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Green Lanterns (2016) #35
#back when I was in high school I would literally try to give myself a pep talk any time I needed to go to the guidance counselor or teachera#I would try to talk myself up and fail and then try again the next day#the pride I would feel for talking to someone who I wasn't comfortable with because doing that literally makes my heart race#it just makes your heart pound and your body sweat and your breath quicken and your arms shake#my anxiety may not be as bad as hers but I see so much of myself in her#jessica cruz#green lantern#green lanterns#green lantern comics#dc comics#comic series#my post
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a long way from the playground // rafe cameron x reader
summary ; when you met rafe on the playground of the school, he was such a crybaby but you were there for him as his most beloved (and unique) friend until that accident which happened in high school.
seven years after that argument, you met him again. and mostly, seven years after, the crybaby that you know became the big boy that everyone knows.
genre ; childhood bestfriends to strangers to lovers (literally my favorite trope of the world), slight of angst, fluff, and smut. he fell first (and alone at first lmfao...)but she fell harder trope. one-shot.
warnings ; argument, family issues, mentions of cheating, smut, miscommunication, mentions of anger issues, fear of abandonment/being alone, jealousy, first time/virginity, past/present, violence ?( reader slapping rafe), being pogue/kook is not a big deal, mentions of rafe's mother.
author's note : it's 4k. was inspired by eighteen by one direction and to build a home by the cinematic orchestra. trying myself on something soft and kinda angst (but more in a bittersweet way.)
rafe was not always being the big boy everyone knew. it had taken seven years between the two of you for him to become stronger and more mature. when you met him, he was a whiny little boy who loved to fight, but cried every time you treated his wounds. you always managed to make him smile when you placed a bandage on the bleeding bruise and promised him that if he calmed down, the injury would disappear.
you started being there for him from the moment you were just seven years old.you understood that rafe needed someone in his life, because no one was there for him. you never understood why, but people loved to say, even the teacher and his family that there was something weird about him.
you heard the others spreading rumors about it a couple times. it was so easy to criticize others rather than judge yourself. at that moment, rafe didn't scare anyone. it was not because he had the prestigious cameron name that it made his classmates fear him.
he was like everyone else, there was no kook or pogue. everyone was too young to be different, the prey could be anyone in the group, but the leader always remained the same.
the first time you and rafe cameron were really close was on mother's day. the whole class had been assigned to make a gift and in the most saddest way possible, everyone had a mother to give their present to. everyone except Rafe, but you didn't know about that before the accident.
having finished making your own gift, you surprised your friend from behind and he dropped his vase on the ground. you had never felt so sad in your entire life when you saw the broken glass on the floor. you could clearly feel your heart cracking in your ribcage, your veins freezing, and your breath dying in your throat, the hot rush of tears inside your eyes.
"rafe, i'm really sorry. I...really, I didn't mean to..."
âitâs okay, y/n. I didnât have anyone to give it to anyway...â
his voice cracked slightly in his knotted throat as he managed to not show you how hurt he was. he was trying to be strong, and not a crybaby â that nickname that you given him every time. and his eyes had become so full and wet with tears, the blue ocean of his eyes drowning in the hot little boy whines.
rafe cameron was a broken child, not just since you broke his vase. no, always. since he no longer had his mother. and you realized it in such a cruel way that you wanted to disappear.
he had so many tears, and you felt like they could flow down his cheeks forever, that even an eternity wouldn't be enough to wipe them away. and even if you had been a siren, you would never have been able to swim in water as salty as his present sadness.
"my mother...left me..." he admitted softly between sniffles, his nose red and leaky.
you felt bad but you took him against you in a tender hug, and placed your hand on his back to start caressing him gently, until he was soothed. "but you have me. and i will not leave. you know rafe, when i love someone, it's serious. i sincerely would like to make sure that you never feel alone again."
you looked into his eyes. you couldn't be more sincere.
and maybe it was from that day that rafe cameron fell in love with you, and he had never felt so good because he never thought that love could be so heartwarming and kind.
if you thought he would be the type to hide his feelings, or run away from them, you were wrong. it was the first time he felt this comfort, this happiness and he needed to show it to you. even for his family he did not have such great affection.
he loved giving you gifts. he had seen and heard that the girls really liked those kind of things so every day since Mother's Day, you received flowers, boxes of chocolates, photos of yourself accompanied by notes, volumes of your favorite book saga, CD's of your favorite singers. rafe couldn't let go of you.
since you didn't love him back, he fed on the affection and attention you gave him.
rafe took everything you had to give him - a look, a smile, a kiss on the cheek, a hug, an earphone for the two of you to share, a day in your room watching movies, a ride on the bike of your big brother, an afternoon playing in the sea.
there was nothing strange about him, nothing like the rumors could say.
ârafe, you didnât have to give me that.â you exclaimed when you saw a necklace with his initials.
âbut I wanted to. Donât you like it?â
"I love..."
Rafe would have loved to hear that you were talking about him saying those words but he was also so impatient. every boy his age had a girlfriend, and he wanted you to be his. he was not an exception to the eager youth.
what was the point of being rich, of being able to have everything if you weren't included among his treasures? he wanted you, his only friend and the only girl who mattered to him.
But also, he was lost because he was experiencing one-sided love, because above all, it hurt so much not to be loved in return, to be in love with someone to love them to a point where it mattered more than himself.
the first time you kissed rafe cameron on the lips was in high school. you were drunk, you hadn't done it on purpose.
you threw up right after, but he never blamed you. he knew it was the alcohol, not him. he even held your hair while you vomited everything into the bowl. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I..."
"I'm not mad. you're just drinking too much. I should have been more careful. you know i can't be angry with you."
yes, rafe had anger issues, serious problems managing his hard feelings. sometimes he even scared you. sometimes you even felt like he would be able to kill someone.
rafeâs hands could be deadly but whenever they were on you, pressed to your cheeks, against your hips, on your thighs, inside your hair, on your neck, they were always calm and gentle.
after that, you would never have guessed that the first time rafe cameron had touched himself, it was thinking about your lips on his mouth, something so small and pathetic but it was enough to make him so vulnerable and unable to think about anything else.
he imagined your pretty lips around his cock instead of his useless large hand, your wet open mouth pumping him as your tongue covered every inch of his growing girth. and he hated himself for having impure thoughts about you, because you looked like an angel. he had no desire to make you dirty but oh fuck â he had cum on his stomach, spurting the warm loads painting his flesh. and god he wished you were there to make him pure again.
after that, rafe had tried many times to get you out of his head. he thought of porn. but he imagined your body, your voice, your moans in place of all these actresses, and that was the only way he could come.
dating girls but it never worked. you were always the one he wanted out of all the ones that existed.
distance from you but he always came back, because without you it had always been like being in the dark. and how could he lives in darkness without the one who gave him light?
but above all, you were the one who understood him best, who always managed to soothe him, and above all who never judged him in his moments of weakness.
you were his home, where he took refuge when he had a problem with his father, when he could no longer stand Sarah's presence, when Rose was getting on his nerves, when Topper and Kelce were behaving like idiots. because you were the only person who couldn't make his existence even more shitty.
â now it's been over ten years since rafe cameron was in love with you, but only seven since you disappeared from his life.
you had another life now, a boyfriend who cheated on you and who was always angry with you, and pushing you under and under. you were stuck with the wrong guy.
you had always dreamed of being an artist, you had specialized in painting in college hoping to pursue your dream.
rafe had always accompanied you in that dream, volunteering as a model for all your portraits but you always ended up throwing all the drawings away because you were too perfectionist. for you, it was never good enough. but for your best friend, it was a masterpiece, the work of a true painter.
you drew in your spare time, but each time, you ended up drawing rafe's face. you had no idea why he was your only inspiration even though you had a boyfriend, why it was always him who motivated you to continue painting.
it was strange how rafe had made a huge impact in your life, the only boy you actually had.
â a year later, on a huge impulse, you offered your art to a museum that regularly held exhibitions. you had made arrangements with the director and tried to find rafe's contact two nights after.
you searched for his social media, last names in the directory, asked his friends but nothing had helped you. you had spent a week trying to find it but it felt like you had lost him forever, that it was like a flower that you should have cherished instead of letting it perish.
you had been a monster. you abandoned him...like his mother. like everyone else.
every time you thought about him, you always ended up crying. if it wasn't love because you were sure you didn't love him, why did it hurt so much? why did it kill you so much?
rafe had never been capable of hurting you, and yet you had stabbed him without even looking at him. you had let him give you his heart, and you had stepped on it. and maybe that was why he couldn't fall in love anymore because you had ruined all his chances of being with someone else.
rafe had confessed his feelings to you while you were in his room, talking about everything and nothing, the future and the past like children. he had grown up. he was no longer the little whiny child you had known but a big boy, the one who now had big arms to protect you, hands to dry your tears, body to warm you.
âi feel like you want to tell me something, big boy. so say it, don't make me wait or beg for it.â you teased him by stopping the movie you were watching under the blankets.
"If you weren't so blind and stupid, I wouldn't have to be so embarrassed. i really have to do all the work all the time. "
âCome on, confess it. Do you want me to close my eyes?â
â close that eyes, and shut that mouth too. â he nodded, and the minute you closed your eyes, his mouth found yours to kiss you.
âwhat does that mean?â
âare you being stupid on purpose?â he replied. "It wasn't a mistake for me in the club...I mean, I really liked it like now. Don't make me say it, y/n. "
you were embarrassed. you didn't like rafe. finally you loved him like a best friend. he had always been the friend you dreamed of, not the one you wanted to end up with.
In contrast, rafe always believed that a girl could never break his heart. but you had shown him today that he was wrong, because you had managed to hurt his feelings, to make them so depressing.
you had this control on him that he had exactly over everyone else.
"Am I still the crybaby I was to you? I've changed. "
"that has nothing to do with it. rafe, you can't love someone and think that they will love you back. love doesn't work like that, and sometimes it doesn't even work. "
âyou love someone else, right?â his tone was now louder, becoming more aggressive.
"I...n-n..."
"you love someone? who is it? tell me who it is? or don't tell me, I'll find out eventually. do you think that guy deserves you more than me ? "
ârafe, youâre scaring me. donât yell at me.â
"why? you have the right to reject me but I don't have the right to raise my voice with you... let me laugh...since you like joking with me now.â there was a sick smile on his face that you hated, and made you shake.
"Rafe, I'm not rejecting you..."
âoh, y/n, please donât lie to me. youâve never been a hypocrite, so donât be one now. don't be mean sweetheart because i would die rather than hurting you. just admit that you have someone, that you like playing with my feelings. do you think you're superior to me ? well, don't forget that i'm the only guy that give you attention so you're not that special. i made you special.â
"you win, rafe cameron. congratulations. i'm leaving."
you stood up towards the door but he rushed toward you and blocked your way.
ârafe. move.â
"asking like that? oh no, sweetheart. I've seen you be nicer than that, so you're going to give me the pleasure of asking me with better words."
âdonât make me push you. â
he laughed so hard that your ego had been hurt. "because you think i'm still the weak, whiny cameron from the past that you used to manipulate ? tskk tskk, wrong. it's over. i hold the power in the relationship now. "
ârafe, I donât want us to argue.â
â oh yea ? so why do you want to leave? give me just one good reason at least !â
âyou have to let me go.â
"and if I refuse? ah yes, I forgot, my family probably loves you more than me so they will surely come and help you if you cry or scream. so, please, show me how much my family hates and doesn't care about me. â
you felt the sadness in his voice despite the loud tone, and the condescension.
"you can't leave. what kind of girl are you? the kind who likes to break hearts?â
it was your turn to be mad at rafe so you slapped him. louder than you expected because his face had turned against the door, and a red bruise had marked his skin. you regretted your action but you didn't apologize. because rafe had to learn to respect you.
" excuse me ? I was always there for you, when you were in pain, when you were angry with the whole world, when your father was so cruel to you that I had nightmares because I was afraid that will be the reason i will lost you one day, when you were crying, when you were fighting, I was there when there was absolutely no one for you, I was there when you were the little boy that no one wanted. You have absolutely no right to blame me for anything and consider this slap at the end of my sentence because I will not apologize. I have always been nice to you. so don't make me regret this. so yes, well done rafe, you managed to ruin everything. I'm sorry that you are in love with me and unfortunately I don't have this feelings for you, but now you lost me, and all the chances you had for us to end up together so you can sequester me here if you want, but know that even if I stayed in this room until the end of my days, I would still have no feelings for you, not a fucking single one. â
he was angry, his nostrils were flaring, and his fists were clenched against his thighs. you only had to see the swelling of his veins around his temples and around his neck to feel that it was literally boiling inside his body.
"you haven't changed. you've just grown. you'll cry when my back is turned.â
â back in the present, you wore a pretty dress to your art exhibition. you chose "blue eyes" as a subject with multiple paintings representing Rafe's gaze in different expressions. you had even managed to capture his look when he was in love with you.
so, you hoped that this evening he would come, that he had accepted your invitation, that your letter had arrived safely at its destination. you had received so many compliments but none had made you happy, none had managed to really make you smile, even those from your boyfriend who you had found in the hallway kissing someone else.
you didn't even cry because you knew it. it was just more horrible to see him in real life because he looked so happy.
âget out of here.â you reacted without even shouting.
âbaby wait, I can explain everythingâŚ.â
"explain what to me? your explanations are stuffed in this girl's mouth right now."
"I'm not going to leave." he replied.
â oh yes you will leave. and if I see a single tear on her face, surely not alive. but yea, dare you to stay.â a cold voice growled and warned behind your back that you recognized it by heart.
you turned to admire rafe who stood in front of you, still just as handsome, and above all taller. you wanted to be a pure and shed tears just to see your ex-boyfriend suffer but you were too busy rejoicing in rafe's presence.
âWho are you?â your ex-boyfriend replied.
"oh if I told you, I think it would break your heart but you don't seem to have one so I'll be honest. I'm definitely the only boy she likes. i'm sorry if she made you think that she has something for you. but believe me, will be nothing contrary to what i will do to you if your ass is still here in those free seconds i let you run.. "
ârafâŚâ
he shushed you with his mouth. "You'll have your moment, but wait. this is a conversation for boys, and unless you're hiding a dick between your legs, you're not in."
you smiled at his stupidity. the two boys had gone out, and Rafe had returned a few minutes later.
âOh my god, you didnât cry,â you teased him gently about his whiny past, clapping your hands.
âWas I crying that much?â
âLike a baby.â
"but I have changed...and..."
you felt like the words were really struggling to come out. his voice was blocked and he didn't look you in the eye. he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm sorry. I was totally stupid."
âapology accepted.â
âdoes that mean I have the right to a kiss?â
When you were little, you always gave Rafe a kiss on the cheek when he apologized. the memory made you smile tenderly.
you stood on your tiptoes to reach his lips with your mouth, and he lifted you by your ass to help you.
âyou were always mine, baby. even when you left, even when he was here.â
â because itâs as much to love you as to hate you, rafe cameron.â
âIs that why you dedicated this entire exhibition to me? Iâm flattered.â
âyou didnât leave my head even though you left my life.â
âI havenât stopped thinking about you either. and I still think of you now. "
âah yes? and what do your thoughts say about me?â
"that I finally have the girl I've always waited for. and that I still want her just as much."
"How about you show me how much...I mean...not with your lips, big boy. It's time to show me how much you've grown.â
you had gone to his hotel room after the party. he had accompanied you during the rest of the event, never taking his eyes off you as if he was afraid of losing you again. he even felt himself tighten his arm around your waist. he didn't keep his hands in his pocket, because you were there. and above all that you finally loved him.
it was beautiful. you had been the first person rafe cameron had loved, the first person he had broken his heart, and also, the first person who had loved him. you were destined to each others.
in his room, you were surprised to see how gentle he was with you, that he had softly placed your body on his sheets like a princess. he took off his t-shirt and you salivated just seeing his muscular chest, his arms turned into huge biceps, his flat stomach turned into voluminous abs with a magnificent v-line. â It seems like you worked hard to please me. â
â oh babe, don't waste your drool on yourself when you can literally splash it on my dick. but maybe my girl wanted it dryâ
â you're really big now. â
â wait, something bigger is coming at you. â
you were in love with the way your boy had become a man. you were proud of him, you undid his belt, and pulled him by the leather of the accessory before sliding it down and wrapping it around his neck to push him towards you and kiss him again. rafe was so desperate for you, he was hard in his pants to the point where it was painful, and even his tongue against yours was lost in a messy burst of both of you saliva.
he had spread your legs, and removed his pants, before pulling you against him by the thighs to bring you back against his hips.
âspit.â he held out his hand to let you spit on his palm and coated his hard cock with your drool, using your saliva as some kind of lube.
he started touching himself quickly, slowing up and down, a tight grip around his veiny and rocking length. you placed your fingers against his to accompany him in his movements, while devouring him with your eyes.
âfuck, youâre too good for me.â
âso make me as bad as you.â you responded by separating the two lips of your cunt with your fingers to show him the way. âfuck me. now.â
âdid you have sex with him?â
ânoâŚâ you admitted shyly. âIâm still a virgin. Does that bother you?â
âIâve already had sex, does that bother you?â
"no, because I'm sure you've never been able to cum without thinking about me. You're so obsessed with me.â
he pushed his leaking and wet tip against your soaked folds, rubbing himself lightly on them. âcan I ?â
âoh rafe, it's only if you donât do it that weâre going to have a problem.â you laughed gently.
and it didn't take more for him to split your pussy with his throbbing dick to startly making his way inside you. he had done it gently, partly because he didn't want to hurt you, but because you were incredibly tight. he held your hands, before placing his lips on yours, and driving you crazy with slow thrusts, his hips gently bucking against yours.
his cock stretched you softly, moving back and forth and sliding inside your canal that surrounded every inch of his dick. once he felt your body relax, he fasted up the pace, your moans automatically becoming louder. you had never been fucked until now, but you understood now, why people liked it.
rafe was completely buried in you from his tip, to the pelvis which was slamming against your thighs and the mattress. he couldnât be more in love with you. you were perfect.
he loved hearing your screams from across the room, knowing that he was the only one to make you moans like that. you were completely wet, and your dripping pussy helped him pound you quicker, and especially harder. he couldn't get enough of your face completely ruined by tears and pleasure, but especially of your walls squishing him until he felt his own stomach twitching by your trembling body sticking to his, the way your part convulsing around him as the strokes went deeper and deeper.
the bottom lip of your mouth was covered in your own saliva, your back arched against the sheets, and your entire body stimulated, spasms covering it, and forcing you to squirm in every direction.
his blue eyes were lost in your gaze. you didnât know how but he always managed to go further, hitting every sensitive gummy and soaked spot only to ram it again.
you let out a muffled and depraved sound when his cock slammed into your insides all the way to your stomach. you threw your head back, completely losing control.
âI'm never going to stop and you never going to leave if you keep giving me those eyes. don't feel dizzy now, it's just the beginning. â he blurted out as he continued to pound you, making your pussy dripping even more all over him, leaving him no choice but to speed up his movements to avoid any waste of your fluids. â i really want to fuck you all the night. don't make that face, you made me wait for more than fucking ten years, it's just now so fair. â
you had already had an orgasm, but his energy had doubled. you didn't know what time you stopped, but when you woke up, you were completely exhausted like your body had been used all night.
you wondered how different your relationship was going to be now, and if rafe was going to take responsibility for everything he did last night. you had too many questions, and not enough answers. you took a shower while waiting for him to wake up.
when you finally had the chance to have the famous conversation, you asked him. âdo you regret it?â
"that you didn't let me do this way before? yes. for doing it last night? no. another question, babe?"
"yes. well, it's not a question. I don't really know how long I've loved you. I mean, you know the day you fell in love with me. whereas I realized that when I didn't stop painting your face I thought it was your absence but it was stronger than that. when we were young, we were dumb and clumsy. but thank you to let me come back because we finally found the right moment."
âyou know very well that you never had to ask for anything to get everything you want from me. all is yours. â
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love, lies, and first times
Summary: You were made to believe that your girlfriend, Hazel Callahan, lost her virginity to Stella-Rebecca some years ago. But when the truth is revealed during a game of truth or dare, your trust in her is shattered. What reason did she have to lie, and who did she actually lose her virginity to?
Pairing: loser!virgin!hazel x experienced!reader
Contains: mature language and content, lies, smut, fingering, oral, first time, kissing, drinking, tit play, both receiving, both giving, loser!hazel, sub!hazel, biblically!accurate!hazel, reader isnât described as fem or masc
Word Count: 6k
A/N: soo one of my pet peeves when reading a hazel fic is when hazel keeps her rings on when fingering the reader and the reader likes it? Listen, I lost my virginity to someone who accidentally kept their rings on and it was painful. I had to ask them to take them off, highly unpleasant. I kinda make fun of that here, I hope some of yâall are ready to get called tf out ;)
âHazel, truth or dare?â
You squeezed your girlfriendâs hand as PJ sent her a wicked grin. The senior class of the Rockbridge Fight Club had just graduated high school, and the club leaders, PJ and Josie, had decided to celebrate by throwing a partyâone last âhurrahâ for the founding members. Now, you all sat in a circle in Josieâs dim basement, sipping poorly mixed jungle juice from red solo cups while David Fincher movies played on a vintage television in the background. Truth or dare was, of course, PJâs ideaâperhaps in the hopes that someone would dare her to kiss Brittany.
Hazel returned your squeeze, the cool metal of her rings pressing against your warm skin. âTruth,â she answered.
PJâs lips curled into such a shit-eating grin, you began to wonder if maybe she really did eat âliteral shit.â âWho did you lose your virginity to?â
You smiled, already knowing the answer. Early into dating, you and Hazel had exchanged âfirst-timeâ stories: yours had been with some girl at summer camp when you were sixteen, and Hazel had confessed to experimenting with Stella-Rebecca freshman year. She stressed that it was nothing romantic, simply two friends getting their first times out of the way, and then swore you to secrecy for the sake of Stella-Rebeccaâs privacy. However, Stella-Rebecca was sitting right there, and you doubted she would appreciate Hazel exposing their previous affair to the entire group.
Sure enough, Hazelâs eyes widened as a blush crept upon her cheeks. âUhhhâŚâ
Her hand seemed to stiffen within yours, tightening its hold as her rings indented your skin. You glanced across the circle at Stella-Rebecca, who stared at Hazel with an expectant (and somewhat oblivious) smile.
âYou donât have to answer if you donât want to,â you murmured to Hazel in an attempt to calm her, but her grip only further constricted.
PJ rolled her eyes. âCome on, Hazel, I gave you an easy one. Everyone knows you probably lost it to her,â she gestured towards you.
It was your turn to blush. âActually, uhâŚâ you looked towards your girlfriend, who seemed to have lost her ability to speak. âWe havenât really, uhâŚâ
PJ gasped as her eyes almost popped out of her head. âNo way! You two havenât jacked each other off yet?â
It was true, you and Hazel had yet to take your relationship to that level. Not like you didnât try, you had been dating for months, but Hazel seemed to shy away every time you so much as slipped a hand up her shirt. You knew you shouldnât pressure her, but you were beginning to feel a bit unattractiveâafter all, Hazel had lost her virginity to a model. How could you possibly compare to that?
Josie, ever the peacemaker, decided to chime in. âOk PJ, letâs back off a little bitâŚâ
Hazel seemed to relax a bit at Josieâs words. She eased her grip, and you heard her exhale a breath you didnât know she was holding.
âI have to admit, Iâm a little curious myself.â Stella-Rebecca interjected, taking you by surprise. âHazel never talks about her sex life.â
Your face contorted in confusion. Hazel tensed up again, but your attention was focused on the girl sitting across from you. âWhat are you talking about?â
She shrugged. âI donât know, sometimes weâll be hanging out and the topic of sex will come up, and Iâll share some hookup story and sheâll just kind of⌠change the subject or something.â
There it was again, that familiar burn of envy like acid in your veins. âMaybe sheâs jealous,â you suggested, words unintentionally dripping with venom.
Stella-Rebecca furrowed her brow, her expression innocent. âI doubt Hazel would be jealous of my sex life⌠unfortunately, it has more men than I think either of us would prefer.â
âWell, you were her first.â
âWhat?!â Stella-Rebecca exclaimed, her jaw dropping in shock. PJ cackled maniacally, clearly having the time of her life.
Hazelâs hand was clamped so tightly around yours that her knuckles were white, but you barely noticed as you stayed fixated on Stella-Rebecca. âI mean⌠yeah⌠werenât you?â
Stella-Rebecca furiously shook her head. âHazel and I have known each other our whole lives, but never like that. Besides, I didnât come out as a lesbian until after you two started dating. Why did you think it was me?â
You felt like a complete moron. âI donât knowâŚâ you muttered, glaring at your girlfriend. She refused to meet your gaze, staring down at her lap while shades of crimson painted her features. Her hand was still clasped around yours, but you forcibly removed it, too hurt to want to be touched.
âOk, so, Hazelâs a prude. Glad we got that out of the way.â PJ sneered.
Josie reached over and smacked her arm. âSo are you, PJ. Hypocrite.â
âI am not a prude, Iâm a virgin.â PJ corrected. âThereâs a difference.â
The game continued once the tension died down. No one dared PJ to kiss Brittany, so when it was her turn again, she took it upon herself to dare Brittany to kiss her, which the poor girl blatantly refused. After that, PJ pretty much lost interest and the game dissipated, with everyone breaking the circle to go off and do their own things. Josie and Isabel were tucked away in a corner, failing to be discreet during a heated makeout session. PJ had joined Brittany on the couch, while Brittany sipped her drink and scrolled through her phone, trying to ignore Pjâs passes. The rest of the girls, including Hazel, huddled in front of the small television, chatting through the David Fincher movies. You, however, stayed back in an attempt to avoid your girlfriend.
âHow could she lie to me like that?â You asked Brittany, plopping down on the couch between her and PJ. Rolling her eyes, PJ got up and left the basement, retreating upstairs for whatever reason.
Brittany seemed grateful for your company (and relieved at PJâs disappearance). âI donât know, babe,â she said, slinging her arm around you and pulling you close. âIâm sure she had a good reason.â
You groaned pathetically, resting your head on her shoulder. âI canât think of any.â
Brittany leaned down and kissed the top of your head, sympathetic to your feelings. You glanced over to the television area and saw Hazel staring back at you, watching your interaction with Brittany. She looked sad, not jealous, just sad. Those big blue eyes that would look at you with so much love were now pained, filled with remorse. She sort of resembled a kicked puppy, and every instinct in your body told you to run over and hold her, comfort her, before you remembered why you were angry in the first place.
Before you could force yourself to break your shared gaze, PJ suddenly came bumbling down the stairs again, holding an empty beer bottle. âLook what I found in the kitchen trash!â She exclaimed, commanding the roomâs attention.
Josie shook her head in disbelief. âWhy were you in my trash?â
âDoesnât matter! Now we can play âseven minutes in heaven!ââ PJ declared, moving to the middle of the room and gesturing for everyone to get the circle back together.
Brittany groaned, all too aware that this was just another one of PJâs stunts to try and get with her. It was your turn to be sympathetic.
âDonât worry,â you whispered to her. âIf the bottle starts to land on you during PJâs turn, Iâll intercept it.â
Brittany mouthed a âthank youâ before taking your hand and walking with you to join the circle. This time, you sat directly across from Hazel, as far away from her as possible. You could feel her sad puppy-dog eyes boring into you, but you refused to meet her gaze.
âAlright,â PJ asserted, rubbing her hands together. âIf thereâs no volunteers to go firstâŚâ
âI think our host should spin first.â Isabel interrupted, looking towards Josie with what could only be described as âfuck-meâ eyes.
Josie giggled as she took the bottle from a reluctant PJ and spun it in the center. Everyone watched with anticipation as the bottle slowed, almost stopping in front of Annie before Isabel grabbed it and pointed it towards herself.
âWow, what a coincidence!â Isabel exclaimed, much to Josieâs amusement.
The two held hands and disappeared into the small coat closet under the basement stairs. PJ rolled her eyes. âItâs no fun if you pick your partners!â She yelled after them.
One thing about 'seven minutes in heavenâ that no one talks about is what the rest of the group does during the seven minutes. Do you talk? Keep playing? Listen in? You certainly didnât know, and apparently neither did anyone elseâwith the exception of PJ, who set her phone timer before sitting with her ear pressed to the door.
âSo⌠whatâs everyoneâs summer plans?â Stella-Rebecca asked in an attempt to fill the silence.
Annie shrugged in response. âMostly working as a counselor for Vacation Bible School and protesting outside Planned Parenthood. Same old, same old.â
âWould you guys shut up over there?â PJ hissed from across the room. âIâm trying to listen to them fuck!â
Eventually, seven agonizing minutes finished with the screech of PJâs timer. âTimes up, lovebirds!â She shouted, throwing open the door.
