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Company (jjk)
Pairing: brothers bsf!jk x fm!reader
Sypnosis: Your longtime crush who happens to be your older brothers best friends walks into you humping your pillow to the thought of him
Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex, dry/pillow humping, nudity, reader has an IUD, etcâŚ
Note: hey yawl itâs been a while⌠if anything sounds off jus so yk itâs not proofread :)
Youâve always carried a long crush for your older brothers bestfriend Jeon Jungkook.
Your ages being separate by 2 years, youâve always remembered the chicks your older brother Taehyung would sneak into his room after a night out meanwhile your parents slept peacefully in their room.
As of now, this carried onto his current college days. Attending frat parties along with his best friend since childhood, Jungkook.
Your heart ached to be seen as nothing but Taehyungs younger sister to jungkook and others known to him. Especially when after those late night outs youâd come to find a chick wrapped around Jungkookâs meaty arms. You wanted jungkook to see you as a woman who harbored deep feeling for him.
And so, your decided to attend the same college as your brother. It not being that far off your home moving onto campus was not required. Unlike jungkook whose family had moved farther off from town your parents gladly took him in. Knowing him since he was a little boy they allowed him to crash in taehyungs spacious room.
This only made your crush on him worse, you were too shy to even start a conversation with him. Despite your shyness he always acknowledged your presence, never making you feel left out or ignored. Your interactions with him were limited, and every convo was initiated by him with little teases and silly remarks. Heâs such a kind guy, no wonder your lingering crush only heightened with him staying in your home.
Classes were over for you and generally Taehyung was always the one to drive you home considering he had a car. A sudden message from him vibrates your phone you carry in your palm.
3:52 pm taetae: not on campus so I asked jk to give you a ride home today
great.
pulling into the campus parking in his car was jungkook, âhey, tae asked me to drive you back home for today heâs out so heâll be back tomorrowâ he said with his silver pierced charming grin
âhi, thanks for driving me back homeâ you said with your typical shy demeanor as you made way into the passenger seat of his car
âdonât worry about it, sweetsâ
oh.
That was the nickname heâd given you many many years ago cause of the constant snacking of sweets and candys. He payed notice to that then coining you the nickname âsweetsâ
You turned your head faced to the direction of the window to hide the rosy cheeks he gave you from pet name
Too shy to keep the conversation going jungkook spoke, bringing up school and asking about your classes. All came to an end once he pulled into the driveway of your home.
âYour brother wonât be back today, heâs spending the night with jennie todayâ, jungkook said while opening the refrigerator to get a class of water.
dammit.
You thought to yourself. Youâre parents are out at work and donât arrive til 9pm. So that means itâs just you and Jungkook for the meanwhile. What a mess, you figured you were gonna stay locked in your room for the remaining time until your parents got home.
âWell, Iâm just gonna work on my assignments due tomarrowâŚâ
âAlright, Iâm off to the gym. In case anything happens feel free to call me, okay?â, the tattooed man said.
The muscular man did go to the gym everyday though. Usually around 4:30pm for about at least 2 hours.
âOkayâ last thing said between you two before grabbing his gym bag and making his way out the door.
âHey Jungkook?â
âYea?â
âThanks for looking out for meâ, this time you held onto the eye contact made between both irises. Making sure to illuminate your gratitude to him.
He offered you a grin from his silver pierced lips, âno problem, sweetsâ
You could not get Jungkook out of your head. It was impossible to focus on your assignments without thinking about the tall raven hair tattooed man with the bunny smile. He lingered your mind, causing stress.
Closing your MacBook and tossing it aside you decided to relieve this aching stress that invaded your mind but also the lingering ache between your legs.
You rid yourself of your clothing only remaining in your cropped tank and underwear.
Positioning your pillow between your legs in which your body hovered over you made onto your pillow searing yourself upon it.
Arching your back and you rocked your hips back and forth onto the wrinkled textured fabric of the pillow. The lacy panties you were currently wearing added to the ecstasy. Following the flow of movement adding friction and pressure to your needy clit.
âmhhpp, fuckâ gasping out while you retracted your head back then forward.
The layered front strands of your mid length hair covered your face due the continuous movement of your head. Tucking them back behind your ear once again.
âj-jungkook! sâgood, feels so goodâŚâ you desperate whined as you chased your high.
Gripping onto the pillow leaving your knuckles white due to the pressure of squeezing while leaning forward.
Your pillowy nipples lacked attention, your fingers latched onto the buds from the outside of your tank. You werenât wearing a bra so the thin shirt was the only separation between your calloused fingers and hardened buds.
Getting rid of your shirt and panties you were bare entirely. Your only audience being the plushies corner of your bed watching the show you gave them.
Is what you thought, too oblivious and deep into your own world to have heard the sound of the car pulling up into the drive way, to have heard the sound of the front door opening and footsteps. To have noticed the presence of the same man whose name you constantly let slip past your moaning lips watching you reach your high on your pillow at the thought of him.
He watched your ass jiggle at the rapid movement of your hips, along with the movement of your breasts The way your face contorted into an expression of pleasure with your teeth biting onto the plump of your lips. The sight in front of him had his length twitching in the gray sweats he changed into before leaving the gym.
âgâna cum, please let me cumâŚfuck jungkook need it so bad!â you desperately expressed.
At the final rock of your hips you released, a shivering orgasm causing you to rip a pitched whine.
The movement of your hips lessened as you rode out your orgasm. Tired and worn out after that workout your head began to wander off.
Until.
âQuite the performance you showed off thereâ your heart dropped
There he was. The same man that youâd been rubbing your pussy against your pillow at the thought of watched you get off.
âJungkook!â you wanted the ground to swallow you whole at this very moment.
Quickly grabbing into your discarded clothing at an attempt to cover your bare body. Unaware of what to say in explanation to the presence in front of you.
âI-IâŚâ
No words could come out or your mouth as you watched Jungkook walk towards you with a darkened expression.
Removing the piece of clothing from your grip at attempt of concealing yourself. His eyes remained at your bare figure. Tempted at the sight of your hardened nipples, goosebumps covered your skin.
âFucking hell, look at you. Getting off to the thought of me? Youâre so damn cuteâŚâ
The eye contact made you aware of the glint in his eyes, a message he was trying to convey.
âJungkook?â you quietly questioned
âYou gonna let me do what I want with you, hm? Is that what you want?â
Your eyes remaining in contact with his glistening ones, you nod your head in response.
That was all it took from jungkook to commect your lips with his. Hungrily capturing your mouth, sloppily stuffing his tongue down your throat causing him to groan and you to whimper at his roughness.
âOpen your legs, baby. Show me how wet your pussy isâ, you obeyed and showed him your glistening folds lathered in your cum.
Taking his tattooed hand and gathering the substance on his fingers he brought them to his mouth. The taste of your discharge coated his tongue as he cleaned it from his fingers.
âFuck, youâre as sweet as your nickname. You sure live up to itâ, he said as he continue to lick clean his slick coated fingers.
Your fingers inched towards the hem of his sweats, encircling the strands of the waistline.
âWhat is it you want, sweets?
âYou.â
âTake me out, babyâ fuck, that practically confirmed to you he was hiding a big package under there.
Lowering his sweats his hardened cock sprung free from the confided layer of fabric.
Taking his length in your palm toward your warm mouth to lubricate it with your saliva. Jerking him off in a up and down motion earning you grunts and groans from him.
âJust like that, fuckâŚkeep doing that n Iâll cumâ he gritted out.
Pushing you onto the soft surface of the bed you watched as he removed his clothing. You admired his muscular physique, the gym really did pay off.
âAre you really sure about this?â
âYes, Iâm sureâ confirming.
âCondom?â
âItâs okay Iâm on an IUD, Iâll take an after pill tomorrowâ, reassuring him
He hovered over your body, hiding in the crevice of your neck to leave a few pecks while aligning his length to your heat.
Your chest heaved deeply as you exhaled, the slight burn of his size rubbing toward your tight walls ignited pleasure.
âmhpm! j-jungkook..â wrapped arms on his back as he thrusted in you, increasing the pace as you let out more moans and whimpers.
âI know, babyâŚyaâ feel so good, so warm nâ tightâ, he cooed.
At sudden movement his arms then wrapped around your thighs hoisting you up while the relentless abuse to your cunt never stopped.
âAhh! f-fuck! Jungkook!â, Now in the standing missionary position, he was in deeper than youâve ever experienced. The motion of his hips thrusting at an unforgivable pace, all that was heard was the sound of his balls smacking against your sopping pussy filling the entire room.
âshit, mâ gonna cumâ
âm-me too..â your climax right on the edge.
With that both of you reached your highs, his thrusts began slowing down to ride out the climax. Both the mixture of your cum riding from his abdomen down his leg.
Laying you down on the soft surface of your bed with his cock still soft in you. Enjoying each otherâs company as you laid in his embrace.
âJungkook, are you gonna tell?â you innocently say with genuine concern written on your face.
âNow why would I do that? Iâve been waiting for this moment for quite a long while now. Why? Do you not want this?â
âNo, I do! But when you say youâve been waiting for this moment for quite a while now, what outcome do you expect to come from this? Taehyung will find out sooner or later and itâll get messy.â your questioned further anticipated his response.
He let out a sigh, âyou see sweets, Iâve envisioned this moment to occur, Iâve gotten off at the thought of you just like you showed off earlier. I want you just as badâŚ.â he admits.
âI donât see you as just my best friends younger sister, I see you as much moreâ
âJungkook?â fuck, heâs worried. What if the feelings are mutual as what he initially believed they were? What if we only meant it to be a quick fuck?
âHm?â Oh well.
âI see you as much more tooâ, you donât know where this sudden burst of confidence came out but this weight youâve been carrying has been lifted after your confession, you feel more at ease.
Both your gazes locked in with one another. Both leaning into each other as your mouths then mounded into one.
The kiss was deep and passionate, although you both have confessed your mutual feelings for each other, thereâs something different about it. Feeling more as acceptance and comfort.
âThe things you do to me y/n, you donât get itâ.
âYouâre mine, all mineâ
Pt 2?
#jungkook smut#bts smut#jungkook x female reader#jungkook x reader#bts imagine#jungkook fanfic#bts imagines#bts jungkook#jungkook#slut4jeon
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place to crash
pairing: carmen berzatto x reader
summary: carmy steps in as your knight in shining armor when your apartmentâs electricity breaks, which makes you both test the line between friends and something more
word count: 2.9k
warnings: swearing, whole lotta fluff
âOh, come on. Hurry the fuck up,â you muttered to yourself. You were currently on hold with the electricity company.
After a hectic service at the Bear, you had come home to your pitch black apartment with no power. The one thing you wanted to do was curl up and eat some leftovers while watching some tv, but that clearly wasnât happening tonight.
âHello? Are you still there?â The manâs voice echoed through the speaker. âYes, Iâm here,â you said, quickly. You didnât want to risk him hanging up on you and having to start this process all over again.
âSo, it looks like our crew has already gone home for the day. We canât send anyone to look at it until tomorrow morning.â He told you. You huffed, running your fingers through your hair. âAlright, thank you. Have a fantastic night,â you said, passive aggressively.
You threw your phone down onto the kitchen counter.
With the electricity out, that also meant no air conditioning. You pulled your hair up into a quick ponytail. You were already sweating, so you knew there was no way you could stay at your apartment for the night.
You glanced back down at your phone, and it felt like the answer was staring you in the face. You opened your contacts and saw the one person you knew you could always rely on.
You clicked on Carmyâs name, smiling to yourself when you saw his contact photo. It was a goofy picture of the two of you from a party that Sydney threw. He had his arm haphazardly thrown around your shoulders. You were sticking your tongue out at the camera while he kissed your cheek.
You both had a history of becoming more affectionate than normal when you had been drinking. That night was a great example.
It only rang once before he answered. âHey, whatâs up? Are you okay?â He asked, immediately. Having seen Carmy less than an hour ago, he knew something was going on if you were calling him so soon.
âHey, Iâm fine, no need to panic. I just have a little favor to ask you, but you can totally say noââ you started to explain before he interrupted you.
âYouâve got it. What do you need?â He answered without a second thought. It made your cheeks heat up. Carmy was always ready to drop everything for you.
âYou donât even know what it is yet, Berzatto.â You told him, giggling to yourself. You couldnât see him, but you could perfectly imagine the way heâd shrug. âI donât need to know. I have no reason to doubt you.â He said, simply.
âNot even gonna make me work for it?â You teased him.
âYou never have to work for it. Not with me,â he told you, honestly. Every time you talked to Carmy, it became harder for you to pretend you werenât head over heels for him.
âAlright, well the power is out at my apartmentââ you started to tell him. âCome stay at my place tonight,â he offered. You felt so grateful for him.
âAre you sure itâs not a burden? You donât have to feel pressured to say yes.â You assured him, but you knew his answer wouldnât change.
âOf course Iâm sure. Iâm not letting you stay at your apartment with no power. Come on over. Iâm making dinner now. You eaten yet?â He asked. âNo, not yet,â you told him.
âAlright, perfect. Iâll make you a plate, and Iâll see you in a few minutes,â he said, and you could hear that he was smiling.
âThank you, Carmy, truly. Iâll see you soon,â you said, before hanging up.
You quickly grabbed a bag and stuffed some essentials inside it before heading out the door. Carmyâs apartment was only a short walk from your apartment. After five or ten minutes, you were at his door.
You knocked on the door and heard a lot of noise on the other side. âItâs open,â you heard Carmy yell.
You turned the doorknob slowly before walking inside. You saw Carmy turning his pullout couch into a bed. He was neatly fixing the blankets and adding some pillows.
You also noticed the table was set with two plates of pasta, and you couldnât tell where, but from somewhere in the apartment jazz music was playing.
âYou didnât have to do all of this for me, Carmy,â you said, feeling guilty. He put a final pillow on the bed and walked towards you. âI wanted to,â he said, simply. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a quick hug.
âIâm sorry about your apartment,â he said, sincerely.
âNone of that is your fault, Carmy. You donât have to apologize.â You replied. His hand grazed the small of your back, and he gestured towards the dining table. He even made sure to pull your chair out from the table for you.
âSuch a gentleman,â you said, unable to get the smile off your face. You always felt like a giggly schoolgirl around Carmy. âOnly the best for you,â he jokingly flirted, but wasnât willing to push it any further.
Carmy cared about you so much. You were practically his world, and he was terrified that if he told you that, youâd leave.
After eating dinner, you both got ready for bed in Carmyâs bathroom. It made you feel like a married couple, and you had to force yourself to ignore it.
âI know Iâve asked you like ten times, but are you sure you donât want my bed? I can sleep on the couch.â He offered, wanting you to feel right at home. You grabbed his hand without thinking about it.
âCarmy, you are so sweet, but I promise that sleeping on a couch will not kill me. I will be fine, sweetie.â You told him. You werenât sure where the pet name had come from. Youâd never called Carmy âsweetieâ before.
Carmy had practically jumped out of his skin hearing the name roll so smoothly off your tongue. He only wanted to hear you call him sweetie from now on. It took everything in his power to not confess his love to you right then and there.
âOkay, fine,â he gave up, knowing you were more stubborn than he was. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. You happily wrapped your arms around him as he held on to you.
You were taking in every part of this moment. You could smell his cologne, the same one heâd worn since you met him. Youâd told him how much you liked it once, and he promised himself heâd never change it.
âGoodnight. Sleep well,â he said, kissing the top of your head and leaving you smitten.
You walked into the living room, and fell asleep within seconds of crawling under the blankets.
In the middle of the night, a sound woke you up. You jumped to sit up, looking around to see what the noise was. The bright LED numbers from the clock read 3:42. You realized the sound was someone jiggling the doorknob on the front door.
You jumped off the couch and ran into Carmyâs bedroom. You were half awake, and it was the only thing you could think of.
You reached forward and placed your hand on Carmyâs forearm, trying to wake him up. He jumped up as soon as you touched him.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked, quickly. Even being half awake and in a dark room, he was somehow still able to sense that you were afraid. âIt sounds like somebodyâs trying to come in the front door.â You told him, which woke him up fast.
He grabbed the bat from beside his bed and headed towards the front door. Your fear only made him more confident. He knew that he needed to step up and protect you.
You stayed behind him. He got within a few feet of the door. Then, you both saw the door start to open.
âGet the hell out,â Carmy threatened whoever was on the other side of the door.
The door quickly was flung all the way open. âCousin, chill the fuck out. Itâs me.â You both heard Richie say.
You both breathed a sigh of relief. Carmy dropped the bat down to his side, irritated at Richie. âDo you know what time it is? What the fuck are you doing here?â Carmy asked him.
Richie flipped on the light switch and held up his spare key, as though that explained his presence.
âOh shit, Y/N? Whatâre you doing here?â Richie asked, finally noticing you standing behind Carmy.
Before you could even answer, Richieâs eyes darted between the two of you. He saw Carmy just in boxers and you in an oversized tshirt, which he assumed mustâve belonged to Carmy. Then, it made sense to him.
âOh wait. You two are hooking up?â He asked, smirking at the both of you. Richie was the most convinced of all your friends that you and Carmy were meant for each other. He saw it all, especially the way that yourâs and Carmyâs gaze always found each other in a crowded room.
âNo!â You and Carmy both quickly assured him, but Richieâs smirk didnât fade. He didnât believe either of you for a second.
âSheâs just sleeping here tonight,â Carmy tried to explain.
âOh yeah, Iâm sure thereâs been lots of sleeping going on here.â Richie teased, causing Carmy to put his head in his hands.
âThe electricity is out at my apartment, so Carmyâs letting me crash here tonight. Thatâs it,â you tried to shut Richie up.
âSo you came here for the electricity?â Richie asked, very aware of the double entendre. He loved how much he could get under yours and Carmyâs skin with just a few comments. âYouâre the worst, Richie.â Carmy said, exasperatedly.
âSee, we have the pullout,â you said, gesturing towards the couch. You saw a mischievous glint in Richieâs eyes. Richie was like a brother, so you knew the joke he was going to make before he even opened his mouth.
âThe pullout COUCH, you fucking child,â you said, smacking his arm. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Carmy with his eyes trained on the floor and his hand covering his mouth as he tried not to laugh.
You crossed your arms and frowned at him. âYou are not helping,â you said, glaring at him. He quickly held his hands up in surrender, not wanting you to hit him too.
Richie moved past the joke, but wasnât quite ready to stop teasing you yet.
âThe couch looks pretty messy to me. I wonder how that happened.â He teased. You knew that was just trying to get under your skin, but if you stopped denying what he was saying, heâd be so much worse.
âYeah, cause I jumped up in a panic thinking someone was breaking in.â You defended. Carmy placed his hand on your back, rubbing small circles. You and Richie were the two most stubborn people he knew, and he knew that neither of you liked to lose an argument.
âAnd little Carmy was ready to protect you? I wonât lie, thatâs pretty sweet, dude.â Richie said, watching the way Carmyâs cheeks turned a soft shade of pink.
âSo, whyâre you here?â Carmy asked, changing the subject. Richie plopped himself down on the couch. âI need to crash here too. My neighbors are in a big fight and they wonât shut the fuck up.â Richie explained.
âWell, you arenât staying here. Go find some other fucking place to stay.â Carmy said. He didnât want anyone to break up his alone time with you.
âThatâs not what you told her.â Richie argued, gesturing towards you. Richie had a point, but Carmy would never tell you no.
âRichie, just please leave. Besides, thereâs nowhere for you to sleep,â Carmy begged him. Carmy knew if Richie stayed out, it would ruin everything with you. Richie would tease every move he made, and he couldnât be as affectionate with you. That should have been Carmyâs first indicator that you both were more than friends.
âIâm taking the couch, you two figure out the rest.â Richie said, grabbing you both by the wrists and shoving you into Carmyâs bedroom. Carmy went to open the door, but realized Richie was leaning against the back of the door.
âRichie, let us out,â Carmy begged. You went and sat down on Carmyâs bed. âCarmy, câmere, you know Richieâs stubborn, and he wonât give up,â you said, patting the spot next to you.
âReminds me of someone else,â he teased you as he sat beside you. You lightly smacked his arm. âI am not stubborn. I was out there defending myself but also defending you. Heâs gonna be insufferable at work tomorrow. Heâll tell everyone that we hooked up, and weâll never hear the end of it.â You rambled.
âHeâs been trying to get us to hook up for years, it might just be easier to actually do it and shut him up.â Carmy joked before he could process the words he was saying.
You felt your eyes go wide. âIâm sorry, Carmen Berzatto. Did I mishear you? Did you just suggest that we hook up?â You asked, truly stumped.
âDonât look at me like that. I was just joking.â He tried to backpedal. He couldnât read your expression, which was a first. It was because if heâd actually suggested it, you would have said yes immediately.
âIâm sorry about this. First, your apartment. And now, Richie being Richie.â He said, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. âCarmy, none of this is your fault.â You said, grabbing his hand and tracing your finger over his tattoos.
