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- zayne x reader
he is your husband and you are his wife. but of course you know the bitter truthâyou will never be able to replace her.
genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive contentâminors do not interact!âangst, hurt/comfort, unrequited love, drunken sex, mentions of injury, blood, hunter!reader (not l&ds mc -> l&ds mc is zayne's late ex-girlfriend here), spoilers! from zayneâs bond story nostalgic sweetness
note: wc. 8k ! i've been having these bits and pieces scenarios for zayne in mind and then i thought what if i combined it all into one angst joyride? :)) tagging per request: @kissxcore @rjreins @i2s2m @tom-pls-fuck-me @yueyoonie @sanriosatoru
07.15 p.m
Zayne would be getting off work soon. He had just finished an emergency surgery, and it had been exhausting. Now it was quite late.
âDr. Zayne! Great job today!â Greyson exclaimed, suddenly strolling into his consultation room with a grin. âWant to grab dinner with us?â
Honestly, he was starving too. âWhere?â
âOh, you know, that new place that just opened nearby! They have the tastiest tiramisu, or so Iâve heard. Câmon, weâre inviting the nurses too!â
He knew he needed to head home soon, but fatigue and hunger blurred his thoughts at the mention of dessert.
âAlright.â
. . .
08.25 p.m
Getting together with the hospital staff was always nice. They were rowdy, but it was definitely a great way to unwind after a hard day.
The tiramisu was as great as Greyson said. Speaking of his assistant, he and Yvonne were having a blast. Other doctors were getting drunk. Zayne could only shake his head, and it suddenly dawned on him that he had been here quite a while.
It was only when he turned on his phone and saw the time that he realized, with sinking heart thatâ
He was supposed to meet you at six.
If you were asked how you felt about your life now, youâd be hard-pressed to say you were completely content.
You were a stellar fighter in the Hunter Association, more than content with your job, and you had a good husband. To some, you had what they would call the perfect life.
The wife of the Dr. Zayne. True, it was a flattering title, yet unbeknownst to everyone, also a humbling one.
And the notion struck you once again when your husband of almost two years stood you up on your dinner date without so much as a notice.
âMiss... weâre about to close now...â The waitress approached your table for at least the third time, and you nodded sheepishly, finally finishing your meal.
You paid for it and left the restaurant. The chilly night air hit your skin, giving you goosebumps as you walked home. It wasnât the first time this had happened. Granted, Zayne had a packed schedule, and you figured he might've had an urgent matter to attend to that he forgot to let you know.
Still... it hurts. Knowing you were not a priority in your husbandâs eyes wasnât a fun feeling.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket the moment you arrived at your shared home. Your husbandâs name flashed on your screen. The time now was 08.40 p.m.
âHello, Zayne?â
âY/N?â Your husbandâs voice sounded frantic. âAre you still at the restaurant? Iâm goingââ
âAh, no need to. Iâm going home.â
âIâll pick you up then. Stay thereââ
âIâve already arrived.â
An awkward silence settled between you, and you could clearly hear the noise on the other end. Greysonâs laughter was unmistakable.
You forced a laugh, still trying to sound cheerful for him even when realizing that he had completely forgotten about you. âItâs totally fine, Zayne! Are you heading back?â
âYeah...â
âTake care then. See you at home.â
You ended the call with a sigh, trying to shake off the sting in your heart. As you made your way upstairs to your bedroom, you passed by a large portrait on the wall, and a bittersweet sensation washed over you.
Your wedding photo. Both of you were smiling on what was the most wonderful day of your life. Zayneâs smile was reserved, but yours was radiant.
It is the most wonderful thing that has happened to you... but is it the same for him?
At that time, despite everything, you were convinced a lifetime of happiness awaited you, yet now... it got harder to fool yourself into believing it.
Your marriage has always been lukewarm.
Zayne wasnât an overly excited person, and you were his oppositeâbut try as you might, some things between you just didnât work out. As a result, both of you tended to keep certain things to yourselves.
Most days, this didn't bother him. He valued his privacy, so the way things were suited him just fine. However, several days later, when Greyson approached him with a worried expression and a news, even Zayne had to draw the line.
âDr. Zayne? Uh, how do I say this? I think I saw your wife being wheeled in earlier with the injured from the hunt zones raidâŚâ
. . .
âYour husband is a doctor here. Why arenât you calling him?â
Xavier, your fellow Deepspace Hunter who was partnered with you in this mission, questioned you with a hint of annoyance as he observed your pathetic state on the stretcher and crossed his arms. âWhy do you have to bleed out in ER when you can get him?â
You winced, pressing the bloodied cloth against your stinging abdomen as you felt yourself growing faint. âHeâs... a surgeon,â you panted. âHeâs busy.â
Above all, you didnât want Zayne to see you like this. You could already imagine his angry face, and that mental image alone made you recoil.
âWhat sort of husband is busy when his wife is injured?â Xavier raised an eyebrow. âDid you at least notify him?â
You shut your eyes, feeling a migraine coming.
âI will then.â
âNo.â
âY/N, youââ
âShut up, Xavierââ
The curtain was suddenly pulled back, and you braced yourself for whoever had come to check on you next. To your surprise, the cloth in your hand was snatched away, and you felt your uniform being torn open with urgency.
When you opened your eyes, you barely made out your husbandâs figure through your hazy vision. ââŚZayne?â
His expression was stern, unforgiving even, as he started to disinfect your wound. Despite the tension, you couldn't deny the relief that washed over you. You knew you were in good hands, even if you had to face his fury later on.
Your consciousness slipped away not long after that.
. . .
The next time you woke up, you found yourself in a private room, with a nagging itch where you had been injured.
You groaned, your limbs stiff and heavy, and the room slowly came into focusâalong with your husband's face.
"Zayne?" Your voice came out barely above a whisper. He stood pristine in his white coat and glasses, assessing you with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Your wound is, thankfully, shallow," he said flatly, his tone lacking any real concern. "You'll be discharged tonight. I'll take you home as soon as my shift is over."
"Ah..." You blinked several times to clear your head. "Good then. Sorry for showing up out of nowhere. Xavier and I were on a rescue mission, and I accidentallyâ"
He walked away before you could finish, the abruptness snapping you fully awake. He was furious, that much was clear.
"Ha ha..." You forced a laugh, fiddling with your fingers, trying to ease the awkward tension between you. "It doesn't hurt much, actually. You're rightâI'm fine..."
Zayne shot you a sharp glance. "You passed out due to blood loss."
"This isn't the first time it has happened and nor will it beâ"
"And it didn't even occur to you to inform me at all. I found out that my own wife was wounded because Greyson passed by the ER and saw you."
His words left you silent, caught red-handed, but your annoyance was reaching its limit. You had imagined how nice it would be if he panicked about you, showering you with care when he found out. But instead, Zayne chose to rebuke you the moment you woke up.
âIâm not a child,â you reasoned, keeping yourself calm. âIâm a hunter. This is nothing new, and you should understand that.â
âThe least you couldâve done is to tell meââ
âDo you know why I didnât? Itâs because I know how youâll react!â
ââand it would do you better to prioritize your safety and not rush headfirst into danger.â
âBelieve me, I do butâ!â
Suddenly, Zayne spun around to face you, his eyes blazing with fury as he raised his voice. âIâve told you so many times already, you have to stay back, or youâll end upâ!â
He stopped abruptly, leaving his sentence hanging in the air, but right at that moment, you knew all too well who he meant, and what the implication was.
His, without a doubt, greatest love. His childhood friend, a hunter like yourself, someone he had vowed to save but succumbed to her illness before he could do so, died on arrival.
The irony was sharp. You had become everything she once was. You knew her well, too. When she passed, the entire Hunter Association mourned her loss. And more than that, on the night she died, you had been with him.
Looking back, you should have seen it coming. Still, it hit you like a splash of cold water. Your husband was still preoccupied with thoughts of his ex-girlfriend, and worse yet, he saw pieces of her in you.
And you suspected he had for a whileâperhaps even, from the very beginning.
For a second there, not for the first time, you felt your heart shatter.
âI donât have Protocore syndrome,â you stated, steeling yourself against the heartbreak. âMy heart won't suddenly fail because I get injured. Iâm not that weak.â
You turned away as Zayne refused to respond, missing his look of disdain as he stormed out of the room.
That was when your first tear fell.
Right from the start, you knew you had to brace yourself for this. You knew that eventually, this tragedy would overshadow your marriage. Because while Zayne might be your husband by law, deep down, his heart still belonged to someone else.
To her.
You two are too much alike.
It wasnât the first time he had noticed it. And it wouldnât be the last.
On bad mornings, when his eyes were bleary and he hadn't had a good sleep, he would see her instead of you in your shared bed. And with that mistaken sight came a fleeting sense of relief... until his vision cleared and he remembered she was truly gone and it was you.
Zayne knew how wrong this was on so many levels. It was terribly unfair to you.
Still, his concern for you was genuine. Seeing you lying still on the stretcher brought back that very same nightmare, and really, he truly never wanted you to be hurt.
After his outburst and your clipped response, the two of you barely exchanged any words for the rest of the week. To make matters worse, he was sent on a business trip the following week, and all in all, you went two weeks hardly speaking to each other.
And before he knew it, her death anniversary was only a couple of days away.
. . .
"How much is this?"
"Ah, the bow is 50,000 Gold, sir!"
Inside the airport's souvenir shop, Zayne examined the intricate light blue and white bow clip. Made of tweed and adorned with small pearls, it looked nice.
He thought it'd suit you well.
"I'll get this then."
"Right away!"
As the clerk went to wrap the trinket, Zayne reflected on these past two weeks. A nagging feeling twisted in his gut as he thought about how curt he had been with you in text messages and how often you had left him on read.
Husband and wife shouldn't be this way. He wanted the unbearable air between you to end. Determined to resolve things, he planned to talk to you when he returned. He was on his way to the airport taxi whenâ
"Zayne!" He stopped in his tracks, recognizing the familiar voice, and turned around.
There you were, waiting by his car with a smile.
It was never in you to stay angry for long. It was a blessing and a curse, really, because while you no longer wished to give your husband silent treatment, a part of you still felt conflicted.
"How was your trip?" you asked as you started the engine, pushing the events of the past two weeks to the back of your mind.
Zayne didn't immediately answer, and you felt his gaze on you as you drove the car. "It was okay."
You hummed in acknowledgement, and he followed up with, "How is your wound? Do you dress it daily?"
"Mm-hm. It's getting better."
"I'll have a look at it later."
"Sure."
Silence. Usually you would ramble to distract him, but now, even you werenât sure if you should.
Then, he said, "You really didnât have to pick me up. I could have made my way home on my own."
To that, you pasted on a smile. âYou always pick me up whenever I have to go on business trips. Itâs only fair I do the same for you, husband.â
Ah. Was it the wrong move? The word had slipped out so easily that you didnât realize it until after you said it.
But to your surprise, Zayne let out a chuckle and played along. "Well, thank you then, wife. It certainly felt quite off without a certain someone the past week."
So, he actually likes having you around...? The thought made you almost giddy. Despite his usual taciturn and sarcastic demeanor, you knew he was genuine in his own way.
"Bet you missed me," you teased, grinning.
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Are you sure it's not the other way around?"
"Nope. But I did miss getting new snowmen."
"...why do you like them so much? I've made plenty for you already."
"No particular reason. Snowman just kinda reminds me of you somehow."
The tension between you had melted away, and you felt a sense of relief. Beside you, even Zayne couldnât hide his smile. For the rest of the drive home, you chatted like you used to.
When you arrived back at your shared home, he suddenly stopped and presented you with a little box. "I got you something."
"Huh?" you paused, bewildered, as he took your hand and placed the box in it.
"Open it."
With curiosity, you lifted the lid, and were surprised at the sight of a pretty bow clip inside. "Whoa, how cute..."
Zayne eyed you expectantly. "Do you like it?"
Your eyes lit up with delight, and a smile spread across your lips.
"Yes!" you beamed at him with zero hesitation, and in that moment, something struck a chord within him. Zayne had always thought you were easy on the eyesâ
âbut when you smiled like that, you were truly charming.
"It's healing nicely."
You felt somewhat self-conscious as your husband examined your bare abdomen, where your injury was, as you lied on your bed. His hands, cool and practiced, tenderly removed your stitches.
It wasn't as if Zayne had never touched you. You two had been married for almost two years, and of course you had been intimate several times, but it wasn't as if you were a passionate couple to begin withâso you often found yourself flustered.
"Mm." Despite yourself, you squirmed. Noticing this, he looked up at you, his unfazed eyes meeting yours with a frown.
"Does it still hurt?"
"No, not really... It just feels as if you're tickling me."
He was positively unamused. "I'm not trying to tickle you."
"I know!"
Zayne wrapped your midsection securely with the bandage. When he was done, he let out a sigh and you felt like you had to show him your gratitude somehow.
âThank you, ZayneâŚâ you mumbled, avoiding eye contact. But in the next second, your heart skipped a beat as his hand rested gently on your head.
"You can thank me by being more careful next time." Your husband looked at you with the smallest of smile. "Your safety comes first, always remember that."
Without either of you realizing it, you both had tried to bury that argument from two weeks ago, yet it was still gnawing at you all the same. The thought that he too was bothered with it made you warm.
"Noted," you cheekily grinned. "If I'm not safe and sound, a certain iceman will get angry at me."
Zayne shot you an unimpressed look. âIf you come to me injured again, Iâll start charging you fees.â
You let out a dramatic gasp. "How stingy! I'm your wife, not just some stranger!"
"A very uncooperative wife, you are."
You huffed, and he chuckled. You really thought all was well between you two now, until Zayne suddenly stood up and grabbed the car keys. âWell then, rest. I have to go.â
âWhere are you going?â
âIâm going to stop by the floristââ
And it hit you. In two days. The day everything ended three years ago.
Zayne seemed to realize it too, but you quickly masked your falling smile with a faux one. "O-oh, right..."
No matter how, it's still going to be an important day to him. You had nothing against it, really. Your husband's late girlfriend had once been your colleague too, and you mourned her just like everyone else did.
Still, even with that understanding, in your heart of hearts, it remains just as bitter.
You didn't want to, but you needed to find closure. You hoped that by doing this, it would finally put an end to all your insecurities.
"Let's go together, Zayne. I want to pay her a visit too."
Two days later, you and Zayne, a bouquet of flowers in hand, stood before the grave bearing many colorful flowers and postcards.
You supposed you knew already, but seeing it firsthand, you realized just how deeply she was loved still. The outpouring of respect from the Hunter Association was evident in the tribute left behind.
"It's been a while," Zayne, dressed in his most formal black suit, said solemnly, his gaze fixed on the name etched into the pristine stone.
You watched as he knelt to place his flowers and then brought his hands together in prayer. You followed his lead, placing your own bouquet beside his.
What should you even say to her? Your mind raced with countless thoughts, but none felt right to voice before the woman who had so deeply captured your husband's heart.
In the end, when you sensed that Zayne had finished with his prayer, you decided to remain silent and rose with him.
. . .
âDoes it get easier?â you asked out of curiosity afterwards. âThree years has passed already.â
Although Zayne wasnât one for drinking, even the need won today. He didnât meet your eyes as he sipped his wine, humming thoughtfully. âSomewhat. As they say, time heals.â
You two stopped by a fine restaurant after visiting the grave. The cemetery had been a two-hour drive from Linkon City, and now it was already evening.
âShe loved jasmines,â you remarked, recalling the pot of them you once saw on her desk and the flowers overflowing at the grave earlier.
âShe did.â The alcohol seemed to loosen his tongue as he continued, âShe loved old popsicles and macarons too.â
âAnd you like them as well.â
âTo be honest, I started liking them back when we were kidsâŚâ Zayne had this pained, faraway look in his eyes as he had another sip. âShe cried over her melted popsicle and it got me to wonder if it was really that tasty...â
The idea that you had to compete with a dead woman for your husbandâs affection left a bitter taste in your mouth. You felt like you had failed thoroughly as a wife.
Despite hating yourself for asking, you needed to know. âDo I help you⌠in any way at all?â
Zayne was clearly taken aback by the question. His sharp, gray eyes locked onto you, mind whirred as he tried to grasp your meaning.
âY/N, you...â
It was foolish, you knew. But you waited with bated breath for his response, even when one wrong word could shatter your heart beyond repair. You were ready for any sort of unfavorable answer, but thenâ
âI... am glad it is you.â
His words made you look up, and you found yourself caught in his gaze. Zayneâs ashen eyes were steady, piercing into you.
âYou were there on the hardest days. And ever since, youâve always stayed by my side.â He held your gaze firmly, voice was thick with emotion you couldnât quite name. âIâm grateful for that.â
And then, with a sincerity that pierced through every uncertainty, he added, âWhat I want to say is... Iâm glad I married you, Y/N.â
You have loved him for so long. Since the days when you know he isnât yours to love, until now.
Your heart swelled with so much warmth that tears brimmed in your eyes. His acknowledgment of your presence filled you with a profound sense of belonging you never knew you needed before.
Was it the alcohol?
You suspected it might be, because in nearly two years of marriage, Zayne had never lost his control like this. As soon as the bedroom door was shut, he pushed you against the wall and devoured your lips hungrily.
âMmph!â His hands gripped your arms while his lips and tongue pried yours open. The kiss was searing, almost forceful, with the faint bitterness of wine still lingering.
âZayâŚneâŚâ you gasped between his kissesâteary, breathless, your voice trembling.
But your breathy grunts only seemed to spur him on. His dark eyes, clouded with lust, fixed on you as his hands slipped beneath your blouse, deftly unclasping your bra with a flick.
He is hot. Your husband was everything a woman desired in a man. Cool, handsome, blessed with hands that could do wondersâ
In no time, he had you naked and wet before him, and with alarming speed, he too discarded his own suit and pants, throwing them away in flurry. And you could hardly believe what you were seeing next.
He spitted on his hand, ran it along his memberâstroking himself with a practiced ease, never breaking eye contact with you. The next thing you knew, he yanked you into another burning kiss and made you topple on top of himâ
âAh!â his hands guided your hips with precision, positioning you and entering you. The instant he did, you whimpered at the sudden, sharp sting of pain.
âDoes it hurt?â he asked almost in a growl when you clung to his shoulder with uneven breaths.
It was too sudden, and you hoped the discomfort would pass, so you timidly shook your head.
âIf you donât want this, tell me to stop.â Zayne tangled his fingers in your hair, turning your face to his. âUnderstand?â
There was always a distinct, almost commanding aura about him whenever the two of you were in your marital bed. Perhaps the way his voice sound lower, but it just hit different.
And you are a willing prey... whenever he becomes that beast.
He inched inside you slowly, making you moan with each instance. He was thick, warm, and taking him in was a challenge in itself. And when he finally sheathed himself fully, your nails had made its first scratch on his skin.
You felt full, and the way your womanhood stretched and clenched around him with each breathe you took made you dizzy. Panting, you finally met his gaze. Zayneâs gray-hazel eyes were still clouded with desire as he placed his hands firmly on your hips. Unable to resist, you reached out to caress his face.
"Hmm..." he subconsciously leaned into your touch, pressing his eyes shut together. "You smell nice," he huskily muttered.
Right this moment, all negative thoughts eluded you. It felt gratifying that your husband sought your touch like this as you towered over him.
And yet, despite that...
âDo you... finally see me now?â you asked, trailing your other hand down his toned chest and starting to grind against him. Zayne drew in a sharp breath and groaned, his fingers gripping your bum tighter.
Depending on his response, you would either find peace or face another heartbreak. You had placed your happiness on this pedestal more times than you could count, and it was a cross you had to bear.
But you never received your answer.
Your husband merely gazed up at you with a dangerous gleam. And oh, you could've sworn, this sight of Zayne eyeing you as if he were about to ruin you right then and there, would live-free in your mind for many days to come.
He then buried his face in your bosom, sucking on you with such fervor that your hands instinctively reached for his head to massage his scalp. The room was soon filled with your erotic groans and the squelching sounds from where your flesh were joined togetherâ as he thrusted inside you over and over.
Right in this moment, you felt truly desired and wanted.
You are so happy. Incomparably so.
At the crack of dawn, Zayne woke with a start.
The first thing he noticed was how spent he felt, his limbs stiff and a throbbing headache pulsing at the back of his head.
Then he turned to his side, and the sight that met him twisted his gut in such a way that snapped him fully awakeâ
You were beside him, barely dressed and still deeply asleep. Your hair was a mess, and love bites were scattered across your skin, some on your chest looking almost like bruises.
It dawned on him that he, too, wasnât decent. A sudden coldness gripped him, though it wasnât just the morning air.
Him and you... last night...
Yesterday marked the third year. He meant everything he said to you, but the fact that he did this, with you, on the day of her death...
There was... nothing wrong with what he had done. You were his wife, no one could condone him for what he instigated. Yet, it still made him shiver.
And to make it worse, his thoughts from last night echoed back with vengeance, andâ
He suddenly feels so immensely guilty.
. . .
It was the best sleep youâd had all week.
When you woke, sunlight had seeped through the window, and you discovered yourself already in pajamas, tucked snugly under a blanket. Still groggy with a dull ache in your lower belly, you relished the lingering afterglow, sighing in pure contentment, until you noticed Zayne wasnât beside you.
Where did he go? You wondered amidst your haze. Sluggish, you stumbled out of the bed, flinching when your foot met the cold floor.
You eventually found him downstairs, sipping coffee at the dining table still with messy hair. "Zayne?"
He glanced up at you and nodded. There was something different about him, a subtle shift you couldnât quite place. As you took a seat across from him, you hesitated, unsure of what to say.
Before you could find the right words though, he spoke first.
"I'm... sorry," he said, his tone laced with regret, causing a sharp pang of unease inside you.
"What?" you stared at him, feeling small and unsettled. "What are you sorry for?" you questioned as you gripped the hem of your shirt.
And then came the killing blowâ
"Last night," Zayne muttered, avoiding your gaze. "I wasnât in the right frame of mind. It was a mistake."
Mistake. The word echoed in your mind, but it was still hard to grasp its full weight.
"How was thatâ" you faltered, trembling, as the realization hit you like a truck and you gasped in disbelief. "Oh..."
Her. Again, and again, and again! Even when he was married to you, even when you were the one next to him each and everydayâ even so!
Your husband considers that a night spent with youâhis wifeâa mistake!
The last of your patience snapped, as you broke down in sobs before him. "You're the worst!" you screamed at him amidst your mournful tears.
Zayne seemed taken aback at your outburst, his eyes wide. "Y/N, wait, you don'tâ"
"Screw you!" But you were beyond explanations at this point. You fled back to your bedroom. Zayne followed you suit, but you slammed the door in his face and locked it. As you collapsed onto the floor, the realization hit you with full force.
No matter what you did, you would always come secondâor not at all.
The fracture in your marriage was undeniable.
Things had changed. Your home felt colder, and the tension was so stifling that you sometimes spent the night at the Hunter Associationâs dorm just to escape it.
Zayne initially tried to reach out, but you were unwilling to listen, and eventually, he gave up. Before long, nearly a month had passed with this strain in the air.
You threw yourself into more rescue operations, using work as a distraction from the turmoil that lingered in your mind. Despite your best efforts to distract yourself, the unresolved thoughts and feelings clung to you.
"Xavier, am I lacking as a woman?"
Your frequent partner these days cracked open an eye despite his attempt to nap before todayâs rescue mission. "What...?"
"No, forget it."
Things couldn't go like this forever. It was obvious by nowâas long as he couldnât let go of his past and you couldnât accept him as he was, this marriage couldn't be saved.
Just as you headed towards the printer in the room, Xavier responded. "You talk a lot, eat a lot, and always bothering me when I'm about to sleep..."
You shot him an irked glance, disbelief evident on your face. "Hey!"
"Butâ" his clear voice cut through the air as he turned to you with half-lidded eyes. "You're exceptionally kind. If anyone can't appreciate that, then it's their loss."
At that moment, the ice inside your chest melted. To know that your own co-worker thought that kindly of you gave you a little boost of confidence.
But then Xavier added, "Sometimes you're stupid too. It's funny to watch."
"â?! You're so mean!"
A subtle smile curved on his lips as he turned to his side, ready to resume his nap. "Anyway, what are you printing?"
You feigned a huff as you gathered the papers and brought them to your desk. "Just something I need to submit when necessary."
A part of you wasnât fully committed to it, of courseâit was just that your emotions had no proper outlet even until now. As you pushed the drawer shut, a wave of bitterness washed over you as you reread the title on the blank form:
Petition for Divorce.
Zayne genuinely wanted to treat you well.
You were a nice girl. Too nice even. From the moment he laid his eyes on you some years ago, as a friend of a friend, he knew you were nothing but kind and cheery.
He still remembered that morning vividly: the hurt on your face, the tears welling up in your eyes, and then you breaking into inconsolable sobs. That sight inflicted something in himâit felt as though his own heart had been split in two.
Believe it or not, he cherished you too.
That night, even though he didnât show it, he was still mourning her. When alcohol took over his mind and he saw you, you seemed like a perfect escape. He thought that even if he forced himself on you, there would be no consequences.
He hated that he had thought that way. He hated that how, in the end, you had become a means of relief for him.
Now you couldn't even look him in the eye, and Zayne didn't want to risk trying to coax you further. You were angry with him and rightly so, but when you ignored him and went home late more often, he was worried.
It was what drove him to volunteer for the rescue mission. When he saw your name on the hunter list, he felt compelled to make sure you were okay.
. . .
It was strange to see you on duty.
With your hunter uniform and your hair tied up, you were the picture of a very capable hunter. Zayne found himself unexpectedly following your movements as you came and went.
"Dr. Zayne, are you checking your wife out?" the EMT next to him teased with a grin. "Well, when you have a pretty wife such as Y/N, of course..."
He cleared his throat and the EMT giggled as he sauntered away.
So, you were also considered attractive here. Of course you were. Zayne knew it, but he just didn't expect that anyone here would blurt it out so openly.
But that wasn't the most surprising of allâ
"Xavier, shush!" you playfully punched the blonde man next to you in the chest, your broad smile lighting up the moment. The two of you whispered closely, and Zayne found himself feeling uncomfortable, like being prickled by several needles.
He has never made you laugh so openly like that. The nagging feeling inside him grew stronger as he watched youâeven if it was just in a platonic senseâwith another man. It stirred something within him, making him want to pull that blonde aside, give him a word or two, and overthrow him altogether.
Amidst the growing storm inside him, you suddenly turned sideways and caught his eye, and Zayne could've sworn... he felt time stopped at that moment.
It was so candid that it took his breath away. The way your earnest, unclouded eyes met his. How natural you were while loading your gun...
Ah, they were right. His wife was exceptionally pretty.
But before he could fully appreciate it, you broke the eye contact and turned away, pretending as if you hadnât seen him at all.
Zayne wondered then, why did he feel so hurt all of a sudden?
Battlefields were always a place of chaos, and Zayne was no stranger to it.
He was on standby at the makeshift hospital as patients surged in, continuously aiding first-aid. Some were hunters on duty, and his heart was in his throat the entire time, anxiously hoping you wouldnât be among them.
"Doc... it still hurts," a little girl sniffled right after Zayne wrapped her injured arm with the gauze. Despite the anxiety, seeing this tearful girl softened his frown.
"It's just going to take a while, hmm?" he patted the kid in the head. "It's going to be better soon enough."
"My mom is still inside..." she said, her eyes welling up with tears. "Doc, will they get her out?"
Zayne hesitated, his thoughts briefly drifting to you. He managed a reassuring smile. "Donât worry, theyâllâ"
Crash! âall of a sudden, a loud explosion shook the hospital, the sound echoing through the chaos. The little girl clung to his coat in fear.
"Call for retreat!" someone suddenly shouted from outside. "Alert all personnel immediately!"
Retreat. The thought that you might be safe soon brought him a sense of relief. He turned to the girl, trying to keep his composure.
"Look, the hunters are retreating, it means most are already evacuated." Zayne managed a reassuring smile. "Stay here. I'll help you find her later, okay?"
He went to the survivors' camp outside, attending to the wounded and keeping a vigilant eye on each returning hunter. Even until 30 minutes later, he still hadn't seen you. Thinking to contact you, he reached out for his phone.
"Who hasn't gotten out?" Jenna, your team leader, demanded the receiver with a stern voice, standing tall several feet away from the camp, and Zayne overheard the snippets of her conversation.
A frantic voice responded, "Xavier is still inside! Y/N too!"
"Those two! They are alwaysâ!"
What?
Zayne almost dropped his phone when he heard your name. Terror gripped him instantly, and then suddenly, again, it was his greatest nightmare realized.
You are still inside. You could be hurt. It was possible you had no means to get out of there.
He didnât register letting go of his coat or crossing the police lineâall that mattered was getting to you. He sprinted away, ignoring the shouts of those trying to stop him.
No. Not again!
Debris flew everywhere, and the roars of Wanderers grew louder as he neared the building wreckage. As a splinter was about to hit him, ice shot through his palms, creating a barrier that shattered it.
"Y/N!" he shouted your name, his voice cracking with panic. "Where are you?!"
All he could think about was the memory of you bleeding out in the ER. Zayne never wanted to see that again. Should anything happen to you now...
He didn't want you to be hurt. He hated seeing you cry. For the past weeks, it had torn him apart to see you so unhappy. He wanted to be the one who made you smile, the one you looked at with love.
The realization washed over him like a tidal wave. Yet it wasnât an epiphany but a simple truth he had always known but never fully grasped until now.
If he lost you now, it'd destroy him.
He continued screaming your name over and over. And then, after turning several turns, he finally saw you, standing alone in the middle of the wreckageâ
You turned to him in surprise when you heard your name in his shout, and were rooted to the spot, in disbelief that your husband was right before you.
Zayne felt a wave of relief wash over him, until a hollow croak from above caught his attention. He squintedâ
A glass panel had crumbled and was falling directly towards you.
A sense of dread so great overwhelmed him, a lump formed in his throat, and the smoke made it hard to breathe. He sprinted forward, and with everything he had, he pushed you out the way.
The next thing he knew, everything went pitch black.
"Zayne? Zayne!"
A memory flashed in his mind's eye. The one memory he wished he didn't have to relive ever again.
Sitting on the deserted hospital bench, his eyes were vacant. Utter hollowness choked him, leaving him motionless. It was over. There was no blood on his hands, yet it felt as if there were.
Your grip on his shoulder was tight, shaking him. "Zayne, snap out of it!" and only then he brought himself to meet your eyes.
"She died." That was the only thing he could mutter, pain woven in each word. "She really died."
Your eyes widened in horror, an inaudible gasp left your lips. "Oh..."
He didn't really know what happened next, but he remembered the warmth from when you pulled him to your arms, when sobs wracked his body as he thought the world was ending.
Since then, you have always been there.
And subconsciously, he may have regarded you as his lifeline.
. . .
Another memory.
"Are you awake...?"
His mind was hazy, but he recognized your voice. He blearily opened his eyes to find you placing a cool compress on his forehead.
"Who would have thought the great Dr. Zayne can get a fever?" you said with a soft laugh, patting his hair. "Donât worry about me. Go back to sleep."
You came to see him. He remembered telling you not to. But you still did, and the fact thawed the ice in his heart.
Just as you were about to leave, his hand reached out and pulled you closer. "Donât go."
"Are you trying to make me catch your cold too?" you teased with a soft laugh.
"Hmph. Who told you to come here...?"
"Ah, so you're whiny when you're not feeling well," you observed with a smile. "Okay, I'll stay! But only if you agree to nurse me if I catch your cold!"
You were noisy, but endearingly so.
. . .
"Don't pay her any mind," you fidgeted on your seat, a frown on your face. "My mom always does that."
There was never any talk about the nature your relationship between the two of you, but it was clear to everyone nevertheless. You were always around him, and he seemed to enjoy your company just as much.
And not for the first time, your mother pushed him towards marriage with you.
"People are always getting the wrong idea," you grumbled. "Sorry, Zayne..." you lowered your head, seemingly in regret.
He was puzzled, because to him, it wasn't necessarily false. All things you did together lead to this.
"What if it isn't a wrong idea at all?"
You looked at him with slight surprise. "Huh...?"
Your presence was a gift. That tragedy was devastating, but having you constantly by his side made it bearable. He was fond of you, and the thought that if it's you, then surely...
In this memory, he was more sure than ever. What he said then, it came from the truest place in his heart.
"What if I told you... as of right now, I can't imagine being with anyone but you?"
The side of his head was throbbing with pain. Everything hurt, the hard asphalt was bruising his face as the headache set in. He could smell the scent of blood and sweat, but more than thatâ
"Zayne! Ah, hahâ Please, please! No!"
Your voice, choked with tears, blared in his ears as you desperately shook him. You sounded so heartbroken, so utterly panicked, and your voice gradually pulled him back to consciousness.
Opening his eyes took tremendous effort. At first, everything was a blur, but then it came into focusâthe sight of you disheveled, smeared with soot, with tears streaming down your face. But still youâ the woman he had married two years ago.
Yet his heart lurched. You're crying again... why is it that whenever with me, you're always crying?
"Are you... alright?" he rasped, lifting his hand to touch your face.
"Why did youâ" You were startled by his question, your gaze fixed on the blood pooling on the side of his face. "Your head is bleeding!"
Ah, so you're fine. The sheer knowledge brought him relief, a faint smile forming at his lips. "I'm glad..."
"I'll help you get back! Hold onto meâ" you said after brushing away your tears, lifting him up and draping his arm around your shoulder. "Can you walk?"
"I'm... fine..."
"You're not!" you refuted harshly, voice trembling. "You have to go back!"
You made him lean on you as you made your way back to the makeshift hospital, each step accompanied by your sniffles as you supported his waist.
Zayne glanced at you, feeling a warmth in his chest despite the migraine. "D-Don't cry... I'll be fine."
"You're an idiot!" you choked out, struggling to hold back your tears. "Why did you even come out here?"
"I... have to find you. They said you haven't returned."
"There are still civilians inside! I'll return eventually!"
"I canât wait for that. I... have to know you're safe."
His response only fueled your frustration. "You don't have toâ!"
"You are my wifeâ" he snapped, turning to you sharply, his eyes flashing with anger. "How can I not worryâ for you?"
The forceful tone in his voice went straight to the most tender part of your heart. It really struck you at that moment that he had come out here for you, that his concern for you was that profound.
And that after all these weeks, he still keeps you in his thoughts.
He had pushed you out of the way, even at the cost of himself, barely missing the fallen billboard in that violent crash. If he was in the wrong position, he could've lost his life.
You stared at him, tears glossing your eyes.
"That's enough... Don't cry again." Zayne reached out to wipe your cheeks. His hands, however, were smeared with his own blood, leaving streaks on your face. "Ah... I got blood on you..."
But in that moment, you couldnât care less. There was this indescribable sting of grief, but also paired with a sense of relief so great in your chest the very second you realize that now, he sees you.
You threw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly as you sobbed, calling out to him in broken voice. âZ-Zayne...!â
âWhy are you crying again...?â he let out a resigned sigh, but still embraced you regardless. âWhat a crybaby...â
You buried your face deeper into him, shaking uncontrollably. âYou... saved me...â you managed to say amidst torrent of tears. âY-You... got hurt...â
âIâll be fine,â he retorted in your ear albeit in a hoarse voice, holding you close, even as blood trickled down the side of his face. âAnd Iâd do it again. I refuse to see you hurt.â
You cried harder, and he pulled you tighter, his chest aching at the sight of you so inconsolable. And in that moment, he made the decision right then and there.
He will protect you so long as time will allow him to.
It was as if the invisible wall between you had crumbled to dust after that incident. You stayed by Zayne's side night and day, monitoring his condition.
And one night, several days later...
"Here, don't move..."
You carefully dressed the wound on Zayne's temple, sitting close beside him. He quietly observed your worried eyes and trembling fingers without a word.
"You even need stitches..." you lamented, biting your lip as you wrapped the bandage around his head. Tears pricked your eyes, overwhelmed by the concern you were pouring into the task.
"I'm telling you, I'm fine," he gruffly insisted in an attempt to erase your mournful expression. He felt the delicate, almost hesitant touch of your fingers on his face. "It'll heal with time."
Even as he said that, a part of you was still troubled at the sight of the wound on his head and cheekbone. No matter what he said, you couldnât shake the feeling that it was somehow your fault.
"I'm done. Now go rest," you said softly, your voice tinged with bitterness after tying the gauze. You rose to put the kit away, but even after you finished, Zayne remained upright on the bed, so you leveled a frown at him.
"What, why aren't youâ Ah!"
Before you knew it, he pulled you by the arm, and you tumbled into his chest in surprise. "What are you doing?!" you yelled at him, clinging to his shoulder and looking up at him with ire. "You could've hit your head!"
He looked down at you with a flat expression, or is that a hint of amusement glinting in his eyes? âCan't a husband cuddle his wife?â
You blinked dumbly, caught off-guard. âYes, you can, but...â
His arms then enveloped you, fitting you on his chest and he sighed against your hair. âThen thereâs nothing wrong with it. Letâs just stay like this for now.â
And so, that was how he decided to sleep throughout the nightâwith you on top of him, held close. You felt self-conscious as Zayne had never initiated this closeness with you since that night.
"Are you sure you want to sleep this way?" you wriggled a bit in his grasp.
