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Giving up
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Coaxing your neighbor into having sex with you although he's unsure since he's much, much older than you
Warnings: big ass unspecified age-gap, Jackson!Joel is a softie Smut| unprotected piv, crempie, insicure!joel, sub!joel, also my man has trouble lasting cause he's not done this in a very long time.
a/n:i needed to write some cheesy romantic stuff, and maybe it doesn't really make all that sense in this story and maybe i cried while writing this cause no one is ever gonna love me like this but so what bitch leave me alone (i also am i lil tipsy as i proofread this, so ignore any mistakes pls)
Part 1
"did you do something to your hair?"
Tommy was standing on Joel's doorstep, looking at him as if he were an alien.
"I washed 'em" he grumbled, "what do you want?"
His brother couldn't help but huff out a laugh
"someone's in a good mood today"
"I've gotta be somewhere, just tell me what you want"
Tommy's interest was only piqued more.
there stood his brother, his clothes perfectly clean- maybe even ironed- his hair... styled, his beard trimmed...
something was definitely going on.
"Where are you going?"
Joel rolled his eyes now, shooting his little brother a death glare
"none of your business"
Oh he knew what was going on...
"Who is she?"
"Tommy-"
"Is it Jessica? I bet 's Jessica, she's always flirting with you you ol' dog-"
Joel swore he was gonna punch him- he was already running late because of how long he took to pick his clothes- finding a flannel that wasn't completely worn out turned out to be real fucking hard.
He felt stupid for how much effort he'd put into getting ready, he felt stupid for how anxious he was, but most of all... he wanted his brother to go away.
"There ain't no one, Tommy- now, if there ain't anything you need, please go-"
But just then- just when he was finally going to get rid of him, your sweet, soft voice made its way to his ears.
"Hi Joel! Hi Tommy!" You smiled from your porch, waving your hand at him and his brother "You didn't forget about today, did you Joel?"
What in the actual fuck?
Tommy did a double-check, looking between you and his brother, and when he finally confirmed that it was actually him you were talking to, you whom he'd gotten all dolled up for, he couldn't do anything but let out a slow, long breath.
"No I didn't- I'll be there in a minute, darlin'!" Joel was answering you as his brother regained his ability to speak
"well... Fuck. Me" he was in awe, his voice barely a murmur
"it ain't like that" Joel was quick to intervene "'m just fix-"
"'m sure it ain't" Tommy let out a chuckle, his hand going to pat his brother's back "You fucking lucky bastard"
"Tommy I know she's young bu-"
"shut up man" he laughed "Just go have fun, you asshole"
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"Sorry 'm late, Tommy was just-"
You smiled at his words, shaking your head
"It's ok, Joel" you cooed as you let him in,
He gave you a soft little smile, and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
Joel Miller didn't smile just at anyone.
"water?" you asked, leading him to the kitchen.
"Uhm- sure"
His heart was damn near beating out of his chest already- for no fucking reason at all.
Well except the obvious one... you'd sucked his dick and he'd eaten you out three days ago- and you'd made it clear you wanted more.
Jesus Christ, he felt like a fourteen-year-old with his first crush.
You watched him as he sipped on the glass.
"So?" a soft smirk was caged between your teeth "Did you think about it?"
He damn near choked.
Which didn't make any sense, he was expecting this, he already knew you'd ask.
He cleared his throat, diverting his eyes from you "I-I have"
"And?"
You'd gotten closer, your expectant eyes studying every inch of his face
pleasepleasepleaseplease say yes
"Did- didn't you have something that needed fixing?"
Oh for fuck's sake
"joel" you called for him in what almost sounded like a plead.
"darlin' just... lemme fix your cabinet first"
This man was gonna be the goddamn death of you.
"ok"
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As it turns out, in many different ways.
Who knew watching him fix something would turn out to be so fucking hot?
He'd rolled his shirt up so that his strong forearms and a glimpse of his beautiful bite-worthy biceps were showing, his hands moved so very expertly that they couldn't help but bring back memories of what those same fingers had done to you just a few days ago, and his face... he looked so hot when he was all in his head, concentrated only on the task before him-
or so you thought.
"You're gonna stare at me the whole time?"
A soft laugh escaped your lips
"don't mind me- just enjoying the view"
He huffed out a laugh as he went back to work, but you couldn't help but notice the fact he pushed his sleeves ever further up his arms, giving you more of a view of his delectable skin.
What a tease
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"there we go" he said after some time, opening and closing the cabinet one final time to make sure "all done"
For the record, this time you hadn't even done it on purpose, the cabinet had actually broken. It was like fate was sending you a message.
You awakened from your daydreams as he stood up to his full height, and hopped off the stool you were sitting on to walk closer to him, noticing some dampness in your panties while doing so...
It wasn't your fault... he was the one looking way too hot doing such a simple task.
"thank you" You smiled up at him, your hands going to his chest,
He held his breath for a moment
"'s nothing babygirl"
"yeah? then... you think you could check my bedroom too?" you were biting your lip in a way that made your question take on a whole different meaning "to make sure nothing needs fixing y'know?"
"In your... bedroom?"
"yes, Joel- please" you added, with your best innocent doe eyes.
Which of course made him fold in a matter of seconds.
You'd taken on a different tactic. It was obvious at this point that the man was too shy and too unsure to give you an answer (or the one you wanted to hear anyway), which is why you needed to present him with the actual possibility right in front of him.
And yeah maybe it was manipulative, but fuck it if you didn't wanna feel the man inside of you.
The flashbacks of what he did to you on that bed filled his mind the moment he stepped into the room.
He needed to get a grip or he wouldn't be able to hide his growing bulge in a minute.
"Everything seems right"
"yeah? 'm not sure about the bed" you hummed, desperately hoping he would just go along with it "it makes a weird sound when I get on it"
He turned to you then, his eyes locking with yours for an infinite second.
"try" you said finally, nodding to the bed.
He watched you for a moment longer before, surprising you, he did it- he sat on the bed.
The mattress creaked underneath his weight, and you made quick work of strolling closer to him as he pressed his palms on the bed, checking for the inexistent "weird sound"
"it don't look like there's anythin' wron-" he looked up the moment your hands found his shoulders "Whatcha doin'? sweethear-"
You were sat on his lap before he could even finish the sentence.
"Joel" you spoke his name softly, as if it were a caress, your hands slowly moving up and down from his shoulders to his pecs, as you finally scooted closer to him so your core was right against the hardness in his jeans-
He inhaled sharply, his fingers curling on the bed.
"would you like to have sex with me or not?"
You accentuated your words with a slow roll of your hips, grinding onto him and making a soft groan build inside his throat
"this- this ain't really fair sugar"
A smirk pulled at your lips as you lowered your head to whisper in his ear "I never said I didn't play dirty, Mr. Miller"
Your right hand trailed lower, moving down his belly so slowly that Joel thought he might just lose his mind.
"You're y-young baby-"
Your hand had found his crotch, the outline of his dick fitting in your hand oh so perfectly.
"we've gone over this already Joel, I'm old enough" you purred, your lips leaving a peck just below his ear "old enough to do many many things"
He cursed under his breath
"I just... I don't understand"
A breathy laugh escaped you
"there's not much to understand really" you murmured "You're hot, and I like you, and I wanna get in your pants"
That earned you a chuckle
"and you're sure you won't regret this?" he asked, "you sure this is what you really want- that- that you don't want to give a boy your age a chance instead of me?"
You smiled as you looked up at him,
you'd never met a man so sweet
"Joel, I promise you I'm sure" you whispered "I promise you this is what I want, you are what I want"
Fucking damn it
How could he ever say no after that?
With those gentle eyes of yours looking at him, with your hand right over his cock...
"So?"
He was gonna think about the consequences tomorrow. Now- now there was only you.
"yes"
That single word sounded better than any song you'd ever heard.
yes
Your lips were on his before he could even think of changing his mind- and god did they feel like a dream.
His soft stubble grazed against your cheeks and upper lip, as you deepened the kiss, as he opened up to you, closing his eyes only after he'd taken you in, only after he could admire all that was happening to him for some godforsaken reason.
A growl rumbled from his chest when your core found his dick again, grinding onto it in a way, that combined with the way your tongue was tasting every inch of him, was making him see stars.
He didn't think he'd kissed like this in 30 years,
making out seemed like such a distant thing from him, he was much too old to do something like this, and yet... everything about you made him feel like a teenager all over again, so perhaps it was fitting-
and god he had forgotten how amazing it felt.
You started undoing his flannen, not even dreaming of breaking the kiss, and once you opened his shirt up, once his big strong chest was right there before you, you just had to look at it.
You leaned away, his lips chasing yours making you smile as your gaze lowered.
Jesus, he was the hottest man you'd ever seen.
Some hair and freckles adorned his pecs, his little belly was ever so cutely fighting against his jeans- his skin was soft beneath your palms as they explored every inch they could reach.
He was looking at you, watching your blow-out eyes, wondering what potion you'd drank to be this mesmerized by what he had to offer.
You smiled once you caught him, leaning closer to leave a quick kiss on his lips.
"take off your clothes"
You got off of him, and once he saw you get rid of your shirt, your boobs pushed together by a simple black bra that somehow, at the moment, seemed like the sexiest thing in the world, he rushed to follow suit, nearly tripping getting off his pants.
The moment he looked at you again, the world- the universe, it all went quiet.
You stood naked before him, a soft, perfect little thing, looking like a damn dream.
"babygirl" he could only breathe as you reached him again.
"What?" you laughed
"I-I don't even know"
You shook your head, grinning from ear to ear as he pressed his mouth on yours again.
He was already addicted.
In a haze, you found yourself on the bed, your body caged beneath his, his tongue fighting with yours, his hands all over- You almost had the urge to laugh at how desperate he seemed, how frantically he was touching every inch of you, exploring every piece of skin-
His hands were on your tits, fingers gently playing with your nipples, then on your belly, your waist, your ass, your thighs, until finally, he found your core, but before he had the time to fully reach it you'd switched up with him, straddling his lap as he laid flat on his back... only he couldn't keep away for even a second and he immediately sat up, grabbing your waist.
He couldn't even begin to complain that you'd already grabbed his cock, positioning it at your entrance.
You couldn't wait anymore- you needed him now.
"Wait-" he murmured, his breathing labored already "you sure you're... y'know ready?"
Oh my god, you swore you were gonna fall for him if he kept this shit up.
"Joel" you smiled, looking into his big brown eyes "I've been wet since you fixed the cabinet"
"I-" he blushed "You-you sure?"
You didn't answer him, you simply took one of his hands in yours and guided him to feel just how much you were telling the truth.
"Fuck"
"yeah" you smirked "that's just what you do to me, Mr. Miller"
Jesus fuck
Joel didn't think his cock had ever been so hard.
You didn't give him time to do or say anything- he'd gathered that's how you did things by now- as you slowly, oh so very slowly, started sinking onto him.
He was big, the kind of big you'd be feeling tomorrow morning. The stretch hurt just right, so overwhelmed by the unadulterated pleasure that it was barely there.
Soft little moaned gasps spilled from your lips with every inch added, your eyes were closed, only focusing on the extraordinary feeling as your nails clawed at Joel's chest.
Until, finally- you'd done it. You were fully sat on his cock, and while your eyelids fluttered open, you regained your ability to hear- to hear the curses leaving Joel's mouth between ragged breaths
"Jesus Christ- Jesus fucking Christ- Goddamnit"
His grip on your waist was so tight you were sure it was gonna leave a bruise... not that you were complaining.
"you ok?"
His eyes were shut close and creases of effort filled his forehead, while his chest went up and down as he desperately tried to breathe.
"Joel?"
He swallowed tightly, now breathing in through his nose before exhaling from his mouth.
"d-don't move"
You smiled as you promised "I won't"
God this was fucking embarrassing.
He'd spent three days training.
And yes he wasn't sure he would have said yes, but still, better safe than sorry- except for the fact it clearly hadn't worked.
He had spent three days fucking his own fist and trying to last as much as possible and he did do progress... but this... this was fucking nothing like what he'd felt in the last twenty years.
He was so fucked
"I-I'm sorry" he gritted out, sounding almost defeated "I- I haven't done this in a long time darlin'"
"And you... you feel so fuckin' good- fuck"
Your walls had inadvertently squeezed around him at his words, making a groan rumble in his chest.
"You have nothing to apologize for Joel"
he would have told you that your voice was making everything worse if he weren't so preoccupied with trying to calm his dick down.
"take all the time you need"
And so he did, his eyes remained closed as he breathed through the initial shock, until finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was back.
He had to stifle a moan once he opened his eyes back up.
There you were, your beautiful eyes trained on his with such gentleness and care that it made where his gaze fell to feel even more sinful.
Your boobs were barely touching his chest, and yet they could have been in his face for the effect they had on him- his hands were on your waist, holding onto your soft flesh, your thighs were straddling his lap, giving him no choice but to finally look between your bodies, where you two connected.
"Darlin'" he murmured, hypnotized
You smiled, watching him admiring you in silence
"You look..."
Every word that came to mind wasn't enough, you were otherwordly, you were perfection... so he just settled on the simplest, and perhaps truest of them all.
"you're beautiful"
Your cheeks burned with heat as his gaze came back to yours.
"so are you, Joel"
And that was that.
His lips found yours again, and you couldn't stop your hips as they started moving, rocking back and forth and bringing little waves of ecstasy to your core.
A desperate moan spilled from yours to Joel's mouth as he grabbed the back of your head, forcing you into an even deeper kiss as he started following your movements.
Your hands went to the back of his neck, grabbing at the hair at the nape of it as you finally started bouncing on his dick, and god- god it was even better than you could have ever imagined
The loudest growl sounded from his throat as you worked yourself up and down on his shaft.
He was in another universe, his actions were only reflexes as the hand not tangled in your hair found your tits and then your ass, grabbing at it with tenderness and need.
"Oh Joel" you cried, his dick filling you up better than anything ever before.
You could quite literally feel him in your stomach, every little vein and ridge of skin creating a permanent dent inside of you that only he was ever gonna be able to fill.
"sweetheart- fuck" he groaned on his own, your breaths mixing as you ghosted each other's mouths, his eyes raking over your body and face, while yours couldn't help but roll to the back of your head as his manhood hit a particularly good spot.
"You feel so- good Joel" you whimpered mindlessly, now quickening your pace, desperation taking over you completely.
the sound of him entering your drenched core mixed with the bed creaking underneath you as you drove yourself closer and closer to heaven.
The sound of his name falling from your lips was something that filled Joel's chest with an indescribable feeling, he felt on top of the word, and at the same time... at the same time he wished it had never left your mouth because it was now forever imprinted in his brain, and he knew nothing was ever gonna compare to it.
Oh and also- also it was making his little lasting problem real fucking hard to control.
But he was nothing if not a gentleman,
You were gonna come, he wasn't gonna have it any other way.
His hand lowered down your belly as you kept chasing your release, looking like a damn glimpse of paradise, until his thumb found your clit.
"Oh fuck" you moaned, your eyes snapping open to look at him- a dark glaze of lust shading your iris.
Joel realized too late that he hadn't taken into account how fucking tight you'd get, and was now really paying the consequences.
Plus when you looked at him like that... maybe just this one time he could not be a gentleman- I mean it's not like he had much choice, he was trying his hardest but- shit
"darlin'" he mumbled, his thumb circling your bud "w-where do ya- where do ya want it?"
You moaned louder just at the thought of him coming
"Inside"
It wasn't even a question
"N-no sweetheart I-I shouldn-"
"Joel" you interrupted him, your lips grazing his as you talked, your grip on his hair tightening "I want you to fill me up until I can feel you leaking out of me for days"
Good Christ and heaven
"Fuck me" he cursed, all his strength going on not coming right there and then "Darlin' please- tell me you're close"
You were already seeing stars as he spoke
"I'm close, baby- oh fuck" you cried "Joel!"
A tsunami of lust-filled pleasure coursed through your veins as your orgasm hit like a damn truck.
You couldn't even remember your name as you screamed his own into the thick air, as you moaned and cried and spasmed around him, feeling him do exactly what you'd asked- filling you up to the very brim.
He'd started coming the moment you did- he couldn't do anything about it, it was just unadulterated perfection-
His head fell between your neck and shoulders as groaned like a man possessed,
until finally, after a good three minutes, you were both back to the land of the living.
He looked twenty years younger when he looked at you again, and you- you looked like the most beautiful woman on earth.
A soft smile pulled at your lips, and you couldn't help but ask "How long before we can do it again?"
And fuck him, but his age didn't matter, with those eyes of yours, it might very well be minutes.
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I HAVE NEVER BEEN A HAPPIER GIRL. EVER.
#I FINALLY FUCKING ORGANIZED MY BOOKSHELVES#I HAVE STRUGGLED TO COMPLETE THIS FOR 4 DAYS#FEELING SO BEHIND WITH MY OTHER SETTLING IN#DO YOU KNOW HOW PARTICULAR I AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#genuinely oh my goodness i am SO glad to have it done#and i actually am deciding to get rid of some books aksjsjdb#yes so that i can fit the books i do want on my shelves#but also just. realized some books i really have 0 interest in reading#and work is going well. it really really is.#iâm starting to understand it and i really like my boss#she decided to order pizza for lunch and so we all got something and when i asked her how much i owed her she said donât worry about it :â)#and the one girl who is near my age she waved and smiled at me when i left đ„č#so excited to continue unpacking tomorrow!!! hopefully i can put up some posters#lindsay posts
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maternal instinct II a.russo x reader
maternal instinct II a.russo x reader
"you're sure you don't want us to stay? cook dinner? help unpack? provide general love and company? we're more than happy to lessi!" beth pressed as alessia smiled at her friends and now club teammates.
"yes. i promise i'll be fine, we've got tomorrow off and i'll unpack then. i love you all very much but i'm exhausted!" alessia chuckled tiredly as her friends nodded in understanding. "well call us if you need anything yeah? anything." leah pushed as alessia nodded, opening the door for them.
"do you want us to come over tomorrow night? i'll cook!" lotte offered making alessia laugh as they hovered by the door. even more of the girls having helped her alongside her family and the movers today alessia's social battery was nearing zero, so as much as she appreciated everyones love and concern, she really just needed the time to recharge.
"i will speak to you all tomorrow, goodbye!" alessia hinted heavily, her friends hugging her and finally taking off toward the elevators as the blonde stood in her doorway and waved them off as still they lingered for a moment.
her lips curled into a smile and she shook her head as leah was finally pulled into the elevator, hanging around as if alessia might change her mind, her hand shooting out to wave before beth smacked it back inside and the doors closed.
"rawr!" alessia jumped a foot in the air and slipped, crashing down to the floor with a groan and a wince. "oh my god isabella!" she heard an unfamiliar voice hiss as footsteps thumped over and a hand extended to help her up.
"i am so so sorry." alessia found herself speechless as she was pulled up and faced the new voice, met with a gorgeous stranger who looked as though she couldn't have been too dissimilar in age to alessia herself.
"she learned what a practical joke is at school last week and she thinks its hilarious to scare people, nearly gave the poor elderly gent four doors down a heart attack yesterday." the stranger sighed and thats when alessia noticed the tiny girl hidden behind her leg, peering out every now and then.
"its okay, really. i was born with two left feet so it doesn't take much for me to hit the floor." alessia joked, rubbing her tailbone which she was sure would be bruised tomorrow from the impact. "well i'm still very sorry, its hardly very welcoming when your new neighbours have you tumbling over to the floor, you just moved in today right?" the girl smiled kindly as alessia nodded.
"i promise its no problem, i'm alessia." the blonde held her hand out as you introduced yourself and shook it. "this is isabella" you nodded down to your five year old daughter hidden behind your leg.
"bella say hi and say sorry for scaring alessia please." you requested softly, hand gently guiding your daughter out from behind you as alessia squatted down, well aware her height wouldn't help the young girl feel any less intimidated.
"hi, sorry for scaring you." the girl mumbled, still clinging onto your leg as she glanced up at alessia with a shy smile. "thats okay, i've got two big brothers and i liked to scare them when i was your age too." alessia grinned, bellas smile widening at her words.
"its very lovely to meet you, i like your shoes." alessia pointed downward before shuffling a little so the girl could see she was sporting the same ones.
"woah your feet are huge!" bella gasped with wide eyes, bending down to poke at alessia's trainers making her laugh as you winced. "sorry! she's not got much of a filter, i'm working on it." you sighed with a small chuckle as alessia pushed up to stand again.
"hey honesty is the best policy right?" alessia joked kindly as bella continued to poke at her shoes and you gently pulled her away.
"well we'll leave you to settle in but welcome to the building! i'm sure we'll see you around alessia." you gave her another smile and turned back toward your own apartment, the blonde grinning as isabella gave her an enthusiastic wave before sprinting inside.
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and indeed it wasn't very long before alessia saw either of you again.
"oh shit! no no no." alessia panicked, feeling around in her pockets and shaking her bag but coming up empty, suddenly having a vision of her keys where she'd left them on the counter this morning, too used to having them connected to her car key but not having gotten around to it with this new set just yet.
grabbing out her phone she called the building manager, huffing when it instantly went to voicemail and didn't even allow her to leave one. wracking her brain for what her next move could be she tapped her foot and flicked through her contacts, though no one would really be able to help her unless they were a locksmith.
so with a sigh she left her bag by her door and moved to stand in front of yours, raising her fist and knocking a few times. but when there was no answer she turned away assuming you weren't home, barely making it a few steps before the door clicked.
"alessia?" you called out curiously, the blonde turning with a sheepish smile. "i'm really really sorry to bother you, but i've locked myself out and i can't get through to mr brooks." alessia rubbed the back of her neck, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"he'll be playing poker, turns his phone off on saturdays. does anyone have your spare?" you chuckled, alessia shaking her head. "its still inside. with moving in and settling in at my new club and trainings and media appearances i haven't had a chance." alessia groaned, throwing her head back as you gave her a look of sympathy.
"look i'm well aware we were all taught about stranger danger in school, but would you like to wait inside? i've got a number for a good locksmith, he works weekends he might just take a few hours if he's got other jobs." you offered kindly, alessia stuttering out that she didn't want to be a bother.
"you wouldn't be, i promise. i just made lunch and there's more than enough for two." you assured, opening your door wider and gesturing for her to join.
"i don't bite! i promise." you joked, a smile curling onto the taller girls lips as she finally accepted the offer, grabbing her bag and stepping inside your apartment.
"bella's at her dads." you answered while dishing you both up a bowl, alessia not needing to ask but clearly noting the lack of your daughter. "alessia you can sit down." you laughed at how awkward she seemed, finding it quite endearing and a tiny bit cute.
"my friends call me less, or lessi." alessia clarified, leaving her bag by the door and taking a seat at your dining table. "we're friends already? maybe that stranger danger lecture hasn't sunk in for you." you teased with a grin, alessia's face blushing bright red.
"no! i didn't mean that sorry i just meant-" the blonde rambled as you placed the bowl of pasta down in front of her. "i'm only teasing, less." you smiled, taking a seat across from her and nodding for her to eat, the girl declining your offer of a drink.
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"nah i just don't know if i can get over that." alessia denied with a firm shake of her head as you playfully swatted at her arm, the two of you now sat much more comfortably on your lounge getting to know each other.
"i was five! i didn't know any better." you laughed, snatching back the photo from her grip which showed a much younger you sat on your fathers shoulders at a liverpool game, jersey on and face painted.
"you can ask you know." you smiled knowingly as alessia's eyes hovered on a picture of you and bella when she was just a baby, bundled up in a bright blue blanket stitched with tiny pink flowers your mother had made.
"ask what?" alessia questioned with a confused frown. "about her, being a teen mum is interesting to everyone. you're just too polite to acknowledge it unlike most other people." you smiled as alessias cheeks flushed red, wondering if you had some sort of mind reading power.
"i didn't-i wouldn't want to-" alessia stammered out quickly. "you wouldn't, i promise. there's not much i've not been asked before really." you assured gently as alessia nodded, more as if to reassure herself than assure you.
"how old were you?" the blonde asked after a short pause had passed. "eighteen when i fell pregnant, nineteen once i gave birth. yes it was an accident, no i didn't know her dad before we got drunk and slept together. we were young and stupid, the condom broke and i told him it was fine!" you rolled your eyes at your own reckless decision.
"so he's..." alessia trailed off, clearly still feeling a little awkward which made you chuckle. "he's in the picture. he's a good guy and a good dad but like i said we didn't know each other. naturally he freaked out when i told him, i didn't hear from him for a few months but i also didn't expect anything from him." you shrugged.
"my parents were actually much more supportive than i thought. it took me the longest to tell them because i was scared but they promised no matter what i chose they'd support me, and it meant more than they'll ever know." you smiled softly at the memory as alessia hung off your every word.
"so he came back into the picture, his parents took a little more convincing but between all of us we came up with a plan before she was even born. we alternate weekends and given i work at her school and live closest to the doctors and our parents she lives with me most of the time, but he takes her on tuesday and thursday afternoons and we communicate when things don't work or if he wants to see her more." you explained as alessia nodded.
"that sounds really healthy." the blonde observed, leaning her head on her hand, elbow pressed into the back of the lounge. "did the two of you ever try and-" alessia clearly struggled to find the right words making you smile.
"we both just want whats best for her. we established pretty early on that we're absolutely not each others person but we are hers, and she comes first always." you answered as now alessia smiled softly, clearly seeing how much you cared for your daughter.
your conversation stilled as there was a few sharp knocks at the door clearly in some sort of intended pattern, and seeing the curious look on alessia's face you chuckled. "i'd love to say thats the locksmith but that'll be bella." you smiled, standing up to your feet and making your way over to the door.
you'd barely opened it a few centimetres before your daughter was wiggling her way through and crashing into you, tightly hugging your leg and making you laugh.
alessia watched on fondly from the lounge, a smile curling into her lips as she watched the interaction, a few words exchanged between your ex and yourself confirming arrangements for next week before bella noticed the new person on the lounge.
"big feet!" your daughter chirped in greeting as you closed the front door and your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "bella! that is not her name." you told her off flashing alessia an apologetic wince who waved it off, grin on her face.
"why are you here?" bella asked curiously, climbing up onto the lounge and settling herself next to alessia, wiggling around to get comfortable. "i did something very silly and i locked my keys inside my house!" alessia smacked her hand against her forehead with a scoff making bella giggle.
"did your dad feed you or is the monster in your stomach hungry bel?" you called out, her head popping up over the back of the lounge. "mmm dad fed me. but not the monster, the monsters hungry!" bella announced as you hummed in understanding.
"and what is the monster hungry for?" you questioned with an amused smile. "alessia whats your favourite sandwich?" bella turned to the footballer beside her who looked caught off guard. "oh gosh um, ham and cheese?" alessia spoke out the first thing which came to mind.
"ham and cheese please! one for the monster and one for big feet." bella answered with a concise nod as you sighed at the nickname but found yourself relieved as alessia only laughed.
"so bella, tell me about this monster in your tummy. how on earth did it get in there?"
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"snap! i win." bella cheered happily, jumping around with a grin as alessia groaned dramatically, collapsing back into the lounge with a playful frown.
"you are just too fast! i didn't even see your hand move. do you have super powers?" alessia tutted with a shake of her head as you smiled, admittedly melting at how easily she seemed to get along with your daughter.
"its cause the monsters brain and my brain mash together and make one huge brain so i'm really fast and strong and smart! but its okay you're not very good at this game." bella explained, patting the strikers knee apologetically for the loss making you laugh and alessia jokingly shove at your shoulder.
the game was interrupted by another few knocks at the door, bella climbing back onto the lounge to continue chattering away to alessia as you stood to answer.
"all fixed." you smiled as paul handed you the new key, seeing alessia's door had been opened. "thank you! i'll just go-" you turned as the older man quickly shook his head. "don't be silly love. i owed your dad a favour anyway, tell him its paid up." he promised as you thanked him and offered a tea or coffee, paul apologizing stating he'd have to leave, needing to run off to another job.
thanking him again you waved the man off and closed your door. "good news! you're in." you smiled, holding the key up as alessia exhaled a deep sigh of relief. "thank you so much, wait where did he go? i didn't even pay!" alessia panicked as you quickly reassured her it was fine.
"he owed my dad a favour, break in was free of charge." you teased lightly, handing her the key as the colour returned to her face. "thank you again, and for letting me potato it out on your lounge all afternoon. i hope you didn't have any plans?" alessia worried as you shook your head.
"none at all, really it was lovely getting to know you a bit better. bella and i haven't really met many people in the building, i know she can be...a lot sometimes." you put lightly, glancing at your daughter over alessia's shoulder where she sat on the floor making two of her dolls wrestle one another.
"no way, i wish i was half as cool as she is when I was her age." alessia laughed, hand squeezing your knee in reassurance before she stood. "but i should really get out of your hair. thank you for lunch too! i'd love to return the favour if you and bella would like to come over for dinner sometime?" alessia offered with a kind smile.
"we would!" bella answered before you could, appearing between the two of you suddenly with a grin as you rolled your eyes fondly. "well you're both more than welcome." alessia promised, bending down to isabella's height with a grin that matched hers.
"thanks for playing with me big feet!" alessia nearly fell backward as the five year old threw her arms around her neck in a tight hug before racing off and leaving you shaking your head after her as alessia pushed back up to her feet.
grabbing her bag alessia stepped outside as you gave her a smile so warm it nearly bowled her back over again, the blonde finding herself lingering on your doorstep despite her own apartment being a mere few feet away.
"um. could i maybe grab your number? so we can organise dinner!" alessia clarified quickly, her ears flushing pink as a hundred worries that she'd make you uncomfortable rushed to the forefront of her mind.
this wasn't like her, she didn't ask for strangers numbers and spend hours in their apartments and invite them over for dinner. and yet, here she was doing all of that and finding herself near praying you'd say yes.
"sure." you nodded happily, holding your hand out for her phone which alessia hurried to tug out of her pocket, unlock and and place down gently into the palm of your outstretched hand.
watching as you added in your number and handed it back to her, the two of you fell into a few beats of comfortable silence, exchanging a smile which seemed to be a wordless farewell.
"wait!" alessia paused as she was turning to head back to her own apartment, watching bella wiggle her way out of of the half closed door. "here." she held out a small pink and blue braided bracelet up to the striker.