You both were painfully aware of the fact that youâd never been this physically close before. This was beyond the level of affection that you both could defend as friendly.
âSo, if it wasnât Richie, you were gonna protect me?â You asked.
âOf course, I was. Iâm always watching out for you. Gotta keep my girl safe,â he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
You sat straight up. Once again, you thought youâd misheard him. âOh, fuck it,â he said, cupping your face and kissing you roughly. It didnât take you any time to kiss him back.
He pressed his palms against your back and carefully pushed you back onto his bed. You ran your fingers across his toned chest. You could feel his muscles flex under your touch.
âI thought you said you were joking,â you teased him as he pressed kisses down your jaw. He let out a soft chuckle, his chest shaking against you. âWhy? Do you want me to stop?â He teased.
âFuck no,â you mumbled, cupping his face and pulling him down to kiss you. His fingers fumbled with the hem of your tshirt, letting his hands slip under it and caress your skin.
He felt you groan against the kiss and took it as a sign to keep going. One of his hands crept higher up your chest while he removed his other hand. He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and was ready to pull it over your head when the door burst open.
âRichie, the fuck? Get out,â Carmy yelled, quickly pulling your shirt back down to make sure you were completely covered. You hid your face in Carmyâs chest, not wanting to face Richie. You could already imagine the smug grin on his face.
âWell well well,â Richie said, in his signature âI told you soâ tone.
Carmy didnât want to put up with his gloating. âRichie, enough. Out!â He repeated, grabbing a pillow off the bed and throwing it at Richieâs face. The whole time he kept one arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him and letting you hide from Richie.
Richie jumped backwards to dodge the pillow and finally closed the bedroom door. As soon as the door clicked closed, Carmy cupped your face with one hand and kissed you again.
You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as he ran his hand down your side. He let his fingers trace every inch of your skin.
You placed your hand on his chest and pushed him away. âDid I do something wrong?â Carmy asked, immediately concerned.
You quickly shook your head, trying to reassure him. âThereâs nothing I want more right now, but we canât do this with Richie here. You know that, Carm.â You said, caressing his cheek.
âOne part of my brain knows that, but the other part knows how long Iâve waited for this, for you,â pressing a soft kiss against your cheek, âbut youâre right.â he said.
âWeâve waited this long, whatâs a little longer?â You joked, smiling up at him. He kissed your forehead, falling in love with the way you were looking at him. âTomorrow night. Iâm gonna take you out to dinner, and weâll have a real date. Iâm gonna spoil you.â He said, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.
âIâm looking forward to it,â you said, leaning forward to peck his lips.
You both sat in silence, soaking in the moment. You both knew that it was perfect, and you wanted to remember it forever.
âYou look really pretty in the moonlight.â You complimented him, admiring the way Carmyâs curls framed his face.
âYouâre making it really hard to not fall in love with you,â he teased, pulling you in for another kiss.
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desperate measures
words: 1.7k
warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, BABY TRAPPING!, pregnancy, female receiving oral
rafe thought it was just his paranoia, the gnawing thought in his mind that you were going to leave him. he never considered that it could be true, that you were putting plans into place.
until a rumor spread that you were fed up with his behavior. his over protectiveness, his anger issues. you love him, but think he needs to heal without you first. that's the claim thats whispered to him at the party, one you aren't attending, staying home to study for your online college class.
rafe rushes home, rage flooding through his veins, knowing he needs to do everything and anything to get you to stay.Â
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âhey gorgeous, almost done studying?â rafe combs his fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to your head.
âyeah.â you hum, tilting your head up to allow rafe to press a kiss to your lips. âjust give me 15 more minutes and ill come to bed, mkay?â
âokay.â rafe nods, squeezing your shoulder in support as you go back to typing out your essay. 15 minutes gives him plenty of time to do what he needs to.Â
rafe grabs the condoms out of his bedside table drawer, throwing them all onto the bed. he's not sure how many tries it'll take, but he's determined.
he moves to your pinboard next, grabbing a tack that holds up a picture of you and rafe when you first started your relationship, before you saw the dark side of him. rafe frowns at the picture instead of mimicking the smile in it like he normally does, now noticing the difference in you, your smile is not as wide, eyes duller, cheeks not as full.Â
âfuck.â rafe shakes his head, angry at himself for letting you down without even realizing it. things are going to change, he has to fix it. he canât let you leave. rafe moves back to the bed, pin in hand as he takes a condom package and presses a hole through it, making sure to skewer it completely through. he continues until every condom is poked, glad for once that you reacted badly to birth control and had to seek other methods to prevent getting pregnant.
rafe cleans up quickly, tossing everything back into the drawer and then pinning the picture back up, looking over the other snapshots that you put up. there's some of your friends, but most are of you and rafe. rafe knows you love him, he just needs to make sure you never stop.
âwhatcha looking at?â you ask as you enter the room, voice light and airy despite the bags under your eyes. rafe credited it to you taking college classes, but was now worried that he contributed to your current state.
âjust how beautiful you are.â rafe doesn't miss the look on your face, the surprise.
âoh.â you blush, raising your hands to press your fingertips into your cheeks.
âand im really sorry if i haven't been telling you that enough lately.â rafe crosses over to you, hands coming to cup your cheeks, your hands trapped under his.
âwhat are you doing rafe?â you question.
âi havenât been treating you well enough lately and im so sorry for that baby. i love you.â rafe presses his lips against yours. you react to the kiss, pushing past the surprise to kiss back, sliding your hands out from under his to grip his shirt, tugging his body into yours.
âare you tired princess?â rafe asks, lips still skimming over yours as he questions it.
ân-no.â you shake your head, bottom lip pouting out, making rafe lean in to kiss it. âwhy?â
âbecause i want you.â rafe smirks. he's used to your excuses. tired, headache, need to shave, need to eat, anything to get out of it.
âoh!â your eyebrows widen. âyeah.â you press yourself closer to rafe. it's been a long time since you felt the rush of lust for him, since he's treated you so sweetly, talked so candidly. no sign of anger or resentment hiding in his eyes. âyeah, i want you too.â
âgood.â rafe moves you to the bed. his hands work effortlessly as his mouth distracts you, pulling at your clothes until you're naked, all of his clothes still on.
ârafe, let me see you.â you pout, tugging at his shirt.
âno, let me focus on you, princess.â rafe moves lower to wrap his mouth around your nipple, giving you full attention while his other hand cups the other side of your chest.
ârafe.â you whine, completely forgetting about your relationship issues, about how you were just thinking of the right time to leave him as he plays with your chest, ignoring your cries and pleas for him to give you more.
âspread your legs, baby.â rafe pushes at your thighs until you help him, spreading your knees apart to present yourself to him.
rafe lays between your thighs, but not before pulling his shirt off, granting you your wish of having him at least get closer to the state of undress you're in.
âsuch a pretty pussy baby. gonna give it so much lovinâ, it's what you deserve.â rafe rubs your inner thighs, eyes locked on your wetness.Â
âwhat has gotten into you rafe?â you let out a breathy laugh, starting to get slightly suspicious of how sweet he's acting.
âjust wanna appreciate my lovely girl.â rafe moves closer, inhaling your scent before his tongue licks through your wetness.
you fist your hands in the sheets as he focuses in on your clit, knowing nothing gets you off faster than him sucking at your most sensitive part.
ârafe, oh my god!â you squeal. it's been a long time since he's given you head, and rafe is wondering himself why it's been so long since he tasted you on his tongue, moaning to himself as he swipes through what he swears is better than pure honey.
âso delicious.â he moans, the words vibrating over your pussy as he barely pulls away to speak, mouth greedily sucking at your clit, tongue rolling incessantly over it.
âit-it feels so good.â you moan, moving one hand to rafes head, his hair too short to grip onto, but you need the physical connection to him.
rafes eyes slide closed, concentrating on making you cum as soon as possible so he can get inside of you, his cock so hard he has to grind into the bed just to relieve himself slightly, knowing what he is about to.
rafe brings a finger to your entrance, carefully pushing in, knowing since it's been a while that he's going to have to open you up to take him. he immediately picks up speed to match to intensity of his mouth, only stopping sucking to press a few kisses to your clit.
âim-im gonna cum rafe, oh my god!â you let out a squeal, back arching off the bed as he works you until your high breaks through, legs clenching around his head, thighs pressing in but rafe doesn't let it deter him as he works you through it, only stopping when your whine from the oversensitivity and push at his head.
âgotta get inside you.â rafe pulls away, making sure to remove his finger carefully. he reaches over to the bedside table, grabbing a condom, knowing you won't notice the small hole pressed through the foil as you breathe deeply, recovering from your orgasm.
rafe tears the packaging open, standing up to briefly pull his pants and underwear off, sliding the condom over his hard cock, smirking when he can tell precisely where the small hole is. no way you wouldn't get pregnant, and then there is no way you'd be able to leave him.
âhow you want me baby?â rafe asks. he knows his preference. to turn you over and have you on your hands and knees, ass presented to him.
âlike this.â you open your arms up, wanting rafe close to you.
he nods, draping himself over your body, lips covering yours as his cock presses against your entrance, sinking in with a low moan.
your arms wrap around rafes shoulders, keeping him close to you, your chests pressed together as he lets you adjust for a moment, his cock pressing against your walls.
âgod, ive missed this.â you mew out.
âgonna work on treating you so much better.â rafe says, a look of seriousness overtaking his features. âyou're mine, baby.â he finished his words with a thrust. âall mine.â
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ârafe!â you finally manage to shout out. you hear his footsteps pounding up the stairs, entering the bedroom and then finally the bathroom where you're hunched over the toilet.
âbaby?â he questions, kneeling next to you, hands moving carefully.
âit's my stomach.â you groan, pressing a hand to your abdomen. âi must have come down with something.â
âyeah.â rafe nods. âim gonna get you a water.â rafe has to leave the room, he can't let you see him celebrate your morning sickness when you don't even know the true cause yet.
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âwhen you get a minuteâŚâ your hands are wrestling with each other behind your back, trying to control your nerves. âi need to talk to you.â
rafe smiles. surely you must have had a suspicion yourself and taken a pregnancy test. surely that's what you must be holding behind your back.
âi have a minute right now.â rafe stands up from his desk, crossing the room. when he goes to place his hands on your shoulders, you take a deep inhale, not even meaning to retreat yet you step back into the doorway.
âbaby?â rafe questions.
âim pregnant.â you blurt out.
rafe tries to control his excitement, tries to mimic shock before he pulls you into a hug, feeling how tense you are. âbaby, thatâs so exciting! oh my god, we are gonna be parents.â he takes your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to your lips, even though you donât really reciprocate. âyouâre gonna be the best mom ever.â
âi⌠i have something else to tell you too.â you feel tears fill your eyes, not stopping them from flowing down your cheeks. âi was gonna break up with you.â you let out a sob, burying your face in rafes chest as you continue. âi was gonna break up with you until i took a test and it came back positive. iâm so sorry rafe, i never wanted to leave i just thought-â
âhey, shh.â rafe strokes your back gently. âthe past is the past. this baby will bring us together, okay? we are gonna be parents, happy, in love parents. thats what matters.â
you nod, snuggling into rafe as he kisses the top of your head, glad that you canât see the smirk on his face, his plan executed perfectly.
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Drunk In Love
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pairing: harry potter x female reader
warnings: fluff, mentions of drinking
summary: harry got drunk and when his friend dropped him off to you, he forgot you were his girlfriend
a/n: i thought this was cute, currently watching poa while writing this
song: kiss me - sixpence none the richer
You were lying in bed with your pajamas while reading a book. Downstairs there was a Gryffindor party in the common room, but you had a bit of a headache so you decided staying in your dorm would be better.
Your reading was interrupted when you heard knocking on the door.
"Who is it?" you call as you place the book down and stand up.
"It's Ron... and Harry!"
You go and open the door and smile at two of your favorite people.
"Hello," you smile at them.
Harry's eyes were closed as he leaned on the door frame and Ron was holding him up with on arm.
"Hi, I came to bring Harry. He had too much Firewhisky and then started to shout about how he wanted you, so I figured it was best to bring him here before he embarrasses himself more," he quickly explains.
"Classic Harry, thanks for bringing him Ron," you laugh.
Ron pulls him and places him in your arms. You thank him again, he tells you to come get him if you need anything and he goes back downstairs to the party.
"Hi Harry," you say while brushing some hair off his forehead with your fingers.
"Ah! Don't touch my hair," he says in alarm with slurred words.
"Why not," you frown.
"Only my girlfriend can do that"
"Oh really?" you grin.
"Yep," he hiccups.
You sit him down on the bed and fix his glasses that were falling down his nose, you kiss his forehead and he lets out a shriek.
"My girlfriend is going to kill me," he mumbles in horror and wipes away your kiss with his hand.
"Who is this girlfriend of yours?"
"Y/n," he sighs dreamily falling back onto the bed.
"Wanna tell me about her?"
"She's perfect. She's so sweet too, shes like- like- a rainbow of happiness"
"A rainbow of happiness?" you giggle at his words.
"Mhm, she is like- so pretty that I'm jealous, and everyone loves her. She plays with my hair, and holds my hand everywhere, and I love kissing her. Her mouth is so amazing-" Harry smiles while he thinks of you.
You started to blush at his words and he continued to ramble about the things he loves about you.
"I'm going to marry her one day," he blurts out with red cheeks.
"W-what?"
"Do you think she would marry me? Oh! I need to start planning," he stands up and stumbles to the desk to find paper.
"Woah, woah, you can plan another time, and I'm sure she would be more than happy to marry you," you tell him as you bring him back to the bed.
You go to take his shirt off to change him into his pajamas, but he tugs his shirt back down.
"Don't look!" Harry exclaims, worry clear on his face.
"Fine, if I close my eyes will you change into these clothes?"
"Yes, turn and cover your eyes. No peeking!"
"No peeking, got it," you laugh.
He changes fast and he tells you that you can look again.
"Y/n is the only person who can see me like that. Not a random girl in my room- do you think she'll be mad at me because you're here?"
"Umm- lets just get your teeth and hair brushed"
"Okay," he sighs.
You bring him to the bathroom and hand him his toothbrush and watch him struggle to keep his eyes open.
You brush his hair and when you both finish you two lay on the bed.
His eyes are falling shut as you hand him water to drink. He spills it on himself when he misses his mouth. You laugh and say a spell to dry him and the bed.
"Night, mystery person. Tell y/n I said goodnight and I love her if you see her," he whispers drifting off to sleep.
"Okay, goodnight Harry," you kiss his head.
The next morning you had so much fun teasing him about the previous night.
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You Like Me? - Matt Sturniolo
Part Two Pairings; bsf!Matt x bsf!Reader Summary; After Chris & Nick convince Matt to go to a party with them, he overdoes it and has to carried home. The night ends in a silly drunken confession. Wc; 1458 Warnings; fluff 𼰠strong language, mentions of alcohol use, vomitting, A.n; This is my first imagine & third post. Check out my Matt & Chris hc!! All reactions are highly appreciated â¤ď¸ Current Matt series - City of Love
"Chris, you have to hold him up," Nick complains to his brother. You guys were coming in from a fun night out, after finally convincing their introverted brother to tag along, with the help of yourself of course.
You fumbled with the key, trying to put it in the keyhole but failing once again.
"C'mon Y/n, this man is fucking dead weight back here," Chris groans. You look over your shoulder to see a flustered, yet aggravated expression etched across his face. Poor guy.
Matt overdid it and had way too many shots tonight which was odd because you'd think he would've been completely out of his comfort zone, making him not want to drink at all but it did the complete opposite. Little did you know the only reason he even came out tonight was because you were going to be there and he couldn't bear the thought of sitting at home alone, not knowing if another guy was flirting with you or not. That and he had plans to let the liquid courage help him confess his feelings for you tonight. The feelings he had been dying to tell you since the third month of your friendship, when he actually figured it out it wasn't just attraction he had towards you.
You felt bad seeing the boys struggle to hold him up, each one of Matt's arms draped over their shoulders as he lets all of his weight hang at his feet. You quickly mumble a sorry before successfully sticking the key in the keyhole and unlocking the door. You push it open, stepping aside so you aren't in the way, going in behind them and closing it.
"Birds of a feather, we should stick together," you hear your best friend sing as his brothers drag him down the hall to his room. You throw your head back laughing as you stumble out of your heels. Matt already threw up twice - once at the party and another time in the car. It was in serious need of a detailing this week.
"Oh my fucking-," you hear Nick shout from Mattâs bedroom, "gross!" His voice is quickly followed by gut wrenching gags from Matt, or maybe it was one of his brothers. All you knew is that someone was puking so you raced down the hall, your own drunken haze wearing you down causing you to go slower, stumbling over your own two feet.
You turn the corner of Matt's bedroom, seeing him slumped over his bedside trash bin, emptying his stomach, for the third time tonight. Your motherly instincts kick in and you make your way to him, rubbing his back as he continues to throw up. His body wasn't used to that much alcohol, he wasn't a drinker at all.
"Oh Matt," you coo, attempting to soothe him as he hurls. You look over at his brothers, both covered in Matt's throw up with disgusted looks on their faces. "Has he eaten anything?" concern laced through your voice, "his stomach can't handle all the alcohol he had to tonight. Go get a couple pieces of bread for him to eat," you order, hoping one of them will do as you say so you don't have to leave Matt's side. You had been through the exact same thing he was going through one too many times, so you knew exactly what he needed.
Nick rushes out of the room, coming back with a couple pieces of bread and a bottle of water. He sets it down on the nightstand and takes a few steps back, clearly concerned about Matt because he's not worried about being covered in puke.
You look over at him, "you should go get changed. I got him, he'll be okay," reassuring him. Chris stood in the doorway, "are you sure?" He takes a few steps forward and looks at Matt, "what if he has alcohol poisoning?"
"Alco-whaa?" Matt grumbles, lifting his head from the trashcan and falling back on the bed.
"He'd be way worse if he had that," you tell him, "trust me," before sitting Matt up and wiping his mouth. To no avail, he slumps over and hits his head on the headboard, groaning and throwing a hand up to cover the goose egg that's more than likely forming. You sigh, pulling him up again, this time propping him up with pillows. "Here," cracking the water bottle open and bringing it to his lips, "drink."
Matt takes a sip from the water bottle, looking at you with his eyes bleary from the inoperative state the alcohol had him in. You smile at him, taking the water bottle away and replacing it with a piece of bread, "eat it," nodding him on. He takes a big bite and chomps on it, making you giggle. You look at Chris and Nick, kind of like you're reassuring them he'd be just fine. It works and they go on their way to clean themselves up.
You watch has Matt still chomps on his bread, staring at you with ogle eyes, "you're so fucking pretty," his speech is still slurred but a lot clearer than before.Â
A blush creeps up on your face, "shut up, Matt. You're drunk."
"S'what," he slurs, a kool-aid smile stretched across his smile, "you're still gorgeous."Â
Over the last year and a half, you and Matt had been friends, and he never flirted with you. So, your immediate thought was it had to be caused by his intoxicated state.
"Shut up and eat your bread," you mumbled a bit embarrassed. Thank God Chris and Nick weren't in the room, they'd never let the two of you live it down. Standing up to set the water on his nightstand, Matt reaches his hands out to your thighs, pulling you towards him.
You squeal at the sudden contact, "Matt, what are you doing?!"
"Cuddle with me," he whines, making sure to keep a tight grip on the backs of your thighs, pressing his head to your stomach. You look down at him, pushing a piece of hair out of his face. Matt looks up with the biggest puppy dog eyes, "please."
How could you say no to that face? Yeah, you found Matt attractive, who didn't? But you never thought he'd have his arms wrapped around your waist, begging you to cuddle with him. After debating with your inner conscious for a second, you convince yourself the outcome couldn't be that bad. Nodding to Matt, "fine," pushing him back and crawling up next to him.
His arm snakes around your shoulder and you lay your head on his chest. The two of you stay frozen in time for a while and he finally looks down at you, "I really like you, Y/n."
You snicker, "go to sleep, Matt." You were definitely giving him shit about this in the morning.
"I'm not that drunk anymore," he tells you in a defensive tone before sitting up, making you sit up with him. What was this kid getting at? Confusion spreads across your face and your eyes search the room, almost like youâre for hidden cameras. "The water helped," you hear him say.
"So, what are you trying to say, Matt," you keep your tone quiet. Was he implying he had feelings for you? You two have been friends for a little a year and a half so this sudden confession had you struck for words. Matt had never indicated he liked you or even looked at you as anything more than friends. There were no signs. This was out of the blue for you.
"I like you," he hums, obviously still drunk but not as drunk as before. He was sobering up by the minute now that the bread was absorbing all the leftover alcohol in his stomach. He looks at you, leaning in, "just told you that, silly goose," and bops your nose with his index finger.
"Y-you like me?" you stutter, trying not to overreact, "since when?"
"Since forever, duh," he laughs. Usually Matt would be embarrassed to no end having confessed his feelings to you but his intoxicated state put him at ease, "ask anyone. They all know," he nods proudly.