He draped an arm around your waist, pressing his eyes shut. "Mm-hm."
"You..." A part of you recoiled at the vulnerability but decided to ask anyway. "Won't this be⌠a mistake...?"
That caught his attention, as Zayne's eyes fluttered open. He looked down at you, who avoided his gaze with a pout and a torn expression, making yourself small in his embrace.
It dawned on him then that this persisting issue in your marriage was thoroughly his fault. His past was something he could neverâand would neverâtrade for anything, but right now, you were that sense of peace that grounded him.
At one point, he has to let it go. These feelings inside him⌠they drive him to.
He softened, his gaze full of understanding as he gently brushed your hair back. "No," he said quietly, his voice tender. "Weâve come too far for it to be one."
Your clear, innocent eyes reluctantly met his, and at that moment something akin to clarity resonated within him.
He once thought nothing could ever mend the hollowness in his heart. And once, he indeed hoped that being with you would provide some form of relief or replace what he had lost.
But right now, feeling how vulnerable you were in his arms like this, he understood that you were not, and could never be, a replacement for anything else. Even before he realized it himself, what he felt for you was something entirely differentâ something dear that had grown and evolved into a genuine affection different from what he had felt for anyone else before.
Those times spent with you, wanting to protect you... Now that he reflected on it, it was never about filling a void, after all.
âI... want to treasure you better.â
Oh. Your heart thumped loudly as those words left his lips, warmth spreading through your entire being. Overwhelmed by the sincerity in his voice, you clung to his chest, feeling a surge of love and a profound sense of being freed from the chains of insecurity that had taken you hostage all these years.
Most precious. Zayne smiled at you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
âThis time for sure... I will.â
And at last... he could say it without any lingering guilt.
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Logan Howlett x fem!mutant!reader A/N: I havenât watched X-Men since I was a child, so I canât promise this is going to be canon-compliant. I havenât watched DP & W either, Iâve just been influenced by that one gif where Hugh Jackman shakes his head like a dog. I feel FERAL Also, I am not good at superhero names or coming up with creative powers. So youâre a mutant with matter manipulation and they call you Flux. I mean, superhero names are inherently ridiculous so I think this works. (Donât judge me, Iâm just here for the sexy man) Summary: You walk in on Logan and Jean in a compromising position and feel your heart break. You really thought he loved you, you were so wrong. (Or were you?)
It was your own fault, you should have knocked before you busted through the door. You only have yourself to blame as you struggle to catch your breath and swallow down the lump in your throat. The image of Logan standing between Jeanâs bare legs is going to haunt you for a while. Their faces will keep you awake at night, cringing at yourself while you remember the humiliating moment.Â
You rush towards the door, a stupidly giddy skip to your step. You were a mutant, a superhuman, and getting a chance to talk to your crush should not have you giggling like a schoolgirl. Still, youâre blind to all logic when it comes to Logan.Â
You turn the corner, spotting the medbay and nearly ramming into the door you know heâs lurking behind. Charles had told you where to find him. Of course, you hadnât paid attention to the odd tone of voice when he had very clearly warned you to knock. All youâd heard was Loganâs name and youâd zoned out for the rest of the conversation.Â
And, of course, you donât knock. You grab the doorâs handle and bust in, âHey!â Your eyes widen and your stomach plummets with a depressing plop to the floor. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head when you see the way Jean and Logan are entangled in each other. Heâs leaning over her, the muscles and veins in his neck pulsing with strain. Normally, that sight would have you nearly drooling.Â
Instead, all you can see is the flush on Jeanâs cheeks and the way her pupils are dilated with want. Her nails are digging into his back, bare legs twined around his waist. Thereâs no way to misinterpret this. No way for you to later assure yourself that this was all just a misunderstanding.Â
The words stumble out of your mouth in a disjointed mess that even you canât decipher. You stand there, jaw opening and closing like a fish out of water before you finally get it together. âCharles,â you stutter out, his name sounding like a question. You wince and finally tear your gaze away from them. âSorry,â you chuckle, trying to play off your hurt as humor. âCharles needs us all for a mission.â
You donât give them a chance to respond, you slam the door closed, ignoring what you think might be someone calling your name.Â
You shake off the mortifying memory and groan. Your head falls into your hands and you grip at your face until the pain distracts you from the embarrassment. Itâs not too hard to push it all down, to pretend what happened didnât make your heart crumble away into nothing.
Maybe itâs because youâre a mutant that youâre so used to rejection. Youâre used to constantly being disappointed by people around you. Your childhood was nothing but cruelty, your crush not liking you back canât compare to half of what you went through.Â
Thatâs what you tell yourself, at least, to try and pretend it doesnât hurt as much as it does. You shove it down until you think you canât feel that dull ache anymore. And when Jean and Logan walk into the room, looking more put together, you smile at Logan like you always do. It doesnât turn down at the corners, your eyes donât water. You take in a deep breath and look utterly unaffected.Â
He sits down beside you and leans towards you. âI can explain-â
You cut him off and shake your head. âForget about it. I should have knocked.â You turn towards Charles who wheels himself to the front of the room. You dismiss Logan and ignore the way his stare burns into the side of your head.Â
Charles looks to Jean and Logan, a smile starting. Then his gaze drifts towards you and your chest deflates when you see the look on his face. He knows, the old miser probably coasted over your thoughts and he knows. He sends you a sympathetic look that makes you feel like a little girl who just got told unicorns donât exist. âJean, Logan, glad that youâve finally joined us.â
Logan nods and leans back in his chair. But his eyes remain fixed on you and it makes you wish you could stab a fork into them. You let out a short, irritated huff of air and frown at yourself. Maybe you were a little more angry than you would like to admit.Â
You blame Logan for that. You never would have fallen so deep into infatuation if you hadnât believed there was even a sliver of a chance with him. Always speaking so kindly with you when he would barely spare anyone a second glance. Constantly doing checkups on you after a particularly harsh training session with Charles.Â
Your mind runs over all the small things with him, everything youâve done together. And youâre hit with a sudden nauseating thought. Oh my god, what if he sees me paternally?
You force yourself not to physically react but inside your throwing up and fucking freaking out. You feel a sudden spark of alarm from Charles and quickly do your best to fortify your mind so he doesnât see your major mental freakout.Â
Youâre not that much younger than him. Well, itâs not illegal, your crush on Logan. But what if this entire time, when youâve been falling harder and harder for him, heâs just been platonically taking care of you? Youâve seen him do it plenty of times for the younger kids, as reluctant as he is to admit it.Â
Youâre spiraling further and further into panic. So much so that you have no idea whatâs even being discussed or whatâs going on. You get onto the jet and have to ask Storm what youâre doing. She gives you a confused look but tells you nonetheless. Just some recon on a potential mutant trafficking ring. Nothing out of the ordinary, as depressing as that is. There shouldnât be much violence, which is why your group is particularly small today.
You nod your head, moving like youâre in a daze as you throw yourself onto a seat. Logan sits beside you, an alarmed look on his face. âYou alright, kid?â
The nickname, which is used to make your stomach flutter, makes you want to throw up. How have you missed it for this long? It was laid out so plainly before you. Of course, he doesnât want you. Not when he has perfect Jean. Bile rises in your throat with a vicious ferocity when you glare over at Jean.Â
Thereâs a sudden petty, vindictive rage fueling you. The type you should have abandoned in high school, especially now that youâre grown. Instead, you feel like giving into Loganâs idea of what you are. You feel like reacting to all of this petulantly.Â
You ignore Logan and instead catch Jeanâs eyes. Slowly, and with as much intention as you can force into your gaze, you look from her to Logan and then Scott. Her eyes widen and Logan scoffs beside you. She shakes her head minutely, silently begging you not to say anything. You smile at her and stand up.
You take a step towards Scott and Logan calls out an irritated, âKid.â You ignore him and Jean eyes you warily as you approach. She stands like sheâs ready to fight you and take the jet down just to keep you quiet. You reach Scott and can hear the way Jean takes in a sharp breath.Â
âScott,â he looks up at you with his brows raised. There's a pause before you speak. Dragged on too long for Scott not to realize youâre planning something.Â
Jean takes a step towards you and you grin, âMind checking my cuffs?â Scott gives you an odd look and his confusion only gets worse as Jean slumps onto the seat beside him. Sheâs not even trying to hide her relief. Scott shakes his head and holds his hands out, fingers gently probing around the cuffs on your wrists. The ones that keep your powers in check.Â
Youâre still new to welding them. And theyâre too entwined with your emotions for you to just have free range with them. If you hadnât had the cuffs on this morning, youâre afraid you might have just turned everything around you into nothing but dust.
âThey look fine, Flux.â His tone betrays his thoughts. He doesnât know why youâd come to him for this when itâs Charles who usually deals with it. But this stupid, petty little display wasnât for poor oblivious Scott. It was for the woman sitting next to him. The redhead whose still drilling holes into your skull.Â
Youâve got leverage over her that youâve never had before. Scott wouldnât take her little foray with Logan very well. And all it would take is a flick of your wrist to give him a very clear image of exactly what youâd seen. Then, her picture-perfect relationship would be over in a matter of seconds. Youâre sure Logan would be more than pleased. But he doesnât seem to understand that Jean just wants to have fun with him, sheâd never choose him over Scott.Â
âThanks,â thereâs a bite to your tone that youâre not used to. You usually keep your emotions relatively in control. That way you wonât have to wear these cuffs one day. But you feel volatile today. Youâre channeling your hurt and turning it into misguided anger.Â
You drop your wrists to your sides and stalk toward the front, hovering behind Charleâs and Stormâs chairs so you donât have to look at the others. It doesnât take long for you to feel the floor trembling under heavy booted steps.Â
Loganâs arms rest on the headrest of the chairs, bracketing you in between them so you canât escape. He leans forward until his chest is pushed against yours and you can feel every ridge of his muscled torso pressing into you. You try not to suck in a breath, try not to play into the cliche of instantly forgetting why youâre angry when youâre faced with those muscles of his. It is hard, though, because heâs so handsome and so warm and you just want to melt into him.Â
âWanna explain what the hell that was?â His voice is so low, whispering against the shell of your ear so only you can hear. You feel the vibrations of it against your back, his tone more gravelly than it should be.Â
You glance over your shoulder at him, face placid and blank. âWhat? Just needed some help.â Storm looks over at you both and rolls her eyes.Â
Logan opens his mouth to say something but she cuts him off. âPut a pin in the loverâs spat, weâre landing.â Using just a bit of your power, you push Logan off of you and head towards the back of the jet. Thereâs a slight jolt as you land and then the ramp opens up and youâre practically running into the snowy forest.Â
You donât know where you are, mainly because you werenât paying attention, you just know it's fucking freezing. The leather of your suit isnât doing much to help fight against the chill. Charles stays on the jet and reminds you all that this is only meant to be recon. Youâre partnered up with Logan, and as much as it irritates you, youâre not stupid enough to argue against it.
You have to put aside your personal grievances for this mission. You canât risk the safety of mutants because the guy you like likes another girl. Logan seems pleased about it, stubbornly staying by your side even when you make it clear you want space.Â
You both linger behind the otherâs as Storm leads you through the forest. Jean is being more touchy with Scott than normal. Either to assuage her own guilt or to rub it in Loganâs face, youâre not sure which. You nearly gag as you watch them whisper to one another, you glance over at Logan to see if he notices.Â
Youâre startled when you see him already staring at you. His lips tick up into something mischievous when he catches your eye. That smug smirk on his face as he leans in towards you. âWanna tell me whatâs got you so pissed off?â
You roll your eyes and tamp down the rising tide of anger. âNothing,â you bite out, jaw clenching the longer you stare at the back of Jeanâs head. Youâre surprised you havenât chipped a tooth with how hard youâre grinding your teeth together.Â
He scoffs, not believing you for a second. He doesnât say anything, just gives you an expectant stare. You can taste the words forming on your tongue, an irritating urge to just spill your guts overcoming you. Before you can stop yourself you blurt out, âIâm a little surprised thatâs all.â
âOh yeah, âbout what?â You hate how amused he sounds, the chuckle just lying in wait under his words. Like your anger is funny to him, like he didnât just break your stupid fucking heart.Â
You stop walking, not feeling as intimidating as you want while you shiver and huddle into yourself. He seems perfectly at ease in his leather jacket and beater, still refusing to wear the uniform. He leans back and looks at you with a fondness that you canât tell if you love or hate. âYou and little Miss Perfect.â You spit the nickname with enough venom to make both of your eyes widen.Â
Logan rolls his eyes and takes a step towards you, again, Storm interrupts you both. âGuys, really?â Everyone turns around to stare and you will the heat in your face away. âNot the time,â she scolds and you brush past Logan to catch up with the others.Â
You come upon a warehouse, itâs nearly camouflaged under all the snow. You see two guards waiting outside the metal doors and you all disperse behind the trees. Storm glances towards Jean who focuses on the guards. They drop to the floor and you wave your hands, their guns melting into puddles of metal.Â
Logan and Scott move forward, sliding the large metal doors open. You wince at the loud screeching as the rust flakes off the sides. Thereâs a collective quiet as you all hold your breath, waiting for them to give the all-clear. Once they run inside and run back out, you and the others quickly get to your feet and rush into the warehouse. Logan closes the doors again as you make it inside.Â
âNo one here?â Storm checks. Scott shakes his head and you frown. That doesnât make any sense. Why would there be guards if there was nothing inside?
Your question is, unfortunately, answered a minute later. You find a pile of metal crates stacked on top of each other. A large beige tarp covers them. You tug at the corner, letting the fabric slide off. Your eyes flutter with disappointment, âGuys! Over here,â mutants sit inside the crates. Each of them stares at you with varying degrees of mistrust and fear.Â
As awful as it is, youâve gotten used to these quiet depressing missions. There arenât usually many mutants in one place. They donât like to keep the product in one spot for too long. There are only four kids here. The youngest is eleven and the oldest is seventeen. Thereâs nothing physically telling about their abilities so you assume it must be psychic powers.Â
They donât want to come with you until you all give them a demonstration of your powers. Proving that youâre not just trapping them and taking them somewhere worse. Youâre nearly out the door when Charles's voice rings loudly through all of your minds.Â
You wince at the volume, hands coming up to grip at your hair as he shouts, âBehind you!â A gunshot rings out, something hot rips across your wrist and you gasp in pain. Thereâs a clatter of metal as your cuff drops to the ground, the bullet having destroyed it. Without them both, theyâre useless. One wonât work without the other.Â
You glance up at Logan, a panicked look on your face. You can already feel the tidal wave of power thrashing and building in your chest. Itâs been so long with the safety net that you forgot how bad it gets without the cuffs.Â
âWe need to get you out of here!â He shouts over the gunfire. He herds the group behind a cluster of metal shipment boxes. It provides enough cover for you all to try and figure out an escape plan.Â
You listen to the otherâs worried voices, each of them trying to console the kids. You donât know their powers yet. Donât know what might go wrong if they get too scared and canât control their abilities.Â
You canât speak, breaths coming short and fast as you clutch your wrist to your chest. You know itâs delusional, hoping that if you keep a tight grip like the cuff you might be able to control yourself. You can already feel the energy leaking out of you, the ends of everyoneâs hair stands on end. The wall in front of you warps and cracks like it canât decide if itâs liquid or solid.Â
You grit your teeth and look only at Storm. âYou need to get out,â you force the words out. It causes physical pain to try and keep everything at bay. You can feel pressure building in your forehead, pushing out until you think you might explode.Â
âWeâre not leaving you,â Logan snaps. Thereâs shouting going on behind you, a pause as they all reload their guns.Â
âWasnât a question,â you grit out. You look towards Jean and thereâs a moment where you both put aside your differences. You both know how stubborn he is, how much heâll fight against leaving you behind. Regenerative powers or not, it's dangerous to even be close to your gift now. You can see them all straining against the ebbing flow of your powers. Their skin shifts unnaturally like youâre already altering the atoms of their being.Â
This is why youâre only allowed to train with Charles and Jean. They can get in your head, shut it down when you canât. Youâre not sure youâre going to survive yourself. Logan glances between the two of you and practically growls at Jean, âDonât you fuckinâ dare-â
His words trail off into an unintelligible slur as he slumps forward, Jean having knocked him out with her powers. Scott grabs him and grunts under the weight of his body. âIâll cover you,â you gasp the words out. Anything but focusing on your powers causes physical strain that makes you feel like youâre being tugged in a hundred different directions. âJust get them out,â you nod towards the kids.Â
Storm nods and you slip out of cover. It isnât hard to push your powers in one direction, to solidify the air in front of you so the bullets ricochet harmlessly off. You listen to the whine of the metal door and wait for the others to be gone.Â
âTheyâre in the jet,â Charles's voice rings out. âDonât do this,â he warns. You canât think of a response, youâre not even sure what you would say. You never thought you would be able to approach death this calmly, or that this would be how you die. It feels almost pathetic, dying because you lost control on a recon mission.Â
At least those kids are safe. Itâs not a bad reason to die. Just not great. You glance down at the other cuff on your right hand, the air around it fluctuates until it melts off your wrist like liquid metal. With the last barely there tether off your powers, you close your eyes and release the tidal wave.Â
It feels like a dam exploding. It doesnât leak fluidly from you, it rips through you like a hailstorm of knives. Tears apart anything in its path and rewrites the molecular build of everything in its path. Screams echo through the air as menâs bones turn into brittle dust and their hearts morph into something inorganic. Youâre blind to everything around you, vision clouded by the horrific release of energy.Â
You can feel warmth leaking down your face. Blood still pours from the wound on your wrist, and fresh blood from other wounds you canât even feel. You donât know when the screams stop, or when youâre finally drained. But you feel like an empty husk as you drop to the floor, your head bouncing harshly against the cement as everything goes black.Â
âIâm gonna kill you,â Logan says with a grin, glaring at Scott even though itâs Charles who is holding him back. Heâs got a firm mental grasp on Logan, keeping him locked into place while he focuses on the warehouse.Â
Theyâre waiting for the all-clear. The others know thereâs always the possibility that theyâre going to be collecting a body. But none of them are willing to say that, not with the look on Loganâs face. His muscles look ready to pop out of his skin with how much heâs fighting against Charlesâs hold.Â
Scott backs away from Logan with a scoff. He stands near Jean, but she canât take her eyes off the restrained man. Nothing had happened this morning, Flux had seen to that. Interrupting them just as theyâd started. Seeing the way heâs acting now, sheâs starting to believe that nothing is ever going to happen.Â
Heâd looked like he was about to dismiss her when she started making a move. She can see the anger on his face, it seems heâs only ever pissed off. But underneath that, as much as he hides it, she can see the fear. Heâs terrified that they're going to walk in there and youâre going to be dead.Â
Jean can feel the fear of the others as well. Theyâve only seen you lose control once and that had almost leveled the mansion. Charles had stopped you then, but the loss of the cuff had been so sudden Jean just barely had enough strength to keep the others blocked from your powers. She didnât have enough time to shut you down.Â
Jean, as much as sheâs tried to deny it and dismiss her suspicions, canât look Logan in the eye and ignore it anymore. Itâs never been her that heâs wanted. The way he trails along beside you, always prodding and poking until youâre pissy and mouthing off. Itâs not done because he finds antagonizing people fun, it's because he loves seeing you all worked up and passionate. He doesnât view you through the same platonic lens he does the others. Youâre something else to him, something she doesnât want to name, afraid of the bitter taste it will leave on her tongue.Â
Charles slumps back in his chair and Logan suddenly lunges forward. He looks a little surprised by the sudden freedom of movement, but before any of them can stop him heâs running out of the jet. âLogan,â Jean tries to call after him but heâs already a distant blur.Â
Scott sighs and starts down the ramp. âCome on,â he mutters. Heâs the last one who should be coming along. If anything is wrong with you, heâll end up being Loganâs punching bag. Jean follows reluctantly, sheâs not sure she wants to see whatâs happened.Â
Your powers are too similar in their volatile nature. The way they rule you and come so close to destroying you when you use them too much, is too familiar to Jean. She doesnât want to see you lying dead on the floor and be reminded of her own mortality. But someone needs to make sure Logan is stuck on a leash.Â
They reach where the warehouse should be. Itâs nothing but a pile of rubble now. Throughout the wreckage, Jean can make out odd pools of liquid, some writhing, others still. She can only assume that these had been the men shooting at them. She doesnât see your body, none of them do. But Logan isnât giving up.Â
He lifts different pieces of metal and tosses them off into the forest. Jean doesnât sense your presence anywhere but she doesnât have the heart to tell Logan to give up. After a few minutes of searching, she almost tells him to quit. But she canât see him anymore. Heâs disappeared somewhere behind a particularly large pile of roofing. A moment later, Logan stands up. His jacket is gone, wrapped around the body in his arms. None of them are close enough to see if youâre breathing. And he doesnât say a word as he brushes past them, just keeps going back to the jet. Ororo, Scott, and Jean all share a silent look. None of them prepared for the potential fallout thatâs going to happen after this.Â
The first thing you feel is two familiar bands of metal around your wrists. The comforting feeling of the cuffs is enough to have you sinking further into the pillows surrounding you. Then you hear the beeping in your ear, feel the cool blow of AC, and become startlingly aware of the fact that youâre in a bed you donât recognize.Â
You groan, eyes peeling open painfully as your lashes get stuck on your skin. You reach up to rub at your face but your arms feel too weak to lift. You give up on the thought, instead staring up at the ceiling and waiting for your vision to refocus.Â
A throat clears in front of you and you nearly jump out of your skin. Sitting at the end of your bed, arms crossed and a fierce glare on his face is Logan. His feet are propped up on the small table beside you. He quirks a brow and gives you a sardonic grin, âFinally awake, princess?â
Normally the name would have you up and doing somersaults, but thereâs something distinctly negative and disappointed lacing his tone. It squashes any and all butterflies in your stomach. You grimace as you try and sit up. Logan is up in an instant, an annoyed look still on his face as he helps you up.Â
You canât help your dopey smile at how gentle his hands are on you. Even pissed off, he treats you so kindly. Maybe itâs the drugs relaxing you, or the fact that you almost died, but you canât remember whatever made you mad at him. You can only feel the slide of his calloused hands against your arms, the way you shiver under his touch and crave more.Â
He pulls the chair closer to you with a loud scratch of metal feet on the linoleum. You groan at the loud sound and he huffs, throwing himself down in the seat. âHow do you feel?â
Your head sinks back against the wall and you finally realize youâre in the medbay. Itâs why everything smells so sterile. âLike I got hit by a semi.â
He barely lets you finish your thought before he spits out, âWhat the fuck were you thinking?â He doesnât ease you into this at all and you frown. Youâre not sure why you would expect him to ever beat around the bush. Thatâs not his style, heâs always been blunt. Even when others wish he wouldnât be.Â
âWhat else was I supposed to do?â You ask, voice weak. Your throat feels like itâs been ripped apart. Idly, you wonder if you had been screaming in the warehouse or if this was just general strain from the whole ordeal.Â
âNot put yourself at risk like that.â He leans forward, voice stern and bordering on shouting. You know heâs holding back. As much as he wants to lay into you right now, heâs stopping himself from going completely out of his mind. You appreciate it, but you almost wish he would just yell at you. You wish you had a reason to resent him, to finally get over him. âNot have Jean knock me out like that. You donât get to make those decisions for me.â
Itâs completely inappropriate and horrible timing, but you canât help but scoff at the mention of Jeanâs name. Can you not have one conversation thatâs not tainted by the mention of the redhead?
Loganâs mouth snaps shut and he glares at you in disbelief. You squeeze your eyes shut, not willing to face him as embarrassment washes over you. No wonder he always calls you kid. Youâre not exactly acting like an adult. Youâre being a brat and for such a stupid reason too.Â
Just because you like him doesnât mean he has to reciprocate. You canât just force your feelings on someone. âLogan,â you whisper his name, âSorry. Iâm sorry-â
He cuts you off before you can finish. Some of the anger, but not all, has ebbed from his expression. He almost looks like heâs smiling. âJean? Thatâs what this is about? Jealous or something, sweetheart?â
You sputter, shocked little noises leaving you but no words. After a solid minute of restarting a sentence you donât know how to end you finally land on a squeaky, âWho?â If you werenât so mortified, you might have just thrown yourself out the window. Out of every cop-out you could have gone with you chose to just pretend you didnât know who she was. Maybe you could make this work, like selective amnesia.Â
Your shame only builds as Logan laughs. You cover your face and wish you could bury yourself six feet deep and never come up. You feel two rough hands wrap around your wrists, tugging your own away from your face. You donât have the energy to fight back, so you keep your eyes on his chin. Too afraid to meet his gaze.Â
âCome on,â he mutters, gently nudging your chin up until youâre forced to look at him. You're caught off guard by the look in his eyes. You recognize it, but youâd only ever seen it directed at Jean. Itâs the same way youâve always looked at him. Pure unguarded want and desire.Â
The hand on your chin drifts back, fingers tangling in your hair and gently resting on your jaw. He tugs you forward until your lips are nearly touching, breaths mingling with every exhale. âOnly ever wanted you, darlin'.ââ
The kiss catches you off guard. It shouldnât, deep down you knew it was coming, but the intensity behind it, the way you can practically taste how bad he wants this, wants you, catches you off guard. You lean into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting yourself melt into his hold.Â
His free hand drifts to your waist and clutches the flimsy hospital gown until you hear it tear. You part your lips, deepening the kiss so you can finally taste him. Itâs cigars and whiskey, something you should hate but is entirely intoxicating when heâs holding you so tightly. Fireworks are going off in your mind, sparks darting between your fingers as the cuffs struggle to contain all the energy suddenly pushing out of you.Â
He can feel you holding back, squeezing you like itâs a promise he can take it. Take everything you throw at him. You let go as much as your cuffs will allow you. Let the energy blanket you both so you canât hear your heart monitor going off like crazy. So you donât feel anything other than each other. You think youâre going to devour each other like youâll just keep kissing until neither of you can take it anymore. You donât want to let go of him, donât want to lose this moment.Â
But you have to breathe. You donât get to just keep living the way he does. You pull away from him slowly, every part of you dreading separating from him. His forehead drops against your own, his laughter playing along your lips as he finally hears the monitor going haywire.Â
You groan, flicking your wrist and shutting it off so it canât betray how flustered you are anymore. He gently nudges you aside so he can sit beside you on the bed. You donât waste a second before youâre draping yourself across his chest and siphoning his warmth. He chuckles, arms coming up to wrap around you.Â
âCanât believe you were jealous of Jean.â
âShut up,â you snipe. You look up at him and glare, âHow else do you explain what you two were doing?â
He leans forward and gives you a smug grin. âShe came onto me, sweetheart.â Your face screws up in distaste and jealousy. Sheâs going to need to learn to keep her hands to herself. He seems to feel the way you tense up, he huffs in amusement and rubs your back. âRelax, youâre gonna blow your fuse again.â
You glance down at your wrists and nuzzle further into him. You canât believe you could have been laying on him this whole time. You never want to use a blanket again, not when youâve got him. âIâll be fine now that Iâve got my cuffs.â
His hand stills on your bicep. He squeezes it before his hand drifts up to your chin and he tilts your face up again. âI donât ever want to see that again.â Youâre a little surprised by the sudden shift in tone, but you knew this was coming.Â
âI had to, Logan. I either took you all down with me or I went on my own.â
Logan frowns and takes in a deep breath. You place a hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. He smiles down at you, âNext time, take me with you. Iâm not fucking dealing with Summers without you.â
You canât help but chuckle. Your face grows warm and your chest expands with some odd gleeful feeling as he laces your fingers together. âDeal,â you whisper, still smiling at him.Â
A/N: Okay, this might be shit, Iâm not sure. I sort of rushed the ending because as I was writing this I had another idea for him. I guess Iâm officially off my hiatus.Â
end. â I do not own the characters or the comics/movies Wolverine/X-Men, but this writing is my own all rights reserved Š not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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Just Friends
Thank you @brittmb115 for this prompt!
Pairing: Javier PeĂąa x f!reader
Summary: Accompanying your friend Javier to his holiday work party seemed simple enough until it gets a little too hard to just pretend to be dating.
Warnings: language, fake dating, one bed trope, sexual tension, jealousy, flirting, cigarette use, alcohol use, friends to lovers, reader has insecurities about her looks, fingering, smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv sex
WC: 6.4K
dividers by @saradika-graphics
"Please, cariĂąo, it's just one night. The party's at a casino about two hours outside the city. The DEA paid for hotel rooms 'cause they're worried about people drinking and driving. We'll be back by noon on Saturday, you'll still have your whole weekend to mope around over Travis," Javi begged as he followed you around your kitchen.
"Trent," you corrected with a glare over your shoulder. Javi just waved you off.
"Yeah, whatever. His name doesn't matter anymore, now does it?" he countered with an arched brow. You frowned and continued to put your dishes away.
Javier was right - Trent's name didn't matter anymore. Not after he dumped you out of the blue, two weeks before Christmas. He probably didn't want to buy you a gift, Javier had said when you called him up crying. It wasn't exactly the most comforting thing to hear, but at least he made you laugh.
"And why is it you don't want to attend this event by yourself? I thought you would have wanted to take some poor secretary back to your room for the evening," you said, flipping the dishwasher closed before playfully adding, "This better not be some sick move to try to get into my pants again." Javi pulled out his carton of cigarettes and began to anxiously tap it against his palm. When you whisked by, you smacked it out of his hand with a warning: do not smoke in my house.
"You've made it very clear I won't be touching your pants, hermosa," he chuckled, recalling a handful of failed attempts to get you into bed before giving up entirely. "But, uh, I've been taking one too many secretaries home lately," Javi admitted with a lopsided grin. "Got one real pissed at me for not calling her back. Had to make up a lie that I had gotten back together with an ex, so..."
Your jaw dropped and you stared daggers at him with your hands on your hips.
"So not only are you asking me to go with you to this party, but I'm supposed to pretend we're dating?" you clarified, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. When he nodded sheepishly, you tossed your hands in the hair and began to curse under your breath.
"Oh, come on! It won't be that bad! It's not like she's gonna say anything. It's just for looks. Hell, you never know. Maybe you'll meet someone at this thing. I could be doing you the favor of a lifetime," he said before hopping up to sit on your kitchen island. You smacked his knee when you walked past and he grinned.
"I have barstools, you know."
"Yeah, but I like it up here. Better view," he winked and jutted his chin towards your v-neck shirt.
"Gross," you scowled, making him laugh. He took a handful of nuts from the bowl on your counter and shook them in his hand like dice.
"So? What's it gonna be? You in?"
You watched him tip his head back, pouring some peanuts in his mouth, and you sighed. What the hell. You didn't have anything better to do.
"Fine."
Javier jumped off the counter excitedly. "Thank you! I owe you one!" he exclaimed before heading for your door. "I gotta run. I'll pick you up around noon on Friday. And, hey - bring a dress. The party is a little formal."
You rolled your eyes and groaned, then shooed him out your door. "Thanks. Now I have to figure out a damn outfit."
"You're the best!" he shouted happily from his car. You shut your door and turned around to sag against the wood, finally surrounded with silence. Something you thought you were craving until you had it, and then suddenly you realized you had never felt more alone in your life.
"Where the hell is this place?" you asked, staring out the passenger seat of Javier's jeep. It felt like the car kept climbing higher and higher, and the way your ears were popping, you were thinking your hunch was right.
"It's a hotel slash casino up in the hills," he said with a nod towards the open, winding road. "Supposed to have a hell of a view."
"Yeah, guess so," you muttered, then gasped when a clearing came into view and you saw just how high up you really were. "Oh, my god! Javi - look!"
"I'm driving, cariĂąo," he reminded you with a smirk, but his eyes still flickered quickly over the ridge.
"Wow," you said breathlessly. The view was spectacular. Miles and miles of hills and trees surrounded a sprawling hotel/casino. If you were closer to the edge, you would be able to see a lazy river snaking around the bottom of the mountain.
"Alright. So what's the story?" you asked when you settled back in your seat. There was still a ways to go until you reached the casino, but you could see it from the road nestled into the landscape.
"What story?"
"Our story," you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You told a girl you got back together with an ex. So, why did we originally break up?"
"Oh," Javi said, scratching his chin. "I don't know. You really think it matters?"
"Maybe. Who knows? Probably a good idea we at least talk about it," you shrugged.
Javi thought about it for a minute before snapping his fingers. "You wanted marriage and I didn't."
You made a face and shook your head.
"That would imply we're on the path to getting engaged. You really think you can fake a whole marriage because you pissed off a girl at work?"
"Yeah, good point," he mumbled before falling quiet to think about it some more. After a few minutes, he came up with another idea. "How about you were gonna move away for a job and we didn't want to do long distance, but the job fell through and you stayed?"
You nodded slowly, rolling the idea around in your head.
"Yeah, that's good. That'll work. Then one day to explain why you're single again, you can say I got another job offer out of state or something."
"Exactly."
"Alright. Easy enough," you hummed, then turned to gaze out your window again. Javi watched you for a few minutes out of the corner of his eye, his jaw working back and forth while he tried to come up with the right words to express his gratitude.
"Hey, uh," he said, clearing his throat. You turned to look at him expectantly. "I just wanna thank you again. I know you're going through a tough time and all that-"
"Don't mention it," you said dismissively. "It's not a big deal. Plenty of guys out there, right?"
Javi gave you a tight smile. "Yeah. Sure."
One thing that you didn't have a chance to fully think through was the sleeping situation. As Javi checked you in and you heard the girl at the front desk confirm one king sized bed, you felt yourself stiffen. He signed and grabbed the keys, then shot you a warm smile before gesturing towards the elevators. From the looks of it, Javier didn't mind one bit. Then, of course, it was Javier...
"No funny business," you declared when you entered your room and Javier flopped down tiredly on the huge bed. "You stick to your side, I'll stick to mine."
"Whatever you say, cariĂąo," he replied with his eyes closed. "I'll be reminding you of that later tonight when you're all over me after a few drinks."
"That was one time and I told you I was sorry!" you exclaimed, cheeks burning from the memory.
Your relationship in the past with Javier was... complicated. When you first met, it felt like you kept seeking each other out at all the worst times. Whenever you made a move, he was unavailable, and vice versa. Eventually, you had decided to just be friends and left it at that. And it worked well. You had an easy relationship where it felt effortless and natural to go to the other with some exciting news, and sought a shoulder to cry on if something bad happened. It just seemed to work better without the romantic element.
All of that aside, at the crux of the issue was you were a romantic, through and through. You liked being in long term relationships. You enjoyed the comfort and peace it brought. Javier, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. You couldn't even remember the last time he brought the same girl out for drinks more than once and you had a suspicion he had never been in love.
"I'm just messing with you. Can't help it, I like when you're all flustered," Javi said before sitting up with a groan. When he stretched, you found your eyes drifting down to where his shirt rode up, revealing a small sliver of bronzed skin. You swallowed and forced yourself to look away because no matter how many times you reminded yourself it would never work between you, it didn't stop you from being unbearably attracted to him.
It was the confidence that he exuded. That was what you had finally decided was the thing that kept you drawn to him in a decidedly less-than-friendly way. But of course, you were quick to remember you weren't the only one who was attracted to his charm. Half the women in the city noticed it, too. You had just gotten very good at hiding it.
"What time's the party start?" you asked, hauling your duffel bag onto the bed so you could begin to unpack your toiletries. The first thing you did was take out the dark red slinky dress you bought so you could steam out the wrinkles with the iron packed away in the coat closet. What you didn't notice was the way Javier's eyes greedily locked onto the fabric while you moved around the room.
"Uh..." he murmured, his pulse quickening when he saw the plunging neckline of your dress. "That new?"
You furrowed your brow and turned around. "Yeah. I didn't exactly have anything suitable so I went shopping. Why? You don't like it?"
"No, no... it's perfect," he assured you. Javier blinked a few times, snapping himself out of it, and looked at you. "Very... festive."
You grinned and hung up the dress on the back of the bathroom door. "Thanks. I thought so, too. So... the party? What time?"
"Oh, right. Cocktail hour starts at five, dinner's at seven then dancing or whatever til who knows when."
You glanced at your watch and made a face after you did a quick pass with the iron.
"I better get in the shower, then," you said, grabbing your things. Javier leaned back onto the headboard and flicked on the television with the ease of a man who didn't intend on putting in much work on his appearance for evening. However, once you finished your hair and makeup and stepped out of the bathroom in that damn dress, he suddenly felt like he should have tried a little harder.
"Maybe I should put something in my hair," he muttered, his fingers flicking through the dark locks as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. You appeared in the doorway of the bathroom looking way too fucking attractive to be his date, let alone masquerading as his girlfriend. Your brows pinched together as you looked at his hair and it took every last ounce of willpower not to let his eyes fall to your cleavage in that tight dress.
"I think your hair looks good," you said. When you reached up to fix a stray piece of his hair, he cleared his throat and twisted away.
"Alright, let's get this thing over with," he mumbled as he slid past you and headed towards the door.
"What's got you so grumpy?"
"Nothing. Just need a drink and a smoke."
"You're gonna abandon me with a bunch of DEA agents to go smoke for ten minutes?" you whined, following him out of your hotel room towards the elevators.
"You could always join me. You'd look like Bette Davis smoking a cigarette and wearing that dress," he replied when you both stepped inside the elevator. He tapped the lobby button and grinned down at you.