"so you can put your key on it and wear it so you don't lock it inside again!" the five year old smiled, patting alessia's leg before racing off back into the apartment. "thank you!" alessia called out with a tender smile, sending you a nod which you returned with a soft smile before your apartment door closed and alessia turned to head into her own.
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"and then you have to make sure there's lots of flour on the board." alessia instructed as bella nodded and you watched on with a smile, the two in your kitchen making both dinner and a mess.
the dinners had become sort of an unspoken routine, the first one at alessias house running so late that bella had wound up taking a much needed nap in alessia's spare room while the two of you spoke for hours and hours.
since then you found yourself in her kitchen or her in yours at least once a week, alessia one of the most patient women you'd ever met as she made sure to include your daughter in all of the cooking, keeping an eye nearly as watchful as yours on her energetic five year old sous chef.
you'd of course taken charge more than once and cooked for her, but you noticed that alessia genuinly enjoyed cooking for others, and you would always notice the clear joy in her eyes when you and bella clearly expressed how good her cooking was, your daughters tummy monster rapidly becoming her biggest fan.
"then we carefully use this little roller and we roll and roll and roll, and look! it cuts the pasta into little shapes." alessia explained, her hand guiding isabella's which was clamped around the tool, the girls face ablaze with wonder.
"woah! so cool." bella exhaled, eyes wide as you met alessia's gaze with a soft smile, your cheeks becoming a little warm as the taller girl sent you a wink and turned her attention back to your daughter.
you'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't noticed that maybe you might harbour some more than friendly feelings for your blonde neighbour, but you were also very used to squashing these and compartmentalizing what your priorities were.
"does the monster want red sauce or green sauce?" alessia asked, pulling a face and making bella giggle from where she sat on the counter swinging her legs to and from.
"red." bella paused as if to consult with the imaginary gremlin inside her before deciding as alessia smiled at the sight. all it had taken was one joke that your daughters appetite must be because she had a monster living in her tummy and she'd ran with it, proudly telling everyone and anyone about her new best friend.
you left them to it and turned your attention to the report cards scattered across the dining room table, all that was left was to check you'd covered everyone in your class and sign it off and your weekend would be stress free.
what you failed to notice though was that as much as you'd sneak a glance at alessia every now and then with a soft smile, the moment you'd look back away she was doing the same, feelings which matched yours fluttering away in her stomach but unsure what to do about them.
the decision came later that night when bella had been tucked in and was long asleep, much to her demands that she should be allowed to stay up and join your 'girls night' because she was a big girl and she didn't have school tomorrow.
but with alessia saying goodnight and promising to come over on the weekend before hiding away in your bedroom occupying herself watching tv.
so thinking she now wasn't missing out on anything you'd then wrestled the five year old into bed and read her her favourite story, bella not even making it five pages in before her eyes drooped and suddenly she was dead asleep.
despite that you still read through the story cover to cover, having done so ever since she was little you weren't about to break the tradition now.
kissing her forehead and very quietly making your way out of the room, you closed her bedroom door with the most gentle click possible and exhaled, crossing the hallway to your own bedroom.
"we're safe!" you joked, knocking on the door frame as the blonde looked up from her phone. "what did i miss then?" you moved to sit beside her on the bed, both you and alessia watching the night agent together.
"another murder, loads of anonymous phone calls, nothing serious." alessia shrugged, whining as you smacked her leg. "who got murdered! thats not a detail to be skipped over russo." you clicked your tongue as she playfully rolled her eyes.
"maybe if you hadn't watched ahead and forced me to catch up, i might have been more forth coming with information." alessia shrugged pulling a face as you scoffed.
"i only watched ahead because you bailed on dinner last week!" you teased shoving her. "oh i am so sorry for being sick and not wanting to share germs, how horribly selfish of me." alessia gasped as you nodded. "i'm so glad you're finally seeing it from my point of view." you sighed, squealing as her fingers dug into your sides.
"no no no i'm sorry!" you begged, trying to push her off as her fingers attacked, poked and prodded at your sides. "less!" you laughed out, trying to shove her off as the two of you grappled, alessia now squealing as your hand poked at her ribs which were just as ticklish as yours.
"okay okay, truce!" alessia panted out, your body half on top of hers as your hands left one anothers bodys and you collapsed a little into her, both of you vibrating against one another with much more gentle laughter.
a silence fell between you as you pulled your head off of her chest, glancing down at her and finding yourself immediately sucked into the vibrant baby blue pools of her affectionate gaze.
alessia's own eyes also locked in with yours, suddenly becoming very aware of the close and pressed together nature of your bodies, the taller girl pushing herself up ever so slightly, noticing you didn't recoil away as her face was now mere centimeters from yours.
her eyes searched your face for any sign that you didn't want this as much as she did, coming up a little unsure unable to completely read your expression decided to just take a chance.
you weren't caught completely off guard at the sudden feel of her soft lips pressed to yours, but your breath did hitch slightly as her hands ever so carefully cupped your face, deepening it a little but not pushing things too far.
but that tiny adjustment in position was all it took for the alarm bells to ring in the back of your head and your walls to shoot right back up from where she'd spent weeks scaling over them and sneaking her way into your life.
so you pulled away and sat up, forcing your eyes away and missing how her face fell at your change in body language, regret burning her mouth like it was full of bitter ashes.
"i am so sorry, i should go." alessia managed out, sitting up as you caught the hints of insecurity in her tone and she quickly hurried out of your bedroom. "less wait!" you rushed after her and grabbed her wrist as she stood by your front door, heart feeling as if someone was squeezing it in their fists at the look on her face.
"i do like you, really. but i come with...a lot of baggage." you sighed out, alessia's face curving downward into a frown.
"i have a child alessia. bella is my life and i would never ever do anything to confuse or hurt her, and bringing people in and out of my life that aren't just friends can be really hard to understand at her age." you started, running a hand through your hair with another sigh.
alessia waited a moment to see if you continued, but when you didn't she took intitiative to speak up for herself.
"i'd love to say i understand that but i don't have a child so that would be a lie. but i know bringing someone romantically into your circle can be a lot, with or without other things going on-" alessia started softly.
"-but i really like bella. i wasn't lying when she said she is literally the coolest kid i've ever met, and looking at her mum its no wonder she is such a special, kind and loving little human being. but again, i can imagine that at her age it can be really scary to dangle someone in front of her that she bonds with and connects with and when things don't work out and they leave, how hard it would be to explain why." alessia continued sincerely, gaze locked with yours.
"i would never rush you into anything. obviously this is different than a normal relationship when there's a third parties feelings being taken into consideration, but i promise to never overstep with that, everything can be on your terms." alessia promised, a lump in your throat at the tenderness her words seemed to carry.
alessia found herself pulling you into a hug, your body melting perfectly into hers as you found a warmth blossoming in your chest as your face pressed into her shoulder, her strong arms holding you tight within them, chin hooking over your shoulder as she stood a head or so taller.
"i also really like you, and i've loved getting to know both you and bella. i'd love to see where this might go but i know there's more to think about than just you and i, so i promise i'm happy being friends too. just...think it over." at those words she let you go, tugging your door open and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before suddenly she was gone, only the lingering feeling of her lips against your skin all that was left.
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Invisible String
Oscar Tully x Blackwood!reader
summary: This is the story of Benjicot's younger sister and Oscar Tully. Some would say it was of coincidence, others would say it was fate.
word count: 1.4k
warning: fluff
Authorâs note: please let me know what you think of this in the comments! Iâm always open to feedback!
Green was the color of the grass Where I used to read at Centennial Park I used to think I would meet somebody there
Blackwood Vale consisted of Raventree Hall and the Godswoods, with a large green pasture in between. The lofty, old stone walls of Raventree are covered in moss. The gate is flanked by two enormous square towers, and there is a square tower at each corner of the wall. It is further protected by a stone-lined, deep moat. There is a large timber keep and a filthy outer ward inside the walls. The solar of Lord Blackwood in the keep is spacious and bright, with enormous dark oak beams. Its walls are covered in wool tapestries, and its latticework doors, which have yellow glass windows fashioned like diamonds, gaze out over Raventree Hall's godswood. It has a chair with a high back. There is a massive, ancient, dead weirwood within the godswood. Hundreds of ravens arrive every evening around sunset and spend the entire night roosting on the dead weirwood, just as they have done for countless years. There is a view of two of Raventree's gates from a height overlooking a stream close to the castle.
Her father had asked her that day to get her brother Benji from the grounds by the Godswoods as it was time for their supper. Just nine name days y/n walked down the green pasters with her black dress with ravens embraided on the bottom. As she walked closer, she saw her Benji, who was only two-name days older than her, training with his friends. The two boys were her brotherâs age. One had curly hair, the other straight.
âBenji!â She shouted getting her brother and the boysâ attention, causing them to stop fighting.
âWhat?!â he shouted back rolling his eyes that his little sister was disturbing them.
âFather says itâs supper and that you need to come back.â y/n said coming closer to face him.Â
âFine.â Benji started to gather his things. Y/n could feel eyes watching her as she face her brother. Once Benji gathered his things he place his hand protectively on her back gently pushing her back to Raventree Hall.
âAre you going to introduce us to your sister Benji?â The boy with straight hair asked smirking, âIt would be rude not to.â
Y/n glanced to see Benji rolled his eyes and slowly turned to face the boys. She too turned to see them. The boy with curly hair stared at the girl with admiration in his eyes causing her cheeks to turn red.Â
âY/n this is Kermit and Oscar Tully.â Benji gestured to both the Tullys, âKermit and Oscar, this is Y/n my little sister.â
âHello.â She shyly waved at the two.
Kermit bowed, âPleasure to meet you.â
Oscar didnât speak but softly waved hello back.
Time, curious time Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see?
By the age of ten and one y/n and Oscar had always seem to end up near each other. One time y/n was in the library reading a book on the Old Gods when she heard the doors smack open. To her surprise Oscar was standing there out of breath. He quickly shut the door and ran over to her. He grabbed her hand and dragged her under the table.
âWhatâs wrong?â She asked. âWhy are we hiding?â
âMine and your brothers are chase me. They wish to throw me in the river as a happy name day present.â
âItâs your name day?â She smiled at the boy as he nodded shyly, âHappy nameday.â
âThank you.â The two spend the rest of the afternoon talking under that table.
At the age of ten and two y/n have perfected her embroidery skills, so much that she started to embroider on her dresses. Y/n had a plain dark blue dress in her wardrobe that she wish to dress up for fun. She spent a whole month embroidering the dress for a festival at Riverrun. When the festival came around her and her family arrived at Riverrun. Entering the great hall, y/n noticed Oscar coming over.
âYou have fishes on your dress?â Oscar pointed out. Y/nâs plain dark blue dress had be transformed into a dress with fishes dancing with ravens on the bottom.
âDo you like it?â she asked smiling at the boy. âI did it myself. I thought it was fitting.â
âYes, its very beautiful.â He smiled back blushing, âlike you.â He held out his hand towards her, âwould you like to dance?â
The girl smiled and took his hand.
Another time was when y/n was ten and three she was walking the riverbank. The Backwoods were in Riverrun as her father had business with Lord Grover. âY/n!â She heard a voice shout out behind her. The girl turned to see Oscar stumbling along the riverbank behind her, causing her to smile.
âWhat are you doing here? I thought you would be with my brother and Kermit?â She asked the boy confusedly.
âBut I would much rather be here with you.â He smiled brightly. The two continue walking the riverbank enjoying each otherâs company.
And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?
It was a sunny day in Ravenvale. Y/n was in her chambers getting ready excitedly, as it was her ten and four name day. Her maids were putting on her favourite red empire silhouette dress with an ivy pattern on the long sleeves. As her maid, Anne did her hair there was a knock on her door.
âCome in.â She invited whoever was at the door. The door pushed open to reveal a muddy Oscar Tully. âOscar!â Y/n smiled standing up and walking closer to him.
âY/n.â The muddy boy said out of breath.
âWhy are you covered in mud?â She looked at him confusedly tilting her head slightly.
âI was in the grounds getting you thisâŠâ He caught his breath and brought his arm from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of flowers, lavenders, sweet peas and hydrangeas. âHappy name day, y/n.â
The girl took the flowers gently from his hand and sniffed them, âthank you Os. I love them.â She smiled at the boy, who was grateful she like them. Y/n handed the flowers over to Anne and asked her to place them in a vase by her bed. Oscar then said goodbye and ran off to find his brother and Benji. Leaving y/n to her own thoughts.
She realised that she was nearing the age in which her father would marry her of to some lord in some old castle that did not care or love her and only would use her to produce heirs for himself. She wished to be loved and cared for by some who she would love and care for, she wished for someone to grow old with. The more she thought about it, the more she knew who she wished to marry. She wished for it to be Oscar Tully, the boy who had been by her side since she was nine and onwards. She wished for the boy with curly hair who gave her flowers.
One single thread of gold tied me to you
On a cold autumn afternoon y/n was summoned to the main hall by her father. As she walked the Hallâs corridors, she got more and more nervous. Had she done something bad? Had Benji blame her for something he did and now she had to cover for him again? Is she finally being married of to an old, dying lord? When she near the door to the main hall the guards opened the doors and announced her arrival.
There stood her father and brother along with Lord Grover and Oscar, smiling and laughing. She looked at the gathering in confusion, âyou wanted to see me, father?â she asked.
Her father turned to see her standing there and smiled brightly at her, ây/n! come greet your betrothed and his grandsire!â
âBetrothed?â she looked at Oscar, who sheepishly smiled at her.
âYes, Lord Oscar Tully is to be your husband.â Her father explained. âWe just finalised the arrangement.â
âReally?â She smiled at him. Once her father nodded to confirm, y/n ran at Oscar and hugged him tightly almost knocking him to the ground. Oscar chuckled slightly and hugged back. âIâm glad itâs you.â She whispered.
Once y/n was ten and seven and Oscar was ten and nine they had their wedding. It was held at Riverrun and all the noble houses of the Riverlands attended. After the two had said their vows, Oscar passionately kiss her, and she kissed back. As everyone cheered, her brother and Kermit whooping at the two, the happy couple Oscar swept y/n off her feet and carried her down the aisle.
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Love love love your writing Jade, I must have reread everything a dozen times!
For a dad!character request, what would you think of Single father Remus signing up to chaperone a school event or field trip? Maybe he meets the newest teacher, who happens to be his exact idea of the perfect person for himâŠ
(Lots of love<3)
âDonât getâ forget your coat, dad.âÂ
Remus grabs his coat from the passenger seat with a self-deprecating sigh. âIâm sâposed to remember things for you, Lia.âÂ
Cordelia smiles up at him, her shiny coat and boots already taking on rain. âOkay, so âmember my lunch, then.âÂ
Remus turns back to the passenger seat to grab her packed lunch from the footwell. âThank you.âÂ
Remus is the kind of parent who writes a list every week, budgeting to the penny and laying out uniforms the night before, but heâs off-kilter today. âI wish your teacher couldâve given me some warning.âÂ
âSheâs new, dad. You have to be nice for new people, âcos they donât knowâ sheâs not used to it.âÂ
Remus locks the car door, already cold to the bone and wishing they couldâve called off sick. He offers Cordelia her lunchbox (which isnât a box at all, but a padded fabric zip up pouch in fashion with the rest of the girls her age), and tugs on his jacket. Itâs not his, it belonged to Sirius a few years ago, but it got left in his wardrobe somehow and heâs been wearing it since.Â
âOkay, lovely girl, whatâs the rules for today?â he asks, taking her hand.Â
âTo be good.âÂ
âYeah, and what next?âÂ
âTo stay with my buddy.âÂ
âYes, and whatâs the last one?âÂ
She beams at him and waves their joined hands. âTo have fun!âÂ
Remus doesnât think heâll be having much of it. He isnât on the PTA, he had no idea parents even went on these trips, but theyâre short-staffed at Cordeliaâs school lately and now the year two teacher is off sick, and the phone call was a shock. He didnât have the wherewithal to say no.Â
Cordeliaâs class are waiting outside of the school gates near a big red and green bus. Remus is the only parent. Why is he the only parent? There are around thirty kids and only two teachers, the newest of which stands at the front, your hands behind your back and a massive smile on your lips despite the bad weather.Â
Youâre very pretty, Remus has already thought before, and you dress sweetly, happy colours and cute skirts and pants with flowers and hearts and stars. Youâre reaching up into the sky as you say, âSo they have lots of energy to grow big and tall like us!â
Most of the kids are listening aptly, though pods of them chatter or fight.Â
You see Remus quickly and dodge around the children to meet him. âMr. Lupin! Hello, hi Lia. I have a packet for you.âÂ
He smiles awkwardly. âRight.â Whatâs a packet? He looks down at Cordelia but sheâs straining against his hand, desperate to go and talk to her friends. âYou can go, lovely. Iâll be right here.âÂ
âCan I sit with you on the bus?â she asks.
Heâd definitely prefer it. âWhatever you want to do. Want me to have your lunchbox?âÂ
âNo, thatâs okay!â She leans up for a kiss. Remus suddenly wonders if heâs any good at being a parent, knowing youâre watching, but he leans down for a kiss and gives her a quick pat on the back. âLove you.âÂ
âLove you.â He clears his throat and stands up. âThe packet?âÂ
Youâre looking at him funny.Â
âWhat?â he asks.Â
âNothing, nothing,â you stay, still smiling. Heâs ninety nine percent sure you arenât making fun.Â
You load the children onto the bus and have him stand at the front with you, squished together in the aisle. âThis is Liaâs dad, Mr. Lupin. Can everyone say hi?â Heâs sure heâs beet red. âHeâs our chaperone today. You listen to him just like youâd listen to me or Mrs. Davies. If Mr. Lupin tells you to stop talking, to stop running, anything at all, you listen. But today is about having fun and seeing all the flowers and bugs, so letâs have lots of fun!â You touch his elbow gently. He smiles.Â
Lia forgets that she wanted to sit with Remus by that time, and you end up hip to hip in the front row. The children are immensely loud, and Mrs. Davies has to constantly ask them to be quiet, but itâs not as though Remus would notice; when he woke up that morning he had no idea heâd be doing this, his schoolyard crush for you feels as though itâs written over his forehead, and heâs more nervous than heâs felt in years.Â
Remus is cool. Heâs the cool friend, the quiet, collected one, who doesnât stutter nor falter, but he finds it harder to be that way with you when youâve seen him pick Cordelia up from the yard and kiss every inch of her face and tell her in baby talk that he missed her so so much.Â
âI got you something.âÂ
Cool, Remus says to himself. Iâm cool.Â
You unveil an informational packet and a small purple box. âThatâs just the stuff I told you on the phone this morning,â you say, âand some emergency stuff you can read before we get there. God forbid something happen, but if it does, you arenât liable. I, however, will get in lots of trouble.â You offer the box. Even your hands are cute.
Itâs a rough day. The kids are rowdy, the weather is wet. Liaâs friend Kory keeps stepping in puddles and Lia herself wonât leave Remus alone. She wants to eat lunch in his lap and half gets her way, the two of them holding hands, Remus a big head surrounded by little girls.Â
âWhatâs that?â she asks in a whisper.Â
âThis?â He knocks the purple box with his knuckle. âThis was from Miss L/N.â He opens the plastic lid to show her the treasure inside, a caramel donut with chocolate shavings. It looks expensive and delicious. âShould we share?â he whispers back.Â
âYes, please.âÂ
Remus breaks it in half, and Lia breaks her half into half again to share with Kory. He feels eyes on his face and looks up to find you watching him with a soft look, but you promptly flatten it and look down. You pick at your lunch, and choke when someone asks you if youâre alright.
Oh, he thinks, giving Liaâs back a quick rub. Chaperoning really isnât so bad.
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Angel Face, Devil Thoughts
Summary: The first time Rafe Cameron saw you, he knew he had to have you. Whatever it takes. Wk: 6.8K
âąThis is a collaboration with @babygorewhoređ€ I had so much fun working on this with you baby, I love you so much!!!âą
Warnings: Possesive!Rafe, obsessive behaviors (Rafe and reader), kidnapping, drugging, kinda clueless reader (or is she�), daddy kink, borderline stalker behavior, spanking, hair pulling, jealous!Rafe, bondage, age gap (Rafe is 35 reader is 26), spit kink, oral, unprotected sex. Dark fic, 18+MNDI!! (Divider by me)
Rafe Cameronâs legs turned as he swung the golf club, perfectly hitting the ball as it landed near the hole in the ground yards ahead. He smirked to himself. Topper clapped a hand on his shoulder. His grip firm and Rafe cocked an eyebrow at him.
âI donât know how you do it. Iâve never beaten you.â
Rafe shrugged. âNo one can,â He chuckled and scanned the scenery of the yards ahead of him.
It was a beautiful day. It wasnât too hot and he was able to wear nicer clothing than he usually did for golf. A simple button down shirt and comfortable pants allowed him to easily pick up his bag of clubs and make his way to the small section of the park where food and drink was served. By Pogues and the middle class.
But he wasnât as involved in the war between kooks and pogues. At 35, he truly had better things to do. Run the empire and look after Wheezie who was a young teenager now. After Wards death, his sisters random marriage, his own growth over the years, Rafe just wanted to make money, fuck, andâŠmake more money.
But then his eyes widened and he almost stopped short when he saw you. And his entire world came to a halt.
You were wearing a simple outfit, a little black tennis skirt and a polo tee that bore the logo of the franchise representing the park. Your hair was out of your face, you were wearing makeup and you were currently talking to Wheezie, who giggled and blushed at a young boy across from you both. Rafeâs footsteps slowed but he continued your way. He was close enough to hear the conversation.
âI think heâs really cute. But I donât know how to approach him.â Wheezie complained and he wanted to roll his eyes over her thirtieth crush of the week when you smiled at her. And he melted inside.
âThatâs okay. All you have to do is wave and smile. Men are easy.â You winked at her and he swallowed thickly.
You were so beautiful. Delicate. Angelic. Perfect. You radiated kindness and a youthful spark that he hadnât exposed himself to in a long time. He was probably about ten years your senior but he didnât give a shit. When he saw Wheezie walk away from you and your adorable smile continued to grow, that's when he decided.
You were his.
He cleared his throat and prepared to further approach you after abandoning Topper. He had no issue with shyness or other bullshit younger men dealt with but something about you made him hesitate. Why were you working? Someone as perfect as you deserved to be treated gently, like a princess. You needed to be kept.
Rafe could do that. Easily.
As he walked to you, your pretty doe eyes looked up at him, and a smirk so faint crossed your face that he almost missed it.
âHavenât seen you before. Sorry if my little sister annoyed you. But I have a soft spot for her.â Rafe didnât bother with introducing himself. Youâd be screaming his name soon enough.
âHi,â when you gave him your name, he almost got chills. Even your name was perfect. You were an angel. The way your feet rolled, trying to shorten the distance between you both was adorable. âShe was cute! I remember my first crush.â You twirl your hair and Rafe gave you a hum of approval.
âWhatâs a pretty little girl like yourself doing working here? With looks like that, I figured youâd be a model.â Rafe complimented and instead of becoming shy, you batted your eyelashes and grinned.
âIâm thinking about it.â You glanced back at the bar cart, âbut I have to get back to work. It was nice to meet you finally, Rafey.â The nickname made his lips quirk in a sadistic smile. A nickname already? One he never allowed others to use.
But you werenât anyone.
You were his little bunny.
Rafe stayed longer than usual, watching you from a distance and leering at the way your skirt hugged your ass and hips. You were a little clumsy but he enjoyed that. He knew youâd have to rely on him for everything. You needed him.
When you clocked out, Rafe was horrified to see you start to walk down the road. You didnât have a car. And that made him feel rage. How could someone allow you to walk home alone? He certainly wouldnât. Not his pretty kitty.
Rafe marched forward, catching up with you before his hand gently touched your arm. âPretty girls shouldnât have to walk home. Come on. Iâll give you a ride.â
He expected you to deny it but then you grinned and nodded rapidly.
âYes! That sounds great!â
This would be too easy. But he was worried. What if a bad man got a hold of you? How would he live with himself if something happened to you? Heâd never let it go. No. His darling little girl would never get hurt.
âCome on. My car is this way.â
Rafe lagged behind you ever so slightly, despite his legs being much longer than yours. He couldnât resist getting another peak of your ass in that little uniform. He also couldnât resist when you stumbled as he was helping you into the passenger seat and one of his hands landed on the skin of your ass just under your skirt. He had to hold back a chuckle at the sight of you displaying yet another act of clumsiness. You were so helpless, fragile, too good for this world. He had to protect you from anyone who tried to hurt you, even yourself.
âAlright, Angel face, where am I headed?â Rafe buckles himself in, one of his long fingers hitting the push to start on his fancy sports car. He glances over at you, noticing that you havenât buckled yourself up yet. He lightly shakes his head before leaning over the center console to buckle your belt for you.
âOh, thank you, Rafey.â You run your fingers down his forearm, batting your lashes at him again. He takes note of your chipped nail polish, heâll have to remedy that immediately. Heâs definitely going to be calling the nicest salon on the island first thing tomorrow. Get you the full treatment, hair, nails, massage, whatever you want. âItâs on figure 8, Iâm actually staying three houses down from you, I think. Itâs my grandparents old house.â
âOh, yeah, I heard about their passing. Iâm sorry about that, doll.â He smiles at you softly, earning the cutest little grin in return. âIs that what youâre doing here? You inherit their house or something?â
âOh, no, nothing like that. They left it to my mom but she doesnât have any interest in living here so her and dad are selling it. We came here to go through all their stuff and get it ready to put on the market.â
âWhat about you? You like it here?â You cross your legs, and Rafe can see how deliciously your thighs squish together out of the corner of his eye. He stifled a groan at the sight.
âYeah, itâs nice. Itâs a lot different from my hometown but itâs really pretty here. And I make better money than I did at my waitressing job back home.â Your voice is so cute, Rafe wants to drown in it.
âIf your moms parents left her all that money, how come youâre working?â He takes a chance to look over at you at a red light, eyes roaming your form, committing as much as he could to memory.
âThey are still dealing with all the legal stuff, and I donât really know if theyâll even give me any. I donât think they trust me with it. I havenât always made the best life choices.â You sigh, a frown spreading across your lips, a crease in your brow. Rafe hates it, how dare they upset you? How dare they not help you? If you arenât great with making choices, he doesnât mind making them for you.
âAh, makes sense. But a pretty girl like you? You deserve everything you could ever want. Waited on hand and foot.â
âThatâs so sweet, thank you, Rafe. But Iâve always worked for what I want, ya know? I donât really mind it.â You shrug your shoulders, twirling a strand of hair around your finger.
âWell, I think you deserve better than that, sâall im saying. Iâm gonna set up a spa day for you, alright? What are your days off?â This is a win, win for him. He can spoil you a little and figure out your work schedule.
âOh! You donât have to do th-â
âAngel, I donât have to do anything, but Iâd really like to do this for you. Let me.â It comes out like more of a command than a request and he doesnât miss the way your breath hitches in your throat at his tone.
âAlright, if you insist. I work Tuesday to Saturday every week. So I have tomorrow off, since today is Saturday.â You smile at him, and he thinks itâs adorable how proud you seem to be stating simple facts. You seemed like a bit of an air head but Rafe didnât mind, he liked that, it would be easier to guide you.
âOkay, Iâm gonna call and make you an appointment for tomorrow.â He pulls into the driveway of your grandparents home and takes his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you. âPut your number in here and Iâll text you the details.â
Your smile is wide and he feels like he can practically see a sparkle in your eyes. He wants to give you the fucking world. You add your number to his phone, putting yourself in as âAngel Faceâ with a little bunny next to it. You give him his phone back and he smirks down at it, you were almost in too cute to bare.
âWell, thank you so much for the ride, and for tomorrow too! Youâve been so kind to me and you hardly even know me, I wish I could repay you somehow.â A little pout forms on your lips as you look up at him through those god damned lashes.
âIâm sure we can figure something out, Angel face. For now, be a good girl for me and get inside safely. Make sure you lock the door behind you. Iâll text you soon about your little spa day.â He smirks at you, resting his hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze. The cutest little squeak leaves your lips and he canât wait to hear what you sound like when you moan his name. âAlso, no more walking home, alright? Iâm usually done with my work shit by the time the club closes so Iâll pick you up from now on.â
You look like youâre about to protest, but itâs almost like you think better of it. Instead you give him one of those sweet smiles.
âSounds good, thank you again, Iâll make sure Iâm a real good girl for you. Get lots of rest for my big day tomorrow. Good night Rafey.â
âNight, Angel.â You pat his hand before grabbing your purse and exiting his car. He swears you bent over a little extra to give him a flash of your little black panties, but heâs not complaining. As long as heâs the only man youâre doing that for. Heâs totally and utterly addicted to you already, and he wonât stop until he owns you completely. Rafe quickly calls the salon owner's private number, knowing theyâre probably closed by now. He offers her however much it takes to get you in the next day before typing out a text to you.
Your appointment is at 12:30 tomorrow, I think baby pink stiletto nails would compliment you well. I'll pick you up at noon, donât be late. Sweet dreams, bunny.
Rafe eagerly pulls into the salon parking lot the next day. He picked you up at noon on the dot, you came bouncing down the driveway with a bright smile on your face. He must say seeing you out of your work clothes was a spiritual experience for him. You were wearing this little black mini skirt, and a little light pink tank top. You had on the most impractical shoes for a place like this, big, chunky, studded platform Mary Janeâs, with little white ruffle socks. The thing that really did him in though? The black o-ring choker around your neck. It was all so contradictory, the pink, the studs, the little socks. Heâs never seen a girl like you in all his years. He needs you so badly.
Last night felt like one of the longest nights of his life, he never thought he could miss someone he just met so much. But he was up nearly all night, his thoughts riddled with you. Your thighs, the way your tits looked in that little work polo, the way your ass would bounce when he fucked you from behind. Rafe has never jerked off so much in one night. Not even when he was younger. All he can think about is filling you up, spoiling you, maybe putting a few babies in you once heâs gotten his fill of alone time with you. He walks into the salon with a pep in his step, his eyes scanning the room for your beautiful face.