You ran your finger through your hair, not believing what you're hearing. "You're gonna regret this in the morning, Matthew," you tell him, using his full government name so he knows you're serious.
"Nuh-uh," he argues, "that's the only reason I got this wasted tonight, so I'd finally tell you." His final confession leaves your jaw hanging wide open, "ask my brothers. They knew the plan," he giggles before falling back onto his bed and letting the liquor take over his system, sending him into a deep sleep.
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Wrote this while taking a hot bubble bath. 10/10 recommend.
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TAKE ME UP | OS
park sunghoon x gn!reader
non idol au + 7 minutes in heaven + exes to situationship + angst + light fluff + college au + oral sex (giving) + blow job + implied unrequited love (hehe)
a/n; technically could be read as male reader
sunghoon didnât want you. he made it very clear that he didnât want to have you, just desire you. the words he had said that day âweâre better at wanting each other than having each otherâ rang through your head for weeks. it made sense, how heâs only want you to show off, to have fun but never to actually have soft moments with.
it was always you yearning for gentle love. you werenât exactly all soft, you were like a current of waterâ calm and steady but overflowing and aggressive when pushed âŚbut he was fire. consuming and evaporating. he drained you.
at some point you agreed. you two are better as anything but lovers. as much as it hurt.
heâs always around. you have mutual friends. itâs⌠painful. you always yearn for what couldâve, but you wish desperately to move on just like he has. you wish it didnât bother you despite how little you think of him. still⌠your heart naturally yearns.
âseven what?â you ask as you take a sip of your drink.
âseven minutes in heaven!â ni-ki exclaims, grinning sadistically.
âwhatâs that?â you ask, genuinely.
sunoo and jay turn to you. âyou being for real?â
âyes,â you raise a brow, âokay, call me stupid then.â
âno one is calling you stupid,â jay defends.
âi am,â ni-ki snorts. you narrow your eyes at him, âseven minutes in heaven is basically whoever is paired has to be in a room or closet for seven minutes or however long and do some freaky stuff.â
you blink, âoh.â
âletâs go play!â ni-ki shouts to the people that attended the party.
it was a total of 12 people. the bottle spun. cheers. boos. if anyone wanted to skip, they had to take a shot of lemon juice. you werenât certain if youâd skip or anything, depended on who you were paired with. still, you wondered â what if you were paired with sunghoon?
the boy is clearly having fun with jay, whoâs next to him. they chat between themselves, they laugh. why does it bother you? is it because clearly youâre not even worth acknowledging? not even a glance? you feel so alone.
âsunghoon aaanddâŚ. y/n!â
you blink out of your thoughts, snapping your head towards ni-ki. âiâll take the lemon shot.â
âwhat?â everyone gasps, disappointed and shocked.
sunghoon huffs, âwhat? youâre not over me? scared youâll spill out your feelings?â
âyouâre not worth my time,â you say as casual as possible and take the shot.
itâs bitter. sour. you make a face but you wonât show them youâre affected. sunghoon is saying something. you donât know what. itâs not worth it. you mean nothing to him. so⌠why do you keep making him something for yourself? heesung is next to you, he puts a hand over yours while everyone continues the game.
âyou good?â he asks softly, covered by the shouts of enthusiasm from everyone when the next pair is chosen.
you shrug, âi guess i am. i just like to keep clinging onto things that stopped having meaning long ago.â
heesungâs eyes soften, ây/n⌠if you want to leave iâll leave with you.â
âfor what? iâm not⌠upset.â you look around, unsure what to stare at. everyone looks happy. âi just⌠i donât know.â
âyou wish things were different?â
you shake your head, âi wish i was different. why do i feel likeâŚ.â
âlike youâre not moving on?â his thumb rubs over your knuckles. you nod. âeveryone goes through it differently.â
you look at him.
âdonât feel bad because heâs indifferent and you canât do the same. that just shows youâre real with your processâŚâ he stares at you lovingly, ây/n-â
ây/n anddddddd,â ni-ki spins the bottle again, âsunghoon again!â
everyone is quiet. this is awkward. again? heesungâs fingers twitch over your hand.
âlemon shot?â ni-ki offers, shifting his sight between you and sunghoon.
âiâm down,â you say.
sunghoon doesnât smirk. his expression is neutral. âme too.â
still, the tension doesnât dissipate from the atmosphere. jay and heesung glance at each other. you take your hand out from under heesungâs and pat his hand with tender appreciation. heesung watches as you stand and go to the room with sunghoon. ni-ki had stated before hand that thereâs no closet big enough for two people. a room had to do.
sunghoon walks into the room first, you follow suit. the door isnât even closed behind you fully when he slams you into it. the lock clicking, your eyes strain on sunghoonâa glaring eyes.
âthe hell-â your mouth is suddenly attacked him his lips.
heâs kissing you. you almost push him off, but your body goes lax as he opens his mouth and starts to makeout with you. your canât help it, heâs always been your guilty pleasure. you pant when he pulls away, his warm, moist breath on your lips.
âthat it? nothing more in mind?â you ask, challenging despite how frantic your heart is beating inside your chest.
he grins, âi have a couple of ideasâŚ.â he said, glancing down at your lips again.
you hum back, his cockiness giving you an idea. you kneel down in front of him, bringing you eye level with his crotch, âletâs see what you can take for the remaining five minutes.â
âone way to find out.â he said, immediately excited at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. you reached up and unbuttoned his pants, shimmying them down slightly, ây/n are you really..?â he asked, suddenly thereâs doubt in his eyes.
âbacking out on me?â you ask, snickering at him. you palmed him through his boxers and he let out a low groan, his head falling back against the door with a thud.
you smirked and reached into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his dick and pulling it out. you kitten licked the tip and his hips twitch. he lets out a soft whine.
âquiet. or do you want them to hear how whiney you get for me?" you warned.
you hardly gave him a chance to think about it before taking him into your mouth, he let out a low moan for a second before he remembered what you said and held it back. you sank down as far as you could, slightly gagging as he hit the back of your throat, the sensation making his dick twitch in your mouth. still, youâre a trooper, it doesnât faze you after a second.
you took your time sucking him off, keeping your actions slow and teasing. he bucks his hips up into your mouth and you bring a hand up to his hips, pushing him back into the door and holding him in place. he whines, pushing up against your hand. you pull back and he falls out of your mouth.
he whines out of frustration, ây/n- please i was so close. felt good-â
âcum when i tap your hip, not before. not after.â
he whines, not liking the order but still, he nods.
"thatâs better." you say before guiding him back into your mouth.
you go back to your slow pace, trying to keep him from getting to the edge too quickly. his hips twitch, hinting at how close he was. you lap at the underside of his dick, his breath hitches. you hear footsteps coming from the hall, your time is almost up. yet you bob your head, you move your tongue and he canât keep his noises to himself. they knock on the door â you tap â he cums in you mouth with a gasp.
âuh, timeâs up,â someone says, you pull off of sunghoon.
heâs slump against the door, breathing uneven. you tuck him on lazily, coming up and being at eye level again. you grin, âthe only one that spilled anything here was you baby,â you peck his lips, taking in his hot, heavy breaths.
he grabs you by the back of your head and kisses you again.
âguys-?â
âiâm sorry-â sunghoon pants between kisses, âgives us a minute!â
âuh- sure?â and then thereâs giggles from the living room.
âanother minute?â you question, eyeing sunghoon with that tenderness you wish you didnât have for him.
sunghoon nods, breathing normal now. âi just⌠i need one more minute with you. even if itâs the last.â
you close your eyes and your head falls forward into his neck. âdonât.â
ây/nâŚâ
âyou broke up with me. you left me.â you whisper, scared to break down into tears at the memory.
âi know,â he whispers, âiâm sorry⌠i just⌠feel so undeserving of you.â
âme tooâŚâ
you stay there in his embrace. he doesnât want to let goâŚ. neither do you. just one more minute⌠you two allow yourselves to love just one more minuteâŚ
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Suburban Sparks
Pairing: Javier PeĂąa x Steve's Little Sister Female Reader Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: What you think is another lame party hosted by your lame brother turns into an unforgettable night with the man you've had a crush on for the past eight years. Warnings: getting to fuck your teenage crush, smut, unprotected p in v sex (reader is on the pill and both are tested), oral f receiving, age gap (Javi's around 40, reader's in her twenties), almost getting caught by your big brother because Javier PeĂąa is too good at oral, alcohol, green shirt muzzle, spot the "juno" by sabrina reference. Words: 6,150 Thank you to @saradika-graphics for the dividers.
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 âHoney!â your mom happily exclaims from the kitchen table. âStevey sent us mail!â
Stevey. Your brotherâs currently hunting down one of the worldâs most dangerous drug dealers and yet she still calls your older brother his childhood nickname.Â
âOh?â you feign interest as you take a seat and pour yourself a bowl of cereal.Â
âLook how handsome he is here,â your mom says, holding up the photo. Yeah, okay, thereâs your brother, he looks the same. But then, your eyes move to whoâs standing next to him, and you almost spill the milk.
Standing next to him is the most handsome man youâve ever seen. Wow. He looks like a vintage model of a car, out of place in his tight jeans and yellow aviators, but cool in a classic way. Youâve never liked mustaches, and yet, it works on him. Tall and fit, with wide shoulders and a broad chest. Your fingers tingle at the thought of running them through his hair.
âIs that⌠Javier?â you ask, trying to sound nonchalant.Â
âIâm sure it is,â your mom muses. "He's handsome isnât he?â
âI guess,â you shrug, all of those acting classes you took in middle school sure have paid off now as you pretend to not be totally enamored with the man in the photo.Â
Your mom chatters on about Steve's latest exploits, but you're only half-listening, youâre too busy thinking about Javier. You wonder what his voice sounds like, if his hands are as strong as they look, how his mustache would feel against your skin.Â
You visit the photo album with the picture of Javier often. And on a day when youâre feeling particularly brave, you take the photo from the page. And thenârip. Stevey is gone, leaving Javier alone. You tuck the photo into your pocket before sliding it into your bedside drawer.Â
Years pass, the photo of Javier still sits in the bottom of your bedside drawer, as if itâs almost a token of your girlhood, of your innocence, of your teenage dreams. It moves with you from crappy apartment to crappy apartment. Sure, it feels a little pathetic to hold on to the secret connection with a man youâve never met, but a girl never forgets her first crush on an older man.Â
Steve sometimes mentions him, bringing snippets of information about Javier. âJaviâs still chasing cartels,â he might casually say over dinner, making your heart skip a beat. Or, âPeĂąaâs thinking about transferring back to the States,â and suddenly you think about actually meeting him.
You go to college, date a few people along the wayâan artist named Adam, a burlesque dancer named Rachel, a fellow actor named Trevor. You even spend three solid years with Lincoln, the sensible guy your parents just loved⌠but none of them ever quite measured up to the mysterious DEA agent who exists only in sporadic mentions and that faded photo.Â
Some nights, after a couple glasses of wine, you still pull out the photo and think about him. What is he like now? Does he still dress like his closet is from the decade prior? What makes him laugh? Does he laugh often? Does he hold anyone in his arms at night? What would it feel like to be in those strong arms? Scenarios dance through your headâmaybe he visits Steve, or you randomly meet him at a coffee shop. In your mind, he always notices you, and always feels the exact pull you feel. A girl can dream, even when sheâs an adult with a job and an apartment.Â
Steve and you have always lived very different lives. While he was the star athlete in school, you avoided sports, choosing the stage instead. While he was hunting down Pablo Escobar and saving the world from the cocaine king, you were secretly learning how to grow marijuana plants in your closet hidden from your parents. While heâs happily married, settled down, and raising your niece, youâve just broken up with Lincoln, because he wanted kids and a future you werenât ready for.Â
You climb into your beat-up car that you really only rely on to get to Steveâs house for his and Connieâs annual harvest bonfire. The world turns from narrow streets lined with brick buildings to wide roads with large homes and playgrounds. Buses and pedestrians are traded for SUVâs and minivans. Â
Steve only lives twenty minutes away from your tiny apartment in the Adams Morgan section of DC. Your kitchen is the size of his closet. Whenever you take the drive to his perfect suburban home, you feel like youâre traveling to a different world, especially once you pull up to his house. His pristine suburban castle with a driveway bigger than your whole apartment, feels like a whole world away, not less than a half hour.
The wooden gate creaks as you push it open, the sound immediately catching Oliviaâs attention.
âAuntie!â she shouts, running toward you with her arms flailing in excitement.
âHey, Liv!â You hug her tight and kiss the top of her head as she giggles.Â
âHey kid!â Connie calls from the patio, making her way down the steps carrying two bottles of beer.Â
âEvening. One of those for me?â you ask.Â
âNope, we had some help setting up,â she tilts her head towards the gazebo. Steve sits next to⌠Javier PeĂąa. Crap.Â
Suddenly, you're hyper-aware of your outfit: an oversized flannel thrown over a plain white tee, faded jeans, and your scuffed Doc Martens. You dressed for a lame party hosted by your brother, never thinking the man that used to star in all of your teenage fantasies would be here.Â
Your heart races as you approach the gazebo and try to keep your cool. Javier's eyes meet yours, and for a moment you forget how to breathe. He's even more handsome in real life, his mustache is perfectly groomed with sideburns that frame his chiseled jaw. Fuck, heâs so much better than that ripped picture that lives in your bedside table drawer.Â
"Hey sis," Steve calls out, breaking the spell. "This is Javier PeĂąa, my old workmate in Colombia."
Yeah Steveâyou know all about him.Â
Javier offers a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes⌠you feel so intimidated. "Nice to meet you," he says, his voice low and gravelly.
You manage a nod, suddenly at a loss for words⌠something nobody would ever say about you. "Yeah, hi, nice to meet you too,â you respond darting your eyes every which way to avoid looking at him.Â
His eyes stay locked on you, you notice a slight movement in his jaw as he looks you up and down. Your body heats at his assessment.Â
Steve breaks the tension with his voice.â Javi had a job interview at the office today. We couldn't let him stay at some boring hotel, now could we?"
âMighty kind of you,â Javi says, his eyes still on you. You nervously shuffle on your feet, at a loss of words, trying to not show your inner panic.Â
Steve clears his throat, catching Javierâs attention. âWhereâs Lincoln?âÂ
âOh, yeah, we broke up,â you shrug, taking a seat across from Javier, trying to loosen your shoulders.
âWhat?!â Steve exclaims. âI liked him!â
You roll your eyes. "Well, I can give him your number if youâre that upset. Heâs single now."
A small chuckle leaves Javierâs lips.Â
BEEP. BEEP. Steveâs watch goes off and he checks it with a frown. "I gotta go take care of the chili. You two going to be alright?â
âWell manage,â Javier answers, leaning back into the chair.
Fuck, this is⌠this is something you used to dream about. Sitting across from Javier Peùa, just the two of you. Except in those dreams you were a hell of a lot cooler, now you can barely look over at him, your focus remaining on the frayed edge of your plaid shirt.
The silence stretches between the two of you.
âSo,â he says, breaking the tenseness, âyou broke up with your boyfriend recently?â
You meet his gaze. âYeah. He wanted kids, the whole future thing. I wasnât into it.â
Javier nods, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "And what are you into?"
You swallow hard, feeling your cheeks burn hot under Javier's intense gaze. What the hell are you into? God, if he only knew the fantasies you've had about him over the years. Thatâs what youâre really into. You use your improv lessons to good use.Â
âSurviving this lame suburban party hosted by my lame brother and his patient wife whoâs way out of his league.â
Javier laughs. âConnie said Iâd like you.â
You raise an eyebrow, feeling a bit bolder now that youâve made him laugh twice. âAnd was she right?â
âAccording to Steve, sheâs never wroââ
âAuntie!â Oliviaâs excited voice interrupts as she barrels toward you. âCome see my new dollhouse! Itâs soooo big!â She grabs at your hand, tugging with all her might.
âSorry, Javier, I have important aunt things to take care of,â you say standing up and letting Olivia pull you toward the house.
The party is in full swing. Steveâs friends are all here, standing in little circles with their polished wives.
They regale each other with tales of their kidsâwhoâs excelling at school, who got the karate trophy. Someone is getting new hardwood floors, someoneâs leaving for Bermuda on Tuesday. Itâs a far cry from your parties with your friends, watching cartoons, discussing war crimes, and smoking joints on the tiny fire escape.
You glance over at Javier who lingers near the edge of the firepit. He looks as out of place as you, standing quietly, arms folded, watching the crowd. Heâs listening, but not engagingâyou know heâs just as uninterested in these tales of suburban bliss as you are.
You catch his eye for a moment, he tugs the edge of mouth up in a knowing smirk, as if youâre both in on the same joke. Two outsiders in this picture perfect world.
Connie breezes by with a tray of appetizers, smiling warmly at everyone as she plays the perfect hostess. Sheâs good at this, making it all look easy. You do admire her for it, but it all feels so stifling to you. You take a long sip from your hot apple cider and bourbon, hoping the alcohol will help soothe all the thoughts of how youâre not part of this world.Â
You lean against the patio railing, watching as one of Steveâs friends launches into yet another story about their perfect child and their achievements. Javier comes and stands beside you, his presence making you feel almost lightheaded. You take another drink.
âNot exactly our crowd, huh?â you ask under your breath, loud enough for only him to hear.
He chuckles, shaking his head. âYou could say that.â
You take another sip, glancing up at him. âKind of feels like weâre in a brochure for suburbia, doesnât it?â
Javier looks over at you, your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of him glowing in the flicker of the orange flames. âDefinitely.âÂ
âThink thereâs a section on how to survive these kinds of things?â
He nods.
Another stretch of silence is shared between the two of you. Yours and his eyes observing all of the exploits of the perfect couples from afar.
Steveâs laughter echoes across the yard. âHey! PeĂąa, come on over here! This guy used to live near Laredo!â
Javier looks over at you and with an apologetic nod and walks towards Steveâs group with measured movements, like heâs already preparing to blend into the conversation.
The party begins to die down. Youâve been in a circle of conversation with Connie and a few of her friends. Connieâs warmth helps you fit in better, along with the warm apple cider and bourbon. You feel good and happy from all the spiked cider, like you can fit in a little more with Connie and her fellow perfect moms and wives.Â
Your watch reads 11:45 when the last of Steve and Connieâs friends say goodbye. Javier helps Steve stack the chairs, you allow yourself to stare and watch the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt. Taking drink after drink of your cider to try to quiet the want for him coursing through you.
"Hey, sis," Steve calls out, wandering over to where you're sitting on the edge of the deck. "You good to drive?" His blue eyes are red rimmed, heâs definitely had a good time tonight.
âUh, no, not the best idea,â you shrug, suddenly feeling just how many drinks you had.
Connie appears at Steve's side, her arm wraps around his waist. Sheâs just as tipsy as your brother. "No worries, hun. You can stay in the guest room tonight. Though, Javierâs in your usual.â
Your heart skips a beat at the thought of staying under the same roof as him. You forgot he was staying here tonight. You nod, trying to not show the panic thatâs inside you. "Thanks."
Steve yawns. "Well, I think it's time for bed. Long day, good party. You two gonna be okay out here?"
"We'll be fine," Javier says, his voice low.
Connie gives you a knowing look, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "Don't stay up too laaaaate," she sings. Steveâs oblivious, thankfully.
You watch as Steve and Connie make their way inside, arms wrapped around each other, giggling like teenagers. The sliding glass door closes behind them with a soft click, leaving you and Javier alone.
âYou want to hang out?â He asks, nodding his head toward the low fire.Â
âYeah,â you breathe out. Is this a dream?Â
You take a seat in a low adirondack chair, Javi chooses the one right next to you, not across, but next.
The fire crackles, casting a soft glow across Javier's face. You remind yourself to not turn your head and stare.Â
"So," he says, turning to face you, his eyes roaming your face. "Tell me about yourself."
"What do you want to know?"
âWhatever you want to tell me.â
"Well, much to my parentâs chagrin,â you take a deep breath. âI donât live the suburban dream like my brother," you say, gesturing towards the large house. "I've got a tiny apartment in DC. My neighbors are a bunch of college kids and starving artists like me.â
"Sounds more interesting than this," he nods.
âNever a dull moment,â you shrug, finishing the cup of cider.Â
"And what do you do?"
"I do graphic design, mainly freelancing for nonprofits and small businesses in between what few acting jobs I can book. Struggling artist and actor is not nearly as important as a DEA agent,â you shrug. âBut it pays the rent and keeps me creative⌠though mom and dad are still confused why Iâd want to do something so pointless with my life."
âStill sounds like youâre making a difference.â He offers you his glass of straight whiskey heâs been slowly sipping all night. His dark eyes watch you take a drink, your body melting at the thought of your lips touching his.Â
âI guess,â you shrug, handing the glass back to him. âItâs not like Iâm changing the world or anything. Just helping make things look nice, you know?â
His eyes donât leave you.
âDoesnât sound so small to me,â he says quietly.