The âlovebirdsâ stumbled out of the closet in a fit of giggles. Both of their clothes were wrinkled, hair disheveled, and Isabelâs lipstick was smeared all over Josieâs mouth. The couple was immediately met with cheers and jeers from the rest of the party as they made their way back to the circle.
âWow, thanks for warming up the closet for us you two,â PJ snickered. âNow, as for whoâs nextâŚâ
âHazel, why donât you spin?â Isabel suggested, seizing the bottle before PJ could and passing it to Hazel.
âOh, come on!â PJ complained, having been cockblocked yet again.
The group all shared a chuckle at PJâs dismay, especially Brittany who was laughing so hard tears began to form. PJ could do nothing but pout until the laughter died down and Hazel reached into the center, spinning the bottle.
Round and round the bottle spun, the group watching with bated breath. The hollow glass rotated, nozzle slowing, slowing until it finally stopped on no other than⌠you. All previously dissipated tension immediately resurfaced as the room seemed to still, everyone recalling the incident from earlier.
âYeah, you guys! Go in there and give us absolutely nothing!â PJ sneered, earning another smack on the arm from Josie.
You stared at the bottle, nozzle pointing directly at you, no question about it. Through your peripheral vision, you could see Hazel nervously fidgeting with her rings, unsure of how to proceed.
âMaybe we could⌠play something else?â Brittany suggested gently.
PJ clapped her hands together. âNope! Rules are rules. Get in there, you two.â She seized your hands and dragged you to the closet, throwing both of you in before slamming the door.
Hazel kept her gaze fixated on her fidgeting hands while you pretended to be very interested in a small tear on one of the hanging coats. After what felt like an eternity, you checked your watch. Only twelve seconds had passed. You let out a frustrated sigh. âWell, one of us has to say something.â
She glanced towards the door. âHow much do you wanna bet PJ is listening in on us?â
You shot her a glare, not finding her joke funny.
âIâm sorryâŚâ Hazel muttered, lowering her head again.
At that moment, all of the hurt, anger, and confusion you had kept bottled up to save face rose to the surface. âWhy would you lie to me?â You demanded, using her own line against her.
Her face crumpled upon hearing the true betrayal behind your question. âI didnât⌠I didnât mean toâŚâ
âHazel, you lied about losing your virginity to Stella-Rebecca. Thatâs such an odd thing to lie about, it doesnât make any senseâŚâ
âOk,â Hazel cut you off. âI didnât have sex with Stella-Rebecca...â
âNo shit,â you spat. âSo what, you like, want to?â
âNo!â Hazel insisted. âStella and I are friends. Iâve never thought about her that way.â
âThen why have you had me believing you slept with her?â You hissed, a weak attempt to keep your voice down.
She was at it again, fiddling with those goddamned rings. âI donât know, I justâŚâ she swallowed, hesitating. âYou told me about your first time⌠at summer camp⌠and you asked me about mine. We had just started dating. I didnât want you to think I was inexperienced.â
âHazel,â you sighed. âYou are inexperienced.â
âI mean, like, I didnât want you to see me as an immature little baby who didnât know what she was doing, so I panicked and made something up. I shouldnât have, Iâm so sorry. I really didnât mean to hurt you, I swear.â
The edges of your anger blurred as you realized fear had driven your girlfriend to a desperate lie. Poor Hazel, she looked shrunken, almost. She had drawn into herself, vulnerability exposed like a house of cards in the wind. You reached out and gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at you and taking her by surprise.
âHazel,â you cooed. âItâs ok that youâve never had sex before, I donât care.â
âReally?â She asked.
You nodded. âOf course I donât care. I just thought youâd been pushing me away because you didnât find me that attractive, butâŚâ
âWhat?!â Hazelâs exclamation took you aback, making you drop your hand. âThatâs not it at all! Shit, I was just worried Iâd mess up somehow, Iâve never been more attracted to anyone in my entire life! I think youâre the most beautiful person Iâve ever seen. No, really! Every time I look at you, Iâm like âholy fuck, how did I get so luckyâŚââ
You cut her off by crashing your lips against hers. Her body initially tensed at the sudden contact, but soon melted into yours as it had done so many times before. Your hands found the nape of her neck as you drew her closer, pressing her up against you as much as possible. Lip-locks with Hazel were familiar to you, but never had one been so passionate, so rough and yet reassuring at the same time.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were gasping to catch your breath, realizing you had inadvertently chosen each other over oxygen. You gazed upon Hazel, studying her flushed cheeks, her lustrous lips, and the way her shirt collar sat askew atop her shoulders. With the way she stared back, you could tell you appeared just as rumpled.
âWell thatâs good to know,â you giggled, reaching out to fix her collar. âListen, Hazel, youâre a virgin. So what? I donât care who you have or havenât been with before. If youâre not ready yet, thatâs perfectly fine, really. I would never pressure you into anything.â
Back at it again with those fucking rings. What the hell could you have possibly said this time?
âThatâs the thingâŚâ she began, her gaze fixated to the floor again. âI think I⌠I thinkâŚâ
âHazelâŚâ you whispered her name, placing two fingers on her arm and making her shiver.
âI⌠I think I am ready. Iâve been ready. For a little while now.â
Your eyes widened at her confession. âSeriously?â
She nodded. âYeah. I want you⌠uh, I mean⌠I want to do it⌠with you. I just⌠I donât⌠I donât know how toâŚâ each sputter was paired with imperceptible hand gestures, desperate to communicate something she didnât have the words to say.
âTo⌠initiate it?â You asked.
âYes! That!â She sighed, thankful you knew her well enough to understand her babbles. âI mean, should it be planned? Spontaneous? Do I just walk up to you and say âhey I wanna have sex?â Where do I do it? How? Can I just blurt it out of nowhere or does something have to be happening first? If so, then what?â
âHazelâŚâ she was rambling again. You placed your hands on both sides of her head, smoothing her hair. âThereâs no right way to initiate it, trust me. You can just do whatever youâre most comfortable with.â
She met your gaze again, head still caught between your palms. There was something different behind her eyes, though, something besides remorse or even vulnerability. Her brilliant blueâs seemed darker somehow, almost⌠hungry. You finally caught on when she snuck a glance at your lips, and closed the distance between you.
This kiss was different from the last: still passionate, but gentler, lighter, as if you were exploring for the first time. Her hands found your waist, loosely gripping the fabric of your top. You reciprocated, running your thumb over the hem of her tank top and accidentally brushing over a patch of bare skin. She flinched at the unfamiliarity, and you pulled away.
âAre you ok?â You whispered, forehead pressed against hers. She nodded, half-lidded eyes not leaving your lips. âCan IâŚ?â Your fingers hesitated just under her tank top, barely grazing the skin of her stomach. She didnât respond. She didnât need to. For the first time in her life, she let her body do the talking as she pressed into you, capturing you in another kiss.
Slowly, surely, your fingers inched up the underside of her tank top. You took the time to trace little shapes into her skin, moving from her waist, to her stomach, to the underside of her rib cage. Her breath hitched with each new touch; Hazel had always been ticklish, but the way your fingertips danced along her torso made her shiver rather than squirm. As her comfortability levels grew, your hand traveled up, further, furtherâŚ
âHoly shit, they were really gonna fuck!â
PJâs grating voice startled you apart like an unwelcome infomercial in the dead of night. You glared at your intruder standing in the wide-open doorway, a wicked smirk plastered on her face. âLose track of time?â
Hazel tugged at your wrists, and it wasnât until that moment when you realized your hands were still under her tank top (much to PJâs entertainment). With a mumbled apology, you detached yourself and helped her smooth out the fabric bunched around her ribs. Both of your faces were burning with a mixture of embarrassment and fluster.
âYou couldâve knocked, you knowâŚâ Hazel muttered, watching the floor as she left the closet.
âI couldâve,â PJ admitted. âBut whereâs the fun in that?â
The rest of the party watched with amusement as you and Hazel exited the closet. Your flushed features and darting glances did not go unnoticed, prompting a series of snorts and stifled laughter. Forget David Fincher, you two were your own movie.
âSo, I assume itâs safe to say youâve made up?â Josie asked cheekily, squeezing Isabelâs hand, who bit the inside of her mouth to keep from laughing.
âWe sure did,â you said with a sheepish grin.
Brittany couldnât help but snicker. âGuess that explains your rosy cheeks.â
You exchanged looks with Hazel as an idea suddenly popped into your head. âActually, Hazelâs cheeks are warm because she doesnât feel too good.â
âI donât?â Hazel asked.
âYou donât,â you repeated, shooting her a look. âIn fact, oh my, I do feel warm! We must be coming down with something.â
âWait, but I donât feelâŚâ Hazel seemed confused until she met your gaze and understood your plan. She raised her hand to her forehead, making a big show of collapsing into the basement wall. âOh, woe is me! It is true! I seem to have fallen ill! Cough, cough, wheeze!â
You had to fight the corners of your mouth to keep from curling. Jesus, this girl couldnât act for shit.
âYes⌠anyway we need to leave. Right now. We donât want to get any of you sick.â
âOh, Iâm sure thatâs the reason,â Josie sent you a knowing smirk.
You grabbed Hazelâs hand and ran with her up the stairs and out of the basement, the partygoers calling after you with whoops, hollers, and exaggerated kissing sounds. As the basement door creaked shut behind you, the last thing you heard was PJâs whiny complaint. âNo fair! Hazel gets pussy before I do?â
The two of you rushed hand-in-hand from Josieâs front door and piled into Hazelâs car, you in the passenger seat as usual.
She turned to you, keeping her free hand on the wheel. âAre your parents home?â
âThey never are.â
Hazel had to release your hand to put her car in reverse, pulling out of the driveway like a madwoman. You anticipated her fingers intertwining with yours again, but instead, she reached over and rested her hand on your upper thigh. Her thumb gently brushed across the denim of your jeans, sending flutters through your stomach. Hazel was getting bold.
The drive back to your house was nothing but perilous. Hazel had always been a reckless driver, but the sharp turns and disregarded stop signs were wild even for her. Arriving at your house, she parked haphazardly, jumping out before rushing to throw open your door.
âWell that was fast,â you teased as Hazel helped you out of the car. âLooking forward to something?â
Words seemed to fail her as she silently took your face in her hands, kissing you with the desperation of a castaway grasping for a lifeline. She had you pressed into the passenger door, hips flush against yours. Your palms rested on her collarbone, feeling her rapid heartbeat.
You gently pushed her away, almost swearing you heard the faintest whimper leave her lips. âWhy donât we take this inside?â You suggested, to which Hazel could only nod.
The two of you stumbled into your house, barely taking the time to break away from each other to see where you were going. When you eventually made it to your bedroom, you slammed the door behind you and Hazel thrust you against the white wood. You relaxed into her, expecting more kisses, but looked up to find her features filled with apprehension.
âHazelâŚâ you whispered, moving your hands to her shoulders. âIs everything ok?â
âY-yeahâŚâ she stuttered, her gaze dropping slightly. She had seized you by the hips, fingers hooked in your belt loops, hands beginning to tremble.
You gently lifted her jaw. âAre you sure youâre ready for this? Itâs ok if you changed your mindâŚâ
âNo! No, please. I need you so bad you have no ideaâŚâ she cut you off, her confession making you blush. âI just⌠I donât⌠I mean⌠Iâve watched some porn and read fanfiction butâŚâ
âHazel, sex isnât anything like porn or fanfiction.â
âOh fuck, it isnât?â She asked in disbelief, her wide eyes making you chuckle.
âWhy donât you let me lead, then?â You suggested, calming her with a tender kiss on her jawline. âGo lay down for me, yeah?â
Hazel did as she was told and moved to lie down on your pale-blue bedspread, a favorite of yours because you thought it matched her eyes. You stayed behind, stripping down to a bra and panties as Hazel watched with unblinking eyes.
âRelax, my love,â you purred, climbing onto the bed and hovering over her. You shifted, hips brushing against hers momentarily, causing Hazelâs eyelids to flutter and a sigh to leave her lips. A smirk crossed your face. âSensitive, are we?â
Hazel could barely speak through her pathetic little whines. âP-pleaseâŚâ
You planted a sweet kiss on her lips before trailing down to her neck, exploring her soft skin, discovering unknown sensitive spots: her earlobe, the nape of her jaw, along her collarbone. Your fingers flitted underneath the hem of her tank top, creeping up, up, until you felt the cool nylon of her sports bra against your palm. Hazel shuddered at the newfound sensation, and you pulled back.
âStill good?â
âGood,â she breathed. âYes, good.â
You hooked your finger under the neck of her tank top, coaxing her to sit up slightly. Pinching her shirt collar, you slid it off her shoulders before lifting the bottom of her tank, stopping with it bunched under her armpits. She finished the job for you, and you tossed the shirts aside, not caring where they landed.
Now she was left in a sports bra the color of fog, her nipples erect and poking through the fabric. You slipped two fingers under her band, looking to her for approval. She nodded, letting you peel it off until her tits sprang free.
âHoly shit, Haze,â you muttered, practically drooling at the sight of her naked breasts. Underneath the compressive sports bras, hidden beneath layers of baggy clothing, Hazel had perfect tits: round, firm, with little pink buds sitting like cherries on top of two scoops of vanilla ice cream. âHow could you keep these from me?â
Hazel let out a laugh that sounded more like a breath, not entirely sure how to respond. Leaning down, you took one of the swollen buds in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it while palming her other breast. Hazel threw her head back against the pillow, letting out cries of pleasure while her hands entangled themselves in your hair. You took your time, caressing, suckling, exploring every inch of her bare chest, memorizing each unique detail: a freckle on her dĂŠcolletage, a vaguely mushroom-shaped birthmark hidden beneath her left breast.
She was, for lack of a better word, perfect. You had been so distracted, so deeply buried in her cleavage, that you hadnât noticed time slipping away until you felt her pressing down on your head. Your name flew from her mouth in a desperate gasp. âI canât⌠p-please⌠keep goingâŚâ
âSo impatient,â you teased, mouth releasing her nipple with a pop. Hazel only whined in response, bucking against your stomach, hips urgently searching for some kind of release. You smirked, leaving her breasts and peppering kisses down her stomach, stopping when you reached the waistband of her gym shorts.
âOff?â You asked, though it was merely a formality at this point; you already knew the answer. She made a noise of approval, a mix between a groan and a squeak, and shifted her hips to allow you to slip them off her legs.
Now, there stood nothing between you two but the thin cotton of her slate-colored boxers. She was writhing, silently begging you to rip them off and have at her, but you couldnât help but stop and admire the growing spot of wetness that had accumulated through the fabric. Her hips sputtered, shook, pairing with her pitiful whimpers to plead for attention. You, however, had other plans.
âWhatâs your rush, Haze? Weâve got all night, donât we?â You were teasing her now, a wicked grin appearing as your fingertips danced along the elastic band of her boxers.
Her raised pelvis came crashing down onto the bedspread as she cried out in defeat. âFuck⌠please⌠just take them offâŚâ
You frowned, mocking her, using your thumb to gently encircle her clothed cunt. Her head sank further into the pillow, broken moans falling out of her mouth like beads from a shattered necklace.
âJesus fucking Christ, Hazel. Do you always get this wet?â You asked in disbelief. Her boxers felt like a saturated sponge.
âI donât know,â she sighed, fighting to keep her speech intelligible. âI donât think so, maybe. I⌠I need you⌠really badâŚâ
âNeed me?â You replied cheekily, wrapping your fingers around the elastic and slipping her boxers off in one quick motion.
Your girlfriend's naked body was now fully on display before you. You had to take a moment, admiring details of the areas she had never let you see before: a small mole on her outer thigh, or the way her hip bones protruded to form little ridges across her pelvis. Her chest heaved, lips parted ever so slightly as she awaited your next move.
âHazel?â
âY-yeah?â
âAre you ready?â
She took in a breath, blowing it out big. âMore than anything.â
You positioned your head between her legs, leaving feather-light kisses up and down her inner thighs. Her head tossed from side-to-side, body struggling to keep still with your mouth so close to where she needed you. Testing the waters, you ghosted a kiss over her clit, watching as she shuddered upon contact.
God she was sensitive.
Finally taking mercy on her, you licked a long, broad stripe up the length of her cunt, tongue lingering on her clit perhaps a bit longer than necessary. The cries that erupted from her throat were enough to send shocks through your own body. You moved to straddle her leg, grinding against it while you ate her outâa shift not going unnoticed by Hazel, only spurring her forward.
âOhmygod⌠Ohmygod fuckâŚâ your name tumbled from her lips amidst her breathless moans. She squirmed under your touchâevery lick, each roll against her shin setting her body ablaze. A smirk tugged at your lips as your mouth created a vortex around her clit, causing her eyes to roll back like a slot machine landing on the jackpot.
You didnât get to do this for very long before her plush thighs enveloped your head. âW-whatâŚ? It feels⌠I think, I think IâmâŚâ
âBreathe, baby girl,â you cooed, never taking your mouth off of her. âJust relax, cum for me. Fuck youâre doing so wellâŚâ
Her hands flew back to your scalp, legs shaking, guttural cries erupting from her throat as her orgasm consumed her. Fuck she sounded pretty. Her thighs kept you right where she needed you, only loosening once her breathing evened and she slowly came back to reality.
You lifted your head once her legs collapsed onto your bedspread, her bones feeling like jello. âWas that alright, Haze?â You asked, crawling back up to lay next to her.
âWow,â she sighed, pupils dilated into big black buttons. âJust wow.â She laid there a moment, silently recovering, wearing a dazed, blissful expression. But then her face shifted into something sour, almost uneasy. âI donât, I mean⌠I donât know howâŚâ
âItâs fine,â you ensured.
âItâs not,â she argued. âI mean, you were⌠and on my legâŚâ
âHey, Hazel,â you brushed her hair back, letting your fingers fall. âWe donât have to do anything else. Tonight was about you.â
âNo, no. Please, I wanna fuck you so bad, Iâve been daydreaming about it for so long.â
You couldnât have blushed harder if you tried.
âI just⌠I havenât⌠like you did with that girl from summer camp. What if I try and it isnât anything like that?â
âHazelâŚâ you reached for her face, kissing her reassuringly. âIt wonât be anything like it was with her.â
Her face fell. âIt wonât?â
âOf course not,â you replied. âWhat I did with her, it was just sex. Nothing like this, this is completely different.â
âWhy?â
You had to gather up the courage to say your next words. âHazel⌠Iâm in love with you.â
She finally faced you with wide eyes. âYouâve never said that before.â
âI know,â you said. âIâm saying it now.â
That blissful expression from earlier returned to her pretty face. âI love you too.â
You giggled, and she pulled you into another kiss. Her weight shifted until you were on your back, her body covering yours, legs on either side of your hips. She tried to emulate you, peppering kisses down your neck and chest until she reached the satin cusp of your bra.
âHow do⌠uh⌠I only wear sports brasâŚâ
You sat up, guiding her hands around to your back and helping her unhook your clasp. She slid it off your shoulders and tossed it aside without care, her attention fixated purely on the newly-exposed flesh in front of her. âHoly fuck,â she exclaimed on a sigh.
Another smirk crept across your face. âWhat? If I didnât know any better, Iâd think these were the first youâd ever seen!â
She shot you an unamused look before diving in, suckling at one of your breasts and pawing at the other. Her eyes stayed unblinking, watching you as your head relaxed further into the pillow and soft sounds spilled from your lips.
âAm I doing ok?â She asked in a whisper.
âMore than,â your voice came out soft and sweet, causing the tips of your loverâs ears to tint pink.
Hazel trailed downward, her soft lips leaving kisses all the way down to your stomach, her tousled hair tickling your skin. She paused at your cotton panties, her thumb passing over the fabric with uncertainty.
âNeed help taking those off too?â You quipped.
âDefinitely not,â she replied, seizing the waistband and sliding them off your legs.
Hazel gazed upon your naked body as if she were an artist, and you her masterpiece. Her hands hesitated before resting on your ribs, fingernails gently scratching down the length of your sides. She bent down, planting kisses on your hip bones, reveling in your quiet whimpers.
âHazelâŚâ you purred, and she got the message. Her hand slipped between your legs, fingertips tracing your entrance before sliding inside.
âOuch,â you hissed, sitting up in pain.
Startled, Hazel pulled her hand back. âW-what? What happened? Shit, did I hurt you?â
âKindaâŚâ you paused, trying to pinpoint the discomfort. It almost felt like she had unraveled a paperclip and impaled your coreâan unpleasant sensation you couldnât explain until you sawâŚ
âHazel,â you exclaimed with a laugh. âYou kept your rings on!â
âYeahâŚâ she muttered, cradling the hand that burned you. âI thought you liked my rings.â
âI love your rings,â you assured. âJust not inside me.â
âBut the characters in the fanfictions Iâve read keep their rings on, and the feedback is always positive!â
There was nothing you could do to stop yourself from giggling at her protest. âHazel, those fanfictions are written by people who probably havenât experienced the real thing. Trust me, rings up there? Uncomfortable at best.â
Hazel nodded, mumbling a sheepish apology and removing her rings before slipping two fingers back in. âBetter?â
âMuch.â
With her confidence temporarily shaken, Hazel began to move against you, slowly, steadily, studying your facial expressions. Each gasp, every subtle twitch helped her gauge what you wanted, what you needed from her. She may have gone in blind, but she was a gifted learner, and you her favorite subject.
Soon after Hazel regained her certainty, you started to feel that familiar ache within your core. âHazel⌠doing so good⌠my pretty girl⌠Iâm soâŚâ
She perked up, still keeping her hands where you seemed to want them. âReally? You mean it? Should I do anything different?â
You were about to shake your head, but stopped when you got an idea. âDo this with your fingers,â you demonstrated by curling your own.
She followed suit, reveling in your little mewls when she scratched against your g-spot.
But you werenât finished yet. âFuck⌠Hazel⌠almost⌠now just move your palmâŚâ
You didnât even get to finish your sentence. Hazel curved her palm, stimulating your clit, and your orgasm crashed over you like a flash flood breaking through a dam. Your back arched, legs shaking, chest heaving as you rode out your climax. Hazel wouldnât, couldnât look away; a moment ago she had been naive, inexperienced, but now the prettiest girl sheâd ever seen was creaming all over her fingers, and it was all her own doing.
Her movements halted at what she hoped was the right moment. She withdrew her fingers, curiosity overtaking her as she popped them into her mouth and moaned at the taste, instantly regretting not going down on you. Her mind swirled, flashbacks of what just happened mixing with the oblivion of what to do next.
âHazel,â you said finally. âCome lay down.â
She crawled back up to you, laying her head on the pillow. âDid I do ok?â
You giggled. âYou did perfect.â
A grin spread across her face, reaching from ear-to-ear. Her eyelids were already drooping. âIâm so tired.â
âMe too,â you rolled over, wrapping your arm around her waist and nuzzling into her hair. âGo to sleep, my love. Youâve had a big night.â
She snuggled up closer to you, muttering a barely-perceptible âI love youâ before drifting off to sleep.
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Hey man, thanks for the treats! So hereâs the deal, Iâm a 23-year-old med student, blonde, green eyes, skinnier than Iâd like to be, but Iâm literally too busy to do anything but study, let alone hit the gym like I really wanna. Even though "relaxing" ainât in my vocab right now 'cause of the stress Iâm livin' with, sometimes I treat myself to a Snickers bar. So yeah, thatâd be my pick!
You had never wanted to be that kind of guy, the one whose life revolved around school and studying. You had always been a hard worker, you had to be to get into medical school in the first place, but you had always prided yourself on having a good work-life-studying balance. It had never been easy, but throughout both high school and college you had managed to keep up your grades, work part time to save up for medical school, and have a satisfying social life with a number of close friends. Hell, back in high school you were actually fairly popular. Now that you were in medical school though, it seemed like everything else in your life was falling to the wayside. You didnât have time for hobbies, parties or friends, you didnât even have time for your old part time job anymore, as the hours conflicted with your new schedule. The worst part was that even after giving up all that you were still struggling to keep up. You had always been a smart guy, one who thrived in school, but now it seemed that no matter what you did, no matter how much you sacrificed, it wasnât enough. You couldnât imagine how hard things would get in two years when you had to do clinicals and actually work at a hospital. You hated to admit it, but your dream of being a doctor had started to feel like a huge trap.
Today was your first night off in months. You had just finished a big exam, one you were certain you only barely passed, and were overjoyed to finally have a moment to relax, even if you were too exhausted to actually do anything fun. You were so tired from everything and so happy to have some time that wasnât spent studying that you didnât even question the snickers bar you found in your pantry, convincing yourself you had bought it at a vending machine or something and simply forgotten. You tore off the snickers wrapper carelessly, and took a big bite as you flopped down on a nearby couch, your mind racing as you did. As the chocolate and caramel danced on your tongue, you let your mind wander, imagining if things were different. If you had gone a different route in life, one that allowed you a little more time to just be yourself instead of constantly working. You imagined a life where you didnât spend so much time worrying about your grades and where you didnât need to work a part time job to save up for college. Instead of studying you could have thrown yourself into something else, something fun like a club or a sports team. A part of you had always been jealous of how carefree the guys on the football club seemed to be, the guys who worked out for fun or to challenge themselves, not because they were trying to be responsible. Maybe if you hadnât been so obsessed with your future career, the one you were no longer sure you wanted, you could have been like them. You were fairly athletic in high school, but if you worked out seriously you could have gotten absolutely huge. You could imagine yourself with a body like one of those jocks, or even one better than one of those jocks. In your mind you could picture yourself with broad shoulders and beastly biceps. If you hadnât spent all that time working at a shitty job to save up for med school you could have had that. You could have joined a sports team, probably football or wrestling. You could have made friends with your teammates. Instead of being fairly popular you could have been the big man on campus! You can almost picture yourself playing football, working out with the guys, making out with cheerleaders. You never thought you wanted a life like that, and had always thought of people who lived for pleasure and fun as being frivolous, dumb even, but⌠looking back, you canât help but wonder what it would have been like, what you would have been like.
You relaxed into the couch and let your imagination start to run wild, your body tingling as you did. You imagined going from high school and into college, not having to scrimp and save like some loser, getting by on family money and your football skills. You imagined not worrying about grades, cause only nerds and losers did that, and instead just enjoying your life as an all around stud and football god. You imagined having a different major, probably something cool like business or kinesiology, something that would help you open your own gym one day so that party wouldnât have to stop when college did. You imagined a life where instead of always working towards a future that disappointed you, you enjoyed the here and now. A life where you could just relax.Â
You had gotten so lost in your thoughts that it took you a moment to realize you had finished the Snickers Bar. As you realized you had eaten the whole thing without even thinking about it, you felt a slight chuckle escape your lips, one that quickly grew into a manly guffaw. Did you really just eat the whole Snicker Bar without even thinking about it or enjoying the taste? That was the one cheat on your diet you allowed yourself a week! You could be such a dumbass sometimes. Not that it really mattered. Being smart was for fucking geeks.
You laughed a little as you tried to remember what you had been thinking about moments before. You could swear you were wondering about what your life would be like if you were different⌠but why would you ever want to be? You had a killer body, great bros to hang with, a sweet job as a personal trainer, and chicks and twinks throwing themselves at you almost every night. Why would you want your life to be any different? The idea of you wanting to be anyone besides the awesome, laidback stud you are⌠its fucking laughable!
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@Teru Minamoto . . . (*´-ď˝*)
Tags: FLUFF + MAJOR ANGST, Teru x f!apparition!reader, youâre both 17, THE WHOLE TEXT, doesnât follow tbhk lore (but it follows most apparition laws) SPOILER WARNING
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I. Friends . . . ?
You donât exactly know when this âfriendshipâ came to be, but here you were, swinging your feet while sitting on the table he was working at. He seemed so focused on the documents. What you didnât know was, he would take small glances at you every chance he could.
Heâd look at you out of the corner of his eyes, he could see your smile, the way your legs swung, and he could hear your quiet humming to a familiar soothing tune. For a guy who claimed to be from a family of great exorcists, he had a hard time even beginning to imagine exorcising you.
âTeru-kun..â You softly called out. âWhat?â He spoke a bit harshly, he didnât even bother looking at you. Teru had to act nonchalant and a bit cruel, he didnât want you to think that he had a soft spot for you that grew over the course of a few years.
âDo you remember when we first met?â You giggled softly as you spoke. Vague, yet meaningful questions, those were the ones that youâd always ask him randomly. And youâd deliver it with that cute smile of yours, god.. how he hated it.
