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trippinsorrows · 29 days ago

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looking through your eyes + twenty three

authors note: the day of the big party has arrived. reminder, this has a time jump. solana is now home from treatment, though that's touched on in here as well.

also, if you watched arrow, i totally use one of my favorite characters from that show for a certain character. don't own him or anything wwe related. lol

cw/tw: fluff, angst, and violence

song inspo: ‘looking through your eyes’ by leann rimes

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words: 12k

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Solana stops humming as she rips her gaze from the several pots that she currently has sitting on the fire. “It’s not too late.”

Rolling her eyes, she rubs her hands off on her apron and walks over to her husband. Roman pulls her into him as she lifts her hands around his neck. “Ro…..”

“We could just not open the door.”

“Roman.”

This would be Solana’s welcome home party. Two weeks. She’s been home for two weeks, and it’s been a beautiful transition. Being back with her husband and Dulce has meant the world to her. It’s why she wanted to take some time to enjoy the two most important figures in her life before hosting such a social function.

But now the big day has arrived, and while she’s filled with excitement, her husband…..is not.

“What if I buy you something instead? Like an island? Just for us.” Solana is taken back for a moment. She’s still yet to fully grasp the perennial extent of the Bloodline’s reach and wealth. Of her husband’s billionaire status. “Have security set to shoot to kill if anyone tries to bother us.”

She smiles, because while his words are borderline disturbing, the seriousness in his voice and expression are slightly humorous. “Ro, that’s not nice.”

Roman also rolls his eyes, Solana having a bit of a hard time taking him seriously. He’s so petulant, like a child. “Baby, how many times we gotta have this conversation? I love you and hate everyone else.”

“Dulce?”

“Tolerable.”

Shaking her head, she shifts her hands to his chest. “This is what I want, Roman. I’ve been gone for so long. I just….I just want to be surrounded by the people I love.” And before he can say anything else, she clarifies, “beyond just you and Dulce.”

“She don’t like this shit either. She likes us. That’s it.”

“That’s not what I heard. Apparently, Jimmy really is her new bestie.” Solana giggles, thinking back to the photos Naomi sent and shared with her of Jimmy sitting on the sofa with Dulce, Dulce even sleeping in the bed with him as he took a nap. Almost identical to the ones she received while they were in Mexico. It seems Roman’s cousin has taken a liking to her sweet little puppy.

Roman looks even more irritated as he shares, “you know he had her sleeping in the bed with him again?” Solana does in fact know. She’s got photographic evidence to prove it. “I swear, I saw her little ass standing up on her legs on the side of our bed like she wanted to get in the other day. She can try that shit with us if she wants to, but—”

Solana leans up and kisses him, effectively silencing his rant. Roman’s hands are on the small of her back, deepening the kiss as his tongue glides across her bottom lip, Solana having to prematurely end the kiss when he starts guiding her towards the nearest clear counter that he doesn’t hesitate to prop her up on.

She knows exactly where this is headed, and she has way too many things left to do before the party kicks off.

Ignoring his scowl at her drawing a line in the sand, she does her best to encourage him, “today is going to be a good day. We’re going to have a good time—”

“debatable.”

“—and if you can try to be nice and not curse at or hurt anybody—”

“—do you not know who I am?”

“Then after the party and everyone’s gone—” her eyes drop to his chest, a bit of sheepishness overcoming her. “—when it’s just you and me….” Solana pushes past her shyness at even thinking of it, sharing in a quiet voice, “then I’ll do the thing.”

Roman looks skeptical, clearly not following, “the thing?”

Solana swallows. She hates how uncomfortable and embarrassed she feels about discussing this. “You know….the…..thing you want me to do where I…..sit.”

And it’s that elaboration that brings a smug smile on his handsome face. “You finally gonna sit on my face, baby?”

Solana’s cheeks are flamed and reddened. “Not so loud.” She looks around, as if someone could be eavesdropping on quite literally the most sexual thing she’ll have ever done. “But…..y–yes.” She lifts a finger, reminding him of the stipulation. “But, only if you can b–behave.”

Roman smirks, dropping his gaze to her chest that looks amazing in her little dress. “For you, I can be very good.” She smiles up at him, “but something before could also be a nice incentive.”

Solana slaps Roman on the chest and tugs herself away, hopping off the counter as he squeezes her ass. “Ro, I have to finish cooking, and Melina should be here any minute.”

He scowls, eyes briefly falling to her ass as she moves back over to the stove. “Who is that again?”

“One of my friends from treatment,” she answers over a sigh, grabbing the almost emptied bottle of Adobo. “I told you that this morning.”

“Yeah, while you were getting dressed. I wasn’t paying attention to anything except them titties.”

She turns to him, cheeks red, and not from her makeup. “Roman, you can’t…nevermind....can you do me a favor?”

“Can we cancel the party?” She gives him a look, forcing him to resign. “Fine. What do you need?”

She motions to the aluminum trays of food lined up all on the kitchen island. A small part of him feels bad for not helping her cook. He’s far from the best, not even remotely close to her in terms of talent, but Solana woke up at the ass crack of dawn this morning to finish cooking. Because she started yesterday evening, and it’s only occurring to him now that he hasn’t done a ton to help her.

She asked the security around them to set up the backyard, chairs and tables and shit. Now that he thinks about it, she hasn’t asked him for much, really.

Sighing and realizing his role, or lack thereof, in this thing brings on small amount of guilt.

Roman moves behind her, speaking before she can scold him yet again for trying to distract her. “I’m sorry.” He feels the way she relaxes in his embrace, sees how she angles her head to look at him with all the confusion. “I know this is…important to you, and I don’t mean to be difficult.”

Because it is, and because he doesn’t. He’s immensely proud of her, of how well she’s adjusted to being back home full time after being gone for so long. The least he can do is try to be a bit more supportive, even if just the thought of this damn party and being forced to interact with people makes him physically ill.

“You? Difficult? Never.” He rolls his eyes at her sarcastic tone as she turns her body inward to his. “It’s okay. I know you’re not very…..social, but it’s just one party. And when everyone’s gone….it’s just you and me.”

Roman loves the sound of that. His dick stiffening at just the thought of her climbing on top and sitting on his fa—

“But until then, party first.” She bursts his bubbles, separating and motioning to the trays. “Now, food, please.”

Roman rolls his eyes but follows suit, reaching for the first set of food that smells delicious and has him tempted to just eat before everyone else arrives. He’s near the back door when she calls behind him.

“Muchas gracias, papi.”

It’s by the grace of God that he doesn’t drop the tray onto the floor. Truly. Because while Roman is far from fluent in Spanish, he’s picked up a few things. Learned some more since being married to Solana.

He knows muchas gracias is ‘thank you very much’.

And he knows that papi…..is ‘daddy’.

Solana just called him daddy.

Fuck.

A quick glance back in her direction reveals a small, coy smile. Intentional. She knows exactly what she just did.

He has to take a minute to compose himself.

This woman will easily be the end of him.

“Ain’t nobody sleeping tonight,” he says it loud enough so she can hear, the last thing filling his ears is her soft laughter.

————

“Mrs. Reigns.”

Solana has just finished pouring the pasta into the aluminum pan when she hears her name called by one of the security guards. Turning around, a huge smile falls onto her face as the guard steps aside.

“Melina!”

Solana’s smile is stapled as she carefully places the sizzling pot into the sink and runs a bit of water to prevent staining before shutting it off and heading in Melina’s direction.

A hug is initiated and a lack of tensing is prevalent in both women. The two of them just enjoying the embrace. Solana is the first to pull back, sharing, “I’m so happy you could make it.”

It’s been two weeks since they’ve last seen each other in person, since they completed residential treatment, but they’ve texted consistently since them. A couple FaceTime calls as well. With Cam and Mickie, too.

“Thanks for inviting me.” Melina’s smile isn’t as big, but it’s just as genuine. That’s just Melina. She looks around the house, eyes widening a bit. “Your house is beautiful.”

Solana starts to correct her. Starts to point out that it was Roman’s first. She just happened to move in when they got married, but she stops herself, because that’s not the truth. This is her home. Hers and Roman’s. It’s just as much hers now as it is his. So, she settles on a much better response, “thank you.” She motions to the kitchen. “You still willing to help me cook?”

Another thing they bonded over includes cooking. Something Melina loves just as much as Solana.

Melina smirks. “Of course.” She digs into her purse, pulling out the brand new bottle of Adobo seasoning. “Even brought an extra one, just in case.”

Solana gives a big sigh of relief. “I’m running low, too.” She was almost tempted to ask Roman to make a grocery run for her in the event the little she has left wasn’t enough to season the remaining food. “Now, I made most of the main dishes last night. It’s just some appetizers and desserts.”

“You want me to do the conchas and sopaipillas?”

“If you don’t mind?” It would help Solana out a ton. Especially since they’re the favorites of her husband and his ravenous cousins.

Melina shakes her head. “Of course not, just show me the apron.”

————

Mickie and Cam show up shortly after, but as both are not cooks and don’t hesitate to express as such, they’re relegated to finishing up some of the little things that need to be done in the backyard.

The Wise Man arrives as well, him and Roman disappearing in his office to discuss some work matters. At least, that would be Solana’s guess for their departure.

A little while later, the doorbell rings and Solana rushes over, excited that the bulk of the guests are preparing to arrive.

Roman happens to meet her at the same time she’s near the front door, only for her to pause when she overhears a voice.

Jey’s voice.

“.....and when we get up in this house, ya’ll better act right. Don’t break nothing. Don’t burn nothing. And that goes for each other, too. Ya’ll know how your uncle Roman is. He not gon’ hesitate to put us all out, and I’m not trying to have that happen, cause ya mama is refusing to fix dinner tonight, so we gon’ need to ea—Josiah! Did you just flip off your brother?”

“He’s being a dick!”

“Aye, don’t be using that kind of language. I’m not gon keep telling you that!” A pause. “Journee! What happened to the bow in your hair?”

“I don’t want a stinkin' bow!”

“Lil girl, I’m tired of you leaving the house looking homeless. Got people thinking I’m neglecting you and shit!”

“If we’re not supposed to say bad words, how come you can say bad words?”

Solana grabs Roman’s hand and pulls him so they can take a step back. “Are—are those his kids?”

“More like demons, but yes.” Solana gives him that disapproving look. “Hey, you wanted to invite them. I tried to tell you.”

Solana shakes her head. “They’re—they’re probably just having a bad day.”

“Every day is a bad day for them then.”

Solana slaps him on the arm and clears her throat. She takes one last look at Roman who’s giving her that ‘I tried to warn you’ look, which she discards to open the beautifully designed front door, a big smile on her face when she locks gazed with a grinning Jey.

“What’s up, Soso!” Before Solana can even process what’s happening, Jey is in front of her, hugging her, picking her up.

She’s almost moved on an emotional level at how this doesn’t trigger her, doesn’t cause her to tense up. Just feels like a warm embrace from a good friend.

From family.

Jey sets her down on the ground and compliments, “you look good, girl!” She smiles, biting down on her bottom lip. Compliments are still a bit of a struggle for her. Especially ones not from her husband. “We missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” Because she did. She missed them all. Solana sets her focus on the set of children, of various ages and sexes. Two girls and two boys who all look like their father in various ways, sans their complexions, which are a few shades deeper. “You must be—”

“Boobies!” Solana’s jaw drops at the exclamation of the boy who’s the tallest and probably oldest. His eyes are as wide, dazed, and mesmerized as he points to her chest. “They’re so big. Are they real?”

“Josiah Fatu!”

He ignores Jey’s harsh use of what Solana would guess is his name. “Can I feel them….” Solana goes to straighten up as the little boy starts to reach for her chest.

Roman is quick to yank Solana so her back is against his front, his arm wrapped protectively around her as she uses her own forearm to cover the cleavage showing with her dress. “You better get your son before I kill his ass, Jey!”

“I’m so sorry, Soso.” Jey apologizes and turns his attention to Josiah. “Boy, have you lost your damn mind?”

Josiah scowls. “You’re the one who said Aunt Solana has nice tits!”

“I was talking to your uncle Jeremiah, not you!” Jey clears his throat, nervous eyes briefly darting to Roman who Solana absolutely makes sure to hold onto. She can feel his anger growing by the second. “Uhh, let me—let me talk to him for a minute.” Jey then directs the kids, “ya’ll go on in the house, and remember what I said!”

Not even seconds later, the remaining three children dart into the home, Solana yelping and pressing herself into Roman to avoid being run into.

“Don’t be running in my damn house!” Roman calls after them, looking down at Solana as Jey drags Josiah away from the door and to the side. “You see what I’m saying now?”

Solana opens her mouth and then closes it, finally settling on, “they’re just excited an—”

She’s cut short by the sound of glass shattering. Her mouth shuts again as Roman closes his eyes. “Ro, just breathe—”

“What the hell did ya’ll just break?” Roman yells out, and she moves her hands soothingly up and down his chest. “Excited, my ass, Solana. I’m telling you. I’m going to kill one of these kids before the day is over.”

“Roman, you are not going to kill one of the kids,” Solana assures, bringing her hands to his face, forcing his gaze back on her. “It’s—it’s going to be fine. Remember, I—”

The sound of loud laughter and the quick patter of feet, both human and not human, redirect the couples attention as Dulce comes running up to her parents, seeking asylum from the little girls hot on her trail. Quickly, Solana leans down to pick up Dulce who instantly starts whining.

“Ya’ll leave the damn dog alone,” Roman warns, Solana using her elbow to lightly bump him for his tone.

“She’s just a puppy, so she gets scared a lot. That—that’s all.” Solana explains in a kind voice, recognizing they probably just want to pet her. “Maybe if—”

She’s silenced by two of the kids rushing past her and Roman, prompting him to remind them yet again, “I said stop running in my goddamn house!” Roman takes a step back from his wife, shaking his head. Fuck this. “Solana, I can’t do th—”

“Whassup, my dawgs!”

“Sami?” Roman is visibly confused and now even more annoyed at the presence of a genial looking Sami in their doorway “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I told Jimmy to invite him,” Solana explains, walking over while still holding Dulce who immediately stops whimpering when she sees Sami. “Hi, Sami. Thanks for coming!”

“Yeah, of course. I would never deny the Tribal Chief’s wife anything.” He says with a nervous thumbs up to Roman who still looks murderous. Sami nervously clears his throat, leaning down to look at Dulce. “And who is this?”

“This is Dulce,” Solana introduces and offers. “Would you like to hold her?”

“Of course!” Sami is careful with how he takes the puppy, who Solana notices immediately starts wagging her little tail. “Well, aren’t you just the cutest little thing? Well, yes you are.”

“Soso!” Solana looks past Sami to see Naomi and Jimmy, the latter of which bumps his wife out of the way to rush towards her for a hug. Similar to Jey, he picks her up and lightly spins her. “You finally out of lockdown!”

“Jimmy!”

Naomi looks horrified, shoving her husband before pulling Solana in for a hug. Roman just looks pissed. Meanwhile, Jimmy shrugs, sniffing the air. He claps his hands and rubs them together, “man, that food sure does smell good. I’m about to go fix my plate before—”

“No,” Solana interrupts, clarifying. “Kids eat first.”

“Kids?” Jimmy scowls as Sami walks in the house to the back, most likely to head out in the backyard, having handed Dulce to Roman. “Man, Jey’s bad ass kids can wait.”

“Solo is bringing his sons too.”

“He what?” Roman and Jimmy are synched, Solana and Naomi sharing an amused smile. Roman cuts in, asking, “Solana, you’ve never even met his kids.”

“I’ve never met his wife either, but I invited her too.” Solana explains, ready to try to help her husband understand it felt rude to her to invite Solo who, despite rockiness at some points, she has appreciated over the past months serving as her protector when Roman can’t, but not his family.

“Ahhh! Solana!” Bianca’s excited voice sounds, drawing the group's attention to not only her but Jade and their respective partners, Montez and Trick. Solana accepts the hugs and compliments from both ladies.

Montez lowers his sunglasses taking in the mansion, red solo cup in the other hand. “Damn. This how the Tribal Chief living? This shit nice as hell.”

“Gated and everything,” Trick chimes. Both men straighten up and clear their throats at Roman’s irritated, piercing gaze. Trick coughing up a quiet, “sir.”

Roman says nothing, the men following Jade and Bianca as Naomi directs them to the backyard.

“Oh my gosh!” Melina’s shocked voice sounds as she comes from the kitchen, pointing with a horrified expression. “What the hell is wrong with these children?”

At that, Roman demands Jimmy. “Get them.”

Jimmy shakes his head, running over, disappearing from the line of vision. “Hey! Ya’ll stop trying to kill the Wise Man!” Jimmy’s shout can be heard even if he can’t be seen. “Take that tie from around his neck right—are you recording? Girl, put that damn phone down right now!”

Melina walks over, clearly disturbed, Solana offering both her—and Roman—apologetic smiles.

“I hope they have some weed at this party. I haven’t gotten high in over 12 hours.”

“Mother, you will not get high at this party, do you understand me?”

“You know that old hag doesn’t listen.”

“Suck my dick, Escobar!”

“Abuelita, please!”

The remaining three adults, as well as Dulce, redirect their attention to the next set of arrivals. Bayley and her mother Juanita who are accompanied by a man Solana would guess is Bayley’s father as well as an older woman.

“Solana!” Bayley walks up to Solana, giving her a big, warm hug. One that Solana reciprocates with all the warmth in the world. “Melina?”

“Bayley?”

Confused, watching Bayley move to hug Melina, Solana asks, “you guys know each other?”

Bayley is the one to answer with a soft smile. “She’s been with my cousin Santos for years.” Bayley takes Melina’s hand in hers. “Practically family.”

Wow. That’s a connection Solana most definitely didn’t see coming.

Bayley's dad clears his throat, addressing Roman, “Thank you, sir, for allowing us in your beautiful home.”

“I didn—”

“You must be Bayley’s dad?” Solana cuts off her husband, already knowing he’s about to say something rude. Or worse. She offers her hand. “I’m Solana.”

The older man shifts his focus, accepting the handshake, offering his name as his eyes settle into something almost soft.

And sad.

Juanita steals a hug from Solana, holding onto her a bit as she asks her husband. “Bernardo, who does she look like? I know you’ll know!”

He smiles, but there’s nothing happy about it. “Alma.” Now Solana is the one frowning. “She looks like Alma.”

Instantly, Solana can feel Juanita’s energy shift, matching that of her husbands.

“Who the hell is that?” Roman’s annoyed voice cuts in as he switches Dulce from one arm to the other.

Bernardo gives a solemn nod, explaining, “My late brother’s daughter. She…..passed away many years ago.”

Oh.

“So, you’re saying my wife looks like a dead woman?”

“Roman!” Solana harshly whispers, though she’s also a bit unsure how to respond to that. “Umm—”

“Got any weed around here?” The older woman who Juanita shares the same eyes and lips with asks in a rough voice, adding on, “though the food smells pretty good too.”

“Mother, please.” Juanita shakes her head, apologizing. “I’m so sorry we had to bring her. She’d been staying at this nice nursing home we found for her, but she got kicked out….again.”

“This is the fourth damn one in six months,” Bernardo mutters.

“Didn’t even hit that bitch that hard,” Abuelita defends when her gaze suddenly falls to Roman. “Oh.” She walks over to him, her hand on his bicep, Solana seeing the instant look of disapproval and disgust that appears on his handsome face. “Now, you are a man, aren’t you?” Switching her attention to Solana, she so casually asks, “it’s big, isn’t it? Heavy too. I can tell by the way he stands.”

“Abuelita!” Bayley’s face is reddening by the second as she carefully grabs her grandma by the arm. “I’m just gonna take her out back.” She sends Roman an apologetic look and ushers Abuelita away as the older woman asks something about cocaine. Bernardo and Juanita follow suit with Melina excusing herself to check on Conchas.

Left alone with just her husband, Solana relieves him of Dulce, her sweet little baby nestling her head against Solana’s chest.

“Roman, please, you said you’d behave.”

“Well, that was before I found out you invited half the damn city,” is his counter as he asks, “Solana, just how many people did you invite?”

“Enough,” is her vague answer. She sighs at his unchanging expression of wanting to know. “Okay, I didn’t tell you how many because I knew you’d be annoyed.”

“I’m not—”

“And I made sure that Jimmy and Jey vetted everyone, so there wouldn’t be any safety concerns,” she offers, hoping that it ebbs away some of his frustration.

Roman has a lot of questions, but the most important one is the one he asks next. “Do they all know—”

“No,” she answers in a quiet voice. “Outside of like the obvious, they all just think it’s a get-together.”

Roman nods. That chips away some of his irritation. Solana’s mental health is not the business of all these damn people.

“Good.” Is all he says, reaching for Dulce. “It’s best she stay in our room. Away from—”

“Hey, Uce!” Jey suddenly sounds, standing by the still open front door. “You got a ladder or something? Journee ass on the damn roof!”

————

All things considered, it’s a fun time. Solana enjoys serving people and is granted a major confidence boost from all of the compliments she receives over her cooking. It truly warms her heart, almost as much as the seamless meeting and introduction of Bayley and Naomi to the rest of her new friend group: Cam, Mickie, and Melina.

The ladies all seem to get along well, so much so that the conversation and idea regarding a girls trip to Mexico isn’t even something that Solana has to bring up. Some of the other ladies do it for her.

And it’s beyond exciting to her.

The whole party is an ordeal. Mostly fun with some hiccups. Roman having to eventually delegate all of Jey’s……excited kids to staying in the backyard where they can be monitored. It’s an interesting juxtaposition. Jey’s kids with Solo’s children who are almost scarily obedient. Yes sir and no sir. Staying seated, almost afraid to interact with anyone other than their parents. Solo’s wife, Madi, is also not as friendly as Solana was hoping for, mostly staying with her quiet children. Her nose is turned up almost the entire time too, her arm looped with her husband’s.

Abuelita is placed in the house in the living room where she’s left to watch The Price is Right reruns after being upset at the lack of available substances outside of alcohol.

“What the fuck kind of Mafia boss doesn’t have any drugs in his house?”

It’s an especially fun time with the music, a combination of Rap, R&B, with, of course, Spanish music. The last of those creating many fun memories of Solana, Bayley, Melina and even Juanita sharing some classic Spanish dances with the other attendees.

Though there does reach a point where Roman not so subtly pulls Solana away from dancing, whispering something in her ear that’s far too NSFW with all the children present regarding her tempting him.

She stays by his side for a little bit after that, noticing how he really only interacts with herself, the twins, and the Wise Man.

That’s it.

Solana is starting to wonder if he really does hate people as much as he says he does.

A random little thing she does find kind of…..cute almost is the interaction between Nia and Bautista. There….there could be something there.

