slender torso and exposed his muscular arms so well, which were now busy doing laundry, black suit trousers that hugged his legs and ass in such a nice way, as well as the fact that he was standing barefoot in the bathroom, created a feeling of some kind of intimacy. Few people could see him like this even in this house, as if you came from some sort of gala dinner, and now you saw him in the process of changing clothes between some business. It was like you came together, and this was just your house, and that only you were allowed to see this semi-domestic, yet at the same time very sexy look. You inhaled the air quite sharply.
He didn't promise not to watch either. Therefore, the smile slipped from his face, since you did not see him from this angle, from where he could watch you through the mirror while washing his shirt, completely not looking at it. The smile faded because he could barely contain himself again. He was breathing heavily the hot and sticky air of the bathroom. Damn if only could he pounce and ravish you right now, in this very bath. Oliver was reveling in the way you were looking at him, the way you were looking at him now, thinking that he didn't notice it. Your sharp sigh was the last drop.
"Thinking about something?" Oliver asked you in an even tone.
"What? Oh, no, I just, uh..."
"It's weird, I thought I heard your voice when I first came in here. Did you talk to someone?"
"Of course not, because it's just me... and you."
"I could swear you were talking to someone..." Oliver said wistfully.
You felt the heat in the still hot bath water again, only now your face was burning. Did he hear you muttering his name? It couldn't be, could it have happened before he came in? Or did you not remember something? You were so relaxed. And now you were tensing up, afraid that he would find out your little, or rather, very, very big secret, which you were afraid to fully admit even to yourself.
"I... don't..."
Oliver sighed and stopped washing his shirt, turning to you and leaning on his table. He stared at you unblinkingly, arms crossed over his chest. You instinctively gasped and covered your chest with your hands, crossing your legs.
"My dear, I don't bite. Be a good girl and tell me who you were thinking about while lying in that bathtub, mm?"
"You promised not to look!" It seems like your face couldn't be any redder than it was now.
"I said I wouldn't look while I’d be washing my shirt," Oliver raised both hands in front of him, looking straight into your eyes, "As you can see, I'm done with it."
"But I’m not done with you at all," he thought to himself and slowly began to approach you from behind.
"Oliver, what are you-"
"Shh," he knelt down and gently put his hands on your shoulders, carefully gathering your wet hair to the center of your neck, "I won't look if you want, but let me apologize for my intrusion, I didn't mean to bother you."
He began to gently massage your shoulders, as the pads of his thumbs moved to your neck. You sighed softly and shifted your legs. It seems like both halves of your body were burning equally badly now.
"That's it, good girl," he cooed softly, exhaling hot air almost into your ear. His measured breathing burned your neck, "So, will you tell me who you were thinking about while lying in this tub?"
He asked the question as if he knew the answer to it. You wanted terribly and didn't want to tell him at the same time. It seems that even if you wanted to, the words were stuck in your throat. His long fingers began to tighten, moving slightly towards your neck. "I won't leave it until you tell me yourself." You twitched your legs again. Were you scared or did it turn you on? It seems to be both.
"And please don't hide with your hands from me, yeah? Do you know how fuckin' beautiful you are?" he took one hand off from your neck and gently pushed your hand away, taking up space under your breasts. There was a complete silence in the room. He moved a little to the left side of the tub. At that moment, your eyes met, and everything inside you turned upside down. His beautiful blue eyes were now almost dark with longing. His breathing was slow and heavy, shaking the already hot and sticky air between your faces. The tension was too strong to resist. Yes, it seems that your feelings towards each other were mutual.
Your lips slowly met, and then everything was like a blur. After a short while, Oliver sensually ran his tongue over your lower lip, asking for an invitation to come in. You opened your mouth a little more, where he immediately had slipped with his tongue, leisurely enjoying every corner of your mouth as much as possible. Then he broke the kiss in the lips just to kiss your collarbone without breaking your visual contact. You remembered that his other hand was resting under your chest, and now it began to stroke your skin and climb higher. Oliver began caressing your breasts just the way you had done before – first cupping it in his hand, and then slowly began to lead circles around your nipple until he squeezed it lightly. You cried out softly with pleasure.
"So, darling? And now you're going to tell me who you were thinking about...?"
If earlier words did not come out of you because of surprise and sensation of a slight fear, now they did not come out of you because of excitement and disbelief in what was happening in general. Oliver grinned, closing his eyes, lowering and shaking his head a bit. Then he stood up and, cupping your face in his hands, kissed you again. But this time the kiss was greedy, almost immediately his tongue penetrated you mouth, without asking for any permission now. But you didn't need it, you almost moaned into his lips in response. One of his hands moved from your cheek to your neck and began to squeeze it lightly.
After breaking the kiss, he looked at you again. It seems that now you were ready to reveal his name, but decided not to do so, to see what would happen next, gathering all the remnants of your weakening will, and silently looked at him in response. Oliver seemed to catch this mood and, giving you a dark excitement smile, took a step back, removing one hand from your throat and moving it to your inner thigh. His other hand was on your chest again. Your body covered with goosebumps under the water. He entered you with one finger, and you finally let out a real moan. Smiling with satisfaction, he added his second finger and increased the pace. The water started splashing out of the bathtub from your fidgeting and legs movements. The hand that rested on your breast began to squeeze it, and the thumb massaged your nipple rougher and rougher. You began to moan more often and louder under the caresses of your uninvited, but such a welcome guest. Perhaps it was more correct to say that you were the guest, and he was more like the host here, but your already confused thoughts were interrupted by his hoarse and authoritative voice, "Who were you thinking about lying here, touching yourself? Whose hands were you imagining at that moment?"
You just moaned in response, and he picked up the pace.
"Say the name, say it out loud"
"Oh... Oliver! It was you, Oliver."
"Yes," his eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze darkened even more, and his mouth let out a soundless moan full of satisfaction at what he had heard. He had experienced complete moral satisfaction, and now he would give you a physical one.
He bent down to you more, greedily and sloppily kissing you, without taking his hands off caressing your body, he added the third finger, and in less than a minute you came loudly under his fingers.
You were breathing heavily, just like Oliver himself. You looked at each other, both of you had a swarm of thoughts and a hurricane of feelings in your heads. "Good, sweet Y/N. I'm so glad that tonight turned out that way," he kissed you again, sweetly and almost innocently. He sat on his knees by the bath for a while and just looked at you. You started to get embarrassed again and looked away.
"I'm sorry, you probably need some time alone, and they've probably been waiting for me downstairs. The shirt still needs to be hung up to dry!" he said cheerfully, getting up from his knees, quickly taking the shirt from the sink and disappearing into his room. When he returned, you saw that he was wearing shoes again, and another shirt was thrown over his tank top.
"Have a pleasant late evening, Y/N! If you're not tired, join us in the living room," Oliver smiled at you, and then, already standing in the aisle, added quite nicely but firmly, "And if you want or need to use this room again, put your things down and take towels from my half of the bathroom, hmm?"
With these words, he left the room, leaving you in a storm of feelings and once again thinking how observant and puzzling he was sometimes, as it may not seem at first.
He was over the moon, but of course he would like to get a lot more out of you than he got today. But he knew how to wait, a good hunter should be able to do it, and today Oliver praised himself that he did it perfectly. Actaeon was considered the best out of the mortal hunters.
He was running, almost flying down the estate towards the living room. The Cattons were probably watching some nonsense there, as they always did. But he didn't care, because all his thoughts were about tomorrow night, hoping that you would come to use his bathroom again. Hoping that Venetia would occupy your bathroom again for a long enough time, and if she wouldn't, then maybe he would consider clogging of the second tub.
Oliver knew how to wait, and even better he knew how to act at the right moment.
Surely, he would surpass Actaeon himself.
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dancingbirdie · 5 months
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This feels more like a character study of Astarion than anything else, but it's part of the series I'm working on called "The Planets Bend Between Us."
Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here.
Everything on Ao3 here.
My Astarion Spotify playlist here.
I hope you enjoy! Comments always appreciated and hoarded like shiny magpie trinkets.
Only You. Only Me.
Rating: Mature (for descriptions of sex/fantasizing)
Pairing: Astarion x f!Tav
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings/Tags: Astarion's trauma responses, mental health, coping mechanisms, self-degradation, discussion of sex/physical intimacy, angst, fluff.
Summary: Halsin propositions Tav, prompting another important conversation between her and Astarion. Astarion works through more of his feelings about Tav, physical intimacy, and recovering from the torture he previously endured.
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Astarion had always enjoyed reading. It was one of the very few discreet pleasures in which he could partake when skulking about Baldur’s Gate at night. He would read by the light of the lamp posts dotting the main thoroughfares, slouching against them and perusing texts at his leisure. He could even justify the habit to Cazador and his siblings, as on numerous occasions, it captured the attention of unsuspecting passersby who considered his behavior intriguing enough to strike up a conversation. It was a more passive means of gathering victims, true. It felt akin to fishing for prey as opposed to stalking them. But, still, it got the job done, especially on nights when his skin and bones still ached from his master’s beatings. 
Suffice to say, when he pilfered an armful of books from the druid’s grove several weeks ago, he was excited to finally indulge in the familiar activity once more. He had just selected a worn edition of Traveller’s Guide to the Sword Coast Vol. IV: The Risen Road and begun reading the author’s note when Tav barged into their shared tent with an audible huff. 
“Honestly, I was only making conversation…” she grumbled under her breath as she began aggressively rummaging through her pack to retrieve her night clothes. 
Astarion peered at her over the top of the tome, quirking a brow. 
“Is there something you want to talk about, my dear?” he casually intoned. 
Tav scoffed before turning to look at him over her shoulder. “You wouldn’t believe the conversation I’ve just had with Halsin,” she grimaced. 
Ah, so it finally happened, he thought to himself. He was grinning wickedly as he closed the book and laid it next to his bedding. 
“What’s that smile for?” Tav accused. 
A true, hearty guffaw burst from his mouth at that. Tav would have found it delightfully endearing if she weren’t so flustered. 
“I was wondering when you were going to ask me about this,” he replied, still chuckling. 
“What? How could you tell? Did he say something to you already?”
“I guessed! The man can’t stay quiet about ‘enjoying the freedom of Nature’s gifts’,” Astarion said, adopting a low, throaty tone to mimic the First Druid’s voice before cackling again. “Why, I bet he’d outlaw clothing if he could.”
Tav clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “It’s ridiculous. I was trying to make conversation with him a few days ago, because he seemed lonely and out of place. I mean, at least we all sort of know one another now. Tadpole business and all that. I thought he could do with a friend. So I merely asked if he had someone special waiting for him back home. And, apparently, that’s a coded question for ‘I’m interested in you?’ Honestly,” she scoffed. 
Astarion continued to watch her with obvious amusement. 
Tav turned back around and began undressing. He swallowed thickly as he watched her shrug out of her armor and begin untying the laces of her chest binding. The fabric fell to the ground with a muffled thump. He caught a mouth-watering view of the side of her breast as she bent over to fetch her nightshirt. 
His nightshirt, to be more precise. She’d taken to wearing his clothes (with permission, of course) soon after they had begun sleeping together. Said article of clothing was long enough to serve as a nightgown on her.
His eyes followed the curve of her waist and hips as she slid her breeches over the peaks and dips of her legs. His chest began to feel a little tighter, his breathing a touch ragged. He knew he should turn away. Be a gentleman. Give her some privacy, even if she wasn’t asking for it. 
Tav had grown increasingly casual about her nakedness inside the confines of their tent. She wasn’t doing it as a means to tempt him, he realized. Experienced as he was given his former… raison d'être… he would have picked up on the first whiff of it had her intent been to cajole him into sleeping with her again. 
No, her behavior stemmed entirely from a place of trust. She let her guards down - physically and emotionally - with only him. It was a pure thing. Borne out of a sense of security that Astarion hadn’t thought anyone would ever feel with him. The thought alone was enough to send a surge of blood toward his groin. The tent suddenly felt a lot warmer than it had before she’d entered. 
They hadn’t slept together since the night of tiefling’s celebration. It wasn’t because he didn’t desire her. He did, much more than his conscious self possibly cared to admit. He was especially reminded of that truth during moments like these, when she undressed in front of him as though she had done it a thousand times before. Like she’d do it a thousand times again. The way she shared her body with him, even non-sexually, was enough to kindle fire in his blood.
But he still felt tainted, no matter how many times he scraped and scrubbed his skin clean. The sense of it was still there, like an invisible grime marking him as unclean. Unworthy. And the act itself was still tainted in his mind. It wasn’t an easy place to return from – that cognitive hellscape where sex was a weapon, a vulnerability to exploit, a means to another’s end. 
He would frequently picture himself filling her to the hilt, wrapping her legs around his waist, thrusting into her with all the passion he could muster. And at first, it would bring him nothing but unbridled feelings of pleasure. Of yearning. But then the vision would be overshadowed by other thoughts, memories of previous trysts. Reminding him of who he was. What he was. What he’d done to others. What had been done to him. And by the time he was able to beat back those intrusive thoughts, the urge to ravish her would be lost. And he would be left loathing himself for even thinking of touching her, or having her touch him, in that way. 
You don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve her. That’s not meant for you. The thoughts would taunt him like crows circling a dying animal.  
He knew she wanted to be with him again. Of course, she never asked for it, the polite and empathetic sweetling that she was to him. They had discussed the subject thoroughly, and she had resolutely accepted his boundaries. He knew she’d never overstep them unless he permitted it. But he could feel her wanting in the desperate way she kissed him. In the way she touched him, so reverently, when they curled up in their bedding to rest. It caused his heart to flutter and fracture simultaneously. Because no matter how desperately he wanted to give her what her unspoken actions craved, he couldn’t figure out how to bypass those horrible memories and thoughts that plagued him. 
Things had gotten better, he had to admit. His aversion to touch and intimacy was slowly but surely fading. There were many nights he and Tav lay together in each other’s arms, lips moving together in perfect, glorious synchrony. They explored each other’s bodies – fingertips ghosting along skin, leaving heated trails of gooseflesh in their wake. 
“Tell me to stop,” she would whisper against his neck, her hands roving the planes of his body, as she peppered kisses along his jawline and the column of his neck. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”
“Keep going,” he would murmur in return, touching her just as desperately. “Please. Keep going.”
It would continue like that for some time, until it became too much. Until her touch stopped feeling like an analgesic to his mind and more like an agonist. He would tense, and she would feel it. He would quietly whisper “stop,” and she would halt immediately. He would clutch her in his arms, and they would lie still as he recovered. 
He wished he could give her more. Give her everything. She said she never minded. That she wanted them to take this slowly. And he believed her. But still. He knew he was a different sort of lover than she likely imagined her first to be. 
Which was why he had resolved to accept the possibility that she might want physical pleasure with someone else. Someone like Halsin, who could give her that attention immediately. Without the additional baggage and self-loathing that he came with. 
Under Cazador’s enslavement, the question of whether he preferred monogamy versus polyamory was just a cruel joke with an even crueler punchline. And before that, well, he couldn’t remember how he’d preferred his relationships. It was disorienting, to be so unsure of himself. Not knowing whether his decisions and preferences now were a reversal of his former personality or an exact alignment. Maybe some craved that sort of clean slate, but to Astarion it was terrifying. And enraging. 
But matters of self-identity aside, he had pondered long and hard about how he would respond were Tav to express interest in someone else. He had seen the way the gazes of some in their party lingered on her, knew they were curious about his little hellcat. Knew it was only a matter of time before someone became brave enough to proposition her. And he’d resolved to tell her, should she ask, that he would be all right with it. If she wanted to be intimate with another. He wouldn’t mind. 
Because it wasn’t her body he wanted, he had realized. While, yes of course, she was exquisite and beautiful and incomparable. She had a feral sort of beauty that drove his senses stark-raving mad sometimes. But what he really wanted – what he craved from her – lay so much deeper within. He wanted her heart. Her trust. Her pride. Her love. Even if he wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. He wanted to know it, wanted to learn. 
“It’s all right, you know,” he murmured finally. 
Tav turned to face him, tying her hair up in a tight bun for sleep. His nightshirt inched up her long, taut legs as she stretched. 
“What’s all right?” she frowned. 
“If you do wish to be intimate with him. I wouldn’t mind. I’m happy for you to have as much… Halsin as you wish.”
Tav just stared at him, her expression unreadable. 
“I just have one question, though,” he continued, pressing on while he still had the courage and vulnerability to ask. “It wouldn’t be because… you know… we haven’t… in a while?” 
The answer mattered so much to him. It was all he could think about for some time now. It made the defensive, self-preserving part of his mind absolutely seethe with rage, but try as he might, he couldn’t shake its importance.
Objectively speaking, he knew it was reasonable if she did respond with yes, it’s because we haven’t in a while, and I really do want to have sex. She was free to feel how she wished. He wouldn’t dare try to force her to stay with only him. He wouldn’t take her agency away from her like that. 
But still, he couldn’t deny that it would gut a part of him, if that would be her reason for taking the First Druid up on his offer. Astarion knew his penchant for misery and self-loathing would seize that answer like a prized jewel. Taunt him with the reality that he wasn’t good enough, wasn’t worth the effort, wasn’t deserving of anyone’s sole focus. 
“Astarion. Look at me,” Tav intoned, interrupting his frantic spiral. 
He hadn’t realized he’d dropped eye contact, his unfocused gaze instead directed somewhere to the side of her head. 
She knelt down before him, her knees pressing into his thigh. Gently, she took his hands in hers. 
“I don’t want to sleep with Halsin. I don’t want to sleep with anyone else,” she said resolutely. He could hear the conviction in her tone.
He stared at her, stunned into silence. In all his pondering and fretting over this, he hadn’t prepared for that answer. Once again, her response left him feeling flat-footed. 
“Listen,” she pressed forward, scooting closer into his side. “I’m fairly new at this, at all of this really. There’s a lot I don’t know about relationships and… physical intimacy… But I do know myself. And I know that sex doesn’t mean nearly as much to me as our emotional connection does. 
“Really?” Astarion whispered, his eyes darting rapidly across her face, desperate to suss out the truth.
Tav nodded seriously, squeezing his hands in hers. “While, yes, I want you in that way… it’s you I want, Astarion. Not the act itself. Just you.”
He wanted to break down in sobs at her words, at just how much they meant to him. That she just wanted him. Astarion. No gimmicks, no quid pro quo, no expectations. She had said it to him before in a different manner of phrasing, but he wasn’t sure if he would ever tire of hearing it. 
She couldn’t possibly understand how her simple truth, her sincere love for him, was upending his entire concept of life and relationships, like a meteor obliterating the ground beneath it. And out of that obliteration, something new and wonderful and terrifying was arising within him. 
Marvelous as it may be, it was still too much to process. The self-preserving part of him reared up in desperation, anxious to shield him from the unknown. He slipped into his costume of confidence and ease once more, although a distant part of him noted how this façade was beginning to chafe. 
“I know,” he chuckled with an offhanded shrug. He could sense the false bravado in his voice and wondered if Tav could discern it as well. 
“I was being foolish,” he continued. “But thank you for saying it.” 
Tav gave him a warm smile and squeezed his hands one last time before releasing them. 
“Of course, my star” she replied lovingly. “Let’s get some rest then, yes?”
“Yes, my darling. Let’s,” he returned.
He gathered her up in his arms as they burrowed down into their bedding. Tav sprawled on top of him, her head on his chest, a leg hitched between his, an arm banded across his waist. 
Within a matter of moments, she was fast asleep. Careful not to shift too much and wake her, Astarion picked up the previously discarded tome and resumed his reading. 
Astarion had always enjoyed reading. Although, he had to admit, the surroundings and company had dramatically improved since the last time he cracked open a book.