âYes, why?â He replied, still not turning to face you. âWhy didnât you exorcise me then?â That question made the blood rush to his face, which in turn, made you laugh. âTeruuu!! Youâre all red!â
âShut up.â He huffed as he continued reviewing the documents. The grumpy student council president really didnât want to show you that he had grown fond of you, but you knew deep down that he had a weak spot and that you were the one poking at it.
. . .
After he finished reviewing and correcting the documents, he cleaned and packed up. He walked towards the door, but just as he was about to exit, he looked back. âDo you.. want to walk with me to the gates?â He asked you.
âYes please!â You replied cheerfully.
Teru knew that you couldnât leave the school, you were bound to it for some reason. Heâs asked you multiple times, but every time youâd shut it down. No matter how much he revamped the question, you just wouldnât answer.
. . .
The two of you walked toward the schoolâs gates. As you got to the edge, he awkwardly smiled and looked back. He stood beyond the gates, and you stood inside. You faced each other as the wind blew gently. âSee you tomorrow?â
âSee you tomorrow Teru-Kun.â You smiled softly. As he turned away to walk home, you tried to reach out for him to no avail. You couldnât leave the school, this is your home, your place, where you were . . .
II. Bound . . .
TW: Murder
The year was 1972, you were 17 years old, top of your class, and student council president at Kamome High School. Of course you were aware of the apparitions that roamed the corners of the school, you werenât stupid after all, but you also werenât heartless. You refused or shunned any act of exorcism until an apparition openly harms someone.
You would often help out students who had problems with the apparitions that strode along the halls of the school. They were successfully encouraged to be kinder, and open their eyes to the supernaturalâs presence. Apparitions werenât something to be afraid of, for the most part, they did no harm. Co-existence was practicable.
Students and apparitions walked the halls freely. It was a peaceful time in Kamome High. Everyone knew you and had grown fond of you, their smart, kind, and thoughtful council president. All but one person was happy with everythingâthe secretary.
âIâm tired of this.â The secretary angrily declared as she stood up from her seat and banged her palms on the table. She had called a private meeting in the councilâs room, just the two of you, which you happily agreed to.
You kept a worried expression on your face, standing at the end of the table with your hands behind you. âTired of what?â You asked softly and politely. âIâm tired of following you around!!â She yelled. âBe friends with the apparitions?! You just want everyone to think that youâre this good girl!!â She then pulled out a knife from under the table and looked at you with a horrible amount of blood lust.
She ran straight towards you with the knife securely in her hands as she cursed âIf you love this school and apparitions so much then die here and become one!!!â You tried to stop her by holding her wrist, but she twisted her arm and that gave her access to stabbing you in the stomach multiple times. That was it.. you were meant to lead a great life. You had everything, now you had nothing.. you couldnât even see the people you loved one last time.
After that day, rumors had spread that it was an apparition that killed you. It hurt you deeply, and so you decided to hide in a closet in the student council room, sleeping for decades. Maybe thatâs how it was supposed to go, maybe you were meant to die to be able to meet . . .
III. Minamoto Teru . . .
2011, 39 years after your murder, Minamoto Teru was roaming around the school. The Minamoto clan was well renowned for exorcism, which earned them a high status among those who believed in the apparitions, and so, he was permitted by the schoolâs head to be inside the campus before the school year had started.
He could sense an apparition in the room beside him. Teru immediately entered, ready to exorcise, but he saw nothing. He began searching around the room, after a while, he decided to open a large closet. Your eyes widened as you came face to face with him.
Teru was stunned as he saw you. He had never seen an apparition that only seemed a few years older than him. âYâ youâre a child..â He spoke softly.
Despite claiming to hate supernaturals, he just couldnât wrap his head around exorcising you. âIf youâre going to exorcise me, please do it quickly..â You spoke softly. Your words made him freeze, you sounded so sad.
âIâm not going to exorcise you.â He scoffed. Teru tried to put on a brave face, no one can see him go soft. He may have been handsome and charming, but he sure wasnât vulnerable. âIâll let you stay but you have to do things for me, got that?â You just nodded in response.
After that day, the two of you were inseparable in school. You made sure no one else saw you but him, only Teru had that privilege.
You would always do what he asked, but most of the time, you were cheeky with his requests. The both of you grew fond of each other. Sometimes, heâd be sweet. Teru would stay in school late most days just to spend more time with you, heâd tell his friends he just has to fix some documents, look for a book in the library, or any other excuse.
. . .
There were times where youâd catch him with other girls, mainly trying to boost the positive feedback on his persona. People loved that he was smart, charming, helpful, handsome, and kind, he was the whole package!
Heâd never admit it but heâd rather spend all that time with you, just you and him. He wanted to be able to bring you to his favorite places, but he doubts that heâd ever be able to do that.
. . .
Decades after the start of your slumber, it was Minamoto Teru that woke you up. He hated having to leave you in school every night, he wishes he could break the . . .
IV. Curse . . .
Now back to the present, 2014, although Teru wasnât aware of the âcurseâ you had, he knew that there was something that was preventing you from leaving the school, a boundary or a curtain perhaps..
This day was no different than any other since he met you. He saw you the moment he saw the school, you were standing after the gate with a huge grin on your face. âGood morning Teru-kun!â You greeted politely as he walked in with his brother.
He smiled softly at your greeting, you were just so.. cute!! Sometimes, he couldnât help but smile a bit at your words, your tone, your smile, just.. everything about you made him happy too. He patted your head and greeted you back âGood morning..â
You canât even call her a cute name? God Teru! Youâre such a coward!!
Those were the thoughts that ran through his brain. He desperately wanted to be more open, yet he also wanted to act strong. His iron mask shall never falter, not even for you. But then, you gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, as a good morning maybe??? So he could change... just a bit for you.
He blushed profusely and looked at you as his brother was walking away, he was glad that Kou didnât see what you had done. âWâ what..?â You just smiled as he turned into a blushing mess.
. . .
During his lunch break, he sat with you in a locked area in the school. Of course he had the key to it, he was the student council president after all! He couldnât take his mind off the fact that you werenât able to leave the school, he also knew so little about you, but you probably knew so much about him. It always shocked him how much you really knew.
âTeru-kun.. are you okay?â You questioned, snapping him out of his thoughts. âYeah.. yes! Iâm okay..â He replied. âYou seem to have something on your mind..â You spoke softly. Was she worried? Iâm so excited.. sheâs so cute! What??? Shut up. Iâm rambling.. talk to her before she gets suspicious!!!!
âI know you donât like to talk about it⌠but.. how did you become an apparition? Wâ why canât you leave the school?â He stammered a bit. Please.. tell me the truth..
You sighed and finally decided to tell him what had happened, and the exact words the secretary said before you died. He looked at you, his expression had a mix of shock and worry. You made it so hard to be nonchalant and a bit cruel.
He got closer beside you and wrapped an arm around your waist, hugging you closely to his side without uttering a word. You found his gesture to be sweet even if he didnât say a thing, you knew that it was already a big thing for him to give you physical affection.
You leaned your head on his shoulder in an intimate yet chaste display of affection. I just wish I could break the curse.. he thought to himself. Just this one thing in his life.. he just wanted this one thing to go as he wants it to.
âDo you know if you can break the curse?â He asked softly. âI donât know.. Iâve never tried.â You spoke.
. . .
Throughout that week, the both of you tried and tried different techniques to get you out of the school. He tried pulling you out, carrying you out, rushing you out.. but nothing seemed to work. The both of you were tired.
You stood face-to-face, him being beyond the gate, looking down at you with sad eyes.
âI wish I was born the same year as you..â You mumbled as you started to cry softly. âWhat? Why?â He asked worriedly running up to you and hugging you. âShh.. donât cry..â
âThen I would still be a human.. and you wouldnât have to stay in this school all the time..â You sobbed as he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. You hugged him back, crying, crying, and crying. He sighed and picked you up as you just kept crying. He went back to the councilâs room with you in his arms.
âYouâll be leaving after your third year and Iâll.. still be here.â You mumbled as he placed you on the table, wiping your tears again. âItâs much more dangerous to be a human yâknow?â He tried to soothe you stupidly.
âBut.. at least Iâd get to be with you.â You replied as you sniffled. He chuckled at your words and expression, trying to look unaffected. âYouâre so sweet for me..â
That night, he stayed at school, it may have been unconventional, but he just couldnât bear to leave you, it was all too much⌠maybe if we wait, things may . . .
V. Change . . .
This chapter follows after Aoiâs death (Listen to Fortnight while reading this).
Something felt different today.. it felt like I was being called back to the Far Shore. I canât go back.. not now..
You decided not to tell Teru, you didnât want him to worry. The day went on as expected, he had his classes, he spent time with you, and now, he was about to go home. But then, you stepped past the gate âTeru..â you mumbled softly.
He was ecstatic to finally see you out the gate. âHâ how..?â You finally got out.. after years he was going to be able to take you out, he could show you his favorite places, and possibly gain something more. You smiled softly and hugged him.
. . .
Every day, the call back to the Far Shore got stronger and stronger. You still havenât told Teru. Itâs been weeks since you could first go out. You stayed at his house, locked up in his room when his parents were home.
He told you that heâd take you to a garden today, one of the few things you told him about yourself is how much you missed the prefecture. Now that you could go out, he wants to show you all of it. âLetâs go?â
âMhm!â You replied. He smiled at your sweet hum. Youâve never seen him so happy before. This was a side of him that only you saw. He could be nice and he could be mean, it depended on his mood. But he always tried to be nice to you, you were just too important to him.
. . .
You walked side by side, he had the urge to hold your hand, it was just too tempting. The both of you had been more intimate before, but it felt so different this time. âCan I.. hold your hand?â He asked you politely.
The way he looked at you, it was as if he was seeing the stars for the first time. You looked up at him and smiled softly, grabbing his hand in the process. His fingers laced with yours and he gave your hand a small squeeze. âYouâre so cute..â
âTâ thank you..â You spoke softly as butterflies swarmed your stomach. The both of you walked through the busy streets happily. He would squeeze your hand on occasion, he loves reminding himself that youâre holding each otherâs hands.
. . .
You finally arrive at the garden, it was beautiful. The grass was green and happy, the flowers were bright and beautiful, everything was perfect. Being able to share it with Teru made it all better.
âItâs beautiful Teru-kun!!â He just stared at you as you looked in awe of everything. He loved seeing you so happy, âlivingâ your childhood, and enjoying. You kept showing him random things as he smiled at you, keeping a tight grip on your hand. âLook Teru, the pink flower is so pretty!!â
It was ironic really, you were prettier than any flower heâs ever seen. He finally stopped you and held you by the waist with one hand with his other still not letting go of yours. âI love you..â He spoke softly as he looked down at you. That was all he needed to say.
You looked up at him, dumbfounded. You love me? How could someone like you love me..? As these thoughts circled your mind, the call to go back to the Far Shore got exponentially strong. You were starting to disappear..
Teru looked at you, scared, scared that the person he had just confessed to would disappear forever. âDonât leave me now..â He pleaded as he held you tightly. âTeru..â You spoke softly as you started to cry.
âTeru I love you..â
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can i pretty please have the extended version of what happens in zaynes exclusive tutorialâŚâŚ. asking for a friendâŚâŚ..
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Internally, I was dreading this. As a Deepspace Hunter, low-key yet high end, relaxed events were not something I was accustomed to. While it was a nice change from the chaotic atmosphere of my own work, I couldnât help but worry I may embarrass myself.
When Zayne first invited me, I was a bit surprised heâd ask me of all people. I was sure the man was convinced Iâd, at some point during the night, make a fool of him and myself. Though I was pleased he thought of me, and honored to be chosen, it put the stakes of the night higher.
I tried to make myself as fancy as possible, without overdoing it, because I was convinced these people would know I was trying too hard. I mean, they were all top med school alumnus who probably made more in a day than I made in a year.
Walking in with Zayne, the club lighting was low with soft jazz playing in the background. I scanned the perimeter, and observed the people around. Nearly everyone had brought a companion, and I smirked to myself. Mentioning I could tell why he brought me along, I gestured for him to lean down to my level.
âDid you feel left out because everyone else brought someone? Is that why?â
Zayne looked back at me, âYes. Itâs why I invited you.â
âLame⌠I thought youâd make up an excuse and deny it.
Bantering with him for a second, one of his classmates approached us. The two make small talk with each other, when the man finally introduces himself as Steven to me, reaching out for a handshake. Before I can even respond, Zayne quickly grabs my hand instead.
âLetâs find a place to sit down and talk.â
-
Sitting at the bar with Zayne and his classmates, I get to finally turn off my brain and just listen. All of them go on and boast about him, Steven particularly going on about his pool skills. Zayne sits comfortably with the attention, and itâs safe to assume heâs well accustomed to being the center of it all; though it didnât last when I quickly caught his eye, as he gave me a helpless look.
âDo you want to go somewhere else?â He whispered to me, an edge to his voice that was practically begging me to get him out and away from these people.
Zayne grabs his drink, assuming I was going to agree, and I stop him. He gives me a confused look as I turn my body to fully face him. Deciding to have some fun, the drinks Iâve had giving me some liquid courage-
âI havenât seen Dr. Zayne play pool either⌠Is he really that good?â I smiled at him.
He pauses, lips forming into a tight line, âAh, so youâre ganging up on me.â
I was pushing the right buttons.
While another classmate comes up to Zayne, doting all over him like the others, as he goes on about âhands on learningâ with him.
I smirk inwardly, taking a sip out of my wine glass. Oh yeah, I thought to myself, Iâm gonna use that one.
After the man leaves, Zayne playfully pinches my ear, âI could see you eavesdropping from a mile away, did you find anything interesting?â
I looked up at him through my eyelashes, âI heardâŚâ Pretending to think for a second, I looked around the room, then back at him, âyouâre incredibly considerate to your juniors and are highly respected by everyone, Dr. Zayneâ
He sighs, looking away, clearly unsatisfied with my answer. âI guess you can be niceâŚâ I tapped his shoulder.
Zayne raises an eyebrow, âYou guess? Do I not treat you well?â
Shrugging, I shake my head and raise my hands, feigning innocence, âItâs hard to sayâŚâ I take another sip out of my glass. âYou never did any âhands-onâ learning with me.â Sticking out my lower lip in a pout, âAnd everyone says itâs an honor to be taught by you, sirâŚâ
Putting down my wine glass, I sigh, âI wonder when Iâll get to experience itâŚâ
âIt seems you truly do want to learn about surgeries.â Zayne retorts.
âWho says it has to be for work?â
He looks at me, almost startled.
âFollow me.â
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On the club's second floor, the billiard hall is tucked away, secret, and empty.
Perfect.
Walking forward, I circle around one of the pool tables.
âWhy are we playing pool all of a sudden?â Zayne asks from behind me.
I flip my hair and look at him over my shoulder, âBecause I wanna learn from you of course. Dr. Steven was praising your pool skills, but youâve never mentioned them before.â I pushed my back to the table, leaning back on my hands.
Zayne walks up to me, âHe was drunk and just rambling.â
âOh? He said you were really goodâŚâ Cocking my head to the side to look at him, he stared back at me with intent, âLike a professional.â
âMaybe because a surgeon has steady hands.â
âThen-â I stood up straight again, crossing my arms and smiling sweetly, âitâd be nice if I could get some tips from you.â
âWhile I canât give any tips per se, we can play.â He looks at me and smiles back, âIf you want.â
Picking out two cue sticks, handing me the shorter one, he walks to one of the tables in the corner, âHave you played before?â
âOnce or twice. People say I have potential,â Zayne raises a brow at my confidence, âbut I âcan playâ.â
âAre you gonna be strict with me, sir?â I playfully swing around the cue stick. Zayne crosses his arms, leaning into me, âStrict teachers make outstanding students.â He states, âLetâs start.â
Gesturing for me to go, I lean over the table, feeling his eyes boring into me. I hold my breath as I hit the ball, the only sound in the room the echoes of the balls scattering.
Zayne chuckles under his breath, and I look back at him, âDid I do something wrong, sir?â
âYou have more than enough strength. If you adjust your posture, youâll see better results.â
âI need you to help me identify my weak spots via âhands-on learningâ, sir.â
I watch as his facade begins to crumble a bit, before he quickly regains himself, âWeâll have to work on your posture then.â
Coming up next to me, I stand up straight as he leans down over the table, âLike this. Place your right foot backâŚâ He strikes, graceful as ever. When I try, I look like a klutz.
Bent over the table, he comes up behind me. âRelax,â He whispers, âyouâre too tense.â He places his hand on my back, and almost as a reflex to his touch, my waist immediately bends. âNow youâre too relaxed.â He clicks his tongue as I become jelly under his touch.
âRelax your left arm. Allow it to bend naturally.â His arm snakes up under mine, âYour head, right arm, and the cue stick should form a straight line.â
He places his hand softly on my cheek, shifting my head to the left, âHow is it?â
âIt,â I winced at the uncomfortable position, âhurts a little.â
I hear him smile, âThat means itâs correct.â
Making a face, I try to give him my most pitiful look.
âYouâre so harsh, sir.â
He grabs my chin, making me face the table again. The gesture makes me gasp.
âDonât tilt your head.â Zayne remarks, âYou messed up your posture again.â
âIs there an easier way? Like something I can do without much trouble?â
âYes, but are you sure you want to do it?â
I groan, my body feeling stiff from holding this pose for so long, âBring it on.â
I feel him shift from beside me, âDonât move for now.â
Zayne comes up behind me, positioning himself where his chest is flush against my back. Reaching his arms around me, one of his hands comes up to grab mine. Lowering his head, I feel his breath on my neck as his lips settle next to my ear, âYour rhythm with the cue stickâŚisnât quite there yet.â My eyelids flutter closed at his voice, âYou need more hands-on training.â
He directs me carefully, âYou should neither be too fast nor too hesitant.â His words sound distant as all I can focus on is the feeling of his body pressed against mine, as heat spreads in between my thighs.
My hand is enveloped in his, and the back and forth motion of the cue stick slows down, âMove the cue stick three or four times..â He instructs, everything about this feeling overwhelmingly provocative, âStop at the point closest to the ballâŚâ
âDid you get that?â He whispered, turning his head away from the pool table to face mine.
âYeahâŚâ Was all I could muster back.
Softly smirking, he turned back to follow my vision, âKeep your eyes on the ball, oneâŚtwoâŚthreeâŚâ I think I may actually combust if he keeps this up.
âStop, and pull back the cue stick.â
He loosens his grip on me, âSnap out of it. Are you even listening to me?â
No, not really Zayne. I can really only focus on not grinding back into you right now.
âAh yes,â I cough, âPull back the stickâŚâ
âVery good, just like thatâŚâ I bite back a whimper and the urge to rub my legs together at his praise, he knows good and well what heâs doing.
âNowâŚstrike.â
I hit the ball, and when it goes in I snap out of whatever hypnotic haze I was in.
âItâs in!â
Zayne pulls back, and I stand up straight, placing my hands on my hips. âDid you see that? It was a great shot! Iâm so coolâŚâ Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I flash him a smile.
âI did.â He smiles warmly back, âYouâre not a total beginner.â
âMaybe itâs because I practice shooting all the time. Or, itâs possible Iâm a prodigyâŚâ I started regaining my confidence after it had ever so slowly faltered on the pool table.
âPerhaps.â Zayne shrugs, âTo be honest, all you need to be good at pool isâŚâ
He leans over the edge of the table, looking over at me. My breath hitches at the sight.
âA steady hand, precision, and a calm attitude.â His eyes bore into mine, âOnce youâve locked into your target, donât let go.â
I swallowed. Even though he was clearly talking about the ball, it felt oddly personal.
He has me play a bit more, teaching me as I go. I easily earn his praises and they ring like music in my ears.
âIf a student does a good job,â I remind him, âshouldnât they get a reward?â
He considers it for a second, âWhat do you want?â
Confidence bubbling up again inside of me, I sigh dramatically. âWell, it might be difficult to hit this next ball. Help me.â
âIs that all?â Zayne asks, clearly not convinced. Pausing before coming to help me, I give him a smug look, âWhatâs wrong Dr. Zayne? Are you scared?â
I was pushing my luck, and loving every second of it.
He frowned, âProvocation doesnât work on me.â
âThen come here.â I nodded toward the pool table, giving him a sweet smile.
Zayne inches towards me, only moving slightly closer.
âCloser.â I demand, âOr else I canât reach it.â
He gives me a confused look, âWhat exactlyâŚâ
I grab him by the collar, pushing him back onto the table. Zaynes cheeks turn pink as he stares up at me with a shocked expression. Lips slightly agape, I can see a million thoughts running behind his eyes. The dumbfounded look on his face makes me want to take him on the table right now.
âLook,â I pout, âthe ballâs so far away. I think itâs time to use a cue rest.â
I tap the cue stick on each side of his head. Zayne narrows his eyes at me, âUsing cue rests would be overkill.â He sits up, and I use the stick to slowly tug out his tie, âAnd this,â he glares, âis inappropriate.â
Though he feigns annoyance, the look in his eyes is a dead giveaway.
âButâŚâ I pull the stick away leaning towards him, my breath dusting his ear, âI think youâre enjoying itâŚâ He looks down and away at the table, clearly embarrassed, âI shouldn't have taught you so muchâ he mutters.
Running my fingers through his dark hair, I slowly tease my hand down his body, caressing his face, down to his chest, down to where I see where heâs aching for me to touch the most. I coo at him when I see the desperate look in his eyes, and quickly snap my hand away before I reach the bulge growing in his nice slacks.
Zaynes face is red hot as he sits up on the table enough that heâs eye level with me, âWho taught you to use your teacher as a cue restâŚâ he frowns.
âWell,â I place my hand on his chest over his heart, âthis cue rests heartbeat is going to ruin my accuracy.â I tut.
âIs it my heartbeat affecting your accuracy, or yours?â His hand comes up to caress my cheek, âIf you actually want to learn, I can show you another wayâŚâ
Zayne leans in, lips almost to mine before I grab his shoulder and push him back. He looks at me, wide eyed at the denial.
âSir, this seems to be lacking professionalism.â Crossing my arms across my chest, his lips curve at my attempt to scold him.
âWerenât you just using me as a cue rest?â He leans back in, âTalking about professionalism⌠is a bit too late.â
As he grabs me by my waist, I push him back onto the table again as a reply. The gesture only lasts a few seconds before Zayne smiles at me, quickly sitting up and using his hand around my waist to reverse us; flipping me onto my back and onto the table, he settled in between my legs. I squeak at the sudden change, as he now hovers over me, my head caged between his arms.
âWhy donât you let me show youâŚâ Zayne pulls back, standing up straight. He grabs his cue stick, âWatch closely, Iâm only going to do it once.â
Pushing his chest against mine, he goes for the ball right behind my head. His head hovers right above my face, and I lean up to place a kiss on his adams apple right as he strikes the ball. I have half a mind to bite into his neck, but he quickly stands back up as he watches the ball go in.
He looks down at me, and Iâm sure I look utterly disheveled. From where he stood in between my thighs, my dress had ridden up high enough that every inch of my bottom half was almost on display for him to see. My hair was splayed out around me on the table, and my chest heaved with the breath I was so desperately trying to catch.
The sexual tension that had slowly built up throughout the night was now thick enough to cut with a knife. Smiling softly, Zayne tilts my chin up, caressing my jaw as his thumb slowly parted my lips, dipping it past my teeth and pressing it against my tongue. âPretty little mouthâŚâ he mutters, staring at the way his finger sits in between my lips. I look up at him through half-lidded eyes, sucking down on his thumb.
He frowns, âAlways such a tease.â Zayne sighs, picking up my ankle, pressing a kiss to it. I craved his lips on mine, but I always enjoyed the shows heâd put on for me. He continued to kiss up my calf, closing his eyes as he felt my skin against his lips.
âZayne.â I demanded, and he looked at me annoyed, as if I was interrupting something.
âYes?â
âKiss meâŚâ
He leaned down, nose brushing against mine, but not meeting my lips. I pushed myself up, trying to connect us, but he pulled away at the last second. Frustrated and tired of his games, I grabbed Zayne by his tie, crashing my lips against his, pulling him down on top of me onto the table.
âBehave.â He groaned as I took his bottom lip in my teeth, tugging softly. Grabbing my wrists with his hand, he pinned them above my head. Zayneâs free hand roamed up my thigh, fingers dusting over the place I was praying for him to touch the most.
I squirmed under him as he toyed with the lace on my panties, never dipping his fingers past. His grip on my wrists tightened, lips leaving mine so our eyes could meet. Waves of lust crashed in his green eyes.
âWhat do you want?â His lips kissed down my neck and chest.
âYou to touch me.â I whimpered.
He tsked, âBeg.â
âIâm sorry?â
âYou heard me. Or do I need to teach you how to do that too?â Zayne nipped at my collarbone, then kissed the skin.
âPleaseâŚâ
âWhat was that?â
âPlease, Zayne.â Everytime I said please, his fingers inched closer to the arousal pooling in between my thighs, âZayne, please, please, fuck, please.â
I felt him smile against my skin, and he dipped a finger inside of me.
Clenching around him, I moaned at the satisfaction.
Zayne groaned, âGod, youâre so wet. Youâve been eager all nightâŚâ Pumping in and out, I stifled my whimpers and moans against his shoulder. He let go of my wrists, and my hands flew to his collar, gripping for dear life as he added another finger.
Tracing his thumb on my clit, two fingers curling up inside of me, Zayne always knew just how to make me come undone. He could get off on this alone, watching me fall apart underneath him by just his hands. I was seeing stars, thinking nothing could get better than this.
Zayne pulled away, and I cried out at the emptiness. He stood there for a second, just taking all of me in, âYouâre so beautiful.â He took off his tie, gently grabbing me by the back of my head and lifting it up so he could tie the fabric around my mouth as a makeshift gag.
âAs much as I love to listen to you, I donât want anybody else to hear. Is that all right?â
I nodded at him and he smiled, petting my cheek, âGood girl.â
Reaching forward, I palmed his hard on through his nice, business slacks. The idea of them being around his ankles as he takes me on this table was enough to almost make me cry from joy. Sighing at the friction, Zaynes eyes fluttered closed, and I worked my hand up and undid his belt. Getting too eager, he freed himself, and slid my panties down to where they loosely dangled off one of my heels.
âI wish I could take my time with you,â He pressed his tip against my opening, âbut this will have to do.â Sinking all the way down to the hilt, I choked out a muffled scream, squeezing my eyes shut as the tie killed my lewd noises.
Zayne grabbed my chin, fingers digging into my skin, âEyes open.â He demanded, pulling out, and slamming back in, âKeep looking.â
Already overwhelmed from the stimulation he provided earlier, tears welled up in my eyes from just how good all of it felt. The impossibly delicious way he could fill me up, lips dancing across my skin as he chased after his own pleasure. His hand gripping into my hips, most likely leaving bruises, as he drilled into me; kissing my palm before biting into the skin to muffle his own groans.
Zayneâs skin glistened with sweat, the top buttons of his shirt undone, his lips red and swollen from my aggressions. He railed into me like a maniac, like he was fucking starving. Gracefully, his hand found its way back in between my thighs, finding the bundle of pleasure that made me cry out. At the feeling I blinked out tears, my eyes burning from the mascara I was practically sobbing away. I was moments away from ruining this table beneath me, and Zayne knew that.
He grabbed my neck, almost as if for stability as he picked up his pace. Desperately rolling his hips against mine, I clenched down around him âJust.. like that, oh... God." He moaned. I lifted my hips up to meet his thrusts, trying to chase my own release and his. Zayne looked me in the eyes, squeezing the hand around my neck, âMy girl. Mine.â He groaned.
With one last thrust and his praise, I was screaming behind the tie, shaking from my release beneath him. Digging my nails into his biceps, his hips stuttered, and with a moan he pulled out, finishing all over my nice dress.
Zayne nearly collapsed on top of me as we laid there for a while, just soaking in the aftermath. As he pulled away, I watched him cringe at the mess he had left on me. For some reason, I started laughing.
âWhatâs that for?â He questioned.
I continued to giggle, âI didnât know you were that good at poolâŚâ
âIf we had more time, Iâd show you more of my techniquesâŚâ
Slapping him on the shoulder, I sat up, and he swept me off the table and back onto my feet. Brushing my hair with his fingers, he attempted to wipe away the mascara stains on my cheeks. âI know the back way out of here,â He pressed a kiss to my temple.