âYeah, well, itâs definitely not as thrilling as what you and Steve used to do in Colombia. I canât imagine going from hunting down drug lords to⌠whatever this is,â you say, gesturing to the pristine yard.
âWhen the job ends, you either pack up and leave or youâre left with the mess.â He turns to face the fire, his eyes are distant, like heâs somewhere else entirely.
You hum in agreement, wondering what type of memories he carries with him.
âBut I can see why your brotherâs settled into this. Itâs simple. Predictable.â
âBoring,â you add with a smirk.
âYeah,â he agrees, with a half smile. âBoring.â
âSo, all of this doesnât appeal to you? The beautiful lawn, the beautiful wife, the picket fence? Seems like something every man wants.â
âNot everyone does,â he says after a pause.
"Yeah?â You tilt your head, curious.
âI used to think about it. But it never worked out that way. My job⌠didnât leave much room for anything else.â
You give him a soft smile and nod. The silence floats through the air as the fire dies down.
âMaybe if the right person shows upâŚâ he softly murmurs, finishing his glass of whiskey.Â
You stifle a yawn.
"Getting late," Javier observes. "We should probably head inside."
You nod, suddenly aware of how tired you are. The fire has died down to glowing embers, the late night air turns chillier. You stand, swaying slightly as the effects of the apple cider and bourbon hit you.
"Whoa there," Javier says, his hand reaching out to steady you. His touch sends a jolt through your body.
"I'm fine," you insist, even as you lean into his warmth. "Just need some water."
He closely follows you into the house. The kitchen is dark, illuminated only by a night light plugged into the wall.Â
"Glasses?" Javier asks.
"Um, top cabinet, I think.â
He grabs two glasses and fills them with water from the tap, handing one to you.
"Thanks," you murmur, taking a long sip. You lean against the counter, Javi stands in front of you. Somehow, Steveâs large kitchen now feels entirely too small, being in the presence of Javierâs wide shoulders and handsome face makes it hard to breathe.
âSo,â you say, licking the water off your lips. âYour interview go well today?â
He nods, his eyes stay on your mouth. "Yeah. Donât know what to think of it."
"Having second thoughts?"
He shrugs, his broad shoulders moving under his shirt. "Maybe. It's a desk job. Feels... strange after everything."
You nod, understanding. "Must be hard to go from all that excitement to pushing papers."
"It's... I don't know if Iâll be able to fit in that world."
"I know. Sometimes I look at Steve's life and wonder how we came from the same parents. Like we came from the same place, but I took a left turn while he took a right." His eyes meet yours, a spark of recognition passing between you. "So, if not a desk job, what do you want?"
He takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'm not sure," he admits. "But I know it's not this." You understand exactly what heâs saying⌠the house, the neighborhood, the whole suburban lifestyle.
You swallow hard, your heart racing. "And what about right now? What do you want right now?"
You feel like you might burn up in flames under the heat of his eyes. Slowly and deliberately, he sets his glass down on the counter and moves to stand in front of you, his broad body casting you in complete darkness, blocking the dim glow of the night light. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb traces your lips.
"You," Javier murmurs, his eyes planted on your lips. "Right now, I want you."
You blink, unbelieving at the words you just heard. For years, youâve dreamed of this. Imagined what itâd feel like to be touched by him, the sound of his voice. And now, itâs real. You expect to wake.Â
"Javier," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly. "Iâ"
He doesnât allow you to finish your thought, his lips seal over yours with a soft, hesitant kiss⌠like he knows heâs in his friendâs kitchen kissing his little sister. But when you wrap your arms around his neck, pull him closer and open your mouth, he softly groans as his tongue licks against yours.
His hands move to your hips, gripping them firmly as he pushes you back against the counter. The cool tile edge digs into your lower back.
He trails his lips along your jawline, down to your neck. A soft moan escapes your lips before you can stop it.
âShh,â he soothes against your skin, his hot breath and mustache sends shivers down your spine.
You nod, biting your lip to keep quiet as his hands roam your body..
His fingers trace patterns on your bare skin when he slides his hands under your flannel and up your shirt. You shiver at his touch, desire pooling low in your belly. His lips find yours again, the kiss deeper and more urgent now.
A sudden creek from upstairs alerts the two of you. You both freeze, lips still barely touching, breath mingling between you.
He pulls back slightly, eyes dark and conflicted. Your chests rise and fall rapidly.
"We can't," he whispers, voice rough with regret. "Youâreâyouâre Steveâs little sister."
You nod, understanding and disappointed.
He takes a step back, running a hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry," he says softly, his eyes rounded in guilt. "I shouldn't haveâ"
"No," you interrupt, shaking your head. "Don't apologize. I wanted it too."Â
Youâve wanted it for years.
A tense silence falls between you. You can feel the ghost of his lips on yours and his hands on you.
"I should go to bed," you say finally, breaking the silence. "It's late."
Javier nods, his jaw clenching slightly. "Yeah, me too."
You make your way to the stairs, Javier following close behind.
âWell,â you lean against the threshold of your temporary room, with your hand on the doorknob. âGoodnight Javi.â
He runs his tongue across his teeth, sending you a lascivious wink. âSweet dreams, bonita.â He glances down the hall, towards Steve and Connieâs room.Â
Your fingers tighten around the doorknob, knowing once you turn it and open the door, the night will end. All you have to do is just take one step toward him and live out your teenage dream. With one last look at him, standing broad and tall in front of you, his lips agape, with his handsome jaw tense, you turn the knob and step into the room, shutting the door on your wildest fantasy coming true.
You toss and turn in bed, overheated by the kiss, feeling the touch of Javier imprinted on your skin. You stop yourself from getting out of bed and tip toeing to Javierâs door multiple times. Youâre driving yourself craâ
A soft succession of knocks tap against your door.
God, it better be him.Â
You delicately tip toe over to the door and open it.Â
The door creaks open just enough, a blur of green sweeps in. His lips crash into yours, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth as he gently nudges the door closed.Â
He pulls back, his eyes heavy, roaming your panting, frenzied face.Â
âYou gotta be quiet, I can only do this if you promise to be quiet.âÂ
You nod, your eyes blinking wide.Â
âYeah?â he asks, eyebrow tilting up.Â
âY-yes,â you whimper, his big arm wrapped around you tight, your hands clasping the soft olive green cotton of his shirt.Â
He nods, sealing his mouth over yours. Your tongue responds to his, tasting the mint of his toothpaste, feeling the bristle of his thick mustache against your skin. He leads you to the bed, his lips not leaving yours as he lays you down against the dark blue sheets and climbs over you. He lays atop you, his broad body encompassing you underneath all of his silent strength. His knee parts your legs, a large hand running up the smooth skin of your thigh, pushing up the fabric of your night shirt.
Your back arch/es, chest pressing against his when he kisses his way down to your neck, gently nipping at it as his thumb traces the seam of your panties.Â
âJavi,â you whisper, your fingers weaving through the soft strands of his hair.Â
He glances up, his dark brown eyes staring into yours. Your mouth is agape, panting for air, already too overwhelmed by his attention.Â
âPlease,â is all you can muster. Your teenage dream is here in this bed with you, bunching your shirt up against your neck and tilting his head down to suck a nipple into his mouth. He nibbles and slides his tongue across your chest, flicking it against the sensitive peaks, winding you tight.Â
Your hands loosen their hold of his hair the farther he kisses down your body. He kneels between your legs, lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. His skin looks golden in this light, heâs the most beautiful man youâve ever seen.Â
His hand sweeps down your body, your hips instinctively lifting for him to peel your panties off, leaving you naked and ready for him in whatever way heâll take you.Â
He watches you with a cocky smirk tremble underneath his watch, too blissed out to stay still. Heâs barely touched you and youâre already totally disheveled, you can tell he likes it.Â
He breathes in your scent when he settles between your widespread legs, straining to fit his large shoulders between them.Â
He spreads you wide, tongue darting out, swiping across his plush top lip as he watches his fingers explore your dripping cunt.Â
His nose taps against your slick before his mouth engulfs you, his tongue painting you like a masterpiece.
A gasp and a moan escape your throat at the sweetness of his lips where you need him the most. His hand grips your thigh tight as a stern shush.Â
âS-sorry,â you whisper, placing your palm against your mouth.Â
Your DEA agent brother is just a room down the hall away. His good friend and ex work buddyâs lips are currently kissing and sucking your clit.
His tongue swirls around the wetness youâve gushed out for him. Your head thuds against the pillow, teeth biting into your lips to keep you from moaning. It doesnât work, a long âfuuuckâ leaves your mouth. Javi unseals his mouth from you, wide brown eyes under furrowed, thick eyebrows give you a stern look, his mustache and mouth glistening with your wet. âMy shirt,â he nods towards the crumpled up ball of green laying next to your head. âUse it,â he instructs, before dipping back into between your legs.Â
You grasp the shirt, stuffing the fabric in your mouth, breathing a sigh of relief at the extra layer of protection protecting you and Javierâs secret escapade. Heâs now all over you, the taste of the beer left on his tongue still in your mouth, the feel of his tongue against your aching core, the sight of his dark hair between your thighs, the sound of his throat letting a low moan out against your cunt, the smell of him leftover on the shirt that now acts as a muzzle.Â
The bed squeaks as you begin canting your hips against him. A firm hand pushes down on your stomach, holding you in place, Javierâs mouth digging deeper in between your legs.Â
His shirt muffles your whimpers and cries, and when he sticks a finger into your entrance, you bite down on the soft cotton, tears springing in your eyes at the maddening frustration of staying quiet.Â
The shirt does little to muffle the sob you choke out when he adds a second finger, curling them inside you with expert precision. Your thighs tremble as you teeter on the edge. Javi's tongue flicks relentlessly against your clit, his fingers pumping in and out at a merciless pace.Â
You knew it, heâd be so fucking good at this.
You're so close, teetering on the precipice of an earth shattering orgasm. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as your back arches off the bed. The shirt in your mouth barely muffles your desperate whimpers.
Suddenly, a loud creak echoes from the hallway. Footsteps. Steve.
Javi freezes, his eyes darting up to meet yours. You both hold your breath, your hearts pounding. Javierâs mouth stays planted against your cunt, his fingers lay still inside you. The footsteps pause outside your door for what feels like forever.
You can feel Javiâs breaths against your overheated core as he stays perfectly still.Â
A gentle knock on the door makes your heart leap into your throat.Â
âHey, you awake?â Steveâs quiet voice comes through the door.
Javiâs eyes widen in panic. The bed creaks as gently extracts his fingers from inside you and pulls away, rubbing the slick of you off his chin onto your thigh. The bed creaks again, when he slowly lifts up.
You have to respond now. Shit.
You pull down the shirt. Mocking a loud yawn. âYeah⌠Iâm fine,â you manage. âJustâ-uhâhad a weird dream I think.ââ
Your heart pounds against your chest while you wait for a response. Javi stays perfectly still, his eyes locked on the door.Â
âAlright,â he says finally. âSleep well. Gânight.â
âGood night,â you mumble.Â
His footsteps retreat down the hall, your head thuds against the bed with relief. Javi remains frozen, barely breathing until you hear the creak of Steveâs door opening and closing.Â
Javiâs eyes meet yours, he smirks at you mischievously with a raised eyebrow, his silent question asking if you want to continue.Â
You nod, spreading your legs wider for him. A lascivious smile spreads across his face before he dips his head back down, his tongue finding your clit.
His fingers slide back into you as his tongue swirls around your sensitive nub. You grab his shirt and stick it back in your mouth, biting hard and muffling the whimpers. He works you back up with perfect precision.Â
And when he curls his fingers inside you, hitting that perfect spot, youâre gone.Â
Your orgasm crashes over you, back arching off the bed, thighs clamping around his head as you writhe against his mouth. You canât be loud, you must stay quiet.
His mouth doesnât let up, licking and drawing out your climax, drinking down all that you offer him. Your nose huffs loudly, breathing in and out rapidly trying to catch your breath as the aftershocks subside.Â
He kisses your thigh, the bristle of his mustache tickles your sensitive flesh. He slowly licks and kisses his way up your body before he gently tugs his shirt from your mouth, replacing it with his lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands roam all over his smooth, broad shoulders feeling the firm muscles that lie underneath his soft skin.Â
âJavi?â you moan against his lips.Â
âYeah?â he asks, pulling away.Â
You can feel the hardness of him pressed against your thigh, still covered by the soft fabric of his grey sweatpants.
Youâve wanted him for years, and nowâs your chance, here in the guest bedroom of your brotherâs white picket fence surrounded home.Â
âWill you fuck me?â you ask, before licking a line across his top lip.Â
He groans, dropping his forehead against yours. âYes, but, you gotta be real fuckinâ quiet, okay?â
âPromise,â you whisper. "I'm... clean and on the pill. Javi... can I feel you?"
He rises up to hover over you. "Fuck... yes baby,â he growls.
You watch with your mouth agape, your legs spread wide and waiting, as he quickly shimmies out of his sweatpants.
He's thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum. His smooth body lays atop you, smothering you with his firm weight.Â
He positions himself between your legs, the tip of his cock teases your entrance before he slowly enters you. Oh, his wide cock stretches you divinely.Â
Your lip begins to hurt from biting down on it so hard, trying to keep quiet. He seals his mouth over yours, swallowing down your cries and moans as his hips roll against yours. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him into you deeper.Â
The bed creaks with the controlled power of each of his thrusts. You pray your brother canât hear.Â
Javi steadies his thrusts, trying to keep quiet, the tension radiating off of him. He buries his face into your neck, his sharp nose pressing against your skin there. You can tell he wants to pound into your cunt, rattle the bed against the wall, take everything he can from your accepting pussy.
Your hands run down his back, feeling the flex of his muscles slick with sweat.
A moan escapes your mouth when he slowly pulls out before thrusting all of his length into you.Â
âShh pretty girl, shhh,â he whispers. Balling up the edge of his shirt and sticking it into your mouth.Â
His eyes darken when you stare up at him, wide eyed with the bundle of green fabric muzzling your mouth.Â
He licks his way up your neck to your ear. He whispers âFuck, you feel so good,â into your ear, his hot breath hitting against your skin. You whimper around his shirt at his words and his thick cock stretching you, hitting the spot you want him to hit the most with each thrust.Â
You pull the shirt out of your mouth. âJavi,â you breathe, âIâm close.â He nods. His hand snakes between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing tight circles.
Itâs too much. You pull him down closer to you, burying your face in his neck to muffle your moans as you come undone all over his cock.Â
âThatâs it,â he whispers, gritting his teeth as you pulse around and squeeze his cock. He slows his thrusts, letting you catch your breath as your blissed out body recovers. He kisses you sweetly. âYou good?â he asks.
You nod, eyes heavy and body loose from your orgasm. You still want more. âMore,â you manage to whisper.
He growls, suddenly pulling out and flipping you onto your stomach.Â
âOn your knees,â he snarls, his large hands guide your hips up.Â
You comply, arching your back, presenting your overworked and wet cunt to him. He runs his hand over the curve of your ass before gripping your hips. He thrusts inside you, the coarse curls around the base of length soaking with the remnants of your orgasm.Â
Heâs so fucking deep, his hips setting a pace slapping against the flesh of your ass.Â
âI know, I know,â he mutters softly. âYou need to be quiet.âÂ
You reach forward, grabbing his shirt and bringing it to your mouth to bite down hard on as he pounds into you from behind.Â
He grips your hips tighter, his thick fingers digging into your flesh with each thrust. His heavy breathing pants into the air, the bed creaks loudly underneath his force.Â
He slides in and out, your sensitive cunt feels every inch of him.Â
He leans over you, his chest searing against your back. His lips brush against your ear as he whispers, âYouâre taking my cock so good, arenât you? So fucking tight and wet.â
You push your back further against him, telling him to take all that he can from you.Â
âFuck, Iâm close,â he pants. âSuch a good fucking pussy, going to cum all over you.â
You turn your head, letting go of the shirt from your mouth. âCum for me Javi,â you whisper.Â
He nods, pulling out of your slick, and with a low groan, his white ropes of cum marks his territory all over your ass. You hope you'll forever feel the gentle taps of it against your skin as he empties himself.
âFuck,â he pants, before rising from the bed and wiping the sweat off his brow. You collapse on the bed, your overworked limbs welcoming the softness of the mattress. He grabs his shirt, wiping it across himself before he cleans your skin with it. âBe right back back,â he whispers as he puts his sweatpants on.Â
You nod, watching him softly open the door and looking down the hall checking to make sure itâs safe. The soft click of the door leaves you alone with your racing thoughts. Remnants of Javier PeĂąaâs cum lays on your skin⌠almost ten years after seeing that first photo of him.Â
He walks back in with a damp towel. âSpread for me,â he whispers. You obey, welcoming the warmth of the water against your overworked core. His touch is gentle against you.
âDo you know what time your brother usually gets up?â
âUsually around seven,â you answer, your eyes already growing heavy.
He nods, glancing down as he sets an alarm on his watch. "Iâll set my alarm for 6:45."
Before you can ask why, surprised that heâs staying, he pulls off his sweatpants and slips into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you.Â
âGood night Javi,â you sigh.
âSweet dreams bonita.â
The alarm blares at 8:30, you groan, rolling over in the now empty bed. Hold onâdid...was? Youâre pretty sure you just dreamed the most vivid Javier PeĂąa fantasy youâve ever had⌠because that couldnât have been real⌠until you see the bundled up green shirt laying next to you.Â
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CLOSE CALL b.blake
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BELLAMY BLAKE X FEM!READER
â SUMMARY - based on the episode, 'the calm', season one, episode eleven. during the hunt for food with clarke and finn, you find yourself faced with death, lincoln saves you before it's too late but it's bellamy who finds you running for your life in the woods.
 â WARNINGS - shy!reader, brief mention of insomnia, blood, gore, fire, grounders, saviour!lincoln, death threat, weapons, violence, assault, panic attack, anxiety, sexism, (3) uses of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread đŠˇ
bellamy loved sharing a tent with you. he loved being able to brush the hair from your face as you slept soundly while he stared at the tent ceiling, wishing sleep would come over him. he loved waking up to you giggling, pushing him to get up as he slept half the day away.
but it was mornings like this, when he was met with the sight of you leaving that he groaned to himself, hands on his eyes. "where are you going, sweetheart?" pasting his softest tone.
you shimmied the wide-legged jeans up your legs, grinning as you swiped his jacket, not your own. "'m gonna go see octavia." she was currently in the smokehouse, cooking. it was some punishment for something devious she'd done with her grounder boyfriend, 'lincoln'.
"princess." his tone was a warning. "she's in the meat tent for a reason, it's not punishment if her best friend goes and visits her."
you weren't too sure why she was being punished, you weren't sure about a lot of things around here. all you knew was that the group weren't too fond of lincoln seeing as he was a grounder but he saved octavia's life once and had done nothing but be kind to her since. that was enough to get him in your good books.
"okay, then i'll be really mean to her." slipping on your shoes and sticking them out to him.
he rolled his eyes, sighing before sitting upwards. he bent down to tie the laces of your shoes, knowing that he should be up by now already. "no you won't."
you ignored him anyway, smiling as you seated yourself on his lap. he wore his black jeans, that you swore up and down about when he wore to sleep and was currently topless.
"i'll be back to you before lunch." pressing a chaste kiss to your lovers cheek, smiling softly.
you left the tent with a pep in your step, hearing bellamy yell the words, "and tell my sister to stop stealing my girlfriend!" but you only grinned, walking quicker.
everyone was out now, bellamy seemed to be the last awake. you smiled at clarke on your way, deeming her a good friend by now and opening the curtain to the meat tent.
"hi, o." octavia whipped around, grinning at you.
"finally." she scoffed. "next time you see my brother, tell him to stop hogging my best friend."
a smile forced its way on your lips at the mere thought. octavia and bellamy were so alike yet they'd never know, both too stubborn to ever admit it. your eyes trailed to the other person in the meat tent. it was john murphy, infamous around the camp right about now. "oh, hi murphy." a friendly smile gracing your lips. he helped you and many others out when you got sick, it was only fair to return the kindness.
"hey, y/n." though he didn't miss the way octavia nudged your side causing you to frown at her. it was safe to say that they weren't the biggest fans of each other right about now.
your eyes trailed across your best friend, seeing her face glisten. "do you want me to take your jacket? you're sweating."
"good idea, thanks." before the girl could shimmy the jacket off and pile it in your hands, the sound of someone else's voice filled the tent, not murphy's either.
"let's get this party smokin'!" del was a member of bellamy's posse, the one you weren't so fond of, tossing firewood into the fire causing you to frown.
octavia must have shared the same expression. "you don't want the fire too big so maybe just try to knock it down with some wet leaves." you were too embarrassed to open your mouth, inching your way closer to octavia. you never found yourself one to speak freely in front of others.
"you get that from your boyfriend?" the boy retaliated. "grounder-pounder."
but as shy as you may have been, your face suddenly contorted to a deeper frown. you looked at octavia who merely kept quiet, turning and fixing the hanging meat. luckily, murphy spoke instead. "she's right. a hot fire isn't gonna preserve the meat as well."