"You and Bette Davis," you laughed, rolling your eyes.
"What? She made smoking look so damn cool."
"Yeah, well, I think I'm going to pass," you told him. "I'll get a drink and mingle. Maybe find one of the girls you pissed off and have a cat fight."
Javi chuckled and shook his head. "That's a long list, baby. Shouldn't be too hard."
When the elevator doors slid open, you could hear the music thumping from the ballroom and laughter echoing off the walls.
"Sounds like they didn't waste any time," you said to Javier.
"Are you kidding? When the government gives you an open bar, you fucking milk it," he replied before taking one step towards the front doors. "You sure you're good for a few?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine," you said, waving him off. He nodded and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Before he even made it to the door, he slipped one in between his lips.
The ballroom was pretty full already, Javi was right: when government employees have a chance to let loose, they jump at the opportunity. The entire room was decorated in Christmas lights, garland, and at least five different trees. The DJ was cycling through a mix of Christmas carols, pop music, and classic rock. Some people already shaking their hips on the dance floor with drinks in their hands. You spotted two different bars set up, so you made your way to the nearest one and ordered a white wine. As you waited, you bopped your head along to the beat of Last Christmas while mindlessly scrolling on your phone.
"Jack Daniels, neat," a man's deep voice said from beside you when the bartender placed your wine glass on a coaster. You thanked him and slid a few dollars across the bar before taking a sip.
"Excuse me... have we met?"
You turned to look at your neighbor and slowly shook your head. He was cute. Blonde hair parted to one side, mustache, lean but strong physique and sparkling blue eyes.
"No, we haven't," you said before offering your hand and name.
"Steve," he grinned, giving your hand a firm shake before accepting his drink with a nod and a couple bucks in the tip jar. "What department do you work in?"
"Oh, I don't work for the DEA, I'm here with someone," you said, leaning closer. You watched his face fall when you implied you weren't single and you pursed your lips. How the hell would Javi expect you to meet anyone when you had to pretend to be his girlfriend?
"I mean, just a friend. A good friend," you added, praying you didn't blow Javi's cover the first time you opened your mouth. "Uh, what do you do?"
"I'm an agent," he told you, chest puffing with pride. "Takin' down drug rings one scumbag at a time."
"Wow. That's so impressive," you gushed. You saw the way his cheeks flushed a bit and preened when he glanced down at your chest. "That must be so hard. What's your favorite part about the job?"
"Goin' to the Christmas party and meeting beautiful women like you," he shot back smoothly, making you giggle and toss your hair flirtatiously over your shoulder. Steve's gaze dragged up and down your dress appreciatively before adding, "I mean it. You look stunning. Should've known someone like you didn't work for the DEA."
"Oh, stop," you giggled, feeling your face warm from his compliment.
"Where are you sitting? Maybe I can convince you to dance after dinner? Now fair warning, I got two left feet, but I got a feeling no one's gonna be lookin' at me," Steve grinned, taking a step closer and grazing his thumb along your bare arm.
"Hmm, that sounds-"
"Murphy."
You both twisted around to find Javier storming across the room. And storming was really the only word for it. His fists were clenched and his jaw pulled tight like he was about to take a swing at Steve.
"Javi," you greeted him sweetly with a smile. At the same time, Steve said, "PeĂąa."
"What's going on here?" he asked, sidling up so he could wedge himself between you and Steve.
"Nothing. Steve and I were just talking," you said innocently.
"Looked like more than that," Javier huffed. His tone and the serious look on his face made you falter. Did you do something wrong?
"Well-"
"I was just asking her for a dance after dinner. Relax, Jav," Steve joked with a playful punch to his shoulder. When Javi remained stoic and unmoving at your side, the smile slowly slipped from Steve's face.
"Oh, shit. Sorry. I thought you were just friends."
"We are," you said quickly, but Steve was already backing away.
"Enjoy your night! It was lovely to meet you," Steve said with a wink before disappearing into the crowd. You swiveled on your heel to glare at Javi.
"Why didn't you correct him?" you seethed.
Javi just shrugged, his relaxed demeanor slipping back in place, and leaned up against the bar to flag down a bartender. "You can do better than Steve."
"Who are you to say?" you argued back after he ordered a whiskey. "We were clicking! And he's cute, why-"
"'Cause I don't want you fucking my partner, hermosa, that's why," Javi snapped. Your eyes widened and you clamped your mouth shut for a moment.
"He's your partner? Why didn't you ever introduce us before? He's-"
"C'mon, let's go find the appetizers or something," he said after snatching his glass from the bar top. It was very evident you wouldn't be getting any more information out of Javier so you decided to drop the subject. But as the happy hour inched along with your third drink in your hand and Javi's arm finding a permanent home around your waist as he introduced you to his coworkers, your mind kept drifting back to that hardened look he had given you and Steve. The butterflies in your stomach churned to life every time you thought about it, your memory twisting things so you could pretend he was jealous over you flirting with another man. It wasn't that hard to imagine, really. He could hardly keep himself from touching either your waist or lower back or grabbing your hand. It fed the little fantasy in your head, deluding yourself into thinking he was subtly trying to claim you in front of the whole party, warning others to stay away.
You had given up reminding yourself that the fake relationship schtick was just an act by the end of dinner. It was too nice to pretend otherwise.
Javi had been wrapped up in a long winded conversation with the man seated on the other side of him, but your heart was fluttering the whole time because from the moment he set his silverware down, his hand hadn't once left your leg.
With a dreamy smile plastered across your face, your eyes casually drifted around the room. People were already beginning to dance but many still remained at their dinner tables chatting. You had been quietly admiring the artwork on the walls and sipping from your glass when you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. It was hard to explain, but you just felt like someone was staring at you. Doing your best to be subtle, you shifted in your seat and let your gaze wander around the room again until you found the source.
There was a table to your left, half of which was empty, but five young women remained staring in your direction. Some had drinks dangling from their fingers, one had a scowl and another was leaning in to whisper something in her ear.
There was no question one of the girls must have been one of Javi's scorned lovers. If not all of them. Your heart sunk a little when you saw how beautiful they were and you forced yourself to look away.
Javier was handsome, he had charm, and he was funny. A lethal combination that managed to get him in bed with some extremely drop dead gorgeous women. It was then you felt your insecurities flare up. How could anyone buy you were a couple when he was used to having girls like that on his arm?
With Javier still talking, you stood up from your chair, suddenly feeling flustered and overwhelmed.
He stopped speaking mid sentence to look up and ask, "Where are you going?"
"Uh," you glanced around and swallowed nervously. "I think I just need some fresh air. I'll be right back."
"I'll go with you," he said, immediately standing. "I'll catch up with you later, Jim," Javi added over his shoulder before hurrying to catch up with you. When his palm pressed against your back, your feet automatically slowed.
"What's going on? Drink too much?"
"No. Well, maybe. I don't know," you rambled, eyes scanning for the exit. "I just feel like I don't fit in here."
"What? Why?" he asked, grabbing your arm and spinning you around. His face was filled with concern as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "You're doing great, cariĂąo. I thought you were having fun."
"I was. I am," you stammered, and then your gaze landed on the table of girls, most of which had moved on to something else.
Before you could tear your eyes away, Javier noticed where you were looking and sighed.
"Yeah, sorry. I told you, I pissed off a woman or two here."
"It's not that," you mumbled, now staring down at the floor.
"Then what is it?"
You felt your cheeks flush and you couldn't look him in the eye when you finally admitted, "They're really pretty, Javi."
He just scoffed and took your hand in his.
"You're prettier."
You laughed lightly and shook your head. "Yeah, right. It's a good thing there's an open bar. Otherwise, I'm not sure people would believe we're together when you're usually seen with girls like that."
"Hey," Javi said softly. He hooked a finger under your chin and tilted it up so you would look at him. "Don't say that. You look better than anyone else here. If you weren't already, I'd be trying to get you up to my room right now," he said with a smirk. You giggled a little and sighed.
"Sorry. I guess I just had a moment or something," you said, breathing deep. Javi looked around the room and noticed how the dance floor was beginning to fill up.
"Wanna dance?"
You smiled and pulled your lower lip between your teeth as you watched others having fun on the dance floor. Without waiting for your answer, Javi tugged your hand and tilted his head, urging you to follow him. "C'mon, don't leave me hanging."
You laughed and let him lead you to the dance floor, weaving through the throngs of people until he found a little wiggle room, but right when he turned back to look at you with a big, goofy smile, the fast tempo switched to a much slower ballad. Javi cocked an eyebrow at you and extended a hand, unphased.
With a smile of your own, you took his hand and let him pull you in close. His fingers laced together with yours while his other arm wrapped around your middle and your free hand came to rest on his shoulder.
"Hey, you can dance," he teased when you fell into rhythm with him effortlessly.
"Of course I can dance," you said, rolling your eyes. Being that close to him, you could smell his aftershave, the whiskey on his breath, and a faint hint of cigarette smoke from earlier. The smell you had unknowingly grown to love. The smell that was, simply put, Javier.
You gazed up at him, smiling at the little pink tinting his cheeks and the glassy look in his eye. He looked so fucking adorable it almost pained you.
"Can I ask you something, Javi?" you asked quietly. His eyes softened at your tone and he nodded. "Why were you so mad earlier when I was talking to Steve? Really?"
The corner of his mouth twitched and his eyes flickered somewhere behind you as he considered his answer.
"I think you know why."
When he looked back down at you, the playfulness was gone. His eyes carried something else in them. Something he couldn't bring himself to say. Then your heart skipped a beat and your breath caught in your throat when you saw it. The look you had been aching to see from him for years. The same look you were giving him at the very same time.
And then it hit you. Yeah, you knew why.
It turned out Javier was much more popular at work than you ever expected. You had spent the rest of your dance trying to come up with the right thing to say, but you panicked and lost your chance when Javier's boss nudged his shoulder while dancing with his wife. The four of you fell into a conversation - the men about work, you and his boss's wife about Christmas bargains - in the middle of the dance floor. When you realized you were in the way, the conversation moved to the bar. After that, an investigator joined in the conversation with her girlfriend and before you knew it, it was nearly midnight and the moment you had with Javi on the dance floor was long forgotten.
Or so you thought.
It had been a long night. You were exhausted and your feet ached from the new shoes you picked out to match your dress. You had hoped to possibly find an opening and talk to Javi about what you thought he implied during your dance, but while you were waiting for him to wash up, you passed out cold.
One thing you knew for certain was you were on your side of the bed when you fell asleep. You knew that because your side faced the bathroom and you had rolled over to wait for Javi before you fell asleep. However, you couldn't explain why you woke up around three in the morning with your cheek resting on his shoulder and your arm wrapped around his waist.
Well, maybe you could explain it. It was probably your subconscious trying to seek him out after spending the evening being so close to him. No matter the reason, you knew you had to sneak back to your side of the bed before he woke up, so you slowly began to extract your arm.
"Where're you goin'?" Javi murmured sleepily. Your eyes widened and your heart began to race.
"Nowhere, just go back to sleep," you whispered, pulling your arm away. Just as you were about to roll over, Javi's hand shot out to grab your wrist. You froze, cheek still pressed against his shoulder, and slowly lifted your eyes up to meet his.
It was hard to see in the dark, but from what you could tell, he was wide awake. His dark brown eyes continued to study your face while you fumbled for words.
"Javi?" you said, voice sounding so small in the quiet room. His eyes flickered anxiously between yours for another moment before he came to his decision. In one quick movement, he had rolled you onto your back, his hips fitting perfectly between your legs as he caged you in.
"Javi," you said again, although this time sounding far more breathless and aroused than you intended.
He swallowed tightly, gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips before he whispered, "Do you feel it too, cariĂąo?"
You shifted underneath him, eyelids fluttering when you felt his arousal pressing up against the inside of your thigh.
"Yes," you whispered back.
His mouth crashed against yours in an instant. It was rougher than you expected it to be but you didn't mind. You understood because you felt it, too. All that time wasted, dancing around something that was right in front of you the entire time. It was bound to drive anyone a little crazy, a little hungry.
Before you knew it, your fingers were in his hair, dragging down his shoulders, and then tugging at his shirt, and all the while his mouth remained cemented against yours. He had to pull away to yank his white tshirt over his head and you heard yourself make a pathetic little noise, like you couldn't possibly survive without his kiss, not even for one second.
"Take this off," he panted, lifting your oversized shirt halfway up your torso. You didn't need to be told twice. You flung it off and pulled Javier back down before he even had a chance to take a good look at your bare chest.
Everything was moving so fast but given the amount of time it took you to get there, it felt like a fucking eternity. He expertly tugged your shorts and underwear off while your tongues fought for dominance in each other's mouths. It wasn't even until you felt his fingers brush against your cunt that you realized you were entirely undressed.
"Oh, god... Javi!" you cried out brokenly when he slipped two fingers inside of you.
His mouth fell to your chin and he made a strangled sound, curling his fingers when he said, "Fuck, baby, when you say my name like that..."
His hand maintained a steady rhythm between your legs, reaching for that spot that made your back curl off the bed every time he thrusted inside. His other hand got lost in your hair, tipping your face so he could feverishly lock his lips with yours while dragging your first orgasm to the surface with a few circles over your sensitive clit.
"Javi! Wait... I'm gonna - I'm gonna come -" you gasped, unable to stop your hips from rolling up and meeting his hand.
"Go ahead, hermosa. I got you."
"No," you whimpered, muscles going tense. You were getting to the point of no return and you needed to stop him. "I wanna - I want you to fuck me, Javi. I - I wanna -"
Your head fell back into the pillow, unable to complete your sentence.
"I am. I'm gonna fuck you," he assured you, lips ghosting the shell of your ear and wrist snapping faster between your thighs. "I'll make you come on my cock, don't worry, baby. Just let go, c'mon, you can do that for me, right?"
"Oh, fuck," you gasped, eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck, fuck, fu- yes, Javi, yes! More... please-"
"Christ, cariĂąo, you're gonna wake the whole fucking hotel," he chuckled, but you were too far gone to care. You tilted your chin to the ceiling, his name echoing off the walls as you came. It felt like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest, like your legs were so weak you may never walk again, yet somehow it wasn't enough. Not for either of you. In fact, it only seemed to make you each more desperate.
Your kisses on his skin became messy, both of you so eager to have the other that there was no room to worry about being too fast or abrasive. Your teeth clashed together when your arm curved around his neck, yanking him down to your level. Your shared hot breaths mingled with each pant and gasp. When you reached down to wrap your fingers around the heavy weight of his cock, he moaned into your open mouth and slid his fingers from your pussy so you could line him up with your entrance, neither of you in any mood to wait a second longer.
"Fu-uck," he groaned when he pushed inside of you, burying himself to the hilt in one go. You gasped and sharply bit down on his shoulder when tears sprung up and threatened to spill down your cheeks.
"You okay?" he panted, planting weak kisses against the side of your face. All you could do was nod. He filled you and stretched you so perfectly that it took your breath away and left you speechless. He nodded, too, lips parted as he puffed for air, then began to rock his hips. Slow at first, then steady and deep.
"Javi," you moaned in his ear, sending a shiver through his body. "Shit, just like that. Oh my god, Javi, just like that!"
Javier smirked into your shoulder, fucking you with deep, long strokes as you continued to fill the room with your cries and moans.
"Never thought you'd be so goddamn loud, baby," he teased, nipping playfully at your shoulder.
"Sorry," you whined into the air. Your jaw was clenched tight, fingers clawing uselessly at his broad shoulders while he continued to pump in and out a little bit harder, a little bit faster, setting loose one of the tears that welled up in your eyes.
"Don't be sorry, I fucking love it," he groaned. He lifted himself up so he could watch your face contort with each devastating thrust. "Fucking love how you say my name. Dreamed about it for so long, you have no idea-"
"Me, too," you moaned, a second tear trickling down your cheek. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him tightly as he began to fuck you faster. His eyes flickered down to your bare chest, breasts bouncing from the force of his thrusts. Craning his neck down, he latched onto one with a groan, teeth grazing enticingly over your nipple before sucking the other one into his mouth.
"God, you're so perfect," he mumbled into the space between your breasts. "So fucking perfect, hermosa. Drove me fucking crazy all night."
Your heart stuttered before grabbing the sides of his head and pulling him up for a deep kiss. Every time he slammed inside of you, it had you seeing stars. You felt completely at his mercy, unable to think about anything else except him, him, him.
"Tell me you want more," he demanded, pulling away from your kiss so he could look you in the eye. His eyes were blown wide with lust and a few dark hairs were beginning to stick to his forehead, the image so captivating that he had you nodding dumbly to his request.
"Yes, Javi, please," you moaned, "more, please, fuck me-"
"No, I mean-"
His hips slowed and he cupped your face, chest heaving and lips parted for air as he stared down at you imploringly. "I mean, tell me you want more than just tonight. Tell me there's something else here."
You blinked rapidly and nodded, stunned he would even have to ask when you had always been the one to prefer relationships. Hardly trusting yourself to speak, you whispered, "Yeah. I want more than just tonight. I want more than just this."
A smile stretched across his face right before he lunged down to capture your lips with his own. His hips resumed their pace, snapping steadily into you and pushing you higher and higher until you stiffened and cried out his name.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, shit," he muttered, hips stuttering against you, his name still tumbling from your mouth as the last of your orgasm rippled through your body. "Baby - look at me," he begged, and it wasn't until that moment you realized your eyelids had even shut.
Tiredly, you opened your eyes to gaze up at him. The way he was looking at you caused a lump to form in your throat and you had to suppress a shiver. It was too intense all of the sudden, the air thickening between you in a matter of seconds.
"Come for me, Javi," you murmured lowly. You brought a shaky hand up to card through his damp hair, watching as his eyebrows pinched and his chin dropped, pulling out of you quickly and sitting back on his heels to fist his cock. Your hand fell back to the cool sheets beside you, unable to look away. He was hunched above you, one fist pressed into the mattress and the other jerking himself off until he stilled with a deep groan, painting your stomach with his sticky release. You couldn't even let yourself blink, doing your best to commit every detail to memory until he collapsed next to you with a heavy sigh.
"Fucking Christ," he grumbled, forearm tossed over his eyes. You giggled, face warming when you heard how raspy you sounded. Javier removed his arm and turned his head to look at you with a lopsided grin.
"You're a screamer, hermosa."
"Javi!" you cried out softly, but your broken voice only further proved his argument. He chuckled and rolled onto his side to push some hair away from your eyes.
"I was expecting a phone call from the front desk ten minutes ago."
"Shut up, Javi!" you whined, covering your face with your palms.
"Don't be embarrassed, baby, I love it," he said while pulling your hands away. You bit your lip and peered up at him, searching his face for any sign of regret and finding none. Then his face softened and he swallowed nervously before adding, "I'm in love with you."
He said it so quietly, so sweetly, that it had you wondering if you were hearing things. But then you saw the anxious look in his eye and your pulse skyrocketed.
"Really?" you asked in disbelief. Slowly, he nodded.
"Yeah. I think I've been in love with you for a while," he admitted, tracing an invisible line down your cheek.
You laughed and two fresh tears fell when you said, "I love you, too."
His mouth crashed against yours in relief and you wrapped your arms around his neck, matching smiles pressing together in stunned happiness.
"I'm sorry I wasted so much time and didn't tell you sooner," he murmured while stroking your hair.
"It doesn't matter," you replied, "we have each other now."
Javi smiled and kissed the tip of your nose.
"So, now what?" he asked.
"Now? Now I would really like to take a shower," you said, then grinned when you added, "and maybe in the morning we can do this all over again."
He laughed and rolled to his side so you could get out of bed. When his eyes locked onto your ass as you made your way to the bathroom in the dark, he flung the covers off and leapt out of bed to follow you.
"I think we're gonna need a late check out."
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Okay so we've got a bit of a long one. Kinda enemies to lovers if you blink, fuckboyrry turned softrry, dedication galore, hesitant Y/N and confident H, you're gonna love it. This is the first half- the other half is already up on Patreon and will be here later on đ
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Warnings- slight angst, mentions of anxiety, alcohol, cocky h turned into a loverboy... nothing too crazy in this part.
WC- 8.5k
âWhy are you every-fucking-where.â Y/N stopped short, glaring at the man across from her. The entire party, she had been trying to avoid him- but he wasnât letting that be at all possible.
Harry grinned widely at that, the most obnoxious and infuriatingly pretty smile with those stupid dimples. Leaning against the wall as he studied her for a good moment, there was no hiding the not so casual enjoyment he got out of flustering her.Â
Finally, he broke the silence, standing up from his casually cool stance on the wall. She knew he was going to say something that annoyed her and it was proven as he opened his mouth. "Câmon, donât be like that. Perhaps you just can't keep me off your mind, baby girl. Canât stop thinking about me, seeing me everywhereâŚ"
âEw. Do not call me that.â She wrinkled her nose in disgust for the nickname, walking past him. He followed, of course, because he always did. âJust because we have a few similar friends doesnât mean you need to be at every social event. Iâd love a break from your smug face.â
"You can't possibly be getting tired of this handsome face alreadyâŚ" He protested as he followed behind, his words purposely trying to rile her up. Getting a rise out of her seemed to make his whole day, and usually she would laugh it off but this time⌠things were different. Finding a spot in the kitchen, he watched as she puttered around trying not to look at him.Â
His eyes danced with amusement as he added in some more. "Or are you just mad that I always seem to steal the show, love? Not my fault that I'm effortlessly charming and captivating, darling."
âHumble, too.â She snorted, grabbing a drink from the cooler. Buzzballs were not the thing sheâd want to choose when she was thinking about the next morning, but they were exactly what she needed when it came to trying to mentally escape right now. âYouâre insufferable. Really.â His eyes were on her as she used her nail to pop open the cap.Â
âSo are you going to leave me alone, or follow me around all night?â
Harry chuckled in amusement at her sarcasm, enjoying the way she rolled your eyes at him. "Leave you alone when you look this lovely? Not a chance in hell, darling." He hummed, tapping his own bottle against the counter. He paid no mind to the new people who entered the space, eyes glued on the girl he was talking to. "But as much as I'd love to keep annoying you, I have a much better way we could spend time. Don't you remember, love?" He purred. âI certainly do. Itâs hard to forget the way it feels when you moan-â The interruption was instant, her hand gripping onto him.Â
âHarryâŚâ she hissed, tugging his arm further down the dark hallway and into a bedroom. Whoâs? She didnât know. All she knew was that she had seen where this was going, and she didnât want him to say it too loudly. Everyone was so god damn nosy and respectfully, she didnât want to deal with any of that. Not after all she had said.
âListen.â Putting her hands on her hips, she tilted her head up at him as he stood a little too close. âWe hooked up, it was a mistake. You know it.â Though it didnât seem like he thought so considering how he trailed her ever since. âWe⌠we were a little drunk and I was lonely and you were there.âÂ
Y/N knew she was slightly lying, but she was trying to fool herself. If she said it enough times, maybe sheâd believe it. Theyâd always had chemistry. It was intensity that burned between them, her disdain and his addiction to getting a rise out of her. It was only a matter of time that theyâd give into some sort of blow out- but she hadnât expected it to be as good as it was. It couldnât happen again.Â
Harry had that knowing smirk on his face as she tried to deny it all, knowing exactly where this was headed. The thrill of chasing her, of getting under her skin was intoxicating, addicting. He loved making her growl and huff and glare at him, because it meant getting her undivided attention.
"Was it really a mistake?" He asked as he leaned against the door, finally giving her some breathing room. "Or have you just been avoiding me because you couldn't stop thinking about it?"
The truth was that he had been thinking about that night ever since. Multiple times. Before he went to sleep, when he was in the shower.. It was hard not to.Â
Her jaw clenched, placing her bottle down and crossing her arms. âLook. Youâre hot, Harry. You donât need me to tell you that. Youâve got plenty big of an ego. But Iâve been avoiding you because it can not happen again.âÂ
Y/N knew that Nina was into Harry and she really didnât want to start any drama. Not that he even seemed remotely into her, but because she acted like he was someone she had dibs on. As gross as it was, she tended to start shit with anyone Harry pursued and she just wasnât in the season for drama. There were other things to worry about other than start a feud over a man.Â
He had known about Nina's crush on him, but he didn't care about her. He never had, and he never would. As fucked up as it was, what they had, in his mind, was just a harmless flirtation, nothing more. Y/N knew that, but Nina didnât. He couldn't have been more clear he had no interest in her, but some people took delusion to heart.Â
It didnât matter how good Harry gave it to her last time, how hard her legs shook, how sore she was in the best way. Didnât matter if his tongue was hot and through and how heâd cleaned her up with it. It couldnât be repeated.
Harry's smirk only widened as she openly admitted he was attractive, his ego inflating even more. But when she mentioned avoiding him, his smile faltered slightly.
"Why can't it happen again?" He asked, moving closer to her, his eyes darkened. Too close, making her take a deep breath. If there was one thing he would give him, his presence was commanding. Felt. Her body was very familiar with his now, wanting to lean into him, but she fought it.
âBecause.â She sighed tiredly. âI really canât deal with any drama. Iâm exhausted, and the last thing I need is that she-devil going after me because she thinks Iâm âstealing her man.â â
The man let out a laugh, amused by the comment. Yeah, he knew exactly who she was referring to and found it funny. He knew she could be a drama queen, and he definitely didn't care for her possessive tendencies, but he had told her that they had nothing going on between them and never would.
He stepped closer to her, his greedy hands reaching out to touch her hips, his touch firm. "You're not stealing me, love. She never had me, and she's delusional if she thinks she does." His eyes gleamed with desire as he looked at her, his touch becoming a bit more possessive in his own way. "And I want you, not her."
âHarry, you donât actually want me.â She groaned in frustration, trying to ignore how her tummy dropped as he pulled her into him, his other hand curling around her jaw. Stupid body, stupid hormones, stupid muscle memory. Â âYou think you do because you like a chase. You donât actually like me or anything, you like how I fuck.â She said bluntly, glancing up at him.
Harry's smug expression faltered as she protested. He could feel the annoyance, but he also noticed the way her body responded to his touch. There was no denying that. "Is that what you really think?" He asked, his grip on her jaw tightening slightly as he looked down at her. "That I'm just chasing you only for the thrill of the chase, for the sex?"
His eyes darkened, his other hand moving lower on her hip, pulling her flush against him. He could feel her body against his, the softness, the warmth, and he wanted it all back. There had been no way she could tell him that she hadnât enjoyed it, considering heâd made her cum 3 times, made her gush all over his cock. Sheâd clung to him, held onto him, whimpered his name. But heâd taken care of her, he had gotten her some pomegranate juice and a snack, helped her tie her hair up, driven her home. When the contact had been nonexistent, he was hoping she was just making him work for it- but that wasnât all this was to him.
âYeah.â She furrowed her brows. âIs it not?â Harry wasnât the relationship type, not usually. Everyone knew that. Y/N had constantly reminded herself that when theyâd first met and she had a bit of a crush on him, only to see that he liked to fuck emâ and leave âem. It lost the appeal and she had resented him a bit for it.Â
Was it fair? No. She knew that. But their dynamic had been built on that resentment.Â
Harry's jaw clenched at her response, frustration and something else flickering in his face. He loosened his grip on her slightly, his gaze searching her eyes, trying to convey something she obviously wasnât picking up on.
"And what if I told you that you were wrong?" He asked, his voice low. "What if I told you that there's more to me than just chase and sex?" He tilted his face closer to hers, his hand on her hip keeping her snug. He hadn't realized it himself just how touch deprived for her he actually was. Did she really think it was all just⌠a game? Had he not proven himself to her that night? Granted, he had maybe fucked up in how he communicated after but⌠the ball had been put in her court.Â
He could tell that she was skeptical, but he was determined to make her believe him.
"I want you." He said firmly, his hand on her jaw moving to wrap around the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair. "I want everything. Your body, your mind, your heart." His hand on her hip moved lower, his touch a little needy. "And the fact that I can't have you is driving me insane. Want you to believe me."
âBut why?â She sputtered. âAll we do is argue. All I do is blow you off and all you do is follow me around to piss me off.âÂ
She had no idea he had his own fascination with her. How heâd silently watched her, observed, saw how she was with other people and wanted that chance to feel that. To have one of those smiles for himself.
Harry shook his head with a light laugh, his grip on her flexing slightly as he stared down at the girl he had been playing cat and mouse with. "Because I'll take the arguing, the blowoffs, all of it, just to be near you. I don't know when it truly started, but you've gotten under my skin, love." He pushed her back against the door, his body pressed against hers, trapping the girl. Looking down at her, his eyes were dark with desire, with honesty. It was a little unsettling.
âHarry.â She swallowed, eyes fluttering as his fingers stroked over her jaw and down over her throat, tenderness tinging the touches. âItâs not funny if this is a joke. Itâs not.â
Harry's let out a tired breath, his touch gentle as he stroked her delicate skin, taking advantage of every touch. He could see that vulnerability in her eyes, and it only made him more determined to prove himself. "Mânot joking. " He said firmly. "This is serious, I want you, and mânot giving up until I have you."
âThen youâre gonna have to work for it.â She exhaled sharply, pushing out of his hold and escaping back towards the party.
Y/N was almost fooled into giving in again- but she could give in without a real, true idea of what he was dedicated to. Maybe it was cruel of her to try and write him off as a bit of a slut trying his luck, but sheâd never been awarded the chance to get to know him outside of their usual dynamic.Â
That was why, the next day, seeing him on her front porch had her gasping in surprise. âShit!â She yelped, keys falling to the wood below her.Â
He looked good. The night of sleep seemed to refresh him, heâd showered, and he was bright eyed this morning. Determined. Why? She didnât know. But this was not at all what she had expected when opening her front door. â You scared the fuck out of me. What are you doing here?â
"Good morning, love." He greeted her. âNice to see you this morninâ. You look gorgeous.â That cheeky fucking grin, as usual, tilted on his mouth.Â
She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow in question. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"
Harry flashed her a grin, completely unfazed by her skepticism. "I'm here to see you, of course." He said, as if it was obvious. âSilly thing.â
âWhy?â She didnât want to get too huffy with him but he was nearly speaking in riddles and she didnât have the patience for that. âAre you alright?â
Of course he was amused at how frustrated she looked, finding her impatience obviously endearing. Maybe it was just her, though. Y/N was a bit of a weakness of his, he found. Pushing himself up the final step, he grabbed her keys and handed them back to her, making no effort to pull his hands away from her own.Â
"I'm fine, love." He hummed casually. "I just wanted to see you." Holding her hands in his, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on the skin. Casual intimacy that slightly caught her off guard.
The girl merely looked at him in confusion. The plan for today had been to go to the grocery shop and do stuff around the house, not entertain the man who had admitted to wanting her last night- but she knew if he was here, it meant he was determined to get his way.
Aka, spending time with her.Â
âOkay.. So now you saw me.â She said lowly. âDo you want to go home now?â
The sight of her looking so flustered and on edge fueling his determination, he shook his head. "Not yet." He said, his voice low and firm. "Mânot leaving until I get some of your time."
Y/N closed her eyes, taking a deep inhale through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. Meditative breathing did wonders, it seemed. Usually. She knew Harry well enough to know that he wasnât going to let this go. He was going to keep prodding until he understood that he probably had no actual intention of being around her long term. He was looking at her with metaphorical sex goggles on. Yeah, she was good in bed, but that was only a tiny portion of her.Â
Heâd learn eventually.
âWell, I have to go to the store. SoâŚâ
Harry watched you closely as she opened her eyes from the attempting to calm herself. It was a little unnerving to know she needed to calm down from such a simple interaction but then again, he had been coming on a little strong. It was his nature, but he tried to relax his stance a bit. No way was he going to let an opportunity to spend time with her be wasted. He was dedicated now, wanting to win her over. "You're going to the store?" He leaned in closer. âLooks like I'll just have to come with you, then."
Y/N sputtered as he took her handbag and totes from her, tucking them under his arm as the other held her hand.Â
âCâmon.â He said smugly, pulling her towards his car. She followed, confused at how he had just agreed to go grocery shopping with her. Willingly. It wasnât something he liked doing and she knew that- she somehow had found out one night that he had his delivered- but he seemed eager to do this with her.Â
The last thing she expected was for him to open the passenger door and help her inside, but he did. Like it was second nature, opening it up and taking her hand to aid her into sitting sound, placing her bags on her lap.
Harry's smirk widened as he scooped up her handbag and totes, his grip on your hand firm as he guided her towards his car. He snickered under her breath at her sputtered protest, enjoying her disbelief that he was actually willing to go grocery shopping with her. Like it was some sort of hardship.
Once he had settled her in, he leaned in closer, the smell of cinnamon gum filling her senses. Keeping his stance, his eyes locked on her, his gaze intense. He could see the confusion in her eyes, and it only fueled his determination to make it second nature to her, to expect this sort of thing from him. .Â
"You look cute this morning." He said, his voice low and smooth. "Did you get much sleep last night?" He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle.
Her cheeks felt hot as he tenderly touched her, the softness of it all surprising her. âUm⌠I did.â The compliment had flustered her too. It wasnât something she was used to from him. Their usual dynamic was tense on her end and being a pain in the ass with a stupid smirk on his. This sort of treatment was new to her.Â
âThanks. You lookâŚ.â It felt unnatural to compliment him, but she meant it. Strangely enough. All of this was so new to her. âNice.â
Harry chuckled at the slight hesitation in her words, enjoying the way she was thrown off by his tenderness. One day she was going to accept it. He smiled at her attempt at a compliment, narrowing his gaze at her. "Just nice?" He teased, raising an eyebrow. He placed a light hand on her knee, his thumb stroking her skin in small circles, his touch gentle and comforting.
âWell, handsome? I dunno.â She grumbled. âJust so you know, youâre carrying all the grocery bags. If you insist on coming along you need to be useful.â
"Oh, I can be very useful, love. You jusâ need to find out what else I can off sâall." He said, his hand continuing its caressing on her knee, his touch sending a little jolt through her body "And donât worry, Iâll carry all the bags. You just worry about picking out what you need."
Harry could see the doubt in her eyes as he reassured her about carrying the bags, and he knew he had to prove it. Not just that, but the whole thing. He hadnât won her over quite yet, but he would.Â
Removing his hand from her knee, he ignored how much he missed the touch and stood up straight, standing tall and strong next to the car.Â
"You donât believe me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Just watch, sweetheart. Gonna shock the shit out of you."
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Y/N was suspicious.Â
Harry was⌠behaving. More than, actually. He was being sweet and polite, borderline charming. Standing beside her as she pushed the cart, grabbing the items at the top shelves, not rushing her at all. He was flirty, sure, but nothing insane that truly made her roll her eyes at him. His voice was soft spoken and held only a tiny bit of the arrogance it usually did⌠and she liked it.
Who the fuck was this? And what had they done with the normal Harry?Â
âYouâre freaking me out a little.â She mumbled, checking off another thing on her list. âLike, youâre being pleasant. Thatâs not normal for you.â
"What, I can't be pleasant sometimes?" He teased, giving her a look.Â
He couldn't help but grin as he watched her check off another item on the grocery list, his eyes roaming freely over her focused expression. He was enjoying this, he realized, enjoying the chance to be close to her more than he would have ever expected. "Maybe Iâm just in a good mood today." He said, leaning against the cart.
âItâs just suspicious.â She glanced at him from the side of her eye. âYouâre always following me around and trying to get me to snap at you. So excuse me for being a little confused when youâre acting so normal and nice.â
Harry liked working her up and getting reactions out of her, but he liked her. Y/N gave him the tummy butterflies, the excitement, the hot cheeks, all of it. She just didnât know that- or was heavily in denial. It was his fault, he knew, from never expressing how serious the desires were and expecting her to read between the lines. But fuck, could she blame him? Y/N was a spitfire.
âCan you- fuck.â She groaned. âThis can not get any worse.âÂ
Across the aisle, she saw her. Nina. Glaring at the scene of Harry standing a little too close to Y/N, doing a domestic activity like shopping together⌠It looked like they were way more than friends. This wasnât something he liked doing and of course, the other girl would know that⌠So the situation didnât look too good.
Harry could feel the shift in her mood as she spotted Nina across the aisle, and he tensed up slightly, ready for the inevitable confrontation. Fuck, and theyâd been doing so good. Of course, someone had to throw him a curveball.Â
Good thing he was willing to work for this.Â
"Relax." He said quietly, his hand squeezing her shoulder reassuringly, thumbing over the fabric. "I'll handle it."
Harry could feel the tension in her body as he held onto her, knowing that she was on edge. He knew Nina could be a handful, and he didn't want her to add to the stress of the situation. Especially after Y/N was seemingly warming up to him.
He took a deep breath and turned to her, his expression neutral but firm.Â
"Nina." He said, his voice calm and steady- almost bored. "Why are you glaring at us like that?â
Ninaâs eyes flicked between the pair, her expression hardening as she spoke. âWhat are you two doing?â She asked, her voice dripping with disdain.Â
Harry kept his expression neutral, his hand on Y/N unmoving as he spoke to her. âWeâre shopping. Is that a crime?â He replied, his tone cool.
