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𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑨 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬/𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 - 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 | 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉.. a quiet introverted girl attempts to befriend her popular neighbor

smut (p in v, slight praise kink, use of pet names), cursing, arguing, kissing

6.1k words

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addilyn richardson,

was currently standing in front of her torn apart closet on a monday morning, contemplating what to wear. normally she would just throw on something comfortable, but today was the day her and matt had their science project to present. she woke up with a sick feeling in her stomach, presumably from nervousness. the nervousness from presenting, and from seeing matt for the first time in days. she stood there, seriously considering playing hooky today and going back to sleep. it was so cold, and the warmth of her bed was calling out to her. she shook her head. she couldn’t do that to matt, though, not after she treated him this weekend. she texted him early saturday morning that she was still “feeling under the weather” and that it was best if they wrapped up the project on their own. all they had left was the worksheet, so it wasn’t a lot of work to do, but deciding to work alone and then submit it was risky. she had ignored his questions of how the project was coming along, and she even declined nicks request to hang out at his house. although he was weary, matt trusted addilyn, though, he knew she was a smart girl and she could pass them with ease.

addilyn sighed, settling on a her favorite pair of jeans. she rummaged through the clothes on the hangers, trying to find something that paired well with the pants. she found a small blue lacy tank top, close to the blue of matt’s eyes, and decided on that. she shook her head, trying to push thoughts of the brunette haired boy to the back of her mind. she had to focus today, no more matt, she could not mess up her presentation in front of her class. she looked in her mirror quickly, before opting to put a silky white headband in her hair, attempting to make her curls look a little neater. she tugged a sweater on over her shoulders, grabbing her backpack, before heading out the door.

she hasn’t gotten a ride from matt for the last couple days, not since the day they came so close to kissing. granted, matt would have driven her if she asked, but she grew distant with him, not wanting to embarrass herself anymore than she already had. that moment kept replaying in her head all weekend. how she felt him nearly pressed against her body, the feeling of their noses brushing against one another, how close their lips were to touching one another. she thought about what it would feel like to kiss matt. if it would be gentle, their lips barely grazing one another, or if it’d be the rough, messy kind, where it was a clash of teeth together. she wouldn’t have minded either one, as long as she was kissing matt.

addilyn. she told herself. get a hold of yourself. you need to present well today.

making her way to the bus stop, she saw matt’s van drive past her, nick sitting in the back. addilyn sighed, putting her earbuds in as she waited for the bus alone in the cold. a part of her hoped matt would’ve pulled over, jumping out of the van, and ushering her in quickly, telling her that she did nothing wrong and he liked her back. they would drive to school together, walking in hand in hand, until they had to go separate ways. but he didn’t, he simply kept on driving.

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“i hope you all are ready to present today,” the physics teacher announced as the bell rang, watching a few stragglers shuffle in. addilyn held her breath, looking over to matt. he didn’t turn around to meet her gaze. “maria and joey already offered to go first, but before each group goes up, i’ll allow you guys to prepare yourselves in the hallway.”

addilyn sighed of relief. she only briefly met with matt before class to go over their assignment quickly, barely having enough time to make sure they did it right. although she was confident in her part of the work, she couldn’t help but feel worried it was wrong. she was so out of it this weekend, picking up her phone every five minutes to see if matt would reach out her, and ignoring him when he did. she partly felt bad, but that feeling would instantly be washed over with embarrassment. he texted her a few times in the span of the two days, but addilyn just kept on ignoring matt, praying he would just forget about it and let her work. by sunday, though, matt stopped reaching out to her. she couldn’t help but feel disappointed, but she knew ignoring him would get the boy to leave her alone. but deep down she hoped that if she pushed him away enough he would come back around.

the class watched as each group went up, sitting in anticipation waiting for their turn. about four groups in, addilyn and matt were on deck to go.

“gianna and kian, you’re up now. addilyn and matthew are after if you guys want to go to the hallway.” the teacher told them.

the two of them glanced at one another, slowly getting up and going into the hallway with their project. taking in a deep breath, addilyn looked at matt up and down. he wore dark blue baggy jeans with his car keys clipped onto the belt loop, accompanied with a black and red t-shirt that read ransom across the front. he wore a black zip up over his clothes, where his hands were currently engulfed by the sleeves. her stomach was instantly in knots as matt smiled at her and sat the experiment down delicately on the linoleum floor. he pulled out a bag of marbles from his zip up’s pockets. “you ready?”

addilyn nodded quietly, watching as he bent down, setting the marble on the top part of the slope. he let it go, watching it go down and run its course. it raced down all the slopes, speeded through all the sharp turns, evening spinning around and around the funnel they added. it was flawless. matt and addilyn smiled at one another, both of their chests feeling tight.

“you finished the packet, right?” matt asked, looking at the paper she held in her hands. “can i see it?”

she nodded slowly, a soft blush creeping onto her cheek, handing the pile of paper to the boy in front of her. she hadn’t seen him in person since friday afternoon when he bumped into her, when he saw her crying. she had been so embarrassed. she had a crush on the kid for barely a week and she’d been a crying wreck over him. how pathetic of her. she wanted to explain to matt that afternoon she was upset about something that happened earlier in school, but she couldn’t bring herself to look in his eyes without bursting into tears. instead, she ran away and ignored him all weekend. she watched matt intently as he looked through the packet, seeing the mix of both of their handwriting as they had both taken turns working on it. he paused as he got to one section addilyn did over the weekend by herself.

she watched as his eyebrows furrowed. “are you sure you calculated this right?” he asked, showing her the paper as she leaned into him to look. she could smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne. she flashed back to last week, when his face was inches from her and the only thing she could smell was him. his scent stayed in her room all night. matt’s voice snapped her back to reality. “i think you used the wrong formula.”

“no i didn’t, matt.” she told him confidently, looking up to meet his eyes. she looked back down at the work, going over it carefully. she was certain she did it correctly.

“no, you used the formula for potential energy, not kinetic.” matt pressed back, showing her the paper and pointing. “look.” she directed her gaze back down at the equation in front of her, then back at him absolutely dumbfounded.

“i didn’t.”

“you did.”

“matt, i know what i’m doing,” she told him, her voice starting to grow louder. “i know i did it right.”

“addy, you did it wrong.” matt shot back at her, also starting to become frustrated.

she didn’t even realize she was yelling. it’s as if all the flirting and joking they shared with each other over the last week was gone, and it was the first day all over again. “who’s the straight a student here, matt? i know i did my work right. you just don’t want to admit you’re wrong!”

he shook his head, opening his mouth to speak, before addilyn interrupted him. “i know how to do this shit matt, you don’t, so don’t come out here questioning my work that i know is ri-”

he cut her off by pulling her by the arm into an empty classroom, dropping the papers to the floor and shutting the door behind them. her back was flush to the door, matt standing over her with his arms extended on either side of her head. the space between them was so small, it was dizzying. she looked up at him, trying not to let it falter her confidence.

“what is your issue?” she spat, “we need to go over our project.”

“my issue?” matt yelled, “what’s my issue? you’re the one who’s been acting weird the last four days! we wouldn’t be in this situation right now if you just did the project with me over the weekend instead of avoiding me.”

if looks could kill, matt would be six feet under the ground. addilyn glared up at him. “i wasn’t avoiding you, asshole, i was sick.”

“sick, my ass,” he argued, “you were avoiding me! i know you were!”

“was not.”

“were too”

“matt,” she whisper-shouted. he still had her against the door. “stop it.”

he looked down at her sighing, trying to cool himself down. she continued to look up at him with daggers in her eyes. all the emotions the two felt in the past couple of weeks, they were getting it all out now, only in the form of an argument. how typical of addilyn and matt. she spoke up again. “i knew working on this project with you would go to shit.”

“you don’t mean that.” he told her, looking back just as angrily, standing even closer to her than before.

she stood her ground, trying her best not to feel small underneath matt. he’d always been a few inches taller, but with the position they were in now, he towered over her small frame. she yelled back at him. “yes, i do mean it! if we never worked on this assignment together, everything would’ve worked out so much easier! i would have been fine doing it alone, and you wouldn’t have been bothering me and ruining my-“

matt couldn’t handle the sound of her voice yelling at him anymore, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. in the heat of the moment, not even thinking, he took his hands off the door from behind her and grabbed her shoulders, pressing his lips to hers. she blinked, kissing him back after a moment. he pulled away from the girl, eyes wide as he met addilyn’s shocked expression that was plastered all across her face.

what the fuck did he just do.

matt didn’t even have the chance to speak, hell, he couldn’t even move, all of his words left his mouth. addilyn blinked up at him, pausing for moment, before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling the boy into her. she titled her head to the side, deepening the kiss as she kept one arm wrapped around him, her other hand moving to hold his face close to hers. matt’s hands moved down and gripped her hips, pressing them against his. he kissed her back hard, like she would slip out of his grasp if he didn’t. addilyn cupped his jaw, pulling him impossibly closer to her as she felt him smirk against her lips slightly. she broke away momentarily to look at matt, flashing him a soft smile, his favorite smile. before she could fully pull back, matt was already connecting his lips back with hers. he ran his hands up and down her sides as he kissed her with all the feelings he couldn’t convey over the last couple weeks. addilyn sighed against the boy’s lips, moving her hands from his face up into his hair. she tugged lightly at the brown locks while she felt matt’s teeth graze against her lip. addilyn pulled back slightly, placing a few small pecks on matt’s grinning lips before pulling away fully.

they two of them giggled, still holding on to one another. matt spoke up first. “i still think you did the equation wrong.”

“shut up” addilyn laughed, pressing her lips to matt’s once more.

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“and that’s how kinetic energy works.” matt concluded, taking the marble off of the track and placing it back into his pocket. the class burst into applause, a few kids even obnoxiously whistling to really add to it. addilyn beamed next to matt, looking at him for a moment before returning her gaze back to the rest of the class. the pair returned to their respective seats, glancing at one another as their teacher praised the work. they sat through a few more presentations, before the bell dismissed the students, matt finding his way to addilyn rather quickly. they walked together out of the classroom, not long before the girl pulled matt by the arm into a lesser crowded hallway.

“hi.” she grinned up at him, arms hugging around his waist. he brushed a curl behind her ear, retuning the smile.

“do you wanna skip the rest of the day?” he asked, watching addilyn’s face widen. it was only the middle of the day, they still had at least four more classes before they had to go home. she instantly shook her head no. “come on addy, live a little.” he laughed, watching her contemplate her choices. stay in school like you’re supposed to, or spend the day with matt.