(divider by cafekitsune)
#zayne x reader#zayne x you#zayne x y/n#love and deepspace zayne#zayne#l&ds zayne#lnds zayne#lads zayne#lads#lnds#lnds smut#lnds fluff#zayne love and deepspace#zayne smut#zayne fluff#zayne x mc#love and deep space
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Dom!Matt x fem!reader
in which~ y/n had a crush on Matt but his friends/football teammates found out and teased you about it, he joined in on the teasing to hide the fact that he has feelings for you but six months later, youâre desperate for a ride to school and Matt is your only option.
warnings~ p in v/ unprotected (donât be silly,wrap up your willy)/ use of baby, sweetheart, y/n, praise kink, cursing
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I stretched my limbs as I tried to peel my eyes open from my sleepy state. "y/n! Hurry up!" My mom shouted at me, afraid id miss the bus.
"Frickity frickity Frick" I mumbled to myself as I looked over at my phone and saw the time reading 7:15, my bus runs in literally like 7 minutes, theres no way I was gonna make it. I opened up my contacts and called and texted at least five of my friends in hope that I could get a ride from one of them but I failed.
I clicked on my last contact I was going to try and started to call my friend Nick.
She answered and her soft voice spoke "Hey y/n!"
"Hey Nick! Is there any possible way that you could give me a ride to school today?" She hummed to herself as she thought about it.
"im sorry girl, Matt took my car today. He has some thing after school but I can call him. He should be able to pick you up!" He chimes.
"No no no, id rather walk. Thank you tho." I say before we bid our goodbyes and hang up.
I meant that, i really would rather walk. Matthew sturniolo has been my biggest enemy since last year, when I first started high school and became friends with Nick. I had an obvious crush on matt even though he was a bit older. His friends found out because matt overheard me talking to Nick about it one time and his friends started to tease me about it and eventually matt joined in and ever since then, they make jokes and poke fun at me anytime I see them.
"y/n! Why are you still in your fucking pajamas?" My mom says angrily from my door.
"Mom its okay, matt is gonna give me a ride!" I spurt out quickly, just not wanting to get into an argument with her.
âMatt? oh! Itâs been forever since you guys have hung out.â My mom says, her mood quickly changing to a more joyous one. I roll my eyes at her words and she tells me she loves me before she leaves out for work.
I stand up and put on a pair of black jeans and a dark blue body suit that accentuates my body perfectly. I finish straightening my hair, my luscious blonde locks flowing perfectly down my shoulders. I sit down at my vanity and apply a few makeup products, really just mascara, and a bit of highlighter. Mid way through my routine, i remember i havenât called Matt yet. My hands start to tremble a bit as i scroll through my contacts in search of his name.
I reluctantly click the call button under his name and the ringing of my phone makes me shudder. After just two rings, he picks up.
âY/n?â His deep voice grumble from the speakers on my phone.
âHi Matt! Can you give me a ride to school?â I say peppily, not wanting him to give me any shit.
âIâll be there in five.â He says before hanging up.
well, that was easy. i think to myself before spritzing myself with some perfume and slipping on my shoes. I grab my bag and walk through my house.
I get to the front door and see trey pulling in.
perfect timing.
The sight of Matts truck parked in my driveway makes me nervous. I push the nervousness down, pulling all of the courage i have out of me and I start walking down my driveway.
Once i step out of my door, he immediately steps out of his truck and walks to the passenger side and opens the door up. He stands leaning on the door, a small smile on his face.
why is he being so fucking nice?
âHi y/n.â He says in a seductive voice while his eyes trail over my body. The way heâs looking at me sends a heat straight to my core but i try my best to ignore it. I shoot Matt a side eye and a nod of my head as i step up into his truck. He places his hand on my lower back for support as i climb into his vehicle which has me crossing my legs in the passenger seat. Matt looks at me with a hungry look in his eyes as he shuts the door for me and walks over to the driver side.
He climbs into the seat and takes a deep breath in before turning the key over.
âThanks for picking me up.â I say in the most nonchalant way that i can.
âYeah, i mean- you havenât talked to me in almost 6 months so i was surprised youâd wanted me to.â Matt says while looking at me, our eye contact holding strong.
âI didnât have any other choice.â I say with a shrug of my shoulders and i can see the pain flash in his eyes as i finish my sentence off and i immediately feel bad.
âNo- I didnât mean-â I start to correct myself but he cuts me off.
âI get it y/n. I really do- donât apologize sweetheart. Iâve been an asshole to you for so long and i let my friends make jokes and iâm just- iâm so fucking sorry. I was a coward because you made me- feel things.â Matt spurts out, his confession surprising me but making my heart skip a beat and my pussy convulse at the name he called me.
âMatt-â I start to speak but he cuts me off yet again.
âCan you come to my football game tonight?â He asks impatiently as he starts to pull out of my driveway.
âMatt, you know i hate going to school functions.â
âPleaseâ He says quickly.
âOkay, iâll be there.â I say reluctantly. I donât even really know why he wants me there but it seems important so i agree.
The rest of the ride is silent, just Matt glancing at me every few minutes and at some point his large hands made their way to my knee, slowly trailing up my thigh as i squirmed around in my seat, Matt glancing at my neediness but his hand never moved to my heat.
âHere you go sweetheart.â Matt says as we pull up next to the busy school entrance.
âArenât you coming?â I ask him.
âIâll be here later.â He says with a small smile as he unbuckles my seat belt for me and walks around to open my door. His truck is raised high off of the ground but Matt is so tall that his head is still up to my level when heâs standing on the ground in-front of me. He puts his hands around my waist and picks me up out of his truck. I giggle as he sits me down on the ground. He chuckles and tells me heâll see me later.
As i walk into school, all thatâs going through my head is Matt.
the things he said to me were definitely more than âfriendlyâ
why is he being so nice?
is this another joke?
the way his hands were all over me thoâŚ
sweetheart?
why does he want me at his game tonight?
i made him feel things?
what things?
i spend the rest of my school day and the whole ride home and the whole time iâm getting ready for the football game also thinking about Matt. The thoughts about him in my head are inevitably erotic and i genuinely canât help it.
My mom drops me off at the game and i pull at the tight shorts on my legs as i hop out of the car. I walk up into the bleachers and i find a seat that gives me a perfect view of the field. Matt comes out of now where and runs up to the fence that separates us.
âcâmere!â he says loudly, i can see his friends behind him starting to laugh and i get nervous and all of memories of them poking fun at me make me sick and i want to run out of there.
ây/n baby, i said to come here.â Matt demands in a soothing yet firm voice that makes me feel safe. His friends behind him starts staring and looking confused. I am too but i listen to try and walk over to stand over the fence. His eye black is starting to smudge and his hair is tousled perfectly and iâm so close that i can smell his manly musk.
As soon as iâm standing slightly over Matt, he pulls his hands up to my head and pulls me down to him and immediately shoves his lips onto mine. The feeling of his mouth moving over mine is something iâve wanted to feel for so fucking long. I groan into his mouth as his tongue slips into mine and i can taste the saltiness of his mouth and iâm
craving more. I audibly groan when he pulls away, his lips swollen and pink as he runs back to the field. His friends just staring at him angrily and confused as he flips them off and walks down the field with a smile on his face.
what the fuck just happened?
and why is his whole football team staring at me?
Matt yells at his friends from across the field.
âhey! shitheads! stop staring at my girl and get your asses down here.â
I get butterflies at him calling me âhis girlâ but then i remember the months of teasing he let his friends do to me and i wipe the smile off of my face quickly. Maybe i should let myself enjoy this tho?
Throughout the whole game, my internal monologue argues with itself. By the end of the game, i decide i want to give him a chance. I believe what he told me. Matt sweaty figure runs up to the fence at the end of the game, they won of course. Iâm clapping and smiling at Matt, his eyes looking directly into mine. He puts his arms out over the fence and motions for me to walk over. I do so and he puts his hands on my waist and picks me up over the fence and pulls me onto the field. I smile up at him and he immediately kisses me again.
His friends and even his coach âooooâ-ing at us as he gives me a desperate yet gentle kiss.
âIâve wanted to kiss you ever since you showed up to my house with your fucking sparkly pink jump rope for cheer practice almost two years ago.â he whispers into my ear as he pulls away. My face goes red with embarrassment.
âYou played good.â I say with a proud smile.
He flashes his white teeth at me before one of his friends, jacob, comes up behind Matt. i sigh and immediately get nervous because jacob was one of the main people who teased me. Matt looks over at jacob with sharp eyes, as if heâs warning him to not say anything to me. Jacob just smiles at me. âIâm sorry y/n, i was a dick to you and owen for a long time.â
I nod with a small thin lipped smile.
âyou wanna get out of here sweetheart?â owen says to me. I nod my head and he smiles at me as he takes my hand and walks us out of the stadium.
as we walk through the busy parking lot, murmurs from people in our small town are heard.
âew heâs like- old as fuck.â
âdidnât he literally bully her?â
i block out the noise, Matt squeezing my hand as a sign of comfort.
We get into his truck and i immediately look over at him. âMatt. why?â
he looks at me confusedly. âwhy what?â
âwhy did you want me to come tonight?â i ask timidly. He laughs out loud and i grow confused.
âyouâre oblivious. I wanted you here tonight so i could kiss you in front of all of the assholes who used to give you shit.â he says with a genuine smile of happiness as he rubs his hand up and down my leg.
âOh.â I say quietly as it clicks in my head. âOh!â i say once i get it.
âcmon sweetheart itâs late. iâll get you home.â Matt says as he reaches over to buckle my seatbelt for me, his long fingers grazing over my chest. Butterflies erupt in my stomach and heat grows between my legs as owen starts his truck and pulls out of the parking lot. His hand is resting on my thigh and quiet music plays, my window cracked slightly allowing some of the cold friday night breeze to flow through the cab of his truck. Every smidge of cold air that hits my skin makes me shudder. My body is extremely sensitive to the touch right now. I look over at owen and his dark eyes are trained on his hand thatâs resting on my leg. âyouâre so beautiful y/n.â Matt says in a low, seductive voice as his thumb draws circles on my inner thigh.
âpull over.â I say nervously, trying to muster up all of the courage that i have. Matt smirks, knowing what i want as he pulls over by an empty desolate park by some trees that offer a good enough coverage. As soon as he shifts into park, i immediately swing my legs over his lap so iâm straddling. My lips are on his in a hot, sweaty and passionate kiss. The smell of sweat and grass still on Matt makes me impossibly needier.
All of a sudden- Matt pulls my face back.
âPatience baby.â Matt says with an attractive chuckle.
âyouâre not gonna fucking tease me all day and then tell me to have patience Matt.â i say firmly as i slowly start to rock my hips back and forth on him, making him groan out.
âoh- donât- god, y/n.â he says as he throws his head back and shuts his eyes in pleasure as his eyebrows knit together.
âNuh uh, you owe me six months worth of apologies. Youâre gonna be the one making me feel good, yeah?â i say deviously as i cease my movements. Matt eyes open up and meet mine, a smile playing across his features as he laughs and nods his head yes.
âi guess youâre right about that one sweetheart.â he says as he quickly puts a hand on my back and turns me so my back is against the passenger door of his truck as he pulls my ankles up to his shoulders. I groan out as i arch my back needily.
âcalm down pretty girl. let me take care of you.â he says softly as he pulls my shorts down my hips. His eyes clench shut together for a second. âyouâre so perfect.â he praises as he starts to kiss up my thighs.
âMattâŚâ i moan out as he gets closer to my core.
he starts to kiss over my clothed cunt before slowly pulling my panties down.
âyouâre so soaked. all because of me?â he speaks seductively as i bring my fingers up to his hair and pull his head closer to my pussy impatiently. He laughs out loud before licking a stripe up me which pulls a loud moan out of me. His tongue moves against me quickly and skillfully, pulling more and more noises from me.
âOh youâre doing so good for me sweetheart.â He says against my cunt before ducking on my bundle of nerves.
âMatt- iâm gonna-â i pant out, unable to form a coherent sentence.
âFinish in my mouth, let me taste you.â he says, which sends me over the edge, screaming his name as his head gets squeezed between my clenching thighs.
I pant out as i come down from my high as owen continues to lick me clean like a starved man.
âgood?â he asks with an egotistical expression on his face.
âiâve had better.â i say sarcastically with a shrug.
âYeah i bet.â he says as he pulls my shorts back up my legs for me.
I sit up straight and fix my hair in his mirror before i buckle my seat belt and Matt starts to drive again.
ây/nâ Matts deep voice speaks out, diverting my attention to him.
âhm?â I hum out.
âI love you.â he says with a small nervous smile on his face. My stomach immediately erupts in butterflies and a smile forms on my face.
âI love you too.â I say as i intertwine my fingers with his.
#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo smut#nick sturniolo#sturniolo smut#sturniolos#chris sturniolo fanfic
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YOU NEED TO MAKE MORE DAD!SUKUNAđ Itâs just soo good!!!, Iâm literally obsessed with Dad!sukunađŤśđť
lol hereâs a little snippet to start the day, in other words I had a domestic dream đĽşđ¤
Jujutsu Teacher Sukuna AU
Somewhere in another time line Sukuna became a not so dedicated teacher at Jujutsu high school still after having turned himself into a curse, even 1000 years he landed a spot on the higher upâs board it hilarious when they try to execute someone and he completely disagrees.
They learned quickly is Sukuna disapproves of their actions agree with arrimen Sukuna. Donât go behind his back and try to do it either. Heâs not afraid to kill everyone and replace the entire board of Higher Ups
Then one year he met you, you came in from the sister school to be teacher. Usually he tried not to mess with staff they only last so long anyways. But maybe it was that time he saw you banging your head in the drink machine because you used your last bills to buy a drink and it got stuck. Or maybe it was that time Gojo and Toji surprisingly decided to team up against you and you managed to hold your own.
It was when YOU started to pursUE HIM he became really intrigued. At first he became annoyed because not to far behind the corner he could hear the snickering and âOh sheâs really doing it!â âSheâs a brave woman to try and flirt with himâŚâ âWhat are you idiots do- oh, this could be interesting.â âshhh, I canât hear what heâs saying!â
You didnât notice when he flicked his wrist, but you did hear your coworkers panic and the rushed steps. Looking back confused you were more confused when you looked back at Sukuna and he was leaning forward getting face to face with you before squishing your face in one of his hands. âYou do understand you proud Jujutsu Sorcerers donât live very long, so give me one good reason you want my attention.â
You wanted to badly to look away from those demanding red eyes, to pull away and breath the God given air, instead here you were getting dazed off his musk and cologne. Feeling his warm hand squish your face, nails lightly pressing against your skin. Smash- swallowing you had one chance to do this right. Donât stutter, donât fear, breath, donât rush, donât show him WEAKNESS.
âI J- ahemâ ah.. I messed up already, âWait let me restart- Okay Iâm ready, Iâm not gonna stand here and promise happiness smiles and endless love, praise and worship. Iâm not gonna lie to your face and tell you everything you want to hear and pretend itâs all sunshine and rainbows. When I go on a mission Iâm not gonna say I promise to always come back that would be a fools move. But at least in my last moments Iâd have to privilege to remember you and all those wise words you used to tell me like. âDumbass thatâs why you keep more than two dollars in your wallet.â Or âLiving to please others and dying with regrets if no helping everyone is vain, Live to please yourself at least in your final moments youâll have some sense of fulfillment.â So like it or not Iâm here to please myself if you say No and tell me to fuck off and send me on my way. I wonât regret having asking. If you say yes, well I wonât lie I wouldnât really know what to do or say I came in expected to be rejected and humbled.â Finally your eyes left his, you were oblivious to stare he had. He wasnât completely amused but he wasnât bored of your words either. âLook at me.â You did, âyou didnât bore me entirely with your little ⌠speech so Iâll give you one opportunity. Sunday, I have an early mission, meet me here at 4 in the morning and Iâll tell you with me. After I finish you can have the rest of my day or until I get bored.â
He didnât get bored⌠it turned out you amused him so much more when you werenât surrounded be suits.
And thatâs how you ended up here.
âYuji donât say something stupid love canât protect anyone.â Nobara rolled her eyes, âYuh huh, your words canât hurt me because my mom and dadâs love protects me.â He puffed his chest out crossing his arms and smiling with closed eyes, missing the book Nobara was throwing at him. A solid sound was made, Yuji was wide eyed, the all to familiar wrist holding the heavy book just in front of his face, âCareful Miss.Kugisaki itâd be a shame if you caught extra missions for disabling another student from completing his own.â Yuji smiled proudly, âSee, protected.â
Sukuna rolled his eyes, âGet to class Fushiguro was on your ass last time for being late to class.â He nodded his head at Yuji who just smiled sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, âAlright.â Of course the Trio ran past you greeting you with âHi Mrs.Sukuna!â Good morning Mom!â âMorning Y/n Senpai.â You watched them all keep running until your husband stood next to you offering you the Coffee Cup he had been drinking. You were distracted by one thing âWhy do you have our photo album?â Sukuna felt his eye twitch, âDamn brat.â Was all he mumbled tucking it under his shoulder, âYour son believes your love protects him.â
You laughed, âOUR son believes OUR love for him protects him. Considering your holding that book Im assuming Kugisaki tried to throw it at him or you were reminiscing on that time you had to save them from a Special Grade ambush and when you had to carry them all out Yuji was sniffling how he knew he could count on you to be there for him.â
He looked away, âHigher ups are lucky I only wiped out half of them.â You rested your head on his shoulder pulling the album from him. âAaww this is Yujiâs baby albumâ you cooed seeing the picture of Sukuna holding Yuji next to a bouquet of âItâs a Boy!â Balloons. In the background you could see the blur of Geto smacking Gojo on the back of the head.
Sukuna is secure as a man and father đĽš
So itâs not a surprise to you when you come home late from the school and find true form Sukuna threatening to break the sofa under his weight coddling 15yo Yuji đĽš
As much of a brute people have him to be, Yuji might be his only son, and he might call him brat and roll his eyes a lot. But heâd be damned if he were truly a bad dad. In a whispered conversation he told you about everything that happened on Yujiâs mission. How the mission was purposely miss graded and they basically walked into a special grade curses domain. Sukuna had no doubt in his mind that if wouldnât have been the one over seeing their mission the first years wouldnât have walked back out alive.
Yuji was alright the entire ride but when he got home he broke down crying, speechless gasping for air. Thatâs when Sukuna pick him up carrying him over the sofa, coddling Yuji wasnât as easy now that they were almost the same height, so he turned to his true form. And let Yuji cry, scream and hold onto him. Rubbing his back, holding his head against his shoulder, just talking to him to comfort him. âDo you remember that time we went to the park, and you wondered off to far chasing a duck.â Yuji nodded still sniffling, âYour mom was scared shitless when she couldnât find you.â He laughed and Yuji laughed lightly, ây.. yeah I remember I jumped into the pond and then you and mom started screaming and then jumped inâŚâ sukuna laughed louder, âY/n was so mad but she couldnât stay mad when she saw you with that little duck.â He patted Yujiâs back resting his chin on his head. Soon Yuji fell asleep.
It led you to find him this state. You asked him to go lay him in his bed, he did. He came to help you make some comfort food, it was hilarious when you asked if he could use dismantle on vegetables and it turned out he could. Now over the table in the wall is a sign that says âMalevolent Kitchen.â
The house that night was filled with the soft sounds of cooking, you and your husband talking about whatever came to mind. The Golden pot boiling with whatever broth you made. Sukuna was fighting the rice cooker while you tempura fried some shrimp and rolled some noodles to cook
It was well past 9 when you heard Yuji coming, both of you turning to see him walking yawning and rubbing his eyes. Bare feet padding along the kitchen floor. âCome sit down Yu you gotta be hungry.â you fixed him a large bowl of noodles with Tempura shrimp. On the side were the massive Onigiri Sukuna had made, he even tried to use the nori stamp to put little faces on them. More often than not they have 4 little crooked eyes that looked mad but it squeezed your heart how he laughed to himself saying âYujiâs going to love these.â
He did, you watched as he bit into it rice sticking to his face. âThese are good dad what did you fill them with?â âNitamago we forgot to pack em for lunch so.. improvise I guess.â You both sat down with Yuji talking and eating. Just enjoying the free time you had together before Sukuna would go commit another crime against the higher ups đ¤đ¤
Yeah đĽš
Im here 10-1 in the morning đ¤ It took all day to type this out đđ
Also a lot of my co workers walked out today 𼚠it was rough
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When Tulips Kiss | Hwang Hyunjin SMAU
CHAPTERS: đđ TWENTY-EIGHT | TWENTY-NINE | đđ THIRTY
WORD COUNT: 3k (not proofread)
CONTAINS: profanity, mentions of insecurities, mentions of cheating, soft boy hyunjin finally appears!
the second time?
âWow⌠And here I thought you guys were actually getting somewhere.â Changbin sighed disappointedly while shaking his head at the same time. âI gotta give it to you though, youâve got some fucking balls. I think the guy deserved the beating for instigating shit like that, to be honest. He was provoking you and he simply got what he was asking for, it was clear he wanted a reaction out of you.â
After Jeongin had left, the rest of the guys went inside Hyunjinâs room, demanding an explanation. So here they were, giving him their commentary and opinions on what happened.
âI was on your side up until the part you said you called Y/N a bitch and lashed out at her as well. You canât blame her for checking up on the guy, he took a lot of hits, and MAYBEEEEE you went a little overboard. But like Changbin said, he was asking for it. Though, she couldâve done something to defend you.â Felix butted in as Hyunjin sat there quietly, nodding with each comment his friends add on.
âI wish I could take everything back. Well actually, I could live with knowing I beat Heeseung up twice, but hurting Y/N? Holy shit Iâm literally setting myself up for failure.â Hyunjin covered his face with his hands and dragged his cheeks down, groaning.
âYou should apologize as soon as possible. Even if you think she wonât forgive you, itâs better to apologize as soon as you can, rather than wait it off.â Chan patted Hyunjinâs back in comfort before smacking the back of his head.
âHey!â
âDonât start complaining now, that was barely anything compared to what you did to the poor dude.â
âYeah yeah.. What do I even tell Y/N? She probably doesnât even wanna talk to me.â Resting his chin on his hand, Hyunjinâs mind flashed with outcomes one after the other of what could end up happening when he apologized.
âIf you really want to make things right, you need to tell her everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. Stop pussying out of telling her your side of what happened in high school. If you told her from the very start and if you werenât stalling, this all could have been avoided. In fact, Iâm almost positive that she would have stood up for you when Heeseung started talking all that shit.â Minho rolled his eyes as Chan nodded at him in agreement.
âTell her everything that you felt too. Not just what you think happened. You need to be clear with your feelings and how your mind processed everything. Be vulnerable with her, and sheâll open up to you.â Chan offered additional advice. âAnd for fucks sake, do NOT do this over text. This is something that is meant to be talked about IN PERSON.â
âShe would probably slam the door in my face if I showed up. She definitely hates me now,â Hyunjin mumbled and pinched his nose bridge in annoyance, but he wasnât annoyed at you. He was annoyed at himself.
How could he have been so reckless to break down all the progress the two of you had built up together?
âSo what? Face it. At least you could tell yourself that you tried, and at least you could let her know that youâre trying to make things right.â Felix put his hand on Hyunjinâs shoulder with a determined look. âAnd donât give up so easily either! I believe you can make things right!â
âYah! Youâre Hwang Hyunjin and you could get any and every girl you want, remember?! You got this! You can get your girl back, even if it takes longer than usual!! You just need to put in more effort!â Changbin joined in with Felix on the encouragement whilst wearing a smile on his face.
âSheâs not just any other girl though. Sheâs everything to me and I canât bear to think of the fact that I even hurt her. I fucked up really badly. Iâve already lost her once, I donât think I can handle losing her again.â Hyunjin wallowed in his sadness as Minho let out a rather loud groan.
âOh shut up and get your ass off the bed. YOU. ARE. GOING. Right now. You donât wanna lose Y/N? The longer you wait to see her and apologize to her the more time you give her to slip through your fingers. Get your sorry ass up and show her just how sorry you are.â Minho grabbed Hyunjinâs car keys and shoved them into his hand before dragging him out of his room, through the hallway and the living room, and practically throwing him outside of the house.
âGO. APOLOGIZE.â Minho shouted sternly for the last time before slamming the door in his face.
Hyunjin blinked in surprise, not expecting this to happen at all. Despite that, he composes himself together and gets inside his car to rush on campusâto your dorm roomâpraying to anyone, anything up above who would listen to his hopes of you letting him explain everything.
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Chuu was in the kitchen talking to her girlfriend on Facetime when she heard the knocking on the door entrance. Glancing at the top of her phone screen to check the time, it read that it was 11:23 PM.
âWhat the fuck? Who could be knocking at this hour?â Chuu whispered over the phone, her grip on it tightening subconsciously.
âHuh? Is everyone in the dorm already there?â Sooyoung, her girlfriend, asked in concern.
âWell, no. But they said theyâll be gone for the weekend. Should I open it?â Chuu looked at the door nervously, a small shiver running up her spine.
âCheck through the peephole just in case. Be careful.â Sooyoung warned as Chuu nodded and slowly crept to the door, peeking out through the hole in the door.
Standing there was Hyunjin who was checking the watch on his wrist. Chuu watched him intently, confused as to why he was there.
âItâs just Hyunjin, Y/Nâs⌠friend? I guess you could say that?â Chuu was still unaware of what happened that day, and so she still thought you and Hyunjin were friends. She watched Hyunjin look down at the floor and turn away. It wasnât until he started walking away that Chuu finally opened the door.
âHey, you here for Y/N?â She called out as Hyunjinâs head perked up, turning back around towards the dorm.
âYes, actually. It is okay if I could come in and talk with her?â He asked awkwardly and fidgeted with his fingers, nervous that heâd get rejected without even having the chance to see you face to face. To his relief, Chuu nodded at his request and opened the door wider.
âYeah, sure. Sheâs in the room, by the way. Donât do anything inappropriate.â Chuu pointed her finger at his in an accusatory way but laughed right after, indicating that she was just joking around.
Hyunjin laughed along with Chuu a little bit before giving her his thanks and making his way toward the door of your room.
âOkay sorry Honey, I let him in but Iâm back now~â Chuu hummed contently and went back to talking with Sooyoung.
Meanwhile, with Hyunjin, he knocked on your door softly so as to not startle you. âY/N? Itâs me, Hyunjin. Can we talk? Please?â He spoke in a gentle tone and waited for a reply. He was met with silence instead, so he considered just walking away and giving up. That was until he remembered his friendsâ words to him.
âAnd donât give up so easily either! I believe you can make things right!â Felixâs voice echoed in his mind.
âThe longer you wait to see her and apologize to her the more time you give her to slip through your fingers. Get your sorry ass up and show her just how sorry you are.â Then Minhoâs voice echoed.
They were right, he couldnât back away now and risk losing you. Not again. Not ever.
âY/N, Iâm coming in, okay? Tell me now if you donât want to see me tonight and I wonât. But Iâll be back tomorrow.â Hyunjin speaks out and still, no response. So he does what he said he would do, and he opens the door to the bedroom, only to find it empty.
Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he looked around the roomâwhich wasnât even big, to begin withâfor you, but you were nowhere to be found.
He sighed in disappointment and started to walk out to leave until he heard the door to the bathroom open, and there you were.
You stood there, frozen in shock as you made eye contact with the boy. If you had known that Hyunjin would be there waiting for you, you would have brought spare clothes to the bathroom and changed there instead. But you didnât know, so you were standing there in a damp towel, water droplets pittering on the floor from your hair.
âI⌠wow.â Hyunjinâs mouth was agape and blood rushed to his cheeks seeing you. Itâs not like he hasnât seen you like this before. He has literally seen you naked before, but you still had the same effects on him, as if it was his first time seeing you like this. His mind went blank. Or maybe into a frenzy? Either way, he wasnât thinking straight as he gawked at the sight of you. He was telling himself to look away, but his body wasnât obeying him.
You stood there with a red face that matched his before grabbing the closest plushie to you and throwing it at his face, smacking him. âTurn around!!â You squealed and tried covering up as much as you could, but there wasnât much you could do with a towel.
Hyunjinâs eyes widened as he snapped out of it, quickly turning his body around and squeezing his eyes shut.
âShit⌠Iâm so sorry holy fuck shit damn oh my god.â He cursed as embarrassment overcame him. âHow long was I staring??? She probably thinks Iâm a pervert now. Great!â Hyunjin thought in his head, mentally losing it.
He heard rustling and shuffling of things behind him before you cleared your throat.
âAhem.. You can turn around now.â You crossed your arms as Hyunjin turned to look at you with an embarrassed expression on his face.
âWhat did you need to say?â You got straight to the point and Hyunjin gulped nervously, mentally preparing himself for any possible outcome that may happen from this conversation.
âIâm⌠Sorry.â
âIs that seriously all you have to say?â You raised an eyebrow and scoffed in irritation.
âNo! I mean, no. Sorry for raising my voice.â He licked his lips and took a deep breath in before exhaling.