His features immediately harden when he spots you though. Youâre sitting pretty in one of the plush pedicure chairs your feet propped up while a man paints your dainty little toe nails. His nostrils flare, anger surging through him at the sight of another manâs hands on his angel. His expensive loafers thud against the ground as he stomps towards you.
âRafe, hi! Youâre early! But this is the last thing, so you shouldnât have to wait for long.â You give him that saccharine smile, completely oblivious to his internal meltdown.
âHi angel.â He smiles at you, but he doesnât quite reach his eyes. âYou about done with my girl here?â
He looks down at the man as he coats the polish on your toenails, wanting nothing more than to cut his fingers off one by one for even thinking heâs worthy of touching you. Let alone doing it. He doesnât give a shit if heâs paying.
âYeah, this is the last step then Iâll have her out of here.â The guy smiles at him before returning to his task.
âI didnât know dudes worked at places like this.â Rafe scoffs.
âRafe! Thatâs kind of a rude thing to say⊠Everyone here has been so helpful and kind! Iâve had a great day!â Your lips form into a pout, your brows furrowed. The last thing he wants to do is upset you, or scare you off. He needs you to trust him. Plus heâs not the same hot headed guy he used to be, heâs a man now. He can keep this to himself.
âYouâre right, baby, Iâm sorry. Thanks for treating her right, man.â Rafe forces the most polite smile he can muster in his direction.
âNo problem, just doing my job.â He taps his fingers against the polish, making sure itâs dry. âWhich Iâm all done with, youâre free to go maâam. You can pay up front.â
âThank you so much!! They look perfect!!â You wiggle your toes, your hands clapping together excitedly. Youâre so cute Rafe hardly remembers why he was mad, hardly. He still wants to singe that guyâs finger tips off. âYou like them?â
âYeah bunny, those are gorgeous.â Rafe smirks, pleased to see the baby pink polish on not just your fingers but your toes too. You even went with the shape he suggested. Youâre such a good girl already.
He walks you to the counter, using his black card to pay for everything. He even leaves a generous tip, despite how much heâs still simmering with jealousy over that man touching you. He wanted to make a good impression on you, he needs you to see how perfect he is for you.
âLemme see you, pretty girl.â Rafe offers you his hand so he can spin you around, a low whistle escaping his lips as you twirl. âGorgeous.â
âOh my god, thank you! I really had such a great day. I got a massage. Then they did highlights and a blow out on my hair. And of course I got these pretty nails!!â You giggle, holding your hands out to him to give him a closer look.
âVery pretty, bunny. The little bows are a nice touch. I knew that color would be perfect for you. You ready to go?â
âYup! All set.â
Rafe leads you out to his car, helping you in and buckling your seatbelt just like he has the last two times you've been in it. He drives towards your grandparents house with an almost uneasy feeling. He doesnât want to let you go yet. Or ever. He left you alone for a few hours and regardless if it was his job or not another man had his hands all over you. He didnât like it. You were too precious to be going around without him. You needed him just as much as he needed you.
When he pulls up to your house you thank him over and over again, telling him no one has ever done anything this nice for you before. How could they not have? You deserve a thousand times more than just this, and heâs going to give it to you. You lean over and leave a sticky lipgloss kiss on his cheek. His heart feels like itâs nearly going to burst out of his chest and he has to clench his fists to stop himself from reaching out and kissing you like his life depends on it. You make sure to bend over again when you get out of his car, and it just drives him even more crazy. He was going to make you his, by any means necessary.
Rafe carefully selected another item into the cart as he walked down the aisle at the store. The aisles were nearly empty since he picked the perfect time to arrive and buy things for his little girl. His shopping was usually done by someone who worked for him but how could he allow anyone to touch things that were yours? Only he could give you these things. His little angel wouldnât ever have to worry about anyone ever again.
In the cart were stuffed animals, blankets, decorations and even coloring books. He had already assembled the basics in the bedroom he specifically designed for you two days later after he had been driving you home. The room would be ready tonight.
His caretaker nature allowed him to easily pick up on things you liked. Soft, sweet and gentle natured you. His baby girl.
As he returned to his home with several bags, he didnât allow anyone to put things away. The room was a soft pink color. Completely removed of any objects that could cause you harm. Stuffed animals, a tv set, a computer that would be monitored, and a soft bed with fluffed pillows. Rafe stood straight and admired his work. Yes. This was perfect for a sweet girl like you. Everything about this plan would go perfectly. His little bimbo would fall for his trap and he didnât have a moment of doubt or guilt. Why would he? You needed him. And he wouldnât stand the thought of anyone else having you.
Like clockwork, Rafe heard the doorbell ring and he knew it was Barry. Here to accomplish his part of the task at hand. Rafe opened his front door after begrudgingly leaving your bedroom and Barry leaned against the frame.
âSup, country club.â He dangled a bag full of small pills. âGot the dough. You have my money?â
Rafe handed over the wad of cash and accepted the plastic bag. âThis better be the real fucking thing or Iâll kill you.â He warned and Barry smirked.
âYeah, yeah Iâm so scared of you big boy. Pretty fucked up though. What youâre planning to do with that chick. But itâs safe I guess. Not gonna hurt her.â
âThatâs all I need to know.â Rafe pressed the bag against his chest and Barry crossed his arms.
âAinât ever seen you like this, bro. When you gonna get her?â
âTonight. When sheâs on her way home. Pretty little bunny doesnât have a car. Sheâs making this easy for me.â Rafe chuckled.
âAight, I donât need to know anymore.â Barry held his hands up and walked away towards his bike. âCareful, Rafe. Sounds like youâve really fallen for her.â
Rafe nodded and a twinge of emotion made him feel warm. He swore to himself heâd never fall in love. And now look at him. Planning on taking this poor girl but he was doing her a favor. She was his and his alone. He would protect her. Even if it was against her will. Even if it meant forcing her.
Later, Rafe was in his car waiting to pick you up with your favorite drink. A milkshake. His trembling hands gripped the steering wheel as the minutes went by on his digital clock.
You will be coming out soon. All his. His precious baby. Rafe craned his neck and finally saw you walking towards his car. His body tensed and his cock twitched with adrenaline as you smiled when you saw him. Twirling your braids, you waved at him while approaching the car with a half slip.
âHi, Rafey! Youâre right on time!â You said as you happily slid into the car.
Rafe nodded. âOf course I am, baby. Iâm a man of my word. Here, I got you something, Angel.â He handed you the milkshake, his fingers twitching as you grinned and immediately wrapped your lips around the straw. You moaned at the taste and his mouth watered at your pretty sounds.
You fell for it.
Rafe inhaled slowly as he started driving, but not in the direction of your home. It didnât matter anyway, you were drinking too eagerly to really notice.
âItâs a pretty day, Rafe! Almost as pretty as you are!â You giggled and Rafe reached over, placing a hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze.
âThank you, bunny. Youâre such a sweet girl you know that? My sweet girl.â He muttered the last part and he noticed your movements were growing slower.
You blinked, your doe eyes becoming unfocused. The Valium was taking effect and he smirked with satisfaction. God, you were such a little bimbo slut.
âRafeyâŠI feel so tiredâŠâ you yawned and he traced his ringed fingers along your skin where your skirt had rode up.
âGo to sleep, baby. Youâll be all nice and safe when you wake up.â Rafe trembled as you slumped over, your mouth parting as you drifted to a deep sleep.
Thatâs it. Thatâs my fucking girl. So obedient.
Your body feels weighed down, you try to open your eyes but it feels like someone put bags of sand on top of them. The last thing you remember is falling asleep in Rafeâs car, but what youâre laying on right now is definitely not a car seat. It feels like the most plush mattress youâve ever laid on, even softer than the one in your grandparents guest room. Your head feels like itâs resting on a cloud, and the air smells nice. Like vanilla and strawberries.
After a few minutes of struggling you finally force your eyes to open slightly. Thereâs a soft warm light illuminating the room, and what looks like a sheer pink canopy on the ceiling above you. Your body still feels heavy but youâre able to move your hands now, spreading your fingers and running your palms across a silky soft blanket. You turn your head to the side and your eyes land on a pink wall with the prettiest vanity youâve ever seen pushed up against it. You weave your head the other way, trying to get a grip on your surroundings. Up against the opposite wall thereâs a rack filled with clothes and from what you can tell itâs all things youâd wear.
You try to push yourself up on your palms, now extremely aware of how dry your mouth is, how thirsty you are. But your body still feels too weak. You let out a little groan and lull your head back against the soft pillow.
âHey, hey, donât try to move, Angel. Iâve got you.â
âRafe?â Your voice comes out a cracked whisper, you canât see him, but thereâs no doubt in your mind that itâs him.
âYeah bunny, itâs me, daddyâs here.â The self proclaimed title sends a shiver down your spine.
âDaddy? Whatâs going on? Where am I?â Youâre about to try to push yourself up again when Rafe comes into view. Heâs towering over you, looking down at you with what only could be described as adoration.
âYouâre home.â His large hand reaches out to cup your jaw, the pad of his thumb running over the apple of your cheek.
âHome? This isnât my grandparents' house - I - Iâm so thirsty.â You nuzzle into his palm almost subconsciously. Youâve spent so many nights now dreaming about his touch, more than just the brief thigh touches or a hand on your shoulder. It felt so nice.
âShh shh, baby itâs okay. Donât overwhelm yourself. Here, Iâll help you sit up, I have some water here.â His snakes one arm underneath your head and the other behind your knees, hoisting you up against the headboard with ease. Now that youâre sitting up you have a better view of the room. Itâs beautiful. Something out of your wildest dreams.
âWhere - where are we?â You ask with wide eyes, your voice filled with borderline awe.
âI told you Angel, weâre home. This is for you. I did this all for you.â He takes the cap off the water bottle sitting on the nightstand and holds it up to your lips. You eagerly chug it down, the cool liquid calming the burn in your throat.
âFor me? Rafe? How did I get here? Did you change my clothes?â Now that youâre feeling more aware you realize youâre no longer wearing your work uniform. Instead youâre wearing a little silk nighty with white lace embellishments. Itâs soft and comfortable and honestly gorgeous.
âBunny⊠I need you to listen to me, alright?â He discards the water bottle so he can sit on the bed next to you, his hand returning to your face. You nod against his palm, looking up at him with big wide eyes. âUse your words.â
âIâm listening, Rafey.â
âCall me daddy when Iâm talking to you like this, alright baby?â
âOkay, daddy.â
âI - fuck - I did what I had to do alright? I did whatâs best for you. Youâre too fragile, too precious for this world. That first day I saw you working at the club, I knew I needed you. Knew you needed me.â You try to hold in your smirk, you really do. But you were already starting to crack as it was, and this? This isnât something you wouldâve expected.
âOh I know, daddy, I see the way you look at me⊠you didnât answer my question though. How did I get here, huh? Did you slip something in that milkshake? Knock me out? Strip me down and get a good look at my little body?â You look at him with a Cheshire smile, and a gleam in your eye heâs never seen.
âHey, I didnât fuckinâ do any weird shit if thatâs what youâre thinking, I want you fully aware of your surroundings the first time I have you. That is until I fuck you so good you forget everything but my nameâŠâ
âSo kidnapping and drugging me isnât considered weird? Got it.â You let out a breathy chuckle. âYou know, I knew you wanted me, but I didnât think youâd go this far. I have to say, daddy, itâs kind of hot.â
âThe fuck you mean you knew?â His brows furrow, his nostrils slightly flare and you can tell you hit a nerve. But you just couldnât keep up this clueless girl act anymore, not after he went to all these lengths just to get you. You needed him to know you wanted him just as bad.
âI mean, Iâm not blind. You look at me like you want to put me in a cage and never let me go. You drive me home everyday. You offered to buy me new nails the first day you met me. Also, donât think I didnât notice how jealous you got when you saw that guy doing my pedicure. And guess what? The funny part is, you didnât need the drugs to get me. I wouldâve just let you take me.â
âYou knew this entire time how badly I wanted you?â You nod and his hand reaches out to grip your jaw, rougher than before. âI told you to use your words, bunny.â
âYes, I knew.â You smirk at him and he adjusts his grip so heâs pinching your cheeks.
âAnd you still continued to tease me like a little slut? Bend over and flash me your little panties every time you got out of my car? Always pushing those tits up against my arm and batting your lashes at me? Was that all some kind of act? You trynna scam me?â His hand migrates from your face to your throat, his thick fingers tightening against your esophagus deliciously.
âDaddy, no. It wasnât an act at all. I want you so bad. Just wanted to see how far I could push you before you finally cracked. I have to say, you exceeded my expectations. I canât believe you did all of this just for me. Thatâs so sexy.â
âOh, so youâre just a little fuckinâ tease. That it?â
âI wasnât teasing, you couldâve had me any time. You just got in your head that you had to carry out this elaborate scheme to keep me, when Iâm already yours.â Rafe practically growls, he feels tricked, he feels frustrated that he risked hurting you with those drugs when you wanted him all along. But most of all? Heâs so fucking horny.
âWell, I want you right fuckinâ now.â He uses his grip on your throat to push you onto your back and eases his body over top of yours.
Your breathing intensifies as you give him a small smirk. Of course you knew he wanted you. You may be a bimbo but you had common fucking sense. His blue eyes burned whenever he looked at you with a hunger that was impossible to deny. The material of his shirt rubbed against your bare skin, your slip riding up from his movements that left you pinned on the mattress under his mercy. His palm pressed against your throat felt heavenly, his fingers locked around the sides of your neck held you down posessively.
âYou fucking slut. You liked it this the whole time. Liked playing with me. Iâm gonna make you regret it.â Rafe flipped you over, grabbing your hips and yanking you up on your hands, your ass up in the air. Your pussy clenches around nothing before Rafeâs hand slaps your ass, hard enough to make you jolt forward as his other hand flies to your hair, holding you in place with a makeshift ponytail.
âApologize to daddy. Say youâre sorry.â He growls and you want to be a brat and say no, but his fingers slide from your hair down, down, down to your entrance, sinking knuckle deep in your cunt. His two digits play inside you, curling in a come here motion and your slick welcomes him in further as his thumb brushes against your clit with a delicious pressure. âMmm, wanna give you love, bunny, but youâve been a bad girl.â He grunts and you whine with your face pressed against the bed.
âSorry, daddy! Iâm sorry I acted bad!â You shriek when he spanks you again, this time hard enough to leave a mark. He spanks you again, and again and again. Tears prick your eyes and you hear him shift as he releases you. You fall forward, crashing onto the blanket and you feel his hands take your ankles. He moves you around on your back, dragging you to the headboard.
âDumb little kitty. Bet youâre so wet from this. Letâs see,â He gives you a predatory smile and shoves off his black tie. He pins your wrists down, using your weakness to his advantage as he loops it around your hands. He ties you to the headboard and his knee spreads your legs, making you feel the air on your damp panties.
Rafe breathes through his mouth in a taunting huff, âlook at that. Youâre such a little whore for me. Wet from me hurting you? Drugging you? God damn youâre so pathetic. I love it.â
As you jerk, trying to move you realize youâre completely trapped by him. Rafe looms over you, cupping your jaw. âOpen your fucking mouth,â He hisses and you immediately obey. He spits inside, âswallow it. Youâre good at that, arenât you?â You shudder at his filthy words.
Rafe crawls down, sliding your panties down your legs. A groan escaping him at your sticky pussy on display for him as he spreads your knees.
âMmmm, so good. Youâre so worked up.â He situates himself on the bed, burying his mouth against you, his tongue lewdly licks at your clit like an ice cream cone. His heated lips suck at your center with loud moans as he grinds into the mattress.
Your hips buck, his nose continually brushing against the underside of your clit as he laps all around before thrusting his tongue inside your entrance, gathering every single ounce of precum he can get.
âFuck, daddy. Feels so good, I needed this.â You barely manage and he chuckles.
âDesperate, huh? Needed daddy to fuck this tight little pussy? My little girl is such a good bunny.â
Your stomach tightens, a tightening coil in your belly growing the more he licks you up relentlessly. He rips away, whipping your juices from his chin. His cock inside his trousers looks painfully hard.
âIâm going to make you fucking scream.â
Rafe pushes himself up on his knees, easily ridding himself of his button up and then moving onto his slacks. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, you knew heâd be big, but itâs even better than you imagined. All those nights trying to stifle the moans of his name so your parents didnât hear you.
âFuck daddy, your cock is so pretty.â Youâre practically drooling. âFuck my mouth.â
He finds himself questioning if youâre even real at this point. His little angel all tied up and laid out, practically begging him to use your pretty mouth. He straddles your face, the head of his heavy cock brushes against your lips and you flick your tongue out. You moan at the taste of the bead of precum that gathered at the tip.
âFuckinâ look at you, gonna let me use this little mouth?â He taps his cock against your outstretched tongue a few times before using his free hand to grip onto your hair, pulling your head back. âOpen wide, slut.â
You stick your tongue out as far as it can go and he glides his length across it. He thrusts slow a few times before shoving his cock down your throat, causing you to gag.
âYeah, thatâs right, fucking choke on it.â You close your lips around him, taking a deep breath through your nose as he begins to assault your throat with rough thrusts. His groans are almost animalistic as he uses you for his own pleasure. You moan around his cock, clenching your thighs together at the feeling of being at his mercy. âMmm bunny, this mouth is so fucking good. But I bet that little pussy is ever better. She was practically begging for me to fill her. Is that what you want?â
He uses his grip on your hair to pull you off his cock, leaning back so he can look down at you with a condescending pout.
âPlease daddy, want it so bad. Want your cock, want your cum. Fill me up.â His large hand grips your face, punching your cheeks together as he tilts your head from side to side.
âYouâre such a good little bunny, begging for daddyâs cock like my own personal little slut. Thatâs all youâre gonna be from now on. Mine to fill, to use, to fuck, to spoil. Youâre never going to have to think about a single thing ever again.â He expertly undoes the tie binding your wrists, gripping onto your hips and flipping you onto your stomach again.
âYes daddy, thatâs all I want, just want you. Wanna be your good girl. Want you to take care of me.â You whine into the sheets. âPlease fuck me daddy, please donât make me wait any-â
Youâre cut off abruptly when he pulls your ass up into the air, lining his cock up with your entrance. He fills you up in one rough thrust, your slick walls practically sucking him in. He doesnât give you time to adjust before heâs fucking into you at a brutal pace.
âOh fuck yeah, this fucking pussy is even better than I imagined. Youâre so fucking tight, never gonna stop fucking you baby. Gonna keep you full day and night.â
âDaddy daddy daddy, it feels so good. So good. Youâre so big.â You let him take you, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over. Youâre gripping the sheets so tight youâre scared your new nails are going to tear through them and drool is dripping down your chin and onto the fabric.
âYeah, fucking take it, slut. Take this fucking dick.â He leans forward, his thick forearm snaking around your throat. He uses his grip on you to pull you up so your back is flush against his chest. You didnât think anyone could ever be so deep inside of you, and the pressure on your throat makes your head light in the best way.
âOh my god, daddy, Iâm gonna cum.â His free hand finds your clit, and the minute heâs circling it your orgasm is crashing over you. You thrash in his hold, a pornographic moan ripping through you.
âFuck yes angel, fucking cum for your daddy. Pussy is fucking squeezing me. Gonna make me cum. Look at me.â His hand leaves your clit, roughly gripping onto your jaw so he can pull your head to the side. Itâs borderline painful the way your neck is craned so you can look up into his blue eyes. But when he smashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss you canât bring yourself to care.
Rafe continues to fuck into you, his tongue invading your mouth, intertwining with yours. He pushes his hips flush against your ass as he reaches his high, filling you with ropes of his cum.
âThatâs it, good fucking girl. You're so good for me.â He releases your throat, pulling out of you slowly, causing you to whine. He eases you onto your back, leaning over top of you to place a much more tender kiss than before on your lips. âLet me clean you up baby.â
He gets up, quickly wetting a washcloth in the ensuite bathroom. He rushes back to your side, running the warm cloth along your folds.
âMmm thank you, daddy. That feels nice.â You hum.
âYeah? Gotta take care of my angel, youâre my responsibility now. Iâm going to do everything and anything you need.â He lays down next to you, pulling you into his side so you can rest your head on his chest. âI am sorry about the way I went about this. But Iâd do it again in a heartbeat. The first day I saw you I knew I needed to have you. Knew you were meant for me.â
âI feel the same, daddy. All you had to do is ask. Although, I must admit, it was honestly pretty sexy this way. You might be observant but thereâs still a lot you have to learn about me.â You happily nuzzle into his chest. Youâve never felt so safe before. âI love my room by the way, itâs perfect. Does this mean I donât get to sleep with you though?â You pout.
âOf course you get to sleep with me, Angel. I just wanted you to have a space of your own here.â He runs his fingers through your hair, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. âThereâs going to be ground rules that I want you to follow, but we can go over those when youâre more clear headed. Wanna take a bath?â
âYeah Rafey, a bath sounds nice.â
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áŻœá° Í àŁâž° đ„ ÍàŁł Whoâs Little Sister?!
preview. Draken swears he doesnât only go for little sisters. But when you, Takemichiâs younger sister, walks into his shopâŠ.
ft. Ken âDrakenâ Ryuuguji x fem!reader
wc. 6.5k đ€Ąđ
W. NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI! bimbo reader, age gap (draken is late 20âs workin at the bike shop, youâre in early 20âs in collage) fem reader, corruption, dubcon (reader is intoxicated when they consent), virgin killer draken, oral (f!receiving), cream pie, a lil after care, praise and lots of it, drakens a scumbag but in a hot wayđ€Șđ€€ he comes around though, I promise đ€
an. Hiiii pookies <33 this is a repost from my old account, but Iâm reposting it here because Iâm bringing this series back to life. This fic as well as part 2 hold such a special place in my heart, and now that my inspo is back and Iâm ready to add to this little story, I hope you guys can join me on the ride hehe <33 I hope you enjoy! I love Kenny đ reblogs, comment, and constructive feedback are always welcome đ«¶
âDraken, you have a thing for little sisters.â
âI do not.â
The look on everyoneâs faces begs to differ.
First, it was Emma, and although the relationship didnât work out between the two, she was still Mikeyâs little sister.
âCanât believe I ever let you near my sister, sister fucker.â Mikey mumbles into the lip of his beer, making the rest of the boys laugh out loud.
âWaitâ whoâs sister is he going for now?â
Takemichiâs comment had them all silencing instantly, eyes going to him as if he just asked the stupidest question on earth. Draken tried to use Takemichiâs idiocy to his advantage, waving away the conversation with a hand.
âNo oneââ
âYours, obviously Takemichi.â Mitsuya blurted, much to Drakenâs distaste, who dropped his forehead against the table with a groan.
âWhat?!â
Draken believed it wasnât his fault, truly it couldnât be. After the fallout with Emma, he swore to himself that the girls he went for would strictly be disconnected from his found family. Things were going well for him, so many beautiful girls passed by his shop, he even went on a date with a handful of them.
But he seemed to forget all of them when you walked into his shop.
There you were, bright-eyed, little miniskirt, lips pulled into the cutest pout he had ever seen. He was taken back when you finally met his gaze, pretty eyes widening a bit as you gasped.
âAh! Found the right place! Youâre Draken-Kun, right?â
The honorific had his heart racing, making him internally swear at himself from getting so excited just from something so simple.
âUh yeah, thatâs me.â
âNii-chan said heâd be here, was supposed to meet him at âDraken-Kunâs shopâ buuuutââ there was that cute pout again. âI donât see him!â
He swallowed down a lump that seemed to block all his words. Why was his throat so dry? Why were you blinking up at him so perfectly?
âUhâ yeah, this is my shop but, whoâsâ whoâs your brother?â
âOh! Michi! Takemichi!â Your smile got even brighter when you said his name. Blinding almost.
Draken really hated the fact that it made his cock twitch.
âFuck.â He murmured, bringing a hand up to rub the furrow from his brows. You tilted your head in confusion, reaching out and giving one of his biceps a squeeze.
âWhat was that, Draken-Kun?â
You sounded so concerned, so sorry for someone you didnât even know. Draken quickly shook you off, before the simple touch of your soft palm made his cock harder than it already was. âNo, nothing, itâs nothing. Heâsâ heâs upstairs.â
âThank you~!â Sweet as sugar, you basically skipped towards the staircase, a hum in your voice when you called out to Takemichi.
And Draken watched until you disappeared. He watched the sway of your hips, watched your cute little heels clack up the stairs, and he certainly watched the way the swell of your ass became visible when you reached a certain step, along with an outline of lacy panties that were meant to stay hidden.
Fuuuuuuckâ
Draken left the boys earlier than usual, hands buried deep in his pockets and a scowl on his face. Takemichiâs angry face was stuck in his head, along with his bitching that only made the boys tease him harder.
âYou better not fuck my sister Draken! Sheâs too sweet for you bro!â
âWhateverââ Draken mumbled to himself, his breath leaving him in a puff of air due to the cold that surrounded him. He was heading back to his apartment, wanting to slip into bed and hope that the boys would get so hammered tonight theyâd forget everything discussed.
When his phone started to buzz he groaned again, ready to tell Mikey no he wasnât coming back and to fuck off. What he wasnât expecting to see was your contact name on his screen.
He really should have just let it go to voicemail, in fact, he should delete your number period. But, he picked it up on the very last ring, bringing the phone to his ear with hesitation.
âHello?â
âD-Draken!!â You were whiningâ voice a bit slurred and muffled. Was there music in the background? Draken couldnât really tell. He held his fingers to his other ear in an attempt to hear you better as you started to ramble.
âCanâtâ I canât hear you,â Draken said, trying his best to keep the annoyance from his tone as.. wait, were you crying?
âI-Iâm at a stupid party dra! A-and Michi wonât answer his phone b-but I wanna go home! T-Thereâs this boy here a-and he wonât leave me alone and I-Iâm too drunkââ
Draken felt himself tense up at the mention of some boy.
âSlow downâŠâ He sounded calmer now, his apartment coming into view. âSend me your address, Iâll come to get you.â
âP-Please Draken, donât wanna be here anymore, wanna go.â
It was the way you whined so desperately, so pretty. Draken knew this was bad, knew you didnât even try to call him first.
But you still called him. Still trusted him enough.
âIâll get you, sweetheart.â He was swearing at himself for the pet name that left his mouth without permission, but when you made the cutest little hum on the other end of the phone he quickly forgot his worries. âSend me the address right now while youâre on the phone. Do ya know how?â
He was already in the parking garage as your location pinged on his phone. He easily spotted his bike, hopping on as you continued to blubber into the phone.
âC-come now, promise youâll come now draââ
âIâm coming, promise. Stay where you are.â
He hung up and sped out of the garage before his right mind could catch up.
The address was some grungy trap house. The smell of cheap liquor and sex seemed to waft from the door as piles of drunk university kids spilled free. He waited until he saw you, finally, heels in hand and bare feet stepping into the damp grass to get to him.
He bit the inside of his cheek. You looked drunk, mascara already ran down your cheeks and little sniffles left you as you approached the bike. He tried to keep his eyes off the low cut of your tank top, but it was hard when you flung yourself at him, clinging to his waist with that pretty whine he loved hearing so much.
âD-Draaaaa~!â You carried the âAâ, pressing your damp cheeks into the leather of his jacket, along with pressing your chest into his side. He brought his hand to your back, eyes rolling as he went to pat it.
Only to feel that you werenât wearing a bra.
Keep it together, Ken.
âGet on, c'mon youâre gonna catch a cold.â He was quick to throw his jacket over you, slipping you in front of him cause honestly, he didnât trust you to hold on tight enough to him in your drunk state.
So he had you sitting in front of him. He instructed you to put your hands on the handle bras, sensing your hesitation as you continued to sniffle and whimper. He pressed his chest into your back, lips close to your ear.
âItâs alright, I wonât let anything happen to you. Put 'em down.â He felt the way you shivered, and he hated the way it made him smirk. When you finally planted your hands down he placed his much larger hands over yours. They completely engulfed your palms, and he hoped that the little whine you let out now was because of that.
He reeved off quickly, trying to slow himself down but unable to control himself as he sped off towards his place with you in tow.
He ended up carrying you up the stairs to his apartment. He had originally tried to work your heels back on, but you were very much against that, sending him your best pout along with a little ânuh-uh! Donât wanna!â And since he didnât want you stepping on anything nasty he settled for picking you up instead.
You were on his back, arms slung over his shoulder as you babbled nonsense in his ear. Something about how you drank too much tequila and âbut how can you say no to free shots?â Draken just shook his head, gripping one of your thighs a bit tighter as he worked his apartment door open.
âEasy.â He spoke as he placed you on the ground. You giggled when your legs wobbled, quick to grip onto Drakenâs arm yet again as you finally let your heels tumble to the ground.
âTakemichi would kill you if he knew you were this drunk,â Draken stated, trying to keep the amusement from his voice as you used the wall to help yourself towards the couch. You looked back at Draken and stuck your lip out in a pout, before sticking your tongue out.
âMichi isnât my daddy, I do what I want~!â
Draken almost choked on his spit. Did you really have to talk like thatâ say that in the cutest little voice? He was grateful when you started your trek to the couch again, so he could fix the bulge that started to form in his joggers.
âOh, yea? Well, you shouldnât, you can barely stand. And who was this guy feeding you shots?â Just the thought of some loser college boy trying to get you drunk, preying on you, made his brows twitch, knuckles tensing as he made his way to meet you on the couch.
âUgh, just some loser. Claims heâs in a gang dra, just like you and Michi used toâ but heâs no bad boy, no no heâs a creep~!â
âYea?â Draken just chuckled coldly, fetching you a water bottle from the fridge. âMust be a real classy group of delinquents if theyâre targeting girls like thatââ
His voice got caught again when he finally saw you on his couch.
You had worked his jacket off you, sprawled yourself out on the cushions without a care in the world. The little tube skirt you were wearing was hiked up dangerously high, leaving little to the imagination as you turned your face away from the cushions, looking up at Draken.
And you had the audacity to giggle, âYouâre couch sâcomfy dra~â
one of your legs threatened to topple right off the couch, but if that happened, well it would certainly make the wimpy material hike all the way up.