“i’ll buy you lunch.” he bribed in a sing-songy voice, his hands still playing with the hair behind her ears. he brought his lips to her cheek, kissing it softly a few times. he pulled back. “please?”

she sighed, giving in. matt cheered, lacing his hand with hers as he pulled her out of the double doors leading outside. she instantly felt a chill run down her spine as they were met with the cold winter air. matt took notice, slipping off his puffer jacket he was wearing and giving it to her. she smiled sweetly at him as he opened the passenger side of his van, letting her in. he climbed in next to her, starting the car and immediately turning on the heat on full blast. he plugged his phone in, queuing up a few songs, before kicking the car into reverse.

“where to?” he asked addilyn, backing out of the parking space, putting his hand on her knee as he began to drive. she felt her face redden at the action, shifting her legs closer to the center console as matt rubbed his thumb back and forth.

the girl shrugged. “wherever you want to take me.” matt smirked, an idea popping into his head.

they drove comfortably, making small talk about whatever came across their minds. after about fifteen minutes, matt pulled into the parking lot, turning off the car and looking over at addilyn. he found that she was already staring at him, leaning across the middle to place a quick peck on her smiling lips. “let me get the door for you.” he said quietly, quickly getting out of the van and opening her side of the door, offering a hand out.

“such a gentleman.” she laughed, taking his hand in hers. she still was wearing his puffer jacket, only a thin zip up keeping matt’s body from being met with the brisk january air around them.

“are you sure you’re not cold, matt?” she asked the boy as they began to walk, hands still held together.

“i’m fine.” he promised, leaning down to kiss her rosy cheek. they walked through the parking lot, before the park came into view. the large bare trees that surrounded the vicinity became separated by a walkway that lead into the grassy area, where the playground and baseball field resided. she gasped, turning to look at matt.

“i love this park!” she gushed, leading matt though the gate. they started down the walkway, making their way around the track that stretched a mile around the perimeter of the park. they lost count of how many laps they took, walking with their hands together the whole time. they talked about whatever crossed their minds.

“tell me about the book you’re reading right now, adds.” matt asked her, turning to look over at the girl as they walked. her cheeks were all pink from the cold, her lips glossy. she looked back at him, the widest smile spread across her face. nobody’s ever asked her that. she talked to him about the book, her favorite characters, favorite quotes, all of it. she talked of the book she read previously to the one now, and how it was all connected. matt just listened and smiled at her as she talked, loving the way her eyes lit up while she spoke.

they continued walking around as matt told addilyn about his love for nature and the comfort it brought to him, especially in the colder months.

“i just love the trees and shit,” matt told her, taking in the surrounding around them. the trees were dead and bare from the cold of the winter, but matt continued to admire them anyway. “my favorite season is fall because of the leaves. i think they look super pretty and i love the colors of everything.” addilyn beamed up at him listening to him talk about his other favorite things about fall. he talked about how he loved to wear fuzzy sweaters as the weather grew colder, and found peace for himself being surrounded by the outdoors.

they’d been in the park for a good hour and a half, just talking about everything and nothing all at once. they were currently sat on a bench that was located across from a small pond, abandoned from the small animals that typically lived there due to the freezing winter weather. addilyn was resting her head on matt’s shoulder as they still held hands, simply enjoying the moment in silence. she was tracing small patterns on his hand when she broke away and sat up for a moment to look up at him.

“what?” matt smiled, looking back at addilyn. she shook her head, muttering a small nothing, leaning up slightly to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. it felt just like the dream he’d been having all week.

the air around them was cold, but addilyn felt so warm against him. she removed their intertwined hands and wrapped both her arms around his neck, pulling him back down into her as she leaned her back against the bench. matt turned his body to match hers, arms instinctively wrapped around her waist as she sighed contently into the kiss.

“do you want to go back to my house?” he whispered against her lips.

she pulled back, glancing up at matt. “yes please,” she said, leaning back into him. the pair shared a few more quick pecks before they got up, walking back to matt’s car with their hands together once more

₊˚ 𓂃✧

when addilyn and matt got back to his house, they were the only two home seeing as it was still the middle of the day. they were currently up in matt’s bedroom, sitting together on his bed watching a movie. despite the fact the two had already kissed, both of the teenagers were terrified to make another move. they were both sat upright, matt’s arms crossed while addy’s sat her in her lap, their legs barely touching one another. they both wanted more but neither would act on it. addilyn kept feeling matt’s not-so-subtle glances at her, only looking back at him when his focus returned to the t.v.

this was about the fifth time addilyn addilyn looked over at matt in the span of thirty minutes, and she was ready to give everything up right then and there. upon arriving home, matt pulled a grey hoodie over his t-shirt, trying to warm himself after spending nearly two hours in the cold outside. brown hair flopped over his blue eyes and scrunched eyebrows as he tried his best to focus on the movie and ignore the twitching feeling in his jeans. his cheeks stayed a pink rosy color, his lips slightly parted while he breathed heavily. addilyn felt her stomach flutter as matt repositioned himself so he was now laying down as opposed to having his back against the headboard. his arms moved to lay behind his head, his sweatshirt riding up just enough to reveal the waistline of his boxers. matt could feel her eyes digging in to him, looking up and smirking to meet her gaze.

“take a picture, addy, it’ll last longer.” he said in the most flirtatious way, the words immediately making her panties soaked. two hours ago she’d kissed a boy for the first time ever, and here she was now wondering what he’d feel like insider of her. her eyes stayed wide looking at matt as she felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks and the back of her neck.

“sorry, i just-” she started, being cut off by matt’s arms pulling her on top of him following his sudden and bold change in attitide. “matt!” she yelped, half giggling.

“hi pretty girl,” he smiled up at her, his face getting red and his dick starting to get hard as his hands made home on her hips, rubbing them back and forth. her hands traveled up his chest to play with the strings of his hoodie

“hi” she whispered back, unable to stop herself from trailing her eyes all over his body. he looked so good underneath her, it was driving her insane. matt’s hands moved to her back, bringing her down to meet his lips in a passionate and hot kiss. the two lazily kissed as addilyn felt matt’s tongue swipe against her bottom lip, granting him access by opening her mouth more. they both explored the inside of each other’s mouth as their tongues clashed against one another. matt slid his hand beneath the bottom of her tank top, lightly tracing tiny shapes into the small of her back. she whined quietly at the boy’s touch, matt swallowing her sounds as their lips moved together perfectly in sync as they continued to exchange slow, sloppy kisses.

“matt,” she breathed out, pulling away to catch her breath as he began to kiss down her neck. he stopped when he got to where her neck met her shoulder, peppering kisses all along the base and across her collarbone. she gasped when she felt him going back to leave marks all along where he had previously kissed her. he slowly worked his way back up her neck, sucking and biting at the sweet spot beneath her ear. she let her hands dance in his brown locks, pushing him closer into her neck as he continued to leave small kisses over the purple bruises he was leaving.

he pulled away from her neck, looking up to meet her eyes. her one hand still stayed twisted in his hair, the other moving down to rest on his chest, while she breathed heavily and looked back at him intensely, smiling at the boy beneath her. he felt his mouth curl up into a big grin pressing his lips to hers again. he left small quick pecks on her lips while addilyn was giggling softly in between them, trying to kiss him back and laugh at the same time. matt removed his hands from her waist, holding her face still while he began give her dozens of small kisses across her cheeks, forehead, nose, closed eyelids, and all over the rest of her face. he made his way back around to her mouth, pressing it against his firmly. “i want you so bad addilyn,” he mumbled against her lips, “please.”

she retreated from his lips, looking down at him with wide eyes. she’d be fantasizing about this moment more than she’d like to admit for the past week, and now it was finally happening. it all seemed to have worked out perfectly, there only being one issue.

“i’m a virgin” she blurted out, her mouth going up to cover her mouth. she hid her face in the crook of matt’s neck in immediate embarrassment, him just giggling softly and running his hands up and down her back.

“it’s fine, addy,” he told her softly, whispering in her ear, “i just want to make you mine.”

she whined quietly in his neck, rocking her hips back and forth slightly against his now noticeable boner. “what if i’m bad?” she asked, drawing away from his neck.

he peered up at her, moving his hand up to cup her jaw, running his slender thumb across her cheek. “listen to me sweet girl, we don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” he examined her face, looking for any signs of discomfort before he pulled her down into an endearing kiss.

“i want you too, matt.” she sighed into his lips, getting a little more comfortable and planting kisses down his neck. matt smiled, flipping the two around so he was now on top of her, holding himself up with his two hands. his lips met her in hungry and ravaging kiss, very different from the one they had just shared previously. it was a mess of teeth and tongue, their lips barely even catching each others.

matt kissed all the way down her neck, stopping when he got to where her breasts were revealed in the tank top she wore. he began to suck and leave a mark at the top of her left tit, his hand reaching up and underneath her shirt to cup the right over her bra. she curled his fingers in his hair, pushing the brunette boy further into her chest.

“can i take your shirt off?” he asked addilyn, looking up at her through hooded eyelids, his once blue eyes now getting darker with lust. she nodded slowly, gaping downwards at the boy. “use your words, addy, tell me it’s okay.”

“i-it’s okay, please take it off.” she told the boy, holding his face and meeting his gaze.

he leaned up slightly, gifting her pink cheek with a soft peck. “tell me if you want to stop at any point, okay?”

“okay.” she whispered.

he instantly was yanking the tank top off of her body, throwing it behind him onto his floor and he attacked her tits with his mouth, his quick contrast in attitude turning her on even more. he kissed and licked all around the valley of her breasts where it was exposed from the white lace of her bra, leaving soft kisses in the wake of the purple marks he left all across her chest. his one arm was wrapped around her waist as his head stayed buried in the girl’s chest, his other arm reaching around her to play with the clasp of her bra. the girl impatiently moaned, moving her arm behind her to take it off for matt. he pulled away for a second, admiring the girl beneath him. addilyn looked up at him, suddenly feeling insecure.

“you’re so fucking pretty addilyn” he breathed, tossing her bra to the side as he took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his hand reached up to massage her left. she moaned loudly, holding the brunette boy closer to her chest as she felt his tongue flick across the sensitive bud. he did this repedealty, sucking and licking her one tit until he brought his attention to the other, giving it the same treatment.

the girl grew more and more restless, wanting nothing more than to just feel matt inside of her. she groped at his hoodie while he was leaving a hickey underneath her boob, signaling she wanted it off. he laughed to himself at her actions, lifting his head from her so she could take off both his sweatshirt and t-shirt at the same time. the two took a moment to pause, looking at each other intently, both of their chests bare and heaving. “matt i need you, please.” addilyn murmured, her voice laced with desire.

“i know, baby, i do too.” the brunette boy moaned out, grinding his hips down on her, the friction driving him insane as he buried his face into her neck, sucking a dark bruise into her skin. his hands reached down, toying with the hem of her washed out jeans. “can i take these off of you, beautiful?”

