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what brought back that smile? - lando norris
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pairing: lando norris x fem! reader
warnings: kinda established relationship, fresh relationship, curious muppets!, English is my second language!
type: fluff, pure fluff
word count: 3,5k
summary: 5 times when someone asked the reason for Lando's sudden surge of happiness, but he preferred to keep his sweet secrets to himself
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Since Lando Norris broke up with his then-girlfriend Luishina in 2022, no one has seen him this happy since. Of course, there have been moments where Lando walked around smiling - for example, when he won his first race in Miami or partying with friends in Ibiza. On more than one occasion, fans saw him joking and laughing until his stomach hurt with other drivers, but further down the line, everyone knew that the old Lando was gone. The one who laughed through love. The one foolishly in love, who proved it at every turn. Since his former relationship, Lando hasn't bonded with anyone - there were only rumors of fleeting romances or PR relationships. Until recently. In fact, no one knows when it took place. And since when Lando felt like a foolishly infatuated boy again.
THE FIRST TIME: Oscar Piastri When Oscar noticed changes in Lando's behavior, it was not much before the Japanese race. Or at least it wasn't so visible before. Norris was walking around smiling from ear to ear, constantly forgetting what he should do or who he should talk to about the changes in the car. No one paid much attention to it, and Oscar initially tried to ignore it as well, and winning in Miami a month later further eclipsed the spy's thoughts. After all, Lando had won his first race after so long in Formula One and so many times standing on the podium. The Mclaren drivers weren't the best of friends on the grid, but Oscar knew it wasn't because of winning the race. Or at least not just because of that.
Oscar was curious, even if he said very little about his life, the Lando case drilled him from the bottom up. And it started off small.
One morning 2 weeks after the Miami race, Lando showed up for a meeting with a goofy smile on his face. His attention was focused on everything during the strategy discussion, his mind was clearly elsewhere.
âAre you okay?â asked Oscar, poking his teammate under the table. As if awakened from his trance, Lando stopped tapping his fingers against his thigh and turned his head toward the Australian, smiling that silly grin again. âYeah, all good, mate. â he asked, tilting his head to the side. Oh, how foolishly charmed he was. âWhy do you ask?â
Oscar shrugged. âI dunno. You just seem... happier these days. What brought back that smile?â
The question hung in the air for a long moment. Lando hung his head and laughed quietly under his breath, as if he was thinking whether he wanted to say it or rather not. And that was the option he chose, keeping his new infatuation to himself.
âWell, you know, buddy, I won a race recently. A chance to celebrate, huh?â
Oscar laughed, but couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else behind that smile, and that Lando was lying right in his eyes. Something - or someone - had brought back that trademark Lando smile. But Oscar decided to let it go for now.
Meanwhile, Lando was smiling to himself. Was it really that noticeable? Could everyone now know his sweet secret?
Such questions were cluttering his mind, but he tried not to worry about them. They were quickly superseded by thoughts of [Y.N]. It was wild how fast she had slipped into his life. What had started as a chance meeting turned into hours of effortless conversation, late-night phone calls, and a connection that had somehow brought him back to life. He hadn't felt this way sinceâŚ. well, he couldn't remember the last time. And that was the point of it all.
MUPPETS: Carlos Sainz Jr Carlos had known Lando since 2019, so this year was their 5th anniversary of knowing each other. From the very beginning, the men, despite the age difference, got along great. And they soon became friends, too, supporting each other in worse and better moments. You could say they knew each other like the back of their hand, so while Lando was drifting away more and more each possible time during their conversations, the Spaniard had no more questions or thoughts. He was well aware that his younger friend's head was occupied by not something, but someone.
The sun beat down on the lush green of the golf course, the Spanish heat was unrelenting even in the early hours of the day. Carlos set up for his shot, squinting against the blinding glare, while Lando stood to the side, waiting his turn. It was a rare moment of calm before the chaos of the Spanish Grand Prix weekend, and Carlos was glad to be spending it with his best friend.
Until he saw Lando miss every time, which hadn't happened all that often before. Well, okay, Lando was worse than Carlos at golf, but to that extent?
And those constant glances at the phone, which he was so reluctant to leave in the golf cart.
âAy, muppet. What the hell is wrong with you?â rang out Carlos' voice as he hit the ball.
Of course it flew cleanly where it was supposed to fly. But what's the pleasure of playing as your friend drills a hole in the grass with his club, his other hand constantly checking his phone screen?
"Huh?" Lando snapped out of his trance. This had been happening to him more and more often lately, nay, it had been happening to him for more than three months now.
âYouâve been smiling like an idiot all day,â Carlos teased, though his tone was softer, more curious than mocking. âActually, youâve been like this for weeks like not months now. So, tell meâwho is she?â
Landoâs cheeks flushed pink, and he quickly turned his attention to the golf ball at his feet, fiddling with his club. âI donât know what youâre talking about,â he muttered, but there was a grin he couldnât quite suppress. And in fact, I don't think he wanted to get rid of it.
Carlos laughed, poking Lando playfully on the shoulder. âCome on, cabrĂłn. I know you too well and it's been a long time since you've been this happy. So who's the lucky girl? Who brought back that smile?â
Lando sighed under his breath - he knew he could trust Carlos, he was his best friend. He just liked the fact that he and [Y.N] were in a closed bubble of happiness that they had made for themselves in three months. Of course it was still fresh and nothing was certain yet, but Lando gave in. To whom as to whom, but to Carlos he already had to tell. It was drilling him from the inside.
âIt's ⌠nothing serious,â Lando finally said, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal. âIt's just⌠I'm meeting someone. I'm trying to keep it discreet.â
Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. âDude, I've known you long enough to know when you're serious about someone,â he said, and his voice became softer. âAnd if she makes you smile like that, I'd say it's more than a casual.â
Lando bit his lip, trying to hide the smile that threatened to break through. The truth was that [Y.N] had quickly become the best part of his days.
âMaybe,â he admitted, finally meeting Carlos' gaze. âBut for now it's just ⌠between us, sure?
Carlos clapped Lando on the back, a broad grin on his face. âIâm happy for you, hermano. And donât worryâI wonât tell anyone. But I have to say, itâs good to see you like this again.â
They both laughed and Lando already knew he was lost. Together, with Carlos, were like the biggest gossips, so he quickly unlocked his phone, even jumping up and down with happiness, wanting to show Carlos some pictures of them together. What luck befell him when he found out that [Y.N] also loves to take pictures.
Carlos leaned closer, curious. Lando pulled out a photo from a few weeks ago - from his once-in-a-lifetime date with [Y.N]. They were sitting on a blanket in a meadow somewhere by the water, the golden sunset casting a warm glow over them. The girl's head was tilted toward him and resting on his shoulder, her eyes were crinkling with laughter, and Lando looked happier than Carlos had seen him in a long time. His hand was on the girl's shoulders, visibly embracing her closer to him.
âI want her to be the one, you know?â muttered Lando, smiling even wider when he saw the notification from her.
LUCKY CHARM: Lando's parents Lando was able to hide his fresh relationship from his friends, from his fans and from the rest of the world. But he definitely couldn't hide it from his parents and siblings. Not even a month of knowing [Y.N] had passed when he vividly talked about how much he had fallen in love and how he hoped she was the one and last woman in his life. His loved ones were damn happy to finally see the most sincere smile of his entire life on the face of this little Lando Norris.
The air around Silverstone was charged with electricity, and the energy of the home crowd gave Lando joy like no other race on the calendar. Walking through the bustling paddock, he felt lighter than he had in years. It wasn't just the thrill of racing on his own track - it was the realization that somewhere among the sea of faces there was [Y.N], watching him.
Fortunately, he managed to smuggle her into a private hospitality suite, away from prying cameras, journalists and fans. They had been seeing each other for almost four months, in truth they were not a couple, but everything was going for it. Lando wasn't the only one who was foolishly infatuated with the relationship; the girl, like him, walked around with her head in the clouds, as her university colleagues or friends seemed to notice more than once. But in her case it was easier to hide, after all, she didn't have a million eyes on her like Lando did.
When Lando entered his private area in the Mclaren garage, he immediately noticed his parents, sisters and brother, who were smiling at him from ear to ear. The entire Norris family had a close relationship with each other, so of course everyone knew about Lando's new sweetheart, whom he had been dating with for four months.
âAnd there's our smiling boy!â laughed Lando's mother, hugging her son tightly. The driver laughed under his breath, hugging his family one by one, fortunately in a place where the eyes of others did not reach and they could have a moment of peace. âI'm glad you're all here,â Lando said, stroking his younger sister Flo's hair.
âHow could we not be here?â asked Oliver, Lando's brother, laughing under his breath.
The atmosphere was great, however, everyone knew this question would come sooner than perhaps it should?
âWell, you know what, tell us where she is,â said Lando's dad, poking him lightly on the shoulder. âYou're laughing so hard, I won't believe she's not here.â
âYes! Show us finally what brought back that smile,â said his mom, echoing her husband.
Lando felt his face heat up, but he couldnât keep the grin from spreading. âYou two donât miss a thing, do you?â he said, shaking his head.
âWe just want to meet her,â his mum said softly, eyes twinkling with warmth. âWeâve heard so much about her, and if sheâs the reason our sonâs been so happy lately, weâd love to say hello.â
After a moment's thought, Lando nodded. âAll right. I'll bring her - but behave,â he said with nervous but excited energy.
Lando slipped stealthily out of the garage and headed for his room, which only he and a few Mclaren people had access to. Although it was a rather hidden place, [Y.N] did not complain. She could wait out the time until the race in peace, just as she could go out to Mclaren's garage and watch it there. Lando made her as comfortable as possible.
When the girl saw him, she raised her eyes and smiled warmly in his direction. âAre you okay?â she asked.
âYes, everything is fine,â he assured her, taking her hand in his. At the same time, he forced her to get up from the soft couch. âBut⌠there is someone who wants to meet you. My family is even dying to meet the woman of my heart.â
The girl took a deep breath and smiled. âI'd love to meet them.â
Holding hands, they returned to the hospitality. When they went inside, Lando's mother sighed quietly and immediately crossed the room to hug [Y.N]. âOh, how nice to finally meet you,â she said, and her voice was filled with sincere warmth.
âShe's beautiful,â Cisca whispered, looking at Lando. The boy only whispered a quiet âI knowâ and laughed under his breath.
Immediately the whole family greeted the girl, hugging her tightly and bestowing kind words on her, including telling her how happy they were that she was making Lando so happy again. And everything was somehow better. His parents and siblings were talking to the girl he'd had in his heart for several months, and everything was going smoothly. Lando was just standing off to the side, keeping his hand on her back and giving her a little kiss to make her feel better. But he was probably the most stressed one there.
Lando checked his watch, feeling the familiar pre-start jitters begin to overwhelm him. But today he felt a little better than usual.
âI have to go now,â he said reluctantly, turning to face the girl. His parents moved away to give them a moment of privacy.
âYou can do it, you're amazing on the track,â she purred, placing her hands on his shoulders and gently correcting his suit.
Lando merely smiled in her direction and without hesitation placed his hand on her cheek and leaned in, pressing their lips together in a quick but tender kiss. This was not how they had imagined their first kiss, but in that moment it was their best memory and the time this kiss could have happened. Lando pulled away from [Y.N], their eyes met and they both smiled at each other, giggling under their breath.
Lando checked his watch, feeling the familiar pre-race jitters starting to creep in.
âIâve got to go,â he said reluctantly, turning to her. His parents stepped back to give them a moment of privacy.
âGood luck out there,â she whispered, her eyes shining with pride. âYouâre going to do amazing.â
Lando smiled, but there was a flicker of nerves in his eyes. âI hope so. This oneâs important,â he said softly.
[Y.N] reached up, cupping his cheek with her hand. âYouâve got this, Lando. I believe in you.â
Without thinking, Lando leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a swift, impulsive kiss. It wasnât planned, but in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. He pulled back, their eyes locking, and they both smiled.
âFor good luck,â he whispered, his voice low enough that only she could hear.
And even if he came in third place after the race, it didn't bother him much. He won something better and it was an amazing woman.
HI IBIZA: Max Fewtrell stream Max knew Lando since they were kids. Both could not imagine life without the other person, they were inseparable. Even if it didn't work out for them to be Formula One drivers by their side, it didn't change anything. They were always side by side, and as soon as Max heard about Lando's new crush, he knew this was the one. Norris had never talked so seriously and eagerly about any girl before. And Max liked to tease him about it. But at the same time, he was damn happy.
The warm glow of sunset in Ibiza paints everything with a golden sheen. Lando Norris, Max Fewtrell and their group of friends held a casual live stream at their bungalow, which they rented for the whole group of friends. This stream was definitely different from their typical ones, where they played games on two different sides of the screen, but that was good too.
Everyone was more muted than at times when they were playing and shouting at each other. However, the biggest difference could be felt in Lando. He was more subdued, gently but sincerely smiling, and his eyes shone with such happiness that you could envy him.
The stream had been going on for about an hour, and the fans didn't run out of questions. They were inundated with the same questions as always, but today they had more opportunity to answer them because they weren't stressed by the background game. Lando kept getting questions about the Championship, the races, the competition and some side silliness. Until Max caught one significant comment among thousands of others. And of course he had to ask them.
Fan comment: "Lando, what brought back that smile? It's been a long time since we've seen you so happy, and of course that's great, but what's your secret?"
Max looks at Lando with a smile and winks. "Good question," he says, leaning back in his chair. "So, man, what's been making you so happy lately?"
"Oh, you know. Life has been better lately. Beautiful weather, sunshine, we have a beach house. The break from racing is good for me too, my head isn't as busy," Lando replied, playing with his hair and smiling under his breath.
Oh how he lied, how he lied to keep his bubble of happiness calm even longer.
"Really? Gee, I guess I agree with that comment, you're somehow happier lately," said Max, glancing at Lando with a teasing look. He remembered well how Lando had talked down his relationship on the stream, but he wasn't going to do the same to him. "Or maybe you've found a hobby other than Formula One?"
"Maybe," he laughed lightly under his breath, feeling the warmth inside his body. "I guess I just got old and I'm not that rebellious 20-year-old anymore "
"Oh, it's definitely old age, you name it" Max laughed and went back to looking for interesting comments, leaving the matter of Lando's happiness. He wanted his friend to still have peace from prying eyes.
After the stream was over, everyone went their separate ways. Some decided to have a bonfire, but Lando felt he needed the solitude. He walked out to the beach, which they had right outside the gate of their cottage, and felt the cooler evening wind brush his face. He smiled under his breath when he saw [Y.N] by the shore. It wasn't a smile that the cameras could see; he reserved this one for her alone.
The girl was wearing a white loose dress that swayed gently in the wind, and her hair was tousled by the wind. It wasn't a moment before she heard him and gently turned toward him, giving him a beautiful smile. "Have you finished the stream yet?"
"It's been a while now," Lando stepped closer, feeling the sand under his feet surround him pleasantly. "I had to get away from the chaos. And the fans are getting curious, they asked what secret I have"
Girl raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Secret? What secret?"
Lando smiles mischievously and walks closer. "That I'm the happiest I've been in years." - he says in a quiet but sincere voice.
[Y.N] smiles, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. Without another word, she steps into his arms, and Lando doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her, pulling her close. They stand there for a moment, just the two of them, the sound of the waves crashing in the background. Lando takes a deep breath and places a kiss on her hair, pulling her even closer to him. It was the peace he had needed for a long time
FIRST CHRISMTAS: [Y.N] Lando and [Y.N] had been together for almost half a year. Their lives were filled with happiness that neither of them had ever experienced before. From the first day, they understood each other like two peas in a pod, and that's how it stayed. That's why she was surprised by how happy Lando was.
The couple in love are together in the kitchen, with the countertop in front of them strewn with flour and other ingredients for making gingerbread cookies. [Y.N] is wearing one of Lando's voluminous sweaters and humming a Christmas carol, pacing next to the countertop. Lando, on the other hand, dressed in his loose Mclaren T-shirt and Christmas pajama pants, is trying to roll out the dough, but it's not going well. His hands are covered in flour and the dough keeps sticking to the rolling pin. Well, it's easier to say that his whole body is covered in flour.
"Do you need help, chef?" - asks [Y.N], leaning against the countertop and looking at him with an amused smile.
Lando raises his gaze, feigning impatience. "It's harder than it looks, sure?" - He laughs, combing his flour-dusted hair with his hand. "I thought baking was supposed to be easy."
"It's easy, you just have some manual problems," the girl laughs and moves to his side, gently taking the rolling pin from his hands. "Here, let me," she says, guiding him to the side. Their fingers brush as she takes over, a soft, tender moment.
"Sure, my baking queen," the boy laughs, looking at her with adoration.
"You could do the icing." the girl says, pointing to the already made gingerbread cookies.
Lando's eyes brighten, his smile widening. "Icing, huh? That's sounds better." He grabs a piping bag and starts filling it, but as he attempts to pipe a simple design, it all goes horribly wrong.
âLando!â she laughs, her eyes crinkling with amusement. The icing has spilled everywhere.
He looks down at his hands, dripping with icing. âWell, thatâs not what I had in mindâŚâ He shrugs sheepishly.
âYouâre adorable when you try, you know that?â She leans in and wipes a bit of icing from his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin.
âAnd youâre just adorable,â he says, moving closer to her.
Landoâs hands quickly find their place on her waist, and his face is twisted into a genuine big smile. They both giggle, putting the matter of the cookies aside.
âWhat brought that smile again, huh?â the girl asks, touching his lips, which is also dirty with icing.
âYou,â he says simply, and his voice carries a quiet sincerity that makes her heart skip a beat. "It was always you"
For a moment, they both stand in silence, the hum of the Christmas music in the background, the quiet crackling of the small fire in the corner of the livingroom adding to the coziness of the apartment. Itâs a peaceful stillness, the kind that only exists between two people whoâve found something real.
A/N: i know it's no nut november and this should be smut but i swear when i had a vision i had to write this. i hope you like it because i won't lie, i fucking love it!
please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)
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this town is only gonna eat you
(buddie) (s8 spec) (1.1k) already wrote some buck-gets-hit-by-a-car spec, so how about some buck-gets-shot? kept thinking about "take eddie [to the laker's game] and die" and uh... here we are. cw: mass shooting/ gun violence (described vaguely), somewhat graphic description of a bullet wound, blood edit: now featuring a companion piece
Buck is smiling when it happens. Grinning at Eddie like he hung the fucking moon as he points out what must be the hundredth interesting play heâs seen on the court tonight. Buckâs smiling.
Eddie registers the screams before the gunfire. He smells the metallic scent of spent shell casings before he sees the shooter. He tackles Buck to the ground before he realizes heâs already hurt.
Buck was smiling, but now his face is inches from Eddieâs and his eyes are wide with pain and panic.
âEds,â he says, and itâs barely above a whisper but itâs still too loud.
Eddie shakes his head, a tiny, sharp movement. Buck takes a shaky breath and presses his lips together. He understands. Eddie hates that he understands. Thank God he understands.
Thereâs something warm and wet slowly spreading between them, and it takes Eddie several wasted seconds to realize itâs blood. Heâs almost completely certain it isnât his, whichâ
God, thatâs so much worse than if it was.
One of Eddieâs hands is still cradling Buckâs head, an instinctive act of protection before they hit the ground. With the other, Eddie slowly begins feeling his way around Buckâs abdomen. His fingers brush against torn fabric and he feels nauseous.
Iâm sorry, he mouths before pressing down hard.
Buck gasps in pain. A muscle in his jaw ticks with the effort it must take him to keep from screaming.
âYouâre doing so good,â Eddie breathes into Buckâs ear. âIâve got you; I promise.â
The bullet caught him somewhere along the fifth intercostal space on the right side of his chest. Eddie doesnât have a way to feel for an exit wound, not without letting up pressure on what he knows is there.
At best, the bullet glanced off a rib and tore through nothing but skin and muscle. At worstâŚ
At worst, Buck is dying beneath him and thereâs not a damn thing Eddie can do, not until the shooter is dead or gone. All Eddie can do is pray. Pray and hope like hell that God has forgiven him for his incomplete confession.
Another spray of gunfire echoes through the arena. Itâs nearly impossible to identify where itâs coming from, but Eddieâs got a vague idea based on the direction people seem to be running in.
Buck takes a ragged, watery breath.
For the first time in his life, Eddie hopes heâs crying. He draws back, just far enough to look Buck in his eyes. His eyes, which are clouded over in pain but free from tears.
Fuck, fucking goddamn it.
Eddie presses his cheek against Buckâs.
âSlow, steady breaths, okay?â he whispers. âYou have to breathe through it, even if it feels like you canât.â
The tiniest whimper escapes Buckâs chest.
âYou have to, Buck, I canâtââ Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and takes a shuddering breath. âI just need you to hold on,â he begs.
A single shot rings out, and nearby, something falls to the ground with a dull thump.
âSuspect is down!â someone shouts. âWeâre clear for EMS.â
Eddie carefully extricates his hand from behind Buckâs head. âHear that? Weâre so close, Buck.â He brushes a thumb across his cheekbone, then sits up and raises his hand in the air. âOver here!â he shouts. âIâve got a penetrating chest wound that needs to be on the first ambo out of here!â
Buckâs eyelashes flutter as he fights to stay conscious.
âCome on, eyes on me,â Eddie says.
With his free hand and his teeth, he tears a strip of fabric from his shirt to wad up and press into Buckâs wound. Â The skin there is ragged and torn, almost certainly an exit wound. Eddie curses.
âI need EMS now!â Eddie roars, not tearing his eyes away from Buck for even a second.
âIâm coming to you!â someone calls back.
Buckâs eyes slip shut.
âNo!â Eddie commands, rubbing his knuckles across Buckâs sternum. âYouâre staying right here with me, you got it?â
Buck groans weakly. His eyes flick back open.
âThatâs perfect, youâre perfect,â Eddie babbles. âJust keepâcâmon, Buck, just keep fighting. I needâyou have to be okay.â
Buckâs lips part. âHurt,â he breathes.
âI know,â Eddie says desperately, âI know it hurts, Iâm sorry.â
A pained sound falls from Buckâs lips. He lifts one of his hands just high enough to ghost his fingers along the ruined hem of Eddieâs shirt.
Behind him, Eddie hears a gurney roll to a stop.
âHere!â
Eddie turns and find a young woman, no more than twenty years old, wearing a polo that declares her part of a private ambulance service. He doubts sheâd weigh even a hundred pounds soaking wet.
âAlright,â he says, turning back to Buck. âIâm going to get you onto that gurney. Let me do all the work, okay?â
Buckâs eyes widen. He makes a strangled sound. âHurt,â he coughs out again, fingers scrambling uselessly against the concrete floor of the arena.
âTheyâre gonna give you the good stuff at the hospital,â Eddie reassures. He lets go of Buckâs wound and pulls him into a seated position, then rolls him awkwardly onto his back. âI got you,â he says as he stands.
Eddie staggers beneath Buckâs weight but manages to get him down three rows worth of steps and onto the gurney without the young EMTâs help.
âWeâre staged just outside the north entrance,â she says as she begins to push Buck toward a set of doors.
Eddie nods sharply. âHeâs got a perforating chest wound, probable pulmonary laceration, and a history of pulmonary embolism. Allergic to naproxen,â he rattles off as he pushes the gurney alongside her.
âUm, okay, thatâsâare you a doctor or something?â she asks.
âFirefighter,â Eddie corrects. âWe both are.â
The closer they get to the exit, the harder Eddie has to work to keep pace with the EMT. He must be coming down hard as the adrenaline fades. A few spots cloud the corners of his visions. He blinks them away.
The doors to the outside fling open, revealing two paramedics from the 136.
âDiaz, is that you?â one of them asks.
The best Eddie can do is nod.
âShit, and thatâsââ
Eddieâs ears start to ring.
âDiaz, were you shot?â
No, he tries to say. One of the paramedics grabs him under the shoulders, and the other pushes his t-shirt up untilâ
Oh.
Huh.
He has been shot.
The paramedic in front of him is saying something, but Eddie canât quite understand it. Over his shoulder, the EMT looks blurry and horrified.
The spots in his vision return with a vengeance, and in his last few moments of lucidity, it occurs to Eddie that the bullet in his abdomen is probably the same one that ripped through Buckâs chest.
Then, the world fades to black, and Eddie thinks nothing at all. Â
#apparently i work through Grief and Despair by writing evil little spec fics so here we are#also by doing the dishes but that feels less relevant#911fic#911 fic#buddiefic#buddie fic#911#buddie#fic#911 spec#cw gun violence#abbie writes
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Blood of A Rose - Part 4 (Art the Clown x Fem!Reader)
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Summary - (Y/n) begins to notice Art suddenly growing more distant and she spirals into insecurity and concern. He reassures her and opens up about what has been occurring, but the events to follow will forever change the course of their lives together.
Notes - Yâall itâs here!! Definitely finished sooner than I thought, crazy what motivation does to someone lol. This is probably my favorite of all of the works Iâve done for Art and Iâm so excited to bring you all on this journey! Without further ado, enjoy the show.
Word Count - 7,287
Warning(s): Blood/gore, violence, insecurity, smut, self-harm, suicide/sacrifice (donât worry)
Song Inspiration -
ZAND - I Spit On Your Grave
Lewis Blisset - Killing Butterflies
(Y/n) entered the work room with a heavy sigh, tearing the fresh newspaper before tossing it into the trash. Art waved at her half-heartedly from where he worked at his bench, not bothering to face her as he focused.Â
She set down a small cardboard box on her stool and looked around for a moment.Â
âCan I use that knife for a moment?â She asked the clown casually. Art gave her a suspicious side-eye before reluctantly passing her a steak knife. âThank you.âÂ
She cut at the tape, opening her new shipment of paint before handing the knife back to him and unpacking the box.Â
âAnything crazy happen when I was gone?â She asked, but then quickly answered for him before he could even comprehend the question. âNo? Good.âÂ
Art stared at her in disbelief, expressing a blatant what the fuck as he squinted. He watched as (Y/n) tossed away the box and sighed again as she hung her camera around her neck, his signal to get up.Â
The clown put his hands on his hips and gave her a stern look. Her gaze softened and she gave him a gentle smile.Â
âIâm okay, Iâm just in a bit of a mood.â She stood on the tips of her toes and kissed his cheek, Art simply poking the tip of her nose with an approving nod before grabbing his bag.Â
âMan or woman tonight?â (Y/n) questioned as she played with the ruffled fabric at the bottom of his sleeve, eyes focused on the sidewalk they followed. âOr both?â She added and Art pointed at her with a mischievous grin, agreeing. âWe should find a couple, but that might be harder to find. Could always just get a man and woman separately and -âÂ
Art slapped his free hand over her mouth and they froze, (Y/n) looking up at him expectedly.Â
Voices were heard speaking casually in the distance and she followed his gaze, coincidentally spotting a couple walking out of a restaurant. Art grinned mischievously and removed his hand from her mouth, the two of them sharing an eager expression, then simultaneously looking back at the couple before stalking forward.Â
Art disappeared into an alleyway while (Y/n) continued to follow the couple from behind them.Â
âExcuse me?â She innocently caught their attention. They turned to see her, the man more skeptical while the woman was more concerned. âMy friend just collapsed, I think she blacked out, but Iâm not sure and I donât know what to do.â (Y/n) panicked, fidgeting with her hands.Â
âSure thing hun, where is she?â The woman politely pressed further.Â
âSheâs just over here.â (Y/n) motioned to the alleyway not far from them. The woman stepped forward to follow her, the man hesitating before shaking his head and following reluctantly.Â
As they turned into the alleyway, (Y/n) slowed to stand behind them as they wandered further, looking into the seemingly empty space. The woman turned to question (Y/n) when a loud thud sounded as a plank rammed against her head, sending her into the brick wall.Â
The man shouted as he watched her fall, his gaze then trailing to trace the figure of the monochromatic clown that stood menacingly in front of him. The man gasped and quickly spun around to leave, only to come face to face with (Y/n) who casually leaned against the wall. She raised her hand, wiggling her fingers at him in a wave before ramming his skull into the wall, his body collapsing next to his partner.Â
Art laughed wildly with glee in her participation, dropping the board and clapping his hands. He turned to his bag as (Y/n) lifted her camera, adjusting it then snapping a couple of photos as the couple groaned in pain together.Â
When Art stood straight once more, she turned her back to them and leaned against the wall again, watching the street while she patiently waited.Â
After long, Art tapped her on the shoulder and presented the now mangled pair, (Y/n) tilting her head in thought. After minor deliberation, Art propped them up against the wall to sit next to each other, leaning against the other with the womanâs head on the manâs shoulder.Â
(Y/n) crouched, catching different angles and lighting while Art watched her work, taking in her form and focus with admiration. He caught the sound of new voices, head snapping as his smile dropped ever so slightly before stepping towards the opening of the alleyway.Â
He reached the entrance, peeking his head out and looking both ways. He caught sight of a trio of teenagers, two brunettes and a blonde as they giggled. His eyes squinted when the shorter brunette turned her face more into his view, rage subtly beginning to simmer as his eyes glimmered in recognition.Â
âWhatâs the matter?â (Y/n) asked when she stepped beside him, following his line of sight to see the same three girls. âYou want them too?â She furrowed her brow when he didnât acknowledge her. âArt?âÂ
He finally broke away from them and looked over at her, waving his hand off in dismissal.Â
âLetâs get going, then.â She watched as he cast the disappearing girls one last look before turning to grab his bag, then took her hand as he came up to her and began their walk back home. (Y/n) looked back at the group one last time with suspicion.
As the two of them laid in their bed, (Y/n) couldnât help but remember Artâs strange behavior earlier. She tried to focus on his steady breathing and the beat of his heart, his fingers that mindlessly caressed her shoulder. But it couldnât distract her enough to brush it off.Â
She felt Art tap her shoulder, feeling the unsteady rhythm of her heart that contrasted his own. (Y/n) looked up at him and he tilted his head at her in a silent question.Â
She took a deep breath and sighed. âWhat was that earlier? With those girls?âÂ
Artâs lips twitched, then he waved his hand as if to say it was nothing.Â
âYouâve never done that before.â (Y/n) pressed. Art frowned and a firm finger raised, warning her to not worry. She laid her head back down on his chest in defeat and he rubbed her shoulder, soothing her to help her fall asleep.Â
(Y/n) stood in darkness. A void. Surrounded by nothing. She turned to see the silhouette of what seemed to be the shorter brunette from the trio, a nauseous feeling settling in (Y/n)âs stomach as tears welled up in her eyes.Â
As she felt one trickle down her cheek, a hand cradled her chin and turned her head to face them. She was met with the beautiful green eyes of her infamous clown, falling into a trance as her legs began to lose feeling, jellifying under his piercing gaze.Â
But when she reached up to his face, he disappeared.Â
Her eyes fluttered open, the spot next to her on the bed cold and empty. Her eyes looked towards the boarded window, seeing no light shining through. She reached for her phone on the nightstand, checking the time.Â
3:47.
(Y/n) stood with a sigh and rubbed at her tired eyes, sluggishly walking towards the door and leaving the room in search of Art. She entered the work room, expecting to find him sitting at his bench. But there was no sign of him.Â
She checked the other rooms they rarely used, thinking he mightâve been in a more sporadic mood. But again, no sign.Â
She meandered back over to her door when the entrance of the building opened and in walked the man in question, though without his bag and without more blood than she had fallen asleep to.Â
He paused in the doorway, staring at her with his usual grin and she felt a pang in her chest, looking him up and down before disappearing back into her room without further acknowledgement.
Art cocked his head back in confusion, smile faltering at her behavior. He thought about following her, comforting her or cheering her up in some way. But he decided against it and made his way to his bench.Â
She felt another pang in her chest when she heard him begin to hammer away, hoping that he would join her.Â
Her mind raced, jumping to conclusion after conclusion.
Something wasnât right, that much was evident. It didnât start until he saw the group of girls. He wasnât bothered, no. She knew him well enough to know that.Â
No, what she saw in his eyes was determination. Sadistic, violent determination that worried her more than it should have. So much so that an uneasy feeling began to settle in her stomach. A feeling she hadnât felt during the nearly full year they had been together.Â
Uncertainty.Â
During her turmoil, she fell back asleep, exhausted from the events of the night and her unfiltered thoughts.Â
When she awoke the next day, the sun was up as rays showed between the boards. (Y/n) stared up at the ceiling for a few moments, mind quiet as she slowly blinked.Â
Eventually, she stood and changed into a different outfit, sighing as she adjusted her clothes and finished getting ready before walking out towards the work room.Â
Her spirits lifted when she saw Artâs back to her at his bench this time, toying with one of his creations. She shuffled behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso and feeling him relax beneath her. One of his hands reached down to pat her forearm, settling on top of it as he felt her cheek press against his back.Â
âMissed you last night.â (Y/n) mumbled against him and his finger caressed her wrist in acknowledgment.Â
She finally let go and stepped to stand beside him, kissing his cheek then sitting on her stool.
âSharpening?â (Y/n) asked as he ran one of his knives along a metal rod and nodded. âGetting ready for something special, then?â She continued and yawned.Â
Art nodded again, slower as he was deep in thought. He tossed the knife back into his bag sat beside him and stood, (Y/n)âs eyes following him curiously as he twisted the opening into a handle and slung it over his shoulder.Â
âWeâre going out during the day?âÂ
Art shook his head, slicing his hand across the air to tell her no. He pointed at her and made the motion again and her eyebrows knit together in confusion.Â
âYou donât want me to goâŚ?âÂ
Artâs eyes widened at the evident pain in her voice, waving his hand in front of him and shaking his head more vigorously in a panic to console her.Â
âThen why shouldnât I go?â She stood and her voice raised a little, the rate of her heart beginning to pick up.Â
Art motioned for her to calm down and take a deep breath, pointing between the two of them and giving her an ok symbol. He rested his free hand on her shoulder and bent down to kiss her nose, walking backwards towards the exit and giving her a thumbs up for reassurance.Â
As (Y/n) heard the door close, she began to hyperventilate as her mind raced with thoughts she never imagined were possible being with Art.Â
Why didnât he want her with him? Was there someone else? Was he growing tired of her?
The image of the girl from her dream, manifesting from the trio they saw that night entered her mind.Â
Tears pricked at her eyes and she breathed heavily, pacing the room that now felt colder than usual and empty. A choked sob slipped past her lips and she covered her mouth.Â
âNoâŚâ (Y/n) denied the possibility of him cheating on her. How could someone so simple take his attention away from her? From the relationship they had built together for so long?Â
Unless the girl wasnât as simple as she thought.
âNo, no, no -â She repeated to herself in desperation, and fell to her knees, arms wrapping around herself in false comfort.Â
She cried, the dam she so proudly held finally breaking as everything came crashing down onto her in that moment. She crawled across the floor to lean back against the wall, head tilted back as she continued, looking up at the ceiling helplessly.Â
After some time, her throat grew raw and her cries died down to sniffling and shaky breaths. She finally looked down from the ceiling to the concrete floor, catching a glimmer of something out of the corner of her eyes.Â
She turned her head to see a simple kitchen knife laying a few feet away, taunting her as the blade shined beneath the single bulb hanging from the center of the dull room.Â
(Y/n) stared at it for a few moments, a defeated sob working its way out of her throat as she slowly reached for it. She simply looked at it as she held it in her lap, contemplating.Â
Her breathing grew labored, trembling as she slowly rolled up the sleeve of her left arm. The blade was lifted to the skin, just barely grazing the surface when she heard the front door open and she yanked it away, standing up in a rush.Â
Her heart raced when she heard familiar footsteps grow closer, closer until the clown entered, bag nowhere to be seen. He looked around for a moment, eyes squinted in observation before he spotted her.
His grin immediately dropped at the sight before him. Her sleeve was up, blade in her other hand and shaking in her grasp. What disturbed him more than the blade was the raw emotion in her eyes. Emotions he would typically drink in with pleasure.Â
Panic, fear. Pain.Â
(Y/n) froze, unsure of what was going through his head, the sight of his frown unsettling in that moment. She took a step forward, face set in determination.Â
âWho is she?â She choked out. No response. âWho is she!â (Y/n) shouted, breaking.Â
Art slowly shook his head, forgetting about his theatrics with her state and stepping closer to her.Â
âWho is she to be more deserving of your attention?â Tears began to flow down her cheeks once more. âWhat does she offer that I donât?â Her voice cracked.Â
Art simply stood, unmoving as he took in her words.Â
âAnswer me!â She screamed desperately.
He watched as (Y/n) looked down in defeat, then at her arm, then slowly back up at him. And Art noticed the familiar look of determination. The one he himself was so well acquainted with.Â
Before he could understand what was happening, she quickly ran the blade across her inner forearm, effectively slicing the skin as red began to flow down in gentle streams and drip onto the floor.Â
Art lurched forward and snatched the blade from her hand, tossing it to the side as it clattered onto the floor. He gritted his teeth at her, frustrated as she stared at him with tear-stained cheeks. He looked down at the wound she inflicted, observing the damage.Â
It wasnât deep enough to cause fatal harm, but it was a decent gash that would take some time to heal. He pressed the sleeve of his own forearm against it, soaking the blood and adding pressure to prevent further bleeding.Â
He frowned as he looked back at her after hearing a sob, shaking his head at her in disappointment.   Â
âPlease donât leave meâŚâ His brow furrowed. âIâll do anything.â She whispered desperately and his expression softened in realization. âPleaseâŚâ She watched as his gaze pierced through her and felt a strange pressure in her head, followed by an odd sense of comfort and adoration.Â
Art suddenly leaned in and their lips met in sweet, demented unison. He tasted the salt of her tears, as did she as pressure was added to their kiss and she was flooded with overwhelming emotion.Â
Her uninjured arm desperately reached up around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer as she stood on her toes. His own free arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her into him, then he suddenly lifted her up bridally.Â
(Y/n) gripped onto him as if her life depended on it, burying her face in his neck as he brought them to her room and placed her on the bed, hovering over her.Â
Their lips met once more and they desperately clawed at each other, eager to prove that the other was real. Art moved down to her neck, biting and sucking harshly as she jumped and breathed heavily for an alternate reason.Â
His hands bruisingly gripped her waist as he ground himself into her, taking in her harmonious hums of pleasure. His hands slipped beneath her shirt, raising it to reveal the skin beneath until it was pulled over her head, mindful of her cut that he continued to press dry every now and then.Â
His teeth dragged down her neck, in between her breasts, gloved hands desperately kneading them through her bra and growing frustrated with the fabric. He reached under her and toyed with the clip, eventually unclamping it and tugging it off before he returned to her breasts to continue his mannerisms.Â
She sighed as his mouth aggressively latched on to one of her nipples, toying with it and rubbing himself on her thigh that he straddled. (Y/n) yelped when he bit down particularly hard, her thigh meeting his erect member and his head leaned back, eyes closed and mouth open at the unexpected pressure.Â
Art licked down her stomach, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake and tugged off her pants and underwear impatiently, breathing hotly against her core. He grit his teeth in anticipation, looking up at her as she gazed at him with hooded eyes, hand reaching down to grasp at his shoulder.Â
He then leaned in and began to ravage her pussy, dragging out a moan from her as her head dug into the pillow beneath her. His movements were erratic and desperate, fingers digging into her thighs and kneading them as he rocked his hips into the mattress.Â
Her hips lifted to meet his tongue, practically grinding into his mouth and his chest rumbled in approval, growling noiselessly as he let her use him for herself.Â
As her pitch and volume heightened, he focused on bringing her to the brink of her orgasm, hands roaming up and down her figure.Â
Just as she neared the edge, he pulled away and she sighed, looking down at him with a pleading expression. Art looked up at her and crawled his way up the length of her body with an animalistic bearing, biting at her bottom lip and delving in to taste her lips once more.Â
(Y/n) reached around to undo his zipper, pulling it down and sliding the fabric of his suit off of his shoulders as he took over to bring it down the rest of the way until his erection was freed.Â
Their teeth clashed as he rubbed his tip against her center, using his hand to rub the moisture over the rest of his heavy cock. She whined as she felt him poke at her, sighing when his hips rolled and his member slipped past her folds and buried itself into her.Â
Art wasted no time in waiting, setting a steady rhythm as his mouth worked its way down her neck again, settling on sucking aggressively at the delicate skin. One of his arms reached beneath her, hooking his hand on her shoulder to pull her into him as he thrusted into her. His other pressed against her forearm to block the wound, taking her mind away from the aching pain as his speed increased.Â
She cried out in pure bliss, hand resting on the back of his neck and holding him against her as her thighs pulled back. He angled himself upwards, finding the area she loved so sweetly as she nearly screamed into his ear.Â
He licked up and down her neck through his grin, pounding into her with newfound aggression as she clung onto him. Her eyes rolled back, closing as her mind grew foggy with intense pleasure.Â
With a few more thrusts, she was thrown over the edge and arched her back, pressing herself into him as she rode out her high. Art watched her with lust clouded eyes, thrusts growing sloppy as he chased his own release. She felt him pulse within her and moaned at the sensation, feeling him fill her more than before and looked down at where they met.Â
Art huffed silently and pulled out, collapsing next to her with a lazy smile. He looked down at her arm and frowned, giving her a for shame motion with his fingers. (Y/n) met his patronizing gaze with doe eyes, wide and filled with unanswered questions.Â
âWhat are you hiding from me?â She whispered, dreading the answer.Â
Art held up a finger, as if to say first. He pointed between the two of them, then waved a careless hand out into the room to show nothing else in the world mattered to him but themselves.Â
âThen what is happening? What is so special about that girl?â (Y/n) sat up, invested in what was going on and he followed her up.Â
Art pointed to himself, then to the window to represent the girl, then ran a finger across his neck and made an after motion.Â
âWhy not just kill her and be done with it since youâre so determined?âÂ
Art shook his head then grinned mischievously. He balled his hands into fists, putting one over the other and slowly twisting.Â
âYou want to torture her?â Art nodded. âYou canât just do that right before you kill her like everyone else?â Art shook his head again.
He pointed between the window - the girl - and himself, slicing at the air in front of him with his arms then folding them in front of himself like a child throwing a temper. He then pointed back at the window, then himself, then slid a finger across his neck again.Â
(Y/n) chuckled incredulously. âShe wants to kill you? So youâre basically enemies.âÂ
Art nodded excitedly and pointed at her.Â
âThatâs even more reason to just kill her and get it over with, that doesnât make sense.âÂ
(Y/n) stood and began to re-dress as Art watched with a thoughtful expression. When she turned to face him again he slid a finger across his neck for a third time, pointing firmly at the ground to say today.
âAnd Iâm going with you, yeah?â She replied as a statement more than a question. Art began to shake his head and she crossed her arms, holding back a wince as she forgot about the cut. âIâm going with you.â She reaffirmed sternly and his shoulders slumped in defeat, looking off to the side with a glare.Â
Art looked back at her with a sarcastic smile, giving her two ok symbols before his smile fell and he rolled his eyes.Â
(Y/n) sighed and her expression softened, making her way over to him and guiding him to stand and turn around.Â
âWeâll be okay.â She reassured him softly as she zipped up his suit, letting him turn to face her again. âWe always are, in the end.â She kissed the tip of his nose and he nodded giddily, his smile returning genuinely.Â
Later that evening, after the sun had just set, Art urged them to leave and get into the van - and still wouldnât disclose where he got it from. She sat in the passenger seat and buckled, Art hopping into the driverâs seat and turning the ignition as the van revved itself to life.Â
âWhen did you learn to drive?â (Y/n) asked jokingly. Art shrugged sheepishly, then eyed the spot she sat in with an odd expression. âWhat?â He shook his head and waved her off with uncertainty, shifting the van into drive and speeding off to who-knew-where.Â
(Y/n) fidgeted with her camera when they pulled into a nicer neighborhood, rain pattering against the windshield as it stormed. He parked in front of a house at the end of a roundabout, pointing to it with an eager smile.Â
âIs this her house?âÂ
Art shook his head, taping his index fingers together.Â
âHer friend?âÂ
Art nodded and wiggled his eyebrows, (Y/n) sighing before the two of them got out and ran around to the back of the house. She gasped when he suddenly grabbed a brick and smashed in the sliding glass door, quickly collecting herself and following him inside to get out of the rain.Â
âNot feeling really subtle tonight, I see.â (Y/n) spoke quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence settled in the house.Â
Art meandered into the kitchen, waving a hand in dismissal of her comment as she trailed behind him.Â
âItâs too bad, this house seems so nicely decorated.â She annotated as she looked around, facing Art when he grabbed a random glass from the counter and turned on the faucet to fill it with water.Â
She chuckled at his antics, turning into a giggle when he faced away from the sink to chug the water as if he hadnât had any in days. (Y/n) then looked across the countertop, stepping closer when she spotted a pair of scissors and a knife.Â
She hummed in approval. âFound your favorite.â Art set down the glass once it was empty and spun to face her, spotting the two items and rubbing his hands together in excitement, making his way over to them.Â
(Y/n) suddenly heard a floorboard creak and looked around, seeing one of the brunettes from the other night watching them in pure terror. She casually lifted her camera and snapped a picture, Art giving a test snip of the scissors before looking to see what caught her attention.Â
He stood up straight with a playful smile when he spotted his victim, raising the tools in his hands and snipping the scissors tauntingly at her. The girl screamed and ran off, Art following after her immediately in the opposite direction.Â
âHave fun!â (Y/n) called after him, chuckling to herself when she heard them thump up the stairs.Â
She looked around a little while longer, appreciating the ownerâs sense of interior design for a moment before sitting down on the living room couch. She turned on the TV, drowning out the sounds from upstairs as she flipped through the different channels.Â
She perked up when she saw an image on the news of Art leaving what seemed to be a costume shop during the day, suit freshly bloodied with his signature bag slung over his shoulder.Â
âHuh.â She reacted simply, then turned around when she heard footsteps from the stairs. Art walked out, coated in much more blood than before and she quirked an eyebrow. âDone already?â She asked with a hint of surprise.