Draken caught your knee before it had the chance, only making you giggle more. His heart was pounding against his rib cage, blood pumping dangerously fast to his crotch as he shot you a disappointed look.
âBe careful.â He gritted out through clenched teeth, and when you looked at him, eyes wide and glossyâŠ
Draken had to have more willpower than this, didnât he?
âD-Donât be mean tâmeâ You were whining again, rolling over and pressing your face into the couch. Your leg slipped from his touch, and he thought maybe heâd be in the clear now.
But when you curled up, the skirt he put too much faith in hiked up, letting the swell of your ass free. Draken wanted to turn away, or at least throw a pillow at you, but he couldnât seem to rip his eyes away from your pretty, soft skin.
You were still mumbling, something about him bossing you around. But Draken finally shook himself from the dangerous trance he was in, clicking his tongue and grabbing at your shoulder.
âUp, cmon, youâre going to sleep.â
âDonât wanna.â You spoke, voice nothing bratty as you tried to slip from his grasp. Draken wasnât having any of it, not when he was only seconds from snapping.
âToo bad. Get up. You need water and sleep.â
âNooo~!â You looked back at him, perfect lips pouting and this cute sense of defiance in your gaze that still swam with unclarity.
Draken wasnât sure what it was that finally made him snap. Maybe it was the way you looked at him, maybe it was the brattiness that he knew he could work outta you, maybe it was how your ass now pressed into his thighs.
But whatever it was, it didn't matter. He was pressing his lips to yours, swallowing the little shocked gasp you pushed against his lips. He only pulled away when his lips began to pulse, a shaking breath puffing out against your trembling lower lip.
He kept his eyes glued to yours as his thumb swiped at the drool that lingered on your lip, another click leaving his tongue.
âMessyâŠâ he murmured, more to himself than to you as you batted your lashes up at him, leaned into his touch as if on instinct.
Draken shoulda stopped. This would be the perfect time to back off, let you sleep off the alcohol on his couch and call Takemichi in the morning. Hell, youâre so drunk you probably wouldnât even remember this little kiss.
But then you spoke.
âD-Dra.. y-your lips are reaaaal soft.â
âFuck.â He swore for real this time, ignoring any sense as he pressed his lips to yours once again. It was so cute how hesitant you were, fingers trembling softly as they ran through his black ponytail. He had no problem slipping his hands beneath you, easing you up and into his lap.
âFuck.â He mumbled it into your open mouth this time, feeling your warm little cunt pressing into his crotch. The panties you wore did little to conceal your sex, and it didnât help that you were squirming in his lap, hips twitching into him and nails digging along his shoulders.
He had to pull back again, his palms planted firmly on your hips to keep you still. âCanâtâ fuck. You canât squirm like that baby.â He hated how desperate he already sounded, voice going down an octave and raspier than usual.
You bit the tip of your nail, face heating up along with the rest of your body as you slowly raised your gaze to meet Drakenâs. âC-Canât help it, Iâve neverââ
Draken brows shot up, panic flooding his system. He did not want to hear you say youâd never kiss a guy before.
âNever sat in someoneâs lap like thisâŠâ The relief washed over him, making his shoulders slump again. There was this swelling feeling in his chest, one that he didnât exactly love, but he couldnât stop it from coming.
It was the same feeling he got when he took Emmaâs virginity.
âOh, yeaâŠ? What else havenât you done?â He was curious now, big hands rubbing reassuring circles into your hips. The skirt you were wearing before was useless now, bunched up at your hips and showing off the cute panties you wore. He tried not to stare as you tried to stutter out your words.
But Draken knew now, he was much weaker than he originally thought.
âI-Iâve kissed a guy! Obviously!! B-ButâŠâ There you were, pouting again. But the more Draken massaged at your hips, the more your whines started to sound like meek little mewls. âI-I justâ I havenât really done anything other than like.. touching I guess..â
He really hoped that you didnât feel his cock twitching right under you.
Draken hummed in acknowledgement, bringing his face close to yours as soon as you looked down into your lap. âJust touching, yea? Have you ever held a dick before, sweetheart?â
âN-no!â He shouldnât be teasing you like this, but he couldnât help himself. His question just made you squirm again, and he enjoyed the friction just a little longer than he should have before he was gripping your hips again, giving you a more stern glance.
âI said, no squirmingâŠâ The corner of his lip twitched as you whimpered at him, eyes getting glassy all over again.
âMâsorryâŠâ you spoke back through pouting lips, still having trouble meeting his gaze as your fiddled with the collar of his shirt.
Draken knew what he was doing was wrong, could hear the voices of his buddies taunting and teasing, claiming just how right they were about him. But being this close to you, seeing just how badly you wanted to hump against him, even if you were drunk.
How the hell was he supposed to let this opportunity go?
âWell⊠I donât wanna spook you, angel. If ya havenât done anything, Iâll just put you to bed, alrightââ
âN-no!â Hook, line, and sinker.
âNo?â Draken mused, his hands finally pulling you just a bit closer, his fingertips teasing over the flesh of your ass. You shook your head, clinging onto him a bit tighter.
âN-No Iâ I wantâŠâ your words trailed off, your own nerves getting the better of you.
Cute. It was so cute how words could get you flustered when you were already sitting in his lap, skirt pulled up and nothing but a little pair of panties keeping you away from him.
âCmon. Use your words baby, what do you want.â He spoke to you with that same level of authority, watching the way your eyes slowly made their back up to his own.
âI-I want you to.. to teach me.â
He was smirking now, smug as ever. But it didnât matter.
He had you right where he wanted you.
His lips were back on yours before you could continue to stutter, but this time he was lifting you up. He gripped your ass, urging your legs to cling to his waist as he carried you towards the bedroom.
Draken placed you onto the mattress with ease, working himself between your thighs that already opened up to welcome him. He was pleased to see that when he pulled away from the kiss this time you were panting, lips a little swollen and chest heaving as you looked up at him.
Already so curious, so desperate for whatever he was willing to offer you.
âIâll teach you, baby.â Draken was speaking into your skin, planting kisses along your cheeks, down the column of your neck. He felt your pulses with his lips, the steady beat only picking up in pace when he looked up at you through hooded eyes. âBut, you have to listen, youâll be a good girl for me, wonât you?â
He already knew your answer, but he wanted to hear you say it.
âY-Yes, Iâll be a good girl DraâŠâ you managed to whimper, voice slipping into a whine when his lips pushed over the flimsy strap of your tank top, dragging it down over your shoulder.
âKen.â He laughed when you gave him this confused look. So naive, so very dumb.
But so very willing.
âWant you to call me Ken, can ya do that baby?â
When you realized what he was asking you let out a little âohâ and a nod, which pleased him to no end. His hand dragged your other strap down, leaving just a few inches left of coverage over your chest. It was the perfect place for him to pause, look you over just once more.
âAsk one more time for me baby, nice and pretty now.â This was his way of getting you to beg, and boy did you play into his hand so easily.
âP-Please Ken, please teach me, pleaseââ
His will had broken long ago, the sweet sounds of your pleas, the tears that made your lashes clump. All of it had broken him down long before. His lips were back on your chest, one rough hand finally freeing your breasts from the confines of the little tank top you wore. He groaned as he squeezed each mound in his palms, the gasp you let put making his head feel light.
âSuch pretty titsâŠ.â He murmured, his eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of your pretty nipples, which quickly peddled up as he smoothed his thumb over the bud. He poked his tongue out, curiosity getting the best of him as he swiped the wet muscle over your left nipple.
âO-Oh!--â Cute. He wanted to hear that little squeak on repeat, wrapping his lips around your nipple while he continued to massage the other. Your fingers quickly clung to his black hair, running through the soft locks before pulling him flush to your skin.
âF-Feels good Ken! Mhm! So goodâ Iâ want!!â Your words tumbled off your tongue mindlessly, mewls and whimpers getting pushed out as Draken released you with a pop. He licked his lips at your swollen bud, admiring the little indents his teeth had made before your tug on his hair snapped him back to reality.
âWatch it.â He warned, squeezing your breast hard enough to make you whimper. âLemme take my time with you, Angel.â
âB-Butââ You didnât even know what you were pleading for, brain foggy as Drken moved on from your tits, large hands travelling to the hem of your skirt. The skirt was pulled from your legs with a few simple tugs, leaving you in nothing but a pair of dainty panties.
A pair that had a wet patch just waiting to be removed.
âYouâre so cuteâŠâ Draken breathed out, his hands smoothing over your tummy, big enough to almost engulf your waist. Each touch of his fingertips on your skin left a tingling sensation, skin ablaze as you whimpered at him again, hips bucking off the mattress as he cupped your cunt.
âPlease KenâŠâ You were gripping the sheets as he fiddled with the hem of your panties. Hooking his index finger under the material only to let it snap back against your sensitive skin. You could have cried from that, reaching for him.
Only for him to easily scoop up both wrists in one hand, pinning them back above your head. Although his eyes were nothing but stern, his lips were holding back a smirk, showing just how amused he was with how needy you became so quickly.
Although you didnât notice, how could you when your only thought was him, his hands, his everything?
âKeep your hands up here, understood?â When he got a little whine and a nod he hummed in approval, pressing a feather-light kiss to your nipple. âGunna teach ya how to feel good, but you canât get in my wayââ
âMâsorry, sorry Ken, wonât, pleaseââ He let you babble on about apologize, easing your thighs open a little further. Once your fingers curled into the sheets above your head again he let go of your wrists, all focus drawn back to the little wet spot.
He was shameless as he pressed his nose into it, your scent instantly making him groan, pulling you closer to his face by the hips. He went as far as to nuzzle your covered pussy, pressing a kiss to where your clit was hiding under the fabric. You were trembling under his actions, each one making you whimper and whine for more.
âSmells sweet as candy, bet ya taste like it too, donât ya?â There was a slur in his voice as his teeth took hold of the flimsy fabric, and rather than dragging it down your thigh he tore it off with one good tug.
You could have come right there, seeing the ruined pieces of your underwear dangling from his lips, the feral look in his eyes as he was finally met with the sight of your swollen pussy, covered in your own slick and making it glisten in the dim lighting.
He used two fingers to spread your lower lips apart, pupils only blowing out larger at the sight of your desperate little hole clenching at the air.
Beckoning him.
âFirst, youâre gonna come on my lips.â His voice was raspy, but it was enough to catch your attention, make you look at him with glossy eyes and a nod. âGunna use my fingers too since I gotta work this pretty pussy open.â
âKay ken, mhm⊠wanna feel you.â You muttered, the term pretty pussy making you flutter around nothing yet again. He just knew praise would make your brain turn off.
He licked one long stripe up your pussy, gathering the slick there. The action already had both of your groaning, a form hand on your hip keeping you pressed into the mattress as he let his tongue toy and flick at your pulsing clit.
âOh! Yesâ!â Every flick, every suck, every slurp of his tongue had you gasping, eyes squeezing out the pleasurable tears. It was like nothing youâd ever felt but you just needed more, needed to relieve that knot that was already so tight in your belly as Draken ate your pussy like it was his last meal.
You were just so sweet, just like he knew you would be, your arousal gushing onto his chin each time he kissed your clit. He knew you were wet enough by now, but he still spat a glob of saliva over your hole before slipping a finger into you.
Your mouth hung open in a little âoâ as he pumped his thick finger in and out, and he couldnât help but bite his lip at just how hard you squeezed his single finger.
Couldnât help but think how tight youâd be when he finally bullied his cock into you.
âYouâre so tight baby⊠gunna use another finger.â As much as he hated pulling his lips away from your pussy, he just had to see what your face looked like when he slid a second finger into you, and it did not disappoint.
You bit your already swollen lip, whimpering and attempting to buck away had it not been for the grasp on your hip. âSâtoo much, too much Kenâ!â
âItâs just my fingers princess, you can take itâŠâ He was trying too hard to hold back his smirk, cooing praise as his fingers stretched out your gummy walls, in search of that one spot he knew wouldâŠ
The tip of his index finally grazed the little lump, your eyes shooting open and your back arching from the sudden jolt of pleasure.
âThere it isâŠâ Draken hummed, massaging into the spot, making your body tremble. âThis is your sweet spot, angel, feels so good, doesn't it?â
You nod, words lost to you as drool dribbles freely from your open mouth. It made him grin, adrenaline pumping through him as your pussy milked his fingers just like it would milk his cock⊠just as soon as he had a taste.
âCâmon baby girl, come fâme, yea? Itâs gonna feel so good.â Drakenâs words are a promise as he locks his lips back onto your clit. Heâs suckling the precious bud, all the while his fingers massage your g-spot. He knows youâre overwhelmed, can tell by the way you jolt and cry.
But he needs to taste you.
You gasp as heat washes over you, the knot in your stomach snapping apart slowly. Itâs the subtle graze of Drakenâs teeth against your clit that sets you over, a cry of his name with a mix of slurâs spilling from your lips as you gush on his fingers.
Draken groans, you sounded so much better than he imagined coming undone. His fingers were pulled free quickly just so his lips could latch onto your cunt, lewdly slurping up your arousal even as your hips tried to desperately wiggle away.
âFuckkkkkâŠ.â Draken groans as he finally lifts his lips from your swollen lower lips, the sight of his eyes narrowed and his chin covered in your arousal making your face heat up, embarrassment making you bring your hands over your face.
He chuckles, hovering back over you to press wet kisses along your arms. âWhy are you hiding from me baby? Did so good fâme, felt good didnât it?â His free hand petting your pussy, smearing your arousal over your skin and only further making a mess of your inner thighs.
You look at him through your fingers, slowly pulling your hands away when you catch sight of his handsome smile. You nod at him, hips bucking into his palm despite the way your clit tingles. âMhm⊠felt good Ken, really good.â
âGood. Wanna feel better?â He asks, sitting up on his hunches. He grips the back of his shirt, easily pulling his shirt up and over his head, and the sight of his abs as you mewling for more. Your hands finally leave the sheets just to touch him, trembling fingertips smoothing over his abs with glossy eyes. He was so⊠so pretty? You had always thought so, but never acted on it, of courseâŠ
When his thumb smooths over your lip to collect the drool that leaks there you snap from your trance, his devious smirk making you whine. âYouâre so cute.â He murmured, the dumb little look in your gaze only making his cock twitch harder.
So cute and so dumb, Draken was truly the luckiest man on earth tonight.
His cock was painfully hard when he finally pulled himself free, leaking a generous amount of pre that he used to slick up his length. His smirk grew when he caught you staring again, eyes wide and biting down so hard on your lower lip.
He held a hand out for you, helping you sit up a bit. He took your hand and placed your much smaller one on his cock, and the sight alone made him groan low in his throat.
Your fingers just looked so small as they wrapped around his length, your thumb rubbing along one of his veins with so much curiosity. You squeezed him and he hissed, instantly making your hand go slack around him.
âNot so tight angel.â
âMâsorry KenâŠâ You licked your lips, figuring out how much pressure to apply as you worked your palm up and down his shaft. Each time you almost reached the top his thick mushroom head would flush an even brighter pink, his pre dribbling from his tip and onto your fingers. Draken watches with wide eyes as you brought your hand to your lips, licking away his arousal with a pretty little sound.
Fuck.
He took hold of your hips again, lifting them so he could slide one of his pillows under your lower back. This angle had your hips sticking up a bit, your legs perched over his calves as he sat between your thighs. âLay backâ He instructed, and you didnât pause with his instruction, laying back into his pillows while keeping your eyes glued to his cock.
âItâs gonna sting.â He warned, knowing that sting was probably an understatement as he laid his cock over your cunt, biting his lip to see that his tip almost reached your belly button.
âMâready.â and you were, you wanted to be, your curiosity was getting the better of you, feeling his length rub over your cunt to get more slicked up, each time his tip caught your clit made you more impatient, reaching for his free hand and squeezing it tightly.
Draken positioned himself at your opening, greedy little hole sucking in his tip with minimal effort. Itâs when the girth hit that you finally gasped, your rings of muscles attempting to make way for Drakenâs cock. He shushed you with gentle coos squeezing your hand back and pressing warm kisses along your tear-stained face.
âRelax for me, little loveâŠâ He murmured against your skin, two fingers rubbing away at your clit. Draken was so tense and he held himself back, every muscle in his body rippling as he bullied his cock into your warm gummy walls.
âI-Iââ You were stammering, chest shaking as you sucked in a breath. He had to be almost all the way in, right? When you saw only half of his cock had been pushed in you cried out a little, head shaking.
âSânot, not gonna fit~!â You sobbed, eyes watery as your legs trembled around him. He pressed a kiss to your lips this time, his finger never ceasing the slow circles on your bud to help break you open for him.
âItâll fit sweetheart, promise, and itâs gonna feel so good⊠need ya to relax, can ya do that.â He looked at you,, expectantly, and who were you to say no? Not that you wanted to, considering your pussy was still milking away at what fit. You nodded, giving his hand another squeeze as reassurance.
Draken sucked in a breath of his own, and with one good jerk of his hips, his cock bullied itself all the way in, knocking up against your cervix and making you cry out for him. His fingers pinched your clit, the squeeze of your walls making his eyes roll back.
âFuckâ Jesus Christ, thatâs it baby, my fucking god, you feel so good.â His own grunts drowned out your whines, which his delight soon turned to little moans as he kept working at your clit, your pussy holding him snuggly and almost refusing to let up.
It was the subtle bulge on your tummy, the outline of his cock sitting between your plush walls that really made him snap. He started thrusting, hips creating a steady pace that had his balls tapping up against your ass with each thrust. Your lips hung open in a silent cry, each pull and push of his hips making your walls squeeze even tighter. You were already too dumbed out to realize that Draken had placed the pillows beneath you because each time he was flush against you his cock head sat snuggly against your sweet spot, making your vision blur with each thrust.
âFuck, baby, fuck. Got such a tight cunt.â He growled out through clenched teeth, the ring of arousal that already formed at the base of his cock making his own mouth water. You squeezed him like a vice, somehow tightening up even more each time he praised you, each time his fingers flicked your clit. Draken usually held pride at the fact that he could last in bed, holding out for the sake of his lovers.
But you? He just had to fill you up quick, had to see the dumb little look in your eyes when he pumped you full of cum.
Hit thrusts started to shake your whole body, breasts bouncing each time his hips smacked into your ass. His lips captured yours in a sloppy kiss, his tongue easily overpowering yours as your teeth clashed and drool fell down your chin. Your nails found purchase on his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped moons that had him groaning into your mouth.
âMilkin my cock like a good little girl, such a good girl.â He noticed your eyes rolling back, your body trembles ceasing only for a few moments as your high washes over you unexpectedly. Your vision went white when you came this time, the cry of his name making him hiss.
It was almost painful, the grip your pussy had on his cock as you gushed around him. The mess was beautiful, soaking your inner thighs and his pelvis, making a squelching sound each time he continued to pump into you.
âFuckin came all over my cock?â he knew your answer but wanted to hear your sob out a pathetic little âyesâ as he braces his arms on either side of your head. He knew better than this, knew that fucking into you this roughly, this sloppily could scare you off.
But your pussy was asking for it, leaving his cock drenched as he continued to knock up against your cervix, ground his hips so his dick massaged your g-spot. It didnât take long for him to finish, his dick pulsing before spilling load after hot load into your walls.
You shivered at the feeling, body twitching and legs slowly loosening around him as his thrusts started to slow down. A bead of sweat fell from his brow and onto your face, making you whimper softly.
Draken was in a daze as he watched his cock slowly slip in and out of you. By the time he was all the way out, his length was covered in a shiny layer of arousal, milky and glistening. He sighed, a little flutter going off in his chest as your battered pussy clenched at nothing, pushing out a bead of his cum.
âK-Ken~â he knew he shouldnât have pushed it back in with a finger, knew that was irresponsible and greedy of him, but the action was done before he could really think it over, his lips smoothing over yours to sooth your cries.
âMâright here babygirl. Did so good for me, mâso proud of you.â He rolled to his side, letting you cling and tremble against him as you came back down to earth. He had no problem petting your sweat-slicked hair, shushing you with little kisses. âYouâre okay, such a good girl.â
If it meant youâd come back to him. And he was certain after this, youâd be crawling at his feet.
He didnât bother leaving you, you were clinging onto him too tightly. So instead he just scooped you up, brought you to the bathroom. He was so gentle when he placed you on the toilet, and even though you were fussing about going in front of him, he was adamant about it as he washed his face.
âI canât pee in front of you, Ken!â
âIâm not even paying attention, you need to try, itâs good for you, so you donât get any infections.â
âWhat do you mean, an infection?!â He chuckled, of course, you knew nothing about that.
Once he had you calm again, face and legs clean from a washcloth he helped you slip into one of his old sweaters and a pair of boxers. You were basically sleepwalking back to his bed, mumbling something incoherent as you cuddled into his pillow.
âThe bedâs all yoursâŠâ He spoke with a smirk, pressing a little kiss to your temple as he pulled the covers up to your shoulders. You were out in seconds, and Draken took your precious little snores as his cue to get up and stretch a bit, check his phone and grab water for you in case you woke up with a hangover.
It was 4 am, but what made his brows raise was the number of messages in the group chat. He clicked on it, ready for a good laugh. But instead, his stomach dropped.
Takemichi: Draken! Why is my sister at your place?!
Mitsuya: No fucking wayâŠ
Baji: Draken, you dog. đ¶
Chifuyu: How do you know sheâs there?
Takemichi: I have her location! I was supposed to pick her up at some party but it says she is at Drakens !!
Takemichi: Draken Iâll beat your assâ
Baji: Iâll do it for ya buddy. đȘđŒ
Mitsuya: ur done for dude
Mikey: dirty dirty kenchin ///:
Chifuyu: đđ
Kazutora: man strikes again đ«Ł
Pa-Chin: literally a sister fucker dawg
Mitsuya: ur never seeing my sisters again đ«Ą
Takemichi: theyâre not fucking! DRAKEN YOU BETTER NOT BE FUCKING HERâ
He was never gonna hear the end of it.
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can we get a wow!yn and winter oneshot? theyâre so intriguing to me I just wanna see how their relationship wasđ
I LIKE YOU â kim minjeong x reader
warnings: wow!yn, idol au, fluff, (you can also find more wow!yn things on my masterlist)
the sound of the pounding rain of outside hits the windows of the dorm it over takes the sound of the movie coming from the tv in front of the three girls who are sprawled on the couch.
âsheâs so stupid.â yizhuo says towards the girl on the tv, jimin and minjeong nodding in agreement, minjeong opens her mouth to add onto the younger girls comment but the sound of jiggling keys cuts her off.
the three girls turn their heads to see aeri at the door way taking her keys out of the lock, minjeong was about to shout that theyâre watching the movie that she recommended but it dies in her throat when she sees the tall figure behind her member and sheâs instantly nervous.
they watched as the two girls walked fully into the dorm, âI brought a gift guys!â aeri, âevery girls dream.â she says wrapping an arm around ynâs waist, presenting the taller girl like she was on sale.
she wasnât on sale actually, and minjeong so wanted to say it when she saw the way jiminâs gaze lingered on yn.
âhey yn,â yizhuo said towards the girl with a smile, who returns her smile, theyâve always had a nice friendship, definitely nowhere near close as yn and aeri but theyâve always been cool with each other, itâs probably because theyâre the same age.
yn and jimin just give each a nod of acknowledgment, like always.
minjeong feels her face heat up when yn turns her gaze towards her, she awkwardly waves at yn who just laughs at the older girl.
âI think you wore your last batch of clothes in my room the last time you were here.â aeri says to yn, she was about to offer to lend you some but yn cuts her off.
âI should have some clothes in minjeongs.â yn says nonchalantly, causing everyone to pause and look at minjeong who looks in her lap in embarrassment.
âoh?â aeri says looking at minjeong and then at yn and yizhuo lets out a laugh while jimin just looks at her phone.
âyup.â yn says before playfully kissing aeriâs cheek and walking towards minjeongs room.
a couple minutes go by and everyone stares at minjeong waiting for the girl to explain but all she does is cough awkwardly and gestures towards her room before getting up quickly and walking towards her room.
she hears aeri yell a âweâre talking about this later.â before she closes her room door.
she turns around to find yn laying on her bed in more comfortable clothes with her phone in her face, she lets out a sigh and walks over to the girl and plops right on top of her, earning a grunt from yn.
âyou didnât have to do all of that.â she says to yn pointing her finger at the girls face, causing yn to bite it earning a squeal from the aespa member.
âdo what?â yn aks putting her phone down and bringing one of her her hands to rest behind her head looking down at the girl laying on her, âI needed my clothes.â
âI knowâŠâ she mumbles, âbut now theyâre gonna interrogate me.â she whines earning a laugh from yn.
âand Iâll be there to witness it.â yn jokes, âcanât wait.â
minjeong rolls her before sitting up and adjusting herself to straddle yn, âare you sleeping over today?â
yn shakes her head no as minjeong plays with the star ring on her finger, ânot today, I gotta help hyunseo with her homework.â
minjeong lets out a playful aww earning a an embarrassed groan from yn, âyouâre such a big sister.â she says poking the girls cheeks.
âstop.â yn whines, moving her heated face away as minjeong laughs.
after the laughter dies down she grabs ynâs hand again and plays with the star ring, âyn?â
âhm?â
âI like you a lot.â
thereâs silence before yn grabs winterâs necklace and mutters a soft âI know.â before bringing the girl down to meet her lips.
#wow!yn#aespa x reader#aespa winter#winter aespa#winter x reader#kim minjeong x reader#girl group fluff#girl group imagines#aespa imagines#aespa fluff
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i get misty the moment youâre near
kindergarden teacher!sana x fem!reader (remastered) ; part one ; fluff
summary: itâs normal to get all bittersweet watching the girl youâve helped raise step into her first day of kindergarten, but is it normal to find her teacher so captivating at first sight? is it normal for her teacher to find you just as cute?
wc: 2.8k
warnings: none!
a/n: rewrite of the series that started it all :P, enjoy!!!
opening the door, you watch your little one unbuckle her seatbelt. the smile on her face is everything to you and more, shining even brighter than the sun even with that missing canine of hers.
she slips herself out of the car and onto the concrete of the parking lot, eager to get out there and into the world (it's a bittersweet moment, watching her grow up before your eyes, tumbling away from your grasp so soon at the ripe age of five). yet, her small gesture of grabbing your pointer and middle finger instead of holding your hand in the traditional way brings a smile to your face. it's a unique quirk of hers, a subtle reminder that sheâs still your little girl no matter what.
as you and your niece hana make your way into her elementary school, sheâs much better at navigating this foreign territory than you are, leading the way confidently and pulling you with every step. you follow closely behind, admiring her determination and poise, the smile on your face growing with each hall you pass.Â
as you approach her classroom, you notice parents bidding their goodbyes and waving to their children inside the cheery, chat-filled room. it's a heartwarming scene, filled with families sending their little ones off to the place thatâll start it all.
when you look down at hana, it seems as if her excitement had been erased in a matter of seconds. she stands there, peering into the classroom door nervously, looking hesitant to even enter.
you crease your brows, looking at her with concern. âis everything okay?â
ây/n,â she begins, almost frowning. âwhat if no one wants to be my friend?âÂ
her words catch you off guard, and a look of surprise crosses your face. she avoids your gaze, her eyes fixated on her beige velcro sneakers. you squat down to her eye level, sensing her discomfort.
your features soften. âhana⊠why would you think that?â
âi donât know⊠iâm just scared, i donât want to be the only one alone.â she says, her frown deepening.
âhana, sweetheart,â you start, holding both her hands in between your palms. âtrust me, at least one person will talk to you. even if it isnât today, someone amazing like you will make a friend, i mean, who wouldnât want to be your friend? i made a lot of friends when i was your age.â you pause, putting your hands on her shoulders as you make eye contact.Â
she looks at you with a slight pout, your heart cracks a bit.
âyou and i, weâre alike, your dad and grandma think so too.â you begin, hands moving over to fix the white shirt under her denim overalls. âand be glad that weâre alike.â a mischievous smirk tugs at your lips. âyour dad isnât as cool as me, as us â trust me. be glad you got some of your auntieâs genes, youâll be the coolest in the room since youâre like me.â
âyou sure?âÂ
âof course i am. one hundred percent, no questions asked.â you assure her, standing up. ânow, come on, letâs go inside, your dad said your teacher was nice!â you beam, smiling at the little girl. ânow , you lead me, to be honest iâm starting to get a little scared⊠i might get lostâ i mean, this isnât my classroom.â
hanaâs worried expression is replaced by a grin after hearing your last remark, and then she teases you with that cheeky, high-pitched voice of hers, âyouâre so silly y/n, youâre old and scared? i thought you said you were the coolest!âÂ
âhey! i am the coolest! and i'm not old! you should see your dad! so many wrinkles on his head when he snoresâŠâ
hana's laughter rings out, her newfound confidence sparked by the playful banter between the two of you. without hesitation, she seizes your hand and practically pulls you into the classroom, her excitement palpable as if she were alice venturing into wonderland.
(they grow up too fast)
as you step into the classroom, a pleasant aroma envelops you, carrying hints of vanilla intermingled with subtle undertones of peaches and pears. the scent isnât overpowering, you think itâs perfect and adds to the ambiance of the slightly chaotic yet meticulously arranged classroom. in an oddly comforting way, it reminds you of the cozy atmosphere of the cafĂ© where you work.
as you scan the classroom, you observe children engrossed in various activitiesâsome coloring at their desks, others darting around with more energy than you have after four shots of espresso, and a few kids posing for pictures taken by their parents.Â
hana excitedly tugs at your hand, leading you to the vibrant cubbies where students store their completed work and lunchboxes. with a proud grin, she points out the sticker adorning her cubby: a little shark sticker, hammerhead. the sight of the sticker brings a warm smile to your face, knowing how much hana and her dad adore these creatures.