“yes, just do something please,” addilyn sighed, running her nails up and down matt’s bare back, scratching at it slightly. he nodded, moving up from her neck as he swiftly removed her pants, the girl reaching up to fiddle with his belt to do the same. matt, also growing just as needy as her, reached down to help addilyn undo his belt and take his jeans off too, leaving the both of them almost fully naked.

upon the removal of his jeans, matt met addilyn with an aggressive kiss, rubbing his clothed dick to her soaked underwear. they both moaned at the new feeling of only a thin piece of fabric separating them, both moving their hips against one another’s. addilyn felt matt slip his hand down beneath her panties, teasingly playing with her clit, rubbing it in soft circles with his thumb. “that feel good, pretty girl?”

unable to talk, addilyn only nodded as she gasped, feeling matt’s fingers move down to her folds, running them lightly across the entrance, before inserting the middle one and curling it up. “fuck, matt” she panted, her eyes rolling back in pleasure, “don’t stop please.”

“trust me, adds, i wont.” the brunette hair boy replied, adding another finger as he thrusted them in and out of her, looking down at the mess of the girl he’s made. “you’re doing so good for me.” she only moaned in response, feeling her stomach grow tighter as her face contorted.

right before she was about to release, she felt matt suddenly pull out, opening her eyes as she watched him suck on his fingers that were drenched in her arousal. her jaw slack, she reached up to trifle with his boxers, dipping her fingers beneath the band and running them along the tip of his dick.

“please matt,” she began, her voice hoarse, “fuck me.”

that was enough for matt to tear her underwear off of her, ripping it slightly as it was discarded into the messy pile of clothes on the floor next to them. he leaned over her, opening his bedside drawer to search for a condom as he felt the girl sucking and biting at his neck. he met her lips to messily make out with her for a moment, before pulling his boxers down, his erection springing free. he felt her soft fingers wrap around his dick, pumping it as he dropped his head into her neck, moaning. impatient, she snatched the condom wrapper from him, tearing it open with her teeth as she grabbed his cock to slide the rubber on.

“that was really hot,” the boy laughed, stroking his dick that was poking into the girl’s stomach, moving it to line up at her entrance. he looked up to her eyes, his facial expression changing to more serious. “tell me if i hurt you at all, okay?” he told her, stroking her inner thigh lightly with his hand.

she shuddered at his touch, replying with a meek “okay.”

“you ready?” matt asked, taking his hand from her thigh and moving it to her hip to hold her. she gave him a small nod, quietly saying yes before he began pushing in.

her face scrunched up as she felt him insert his dick, gasping at the new sensation. “matt,” she breathed, her voice undeniably having a discomforting undertone.

“i know, pretty, i know.” he soothed her, running his hand along her hipbone and tracing soft patterns on it, pausing for a moment before pushing in any deeper. “tell me when i can go again.”

she took a deep breath, reaching for his hand that was playing at her waist, grabbing it tightly. “go ahead.”

matt nodded, continuing to push deeper and deeper until he bottomed out, feeling addilyn squeeze his hand. “tell me when to move.” he groaned, peppering her face with light kisses as he tried to distract her from the pain. she grabbed his jaw, pulling his lips to hers, whispering a soft you can go into the kiss as he began to thrust in and out of her as slowly as he could, trying not to hurt her. he kept on kissing all around her face, diverting her from the uncomfortable feeling as best he could, until she brought his mouth back hers as she moaned, the once pain subsiding to pleasure. her hands tangled in his hair and his around her waist, the two messily kissed one another as matt continuously fucked her, the two finding a rhythm as they rocked their hips back and forth together.

“faster, please,” she begged, her mouth still against his as he simply groaned in response, snapping his hips up into her at a quickened pace. trying to focus on something other than cumming right away, matt pressed hard kisses to her lips, each one growing sloppier, their tongues hastily moving around each other.

“addy,” he whispered in between the kisses, “i’m so sorry-” he was cut off by a long kiss from addilyn, her arms tightening around his neck and she ran her tongue along his lips, catching some of his teeth as he opened his mouth. “i’m so sorry i was mean to you.”

“i forgive you,” she told him, pulling the boy down into her boobs as he began to kiss and leave marks, moving his hand down to play with her clit as he kept up his pace of thrusting. “fuck.”

between the stimulation from her clit, matt’s dick ramming inside her, and him sucking at her tits, she was absolutely spent. “matt” she whined, trying to let him know she was close, unable to form coherent sentences.

“i know, beautiful, let go for me.” he groaned into her tits, rubbing her hands up and down her sides as she came all over his dick, a loud moan escaping her lips. he continued to fuck addilyn through her orgasm, his hips sputtering and bucking against hers as he came too, whimpering slightly at the sensitivity. she breathed heavily, holding the boy against her breasts while he pressed light kisses to them. he looked up at her, stroking her chin as he watched the her regain her breath. “you okay, adds?”

she nodded rapidly, closing her eyes for a moment. “yeah.” she breathed. matt smiled, planting a quick kiss on her jaw as he pulled away from her embrace, pulling out and cleaning her up quickly with a tissue, discarding of the condom. he returned after a second, moving so he could hold addilyn against his chest , resting his head atop hers and their legs tangled together.

she looked up matt, smiling widely as she pressed a loving kiss to his lips. he smiled at the feeling, tilting her chin up as he held her face gently in his hand. “matt?” she breathed, pulling away for a second, “can i tell you something?”

“yeah,” he muttered, brining his mouth back to hers.

“i never hated you, not even in the beginning.”

matt broke apart from her, looking at the girl in his bed with wide eyes. his hand stayed on her face, rubbing his thumb across her lip gently, examining every little detail of her face. his gaze flicked between her two eyes, then down to her smiling lips, before pulling her in for another sweet kiss.

“me either.”

the end

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covetyou · 9 months

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pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: dual narrative, masturbation (m), voyuerism, drug reference (our boy is sober but struggling), subby Dieter, slight humiliation kink, very brief mentions of other sex acts (anal play, PIV, cum play), reader talks Dieter through a very nervy wank. word count: 3.7k summary: The Academy Awards, the most well known, well planned, film award ceremony in the world. So why is the host missing?

A/N: @agentjackdaniels happy holidays from your space sisters secret santa! sorry if this is a bit early for you - it's the 20th in my time zone, I promise! I went the route of award show!Dieter with a twist. Welcome to the Oscars, with your eccentric host - Dieter Bravo.

the suits mentioned are from SNL (blue, we're ignoring the yellow pants), the late late show (pink) and the tonight show (green).

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"Bravo, you're up."

You rap your knuckles against the door again, hoping against hope that he just hasn't heard you and he isn't coked up out of his mind.

"Bravo!" you shout, knocking harder this time, as a voice blares through your in-ear. Fifteen minutes until showtime and the host is still nowhere to be seen. And it is your fault. You'd drawn the short straw and had been tasked with being his handler for the night, keeping him out of mischief and on time. Currently, it looked like you were failing at both.

"Right, I'm coming in!" You cannot be dealing with this shit. You're not paid enough.

You open the door, poking your head around to see if he's inside the dressing room, like he should be, only to find it completely empty. Stepping inside and closing the door behind you, you take in a deep breath and put your hands on your hips. Fuck. Whoever's idea to put Dieter-fucking-Bravo as the host for this years Oscars really needed a kick up the ass, and you'd be first in line to do it.

The room looks tidier than you expected. There's not an obvious illicit substance in sight. Sparkling water sits on the vanity, along with make up and haircare products. You didn't even know where his stylist is, but it was nice to know she'd at least been here. His clothes are still neatly lined on a rail - the first hanger is empty and you assume that's a good sign. It's got to be, right?

Except, Dieter Bravo is still nowhere to be found, and you've ran out of places to look for him.

The only conundrum is all the lights are still on. He'd left the room in such a hurry that he hadn't bothered to switch them off, and yet no one had reported him frantically dashing out in a drug fueled mania.

Even the bathroom light is on. And the door is ajar. You think it won't hurt to check inside, or at least turn the light off. A place like this burned through electricity like nobodies business, but your compulsion to turn off unused lights wins out and you're heading toward the bathroom on auto-pilot.

You only hear the whimper when you're already pushing the door open, and by then it's too late to stop.

That's how you find yourself stood in the doorway, watching as Dieter Bravo furiously jerks his cock with his eyes slammed closed and his head thrown back. You could back out, you should, but instead you stare transfixed as his fist moves over himself, so lost in it all that you don't even think he's noticed you standing there. You really should go before he notices.

Making a quiet retreat you -

"Stay."

Your eyes snap to his. He's looking at you now. His hand has stilled, squeezing himself tight, and you frown. You shouldn't. You shouldn't have even come in, and you definitely should not be seeing this, and you even more certainly must not be considering his offer.

"If you want. Please."

The nod of your head is so small it's practically imperceptible, but he sees it and groans deeply, resuming his strokes on his cock. It's framed in vibrant blue, and you're reminded how he wouldn't even be here if he didn't have that suit. One of the conditions he'd made on hosting was he would get to have a "more exciting" wardrobe, and the green, pink, and blue you'd seen wheeled in on his rail earlier today certainly lived up to that.

It looks good on him. He looks good. Fuck. You really should go, why did you nod your head.

You watch him swipe pre-cum from his head and draw it down his cock. He looks painfully stiff, and you wonder how long he's been at it, if this is the first time today or if he's been jerking himself every opportunity. Either way, you're mesmerized, watching as his large fist draws up and back down his length. You should do something - go, say something, tell him to stop, join in.

Instead, you just stand there, gaping at it like a fucking idiot. Why is your mouth watering.

"Please I-"

"You don't have long," you interrupt.

"I know, I know, I just - I can't -" he pants, looking at you with desperation.

"You can't what?"

"Come. I can't come."

You hold back a laugh. From what you'd heard about Dieter Bravo, that was not a problem he seemed to have very often. You don't hold it back well enough though, and a small sound escapes you, triggering a shudder that you watch run down his back.

"Oh god."

"Did you -?" like me laughing at you, you cut yourself off.

You lean against the doorframe, attempting nonchalance as Dieter tugs on his cock, watching you as you watch him.

You dismissed him earlier, regarding him with indifference and not ever really looking at him. But, appearances alone tell you he's changed. No longer is there a sunken look to his face from too many nights spent out of his mind. He looks healthy, healthier than you've ever seen him, but he looks scared. Frightened, borderline terrified even. You know the only thing standing between him and pure panic is his stiff cock in his hand.

It's probably why he can't come, but is equally desperate to. And if he liked you laughing, well, maybe you could give him a hand without actually giving him a hand.