âIâm so sorry for what happened today. I know Iâve already said it, but I truly am.â He started off apologetically. âI donât know what came over me, I donât know what possessed me to say those awful things to you. No words can describe the extent of my regret, Iâve never wished for anything more than to take back the words I said to you. They donât reflect on what I feel about you at all, not even close.â
Your face softened a bit and you walked towards him, sitting down on the bed as you patted next to you, and he, almost instantly, sat down.
âI believe you. But It still hurt to hear those things, you know?â
âI know. I wish I didnât hurt you. But fuck, it hurt so much to see you choose Heeseung over me for the second time. I couââ
âStop right there. The second time?â You looked at him in confusion, and he looked back.
âThe first time was in high school?â He stated, or questioned. He stated it more so to ask if you were aware, but you stared at him, lost.
ââŚHuh?â
So you didnât know. He was wrong all along. He doesnât think this a lot, but this is one of the few times he was glad that he was wrong.
âBack in high school when we were together. I came in a little late for our daily meet up, and I saw you in the library with Heeseung.â Hyunjin clenched his fists at the memory, looking away so you wouldnât be able to see his face.
âYou two were whispering in each otherâs ears, laughing. I wasnât able to hear what you guys were talking about except for one thing. He asked you out on a date, and told you to keep it a secret from me and to make an excuse as to why you couldnât hang out with me that day. Then he asked for your number, and you gave it to him. I left, because I didnât want to hear any more. Thatâs when I started ignoring you. I started pushing you away because I was hurt. I didnât want to talk to you because I knew that if we talked, I would have automatically forgiven you and I would've let you keep hurting me. I would've let you continue to cheat and I would've pretended to be oblivious to it because at least I got to have you in some way. So I ignored you to spare myself. I lacked the self-respect to confront you about it.â You heard Hyunjin sniff, so you gently grabbed his chin to make him face you, a singular tear running down his face.
He was crying.
You gave him a small, but sad smile. âI wish you wouldâve told me, I would have explained everything. Hyunjin, we were talking about you. In a good way, of course. He was asking you what presents to get you for your surprise birthday party the following day. The âdateâ he asked me on was so we could look for gifts to give to you together. It was nothing like that, I promise you. I loved you too much back then to ever cheat. I wish you trusted me.â Your small smile slowly turned into a small frown instead and you cupped his cheek as he nodded.
âI was stupid. I still am. But fuck, Y/N. You were so perfect. You still are. It scared me. I didnât deserve you, and I was so scared that you were finally realizing that you deserved more than what I could give you. You deserved better than me, and my insecurities got the best of me. Heeseung is just⌠so much better than me in so many aspects and I couldnât help but assume the worst. Taller, smarter, more athletic, and fuck, Iâm not even gay and I could tell that the motherfucker is beautiful.â He chuckled a little bit and you giggled at his last statement.
You opened your mouth to say something in disagreement, but Hyunjin beat you to it and held the hand, YOUR hand, that cupped his cheek. âIâm so sorry Y/N, Iâm sorry for everything. Please forgive me, Iâll be better I promise. Iâll make it all up to you if you would give me another chance.â He cried as more and more tears bubbled out of his eyes and streamed down his perfect face, and your heart ached at the scene in front of you.
âHyunjinâŚâ You mumbled softly, but he didnât seem to hear you through all his crying.
âIâmâŚin love with you Y/N. After all these years Iâm still in love with you. I was.. I was in denial at first. I didnât want to believe that after all this time, after all the effort I took to forget about you and move on, that it was all useless. But there's no denying it anymore. I love you. I wantâ no. I NEED you. I donât want to lose you again.â Hyunjin got up from beside you, only to drop down to his knees in front of you, bringing your hands to his forehead.
âYou donât even have to love me back. I know you donât. Just pleaseâŚâ He sobbed, âPlease donât leave me. I can handle us just being friends. Iâm fine with that just please donât leave me. I donât want to live a life that youâre not in.â Hyunjin begged brokenly, looking up at you with pleading eyes, tears flowing endlessly.
You could feel yourself tearing up and your lips quivered as you knelt down to his level and hugged him.
âYou fucking idiot. Youâll always be better than Heeseung in my eyes. Youâre perfect to me. Iâm not leaving you, not ever. I may not love you anymore, but youâre my friend. You have me, okay? Please stop crying, I hate seeing you like this. Honestly, Iâll still need time to fully accept your apology and forgive you, you were a real asshole today. But just know, Iâll forgive you eventually, and Iâm not leaving.â You sniffled as he buried his face into your neck, attempting to stop.
âThank you so much. I donât deserve you, youâre an angel.â He whimpered and wrapped his arms around your waist.
You guys sat there for a while in each otherâs embrace, and you waited until the cries died down to pull away and caress his cheek.
You stared into his bloodshot eyes, and he stared into yours. Even after crying his eyes out, you still thought he was the most beautiful man to exist. You offered Hyunjin a smile as he weakly smiled back.
âIâm getting sleepy, can I sleep now?â You giggled as his face turned red, immediately getting up.
âShit, I'm sorry. Iâll get going now. Thank you for keeping me as a friend, I wonât ever hurt you ever again.â He took your hand and helped you get up before giving you one last hug.
âYou donât need to thank me for that, I want to keep you in my life too, silly. Now get going.â
You walked him out of the dorm room and waved goodbye, watching the silhouette of his figure grow smaller and smaller, until he was out of site.
What a day.
a/n: hi!!!! sorry for the slow update, iâve been busier lately and iâll be starting my senior year in college soon so i hope you guys understand 𼲠anyways.. i hope you guys liked this chapter! hyune got friendzoned lololol
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I'm gonna kill you
miles morales x reader
if you donât know what âthrowing franksâ means it basically means telling someone to âsuck my dickâ lmao
which reminds me the setting is nyc (bk)
is this what ppl call crack? idk man
"miles I'm not playin with you right now, put my water bottle down I'm thirsty!"
miles walked around the dingy restaurant, my bottle in his hand, which was waved high in the air. "you gon have to come and get it than miss smart mouth! you keep playin with me like I can't beat you up," he joked.
miles has been my best friend ever since the middle of third grade when he switched his elementary school. i remember when he was this tiny, shy kid who sat at the back of the school basement for lunchtime since our school never had a formal lunchroom. all i wanted was to make a new friend, so i walked up to the shy new boy and ate my lunch with him. we would walk home together, play at the park together, and have cute lil playdates scheduled by our mothers; ah, yes, those were the times; up until now.
"bro, my bad, just give me my water bottle my mouth is on fire, no funny shit," i had my tongue out, breathing heavily. my mom owns this restaurant, where she cooks (insert culture) dishes for the world of Brooklyn to enjoy. this space doubled as our hang-out spot, considering i would stop by every day after school for free food. my mom had served me (insert dish) with extra spice; "try something new," they said. "it'll be delicious," they said. while yes, the food was good, the new added spices had me steaming at the ears, tongue out, huffing and puffing like a damn dog.
now you may be wondering, "who the hell told you to do this?" miles. it was always miles. he knows I don't usually stray from the usual dishes that i get every time we come here, but somehow he convinced me that trying something new would be good for me. so, i let him order on my behalf; this dude ordered me (insert cultural food)⌠with 3x the amount of hot sauce I usually get. leading us to now...
"'my bad' is not an apology, bozo, i need to hear you say what i want you to say," he said with the biggest smile on his face. all i did was throw a frank at him, and he chose to torment me, saying, "i was disrespectful." he wants a sorry? imma give him a damn sorry.
"ok ok I'm sorry, miles please just give me the bottle," this time, my eyebrows were furrowed and i made sure to put my acting skills to the test. miles gave me a worried look, scared that he actually went too far this time in his games. he gave me back the water bottle and came closer to me, examining my face to see if i was ok.
"yo, you good? I'm sorry i didn't know it was that deep. here you go drink this," he looked so sorry. he looked like he really regretted what he did to me, it almost made me feel bad for what i was about to say to him.
almost...
"yeah, it was that deep... deep in ya momma!" i watched as miles face slowly converted from looking worried to "what did this bitch just say to me?" i started to run out of the store as fast as i could, chugging the water down my throat with my mouth still on fire. miles was definitely faster than me, so i decided to hide somewhere, anywhere.
i turned the corner, body jerking forward so fast i almost fell face first into the concrete. i caught myself on my hands just in time as i kept my momentum and ran down the block. i looked behind me and he was literally right there in arms reach of me literally, reaching his arm out to grab me. i grabbed the door handle of an unknown store and stumbled into it.
there i could see several women and young girls look up from what ever they were doing to look at me. just as they were looking at me, miles ran in the store and came to an abrupt stop. great now even more people were staring; it was then i realized all the assortments of nail polish laid out neatly on different shelves. oh my god it was a nail salon. miles looked down at me with eyes wide open and a look on his face that screamed "oh hell nah." a lady from the front desk with a slim figure and a headwrap, came up to us and pulled us to the side.
"I'm sorry, you cant just run into this store and be rowdy. we have customers to attend to and they don't need disturbances." i looked up at miles to see him already responding to the lady with prayer hands, "I an so sorry about my friend here please forgive them, sometimes they're a bit hard to control. i think we'll be leaving now, once again, so sorry," he responded whilst dragging me by the shirt to leave the salon. once we were on the side walk again, i busted out laughing so hard, i had to hunch over and close my eyes to keep tears from falling out.
miles gave me the biggest side eye known to man as i laughed in the middle of the street, looking around for people possibly staring at us.
"i swear to god I'm gonna kill you when i get to your house."
this was fun to write lmao
I was really just writing anything that came to mind
I did this once after 7th grade in the summer with some friends so thatâs what I based this on
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From Fear to Forever
Request: Ok sweetheart đ what would you think of a Rooster imagine where you cover up to fly with Bob instead of Natasha that day the plane crashes and Rooster sits on the radio, being on the edge as he doesn't know if you're okay or not and he fears he'll lose you just like his dad. As soon as Mav tells him that you're mostly okay and staying at the hospital, he's crying with relief and hugs Mav and he forgives him as he realizes he doesn't want to lose more people. Then you both come to the hospital and Rooster is all spoiling you and making sure you're okay and as he thinks you're asleep, he tells how that he loves you, but you can hear him, so you both finally confess your feelings and the rest of the team watches as smiles from outside đ¤
Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Seresin!Twin Sister!Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, cussing, inaccurate medical talk, inaccurate Navy talk
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A/N: thank you @imagine-all-the-fandoms for requesting this and I'm so so sorry it took forever. I just needed a break to collect myself and convince myself that I shouldn't just give up and delete this account.
You, Y/N âStormâ Seresin, never thought you would be back here. Where you may ask? Well, none other than Top Gun. Your home away from home. You first went through it with your twin brother Jake Seresin, yes that is your brother, and your backseater Mark âShadowâ Newman. He was your best friend, literally you both went through the academy together and pilot school, where you met Bradley Bradshaw and fell in love but he would never love you or so you thought, then Top Gun. Mark was also married to a beautiful wife, who is your friend, and they have 2 adorable boys together that look just like their father.Â
Currently the both of you were hanging out at The Hard Deck with your brother and Javy waiting for the others. âSo, Storm, how is it to be siblings with Hangman?â Javy asked, sliding up to you.Â
âNot as bad as you think. He has his moments but he can be a Golden Retriever.â You said smirking as Jake shot you a look.
âHey don't be going around telling all my secrets. I have a reputation to uphold.â He said and laughed.
âYou sure do âMister I Have a Different Girl Every Nightâ.â You said and smirked but then eyes widening when you saw him coming over to you. You were quick to dive behind Mark.
âOh, you're so getting it, Sis. Just you wait. You may be safe now but you better watch it.â He said and you knew it was a wholehearted threat and it made you burst out laughing which caused them to do so too.Â
âAnd that there is sibling love.â Mark said, chuckling and taking a drink of his drink while you stepped out from behind him. Jake chuckled and brought you into his arms and hugged you and you hugged back.Â
âSuch a good little sister.â He said and you smacked him and pushed out of his arms.
âHey we are twins, same age dumbass.â You pointed out he only did it because he knew it got on your nerves. The banter went on for another few minutes until Javy had pulled Jake over to play darts and you went with Mark to sit and watch. âWhen are the others getting here?â You asked.
âShould be any minute now.â Mark said âWhy are you hoping to see Rooster?â He smirked and nudged you and you pushed him but it didn't budge him.Â
âNoâŚâ You said and he looked at you and you rolled your eyes âFine yes.â You said.
âI don't see why you don't just admit your feelings for him.â Mark said casually while taking a drink of his beer.Â
âHe doesn't see me like that.â You said trying not to sound heartbroken.
âHow would you know if you don't tell?â He asked and you shook your head.
âI don't want to deal with the heartbreak.â You said and he nodded.
âI get it, I do.â He said and he truly did get it. It took him almost a year to ask Melissa, his now wife, to go on a date with him and then confess his feelings. Melissa had been your friend since high school and she just happened to be going to a college near the Naval Academy and the two of you reconnected.Â
âStorm!â A familiar voice called out and you turned towards the direction and saw none other than Natasha 'Phoenixâ Trace.Â
âPhoenix!â You shouted back and went to her and hugged her tightly and she did the same.Â
âFinally, another female.â She said and you laughed as Callie âHaloâ Bassett came up as well.Â
âWe thought we would have to go through this with all of the testosterone alone.â Callie saidÂ
âEven if I wasn't here, you two would have each other.â You said and they shook their heads.
âWouldn't be the same.â Natasha said and you chuckled.Â
âIâm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back.â You told her and she nodded and you disappeared into the bathroom missing the little back and forth between your brother and Natasha. You hadn't seen Bradley yet and that upset you slightly. After pilot school you both stayed in contact with one another. âStop getting your hopes up. He may not be coming.â You said to yourself as you looked in the mirror washing your hands after using the bathroom. You sighed and walked towards the door and out of it and stopped in your tracks as you saw a Hawaiian shirt walk through the front door there, he was Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw. You hear Natasha call out to him and watch him walk over to the pool table and watch how she whacked him in the stomach. He grunted and patted her on the arm. You watched as he bickered with your brother. You watched the interaction they had with Bob Floyd, another friend of yours plus you and Mark were stationed with him. You don't know how long you were staring until Mark saw you and frowned and he walked over to you.
âYou alright?â He asked and you quickly glanced at him and back to Bradley as he walked over to the jukebox.
âYea I think so.â You saidÂ
âAre you sure?â He asked and you nodded.
âYea I'm good.â You said as the music stopped playing and he sat down on the piano.
âGo talk to him.â He said and you looked at him and he nodded his head. You sighed and started to walk over there just as the familiar tune started. Just as you reached him a tag chaser popped up beside him and started to be all lovey dovey to him and that made tears pop into your eyes and you didn't know why it wasn't like you were with him. What hurt the worst was he smiled up at her. You abandoned your mission and walked out. Jake was quick to notice and grabbed his beer and followed you out. You missed how Bradley looked at you longingly and with a twinge of sadness in his eye. You walked out and down the steps heading to your car, you couldn't be here.Â
âY/N.â Jake said your brother's voice rang out. You ignored him. âLt. Y/N Seresin.â He said in a more authoritative tone using your rank because he knew you would stop and you did.
âNice one.â You said as you turned to him âWhat do you want?â you asked voice laced with emotion.
âAre you ok?â He asked and you looked at him and shook your head.Â
âNo.â You said and he sighed and brought you into a brotherly hug and you let tears fall.
âHe's an idiot, you know that.â He said and you knew who he was referring to.
âI'm stupid to ever let those feelings come up.â You whispered
âNo, you're not, Sis. It's normal. Ok?â He asked and you nodded.
âYea, ok. I think I'm just going to go home.â You saidÂ
âAre you sure?â He asked and you nodded.
âI want to get a good night's sleep before tomorrow.â You said and the both of you knew that was a lie, you were going to go home shower and cry your eyes out. Jake has been there way too many times comforting you.Â
âI'll check in on you later. Ok?â He asked and you nodded.
âOk. I love you.â You said into his chest.
âI love you too, Sis. Text me when you're home. I'll take care of your tab.â He saidÂ
âThank you.â You said as you pulled away and tears ran down your face and he was quick to wipe them away with his thumbs as he held your head in his hands. Beer bottle sitting on what happened to be his truck's tailgate.Â
âThat's what brothers are for. Now no more crying.â He said and you cracked a smile and he kissed your forehead. âGet home safely.â He said as he pulled away and you nodded. You got into your Jeep right beside his truck and he watched you back up. You waved at him and he waved back. You pulled out and as you were out of sight, he went back inside just in time for him to help throw someone out, who just happened to be their instructor, and then Bradley started to sing and play. Jake sat back and watched while drinking his beer. After the song was over Bradley plugged the jukebox in. As the music began to play, he walked over to Jake.
âWhere's Y/N? I saw her walk out. She seemed upset.â Bradley asked and frowned.
âShe has gone home. She was upset.â Jake said and Bradley frowned.
âWhy? Everything ok?â He asked
âMaybe you should ask her tomorrow.â Jake said âA little advice. Nobody messes with my sister and gets away with it.â He added and walked off leaving Bradley confused.
âBradley, where did you run off to?â A young blonde headed girl that was all over him. The one he tried to let down easily.Â
âThat's none of your business.â He said âIt would be best if you left.â He added and she made a face.
âFine.â She said and turned around and stomped off. Bradley sighed he really wished you were here but it looked like he fucked it up once again. He couldn't wait for this night to end.
When you finally made home and parked and let the tears fall. Why were you like this? It's not like the two of you were dating. You sighed and got out making sure you locked the door after you shut it. You walked into your rented house and unlocked the door and walked in while turning on the lights and making sure to lock the door. You got your phone out and pulled up Jake's number.
I'm home.Â
Jakester- Good. Glad you're safe. Want me to come over later?
No, I'm good thanks though.Â
Jakester- Rooster asked about you.
He did?
Jakester- Yup I told him to fuck off.
Jake.
Jakester- Just kidding, told him you went home. I wanted to tell him to fuck off though.
Love you. Thanks for looking out for me.
Jakester- Anytime. Love you too.Â
You didn't text him back after that because you didn't want to clog up the night, not that he would've minded. He would do anything for you with just one phone call or text. The rest of the night was spent pitying yourself and getting ready for tomorrow. Your roommate, who just happened to be Bob, walked in maybe an hour after you. You turned to look at him. âAre you ok?â He asked and you shrugged.
âIs it stupid of me to get caught up on someone that probably doesn't even like me back?â You asked as he moved to sit down on the couch and you cuddled into him.Â
âNo.â He shook his head âIt's not. Maybe he does like you back. Ever think of that?â He asked.
âYea right. He just sees me like one of the guys.â You saidÂ
âOh, Stormy. If you only saw the way he looked when you took off and when Jake talked to him about you.â He said using a nickname only certain people were allowed to use.
âI just want to get to sleep and get tonight behind me.â You said and he nodded as you got up and he helped you some.
âGet some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be tough.â He said and you nodded.
âGoodnight Bob.â You said and he smiled.
âGoodnight, Y/N.â He said and then you disappeared and got ready for bed. Once ready you slipped under the covers and fell right to sleep.Â
The next morning you were up bright and early ready for the day and ready to face Bradley. You were just getting your coffee when Bob walked in. âHey I'm gonna head in early.â You said and he smiled and nodded.
âI won't be too far behind you.â He said and you nodded and then you were grabbing your keys and heading out the door. When you got to your Jeep you sighed as you got in and sat there for a second.
âLet's get this over with.â You said as you turned the ignition and headed towards base. Once you got to base you parked beside your brother's truck and turned the Jeep off and got out. As you were getting out a familiar blue Bronco was pulling up and parking beside you. It parked and the owner got out. âBradley.â You said and he smiled and turned towards you.
âY/N.â He said âI missed seeing you at The Hard Deck. I was hoping I would.â He said and you hummed.
âI'm sure you missed me. It looked like you had nice company.â You said as the two of you began walking.Â
âI didnât go home with her.â He said
âI find that hard to believe.â You said as you walked towards where the class would be held.Â
âWhy donât you believe me?â He asked
âMaybe because I find it hard to trust you after you ghosted me.â You said finally stopping and looking at him and his face was unreadable and you scuffed and walked to the front where your brother sat.
âEverything ok?â He asked
âPerfect.â You said and sat down and waited for class to start. When your instructor, Pete âMaverickâ Mitchell, was introduced and you looked back and saw your brotherâs face you knew something happened. âWhat did you do?â You whispered angrily.
âIâll tell you later.â He whispered and you glared at him but turned around and class began. Each pilot went up and showed what they got. It was time for your and Markâs turn going up with Jake.Â
âEverything is looking good.â Mark said without you even asking him as you flew next to Jake.
âSo, Jakester,â You began and he rolled his eyes annoyed at the nickname but he only let you use it. âWhat the hell did you do?â You asked.
âI threw him out of The Hard Deck.â He said
âAre you fucking kidding me? Youâre an idiot.â You said
âI didnât know he would be our instructor.â He defended
âShadow, did you know about this?â You asked
âNo, I left before anything drastic took place.â He saidÂ
âEnough chit chat guys, fight is on.â Maverick said out of nowhere.
âHere we go.â You said
âWe got this.â Mark said
âDo you see him anywhere?â Jake askedÂ
âNegative.â You said
âI got him on the radar.â Mark said and then he was zooming past you guys âAnd there he goes.â He added.Â
âAlright let's go.â You said âHangman, break right. I'll break left.â You said
âYou got it, Storm.â Jake said and you both did as you said and that got a reaction out of Maverick.
âInteresting tactic. How are you going to cover each other?â He asked as he was getting tone behind Jake and he was doing well shaking him off.
âYou know what brothers and sisters do for each other?â You asked Maverick.
âWhat would that be, Storm?â He asked and Mark smirked.Â
âLook after each other.â You said and suddenly you were behind him getting tone.
âGottcha ya.â Jake and you said at the same time.
âDamn that was a good one. You two work well together.â He said and you smirked âHead back to ground.â He said and you both did and when you landed Jake was already there waiting for you.Â
âGood job, Sis. That move never fails.â Jake said as your canopy opened.
âYou got that right. Nobody can beat the power of siblings.â Mark said and you smirked.
âDamn right.â You said and the three of you did post-checks and headed inside of the building. Everyone was excited that you actually took Maverick out and you smiled and chuckled. Your eyes looked around the room and found Bradleyâs. He was staring at you and you decided that you needed to talk to him. You looked at Mark and he nodded and you went.
âGood job.â He saidÂ
âThank you.â You said
âIâve never seen Hangman actually not leave someone.â He said
âWell, siblings have to stick together.â You saidÂ
âHey, look Iâm sorry for ghosting you. I truly didnât take that girl home, I sent her away after talking to your brother. I-â He started but you cut him off before he could say anything else.
âI believe you.â You saidÂ
âYou do?â He asked and you nodded.
âI do.â You said and then his name was being called along with someone elseâs and he hurried off not wanting to get into trouble and you understood. You were left standing there until Bob came over.
âEverything ok?â He asked and you looked up at him.
âYeah, I think so.â You said and he smiled.
âGood job by the way.â He said
âThank you.â You repliedÂ
âIâm gonna go and listen, you coming?â He asked and you shook your head.
âNo, I need a minute alone.â You said and he nodded and left with a pat on your shoulder. Bradley apologized for ghosting you but it wasnât enough you needed an explanation. You hoped you got one but for now you needed to focus on this mission.
You had been so focused on the mission that you didn't really speak to Bradley and each time you tried or he tried you or he were being called away. It seemed like you never were going to get a chance until one morning you got to base extra early and decided to hang around and go over some maneuvers. You were so into thought you didn't hear another person come in. âThink too hard and your head might explode.â The voice said and it made you jump. You turned to see who it was and it was Bradley.
âShit, you fucking scared me.â You said putting a hand over your heart to try and settle it.
âSorry.â He said and you waved him off.Â
âWhat are you doing here so early?â You askedÂ
âWell, I know you like to get up early and go over everything you learned. So, I took a chance to come here to find you.â He said and you nodded. âI also couldn't sleep.â He said.
âThere is the real reason.â You said and he shook his head.
âNo, they're both the reason.â He said and then it went into silence.Â
âI'm sorry.â You both started.
âYou go first.â You saidÂ
âI'm sorry for everything I put you through. All the stress, the ghosting, the making you think that I was with someone else, and everything in general. It was not my intent to do that to you and my dad and mom would kill me if they knew I hurt such a beautiful girl.â He said and you blushed and looked down.Â
âYou think I'm beautiful? I wear what everyone else wears and my hair is always up.â You saidÂ
âYea you're beautiful I would even say gorgeous. Yes, you wear what everyone else does and have your hair up but I've also seen you out of uniform and hair down. Remember?â He asked and you nodded.
âI do.â You said recalling the many nights that you and he had late night study sessions for pilot school. âMy turn if you're done.â You said and he nodded as he sat down beside you and you turned to him. âI'm sorry for being so short and mad at you earlier. I just got jealous seeing you with someone and I know I shouldn't we're not together and will probably never be together, you'll only see me as a sister. I'm rambling. Anyways I'm sorry for everything too.â You said.
âIt's-â He started but got cut off by people walking in and the both of you stood up. Bob came over with Maverick.
âGood you're here.â Maverick began âPhoenix is out sick and Shadow had a family emergency.â He said and your eyes widened âSo I'm pairing you and Bob up for this run through.â He said âI hope that is ok.â He added and you both nodded.
âThat's absolutely fine, Sir.â You and Bob said at the same time.Â
âGood. We'll start here in a few minutes.â He said and then walked off and you immediately pulled out your phone.
Mav told me you had a family emergency. Everyone ok?
Mark: Grayson got really sick with throwing up and a really high fever in the middle of the night and we had to bring him to the hospital. They have him on fluids and some Tylenol IV. He's sleeping right now.
Poor guy. Let me know if you all need anything, please. I hate that he's not feeling good. How's Max taking it?
Mark: I promise I will but you need to focus on the mission. Max is not well. He hates that his brother is sick.Â
I hate that. Tell them I love them and will be thinking about them.
Mark: I will now go and kick some ass.
You got it!
You chuckled and put your phone away. âEverything ok?â Bob asked and you nodded.
âGrayson is sick like in the hospital.â You said
âDamn. I hate that for them.â Bradley said and then the others started to file in. You quickly took your place next to your brother as Maverick began talking and telling them what was going on. Soon after everyone was crowding in the rec room to wait. Several groups went up before it was yours, Bob's, Javy's turn. As you were walking out the door Bradley stopped you âHey good look out there.â He said and you nodded and smiled.
âThank you. I'll see you on the ground.â You said and then you were heading off with Bob to your jet. If only you knew what this practice run would bring.
âJust like old times?â Bob asked as you both arrived at the jet.
âJust like old times.â You said back at your base you flew with Bob while Mark was out and you were the one that did the flying while he was training. You both got in the jet and began to head towards the runway. When you got there you stopped and watched as Javy took off and once, he was far enough away you spoke to the air traffic control tower. âAir Traffic Control, this is Storm ready to take off.â You said.Â
âCopy that Storm, the air is clear and the sky is yours. You can take off.â They saidÂ
âThank you, Air Traffic Control.â You said and then started speeding down the runway. You finally were up in the air and caught up with Javy.
âAlright let's do this.â Javy said and so began the practice run.
âTalk to me, Bob.â You saidÂ
âWeâre twelve seconds late on target. We gotta move, we gotta move.â Bob saysÂ
âCopy try to stay with me.â Javy says agitated radar beeps.Â
âHuh? Wait, whoâs that?â Bob asks
âBlue team, you are spotted.â Maverick saidÂ
âShit, itâs Maverick. What the hell is he doing here?â Javy said
âWhat the hell is he doing here?â You askÂ
âIâm a bandit on course to intercept. Blue team, what are you gonna do?â Maverick saidÂ
â20 miles left, ten oâclock. Heâs coming fast. 700 knots closure.â Bob confirmed
âYour call what do you want to do?â Javy asks the pair of you.
âContinue. Weâre close. Stay on target.â You said
âHeâs swinging around to the north. Bob saidÂ
âStand by for pop-up.â Javy saidÂ
âBe ready with that laser, Bob.â You said
âCopy, Iâm on it.â He says as reaches for a button/knob, constantly working.Â
Meanwhile back in the rec room everyone listens on the edge of their seats. âCome on Storm. You got this.â Bradley says to mostly himself.
âSheâs a hell of a pilot. She has this in the bag.â Jake said âYou know she loves you right?â Jake asks and Bradley nodded.
âI love her too.â He said
âDonât hurt her or I will shoot you down.â Jake warned
âI wonât. I promise.â He said and Jake nodded and then they heard Maverickâs voice on the radio.