"can't take the heat? get out of the smokehouse." he looked between the two, knowing better than to throw around looks to you. "you should be kissing our asses for being back allowed in this camp."
"leave them alone." your shaky voice still managed to speak, you followed the boy despite octavia grasping your arm. "i'll tell bellamy."
the boy suddenly froze in his tracks. he turned to look at you, biting his lip with a scoff before turning back around, leaving.
you sighed awkwardly, wishing the entire encounter hadn't happened but as soon as you turned around, you felt smoke engulf you. del should have listened when octavia told him to lay it off with the leaves. you found arms engulfing you, octavia's familiar scent filling your nose. she all but dragged you out of the smokehouse.
the tent went up in flames faster than you could blink.
octavia passed you off to bellamy while a cough ripped at your throat. bellamy questioned his sister's wellbeing, she stated that she was fine, dragging a hand across her forehead. "you okay? are you hurt?"
you shook your head, coughing while bellamy wrapped a hand on the back of your head.
"this is all your fault." murphy stood, his hands outstretching as he pushed del backwards. "we told you it was too much wood!"
bellamy only let go of you once del and murphy began throwing swings at one another, as if it would change a thing. he split the two up, yelling at everyone to stop.
silence engulfed the group. you were next to octavia, a gentle hand rubbing on her back, her face covered in smoke. "bell, now what the hell are we gonna do?" she yelled causing everyone to turn. "that was all our food!"
the food was burned to a crisp. even when people managed to stop the fire, the food was already destroyed. clarke and bellamy looked over possibilities but they only had enough nuts and water to last them a week, two if they were lucky. clarke suggested they hunt.
it wasn't everyday that you were left outside the gates. "can i come?" you excitedly tittered, despite the appauled look on bellamy's face.
"i can take care of her." clarke spoke before he even got the chance to refuse. multiple times, you'd left the gates with clarke, talking on about things that she hadn't a notion about, chiming in with a hum every few seconds.
but she always took care of you, bellamy couldn't dispute with that. "with the entire grounder army out there?"
you slumped but clarke only raised her eyebrows. "and how do you expect her to defend herself if she's starving?"
he knew she was right, as much as he would have prefered to believe she wasn't.
he lined people up, splitting them into groups and handing out guns but keeping it so that one person per group had a gun, the last thing they needed was to run out of bullets right before the grounders hit them. truth was, bellamy didn't know if you were safer out there than you were in here.
you were paired with clarke, finn and a boy called myles.
"don't stay after dark, you hear me?" bellamy was zipping the zipper of his jacket around you but it was clarke who he handed the gun to. "you see grounders, you run back, i don't care who you leave behind."
"i'll be fine." you stretched out the last syllable, placing your hands on the man's shoulders as he was currently crouched in front of you. "y'worry too much."
"i have to worry." he assured. "you don't worry enough." he pressed a kiss to your head as you grinned, then leaning in and pressing one against your smile. "i love you."
"i love you too." you couldn't help but giggle, turning on your heel. "see you soon!"
bellamy watched with a twisting gut, feeling helpless but anxious all at once. he would have gone with you, watching your every move but being the leader of the camp made that incredibly hard for him. he sometimes wished he wasn't in charge, maybe then you could be his only priority. but if he didn't, who would?
"you know, i don't think you're actually allowed to say that." myles was a sweet kid, you supposed but he had some pretty out there views. the forest was quiet, too quiet while finn and clarke trailed above you.
you supposed hanging back with myles couldn't be worse than whatever conversation they were having. "why not? is it so bad to want a traditional marriage?"
"not at all." you answered swiftly. "but it's supposed to be a choice." by now, finn had already caught two squirrels. "the woman should be able to decide if that's what she wants and if you want that, then be with a woman who does too. you can't just force someone into being someone they're not."
"well, we wouldn't have this problem if women just stuck to what they were good at." the comment made you frown.
"myles, can you just be quiet for a second?" the words came from clark who shared the same look of distaste on her own face. you watched as she and finn studied the tracks on the ground, apparently belonging to a boar. "what is it?"
you followed where they sat, kneeling down beside finn to see what was wrong while myles hovered over you all. "these tracks..."
once you got a closer look, you could see how close together they were, how stuck in the mud they truly seemed. "they're perfect."
"too perfect." finn added, his eyes casting upwards. "we're the ones being hunted." someone had planted the boar tracks.
instantly, a shiver ran up your spine while myles stood up, pointing his gun as he glanced around the woods. "i don't see anything." as if on command, there was a swooping sound and suddenly, the arrow landed in his leg, the next in his shoulder.
you could have screamed, instead you gasped out the boy's name, looking to clarke for help. your hands instantly sat on the wound, covering it so blood didn't leak out, clarke sat at the other side, doing the same to his shoulder. "guys, come on, we gotta leave him." finn was adamant, rushing the girls forward.
"we can't justâ" you didn't get to finish your sentence for something hard hit you over the head and suddenly you were laying flat on the ground, dizziness swirling your vision. you could vaguely make out a grounder coming from behind finn and doing the same, you didn't see what they did to clarke.
then everything became nothing at all.
it turned black.
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when you woke, you were being forced onto the ground. your hands were bound in front of you and your knees smashed against the cold gravel, you could feel the flesh break apart, little cuts littering against your skin. finn and clarke were in the same position, sharing glances of worry.
your brows were knit together as your eyes scanned where you were, some kind of cave though it also appeared to be a room. your first thought was bellamy, how worried the boy seemed when you left, you could only imagine the worry when you didn't return. you'd imagine by the lighting that it was well after sunset.
"we walked for about three miles." finn began to whisper. it appeared as though he and clarke hadn't been hit as hard as you had. "after crossing that creek, another two or so before we got to the road."
"i don't think it matters, finn." clarke's voice had a sense of desperation in it. "they didn't blindfold us which means they don't care what we saw. they're gonna kill us."
a cold feeling settled in the base of your stomach, bile rising to your throat. bellamy was right, it wasn't safe out here and you just had to go and get yourself killed.
two grounders pulled you up by your shirt, you let out a whimper as they shoved you forward, others doing the same to clarke and finn. they led you down the cave's hallway and into another room where other grounders were waiting then shoving you right back on the ground.
a woman stood in front of you, wearing a long black coat. she unleashed her sword, suddenly stalking towards clarke. you made a move. "wait." you tried, shoving yourself in front of her but you were quickly hauled back by one of the grounders.
but the woman didn't kill her, on the contrary, she cut the ropes on her wrist, untying her. they shoved clarke to her feet, uncovering a girl who laid across a table, gasping out in pain. "help her. if she dies, they die." you gulped, turning to finn who shared the look of fear. "her name is tris."
"i can't do this." clarke looked at the body, turning her so she could see her face. "i don't have any equipment."
"we'll provide you with what we can."
"why do you think i can save her?"
"lincoln told her." finn chimed in.
"yes." the woman answered. "our healer is gone, there's nothing we can do for her. for their sake, i hope you can."
"clarke." finn's eyes were glued to the blonde's, adoration filling them. "you can do this."
the woman and the rest of the grounders began to clear the room until clarke's voice stopped them. "wait. what happened to her?"
a dark look was in the woman's eyes. "she was on the bridge when your bomb exploded. you did this to her."
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alcohol stained your hands, blood too.
"it's as sharp as it's gonna get." grounders now filled the room, watching as clarke did everything she could to save the girl. she was hit in the chest and was loosing blood, she needed more and desperately so.
"okay, thanks." clarke snapped the syringe from finn's hand who'd been sharpening it against the ground.
you were busy holding a cloth to the girl's chest, hoping to stop the loss of blood but it wasn't doing a great job. clarke stained the needle with bleach, hoping to rid it of any bacteria while your eyes scanned the girl's face. she couldn't have been older than fifteen, how could anyone send her to battle in the first place?
she was a child.
"okay." she stood in front of the 'leader' who went by the name of anya. "i'm gonna need your blood."
a grounder placed his hand in front of anya, pulling her away. "no." was his answer.
"you're from the same tribe, it's the best match we're gonna get." clarke was adamant but so was anya, neither of them willing to take the risk.
"clarke, she's gonna die." your hands were shaking desperately, tears floating your eyes. "use mine! just use mine!" clarke took you up on the offer, pulling your hands from the girl's body and sticking the syringe into your arm. you winced as she sucked the blood into the syringe, you instantly felt sort of dazed but shook it from your head.
clarke handed the syringe to finn and she searched the girls arm. "i can't find a vein." frantically searching her. "she's clamping down, she's lost too much blood."
your faint voice could be heard. "clarke..."
"oh, come on." desperately trying to save her.
but you shook your head, icy fear withering you away. "clarke, she's not breathing."
a simple sentence that silenced them all.
clarke backed away, meeting in the middle between you and finn while anya stepped forward with her knife, cutting a braid from the girl's hair and nodding to one of the grounders. he picked the girl up, gently as possible, leading her out of the room.
you couldn't bear to look, chest feeling hot.
anya suddenly turned to the grounders in the room. "take them away." eyeing you who held your tied hands close to your chest. "kill them."
your breath caught in your chest. "wait." tears filled your eyes as one of the grounders grabbed you, hauling you upwards. "wait, wait, wait, no, no, no, please." he harshly pushed you forward, carrying you away.
"no, no, no, no, please!" one grounder held clarke back as she pushed at him, trying to get to you. "no, i did everything i could, please!"
but the sound of her voice suddenly faded out as they carried you away. you pushed at them, thrashing in their arms but it was no use, the grounder hauled you away from the room. he suddenly set you down, holding your tied wrists down as his face came close to yours. "don't move." his gruff voice could be heard as you looked away, tears filling your eyes.
another grounder walked behind you while he walked in front of you, leading you to the front room of the cave. your mind suddenly turned to bellamy, how worried he must be. you could see the darkness from the entrance.
you couldn't help it, you ran.
but you didn't get far. instantly, you were picked up by the grounder from behind. you whimpered, thrashing against him but it was no use, he shoved you inside the room, practically throwing you. your head hit off the stone floor and you brought your hand to the back of your hair, metallic liquid staining it.
you pulled it away, shaky eyes spotting the blood dripping down your fingertips.
"w-wait." tears pooled your eyes, fear lacing your tone. "please, please, i didn't do anything wrong, please don't do thisâ"
you gasped out as a grounder took a fist of your hair into his hand. "your punishment shall be death by a thousand cuts." and before you could take in what he said, you felt a knife scratch across your face, cutting your cheek.
you cried out, hand coming to grab your bloodied cheek as you dragged your body backwards, crawling into yourself. a fat tear rolled down your cheek as your body caved in, huddling your knees up to yourself.
it was no use to cry out and beg them to stop, the grounders were simple beings, once given an order, all they could do was follow it. but still, your mouth uttered the whisper, "please." at the same time as you felt a slash against your left leg.
suddenly, a sword crashed through the grounders head. this time, you screamed. the sight was horrific, blood spewed outwards and you held a hand over your mouth. the body dropped to reveal lincoln, the man who adored your best friend more than anything.
"natrona." the grounder suddenly whispered, the word meant 'traitor'. he yelled out and charged at lincoln who pushed him backwards, guarding him against the wall.
lincoln stabbed a sword through the grounder's abdomen, who yelled out again. "go!" lincoln yelled to you, staring at your terrified form. "go, now!"
and you had no choice.
a whimper left your lips as you ran forwards, lungs collapsing. you worried for lincoln, not wanting to leave him alone but if you stayed, it'd meant lincoln did it all for nothing.
your feet ran towards the exit, tears swamping you as your legs moved at a super speed, running the fastest you'd ever run in your life. never, had your calves burned like this and never had your lungs ached so horribly. all you could see was the moment you were thrown into the room, the horrifying look on the grounder's face. you'd do anything to escape it.
running as though your life depended on it, and perhaps it did.
you managed to look backwards, worried something or someone was following you but as you looked back, you felt yourself run into something solid.
someone.
your mouth opened to scream at the same time as a hand wrapped around your mouth clamping down on it as he turned you to hide behind a tree.
your eyes opened to reveal bellamy, staring at you with eyes full of concern. "what happened?" he frantically searched you as his hand left your mouth. "why are you bleeding? where are the others?"
"b-bells." your cry shook your voice, eyes turning behind you, you swore you could see people between the trees, though they vanished as soon as they appeared. "we have to go, we have to leave. they're-they're gonna find us."
bellamy had never seen you so shaken, shallow breaths making way to your throat but not seeming to find their way out. "hey, hey, look at me." his hands grabbed at either side of your face. even in the darkness, you could make out his pretty dark curls and his enlarged brown eyes. "you're okay, 's just me, you're okay, sweetheart."
and you couldn't hold yourself back any longer. you threw your arms around him, holding him close as nervous sobs wracked your body, chest heaving out as if it were on fire.
"'s okay, you're fine." his hands smoothed your back, doing his best to reassure you but by no means did your shallow breaths slow. "you're safe, princess."
"can we go?" you pulled away, nervous eyes scanning the forests. "please, bells, i wanna go home."
he couldn't deny your scratchy voice or blotchy cheeks. "okay, okay let's go, angel." he helped you walk though you stumbled better than you walked. his eyes glanced down at the blood seeping through your jeans. "your leg." he didn't bother to inspect it, merely hooking his hands around your legs and lifting you up.
your head lolled against his shoulder, arms around his neck.
you began to feel dizzy but bellamy carrying you seemed much better than trying to run again. still, your eyes danced everywhere they could, searching high and low for a grounder, a surprise attack.
you must have run far for it didn't take long for the clear vision of the camp to fall into line's view. as soon as the gates opened and bellamy carried you inside, you found air falling back into your lungs.
"y/n?" the sound of octavia's voice was the first to fill your ears. you must have looked a wreck, covered in blood, carried limp in bellamy's arm. "oh my god, y/n. what happened?" though her voice was directed at her brother, not you.
"it was lincoln." your scratchy voice suddenly spoke, causing her brows to crease. "lincoln saved me."
her eyes fluttered and questions began rolling in. raven suddenly stepped forward, demanding to know where finn was, others began to question about clarke. suddenly, you couldn't breathe again. "okay, listen up!" bellamy's voice rang through the camp, silence followed. "everyone get back to your tents! we'll continue the search in the morning!"
he didn't wait for them to follow his orders, knowing they would anyway. instead, he carried you towards a tent.
everything was suddenly spinning, nothing seemed to make sense. black dots began to cloud your vision and you couldn't see which tent he had carried you to. you could see a woman, very vaguely and he was speaking to her, at least he looked like he was. his lips were moving but you couldn't register the words coming out of his mouth.
the girl must have been something to do with a medic because you could feel her lifting your head up and inspecting between the strands of your hair. you saw bellamy's face contort, but it was turning to mush, practically a mere squiggle now.
he stepped backwards and your hand suddenly reached him.
he looked back to your face, eyes softening. it was apparent that you weren't really there and how could he blame you? the blood loss was already obvious.
"don't..." it seemed like a chore to get syllables to pass your lips but nonetheless, you willed yourself to move, grasping his large fingers in your hand. "don't leave me."
"'m not going anywhere, princess." and to prove it, he sat against the chair next to you, letting the woman inspect your wounds. "okay? you can rest now, i'm right here."
through the haze, his voice was the only thing your mind could grasp to.
you slowly nodded as your eyes fluttered shut.
"you're safe, sweetheart." being the last thing you heard before everything went black.
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hi! If youâre still taking requests I would looooove some Az comforting the reader, maybe sheâs having a bad day and is trying to play it off and tell everyone sheâs ok but Az sees right through her and she ends up crying and he comforts her or something if youâre up for it. I love love love your writing by the way <3
Pairing:Â Azriel x Reader
Word count:Â ~1.3k
Warnings:Â A tiny bit of angsty thoughts
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You could feel his eyes on you from across the roomâcalculating, contemplative, planning. You had been doing your best to ignore him for the better part of the evening, but his presence was hardly discrete as he stood strong and stiff in the corner.Â
This day had been atrocious.Â
You had woken up before dawn to begin preparations for the gala currently taking place, been screamed at by multiple vendors unhappy about their placements, got caught in the rain on your way around town, and barely had time to sit down before you were thrust into a chair and made to get ready for the night.Â
And that was just today.
There had been pressure from all sides to find comradery between the courts after the war, and as an emissary to the night court and the one most familiar with each High Lord, you had been elected to carry out that task. A task that had taken weeks of bad days to come to fruition.Â
To put it lightly, you were beaten down.Â
âPerhaps you can speak to the High Lord about that, yes?â the Spring Court emissary drawled, an ending to the 20-minute speech you had hardly been listening to.Â
You smiled anyway. âOh yes, of course. Perhaps you could send me a follow-up correspondence in a few weeks to ensure I get your reply readily?âÂ
The emissary scoffed, looking you up and down with a cloistered sneer. âCanât even keep track of little conversation? Typical. I guess I can send you a reminder, thoughâŚâÂ
The vicious manâs words began to bubble out of your mind, a low buzzing replacing the demeaning tone. You jutted your jaw to the side and pursed your lips in an attempt to hold back the burning in your waterline.Â
This was exhausting and too much and was quickly becoming a thankless job. You had told Rhysand you were up to the feat, but you had not accounted for all of the screaming and complaining and belittling some of the courts seemed to favor.Â
From the corner of your eye, you saw Azriel kick up from the wall. You threw him a watery, chastising lookâknowing by the gleam in his eye that he was set to cause trouble with the man before youâbut the Shadowsinger only raised a brow and tugged on the bond deep in your chest.Â
Azriel had grown weary of your tired excuses and your half-hearted assurances that you were doing okay. It was obvious that every time you lied, he grew more impatient, more concerned.Â
But you had to do thisâfor Rhysand, for Feyre, for the court.Â
You hadnât been able to fight in the war, so you could throw a simple gala and suck it up.Â
Your mate stopped his approach, but you saw his jaw clench and his fingers roll up into his palm as the man only continued to drone on.Â
âDo you think you could do that, then?âÂ
Shit. You had not been listening to a word he said, too concerned with Azrielâs thwarted approach.Â
âI apologize,â you shook your head with a sheepish smile. âCould do what? Itâs just so loud in here.âÂ
âIs this truly the best the night court has to offer?âÂ
That made the battle with your tears even more difficult. You swallowed the lump growing in your throat and tried to pretend you werenât staving off a massive headache alone with it.Â
âI know, Iâm sorry. There is just much I have to do for the night and my mind is elsewhereââÂ
âThank you, Fike. You can send a letter addressed to the night court emissary when the night concludes,â Azriel cut in, interrupting the rough scratch of your voice. âItâs uncouth to speak so much of business at a party. And you are always so boring.âÂ
You heard the remnants of another scoff leave the Spring Court emissary's mouth, but Azriel was already guiding you out of the ballroom and into the hallway with a steady hand on your back. You took deep breaths as you went, your nose burning with the action.Â
Get yourself together. Youâre fine. A small issue in an otherwiseâ
Azriel hummed and pressed you against the wall of the hallway, quelling your rampant thoughts with the hand on your stomach. His other was pressed above your head, trapping you in an embrace, keeping only him in your eyeline.Â
âYouâre okay,â he comforted, taking exaggerated, deep breaths. âJust us here.â
You blinked and shook your head in quick succession. âNo, I know, Az. Iâm completely fine. I just needed to get away from Fike. I have to go back in.âÂ
âYou are crying, my love.â Azriel brought his hand up from your stomach and brushed away tears you hadnât felt fall. âYouâre overwhelmed. I donât know why youâve put yourself under this much stress, but you need to stop for a moment.âÂ
âNo. No, I'm okay. Iâm not stressed. I donât know whatâs happening to meâwhy Iâm crying. I feel fine.âÂ
Azrielâs expression pinched, grimacing as he watched your chest rise and fall unsteadily. âY/nââÂ
âItâs just a gala,â you affirmed, more tears falling with the quick flurry of your words. âJust a gala. I can do this one thing. You all fought in a war and you made me stay home. You could have died. I can host a stupid gala.âÂ
You furiously wiped at the wet tracks on your cheeks, brushing Azrielâs soft touch aside. But he only halted your movements, his fingers wrapping around your wrist.Â
âHeyâhey. Donât be so rough. Y/n, this is not a stupid gala. Look at me.â When you refused, Azriel released your wrist and tipped your chin up until you met his eye. He smiled despite the pain in your eyes. âThereâs my girl.âÂ
And despite the pain, you huffed out a small laugh.Â
Azriel would take it. He readied the spiel heâd been prepping since you began this venture. âThis is not just a stupid gala and you didn't just stay home during the war.â Azriel pressed a kiss to your forehead, a pause he couldnât help but take. âYou protected everyone in the allied courts. You were our informant. You were winnowing so often you passed out, need I remind you.âÂ
âBut I wasnâtââÂ
âI donât care if you werenât fighting. What you did was just as valuable and you know that. Just as this gala is valuable to our peace. You are valuable.âÂ
Your face heated beneath his words, his body pressed to yours in the hallway as the gala continued on.Â
âI need to be useful,â you admitted, after a pause. âThis needed to be perfect.âÂ
âIt is perfect, my love. My sweet mate. You need to take a rest. Youâre breaking apart and I canât stand to see you like this. Come here.â Azriel slotted your head in the bend between his shoulder and his neck, sliding his hands down your back until his wings came around as well. âCan I force you into bed? Just for an hour at most. I swear Iâll wake you up and we will come back down.âÂ
You made to move away from him in disbelief, still panicked at the idea of abandoning your work, but Azriel only held you tighter.Â
âThat wasnât really a question.âÂ
And so Azriel took you to bed.Â
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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, smut, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> ( eventually ) ATEEZ x reader warning(s) -> mentions of violence, mention of putting down / death, etc. words -> 2.8K
abstract -> finally we have a home...