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jjsbank444 · 2 months
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Against All Odds - Rafe Cameron
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Childhood BestFriend!Reader
Word Count: 6500
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Having grown up with a best friend like Y/N was something Rafe Cameron knew never to take for granted. She was one of a kind, the most visible star in a sky full of billions of others, his oxygen, his lifeline, his most prized person. She radiated the most beautiful smiles, her laughs sounded like they came straight from heaven and her soul was ethereal, truly angelic.
And God, he wished she could see herself through his eyes every day while she woke up, full of the heavy feeling raking behind her ribcage.
It was unfair really, how perfect she was and how little attention she received from irrelevant guys. How she would be stood up for a date or have to suffer in silence while some dude talked only about his finance career the whole dinner without asking about her favourite Taylor Swift lyrics and the meaning behind it or ask about the diamond shaped scar on her left knee. It was unfair that she was treated like an option when she should have been someone’s entire world. Rafe knew this in his bones as he was sure if she was ripped away from him one day, he would never be able to breathe again.
But he was also thankful. Thankful for all the years he had been by her side as her best friend, someone she trusted with her deepest and darkest secrets and if that’s all he ever got to be, he would still be thanking his lucky star every night.
“I just don’t understand. I don’t smell, my personality is incredible, and my face is at least worth a reply.” She sighed frustrated as she flopped down on the sofa beside her best friend, who watched her with an amused expression as she was unloading her latest failed talking stage onto him.
It was a usual evening for the pair, spent in Rafe’s home once their working days were over. Rafe now running his dad’s company and Y/N who worked in the surf coffee shop by the beach – and undoubtedly her second favourite place to be on the island – always made sure to spend several evenings together. This has been a routine ever since they were children, only their hang out spots went from Tanneyhill and Y/N’s parents’ house to their own homes.
“Maybe your conversation needs some work.” Rafe shrugged, a glint of mischief playing behind his orbs which she normally would find funny, but today she needed reassurance more than humour.
“My conversations are brilliant, thank you very much. Surely, you would know. You had the pleasure to have many conversations with me throughout the 18 years we had known each other.” She snapped, making Rafe snort as he turned towards her, a hand on her shin as he pinched the skin, making her yelp and smack his hand away.
“How would I know? I bet you act different in front of all your dates. Otherwise, you would scare them away.” He laughed as he watched her roll her eyes and banged her head against the arm of the sofa.
“You’re ridiculous. I’m an amazing date. Men should be head over heels in love with me.” Y/N groaned frustrated as she sat up and raised her arms in frustration, letting them fall beside her following her outburst.
“Well, you can’t blame me for being sceptical.” Rafe muttered, biting back another grin seeing the way her cheeks heated in anger, but who could blame him, when he loved being the reason for the rosiness of her cheeks?
“I bet I could make you fall in love with me.” She mumbled under her breath, the words falling from her lips before she could breathe them back in, silently hoping the sentence never reached Rafe’s ears.
“What did you just say?” He exclaimed, the previous hopefulness evaporating into thin air as she shut her eyes for a second, trying to ignore the way her heart started racing and turned to him with false confidence instead.
“I said I bet I could make you fall in love with me. Easily. In three dates.” She bluffed, the sentences she believed to be lies but now unable to take back flooding the room with waves of hope and desperation.
“No way. You definitely couldn’t.” Rafe scoffed as he shook his head aggressively, hoping that the motion would deter her from seeing the way his pulse was racing behind that vein on his neck or how his voice suddenly grew husky and low from the way his throat ran dry from hearing her confident tone about the feelings he has possessed since the moment he laid eyes on her at the age of 5.
“Yes way. Why, are you scared you would be out of pocket?” She crossed her arms and raised her head with a devilish determined smile that made his head spiral, feeling hot and dizzy, having to grip onto the back of the sofa for support.
“Yeah, right.” He laughed at her, deeming her idea ridiculous in her eyes, while he reached into his back pocket, pulled out his card holder and slapped down his very fancy, very exclusive and most definitely very expensive credit card on the coffee table.
“Bet.” He croaked out, watching her eyes grow huge as she flickered her gaze between the card and his calm, collected expression.
“You can’t bet that much.” She protested, voice unsure and uncertain as she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, already regretting her bold move but too late to back out.
“Why? You’re not confident in your dating abilities?”
“Screw you, Cameron. Prepare to get your heart stolen by me.” Y/N giggled as she repeated his actions by walking to her purse, taking out her wallet and pulling out her own credit card and although she knew it had nowhere near the value of his, she swallowed nervously at the prospect of losing this bet. All in the meantime, Rafe Cameron was on his phone, logging into his mobile banking as he moved his funds around, paying his credit card off in full to make sure that he can hand her a card with a complete balance alongside his heart.
Date 1
Y/N rolled her eyes at herself in the mirror for the millionth time as she mentally cursed herself every time she looked back to the moment that led her to tonight, the reason she was applying her makeup and getting herself all dolled up for her best friend, Rafe Cameron.
“I bet I could make you fall in love with me? Ugh why am I so dumb?” She groaned as she tilted her head back aggressively, looking at the ceiling as if it would answer her question.
It was just a couple of days since the bet has been made and the night of their first date which would take place shortly, once Y/N could get herself together and get dressed, while waiting for Rafe to arrive and pick her up. Because even though it was technically her date, he insisted that he would never not pick up a girl for a date, especially if he knows them.
Which is why she was waiting by the front door, in her best dress and knee-high boots, braving herself against the chilly winter air of the outer banks, convincing herself she didn’t feel nervous to be going on a date with her best friend. It was only Rafe after all. And just a stupid bet.
Soon enough, she recognised the sound of the car pulling up her driveway, the same car that has been there countless times for various different reasons throughout the last few years Rafe has had it. Y/N couldn’t help but smile to herself the moment she was outside locking her front door, as she walked to the car and peaked to find a grinning boy glancing at her, watching her intently until she finally opened the passenger door and slid into her seat.
“You’re looking very pretty.” Rafe greeted her as he did a glance over a few times before turning his attention to backing out of the drive, ready to hit the road to whatever she had planned for him tonight. His hand twitched against the steering wheel as his heart pounced slightly more aggressively than ever before, from her sheer presence knowing he was lucky enough to get a date out of her.
“You know, I should be the one to be flattering you, right?” She bit back her smile with raised eyebrows as she measured him up. He was dressed in a fresh sweater, one she hasn’t seen before but it fit him just well, his hair was a little more done than she had witnessed in the last couple of months and he seemed happy, which made her happy.
“I thought this dress was part of your masterplan.” Rafe gestured with his finger towards her attire, one that she clearly put tremendous effort into and the knowledge that it was for him was sure to make his head spin for at least a few days.
“Real smooth, Cameron.” She rolled her eyes as she playfully pushed his arm away, earning a chuckle from him as he turned his attention to the road. And as her cheeks unwillingly and unexpectedly heated from his comments, Y/N was grateful she no longer held his full attention.
“So, where are we going?” He queried as he started driving down the road while awaiting her instructions as she typed them into the map in his car. His brows furrowed in confusion as the destination showed up, a place he hasn’t been to since their school days.
“The observatory?” Rafe asked, glancing over to where Y/N sat with a wide grin and crossed legs, making herself comfortable as she queued her favourite songs.
“Yes. Apparently, there’s meteor showers tonight so they are holding a special evening for them. How amazing is that?” She squealed excitedly as she almost jumped out of her seat, her face expectantly on Rafe who couldn’t help but force his eyes back on the road in the name of keeping her safe, but the smile on his face was evident as daylight. Y/N had always been fond of the stars, reciting constellations to him on summer nights spent on rooftops, some of his most cherished memories amongst the many others when it came to her.
“Gotta give it to you Y/L/N. That’s a pretty cool date idea.” He hummed in agreement as he allowed her singing to overtake his mind alongside her, always always her.
The observatory was surprisingly quiet, considering the magical event that would take place this evening. Y/N picked up the entry tickets and with a childlike grin looked back to Rafe, who was allowing his eyes to dart all over the many pictures of stars that were painting the walls, until he spotted Y/N’s waving hands, signalling that they were ready to enter the place.
“We have a couple of hours and it’s meant to be prime time for shooting stars.” She clapped her hands excitedly as she weaved through the small crowd, beelining for an empty telescope on the top deck in the name of getting the best view, as if she was an expert. Rafe had no words to say apart from a small smile as he willingly followed her like a puppy dog, careful to not let her out of his sight. Not that would have been possible, after all she was the most dazzling thing, even in a place where the sole reason was to search for shiny objects in the sky.
Rafe nodded in understanding as he settled in beside her, two telescopes side by side with a couple of stools in front for comfortable observing. Y/N wasted no time as she climbed on, struggling a little making Rafe shake his head in amusement as he easily plopped on the other, adjusting the telescope to his height as he started looking through the lens.
“Oh my god Rafe. How pretty is the sky?” She blurted out, mouth agape as she moved the telescope around, not able to get enough of the night sky and all it’s beautiful stars. Rafe smiled against the glass as he glanced over at her small frame, curled up against the chair, eager hands around the telescope and he smiled to himself.
“Yeah. It really is.” He hummed as Y/N looked at him for a split second, his words hanging in the air before turning his attention back to the sky. Unbeknownst to him however, this was the first time his words erupted a bunch of butterflies in Y/N’s belly as her breath hitched from the way he spoke and how he was looking at her. She furrowed her eyebrows at the alien feeling before redirecting her gaze, confused at the implications of her actions.
“A shooting star! Rafe, did you see it?” Y/N called out moments later, as she witnessed her first one of the night, tearing her eyes away from the sky to Rafe who just chuckled beside her from her obvious excitement.
“I did. It was cool.” He shrugged, basking in her joy.
“We have to make a wish.” She exclaimed and closed her eyes momentarily while inaudibly mumbling something and opening her eyes with purpose, waiting for Rafe to do the same. He rolled his eyes but followed her lead nevertheless, wishing for the only thing he ever really wanted since he could remember. The same wish he made when he blew out every birthday candle or with every penny he threw into magic fountains. Always, always her.
The rest of the evening was spent with reciting constellations and Y/N directing Rafe’s telescope giggling until he was looking at the ones she was talking about, while sipping on hot chocolates from the observatory’s café until the time was up. It was well after midnight when the pair had to wrap up and leave the warm atmosphere, walking towards Rafe’s truck, shoulder occasionally bumping and hands grazing, the evening’s chill making them both shiver.
“So how was that?” Y/N wondered, teeth clattering as she waited for Rafe to turn the heating up, him directing the fan towards her when the warm air kicked in.
“How was what?” Rafe asked as he turned on the ignition and began driving home with a content, happy smile on his face that he didn’t seem to be able to get rid of. Not that he wanted to.
“The first date? Can you find any issues with me yet?” She joked as she pulled her legs up and crossed them, getting herself comfortable for the half hour drive. Her best friend scoffed as he glanced over momentarily to find her awaiting expression, eager for his answer.
“I’m not giving you a performance review after our first date Y/L/N. You have to wait until date three for that.” Laughing he continued focusing on the road.
“Does that mean I can expect you to not ghost me at least?” She asked, half joking, half hopeful.
“Come on sweetheart. You know you got me for life.”
Date 2
The air was filled with the aromas of cinnamon and sugar, the crowd was bustling with their bags of shopping, filled with gifts for loved ones and Y/N and Rafe found themselves at their local Christmas market as their second date. Her idea of course, in dire need of some too sweet hot chocolate filled with marshmallows to the brim and fidgeting to get a pair of ice skates on her feet to engage in her favourite winter activity.
“I swear to God Y/N, if I embarrass myself because of you, we are done.” Rafe huffed as she pulled him into the queue awaiting the ice rink, her hands covered in gloves and ear muffs protecting her ears from the harsh wind of the winter, and Rafe just about passed out from her cuteness when he first laid eyes on her as he picked her up.
“Oh Rafe.” She started, eyes gleaming with trouble and a smirk she tried and failed to contain painting her face. “If you embarrass yourself, it won’t be because of me.” She giggled and Rafe rolled her eyes, unable to contain his smile regardless.
It didn’t take long – who are we kidding, it took a while – for the skates to make it on their feet and soon enough they were ready to attend the ice, gloved hands tangled together and excited expressions on their faces. Until the very moment that Rafe’s feet met the ice, he fell backwards, scrambling to hold onto the wall with a whimper of fear.
Y/N of course couldn’t hold back her laughter as she bent over, eyes filling with tears as she giggled, Rafe’s unamused expression only egging her on.
“Are.. are you okay?” She finally choked out, wiping her lash line and taking in a deep breath to gather herself as she took a couple of steps towards the blonde boy who was now standing in front of her, still holding on for dear life.
“I’m glad my suffering made you happy.” He shot her a glare and Y/N almost missed the way the side of his lips curled upwards.
“Come on you big baby. Let me show you how it’s done.” She shook her head as she held out a hand towards Rafe who took it with reluctance. The feeling of her looking out for him, taking care of him warmed up his soul even as he stood on clear ice on one of the coldest days of the entire year. He had to remind himself to focus his eyes in front of him, on his feet, anywhere but on her. She proved to be his biggest distraction after all.
“I always forget you used to ice skate.” He mumbled as he sent her a smile, as they did a few laps. Y/N flowed effortlessly, not even paying attention to her movements as she guided Rafe around. All her childhood, she visited family in Canada and would spend hours ice skating on frozen lakes with her cousins, who are now dispersed all over the World.
“I miss it sometimes.” She shrugged as she returned Rafe’s look with a melancholy sparkle in her eyes. They were fond memories, although that’s all they ever were now.
“Well maybe we can plan a trip to Canada sometime?” Rafe suggested as he bumped her shoulder slightly in an attempt to relit her eyes with that happiness he always adored and craved to see. Y/N looked at Rafe in shock as his words sunk in.
“Really? You would do that for me?” She eyed him expectantly, as if to wait for him to tell her he was joking or he didn’t really mean it. But Rafe was never like that.
“I would do anything for you.” He shrugged nonchalantly as he squeezed her hand that he was still holding with meaning.
Y/N couldn’t explain the butterflies that erupted in her stomach or the way her cheeks grew warm from the way Rafe spoke. He was always so attentive and caring towards her, and she truly did know that he would always be there for her. So why did this feel so much like a promise? Why did this fill her with fire and made her legs shake and caused her to struggle to swallow?
It wasn’t long until they were off the ice, handing back the skates in exchange for their shoes they struggled to put on, surrounded by other people and getting tangled in their scarves.
“This stupid thing.” Y/N huffed as she yanked hers off and undid her coat, feeling like she couldn’t tie her laces from the thick materials surrounding her. Rafe watched with amusement at just how sassy she could get over bits of material, and she shot him glares when she found him staring.
“Okay, I’m ready now.” She stood, attitude dispersing into thin air at the thought of rewarding herself with a hot tea and pancakes smothered in chocolate.
“Come here.” Rafe shook his head, not allowing her to proceed any further, seeing the way her coat was still flung open, easily allowing the chill through to her.
Y/N rolled her eyes but stopped in her tracks nevertheless, watching as Rafe dropped his eyes and hand to the bottom of her jacket, fiddling with the zipper until he tugged on it and zipped it as far as he could tucking her scarf in, in the process.
“But Rafe, I feel so hot.”
“I don’t want you catching a cold, alright?” He shut her fussing down, reaching for her hand and pulling her out of the ice skate rink, thanking the people on their way out. And by the time he brought her a cup of her favourite winter tea and some dessert, her smile and excited eyes returned.
“Would you like some?” She pointed at her pancakes, covered in bits of strawberries and chocolate sauce, her favourite and one that looked awfully sickly sweet to Rafe. She knew that of course, but she would never want him to feel left out.
“No sweet girl, you carry on.” He smiled as he planted a small kiss to her temple, while she hummed in appreciation and placed another bit in her mouth, enjoying the sweetness.
“Oh Rafey look! A fortune teller.” She wiggled her eyebrows while pointing at the booth, decorated with crystals and tarot cards.
“I want to get my palm read.” She threw her hand opening, examining it with an interested look until she met Rafe’s gaze, who was giving her a sceptical look back.
“Come on, it will be fun.” She insisted and reached for his hand, while she disposed of her now finished dessert, attention completely occupied by the woman behind the stand.
“Welcome dear. What can I do for you today?” The lady greeted, and Y/N eagerly sat down in front of her, while Rafe decided to stand behind her, not as keen to take part, but intrigued enough to listen.
“I would like to know about my love life please.” She smiled big while laying her palm down flat. The woman nodded knowingly as she got to work, analysing and humming along as she swiped her fingers over the curving lines of her hand.
“My dear, you will have a love so big your heart might burst. You just need to be careful to not miss what’s in front of you.” She smiled at Y/N while raising his eyes to the boy behind you, who couldn’t help but gulp loudly. Sure, he thought this was all a game, entertainment only, but what if she was actually right? What is what he thought all along; that the two of you belonged together were in fact true?
“Thank you. I’ll be sure to keep my eyes open.” Y/N giggled as she settled her bill and waved goodbye. Rafe was by her side, as they made their way slowly back to the car, lost in his thoughts from the experience they just went through.
“I wonder who it is.” Y/N mumbled, almost like she didn’t mean for the words to be heard, but he always did.
“Who?”
“The person the fortune teller was talking about. I wonder who he is and where he is. I wonder if I met them before.”  She explained, hands thrown all around as she tried her best to put her thoughts into words, while Rafe could feel his chest get tighter and heart aching just a little bit more than he thought was possible. Here she was, in front of him, fantasising about some imaginary person, when he knew that she was it for him. He did not need a fortune teller confirming as much. His heart and soul did that for him even before he knew what love was.
“Well, whoever he is, he will be the luckiest person in the world to have you.” He smiled down at her as he pulled her in for a side hug, hoping the feeling of her body against him would erase the pain he felt deep in his bones, but it was only the longing that grew. The same longing that now filled her veins and foggy brain.
Date 3
Tonight’s date felt real close to an actual date and not in a way Y/N wished it did.
It has been two weeks since their last date and two weeks since Y/N has not stopped thinking about the way she felt that night alongside Rafe. Two weeks since she saw him in person, the both of them getting caught up in life and work and for once she was grateful to not have to face her best friend. Until tonight, no longer able to make excuses and put off seeing him.
Everything felt strange since their last going out. She somehow couldn’t shake the way he looked so perfect, his eyes lit up under the many fairy lights of the Christmas market or how he spoke so softly about her; and although he always did, this time felt different and the reasons were terrifying to admit.
Y/N was falling for her best friend. And fast.
“This can’t be happening.” She mumbled to herself as she paced around the room, aware of how time was running out until Rafe would be there to pick her up. And this time, he planned the date, which Y/N was reluctant to accept but he gave her no choice.
“This isn’t how this stupid bet was supposed to go.” She shook her head and groaned as she pulled her coat on and walked downstairs, tangling her thick scarf around her and picking up a pair of black heels, under Rafe’s instructions to dress up nice.
She glanced at the clock, showing exactly 7, at which point a couple of soft knocks were heard on her front door, in the exact rhythm they always played and yet this time, they filled her with unease instead of excitement.
As she opened the door, she could feel her eyes growing wide and breath hitching at the sight of the man she knew all so well, and yet it felt like she was seeing him clearly for the first time in her life. Her face heated against the cold winter air as he shamelessly inspected her, an approving smile playing on his lips that filled her belly with millions of butterflies.
“You certainly did dress up nice.” He hummed as he stepped closer and planted a small kiss to her cheek, which did nothing to make her feel less awkward and less like she was about to throw up from her nerves.
“These are for you.” He held out a bunch of pink flowers, all her favourites covered in baby’s breath and greens, easily the prettiest bouquet she ever received and it took her a moment too long to get her brain working.
“Oh God, I haven’t said anything yet, have I?” She frowned at herself as they stood in front of each other, her gaze lost in his. She grabbed a hold of the flowers and placed them down to a nearby table.