Ninaâs lip curled up in a sneer, her eyes narrowing. "Shopping? Is that all?" She asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. âAwfully domestic, isnât it?â
Harry chuckled, unruffled by her attitude. "Yes, Nina. Weâre just picking up some groceries. Is that so hard to believe?" he challenged, letting her try and intimidate him. It wasnât going to work.Â
The girlâs jaw clenched as Harry responded to her, clearly annoyed at the lack of reaction she was getting from him.Â
She took a step closer, sizing Y/N up with an unpleasant expression. She really needed to not make that face- it was unflattering. âIs this a date or something?â She snapped, her eyes flickering over to Harry.
Harry chuckled at Ninaâs question, finding her assumption humorous.Â
He looked over at the girl he wished would say yes, his eyes filled with amusement. "What do you think, love?â He taunted. Maybe it wasnât the nicest thing to do, but he didnât particularly care.Â
Y/N rolled her eyes. This wasnât what she wanted out of this interaction. Hell- she never wanted his interaction at all. âWeâre shopping.â She said lowly. âAnd we have to go.â
Nina pursed her lips as her response, clearly unsatisfied with the answer she was given. She never could leave well enough alone. Harry could see her gearing up for another snarky comment, so he quickly interjected.Â
"Sheâs right." He said, his tone firm. âWe do have to go. Bye."Â There was no hint of remorse on his face as he motioned for her to get out of the way.Â
With that, he guided Y/N forward, steering both her and the cart towards the checkout area.
âChrist.â Y/N rubbed her temples. âSheâs gonna try and burn my house down. I know it.â She sulked.
Harry chuckled at the outburst. He continued steering the cart towards the checkout area as she went back over the list, a small smile on his lips.Â
"Don't be so overdramatic." He teased. "She's not gonna burn down your house. She's just jealous."
âHarry, sheâs scared like, 4 women away from hanging out anywhere near you completely.â Y/N sighed. âI know you donât see it as much, but sheâs tenacious. I donât know whatâs going to get her to stop, but you need to actually have a conversation with her to tell her youâre not interested. Or whoever ends up being your girlfriend is going to have to deal with her crawling around.â
Harryâs smile faded slightly as she mentioned Ninaâs past behavior. He knew she could be intense and possessive, but he didnât realize the extent of her actions. Considering he hadnât even slept with her, it seemed like a massive overreaction. Of course there had been natural curiosity over some of the women in their friend circle had gone, but now that question had been answered.Â
He bit his lip, mulling over the words as he helped her load the groceries onto the checkout belt. "Youâre right." He said finally, his voice serious as it broke up the beeping of the items being scanned. "I guess I didnât realize it was that serious. Mâsorry. I don't particularly want to have that conversation, but it needs to be had. Iâll talk to her."
Harry continued helping you with the groceries, lost in thought for a moment before speaking again. "Iâll talk to her soon, make sure she knows for sure me and her are never going to be a thing and if she wants to try and scare off anyone I talk to, she wonât be invited to anything else." He said firmly, his eyes serious.Â
"But first," he added, breaking the tense air as his tone turned playful again, "We have to get these groceries home. Iâm starving."
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It was safe to say that she was even more confused than she had started off being.Â
Harry helped her bring the groceries into her place. He helped her unpack. He even fed her cat while she washed the fruit so she could put it away. Helping himself to her house like he had a right to be there, a comfortability that had her a little spooked.Â
It was hard to accept the thought of Harry actually liking her. First, she hadnât ever seen him with a serious girlfriend. All she had been exposed to was seeing him fucking around with different people. Secondly, he was always so playful and unserious that internally, the most insecure part of her felt like maybe it was a trick, and it made her more apprehensive of him.Â
It wasnât fair of her to be so judgmental when she was not a virgin mary herself; she knew that she wasnât giving him a proper shot, but it was scary. He was scary, in a way. Maybe it was the idea of how far feelings could go if she gave in, but it felt hard to stop those original emotions she had towards him from coming back.Â
âThank you.â She said awkwardly as Harry sat at her breakfast bar. âUm, for helping put away the stuff and bringing it inside. That was really nice of you.â
Harry, who was lounging in a chair at the breakfast bar, chuckled at the awkward gratitude. "Sâno big deal." He said, his tone casual. "Iâm happy to help."Â
He leaned back in the chair, his eyes roaming over her face, his favorite thing to do. Watching her was the best part of being around her. He could see the tension in her shoulders and the uncertainty in her expression, and it made him wonder what was going on in that head of hers. Why she was so apprehensive. Yeah, he knew he had a weird dynamic with her before, but no one thought of him as a bad guy.
The longer he looked, the longer Harry could tell that there was something bothering her, and he wanted to find out what. Call it morbid curiosity, but it was needed. He leaned forward a bit, his eyes locked on her pretty face.
"You seem a little tense." He said, his voice soft. "Is everything okay? You've been quiet since we got back."
She hadnât expected him to call her out on it, but she should have. Harry was as blunt as they came, and she could have laughed at it if she didnât feel a little anxious.Â
âIâm okay.â She wrapped her arms around herself, looking at her feet for a moment the soft green ladybug socks he had given her a laugh over. âIâm a little anxious, I guess. This new dynamic kind of⌠put me off kilter.â The confession hung in the air before she continued. âIâm used to you being annoying and⌠I dunno. Itâs unfair of me, but I keep getting nervous that this is some joke to you and youâre gonna go back to being obnoxious once I let my guard down.â She winced. âAnd Iâm sorry. That isnât fair to you when I know I havenât been the nicest to you either. But I guess you intimidate me a little.â
Harry listened intently as she spoke, his expression softening as she revealed the source of the troubled look on her face. He knew that he had been a bit of an arse in the past too, and he could understand why his sudden change in behavior had thrown her off.Â
He leaned forward on his hands, his gaze still fixed on the girlâs tense stance, lips rolled into her mouth. "I get it." He said quietly. "And Iâm sorry if I intimidated you or made you uncomfortable. Thatâs the last thing I wanted to do."Â He ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly. "And as for this being a joke... itâs not. Not in the slightest. Trust me."
âI guess Iâm a little confused too.â She admitted. âWhere all of this is coming from. I know we hooked up a few weeks ago, but you didnât call me or anything after. I wasnât expecting you to, donât get me wrong, but then I felt awkward seeing you at all the events and stuff and you were acting normal. I never let you get alone with me on purpose because I didnât want to hear you tease me for giving into you.â
Harryâs expression soured a bit as she brought up the hook-up. He knew he hadnât done anything to dispel her doubts about his intentions, and he felt a pang of regret. He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. How could he explain it without sounding as stupid as he felt? âI know I didnât call you after, and I should have. I was an idiot⌠I just⌠I thought maybe you wanted me to chase a bit, that the ball had been left in your court after I dropped you off at home and⌠and I didnât think, honestly.â He ran a hand through his hair, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips.Â
âYou have to understand why Iâm a little uneasy.â With arms wrapped around herself, she let herself look back up at him. There was no trace of joking on his features and it did make her feel a tad bit better. âItâs not that I didnât like⌠what we did.â It was the best sheâd ever had. âBut I think Iâm not cut out for just hooking up. I donât regret it, even if I acted like I did.â She decided to give him a tiny bit of her vulnerability to see what he did with it. âI just know that hooking up, for me, never ends well. And I donât know you really well, Harry.â She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, nerves shot. The last thing she wanted to do was seem desperate about locking him down or something, but she couldnât lie to him or herself.
âIâm not trying to make you feel any sort of pressure to want to date me or anything. Iâm just trying to lay down a boundary that for me, I think Iâm one of those people that really needs an intimate connection and trust with someone. For some reason I trusted you that night, and I know you wouldnât harm me in that way, but sobered up and standing in front of you, I feel a little apprehensive. Like, I donât want you to feel any sort of pressure from me, but in order to have me in the way you said you want⌠it has to have some level of commitment is basically what Iâm trying to say.â
Harry listened intently as she laid down the boundaries, his expression thoughtful. He could see the vulnerability in her eyes and in the way she fidgeted with her shirt, and it tugged at his heart in a way he hasn't felt before. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel any sort of regret and he was glad she hadnât so far, but he had to appreciate her laying out the law here. It gave him direction on where to go. When she finished speaking, he took a moment to process the words before responding. He can feel the seriousness of the conversation, and it's clear that she wasnât making demands lightly.
He took a deep breath, his own vulnerability on display in his honest gaze. It was imperative to him that she understood how much he got it. How dedicated he would be to it if given the chance. "I understand." He said quietly, licking over his bottom lip. "I understand that you need a committed relationship, darling. I also understand that you need trust and intimacy in order to get there." he added, his voice soft.Â
He took a moment to organize his thoughts, then continued speaking. It should be laid out in front of her. âYou know, Iâve been thinking about this a lot lately⌠about us, I mean.â
âWhat do you mean?â She asked quietly, taking the moment to look him in the eye. It was the most serious she had ever seen him. Usually he had that smirk on his face, so smug or teasing, heâd be poking and prodding at her to get a reaction- but nothing about this interaction was insincere. It was almost off putting to see him this way.
Harry's gaze met hers, his eyes intense. "I mean that I've been thinking about us in a more serious way." he admitted. He took a deep breath, his expression tentative. "I know I've been kind of hot and cold with you⌠and I know that I've played games in the past. But after we hooked up⌠I really couldnât stop thinking about you. How different we were like that⌠How good it felt. So I want you to know that... I donât want to play games with you. I want tâbe serious about this."
Y/N hadnât expected that answer. In all honesty she thought heâd reject her, say he wasnât into it and keep it moving. That was what she was prepared for- not this. That sort of confession had her realizing that maybe she really didnât know him at all. She knew some parts, sure, but seeing him like this was brand new. This man in front of her was a familiar stranger, at least this new side.
âIâd have to get to know you better.â She brushed her hair behind her ear, giving him a tentative look. âAnd it would be a little slow. I think I could give you a chance, though. Iâve been unfair to you, I think. I feel like we⌠kind of got off on the wrong foot.â
Harry lets out a small sigh of relief, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. âIâm okay with slow.â he says, his voice sincere. âIâm willing to work for it.â
He leaned back a bit, giving her a little more space as a hint of his usual playfulness returned to his features.. âAnd I think youâre right⌠we got off on the wrong foot. But Iâm glad weâre taking the time to get to know each other now.â
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Harry was coming over again.Â
It was strange. Since theyâd agreed to explore something romantic, seriously, he had changed. Not completely, not to the point where she wondered who he was before, but enough to make her soften up. Hints of him being a pain in the ass weâre still there. But he was⌠sweet. Genuine. A little silly in a cute way that she hadnât allowed herself to enjoy before.Â
One of the biggest shocks of all, was the fact that he was so gentle with her. He handled her with care, even if he was a little overly touchy. She was getting used to it because she found herself liking it, but he was the first guy to really be a bit of a clinger.Â
That was the last thing she had ever expected from him.
His touches were soft and sweet and he looked at her with this little twinkle in his eye that she knew he couldnât genuinely fake it. He liked her- liked her , liked her.Â
She was still a bit shy with him, but it was slowly melting away each time they saw each other. Now the nerves were barely there, being overtaken by anticipation and excitement. It wasnât something sheâd ever thought would happen- being excited and antsy to see Harry, wanting him back in her house.Â
He was coming over tonight and she had been prepping for a bit, primping and priming herself even though she wanted to look casual. There was never once so far that he hadnât told her she looked gorgeous, and it had started becoming part of her daily routine. She wanted to impress him, make him say it again and mean it.
Her tummy twisted as she heard his car door slam shut, smiling to herself as she adjusted her cropped top and went towards the door.Â
He was beautiful. Really, gorgeous as she opened the door to reveal him in the early evening light. He looked a little tired from work,slight bags under his eyes, but his smile melted her a little as he walked right into the house, dropping his bag in the foyer with little care for its well-being and picked her up in a big hug. Her feet dangled as she squealed, strong arms wrapped around her waist as he lifted her effortlessly.Â
âHi.â She beamed shyly, feeling him set her down on the floor.
Harry couldnât help but grin as he placed her down, his strong arms wrapping around her waist lazily.. He loved how delicate she felt in his arms, and he loved the way she squealed with surprise as he lifted her up a bit. Really, he loved most things that had to do with her. Taking a moment to admire her cozy appearance, his gaze lingered on her cropped top. âHi.â He replied, his voice soft and warm. âYou look beautiful.â
Like clockwork.
Before she could respond, Harry was pulling her back into a hug, burying his face in her shoulder as he held her, rocking slightly. A prime example of how touchy he was, unable to stop himself. He nuzzled her neck, letting his cool nose brush against the hot skin. âI missed you.â he mumbled, his voice muffled against her, leaving a little shiver in itâs wake..
When he said things like that it made her want to giggle madly, but also melt into a puddle. He truly meant it, was the thing, and she had a hard time understanding how this had happened. How he had gone from her little enemy to the person she looked toward to seeing the most.Â
âI missed you too.â She admitted, fingers tracing down his back. It was an attempt to get more open about her feelings. Harry was being candid about his own, so she felt like she could extend him the same grace. Even if it was slightly terrifying, she had no reason to hold back anymore.
Harry pulled back slightly to look at her, a soft smile on his lips at her shy admission. "I like it when you say that." he teased, his voice low. He brought his hands up to rest on her hips, his thumbs tracing small circles on the bare skin. He loved the way the cropped top revealed just enough to make him want more, and he found himself struggling to focus on anything but the feel of her body under his hands.
Harry wanted her, and there was obvious desire for her there. In all honesty, there was a lot of desire for her in general that he had done his best to keep under wraps Heâd been so good, trying so hard to prove himself- but that didnât mean he was a saint. He was beyond attracted to her in every sense of the word, and it was hard to ignore that..
âExcuse me.â She let her smile grow, her tone playful. âMy eyes are up here.âÂ
Y/N knew Harry wanted her in all of the ways, and heâd been exceedingly patient. He knew she was trying to build their connection before getting intimate with him again, and she appreciated it- but that didnât mean she didnât enjoy knowing he desired her.Â
Or that she didnât have those same urges.
Harry's gaze flicked back up to meet hers, a cheeky grin on his face. "I know where your eyes are. I look at them plenty, do I not?" He replied smoothly, his hands still resting on her waist, giving a gentle squeeze. He couldn't help but let out a small laugh as she shot him a look, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "But you can't expect me to ignore the rest of you when you're wearing something as distracting as that." Testing the waters, he was seeing how far his flirtation could go.
âItâs loungewear, you freak.â She scoffed, a hint of a smile turning up her lips. Leggings and a cropped top were a bit of a reward for him, though. She figured if he had been so patient with her then he could at least get to look at her. âBut Iâm glad you like it.âÂ
Taking his hand in her smaller one, she led him towards the kitchen to show him the pizza boxes and salad she had made to pair with it, feeling weirdly shy about it. That was the theme of today, considering she had come to a conclusion in her head- but he didnât need to know about it quite yet. âI knew youâd be hungry when you got off work, so I ordered ahead.â
Harry's eyes lit up as he saw the food, warmth spreading through him. No one had been thoughtful like that to him before, but of course she would be. This sort of thing was why he had liked her. Heâd seen it time and time again with their other friends and secretly wished for some of it for himself, that sort of care⌠and now that he got it, he felt that yearning for her get a little bit stronger. He let out a low whistle. "You knew exactly what I needed." he murmured, a grateful smile on his lips.Â
Pulling her into him, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind. He nuzzled her neck again, his breath warm on her skin. "You're too good to me." he murmured, his voice showing just how grateful he was.
Y/N shivered slightly as he spoke against her skin, large arms wrapping around her and making her feel that same brand of delicacy that only Harry had been able to accomplish. His arms were just⌠beautiful. Built and muscular, covered in those tattoos, she loved every single thing about them. Looking at them, feeling them, how he used them⌠she couldnât admit it out loud yet, but being in his arms was one of her new favorite places.Â
âYou texted and said you didnât sleep well and you had a rougher day at work and⌠I dunno. I thought maybe youâd like something ready when you came over. I would have cooked myself but I had a workshop.â She rambled on a little bit, feeling the need to overexplain herself.
Harry squeezed her tighter, his chin resting on her shoulder. He inhaled her scent, his nose buried in hair as she spoke.Â
"Mmm. " He hummed, his voice low and gravelly. He ran his nose over her throat, lips brushing against the sensitive skin. "You didn't have to do all this, you know." He moved his hands down over her hips, his thumbs tracing soft circles on the exposed skin there. "But I'm really grateful you did."Â He was quiet for a moment before speaking again, his grip on her tightening slightly. "Can I ask you somethinâ?"
âHm?â She replied. It was hard to focus. Sure, it would be awkward if anyone else say them just standing in her kitchen with the large man wrapped around her body, but no one else was there to judge her for indulging both herself and him in this sort of cuddle.Â
Harry's body was pressed against her, a small smile on his lips. He really did enjoy this moment of quiet intimacy just as much as he enjoyed the more energetic moments where theyâd go out or heâd help her take care of her garden.
"Can I stay over tonight?"
It should have been a scarier question to her, all things considered, but the answer came out of her mouth naturally.Â
âSure.â She nodded. There was no second guessing it either. âIs that what that bag was?â She realized he had brought in a bigger duffle than his usual work one, but she had thought it was maybe just to change from his work clothes.
Harry's smile grew as she agreed so easily. "Mhmm." he hummed, his voice low. His hands moved up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist. "I wanted to be prepared just in case you said yes." Presumptuous? Heâd prefer the terms hopeful, even confident. Theyâd been doing so well, he had to at least ask.
He pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a hint of a smirk on his face. "So... where can I sleep?"
He turned her in his grip, letting her look up at his face now with narrowed eyes. Her heartbeat quickened though she tried to calm it down. He was teasing her a little bit, but he did genuinely want to know.Â
âIf you promise no extreme funny business⌠you can sleep in my bed.â She placed her hand on his bicep, squeezing a little. It was her own reward. âBut remember, Harry. No sex. Okay?â Gliding her other hand up to cuff over the back of his neck, she decided it was finally time to tease him back a bit. âHowever⌠If youâre really, really nice to me⌠I may let you kiss me again.â
Harry's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with a hint of challenge. He leaned down, bringing his face closer to the girlâs. "You're being bold, darling." he teased, his voice low and playful. "Are you trying to tempt me?"
âA little.â She hummed. âI like when youâre sweet to me. So if you keep it up, Iâll let you kiss me as long as youâd like tonight. I know Iâve been holding all of that intimacy hostageâŚâÂ
It had been driving him wild. Near kisses and her letting him brush his hand over the curve of her ass a few times before putting them back up to her hips, heâd tested the waters but got rejected. Now, she was loosening up a bit.Â
âSo.â She blinked up at him. âAre you gonna be nice to me tonight so you can kiss me?â
Harry's eyes glinted with a mixture of desire and playful mischief. He loved it when she teased him just as much as he loved it when she got all shy and flustered. Which one he likes more, he couldnât tell. "Oh, I'll be so nice to you tonight you won't be able to stand it." he purred, his voice low and husky.Â
He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. "But I have one condition, little miss."
âWhat is that?â She questioned, unsure what it could be. With him, it could be anything.
"You have to promise me that if I'm being too... forward, you'll tell me to back off. I don't want to overstep. Even though I want to kiss you until you can't think straight. So promise me you'll speak up if I get too much."Â
Her smile widened, nodding in agreement. Heâd just earned himself quite a few points. Never had she expected him to be as respectful as he was, but she utterly adored it. âI will. I promise, Iâll tell you.â She agreed, leaning up to kiss the curve of his jaw. âBut itâs time for you to eat. I can feel your tummy grumbling.â
Harry let out a low chuckle, his eyes flickering over her pretty face. He loved the way her smile widened, and the feeling of her plump lips against his jaw send a shiver down his spine. More. He wanted more, and more, until their mouths were tingling and numb. Until she looked drunk on the kisses, clinging to him like he could only hope.
"Mmm. Okay, fine." he grumbled. "I'll eat. But only if you feed me, since you were so kind as to order ahead for me."Â He gave her a puppy-dog look, his lower lip jutted out in a mock-pout. It was good, sheâs give him that- but not good enough.
âAbsolutely not.â She snorted. âNice try.â
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this is miguel oâhara being a dick
pairing: miguel oâhara x fem!reader
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miguel knows heâs fucked.
he has been neglecting you, putting his work above your needs and ditched on dates he canât count with his fingers. at first you were okay, given that youâre dating such a busy man like him, you understand the consequences.
but youâve had enough. there were nights where you cooked dinner, only to be left untouched by him or where you softly cried yourself in the middle of the night because he was still out. the only time he comes home is when youâre already asleep, then he left to the HQ in the morning before youâve gotten the chance to wake up.
you confronted him about this. paid a visit to his office before going to work. Jess and Lyla had warned you to not disturb him but you managed to make them back off with a single frightening look.
yes. they are scared of you. a lot of them are. they do not want to test you at all.
the moment you stepped into his office, he didnât even bother to look. eyes were just too focused on his work that he assumed Jess was the one who walked in.
âoh, youâre fucking your co-worker now?â your tone laced with sarcasm and anger with arms crossed over your chest,
hearing the familiar voice, he had never whipped his head so fast. ây/n? what are you doing here?â
âwellâ you start, heels clicking against the floor as you step towards him. âsince my boyfriend has been MIA for almost a week i figured i should stopped by.â
his head shook, turning his focus back to what he thought mattered most. ânot right now, mi amor. Iâm working.â
âi can see that, dumbassâ you respond in a cold tone. frowning as to why he couldnât take one second off from that god damn screen. âyou and me are going to get breakfast together. now. before i go to work.â
âi told you I canât. Iâm busyâ he replies, brushing you off with his hand. ânext time.â
âiâm a busy woman too!â your voice shakes, wanting so bad to scream at him and throw that tiny desk at his head. âbut I always want to make time for you, Miguel!â
no response. he muttered something under his breath but you couldnât hear him.
un-fucking-believable
âyouâre such a fucking asshole, you know that?â tone laced with venom as you spit the words. clenching your fists by your side as you struggle to hold back the tears. âi feel like this relationship is one sided, the only person that is truly making an effort is me. you donâtââ
Miguel couldnât take it anymore. he threw a desk and it went flying, thankfully it didnât hit you. though your eyes went wide in shock, a loud gasp left your lips as you covered your mouth with your hands.
âyouâre right! I donât! I donât care about some silly little fucking breakfast when the universe depends on me!â he pointed at himself as his irises turned red when he looked at you. his breathing went heavy and he still wasnât aware how scared you were at him at that point.
âdo you have any idea how fucking hard it is to keep all this shit together?! how many people will die if i donât do what i gotta do! I donât always like it, y/n but i have to do it! and here you are trying to play house with me itâs fucking pathetic!â he scoffed, putting his hands on hips.
oh he did not realize how much his words hurt.
the room was filled with silence. you stared at him in disbelief but remained a stoic expression. you were taught better than to be weak before any men. Miguel was no exception. your mother would be disappointed if you let a man win.
âwowâ you breathed, nodding. âthat was a good speech actually, the longest one Iâve ever heard you talkingâ you tried to sound sarcastic but how you felt and how you sounded failed you.
Miguel was quick to notice this and his features quickly soften. he reached out quickly to hold you.
âcariĂąo iââ
âIâm returning back to my apartment by five. do not fucking look for meâ it was final. the way you said it, how your eyes remained empty as you spoke to him. Miguel knew better than to test you,
but he just did and now heâs paying the price,
his heart broke when he heard you said that. you were so tired of him and you just wanted him back. you want your man back but he couldnât see how that mattered to you.
âbaby, pleaseââ
you held your hand as you turned around. âdonât you even think about sending Jess or Miles my way.â
with that you walked out of his office without uttering another word. leaving him speechless and heartbroken. he knew better than to follow you out, it would just make things worse. he was just going to let you cool off.
he didnât know how long it was gonna take.
it has been almost a month that you two have been living separately. and heâs losing his mind. he canât sleep, he canât eat, he can barely walk out of the house without seeing all the things that remind him of you. the team even sensed something is wrong because he has been more short tempered than before and it almost made the rest of spider society terrified of talking to him.
heâs gotten more violent, thatâs for sure. every enemy he encountered, he would leave them bleed with their faces unrecognizable. it was his way of taking his stress out. not exactly healthy but itâll do for now.
but he thinks that this has gotten too far. he misses you terribly, your scent, your laugh, your voice, your body, and mostly⌠your pussy
God, the amount of times he sniffed your panties while he jacked off as the image of you clouded his mind was simply not enough.
and now here he stands before your apartment door. dressed nicely in a white buttoned up shirt with his sleeves rolled to the elbows and a pair of black pants. his ring cladded fingers nervously grip around the boquete as the other hand shoved into his pocket.
Miguel had never been this nervous before. toeing his shoes and tapping his toes against the floor rapidly. itâs probably already been fifteen minutes that heâs standing like that staring at your door. thinking far too carefully what he wants to say.
he decides itâs now or never as he raises his fist and knock softly against the wooden door, hoping that youâre home.
âcoming!â he hears your voice, his stomach somersaults hearing that after what it felt like a thousand year. âi am so hungry, why are you delivery guys always taking soââ
soon as you open the door, you freeze. definitely not the takeout delivery boy and instead itâs the one person youâve been avoiding for God knows how long.
Miguelâs mouth hangs open slightly as he slowly taking in the sight of the gorgeous woman before him. you put on your favorite lime green night gown that stops just above your knees with a white silky robe, your hair fall down gracefully. natural curls framing your face. eyes glinting under the light, he almost falls to his knees and thank the Lord for your existence.
beauty doesnât even begin to describe how you look tonight.
Miguel realizes how he probably looks like an idiot. clearing his throat to regain his composure as he smiles awkwardly at you. âHi.â
you stare at him as your features then showcase a displeased expression. âwhat are you doing here?â
youâre leaning your body against the doorframe, arms crossed in annoyance. eyes flickering from his face to the flowers heâs holding and back up to his eyes. as much as you hate to see him, you canât help that little feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you see the flowers heâs holding.
tulips. your favorite
he takes a one step closer to your frame, breathing out a sigh as he looks down at you. âIâm sorry, mi amor.â
that earns a scoff from you, looking away. âgood start.â
âi was a horrible boyfriend.â he admits, gulping as he sees how sadness and exhaustion taking over your face just like that. âyou donât deserve that. what i said to you that day⌠none of it was true. you were not⌠pathetic, nor were the idea of having breakfast together⌠I appreciate every single thing weâve done together, baby. believe me, por favorâŚâ
a hard stare is the only thing he gets from you. the way your lips form into an angry pout and how your eyes seem to get tired and bored from his confession.
youâre a difficult person to please. he knows that.
âi know that being stress is no excuse of what Iâve done⌠I shouldâveâfuck I shouldâve done better. a month without you was like hell, mi corazon. ay, me sentĂ como si estuviera perdiendo la cabeza.â he sighs in frustration, head shaking as he recalls many sleepless nights. âi love you so so much. i do not want to go through that again ⌠i know that itâs going to take forever to get your trust back and everything, but i swear on my motherâs grave that iââ
âstop talkingâ
he shuts his mouth after that. eyes looking up to you when he realizes youâre talking to him after a prolonged silence thatâs taking over.
seeing how broken he looks almost feels like your heart got plucked. as mean as you are or as much as you wanted to look like you donât care, you canât when it comes to Miguel. you love this man far too much and despite his cold cold persona, thatâs a huge sweetheart underneath.
âyou hurt me, Miguel.â eyes casting down the floor as you try to keep your voice low. âyou threw a desk to my directionâŚâ
he shakes his head at that, resisting the urge to cradle your cheek. âlo siento, mi amor. I didnât meanââ
âyes i know, i heard you.â you sigh, eyes closed momentarily. âyou scared meâ
Miguel feels his heart breaks when he hears how your voice breaks. he carefully lifts his hand to softly palm your cheek, thumb grazing against the skin. he exhales a soft sigh when you arenât pushing him off.
âI didnât mean to do that to you, my love. fuck, Iâve hurt you. i will never forgive myself for that. i was supposed to be the one who protect you and i was being a huge asshole.â
âa cute one thoughâ you pout at him,
he chuckles at that, feeling the tension between you two are finally cutting down. âyouâre too sweet, baby⌠after all i had done to youâ
ânothing compared to how you treated me for the past two and a half years.â you smile sweetly at him, hand wrapping around his wrist. feeling at home once he holds you in his palm. âstill a good man.â
he shakes his head in disagreement. âno, no that doesnât excuse it⌠i was in the wrong.â
you hum in response, looking at the pretty flowers still in his hand. âare those for me?â
he nods with a smile, âyouâre my only woman, no?â
you bite the inside of your cheek as you smile, taking it from his grasp as you sniff the pretty petals. âi love them. thank you.â
he once again goes quiet, taking another step closer. eyes looking down at your glossy lips and he canât take it anymore. he doesnât care if heâs stepping boundaries here. âi miss you, cariĂąo. can i show you just how much?â
his offer sends shiver down your spine, making it impossible for you to stand still. Miguel always knows your sweet spot, how to make your knees feel wobbly without having him to touch you.
you do miss him touching you,
âi have a ballet class to teach tomorrow, papi. Saturday morning class, you remember ?â a pout formed on your lips, yet you still allow him to pull you close to him as he closes the door behind. âplus donât you have work too? i bet Jess needs you.â
Migue nearly growls at you calling him âpapiâ. his jeans growing tight as you look up to him with doe eyes that you know he loves. though sometimes, you donât understand the effect you have on him.
âthat can wait⌠youâre more important to me than anythingâ he whispers, giving your open hand a kiss. large palm coming down to grip your waist, giving it a light squeeze. âdo you want me too?â
you respond with a slow nod, biting back a smile as you interlock your hand with his pulling him inside. his smirk grows wider as he leans over to capture your mouth in his,
âlet me fuck you real good then we can come home, eh mi vida?â he promises against your lips, slipping your soft silky robe off of you before picking you up in bridal style causing to shriek and giggle,
âi wanna hear you scream my name.â
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Well, I Wasn't On That Tunnel â¤ď¸
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Please don't look too much into the plot holes. Canon can suck my ass, I'm making my own, xoxo đ
Pairings: Ghoap x Reader.
Warnings: Poly relationship, mentions of death, mentions of guns, rotating POV (mostly Simon's), Spoilers â amnesia, smut, voyeurism
âTHE TUNNEL IT'S COLLAPSING! FOLLOW MAKAROV! I'LL TAKE JOHNNY OUT!â
That was the last thing Ghost heard of you.
It's been months since Johnny and you were declared KIA on that mission.Â
You weren't even meant to be inside, you were the medic, you were supposed to wait outside.Â
But the moment Makarov shot Johnny he panicked.
Ghost panicked.
And Simon panicked.
You came in running, panting for the effort of carrying with you the medical bag half your size.Â
You were the one who told them to run. To go after Makarov and kill him.Â
You were trying to wake up Johnny, Ghost knew it was a lost cause. He couldn't find the pulse, he was gone.
His Johnny was gone.
The last thing he expected was that he was about to lose you too.
Once outside, he kept looking at the tunnel. Waiting for you to come out, whether it was dragging Johnny's body or alone; it didn't matter. You needed to get out.
But after the tunnel collapsed and you didn't get out, it was Price who finally pushed Ghost away.
He barely remembers getting back to base, doesn't remember what Price kept telling him on the helicopter, doesn't remember skipping meals for days, doesn't remember crying himself to sleep for weeks.
But he remembers your face, he remembers Johnny's face.
Oh, what a coward he was.Â
Two people that he loved, that found their way under his skin right into his heart. Two people that Simon wanted to grow old next to, two people that made Simon want to wake up every morning.Â
And he was still not brave enough to confess his feelings to neither of them.
He used to stay awake late at night dreaming about how he would do it. After a long time of debating with himself, figuring out what those feelings inside of him were.
Until he figured out it was love, only to them have to face the complex situation of loving two people at the same time.
But even how complicated of a man Simon Riley was, when it comes to his wants it all turns simpler. If on the menu there are two dishes that he likes? He is getting both, obviously. Why choose?
So if all his lonely and twisted life he had never loved anyone, now he suddenly fell in love with two people. He wasn't going to give up one of them and their love just for society's norms.
Murder is also against societyâs norms, and he gets paid for it.Â
But it was too late now.
Maybe it was for the better.
He could lie to himself, agree that he never confessed because it was not his destiny.Â
Not because they would have not loved him back.Â
Not because they would have been scared of him.
Not because they wouldn't have been able to see past his mask.Â
Not because they would have rather dated each other than him.
It's easier like this.
Simon knows how to mourn a loved one.Â
What he doesn't know is, how it's possible he got a message from you this morning when you died four months ago.
You are stepping out of the shower, skin warm from the water and baby hairs sticking to your forehead; when someone knocks on the bathroom door.
You furrow your eyebrows at how hard they knock, the whole door shaking with it.
âCalm down, I'm almost finished.â You grumble, pulling the towel around your body.Â
You drag your feet over the towel on the floor to walk closer, and open the door annoyed by the insistent knocking.
âI told you I am almost finish-â Your words are cut off by the barrel of a gun right on your face.
You don't even have time to panic, because you immediately recognise the stupid skeleton gloves holding the gun.
âSimon?â You whisper,scared that if you talk any louder he will disappear. Price and Gaz are behind him, slowly lowering their gun when they see it's you.
There is a glistering layer over Ghost's eyes that if you didn't known any better you'd think are tears.
You push his gun down, the man still immobile as if you were the ghost; and you jump into his arms, circling his neck with your arms.
âIt worked! It finally worked!â You exclaim, tears slowly running down your cheeks. âI have been trying to contact any of you for months, it finally fucking worked!â
Ghost struggles to tell whether you are laughing or crying, a mix of the two. But he can't focus on that, he can only focus on your skin under his gloves.
God, how he hated his gloves right now.Â
He bites the tip of his finger, pulling the glove off spitting it somewhere. And he snakes his hand under your towel.
He knows is improper, perverted even; but he needs it. He needs to feel your warm skin under his palm, your heart beating loud and fast.Â
He surrounds your waist, hands big enough to rest on your ribs, right under your chest.Â
Boom, boom⌠boom, boom⌠boom, boomâŚ
He sighs, melting onto you, his tears getting absorbed by the mask on his face. He hugs you tighter, daring you to slip from his fingers again.
He bites his lips, copper taste on his tongue, to prevent himself from sobbing.
But the sobs can be heard, and Ghost it's almost disappointed with himself until he notices your body shaking.
It's you who is crying.
And he panics again, pulling back to look at you and you cup your face, apologizing.Â
âI'm sorry. I tried my best, I really did.â He can barely understand what you are trying to tell him between sobs. âI'm sorry, I'm sorry.â
He shushes you quickly, he understands; the survivorâs guilt is a special kind of poison. But he understands, he feels it too.Â
âIt's alright, love. You are alright, everything is going to be alright.â He hugs you again, resting your head on his chest. Mourning Johnny will be easier if you are together, he now hates himself for thinking you were dead; for accepting it.
For mourning you for months and now having you on his arms.Â
Warm and breathing.Â
He can only imagine what you went through.Â
You entered the tunnel because he called for you, and then he left you inside with a corpse.Â
How did you get out?
How did anyone see you get out?
How did you find a house?
How did you survive alone with the guilt?
Are the scars on your shoulder for getting out or were they always there?
Were you trapped under the debris?
For how long?
But that doesn't matter, he knew you were strong. That you were clever. That you were better than him.Â
He already knew that.Â
Gaz and Price remain silent, reading in the situation that there is something underlying that they don't know. Letting the two of you, have your moment.Â
It's only when Gaz hears the almost unnoticeable steps get closer that he moves, turning his body and almost dropping his weapon in the process when he sees him.
âJohnny?â That's all he is able to see.
And that's all that is needed to hear.
Price and Ghost whip their head around like they have been smacked, coming face to face with the man.
There are still bandages on the side of his head, he looks thinner, less muscles, sunken eyes and dark bags. But it's Johnny.Â
A scarred, angry Johnny.Â
Holding the pistol on his hands pointing to Ghost's head.
Looking at him as if Simon was his greatest enemy.
âJohnnyâŚâ He tries to talk to him, keeping you behind his back by instincts.
âSHUT THE FUCK UP! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?â Johnny shouts, his hands are shaking.
That explains it, why he look like a madman, why he looks so scared under the rage, why he keeps trying to look under him.
âJohnny, it's alright.â You finally say, moving from behind Ghost, softly pushing his arm back. You walk ahead, still only on the towel; and you walk up to Johnny. You rest your hand on the pistol, pushing it down with ease.Â
You raise your other hand to the men, the signal of âwaitâ.
Johnny looks at you with utter confusion, eyes shaking moving around your face for any kind of explanation. His hand move around you, checking for any damage; the hand that doesn't have the gun clinging to the towel.Â
You cup his face between your hands, the man bending down slightly to make it easier for you to reach; you whisper something to him making him relax almost immediately.Â
And then you kiss him.
On the cheek, right beside the nose making him close his eyes for a second.
But it feels like a stab on Simon's heart.Â
He tries to think rationally, you were just calming him down. He knows Johnny is always desperate for physical contact, that's all. Nothing else.Â
He really tries to think logically, but logically the two of you are dead and buried under a tunnel. Not standing at the end of the hall, kissing and comforting each other.Â
Something about it, about the possibility there is something more going on between Johnny and you; sends Simon's inner gears spinning.Â
He sees the virtual space between the two of you, slowly getting in the shape of his body.