âBlue team, bandit is still closing.â Maverick saidÂ
âPopping now.â Javy said as he does so and you follow. All three of you grunting trying to catch your breath. Â
âTalk to me, Bob. Whereâs Maverick?â Javy asksÂ
âHeâs five miles out. Heâs coming fast.â Bob replies
âTarget in sight.â You saidÂ
 âWhereâs my laser, Bob?â Javy asks
âDead eye! Dead eye! Itâs no good. Sorry, I canât get a lock.â Bob saidÂ
âWeâre out of time. Iâm dropping blind.â Javy said and dropped the bomb. âDamn it, missed!â He added as the both of you pulled up.Â
âThatâs tone.â Maverick said as he toned you and Bob.
âMaverick has got a missile lock on us.â Bob saidÂ
 âShit! Weâre dead.â You saidÂ
âBlue team. That is a fail.â Maverick said and you pull away. âLevel out Coyote.â He said as you watched in horror as he didn't do so and that scared you, you knew anything could happen but you never thought it would. âCoyote, copy.â You heard Maverick say. âCoyote, come in. Coyote, level wings.â You hear Maverick shout frantically âOh my gosh he is in g-loc.â He said and he kept saying his name but his jet kept falling.
âHeâs going to burn in.â You say worriedly.Â
âIâm going after him.â Maverick said as you watched his jet jerk away and towards your friend. âCome on. Give me tone, give me tone, give me tone.â He said as he got a target lock on him âSnap out of it, coyote. Come on! Come on! Come on, Coyote, come on. Come on! Damn it! Coyote! Coyote!â Maverick shouts frantically. Finally, he seemed to snap out of it and popped up at the last second and you let out a breath you didnât know you were holding. âCoyote, you, okay? You, okay?â He asks
âIâm okay. Iâm good.â He says breath heavy.
âGood. Good. Thatâs enough for today.â Maverick said as you pulled up next to him.
âThat was close.â You say with a shake of your head.
âToo close.â Maverick said âBird strike.â He said suddenly âBird strike!â He exclaimed as the birds hit your jet and through your engine. Now you are terrified.Â
Those two words are what brings Bradley and Jakeâs world to a stop. âNo no no no.â Bradley said to himself. Tears burning behind his eyes he needed you to pull through this and be ok.Â
âCome on, Sis you got this.â Jake said and then your voice came through the radio and Jake being your twin brother knew the different tone in your voice that nobody else knew. He knew you were absolutely terrified. âDonât panic.â He said.
Bradley was terrified. He couldnât lose you. Heâs lost his dad; he cannot lose you. He lost Maverick due to something so petty. âCome on, Y/N/N. You have to pull through this.â He said.
âDonât panic. Donât panic.â Jake repeated to himself hoping to send vibes to you. Bradley and Jake were the closest to the radio.Â
âBird strike.â You said as lights and warnings go off a fire warning goes off signaling a fire in one of your engines. Â
âStorm, left engines on fire!â Bob said looking back and so do you.
âClimbing.â You said as you turn back and you pull the throttle up. âThrottling back. Shutting off fuel to the left engine. Extinguishing fire.â You say as you do so but alarms continue.
âRight engine is out!â Bob exclaims looking at the warnings.
âItâs still spinning. Trying to restart it.â You say as you power the engine on.
âStorm it is on fire, donât start-â Maverick begin but you cut him off. You were so scared shitless but you couldnât let it show.
âThrottling up.â You say as you pull the throttle up.
âOh my god.â You hear Maverick say as you start to nose dive.Â
âWeâre on fire! Weâre on fire!â Bob exclaimsÂ
âDamn it!â You exclaim
âEngine fire. Right.â The automated voice
âExtinguishing the right engine.â You said and do so as you spin out of control.
âStorm, Bob punch out! Punch out!â Maverick exclaimsÂ
âWarning lights everywhere! Hydraulic failure!â Bob says letting you know everything.Â
âI canât control it!â You saidÂ
âSheâs panicking.â Jake saidÂ
âHow do you know?â Bradley askedÂ
âI just know. Her voice does a certain thing. I was the only one to pick it up as a kid. It is how I knew she needed help and she would call me with that same tone when she was in trouble.â Jake explained
âShe has this handled. She's Storm. Nothing can bring her down.â Mickey said and everyone nodded in agreement.
âSheâs strong for sure. As kids we were playing on the ranch and riding horses and her horse threw her off and instead of giving up, she got back on. She showed the horse who was the boss. Another time we were running around barefoot and she cut her foot open on barbed wire and she acted like it was nothing. She sat through the stitches. Sheâs a storm to be reckoned with. It is how she got her callsign.â Jake explained trying to take his mind off what was happening up in the sky.
âSheâs going to be ok.â Ruben said and they nodded.
âI know she will be.â Jake saidÂ
âWeâre going down, Storm! Weâre going in! Weâre going in!â Bob yellsÂ
âYou canât save it. Eject, eject!â Maverick said and repeated over and over again.Â
âEject, eject, eject!â You yell out finally.
 âAltitude. Altitude.â The automated voice said as Bob ejects and then you follow him. Both parachutes open as the jet crashes into the earth. You somehow ended up being closest to the blast and it pushed you away and you landed it hard onto the ground right on your ankle and you gave a cry out. Bob landed and was quick to get over to you.Â
âAre you ok?â He asks
âNo, my ankle.â You say as you go to sit up but you give another cry. You then look down and see blood starting to soak through your flight suit. âShit.â You say as you begin to get light headed.
âHey no you stay awake.â He said
âIâm sorry.â You say and then you black out.
As Maverick walks into the rec room Jake comes running up to him. âWhere is she?â He asks frantically.
âSheâs in the hospital. Some debris from the jet crashing impaled her. Her ankle also took a hit. They took her into surgery but I donât know anything else. Theyâre keeping her and Bob overnight and maybe her even longer. Go.â He said and Jake nodded and took off as most people do now it was just Bradley and him.Â
âHow is she?â Bradley asksÂ
âShe is mostly ok.â He saidÂ
âWhat does that mean?â He asks
âSome debris from the jet crashing impaled her. Her ankle also took a hit. They took her into surgery but I donât know anything else. Theyâre keeping her and Bob overnight and maybe her even longer.â He said and Bradley nodded tears and they steadily fell down his face.
âIâm sorry for everything. Iâm sorry I cut you off. I was just so pissed that you pulled my papers. It wasnât fair. I canât lose her. I love her.â Bradley said and Maverick smiled.
âI forgive you. Go and tell her.â Maverick said and he nodded and took off. When he reached the hospital, everyone was in the waiting room waiting.
âJake is with Y/N. Heâs family so he was the only one allowed to go back there.â Ruben saidÂ
âBradley?â A familiar voice asked and he turned around and saw Mark.
âMark, have you heard?â He asked and Mark shook his head.
âNo, what is going on? Why is everyone here?â He asked
âThere was an incident with Javy and Bob and Y/N had a bird strike and had to eject. Some debris hit her and her ankle took a hit.â Bradley explained.
âOh my gosh. Any updates?â He askedÂ
âThey took her into surgery and repaired what they needed. Jake is with her now since he is family. Theyâre keeping them both overnight and her maybe longer.â Bradley said and he nodded.Â
âI need to get back to Grayson. Please keep me updated.â He asked and Bradley nodded.
âI will.â He said as Jake came out and everyone looked at him.
âSheâs awake but is asking for you Bradley.â He said turning to him and he nodded and followed Jake to your room and about that time everyone was allowed to see Bob too. Bradley walked in without Jake.Â
âY/N/N.â He said and you looked up at him.
âHi.â You saidÂ
âYou scared me, you know.â He saidÂ
âIâm sorry. I scared myself too.â You said trying to move but winced.
âDonât move.â He said moving closer and holding you down.
âI know but itâs so uncomfortable.â You said and he nodded.
âI know. I need to tell you something.â He said and you nodded at him to continue âI love you. I have loved you since pilot school. Iâm sorry I ghosted you and I know I already said it but Iâm saying it again. I was trying to figure out my feelings for you and in the end, it hurt you and Iâm deeply sorry for that.â He said and you smiled.
âI love you too, Bradley. Ever since pilot school. Yes, I was hurt when you ghosted me but I get it. I love you with all my heart.â You said as the pain meds started to kick in and he saw this.
âCan I kiss you?â He asked and you nodded.
âI would love nothing more.â You said and he smiled and he pressed his lips to yours. Sparks flew. You wouldâve stayed like that forever but Mickeyâs voice sounded.
âAbout damn time! Look how cute the two of them are!â He exclaimed and you two pulled apart and looked at them.
âOh, would you shut up and leave the love birds alone?â Javy said smiling
âBut they are so cute!â Ruben said gushing.
âRemember, you hurt her and Iâm shooting you down.â Jake saidÂ
âJakester, stop it. I can take care of myself.â You said smiling and he walked over.
âI know but Iâm just doing my brotherly duties.â He said and you smiled.
âI appreciate that.â You said âGet them out of here for me. I want some time alone with him.â You said and he nodded âCan you let Mark know Iâm, ok?â You asked.
âYou got it, Sis.â He said and started to push people out and when they were out and gone, he went to let Mark know and you turned to Bradley.
âLet me take you to dinner when all of this is over.â He said and you smiled and nodded.
âSounds perfect.â You said and yawned and he smiled.
âGet some sleep. Iâll be here when you wake up.â He said and kissed your head as you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep. Sure, your day might not have ended up like you planned but that what comes with being a Naval Aviator but in the end, you got the man you loved. Everything for the moment was perfect.
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Reflections- (Warren Lipka X Reader)
Summary: Youâre Spencerâs older sister that had to come home after getting kicked out of college. Upon the return, youâre reconnected with the walking asshole that is your brothers best friend.
Word count: 7k
Warnings: smut, weed, alcohol, mention of roofie, slow burn, hate fuck
A/n: I managed to cut this down a good bit, but this is the best I could do because I love plot Iâm sorry đ also Iâm very high so this probably isnât proof read very well- I will be proofing it better in the near future!
I hang out my window, breathing in the night air after I take a hit off my joint. I sigh, wondering what Iâm still doing in my childhood bedroom at age 21. I got kicked out of college two months ago and I still havenât gotten my life back on track. I have a job interview lined up and Iâve been painting commissions, but I just feel like Iâm 14 again. My parents made it seem like Iâve completely fucked up my life and paint me as the pot smoking-drop out, so maybe I should just embrace it.
I groan when I realize that Iâve been thinking too long and joint my has gone out. I hold my favorite zippo up to re-light it when I hear my door fly open, knocking into my dresser. I gasp, whipping around quickly as I accidentally launch my lighter across the floor in the startle. I groan in annoyance when I see my idiot brother and his even more idiotic shadow standing in my doorway.
âClose the door you fucking idiots! Momâs down there!â I whisper angrily. Spencer pushes Warren into the room and closes the door quickly.
âSorry,â my brother says awkwardly.
âDamn. You still smoke even after it, like, completely ruined your life?â Warren laughs, motioning to my joint.
âOh shut up. I got caught with a single gram on campus and they made a big deal out of it; I mean come on itâs 2004 for Christ sake,â I roll my eyes, irritated that he would even bring that up, but it is Warren, so I expect nothing else. âWhat do you two fuck heads want?â I ask as I walk over to turn off my iPod so I can hear them better.
âNothing! Uhm just wanted to see how the best big sister in the world is doing,â Spencer laughs unconvincingly as he attempts to lean casually against my dresser, knocking over my perfume bottles in the process. âShit,â he mumbles as he picks the plastic bottles up off the floor. I roll my eyes, not believing him for a second. Warren looks at Spencer, scoffs, then looks back at me.
âWe want you to buy us beer,â he says flatly with his hands in his pockets. I raise my brows at him, now itâs my turn to scoff.
âYou come in my room, give me a heart attack, almost let mom know that Iâm smoking, knock over everything on my dresser, then ask me to buy you beer?â I ask, trying to understand why they thought this was a good idea. The boys look at each other then back to me.
âYes,â they say in unison firmly, but not confidently.
âGet the fuck out,â I sigh. Spencer mutters âsorryâ before turning to walk out the door. Warren closes the door behind my brother then looks at me, tilting his head to the side.
âWhy are you such a bitch?â The grungy boy asks curiously. I give him a face of disgust.
âBecause you go out of your way to piss me off.â I huff, stepping closer to him, sticking a finger into his chest. He smacks my hand away.
âEw,â Warren gags dramatically. âDonât touch me,â he mutters before turning around to open my door, flipping me off then closing it behind him.
I plop down on my bed grabbing a nice, soft pillow, then shove it to my face, letting out a blood curdling scream.
âWhy!? What the fuck did I do to deserve this?â I think to myself. I quite literally feel like Iâm back in middle school with: Dumb and Dumber constantly pestering me, Warrens stupid fucking remarks, hiding in my room with my joint, and my parents being disappointed in me. Jesus, this is all such awful dĂŠjĂ vu.
I Take a deep breath, then make my way to the bathroom for a long, hot shower. I walk into the hall bathroom then turn on our shower to warm up the water. I strip down then turn on the shower radio to the local rock station. To my pleasant surprise, theyâre playing âScum bagâ by Greenday.
âBest infomercial purchase mom made this month,â I think to myself as I lather up my body wash, letting out a content sigh. I finally start to relax.
Knock, knock, knockÂ
âY/n, I have to piss!â Warren shouts through the door. I groan, flinging the shower curtain open after turning off the water.
âHold it, Butt-fuck! I just got in,â I shout back in annoyance. He bangs on the door again.
âJust let me in!â His voice is muffled coming through the wood.
âNo, Warren!â I huff, wondering how one boy could be so annoying. âPiss outside!â I scream over the music, then turn the water back on and resume my shower. His knocking continues for another minute or two, but he eventually gives up.
I finish my shower in peace then wrap the towel around myself. I quickly run to my room and close the door behind me.
âWhat the fuck!â I shout when I see warren standing in my closet with his hands behind his back.
âDonât you know itâs rude not to knock?â he snickers. I scowl at him, holding the short white towel to my body as tight as possible.
âItâs my- What the hell are you doing in here?â I ask exasperated as I step towards him.
âSpencer says you do that nerdy makeup shit for ren fairs or whatever, and I need to borrow your supplies,â he sighs, sounding irritated even though heâs the one snooping though my stuff. I fiddle with my towel, uncomfortable at how his gaze keeps wondering down to where the fabric ends, barely long enough to cover my ass.
âWhat the fuck do you need that for?â I frown, not understanding why on earth he would need special effects makeup. His eyes follow a trickle of water that drips from my hair down my chest and between my breasts. I shift awkwardly, wishing that this interaction would end already.
âThatâs not important,â he steps towards me. âJust let me see what you have,â he says simply with his hands in his pant pockets. I groan in frustration.
âNo, you fart-catcher! I just caught you going through my shit, get out!â I scream, stomping my foot in anger, which causes the towel to slide off my breast a bit. I quickly pull it back into place, my cheeks burn pink from embarrassment and anger. Warrens eyes flutter from my chest up to my face, his lips curl into a small smirk.
âAlright,â he shrugs before walking towards my door. With his back to me, he takes his wallet out of his pocket and drops it on the floor. âY/n,â he tisks, looking at me over his shoulder with that ever familiar mischievous glint in his dark eyes. âWould you pick that up for me? I canât bend over, I hurt my back at my last game,â he asks with mock sincerity, his gaze focused on how short the towel is. He knows if I bend over my entire ass will be exposed. I look at him with pursed lips, furrowed brows, and bright pink cheeks, letting out an irritated sigh. He grins at how successfully heâs pissed me off.
I stomp over and open my bedroom door, then stomp back to his wallet, kicking it as hard as I can out the doorway and down the steps.
âGet out!â I seethe as I shove the snickering idiot out of my room, locking the door behind me. I groan, flopping down face first onto my bed. I lay there a minute, before deciding to smoke a bowl and get my pajamas on.
I retrieve my bowl and my stash from its old hiding spot behind my bookshelf.
I break up the weed and pack the small bowl, then I realize that I cant find my lighter. I check my bag again, then look around my window and on the floor. I let out a loud groan, kicking my nightstand in anger. My nerves are completely shot, this minor inconvenience is about to send me on a rampage.
With a defeated sigh, I grab a cheap Bic lighter out of my purse. I wouldnât care so much if it wasnât my favorite lighter. The silver zippo was a gift from an ex-boyfriend. He had my name engraved on one side and the skull and bat wings from the cover of the Avenged Sevenfolds âWaking the Fallenâ album on the other. Itâs the single coolest possession I have.
I grab my iPod off the speaker, then hook my headphones into it before climbing out my window onto my roof. With the cheap plastic lighter I take a hit then lay back on the cool shingles, my muscles relaxing as Rob Zombie plays in my ears. I close my eyes as the crescent moon shines her white light down on my face. I take another hit, sighing happily as I get comfortable. Finally, some peace.
âHold on,â I shoot up, furrowing my brow in thought. âI dropped my lighter when numbnuts busted into my room. I never picked it up, and when I caught warren in here, he had something behind his back⌠Warren,â my epiphany makes my ears burn red.
âGoddamn it Warren!â I shout, completely fed up with his shit, as I clamber back through my window. âWhy the fuck is that shit head here all the time,â I mumble to myself as I put my bowl away. I spray some air freshener and close my window before stomping down the hallway, barging into my brothers room. Warren sits by himself in Spencerâs bed, playing some stupid video game on the PlayStation- my brother no where in sight.
âWhere is it?â I bellow, standing between warren and the tv like an angry mother. I hold my hand out in front of his face as if the little asshole would just hand it over.
âDude! Get out of the way!â Warren groans, his eyes not even meeting mine as he uses his foot to scoot me out over, but he knocks me off my balance and I fall directly on top of him.
âWarren!â I squeal, managing to catch myself with my arms on either side of his head. We exchange a shocked look before that stupid, sly smirk creeps onto his face, reminding me that Iâm furious at him. âGive me my shit!â I shout in his face, hovering over top of him.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â he shrugs, his smirk never faltering. This is it. Heâs going to make me snap. I grab his shirt pulling his face up to mine, my face flushed In anger.
âI see through your little act,â I say through gritted teeth, almost in a whisper. He looks at me with wide eyes. âYou act like youâre hot shit. You think that just because you sell a little green on the side and pocket other peoples shit that youâre a man, but youâre so far from it. Youâre just a 19 year old boy who still needs his daddy to wipe his ass for him,â I all but spit into his face, leaning closer with every syllable. His face slowly contorts into pure rage. He stands up from the bed and pushes my back against the wall.
Warrens hostile glare burns deep into my eyes as his hands grip my shoulders so hard that his knuckles turn white. The drywall is cool on my hot skin as warren peers down on me, making me feel so small in his grasp.
âYou donât know shit about me, bitch!â Warren says in a tone that Iâve never heard from him before- he nearly growls at me. This shows that Iâve seriously pissed him off; I smile up at him, unable to hold back the joy- and a bit of excitement - bubbling in my stomach. His lips are pulled in a straight line, nostrils flared and his jaw locked as he grips onto my shirt, making his biceps flex.
âUnfortunately, I know you very well, Warren. Your entire life youâve been putting up this front of false confidence. Always thinking youâre special, somehow always convincing yourself that the rules donât apply to you; Youâre a pathetic burn out,â I say simply, batting my lashes up at him, enjoying the reaction- and our proximity. His nostrils flare as he pounds his fists on either side of my head.
âYouâre the fucking burn out!â He raises his voice, a bit of spit lands on my face as the harsh words drip from his tongue. I reach my hand up, wiping the salvia off.
âYeah, but I can admit it,â I whisper as I lean up to his flushed face, our noses brushing against each other. I do mu best to ignore the stirring in my stomach when our skin touches. Warren glances down at my lips, his chest still heaving with anger and his arms resting by my head. His angry eyes meet mine. The moonbeam coming through the window illuminates half of warrens face in a white light. I just now notice how much heâs changed. How mature he looks now, especially when he has me backed against the wall with a death grip on my shoulders. He just begins to dip his head down when the bedroom door swings open.
âSorry man, mom wanted help with- WoahâŚâ Spencer pauses, almost dropping the snacks from his arms. Warren jumps back, the rage on his face replaced with shock as my brother looks between us with a slack jaw. Warren clears his throat awkwardly.
âYou need to control your sister, dude,â he gives me a dirty look, walking up and taking a bag of Cheetos from Spencer. I step away from the wall, adjusting my outfit.
âWhat the fuck just happened?â
âUhm, no. Spencer you need to control your friend. Heâs a fucking klepto! He took the lighter kyle got for me!â I explain as I point accusingly at Warren whoâs already settled into the bed, munching on the junk food
âOh, you mean the guy that cheated on you?â he asks before he takes a sip out of a two liter of dr. pepper. âTwice,â he adds before letting out a gross belch. I look at him in disgust, then in offense. My ears burn red in anger once again. I let out an irritated grunt as I push past spencer towards the door.
âSo itâs no then?â Spencer asks, stopping me in my tracks.
âWhat?â I ask as I turn to face him. My brother glances between Warren and me.
âYouâre not gonna help us?â Spencer asks, looking confused.
âSpencer what the hell are you talking about?â I groan, still upset about what was happened with Warren.
âHe didnât even-â Spencer scoffs, turning to look at Warren. âYou didnât even ask her?â He asks his friend. Warren just shrugs as he picks up the PlayStation controller.
âFor the last time I am not getting you idiots beer,â I groan.
âNo! We need your makeup skills,â Spencer explains. Warren stands up from the bed, stomping in disapproval.
âWe donât need her. We just need the makeup,â he groans nudging Spencer a bit. I look at the boys in extreme confusion.
âExplain,â I sigh, rolling my eyes.
âWeâre Uhm, doing a project and we were wondering if you could make us look like old men,â Spencer says avoiding eye contact, scratching the back of his neck. Heâs acting even weirder than normal.
âUhm, yeah. Hypothetically I could if I had the proper products,â I say putting my hands on hips, wondering where this conversation is going.
âNo. We just need the products we donât need you,â Warren whines, seeming even more admit on keeping me out of their plans than usual.
âOkay whatever. Give me the money and Iâll get you guys the shit tomorrow evening,â I sigh.
 âIâm such a good big sisterâ
âWell we have that party with Chas tomo-â Spencer starts but Warren slaps his hand over my brothers face. Â
âParty?â My ears perk up.
âNo,â Warren says sternly. âWeâre not bringing your lame ass to the party of the year,â he groans.
âNo party, no makeup,â I shrug, crossing my arms. Spencer pulls Warrenâs hand away from his face.
âDeal,â Spencer smiles. Warren gives him a death glare as I skip out of the room.
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The next evening Iâm stood in front of my closet sifting through my clothes. I have to admit that Iâm excited to be getting dressed up. I settle on black denim mini skirt, studded belt and a cropped and distressed Misfits shirt. I take the time to do my makeup, smudging the black pencil liner around my eyes and applying a burgundy lip stick.
âY/n come on!â I hear Warren shout from outside. I run over and stick my head out my open window.
âIâm coming!â I holler before slamming the glass shut, then shove my smoke bag into my purse.
I hop down the steps, skipping past my mother.
âIâve never seen you so excited to go somewhere with those two,â my mom attempts a joke as I slip on my beat up converse.
âFree alcohol,â I shrug with a smirk before skipping out the front door.
âY/n,â my motherâs disappointed voice gets cut off by the heavy wood slamming shut. I giggle to myself as I run to Chasâs car. I hear the door open again and my brothers foot steps approaching behind me.
âCome on guys were so late!â the meat head shouts from the driverâs seat window. My brother and I scramble into the car. Before I realize it, Iâm sandwiched in between Warren and spencer with Chas and some nerdy guy in the front.
As I search around for the middle seatbelt, I notice warren staring at me. heâs wearing a white t-shirt that fits him very well with a pair of light, baggy blue jeans. It appears that he even took the time to brush his hair. He almost looks good.
âWhat?â I scowl at warren, wondering why heâs looking at me like that. He clears his throat, shaking his head a bit as if he didnât realize he was ogling at me.
âJ-just wondering why you let a clown do your makeup,â he laughs. I huff then punch him in the arm as hard as I can, causing warren to scream out.
âSee this is-â I start to shout but Iâm cut off when Chas whips his steering wheel sharply, sending me flying toppling into warren and causing warren to hit his head on the window.
âShut up!â Chas groans. Warren and I exchange angry looks as we settle back into our seats, the rest of the ride is quiet.
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The house packed full of sweaty college kids bumping and grinding into each other. The smell of alcohol and B.O flood my senses as I shimmy my way through the sea of kids packed in the narrow hallway. I finally make it to the kitchen where a bunch of frat boys are shot gunning beer. Girls surround them, completely wasted but doing their best to root for whichever guy theyâre planning on fucking tonight. The loud, shitty, pop music rings through my ears as I step closer to the commotion. A tall blonde guy from the back of the group turns to me, looking me up and down with a grin.
âHey you want in?â He holds his hand out, offering me a Budweiser. I consider it, but decide that I donât want to be covered in beer all night.
âUh, nah,â I nudge his hand away from me. He is cute though. âBut Iâll cheer you on,â I smirk, looking up at the random guy, holding up my house key. The boy grins from ear to ear, taking the key out of my hand. He punctures the can before quickly opening the tab, downing the beer almost professionally. I cheer the boy on with words of encouragement. He drops the can to the floor then holds his hands up with a righteous scream, the crowd goes wild. He turns to me, wiping his face then slings his arm over my shoulder.
âWow, Iâm impressed,â I laugh. He adjusts his crooked snap-back as he leads me to the dance floor.
âYeah you should be,â he chuckles as he guides me through the crowd of dancing bodies.
We dance for a few songs, slowly getting more handsy with each other. As my back bumps against him to the beat of the song, I make eye contact with Warren from across the room. He has a drink in one hand and his other on a girls waist as she kisses on his neck.
To my surprise, rather than looking away, he holds my gaze his he runs his hand down her back, grabbing her ass. I fight back a blush that attempts to creep onto my cheeks by averting my gaze.
âDisgusting.â I mentally barf as I turn my back to warren, wrapping my hands around the boys neck, his hands instinctively fall to my hips. He leans closer to my ear as we dance lazily in step with the beat.
âSo whatâs your name?â the boy shouts over the music.
âY/n,â I answer, smiling up at him. âWhat about you, shotgun champion?â I giggle.
âEthan,â he smiles. âWell, y/n, Iâm going to go get you a drink,â he winks. I smile, thanking him. Once I tun back around, I notice that warren and the girl are gone.
âDamn, that dude moves quick,â I wonder how he manages to get girls to sleep with him so fast when heâs so insufferable and annoying. I dance by myself for a bit as I await Ethanâs return.
âHere you go,â Ethan smiles, handing me a red solo cup full of what appears to be spiked Hawaiian punch. I smile, thanking him as I accept the sickeningly sweet drink. I hold the plastic to my lips, but before I can take a sip, itâs knocked out of my hands. The cold liquid spills down my shirt before the cup hits the ground.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â I hear the familiar tone of Warrens voice shout as he shoves Ethan against the living room wall. Everyone around us stops, turning to see what fight is about to break out. My cheeks burn red in anger and embarrassment.
âWaren what-â I manage to shout in the confusion. âYouâre such a fucking asshole!â I shriek, completely fed up with his bullshit. I stomp towards the staircase, all eyes on me as crimson punch drips down my chest and legs. I open every door in the hallway until I find the bathroom.
I slam the door behind me before leaning onto the sink, looking at myself in the mirror. I scream out in frustration, my pulse beating to the bass of the music downstairs.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with Warren?â I complain to myself as I grab a handful of paper towels, attempting to absorb the drink that has soaked into my outfit. I pause when I hear the doorknob turning behind me. I watch Warrens figure appears in the bathroom mirror.
âAre you okay?â he asks as he steps towards me. His tone.. it almost sounds... concerned. I ignore his possible sincerity and instead throw the sopping wet paper towels at him.
âNo, Iâm not fucking okay! You ruined my outfit!â I scowl at him. His once concerned expression quickly contorts into the ever familiar annoyed glower heâs always dawning in my presence.
âYouâre so fucking stupid y/n!â Warren shouts, stepping closer to me. The yellow lights highlight his clenched jaw. My mouth widens in disbelief.
âExcuse me?â I ask, now pissed off even more. Warren leans back, pushing his hair out of his face then groans in irritation.
âYou almost got fucking roofied y/n! I knew that guy was bad news. I happened to be walking past the kitchen when I saw him drop something into your drink!â he explains while pacing in front of me. I roll my eyes, not believing him.
âOh come on! You expect me to believe that? With your track record, I have every reason to believe that you were just being an immature asshole finding a way to fuck with me,â I step up to him, looking into his eyes that are flooded with frustration.