"If you don't come soon, they're gonna catch you."

He groans, and his strokes slow, becoming more deliberate and focussed as you talk to him.

"Do you want that? Do you want to be caught with your dick in your hand?"

"F-no. No, I don't."

"Then you've gotta be quick and come."

He nods his head frantically, then looks down at his cock here it lays heavy in his hand. He spits, gliding the saliva across his length.

"If you're not careful you're gonna make a mess all over yourself."

"Fuck, don't stop. Please don't stop."

Five minutes - has anyone got eyes on Bravo.

The stage managers voice blares through your in-ear so loudly that you know Dieter has heard it. You purposefully hold the button on your mic as you watch him, making him pinch his lips shut to hold back his moan.

"I've found him," you say into your headset, releasing the button. Let it be known you are not bad at your job, and if anyone was going to find him first it would be you.

"Didn't say you could stop. You still need to come."

"I do, I do, I need to - "

You're holding down the button on your headset again, and he audibly groans this time.

"He's in the bathroom."

When you release the button for the final time, you raise an eyebrow at him. His breaths are coming in ragged and heavy, his eyebrows pinched together as his eyes threaten to flutter closed. You're no expert, but you can tell he's close, and by the movement of his hand you can tell he's still struggling to get there.

"Look at me."

Dieter looks up, pleading with his sad, pathetic eyes. You'd be lying if you said all of this wasn't turning you on. If it hadn't turned your legs to jelly and you weren't grateful for the sturdy doorframe propping you up. If your panties weren't soaked through and your core wasn't throbbing just from watching and speaking. If you weren't desperate to take him in your hand, bend yourself over the sink in front of him, anything.

But there was no time.

With four minutes to go, you do the only thing you can.

"Come, Dieter."

He's due on stage soon. He knows he is. That very thing is the reason why he shouldn't be doing this, but the very same reason why he's doing it in the first place. He needs it, something, anything, to take his mind off of it all and to take the edge off. Six months of sobriety and too many people to keep him accountable meant he couldn't - wouldn't - turn to his usual vices, so this would have to do.

He's struggling. Any other day and he would've come already, maybe to the thought of some gloriously plush tits, painting golden tan lines with his cum. Or a tongue swirling expertly around his asshole. Or the grip of something warm and wet and hot around his cock that wasn't his own fist. But today, nothing is working.

The bang on his dressing room door startles him, not only making his whole body twitch, but his dick too.

And then comes your voice, muffled but so obviously you even through two doors.

"Bravo, you're up."

Shit. He's gotta finish fast, he can't go out here like this, and he can't go out there with nothing to relieve the panic coursing through his veins. And then his mind flicks back to earlier in the day, meeting you and shaking your hand. Your hands had been soft, and you'd smelled fresh and clean. It calmed him. But then you'd listed off everything you needed him to do and told him and his team to get to it with a sharp click of your fingers before stalking off. His cock twitches again, and suddenly he has exactly the fuel he needs to get himself off.

He begins moving his hand again, stroking his balls gently in the other. You've probably gone away, stalked off with your ass jiggling in your pants just like earlier. He grunts, closing his eyes to savor the image. You'd looked good. He can remember the clip of your sensible heels on the floor now. Fuck, he'd let you step on him with those shoes given the chance.

"Bravo!" Another knock on the door and another sigh. If you stay there knocking long enough, it'll get him off. He just knows it.

"Right, I'm coming in."

He knows he should panic. Knows he should stop, tuck his cock away, pretend he was just using the bathroom and washing his hands. But he doesn't. The threat of being caught, by you, spurs him on. If only he could get closer and just fucking come already.

The door of his dressing room opens, and Dieter has to bite back a moan. When the door closes again, he has to fight back disappointment until he hears your footsteps just outside the bathroom. He never fully closed the door, and there's no time to shut it now. He's so close.

"Oh fuck," he whispers, looking down at his weeping cock where it's gripped in his hand. It's rock solid, flushed tip oozing pre-cum that trickles from his slit and coats his fingers with every jerk of his fist.

Time drags on as he hears you walk around, looking for him. And then your footsteps approach the door and he can't help but whimper at the idea of you catching him with his cock in his hand.

His eyes slam shut, his head tilting back as he bites back a louder moan. He doesn't hear the door open, but feels the air shift, blowing a cool breeze over him that makes his dick throb in his hand. If the blood wasn't pounding out of his head so hard he would have heard your small intake of breath as you took him in.

He really should stop. But he doesn't.

And when you go to leave, he really should let you go, but he doesn't do that either.

"Stay."

You're beautiful, in a way that you wouldn't even recognize in yourself, but fuck are you beautiful. Even when you frown at him, eyebrows pinching together, you're beautiful.

"If you want. Please."

Dieter Bravo is not a begging man. Outside of the bedroom. Or the bathroom. Or anywhere else where his dick can get involved really. He didn't beg for this job, they'd approached him. He tried to make himself into such a diva that they'd retract their offer, but his agent was determined for him to take it and for once get some good PR under his belt. The promise of good PR did nothing to stop his nerves.

When your head does the tiniest of nods he feels like he could cry. Knowing that you're watching him - and, fuck, how attentively you're watching him - his balls draw tight, threatening to spill themselves before backing off. It's still not enough. Why the fuck is it still not enough.

"Please I-"

"You don't have long."

Your voice. It's like it's just been drizzled over his brain and is melting him from the inside out, turning his body to goo.

"I know, I know, I just - I can't -" he pants, looking at you with desperation. He doesn't want to admit it, but he knows it's painfully obvious that he can't come if his life depended on it. And it practically does - if he didn't come and get out there as soon as possible, his career would very likely be over. He can see the headlines now - BRAVO ABANDONS OSCARS IN COKE FUELED FRENZY. If he still did coke, he wouldn't be having this problem.

"You can't what?"

"Come. I can't come."

He knows you try not to, but he hears your laugh. It's small, but coming from you, directed at him, it does things to him he didn't expect. He lurches forward as his whole body shudders.

"Oh god."

He squeezes his eyes shut again, hoping that this'll finally be it, finally be the thing that sends him over the edge.

"Did you -?"

He didn't come, that much should be obvious, he thinks. But then he's looking at you again and gets lost in your eyes as you watch him with such nonchalance that it makes him ache down to his bones.

"If you don't come soon, they're gonna catch you."

He groans, desperate strokes becoming slow and more deliberate as he listens to your voice. If you just keep talking to him he'll get there, and this will all be over and he can get out there and do his damn job.

"Do you want that? Do you want to be caught with your dick in your hand?"

"F-no. No, I don't." Liar.

"Then you've gotta be quick and come."

He nods his head frantically, and spits down onto his cock, watching as his hand glides up and down. He imagines it's your hand for a moment, smaller more delicate fingers pulling at his cock, smoothly moving back and forth in an attempt to get him off.

"If you're not careful you're gonna make a mess all over yourself."

Dieter doesn't give a shit about that right now. Just a little longer and he'll be there, he knows it. He just needs you to keep going.

"Fuck, don't stop. Please don't stop."

Five minutes - has anyone got eyes on Bravo.

It's muffled, but he can hear the words clear as day through your in-ear. The stage manager sounds pissed, and the devilish look in your eye as you reach to press the button to respond has him biting back a moan and stilling his hand on his cock.

"I've found him."

He lets out a shaky breath when you finally release the button again, his cock feeling red hot and angry in his hand.

"Didn't say you could stop. You still need to come."

Looking to you, he starts jerking his cock again and nods. "I do, I do, I need to - "

And then you're pressing down the button to speak into your headset again and he's groaning before you even speak.

"He's in the bathroom."

He doesn't give a shit if they heard. His knees feel weak and his eyes are ready to clamp closed, but he can't resist staring at you and that cocky look on your face as you release the button again. Your eyebrow quirks at him and he knows in that moment he'd get on his knees and beg you for something, anything, if only he had the time.

"Look at me."

Dieter looks up, feeling the desperation roll off himself in waves. He wonders if you can feel it, and if any of this is having any affect on you at all. Fuck, he hopes it is. He's going to come. He's really, actually, going to come.

Time's ticking, he knows it is, and his balls are getting tight and tighter again, he can feel them pulling up but he still can't -

"Come, Dieter."

And his vision goes white as he explodes in his palm.

You're staring at him. He can't believe he just did that and you can't believe you stayed to watch. And you talked him through it.

More specifically, you're staring at the cum splashed all over his shirt and how it's slowly but steadily trickling down the fabric. He's lucky he opened his jacket before pulling his cock out, or the whole outfit would be ruined. Dieter is so blissed out that he doesn't even notice, softening cock still in his hand and eyes still closed.

Until rapidly cooling cum drips onto the back of his hand and he's opening his eyes, looking down to the crime scene splattered across his shirt.

"Fuck."

The panic in his voice is obvious. People will be bursting in to collect him any moment, and there's one hell of a mess to clean up. But, you're a problem solver by nature, it's why you're so good at your job.

"Take it off!" you tell him, snapping out of your cock induced trance and gesturing to the ruined shirt.

"What? I didn't think there was time to-"

"I'm not fucking you right now," you hiss. "You've got two minutes, take it off, I'll grab another. You've got other outfits, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah the shirt with the pink suit should work. My stylist is gonna fucking kill me - wait did you say right now - "

He's alone in the bathroom, tucking his dick away, throwing his jacket aside and peeling the soiled shirt from his shoulders before you can answer. Usually he hides the evidence, but there's not time to stash the extra shirt anywhere when there's another sudden knock on the door. The best he can do is throw his jacket back on over his bare shoulders so at least he's not seen to be topless and alone with you as he steps into his dressing room.

The door swings open just as you reach for the hanger of the pink suit, stopping you in your tracks.

"Dee. They're looking for you," his stylist walks in, looking at her phone. She spots you first, before flicking her eyes to Dieter and pointing in confusion. "Oh, hi. Where's your shirt?"

He shrugs, shoulders rising high as you stare at the exposed section of his chest now on full display beneath his jacket. "Changed my mind about it. Looks good enough like this, right?" He checks himself out in the mirror and adjusts his hair a fraction as if nothing untoward had just happened.

You're starting to understand how he won his own Oscar all those years ago.

His stylist seems to be just as eccentric as he is, and is thrilled by the choice to go shirtless. You're not sure your boss will be, but before you can offer a different shirt, Dieter is being whisked away by the production crew, all with confused looks on their faces as they take in his outfit. Dieter takes one last look back at you, mouthing a quick thank you as he's dragged off to begin the show.