“They are beautiful. Thank you, Rafe. And hi.” Words just fell from her lips in no particular order and Rafe did nothing to hold in his amused smirk as he watched her fall apart in front of him. She was nervous, in front of him and although he was too scared to read into it, to assume the meaning of her behaviour, he felt hope blossoming in his chest for the first time in his life. And damn if he wouldn’t see how far he could push her limits.
“You’re beautiful. Ready to go?” He held an arm out towards her and planted his palm flat against the small of her back while she nodded and locked up and he led her to his car where he ensured that she would get in safe and sound.
Y/N was sure he could hear the loud beating of her heart through the whole car journey, even above the soft music playing in the background and Rafe’s fingers tapping against the steering wheel.
“Where are we going?” She rasped out, voice small and uncertain which was unfamiliar to them both.
“I booked us a table at this new restaurant just out of town. They had some of your favourites, so I thought you would like it.” Rafe looked over at her, smiling and Y/N had to avert her gaze while mentally cursing herself for being so awkward. But the way he looked at the menu in advance and chose this specific place because he thought she would like it tugged on her heart strings.
She hummed in agreement and while waiting for the journey to end, she tried everything in her power to calm her mind; rather unsuccessfully.
The restaurant they arrived at was beautiful. Stunning lights and candles everywhere that created an incredibly romantic atmosphere with their décor perfectly resembling the feelings Y/N got whenever she looked at Rafe.
The pair of them were escorted to a quite corner, and Rafe took it on himself to take off her coat and tuck her chair in and the gentleman act suited him so well, she craved to be on the receiving end of his chivalry forever.
“You’re quiet tonight.” Rafe spoke once they were sat with menus in their hands. His observation was like a knife cutting into her chest and she suddenly felt bad for her overthinking. No matter what feelings she had swirling in her brain, it was just Rafe after all.
“Sorry. I think I’m a little tired.” She shrugged while sending him a calming smile, one that did nothing to convince him.
“We can just go if you want. Have an evening in. Your call.” Rafe reached out and held onto her hand while giving it a reassuring squeeze, honesty swimming behind his irises.
“No, this is perfect Rafe. I’m happy to be here. With you.” She confessed and she didn’t miss the way his eyes softened at her words.
“Good evening. I’m Mia and I will be your server tonight. Can I get you started with some drinks?” A stunning blonde girl walked over with a blooming smile and pretty blue eyes that immediately found Rafe’s and didn’t falter away from his face for a second, not even to acknowledge his date.
“Hi. We’ll take a bottle of wine please.” Rafe nodded, his attention averting to Y/N as he confirmed the wine that she would be happy with while Mia made recommendations to the chef’s specials. Y/N could feel a sickly feeling growing in her stomach with every second Mia stared at Rafe, her eyes burning into him as her insecurity and jealousy set in, her already nervous self shutting down even further. Her eyes dropped the moment the server walked away and although she could feel Rafe’s eyes on her, she kept her gaze glued to the menu, hoping to look very lost in her thoughts while she examined the variety of dishes.
It didn’t take long for Mia to come back with the selected drinks and to take the food orders and it would be no shock to mention that Y/N remained invisible to her, even during this exchange of words.
“If you need anything else in the meantime, let me know Mr Cameron.” She smiled brightly as she walked away, her hips swaying in a way that made Y/N even more angry.
“Didn’t realise I put my invisible cloak on tonight.” She grumbled as she reached for her wine, eyes accidently meeting Rafe’s who watched her in shock and a little amusement.
“What?” She snapped, words spilling out more upset than she would have liked, but it proved to be so difficult to keep her distaste in.
“Are you jealous?” He asked, eyes wide and a large grin growing bigger on his face that made Y/N choke on ger glass.
“Why on Earth would you come to that conclusion? I just don’t appreciate being ignored while I’m the one sat across the table from you.” A splattering mess, she reached for her napkin and tried her best to regain her composure while doing her best to hide just exactly how jealous she truly was.
“I never thought I would see the day. My Y/N, jealous of another woman.” Rafe shook his head, a snicker falling from his lips and he could feel his head growing bigger from the validation he has been sneaking for longer than he could ever recall.
Y/N rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as she shot daggers towards Rafe, who did not stop boasting for a moment until the food came out. The plates were filled with nothing but deliciousness, and yet she struggled to swallow each bite through the tightness of her throat. She tried her best to enjoy herself, knowing Rafe has gone to all this trouble and yet she couldn’t get any words out, her quietness obvious to them both.
“Wanna tell me why you have been avoiding me?” Rafe suddenly spoke, breaking the awkward silence. Y/N looked up and could feel the heat in her cheeks was betraying her even without words.
“Thought so.” Rafe hummed as he scrunched up his nose and looked away, a bit of hurt and a bit of hope missing behind his eyes.
“You don’t need to be jealous of her by the way.” He continued, seemingly happy to fill the silence by himself if that’s how it needed to be.
“This place is beautiful Rafe. Really. Thank you for bringing me here.” Y/N averted the subject as she finished up and she tried hard to ignore Rafe’s words, that caused nothing but the speeding of her heart.
As if on cue, their server arrived at the table, clearing it up.
“Can I get you the dessert menu?” Mia smiled with a small wink towards Rafe, making Y/N groan and roll her eyes, forgetting just where she is, until she found him smirking at her.
“I think I’ll be taking my date home, thank you.” He confirmed, pulling his card out and settling up the bill before taking her in his arms and leading her out into the evening.
The car journey home was just as uneventful as on the way there, except Y/N was overthinking and analysing everything that happened over at the table. She hoped Rafe meant every word and she hoped he meant it in the way she hoped he did. Maybe he did fall for her or maybe it’s just how Rafe is on dates that caused her to fall head over heals in love with him. There were too many maybes and so little certainties, all of them only pointing in her direction. She was certain she loved him. She was certain she was a fool to have never seen him before. She was also certain that her heart would break if he didn’t feel the same way. And the fact that tonight would be the night she would finally find out filled her with dread and unease and yet a little excitement too. Because it was Rafe after all.
“I can’t believe our third date is over.” She mumbled as Rafe rolled to a stop in front of her house, switching off the ignition and rounding the front of his car to get to her and help her out. Rafe didn’t say anything as he led her to her front door, just smiling at her with those sparkly eyes that made her knees wobble and her chest close up, the proximity alone keeping her warm and flush even in the winter night’s chill.
“So?” Y/N rasped out, standing in front of her door, heart pounding and hands clammy, looking up at her best friend who was now so much more than that title to her.
“So what?” Rafe asked as he took a step closer to her, hand reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her earn, not missing the way his touch left shivers on her smooth skin.
“Did you win the bet?” Y/N asked, voice barely above a whisper, eyes uncertain but filled with hope and she knew the next words could be either the best or the worse ones she ever heard.
“I lost your bet the first time I met you when we were five.” Rafe admitted with a small smile, filled with sincerity and a little hesitancy. After all, he was sure of his feelings but although he could feel the shift in her demeanour, he couldn’t be sure if it was enough.
“That can’t be true.” She gasped, shaking her head and furrowing her brows as she tried to look back to any moment when she hadn’t felt loved by Rafe. The truth was, now she could see it. All the times he had her back, held her when she was upset, remembered the little details, looked at her longingly or with jealousy. It had been so obvious and yet she was so oblivious.
“It had always been you.” Rafe shrugged as he stepped a little closer, chest against hers, needing to feel her in any way possible.
“I feel so stupid. Rafe I’m so sorry, I..” She spiralled, burying her face in her hands, the guilt eating her alive for all that she put him through, even if she didn’t know.
“Hey. None of that. I never told you, okay? It’s not your fault.” He pulled her hands away and pinched her chin, just enough to force her eyes on him, needing her to know the truth.
“Does it make it better if I tell you I’m in love with you?” Y/N breathed out, eyes flickering between Rafe’s eyes and lips, close enough to see the way his pupils widened at her words and how his lips quirked ever so slightly with joy and disbelief.
“You are?” He gasped, his heart beating so hard it made his chest ache and he was sure he will collapse right there and then. That was until she placed her hands on his shoulder, pulling him down just enough to connect her lips to his and that’s when they both knew. This was it. The feeling that had always been missing from anything and anyone else. Because there should not have ever been anyone else.
“I can’t wait to take you shopping spoil you tomorrow.” Rafe murmured against her lips as he slipped a hand into his back pocket and fished out the credit card he made the bet with. The bet that led her to him, finally, the way he wished for day and night, with every birthday candle and every shooting star in the night sky.  
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st4rwon · 1 month
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enhypen followed you !
3) not you hypnotizing yourself - wc: 0.6k
synopsis - jake, being the clumsy guy he is, accidentally follows you from the official enhypen account on twitter. this leads to your life taking a full 180 and having to deal with being in the public eye.
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you carefully walked up to the receptionist’s desk, your steps were shaky since you were beyond anxious.
“you must be yn, you can sit in the lobby, there will be someone to escort you shortly” said the receptionist kindly.
you took a seat in one of the chairs and looked around, damn this building was huge. as you were gazing you felt someone staring at you. as you turned around you noticed two men quickly hiding behind a pillar. you couldn’t help but be a bit weirded out, but decided it was best to just let it go.
you scrolled on your phone, trying to calm your nerves, but it didn’t work well. you were still nervous as hell. the amount of attention you had been getting online hadn’t really hit you yet, but you’ve been steering clear from looking at tweets, apart from your friends.
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you were satisfied with the outcome of the meeting and truly were feeling a lot better. though you were still a bit confused as to how this all happened in the first place, as it was never explained. the team you were talking to allowed for you to just private the account and remove all your followers instead of getting rid of it completely, which had you overjoyed that your memories wouldn’t be gone.
you were about to leave the building, but suddenly you felt someone tapping your shoulder. you looked over and noticed a tall man, dressed quite fashionably. it took a second for you to register who it was, but once you looked at his face your jaw dropped. he noticed how your eyes widened and before you could speak he made a shushing gesture. he motioned you to follow him into one of the rooms, and you hesitantly did.
the second the door closed you couldn’t help but blurt out, “niki?!”
“sorry for scaring you earlier. you’re probably a bit shocked, but i just need a moment of your time.” he spoke, oddly gently.
you just nodded your head, not being able to utter another word. the next thing you know another man pokes out from behind, and you are about to lose it. it was sim fucking jake. your mouth quickly formed an o, and it took a second for you to snap out of it.
“hi…you must be yn, i hope im pronouncing I that right.” jake said, nervously.
“yeah, that’s right” you replied, blushing slightly.
“i heard you were coming here and just wanted to apologize for causing all of this. i bet this has made your daily life more complicated than it usually is, so sorry for causing the inconvenience.”
even after listening to jake’s apology, you just stood there taking it all in. your bias, the person who you admired ever so greatly, was apologizing to you?! this had to be a dream.
jake notices the way you were just staring, eyes wide and mouth still parted a bit. he smiled to himself for a second before asking, “yn…? you good?”
“oh sorry! im just still a bit surprised. its not everyday you see members of your favorite group. i admire you so much and now you’re right in front of me! sorry for rambling…”
jake smiled at the girl, she sure was cute as hell. he couldn’t help but stare into her beautiful eyes, but then riki kicked him. jake quickly shot him a stare, but realized he shouldn’t make the poor girl more uncomfortable than she already was.
“haha you’re fine! i hope you can forgive me though”
“of course! it hasn’t made my life too much more challenging than it already is” you said lying through your teeth. though things hadn’t been horrible, this new attention had definitely raised your anxiety levels to the max.
there was a bit of silence as you both just stared at each other. jake was surprised to see how pretty you were in real life, and you were amazed that jake and niki were standing right in front of you.
“ahem, hate to break this up, but we have a scheduled to get to, and im sure yn has plans as well.” riki said, bringing you both back to the moment.
“yeah, ill be on my way. i forgive you, by the way. not saying there was much to forgive in the first place, but-“
“yn, you’re fine. seriously. and thanks for accepting my apology. ill hopefully see you around, maybe at a concert or event of some sort?”
“hopefully! bye jake. bye niki.”
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kumapassion · 9 days
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Why you mad?
Pairings: jey uso x black reader
Warnings: none
Summary: you and jey aren't on speaking terms and he aims to fix that
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Jucey J💙🖤
bae
answer yo phone
why u still ignoring me huh?
stop declining my calls and pick up
i'm sorry damn
"She childish as hell" Jey shook his head as his numerous attempts to reach you failed. You weren't trying to talk to him in any capacity after the heated argument that took place, though it did happen last night. In typical petty fashion, maybe a tad bit over-dramatic, you stayed in your feelings the entire day over it. Not even wanting to look at his face which motivated you to get out early in the morning, and be absent from home ever since. And just to add insult to injury, you subbed him on ig & twitter.
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"Why women always do that?" he grumbled, not understanding the logic of alluding to personal relationship issues, to random folks on social media. These people love to speculate and gossip.
Jucey J💙🖤
You can't talk to me but you can sub me?
I told you bout that y/n, stop playin wit me
shit aint cute
you gotta step through dis door at some point
and imma get you
have yo ass cripple
Meanwhile you rolled your eyes at every incoming text, wanting so badly to curse him out, with fingers inching to rapidly type out the longest paragraph known to man.
"Girl just talk to that man and stop being petty" your bestie Shawna encouraged, as you and some others ate dinner in a restaurant. Whenever you fell out with Jey you immediately ran into the arms of your girls to clear your mind, and receive unsolicited advice in the process.
"Nah I'm good" you dismissed the thought, taking a sip from your drink as she sucked her teeth.
"So you just gon run away every time yall go at it?" she asked in disbelief as you shot her a glare.
"Maybe? It's better than arguing cause I can't get shit through his big ass head" you casually shrugged.
Kiara chimed in sarcastically from across the table, "hmm, sounds familiar" a snicker from the girls followed as you huffed dramatically.
"Sis you really be holdin' grudges tho, I feel like you be doin' this on purpose to get dicked down later" Shawna noted making your eyes roll in response.
"Yea I'm making him do & say stupid shit to piss me off so we can fuck like animals after, I'mma stop telling yall stuff" you muttered smartly, seemingly over this accountability session.
"Please do" Yara joked with a chuckle.
Shawna squinted her eyes, "bitch you got mad because he gave a fan his shirt."
"Okay?! he aint have to do that, giving fan service to these hoes aint apart of his job description" you got defensive. "Plus he does other shit, like being mad flirty with bitches."
"That boy ain leaving you tho y/n, you gotta stop being insecure and trust him."
"I dooo" you quickly retorted with a whine as your phone dinged multiple times signaling a barrage of texts.
"Bet that's him now aint it?" Shawna questioned with pursed lips. You ignored her and checked your phone to see it was in fact Jey messaging some more.
Jucey J💙🖤
ion like you not speakin to me baby fr, shit hurtin me
bout to go lookin for yo ass
wya?
Finally deciding to give him a reply you typed out one and sent it, satisfying his ache for the moment.
with my girls eating, stop whining
Jucey J💙🖤
where?
You
dont worry about it
Jucey J💙🖤
alr bet
You kissed your teeth at the vague response, placing your phone down on the table and reengaging in the new conversation.
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You and the other ladies were coming out the restaurant when you spotted Jey, leaning against his car with arms crossed, a mug plastered across his face.
"Ooooh" Shawna instigated quietly as yall got closer, "hey Jey!" the girls chirped simultaneously as he gave a head nod, still zoned in on you. All of them then dispersed to their respective rides as you stood in front of your man with features softened into a pout.
"Don't give me dat look" Jey said firmly as he pushed off the vehicle and stepped up to your shorter frame. "Where all that mouth at now?" the depth of his voice possessed a bass that had you shriveling up before him. "Huh?" he snarled through tight lips, "talk dat shit now y/n, you betta speak up cause you not gon have no vocal chords later."
Your heart spiked at the threat, for certain he was gonna wear you out till you couldn't formulate words from a sore throat.
Hell that seemed like a good time to you.
With lips barely parted, you spoke in a hushed tone under his intimidating presence, "how you find me here?"
"Ain no snitch" he replied simply. Had to be one of the girls, they rooted hard for your relationship when you sometimes didn't.
"Get in" he made a nod towards the passenger side where you started, feeling a sharp smack to the ass making you jerk. As the both of you got in and settled, he started up the truck and pulled off. The ride home was silent with tension that swallowed up the space you shared. He occasionally stole glances at you as he drove, getting under your skin as you wished he would keep his eyes on the road.
"What?!" you snapped with mean mug he returned even harsher.
"What the hell wrong witchu huh?" he asked bitterly.
"You Jey, your actions is what the hells wrong with me."
"What you don't trust me? You think I'mma cheat on you? Tell me" he urged as you starred out the window, reluctant to answer.
"Then you do dat shit, close up on me, ignore my texts, my calls, act like I'm not yo man—"
Your head snapped towards him, raising your voice, "you act like I'm not your girl!!"
"Cause I interact wit fans?? Be forreal y/n, my mama and you the only women that matter in my life, on me. I'm not throwin' dat away for no groupies" he spoke whole-heartily as you registered his words. Your sulking returned as you mumbled, "can you at least acknowledge my feelings?"
"I can baby, can you express em better?" he asked, pulling into the driveway and parking.
"I can" you nod.
"And no more of dat social media shit either, people too nosy as it is" he added on while unbuckling his seat-belt, and as did you with an, "ok daddy."
He scoffed at the delicate voice and politeness of your tone, too late for that. "Tryna be nice now, I'mma still tear dat ass up, c'mon."
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vscabarca · 18 days
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photographer - pablo gavi
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summary: gavi has a crush on the club‘s photographer, but he‘s afraid you don‘t speak spanish.
genre: fluff
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Sitting on the couch with the phone in your hands, you scrolled through old pictures, smiling at all the beautiful moments you’ve experienced over the years. Giggling, you turned your head towards your boyfriend, gavi.
He was watching a random football game when he turned his head and shifted his attention to you.
„what‘s so funny hermosa?“ he asked, stroking your legs which were draped over his lap.
„i just found the picture i took of you when we first met.“ you snickered, making gavi turn his head in embarrassment.
„amor, this is so embarrassing.“ He groaned.
„no it was cute! It just makes me laugh that you told me you were too shy to speak english.“ you replied, shuffling closer to him and put you head on his chest.
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„¿quién es?“ gavi asked fermin, trying to sound unbothered by your presence.
„who?“ fermin asked, not really understanding what his friend was saying.
„who is the new photographer? i’ve never seen her before.“ he tilted his head towards you, who recently started working as a club photographer. you were twenty, moving from England to Spain, pursuing your dream in sports photography. Pure coincidence led you to this job, now taking pictures of sweaty footballers every day. Couldn’t be better right?!
„ay Pablito likes the new photographer huh?“ fermin nudged him, earning a smack from his friend.
„OW!“
gavi wouldn’t tell anyone for the first few weeks but he found you very cute. During his trainings he glanced over to you sometimes, seeing you do your job and take pictures for the official FC Barcelona account.
After one particular fun practice, he walked back with Ansu to the locker room. On his way back, you stood on the sidelines, encouraging the players to pose for a post-practice picture.
It was the first time he heard your voice, a british accent coming through.
„smile!“ you asked kindly when ansu and gavi walked past. Both flashed you a smile, making your lips turn upwards too.
After the „click“ sound, you glanced back up, holding eye contact with gavi for a few seconds. As the two players disappeared into the tunnel, you couldn’t help but blush at the thought of the nineteen year old.
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@fcbarcelona: training done🫡 ✅
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„just ask her out after practice hermano!“ pedri urged gavi but he just shook his head resolutely.
pedri found out about his little crush not much later. gavi wasn’t the best at keeping things to himself, he just couldn’t keep secrets.