Art shook his head, (Y/n) watching as he rummaged through the cabinets and cupboards in the kitchen. He pulled out a white gallon jug of a chemical she couldnât quite read from where she sat, then a container of salt and giddily trotted back upstairs.Â
She simply shrugged and turned back to the TV, disappointment painting her face when the news anchor moved on to a different story.Â
Some time later, she jumped when she heard the shuffle of keys outside of the front door and switched off the TV, getting up to hide behind the wall of the staircase.Â
âAllie!â A woman called as the door opened and closed, presumably the girlâs mother. âHave you been handing out candy? That bowl is still filled to the brim.â She continued.Â
(Y/n) stood frozen, peeking around just enough to see the woman hanging up her purse on a rack by the door. She quickly hid back when the mother began to head up stairs, holding her breath when her steps suddenly stopped.Â
She dared to peer around once more, seeing her looking in the other direction where the glass door had been broken in. âOh my god.â She gasped worriedly. âAllie?â The woman began to back away towards the stairs once more. âAllie!âÂ
As her voice grew distant, (Y/n) finally let out a breath and rolled her eyes at the disturbance. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, waiting expectedly. After a minute or so, a scream echoed through the house and she nodded her head. âThere it is.â (Y/n) mused, then kicked herself off of the wall and made her way back to the couch to resume watching the television.Â
When she heard Art descend the stairs a second time, he brought down the motherâs head with him and showed it to her with a proud flourish. (Y/n) walked up to him and examined it, noticing the top had been carved out into a makeshift bowl.Â
She looked up at him and shook her head with a smile, walking over to the candy bowl sat by the front door with Art in tow. âDonât expect me to help with the kids.â She warned him as she took a few handfuls of candy and transferred them into the head. Art simply grinned at her and nodded his head.Â
Just then, the doorbell rang and (Y/n) shrugged, stepping around the clown to open the door for him. She hid behind the door, hearing the kidsâ reactions of whoaâs and coolâs at Artâs âcostumeâ and candy bowl. âEw,â She heard a little girl complain. âWhy is mine so sticky?â (Y/n) rolled her eyes.Â
âDonât worry, itâs just fake blood, just put it in the bag.â The mom told the little girl and (Y/n) silently gave compliments to her for her patience. The kids giggled before they turned and left, granting a Happy Halloween before Art came back inside and closed the door.Â
âYou get your fix?â (Y/n) asked him as he tossed the head to the side, candy scattering over the floor.Â
He shrugged in agreement, then clapped his hands together and pointed at the door for them to leave.Â
âExactly how many people are you getting involved with tonight for this?â (Y/n) broke the silence as he drove, the rain slowly coming to a stop.Â
Art held up four fingers and she hummed.Â
âThatâs a surprisingly small number for you. But I guess dragging out each victim will do that.â Art nodded joyfully, the van slowing down as they reached a new neighborhood.Â
They pulled in front of another house and parked, (Y/n) making a move to follow him when he told her to wait. She pouted and he reached out to her, gently patting her on the head before he got out of the van. She watched as he wandered up to the house until his figure disappeared inside.Â
(Y/n) jumped when the van suddenly shifted into drive and began to move seemingly on its own, unable to move as she just sat frozen and baffled.
She then looked over to the driverâs side and saw what looked like a little girl with strikingly pale skin. She was dressed similarly to Art himself, makeup and all. Though it resembled more of a poorly put together cosplay of him. Her teeth were just as rotten, but her eyes glowed a bright yellow and red when she looked over at (Y/n) with an eerie smile and waved.Â
Hesitantly, the woman returned her wave and spoke. âAre you a friend of Artâs?â She asked with a slight tremble in her voice. The little girl nodded, focusing back on the road as she cheerfully drove. âHow long have you known each other?â (Y/n) asked, deciding to simply embrace what was happening and strike a conversation.Â
The little girl held up a finger.Â
âDays?â The girl shook her head. âWeeks? Months?â More shaking. âA year?â A nod. âYouâve been with him this whole time?â The girl smiled giddily, tilting her head side to side. âIâm assuming you know who I am then?â She nodded again and held up a half-heart with her fingers.Â
Her face then twisted into focus, the van slowing to a stop. (Y/n) followed her line of sight, spotting a teenage boy hunched over and panting.Â
The girl suddenly honked the horn and (Y/n) jumped in surprise. âCan he see us?â She asked as the boy whipped around to look at the van in both fear and confusion.Â
The girl pointed at herself and shook her head, then pointed at (Y/n) and nodded. They watched as a group of kids ran past him and he stumbled, then turned to look back at them and slowly made his way towards the van.Â
âIs he serious?â The little girl clapped excitedly and nodded. The boy stopped a few feet away from the van, the radio turning on and glitching through different stations as he stared at (Y/n) with his eyebrows furrowed. He looked away at the group of kids that passed him when the girl honked the horn again to recapture his attention.Â
His eyes widened when the girl revealed herself to him, staring at him with a blank expression and wide eyes before he bolted.Â
When he left, the girl giggled silently and looked over at (Y/n) for validation. The woman genuinely joined her, the boyâs reaction amusing.Â
The van began to move again, following the boy as he ran into the house that Art had gone into and parked in front of it once more.Â
The girl turned to face (Y/n), the latter doing the same and paused when the girl poked her knee playfully. Then twice again. Not understanding, the girl motioned to her own knees, then looked back up at the woman expectedly.Â
Slowly, (Y/n) reached out and poked her knee just the same as the girl did and the girl giggled happily before reaching out and poking her knee again, now three times. (Y/n) followed.Â
She went along with the girlâs little games in boredom as they waited, then screams sounded from the house and they looked at each other in understanding.Â
Art suddenly emerged from the front door, dragging the boy from earlier by his arm, his body unmoving. The clown popped open the doors at the back of the van and slid the body inside, closing them as he walked around to the driverâs side door.Â
(Y/n) gasped and froze when the girl crawled over into her lap, plopping herself happily to sit on top of her and kicked her legs. Art opened the door, face showing surprise at first, then laughed when he saw (Y/n)âs shocked expression.Â
He hopped in the van and shut the door, throwing the van into drive and speeding off.Â
After a few minutes of driving, Art pulled out a phone from beneath his legs on the seat and handed it over to the little girl. (Y/n) watched as she unlocked it and filtered through its contacts, clicking on Sienna and dialing.Â
âHello?â A female voice answered on the other end of the line.Â
âSienna, Iâm in trouble!â The girl mimicked the boyâs voice and (Y/n)âs eyes widened, looking over at Art as he laughed while watching the road in front of them.Â
âOh, you think? Mommy told me what you did to her car, you little asshole. I mean, really?â
(Y/n) looked over at Art and pointed at him in question and he nodded proudly. âNo, you have to come get me.â The little girl continued.Â
âWhat do you mean? Whatâs wrong? Where are you?â
âIâm at the old carnival. Eric and Sean left me here. Iâm all alone!â The girlâs head tilted eerily with a creak.Â
âWhatâs wrong with you?â
âPlease, Iâm really scared! I donât know what else to do, I canât call Mommy!âÂ
âOkay, um - alright, calm down. Iâll come get you. Okay?â
âHurry, my phone is dying!â
âAlright, just wait by the main entrance, okay?â
The girl hung up and the three of them looked amongst each other with a shared glint in their eyes.Â
As they rolled into the carnivalâs parking lot, they all hopped out and Art grabbed the boyâs body from the back, throwing him over his shoulder. (Y/n) turned to look for the little girl, but found nothing and looked back at Art with a confused expression.Â
Art simply shrugged and began to make his way inside, (Y/n) following like a lost puppy.Â
âSo when were you going to tell me about the girl?â She questioned him as they entered the Terrifier, trusting that Art knew where he was going through the maze of demonic props and animatronics.Â
He pointed between the two of them, then made a short this high motion to represent the little girl and waved his hand in dismissal.Â
âIs she always there?â Art shook his head, then pointed at her and made a sleeping motion. âOnly when Iâm asleep?â He nodded. âWell, thatâs sweet of her, at least, to give us our time.âÂ
Art shrugged as they entered a room that looked similar to their workroom at their own hideout, spotting a bench that was equally as messy with tools splayed out. His bag sat next to it, a small and broken in box TV in the center of the room not far from his bench.Â
Art turned to face her and aggressively pointed to the floor, telling her to stay put with a stern expression. (Y/n)âs lips parted in confusion.
âWhy?â She pleaded, stepping closer to him as he adjusted the body over his shoulder and cocked his head at her, letting her know not to argue. She let out a shaky breath. âWill you be longâŚ?â (Y/n) asked as she picked at her nails, worry decorating her face.Â
Art shrugged, not knowing how long it would take and she bit her lip. She took a deep breath and walked up to him, lifting herself on her toes to bring their lips together in a passionate kiss.Â
âJust come back to me.â She whispered, meeting his intense gaze.Â
Art gave her a firm nod and slowly turned to make his way out of the room.Â
âArt?âÂ
The clown paused, head turning to acknowledge her.Â
âGive them hell.âÂ
His mouth spread wide open with a large, toothy grin, then stalked out of the room to carry out whatever it was he had planned.Â
As she sat alone in Art's alternate workroom, the sounds of chaos and violence echoed through the walls. Her heart raced with every scream, every cry for help that pierced the air. She had learned to trust Art, but something felt different about that night as each passing moment felt heavier than the last.
She tried to calm herself, reminding herself that Art was a master of his craft, a performer who knew how to handle himself in any situation. But the fear crept in, consuming her with every passing second. What if something went wrong? What if he needed her and she wasnât there?
Impossible.
(Y/n) paced the small room, hands trembling with anxiety. She longed to be by Art's side, to support him, to protect him. But there she was, helpless, waiting for him to come back to her.
Minutes turned into hours - or so it felt. Time seemed to stretch and warp, playing tricks on her mind. The cries of help, yelling and screaming had died for quite some time.Â
She tried to come up with reasons for his delay that made sense. Covering his tracks? Cleaning up?Â
Never. Not with Art.Â
She chewed at the inside of her cheek, thoughts spiraling into a dark abyss of worry and doubt. She had never felt so alone, so vulnerable.
After what she deemed to be too long of a silence, she gave in to her instincts and left the room. She wound through the maze, left and right and left and right, at first attempting to follow trails of blood and all leading to nowhere except another cheap attraction.Â
(Y/n) then found herself in a rather messy and empty-looking room. Trash seemed to litter every square inch, boards scattered among the dust and grime.Â
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a familiar comically large shoe, turning her head slowly to find the source.Â
She gasped sharply, then cried out a painful scream at what lay before her.Â
She stumbled over to the decapitated body of her clown, falling next to it on her knees and frantically touching him.Â
âNo, no, no - my love!â (Y/n) sobbed and continued to scream as tears streamed down her cheeks, refusing to accept that what was in front of her was real.Â
She leaned down to rest on top of his body, arms wrapping around him as if he were still alive. Her body shook violently as she lay there with him when something glimmered next to her.Â
A sparkle of silver shone from the bottom of his pant leg and she reached over to raise the fabric, seeing a hunterâs knife strapped to his calf.Â
(Y/n) simply breathed for a few moments, staring at the weapon. Her hand then grasped onto the handle and slid it out, squeezing it as she sat on her knees, hovering over his body.Â
She looked up at the ceiling, heartbroken and desperate.
âWeâll be okay.â Her voice echoed in her head.
Her other hand also came up to hold onto the handle, arms raising up, outstretched with the blade facing her torso.Â
âWe always are, in the end.â
She plunged it into herself with a hoarse scream.Â
Blood seeped through her shirt, pouring down onto the body below her as she slid the blade out of herself. The knife clattered onto the floor as she dropped it, hands shaking as she slowly sunk down onto the stained floor to lay next to Artâs body.Â
(Y/n) snaked her arms around him, lightly pressing herself against him as her blood soaked into his suit from behind.Â
Her breath trembled, growing more and more shallow as time seemed to drag and her eyes grew heavier.Â
She gave in, eyelids drooping to close as everything went black.Â
-
âJust leave her.â A raspy and distorted female voice spit. âIf youâre so determined, then do it yourself. Iâm not wasting my time with this shit.â
The sound of retreating footsteps gradually disappeared, leaving a dark and disturbing presence to loom over the body that lay in the center of the dusty attic.Â
The figure crouched down beside them, gloved hand reaching out to caress their cheek. The same hand trailed down to their torso, palm covering the fatal gash that sat over where their heart was. The figureâs eyes closed for a moment, feeling as if a force was pulling at them, weakening their already vulnerable state as they grit their teeth.
Then it disappeared.Â
The figureâs eyes opened and took away their hand, watching as the face below him paled, yet somehow seemed to glow with a newfound ethereal beauty.
Suddenly, the bodyâs chest rose as it took in a breath, eyes fluttering open as it exhaled. Their eyes wandered for a moment, adjusting to the environment around them, then slowly met the now stark-white irises of the familiar face above them.Â
âArt?â Her delicate voice called to him.Â
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The Suppressants
Alpha! Joel Miller X Omega!AFAB!Reader
Part One, Part Two
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Summary: What do you do when you run out of heat suppressants? You turn to the only person who can possibly get you more medication; even if it means airing your biggest secret. But when Joel doesnât have what you need you must travel together to meet another dealer. Surely youâll get more medicine score your heat starts⌠right?
Warnings: 18+ content, post-apocalyptic world. A/B/O alternative universe, (A/B/O dynamics including: Scenting, Marking, Knotting, Heats) age gap (Reader is 26, Joel is late 40s), reader has been on suppressant most of her life, Joel teaches reader about guns, parental lost (not depicted on page), he falls first, angst(?), gore and violence. SMUT: Fingering, PIV, no use of protection (wrap it up yâall!), slight breeding kink if you squint, knotting, marking, heavy praise kink. ((Please let me know if I missed anything))
The day creeps on into the late evening, and as stars begin to speckle the sky you finally draw yourself away from the window, unable to see anything but your own reflection. Joel sits by the fire, trying to make it seem as if he wasnât watching you the whole time your back had been turned. He shuffles his legs, picking at the ruminants of the rabbit on his plate.
âHeâll be here.â Joel glances up as you pace over, biting at your thumb nail as you stare into the orange and blue embers.
âYeah, yeah I know.â But thereâs a catch in your voice, your smile wavering slightly when you catch his eye.
He holds your stare for a moment, and youâre unable to hide the pinch of worry between your brow, your smile falling further. âCome on, sit.â Joel nods at your sleeping bag, sliding the rest of the rabbit towards you. âGotta eat, kid. It ainât gonna do you any good to make yourself sick while we wait.â
He has a point. You slide your bag closer to him and the fire, crossing your legs as you sit, pulling the plate into your lap. The silence stretches between you, filled only by the pop of the logs in the brick fireplace. You dare a glance towards Joel, finding him leaning back on his hands, legs stretched out and staring into the fire. Both of you lost in your own heads, wondering what could have happened to make Mark so late.
âLet me ask you something.â Youâre caught staring, your cheeks flushing as Joel turns to look at you.
âW-What?â
âHow long have you been on this medication?â
âOh um⌠Eight? Nine years, maybe.â You shrug your shoulder, popping a piece of meat into your mouth.
Joel stares at you, stunned. âThat long?â His thoughts turn instantly to how the medication could have affected you, how your body works, down to your biology. He canât stop the spark of horror showing in his eyes before you notice.
You blanch slightly, stammering over your words. âWell⌠well yeah. I mean I couldnât let anyone know, obviously. Itâs⌠mom explained it like it was pretty much birth control. Never have a heat, never have to worry.â You try to shrug it off but Joel shakes his head, turning his body towards you.
âYeah, but even then birth control isnât supposed to be used your entire life⌠Are all of your instincts suppressed?â
The look on his face, how his eyes have grown wider, it makes you fidget. âUm⌠I guess so. I donât really know what though.â
Joel shakes his head slightly, finally resting his gaze on the fire. âHow come you never decided to find an Alpha to settle with? Someone you trusted?â
Your cheeks grow warm, the plate long forgotten in your lap, staring at Joel as the firelight dances across his features. âWell, IâŚâ You donât advert your gaze when he looks back at you, your heart steadily beating faster. âI thought about it⌠but Iâm⌠Iâm scared. Iâm scared that the moment an Alpha finds out that heâll use me, strip me of everything I am until I am nothing more than my biologyâŚâ
Your words are heavy in the air, the two of you staring at each other as the logs shift and crack in the hearth. Joel sits up a little straighter, resting his arms on his knees and glancing you over, breaking eye contact first.
âYou told me.â His voice is gruff, underlying emotions caught at the back of his throat and your eyes widen.
âOf⌠of course I did-YouâreâŚâ
âDifferent?â He offers, eyebrows lifting, gesturing with a hand. You nod, suddenly all too aware of how close you are to him, how his eyes burn into your own, how heâs a larger than life presence in the room and thatâŚ
It doesnât scare you, nothing about Joel has ever scared you. Unlike most of the Alphas you had the misfortune of crossing paths with.
Itâs a startling realization, stealing your breath as you turn away.
Joel is different. Heâs always been different.
âY/n?â
You set the plate down clumsily beside him, the clunk loud on the wood floor, before you stand with your bag.
âIâm tired⌠do you mind taking first watch?â
Before he can answer youâre walking away, setting your bag down near the wall farthest from his. You crawl in and turn over, the pounding of your heart keeping you up for most of the night.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Day one of staying in the safe house slowly rolls into day two. Then those hours bleed over into day three and the anxiety that was pumping through your veins has morphed and transcended into pure terror.
There is still no sign of Mark as you and Joel pick at breakfast.
There is still no sign of Mark as you pace back and forth across the house when Joel tries to convince you to sit and eat lunch.
Now the sun is beginning to set, and the limitations of your calm have reached a breaking point. The empty pill bottle lays by your bag, an orange beacon of what is to come should Mark never show. The heaviness of the situation is slowly suffocating the air from the room, and there is nothing either of you can do as you wait, and wait, and wait.
Joel watches you from his spot by the window, lines of stress carve your face, your body jerky with how tightly strung your muscles are as you fold another blanket from the pile you had found in one of the back rooms. He isnât sure what more he can do, though his instincts beg to comfort you, to take you in his arms and soothe your fears. But he knows it would be a lie, that as soon as the medication begins to work out of your system youâll go into heat at any given moment, if not immediately.
He glances out the window for what feels like the hundredth time, willing the short blond man to materialize on the empty street.
Your breath is staggered in your lungs, panic slowly tightening its grip around your neck by the minute, no matter how hard you try to keep it at bay. You toss another blanket onto Joelâs sleeping bag before bending to pick up the next, shaking it free of the dust that had gathered over the years. You try to focus on the feeling of the soft material beneath your fingers, or the way the particles float through the air, catching the sunlight. You count the blankets in each pile, trying to even them out.
âOne, two, three-â
âHoney.â
You jump at Joelâs deep voice, turning to find him staring at you, his arms folded across his chest, his eyebrows pinched once more. âY-Yes?â Your eyes flickering to the door expectantly, a spark of hope wishing to fan to life.
Joel rolls his lips together, adverting his gaze. âYa might wanna take all those blankets into that back room⌠Make somewhere comfortable for yourself later.â
Your heart plummets into your stomach, the feeling flooding from your hands as the blanket falls to the floor. âW-What? Why?â
âI donât think Marks going to make it.â Joel watches the color drain from your face in an alarming amount of time, his back stiffening as he pushes off the wall, suddenly afraid youâre going to faint as you sway on your feet.
âN-no⌠No.â Denial takes a head, your eyes becoming watery. âHe said he would be here, he-he has to be here!â Despair makes you raise your voice, and the look of pity in Joelâs eyes only makes the feeling worse. âWhy isnât he here?â
Shaking his head, Joel runs his hands through his hair. âDarling I wish I knew. Thereâs a number of things that could have happened. From him deciding what I was trading wasnât good enough to he could have possibly been attacked.â Joelâs words hold reason, and you want to accept them, you want them to make you feel better, to understand that this journey was a risk with no guaranteed reward.
âI canât go through this Joel. I canât.â Your voice breaks as he becomes blurry, tears burning your eyes that refuse to fall just yet. âI canât go home, I can never go back to the QZ.â
âBaby⌠Yes you will.â
âNo I canât! The moment I get remotely close to those walls an Alpha is going to hunting me like I am some kind of-â
Joel is suddenly before you, gripping your shoulders, and his solemn features are extremely clear as the first tear falls. âAinât no one, and I mean no one gonna lay a finger on you. I wont let that happen.â
âIâm an unmated Omega, JoelâŚâ You whisper, trembling under his grip. âIâm prey.â
The words are heavy, laden with the truth. Where as the few mated Omegas there are, are relatively safe in the presence of their Alpha or pack, an unmated Omega is injured prey in a room full of predators.
Joel cusses, his grip tightening ever so slightly, fingertips digging into your sweater. He ducks slightly, bringing himself to your level, and this close you can see the slightest specks of colors hidden amongst the brown in his eyes. Golds and greens swirling together. You get so lost in the depths of them for a moment that you start slight when he speaks.
âListen⌠Iâve been thinking about this and I just⌠You need to hear me out, alright? You know Iâd never do nothing to hurt you, but this is the only option I see.â
Hesitation bubbles uncomfortably in your stomach, your nod small as you suddenly realize how close you both are, how strong his smell is growing.
Joel swallows thickly, searching your eyes. âLet me mark you.â
You gasp, pulling away and Joel lets you, raising his hands in the air as you stare in growing disbelief. âWhat?â
Joel rushes to explain, sensing the rising fight that is about to ensue. âAfter. After you get through your heat, when itâs time for us to leave let me lay a mark on you. It wont be a mating mark, just a claim. Any Alpha that dares to come near you will scent me immediately.â
A trembling hand flutters to your throat, the most traditional place for a mark of any kind. âThatâs⌠Thatâs a really big commitment JoelâŚâ You breath, looking up at the older man. âI couldnât⌠I couldnât ask that of you.â The thought of bearing Joelâs mark though makes the blood in your veins feel thick, something deep in your stomach clenching as you imagined what it would feel like, how his mark would appear on your skin.
âYou arenât ask anything of me, Y/n. I am offering you a solution.â Joel insists.
A solution.
Is that all it is?
Though claims are not as strong as Mating marks, Joelâs scent would be imbedded into your very being; and as he said, not a single person would dare mess with you. Him being one of the most powerful people in the QZ⌠But there is something whispering at the back of your mind, a fleeting feeling of disappointment that startles you.
Is this just a man doing whatever it takes to uphold his bargain?
âI mean⌠I understand. It-Itâs just⌠what if there is someone you find later on, they arenât going to be happy that you have already marked another person.â You feel stupid just saying that, but apart of you wants to know, some part that is is suddenly feeling small and insecure as you stare at Joel.
Joelâs smile is bemused, the corners of his lips hardly lifting as he cocks his head. âI ainât been worried about such things for a long time, darling.â Thereâs a gleam in those brown eyes as he looks at you, âIs that a problem for you?â
Your skin flushes, the color filling the apples of your cheeks, and you can no longer hold his stare. Joel takes a testing step forward, and when you donât retreat, he closes the distance. He curls a thick finger under your chin, tilting your head up with no where else to look but at him. Your pupils are blown out, covering the beautiful color of your irises, and he feels the slight bit of weight as you seemingly, unknowingly press your chin into the warmth of his hand. âHmm?â He prompts, easing a little closer, the toes of his boots brushing yours, and you squirm in place. His presence is overpowering, making you feel small in a way that has your breath hitching. âGot someone youâre sweet on?â
The low rumble of humor in his voice makes you blink, stuttering your answer. âWhat? No-No of course notâŚâ You think back to the conversation just a few nights ago, how you realized that you found more than comfort in Joel presence and you suddenly feel as though youâve been doused with cold water.
His smile grows with your silence, a dimple peaking through the scruff of his beard, those crows feet reappearing by his eyes as he slips his hand along your jaw. âNo one? Not a single soul?â He teases, his voice soft like the stroke of his fingers over the back of your jaw. You push his hand away, turning your back to him as you shake your head in embarrassment.
âIâll consider it.â You mumble over your shoulder, a shudder ripping through you.
âThatâs all I am asking for.â
*~*~*~*~*~*
As the sun dips past the rising building, needs youâve never felt before begin to surface with the creep of night. Sitting on the floor of the back room, you readjust blanket after blanket to your liking. Every one that Joel lays out you have to pull and tug into the right place, wadding up some and discarding others.
Joel watches you, patient as he follows your instructions on how to help as you make your bed. You worry your lips between your teeth, sitting back on your heels as you stare at the mess before you. âItâs alright, your instincts to nest are starting to come out. It use to be that when Omegas lived with their Alphaâs they would have specific rooms designed just for their nests.â His voice is calm, trying to quell your anxiety.
âReally? That must have been niceâŚâ
âIt was. The space was sacred to an Omega, it was completely filled with things that they desired and found comfortable as well.â An intrusive thought fills Joelâs mind, an image of you, curled up amongst soft blankets and pillows. Your face no longer pinched with fear, instead soft with contempt.
Your voice breaks him from his thoughts, a sheepish look crossing his features as you shake your head. âSomething is missing⌠It doesnât smell right⌠I needâŚâ You whisper dies off as you look over, catching Joelâs stare. Your eyes move lower slowly, zeroing in on the dark green flannel he has thrown on over his t-shirt. Joel follows your gaze in confusion, cocking an eyebrow.
âWhatchaâ need, sweetheart?â
You swallow, his scent had been filling the room over the last few hours, calling to you, blanketing your nerves. He smells of pine woods, and whiskey, and the way a campfire clings to your clothes the next day. Itâs intoxicating, a mouth watering scent you could easily become addicted to.
âCould⌠Could I have your flannel?â You can barely get the words out, embarrassed by the need for his scent to feel comfortable in your nest.
Joel stares at you in surprise, his eyes widening. âMy shirt?â
You smooth out a wrinkle in the blanket youâre sitting on, unable to look him in the eyes as you stammer. âYou⌠You smell good and it-itâs been comforting this entire tripâŚâ Whatever you could possibly say to justify your request dies in your throat, sizzling with shame.
The room is quiet for a long moment before Joel moves out of the corner of your eye. He rolls his shoulders back, working the garment off his arms and handing it over. âThere ya go.â
Your hand trembles minutely as you take it, his eyes locked with yours as you draw it to your chest, your heart pounding in your ears.
Joelâs next breath is cut short, a sweet smell beginning to permeate the air and he realizes your medication is leaving your system. Your natural scent is sweet, like peaches and chocolate, and something fresh like the first rain of spring.
It makes Joelâs stomach tighten, fire starting to kindle low in his groin, and he realizes he needs to put distance between the both of you while he can.
âIâm going to get you some food.â he stands from the crate and your gaze follows, traveling up the expanse of his body. Past his long legs clad in dark denim, past his tapered waist; further up his wide chest and corded arms until your focus is finally of his face.
Youâre noticing things you hadnât before, like how his salt and pepper beard has a heart shaped patched just under his jaw. The wild way his hair curlers, framing his face, and once more youâre drawn to the set of his lips. They look soft, warm, like they would move perfectly against your own.
âHoney?â
Joelâs thick accent washes over you, and a blazing heat licks up your spine making you whimper. Pain rips through your abdomen, your body suddenly feeling wound tight full of sudden need that leaves your panties slick.
His eyes widen, hit by the full volume of your scent as it perfumes and envelopes the room.
âFuck, Iâm-â
âYouâre in heat.â
*~*~*~*~*~*
If you had to take a bet on who would be the first to break, you would have bet on yourself.
And you would have lost.
48 hours of hell.
48 hours of crying and silently begging for anything to end the pain.
Your fingers have hardly dented your heat, whatever relief you can bring yourself is too short lived, the agonizing pain eating you up until the point youâre certain you will die in this cramped little room. Joelâs flannel is damp with tears as you burry your face into the wad of material, the scent bringing you as much comfort as it brings you pain. The need for him is becoming too much.
You want to scream for him, beg for him to fix it the only way an Alpha can, but you force yourself to bite your lip.
The floorboard creaks suddenly on the other side of the door, and you know itâs Joel, checking on you once again, unnecessarily taunting you with what you canât have. You whine, frustration eating at you as your hand cramps once more between your slick thighs, forcing you to stop rubbing cruel circles around your clit. You stare up at the ceiling, tears spilling along your temples and catching in your damp hair as you count the cracks in the drywall. Anything to focus on that isnât the pain and need between your legs, or the way your skin sticks together with sweat.
The moment is to short lived and your body is moving, trying to find a comfortable position as you roll onto your knees, pressing your chest to the mound of blankets. You groan softly, letting your weight rest on your chest as your knees slide apart, your hand once again finding your pulsing clit. Burying your face into Joelâs flannel you huff a sigh, working yourself towards a quick high when the sound of the brass doorknob turning catches you off guard.
You shoot up, wrapping one of the loose blankets around your naked form just as Joel steps into the room.
Embarrassment and shock keep your tongue glued to the roof of your mouth as you stare at each other. The dying sunlight in the room casts him in shadows, his tan skin appearing darker, but his eyes shine as they rake over you.
He is quick to note the change in your smell, how the stress and pain have caused your scent to become overly sweet like turned fruit. The next thing he notices is his crumpled shirt, and the bright flush of your cheeks as you tighten the blanket around you, sweeping the garment underneath. Joel steps closer and you lean back, your breath hitching at the hunger in his eyes.
âJoelâŚâ You try to warn, but he cooes softly and your cunt clenches at the noise.
âbaby dollâŚâ Tears fill your eyes at the softness of his tone, and he hurts to ease your pain. âLet me help you, sweetheart.â His voice is rough, ragged like he hadnât spoke in days.
âNo-No⌠Iâm okay, Iâve got in under control.â You lie even as your body begs for the help.
Joel gets to his knees before you, hands clenching over his thighs. Your cheeks are bright red, your hair in a tangled mess on top of your head from where you had tried to tie it up. He has to keep himself from follow the beads of sweat that roll down your jaw before disappearing down the curve of your neck.
âI canât sit out there a moment longer, listening to you crying and whimpering. Itâs just me, you know youâve always been safe with me.â You donât reply, your eyes squeezing shut as a sharp shudder rips through you and it tugs at his heart. âCan I come closer?â You freeze, realizing that heâs asking to come into your nest. A delicious feeling of comfort rolls over your muscles at the idea, and you nod slowly.
Joelâs knees pop and creak as he climbs onto the pallet behind you, where he grips your shoulders and digs his thumbs into the tense muscles.
A small sob rips from your chest, leaning heavily into his grip. âIâll do whatever you need, just say the word. If I need to leave I will, if I need to just sit here a while and talk you through this I can. But I canât sit on the other side of that door and listen to you cry.â
His words simmer through your mind, stinging your already aching heart, and another sob is forced from your throat. Joel hushes you softly, his rough palms slipping up your neck then back down, as he pulls you back letting you rest against his chest.
Joelâs warmth bleeds into your own but it feels different, soothing. His scent is the strongest itâs ever been, filling your lungs with each shakey breath, and you feel something shift. Hushed words muddle together in your ears, your head leaning back against his chest as a breathy moan leaves your throat.
Without thought your hips begin to grind slowly, need pulsing so hot and heavy between your thighs that your hand travels down thoughtlessly. Your breath hitches as your fingers swirl around your swollen clit, slipping through your lips and pressing into your opening.
âLittle Peach.â Joelâs voice is gruff, and another sob spills from your lips.
âI-Iâm sorry⌠I didnât ask for this Joel, I didnât ask to be born like this.â Before you can snatch your hand away, horror flooding through your body, Joel is there. His hand finds an opening in the blanket so loosely wrapped around your body, gripping your wrist stopping you.
âI know⌠I know you didnât but there ainât no reason to fight it now baby. Itâs said and done.â His clauses are rough against your skin, and you hold your breath as he covers your hand with his own. âUse me. Take what you need, whatever it is.â
Your eyes are droopy with lust when you turn your head to look up at him, the softest whimper leaving your lips when Joel shifts behind you , pressing the hard ridge in his pants against your back.
âIâŚâ You swallow, thighs trembling as you feel your laced fingers brush the thatch of curling hair covering your pussy. âI donât want to make you do anythingâŚâ
When he chuckles the sound reverberates through your back, âDarlinâ,â He drawls the word out close to your ear, âYou didnât make me stay, you didnât make me come in this room. And you certainly arenât making me do this.â
He emphasizes his point by tracing the drenched slit of your cunt, earning a high pitched squeak. âFuck, peach⌠So wet, sheâs just fucking dying for some attention isnât she?â
Your head, feeling heavy, falls back against his shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as bliss fills your body. Joel tugs testingly at your blanket and when it slips from your fingers, Joel pulls it away revealing your body to him.
Joel sucks in a breath, his pupils dilating as he drinks in the sight of you laid out between his legs. Your chest rises and falls with each quick breath, the sheen of sweat gleaming on your body in the dim golden light of the room. âLook at youâŚâ A hunger permeates his words, his breath growing more ragged as he draws a delicate circle around your clit, eliciting a gasp. âYou are beautiful, so very, very beautiful.â
Your hips circle, seeking more of anything he is willing to give you. âPlease, I need you⌠I need you, Joel.â You turn your face into his neck, your breath fanning over his skin.
âAinât gotta beg, pretty girl. Iâve got ya.â His fingers draw lazy patterns around your clit and you moan, slow and drawn out, hips bucking as he keeps a steady pace. Joel works you up easily with a few expert swipes, your back bowing as your orgasm crashes through you. Your cries of ecstasy are muffled against his throat, thighs squeezing his hand.
He shushes you as you float back to reality, gasping for breath as you relax against him; your muscles loose, bones feeling like jello. âAtta girl, easy Peach.â
You try to catch your breath, reviling in the small reprieve heâs given you. âpeach⌠why peach?â You whisper, making Joel chuckle softly.
âItâs all I can smell ever since your medication wore off. Peaches and chocolate .â
You hum, a small smile playing at your lips. âAre you sure the chocolate bar didnât melt in my bag?â
Joel smiles, lazily dragging his fingers across your stomach. âYeah, Iâm sure. Bakers chocolate doesnât smell this sweet.â He presses a kiss to your forehead and your heart flutters, a calm washing over your mind at the same time a spark flairs to life in your stomach.
You lean back, eyes hazy, lids heavy matching the look of his own. The few seconds you spend staring at each other feel like an eternity before you close the gap.
Itâs hesitant, as most first kisses are, a little puff of surprise between your lips before they seal together. Finding the rhythm that works so well as one moans softly and the other swallows the noice. Your hand slips up his chest, feeling the wild thump of his heart before it travels up his neck to rest against his jaw.
Joel helps you as you turn, never letting the kiss break as you shakily straddle his lap, pressing your body tight against his own. The spark catches quickly, setting fire to your body as you grind against the hard bulge in his pants. His hands grip the dent of your waist, encouraging your movements with soft squeezes, while you tug fitfully at his shirt.
âMore.â You mumble against his lips, letting your heat take the lead, turning off all thoughts of shame as his shirt slips up and you lay your hands on his bare skin for the first time. He pulls the shirt off completely and you lean back, admiring him with lust blown eyes. Joel sighs softly, his head dropping back as your fingers run through the dense curling hair across his chest. His body is strong, sculpted by years of manual labor and survival, yet his stomach is a little soft with age. You scratch your nails down his stomach lightly, following the trail of hair down to the buckle of his jeans and Joel closes his eyes.
âI want you.â You lick your lips, salivating at the thought of what lies just below the thick blue denim. Joel moans again, his chest rising with the need for air as he nods.
âGonna need to work you open for me, honey.â He breaths, his eyes falling to where your hands fumble over the button of his jeans.
âJust⌠I just need you, itâs okay.â Thereâs a frantic note to your voice, all logic thrown out the window at this point, need and instinct pushing you forward.
Joel sees this, and slips his hand around your throat, squeezing softly and forcing you to sit back, ignoring your desperate whine. âIma give you what you want, but youâre gonna listen to me little girl. Am I clear?â Thereâs a touch of command in his voice, forcing your gaze to his and waiting until you finally nod your understanding.
He keeps his eyes locked on yours, sneaking his other hand between your bodies, stroking your pussy. You groan, eyes fluttering closed as your grind yourself against his hand, supporting yourself by gripping his arm. âThatâs it⌠go ahead babyâŚâ Joelâs voice is hoarse, his pupils dilated as he sinks two fingers into your heat. You gasp at the sudden stretch, the burn of his thick digits spreading you open. Your jaw falls slack, eyes rolling up as bliss radiates through your body. âFuuuck, baby girlâŚâ Joel pulls his fingers out before sinking them back in, the calluses heâs built from years of working with his hands rub along your sensitive walls, reaching places you never thought possible. âYâer so tight⌠squeezing my fingers like that.â Joelâs Texan twang seeps into his words as his arousal heightens, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans as he works his fingers in and out, faster and harder, mesmerized by the way your hips buck and twitch; climbing towards your next orgasm. âCome on baby⌠cum fer me darlinâ.â
Your body sings for him, the force of your orgasm shaking you as your back bows and light explodes across your vision. Your thighs quake, Joelâs name falling from your lips as you sob, rutting against his hand as your cunt squeezes his fingers with each radiating wave of pleasure.
The soft, comforting sounds of his approval reaches your ears, his grip slackening around your throat as you slump against him. âSo beautiful, cumming all over my fingers like that. I need to see you cum on my cock baby.â His words have you preening, his voice husky as you lean back, your grin lopsided and your eyes glossed over. Joel strokes a thumb over your cheek, and you turn your head, kissing his palm. âLay back for me. Let me take care of you.â
With much effort you manage to lay back in your nest, your legs spread, hips circling invitingly as Joel climbs to his feet, finally stripping off his jeans. All that remains in the way of what. You need the most, are his thin pare of threadbare boxers. Your mouth salivates at the bulge in his underwear, giving you a good peak at the size of his member hiding just underneath. âHow do you want me?â
Your voice is so soft, yet wrecked with lust, ready to please Joel. He smiles, his cock twitching. âwhy donât you roll over for me huh? Thatâs right, goood girl.â You follow his instructions, knees slipping on the blanket, head resting on your arms as you try to catch your breath through the thickness of your anticipation.
Dropping his boxers he groans as his cock springs free, bobbing between corded thighs as he takes his place behind you, hands steadying himself on the small of your back. He sighs deeply, cock twitching and knot swelling slightly at the sight of your drenched cunt, inviting him to sink into your heat.
You wiggle your hips impatiently, turning your head and catching sight of him leaning over you, the predatory hunger in his gaze. âI know⌠I know you need this little one.â His voice drops to a husky vibration in his wide chest and all you can do is nod, your tongue feeling thick in your mouth. âItâs alright baby, Iâll make it better.â Gripping his cock, Joel glides his fingers over the long length of his shaft, teasing the throbbing vein running up his cock before slipping the flushed tip through your folds.
âPlease⌠Please Alpha.â You beg through thick tears, gripping the faded purple blanket below you as Joel notches his cock against your entrance. He presses his hips forward, both of you moaning loudly as he sinks into your warmth. âJoelâŚâ You simper, rocking your hips back, attempting to take more of him. You thought his fingers had been a stretch, now you understand why he was so adamant about opening you up. His cock is long and thick, spearing you open and stretching your walls in ways that feel like you might be ripped in two at any moment.
âFuck⌠fuck yâre so tight.â Joel breathes raggedly, his focus torn between not busting right here and now and not thrusting into you savagely. âEasy baby, gotta stretch you out nice and slow.â You mewl, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel him slipping deeper and deeper with small thrusts. every ridge and bump rubbing across your sensitive walls, working you higher and higher.
A hand travels up your bowed spine, gripping your neck and pressing your face into the blankets. âThis sweet pussy must have been made for me, huh? the way she squeezes me so tight.â Joel curves over you, his weight settling against your hips as he drives forward, burying himself to the hilt. You squeal at the sudden force, your legs shaking and weak profanities spilling from your lips.
Joel chuckles quietly, bracing his weight on his hands, trapping you below him. âYou can take it canât you baby? Youâre doing so well.â He rocks back, sliding out a few inches before burying himself back into you, a gruff moan falling from his lips. He continues his shallow thrusts, like he canât stand the thought of leaving your drooling cunt for to long.
âY-yes, yes Alpha.â You stutter, the euphoria coursing through your body threatening to break your mind, as the engorged head of his cock presses against a sensitive spot along your gummy walls. âPlease⌠Please Iâm gonna-!â Your muscles lock, mouth agape, as your orgasm suddenly begins to crest.
With a growl, Joel presses his forehead between your shoulder blades. âCum for me.â He grunts, already feeling his heavy balls drawing tight as your cunt starts fluttering. âCum for me and Iâll give you my knot.â
A shrill scream bubbles out of your throat, your body jerking below his as you fall into that black pit of pleasure. Joelâs hand slaps over your mouth, muffling your cry of pleasure as his head shoots up, eyes locking on the window for the briefest of moments. âThere you go baby, let go for me.â He breathes into your ear, pulling you tight to his chest as he plows himself into your pliant cunt. Fat tears spill over your cheeks, your desperate whines and whimpers caught in his meaty palm as his thrusts become harder, deeper, faster.
âThis little pussy, sheâs just begging for my cum.â The rhythmic sound of his hips snapping against your ass fills the room, just below it is the sloppy sound of his cock spearing into you. You nod weakly, working your hips back to meet him thrust for thrust and he grins. The look almost triumphant. âYeah she does⌠Gonna let me breed her, huh? Gonna let me fuck her full of me?â
Joel drops his hand, circling your throat holding your head against his shoulder. âYes! Yes oh god, cum in me, cum in me please!â Your cry is all he needs, his control snapping as he bullyâs his cock against your cervix.
Joel grunts, his eyes closing and head tilting back as the first jet of cum paints your walls. You squeal, a noise so high and piercing that Joel jerks slightly. His knot swells stretching your cunt beyond what you think you can take, locking you to Joel.
âFuck baby⌠you can take it, let go and relax.â He whispers, nipping your shoulder as he grinds his hips against your ass, his spend filling you to the point it has no where else to go, your stomach bulging ever so slightly before it leaks past his knot.
You whimper softly, your thoughts dissipating completely as Joel pants above you. He slowly rolls you both on to your side, cradling you close as he pulls a blanket across your shivering body. Smoothing the sweaty hair from your face he rains kisses down on your shoulders and neck, hushing your whimpers with praises, even as his cock still twitches in your depths.
âIâve got you, rest baby, Iâve got you.â
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âHng- Joel⌠oh godâŚâ Your head lulls back, Joelâs hand keeping you from hitting the floor as he cradles your neck. Fingers twitching around locks of grey hair, you moan Joelâs name as he drags his cock from your sodden pussy, only to press back in a second later.
Fingertip shaped bruises and dark red love bites littler your body, mirroring Joelâs. A new one popping up every few minutes, consequences of how youâve spent the last four days.
Even now, Joel circling a pebbled nipple with the tip of his tongue, laving the delicate skin before pulling it into the warmth of his mouth. Your jaw drops, back arching in a silent plea for more, which Joel is happy to accommodate. His teeth scrape over the sensitive peak, sucking deeply before twirling his tongue around your nipple.
You bask in the feeling, your senses having finally starting to become your own as your heat subsides. You tug on Joelâs hair, pulling him from your breast with a wet pop, his brown eyes meeting your own. Theyâre heavy with lust, soft pants falling from his lips as he grinds against your core. Snuggly wrapped in your wet warmth, his hips barely move as he languidly fills you with every inch he has. The course hairs at the bottom of his shaft, made sticky with the mix of your releases, rubs against your swollen clit; giving it the right amount of friction to keep you on the edge of bliss.
You drag Joelâs lips to your own, moaning as he sweeps his tongue into your mouth, tasting you in the same manner as which he ravishes your body. Pulling back Joel stutters for breath, taking in the rose color of your kiss bitten lips, the seemingly permanent stain of color on your cheeks, how your eyes shine with need as they never leave his.
You lean up, pressing kisses along his jaw, down his neck tasting the salt on his skin. Joelâs hand moves from its place in the bend of your knee, to the plush of your hip, holding you as close as he can. He can hear you breathing in his scent with soft little whimpers, your hands gripping at him as if he is likely to disappear at any given moment.
Joel knows the feeling too well, it threatens to cave his chest in, to pull him into an inky void of loneliness if you decide, by the end of this, that it was all a big mistake. His long fingers tangle into your hair, pulling you from the crook of his neck with ease to stare into your laden eyes.
âYou look so pretty like this.â Joelâs voice is thick, sticking in his throat. You make a soft noise of appreciation, rolling your hips to meet his shallow thrusts.
Joelâs pace slowly increases, his cock sliding further and further out before finding home again. Your lashes flutter, gasping quietly as he presses his forehead to yours.
âJ-JoelâŚâ
âI want to mark your pretty little neck, I donât ever want to let you go.â A whine falls from your lips at a particularly hard thrust, your pussy becoming more sensitive, your bud grinding against his pelvic. âWant to keep you all to myself, keep you covered in my scent and filled with my cum.â
Joel moans as your cunt flutters, your legs starting to shake, nails digging into his shoulders.
You nod your head, bliss building under your skin. âJoel⌠Joel!â He leans closer, practically bending you in half as his grip tightens on the back of your neck.
âSay it baby, tell me I can mark you. Tell me your my Omega.â
âIâm yours! M-Mark me Joel, please!â
With a harsh thrust Joel sends you spiraling, dropping you over the edge into oblivion as his teeth sink into the thin skin of your neck. Your eyes widen, your grip tightening around Joel as the new sensation washes through your body.
For the briefest of moments you can feel everything Joel does, though his emotions pelt you so rapidly you canât catch on to any of them before he draws away. Thereâs blood on his lips, a needy manic look in his eyes as his hips falter, moans falling off his tongue as he fucks into you. Joel grips the backs of your thighs, bending you in half, letting gravity work with him as he bears his teeth and molds your pussy to the shape of his cock.
âMine, my sweet Omega. All mine.â Little whimpers and babbled prayers leave your lips, too limp and compliant below him to do much else. You watch his face twist, his nose scrunching, lips pulling back from his teeth, eyes closing as the first twitch of his cock sends a jet of seed deep into your cunt.