"hana, sweetie, stand next to your cubby. i want to take a picture to show your dad," you suggest, gesturing towards the spot where you'd like her to pose. hana eagerly complies, flashing a wide smile that lights up her face and reveals her adorable gums. her infectious grin brings a smile to your own lips as you swiftly capture the moment with a quick snapshot. without hesitation, you send the picture to the group chat shared with your brother, mom, and dad before taking a little selfie with her yourself.
as you and hana make your way towards the area where the backpacks are hung, your gaze runs wanders around the room, taking in the environment. amidst the flurry of activity, your attention is drawn to a striking woman across the room, her warm smile immediately catching your attention.Â
you watch as she interacts with another parent, her friendly demeanor evident as she crouches down to the level of a young boy, pointing to â which you assume â his seat before returning to her full height. a moment later, her eyes meet yours, catching you off guard.
sheâs unreal, sheâs so unbelievably beautiful.
her flowing dark brown hair cascades gracefully around her, framing her face elegantly. you're struck by the perfection of her nose, itâs perfect. its gentle angle and graceful slope draws your admiration and it surprises you how much you appreciate such a seemingly small detail, but there's an undeniable allure to it, how could a nose be so perfect? was it weird to think that?Â
your gaze then drifts downward, drawn to her peach-colored lips, which appear soft and lush and inviting, and wow, impossibly alluring; in fact, they look really kissable andâ
you stop your thoughts there because this is a woman youâve just seen for the first time, you shouldnât be thinking this â you canât be (one part of your brain is telling you to stop, the other continues to daydream in the back of your mind).
her outfit is almost as cute and pretty as she is. the beige cardigan and loose white skirt she has on compliment her slender figure beautifully, emanating effortless grace. the delicate silver necklace sitting on her fair skin catches your eye a little more than small bracelet adorning her wrist and the tiny gold earrings that glint softly in the light.
hana feels your hand loosen up around hers, and then she looks up at you to see you staring across the room at the familiar woman she had met a week ago, ears tinted a shade of light pink. feeling hana's gentle tug on your sleeve, you snap out of your trance and return your attention to her with a soft smile.Â
âthatâs my teacher, sheâs really nice,â hana says, smiling, âlast time, she gave me an extra sticker! dad says she reminds him of you.â
âme?â
âhe says that sheâs⊠warm like you? no, something about you and her having the same warmth or something,â hana explains, trying to recollect her memory. âi donât know how people can be warm in the same way, i think dad is just saying things. that doesnât make any sense, same warmthâ oh! he also said the way she talks to me reminds him of you.â hana adds.Â
without warning, your niece walks you over to the woman and she smiles at your niece. you try to regain your composure during those few steps taken.
âthis is ms. minatozaki.â hana introduces her to you shyly, tugging at your hand.Â
"hello, hana. itâs lovely to see you again." the woman greets, gently patting her head. her voice is sweet like honey, soft like a breeze, and the way she speaks is welcoming, easing you immediately. it even makes your cheeks warm up a bit.
her smile nearly knocks you off balance, as if you were a sturdy tree getting hit by a sudden gust of wind. the genuine joy reflected in the curve of her lips as she greeted your niece made your knees go weak. meeting her gaze, you find yourself captivated by her eyesâthose big, beautiful, brown eyes. she's a few inches shorter, so her head tilts up ever so slightly, and you struggle to resist falling into another trance as you take in her alluring features up close.
you try to compose yourself as you put your hand out to greet the beautiful woman.
âhello ms, iâm y/n.â
with that voice, gosh, her wonderful voice, she responds, âitâs nice to meet you, y/n.âÂ
sana is stunned by the woman in front of her, taking a moment to take in your presence. your face is almost intimidating with its sharp features, but thereâs those subtle similarities â dimples, faint beauty mark in the corner of your eyes, and akin smile â that you have with hana. she's trying not to swoon over you in the moment, especially since you're in the middle of introducing yourselves, and it would be a bit (very) unprofessional to do that in front of the kidsâ mother.
her smaller hand fits perfectly in yours as she shakes it. the world seems to pause for a moment as you realize this beautiful woman is shaking your hand â yours. it feels like you're in a romance drama of some sort with everything seeming to slow down around you. she puts another hand on the outside of yours, welcoming you into her precious workplace with both hands.
hana looks between the two women, a small smile tugging at her lips. she senses the spark that forms from the small interaction, and observes how her aunt's usually stoic and confident facade disappears in that moment.
so much for having the âcoolâ genes, you seem like putty in hanaâs eyes.
you notice that your hands are still connected, her soft skin still touching, ms. minatozaki is still holding your hand.Â
in an attempt to hide your nerves, to conceal the fact that youâre still thinking of her smooth skin on yours â you pull away to run a hand through your hair.
(hana sees right through you.)
âwell,â you begin, shifting your gaze to your niece as you squat down to meet her eye level. a loose strand of hair that escaped her braided locks is gently tucked behind her ear with your slender finger. placing a thumb on her cheek, you rub it lightly. "i'll let you be off on your own now. go have fun and be good, okay? i'll be here in the afternoon."
the corners of sana's lips curl upwards as she witnesses the tender interaction between you and hana, her smile growing wider at the evident care and love in your voice.
âokay!â hana gives you a toothy grin. you laugh out softly and give her an almost identical grin back, squishing one of her cheeks in between two knuckles.Â
in your heart, a faint trace of worry lingers, subtly etching a furrow in your brow despite your smile. you genuinely hope for the best for your niece; she's your only niece, and your deepest desire is for her to simply be happy.Â
âif ms. minatozaki says you were being good today, we can go to the cafe and i can make you your favorite hot chocolate, how about that? ms. dahyun also said she made a special croissant for you~â
âplease! please! iâll be good, i promise.â hana almost shouts, practically jumping up and down.
laughing at her enthusiasm, you then respond, âalright, be good to ms. minatozaki lovely, iâll see you later.âÂ
the two of you exchange a nice, warm hug, your head burying in the small of her neck and staying there for a few seconds more. after you pull away, you push away her bangs and press one last kiss to her forehead, lingering for a little longer.Â
âyouâre growing up too fast for me, i donât know how iâll catch up.â you mutter under your breath, quiet enough for only you to hear.
you stand back up and watch the little girl run off on her own to an empty desk, so eager to get out there and pick up some coloring pages â sheâs already aching to get to work.
âsheâs very enthusiastic,â sana begins. you turn her head back to meet her gaze, humming in agreement. âsheâs a wonderful little girl from what iâve observed so far. sheâs seriously adorable!âÂ
âyeah, sheâs a curious little girl â very bright.â you agree, âi just hope she doesnât too much trouble. sheâs pretty shy with new people, but sheâs very energetic when she warms up and, well- you know how kids are.â
ms. minatozaki giggles and the little scrunch of her nose catches you off guard, prompting a spontaneous laugh to escape your own lips. your neck tingles and thereâs a flutter in your stomach, the moment overwhelms you, and you find yourself smiling and giggling along with her, your ears undoubtedly turning a shade of pink that you don't even bother to acknowledge in the moment.Â
thereâs really nothing else you can acknowledge other than the wonderful woman in front of you, all attention deserves to be on her, especially when sheâs so lovely to the eyes and her voice is like a gentle melody with each word uttered.
âiâll be going now ms-â
âitâs sana, you can call me sana.â she cuts you off, âi mean, youâre not my student.â she adds, giggling again.
"definitely not," you quip, savoring the opportunity to keep the banter light and the laughter flowing. the thought of stalling this moment, making her smile and witnessing the way her face lights up with each shared joke makes your heart warm. you want to joke and joke forever if it means hearing and seeing her like this.
sana watches you adjust your dark brown jacket, a little cue that you have to depart soon (much to her dismay).
a hue of pink dusts her cheeks as you flash that charming smile of yours, she probably wonât get over the sight or the feeling she gets when you do so â ever.Â
you seem entirely unaware of the effect you have on her, she mentally punches herself for feeling a flutter in her chest over â who she assumes is â her student's mother. the young teacher wonders how she'll manage to get through the year if she finds herself encountering you more often.
âwell,â you check your watch, â i have to get going now. please let me know if anything happens with hana.â
sana nods. âof course, iâll make sure hana has a great day.âÂ
as you and sana exchange sweet smiles once more, a familiar warmth spreads through the two of you as you say your last goodbyes.
before heading out the door, you wave to your niece again, both of you grinning sweetly at each other. you also sneak one last glance at your niece's beautiful teacher before you head out and navigate your way back to the car.
leaving the building, the sun seemed to shine a little brighter, and there was a new warmth in your chest knowing that hana is in the caring hands of such a beautiful, sweet, and charming teacher: ms. minatozaki.
as you get into the car, you lean back into the seat and sigh, closing your eyes like a stupid idiot in love (thatâs what you are, honestly).
you were definitely going to convince your brother to let you take hana to school more often, and even pick her up regularly too. it works pretty well with your schedule anyway, considering how flexible it is.
and little did you know, sana would secretly hope to see you more often as well. the image of you, your captivating smile, and the memory of your sweet tone of voice would linger in her mind throughout the entire school day.
#sana x reader#miinatozakiii#twice x reader#kpop x reader#twice imagines#sana twice#minatozaki sana#twice sana#minatozaki sana x reader
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Retirement Party
Chapter 5 - Wouldn't It Be Nice?
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Contains: No Y/N, Kidnapping, Forcible relocation, Dubcon, Plus-sized Reader/OC, female Reader/OC, John introduces Doll to some normal people, Everyone learns new things about each other, Manipulation, PTSD, Doll has a tragic backstory, Doll is kinda sorta Catholic? Who knew (me I knew)
~3.8k - MDNI - Dark fic! Please mind the content warning above but honestly this chapter is pretty mild all considered.
Ghost, Soap and Gaz come back a few hours later with the blue sports car (a bit scratched up, but tail-light repaired) and a pick up truck that looks a lot like the one John had before, but a generation older, and green instead of gray. John speaks to them briefly before he coaxes you into the truck and drives off, promising that the others will be gone before you get back.
He drives a few miles down the road, and pulls up in front of a little farmhouse. It looks idyllic, children and a dog playing in the yard. Two people on the porch wave, and John hops out and circles around right quick to open your door and help you down.
The couple trots up to greet you both. "Who's this?" The woman asks, looking at you and beaming. "You finally introducing us to a girlfriend?"
"Doesn't feel like the right word, does it, doll?" John winks at you, like your circumstances are all just a funny little blip, nothing nefarious or terrifying about it.
"No, it doesn't," you agree, keeping your face carefully neutral. "I'm Dalisay. Nice to meet you, um, Melissa, right?" You stick your hand out and shake hers. Thereâs no sense in being rude to them, just because they know John. Heâs probably smart enough to keep his old life, and his boys away from his new one as much as possible.
"The very same! We were a bit worried John was going to be an eternal bachelor. Nice to see he's found someone." She introduces her husband, Rob, and her kids, Hannah, Haley and Jackson, who are ten, seven and five, respectively.
"Do you want to see the puppies?" Haley asks, grabbing your hand. Jackson grabs the other one and they pull you along to the garage, not waiting for an answer. You very deliberately donât look over your shoulder at John, because youâre fairly sure that heâll be looking back at you with a sickeningly hopeful expression. His comments from last night still ring in your ears, and youâre not willing to indulge that foolish fantasy of his.
The puppies are in a play pen with high enough walls to contain them, but still allow their mother to hop in and out. She hops out to inspect you, sniffing your outstretched hands warily. Her tail starts to wag after a moment, and you give her a proper pat, smiling. The dog has soft ears and a silky, black and tan coat, but you're not sure what type of dog she is.
"What's her name?" you ask, kneeling down.
"Bonnie-bell," Hannah says. "And our other dog is Charaid."
"Proper Scottish names," you say. The kids all have a slight burr, and although Melissa sounds scouse, it's the first hint as to where you are.
"Da said we was gettin' too English, livin' in London," Haley says. "I like it better here anyway. Mum says maybe we can get some coos. "
"I grew up near Aberdeen," you say. "But I've lived in Manchester too long. Lost my accent."
"No' far off, then, aye? We're only about an hour and a bit south and west," Rob says, appearing at the open garage door to supervise. His stern face looks friendlier now that he knows you're not proper English. "Was worried John dragged some poor city girl out'f England to live out here."
You hum. "Well, I am something of a city girl now. Been in Manchester since I was seventeen."
"Weel, welcome home then," Rob says with a wink. "We'll get ye proper re-acclimated soon enough." He leans over and plucks a puppy out of the sleeping pile inside the pen, and hands it to you. The pup is at the age where its somewhere between looking like a potato and a proper dog, maybe six or seven weeks old. "Gordon setter, by the by," he says. "Good dogs."
"Cute too." You settle the puppy in your lap, petting its soft little head. Bonnie-bell licks your wrist and hops back into the pen to lay down next to the others.
"Ye want one? This girl's no' spoken for yet. John's been hemmin' and hawin' about it, but I figure he wouldna want ta leave ye home alone, neither."
"Oh, I'm not sure I'll be staying that long. I'm only here because there was an incident at my apartment and John wouldn't hear of me staying anywhere else." You're not certain why you're stretching the truth to fit around what he and his wife think is happening, but you have no idea what John would do if you did say something. Maybe he would laugh it off like you were making a joke, or maybe he would snap. You don't really think he would hurt these people, but there's a wide-eyed prey animal in the back of your mind that warns you to be cautious, to be careful.
"We'll talk about it," John says from behind you. You hadn't even noticed his approach, with the noise the kids had made when they dashed back outside. "I'm trying to convince her to stay."
"Ye've gotta buy her a ring, ye daft bastard," Rob says, laughing. "A good catholic girl isna goin' ta wait for you ta get yer head out'f yer arse."
"If you don't, I'll introduce her to some lads in town that will," Melissa threatens. "Pretty girl like her has better options than you, old man. Better make your move before she realizes it." She swats John on the arm playfully.
You laugh nervously, touching the little cross around your neck absently. The puppy in your lap seems to sense your discomfort, because she starts wiggling in your arms and trying to lick your chin, little tail wagging. John kneels down beside you so he can pet the puppy too, eyes creased with a smile. "Is that it, doll? You need me to buy you a ring?"
"John," you say warningly. "We don't need to talk about this right now."
"No, I suppose you've had a rough morning. I'll try again later."
"You're impossible."
"Think you might kind of like that about me," he says.
"Not remotely. I think you're an awful, stubborn man," you tell him. Your voice comes out softer and sweeter than you intend, like you don't really mean it, even though it's true. The smile around his eyes grows deeper.
"I am." He picks up the puppy and holds her up in front of his face. "What do you think, girl?" he asks. The little dog's tail wags furiously, and she answers with a high pitched yip. And then she endears herself to you by trying to bite Johnâs nose. He looks stunned for a moment, but he grins when you start laughing. âGuess weâre all in agreement then,â he says, setting her down in the pen and standing up.
You accept his hand up, and quickly put a little distance between the two of you, before he anchors you to his side with a solid arm, or tries to reel you in close for a kiss. Rob and Melissa invite you in for a cup of tea, and somehow you end up sitting at a dining room table thatâs obviously mostly used for crafts, and handed a piece of blank printer paper by Haley, and told by Jackson that you should draw dragons with them. The walls of the dining room are filled with tacked up juvenile masterpiecesâ Dragons seem to be a particular fixation of Jacksonâs, whereas Hannah and Haley have more varied portfolios.
John stands leaning in the door to the kitchen, talking to Rob and Melissa quietly enough that you canât quite pick up his words over the childrenâs chatter. You hate him a little for this, dangling Rob and Melissaâs idyllic little life in front of you. The implication is obvious. We could have this, his blue eyes seem to say when you look his way. Wouldnât that be nice?
Itâs frustrating, and confusing. You want to keep him at arms length for your own safety, but heâs already doing his best to roll right past your doubts and better judgment, like theyâre just silly barriers between now and the future heâs dreamed up for the two of you.
And worse, you do want it.
âDidnât know you were an artist,â he says on the drive back. Jackson had been so excited about the dragon that you drew for him that heâd shown his parents and John.
âThereâs a long list of things you donât know about me,â you say.
"For now. We'll get there, sweetheart."
You hum, looking out the window. Spending time with the Stuarts has you wistful and homesick for something you can't get back. Days like this, you'd usually pour yourself a glass of wine, look through your family photo albums and have a good cry before going to bed early. It's been a while since it's caught up with you like this, but you'd always been reliant on your routine, burying grief in structure and familiarity. "Do we need to?"
"I'd like to."
"I'm not going to be what you want me to be."
John drums his fingers against the steering wheel. "What is it that you think I want?"
"Some little housewife. Someone soft and sweet to come home to."
"You seem plenty soft and sweet to me."
You sigh, pulling your arms around yourself. "I'm not consistent. I don't know what Johnny told you I was like, but he only knows me from work. I'm not like that all the time."
"I don't expect you to be."
"You say that now, but you'll change your mind."
"I'm not stupid enough to change my mind based on a bad day or two, doll. You're allowed to be upset. I wouldn't blame you if you spend the next week slamming doors and snapping at me. I'm still going to like you." He puts a hand on your knee and squeezes gently. Men like him shouldn't be allowed to have such attractive hands, and you shouldn't be attracted to hands like his, scarred knuckles, a few fingers broken and healed crooked. You know he's killed people, know it would be so easy for him to kill you. It turns your stomach that you feel any kind of desire for him at all.
Men like him are no different than the ones that killed your parents. Dealing death is not a noble trade, there's nothing honourable about exporting violence.
You push his hand away, and keep your eyes trained on the window.
He sighs, but he doesn't press the issue, just clicks on the radio to fill the silence.
When you get back to his house he sets you up in a cozy room down the hall from the more open main space where the kitchen is, an office of some kind with a couple of arm chairs and a desk with a clunky looking laptop set on top. The room smells kind of smoky, but you're just glad to have a door you can close while he "moves some things around". He opens the laptop up so you can watch something, but you just curl up in one of the armchairs and fall asleep.
When you wake, the door is open, one of your blankets is draped over you, and there's a mug of tea sitting on the desk, alongside a couple biscuits. You uncurl, your muscles stiff and joints cracking from not moving for too long, and pick up the tea. It's cold, like it had been left a while ago, but you drink it anyway, and eat the biscuits. There's a note underneath, explaining that John had run out to the shops, and that he'd be back by 18:00. You shake your head, and check the time on the laptop. 18:00 exactly.
Military habits must die hard. You imagine heâs usually prompt too, so you wander out into the main room, and put the clean dishes in the rack away. You realize that the living room side has been rearranged, condensed to a slightly smaller footprint, with some open space left by the far corner behind the bigger couch. The smaller leather sofa has been replaced with the little red love-seat from your apartment, and your T.V. is sitting on itâs familiar perch on the refinished credenza that youâd painted twining vines and little red flowers up the side of. Youâd found it on by the curb on the Kinseyâs street a few years ago, and your friend Ripley had bused over and helped you carry it all the way back to your apartment.
Youâre not sure you like seeing more of your things merging into Johnâs house, like any of it belongs there when you still want to insist that youâll be leaving soon. You hate him for being presumptuous, but you canât help but think itâs sweet, too, that he makes space for you so readily, that heâll happily include your painted flowers and colourful blankets and bright red couch into space that was all his just twenty four hours ago. That he would leave you tea and biscuits for when you woke up, that he would tuck a blanket around you while you slept. Youâre not used to someone wanting to take care of you, and it feels strange.
Strange, but nice too.
You glance at the clock on the wall, realizing that itâs twenty past six, and John still isnât back. Itâs getting darker out there, the sun nearly setting, and as much as you try to tell yourself that youâre not worried, itâs hard to deny the stab of relief when you finally see the truck's lights pull up the wooded drive.
You slip on your trainers and step outside as he parks. He grins at you around a lit cigar as he hops out. âDid you miss me, doll?â he asks, insufferably smug.
âYour note said youâd be back at six,â you say lamely. âI just wasnât sure if youâre usually on time.â
âUsually am. Got caught talking to Wells, down on the corner. Seems someone drove right through his fence last night. Teenagers, like as not. Iâm goinâ to help him fix it tomorrow.â
âOh.â You grimace. He must know it was really you. âSorry about that.â
âNo harm. By the sounds of it, youâre quite the driver. Soap said you nearly ran him off the road. That what they teach these days?â
âDefensive driving is well and good, but offensive driving gets you the last good spot in the lot,â you say.
He laughs out loud at that, and leans over to pick up a big paper bag from the passenger side. âHere, can you take this in while I grab the groceries?â
You take the bag (which is slightly greasy and smells like curry), and shift it to one hip. âCan I take anything else?â
He nods and hands you a second paper bag, this one with two wine bottles inside. âWasnât sure if you liked red or white, so I got both.â
You settle the bags in your arms and turn to walk away. âBad time to tell you I like rosĂ© hm?â you tease, glancing over your shoulder.
âTerrible timing. But thatâs alright. One more thing, doll.â
You turn back toward him, and heâs right there. One big hand cups your jaw and then his lips are on yours, pressing a kiss that tastes like smoke against you. You stand frozen, holding onto your cargo for dear life, too surprised to do anything. Itâs just as well, because in that moment youâre not sure if youâd slap him or pull him closer.
He pulls away without trying to deepen the kiss, which is a relief. Youâre certain that youâd drop dinner and the wine.
âJohn, that wasnât fair.â Your feet are still frozen in place, and his hand is still on your cheek, his fingers threaded into your hair.
His eyes practically sparkle. Heâs entirely too pleased with himself. âNot fair because I kissed you, or not fair because I stopped before we got to the best part?â
Your cheeks flame hot, and you pray that he canât feel it. âYou canât justâ Youâre impossible.â It takes concentrated effort to take ordinary, measured steps to the door instead of running. The effect he has on you is apparently very obvious. He never would have tried it if he didnât know you were teetering on the edge of giving in already.
Boundaries need to be set-- Set and followed-- before you can really even contemplate letting this get any further. Unchecked, you have no doubt that John will have you underneath him in a matter of days. Once that happens you know he'll never let you go, and you'll never have peace of mind if you don't really get to know him first. You know he's not as good as he makes himself out to be, but you suspect he's a better man than your deepest fears might whisper to you. He's genuine about his wants, but that's not enough. You need to know him before you can trust him.
You set your packages down on the table and turn to open the door wide for John as he carries a tote full of groceries into the house. âThanks, doll.â
The paper bag rips when you open it to pull take-out containers out, setting them on the table neatly. "John, can we talk?" You ask, glancing at him as he stows things in the fridge.
"Course, doll. What's on your mind?"
Nerves threaten to choke you, so you take a steadying breath, in and out, trying to quiet the sea of dread that pitches back and forth in your stomach. âYou canât just take what you want from me. Not if youâre serious about wanting this to be something. Iâm afraid of you, John, and Iâm not going to fight you. If you push me, Iâll fold, and Iâll hate you for it.â
He pauses, holding a box halfway lifted to the cupboard. It takes a moment before he moves again, setting the box on the shelf slowly. The silence is palpable in the room, settling across both of you like a thick blanket of snow. You fold the ripped takeout bag flat, nervous, the crinkle of heavy paper hardly breaking through the rush of blood in your ears, the panic that grips you by the throat. Itâs as though the admission has given your body the chance to catch up with everything thatâs happened in the last two days.
Youâd been drugged and taken from your home, youâd been handed off to someone you didnât know, with no clear indication if youâre free to leave or not, youâve been picked up and manhandled and shot at.
Darkness flickers in the corners of your vision. All you can hear is the pounding of your own heart, the sick, dizzying drums of war, and high pitched ringing like a flat-lining hospital monitor, and screaming, and the rapid burst of machine gun fire. No. The screaming you hear is just in your head, the gunshots arenât real, they canât be. Itâs not happening, itâs over, itâs been over for a decade, youâre safe.
Except youâre not safe.
Hands land on your shoulders. You lash out, fists striking something solid, knocking the hands away. You have to get away, you have to hide until it goes quiet again. Arms wrap around you in a tight hug, stilling your thrashing limbs and bringing you down to the floor gently.
âDoll! Dalisay, sweetheart, youâre alright, come back.â The voice has authority. You know that voice. It rumbles, shaking loose memory. âCome on, love, breathe slow. Youâre okay.â You breathe in, warm spice and tobacco smoke, not burning petrol, not scorched flesh. Youâre kneeling on the floor, and John is holding you tight, thighs bracketing yours.
The fight melts out of your limbs.
Youâre not safe, but youâre not in danger either. John loosens his hold on you and cups your face, his worried face eclipsing all else. âDoll, whereâd you go?â he asks. âWhat happened?â
âPanic attack,â you lie, because thatâs easier to say than My parents were killed in a terrorist attack while we were visiting London ten years ago and sometimes I get so stressed out that I forget itâs not still happening. âIâm fine, Iâm sorry.â
âThat wasnât a panic attack, doll. Worked with Simon long enough to recognize PTSD. You were somewhere else.â
Itâs hard to imagine that Ghost is as fallible, as human as you are, but you suppose thereâs no shortage of opportunities for even the the biggest, toughest military men to to wade hip deep in trauma. The worst day of your life would be just another mission for them. The worst day of their lives would probably kill you outright.
"Yeah, I guess it was," you admit haltingly. "Everything just caught up with me. I won't let it happen again."
He shakes his head. "Did I set it off? I need to knowâ I donât want to hurt you, sweetheart.â
"No, it's not like that. Itâs just stress. It's been building since I got here."
"I guess that's what you meant in the truck, huh?"
You nod weakly. "I don't think I can explain it any better right now. But maybe tomorrow."
"Alright." John sighs, some of the tension in his shoulders releasing. " I don't want you to be afraid of me, doll."
"Then you're going to have to give me time, and space. I need to know what kind of man you are. And you should get to know who I am too.â Thereâs a wrinkle in his shirt, so you fixate on that rather than look right at him, smoothing it out with your fingers. âLetâs worry about becoming friends, for now. And then we can see if thereâs something more.â
He doesnât like that, you can tell by the way he pulls his hands back, reluctant to let go of you. But still, he nods, and smiles ruefully after a moment. âGuess Iâm not as patient as I think I am. Too eager to get to the good part.â
You laugh lightly, the sound shaky from frayed nerves. âJohn, if we can be kind to each other, and come to an understanding, then itâs all the good part. You canât build the things you want on foundations like this and hold it all together with sheer force of will.â
âYou sure about that?" he jokes, trying to lighten the mood. "Iâve heard Iâm pretty stubborn.â
Your eyes flick up to meet his. You still feel unsettled, your heart still pounding, your stomach still roiling with anxiety. The emotion in those blue eyes is something you can't identify, something fathomless that strikes you with a foreign kind of fear, the kind that's shot through with hope that you shouldn't feel.
âYou donât know me too well yet, John,â you say gently, âbut so am I.â
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#Cave Writing#Retirement Party#John stop trying to make her feel at home you're confusing poor Doll#We learn new things about Doll this chapter!#She's been through it poor girl#John Price x Reader#John Price x OC#x reader#cod mw fanfiction#OC: Doll#as soon as I post these things I get nervous about it lmao
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Thank you so much for sending this one in to me my darling! <3 I decided to be a little adventurous with this one, I hope you like it. Also, it turned out to be a longer than I meant to, it was supposed to just be a blurb/short drabble and it turned into a 3k oneshot. Whoopsie. I am not at the point where I can write smut with no plot, I have to have at least a teensy bit of plot lmao.
pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
warnings/tags: 18+ only, minors dni. explicit. post outbreak, set in Jackson. established relationship. jealous/possessive/slightly intoxicated Joel. reader is just a lil bit toxic too. rough sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, bit of spanking, praise and pet names. very lightly implied age gap (reader is referred to as kid by an older side character but sheâs in her mid to late 20s, Joel is canon age, mid 50âs; purely self indulgent with the age thing tbh) okay, I think I got it all.
word count: 3k
âAlright kid, Iâm heading out for the night,â Seth announced, flipping off all of the lights inside of The Tipsy Bison. He made sure to leave one last dim yellow light on for you so that you could finish cleaning up around the bar. He tossed you a set of keys to the building from where he stood near the front door. As he shrugged into his blue denim jacket, he asked you one last time, âAre you sure youâre going to be okay locking up the place all on your own at this hour?â
You couldnât help but laugh a little. You walked over towards him, twirling the set of keys between your fingers. âOh please. What could possibly happen to me in a secured, gated community where everybody knows everybody, Seth?â You questioned him, shaking your head slightly. âAnd besides, itâs not like weâve got a register full of cash just waiting to be robbed. Itâs the end of the world, so I think Iâll be just fine closing up shop.â
âWell, you got me there,â he sniffed. âI suppose I donât have anything to worry about.â He paused, lowering his voice as he added, âAnd much less when you have your very own guard dog sitting over there and keeping his watchful eye on you.â
You glanced over your shoulder at Joel. He was sitting at the opposite end of the long bar nursing what had to be his third or fourth glass of barrel aged bourbon; even after all the shit you two had been through together over the last several months while making the dangerous and violent trek across the country, Joel had never, not once, behaved like this with you. He had never been this ridiculously overprotective of you, not until youâd begun working as one of the evening bartenders at The Tipsy Bison. He wasnât all too fond of your new role in Jackson, and heâd made it abundantly clear by dropping in late at night to make sure the rowdier male patrons who would frequent the bar after evening patrol were behaving, keeping their hands to themselvesâand off of his girl.
You turned back to Seth, flashing him a sheepish, apologetic smile. âLook, I know he can be kind of rough around the edges sometimes. But heâs not all that bad, you know?â
âKind of rough around the edges? One look from Miller can send anyone running for their lives in the other fucking direction,â he remarked with an amused snort as he pushed the door open. âBe sure to turn off that last light before you leave, kid. Oh, and donât forget that Iâm going need you here tomorrow at three for the opening shift, alright?â
âGot it. See you tomorrow,â You said, giving him a little wave as he left. You pulled the door closed and locked it behind him, giving it a gentle tug to make sure it was secure. Shoving the set of keys into the back pocket of your light blue denim cut off shorts, you made your way back across the quiet, empty bar and over towards Joel. You let out a soft sigh, lightly draping an arm around his shoulders. âJoel, please. Itâs almost one oâ clock in the morning. I still have quite a bit to do around here before I can leave,â You stated. You reached up, affectionately running your fingers through his graying, dark brown curls. âYou have patrol duty in a few hours. Go home and get some sleep. Iâll be fine on my own.â
He scoffed. âAinât no way in fuckinâ hell Iâd let you walk home alone at this hour.â
You sighed again, withdrawing your hand from his hair as you stepped back.