„hermano, I can’t speak english!“ he spoke frustrated after hearing you talk with a british accent.
pedri just laughed out loud, his head flying back as he clutched onto his chest.
„bro, be serious I bet she can speak spanish. At least a bit. You can speak english too!“ pedri argued, encouraging his younger friend to make a move.
„Have you ever heard me speak english? I sound stupid with my accent!“ gavi just waved him off, getting into a shower to clear his mind.
It has been a week later and gavi still didn’t talk to you. His heartache grew stronger over time, seeing you everyday engrossed in your work made him weak. Little did he know, you had your focus more on gavi than on any other player, snapping some good pictures of him during practice.
The next day, gavi came home late, deciding to ask you out the day after. Stressed as he was, he downloaded Duolingo to do about three exercises before he grew even more stressed and deleted the app again.
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tying his boots, he received a crash course from ansu. he could speak english quite well in contrast to gavi.
mid-sentence he shot up, glaring at his friend.
„how do you know I have a crush on the photographer?“ he asked bewildered as he saw ansus smirk on his lips.
„almost the whole team knows, don’t tell pedri your secrets pablito.“
he was fuming but walked off earning funny faces from his teammates.
you were doing your job like always, trying to get some good shots when gavi walked in front of the lens, doing a silly pose.
you glanced up from the camera, blushing as you saw gavi smiling at you.
„did you get a good shot?“ he asked rather shy, his thick spanish accent coming through.
„yeah. not really hard when you’re the model.“ you chuckled, seeing Gavis lips curl up into a smile at your words.
„could be the other way around too, you know?“
your heart fluttered after hearing the footballers words, a blush creeping up your face.
„i‘m gavi by the way.“
you just laughed, seeing the puzzled expression on the boy’s face.
„i know who you are, silly. I‘m Y/n.“ you said, feeling much more comfortable now after seeing how nice gavi actually was.
he relaxed too, feeling a good connection between the two of you.
„so, i‘ve seen you around for some time now and thought you were really cute. is there a chance to get to know you better?“ gavi asked, before seeing his teammates walk onto the pitch alongside xavi.
„yes of course. i could give you my number.“ you offered and placed the camera down next to you.
„Sería perfecto.“ Gavi answered, forgetting you didn‘t speak Spanish.
„my english isn’t the best, i mix it up sometimes.“ He said and scratched the back of his head.
„don’t worry, your english is perfect. I‘m the one who should learn spanish!“
He smiled softly at you when you scribbled your number on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
„gavi! come here!“ xavi shouted, interrupting the cute moment between you two.
gavi glanced over his shoulder, seeing the whole team staring at you.
„go, or else xavi will kill me for talking to his beloved youngster.“ you chuckled as Gavi laughed at your joke, pulling you in a short hug.
„see you around. i‘ll text you.“ he spoke, already running to the group before he earned a slap on his head from pedri. fermin basically jumped onto his back as he told them what the two of them were talking about.
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„if you didn’t speak English that day, i probably wouldn’t sit on your lap right now, don’t you think?“ you asked and put your hands around his neck, pulling gavi closer to you.
He just smirked cockily, pulling you into a sweet kiss and mumbled a quiet „mhmm“.
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corroded-hellfire · 10 months
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OMG Wait for thé As You Wish baby Eliza idea fics I was thinking about something like this: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRTyDcC5/
All of the Munson family is on the floor lined up and cooing at baby Eliza to crawl/walk towards one of them to see who she favors more.
Eliza Munson is now an obsession of mine. I love her almost as much as Eddie does. @munson-blurbs and I had so much fun (as we always do together) writing this and having the little Munson family get weird and have fun 🩷
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[As You Wish masterlist]
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“Come on, Eliza,” Luke says with a sigh. He pulls out the chair next to her highchair and plops down in it. “Why won’t she just eat it?”
“Would you want to eat strained peas?” Ryan asks, brandishing the label on the baby food jar at his little brother. “It probably tastes worse than normal peas.”
Luke hops up and dips his pinky into the jar. He sticks it in his mouth and immediately pulls it right back out. His face scrunches up in repulsion and he makes a gagging sound. ���Yep. Definitely worse.”
“Don’t make that face in front of her!” Ryan chides. “She’ll never want to eat it!”
But the little giggles from the highchair have both boys turning to look at their sister. Her big eyes are focused on Luke as he makes his face of disgust. 
“You think that’s funny, huh?” Luke says, leaning in towards the nine-month-old. “You like when I make silly faces?” He puckers his lips together like a fish, which has Eliza giggling even harder. “You love me so much, don’t you?” Luke swore he’d never cave in and use the baby-talk voice that everyone else uses with his sister, but that didn’t last very long. Now he uses it almost every time he talks to her. 
“All right, Eliza,” Ryan says, bringing a small spoonful of the unappetizing green baby food up towards her lips. “You gonna have some food now? Have some yummy lunch?”
“Don’t lie to her,” Luke says, making Ryan roll his eyes. 
“Don’t listen to him,” Ryan tells the baby. “Gonna open up? Yeah, there you go.” Eliza holds her tiny mouth open long enough for Ryan to feed her the peas. Eliza makes a face at the unpleasant taste on her tongue and smacks her lips together a few times, but she doesn’t spit it out. 
“Yes!” Ryan cheers. “I did it! I got her to eat her vegetables.”
“Well, yeah,” Luke says with a scoff. “Because I made her laugh.”
“She laughs at anything. The other day, I unzipped my coat and she laughed so hard that she farted,” Ryan retorts, bringing another small spoonful of peas to his sister’s lips. 
Luke pouts, sticking his tongue out at Ryan. “You’re just jealous because I’m obviously her favorite.”
“Ha! In your dreams.”
“Wanna bet?”
That’s how you and Eddie find your three children sprawled out on the family room floor. Luke and Ryan are on one side, and Eliza’s on the other. 
“C’mon! Come over here!” Ryan calls out, motioning the baby towards him. “You can do it, Eliza!”
“Do I even wanna know what you two are up to?” Eddie asks, smirking at the boys. 
“Trying to see which one of us is her favorite,” Luke casually replies, as though this is a normal occurrence. 
“Ah, well, at least you’re not training her for some sort of horse racing thing with babies,” Eddie laughs, scratching at the stubble on his chin. “Anyway, don’t worry about who her favorite is.”
“She loves us equally,” you remind them with a patient smile. 
But Eddie rolls his eyes playfully. “Uh, no. I was gonna say that they don’t need to worry about it because I’m clearly the favorite.”
“Ha!” you bark out. “Remember whose body housed her for nine months and produced food for her. I literally gave her life. Therefore, I should be the favorite.”
“You should be,” Eddie says, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes, “however, you’ve neglected to account for the fact that she’s a total daddy’s girl.”
Ryan’s next to speak up. “Well, I’m the one who named her. If you left it up to Luke, we’d be calling her Squidward.”
“Only if she was a boy!” Luke protests. “Besides, I make her laugh the most. She knows I’m funny, so I’m her favorite.”
Eddie turns to you. “I think there’s only one way to settle this,” he says with a shrug. 
“I think so,” you agree. Turning towards the boys, you motion for them to scoot down so that you can get down on the floor next to them. Eddie scoops up Eliza from where she’d wandered over towards the toy box in the corner of the room. He straightens the tiny black Metallica shirt she’s wearing and sits her down in the middle of the room. 
“Here we go,” he says, pressing a kiss to her head before coming over to get on the ground next to you. “Okay, on the count of three, everyone start calling for her. Ready? One, two, three.”
“Come on, baby!” you call, making grabby hands for your daughter.
“Eliza! C’mere to Daddy, baby girl!”
“Hey, hey, Eliza!” Luke coos. “Over here!”
“You know you love your big brother Ryan! Come here!”
Eliza stays seated in her spot, her eyes roaming over her four family members, wondering what in the hell they are doing. She’s seen some weird things in her nine months, but never this. 
“Luke, stop making funny faces. You’re distracting her!” Ryan says.
“I’m trying to get her to come over here!” he responds. 
The baby finally pushes herself into a crawling position and starts to move. The four older family members practically hold their breath as they wait to see in what direction she’s headed. Eliza veers to the right, headed towards Eddie. Her father lets out an evil, triumphant laugh and grins as she gets closer. 
“That’s right, baby. Show them Daddy is your favorite.” But then her movements pause, and Eliza begins to head towards her mother.
“Yes!” you say, encouragingly. “That’s my sweet girl!” You shoot a smirk over your shoulder at Eddie. “You were saying?” 
Eliza starts crawling towards you, but Ryan starts drumming his hands against the carpet and that catches her attention. Her course once again changes, and she heads towards her brothers.
“No!” you say. “Don’t betray me! My only daughter!”
“Uh, mine too, ya know,” Eddie says from the other side of you. “Eliza, remember who always sings you to sleep.” He launches into the chorus of “Enter Sandman,” headbanging while the little girl giggles. 
Your heart sinks as Eliza starts towards him, but she immediately stops crawling when she hears the knock at the door and sits back on her diaper-padded bottom. 
“That must be Wayne,” Eddie says. He’d invited him over for dinner, and the older man never turns down an opportunity to see his grandkids. “Come in!” he calls out, not moving from his spot on the floor. 
The doorknob twists as Wayne enters, heavy-footed in steel-toed boots. His gaze is drawn immediately to the five of you on the floor. 
“What on God’s green Earth did I walk into?”
Luke’s the only one not remotely embarrassed. “Trying to see who Eliza loves the most,” he casually explains. 
Before Wayne can formulate a response, the baby does an about-face and crawls directly to him. She sits at his feet, making grabby hands and whining so he’ll pick her up. 
“Huh,” Wayne says with a grin. “Wouldja look at that.  Seems like Miss Eliza chose me!”
The rest of you groan and grumble, erupting into a chorus of not fairs. 
“Does this mean that Grampa Wayne is her favorite?” Luke asks, unable to hide his envy. 
Wayne laughs, tickling his granddaughter’s feet. “C’mon, you didn’t need a competition to know that!”
Eliza claps her hands together clumsily in agreement. 
“The princess has spoken,” Eddie begrudgingly agrees. A glint of mischief flickers across his deep brown eyes as he looks at his uncle. “Unfortunately, the prize is changing her diaper. And, uh, she’s really been into prunes lately, so…” he claps a hand on Wayne’s back. “Congrats!”
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your-nanas-house · 3 months
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what if the reader is a spy inside the blinders and has been doing a really good job of keeping a secret and just BARELY slips. tommy finds out. is impressed so they hookup like he doesn’t gaf😭
Took me a moment to find a fitting plot, hope you will like it!! 💗
A juicy bad apple
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◇ Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Spy!reader
◇ Warnings: angst, anger, lust, SMUT, denied orgasm, rough sex, Tommy using Y/n's cunt, cold/mean Tommy
◇ Summary: Tommy finds out who the bad apple in his business was
◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Thank you @mrkdvidal1989 for your advice!
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Tommy was sitting at his desk, his head low and his eyes focused on his papers as his hand kept writing down, when Y/n walked in just like he asked her to.
There was silence, she had knocked two times before his low voice allowed her to walk in, his eyes glued on the papers as soon as he glanced at her, moving his hand gesturing her to sit down on the guest chairs.
So she did, she walked carefully there and sat down, as she simply waited to finally know the reason because her boss wanted her there; her eyes kept following his movements even when he simply took a cigarette from its box and placed it between his lips, letting it hang lazily before lighting it to take a few long pulls.
He rested slowly against the chair back, blowing slowly out the smoke in an almost hypnotic way, his eyes finally stopping on her.
"I bet— you know how Peaky Blinders was formed and…after all the time you've worked for us, I bet you know all too well our dynamics and how we deal with things" Tommy started, eyeing her up and down, humming as she nodded to let him continue
"There have been... issues within the Peaky Blinders. We heard word that there may be traitors among us, some who wish to undermine us and cut off our roots— I never thought we'd have moles within our ranks, but it seems there are always a few bad apples and I will see to it personally to weed them out" he continued, his eyes staring intently at Y/n who was looking back at him, listening at every word he was saying
"After all....family is important, and it is what we are built on. Family means everything, eh".
Thomas words kept swirling inside of Y/n's head, she knew that she was hiding something and she had this bad feeling that kept telling her than Thomas knew it too, she didn't had proofs so she had to keep her act going and don't break under his icy stare.
"I'm not sure why you are talking with me about this, Mr Shelby" Y/n replied, watching him blow out the smoke from his nostrils before replying with a teasing smirk on his handsome face
"why not?" he simply said, getting carefully up to be able to stand now in front of his desk and lean against it, his eyes never leaving her.
Tommy could clearly see the tension in her body, which betrayed her for a split moment, before she managed to hide it behind her mask again, her jaw tightly closed.
When he opened his mouth again, his tone was low, almost teasing but still firm and dominant
"Is there something you want to tell me, luv. Perhaps something you've been keeping from me? Or maybe you are indeed as innocent as you seem, eh?" the gangster murmured the last part as he approached her sitting form, allowing his hand to grip her chin softly, stroking in slow motions her skin
"I don't know what you're talking about, sir—" Y/n quickly replied, playing dumb, making Tommy smirk, a hint of amusement in his icy cold eyes.
He moved slowly away, circling her as if he was a predator and she was his prey, his hands caressing the fabric of the chair Y/n was sitting on
"Your eyes betray you, luv" he simply said, causing a reaction out of Y/n who was more than aware of her leak of ability of hiding her emotion from her eyes.
She quickly got up, attempting to leave the room after whispering under her breath "Fuck—" Thomas reflects where faster though, his rough hand grabbed her shoulder pulling her in a sitting position again, there wasn't anger in his eyes but more like amusement.
Not that Y/n could know since he was standing behind her.
"Where do you think you're going?" his voice brushed her ear shell, making her body go still in fear
"Mr Shelby—" she tried, her heart beating fast against her chest, if there was someone she didn't want to face it was Thomas Shelby.
His grip on her shoulder tightened a bit, making her flinch, his breath was warm against the back of her neck and his voice got lower sending shivers down her spine
"Let me ask you a question, luv...Are you my little problem? The bad apple I need to take care of?" he asked softly, knowing already the answer for his question, which didn't came since Y/n was too afraid to say it out loud, fearing the consequences of her actions.
Thomas made her stand up as he continued to surround her while he walked, his eyes staying on her body and face the whole time, his breath getting heavier while his mind wandered at taboo scenarios
"You know what we usually say?" he murmured, standing again behind her, taking a step forward so that their bodies were pressed together and she could feel something poking her from behind— probably his gun she thought.
"Don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders" Tommy replied to his own question, his breath getting heavier against the back of her neck
"Guess that we can make an exception, eh" he murmured with a raspy voice, pushing her down on his desk, her face pressed hard just like her body against the wooden surface
"It's yer lucky day, luv. You really impressed me with your antics and it would be really a waste to get ride of a pretty face like yours, am I right?" he murmured as he unbuckled his pants, doing a quick job to open them and free his leaking cock.
The tension in the room was palpable, Tommy hunger was nearly suffocating while Y/n fear started to turn into arousal.
A small whimper left Y/n's mouth as soon as Tommy pushed her back down after she tried to peak at what he was doing, earning a harsh slap on her ass
"I really feel like rewarding you, luv, after all you have done for us even if you were working for someone else— but I have to punish you too, can't leave yer go like this without doing anything, right? I have a reputation after all" he murmured in her ear as he worked on her skirt and underwear, pulling them both down to expose her sex to him.
The young woman let out a small whimper, taking a deep breath at the sound of Tommy using his big hand to pump his hard cock a couple of time, opening her pussy with his thick fingers before spitting on it so that he could now thrust his leaking cock inside
"You like this deal? You take the punishment and I keep an eye on you but you can keep working for us, or better for me now on, luv. Yes?" he asked, rubbing the tip of his cock against her folds, lining it with her entrance— thrusting only in when she agreed.
His thrust was rough and harsh, just like the other ones that came after it— he was holding her hips as he kept fucking her with no care, ignoring her whimpers and whines, just focusing on reaching his own peak.
"So fucking tight, luv" he praised between clenched teeth, pulling nearly out completely before thrusting back in, letting all his frustration and anger leave his whole body like that.
"Fuck— Taking me so well" he murmured again, biting harshly the skin of her shoulder blade as he continued to thrust, reaching slowly his climax.
His breath getting heavier and heavier as more moan and grunts left his mouth till he finally pulled out to stroke it and shoot his load on her back with a long sigh of pleasure, his body shaking and finally relaxing.
Thomas caught his breath before slapping her right ass cheek to make her move from his desk, fixing his pants before sitting back at on his chair, ready to continue with his work
"Go clean yourself, I will expect you tomorrow in my office at the same time".
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mountsluvrr · 4 months
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Hi besties!
I’m nervous and excited to share this with you all, mainly because this is my first work I’m sharing so I don’t know how to feel right now. This chapter alone might be a mix of emotions. I don’t know if it’s happening too fast or too slow but I’m excited to know what you think of it.
This chapter was originally 11.3k words like I said but I wanted there to be more chapters so I shortened it, but I think it’s still quite long and another reason I shortened it is because i thought it was happening too fast so I wanted to leave it on some sort of suspense ☺️
For now let’s get on with chapter one 🥰
If you enjoyed reading it please leave feedback it will mean the world if you did 🤎
LOVE GAME MASTERLIST
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LOVE GAME
C H A P T E R O N E
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Themes: Angst/Fluff/Sexual Tones
Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader
Word Count: 6.7k words
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——————————M O U N T S L U V R R————————————
It was games night in the bar tonight, Y/N was playing darts and really wanted to win. Her counterpart who, by the way, was none other than her best friend, who was convinced he was going to win. He already had a massive grin on his face that he tried to distract Y/N with.
‘Mason, just give it up already. We both know that I will win.’ Y/N who now also grinned which Mason’s eyes now set on her grin not focusing as steps to the side of him. His focus is now lost and doesn’t get the points he needed to win.
‘Ha! Loser!’ She shouted happily and clapped her hands enthusiastically.
‘No that’s unfair.’ Mason went back to seat, leaned back and ran his hand through his hair stressed.
‘How exactly?’ Y/N leaned forward and reached for the straw of her drink, her eyes not leaving Mason’s.
‘You know what I’m talking about Missy. You distracted me.’ Mason’s mischievous grin wasn’t hard to miss.
‘You’re not the only one who can wrap people around their finger like a charm, Mase.’
‘Pretty confident for someone who has been single for years.’ The Man United midfielder just laughed because of the outraged facial expression of his best friend, but of course she didn’t let this go.
‘You know, Mase, I’m just not so desperate to take any guy, he needs to be a certain type for me to choose him.’ She raised her left eyebrow while looking at Mason with a challenging expression.
‘That sounds pretty much like wishful thinking, sure that you’re not just too incapable of convincing men of yourself?’ Mason laughed while reaching for his drink.
It’s like the two had forgotten they were in a bar. Even the loud music and entertainment of other guests had drowned out in the background. The two were in their own world.
‘I’m pretty sure I could do it, Mase.’ Y/N scrunched her nose at Mason’s words.
‘Maybe with men who have also been single for years and are just waiting to be able to tow a woman.’ Mason poked his tongue in his cheek waiting for a reply back and by the facial expression on your face he knows his best friend is going to be witty about it. He can see it coming.
‘So with you?’ Y/N couldn’t resist a witty remark against Mason. She knew he was waiting for it. Although Mason hadn’t been single for quite that long, he had also hadn’t had a committed relationship with someone for several months - not including his many dates and one night stands.
‘Maybe,’ he replied with a mischievous grin before he continued to sip his drink.
As a result, a comfortable silence came amongst the two best friends, devoted themselves to their alcoholic beverages and let their eyes cross a few times.