Knot catching, plugging your dripping hole, Joel collapses, hardly catching himself from crushing you under the heft of his weight. Your thighs burn from the stretch, your limbs loose and yet tight all at once as he nips and peppers your jaw and throat with kisses. Your head falls to his chest, a wave of exhaustion crashing into you as Joel rolls you both over, welcoming your weight on top of him.
*~*~*~*~*~*
âWeâve used up most of our food, but that doesnât mean we canât hunt down a few rabbits to hold us over until we get back.â
Joel squats by the packs, sorting through them, transferring all of the lighter things to your bag. You watch from the center of your makeshift nest, now fully dressed in your travel clothes, your eyes trained on each item he rearranges as your fingers pick at the blanket below you.
A large part of you doesnât want to leave this room, it wants to stay buried in your nest with Joel beside you. Never to emerge again, growing oblivious to the world outside. But you know that isnât how it works, that you have to take the next steps and navigate this new life ahead of you.
Joel doesnât need to look at you to see your discomfort, your scent gives you away. The sweet smell now is too strong, bordering on sour. He looks over his shoulder, catching your eye. âItâs gonna be okay.â
âIs it?â You look like your verging on tears, your lip starting to tremble. Joel sets the bag down, his eyebrows furrowing as he turns fully. âIâve never⌠Iâve never lived as an Omega, Joel. I-I mean, yeah I have been an Omega this whole time but Iâve lived as a Beta, I didnât have to worry about going out of my apartment, I never had to fear an Aloha taking interest in me. I-I donât know what to do with all of these emotions and-and feelings burning in my chest.â Tears spill over your cheeks and Joel quickly moves to you, sitting on his knees in front of you. You suck in a harsh breath, a sob threatening to swallow your words. âI donât want to leave my nest.â
âBabyâŚâ Joel pulls you into his lap, cradling you as he smooths a hands down your back. âIâve got you baby girl.â He whispers into the crown of your hair, your sobs wracking your body as you cling to his jacket. âYou arenât alone, Iâm here and like Iâve said, I ainât gonna let a thing happen to you. Youâll still live your life just as you did before. We just need make a few changes is all.â
You sniffle with a nod, closing your eyes as you inhale his scent. âIâm sorry.â You mutter timidly.
âAinât gotta be sorry. Just need ya to trust me, okay?â
âO-okayâŚâ
*~*~*~*~*~*
The sun is so bright after being locked inside the house for so long, you squint at your surroundings as Joel ushers you outside and down the steps. You look around at the sunny world, the bright lights and hues of approaching fall. It all feels so conflicting with the turmoil of emotions you feel inside.
You start down the walk way, Joelâs presence at your back, heâs talking about the trip home, how often you both will need to stop, the things that need to be restocked. Vaguely you are listening, your focus drawn to everything around you, something wrong scratching at your bones as you turn onto the street.
You draw to a halt, your breath leaving your lungs in a whoosh before you stumble back, knocking into Joel.
âOh my god.â You gasp. Joel goes ridged, seeing the body splattered across the road at the same time you do. His gun is drawn in seconds, coming around you, instantly scooping the surrounding areas and you are following suit. Your gun trembles between your palms, your heart pounding in your ears as Joel takes steady steps towards the corpse. âJoelâŚâ Your voice is hardly a whisper, your eyes darting away to the darkened openings of the building on every side of you.
âFuckâŚâ Joelâs voice is louder than you expect, your skin prickling under your clothes.
âWh-what is it?â
âMark.â Widened eyes shoot to his, your mouth dropping open in shock. Joel glances at you briefly before crouching down, grabbing Markâs bag and dragging it to his side. Quickly looking away you swallow the growing vile rising in your throat at the glimpse of his desecrated body. Despite the hefty distance you can smell the copper tang of Markâs blood, can see the pool of it dried against the black asphalt and the flies that buzz about his body.
âYour pills are here.â Joelâs knees pop as he stands, heaving the bag over his shoulder as his gaze snags on you. Your body trembles like an unsteady fawn, eyes riveted to the ground before you as you gulp in lungfuls of air. He sighs, glancing down to step around the dealer as he speaks. âHey, itâs al-â
His next words are lost in a flurry of motion, a yell erupting from his throat as heâs slammed to the pavement, sliding across the rough ground as a weight lands on his body.
The rotting stench wafts into his face, just before graying chipped teeth gnash mere inches from his throat. A scream rips from you at the same time the creature shrieks, struggling against the handle of the shot gun pressing into its throat as Joel struggles to fight against its weight.
Without thinking you raise the gun, the crash corse you learned running through your brain all at once. You aim and fire, the first bullet whizzing past its head feet to the left. The thing claws at Joels thick jacket, looking for a hold to retch itself closer as Joel kicks out his legs, tangled in the bag he had dropped.
The next shot burst into the ground, a foot above Joelâs head and you cry in frustration, anger filling your bones, burning your nerves as you scream. âFUCK!â
You step forward, one arm lifting as you aim, twisting your wrist as you squeeze the trigger.
Everything goes still, your heart, Joelâs breathing, as the zombie drops. the ruminants of its head splattered across the ground and Joel hefts its body to the side, rolling out from under it. A nervous laugh builds in your throat, your hand trembling worse than ever but you canât bring yourself to lower your gun. Joel looks up at you from the ground, his chest heaving and eyes wide as he takes in your stance.
âD-Does he l-o-o-ook like a BITCH?!â Your voice rings off of the surrounds walls, hysteria making you stutter as you recall the only line you could think of. Joel springs to his feet, despite his bodies protest, and quickly makes his way to your side. Slowly he pries the gun from your hand, turning you away from the body of the cordio before he scoops up the fallen bag and drags you from the bloodied mess.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The fire crackles lowly, just barely lighting the area around it as night descends over the forest. You sit on the moss covered floor, knees tucked into your chest as you stare at the glowing embers, watching as they flicker in and out. Joel is across from you, his knife chipping away at a branch, whittling the wood down into a small figure, hidden in the width of his palm. The boarders of the QZ sit just a mile away, waiting for your return, but what is it you are returning to? The trip back had been far quieter than before, you had retreated into yourself, haunted by the question.
The bottles of pills are a reminder every time they jostle and make noise in your bag. Would you go back to taking them, only to risk reliving this trip all over again? What is your life now if you donât take them? Do you live with Joel now or on your own? The mark on your neck burns at the thought of being separated from your mate, a concept your hormone free brain is having a hard time understanding.
âI can hear you thinking.â His gruff voice makes you jump, your eyes darting to his, blinking away the bursting dots of light that cloud your vision from staring at the fire for so long.
âWhat?â
Sighing he tilts his head to the side, pinning you with the inky depths of his stare. âI can practically hear your mind working itself into a tizzy. Plus youâre flooding me with your emotions, darling.â You blanch, mumbling an apology as you shift in your spot. Joel watches you, like he had the entire way home. The dark circles under your eyes, the dullness of your skin, the soft scared whimpers youâve made in your sleep these last several nights.
He knows worrying like this will only make you sick, physically and mentally, being an Omega only makes it worse. âCome here.â He opens his arm, signaling for you to curl into his side and its like your body is wired to follow his commands. You move without a second thought, tucking yourself against his side, a weak sigh slipping past your lips. Being this close your muscles relax, your thudding heart slowing to a steady beat to match Joelâs own. âTalk to me, pretty girl.â He whispers, kissing the crown of your head as you shuffle impossibly closer.
After a long moment of silence, basking in the way his hand runs up and down your back, you finally relent. âI am so scared.â You breath, your gaze traveling to the luming walls in the near distance. âI-I know you will do anything to keep me safe but⌠but there is only so much you can do.â Your words sting, the hushed way you whisper them against his flannel nearly unbearable. Joel tightens his grip on your shoulders, about to deny your claim but you press forward. âShould I take the pills? Save us the trouble? But then we will have to do all⌠all of this all over again and I just⌠I donât know if I can.â
Tears fill your vision, turning your face into his chest as you sob quietly.
âY/n⌠baby girl.â He drops his knife to the ground, carding his fingers through your hair, pulling you in tighter. Almost as if he could press you into his very being, keep you there so that you never have to fret or worry again. Joel lets you cry, lets your tears soak through his shirt until there is nothing left but a few soft hiccups in your breath and your sagging against him for support.
âLook at me, peach.â His fingers sweep under your chin, lifting your face to his. Your eyes are swollen and red, your face blotchy but he cooes softly. His heart hammering against his own ribs but he canât let you see that. Not yet. Not when there is still so much you have to face and need his strength for. âIf you want to take the pills that is entirely up to you, I donât have a say in the matter.â
âBut youâre my-.â
âNo. No matter what I am to you, I donât have a right to tell you what you should or shouldnât do with your own body. But,â He holds your stare for a moment, searching your tear stricken face. âBut if you decide not to take them, you need to trust me. My scent is already marred into your skin, anyone can tell you are mine with or without being able to tell you are an Omega under neath. Iâve got you, you just need to trust in that.â Joel holds so much certainty in his words,so much need for you to trust and understand what he means, what heâs hoping to convey in the silent moments that follow.
You swallow, your throat working and Joel canât help but to look, to see the mark that rings the side of your delicate neck. Whipping the remnants of your tears with the sleeve of your jacket you give a shallow nod, Joel had always protected you, had always made sure you were never without. Deep in your heart you knew he would hold true to his words, he would do everything in his power to keep you from falling prey to anyone else.
You just needed to trust him.
âOkayâŚâ You breath, nodding your head as Joel does.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, sucking in a deep breath. the fire crackles and pops in the silence that follows, both of you lost in the comforting presence of the other. When Joel leans back thereâs a smile playing on his lips. âYouâre wrong by the way.â
âHuh?â
âJules never shoots his gun like that. Youâre thinking of Menace To Society.â Your mouth drops open, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief.
âYes he does! When he has that guy kneeling on the floor!â
Joel laugh with a shake of his head. âNu-uh sweetheart. Youâre wrong.â
You glare up at him, and his smile broadens, âWe will just have to see about that.â
Your challenge only earns you a deep chuckle, before he pulls you in, planting a soft kiss on your lips. âWhat do I get when I prove you wrong?â The suggestion in his words reflect in his eyes, the deep dark brown swimming with excitement. a flush works up your neck, your hand tightening on the front of his shirt. âWouldnât you like to know? Too bad we will never find out.â Joel lets out a little growl, squeezing your waist playfully making you squirm.
âJust you wait, little one. Youâre in for it.â
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part six of the neighbors series. thank you to the anon who sent this angsty prompt for getting the gears turning in my head, hehe. these two are something else, i tell ya. the miscommunication is just so... i am pushing them together forcing them to kiss at this point lol hope you guys like it đ¤ and feel free to send me more things for this little au!
javier peĂąa x f!reader. ~2k word count. nothing too extreme to tag, it's straight up just angst and yearning.
Being with Mateo is nice, sweet even. He calls when he says he will, makes you laugh, and remembers how you take your coffee. And you really do try with him. You take interest in his hobbies, hold his hand when youâre walking down the street, and even let him take you to bed.
The sex is fine, nothing spectacular and just barely above average. Being with him is normal and safe.
But every now and then, your mind drifts to what it would be like if it was Javier in his place. You shake those thoughts off as fast as they come. If youâre going to move on, it has to be for real, not half-heartedly.
Itâs a little easier to bury those feelings now that Javier is caught up in somethingâor someoneâof his own.Â
Sheâs over at his place constantly, her laugh sometimes drifting through the walls late at night. It feels like theyâre always whispering to each other, talking until all hours, and you hate how that little spark of jealousy sits in your chest.
You catch yourself wondering what her name is, how they met, if she gets that look from himâthe one that he used to give you when heâd make you laugh.Â
You pass Javier in the hallway sometimes, and when he offers a half-smile and rushed, âHey,â you return it with something tight and brief, barely meeting his gaze.
But heâs always in his own world these days, buried in work, and if he notices you distancing yourself, he doesnât show it. Or maybe heâs too distracted to care. Either way, it reinforces the choice youâve made to keep things this way.Â
Every time you pass his closed door, you tell yourself youâre doing the right thing. Him being absent is the push you need to keep stepping back, to keep looking at apartments a few neighborhoods over, just in case.
One day, Mateo notices youâre distracted during dinner, poking at your food more than eating it.Â
âQuerida,â he says, nudging your hand, âyou alright?â
âYeah.â You force a smile. âJust thinking about work.â You try to shake off the odd feelings you canât seem to put to restâthe unease of Javier wrapped up in someone else and it working for him but not for you, leaving you more restless than before.
Heâs become a background hum of missed chances and bad timing.
Mateo catches the shift in your expression and rests his hand on yours. âIf itâs about your place, I donât mind helping you look around. Maybe even do a little apartment tour spree together this weekend?â
His warmth stirs something in you, a pang of guilt for not giving him the part of you thatâs still tucked away. âYeah, that sounds nice. Iâd like that.âÂ
Javierâs schedule continues to keep him out of the complex and you canât remember the last time you saw him at the embassy.
Granted, you work in different departments but still, there was enough overlap for you to at least catch glimpses of him throughout the day.Â
Thereâs a wall between you twoâone he doesnât even realize is there.
One evening, as youâre walking up to your door, you hear his low voice in the hallway, murmuring something to that beautiful brunette that you feel so strongly against because of your own insecurities.Â
It strikes a nerve, seeing her leaned up against his door like that with Javier crowding her, his fingers tucking a strand of her curly hair behind her ear.
They donât even notice you and that fucking stings, then you remind yourself that youâre being ridiculous and unlock your door quickly, barely giving him a second glance when he finally turns his head to acknowledge you. You just shut your door.
Later, as you sit by your window with a glass of wine, a part of you wishes you could confront him about itâhow you miss having a friend even if these feelings youâve grown for him have tainted your friendship.
But instead, you brush it off. Itâs better this way, the distance and silence. Cutting him off quietly.
You have Mateo now, and maybe in time, those feelings youâre trying to force yourself to feel for him will start to feel more real.
In the meantime, you keep Mateo close and Javier at armâs length, praying the ache in your chest will fade into something easier to ignore.
When things with Helena spiral, Javierâs entire world dips into a darkness he struggles to fight off.
Heâd been steeling himself for months, pretending that what he felt for her was just a part of the job, just another way to gather intel, to stay sharp. But things had shifted, unraveled into something he wasnât prepared for.
She had become more than an informant; something tangible and real, someone he genuinely cared about. He should have known better than to let it get personalâmixing affection with the job, letting his heart get tangled up in a life as brutal as theirs.
Itâs in the wake of this disaster that you pop into his mind again. The truth is, heâd forced you out of it completely, buried you beneath his work, his duties, his time with her.
After all, what place did someone like him, wound up in the cartelâs mess, have with someone like you? You were safe, building a life with an uppity banker, someone who could give you things Javierâs world would never allow.Â
Security, stability, and something close to a normal lifeâthings he could barely imagine anymore.
And heâd see it, too, in the way you were with Mateo. He could hear it sometimes through the walls, that light laugh of yours, the one thatâd once been his to hear on a quiet afternoon or over a shared meal. Now it belonged to someone else.
Javier would watch the asshole come by, flowers in hand, gifts in his arms, looking like the kind of guy he could never be, the kind of guy you deserved.
Maybe thatâs why he fell for Helena so quickly, so intensely. She was tough, resilient, unafraid of the shadows heâd cast around him. With her, he didnât have to pretend.
They shared the same night-bound existence and he didnât care that she was a prostitute. She understood, even when he didnât, the danger of crossing those lines in his work, the way it weighed on him, without flinching at the blood on his hands.
But now⌠heâs haunted by what he should have seen coming. Sheâd been hurt, and every part of him feels complicit.
He couldnât protect her, couldnât protect himself from feeling it all in his bones, and the guilt wraps around his heart, squeezing so tight it might burst.Â
The weight of it pulls him under, and he finds himself wondering how heâs going to claw his way out. His work is far from over.
He's at the bottom of a bottle of bourbon one night when he realizes just how long it's been since heâs really seen you.
The ache that realization brings feels like another knife twisting in his chest. Your bright eyes, that quirky laugh you give when he actually manages to crack you up, and the way you can turn his chaos to calm without even tryingâtheyâve been missing from his life for months now, and heâs feeling the loss more deeply than he wants to admit.
With sluggish, heavy steps, he staggers across his apartment until he ends up at your door. He knocks, too loudly, too long, until you swing it open, looking bleary-eyed and definitely frustrated. Heâs clearly woken you up.
âHola, cariĂąoââ
âItâs two in the goddamn morning, Javier. ÂżQuĂŠ necesitas?âÂ
Youâve got your arms crossed, and he blinks a few times, almost impressed with the improvement of your accent. He opens his mouth, trying to form the words, but you beat him to it, eyeing him up and down.
âAre you drunk? You reek of liquor, PeĂąa.â Your tone is flat. âYou need to go back home.â
âTe extraĂąo,â he slurs, the words slipping out before he can stop them. âI canât be in there another second without feelinâ like Iâm losing my damn mind.â
Youâre sizing him up, at a war with yourself, and he lets his gaze wander even in his bleary state. Youâre wearing that familiar robe with a slip dress underneath, and he has no idea if it helps or makes things worse.Â
âThen you should probably call your girl,â you say, voice cool. âOr go upstairs and bother Murphy. I have to be up early.â
You go to close the door, but his large palm spreads against it, steadying himself. âJavierââ
âPlease,â he says, voice softer. âDonât do this. Not tonight.â
For a moment, you search his eyes, your own gaze conflicted, and then, almost begrudgingly, you sigh. âFine,â you mutter, âbut youâre out by the time Iâm up for work in the morning.â
You let him in, and he feels that distance in your voice like a physical wall between you. Itâs his own faultâhe knows it, hates it, but here you are, standing back to let him in anyway.
He stumbles, almost falling flat on his face, and your smaller hands catch him with a muttered curse. Like heâs a child.
You steer him to the couch with an exasperated huff, and even as you help him settle, heâs not sure if itâs the liquor making his chest tighten or the fact that youâre handling him with more care than he deserves.Â
You wrestle him out of his jacket, tugging it from his broad shoulders, then go for his boots.
The grunts you make in effort, the feeling of your hands on himâeven if itâs just to deal with his drunk assâmakes him ache in a way that alcohol only magnifies.
His thoughts drift to places they have no business going. Heâd tried to move past the want he felt for you, burying it under other bodies, other names, other distractions. But here you are in a thin slip dress under your robe and all he can think about is how itâd feel to have you moving against him, to finally let his hands roam your curves, bring you pleasure and fuck you like heâs sure no man has. Not even your goody-two-shoes of a boyfriend.
Once heâs settled on your couch, you leave, only to return a moment later with a glass of water, setting it on the coffee table with a quiet sigh. âIf you need to puke, please use my bathroom,â you say flatly, ânot the new couch.â
âNew couch?â he mumbles, sitting up on his elbows and frowning at it. âWhat was wrong with the old one?â
You just shake your head, the patience gone from your expression. âGoodnight, Javi,â you say flatly, but he stops you before you leave.
âThank you for this and Iâm sorryââ
âJust stop,â you cut him off with a deep sigh. âYouâre always apologizing and I donât want to hear it. Get some rest.â And then youâre gone, the door to your room closing softly but definitively behind you.
After that night, he tries to make things go back to normal but the distance that happened during that time seems impossible to close now.
Every attempt he makes to lessen it only meets the cool edge of your guarded smile or your quick, polite excuses to cut conversations short. The silence between you has settled too deeply now, like itâs found a home where friendship used to be.
He doesnât know what to do and youâre still stuck in your forced delusion that Mateo is what you want.
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sugar, spice and everything nice!
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pairing: pining! barista wooyoung x gn! customer reader
tags: when i was writing this i was thinking to myself, "hear me out -wooyoung as the local cafe barista who has a massive crush on you, him being so so delusional about it", and then i decided to roll with because i can write about that so please enjoy! <3
summary: wooyoung's a barista, you're a (his) regular and he thinks this is his chance at a cafe slow-burn romance.
word count: 1.6k words
+ 1
"what can i get started for you today?" wooyoung monotonously greets like clockwork, fingers hovered over the touchscreen.
"what would you recommend?" he lifts his eyes to meet your inquisitive ones. pointing to the chalkboard, wooyoung replied flippantly, "these are our cafe's specialties." your eyebrows furrowed, repeating, "i know. what would you recommend?"
he paused in his tracks, much like a dear in headlights, "uh..." his face burns from the focused stare you had pinned on him. unsure, he rambles, "everything's...delicious! my favorite is the latte paired with the apple crumble pie." this time round, wooyoung takes a proper look at you.
you're pretty cute, he observed, hands idly fiddling with the cloth tucked in the pocket of his apron.
"okay. i'll have that." he enters your (his) order, and hands you a receipt, directing you to the pickup counter as he prepares your items.
when he finally hands over your items, you sheepishly apologized, "sorry if i had troubled you earlier. i didn't know what to get since it is my first time here." wooyoung found it difficult to be mad, "oh...it's no problem at all. i can assure you that everything here is good."
"thanks so much, uhm...wooyoung." you glanced down at his nametag and then back up to express your gratitude. as you picked up your items, he nods and responds out of habit, "come by again!"
+ 2
wooyoung leans his weight against the counter, phone in his hand as he goes on about his day, "âyeah and i was saying...oh! wait."
his voice dies down when he hears the bell ring, thinking it was another customer. but as soon as his gaze lands on you, a confident smile replaces the nonchalant expression he once had.
"catch you in a bit, my favorite person is here." he ends the call, not bothering to hear his friend's complaint. you were one of his frequent customers, and also someone he's taken interest in. a little bit too much interest in though, ever since his first chance meeting with you. you have been coming in at least once or twice a week, and each time his heart soars when you're around.
"hey sweetheart, anything i can get for ya?" he props his head up with his hand, eyes never leaving you as you scrutinize the chalkboard menu, "sweetheart...is that a new nickname? i bet you call everyone sweetheart, right wooyoung?"
"nah, only for you." he assures, and he jumps when he sees the sides of your mouth twitch upwardsâno doubt holding back a grin. you rattle off your order, something he also knew by heart. this special order wasn't written on the menu, but something he had went out of his way to make for you, lying about a "secret" menu that only a few people (read: only you) knew.
"do you want anything else to go with that order? for you, it's on the house!" he gestured to the pastries at the display shelf and you teased, "are you sure about that? you're going to make a loss at this rate."
true, he was always offering to gift you a free pastry with your drink. not that it mattered because he'd gladly cover the cost with his salary just to see you smile.
"of course not. there wasn't much business today." a lie.
"and also, who else is going to taste my efforts?" partly the truth.
"i want to give one to you to cheer you on." absolute truth.
you relented, shaking your head, "okay, okay. you can pick one for me." he nearly swoons at the sight of you beaming at him, "of course." wooyoung prepares your orderâmaking small talk with youâhis silly smile never once disappeared in your presence.
"here you go." he hands them over to you, nearly dropping the items when your fingers brushed over his to collect your order. "thanks a bunch! i'll get going."
"bye...see you again!" he precariously leans over the counter, neck craning as you walked off. he sighs dreamily before having a "reality check" when another customer not-so-subtly coughs a distance away from him.
"sorry, what can i get for you today?"
+ 3
wooyoung checks his appearance against the reflection of the fridge by the back of the store, donning his apron on before stepping out. almost immediately, butterflies erupted in his chest when he spots you typing away on your laptop.
"hey." he smoothly greets you. you were seated at your usual space near the counter, a cup of tea beside you.
seems like today was a "no-procrastination day", judging from how your teapot was completely close to empty.
you raised your eyes to meet his, "hello! did you just start work?" he excitedly nods, then schools his expression not a second later, "yeah. need a refill?" he juts out his chin and you sighed, "yeah. your colleague had boiled the water a couple of times for me already."
so you've been here for a while now, wooyoung chews the inside of his cheeks to hide a triumphant smile. moving automatically, he grabs the hot kettle, "don't worry, i'll reheat your teabag as many times as you request me to." you beamed at him, "that would be nice."
"anything for you."
the next few hours passed by in a flash, yet the constant reminder that you were still sat there a great encouragement for wooyoung as he pushes through the dinner rush. as the last bit of the dinner crowd titters away, wooyoung makes his way to stand behind the counter to rest, standing opposite you. the empty dinner plate on your left made him smile knowing you were being fed well by him.
"how's it going?"
you hummed, "not bad! i think i'll go home and rest for a bit before i pull an all-nighter to complete this manuscript." wooyoung makes a face, "again?" you hid your chuckles behind your palm, "what do you mean 'again'? i swear i don't stay up late often."
"everytime you come here and stay here for nearly the whole day, you're most definitely pulling an all-nighter." he holds up a finger, as if to prove a point. "and secondly, you're drinking tea. because if you chugged coffee the whole day you'd be holed up in the toilet instead of doing your work." flabbergast at his statement, you reached over to playfully whack him, "wooyoung! how could you!"
he laughs, shoulders shaking and hands clutched over his stomach, "it's the truth!" you pouted, "you're too much...you didn't have to announce it to the world!"
wooyoung easily balances your plate and teapot on one hand, "i'm gonna be closing up soon, in about 30 minutes. will you be...making a move?"
your eyes comically widened, "it's that late?" a flick of your wrist shows the time on your watch, an amused wooyoung watching you.
"yeah, it is. you might as well wait till i finish clearing up and i'll send you to a bus stop or subway station," he offered, hoping he didn't sound too eager. "oh! that would be nice of you actually. is it alright?" you clasped your hands in front of you, a sparkle lighting up your eyes.
"of course."
+ 4
"are you closing?"
wooyoung had his back facing the door and he holds back a groan from the question. of course we're closing, he grumbles, the neon sign is already switched off and...
his thoughts trailed off when he spots you sheepishly standing by the door.
"what are you doing here this late?" wooyoung blurts out and you rubbed your neck nervously, "i was...craving an ice americano and also a..."
"let me guess. an apple crumble pie?" he teases, pretending to think hard about it. "exactly that." you levelled your gaze to meet his, eyes twinkling. but not a moment later you shook your head, "but if you're closing i'll goâ"
"how about i see what i can do for you?" the moment the sparkle in your eyes seemed to light up brighter, wooyoung thinks he'd better remember this moment for the rest of his life. he ushers you in, "you know, i realized you haven't been passing by here lately. i'm going to have to extend my working hours if you only appear at this time of the day. it's not good for my business."
"hey...! i've been busy, okay?" you huffed and wooyoung just laughs, "i'm kidding. business has been great too, since it's the holiday season more people have been coming in to try our limited time menu." he bustles around the counters, making your request all while you peered over to state at him.
you mused, "you don't sound happy about this good news." he smirked, playful tone lacing his words, "clearly, because i haven't been seeing you around." the oven dings behind him and he pulls out the tray.
"that doesn't look like an apple crumble." setting down the tray before you, he slides your drink up next to it as your confusion settled in.
"ice americano this late isn't good for your stomach. and we also ran out of apple pies so, i made you hot cocoa and reheated some of the milk bread i made just now."
a second passed and wooyoung was afraid he did something wrong. "is...it not to your liking? i should haveâ" "âno! no, i'm just touched that you'd go out of your way to do something like that."
wooyoung's triumphant smile stretched wide on his face, "then, please enjoy while i clean up the store."
in comfortable silence, you had your supper while he tidied up like clockwork: mopping the floors, putting away utensils, straightening tables and chairs and not to forget, glancing at you as you happily ate.
"how much is this?" you fished out your wallet and wooyoung was quick to grab it from you, "nuh uh. this one's on me. you don't owe me anything." arms coming to cross in front of you, you pouted, "fine, then how can i repay you?"
"let's go on a date. you can pay me back then."
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I am no longer consumed by bloodlust!
#miss galen speaks#i wish i was joking. that shit was painful and scary as fuck#homicidal ideation is no fucking joke huh#and y'know what the recommended solution for it is????#institutionalization or calling the police! great! đđđđđ#cause that's gonna be SO fucking helpful to an abuse victim whose psychosis/ptsd has been triggered#anyways you lot are welcome to reblog this and be silly about it on one condition:#you need to understand how absolutely fucked it is that our only solutions available were institutionalization and law enforcement#you need to understand that that is the last thing we needed when we were struggling#you need to come away from this with the realization that fear is weaponized against all sorts of marginalized people#and it is leveraged to justify oppression and human rights violations#and all someone has to do to point the finger at you is to shake a little bit and say they are afraid of you#and then the cage will come down on you too no matter how respectable you think you are#no matter how sane you think you are#no matter how harmless you think you are#the accusations of your potential for harm will be held as truths and used against you#and until we create a society in which we give 'scary' people the same rights as everybody else#nobody is safe from this happening to them#and if any of you clown on this post i WILL turn reblogs off
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Mutual Help | 59
âł đŹđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⤠he calls it mutual help
⢠đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : jungkook x reader
⢠đ đđ§đŤđ: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn
⢠đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: explicit language, explicit content
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Sometimes you decide on things by feelings or whatever seems right at that moment. Â
You might've suggested something that has bit you in the ass right back. It didn't feel as satisfactory as it perhaps should have when you hinted on meeting new people. Although, it's a great opportunity for both of you to move on, even though just the thought alone leaves a bitter taste on your tongue.Â
Not even the alcohol on it tastes as bitter.Â
Regardless of what kind of opportunity it turned out to be, you had to do it. You're slowly losing it and being in Jungkook's presence alone is not helping.Â
A jealous kind of person is not what you would describe yourself. When the word jealous comes to one's mind, they think of someone being possessive jealous in the worst kind of way. You might've been possessive about people around you, but in a healthy way.Â
Sure, the thing with Ester is not the greatest example of it, but that was something different.Â
There's something building up, something you haven't experienced with Jungkook before. You were jealous in the friendliest possible way. You don't want to dwell on it more than necessary, but with Ester, you were scared of her becoming Jungkook's close friend. It sounds terrible this way, perhaps a little toxic too â it's hard to describe and put it into the right words so one could understand it clearly. There are parts where even you don't understand it.
You're confident about what you and he have. From the moment you met to the point where your friendship is at. Even that is a bit debatable, but you don't want to go there. Not right now. And possibly not in the near future. There are certain things you don't want to think about.Â
Ones you're scared of.
Still. Seeing Jungkook having another friend who he genuinely gets along with, in a meaningful way caused you to act on the void you felt.Â
But jealousy is a human emotion nevertheless. And you totally hate it at the moment.Â
Because there's no Ester or any possible special friendships to be made. This is different.Â
Why the fuck you hate staring at Jungkook and Nara. That's what she's named and introduced herself as when she happily sat behind Jungkook, holding his waist as he drove them through the small waves on a jet ski.Â
Clearly, sharing a meaningful connection called friendship is not on top of her list. She's smiling the entire time they talk about whatever, even though it's the most casual topic. She's not the typical giggling type that smiles to whatever that's being said just to flirt. She seems genuinely interested in Jungkook. Maybe a little bit too much.Â
Okay, definitely.Â
Tap. Tap. Tap.
You tap your fingers on the table, sun setting down as you watch Jungkook and Nara taking a fucking walk along the beach. You hate that after three drinks, you still have your stomach crumbled and twisted around.
There's no reason for you to be mad at Jungkook. You told him to meet people. You freaking hinted about him trying to get it on with other people. Okay, maybe you're irritated he took it seriously and clearly goes for it a little too soon. You also told him you'll be fine here while they go on a walk alone.
âSo it's just you two here?â Gabriel asks next to you, catching your attention for the hundredth time in the past three hours. Yes, that's how long you've been spending your time with them.Â
They're fun and friendly. Nothing bad about them. Clearly young people who want to have fun. They're relaxed, fun and outgoing.Â
So why the hell would you rather have Min Yoongi here than having to witness all of this?
Mentally shaking your head at your ridiculous thoughts, you turn to Gabriel and tear your eyes off those two. You give him a stare that tells him enough about your suspicion by that sudden question.Â
âRelax, I'm just asking.â
âAnd I should believe you because?â you question him. You might've appeared slightly cold toward him. You're not sure if his friendliness wants to aim somewhere else and to something more, or he's just that outgoing.Â
Clearly, he doesn't want to back away because he's been very persistent. You give him that.Â
There's a slight spark between the tug and pull game. But it's not the one you're looking for.Â
âBecause I'm telling the truth.â
There's chatter and laughter going from the other people you've been introduced to. You don't remember all of their names though. You hope you won't have to see them after this. God, that sounded so harsh. They're nice, you swear! But!
They don't give you any attention which makes your conversation slightly more comfortable.Â
âYou're still a stranger. How do I know you're telling me the truth?â
âSo just believe meââ
âThat literally goes againstââ
He laughs. He's handsome. Has a sharp jawline and a cute smile. âYou're a piece of work.â
âI know. I'm amazing.â
He can't seem to drop his eyes off you. You've experienced those before. Which is why you're not sure if he's honest about that or if it's the trick of flirting with you. It seems like men always have some kind of ulterior motive behind their behavior.Â
You don't hate men. Even if it looks like it. You just don't trust them.Â
Unless they are Jungkook, Jimin or Taehyung.Â
Surprisingly, at least Gabriel doesn't annoy you in the Min Yoongi type of way. He's nice, not pushy and annoying which you appreciate.Â
You glance at him fully, both of you chuckling at your ridiculous conversation.Â
There's a deeper meaning behind his question. For the first time, he showed more of his prying persona. You can't blame him. It was bound for people to question it. You've grown used to it.
âYes, it's just me and Jungkook.â
He nods, already knowing this but traces his glass. He had one beer an hour ago and after that one, he switched to lemonades. Somehow, you find that a little attractive.Â
âOur friends were supposed to go with us, but it didn't work for them unfortunately.â
He already knows you're staying at one of the beach houses, which to their expressions, they were a bit surprised to hear that. It's a more expensive side of the beach and while they're staying nearby, it might sound suggestive that you two alone are where families and lovers mostly stay.Â
âDidn't work how? What if it's their way to get you together alone?âÂ
His question has a light tone full of teasing and suggestion, knowing exactly where this is going. He's trying to figure out your relationship with Jungkook, probably not believing two best friends that are on a vacation are only that. Friends. Well, that's quite debatable in all ways but you're not exactly going to share a full depth of anything related to your actual relationship to Jungkook.Â
Gabriel doesn't give you any vibes of being a snitch, but he's still a stranger. A handsome one but not even his pretty face could make you spill the tea. Anyway, he's definitely not asking because he's skeptical but mostly asking for himself.Â
You would've had to be blind and dumb not to notice his undeniable attention and interest aimed toward you. It's flattering and a compliment, really. More than anything else.
âWell, one of them ended up in a hospital with broken toes, so I would like to think he didn't do it on purpose.â
âOuch.â
âExactly,â you deadpan, sipping more of your drink.Â
He grins. He has a cocky twist to his smile. There's no denying he's a catch wherever he travels.
âEven though, you never know with him.â you say, watching Gabriel's confused look before you shrug and chuckle under your breath.Â
Taehyung loves himself too much to hurt himself. No matter how much he would love you and Jungkook messing around more.
Speaking of him, you glance back at the couple walking down the beach. There's nothing special or weird about it. They're just walking beside each other, there's even some distance between them now. Is Jungkook listening to your previous words and just trying to â you don't even know how to name it.Â
Is he trying to get to know someone else in hopes of getting more?
Is he planning to hook up with anyone from this group?Â
Because he totally could and there would be nothing you would do about it. But why should you in the first place? It should not bother you. You should be in the front row hyping him up to do it. You should smack his shoulder and tell him to go for it, like all the guys do.
So why can't you?
You believe it's because you've never experienced anything similar to what you have with Jungkook. Obviously, he's more than the sex God you've portrayed him as in your head. He's definitely more than that. But speaking just about that alone, the thought of him going for someone else and showing that side of him to some stranger he just met, honestly bothers you. It's too soon. And you know if you weren't too thoughtful, you wouldn't be in this position because you would've kept hooking up.Â
You wouldn't have to worry about him suddenly having sex with someone else. He would never do that when he's intimate with you.Â
Fuck. Why are you even thinking of all of this?Â
You did what was best for you and him. At the end of the day, it's just a matter of time before something like this happens. And you know it will and you're going to be okay with it. You will move on.
But perhaps you rushed into it. You've panicked and indirectly told him to just have fun. Without you. In that exact sense you're thinking of.Â
He's smart. Of course he caught onto the meaning right away and something tells you he's doing exactly that. You can't even be mad at him because you told him. You were the one who encouraged and pushed him to move on.
âI didn't mean to pry,â Gabriel speaks up, reminding you of his presence and your cheeks heat up even more under the sun that's barely up there.
You try to cover up your staring by looking at the sea before finally looking at him. He couldn't see the exact direction of your vision, but he could've guessed because they're right there.Â
âI just find it interesting.â
âInteresting?â You frown in confusion.
âYou two.â
âWhat's so interesting about two best friends? Because one is a female and the other male?âÂ
His brows shoot up, catching up onto your slightly offended tone. âI didn't mean it like that.â
âHow did you mean it then?â
He hesitates, but your lifted brow that demands a response causes him to lick his lips as he sighs. âYou've been checking him a few times now.â
You grit your teeth together. Not because you're offended that he indeed noticed, but you're embarrassed that he did.Â
âI've been checking on my best friend.â
âAlright, alright,â he chuckles, trying to play it off as he puts his hands up in surrender. âI wasn't really trying to suggest something else. I just noticed that your friendship seems⌠special.â
âAnd it is.â
He nods, wrapping his hand around the drink as he picks up on the small droplets. âNara won't bite his head off. She's cool.â
âI wasn't suggesting anything else.â You throw his words back at him. He notices, the left corner of his lips twisting in a smirk but he doesn't say anything about it.Â
âWould your friend bite my head off though?â
You arch your brow at him, âAnd why would he do that?â
âI don't know, maybe for trying to get to know you?â
âYou're getting to know me.â you point out, knowing what he's hinting at but you're playing it off. An amusement dances in your eyes and he sees it, his smirk only getting bigger but the determination of getting straight with you is even bigger.Â
âI am.â he hums.Â
âWell, I can't promise anything. Jungkook is protective.â
âSurely he would understand I don't have any vile intentions. I mean, you're single, right?â
You gulp, stopping for a moment. You could possibly make some kind of situation. You're single but you weren't exactly free and down to meeting someone else. For multiple reasons. You could tell him you just got out of⌠relationship that had nothing to do with dating. Simply said, you could tell him you had a fuck buddy and now you're just focusing on yourself.
But considering your previous topic, he could easily catch on and for some reason, you don't want to risk it. You don't want any strangers knowing about you and Jungkook. It seems awfully personal and intimate.
âI am.â you mutter.
âSo? He can't chase all men away from you.â
And he probably won't.Â
âI don't know⌠he did punch a guy for me.â
âWhat?â he deadpans.Â
You chuckle, âHe was my ex. Said some nasty stuff. Kook didn't like it.â
âSo he⌠punched him?â
âMhm,â You take another sip. âHe did deserve it though.â
âI would never say nasty stuff about you. Or any woman.â
What are you supposed to do with that information?
âNever say never.â you shrug.Â
âNo, I mean it. I wasn't raised like that.â
âI don't think he was either. But sometimes we don't know ourselves. And sometimes we can surprise ourselves too.â
âI get that, but if your friend had to punch him for it, he obviously wasn't good.â
You look at your drink that's slowly disappearing. You should slow down. âHe's not a bad guy.â
âDoesn't sound like it.â
You roll your eyes, âYou've got an answer for everything, don't you?â
âYou seem to be just the same way.â he points out.
âYou've known me for a few hours, Gabriel. I could be a total bitch or a completely different person than you've made up in your head.â
âAnd that's why I would like to know you more.â
You stare at him.Â
Having to be in similar situations a few times, this time feels slightly different. Even though he's determined, he's not annoyingly pushy. He's good looking and has something in him that makes you flattered that he's not backing down. Showing a clear interest in you is not something you would gag at or roll your eyes like you usually would have.Â
âSo if I wanted to invite you for dinner, lunch⌠whatever you want it to be, would you go?â
âAre you asking me on a date, stranger?â
He chuckles, shaking his head. âI'm asking to hang with you and get to know you.â
âUmm, isn't that the definition of a date?â
âCould be,â he shrugs, âBut I'm from Italy and you live on the opposite side of the world.â
âExactly.â you point out.Â
âOh come on, just say no if you don't want to.â
âAre you looking for a hook-up, Gabriel?â you question him, not wanting to beat around the bush. Somehow, you know he's honest but you have a hard time believing he's just interested in getting to know you.Â
Why?Â
Like he said. You live in different countries and both of you don't look like the type to have a long-distance relationship.Â
He starts coughing, taken back by your sudden straight-forwardness before he laughs, finding some amusement in it. âIf you want to.â
âIs that why you want to get to know me?âÂ
âNo.â
You look at him skeptically, âI'm sorry, I just find it hard to believe.â
âThen I'm disappointed by the man you've encountered.âÂ
âHey, I have amazing men around me.â
Two of them probably broke more hearts than any of these people in this group, but they're amazing men regardless of it. It's the fact they never did it intentionally. And Jungkook is the definition of a perfect guy. Perfect in terms of loving and thoughtful person who would give everything to his loved ones.Â
âNever said you don't. You love your friends very much, don't you?â
That goes without a question. He sees the look on your face and it causes him to smile. For some reason, he seems smitten by you. Of course he does, look at you. You're amazing.
âYou could say they're my second family.â
Perhaps if they were actually here, things would've been a lot different. That goes without debate.Â
Taking in the silence that follows, you can't help but glance in the direction where Jungkook and Gabriel's friend are walking down the beach. However, they no longer are and instead you find him taking pictures of her. She makes poses, showing off her toned and tanned body. And then she walks up to him, clinging to his side as he shows her the results. She seems to be impressed, as far as you know, it's hard to see it clearly from this distance.Â
And it's for the better, honestly.
âListen, it doesn't have to mean anything more. Just us hanging out over a good dinner⌠or a lunch.â
Gluing your eyes back to Gabriel, which seems to be the safer choice, your eyes run over his features as you take a breath â realizing your stiffened posture before you relax.
âI don't have any sick intentions.â
âYou know⌠you constantly making sure I know that kinda makes it harder to believe you.â
He laughs, shaking his head as he smiles at his drink. Your teasing brings some peacefulness into this conversation again. âJust let me know your decision. Take your time.â
You give him a smirk, knowing you're kind of running out of time. Both of you know it and that's why you both grin at each other. Before any of you can say something, the approaching chatter interrupts you. Jungkook and Nara join you, she says something which makes Jungkook smile and that's when he looks up. Your eyes meet and you straighten yourself, ignoring the way your heart squeezes.
âWhat's up,â Gabriel says next to you, looking at Nara who seems to joyfully sit down and take a few sips of her drink.Â
âGot some nice shots. Jungkook here is pure talent. I'ma show you later.â she says, smiling at Jungkook at the compliments she's giving him.Â
The corner of his lips turn slowly up before he glances back at you. Looking away, you poke the back of your front teeth with your tongue.
âWhat's your plans for tomorrow? We were thinking of visiting the water park here. It's brand new and apparently very fun. You wanna join us?â Nara asks, reaching for a bowl of fruit that Gabriel has ordered. âAnyone?â she points at the bowl.Â
Everyone shakes their heads before her previous question still sits in the air. She glances between you and Jungkook, awaiting your answer.
Once again, you look at each other without saying anything.Â
âThey probably have different plans, Nara.â Gabriel notes, shrugging.
Not wanting to let them know about the lingering tension that somehow remains between you two, you take matters into your hands and give Gabriel a smile. âWe don't yet, not definite but we'll think of something.â
They seem to be settled with that before the conversation moves to something else. Somehow it seems unfinished and by the time you and Jungkook are alone, walking back to your beach house, the feeling intensifies.
âSo what about tomorrow?âÂ
Jungkook is the first one to speak up once you get inside, a few minutes spent in silence after both of you are finished with your shower. You cut strawberries for yourself you got at the market earlier this morning.Â
âI don't know. We don't have any clear plans, do we?â you hum.
âWe could look around the Island. See what's up there and decide then.â
âSounds good.âÂ
Jungkook stands behind you, in a safe distance but you can feel his eyes burning your back. However, he doesn't make a sound before a silent sigh leaves his mouth.
âThen what?â
âWhat then?â you frown, focusing on your cutting as he walks up to you. He leans against the counter with his lower back, crossing his arms over his chest. Luckily, he has put a t-shirt on. One second staring at him topless and you would be done for.
He's staring at you. You know he is, yet your eyes stay glued to the cutboard while you're taking your time with cutting the strawberries more precisely than it's necessary. âThe water park. You wanna go?â
You halt, pursing your lips slightly. âDo you?â
He sighs again, âI think it would be a nice plan if we feel like it after we're done with the sightseeing.â
You stay silent before he taunts;
âDon't you?â
Your jaw clenches, âI think you should go if you wanna go so badly.â
He laughs sarcastically, âWhat?â
Fuck. You and your mouth. Composing yourself, you shrug before you put down the knife. âDidn't they want to go during the day?â
âNara told me they will probably go in the afternoon. The heat is supposed to be crazy tomorrow, it's better to go later in the day.â
Of course, she did. Anything so she could go with Jungkook.Â
While that little comment sounds bitter in your mind, you do know Nara wants him to go. And you should not feel angry or annoyed at it. Maybe that's not why you're annoyed at it at all. It's simple knowing that Jungkook wants to go.Â
So forcing yourself to smile, you get the courage to stare him in the eyes. âYou go if you wanna. I've got plans in the afternoon.â
Silence. For a split second.Â
âWhat?â
Another follows and you wet your lips as you shrug. âI'm going out with Gabriel.â
Well, he doesn't know it yet. He's waiting but you're guessing he will be more than glad to skip the water park. If he doesn't, that's going to be incredibly embarrassing for you and your ego.