You whisper something to Johnny, he nods, touching your forehead with his for a second, before walking back. Looking at Simon with hate on his cerulean blue eyes.Â
You sigh, watching Johnny move and turn to the three still shell-shocked.Â
âAs far as I can tellâŚâ You whisper, once you are close to them. âHe only remembers up to when he was 20, little more, little less.â
âSo he doesn't remember anyone?â Price asks after a moment.
You shake your head. âNot that he hasn't asked me about, he asked about some people but I don't know them. He thought I was a nurse when he woke up.â You explain.
âWhat happened in the tunnel?â Gaz asks, looking behind you to check Johnny is not back. âHow did you get out? And him? He was dead.â
You shake your head again. âNot yet. Almost⌠but not yet. I-â
âBonnie! You want coffee or tea?!â Johnny's voice makes everyone jump.
âCoffee, please!â You answer without skipping a beat and turn to them. âI'll explain it later, alright? It's not the place nor the time.â
Price nods once. âGet dressed, I'll contact the pilot to let them know we are flying back tonight, right?â
âRoger that.â The three of you reply almost by muscle memory.
âI'll be fast, don't rile him up.â You say, before entering the bedroom closing it behind you.
Ghost feels Price's eyes on him.Â
Wondering.
Asking.
What's between you and him?
What's between you and Soap?
What's inside his mind?
âTea is ready.â It all gets interrupted by the amnesiac man calling them to the kitchen.
They walk together, sitting around the table. Gaz and Price find it almost easy to talk to Soap, about how happy they are to see him again, about how they are flying back later, easy chatter.
But Ghost can't.Â
Not when Soap finally smiles at Price making fun of Gaz's cap and Ghost's breath is knocked out of his chest.Â
That's his boy.
Breathing and warm.
Just like you.
He knows it's the universe talking, telling him not to fuck it up again.
Still, he feels his heart sink every time Soap looks at him with such a sour look. Offended even. His boy.
That would jump at any opportunity to impress him, to earn his respect, his affection. Now locked like he wanted to stab him on the chest, twisting the knife in the process.
He knows it's because of you, the way the man stared at his hand as you pushed it out of the towel didn't go unnoticed by Simon.Â
Not the greatest first impression.Â
Does it count as a first impression if he has known the man for years?Â
You walk into the kitchen not much later, Johnny's eyes lightening at seeing you; his saviour.Â
You walk past Ghost, your arm resting on his shoulder as you bend down to slightly knock your head against Soap's.
And that's it, that all Simon's needs. To be involved. He doesn't need to be in the middle of you two, he is fine with being in the sidelines, but he needs to be a part of it.
He knows you are on his side, you remember him unlike Johnny. You can be the bridge to get him to Johnny; to keep Johnny from running. Make a pack with him; keep the two of you close.
A turmoil of emotions keeps spinning inside Ghost's head, all the versions of himself wanting to be right.
The part of him he thinks is unable to love telling him to let the two of you alone, you are better of without him.
The part of him he thinks is unable to be loved telling him to not even try, save himself the rejection.Â
The part of him that is still unsure of what even are his feelings telling him to not get involved, that it would only confuse the two of you.
But then there is also that part of him. The part called Simon Riley; that still holds onto the chance of loving and getting love.
And he looks at you and Soap, the way Soap looks up to you. The way he used to look at him.Â
âLet's pack our things up, Johnny.â You say, patting Soapâs back. âThe sooner we are back home, the better.â
And you smile at Soap so kindly, so wide, so warm.
He understands how you managed to calm Soap down. Waking up from what he assumed must be something close to a coma after getting shot on the head, not remembering anything, in pain, alone. And then you appeared, so soft and so kind.
He wouldn't blame Johnny if he was already in love with you, with you being literally the only thing he knows since waking up.Â
Johnny stands up, walking out of the kitchen but looking back to make sure you are walking behind him.Â
The two of you disappear down the hall, voices low as you move away.
âI can't believe they are aliveâŚâ Gaz comments, sipping his tea.
âNeither do IâŚâ Price answers, sipping his. âBloody necromancerâŚâ
And you are, Simon was also dead before meeting you.Â
âI'm gonna check on them.â He says, downing the beverage on a gulp that burns down his throat.Â
He stands up, Price and Gaz look at him as he does. They are going to talk about him as soon as he gets out, but he doesn't care.Â
He has made his choice.
He loves you.
He loves Johnny.
He walks down the hall, seeing the door ajar.
His hand reaches the knob when he hears it.
His blood running cold.
âJohnnyâŚâ
It's your sweet voice moaning the name.Â
The unmistakable sounds of kisses inside the room.
âI don't like how he looks at you, bonnie.â The man whispers, his breathing unstable.
âHe's your best friend, Joh-Ah!â You moan, interrupting yourself as you speak.
âI don't care! I don't know him. You are mine!â The man grunts, the sound of skin slapping slowly becoming more and more clear.Â
âJohnnyâŚâ You moan again, and Simon is sure that he can hear your cunt squelch around Johnny's length.Â
He opens the door the slightest bit, just enough for his eyes to see the way Johnny has you bent over on the bed.Â
With you laying on your stomach on the bed, legs hanging from him without strength to push yourself up. Johnny behind you, a foot on the ground and the other on the mattress as leverage to keep sinking into your weeping cunt.
Neither of you bothered to take off the clothes, simply lowered the pants enough for Johnny to get inside of you. Your pants pooling on your ankles, legs limp with the rhythm Johnny has settled.
Simon wishes he could see your face, pleasure painted on your expressions with your face buried on the mattress. Johnny keeps your hands on your back, keeping you pressed against the bed. But the only thing he can see is Johnny's back.
So he sees perfectly fine when the man turns his torso around, still thrusting into you, and looks at Simon.
He looks straight into Simon's eyes, who panic just for a second for getting caught peeking into their room, into them together.
But the Johnny smiles, not the adoration-filled smile he used to gift Simon with. Instead, is the smile filled with pride that he only kept for after winning a match or catching an enemy.
Johnny raises his hand to show him his middle finger.
As he mouths âFuck you.â
And Simon wants to laugh.
Johnny wants to play?
Then they'll play.
Game's on.
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Wet Dreamz (m.s)
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matt sturniolo x reader
warnings: smut and swearing
preview: matt and you were partners for a project. he unexpectedly started having sinful dreams about you, suddenly craving you ever since. one thing nobody knew; he was a virgin.
ây/n, you will be partnered with Matt.â the teacher says trying to grab your attention. ây/n? are you listening?â you snap out of your thoughts and look at him. âhuh?â you ask. âyouâre partnered with Matt for this project.â he replies with an unamused look. you look around before you look back at him. âwhoâs that?â you ask.
he lets out a sigh before speaking, âMatt raise your hand.â you look around again as you catch the eyes of a brown haired boy. you werenât mad about it. he looked decent.
you get up and walk to where he was sitting. ânext time y/n, i expect you to be paying attention. this project will effect your grade drastically if you do poorly.â you hear the teacher say looking at you. all you do is nod. you were barely passing the class.
Mattâs POV
i got paired with y/n. she didnât even know who i was. i knew of her because she would get in trouble constantly due to her lack of focus. as she came to sit next to me, we clicked right away. we both dreaded school, but who doesnât? as much as i didnât like school, i still paid attention, unlike her, so i had to explain the whole point of the project to her.
we exchanged numbers after class so that we could talk about when we could meet up to work on it. we only had two weeks to complete it. i knew i had to stand on top of it because i know she wonât.
a few days pass, me and y/n still working on the project together, with us having to meet at lunch. i got to know a little bit more about her. she was pretty cool to talk to. we even started texting without talking about the project itself. so when this is done, it��d be cool to hang with her.
meeting during lunch really wasnât a good idea. there was too much distractions. so i took the opportunity to invite her over to my place after school. she agreed and i ended up driving her with me once the final bell rang.
End of Mattâs POV
you and Matt were in his room as you sat on the floor. you were reading over some information from the website the teacher recommended and you were feeling overwhelmed. âall of this is hurting my head.â you say laying back on the floor. Matt lets out a small laugh as he responds, âme too. i donât get how this will be beneficial in the future.â you shot up looking at him, âexactly! school is so bullshit to me. they donât even teach real world shit.â you say sighing. âi agree. but i didnât put up with almost 12 years of school just to fail.â he says. you groan, âright. it would be wasteful. iâm pretty sure you donât have anything to worry about. my grades are literally on the edge of failing.â âwell, i could help you.â he suggests. all you do is let out a laugh, âtrust me, teaching me is hard.â
âiâve been teaching you these past days. trust me i know.â Matt responds as you both let out a laugh. âitâs hot in here.â you say taking off your hoodie, pulling down your shirt as it lifted a bit. Matt looks at you as he catches a glimpse of your cleavage. he looks away quickly, clearing his throat. where has all of that been hiding? he wonders. âwell letâs continue working on this.â he says trying to move past it. all you do is nod as you lay on your stomach continuously reading.
when you werenât paying attention, Matt would stare at you slightly. he would stare at the way your tits were pressed against the floor, thinking how perfect they were.
after a few hours, Matt takes you home. âthank you for the ride.â you say smiling, slinging your backpack on one shoulder. âyeah of courseâ he replies. you open the door stepping out, but as you get up, your hoodie raises slightly revealing your thong peeking out above your jeans slightly. Matt catches a glimpse turning red. you shut the door and walk away. he sits there in his car for a bit as he gulps before driving away.
Matt arrives home tidying his room before going to bed. he picks up one of his notebooks as he sees a sticky note on it reading, âthank you for dealing with me as a partner - Y/Nâ.
he smiles at the note as he puts it down on his bed side table, getting into bed. as he lays there, he couldnât help but think about what his eyes caught from you earlier. your cleavage and your thong. he couldnât stop thinking about it. âMatt stop that.â he whispers to himself before shutting his eyes going to sleep.
Mattâs dream POV
you and Matt were sitting on your bed working on the project. Matt wasnât paying attention to you as much and you were bothered by it. you took matters into your hands and you closed the book he was studying. you got on top of him, sitting on his lap as he gets caught off guard. you pull him into a passionate kiss and next thing you knew, you were under the covers tangled together naked.
End of Mattâs dream
Mattâs POV
i woke up sitting up quickly with my breathing uneven. what was that?! my heart was racing. did i just have a wet dream?!
i pulled up the covers to see a wet stain on top of the crotch of my sweats. what the fuck. this has never happened before. with y/n?! why? because of what i saw yesterday? i never even had sex before. how could i have easily dreamed of it? i gulp before getting up. i head to the bathroom to clean myself. i really canât believe that just happened. now all i could do is replay it in my head. i groan at the thought.
after i got ready, i headed straight to school. on the drive there, i still couldnât stop replaying everything that happened in my dream. even if i tried to distract myself, it wouldnât go away. i needed it bad.
End of Mattâs POV
you and Matt were in class as you tried to tell him a story. all he was doing was nodding and staying quiet. âMatt? are you okay?â you question. he shakes his head before speaking, âyeah- yeah iâm good. sorry.â you give him a questionable look as you reply, âwell you werenât really paying attention as i spoke.â you laugh a bit. âoh i was.â he says with a nervous smile. âyeah okay.â you say turning your body straight, pretending to pay attention to the teacher.
Matt does the same as he groans quietly to himself. he didnât know if he should tell you or not about what he imagined. he decided to shrug it off.
it was the end of the day again as you both end up at Mattâs house. you were standing up as you rehearsed your lines on what to say for the presentation. Matt just sat there looking lost. âMatt seriously what is wrong? i canât do this without you, you know?â you say frustrated. âiâm sorry. iâve just been having a hard time.â he responds scratching the back of his neck. âwell we really need to focus on this. if you need to get something off your chest, do it now so we can continue.â you say. Matt hesitates before speaking, âokay well i sort of had an odd dream last night.â you look at him confused. âokay?â you reply. âit wasnât a normal dream.â he continues.
âwhat? were you like having sex or something?â you ask jokingly with a laugh. but he just sits there staying silent with a blank face. âoh. oh! you did!â you exclaim. âwho was it about?â asking with curiosity. âsome random girl from class.â he says lying through his teeth. âso whatâs the big deal?â you ask. âthis your first time having a wet dream?â all he does is nod. you widen your eyes, âreally? thatâs new. i wouldâve thought you were like every other guy constantly thinking about sex.â letting out a laugh. âwhy is it bothering you so much?â
âbecause, itâs weird. especially with this specific girl.â he responds. you raise an eyebrow before asking a question, âhave you ever had sex before?â the question takes Matt by surprise as he responds quickly, âof course i have!â he lies. you let out a laugh. âokay! sorry! well then you shouldnât be so weirded out. now come on. lets focus.â replying to him.
it still was eating him in the inside.
¡:*¨༺ âąâŽâą ༻¨*:¡
after the weeks flew by, you and Matt got an âAâ for your presentation. you decided to celebrate by treating Matt with fast food. you both sat on his bed eating. âthank you for being such a good partner.â you say with a smile taking a bite from your burger. âno, thank you.â he replies. you couldnât help but notice he still was acting strange these past days. âMatt donât tell me youâre still on about the sex dream.â you ask wiping your hands with a napkin. âyou should just shoot your shot already since itâs eating you up. maybe sheâll feel the same.â he shakes his head, âi wouldnât know how to approach her. plus, thatâs weird. i had a sex dream about her and what? i just walk up to her and tell her that? that's creepy.â he replies. you laugh at his response. âwell not quite but, i donât like how youâre acting so off.â you say taking another bite.
Matt sighs as he shakes his head, âjust forget it y/n. iâm fine.â you stop in your place as you shake your head. âokay thatâs it.â placing the unfinished food on his side table. you wipe your mouth with a napkin as you look at him. it was silent for a bit until you spoke up, âdo you want to kiss me?â you blurt out. Mattâs eyes widen. âwhat?â he asks.
Mattâs POV
i hesitated for a bit. âto help distract you.â she says with a small laugh. "uh- uh yeah sure." I say hesitantly. i mean i couldnât pass up on the opportunity. i scoot closer to her. iâve only ever kissed one other person and i donât think it was good so maybe this will be different. i can hear my heart pounding out of my chest. i put my hand on her cheek as i lean in and kiss her softly. she scoots closer without breaking the kiss, putting her hands on my shoulders.
to her she might think this is just a distraction but, little did she know my dream was about her. we continue to kiss as she swings her leg around to straddle me. i put my hands on her waist as the kisses get heavier. i could feel myself get hard beneath her and i could tell she notices. i pull away from embarrassment, âiâm so sorry.â i say. all she does is smile and respond with, âitâs okay.â pulling me into another kiss. i could feel her start to grind against my clothed dick. i let out a small groan from the feeling. i pull away as i lay her down gently. âd-do you want to do this?â i say nervously but, i couldnât expose the fact this would be my first. she nods as she kisses me again. she takes off my shirt as i do the same for her. i unbutton my jeans and pull them off leaving me in my boxers as she does the same with her pants leaving her in her under garments. i gulp looking at her body. come on Matt play it cool. we kiss again as she rubs my dick through my boxers. i really hope iâm big enough.
i reach into my drawer as i pull out a condom. i bought a box just in case i were to lose it. which i am now, so it was good preparation. i open rip off the deal as i look at her. âuh.. i havenât done this in a while so.. i might not be as good.â i warn her lying. iâve never done this at all. i had to prepare her just in case i cum quick. âitâll be goodâ she reassures me. she takes the condom from my hand as i take off my boxers slowly. i see her eyes widen a bit as she slowly wraps the condom on my dick. i lay her back down, sliding her panties to the side, and align myself at her entrance. she gives me a smile as i look down at what iâm about to do. i push myself into her slowly as i watch her relax.
i hear her moan softly as i continue to push my full length into her. âshit.â i groan quietly. i watch her face as i start to thrust slowly. she shut her eyes as she bites her lip softly. i canât believe this is happening. my dream finally coming true. i pick up the pace as i put both my hands on her sides. âyes just like that.â she moans out putting her hands on my chest. i kiss her as i continue to go deeper into her keeping my fast tempo.
âfuck Matt you feel so good.â she moans. every time she spoke i felt my dick twitch. her moans were heavenly. âyouâre so perfect.â i whisper to her. i lay myself on her slightly as she scratches my back. her scratches were hard as i feel the slight sting.
all my worries disappear once i find out iâm actually doing a good job. she made me feel a bit more confident. as soon as i was about to cum i pull out because i wanted to keep pleasing her. i pull her by her thighs as i put my head in between her legs. i start licking at her folds softly as she lets out a breath. i then start sliding my tongue up and down, swirling my tongue on her clit. i felt her grip my hair lightly. âoh Matt.â she moans. âyou taste so good.â i say continuing to eat her out. âMatt iâm going to cum.â she says as i start to suck on her clit. she throws her head back as she arches her back, shoving her pussy more into my face. âyes Matt just like that!â she screams out as she cums all over my mouth.
i get back up as i lick my lips, realigning myself as i thrust back into her sensitive core. she gasps as she grips onto my arms. i thrust at a fast pace before cumming inside her into the condom. âoh fuck.â i moan out.
we were both catching our breath as i pull out of her. i take off the condom and throw it in the trash. "you must be a pro or something. that was incredible.â she says sitting up putting her clothes on.
good to know. little did she know, i ain't ever did this before.
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The Safeword is RadioApple (part 1)
Iâm gonna go ahead and apologize right now
Lucifer x FemaleReader x Alastor
Part 1 ę°áMaleReaderâ§FemaleReaderŕťęą Part 2 ę°áFemaleReaderŕťęą Part 3 ę°áAlastorxLuciferŕťęą tidbit (cute, not smut) Part 4 ę°áFemaleReaderŕťęąâ¨NEW⨠ââšââ´ Lucifer winsâĄAlastor Wins
Alastor would give you anything, all you had to do was ask. When you asked for Lucifer, he delivered. But after seeing just how much you enjoyed Alastorâs rough handling, Lucifer takes a turn and gets a little lost in the pleasure.
tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader, Lucifer x Reader, smut, RadioApple in a sense, fem reader, creampie, breath play, rough sex, Alastor is an eternal little shit, soft jazz, hard jazz, Luci calls himself Daddy, đŁď¸ READER GETS SPITROASTED, threesome, cervix hulk smashed, half assed blowjob, help I got too horny on main
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âSir.â
Lucifer jumped, whipping around and shoving Alastorâs face away. âYou are a living nightmare, fuck!â He hated being snuck up on, as most people do. Adjusting his hat, he looked around the hotel lobby to see if anyone else witnessed his personal jump scare. Charlie and Vaggie were seated nearby, but hadnât paid them any attention.
âI aim to please! Now,â Alastor gestured to the stairs, âI, unfortunately, need to show you something upstairs.â
âHa!â Lucifer forced out a laugh, âHa. Haaa- Not a chance, scarecrow. Find someone else to search for your brain.â He smirked to himself. âDid you hear that Charlie? I made a joke.â
But Charlie was not laughing. She finally turned her focus to them. âDad, you have to start trying to get along with Alastor.â She looked to Alastor who was nodding along as if he actually cared at all, ���Heâs trying to spend time with you. Come on, Dad. For me?â
With a pout, he dramatically crossed his arms, âFine. Iâll play nice, for you. Not for him.â Lucifer glared daggers at Alastor. âFuck him.â
âDaaad!â She groaned.
âYeah yeah, Iâm going.âÂ
Alastor let his microphone follow behind Luciferâs back, an unseen and unfelt safety net so he couldnât back out. When they approached Alastorâs door, Lucifer put up his hands as if to physically stop the situation from progressing, âThere is no way in all of hell I am going in your bedroom.â
Alastorâs eyes rolled, frustrated already with the interaction. âAre you sure about that?â He pushed the door open, using his mic to make contact with the small of Luciferâs back. He stopped resisting when he finally looked into the room.
He took a step in, willingly, and as he saw you sitting in the center of the bed in just your silk sleep robe, he let out a quiet, âWhat the fuck is this?â
Then a louder, âHeeey, kittenâŚâ. The sound of the door locking made his head whip back to Alastor, teeth bared.
âLuci.â
Softened under the sound of his own name from your lips he brought his attention back to the bed.
It was no secret to anyone that you two were fond of each other. It was the little things you did that endeared the fallen angel to you, how you doted on him. Filling his glass at dinner when you noticed it getting close to empty, holding the door for him, keeping eye contact when he went off on some excited tangent.
Everyone was also aware you were Alastorâs person. And Alastor would give you anything you wanted in death; and today you happened to want Luci.
Youâd seen the broadcasts of the King of Hell defending his daughter during the last extermination. The power he gave off, even from your screen, brought goosebumps down your arms. So when you found your way to the hotel, you were elated to see Lucifer himself readily available for interactions. Your luck continued, as your fatherâs love of jazz had been passed down to you and allowed the radio demon to notice your presence among the sea of new residents. Following the sounds of Nat âKingâ Cole, he found you one evening in your room, and a mutual fondness for music bore a new friend. And then, more.Â
Soon enough you were a regular member of the Hazbin Hotel core crew, by way of Alastor.
Thatâd been some months ago now, and you finally had the courage to ask Alastor for a special favor.
No part of him understood your motivation, but the idea of making the king of hell pussy-whipped to his darling was understanding enough. And, of course, the pleasure of watching you enjoy yourself. While he was capable all his own, he was happy to allow someone else to fill in. Not to mentionâ- no, actually, definitely mention the fact it would give him a little more power in the tense dynamic between himself and Lucifer.
For Alastor, sharing you physically wasnât an issue. Sex was something he did for your pleasure, though he did enjoy the control he held over you in those intimate moments.
Watching you mewl under someone else, knowing he gave the permission, that Lucifer would never have a chance in Hell if The Radio Demon didn't allow it, made his head dizzy with the loss of blood flow. Whatever pleasure Lucifer could give you was pleasure he has granted you both. The idea of someone pining for you but never having a chance unless he says so made him feel powerful.
âI have a request, of sorts.â You tried to keep your smile still, cheeks twitching with pure nerves. The room was lit by only two small lamps on either nightstand and the light coming from the half open bathroom.
Lucifer approached you, making a dramatic point of going past Alastor. The radio demon chuckled, the king of hell scowled. He placed one knee on the end of the bed, trying to forget this was the spot you shared most nights with Alastor. His smile encouraged you to continue.
âYou can say no.â You added quickly.Â
âWhy would I ever do that?â Lucifer continued to smile at you, too sweetly for what you were going to ask.
âMany reasons.â You added quicker.Â
âCome on, tell Luci.â He laughed softly at the idea of denying you anything.
You pressed the tips of your index fingers together nervously, âI want you to fuck me.â
He tried to blink but his eyelids only seemed to rise further and further up his face with every attempt.
âYou what now?â
His eyes darted to Alastor, who was now crawling onto the bed and settling behind you.Â
âIt was a fairly straightforward statement, sir.â Alastorâs tone was always teetering on mocking when he addressed Lucifer, âMy dear would like you, for some god awful reason, to bed her.â
If this hadnât been such a shock, Lucifer would have quipped, âOh because you canât, you overdressed maitre dâ?â
But when he opened his mouth, there was nothing. He just stared at you. Alastorâs long legs and lanky arms came down beside you, behind you. You looked like the enticing light of an angler fishâs lure, sharp teeth shining just over your shoulder.Â
âI thought-,â he motioned between the two of you.
You nodded, âAlastor is happy when Iâm happy. And right now, Iâd be overjoyed to spend an evening taking care of you.â
Oh, why couldnât you have said it so sweetly the first time? Take care of him? You always did. Every time he felt something lacking heâd find you close behind offering him just the thing.
Whether a smile, or supportive word, or just a sympathetic ear.
Shifting onto your hands and knees, you crawled toward Lucifer. His face was flush, his brows knitted together in some mix of worry and confusion.
âYou donât have to do that, kitten. I donât need that.â He reached out a hand to touch your cheek but stopped himself; heâd never touched you before. He had gone out of his way to avoid it, because he couldnât bear what it would do to him. Heâd just be hurting himself, he had thought. His hand began to pull away but you reached out with both of yours and took hold of his wrist.
âI donât have to do anything, ever, Luci,â Alastorâs grin widened as you said it. A hum of approval only he could hear. A silent, âThatâs my girl.â
âThis is about what I want.â You leaned up to rest your cheek in his open palm, âIâll accept any answer from you.â Your eyes staring up at him promised safety, âSo, what do you want?â
He buried his face in his free hand, opening his fingers to look over you once more. In the shade of the canopied bed, Alastor sat motionless. But Lucifer couldnât see him, not because of the shadows but because his focus was so purely on you. He had absolute tunnel vision, which happened often when you two would speak. Lucifer made a low sound, coming from somewhere deep in his chest, hidden beneath all his shame and sense of inadequacy.
Your question was answered as he removed his hat, tossing it to the chaise lounge near the wall. You sat back on your legs and gave him space to remove his coat. Your heart seemed to double its pace, skin practically vibrating. A not-insignificant part of you expected a gentle but firm, âkindly fuck off.â
He seemed to be avoiding eye contact as he pulled his bow tie loose, only returning his knee to the bed when heâd kicked off his boots. Just the shifting of the weight of the bed made your thighs twitch, finally. Alastor leaned backed and watched, Luciferâs gaze was full of uncertainty as he crawled to you.Â
Hilarious. Already worth the price of admission.Â
Both on your knees, you leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on Luciferâs lips. Pulling back, you looked at him and he felt like weâre looking at the sun. Your face was so bright, and warm. What light were you reflecting back at him? Surely not his own. That was long dead. Long buried under bruised wings and lost promises.Â
You snaked your fingers into his hair and brought him in for a deeper kiss. When you bit gently on his bottom lip, he shakily opened his mouth. Your grin spread across both of your faces as you pushed your way past his lips.
Luciferâs tongue was long, and tapered more than youâd expected. It moved, unsure, against yours. Your hands slunk out of his hair and down his chest, sliding until finding the buttons of his vest.Â
You felt him gasp into you, and when you began to open his shirt he pulled away, âItâs been⌠a very long time.â
A scream echoed in your skulll, your own scream, thankfully entirely in your mind. He was so cute. So soft. He looked so worried, you wanted to rip him to pieces with affection. Was that possible? You were going to try.
Your hands fumbled over his belt, the tremble in your fingers making the pants button feel like an aptitude test. Your mouth returned to him, kissing down his cheeks and into the space under his jaw. Finally you could slip your hand down into his pants, and you hissed without thinking.
He was painfully hard, throbbing head pressed into his skin.Â
Did you do this? Had you gotten the King like this with just a question and a kiss? Tip nearly purple with pressure, you rested your forehead on his collarbone and watched his stomach jump as you wrapped your fingers around it.
Alastor fought back a laugh, tongue nearly cut clean off with the attempt. This was better than he had expected. And he had just the idea to push it over the top.
When your head dipped to swipe your tongue over Luciferâs cock, you both startled at the sudden sound of music. First you looked to the radio, then to Alastor.
One hand was loosening his bow tie, the other unbuckling his pants.Â
âDonât stop on my accord,â he bit his bottom lip, watching your attention return to Luciferâs lap.
Lucifer raised a finger in protest, âI wasnât aware this was a group activity.â
âThe more the merrier.â Alastor whipped his belt off and tossed it to the floor, other hand pulling his member free.
âThreeâs a crowd.âÂ
âTwo heads are better than one.â When Alastor lifted your robe away and sunk himself into you, no preparation, you moaned into the blonde hair at the base of Luciferâs cock.
Your breath over his shaft and now down his balls made his hips buck against you. Your hands gripped at Luciferâs thighs, trying to get steady enough to return your mouth to his waiting heat. You could smell his arousal, your head dizzy with so many of your senses being assaulted by both men.Â
âYou okay, kitten?â A concerned hand came to your cheek.Â
Your watery, lust clouded eyes met his, âIt feels so good, Luci.â His dick jerked. When you finally managed to get him in your mouth his head fell back, legs under him twitching with the need to move along to the bobbing of your head. Lucifer was wider than Alastor, the corners of your mouth burning as you tried to take in as much of him as possible.Â
Alastorâs hand raked long nails down your back, a whine ran from your throat and down Luciferâs shaft. He moaned in turn, trying to not connect the dots between himself and Alastor.
âI think you may need a little demonstration, from someone moreâ, â Alastor leaned down, his face now inches from Luciferâs. His hand wrapped around your neck, âexperienced.â He pulled you up by your throat.
Lucifer watched, your knees no longer touching the bed as Alastor fucked up into you. One hand gripping your throat, one arm holding your body against his. Your face began to redden, and your thighs noticeably clenching as best they could, legs open and feet on either side of Alastorâs body. Lucifer winced, you looked pained, he wantedâ
âAa--Alastor,â Your voice was like honey, thick and sweet around Alastorâs name. Luciferâs face fell flat, how could he have that? What did he need to do to have you say his name in such a debauched way? Why did that gangly sack of bones get all of the fun?
âSee? She can handle more than youâd expect.â Alastor grinned, planting a kiss on your neck. You could see Lucifer watching through your wet eyelashes, his cock twitching repeatedly as his hand finally came down to touch himself.Â
With the hand not holding onto Alastorâs wrist at your throat, you reached out for Lucifer. âLuci.âÂ
Alastor let you fall forward. Keeping your hips in the air and knees dangling just above the comforter, he continued his rough pace into your sopping cunt. Pulling your body on and off of his length with harsh drags he watched you lick from the base to the top of Luciferâs member. Each thrust from him knocking your chin against it.Â
When you popped the head back into your mouth and moaned around it from Alastorâs continued fucking, Lucifer gripped your hair with both hands. Alastorâs own erection jumped in you, the king of hell himself buckling from his dearestâs mouth. He could break him entirely by just pulling you off of Luciferâs cock and refusing to return you. He was positive Lucifer would cry into his ruined orgasm if he did such a thing.
Tempting.
But, he promised to play along, for you. And he would, at his own terms.Â
He pushed aside the thought entirely, instead returning to the task in front of him. Your tongue was pinned down when Lucifer was in your mouth, cock too fat to allow any room for movement. You abandoned trying to suck him off, and changed tactics to lick and kiss the sensitive flesh in your hands.Â
Luciferâs mind wasâ- he wasn't sure where exactly. His consciousness splintered around you. The feeling of you; your tongue was swirling around him, the first contact heâs had other than himself in literal years. The sound of you; your soft moans and huffs were both audible and physical, the hot breath ghosting over him. The sight of you; head in his lap as he leaned back, your ass in the air and making a satisfying slapping noise every timeâÂ
Alastor. His eyes met Luciferâs and a wicked grin took hold of his features. Lucifer could practically hear Alastor whisper across your body, âWatch this.â Maybe Alastor had thought it, but he kept it to himself.Â
Your hands began pumping Luciferâs length while your body was slightly dragged away as Alastor backed up and let your knees find some solid ground again.Â
Lucifer sat on his legs still, eyes flitting from between your face to the place you and Alastor connected. He could see Alastor disappearing inside you, and every intrusion had you gasping and mewling into the blankets. Your hand was still gently stroking him with outstretched arms, eyes clenched close.
Alastor smirked up at Lucifer, coming down over your back to reach around your body and find your clit with his middle finger. Immediately, you reacted. Legs squeezing together, hands stilling around your kingâs cock. With a bite and lick to your shoulder blade, the radio demon set a bruising pace against you. That warmth in your core was spreading down as you felt him press against your cervix with every kiss of his hips.Â
You choked out his name, a chant Lucifer had never wanted to hear before now. How could you make Alastorâs name sound so delicious? He wrapped his fingers around yours on his dick and began moving with you. Your eyes rolled up to him, a weak smile forming before your orgasm made your jaw lock. Alastor knew your body so well, bringing you to orgasm was like playing a well practiced song on the piano. Both required strong and fast fingers and a sense of rhythm.Â
With a few more deeper, shorter moves Alastor stilled, too. Your knees slid down as your hips sank into the bed.Â
Lucifer let your hand go limp, swallowing hard. He wasnât ignorant to the way Alastor smiled at him as he reclined into the headboard, tucking himself back into his pants.Â
âI have complete faith in you, for once.â Alastor teased Lucifer, hand motioning to your still limp body. His smile seemed to dare Lucifer, challenge him, to keep going even with Alastorâs release sitting pretty in you.Â
Luci took a deep breath, steadying himself mentally, before pushing the hair from your forehead, âHey there, kitten. What do ya need?â
With an uncharacteristic hunger in your eyes, you forced your line of sight up to him, âYou, Luci.â Visibly shuddering, you sat up and brought your legs towards him, your knees touching each other in an odd display of shyness. Your hand felt at your entrance, Alastorâs seed just beginning to find its way from your relaxed walls.Â
âIs it okay?â You asked, spreading the thick fluid between your fingers in front of Luci.Â
Something between a grimace and a pout came over him, it wasnât his ideal situation but the idea of â just how much heâd slip and slide between your folds with the added lubrication made him feel feral. He wasnât stupid, he knew Alastor hoped to ruin you and sour his experience. He decided to not allow it.Â
With a kiss to his nose, you wrapped your arms around his neck and lied back. You werenât sure you were breathing anymore when you felt his scorching head slot up with your entrance. He rubbed the leaking fluid over himself and you with swipes up and down your lips. The difference between his heat and the cooled cum made him shiver in turn.Â
As he began to press into you, your body instinctively scooted away. It took both of your hands hooked under his arms to stay still enough for him to make any real headway.Â
Luci stopped, your face clearly pained. Your head shook in response, âPlease, you just have to keep going. Iâll adjust.â While both of his heads swelled with pride â Alastorâs cock clearly smaller â Luci didnât notice the wild eyes of the radio demon.Â
Alastor brought a hand to his face, red eyes peering between his spread fingers, smile threatening to break at the seams as he watched Lucifer Morningstar fucking his cum into his darling doe.Â
 What a pitiful sight. How humiliating.
What would Charlie think of her big bad daddy? What would the other sins say? If they could see their king now, slick and shiny?
Your nails cut into his skin, and you were sure you were tearing slightly. Instead of attempting to thrust his way in, he chose to just continually press. The way your body seemed to be splitting made you second guess your decisions. But when his head finally popped in, your hole got some reprieve. He stopped, taking deep breaths.Â
Tears were collecting on your waterline, Luci noticed and leaned on an elbow to wipe them away. His blonde hair was falling forward now, tickling at your forehead.Â
You nodded, answering a question he didnât ask, and he continued to force your walls open to accommodate him. The only sound in the room was the soft instrumental jazz number playing from atop the dresser. Your voice was stuck in your throat, Luci was focusing too hard to form words. Alastor could speak, but the music was just too enjoyable to interrupt.Â
Finally, after what could have been two minutes or twenty, you felt Luci bottom out. You had to just lie there for a second, never having felt something so solid in your otherwise soft body. No slight to Alastor, who was perfectly skilled in his abilities. Luci was justâ- more than you had expected.Â
As he pulled out, you thanked the heavens and hell and the rings within that Alastor had left you so wet and already softened. The first few thrusts were genuinely uncomfortable, the pleasure you felt almost entirely mental, drawn from the reality of who was pulling your insides back and forth. You were so tight around him that he too was almost pained; so much pressure but no way to move enough to get any release.
Slowly, the ring of your entrance relented and Luci could finally move at a normal pace. He would take himself out to his head before slipping back in. Every thrust made your body spread around him, a semi-truck through a field of sunflowers. Your body didnât stand a chance, and you were grateful he chose gentleness for his entrance.
He leaned back on both hands, using the position to fucked up into you at an angle. He knew very well where to hit to begin gathering your pleasure.
Alastor dropped his head, yours between his legs. His hair made a short curtain, hiding the look he was giving you from Luci. He adores the faces you make when you are happy. Excited. Pleasured. You tried to offer him a smile, but you couldnât manage it for long. Your eyes would wretch shut, lips tighten as you focused on the feeling Luci was providing. Focused on the sensations, of being so full, so wet, so wanted. But Alastor was still watching, the sight of Luci blocked from his view as he enjoyed every little twitch of your mouth, every whimper.Â
It wasnât jealousy, it was something more personal that stung Luci. While he couldnât actually discern the looks you two gave each other, Luci felt very much the odd man out. But, he considered his position. Literally. He was leaning as far from your body as he could. He remembered the way you said Alastorâs name. Alastor had showed him exactly what to do, albeit in his usual obnoxious, showy fashion.
Sitting up, Luci adjusted your legs and slotted himself between them. Alastor leaned back, relinquishing your focus. Both of you looked at Luci though as one of his hands came to enclose your throat.
Alastor was almost impressed. Almost. You brought both hands to wrap around his wrist, glancing to Alastor behind you.
The words came out of Alastor as half warning, half instruction, âIf she needs you to stop, sheâll tap two fingers twice on you, wherever she can reach.â Lucifer nodded, eyes not meeting Alastorâs. He kept them on your face, watching for any sign of distress as he tightened his grip. The way your pussy clenched around him earned you a hiss.
He began to move again, the new position causing him to rub against your clit as he buried himself in you. More clenching; He tightened his grip more.Â
âAre you sure she isnât hurting?â Luci asked, your eyes closed and nails digging into his wrists.
âNonsense. Canât you feel her? Or does she just grip me like that?â The cocky expression made Luci unconsciously clench his fist on your neck. A gentle tap tap snapped him back to you. He loosened up again, his eyes large and apologetic.