It’s not nearly as hilarious though as the interaction between the twins, Montez, and Trick. Trick and Jey somehow creating a new combination of ‘Yeet’ and ‘Whoop that Trick.’

Roman, as expected, is the only one not amused.

He actually looks like he’s in some form of physical pain.

The real challenge, however, is finding an activity that’s both appropriate and enjoyable for adults and children, especially with such a mixed group of people. Naturally, Uno is the first thing brought up, but logistically, that doesn’t work out for lack of enough cards for everyone. It’s also something that, according to Naomi and Bayley, would end up in probable murder given the competitiveness of the men. Bloodline and not.

A couple of additional ideas are thrown out before the vast majority settles on a simple, easy game of red light, green light.

At least….it was supposed to be easy.

“Damnit!” Bayley cusses as she and Jade are the next set of players to fail to make it to the next round. Jade rolls her eyes and mumbles something incoherent as she flips off Trick who makes a smart comment as she moves back by his side, taking her wine cooler from him.

Bayley comes near Solana who sits on Roman’s lap after having been eliminated in the last round. Of course, Roman opted to not participate, much rather keeping his eyes and focus on Jey’s kids who were also eliminated earlier on.

Especially a smiling Jayla as she sits there counting a surprising amount of money for a young child.

Huh.

Solana wonders where she got it from.

Bayley shakes her head, downing some more of her coca cola. Like Solana, she’s remained sober thus far. “Shit is hard.”

“Not really,” Roman comments without much consideration as he takes a sip of his beer. Solana doesn’t know what to make of the fact that the stressors of the party thus far have driven her husband to drink. Her husband who rarely ever drinks.

She’s most definitely going to have to make this up to him, though she has a good mind that he’s well ahead of her with that.

Bayley scoffs. “Whatever, Reigns.”

Solana subtly moves her hand on top of Roman’s free hand that’s placed on her stomach, his arm wrapped almost protectively around her.

She starts to lean into his strong chest but ultimately decides against it, mindful of the image. Cognizant of the fact that their current position simply looks like the possessive Tribal Chief making known what belongs to him. A necessity given not everyone present is privy to the fact the marriage between the two of them is so much more than a business transaction, an arrangement common to their world.

It’s real.

As real as their feelings and love for each other.

“Red light!” Sami calls out. As a self proclaimed ‘master strategist,’ he was easily voted as the one to judge who does and does not make it to the next round. He starts listing off the names of people who moved afterwards. Two of Solo’s sons, Cam, Montez, Carmelo, and Jey.

The almost drunk latter of which is not pleased by.

At all.

Jey sucks his teeth. “Whatchu’ mean I’m out?” Deep scowl on his face, he argues. “I didn’t even move.”

A group of disagreement sounds, including Roman who says so matter-of-factly, “you moved, Jey.”

“Uce, listen, it’s all good. Maybe in the next game—”

“I said I didn’t move!” Jey snaps, cutting off Sami’s attempt at normalizing his elimination. “Now, let’s keep going.”

Sami walks over and almost nervously runs his hand through his unruly hair. “Jey, man, you—you got eliminated—”

“Imma eliminate your ass if you don’t get the fuck away from me!” Jey’s growing aggressiveness seems to capture the focus of the attendees, current and former players alike. ��I don’t know why you’re even here!”

Sami’s eyes go wide as he gestures to himself. “Me? I—” He points toward Solana who has a small frown on her face, seeing where this is headed. “Soso—”

That’s clearly the wrong thing to say, a visibly inebriated Jey snapping yet again, “aye, you don’t call her that! She not your family, motherfucker!.”

Jimmy rolls his eyes, calling out as he prepares yet another plate of food. “Fool, would you calm your ass down.”

“Naw, cause I’m sick of this shit. Sick of him acting like he one of us!”

“Hey, I’m just as much Bloodline as you, Uce!”

Jey shoves Sami, forcing the other man to the ground. “Call me that one more time, and Imma lay your homeless looking ass out!”

Roman’s heavy sigh comes from underneath Solana as he lightly taps her stomach, prompting her to get up so he can stand. She does so, watching him roll his big shoulders and walk over to the now arguing men, deep voice declaring, “enough!”

At that, not a single watchful eye isn’t on Roman. The Tribal Chief. “I’m sick of this shit with the both of ya’ll. You want to act like kids? Then I’m gon’ treat you like kids.” Solana swallows. Everything about her husband is so commanding and powerful. From the way he stands, to the way he speaks, even his presence. One knows who he is without even needing to really know who he is. “I don’t believe in airing shit out in public. I believe in handling it like men or in the ring, but since you two can’t seem to do that, I want you to lay it all out because I want this problem fixed. Right now.” Roman ends his speech with an almost growl, the Wise Man rushing over as Roman turns away, his back toward Jey and Sami, head down, hands clasped together.

Power.

A wide eyed Paul looks between the other men, “the—the Tribal Chief said—”

“Of course,” Sami cuts him off, standing again and looking down a bit as he seems to struggle with how to start. “Well, uhh, okay, umm.” Solana briefly surveys the backyard. From the youngest to the oldest, all eyes are on the scene before her. “I’ll be the first to admit, there’s been a bit of a communication breakdown as of late, and it’s been pretty specifically with Jey, but I gotta be honest, I don’t understand exactly what’s going on here.” Solana neither. She just suddenly remembers it was Jey and Sami who got into it during WarGames all those months ago and still haven’t seemed to hash it out. “I–I like you. Man, I like you. I’ve always liked you. But, it seems ever since I joined the Bloodline, I don’t know what it is, but it seems you can’t seem to stand me, and I don’t understand it.” He motions to Jimmy who’s eating. “Jimmy seems fine.” He points out to each man that he begins to list. “Solo seems fine. The Tribal Chief seems fine. The Wise Man seems….not fine, but that’s okay. Everyone, for the most part, seems fine except you, and I don’t know what I did to offend you. I really don’t. But, whatever I did to offend you, but whatever it is, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry.” He shakes his head. “I just don’t want this to keep going on like this anymore.” He steps closer to Jey. “Seriously, I’m sorry. Whatever I did. I’m sorry. So, can we just be cool? Can we bury the hatchet once and for all?” Sami now has his hand extended to Jey. A peace offering, of sorts.

Solana finds herself waiting with a withheld breath, Bayley beside her, watching just as keenly as she is.

It’s a good minute before Jey speaks. “Sami, you got about two seconds to get that out my face.” There’s a chorus of hushed reactions around the yard, Solana sighing heavily. So much for peace. “I don’t like you.” That much, to anyone with good eyes, is painfully obvious. “I don’t like your hair. I don’t like your face. I don’t like that shirt you wearing.” Solana can admit she found the black shirt with ‘the honorary uce’ written in red letters a bit….much. “Hey, hey! I don’t like you being around my family every single week. My dawg this, My dawg that.” Jey mocks, anger rising in his tone and body language. “How you think you part of the Bloodline, and you ain’t blood!” Solana swallows, redirecting her attention to Roman who has his eyes closed. She can see it. His own wrath growing at his clear directions not being followed. This problem is far from moving in the direction of fixing. “Newsflash for you, Sami. You never will be, Uce. You don’t belong here.” Solana looks back over at Sami, feeling bad for him. To be talked to like this in front of everyone has to be embarrassing. It also makes her feel personally responsible, to some extent.

She maybe shouldn’t have invited him. Especially if she knew how tense things were between him and Jey.

“Don’t nobody in this group like you. I’m just the realest one to say it out loud. You’s a fake ass, Uce.” Damn. “You know what the difference between you and me is? I shed blood for every single one of my family members here, because it’s my family! Not yours!” Silence. “Would you do it? Huh? Would you? I’m asking you a question! Would you—”

‘Why are you yelling at me, huh?” Sami finally cuts in, raising his voice a little as well. “Why are you yelling at me? I’m trying to make peace!” He’s outright shouting at this point, face turning red from his own escalating anger. He then points to Roman. “The Tribal Chief said he wants peace!”

“Man, I don’t give a damn what the Tribal Chief say!”

Solana can’t look at Roman fast enough. Her eyes widening in alarm as his head shoots up, his expression something both shocked and cold. Solana doesn’t rip her gaze from him, seeing how he slowly turns his head and then his body in the direction of Jey, who doesn’t look nearly as terrified as everyone else seems right now.

She’s almost certain she hears Montez mumble something about, “oh, that nigga dead now for sure.” Trick murmuring back, "rip to the homie. yeet for life."

Roman’s fury is palpable, felt and stretched across the spacious backyard. He’ livid. Naturally, she moves to go by him, to try to calm him down. Irritation is one thing, like his annoyance with the party. But, this is something different. Deeper. Heavier.

She doesn’t like seeing him this upset. It worries her for his blood pressure.

However, Bayley suddenly reaches for her, stopping her, subtly shaking her head. Solana starts to pull away when it hits her.

She can’t interfere.

Because if Roman were to back or even calm down because of her, it would reveal the influence she has on him. It would expose some depth of his feelings for her, and that can’t happen. For a variety of reasons. So, she remains where she is, despite the coiling in her stomach.

She lets the Tribal Chief do what needs to be done.

Sami, surprisingly, is the one to try to interfere as Roman steps closer and closer to Jey, big shoulders squaring, fist forming at his side. “Hey, uhh, My Tribal Chief, Jey didn’t—he didn’t mean that. He just—” Sami is silenced by Roman shoving him nearly across the damn yard, the man tumbling to his bottom looking even more flustered.

But, the focus isn’t on him for long, because before Solana can even process what’s happening, Roman is on Jey. Tackled to the ground, Jey is suddenly under the onslaught of Roman’s heavy fist raining blow on top of blow onto him.

Solana is momentarily taken off guard, briefly in a state of shock, both at what’s unfolding before her but also the lack of anyone trying to intervene. Even Jimmy. Even Jey’s kids who Naomi tries to herd and steer from seeing their father being so brutally beaten.

She doesn’t know how to feel, what to think, or how to respond. A part of her wants to call out for her husband, try to pull him from his fit of rage, but it’s when she thinks about it, really thinks about, she knows she can’t.

She could, but it would only make things worse.

Solana hates this for Jey, hates this for her husband, hates this for both of them.

But……she also knows that Jey messed up. Really messed up. To say something so disrespectful is one thing, but to say it so loudly and boldly in front of a group of people is an entirely different ballpark.

Jey publicly disrespected Roman. Disrespected his Tribal Chief in front of people, thus Roman has to address it properly.

And violently.

Jey’s coughing up blood as Roman stomps on his ribs. She has to turn her head, to look away. This is the side of Roman she knows exists but would rather never see. The same way she knows he would prefer she never see either.

“Acknowledge me!” His furious voice travels through the yard and penetrates everyone’s five senses. It also makes Solana realize he’s been saying as such for the past few minutes. Demanding it. “Now!”

Jey is beaten pretty badly, blood spilling from his nose and seeped in between his teeth as he opens his mouth. It’s an ugly thing. All of it. And Solana notices the slight snarl of his lip before he forces out, “I—I acknowledge you—” he coughs up a mixture of phlegm and blood. “My Tribal Chief.”

Roman’s heaving, hulking figure straightens, his hair now down, having come out of his bun. The next thing to come out of his mouth sending chills down her spine. “If you ever disrespect me like that again, I’ll kill you.”

Solana doesn’t want to believe he’s being honest. That he’s telling the truth. She’d prefer to believe that he’s putting on a show of sorts, because he has to. Because he has to show his dominance. But, there’s a part of her that knows he’s not lying.

He means that.

Roman doesn’t look her way as he announces to the crowd, “party’s over!” She wants to be surprised at that, but she’s not. Maybe a bit disappointed. But, not surprised. “Everyone get the hell out of my house!”

He keeps his focus on the house and motions for the Wise Man to follow him as he stomps out, again without sparing her a single look.

Roman only needs to speak once, Solana seeing the people starting to throw their trash away as they clearly prepare to depart.

“This is my fault,” Solana finally speaks, turning to Bayley. Shaking her head, eyes watering, she shares, “I should have never—”

“Solana, it wasn’t your fault.” Bayley places her hands on Solana’s shoulders, explaining. “Jey….Jey should have known better than to say some dumb shit like that. I thought they were past all that.”

At that, Solana frowns, catching out the corner of her eye as Naomi and Jimmy tend to Jey. “What do you mean?”

“Years ago, like when they were in their twenties, Jey and Roman hit some sort of rough patch. I don’t know all the details, just what Naomi told me. But, I guess Jey was being difficult and almost testing Roman, in private and in front of other Bloodline members. It got to the point where Jey even challenged Roman for the title as Tribal Chief.”

Solana gasps. That’s the last thing she expected to hear. Even more surprising than the brutal beatdown she just witnessed. “What?”

Bayley nodded. “It was an in-ring fight, something to do with their Samoan traditions. Obviously, Roman won, and Jey officially acknowledged him. They’ve been fine since then, so I don’t know where that came from or what inspired it, probably the alcohol, but….just know it wasn’t your fault, and I’m sure Roman hated he had to do that in front of you, but he couldn’t just let Jey disrespect him like that.” And then, clearly wanting Solana to understand that Jey actually got off easy, she adds, “if he wasn’t family, Roman would have killed him. He wouldn’t have had a choice.”

And if that was the alternative, Solana is filled with an overwhelming amount of appreciation for what just transpired.

The lesser of two evils.

“This was exciting!” Abuelita’s enthusiastic tone sounds from beside them, Solana seeing her accompanied by Juanita and Bernardo. “That husband of yours is a beast.” It’s said in an almost complimentary tone.

Bayley rolls her eyes. “Abuelita, please.” She shakes her head, asking Solana, “do you want me to stay behind and help you clean up?”

She thinks about it for a moment, remembering that Roman already arranged to have a cleaning crew handle outside. Inside is relatively easy to tackle. Definitely something she can handle on her own. “No. That’s okay…..I’ve got it.”

Bayley nods and reminds Solana to call her if she needs anything, the Tribal Chief's wife bidding farewell to some of the other attendees before briefly bringing her attention back to Jey.

Solana happens to catch Solo saying something to Jey, prompting the latter to shove his little brother. Jimmy jumps in, ushering Jey away while Solo smirks.

She’s curious about whatever it is that Solo said, but she’s mostly focused on Jey. For someone who was objectively in the wrong, he doesn’t look remorseful or contrite.

He looks angry.

————

It’s after everyone has left that Solana seeks out her husband. An intentional thing because she also wants to grant him some space to calm himself down.

He’s in the bathroom, in the shower, based upon the sound of the running water.

A glance at Dulce who’s sleeping peacefully in her bed, Solana hasn’t the slightest clue what drives her to go for the hem of her dress as she pulls it up and over her head. It falls to the floor as she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, also allowing it to fall to the floor. And finally, with a deep breath, she slides her underwear down her legs, letting them join the rest of her clothes.

Stepping out of her shoes, she moves in the direction of the bathroom door, completely ignoring all sudden insecurity regarding her nakedness. Solana closes her eyes and swallows as she carefully opens the door, walking in, eyes shifting to the shower.

As expected, he’s standing there under the running water, back toward her, hands braced against the wall, head dropped.

Solana frowns. She can practically feel his distress.

Closing the door behind her, Solana is intentional about her footsteps, doing her best not to catch his attention. Something that’s highly unlikely but exactly what happens. Even as she steps into the spacious shower, water instantly drenching her just as much as it soaks him due to the several showerheads.

She’s nearly inches away when he turns around, harsh expression instantly melting into something of shock and confusion. Her lips go dry as his gaze briefly drops to her naked body, water droplets rolling off her heavy breast and down the slope of her pudgy belly.

“Solana….” His eyes shut as she moves toward him. Her hands rest on his chest, as she chews on her bottom lip. “I’m—I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” she cuts him off, shaking her head as the water continues to soak her hair, weighing it down just as much as his. “You don’t—it’s okay.”

Eyes opening, his expression is as pained as his voice. “I don’t like you seeing that side of me….”

She knows. Knows that he’s always tried to be mindful of his temper around her, tried to always and only show her the caring side reserved just for her. But, that’s just it. “There’s no side of you that I don’t love, Roman.”

Because it’s the truth.

Because if there’s one thing that Solana has learned, especially after meeting and speaking with Fetu, it’s that Roman never stood a chance. From a young child, he was groomed and tailored into the killer he is now. He wasn’t given the space and freedom to ever be anything but the best and to be unfeeling. She’s happy that with her, he has some escape, but she also knows that majority of the time, he can’t be that.

He has to be the Head of the Table.

And that’s exactly who he was in this situation.

Who he had to be.

The Tribal Chief.

“I’m not scared of you, Roman…” She murmurs, wondering if that’s part of the concern. She moves her hands to his cheek, stressing, “I could never be scared of you.”

He seems relieved by that. But, still torn. Solana’s stomach coils a bit as he moves his hands to her waist and pulls her against him. Her eyes shut feeling his impressive length, even in a flaccid state, against her stomach.

It gives her an idea.

Dropping one hand and venturing it down his chiseled, wet body, Solana shoves away her nerves as she touches him, wraps her fingers around him as best she can given his girth.

Roman hisses, eyes closing again. “Solana….”

He’s so good to her, always so good to her. She just wants to return the favor. Wants to take away some of his burdens the same way he never hesitates to take away hers.

Gradually sliding her hand down his dick, feeling his grip on her hips tightening—as well as the hardening in her hand—she licks her lips and murmurs a simple request.

“Show me how to please you……”

————

After their lovemaking in the shower, Solana manages to encourage Roman to take a nap, recognizing his exhaustion from the day’s events. Something he only agrees to because she agrees to nap with him. Not that much of a sacrifice considering she’s probably just as exhausted as him.

And it’s clearly much needed sleep for her husband who doesn’t even stir when she moves to take Dulce outside to pee.

It just so happens that Solana is about to ascend the staircase, Dulce ahead of her and already heading back to the room courtesy of Jimmy teaching her how to go up and down the steps, that she hears the doorbell. She pauses on the first step, quickly and mentally going over who could be ringing their doorbell at almost 10pm at night.

She starts to ignore it, not sure if it’s a good idea to open it, but Solana also remembers the gate. The secured gate as well as security that constantly patrols the premises. No one who Roman wouldn’t want getting past, for safety reasons, would be ringing their doorbell.

Especially this late.

It’s why she eventually settles on closing her up the front of her robe and walking over to the door, opening it. And when she does, she’s instantly wondering if it was a good idea. Two men. Both tall. Very tall. Built. One moderately more built than the other. Both their complexions are tanned, but the man with the bald head wearing expensive looking glasses and half a sleeve that peeks through his short sleeve polo is a brick.

Solana has always thought Roman to be muscular, but this man could give her husband a run for his money.

It’s the other man though, long hair pulled back in a slightly messy bun. Similar to how Roman keeps his hair. It’s as he lifts his sunglasses from off his face and sets it atop of his head that she sees something so familiar.

Eerily familiar.

“Hi.” She finally finds her voice, clearing her throat as she asks, “can I help you with something?”

“We’re looking for Roman.” The familiar looking one speaks with a slightly thick accent as he asks with a small smirk. “Is he home?”

Solana’s not sure where it comes from, but something almost protective fills her as her grip on the door tightens just a bit. “What—what do you want with my husband?”

The slightly taller one smiles “Solana.” He lazily rakes his eyes over her in a way that’s not objectively problematic but makes her shift her weight from one leg to the other. “Of course.” She’s not sure how to feel about him knowing who she is, but it’s a short lived concern, because not even a full minute later, a welcome familiarity appears.

“Sol.” Roman’s deep voice calls her attention, startling her. She turns around to see him only a few steps above the ground, shirtless, wearing only dark joggers. Slowly, he steps down to the floor and she naturally moves beside him. Solana holds onto his arm as he focuses his attention on the two men. His face shifts into something of surprise. “What the hell are you two doing here?”

The one who identified her by name chuckles. “Good to see you too, cousin.”

Solana frowns.

Cousin?

“Solana.” He looks down for a second, gesturing to the other two. “These are my….my cousins. Dwayne and Matteo.”

There’s a brief look of something in Matteo’s face, something that’s pushed away as he offers an almost charismatic smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Solana.” His eyes twinkle almost as he asks. “Solana….that’s Spanish, right? Sunshine?”

Her smile is a bit less reluctant to appear. He seems so…..pleasant. “It is. Do you speak it?”

“I do. One of the languages I picked up in my younger years. A beautiful language.”

She’s taken back by him speaking to her in Spanish but naturally, she responds in the same language. “Yes, it is. You speak it well.”

“Well, thank you. I take it you are native?”

She nods. “My mom was Mexican. She taught me.”

“What the fuck are you saying to her?” Roman cuts in, irritation present in his deep voice. “Speak English.” She keeps herself from rolling her eyes. A playful thing in intention but something that could be perceived as disrespectful, she’s certain. “Answer my question. What are you doing here?”

Solana is also partially curious what could have apparent cousins at their front door at such an hour. Something tells her it’s nothing good.

“We need to talk.” Dwayne answers, smile wiped from his face, tone solid and firm.

Solana looks up when she feels Roman tap her hip. Voice dipping a bit in volume, he instructs, “go upstairs.”

She’s not sure why, but there’s a level of anxiety that forms following his instruction. It makes sense. He clearly needs to talk business, and that’s something she doesn’t need to be present for. But, there’s something about leaving him alone with these two random men that makes her feel scared.

Scared for him.

She doesn’t want to leave him.

Roman must recognize this, thumb gently and subtly moving over her hip. “Go.” It’s firmer this time around, but she hears it. Hears the unspoken please in it.

Nodding, she offers Dwayne and Matteo a small smile. “It–it was nice meeting you.”

“Oh, I’m sure it won’t be the last time,” Matteo answers, eyes briefly flicking to Roman. “We are family, after all.”

Solana sees the slight snarl of Roman’s lip and almost palms his cheek, a comforting gesture when she remembers where they are and who they’re in front of. Clearing her throat, she instead takes heed to his guidance, moving up the steps and into their bedroom where she closes the door.

Solana is barely out of the line of vision when Dwayne, who had his eyes glued on her retreating figure, the switch of her hips and sway of her ass the entire time, comments to Roman, “I see why you haven’t come yet.” He smirks, heading in the direction of Roman’s office. “At least not to Italy.”

Roman gives a chuckling Matteo a look that could kill, if possible, walking without another word to his office where Dwayne already sits, plopped on the sofa.

“What happened?” Is the first thing Roman asks after sitting down at his desk. Because Dwayne wouldn’t have come all this damn way for something that could be covered in a phone or video call.

Matteo smirks. “Maybe he missed home.”