Jungkook tongues his cheek, looking away as he scoffs silently. But the overbearing silence makes it ten times louder. âI see.â
âJungkookââ
âIs this how it's gonna be?â
You gulp, âWhat do you mean?â
âWe came here to spend time together but we spend it separately? Is that how desperately you want me gone?â
âJungkook!â
He lifts his hand up, the point finger up as he motions for you to be quiet. âI'm going for a walk.â
âYou don't have toââ
You don't get to finish it, he brushes past you and is gone before you can take another breath.Â
One of the worst habits you possess is the need to spill out anything that bothers you to someone. That someone is in most cases Jungkook, purely because he gives the best advice and comfort to anyone who needs it. He never judges and he just⌠gets it. He's that person you come to and can tell him anything, somehow the words he says or his mere presence is helpful enough.
For clear reasons he's not available â nor would he be suitable since he's the main reason why you're bothered in the first place. You're the one who messed up. For a moment you wondered whether you should go after him, to talk it out like any healthy person would do. But once you got out of the door, he was nowhere and to be walking alone around the Island with no one by your side is not something you wish to risk. Even though it seems to be safe here, you know he wouldn't be happy if he came back and you weren't here.
Or maybe he wouldn't care.Â
You would like to think he would. It's still Jungkook. No matter how many times you fight or there's tension, it's still him. But it feels wrong to count on this all the time, even though it's basic knowledge.
Sure, you've got other friends.Â
You wouldn't want to include Maya here. Purely out of knowing what her response might be â you've got to be a little selfish here because you know that's not something you want to hear right now. Anyway, she's probably planning her wedding or spending time with Namjoon. It feels rather awkward to be reaching out just because you find yourself in trouble. By your own responsibility.
But right after Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung came.Â
Jimin is someone who gives you the hard truth, sometimes even scolds you but with the greatest intention. That's not something you need right now either way.
And Taehyung?
He makes everything look easy with the way he sees the world and particular problems. There is barely any problem in his world. He says fuck it on most things with his optimistic persona. He simply just doesn't care.Â
Therefore, he's the safer choice than Jimin.
Luckily, once you call him and he's alone, you briefly mention the issue here. You kept it safe for your own sake or selfishness. However, you didn't have to mention anything because he questioned Jungkook's absence right after he complained about Jimin and the fact he brings his girlfriend almost everywhere.
When even Taehyung is silent, you're glad you've chosen a phone call instead of a video one.Â
âSo, let me get this straight⌠you go to Hawaii together but you're about to spend it separately?â
âWellâjust tomorrow afternoon. I didn't think it's such a big deal.â
âBut you purposely encouraged him toâI don't even know how to call itâgo and find fun somewhere else?â
You gulp, regretting now that Taehyung's words bite you in the ass. He's right though. âWe met this group of girls andâI didn't want him to focus on me only. I want him to have fun.â
Okay, that's half of the truth but it works. You did more for yourself than for Jungkook, naively believing that it will be better for him. But that backfired and it seems he doesn't feel like it's better for him.
âAnd didn't it get through your pretty head that maybe, just maybe, he wants to have fun with you?â
âTaeââ you sigh.
âNot that kind,â You can tell he has rolled his eyes. âHe just wanted you two to have fun in there. I'm pretty sure he didn't think with his dick when he wanted you to go.â
âI didn't say that.â
âI know, I'm just saying.â he hums, âMaybe he feels rejected?â
âWhat? You think so?â
âI think Jungkook has had a lot planned for the two of you and he imagined he would spend it with you. Not with both of you having fun with someone else, instead with each other.â
âI thought it's better this way.â you mumble.Â
Silence follows and you're not sure whether Taehyung heard or not, but you hear his soft sigh on the other end. âYou do your thing tomorrow and he will do his. Or just spend the afternoon the way you wanted, just with each other.â
âYou make it sound so easy.â
âBecause it is.â
âTae, we were invited. I was asked for lunchâor dinnerâwhatever.â
âSo? Fuck anyone else,â There it is. âAnyway, is the girl hot?â
âWhat.â
Taehyung laughs, âThe girl that so seemingly goes after our Jungkookie.â
âI never said she's going after him.â
âYou didn't have to, babe. It's clearer than Jimin's questionable choice of a girlfriend.â
âYou're being rude, leave Jimin and his girlfriend alone.â
He snorts, laughing as you join. âI would ask you to send me pictures of the girls, but I kinda don't want to. I would regret not being there.â
âCan you not think with your dick when your friend here is in crisis?â you mutter.
âYou got yourself there, hun.â
âYou're not helping.â you grit through your teeth, hearing him laugh.
âLook, just talk to him. You guys communicate well. Wellâit's bumpy these days but you got it.â
âHow's your leg?â you ask instead, listening to Taehyung's complaints while your mind is elsewhere.
When Jungkook doesn't come within an hour, you're seriously starting to get worried. He has left in a hurry, therefore has forgotten his phone that mockingly sits on one of the small tables. Even though he's a man, you're worried for his safety no matter how safe this Island seems to be.Â
Just as you're about to grab your things and go search for him, the door clicks open and there he is.Â
Head low and almost looking like a kicked puppy, you debate whether to jump on him to hug him or slap him for making you so worried. If the roles were reversed, there's no doubt that he would search the entire Island for you. And that's not exaggerating at all.Â
Yet, you stand there â waiting for him to look up and be stopped by the glare you're giving him across the room.
âWhere the hell have you been?â
You're angry. More at yourself than anyone else, but him scaring the shit out of you comes handy at the moment.Â
You know that defeated look. You both hate fighting. It's crazy you've never been through such hard times in terms of fighting than you have in the past year. Sure, looking at it optimistically, you've learned to communicate better. Sometimes.Â
Not particularly now. And you know some of it is mostly your fault now.Â
Being honest means much more than just that.Â
However that once mentioned defeated look is long gone. As soon as that tone and words leave your mouth, he glares at you with those intense dark eyes.Â
It doesn't matter that you sound like a mother scolding his son for coming home late.Â
âI went for a walk.â he says calmly, but there's something on the tip of his tongue. And his face says it all. I told you that.
You scoff. Before anything else can be said, he simply walks past you and you watch at the spot he just stood at in complete disbelief.Â
âThat's it?â
âWhat else do you want me to say?â he offers, giving you I don't give a fuck attitude as he plops on the couch and stretches his legs on top of the table.
He grabs his phone and scrolls down through his notifications. He must know he forgot it here. There's no way he doesn't know now. But there's no sight of realization or anything. He simply seems like he doesn't care.
Not about that and certainly not about you stomping to the room.Â
âAre you serious now?â
He looks up from his phone, moving only with his eyes and you're stunned for a second. He's waiting.Â
âIf I stormed out like that, you would give me hell for it!â you scold him.
âI told you I went for a walk. We both needed to cool off.â
You fumble over your words and try to make sense of them.Â
His eyes say it all. It looks like you haven't.
âYeah, without your phone and you were gone for an hour!âÂ
You watch him stare at you for a moment, sighing as he tosses his phone on the couch. âI'm sorry.â
The surprise on your face is evident.Â
âI forgot it. Didn't realize I was gone for so long.â
Well, an hour isn't so long but yeah, it felt like it. Especially the way he left.
You relax, a soft puff of breath leaving your lips before you nibble onto them with your teeth. You come closer, your knee resting against the armrest.Â
âI will cancel on Gabriel.â
He frowns, almost confused why would you do that. For a split second you feel embarrassed.Â
âSo we can spend more time together.â you elaborate further.Â
âYou don't have to do that out of pity or whatever.â he points out.
This is stupid. You're stupid.
âI'm not doing it out ofââ
âBesides, I have a few plans throughout our stay here. Starting from tomorrow.â
âWhat,â you deadpan, hating the weird pressure and intuition that rises every second until he proves it right.
âI arranged it with Nara.â
It's dead silence for a moment. You're letting the information sink in until you breathe out in even bigger disbelief.
âWhat,â It's quiet, almost painful before you glance at his phone. âYour phone stayed here.â
âMet her during my walk.â
Oh, and she so accidentally appeared right where you were, huh?
He's not looking at you, staring at nothing in particular with a distant gaze.Â
âSo let me get this straightââ You hold yourself together so you don't burst in anger. âYou make a scene for not spending this vacation together and now you just make plans throughout it without me?â
You realize it's mostly said from your point of view and you fucked up, but him accepting it is even more defeating than anything else about this.
âAs far as I know, you made plans too. Isn't this a good way of meeting new people?â
He's throwing it back at you. Clenching your jaw, you painfully swallow as you nod. âI see,â you mock his words, âYou're right.â
And you walk out of the room â not knowing whether you should strangle him or yourself first. Only time can tell.
It's safe to say that sometimes your intention escalates and creates a new wave of something that can hardly be described positively. A part of you blames yourself for opening your mouth, even though your own intention behind it was not wrong. It wasn't supposed to cause any of this.
Already embarrassing as it is, having to lay next to Jungkook throughout the entire night has been another level. You've been tossing around, wondering if he's doing the same whenever you fall asleep for a few minutes until you're awake again. Seems like he's not particularly doing bad, but once again, there's an argument between you that has been maybe talked about, but definitely not solved.Â
You stick to your plans that have been planned out for most of the day. You've gone sightseeing, fed rescued animals and even visited local museums. Basically, done activities where other people mostly talked and you both listened â you were just there. Standing next to each other, walking beside each other but if it wasn't for these facts, some might think you were strangers.
And that thought that randomly crossed your mind hurt.Â
But you're just as stubborn.Â
This is for the better. Sure, you should probably make a mend, it would definitely make things easier and better. But you will try to focus on other people as well. Being with Jungkook alone on this vacation â well, it's not like you have many opportunities to focus on anything else.
But that could change. And it can change.Â
It's for the best. You both got distracted. Preferably with each other.Â
So when the time comes, you both end up at the beach nearby the beach house you're staying at. However, this time it's for you to get separated and each go your own way. Gabriel's friends are already there, wearing their swimsuits and covering it with thin layers of clothing. And then there's Gabriel as well.
You texted him, agreeing to the dinner but proposed to meet sooner. The truth is, you couldn't be alone at the house knowing where Jungkook is. It would eat you alive to be alone with your thoughts of blame and regret.Â
You have no idea where you will be going, perhaps more sight-seeing but you hope Gabriel has something planned out at the last minute. Sight-seeing reminds you of Jungkook as well, since you've spent your entire morning until midday.
You have not spoken ever since you came back. You both showered and changed clothes, here you are. Perhaps you've spent more time on your make-up. Your skin is glowing, covering everything that is laying beneath much deeper.
Summer dress with slightly low cut cleavage felt like the right choice. It's perfect for day time, could be great for night time as well and most importantly, you're not trying to look overly hot. This dress is practical.Â
And you have no idea what's up with men and summer dresses because you feel like you attract men's eyes as soon as they can make out your figure. Gabriel is speechless, though he's grinning and doesn't fail to give you a compliment.Â
Before you know it, Jungkook and Gabriel's friends bid you two a goodbye. Well â mostly Gabriel's friends because Jungkook is awfully quiet and doesn't even spare you a glance as he chats with Nara.Â
Jaw clenched, you turn around and smile widely at Gabriel. âSo what's the plan?â
âMm, don't kill me but I thought we could get a snack or something, waitâhave you eaten?â
âI have,âÂ
During lunch time with Jungkook. No matter how intense it seems to be between you, he still made sure you've eaten something. It's hard to be mad at him. But one memory of what happened just seconds ago is enough to make your features harden, just like your heart does.
âHave you?â
âI have,â he answers, âCool, we can go to that dinner I promised you.â
You give him a slight chuckle, both of you walking nowhere specific.Â
âBut maybe we could go to the water park as well?â
âWhat,â you stop, chuckling nervously. The whole point of going out was not to be in Jungkook's presence. âThe others just left.â You point behind you, pretty sure they are no longer there.Â
âI kinda hoped we would go there alone.â
You give him a look, causing him to grin as he shakes his head. âNothing creepy, I swear. Is it bad that I want you all for myself?â
âYou will give me creeps if you continue to speak to me like that.âÂ
He grabs his chest, pretending it hurts there. âOuch. Is it always so hard to charm you?â
You look away, shrugging. âNot always.â
At least you didn't lie.Â
Best way to distract yourself is to do something. Anything that can't help you from thinking, or even overthinking. You give Gabriel that. Even though he has no idea he indirectly helped you and made your day better, attractions are a good way to just enjoy the presence. You allow yourself and your mind to be present with him.Â
You laugh and nicely enough, Gabriel is sweet and keeps his hands to each other. He doesn't give you creepy vibes â you're not sure if you wanted him to. He's polite, gentleman and funny. Everything anyone would like to see in a guy you're spending time with.Â
You talk, filling almost every second and moment with words. And yet, still somewhere rooted inside you, you keep looking around, hoping you won't meet Jungkook. Possibly see something you don't want to. You want him to have fun.Â
But deep inside you feel like you've pushed him to do this. It's stupid. You proposed something. You never forced him to do anything. But just because it hasn't been done directly, doesn't mean the outcome is not the same.Â
And you do it again. So you go to the first attraction you see, the water ride. You take Gabriel's hand, pulling him towards it until you're seated and drenched in water. After you're done, you both laugh at each other's appearance.
âI wonder if they sell towels here.â Gabriel says, praising himself for wearing slippers instead of actual shoes. His shirt is drenched, showing some of his abs. But you're respectful, you're not looking.Â
âIt's hot, we'll be dry in thirty minutes.â you laugh, squeezing more water from the rim of your dress. It falls down your legs.Â
âTrueâhow aboutââ
âGab? What are you guys doing here?âÂ
Coming from the side, you both glance at the way where one of the girls walks with the entire group of Gabriel's friends behind her. Great.
All you hear is Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook. He must be around here but you don't dare to let your eyes travel further.
âWe wanted to try some of the attractions too.â Gabriel answers as if it's not a big deal.Â
Although he's met with some confused looks from his friends, they're not overly judgy and you get them. None of you mentioned going here before.Â
âYou could've gone with us. Oh god, did you guys just go on this ride? We went there first, you should've seen us! ActuallyâNara and Jungkook just went there like ten minutes ago andââ She starts looking behind her, pointing in that direction but she doesn't have to.Â
Your eyes naturally find him there. Walking, unbuttoned shirt that is drenched similarly to your dress. The difference is that you can see his skin, a few droplets here and there as the sun shines on his tanned skin.
âWe didâI wanted Y/N for myself, is that so bad?â
And that's when Jungkook looks up, undoubtedly catching Gabriel's words and your stare as well. Seconds pass by and someone keeps talking, but you don't pay attention. Jungkook's eyes travel down your figure before a slight frown settles on his face.Â
Looking down, and you hate that you do, you follow his line of vision. The outline of your breasts is visible, nowhere near explicit to the point where anything is visibly clear, but even the slightest perks of your hardened nipples can be noticeable if one truly looks there. This dress doesn't require a bra, the material around that area is thick enough.Â
When you were picking this dress, you weren't counting on getting it wet by any means.Â
Crossing your arms over your chest, Jungkook stares directly at you this time. Something about his gaze is so intense that you're not sure whether you're naturally nervous or aroused. Fuck.Â
âWe were just about to get frozen yogurt, you guys wanna join? We'll leave you alone, I promise.â Matt, one of their friends jokes, causing all of them to chuckle just to tease Gabriel.Â
Gabriel is not a shy person. He rolls his eyes playfully at them, ignoring them right after before he looks down at you. He's taller than you, not as tall as the man who stands across you and you feel his eyes on you. It burns.Â
âWhat do you say? Frozen yogurt?â
Frozen yogurt is the least of your worries right now. The right thing would be to refuse and come up with some kind of excuse, maybe trying the good old I wanna try more attractions. Just so you could finally escape the burning gaze that is ten times hotter than the sun above your heads.Â
But the annoyance that slowly simmers inside you, followed by Jungkook's unpleasant face, changes your mind. Lips stretching into a wide smile, making sure Jungkook sees it and hears you loud and clear.Â
âSure, frozen yogurt sounds great.â Delightful, you want to say.Â
The others cheer, clearly happy to have Gabriel join them. You see Matt throwing his arm around Gabriel's shoulders, teasing him, undeniably about you as Gabriel shakes his head and with laughter pushes him away.Â
âYou havin' fun?â
Jungkook walks next to you, looking ahead and not giving you one last glance. His jaw is clenched and you smile, amused and pleased even.Â
âAre you?â
âWonderful,â he mutters.
âGood.â
âGood.â
Scoffing, you open your mouth but before any remark can make it out of your mouth, a woosh of coldness and pressure causes you to stop in your tracks. Most of it is blocked by Jungkook whom you manage to see turning his back, facing you while he shields you from the impact before your eyes are forced to shut.
The nearby attraction has splashed you, a few more people being a victim of it as they either laugh, curse or freeze in shock. Even your newfound friends who have managed to avoid the splash, gasp in surprise as they stare at the two of you.Â
You're fully drenched, every inch of you covered in water as you can feel it drip down your dress. So much for being dressed nicely.Â
âOh my god, are you guys okay?â Gabriel asks, walking over to you.
Though you look up at Jungkook, who stares at you before his eyes drop down to your chest. You know his stare is not an act of lust, more of acknowledgment you should make. You don't have to look. You feel it.Â
Your arms cover your breasts, turning to Gabriel to respond to him. However before you're able to utter a single word, you feel a soft touch of hand over your lower back.Â
âWe have to change clothes.â
âI saw a stand with some clothes where the kids' attractions are.â Nara tries to help, pointing in the left.
Jungkook ushers you to move before you can get drenched any more than you already are. Stupidly, you let him and you hate how you enjoy his hand on you. Maybe it has something to do with Nara watching.Â
There are no words said as soon as you distance yourselves from the rest of the group, leaving them up to their activities while there's a suffocating air surrounding you. The burning weather has nothing to do with it this time.
You watch Jungkook pick random shirts and shorts once you get to the stand. The older man who sells it tells you that this happens pretty much often, that's why there are a lot of towels and clothes for sale. Of course, it always has a Hawaiian theme or a water park one. You let Jungkook interact with the seller while you linger behind him, offering him a soft smile in return because that's all you can do.Â
âThere is a changing room with a restroom around the corner. It's more to the side, so it's not much crowded, in case the lady needs more privacy.â he advises nicely.
Smiling one last time, Jungkook briefly nods as he follows the man's directions and leads you to the mentioned changing room.
He forgot to mention it's a single room. You can still hear screams and laugh from the side, but it's more isolated right now. You get inside, scanning the room. It's spacious. There are hangers on the wall, a basic bin and a sink. A huge mirror is spread across the one wall, the lighting is shitty though. The light bulb weirdly glitches but there is no weird smell in here. You hate public bathrooms, especially at water parks.Â
Surprisingly, there's not much water on the floor. The man was right. There are not many people who use this changing room. You've seen a couple of them when you were walking with Gabriel, but you haven't thought much about it. It sort of makes sense now.
The door clicks behind you, causing you to look across your shoulder. âUmm, where are you going?â
Jungkook looks up, brows frowning as he grows slightly offended by the question. âTo change?â
His own question holds an attitude and you just stare in bewilderment for a moment. But when he doesn't move an inch, stubbornly standing his ground, you frown as well.Â
âCan't you wait?â
âCan't you wait?â
You scoff, almost laughing how childish this situation is. When Jungkook is mad, he can get slightly childish or let you feel all the nice things he does for people, until he stops it just to get petty. Not that you can't complain. You do the same things.Â
However, you use your mouth much more than he does. He's more subtle with it.Â
âI was here first.â
It's childish, you know it, yet you still point out when you're not sure how to react in the first place. Jungkook laughs under his breath.
âI wanna get out of these clothes as much as you do. Let's turn around and not look at each other.â he proposes, thinking that's the problem.Â
Little does he know you could care less if he sees you naked or whatever. You hate the way the water drips down his body, the ends of his hair picking up all the water until it slowly drops and it does the same thing seconds later. You hate how his tan body peeks through the opened button-up.Â
He's here. Yet it seems like he's never been further since you came to Hawaii.
All of this is stupid. You've been through much worse back home and you were able to make up.
But there's a lot of stubbornness and until you get there, you'll have to get through this somehow.Â
âYou think that's the problem?â you question, seeing him giving you a confused look as he starts taking off his button-up.Â
He turns around to the sink, squeezing any water access he can from it. You don't move. You just shamelessly stare as he completely unbothered continues to do what he came here to do.
How dare he? Your self-consciousness mocks you.
âAnd what's the problem here exactly?â
He doesn't even spare you a glance, continuing to squeeze his completely scrunched up shirt.
âAre you seriously asking that?â
âI asked, didn't I?â
You scoff, ready to pounce on him. Not the good kind.Â
âThere's a thing that's called space.â
The double meaning sits in the air, yet he doesn't look perplexed by it. For all you know, he doesn't even notice it as he bluntly continues his task. It pisses you off.Â
âThere's enough space between us.â he simply says.
Your chest squeezes, causing you to purse your lips for a second as you breathe out. âYou can't be serious right now.â
âI'm not even looking at you,â he scoffs, âI'll just change my clothes and I'm out of here. If you wanna just stand there and wait, you're free to do that.â
The audacity of this man is beyond the words. Is this how payback feels like?
âOh, got it. You're eager to get out of here.â So you can get back to Nara, you want to add but decide not to. You would sound like a jealous bitch.
Somehow, Jungkook seems to get the hidden meaning behind it, almost as if he could hear your thoughts from out here. He chuckles, it's just the amused look he gives you that barely lasts a second, but it leaves you breathless and all exposed.Â
The dress clings to your skin, you want nothing more than to take it off. You don't dare to move though.Â
âMay I remind you it's you who wanted me so eagerly to be out there?â
It's like you speak in riddles, yet you both know the exact meaning of them. You both don't dare to say it out loud.Â
Getting tired of it, but mostly letting out the anger that you mainly hold for yourself, but for the man in front of you as well, you take an angry inhale of breath.Â
âWhat exactly is it that you want, Y/N?â His voice rings loudly in your head, even though there's nothing loud about his tone.
Shakingly breathing out, you quietly point out; âYou can't be fucking your best friend, Jungkook.â
The emphasis on your relationship is clear, though all Jungkook does is chuckle under his breath, scoffing. He throws his shirt into the sink, walking up to you. Your breath catches, though you can't almost anticipate once he's close to you. He stops, just centimeters from touching you. You can smell his faded cologne sticking to his skin and you almost crumble.Â
âWhat if I wanted to?â
âJungkookââ
âYou always make a decision without talking to me. It is yours, I respect it,â He stops for a brief moment. He stares your face up and down. âWhat exactly are you so scared of?â
And the fear comes rushing to you, mainly located in your chest as your hands flinch to squeeze it. You remain standing there, not being able to look him in the eyes. His eyes are on you, you feel every inch of them, the proximity they shine.Â
âThis is ridiculous.â You try to move past him but he stops you.Â
âIt is,â he agrees, âIs this about sex?â
âIt's not just about that!â you argue, voice hushed and almost scandalized that you're having this conversation in public. You only hope there's no one standing outside, able to hear you.Â
You heard Jungkook locking the door, but still â there might be people waiting.Â
âI know you,â he says silently but clearly. âI know there's something going on inside that pretty head of yours that you're not telling me.â
âStop.â
âAre you in love with me?â
You gasp, âWhat? No!â you push him, palms against his chest but he holds you by your wrist, amused by your sudden outburst.
âSo why are you so adamant on pushing me away? All of a sudden, may I add?â
He's asking all the right questions and you despise it at the moment.Â
âYou can't be fucking me forever, Jungkook. It must've ended at some point.â
âOhâand you just decided on it without talking to me?â he scoffs, âYou just randomly pushed me onto some random chick.â
âIf I remember, you're willingly spending your free time with this random chick.â
He grins, though there's nothing genuine about it. It's fueled with cockiness.Â
You might realize there's more to Jungkook's reaction. You suddenly start to understand why he's maybe hurt by your sudden twist of emotions. While you never came out of the wrong place, at least your intentions never did, you might understand what his problem is.
He expected you to communicate with him about it. He might be right about that, but you also had your own reasons and yes, maybe you fucked up and it didn't go as planned, but you won't take the blame for all of it.Â
It's hard to focus on it though, especially when there's unspoken annoyance and anger dancing around you two.Â
âIt was your suggestion.â he states matter-of-factly.
One, you regret.
He lets go of your wrists, but not before rubbing it softly with his thumbs. It's a minor detail, one you almost don't notice but it would be a total shame if you would.Â
âWith a good intention.âÂ
âAnd what's the intention?â he asks right away, tone slightly more defensive. âHuh?â
You open your mouth but nothing comes out of it.
Exactly â Jungkook's face says it all.
âTo push me away? Because you're too scared to communicate?â
Jungkook's annoyance comes mostly out of this. You've used to communicate and talk about everything. And that brings you to the point. Things have changed. There are minor details, perhaps even more minor than Jungkook's faint touch of affection he gave to your wrists just now. But in these kinds of situations you can perfectly see them.Â
Does he not see it?
âFine,â you spit out, âYou want me to communicate? I will.â
âAbout time!â he exclaims.
âI want you to meet new people. Be open to meeting new people.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â he grimaces.Â
âYou can't be open to meeting someone when you're fucking me the entire time!â you exclaim back, chest heaving as he looks taken back.
That's all gone as his brows furrow. âThat's not your decision to make. When I'm ready to meet someone, I will.â
âThat's not what I meantââ
âReally? Because that's all I could gather. If I wanted to be single for years, I easily could and that has nothing to do with you.â
Ouch.
âI knowââ
âDo you?â he asks. âBecause to me it seems like you don't get it. If you didn't wanna have sex with me so badly, you could've just easily called it off. For the hundredth time anyway.â he mocks the last part.
That's where you gasp and come up to him, invading his space. He doesn't seem to mind.
âBut you wanted it, didn't you?â
He taunts you, even though you're in his face, looking angry as ever â he remains calm and has all the control.
âA part of you still wants it. That's why you can't see me with Naraââ
âThat's not about her.â
âIs it not?â
âNo. I told you to meet people. That's all I wanted, don't you remember?â
He scans you for a moment. âSo we're at this point where we can fuck whoever we want?âÂ
Fuck. You did not expect him to ask this. Nor did you expect to get to this point. You led him to it. You are the reason why he's asking this. You don't blame yourself for this, it's a simple fact. It will happen sooner or later.Â
So why the fuck there's an answer caught in your throat?
âDo you want that?â he continues. âI promised you we would go here as friends. No sex. Anything.â
Your throat feels dry, painfully dry that it even hurts to swallow. There's nowhere to escape. There's an imaginary spotlight set on you, Jungkook's determined gaze making up for it.Â
âWe agreed to come here as friends.â
âThat's not what I'm asking.â His response comes quickly.
He stares at you, searching your face for something unknown and you shift under his gaze, causing your own eyes to trail somewhere else. You can't hold eye contact. He waits. But when he doesn't get anything in return, he simply scoffs or chuckles under his breath â you can't tell â and takes a few steps away from you.
His shorts go next, he takes them off and tries to squeeze any excess water.Â
âI just wanted you toâI thought it would be a good opportunity for you to meet someone new. It wasn't supposed to come out as pushy or anything.â you murmur gently under your breath.Â
He stops for a brief moment, not moving. âHow about talking to me next time, yeah?â
You nod, though you're not sure if he sees it. He's not even looking at you. Brows pinched in together, you watch him continue with his task.Â
âNoted.â You drop your head low.
âIf you want to fuck someone else so badly, just tell me.â
âThat's notââ Your reaction comes fast. Eyes wide and mouth open, you shake your head. âYou thinkââ
âDon't you?â he almost accuses you.Â
âYou think Iââ You make air quotes with your fingers, âpushed Nara on you because I wanna fuck someone else?â
âI no longer know what I think.â
âIf I wanted to do that, I would.â You assure him, comically using the same words he has used not that long ago. It's the truth.Â
âGood to know.â
âGood,â you exclaim. âI guess we can both agree that we're capable of doing what we want.â
âAre we?âÂ
Your mouth slightly opens. âHuh?â
âAre we capable of doing what we want?â
The shorts join his scrunched up shirt in the sink, knowing Jungkook will wash the hell out of it once he gets back. He loves to do his laundry. But that's besides the point.Â
What matters is how Jungkook inches closer to you, his eyes eating you up and noticing you haven't shredded a single piece of clothing. You catch a glimpse of your face in the mirror. Your pupils wide, an expectation screaming out of them while your skin remains wet. Trails of water trailing down between your breasts.Â
He follows it before his eyes slowly go up until they meet yours.
âPerhaps it's a curse or talent, but one look at you and I can already tell where your mind's at.â
He doesn't make you feel pathetic. He simply comments but finds some sort of enjoyment in it. The male's ego is never truly gone and you wish you could crash it, verbally using your mouth as you're good at it. It doesn't matter that his implication is true â it doesn't matter you both know it. You would fight and argue, just to compete his ego with your own.Â
It seems like you're not able to this time.Â
âYeah? And where's your mind at?â you try to sound unbothered, but the way your chest slowly starts to heave up completely betrays you.
âAt the same exact place where yours is. Unlike you, I'm not ashamed to say it out loud.â
He backs you to the counter, nowhere near touching you â yet he does it with a single stare and has you exactly where he wants you. The tip of your toes almost touch, his figure hovering over yours.
Gulping, you try to play it cool. âGo on then. Tell me.â
He chuckles, it's soft but holds amused darkness that's wrapped around his cords. âIf you insist.â
You don't. But you play into this fake illusion of not knowing what he's talking about. Just a pure excuse to try and prove him otherwise. To be honest, you might be curious about what he has to say. Jungkook has a good judgment for a character â when it comes to you. That obviously does not apply to his exes.
âI'm supposed to be somewhere else, physically and mentally, but here I am thinking of different ways of having you.â
You stop yourself just in time not to gasp out loud, showing him a vocal reaction other than your heart picking up its pace just at the single thought of it. Let alone having to hear him confess that.Â
Clearing your throat, you try to straighten your posture but end up brushing against his chest. You do your best at ignoring it, staring him straight in the eyes. âAnd that's what I want?â
Don't lie to yourself, the little devil of your consciousness ironically laughs. Of course you know all of this, you just have this urge to prove him otherwise and crush that confidence he has within himself.Â
âPlease, you're already salivating just from the thought of it.â
Narrowing your eyes at him, you argue: âNo, I am not.â
âTell me,â he cocks his head to the side. âWould you rather bend over the counter or sit on it?â
He sounds nothing but curious, not even feeding to your delusions of him being out of touch with reality. Only he is not.Â
âYou're an idiot.â you breathe out, trying everything to sound scandalized or offended. You would be able to fool if it was anyone else. But not him.
âFor speaking the truth?â
âYou're saying it as if I would want that. Listen to what I'm saying.â
He chuckles, shaking his head lightly. âWords are irrelevant when your eyes practically beg me to touch you.â
You know he chose a lighter version of what he would initially say. He wants to be way more explicit, but you're both dancing on the edge.
âYou think you know everything when it comes to me.â It sounds ridiculous coming out of your mouth. He doesn't appear to be offended because you both know how much he truly knows you.Â
To bring this conversation to a different topic, he chooses to ignore it and simply smiles.Â
âSo if I were to do thisââ He lightly touches the side of your neck, wrapping his hand carefully around it. You inhale shakily, not being able to control it. âWould you tell me to stop?â
He gently massages your pulse that moves under his thumb, watching goosebumps appear on your soft skin. His hand is gone before you can blink, but is soon replaced by his fingertips tracing down your neck, past your collarbone until they stop at top of your breasts.Â
âHm?â
You're not able to react. Your chest heaves, a glare fixated on him but no sound comes out of your mouth. He has you. Wrapped around his fingers, proving his point. Because of his ego and confidence, you know he's proving it to you rather than to anyone else. He can be that annoying.Â
Close to leaning toward his touch, the tip of his fingers play with the hem of your dress, occasionally and very faintly touch your skin. His other hand goes down, playing at the fabric of where your dress ends. It goes up, fabric gathering over his wrist. You shudder, mentally begging him to do more.
As if he could read your mind, his eyes look up without having to move his head, dark sinister spark in them. When he doesn't see you protesting, merely making sure of your current state, he does not waste a second and pulls the top hem of your dress. Revealing your breasts, he sucks in breath at the perked nipples. His hold on the dress tightens and within seconds, his mouth is wrapped around your nipple.
âFuck.â you moan, throwing your head back as you arch into him.
He's like a starving man, perhaps he is from the stupid condition you've made up, but so are you. The other hand grasps the back of your thigh, molding his fingers into your skin as if he wants to leave as many imprints as he can.Â
Teeth grazing your teeth, he wraps his hand around your neck once more and makes you look at him. You just stare at each other, not an ounce of shame written on your faces. Your noses touch, your mouth already opened as small gasps similar to moans escape. You beg him to kiss you.Â
He doesn't.Â
Instead, he drops down to his knees and before you know it, his hands disappear underneath your dress and shamelessly pull down your only piece of underwear. Once that's done, he hoists up your leg over his shoulder and dives in right away. You can barely grab the edge of the sink counter and balance yourself on it, before his mouth is on you.Â
âJungkookââ
You swear you hear him chuckle, but you're too distracted by the shots of pleasure he's attacking you with. He shows no mercy. Fingers wrapped in his hair, you tug onto his roots as he moans against you.Â
Nobody does it like you.Â
While that thought normally scares you, now you're fucking grateful he's the one that's between your legs.Â
You come embarrassingly fast, trying to keep yourself silent from moaning and embarrassingly so, you have no idea whether you've succeeded or not. Jungkook fucks you through it with his mouth, stopping just at the right time as he pulls away.
Lips swollen and red, eyes drinking you up, he effortlessly stands up. âWas this anything relatively close to where your mind was?â
It was far dirtier but there's nothing to be disappointed about. When it comes to orgasm and Jungkook, he never disappoints.Â
âI can't complain.â you breathe out, watching how he pulls up your dress and covers your breasts to give you at least some kind of modesty.Â
It's a single detail, one he never had to do and you never fully noticed â but no matter what, Jungkook always looks out for you. A blunt apology wants to come out, for numerous reasons of the misunderstanding of your own fears and good intentions, but Jungkook takes a few steps back.Â
âChange your clothes, I will wait outside.â he says, quickly changing his own before leaving you up to it.Â
You turn around, not being able to let go of the counter as you grip it harder and stare at your face. He didn't even go all the way and you look like you've had the time of your life.Â
Once again, you and Jungkook have succumbed to your desires and broken the only condition you've had for this vacation. It should leave you disappointed and perhaps you are little, but you're definitely satisfied for the time being.Â
At least until you have to walk out of the door and face the storm in the form of your best friend.Â
Your knees and hands have stopped buckling by the time you've changed into dry clothes. Nothing screams more than a tourist wearing an oversized shirt with a huge label saying âI love Hawaiiâ, an image of a red heart replacing the word love. It's something you would've worn to bed to sleep in â or at the beach to cover up the least â not parading yourself in it in public.Â
The sense of fashion is the last of your worries or things on your mind though.Â
Jungkook has waited outside of the door, guarding it safely. After his sudden leave, you did not lock the door which could be a terrible mistake if Jungkook wasn't there to make sure no one walks in. Somehow, you knew he was right behind that door.
The walk toward the rest of the group is spent in silence. As if his mouth wasn't all over your private areas. The memory of it makes an excitement bubble in your stomach, even though it should probably be at least a hint of some kind of regret.Â
You do not regret the act itself. Mostly, it's just you being so weak to prevent it.Â
Maya would surely get the baggage off your shoulders, supporting this wild decision. But she just doesn't get it.Â
Simple walk to find your newfound friends â or whatever you would call them â makes you miss your real friends. You wonder how things would go if they were here.Â
Maybe it's just your stupid naivety of believing that it would be different. No matter what, it seems you and Jungkook always find your way to each other â intimately speaking.Â
One thing's for sure.Â
Jungkook has confronted you. There's truth to both sides.Â
Of course the man can have anyone he points his finger at. It was your foolishness to think this vacation was the perfect chance at it. Selfishly, you might've done it more for yourself than for him.Â
And what if you would meet someone as well?Â
It would certainly make things easier. The decision would be way easier too.
Gabriel is handsome. Hot and charming. Practically the perfect package for a vacation hook-up. And as much as would be leant toward maybe kissing him at least, you can't do that when Jungkook is right there.Â
Once you find them, the mood is sour between you and you're not even trying to hide it. Maybe it's the lack of smile and a big portion of silence that makes them notice it. No one comments on it. In fact, you don't think it's worth being commented on.Â
Their positivity and good mood continues to be unaffected.
âWe dodged the whole frozen yogurt, heard there are these best waffles somewhere around here with fresh fruit. Wanna go there instead?â Gabriel is the first one to ask, eyes finding your figure as soon as you approach them.
In this heat, sweet food or a snack is the least of your cravings.Â
âI'm actually not hungry at all,â you respond, feeling guilty for not being up for this idea.Â
Gabriel looks confused for a moment, certainly remembering you were all up for frozen yogurt just a few minutes ago. Like the gentleman he is, he doesn't question you but you can see the questions running inside his head.Â
Maybe he doesn't want to do it in front of his friends.Â
âThe heat is killing me.â you add, trying to save it.
He nods, glancing toward the man next to you who hasn't made a move to⌠move. âJungkook?â
âI already had a dessert.â he comments, shamelessly staring at the side of your face.
Eyes almost bulging out, you keep your calm and try to not react. Even though Jungkook has not worded it out weirdly to give anyone a big suspicion, it's you and your guilt that makes it think it's so obvious. You wish you could glare at him, but you know there are eyes on you.
âWe stopped by the fruit stand, so we had that on our way here.â you lie, straight through your teeth and even though you could be defined as the worst liar ever, this lie comes out sweet and believable. But it's Gabriel's eyes that continue to stare and watch you like you're the biggest open book.Â
Fuck.
âYeah, the fruit here tastes nice.â Jungkook continues and you do everything in your power not to smack him across that bratty mouth. Mouth you wish you could have kissed.Â
You give him a look, but he just cocks his brow at you. âYeah, Jungkook came up with this ideaââ
âDid I?â
You glare at him, âAnywayâsorry, I know we wanted to go there together.â
âIt's fine,â Gabriel laughs, âWe're still gonna get it. You guys are still going with us, right?â
âYeah, sure!â you force yourself to smile, joining Gabriel as you feel Jungkook's burning gaze on your back.Â
That's until you hear Nara's voice behind you, making a casual conversation between them and diverting his attention elsewhere.Â
Once the sun is slowly setting down, you part ways and go back to the beach house in silence. No difference happens once you're inside, just the two of you.Â
The past two hours spent with people you've met here felt like a torture. That's what you at least thought until you and Jungkook continued to pass by each other as you two are getting ready. Comically enough, not to go somewhere together but with different people.
He kept his word and accepted Nara's offer to go out tonight. Whether he's doing this to piss you off or because he wants to is unknown to you. Perhaps there was a slight hope that you two would just come to an agreement to cancel and go somewhere together. Even staying inside would be enough.
Once Nara asked Jungkook if their plan is still on and Jungkook so shamelessly confirmed, all the hope left as soon as it came. Gabriel has done the same with you and there was nothing other for you to do, then to agree.
It's a pure comedy. If there was a third person just watching the two of you, they would have the time of their life. Somehow you can imagine Taehyung here, sitting on the couch as he judges you two but stays entertained throughout the entire time.
After taking a shower, you end up doing your make-up in the living room with the smallest mirror you've brought on this vacation. Your previous plan of doing it in the bathroom where there is a massive mirror has failed as soon as Jungkook uttered his need to use the shower as well.Â
You're not sure if he's done it on purpose, but he sure as hell took his time there. You're putting on the lipstick when he finally decides to get out of there.
Both of you stop.
He's wearing an all white â button-up with shorts that reach just above his knees. Shorts you didn't even know he owns. He looks elegant, yet casual just for the hot weather even though there's a slight darkness outside. His slicked back hair definitely helps.
Jungkook's eyes fall down on your figure. You're wearing a simple short black dress but the gold necklace and red lipstick adds a pinch of sexiness to it. None of you are overdressed or could win the outfit of the year, yet you can't keep eyes off each other.Â
You're the first one to break it, standing up and tidying up your make-up stuff that's all over the table, but not before raising a provocative brow at him. He scoffs as he walks past you without any word, his cologne the only thing left and lingering. Out of his sight, you close your eyes and breathe out the gathered breath in your lungs.Â
The two of you leave at the same time, in different directions to different people.
The restaurant where Gabriel has taken you is nice and they have a variety of food on their menu. You have a nice view of the beach and sea which adds points in your imaginary review of this place. You've got to be honest â Gabriel definitely went out his way to invite you here.
He doesn't mention his friend â Nara â not even once and while you're not sure if you want to hear the reminder of her hanging out with Jungkook at the moment, you hope you won't bump into each other. You feel bad.Â
You listen and talk to him, but your mind is all over the place. You should've known you won't be able to enjoy tonight if there's someone you've fought with. And with Jungkook out of all people.Â
At least the food is nice.
After two hours of good dinner and dessert, and a few glasses of wine, Gabriel decides to walk you back to the beach house. You're not stupid to decline it, especially at night. Before that you decide to take a quick walk down the beach.
âSo, what are you saying? Was the dinner that bad?â
You give him a look, chuckling. âDid it meet your expectations of getting to know me?â
Now he's the one who laughs. âYeah,â he nods. âKinda makes it hard for me to go back to Italy.â
You raise your brow, smirking. âSo you're saying you're not going where I go?â
He laughs at your joke, âI'm thinking of it.â
âYeah, sure.â you laugh, âOne dinner is all it took?â
âYou're special.â
And you're more likely looking for a hook-up, you think. You both know there's no future to this.Â
âI am special?â you snicker, âIs that what you say to all the girls?â
âIs it working?â he teases.
âNah, it takes more effort when it comes to me.âÂ
He stops in his tracks which causes you to do the same. He stares, eyes dropping down your lips and red lights flare in your mind. Knowing what it most likely means, you quickly turn away.Â
âCome on, I'm so full I could fall asleep.â
Cringing at yourself, Gabriel follows and doesn't seem to be shaken up from it. He continues to talk and the mood is pretty much loosen up, which has been from the beginning. You had a good time and it went better than you expected it to.Â
Gabriel doesn't try to kiss you and you bid goodbye with a casual hug, both of you understanding that nothing will come out of this.Â
The lights are on as you open the unlocked door, meaning that Jungkook is already back. It seems like he just came as he came out of the bathroom, surprised to see you there.Â
âHow was your date?â he asks, looking away from you in a second.
âIt wasn't a date.â you clarify which makes him snicker. âWhat? It wasn't.â
âAn Italian guy wants to make plans with you, alone. You might be right, it's not about a date at all.â
You give him an offensive look, âAre you insinuating that all I'm good for is a hook-up?â
âNo, don't twist up my words.â He immediately stops your mind to go somewhere his mind doesn't even get close to. âI'm insinuating that a guy from freaking Italy suddenly shows his interest in you, when you live across the world.â
You frown, watching him reach for a glass of whiskey you haven't noticed before. He's not drunk but what he is, is confidently smirking in your face as if he knows everything. Well, he's not too far off. Gabriel wants to have fun and while he seems to be a decent human being, he's not about to move to a country to be with you. You wouldn't expect him to anyway.
âBut you're right,â He purses his lips, the rim of the glass almost touching it as he lets out the tiniest chuckle that's supposed to be hidden. âHe's probably wanting to marry you.â
He's provocating you. The plans have not turned out the way you both wanted to â but it is what it is. Your curiosity almost kills you and your impatient-self wants to ask him about this date, or whatever it was. This is a game, you realize.Â
And you won't let him have that satisfaction of you asking.Â
âHe wanted to kiss me tonight.â you inform him.
You watch him take a sip, pursing his lips right after as you slowly watch him swallow down the hard liquor. âI'm sure he wanted to do much more.â
Is that a jealousy you hear?Â
No one has quite peaked your interest regarding this matter. Judging by Jungkook's confidence, he knows that.Â
âNext time I will let him kiss me. Maybe then he will want to marry me eventually.â You give him a false smile, stopping right beside him as he wants you with a clenched jaw.Â
Not giving him a chance to respond, you walk away with confident steps into the bedroom. The door closes and your back meets the wood. You can feel your heart in your neck, all the facade of confidence and peace leaves and you softly bang your head against it.Â
What you said was completely stupid. You don't want to kiss Gabriel. In fact, the thought of it is nowhere near as exciting as one would expect it to be. Both of you know that the second part was only said to piss him off and prove a point.Â
The questions areâŚ
Will you let him kiss you next time?
Did or will Jungkook kiss someone else in here?
The ongoing battle that you're in the middle of has not ended.Â
Both sleeping at the very both ends, as far away from each other as possible, has been a good way to start the day. It's not like you expected to cuddle during the night.Â
That's not what friends do, your mind wants to say. But you've crossed that line too many times. You're not the typical friends either, that ship has sailed a long time ago.Â
You shouldn't have pushed him away. It's too late to take it back. For a moment you think of coming to Jungkook, apologize and somehow talk yourself out of this impossible battle you're in. You're willing to take all the blame for it.Â
However, that's all gone as soon as you hear Jungkook calling with who you assume is Nara, his tone sweet and sounding exciting as they make plans for today. You stand there, making yourself a coffee as you try not to listen to their ridiculous conversation. How can you not?Â
Jungkook sits right behind you, even if you didn't want to listen â it's impossible for you not to. He knows that. He knows you're listening. You're the one who has come in the middle of their conversation.
The call ends after a minute, your coffee ready but your mind isn't when you turn around and face the devil. You've seen him from the corner of your eyes when you entered the kitchen area, but nothing prepares you for the shirtless Jungkook. His hair isn't messy, he seems to be well put and from the looks of it, he came out of the shower not that long ago.Â
He cocks his brow at you, questioning your stare making your features harden. âHaving a date today?â
You painfully watch the way the corner of his mouth slowly lifts up as he chuckles. âCareful, you start to sound jealous.â
âMe? Don't be ridiculous,â you scoff, âWhere is she from again? Doesn't she live across the world?â
Jungkook features lighten up with pure amusement as you use his words against him. âAt least I can admit this is a date.â
âI simply hung out with a guy. We never stated it's a date.â you point out, knowing it sounds silly but Gabriel just wanted to get to know you. You never officially called it a date.