Joel turned on the bar stool heâd been perched on for most of the night, his dark brown eyes taking the sight of you in; they glazed over your fitted, tight black tee shirt with a neckline that scooped way too low and exposed too much skin for his liking. His lips pressed together into a thin, tight line as his gaze wandered down further, noticing how the frayed hem of your cut offs fell a couple of inches above the middle of your thighs. âYou really gotta fuckinâ wear that outfit every night?âÂ
You glanced down at yourself, frowning. âWhatâs wrong with my outfit?â
âI just donât fuckinâ like it,â he muttered gruffly, his fingers holding onto his glass of whiskey in a near death grip. âYouâre showinâ off way too goddamn much. Every fucker you served tonight got more than a fuckinâ eyeful. I probably watched âbout a dozen idiots stare at your tits and openly flirt with you right in front of me, you know that?â
âThereâs a reason why this is the uniform I have to wear, Joel,â You teased with a giggle, hoping to ease the tension that was practically radiating off of the man.
âYou fuckinâ enjoyinâ this?â He asked bitterly as he glared at you. He drained the rest of his drink and slammed the empty glass down onto the counter with a little more force than what was necessary. His jealousy was seeping out of him, and youâd be a damned dirty liar if you said you didnât find it so incredibly hot.Â
âMm, just a little bit,â You replied with another tiny giggle. You leaned up against the bar and crossed your arms over your chest, your gaze meeting his; you noticed the way the seething anger flashed in his dark eyes. His raw, raging emotions were only exacerbated by the amount of bourbon heâd had to drink that night. âOh lighten up, Joel! Iâm only kidding and you know that. Listen, the outfit and the flirting, itâs just part of my job as a bartender. Itâs something that all the girls around here have to do. Iâm just eye candy for the lonely and horny patrolmen who have nothing better to do with their free time. Besides, Seth makes it very clear to all the fucking guys around here that they can look but they canât touchââ
âI donât give a fuck!â Joel snarled, suddenly rising to his feet. âI donât give a fuck if they donât touch you, alright? I donât want those bastards lookinâ at you, hell I donât even want any of them so much as fuckinâ breathinâ in your direction!â He drew closer towards you, his voice going so dangerously low it sent a little chill right up the length of your spine. âYouâre mine, you fuckinâ understand me? You are mine.âÂ
Your playful smile faded slightly.Â
His possessiveness should have bothered you. It should have angered you, even. You were a human being, not his piece of property. But as you drank in the sight of him, the way his hands curled into fists at his sides, the way his nostrils flared, and not to mention that all too familiar murderous look in his eye, you couldnât help the wanting heat that flooded your lower belly.
âThen take me,â You murmured, your voice soft.
Joel sobered up ever so slightly. âWhat?â
âI didnât stutter, Joel. I said, take me.â
Joel stared at you, mouth agape. âYouâve lost your damn mind. Weâre in a fuckinâ barââ
âA dimly lit, locked bar with no one else around,â You smirked, pulling your top down to expose the black lace bra you wore underneath. âYou say Iâm yours, so show me. Right here, right now.â
Joelâs cock twitched behind his zipper, his mouth going dry when he caught a glimpse of the way the soft, delicate lace hugged the delicious curve of your breasts. He opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him as he watched you bite down on your bottom lip and tilt your head up at him, batting your eyelashes innocentlyâyou knew how to play him just like a fucking fiddle.Â
âBaby, no. Not here.â
You pouted playfully. âDonât you want me?â
âNot like this,â he rasped, although the continued straining against the dark blue denim of his jeans stated otherwise. âIâm drunk, Iâm pissed offâI just donât trust myself with you right now.â
You smiled sweetly at him and stepped forward to shrink the gap of distance between your bodies.
You slid your hands underneath his brown jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. You placed a hand on his chest, right over his heartbeat as your eyes met his. âI trust you.â
He rigidly shook his head. âWhat if I hurt you?â
âI trust you,â You reassured him. âPlease, Joel. I just need you to fuck me, right here, right now. I need you to show me that Iâm all yours. Yours and onlyââ
Joel didnât even bother to let you finish.
He reached out for you and pulled your body flush against his, his mouth crashing violently against yours; his tongue darted through your parted lips, dominating your own in a way that made you melt into a submissive little puddle right in his large hands. He wasted no time, moving his lips down to your neck where he started nipping and biting at your delicate flesh with his teethâhard enough that your silky skin would be covered in discolored marks tomorrow. But any worries about him being too rough had gone out the window. He wanted to mark his territory. He wanted every motherfucker in Jackson to know you belonged to him.
âJoel,â You moaned out his name and clutched fistfuls of his dark green flannel shirt.
He said nothing, allowing his mouth to continue ravaging you as his hands started ridding you of your clothes; he broke contact for as second, just long enough to pull your shirt over your head. You aided him and reached around yourself to unhook your bra, carelessly tossing it somewhere behind the bar. Your shorts and matching lace underwear came off next, along with your tan brown cowboy boots.Â
Normally, Joel would take his time. Heâd kiss and worship his way across every inch of your entire body, but not tonightâno, tonight he was going to take you quickly, roughly. Between all the alcohol and his pent up frustrations, being gentle was the very last thing on his mind.
âCâmere.â Joel yanked you over towards a small, square wooden table just a few feet away from the bar, the same damn table where patrons would enjoy their after work duty drinks. He gripped the back of your neck and shoved you down, bending you right over the table; you let out a little gasp as your warm, naked body hit the cold, laminated wood. His rough, calloused hands glided their way down your smooth back and he took a single step backwards to admire the view. âOpen up for me, sweetheart. Let me see youâall of you.â
You glanced over your shoulder at him with lustful, hooded eyes. Biting your lower lip, you did as you were told and spread your legs, your entire body erupting in goosebumps as the chilly air coming from the vents of the building hit your throbbing center.Â
Joel groaned, noticing the way your inner thighs were slick, coated with your own arousal. âLook at you, my pretty girl. Already soakinâ wet for me and I havenât even touched you yet.â
Giggling, you turned away from him and pushed your feet apart even wider. You then opened your mouth to speak, but instead let out a loud yelp when you felt him deliver a swift but harsh strike to your ass with the palm of his hand.Â
Heâd never fucking done that before.
Joel began kneading at the spot heâd just struck you with his fingers so aggressively that you were certain youâd find bruises there in the morning.Â
The thought alone made you drip onto the floor.
âJoelââ You lifted yourself slightly off of the table.
âStay down,â he commanded, pushing you back down.
You nodded and pressed your cheek flat against the table, your wet, aching walls clenching in pure anticipation as you heard his belt buckle clinking followed by the sweet sound of his zipper coming undone. Seconds later, the tip of his rock hard length pressed against your drenched slit.
You spread your legs even wider, prompting Joel to chuckle.
âYou want me bad, donât you my little darlinâ?â he nearly taunted you. âHm? You want me inside that pretty little pussy?â
âGod yes I doâplease fuck me,â You pleaded him. âPlease, Joel. Please.â
He hummed. âSince youâre beinâ an awfully good girl and askinâ so politelyâŠâ
Joel didnât even finish his sentence. There was a momentary pause and before you could ask him what the hell he was waiting for, he slammed into you, sheathing himself in your tight heat.
No warning. No warmup.
No time for you to think about anything except for the feeling of his thick, hard cock filling you up and stretching you completely.
You gasped out as all the air left your lungs. âJoel!â
Gripping your shoulders, he slid himself out of you entirely before delivering another powerful blow, one that had you seeing fucking stars. He didnât give your body any time to adjust to him as he began to thrust, picking up a wild pace that you felt would split you in half if he didnât ease up.
Heâd fucked you plenty of times beforeâbut never like this.
Senseless.
You gripped the edges of the table, gasping for a breathâyou tried to cry out, but when you opened your mouth, all that came out were quick, pathetic little pants, desperate for air.
It hurt.
But the kind of hurt that felt so fucking good that you wanted more and more of it.
âYou look so goddamn pretty, takinâ my cock like that,â Joel grunted out. His hands had abandoned your shoulders in favor of your hips, his fingers bruising the soft flesh there. âWhat a fuckinâ good girl you are for me, baby. Such a good girlââ
Planting your shaky hands on the table top, you pushed yourself up.
Joelâs hands left your hips. He slid an arm around your shoulders, pulling your naked back against his broad, clothed chest where he held you firmly in place as he continued to fuck you into oblivion with his barbaric, almost animalistic thrusts.Â
âWho do you belong to?â he whispered into your ear, his other hand resting on your stomach. âTell me, darlinâ. Who do you belong to?â
âYou,â You somehow managed to choke out a reply between gasps. âI belong to you, Joel.â
âYeah? Youâre mine? All fuckinâ mine?â
You could only nod your head in response.
Joelâs arm around you tightened. âSay it,â he demanded. âI need you to say it.â
âIâm yours, all fucking yours!â
His hand moved from your stomach and dove between your thighs, two of his fingers finding your clit as swollen and sensitive as it had ever been. His digits circled the bundle of nerves, causing your legs to tremble as you felt the beginning of an orgasm coiling tight in your lower belly.
âOh fuck,â You breathed out in a moan. âJoel, Iâm gonnaââ
âCome for me baby,â he encouraged you huskily, his breath hot against your ear. âI want you to come all over my cock like the good girl you are.â
Finally, you managed to find your cries inside of you; they tore themselves from your throat where they had been lodged, echoing throughout the entire, empty bar as you came undone, your walls clenching tightly around him.
âFuck baby,â Joel released a deep, guttural groan and shoved you back over the table, pinning you down on it with both his hands as he spilled inside of you.
He leaned over you, his body hovering over yours as the two of you took a minute to catch your breath. He gave one final gentle thrust, groaning again when he felt the way you fluttered around him.Â
âAlready wantinâ more sweetheart?â Joel planted a gentle kiss on your shoulder before finally pulling out of you. He stepped back, pulling his jeans back up into place; he stopped for just a moment, noticing the way his cum dripped out of you and slowly trickled down the inside of your thighs. Resisting the primal urge to take you all over again, he zipped up his jeans and buckled his belt. He then realized you still hadnât moved and a frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. âBaby I didnât hurt you did Iââ
âShut up,â You told him, lazily waving a hand at him. âDonât ruin it.â
Joel couldnât help but chuckle as he shook his head. âYou really are somethinâ else, you know that?â
âMhm, but thatâs why you love me,â You reminded him, glancing over your shoulder at him with a tiny little smirk.
Joel leaned over, quickly feathering a trail of kisses down your spine before he started walking around the bar and picking up your clothes. He handed them to you along with his jacket and helped you clean yourself up with a clean rag from behind the bar. As you dressed, he disappeared behind the counter once more, returning just moments later with a glass of bourbon in one hand and another clean, damp cloth in the other. âSit,â he ordered, pointing to a bar stool and you obeyed. You sipped on the hard liquor watching as he started wiping down the table. Discarding the cloth into a garbage bin, he began putting all the chairs up on the tables for you. Looking around, he asked, âWhat else do you need me to do?â
Setting the glass down, you stood up and shook your head. âDonât worry about it. Iâll come in early tomorrow and finish up my tasks before the bar opens.â You smiled tiredly at him. âLetâs just go home, yeah?â
âYeah, you need to get some restââ Joel stopped, his dark eyes widening when he caught a glimpse of the marks that had already begun forming on your neck. âShit,â he muttered as he hurried over to you. He moved the lapels of his jacket out of the way and touched them delicately. âYouâre not gonna be able to hide these, baby.â
âItâs fine,â You grinned at him. âAt least now, everyone will know who I belong to.â
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lifeguard!james x reader 2
wc: 1587
cw: nowhere near as horny as the first one (my period ended), still mentions of sexual feelings, swearing
you went back to the pool the next day. was it for james? no. was it not for james? you weren't answering that. but there he was when you and the girls walked in just after lunchtime, sunglasses on to avoid the reflection from the water. you had to admit you were glad he was working, you'd forgotten your book at home and needed something fun to look at when you were tanning.
you were allowed to observe him shamelessly for a minute and a half whilst he was preoccupied explaining something to hilda, one of the old ladies who possibly spent every day of summer at the public pool (she was big on aqua aerobics). it was even better when he did see you all, though, his face breaking out into a boyish grin as he waved. the girls all waved back and you pulled your sunglasses down past your eyes with one hand, raising one eyebrow with a smile. he responded with a silly exaggeration of his heart beating against his chest with his hands, drawing an unwilling giggle out of you. he looked pleased with the reaction.
james left you all alone for a little, actually doing his job while you soaked up the sun, discussing your summer readings with lily. marlene and mary were filling out magazine quizzes next to you, occasionally asking for opinions. about a half hour later james approached you with an excited "ladies! it's good to see you back again!" mary laughed with a polite greeting in return, twisting in her beach chair to face him. you all followed, and you couldn't resist teasing him.
"hope you don't think it's because of you, baywatch." james shook his head sagely.
"i would never dare. i mean, clearly, this is the place to be." he gestured around the facility, obviously referring to the fact that you and your friends were the only people there aged between 15 and 30. lily laughed then, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair to look at him properly.
"is this your way of asking where people actually hang out?" james shrugged. "to be completely honest, most of our age group sleep through the day to do dumb shit at night, it's the best way to escape the heat," she explained.
"the few that are awake usually hang around the arcade," marlene added, "or the village -- that's the shopping centre. usually our group hang out there if it's horrid weather, there's a decent cinema and a music shop, passable food as well." james nodded, looking genuinely interested in what marlene had to say about it.
"maybe you'll all have to show me around it one time," he said cheekily, and you all made entertained noises at his forwardness.
"desperate for our company, are you?" you teased, but james just shrugged easily.
"i told you yesterday, i literally have zero friends here." there was something charming in his openness about being a complete loser, and you could tell the others felt similarly.
"don't be silly, james, we'll be your friends," lily said kindly, using the same tone she did when talking to the kids she tutored.
"yeah," marlene agreed, "you can't be any worse than the other tossers we're friends with." you all laughed at that, thinking of the boys who refused to accompany you to the pool.
"and they've not come with you?" james asked, catching onto the unsaid easier than he probably should as a relative stranger.
"they wouldn't be caught dead. sirius cares about his hair too much to even be around all these germs, and remus tries not to be in the sun if he can avoid it. poor peter refuses to be the only guy hanging out with us, I think we still scare him a little after all these years," mary joked, and james looked utterly delighted to be hearing about your lives.
he excused himself not long after to get back to the job he should've been doing the whole time, and you admired the way his arse looked in the swim shorts as he left.
"he seems nice," you muttered, and the others agreed. lily raised one perfect red eyebrow.
"are we talking about his personality or the body you can't stop staring at?" you gasped, not offended at her statement but more than willing to pretend.
"are you calling me a whore?" you asked with a hand over your chest.
"you said it," marlene quipped and you cried out in protest, lines of mock outrage spilling from your lips.
you got bored of bickering quickly, the heat taking most of the fight out of you. you sat in relative silence for a while until lily declared it time for more water, taking marlene to go buy you all bottles from the corner shop down the street. the ones at the tragic pool bar were never cold and she wanted ones from the fridge. that left you and a sleeping mary on either side of your line of chairs. you pushed yourself up to a sitting position, leaning over to grab the magazine lying on marlene's towel.
you flipped through it lazily, but couldn't stop your eyes from drifting up to where james sat in his lifeguard's chair, wiping sweat from his brow. there was something about him that interested you (aside from the god-like body). he had an easy openness that you scarcely found in guys your age; he wasn't afraid to be lame or honest and didn't seem to be interested in making himself sound any better than he was to a group of four hot girls -- if you did say so yourself. he was refreshing, and not just visually.
as if he could read your mind james started approaching, and you quickly busied yourself in an article you couldn't care less about.
"hi," he said, standing in front of your chair. you looked up, feigning slight surprise, as if you hadn't been listening to his flip-flops grow closer.
"couldn't stay away?" you asked, closing the magazine in a way you hoped didn't look eager.
"you caught me," he sighed, smile making its way onto his face.
"shouldn't you be working?"
"i'm taking my break. thought i'd come keep you company."
"how generous," you mused, "would've thought you'd gotten enough of a view of me during your shift from up on that seat of yours." james had the decency to look mildly embarrassed for a moment, but it passed quickly and he took it in stride, sitting on the edge of your deck chair, careful not to drip water on your belongings.
"i'm only appreciating the natural beauty of this town. besides, someone's gotta do it if your boyfriend won't bother coming here with you, wouldn't want such a nice bikini to go to waste." you felt hot at the compliment and you knew it wasn't just the sun. you tried to play it off.
"are you asking if i'm single?" james paused for a moment, possibly thinking through his options, then nodded, unashamed. "you don't even know my name."
"you won't tell me."
"touché." you let yourself smile a little, loving the way james' eyes crinkled when he returned it. "done anything to earn it yet?" you could see him genuinely thinking and wondered whether he'd make up a miraculous story about an epic save he made just before you arrived at the pool.
"no, guess not." he settled on, disarming you again. the near-constant earnestness in his way of speaking hadn't stopped catching you by surprise yet, and you wouldn't be shocked if it never did.
"and what, no girlfriend up north to scold you for staring at my tits?" you teased as james' eyes flew back up to yours, only relaxing when he saw you weren't upset.
"free as a bird," he confirmed quietly, "though I'm sure it's of no interest to you." the air felt electric between you, had he always been this close? you were face to face, only a few inches between you. you could feel butterflies erupting not just in your stomach.
"obviously," you answered, similarly quiet. the moment felt inappropriately intimate despite the people around you. you were equal parts glad and furious when lily and marlene returned, unsure of what you might have succumbed to right there on the deck chair if you hadn't been interrupted. james looked equally worked up, hazy look in his eyes making him appear already fucked out. he stood with a start, excusing himself to get back to work.
"see you around, baywatch," you said, strategically reapplying some lipgloss. you didn't miss his glance at your lips.
"hope so, dollface." you were glad james was leaving because the nickname made you falter, going straight to your ovaries. you'd done it to yourself yet were no more prepared, staring dumbly after him.
you tried to play it off quickly, picking the magazine up where you left off and flipping through noncommittally. you could feel your friends' eyes on you and pointedly ignored it, eyes trained down at some 'best-dressed' list you'd found.
"just your luck that you get first dibs on the hot new guy," mary complained, but you could tell she wasn't all that bothered.
"you are going to eat him alive," marlene laughed and lily nodded, the two of them already sharing condolences for james. you didn't say anything, but judging from the coil still wound tight in your lower belly, maybe it wasn't james they had to be worried about.
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pairing & wc : ellie williams x fem!reader. wc: 6.8k
description: a new girl sets her eyes on you, and ellie has no patience for it. you both pay the price for her attitude.. but oh if walls could fucking talk.
warnings: listen to if walls could talk by 5sos. harsh language, drinking, jealous!ellie. name calling, spit, oral!r receiving, fingering!e receiving. the nickname pup is used, dom/sub dynamics.
The air in Jackson was sweet tonight. You can taste the spring wind on the tip of your tongue as you laughâ the early may breeze filling your lungs with something crisp enough to freshen you. Something that settles on your skin with the same dewiness as the petals of flowers that bloom near the doors lining the main street.
Dirt from the gravel road kicks up into the settling sky as Jesse makes a move with his boot, pulling another chuckle from your lips. Your cheeks are as pink as the evening sky already, caused by the laughter that spills between your friend group. Four noisy twenty-somethings clambering toward the Tipsy Bison, spitting jokes between yourselves.
You find your focus setting on the pink and orange hues in the sky, looking much more painting-like than anything of reality. Your eyes follow each brush stroke with curiosity, the pre-game sips of liquor stolen from a houseâs cabinet sitting low in your belly.
Dina appears next to you and pushes her shoulder into yours, bare skin pressed against each other. It was finally warm enough to rid yourself of the scratchy long sleeves tucked in your closet, and you were taking full advantage. A low-cut and thin short sleeve tucked against your body, which gained you whistles when you showed Dina earlier. The slam forces your head to tilt down from its place in the clouds. âThere's a new group Maria let in,â your friend says, pulling your interest directly into her brown eyes. Those brown eyes shift to the girl walking beside you, who stares between the two of you with a smile. âYou hear about them El? All I know is some of them are around our age.â
Ellieâs shoulders shrug, green eyes flicking from you and then back to where Jesse was now knocking through the door of the Tipsy Bison as he owned it. âHeard Tommy says it's about 6 of them, two around our ages, the others older. Seems like they caught wind of us and fought to get here.â
Dina nods along as Ellie speaks, bumping into you slightly as all three press through the wooden doors of the establishment. Jesse has already made his way to the bar up front, waving all of you over with one short movement that points to the empty stools beside him.
âMaybe weâll make some new friends?â You suggest. You watch as Dina and Ellie both take seats on either side of Jesse, yourself sliding into the stool next to the auburn-haired girl.
The soft glow of fading lights above your heads paints everyone in a sweet orange tinge, flushed cheeks set on four faces from the quick walk across town. A soft song plays that you canât quite make out, just a hum against the decoration-covered walls as the group begins chattering again.
âNew friends?â Jesse asks, hand already wrapped around a drink he must have ordered the second he sat down.
âYou would know what we were talking about if you didnât run off in front of us,â Ellie muttered, nodding her head toward the familiar face behind the bar as he asked what she wanted.
âYou know how Jesse gets, El. No mind on that one,â Dina smiles, hand coming up to mess his hair from its place. âThere's a new group in town, some our age,â she explains to the man, who nods and makes an ooo noise.
âWe donât need more friends. Plus Jesseâs already frustrating enough to deal with,â Ellie cut into the conversation again, lips fighting back a grin.
âWhy are you so on my ass tonight, Williams?â Jesse asked, a hand reaching to his chest in faux hurt.
âYou just get that out of me,â Ellie shrugs.
âCâmon, you just don't wanna share your girlfriend with anyone else,â Dina motions to you, earning a very obvious eye roll from the girl beside you. âYou barely let us get time with her.â
âYea,â you nod, âEllieâs just obsessed with me, arenât you?â
âI am not,â Ellie mumbles into the glass that had just been pushed in front of her. Your eyes linger on her a little too long after her comment. They then fall back into their position staring at the bottles behind the bar, choosing between what you want. It doesnât last long, your usual drink coming to mind.
Jesse and Dina bicker to your side, over something as ridiculous as the color of the sky outside, as usual. You don't pay it much mind, your head falling to rest on Ellieâs shoulder, glancing up at her as she takes a sip of what you assume to be whiskey.
âOrder me a drink,â you hum, batting your pretty eyelashes at your girlfriend. She shifts a bit in her seat, looking down at you.
âCan I get a please?â She requests, eyes swiping away from your own as the words come from her lips. You make a face, eyebrows pinching together. âNo?â
Ellie treats you to another eye roll, pretty emerald flashes that make you lift your head away from her shoulder, knowing you won. Ellie motions the bartender over, muttering the drink order she knew by heart.
You grin, placing a few loud kisses on her cheek. The act scrunches up her nose and brings the bickering coupleâs attention back to you, embarrassing Ellie further. Jesse purses his lips together to make obnoxious smooching noises, rewarding him with a harsh shove from Ellie.
The drink is placed in front of you as Ellie and Jesse delve into another low-stakes argument, which you pay no mind to. You raise the glass for a sip, which is cut short by the door pushing open, gaining your interest.
Two young-looking people walk in, followed by Maria. She says something to the man and woman that you canât make out. The man seems roughed up, and your mind seems to tug a string between him and the earlier conversation with Dina and Ellie. The girl beside him looks a little less nervous and less fucked up. Her eyes search the bar curiously, feet bouncing.
Maria sends them off with a short pat on the back, likely after some spiel about interacting with the residents. Dina seems to be watching the same show, already having hopped out of her seat to skip to you, grabbing your arm.
âThatâs them,â Dina says, ignoring your partners who are still acting like children, now demanding the other canât drink as much.
You nod, taking another long sip from your glass before slipping from the barstool to follow her. There isnât even a whisper of apprehension on her features as she walks toward the two, but your feet drag slightly behind.
âHi! Youâre the new ones right?â She greets both, through her eyes fall on the bruised cheek of the man first. âShit, you already get fucked up?â
Beside her your throat clears, warning Dina to not push too far. She doesnât seem to get the hint, still reaching out to shake his hand. The man accepts, shrugging gently as his eyes shift around.
âRan into a group right before we made it here, one of your patrol groups found emâ and us. They shot both of us till we told them what we were here for.â
Dina nods, âWell, guess you got a warm Jackson welcome,â she grins like sheâs the funniest person in the world as she says it, quickly introducing both herself and you.
âWill,â the man says in response, grinning. You can see Will relaxing slightly at the seemingly easy welcome he was receiving in the closely-knit town. You didnât have the heart to tell him Dina was just like that, so you flash a smile back at him before your eyes follow the new voice. It was the girl, her eyes dead set on your face.
âPretty name,â she comments, her blonde hair flipping behind her shoulder as her head tilts lightly. You glance away, hoping it was directed instead to Dina. Though the gaze that doesnât break from your face seems to challenge that.
âIâm Jess,â the blonde adds quickly after, saving you from any embarrassment as Dina quickly jumps in.
âOh! My boyfriendâs name is Jesse, how funny. Come on you have to meet them,â Dina nods her head toward the bar, where you can feel two sets of eyes burning into the side of your face. It seems Jesse and Ellie noticed your disappearance, chins tilted up in confusion as they watched the conversation unfold. For a moment you meet Ellieâs eyes, hoping she hadnât heard Jessâs ballsy remark. But the way her jaw clicked told you she was already in a mood about the girl next to you either way.
Your shoes press into the wood floor, dreading the attitude you knew was about to come from your girlfriend regarding the two new bodies that followed you back to the seats. Ellie was always unsure of new faces and never bit back remarks that conjured up due to this. A tough face thrown on top of a slightly anxious body, Ellie believed the spitting words were just protection. It was a disastrous mix, one that often ended in arguments.
More familiar faces flood into the bar as the sun sets outside, the open space becoming slightly louder as people settle in. You hope it brings a sense of attitude suppressant to the auburn-haired girl you sit next to. A larger crowd usually shut her down. Some of this hope shrivels into a ball in your throat as Jess picks to sit on the other side of you. If you could tell the new girl she just sat on a fucking match you would have, but Ellie beats you to it.
Her arm stretches out behind you, the inked-on leaves now on display, sleeves bunched to her elbow. Her eyes meet Jessâs, but you know who the gaze is really directed at. Her arm purposefully presses into your back as she introduces herself, looking for a handshake. You can feel the fake confidence melting off of the skin that touches you.
âIâm Ellie, and she is my-â your girlfriend begins, nodding her head toward you.
In a move that stuns you both, Jess stares Ellie right back, cutting her words off. âIâm Jess. And she already introduced herself.â
It almost amuses you, the way Jess doesnât shy under Ellieâs obvious glare and doesnât bother picking up her hand to shake Ellieâs. Most people waltzing into a brand new haven wouldnât exactly be keen on having such an attitude with the residents, but Jess was. The smug look on her face pisses you off just as much, glancing at the mouthy newcomer with furrowed eyebrows. She doesnât pay any mind to it.
It takes a moment for those pretty green eyes next to you to look a little less eager to fight, leaning forward again and dropping her hand back to her side in defeat.
You let the small act go, eyeing Ellie once in a sign only you two understood. Her lips busy themself on the almost empty glass before her. âNice to meet you, Jess.â
You can see Dina biting her lip, fighting back that laugh you are sure bubbles in her throat at the all-too-loud interaction next to them. Jesse pretends he didnât see it, and you nearly thank the stars above when he speaks.
âHey, let me order you guys drinks,â He offers as Will settles next to his friend.
Both nod, eager to get something other than water in their throats. You find yourself tuning out the conversation that follows, finishing off your drink with a few more gulps. Ellie beside you also falls silent, though that is a little more expected following what just happened. You trail along the various pictures and signs on the walls as you welcome the warmth in your belly brought on by the drinks.
You resort to nods and hums in response for the next while, only paying full attention when Jesse brings up Ellieâs name. âMost of us do patrols, Iâm sure one of you will get put with Ellie or Dina on the first few, to show you the way.â
âAh, you guys been on a lot?â Will questions, leaning in more to see all the different faces
Ellie nods, trying her best to be less bitter to Will, who hadn't done anything to create the redness on her face. âYea, kinda all we do,â she answers with a slight shrug. A piece of her hair falls to her cheek and you bite back the urge to move forward and brush it away, twirling your finger around the strand like you would in private. Ellie was already embarrassed enough though, so your fingernails make patterns in the wood top of the bar instead.
Dina calls your name next, eyes falling onto you, âShe works with the farm though, all the animals and crops.â
âOh,â Jess budges in, tilting her head toward you. âMaria mentioned that being an option, do you like it?â
âYea,â you shrug, finger following the rim of your now empty cup. âItâs fine, boring sometimes.â
The slightest bit of attention you had given the blonde had an immediate effect on Ellie next to you, who sighs loud enough for only you to hear. The next moment you feel a hand on your back, fingers dancing over where the shirt you wear meets your pants. They grip around your side like a child looking for attention, squeezing gently to tug your stool impossibly closer. Quickly you swat the hand away, denying eye contact with the girl beside you.
Ellie doesnât take the defeat, placing the shooed-away hand on your thigh next, burning with what you can only assume is possessiveness. You can hear her gulp another drink down next to you in another plea for your attention. You let this hand stay, finding comfort in the small circles that Ellieâs thumb draws over your jeans, but refuse to meet her eyes. You can feel annoyance chipping away at your chest, its nasty claws digging over the softer wanted feeling that appeared from your girlfriendâs acts.
Jess seems to notice the show, glancing away for a moment to regain a sense of comfort as Ellie finally pulls away. Her elbows make their appearance on the bartop as she leans her chin into her palms. âHm.. canât be too boring with people you know around⊠Iâll have to tell Maria Iâm interested.â
Thereâs a slight tilt to her voice, one you canât decipher between friendliness and .. more. It sends your head spinning in confusion. She saw Ellieâs hand on you, heard Jesse clear his throat at the words, and still smiled gently at you. Dina interrupted quickly with some bullshit about stablesâ but it was already too late. The tension drips from the air and right into your empty cup, filling it with a stronger burn than alcohol.