Roman glares. It’s bad enough he has to be around him at his official office but now the fucker is in his home too. Today has just been a complete shitshow. “And maybe I should put a fucking bullet in your head.”

Dwayne sighs. “Brothers.” But, before Roman can spear him through the nearest wall, Dwayne gets to business. “We have a problem.”

“Obviously,” Roman hisses. “What is the problem is is what I want to know.”

“We had a shipment infiltrated. Stolen. 7 figures worth of arms. Eight men killed,” Matteo explains, cutting right to the chase as he sits in the chair opposite Roman’s desk. “IT found a phone on the scene. Russian.”

“The Russians?” At that, Roman scowls. “That doesn’t even make any sense. Our alliance with them has been strong for almost twenty years. Why would Knyazev risk that?”

Anatoly Knyazev. Leader of the Russian mob, the same man Roman secured and formed an alliance with as one of his first accomplishments as Capo. The older man is smart, seasoned, and practical, for all things considered. He rules ruthlessly but wisely. For them to interfere in Cosa Nostra business makes no sense whatsoever.

“I agree,” Matteo voices. “But, the administration isn’t happy. The loss of product is one thing, but our men’s blood being spilled is another thing entirely.”

Roman curses quietly. Product can be replaced. Lives can’t. And while Roman feels nothing of the sort, the Administration views any and all members of the Cosa Nostra as family. From the little man to their top assassins. Loss of life is something they don’t stand for.

At all.

“They want vengeance,” Dwayne supplies, clearly reading Roman’s mind.

“They’re not going to do shit,” Roman growls, slamming his fist on the table. “The last thing we need is a war with our biggest ally.”

Especially with very little proof outside of a damn phone that very well could have been staged, which is exactly what Roman is betting on.

“I agree,” Dwayne sounds, “but guess who’s going around trying to instigate?”

Roman doesn’t even have to think. “Luca.” This fucker has always been annoying, even in the few interactions Roman had with him, but now he’s older and even more annoying. Starting shit that Roman is going to have to deal with, and if there’s one thing Roman hates, it’s having to clean up other people’s messes.

Matteo nods, leaning forward in his chair. “I told you. He wants you out. Bad. Personally, I think he was behind it.” Roman’s intrigue must show, his desire to hear more, proven by his continued silence. The other man explains. “You were right in that the business is the best it’s ever been under your command, but if he can change that, can make it seem like we’re starting to fall off the top of the food chain. Make it seem like you don’t care about the Cosa Nostra—”

“He can make a case to uproot me,” Roman finishes in a dark tone.

“Or worse,” Dwayne adds, shaking his head. “Look, Roman. It’s obvious there’s some shit going on that we haven’t figured out, but until then, we have to be careful. Matteo and I are the only ones who seem to find the Russians deciding to start shit after years of partnership fishy. And to be honest, we need to keep it that way. Keep our speculation between us, because we don’t know who we can trust. Especially with Luca’s ass in the background scheming.” Dwayne leans back in his seat. “The Administration wants a briefing though. Wants to know how we proceed. If we strike back. And they’re not going to want to hear shit from the mixed breeds. At least not Matteo and I.”

Roman looks away, already knowing what’s coming.

“You need to go there. Make a statement. Not a phone call or video conference. In person. Make your orders clear. Reaffirm and remind them that you’re the Capo.” Matteo isn’t saying anything Roman doesn’t already know. Not that makes hearing it any better. “You can’t push this off anymore, Roman.”

“He’s right,” Dwayne agrees. “The longer you wait, the more it looks like your priorities are for the Bloodline only. That you’re only capable of running one, meaning it’s time for new leadership.”

His words drip with a truth that only has Roman’s anger rising. “Unfortunately, because it’s clear there’s an uprising brewing, you coming now puts you at higher risk for an assassination attempt. You’ll have to travel covertly. I’ll take care of that. I just need you to get on the damn plane.”

None of that is surprising as Roman provides his timeline. “Two weeks.” Both Matteo and Dwayne seemed far from pleased at this. Oh fucking well. “I have Bloodline business to handle next week. I can leave the week after.”

It’s not a lie. Jey’s little stunt will require a more public display of dominance, and what better way to remind everyone of who runs things than a public execution?

It’s time to grant Drew MCIntyre that match he’s been so desperate to have. Roman having his Wise Man make the arrangements earlier following Jey’s outburst.

“Fine. Two weeks,” Matteo relents. As if he had a choice. “You’ll need to stick around at least a week. Or two. A day or two appearance will give off the indication you’re uninterested and being performative.” Again, not something Roman doesn’t already know, but again again, there’s an issue. A huge issue.

Solana.

It’s only been two weeks since she completed treatment and returned home from the residential facility. But, in those two weeks she’s expressed on several occasions the best thing about being back home is being with him.

With Roman.

And now he has to leave her. Has to handle business. Dangerous business. A situation that could very well end up in some type of attempt on his life.

That doesn’t bother him. Roman’s been attacked and the subject of assassination attempts his whole damn life. It’s almost boring to him at this point.

What does bother him, however, is Solana knowing about this. Knowing the real reason why he has to fly halfway across the world seemingly out of nowhere.

Which is why she can’t know.

He can’t and won’t put that on her. She already worries about him. If she knew the real reason for the trip, she’d be terrified and beg him to not go. And not going simply isn’t an option anymore. He’s almost wishing he had just gone before.

It might have been a hell of a lot easier leaving her then compared to now when there’s so much more at stake.

Fuck.

“This conversation needs to remain between the three of us. No one else.” Matteo’s reminder irks Roman. He’s not fucking stupid.

Dwayne senses Roman is about to say some out of pocket shit, cutting in, “Matteo. You said you may have some contacts to further investigate what really happened with the shipment, right? Reach out. See what you can find.”

Matteo nods, smirk on his handsome face. “Already on it.”

Dwayne mirrors his expression. “Good.” He then gestures to Roman. “Let me talk to this asshole alone, please.”

Matteo scoffs quietly, standing up and adjusting his collar. “My pleasure.” He shoots his younger, half brother a wry grin. “Your wife is much better company than you.”

Roman shoots up from his desk, wanting to pitch something after Matteo’s laughing, retreating form.

“I like that guy,” Dwayne also laughs, lifting his hands in a surrender motion when Roman directs his murderous gaze to him. “Still a sensitive subject, I see.”

Roman plops back down in his chair, looking off as he asks his cousin, “you trust him?”

Dwayne’s answer is almost an instantaneous thing. “Wouldn’t have sent him here or brought him to your house if I didn’t.” It’s similar to his response when Roman first inquired about Matteo being sent as the ‘spy’ for the Cosa Nostra. “We’re gonna have to play this careful, Roman. I can’t describe it yet, but I got a feeling some shit is about to go down.”

Roman doesn't say anything, but that doesn’t mean he’s not listening. Not planning. Strategizing.

“Solana….” The change in subject takes him a bit by surprise. “How she doing?”

Discussing certain details regarding Solana and her mental health is something few are privy to. Roman can count on one, maybe two hands who knew Solana has been away receiving mental health treatment. To most, she was hurt and shot that night at the lounge and has been away recovering. That’s the story Roman wanted put out in an effort to protect her privacy.

But, Dwayne is one of those few who knows the truth about where she’s been.

And why she was there.

“Better.” A part of him wants to say much better, because she seems that way, but he also doesn’t want to get too comfortable. To let his guard down. “She said it helped a lot. Medication seems to be making a difference too.”

“Good. She seems sweet.”

“She is.” The kindest person Roman has ever met. Much too kind for someone like him.

Dwayne sits back in his seat, wolfish grin on his face. “That’s a fine woman you got there, brotha.” And just like that, Roman’s older cousin is teetering the thin line between life and death. “Not sure I’d want to leave her either.” Brows furrowed, Dwayne asks, “what’s the Bloodline business?”

Roman quickly catches his cousin up on today’s events. Jey’s disrespect, mostly.

Dwayne’s response, however, is another thing Roman wasn’t entirely expecting. “You did what you had to do. Jey knows how this goes. He brought it on himself.”

There’s not a ton of disagreement there. Doesn’t make him feel much better about it though.

“Well,” Dwayne releases a heavy sigh, standing up after slapping his thighs. “I better get out of here. That son of a bitch Austin owes me a beer.”

Roman chuckles. “Just one?”

Dwayne’s smile is as mischievous as whatever he has planned once walking out that door. “Or two.”

A smile breaks on Roman’s face as he stands up, sharing a brief hug with his cousin. He has a strong feeling the next time he sees him will be on Italian soil. “Be safe.”

“I’m not the one with a bounty over my head, brotha.” It’s both comical and serious at the same time, in only the way Dwayne can achieve. “Tell that fine ass wife of yours I said goodnight.”

At that, Roman cuts his eyes, shoving his chuckling cousin away. “Shut the fuck up.”

Giving himself a few minutes to settle and push away any sign of stress or frustration, it’s not until about ten minutes later that he returns to the bedroom.

Roman is unsurprised to find Solana sitting on the middle of the bed, earbuds in, writing away in her journal. However, she’s almost immediately aware of his presence, ripping out those same buds and shutting her notebook. She’s instantly climbing off the bed and walking over to him.

“Are you okay?” Her hands ghost over his arms, as if she’s trying to feel for some sort of injury. “What was that about?”

He shrugs. “Just business stuff.” Not a lie. Just a very vague answer.

“This late?” Truth be told, the work never stops in this life, but he knows that’s not exactly what she’s referring to. “It’s—it’s something bad, isn’t it?”

“No.” The answer—a lie—comes out much easier and smoother than he’d like it to. “Just something that needs to be handled, and I’ll handle it.”

“But—”

“Hey.” He brings his hands to her waist, sneaking them past the open robe she wears, partially wanting to take it off her entirely. The two piece pajamas she has on deserve to be seen and not cloaked in any way. “Everything’s okay. Alright?”

She still looks concerned, and he hates that. Hates all of this. The lying to her, especially. “You would….you would tell me if it wasn’t….right?”

No.

That’s what he wants to say. The truth. Roman would and will absolutely keep anything and everything from her if it meant/means keeping her safe. Even if it makes her upset with him. He’ll deal with that.

He’ll take it any day, because her safety is the most important thing to him.

Mentally and physically.

“Yes.” Even if it makes him have an almost visceral reaction at having to lie to her like this. Even if it is for the better. “But nothing’s wrong, so there’s no need to worry, alright?”

He needs to tell her about the trip. That he has to leave in two weeks. There’s definitely no way around that, but it doesn’t need to happen tonight. Especially when he needs to work out the details and logistics, because Roman’s been administering Solana’s medication to her every morning since her release. She doesn’t even know where he keeps it, where he keeps any of the prescription and OTC pills in the house. Because he has them all hidden, something he’s not sure he’ll ever feel ready enough to change.

He also takes her to her continued weekly therapy appointments with Gail.

All of that can’t be interrupted with his absence, but the same person he called before to stay with her while he was gone to see his aunt is the same person he still holds partially responsible for Solana’s attempt in the first place.

Bayley.

Roman won’t make that mistake ever again.

So, until all of that is figured out, he’ll say nothing.

Plus, he already feels bad enough for ruining her party. No need to ruin her night as well.

At least with the party thing, he can make that up. He will make that up. Even if it means what he has planned including more people than he originally accounted for. The thought alone is far from exciting, but he’s determined to do right by her this time around.

Even if it does mean forcing himself to behave.

Somewhat.

Solana is visibly less anxious, but the remaining apprehension seems to melt away the minute she presses herself into his chest. She’s instantly relaxed and so is he. Having her in his arms seems to give him just as much comfort as she gets from it.

“Roman?”

He runs his hand across her back. “Hmm?”

Peering up at him is a mixture of skepticism and worry. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Not exactly. “You said you’d try talking to me more.”

He did. And he will, but the full extent of what is now on his plate is a weight he can’t and won’t share with her. He won’t burden her with his woes.

He can, however, give her something.

“Jey…..” Because that’s most definitely not a lie. The shit with Jey was the last thing he expected to happen today. Almost as unexpected as Dwayne’s visit. “The twins annoy me majority of the time, but they’re still….still my family.”

“You didn’t want to do that, Roman.” Solana is suddenly comforting him, her soft voice offering what he already knows to be true but appreciates hearing. “You……you didn’t have a choice. Jey….Jey should understand, right?”

“Should.” There’s a conflicted hint to his voice, because Jey should have known better than to disrespect Roman like that in front of an audience. Because truth be told, Roman would not have responded so violently had it even just been the usual group of Naomi, Bayley, and Jimmy. Even the Wise Man. Roman would have preferred a different, less physical route, but that wasn’t an option. The ‘choice’ Roman made was really the only choice he could make without looking weak in front of others.

Solana hugs him a little tighter, continuing to put him on a pedestal he has no business being on. “You’re a good man, Roman. I know….I know you don’t believe it, but you are.”

That’s because she has no idea a fraction of the things that he’s done. If she truly knew the horrors he’s committed over the years, the lives he’s taken, she’d never look at him the same.

He sometimes wonders if she’d even still feel the same way.

If she’d still love him.

Solana leans up and kisses his cheek before taking his hand in hers. Sliding her robe off and tossing it onto the bed, she murmurs, “let’s go to bed.” Roman wordlessly follows her over to the California King bed, watching her move her journal and case for her earbuds onto the nightstand as she pulls him down with her. Naturally, Solana falls into their go-to sleeping position. Her body nearly on top of his, her arm sprawled across his abdomen and her head on his chest.

She’s partially soothed by the way he keeps his hand planted on the small of her back. Partially because something tells her Roman isn’t being entirely honest about whatever conversation he had with his cousins she’s never even heard of until this evening. In all the time they’ve been together, she doesn’t remember once anyone ever coming to their home this late to discuss business.

Maybe a phone call.

Never an in-person visit.

A part of her wants to push him on it, but she also knows the Jey situation is still bothering him, so she doesn’t want to overwhelm him.

But, the other part, maybe an even bigger part doesn’t want to because it feels hypocritical. Him to be honest with her when she’s not being entirely honest with him. When she actually wanted to tell him something instead of asking again if he’s alright.

A split second decision being made to keep certain information to herself until she’s 100% sure, because she knows that he’ll most likely have to inform the Elders he’s spoken about a couple of times. And the last thing she wants is to send him with a message that ends up being a false alarm.

Because her period has been late before. Sometimes up to two weeks late. It’s just that this is the first time it’s been late with her being sexually active. With her having regular sex with her husband as a potential variable. Regular, unprotected sex.

But again, she’s not certain. Wants to give it a little while longer before she finally pulls out one of the pregnancy tests she’s had collecting dust in one of the cabinets in their master bathroom. It’s too soon though. Too many other things it could be besides that.

So, until then, she waits.

She’ll wait until it’s 100% confirmed, without a doubt, that she’s pregnant.

Ignoring that small, nagging gut feeling that she already knows the answer.

Knows that she is, without a doubt, pregnant.

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Description: You're invited to a party hosted by one of your classmates from Hawkins Community College. You're not usually one for parties, but Steve insists you go and socialize. He goes with you, quickly chatting up the ladies. While at the party, you happen upon Eddie Munson offering you drugs. You hated each other in high school, but the festive spirit may just bring you a change of heart...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, smut, female reader, enemies to lovers, mentions/use of drugs and alcohol, angst, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, praise/degradation, semi-public sex

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You Couldn't Ignore Me If You Tried

Pt. 1/2

You're walking between classes at Hawkins Community College when a random guy shoves a neon green flier into your hands. "Party at Lover's Lake! Don't miss it, baby!" He says while peeking over his sunglasses.

"I'll think about it." You say awkwardly, putting the paper over the books in your arms. He winks at you, smacking his mouth as he chews his gum. Then he goes on his merry way, giving more flyers to every hot girl he sees. Who the fuck was that guy? You have no idea. You glance at the flier, and it reads: “You're invited to Reefer Rick's early release party! He's going from in the slammer to getting hammered! 2121 Holland Rd at 7pm Be there or be square! And don't be a narc!" It's written in bubble letters, and has a giant pot leaf in the background. You scoff, thinking about tossing it in the trash can next to you. But Steve comes up from behind you before you can.

"Whatcha got there? Oh, you got a flier too?" He asks abruptly, causing you to jump as you’re startled by his presence.

"Shit, Steve. Don't sneak up on me like that!" You thump his shoulder, making your way to your next class.

"Ow! Rude. So, are you going to this?" He asks, gesturing at the paper in his own hands as he walks with you.

"I don't know, I'm not really a party person." You shrug, already sensing Steve gearing up to convince you into going. He's always been a social butterfly, lucky him.

"Aw, come on, Y/N. You really wanna be a lonely loser for the rest of your life?"

"Hey!" You glare at him. "Who's the rude one now?" You grumble, gripping your books closer to your chest.

"What? It's true.” He continues. “You don't really hang out with anyone besides me and Robin. And your love life is borderline nonexistent." He sighs when he sees you giving him a death stare. "Look, you're a really nice girl, Y/N. I just think you could stand to let loose every once in a while. Not to mention you definitely need to get laid. God, you're wound up so tight that you're just waiting to snap." He rambles on, gesturing with his hands as he speaks.

He goes on like this until you've almost arrived at the next class of the day, and his words manage to worm their way into your head to make you give in to him. "Ugh, fuck, fine! I'll go to this damn thing. But YOU are coming with me and YOU are driving!" You yell, drawing the attention of other students around you. You groan, tugging the door to the lecture hall open, leaving Steve behind you.

"See? Tightly. Wound." He calls after you before rushing to his own class. You roll your eyes, making your way to a seat near the back of the room. Your professor drones on about physics, and you're barely paying attention. You're on autopilot, jotting down the things he writes on the chalkboard without actually reading them. Your mind is somewhere else, contemplating what Steve said to you earlier. He’s right, you definitely deserve to go nuts and just be a young adult. And you'd be lying if you disagree with his statement about you needing a good lay. You mentally roll your eyes again, annoyed that Steve has you pegged. This party better be worth it.

When the day is finally over, you meet up with Steve in the parking lot. "Hey, dickhead." You call to him as you approach his car.

He scoffs at your insult, shaking his head. "You better watch your tone, Y/N. I could just leave you here and let you find your own way home and to the party."

"Yeah, right. A gentleman like you could never just leave a helpless girl like me to her own devices." You smirk, going over to the passenger side and sliding into your seat. He sighs, getting into the driver's side. "And you're lucky I agreed to go to this stupid party anyways. Let's go home and change, hm? I better look real slutty if I'm going to get laid, like you say I so desperately need." You look over at him, smiling sarcastically.

"You're just upset that I'm right." He grumbles before shifting the car into gear, driving you both to your shared apartment. It was Steve's idea to be roommates, and you jumped at his offer to split the rent. Plus, if anyone breaks in, you have a semi-strong man to protect you. He keeps a baseball bat with nails embedded in it by his bed in case it ever happens. You’ve asked him about it a few times, wondering why he needs such an excessive weapon. But he always brushes you off, like he’s hiding something. You’ve dismissed it as him having an irrational fear or something, and decided to drop it.

The ride to your apartment is silent except for the radio, you stare outside the window and fantasize about how tonight might go. You want to have fun, but you can't help feeling anxious about potentially hooking up with a random person. You aren't a virgin by any means, but guys aren't exactly lining up around the block to give you their time, either. The whole concept of parties and the activities held at them seem foreign to you. Drinking, smoking, awful dancing, fucking. What was the point of it all? You figure there must be a reason so many people participate, so why not go crazy? You just hope you can find someone cute enough to sleep with, and to not puke your guts out from drinking too much.

Steve notices your leg nervously bobbing up and down, raising an eyebrow at you. "Are you okay, Y/N?" He asks.

"Hm?" You look over at him, confused.

"Are you nervous or something? You're shaking your leg like Thumper." He motions at your leg with his head, and you look down.

"Oh, um....I guess I'm just anxious about the party." You say, glancing at your hands.

"Oh. Well, don't. It'll be fine. I'll be there, and we'll have a good time. I promise." He reassures you, smiling kindly.

"Okay." You say unconvincingly. Steve parks the car and you both head upstairs to your apartment. You run to your room to get ready, contemplating just how easy you want to look tonight. You dig through your closet, rapidly dragging the hangers forward to weigh your options. You debate wearing a skirt, or even just jeans, but nothing feels right. Not until you happen upon a cocktail dress you were given by Robin for your birthday. She aptly called it your 'fuck me' dress. It's black, form-fitting, sleeveless, with a collared neck. It sparkles in the light from the sequins that cover its surface. It goes just a couple inches below your ass, and it leaves most of your back exposed. This is the look.

You slip into it, fitting like a glove. You think about wearing stockings underneath, but decide against it. They'll just be more difficult to get off later. You look in the mirror, working out how to do your hair and makeup. You decide to tease your hair, inhaling a noxious cloud of hairspray as you go. You smoke out your eyes, and add a light amount of foundation. You finish it off with a bright red lip, making sure to dab off the excess so it won't end up on your teeth. You add simple gold jewelry to accessorize, nothing too flashy that would distract from the dress. Finally, you step into some shiny black heels. You inspect yourself in the mirror, satisfied with your work.

"Are you ready yet, Y/N?" Steve asks impatiently, knocking on your door.

"Yep! Come in and have a look!" You say excitedly. Steve opens the door, and his jaw drops when he sees you. You beam at him, spinning in a small circle. "What do you think, Stevie?"

"I think you're gonna be at the top of every guy's list tonight." He stares at you dumbly, almost drooling. "Including mine."

"In your dreams, Harrington! You're more like a brother to me than anything. Is that what you're wearing?" You point at his simple pairing of jeans and a button-up shirt. "It's almost the same as what you wore to school today. Oh, God. Am I overdressed?" You ask, freaking out that you've gone overboard and look like an idiot.

"No! No, no. I mean, yes, I'm wearing this. But you aren't overdressed, I promise! The girls always dress better than the guys, you look perfect." He can't stop gawking at you, and your cheeks burn bright pink.

"If you say so." You grin at him, eager to get over to the house of whoever the fuck 'Reefer Rick' is.

When Steve pulls up to the house by Lover's Lake, you see the party is in full swing. People making out on the hoods of cars, some puking into the nearby bushes, others smoking weed and cigarettes. There's also a keg out front with people taking turns chugging from it. The whole atmosphere feels so overwhelming, you can’t help wondering if this is a mistake. "If you even think of backing out now, when you look like that, I will never forgive you." Steve is onto you, almost like a damn mind reader.

"Alright! It was just a passing thought, nothing more. Let's get this over with." You sigh, stepping out into the cool night air. Steve takes your hand to assist you, the gravel underfoot makes your heels unsteady. Once inside, he lets you go to find some booze for you both to drink. You take an empty spot on a nearby couch to plop down on, crossing one leg over the other. There's so many people here, it must be everyone from school flooding this place. The atmosphere is warm and electric, and reeks of beer.