The 96th Academy Awards go off without a hitch. You're already hearing reports from online that Dieter Bravo is a hit, his opening outfit being lauded as unique and a breath of fresh air for a sometimes stuffy and overly serious award ceremony. You watch him out of the corner of your eye through two costume changes - both times watching as he leaves wearing a shirt under each of his bold colored jackets.

It's a chaotic, well oiled machine, and by the time all is said and done and after parties are in full swing, you're winding down and saying thank yous and goodnight to the crew who made it all happen. One last sweep of the dressing rooms and you'll be on your way home too.

Empty, empty, empty. And then you're opening the door to Dieter's dressing room, ready to flick the light off and put the building to bed.

Except, Dieter Bravo is there, a vision in deep emerald green, holding the messed shirt from earlier in the evening in one hand and scribbling a note onto the back of a small card with the other. He sees you enter, and looks as stunned to see you as you are to see him.

"No after party?"

He looks sheepish, almost embarrassed when he answers.

"Not any more."

Admittedly, it was perhaps a stupid question to ask a recovering addict. "Oh."

You both awkwardly stand for a moment, Dieter keeping his eyes locked on the card in his hand before he's walking toward you and shoving it in front of you. You take it just as he edges past you out of the dressing room.

There's a note addressed to you and a number, scribbled hastily in Dieter's messy handwriting.

"I didn't want to be too forward, I know these things are..." he trails off with a wave of his hand. "Was just gonna leave that here and leave it up to you."

I owe you my life. Let me take you for coffee. Call me? D x

Looking up from the note, you can see him hesitantly make an exit. Calling after him, he stops in his tracks, spinning on his heel to look at you with more hope than you expect he intended.

"I'm just about to close up, if you wanted to go grab that coffee?"

And so, at 11pm on the night of the 96th Academy Awards, you find yourself in an empty diner, drinking bad coffee with Dieter-fucking-Bravo.

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javierpena-inatacvest · 1 year

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Every Inch

Summary: After feeling discouraged after trying on a pair of jeans that doesn't fit anymore, Javi shows you just how much he appreciates your body, regardless of what you think about it.

Word Count: 3.5K

Pairing: husband!Javier Peña x f!reader (no use of y/n, reader has no physical descriptions besides the fact her jeans don't fit, because let's be honest, jeans suck no matter what size you are)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), established relationship, unprotected p in v sex (be better), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, praise kink, body praise (Javi loves ur body holy shit), mentions of weight/negative self image/body issues, jeans being the worst (let's be honest, they are), fluff, sweetness, Javi being the best husband ever

A/N: Inspired by my own personal battle with my favorite pair of jeans and love for BLT sandwiches 🥴

Can be read alone or as a part of the It's Never Too Late Series!

To say that Laredo, Texas had “fall” weather, was generous, to say the least. After spending all of your life in Chicago, you had grown accustomed to the change in seasons from summer to autumn meaning pants, sweaters, sweatshirts, and most of the time by mid October, a winter coat. When you first moved, people were shocked to see you wearing shorts in February, and you were equally as shocked as to why everyone wasn’t when it was 70 degrees out. You had always made fun of Javi for how terribly he handled the cold, complaining every time the temperature got low enough to even consider wearing a jacket. The first time you had brought him back to Chicago for Christmas to experience a real midwest winter, you were convinced that you could have wrapped him in an Arctic Expedition parka and he still wouldn’t have been warm enough. But now, after almost 2 years of living in Laredo, your tolerance for anything less than blazing hot had decreased significantly, signaling a change in the guard from your summer to fall attire in your closet.

It was the end of June when you and Javi had first moved into your new house, packing away anything heavier than shorts and t-shirts for later. Unfortunately, it had been long enough that later meant now. You shuffled through the things already hung in your closet, pulling out a large cardboard box labeled “warm clothes” that had been tucked in the back corner of your wardrobe since you had moved. One by one, you began pulling out pairs of jeans, jackets, and long sleeved shirts to be hung next to the rest of your clothes, grimacing to yourself at how much you had packed away in such a small box that you had forgotten about.

It wasn’t before long that your clothes were organized on their hangers, having to find ways to creatively squeeze your clothes into your side of the closet without overflowing into Javi’s equally crammed side. With everything at least in a place for now, you took a step back, nodding to yourself in satisfaction at your completed task, before you looked down to notice a crumpled pair of jeans that must have fallen out of your box when you had pulled it out.

“Oh, there they are!” You smiled to yourself as you reached down to grab the pile of denim, holding the pants up in excitement. You had been so busy putting away the rest of your clothes that you hadn’t even noticed that your favorite pair of jeans had been missing among the assorted warm weather items. Although the two of you were just planning to spend the day hanging around the house, you couldn’t help but want to change into the jeans, knowing damn well they made your ass look fantastic, and made Javi go absolutely feral. You quickly slipped off your sweatpants, tossing them into the laundry basket by your bed before stepping into the pant legs of the well worn denim, pausing for a moment as you got halfway up your thighs.

“Fuck, these are tight…” You muttered to yourself, jumping up and down to try and shimmy the pants over your hips, barley getting the denim around your waist. “C’mon, please fit, please fit…” You silently pleaded with yourself, tugging the button of your jeans across your belly, sucking in as hard as you could to loop it through the opening. As hard as you pulled and as much as you tried to push in your stomach, you knew for a fact that there was no way in hell you were getting those jeans to close, let alone fit comfortably.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” You sighed, looking down at the denim now squeezing your lower half in what felt like all of the wrong places. You gave the button one last try, even though you knew it was no use.

“Motherfucker…” You could feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes as you glanced at yourself in the mirror, staring at your figure with your jeans unbuttoned, your mind now seeming to find a way to pick out every single flaw you could find. The longer you stared, the wetter your eyes became, tears now streaming down your cheeks as you wrestled with your pants to get them off as quickly as possible, throwing them across the room in a messy heap. Your soft sobs only became heavier as you looked up at your open closet, wondering what else from the box you had just unpacked wasn’t going to fit you this year either.

You tried your best to take a deep breath and distract yourself from your dismay by folding the rest of Javi’s clean laundry at the end of your bed before Javi came in from whatever he was doing to find you crying over a pair of pants. You aggressively folded the last of Javi’s shirts after composing yourself enough to finish your task, taking an extra moment to hug your favorite of his, his well loved red Texas A&M swimming shirt- one of the first he had left at your apartment when you began dating. You held the soft fabric against your face, finding relief in the sweet and familiar smell of him embedded in the shirt. You closed your eyes, letting out a deep sigh as you folded it and placed it with the rest of the pile, not even noticing that Javi had been watching from the doorway, grinning to himself as he watched you put away one of the shirts that had glady become more yours than his.

“Hey, Hermosa.” Javi smiled as he walked over to you sitting cross legged on the bed, pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. “I’m almost done cleaning out the truck. Do you wanna do lunch after I’m done? I can go pick up Alejandro’s for us. I’ve been fucking craving a BLT all day.”

“Um, I don’t know, I’m uh- I’m not that hungry, I guess.” You mumbled, looking sheepishly back down at your pile of clothes, trying to hide the frustration on your face as you glared at your jeans laying on the floor at the end of your bed.

A puzzled look grew across Javi’s face as he watched you forcefully fold another one of his shirts, throwing it into the pile of folded clothes next to you before crossing your arms over your chest. Ever since he had met you, there had been very few times that you had turned down a meal, let alone anything from your favorite sandwich shop, especially knowing that you hadn’t eaten since breakfast a few hours ago. “You okay, baby? We don’t have to do Alejandro’s if you don’t want to I-”

“It’s fine, Jav. I’m not that hungry, okay? If you wanna get a sandwich that’s fine, I’ll just have like, a banana or something.” You replied, perhaps a little harsher than intended, trying to use your anger to ward off anymore incoming tears. Javi quietly sat down on the bed next to you, placing his hand on your thigh as you looked up at the concern pooling in his sweet, brown eyes, clearly knowing all too well that you were not okay.

“Osita, what’s going on?” He murmured, running his other hand through the messy ends of your hair.

“It’s nothing. It’s stupid.” You huffed, keeping your eyes locked with the denim enemy you had made only minutes ago. You could feel Javi sliding his hand across your face to cup your cheek, forcing your gaze to meet his, only raising an eyebrow at you in response to coax an answer out of you. “My favorite pair of jeans don’t fit.”

Javi cocked his head to the side, trying to formulate a logical response to your statement. “Do you wanna go out and get new ones? We can go shopping if you need new jeans, Hermosa.”

“No Jav, I don’t wanna go shopping for new pants, I want my old pants to fit because they were my favorite pair and now i’m too big for them. I don’t wanna try on any other pairs that I just hung up because if these ones don’t fit, those ones probably won’t either. I wanna be the same size I was a year ago when my fucking jeans still fit. I feel so gross and ugly and ahhhgghh they’re just stupid fucking pants and I know I can get new ones, but still.” There was no use in trying to hold back your tears at this point. You rambled as your cheeks grew red and wet, feeling like an idiot for being so distraught for letting a pair of pants ruin your morning, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel frustrated that you had gained enough weight since the last time you had tried them on that they didn’t even button anymore. Javi sat there for a moment, letting you finish your angry rant as you sniffled against his chest before lifting up your chin, using his thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“First of all, it’s not stupid, or dumb.” Javi softly smiled at you, tracing small circles against your jaw as you looked up at him. “Baby, believe me, I had to buy my fair share of new clothes when I came back home after Colombia, and I felt shitty about it too. Second of all, regardless of whether those jeans fit you or not, I still think that you are the most beautiful, amazing, attractive woman I have ever seen in my entire fucking life. I love everything about you, Osita- every inch of you is perfect.”

“I’m your wife, you have to say that.” You sniffed, letting out a little laugh as the tiniest smirk began to form on your lips from Javi’s sweet words. Javi laughed to himself, shaking his head before turning back to you.

“No, it means more because out of all the women in the world there is no one else that I would rather be with than you. “Baby…” He paused, looking you up and down, biting down on his lip before speaking again. “Baby, you know how much I love everything about your body.” Reaching down, he grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he brought it up to his mouth, carefully kissing each knuckle.

“I love your hands.” He grinned, leaning his body over yours. “I love your arms.” His kisses began to slowly travel up the sleeves of your shirt. “I love your neck.” He rasped, nipping at your skin, his kisses now beginning to become wet and heavy. “I love your beautiful face. Fuck, you know you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, Osita.”

You let out a muffled moan as Javi’s lips met yours, his tongue quickly swiping against your parted mouth before pulling away, his kisses making their way back down your body as his hands worked at the hem of your shirt, helping you to raise your arms over your head as he pulled it off, tossing it off the side of the bed, leaving you in your bra. “You know how much I love these.” You could feel his smirk pressed against your skin as his hand freed the clasp around your back, his hands kneading at your breasts, kissing each one before flicking your pebbled nipples along his tongue.