y/n's perspective
My hands have been tied with helping San. His memories are still scrambled but better⌠heâs starting to remember his past, which upsets him. He still hasnât tried to get to know Wooyoung or Yeosang. Hongjoong and Seonghwa tried not to confuse him by getting too close yet.Â
However, another problem is the rivalry that Seonghwa and Yeosang found themselves in.Â
âYeosang, please just learn to get along with him?â I begged as he helped me with my hair. Today Wonyoung was forcing me out to a business party. So I had to leave⌠I didnât want to but I did. And now all of my hybrids have forced me to take one of them to protect me.Â
As much as I wanted to spend more time with San, he couldnât come, and neither could Wooyoung, and Hongjoong either. My only option was Seonghwa or Yeosang. I also couldnât leave San alone⌠so I chose Seonghwa. Besides, the tiger hybrid looked happy and excited.Â
âWhy him?â he asked, clearly annoyed and I sighed. âI need you to take care of San, please,â I asked his eyes softened, and he nodded.Â
âI just want you to be okay,â he confessed and I smiled. âI will, but I'm worried about leaving you all alone,â I said and he shook his head. âIâll take care of the overgrown catâ he confirmed and I was happy he agreed.Â
âAnd if anything goes wrongââ âIt won't stop worrying, heâs been getting better. Heâs starting to remember Wooyoung. He also follows his instinct, heâll get his memories back,â he said and I smiled. âHey, donât cry now. Wonyoung will get mad if you fix your makeup and make her wait even moreâ he said and I nodded.Â
âYeosang?â I said and he looked at me through the mirror. He was currently doing finishing touch-ups on my hair. âI love you all so much,â I said and he smiled softly.Â
âI love you more than youâll ever believe, angel,â he said and offered his hand as he led me outside my room. âThat tiger better have done what I told himâ Yeosang muttered and I chuckled. âGive him a break, he seems to like the life of socialites,â I said and he rolled his eyes. âWhatâs there to like? The alcohol, drugs, views, likes?â He listened and I smiled.Â
âThe glamorâ I answered and he chuckled. âIt's not worth it,â he said and I nodded. âBut let his obliviousness enjoy it. He didnât live through it, so let him be happyâ I said and he sighed but understood. For some reason the two have stated their rivalry⌠but I thought it was sweet â well sometimes.Â
âIâm ready!â I heard as I saw Seonghwa. He was in the suit that I got him, his hair gelled up and⌠oh? I didnât notice it at first. I never got him a collar? I swear that IâŚ
I did buy them⌠but I was too scared to give it to them.Â
âAngel? Are you okay?â Yeosang asked and I nodded. âCan you do me a favor? There's a box under my bed, grab the black velveted oneâ I said and he nodded as he went to my room.Â
âIs there something wrong?â Seonghwa asked and I shook my head. âWhen hybrids go out they need collars, it's⌠the rulesâ I said and his eyes showed disappointment. âOh⌠soââ âI actually bought your collars a while ago. When⌠you guys ended up accepting me as your owner, I knew I needed to get you two one but I didnât know if it would make you guys feel angryâ but you don't have to wear a collar here if you donât want to its just so they don'tââ âYouâre ramblingâ Seonghwa said softly and with a smile and I chuckled.Â
âOhâ I let out and he laughed. âI always wanted a collarâŚâ he confessed and I felt my eyes widen. I smiled, âIâm glad then,â I said and I soon saw Yeosnag again. He handed the box to Seonghwa, already knowing what it was. It was the same brand as his and San and Wooyoung. I would have to give Hongjoongâs collar soon.
The rules mandate that if they found a hybrid without a collar theyâd take them to an adoption center immediately. Some areas allow non-collared hybrids just because of how expensive hybrid collars are. Luckily the hospital was one so I didnât get Hongjoong in trouble and besides Jeno or Johnny wouldâve stepped in. However, this was different⌠This was a socialite party.Â
Sanâs collar was a pretty black jeweled one, whilst Wooyoung was beige, and Yeosangâs white. All of them are jeweled, all the same from the same designer.Â
He opened it to reveal his⌠it was a silver chrome color and his smile seemed uncontrollable and it looked like he wanted a hug. I opened my arms and he lifted me up slightly by my waist. âHey! Youâre gonna wrinkle her dress and ruin her hair!â Yeosang scolded us and made us laugh.Â
âHow long did it take for you to get a collar?â Seonghwa asked Yeosnag and he shrugged. âI ordered one for him the day I got him officially. I knew he envied Sanâs and Wooyoungâs since he also held meaning for collars. Though you donât need to have it on the entire time, you can take it off anytime at home just while weâre there you need to keepâ" "You're rambling againâ he said and I chuckled.Â
âI wanna keep it on, but if it gets overwhelming i'll take it offâ he said the same thing as San and Wooyoung. They never take it off, neither does Yeosang. However, he had a different meaning to always keep it on, sure he feels comfort on having it but the scar of his last collar showed if he didnât keep it on.Â
âDonât get lost in your thoughts nowâ Yeosang said and I chuckled.Â
âYeah, we have a party to go toâŚâÂ
seonghwaâs perspective
I didnât expect to see so many people laughing and drinking in fancy clothes and jewelry. It was nothing like that run-down and dirty circus⌠it was the socialites. The consumers who bought the expensive tickets to have us do special tricks for them.
Even y/n seemed like a different person here⌠she socialized and looked like a natural while I stood beside her clearly overwhelmed. With hybrids looking at me in pity⌠like I was new, and I was. They, however, looked miserable.
âI wouldâve thought youâd bring Yeosangâ I heard and I saw a woman dressed in a black dress with jewelry. She glared at y/n⌠who was she? Howâd she know the Doberman?
y/n didnât respond to her instead drank her cocktail and the woman scoffed. âYou have so many pretty hybrids, making a collection are we?â she said and I felt uncomfortable. Hongjoong was right, they do look at us like objectsâŚ
âI did my research, you know. You were right about your little panther, he was an illegal hybrid ring fighter. Thatâs quite dangerous for someone like you, arenât you scared heâd hurt youâ she taunted, making my jaw tighten⌠I wanted to tell her off but for y/nâs sake I couldn't. I may not get along the best with them but for her to talk about them like that pissed me off⌠She knew nothing about us.Â
âAnd whereâd you find this pretty tiger?â she said and y/n scoffed while glaring at the girl. âYou never give up do you?â she said and she giggled. âI can say the same thing about you, and how you took Sangie away from meâ she pouted⌠Sangie? Was she talking about Yeosang?Â
âYouâre lucky I didnât get you in jailâ y/n said and she giggled while glaring. âWell lovely journalist, we did negotiate. You can have the doberman, I donât care. In fact I'm thinking of adopting another hybridâ she pondered and I didnât want to make my stance known.Â
I was a hybrid⌠I was y/nâs accessory tonight. I couldnât cause any trouble.Â
âOoh, by the way that lawyer of yours was cute! Henderyââ y/n son grabbed my wrist and dragged me away. I could hear her laughing from behind me as I was dragged off.Â
She looked annoyed and⌠hurt? âI understand why Yeosang wanted to join you now,â I said and she shook her head. âSorry, is your wristââ âI'm okay. It didnât hurt, are you okay?â I asked and she smiled a tired smile.Â
âPlease donât tell Yeosang about herâ she pleaded and I was confused. âSheâs his old owner right? The one who⌠sold him?â I asked and she nodded.Â
âNever mention her in front of him,â she warned and I nodded. She didnât seem like it⌠but she was a witch in disguise. âThis is annoying isnât it?â she said and she laughed it off but before I could respond.Â
âDonât tell me you were going to run off without saying hello now?â I heard and I saw a man. âJungwoo!â she said as she hugged him. He looked like a model from Yeosangâs weekly magazines.Â
âItâs been a while. I also heard youâve been busy this yearâ Jungwoo said and she chuckledâŚÂ
âGetting three aggressive hybrids, a popular mistreated hybrid, and Wooyoung. Not to mention created a mortal enemy, been undercover twice, and started a book?â he said and I felt my ears flatten a bit. All of the hybrids have decided to stray away from the topic of writing⌠she was clearly upset with her draft being ripped by HongjoongâŚ
âAh yeahâŚâ she said sadly and his eyebrows furrowed now looking worried. âHey, are you okay?â he asked and she nodded. âI need to rewrite a whole new book, Jungwoo,â she pouted and he sighed. âIf anyone can do it, it's you. Youâre the best writer I knowâ he said and she smiled. âIâm the only writer you knowâ I said and he laughed it off and shrugged. He soon looked at me curiously⌠What did he want?
âAre you not gonna introduce me to you hybrid?â he asked and I straightened my posture now that the attention was on me⌠âAh! This is Seonghwa, he was a part of the Kim Family Circus. Seonghwa, this is Jungwoo, an old friend.â she said in which he offered his hand, and shook each other's hands. âAre you gonna leave so soon?â he asked and I looked at her as she smiled softly at the man and nodded. âAs long as you want to go to Seonghwa?â she asked and I smiled.Â
I was here because I wanted to⌠I regret it already but I need to protect her.
By the end of the party, y/n chatted with many people besides the model. She really was a socialite⌠a completely different person than the hermit writer from the apartment.
âLet's go home, Seonghwa,â she said with a drunk smile. I hated this party. Everyone kept staring at her⌠men looking her up and down hybrid owners looking at me as if Iâd join their collection⌠hybrids looking at me with pity.
âSeonghwa?â she said and I looked at her waiting for her to continue speaking. Instead, she smiled and hugged me. I could tell she was a little drunk a few cocktails ago but she was fine, and I was by her side protecting her.Â
I took off my trench coat and put it around her. I also started carrying on my back on our way back home⌠home. I smiled thinking about it. I finally had a place like that.Â
âI never want any of you to hate me,â she muttered and I froze for a minute⌠What was she saying?
âHongjoong⌠he scares me sometimes, but heâs trying to be around humans for the first time. You keep on treating me like fragile glass⌠like Iâll explode and throw you outâ she said and I sighed⌠maybe she was right.
âYou keep competing for my attention⌠Yeosang is the same way. I donât want you guys to fight each other⌠get along please?â she begged as she gripped my shoulders hugging me tight as I walked⌠Her words made me feel guilty.Â
âI wonât get rid of you⌠youâre not trash,â she said and I felt tears from my eyesâŚ
âIâm rewriting my book, you know?â she said and I wasnât shocked at it. Wooyoung said that she might start writing soon with how much sheâs been daydreaming. âYou and Hongjoong are in it,â she said and I was shocked sheâd put us in the book. âSeonghwa?â she said as I stopped to look over my shoulder at her, she smiled prettily at me with her eyes filled with wonder and life almost like stars.Â
âYouâre more valuable to me than anything I own⌠the others are just as important. None of you are a collection, youâre my familyâ she said and I smiled softly at her soft features.Â
âJust promise to never leave me,â she said as she started closing her eyes tiredly.Â
âIâd never think of it, princessâÂ
âWhy are you two home so late?!â Yeosang yelled only to be smacked by Wooyoung once they saw her on my back their eyes widened. âIs she okay?â Wooyoung asked and I nodded.Â
I noticed San behind the two looking at her just as worried⌠heâll be back to normal soon. I'll make sure he does... while even Hongjoong was looking from afar, also worried. I sighed before I decided to speak up.Â
âLetâs not fight, '' I said and the three hybrids before me and Hongjoong looked at me confused. âShe doesnât like us fighting⌠weâre a family to her. The least we can do is try to be oneâ I said and they all nodded. âYeosang?â I said and he looked at me with an expression I couldnât understand.Â
âI donât want to fight you anymore. I owe y/n a lot⌠but I wonât fight you for stupid nonsense anymoreâ I said and he nodded. âI wonât either⌠I guess I should try to respect you a bit more. You are very old.â he said and I scoffed. He doesnât change⌠I kinda prefer it this way. Our useless teasingâŚ
âYouâre right⌠youâve been with us for almost a month now. For y/n we should try to get alongâ Wooyoung said and San stayed silent next to him as we now looked at the tiny tiger. âI agree⌠we all owe in our different ways. We all want to protect her, and we will for others. Itâs useless arguing with each otherâ Hongjoong said and I agreed.Â
âPut her to bed. We should all go to sleep soon now that sheâs backâ Hongjoong said and everyone listened. I went to her room where I softly put her down⌠I suddenly hear the door open to see Yeosang. âIâll undress her,â he said and I agreed.
âWhatâd she say to make you say that, by the way?â he asked and I smiled. âWeâre her family, she said we were her most valuable treasureâ I said and his eyes widened. âHer friends said she was lonely⌠until she adopted San and then it's been busier than ever.â he confessed as he took off her heels while she succumbed to her soft mattress and fluffy pillows.Â
âWeâre too alike⌠I come from a world where I was drowning in expensive and luxurious lifestyles⌠but none of it was worth it until meeting her. You tigers are the same way.â he said and I chuckled.Â
âI wished for an owner to pamper me⌠I saw so many hybrids in shows, lots of them younger ones with their owners. They looked at me like they didnât know what abuse was. I envied themâŚâ I confessed and the doberman sighed.
ây/n gives us everything⌠Sometimes I think sheâll get rid of me.â I said and the Doberman sighed. âShe wouldnât ever⌠I thought the same way. She, however, would never, if she were to get another hybrid Iâd feel threatened but I knew she wouldnât ever replace nor abandon meâ he confessed and I nodded.Â
âGo so I can put her in something comfortable,â Yeosang said and I nodded.Â
âNow get outâ he said and I laughed as I walked out to my room I shared with Hongjoong with a smile and for once genuinely of pure happinessâŚ
âYou look like a maniacâ I heard as I saw Hongjoong⌠my longest and only companion for a while. I hugged him who hugged me back questioningly⌠âAre you okay?â he asked and I felt my tail wag uncontrollably.
âWe have a family Hongjoong⌠somewhere we belongâÂ
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summary: you havenât been given a quest, but you have made it your personal mission to make luke castellan smile.
paring: luke castellan x unclaimed!reader
word count: 4k
content: luke is still a moody teenager, reader is still the fly he cant get rid of. does he really want to, though?
notes: these first two parts feel very introductory but it gets juicy as we dive a little further in the next parts hehe. also who do we think readers godly parent is?