Jungkook stands up, grabbing his empty plate as he gives you another one of his snickers. âBe in denial all you want.â
âYou know what?â He raises his brow in question, too close to you as he reaches to put the plate into the sink. âI'm not gonna spend this morning arguing with you. If I wanted it to be a date, I would make it perfectly clear to him.â
He smiles, but there's nothing sweet about it. âA date or a chance for a hook-up. I don't see the difference.â
He does. Jungkook has always been the dating type rather than the hook-up one. Your two friends have taken that label since forever. But obviously, he's not talking about himself.Â
Suddenly, the air becomes thick and you stare right into his dark eyes. He's hovering over you, his scent luring you in as his eyes dance across your face. âMaybe you should take your own advice.â
He pulls away, giving you a chance to breathe again as you quickly recover. âYeah? And what would that be?â
Jungkook grabs his phone and looks at you across his shoulder. âYou should meet new people.â
Your mouth opens and you stare for a moment before you scoff, âIf I wanted to date, I would already have like hundreds of boyfriends. The same goes if I was looking for a hook-up.â
âGood for you.â he calls out bitterly, leaving you in the kitchen with a fuming gaze and burning heart.Â
But you realize one thing. How selfish you've just sounded. Jungkook has told you the same thing.Â
If any of you wanted that, you could've easily done so. Yet your reason for saying it to him and what ultimately started this argument, is completely different.
Jungkook is a dick.Â
He has left for his date or whatever the fuck it is, and has left you alone in the house even without asking whether you have plans or not. You know your relationship right now is not at its best stage, but little consideration could not hurt. Especially since he's always been caring and considerate no matter how much your relationship has taken a different turn.Â
It's one of the reasons why you desperately wanted to move on. Throw your past away and come back to the friendship you've known since the beginning. It leaves you agreeing that your original intention has come from a good place.
Luckily, Gabriel seems to show interest in you, still, after the little rejection you've given him after his attempt to kiss you. He comes to you a little after you come to the beach to just lay there. He's been there with his friends since this morning â at their usual spot. Nara is nowhere in sight and much to your distaste, you know who's she with.Â
So once Gabriel invites you to hang out with them, you agree and would rather spend your alone time in a company of many people, than to dwell all alone about your decisions in life. He keeps you entertained and busy, away from your haunting thoughts. UntilâŚ
âNara is with your friend. You know where they went?âÂ
You sit at a bar, drinking lemonade in this burning weather and you're thankful for the sunglasses you're wearing, so he's not about to see the tiniest roll of your eyes. âNo idea. He forgot to mention.â
In the morning which is the last time you've seen him. He just left you to be with another woman, in a foreign country. You know you can call him anytime. Even now â no matter what your relationship looks like, he would be here in a second if you called and needed him. But still â you're mad he just left without saying anything. Deep down you know that's not the only thing that irritates you.Â
âNara fancies him a lot.â
So? You want to say. What are you supposed to do with this information?
âReally?â You're trying to sound surprised. But even Gabrielâ who had so little time to get to know you â catches onto the tone and laughs. âIt's pretty obvious.â You try to save it by simply stating.Â
âShe did ask him to go out again today. From what I know, she was never the one who asked someone out.â
âWhere does she live again?â you ask, taking a sip off a lemonade trying to quench the fire inside you.Â
âSpain.â
âIt's not like there's any future to it.â
Gabriel stays silent and just stares, while you continuously take innocent sips. âActually, Nara has applied for some modeling jobs in Korea.â
He's definitely not talking about North Korea, unfortunately that's unrealistic.
âOh,â
Well, fuck. This just gave a completely different turn of event.
Considering your luck, she probably applied to your modeling agency as well. Many foreigners do. You just hope no one will mention it. Not to be a bitch, but you can imagine someone asking you to help her to get in. That's beyond your competency. But you could always mention her to Junho.
Oh my god. Jungkook has worked there too. He probably has saved your boss' number. While you think Jungkook wouldn't cross that invisible line you've set, he's always trying to help and save the day.
âListen, how about I take you out for dinner tonight?â
That's⌠shocking.
After the last time you ended things, you thought he gave up. But you should've known better. It seems guys like him barely give up.
âWhat's else for us to do?â he chuckles, not really waiting for an answer but it still comes.
âWhat do you mean?â
He looks at you, reaching for his drink as his shoulders relax. âOur friends are meeting with each other almost every day.â
The taste of your non-alcoholic drinks becomes bitter on the tip of your tongue, just as much as your mood does. âAs far as I know, you've got other friends here.â
âBut none of them are you.â
Smooth. The little smirk you give him tells him everything. He's aware of his smooth delivery of compliments. You've got to give it to him â he knows his way around girls.Â
It's not like you have anything else to do. Jungkook seems to be busy and does not care what you do here anymore. And Gabriel's company is nice. If it's true what he said about Nara coming to Korea, there's a bigger chance of them making future plans together. And as much as this thought leaves the most bitter taste on your tongue, you'll leave that move for Jungkook to make.Â
After all, that's what you wanted for him and who are you to stand in his way.Â
Purposely not verbally reacting to Gabriel's flirting, you shrug and lean in your seat. âDinner sounds perfect.â
Legs resting on top of the coffee table, Gossip Girl plays in the background as you mindlessly pop grapes in your mouth. Maybe you're silently imagining it's Jungkook whom you're crushing between your teeth.Â
After spending almost the full day with Gabriel and then the rest of his friends, you've come to the beach house finding it completely empty. It looks exactly where it's left off and you're embarrassed to admit that you've checked Jungkook's things to see if they've moved. And perhaps he was here. They haven't, which only meant one thing â Jungkook hasn't come here yet.
Sooner than later, the door opens and there he is.Â
He does not seem surprised to see you there â almost as if he knew you wouldn't be anywhere else. You give him that much satisfaction of looking at him once he arrives, acknowledging his late arrival. You hate what you do but it has its own purpose. And that is the single glare you give him.Â
You feel like a mother, silently scolding her child for coming home late.Â
He goes for a shower right away and you battle with thoughts of him, erasing the traces of possible sex on his skin. He comes back after a few minutes, wearing just his boxers with wet hair. You want to scold him for walking around like that, but that would be slightly selfish for numerous reasons. Is he torturing you on purpose?
He joins you on the couch, not questioning your choice of TV show as he knows you've previously seen it. As he sits down, you can't hold it back and just come straight to the point.Â
âWill you help her?â
Your gaze is focused on the TV screen, but you feel his own burning the side of your face. âHuh?â
âNara.â
He just stares which causes you to look at him and roll your eyes at him. âShe applied for modeling agencies in Korea.â
âKorea is huge,â he says after a moment. âAnd how do you even know that?â
âGabriel told me.â You try to not sound too proud.
âWhen?â he asks confusingly. âShe told me just today.â
He's questioning if you've known this information sooner but never told him.Â
This time you inform him with a smug face. âHe told me today as well.â
The revelation that you haven't spent your day here alone is out. He is unreadable. He just watches you, almost as if he wants to make sure you're not making this up. Too bad for him. You're not making anything up and this time you're not too shy to show how proud you are for it.Â
âWhat? You thought I was here all alone while you went on a date?âÂ
It's a purposeful jab, one that leads to nothing but disaster but you don't care. You're mad and annoyed. And now he knows why. Yet he doesn't make any effort to make an excuse for himself.Â
âYou brought him here?âÂ
First of all â you're not sure what would be so bad about it, even if you brought him here. But then it clicks. Jungkook has his own assumptions and bringing a guy here, while you're all alone could mean different things. Your skin is moisturized and you smell like your shower gel, which means you've left the shower not that long ago.
Perhaps it could be considered as disrespectful if you indeed brought him into a house, Jungkook rented and is a space for you two. You could understand that.
If the roles were reversed and you found out he brought Nara here â well⌠the thought of it doesn't sit well with you. But what does, when it comes to her?
âNo, he asked me out after you so kindly left me here to go on your stupid date.â you huff out, standing up and forgetting about your TV show. The controller is tossed on the couch as you leave without looking at him.Â
Your steps lead to the bathroom where there's a slight trace of foggy mirror left after Jungkook's shower. Mentally groaning at the scent of him dominating in the room, you reach toward the sink faucet in a desperate need to freshen up your burning face.
You don't get to turn the water on as Jungkook is in your tracks, a burning gaze aimed at you. âYou seemed to have solved it pretty quickly.â
Realizing he meant your accusation of leaving you to go on a date, you scoff.Â
âI wasn't about to sit here and sulk, waiting like a dog for you. If that's what you were planning for me to do.â
âI wasn't planning that,â he states, even though he wants to be just as mad for some reason. âI wasn't planning on being out until now.â
âWell, you were!â you exclaim.Â
âSorry.â
âSorry? Is that all you've got to say?â
He leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. âWhat am I supposed to say?â
âYou know what? Nothing. Say nothing.â you fume, forgetting your dumb purpose in the bathroom anyway as you rush to get past him. But as soon as you get close, his hand around your wrist stops you.Â
The touch is electrifying, sadly not in an awful way and you hate how your body reacts to him naturally. âDid you at least have fun?â you scoff.
âWould you be mad if I said I did?â
You almost cry, like a child but the anger inside you is bigger than anything else and you shake his hold on you. âAnd did you have fun?â
âLots of it.â you spit the words at him.
You both stare into each other's eyes, the anger screaming out of them and yet the question you want to ask is unspoken.
âGood.â
âGoodnight Jungkook.â you murmur, walking away and quickening up the pace before you can do something you really want to, but would regret later.Â
One would think that after yesterday's exchange of pitiful words, you two would have solved it or at least tried to voice the problem here. It seems there is not enough pity and when the two of you want to, you could be the biggest pity bitches.
âMilk?â
Side-eyed look toward Jungkook, having two bowls of cereal ready and awaiting your answer. âI can make myself breakfast.â
âMilk?â he asks through his teeth, causing you to roll your eyes behind his back as you sit down.
âYes.â
Whether this is his way of saying sorry for yesterday or not is unknown and you're not about to investigate it. You mutter a silent thank you once the bowl is set in front of you and you two dig into your breakfast without any other sort of conversation.Â
The rest of the morning goes like this. One word communication which seems almost like a challenge. Phones are your best friend but both of you are stubborn to talk. You swim in the pool for the first time since you're here, enjoying the sun warming your skin as Jungkook goes for his morning jog and comes back an hour later.
You're playing quiet house, so it seems.Â
As the day goes, it's more than clear that both of you have plans tonight. Separate plans.Â
Jungkook's phone goes off and he goes inside to take the call, after joining you in the pool. Trying to keep your nerves to yourself, you've had to endure his presence (lack of clothed presence). You went to rest on a beach chair while he swam. PAIN.
It's close to dinner time and you both get ready. Unlike Jungkook, you spend more time in the bathroom to do your hair and make-up, which he so âkindlyâ reminds you every time he wants to take a shower or goes to grab something there.Â
The air is thick and it has nothing to do with the scent of hairspray and your fragrance.Â
None of you ask what's your plan for tonight. But both of you can tell. No details though.
âYou done here?â
You stop in the middle of putting your lipstick on as you give him a look, âDoes it look like it?â
Ignoring the attitude in your tone, Jungkook comes up to the mirror and by doing that, he moves you to the side. He almost causes the lipstick to meet your cheek and you can tell, you almost see a smirk curling his lips.Â
âDon't look at me like that. You've been here for a long time.â he says without sparing you a glance.
While you watch from the side with an open mouth and disbelief written on your face, he easily grabs his hair gel and starts doing his own hair. You fume, snatching your make-up bag and stomping away to finish what you haven't had the chance to â thanks to Jungkook.Â
By the time you're done, Jungkook has left without saying another word. You haven't even heard him leaving and you feel pathetic as you search him around the house, all while trying to look for something. Turns out there's no one here and he has left. First and again.Â
Luckily, Gabriel texts you not that long after and proposes a short walk. He doesn't want to reveal the restaurant location but he had to make a reservation, which already sounds fancy as it is. You're hungry and considering you're not in your best state, still fuming, you decide not to complain. First of all, it's not polite at all.
Gabriel is trying and just because you're in a mood to be a bitch, doesn't mean he's the one who deserves it. At least there's some sort of self-reflection happening.Â
And two, maybe it's a good idea to walk around a bit to come to different thoughts. Plus, you will eat more by the time you arrive at the restaurant.Â
He has cleaned up nicely, catching female eyes as you walk around for a few minutes. The walk has been short, just enough to make a casual conversation until you arrive.
The restaurant is located on a pier, waiters all wearing fancy white shirts and slacks â a difference from all the shirts with Hawaiian motifs and skin showing.Â
As you're led to your table, you notice there's not a single table free and tonight it's fully packed.
âWhat is this place?â you ask as soon as the waiter hands you menus and leaves after.Â
âIt's the most famous restaurant on this island.â
Your mouth opens and then it closes again. âAre you insane?â
He laughs, staring at you fondly as if you haven't been too bold with your words. âThis is what I like about you.â
âWhat,â
âYour honesty,â he hums, âIt's refreshing. You don't try to woo me.â
âWhy would I woo you?â you ask, genuinely curious but again, it comes out a little bluntly which causes him to laugh again.Â
âOuch,â he jokes, holding his chest as you stare at him across the table. âYou're in this world to punish men for their overly huge egos.â
You purse your lips, âI'm not in this world for men, first of all.â
âTechnically, you are thanks to one.â
Your nose scrunches up which causes him to laugh again. âThat's besides the point.â
âSo is there anyone who's been trying to woo you instead?â
âBesides you, no. Not at the moment.â
He cracks another laughter, âTouchĂŠ. I deserved that.â
Giggling, you shake your head at your conversation.
âSo tell meââ His words drift away because in the midst of your laughter, you spot someone entering your line of vision.
The world could not be any more cruel at the moment. There they are.Â
Jungkook and Nara enter the pier as they're seated by the waiter, just like you were minutes ago. Jungkook, the gentleman he is, pulls out the chair for her as she giggles with a bright smile. Clearly wooed herself by the sweet gesture.Â
âYou've got to be kidding me.â you mutter so silently, that you're sure Gabriel can't make the words out but it's enough to silence him as he follows your gaze.Â
He turns around and lets out a surprised, but light sound.Â
âOh, I guess me and your friend think alike.â
You try hard not to make a sour expression as you clear your throat. âLet's not interrupt them. What were you saying?â
âIs there someone waiting for you? Back in Seoul?â
âI told you, I'm single.â you chuckle.
âI know, but that doesn't mean there's not someone who's ready to fight for you.â
Your fingers stop clicking and you gulp.Â
âSo you're telling me there's no one in your life? Not even recently?â
It's like he can see there's something on your mind. You decide to come up with half of the truth. It's not like you'll see him again.
âThereâIt wasn't a relationship, more like a relationship of convenienceââ
âSo, a hook-up partner, right?â
Lips in a straight line, you hum in confirmation. âYeah, whatever. We ended it, so it felt like a good decision to come here and just relax. Come to different thoughts.â
Cominically enough, you came here with a person you're currently talking about. The one who's sitting just a few tables from you two.
God, you sound so stupid. Of course, you're not telling Gabriel the whole truth. The purpose of coming here with Jungkook was to enjoy it, strengthen your friendship â the previous one you've had. You had an agreement.Â
Somehow, you end up arguing thanks to you and it gets all twisted.
âWell, I know you were supposed to come here with your friends. So I understand why you would do that.â
âIt's not just because of that. We were planning this for months. It was supposed to be a friends' vacation.â
He hums in understanding and doesn't get the opportunity to speak, as the waiter comes back and asks for your order. After you've ordered your meal, Gabriel leans back and studies you for a short moment. Just before you're about to ask about his lingering gaze and its purpose behind it, he speaks.Â
âYou're not really looking for a relationship, are you?â
Your brows shoot up at the unexpected question. For a while, you're not sure how to answer and your face says it all. In the end, you shrug and voice your confusion. âWhat's with the sudden question?â
âI apologize,â he smiles, âI had to voice my curiosity and I wonder if I was right.â
You lean back, fingers clicking against the table. âI'm not against it. If it comes, I welcome it.â
âHm,â he hums. âSo no hard break-up?â
âWhy do you think so?â
âI don't know, there's just something about you that I can't seem to crack.â
âSometimes some things aren't meant to be cracked.â you tell him, making him smile at the possible truth.Â
âSometimes,â he agrees. âI'm sorry if I seem to be nosy.â
âNo, it's okay. Trust me, I win when it comes to curiosity.â you admit with a silent laugh.Â
âI travel a lot, so I don't really have enough time to properly date. No woman wants a man who's ten months out of the country out of the year.â
âWhat do you do again?â
âContent creator.â
âOh, so you're an influencer?âÂ
He laughs, âNot really. I do write for a traveling blog.â
âMaybe you'll find someone you can date and travel with.â
âUnfortunately, you don't seem that kind of person.â
You laugh, âI do enjoy Seoul. It's home by now.â
It doesn't take a genius to realize that the only contact he gets through women is mostly by hooking-up. Though, by the look of it it seems that maybe he's longing for something more stable and serious.Â
âYou know, this time I'm here for a good vacation. No work. No writing.â
âThat's great. I'm assuming all that traveling is tiring.â
âIt is. I enjoy it and I love my job. But I came here to maybe come to new thoughts.â he explains.Â
The waiter brings you your food shortly after. There's no awkward silence during eating, you keep a slightly lighter conversation as Gabriel remains nothing but a gentleman. You would lie if you said you're purposely focusing your gaze on the plate, rather than on Gabriel fearing your eyes would wander somewhere they should not.Â
You don't care. Maybe they noticed you and clearly decided not to interrupt you as well. Or maybe there's still that awkward awaiting of them noticing. Sipping on a drink, in a hope it will bring you to different thoughts and help you relax a little bit more.Â
The reason for your slight discomfort doesn't need to be named.Â
âYou assumed, I've been through a break-up. Why?â you ask, curious as he seems taken back.
âI asked more than assumed,â he corrects. You don't seem to be buying that statement but remain silent. âAt first I thought you're not interested in me, particularly. But I get a feeling you're just not interested in general.â
âWhy's that?â
Yes. He might be right. You're not necessarily trying to search for someone. But you don't get a feeling as if you were against it.
âLet me be bold here.â
âPlease.â you encourage him.
âThere are men who can't keep their eyes off you. And I simply noticed by spending time with you.â
You give him a doubtful look which he quickly disregards by shaking his head.
âMen are men.â you simply tell him.
He makes a disapproving sound. âThere are hundreds of women at the beach, but the majority of them stare at you.â
âOkay, now you're just giving me a compliment.â
âI am not,â he laughs gently, âI could but I guess it is a compliment when there are men thirsting over you.â
âLike I said. Men are men. They're thirsting over anything that wears a bikini.â
âThatâcan be true. But my point still stands.â
You clear your throat, âOkay. Maybe I'm not completely in a place where I'm searching for a relationship. I never hid that.â
âOf course. But that's why I just tried to prove my point why I think you're not interested.â
You stay silent for a second. He's technically a stranger but it seems as if you were having this conversation with a friend. You don't feel uncomfortable and there's no need for you to get defensive over this topic. He's wondering and that's fine.Â
âIt wasn't a relationship. Just a hooking-up type of one and we ended it. So I just need to get things back how they were.â
And comically enough, the person who's a part of this is sitting just right over there. Even though Gabriel seems to notice quite a few things, Jungkook and your history with him seems to be oblivious to him.
Why do you care?
You've been trying to keep it a secret as long as possible until it got out. So what if he knows the truth? It's not like you'll see him again â most likely. You don't need anyone to judge you two or look at you differently. You definitely don't need any more insights into this matter than your friends have delivered.Â
Your own mind is a mess.
And on top of it, Jungkook and you are on edge.Â
The mention of him causes you to look up. And fuck. What a mistake you make.Â
You meet Jungkook's gaze, the intense color in them burning even from this distance as he's already looking at you. Your breath hitches in the most subtle way. While you stare shocked that he has noticed you, his brows are pinched together.
He's not exactly pleased to find you here.Â
Nara sits on the opposite side of the table, so all you can see is her back but she seems to be saying something to him. Jungkook reaches for the glass of wine and takes a few sips, eyes not leaving yours.Â
Then he's the first one to look away. That tiny detail affects you more than you're able to admit and you almost fume when the frown disappears from his face. You watch it all. His features relax as he talks to her back, obviously listening to her even though his eyes were elsewhere. Even that is kind of annoying.Â
Nara gently throws her head back and giggles almost so loudly, that you hear some of it. With the most burning eyes you watch Jungkook smile and let out the prettiest gentle laugh.
âAre you okay?â
You quickly avert your gaze to Gabriel. âYeah.â
âThought I already bore you.â
You push out a laugh, wishing Jungkook is looking. But once your eyes stupidly wander back to him â he actually is looking.Â
You make sure Jungkook sees the tiny provoking movement upwards of your lips. And he does. His eyes narrow, addressing the glare to you and only you.
âNo, I'm starting to have a lot of fun.â
Gabriel's and yours glasses clink together comically in a synchronized way. But the only ones who seem to be on the same wavelength and having an idea â are you and Jungkook.
a/n: F-IâN-A-L-L-Y! believe it or not, nobody wanted to get this chapter out more than me! if you've been around and reading some of the asks, you probably know life got crazy and busy! as always, I'm super grateful to everyone who's been patient for me and cheering on me whether it was online or offline ⥠to every person who's been harassing me on the internet over an update, this one's not for you. I see you and I'm not interested. I've said this in one of my asks â you never know what someone goes through offline and what could possibly be the reason of their lack of activity.
on another note, this chapter should've had more scenes and so much more was supposed to happen, but from obvious reasons I've decided to post it in the end because I still think it's a good chapter. anyway, I hope you'll like it just as much as I liked it when I was writing it (no matter how much time it took me đĽ´) all the love goes to you guys!
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Stacyâs Mom Has Got It Goinâ On ËĚŁĚŁ áľĚŁĚŁĚŁĚŁĚŁĚŁ
Pairing: Husband!Rafe Cameron x Soccer-mom!Wife!Reader
Itâs not easy being a soccer-mom, especially when dads hit on you at every game as if youâre not married to Rafe.
Wc: 1,596
Fluff, Protective Rafe making an appearance, kinda pushy guy (idk what to say)
An: Iâve really wanted to write a fic based on this song, and this idea randomly popped into my head so! Am I using the names I wanna name my kids? Yes, yes I am.
Not proofread tbh
Feedback always appreciated lovelies!! xx
âIâll be back, âmkay doll?â
You hum in acknowledgement, eyes peering back at the field after looking up.
Your husband, Rafe leant down and places a firm kiss on your forehead.
âYeahhh, Daddyâs gonna be back, baby.â Rafe coos at your two year old, who was sitting on your lap, babbling freely while peering at him with her big doe eyes.
Rafe walks off the bleachers; in search of the concession stand to buy food for the three of you.
You brush your hand over your young daughterâs head, making sure her somewhat oversized hat is still covering her head entirely. Her hand wraps around your index finger.
It was oddly humid today, if you continued moving, youâd break a slight sweat. You can't even imagine what your daughter -Stacy must be feeling, running around on the large grassy field under the beaming bright sun.
You were proud of your baby girl though, nonetheless. And so was Rafe, of course.
You shout loudly when you notice the game is about to start, bellowing out a âGo Stacy!â
Stacyâs eyes easily found yours, for you and Rafe would always sit in the same spot on the bleachers.
Her eyes were slightly wide due to your shout, despite you and Rafe always cheering for her during her games.
Sheâs motioning for you to âshhâ, putting her fingers to her lips before getting into her position.
âWhich oneâs yours?â You hear to the left of you, the unknown voice makes you tear your eyes away from the field.
You smile shortly at the unfamiliar man next to you, âNumber 22.â
You canât help but notice how heâs rather scruffy looking, an odd contrast to your upkept husband with his neatly buzzed hair.
âMineâs number 13.â He says, flashing his teeth at you.
You gasp and shoot up a little, making you look down at your daughter on your lap. âValerieâs yours? Oh sheâs just the sweetest!â
The man chuckles, looking deeply in your eyes. This makes your eyebrows raise, slightly in confusion, but mostly in discomfort.
He hadnât done anything out of the norm, youâd randomly talk to the other moms around too, but something about him made you uncomfortable.
âMy name's Brandon, and yours?â
You introduce yourself briefly, before turning back towards the game.
His eyes dart to your left hand, looking for a ring, for any indication that you belong to someone else. He smiles sharply when he finds your fingers bare. This goes unnoticed by you.
Little does he know, you do have your ring on, just around your neck.
Your biggest fear was your youngest accidentally pulling off your ring, resulting in you losing it. Or, even worse: it pokes her eye or something of that nature.
You suppose you could be considered a âHelicopter-momâ at times, simply going to the extremes to make sure your kids are happy and healthy at every point in time.
Rafe is the exact same way, maybe even a little worse. But you knew he was just protective, he loves this life that he has with you, since he had no idea the two of you wouldâve been together for so long.
You had started dating Rafe when you were 18 and he was 19. It was good for the first few months, disregarding the few arguments that you had. But then, you had caught Rafe doing cocaine.
You donât think youâll ever be able to shake the look on his face from your memory.
You werenât supposed to be at the party, you said you were busy filling out college applications.
So when he was mid-line, and he saw you standing there all dolled up, watching him with glossy eyes, he felt his heart shatter into pieces.
You werenât supposed to find out, he wanted to keep this away from you, to keep you close to him.
He promised that he would try and stay sober for you, but eventually heâd give in every time the opportunity was in front of him. This resulted in several arguments, and surprisingly, a break up.
But things are different now. You both are in your 30âs, you got married, and of course, had two beautiful babies together.
Rafe knew heâd be crazy to fuck things up now, when he has the perfect life right in front of him.
Speaking of which; youâre really starting to wonder what the hell is taking him so long just to get some goddamn hotdogs and drinks.
Youâre bouncing your knee anxiously, which makes your daughter giggle. You wish she wasnât finding this amusing, but you know she canât help it.
âWell whoâs this cute girl, huh?â The man coos, tickling your daughterâs side.
âHer name is Noelle.â You huff, your mood quickly
shifting to do this stranger touching your daughter.
He lets out another chuckle, you wish you never had to hear it again. âSounds like youâre quoting Teenage Dirtbag to me.â
You give him a pointed look, youâre really getting sick of his pestering. âThatâs where I got it from.â
Abruptly, the crowd starts cheering madly. You look around and see Stacy's team celebrating briefly; they had just scored a goal.
You cheer and clap, grabbing Noelleâs chubby hands and making her raise her arms wildly while giggling with her.
âYâknow, Iâve been thinking. Maybe we could-â Before Brandon could finish his sentence, none other than Rafe Cameron comes stomping up the bleachers, huffing and puffing angrily.
He sits down and sighs, âGod, Iâm sorry babe. The line was so long! I swear Iâm going grey right now.â
âAnd I missed the goddamn play!â Rafe exclaims. He looks over at you and immediately goes quiet once he sees those wide baby eyes that look at him curiously.
âDa?â Noelle mutters, reaching her tiny hands towards Rafeâs larger ones.
âYeah. Daâs here babygirl, do you want your food? Huh sweet girl?â
Rafe hands you your food, setting his food aside so he can put Noelle in his lap. He begins to split half his hotdog in pieces for her.
You glance to the left, you notice Brandon looking like a fish out of water.
Rafe is the CEO of one of, if not the biggest business company around. And Brandon had just borderline harassed his wife, who was holding his child.
Brandon sneers at the two of you in silence while the game continues, nearly boiling at the fact that he couldnât have you.
Your head is laying on Rafeâs shoulders, youâre rubbing circles on Noelleâs shoulder as she settles down.
âEverything alright babe?â Rafe asks, trying to peer down at your face.
You untuck your necklace with your wedding ring from your shirt, fiddling with it. âYeah, now that youâre here Ray.â
Thereâs silence between the two of you for a few seconds.
ââŚWhat does that mean?â
You hesitate to answer, but you do regardless, âNothing! Itâs just uh..That guy next to me, was kinda like hassling me I guess.â
This makes Rafe straighten his back.
âHe do somethinâ to you doll?â Rafe questions in a whisper. You know you have about 30 seconds to try and calm him down before heâs banned from every soccer game left in the season.
âNo, okay? Iâm fine, itâs cool. I need you to calm down Ray.â
Rafeâs nose is flaring, âWhat about Ellie? Did he touch her?â
You feel your throat closing up, your heart is damn near pounding out of your chest.
You donât say anything to Rafe, but that look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know.
You grab his bicep, trying to keep him grounded. Even though heâs changed, some parts of him havenât.
Rafe speaks lowly in your ear, but not too much to frighten you in any way. âIâll take care of it, okay? Donât worry yâpretty little head about it.â
Rafe presses a firm kiss against your cheek, then presses a softer one to your lips.
After 30 more minutes, and 2 more goals, Stacyâs team wins.
You and Rafe cheer loudly, letting out âThatâs our baby girl!â
You meet Stacy at the bottom of the bleachers, holding Noelle in your hand as the littlest claps her hands between Stacyâs face.
Youâre too busy congratulating your daughter to notice Rafe pulling Brandon aside while his daughter, Valerie is off talking to her friends.
Rafe puts a firm hand on his shoulder, âHey man.â
Brandon lets out a nervous laugh, âHey there, Rafe Cameron, right?â
âYeah, letâs keep this short. I better not see or hear you talking to my wife again, do you hear me? I donât give a shit what happened.â
Rafe continues shortly, âAnd keep your fucking hands to yourself, if I find out you touched my either of my daughters again, I swear to God himself Iâll put you under.â
The two men are holding eye contact, one looks with confidence and borderline rage, while the other looks with fear.
Rafe walks down the bleachers, meeting you and your girls.
âYou were amazing out there sweetheart!â Rafe smiles while pulling Stacy into a bear hug.
âJesus dad, youâre crushing me!â Stacy laughs with a slight wheeze.
Rafe ruffles her hair and puts his arm around your neck.
âAll good to go?â
You nod your head, and with that, the four of you begin to walk to Rafeâs parked car.
Rafe realizes that this isnât the first time youâve been hit on at a soccer game, or anywhere in fact. And this definitely wonât be the last.
Cause everybodyâs in love with Stacyâs mom.
#leeâs writing! âá˘. ĚŤ.á˘â#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron imagine#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#outer banks#obx x reader#obx x you#outer banks imagine#Spotify
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hehehehheheheee pretty birb bf
winged bf who pick you up into their arms, gently cradling you as if you were made of glass and the finest jewelry as they tell you to âhang onâ before unfurling their wings and taking off into the sky
winged bf who show you the beauty of flying, holding you securely in his arms as you take in the way how the world below you looks so small and beautiful. who only has a gentle smile on their faces as you point out the big apartments and parks where you go to for a picnic date. who only has eyes on you as you admire the twinkling lights of the world under you
winged bf who wrap their wing around you whenever you shiver, even if it was one of those annoying sudden ghost bump things you get out of the blue. heâs still worried, let him worry for you in peaceđ
winged bf who plucks a feather out of their wing, gently tucking the soft feather into your hair, or on your jacket â wherever you want. he wants you to carry a piece of him to remind you by even though you regularly steal his clothes
winged bf who allows you to be only person to touch his wings, to care for them, to brush them, to just⌠well, touch them to your heartâs content really. he doesnât care if you put the tip of his long feather ends over your lips, mimicking a mustache, he doesnât care if you want to use it as a blanket, he doesnât care if you wanna use the ends like a cat toy in front of his face. heâll indulge in your silly shenanigans
winged bf who sheds at least once a year, filling your shared home with the old feathers. who is either smug about it or is apologetic as he helps you broom the excessive fallen feathers. at this point you could probably make a plushie or some sort of art project from the amount of feathers that he shed. to which he objects, saying these are all old and weakened feathers, offering his wing for you to pluck feathers from if you really wanna make an art project
winged bf who hides the two of you under his wing when cuddling in bed, the added layer of his own extra limb making the scene feel more intimate than it is. as if the entire world is blocked out, just a meager existence passing by as you two enjoy this moment of comfort as his wing becomes a curtain to give you two privacy
winged bf who sometimes gets too sexually frustrated and pent up with your curious hands constantly touching the place where his wing is connected to his back, the skin and muscles there are sensitive, making him jump in his seat whenever you do it to tease him
winged bf who knows that it isnât your fault. you probably donât know, you donât have a wing after all, so you donât know what it means when someone touches your wing. who only calms your worries with a forehead kiss, usually handling his problems himself
winged bf who lets out a whine into his hand, muffling the embarrassing noise as your hand wraps tighter around his cock. he was way too sensitive than usual and it was all because of your wandering hand on his wings. he probably should have explained it all to you but right now, he found his words escaping him, mind melting into a muddled mess as he finds his hands clawing at your own in desperation
winged bf who mumbles out a weak protest of being âs-sensitive! aaah⌠f-feels too senââĄď¸ sensitive! y-your haaanddâĄď¸â as his legs start to shake, staring through teary eyes as you coax out yet another climax out of him. his tip an angry cherry red from the continued torture of your hand, his slit weeping precum over and over again despite having just came, getting hard in your hand embarrassingly fast
winged bf who gets tortured by your loving hands for who knows how many times. his eyes are getting blurry and breathing started to hurt. even more, his dick was stinging, twitching every time your tight fist comes up to the tip, letting go briefly as if to taunt him, touching the dripping slit with the tip of your finger and making him whine loudly before fucking his cock into your hand again and again. this was just pure torture, he wanted to escape and run away but you were whispering such nice words to his ears. calling him your good boy, your angel, how you loved being with your beloved like this⌠could he really ever refuse you?
winged bf who gets more and more twitchy in your gentle hold as your hand picks up speed, the filthy wet noise of his earlier cum being used as a lube filling the room alongside his loud moans. who begs for you to not to touch his wing as it flutters around, dropping a feather or two onto the floor due to moving around so much. who only lets out a pathetic whimper of a âcuzâ ahh haamghâ! [n-name], please! please donâtââĄď¸ d-donât touch them...? theyâre sensitive too aanh haagh mfghâĽď¸!!â when you ask him why
winged bf who felt like his skin was on fire. everything felt too much but felt too little at the same time, his cock painfully hard again in your hold the moment you ran the tip of your finger over the bane of it. his muscles were getting tense, a strange sense of feeling coiling around in his stomach as you kiss the place where his wing and back connects, shifting around frantically with a chirp or a preen falling from his swollen lips
winged bf who weakly paws at your hand around his dick, wanting to push it away but chasing right after it with his hips as the strange feeling in his stomach just continues to grow worse. it didnât felt like his usual orgasm, the way he would just fall apart in your hands. it felt more intense and that scared him. who cries out through loud whines and bitten back sobs that âf-feels weird!! aanhh haah [n-name]â! it mngghâĄď¸ feels weird! my c-cock feels unnck haah ahh amhh weirdâĽď¸âĽď¸!!â
winged bf who throws his head back into your shoulder, hands covering his beet red face as a scream tears through his lips, muscles tightening, body going taut in your arms when you gently bit into the base of his wing, your other hand keeping his wing in place so it wouldnât flutter and knock you away as he fucking squirts into his stomach, painting his muscles and your hand white. who lets out soft chirps and noises, legs twitching and hands struggle to decide whether to hold onto you or to muffle his embarrassing noises
winged bf who only lets out weak noises and chirps when you try to communicate with him, asking him if he was doing alright and if your angel was with you right now after that overstimulating experience. who immediately hides within his wings the moment a sliver of sobriety hits him, too humiliated to even look you in the face because what was that? and why did he felt⌠so good?
winged bf who gives you a weak glare that you know isnât exactly serious, pouting at you and complaining about how you messed up his mind and stuff. who lean into your touch as you push his hair away from him, getting to see the still reddened face and the few tear stains on his cheeks. who grumbles about how you have too much power over him when you chuckle, leaning in to plant a kiss to his pouting lips. who chase after you with a demand for a proper kiss this time
⨠sephiroth, genesis, angeal, hawks, xiao, venti, angel devil, vash, knives, sunday, simeon, raphael + anyone you can think of!
#nobu.writes#sub character#sub hsr#sub genshin#sub genshin impact#sub chainsaw man#sub trigun#sub bnha#sub mha#sephiroth x reader#genesis x reader#angeal x reader#hawks x reader#xiao x reader#venti x reader#angel devil x reader#vash x reader#knives x reader#millions knives x reader#sunday x reader#tw overstim#tw monsterfucking#trigun x reader#dom reader#gender neutral reader#obey me x reader#sub obey me#nobu.brainrots#sub final fantasy
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đŽâ â notes: popular!bakugou x nerdy!reader, fluffy, college au ⿠ৠđĄâ word count: 839
everyone's either in love with bakugou or wants to be him. he always has people bombarding him with questions about his quirk or trying to get close to him. he doesnt mind the attention. bakugou carries a large amount of pride that comes along with his popularity. he's worshipped, always walking the halls with people following him.
but then theres you. a silent girl in most of his classes. you keep to yourself in your own little world for the most part with very few close friends. your seat is in front of bakugou in all of your shared lectures, and you never bothered him, not once. truth be told, he never really thought about you until a specific night.
slamming his friend's car door shut, bakugou grumbles, "you idiots." he wasted yet another good night for studying. he threw it away by partying with people he didn't even find interesting. gosh, it's already 10:30. he wouldn't be able to stay awake. but he can't just go to sleep! nono, exams are too close. he needs glue all of the information he can into his brain. kirishima had recommended getting a study buddy-- who the hell would want to actually study with bakugou?? the girls would be distracted by his "huge muscles" and "unique hair" while any guys would be begging to see his quirk in action.
fuck this! katsuki doesn't need anyones help.
that confident thought bubble changes as he walks up the stairs to the dormitories. he remembers that quiet dork in most of his classes.. you seem pretty normal for the most part. a bit of a nerd too, so he wouldn't be worried about you having the wrong shit written down. with an ashamed grunt, he decides to find your dorm.
you munch on freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, going over notes you'd gotten from yesterday's lecture. you tiredly lean back against your chair in a tiny tank top and shorts with your hair up in a claw clip. you're slightly bopping your head to the quiet music playing in the background when you hear heavy thuds of someone walking towards your room. you perk up when said person knocks on your door softly. you happily smile, thinking maybe one of your friends are stopping by. excited you made so many cookies, you hurry to the door and swing it open.
with his hands dug into his pockets and drained frown, the katsuki bakugou stands at your door.. odd. "oh!" you squealed, your hand covering your mouth. "sorry, just-- wasn't expecting you." you nervously rub your arm, leaning against the door frame.
he lazily raises an eyebrow in curiosity. "you expectin' someone?"
you shake your head. "nope.." you mutter with an awkward smile. bakugou eyes you up and down quickly, quietly clearing his throat at the small amount of clothing adorning your body. you bite your lip embarrassedly while averting your gaze. "you wanna come in?" you chirp, stepping to the side. he lets out a soft hum of confirmation, taking big strides into your dorm before you shut the door behind him. he walks over to your desk to observe your neatly written notes. "i need someone to study with-- you aren't stupid or anythin' right?" he cocks a brow, turning his head to look at you.
you hum lightly. "mm no, i dont think so.."
the scruffy boy plops down in your heart-shaped chair, flipping through the pages you had spent such precious time working on. you fiddle with your fingers shyly, biting the inside of your cheek as you watch bakugou. "..do you want a cookie?" you politely ask, pointing towards the plate on your desk, walking towards him. his head turned to where your finger was pointing.
his eyes flicker to the plate, hesitantly taking a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie and biting into it. it was soft and chewy-- and warm. his crimson eyes brighten a little, just a little. "'s not bad. would be better with coffee." he stares at the bitten cookie, cupping his other under the treat, careful not to make a mess. your bubbly self returns, offering a sweet smile. "coffee coming up!"
that day was the first of many of you and katsuki spending time together. you were never around people too often, yet alone someone as popular and liked as bakugou. and as for him, he thought you were decently likeable. you made him feel good about himself without talking about his quirk or giant pecs. you also never asked if he had a girlfriend or if he was free next friday night. you were just you.
you had talked more than he anticipated. that night, bakugou found himself quiet while you blabbed about whatever came into your head, and he didn't mind it at all. even after that study session and hanging out numerous times, you're still that one quiet nerd in the classroom. only he gets to see the chatty side of you-- and he likes that. makes him feel special.
#fuckkcsoijcofn i hate the ending so sorryy! i probably shouldve just rewrote this instead of like editing + revising#ill probably fix it in the future#just trying to get everything transferred rn C:#bakugo#bakugo katuski#bakugou drabble#bakugou fluff#bakugou headcanons#bakugou imagine#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou x you#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugou#bakugo x reader#bakugou x y/n#mha#bnha#bnha x reader#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#katsuki x you#katsuki bakugo mha#katsuki x y/n#katsuki bakugo fluff
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Fever
Summary: You're ovulating- It's that time of month where you find yourself turning into an unspeakably horny monster with just one problem that Javi knows exactly how to help you fix.
Pairing: Husband!Javier PeĂąa x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 4.7K
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also, who am I to say?) oral (m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, paise kink, an unspeakably explicit breeding kink (I ain't sorry about it), creampie, cum play, talks of starting a family, calling Javi "Daddy" and meaning it (help), the sweetest softest sex, yet somehow the filthiest, nastiest sex at the same time??? god these two love each other so much it makes me SICK
A/N: ... If you know me, no you don't. I'm so sorry y'all, I am ovulating and absolutely FERAL, I am truly thinking that someone may need to come put me down at this point because.... yeah... raise your hand if you're surprised Madeline has yet another story with Javier PeĂąa and a big, fat, nasty breeding kink?! Oh look!! It's no one!!! ANYWHO, don't mind me while I foam at the mouth for the next 24-48 hours, BYEEEEEEEEEE
Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!