‘Okay, how about a bet?’ Mason suddenly asked after his glass got empty.
‘A bet?’ Y/N asked curiously.
‘Yes.’ Mason seemed to be enthusiastic about his idea, at least that could be taken from his radiant face.
‘I’m listening,’ Y/N leans forward excitedly looking at her best friend wanting to know what his idea is.
‘Since you’re so confident, I bet you that you can’t get any of my teammates to fall in love with you.’ Mason had deliberately chosen his teammates, knowing that it would be a difficult challenge for Y/N. He thought smartly about this.
‘So it can be any one of your teammates?’ Y/N felt the trill in her. Seducing a footballer didn’t exactly sound like a bad idea, in her mind she could think of worse people. She was already afraid that Mason was going to choose a drunk person from the bar they were in.
‘Read my lips. Any. One. Of. My. Teammates.’ Mason confirmed exaggeratedly, which made Y/N grin confidently. ‘And what are you doing in the mean time?’ She asked, looking at Mason.
‘Oh, me? I’m going to watch you lose,’ he winked, running his hand through his stubble. He was so sure that Y/N was going to lose this bet.
Y/N rolled her eyes at Mason’s cockiness. Of course Mason just wanted to sit back and watch the whole thing in peace. ‘Lazy arse’ she thought to herself, smiling slightly at her own thought. ‘If I win, you have to pay for my next holiday.’
‘Anything else?’ Mason asked, expecting more from the girl.
‘Which you have to come along with me.’ She added. Mason and Y/N have wanted to go on holiday together for ages but because of Mason’s busy schedule they couldn’t do more than a weekend away. Mason nodded in agreement and thought what he would want if his best friend lost the bet?
‘If you lose, you have to finally admit you’re into me,’ Mason said with a laugh. ‘We also have to go on a date together.’
‘I’m not into you, Mason Mount.’ Y/N twisted her face disgustingly.
The thought of them two being anything more than friends was an uncomfortable thought in Y/N’s mind though it did make her think if Mason saw her in a different way? She pushed it to the back of her mind for now. Y/N had a bet to win.
‘Since I’m going to win anyway, let’s shake on it. I can’t not throw this opportunity away.’
‘We’ll see darling,’ Mason stretched his hand out to Y/N’s so they could shake on it.
‘Bring it on.’
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Y/N was extremely hungover the next morning which however she wasn’t surprised by as her and Mason didn’t drink lightly so this was bound to happen. This wouldn’t have been a problem if her body could handle it, but it doesn’t so she’d have to deal with the consequences.
She ran down into the kitchen where her little sister, Georgia sat and comfortably ate her cereal. She critically looked up and down at her older sister while continued to spoon her milk.
Y/N and Georgia had lived together, they hadn’t always got on but I guess some could say they were good friends when it suited them. Nevertheless they knew no matter what happens where always be there for each other if they ever needed it.
‘You look like absolute shit!’ Georgia let her older sister know and, of course, couldn’t resist the grin when Y/N gave her an annoyed look.
She couldn’t be arsed with her shit this morning.
‘Has Mason been a bad influence on you again?’ Georgia asked, raising her eyebrows with interest. It was no secret that she couldn’t stand Mason. She thought he was an idiot who couldn’t do anything but play football and that occasionally too, get woman in bed and encourage the crazy ideas Y/N had.
‘They were both stupid as each other’ her younger sister thought.
‘Save your comments, that will make both of our mornings pleasant.’ Y/N was desperately looking for painkillers that she couldn’t find. Her head was pounding at this very second and her sister’s comments weren’t helping.
‘What are you looking for? Your common sense?’ Georgia commented on everything which wasn’t needed at all. ‘Yeah that left when you became friends with Mason.’
Y/N sighed annoyedly, then had to hold her head, with pain distorted on her face, and tried to refrain from insulting her sister.
‘Gee can you shut up for a second and can you at least tell me where the painkillers are,’ Y/N managed to get out.
Georgia was thinking of a remark but saw her sister was in pain so she briefly thought where they could be but she had no idea either.
‘Wait, didn’t you finish them the other day?’
‘Oh shit, yes, that’s right! Damn it!’ She slammed her hand down on the kitchen counter. Y/N clearly had forgotten to buy a new packet of painkillers, even though she struggled with headaches almost weekly- not because of alcohol, because she didn’t drink often, but simply because her head wanted to torture her.
‘Go to Mason, he’ll certainly have some.’ Georgia couldn’t help but say with a mischievous grin.
‘Good idea, but he comes here. I can’t drive to him like this.’ Y/N was on her way back to her room when her sister called after her in panic.
Y/N would’ve gone out to get some painkillers but her head felt too heavy to drive around. She was thinking the worst, so she decided to call Mason to see if he’s got any.
‘Nooo! Please don’t get him to come here. In fact I was just going out to get you some.’ Georgia rushed out of her seat but sat back down when she heard her sister ringing Mason.
Y/N only did it to provoke her sister. But he didn’t answer by her surprise he rang back a few seconds later.
‘Are you missing me or like why do you have to pull me out of my sleep?’ Mason’s voice was deeper and above all, rougher than usual, - quite sleepy, to be exact. Which it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out as she did wake him up with her phone call.
Mason was never one to be a morning person and she knew that, but she needed to know if he had painkillers. She wasn’t trying to be dramatic but she felt like someone was bashing a hammer on her head multiple times. She was desperate for them.
‘Do you have any painkillers?’ Y/N asked directly, without answering his question.
‘I think so, hold up let me check.’ It was evident as a bird that Mason was torturing himself to get out of bed to see if he has any painkillers but he’d do it for Y/N. ‘Yep, I’ll bring it you in less than five but only if I can have coffee at yours. I need it today.’
Y/N thanked him several times and promised him as much coffee as he wanted.
Almost fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang, as Y/N meanwhile, had remained in bed, after all her headaches when lying down weren’t as bad. It took a while until she opened the door to Mason. Georgia was obviously not going to open it.
Mason looked pretty sleepy. His hair was a mess and his dark circles couldn’t be overlooked either. Nevertheless he had gone out of his way to get croissants.
‘Did you seriously go to Greggs like that?’ Y/N had to stop herself from laughing.
‘I just had my hood up, better that way as no one recognised me.’ Mason let her know and entered her flat. He then gave Y/N the painkillers she was desperately dying for and then went to the kitchen to make a coffee.
‘Good morning, Gee,’ Mason greeted Y/N’s sister, who was still sitting there and probably munched the fifth portion of cereal down her.
‘Don’t call me that. How many times do I have to tell you? Nobody wants you here.’ She twisted her face in disgust as she saw Mason. He obviously knew she wasn’t a big fan of him so to push her buttons he called her ‘Gee’ just to annoy her as she only wanted people she’s close to her call her by that nickname.
‘I’m sure your sister is very happy about me being here.’ He said, matching her tone, with a grin he looked at Y/N, who was just washing down the tablet with a glass of water.
Georgia shook her head annoyedly and wanted to pour milk over Mason’s head so that his stupid grin would disappear from his face.
‘Do you even remember last night?’ Mason asked Y/N, who now got a little more colour on her face again as she had woken up completely pale.
‘Oh my god?! If anything is said which I don’t need to hear, then-’ Georgia had a disgusting look on her face, at the thought of them two sleeping together.
‘Don’t be such a child,’ Mason interrupted Georgia, ‘But to keep you calm, no we didn’t do anything. I wouldn’t go down that route with her.’
Mason didn’t mean that in a bad way, he saw Y/N like a sister so the thought of that made him feel uncomfortable.
‘Why did you instigate it like that then?’ Georgia moaned and looked at her sister reproachfully.
‘You just have a dirty mind.’ Mason said looking at Georgia, which made Y/N laugh, which meant that the tablets had kicked in almost straight away.
Georgia muttered ‘whatever’ under her breath and tried to ignore Mason for the time being he was there for.
‘So, do you remember the bet?’ Mason turned to Y/N, who completely forgot about it until it was mentioned just now.
‘You know it’s too late to back down now darling.’ Mason teased, when he saw the surprised look on her face.
‘I wasn’t going to back down anyways,’ she asserted.
‘Good,’ he answered. ‘And who will be your first victim?’ He looked at Y/N eagerly, who then started into space as she thought about it.
‘How about Jadon Sancho? He’s my type after all.’ Y/N began to grin while her younger sister tried to understand what the two were talking about.
‘Oh God, that was so clear.’ Mason rolled his eyes. Like every other woman, his best friend seemed to have some feelings for his teammate. ‘By the way, he’s not hot at all. He has the exact same body temperature as me,’ he murmured and sipped his coffee.
She laughed at her best friends stupidity
-
Ever since Mason reminded Y/N of the bet, she thought of ways to get to the players. For the first time, she wanted to watch Mason train. Normally when Mason asked she’d shut it down right away. But of course, this wasn’t a visit to see Mason train, this was more of a way to get to see the other players and maybe get a chance to speak to them.
Her eyes were on Jadon for now.
She decided to ask her bestie Leigh, and tried sugarcoating it because she hates anything to do with football, she thinks it’s a waste of time. Weirdly enough she was good friends with Mason too, he’s the only footballer Leigh could tolerate.
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Y/N and Leigh have been friends since they were toddlers, their mums were best friends and they passed it on to their children, apart from Mason, Leigh was the only one who knew everything about her.
Since neither her best friend, Leigh nor her sister, Georgia wanted to accompany her, the twenty three year old had to make her own way to the training ground. Y/N knew that she had to make sure that it was public training, otherwise most likely she wouldn’t be allowed in. She knew Ten Hag’s rules were quite strict.
Everything seemed to be going well according to her plan, when she walked into the training ground she couldn’t resist a grin when she spotted Mason. He stared at her confused, but then he realised her broad and telling grin, which is why he rolled his eyes and continued to follow his coach’s instructions.
‘What are you doing here?’ He asked after Ten Hag finished the training session as immediately ran to his best friend.
‘What happened to hello, how’s my favourite person doing?’ You grinned as you spoke sarcastically and Mason just shook his head.
‘If you think you can win Jadon’s heart here, I’m sorry. He probably thinks you are a fan.’ Now it was Mason’s turn to grin, but soon disappeared when he saw Jadon make his way to the two of you.
‘Are you trying to chat up fans then, Mase?’ Jadon joked and then laughed at his own words.
‘I’m Y/N.’ she introduced herself and extended her hand to him. ‘Mason’s best friend, who’s much cooler than him.’
Jadon laughed and returned her gesture.
‘I believe you,’ Jadon grinned and nudged his teammate, who looked annoyed.
‘I’m laughing, you’re so funny.’ Mason rolled his eyes and deciding to go to take photos with the fans that were waiting.
He hoped that Jadon would go too, but he didn't even think about it. He leaned against the railing, and started talking to you.
‘So you're Mason's best friend he talks about?’ Jadon looked at Y/N with interest, then stuck with his gaze at her eyes.
"He talks about me?" Y/N asked confusedly, which made Jadon clear his throat.
‘Nah not really, I was joking.’ Jason shook his head frantically which would have shown that he was lying about this in the first place. He thought she knew Mason talks about her so when she looked confused he quickly shut it down like he said nothing.
Y/N nodded along with Jadon, but now he was in front of her, she had no idea what to do. She couldn’t immediately ask for his number or to go on a date, that would just make her sound desperate.
In Y/N’s luck however Jadon took this thought away from her when he started talking.
‘So I’m having a house party in two weeks time,’ Jadon did not detach his gaze from her, ‘if you want you can also come. I’m sure Mason would be delighted to bring you along.’ He smiled gently.
‘That’s sounds good. I’ll be there.’
Jadon then said goodbye to Y/N, which gave Y/N the opportunity to take a deep breath she had been holding in. That was easier than expected, which is why she left the training ground with a confident grin.
‘Where were you?’ Georgia screamed through the entire flat shortly after Y/N unlocked the door.
‘Since when did you become my mum?’ Y/N shouted back, but there was no answer.
Y/N just shook her head in annoyance when she walked through the flat to see the kitchen a mess. Typical, she thought.
‘I’m going to have a shower now!’ She thought she’d let her little sister know before she starts asking questions again, but again there was no response. She rolled her eyes at her sister’s attitude.
Under the hot water, Y/N felt like she was able to relax again. That feeling only lasted for a few minutes until she heard the doorbell ring.
Then she heard her sister walking through the apartment, but then there was silence.
Curiously, Y/N got out of the shower and quickly put a robe on before she went out to the living room, with drenched hair, to see who was at the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so she thought it was one of Georgia’s’ friends.
‘Oh hello, wasn’t expecting you.’ As soon as Y/N stepped into the living room, she saw Mason, whose facial expression turned into a broad grin when he saw Y/N standing in front of him.
‘I hope you have something on underneath.’ He pointed his finger at her robe.
‘Well, you’ll never find out, Mase.’ She emphasised his name extra strongly. ‘So what are you doing here?’
‘To tell you I’m not going to take you to Jadon’s party.’ Mason had a mischievous grin on his face, which made you narrow your eyes.
‘That’s not fair, Mason. You’re just afraid of losing.’
‘No, I’m just not going to make it easy for you, otherwise it would be boring, wouldn’t it?’ Mason winked before he got up from the sofa and closed the gap between you both. ‘And we both know I don’t do boring.’ He whispered and left without saying goodbye.
Y/N stood, holding her robe with her crossed arms across her chest. She felt a little overwhelmed in her own living room, while her drenched hair left small puddles on the floor.
She didn’t know why Mason was making her feel like this?
-
Days had passed and Y/N thought on how she would go to the party, despite Mason saying he wouldn’t take her with him, she didn’t have an address or time. Although she had followed Jadon on instagram which she also written a message but he didn’t reply.
So her only hope was Mason, who somehow she had to convince as Mason didn’t want to help her to win. Thats why she thought of a plan that was risky, but could work.
So it happened that Y/N wanted to make her way to Mason’s early in the morning, on the day of the party.
And of course Georgia was looking at her critically as she packed her bag.
‘Do I want to know what you’re up to, or will I end up going to prison as a confidant?’ Georgia had an instinct that Mason was involved in this, which is why she feared the worst.
Y/N just thought she was being dramatic. As always. There’s nothing new there.
‘I’m going to a party later, and I’m getting ready at Mason’s.’ She replied, which wasn’t a lie, after all, that was exactly her plan.
‘Since when have you been going to parties?’ Her younger sister doubting her. Y/N was never really a partygoer, only occasionally she’d go to the bar with her friends, especially Mason.
‘Since today,’ Y/N answered and put her shoes on. If she had known about the bet, she’d never let her sister leave the house. She was younger but always acted older than what she was. When Y/N was finally be able to leave the house without being interrogated by her sister, she drove to Mason’s, who was absolutely clueless about his best friend’s visit.
Arriving at Mason’s house, the first thing Y/N noticed was his car. So she was sure that he was definitely home. With a big grin on her face, and the sports direct bag hanging from her shoulder, she rang his doorbell.
It took a while for him to open the door, because to Y/N’s surprise - although, actually it was expected - Mason came to the door completely sleepy.
‘Did I forget anything?’ He asked confusedly when he saw Y/N standing at his front door and was taken by surprised when she pushed past him to get into his house.
‘No, Mason.’ Now it was Y/N’s turn to smile mischievously.
‘I just want to spend time with my favourite footballer until we get ready together and then go to Jadon’s party. Y/N put her bag down, while Mason still stood there and stared at her with his eyes squinting shut, blinded by the sun that was glaring through the windows.
He then scratched the back of his head and grumbled quietly to himself before going up the stairs.
‘Where are you going?’ Y/N shouted after him confused.
‘Back to my bed,’ Mason replied, without making any effort, to stop. She followed him in a hurry, but when she came to his bedroom he was already in bed, just about to put the duvet on him, until you stopped him from doing so.
‘Stop, you can’t sleep when I’m here.’ Y/N said trying to stop him from sleeping.
‘Wouldn’t be for the first time.’ He lightly said and pulled stronger on the duvet. ‘So you either let me sleep or come and join me?’
‘I’m not going to sleep in your bed,’ she laughed and let go of his beloved duvet.
‘That wouldn’t be for the first time either,’ he murmured and winked at his best friend.
‘Shut up and sleep.’ Y/N left the room after saying that, and Mason closed his eyes with a massive grin on his face.
Almost two hours later, Y/N who had kept herself busy with some TV, Mason came into the living looking refreshed after his sleep.
‘You’re still here,’ he joked. ‘I told you I won’t take you to Jadon’s party.’
Admittedly, Mason was glad that Y/N was still there, but he didn’t want to tell Y/N that.
‘Well, tough luck,’ Y/N answered and kept her eyes on the TV. ‘I won’t leave your side, so you either take me with you or you’ll stay there with me too.’ Y/N said while also giving a cheeky grin, which Mason groaned at.
‘I actually hate you!’ He said, before turning to the open kitchen, to make some breakfast.
‘No, Mase. You love me, I know it!’ She said matching his tone laughing as Mason showed her the middle finger.
A couple of hours later, Mason and Y/N had played a few rounds of FIFA, with Y/N distracting Mason to lose a few times. Mason had started getting ready, which was also a reason for Y/N to start getting ready too.
Fortunately for Y/N, Mason’s house was huge and had a few bathrooms for you to get ready in alone, but you also kept hearing out for him just in case he left without you.
When you were finally done, you went down to the living room, while Mason was already sat on his sofa, waiting for you, his eyes glued to his phone.
He looked up from his phone, and looked at you in awe.
‘Wow,’ he muttered quietly, so Y/N couldn’t hear it before he cleared his throat afterwards. ‘So with that dress you’re wearing, you could’ve just gone in underwear.’ Y/N’s black dress was daring, but it was also enough to make his teammates like her, she at least hoped.
‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ Y/N winked, ‘but for now, Mase. I want to go to the party and win over someone’s heart and also win this bet.’
When the two arrived at Jadon’s house, most people were already there. It was already loud for your liking but you had to get through it if you wanted to win this bet.
‘Well, now you can back down,’ Mason teased his best, who was looking around with big eyes. She was visibly impressed by the house, but also by the number of people who were here.
‘Just leave it, Mason,’ Y/N answered.
‘As you wish.’ Mason shrugged his shoulders and then disappeared, leaving you alone.
‘Y/N!’ Shouted a voice known to her, which made her turn around.
She was looking for exactly him.
‘Hello, Jadon.’ Y/N greeted him.
‘Where did you leave Mason?’ he asked with a smile
‘I don’t know, he must be somewhere here.’ She looked around trying to find Mason, then shrugged her shoulders.
‘Okay I’m going to welcome more people, in the mean time feel free to help yourself to a drink. I’m sure we’ll see each other again today.’ Jadon winked before he went off greeting his other guests. She was a bit disappointed but the night was young after all.
Y/N went into the kitchen, there were some people there which Y/N had never recognised before, but some faces seemed familiar to her. She quickly grabbed a cup and poured something in there which she had no idea what it was, before making her way to the Manchester United players.
‘Hey. Have any of you seen Mason?’ Actually, Y/N wasn’t even looking for Mason, but she found a meaningful way to introduce herself without sounding strange.
She had never met any of the Manchester United players, apart from the international England players, but still didn’t know them enough.
‘I didn’t even know he was here,’ Luke laughed.
‘Yeah, we came together.’ She explained with a smile. ‘I’m Y/N, Mason’s friend.’ She introduced herself to the players she had never met before.
‘So you’re Y/N,’ a brown haired man spoke. ‘What’s going on between you and Mase?’
How did he come up with that idea?
‘Nothing, we’re just friends.’ She said with a hint of annoyance in her voice, and drank whatever was in her cup which made her pull a disgusting face.
What had she poured herself?
‘By the way, I’m Bruno,’ he began, before he introduced his teammates, ‘and this is Garnacho, and obviously you know Marcus and Luke.’