You tightened your own grip on his dick, grinding up into him for more friction. Your body had finally relaxed, pleasure freely flowing from where you and Luci tangled together. You closed your eyes, the pressure constant on the veins to your head. Blood flow restricted just enough to lower your oxygen levels and raise the nitrogen oxide in your body. It resulted in a dizzying feeling, maybe there was a primal panic that caused your body to feel heightened pleasure. You didnât feel scared, or in danger. You felt ââ ah there it was. You felt weak. You felt docile. You felt like you existed purely to give pleasure and the idea turned you on. In every day life youâd never allow someone to use you, to push you around. You were anything but subservient. Thatâs why it was so enthralling now. It was so strange a sensation. And to give yourself so fully to the king of hell, the originator of all sin? You groaned, head rolling back.Â
Luci watched your head loll, drank in your groans and gasps and felt himself get dizzy too. More. Say his name like you did Alastorâs. Praise how well he fucked you. Reward him. Love him.
He pulled out suddenly, his head leaving you for the first time since it managed to fit in initially. Luci put both hands on your hips and directed you to roll onto your stomach. He pulled your ass up, knees bent. You crawled up enough to rest your forehead on the crook of Alastorâs leg, one lazily outstretched and the other bent under him slightly. Luci wasted no time pushing back in. He leaned over you and pressed his hand into your back, forcing your chest to be slightly crushed into the bed. He pulled out and slammed back into you, tearing a yelp from you as he hit deeper than he had before.Â
He stopped, unsure, until he felt your hand reach under yourself and rest at the junction of his knee and calf. His other hand came to your right hip, and he used it to keep you from sliding up the bed. Letting his eyes close again, he focused on the feeling of you around him. His crotch and thighs were soaking wet, his balls tight against him. Every drag out of you made his body jerk back into you with need. It felt so good, too good. He needed more. He pressed hard into you, oversized tip of his cock threatening to push past your cervix. He made shorter thrusts now, ensuring he bottomed out every time. It was too deep, too much of a stretch. Your moans slowly devolved into screams, the pleasure mixed with a soft burning.Â
You could feel him spreading open your womb. The feeling of your cunt pressing down on him from all sides including the front was driving him mad.
You were screaming. Actual, pleasured screams, threatening to alert the entire hotel to your activities. Screams that started shrill and dipped into a gutteral cry filled the room with every thrust of Luciferâs frenzied hips.
A tiny part of your brain felt embarrassed, a dying animal shrieking into Alastorâs thigh.
An ever shrinking part of Lucifer existed too, the piece of him too preoccupied with your two fingers on his leg to enjoy you. It got smaller and smaller, no longer a blockade to his pleasure, but a safety net allowing him to walk the tightrope of sadism.
The radioâs volume dial rolled, smooth jazz now blaring and drowning out your painfully pleasured cries. Alastor was fine with allowing someone to take care of your needs at his permission but strangers had no business enjoying your sounds.
As Luci became lost in the sensation of your wet pussy trying to suck him in whole, his hand on your back began to press down. Your breaths got shorter, it got harder to expand your lungs fully.
Face turned and drooling onto the fabric of Alastorâs pants, you started gasping out his name, âLuci! Nngh Luciiii, Lucifer.â
Your lips dropped his name and it fell like lead into his thoughts. He fought the urge to close his eyes again as he felt his orgasm building. He watched your flushed skin jump beneath every punishing thrust, his name a spell you could now barely whisper, not enough breathe to scream. Your upper body was entirely buried into the mattress. It felt like your back might snap with Luciâs loss of control. You kept your hand on his leg, ever ready to tap out.
The yellow of his eyes turned red, just like the skin of your ass where his hip bones chaffed. âYou take me so well, kitten.â He ground out, âDaddyâs gonna cum.â
Alastorâs eyes glowed a blood red from the end of the bed, a wickedly devious grin across his face at the opportunity before him, he looked up at Luci and said with a commanding tone, âCum.â
Luci was already over that peak when his eyes flew up to catch Alastorâs, it was too late to stop his orgasm. He was helpless to disobey, despite his now desperate desire to never cum again. With a moan, and a hiss, he pressed your body fully into the mattress. Your body now flush, he waited until his cock stopped jerking his long overdue seed into your bruised womb.
Luci lied on top of you even after you were full to the brim with his cum. It was already forcing its way out around his softening cock when he managed to roll off of you and onto his back.
Staring at the canopy of the bed, he felt two emotions rise to the surface. First, concern. He turned to you, and you gave a weak thumbs up.
Second, rage.
âWhat the actual fuck is wrong with you? Fuck you.â He looked to Alastor, who was grinning as he pet your head, whispering something to you.Â
âLittle late for dirty talk, your highness.â
Lucifer growled, but Alastorâs palm pressed against his forehead and pushed him back down to the bed.
âI sleep on the left. Iâd prefer you on the right.â he gently moved your head from his lap, âBeside me, my dear. A darling barrier.â Alastor didnât look at Lucifer, just slid off the bed and walked into the en-suite bathroom. âNo outside clothes under the comforter.â Alastor called from the bathroom before the sound of rushing water poured in.
You rolled onto your back, still catching your breath. Body sprawled out on the massive bed like a starfish.
Lucifer turned onto his side, hand caressing your arm. âAre you okay, kitten? I didnât mean to lose myself like that.â He felt shame, like he had done something terrible. âAndâ I didnât help you finish. Thatâs pretty shitty.â
But it fell away when you smiled back at him, âI feel great. Sore, but great all the same.â You let your fingers clumsily lace with his. âI really like you, Luci. And I donât need to cum to enjoy myself. You can always try again, ya know?â
Lucifer felt his face grow warm, but couldnât press you to clarify what exactly that meant before Alastor scooped you up and carried you to the bath.
There was a moment where he was alone, noticing the radio was back to a tolerable volume, the water splashing softly out of view. He felt out of place, like he had accidentally walked into a strangerâs home. He wasnât sure what to do next, where to go from there when Alastorâs head popped back into the room, annoyed, âAre you coming or not? Those are clean sheets.â
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eddie x reader
a follow up to this prompt by @rebelfell
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tw: angst, smut, minors fuck off pls teasing? is that a trigger idk.
âwe need to talk.â the conversation weâve been waiting for after you catch your best friend getting head finally unfolds
âWe need to talk.â
Your blood ran cold, ice in your veins it was practically prickling your skin. The heat on your cheeks bloomed and your gut quaked at the sight of him, covered.Â
Play dumb! Itâll work!Â
âI , m-mean, now?â like right now? You have cum- company! a guestâ we can talk later, yeah?âÂ
The stuttering, calmly hands and the sweat gathered under your armsâ you were a one woman walking circus, missing the clown nose. Â
âWhy are you being so weird?â He leans into your doorframe, tattooed arms cross over his broad and glistening chest.Â
The flush still in his cheeks almost brought you to your knees, but it was the single flick of his tongue on his lips that had you melting and wishing he had licked your lips instead. Fuck.
â⌠besides, you already interrupted my guest, so she leftââ
Your ears perk up at the mention of said whore leaving your apartment, and your eyelashes bat open, âshe left? Why?âÂ
Eddie huffs and puts his tongue in his cheek like he canât believe youâre being so stupid.Â
âCut the shit, okay? Will you just be an adult for a second?âÂ
The smile on your lips falls and you take a step back towards your bed setting your keys down on the nightstand. The silence is anything but quiet. The energy was chaotic and shooting like daggers much like Eddieâs eyes into yours.
âWell?â he asks dramatically, raising his eyebrows to try to get you to speak. Â
Play dumbâ itâs working!Â
âWell what?â you muse innocently.Â
âWhat the fuck was that?â Eddie spits, any softness he brought into this situation had fizzledâdead at the door.Â
âIââ
âForget how to knock?âÂ
âNoââ
âSuuuure, you just thought youâd what? Barge in, ignoring our code?âÂ
âI didnâtâ-there was no hot water! You forgot to pay the water bill!â
âThatâs not how water bills work.â
You stand stunnedâ mouth open to argue but nothing will even come out.
âItâs the water heater for this shitheap building thatâs outâ if you donât believe that I paid the billâcall the water company yourself.âÂ
ââŚoh.â your voice is small, quiet almost unheard.Â
âWow, really great apology.âÂ
âOh relax! Just call her back and explain it was a mistake, who cares? She shouldnât be so uptight.âÂ
Eddie is fuming, blood rushing to his head as he tries not to yell out right. But fuck you were being so difficult.
âYa know⌠I didnât say shit when you had Harrington tied to your bed posts and you couldnât undo the knotsâ did I? Nopeânot a fucking word, I just cut him loose and acted like nothing ever happened!â
You wince, who knew knots were that hard to unlace?
âThat was different!âÂ
âOr the multiple times I caught the fuckinâ Chief slipping out of your room at 5 AM? I even bummed him a cigarette for his morning coffee!âÂ
Your jaw hung to the floor, you didnât know Eddie had any idea that youâd been sleeping with Hopper.Â
âSo? Whatâweâre just airing out dirty laundry now?â you could be venomous too, your rattle sounding off ready to strike.Â
âHow many months did you try gettinâ into Maryâs pants before you dumped her because sheâs married to Jesus Christ her Lord & Savior? Her name is Mary for fucks sake! Not hard!â
His face pulls to anger, âdonât be a bitch!âÂ
âAnd whereâs Gareth? Never see him around anymore, maybe itâs because you ran over his dâ.âÂ
âThat was an accident! I honked and he never moved!âÂ
âHe was deaf Eddie!â you yell back into his face, âor! How about the time I had to pick you up from the Hideout because you got so drunk you pissed your pants?âÂ
âThat was YOU!âÂ
The two of you were standing nose to nose, shouting accusing each other of shit that didnât even matter. Eddie had your back and youâd have his until the end. Cradle to the grave.Â
But this was different, you werenât fighting like siblings or friends, you were both screaming as if you were in pain.Â
Heâs the first to move, shaking his head and turning towards the door. when he speaks his voice is low, angry.
âWhen my door is shut donât open itâturn your ass around and fuck off, got it?âÂ
His words split your skin, vining through your body like sharp thorns. The hot spill of tears were welling in your eyes.Â
âSorry to bother you, assholeâ wonât happen again.â
Heâs on the opposite side when you slam your door in his face. The rain brewed and stewed and finally was ready to fall from the clouds in your eyes.Â
Why were you acting like this?Â
Grabbing your keys you set to leave again, needing an escape so he couldnât hear your wailing cries. But againâ when you opened the door, he was still standing there, only this time he looked pissed.Â
âMove.â
He brushes you off as if he didnât even hear you, âenough.â
âEddie, get out of the way!âÂ
âDo you know how many nights I listened to you fake it for this fuckheads?â How longÂ
Iâve waited for you to admit it?âÂ
He shuts your door behind him as he pushes his way inside.Â
âAdmit what?â
âCâmon, babyâ we havenât been friends for a long time, not really.âÂ
Youâre confused and on the verge of tears, âwhat?!â
Eddie presses forward, head tilted down at you.
 âThose douchebags you bring here canât handle you the way I know you needâŚcoming home to see their boots by the front door makes me absolutely despise you.â
âWho gives a shit? I trip over skanky high heels sometimes too.â
You were missing the point he was trying to make, way over your head.Â
âNever satisfied when they leaveâŚthat little vibrator in the top drawer is not as quiet as you think it is.â
You were throbbing, aching⌠how did he know?Â
He inches forward, and you double back towards the door.
âIââ
âPretty little moans on your lips just minutes after they leaveâŚâm not stupid sweetheart, I know you do it on purposeâ parading around the apartment in your little shorts, never wearing a bra⌠youâre a tease.âÂ
He wasnât right. He couldnât be! Right?
âI hate you, Eddie.âÂ
He stalks forward like a predator eyeing its prey, a stupid smirk on his face.Â
âNoâ No I donât think you do. I think youâre so fucking wound up about me, jealous... Itâs alright, I get it. I bury myself in bitches so youâll get out of my head.â
He takes a ragged breath, his eyes pitch dark, and your back hits the door, he closes in around you, his arms on either side of your head.Â
âI fucking hate you, princess. I hate that it doesnât work.. youâve made me jealous for too fucking long.â
Your body was screaming, angel and devil on your shoulder dancing and holding hands rooting you on.Â
âH-how long?â
His hand falls to your chin, pulling down your bottom lip.
âSenior year. Hellfire. You laughed at one of Jeffâs stupid fucking jokes and my blood ran cold. I wanted you to look at me like you looked at him. That was just the first time I realized I wanted you.â
You shudder, fingers running along his chest, playing with the chain on his neck, âwhy not say anything?â
âDidnât wanna ruin this.âÂ
His lips nearly touch yours, heâs leaning in so close. And you donât pull away.Â
âI think itâs pretty clear that our friendship is over, Eddie. I fucking hate you.âÂ
âI hate you, too sweetheart.âÂ
The tension is thick, spinning with bated breath and sexual desire.Â
âSo, we hate each other?â
âYep.â Eddie muses, angling your chin so he can see your neck.Â
ââŚand we arenât friends?âÂ
He nods silently, pressing his nose to your cheek, âseems to be that way.âÂ
âYouâve ruined everything.â
âGood,â he all but whispers into your ear.Â
â..a perfectly good pair of underwear.âÂ
His breath hitches in his throat, and he licks his lips. âCanât have that.âÂ
âNo, not at all,â you tease, thumbing at your waistband and letting your shorts hit the floor.
He steps back to examine you with wide eyes, letting them narrow as he bites his lip, looking you dead in the eyes.Â
âIâm gonna fuck you exactly how you need to be fucked.âÂ
Pulling him back into you by his chain necklace you ask centimeters from his lips, tasting the heat from his mouth, âwhat are you waiting for?âÂ
He takes a deep breath, hovering his mouth over yours, ânothing, not anymore.â
His tongue hits you first, electric like an eel on your lips, his breath hot as fire. You moan out when his hands grip your ass, pulling you into him with such force you could have toppled over.Â
Eddie is loud too. Groaning with each swipe of your tongue against his.Â
âFuck, Iâve wanted you for so long, baby.âÂ
His dick is pressed into your middle, hard and kicking up as your hands reach into his hair, pulling you closer to him as if he were a rope and you were climbing a mountain.Â
He pulls you away from the door to get a quick slap to your ass. Rough and hard and youâre mewling, his rings stinging your skin.Â
Your lips close to his ear you whisper âEddie⌠please.â
He pulls away after leaving a mark on your neck.Â
âYou donât have to beg, Iâll give you whatever you need, however many times you want it, honey.â
His fingers dip into your waistband around your hips as he slides your panties down to your thighs. âLet me see that cunt, show me what I did to you.âÂ
You step out of your panties and he lowers himself to the floor on bent knees. âJesus Christ, look how pretty she is, âm gonna eat this pussy till you cum all over my face.âÂ
You nod dumbly, body on fire from his words, the lust of having his hands touch you in places he never had, places you dreamt he would, has your mind spinning.Â
His bangs tickle your inner thighs, breath fanning on your clit, thumbs spreading you open. He sucks in a breath, whistling low.
A single flick of his tongueâ thatâs all it takes for your eyes to roll, for your back to bend in an arch like you were being exorcized of hellâs worst demons. Your fingernails scratching into the door trying to anchor yourself from grinding on his face until his nose broke.Â
He spits, watching it drip down to your cunt, âdonât ask me to stop.âÂ
Diving in, his tongue is everywhere. Lapping you up, sucking your clit into his mouth. Swirling around like you would while eating an ice cream cone. Your chest heaves and your thighs tremble as he hooks one over his shoulder pressing into him and he gently pushes it back into place, his eyes never leaving your body.Â
When it happens again, he shoves it down with force, nipping at one of your thighs, his lips shiny and wet he groans, âkeep âem put.âÂ
The tip of his middle finger pushes into you, and you squeak out a gasp, leaning forward off the door to take a look at him, and he nearly laughs, âjesus, youâre tight sweetheart, gonna need to work you up a bit.âÂ
He smiles before attaching his mouth to your thigh, sucking a bruise as he fucks you with his fingers, adding a second thatâs easier than the first. Your body rolls with his motions, pushing back against him and you know your orgasm is about to snap.
His tongue replaces his fingers and the heat in your stomach releases, untying the white knot and spilling over his lips as you scream out his name.Â
âThatta girl, fuck look at you, Christ.âÂ
Your eyes open, a strange drunk feeling taking over, as if you were high on a cloud and falling gracefully back to the earth. Opening to see the blackened eyes of the guy youâve called your best friend for years, and if you would have known his tongue could do that, maybe you would have ruined this friendship a lot sooner.
âFuck off Munson,â you mutter, out of breath as your foot gently sets on the ground.
âWhat?â he laughs.
âJust keeping the fact that you eat pussy better than the devil all to yourself huh? Selfish.â
His face splits into a grin laced with evil as he stands, licking his lips, âthatâs not all I can do.âÂ
Heâs on you in a flash, hoising you up into his arms, and using the other to hastily shove his boxers down. âCanât go back after this.âÂ
âOh this is the tipping point? Fucking is gonna ruin it not you just making going down on me?âÂ
He rolls his eyes as he lines himself up with you, âwhat happened to that sweet girl I used to chase in the trailer park, huh?âÂ
You reach around your legs and grab his thick cock and lightly sink down onto it the head barely pushing past your puffy lips, âfuckâŚmet a boy who grew up and started selling weed out of his van, kind of an asshole, really big dick though.â
He thrusts up into you so hard you nearly see black, vision spotty from pleasure alone, you whine his name and he practically comes undone.
âDonât.. shit⌠donât do that, I wonât last. Those noises haunt me⌠been wanting to hear them.â
He holds you tight and fucks you slowly, dragging his cock at a ridiculously slow speed. Groaning when you suck him in deep, biting his neck.Â
âThere it is, the noise that started this whole mess.âÂ
He grins into you stupidly, âIâm glad youâre perverted plan worked, you little hussy.âÂ
His hips move faster and your both whining, accompanied by the slapping of skin on skin. âWater heatersâ been out since last week, âm not stupid babe, youâre the one who called and asked.âÂ
âWhoopsâ oh my goddd,â you squeal before you're panting like a dog and clawing his arms with your nails, he was splitting you wide open and you were near to tears.Â
The tears finally fall when Eddie bottoms out in your cunt, filling you up, grunting your name as he rests his forehead to your shoulderâ completely spent.Â
His lips kiss your collar bone and you twirl a curl away from his face exhausted around his softening length.Â
âPrincess,â he breathes, kissing life back into himself with the sweat from your skin, âif you wanted to fuck, you should have told me sooner, could have saved us a week of cold showers, yâknow?âÂ
You kissed his lips, letting him set you down on the bed so you could both lay back in a lazy post sex high, surrounded by your blankets.Â
âWell maybe you should have fixed it sooner, you are the maintenance manager of the building.â Â
Eddie grins and pins you onto the mattress, his hair falling into your face, his thumb sweeping over your cheeks to catch a rogue eyelash, âcome with me to fix it?âÂ
âHmm..â fingers moving his hair behind his ear, âyou gonna wear that slutty stained white tank top?âÂ
âSlutty? Why, gonna seduce me in the boiler room?â his lips move down your neck and you whimper.Â
âMaybeâŚâ you tease tickling his underarm, âso if I wouldnât have barged into your room⌠what else would you have done?âÂ
Eddie only smiles, thinking of his plan to âbreakâ the air conditioner and hide your hoodies and blankets so youâd have to come to him for warmth.Â
âLetâs just say, you would have ended up as my girl one way or another.âÂ
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Do You Miss Me?
lando norris x fem reader
summary: Four months after your breakup, Lando needs to know if you miss him as much as he misses you, or at least if you still think about him, even if the answer might kill him. (3k words)
warnings: angst, breakup, cursing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of one-night stands, use of Y/N, happy ending
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Four months. It had been four months of pure agony. Four months since you left him, and for four months, he couldnât think of anything else than you.Â
You wouldnât say you ended on good terms, considering the last conversation you had was more of an argument about how little you thought he cared about your relationship.Â
That was far from the truth, and he tried so hard to convince you otherwise, but clearly it wasnât enough. You broke up with him that night, leaving his apartment immediately after and never looked back, leaving a broken Lando behind. Two amazing years beside you down the drain just like that. Maybe he should tried harder.
He really shouldnât have waited till the last second to express how much he cared, and you would probably never know that, but he still does.Â
After the first month, he started to give up. You wanted nothing to do with him, and honestly, he didnât blame you, so when he realised he would never be able to fix it, he stopped trying, but that doesnât mean he stopped loving you.Â
He still remembers vividly when he got back home after a race weekend and went out for a drive, something he thought could help him get his mind off many things that were going on. It worked, at first, it was going great, really, the fresh Monaco air running through his hair as the music blasted through the speakers, Lando singing at the top of his lungs every single word, until he paid attention to the passenger seat and spotted a shiny little tube. He reached for it, and his world went back down when he realised what it was. Your lipgloss. Not any lipgloss, but your favourite one. The one you used to wear every single day and the one he got so used to tasting and smelling.Â
After that, it was like something shifted inside him. Lando tried hard to forget about you, going to parties, and getting involved with anyone he could take back to his hotel. He never took anyone back to his apartment, the space contained too many happy memories of the two of you; it was almost sacred to him. He would never dare to stain those with one-night stands.Â
Every time he sat on the couch where he watched you leave, for some reason he waited for you to come back. It was stupid; he knew that, but maybe one day you would. And if it wasnât you, he prayed that at least it was someone just like you.Â
Maybe thatâs what he was looking for every other night. Sometimes they were good enough to make him forget, but most of the time, they werenât. They werenât even close to that, because he thought about your lips when he kissed someone else, he thought about your hands when he felt his hair being pulled softly, he thought about your legs when he had someone elseâs wrapped around him, he thought about your eyes when he looked at anyone else.Â
Just when he thinks heâs getting over you, something happens that pulls him back in, and he thinks itâs slowly killing him inside.Â
Tonight was one of those nights. He was at the club with some of his mates, his mind fully enjoying his surroundings, not a trace of you up there, until that song started playing, that stupid song that you used to hum when cooking a meal for the both of you, his mind bringing him back to all those times he hugged you from behind as he watched you and helped you, humming along with you and planting soft kisses every now and then. Or when you were taking a shower and didnât care to keep it down, and he would just enjoy the little concert while he laid on your shared bed, waiting for you to come back to him. Or when you played it in repeat every time you were in the car, messing up a few words even though you had heard it a million times. God, he hated that he got a little sick of it back then.
He stopped moving immediately, and instead, he looked around him, only to spot everyone else dancing along with the melody.Â
Did no one else care about what that song meant? Did no one else think of you?Â
But there was one main topic invading his mind. Did you also think of him when you heard that song? Did you remember all the little moments? Do you even think of him anymore? There was only one way to find out, and even though he promised he wouldnât do it anymore, he just needed to know.Â
Lando took his phone out of his pocket and started walking away from his group, already looking up your contact.Â
âHey mate, where are you going?â Max stopped him, catching a glimpse of what was on his screen.Â
âI just need to step outside for a moment.â
Max looked at him in doubt. He knew how stubborn Lando was when it came to you, so no matter how hard he tried to convince him, there was no stopping him. âAlright, just donât do anything stupid.â
Lando nodded, not really caring what he thought, and kept moving until he finally found a way out of the loud club. He clicked on your contact without even thinking, nervousness washing over him when it started to ring. He waited, and waited, and waited, until it went to voicemail.Â
He was not surprised; it has been like that for a while anyway, but he couldnât deny he was a little hurt.Â
Once the beep ended, he cleared his throat, ready to utter all those questions that he had been dying to know, but he didnât even know where to start. You hadnât talked in so long, how was he supposed to ask such things?
âY/N, itâs me, uh- sorry, I know itâs late and youâre probably sleeping right now, or you just saw my name and didnât feel like picking up, which I get, I donât expect you to⌠you know⌠anyway, uh-âÂ
He has no idea where he was going with this, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât think of segue that made sense. What he truly wanted to ask doesnât make sense either.Â
âI know that you probably donât want to see me again- I donât know but, uh- I wanted to tell you that⌠you left your lipgloss in my car- and I was wondering if maybe you wanted it back, I could stop by one of these nights.â He cleared his throat again, mentally cursing himself at how stupid and desperate he sounded. âAnyway, please call me. Bye.âÂ
He hung up and went back to his car, looking for the lipgloss once again and putting it safely in his pocket before making his way back home.Â
Even with alcohol in his system, it was hard for Lando to go to sleep. If he couldnât ask you over the phone, how could he possibly stand before you and say all those things?
In reality, it was simple. He had nothing to lose if he had already lost you, and who knows, maybe you never stopped loving him either.
The last thing he wanted was to get his hopes up. He wanted to see you come back to him, but seeing you again would be enough.
â・° ⎠â・° âŽÂ
The next morning, you stared at your phone screen for a little too long, debating whether you should listen to his voicemail or just ignore it.Â
You wanted to hear it so bad, but it took you so long to forget about him that you knew you probably shouldnât. Not that you ever forgot about him completely, no, but just enough to go on with your life and pretend to be fine.Â
Curiosity got the best of you, and before you knew it, you were listening to it. You could tell he had been drinking, the alcohol influence was notorious in his voice, and he sounded unsure of what he was telling you. However, you knew he was telling the truth. You did leave your lipgloss in his car, but there had to be another reason for his call, right?
The day went by and you didnât get back to him, but his voice and words lingered in your mind all the time, and at this point, you had convinced yourself that he had an ulterior motive; why else would he call you at 3 AM, drunk, telling you about something you left in his car months ago?
You would be lying if you said you were never close to giving him a call while being drunk, but your friends never let you do something so stupid, telling you to remember why you left him in the first place, but sometimes you wonder just that: why?
It wasnât because you didnât love him anymore; you did, even now, but the heat of the moment made you utter those words without you realising it until it was too late.Â
Your pride would never let you take it back anyway, so you just left his apartment after packing your stuff, with Lando following every turn you made as he begged for you to listen. Sometimes you wondered what would have happened if you never broke up with him, and instead, you listened to what he was telling you; they werenât excuses, you know he meant every word, and maybe you shouldâve given him one more chance.
You werenât sure why, but your mind decided you should see him. Maybe it wasnât the best idea, but god, he had been living in your mind more than usual, and you needed to know if he truly just wanted to give you your lipgloss, and if not, what were the reasons he had, so you texted him the next morning.
â・° ⎠â・° âŽÂ
His heart nearly stopped when he saw your name pop up on his screen. Five simple words that could change everything. Or at least he hoped so.Â
âYou can stop by tonightâ is what the message read, and he immediately started to get nervous.Â
After not getting a response from you the first day, he pretty much gave up and figured you were done with him and would never see you again. He thought you either didnât buy his dumb excuse or didnât care to even listen to his voicemail. But there he was, on his way to see you after four long months.Â
Lando parked outside your apartment, taking a deep breath and rehearsing what heâs been meaning to ask you, his heart pounding with every step he took as he walked towards your door.Â
He kept your lipgloss in his pocket, like he had been doing for the last couple of days, and knocked on your door, a little unsure of how tonight would turn out.Â
The door slowly opened before him, and there you were, standing in front of him as beautiful as always.Â
âHi,â he said nervously as he tried to give you a smile.Â
âHi. You can come in.â You stepped to the side, almost melting at how his delicious scent invaded your nostrils as he walked past you and into your apartment.
âThanks.â He looked around and he felt⌠weird; it was all so familiar yet so strange. That used to be your apartment before you moved in with him, and the memory of all those nights he would stay over came back in a rush. âLove what youâve done with the place.â
âThank you.â
âI see you finally got that lamp,â he said, your eyes following his and finding the green lamp that rested on your console, one that you had been wanting for a while when you still lived with him, but he was never a big fan of it, saying the colour didnât really match with the rest of his apartment.Â
âYeah. I know you always thought the colour was hard to match, but I like it.â
âRight. It looks good,â he said, his eyes finding yours again. âYou look good.â
You didnât know what to say; you wanted to say it back, but something in you didnât let you, so you just nodded and tried to utter a little âthank youâ, but you werenât sure he heard it.Â
âAnyway, uh- I have your lipgloss. I know itâs your favourite one, so I thought I should give it back.â He took it out of his pocket and placed it in your hand. Somehow, it was hard to let it go; it was almost as if he was giving up the last piece of you. he had, apart from the memories.
âThanks,â you said as you took it, your hand brushing his for a split second. You locked eyes with him, waiting for him to say something else, but he didnât. Instead, his gaze dropped to his now empty hands. âIs that really why you are here?â
He thought about it for a moment. No, there were a million reasons he was standing before you right now. He shook his head and took another deep breath, getting ready to finally let it all out.Â
âI miss you,â he looked at you again and saw your intention to say something, probably to stop him from going back to that topic, so he decided to interrupt you. âI know- I know weâve been over this a million times, and a million times you have given me reasons why it canât happen, why we canât happen, but Y/N, for four months Iâve done nothing but miss you and regret how stupid I was for letting you go.âÂ
Unsure of how you would react, he took a step closer to you and tried to hold your hand, almost letting out a sigh of relief when you didnât pull away.Â
âI just need to know, do you miss me? Do you ever think about me, about us?â
You could feel the tears threatening to leave your eyes. You wanted nothing more than to say yes and kiss him, but after how things ended between the two of you, you didnât know if that was a good idea.Â
âYou have no idea how much I wish I could go back and make it right, love you the way you deserve, and show it like I was supposed to. Maybe our time is over, and even if you think itâs better to say goodbye, please donât say goodbye.â
He finally stopped and waited for you to say something. The seconds felt like hours, and it seemed impossible to read your face.
âIâm sorry, Lan.â
âPlease,â he begged, standing even closer to you. âPlease, baby. How can I live without you now that I know what your love feels like, what loving you feels like, and how terrible it is to live without you?â Locking eyes with you, he decided to ask you one more time âDo you miss me?â
His teary gaze was intense, almost suffocating, and you couldnât keep it together any longer. You nodded as your tears started falling down your face, squeezing his big hand back. âBut I donât know if itâs gonna work.â
âYes it will, I will make sure of that. Everything I did wrong the first time, it wonât happen again. I promise.â
âBut what if it doesnât? I canât go through another breakup. Not with you.â Not that he did terrible things, his job was getting in the way of your relationship and you just wished he made an effort to make sure you never felt neglected, but right now, all you could think about was how bad it got for you when you just broke up with him. It was hard to do everything, and you didnât know you could handle it again.
Lando, on the other hand, was sure it would all work out this time if you just gave him one more chance. He was not letting you go, not again.
âI know itâs too much to ask, but please, just give me one more chance. I wonât let it go to waste; Iâll use it so I can spend the rest of my life with you, just like we planned.â Maybe thatâs all you needed to hear. You believed him, but you were somehow scared to give in. âI will never hurt you again, I promise.â
âOkay,â you said, barely above a whisper, so he wasnât completely sure if he had heard you right.
âOkay?â He waited for you to either break his heart again or to make him the happiest man alive.
âYes,â was all you said, leaving all your pride and insecurities behind as you hugged him as tight as you could, almost as if you were making up for all those times you needed his touch but didnât have it.
Lando had more tears in his eyes than before, but they were happy tears now. âCome back, baby, you can bring that lamp.â You let out a genuine laugh for the first time in a while, enjoying the way he was embracing you.
He pulled away and looked at you, as lovingly as always. He couldnât believe you were his again. Putting a strand of hair behind your ear, he was begging with his eyes to kiss you again.
It probably had to be you to make the move this time, you thought, since he was the one that had the courage to do what you didnât. So you did, you closed the gap between you and finally tasted his lips again. It was long and full of love, the kiss transmitting what the words couldnât.
âI love you,â he whispered as he pulled away, with his forehead resting against yours as he caressed all of you.
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drunk dazed !
drunk-roommate!sunghoon x roommate!reader
summary: you never wouldâve expected sunghoonâ resident ice princeâ to be the clingy type of drunk
genre: fluff
warnings: mentions of drinking, sunghoon is drunk (duh), sunghoon and reader arenât dating but they definitely have a crush/lil somethin goin on, you and sunghoon are roommates, you take sunghoons clothes off but itâs in a non sexual manner, he asks you to help him change, ooc sunghoon
a/n: i would consider myself an engene but i think theyâre one of the groups iâm more of a casual fan about if that makes any sense? like i like their music and i consume their content and i have a bias and everything but theyâre not one of my MAIN-main groups yknow? but i still love them and wanted to write something for them and i got this idea about how cute it would be if sunghoon was like clingy n stuff so here we are. tbh i donât love this fic but i just wanted it done and i thought that even if i donât like it maybe someone out there will. i have a jay fic idea in the works too so if you like enhypen thatâll be out eventually too ;)
if somebody bet you twenty bucks that sunghoon was the clingy type drunk, you wouldâve paid them right then and there.
but here you were.
for the past few years you guys had been friends, you donât think you could remember a time you ever saw him drunk. a little tipsy, sure, but never drunk. and then after you became roommatesâ which meant spending even more time around each other than beforeâ you still hadnât seen him get to that state. you had always just assumed he either had a scary high tolerance to alcohol or just didnât like alcohol all that much.
sunghoon had gone out with the rest of the enhypen boys for a couple of drinks that night, which wasnât anything unusual or new. what was unusual and new was the extent to which sunghoon drank himself. when he walked out the door three hours ago you werenât expecting to get a phone call from jay telling you to come pick up your very drunk, very clingy best friend. having to carry a practically incapacitated grown man down the streets of seoul for fifteen minutes and then up a flight of stairs wasnât a scenario you thought about very often but it was as hard as you wouldâve originally imagined.
ây/nnie!â sunghoon whined out into your ear, his weight heavy against your back. a feeling that you would normally find comfort in was now a bit of an inconvenience. you huff out a bit of air and incoherently grumble a bit in what most would consider barely a response, but sunghoon didnât seem to pay much mind as he pressed himself impossibly further into you. it felt like his whole goal was to make this as difficult as possible, as if gravity was dragging his body down to the ground and wanted to take you with him. you trip over your feet but manage to stay somewhat upright, which only makes sunghoon giggle.
you finally managed to stumble your way down the hall to your apartment door, stopping to catch your breath for a moment. as you stood still and panted with your eyes mindlessly locked onto the small apartment numbers on the door, sunghoon took the opportunity to nudge his nose into your cheek, his dark hair tickling the soft skin of your face. the sensation suddenly snapped you out of whatever trance you were in, making your body jolt slightly before you started the process of trying to open the door. youâre not sure why you were so eager to get sunghoon physically away from you while at the same time wanting him to stay attached to you forever. maybe your fast beating heart was from the physical exertion sunghoon put you through; maybe it was from the emotional. you didnât have time to dwell on it now.
you grunted as you tried to shift sunghoonâs weight on your back so you could reach the keys sitting in your back pocket. he mustâve thought you were trying to get him off when you started to move because he let out a whine before gripping onto the front of your shirt in his large hands and tightening his arms around your neck to keep himself on you, which only threw your balance off and made you stumble back. you caught yourself before letting out an exasperated groan. âyouâre making this really difficult, yknow.â sunghoon simply giggled in response and poked your cheek with his pointer finger, moving his head to press his face flat into the side of yours.
âyouâre making this really difficult,â he slurs out his words. you rolled your eyes, but you couldnât help the small smile and soft laugh that escaped your lips.
âthat makes no sense,â you say more to yourself than to him as you finally manage to slide your hand into your back pocket to fish out the apartment keys before unlocking the door and stumbling into the entry way, the sound of your bodies knocking into the wall disturbing the serenity of yours and sunghoonâs (and probably your neighbors) apartment. you somehow managed to slip your shoes off without falling to the wood floor before hauling sunghoon off to his room.
you turn your back to the mattress and completely let go of his weight, letting him flop onto the bed unceremoniously. he let out a grunt as his back hit the sheets, his arm pathetically coming up to try and reach for you once more. you huffed and turned to watch over him for a moment with your hands on your hips while you caught your breath. you watched him paw at the air in search for you before you grasped onto his hand to gently sit him up. he went silent as he tiredly blinked up at you, his pretty, brown eyes practically staring you down.
his intense gaze started to make you nervous, reminding you of a cat watching its owner. his eyes never wavered as he watched you walk over to his closet and rummage around it for a moment before pulling out a plain white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before dropping it onto the bed next to him. âget changed, iâll leave the room.â as you start to walk away, sunghoon gently grasped your wrist in his hand, stopping you in your tracks. your eyes widen and lips part in surprise as you look between his half-lidded eyes, then to where his hand is making contact with your skin, then back again.
âhelp me,â he mumbles out. you open your mouth to deny his request, but upon seeing how he slightly sways side to side from intoxication and exhaustion you decide it would just be easier (and probably safer) to help him. âplease.â
you study his face for any sign of hesitation before you slowly nod. âokay.â you step closer, standing between his legs as he stares up at you. your heart rate spikes at the sight of his flushed face and cute moles and messy hair and gorgeous eyes with their attention completely on you. you blink a few times to snap yourself out of the trance heâs put you in before your shaky hands hesitantly reach for the hem of the shirt he has on.