If there was one thing that you knew about Javi, it was that he was one of the most handsome, attractive men you had ever met.Â
His dark, curly hair.Â
His mustache.Â
His sweet brown puppy dog eyes.Â
His absolutely incomprehensible shoulder to waist ratio.Â
Your husband had it all. That, you knew for a fact.Â
Truth be told, there wasnât really much that you ever thought Javi could do to be hotter than he already was.Â
That was until a few months ago, when you had recently stopped taking your birth control and you could quite literally feel yourself morph into the insatiably feral, horny mess that you became when you were ovulating.Â
And when that was the case, not only was he the hottest man you had ever laid eyes on in your entire life, you were quite literally ready to rip his clothes right off of him at every single opportunity possible.Â
You could practically feel the change in your body when you woke up this morning- the soft sunlight of Saturday morning spilling through your curtains as you rolled over to see Javi, mouth slightly agape as he snored, face buried in his pillow and messy brown curls flopping over his head.Â
God, does he always look this hot when he sleeps? You thought to yourself, slowly stirring awake, stretching your arms over your head before creeping out of bed to make yourself some coffee to bring back upstairs with you while you waited for Javi to wake up.Â
As the bittersweet aroma and quiet, rhythmic drip of the coffee hitting the bottom of the pot began to gently rouse you from your sleepy state, you couldnât help but shake the warm, stirring sensation in your stomach from the image of Javi sleeping next to you in bed.Â
Elbows propped up against the counter, chin resting in your palms, you closed your eyes, picturing him- His sweet soft smile as you kissed his plush lips, the way his big hands roamed across your hips and back as he pulled you closer to his chest, the bulge of his cock pressed against your thigh before he-Â
âWhat are you doing up, cariĂąo?â Javiâs soft and sleepy voice cooed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest to your back as he planted a gentle kiss on your shoulder, his presence enough to snap you out of your daydream, but not enough to shake the dull ache that had been growing between your legs from the moment you woke up.Â
âI was just gonna make some coffee and bring it back up to bed. Sorry, I didnât mean to wake you up, baby.â You sighed, a smirk growing between your cheeks as you turned around to face him, Javi now caging you between his body and the counter as his hands splayed planted on either side of you. He looked down at you with his half-awake gaze and sleepy smile, still in nothing but his boxers, his tanned skin and barely there freckles glowing in the morning sunlight creeping through your kitchen window.Â
âDonât apologize, mi amor. Just wanted to know where my wife was. Glad I found her.â He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, only pulling away to quietly whisper, âGood morning, hermosa.âÂ
And while it was nothing but a simple good morning kiss, the way Javiâs lips met yours sent a spark off inside you, quickly leaning back to pull him closer to you as you draped his arms around his neck, a soft moan escaping from your parted mouth, feeling a grin growing across Javiâs face in response.Â
âMhmmm, well, a very good morning to you then. My bedhead and morning breath really doinâ it for you, huh?â Javi smirked, lowering his hands to rest on your hips, gently toying with the waistband of your sleep shorts.Â
âSorry, I uh- you just, God, you look really good this morning. Can we, um, ya know, maybe go back upstairs?â You stammered, so enamored with Javiâs presence that you could barely get a coherent thought out as you stared up at your husband, already feeling a damp patch beginning to grow in your underwear, stomach churning with arousal.Â
âYeah? Mi esposa muy dulce (my sweet wife), you want me to-âÂ
Ring, ring, ringggggg. Ring, ring, ringggggg. Ring, ring, ringggggg
âWho the fuck is calling me this earlyâŚâÂ
Javiâs face scrunched in frustration at the sound of his cell phone ringing on the kitchen counter, reaching over you to see the expression in his face shift to concern as he read the caller ID, quickly opening up his phone to answer.Â
âHey, Pops. Whatâs goinâ on? Everything okay? Again? Fuck⌠Yeah, just um- shit, yeah, Iâll be over in 30. Okay. Yup. Yeah, bye Pops.â Javi let out a deep sigh, running his hands over his face and through the sleep curled ends of his dark hair, his grumpy pout telling you that your morning was not going to go the way you thought it was 30 seconds ago. âThe gate that Pops had installed last week fell down overnight and now all the cows are loose in the pasture⌠I gotta go over there and help him put it back up before it gets even worse. Iâm so sorry, Hermosa.âÂ
âItâs okay.â You shrugged, trying your best to mask your horny disappointment.Â
âIt hopefully shouldnât take that long. I should be back before lunchtime, okay? And when I get back, if you still want,â he paused, letting his palm slide along your jaw, cradling your cheek before pressing another soft kiss onto your lips, âWe can pick up where we left off.âÂ
âPromise?â You smirked, raising an eyebrow at him.Â
âYo prometo (I promise).âÂ
Wanting to give Javi any chance of leaving the house without trapping him in your bedroom, you tried your best to keep yourself busy while he quickly got ready and grabbed his things to head to the PeĂąa Ranch, giving him a quick kiss goodbye before watching him back out of your driveway in his truck, the image of him with one hand behind the passenger seat at the other with his palm to the steering wheel making you just about drop to your knees for reasons you thought you couldnât explain.Â
You hoped that with Javi gone, you could at least be a little productive in getting some things done around the house before he returned, but it seemed like with everything that you did and anywhere you went in your house, you couldnât help but find more reasons to add to the insatiable desire building in your core.Â
While you were trying to make breakfast, you couldnât help but stare at Javiâs favorite coffee mug, the Empire Strikes Back cup he had claimed as his at your apartment when you had first started dating. You couldnât keep yourself from imagining the width of his huge hands wrapping around it, dwarfing the mug in his grasp, thinking about how good those same hands would feel all over you.Â
After that, came trying to do the laundry, where you caught yourself sniffing Javiâs shirts, the overpowering and familiar scent of his cologne and sweat seeping through the fabric, driving you absolutely crazy, wishing you could find a way to drown in his scent.Â
Finally, in your very valiant effort to try and make your bed, you found yourself laying face down in Javiâs pillow, somehow leaving the sheets and comforters tangled and tossed about worse than you had found them.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with me todayâŚâ You whispered to yourself, now sitting on the couch, mindlessly flipping through the channels on your TV, somehow still even hornier than you were when you woke up this morning. You let your gaze wander away from the TV, examining the walls of your family room until you landed on your wedding photos hung across your wall, smiling to yourself as you looked at the portraits, reliving the moments of the happiest day of your life.Â
It wasnât until you glanced at one of the photos of you and Javi surrounded by your family in a candid moment where Javi had hoisted your niece on his hip to dance with her during your reception, the image making your stomach flip with an overwhelming need. After doing the quick math in your head, it hit you like a thousand pound ton of bricks why you had been so worked up all goddamn day.Â
You were ovulating, and you needed Javi to put a baby into you right now. Â
As if the universe had magically heard your prayers, you turned your head to hear your garage door opening and the familiar stomp of Javiâs boot covered footsteps trudging down the hallway. Like a moth to a flame, your heart began to race as you watched Javiâs broad body approach you, your jaw practically dropping at his appearance.Â
Javi was now glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his curls sticking to his damp forehead, and the sleeves of his button down shirt now rolled up past his elbows, the buttons once done up to near his neck before he left now trailing open to the middle of his chest, exposing the warm glow of his tanned skin underneath.Â
âHey hermosa, Iâm home! Ended up being a way easier fix than Pops thought and- Oh!âÂ
Before Javi could even get out the rest of his sentence, you were trapping his words in your own mouth, feverishly bringing your lips to his as you grabbed fistfulls of his shirt, kissing him like every bone in your body depended on it.Â
Javi stood there for a moment, almost dumbfounded and frozen, wondering what had warranted such a greeting before leaning in to reciprocate, snaking his hands to your sides and grabbing your waist, pulling away only to try and understand the reason for his passionate welcome.Â
âH-hi baby. Everything okay?âÂ
âMhmmmmmm.âÂ
âNot that Iâm mad about it, but I feel like youâre greeting me like Iâm coming home from war.â Javi laughed to himself quietly, looking down at you with a smirking suspicion.Â
âI missed you. I need you so bad, Javi.â You moaned, pressing up to lock your lips to his again, this time Javi matching your intensity as your mouths crashed into each other.Â
âIs this all from this morning?â Javi managed to ask between parted kisses, his grip tightening around you as he pulled you closer to his chest.Â
âThis morning,â you paused, beginning to kiss him between each thought, âright now,â your hands began to roam up his chest, sneaking under the fabric of his shirt, âall the time,â fingers now working at frantically undoing the buttons, âfuck, everything about you. Youâre so fucking sexy, Javi. Do you know that? God, Iâm so lucky.â At this point, it felt like the words were flowing out of you in a horny and unstoppable stream of consciousness, babbling between desperate kisses pressed against Javiâs lips. âI need you so bad. I want you fuck me, Javi. Fuck, I- I want you to put a baby in me.âÂ
Your last sentence had Javi frozen in place once again, pulling away just to make sure he had heard you correctly, even though the boyish grin growing ear to ear across his face seemed to be enough confirmation. The two of you had been trying ever since you had gotten back from your honeymoon, but now that you were to the point that your birth control was out of your system and your cycle was back to normal, it felt just a little more real to the both of you.Â
âYou want me to put a baby in you, mi amor? That what you want?â Javi groaned, his voice rumbling low in his chest as a hungry glaze painted itself across his chocolate brown eyes, making your pussy throb at hearing him say it back to you.Â
âMhmmmmm.â You nodded frantically, too caught up in your own desire to find any words to string together into a coherent sentence. âI think Iâm ovulating, so it could really happen this time. Please, baby, I-âÂ
This time, it was Javiâs turn to cut you off, his arms scooping below your legs to hoist you up around him, legs locking around his hips as he carried you down the hallway towards your bedroom, your bodies banging and bumping against the walls and door frames in a frantic race to your bed without any regard for spatial awareness. Â
As soon as you were close enough, Javi was tossing you on the bed, frantically stripping himself of his shirt and working his way down to his jeans before he realized you were sitting up, already toying with his button and zipper. You pushed his pants down his legs, followed by his boxers, revealing his cock, fully erect and weeping with precum at the tip. It wasnât long until you were scrambling off the bed and dropping to your knees in front of him, licking the salty tang of spend off his tip before he could protest that he needed to take care of you first.Â
âHermosa, I- Oh fuckkkk-â He groaned, feeling your jaw go slack as you took his length into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks until you could feel him in the back of your throat, pulling back to look up at him with batted lashes as you kissed him up and down his shaft.Â
âI wanna suck your dick, Javi. Wanna show you how much I love it. Wanna feel you down my throat before you fuck me.â You moaned, rubbing your legs together to try and ease the ache between your legs, your pussy so wet and puffy that slick and arousal were dripping from your cunt and coating the inside of your thighs.Â
âFuck meâŚâ Javi muttered under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut to regain his composure before looking back down at you, slowly sucking at his tip, your tongue swirling around the sensitive ridges of his cock. âOkay, baby. Show me how bad you need me before I put my dick in your tight little pussy, huh?âÂ
Inch by inch, you took him back down your throat until you were brushing up against the curls at his base, the sweet and musky scent of him filling your nostrils as you inhaled. âOh fuck, Osita. Holy shit.â His voice rasped, hitching in the back of his throat watching your mouth fill with his cock. His fingers ran through your hair, tugging a little tighter as your pace began to quicken, his grunts and moans becoming louder with each push and pull. âFuck, such a good girl taking me so well. So fucking pretty when you suck my cock baby, holy fuck.âÂ
For as much as Javi wanted you to keep going until he was spilling down your throat, he needed to save every last drop for when he came inside you, fucking you full of him until he knew it took. Feeling his balls begin to draw up into his stomach, he forced himself to pull you off him, panting to catch his breath before he spoke. âI donât wanna cum yet, baby, and if you keep going like that Iâm gonna bust. Fuck, youâre so good to me. Lay down on the bed, Hermosa. Let me take care of you. Need to taste you.âÂ
Instantly, Javi was pulling you up and sitting you on the bed, letting your back hit the mattress as he settled between your legs, tugging your bottoms off until they were in a crumpled pile on the floor. his hands slide down the inside of your thighs, pushing them apart to reveal the wet, slick, and puffy mess your pussy had already become without even being touched. Javi chuckled to himself, awestruck by the sight in front of him, kissing and nipping at the meat of your legs, teasing you with how dangerously close he was to your cunt and finally giving you what you needed.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet, cariĂąo.â Letting his hands shift down, his fingers ghosted across your core as his thumbs slid through the lips of your pussy, spreading it open even further, making you whimper in anticipation. âGoddamn, sheâs so pretty. Prettiest fucking pussy Iâve ever seen. Whoâs pussy is this, baby girl?â He smirked, barely kissing your clit, driving you absolutely wild as you squirmed beneath his touch, desperate for him to do something, anything, to ease your ache. Â
âY-yours, Javi. Itâs all yours, baby. Only yours.â You whined, gazing down at him with a rampant need in your eyes, fisting at your bedsheets to find somewhere to try and release your tension.Â
âFucking right it is.âÂ
His head then dipped between your legs, arms draped across your stomach holding you in place as he began to eat you out like a man being served his last meal on this earth. Broad, flat strokes of his tongue slid between your folds, pressing against your clit with the perfect amount of pressure he knew would have you crumbling beneath him.Â
You couldnât help but rithe under his touch, instinctively bucking your hips at his face, overwhelmed by the way Javi was relentlessly drinking you up, his fingers gripping tighter to the meat of your thighs to hold you in place as you could feel the tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine, your back arching in desperate anticipation.Â
Almost as if he could read your mind, Javi easily slipped two fingers inside you, curving in just the right way to bump against your g-spot, fucking in and out of you to fill the emptiness in your pussy he knew you craved.Â
âJ-Javi, oh fuck- donât stop baby, please, donât stop.â You whimpered, your eyes nearly rolling in the back of your head as you felt your orgasm begin to build, cunt clenching tighter around Javiâs fingers and beginning to flutter while he sucked on your clit. You could feel his smug smirk pressed against your heat as your hand shot down between your legs, grabbing and tugging on fistfulls of his thick locks, your tell tale sign that it was only a few more moments before you were about to come undone.Â
âThatâs it, hermosa. Say my name, baby girl. Let me hear you.âÂ
And there you were, chanting his name like a prayer, over and over again until you reached your breaking point.Â
âJavi, Javi, Javi, J-Javi, J-aaaahhhhhh, oh fuck-âÂ
In an instant, you could feel a wave of pleasure crashing through you in toe curling delight, your orgasming ripping through every inch of your body with undeniable intensity, your slick soaking Javi as he drank up every last drop of you, savoring the sweet taste of you on his tongue.Â
You sat there for a moment, back against the mattress as your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, blissed out of your mind as you sat propped up on your elbows, staring at Javi, proudly wiping the slick covering his face with the back of his hand.Â
âJavi, holy fuck, baby.â You gasped, swallowing hard as you watched Javi begin to hover over you, making his way up your body one slow, wet kiss at a time, nipping at the soft skin of your stomach before cupping your breasts, taking one in his mouth, sucking and flicking at your pebbled nipples with his tongue while he rolled the other between his fingers. The whimpers escaping from your lips were damn near pathetic, but considering how worked up you were, you could have probably cum again just from this alone.Â
âYou still want me to fuck a baby into you, Hermosa?â Javi asked all too knowingly, tongue darting between the smirk of his parted lips, trailing languid kisses along your collarbone and up your neck. Â
âY-yes. Fuck, yes.â You moaned, breath hitching at the back of your throat as Javi sucked at your pulse point.Â
âTell me how badly you want it, pretty girl.â Javi whispered, his voice rumbling low in his throat as he nipped at your ear. âTell me how much you want me to give you a baby.âÂ
âF-fuck, so badly Javi. Please, baby. I want you to so bad. I want you to more than anything. I wanna make you a daddy, Javi.âÂ
If Javi had any ounce of self composure left, that alone was enough to make him crumble, letting out an audible groan, his dick even harder than he already thought it could be.Â
âFuck meâŚâ Javi groaned, sucking you in for another electric kiss. âTurn around, baby.âÂ
Scooching yourself further up the mattress, you laid with your stomach to the bed as Javi climbed behind you, swiping his cock through your folds before sinking into your heat, bottoming out against your cervix and whimpering at the sweet sting of his stretch, sucking him in with your warm, velvety walls.Â
Slowly, Javi began to thrust in and out of you, taking his time with each stroke as he laid his chest against your back, interlocking his fingers with yours outstretched above your head on the bedspread, head buried in the crook of your neck.Â
Each push and pull of his hips elicited more lewd sounds than the last- you were practically dripping at this point from how worked up you were, and could hear the wetness pooling in your pussy, filling the room with obscenely filthy sounds.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet. You hear that, Momma? You hear how wet you are for me? Hear how badly your tight little pussy wants me to fill her up? Pump her full of me?â Javi moaned, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper, his grip around your hands even tighter than before, biting down on your shoulder trying his best to keep from falling apart at just how good you felt around him, coating every inch of his length in your arousal. Â
âI want you to cum so deep inside me, Javi. P-please, baby.â You begged, craning your neck behind you just enough to see the wrecked expression painted across Javiâs face that mirrored yours.Â
Suddenly, you could feel Javi grabbing your hips, flipping you over as your back bounced against the mattress, now staring up at him. He ran his hands up the back of your thighs until your knees were against your stomach, spread open as wide as you could be for him.Â
As he sunk back in your heat, he caged himself over you, devouring you in a desperate and hungry kiss of mangled tongue and teeth, catching your moans in his mouth as he bottomed out inside you.Â
âNeed to see that beautiful face when you cum for me, cariĂąo. Wanna see you when you soak my cock, w-watch, oh fuck- you when I fuck you so full of me, Iâll knock you up tonight.â Javi moaned between kisses.Â
The new angle had Javi pounding into you in the way that had your jaw going slack and your cunt beginning to clench tighter and tighter around his length, once again feeling the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten with arousal.Â
âP-please, Javi. F-fuck- You feel so good, donât stop, baby.â You whimpered, your eyes locking with his, your heart racing as you stared into the deep chocolate brown of his gaze.
âI wonât stop, hermosa. Wonât stop until I fill this perfect pussy up. Fuck you so full of me, Iâll be dripping out of you for days. Wonât stop until I fuck a baby into you, get you pregnant, watch you give us a family- Jesus, fuck- Fuck, I love you so much.âÂ
Snaking his hand between your bodies, he reached between your legs to rub at your clit, rhythmically circling your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting a pathetic whimper from you, knowing at this rate, you werenât going to last much longer, and that meant neither was he.Â
âI love you too, Javi. More than anything.â Â
 Each thrust of his hips sending you closer to the brink of collapse than the last, the noises of your wanton moans, skin slapping against each other and the wetness of Javiâs cock sloppily pumping in and out of your cunt had the room sounding borderline pornographic. You could feel your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as the coil in your belly was about to reach a breaking point until the firm grasp of Javiâs palm around your jaw forced your gaze up at him once again.Â
âEyes on me, baby. Eyes on me when you cum. Need to see you when I fuck a baby into you, Momma.âÂ
That was all you needed to finally send you over the edge, your body exploding with pleasure as your orgasm overtook you, your thighs shaking and voice trembling with wrecked pleas of Javiâs over and over.
âJ-Javi, Javi, Javiiiii, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, oh God, fuck, baby, fuck!âÂ
As you gushed around his cock, your pussy gripped him like a vice as you came. Javiâs hips began to stutter, his pace now becoming frantic and sloppy knowing how close he was to following suit, losing all inhibitions as you sobbed out in ecstasy.Â
âThatâs it, baby. Mierda- Fuck, Iâm close. Gonna fill this pussy up- oh shit- so full itâll f-fucking take. I know it will. I p-promise, I- oh fuck!âÂ
With one final stammer of his hips, Javiâs orgasm consumed him, his spend coating every inch of your walls as he spilled into you, milking himself of every last drop as he came. His body slumped into yours, chests rising and falling in sync as both of you laid in post-orgasmic bliss, completely lost in the sensation of each other.Â
After a moment, Javi finally pulled out his softening cock, making you whine at the loss. Sitting back on his haunches, he couldn't help but admire the absolute mess between your legs- your pussy so puffy and swollen, covered in your shiny slick, and dripping with his cum. A satisfied smirk spread across his face as he watched his spend begin to leak out of you, knowing that you were overflowing with him.Â
His fingers traced down your thighs, dragging his cum back to your cunt, making sure a single drop didn't go to waste. You couldn't help but sob as his curved fingers push back inside your pussy, making sure you stay stuffed full of him so he knew it took, because God, did want it more than anything to take.Â
Gently pulling back out, Javi couldnât help but lean down to kiss you again, grabbing your face as he peppers you with kisses, making you squeal in a ticklish delight.Â
âI love you so much, mi amor.â Javi cooed, his forehead resting against yours as he softly stroked your face, your heart swelling with joy and excitement at the man you hoped from 9 months from now, would be the father to your child.Â
âI love you too, Jav. Youâre gonna be such a good Daddy.â You smirked, teasing him just enough to make him let out a sigh, biting down on his lip.Â
âYouâre gonna fucking kill me with that one. You know that?âÂ
âWell itâs true!â You laughed, giving him a playful nudge, running your hand through the sweaty curls at the nape of his neck. âYou think this one will be the one?âÂ
âI hope so. If not, guess weâre just gonna have to keep trying every day till it is, huh?âÂ
âIf you keep fucking me like that, weâre gonna have 12 kids before you know it.âÂ
âI mean⌠wouldnât be the worst thing in the world.â Javi grinned, rasing his eyebrows at you with a boyish glow.Â
âJavi! We are not having 12 kids!â You protested, rolling your eyes at your husband.Â
âOsita, if you keep coming on to me like you did today, we may not have a fucking choice.â Â
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how jjk men would react if they found out you shâŚ
Warning(s): cw//self harm, graphic depictions, mentions of depression, anxiety, sensitive content, angst/comfort
-> if you or anyone you know is struggling with self-harm, suicidal thoughts, depression, etc., know that you arenât alone. as someone who used to struggle with these things myself, i understand how difficult it can be, but know that you are strong and you are loved. and thank you for the ask, this is a very important topic and i appreciate the vulnerability of the request. sending all the possible love in the world to all of you.
gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna
satoru gojo: satoru has an incredible sense of sight, thanks to his gift of the six eyes, as well as very keen observation skills. he picks up on little habits you harbor very quickly during the beginning of your relationship. you always choose to wear long-sleeved clothing, even when itâs warm, and you tug at your sleeves as though you are desperately trying to conceal a certain part of yourself from the outside world, from him. he doesnât understand why at first. the thought crosses his mind that you just arenât comfortable in sleeveless clothing, but youâve shown him pictures of yourself from a decade ago when youâd wear variations of different tank tops, short sleeves, and more. he doesnât understand what changed somewhere along the line. perhaps your sense of style has shifted? maybe you don't like your arms? (he can't understand how because he finds them to be the most gorgeous arms he's ever seen).
but no, something is nagging at him in the back of his head, churning the contents of his gut as though there is something he needs to know, to see that you were hiding, and when the moment unveiled itself, he instantly saw.Â
youâre in your kitchen while satoru watches you from the other side of the island, leaning over and gazing at your movements with a soft smile. his blue eyes scattered across your body, admiring you while simultaneously searching for any clue, any answer to his hovering questions.
âwhereâd i put the containers,â you murmur to yourself in the midst of making lunch for the week, moving about your space rather slowly.Â
satoru offers his own help, pointing a slender finger over to the space above your head. âdid you check that cabinet?â he asks.
you turn over your shoulder and quirk your brow. âoh, do you live here now? suddenly know where everything is?â you ask playfully, a small smile rising to your lips as satoru chuckles.Â
ânot yet,â he winks. âbut i sure am working on it, though. you know i have to make myself familiar with the space in case we share it someday.â
âis that so?â
âor, of that doesn't work out you could always live with me. iâd love to have you.â
âweâve been together for three weeks, satoru.â
âyeah, but what does that matter when it comes to loveeee,â he pouts and you giggle, shaking your head as you turn back to reach for the cabinet. you stand on your tiptoes and reach out, sleeve of your sweet draping down to your elbow.
satoru is quick to his feet to help you, though youâre more than capable, when he catches the sight of what looks like a scar streaking over the inside of your wrist. his face falls and his brows angle, marching over to you quickly with a look of urgency on his face.
you donât register how fast he is moving until you feel him behind you. you turn and look up, caught off guard by the way his eyes had hardened and his pupils shrank. your hand stalls on the cabinet handle, the scars on your arm completely slipping your mind momentarily.
âsatoru? you okay?â
he doesnât answer, grasping your wrist in his hand gently and pulling it down from above you. your eyes flicker up to the movement, and when you realize what is happening, your heart sinks. your eyes go wide and you try to tug your arm away, but satoruâs grip tightens slightly, extending your arm by your wrist to display the inside of your forearm before him.Â
he thinks his vision is blurring over, his heart ringing in his ears, his breaths quickening as his eyes detail over the row of rigid scars lining from your inner elbow up to your wrist. his world collapses around him, lips stretching into a disbelieving grimace as his wild eyes survey the damage. some of those scars look newer than others, scabbing over with specs of purple, while the others are far older.Â
you panic, trying to tug away again, but satoruâs grip on you is too secure. a lump forms in your throat as you search for things to say, anything to say that could take your boyfriendâs attention away, that could excuse the sight before him as something else. âs-satoru, wait-â you stammer, your voice weaker than you had intended it to be.Â
satoru looks like he canât hear you, nose flaring as he stares, and stares, and stares, and suddenly, your vulnerability is bare naked before him, on display for him to judge, to belittle, to curl his brows at and determine as pathetic and weak. you can feel yourself about to cry already, shaken by this sudden attention.
âsatoru,â you whisper, arm trembling within his grasp.
âwhat is this?â he breathes out so quietly, his voice betraying himself and hardly reaching over a brush through the wind. when you do not answer, those pained eyes are on you, tormented by the sight he has just witnessed. â(y/n), what is this?â
you feel small, avoiding his eyes and looking all over the floor. âi- itâs nothing,â you murmur.
ânothing?â he repeats, as though he has been burned by your response. the white haired man quickly seeks out your other wrist, reaching down to your other side as you try to turn away, but he, of course, manages to seize it and extend it like your other arm and roll up that sleeve. the same row of scars litter your beautiful skin.
satoruâs a mess, frightened, confused, devastated. this is what you had been hiding from him all this time? âthis isnât fucking nothing, (y/n), theyâre all over you! what did you do?â
you still canât respond, you canât muster up an excuse, you canât do anything. satoruâs concern is far too overbearing, his gaze too intense, and his hold on you too secure. it feels like he has you laid out on a slab before him, stripped of your clothes as he examines your body with contempt.
heâs disgusted. heâs ashamed, you think.Â
amid his grief, he catches the terrified look in your eye, your lips tugged downward as if to prevent yourself from crying. you look so scared.
how could he have not seen this sooner, that youâre hurting? that youâre hurting yourself?Â
âbaby, what did you do?â he repeats, softer this time as he leans down to look at you, your body trembling in his hold. his thumbs graze your inflamed skin, hesitant to touch you for fear that you may break.
âplease donât,â you breathe out in a huff, voice wobbling as you scrunch your eyes closed. âplease, donât look. just forget you saw it, please.â
âforget i-?â satoru has to stop himself from lashing out poorly, from allowing his emotions to overcome him in what he understands is clearly your moment of need. âhow could you ask me to do something like that? (y/n), your arms, baby!â
âsatoru, please-â you shake your head. you want to shrink away, to hide, to vanish into thin air. âi donât wanna talk about it. please.â
â(y/n),â he exhales, closing his eyes to gather himself. â(y/n),â he repeats softly, hands releasing your wrists slowly and sliding up your arms to delicately hold your shoulders. âwe canât not talk about this. you have to tell me whatâs been going on. you have to, baby, you have to understand how scared I am right now. help me understand. let me help you, let me take on whatever burden youâre carrying, please, Iâll do anything as long as it means youâre not hurting yourself.â
his hands move to your neck, cupping over the skin as he ducks his head down to look at you more clearly.Â
âi canât stand the thought that youâve been- and i havenât-â satoru was stumbling now, throat straining as the urge to cry rose. âwhy didnât you come to me? iâm right here for you, (y/n), i always have been. why didnât you tell me?â
â...itâs embarrassing,â you manage to say, your voice fragile, on the verge of breaking. you can feel your boyfriendâs eyes peering into you even with your own eyes closed. âdidnât want you to see⌠I didnât wanna be a burden.â
satoruâs heart is breaking for you, hurt that you could even think of yourself as a burden to him. âhave i- have i done or said anything to you to make you feel that way?â he asks genuinely, and you cringe, turning your head to the side to open your eyes.
âno, of course not.â
âthen why would you think that, baby?â
you shrug helplessly, tears welling into your eyes. satoru sees you, all of you, his heart thrumming to capture the pain you feel and to lift it from your chest, to help you breathe even just a little bit. he releases a weighted sigh, one of sadness, of love, of heartache for you, and heâs pulling you into him as your arms dangle limply at your sides.Â
you scrunch your eyes and immediately break down into him, sobbing into his shirt as his warm hands wash over your frame and cradle your head to him, the muscles in his face tight with anguish. he holds onto you like heâs horrified that you will fade away within his arms.Â
âiâm just so tired, toru,â you cry into his chest, dampening the fabric of his shirt. âiâm sorry.â
satoru doesnât respond, afraid that if he speaks, heâll end up crying too. youâre his girl, his beautiful, loving girl, and the fact that you have done such harm to yourself is incomprehensible to him. if you love him so, how can you hate yourself enough to have done this?
âhow long?â is all he can ask you, breath heaving into your hair and ear. you hesitate, for he already seems so wounded by his discovery. âtell me.â
â...two yearsâŚâ
heâs crushed. how did he not see sooner? how could he have been so blind after having bragged about being able to see everything so clearly? how could he have left you like this?
he holds you tighter, digging his head into the crook of your neck and hunching over, your eyes now seeing over the curve of his broad shoulder.Â
âiâm sorry, baby,â he apologizes to you in turn, fingers curling into your hair as he holds your scalp. âi'm sorry I wasnât paying attention.â
youâre confused as to why heâs apologizing to you since the entire thing is your fault. satoru has a tendency to take on your emotions, piling them onto his own weight of carrying the title of the strongest. you never understood why he did so naturally and willingly, and why even now as you stood limply in his arms, heâs crying for the things you did to yourself.
he pulls away with shiny red eyes, gazing down into your shiny red eyes and tear stained cheeks. youâre so beautiful, he thinks. he hates that such beauty has been suffering in so much silence.
â(y/n), I love you more than anything in this goddamn world. please donât- donât keep doing this to yourself. if youâre hurting, come to me. hurt me if you have to lash out, but donât hurt yourself beautiful.â
âi would never even think of hurting you, satoru.â
âthen donât think of doing it to yourself,â he says firmly, and you press your lips together.Â
ââŚi-i donât know how to⌠to stop,â you mumble, and heâs taking your hands in his and kissing them gently.
âiâll help you. we can get you help, baby, I promise. just promise me, please,â he begs you, holding your hands close to his heart. âyou come to me when you feel like doing that, okay? you come to me. and Iâll do whatever I can. let me help you. let me be there for you. i wonât let you push me out, (y/n).â
you're crying again, tears streaking over your face as satoruâs love captures you within his words, within his warmth as he forces you to understand that you are not alone, and never will be.Â
satoru kisses your hands again. his lips reach your cheek, and his hand comes to tuck your head into his shoulder again, holding you and telling you that you have him to go to when your world grows dark.
geto suguru: if suguru could sum you up into one word, he would say that you're his universe.
everything in his life he does for the sake of you and his girls, for the sake of keeping you safe and making you happy. your happiness and your comfortability are the only things that suguru prioritizes above all else, making them his very goal to serve each and every day.
suguru's not the most stable, you know that and he knows that himself. he has his off days, where he falls quiet and the world around him numbs itself and the noise becomes a muffle in his ears until you step into view, giving him a smile and wrapping his big frame up in your small arms, your voice whispering to him and breaking through the fog. you're his sanctuary. you're his safe place, and he loves you so much. he owes his entire life to you, therefore ensuring that you feel just as loved as you make him feel is very important to him.
so when he catches sight of the scars on your stomach one day by accident, when you lift up mimiko to sit on your shoulder as nanako jumps up for you to pick her up to, and her shoe kicks up your shirt from your waist momentarily, suguru freezes.
are you hurt? did someone do this to you? did you do this to yourself?
countless thoughts are racing through suguru's mind as he stares at you in a daze, watching you laugh so joyfully along with the girls as though no trouble plagues you.
but there is. you've just been hiding it. hiding it far too well.
his mind is elsewhere for the rest of the day, unsure of if he had been imagining things or not. he knows you so well, or at least he thinks he does. how have you been hiding those marks littering your lower abdomen? how had he missed them?
he thinks back to the moments you two were intimate and recalls that you never wanted to remove the tanktop you wore or let him kiss further than your ribs. he recalls the days you all went to the beach and you kept a white shirt over your swimsuit or elected to wear a onepiece. he recalls how quickly you change when he's with you, your back turned to him as you rush to throw something on over your upper body.
the signs... they're all there. you've been hiding yourself from him, but why? what have you been doing? have you truly been harming yourself, or is that thought a trick of suguru's worst fears?
he tries to keep himself calm around you and the girls for the remainder of the day until they are put to sleep and the two of you are alone again.
you sit on the edge of your shared bed, rubbing lotion over your arms with your back facing suguru again. he watches you carefully, back resting against the headboards and hazel eyes trained on your figure as though you aren't real.
he waits for the proper moment, waiting for you to crawl up and curl under his side, his arm subconsciously wrapping over your waist as your head lays on his chest. he stares at the ceiling for a moment, thinking as weighty silence overcomes you, then he's cautiously speaking.
"(y/n)?"
the soft call of your name brings your head up to peer at him curiously, blinking innocently. he turns down to look at your face and his heart clenches. while he knows that he knows what he saw, he doesn't want to believe it. he doesn't want to think that you, such a selfless and caring person for him, would hurt yourself.
you hum up at him, wondering what he has called you for. you see the pensive look in his face, the subtle knit in his brow as he stares at you, gears in his head turning. "yeah sugu?" you say gently.
he doesn't want to ask, but he has to. he doesn't want the confirmation, but he needs to know.
"i want to ask you a question..." he says, and you grow slightly befuddled.
"...okay?" you start. "is it serious?"
"yeah, it is," he admits, and you suddenly grow nervous, immediately catching an idea of what this could be about. you don't like the look on his face, the way he appears so serious.
"...alright," you mumble, suddenly meek.
the black haired man stares for a few more moments, just looking at you, taking in your the features he feel so deeply in love with, the features that bring him comfort and peace. "i saw something earlier, when you were holding mimiko," he begins softly, thumb caressing your back to ease you into the conversation.
you feel your heart jolt anxiously, trying to keep a straight face so as to not give your nerves away, but knowing suguru, he could likely already tell that you're getting antsy.
you lift your head to look at him, hand resting over his chest, and his eyes follow you smoothly. his eyes are focused, lips in a firm line.
"your shirt lifted, and i saw your stomach. i saw some marks. a lot of them, actually," he says, and you still completely, like a deer caught in headlights. his hand presses gently into your back, trying to keep you present with him as his concerns grow worse when he sees you stiffen against him. he frowns, denial still taking hold of him. "(y/n), please tell me those aren't what i think they are," he sighs heavily.
you feel caught.
you knew that suguru would find out at some point or another, but that didn't make this moment any less horrifying for you. it's so quiet in your room, so isolating, no background noise of the girls giggling or the distant buzz of the tv to help weaken the intensity of this point in time. you feel like a spotlight is shining overhead, an audience awaiting eagerly for you to reveal your secrets to the crowd.
suguru sits up slightly, his calmness gradually shifting into terrified incredulity. your eyes are on his face but your gaze is elsewhere, far off. you look uncomfortable, stuck, and no explanation hits suguru's ears.
"(y/n)," he says your name again, looking desperately down at you. "tell me i'm wrong."
you wish you could, you really do, but you can't lie to suguru. he knows you too well, he loves you too much, and to lie to him would be like denying his understanding of who you are.
you feel your skin flush with shame and anxiety, heartbeat likely loud enough for your boyfriend to hear.
you worry. you worry about your boyfriend's judgment, for his reaction. is he going to be angry with you?
"hey," he snaps you out of your daze with the drag of your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes as he stares at you helplessly. you look at him and frown, ashamed that you are the reason he looks so pained. "what's going on?"
the question comes out so delicately, it makes your heart break. a whisp of understanding blends into his tone with empathy, yet a crushing sense of sadness and guilt that overpowers the aforementioned emotions. you struggle to look him in his kind eyes, dreading his consolation that you feel you don't deserve.
"talk to me, (y/n)."
you chew angrily on the inside of your lip, looking down at your finger as you pick at his shirt. he watches your brows furl, an array of different feelings capturing your features. "i was gonna tell you about it..." you murmur, and suguru is floored.
"what?" he breathes out as though he has no more air. you wince, lowering your head. "you-" he pauses, mind jumping from one place to another. "you did that to yourself?"
"i'm sorry, i-" you can feel your throat growing tight. "i've been trying to-"
"to stop?" he tries to finish for you, grasping for any kind of explanation. he's devastated, not only because you've been harming yourself, but because you've been so busy looking after him and the girls that he hasn't noticed. you're the one who always comforts him, but while you've been doing that, you've been aching on the inside and trying to hide it.
you nod meekly when he concludes for you. "i just- i thought the feelings would go away, so i didn't say anything, but they're just getting worse and i don't know what to do anymore and i only feel better after i..."
"(y/n)," he stops you gently, his heart shattering upon listening to you ramble, spilling out the things you have been holding onto for what he assumes to have been so long. "you've been dealing with this all this time?"
"...it's on and off," you confess. "some days are better than others, but..."
suguru finds your words familiar, for he often finds himself in the exact same mindset; feeling functional and confident some days, and others, not so much, but you're the reason why he's able to handle his bad days, yet he hasn't been the same for you for as long as the two of you have been together.
he feels almost sick. he loves you to death. you're his everything, but you've been in pain, and he hasn't seen it.
the way he's looking at you now makes you feel guilty, remorseful, embarrassed. you know you should have told him, but you could never find the strength to. you had always been too scared. and the longer you self-harm, the less you are willing to admit to yourself and to your boyfriend that you have a problem.
you're shocked, though, when suguru's hands tighten over you and his face grows bitter, not with you but with himself. "how could i have been so stupid?" he grumbles, distraught. "and so selfish? all this time, you-"
"no, suguru, please, it's not your fault," you try to tell him.
"i should have seen, baby, i should have noticed something sooner. and all this time, instead you've been looking after me when i should have been looking after you."
"don't say that, suguru," you shift, looking sadly into his eyes. "it's my fault. i'm the one who did this, i'm the one who's to blame. i'm the stupid and selfish one, not you."
suguru's frown deepens, sad eyes looking over your face. you blame and belittle yourself just as easily as suguru does, and he can't stand it. he can't stand to see you like this, to be so aware of hurt before him. he wants, no, he needs to take all that pain away from you. he needs to exorcize it, rid your body of it, cast it away so that you can be happy from now until the rest of time. he needs you to be okay.
"i swear on my life, (y/n)," he begins firmly, eyes boring straight into yours, holding your cheek. "i will do everything in my power to get you through this. whatever it takes, no matter how long it takes, i will be here for you. you're not alone, you understand? you don't need to pretend for me. the girls love you- god i love you so fucking much, and i can't stomach to think of the times you've suffered in silence for my sake. i'm no good if you're no good, baby. i need to know these things, i need to be able to help you."
your nose twitches and your jaw clenches as you look into him, breathing growing unstable. suguru has always been so generous and so loving. he has a way with his words and how safe they make you feel even during your worst moments.
"but what if i can't do it, sugu?" you whisper, his thumb catching the tear that leaks from the corner of your eye. "what if i'm not strong enough to get better?"
"you are strong enough," he affirms confidently. "more than strong enough. and when you feel weak, lean on me. but you have to promise me something."
you nod slowly, mutely, keeping his gaze as he stares at you lovingly, wistfully.
"promise me you won't do it," his words come out as a quick, hasty breath. his brows curl further upward, his desperation plain on his pretty face. "promise me you'll let me know as soon as you want to, but don't hurt yourself again, (y/n). don't do it. i'm begging you. you don't deserve that pain."
though you are unsure if you can even make that promise to yourself, you force yourself to try. for suguru's sake. "okay," you mumble, and he sighs, kissing you softly and pulling you to his chest to whisper sweet nothings as his hands soothe over your stomach and your back.
nanami kento: you twist your fingers around each other as you sit in the living room while kento cooks in the kitchen. you're nervous, more nervous than you have been about anything in your entire life, but you know that you need to rip off this bandaid to approach your boyfriend about such a serious matter.
recently, you find yourself returning to the old habit that you believed to have been relinquished. you thought that you had gotten better, that the urge to self harm had completely gone away after having spent so much time in therapy trying to heal, but recently, you've been feeling down again, useless, angry with yourself. you didn't want to tell nanami at first because you didn't think that your current mood would go beyond feeling depressed, but now that you've started scratching away at your thighs and your arms again, you know that you need to let him know what's going on. you know that you can't go on like this anymore.
but you have no idea what to say.
nanami has been nothing but doting toward you, bringing you flowers every morning, making your meals, ensuring that you remember to schedule doctor's appointments or to keep yourself warm when it's cold out- the man's life revolves around your comfortability, and while you know he would be far more offended if you keep this to yourself, you're horrified to see his reaction when you tell him that you relapsed.
nanami is well aware of your past difficulties with your mental health, and he always tells you that if you are ever in a dark space again, he needs to know. even so, he hasn't been with you when you're like this. the two of you got together after the multiple therapy visits that helped you to shift mindsets, so now that you feel this way again, and while in a relationship with nanami no less, you feel petrified.
you don't even notice when he rounds the kitchen counter to make his way over to the dining table, setting down two plates of food. he looks over and catches the way you stare ahead blankly, lost in thought. you've been doing a lot of that lately and he wonders if something is wrong.
nevertheless, he knows that if something is bothering you, you'll tell him. "sweetheart, dinner's ready," he calls out, and you snap your head over to him, his voice bringing you out of your daze.
you stand wordlessly, movements somewhat robotic, as you slowly make your way over to the table. "thanks, ken," you say softly, lacking your usual energy, and at this point, your partner knows for certain that something is off.
he watches you carefully as you sit down, pushing in your seat for you and pecking your forehead before sitting down next to you. "tell me how your day was," he starts, brushing off his hands and reaching one out to rest one on your knee as he always did at the table. he's prying, you can tell, trying to learn if something that happened throughout the day affected your mood.
your heart is hammering loudly, your eyes stuck to the plate and unable to look up at him. "it was okay," you respond.
"just okay?" he questions and you nod slowly. "did something happen?"
you flicker your eyes up to his brown ones suddenly, caught off guard by the question. he sees the questioning in your eyes and replies accordingly.
"you seem to be a little off, this evening, that's all."
you hum, unsure of how to respond to his observation. you look away again, contemplating. just say it, you think. just tell him, just get it over with.
as you struggle against yourself, nanami only grows more concerned. you don't confirm or deny his comment, and the way you turn away has him wondering if he's done something to hurt you.
"did i do something wrong, darling?" he asks.
you furrow your brows and quickly shut down the idea. "no, no. not at all, ken. it's nothing you did."
"then... there is something troubling you?"
you stall a bit more now that you're on the spot, cursing the fact that kento is always so quick to pick up on the smallest changes in your demeanor.
"(y/n)?" he calls you when you don't answer.
"i have to tell you something," you say abruptly. you see nanami's brows raise ever so slightly, soft brown eyes looking over your face in an attempt to read the situation before you tell him anything. "it's... a lot. so i need you to just... bear with me. and please don't be mad."
nanami's brow twitches slightly as he looks at you, head tilting. he grabs the bottom of his chair and shuffles it closer to you, leaning over slightly and running his hand over where it resides on your knee.
"i could never be mad at you," he tells you earnestly, as though it's the most honest thing he's said in the world. "what's the matter, my love?"
god, he's so sweet to you it makes you physically ill that you have to break this news to him.
"...do you remember when we talked about... um..." your voice fades off, nanami's concentrated gaze only making you more nervous for what his reaction will be.
"take your time," he encourages you, and you only feel worse.
you return to chewing on the inside of your lip anxiously, picking at your shirt under the table. the blonde man beside you is ever so patient, allowing you to gather your thoughts before you verbalize them.
"...um...it's.... about what we talked about a while ago..."
"...and that would be regarding?"
"my... past."
nanami furrows his brows, still not quite understanding. "i apologize, honey, what about your past?"
just rip the bandaid. just rip the bandaid.
"my past with self-harming," you rush out, and the weighty silence that follows is enough to make you want to sink into the floor and let it swallow you whole.
you can feel his eyes burning into you, processing what you just told him, and all you can hear is the pound of your heart in your ears as his hand stills upon your knee.
nanami, on the other hand, is completely shocked by your revelation. while he understands that your relapsing has always been a very realistic possibility, he never wanted to entertain the idea that it could very much so happen- at least, not while he's around.
a sense of fear grips him. are you going to tell him that you relapsed? have you already hurt yourself? has he failed to be there when it happened??
"did you-" he doesn't know what he wants to ask, or how. he hates that he is already jumping to conclusions, but the way you are structuring this conversation with him only leads him to believe the worst. "what happened?"
your head hangs low and your fingers taut on your shirt, lips tightening as they press together. you can hear the disbelief in his voice already, and it breaks you.
"i relapsed."
the brown-eyed man clenches his jaw, falling completely silent once more to not react in a way that may worsen your state. you feel his hand tighten into a fist over top of your leg as he lowers his head, rubbing his eyes with his fingers and inhaling sharply. you feel like a child who is awaiting punishment as you look at his hunched state, a million questions of what he will do next running through your mind.
you hate to do this to him. nanami already has so much on his plate, you know this is the last thing he needs to be stressing over. you wish you could be okay for him. it's not his fault that your mind takes you to these places, and you don't want him to bear responsibility as though it is his doing. even so, you already know that he will because that's the type of man kento is. that's the type of boyfriend kento is.
you wait a few more moments in unbearable muteness. after what feels like forever, kento lifts his head again and rests his chin on his fist, elbow propped on his knee. he's looking to the side, deep in anguished thought. he no longer looks surprised, but rather guilty and frustrated. "when?" is the first thing he asks.
"yesterday," you answer dejectedly, and he almost jerks, his body twitching in reaction. "...are you mad?"
nanami looks at you and his hardened expression immediately softens into something melancholy. "no- no, of course not, (y/n), no," he shakes his head as if the notion is unfathomable, releasing his fist to cup your knee again more securely. "i will never be angry with you for what you're going through. never. no, i'm not mad."
you nod quickly, a meek sense of relief and sorrow taking over you, a weight heaving from your chest upon letting it out. "okay," you whimper.
"come here, my darling," he coaxes you softly, opening and grabbing your hand from under the table delicately to lead you to stand over him. his hand guides over the small of you're back once you're up, leading you to sit on his lap with your back pressed against the table and your legs dangling over one side of his chair.
he holds your forearms gently, looking up at you with sad, understanding eyes. "are you comfortable showing me?" he murmurs so intimately, easing you into his warm consolation.
you don't nod or answer him verbally. instead, you wordlessly roll up the sleeve of your sweater to reveal angry red scratch lines running up your inner forearm. nanami's lips curl in pain as though he can feel the sting of your scars, holding your arm gently for him to look over it.
the sight kills him, though he tries to keep his cool. this isn't about him, it's about you, but goodness, the image of the scars on your beautiful skin makes him hurt like no other pain he's experienced.
"is this all of it?" he asks you, and you shake your head.
"there's some on my thighs," you mutter, looking down.
he nods. "alright," he sighs. "alright."
"...i know you have so much on your plate already... i just-"
"don't. don't even," he stops you, eyes still roaming over your irritated skin. nanami usually commends himself for remaining collected in times of crisis, but he's desperately fighting a part of him that wants to yell out and cry for the sake of you.
he imagines you struggling with this on your own, long before he came into your life, and the thought makes him cringe to picture just how far this must have gotten. these scratches he is surveying now already look bad enough. were the other ones worse?
"(y/n), you know this isn't okay," he looks up at your face and sees how you are avoiding his eyes. you look so small compared to how you usually carry yourself, and it kills him. "to harm yourself like this... you can't treat yourself this way, darling, you know you can't."
"i know," you mumble. "i just had a moment, and now i'm scared that- that i'll go back to how things were."
"as long as i'm with you, you won't. i promise you that," nanami swears. "it was just this one time since you last?"
you nod. "yeah..."
"okay," he nods once more, convincing himself that this is something he can help stop before it gets any more out of hand. "why'd you do it this time, my love? what were you thinking that led you here? is there something i can do differently? is it work? is it a combination of things?"
"i wish it were that easy to explain, kento," you frown, glancing up at him helplessly. "but it's just... it's just a feeling i can't put into words. i can't pinpoint the source. i just... one minute i felt like i couldn't breathe, and the next i was..."
"okay," he repeats, letting you know that you no longer need to say anything more. you don't have to revisit it. he understands. he will take care of it. he'll help you. "okay, darling. how about this. i call off of work tomorrow and we can sit and talk about seeing a new therapist. then we can go out and do whatever you want. just for fun. does that sound okay with you?"
your nose flares and your lips tug to the side as you nod, truly not comprehending how you managed to find a man so patient with you. "yeah, that's good," you say softly, and nanami is at least relieved that you are willing to take further steps into a better direction.
"good," he whispers, rolling the sleeve of your sweater back down so that you no longer feel exposed or feel like you have to think any more about the things you did to yourself when you felt alone. "it's alright, my love. we'll get through it. you'll get past this just like you did last time," he encourages you, moving to caress your shoulder lovingly as you hold his gaze. "it's okay," he tells you again, and you nod weakly, leaning over to plop your head against his shoulder.
nanami holds you to him and exhales, food completely forgotten. his only priority now is to be there for you in the ways he could not before the two of you met.