You spectate the people around you, watching them grind against each other to the music blasting through the house. Lots of conversations around the space echo against the walls, creating a cacophony of voices. There's a girl in the corner crying. Other girls surround her, you assume her boyfriend did something wrong. There's a line of people waiting for the bathroom, and pairs going upstairs to have sex. As you look around the house to observe the scene, you feel a pair of eyes burning into you. Someone next to you on the couch finds you very interesting.

"My, my. If it isn't Y/N Y/L/N." You hear a voice belonging to those eyes say to you. You turn to look at who's speaking to you, locking eyes with the one and only Eddie Munson.

You flash him a fake smile, unamused by his greeting. "Hello there, freak. What do you want?" You and Eddie had never gotten along in school, you hated how smug he was about everything. He was such a wastoid back then, and it seems like nothing has changed.

"Hey, now. Put the claws away, pussycat. You still hate me, huh?" He smirks at you, scooting a bit closer. You cross your arms, facing forward.

"Yes. So what are you doing here? You don't even go to the college. You dropped out like the loser you are." You say spitefully, spitting venom with your words.

"Ouch, someone's in a mood this evening." He leans in closer to speak in your ear. "I think I have something that could help with that." You freeze up at his words, shocked at how forward he is.

You face him again, and you notice he's very close to you. Like, kissing distance close. He glances at your lips, and you can't help swallowing hard at the proximity. "Yeah, like I'd ever fuck an asshole like you. Maybe when Hell freezes over." You stand up off the couch to go find Steve, he’s taking too long with the drinks. You push your way through the crowd, looking for his signature mop of hair. You don't even realize Eddie is following close behind you until you find Steve in the kitchen. He's chatting up some girl with blonde hair and a skimpy dress, she's definitely his type.

You step up to the counter where all the alcohol is being kept, finding an empty cup to pour some vodka into. Eddie sidles up next to you, still smirking. "Ya know, Y/N, I wasn't even talking about sex. I just figure a tight-ass like you could do with some pot, or coke, if that's your thing. But I like your suggestion a whole lot more." He grabs his own cup, pouring himself some tequila. You down your drink in one gulp, hissing at the burn running down your throat. "Well, seems like maybe you don't need my services after all. Have a good night, Y/N. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He says slyly, leaving you alone as he sips from his cup.

"What are you, my mother?" You mutter to yourself once Eddie's out of earshot. You pour yourself another drink, and walk over to Steve.

"Oh, hey! There you are!" Steve says nonchalantly.

"Here I am! I thought you were bringing me a drink, Steve!" You scowl at him, not paying attention to the girl he's talking to.

"Is this your girlfriend?" She asks him, seemingly threatened by you.

"Nah, she's just my roommate. She's like a sister to me, really." He acts cool, and it makes the girl swoon.

"Well, got my own drink now." You hold up your cup.

"Hey, uh, I noticed Munson was talking to you. What's that about?" Steve asks, concerned.

"He's just being the same jerk he's always been. He was trying to give me drugs. I told him I wasn't interested, so he fucked off." You sip your vodka, trying to drown the annoyance and frustration that Eddie’s stirred up in you.

"Okay, if you say so. He wouldn't be a bad choice for a one-time thing though. He's the freak, after all. He may have flunked out of school, but he's probably an ace in the sack." He chuckles at the thought. You cross your arms, for him to even suggest that you sleep with Eddie makes you want to vomit.

"Well, if you think he's so great, why don't YOU sleep with him!?" You shout, drawing the attention of a few partygoers surrounding you. You pour more alcohol for yourself, storming off to sulk in a corner. You lean against the wall, watching everyone have a good time except for you. Some random guy walks up to you, asking you to dance with him. He's pretty handsome, and he seems polite enough. You catch Eddie's eyes on you again, and you smirk in his direction as you accept the man's offer to dance.

The two of you head to the makeshift dance floor, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. His hands go to your waist, and you move sensually to the music. You turn your back to him when the pace picks up, rubbing your ass into his crotch as he holds you close. You drink more from your cup, beginning to feel a decent buzz. You see Eddie again, staring at you while talking to some other girl. He smirks when you notice him, obviously flirting with the girl to make you jealous. But jealous of what, exactly?

You down the rest of your drink, tossing the cup to the floor. You maintain eye contact with the metalhead, beginning to run your hands over your body suggestively. We'll see who the jealous one really is, you think to yourself. Eddie takes that as his cue to move in closer to the random girl, stroking her arm as he tells a joke. They laugh together, and it makes your smile fall away. You can't believe it, you're actually upset by this? But why? You hated each other in school, and you still do now. Great, he's tormenting you, just like the old days.

Eddie's eyes flick to yours again, noticing your reaction. You scowl at him, turning back around to grab onto the guy you're dancing with. You decide to run your hands down his chest, to his belt, to his crotch. You're just ghosting over him, nothing substantial. The man looks at you, liking the signals you're giving him. You couldn't care less about him, you don't even remember his name. Jack…Jim, maybe? It’s something stupid, and you don't care to know it. But you flash him a smile as you rotate together.

Now you see Eddie kissing the other girl, his hands running up and down her sides as their lips move against each other. You scoff. He's un-fucking-believable. Two can play at this game. You quickly pull Jack/Jim's head to you, smashing your lips onto his. His hands instantly go to your ass, squeezing it firmly. You don't feel a thing for him at all, you're just so worked up by this unspoken game that Eddie's playing with you. You break away from the kiss, looking to see what the fucker is up to now.

The other girl is gone now, storming off with an angry look on her face. Eddie's staring at you, making his way to the stairs. He beckons you over with a finger, confident that you'll follow him. Your mouth sits agape, surprised at him thinking he's going to win you over by kissing someone else. He walks up the stairs, going into one of the rooms alone. He's waiting for you. You scoff, thinking about how much of an ass he is. You'll go up there alright, to give him a piece of your mind.

"What's wrong?" Jack/Jim asks, confused at the look on your face.

"I, uh, gotta go. Sorry, I'm not feeling so good." You try your best to brush him off, wanting to go tear Eddie a new asshole.

"Oh, okay. I can help you if you want." You feel a little bad, this guy seems nice enough. And you just used him to make another man jealous. How childish.

"No, please. It's not gonna be pretty, I promise. Maybe I'll see you later though, Jack." You guess at his name.

"It's Jerry." He says, shocked at your sudden motivation to leave.

"Right. Sorry." You give him an apologetic look, before pushing your way through the crowd of dancing bodies. You stomp your way upstairs, opening each door in the hall angrily. Most of the rooms are empty, except for one with a couple loudly fucking in it. You quickly shut the door, apologizing briefly to the people inside. There's one room left at the very end of the hall, Eddie has to be in that one. You walk to the door, cautiously turning the handle and swinging it open.

You shriek as Eddie pulls you inside and quickly shuts the door. The room is dimly lit by arty neon lights on the walls, casting a purple glow on everything inside. He pushes you against the door, before clicking the lock. He's got a hand planted on either side of your head against it, and he's staring deeply into your eyes. His breath fans against your face, smelling of tequila. You crinkle your nose at it. "I see you've accepted my invitation." He grins at you, satisfied that you've played right into his hands.

"If it was an invitation to kick your ass, then sure. What the fuck is wrong with you? Using that girl to try to make me jealous? You really are a dick, you know that?" You yell in his face, but his look doesn't waver.

"Well, last time I checked, you started it. You didn't care about that guy at all, you just wanted to get under my skin." He says calmly. You know he's right, but you don't want to admit it. "Come on, princess. Tell me, why do you hate me so much?" He asks, his eyes growing softer. It’s an odd look on him, and annoyingly…cute.

"I-I don't know. I guess I was...jealous." You force the words from your lips, for the longest time you’ve never wanted to be honest with yourself about how Eddie made you feel. His eyes widen at your comment.

"Jealous? Whatever for?" He asks, genuinely curious to know what you mean.

"Well, you know. You're a freak, but you don't care. You went around doing what you wanted, being yourself. I never was brave enough to do that." You feel silly holding a grudge over something like this, he must think you're the freak now.

"True, but it didn't exactly make me a popular person, Y/N. Quite the opposite actually." He backs away from you a bit, letting you breathe. "I'm sorry you felt that way. Really. I wish you would've told me before, though." He says thoughtfully.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Why?"

"Because I may have had a major crush on you. But you always acted like you were too good for me. You probably are too good for me if I'm being honest. You know, if anyone should be holding a grudge, it should be me." He laughs, finding the whole situation so ridiculous. Your eyes widen at his confession, you'd never realized he had feelings for you. He sits on the edge of the bed in the room, placing his hands in his lap. "What?" He asks, weirded out by the look on your face.

You walk over to him without saying another word. You stand in front of him, putting your hands on his shoulders. He just stares at you as you move, unsure of what you're up to. You put a knee onto the bed, then the other in order to straddle him. His hands instinctively go to your waist, resting there respectfully. You gaze into his eyes, batting your lashes at him. The energy in the room instantly changes. It's no longer angry and tense, but burning with electrified lust. You bring your lips real close to his, parting your mouth slightly. "Do you still have that crush, Eddie?" You whisper at him seductively.

"It never stopped, Y/N." He replies, shocked at your attraction to him. Never in a million years did he think you'd be with him like this. He'd thought about it many times, even dreamt about it. But here you are, in the flesh, on his lap. You close the gap between you, putting your lips against his. He moans into the kiss, and you bite his bottom lip. He lets your tongue in, using his own to fight for dominance. You put up a good fight, but Eddie wins out. You break away for a moment, your breath shuddering slightly. Eddie's a really good kisser, it's intoxicating. "So I guess Hell is freezing over, huh?" He says cheekily.

"Oh, shut up, smartass." You quip before kissing him again, rougher this time. Your hands wander into his hair, and you can't resist pulling on it. He moans at the action, prompting you to do it again.

"Jesus, Y/N. Take it easy on the mane, will ya?" He says, breathing heavily.

"Sorry, it sounded like you enjoy it." You blush, feeling bad for hurting him.

"Oh, I do. Just be careful, hm? I'd like to not go bald before I'm thirty." He says lowly, before reaching behind you to unzip the collar of your dress. He exposes your neck, planting wet kisses to it. His teeth worry the flesh, leaving dark purple marks behind.

"Shit, Eddie. That feels really good." You sigh, leaning your head to the side to give him better access. He keeps peppering you with kisses and love bites, drawing many moans from your lips in the process. You start to grind yourself into Eddie, feeling his cock quickly growing beneath you. He groans at your movements, biting down on your throat harshly. "Fuck!" You cry out, pushing yourself down even harder onto him. You're getting wet very quickly, every move of Eddie's turns you on more and more.

"Mmm, you make such sexy noises, princess." Eddie murmurs against your skin. He looks at you, his pupils blown out with desire. "You look fuckin’ gorgeous by the way. Forgive me for not mentioning it before."

"It's alright, I didn't really give you the chance. But thank you, I put a decent amount of work into it." You say as you maintain eye contact with him.

"Well, it would be such a shame to ruin it. Unless you want me to." He suggests playfully, his hands grabbing your ass.

You moan again, continuing the movement of your hips on him. "I would like nothing more than to have you absolutely wreck me." You lean in to take his earlobe between your teeth, pulling it slightly before letting go. His breath hitches, and his hands grip you tighter.

"Don't mind if I do." He chuckles, before unzipping the side of your dress. The fabric falls down to your hips, leaving your tits exposed to Eddie's gaze. "Beautiful." He breathes out, reaching up to touch your breasts. He massages them in his hands, and your head falls back in pleasure. He brings his lips to your chest, kissing every inch of flesh he can reach.

"Oh, Eddie." You moan out, running your fingers through his hair as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. You gasp, pulling on his frizzy locks again. He groans at your touch, biting the sensitive bud. "Fuck!" You yelp, and Eddie stops attacking your flesh to look at you.

"Sorry, you alright?" He asks, worried that he went too far.

"I'm okay, just wasn't expecting it." You stand up, letting your dress fall to the floor. You step out of it, standing only in your lace panties and high heels. You're about to step out of your shoes, when Eddie stops you.

"No, keep those on. They're really hot." He says sheepishly, stroking your thigh with the back of his hand. "Lay down for me, baby." You do as he says, and he gets off the end of the bed. He's still fully clothed, slowly stripping off his layers. You lay back on the pillows, watching Eddie reveal himself to you. He takes off his shoes first, then his jackets. He pulls his t-shirt over his head, exposing his tattoos. You drink in his form, taking in his slim yet toned arms and chest. There's a trail of hair below his belly button that disappears into his jeans, you bite your lip as you devour him with your eyes. He undoes his belt, and unzips his pants. He pulls them down, leaving only his boxers behind. He climbs onto the bed, crawling over to you.

"Hey there, handsome." You say to him as he leans over you, taking his lips onto yours. You run your hands along his arms, down his chest. You drag your nails on his skin, and he moans at the contact. One of Eddie's hands grabs your tit, squeezing it firmly. The other rubs your pussy through your panties. You whine into his mouth, savoring every sensation he gives you. He continues to stroke your folds, feeling how wet you are through the thin fabric.

Eddie pulls your panties down, tossing them to the floor. You spread your legs for him, and his fingers are back on your cunt to fully feel you. He rubs circles around your clit, before putting a finger inside you. You moan loudly down his throat, your back arching off the bed. He pumps in and out of you teasingly, curling his finger just so to make you melt. He adds another, picking up the pace. You break away from his lips, letting out a stream of curses and moans as he works you up. "You like that, Y/N? Shit, you're so wet for me." He says quietly, looking deep into your eyes.

"It feels so good, Eddie. But I think I want something else." You reply, palming his dick through his boxers. His breath hitches as you stroke him, you can feel him growing in your hand. He pulls his last layer off, letting his cock spring free. You quickly grab it again, working him in your palm. You both wind each other up, setting the room on fire. You're breathing heavily, anticipation building within you rapidly. You want him inside you so badly, you almost want to scream. You look at him, stroking his cheek with your free hand. He meets your eyes, mirroring your desperate expression with his own. "Fuck me, Eddie. Please." Your grip tightens on his length, making him groan.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." He says with a smirk, taking his fingers out of you. You whine at the loss, watching him suck your arousal off his digits. He moans at the taste, making you shudder. "You taste so good, Y/N." He says, moving your hand off of his cock. He rubs it against your folds, pushing you even further. You both moan at his actions, your blood begins to boil inside your veins. You're so turned on, you can barely stand it.

"Eddie, please stop teasing. I can't take it, I need you inside me." You practically beg, hating how needy you sound.

"I love it when you beg, baby." He purrs, slowly pushing his dick into your pussy. He mutters swears under his breath at how tight you are, and you moan as he fills you up. He gives you a moment to adjust, and you wrap your legs around him to signal that you're ready. He pulls out slowly, before slamming back into you.

"Eddie!" You cry out. He hit your g spot perfectly, and you want him to do it again. He repeats the action, knocking the wind out of you. Eddie thrusts into you a third time, making you dig your heels into his back. He groans, stopping for a moment. He grabs your legs, bending them over your stomach, your knees going around his shoulders. He rams into you again, making you scream at the new angle.

"Is this comfortable for you, baby? I don't want to hurt you." Eddie says, concerned about your enjoyment over anything else.

"Yes, it's really good. Please, keep going." You pant out, enjoying the compromising position he's put you in. He gently kisses you again, before taking on a harsh pace as he moves inside you. "Jesus, fuck." You mutter out, feeling a knot of pleasure tying itself inside you. Eddie relentlessly hits your sweet spot with every thrust, pushing you closer to your orgasm.

He keeps eye contact with you while saying the filthiest things you've ever heard. "You're so fucking wet and tight for me. You're taking me so well, such a good little slut." Your bodies slick over with sweat, smelling of booze and lust. His words fuel the fire, driving you closer to the edge. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, to have you moaning underneath me while I fuck you into next week."

"Do you dream about me? Or think about me while touching yourself?" You ask as you moan, you've never been with a man who's so vocal before. But you fucking love it.

"All the time, Y/N. I like to picture you on your knees, or riding me. Fuck, nothing compares to the real thing, though." He groans, feeling his own high quickly approaching. "I'm guessing you haven't done the same, but that's alright." Eddie can't help sounding a little disappointed about that idea.

"I wouldn't say that, Eds. You may have made an appearance in the occasional dream." You slyly smile at him as he continues to pound into you. His eyes widen, in disbelief.

"Oh, really?" He asks, unconvinced.

"Yes, really. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't also occasionally fantasize about you, either. Although I was kinda awful to your face, nobody can resist a bad boy, Eddie." You pant out, feeling the knot growing tighter. Your hands ball up the blankets beneath you, trying to hold on to something.

"God, you're unbelievable. You're lucky you're pretty, and that I'm already balls deep inside you." He chuckles, wanting to go even faster. He's tempted to make you pay for making him feel like you hated him when you didn't.

"I'm sorry, Eddie. Really, but it's not like you didn't do or say anything back to me. But if it'll make you feel better, you can fuck me even harder. Punish me for being such a bitch to you, if you want." You can't believe the things either of you are saying, this all feels like a surreal dream. But clearly you both feel strongly for each other, despite how stubborn you seem to be.

He grins at you, eager to take you up on your offer. He pulls out of you a moment. "Get on your hands and knees, Y/N." You flip over, putting your ass in the air for him as you lean on your elbows. He smacks your butt roughly, and you moan at the sting. "Fuck, you're such a dirty whore." Eddie grabs your hips, shoving his cock back into you.

"Oh, fuck." You choke out the words, holding onto the pillow for dear life as Eddie drills into you even harder than before. The slapping of skin fills the room, harmonizing with both your moans and dirty words. He's going at an almost inhuman pace, chasing your highs like his life depends on it. His balls slap against you, you swear you can feel them tightening. "Keep going, Eddie. I'm so close, make me cum." You beg him again, not caring about your desperate tone anymore.

"You're such a needy little slut, begging like that. Maybe I should stop, just to spite you." He slows down a little, threatening to deny you when you're so close to the edge.

"Eddie, please! Don't stop, I'm so close. Fuck me harder, until I can't walk if you want. I don't care, just for the love of God, don't stop." You're almost crying, he's gotten you so hot and bothered that if he stops now you might just implode.

"Shit, you're seriously so fucking hot right now. I'll give you what you want, baby. Be a good girl for me." He speeds up again, catching you by surprise. You can barely speak, thoughts can't form in your mind anymore. The only thing that matters right now is having Eddie make you cum, and for you to do the same for him. The knot inside you is threatening to snap, and your moans only get louder. Eddie reaches a hand down to your clit, rubbing it in quick circles. "Cum for me, darling." He says, his words causing you to topple over the edge.

"Oh, God!" You yell as your orgasm rips through you. Your legs shake uncontrollably, and your walls clamp down on Eddie's cock. He groans as he's pushed over the edge too, his load filling you up in thick white ropes. He keeps thrusting through your highs, prolonging the stars in your vision. After a few more thrusts, he stops moving, panting loudly. You both collapse onto the bed, his body laying on top of yours with his dick still inside you. You lay here a moment, trying to catch your breath.

"Well, that was fun." Eddie blurts out. You both laugh, your bodies shuddering from your sweat turning cold. He gets off of you, pulling out slowly. You wince at the motion, feeling sore. "You okay? I didn't go too hard, did I?" He strokes your back, worried that he's hurt you.

You roll over slowly, looking in his eyes. "I'm okay, Eddie. I asked you to go harder, didn't I? Sure, I'll be a bit bruised and stumbling out of here, but it's what I wanted." You smile reassuringly at him, poking his chest playfully.

"If you say so, Y/N. Shit, and they say I'm a freak." You share a laugh again. "Let me help you get dressed." You sit up at the end of the bed, watching him pick up your panties and your dress. You slip the lace underwear back on, hissing at the soreness between your legs. "I really did a number on you, huh?" He says in a guilt-laced tone. Whether you asked for it or not, he feels bad for being so rough with you. "I'm sorry, princess." Your eyes snap to his, your brows knitted together.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, I promise. I appreciate the concern, though." You sigh, unable to keep looking at him when he's got that expression on his face. He helps you stand up, but you stumble in your heels.

"Here, take those off. You don't wanna break an ankle." He slips the shoes off your feet, setting them on the bed. He helps you up again, assisting you at stepping back into your dress. He pulls it up your body, zipping it tight. "There we are, all pretty again." He smiles at you, holding your hand. Eddie sits you down again, redressing himself.

You pick at your fingers, worried about what this means for you both. Shit, it might not even mean anything. This is probably a one-time thing for you, just two ships passing in the night. You doubt he wants to see you again. You're just his revenge fuck, nothing more. "So, I'm guessing you don't want to see me again. Or want me to tell anyone about this."

He finishes getting dressed, looking at you curiously. "When did I say that?"

"I mean, you didn't. I just assumed." You shrug your shoulders, sighing.

"Hm, I thought we'd learned our lesson about assumptions after...you know." He says, gesturing at the bed.

"Old habits die hard, I guess." You chuckle wryly, still looking down. You feel Eddie sit beside you, his arm going around your shoulders. His other hand lifts your chin up to face him.

"Y/N, if I haven't made it clear already, I really like you. And it seems you also like me. So, quit being a little shit and give me your phone number, ‘kay?" He smirks at you, pulling a pen out of his jacket pocket. He hands it to you, and holds out his palm for you to write on.

"You sure know how to sweet-talk a woman." You giggle, rolling your eyes. You take the pen from him, holding his hand tightly as you write on it. "Oh, by the way, Steve Harrington is my roommate. So if he picks up, don't go thinking I'm sleeping around!"

"Steve, huh? I can't say I'm not a little threatened by that."

"No, no. He's just a friend, like a brother, really. He actually ditched me to talk to some slut, he was supposed to bring me a drink from the kitchen. But I ended up with you instead." You tease.

"Damn, well I'd never ditch you, Y/N. But it's good to know I won't have any competition with him." He leans in to kiss you, cupping your cheek as his plush lips touch yours. You kiss him back, your mouths moving against each other gently. The air between you is different now. It's no longer saturated with lust, but with the promise of a budding romance. Who would've thought that two people who seemed to hate each other could evolve into passionate lovers?

Pt. 2/2

After the party, Eddie calls you as he's itching to see you again. He takes you to a nice restaurant, and you have some extra risky fun for dessert…

You and Eddie break away from your kiss to breathe, smiling kindly at each other. You don't want to leave, but it sounds like the party has died down outside, and Steve is probably searching for you. "Sounds like we missed the rest of the party." You say quietly, holding Eddie's hand.