âlift your arms up.â you direct him once youâve taken the fabric in your grasp to which he complies immediately, limply throwing his arms up into the air. you tug the shirt upâ it gets stuck to which he thrashes around a bit to get it undoneâ and over his head before tossing it into the laundry basket sat in the corner of his room. you try not to stare too hard at the expanse of bare skin suddenly available to you, averting your eyes and swallowing harshly to calm yourself down. you choose not to say anything else before reaching for the black jeans he has on, hooking your fingers through the belt loops to tug him to a standing position. he stumbles slightly before balancing out and giggling, standing like a mannequin waiting to be dressed. which in a way, he kind of was.
you unhook his belt and tug his pants off gently before quickly grabbing the pair of sweats and crouching down to help him step into each leg of the pants. youâre glad you were too focused on getting him into them without him falling to focus on the fact that he had been practically naked in front of you for a few moments. you stand back up and tell him to lift up his arms once more, slipping the shirt onâ without getting it stuck this timeâ and watching the moles that dotted his body disappear underneath the cloak of white fabric. throughout this whole process, his eyes hadnât left your figure even once.
finally having him dressed in clean clothes, you usher him to get into bed, pulling back the covers and gently nudging him onto the mattress. he follows your direction with little resistance, little hums escaping his mouth here and there as he watched you pull up the soft covers and tuck him in gently. âcomfortable?â he does a close eyed nod and smiles softly in response. you smile and nod in return. âgood,â you whisper.
âiâm gonna go get you some water,â you brush his hair off of his forehead and make barely any moves to leave the room, but are stopped by him sitting upright so fast it was as if he was coming back from the dead and his hands shooting out to grab your arm.
âno!â sunghoon lets out a whine of protest, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes starting to gloss over with tears, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout as it starts to tremble. youâre completely caught off guard by his reaction, even more so when he starts to tug you back towards him until your knees are knocking against the bed. âdonât go, donât leave me,â
you think you can hear your heart breaking at the sight, the feeling of it clenching uncomfortably in your chest overwhelming. you smile softly at him and reach out your free hand to pet his head in an attempt to soothe him, his lashes fluttering and head leaning into your palm at the sensation. âiâm just gonna go get you some water. you wonât even notice that iâm gone.â
âi always notice when youâre gone.â sunghoonâs voice rings out so clear and suddenly he looks the most sober heâs been the entire night. his vulnerability; it catches you off guard, but you canât help but like the way it feels coming from him. itâs silent for a few moments more as you let the words heâs said sink into your brain. âjust stay with me,â he whispers, as if afraid that if he speaks too loud, the fragile, glass-like state of whatever it is you two are in will shatter under his words.
you blink at him a few times before nodding softly. âokay,â you whisper back. sunghoon pulls back the covers before he guides you onto the open space heâs left you, laying down and tugging the blanket over your shoulders. after he deems you properly tucked in, he rests his cheek on his hands and stares. you both study each other in the moonlit room, your features somehow more ethereal in the soft glow. âyou should go to sleep. you donât want a hangover in the morning,â you whisper.
âi will in a minute,â he whispers back. you can see the cogs turning in his head, as if he was debating both for and against himself in his mind. you realize what that look was for though when the bed dips slightly under his weight as he shuffles closer to you, his arm coming up to rest heavy on your waist. âjust let me do this,â he slides his other arm under your head before pulling you until you were pressed against his body. he lets out a sigh into the quiet night as his body finally seems to fully relax, the feeling of you against him helping his hyped up state from the clubbing and alcohol dissipate. he tucks your head underneath his chin, his hand mindlessly rubbing back and forth on your back, lulling you into a sleepy state as well.
you press yourself closer to him and bring your arms to wrap around his torso to hold him in return as you let your eyes flutter shut. âgoodnight, sunghoon.â
âgoodnight, y/n.â he replies, his breathing evening out as he drifts off to sleep. you smile to yourself before you drift off shortly after, meeting him once more in your dreams.
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Silver Linings
summary: youâve had a baby and youâve had enough, you want your wife, goddammit!
warnings: SMUT 18+, just sex alright, im too lazy to read back and see what there is
a/n: thanks for the request !
word count: 1.2k
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Youâre lying in bed, counting the new cracks in the ceiling. Youâre convinced theyâve multiplied since the baby was born. Or maybe itâs just that youâre always staring up these days, wishing for sleep. You read somewhere that the Spanish government once paid people to make babies. But they donât mention how they donât pay enough for someone to come and take the baby off your hands every now and then.
But whoâs counting?
Alexiaâs beside you, scrolling through her phone like it owes her money. Sheâs wearing that ridiculous sleep shirt with Messiâs face on itâsome joke you donât quite understand but one that involves a poorly executed bet, a late-night purchase, and more tequila than youâd care to remember. Youâre not sure what makes you more irritated: the shirt or the fact that she looks hot in it. Even with the dark circles under her eyes.
You clear your throat, trying to get her attention. Itâs like trying to wake a bear from hibernation. She just grunts and scrolls faster.
âHey, Messiâs number one fan,â you say, nudging her with your foot. âPut the phone down before you sprain your thumbâ
She glances over at you, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, but thereâs a flicker of interest there. âWhat? You wanna talk about our feelings now?â
âNo, I want to talk about the state of our sex life,â you reply, deadpan. âWhich is currently on life supportâ
Alexia raises an eyebrow, finally putting her phone down on the nightstand. âOh? You wanna do something about that?â
You shrug, trying to play it cool, but the truth is, youâve been thinking about this all day. Well, between the nappy changes, the feedings, and trying to remember when the last time you showered was.
âI mean, we probably should. Before the baby wakes up and finds out weâre trying to have funâ
Alexia grins, a little too wickedly for someone whoâs supposed to be sleep-deprived. âYou know, Iâve been waiting for you to say something. Itâs like you read my mindâ
âOh yeah? Was it before or after you ordered that new strap?â
She laughs, the sound low and throaty. âBefore. Definitely before. The new strap was just⌠insuranceâ
âInsurance?â you snort. âYou mean like how some people buy a fire extinguisher for their kitchen?â
âExactly. You never know when youâre going to need itâ
Youâre laughing now, genuinely, and it feels good. It feels like the first real laugh youâve had in weeks. Maybe months. The kind that shakes off the dust thatâs settled between the two of you, the kind that makes you remember why you fell for her in the first place.
Sheâs already moving, shedding the Messi shirt in one smooth move. Thereâs something almost ceremonial about the way she does it, as if sheâs readying herself for battle. You swallow hard, the familiar heat building in your belly. Itâs been so long since youâve felt anything but tired, anything but stretched too thin.
When she climbs back into bed, sheâs got that glint in her eye that says sheâs up to no good. âYou ready for this?â
You raise an eyebrow. âFor you to pretend you know what youâre doing?â
She rolls her eyes, but sheâs smiling as she kisses you, hard and possessive. Itâs all teeth and tongue, a little desperate, a little sloppy, but itâs enough to make your toes curl. You gasp into her mouth when her hands start to roam, fingers grazing over your still-sensitive skin. Everythingâs too much and not enough, and you canât help the little whimper that escapes your lips.
âEasy,â she murmurs against your mouth. âWeâve got all nightâ
âYeah, until the baby wakes up and decides to serenade us with her cries,â you mutter, but youâre already arching into her touch.
âYouâre right,â she says, her voice dropping an octave, sending shivers down your spine. âWe better make this quickâ
You laugh, but it quickly turns into a moan as she kisses her way down your body, her hands gripping your thighs like sheâs afraid youâll disappear if she doesnât hold on tight. Youâve missed this, missed her. Not just the sex, but the connection, the way she makes you feel like youâre the only two people in the world, even when youâre surrounded by chaos.
When she finally reaches into her bedside table and pulls out the strap, the new one, and you canât help but roll your eyes. âYouâve been waiting for this, havenât you?â
She just smirks. âI told you. Insuranceâ
âRight,â you say, but your breath catches in your throat when she presses the tip against you, the cool silicone a stark contrast to your overheated skin. Youâre sensitive, achingly so, and the stretch of it has you chaining air, your fingers digging into the sheets.
âToo much?â she asks, her voice softening for the first time tonight.
You shake your head, biting your lip as you try to focus on the sensation, the delicious burn thatâs equal parts pleasure and pain. âNo, itâs⌠itâs good. Really goodâ
She moves slowly, deliberately, and you can tell sheâs trying to be gentle, trying not to overwhelm you. But thereâs a tension in her body, a barely contained need that mirrors your own, and itâs not long before sheâs thrusting harder, her hands gripping your hips, tethering you to the earth.
Itâs overwhelming, the way she fills you up, the way she looks at you like youâre the only thing that matters. You can feel the coil tightening in your belly, the pressure building to a breaking point. Itâs almost too much, too intense, but you canât stop yourself from chasing that high, from wanting more.
âFuck,â you breathe, your nails raking down her back. âIâm gonnaââ
But before you can finish, she shifts her angle, hitting that perfect spot inside you, and itâs like a dam breaking. You come apart with a strangled cry, your body trembling with the force of it, and sheâs right there with you, whispering filthy praise into your ear, her voice raw with desire.
When itâs over, youâre both a mess, caught in the sheets, your bodies slick with sweat. You can barely catch your breath, but thereâs a satisfied smile on your face, one that mirrors hers. Itâs not perfect, itâs not the earth-shattering, movie-ending kind of sex, but itâs real. And thatâs enough.
As you lie there, trying to remember how to form coherent thoughts, she pulls you close, her arm draped over your waist. âWe should do this more often,â she says, her voice sleepy but content.
âYeah,â you murmur, already half-asleep. âIf we ever get the chanceâ
But for now, youâre content to just lie here, basking in the afterglow, knowing that youâve still got each other. And maybe, just maybe, thatâs enough to get you through the sleepless nights and endless nappy changes.
As you start to drift off, you hear the faint sound of the baby stirring in the next room. You groan, burying your face in Alexiaâs neck. âYour turnâ
She laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âFine, but only because you did all the hard workâ
You snort, but you canât help but smile as she slips out of bed, pulling on the Messi shirt once more. As she heads out to tend to the baby, you close your eyes, feeling more at peace than you have in weeks. Maybe even months.
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Pay Attention to Me
Pervert!teez: a collaboration within pirateeznet featuring:
Hongjoong written by @potatomountain | Yunho written by @skteezcursed | Yeosang written by @desirehorizon
San written by @flurrys-creativity | Mingi written by @mingsolo | Wooyoung written by @daddyfordaeddy | Jongho written by @sanjoongie
Pairing: Camboy!Seonghwa x reader Summary:Â You're roommates with Seonghwa, and he's been trying to get your attention for a while now, maybe you'll finally pay attention to him after what he's done. wc:Â 4.8k AU: college and camboy!Hwa Genre: Smut MDNI warnings: Fem!reader, perv!Seonghwa, livestreaming on sex sites, masturbation, panty stealing, reader being upset cause life is stupid and frustrating, reader bursting in on Hwa's livestream, yelling, teasing, edging, vaginal penetration, reader and Seonghwa being switches, listening in on someone getting off, pet names (baby, doll), unprotected sex (use a condom y'all), biting, hickeys, nipple play, handjobs, kinda praise kink, some light degradation, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, rough sex, mentions of exhibitionist fantasies, I think that's it, please tell me if I missed anything!
You got home after a long day at university, your classes kicking your ass as always, flopping down face first on your bed. Thankfully, the apartment was quiet, your roommate Seonghwa nowhere to be seen nor heard. Whatever he did in his room, it seemed to only happen at night, which between that and the sounds that sometimes traveled between the thin walls that separate your bedrooms gave you enough clues as to how he earned money. There were times that his job made it hard for you to focus on studying late at night, and you swore that he was loud on purpose sometimes.Â
You never really minded having Seonghwa as your roommate, itâs not like he was an asshole or anything like that. Honestly, he was the best roommate you had had over the years, as he paid you his half of the bills on time, and left you alone when you needed alone time, and it didnât hurt that he was attractive.
He usually went out of his way to bring you things throughout the week, and unless you were neck deep in an assignment, you always thanked him. Like now, as your door opened to reveal Park Seonghwa in all his glory, looking like a fucking supermodel.
âI bought you some chocolate, it was on sale at the grocery store.â He said, walking into your room and dropping it next onto an empty spot on your desk.
You looked up at him, âThank you Seonghwa.â
âYou can call me Hwa, yâknow,â he reminded you, smirking down at you.
âIâll remember that for next time,â you said, both of you knowing full well you wouldnât remember. Whether on purpose or not, was up for debate.
He moved to lay on your bed as you watched him walk over. Your eyes locked on him as he stretched, arching his back in the process before he relaxed fully, smirking when his eyes met yours. You looked away quickly, focusing back on your work.Â
Seonghwa just lays there silently looking at you while you work, waiting to see if youâll give him and look at him. If youâll give in and pay attention to him. Like heâs wanted you to do for the last year.
You had noticed Seonghwa, but you never acted on it. First, you were too busy with school, and second, you didnât want to ruin the dynamic you two had currently. You enjoyed that you both worked well as roommates, and honestly, good roommates werenât a dime a dozen. Plus, he was really nice and friendly, when he wasnât being a bit odd. But his oddities never outweighed the good that he brought to the table.
He continued to lay on your bed for at least a couple hours, you were too absorbed in your schoolwork to notice exactly when he left your room, but you felt something was off. However, you couldnât say what exactly was off about your room, so you chalked it up to him just accidentally disturbing something while he had entered or left. You thought nothing of it as you left your room to get a quick snack before heading to bed. You did have an exam in one of your classes tomorrow morning, and you needed all the rest you could get. And maybe youâd get to sleep before Seonghwaâs nighttime activities started up once again.
You stumbled into your apartment, completely drained yet also feeling ready to scream. Your day could not have gone worse, and you hoped that maybe youâd be fine now that you were finally back at home. Taking a deep breath as you slid off your shoes and headed towards your bedroom, you heard noise coming from Seonghwaâs bedroom. You felt your body tense up once again, hoping that youâd have the house to yourself since your roommate supposedly had class tonight, but you were wrong.Â
You tried your best to ignore the sounds coming through the walls, tried to ignore the moans, as you entered your room and found it decidedly messier than you left it. It looked like someone had rummaged through everything, but you had left it organized and clean when you left this morning.
In particular, you found that your dresser had been almost ransacked. The drawers had been opened and closed haphazardly and you knew that no one but Seonghwa had access to the apartment, so it had to be your roommate. You couldnât believe that he would actually look through your drawers, and as you took a breath and tried to calm down as you fixed the drawers, you noticed that your laundry basket was included in the ransacking of your bedroom, and saw that the pair of underwear you had thrown in their this morning had disappeared. You couldnât believe that your roommate would be such a fucking pervert, and all patience and calm left you as you stormed out of your room, first banging on his door before slamming Seonghwaâs door open.
As you slammed his door open and went to yell at him, you instead found him in his bed, one pair of your underwear held up to his face, while another was wrapped around his length. You saw his camera recording and the stream up on his monitor, meaning that he was live on whatever cam site he used. The pervert was using your clothes to get off in front of others, and you couldnât believe the audacity. But, you quickly focused back on the matter at hand.Â
Seonghwa turned to look at you, as he continued to stroke himself, and as you two made eye contact, his eyes rolled back as he came into your underwear. His body tense as his orgasm washed over him while a stain appeared in the underwear wrapped around his dick.
You stood there shocked into silence as you watched him orgasm, unable to make any noise at all. You couldnât believe what you had just witnessed, and as much as you were furious, you werenât sure what to do now. Except maybe burn both pairs of underwear that he had taken.
By the time you had returned to reality and managed to put together words to yell at him, you found that he had ended his livestream, and had returned back to laying on his bed, your underwear still in his possession.
âYouâre a fucking pervert!â you yelled at him, finally able to say something, âYou really went and stole my underwear to jerk off into for your perverted desires.â
âI did,â Seonghwa admitted, staring at you, âWhat about it?â
âWhat about it?! Youâre a perverted bastard,â you shouted, âYou rummaged through my room and used my clothes, covering them in your sperm!â You shivered in disgust at the reminder of what you witnessed.
âIâd say youâre the pervert here,â he countered, âYou stood there and watched me cum into your underwear.â
âI-,â you stuttered, unable to think of a quick response to his words.
âCat got your tongue?â He taunted you, raising an eyebrow at you.
âHow can I be the pervert when you were the one using my underwear to get yourself off,â you replied back, turning to leave the room.
âYet you watched, and I know youâve heard me when Iâve been working. I bet you had some fantasies about me, but here you are calling me a pervert,â he said, and before you could leave the doorway, a hand gripped your wrist, stopping you.
âPark Seonghwa, let me go,â you said, trying to pull your arm out of his hold, to no avail.
âHmm, no. I donât want to,â he said, pulling you back into his chest, âYou arenât even curious as to why I took your underwear? Not even the slightest bit nosy?â His voice was like velvet as he whispered in your ear.
Your body stiffened as he held onto you, as his arms wrapped around your torso. You were curious, but you didnât want to give him the satisfaction of winning. You didnât want to give in, though fucking hell it was tempting. Seonghwa was so tempting, but he was also a panty sniffing pervert and you were at war over what you would do next.
âYou wonât even respond to me, doll?â Seonghwa asked you, his hold on you growing just the tiniest bit tighter.
You bit your lip to stop any noises that threatened to escape, and this didnât go unnoticed by Seonghwa, whose chuckle made you shiver.
âAre you trying to keep your pretty whines from me?â He said, one of his hands coming up to cup your face, as his thumb pulled your bottom lip down while you whined at his actions, too flustered by his presence to stop yourself.
âThereâs those pretty noises,â he mused, âI finally get to hear them without having to strain my ears to hear them through the wall.â
At his confession, you managed to find it in yourself to pull away from him, turning to face him. He had been listening to you pleasure yourself through your shared wall? God he really was a pervert. You had been fooled into thinking that he was sweet and nice and not someone whoâd do these kinds of things.
âWhat the fuck?â You said, both to him and to yourself, âYou really are a nasty fucking perv.â
âIâm a nasty fucking perv who wants you,â Seonghwa said, reaching out to pull you close once again, and you let him.Â
You were unable to stop yourself from thinking about how many times he had listened to you, and you know that he must have heard you call out his name at least once. You felt his hand come up to cup your cheek, as he tilted your head back so your eyes met his. This was when you realized just how close you were, his face only inches away.
âHello doll,â He said, a smirk on his face, âCan I kiss you?â
You almost wanted to giggle, it felt so different from the Seonghwa only minutes prior, but you responded by closing the distance between the two of you, your lips connecting. It was gentle at first, neither of you pushing for more, and you felt yourself melting into your roommateâs arms. And that was when Seonghwa took control of the kiss, as his lips pressed hard against yours as you were almost gasping for air as he did so. You felt him smirk into the kiss, before his tongue swiped your bottom lip, and you allowed him to take more, feeling completely swept up in his actions, in Seonghwa himself.
You kept kissing him until he pulled away, and you found yourself almost out of breath as you stared up at him, while he smirked down at you. Your eyes were wide open and just starting to become the slightest bit glassy. You looked debauched and he loved it, he loved the way you looked at him, the way your clothes were just starting to look ruffled.
âAre you okay there doll?â He asked you, knowing full well that you were a bit lost for words, judging by your expression.
âHave you always kissed like that?â You asked him, catching him off guard, but he just chuckled and nodded, answering your question.
Instead of saying anything more, you just wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss, needing more from him, needing more of him. Your lips crashed together against him and it wasnât long before Seonghwa once again took control of the kiss once again, as his hands wandered down your body and found your ass. You gasped into the kiss as he squeezed, your back arching and pushing you closer to him.
Seonghwa started walking you both back towards his bed as you kissed, sitting down and pulling you down onto his lap as your legs straddled it. You didnât pull away from him despite the change in location, his lips having become addictive. It took Seonghwa pulling back for you to stop, and you whined as the kiss ended, desiring more.
âI donât think Iâm the pervert anymore, youâre even needier than I am, baby,â Seonghwa said, chuckling, âBut I love seeing you like this. Youâre so adorable like this, all needy for my kisses.â
You felt your cheeks flush and heat up, knowing that he wasnât wrong. You had become needier for him, for his touch and kisses. You wanted more and as his hands squeezed your cheeks once again, you couldnât do much more than whine and lightly grind down into his lap.
âOh? Have I gotten you all riled up, darling?â Seonghwa said, already knowing the answer.
You hid your face in his chest, unable to respond, which only made Seonghwa smirk further, knowing he had succeeded in making you flustered. Well, more flustered than you had been prior. Your hands find purchase in his hair, lightly tugging on the strands. This prompts a moan from Seonghwa, as his eyes closed as you tugged on his hair once again.
âB-Baby,â he stuttered, âIf you keep doing that, you wonât be leaving this bed for the rest of the day.â
You tugged at his hair one more time, harder than you had before, and his reaction is immediate. His head fell backwards as he groaned and ground up into you, before you suddenly found yourself looking up at him as he leaned over you as you laid on his bed.
His eyes were wide but filled with desire as he stared down at you. He spoke as his eyes connected with yours, âYou asked for it now, baby. I hope youâre ready for the consequences.â
You didnât have a moment to ponder what those consequences would be before his mouth was attached to your neck, sucking and biting on the skin. You felt him bite down hard enough to leave a hickey behind on your neck, right where you were the most sensitive. You moaned as he continued kissing your skin, before he pulled away so he could remove your top, leaving the top half of your body exposed. He sat up, laying on top of your hips as he stared down at you, taking in the sight of you on his bed.
âYouâre so pretty, doll,â Seonghwa said, âI canât wait to ruin you and make you even prettier.â
You looked up at him as he just continued to stare down at you, before you got impatient and reached for his arms, pulling him forward towards you. He almost fell right on top of you, quickly pulling his arms out of your hold to brace himself above you.
âSomeoneâs impatient, I see,â he mused, chuckling at your actions. You didnât give him any response, frustrated with him taking his time now that you were topless. Your hands snaked their way into his hair once again, pulling on it and tilting his head back in the process.
Seonghwa was taken by surprise at your actions, and in a split-second decision where you decided to fuck it and take what you wanted from him, now that he had gotten you worked up, you pushed him off of you and onto his back next to you. You climbed into his lap, straddling his hips. As he stared up at you with a bit of shock in his eyes, you took advantage of his nearly naked state and left your own set of marks, starting at his neck and trailing down his collarbone to his chest. If he was going to play this game with you, you wouldnât let him win easily. Or at all.
You looked up at him, finding his head tilted back as his eyes disappeared into his skull, and suddenly something snapped into place in you and you wanted to see him like this more. You wanted to get back at him for being such a pervert.
Your mouth wrapped around one of his nipples, softly sucking on it, your tongue swirling around the bud as the man squirmed underneath you, noises falling from his mouth as he was unable to stop them. This only spurred you on more, as your other hand came up to play and pinch his other nipple, while you bit down softly on the one you were teasing with your tongue.Â
âF-fucking hell doll,â Seonghwa panted, trying to catch his breath, âW-Where did this come from?â He asked, before groaning as you continued your actions.
You pulled away from his nipple, giving him a tiny break, âYou took too long,â You said, like it was obvious.
Deciding to move on from torturing his nipples, you kissed and bit your way down his torso, as his hands found purchase in your hair, his grip not overly tight, but enough that it felt good, and pushed you to move further down his body. Once you reached his boxers, you looked up at him, seeing that he was watching you intently, though you could see that his eyes were dark with desire and need.Â
You only paused for a moment more before you moved to straddle his legs, as his hands moved away, so that you could remove his underwear. You hadnât really paid attention to what his length looked like when you had barged in earlier, but now you realized that he was definitely larger than average. You were only pulled from your thoughts when Seonghwa chuckled, as you looked up at him.
âDoes my size shock you baby?â he asked, raising an eyebrow, while you blushed and looked away from him.
âN-No,â you said, stuttering slightly.
He only laughed once again, finding your reaction adorable, and telling you as much. You pouted, but quickly found your composure again and wrapped a hand around Seonghwaâs cock, stroking it once as he groaned in response. You smirked at making him speechless with just one little action.
You continued stroking him from base to tip, changing up the speed ever so slightly to see what affects him the most. As you watched him slowly start to fall apart in front of you, you felt yourself start to become needy like you had been before. You ground your hips down onto his thighs as you stroked him, as Seonghwa started pleading with you, becoming overwhelmed as a result of everything going on, as well as the realization that heâd finally get to have you, that you were here and finally paying attention to him.
âBaby, please,â he pleaded, âI need more, need you.â
Whines were falling from his mouth as he continued to beg and plead, becoming more desperate as you purposefully slowed down the speed of your hand. You continued teasing him until you both couldnât take it anymore. You were so aroused that you were constantly grinding down onto his thighs for stimulation, while Seonghwaâs eyes were filled with tears as he was reaching his limit.
You decided it was time to put him out of his misery, as well as some much needed release for yourself. You moved off of his legs, so you could pull off the rest of your clothing, leaving yourself entirely nude. You saw his eyes roam your body, and you felt the desire to ruin him as you took him in, his dick that was fully hard and straining, needing release, his pretty pink nipples hard and in need of more attention, and his expression. Oh, his expression was beautiful, his eyes filled with tears and looking at you, pleading for you to give him more pleasure, his bottom lip swollen and red from where he kept biting it, and his cheeks with a pretty blush across them, telling you just how affected he was by all of your actions.
You straddled his hips once again, bracing yourself against his abs as you lined yourself up with his cock. You slowly sunk down onto it, your eyes rolling back as you were filled with his length, the feeling better than any dildo or toy you had tried thus far. Both Seonghwa and you moaned as he bottomed out inside of you, the feeling intense for the two of you.
You adjusted to the feeling of him inside your hole, feeling more filled and satisfied than you could remember, and you wondered why it had taken so long for you to finally give in to your desires. Slowly, you rose back up, till only the tip of his length remained inside, before you sunk back down again.
You felt Seonghwaâs hands come up to rest on your hips, his grip tight but not tight enough to hurt you. His hands helped guide you as you rode him, as you braced yourself once again, with your hands on his abs. As you slowly bounced on his cock, watching the man underneath you losing himself in the pleasure, as you slowly felt that same lust consume you as well, as you leaned forward and connected your lips to his.
In between kisses, Seonghwa kept babbling about how good you feel around him, and how heâd imagined this moment, but this was so much better than he ever could have imagined. You giggled at him, finding him adorable but kissed him hard to shut him up, taking control of the kiss as you increased the pace, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. You swallowed any whines that escaped his mouth, before pulling away and pulling off of his length just before he was going to come.
âWhy,â he whined at you, âPlease please please, baby, let me cum please.â
Seonghwa kept pleading, but you only chuckled before lining yourself up and sinking back down on him at an excruciatingly slow pace. You wanted to hear him beg, it made you even hornier, as you looked down at him as he begged and pleaded with you while his large, pretty eyes filled with tears, and some had already made their way down his cheeks.
You reached down to cup his cheek as you started bouncing up and down on his length, smiling down at him. âYou look so pretty like this, doll,â you said, placing emphasis on the pet name, as you saw his eyes roll back as the word rolled off your tongue.
You felt him thrust up into you, making you sink down fully on his cock and stop moving entirely. âAh ah ah, no moving or I stop moving. Patience gets you much further than disobeying me,â you told him, feeling on a high as the combination of the feelings of lust and power push you to be bolder than you normally would be.
He immediately stilled, as a petulant whine left his mouth. You didnât expect him to listen so well, but you wanted to see more of him like this. So obedient and a good boy for you. You rewarded him with starting to ride him once again, quickly setting a fast pace even as your thighs burned.
You felt yourself come closer to your own release as you rode him, squeezing and clenching down around his length as you slowly got closer to falling off that cliff into your own pleasure. You found yourself having to brace yourself even more against his torso as you chased your own orgasm, as Seonghwa whined and cried out as he was close to reaching his own.
You saw Seonghwa getting close, and in another power play, you dropped down once again, sitting fully on his dick. You saw tears fall down his cheeks as he was prevented from coming for a second time. You got unbelievably more aroused as you watched him cry, as you brought your hand to your clit, your thumb rubbing circles as you felt your high get closer and closer. You saw Seonghwaâs eyes widen as he watched you get off while sitting on his length, his eyes glassy with lust as he sat so close to the edge of pleasure.
âGonna get off on your cock,â you said to him, moaning as he babbled and begged you to let him come, enjoying how much power you had over him in that moment.
You added just a tiny bit more pressure to your clit, needing just a bit more to push you over that edge. You clenched down around Seonghwaâs length as the pleasure of your orgasm rushed over you, keeping yourself upright only by your hand on his torso, as your pussy tried to milk him for his seed.
As you rode out your high, you keened in pleasure as wave after wave washed over you. Your eyes had rolled back so you were unable to see Seonghwa watching you intently, memorizing what exactly you looked like lost in the throes of your orgasm. Though just as you came out of the haze you had been in, you found yourself on the bed as Seonghwa snapped.
âItâs my turn to take what I want, doll,â he growled, pushing your legs up over his shoulders, âYou made me wait, and I canât wait anymore.â
You tried to retort, but as he started a brutal pace, chasing his own high now, you were unable to speak, only whines and moans coming out of you. His hands on either side of your body, gripping the sheets in a death grip. The sounds of skin slapping against skin was the only noise in the room, besides the grunts and moans coming out of both of you, as you found another release rapidly approaching while Seonghwa let out strings of curses, telling you that he was close as well.Â
You knew your bottom and thighs would be bruised in the morning with the force behind his thrusts, but in the moment, it felt so fucking amazing, and you wanted more of it. You were so close to the edge, and you just needed the slightest bit of stimulation before you would tumble over that edge. Seonghwa picked up on it, angling to hit that sweet spot inside as his fingers rubbed circles into your clit, pushing you right over the edge within seconds of him doing so.
Your eyes rolled back into your head as your second orgasm washed over you, your body tensing as you felt Seonghwa hit his high as his hips stuttered before his sperm filled you up, the sensation of which prolonged your own high. You whined at the feeling of being filled as the pleasure hitting you over and over again felt like it lasted forever.Â
âFuck, baby,â Seonghwa said, his voice a little hoarse, âYour little pussy is really trying to milk me.â
You looked up at him with glassy eyes, still being lost in the haze of how good he had made you feel. He cooed at you, a slight smile on his face as he saw how fucked out you were as a result of him. He winced slightly as he slipped out of your hole, his length feeling very sensitive. He watched as his seed leaked out of you, and if he hadnât been edged by you, the sight of it would have made him hard once more. It was such a pretty sight for him, as he imagined you sitting in class as his come leaked into your panties, as you tried not to let anyone know about your before class activities.Â
He shook those thoughts away temporarily, intent on returning to them later, as he left you in his bed while he ran to get a warm towel and wipes to clean you, wanting to make sure you were taken care of properly. He was very gentle with you as he wiped you down and cleaned you up, making sure you were as thoroughly clean as he could while you still laid in bed. You watched him perform this aftercare and smiled gently at him when he returned to you after putting everything away as sliding onto the bed next to you.
âDid you have a fun time doll, with your perverted roommate?â He asked you with a smirk on his face, to which you smacked his arm before turning away from him.
âOnce a pervert, always a pervert,â you complained, ignoring him.
âBut you finally paid attention to this pervert, so I got what I wanted baby,â he said to you, his arms coming to wrap around your body, pulling you close to him. You let him, content to stay in his arms for now.
âYou wanted me to pay attention to you, all this time?â you asked, thinking he was being silly.
âThat was all I wanted, doll. I just wanted your attention on me, and only me.â
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You promised
Summary: Jisung unlocked a new fear: you leaving him.
Pairing: Werewolf Jisung X noona female reader
Warnings: smut, insecurities, jealousy, mentions of baby traping, switch Jisung, handcuffs, some angst (you know me)
Note: the first scene takes place during Chenleâs story, so if you havenât read that one it may be confusing, but you donât need it. And to my followers: thanks for waiting! This is just a short scenario to get back into writing and grammar/spelling wasnât checked but oh what the hell, enjoy!
âA WHAT?!â
Jisung's usually deep and quiet voice turned into an uncharacteristic squeal as a response to what his best friend had just confessed. Any other day he would have immediately apologized to the other customers, who jumped and turned around, surprised at his sudden yell, but he was so scandalized that all he cared about right now was for Chenle to tell him he had misheard him.
âA memory loss spellâŚ,â Chenle repeated, his eyes looking empty as he took another sip of beer.
âWHAâ,â Jisung caught himself before he could scare everyone in the pub again and proceeded by lowering his voice. âBut you two are mated!â
Chenle nodded slowly. âAnd we are so bad at it that our pack leader himself told us we were better off never seeing each other again. Forgetting the other ever exists.â
Jisung opened and closed his mouth dumbly before trying to come up with an alternative solution. âYou guys j-just need some time andââ
âWe've been together for months, Jisung. SheâŚ,â Chenle sighed and entangled his fingers in his hair with frustration. âShe hates meâŚâ
There was a moment of agonizing silence until Jisung's own eyes became watery when he heard a quiet sob coming from Chenle.
âButâŚâ the younger one insisted. âIt was so hard for you two to get togetherâŚyou c-can't just forget everythingâŚâ
âMaybe it was hard because we weren't meant to be together,â Chenle said bitterly, still hiding his face behind his palms, like this would keep the other from finding out tears were rolling down his cheeks. âI literally forced her to stay with me and it still didn't work.â
Jisungâs hand hesitantly reached for one of Chenle's to uncover his face and meet his reddened, swollen eyes. âThere has to be another way, Chenle.â
Chenle forced a weak smile. âYeah? What would you do if your mate hated you so much she wanted to forget you and leave you behind?â
Jisung froze. His brain couldn't even phantom the idea of his mate leaving him. He had assumed once a wolf had bitten his partner they were bonded together forever. He had had a really hard time making you understand that he was serious about you and accepting him as a mate. But now he was finding out that not even the mark on your neck could secure you by his side.
âWhy? Did she say something to you?â Jisung finally asked, tightening his grasp on Chenleâs wrist.
âNo, why would your mate tell meâ?â It was Chenle's turn to be confused. âShe and I barely interact unless you're around. You know that.â
âThen why would you say that?â The younger wolf insisted, not letting go of the other.
âI was just asking what you would do if she wanted to leaveââ
âShe won't,â Jisung stated. âShe fucking won't.â
âI'm not saying she will!â Chenle insisted, with a frustrated groan and forcing Jisung's fingers to let go of him. âI'm asking for advice! What would you do in this kind of situation?â
Jisung sat back and exhaled shakily, trying to get a grip. Right, you weren't actually leaving him. It was all hypothetical, because you would never ever do that to him. It was impossible, considering the way you looked at him with so much attention and adoration that he often forgot what he wanted to say and blushed like an idiot. Or the way you played with his hair when you cuddled. Or the way you stuttered whenever you paid close attention to his hands. Or the way your body arched when he touched youâŚ
No, he was sure you would never do that to him. But if he ever found out you had such thoughts he wouldâ
âTake her far away,â he murmured, still lost in his thoughts, and not even aware he was saying it out loud. âSomewhere no one else could find us. Just the two of us. And keep her there for as long as I have until she changes her mind. Make sure she needs me the way I need her. Baby trap her if I have toââ
âYou're terrified of children,â Chenle pointed out, taking Jisung out of his trance.
JIsung blinked quickly and looked at Chenle with wide eyes. âHuh?â
âBeing a dad scares you,â Chenle reminded him, arching his eyebrows inquisitively. âYet you said you would⌠baby trap your mate?â
âB-babyâ,â Jisung stuttered, blushing. âI didn'tâŚIâ did I?â
Chenle squinted at him, momentaneously forgetting about his own problem because something was clearly wrong with Jisung as well. âAre you having your rut anytime soon?â
âYeah, Iâthis weekend probably, uhâŚyeahâŚâ
âThat's why you're saying weird thingsâŚâ Chenle sighed. âYou have the most possessive instinct I've ever seen in a werewolf.â
Jisung laughed awkwardly.
Chenle analyzed the younger man as he fidgeted on his chair. For a while now, he had been wondering if they were losing Jisung to his animal side because sometimes he did and said things that his introvert best friend would never.
Should he alert the others? Just in case?
His thoughts were interrupted by Jisung spilling beer all over his clothes and clumsily trying to clean up after himself. Chenle snorted and grabbed some tissues to help him.
What was he even thinking?
Jisung wasn't dangerous.
So Chenle pushed those thoughts away to focus on his own problems with his partner.
Jisung, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about that stupid hypothetical scenario. He kept telling himself that things were fine, that you had shown no sign of wanting to end things and that he had nothing to worry about.
Until the moment his rut was due.
You both had planned to spend it together in your apartment, because he was too shy to do it at his place, with the rest of the pack around. He showed up with a backpack with clothes and some essentials, trembling hands, and a light blush on his cheeks. The implications of what he was here to do made him feel dirty, but at the same time he had been anticipating this all week. His rut hadnât started yet, but he was already feeling a little feverish and weak, so you made sure to take good care of him by drying his hair after a shower, feeding him something light, and cuddling him to sleep.
You caressed his face gently as he inhaled and exhaled peacefully. He was adorable. It was hard to believe he had presented as an alpha.
You pressed your thighs together at the memories flooding your head. You were feeling a bit needy since the moment he had shown up at your door, but you knew it was better to let him rest during pre-rut, so you pulled away and got up, walking out of the room quietly.