"thank you for telling me."
choso kamo: choso worships the ground you walk on because he can not fathom a world without, nor the fact that you happened to stumble into his life on a whim. to imagine you hurt is the very worst thing that the man can think of, and the notion that you would hurt yourself is beyond his comprehension.
you aren't actively trying to hide any of your scars when he finds them. the scars are old, faded reminders of the pain that you used to endure and how you attempted to cope with it. while you are now six months free of self harming, the scars remain very present.
choso happens to catch sight of your scars when you are getting changed. he's sitting at the edge of your bed, face flushed, as he watches you blissfully change out of your pajamas and into clothes that you feel are best suited for a walk to the ice cream shop that choso has proposed. it's a bright sunday afternoon, and the brunette is eager to take advantage of the weather with the woman he holds close to his heart as well as his baby brother, who the two of you intend to meet at the store.
you're now dressed in nothing but a large white shirt and underwear, your legs bare as you strut around the space freely. choso's jade eyes follow you as you walk, completely obsessed with the way you move. he could watch you do the most mundane things for hours, which he truthfully tends to do anyway.
your back is to him before you round the bed, disappearing into the bathroom momentarily before coming back into the living room. choso's eyes still don't leave you, tracing over your face down your figure and finally to the front of your bare legs.
he falters, and his brows draw together when he catches dark marks littering over your inner thighs, only revealing themselves with the movement of your limbs as you walk.
the pale-skinned man grows confused and slightly concerned. he's never seen those marks on you before, and simultaneously, never on anyone else he knows either. he finds them to be a strange form of battle scars, especially due to the placement, the small size, and the sheer number of them. some of them take different shapes too, blurring together or over each other, while some stand out alone. they almost look like burns, but it's hard for choso to really tell.
you proceed about your business, searching through your drawer to pull out a skirt, when choso speaks up.
"love? what are those?" he asks curiously, perplexed.
you turn over your shoulder, shutting your drawer closed with your foot. "hm? what's what, cho?" you ask him, unsure of what he's referring.
choso, still slightly flustered by the vision of your half exposed body, nods his head into the direction of your lower legs. "those," he says again, and you look down, still lost.
you lift your foot momentarily, checking to see if something is stuck under or on top of it. you then survey the rest of your body, searching for something out of the ordinary. "uhhh," you trail off. "i'm not sure what you mean, baby. you're talking about my legs?"
you are far too desensitized to and familiar with the image of your scars to process that choso has never seen them before. the brunette, however, is unsatisfied, wanting an answer that you have yet to provide.
he leans forward, lifting his hand and pointing his finger directly to a patch of dark spots peeking out from your inner thighs. you follow his gaze, eyes landing on the culprits, and your shoulders drop in realization. "oh," you say shortly, choso retracting his hand.
he looks at you innocently, awaiting a response while you try to figure out how to explain this sight to him.
you don't want to worry him, but knowing choso, if you lead with the fact that these scars are there because you inflicted them onto yourself, he would have a heart attack, failing to find reason to your words.
even so, you know choso only wants to understand you as much as you desire to understand him. he wants to see the ugly parts as well as the beautiful parts of you that he is so drawn to, and if you hide it from him, that would only create a rift in your budding relationship that you aren't entirely too keen on creating.
you want him to know you, all of you, and these scars are as much of a part of you as the bones in your body and the blood pumping through your skin.
they're a sign of what you've been through, what you've overcome, and who you are now. they're important, and choso should know why they are there.
"that's a good question," you sigh, putting your skirt on the bed as you move to sit next to him at the edge of it. choso immediately turns to you, glancing over the marks shamelessly now that he has a better view of them.
"did someone do that to you?" is the first thought that crosses his mind, red drifting into his vision at the mere idea that someone has hurt you in such an intimate way.
"...no," you shake your head, lifting one leg up onto the bed, brushing his own, as the other dangles. "i put them there. a while ago," you explain honestly.
choso scrunches his brows tighter, eyes flickering up to your face then back down to try to identify what exactly the marks are. "what are they?" he repeats.
you exhale, puckering your lips as you prepare yourself for this difficult conversation. "they're burns, cho. from a match," you tell him.
now, the half-curse is incredibly confused. burn marks? on your lovely skin? in a place where only you could reach? put there by yourself?
you burned yourself?
"i don't understand," he frowns, shifting to face you better. "why would you..."
"i used to be in a really bad place, baby," you purse your lips, watching as his face contorts with consternation as he comes to understand that you purposefully harmed yourself.
"what do you mean? bad enough to do this to yourself?" he sounds mortified, his voice growing ragged the moment his tone picks up volume.
his pupils, moments ago blown pools of affection, are now shrunken dots of shock.
"don't look at me like that," you beg him, placing your hand over his own. his eyes snap to the sudden contact, then back to you with concern. "sometimes, when certain people are suffering from depression, or anxiety, or just overall bad thoughts and they feel like they have to... break out, or maybe punish themselves in a sense... they resort to hurting themselves."
choso gulps, lump forming in his throat as he listens to you with shaking eyes. "and that's what you did? you felt like you needed to punish yourself?"
"it's hard to explain to someone on the outside. i know it sounds... crazy, but it was the only way i knew how to cope with everything that i was dealing with."
"why didn't you come to me instead?" he immediately asks and you give him a sad, knowing look.
"because, we didn't know each other then, cho?"
"i don't care," he shakes his head, eyes keeping yours. "you should have found me."
the idea brings a hint of a smile to your lips, choso's sweetness warming your heart. "i didn't know who you were, baby, that would have been like begging a stranger for help."
"so?" he scoffs. "i loved you the moment i met you. it wouldn't have made any difference to me.
you sigh again, bringing your other hand to rest over top of your boyfriend's as you smile softly at him in an attempt to get him to calm down.
the panic is still written all over his face as he takes in your smile, the vision somehow only making him sadder. you're so gorgeous, inside and out, and that smile is only scratching the surface of your unending beauty.
to know now that your radiance was once outweighed by the torment in your mind encouraging you to harm yourself... well, it makes choso want to ball his eyes out. it makes him want to confront the physical manifestation of your past traumas and pummel it into the ground, bashing its head in for all the hurt that it has caused you.
"i ended up just fine, cho," you reassure him.
"why didn't you say anything before? were you trying to keep it from me?"
"no, baby, i just didn't think to tell you. i kinda forgot about them," you say, and that comment alone makes choso soften his features slightly.
"you forgot..." he recites your words. "does that mean you're better now?"
you hum in affirmation, smiling warmly. "it's been a while since i've hurt myself or done anything like that. i got through it. i'm okay now, these scars are just a permanent reminder of the past."
his frame sags slightly with relief, brows lifting as he looks over you with a blank expression. "i think i understand," he mumbles, looking back down at the marks. "i'm sorry you ever had to go through any of that."
"it's not your fault. you weren't there."
"i wish i had been. so i could have helped more. i know you said you're better, but maybe if i had been there i could've stopped you from hurting yourself at all."
"i wouldn't put that responsibility onto yourself, cho. it was my responsibility."
"still," his brows arch slightly. "i would have stuck with you every second of every day to make sure that you never had a second alone to do any of it. i wouldn't have let you, and i won't let you now." a thought seems to pop into his head when he finishes his last sentence. "you wouldn't go back to trying to hurt yourself, (y/n), would you?
you exhale. "i mean, i'd like to think i wouldn't, but sometimes these things aren't linear," you admit. "i just know that for now, i'm okay."
"the second you're not, though, you'd tell me?"
"yes. i would."
"you promise?"
"i promise, baby."
"okay," he sighs. "because i don't think i'd be able to function knowing you're upset."
the brown haired man leans over, carefully holding your thigh as he looks over your marks again, no longer flustered by your bare skin but entirely focused on the severity of your burns. you look down at him, hands slipping from his own as he surveys you closely like he's a doctor.
"they don't hurt anymore, do they?"
"nope. just scarred."
choso looks at you for a bit longer in silence before looking back up at you from his hunched state. "can i kiss them?"
you laugh softly, hand falling into his hair at you gaze at him with your heart aglow. "you want to kiss them?"
he nods. "so they can feel loved."
you coo, thumb smoothing over his temple as his eyes swell with adoration right before you. "of course you can."
toji fushiguro: toji is absolutely no stranger to scars. he's a human man with no cursed energy, having had his fair share of close calls on risky jobs that have left him with slashes over his calves, small pierces in his flesh, and cracked callouses. then, of course, there's the scar on his mouth bestowed upon him by his oh-so-loving family, which will be stuck with for the rest of his life.
scars follow toji like moths follow a flame, and he's numb to it. he believes that they are a part of life, both physically and mentally, especially with the kind of life that he leads. whether the wound is a large one or a small one he can barely see, he accepts scars as a part of who he is-
who he is.
while toji likes to parade around with a hardened exterior decorated with faded, scabbing wounds, that is something he deems fit for him and him only. he doesn't care what other people do with their lives as long as they leave him the hell out of it, but for the love of all the money that he has acquired over the years slaughtering sorcerers, he will be damned if he finds a single, tiny little scratch on your body.
scars are for toji, not for you, his darling little girlfriend and the day he finds out someone has hurt you enough to leave behind a mark is the day he's putting several bullets into the culprit's head.
toji's worst fear, though he hardly discusses it, is losing you and watching you get hurt. god, he practically lives to protect you, and to feel as though he has failed to do so would wound him detrimentally. he's a tough guy, but you make him so soft, and admittedly he wouldn't want to be soft for anyone but you. you're his rock, his little hot head, and he loves you more than life itself.
if you're hurt, he will lose it.
therefore, when he finds out that you're self-harming? oh, he's on the verge of losing his fucking mind.
he does a double-take when you step out of his room and into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around your body, his eyes widening and his brows arching immediately.
now, toji knows your body inside and out. he's explored every inch, he knows every crook, every crevice, every mark, every texture, and he has never once in the six months you have been together seen the red lines over your inner wrist.
he watches you with twisted lips as you grab an orange from the counter before walking back into his direction. you're almost back into the room when toji calls you.
"uh uh," he stops you, and you pause, turning over your shoulder and purposefully moving your left wrist to press into your towel.
"what?"
"come here," he orders and you give him a strange look.
"why?"
"i wanna see somethin'. come here."
you're quick to snap back easily with your own sarcastic retort, clearly in a foul mood over something. "if you want to fuck, can you wait until i'm fully dried off and after i finish this?' you hold up the orange in your other hand, a perturbed look on your face.
"i don't want to fuck, (y/n), i want you to come here."
toji's voice comes out sternly, and on the verge of anger. you survey his posture, his arms leaning over his legs as he cranes to look at you with a suspicious, firm expression. you can tell that he's serious, and a sudden sense of fear overtakes you that you mask with annoyance.
you don't say a word when you slowly walk up to him, crossing your arms over your chest to conceal your wrist, the hand holding the orange tucked under your elbow.
"what is it?"
toji holds out his palm. "give it."
"...my orange?"
"put it in my hand."
you huff, carefully maneuvering your arm around to keep your inner wrist pointed toward your body as you bring forward the orange and plop it aggressively into his hand. toji watches your other arm the entire time, taking clear note of how you refuse to let your wrist show, and you know you're fucked.
the green-eyed man tosses the orange to the side of the couch and holds out his large palm again, eying you intensely. you look down at him with a frustrated frown, shrugging. "i don't have anymore oranges."
"don't be cute, doll."
"what? do you want my hand?"
"you know i want your hand."
you roll your eyes, raising the hand you had held your orange with when he stops you. "not that one. the other one."
your heart pangs, shaking your entire body as he looks to you expectantly. how the fuck had he managed to notice the scar on your wrist so quickly?
the moment you hesitate, he knows that what he saw earlier is something to be concerned about. you normally never hide yourself from toji, and the way you go about hiding your arm now is defensive enough to raise several brows. he knows you're not dumb, too. he knows that you know exactly what he wants to see.
"(y/n)." he cocks a brow, the severity of his demeanor only making you more uneasy.
he can't see. he can't see what you've just done. he'll hate you. he'll look at you like you're crazy.
"what if i don't want to give you my hand?"
"then i'll just grab it for you, and i don't think either of us wants to go there."
you release a trembling, aggravated breath. you can't get away with anything when toji's around, and while you ponder having chosen to get an orange later, you know deep down somewhere you wanted toji to see. you wanted him to help you, which is why you walked out of that bathroom half an hour after having put those scars on your arm.
"hand, now."
you turn your eyes away with a grunt, slapping your wrist into his hand facing downward. toji is quick to whip it upside once he has a grip on you, and his eyes seem to freeze over the sight of three fresh slices on your upper forearm up close.
his jaw clenches, then unclenches, then clenches and unclenches again as his lips twitch and his eyes adjust to the vision. you're hurt. not only are you hurt, but it looks as though you've recently been hurt. you've hurt yourself.
toji has a hard time figuring out what to do. he's not good with things like this, but he knows that seeing you with scars on your arm is quite literally about to set him off. he always imagined having to defend you from others who seek to hurt you, but never having to defend you from yourself.
he can't fathom it. he's struggling, the muscles in his eyes are twitching, and he can't handle it. he can feel his heart begin to race, unsure if he is angry or scared or mortified or devastated.
there are three lines in your arm. bright red. staring right back up at him.
and you put them there?
no way, you put them there.
but you did. clearly you did, or else you wouldn't be looking so guilty right now.
but when did you? how did you? why did you?
he doesn't know what to think. he doesn't know what to say. he swore he'd always protect you, but how does he even begin to try to protect you from yourself?
"are you out of your mind?"
the question leaves him rather calmly, a low inquiry that you are unsure is meant to be directed as an insult or a genuine ask.
you can't look at him. you don't even know what to think yourself. it had all happened so fast while you were in the bathroom, before you got into the shower.
one minute, you were staring angrily in the mirror, cursing your reflection as your wicked thoughts sprouted grubby arms and guided you toward the pair of brow scissors that you kept in your makeup cabinet on the left side of toji's bathroom.
you wanted to feel in control of the disdain you felt lurking within your soul. you wanted to feel something for fear that you would never be able to feel again, and before you knew it, you were dragging the exposed blade over your skin.
"d'you wanna explain why i'm looking at these cuts on your arm, (y/n)?"
and you know, you know that it's a bad sign when toji uses your name instead of the plethora of pet names he normally elects to call you: doll, princess, mama, girl, pretty baby- anything but your actual government name, and when you hear it roll from his tongue under these circumstances, you can only imagine what's going through his head.
you shift on your bare feet, looking down at your toes. "dunno," is all you say, and toji scoffs in disbelief.
"you don't know?" he emphasizes. "that's all you have to say?"
"if you wanna embarrass me, go ahead, toji. seriously, i'm tired."
"what the fuck makes you think i wanna embarrass you? i wanna know why the fuck my girlfriend walked out of the bathroom with cuts on her arm!"
you rip your arm away immediately when he yells, storming back off into his room and slamming the door behind you.
toji jumps up, suddenly frazzled. he doesn't want you alone in there. he doesn't want you out of his sight.
the navy haired man moves quickly to his door and grabs the handle, only to find it locked. he jiggles it harshly and bangs on the door. beginning to panic. "open the door, (y/n)," he shouts, meeting no reply.
little does he know, your back is pressed against the other side as tears crash over your cheeks. you don't know how you expected toji to react, but the look on his face just now and his tone of voice was enough to send you running off.
you feel ashamed, weak. you shouldn't have gone out there at all. you should have waited until you were dressed, discarding the whole idea of letting toji see what you did so that you could suffer in silence without his help, because what help could he truly provide anyway?
toji's a tough man, but he's soft for you. he would stand in front of a moving train for you. he would sacrifice his life for you, so when you don't answer, he imagines the worst.
"open the door," he says again, weaker, tugging desperately at the handle though he knows it won't budge. he knows he could break the door down, and he's prepared to until he hears you sniff amdist his pounding. he immediately stops, face dropping.
fuck.
this is bad.
he knew it was before, but for some reason, it's only now registering how bad this is.
you're in pain. you hurt yourself because you're in pain and you need him, but he doesn't know how to help you. he's never dealt with anything like this before.
his hand slides from the door and to his side, forehead knocking against the door though his other hand remains tight on the handle. he just needs to see you.
"princess," he mutters defeatedly. "don't make me kick this door in."
silence.
"please," he softens even more. "please, (y/n), let me in."
the house falls quiet once more and you give in. you feel so lost, and the only person who can at least comfort you, in his own way, is toji.
you slowly turn to unlock the door and step back as toji opens it swiftly, staring down at you with wide eyes and at least relieved to see that you havenât done any further harm to your body.
he does, however, see your tears.
his face tightens as he bends down to scoop you up in an instant, your legs and arms tightening around him as you snivel into his shoulder, his large palms sliding over your body. he feels your small body tremble against him as he walks the two of you over to the edge of his bed, sitting down as you cling to him like a koala.
"i dunno what happened," you whimper into him. "i dunno why i did it. i dunno. i dunno."
you say it over and over, your voice as broken as toji feels listening to you.
he wishes he knew what to do. he wishes he was better equipped to handle this, but never in his worst nightmares did he dream that he would find you here, his fiery girl, the love of his life.
he's been so busy trying to protect you from the outside world that he hasn't even thought about the things that could harm you from within.
he stays silent as you babble to him through tears, holding you just like he knew how. he doesn't want to picture those scars on you. he doesn't want to picture what led you to put them there. he just wants to hold you, to at least let you know that he's here and he's not going anywhere. he may not know how to help, but he knows how to love you and he hopes that's enough.
"i'm not letting you out of my sight, y'hear?" he says gruffly into your ear and you nod meekly. "i'm not letting this happen ever again. not as long as i'm alive."
he mentally swears to rid your house and his of any and every sharp object he can find and to throw it all in a safe as you sink into him.
toji knows how to protect and toji knows how to fight. though he's more acclimated with fighting others, if he has to fight to protect yourself from your innermost demons, then hell, he will find a way to do just that.
sukuna ryomen: lord help you and lord help anyone within a fifty-mile radius when the king of curses discovers that you've been harming yourself.
sukuna is not at all very good with his words or his expressions of affirmations. he is a being of action, and he believes that he has proven his love for you enough by simply allowing you to be in his presence longer than anyone else ever has or ever will.
at first, when he sees a scar or two on your leg, he thinks its just an accident or a result of you being clumsy. then, three more pop up, then five, then far more than he's even willing to count, and he decides that this scar pattern is somehow intentional.
he knows no one else has marked them onto you because he is prepared to kill anyone who comes too close, especially if they have ill intentions. if you were in danger at someone else's hand, he would be the first to know and the person meaning you harm would be dead before they could even think about touching you.
therefore, when he sees that the only person normally within your company is him, uraume, and yourself, the process of elimination leads him to you.
he goes about confronting you rather harshly, as well, for he knows no other way to be.
you're out in the garden of his large residence one day, soaking up the sun, when you hear familiar, loud stomps heading your way from behind.
you turn around and squint to peer up at sukuna, who is standing over you with a menacing glare in his crimson eyes. you don't necessarily find this out of the ordinary, so you greet him as usual.
"hi, kuna," you say sweetly. "you good?"
he is not good. not at all, so he gets straight to the point. "come inside, woman."
you quirk a brow. "why? i just got out here?"
"do not question me."
"can it wait, like, fifteen minutes?"
"do you wish to live in the next fifteen minutes?"
you sigh, entirely too used to sukuna's facade of cruelty around you. you know by now that the king of curses would never dare to hurt you.
"i do intend, to live, yes," you smirk.
"then you will come inside as i have demanded."
"no, sukuna. i want to stay out here for a bit. i've been inside all day."
the pink haired man fumes, teeth grinding together in agitation. he doesn't want to delay this conversation any further than it has already been delayed, but of course, you choose to be difficult.
"very well, we will do this out here," he growls and you smile.
"good."
you don't prepare yourself for when sukuna grabs the back of your chair and whips out around to face him with the unpleasant screech of the legs against the cobblestone. you wince, then retract your face when sukuna lowers his to stare at you from mere centimeters away, one of his arms grasping to push up the lose leg of your shorts up to reveal the set of scars littering your skin.
your eyes go wide, his movements too quick for you to process all at once.
"are these your doing?" he hisses and you gulp.
"s-sukuna-"
"i did not ask for you to say my name. i asked if these scars are your doing."
his eyes are piercing, striking directly into yours. "what are you talking about?" you whisper shakily.
"are we going to pretend like you're an idiot now?" he snarls. he's so mean, but he feels it's for good reason. your body has been tainted, and for some reason, you have been doing the tainting. he needs to know why.
you shake your head weakly. "no..."
"then answer me properly. i will not repeat myself a third time."
you bite down on your lower lip, heart ringing in your ears. you didn't even know sukuna paid attention to you enough to catch wind of something like this.
"yes... i did this," you finally tell him, and sukuna is livid.
"and why would you be doing something so foolish? scars are not something you are meant to give yourself, human."
"please don't be a dick, sukuna, not right now."
"i am asking a perfectly reasonable question and i expect you to answer it," he glowers. "now."
"you wouldn't understand if i told you," you frown and he clicks his tongue.
"stop assuming things of me before i lock you inside of my room where you can not escape or even fathom doing something like this to yourself again under my supervision."
you curl your brows, frowning up at your boyfriend. "if i tell you, you'll call me foolish."
"because this is foolish," he grunts. "but i will not if my doing so will get you to fucking explain yourself."
you shake your head, looking down and contemplating before deciding to just get it over with so that he can stop putting you on the spot. "sometimes i just feel shitty," is all you elect to say.
but sukuna is hardly satisfied with this response. "so you choose to inflict pain upon yourself instead of calling upon me?"
"i told you, you wouldn't understand," you say. "it's not something i can easily explain to you either."
sukuna narrows his eyes. "fine."
he lowers himself to grab you legs and throw you over his shoulder. you squeal, grabbing onto his back as he begins to walk you back into his home and toward his room. "sukuna!" you kick your legs around. "put me down!"
"no. you're coming with me, and you're going to sit and talk me through every single thought that has crossed your little mind to make you think that injuring yourself in such a way is tolerable within the walls of my residence. then after that, you'll come with me everywhere i go from this point on."
"what?!" you exclaim from where you hang upside down. "I don't wanna go everywhere you go," you wine.
"too bad. you should have thought of that before you decided to harm yourself."
sukuna is horrible with words, and far more horrible with expressing his concerns, but despite your temporary discomfort with how he goes about approaching the situation, you can still see in the pinch of his brow and the stiffness of his posture, combined with his refusal to let you go without a proper explanation, that he cares very deeply for your wellbeing.
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[â°] ⌠Y/N & TOJI BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT⌠537k views
⌠đŹ âşăăă.ăăăăâ
ęŠ actor! toji x actress! reader
⤡ synopsis : you & toji deny the dating rumours, but youâre both being a little bit too comfortable with each other for your relationship to be just âplatonicâ.
sfw, fluff, toji is a little ooc <3
. art credits to deltapork on twitter
.. inspired by this post
⌠part 2, part 3, part 4
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ęŠ first clip
you & toji are in an interview, one to promote the upcoming release of the action movie you both star in where youâre the main love interest. it is bound to be a huge success, judging by the interest and how everyone loves the chemistry you and toji have both in and out of film!
the interviewer asks you a question and while youâre responding you can feel someone staring at you. you turn to your left where toji is sitting, and he has his eyes dead set on you, not looking away for one second. you turn your focus back to the interviewer to continue answering, but you canât help but turn back and see that he is still staring at you with his intense blue eyes. you repeat this a few times before cutting off your own sentence with a giggle and covering your face with your hands.
toji chuckles in confusion, looking at the interviewer and then back at you, bewildered. âwhat-whats so funny?â
you look at toji with your hands still covering your face. âtoji, i canât concentrate when you look at me like that!â
toji tilts his head, swiftly shifting his chair in your direction and leans closer to you, practically nose to nose at this point. âlike what?â
âlike that!â you laugh, covering your hot face once more as he and the interviewer laugh at your actions.
the interviewer chimes in. âi do have to say, your eyes can be quite intimidating..â
âsee?!â you say to toji and then look to the interviewer. âthank you.â
toji huffs and just looks at you. and you look back at him with a small grin on your face.
you speak. âas i was sayingâŚâ
you repeat your response to the question and toji exaggeratedly stares at you and you attempt to ignore it (and fail).
ęŠ second clip
this was a behind the scenes clip, where your cast member is speaking about his characters relationship with the other main characters but sadly for him, that is not where the viewersâ attention was.
in the background, they see toji sitting on a couch looking at his phone and then you walking into frame. toji looks up from his phone, and if you look very closely, he can be seen smiling at you. you walk over and plop down on the couch right next to him. you both talk to each other for a few moments, faces close together and then you lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and taking what appears to be a nap. toji, moving as slowly as he can, takes a blanket that is already on the couch and drapes of over you. you snuggle closer to him, prompting toji to rest his head on top of yours. he does just that.
ęŠ third clip
during an interview with you and the cast members, including toji, in front of a live audience, you somehow found yourselves on the topic of the types of cars you all have. you then remember how toji had told you about a motorcycle he owned, but you forgot which kind.
âi think i wanna ride on tojiâs..motorcycle! i think-â
you hear the audience laugh and hear a few wolf whistles and you turn to your fellow actors, who are also laughing, especially gojo. you seem confused, but then you think back to what you said a second ago and feel your face heat up in embarrassment.
âoh, no no nonono-â shaking your head vehemently, âthat is not-â
âtojiâs motorcycle eh?â gojo teases while raising his eyebrows and wiggling his fingers, which only encourages the mockery and your desire to punch him.
you cover your face with your hand and sigh. âoh my god.â
while everybody in the room makes fun of you, you look to the left to see tojiâs reaction and the camera pans to his smug smirking face.
âi mean iâm free friday night so..â he trails off, winks at you and the audience goes crazy and you shove your face in your hands.
âforget i even said anything!â
ęŠ fourth clip
you and toji were recording a little vlog like video for the fans, talking about what it was like on set when you get onto the subject of what working with the other cast members is like.
âyeah gojoâs is pain in the ass.â toji states and shakes his head, fondly almost. ânever stops running that big mouth âa his.â
spits of laughter fall from your mouth at his frankness. âuhh..yeah thatâs true, gojo if you see this donât be offended!â
âyeah we still like you we just..wish youâd shut the fuck up more often.â
âtoji!â you gasp and slap his chest, âyouâre no spring chicken either you know.â
toji scoffs and looks at you with a raised brow. âyeah, youâre a handful yourself.â
âwhat? no iâm not!â toji tilts his head and blinks. âeveryone says iâm great to work with. youâre such a liar.â you roll your eyes with a laugh.
toji chuckles and moves closer to you on the sofa, and leans towards your face. âno âs alright. i have big hands.â he places a kiss on your cheek.
âew, youâre so corny!â you lean away and wipe away his kiss, trying not to smile and look flustered.
ęŠ fifth clip
this was a big day for y/n x toji lovers, when a movie you were both in won an award. now, neither of you were the main characters, but the fans made sure to make you both the most popular ones.
while the director is accepting the award, fans zoomed in on you and toji standing near the back of the group of cast members, where youâre tearing up and trying not to cry. youâre wiping your tears and toji looks at you and does a double take when he realises that youâre crying. he looks down at you and hugs you from the side, which makes you lay your head on his chest and wrap an arm around his waist. toji accepts this invitation and full on hugs you, kissing the top of your head softly and rubbing your back.
ęŠ sixth clip
toji posts workout videos on his instagram stories. theyâre mostly of him lifting weights and theyâre rare, so fans cherish them.
and then theres a short video of you laying on top of tojiâs back while he does pushups like itâs nothing. youâre smiling, spreading your arms out like youâre flying. toji suddenly starts going fast as fuck, making you bounce and almost fall off. you gasp and start hitting the back of his head while the person recording starts to laugh (most likely gojo).
you fall off tojiâs back and lay on the floor like a starfish. the camera pans to a proud looking toji before you kick his face.
a/n: thank u for reading ^_-
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what are we? ââ bakugo k. (1.4k)⚠࣪ Ë part two
"so.. who here has a secret boyfriend we don't know about?" mina asks the first thing that came to mind not even a minute after this impromptu slumber party that's currently held in yaoyorozu's room
after a long week of training and pro hero studies, you lot decided to why not unwind by having a little sleepover at one of the girls' rooms. yaoyorozu was kind enough to volunteer to hold it in her room as she has never experienced sleepovers with others
you all looked at each other with curiosity. curious if anyone was actually in a committed relationship that the class didn't know about. not like it was their business or anything..
"what? nobody? that's kinda hard to believe.." hagakure comments, genuinely surprised since usually at this age where everyone is in high school, you're bound to get into relationships
"i mean it's like we have the time to mingle around since we're busy with training and on top of that, trying to keep afloat with our academics" tsuyu points out, a finger on her chin as she recalls if anyone actually had free time to spare amidst all the chaos your class has been through
hearing what tsuyu said, mina whines, dramatically flailing her arms around
"ugh i hate that what you said is true, tsuyu-chan.. but what about crushes! do you guys have a crush on anyone in class or anyone in ua?" mina continues to bombard everyone with questions related to romance. to you it almost feels targeted because you're not too sure if she knows something about you
"crushes?" uraraka trails off. all of a sudden she shakes her head vigorously.
"what's wrong uraraka-chan?" tsuyu asks, worried
"oh my god! are you crushing on someone?!" hagakure squeals, "you have someone in mind don't you!"
the girls (minus you, tsuyu and yaoyorozu) start to bombard her with questions
"is it midoriya?!"
"is it iida?!"
"who?!"
"it's nobody!" uraraka defends herself, shaking her hands around. mina pouts but drops the subject.
you didn't even realize that you were holding in your breath til jirou points it out
"what's with the sigh of relief, y/n?" jirou pokes your side jokingly.
wrong move on your part
suddenly there was a certain glint on mina's eyes. like you just walked into her trap
"you haven't said anything since we started talking about crushes, y/n-chan.. anyone in mind?" mina grins mischievously.
"no one" you say abruptly but it turns out your own body betrays you. you can literally feel the heat creeping up to your cheeks
"oh my god she's blushing! WHO! IS IT IN OUR CLASS OR CLASS B? WHO?! WE NEED TO KNOW" hagakure squeals in joy, suddenly clasping your hands together as she shakes you
"it's nobody you guys-"
"i've been meaning to ask, y/n-san.. if there's anything going on between you and bakugo-san" yaoyorozu speaks up for the first time tonight
mina and hagakure both scream in delight
"what makes you say that, yaomomo?" you ask, trying to calm your heartbeat at the mention of the boy you think you're seeing..
you and bakugo had a weird, for lack of better word, "relationship" going on at the moment. one would call it a situationship but you're still not 100% sure if it's even heading to that direction
it all started after the provisional license exams. the same night where he and deku had a brawl at ground beta. right after bakugo and deku got dismissed by aizawa, you bumped into him in the kitchen. obviously scared out of your wits that he was looking all beaten up, you brought him to the nearest bathroom to clean his cuts and bruises
since then you and him had found yourselves in this weird "relationship". sure, he's still the same bakugo you first met during the first day of classes. always brash and rowdy but when it was only the two of you.. he was.. a littler calmer than usual
to others, he was his usual explosive self but when it came to you, his tone would be a little softer. still, it's still rough around the edges but the subtle change is noticeable if you were a close friend of his
overtime, you and bakugo slowly became touchy with each other. there were lingering stares, lingering touches when you two were paired up to spar during training and what not
obviously with this sudden change of attitude towards you, the whole class noticed it. why were you getting treated differently by the king explosion god himself?
and before you even noticed it, you found yourself almost by his side at all times in the dorms. may it be in the kitchen where you're basically his second in command when he was in charge of cooking, in the lounge whenever everyone decides to have a little movie marathon or a little celebration, literally everywhere to the point everyone had made assumptions that you two have something going on
have you guys said anything about your little situation? no
have you guys shared a kiss? maybe
have you guys been caught holding hands? definitely. on multiple occasions
but nobody dared to question it. or else they would've been blown away by boom boom boy himself.
that is until, the girls found an opening which was tonight at yaoyorozu's room, in the middle of your slumber party
"i didn't mean to eavesdrop that one time but i overheard you giving him your notes when he was under house arrest for a few days" yaoyorozu sheepishly admits. she suddenly clasps her hands together and bows as she spews apologies for eavesdropping that one time
and like a domino effect, it seems like all the girls have noticed something about the two of you all along
"that reminds me! when we were practicing for the school festival, one time i saw bakugo teaching y/n how to play drums!" jirou quips
"did you guys notice the look on bakugo's face during the joint training with class 1-b when she got hit by gevaudan?! he was pissed!" uraraka adds
"don't think we didn't notice the look you have on your face whenever bakugo comes home from their remedial classes" hagakure teases
"god i've been dying to know! kirishima keeps telling me that he hears bakugo laughing to himself late at night at times now it's all clicking!" mina gushes
all this time you thought you and bakugo hid it well. then again it's like you two even had the chance to properly talk about whatever you two have going on
"so what do you have to say for yourself, y/n-chan? or cat got your tongue?" mina teases, nudging your shoulder
all the girls lean forward, awaiting for your answer
"... we're friends- yeah that's right! we're just friends you guys" you say awkwardly, scratching the back of your head as a nervous habit to top it all off
mina and hagakure don't buy it
"that's not very nice of you to deny your boyfriend like that" mina teases, poking you multiple times in hopes you break (you almost do)
not wanting to say anything else that could potentially jinx whatever you have going on with the blonde, you shrug. it might be a little embarrassing on your end to admit that you and the infamous bakugo katsuki were in a little dilemma you call a situationship
sensing that you weren't gonna budge anytime soon, mina moves on with the subject. talking about what quirks they wished they have from the class
you took this time to pull out your phone and send a little update to your.. friend
[9:24PM] you: so the girls asked me if i had a boyfriend.. [9:24PM] kitkats: and what did u say?? [9:25PM] you: i said no lol cus i dont have one [9:26PM] kitkats: ?? [9:26PM] kitkats: so am i just an arm accessory now or?
right before you were able to reply back, mina snatches your phone from your hands.
"no texting during the slumber party!" she yells, before taking a peek at who you're messaging
"give it back, mina!" you scream, trying to get your phone back to prevent her from reading what seems to be a new message from bakugo
"oh my god it's bakugo! wait let me send him a pic so he won't disturb our party" she squeals, taking a quick selfie of everyone with you looking all stressed out
"and.. sent!" she smiles proudly. after what seems like torture (it was only a few seconds) mina tosses your phone back to your hands before continuing on whatever you guys were talking about
not even a minute later, bakugo replies
[9:30PM] kitkats: raccoon eyes you better not set yn up with someone else when im literally right fuckin' here
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DAD AND DOLLARS -p.js-
pairingâ dad!jay x money struggling fem!reader
synopsis: The hot rich dad next door needs a babysitter? Sign you up.
genre: smut minors do not interact, dilf au, slight age gap (jay is in mid 20s while reader is in early 20s), p with plot, p with feelings
wc: 12.9k
-all warnings below cut-
warnings: slight jealously, profanity, kissing, alcohol consumption
smut warnings: unprotected sex (just donât that), p in v, praising, dirty talk, oral (fem rec.), fingering, squirting, breeding kink, creampies, usage of nicknames (doll, good girl, sir)
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You looked dead center at your laptop to see the ridiculous total number summed up. Over thousands of dollars of student debt is yet to be paid off and youâre not even halfway done.
You closed your computer shut because if it was out of sight it was out of mind, at least for the time being. You sighed, rubbing your temple hoping to soothe the ache forming but the sudden loud beeping of a truck backing up disrupted your train of thought.
The annoying blaring sound only worsened your headache that it felt like it was going to explode any second. Your eye twitched, you were already running on 2 hours of sleep, you hoped to at least get some sleep in before working until late in the night.
Standing up from your table, you walked over to the small window that allowed just enough space to see outside but your eyes narrowed seeing someoneâs back quite literally blocking your view. You quietly mumbled under your breath before wacking open your door.
You currently were in no mood to deal with any solisticing today.
âLook-â You began but quickly stopped when you see the scene before you, a manâa hot man at that, not much older than you or at least you assumed carrying a little girl who resembles him
His hair perfectly combed back showing off his forehead and neatly done undercut with his sharp jawline that looks like it could quite literally cut you in half, a nose bridge all tall and mighty as he wore a simplistic nude pink button up that managed to make your knees weak.
Not a lot of people canât pull that color off but he sure as hell can.
What stood out to you the most was the jewelry that shone in the sunlight blinding you. Just from the mere pieces of jewelry alone, you could practically feel the success flowing through and out of him.
The jewelry the little girl wore outcompeted each and every single one you could ever own. And yet, that wasnât enough to make you peel your eyes away. You hadnât realized how long youâve been staring until the said little girl pointed it out.
Embarrassed, you finally looked away and the mysterious man cleared his throat. âAh, if you'll excuse my daughterâ
Wait what. Daughter?!
You held yourself back from dropping your jaw. Even though you were assuming he wasnât much older than you, he already has a daughter, a young one at that and youâre over here stressing over student debt. What stressful time you must be having.
âWeâve been up since this morning moving in, so she is a little antsy. Please do forgive us for disrupting youâ
Anyone would be if theyâve been up since morning to mo- Wait Moving in?
It mustâve shown on your face because the male in front of you lightly chuckled but it wasnât like the usual chuckles that you hear from other guys. It was rather deeper, more mellow and rumbled out of him and it twisted your insides out.
âWeâve just moved in next doorâ He adjusted his daughter into one arm hoisting her up with ease while his free hand extended a hand to shake with yours, âPleasure to meet you, Iâm Park Jongseongâ
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Another exhausting day, another terrible pay.
Youâre genuinely wondering how youâre going to manage to just make it by this upcoming month without falling into a hole and never coming out of it.
Your current job isnât nearly enough to cover all your expenses in the slightest but thereâs such a shortage of job opportunities that youâre stuck there until some miracle falls into your lap and presents you with all the answers to your prayers.
Rubbing your shoulders, you twist your head side to side to feel the crack of your neck relieving you from the tension in it but thatâs when you hear the deep faint voice thatâs been taunting your mind ever since youâve heard it.
Before you could even prepare yourself or more like jam your keys into the lock to rush in before getting caught you hear the small greeting for you, âHi miss!â You nervously gulp before turning around replacing your mumbled breath with a sweet smile towards the little girl holding her dadâs index finger with her small hand
âWell hi there!â You cheerily returned her greet with a fast wave, your eyes remained trained on her not daring to look up to her father hoping there would be no interaction between but the universe was not in your favor today
âComing back after a long day?â His voice filled your mind again and you held back a nervous smile not trusting yourself to speak only left you to nod at his words
Your eyes rose higher until you caught him and he gave a tight smile and you swore your heart mightâve exploded right then and there. It was something so simple yet it had your mind reeling.
You awkwardly touched your neck making it seem like it was sore when in reality you were making sure you still had a pulse.
âSay goodbye honey, sheâs had a long day at work. Iâm sure she needs some restâ Jay softly spoke to his daughter who looked up to your shaky eyes and raised her hand to wave goodbye to you
Your heart melted as you happily waved goodbye to her.
Too caught up in the moment, you seemed to have forgotten the very man you were successfully ignoring for those few seconds his daughter had your attention, âMake sure to rest wellâ
Before you could register the words, they were already walking past you in hushed whispers. Your mouth hung open trying to figure out a response that didnât embarrass you.
âThank you Jongseong. Same to youâ You opted to say through the few second turmoil and when he turned around hearing your voice, itâs corny to admit but it was like slow motion
Everything seemed to be forgotten about as you were solely focused on him. The earrings that hung from his ears, his folded up sleeves exposing his forearm and watch until you saw his beautiful smile. A warm genuine smile.
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âWoah- Hold on. You mean to tell me that good looking man I saw on my way here was your neighbor?!â Your friend shrieked once you broke the news to her
Supposed to be an important study session for your upcoming exam somehow turned into a 3 hour talking session, laptops and papers discarded.
You groan at your friend's words, hate having to be reminded that he was indeed your neighbor. So close yet so far from you.
âHe dresses so damn good, looks like he has a lot ofâ Your friend rubbed her fingers together with raised eyebrows making you roll your eyes, âPlus I saw him with his little sister, heâs such a good brotherâ
âThatâs his daughterâ You unconsciously said and you didnât realize until you took notice of the silence from your friend who stared at you like she had just seen a ghost
âYou mean to tell me that was his daughter with him..?â You nodded your head and your friend nearly fell off of her chair at the sudden revelation, âHoly shit⌠Youâre living next door to a dilf!â Your friend screech as she stumbled in her seat over to you
You jumped when she clasped your hands into hers, hopeful eyes staring directly into you with a certain mischievous gleam you knew far too well.
âSo when are you getting on that?â Your friend raised an eyebrow and you shot her a confused look
âGetting on what?â
Your friend had to take a minute or so to just look at you in amusement but not in a good way.
âYou mean to tell me you havenât even thought about getting together with him ever since you saw him?!â
You yanked your hands away before lightly pushing her away shaking your head. âHeâs either married or at least seeing someoneâ You said trying to make it believable for yourself more than for herâbut you always noticed the lack of band on his ring finger every time you saw him or any sign of anyone else living with him besides his daughter
âI didnât see any ring on his fingerâ Your friend shrugged her shoulders, tilting her head to the side
So he must be seeing someone. Because thereâs no way that he is single and roaming the streets just like that.
You quickly went to grab your discarded laptop to move on from the topic. This was enough talking for today about your undeniably hot neighbor who just so happened to be a dad.
Your friend suddenly slammed your laptop shut. âWhat are you doing?â You asked but saw her finger pointed directly towards you
âNo bigger question is what are you doingâ Emphasizing the you in her sentence
You stared at her dumbfounded, making her groan in annoyance.
âWhen was the last time you went on a date?â You opened your mouth to respond, âI mean an actual dateâ You closed your mouth right up
âExactly! Itâs been so long since youâve been treated, why not indulge in this nonsense just a littleâ She squished her thumb and index finger together showing basically no space in between them
âIn case you forgot, Iâm a broke student trying to get by till the end of this month. I donât have ti-â
âYeah yeah I know. You donât have time. You donât have the money. You donât have new or fancy clothesâ Your friend cited the same excuses youâve given to excuse yourself from anything thrown your way, âBut donât let it stop you this time. I have a good feeling about this oneâ She softly hummed with a soft smile hoping you take her words truthfully
âHeâs most definitely seeing someoneâ You softly muttered
âAnd if heâs not?â
The question made you think. Even if there was the slimmest chance that he was in fact single and was not seeing anyone, why would he look your way? You donât have much to offer.
âHeâs a dadâ You reminded but her soft smile dropped into something more menacing
âWell thatâs just the cherry on top, no?â
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âWhat would I do without you?â Your friend chimed, wrapping your sweater over her, it was well past midnight and you finally concluded your study session after all this time and you couldnât wait to fall asleep
âYouâd be walking yourself out in the freezing coldâ She chuckled at your response knowing it was the truth but she happily skipped ahead but stopped in her tracks raising and hand up to stop you
Before you could ask anything, she pulled your arm to where she is and thatâs where you see Jay. His little girl fast asleep in his arms, her puffy cheeks squishing against his broad shoulder as he carefully closed the door shut wanting to make as minimal noise as possible.
He locked the car and stuffed his keys into his trench coat and right when he turned he caught sight of you and your friend looking, he furrowed his eyebrows immediately noticing how you werenât wearing a sweater even though you were clearly cold from the shiver you let out.
Instantly you gave a quick smile to him not sure why he furrowed his eyebrows towards you but he kindly returned your smile with his own before walking past you and your friend still making sure his daughter was still fast asleep.
As he walked past you caught a whiff of his musk cologne and you wholeheartedly wanted to delve straight into it. It made your head woozy, it wasnât strong enough that it was overbearing but it was strong just enough that made sure his presence was embroidered into your mind even when he was long gone.
âOhâ You heard your friend murmur and you turned to look at her dazed expression staring at where he once stood at the side of his car, âYou actually got a double D living next doorâ
âDouble what?â Pure confusion written over your face and she rolled her eyes as if it was the most known thing in the whole wide world
âHello, a double D! A father who has money. Dad and dollars!â
Youâve just had a revelation.
âYou my friend have a hot and rich double D living next door to youâ
âYouâre unbearableâ You scoffed but you gasped when she lightly hit you
âThatâs youâ
âBut I am being so serious right now, you better get on that man before I doâ Before you could retaliate her sentence you heard faint shuffling coming towards your direction and to your surprise, you turned to see Jay coming back minus his daughter
âOhâ He stopped in his tracks seeing you and your friend, âYouâre still here?â It easily could be mistaken as a harsh slap to the face but his tone was soft and gentle that there was nothing to it besides true curiosity
You opened your mouth praying that something coherent would come out but your friend knew better than to trust you and let you figure it out on your own. Especially when he was right there.
âShe was just being such a kind friend and walking me outâ Your friend softly patted your back and you mentally cursed at how cold her hands were against your thin covered back
âWhat about you? Coming out again?â Your friend tilted her head and you had to hold yourself back from dragging her away
âHave to bring the grocery upâ Jay lightly waved the car keys before unlocking his car as the trunk slowly opened
âWe can help you!â Your friend suddenly chimed in and you felt all color drain from your face, you just werenât sure if it was from the cold finally getting to your numb face or how he stops walking and turns around
âYou want to help?â He raised an eyebrow and your friend eagerly nodded and threaded closer to him, when his eyes moved from her onto you wanting to see if you were coming along you remained frozen in place
All the time you were merely in his presence, your body shut down on you as you became just a hollow vessel. He expected a responseâany response from you but when he was received with nothing his lips formed a thin line and nodded his head.
âW-wait of course sheâs going to helpâ Your friend awkwardly chuckled before walking back over to you, âIt must be the cold getting to her. Silly her for not wearing a sweaterâ
You came back to your senses when your friend smacked your arm and you winced feeling how your spiky skin was far more sensitive to touch from how long youâve been out there.