"We had plenty of fun on our own, Y/N. Parties aren't all they're cracked up to be, well, except this time." He's apprehensive to stand, knowing you'll have to go home soon. But it's getting late, and he figures Steve is waiting for you, worried you'd gotten snatched by a creep. "C'mon, angel. It's time to go, I'll escort you to find Harrington." You both stand together, still holding hands. You carry your heels in your free hand, and Eddie leads you to the door.

"Hopefully Steve didn't leave me here." You say, wondering what he's been up to this whole time. Maybe he hooked up with that girl from the kitchen.

"Well, if he did I can always drive you home, Y/N." Eddie replies as his hand turns the knob. He pulls the door open, and the two of you are greeted with loud cheers and whooping. As many people as could fit in the hallway outside the room are packed like sardines to catch you in the act. Your eyes widen, and your cheeks turn a bright crimson. You look to Eddie, mentally asking him what's going on and what to do. But he has no answer for you, just a nervous smile.

"Way to go, Munson!" A random guy cheers in the crowd.

"Can I have a turn with her now?" Another asks, drawing roaring laughter from the onlookers. So many pairs of eyes are staring at you, you want to run and hide. This is so embarrassing, but your feet are glued to the carpet beneath you.

"Y/N, come on." A mysterious hand grabs your arm, pulling you and Eddie through the mass of bodies. You realize it's Steve coming to your rescue, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You hold tight to Eddie to make sure he isn't left behind, trying your best to ignore the onslaught of nasty comments everyone's making to you and about you. "Get out of the way!" Steve calls out as he pushes a clear path for you.

"You're such a buzzkill, Harrington!" Another drunk asshole shouts. You reach the stairs, luckily they're mostly clear so you can travel down them quickly and safely. Steve keeps pulling you all the way to the front door, out into the cool air of the night. He finally lets you free from his grasp, turning to you.

"I see you took my advice, Y/N. I knew you had it in you!" He gushes, proud of you embracing your inner slut.

"Yeah, yeah. I will admit though, I don't think I want it to be a one-time thing, Steve." You try to whisper to him, but it's a bit difficult for Eddie to not hear you when you're still holding his hand in an iron grip.

"I can hear you, ya know. Plus, I have no intention of letting you go, especially now that I have your phone number." He flashes his palm with the digits scrawled on his flesh. He grins slyly, teasing you again.

"Keep it up, freak. I'll lick it off and then you'll be shit outta luck." You retort, sticking out your tongue to emphasize your point. He just scoffs at you.

"Too late, I've already memorized it. But you'd better put that back in your mouth, unless you intend to use it." He leans into you real close, just about to try to snap his teeth at you.

"Alright, that's enough. Cool it before you make me barf." Steve scrunches his face at the two of you, unamused by your antics.

"Aw, is Stevie jealous?" Eddie taunts, not quite done being a smartass.

"Not at all, dickwad. It's just late, and I'd like to get some sleep at some point. Y/N, are you coming with me or staying with him?" Steve asks, he always gets grouchy when he's tired.

"Relax, Steve. I'll go home with you, just wait in the car for me. I'll be there in a minute." You look at him purposefully, trying to hint at him that you want to say goodbye, privately. He thankfully picks up on it, nodding and going to his car to wait for you. Once he's out of earshot, you turn to Eddie. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, getting real close. "Hey." You say quietly.

"Hey." He replies, his hands going to your waist. "I guess this is Goodnight then, hm?" He asks, smiling although disappointed that the night has come to an end.

"Yeah, it is. But you've got my number, you can call me anytime, baby. And I hope you do, cuz I really wanna see you again." You raise your knee to graze his crotch to emphasize your words. He groans at your touch, gripping you harder.

"Damn, if this is the way you say goodbye, I can't wait to see how you say hello." He closes the gap between you, kissing you deeply. You're feeling warm again, despite the fall air nipping at your flesh. Your mouths move against each other languidly, tongues doing the tango. You wish you could stay like this forever, his lips are so soft and plush, and they make you feel safe and warm. But Steve has other ideas, honking loudly at you. You break away, startled by the horn.

"Well, that's my cue to leave. But please, call me. Then I can show you exactly how I say hello." You peck his lips again, backing away. "Goodnight, Eddie. I'll see you again soon, I'm sure."

"You definitely will. Get some sleep, Y/N. And do me a favor and dream about me?" He smirks again, his hands going behind his back.

"It's a date." You reply, giggling as you walk to the car. You turn away from Eddie, pulling open Steve's passenger door. "That was a little rude, Steve." You say to him, not really that bothered by it.

"Sorry, my uh...hand slipped." He says groggily. You roll your eyes, not buying his shit excuse for one second. "So, you gonna date the freak?" He asks, a wee bit too concerned about your personal life.

"Yes, well... I'm not sure if he wants to date. He might just want sex, which I don't mind, he's very good at it." You shrug, glancing out the window.

"Ugh, gross. I don't need to hear that. But he'd be an idiot to just have you as a fuck-buddy." He glances at you, concerned that you're unsure where you stand with Eddie. Steve is far from Munson's biggest fan, but he wants you to be happy.

"Thanks, Steve. I appreciate the concern. Did you end up fucking that girl you were with earlier?" You ask, the conversation had been so focused on you, you felt bad for not asking how his night went.

"Oh, nah. We just weren't clicking." He says, blowing off your question.

"Last time I checked, Steve, that's not the point of hooking up at a party. You don't have to 'click', as long as your junk can mush together correctly." His demeanor is confusing you, he never turns down a lay. "Are you alright, dude?" You ask as he puts the car into drive.

"I'm fine!" He snaps, startling you. He sighs, feeling guilty for his outburst. "Sorry, I'm fine. I'm just...jealous, I guess." Your eyes widen, surprised by his confession. You're about to ask him to elaborate, when he keeps talking. "I'm just...struggling to find a connection with somebody. I thought I had one with Nancy, but she's with Jonathan now. And Robin is gay, as you know. I'm sick of hook-ups, and I'm worried that I'll never find my perfect person." Your heart breaks for him, wishing you could do more to help him.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I'm not meaning to throw my thing with Eddie -whatever that is- in your face. I know you'll find somebody worthy of you soon enough. You're a great guy, Steve. You're kind, and funny, and you care a lot about those around you. She's out there somewhere, you just haven't found her yet." He nods in agreement, smiling weakly at you. "Cheer up, buttercup. You always have your friends to support you. Now, let's go home, I can hear my pillow calling to me." You laugh, and he joins you. The mood lightens inside the vehicle, and you spend the rest of the drive joking around like you always do.

When you get back to the apartment, you don't even bother to take off your dress, or makeup. The second your head hits the pillow, you're out like a light. You wake up the next morning to the sound of the phone ringing, groaning as your head pounds from last night's activities. You didn't drink that much, but alcohol always manages to give you a headache the next day. You push yourself off the bed, wincing at the dull pain between your legs. Steve’s left for his shift at Family Video already, leaving you alone on this fine Saturday. You try to make it to the phone in the living room, but you miss it just as the final ring blares into your ears.

You slump onto the couch, still wearing your outfit from last night, makeup smudged all over your face. You're about to fall back to sleep, when the phone rings once again to startle you. You grab it from its cradle, straining to speak. "H-hello?" You manage to croak out, clearing your throat.

"Hey, Y/N. It's Eddie, you doing alright?" Eddie asks, concerned that you sound sick.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, hey, Eddie. Um, I'm fine, I just woke up. What can I do for you?" You pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers, trying to fully join the waking world.

"Oh, did I disturb your beauty sleep? I'm sorry, princess." He says sympathetically, though you're not sure how sorry he actually is.

"It's alright, I probably slept too late anyways. Haven't even looked at a clock yet." You glance at the one hanging in the kitchen, 11:30am, Jesus christ. "Fuck, it's late. I knocked out as soon as I got home. You really wore me out, I'm still feeling it actually.” You adjust uncomfortably on the couch, unable to sit properly. He chuckles at your last comment.

"You poor thing. Well, I was calling to see if you're free tonight. But only if you're up for it." Eddie can never resist a tease.

"You just can't get enough of me, can you, Munson?" You reply cheekily, loving the idea of seeing him again.

"'Fraid not, but can you blame me? You're the most beautiful, sexy woman I've ever seen. So, whattaya say, Y/N?" He sounds so sure you'll say yes, he sure is a smug one isn't he?

"No." You say simply, taking him by surprise. "At least, not until you tell me exactly what you had in mind. Are you looking for a fuck, or a date?" He scoffs at your bold move, he's truly met his match.

"Obviously a date, sweetheart. What kind of man do you take me for?" His faux offense makes you giggle. "I was thinking...Enzo's? The yuppie Italian place?" You gasp at his suggestion, surprised he wants to take you somewhere so nice.

"That sounds great! Wait, isn't there a dress code? Do you even own nicer clothes, Eddie?" You poke fun at him once again, earning a hearty laugh from the other end.

"Believe it or not, I do. I'm not offended by your surprise, though. I assure you I'm just full of them. I'll pick you up at 7, and bring your appetite, darling." His emphasis on certain words sends a chill up your spine as his voice flows directly into your ear. It'll prove quite difficult to keep your hands above the table, so to speak. You give him your address, anticipation for this evening already building inside you. "I'll see you tonight, baby."

"Yeah, see you tonight, Eds." You say quietly before hanging up. You shriek in excitement, eager to tell Steve about your date. You pick the phone up again, dialing the video store. Robin picks up, grilling you about the party last night. Steve must have told her everything he knew, she sadly missed out due to having a project to finish for anatomy. She asks a few questions about Eddie, how he was in bed, etc. You tell her whatever she wants to know, before relaying to her that you have a date with the metalhead tonight. She screams into the phone, and you hear Steve in the background asking what's going on. She tells him about the date, and he sounds sad about it. Perhaps it was better that Robin picked up instead of Steve. She asks if you wanna speak to him, but you decline. You feel guilty for even thinking to let him know about it, it'd be like rubbing it in his face.

You hang up the phone again, deciding to take a nice hot bath to wash last night off of you. Your eyelashes keep sticking together from the leftover mascara, and your hair is a tangled mess. Hopefully you can manage to sort yourself out in the next seven hours. You run the bath, pouring in some soaking salts you got from your Mom this past Christmas. You brush your teeth at the sink as water fills the tub, observing how truly fucked you look right now. It's like someone took a windshield wiper to your face, dragging your makeup across one side of it. You groan, turning away from the horror in the mirror once you spit out your toothpaste.

Your body slips into the hot water nice and easy, you moan as it soothes your aching muscles. You're hoping this is enough to help you recover for a potential round two with Eddie, although you know this won't magically fix the problem. You make a mental note to take some aspirin once you get out of the tub, and you definitely need to eat something. You submerge your head under the water, scrubbing away the remnants of the party from your skin. You stay under as long as you can, trying to scrape off as much old makeup as possible.

A couple hours go by, and you've finished your bath, taken some painkillers, and managed to eat a light lunch. Now you're sitting in your room, surrounded by all your dresses splayed out on the bed as you struggle to pick one for tonight. Your hair lays damp at your shoulders, and you've been sitting in a towel this whole time. You hear Steve coming home from his shift, it's around 3pm now. "Hey, Y/N. I'm home, brought some new releases for the week." He calls from the living room, you hear the clatter of videotapes being set on the coffee table.

"Okay!" You call back, unable to focus on anything but the clothes piled around you. Steve's footsteps tap down the hallway, and he knocks on your door. "Come in, dingus." He enters the room, eyes widening at the sight before him.

"What happened here? Looks like your closet threw up." You glare at him, and he puts his arms up defensively. "Sorry."

"I can't figure out what to wear. Eddie's taking me to Enzo's tonight." You sigh loudly, stressing yourself out.

"Oh, that's nice! I'm glad he's going to take you on a real date, as opposed to...ya know." Steve speaks awkwardly, a sour mood threatening to taint his mind. But he decides to buck up and help you out. He scans the choices you have laid out, his eyes falling on one in particular. "Go with that one, no man can resist a woman in red." He smiles cheekily, flashing reassuring eyes at you as he points out his pick.

You look it over, seeing what Steve is saying. "Thanks, Steve! And you're okay with me going out with him, right? You sounded sad when I talked to Robin earlier." His face falls, he hadn't meant for you to hear that.

"Shit, I didn't think you heard me. And what are you asking me permission for? I'm not in charge of you, alright? I want you to go with him and have a good time, really." He claps a hand on your bare shoulder, trying to drive home the fact that above all else, he's your friend.

"Okay. But I promise not to gloat too hard about how it went later. I wouldn't want to depress you any further." You place your hand over his, looking up at him. He tenses at your touch, but relaxes after a moment. You share a kind smile, patting his hand. "Thanks again, Stevie. You're a good friend. Now, get out unless you wanna see me naked." You laugh, and he retorts back as usual.

"Well...if you're offering." He quips, pretending to yank at your towel.

"STEVE! Get out, you pervert!" You stand up, pushing Steve backwards out of your room. He doesn't protest, letting you lead him as he laughs. Once he's in the hall again, you shut the door and lock it. God, he needs a girlfriend. You clean up the mess on your bed, looking closely at the red dress Steve helped you pick out. It's made entirely of leather, and just low-cut enough in the chest to show off the girls without them falling out. The material hugs your waist and ass just right, with a zipper running down the back. Steve is absolutely right, this one will drive Eddie wild.

The clock reads 6:55, and you've been all set to go for over an hour. Your makeup and hair are perfect, you've got your dress and shoes on. And your purse dangles at your side. Everything is going according to plan, all that's left is for Eddie to show up. You're pacing nervously in the living room, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Steve's heating up a TV dinner for himself, watching the time tick down on the microwave. "You need to relax, Y/N. You keep pacing like that, you'll carve a dip into the floor." Steve says to you absent-mindededly, he's never seen you so nervous about a date. He wanted to be sympathetic, but the sound of your shoes is getting on his nerves.

You stop, plopping down onto the couch while crossing your arms. "Sorry. I'm just anxious about seeing Eddie. I mean, I'm excited, but I've never had anyone take me to Enzo's before." You're about to bite your lip, but you stop yourself as that'll smear your lipstick. You pick at your fingers instead, careful not to chip your nail polish. The clock now reads 6:58, you roll your eyes at it. Steve sits next to you, gingerly placing his dinner on his lap before turning on the TV.

"Everything will be fine, Y/N. He'll be here any minute, I'm sure. He's probably just as nervous as you, more than you even." He gives you a look, begging you to calm down and stop bobbing your knee. You take the hint, putting your hand on it to keep it still. Steve flips through channels, his meal becoming cold as he debates what show to settle on. By the time he picks, the time is 7:10. Eddie's late.

"What if he doesn't show up, Steve? He could very well be getting back at me for being so awful in high school." Your stomach churns at the idea of being stood up, you can't help wondering if all of this is a big joke to Eddie. Steve's eyes flare into anger, snapping to look at you.

"Don't say that, dude. The way he looked at you last night? He's either in love, or a ridiculously talented actor. Though I doubt he is, if he stands you up, I'll beat his ass." He says sternly, meaning every word.

"Oh, yeah, like you could win a fight! And against Eddie? I don't think so." You can see it now, Steve and Eddie duking it out. Steve could land maybe one hit, but Eddie would knock his lights out in no time.

"Okay, rude! But I don't think it'll be necessary, Y/N. He probably can't even read a clock properly." You elbow him at his comment, trying not to smile. "Ow! Jeez, you're mean when you're worried about a guy ditching you."

"He's not stupid, Steve. And honestly, if he did set me up, I'll probably kick his ass myself." You let out a frustrated sigh, daring to look at the clock once more. 7:15. Where the hell is he? You try to focus on the show that's on, but your mind keeps going back to your special little metalhead. You picture him laughing it up with his friends on how he played you so good. Getting you into bed, and pretending to ask you on a date. Only to stand you up so you see how it feels to be treated poorly. Maybe you deserved it.

You're about to give up and crawl back into bed, when the clock strikes 7:20 and you finally hear a knock on the door. Your head perks up, glancing at Steve. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go get him!" He nudges you with his shoulder, and you practically launch yourself from the couch. You run to the door, about to yank it off its hinges when you stop yourself. You take a deep breath, shaking your nerves out and smoothing your dress. And you pull the door open to see Eddie leaning in the doorway.

He looks so different, and sexy as all hell. He's wearing a dark red dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a couple of the top buttons left undone. Black slacks adorn his legs, with suspenders to match. His hair is tied back in a thick ponytail, and he's got shiny black shoes on. He's still wearing his signature rings and necklace, but would he really be Eddie without them?

"Sorry I'm late, baby. But I hope these will make up for it." He says smoothly, pulling a beautiful bouquet of roses from behind his back.

"Thank you so much, they're gorgeous! Let me just put them in some water, and then we'll get going. Come in for a second." You quickly walk to the kitchen, pulling out a simple vase to fill up. Eddie walks inside apprehensively, standing with his hands behind his back and teetering on his heels and toes. He notices Steve on the couch, who's eyeing him closely.

"Hey there, Harrington." He nods to Steve, quickly averting his gaze.

"Munson." Steve replies simply, unamused at Eddie's failure at punctuality. He takes a bite from his dinner, eyes not leaving Eddie's general direction. You see him glaring from the kitchen, gasping at him being so rude.

"Knock it off, Steve! Or I'll shove that fork down your fucking throat!" You shout at him, and he dips his head sheepishly. Eddie snickers, trying to stifle his laugh. You walk back over to Eddie once the flowers are situated, and it's here that he finally gets a good look at you. His eyes nearly pop out of his head when he takes in your form. The red of the dress perfectly compliments your smooth skin, and he can't help staring at your tits on display for him. He gulps, struggling to speak. You blush at his obvious appreciation of just how hot you look, taking his hand to snap him out of his trance. "You clean up well, Munson." You say cheekily, looking deep into his eyes.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Y/N. Shall we get going? We have some lost time to make up for." He tries to play it cool, but his stumbling of words blows the image away. You nod, opening the door again for the two of you to step out into the night.

"Bye lovebirds, have fun!" Steve calls to you, enamored by Wheel of Fortune.

"I'll be back late, Steve. Don't wait up." You reply, giggling as you shut the door. Eddie leads you to his van, opening the passenger door for you. "Such a gentleman." You tease, earning a light smack on your ass.

"In some ways, darling. Not so much in others, but you already know that." He winks at you before closing your door, jogging around to the other side. He climbs in, pulling his door shut clumsily. Eddie glances at you, seemingly nervous. "Okay, confession time." Your eyebrow quirks at him, curious what he means by that. "I wasn't late, I was actually a little early. But I spent...I dunno, thirty minutes trying to work up the courage to knock on your door." He laughs, shaking his head at how silly he feels.

"Really? Well, I was worried you'd stood me up. You know, to get back at me for high school." You say sheepishly, looking down at your lap.

"I promise, sweetheart, I would never do such a thing. That shit's in the past, let's just focus on the here and now, deal?" He holds his hand out to you, waiting for you to take it. You do, squeezing tightly as you nod at him. "Alright, I better get this old bitch started. Wouldn't want us to lose our table." He lets you go, putting the van into gear to take you to the restaurant.

You arrive just in time for the reservation Eddie made, 7:30. He holds your hand the whole way inside, and while the waiter leads you to the table. You're about to sit down, when he goes behind you to pull out your chair for you. Damn, he's got the chivalry thing down pat. "Thank you, Eds." You smile as he pushes you in, blushing at him treating you so well. He takes a seat across from you, consciously forcing himself not to slouch in his chair. The waiter comes by with glasses of water, asking what you'd like to drink. "I'll have a dirty martini, please." You say politely to the waiter.

"I'll have the same, thanks." Eddie says nervously, he's clearly uncomfortable in this environment. You'd be lying if you said you aren't as well, you just know how to hide it better. The waiter leaves to retrieve your beverages, and Eddie looks to you anxiously. "So, what exactly did I just agree to drink?"

"I'm honestly not sure, I just heard it on TV once. Sounded grown up, I guess." You can't help giggling, feeling so childish for saying that. Eddie chuckles back, holding his hand out across the table. You put your hand in his, letting him stroke your fingers. "Believe me, I'm just as lost in a place like this as you are. Let's help each other figure out what we want to eat before he comes back, hm?" You open your menus, automatically lost at the names of everything. They're all in Italian, though the descriptions are in english. You both decide to go the easy route and order steak, quickly trying to learn the correct pronunciation as the waiter returns with your drinks.

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter asks, placing your cocktails onto the tablecloth. He's been eyeing the two of you closely, especially Eddie. It seems you don't fit in enough for the staff's liking, their noses trained at the ceiling as they speak to you condescendingly.

Screw ordering in Italian, they'll know damn well what you mean in English. "Yes, I'll have the New York Strip steak with mashed potatoes and steamed corn, please." You're exuding confidence as you speak, though on the inside you're shaking like a leaf. Eddie's eyes bug out as your efforts to sound fancy go out the window, but he picks up on where your head's at. He smirks at you, and you wink back at him.

The waiter is less than enthused, probably expecting every Midwestern asshole that comes in here to struggle to read from the menu for a good laugh. He looks to Eddie, positive that he'll get his sick satisfaction from your date. "And for you, sir?"

"I'll have the same, thank you very much." Eddie replies, an unassuming smile plastered on his face. The waiter frowns, accepting the fact that you've denied him the feeling of superiority over you.

"Very good, it should be ready shortly. Please, let me know if you need anything else." You both nod agreeably at him, and he storms off.

"Nice work, Y/N! You really got under that tight-ass's skin." He laughs, highly impressed by you. The two of you feel much more comfortable now, having taken away the snooty energy of the place. Eddie takes a sip of his drink, making an odd face after he swallows.

"Is it bad?" You ask, before tasting yours. It's definitely strong, and very briny. You don't hate it, but you'd much rather have a vodka cranberry or something. "Well, I wouldn't order it again, but it's not terrible." You decide to down the rest, that way you can get something else.

"Jesus, Y/N. Take it easy." He says teasingly, before mimicking you to finish his own drink. Your glasses sit empty for a while, and you're getting a light buzz. Feeling bold, you slip your foot out of your shoe, lifting it across the underside of the table to graze Eddie's crotch. It takes him by surprise, causing his knee to bang against the wood. It's rather loud as the silverware and glasses bounce a bit, making the other patrons look at you. He waves them away, shooting you a warning look.

"What's wrong, baby? Can't hold your liquor?" You ask, feigning innocence as you continue to rub against him beneath the table. Luckily the cloth goes almost completely to the floor, concealing your actions. He moans quietly, and you feel him hardening inside his pants.

"You're sooooo gonna pay for this later." He says playfully, already planning how to get back at you.