“Javi…” You whimpered, your breath shaky and weak as he slid himself off the edge of the bed, his fingertips digging into the meat of your ass as lifted you up and slid your underwear down your thighs as they pooled around your ankles. “Fuck, I love your ass.” He mewled, setting you back down as he gently nudged open your legs, admiring the slick that had already begun pooling between your thighs, your cunt wet and glistening as he kissed up the exposed flesh of your legs. “And you already know how much I love this.” He smirked, swiping two of his fingers between your folds, collecting your arousal as he began to circle around your clit, making you moan. “Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen, goddamn. I’ll never get over it.” His breath was hot against your entrance as he took one long, drawn out lick with a broad stroke of his tongue against your throbbing bundle of nerves as he looked up with you, a devilish grin on his face. “Let me show you, baby. Let me show you how much I love every fucking inch of you, okay?”

You nodded frantically, easily complying with his request as he nestled his broad frame between your legs, draping his arm over your hips to hold you in place as he slid two fingers into your heat, curling his hand to reach the spot inside you he knew made you crumble before diving back in between your legs, beginning to lick you up like a man starved. His tongue swirled against your clit, the firmness of each stroke and the deep press of his fingers making you writhe under his touch, grabbing fist fulls of your comforter to ease the tension already building in your belly. You could feel him switching tactics, latching his lips around your sensitive nub, rapidly sucking at the the throbbing bundle of nerves, working his fingers deeper in your cunt as he felt you begin to clench around him.

“Fuck Javi, fuck, right there baby- fuck, I’m close.” You reached one of your hands down, tugging at the ends of Javi’s dark curls, as if to pull his face closer to you as you could feel your orgasm building at the base of your spine, desperate for him to give you your sweet release.

His thick fingers bumped along your g-spot, curving them ever so slightly in the way he had memorized like the back of his hand to make you come undone. The tingle along your spine quickly spread down your legs, pleasure building rapidly throughout your body as you felt yourself on the edge of release. Lifting his arm off your waist, he reached down to grab your hand that had been tangled in the sheets, engulfing it in his grasp as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Dameló, (give it to me) sweet girl. Let go, baby, I’ve got you.”

You could feel the pressure inside you snap, the tingling in your veins quickly transforming into full blown pleasure as your orgasm swept through you. You gushed around his hand, clenching down on his fingers as they gently pulsed inside you as you came down from your high, a smug look spreading across the slick covered sheen of Javi’s face as he withdrew them, licking the juices clean as he sucked his fingers in his mouth.

“So fucking sweet. Can I keep showing you how much I love everything about you, Osita? Show you how much your husband loves his fucking beautiful wife?” He smirked, kissing his way up your body as he stood, towering over you. You nodded, reaching down to palm at the bulge straining against the denim of his jeans as Javi began to undo his belt buckle, shuffling his pants and boxers down his hips before reaching over his head to pull off his army green t-shirt that had been straining against the broadness of his shoulders. You shuffled back on the bed, Javi crawling over you, nipping at your exposed skin as snaked his hand between your bodies to stroke his cock before running his tip through your folds, collecting the shining slick of your arousal along his length.

“Please, Javi. Please.” You whined, squirming your bottom half, aching to feel Javi inside you as he continued to tease you relentlessly, relishing in your desperate state.

“Such a good girl, asking so nicely. So needy, hmmmm? This what you want?” He rasped, gently pushing himself inside you, making you gasp as his hips flushed with yours, feeling his cock bottom out against your cervix. His thickness made you breathless, only able to whimper and nod in response as every inch of him filled you. Almost painfully slowly, he began to pull back, his strokes slow and methodical as the lewd sounds of your moans and the wetness between you coated the walls of your bedroom. As his thrusts began to speed up, he ran his hands down your arms before grabbing your wrists, pinning them above your head and holding them in place with his broad grasp. He caged his chest with yours, the warm touch of your bare skin pressed against each other as he rocked into you, planting hot, wet kisses along your neck, sucking at your pulse point.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, Hermosa. I can’t believe this is all fucking mine.” He whispered, his voice low and tender as he slipped his grip away from your wrists, sliding his hand under your back to pull you up, resting his palm on the small of your back as he helped you to sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in the nape of his neck, and fingers in the dark curls of his hair, the new position making the pressure building in your core grow rapidly. Javi snaked his hand between your bodies, reaching down to rub back and forth along your clit as he punched into you, each thrust somehow more satisfying than the last.

“Oh shit- Javi, fuck- Fuck, you feel so good, please don’t stop baby, don’t stop.” Javi had learned all too well from the tremble of your incoherent babbles and tightness now squeezing around his cock that you were close to coming undone, and he knew exactly what you needed to push you over the edge.

“Yeah? I know you’re close, baby girl. Give me another one, Osita. Be a good girl and cum one more time around my dick before I fuck myself so deep inside you. Fuck me, you’re so fucking perfect. I know you’re close, baby, it’s okay.”

Javi was snapping into you, splitting you open with each thrust, making every inch of your body shiver as the tingling in your lower belly began to build towards your sweet release, your mind going blank from his filthy words he knew damn well were your weakness.

“Fuck, Javi, Javi, oh shit- Fuck, Javi, I’m gonnahhhhhhhh-” Your legs shook as your orgasm flooded through your body, the cries of your husband’s name quickly turning to silent sobs into his shoulder as your body went slack, pleasure taking over you.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so hot when you cum like that. Shit- I’m close too, Hermosa. Eres perfecta. Mierda, tengo tanta suerte. Te amo con todo mi corazón (You’re perfect. Shit, I’m so lucky. I love you with all of my heart). Oh fuck me, shit, oh fuckkkkkk.” With only a few more thrusts deep inside, Javi followed suit, milking himself of every last drop of his spend into you, the mixture of your arousal pooling beneath you as he slumped into you, your chests heaving with shallow breaths as you came down from each of your highs.

Reaching his hands up to cusp your face, Javi leaned in to kiss you, his lips strong and tender against yours, making your cheeks warm as he pulled away to brush back a stray piece of messy hair that had fallen in your face. “I know I can’t fix how you feel, but I hope that was at least some reassurance that I mean it when I say that you are the most beautiful woman on earth, Osita.” Javi smirked at you, rubbing his thumb against your jaw as his chocolate brown eyes gazed at yours.

“I meannnn, it does help a little.” You giggled, pecking a quick kiss onto Javi’s lips. “Thank you, Jav. I definitely still think that’s a bit of an overstatement and doesn’t help me fit back into my jeans, but it’s really sweet of you. I love you.”

“Te amo mucho. (I love you so much.) It’s true. And I’ll keep saying it until you believe me. In fact…” Javi’s face lit up with a devilish grin as he wrapped your arms around your back, scooting the both of you off the bed, making you squeal in delight as you locked your legs over his waist, holding you up, beginning to walk you both towards your bathroom. “I think that we need to take a shower and I can show you again just how much I love everything about you. And then…” He pepper ticklish kisses along your neck and collar bone in between each word as he sat you down on the bathroom counter, hands grasping your face. “We’re gonna go out and get BLT’s for lunch because I know you’re fucking hungry and I don’t want you to be cranky when we come back home and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I’m honestly fucking starving, I could eat 14 BLT’s right about now.” You laughed, shaking your head at the thought that not long ago, you were willing to forgo your favorite lunch because of a stupid pair of pants. “God, you’re amazing. And a fucking menace. You better get me in that shower, Peña- You’ve got a hungry, horny wife waiting for you.”

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Loud and Clear - Young!Fiddleford x Reader

as promised, some Young!Fiddleford content!! enjoy!!

Warnings: NSFW Content, Desk Sex, Dom!Fiddleford, Sub!Reader, Masturbation - MDNI.

Pairings: Young!Fiddleford x Reader

You feel filthy. It’s the god-only-knows which night in a row that you’ve snuck down to your shared lab in the middle of the night while Stanford and Fiddleford slept. You carefully sidle into the room, walking over to the coat rack and grabbing Fiddleford’s lab coat. You’re not sure why there would be, but nonetheless you check the dark area, making sure no one is around.

Taking the coat off the hanger you bring it up to your face and inhale, taking in his scent and letting out a low groan. You’ve been coming down here every night for who knows how long to do this, to satisfy the perverse thoughts that torment you about your coworker. You can’t bring it up to his face without fear of rejection, so this is the next best thing in your mind. You bring the coat over to the closest chair with you, sinking down into it and easing a hand into your sleep shorts.

God, you feel so disgusting; deplorable even, but you can’t stop for the life of you. You circle your clit, once, twice, and a whiny squeak escapes you as you clutch the article of clothing. You hold it close to your chest and bury your face in it, inhaling deeply once again and making a small moan. You pretend it’s him teasing you right now, toying with your clit and leaning over the chair. You slip a finger in and bite your lip to stifle the embarrassingly lewd noise that escapes your gritted teeth.

You don’t even hear the door opening in your haze, much less the footsteps approaching you until you hear a voice call out your name.

“Hello? Ya in here?” It’s Fiddleford’s voice. You stop dead in your tracks and freeze, trying to think of some sort of plan to escape the impending doom approaching you, but it’s too late. “I heard some noise, and…” He trails off once he sees the state you’re in - one hand in your pants and the other grasping his lab coat.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, you in horror and Fiddleford with some unintelligible expression on his face.

“Fiddleford-!” You suddenly find your words, bolting upright in the chair and yanking your hand out of your shorts. “It’s- This isn’t- I’m so sorry-!!”

He stares at you, eyes blown wide with his jaw set. He takes a minute to respond and you think you see his face getting red, although it's too dark in here to tell.

“How uh, how long ya been doin this for?” He finally manages to stammer, hands balling into nervous fists at his sides. “How many nights, I mean.”

You don’t want to answer that.

“I don’t,” you mentally berate yourself, “I haven’t exactly kept track.”

Fiddleford nods at you, glancing nervously around the room. He braves a step forward and starts approaching you, a little wobbly; he seems almost… scared?

You start to panic, shrinking back into the chair and looking at him with wide eyes. He reaches out like you’re some wild animal he’s attempting to calm down, holding his hands up.

“Settle down, it’s alright. I’m not upset.” His voice wavers, and he stops about a foot in front of you. “I, uh, geez.”

He swallows thickly, looking down at you. You stare at him like a frightened creature, trying to rationalize the situation in your head.

“I’m sorry, Fiddleford-” you start, but he cuts you off.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’d be lyin’ if I said I hadn’t thought about this once or twice too.”

You’re about to start sputtering apologies again before his words set in your head. What. The fuck. You whip your head around to look at him in shock, mouth opening and closing several times as you try to think of something to say. You can’t think of anything to respond with, so you just shut your mouth and make a frustrated noise.