âAre you fucking- I just saved your ass big time!â Warren shouts, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
âOh please,â I roll my eyes, crossing my arms, too angry to look at him. Warren sticks an angry finger in my face.
âYou are such an ungrateful fucking brat,â he says lowly, his tone sends chills down my spine. He grips my jaw, turning my head to look up at him. The angry boy glowers down at me, his face just inches from mine. âSay thank you,â he demands through gritted teeth. I roll my eyes once again.
âFuck. You.â I whisper looking directly into his apoplectic eyes. After a beat, he grips my jaw even harder, yanking may lips to his. I freeze in shock for just a second before returning the instantly bruising kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, suddenly desperate for his touch. Within seconds, years of pent-up aggression and sexual tension finally comes to a head.
âYou piss me off so much,â he growls against my lips as his hands grip my ass so tight it hurts, making me bite back a whimper. âJump,â his voice comes out a gruff whisper. I obey, jumping to wrap my legs around his waist as he backs me against the wall, his lips never parting from mine. His nails dig into my thighs as he begins to grind against my crotch, the friction making me moan lightly against his lips. Anger and lust course through my veins as I tighten my legs around him, forcing his hips closer to mine. As much as I want to hate this, the truth is that Iâve never wanted any man more than I want warren right now. Iâm disgusted with myself, but oh so desperate for the boy Iâve despised most of my life.
âFuck, I hate how much I want this,â I whine desperately against his lips, pulling away only to slip off my shirt. Warren chuckles before setting me onto my feet. His chest heaves as he strips himself of his white t shirt.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve been waiting to see you like this,â he says softly, his eyes following his hand as it glides gently over my body. I shiver under his touch as his fingers easily undo my bra, I allow it to fall to the ground. His eyes meet mine as he undoes his belt. âBend over,â Warren smirks, motioning to the counter top. Â Biting back a smile, I happily turn around, resting my elbows on the counter. I spread my legs and wiggle my ass, knowing that he has a full view of panties under my mini skirt. I feel his hand push the denim fabric up, then he slides my underwear down my legs, leaving me exposed to him.
âHoly shit,â he groans quietly as he dips a finger into my sopping heat. He drags my slick up to rub circles on my clit. I bite my lip in attempt to hold back a whimper. âIs it me that youâre this wet for, or do you just have some weird degradation kink?â he asks as he slips a finger in my entrance, I gasp at the contact.
âOh shut the-â I begin, but cut myself off with a loud moan as his hand comes down harshly on my ass, the slap rings through the bathroom.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought,â he laughs as he slips another finger in, pumping faster. His other hand brushes over the stinging handprint left on my ass. I whimper at how good it hurts.
 I hate how right he is. I hate how much heâs enjoying this. I hate how he knows exactly where to curl his fingers inside me to earn the loudest moan. âMm thatâs the prettiest sound thatâs ever come out of your mouth,â he chuckles as he reaches his other hand around to toy with my clit. I arch my back, biting my lip in an attempt to keep the symphony of pleasure from spilling from my mouth. Iâm trying desperately not give him the satisfaction of praise, but itâs proving to be impossible.
âYouâre such a dick,â I say lowly, unable to think of a good comeback as my eyes flutter shut, that familiar tension in my stomach building.
Warren pulls away completely, leaving me feeling empty and irritated. I stand up with a frown, spinning around to yell at him, but he grabs my arm and my waist, repositioning me back over the counter.
âUh uh,â he chuckles using one hand to grip my hair, holding my head up so that I can see him in the mirror. With the other hand, he drops his pants and boxers, giving his- much larger than expected- length a few good bumps. My knees buckle at the sight behind me. âYouâre gonna stay just like this and watch me fuck you,â he growls as he uses his foot to kick my legs a bit further apart. I watch his reflection as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, spitting on them before spreading the slick gently over my folds. As he lines his length up with my entrance, he holds my gaze through the mirror, sliding into me slowly. He lets out a loud groan, his grip on my hair tightening.
The way that he fills me up is unlike any other. Squeezing my eyes shut, I do my best to hold back my whimpers as I adjust to his size. He gives me only a few seconds before he starts slamming into me.
âFuck!â I scream in shock as I clasp my hands over my mouth. Warrens strong grip is soon ripping my fingers away from my face.
âNow Youâre want to be quiet? After all the times Iâve told you shut this pretty mouth of yoursâŚâ he grabs my cheeks, sticking a finger in my mouth as he rams his cock into me. âNow you want to hold back?â He lets out a devilish chuckle, before slapping my ass even harder than last time. He uses my hair to pull my head up making sure that Iâm watching him.
His strong grip holds tightly onto my hair and my waist, making the veins very prominent in his arms. His toned torso glistens in a thin sheet of sweat as his hips buck mercilessly into me. My toes curl when I see the way heâs watching me. His eyes are dark with lust as they study every feature of my body in the mirror. His jaw hangs slack, but thereâs a never faulting smirk on his face as if this is something heâs been waiting on for a while.
He releases my hair to reach down and rub figure eights onto my sensitive bundle of nerves. That and they way that heâs hitting the perfect spot with every deep thrust and the way he looks at me is enough to send me over the edge.
âFuck! Warren!â I moan out in such a pathetic tone that I canât believe it came from my own mouth. My legs begin to shake and breathing becomes shallow as I clench around him.
âThatâs it baby. Scream my name in pleasure for a change,â he growls in my ear. My eyes are clenched shut, but I can hear the smirk in his voice. If the music wasnât playing 100 decibels over OSHA standards and every single person wasnât black out drunk, I might be concerned that someone might hear us.
âOh god⌠fuck Warren! Iâm cumming please donât stop! Just like that please!â My words come out a desperate whine with each breath punctuated by his hips thrusting into me as I come undone around him. My legs give out as pure euphoria floods my system. My eyes roll back in my head as Warren holds me up with help from counter.
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he grunts out, his thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic as low growls and moans slip out between his heavy breaths.
Warren pulls out of me as I lay with my head down on the cool counter trying to collect my thoughts. I feel him release onto my back. The warm seed dripping down my ass as strings of profanities fall from Warrens kiss bruised lips.
âHoly shit,â he pants out in a whisper. I hold my head up to see him in the mirror behind me, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. His chest rising and falling quickly as he wipes sweat from his forehead. As if he could feel me looking, he opens his eyes. That stupid fucking smirk quickly returning on his flushed face. He watches his cum drip down my ass and onto the floor. He silently walks to the toilet paper, then- to my surprise- he cleans me up. Silently, with a content smile, he wipes himself off me.
âUh, thanks,â I say shyly with a bit of red creeping up to my cheeks. I find my underwear and slip them back on as Warren puts his pants on.
âDonât mention it,â he winks, very obviously proud of himself.
âSo uhm,â I start as I slide my dress back on. I donât even know how to act; I feel so awkward and itâs pissing me off how casual Warren is being. âDo we just chalk this up to the alcohol?â I rub my neck awkwardly as Warren pulls his shirt over his head. He lets out a light laugh.
âWell Iâm not drunk. Are you?â He asks, already knowing the answer. I shake my head no as find my sticky, stained skirt and step into it. Warren chuckles, walking up behind me looking at our reflections in the mirror. âWell, on the bright side I made your make look better,â he laughs with a wink, motioning at the mascara running down my face and burgundy lipstick smudged around my mouth.
âOh fuck off!â I huff, shoving him. He slaps my ass one last time before opening the door and stepping out. I look at myself in the mirror, waiting for the feeling of disgust to overcome my body⌠but it never comes. As I wet a paper towel and attempt to make my face look presentable, I canât help but smile. The smile turns to a giggle. The giggle turns to a loud laugh. I cannot begin to explain or even understand what Iâm feeling, but pure joy is bubbling through my body. It must be some kind of weird post nut clarity.
I grab my purse then step out the door, expecting Warren to be gone, but to my pleasant surprise, heâs leaning over the banister right outside the bathroom.
âWhat are you doing?â I ask as I step up beside him, assuming the same position.
âTrying to spit in peopleâs drinks,â he says flatly, not looking my way before a blob of spit falls from his mouth, landing on some random girls forehead. She looks around in drunken confusion, unable to identify the source. âHey bonus points,â he laughs, turning to me with his hands held up in victory. I roll my eyes, but Iâm unable to hide the smile that creeps onto my face.
âI uhm- I think Iâm gonna walk home. I need a shower,â I tell him awkwardly. Iâm so unsure of how to act now and him being so normal isnât helping.
âOh, Iâll walk you,â he says, putting his hands in his pockets. I look at him in confusion.
âWhat?â I ask, unsure if I heard him correctly.
âIâm going to walk you home, dumbass,â he shrugs taking step, expecting me to follow behind him- I do, of course.
We push through the crowds of dancing kids and out the front door. My ears ring as we step out onto the empty street, the silence is quite the change from the loud frat party behind us.
We walk in almost comfortable silence. My house is about a 40 minute walk away, but it seems so much shorter as Iâve been using the time to sort out my emotions- which Iâm not having much success with.
I grab my cell phone out of my pocket, texting Spencer that Iâm headed home so that he doesnât worry.
âWho are you texting?â Warren asks simply as if heâs been trying to find something to start a conversation. He pulls a pack of menthols out of his pocket, holding the box towards me. I smile, taking one of the sticks and popping it into my mouth.
âSpencer. I figure I should let him know where I went,â I explain as we walk down the dim and empty sidewalk. The cool late summer air makes the orange flame flicker in the wind as it illuminates Warrens face in the evening dusk. The end of his cigarette glows a dark crimson as he lets out a puff of smoke. He stops, then looks down at me as he rests his fingers on my cheek, his other hand bringing the lighter up to my cigarette. I stare up at him, admiring how the orange light highlights his handsome features. The flame reflects in his dark eyes that are fixated on my lips. I breath in, igniting the cig.
âThanks,â I smile, exhaling through my nose as we resume our walk.
âYa know, I really did save your life back there,â Warren grins with a nudge from the same hand thatâs holding his cigarette.
âYou actually saw that dude slip something in my drink?â I ask, looking at him with raised brows.
âYep. That girl I was dancing with was leading me up to one of the bedrooms when I saw the douche go into the kitchen. The dude looked the type, so I followed him in there, sure enough as he was walking away from the table, he slipped a tablet in your cup,â he shrugs as he takes a long drag.
It takes me a minute to process his words. It seems that he was actually looking out for me.
âBut⌠Why? I thought you hated me. Now youâre saying that you left a hot girl who was trying to get in your pants just to make sure I was safe,â I ask. That seriously doesnât sound like the Warren I know. Then again, I wouldnât have expected the Warren I know to dick me down at a frat party either.
âY/n I obviously donât hate you. And even if I did, I still wouldnât have let that guy drug you. Iâm not that kind of guy,â he says, sounding a bit offended that I thought that of him. Iâm seeing a part of Warren tonight that I had no idea existed. We approach my house, tossing our cigarette butts in the trash can beside the mailbox.
âNo, I know, Warren,â I smile downwards, looking away from his stern gaze. âYouâre actually a pretty good guy,â I laugh nervously. He grins as he leans against his car thatâs parked on the curb right outside my home.
âIâm really glad you said that right now. Iâm also glad that since I saved you, weâre even,â he smiles as he walks around to his driver door, reaching into his pocket. I stand on the sidewalk, looking at him confused.
âWhat Are You-â he tosses me something, I instinctively catch it, clamping it between my two hands. I raise an eyebrow, almost afraid to see whatâs in my hands. Warren chuckles as he gets in his car, starting it up as his radio starts blaring his âThe Offspringâ CD.
I bend forward, he rolls down the passenger window. I look down into my hands to see my favorite lighter broken. The top of the zippo snapped off from the base. My expression falls, rage flooding my senses.
âWarren!â I scream, more pissed off at him then Iâve ever been. He quickly reminded me of why it is that I hate him so much.
âYeah, my bad,â he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. âYou should really keep your stuff picked up off the floor,â he shrugs. I canât even form a sentence right now. I knew this dumbass took my lighter. âNow get inside so I can leave,â he says motioning with his hand towards the door. Iâm so shocked and exhausted- physically and emotionally- from tonightâs events that I just turn and leave. My face still contorted in anger, I silently walk up the steps and into my house.
Out of curiosity, I glance out the window at Warren. He waits a couple seconds after I shut the door to pull out of his parallel parking spot. I sigh, leaning against the door.
This was the strangest night of my life
#evan peters#evan peters smut#ahs cult#ahs hotel#jimmy darling smut#kai anderson#kit walker smut#ahs asylum#ahs fandom#ahs murder house#warren lipka smut#warren lipka#quicksilver smut#peter maximoff smut#peter maximoff#james patrick march#kai anderson smut#tate langdon smut
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Tell me, please, how did you find your style in drawing characters?
Hi!
I really don't have an original answer haha! For me, what seemed to develop it was just being interested in different kinds of artists and art styles, adopting elements from them and playing with them in a way that I personally liked, and that just eventually became my style
Back when I thought I wanted to head into animation, I was adamant with myself on trying to replicate a mix of the conventional Disney look + Don Bluth's art style. This was 2012 for me where I only drew in that style:
And then I gradually transitioned into what I call my thin lips, thin noses, big ears era lol. It wasn't super conscious, but that's what I just thought looked nice and felt natural to draw at the time. At this point, I discovered the artist Phobs and their style really inspired and influenced a lot of how I drew features during that time. There's some Minkyu Lee influence in there, a bit of Ghibli, and mainly still influenced by animation.
I started getting more into video games later on in high school, and I feel like that started to bleed into my art style somehow.
When I got to university, I had really fallen into a rabbit hole of the world of graphic novels and comics which definitely influenced my style. I was (and still am) really inspired by artists like Babs Tarr, Jorge Jimenez, Jake Wyatt, Jen Wang, Dan Mora, Jeff Smith, Emily Carroll, Faith Erin Hicks, Jamie Hewlett, to name some. There's of course so much more, but I'm just recalling and working off the top of my head!
There was a point where I started drawing more fanart for live action properties (especially for the DC movies) and that also started to influence my style, because I remember I was more interested in leaning away from a heavily cartoony style and trying to give characters slightly more realistic sized features and proportions (but of course, still very stylized.)
But eventually I fell back into a heavier cartoony and stylized look for how I drew characters which is where I'm at these days, and I really attribute this to doing comic work. I worked on my first graphic novel (it's not out yet!) and I can literally see how it changed my style when I look at the first couple of pages vs how I was drawing by the end of the book. It really loosened me up in how I draw now because of how many pages I had to whip up in a month.
For example, this is how I was drawing one of the main characters when I initially pitched the graphic novel in 2020.
and now, he looks like this. Haha!
And ultimately, after looking through old art to find some examples for this, I love that I can still see every single influence and inspiration in how I draw today. I took some different turns along the years (I honestly had so many art style shifts on the way that I didn't even detail here because this thread would be gigantic), but I can see how everything led me to the style that I feel comfortable am happy drawing in today. And I'm sure it's going to continue to look different in two years time even.
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this is going to be a rant post mainly for me myself and i⌠but letâs go. i just watched the last episode of jack and joker yesterday and after i finished it i got on twitter to see everyone hating on jack (and basically everywhere else but mainly twitter and tiktok) which was definitely not what i was feeling and expecting. so it made me question, did we really watch the same thing ?
so why is everyone acting like joke was the only one suffering while jack was having the time of his life this episode ? as if jack had lots of other options to choose from but turned them all down for some reason because he enjoys working for the boss and to suffer. jack is not even a high school graduate. and with the only other jobs he could do, it would take him forever to save up the money needed for his grandmaâs treatment but he needs the money as fast as possible. so to his own dismay and despair he agrees to do what boss asks him to do. i donât know if youâve noticed but like that whole speech about poor people being unable to dream, not having the privilege to have and make choices and being in complete hopelessness because they are only barely able to survive in the realities that they have to live in and cannot break free from all that simply, also included jack too ? like the guy literally was thriving and beaming the last episode and was the happiest he has ever been during the entire show because he thought he was finally free from his debt to boss and thus could go ahead and do what he really wanted to and achieve his dream. all for everything to come crashing down on him even harder than before and for reality to show him the middle finger. last episode he was full of life again and in this episode he couldnât even picture a future for himself. that thing he said to joke about at least one of them making it out was basically him having already given up on himself and his own salvation. he no longer sees a way out for himself. the drawing he did was not him and grandma, it was definitely joke and grandma. because now his only dream is for the people he loves to be happy. and he has to basically succumb to bossâs every wish, hang around with this rich girl who has been obsessed with him for the past five years and perceives poor people like him as some sort of exotic animal species, has to push the person that he likes away so that he is not in danger and cannot even visit the grandmother that he is trying to keep alive because of how busy he is trying to juggle all these at once. he literally got abused by being choked, witnessed this extremely discomforting game of the underground criminal elite, was so distraught by what he experienced that he was giving bodily reactions, had to go around from place to place tagging along rose like some life size doll, became a shell of a person who is absolutely empty miserable and all alone, and all you are upset about are the words jack used to remove roseâs suspicions so that she doesnât see joker as a potential rival and the ones he used to 'purposefullyâ hurt joke to push him away so that the boss doesnât harm him ? i mean rose literally got suspicious about jack and jokerâs relationship based on a three second interaction like she is kinda obsessed. and boss directly threatened jack and demanded him to break his relationship off with joke. jack is acting in desperation because he is desperate. he is certainly not having a good time. and his situation is a direct showcase of just how difficult it is to escape the vicious cycle that the extremely unjust, unfair and rigged system holds poor and powerless people captives in. every time jack tries to break himself out and like he said, dares to have hope for himself, he just gets pulled back down even deeper.Â
and i know that these types of episodes are a nightmare for shippers as when you expect and want your ship to get closer they instead go back to being even further apart and make you feel frustrated. and while i also understand some of the criticism about this episode, i seriously cannot understand the jack hate train at all. like my man has not had a good day since he was probably like ten, give him a break. and what upsets me the most is how this episode literally had one of the best speeches ever written about the struggles of lower class people and it got overshadowed and ignored completely.Â
#jack and joker#rant#personal rant#yinwar#and i definitely don't agree that this episode had poor writing#it may not be what you have wished for but that doesn't make it bad
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Brotherâs best friend hao and you secretly going at it đŁđŁ
warnings: brothers bestfriend!zhanghao x fem!reader, non idol au, small age gap (literally a year), reader is a virgin, breeding mentioned, brother matthew, aftercare cutie, fingering, slight body worship, prolly more but im high so leave me alone
notes: WOOT WOOT
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you sat in the living room of your parents house. just scrolling through instagram. there was a knock on the door and you werent expecting anyone and it was just you and your brother home as your parents were on a work trip. "CHU!" you yelled out. "DOOR!" you groaned as matthew didnt come down the stairs, or even yell back to you. you got up from your comfortable place on the couch and opened the door. you just groaned as you saw your brothers best friend, zhanghao, he just smiled "what are you doing here?" you rolled your eyes. "okay no, hi? how are you?, i see how it is." "matthew is upstairs, probably playing valorant or something as that he didnt hear me." "yeah i could hear you outside the house, he must have it blasting in his ears." you just glared at him as he walked past you and up the stairs. "whatever." you grumbled and closed the door.
you and hao never got along. ever since your brother met him in grade school. hao was a year older then you and he always made it known and used it against you. he would go on trips with you and your family and he would always get the better bed then you because he would use his age against you. it always pissed you off.
"can you order pizza, i dont have any money" matthew ran down the stairs and hung over the couch. "pleeeeassssee for your amazing favorite older brother." "i only have one older brother." "exactly!" you just groaned. "what makes you think i have money." "because i know mom and dad left you with the money for food, so technically its our money, soooo buy us pizza!" "god, fine. but you have to go get it." "why cant we get delivery?" "because its like 10 bucks more, just go get it i'll give you the cash." he rolled his eyes and stuck his hand out for the money. you grabbed your wallet and pulled out thirty dollars and placed it in his hand. he stuffed the money into his pocket and grabbed his keys and left. "i'll be back in like an hour or something."
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about 10 minutes later zhang hao came down stairs and jumped onto the couch next to you. he peered over your phone. "what are you watching?" "god, personal space is a thing your parents ever taught you?" you pushed him away from you. "yeah they did. just when i see you, i cant help myself." your eyes widened at his words. "what did you just say?" "what im trying to say is, can i kiss you?" you just blinked, and without thinking you nodded. his hand placed onto your cheek and he leaned in his lips pressing against yours. your lips moving in sync with each other. his tongue brushing against your lip and you opened your mouth to let him in. your tongues fighting for dominance. at the end you let him win. your make out ended with him being on top of you as you were layed down on the couch.
he detached his lips from yours and made his way down. lips trailing kisses down your neck. your hand making its way to his hair, "hao, i, i've never," "its okay, we can take it slow." he kissed your cheek. you nodded and he pushed your shirt up and kissed down your abdomen. "can i take these off." he tugged at the waistband of your sweats. you nodded and he pulled them down and dropped them to the side. he went down between your thighs and kissed the insides of them. nipping at the soft skin between them. leaving wet kisses. the pad of his thumb pressed against your clit through your panties. your hips rolled against his hand. he smiled up at you, "you eager?" you just whimpered at his words. you felt so embarrassed being this open and vulnerable with your brothers best friend, but god did it feel good. he dragged your panties down your legs, stuffing them into his jeans pocket. his middle and ring finger sliding through your slick coated folds. "so wet for me? wonder if you get wet like this everytime you see me huh?" he stuffed his middle finger into your pussy, your cunt swallowing it. "fuck, so warm in ere' wonder how my cock would feel in this tight cunny huh?" hao was so good at manipulating his words just right to get you squeezing around his finger. he soon pushed in a second finger scissoring them to stretch you out a tiny bit before unbuckling his belt.
he pushed his jeans down and along with them his boxers. his swollen cock slapping against his abdomen. "we gotta be fast, matthew could be back anytime." hao sputtered, it honestly sounded like he was talking to himself. he rubbed his slick covered fingers all over his cock before spitting onto his hand and fisting his cock for a second, covering himself in saliva. his cock head leaking as he rubbed himself through your folds before centering himself with your hole. "you ready princess?" he looked at you with half lidded eyes and you just nodded, the petname hitting you in your core. he pushed the tip of his cock into your cunt, your pussy clenching around the barely inch that was inside of you. the stretch of his thick tip was already so much. you slapped a hand over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. hao looked at you disappointed "dont cover your pretty sounds, wanna hear em'" he smiled at you half lidded, pushing inch and inch into you. your back arching at the fullness you were feeling. "feel, feels s' haaaah~ good hao." you said in broken speach. your eyes closing not being able to look at zhanghao in the eyes any longer. your cunt squeezing the hell out of hao's cock, he could not feel any better, your pretty cunt was absolutely perfect for him. the feeling in your stomach only grew as he thrusted shallowy into you, your slick coating hao's cock every time he pulled out. "don' stop hao, s' close" your words slurred out of your mouth. strings of moans and whimpers got released as he thrusted deeper into you.
his cock hit your cervix, almost immediately after you released. sucking his cock in so tight, "fuck~ pretty, keep sucking me in like this i might have to breed this tiny hole." whines dropped from your mouth as he fucked you into overstimulation. you going officially cock dumb. letting out meaningless babbles. he just laughed at you, not believing that he was fucking his best friends sister absolutely dumb. his hips stuttered before pulling out and rubbing himself, cum splattering all over your stomach and abdomen. he let out the most pretty grunts and groans before sighing and resting his head in your neck.
he sat back up, grabbing tissues from the side table wiping up his cum, cleaning you up. your chest stuttering from his touches still being sensitive. he threw out the tissues and dressed you picking you up bridal style taking you up to your room and puting you in your brain so matthew wouldnt see you shortcircuited. hao left a kiss on your forehead before leaving your room.
#kpop#kpop smut#kpop x reader smut#zb1 zhang hao#zb1 smut#zerobaseone smut#zerobaseone zhang hao#zb1 zhanghao#zb1 zhang hao smut
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I Miss the Misery Part 2 (Steve X You)
Part One Here
Warnings: Toxic Daddy Stevie (but he wants to be better)/ Slightly Toxic Fem sub reader, SMUT, dirty talk, rough play, daddy kink (cause im me), choking, spanking, degrading, Slight Fluff, she loves him and he loves her but they both struggle with their feelings, ANGST, Jealous Steve AND Reader, Steve gets drunk after a bad experience with his father (he talks about it; elaborated), They both try to verbally hurt each so they say mean things to each other ( they call each other names, bring up past behavior, etc.) , cliff hanger ending!
Word Count: 7058
It had been a couple of weeks since your incident with your ex Steve Harrington. When you came home that night your boyfriend was still up waiting for you. You talked things through like any normal couple would and that night you both went to bed happy. Well, he did. You laid there for hours replaying the nights events in your head.Â
You could still feel Steveâs hands on your hips where he clung to you as he thrust his big, thick cock into you roughly till your eyes rolled back. You could still hear his grunts and pants warming your ear as his sweaty body fell on top of yours.Â
But more than anything, you kept going back to the conversation after.Â
âYeah, well, if weâre toxic then Iâd rather go down with you than anyone else.â
âI just kept wishing they were you.â
âI feel like we can make this work.â
You had always believed the two of you could make your relationship work but the problem always was that he could never commit to it. He had you for two years in high school and he, quite literally, let you slip away. It wasnât fair to you for him to think he could just show up one day and youâd drop everything to be with him especially when you knew it would end badly.Â
A strong hand reached out from the darkness of an open door and yanked you into the room before slamming it shut.Â
âWhatâs this Iâm hearing about you going on a date with Ben Lomax?â, Steve asked sternly as he glared down at you.Â
âWell, hello to you to, Harrington. I hope you had a good weekend.â
âDonât play with me, Y/N.â
âWhat do you care? Weâre not dating right? I can go out with whoever I want to.â
Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you watch his jealously rise. You liked amping him up like this so heâd take whatâs his.Â
âYouâre mine, little girl.â
âThen claim me, Daddy. Make me yours.â
It felt so good having him take control the way he did even though you knew it wasnât healthy. No⌠you couldnât allow him to win this time. This time you needed to do what was right for you and Jacob. Rolling over onto your side, you wrapped your arms around his torso and pressed your face into his back, clinging to normality tightly as you finally drifted off to sleep.Â
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âHey, baby.â, your boyfriend grinned as you sat beside him at his desk and he handed you some items in a grocery bag. âThank you for coming by. You know how my mom is. Iâd give her back these things myself but this projectâŚâ
âI know, honey. Youâve been working really hard.â, you reply encouragingly as you softly smile.Â
The smell of his cologne hit you before the sound of his voice. Glancing down the hallway, you watched as Steve argued with someone over the phone as he sauntered confidently towards you both. Your body and attitude prepared for the battle that was sure to come but to your surprise he walked right past you as if you werenât there. After angrily hanging up his phone, his face changed to a much softer demeanor as he grinned, opening his arms wide as a blond young lady eagerly jumped into them.Â
âThatâs Mr. Harringtonâs new girlfriend I hear.â, Jacob whispers. âSheâs a lot younger than him but I guess thatâs expected when you have all the money in the world.â
You hadnât heard a word he said, the fury bubbling in your stomach up to your chest.Â
âI can play this game better.â
Fucking asshole. He wants to pretend Iâm not here and try to make me jealous, go ahead! Iâm not the same girl I was in high school. This wonât work.Â
âBaby? Are you ok?â
âHm? Yeah, sweetheart. Iâm fine, just tired.â
âI understand. Hey, tonight weâre meeting at the bar downtown. Itâs just going to be the team here. Would you want to go?â
Shifting you gaze their way again, you watched as Steve beamed down at the girl before tenderly kissing her lips.Â
âYeah, I think that sounds fun.â
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âSo Y/N, how is the new book coming along?â, Jacobâs coworker asked as you took a sip from the alcohol in your glass.Â
âGood, thank you. Iâm having some writers block but itâs not a big deal. Not as big a deal as what you guys have been working on.â
âYeah, thankfully weâre almost near the end.â, another girl at the table sighs. âMr. Harrington has really helped us out. Heâs been buying us lunch for the office every day.â
âAnd letting us leave early on Fridays so we can have a bit of a break. He stays in the office to make up the time.â
You couldnât help but smile at their praise. Steve had always been a complete asshole but even during your relationship with him you saw the compassion and kindness that hid under the snark.