"Oh, I'm counting on it." You grin slyly at him, pressing a little harder. He holds back a groan, wishing he could take you right now in front of everyone. Once the food arrives, you put your foot away. You'll behave until dinner's over, well, mostly. When the waiter walks away again, you lean forward a little, subtly squeezing your tits together with your arms as you cut into your steak.

Eddie takes notice of what you're doing, almost choking on the bite of steak he just took. "Fuck, are you trying to kill me, Y/N?" He says, coughing through his words. Once again, all eyes are on you. You hide your face sheepishly, trying not to laugh at the whole situation. The onlookers return to their meals after a moment, scowling at you.

"Sorry, Eds. I'm just a little eager to get to dessert." You lick your lips salaciously, bringing a piece of meat to your mouth. You pluck it from your fork with your teeth, maintaining eye contact with Eddie the entire time.

"All in good time, darling. You were expecting a real date after all, right?" He looks at you questioningly, wondering if you're just trying to give him what you think he wants.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm nervous, which apparently makes me horny." You roll your eyes at yourself, sighing in an attempt to calm down.

"Don't get me wrong, Y/N. I'm very flattered, but there's no rush. No expectations or anything, 'kay? Let's enjoy our time, get to know each other better. And it's certainly fun to take up space where we clearly aren't wanted, I love making these waiters squirm." He chuckles lowly, highly amused that everyone in here wants so badly to throw him out on his ass. But they can't, because he's a paying customer just like everyone else.

"Very true, they look so funny when they glare." You giggle, taking your time as you eat. You and Eddie spend what feels like hours just talking, asking each other meaningful questions. He's great at conversation, and surprisingly intellectual at times. When the plates are empty, and a couple more drinks disappear, the bill comes around. Eddie doesn't let you see it, eagerly putting a decent amount of cash into the check presenter. "I'm gonna freshen up before we leave, Eds, I'll just be a minute." You stand up, taking your bag as you leave the table. You make a beeline for the ladies' room, going to the mirror to check your lipstick.

The door swings open, and you think nothing of it. Until you hear Eddie's voice speaking to you. "Are you ready for dessert, angel?" He clicks the lock, making sure nobody will interrupt you. He walks over to you, pressing his body against yours before kissing your neck. You feel his erection poking into your ass, and arousal begins to gather between your legs.

"What are you doing in here, Eddie? We could get into trouble." You giggle, not really caring about being caught.

"It'll be fine, baby. Just let me make you feel good." He licks the length of your throat, and you lock eyes with him in the reflection. You moan loudly, his hand snaking around to the front of your dress. He gropes your tits, before turning you to face him. His lips meet yours hungrily, and his hands continue to fondle your chest. You lean against the sink, gripping Eddie's shoulders for balance. His lips leave yours, traveling down your neck, to the valley between your breasts. He nips and sucks your flesh, desperate to mark you as his.

"Oh, Eddie." You sigh blissfully, the booze amplifying his every touch. He stops attacking your tits, lifting you onto the counter. He lowers a hand between your legs, gasping when he realizes you're not wearing any underwear.

"No panties, huh? Such a dirty girl." He grins, kissing you again roughly while running his fingers between your folds. You moan into his mouth, spreading your legs wider for him to put his fingers inside you. He slips them in easily, and immediately pumps them in and out of your cunt rapidly. Your breath catches in your throat, overwhelmed by how fucking hot this all is. At any moment one of the staff could come knocking on the door as patrons complain that the bathroom is locked.

"Eddie." You break away from his lips, almost gasping for air. "I need you, now." You practically beg, grabbing his stiff cock through his pants.

"You sure you don't want me to taste you first? There's so much I want to do to you, but I've barely had a chance." He's almost disappointed, wanting to truly take his time to please you.

"I know, baby. I want that too, but we both know we don't exactly have time on our side here. There'll be other chances for that, but I want you inside me so badly. Please, before we get caught?" You keep palming him through his clothes, ramping him up.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." He purrs, helping you stand before whipping you around. He presses on your back to have you lay against the counter, forcing you to watch yourself as he pushes your skirt up over your ass. He undoes his belt, and pulls his suspenders from his shoulders. Eddie pulls down his pants and boxers, freeing his aching cock. Precum drips from the head, and he spreads it around as he roughly strokes himself. His breath shudders, watching you observe him in the mirror.

You're so wet for him, anticipating his dick filling you up. He teases you first, rubbing himself against your glistening clit. You both moan at the sensation, watching each other's faces change. You're about to ask him to just fuck you already, when he unexpectedly rams his cock into your dripping entrance. "Eddie!" You cry out, gripping the edge of the sink as he pounds his hips against your ass. He slowly pulls out, before slamming back in. He hits your g spot just right, making you want to scream. He keeps going like this, waiting for you to ask for more. It proves difficult though, as every thrust scrambles the thoughts inside your head.

"You're so fuckin' sexy when you're like this, completely at my mercy." He groans, you're so tight and wet for him, it's unreal. Eddie's eyes want to roll to the back of his head, but he maintains his focus. His hands are gripping your hips in an iron hold, and your pelvis digs into the counter with every move he makes. He lowers his torso over yours, speaking into your ear. "If you want me to go faster, you're gonna have to beg for it." He licks your earlobe before biting it, drawing more noises from you.

"Please, baby. Fuck me faster, I need you." You whine, needing him to absolutely demolish you.

"Such a good little slut." He whispers, before snapping his hips into a punishing pace. You can't do anything but moan and cry out Eddie's name, watching his eyes never leave yours as he pierces you again and again. Many lewd noises leave his lips too, but he's still much more under control than you are. "Tell me how good it feels, angel." Eddie doesn't know why, but he wants you to tell him how and what you're feeling.

You struggle to speak, your body is electrified with every brush against your special spot. You want to do as he asks, but it's quite a challenge. You power through regardless, knowing your words will drive him mad. "You feel so good inside me, baby. Your cock hits all the right places, and you make me so wet." You confess to him, watching him lose a little bit of control. You smirk at this small victory, deciding to push him further. "There's nobody like you, Eddie. No one can make me cum like you can. Fuck me harder, I can take it." You're definitely enjoying this little game, watching one another in the mirror as you say the dirtiest things you can think of.

"Careful what you wish for, Y/N. Wouldn't wanna push you too far." Is he really trying to get you to chicken out?

"Believe me, when it's too far, I'll tell you. Now, go faster." You say through gritted teeth, pushing backwards against him to show just how much you want this.

"As you wish, princess." Eddie pounds into you even harder, your hips will certainly have bruises later. You moan so loudly, you're sure the whole restaurant has heard you. But you can't be bothered to give a shit, the pleasure building inside you matters so much more than potentially being thrown out.

"God, you feel so fuckin' good, Eddie. Keep going, just like that." Your words are so addictive to him, every syllable sending strikes of lightning through his body. He's sweating through his shirt, his skin on fire as he keeps plowing into you. Your high is quickly approaching, waves of bliss slowly washing over you. Your pussy starts to clench around Eddie's dick, letting him know just how close you are.

"I can feel you about to lose it, angel. Go ahead, make a mess all over my cock like a good little whore." Eddie smacks your ass, ripping a vulgar sound from your throat. The sting sends a shockwave to your core, pushing you closer to the edge. "You like that? Should I do it again?" He asks, really hoping you say yes. The sound you made almost made him cum right then and there.

"Yes, please!" You cry out, and he happily obliges. He makes contact with your other ass cheek, leaving you severely fucked-out for him. Your eyes bore into his, signaling that just one more will make you come undone.

"You gonna cum, baby? You want me to make you scream so loud the whole restaurant can hear you?" It's proving difficult for Eddie to keep up the pace, his thrusts are getting sloppy as his own orgasm threatens to take hold.

"Yes, God, yes!" He spanks you once again, and it's like you've toppled off a cliff. "Oh, God, oh, FUCK!" You scream, your body combusting from the inside out. Your legs tremble, and your cunt clamps down onto Eddie's length.

"Oh, shit." He chokes out, as his dick empties into your pulsating hole. He keeps thrusting, prolonging your high. You're almost crying, everything feels so fucking good. You can no longer stand on your own, Eddie holds you up as he progressively comes to a halt inside you. He collapses onto your back, his chest rising and falling heavily. Your pussy continues to grip him impulsively, almost refusing to let go. "You were such a good girl for me, Y/N." He says breathily, slowly standing upright to pull out of you. You both groan at how difficult it is, you're hugging him so tight within yourself. "Fuck, sweetheart. Gotta let me out, though it's tempting to stay inside you forever." He chuckles, eventually able to pull away. Your mixed release drips out of your cunt and onto the floor with a 'splat'. "Well, I guess that's a little present for the staff, hm?" You giggle weakly at his comment, unable to stand up straight.

"A little help, Eds? I feel like I'm made of pudding." He quickly pulls his pants back up, putting his suspenders in place. He pulls your dress back down where it belongs, lifting you up to wrap an arm around you. You sling your purse over your shoulder, and it's here that someone comes knocking on the bathroom door.

"Hello, we've had some complaints about somebody locking themselves in the bathroom. Please open the door and vacate the premises." You hear your waiter say on the other side of the door.

Eddie clicks the lock, letting them inside. "Sorry about that, my girlfriend got sick and needed my help. She gets very embarrassed about it, but it must have been something she ate." He says snarkily, leading you out of the bathroom. You pretend to almost throw up as you walk by the angry man, watching his eyes widen in fear.

"V-very well. Come along, before anyone sees you." He frantically leads the both of you to the door, trying to not draw any attention from the other customers. "I hope you feel better, Miss. Have a good evening." He shoos you and Eddie away, hoping to never see the two of you again.

Once you're in the clear, you both bust out laughing in the parking lot. You cannot believe you got away with fucking in a restaurant bathroom, and a fancy one no less. "Nice touch with the fake gagging, Y/N. You're definitely my kind of girl." Eddie holds you close, leaning in for a kiss. You happily meet him in the middle, able to stand mostly steady on your own now. Your lips mesh together tenderly, the warmth of your bodies fighting against the night air biting at your skin.

"And you're just the guy I've been looking for." You reply, snapping his suspenders playfully.

"Ouch!" Eddie says, clearly being sarcastic. "Play nice, Y/N."

"If tonight and the night before is any indication, I'm far from nice." You place your hands on Eddie's chest, moving them upwards seductively. You undo the next couple buttons on his shirt, exposing more of his chest to the cool air. You lower your head to his torso, licking all the way up his chest to his neck. He just watches you wordlessly, taken aback by how aroused you still seem to be. You can go round after round, rough ones too, and just keep begging for more. You bite his neck harshly, marking him as yours. He moans loudly, another tent already forming in his pants. You soothe the purple flesh with your warm tongue, lifting your head to speak in his ear. "So, what do you say, Eddie? You wanna go to round three with a freak like me?"

He's unsure what to say, all he knows is that he's just as hungry for more as you are. He looks at you, his breath fanning over your face. "I thought you'd never ask, sweetheart." He replies with his usual smartassery, leading you to his van to drive somewhere more secluded. If Eddie were a religious man, he'd think he just died and went to heaven.

The end.

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her-power · 5 months ago

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just for tonight (Joseph Quinn x fem reader / one shot) 18+

warnings: adorable as well as smutty. I guess that sums it up!

summary: this is a one shot based on an interesting dream I had involving JQ & myself & a casino. my hyper-fixation heart couldn’t help it and wanted to turn it into a story. enjoy!

a/n: a new Eddie Munson series is in the works & fixation on the darkness II is in brainstorm mode!

word count: 2k? Maybe? I don’t know, I didn’t use my word document for this one lol

You wished you didn’t agree to go to this bachelorette party. You weren’t even in the wedding party but your friend who was a bridesmaid begged you to come because she couldn’t stand the maid of honor. Most Saturday nights you spent lounging on your couch with your cats, and a book on your lap. You felt like a grandma, but you were trying to be a good friend. The bride was in her early twenties, the rest of the party were in their mid twenties. You and your friend were the only ones who were thirty.

You really hated staying out late. It was almost 11 o’clock, you were sitting alone at the bar in the casino of the hotel you had to book. The bridal party wanted to head out to the next town to a bar that closed at 2am, that’s where you draw the line, you’d rather get drunk by yourself and then drag yourself to your hotel room. You were on your second tequila sunrise, which is a lot for you, playing candy crush on your phone, feeling eyes on you from drunk men who would walk by, preying on you. You could never take a compliment but you were pleased with how you looked tonight. A lightweight black mid sleeve dress adorned your curvy figure, went down to your ankles and had two slits up both sides of your legs. The bodice had a cut out diamond shape, exposing some of your sternum below your breasts. You didn’t wear a bra, the tie front of the bodice supported the girls delicately. You had finished your drink, and one magically appears in front of you.

You glance up at the bartender through your eyelashes. “I didn’t order that.” You say kindly.

“No, but the gentleman across the way did.” She tells you with a smirk and you glance behind her. Your breath hitches and butterflies fill your stomach; the most beautiful brown eyes stare back at you, smiling sweetly at you, holding up his glass as a hello. You have to close your mouth, you couldn’t believe someone as handsome as him had bought you a drink, and you couldn’t shake how familiar he looked to you. You clear your throat, digging through your wallet for a ten dollar bill, you hold it up, giving him a questioning, awkward smile. Casino drinks were way too over priced unless you were gambling. He laughs, and your nerves come back as he gets up from his seat and walks around the bar towards you. You rub your sweaty palms on your knees, your leg begins to bop uncontrollably as you feel his presence stand next to you.

You don’t look at him right away, but after giving yourself a little pep talk, remembering what your grandma said about men, you look up at him with a smile.

“I don’t want your money, love.” He’s English, his voice is nice, soft with a bit of a rasp. You realize you’re staring and laugh awkwardly, looking away and he smiles back at you, his cheeks dimpling.

“These drinks are way too overpriced.” You say quietly. “Please, take it.”

You move the bill towards him but he places his hand over yours, crumpling the bills under your hand and gently moves it away. You sigh, shaking your head, placing the money back in your wallet. “Okay, if you can afford it.”

“I can…I suppose.” He laughs softly.

You meet his eyes again, you were definitely a little drunk because you still couldn’t place why he was so familiar to you.

“May I sit?” He asks you and you nod. He slides on the bar stool next to you, his knee grazes yours slightly and you swear you can feel a current shoot down to your lower belly.

“Why did you buy me a drink?” You ask, a blush rising to your cheeks. “I mean, I look pretty pathetic, sitting alone at a bar while her friends are off galavanting somewhere else.”

He grins, perfect teeth. “I think you look pretty beautiful.”

You swallow a nervous laugh. “Oh.”

He cringes and chuckles. “I know, that was lame. I’m sorry.”

“Not lame, I just don’t know how to take a compliment.” You laugh, taking a swig off the drink. “It’s also my choice to sit alone at a bar. I didn’t feel like staying out til two a.m.”

“Ooof. Let me guess, bachelorette party?” He sips his own drink, leaning his head on his palm as he looks at you. You nod, taking another swig. “You seem nervous.”

“Nah.” You laugh a little too loudly and he stifles a giggle. “I’m just…I’m not used to…this. I mean…you’re just…I could just be drunk but, you’re insanely handsome.”

He rolls his eyes. “Oh stop.”

“You can’t take a compliment either!” You laugh, nudging his shoulder. You were loosening up, and part of you thinks it’s his calm energy, and obviously mixed with the alcohol.

Realizing you had knocked back your entire drink, you do the logical thing and order another one. The two of you got to talking, mostly about favorites, why he was there alone, if he gambled and if he had a favorite late night snack. He said his name was Joseph, or Joe. You had turned your body closer to his, the slit of your dress had fell down just the right way so your leg was exposed. You caught him subtly glancing that direction, a blush creeping up on his cheeks when he realized you saw him looking. You clear your throat, glancing at the time on your phone. It was after midnight.

Call it a night and get his number.

Invite him upstairs.

Listen to your grandma.

Invite him upstairs.

“Do you like scrabble?” You ask him, smiling at the silliness of the question.

“Like the game? Yeah…why?” He laughs.

“I have travel scrabble in my room and free alcohol. Whoever loses has to order dominoes.” You grin, your head was foggy but you weren’t that drunk where you couldn’t make consensual decisions.

“Okay, shouldn’t take long for me to win.” He winks at you and you roll your eyes. You both pay your respective tabs and exit the casino, the two of you walk towards the elevator but you stop, leaning on his shoulder for support, unbuckling your heels and sighing with relief before stepping in the elevator. “I don’t know how you ladies do it with the heels.” He laughs.

“Worst. Nightmare.” You groan, tossing the heels into a nearby trash can. He raises his eyebrows and smirks, you catch his look and laugh. “$3 at savers. I have other shoes.”

“Just checking.” He giggles, letting you on the elevator first. You press the button to the 14th floor and he lets out a laugh.

“Your hotel is on the 14th floor? What do you know, so is mine.”

You give him a mock shock face. “Must’ve been fate!” Yeah, you were drunk.

“Oh shush.” He laughs, shaking his head. You had moved yourself closer to him by accident, you were beginning to sway, but he didn’t seem to mind when your hand lightly touches his and he places his hand gently on your lower back as the elevator doors open. You fumble with your purse, trying to find the keycard, weeble wobbling your way towards your room. You see the number for 1457 and hover at the door.

“Well, this just got even more interesting.” You look up at him curiously and he point to the room across the hall. “That’s my room.”

“No it’s not.” You say, genuinely shocked this time. He gives you a smile, taking his keycard out of his pocket, going up to the door and sliding it in the slot. It lights up green and he opens the door like he just did a magic trick.

“I think you’re stalking me.” You say, finally finding the keycard and sliding it in the door. You push open the door, turning on the lights and tossing your purse on floor. He follows you in, shutting the door and locking it behind you.

“I believe, darling. That you’re the one stalking me.” He grins, his body very close to yours you could feel the heat radiating off of him. His hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and you shudder.

“Scravel. Trabble. Oh my god. TRAVEL SCRABBLE.” You cackle and quickly move away from him, you didn’t know why, he was definitely about to kiss you. You could feel his eyes on you as you dig through your luggage to find the game, you look up at him and suddenly feel shy. “What?”

“Nothing.” He smiles, leaning against the wall. “You’re just adorable to look at.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, and you bite your lower lip, going back to searching for the game. He takes the bottle of red wine on the table and pours it into two plastic cups. You laugh when he hands it to you after finding the game.

“Classy.” You grin and clink your cup against his. You both sip the wine and you jump onto the bed, opening scrabble and sitting criss cross apple sauce. He sits across from you, placing the cup on the nightstand next to the phone.

You hand him his letters and the two of you sit silently as you move around the tiles.

Que.

Quest.

Tech.

He makes a word that is just jumbled letters.

“That’s not a word.” You tell him.

“It so is a word!” He laughs.

“LEK is not a word!”

“Google it.” He smirks coyly at you.

You narrow your eyes at him and open your phone, you let out a laugh. “LEK is a basic monetary unit of Albania?! There’s no way you knew that!”

“Are you upset with me for knowing unknown words?” He leans towards you, smiling. “I mean, I can order us the pizza.”

Your breath hitches, he’s so close to you, your knees are almost touching. Your eyes dart from his lips to his eyes, your heart was racing. In one swift arm motion, you launch scrabble off the bed, taking him by his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his middle.

“Fuck the pizza.” You say, before crashing your lips against his. His arms are strong as they wrap around your waist and you straddle him. His hand moves up your leg, to your thigh, gripping the muscle as he moves his way on top of you, his tongue sliding delicately in your mouth. You grip his hair in your fist, he moans softly against your mouth, your hands pull his dress shirt out of his pants and glide up his smooth back. He pulls away from your lips, kissing your neck softly, in between your covered breasts. Your eyes flutter close when you feel him slide down towards your waist and he scoots back on his stomach, massaging your calves. You lean up on your elbows, and watch as he moves the slit of your dress to the side. He leans forward but you stop him with the base of your foot against his forehead and he laughs.

“I don’t normally do something like this.” You tell him, swallowing hard.

He gently moves your foot away, resting it on his shoulder. “I don’t either.” He gently kisses your calf. “We don’t have to…”

“No, no…I want to.” You smile shyly. “I just don’t want you to think I’m the kind of woman that will…”

He moves back up to you, your leg going with him, draping over his shoulder. He cups your face, runs his thumb along your lips. “I don’t think you’re that kind of woman.”

You smile, lifting your face up to kiss him gently. He smiles into your kiss, sliding his way back down in between your legs. Your heart races, feeling him pulling you towards him by your thighs, your knees bend and your head falls back against the pillow as he leaves soft kisses on your inner thighs. You feel his fingers dance gently along the straps of your underwear and you lifts your hips as he pulls them off slowly. He looks up at you through his eyelashes and grins. He looked so sexy. You could honestly come by just his look alone.

“You are very, very beautiful.” He says softly, and his face disappears. You gasp softly when you feel his lips kiss close to your sex, and your back immediately arches when his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks. You grip the blanket beneath you, a moan escaping your lungs.

“Ohhh…” You moan loudly, your hands fists his hair as he swirls his tongue in circles, licking you delicately and kneading at your thighs. You could already feel your orgasm building, but this was just…too fucking good. You didn’t want it to stop. You bite your bottom lip, your tummy muscles clench as your orgasm screams out of you and your back arches. He continues to eat you up, burying his face deeper as you continue to come.

He lifts his face, wiping his lips and smiles, you catch your breath, leaning up to catch his lips. You tasted yourself, and that made you crave him more. He holds your face with his soft hands and you move on top of him, ripping the buttons of his shirt open. He groans softly as you pull away from his lips and kiss his chest, moving your tongue in long stripes across his torso and move your lips down to his hips. You unzip his pants, kissing him gently on the sensitive skin on his pelvis and he shivers, letting out a soft gasp. Your eyes widen as you expose him, questioning whether or not you could fit this in your mouth. You kiss the tip gently and he moans, letting out a laugh of pleasure as you take him entirely into your mouth. He pulls gently at your hair as you swirl your tongue around the head, moving your fist up and down. His head hangs over the bed as he breathes heavily, you watch his chest rise and fall.

He gasps. “I want…I want to feel you.” You lift up your head and he sits up, taking your face, kissing your swollen lips. You shiver, more butterflies settling in your tummy and he watches as you lift your dress above your head. You instinctively shield yourself and he stands up, smiling at you, taking off the rest of his clothes. His hands gently go to your arms and he rubs his palms against your soft skin. You blush as he pulls your arms away from your chest, his eyes scan your body and he meets your gaze. He gives you another sweet smile, leaning forward to kiss you gently, you wrap your arms around his shoulders to deepen the kiss and he kneads at your waist. He cups your ass, lifting you up to the picture wjndow ledge and he stands between your legs. You pull away from his mouth, smiling shyly.