Grabbing your phone and your wallet, you decided to go to a store nearby before it was too late, so you could buy some extra snacks. Last time Jisung had devoured everything he could find in your kitchen once he wasnât feeling horny anymore, so it was better to be prepared. But as soon as you opened the front door, it was slammed closed by Jisung, who was towering over you from behind.
âWhere are you going?â his raspy deep voice asked, panting next to your ear.
âIâ,â You tried to turn around to face him but he growled, so you stayed still. âI was g-gonna buy us some snacksââ
âWe have plenty,â he said curtly. âYou checked earlier.â
âWe could get some more, you know, just in case?â
âIn case of what?â
âIn case you need more food? Youâre a big boy andââ
âMan.â
Right, he hated you calling him that. âYouâre a grown man,â you rephrased, stressing the word that seemed to be so important to him. âAnd you may get hungry.â
âHungry?â he echoed, taking a step back to give you some space to turn around and look into your eyes. He didnât seem to fully believe you.
âYes. So donât worry about it, and go back to bed, okay?â you said, pushing him lightly to guide him back to the bedroom.
But suddenly he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the room with him, locking the door behind him and leaning on it as if he was guarding it.
âYou canât,â he said, barely audibly.
âWhat?â you asked, dumbfounded.
âYou canât leave me,â he clarified, speaking up slightly. âYou s-saidâ you said you would spend my rut with me.â
âIâ, itâs just the storeâŚâ
Lies.
âLies,â Jisung repeated what the voice in his head told him.
âWhaâ why would I lie about that?â you asked, cupping his face.
âYou canât forget me,â he pleaded.
âForget you?â
âYou regret this,â he rambles incoherently. âYou regret us.â
âNo!â you quickly reassured him, pressing your palm more firmly against his fevered cheeks. âOf course not! I love you.â
His gaze softened and he nosed your palm. âPromise?â
âI promise,â you whispered.
Jisung fought the voice in his head telling him that youâre deceiving him. That youâre waiting for him to lower his guard to sneak out and disappear forever.
With a pained groan he pulled you closer by your waist and kissed you urgently, hoping this would shut his wolf up. And it worked, for a moment, because he was very distracted by your tiny gasp and your fingertips grazing his nape.
But it came back quickly. As he walked you back to the bed and pushed you gently on it, his wolf insisted.
Sheâs playing dumb.
Jisung glared at you, but he didnât see any malice in your flustered, confused, pretty face. He shook his head, as a way to tell his wolf that he was being stupid and got on top of you occupying himself by placing wet kisses on your neck and collarbone.
Youâre a poor excuse of an alpha.
He growled, giving you goosebumps and wondering what had him so worked up.
You think sheâll stay with you, when youâve barely presented?
She doesnât actually see you as a man. You have to remind her all the time.
He sucked on your neck and dug his fingers into your waist.
âJisungieâŚâ
Sheâs leaving as soon as she finds out about the memory spell.
âFuck,â he growled, and his fingertips were pressed a little bit too hard on your soft skin.
âJi, hold onââ you winced, grabbing his hands and trying to soften his grip.
If you donât do something, sheâll disappear.
âFUCK! I KNOW!â he exclaimed, grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head, catching you by surprise.
You look up at him with wide eyes, wondering what you have done to upset him. His furious expression switches to a remorseful one.
âIâuhâŚI wasnât yelling at you, noonaâŚâ
â...Then who?â you barely whispered.
âMeâŚI mean, not me, butâŚthat side of me,â he mumbled.
You gulp and try to free your hands, but his grip tightens. âWhat is that side of you saying?â
He shook his head. âNothing, itâs dumb,â he said quickly.
âItâs not dumb if it makes you react like this,â you insist.
He keeps quiet, biting his lip. âJustâŚdonât go, kay?â he finally says.
You nod. âIf we need more food Iâll just order some.â
âNo, I donât meanâ,â he sighed. âNot just the store. I meanâŚin general.â
âJi, Iâm your girlfriend,â you rolled your eyes. âAnd I literally have your mark on my neck. Where would I go?â
âWhat if there was a way to leave me, even after being marked?â
âLike what?â you asked, genuinely curious, but he mistook your curiosity for eagerness.
âWhy do you want to know so badly?â he asked with an accusatory tone.
âOh my god, Jisung,â you laughed incredulously. âYou are the one who brought it up! I just asked a question!â
âDonât laugh at me, noona,â he warned you, but his voice broke.
At that moment you understood that his pre-rut was probably messing with his head and that he really thought you wanted to leave him.
âHow can I prove it to you?â you asked him seriously. âWhat can I do?â
He licked his lips and his reddened eyes traveled from your face to your captive hands. âI donât know if it would prove anything, but⌠it would make me feelâŚbetter.â
âAnything,â you encouraged him. âJust tell me what it is.â
âOkay, uhâŚIâm gonnaâ c-can you close your eyes?â he asked nervously. âAnd donât move,â he added when he freed your hands.
You nodded and closed your eyes, trying to comply with his simple requests, knowing that he was in a very vulnerable state and needed as much reassurance as possible. You felt his presence gone when he got up, his hurried steps, the zipper of his backpack, and what sounded like him looking for something. Then, he hurried back, and you felt the warmth emanating from his body on top of yours, while something tickled your wrists and then, a sudden click sound made you snap your eyes open.
âJisung?â you opened your eyes to see his hungry gaze fixated on your wrists, which you couldnât move. You looked up to see both of your hands handcuffed to the bed frame, with a pink fluffy pair of cuffs adorning your wrists like bracelets. âJi, whatââ
âHaechan hyung gave these to me,â he said, sitting back to appreciate the view. âI know he was just trying to mess with me when he packed them in my bag, butâŚthey ended up being usefulâŚâ
You laughed nervously. You had never had your movements restricted in this type of context, and Jisung being the one to do it was unexpected. âJi, thereâs no need for this. I told you I wonât go anywhere.â
âYeah,â he agreed, touching the cuffs and grazing your forearm delicately. âNow you wonât.â
âThen how am I going to touch you?â you pouted, trying to reason with him.
He halted and frowned. He hadnât considered that. He really liked you touching him, but was it safe to uncuff you now?
Absolutely not.
âLater,â he declared.
âLater when?â
He bit his lip. For him, later meant when your legs were trembling so much you wouldnât be able to go anywhere. âLater,â he repeated.
âCan I at least get a kiss, then?â you asked.
â...You want that?â
âDo I want to kiss my handsome boyfriend? Duh, of course, Ji!â
A timid smile formed on his lips. For a moment he forgot all the negative thoughts that had plagued his mind and all he saw was you, pliant under him, wanting him, loving him.
He leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on your lips, delighted at the way you immediately whined when he pulled away.
âWant more?â
You nodded and he kissed you again, licking your bottom lip suggestively only to pull away again when you parted your lips.
âJiâŚâ
âHm?â
âMoreâŚâ
He complied, kissing you slowly and sensually, occasionally pulling away only to hear you whine and press his lips on yours more urgently than before.
But of course his wolf wasnât done tormenting him.
Sheâs trying to free herself.
His hands flew to your wrists to check that the cuffs hadnât magically opened during your makeout session.
âWhat are you doing?â he asked agitatedly, as the insecurities started coming back.
âKissing you?â you breathed out confusedly.
Distracting you.
âYou keep pulling at the cuffs,â he said, looking at you like you with wide eyes, like you had betrayed him.
âI didnâtâ I didnât even notice, Iâ..I just wanted to feel you closerâŚâ
You could tell by his conflicted expression that he didnât believe it.
âJi, donât you trust me?â
His eyes widened and he withdrew his hands. âIâŚI trust you butâŚâ
He stared at you, opening and closing his mouth dumbly. He trusted you. He loved you. But his stupid rut was making him dumb and his wolf kept telling him that you were still trying to distract him. Maybe it would shut up if he was the one distracting you instead.
Before you could ask him to explain what was wrong, he repositioned himself between your legs and took off your shorts swiftly.
You gasped and tried to close your legs out of reflex, but he held them open effortlessly by grabbing your knees, his eyes fixated on the wet patch on your panties.
âJi?â
He let out a sound between a moan and a relieved sigh. You were turned on because of him. You werenât lying when you said you wanted him. He caressed your mound with his fingertips, barely grazing the fabric, but it was enough to have your legs flinching.
Taste her.
Fuck yes, they finally agreed on something. He nodded quickly (to what, you didnât know) and removed the tiny piece of clothing from you before diving in. He made out with your folds gently, adding his tongue to the formula encouraged by your moans.
âYouâre so good at this, JisungieâŚâ you praised, lost in pleasure.
He moaned and humped the bed, sucking a bit harder.
âAh!â you gasped, opening your legs wider for him. âCan tell you ate out a lot of girlsâŚâ
He shook his head absentmindedly, unconsciously creating a new pattern with his tongue that made you see stars.
âNo?â you insisted. âAre you sure?â
His eyebrows furrowed, and he detached his lips from your center to look up at you, confused. Why were you talking about other girls? âWhat?â
âJust a thoughtâŚâ you murmured, looking away, a little embarrassed. This was something that had bugged you since your first time with him, but you hadnât been dating for long and there had been no chance to bring it up. He knew about your past with Jaehyun, but he never mentioned anything about his previous partners. It shouldnât matter, but you were so curiousâŚand maybe a bit insecure. Now you felt silly. âItâs nothingââ
âTell me,â he commanded. His voice was soft, but firm.
You sighed. âRemember our first time together?â
He hummed and kissed your inner thigh. How could he forget?
âWellâŚyou uhâŚacted like you knew exactly what to doâŚâ
He blushed. âOhâŚâ
âYepâŚâ you nodded, waiting for him to admit to his promiscuous past.
âI justâI read online what girls likeâŚâ he hesitated. âI watched some videos tooâŚI wasnât too sure about what you would be into, so I just did whatever that felt rightâŚâ
âThereâs no way that was the first time you gave someone head,â you said incredulously.
âIt wasâŚâ
âYou even made me sit on your face!â
He groaned, pressing his hips harder on the mattress at the memory. âDid you like it?â
âY-yes, butâŚâ
âIt was so goodâŚâ he whispered, going back to flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue.
âOhâŚâ you arched your back and tried to remember what you were talking about.
âT-thenâŚto the other girls, the ones before meââ
âThereâs no one before you,â he said between licks.
âR-right, like a guy like you doesnâtâah! d-doesnât have girls lining up to suck you offâŚâ
He paused and looked up at you again. âNoona, are youâŚjealous?â
You could feel your ears getting hot at the accusation and looked away.
âYou are!â he exclaimed. He sounded relieved. Happy even.
Sheâs possessive of you too.
The sound of his laugh angered you a little, but you couldnât think of a comeback with the way he suddenly sucked your clit into his mouth and moaned loudly.
âAH! F-fuck!â you moaned, fighting the cuffs uselessly.
He circled your clit with his tongue a few times before going down a little to circle your entrance. You squealed when his tongue entered you, drinking all you had to offer. His eyes rolled back when he felt you contracting around the slippery muscle, and he went deeper, rubbing his nose on your clit just enough to make you come with a gasp, releasing directly in his mouth.
He licked you clean softly until your legs were shaking, landing one last kiss on your hip and resting his head on your stomach before he spoke again. âYouâre the only one Iâve done this with, noona.â
You breathed out shakily. âWhat about o-other things?â
âWent on a few dates when I was a teen. Nothing serious,â he admitted. âAnd there was this girlâŚshe gave me a handjob a couple of years agoâŚâ
You felt your stomach drop. Jealousy really was an ugly feeling. But you tried not to sound too disappointed. âOh, thatâsâŚniceâŚâ
âI moaned your name,â he confessed.
âYou WHAT?!â
âI had already imprinted on you,â he mumbled, drawing figures with his finger on your belly. âI was really horny but you wouldnât even look at me. I thought it wouldnât hurt to tryâŚmaybe gain some experienceâŚbut it didnât feel good and I uhâ couldnât cum until I thought about you and thenâyeahâŚâ
â...Thatâs it?â
âWell, she told everyone I was small down there after that incident, so not many girls tried to approach me. I didnât want anyone else so it worked out great, I guessâŚâ he murmured, kissing his way back to your center. âAnd then I finally got to make you mineâŚâwas the last thing he said before he started eating you out again.
âJisung! Hold on, w-waitââ you squirmed under him, because there was no way he was planning to keep going when you were still sensitive from the previous orgasm.
âDonât move,â he groaned.
âI think one w-was enoughâah!â
âBut you said I was good,â he reasoned, giving you a long lick.
âY-you are, Ji, youâre sâ good b-butâ Oh, my g-god!â you moaned when he gave your clit little kitten licks that added to the painful pleasure. âJisung, Jisungie, pleaseââ
He circled your thighs with his arms and sucked hard, chuckling when you screamed his name.
Sheâs perfect like this.
âJi, p-please, please,â you mumbled, shaking like a leaf at the new orgasm approaching too fast, too strong, too muchââJISUNG! Fâ...Aaah!â
He hummed, approving of the embarrassing sound that escaped your lips as you came in record time because of him. He rutted the bed and his dick twitched at the thought of doing it again and againâ
âJisungie, no m-moreâŚâ you begged, tugging at the cuffs desperately.
He sighed and climbed up to grab your wrists. âStop that,â he warned you. âI told you already: you canât leave.â
âIâm not trying to leave,â you whined.
âThen stop squirming and let me make you feel good,â he said, trying to go down on you again only for you to quickly close your legs and turn to your side. âNoona!â
You shook your head and he growled, easily manhandling your legs open for him to fit between them once again.
âEnough,â he said, his voice sounding deeper, dangerous. His red eyes and his body temperature made it clear that his rut was about to start, and his alpha instinct was not happy with your behavior. âYouâre my mate,â he reminded you, like you could ever forget that.
You nodded.
Sheâs yours.
âYouâre mine,â he said, pinching the soft skin of your thigh.
âY-yesâŚ,â you whimpered.
You canâ
â--Taste you as many times as I want,â he declared, starting to lower his head again.
âBUTâBut I want to taste you too,â you said quickly.
Jisung visually malfunctioned, halting his movement and looking at you with wide eyes, then frowning like he thought you may be deceiving him.
âPlease, Ji, donât you want my mouth?â
He could feel the precum staining his pajama pants. âNoonaâs mouth?â
Instead of replying, you parted your lips, opening wide and sticking your tongue out slightly, all while maintaining eye contact with him and being cuffed to the bed. No video online had prepared Jisung for such a view.
He had never moved so fast in his life, straddling your chest and pulling the elastic of his pants down just enough for his erection to pop out.
âWant it,â he panted, placing his hips closer to your face. When he felt the first lick on the tip he moaned loudly, grabbing onto the very same bed frame you were cuffed to for support. âYes, noona, pleaseâ Oh!â
You circled the head with your tongue playfully before bobbing your head slightly, loving the way his abdomen contracted and his head fell back in pleasure.
âI love your mouth so much, noonaââ he rambled, trying his best (and failing miserably) not to thrust his hips into the delicious warmth.âC-can you take some more?? Just a littleâOoohh yes, yesâAh!â
You felt a little bad for all those girls who blindly believed he had a small dick and avoided him in the past, because they clearly missed out, but at the same time you were thankful that only you could see him like this. You had never been too possessive but for him⌠you obviously were.
He lowered his hips even more, caging you under him and starting to fuck into your mouth. âIâm gonnaâjust ahâŚjust like thisâ you donât mind, yeah, noona?â
You moaned, making his legs tremble due to the pleasurable vibrations. âFuuuck,â he groaned, grabbing your hair with one of his hands to keep you in place as he went faster, deeper. âYeah, noona, like t-that ah, ah, haaâŚâ he let out a whimper when you gagged.
It felt so good he just had to use his other hand too, now grabbing your head with both of them to bring you impossibly closer. You choked and teared up when your nose touched his navel, and nothing could describe the bliss that took over him, finally cumming down your throat with a deep groan.
âOhâOoohhh, f-fuckâŚâ
You coughed and whined when he finally let go of your head, trying to calm down the burning sensation in your throat. Once the tears subsided and you were able to focus again, you noticed that your boyfriendâs hard cock was still on your face, as he jerked off furiously.
âHaa, haaâŚâ he panted heavily, getting off at the beautiful sight under him.
âJisungââ you were interrupted by your own gasp at the drops landing on your face.
âAaah!â he moaned, forcing himself to keep his eyes open to watch his cum paint your face. âPretty, s-so prettyâŚâ he sighed, finally slowing down to a stop and climbing off youâŚand going straight back to eating you out.
âNO!â You shrieked, squirming and kicking.
âYouâre wet again,â he pointed out, not bothered by your aimless kicks, still licking your folds.
âOf course Iâm wet! Iâm with you,â you tried to defend yourself.
He let out a soft moan. âYou canât say something like that and not expect me to pleasure you until you go numb.â
âI want you to fuck me!â you whined, making him malfunction for the second time in a day.
âYeah?â he breathed out, boring his eyes into you.
âPlease, alpha,fuck meââ
You didnât need to tell him twice. Actually, you couldnât even finish the sentence before he was sitting up and sliding into you, causing you to let out a broken moan. It had been a couple of weeks since you last had him inside of you like this. Not because you werenât horny, but because he insisted on letting you rest as much as possible before his rut to avoid hurting you. But what he achieved instead was to make both of you lose your minds as soon as he entered you.
âHaaâŚâ he let out a shaky breath, pulling out and pushing back in weakly, fighting the dizziness that took over his body.
You tugged again, desperately wanting to touch him. âJi, take these off,â you begged.
He shook his head. âI like you like this,â he admitted, fucking into you again.
You whined. âI want them off!â you insisted.
âAnd I want to keep you tied to the bed forever,â he whispered, drunk in pleasure and lust, accelerating the movement of his hips to have you moaning weakly. âPumping you full again, a-and againâMmhâŚwaking you up with m-my tongue that y-you like aahâŚyou like sâmuchâŚâ
You curled your legs around his waist, bringing your bodies closer together and he sobbed.
âN-noonaâŚCloseââ he admitted, embarrassed. There was something so arousing about having you so vulnerable under him, with no choice but to take everything he gave you.
Pups.
He gasped and stilled his hips, much to your dismay. You tried to move under him, tried to make him hit that spot again, but he quickly grabbed your hips too and kept them in place.
âOne s-second, noonaâŚâ he said with a pained tone.
âItâs okay, Ji, Iâm close too,â you assured him, not knowing what the real problem was.
âThatâs notââ
Give her your pups.
âOh, fuck,â he whispered, looking at your belly.
Now, before she tries to leave again.
He quickly looked at your wrists which already had some marks due to the chaffing of the cuffs, and then back at your stomach.
âJisung?â you asked nervously. Something was off with him since he arrived. He looked like he was constantly fighting something, but what?
He finally looked into your eyes, and his were clouded with tears.
âWhatâs wrong?â you asked.
âDo your wrists hurt?â he asked back, his voice barely audible.
âOh,â you had forgotten about it for a minute. âJust a little,â you admitted. âBut if it makes you feel more at easeâŚâ
As soon as you said you felt pain, even if it was just a little, he reached for the key on the nightstand and unlocked the handcuffs. He waited anxiously for your next move, but you immediately grabbed onto him, pulling his upper body towards you and hugging him tightly.
You felt him sigh on your neck and pepper it with kisses. âYouâre staying?â
âOf course I am,â you said. âDo you trust me?â you asked once again.
He nodded.
âThen I want you to relax and let me do something, okay?â
He nodded again, but he tensed when he felt you push against his chest.
âItâs okay,â you assured him.
He slowly relaxed and let you move, and in a few seconds you had him on his back with you on top, his hard cock still pulsating inside of you. With wild eyes, he moaned softly at the sight. Having you under him was hot, but you on top was crazy. He didnât think he could choose. His hands immediately held onto your waist as you started bouncing on his cock hard and fast. If he was close before, he was going to explode now.
Cum inside.
He whined, but he didnât have the strength nor the will to stop you. Instead, he thrust up into you, trying to ignore his wolfâs words. He looked up at you, eyes full of doubt.
âWanna cum inside, baby boy?â you purred, feeling your climax approach again.
YesyesyesyesâŚ
His mouth opened into a silent moan, and he nodded.
You smiled and leaned in for a kiss, moaning as he held you in place to take his thrusts.
Fuck her until it takes.
He shook his head. âNoonaâs on the pill,â he mumbled against your lips, licking your lips and swallowing your moans while saying (what you thought were) incoherent words. ââs okay, it;s okay itâsâŚItâs s-safeâŚâ
âThatâs whatâs been bothering you?â you laughed softly, kissing his cheek lovingly. âItâs not the first t-time we do this, y-you know itâs safeâAH!â
It wasnât the first time you slept together, but it was the first time his wolf asked asked for pups and Jisung was freaking out because now was a terrible moment to be a dad but â
âNoona, noona, noonaâoh, oh, ohâOOOHH!â
He let go, and his knot finally started forming, keeping you both in place while he filled you with his seed, and his wolf purred with delight. You rutted against his pelvis a couple of times until your own body trembled with pleasure, collapsing on top of him and into his arms. He held you tightly and let you rest for a bit. After all, this had just been his pre-rut. You both needed to rest before the actual rut started.
PupsâŚ
He nodded, smiling dumbly and allowing himself to enjoy this fantasy only this time.
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My, My, Mine
group : ateez
pairing : jealous, dom!san Ă reader
genre : smut, pwp, requested
wc : 3.6 k
warning : mdni, possessive!san, mentions of patriarchal upbringing, san trying to exert his dominance in the relationship, san calling mc basically slutty or a hoe but not in those words, drunken sex (so maybe kinda dubcon-ish ??? is it ??), explicit sex (bondage, denied orgasm, sadism ?? idk man, san being a meanie, mc being whiny despite g0rl power, slight dacryphilia ?? big man likes whiny crybabies, multiple orgasm, degradation, filming while having sex (you've been warned), creampie, and more idk i can't list all of them but if you think i should list more as like warning, please lmk !)
a/n : idt i've written any san smut (other than the debauchery that was ignominy) so I'm excited for this request ! i had this in my wip for quite a while and I'm FINALLY finishing it !!!
a/a/n : sorry this took a while, I had to get in the right mood for this lmaooooo hope you enjoy it !
a/a/a/n : ALSO HAPPY SANI DAY !!!
buy me coffee ?
It hadn't been that long since you and San started dating and it was quite the adjustment.
On one hand, you loved him dearly, he and all of his adorable quirks. But San, as he was raised quite conservatively by a strong, patriarchal figure, had managed to show some of the traits. Sure, you could get used to having things paid for you despite it making you feel like a burden, but having to argue with San in public when he insisted that he should be the one carrying all of your things or even waiting for you at your office's lobby when he's available so he'd be able to accompany you home was not something you like. So you both adjusted. Or tried to.
You didn't realize the extent of his views until you went to a girls' night.
During the whole time, San kept texting you about your whereabouts, reminding you not to drink too much. You'd answer once or twice but for every answer you gave, he sent five more texts and it was getting rather annoying. You realized he meant well but the way he was doing it was making it seem like he thought you were an incapable idiot who was going to need him, your knight in shining armour, to rescue you from the bad bad men of this world. You had gone through life just fine without him before and you were not some dumbass.
The realization that the alcohol in your system was stirring your emotions should have been enough to get you to sober up especially knowing that San was staying over to take care of you (a compromise you begrudgingly accepted). But your friends were egging you on and you knew that you didn't want to face San without some liquid courage. It was high time you took him down a peg. Or peg him down. Whichever comes first.
"Honey, I'm home," you slurred, giggling when you got through your front door and started taking off your shoes.
There were shuffles and soon San's voice rang through your ears. "Baby! I missed you! Where-" the words died in San's mouth when he saw the state you were in, or more specifically, the clothes you were wearing. "What the hell?" he asked, standing at a distance looking at you with disbelief in his eyes that you couldn't notice because you were too intoxicated to be aware of your surroundings. "Sannie," You giggled, stumbling to your boyfriend after you shrugged off your coat to the floor to ask for a hug. San still accepted your hug but he was oddly quiet, his eyes hard, and his fists were balled around your waist.
"I'm home now, Sannie!" you were still giggling as you started peppering San's face with kisses. It was then that San smelled the heavy alcohol in your breath which made him cringe and push you back slightly, "What in God's name have you been doing?" Then his eyes travelled down to your clothes, "And what is with this outfit?"
You immediately recognized the tone that he was using on you and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him, "I told you I was going to a girls' night at the club and obviously this outfit is amazing because the bartender gave me 2 free shots!" you excitedly said. San reeled back and crossed his arms on his chest, "You mean to tell me you flirted for free drinks?" it took you a moment to answer but you shook your head, "Didn't have to flirt, he saw me in this outfit and he just showed his appreciation. It was no big deal," you shrugged and you tried pushing past him but he easily stopped you by blocking your path. "(y/n), I have to tell you I'm not comfortable with this. It kind of seems like you were selling your dignity so cheaply. As your boyfriend-" "Whoah, go back to you accusing me of being a hoe," you cut him off. San's eyebrows furrowed and he immediately defended himself, "I didn't call you a hoe, I'm just stating that I am not okay with my girlfriend wearing something so short, skimpy, and revealing just so she wouldn't have to pay for her drinks!" he stated.
Truthfully, San didn't have much problem with how you dress. He actually thought that you looked absolutely hot. Hell, he bought you the damn dress when he thought that you were going to wear it when you go out with him. He trusted you completely but what he couldn't trust were the rest 99% of the population who might do something bad to you when you're intoxicated in clothes that for lack of a better word, provided a lot of access. Something bad like what he wanted to do to you when he first saw that dress which was to rip your panties in two, fuck you in the dressing room, stuff you full of cum, and make you keep them safe until you both went home so he can eat the cum out of you.
Had you been sober, you could've agreed with the part about your dress being short, skimpy, and revealing because you had spent the better part of the night trying to not bend down and making sure that when you were dancing, you were shielded by your girlfriends. But the implication still didn't sit right with you and the fact that San was using the boyfriend card ticked you off.
"You're my boyfriend San, not my owner or my master. I'm still my own person and had I flashed a tit or two to get free shit, I should be able to! I get to decide what I get and what I don't get," you huffed and tried pushing past him.
Your steps halted when San shot his hand out and placed it on your chest, his fingers rigid on your collarbones and when you looked into his eyes, there was a glint of darkness and lust that made you shudder.
"Is that how it is, little Miss Independent? You really think you're in charge of whatever you get, big girl?" he smirked, voice lowering down and it was then did you realize, even through your drunken haze, that you were fucked. Or going to be. Hard.
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All hopes of your friend borrowing your dress were shattered and you had to break the news to her because right now, that dress was being used to tie your hands together behind your back while San had you on top of him, connecting his face with your pussy as he did his best to draw your third orgasm.
"Aww look at you," San chuckled darkly against your pussy, "Big girl can't handle two orgasms in a row?" The spank he delivered on your ass made your knees slip and allowed your whole weight to fall on San who happily accepted being suffocated by your sweet cunt. "S-San," you whimpered, trying to relieve the overstimulation by lifting your hips only to receive a guttural growl from below as his strong arms snaked around your thighs to ensure that you wouldn't be able to escape him. "San, please stop, it's too much" you whimpered while still trying to get out of his grip. Your senses had returned after the first orgasm when San managed to flush the alcohol out of you somehow only for it to be thrown back into a haze when he was working on your second.
Tired of your whining, San flipped you both over and allowed you a moment to breathe. Although it was hard what with the way your cunt was still throbbing and your heart still beating wildly in your chest. Despite his annoyance, San found your sprawled figure to be very delectable what with your flushed and warm skin, rising chest, and pussy glistening with sweat, spit, and arousal, making it seem like it was inviting him in again.
San grabbed your legs and pried them open, allowing him to glare at your pulsing entrance with eyes clouded in desire. "I thought big, independent girls wouldn't have to whine and beg like needy little bitches? Where's the confidence you used to get free drinks from cheap losers?" you somehow managed to lift your head to look at San who had his eyes now locked on yours as he leaned down close to your aching core, "Where's the confidence you used to allow people to think you're not spoken for?" Your back was arched and your jaw unhinged when San licked a fat, long stripe from your peritoneum up to your clit at an agonizingly slow speed. It was as if he wanted you to feel every single bit of movement he made that effectively drove your mind into overdrive. You felt your legs start to shake when he plunged three fingers into your leaking hole after spitting on your cunt, hitting your sensitive clit that he used as a bullseye.
The smug look on his face as he watch you writhe from overstimulation shouldn't turn you on so much but the way you physically reacted betrayed you completely as it chased for more of San, whatever he was willing to give you.
"You're a jerk," you whimpered through teary eyes. Though your voice was getting hoarse from the night out which was followed by him overstimulating you to high heavens, San could hear you loud and clear. "I thought you like getting attention?" San scoffed, pausing to him slapping you harshly on your cunt which caused your body to jolt at the impact, "That's why you were dressed like that, right? I'm just being a supportive boyfriend and helping you practice." The insinuation pissed you off and despite your struggling, you tried to get yourself up and away from him (and failing rather miserably), "I dressed like that for myself you possessive jerk," "Oh, so the lack of panties was what, for health?" When you couldn't answer him, he knew he got you dead on and being proud of himself, he smirked and pulled himself off of you and the bed. The sudden void he left caused you to almost whine out loud, brain forgetting that you were somewhat mad at him.
San came back to the bed completely naked and holding your phone. Immediately, he positioned you flat on your back and his thick thighs pushed onto your own firmly so you were basically folded. Your breath hitched when you felt his cock resting against your sensitive cunt a bit too casually. The skin-on-skin contact allowed you to feel how hot it felt and the way it pleasured you when it rubbed against you every time San made even the slightest movement. "You can say whatever you want and I'll do whatever I want. Seems fair, doesn't it?" Your heart beat quicker and harder in your chest simply from the way he hinted at his plan. "What are you going to do?" You asked, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. San only raised a cocky eyebrow, not even bothering to answer you properly and just simply tapping away on your phone. You had even considered that he might have contacted one of your friends or worse, call them before he fucked you.
But San didn't give you enough time to overthink because, in a moment's time, San flipped your phone sideways, pressed a button, and started pushing inside you. Your eyes watered again from the stretch and even though you were well-lubricated thanks to San's torture on your cunt earlier and also his spit, his size didn't make things easier for you. His cock glided smoothly but your muscles tensed up from the sudden intrusion, slowing his pace a bit and restricting him from being too rough. "Look at Miss Independence breaking down over her boyfriend's cock like a common whore," he chuckled darkly, relishing in the way you whimpered his name and your body arching in pleasure at the feeling of him, "Come on baby, show the camera how you're in charge of everything you get or don't get," he mocked. You were sure that your tears were not just from being overstimulated but also from the humiliation. You were a proud woman who could confidently say that you have never let a man use you even if he tried. But there you were on your back, hands tied, and mind fuzzy, hyper-aware of the way your body just submitted to San's every whim, betraying your better judgment that was still screaming for you to push him off and make him get a taste of his own medicine. But of course, your body was as stubborn as your mind as it refused to go against San.
"San, put away the camera," you whined, turning away from the camera only to have San grab your cheeks in one free hand and force you to look back at him. "Why should I? If you want me to stop, then do it yourself. Take the camera away from me," he smirked as he adjusted his knees so he could start rolling his hips into yours, creating a steady rhythm.
From the screen, he could see the way you glared at him as his words, knowing full well that although he had challenged you to do something you could absolutely not do anything due to the fact that your hands were bound behind your back. Had it been any other circumstance, San would tell you how turned on he was with you at that moment. The way tears made your eyes seem like they were glittering, the way your cheeks were puffed and flushed from frustration, and the way your body was opened up for him to use. The fire between you two was one of the things that San loved.
"Come on, (y/n), show the camera what you can do," he egged, thrusting harshly into you which elicited a high-pitched squeal from your lips. "Fuck you," you whimpered but you did as he told as you began fucking yourself back and instead of matching his pace, you fucked yourself on his cock quicker, convincing yourself that it was, in a way, you taking charge over him. Though, the satisfied look on San's face, paired with the way he licked his bottom lip as he pointed the camera to where you two were connected, proved you otherwise. "I can get fucked if I want to, I control what I get," you stated albeit slightly unconvincingly as your quivering bottom lip served as a dead giveaway. "Of course you do," San cooed mockingly before his free hand dropped to between your legs to spread your pussy lips apart, allowing the camera to capture the way your cunt was swallowing him so greedily.
There was a mischievous glint in his eyes when he saw your cunt pulsing and his head was running wild with filthy ideas. "Baby, I wanna breed you so bad so people would know who you belong to," Your breath hitched when his handsome face contorted into a chesire-like grin and your so-called control was stolen as quickly as you got it. "You're not gonna do shit to me San, I mean it," at this point, your defiance was more like a facade because you wanted what he was offering but your pride wanted to twist it around. San moved his hips quickly, greedily taking all of the pleasure he could get out of you. "Fuck, my big girl is gonna get creamed," he chuckled darkly, fucking you as he tried to keep the camera still to capture everything, particularly the way your cunt leaked so much arousal that his own crotch was wet with the transferred slick.
Your body was being used so well that your limbs (the free ones at least, which were your legs) were flailing about slightly. "Stupid little baby wants to have control when she can't even control her legs, she's fucked so stupid," he teased as you whined in protest, wanting to prove him wrong. So despite the weakness in your legs from the ministrations, you shifted your body around so that you were on your side and your legs were crossed over the other. The new position trapped San's cock inside you and the sensation of his cock being trapped halted his movements mid-way and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as a guttural groan echoed in your ears. You took his response as a mini triumph. "Fuck, you got tighter," he shuddered, body shaking as he took a shaky breath, "Were you trying to snap my dick off?" You feigned innocence as you began rocking your hips again, "Maybe yes, maybe no. Maybe if I snap your dick off it'll become mine," you smirked. "You conniving slut."
No longer caring about the camera, San tossed your phone to the side and started pounding into you in a pace that was animalistic. "F-fuck- Aah! San!" you squealed when he planted his left foot firmly on the bed and pounded harder as if he was trying to destroy your insides.
"Say you won't go out dressed like that again," he demanded, face planted on your chest as his abuse of your cunt continued. He began nipping, kissing, biting, and licking all over the skin of your breast and it almost succeeded in clouding your mind into absolute submission due to pleasure. But you managed to firmly shook your head, "I'll wear whatever the fuck I want, I'll do whatever I want!" you answered between harsh pants and heavy breathing.
You heard San click his tongue before he ripped himself off of you in a flash, leaving you on the edge of orgasm and cold. "What the fuck!?" you whined, instinctively trying to get up to chase after San but your bound hands prevented you from moving easily.
San tilted his head and mockingly pouted, "If you can do whatever you want then so can I, baby." Your eyes zeroed in on his hand that jacked his hard, leaking cock and you knew well enough that it wouldn't take him much to cum at that point. Despite his treatment towards you, you wanted his cum, you wanted his cum inside you. "San, you get back here and fuck me!" you scream-whined, desperate to find release.
Hearing your demand, San went back onto the bed and got closer to you. For a moment, you thought San was going back to fucking you but he simply slapped his cock on your face, taunting you. "You want me to fuck you now? I thought you were in charge of yourself," he smirked, rubbing the tip of his cock on your skin, leaving a trail of precum mixed with what was left of your arousal. You held yourself back from using your mouth to chase his cock but your sexual frustration was at its peak and it was at that moment that your resolve broke and you whined. "Sannie, please fuck me, make me cum and then breed me so other guys won't even get close to me, please, please."
That seemed to satisfy San because his next move was to finally release your hands from the hold of the makeshift handcuffs and flip you over so you were on top of him. The pooling slick allowed him to slip inside you rather easily and once he was buried inside, you let out a gasp. "Ride me," San demanded, eyes fixated on you and hands on your hips firmly. San's words barely concluded before you started fucking yourself on his cock, letting out all the frustration both sexual and emotional from the whole bullshit. You anchored yourself on San's broad chest and used him to chase your own release.
"Yeah baby, do it, fuck yourself on me. Use my cock like the big girl that you are," San goaded, smirking and panting from the feeling of your cunt hugging his cock so tightly. "T-told you I'm i-in charge," you panted, throwing your head back as the pleasure ran through your body like electric shocks, making you tingly all over. "Sure you are, baby," San groaned when he felt his release coming.
With one swift swivel of your hips, your body tensed, legs clamped and your orgasm broke like a wave crashing. "Fuck!" you squealed, a couple of tears fell down your face as your body fell backwards without detaching your core from San. Seeing you in your own state of ecstasy, San sat up and shuffled around so he could have his chance chasing his high with you. You were in such a state of blissful release and satisfaction that when San started to overstimulate you once again with his cock, all you could do was groan and turn, trying to get away from him half-heartedly. "I'm cumming inside you, okay? I'm gonna paint you with my seed," San panted into your ear as his lips nipped at the skin, causing the area to tingle and you to whimper as you nodded weakly.
It didn't take long for San to cum inside you, fulfilling his previous promise. He let out a low, breathy moan that got your cunt clenching as he rode his release, making sure that his cum was not wasted and was kept inside you.
Neither of you spoke as you tried catching your breaths, still trying to cool down from the rigorous activity and for you specifically, your mind too far gone to recover so quickly. San momentarily peeked at the edge of the bed, particularly at your ruined dress and couldn't help but smirk, thinking that at least he had one problem done.
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