Fiddleford laughs a little- albeit nervously- and smiles at you in an attempt to be reassuring.

“I’m flattered, really. I don’t think I’ve ever been sought after before.” You give him a confused look at that.

”Really?” You manage to squeak out, still nervous. “I uh, I’m surprised. You’re really sweet, and cute. I’d thought you’d have found someone by now.”

Fiddleford blushes and places a hand on the back of his neck, looking off to the side.

“Thanks,” he smiles embarrassedly, before looking back to you, “uh, just a suggestion, but if ya like, we could, um, continue where ya left off.”

You swear your soul just left your body. Have you just died and gone to heaven??

You can’t find words so you just nod, hoping he’ll get the message, but that doesn’t suffice for him.

“I need a verbal yes, sweetheart.” You can’t tell if he’s teasing or just genuinely wants to hear you.

“Yes, please.” You whimper and lean back into the chair, allowing him to lean over you. He does, placing both hands on the arm rests as he bends down to kiss you gently. It’s unsure at first - he presses his lips to yours warily, trying to get a feel for what you like.

You lean forward to eagerly kiss him back and he makes an adorable little squeak of surprise. Your hands find the front of his shirt, pulling him in and kissing him deeply.

His hands shake as he grasps the armrests of the chair, whimpering a little when you tug him forward which only spurs you on.

He’s the first to pull away, breaths heavy and labored while he tries to catch his breath. He looks at you with slightly lidded eyes, glasses ever so slightly askew.

“Wow,” he gives a loopy grin and leans back ever so slightly, “that was even better than I’d imagined.”

You flash a smirk at him. “You’ve imagined this before?”

Fiddleford’s face flushes as he realizes what he said, and he sheepishly looks away.

“I uh, s’pose I have.” He smiles nervously and averts his eyes.

Reaching out a hand and placing it on his face, you tilt his head back to you and raise your eyebrows. He follows the movement of your hand, eyes locking with yours. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth in an anxious habit and you grin.

“You don’t have to be so shy about it. If anything, I’m the one who should be embarrassed.” You follow up your words with a shrug before dropping your shoulders. “You’re the one that caught me masturbating with your lab coat.”

Fiddleford laughs quietly, hands still gripping the armrests. “I’d be a hypocrite if I judged ya for that.”

You hum in response and move your hands down to his sides, teasingly running them down to his hips. A shudder wracks his body and he makes a quiet whimper, screwing his eyes shut in embarrassment.

A chuckle escapes you; he’s too adorable for his own good. You hook your thumbs underneath the waistband of his sweatpants and his eyes shoot open, staring down at you with blown out pupils. You look up at him, raising your eyebrows.

“This ok, Fidds?” You purr and ease his sweatpants down ever so slightly, just enough to reveal his hips. His face flushes and he nods, removing a hand from the chair to push his hair back.

“Mhm, s’ okay.” He breathes, leaning back slightly to give you better access. You slip his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free his cock and your breath hitches in your throat. He looks a bit nervous, and you lean back to remove your shorts in return.

“Here,” You shuffle awkwardly out of your shorts, standing up and letting them drop to the floor, “just follow me.” You kick them off to the side, not caring where they go, and grab Fiddleford’s hand to lead him to the nearest desk. He follows along like a lost puppy, stumbling forward and following you. You hop up onto the desk, still holding his hand, and hiss quietly at the cold feeling.

He stares at you, still gripping your hand. You guide his hand down to your bare waist and he holds it gently, his face flushing an adorable red.

“Ya sure this is alright?” His hand slides up your side, infatuated with the way you lean into his touch.

“Fidds, I wouldn’t have initiated it if it wasn’t.” You reassure him. His heart flutters at the nickname and he leans over you to press a short kiss to your lips.

“Tell me what to do.” Fiddleford mumbles, moving back up and leaning over you with one hand resting on the table and the other holding your waist.

You don’t respond for a moment, just moving your hand to his, lifting it off the table and guiding it to your exposed cunt. He lets out a hiss through gritted teeth, gently rubbing small circles against your clit.

“You… You’re so wet.” He manages to say after a moment, moving his head down to press a kiss to your collarbone.

You whimper and arch up into his touch, and he slips a finger inside. You can’t help the embarrassing noise that escapes your lungs, which only spurs him on to add a second finger. He curls them up into a sweet spot and you swear you see stars for a minute.

“Fuck, Fidds-” You curse under your breath, hands gripping the edge of the desk as he pistons his fingers in and out of you, “Please, I need you so bad..”

He draws his fingers out of you, placing both hands on your thighs and spreading them apart.

“I’m gettin’ there, sweetheart,” he mumbles, easing your thighs apart as far as comfort will allow and gently laying you back onto the desk. He wraps his arms underneath your thighs and pulls you towards him, nudging your entrance with the tip of his cock. The both of you draw a collective breath inward and he looks down at you. “Ya still alright with this?”

You nod fervently, placing both hands on his shoulders. “Mhm. Please.”

Fiddleford nervously moves both hands to your hips and sinks his cock into you, drawing a moan out of both of you. He leans forward and kisses you, muffling the noises that escape your throat. His movements are slow and deliberate; you can tell he’s trying very hard not to hurt you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and thread your fingers through his hair, running your tongue over the top row of his teeth. He shudders and lets you slip your tongue into his mouth with a low groan.

Once his cock is fully inside you, he moves one hand from your hip to cup your face. He pulls away from the kiss and looks at you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispers, holding the side of your face. You lean your head into his touch and he chuckles softly. “Can I move, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” you smile to reassure him, keeping your arms wrapped around his shoulders. He nods his head and draws his hips back, dragging himself out of you before gently pushing back in. You make a high pitched moan, gripping his shoulders tightly. He groans and continues his ministrations, gently fucking into you while holding your hip with one hand and running his other hand through your hair.

“So perfect.” he mutters under his breath. “So good.”

“Fidds,” you whimper and look up at him, breathing heavily, “you can be rough with me. It’s okay.”

He swallows nervously, beginning to fuck you a bit harder. You arch your back up into him and he runs his hand up your side, lowering his head into the join between your neck and shoulder. He says something unintelligible into your skin, before you feel his teeth sink into the side of your throat and you jolt.

“Sorry.” He laughs nervously. “Couldn’t help myself.”

You shudder and whine, gripping a fistful of his hair and pulling him closer to you. He rocks his hips into yours at a steady pace, slowly becoming faster - more desperate.

You feel a little guilty about doing this on the lab desk, but the guilt is quickly overridden with pleasure. His cock grinds up into a sweet spot and you nearly scream; it’ll be a miracle if you don’t wake Stanford at this rate.

“Close,” Fiddleford mumbles into the side of your throat, “where do ya want me to..?”

You shudder and wrap your arms fully around his neck to hold him close. “Inside.” Comes your short reply, and Fiddleford’s hips stutter slightly.

“A.. Are ya sure?” He whimpers, face still buried in your shoulder.

”Mhm.” You affirm, a shaky moan escaping you as he fucks you faster. His pace becomes sloppy and desperate, hand gripping your hip so hard you think it might leave a mark. You don’t really care though.

He makes a high pitched whining sound as he reaches his high and spills inside you, filling you to the brim with sticky cum. You make a noise not unlike a shriek as you clench around him and cum, fireworks going off in your head and blurry bursts filling your vision.

It takes a while for you both to calm down. Fiddleford stills and stays close, panting into your shoulder while you try to catch your breath. Your ribs shake with every inhale, until you eventually come down from your high.

“Y’alright?” Fiddleford asks groggily, leaning up just a little to kiss your cheek. You nod.

“Yeah,” your voice is breathy and slightly hoarse, “thank you.”

“Course.” He seems to get a little nervous burying his face in your shoulder again. “Um, would ya like to stay the night with me?”

You let out a small laugh. “Fidds, you just came inside me. I’d love to.”

He smiles against your neck and hugs you close.

“Ford’s gonna be so mad at us.” Fiddleford chuckles, staying close to you.

“Oh well.” You smile and press a kiss to the top of his head. “Next time we’ll just have to take this somewhere else.”

He smiles and looks up at you with tired eyes. “Mhm. Next time.”

thanks for reading!! i hope you enjoyed <33 i also posted this on AO3 if you’d like to check it out there!!

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anna-hawk · 6 months

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Good Boy

Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Summary: Frank loves giving Matt nicknames and wonders which one he likes best. There's one that Matt definitely likes particularly much.

Explicit 🔞 • WC: 2,7k

Tags and warnings: smut, light Dom/sub undertones, praise kink, pet names, come eating + sharing, bj

A/N: Based on this small comic. The second I saw it, I knew I needed to put it in writing and give it an end. I really hope you like it @kuriusagiart. Thank you for allowing me to write for you 🧡

Read it on AO3

As soon as he was through his apartment door, Matt heaved a giant sigh of relief at being back home after a long, very long day. The days had gradually gotten warmer, which did nothing for the fact that he had to wear a suit to work. Whichever suit or work it might be, too. He put the jacket that he’d been carrying over his arm on a coat hanger next to the entrance door and untied the already loose knot of his tie until he could take it off. While he walked further into the apartment and towards the bedroom, the entrance door closed before heavy footsteps sounded from behind him. Inside the bedroom, Matt put the tie on a dresser, where Frank joined him without a word and pressed his chest to Matt’s back. It always amazed Matt how much Frank seemed to need to touch Matt after a tiring day, trying to get to skin as quick as possible. Frank never let anything on outside, but as soon as they were out of the public eye, he was all up in Matt’s personal space. Not that Matt could complain, as he smiled to himself when barely a second later, Frank slid his hands under Matt’s arms to reach for the buttons of his shirt, his lips mouthing over the back of Matt’s neck.

“Frank, you’re gonna ruin my shirt,” Matt grumbled at the hurried way Frank was dealing with the buttons, the threads holding on for dear life under his rough fingers.

The only downside to all of it was that a few of his dress shirts had suffered from Frank’s hastiness; buttons flying, a rip there.

“Altar boy,” Frank grunted back, not stopping his assault on the shirt whatsoever and instead lifting it over Matt’s stomach to get to the last buttons.

While Matt undid his pants at a slower pace, he rolled his eyes good-naturedly at Frank’s use of that nickname.

“You are such a nickname freak.”

Frank snorted. An instant later, Matt could feel the grin against the side of his neck.

“What’s your favorite?” Frank wondered after uttering a satisfied sound at finally getting Matt’s shirt fully open and pulling at it to expose more of Matt’s neck to him. “Choir boy?” He kissed his way along Matt’s shoulder as he tugged a bit more at the shirt to pull it down one arm now.