âY/N? Honey, are you alright?â, he cooed as he sat on the bench beside you. His long fingers tenderly reached out to dry the tears that were still falling down your cheeks.Â
âIâm fine, Steve. You donât have toâŚâ, you tried to dismiss him as you waved your hand.Â
âI know I donât have to. You know me. You know I donât do anything I donât want to.â Steve firmly grabbed your wrists and turned your body to face him a bit more. âNow, whatâs going on, babe?â
âMy, uh, my grandfather died.â
At your revelation, you began to cry harder and he collected you in his arms, pressing your head to his chest.Â
âShit, Y/N. Iâm so sorry. I know you two were really close. Everythingâs ok, pretty girl. Iâm right here.â
âSpeak of the devilâŚMr. Harrington! Hey! Why donât you come sit with us?!â, one of Jacobâs friends shouted bringing you back to reality.Â
Steve Harrington was the devil indeed with how delicious he looked dressed in his jeans and black button up shirt. His signature smile blinded the table as he grabbed his dates arm and headed towards you.Â
âHey guys. You donât have to invite me. Iâm sure youâre tired of dealing me for 40+ hours a week already.â
âOh, come on. Join us. Itâs no problem at all.â
The sound of your glass slamming into the table startled everyone including Steve as he finally gave you his attention.Â
âYeah, Steven. Not a problem at all. Take a seat.â
His head ticked to the side in amusement before taking a seat and pulling his date onto his lap making you cringe in annoyance.Â
âY/N apparently went to school with Mr. Harrington here.â, Jacob explained to his coworkers who were still fairly wide eyed at the way you addressed him.Â
âThatâs pretty cool. You two were friends?â
âNope. Hardly even knew each other. Right, Harrington?â, you sassed.Â
Turning away from you, he focused on the original question.Â
âI wouldnât say friends. We definitely knew of each other. Everyone in Hawkins did with it being a small town and all.â
Throughout the rest of the night, you constantly fumed in his direction every time he opened his mouth. His hands constantly roamed his dateâs skin driving you insane every time she would lean back and nuzzle her face into his neck. In retaliation you tried to do the same with Jacob but you knew that was a lost cause because he wasnât very keen on the PDA.Â
You drank more and more until the world around you got hazy.
âHow long have you two been together?â, someone asked as they gestured towards him and his date.Â
âUm, about two weeks I believe.â
âHm. About how long sheâs been in the world.â, you hiccupped as you knocked back a shot on the table. âI meanâŚlook at you, Barbie. Youâre basically a fetus.â
âY/N.â, Jacob whispered. âThat was rude.â
âNo, no Jacob. Itâs ok. I see she hasnât changed much. Y/N here had kind of a reputation for being bratty at school.â
âAnd Steve Harrington had a reputation for being a man slut.â
âAlright, I think weâre going to go home. Come on, babe.â, you boyfriend said sternly, gripping your arm.Â
âHow about you guys come to my house? Itâs a lot closer and you can get her to bed so she can sober up.â, Steve replied casually.Â
âOh, Mr. Harrington, we couldnât impose.â
âI insist. Come on, honey.â, he grins as he slaps the girlâs ass playfully. âIt was nice spending time with you guys. Jacob, just follow me.â
***
It took you awhile to catch your bearings when your groggy eyes opened and you realized you werenât at home.Â
âJacob?â
Glancing beside you, you noticed his peacefully sleeping frame beside you so you left him be as you got up to find a bathroom. Wherever you were it was a very nice place with the updated furnishings and new home smell.Â
It took you a moment to find a bathroom but after you did, you shut the door and ran the cool water over you face.Â
What happened last night? I remember Steve showing up at the barâŚa dizzying car rideâŚlips on mineâŚangry eyes. Maybe Jacob was upset for how I behaved. I need to make it up to him. He doesnât deserve me acting like a drunk fool in front of his friends.Â
Sighing, you opened the door to head back to bed but was met with a strong hand around your throat pushing you backwards into the bathroom and closing the door.Â
âAre we sober now, little girl? Good because I really want this to sink in.â, Steve growled as his face hovered above yours. âIf you ever disrespect me like that again Iâll throw you over my knee and spank you till you canât handle it. I donât care where we are or if your fucking boyfriend is in the room. Do I make myself clear?â
âWhatâŚwhatâŚI donât rememberâŚâ
âYou donâtâŚdonâtâŚremember?â, he mocked. âWell, let me refresh your memory. I told your idiot boyfriend to bring you back to my house so you could rest because you were insulting my girlfriend and embarrassing yourself in front of his coworkers. When we got here, I showed him my spare rooms and left you guys alone. While I was getting ready for bed myself, the door was open and you were on your fucking knees IN MY HOUSE sucking another manâs dick AND CALLING HIM DADDY!â, Steve scolded roughly in your ear through clenched teeth.
Finally gathering your faculties, you pushed at his chest causing him to release you but only long enough to invade your space again as his face hovered just above your own.Â
âIâMÂ your Daddy.â
âNot anymore.â
âOh? Did you also forget that you showed up at my office two weeks ago begging for my cock and calling me Daddy? Or was that some other pathetic little girl?â
âI wouldnât be surprised with how many women youâve fucked in your lifetime.â
âSaid the whore. Letâs not forget how many guys you were with in Hawkins.â
âI wasnât with anyone! I went on dates but the only person I ever fucked was you!â
âYeah right. Do you expect me to believe that? Hell, you cheated on your boyfriend with me!â
âLike it matters if you believe me or not. Technically I was single in school. You couldnât bother to be seen with me because I was fucking poor. Jesus. You say Iâm pathetic but the truth is you are; a pathetic little daddyâs boy. Couldnât even start or find a company of your own. You had to play sloppy seconds to his business!â
Steveâs palm covered your mouth roughly as he pushed you forcefully against the wall. His breathing became erratic as he heavily panted trying to control his temper. His eyes stared daggers into yours for what felt like forever till something in the air snapped and he replaced his hand with his lips.Â
It was a rough kiss fueled by anger and you felt your pussy flutter at the notion. Riled up Steve was always one of your favorite versions of him because he claimed what was his in the best way possible. This is what you wanted. You wanted him to realize that he hated the idea of you not being his and fought to have you by his side. The problem was he did claim you but never truly made you his.Â
Your arms pushed at his chest but his grip tightened as he held your wrists to your sides. Moving them to one hand, he utilized his now free palm to smack you before grabbing your cheeks with his fingers.Â
âDo you want to stop? Say the word and weâll stop.â, he growled. âAnswer me.â
âNo.â
âNo what?â
âNo, I donât want you to stop.â
âI didnât think so.â
Aggressively, he turned you around and pushed your body against the sink as he moved aside your panties while freeing his cock from his boxers. After spitting into his hand and stroking it along his shaft, you both groaned as he guided himself into you promptly setting a rough pace.Â
âBaby?â
Your eyes widen at the sound of your boyfriendâs voice on the other side of the bathroom door and you see Steve smirk from his reflection in the mirror.Â
âY-Yeah?â
âAre you ok? I woke up and you werenât there.â
The man inside you slowed his rhythm, dragging his length pleasantly along your tight walls before slamming himself back into your pussy making your eyes roll as your nails dug into the arm he had around your stomach.
âI-Iâm okay, Jacob. Ahhh⌠Iâll be right there, sweetheart.â
âYeah, you will, baby girl. Youâllâmmmâcrawl back in beside him full of my cum like the fucking whore you are.â, Steve whispers, his lips attaching to your neck as your head falls against his shoulder.Â
âOkay. Are you sure youâre all right?â
Picking up his pace again, his cock overwhelmed your senses as you tried to control yourself from screaming his name.Â
âYES! Iâm fine. Iâll be right there!â
âAlright, honey. I love you.â
Steveâs eyes met yours in the mirror, softening slightly when he saw pain flash through them.Â
âI love you to.â
He knew you werenât saying it to your boyfriend but to him, however, Jacob thinking your love was meant for him infuriated Steve as he spanked your ass hard before wrapping both arms around you to hold you still as he slammed his lower half into your own.Â
âWhoâs your Daddy, little girl?â
âYou are, Steve, please.â
âSay it again so I know you fucking understand.â
âYou are, Daddy. Please. Let me cum. IâllâfuckâIâll be a good girl. I promise.â
âNo you wonât but thatâs ok. I donât mind putting you in your place.â
As his fingers find their way to your clit, you bite your bottom lip to stifle the loud moan that wants to break free. Placing your arms and hands over his own, you cling to him as your body trembles and you cum hard around him. His rhythm falters and you hear him grunt in your ear before you feel his release spill inside of you.Â
Steve pants as his softening cock pulls out of your aching hole and tucks himself back into his boxers as he takes a seat on the edge of the tub. Maybe it was the headspace you were still in or just seeing him look so upset hit that soft spot in your heart but you couldnât help it when you lowered yourself to your knees and crawled to his side, placing your head on his thigh as you hugged his legs.Â
âIâm sorry I called him Daddy.â
His large palm reached out to pet your head making you sigh as you closed your eyes.Â
âNo, youâre not. Yeah you were drunk but your subconscious definitely wanted to hurt me and that would be the way to do it. Itâs not like I didnât do the same thing by bringing a young, beautiful girl around. I knew sheâd piss you off.â
âWhy do we have to be this way to each other, Steve?â
âI think the real question, sweetheart, is why do we like it?â
âWhy do I like it so much with you?â, you whisper. As your tears begin to fall, he leans down to collect you in his arms and places you on his lap. âI tried, whatever the fuck this is, with other men and every time I got hurt. They were you times 10. Then I met Jacob andââ
âHeâs the exact opposite.âÂ
âAnd not in a good way.â, you sigh as you caress his face with your palm. âSteve, I didnât have sex with anyone else when we were in school. The first time I was every with someone who wasnât you was after I left. I hated it⌠he was too rough and almost every conversation we had was a fight.â Turning his face towards you, you tenderly kiss his forehead. âI swear, I never called any of them Daddy. They would beg me to but it always felt wrong. Only you ever knew how to take care of me like that. I just wish you could have taken care of me in every other way.â
After softly kissing his lips, you crawled off his lap and headed back to bed to curl up in your boyfriendâs arms that you wished were Steveâs.
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Another week went by in uneventful domestic bliss as you continued to be the best girlfriend you could. Today Jacob and his coworkers were celebrating finishing the project they had been working on with a camping trip up north. He had invited you to come along but after what happened you thought it best to stay put. You also werenât really a fan of sleeping outdoors without AC but you kept that little tidbit to yourself.Â
You utilized the alone time to work on your novel and get things done around the house but after a couple of hours, you found yourself extremely bored. Throwing on your jacket and grabbing your keys, you headed to a bar down the way ordering the strongest drink you could think of.Â
Once again, the smell caught your attention first before the snarky laugh that followed.Â
âOf course. Of course. Of fucking course, YOU of all people would be here.â, Steve giggled drunkenly as he knocked back his beverage and signaled the bartender for a refill.Â
He looked completely disheveled, his hair a mess due to his fingers running frustratingly through it. The suit jacket he had worn was hanging on the back of the chair while his white button up shirt was untucked and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.Â
âSteve? What happened?â
âLike you care.â
You should have walked away; left him there to wallow by himself but this nagging in your stomach wouldnât allow you to as your worry for him took control.Â
âI do care. Come on, Steve, talk to me.â
Spinning in his seat, he leaned his side obnoxiously over the bar as his glassy eyes met yours.Â
âWhat happened. HmâŚY/N wants to know what the fuck happened. Well, we finished our project at work today. Managed to sign a huge fucking client worth millions! But does that impress my father? Oh, no. Fucker has to fly up here just to berate me and scold me on what we need to do next. This isnât my first day on the job. Iâve watched that asshole work my entire life and he canât even let go for one God damn second to see I did something good!â
âYouâre right. I remember he was always hard on you. I saw him scream at you once after a game even though the team won and you made the most points. He said you didnât try hard enough.â He nods at the memory, chugging the content of the glass and again asking for more. You discreetly signaled to the bartender that this was the last one as you focus your attention back on the broken man in front of you. âI hope you know heâs wrong. I know how hard you worked on this.â
âYup. I know, Y/N. Iâm not a fucking idiot. Why are you even here? Iâm toxic remember?â
âYou are but that doesnât mean I want anything bad to happen to you. Let me take you home.â
âFuck you. I can fucking take myself home.â, he growls, finishing the last of his beverage.Â
âOk. Can you at least text me and let me know you got home safely?â
After rubbing his shoulder comfortingly, you put on your jacket and pay for your drink but as you turn to leave, a warm palm abruptly grabs your wrist.Â
âY/N, um⌠C-Can you come home with me? I promise I wonât make a move or anything. I just⌠donât want to be alone.â
***
âOh shit!â, he laughs as he falls through the door after turning the key.Â
âWhereâs your girlfriend tonight?â, you ask as you guide him towards his bedroom, holding his waist as he stumbles from side to side.Â
âGirlfriend? Oh, you mean Barbie?â
âThatâs not really her name is it?â
Steve snorts as he chuckles, throwing himself onto the mattress and throwing his arm over his eyes.Â
âNoâŚitâs, um, Tiffany. No, EricaâŚFuck, I donât know. I havenât seen her since you and your idiot spent the night.â
After you flashed him a sassy smirk he didnât see, you began getting him ready for bed starting with his shoes. You thought he had finally passed out but when you grabbed his arm to take off his watch and class ring from college, his eyes opened, and he tilted his head to watch you.Â
âWhere can I put these?â, you murmur with a soft smile.
Silently, he gestures towards the bedside table and you reach for the drawer to delicately place them inside. Something catches your eye, however, as you pull out a well, worn picture of the two of you in high school. Steve rarely ever took photos with you back then. Nothing the two of you ever did was ever genuinely photo worthy since you two were sneaking around most of the time. When this image was taken, you were supposed to take pictures for a class project and brought the camera with you to his house after your photoshoot with your group.
âWhy do you have a camera? I thought you wanted to be a writer.â, he asks after noticing it in your bag and taking it out.
âOh, so you ARE listening to me when I talk?â
âA ha ha. Youâre so funny, Y/N.â
âItâs for a class project weâre working on.â, you giggle.
âIs the project sexy basketball captains?â, Steve joked as he held the device high in the air away from your reach. âHandsome Men at Hawkins High? Oh! Or Gods in Bed?â
âNo. Itâs a project about Hawkins jerks who steal stuff and are TERRIBLE in bed.â
You playfully tackle him onto the mattress and lightly wrestle with him till he has both arms around you with your face against his chest. Gently tugging your hair, his lips land on your forehead before traveling down to your own for a tender kiss.Â
Holding his arm high above you both, he presses his cheek to your own as you both smile and the flash blinds your eyes.Â
âWhere did you get this?â, you whisper as he bends towards you and squints his eyes at the image.Â
âUmmmm⌠stole it from your roomâŚsnuck in.â, Steve sighs as he rolls onto his back and closes his eyes. âYou wereâŚgoneâŚvanish fromâŚHawkins.â
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turn off his bed side lamp but as you begin to stand, his slurred voice fills your ears.Â
âPlease donât goâŚâ
Grabbing a throw blanket, you toss it over you both as you curl up into his side and rest your palm on his chest, letting the comforting rhythm of his breathing lull you to sleep.
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The feeling of lips on your shoulder causes your eyes to flutter open.
You had rolled over in the night and were currently facing Steveâs bland, gray bedroom wall as soft hands roamed your skin. Pretending to still be asleep, you melted into his touch as you pushed your back into his chest. Fingers gently caressed your stomach and up your shirt as his mouth continued to travel towards your neck.Â
Quickly moving some of your hair away from your face, Steve kissed your cheek as his palm massaged your breasts briefly before gliding back down to your stomach. You could feel his eyes watching you as you subtly moaned, the bulge in his slacks pressing against your clothed ass.Â
You allowed your lower half to grind against him as his groan grumbled low in your ear. Moving one of his arms above your head, you reached up to intertwine your fingers with his as his other hand slipped through the waistband of your pants and under your panties.Â
âDaddy.â, you panted as he guided his middle and ring fingers inside of your core.Â
Steve didnât respond verbally, his teeth gently grazing your earlobe as he rolled his hips against you matching the pace of his digits.
âFuck, yes. Please⌠Talk to me, baby.â, you beg.Â
Again, he doesnât answer, releasing your hand to wrap his arm around your chest and hold you to him as he moved his fingers so fast between your legs that the sound of your slick filled the room.Â
Your body trembles against his as the dam breaks and your nails dig into his skin as you cum.Â
Rolling over on to your back, your eyes try to find his but he hastily diverts them as he focuses on pulling down your pants. Gripping his chin, you force him to look at you.Â
âTalk to me, baby.â, you repeat.Â
âWhy are you here?â
His question genuinely threw you off as you scanned his face searching for a reason.Â
âYou asked me to. You said you didnât want to be alone.â
âYeah but WHY are you here, Y/N? You left me, you have a boyfriend, you think Iâm a bad person yet youâre here.â
âI thought you wanted to be with me. Thatâs why you said what you said a few weeks ago. Why do you care? Iâm just the girl you fuck to feel better right? RIGHT?!â
âTHATâS RIGHT!â, Steve shouts but even he realizes he sounds insincere. âYou should go home.â
âWhat if I donât want to go home.â
âI wasnât asking. Get your shit and get out of my house.â
âNo.â
Angrily, he rolled out of bed and grabbed your ankle, tugging you to the edge of the bed. Before he could take hold of your arm to lift you, you smacked his cheek blind siding him as you ran out of the bedroom and towards a guest room with the intent of shutting him out.Â
Steve was much faster than you, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you off your feet as he carried you down the hall towards the stairs.Â
âWhy do you do this, Steve?! Why do you push me away?!â
âBecause, little girl, like you said, Iâm toxic. Iâm just like my father and Iâm sorry to say, honey, you arenât at the level of my mother. Youâre the side piece trash my dad throws out when heâs done.â
As soon as he reaches the bottom step, you take hold of the banister and manage to wiggle out of his hold, running towards the kitchen to allow for the barrier of the island between you two.Â
âSaid the man who has a picture of me in his nightstand. It seemed pretty worn too, Harrington. How long have you had it? How many times have you taken it out to look at over the years?â
âI look at it when I need a reminder of how low I sunk when it came to women back then. Thankfully I do much better now.â
âOh yeah? Like Barbie? Wait, I mean TiffanyâŚErica?â, you snicker sarcastically. âCouldnât even bother to remember her name. Do you remember any of their names? Hell, was I the longest ârelationshipâ you had?!â
He lunges to the side but you duck out of the way just in time as you move around the island.Â
âOh shit, Steven. I was wasnât I? Even in school you had all these women at your side but they were never yours. Why is that? Because if you had been in a real relationship, I never would have continued whatever the fuck we had. Didnât have the balls to?â
You watch his face with immense satisfaction as his eyes get darker, filling with even more fury.Â
âAnd thatâs what pisses you off the most, huh? You say Iâm the side piece but the fact of the matter is you are⌠and that scares you. I could throw you away just like your dad did to his whores⌠just like he does with you⌠Yet instead of standing up for yourself and claiming me; proving to me you can be a good man; you act like a child. You couldnât even tell your daddy to fuck off which is why you went to the bar to get wasted.â
Shaking your head, you size him up and down with your eyes in disgust.Â
âYouâre not my Daddy, little boy.â
The calmness that washed over his face frighted you a bit, signaling to you that you needed to tread carefully. You had only ever seen him this way once before back in high schoolâŚthe first time.
âSteve?â
âJesus fucking Christ. What the fuck do you want?!â, the boy growls from his place on the bleachers in the now empty gymnasium.
âI donât mean to bother you. I donât know if you remember me but we have a couple of classes togetherââ
âWonderful. Go away.â
His gruff tone shakes you a bit but you were determined to say what you wanted to say.Â
âOk. I, um, I just wanted to tell you that I heard what your parentsâŚyour dad⌠said and I just wanted you to know thatâŚheâs wrong. I think you did amazing out there tonight. Honestly, I think you do awesome every game butâŚâ
The jockâs angry yes shoot up to look at you as he scans you over.Â
âYeah. ThanksâŚâ
âY/N. No problem. Iâll, uh, Iâll leave you be now.â
Reaching out abruptly, his hand grips your wrist and yanks you in one motion on to his lap so you were straddling his waist facing him. You should have gasped and hit him, called him a pervert or asshole, and immediately got away from him but the way he was looking up at you with those heart broken eyesâŚÂ
âYouâre a very nice pretty girl, arenât you?â You blushed at his calm, seductive tone as your hands balanced yourself on his shoulders. âCan I return the favor?â
He fucked you right there on the bleachers not caring if any one saw either of you or if you were embarrassed by someone walking in and catching you two. Steve used you till he was spent and he wasnât gentle by any means. You loved it and he knew it as he smirked up or down at you every time you came.Â
He didnât chase you this time as you left the kitchen and ran down the hall. You didnât know why until the man rounded a sudden corner and wrapped his palm around your throat. Pushing you backwards, he guided you towards the sofa before taking a seat and hurling your front half over his lap.
You squirmed as he held you down, yelping when his hand came down hard on your behind.Â
âItâs been too long since youâve been punished properly, little girl. Between the disrespect, attitude, and being a little whore, I think itâs time I put you in your place.â You wiggled against his hold but he was firm as one of his arms pressed into your shoulder blades. âStop moving!â, Steve shouted as his hand came down harder than before.Â
âOwâŚSteveâŚâ
You yelped as his palm came down again a couple more times.Â
âIt seems, Y/N, that you keep forgetting who I am but donât worry. Weâll make sure it sticks this time. If this is the only way to get through to you, so be it.â
âSteveâŚpleaseâŚOW!â, you whine when he spanks you again.Â
âDonât act like this isnât turning you on. I bet if we pull off these panties, youâd be dripping like the little disobedient slut you are.â
After hitting you again, he yanks down your underwear making you groan as he slides his finger through your slick.Â
âSee? Didnât I just make you cum? Look how wet you are. I told you before, honey. Pissing each other off is the shit that really gets us going.â
Minutes passed but it felt like hours as he continued to spank you turning you into a sobbing mess. Your ass was extremely sore and marked up enough that you would need to come up with an excuse if Jacob saw them.Â
âSteve, pleaseâŚâ, you begged. âHow many more?â
âHoweverâŚmanyâŚmoreâŚitâŚtakes!â, he shouted near your ear as he hit your behind between each word. âWho am I, Y/N?â
Circling his thumb along your clit, he didnât allow you a moment to breathe as he built you up and your brain blanked.Â
âAnswer me, little girl!â
âDADDY! Youâre Daddy, Steve.â
âDamn right. Iâm not some side piece you throw away. Iâm fucking Daddy.â, he growled. âPeople like you and my parents think Iâm nothing but Iâm NOT. Women scream my name almost every night. Iâm the CEO of a huge firm. I make a ton of fucking money. Why isnât that enough, huh?!â
As his palm connected with your red, bruised skin, you came drenching his lap with your arousal. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths as he tried to calm down, Steveâs gaze shifting to you when he heard your small sniffles.Â
As carefully as he could, he lifted you up and turned you around till you were sitting properly on his lap with your face in the nook near his shoulder. While you continued to cry, his hands massaged your arms while he tenderly played with your hair.Â
âWhat color are you at right now, honey?â
One of your arms rose to circle around his neck as you softly kissed his skin.
âGreen, Daddy.â, you whisper.Â
Steve curtly nodded as his eyes remained forward while he continued to pet your head, allowing you time to come back down.Â
âAre you ok?â, he asked in a tone you had never heard from him before. He sounded almostâŚafraid. Lifting your head, your palm reaches for his cheek and turns his face so his eyes can meet yours. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to cross a line. I didnât mean toâŚhurt you.â
Placing your forehead on his, he sighs as your fingertips run along the slight stubble over his chin and up to his lips.Â
âI donât mind you hurting me.â
âYouâre not supposed to lie to me, baby girl, remember?â, he smirks as a breathy laugh escapes his chest. âYou like when Iâm rough with you in bed. You like pushing me to rile me up just like I do with you to see if you will because I know youâre a fucking brat.â
Steveâs grin grows as you blush, knowing heâs telling the truth.Â
âThe problem is you and I donât know where the line is. It always seeped out into our day to day and into my insecurities. Thatâs what you donât like. You donât like me using you and breaking your heart. Just like I donât like watching you cry. Not like this anyway.â
Lifting you into his arms, he carried you back to his bedroom and into the bathroom where you marveled at his massive clawfoot tub. After getting the bath ready, he holds your hand as he guides you but you pause before you sit.Â
âWill you sit with me, Daddy?â
âYeah, honey, I can do that.â
After waiting patiently for him to disrobe, you allow him to climb in behind you and take a seat as you lean against his chest. His large palms run along your shoulders and down your arms making you sigh as you tilt back to kiss his cheek.Â
âYou were always enough for me, Steve Harrington.â His eyes meet your own as you continue. âThe problem was I was never enough for you.â
âY/N, Iâm moving to New York.â Your eyes widen as move away from him and scan his face for lies. âI was only supposed to be here for this project and then run the company as a whole from over there. IâŚI never expected to see you again. IâŚâ, he pauses as he tries to collect his thoughts. âI want you to come with me.â
âSteveâŚI canâtâŚâ
âYes you can. I feel like we can work on this if we can be together. I know we can learn the line and just keep this in the bedroom without going too far and being toxic.â
âWe had so many more problems than you being jealous and screaming things at me.â
âY/N, I donât want anyone else. Iâm not the same guy I was. I wonât cheat. I wonât hurt you. Iâll claim you⌠I DO claim you. Youâre mine, baby.â
âYou just told me an hour ago that Iâm just the girl you fuck and I should get the fuck out of your house.â
âIâm not perfect. Truth be told, like you said, I AM afraid of losing you again so I lashed out. I didnât mean what I said.â
âI donât believe you.â, you whisper.Â
âThen why are you here?â
âYou saidââ
âNo. Youâre your own woman with your own free will. You still could have gone home. You still love me and I love you, sweetheartâŚso fucking much.â
His arms wrapped around you, hugging you to him as you began to disassociate. You did still love him; you always had even after you left but you left for a reason. You stayed away for a reason. If you and he were having this discussion 5 years ago you would know immediately that he was just doing whatever he could to appease you without really hearing you and hurt you again a few weeks later. What killed you was if this was 5 years ago and he said he was moving you would have said yes without thinking.Â
Now you were overthinking and fear was taking over.Â
What if things just went back to the way they were? He seems sincere but a lot of his behavior has been the same. But he said he wanted to work on that and with me. Steve said he was finally ready to claim me and that he loved meâŚ
But what about Jacob? Heâs been such a caring and patient good man. I canât hurt him like this especially if thereâs a chance Steve could hurt me again.Â
You should have voiced your concerns to him and talked about it like adults. You should have sat on his couch and heard out his plans for success when it came to your relationship together. You should have listened and expressed everything you needed to but you didnât.
âYou knew what this wasâŚâ
Steveâs entire demeanor stiffened as you whispered the words he screamed at you the night before you left.Â
âIâm sorry, Y/N. I didnât quite catch that. Do you have the balls to say it louder?â
Rising to your feet, you grabbed a nearby towel, wincing when it grazed your behind as you wrapped it around your body.
âI said you knew what this was. Itâs not my fault you caught feelings.â
He laughed to himself as he climbed out of the tub allowing the water to drench his bathroom as he headed for the bedroom.Â
âKeeping going, honey. But really twist the knife and make it hurt. Thatâs what it will take for what youâre doing to work.â Grabbing your clothes off the floor, he tossed them in your direction as your eyes narrowed. âYouâre trying to hurt me, right? To push me away because youâre scared of actually taking that leap and giving me a chance?â
Your glassy eyes shifted away from him as you threw your shirt over your head and pulled on your underwear.Â
âBecause thatâs what I did.â You froze as he continued, slowly moving your way as he spoke. âWhy do you think I fucked Lori that night? Y/N, you told me you loved me and it scared the hell out of me. I was a popular, rich, Harrington⌠I was supposed to become my father. I was supposed to cheat, run a business, and make a ton of money by any means necessary.â
Stopping at your side, his fingers gripped your chin forcing you to turn and look at him.Â
âAll I wanted to do was run away with you⌠but I panicked and hurt you instead causing you to run away without me. Y/N, I knew I fucked up when I climbed through your window and you were gone. I lost the one person that actually gave a damn about me and who I genuinely cared about. Iâd like another chance and I promise you wonât regret it.â
âI already do.â, you murmured as you buttoned your jeans and began walking down his stairs towards his front door.
âOh, Y/N?â, he called nonchalantly.
âWhat, Steven!?â, you shout as you glare up at his still naked frame leaning over the second-floor banister.Â
âYou forgot your phone.â, he says calmly flashing you the screen that was currently illuminating a picture of you and your boyfriend as his call came through. Panic flowed through your entire body as his thumb moved the green dot.Â
âY/Nâs phone, this is Steve Harrington.â
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