“Condom?” You ask him. He smiles, nodding and going into his jacket pocket. You laugh almost.

“What?” He chuckles as he places the rubber over his erection. “I’m a gentleman. I’m never gonna assume.”

Your heart does a pitter patter, you swear you could see yourself falling in love with this man. He cups your cheek, kissing you deeply and you open your legs wider for him. He hooks your leg around his waist and stares into your eyes. He slowly slides into you and you gasp, your head falling back against the window with a thud. He lets out a sharp breath, gripping your thighs as he pushes himself deeper. He kisses your neck, thrusting into you faster and his lips catch your hardened nipple in his mouth.

“Mmmm…ohhhh…fuuuck…” You’re surprised at your own sounds, how insanely pornographic they sound and you moan even louder when he grunts loudly.

You pull his face towards yours, biting his lower lip and he holds onto the window for support, rocking his hips faster and faster. You whimper and he picks you up, still inside you and kissing you passionately as you both collapse on the bed. You place your leg on his shoulder and he kisses your calf, holding your leg to him as he moves, his other hand reaching to cup your breasts. You place your own hands through your hair, grazing up your body, the pleasure you were getting from him was making you see colors. His moves become a little ragged, and you can tell he’s getting close.

“Kiss me.” You moan, another orgasm building fast. He does as he is told, slipping his tongue in your mouth, thrusting harder and deeper. Your nails claw at his back, and he grunts loudly as you clench around his cock, screaming so loud you’re positive the whole building heard you. He comes hard seconds after you, his moans full of raw, raspy intensity. You hold him close to you, caressing his damp hair as you catch your breath. He lifts his face up to look at you and kisses you softly. You smile against his lips and he gently pulls out of you. He sighs, resting his head on your chest.

“I don’t mean to put a damper on this wonderful night…but I really have to pee.” You laugh and he chuckles against your chest, moving off of you. You hop off the bed, grabbing a pair of shorts and a t shirt from your luggage and rush into the bathroom, after doing your business you tidy yourself up and brush your teeth. When you exit the bathroom, Joseph is sitting with his ankles crossed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. You had forgotten his room was across the hall.

He smiles sweetly at you and you smile back, crawling next to him in the bed. He cradles you against his chest, gently running his fingers through your hair.

“Question game?” He says with a laugh and you nod.

“Okay, where did you grow up?”

You suddenly felt a pit in your stomach. Talking about home opened wounds that were still healing, but you answer him anyway. “Massachusetts.”

“With parents and siblings?” His finger dances gently around your shoulder.

“No siblings, just my parents.” You sigh. “Only child.”

“Me too.” He chuckles. “Where are your parents now?”

Fuck. Here comes the most awkward interaction in the world. He feels you tense up but doesn’t say anything. “…you don’t have to answer that, love. I’m sorry if it’s a touchy subject.”

“No.” You laugh awkwardly. “It’s not, it’s just…what I’m about to tell you usually makes people feel uncomfortable and word vomit which makes me want to crawl into a hole, but I don’t think you’re that kind of person.”

You feel his eyes on you and you glance up at him, he was really listening to you. “My dad lives in a one bedroom apartment with his dog Felix in Boston. And…my mom…she died when I was seventeen.” His hold on you tightens and he gently caresses your face, moving his face closer to yours to stare into your eyes.

“Tell me about her.” He says softly and tears immediately spring to your eyes. You have never had someone say that to you, not even your loved ones, let alone a stranger.

So, you tell him. You tell him how she was the funniest woman on planet earth. How she could quote some memorable movies using their voices and would go out of her way to make a person laugh. How much she loved you. How angry you were when she died. How you hope to never scream like that again in your life. How sometimes you wish you could go back, and take her place.

You feel his lips on your cheeks, kissing your tears away, you didn’t even realize you had been crying.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, this is embarrassing.” You laugh, wiping your face.

“Don’t ever apologize for talking about an important person like her. She sounds like a lovely woman.” He rubs your cheeks. “She made one hell of a daughter.”

You laugh softly, pressing your forehead against his. “How is it possible I meet a perfect stranger at a casino and I still have no idea who you are?”

He laughs and sighs. “Well…do you know Metallica?” He almost blushes and you stare into his eyes, confusion on your face.

Then you realize.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

Holy. Shit.

You gasp loudly, launching yourself back from him, your body falling off the bed as he tries to grab you and you land on your back. You let out a laugh.

“Are you telling me…no, no, no, hold on. Hold on.” You meet his eyes and he’s stifling a laugh but also looks horrified. “Joseph…Joseph…Quinn? Who played Eddie Munson? Are you…me? Me?!”

You lean up on the edge of the bed, staring straight into his eyes, he looks like a lost puppy and your heart skips a beat. “If you want me to leave, I will leave. I know it’s a lot; I do, but…I felt something as soon as I looked into your eyes. I can’t explain it…but I understand if you don’t want me here.”

You stare at him, leaning closer to him, your hands grab his face. You gently run your hands over his cheeks, his lips, studying him more. “No…I want you to stay.”

He lets out a sigh. “Really?”

You smile largely. “Right now, you’re just the handsome man who bought me a drink at a bar, who made me laugh and listened to me talk about the worst day of my life. You left no hints, you were just you. Just for tonight, and forever, that’s who you are to me. Just Joseph.”

He smiles, grabbing your hand, his cheeks dimpling, and you kiss him.

Boy, do you kiss him.

Fin.

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chlorinecake · 1 year ago

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ｃｏｎｖｅｎｉｅｎｔｃｈａｎｃｅｓ II

🎱 pairing: yandere!stalker!enhypen x fem!reader

🎱 cw: language, non-con kissing and touching, reader gets tortured-ish, slight dumbification, use of the nickname "doll"

🎱 wc: 3k — read part one and three here

YOU AWOKE TO the feeling of the once running vehicle coming to a complete stop, doors unlocking at every which side.

Niki nudged your exhausted body, “Rise and shine, sleepy head.” Meanwhile, Heeseung hooked his arms under your armpits, guiding you out of the car. Your legs hit the ground, drawing your attention to your surroundings. From what you could tell, it was still fairly late in the night, and you were in the middle of the woods. Not too unfamiliar of a scene to you, but still a good ways away from civilization.

Jake ran over to hold your feet, Heeseung and him now holding you in a hammock position. They carried you past a campfire to a ledge on the cliff where the rest of the boys were standing ominously, Sunoo deciding to stay back in the car.

“Now look. We're not gonna hurt you unless we have to, so consider this all an unruly warning. A reminder of who you belong to,” Jay slithered, grabbing a stick from the ground to trail your frightened features. “You're not making any sense, Jay! If this was all apart of your plan to get my attention, why’d you have to kill Mandy?”

The six boys exchanged looks, laughing hysterically at your pitiful state.

“We didn’t kill her, jackass,” Sunghoon spat.

“What do you think life is? Some sort of simulation where people do the same things every single day?”

“She got the night off,” Jake finished, “so I covered for her shift.”

You internally sighed in relief, "Great, so you’re just trying to scare me, then?”

Heeseung peered at you from above, “Are you scared?”

You spat in his face, causing him to snicker in amusement. He dropped one of your arms to wipe your spit from his face, holding you up by one arm. “I like her," he grinned, reached down to squeeze your cheek harshly.

Jay stuck the stick he held in the fire before sealing the red hot edge at the side of your waist.

“Ahhgg,” you groaned in pain, provoking Jay to dig the burning stick even further into your skin, “Don’t fuck this up for me, love. I'm trying to be nice here, and you're only making things more difficult.”

“Alright, ladies, let’s stay on track, please,” Jungwon complained, impatiently nudging Jay’s shoulder.

“Right. We’re gonna ask you a question. Though, there’s only one right answer.”

“W-wha-what?"

“Slow down, dummy. Let him finish,” Niki retorted at your stuttering.

“Fuck this, walk her to the ledge,” Sunghoon directed, Heeseung and Jake guiding your frame to the cliff, their grips tightening around your wrists and ankles the more you struggled against them.

“It’s like you want us to punish you,” Heeseung smirked, swinging you back in forth dangerously close to the edge, Jake chuckled at your trembling. You screwed your eyes shut, preferring not to see whether they’d actually throw you over the cliff or not.

Jay stood in the background, observing your terror before speaking.

“There are two ways this night can end, ____. One, you fight back and my boys will do with you as they please.”

Jungwon and Niki snickered to each other.

Your lower lip quivered at the sound of their devilish tone's, feeling your arms and legs go numb from the awkward position you hung at.

“Two, you and I continue our relationship as if nothing ever changed and you swear your loyalty to me.”

“Booooo,” Sunghoon whined sarcastically, “I like the first option better.”

“The choice is yours, love. So choose wisely.”

“Fuck," you groaned exhaustedly, "fine! I’ll go with you! Just please make them put me down!”

“Tsk tsk tsk. You were so close, love, but I’m not sure if I favor the delivery of your answer. Try again, sweetheart, I know you can do it.”

“J-Jay,” your voice cracked with frustration, feeling the two rascals starting to swing you again.

You hated that he persisted on making this a difficult situation for you, even though you had already complied. You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking away the moisture in your eyes before continuing.

“I’ll go with you, Jay. I swear, I won’t leave you again!”

“And?”

“And my love and loyalty belongs to you, Jay. Always and forever.”

The wilderness fell silent, the sound of your jagged breaths filling the atmosphere.

Jay kneeled down to meet your tired figure that hung in the air, pulling your face to his before kissing the corner of your lips.

“I know, my love. And I’ve worked so hard to make sure you finally know that, too.”

He gave Jake and Heeseung a look before they released your aching limbs from their hostile grasp, your body flopping on the rocky ground.

“Eugh,” you grunted as Jay pulled you into his hold.

“All of you get in the car!” Sunghoon ordered, rounding up the rest of the boys as Jay carried you to the vehicle, dropping his friends off at their places before bringing you back to his house.

Your new “home.”

THE NEXT DAY, you and Jay were at a fancy restaurant just like old times. He bought you the most lovely black dress and stilettos to wear for the evening, complimented with pearl accents that matched his fancy wrist watch. It had been a while since you went out for food other than the convenience store, especially not with your ex-boyfriend.

He pulled your chair out for you before sitting at the other side of the table, analyzing the menu before initiating small talk.

“So, how’s life been? We haven't had many opportunities to catch up in a while.”

You ran a finger over the dish titles under the plastic covering of the menu, “I don’t see the point in discussing my life details with you when I’m sure you’ve already seen everything.”

Jay paused for a moment as if hitting a brick wall, clenching his jaw at your reply.

“Can’t you see I’m trying here, ____?” He pleaded, looking into your frustrated eyes, “I know I can’t take back what I’ve done to you, but this is a start. I already explained that my intentions were noble, I just-“ he paused again.

“You’re just crazy about me, right? Is that it?” You teased, crossing your legs under the table.

Jay snickered, showcasing his cat-like teeth.

“See? I knew you understood me,” he feigned glee, peering in a little closer over the table before whispering, “now stop disrespecting me or I’ll take your ass home and demonstrate just how crazy you make me.” His hand found yours, giving it a gentle squeeze that didn’t match the cruel nature of his words.

What was wrong with him?

“Good evening, and welcome to The Diamond. What can I start you guys off with? Drinks, appetizers?”

"I'll start with an iced lemon water,” Jay smiled, “and for you, love?”

“Iced water sounds lovely,” you smiled back, fighting the urge to kick him under the table.

“Anything else before we move onto entrées,” the waiter asked. Your eyes were so stuck on a Jay that you hadn’t realized it was Niki dressed as the server. You felt like the ceiling was caving in on you.

“Is everything okay, Miss?” Niki asked sarcastically, tilting a mocking head at your anxious state.

“Y-yes, I’m alright,” you stammered, trying to remain calm.

“I’ll let you know if we need anything else,” Jay finished, Niki bowing before running off to serve other tables.

“You brought back up?” You scoffed, shaking your head at him.

“No, doll, I’ve only ordered water so far. No need to panic, I’m paying anyways,” he chuckled, observing the menu once again.

You hated the nickname doll, as it only added to your circumstances of being his play thing. You watched as a thick bead of water trailed down the side of your glass, a bright yellow lemon floating in the mixture. You stuck your bare hand into the cup, bringing the lemon to your lips to suck on.

The slurping noises you made caught Jay’s attention, “What’re you doing, ____?” He asked in shock at your sudden change in behavior.

A few drops of the lemon dripping on your tits, drawing Jay's attention to your cleavage. You got up from the table, feeling Niki's threatening gaze burn holes into your back. You pushed your chest out, “Can you clean me up, Jay? I’m such a mess,” you pouted getting on your knees for him.

“____, this isn’t funny. You know better than to act out in a place like this.”

“Don’t keep your dumb doll waiting, Jay-Jay,” you ignored him, reaching a hand to stroke his thighs.

He snatched your wrist with such a force that the contact with his skin and yours made a snapping sound.

“That was your last strike, love. You don’t get any more chances to behave.”

For whatever reason, you didn’t feel threatened by his words. You knew that your actions would only lead to the inevitable cycle that Jay planned to evoke on you anyways.

He guided you through the restaurant, a few people observing the event in disgust. “She’s just a little tipsy,” Jay remarked halfheartedly, rushing through the doors before shoving you in the passenger's seat of his truck.

“What the hell was that, Jay?”

“Pfft, you’re asking me that?”

“How am I supposed to trust you when you bring your goons around to watch me? When you threaten my safety over my emotions?”

Jay shook his head at your words, “you're not the victim here, love.”

You scoffed before he continued.

“I may have hurt you physically, but you broke my fucking heart, and that can never be healed. Not until I correct your behavior,” he frowned, pulling into a driveway.

You didn’t bother asking why you were here because you knew this place all too well. It was the same place he’d take you whenever he wanted to “teach you a lesson.”

He called it his classroom.

So here you were, a student smelling of sweet citrus with your aggravated teacher and his hostile cane. You imagined each whack would feel more like a hit to your mind than it’d hurt you physically. Because that was the thing about Jay.

He’d cut you from the surface, but forget that those wounds often travel much deeper.

He held the small of your back as he guided you to the doorstep at the front porch, taking in your nervous frame.

“____,” he began, taking your hands in his but your gaze fell to the ground, fearful tears starting to spill from your eyes. So much for holding it in all this time.

“Save you tears love,” Jay continued, lifting up your face and wiping the moisture from your cheeks, “I’m not gonna hurt you anymore.”

His words delayed your tears mid-stream, staring into his eyes with confusion.

“What are you saying, Jay?” You sniffled.

“I’m saying that I considered your words. 'How can you trust someone who hurts you?' That’s what you said, right?”

You hummed in response, more keen on listening to him than speaking for yourself.

"Well. In that case, I promise that I'll never lift a finger against you in a violent way. From now on, my hands will only be used to love and adore you, my love. Do you understand?"

You felt the tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes again.

This promise of his was almost too good to be true.

"Y-yes, Jay," you hiccuped, face feeling hot from the breath you held, "I understand."

Suddenly, he pulled you close to him, tenderly connecting his lips with yours. You didn’t reject his kiss because for whatever reason, you craved his comforting.

He broke from the embrace, unlocking the door to reveal the oozing black that danced within the structure of the eerily familiar house. He nodded, initiating you to enter without his force. "I'll see you in two hours," he said as you noticed the six pairs of soulless eyes staring back at you. Your legs grew stiff, but Jay pushed you in, locking the door behind you before going about his evening.

You beat on the door like a mad woman, “Fu- ughh! Jay! Please don’t leave me in here with them,” you screamed desperately, shaking at the door knob in terror. You heard footsteps approaching you from behind before Heeseung, the eldest of the bunch, grabbed your shoulder viscously, pinning you against the cold door.

“Nice to see you again, cutie. I’m sure you remember me from our last encounter,” he grinned, leaning in to breathe his hot breath against your neck, “it’s funny how you smiled in my face while I thought about getting you in a position like this,” he bit down on your skin, “vulnerable, and so fucking pretty for me,” he groaned, harshly kissing at your neck.

Sunghoon pushed him out of the way, giving him a fed up expression, "and I’m sure you remember Jay’s rule.”

Heeseung wiped the wetness from his mouth, “yeah? And what rule was that, fun police?”

“That we’re allowed to mess around with her how we please as long as we avoid leaving any obvious bruises,” Jake finished, cringing at the teeth marks Heeseung left on your neck.

“Hmm,” he hummed in thought, “I should’ve went for the tits.”

You felt nauseous in the middle of all this, having to listen to the perverted boys debate on they'd abuse you. Niki made his way around the corner, walking in your direction.

He pouted back at you facetiously, punching you in the stomach and snickering as you fell to the ground, “you’re such a fucking crybaby,” he spat, grabbing you by the hair just to let you go harshly.

You looked around the dark room, noticing Sunoo standing in a corner alone, mirroring your anguish. You got up and ran to him, falling in his lap before weeping. “Sun, I know what I said to you, but-" your words were cut off by him pushing you away, the back of your head clashing with the hard floor.

“You don’t get to call me that anymore,” he bit back, walking over you as if you were a piece of trash, “finish her off, Jungwon. I don’t wanna have to hear her screams once you get started, so I’ll be outside.”

“Me, too,” Jake added, “I don’t have enough energy for the crybaby tonight,” he rolled his eyes, joining Sunoo outside.

“As you wish, hyung,” Jungwon grinned, grabbing you by the hands before dragging you to the center of the room. The four remaining boys huddled around you like kids in a candy store. Jungwon and Niki held your arms and legs down while Sunghoon kept your head in place.

Heeseung walked over with two large buckets of water, placing them down before coming over to straddle your frame. “How about we play a little game. As I'm sure you’ve learned, there's only one right answer,” he slithered, snaking a hand down to pinch the soft skin of your thigh.

"Your body will give me your answer before your mouth does,” he grinned as Sunghoon reached his hand over to cover your mouth. You fought under Niki and Jungwon’s grip, muffled screams rumbling from your throat.

“I’ve heard that most girls scream when they like it,” Sunghoon chuckled. Heeseung removed Sunghoon’s hand before forcing his tongue past your lips, his tongue fighting against yours.

Sunghoon tried holding your head in place, but he lost his grip as you shook away, biting down on Heeseung’s lip, “FUCK,” he grunted, tasting his own blood fill his mouth.

"She's definitely more of a fighter than a lover," Jungwon began amused, "maybe that's why Jay had so much trouble keeping her around."

By now, you had long forgotten about the large buckets of water sitting a few feet away until Heeseung’s weight left your body, grabbing one of the buckets before dumping it over your face in a stream that lasted thirty seconds.

You hiccuped on the water, struggling to fight the agonizingly steady stream.

“Jake, Sunoo!” Heeseung growled, calling the boys back in.

“Yeah, what’s up?” They asked in unison.

“I’m gonna need a lot more water,” Heeseung ordered, watching you pant for breath beneath him. “Any last words before they get back, because I’m afraid from here, you’ll only be able to burp for the next week," he snickered.

You shook your head violently, more so as a cry for help than an answer to his sadistic question. Heeseung grabbed the second bucket of water, cooing at your misery, "I guess you're choosing to end things on a cliff hanger, for now," Niki smirked, swapping places with Sunghoon so he could restrain your head movements.

That's when the second dry-drowning circuit began, Heeseung pouring the chilly water all over your face. This stream lasted longer than the last one, or maybe it just felt that way because you hadn't had the chance to catch your breath.

The devilish boys would continue to do this for another two hours until Jay came back, occasionally playing with your body in between sessions.

You were soaking wet and your skin seemed blue, considering that you actually passed out a few times from the abuse. Goosebumps stained the surface of your skin as if you they were permanent, feeling as though your life had been completely washed out of you.

Jay didn't bother hanging around at the house before guided you to his car, thanking his friends for “handling you" while he was away.

“So,” Jay began, driving you off to God knows where, “how were they?”

You picked at the skin of your nails, failing to get a hold of your nerves. Your dress was still damp from everything that happened, and your hair was a complete mess. You looked a wreck from the outside, but that hardly compared to the agony you were suffering from on the inside.

“Great,” you replied with a pleasant expression and tone, almost sounding genuine.

"You don't have to lie to me, love. You look dreadful," he admitted, resting a hand on the bumpy skin of your thigh.

"To look on the bright side, I'm sure you learned a very valuable lesson. Hmm?"

"Yes, I did," you replied, your eyes fixed on the dark city skyline ahead of you, lost in your pain.

"Lovely. Now let's get you home and cleaned up. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

Ｔｏｂｅｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅｄ.

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neteyamkink · 2 years ago

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cold neteyam meeting the clan’s sweetheart and having a soft spot for her but tries not to be obvi with it (everyone can lowkey tell though through the little gestures he does) that ends in smut when theyre alone and he wants to corrupt her innocence and reputation👀👀

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCHHHH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! sorry this took me so long i’m so slow 😭

paring: aged up!neteyam x metkayina reader

warnings: mean neteyam :( (he’s in love though), my first time writing smut in veryyyy long >.<, degrading, use of “slut”, “princess”, “sweetheart, lil corruption kink?, swearing ofc, disgusting smut idfk

At first, you thought it was the new environment making him so distant and rude. Eventually, you started to think it might've been just you, he had no problem talking with anyone else in the clan. Just you. Little did you know the reasoning behind that was that he was in deep denial about his feelings towards you. He hated the way you made him feel so vulnerable and helpless. So he had to hate you, right?

You'd try to reach out to him and try to start a conversation, but he would always turn you down with a, "I'm busy," or, "leave me alone." You couldn't lie it kind of hurt your feelings. everyone loved you, how could he not?

One afternoon most of the young adults and teenagers were hanging around a fire, the sullys and all of your friends included. You sat there crushing up herbs to make spices and listening in on the conversation everyone was having.

"Y/n stop being so quiet," Kumi spoke, you didn't like Kumi very much only because he was a part of ao'nung’s little bully crew.

"I'm busy, I'm listening though," You smiled still trying to be nice to him even though you really just wanted to tell him to fuck off. What can you say though? You were minding your business obviously focused on something else.

"Oh come on since when were you anti-social," Kumi laughs, now he has interrupted the group's conversation and everyone's attention was on you two.

"I'm not, sorry I'll chime in," you quickly said realizing this whole thing was interrupting the group. You hated yourself for apologizing for being busy, but you didn't want to disturb the group and make a big deal out of the whole situation.

"Why are you making her apologize? She's obviously busy dumb ass," Neteyam suddenly chimed in. Your eyes shot up to him, but he was already looking at you. He scrunched up his face and looked away crossing his arms.

"oh no it's okay, neteyam," you scrambled to find the correct words and suddenly your heart was running miles a minute.