PART II â and lord, she found me just in timeÂ
For a hotshot lawyer, your mom couldnât lie for the life of her. Every time you brought it up, sheâd always quip that she didnât need to be a good liar to be a good lawyer, since all new evidence is legally required to be disclosed to both parties before they are presented in court. Therefore, there is no lying, only brief twisting of the truth. She was good at that â clearly.Â
âYou said you didnât want me to leave you!âÂ
The wooden floor of Chironâs office wasnât the most comfortable of lounging places, but youâd accidentally kicked the radiator after tripping over a horseshoe and Mr. D â who had escorted you there when youâd asked about speaking to your mom â had just sighed and told you to use the mist currently spraying from it as a form of communication. The whole Iris Message thing was still unusual to you, but at the same time, youâd tripped over a horseshoe because the owner of the office was half-horse. Does it get weirder than that? Probably not.Â
You leaned back on your haunches, disbelief written all over your face at the scene youâŚwalked in on? Called in on? Iris Messaged in on? Whatever â you were more worried about what you were looking at than the right terminology to describe it.Â
âOh â sweetie!â Your mom was quick to hop down from the kitchen counter, pushing the man who had been standing between her legs away from her so forcefully he fell back into the living room.Â
âWhat was that?â You heard him ask from afar. Your mom chuckled, buttoning up her blouse.Â
âThe answering machine.â She excused, âI completely forgot I was supposed to call back my daughter. Would you give me a minute?â
The man agreed with a huff and your mom pushed the kitchen door closed with a click before looking at you, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms, âI didnât. I sure do now!â
âIâve been gone for, like, two days!â You exclaimed, âAnd youâre already inviting your boyfriend over? How old are you?â
âOh, let it go.â The woman chastised, shaking her head and attempting to push down her amused smile. âI was bored.â
âBored.â You chuckled, âOf course.â
âBut I miss you.â She said then, smiling sweetly and leaning her hip on the island, âHowâs camp?â
âItâs great.â You grinned, âThe people are great, the food is great. Turns out, I am super with a spear.â
âA spear, huh?â Your mom nodded, âNo surprise there, youâve got a hell of an arm.â
You hummed excitedly, the previous event long forgotten as you filled her in on your first few days at camp, âOne of my friends in cabin nine offered to make me a personal one.â Your mom furrowed her brows, âChildren of Hephaestus. Blacksmith guy.â
âRight.â She nodded with a click of her tongue. âWell, Iâm glad youâre enjoying yourself.â
âIâm glad youâre enjoying yourself.â You smirked cheekily, ignoring the scoff and evil look she sent you in response.Â
âAlright. I best go.â She interrupted just as you went to make another comment about her guest, âI will see you at the end of summer. Okay?âÂ
âOkay. Love you.âÂ
Truthfully, you were happy to spend the rest of the day talking to your mom â it was so hot that morning that youâd thought about sacrificing your breakfast to Apollo in hopes that heâd ease up a little. You decided against it and just sent your prayers to each of them in general, hoping maybe your dad could fess up to actually being your dad.Â
Clarisse had suspected you would soon join her in the Ares Cabin â something about your skills with a spear and the swift right hook you sent Chris when he made one too many comments on your form during your training session with her. You werenât even sure why heâd been there, but you could probably fathom a guess if you judged by the looks he sent her whenever she wasnât looking.Â
After the exciting discovery that yes, you were good at something, Mr. D had come by to say you could either call your mom now or never. You chose the former option, obviously, and you only regretted it slightly as you heaved yourself up from the ground â already missing the sound of her voice.Â
You didnât let it linger, instead you pushed the creaky door of the Big House open as gently as you could, even though it still swung back against the wall, and nodded at the pair sitting on the porch, currently in a heated card game you couldnât recognise. They didnât look at you for long, Chiron muttering something about meeting the Demeter kids by the fields to test your gardening skills before putting down a card that made Mr. D grumble in his seat.Â
You were trudging through the grass, huffing when the longer bits tickled your legs and made you go all itchy, when you spotted a body sat by the hearth in the horseshoe of cabins. You lit up, changing course and jogging over to them, âJoJo!â
Luke looked up at you, frowning, âWhat?â
His curls fell over his eyes and he shook them away, only to squint at the sun that shone into them. You sidestepped, your shadow proving ample shade so he could focus on you, and you stammered a bit when his face fell into focus. He was pretty.Â
You let out a breathless chuckle, folding your arms, âFrom Horton Hears a Who.â He shows no signs of recognition, âYouâve never seen it?â Again, his face did little to answer you, so you shrugged, âWhatever. Iâll get an answer out of you one day, Iâm sure. Weâve made steady progress.â
âHave we?â He hummed, picking at the worn sleeve of his hoodie.Â
âOf course we have, yaâ nutmegger.â You quipped with a short chuckle, grinning when his eyes snapped back to yours.Â
âYou still havenât told me where youâre from.âÂ
You tutted, âWhereâs the fun in that? You gotta find out.â
He huffed, âWhatever.â
Since his outburst about New England the day before, Luke had done a considerable job at avoiding you. Well, you didnât think he was doing it on purpose â he just wasnât obligated to spend time with you anymore now that you were cleared to roam camp on your own. Youâd seen him at breakfast, perched silently on the end of the bench and staring sadly at his soggy oatmeal, but then Clarisse had whisked you off to the training fields with Chris hot on her tail and you hadnât seen him since.Â
You werenât completely sure why you were so determined to break his shell. Maybe it was because you knew he never used to be this way â that underneath the deep frowns and annoyed huffs, was a happy boy who would spend days in the sun with his teeth bared in a wide grin â and you yearned to get a peek of who Luke Castellan used to be. To bear your eyes on the side of him he kept away and to find out why he did so, to understand him on a level deeper than anyone around you did, or even deeper than you understood yourself.Â
Or maybe because heâs hot.Â
Either way, you werenât letting him slide away that easily. No sir. You straightened your back, âGoing to the gardens.âÂ
No reply, as usual.Â
A huff, âMind walking me? I donât wanna get lost.â
He looked at you, brown eyes flitting over your expression, before licking his lips and standing, âFine.â
You grinned then, wide and sunny, âGreat.â
You knew where the gardens were â hell, you could see them from where you stood, the two teenage sons of Dionysus chasing each other with sticks while the Demeter kids scowled at them. But you were new, and Luke was âthe guyâ for all the new campers, so really he wasnât allowed to say no.Â
You were desperate to know more about him; his favourite sport, movie, colour. Anything irrelevant that you could see in public and think: Luke. You just didnât know where to start â he could shut down at any given moment, so which question was more fitting to ask before he built up his walls and fucked off?Â
You settled for something easy â something subtle that wouldnât hint towards you asking about him. An easy question that any reasonable tour guide would have to answer.Â
âSo, do you guys host anyâŚmortal activities?â Looking up at him in question, brows raised as he once again made no indication that heâd even heard you speak.Â
But he had, âNot usually. Sometimes on weekends weâll play volleyball on the beach, and I think Lee Fletcher has a soccer ball he kicks around butâŚâ He shrugged, âNo. Not really.â
You hummed, âYou said we. Do you play volleyball?â
Nice one.Â
Luke stiffened a little, sort of appalled that youâd swerved the question on him so easily, but he answered with a grumble, âNot anymore.â
âWhy?â
He shrugged, âGrew out of it.â
âHuh.â You said then, facing forward with a nod and continuing your trek through the long grass, occasionally reaching down to scratch your calves, âI donât think Iâll ever grow out of baseball.â
Come on, Castellan, take the bait.Â
âBaseball?â
âYes!â You exclaimed, a little too excitedly for it to be a simple answer to a simple question. You lowered your volume and gave a more collected nod, âYeah. Yes. Iâve played since I was old enoughâŚlittle league.â You let out a weak chuckle, suddenly shy about the subject.Â
Luke nodded at you, âFirst base?â
âLeft field.â You corrected with a proud smile, âI got legs.â
âOh.â He replied, a little caught off guard at that. Although, he was also caught off guard when you said you played baseball.Â
You were debating whether or not to press when a gangly blonde boy with dark purple eyes jogged up to you and held out a wicker basket, âYouâre the new kid right?â He didnât wait for an answer before thrusting the basket to your chest, âIâm Pollux. Weâre picking strawberries, câmon, Iâll show you the best way to get âem.â
You werenât sure there was a specific tactic to picking strawberries, but you stepped to follow him anyway. Turning your head to send a thankful smile to Luke for walking you down, you spotted him looking between you and Pollux with furrowed brows â then he noticed your stare and swallowed, nodding, âUh, see you later.â
âBye.â You replied, slightly starstruck. He walked off, but he did it slowly as if he was unsure of where to go next. You were positive he had somewhere to be â big shot counsellor and all â but as you stood, one foot in front of the other, face turned back to watch him go, he seemed to stutter in his steps at the top of the hill, deciding where to turn. His beaten converse led him west, and Pollux yelled you out of your stupor so you could help him and his brother pick strawberries.Â
As suspected, your strawberry-picking skills were pretty much the same as everyone elseâs â really, how can one person be any better at picking strawberries than another? Itâs a very simple task. Either way, Castor and Pollux didnât envision you as their long lost sister, and the Demeter kids apparently couldnât smell it on you that you were one of them, whatever that meant, so you were back to your search for daddy dearest â at this point, you werenât even sure if you wanted to find out anymore. All this hassle and for what? Itâs not as if he was going to attend the daddy-daughter dance with you, no matter which god he might be.Â
âSo, do you, like, know Luke or something?âÂ
Henry Furstatt was a Demeter kid a couple of years younger than you, who had been set the task of walking you to the lake where you would rejoin the Hermes cabin on their canoe lesson. He wasnât very talkative until youâd put some distance between yourselves and the strawberry fields, where he posed his question.Â
You glanced at him with a thoughtful frown, âI mean, heâs been showing me around the past couple days, soâŚI guess ââ
âI meant like,â He swallowed, waving his hands around, âfrom before. Did you know each other before you came to camp?â
âOh.â You responded, tucking a loose hair that had fallen in front of your face away, âNo. Whyâd you think that?â
Henry shrugged, his loose-fitting camp shirt doing wonders to hide the movements, âDunno. He just hasnât talked to many people since he got back from his questâŚbut heâs talking to you.â
âWell.â You were suddenly a little sheepish â were you pushing Luke too much? Was your constant questioning making him uncomfortable? You were only on a mission to find out more about him because he interested you, but did you interest him, or was he ready to boot you as far as youâd fly? âHe has to, doesnât he? Heâs still a counsellor, even if he does hate everyone here.âÂ
âTrue.â He settled with a nod, fiddling with a daisy heâd picked while you were walking.Â
You breathed a content sigh when you finally stepped out of the grass â the summer blooming made it slightly unbearable to walk through, tickling at your legs the whole afternoon. The beating sun didnât make you feel any nicer, but you just wafted your shirt a little as you walked past the Hermes cabin and towards the dock.Â
Camp was always noisy; something youâd grown accustomed to the longer you stayed there. You never really noticed it until you were alone, but the chatter of the kids filled the air the whole day and only really faded out when they all went to sleep. It was slightly unnerving to sit in the silence, and the loud murmurs often comforted you â made you feel less suffocated as the new kid. Less eyes on you, the better.Â
You were so used to the noise, in fact, that you almost completely brushed past the argument that was brewing outside the Ares cabin just a few metres away. Fortunately, Henry spotted the commotion, and pulled you to a halt in favour of staring at the ever-growing crowd.Â
You followed his eyeline and spotted a burly looking boy with black hair â when he moved his head and the sun hit the right spots, you could see dark red highlights swimming in his locks. You thought that was a little bit much, but you forfeited commenting on it considering the giant machaira that hung on his back.Â
The boy in question was sneering at someone in front of him, but the corners of his mouth were perked up in an amused smile that made you think he wasnât angry yet, but he sure was getting there. You couldnât see who he was talking to, but as Henry ventured closer, you were forced to follow and eventually his words reached your ears.Â
ââbig shot golden boy finally got himself a quest and doesnât fancy sharing the details.â He laughed, deep and low in his throat.Â
Henry patted someone on the shoulder, and they stepped aside to let him into the circle. You stayed behind him, watching over his head and finally checking out the opponent. Your eyes stopped on the familiar figure, and his familiar curls that hung over his eyes â eyes that were glaring daggers in the Ares kidâs direction, casting shadows over his cheekbones and making his scar look a little menacing.Â
The boy continued after Luke showed no signs of replying, âWe get it, Castellan. You failed, but that doesnât mean you get to gatekeep the whole thing.â
âDean, man.â You finally noticed Chris, standing off to the side of Luke and glancing at his brother in apprehension at the boy's words. âBack off.âÂ
Dean just snorted, âDonât defend him, Rodriguez. We let him mope, now itâs time for him to spill the beans.â He took a step closer to Luke, âWhat happened on your quest?âÂ
You had only known Luke for two days. You werenât sure if he was the type to fly off the handle, swing before reasoning, but you suddenly became aware that neither did anyone else. Sure, these people had known him for years â but youâd heard it from enough people to know that he was a different person these days. After his quest a couple of weeks ago, people had been walking on eggshells around the boy. Maybe a month ago, he wouldâve calmly walked away and let Dean simmer in his anger. But now? Nobody could be sure, but judging by the look in his eyes, darkening by the second, you might be able to fathom a guess as to what heâs going to do with his hands now that they were rolled into fists.Â
âI mean, is this about glory? Because you wonât exactly be sharing it â yaâ canât share what you donât have.â Dean let out a chortle at his own joke, looking between his friends around him and grinning with them.Â
Luke stepped forward. And â you couldnât blame anyone, really. After that last comment, you were all expecting fists to be swung. It was only reasonable. Maybe the old Luke wouldnât have done it, but this new Luke was looking increasingly more angry at the world as the days went by, so when he took one measly step forward, the crowd around him let out a collective woah! and put their hands out to stop him from lunging. Including yourself.Â
Only he wasnât about to punch Dean. His hand stayed dormant at his side, the only clear movement was the single step closer heâd taken to match the one the Ares boy had made earlier. He was only really stepping forward so his next words would hit harder â thatâs all it was, words. They died on his lips when he realised the implications of his actions, looking between the outstretched arms and tense faces.Â
He looked at Dean, âWe can discuss quests when you get your own.âÂ
Then he walked off, past the crowd that didnât bother stopping him. Looking around, you saw the looks on their faces â shame, from assuming Luke would evoke such violence off the sparring mat. You definitely felt it, but you didnât stick around long enough to confirm that with anyone else. Instead, you left Chris to berate Dean in place of the head counsellor and followed the boy in question as he huffed up the hill towards the edge of the woods.Â
âHey!â You said, breathless (you were not an uphill climber). âHey, Luke!â
He hesitated in his steps like he did earlier, but he didnât turn around. His head twitched a little, like he wanted to look but was holding himself back, but you simply rounded him until you were face to face. The anger had long since dissolved from his expression, replaced with soft confusion.Â
âHi.â You huffed, still recovering from that incline, âAre you okay? That guyâs a dick.â
âI know.â He replied, short as usual.Â
You licked your lips, still catching your breath, and nodded. He remained silent, looking around you like he was just waiting for you to leave. You decided to take the hint, muttering lowly, âOkay, sorry for bothering you.âÂ
But his hand reached out, circling your wrist just as you passed him. You looked at Luke, raising your eyebrows, watching as he stammered on his words, âI, uh, you arenât bothering me. I justâŚâ
He let go of you and you stepped back to your precious spot. Behind him, the crowd had dissipated, Dean long gone. Chris remained, staring up at the pair of you on top of the hill. You couldnât pinpoint his expression, but he seemed to hesitate before turning his back. You looked up at Luke.Â
âWhy did youâŚcome after me?âÂ
You scoffed a laugh, âWhat? Anyone wouldâve, itâs likeâŚcommon decency.â
He twisted his expression, looking amused and devastated all at the same time, âBut they didnât.âÂ
He was right; before youâd set off up the hill, everyone had just been watching him walk off. It seemed a little out of character, but then again, you didnât know these people as well as you thought. Luke let out a sad chuckle, shaking his head, âEveryoneâs sorta given up on me now that IâmâŚâ
âMoody and depressed?â You finished, raising a single brow. You smiled at him, and it lifted into a grin when he smiled back, albeit only slightly. But youâd take it. âI just think that theyâre a little unsure.â
âTheyâre scared, is what they are.â He said firmly, staring at the ground in mirth, âTheir precious golden boy wonât clean up all of their messes anymore and theyâre scared that theyâll have to start looking after themselves.â
âI donât think thatâs true.â You said, even if you didnât believe it. How could you? You didnât know these people, Luke did. âTheyâre just worried about you.âÂ
He scoffed, finally moving his head up and meeting your eyes. He went to say something, presumably another quip about the campers, but stopped himself. Backtracked. Instead he said, âArenât you angry that you havenât been claimed yet?â
That was a deep question. You sat on it for a couple of seconds, reeling at the sudden shift of conversation, until you finally let out a low puff of air and shrugged, âI donât really know how I feel. Why? Should I be?âÂ
âThis camp, itâs ââ He huffed, âIt helps you, sure. But it also forces you toâŚmould yourself into the perfect kid for â for a parent who doesnât care enough to watch you grow up. Help you live, use their divine powers when a dragon is clawing your fucking face off!âÂ
Heâd stepped closer to you, unknowingly, that final shout making you wince a little at the volume. He stopped then, evening his breaths and stepping back with an apologetic expression. You brushed it off.Â
âA dragon clawed your face off?âÂ
âYeah.â He chuckled weakly, âTell anyone and Iâll kill you.âÂ
You smiled at him, shamefully admiring his face. Now that he wasnât glaring in anger, and his face was more relaxed, you could see the whites of his eyes. His lashes, unreasonably long, and his lips that were so plush you were close to asking him if he took a trip to see Dr Miami while he was on his quest.Â
âGods.â You murmured under your breath, âYouâre so pretty it sorta pisses me off.âÂ
Luke laughed then â a genuine chortle that shook his chest and made passers by glance in his direction. His grin was uncharacteristically wide and for a second, a brief moment, you saw it. Luke Castellan, the one everyone looks up to. The one they turn to in times of peril, the one they giggle and gossip about under the shade of the fir trees.Â
Then you knew your answer to Lukeâs question. No â you werenât angry that you hadnât been claimed. In fact, you didnât think youâd care even if you were so long as he was smiling at you like that.Â
He calmed down, catching his breath, his face relaxing back into that cool expression heâs always got on. Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you, but you were sure he looked a little less tense than before. He nodded, waving a hand, âAlright, Sunny. Letâs go canoeing.âÂ
âSunny?â You asked, walking alongside him.Â
He clicked his tongue, glancing down at you, âIf Apollo wonât claim you as a child of the sun, then I will.âÂ
âAlright.â You smiled softly, looking forward so he wouldnât see it and run off. You picked at your nails, âSo long as I can call you JoJo.âÂ
âLetâs watch that silly movie itâs from and Iâll decide if you can call me that.â
âDeal.â
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could you write about being at school with harry as your mate/ friend thta you fancy? need something get me tgrough this shithole of a schoolđ
Highschool sweethearts -W2S
words: 0.7k+
warnings: light angst, pining, making out.
summary: you and Harry both fell for each other, though nether of you wanted to admit it. One night, at a party on the beach, things change.
notes: Iâve never done a young Harry fic but I had so much fun writing this! Hope youâre okay lovely, youâve got this!!đ¤đđ
I watched as Harry walked towards me, a cheesy grin plastered on his face. "Hey, y/n?!" I tilted my head to the side. "Yeah?" I wondered what he wanted, I'd been avoiding him recently since I caught feelings and don't want to ruin our friendship.
"You going to the party tonight, at the beach?" He asked, leaning against the locker next to mine. "Uh- I dunno..." "oh come on! It'll be fun... please?" He stared at me, awaiting an answer. I thought for a second before nodding. "Okay, okay, I'll go." He swiftly pushed himself off of the locker. "Yes! Great! see you later."
My mind was whirling as I got ready, all of the possible outcomes of tonight running through my head. It's currently summer in Guernsey so it's pretty warm outside, though it'll get cooler once it gets dark, so I grabbed a jacket before I left.
As I walked to the beach I tried to calm myself down. I wasn't sure why I was getting so worked up over the boy I've been friends with since primary school but it was definitely becoming a problem. I couldn't be near him without going bright red if his arm grazed mine or he smiled at me. It was extremely annoying.
When I got there I spotted my friends. I walked over to them and sat down on one of the beach towels laid out. One of my friends nudged my arm. "Guess who's coming over?" She whispered into my ear with a teasing tone. I sighed. "For fuck sake... Harry," I muttered to myself.
"Hey! You made it." Harry plonked himself next to me, with a cheerful smile. "Mhm," I replied, dryly. "You okay?" He asked, brows furrowed. "Yes, I'm fine." I smiled, trying to reassure him. He didn't look convinced but thankfully he dropped it.
As it started to become dark some of the boys set up a fire that we all sat around. Harry left me alone after our previous encounter but I caught him staring multiple times. Some of my friends were now extremely drunk, I had decided at the start of the night that I wasn't going to drink and it seemed like Harry had done the same.
As it approached two in the morning people began heading home. I was dreading the dark walk back to my house. "y/n?" I heard my name so I turned. It was Harry once again. When he had my full attention he continued, "did you want me to give you a ride home?"
I thought for a moment. "Uh- yes please," I put on a smile. He smiled back, though his was genuine. "Come on then, let's go." He turned and we walked side by side to his car. I got into the passenger seat, buckled myself in and then he turned the engine on.
The drive was silent, the only noise being the wind coming in through the open window. I sighed softly, leaning my head against the side of the car and wrapping my jumper around myself. "You alright?" He asked. "Mhm, just tired."
When he pulled up in front of my house I turned to him. "What's going on with you?" He asked abruptly. I was slightly taken aback. "Uhm... what do you mean?" "You know what I mean. You've been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?" He seemed to be annoyed.
I sighed, realising I was going to have to stop putting off telling him the reason. "Okay, okay," I took a deep breath, "I- I think I... fancy you Harry." I said quietly, not looking into his eyes. "You- wait, you fancy me?" An embarrassed grumble left my mouth as I leaned forward to put my head in my hands.
The car was completely silent for a good fifteen seconds, though it felt like an eternity. "This is so stupid." I swiftly looked over at him. "What?" "You fancy me, I fancy you and nether of us told the other." He explained. Surprise covered my face. "You fancy me?" "Of course I do you donut." He laughed slightly.
I smiled back before leaning towards him, our faces only centimetres apart. He leaned forward, closing the gap between our lips.
When I eventually pulled away I opened my eyes to see him chasing my lips. "I've got to go, I'll see you at school?" His face softened. "Yeah, yeah, okay bye." I kissed him one last time before getting out. He waved, waiting until I got into my house safe then drove home with a bright and content smile on his face.
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Karma is my girlfriend
Summary: Taylor Swift x famous!reader ; Taylor changes the lyrics to her song on tour and everyone freaks out.
Warnings: !I am NOT a gaylor and I am not assuming anyoneâs sexuality! I just write for fem readers. Use of y/n (only 1 time). She/her pronouns. Nothing, just kissing and two idiots in love :)
A/N: Okay so this is really rushed and short and it's my first story on here so it's probably bad so PLEASE don't mind. Okay? Okay.
wc: 565 masterlist
The loud music made your ears tremble in a somewhat pleasant way. The blinding strobes coming from the centre of the pit danced throught the stadium walls and the sky. The people around you had no idea of what was going on between you and the woman on stage.
You and Taylor met 5 months ago at friend's birthday party, and since then you haven't been able to keep your eyes off of her. You exchanged phone numbers and started talking almost everyday, that becoming long phone calls, to actual meetups, wich became dates.
On your second one, you kissed. It was brief, a small peck on the lips just before you both pulled away to contemplate eachother's gazes, trying to decode your own rumbling thoughts.
A week later you started dating. No one really knows about it, and you both want to keep it that way.
Taylor's currently performing Karma, her last song on the setlist, everybody's dancing and singing in the VIP tent.
Step by step from town to town
Sweet like justice, karma is a queen
Karma takes all my friends to the summit
Karma is the girl on the screen, coming straight home to me
The crowd cheers loudly, everyone freaking out about the small but so significant lyric change.
You know it's about you. The smirk she's got on her mouth is the exact same she has whenever she's kissing you.
A sudden thought struck your mind: all of the people recording, the cameras, and you were still smiling and blushing like an idiot. You rapidly put on your acting skills, faking an amused face and blending in with everyone else's.
All good things come to an end, and so does the song. Taylor gives her last goodbye to the shaking crowd and disappears under the stage.
As fast as a racing cheetah, you get out the VIP tent following the mass of people who are waiting for Taylor to exit the stadium. But you pass right by them, headed to her dressing room.
After showing your badge to security and being stopped by some fans, you finally reach your destination. Eager knocks resound throught the stadium's inner walls as Taylor opens up the door. Her blue orbs immediately dilatate as she sees you.
"Hey," she says.
"Hi," you breathily reply, stunned at the sight of how the blue sparkly bodysuit she has on hugged her curves.
"Come in," she steps aside closing the door behind her.
You step closer to her and quickly find yourself placing a gentle kiss on her lips with you arms wrapped around her neck.
"So," Taylor kindly breaks the kiss "what'd you think about that?"
"About what?"
She jokingly rolls her eyes, "About the lyrics, silly"
You can feel the blood rapidly rush to your cheeks, "Oh, I loved it"
"Really?"
"Obviously!" you loosen the grip around her neck "Everyone loved it! You were so good"
"Thank you, y/n" she hugs you and rests her cheek on your shoulder, "you mean so much to me"
Taylor raises her head up, waiting for a response.
"I love you, Taylor"
When you hear nothing back, you start panicking. "I-I'm sorry Tay, if you still don't feel it you can just- just forget I said that"
But then, that smirk plasters her face, and you already know what she's gonna say.
"I love you too".
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Her Party Girl
Rhea Ripley X Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: Rhea has her way with you after you misbehaved at the club.
WARNINGS: 18+, SMUT, Aggressive Language, Slapping, Spanking, Orgasm Denial. Edging, Brief mention of implied Choking, Strap-On, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Mommy Kink, and a teensy bit of fluff as a treat.
WORD COUNT: 3,230 A/N: Just a little something I threw together last night. This is literally my first fic please don't kill me if it's dogshit!!!
Everyone knew you had a reputation. Headlines seemingly popped up nearly every week about what sort of trouble you got caught up in the night before. You didnât care about whatever the news said, they didnât matter to you. You had convinced yourself Rhea didnât care either, she hadnât brought it up so you figured you were in the clear.Â
Rhea began getting fed up with your behavior about a month prior. She was sick of the near-daily drunk calls in the middle of the night while she was away. It killed her not knowing exactly where you were and who you were with. One thing about Rhea is that she is a possessive mother fucker.