‘Nice to meet you,’ Y/N said with a comforting smile.
‘Should I help you look for Mason. You were looking for him?’ Marcus asked.
‘I don’t wanna disturb him. He might be kissing someone in this room.’ Y/N said with a laugh and what her mind was filled with disgust.
It was Marcus who started laughing, ‘oh come on, you can’t tell me that you two don’t have anything with each other.’ Marcus tightened his eyebrows while trying not to grin too conspicuously.
Y/N turned quite red at the moment.
‘I-’ she began, getting quite nervous and clearing her throat, ‘Never.’
‘Okay,’ Marcus replied with a smile, but what he didn’t tell Y/N was that Mason had told him a lot about Y/N.
The Manchester United players started making conversation, while Y/N was drinking.
But she got along great with the boys, especially with Marcus and Luke. The other two were more reserved.
After a while she said goodbye to them, because she needed the toilet quite urgently, which was no surprise with the amount of alcohol she had drunk. She was still reasonably sober, she only found herself to be a tiny bit tipsy. She was trying readjust her heels when she saw Jadon, who was talking to a friend.
‘Was just coming to find you.’ Y/N said to Jadon and started giggling, ‘you might have to show me where the bathroom is.’
Jadon laughed, said goodbye to his friend and towards the bathroom with Y/N.
‘By the way, this dress looks really good on you.’ Jadon grinned when Y/N shyly smiled at him.
‘Thank you,’ she replied at felt like she was doing something right.
The two had realised that the bathroom was occupied however. Which made Y/N sigh because she needed the toilet desperately, which Jadon also noticed. He took Y/N’s hand and led her to one of the guest bathrooms.
‘Thank you!’ Y/N practically screamed when she saw an empty bathroom.
Jadon just laughed and meanwhile made himself comfortable in the guest bedroom while he waited for Y/N.
-
It didn’t go accordingly to Y/N’s plan, but it didn’t go very wrong either. At least that’s what she thought.
It was somehow foreseeable that she woke up next to Jadon the next morning, he had put his arm firmly around her. When she tried to free herself from his arms, Jadon grumbled quietly, and made no effort to let her go from his grasp.
Y/N sighed softly and stared at the ceiling. What was she actually doing here?
A few more minutes passed and Y/N lost patience and couldn’t help but wake up Jadon, in which she took no consideration doing, and pushed his arm away. Jadon looked quite confused at first before he turned on his back and then ran his hands over his face, then mumbled something which Y/N couldn’t quite understand but from the look on his face she didn’t take any good from it.
‘Good morning to you too,’ said Y/N, which made Jadon look at her. He stared at her for a while without saying anything, and she imagined a slight smile was on his face as she put on her clothes. She would do anything to wear a pair of joggers instead of having to wear this tight dress.
Jadon’s mood changed abruptly. He almost jumped out of bed and mumbled something else to himself which Y/N also didn’t understand.
He also got dressed, who looked like he was panicking. ‘Oh my god. This should have never happened.’ Jadon said in a hurry.
Y/N was now irritated, and looked at him critically. She couldn’t help it. ‘Good to know you regret this.’
Now it was Jadon’s turn to irritated. ‘What? No, I-’ he took a deep breath. ‘This was a one time thing. Please keep this to yourself.’
Y/N looked at him stunned, she wanted to say something but no words were coming out.
‘I’m sorry,’ he murmured and you could see that this had stressed him out quite a bit. But why?
Was it guilty conscious? Did he have a girlfriend? Y/N had so many questions she wanted to ask Jadon, but at the moment she would like to sink into the ground with shame.
‘It’s okay, Jadon.’ Y/N replied quietly. ‘I think it’s better if I go now.’ Y/N turned around and walked rapidly to the door until she realised it was locked which Jadon rushed to her and unlocked the door, looking into each others eyes for a moment before Y/N left the room and then the house.
As soon as she was outside, the cold air came towards her. Maybe she should’ve ordered a taxi before she left the house. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment of peace. She went through it this morning.
Y/N rummaged through her bag to find her phone and called Leigh. She didn’t need any comments from her sister or Mason‘s stupid grin if he found out that her plan had failed.
‘Hi Leigh, it’s Y/N. I was wondering if you could pick me up?’ Y/N’s voice trembled as well as her body from the cold.
‘Where are you? Leigh straightened up to the background noises.
‘Good question, in front of a house?’ Y/N laughed.
‘Funny,’ commented the brunette. ‘Alright, send me your location and I’ll be on my way.’
As soon as Leigh hung up, Y/N sent her the location and then was able to breathe.
Y/N was pacing up and down the drive, fighting the cold.
A few minutes later, a car stopped on the side of the road. It took Y/N a few moments to realise it was her bestie, Leigh and then hurried into the car.
‘You’re my salvation. A second longer and I would probably would have frozen to death.’ Y/N babbled in a hurry, whereupon Leigh begun to laugh.
‘Talk about being dramatic.’ She looked at Y/N and rolled her eyes sarcastically.
‘How did you end up in this area. Why are you in this area at this time and outfit?’
Leigh started the engine, but waited patiently for answer before driving off.
‘A party.’ Y/N answered avoiding looking at Leigh. ‘Can you please leave from here? I don’t want to stay here any longer.’
Leigh did as ordered but couldn’t help comment.
‘Was the one night stand so bad that you want to get out of here so quickly,’
‘Leigh!!’
‘Okay. I’ll shush.’
‘I don’t believe it, look who’s home,’ of course Georgia greeted her big sister anything but lovingly.
Leigh laughed, because she knew Georgia, she was filled with sarcasm.
‘By the way, you look like shit,’ Georgia added, which Y/N rolled her eyes.
‘I’m going to take a shower,’ Y/N grumbled quietly, she felt anything but clean. After her activity last night this was expected.
While Y/N made her way to the bathroom, Georgia and Leigh waited for her to come back so they could question her.
They both know she takes ages in the ages in the shower so they started chatting about the ideas they had in their head.
‘What? She wasn’t with Mason? Georgia could’ve sworn that she had spent the night with her best friend.
‘I’ve only been to Mason’s once, but I’m pretty sure that wasn’t his house.’ Leigh sipped her cup of coffee, which Y/N promised her as she felt bad for waking her up.
‘Why were you with Mason?’ Georgia asked disgustingly. Leigh knew her sister wasn’t a big fan of Manchester United and Mason itself, which Leigh also didn’t like footballers or football in general but there was something about Mason. They got on quite well, whenever they’ve crossed paths.
‘Because, surprise, I pick up Y/N from there.’
‘Why are you guys talking about me?’ Y/N came into the kitchen feeling fresh now that she washed herself and had fresh clothes on while she examined the two questioningly.
‘Because you finally have to get used to using me as your taxi service when you wake up next to some guy in the morning, sweetie.’ Leigh answered her with a wink.
‘This was a one time thing.’ Y/N scolded before looking for something in the fridge to eat.
‘Correction, twice,’ Leigh smiled at her. Actually, she had promised her best friend to never address this again. Georgia started laughing when Y/N gave Leigh a glare.
‘Soo,’ Leigh changed the subject. ‘Which guy did I have to save you from earlier?’ Leigh rested her hands on her chin and looked at Y/N with interest. Y/N who making her breakfast tried deliberately ignoring her best friend.
‘Y/N, c’mon. Don’t be like this. I picked you up earlier the least you could do is tell me everything.’
‘No, please! Not everything.’ Georgia ran her hands over her face which made both Leigh and Y/N laugh.
‘Alright, a friend of Mason’s had a party his,’ she said looking at the egg that sizzled in the pan.
‘Football friend?’ Leigh shouted enthusiastically, whereupon her sister looked her with disappointment.
‘Yes, football friend,’ Y/N muttered, all you could hear seconds after was her sister groaning.
‘Not another one of them!’
Before the name got out of Y/N, the doorbell rang, the three women looked at each other in surprise, with no one making the effort to open the door, which is why it rang repeatedly. Y/N pointed at the pan and made it clear that she couldn’t get away, which meant Georgia had to get the door.
‘Not you!!’ Georgia complained, which confirmed who it was to the other two that were in the kitchen. Shortly afterwards, Mason appeared through the kitchen with Y/N’s sports direct bag,
‘Oh, full house.’ Mason commented on Leigh’s presence, who just nodded and then looked back at her best friend.
‘Ah, my things,’ Y/N quickly turned off the stove and then took her bag from Mason. ‘Thank you, Mase.’
‘No problem,’ who smiled at Y/N. ‘Sooo, does Jadon have a crush on you yet?’ Mason laughed.
‘Jadon?’ said Leigh. ‘Like Jadon Sancho?’ Her eyes were shot open. ‘I picked you up from Jadon’s earlier?!’ Leigh was just shocked.
‘Earlier?’ Mason asked, laughing nervously. ‘I didn’t see you last night, so I thought you’d be home early?’ Mason’s seemed quite tense.
‘No, Mason. She certainly wasn’t home.’ Leigh replied with a smile.
‘Fortunately,’ Georgia whispered, which Y/N rolled her eyes for the millionth time that day.
‘No, Mase, he doesn’t have a crush on me,’ she grumbled, still offended from this morning.
‘Just slept with her,’ Leigh commented.
‘Oh Leigh, shut up.’ Y/N scolded her best friend for letting this out. Either way Mason would have probably found out anyways.
‘You know that bet was to turn someone’s head, not to get into bed with them, Y/N.’ Y/N couldn’t understand Mason’s facial expressions so she just rolled her eyes.
‘I know, Mase. I’m not stupid.’
‘Oh, that’s what this is about,’ Georgia said, who was listening deeply into the conversation. Only Leigh didn’t understand what was going on here.
‘We have a bet.’ Y/N explained to her best friend with a sight, while Mason grinned.
‘Which I will win,’ Mason said cockily.
‘No, you won’t. I just have to find another player.’
‘Oh my god. You can no longer be saved. Georgia moaned and then got up to leave the kitchen. She couldn’t listen to it for another second. Leigh on the other hand was still confused. Which neither Mason or Y/N noticed, because they were staring at each other. Mason with a cocky smirk and Y/N with a glare.
They both wanted to win.
Once again thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it 🤍
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aki appreciates your professionalism in the workplace. god knows public safety needs it. so why the hell is he in your apartment two weeks after you've quit??
aka, aki gets seduced. hard. and he likes it!!
tags: cisfem!reader (i was in a mood), reader works with aki briefly, a short discussion of makima's Whole Thing, a dinner and drinks date, heavy flirting, reader makes the first move, pretty shameless smut, making out, fingering, couch sex, doggy style, missionary position, cigarette smoking
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“you don’t think it’s kinda freaky?” your head lolls to one side so you can peer at aki from where he’s sat next to you on the rooftop.
“what?”
you pluck the cigarette out of your mouth to tap off the ash a bit. “denji’s whole thing with makima.”
aki’s response is characteristically abrupt. “no.”
“puh-lease. you have no idea what i’m talking about.” you can’t help but roll your eyes at him, unbothered by his scowl. “if you did, you’d think it was kinda freaky too.”
“i’m not wasting my break listening to you bad-mouth makima-san.”
“i’m not bad mouthing her!” aki seems unconvinced by your exaggerated indignation. “i’m not! i just think the way she treats denji is kinda weird. she’s telling the kid to stake his life to touch her boobs. as a grown ass woman. and her whole petplay thing would never fly if public safety had an actual hr department.”
he stands up to his full height to look down at you, then. “he asked for it.”
“who cares? any kind of workplace stuff seems a little sideways to me, but with that age gap? no doubt something’s hinky.”
“if it’s such a big deal, make a report to the higher-ups.”
you squint up at him, and blow a puff of smoke into his face deliberately.
“oh… so it’s like that.”
you can tell he’s getting riled up because his voice sounds tight when he replies “like what?”
“you’re into dating coworkers and stuff, too.” it’s so obvious when he gets flustered. you give into the temptation to tease him a little more. “yeah… i bet you are. you’ve probably got your own little workplace crush on makima. thinking about doing the nasty behind closed doors at the office, aki?”
“why are you such a pervy little freak?”
you giggle, and you’re delighted to see his eyebrows inch even closer together. “me? a perv? please, aki, i don’t even indulge in workplace romance fantasies. innocent as a lamb, i am.”
“you’re gross. i’m going back to work.” he storms off the rooftop to the sound of your juvenile chortles.
it’s only a few weeks after you’ve quit working for public safety when aki hears his phone chime. 
the text reads “hey”, followed by the blinking bubbles as you type your next text.
aki would be lying if he said his heart hadn’t jumped a little at the sight of your name in his phone. he didn’t even know he had your number saved. he can’t remember the last time he lost sight of his phone, trying to puzzle out when you’d had the chance to add yourself to his contacts list.
he’s startled out of his musing by your next message. 
“are you free tn for drinks??”
better than spending another night in trying to teach power to use a respectful amount of toilet paper. 
“Yeah. I’m off in an hour. Where do you want to go?”
as soon as he sends the text, he regrets it. if you were next to him, you would have snorted at him for using such formal language with a friend. wait. were you friends? you were a work friend (which you told him was different from a regular friend), but you had quit which would make you what exactly? a drinking buddy? an acquaintance? a friend? more than that? obviously more, he did literally owe you for saving his life, but “more than that” in the vague romantic sense?
aki is still staring at the location link you’ve sent when he hears the unfortunate sound of a chainsaw revving. he shoves his phone back into his pants pocket, bracing for whatever life-threatening nonsense denji and power have gotten themselves into.
he completely misses the follow-up text. 
“it’s a date then :) see you there”
aki makes his way to the izakaya you’d suggested as soon as he’s confident his two pet idiots will make it home in one piece. it’s a popular spot for law enforcement and public safety employees, so he doesn’t bother changing out of his work clothes. 
when he looks around for you, he’s still half expecting you to also be in your uniform suit and tie. when you wave him over, aki feels like he does a cartoonish double take. you’re wearing a short sleeved shirt buttoned only twice in the middle and baggy jeans with huge rips in the knees. it’s a lot more skin than he’s ever seen from you. with your sandals and sunglasses perched on top of your head, you look like a trendy, california themed advert. he feels like the stereotype of a hunched japanese salaryman when he comes to sit next to you at the bar.
apparently, the time off has been treating you well. you look a bit tanner and your teeth might be whiter? aki has to turn and order his first drink before you catch him staring and start teasing again.
you start the conversation as usual, with the same easy confidence you’ve always had: “tough day at work, mr. perfect punctuation?”
goddamnit. he knew you were going to bring it up.
“it was fine, you little asshole.” you grin from ear to ear at that, and aki preens. he would never tell you, but he likes that he can make you smile. even if it’s always at his expense.
“madam workplace harassment still running you ragged?” back to this again.
“you’re starting to sound like himeno, you know that?”
you chuckle and apologize, mood still light. 
he takes a sip of his beer before he asks a question of his own. “so what are you doing for work now?”
you take your napkin and swipe a bit of blood smatter off the side of his neck. he nearly chokes on his drink at the casual contact. you lean back, unbothered. “i, ah, i’m in the private sector now. freelance~” you wiggle your fingers at him, feeling the buzz of your second drink set in.
you continue on, despite his furrowed brows. “i like it. i get to travel, take my sweet time. and the pay’s SO much better. speaking of which, let’s be a little luxurious and order some good food!”
aki watches as you eagerly order all of your favorites, and then all of his as well. the two of you have eaten here plenty of times before, but you still gasp and sit up a little straighter when your next dish gets brought out. you seem different than you used to, looser somehow. aki feels drawn into you, a slow pull he’s hesitant to resist.
the conversation comes easily after a few drinks. aki tells you more about denji and power, and his newfound “motherhood”. you laugh and tell him about how your rich client sent you on a weekend trip to kamakura, and you’d snuck in a day at the beach on his dime. he peeks at the sunkissed curve of your neck and does his best not to shudder at the thought of seeing more of your skin in beach attire.
by the end of the night, the two of you are sitting close, shoulder to shoulder. you insist on paying the bill, despite his protests, and thrust a handful of bills toward the server while holding him out of the way. aki complains about not being allowed to split the bill, but he has nothing to say about the feeling of your hand pressed firm against his chest to keep him in his seat.
you trip a little on your sandals as the two of you leave the izakaya for the night, and it’s aki’s turn to insist that he walks you home. the two of you continue your conversation about your upcoming trip to hokkaido, neither one of you in any particular rush to get to your apartment. talking to you is comforting, easy even, for aki. but with every giggle and brush against his side, his mind keeps wandering in less… platonic directions.
when you reach the little stairwell up to your apartment, you pause to look at each other. aki’s awkward goodbye putters out in the back of his throat at the twinkle in your eye. you cock your head to one side, peering at him again. he stares back, not sure what to say to break the silence.
“you don’t wanna come up for dessert?” you keep your expression innocuous, but aki catches onto the invitation just fine. “i just bought coffee ice cream.”
he nods dumbly and you reward him with a soft smile, just a tiny glimpse of pearly teeth. he heels like a well trained dog, following you upstairs without another word.
aki’s been to your apartment once before, at your housewarming party. it looks vastly different now, walls covered with your favorite movie posters and the esoteric art prints. he stands in the middle of the living room until you gently prompt him to sit on the couch. he does.
you watch him take a seat on one side of your second hand sofa, stiff as a board. he looks at you, as if waiting for more instructions, and you chuckle at him.
“i’m gonna go change really quick and then i’ll get you that dessert i promised, kay?” he nods. “make yourself at home, alright?”
you’ve disappeared into your bedroom before he can think of an appropriate response. trying to dispel the awkwardness, he takes out his phone to check his notifications.
oh fuck. he’s just seen your last text.
“it’s a date :)” it’s a date?
suddenly, the room seems ten degrees hotter. his hair is tied too tight, he’s wearing too many layers. aki tries to resist the urge to overthink and fails. miserably. you’ve always been so untouchable, cloaked in easy charm and workplace propriety. before tonight, aki hadn’t ever given a moment’s thought to you and now the word “date” has burrowed deep into his consciousness. he’s rampaging through his memories of dinner and drinks grasping desperately at straws that might clue him into whether you really meant “a date” as a date.
he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. one comes up to rub his face, then both hands, then he puts them down because he knows he’s overreacting. but how could he not? he’d suppressed any romantic thoughts of you years back and now you’ve whacked him upside the head out of nowhere with a date.
did it come out of nowhere?
aki would make another contract with a devil for the chance to sink through the velvety fabric of your couch cushions and disappear forever. the thought of running out of the door and blocking your number occurs to him, but he hears the click of your bedroom door opening and–
oh no. 
this can’t be happening. aki always thought that chasing the gun devil was going to do him in but it might be the sight of you in skimpy lounge clothes that gets him first.
you’ve changed into a sleek black tank top that clings to you. the v-shaped neck is tastefully deep and trimmed with lace that perfectly highlights your now very exposed sternum. that would be enough to have aki turning tomato red, but you’ve also slipped into a pair of loose gray cotton shorts. aki catches a peek at the soft skin of the tops of your thighs before he’s tearing his eyes away. he feigns interest in your drapes and tries to get a handle of his hammering heartbeat before you notice. 
you’ve probably just changed into your pajamas to get comfortable, he tries to reason with himself. he’s overreacting, probably. the thought that you’ve put on such revealing clothes for him would be too much for him to confront, slightly tipsy as he is.
you breeze past where he’s sat, heading straight for the kitchen. as you bend over to rummage through your fridge, aki takes advantage of the opportunity to ogle your  bare legs. he takes in the shape of taut skin over your hamstrings, the curve of your calf, the taper of your achilles. it’s shameless, he knows. he’s so attracted to the sight of you it feels sinful.
you find your ice cream, hidden behind a bag of frozen veggies, and cheer as you wave it at him. aki jumps, broken out of his state of hypnosis. he stares at his hands hard, trying to be respectful and quit fucking leering at you. he hears you root through a drawer for a bit before you’re flopping next to him on your little couch. you plop your bare legs into his lap, and he barely manages to pull his hands out of the way (even with his devil hunter reflexes). he shores up his courage to look up at you and oh, this won’t end well.
you’ve only brought one spoon back with you. it’s hidden in your mouth, concealed by an unfairly pretty smirk. you pull it out of your mouth and lick the remaining sweetness off your lips like the cat that got the cream.