"Whatever," he scoffed not bothering to look in your direction. Suddenly your heart felt like it was dropping into your stomach and the frown that was on your face was inescapable.

Later in the day after the fire, you decided you would figure this out. No one is allowed to not like you. Neteyam usually would go into the trees to practice archery late after dinner. Even though he had to learn the ways of these new people he was determined to not forget the ways of his own. How did you know this? Kiri is your new best friend.

Determined to befriend the forest boy you set out into the forest to find him, and of course, he was exactly where Kiri said he would be. You decided to sit back and watch before going up to him. He set up a practice station with a bunch of fruits hanging from trees. You watched him draw back his bow and arrow, His back and arm muscles flexed and his blue skin looked so glossy and smooth under the moonlight. fuck y/n, focus. He released his arrow and it went straight through the fruit and into the tree behind it.

"Impressive," you spoke up slowly walking out of the tree and bushes you were behind. His head snapped in your direction and once he saw who it was he rolled his eyes and took a breath.

"I didn't mean to scare you," you smiled sweetly, attempting to use the charm that had worked on others on him.

"You didn't," he scoffs grabbing an arrow from the group and pulling it through his bow. You thought archery was so cool... and he looked so hot doing it. focus, y/n.

"what are you doing here? how did you find me?" he asks releasing his arrow and landing it perfectly in the middle of the fruit. damn, he's good.

"I came to talk to you about something. Kiri told me where you might be," You spoke stepping a little closer towards him. He didn't look away from his targets.

"I hope you know earlier today was not me defending you. I just don't like kumi," though his tone was even and calm his words were harsh and hurtful. Does he really not like you that much?

"Why are you so mean to me?" You randomly blurted out with a pout formed on your face. Your mouth moved before you could think about what was coming out of it and as soon as the words came out you wanted to shove them right back in. You usually were never this straightforward or harsh with anyone. He turned to you and quirked his brow like he was shocked.

shit was he being too harsh? he thought. He just couldn't stand the way you made him feel. The way the innocent look in your eyes made his insides all tingly. The way that one look made him want to get on top of you and ruin those innocent eyes. fuck those eyes that you're giving him right now. Why do you have to torture him like this?

"Am I really?" he said dropping his bow and taking steps closer and closer toward you. Suddenly your throat was dry and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You took steps back as he got closer, too scared of what you might do if he got any closer. Too scared of what those yellow eyes burning through you might do to you.

"mhm," you hummed, heart racing as if you had just run to the moon and back.

"I can show you mean," he smirked. a gasp left your mouth when your back suddenly bumped into the bark of a tree, he had you cornered. And fuck you don't know what he meant by that but whatever he did you wanted it so badly. He looked as if he was going to eat you alive and my eywa you were begging he would.

"teyam..." you stuttered, putting your hands up to rest on his chest. "Teyam, please," you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were practically begging him to ruin you. your eyes looked up at him through your eyelashes, bottom lip slightly jutted out in a pout. Fuck you drove him crazy.

"Say it," the smirk plastered on his lips makes your knees grow weak and you almost buckle over.

You can speak so you just push his neck down and smash your lips onto his. He wastes no time responding and kissing back. His sweet lips were rough against yours and the only thing you both could think about is why you didn't do this sooner. Everyone saw the tension between you two except for you. In the back of your mind, you knew you had been waiting for this moment.

"jump," he mumbles against your lips. You're quick to follow his instructions and jump, his strong arms catch you his hands have a firm grip cupping your ass. The tree you are pushed up against rubs against your porcelain skin.

"All you do is act so sweet and innocent around the others. I know what you really are," he speaks in between sloppy kisses. His words go straight to your brain and suddenly your head is all fuzzy and wonky. He moves from Your lips down to your neck, and your neck down to your collar bone, and your collar bone down to a little above your breast. then he repeats kissing, sucking, licking.

Your hands tangled in the back of his hair, and his braids felt rough in your hands. Your lips parted slightly to make way for the small hums and moans falling from them.

"need you right now, mk?" neteyam backs away from your neck to speak. you nod without hesitation, fuck you are so ready. The pool between your legs had been forming ever since he backed you into the tree.

"use your words, princess," The nickname darted straight to your pussy.

"yes, I need you," you spoke trying to pull him closer to you. He let out a low groan and reached one hand down to your loincloth, His big hand dragging across your wet slit.

"fuck," you gasped and bit your lip.

"All this for me?" he questions his lips curving into the stupidest grin. You simply nodded and tugged his hair tighter. He circled his finger around your clit a couple of times, making sure to get you nice and wet. small moans escaped from your mouth as you pawed at his loin cloth ready for more. You could feel him painfully hard against your palm.

“need you teyam,” you choked out, practically begging him to fuck you. He stopped his movements around your clit and looked you in the eyes. He was ready too. You looked up at him and batted your eyes, your eyes begged him for something- no… anything more.

“fuck, okay,” he quickly gave in undoing the knot of his loincloth with his free hand and letting it drop to his feet. He grabs his cock and lines it up with your entrance rubbing it up and down your slit. His hands practically shook with excitement.

“you sure?” he asks pausing before he goes any further. Without hesitation, you aggressively nod your head.

“words, ma ‘evenge (my girl),” the nickname drove you crazy causing the pool between your legs to get bigger and bigger.

“yes, teyam please,” you pleaded hands gripping the hair on his neck tighter. Immediately he was bullying his cock through your walls. When he entered you, you both gasped out of pleasure. The feeling of you being filled up makes your head go spinning, and the feeling of your warm walls around Neteyam makes him dizzy.

“oh, my eywa,” you whimper as he slowly pulls out and quickly snaps his hips back into yours. Your head swings back into the tree behind you and he uses both of his hands to cup for ass to support you. Back aching from being forced onto the rough bark behind you.

“Fuck baby,” he groans increasing his pace with every thrust. His nails dug into the plush of your ass and he couldn’t help but bury his head in the crook of your neck. Kissing, sucking, licking, and sometimes sinking his sharp fangs into your collarbone.

“You feel so good,” you whine bucking your hips up at him to meet him halfway, your body was begging for more.

“I need more,” you pleaded pushing his neck closer to you and shoving his body against yours, leaving sloppy kisses all over his shoulder. You needed to be closer to him, you needed to feel every movement he made, hear every breath he took, and kiss every inch you could.

“I know you want it so bad, huh baby?” his voice sounds sympathetic but he’s just being a meanie. His thrusts grow faster and faster, harder and harder. Your eyes roll into the back of your head due to the amount of pure bliss you were in.

“Fuck I been waiting to fuck you for so long. Ruin that pretty little innocent act you put on,” he practically growls into your neck. Your nails dig into his back.

“Please ruin me,” You begged, he scoffed at how needy and pathetic you were for him. He knew you weren’t as innocent as everyone made you out to be, so he was gonna fuck you like you weren’t.

“You’re all mine now,” he smirks against your collarbone as he sucked and bit marking you up so everyone would know he was yours and you were his.

“Say it ma ‘evenge,” he demanded.

“‘m all yours teytey,” you choked out through your moans. The knot in your stomach was growing tighter by the second and any second now you would cum.

“Please can I cum tey?” you begged, scratching up his back and marking him in your own way.

“Admit it, admit you’re a fucking slut,” His stern voice pulsated throughout your whole body sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m a slut,” you manage to choke out through your pants. His thrusts are becoming sloppy but his pace is still quick. You know he’s close.

“who’s slut are you?” He questions biting into your neck, his fangs so deep they feel like they’re going to draw blood.

“yours, teyam. All yours,” you breathe, his breaths quicken with yours and he throws his head back unable to take the pleasure anymore. You have to cum before him.

“cum, princess,” As soon as the word leaves his mouth, your a mess crumbling underneath him. Pleasure takes over your body and causes your head to throw back and your back to arch off the tree. The way your walls tighten around him sent him over. His thrusts became sloppy as his white ropes shot into you.

“I know, baby. I know,” He shushed you as you both came down from your high caressing your face with one of his hands and holding you up with the other.

“everyone’s gonna know you’re mine,” he smirked admiring the attacks he left on your neck.

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raven-cincaide · 2 months ago

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The last piece

Summary: In desperation, you search for a set of wings to complete your last-minute Halloween costume. As you do that, you run into a man who seems to think you have more potential to you than a simple university party girl, and he’s dead set on having you join ‘Jujutsu University’- whatever that is…

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Satoru Gojo Sweetober prompt: 1 Halloween costumes WC: 3K Warnings: Cursing, alcohol consumption, hint at rude behaviour, bullying, suggestive content and relationship between teacher-student.

“ I swear they don’t have them!”

You huffed loudly, couched down into a squat, your hands frantically searching through the piles of plastic bags of the cheaply made costumes carelessly stuffed into the bottom shelf of the tiny pop-up store. You shuffled, reshuffled and pulled out some bags before stuffing them carelessly back into the shelf. Only to repeat the search cycle.

It was an action that earned you the stink eye from the store attendant and the few other patrons who were patiently waiting for you to be done so they could have their go at the few remaining costumes. You didn’t care about the glares, the coughs aimed to get you aware of your surroundings or even the not-so-subtle comments that there were other people in the world beside you. Rather, you raised your shoulder more and pressed your phone closer against your ear so you could better hear your best friend's awkward, mock, sympathetic laugh,

“I am telling you, they don’t have a single pair of black wings. I am not even hoping for bat wings at this point; any wings will do. Just give me the frame, and I’ll fix the rest! But they’re cleaned out: NADA, not a single one!”

“Well, then it sounds like you’ll be going in one of those shitty off-brand get-ups. So what will it be, hun? Slutty nun? Slutty pirate? ohh ohh maybe slutty vampire?” “What? And have Emelie and her goons rub it in my face all night? In that case, I may as well just not show up at all” Your voice came out whiny as you shoved the plastic bags away from yourself back into their draw.

Your eyes filled with hate as you stared at them as though they were somehow at fault for your bad fortune- the leathery bat wings you had spent months creating, designing and sowing had been damaged during a water leak in your apartment. And no matter how much you dried and cleaned them, you couldn’t get rid of the sewer stench. With the Halloween party later that evening, your only other option was to take a ready-made wing frame and re-dress it into cloth and leather. It wouldn’t be fancy, but if you put more emphasis on your make-up and hair, you’d look classy enough. Maybe even like a bat.

“C’mon don’t even joke-”“-If you’re done, wouldn’t it be nice to let others look? This store has the best costumes in town, and it’d be a shame to let them go to waste after all,” A male voice purred behind you in a playful yet rather rude tone with a touch of scolding to it.

You jumped to your feet and spun around. Your lips were set into a surprised ‘0’. This was the first time in ages anyone was able to sneak up on you. This fact instantly put you on edge. You studied the man closely, from his snow-white hair and the black mask which hid his eyes to the dark blue uniform that made him look like he was a cosplayer, all ready for trick-or-treating despite being a decade too old for that. Then again, you weren’t in your teens either, so maybe the pot shouldn’t call the kettle black. He was tall, towering over you and looked rather awkwardly unfitting in the pop-up store, as if he and his long legs didn’t quite fit in the tiny space between your crouched down position and the fluffy fake wigs and fur behind himself.

He was oddly out of place but also comfortable in it.

You released the breath you were holding and stood up. “Whatever”, You huffed as you moved to walk past him, purposefully bumping your shoulder against his. You heard his sharp intake of breath, a murmur ‘interesting’ followed by a stand turning over. You grimaced, a stab of guilt coursing through you- you hadn’t meant to make him stumble or turn something over but you pushed the unpleasant feeling down and just rushed out of the store.

Lingering behind would only embarrass you further.

“Okay so there’s one last open gimmicky store, and you should make it before closing time, so you start by going left..”

Your best friend's voice on the phone was a welcome distraction as your feet carried you down the street away from the commotion you caused. You disregarded the guilt, focusing on a prayer instead. You knew you didn’t deserve divine intervention but you still prayed to whatever god- or demon- that would answer that you’d be able to save yourself from humiliation at the party. You just needed to find a single pair of wings in the last store, that was all. Surely, it is not too large of a request to ask for.

Apparently, it was; luck, god and the devil were not at your side as you left as the day's last customer. There were no wings in sight of any kind, and the only remaining costume in your size was an overpriced Harley Queen version from Suicide Squad. Mini shorts, fishnets, a torn a little too short t-shirt and a flimsy rain poncho they dared call a jacket. You had to buy a baseball bat, accessories, and heels separately.

It was an impulse buy full of desperation. Which you regretted the second you stepped out onto the warm afternoon street. But as you heard the store clerk lock the door behind you, you knew the chances of you being able to return it were beyond non-existent.

“Why such a disappointed face? Want a lollie or something?” It was that male voice again that seemed to pop up out of nowhere. This time he wasn’t behind you, but rather beside you, arms full of bags from different stores; Halloween pop-up store, candy store, Daiso, and a cheap (candy?) pair of fangs poking out of his mouth.

Before you could respond- be it in apology for shoving him into a stand earlier that day or accuse him of stalking you- he reached into one of the bags and the next thing you knew, a plastic headband with giant eyeballs, with googly eye irises and fake blood all over googly eyes tied to long spring wires which bounced in all the direction, made it to your head.

You gaped at his audacity.

The man merely grinned in response. “Because that’s what you youngsters like, right? Gory creepy things. If not, I have cat ears and pumpkins as well.”

You stood stunned for a moment, not knowing what was more insulting, a man close to your age calling you a youngster or the audacity he had to put that ridiculous headband onto you. Either way, you reached up and ripped the headband off your head, messing your hair up completely. “How would I know?! I’m not a ‘youngster’,” you snapped back, throwing the accessory at him.

You saw it hit the ground in front of him and turned on your heel. “Aj aj aj, aren’t you at least going to give it back to me politely? I’ve gone out of my way to do something nice for a stranger, even after she shoves me into a stand” His voice is lighthearted like he doesn’t actually expect you to respond to him.

But your steps falter, your cheeks flush pink, and the twitch of guilt is back.

You knew he was, at best case, jesting and, at worst, manipulating you. But you couldn’t deny his words. You did act incredibly rude towards him just because you had terrible luck, which turned your panties in a twist- with no fault of his. Damned guilt.

Turning on your heel, you walked back to where the Halloween diadem with plastic eyes lay on the ground and picked it up. Another step and you were in the white haired man's personal space. Then you slam it in the only area of him not covered in shopping bags- a part of his upper chest. You feel the silky material of his uniform and the tense rock-hard muscles, and you see the unmistakable grin on his lips. As if he had won the lottery. “Interesting. You’ve got potential and-”

“Thanks, but not interested; try a pick-up line that isn’t licked off the internet” You cut him off, then turned back around and walked away. You tried to keep your head held high and your expression neutral, even as his laughter echoed off the street walls.

Clearly, he found whatever you said ridiculously amusing.

Although you found him infuriatingly intriguing, you forced yourself to stop thinking about him the second your best friend called you up about the latest update on the evening's Halloween party. You were determined not to let her know you had embarrassed yourself twice in front of the same hot guy. After all, the more you thought about the odd white-haired man, the more you were sure you would never run into him again. And if she found out how you behaved, she’d never let you live it down. So you just listened to her rant and rave while you headed home with just enough time to grab some dinner and make a few edits to the not-cheap-yet-cheap-looking Harley attire in an attempt to make it less last-minute obvious before it was time to head out.

The time flew incredibly fast.

The Halloween party was held at one of the largest party buildings on campus. Normally reserved for formal events, it was completely re-decorated into several floors of madness. Fake cobwebs hung from almost every corner; the windows were tinted; some were completely black with white sticker ghosts stuck on them; others had cutouts of bloody handprints. Doors were replaced with creepy, cut or stained shower curtains, and Halloween-inspired Rave and Techno music pulsed through every floor, from pumpkin smashing in the cellar to the corridor of horror in the attic. It was the biggest and longest party of the entire year.

As you stood beside your best friend at the drinks table, inches from the semi-packed dance floor full of zombies, witches and vampires, ‘you felt oddly out of place. It wasn’t that your costume stood out amidst the hundreds ‘sexy’ characters: nurse, maid, pirate, clowns and such. It was that it was too generic; there were at least six other almost identical Harley Queen and as the sevenths walked in through the door, you felt your patience hang on by a thin thread.

The thread grew thinner as you saw Emelie and her group enter as if they owned the entire party. The Childhood-friend-Emelie-who-you-knew-since-kindergarten-but-who’s-mommy -remarried-rich. The one who got her precious popularity by trampling all over you and your image; if she made you the scapegoat and the butt of the joke, no one would have the time to question her and her new money. No, a once friend had become a part of the typical rich girls and guys who thought they were better than the rest of the world because they could wave their daddy’s credit cards.

You hated them about as much as you were jealous of them. Even if they took it upon themselves to rub it in your face whenever they could, how much better they were than you. Or, their new favourite tactic: reminding you how much you didn’t live up to your own image. You saw them stare you up and down and felt your face flush in the darkroom as they whispered among themselves.

A daughter of a seamstress who turned up in a cheap-bought costume.

You saw them make a be-line for you, moved through the crowds that parted for them like the sea for Moses. Inevitably, you knew they wouldn’t let you live it down. You gripped your best friend's arm, a signal that it was time for you two to get out. But she stood frozen in spot. Even as Emelie and her friends appeared in front of you and your best friend, she didn’t bat an eye, ignoring their snarky jabs until they finally looked somewhere behind you. Instantly, their expressions shifted from sadistic to almost flirty.

You brought the glass of punch to your lips before turning your head toward the door. As your eyes landed on a tall man with white hair, black glasses and a more casual get-up of a white shirt, black pants and a cloak- the only ‘Halloween-y’ thing on him, you almost dropped your punch. His eyes landed on you, and he reached his arm up and obnoxiously waved in your direction.

If you hadn’t noticed him before, you sure as hell did now.

He made sure he was impossible to miss, after all. You turned away with a roll of your eyes, but not before you heard his voice cut through the brief silence between songs; “Heeey you never gave me your number, little violent Harley!”

You blinked, then ducked your head down as half of the dance floor turned to face you.

“You know him?” your friend gasped, and you timidly shrugged your shoulders.

“ Is he famous or something?” You asked your best friend, who slapped your shoulder with such force that you gaped at her. The look she gives you is as if you’re the stupidest person on earth. Literary. “That’s Satoru” The name didn’t ring a bell. “Satoru Gojo” Oh old money. Now you understand why half of the student body is glaring at you. Why Emelie looked at you like that. The look in her eyes that so obviously said you weren’t even worthy to be in the same space as him. Let alone speak his name or act as ignorant as you did. The look on her face was full of promises, barbed words that would cut deeper than ever before, a promise to promise to drag your image through the dirt even further until you would never recover–

“There you are!” You felt his arm wrap around your lower waist, purposefully following the outline of your skimpy shorts. His long fingers just barely brushed against your bare side; close enough for you to feel the warmth of his hand, but too far away for it to be gravely inappropriate to touch a stranger. It seemed he settled for just slightly inappropriate in this case. You saw his blue eyes flicker between you and Emelie before turning back to you. “It’s stuffy here, lets head outside.”

Like a knight in shining armour, he ‘stepped in to help you’ while trapping you between a rock and a hard place; you could either dismiss him again and be left in Emelie’s clutches or you could step outside like he wanted you to but causing a sea of rumours in the process.

Either way, your reputation wouldn’t be the same.

You nodded and followed him out, the attention you two caused creating enough commotion for your friend to sneak away elsewhere unnoticed. Once outside, he didn’t stop walking but dragged you further and further towards the dark campus grounds until the pounding music was just a light hum in the background. You breathed a sigh of relief before nerves set in. By reflex, you brought the plastic cup of punch back to your lips, but before you could take a sip, he yanked it out of your hold with his free hand.

“You’re too young to be drinking this” Gojo scolded, taking a large clunk of your alcoholic beverage.

“Hey, I’m of age to drink!” you proclaimed and reached for your cup. He took another clunk before raising it far above your head.

Damned tall bastard.

“Just because you’re of age doesn’t mean you should!” the way he said it made you roll your eyes and you made a sudden jump towards the cup. The hand on your waist tightened, supporting you as you jumped and jumped until you finally wrapped your hand around the rim of the plastic cup and yanked it out of his grip.

You brought it to your lips, a victorious grin, only to realise it was completely empty. “You downed the lot?!”

Gojo laughed, a sound that didn’t sound mocking or malicious. Maybe it was the alcohol getting to your head, but it sounded almost.. Flirty? As if he read your thoughts, he stopped walking and leaned down closer, stopping inches away from you. You realized his eyes were pretty and that he smelled of alcohol, the fruity, sweet smell of punch that barely hid the sharp tang of alcohol. He was hot, and he knew it, and if that wasn’t enough allure, he was old money. The concept of ‘no’ did not exist in his vocabulary- and it showed.

“Come study under me at Jujutsu University.” He said it so casually, as if it was the most honourable offer you would ever get in your entire life.

“I have a degree I’m working towards” You deflected. However, you were painfully aware of his fingers playfully moving a few inches up your bare waist, to the outlines of your t-shirt and then down again.

“We’ll get you a more suitable degree” Gojo declared, and you swore his voice dropped lower into a quiet, seductive purr. “One where you don’t need to hide or be on edge all the time,” Gojo spoke as if he could see right through you, through the rude and almost aggressive facade created to protect your most vulnerable and fragile self. He spoke as if he could see you down to your very core, your fears and insecurities all laid bare for him.

You wanted to lash out at him and tell him he had you all wrong. But the way he held your eyes with an amused twinkle in his own, the grin on his lips that promised nothing but mischief and adventure and the hot hand that never quite stopped moving had you reconsider. His hold on you was tight, demanding, warm, desirable.

The implications and opportunities were unmistakable.

You swallowed thickly; your eyes more boldly ran over his features- his hair, his face, up to his eyes, down to his lips, then over the edge of his shirt, lingered on the brand name you couldn’t pronounce, flickered down to the accessories you realized only looked cheap but were made of precious gems and metals, then back up again. You couldn’t help as your lips pulled up into a shaky smirk. “So, do all teachers at Jujutsu Uni hit on their students?”

“Ahh, but you see my dear, what happens before enrollment; it stays before enrollment, don’t you agree?” He lowered his head a little closer, clearly noticing how your eyes travelled. He had you where he wanted you, not by any altruistic ‘love at first sight’ method, but he’d take what he could get.

The kiss, when it came, was demanding. Still, you couldn’t help but kiss him back. After all, you weren’t about to disagree with your soon-to-be teacher. Your job was to make a good impression on him for some bonus points. Though, given the way his lips moved against yours, you were certain you already had more in your hands than just your admission covered..

When Gojo wants something, he gets it, don't you agree?

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