The bluntest edge of Ellieâs nails digs into your pants, drawing a small noise from your mouth as your head snaps her way. Neither of you looks away for a long second, the game ending when her hand finally falls back to her lap.
Soon Ellieâs leaning in, trying you again as she becomes touchy. The usual unnerved energy that pulses in the girl when trying to give you affection in public is gone, lips pressing to your cheek and jaw in a showy way that brings Jessâs eyes on and off of you two. You can feel your cheeks redden at the act, biting back any urge to turn and slap her lips away. You hope ignoring it is enough of a sign, but Ellie only ends when she can see the flush on your face herself.
The next few minutes go too fast for you to make much sense of. Ellie has fallen completely silent, whether from anger or embarrassment, you arenât sure. Jesse and Dina have started a much more lightweight conversation about Will and Jessâs travels here, which Will happily chats about over his drink.
There's a loud hum to the bar, mixing voices from all angles of the small building swirling in an annoying sort of way that have you tapping the empty cup. âDo you want another drink? I can order you one when I ask for my own,â a voice asks.
Itâs not Ellieâs, instead, brown eyes meet your own. It was Jess, a small yet all too confident smile on her face as her fingers brush against yours that rest on the cup. Itâs soft enough to be passed as friendly, as were all her words on the outsideâ but it doesnât matter. You all knew.
Hell breaks loose the moment Ellieâs eyes see the touch. You can feel the flames licking your cheek as the much more familiar tone of Ellie filters into your ears. âAre you serious?â
âEllie-â you warn, ignoring the blondeâs words to find the flushed and freckled face of your girlfriend. Ellie is too far gone in her little ball of anger to listen.
âAre you stupid or really just that fucking ballsy?â
âExcuse me?â Jess blinks innocently, âWas just bein nice?â
The question sends the whole group silent, five sets of eyes falling on Ellie. A shocked sort of laugh bubbles from Jesseâs mouth, who is quickly elbowed by Dina. You take the comment as your cue to go, stumbling off your stool as you grip Ellieâs arm, forcing her off her own as she continues grumbling insults about Jessâs apparent flirting.
âShe doesnât even fucking like blondes by the way, she-â and then your hand is slapping over Ellieâs mouth before she can get loud enough for more patrons to hear, nails digging nastily into the fat of her cheek.
She pushes the handoff, grabbing your arm, âMine, you got it? Sheâs mine. I'm the one taking her home to--â Ellie starts again, cut off by a yelp as you slap her arm hard enough to cause the quick death of that sentence.
âI'm gonna take her home,â you explain with an apologetic grin as you step. Then your face dims a little as you look at Jess, shooting her one of your confused glares before twisting away. With your arms wrapping around Ellie, you pull her through the crowd. Dinaâs muffled voice saying something along the lines of, âDon't try it again,â is the last thing you hear.
Ellie continues to speak into your hand, mumbling nonsense of repeated, âmine,â âfucking fuck,â and other jealous blabbering as you step out into the now dark street.
âË. à ËââŠË.ËâŠâË à§ .Ëâ
The walk home was eerily quiet, both of you having untangled yourselves from the position you pushed out of the Tipsy Bison in to instead walk alone. You mull over your next choices for the night as lightning bugs play their part in distracting Ellie. You can still feel the anger radiating off of her as she harshly slams the door of her garage home open, flooding you both with the dim lights that hang from her walls.
âYou are so fucking lucky I didnât do something in public,â a voice seethes, walking the opposite body back against the now-shut door.
But itâs not Ellie leading the movements, nor saying the words. She is the one backing against the shut door as your mouth falls open to continue the rant.
âActing like that in front of everyone? Grabbing at me and talking like you own me?â You scoff, a familiar feeling inking into your skin as Ellie shys under you just slightly. The power trip was already building inside of you, making you feel ten feet taller as you stare at the girl under the golden lighting.
âThat .. that fucking girl was flirting with you!â Ellie argues, arms crossing over her chest in a way that made your eyes fall on the deliciously flexed muscles there.
âAnd so you treat me like a piece of meat to stake your claim over?â
Ellie blinks a few times, shaking her head to try and answer your biting remark, âThat isnât-â
You step even closer, breath fanning against Ellieâs nose and lips as you speak. You like how the small act has Ellie shivering beside you, pretty soft skin gaining a pink tint. âYou have no idea how badly I want to parade around what happens behind closed doors Ellie. Because god, do you like to act like youâre the one with any control.â
Ellie doesnât dare reply as you continue speaking, instead trying to look anywhere but your face. âPalming at my thigh.. kissing me like youâre some needy bitch, declaring mine in front of our whole friend group? And then implying you were gonna take me home and fuck me? All because some girl couldnât take a hint?â
Ellie, still against the doorâ shakes her head. You watch as her throat moves in a gulping motion. âShe was all over you, you canât be mad I got upset,â she says after a moment of building confidence, making a move you both knew would end badly by pushing through your body to pace around the small space. One of her hands comes to play with a finger on her opposite palm, comforting herself.
âIâm not mad at you for getting upset, Ellie. Iâm mad you act like you have any ownership over me. Iâm mad you had the nerve to say that shit knowing perfectly fucking well who does what when the door closes.â
Ellie wonât look at you, unsurprisingly so as she moves to a more bratty-sounding tone. âOh, Jesus Christ how awful someone may think you bottom, babe. Youâll survive. Maybe you should try it.â
For a moment you say nothing, toeing the incredibly thin line the two of you are walking on. You know Ellie well enough to see through the game sheâs beginning to play, searching for reassurance and attention with chipped remarks and arguments. You also know Ellieâs ego was sore from tonightâs events, creating an even brattier version of herself. The last comment is an open invitation to make her regret the words.. regret her touchy attitude tonight.
Of course, you take it. Of course, you bite on the bait Ellie had set before you with sharp teeth, licking your lips.
âAnd youâll survive not touching me tonight,â you shrug, kicking off your shoes as you walk to the bed you spend nearly every night in. You plant yourself directly on the edge, following the sound of Ellieâs shoes dragging. There's a slight sweat building on the nape of your neck as you recount the events from earlier, perfectly clear images of your needy girlfriend coming to the forefront of your mind as you continue your half-hearted anger.
âWhat?â Ellie mutters, finally meeting your eyes.
âYou did plenty of fucking touching with the show you put on tonight, think you met your limit,â you answer with a sigh, peeling the jeans from your legs in a slow movement, knowing it will catch the attention of green eyes. There is no ignoring the immediate hitch in her breath that follows. Ellie was easy to get worked up, no matter how much she would deny that if you ever told her so. You already knew tonight was going to be so much fun.
âCâmon thatâs not fair,â Ellie mumbles, emphasizing each word in an attempt to stump any building whines.
âI'm tired Ellie,â you answer with a small fake-sounding yawn. âI don't want to argue, come lay down,â you pat the spot next to you on the bed, innocently enough that Ellie actually trudges over and sits next to you.
âI didnât do anything you wouldnât have. Imagine a girl flirting with me, how would you react?â Ellie muttered, knowing full well she would not get an answer she liked.
âNot act like a jealous bitch in front of everyone, woulda just left,â you criticize softly, though there isnât too much bite, you both know you were just as jealous as her. âWouldâve taken you home..â you sigh, fingers finding the buttons of her shirt, âremind you who you belong to..â
Your hands move to her front, unbuttoning the flannel that she wears, pulling a shiver from her after your words. It's a simple act you two had fallen into the routine of ages ago. Undressing each other before bed, grabbing pajamas, pressing kisses to sore spots after a day of work, massaging muscles. A small sign of affection that was often done over comforting silence. Todayâs silence however was a little more charged.
Of course, you had already pulled your pants off in a sign to Ellie that you were not joking about the no-touching statement, not allowing her any whisper of her fingers against your own. The flannel pools down her arms, letting you toss it into the small hamper near the window. The outside air commands it warm enough to also tug Ellieâs undershirt off, and she hums in approval when your fingers linger on the bare skin over her ribs, leaving only the fitted sports bra left. Next is her jeans, purposefully pressing your hands a little harshly into her hips, hoping to catch a small hint of Ellie squirming from it. She does, of course. The motion presses a heat in between your thighs, one that had been growing since Ellie and you had gotten home.
âGo grab stuff to sleep in?â You ask, though Ellie knows it isnât a question. She stands, rummaging through the unorganized dresser near her bed to pull out a pair of sweatpants for herself and a larger shirt she wore often for you. Your shirt is quickly discarded, gaining the attention of Ellieâs wandering eyes as she holds the clothes close to her chest. The way she bites the inside of her cheek is enough of a sign that sheâs frustrated you did it yourself, but no words follow the action.
El tosses you the shirt, one that smells like her in all the right ways as you tug it over your head, watching it bunch up at your hips. The second part of the plan building in your mind dictated no sleep shorts would follow, but Ellie seemed to not have grabbed you any pants, likely for her own pleasure of looking at your bare thighs. You press back into the bed, head finding the cold pillow at the tip of it as Ellie pulls on her sweatpants. The sight of her fingers curling around the fabric alone is enough to tighten your lower stomach again, slightly regretting your no-touching decision. Soon she follows your lead, climbing under the blankets to your left, small breaths of air leaving her lips as she looks over at you. âCan I at least lay against you?â
You shake your head in answer, watching Ellie shift uncomfortably next to you. âBaby-â she tries again, finding your eyes in the soft light. Your lips pull into a straight line with another sign of no, leading to groans from your girlfriend as a flash of auburn hair pushed back into the pillow dramatically.
The room falls into quiet again, the only noise that of shuffling sheets and the crickets that lay in the growing grass outside. When Ellieâs breath calms into a more tired sounding pull, you glance up to the ceiling. You let your mind fall into the building plan laid out in the dark ceiling above you. Your eyes press closed, cloudy paintings of Ellie leaning against you, Ellie grabbing at your thigh in the bar, kissing you, her angry little breaths that built as Jess spoke moreâ they all flood into your mind. You could act mad all you want, and maybe you were a bit angry at how Ellie liked to put out this image of her holding the power, but really the jealousy had you feeling warm all over.
Your palm presses against your chest, the pads of your fingers denting into the cotton of the shirt you wore, dragging down in a way that had you squirm just slightly. You would much rather it was Ellieâs hand that found your panties next, looking up at you from her knees as she waited for the next command. But it wasnât, and you were much too stubborn.
Your fingers dipped under the elastic of the lace, shimmying them down slightly. Ellie stirred just a bit beside you but didnât seem to notice what was happening yet. âAre we really just gonna lay here in silence?â she asks. Too focused on the pad of your fingers running along the slightly wet slit, all you do is hum in response. The wetness that dashes your finger is used as a helper as you rub circles on your clit.
The almost silent response seems to finally draw Ellieâs eyes to you, though the only light of the strings near her wall leaves little to be seen. What Ellie does notice, dim lights or not, is your eyes squeezing close. She noticed the motion of your arm, following it down to where your fingers are moving between your thighs. It sends her sitting straight up, which you can feel in the dip of the old mattress.
âWhat are you doing?â Ellie begins, cut off but the shush that you respond with. âMakinâ myself feel good,â you grumbled, as if it was annoying you that she watched. In reality, it just made the tightness in your stomach further, a tightly knotted rope that tugged in all the right ways when you felt green eyes searching over your body.
Ellie doesnât answer for a few more moments, transfixed by the motion of your fingers, unable to put an end to the whine that finally sounds, reaching your ear right as you press a particularly hard swirl to your bud. âLet me,â Ellie croaks, moving to settle toward the end of the bed. From this angle you are sure she can see everything, even more so when you press your thighs open more, your glistening center on full display for your squirming girlfriend. The plan was working just as you assumed it would, her bratty mouth quieted by the sight.
âNo,â you deny her, a small gasp following the words as you look at her. The sight is enough to bring another pool of wetness to your slit, which your fingers dip down into, pushing one digit into yourself. Ellie whines even louder than you at the sight, âPlease, Iâll be good,â she tried again, a sweeter twinge to her voice that you knew was all an act. One you wouldnât buy into despite how you imagined it was her fingers as you added another.
Your mind struggles to find the right words, but Ellie waits patiently. âGood?â you criticized, âWere you good when you acted like a brat out tonight? Were you good when you argued with me?â
The words are as stern as you can make them, urging your gaze to stay on her instead of falling back against the pillow. âTold you no touching, thatâs the end of it,â you mumble. The wet noises of your fingers moving in and out of your center have Ellie salivating, licking her lips quickly as she eyes you. You can see the way her pupils dilate, you watch as her body goes a little less stiff. The earlier anger and insecurity that has been building against her freckled cheeks and sore muscles dissolving just like you wanted them to. You needed her to forget about the annoying girl earlier, and focus instead on you. on you two. You needed to carve away the brattiness in the only way you knew how making her beg for you.
You let a few moans pass your lips, hips bucking gently. You can feel the fire building in your core, knowing soon you will reach your peak.
âPlease, I'm- sorry, I'm sorry baby please let me touch you. need to touch you,â Ellie rattled on.
You let her continue for a moment, her babbles filling the now thick air of her garage, pounding against your mind as it slipped away. When you finally feel yourself reaching the wave of pleasure in your lower belly, you stop, effectively edging yourself away from an orgasm.
âYou wanna help me feel good?â You question, fighting the urge to squeeze your thighs closed to ease the ache as you stare at Ellie. She nods quickly, strands of hair following messily in the movementâs wake. âStill donât-â you breathe out, âStill can't touch me, but you can use your mouth. Hands to yourself baby,â you begin, but before you can even finish the sentence Ellie is laying between your thighs, hands balled together against the blanket, her hot mouth pressing into you before you can even process the action.
It draws a surprised noise from you, your head pressing back against the pillowcase, teeth digging into your bottom lip. Ellie listened, of course, she did, her hands staying put against the fabric of the sheets. Her mouth dug into your pussy like she was starving, nose bumping into your clit messily, licking up all of the slick that had drooled from you from your own fingers, now gushing out more and more regularly from her ministrations.
âFuck,â you moan, flushing as your lip quivers. âYou were fucking born for this Ellie, such a good mouth, so muchâ much better using it to do this than beinâ a brat,â you spit, fingers finding the short strands of her hair, pressing her face even closer into your folds as you searched for your release. Ellie whined against you, and you watched as her knuckles flexed, obviously fighting against grabbing at the flesh of your thighs.
âPut them.. put them behind your back,â you grit through your teeth, allowing no wavering to your words. Ellie knew what you meant immediately, green eyes looking up at you as she did as she was told, wrists grasping each other behind her back.
Itâs a little mean, the way she has to shimmy around with no arms. The way you can see her blunt nails fig unto her skin to keep it from trying to find your skin like her body was begging to have you. Your own body was gasping for something similar, over-sensitive from your previous work on your clit.
âSuch a good girl, Elsâ you breathe out, hips bucking into her face. âGonna come, youâre taking it so well, pup.â
The pet name seems to render her almost useless, freezing up against you as you grind down into her mouth. She comes back a moment later, tripling her efforts as her lips come to wrap around your clit, sucking harshly.
You let a loud, messy sounding moan out, not caring who may hear outside. Not caring if it gave away too much of how you felt. With a girl as pretty as Ellie between your thighs, who would care?
She doesnât allow herself more than a few panicked breaths, solely focused on making more noises empty your lips. She suckles against you particularly hard after you shift, and thatâs the feeling that sends you toppling over the edge. A choked noise rips past your mouth before you can stop it, slick spilling all over Ellie as she desperately tries to collect it all. Your still moving hips leave that difficult, getting her lips and cheeks glossy as well. Your nails don't leave her scalp, scratching gently in a repeated motion. It has her pulling back from your core, blinking slowly, dazed as she stares at you.
âYouâre being so good for me, baby,â you gush, riding out the leftover feelings from your orgasm. Your wall is breaking, craving your pretty girlfriendâs hands on you too much to keep up with the punishment for much longer. âCould never want anyone but you, yâknow that right?â You huff, hand grasping her hair in a sign for her to lift up. She does so easily, hands on either side of the bed as she hovers above you, her lips ghosting over your own.
âNo one could compare to my needy girl,â you coo, brushing your lips against hers. The words drive home a point you hadnât yet made clear. Jess had no chance, no one did. No one could ever be Ellie. Your Ellie.
Thereâs nothing else around you now. No light, no sounds. The world is silent and dark, Ellie being the only source of light in your eyesight, in your ears, and your mind. Nothing deviated away from her as her lip trembled. The look of her has you quickly flipping your positions, settling nicely straddling over her, and finally blessing her with your hands against her as you lean over her. Your fingers find her jaw, pressing her mouth open in a soft motion. She wastes no time parting her lips further, tongue lolling out for you like she knew what was coming. When a string of spit falls from your lips and onto her waiting tongue, she accepts it gladly. âso good,â you uttered, shivering as she swallows.
âWhat do you want, baby?â You ask next, deeming she has listened nice enough to be rewarded.
âLet me kiss you,â Ellie whispers, sniffling gently as she adds a soft, âplease.â You grant her wish, leaning to press a kiss to her waiting lips, the sound of approval she gives reverberating against your connected mouths.
âSuch a perfect girl,â you blabber, stomach swirling as you watch her slip into that delicious space you always brought her to, whiney and wordlessâ looking at you like you were the only person in the whole damn world. Your words die off with another kiss, hand finding her boxers, dipping into the fabric. It greets you with a large wet spot, the dripping core of your girlfriend the obvious culprit. Ellie whimpers against your lips, and you swallow it like it's the most delicious thing youâve ever been given, kissing her harshly, biting at the bottom lip.
When one finger sinks easily into her folds, you hum against her, lips dragging to her ear to mumble against it. âThis is what you wanted the whole time, hm?â You ask, another finger dipping into the mix as you feel her walls grip around you. Like it was made for you. âWanted me to get mad at you for acting like a needy whore.. wanted me to take you home and fuck you, let you know youâre the only one I want?â You accuse, nipping at her ear lobe as your digits curl, pulling another whine from your girlfriend.
The words are as true as they can be, and Ellie knows that. She acknowledges this with a nod of her head, and you donât push much further. âFit perfectly around my fingers, pup. Fuckin made for me,â your voice calls against her neck as you bite into the skin, a yelp from above you following it. She grinds into your fingers, and you allow it, following the rolls of her hips as you hit that spot that left her gasping.
âNo one could ever get me like this, even as bratty as you are,â you promise, twisting your hand in a way that has her thighs moving without much permission from her mind, thrusting up into you. âWant you to soak my fingers, baby,â you nip at the nape of her neck, hot breath wetting the skin as you pull back. The quickening pace of your fingers has her delirious, mouth dropping open to pant.
You swear it may be the prettiest sight, and you pull back to get a full view. Your hair falls from its place, sticking to your sticky forehead, eyes focused sharply on Ellie as her cheeks became a deep cherry red, freckles disappearing into the red flesh. You want to reach forward, want to feel her gasp against your lips as you continue to hit her sweet spot over and over, but the way she pushes out sweet little moans is a much more gorgeous sight.
âWhat would our friends think?â You ask lowly, pressing into her harshly. âIf they knew you were the whining whore under me hm?â Ellie cries out in response, shaking her head gently.
âThink itâd be funny. Them knowing that tough little Ellie is really just a bratty little bitch,â you croon, tone sickly sweet.
âBaby,â she cries, nose wrinkling as she pulls her eyes shut, âPlease let me come, âm so close.â
The air around you is sticky, collecting on the skin of your arms and back as your wrist burns, quickening your movements with twists and scissoring movements. Ellie becomes too loud for her own good, teeth sinking into her lip to quiet it at least a little before she wakes the animals or people outside of these walls. Part of you wants them to hear, wants them to find the little pathetic sounding noises that pour from Ellie. Want someone to know it you who gets Ellie like this. Gets her squirming against you, begging for, âmore,â and âharder.â
Who were you to deny such a handsome girl after all? With another thrust of your fingers, you feel her clench around you, her chest pausing as the feeling overwhelms her. The wetness spills over your fingers soon thereafter, leaving them even slicker as you continue. You were far from done with Ellie.
Ellie lifts her head, staring down at your fingers that disappear in and out of her clenching pussy, âplease, no more.â
âYou were actin needy all night,â you push, words partnered with another thrust into the wet center. The sound it makes is filthy, a devilish grin finding a place on your lips. âSo you can take as much as I want to give you.â
The may night covers around any sounds that spill from the small garage, walls acting as protectors for what really happens behind them.
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All I Dream Of - Benny x Reader
A/N: I love when a song influences my writing. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I think it did in this case haha.
Song inspo was I Think They Call This Love - Elliot James Reay
When all i dream of is your eyes
All i long for is your touch
And darlinâ, something tells me thatâs enough, mmm
You can say Iâm a fool
And I donât know very much
But I think they call this love
It was like all the girls around your age were tripping over themselves â your friends included â at just the sight of him. Leaning against his motorcycle, deep in conversation with a few of the other guys he was riding with. All wearing Vandals colours, which many people in town werenât fond of, others terrified of them. His blonde locks messy from the ride or running his hand through it. Matching stubble graced his lower face. And when he smiled and chuckled, it reached his eyes.
Your friends loosing it from that. Turning to each other, one gushing over his smile. The other wishing she could hear his chuckle with her ears. You on the other hand, sat at the end of the counter, closest to the large window. Your right elbow rested on the counter, head resting on that hand, while your left hand played with the straw to your milkshake. Momentarily you averted your gaze to the straw, moving to encase it with your lips and slowly drank, before looking back to Benny.
Just like your friends, you were enthralled with him. Only you didnât show it. But on the inside you were freaking out like them. Melting at the bad boy lighting a cigarette and smoking it as he listened to another Vandal talk.
âI would kill for Benny to look at me" Sandra sighed longingly.
Fran scoffed, âlike heâd go for youâ.
âOh? And youâre a better choice?â Questioned Sandra lightly shoving Fran, which she bumped into you.
âSorry (Y/N)â they both apologised, before going back to light heartedly bickering.
You never said anything to them. Just remaining how you were, staring out at the gorgeous Vandal. In your mind you silently prayed he would turn, and look at you. Smile at you. Setting your friends straight that they never stood a chance. Itâs all you wanted. To have some validation that you could be desired by the opposite sex.
Yet, Iâm not so lucky... you told yourself, moving to sit up straight. Hands resting in your lap while turning your gaze from the man of your dreams.
You werenât the kind of girl Benny goes for. Both Fran and Sandra were more his type. They were beautiful, fashionable, confident and sultry. While you were always described as a kid, who wears darling dresses and hair in a ponytail. A vixen was best suited for Benny. And you were far from that.
Yet, in your fantasies, you were what the Vandal wanted. How he would look at you with those stormy blue eyes of his, piercing your soul. His full lips, quirking in a smirk for you. How his rough hands would feel running down your arms, taking hold of your hands. You groaned at even your innocent thoughts. Even you made yourself sick with how sweet you were.
You might be sick of your thoughts of the man outside the diner, but you could say you were content to a degree on that being as close to Benny as you would get. At least in your head, the relationship with him was at your control. You could be whomever you wanted to be, or he could be who you thought him to be. It was safer this way. No messiness, no rejection, no broken heart.
It was a sobering thought. Never physically having Benny. But it was something youâd been living with. Leaning in your drank the rest of your milkshake, before getting out some money from your purse. When it was placed on the counter, you told Sandra and Fran you were off. They didnât seem to notice, just waving you off while they continued to observe Benny.
You shook your head before heading out the diner door, down the couple of stairs and to your push bike, which happened to be resting by the window youâd been sitting near. And across from where Benny and the other Vandals were. With a handle bar in hand, you began to walk the bike towards the street while placing your purse in the cute basket on the front of the bike. You heard the comments the Vandals made about you, saying how a sweet kid you were before laughing.
Your put your head down. Only feeling worse about yourself. Starting to believe how childish you really were to everyone. You try to look mature, and be it too. But with the face and eyes you have, youâll always be considered a kid.
âKnock it off" came a deep voice, silencing the guys who were laughing.
You quickly looked in the direction of the group of Vandals. Now standing up, casting a serious look to those who had been teasing you was Benny. He didnât look happy as he stared them all down. Your heart skipped a beat. Benny Cross had stuck up for you. You couldnât believe it. Surely you were mistaken, or just dreaming, right?
Then his stormy blue gaze was on you. Your hands gripped the handle bars tighter, heart starting to race. And then it happened. Benny Cross, Vandal member, speed enthusiast smiled at you. A soft, warm smile. A smile that set loose butterflies in your stomach, fluttering away like there was no tomorrow. Like a prayer was answered, you were seen by Benny.
And when it finally sunk in, did fear creep up and take hold. Turning from him, you got on your bike before riding off home. Benny wasnât for you, not out in the real world at least. The Benny in your fantasies was more your pace. And that was how it was meant to be.
Well, thatâs what you told yourself. For Benny, well thatâs a different story...
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Darkened Desires
Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche Ă Barista!Reader
Word count: 1,088
Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.
Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.
Your mental health matters.
PROLOGUE
âIt shouldnât have come to this.â This wouldnât have happened, if she could just listen to me! I would not have done that, she was suppose to be mine, mine alone. How dare he laid his hands on her. I shouldâve just chained her, isolate her, keep her all by myself. If only she kept her curiosity to herself.
Very well then, curiosity does kill the cat. Iâll be having my own fun to chase and to hunt her down, until she admits that every part of her is mine.
CHAPTER 1:
THE SUN
Nothing makes my morning much more delightful than working in a CafĂ© that me and my friend own, a smile spread across my face as I greet a customer with delight, âHello, welcome to Tulipa Purissima. What can I get you today?â I saw a smile from the little girls face as she waved at me and pointed right to the menu of our cafĂ©.
âMommy, mommy!â the girl yelled with a high pitched but adoring voice, âI want a strawberry cake!â the girl added, on the other handâthe mother, was busy speaking to her phone while holding the little girls hand. This very much reminded me of how me and my mother were. I let out a soft laugh as the girl was too eager to have her strawberry cake, pulling her mothers sleeve and arm, whining and pushing her. The older woman didnât flinched nor yelled at the girl, she just pat her head and hold the call, pinching her daughters cheek.
This is so adorable to watch.
After a few exchanged mutters from the mother and daughter, they placed their order and find their seats. Those two really did remind me of my mother and me, how sheâll always take the call either a call from relatives or from her workplace, then weâll go to a cafĂ© and I sulk at her from taking too long.
I laughed and passed the order from my friend, who will make and serve the orders. This is how me and my friend, Estrella do and pick our parts, we also switch roles from time to time.
As I serve customers, call out their name to pick up their order, something caught my attentionâsomeone. Group of men dresses in fancy black tuxedo inside the cafĂ©, they havenât get anything yet. I assume they were only bystanders, I sigh and look for my friend to make sure, âEstrella?â I called, she hums in response and finishing the last order and gave the receipt to the customer.
âThose men..â I point towards the right side of the back of the cafĂ©, trying my best not to seem rude to point to customers and not wanting to be find out that Iâm talking about them, âthey havenât ordered anything yet, right?â I asked, worry hinted in my voice. Since I feel a bit of intimidation towards of group of men, worse part is that they even dressed up in black expensive tuxedoâs.
My friend took a quick glance and stared at me in the eye, shaking her head and wiping her hands with tissues, âNo,â she hums, âI havenât seen a single one of them come to front and claim their order.â She added, Estrella has a knack for remembering faces of customers for the day and know whoâs had ordered and who didnât, âand they donât seem like a regular here either.â
I sigh and got out from the counter, âIâll deal with them, we canât have bystanders here.â I murmur to myself and to Estrella to hear, she gave a thumbs-up as if itâll motivate me and have such courage to speak with those dangerous looking men.
There were three to seven people in this table, two on either side of the bench seat and a man in the middleâsweating and fidgeting, as if heâs being threatened by these men. I approach their table, my hands clasp together and I cleared my throat to bring their attention to me, âHello, gentlemen.â I utter, trying to steady my voice and not stutter or eat my words up. I continue, âIâuh noticed that you guys havenât order anything here yet and that an atmosphere you bring inside Tulipa Purissima is unsettling, if you all donât mind, I kindly ask you all to leave.â
A man with dark purple hair and in a short hime cut with lavender highlights, I assume heâs a little older than me but with a baby face like that and how he stood out from the rest of the men, I think I know whoâs in charge of the group. He spoke, his tone flat and uninterested, âso we just need to order and youâll leave us alone?â he asked, his eyes darkening and piercing the more he look at me dead in the eye.
I think I want to curl up into a ball and cry to my mommy.
My lips sealed shut, his voice raspy and husky. I donât move an inch and I peel my eyes away from his deadly gaze, âuh. I- I mean.â I started stammering, I could feel my heart beating and racing, my legs wanting to give out and run to my friend Estrella.
Help, Iâm scared.
He waves his hand lazily, his palm resting his chin and elbow on the table. âWhatever, get me some dark coffee.â He said, tone still flat and uninterested. He turn to his colleaguesâor that I assume that were his colleagues, it feels like more a security than old friendsâŠ
âYou all order some, my treat.â He murmured but it was loud enough to be heard by the others, I took out my handy-dandy notebook and write down all their orders. Iâm so glad that I keep this thing all the time with me.
After placing and telling me their order, I noticed the man looking at me. The one in the middle, his eyes big and wide, his hands trembling and fidgetingâas if heâs telling me to help him.
âI donât want to intrude but,â I said and lean over the table and look at the man, but I donât lean in too close. âIâm sorry sir but are these gentle folks seems to bother you nor are they intimidating you?â I asked, my tone strong and full of concern.