“wanna bite, aki?” you’ve pressed the edge of the spoon against his lips before he has a chance to say anything. he opens his mouth and accepts, hoping that whatever devil you have a contract with doesn’t allow you to read minds. he doesn’t want you to know that every cell in his body is sizzling with anticipation over the innocent act of sharing a spoon with you.
you lean in close, and study his face. “good, right?”
aki nods, and swallows. you tuck another spoonful of the sugary confection into your mouth, batting your lashes at him. enough.
aki’s speaking before his brain has a chance to catch up. “this is a date, right?”
you smirk as you dig at a chocolate chip in your pint. “well, i thought so. you don’t want it to be a date?”
“i thought, you know... you didn’t want to date me.”
“i don’t think i ever said that.” your eyebrow cocks, and aki can sense the challenge in your tone.
“well you were very clear. about not dating anyone from public safety.”
you shift, until you’re nose to nose with him. aki feels like a little dog, staring into the drooling maw of a wolf he never saw coming.
“aki,” you call him like a stray, “i wanted for us to be on equal terms.” one of your hands comes up to brush his cheek, light as a feather. your fingertips are cold from the forgotten ice cream container. “you’re not my coworker anymore, are you?”
he speaks without thinking, eager to please. “no.”
“did you want tonight to be a date?”
“yes.”
your hand presses against his face, cradling one side of his jaw. you tilt your head, just by a few degrees. he watches as the corners of your lips quirk up again. “would you like to kiss me?”
all he can do is nod. the anticipation is heavy in his throat. if he tries to speak, he knows all he’s going to be able to manage is an embarrassing whimper.
“okay then,” your thumb rubs at his cheek affectionately, “go ahead.”
he closes the infinitesimal gap between you and he swears it feels like all the blood in his body is singing for you. your lips are cold from your frozen dessert, but aki feels heat run from the crown of his head all the way down his back at the feeling of you you you. you’re smiling, he can feel it against his lips, and both of your hands have come to cup his cheeks. then you’re kissing him again and aki feels like his chest has cracked wide open.
he only notices that his eyes have closed because he opens them to stare at you when you pull away from him. he’s desperate for more, he doesn’t care if you make fun of him as long as you come back to kiss him again. you guide him against the back of the couch with your hands. he doesn’t understand what you’re doing, but he obeys anyway. then you’re swinging one leg over the both of his to seat yourself in his lap. he doesn’t even have time to register how stunned he is by you before you’re kissing him again. aki can feel your chest pressing against his and he thinks he would level a city block for you if you asked. 
then you’re playfully licking into his mouth and aki is groaning. he can taste the bittersweet of the coffee on your tongue and it’s better than any five star meal makima could buy for him.  he wraps his arms tight around your back, trying to hold you as close as he can, and he feels the hum of your delighted giggle against his lips.
you shift against him then, using your thighs to press the both of you against the couch cushions , trying to close a gap that isn’t there. aki chokes a little then, because the warm apex of your thighs is so close to his painfully hard cock. he wants to feel them, your thighs, so he does. the skin is warm under his hands. he runs his palms all over, just trying to feel more, while you make his head spin with your lips and tongue.
he uses his thumbs to caress the soft skin of your inner thigh, right up against the hem of your shorts. he couldn’t stop if he was offered all the money in the world, he’s completely obsessed. you sigh into his mouth, words he can barely understand through his kiss-induced haze, “touch me, aki. touch me please.” he’s so turned on, he could scream.
instead, he lets his fingertips wander past the hem of your shorts. they would be shaky if it weren’t for the fact that you’ve yanked his hair out of the topknot and the scratch of your nails against his scalp has silenced the nervous race of his thoughts. your lips are warm now, as they run across his jaw. your tongue is too, leaving a hot wet trail down the side of his throat as you chase the feeling of his pulse under smooth skin. he lets his thumbs creep up under your shorts and
holy fuck.
you’re not wearing any underwear. at all.
he has unrestricted access to you, and you’re sopping wet. he moans, moans, into your mouth at that, and you kiss him even harder. aki feels absolutely ravenous, running his fingers over slick skin over and over and over. you’re panting and squirming in his lap and there’s nothing else on the planet that compares to the feeling of you whimpering against his lips.
you give his hair a tug, and the sharp pull against his scalp has him staring dazedly up at you. 
“more.”
you watch his brows knit together. “more?” his voice is syrupy soft.
“more.” and you’re kissing him again, hoping he understood your demand through his wanton blur.
he runs his finger across your slick skin a few more times, trying to build up courage as he swipes circles across your clit. you yank on his hair and whine testily into the side of his neck and he gets the message: hurry up. so he swallows and presses his middle finger against your hole and feels you squeeze around him when he pushes into you. all the way up to his knuckle. you whine into his ear again, a pretty little sound. you sound so sweet, aki’s pushing another finger up into you immediately.
you reward him with another mewl before you’re nuzzling into the crook of his neck, face pressed against the warmth of his skin. he’s touching you so well, pushing against the gummy soft spot inside of you that makes your thighs shiver against him. he’s so absorbed in the way you’re grinding into his lap, fucking yourself on his fingers, that he doesn’t register that he’s panting and groaning into your ear just as loud. he’s light-headed, high off the way your arms are clinging to his neck and your hair is brushing against his cheek.
“ohmygod, aki” your voice is breathless and whispery. it’s hotter than any ridiculous porno that denji has left open on aki’s laptop. “close! i’m close!”
his head is swimming, but aki hears his voice beg, “oh please, please come on my fingers baby.” he sounds almost as fucked out as you. “you can do it, i know you can. there you go, fuck my fingers pretty.” if he weren’t so fucking turned on, he’d be embarassed how low his voice has gotten, thick with desire.
it doesn’t matter though, because soon enough, you’re coming into his hand. he hears your shuddery exhale first, then feels the twitch of your thighs against his. you call his name as you gush into his hand, warm and syrupy and wet. aki pulls back from you a little bit to watch as the dark patch on the crotch of your shorts spreads across where his hand is tucked between the two of you and fucking whimpers at the sight. 
meanwhile, you’ve gone quiet and boneless in his lap. he’s still slowly pumping his fingers into you, gently, to help you come back down. you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, leave a sweet kiss up against his pulse point. his other hand abandons its tight grip on your ass to rub warm, comforting circles against your back.
after a few moments, you pick your head back up. aki examines the lazy tilt of your head, the blissed out smile you give him. and then you’re kissing him again, and he basks in the warmth of your attention. you make out for another few minutes. it’s sloppy and unhurried, the two of you just enjoying the comfort of touching and being touched. your arms are unwinding around his neck, and he feels your hands start to work at unbuttoning his now rumpled white button-up. he lets you have your way with him, lets your fingertips drum across his chest as you nip at his lips playfully. his thumbs have started rubbing little circles into the side of your waist when you pull back again.
your eyes are brighter, more alert. that predatory glint in your eye is back. all aki can feel is anticipation, thrumming like liquid lightning in his veins. he watches the spit –his, he thinks– glisten on your lips as you giggle. the tip of your index finger traces his cheek, “you’re so  cute, aki.”
the tip of your index finger scratches the sensitive skin behind his ear as you tuck a loose strand of hair back into line. you’re so tender with him. his heart swells, bruising against the inside his ribcage. that same fingertip of yours trails in abstract swirls, eddying in the hollows of his collarbones before drawing a heart over his sternum. you bat your lashes at him, “you’re blushing all the way down your chest.”
you give him another sweet kiss, and he stares at you dumbly. “mm, i think i still want more.”
“more?” aki’s voice did not just crack.
“yeah, what do you think?”
“i- uh, i…” aki’s still trying to stutter out a reasonable response when you cut him off with a giggle. you’re popping up out of his lap, tugging on his hand to pull him up with you. he reaches out to steady you when you sway sharply to one side. you giggle again, and hug him tight.
“my legs are a little wobbly,” you whisper conspiratorially. “i might need you to help me to bed, aki.” all he can do is groan with embarrassment and hide his face in your hair. he lets you tug him by the sleeve toward your bedroom without complaint.
the two of you are about five steps into the hallway before you push him against the wall suddenly. you’re on him again, tugging on his hair and licking into his mouth. your press against him and his hard-on is back in full force (not that it ever really subsided to begin with).
then, as suddenly as you came, you’re pulling back from him again. aki huffs, a little petulant, through his nose at the loss of your body heat.
“sorry, cutie.” you let him pout at you for a couple seconds before the old temptation to tease him strikes again. “i really want to suck you off in the hallway, but i don’t think i can wait.” you watch the soft pink flush on his cheeks turn into deep scarlet smugly. then you’re taking him by the hand and whisking him into your bedroom.
you dive into your bed face first, giddy for no good reason. then you flop onto your back and make grabby hands at aki, who’s lingering at the edge of the bed frame. he crawls in after you make a whiny sound at him. he crawls right over top of you, and you let him settle between your legs. 
“i’m going to kiss you now,” he says. his voice is raspy in a way that makes you drip.
“akiii… you don’t have to ask for permission anymore. you literally just fingerbanged me in my living room.”
“i wasn’t asking.”
and he’s closing the distance between you, one hand under the back your neck to push you against his hot, hungry mouth harder. you didn’t think it was possible for you to get any wetter. he drops his body weight on top of you so he can grind his bulge against your cunt and you whimper at the feeling of it.
you let him suck a few deep, purpling bruises into the side of your throat before you tug at his shirt. “i need you naked, now please.” you really don’t care how whiny you sound when you say it. how could you, when aki’s sitting up in front of you, weight balanced on his knees and yanking his shirt off. you take the time to watch the way the lean muscles of his arms and chest move under the broad expanse of his now exposed skin. the soft little sound you make in the back of your throat is involuntary, but you see his ears get a little redder than they were before.
then he’s leaning back to shuck his work pants off, fumbling with the buckle of his belt. you don’t have it in you to sit there nicely and let him get his slacks off, so you sit up too. you reach for him, wrap your arms around his shoulders and lap at the skin behind his ear. just to taste, just to tease. then he’s kicking his pants off his legs and grabbing your face with two big warm hands and kissing you again. you feel a moan vibrate against your tongue, and you’re not sure if it’s you or him.
you let him kiss you senseless and push you back down against the mattress. one of his hands squeezes the outside of your thigh, and guides your legs to wrap around the delectable narrow of his waist. he keeps kissing you, and you relish the feeling of grinding the wet patch on your shorts against the front of his charcoal gray briefs. you feel the hard bulge there twitch against you when you moan, intentionally wanton, into his mouth. fueled by pure animal instinct, you reach for it. he lets you wedge a hand under the waistband, and you feel his warm sigh fan across your face when your fingers close around him. you pump your hand, once. twice, experimentally.
“fuck, i wanna be inside you baby.” he pants against your cheek.
“yes… please,” your voice is breathy, and you’re kind of turned on by how fucked out you sound. “want you inside.”
he pulls away from you, just enough for you to see his wild stare. “take your clothes off, right fucking now.”
you obey automatically, yanking your tank top over your head as fast as you fucking can. your shorts follow not long after, flung to some corner of the room you can’t bring yourself to care about. you turn on him, then. you want those goddamned briefs off.
he lets you tug them down his leg, smiling at your impatience. you wipe that smug grin off his face by shoving him down into your pillows and kissing him. hard and fast, grinding yourself down onto his abs and moaning loud into his lips.  when you use your hand to finally get him inside you, he pecks your lips, whispers “i just wanna touch you a little first, can you be good and wait a little longer?”
you grumble about it, but eventually you nod. he gives you a soft smile that makes you melt. you busy yourself giving him hickies and grinding your clit into the head of his cock, not that you needed to make yourself any wetter. you can feel his hands and their callouses feeling up every last inch of you. the curve of your waist, the dimples at the base of your spine, then over your ribcage. both hands come to cup your breasts and his thumbs circle your nipples, teasingly light. that makes you whine, ask him nicely to let you ride him please?
“no, baby.” you’re so frustrated you can’t even think straight. he wraps his arms around you and eases you back under him. his hair falls into your face and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. “i’m gonna fuck you.”
he smiles at the shocked look on your face, “you want that, don’t you?” you nod frantically, pupils blown.
he splits you open and your jaw drops. you can’t even make a sound, consumed entirely by the feeling of a thick cock, his cock, stretching you out. 
he huffs a quiet laugh, “fuck baby, you’re so wet. fucking tight too, can barely get halfway in.” he pulls back, until just the head is still inside you. then he rocks his hips back in, gentle despite your insistence that he just fuck you already!
“there you go, let me in,” he bottoms out this time. “good girl, good girl.” his praise makes you all the more desperate. you cling to his shoulders, lift your hips to meet him halfway on his next soft rock into you. you’re drunk on him, wasted with white-hot desire. the heat of it leaves your skin slick, feverish and sick for the feel of him inside you.
he keeps fucking you, steady and deep, in and out and back in again. god! what a dream. you feel yourself grin, a wild, manic flash of teeth. “mm, feels good aki!” you call his name again: you like the feeling of it on your tongue, but you love the way he looks back up at your face again. so eager to please.
you lift your head to get nose to nose with him again. “harder.”
it’s not a question.
he complies, snapping his hips up into you. his cock bullies its way even deeper into you, you swear you can feel it in your goddamn throat. just barely there on the back of your tongue. it makes your eyes roll, and you don’t really care how debauched you must look. you let yourself claw long red lines into the broad expanse of skin at his back, delighted by his groan in response.
then an idea strikes, and you’re moving before it’s fully coherent. your palms press against the gorgeous planes of his chest, shoving him back, off of you. he obeys, leans back without a word. you can see the question in his eyes, but you don’t need words to answer. instead, you turn over. chest pressed to the mattress and hips over your knees. present yourself to him.
face down. ass up.
you look back, just to show him another teasing smile. his pupils are blown, dark blue irises a near invisible ring around the inky black. then both big hands are grabbing at your waist and yanking you back onto him, and your head drops to the mattress to stifle a yelp because holy fuck he feels big like this.
his grip on you is hard enough to bruise. you hope it does. you think you can feel your arousal dripping down your inner thigh, though it’s hard to tell when you’re being fucked within an inch of your life. he keeps thrusting into you, pushes into places you’ve never reached on your own. you give up on trying to meet his thrusts, and let yourself enjoy being railed into the mattress. you’re moaning and whining more than you’re fucking breathing at this point, and you love it.
then, one hand leaves your hip to find its way around your throat. it pulls you up off the mattress, up until the arch of your back meets his chest. the sound of his breathless panting in your ear has you drooling. he’s muttering in your ear, between loose groans, how good you feel, how wet, how hot, how fucking crazy you’re making him feel. you eat it up, lost in the praise. 
you’re snapped out of the warm, syrupy haze when his other hand comes down, hard, on your clit. you squeal, and feel his cock twitch at the sound. then his fingers are pressing deft circles into your clit, with just enough pressure to have you going entirely limp. you shiver in his hold, whimper and whine to him to keep going, don’t stop!
he doesn’t stop. instead, the circles on your clit continue, winding up the knot in your tummy. his thrusts get even deeper, harder, right into the gummy spot inside you that turns your mindless, downright nasty rambling into incoherent babbling. he holds you up with a firm grip around your throat and you lose yourself in the warmth of it.
before you know it, you’re coming undone again. he keeps thrusting through your orgasm, slow deep thrusts that have you gasping for air. your knees give out, and he fucks you flat against the mattress as you shudder. he presses his weight against your back, not letting you squirm away from him. you can’t think, can’t speak, can’t even breathe. everything is him him him. his cock inside you, his hand on your clit, his lips on the shell of your ear, whispering praises for creaming on his cock. everything between your legs is so hot, so wet.
you crane your head up, whimpering softly, and he gives you the soft kiss you were looking for. it's slippery and messy, a wet slide of lips and tongue. the fingers on your clit slow to soft, feather light circles as the stars in your eyes clear. you let time slow for a bit, let the pounding of your heart slow to a sleepy thrum.
he shifts his weight back, pulls out of you with a quiet sigh. you feel his hands at your hips, encouraging you to turn back over. you do, and he kisses you again. you rub his cheek and coo at him, still a little loopy. he smiles at you gently, before he starts trailing kisses down your stomach.
you let him do as he wishes, basking in the afterglow of a really fucking good orgasm. he alternates between licking and kissing the soft skin of your inner thighs, and you reward him by running your fingers through the silky strands of his hair. when he closes his lips around your clit, you whimper a little at the overstimulation, try to push his mouth away weakly. he hushes you gently, looks up through his lashes at you. “just let me taste you a little, ok?”
his pupils are dilated, inky black eating up stormy blue. you nod breathlessly, hazy and easily convinced, and let him dip his head back between your legs. he runs his tongue through your folds, again and again, unhurried. he groans when you shift to open your legs up for him more, roll your hips against his tongue. he’s sloppy and soft with you, and heat starts to run up your spine again. you moan, louder than you meant to, when he starts sucking at your clit. the skin between your legs is so wet, so slick, that you’re able to grind your stuttering hips against his face with no resistance. he lets you use him, fuck his face happily.
then you’re tugging on his hair again, pulling his face towards yours so you can taste yourself on his tongue. it’s kinda freaky, and you love it. he doesn’t seem to mind either, the way he’s winding his arms around you to hold onto you, tighter. then you’re snaking one arm between the two of you and guiding his cock back inside of you.
he stutters out a cute little sound, a breathy “ah!”, as he slips back inside of you with little resistance. you cant your hips up, to pull him in deeper, and he hides his face against your collarbone. 
you giggle into his ear. “don’t get shy on me now aki~”
he groans in response, not bothering to glower at you. “shut up, asshole.”
you gasp in mock outrage. “you’re gonna call me names? while you’re balls deep inside me? rude!”
“i swear to god-” he cuts himself off with a groan. “don’t fucking do that shit with your hips when i’m trying to talk to you!” he feels your shoulders shake with another stifled giggle. he can’t help the way the corners of his lips lift up too. he levels a playful version of his usual stern glare at you. “do you want me to fuck you again or not, brat?”
your cheeky smile makes his dick twitch. “yes, please mr. hayakawa!” 
he rolls his eyes at you, not that it makes your toothy grin subside. he reaches up with one arm to brace himself on your headboard, then scoffs at your resulting eyebrow wiggle. he kisses you once, a playful peck, before slamming his hips into yours with an audible smack.
you yelp, and he lets out a singular laugh at that. serves you right for teasing him all night. you wrap your arms around his neck and pout at him for being mean. he watches the complaints die on your tongue as your eyes flutter shut, utterly overwhelmed by the way he’s fucking into you. he makes sure to angle himself to press up against that one spot he’s learned you like so much, and when you start to babble about how good you feel, how wet you are, he knows he’s found it again.
he fucks you and fucks you and he ignores the way his head is spinning and his arm is aching from holding him up. aki’s entire world narrows down to a few inconsequential details: the way your sweat glistens on your skin, the warmth of your arms around his neck, and the building pressure deep in his stomach. he’s close before he even realizes, and you are too (if the way your legs are tightening around his waist is any indication). he thumbs at your clit, offering you just a little more stimulation.