Yet, you didnât have any chance to collect yourself as she dragged you with her in front of him as she gleamed with a smile. He blinked at the sudden appearance of you in front of him while you gulped harshly trying to keep your thoughts sane.
Even up close, your eyes looked over his face, never able to settle on a single feature until you landed on the slightly chapped lips but moved your eyes up to catch his eyes. Under dim lighting he looked phenomenal.
âAlright letâs get those groceriesâ Your friend peeped
You looked away from him down to the ground before softly nodding your head. You were going to help gather some bags but you stopped when you felt a weight place around your shoulder. You looked down to see the trench coat over your body.
Turning to face Jay, he gave a gentle nod. âYou need it way more than meâ His voice rumbled throughout your mind earning the gears to shift inside you by his voice and gesture alone
His eyes examined you in his coat before softly smiling to himself at his thoughts, âNext time make sure to bundle up before going out. You can catch a cold easilyâ
The cold that was once lived in your body faded away into pure warmth and it was all thanks to your neighbor living next door.
It hadnât taken long until all the groceries were brought into his place in one trip. Your friend huffed, shaking her head as if she had run a marathon.
You softly chuckled at her state and softly padded her back to help regulate her breathing again. Underestimating her energy after hours of studying finally caught up to her.
âWho⌠Goes grocery shopping at this time?â Your friend pants
âI guess thatâll be meâ Jay chuckles earning a curious look from you which he catches, âThereâs not enough time in the day that allows me to properly shop and get everything I need, especially when Iâm with my daughterâ
âSounds like you need a babysitter-â Your friend starts but abruptly stops, you looked over to her and saw the same mischievous look on her face and it sent unease to rest in your stomach
âA babysitter would be niceâ Jay lowly sighed but waved it off, grateful to spend time with his daughter despite his busy schedule, âI just havenât had the time to properly look into thatâ
âWell look no further because I know the perfect babysitter for youâ Your eyes widen and youâre suddenly pulled forward once again and stood in the middle of Jayâs place looking like an animal caught in headlights staring right at him
âW-wa-Whâ You tried to speak but nothing came out as you tried to adjust to what your friend just offered, who she just offered which was you
âYou?â Jay sucked his teeth as he looked at you noticing how his trench engulfed your body and unconsciously you straightened out your posture, âJust for uhm precautions⌠Why would you be a good babysitter?â
The sudden light hearted demeanor from him changed instantly and you couldnât blame him. Two random girlsâone of them your neighbor who you barely speak to, was just offered to take care of your daughter just like that. Youâd be surprised if he didnât do this even if itâs late at night and heâs still yet to put the groceries away.
âI-I wonât mind looking after your daughterâ You explained as best as you can as you felt Jayâs piercing gaze on you. Adjusting his jacket over you, your eyes flickered around, âI live right next door so Iâll never be far- Plus my schedule is pretty flexible even with schoolingâ
âAnd I mean itâll benefit you in the end right? Iâll do everything I have to do to properly take care of herâ
âI'd like to help you outâ You managed to give a smile the moment you made eye contact with him which you hoped didnât creep him out, âI mean- You know to make sure you donât get burned out so quickly and have time to focus on yourself! Trust me I know how it feels and itâs not funâ You awkwardly chuckled and you could hear your friend smacking her forehead behind you
His eyes never left yours and it felt like he was able to read every thought in your head. There was a moment of silence and you wanted to lay down in a hole and never show your face again. You nibbled on your lip as you watched Jayâs hard gaze on you.
He let out a sigh nodding his head, âAlright. When can you start?â
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Running around gathering your belongings into your bag still making sure to be as quiet as possible in order to not disturb the sleeping child in your bed.
You picked up a sudden dropped shift with the expectation of receiving a higher pay for the unexpected inconvenience. You could really care less for the ungodly hour youâll have to work, money is money and you desperately need it.
And right on time, you heard the faint knock at your door and you knew it was none other than Jay picking up his daughter.
This was only your first week babysitting her, the first time awkward but easy but after the 4th day it was better than the first timeâmuch better or at least you thought it was.
At your door, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before carefully opening it to reveal Jay on the other side of it. A striking simple black suit that pierced your heart like an arrow as he adjusted his watch.
He raised his head to the sound of the door opening and gave a gentle smile making warmth spread across your chest. The silly little infatuation is driving you mad.
âHi Jongseongâ You greeted him, moving to the side just enough to welcome him in, âShe was a little more tired today. Sheâs sleeping right now, just give me a second and Iâll go get herâ
Without even being able to say a word, he watched as you disappeared. Normally, his daughter would be full of energy ready to greet him at the door when it was time to be picked up.
Keeping his lips in a straight line, he looked around your place noticing it was simple but homey. It spoke loud of who you were as a person which heâs come to realize, he doesnât know much of.
He only knew the basic things about you but nothing in depth that could make him stand out in your life. He let out a deep sigh at the thought and rubbed his nape but stopped seeing you carefully carrying his daughter.
Her head rubbing against the juncture of your neck, her small arms wrapped around you and the fondness you looked at her with when she let out a small whine when you tried to hand her over to him.
Jay isnât one to think of anything when seeing someone more specifically a woman holding his daughter but something bloomed in his chest as he watched you whispering in her ear making his daughter pull her ahead away from you to him.
He opened his mouth with a smile and extended his arms which his daughter easily slipped into from yours to his. âHi sweetheartâ He gasped as she quickly knocked her head into his chest and curled into her fatherâs embrace
You handed over her sparkly pink school bag towards Jay which contrasted his attire but you think it suited him quite well and found it more cute.
âThank you so much for looking after herâ He softly said and just hearing his soft voice made your knees want to buckle but stuck with just waving it off as nothing
His eyes looked you up and down and took notice of your clothing. Rather than the comfy clothes you wore the first time he came to pick up his daughter, you wore more formal clothing this time a jacket wrapped around you with your bag hanging off your shoulder and phone in hand.
Your phone vibrated and you looked at it to silently curse under your breath which didnât go unnoticed by him. âIs everything okay?â He asked and you forgot that he was still there for a second
You replaced your frown with a quick smile, âYeah, I just have to head out soon for my shiftâ
Jayâs eyebrows knitted together, âA shift? This late?â
âWhatever can pay the billsâ You sadly chuckled and shrugged it off not noticing how Jay stared at you perplexed, he just got off his shift and here you were going to yours
âHow are you going to get there?â
âWalking but if Iâm lucky I can catch a busâ You explained but noticing time passing by you donât think the chances are high
Jay remained silent, contemplating something as you walked them out. His daughter stirred awake when you locked your front door. You quickly apologized and tried to soothe her back to sleep but she looked between you and your dad with sleepy eyes. âWhere are you going?â Her voiced slurred with sleepiness
âI have to go workâ You softly explained but she tried to reach out to you shaking her head
She mumbles something ineligible and you softly giggled before stroking her head leveling with her whispering a soft goodbye again. Jay watched all of this unfold between his daughter and you, the same bloom in his chest forming all over again.
âI can take you thereâ Jay spoke before being able to comprehend his own thought process,
Your hand dropped to fall to your side. His eyes widened as he stared at your shocked expression
What the hell is he saying? His mouth opened and closed trying to follow up his statement but nothing came out. But his daughter seemed to understand him better than he understands himself. âYes!â Her energy suddenly boosted up at the thought of being able to spend more time with you
Jay stared at his daughter, shocked at her quick interest, he looked over to you and saw the shake of your eyes before letting out a strained laugh. âI donât want it to be an inconvenienceâ You said
âRidiculousâ He chuckled not realizing how it made the harsh thump in your heart hard to ignore, âPleaseâ His voice softer than the first time
How could you say no to him? Well easy. You couldnât.
Jayâs car reflected his personality perfectly. Nice and sleek, the black shining leatherâReal leatherânot some fake leatherette to taint his car. His daughter and your happy chatter filling the car as he follows the GPS to your job.
One could easily mistake the dynamic. Easily. His foot slowed down on the brake pedal coming to a stop in front of the shops that illuminated in bright colors, 24 hours.
â24 hours?â He softly muttered not thinking youâd pick up on it but hearing your light sigh he moved from the sign to you who had a small smile
âLike I said. Whatever pays the billsâ You said, âThank you for the ride I really do appreciate itâ Your smile growing before turning your body in the seat to reach out your hand to the little girl in the back
âDonât give your dad a hard time mhm?â You hummed which caused her to pout her lips, trying to reach other to grab your hand to keep you longer but the restraints of her car seat kept her in place
You shot Jay a different smile. Something warm and tense before stepping out of the car, waving goodbye to them before heading into your job with slack shoulders.
How couldâve he have been so naive, selfish, just so stupid. Youâve been taking care of his daughter while heâs been at work. Picking her up, cleaning up after her, making sure to give the proper meals needed all whilst welcoming her into your place easily, allowing her to sleep in your bed even holding back from taking regular scheduled hours to look after her just to end up working ungodly hours just to get money.
Money that shouldâve been in your bank account from the first hour you looked after his daughter and yet, he hadnât paid you a single dime.
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At the same time you heard the knock of the door. âRight on timeâ You said while standing up and making your way over to the door which you expected her to follow suit
You opened the door just enough, âHi Jong-â But it slammed shut in front of his face
Your jaw dropped letting out a loud gasp to see his daughterâs hand on the door, a deep frown on her face before clinging onto your leg, shaking her head. âDonât want to see himâ She huffed
Knitting your eyebrows you crouched the door peeling her off your leg to hold her arms. âNow that wasnât very nice to do but why donât you want to see him?â You softly asked but you let out strained a yelp when she launched her arms around your neck
You wrapped an arm around her, hoisting her up. âIâm going to open the door okay?â The lack of response from her made your lip tug to the side before opening the door again
Jay rubbing his creased forehead stopped. You gave an apologetic confused smile but he gave a tired smile in return almost as if he expected it. âItâs time to go back homeâ You whispered into the little girlâs ear but she let out a whine, roughly shaking her head and only held onto you tighter
Confusion written over your face as you tried to peel her off her body into Jayâs but she wouldnât budge.
Letting out a deep sigh, he ran a hand through his neat hair. The locks slotted through each crack easily, messily ruining the sleek style into something far more loose.
Awkwardly shaking your head from that thought to look at Jay. âWhy donât you come in?â You motioned him inside just like how you always did
How you welcomed him so easily when he hadnât welcomed you like that showed the constraint he held himself up to. Sighing heavily as he walked in, you closed the door behind himârocking the girl in your arms who hadnât looked at her father once.
âMake yourself comfortable Jongseongâ
âI feel like weâll be here for a whileâ
And after hours of quite literal utter silence in your place, Jayâs daughter finally fell asleep in your arms.
âSheâs asleepâ You softly whispered to Jay who immediately perked up from the chair, sleepy eyes seeing his daughter happily laying against your body, a content smile on her face while in your embrace
âOh I didnât know you were sleeping-â
âNo, it's fine. Iâm sorry I fell asleepâ Jay tried rubbing his hands over his eyes to wake himself up
âStressful day?â You softly questioned, it was a little invasive but the lack of sleep infiltrated your regular thought process that you spewed anything that came to mind
Jay stayed silent for a moment, his hands moving away from his eyes to look over to your droopy ones. You still managed to have a smile plastered on your face, especially to him.
There werenât many times he could be vulnerable, not when he has to prioritize his daughter over everything, to make money which is never an issue for him just to make sure his daughter could have anything and everything she could ever want.
A need to fill the void that no material could ever fulfill.
âJust a littleâ He deeply sighed, his back sinking into the seat again, his arm resting against the armchair
You nipped at your lip, âWant to talk about it?â Each word smaller than the last not wanting to overstep a boundary with him but it was an invisible opportunity that heâs been wanting, waiting for so long
âThatâll be niceâ
As you laid Jayâs daughter into your bed, he stayed next to you the entire time. He knelt to the ground, placing a soft kiss on her forehead, mumbling something inaudible for you to hear before stroking his cheek with a saddening gaze.
He tugged at your sheets making sure she was fully covered before turning to face you. You looked at him with complete utter fondness and he stopped his movement. His gaze remained on you for a split second longer than he wanted trying to pull back his wandering thoughts from going deeper.
Clearing his throat, he knelt up from the ground which brought you out from the haze that you were. Your eyes widened as his eyes never left yours and you quickly turned a heel, âI-I have some wine, do you drink wine? Is wine good?â You rambled
Jay stared at your figure. He let out a deep sigh which soon grew into a small smile when you turned around to face him. The light behind illuminating your figure. âWine is perfectâ
Jay sat across from you, his usually strict attire now messed up. Three unbuttoned buttons from his shirt. Sleeves rolled all the way up to his elbow, his hair out of his slicked style to a messy middle part. Legs barely spread open, his lower body pushed forward as he twirled the wine left in his glass.
âSheâs upset with me todayâ Jay sipped drops of wine out of his glass before resting it onto his lap, âI mean I donât blame her. I promised that her mom and I would take her out butâŚâ He sighed heavily
The mention of the mother made you suddenly tense. The first time you ever heard anything about her, neither did Jay or his daughter ever speak of her in your presence.
You gulped harshly, shifting on the couch. The material under your body is clinging onto your skin somehow. Itâs a normal reaction right or maybe youâre overthinking. It must be the alcohol seeping into your system already even though you hadnât taken a sip yet.
âWe both got caught up in work so we had to reschedule but I had to be the bearer of bad news and when I had to break it to her, of course she was upsetâ
âIâm actually surprised she didnât complain to you about it. She made it very known that she was upset at me and her motherâ Jay sadly chuckled to himself, his eyes trained on the wine glass
âItâs not your faultâ He quickly looked to you surprised to see the disagreement of opinion, âI mean- Thereâs some things that we canât controlâ
âEspecially when you and your wife work-â
âSheâs not my wifeâ
Defying silence surrounds you and Jay. He was quick to rebuttal the assumption and it tingles something in your gut.
âMe and her mother co-parent. We were young and reckless and everything just happened before we even realized it and now we have our precious little girlâ Jay chuckled looking up from the wine glass to look at you, a certain glint in his eyes.
âBut weâre not- Iâm not marriedâ
You couldnât look away from his eyes. They were enticing, captivating you deeper into the very thing you were holding yourself back from. Jayâs eyes never faltered from yours and you wondered how.
Trying to snap yourself from the moment to ground yourself in reality because even if he wasnât marriedâJust co-parenting, he has to be seeing someone.
âO-Oh I seeâ You said, his eyes boring straight into yours
You harshly gulped while trying to ignore the bubbling warmth of hope soaring through you. A voice deep inside your mind voicing out your deepest desires.
Feeling as if Jay could see right through you and hear these thoughts made you shift in your spot again. What if he could hear them? What if he thinks itâs strange?
Through the slimmest possible lens, what if he felt the same way.
âStill donât blame yourself for it⌠Iâm sure sheâll understand sooner or later. Maybe take her out to help somewhat ease the situation until you and uhm her mother can take her outâ You offered some advice as best as you could
Jay remained silent listening to you. His eyes finally look away from you and you let out a silent sigh of relief from the release of his hard gaze.
âTaking her outâŚâ Jayâs voice was barely above a whisper, he twirled the wine once again deep in thought
You stared at him, anticipation slipping deep into each crevice as possible in you until he spoke up again with his eyes looking back up to you, âDefinitely will have to do thatâ
There felt more to his words than the surfacing original topic of it yet, you couldnât place your finger on it.
âYou know she talks about you a lotâ You were the one to look at him in shock
âReally? I hope itâs good thi-â
âAlwaysâ He interrupted taking another sip of the alcoholic drink to slip past in his throat, âItâs always good thingsâ He smiled towards and there was the same warmth you felt whenever you with him grow 10 folds
âIâve been meaning to give this to you. Iâm sorry that itâs taken me so long please forgive meâ Jay shuffled through his discarded jacket before pulling out an envelope leaning over to slide it over to you
âWha-â His shirt fell just enough that if you dared to look longer you could see the necklace dangling and past it was his sculpted chest
You pulled your eyes to the envelope and grabbed it with shaky hands trying to hold back from showing the burning of your cheeks. Your palm clammy trying to open the envelope but slipping every time.
You continued to try opening the envelope but soon Jayâs calloused warm hands engulfed yours. You jumped at the sudden contact but not enough to pull your hands away. Looking up to him, his face is daringly close to yours.
Able to feel his breath brush against yours, you smelled the hint of wine but it made your insides churn in a rather dark way instead.
âSlow dollâ His voice slurred and fluttering, âTake it nice and slowâ
His fingers clasped over yours, guiding your movement in carefully opening the envelope. Holding your breath as he made your fingers slip into the envelope slowly slotting your fingers to grab the thin paper inside to pull out.
There was a slight shudder rumbling out of your breath causing him to slip up a smirk. Your eyes widen in pure shock as you read over the words on the paper or more like check.
A check written out to not even a hundred dollars but instead 2 thousand dollars.
âI-I- Jong-Jongseongâ
Your mouth fell slack as you tried to find any words that could form at least anything in the slightest but nothing came out. âWhen are you free?â He whispered, his nose bumped against yours, his eyes looking deep and searching in yours
Your hands fell down with his on top, âIâd like to take you outâ
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An all black outfit. The button up something you hadnât seen before. It accented his shoulders that screamed to you, his daring built back that your fingers itched to claw at. His more relaxed but styled hair with the singular strand falling in front.
Jay looked so good but he wasnât staying. Instead he was going out while you were staying at his place to babysit his daughter like you always do.
And yet, selfishly you shouldâve made some lie that you were busy and wouldnât be able to babysit his daughter.
But the look in his eyes swooned you and the silent hidden excitement from him landed you right on his couch with his daughter plastered against your side having to watch her dad finish getting ready.
âPlease call in case of anything. Itâs just some job party, nothing important. They always host themâ He rambled trying to diminish the past excitement he had, âActually you know what? Iâm not going anywhere, Iâll just stay with you bothâ Jay said beginning to take off his watch
âJayâ You simply said which made him stop, he looked over to you letting out a deep sigh, âGo to it. When was the last time you were able to enjoy yourself?â
Two weeks ago when I took you out is what he wouldâve said if he had the courage to.
That day two weeks ago had been the highlight of his social life that heâs had in years. Always being so focused on working and taking care of his daughter, he never paid attention to anything outside of it until you came into the picture.
He can remember it so vividly almost as if he were to be reliving it again. Your sweet smile greeting him and his daughter. âHiâ He breathlessly let out seeing you
He awkwardly fumbled with his suit as you took notice of his different style of hair different from the usual one you see him in. Instead of the usual strict sleek hair, it was loosely done, his hair moved to each side to expose his forehead slightly.
âHi miss!â You looked down to see his daughter dressed up as she crashed her body onto your body in a bear-like hug looking up to you with sparkly eyes
Letting out a heartfelt chuckle, you stroked her head before looking up to Jay with a gentle expression. Heâs never been bothered with seeing others with daughter and yet, everytime with you, he feels a twinge twist in his chest watching you and his daughter.
âDaddy give her your gift!â His daughter chirped making him flinch at the sudden spotlight on him, you tilted your head in confusion and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck before straining out a laugh
He pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and your smile dropped before quickly growing into a bigger one. You nipped at your lip to hold it back anymore but it was near impossible.
âGuess the surprise is ruinedâ He softly murmur but you shook your head at his words and grabbed the bouquet
âIt caught me off guard so I think itâs a successâ You chuckled before grasping the bouquet, âTheyâre beautifulâ You admired the flowers while he only looked at you
Jay was floored. âYeah I knowâ He mumbled under his breath going unnoticed by you
âThank you Jayâ You looked up to catch him staring at you with a certain sparkle as he looked at you, he let out his own smile and if it wasn't for his daughter tugging at his hand, he wouldnât have gotten out of the daze he was in any time soon
Instinctively looking at his daughter, he gave two fingers for her to hold and she looked over to you with her hand open. Instantly you knew what she wanted and allowed her to grasp your fingers.
âLetâs head out shall we? Our reservation is soon-â
âDaddy worked hard!â His daughter chipped in cutting him off, âAlways on the phone talking to people for itâ His daughter spoke making the tips of Jayâs ears turn bright red as you stifled a laugh
âOh did he now?â You raised an eyebrow looking over to Jay who hadnât said a single thing to rebuttal the accusation, it was true, he wasnât going to deny it
He wanted everything to be perfect and by the end of it, it was indeed perfect. Jay held his sleeping daughter in his arms, your hand wrapped around his bicep able to feel the slight bulge of it as he walked you to your front door.
Jay felt accomplished. The day was filled with nothing but laughter and chatter minus the exception of sudden silence when many people mistaken them as a beautiful loving family out to dinner which always left Jay in a ringing frenzy until you snapped him out of it everytime.
He didnât know why the usage of family with you, to have you be mistaken as the mother of his daughter or as his wife left him hot and his heart pattering against his chest.
âThank you Jay for today. I had such a wonderful timeâ You smiled brightly and he was growing too accustomed to see your beautiful smile towards him
âIt was my pleasureâ He gave a tight smile as he felt sudden jitters all around, âIâm sure she enjoyed it tooâ He gestured towards his sleeping daughter
You nodded your head, a look of contemplation in your eyes before unlocking your door but right before you opened it, you quickly spun around and planted a peck on his cheek before fumbling with the door behind you.
Jay froze for a moment and just before you could slip through his fingers he strangled out a sound to stop you. You turned around, a faint dust of blush heating your cheeks as you lowered your gaze.
He gulped harshly not thinking this far ahead but knowing he had to come up with something, âI-I uhm if you want to of course- Iâd like to take you againâ He jumbled his words together until some sentence was formed
He anxiously looked at your dropped expression as you raised your head to look at him and heâll never be able to forget the chuckle you let out as you nodded your head softly biting back your smile.
The beating of his heart reminded him of what it was like to feel like a little kid having their first crush ever all over again. It never bothered him not feeling this in a long time but now being able to experience it again, it felt nice.
And yet, somehow he never managed to gain any courage to see when you were free. Excusing it to be poor scheduling with his working hours and you taking care of his daughter and schooling hours with the very few work hours you snagged just for extra pocket money even when he offered to pay triple the amount heâs been already paying youâWhich was nearly 3 thousand dollars daily.
Money is not an issue for Jay, never has been and never will be and heâs more than willing to cover all and any expenses you may have. His only issue is not nearly having enough courage to ask you again.
âDonât worry about us, you know we always have our own fun here. Go have yoursâ Your reassuring voice reminded him of reality as you smiled through a fake smile
As wonderful the idea was if Jay stayed in that exact same outfit and didnât go out for everyone to throw themselves at him. You knew it was unreasonable, these job parties are probably hosted in the first place with hopes that he shows up to at least one of them.
Ignoring the bubbling gnaw in your stomach twisting your stomach inside and out, Jay lets out a defeat sigh, clicking his watch back on and dusting off the imaginary dust off his clothes.
âSay goodbyeâ You whispered and Jayâs daughter smiled widely waving goodbye to her dad who stared at her and you in complete awe
He walked over, his hand resting on the armchair and leaning down to kiss his daughter on the forehead. In the process the same musk cologne filled your nose making your head dizzy and having him in closer proximity made your heart thump out of your chest.
His side profile was nothing but sheer perfection. You nibbled at your lip as you examined his features up close, always finding yourself in this very position. And yet, he was beyond reach.
Your lips tugged downwards but tried to replace it with a smile when Jay pulled away and looked over to you. His eyes boring into your wavering ones like usual, there was a split moment of hesitance. You gulped trying to ignore the patter of your heart.
Instead of saying goodbye, Jayâs breath shakily fanned yours with a staggering thing smile plastering on his face, âSee you soonâ
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He expected the party to loosen every fiber in his body but instead his emotions were only heightened ten folds. Every passing second heâs looking at his watch counting down the milliseconds waiting for what seems like a reasonable time to leave.
Sighing heavily, he shakes his head. He shouldnât have listened to you. Heâd rather spend tonight with you and his daughter watching whatever you guys put on.
Swashing the drink in hand not having taken a single sip from the moment he arrived, his arms resting against the rail as he overlooked to see everyone enjoying themselves. He let out another heavy sigh just to check his watch again.
âMr. Park you look tensedâ He looked up to see his employee leaning against the rail next to him giving him a sly smile
Being the boss he is, he dropped his sullen face to give a professional smile. âDo I?â He sucked his teeth letting out a quick stifle laugh
She giggled at his remark like it was the funniest thing ever said, âIs it perhaps about your daughter?â She tilted her head and Jay didnât like the fact she carelessly mentions his daughter
However, giving the benefit of the doubt, he assumes it must be the alcohol in her system noticing the nearly empty glass at hand.
He lets out an awkward laugh and tilts his head to the side giving no response. âOr is there stuff happening at home? Yâknow I would love to help out in anyway I can Mr. Parkâ The employee rubbed her hand up and down his arm slurring her words together
His eyes followed her movements and carefully pulled his arm away checking the time, âWill you look at that I have to get back home to my girlsâ
âYour girls?â The employee muttered to herself in confusion but she wasnât able to dwell on it anymore when Jay took away the glass with a small smile
âDonât drink anymore tonight. Make sure to rest properly and take some medicine in the morningâ Jay nodded his head and easily turned his heel walking past the other employees who all wondered where he was going but none dared to ask
It didnât take long for Jay to get back to his but on the drive home, he was in pure contemplation. His elbow resting on the open window, feeling the night breeze fanning his face as his fingers played with his lips.
He possibly couldnât. He shouldnât even be thinking about you in this light and yet every time he sees you, he feels like heâs experiencing his first crush all over again.
Jay rushed out of his car once he parked it. Standing outside his front door, his hand raised to softly knock against it. After a few seconds of waiting which felt like an eternity. The door opened with your soft voice. âJongseong?â
Right when the door was opened wide enough, Jay stepped in not forgetting to lock the door behind him. He knew his daughter was fast asleep considering the time. It was just you and him.
You stared at Jay confused at the lack of response from him but you gasped when he suddenly grasped your hands, feeling the familiar calloused feel of them scratching your skin.
He looked deeply into your eyes and you nearly felt your heart burst out of your chest. Thereâs always been an underlying feeling thatâs been infiltrating him from the moment he first met you.
A pretty, money struggling woman that he wants as his to bask away into the sunset and take care of forever.
Jayâs hand held your lower back, his other hand holding the middle of your back flushing you against his. You let out a small squeal the moment your bodies clashed. His breath fanned over yours and the very faint smell of the musk cologne caused a shiver to run up your spine.
Youâve never seen him like this. So raw with emotion, yearning eyes, a tug at his lips. âJa-Jay?- Jongseong?â You stuttered not knowing how to address him in this moment, your heart thumping out of your chest
He drew in closer, his lips closing in on yours, âCall me Jay. Call me Jongseong. You can call me whatever you wantâ
âJust call out to meâ You felt his lips grazing yours before he softly planted them against each other
Your squished hands shivered but they carefully climbed higher until they reached his sharp jaw as you pushed further into his lips. Jay let out a pleased sigh feeling the reciprocation. His hand on your mid back traveled to grasp the back of your head.
His hands turned your body, his body filling in any empty space that dared to be left behind. Your hands squeeze in between under his arms, grasping onto the behind his shoulders in a desperate need.
Your mind was reeling, not a single thought in it besides the dadâThe hot dad next door, Park Jongseong.
His tongue gilded against your lip, begging for entrance. You easily allowed him to explore your mouth. His teeth tugging at your bottom lip in a haste making your squeal.
âGoing to have to be a quiet dollâ However, he wasnât sure if he could keep up with his own words, Jay felt drunk when he was kissing you
Your lips grew swollen from how long heâs been kissing you but not once did he stop, the lack of oxygen would never stop him from kissing you.
The tips of your fingers dug deeper into his shoulder causing him to let out a loan groan at the feel. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was how badly he wants to make you his.
Jayâs arms loosened around your body enough to make his hands land on your hips to carefully guide your body deeper into his home that now always welcomes you in.
You allowed yourself to melt in his embrace. Every touch felt like fire against your skin, your arms flailed to wrap around his neck making sure not even for a second did his lip ever leave yours. Your teasing fingertips entangled in his hair.
Jay bit your lip to keep himself silent through the dizzy feeling of your tugs. The moment you reached his bedroom, the door closed shut as he quickly pushed you onto his bed, never detaching his mouth from yours.
His body slotted between your legs, as you wrapped around him. Holding him to keep him closeâdaring for him to get farther than just a few centimeters away only to drag him back in.
The feel of lightheadedness was finally catching up, through the few milliseconds that you both stopped to change positions were you able to properly breathe but it was taken away when Jay crashed his lips back onto yours.
The same repeated motions felt like an eternity that you never wanted to escape from. Jayâs hands holding your waist tightly while yours traveled playing with the back hairs loving how they run perfectly in between.
Jayâs been kissing you like a starved man who has been deprived of any sense of touch for so long which wasnât far from the truth. One final tug at your lips before the wave of air filled your lungs through a loud pant.
Gasping for air contrasted the pucker of your lips ushering more kisses. Jay let out a deep chuckle, his thumb rubbing at your sides now planting softer pecks on your lips with a side smile tugging at his lips.
âMoreâ Your voice slurred, âPleaseâ
Your breathless pleas only fueled him further. Who was he to deny your desperate pleas.
âTalk to me. What do you want, doll?â He hummed in the juncture of your neck, his mouth leaving feathering kisses in its wake
The simple nickname leads to the attempt to squish your legs together, forgetting how Jay rested in the middle. He caught your attempt and let out a chuckle.
âYou like being called doll or do you like the fact that youâre my doll? Which one is it, mhm?â An unexplainable courage taking over him that he couldnât remember why he didnât ask you out from the moment he knew what he wanted
You could feel the smirk radiating off of him and you rolled your eyes which didnât go unnoticed by him. He sucked in his teeth, his hand grabbing your chin with force to make you look at him.
âNow donât be a bratâ He tooted before letting out a smirk, âUse your big girl words, which is it?â
Already have succumbed to him and his words from the moment you saw him standing at your front door. âYour dollâ You softly said
Pleased with the words, he let go of your chin to capture your lips with his, the kiss softer than the first one. His hand gilded higher up your side. You moaned in the kiss, happy to feel his lips on yours again.
Your hands wrapped around his neck to keep him in place, âLet me spoil youâ He murmured, your lips grew in a smirk which he felt, his hand tightened on your waist as if in a warming
Pulling away with a heavy pant, you looked up to him with curious eyes which captivated him, âI spend a lot of money you knowâ You snapped your fingers, âJust like thatâŚâ Your voice becoming lower than the last
Jay let out a laugh, his head dropping, âWell can you waste my money as quickly as I earn it?â His head raised when he questioned you
You froze at the retaliation. You nervously gulped before letting out a shy smile. You shook your head. Jay hummed in satisfaction at the response before planting kisses at the side of your neck. âDidnât think soâ
Closing your eyes, you lose yourself in the sensation. Your body contorted with each of his feather kisses, you bit your lip loving each second of his mouth on your body.
While they moved lower and lower while his hands managed to slip under your shirt feeling your burning bare skin under his touch. You let out a louder gasp than intended when you felt his hand cup at your breast through your bra.
Your eyes shot open only to see Jay looking up to you with a gleam and smirk written all over his face. His hand dragged from under your shirt to your legs, his fingertips gliding until he reached the waist of your pants.
You let out a shaky breath, his eyes pleading for permission. You slowly nodded your head. âWhat a good girlâ He whispered the praise before dragging your pants down
The air caught in your throat but quickly noticing how he was leaving the sticky undergarment clinging to you, you stopped his hands from moving any further.
Jay immediately stopped and looked at you with worried eyes. He retracted his hands away and began to pull away but right when he was going to speak, you engulfed his hands to bring them back.
Stretching out his fingers, you looped them under to grab everything. Jay froze feeling the fabric of your underwear at his fingertips. He looked away with wide eyes to you but you gave a reassuring smile before allowing yourself to melt back into his bed.
âDonât be so shyâ You whispered loud enough for him to hear, he let out strained chuckle before nodding his head
He pulled down every piece of fabric in one motion. You unconsciously squished your legs together, âItâs okay. You donât have to do a single thing. Iâll take care of youâ He softly reassured as he pried open your knees to expose you to him
You closed your eyes shut while your hands fisted at his sheets. Jayâs eyes zeroed in on the glistening entrance that invited him to devour. Opening his mouth with a big breath, he went in and placed an open mouth kiss on your core.
You squealed and jumped from the contact but Jay hooked his arms under your legs before you could fully pull away from him. He groaned at the taste of your captivating arousal on his taste buds. His tongue glided over your folds lathering and mixing his saliva with your arousal.
âJong-Jayâ You breathlessly let out as one of your hands grabbed a fist full of hair, tugging at it while Jayâs mouth sucked and sucked practically all wetness from you
Jayâs groan vibrated from your core all the way to your head, infiltrating it with ease. No response to your calls of his name as he continued to lap at your pussy. Shivering with each kiss and suck, you let out a loud gasp when you felt the intrusion of his tongue teasing your gaping hole.
Jay immediately pulled away, the string of saliva connecting his mouth to your soaked smeared entrance, you nearly came to the scene.
âShhh, you have to be quiteâ He brought a single finger over his mouth, a smirk played on his mouth seeing the fading string on his lips, his finger glided over his swollen mouth
It collected all that was left over and Jay brought the finger into his mouth, tasting the lovely essence of you. He lightly hummed before bringing his finger out and gliding it over your mouth. âOpenâ The tone stern made you listen without hesitance
Seeing how easily you opened your mouth to welcome the singular finger in without any resistance had his pants grow tighter. Your tongue swirled around his finger, your eyes never letting go with his. He smirked wildly as he pushed his finger further down your throat.
A dark cloud consumed his mind. The rationality he tried to maintain drifted further away. You tried to take as much as you could, feeling how his fingers went further down.
âLooks like you can take stuff wellâ Jay sneered, a crazed looked in his eyes before you began choking on his finger, feeling the flesh reaching the back of your throat
Pulling his finger away, your mouth closed in on it, letting it out with a pop when his finger left the warmth of your mouth. His finger now covered in your saliva, he admired it.
Looking back at you only to see the wide hopeful eyes you stared at him with a loopy smile. âBeautifulâ He whispered softly to himself before lowering his head back down
Expecting or more like anticipating the feel of his mouth again, you let out a louder gasp at the slip of his two fingers into your gaping hole. âWas just calling to be filled. I couldnât ignore itâ Jay muttered breathlessly as your walls clenched around him, âI promised to take care of you, didnât I?â
âJ-Jayâ Your hand tried to grappled with his wrist but the drag of fingers near lying slipping out just to slip back him made you stop
Knuckles deep into you, he pulled out again just to shove them back in, repeating the same motion over and over again. The squelch of your arousal and the quiet pants let out, your mind became hazy quickly, âQuiet dollâ Jay whispered
Before you could retain a sense of awareness to respond, his mouth attached to your swollen begging bundle of nerves and the first suck made you let out a loud moan.
Your hand flew to cover your mouth and with wide eyes you stared at Jay who froze. The single beautiful noise he heard made him smile against you.
He looked to see you covering your mouth, worried filling your eyes. Your chest rising and dropping. His freehand traveled up to replace your hand with his own. His thumb stroked your cheek, a sharp look in his eyes.
Maintaining a good pace, his fingers pumped into your welcoming entrance, never forgetting to curl and scissor you open. You let your moans fall into his hand, muffled more and more, the more he pressed down harder.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling the flick of his tongue on your clit as if it were the sweetest treat to ever exist. The stimulation made you shake and back arch just for him. Breathing as best as you could through your nose with each calculated and careful rub to the nerves had you fisting fisting at his hair while your legs wrapped around his head latching him onto your pussy.
âSo fucking sweetâ He murmured to your muffled moans, âGive it to me. Be a good girlâ He knew you were on the edge, the pulse of you around his fingers was the near indicator, sucking him more and deeper into you
âJayâ You wail in his mouth before lightly biting on his palm to keep quiet as best as you could, âJa-Jongseong!â You let out louder when suddenly a gush of release shot out of you as you came over his fingers with a tight clench that forced his fingers out of you
Jay moved his fingers over your folds encouraging more of your juices to be released as he slurped as much out of your leaking entrance as he could, not wanting a single thing to go to waste. His tongue only add more to your sensitivity as you body contorted even after it finally came to a stop, âHelping you outâ The kisses were only constant while your whines and heavy pants continued, combining together
He stopped with one final kiss before finally pulling away and releasing your mouth from his hand. Your mind trying to comprehend and come down from the new height of pleasure, you let out a loud relieved sigh with a hidden shudder of satisfaction.
Seeing his smeared cover chin and loopy smile he had on his face made your chest flutter, âYou okay there?â Jay lightly chuckled at your weak nod, âBig girl words doll. You know how to use themâ Jay rose to hover above you
âFuck me Jayâ
Jay smirked letting out a hiss âWasted no time and used such nasty wordsâ
âThink you can be quiet for me?â Jay hummed trickled down your mind straight to your pulsating hole waiting to be filled
Nodding your head quickly and covering your mouth with your own hands made Jayâs lips tug to the side in pleasure. Jay fumbled with his belt, his eyes never leaving your lingering one and managed to free himself from the restraints of his pants with a strained sigh.
Your eyes widened zeroing in on the prominent bulge that was daring to burst any second, âLet me help youâ He whispered replacing your hand with his
Titling his head to the side admiring the scene beneath him. Sprawled onto his messed up sheets that heâll have to change after this, a daze filled look in your eye and his hand lightly covering your mouth.
Jay used his freehand as best as he could to free his raging hard-on thatâs been deprived for many years. Your eyes watched his every move to see how his cock sprung against his abdomen, having your jaw drop. A very much leaking tip and small twitches at the freedom and something that was bigâvery big.
He felt the slack of your mouth and chuckled to himself feeling the pride swell his chest. âWhatâs wrong doll?â He murmured when removing his hand waiting for some type of response
Your mouth opened and closed trying to form some type of articulating thought but nothing came out. âThink you can handle all of it? Can you think of taking me all in here mhmm?â Jayâs hand rubbed over your stomach in a slow manner
âThink you can be a good girl and stay quiet while I fuck you senseless?â
You were able to feel the thumping against your chest that you feared he would be able to hear. You donât think in your wildest dreams would you be able to take someone like Jay. Yet, now in your wildest reality, youâll tryâwell more like you will.
You tugged at Jayâs forearm whilst maintaining eye contact with him. The soft tug at your bottom lip as you threaded his hand to cover your mouth. You nodded your head as your eyes looked at him with greed. âWhy donât you find out?â
To your shock, Jay softly tugged his arm away from your hold. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tapped at your leg, âTurn aroundâ
Seeming getting used to your jaw falling slack, you looked at him in shock but didnât hear an ounce of sputter in his tone. Not wanting to risk being left all hot and bothered even though you knew Jay wouldnât dare. You were not testing his patience today.
With a harsh gulp, you flipped your body over. Jayâs hands hovering over your hips before tugging them up before you could fully lay them onto his bed. Your upper body pressed into the mattress, feeling the messed up sheets sticking to the side of your face.
Your hands fisted at the sheets at the new exposure you had for him while your cheeks burned in shyness. He rubbed your hips in awe, pulling one of your cheeks to the side to get a glimpse of the arousal covered crevice. âIs this all for me doll?â
âA-All for you. Just youâ
His other hand grabbed the heft into his palm before aligning at your entrance. âRemember to keep quietâ He reminded, âTake a nice big deep breath for meâ
You followed his instructions but before you could fully respond you felt the larger intrusion of his tip to your gaping hole making you silently gasp. The stretch compared to nothing youâve ever felt before and would possibly never.
âFuckâ You breathlessly let out as Jay continued to sink himself deeper
Jay tried his best to not ram himself entirely into the delicious confinement you provided but it called for himâwhile sucking and welcoming him inside.
âS-shit taking me so goodâ He muttered as quietly as he could, âCould stay inside you foreverâ
You felt like you were being split in half just by his cock alone. Your ragged breaths followed after another trying to remember Jayâs advice and not get lost in the sensation.
You peered over your shoulder as best as you could to see how Jayâs looked to where he entered you. The sheer consecration and control made your mind stutter.
Without a warning, in a single thrust, your body jolted forward and you felt full. You gasped loudly, the sheets crumbling more under your clamped hands and body. Your lip shivered as you tried to keep your noises to a minimum.
âJ-Jayâ Your voice cracked trying to get adjusted to your walls being so stretched out by him
âItâs okay, I got youâ His reassurance filled your chest with warmth, taking a few breaths to regulate your body, you weakly nodded your head as you dug your head into the mattress to muffle yourself, âSo good for meâ He uttered softly tracing your back
Moving his hips once, he quickly got lost in the sense of you wrapped around him. His thrust left you nearly empty only to be filled the next second. Each precise move was calculated to each maximum pleasure possible for you. Nearly able to feel his tip already hitting deep to your g-spot, poking to your insides in a teasing manner.
Your muffled moans fueled Jay further to the edge. He gripped at your hips, his slow pace now picking up only slightly. You were taking all of him and he never felt prouder. âTaking me like such a good girl, so damn proud of youâ
Feeling like your head was submerged in water, you relished in his praise. The senses that were always on high alert whenever he was around came crumbling down and became filled with him.
âF-for youâ You blabbed against the sheets and Jay managed to hear it making him tap at your lower back as he carefully placed his body onto of yours to melt as one
Each thrust led you further into the mattress, your mouth opened leaving small moans in its wake, leaving your mind blank to only focus on the fulfillment you had inside.
Turning your head to the side, you let out whined filled pants. âTake it doll- Not a fucking soundâ Jay grunted darkly into your ear
Your mind tried to recall the words just said to you. But deeper and stronger was the desire to let Jay know how he was making you feel. Feeling you clamp around him harder and the silent pants soon became quiet moans.
âT-Too good. âm sorryâ You mewled as he continued to thrust into you, âSo good, can-canât help itâ Your body meshed as he continued
You took a loud deep breath while a whine rumbled out of your chest when he suddenly stopped his thrust, âAs much as I would love to hear youâ Jayâs sudden harsh thrust caught you off guard with a yelp, âYou need to be quietâ Each word followed by another harsh thrust that touched nearly every thing imaginable inside of you
Your broken wails were muffled by the bedding once again. Seeing the recoil of when he and you meet only fueled a carnal desire in him more. âGonna breed your sweet pussy dollâ
âYouâll be so full of meâŚWill you like that?â Jay grunts having the calculated thrust embodied your mind and body just for him
His words added to the fire that was consuming your body whole. You nodded your head roughly. âRemember what I said. Big girl wordsâ Jayâs voice lulled into your ear, âWant me to fill you up thatâll you feel it inside of you? Until itâs moving around in you with each step you take?â
The obscene noises only grew louder against his bed as you tried to form a proper sentence to please Jay. âY-yesâ You pleaded as best as you could, âPlease Ja-Jayâ
âWhatever you ask for dollâ Jay snapped his hips harsher, as you clawed at the sheets for support, âTaking me so fucking good- Bet youâll take everything I give youâ
You weakly nodded your head, âWill- F-For youâ You murmured
His thrust grew frantic and irregular, his constant grunts filled your ears. The more you clamped around him, not daring to let him go of the welcoming embrace you had around him drew him nearer his organsm.
âDoinâ so good for meâ His hand held onto your body when he felt you tightened as you let out the loudest moan of the night as you came all over his cock
Your body shivered as you entered a state of pure bliss. âTake it- Just a little more for me- Câmon dollâ His praises slipped passed your gaze and deep into your heart making the clench you had on Jay limit his range of motion but it was enough to have him snap and paint your pink velvet walls white of him.
A low groan slipped his mouth as he halted his thrust to properly fill you to the brim just like how he promised. He watched how you pulsed around him but none of the cum dared to fall out as you took everything he split into you.
Jayâs chest rose up and down, softly pulling out his semi hard cock out of you hearing the small hiss you let out at the sudden emptiness. Your body laid face first on his bed, your body rising and falling with each heavy pant. He smiled softly as he helped you turn your body around to face him.
There he realized his biggest mistake as he saw you masked in an afterglow. Your mouth was slack slightly opened, quiet whines fell out every now and then, your half lidded eyes staring up at him.
His eyes traveled to where he once was inside of you to see the few clumps of cum that spilled out. He cooed before quickly scooping whatever he could to sleek it over your folds before pushing it back in where he left it.
You whined loudly and slightly jolted at your sensitivity being tested when his fingers entered you again. âYou did so good for me- Such a good girl for me fuck⌠Iâm so proud of youâ Jay planted a messy peck against your cheek, âLetâs get you cleaned upâ He whispered
As he was going to remove his fingers out of you, you consciously tightened around them. You lazily shook your head unable to articulate proper sentences that wouldnât lead you back on his cock again which ultimately failed, âWant your cockâ You slurred catching Jay off guard as he let out a strained cough
âWha-What was that doll?â
âI want your cock again sirâ
Like a switch went off in his head. Jayâs demeanor changed. Never knowing the single usage of sir could alter his mind forever. Instantly needing to give you moreâmore than anything you could ever ask for, wanting to spoil you rotten until you grow sick and tired of him.
He needs to fill you up until you possibly couldnât hold any more of his cum in you. Softly prying your legs open, he aligned himself at your entrance again gaining your attention at how he easily complied to your request. âNo need to ask me twice dollâ
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The faint bristle of wind coming in through the slightly ajared window, the direct sunlight shining through caused Jayâs face to flinch before groggily opening his eyes with a low groan.
Normally, his daughter jumps on his bed to wake him from dreamless sleep during the weekends. Yet, it was different this time. He managed to wake up on his own to no ruckus but instead a peaceful morning.
Attempting to stretch out his limbs to release some of the tension and drowsiness from it, he stops when he hears the muffled grumbles and faint sound of crinkling sheets. Tilting his head to the side, there he saw you and his daughter basked in the sunlight right next to him.
His daughter coddled in between while you laid against his numb arm, both sound asleep. He fondly smiled to himself before placing soft kisses on each of your foreheads, careful to not stir either of you awake. This was all he could have ever dreamed of.
âMy beautiful girlsâ
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