I could feel a burning sensation at the back of my neck, and I know whoâs eyes they wereâŠ
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Honey Whiskey
a continuation of American Honey | in which Harry is a single dad/rancher and continues his secret affair with his babysitter warnings: age gap (both parties are consenting adults over the age of 21), unprotected sex, dirty talk, spitting, rough oral (m receiving), slight degradation, a hint of choking, squirting, brief mentions of body insecurities word count: 6.6k (I haven't written anything in like a month and I'm trying desperately to get out of the hole I'm in so pls stick with me through this shit ily ily ily)
The sun was burning hotter than hell.Â
I felt like I was simply melting into the chair that I was lounging on, a smile tugging at my lips as I watched my best friend Kelsey play with her cousin Maisy in the water. I had been playing with her all morning and Kelsey finally arrived a few minutes ago to give me a damn break. As much as I loved that little girl, she was a ball of energy that I struggled to keep up with. Especially on days like today when the heat was insane and I was nursing a bit of a hangover.Â
I slid my sunglasses over my eyes as I turned my head to look around me, searching for any sign of Harry, Maisyâs father. He asked me to come watch Maze this morning so he could get some work done around the ranch and I hadnât seen him since I first arrived.Â
Seeing him this morning was the first time since things⊠progressed between us.
I expected it to be awkward, but he couldnât keep his smoldering eyes off of me and I could practically feel the desire seeping off his skin for me.Â
My hand was trembling as I lifted it to knock on the front door, my heart feeling like it might pound right out of my chest. Harry and I hadnât talked since the other night. When I got his text yesterday, I hoped it would be about seeing me again, but it was only about babysitting. He was his usual self, friendly and short, which made me feel a little confused. Was he going to just pretend that nothing happened?Â
The door swung open and my eyes dropped to see Maze standing there, wearing a black bathing suit and chomping on a banana. I smiled as the little girl lit up at the sight of me, wrapping her free arm around my legs in a hug.Â
âYouâre here, youâre here! Daddy, sheâs here!âÂ
âHey my little rain cloud. You excited to go swimming?â I asked her, watching her nod and jump on the balls of her feet.Â
âExcited? She hasnât shut up about it since I told her yesterday.â Harryâs voice called out, sending a wave of joy right through my body.Â
âYouâre the one who hasnât shut up about it!â Maisy called back to her father, turning her big eyes up to me in an roll, âHe asked me a BILLION times to check the front window for you.âÂ
He walked out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. Our eyes met and I felt my entire body flush, heat shooting right through me as his eyes took me in slowly. He started from my feet up, drinking in every inch of exposed skin and finally landing on my eyes. He smiled, the wrinkles near his eyes getting a little more pronounced when he did. His own cheeks went slightly pink and I shivered, unable to believe I could make a man like him blush.Â
âHi.â I said softly, chewing on my bottom lip to keep the very obvious smile off my face.Â
âHey there, honey. You want some pancakes?â He asked, gesturing toward the kitchen.Â
Maisy groaned at the idea of having to wait for me to eat to get into the pool and I laughed, squeezing her little hand.Â
âI already ate, but thanks. I better take our little mermaid outside before she just withers away.â I looked back up at him, watching his eyes fly up to meet mine from whatever body part of mine he was ogling.Â
Iâd never felt so good in my own skin before. The way Harry looked at meâlike he wanted to devour every inch of my body, like he wanted to consume meâit made my confidence skyrocket. Iâd always felt that I was too big to attract anyone, especially after my last boyfriend, who made constant hints about me going to the gym with him. But here was Harry, the most gorgeous man Iâd ever laid my eyes on⊠and he couldnât keep his off me.Â
âOf course. Yâall have fun. Holler if you need me.â Harry said, licking his lips as his eyes searched my own.Â
Maisy tugged me hard, dragging me past him.Â
âWe will.â I replied, silently praying he would reach his hand out and touch me as I passed him, but he didnât.Â
I could feel his eyes on my back as I walked away though, stinging like a sunburn after a long day of baking.Â
I couldnât stop myself from craning my neck all the way around to look back at the house, desperate for any movement inside that could be Harry. Just as I was ready to slump in my chair with disappointment, he came walking around the side of the house carrying a heavy bag of what looked like soil on his shoulder.Â
He was dressed in tight jeans and his usual boots, a light gray t-shirt on his body that showed off the sweat stains from how hard heâd been working. My mouth went dry at the thought of licking drops of sweat off of his chiseled body and I had to force my eyes away from him to stop myself.Â
âHey Uncle H!â Kelsey called out to him, making me wince at the reminder that this man I was infatuated with was my best friend's literal uncle.Â
Itâs not weird. You only met her two years ago, youâre not a lifelong friend, you didnât grow up with this man. Itâs not weird. I reassured myself silently, nodding to myself in agreement. It wasnât weird. We met as adults. Sure, there was an age gap but it didnât bother me. I sighed. I knew it would bother Kelsey, which is where my guilt came from.Â
âHey Kels. When did you get here?â He asked her.Â
My eyes followed him from behind my sunglasses, watching as he threw the bag down to the ground, straightening back out with a quiet little groan. My pussy clenched in desire when I heard that noise and then I was stifling my own fucking moan because Harry was reaching for the hem of his sweaty t-shirt. He peeled the material from his body, exposing his glistening chest and his tight muscles, which flexed every time he moved.Â
His eyes slid to me as he tucked his shirt into the back of those gloriously tight jeans, his hand reaching up to rub through his sweaty curls slowly. I watched his eyes move down over the expanse of my body, which was stretched out on a lounge chair, sweat pooling in all of my crevices from the hot sun.Â
âJust got here so our girl could take a breather.â Kelsey laughed, splashing some water in my general direction.Â
âYeah, we all know what a terror Miss Maze can be.â I teased, watching the small girl giggle and stick her tongue out at me, which I gave right back to her.Â
âAnyone hungry yet? Iâll go in and make some sandwiches and lemonade.â Harry offered, moving toward the sliding glass door at the back of his house.Â
âYes, please!â Maisy called out, âAnd Doritos!âÂ
âYeah, yeah. And Doritos.â He laughed, yanking the door open and stepping into the house, but not before shooting me another look over his shoulder.Â
My heart was beating so fast that I swore Kelsey and Maze would see it right through my skin. My legs ached to move, to run into the house after him and beg him to take me in the kitchen instead of making lunch. I stayed still as long as I could and then I got up off the chair.Â
âIâm gonna go see if he needs help.â I called out over my shoulder as nonchalantly as I could.Â
âSee if you can coax him into unlocking that precious liquor cabinet of his! I want some vodka in my lemonade.â Kelsey called out, which made me pause with my hand against the door.Â
The irony.Â
âIâll see what I can do.â I laughed, shaking my head and prying the door open.Â
The air conditioning was on full blast and I shivered as I crossed the threshold. My nipples went hard under my thin bikini top, goosebumps rising all over my arms and chest. I suddenly realized how nearly naked I was in the bright sunny kitchen and wished I would have thrown at least my shorts on before I came inside. I didnât understand why I picked the tiniest bikini I owned, the one that showed off all of the dimples and dips in my skin, all of my stretch marks and imperfections.Â
You picked it because you thought you could seduce him, so get on it! My thoughts taunted me. I pushed them away.Â
I went to the fridge, yanking the door open to search for the pitcher of lemonade. I moved some things around and got onto the tips of my toes to reach the back of the top shelf where it had been shoved.Â
âNeed some help?âÂ
I jumped at the sound of Harryâs voice, turning around to look at him, nudging the fridge shut as I did so. He was standing right behind me, so close to me that I was surprised I didnât feel him breathing on my neck. Or hear him come in. I was too busy chastising myself for my exposed skin, the same exposed skin that his eyes were drinking in right now.Â
He was still shirtless, glistening with sweat despite how freezing cold it was in here. He leaned back against the island behind him, holding a short glass with about an inch or so of amber colored liquor in it. I watched him swirl the liquid around inside the glass slowly before he lifted it to his mouth, tilting it all down his throat in one smooth go.Â
âHi.â I said softly, my voice nearly squeaking, âI thought Iâd help with lunch.âÂ
His eyes took me in, gliding from my eyes down to my neck, to my chest, to my stomach, all the way past my thighs and to my feet. Then back up⊠just as slow, his gaze so hot that I swore it was burning every inch of my skin that it covered.Â
âWhat are you drinking?â I asked, desperate to fill the silence.
âHoney whiskey.â He smirked at me, letting his eyes graze lower as he continued, âYou know how I love all things honey flavored.âÂ
I blushed something fierce, trying to keep my smile as demure as possible as I discreetly positioned the pitcher of lemonade in front of my stomach. Harryâs hand shot out, fingers pressing to it so he could shove it back out of the way, exposing my body to him.Â
âSweetheart⊠youâre being cruel.â He whispered, smiling slowly as he put the glass down behind him.Â
âCruel?â I frowned at him, my eyebrows furrowing.Â
He pushed off the kitchen island, stepping toward me, forcing me to crane my head back to look up at him. I was frozen like a deer in headlights. All I could do was stumble backwards away from him, but I hit the counter behind me with nowhere to go. He took the pitcher of lemonade from my hands and put it down for me.Â
âIâve seen you in my pool a hundred times,â He spoke quietly, his arms going to either side of me, locking me in against the counter, âAnd Iâve never seen you wearing a bikini this small before. Now whyâs that?âÂ
âUm,â I swallowed, shrugging, âMaybe it shrank.âÂ
âOr maybe you picked it out knowing that I wouldnât be able to keep my fuckinâ hands to myself when I saw you in it.â He said, leaning in so close to me that I could feel each word as he breathed them onto my mouth.Â
âYou havenât touched me yet, so Iâd say youââÂ
His mouth crashed down against mine, hands sliding off the counter to wrap around my waist instead. I could taste the honey whiskey on his mouth. He was hot, so hot, his skin and his mouth and his tongue all feeling like they could burn me. I plunged my hands into his sweaty curls, tugging at them, rubbing my body up against his like a cat in heat.Â
He moaned against me, his hands slipping down to grasp at every inch of flesh that he could get at. He squeezed at my hips, at the rolls at my sides, at the plump curve of my ass. He pulled me against him so hard that I thought Iâd mold into him.Â
âHarryâŠâ I gasped out as his lips trailed down to my neck, his scruff rough against my delicate skin, âPleaseâŠâÂ
âYou wore this just to tease me, didnât you?â He growled out, lifting a hand up to grasp my jaw tightly, prying my mouth open when he did. He popped his thumb into my mouth and I groaned as I sucked on it happily.Â
His free hand went to my bikini top, yanking the thin material away from my breasts to expose them to the cold air and his warm mouth. He moaned as he swirled his tongue around one of my hardened nipples, his teeth scraping softly around the sensitive skin. I gasped, my hips jutting forward to seek out some sort of friction from him.Â
âMmm⊠you taste so good.â He whispered into my skin, slipping his thumb from my mouth so he could slide his hands down to my outer thighs.Â
I gasped loudly as he shoved me up onto the counter, spreading my thighs and pressing himself between them. The rough material of his jeans over his hard cock rubbed all over my pussy, making me moan at the friction. He bit down lightly on my sensitive nipple, dragging his hands up over my sides as he found my lips again. I panted into his mouth, eyes fluttering open to find his own staring back at me darkly.Â
âWhat am I doing?â He whispered, almost to himself as he slid his hands up my chest to my neck, âWe shouldnât be doing this.âÂ
He said the words but his mouth found mine right after, his tongue slick against my own, his hands exploring my body. They went to my hips, pulling at me until my ass was on the edge of the counter. I was desperate for pleasure, rubbing my cunt all over him, grinding against his hard bulge. His fingers gripped at my thighs hard enough to bruise them and I realized that he was matching my movements, just as desperate as I was.Â
He was panting, shaking his head, but his mouth was still against mine as he murmured, âYouâre too young for me.âÂ
âIâm just right for you.â I whispered back, nipping at his bottom lip, watching his mouth fall open, âIâm perfect for you.âÂ
I kissed him again, sliding my tongue against his in a sloppy manner, trembling at the feeling of his hands as they slid to my arms. He squeezed tight and I worried he would push me back, worried that he would stop this. He looked down at me, his eyes heavily-lidded, like he was drunk. I knew he wasnât, he was just so aroused that he could barely think straight. I knew it because I felt the same.Â
âI havenât stopped thinking about you.â He whispered, shaking his head slightly before he pulled me back to his mouth.Â
I moaned as he dropped his hands back down to my thighs, accepting defeat. I squealed in surprise when he lifted me off the counter like I weighed nothing, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist tightly. I wanted to throw him down on the kitchen floor and ride him right here, but I knew he was taking me somewhere more private. We couldnât risk being caught.Â
He carried me into his home office, kicking the door shut behind him quickly. He gripped my waist with one arm as his other one swiped over his desk, shoving anything in his way onto the floor as he sat me down on the edge of it. He yanked his t-shirt out of his pocket and tossed it on the floor as he plopped down into his large leather chair. Our eyes met as he patted his hand against his thigh very lightly.Â
âGet in my lap.â He breathed out, âYou wanna be good for me? Câmere. Get in my lap, sweetheart.âÂ
I nodded eagerly, shifting down into his lap. I straddled him in the chair, my inner thighs squeezing him tightly as I rocked my hips down hard until I felt his cock pressing up against my pussy. I moaned against him at the feeling of himârock hard under his tight jeans, the friction against my clit sending waves of warmth through my stomach.Â
âThatâs it.â He encouraged me, trailing his mouth away from my own so he could move it down over my neck. He bit the sensitive skin there, sucking it into his mouth until I was sure a red hickey would form. I didnât know how Iâd explain that. I didnât care to think of it. It felt too good.Â
I slid my hand up to his throat and pushed him back from my body by it, feeling braver by the second. Our eyes met, his lips swollen from our kisses, open and panting for more. I rolled my hips forward again, watching his eyes squeeze shut at the way I felt against his cock.Â
âLook at me. Tell me you want me.â I whispered, not a beg or a plea but an order, âTell me how bad you want my pussy⊠look at how youâre trembling for it.âÂ
âFuck,â His hands tightened around my hips, yanking me down even harder into his lap as he jerked his body up to meet it, âI want you, I fucking need your pussy⊠need that wet, tight pussy gripping my cock. Need to see it, let meâŠâÂ
He urged me backwards to lean against the edge of his desk, the wood sharp against my spine. I didnât care. I would have twisted my body into unimaginable positions to give him whatever he wanted. He looked down at my pussy, covered by my small bikini bottoms.Â
âFuck, youâre gorgeous...â He whispered, rubbing his fingers down over my slit. I wished he would rip them right off my body and feel my bare cunt.Â
As if he read my mind, he began to tug at the strings that held my bottoms together, his eyes flashing up to mine. I kept my eyes on his, swallowing hard as he unwrapped my pussy like it was a gift. The bottoms fell away from my body and onto the floor, his eyes turning down to look at me as soon as I was bare.Â
âHoney,â He breathed out, two of his fingers swiping up along my wet slit, shaking his head slightly, âLook how wet you are. You want me this bad? Sâfucking pathetic for me, arenât you?â
He watched my reaction as he showed me his fingers, glistening with my arousal. He offered them to me and I wrapped my lips around them, tasting myself on his skin. I swirled my tongue around his fingers, lapping at them desperately, watching his eyes glisten at me.Â
âSuch a good girl.â He murmured, pulling his fingers back, grasping onto my thighs tightly to yank me back into his lap.Â
I snuggled down against him, grinding my pussy all over his lap. My eyes fluttered up at the feeling of his hard cock under me, so rock solid for me.Â
He squeezed my cheeks to force my lips open so he could fuck his tongue into my mouth, moaning as he tasted me. I couldnât believe how much I was aching from his kisses alone, I was never one to enjoy a sloppy or wet kiss but his were so fucking desperate. It was like he needed to fuck every hole on my body with his tongue, like he had to lick every inch of my mouth and taste every crevice of me before he was satisfied. Iâd never felt that desire from anyone and I couldnât stop shaking from the way it made me feel.Â
Harry pulled away from the kiss slightly, but I yanked him right back, tasting him the way he just did to me.Â
âSpit in my mouth.â I whispered against his lips, half-opening my hazy eyes as I repeated myself, âSpit in my mouth.âÂ
His eyes sparkled, âYou wanna taste me? Open.âÂ
I gladly did, extending my tongue to him, watching his own as it worked behind his closed lips. His hold on my face turned softer, almost tender as he let his spit slowly dribble down onto my waiting tongue. He wrapped his lips around it right after, sucking on it and pressing his own tongue into my mouth. His free hand grabbed onto my cheeks and made me look down at his lap, squeezing my face tightly.Â
âLook at the way youâre dripping all over my jeans. Should make you get on your fuckinâ knees and lick it off.â He said, to which I let out a whine and began to nod as much as I could, âYes? You want to? Use your words, sweetheart.âÂ
He didnât release my face, he squeezed it harder as he pulled me close to him, his eyes dark as they flickered over me.Â
âI want to! Please, let me clean it for you. Let me taste you.â I begged him, my fingers desperately reaching under my body for his zipper.Â
âOn your knees.â He ordered me, his strong hands back to gripping my arms as he guided me off his desk and onto the floor in front of him. He gestured to the wet spot I left against the crotch in his jeans and my face went up in flames.Â
âLick it.â He whispered, reaching over to curl his fingers into my hair, pulling my head down, âTaste your cunt all over my jeans like a good girl.âÂ
My eyes flashed up to look at him as I carefully slid my tongue along the wet spot in his crotch. He shivered at the sight, shaking his head slightly as I continued to lick across my arousal. The taste of myself mixed with the material of his jeans was sharp, I was surprised and a little embarrassed at how well I could actually taste myself there. I really was dripping for him.Â
My thighs rubbed together desperately trying to get any friction I could. I was so wet that I was dripping down my thighs and I couldnât stand another moment of not having his cock in my mouth.Â
âNeed your cock.â I mumbled, looking up at him with pleading eyes. I flattened my tongue along the outline of his hard length through his jeans, feeling his fingers tighten in my hair, âPlease, Harry⊠please, let me make you feel good.âÂ
A strangled sound escaped his mouth as he nodded at me almost violently, his fingers flying down to undo his pants. I thought I would have liked for him to tug those tight jeans down so I could see his thighs, but he didnât. He only reached in and pulled his hard cock out for me. Something about only being able to see his dripping cock exposed made it feel inherently dirtier, made my entire body buzz with a thrill.Â
His cock was perfect to me. Not too long, perfectly thick, the head of it flushed dark pink and dripping with precum for me. Thick veins protruded from the sides and throbbed along with his pulse. Harry wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and brought it up in one slow stroke. My mouth watered when more precum dripped out for me, his thumb pressing over his slit so he could spread it around the head.Â
âGive me that tongue.â He whispered, guiding my face down to his lap as I bared my tongue to him. He tapped the head of his cock against it, letting me taste the slightly salty drops of his arousal. He gasped softly as he did this a few more times and then he pressed his cock into my mouth.Â
I moaned when I finally tasted him fully, swirling my tongue around the head excitedly, lapping up every drop of him. He tangled his fingers into my hair, urging my face down gently, like he was testing me to see if I could take more. I could. I slid my mouth down until I met his hand which was still wrapped around the base. I pulled back until my lips popped off him and I spit onto his cock, watching my saliva slowly drip down to his fist.Â
âFuck. Fuck, babyâŠâ He gasped out, sliding his hand up over his shaft once again, helping to spread my spit all over it, âYouâre such a filthy little thing, arenât you?âÂ
I smiled as I slid my mouth back down around his cock, urging his hand to move away so I could take him all the way. He pressed into my throat, feeling the resistance, but I forced past it until I could feel his cock at the back of it. I held him there for a moment, held him there until he started to jerk his hips up, clearly needing to fuck something. I nodded around him and his hands were suddenly on either side of my head and he began to roughly fuck up into my face, slamming me down onto his cock over and over.Â
âGod!â He cried out, pulling my mouth off of him as quickly as he started. I was panting heavily and drooling, dumb for his cock. He held me very still as he looked away from me, trying his hardest to hold his orgasm back.Â
I let out a whine, my hands going down to slip between my thighs so I could touch my aching clit finally. He stopped me before I could even get near my cunt. He reached for me, pulling me back until I was sitting on the edge of his desk once again. He stood in front of me, angling himself between my spread legs.Â
Harry trailed his large hand down over my chest, yanking my bikini top down once more to expose my breasts. He pinched each of my nipples and then his head dove forward so he could wrap his lips around them, sucking them hard. His teeth grazed over my sensitive skin and I nearly screamed at the pleasure I was feeling.Â
âHarry, please!â I cried out, my hips rolling against nothing, seeking some sort of pleasure out. I was humping the air, thatâs how desperate I had become for him.Â
âHow wet are you for me now? Show me.â He whispered, his voice so calm despite the way he was shaking as he pulled back from his assault on my breasts. âSpread those fucking legs⊠oh, honey⊠fuck.âÂ
I leaned back on my elbows, spreading my thighs as wide as I could to show off my glistening cunt. His hand moved to begin stroking his cock again as he looked down at me. His eyes were heavy-lidded and black with lust, his pupils so blown out that all the green had disappeared.Â
âTouch yourself.â He said, biting down on his bottom lip to stifle a moan as I obeyed, my fingers slipping down to my cunt.Â
I scissored my fingers in a V shape, spreading my swollen lips open so he could see how absolutely dripping I was before I slid those fingers down to thrust them inside of myself.Â
I was so drunk with lust and the need to come that I couldnât even focus on putting on a show for him the way I would have liked. I could only press my fingers into my slippery cunt and feel how soaking wet I was as I pressed the heel of my palm into my clit. I began to shake at the pleasure that rolled through me, the only sounds being of our heavy panting and my wet pussy gushing as I fucked myself with my fingers.Â
Harry couldnât look away from me, but he was shaking his head, like he was fighting some inner demons about what we were doing here in his office with his family right outside.Â
âFuck it. Iâm going to hell anyways.â He breathed out, and then he was wrapping his hand around my wrist and yanking me forward by it.Â
He brought my fingers up to his mouth, shiny with my arousal, and I watched him guide my fingertips over his lips slowly. I could feel his cock pressing against my entrance below us and I quickly adjusted myself a little to give him easier access. Neither of us moved for a moment, both knowing that we shouldnât be doing this but unable to stop ourselves.Â
I made the first move this time. I pushed my fingers into his mouth at the same time that his cock sank slowly into my tight cunt. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he sucked at my fingers in a greedy manner, his hands moving to grip at my waist. I knew there would be bruises on my hips tomorrow in the shapes of his fingers, but I didnât care. I wanted a reminder of him.Â
His hands gripped onto me tightly and he didnât let me do any work. He just held me still while he thrusted forward into my cunt roughly, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He dropped his forehead against mine, his eyes flashing down to meet mine.Â
âDo I taste good?â I asked him as I slid my wet fingers out of his mouth, moving them to grip his jaw in my hand, âLet me taste.âÂ
It was his turn to offer his tongue to me and I slid my own against it, slipping it around in a swirling motion as I pressed it back into his mouth. I could taste my cunt there, the musky, feminine taste of my arousal so familiar to me. I moaned into him as my tongue went wild, licking at every crevice of his mouth. He began to fuck me even harder, his cock stretching me open and making me feel like I was being split into two.
I had to pull back from the kiss to moan and cry out, my hands reaching out for something to steady myself on. One hand wrapped around the edge of his desk, the other tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck.Â
âHarder⊠make it hurtâŠâ I whimpered out loudly, âFuck!âÂ
âShh.â He slammed his hand over my mouth, âQuiet for me, baby. Quiet. Canât let anyone know what a delicious little fucktoy I have in here. Mine, mine, mineâŠâÂ
I whined into his palm, nodding my head vigorously. Yes, I was his. I was his this whole time. Iâd be his forever if he wanted me that long. I tried to move, tried to match his thrusts, but he wouldnât let me. He was in control of my body, he owned it, he was going to use me like a toy. Fucktoy, he called me. I enjoyed it more than I ever imagined I would.Â
âYouâre perfect, so perfect⊠your cunt is a fuckinâ dream.â He panted out, slamming his body into me harder and harder, âTouch yourself. I want you to feel you come around my cock.âÂ
I gripped onto his shoulder with one hand to steady myself as I slid the other between my thighs. He cursed softly as I started to rub my clit in quick circles. I moaned against his palm, feeling myself start to drool from how fucked out I was.Â
I was weak, his cock slamming into me hurt so good and I couldnât keep holding myself up. I fell back against the desk, his hand falling from my mouth as I did. The new angle made his cock press right up against my g-spot and I couldnât stop the sob from escaping my mouth at how deliciously good it felt.Â
âMy little crybaby slut, shhâŠâ Harry murmured to me, reaching a hand down to wipe my tears, âI know it feels so fucking good, honey⊠I know. Youâre doing so good for me. Taking every inch of my cock⊠fuck, you feel incredible.âÂ
âIâm gonna come,â I whimpered out, âcanât hold itâŠâÂ
âJust a little longer, just aâŠâ He gasped out, âTell me⊠tell me how bad you want meâŠâÂ
I whined, feeling my stomach tighten up as my orgasm built faster and faster, âSo fucking bad⊠I touch myself every night thinking about you. Dream about the way your cock felt inside of me, splitting me open l-like⊠like it is right now, fuck! Harry, please, please let me come, Iâll be so good for youâŠâÂ
Harryâs eyes flashed and his thrusts became that of an animalistic nature, like he had snapped and lost all grip on reality, âCome for me, baby. Come on my cock.âÂ
His thrusts were so feral that his desk actually moved, it rocked back a foot or so with force. I couldnât stop to focus on it as my orgasm finally hit its peak and washed over me. My vision blurred and blackened as I came harder than I ever thought was possible, so hard that I felt as if I were seeing stars. I was shaking viciously as my cunt gushed once again, this time wetting his bare chest and his jeans much more than it did the last time.Â
âOh god,â He moaned at the sight, reaching his hand between us so he could start to rub my clit in quick, harsh circles, âGive me one more.âÂ
âI⊠I canâtâŠâ I gasped out, shaking my head, but I was lying. I could. I could feel it start to build as soon as he touched my clit, but I was so sensitive that it almost hurt.Â
âYou can and you will.â He ordered me, his hand moving faster, pressing down hard, âCâmon, princess. Come for me, show me how good you can be.âÂ
âFuck!â I cried out, my eyes flashing open to look down as I came once more, his hand working quick circles through my entire second orgasm.Â
I had to reach down to wrap my hand around his wrist and stop him, holding him still as I twitched and squirted a little more. He thrusted into me only a few more times, his mouth claiming my own so I would muffle the sound of his moaning. He was so vocal, all slow moans and heavy breaths as he came hard. His hands slid over the sides of my body, groping at my sweaty skin as he pulled me into a sitting position. Our bare chests pressed together as his tongue massaged mine.Â
My legs were trembling as I dropped them from where they were locked around his waist. His large hands moved over my shoulders and down my back, feeling over my spine. I didnât ever want to stop kissing him. It made my entire body feel alive. I clung to him a little tighter, wishing I could rewind and relive this moment again and again and again.Â
Harry held my face in his hands as he pulled back to look at me, running his thumbs across the apples of my cheeks.
âYouâre all burnt.â He smiled, his voice low, âDidnât your parents ever tell you to wear sunscreen?âÂ
âNo. You wanna play daddy and teach me?â I lifted an eyebrow to him, tilting my face further into his palm.Â
âDonât be bad now.â He shook his head, smiling brighter and lowering his lips to mine, âNot after showing me how good you areâŠâÂ
He kissed me a moment longer before pulling back, reaching out a hand to pull a handful of tissues from the box that thankfully hadnât been pushed onto the ground in our passionate state. He breathed out a quiet sigh as he pulled out of me, pressing the tissues against me to stop the spill of his semen from dripping out.Â
I eyed him as he straightened himself out, zipping up his jeans as he reached down for my bikini bottoms from the floor. He examined them, looking confused by the many strings, as if he intended to figure them out and dress me himself. I shot him a gentle smile as I took them from him to do it on my own.Â
âSoâŠâ He started to say, his heavy gaze on me as I pulled my bikini back into place, tightening the strings and adjusting my top.Â
âSoâŠâ I repeated, giving him a look, watching him rub a hand over his face with a soft curse.Â
âAre youâŠâ He broke off, his hand working to the back of his neck as he looked at me sheepishly, âAre you seeing anyone right now?âÂ
âHmm?â I cocked my head in confusion, âLike dating? No⊠nope. Not dating anyone.âÂ
âYouâre not going out with that Jace Matthews kid?â He asked, a skeptical look on his face.Â
âJace?â I blurted out, my face heating, âNo. I mean⊠no, we just fooled around a little.âÂ
Harryâs face hardened, his voice dark, âLast night?âÂ
âNo!â My eyebrows knitted together.Â
âSam mentioned he saw you out with him last night⊠I just assumed.â He shrugged a shoulder, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.Â
Sam Davis. One of Harryâs closest friends and probably the only person who knows how he actually feels about me. Maze told me how she overheard the two of them talking about my âhoneyâ and she thankfully confused it with me keeping bees. I didnât know how I was going to produce a beehive for her if she ever actually insisted on seeing them.Â
âOh.â I straightened up, a lightbulb going off in my head. He was jealous. I relaxed with a soft smile, âGod, no. Jace is old news, we just have some mutual friends now. I havenât⊠there isnât anyone else but you.âÂ
âGood.â He whispered to me, leaning up against the door behind him, his eyes flickering over my face.Â
My face went up in flames again. I was grateful for the sunburn on my cheeks, praying that it was helping to disguise how often this man seemed to make me blush. He had a real talent for it.Â
âWhat about you and that vet? Isobel, right?â I asked him, remembering the amount of times I watched in envy as he flirted with the pretty veterinarian who came to take care of his horses.Â
His eyes narrowed slightly as he shook his head, âWe had some sparks at one point, I guess. But not now. Not anymore.âÂ
He reached behind his body and popped the door open, pushing it out so I could pass him and head back to the kitchen. Weâd been gone so long that Maze and Kelsey would certainly expect a gourmet lunch instead of sandwiches and Doritos. I hoped she wouldnât question me about it later.Â
âAnd what about me?â I asked him as I stepped forward, getting closer to him, âDo you feel sparks with me?âÂ
We stared at one another for a long, intense moment. He shifted forward, pressing his body against mine, trapping me between him and the door frame. His arms slid easily around my waist and his eyes were smoldering as they met my own. I thought he might kiss me again and send us both into another sexual frenzy, but he just leaned in close. He lightly glided the tip of his nose along the side of my face, inhaling my scent.Â
âNot sparks, honey.â Harry murmured, his lips brushing over my cheek and toward my ear, âWildfires.âÂ
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