“cum with me, please?” his voice sounds choked, and more desperate than he’d like.
you nod frantically, beg him, “yes, aki please!” and “i’m- oh god! so close, please!” you’re clawing at his chest, trying to get a hold of him to brace yourself against wave after devastating wave of pleasure. the pain of your nails grasping for purchase on his chest doesn’t stop him from pistoning into you, hard enough to knock you against your headboard. instead, he presses his thumb back into your swollen clit, drawing nonsensical patterns that have you squeezing even tighter around him.
you squeal as you come, tummy twitching under him. he abandons his grip on your headboard in favor of falling chest to chest with you. you squeeze your arms around his neck as he reaches orgasm seconds after you. you feel his cock kick inside of you, feel the heat of his cum deep in your belly. you hold him tighter then, bury your face in the silky strands of his hair as you ride out your orgasm. it’s the long slow kind, the one that has you squirming in a slow syrupy gush of pleasure.
he holds you through all of it, pressing his forehead against yours until you’re both spent and limp. when both of your breaths have slowed, you tilt your chin up to slot your mouth against his. it’s a relatively chaste kiss, lips on lips in a way that feels unexpectedly familiar. 
he pulls away from you, and you whine at him. he rubs your cheek affectionately and tells you to sit tight. you’re too worn out to argue, so you flop your head against your pillows obediently. when you open your eyes again (when did you fall asleep?) , he’s wiping the mess between your thighs away with a warm washcloth.
you make room for him when he sits back down in bed with you, lit cigarette between his lips. he offers it to you with a wordless gesture, but you shake your head and snuggle into his chest instead. so he smokes in silence, and you revel in the heat of his skin against your cheek. if you had more energy, you probably would have teased him for being the cliche one night stand smoking a cigarette after sex. but it’s late and you’re wiped, so you let yourself go limp as he strokes the top of your head.
“hey aki?”
“yeah?” his voice is so soothing.
“i’m really glad i quit public safety.” his hand stills. “now i get to fuck you without filling out paperwork with human resources.”
he barks out a laugh, loud enough to wake your neighbors. you bury your grin in the junction where his neck meets his shoulder. he squeezes you affectionately.
“go the fuck to sleep you little freak.”
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oh my god i started writing this in fucking august. i really didn't think it was going to end up being this long whoopsies!! i did have a ton of fun writing it but that's just because i want aki so bad it's a little embarrassing
anyways i think this is going to be the only thing i have out for kinktober, but at least i participated!!
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talkdutchtome · 7 months
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You Should Have Said No Chapter Six- Mean
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pairing . . . max verstappen x reader / pierre gasly x reader )
summary . . . when your fiancé cheats on you, you strike up an unusual friendship with one of his closest friends, who just so happens to have had a crush on you since he set eyes on you. chaos ensues.
inspired by the works of miss taylor swift )
genre . . . angst )
song . . . mean - taylor swift)
warning . . . cheating, mental illness, angst, eventual smut, poorly translated french and dutch, swearing, mention of parent loss, emotionally abusive parent, slight social media au, kendall jenner as fc (potentially more i’ll add as i go along)
a/n . . . i'm so sorry that it's been so long but here is chapter six. it is unfortuatly a lot of filler which i hate to do but i sat for ages trying to figure it out and i just couldn't move the story on without it. also i'm thinking on doing a mini .5 chapter with pierre's pov so let me know if this is something you'd want )
The first thing you noticed when you woke up on your hotel bed, still in the clothes and make up from last night, was the pounding headache that made you feel like room was spinning; the second thing you noticed was the overwhelming feeling of dread at the very pit of your stomach. Despite this, for a few blissful seconds you didn’t remember what it was you did that made you feel such a way. But when the realization hit you, the feeling of dread in your stomach started to rise to the back of your throat until you had to clamper off your bed and to the toilet to bring up the many, many tequila shots that you had taken last night. After getting everything up and feeling marginally better you sat on the hotel bathroom floor with your head between your knees and began processing what had happened last night. Max said you looked beautiful. You kissed Max. You kissed Max and then slammed the door in his face. Why would you do that? Do you like Max as more than a friend? What about Pierre? Questions ran through your head rapidly making the room spin even more than before. “I need to talk to Lila” you spoke aloud to yourself before finally getting the balance to stand up and walk towards the bedside table where your phone sat, although the messages waiting for you on the screen threatened to bring up the remaining food and drink in your stomach.  
Max Verstappen 
Hey Y/N, thanks for a good night last night. Let me know if you need a ride back to Monaco; Lando and Danny have already gone so it would just be us.  
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What the hell were you supposed to do? It’s not like you can sit on a private plane for hours with Max after kissing him and then slamming the door in his face. He will inevitably have questions and considering you can’t even answer your own questions about your actions, you’d be willing to bet your life on the fact that you wouldn’t be able to answer his. After staring at his text for what felt like forever, you eventually decided that it would be best to just not reply right now and make your own way home. Space between yourself and the Dutchman was probably for the best, at least until you can figure out what the hell was going on.  
“Jesus Y/N I’ve been gone less than 24 hours, you can’t miss me that much already” you heard your best friend’s voice come through the speaker, she picked up on the first ring, of course she did; she always was able to tell when something was wrong. However, hearing her voice; rather than comforting you made you fall apart sobbing.  
“Y/N?? What’s happened? What’s wrong?” Lila’s voice became concerned, she more than anyone knew that you didn’t like to cry and that you very rarely did.  
“I fucked up Lils. I really fucked up.” you told her through gasped breaths earning yourself a worried sigh from your best friend.  
“Okay what did-” she asked but you cut her off, unable to contain it any further. “I kissed Max” You braced yourself for Lila to scold you for being so stupid and careless, instead her amused laugh came pouring out of the speaker; only confusing you further.  
“Why is this a bad thing Y/N, he’s hot, you’re single. I don’t see the problem” she spoke after catching her breath from laughing. “Lila come on there’s about a hundred reasons why it’s a problem; I’m only just out of a long-term relationship, a relationship where I was engaged to be married. Max is Pierre’s friend, and this could ruin their relationship. Max is my friend, and this could defiantly ruin our relationship. Pierre is-” you rambled and when Lila saw that there was clearly no stopping point for your list, she interrupted you. “Babe, forget about Pierre for a second. Do you like Max?” Her question, though not entirely unexpected, made your head spin; did you like Max? He was attractive, there was no denying that, he was smart and funny and kind. Maybe you did like him. Maybe. Was it even possible to like someone so soon after such an intense break up. If you did like him what would that even mean? It’s not like you could be in a relationship with him, not after Pierre.  
“Helllo Y/N you still there?” Lila’s voice awoke you from your spiraling thoughts “ I’m going to assume that that long drawn-out silence means maybe. You know this doesn’t have to be a bad thing; he clearly likes you too. Nobody is saying you need to jump into a committed relationship with him straight away but what’s wrong with a bit of fun?”  
“No what about Pierre, that would kill him”  
“Kill him like he killed you?” her words cut deep. There was truth to them of course there was, after what Pierre did to you, you owe him nothing at all. But when you loved someone for 14 years how can you do something you know would crush them, even if they have hurt you. The ugly truth that you didn’t want to admit even to yourself, was that you weren’t even sure if your story with Pierre was over. The love you shared with Pierre was the strongest and most unwavering thing you had ever known until that night in Monaco. Pierre wasn’t just your boyfriend or your fiancé, he was your person. The dreams of having a family and growing old with him hadn’t just disappeared because of what he did.  
“I need to go Lila, I need to find a way back to Monaco” 
Arriving back to your flat in Monaco after a very long very hot commercial flight only further deepened your confusion. Here you were in the place that you and Pierre had made your own, the place that you had spent a large portion of your adult life living; but Pierre wasn’t here. Come to think of it you actually had no idea where he was or where he was living at the moment. As if on cue, at that moment your phone began to ring with Pierre’s name lighting up the screen; you thought about not answering- realistically nothing good could come from the conversation, but truth be told you missed him, you missed his presence and the way he made you feel.  
“Oh, hey Y/N. Sorry I didn’t think you were going to pick up. Are you back in Monaco?” he asked and his voice made your stomach flutter, you knew it wasn’t healthy, but you couldn’t help but feel yourself relax hearing that oh-so familiar voice.  
“Yeah, I just got back” 
“Okay can I come round?” he asked, and your heart dropped. As much as you did miss him and in theory wanted to be around him again, in practice it wasn’t something you thought should happen. In your heart you might still be holding out hope that there was a way to fix things but, in your head, you know there isn’t. But despite you’re not being sure that if, being around him in the place you built your lives together, your head would win over your heart. Could you be rational when the love of your life is standing in front of you? 
“It’s just I need to get some stuff and I wanted to talk. I need to know whether or not I need to look for somewhere to live.” He clarified and despite your better judgement you agreed. 
Once your phone call with Pierre had finished you caught sight of a notification on your phone that made your earth shake. Your dad had texted you. After your mum died, your dad began to spiral. He would get black out drunk every night just to numb the pain. He completely blanked you, citing that you just looked too much like your mother. Eventually the alcohol led to drugs and the drugs led to the loving, caring man you knew be replaced by somebody cold and heartless. Growing up in that environment was one of the worst, darkest periods of your life so when you grew older you got out of there. Since you had moved away from the small little town, haunted by the memories of what your life could have been if you mum didn’t die; contact between you and your dad had been extremely limited- only speaking once every few years. He knew that you were living with Pierre and working alongside him in Formula One but that was mostly it. Despite the fact that he could never find a nice word to say about you, he liked Pierre. He had told you on a number of occasions that Pierre was a good man and that you were extremely lucky to have him.  
The phone rang. He was calling you. Your heart rate increased, and you could feel the palms of your hands become clammy. In spite of all the horrible things he did and said to you over the years, he was still your dad; so, you answered.  
“Y/N. I need money.” his voice came through slurred. He was intoxicated, best case drunk worst case high. You had given money to him a handful of times but with your relationship with Pierre being up in the air and therefore potentially your job too, you just didn’t have the money to spare. 
“I’m sorry dad I can’t. I think I need to move soon so I can’t afford it” you spoke your voice no more than a whisper.  
“Oh, don’t pretend you’re not loaded. I know how much Pierre makes” your breath hitched; you were going to need to tell him.  
“We are- Dad, Pierre and I aren’t together anymore. He ch-” he interrupted you before you could finish the sentence. 
“Oh, you stupid little bitch how did you let that happen. Pierre was the best thing that ever happened to you.” your eyes started to water, you opened your mouth to say something, but he continued. 
“Although it’s no surprise, he was always too good for you. I’m just shocked it took him this long to realize.” The tears were streaming down your face now, you wanted to argue, to put him in his place; but you couldn’t. 
“I know.” Your voice was weak, the words were met with a scoff from your father before he hung up, clearly done with the disappointment that was his only daughter. Loud sobs escaped your lips. He was right after all. Pierre had always been too good for you and it’s no surprise that he eventually found someone who was better. Your dad’s words were knives that he had used against me for years now, he would take pleasure in knocking me off my feet, take pleasure in making me feel like I’m nothing. This was nothing new, but the cuts stung so much deeper now, because you didn’t have the love of your life beside you, assuring that you dad is nothing but a mean man who would say whatever he could to hurt you.  
A knocking at the door pulled you from your thoughts but the tears wouldn’t stop falling, the sobs wouldn’t stop escaping. Trying to breathe whilst sitting still was almost impossible, there was no way you could get up to get to the door. So, you ignored it, willing whoever it was to go away. However instead of going away, the person behind the door simply put a key in the door and let himself in. It was Pierre. He ran towards you, clearly not expecting to see you in such a state.  
“Y/N, what’s wrong? What’s happened come on baby tell me” His soft voice spoke, he knelt to the ground Infront of the seat you were sat on, so your faces were level. His hands found your hair, brushing softly in an attempt to calm you down. You tried to explain, tried to tell him about your dad but between the sobs that broke up your words and the shortness of breath you had, Pierre couldn’t understand anything you were saying. Instead of pressuring you to explain, Pierre simply stood up, scooped you up in his arms and walked with you into the bedroom. Placing you gently onto the bed, he then got on too and held you tight. Whilst he was aware that he really had no right to do this anymore, you needed help right now and this is the way he had helped you a million times before with anxiety attacks. He sat with you in his arms, stroking your hair and whispering in your ear until you began to calm down and relax a bit. And when you were able to, you told him about your dad, and once you had started telling you just couldn’t seem to stop, so you told him about everything you were worried about this morning, including the feelings you had been having surrounding your relationship with Pierre as well as the kiss between you and Max. That last piece of information made his heart sink, he wanted to talk more about it, to find out everything that happened, was it Max that initiated it? Was it you? Despite that, however he knew that what you needed to talk about was your dad, so he put his feelings to one side and talked to you about your call with your dad.  
“You know that what he said isn’t true don’t you ma belle. In fact, it’s the opposite. You were always too good for me”. He whispered in your ear, still holding you tight. Eventually, sleep came, and in the arms of the person you have loved for 14 years, you had the best sleep you had had in a week.  
Waking up alone after falling asleep with someone was an extremely empty feeling, so when you woke up in bed by yourself a few hours later, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Your eyes fell to a note on the bedside table.  
I’m sorry I had to leave, but I didn’t think us sleeping in the bed right now was appropriate. I know how frazzled your brain can get after an anxiety attack and I didn’t want you to wake up with any regret. You know where I am if you need me.  
P. 
His reasoning made sense; with how confused you are right now, waking up to him next to you again would only make matters worse. It was late now, almost 11pm but as you had slept all day, there was no chance you were going to be able to go back to bed now, so instead you went to the living room and put on your favorite movie. You were so lost, so confused; but you couldn’t think about that right now. You needed to chill, to take a bit of time for yourself and forget about Max, forget about Pierre, forget about everything. About 20 minutes into your movie, however, there was a knock at the door once again. Even though you knew that there was going to be nobody standing there that you wanted to speak to right now, you went and answered it anyway. Stood in the darkness was Max Verstappen. His eyes poured directly into yours, his hands ran through his hair in the form of a nervous twitch.  
“Can we talk?” 
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masonmyluv · 4 months
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Part 8
A/N: 2 parts left from this story 🥲
Warnings: jealousy
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Another day at Uni after he just scored yet another La Liga goal. He was buzzing, but had to be on time for classes. He was sure the whole university will congratulate him again.
"Our boy Fermin is back!"
You looked up from your notes to see Fermin being congratulated by the whole class. People hugging him, patting him on the back. "Thanks man" he kept saying, trying to make his way to his place. You felt a déjà-vu from when he scored his first goal. It happened just the same, with him sitting near you, except that now he had a coffee cup, then him asking you to help him study, and all the things that happened which led to you two being together. "Morning. This is for you" he smiled, putting the coffee cup near your book. "Thanks, Fermin".
"Are you feeling better? After last night" Fermin asked. "Huh?" You asked confused. "Come on, you have to tell me what happened" he whined as you quietly ate your sandwich. You didn't like the attention you got from the entire university that Fermin was sitting with you at lunch time. "Nothing happened. It was an amazing night. Can we stop talking about that?" You snapped. "And they say communication is key" Fermin mumbled, placing his hand on your right knee, which didn't go unnoticed by his girl fans. "We aren't public, so stop acting like that" you said, pushing his hand away. "Okay I get it, your bad mood is still present" Fermin said. "And I'll get you to tell me why".
After classes, at which Fermin wasn't present because he had training, but promised he'll pick you up, you were waiting for him in front of the University building. "Have you seen her? He's definitely not in love with her" a group of girls passed by you.
"He should be with me. See? I have boobs and a big ass"
"Look at how she dresses. A nerd"
"I bet he wouldn't even have sex with her because she's so ugly"
You tried not to cry hearing those because they weren't true. Or were they? You weren't the most popular girl, yet Fermin was dating you. You weren't the one to wear designer clothes, but Fermin did. He never really told you his type of girl, but now that you thought about it, he would surely want a tall, skinny, boobs and ass girl, just like any football player.
"It's not true what they say" Adrian, the nerdy guy from your class, said. "Maybe it is" you shrugged. "I'm sure it's not. Not every boy wants boobs and ass. I prefer brain" he said, making a nerdy joke which actually made you smile. "Thanks Adrian. That's Fermin, I better go" you said, waving at your colleague.
Meanwhile, Fermin was watching the little interaction between you and Adrian. What did he say that made you smile? He always thought you would end up together because Adrian was basically your masculine version, the nerdy guy. Obviously he thought you weren't nerdy, you were just smart. "Hey again. How was training?" You asked, climbing in his car.
He tried to hide the fact that he was jealous, but it didn't really work when his reply sounded harsher than he intended to. He saw how your mood changed, just like that time with the presentation, and neither of you spoke about it.
"Thanks" you said, hurrying to your flat. "Y/N, we need to talk" Fermin said, following you. "I'm tired" you replied. "Me too. But I want to know what's wrong with you" he said. "Me? I'm not the one talking like an absolute dickhead to people" you snapped. "Alright, I'm sorry. I was jealous okay? Of you and Adrian. I saw that he made you smile when I couldn't" he explained. You were taken aback by his confession. He was jealous of other guys being around you? "Adrian is just a colleague, nothing more. And you really tried to cheer me up, don't you think I didn't notice" you said as you both sat on the couch. "So, will you tell me what's bothering you, pretty girl?" Fermin asked. "Yeah. It's actually two things" you said and Fermin nodded for you to continue.
"Yesterday, when we drive Gavi home, he kind of made some comments that made me uncomfortable. I didn't want to tell you because he's your best friend and I don't want you to change because of me" you finally express your feelings openly. "The ones with congratulating me? Celebrating in that way?" He said. "Yeah". "He was just teasing me because I haven't gotten laid in like a year and he's always making fun of me" Fermin chuckled. "Plus, we don't have to do it now. Time will come" he shrugged. "You, Fermin López, didn't shag anyone? Holy shit" you said and he laughed at your reaction. "I'm a good boy, Y/N" he said, battling his beautiful eyelashes at you. "But if they make you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. They can be a bit overwhelming, but that's just guys jokes" he said. "And the second thing?"
"It's related to Adrian in some way. He tried to cheer me up because we both heard those popular girls talking about me, how I don't suit you because I don't have a perfect body and I dress like a nerd. And then I thought that they maybe were right, because you could have anyone, yet—". "I want you and only you" Fermin interrupted. "Yeah, but don't you want like a girl with a nice body shape?" You asked. "I prefer brain over other things though" he said. "And you're beautiful. So beautiful I could kiss you right now" he whispered. "Even though I look like a zombie after 8 hours of courses?" You laughed. "Yeah. Even so. You're my zombie" he said, softly kissing your lips. You immediately responded to the kiss, his lips making you feel some kind of way that you never wanted to stop. "Y/N..." he groaned when you climbed into his lap, hands resting on his chest. "What?" You asked. "Nothing, just... I want to ask you out on a date" he said, blushing.
"A date?"
"Yeah"
"Never been on a date before" you admitted, embarrassed. "So it will be your first first-date? Awesome" Fermin said. "It's not. I don't even know how to act" you pouted. "Like yourself, because that's what I like" he said, kissing your pouty lips. "And where do we go?" You asked. "You'll see. Just dress casually" he said. "Dress casually" you snorted. "Like a hoodie or what?". "Yeah, like that. Comfy clothes" he shrugged. "So... is that a yes?" He asked. "Yes yes. When?". "When you're free" he shrugged. "And when you are free" you chuckled. "I can miss a class, it's no big deal" you shrugged and he gasped. "You missing a class? Bad, bad girl" he tutted, smirking. "Yeah whatever. Tell me when" you whined.
"Tomorrow at 5" he said.
"A.m.?"
"No, love. P.m."
"Okay, cuz I can miss classes, but my sleep is precious" you said, making him laugh. "Then tomorrow at 5 pm" he said, kissing your lips one more time before he left.
Hope you like it 🤍
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