Rhea came to the conclusion she needed to keep her eye on you as much as possible to calm her worries. She was currently on a WWE Live tour and had you flown into the city she was in.
For weeks Rhea kept you under a lock and key but recently she had been more lenient. She didnât care for the bars and party scene but the constant begging got to her, she had to give in at some point.
The two of you made a deal, you were allowed to party only if Rhea was with you and only if she could have her way with you right after.Â
Tonight Rhea had just lost a match with Becky, and she was fuming. As soon as she left the ring she bolted backstage shoving past fellow wrestlers and crew to get to her tiny locker room. You were there waiting for her but as soon as you saw Rhea slam the door open you knew something was wrong.
âJesus Christ, Rhea baby, what's wrong?â You questioned as you stood up from the couch, examining the woman's demeanor.
âShe fucking pinned me!â Rhea shouted at you. You knew not to touch her when she was pissed but you couldnât help yourself. You draped your arms over Rheaâs neck as you told her âHey hey it's okayâŚitâs not a serious deal, itâs just one little show. I need you to calm down baby.âÂ
âRhea Ripley doesnât fucking lose, especially not to goddamn Becky Lynch!â Rhea yelled at you while grabbing both of your arms with a painful grip. You knew she couldnât help it⌠she was naturally aggressive. Ignoring the pain she was causing you, you sat her down on the couch and removed your arms from her neck. Rhea slowly let go of the hold she had on your arm.
You let Rhea compose herself before handing her the pile of her streetwear. Rhea slipped into her jeans and threw on an unbuttoned tee over her sports bra before slouching back into the couch.Â
âHow about we go out and take all that stress off your shoulders,â You offered whilst packing up Rheaâs bags.
Of course, you wanted Rhea to let loose by getting a few drinks in her but you selfishly needed an excuse to go get plastered.Â
âAbsolutely not. Iâm not dealing with that nonsense tonight.â She scorned as you found your way onto her lap. âI got all dolled up for you, are you really gonna make me sit in a hotel room all night?.â You pouted in return.
âI said no.â Rhea sternly raised her voice at you. She gave you a toughened stare trying to pick apart your thoughts.
 You figured out Rheaâs kryptonite, one simple word. Over the past several months of your relationship, you took note of Rheaâs behavior shift after using one particular word. Tonight you wanted to abuse the hell out of that word.
âOh, but Mami I know youâll have so much funâŚâ You whined in her ear, her hands gripping at your sides the moment you let that word out of your mouth.
Rhea shot a look at you, letting out a heavy breath. She had caved and you knew it. âI guess I can make some time for you babyâŚtonight only.â Rhea hummed out. She was pissed about going outâŚbut that damn wordâŚit did things to her. You pecked her lips innocently knowing you got exactly what you wanted.Â
After the two of you dropped Rheaâs bag off at the hotel you dragged her to a nearby club down the street. You had wasted no time ordering a shot of tequila as well as Rheaâs go-to, a neat whiskey. You ushered Rhea to a small booth right near the dance floor. Rhea kept quiet and stayed in her seat trying to enjoy her whiskey while you made multiple trips to the bar ordering an array of drinks over the span of forty minutes.Â
You pulled out your phone, snapping a picture of Rhea as she examined the club around her. âOh câmon,â She grouched. âYou look like you want to kill everyone in here, it's a little sexy,â You joked before adding âIâll be right back.â
 âAlright thatâs enough you donât need anymore.â She snapped at you as you came back to the table with two shots of vodka. You pouted as you handed her one of the shots âAre you gonna come dance with me Mr. Grumpy Pants?â Rhea shot you a glare and shook her head as she shooed you away. âYour loss, Mami.â You teased before downing your shot and walking out to the dance floor.Â
You knew Rhea was eye fucking you while you were out dancing so you made sure to put on a show for her. You âaccidentallyâ lifted your skirt to show the bottom half of your ass knowing no matter how pissed the woman acted she was going insane for you.Â
Just several minutes later a man approached you asking if youâd like to take a shot with him and his buddies. You knew Rhea would put you through hell if she saw you drinking anymore but she was occupied closing your tab. It was a free shot of course you had to take it. You went up to the end of the bar and had one last shot. But the second your shot glass hit the table you knew you had fucked up.Â
Rhea was storming towards you looking more furious than ever. She stole your hand and started dragging you out of the club, making sure to shove her shoulder into the guy who had offered you a drink. âOh câmon! You expect me to say no to a free drink?! I was saving you money!! â You blurted out once you got to the street. You were practically running as you tried to keep up with the woman as she led you back to your hotel without saying one word.
The second the door to your room had latched, Rhea drove you against the nearest wall leaving virtually no space between the two of you. âYou think you're so cute whoring yourself out for drinks from strangers don't you?â She snarled inches from your lips. You kept your mouth shut as you dozed off staring into Rheaâs deep blue eyes.
âAnswer me you fucking slut.â She demanded as she delivered a slap across your left cheek. In return, you just smirked making sure to not make a sound. That smile of yours drove Rhea insane, she lost all control as she shoved her lips onto yours whilst backing you up to the edge of the bed.
Rhea had shoved you down onto the bed before immediately connecting your lips again. You matched every sloppy movement the buff woman made. âIâm gonna ruin you whether you like it or not you little brat.â She whispered, trailing her lips down to your neck. Her lips attacked your neck as she left multiple bites causing you to let out a series of whines.Â
While Rhea spent her sweet time focusing on your neck her hands found themselves tugging off your shirt and discarding it on the floor. Once she had discovered you weren't wearing a bra she pulled away. âWhat a slutâŚcouldnât even cover yourself up this morning.â She commented as she admired your top half.
 Rhea lowered herself to your chest, licking right across your nipple as a moan escaped your mouth. She knew she was driving you insane as she lapped her tongue in circles around your nipples. As you squirmed underneath her touch she managed to yank your skirt off.
A whiny moan left your mouth once Rheaâs thumb began making circles over your clit, the fabric of your flooded panties adding even more pleasure. âSo soaked for me already hm, youâve been wanting Mami all night havenât you,â Rhea snarled, leaving you speechless. You knew you were in deep shit and you were paying for the actions that happened just twenty-five minutes ago.Â
As soon as Rhea knew she had you folding under her touch she pulled away. She stood up between your legs as she tore off her unbuttoned shirt. âToo bad naughty girls donât get to be touched,â Rhea fake pouted. She wasnât going to touch you until you were begging. She needed to hear your pleading.
Rheaâs full frame stood at the edge of the bed stalking your every move. Your right hand snaked down your stomach before being swatted away by Rhea. A whimpered âPleaseâ broke your silent streak. Rhea bent over your face, her warm breaths melting your skin âOh baby Iâm nowhere even near started and I already have you so worked up. Poor thingâŚitâs gonna take a lot more than a pathetic please before I touch you.â She whispered before standing upright again.
âPlease! I need you to touch me!â You crashed out. Rhea gave you a look of pity mixed with anger, you knew she wanted more. âIâll be such a good girl for you!! I just need your touch!â You earned a simple smirk from Rhea.Â
âMami!â You cried out in frustration. There it was, exactly what she was looking for. âIâll do anything Mami! Please!!! Touch me Mami!â You whined.
The grin on Rheaâs face grew larger. âMmm what a naughty girl you are.â Rhea huffed out
âNow tell me what you want from Mami,â She said, kneeling down right in front of your core that was near the edge of the bed. âYour mouth Mami!â You begged.Â
Rhea looked up at you as she planted a kiss on your clothed clit. âYou want Mamiâs mouth right here donât you?â She teased, causing you to let out a pathetic whimper. âRight there!â You cried before Rhea pulled your panties off in a swift motion causing you to let out a gasp at the sensation of the cold air against your wetness.
Rhea needed to taste you as much as you needed her tongue in between your folds. But Rhea wasnât done teasing you, not yet. She enjoyed hearing your whimpers as she kissed and licked stripes over your inner thighs. âPlease Mami, I need your mouth. Iâll be such a good girl for you!â You pleaded as she drove you insane.Â
âPathetic little girl.â Rhea taunted under her breath before finally diving her tongue between your folds. She kept her eyes looking up at you, she loved seeing how much she satisfied you.
Rheaâs tongue slipped right into your entrance as her nose rested on your clit. All you could spit out were yelps and moans. Rhea had gone back to tracking her tongue up and down your center.Â
She slipped her middle finger into you causing you to let out a string of moans. Once you had gotten a feel for her finger, Rhea knew you would want more and that's exactly why she pulled her finger out. You cried out her name begging to be touched again.Â
She hadn't forgotten the little stunt you pulled earlier and she wasn't gonna let you forget either. She pulled herself up off the floor and hovered her face over yours, placing her clothed leg right against your core. âI need you,â You cried out. âYou were being such a naughty girl earlier. Mami thinks you need to be punished for that.â She menacingly said before flipping you onto your stomach.
You pushed your ass up in the air knowing exactly what you were in for. Rhea delivered a slap to your ass just before you sharply gasped. You heard the sound of Rheaâs belt being slipped out of her jeans. âNo no no!!! Mami please no! It wonât happen again I swear!!â You wailed.
The woman just ignored you as she slashed her belt down on your soft skin causing you to scream out. âCount.â She demanded. Rhea made you count all ten lashings she gave you. She had you braindead between each lashing she gave you.
âSuch a good girl for Mami, now let me see your pretty little pussy.â Rhea declared while flipping you over and spreading your legs. The large woman kneeled back down before attacking your clit with her tongue, sending shock waves through your spine.
You covered your mouth to quiet the moans coming from you as she devoured you. Rhea slipped two of her fingers into you while using her other hand to pull your hand away from your mouth. âI want this whole floor to hear how good Iâm treating you baby.â She hummed against your clit whilst curling her fingers inside you.Â
Rhea knew all of your weak spots and she made sure they didn't go unnoticed. As her tongue piercing rocked over your clit back and forth you were about to come undone. âMami Iâm gonna cum!â You howled before Rhea growled out, âNo youâre not angel, youâre gonna be a good girl and wait until you get permission.â Rhea slipped her fingers out of your hole as she stood up.Â
âPlease Mami I need you, you make me feel so go-â You were interrupted by Rhea's lips crashing onto yours as her fingers found their way back into you. You took a hold of her midnight hair tugging at her roots, in return Rhea let out muffled groans into your mouth. It drove her crazy whenever you pulled on her hair, she would never admit it but it was obvious by her responses.
Rhea felt your walls tighten around her curling her two fingers, she pulled her thumb up to your clit beginning to drag circles around your bud. You were a drunk mess under her, your breath getting heavier.Â
As you were nearly unable to control your orgasm you were hit with that same feeling of defeat you felt moments ago as Rhea had yet again pulled away from your touch. All you could was cry out praying for her to touch you again. You knew you pissed her off but this was borderline tortuous.Â
âYou poor thing,â Rhea fake pouted, chuckling as she walked towards your suitcase. Rhea knew you would bring her strap, she shoved her way around your suitcase for a moment before pulling it out. Rhea made her way towards you before removing her jeans and boyshorts.
You bucked your hips up into the air watching her put her strap on. âSo needy,â She smirked, âYou want to cum all over my cock donât you babyâŚâÂ
âI need to cum on your cock!! Mami please let me cum on your cock!â You pleaded.
Rhea just had to tease you one last time as she repeatedly put her tip in, pulling it out right after.
Once the buff woman was satisfied with your series of cries and whimpers she slowly filled you up. You let out a string of moans and cusses as Rhea took a firm grip of your thighs and began thrusting slowly. âMhm-taking Mamiâs cock so good baby.â She hummed, taking in your view.
As you started rocking your hips against her thrusts she began to pick up her speed. Rhea knew you liked it when she fucked you hard but she would always make sure you were fully ready for her cock. Your moans and Rheaâs coos echoed in the bare hotel room.Â
She took hold of your hips as she was thrusting to a speed the both of you clearly went crazy for. Rheaâs main focus was always pleasuring you but tonight the pressure Rhea felt on her core with every thrust was sending her over the edge. She wanted to cum with you.
âMami,â You whimpered, rocking your hips up and down as her hands trailed around your neck and chest.
âShhhhâŚsoon baby.â She reassured, lowering her chest to yours, you tugged at her sports bra signaling you wanted her to remove it.
 Rhea threw her bra across the room as her thrusts were becoming faster and more sloppy. The two of you were a moaning and groaning mess.
Rhea wrapped her hand around the base of your throat. Hovering over you she muffled out âNow are you gonna be a good girl for me from now on.â Her words were more of a demand rather than a question and you knew if you didnât answer you wouldnât be able to cum for the next month.
âOh fuck! Iâm gonna be such a good girl for you!â You squealed out moaning. âPlease Please Please Mami!â You begged once again.. You both couldnât hang on much longer as each thrust grew sloppier.Â
âGo ahead baby, I want you to cum all over Mamiâs cock.â Rhea urged you to finally let go.Â
The two of you slurred out profanities as the both of you let go of all your built up tension. Sloppy kisses were exchanged as the both of you rode out your orgasms. âSuch a pretty girl,â Rhea whispered right in your ear sending shivers down your spine.Â
A final wail left our mouth as Rhea pulled out of you. Rhea swiped her finger across the strap stealing a sample of your cum before licking her finger clean. She helped you sit up at the edge of the bed before getting another pile of your sweetness on the pad of her thumb.
âOpen up sweet girlâ She requested, you obeyed opening your mouth before sucking Rhea's finger clean. Rhea stood over you as she licked her teeth. âGod baby youâre making me want to fuck you all over again.â She teased leaving you giggling. Rhea got a warm rag and began carefully cleaning you up then began cleaning herself up.Â
Rhea plopped herself onto the bed pulling you to lay on her chest. Your aftercare was one of the most important things to Rhea, she knew she was rough on you so she always made time to hold you close to her never wanting you to feel like just a toy for her. The two of you silently admiring each other's faces from inches away, admiring the intricacies of eyes, combing fingers through hair, tracing invisible shapes on arms. Little kisses were littered across each other's faces. It was just the two of you, no clothes, no music, no distractions, maybe some smeared makeup but hey you canât deny how attractive her in-ring makeup was all smeared.Â
âYouâre gonna be so hungover in the morning,â Rhea broke the silence with her sly comment. âAnd youâre gonna be the one taking care of me so I guess Iâm the winner here!â You nudged her arm leaving her sarcastically rolling her eyes.
The both of you fell back into your comfortable silence. You could stay in her arms forever. No matter what wringer she put you through she was your home.
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ROAD TRIP WITH THE SAIKI'S .á
IN WHICH : Saiki's mom invites you along to spend the spring break with them! the cost? meeting his grandparents.
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request by : @ladyswankydank
song to play : Dreams by The Cranberries
warnings : not proofread and everyon's thoughts are italic and bold
a/n: apologies for the delay i was in a major slump :<
Saiki wasnât planning for this to happen. His mother had been pestering him for days, weeks, and even MONTHS before spring break because she wanted you to meet his grandparents. Even the thought of it gives him a headache.
In his mind, his parents were the only family members you needed to meet, so was it really necessary? It all started when you came over after school, and he left to help his dad with something. Big mistake.
Leaving you alone in the kitchen was a huge mistake. Within the minutes that he was gone, his mother somehow managed to come home from running errands at that exact moment. He heard her thoughts right when she entered the front door.
Oh, Y/nâs here!
The two greeted each other and began talk about anything and everything. Nothing was out of ordinary as he overheard their conversation. Until.. âAny plans for the spring break?â
âNo, Iâll pretty much just be home.â You sulked. Saiki could practically see the pout playing on your lips and the slump of your shoulders. His mother made a thoughtful sound and said, âOh, well, weâre all going to visit my parents.â
Oh.
No.
NO!
âWhy donât come with usââ
There was a crackle in the air and sudden gust of wind. Your boyfriend appeared in the kitchen, looking rather distressed. You and his mother exchanged looks, "Um, anyways..." you cautiously continued, completely ignoring the third party in the room. "What were you saying, Mrs. Saiki?"
Saiki quickly moved to touch your hand that was resting on the table. One touch and he could teleport you with him to Texas to prevent whatever chaos his mother was trying to rope you in. Unforunately, god was not on his side today, because his mother was much quicker.
âWould you like to spend the break with us? I know it isnât ideal but Iâm sure his grandparents would love to meet you!â He saw the smile that crept on your face and knew he was doomed. You excitedly accepted the offer, so giggly and happy that you were going to spend this short vacation with him.
You were oblivious to the mayhem that was currently your boyfriendâs mind. You thanked his mother for inviting and promised that you would be packed and ready in the morning. You collected your things, muttering about how you had to go home to pick some outfits for tomorrow.
You kissed your motionless boyfriend goodbye and out the door you went.
Good grief.
Saiki glanced over at you in the passanger seat of the car as you cruised down the road of the countryside. You had a small book in your lap, tapping the pen against your chin as you studied the partially filled-in word puzzle.
âOkay, soâŚâ you said, pulling the book closer to your face so there no room for peeking. Not that Saiki planned on doing that anyway. âFive letter word for âa place of refugeâ. Starts with H.â
âHaven.â
âKu, thatâs the last word and the last puzzle page. Honestly, I think you were cheating this entire ride.â You eyed him skeptically and he couldnât help the small smile that played at his lips.
The two of you attempted to play cards next but there was no winning when Saiki was your opponent. You couldnât tell if he was doing this on purpose or if he was genuinely just good at everything. So, you opted for just listening to music together for the rest of the way.
It wasnât long before Saiki had fallen asleep on your shoulder, leaving you to stare at the scenery outside the window. You havenât been to the countryside since you were a kid, so being here again with your boyfriend and his family to meet his grandparents made it all the more exciting for you.
The car had pulled onto a dirt road before stopping infront of a small house. You shook Saiki awake and he stirred slightly before slowly lifting his weight off of you.
Everyone exited and collected their belongings in the trunk. âDonât take anything my grandpa says to heart.â Were the last Saikiâs last words to you before his grandma opened the door to greet you guys.
âOh, hello!â She greeted them all with a hug and her wrinkled eyes landed on you. She offered a sweet smile and cupped your face between her hands.
âKurumi, sheâs just as beautiful as you told me over the phone! Come in, come in!â The space was small, but cozy. There was a spread of food already on the table and you didnât realize how hungry you were from the long journey until that moment.
âKumagoro, come out theyâre here!â
âIâm coming!â A gruff voice said from another room. Loud footsteps were heard down the hall as they grew closer to the living room and there he was. Kumagoro Saiki in all his glory, a scowl stitched onto his face as he scanned everyone in the room.
âWhoâs that girl?â He nodded towards you, and you suddenly felt nervous. You mentally prepped yourself as you took a step forward, and bowed to properly greet him. âMy name is L/n Y/n, Iâm very pleased to meet you. You have a lovely home!â
He made a hmph! sound and demanded everyone to put their stuff away before eating. You straightened your posture, mentally cursing yourself as you awkwardly following behind your boyfriend to your shared room. He could practically hear the chaos that was going on in your mind.
Donât take it to heart. Donât take it to heart. Donât take it to heart. Donât take it to heart. Donât take it to heart. Donât take it to heart. Donât take it to heart. Donât take it to heart. Donât take it to heart. Don't take it to hearâ
âY/n.â
His low voice snapped you out of your spiral. The hand soothing your back was enough for you to know that Saiki was trying his best to make you feel comforted and supported. You calmed your nerves before joining the others in the dining room.
No progress was made during dinner either. You chatted with his grandma and mother for most of meal but you made sure to keep a discreet eye on the grump at the end of the table. Though Kusuo didnât think you were being discreet with the way your eyes would immedately dart to the old man whenever there was a sign of movement.
Good grief. He thought. He was stuck between being concerned for you and admiring you.
Despite that, you were determined to win his grandpa over by doing everything you could with every chance you got. And I mean EVERY chance. He wanted meat? you passed the plate. He wanted more rice? you offered some of yours. He finished his drink? you poured him some more. Dishes needed to be washed? âI can help!â
By the end, your face was stuffed into your pillow as your mourned the lack of acknowledgement you got from grandpa Saiki. No matter what you did, there was no cracking a smile or thank you out of him. You buried yourself further into your futon, defeated.
A presence settled into the futon next to yours. You didnât have to peak over to know who it was nor did you have the strength to, anyway. It was official, you were going to sleep away your sorrows and try again tomorrow.
TOMORROW WILL BE MY DAâ
âHe thinks you're pretty.â Kusuo abruptly said.
You scrambled to sit up and face the male beside you. âHuh?â
âAnd nice.â He added.
Your face lit up in that moment, crawling closer to the big lump under the blankets. âSeriously? What else did he think?â
âNot sure, goodnight.â He mumbled and clinked off the lamp on his bedside, leaving you in the darkness.
âYes, you do! Come onn wake up and tell me more.â You shook him but there was no use in trying. âKUUUU COME ON. KUSUO? KUSUO.â
â THE END
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