Matt didn’t reply and instead turned his head to the side to give Frank more access to his skin, which rose with each of Frank’s touches.

“Red?” Frank continued without missing a beat, while keeping his attention on Matt’s neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of small marks over it.

Again, Matt chose to ignore him in favor of enjoying what Frank was doing with his mouth and hands.

“Babe?” Frank intoned with an audible smirk now, the term getting a grimace of disgust out of Matt. “Sweetie?”

This time, Matt had had enough.

“Ah, shut up. Ew!” he groaned on a shudder, and pushed Frank’s face away from him with a hand against the man’s cheek.

Frank laughed heartily, the sound vibrating against Matt’s hand and through his body before he caught Matt’s wrist. There was a sudden shift in Frank’s whole body language, as well as in the rhythm of his heartbeat and breathing, which had Matt stilling as a shiver ran through him.

“Or…” Frank drew out the word as he gently tugged at Matt’s wrist, his voice lowering a few octaves before he slowly licked his way between two of Matt’s fingers, teasing at the center, which got a small gasp out of Matt. “Good boy,” Frank rasped in a low and gravelly voice, right against Matt’s cheek and ear as he wrapped his arms around Matt’s chest.

The name hit Matt like a ball of heat that spread through his whole body and located itself in his chest and groin. He felt his face heating, while his mouth went slack and let a soft moan escape. Until Frank had called him that for the first time, Matt never would have believed that he could respond that way to being called that particular pet name. Or the idea that he could crave the satisfaction of being good for someone, being praised. The first time Frank had called him that, Matt had felt deeply embarrassed by his reaction, coming so hard that night that he’d gone dizzy with it. Frank’s own reaction to how Matt had responded had been enough to soothe that feeling, however. He’d come just as hard as Matt, a feeling of surprise and awe rushing over to Matt from the other man. They hadn’t gone down that path anymore, until tonight, but Matt had known that first night that this only worked for him because it had been Frank.

Frank made a pleased sound and curled his fingers under Matt’s chin to bring his face towards his. Using his thumb, Frank rubbed along Matt’s bottom lip and slightly pulled it down.

“Yeah?” Frank whispered against Matt’s lips. “Wanna be a good boy?” he continued, and slid his other hand down to slip it inside Matt’s boxers.

Matt’s entire body jerked at the feeling of Frank’s warm and callused fingers wrapping around his length, which had gone from interested in the proceedings to fully hard at Frank’s last pet name. He moaned as Frank pulled him out of his boxers to give him a few perfunctory pumps.

“Please,” he sighed, and parted his lips further to let Frank’s thumb into his mouth.

Frank groaned deeply as Matt sucked and nipped at his thumb, his own cock pressing more insistently against Matt’s ass.

“Only got started, and you’re already beggin’?” Frank hummed appreciatively, swirling his other thumb over Matt’s slit that was starting to leak pre-come. “Gonna make it real good for ya.”

Matt’s hips bucked forward as Frank tightened his fist and twisted it over the head to coat his palm with Matt’s pre-come, before sliding back down all the way to the base. Matt had to reach for Frank’s thighs to anchor himself as Frank began jerking him off with a rhythm that only quickened with each downward stroke. He tilted his head back over Frank’s shoulder as he gasped and moaned, his hips twitching and thrusting forward on each particularly sharp pass over the sensitive head.

“Not gonna hold out long, huh?” Frank rumbled against Matt’s throat that he was kissing and sucking on anew, while his other hand kept Matt’s body steady against his own, the palm resting over Matt’s chest.

He certainly knew Matt’s body and its tells perfectly, since Matt was indeed only a few strokes away from coming. Nodding jerkily with a tiny whine as his breaths came at a quicker speed, Matt’s grip on Frank’s jeans tightened as his orgasm began to rise, his whole body going slowly taught in anticipation.

That's when Frank took his hand away.

Matt's entire body pitched forward at the sudden lack of contact on his cock, the delicious tightness gone.

“Frank!” he gasped, as out of breath as if he'd run a marathon, his fingers scrabbling at Frank's arm over his chest in despair. “Please, don't — I — please.” He had a hard time focusing on his words, Frank's earlier use of the pet name and his need to come taking up his every thought. “You said — you said you'd make it good. You said-”

He cried out hoarsely as Frank's fingers abruptly returned to his cock, even his heightened senses having not warned him of the impending contact. Matt went up on his toes for a brief moment as his head flew back over Frank's shoulder, his fingers digging into Frank's arm as Frank's hand flew over his length.

“Sh, sh, 'm sorry… Just couldn’t help myself,” Frank admitted in a rough voice right against Matt's ear. “Needed to hear you beg again… Fuckin' beautiful when you let go, Red.” He thrust his hips against Matt's ass, letting Matt feel the way Frank’s cock was straining against the fly, as well as smelling Frank's own pre-come through the barriers of fabric. “But you can come now. Been so good for me… Such a good boy for me.”

Between the wild pulls on his cock, the scent of Frank and the heat of his body taking over Matt’s every sense, the use of those two words again had Matt suddenly flying over the edge with a loud shout of bliss. His cock spurted long lines of pearlescent come all over the side of the dresser, until the last, weaker shots poured over Frank's fingers.

Matt slumped against Frank’s chest as the pressure of the entire day suddenly eased off him. Grinning, probably dopily, Matt turned his face towards Frank’s with a satisfied hum, until he felt Frank’s lips meeting his. Frank chuckled into the slow kiss, and squeezed Matt’s chest lightly. Reaching down, Matt caught Frank’s wrist and pulled the hand away from his spent dick, only to bring it to his face. Ending the kiss, Matt turned his head forward again to lick over Frank’s fingers, cleaning away the traces of his own come.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Frank grunted, before he was using the hand that Matt was so carefully cleaning to grab the side of Matt’s face and turn it to him to crush their mouths together again.

Matt groaned and turned in Frank’s embrace, opening his mouth for Frank’s insistent tongue, which was focused on getting its share of Matt’s release. The hunger in Frank’s actions had them stumbling against the dresser, Matt’s ass colliding with the wood as he caught their fall. He grinned to himself at Frank’s reaction, his senses taking in Frank’s spiking lust and rise in body heat, his dick hard against Matt’s hip. With a quick move, Matt had their positions reversed, with Frank now leaning against the dresser, his chest rising and falling quickly as he held himself up with his hands on the wood. Without another word, Matt sank to his knees in front of him and made quick work of taking care of the belt, buttons, and zipper. Even before he pulled Frank’s jeans down, Matt’s senses could make out the hot outline of Frank’s length. As soon as it was out of the confines of Frank’s clothes, Matt curled his fingers around it and leaned forward. He slowly licked and sucked over the head with the barest pressure, running the tip of his tongue along the frenulum and the slit at intervals.

“Shit, Red,” Frank rasped, sliding the fingers of one hand through Matt’s messy hair to gently grip it.

He might have been about to say something more, but Matt slid his mouth down to the base to suck there while he cupped Frank’s balls and stroked a thumb over them, cutting off any further words and transforming them into a long groan of pleasure. The sound reverberated through Matt, who moaned in turn at the knowledge that Frank was enjoying what Matt was doing to him. While he jerked Frank off, Matt’s mouth went further until he was tonguing and sucking at Frank’s balls. The fingers in his hair tightened, and Frank grunted as his hips bucked faintly. As Matt made his way back up to the head, Frank finally pulled Matt’s mouth away and tilted his head up.

“Open up.”

Matt obeyed immediately at the need in Frank’s rough voice, his jaw slackening and his mouth opening wider. A second later, Frank slowly pushed between Matt’s lips, sinking in until he barely grazed the back of Matt’s throat. Sliding back out, he did it again a few more times, until Matt moved in until Frank’s tip was pressing against his throat. He moaned throatily as he pushed forward, relishing in the small tremors of pleasure running through Frank at the stimulation, the fingers tugging at his hair, and the scent of Frank’s arousal sharping all the more.

“Fuckin’ Christ, the way you go off on that,” Frank rumbled in awe, as he did as Matt requested and thrust in and out of his mouth while getting deeper every time.

Matt only groaned and whined around Frank, his cock slick with Matt’s drool and making wet squelching noises each time Frank slid further down Matt’s throat. As he contracted his throat around Frank, Matt felt a rush of satisfaction at the cry of pleasure, followed by a sling of half formed curses that fell from Frank’s mouth. He moaned and redoubled his efforts as he could feel Frank getting closer, his sole focus on bringing Frank pleasure. However, Frank clearly had other ideas, since he pulled Matt off all the way by his hair but kept him close.

“Open up,” Frank repeated, his voice having gone to its deepest timber yet.

A shiver ran through Matt at the command and just like earlier, Matt did as he was told. He kept his hands on Frank’s thighs as he stuck his tongue out as well, giving Frank the opportunity to place the head on it as he stroked himself hard and fast. The bitter taste of new droplets of pre-come hitting his tongue had Matt groaning again, a shudder of anticipation running through him at what was to come.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect like that, Red. Gonna take my come like the good boy you are, right?” Frank gritted out between his teeth.

As tired as Matt might be from the long day and the very recent, spectacular orgasm he’d just had, his dick still jerked at the praise. He nodded enthusiastically and made a sound of fervent agreement, never taking his tongue away from Frank’s cock as he let his senses take in the way Frank’s body began to go rigid, how his breathing shortened and heat culminated in his groin. A few more passes of his hand over his dick later and Frank was coming, his hips jerking as he moaned and shot all over Matt’s awaiting tongue. Matt groaned at the sweet and tangy taste coating his whole tongue, not moving until he was sure he’d gotten all of it. He slid his lips around the head once Frank was done and sucked the last traces away, the act having Frank sighing and stroking his fingers through Matt’s hair. Satisfied that he’d gotten it all, Matt stood and cupped the back of Frank’s head to pull him into a kiss. Frank made a sound of surprise, as he was still reeling from his orgasm, only to wrap his arms around Matt’s back and growl into his mouth as Matt slid his still come-covered tongue along Frank’s. They only stopped kissing once every lingering taste of come was gone, and ended with their foreheads touching, breathing deeply and smiling lopsidedly.

As Matt put a hand on the dresser to pull away from Frank, it landed right into the little puddle of come that he'd made on the furniture. He grimaced and sighed.

“You really need to stop breaking or dirtying up my stuff, Frank,” Matt muttered with a pointed wave of his hand. It might have been Matt's come, but he blamed Frank for where it landed.

Frank snorted. “Didn’t hear ya complain, Choir boy.”

“Nope, not doing this again.” Matt shook his head with a roll of his eyes, but huffed out an amused laugh all the same as he cleaned his hand on the shirt he'd just taken off while he headed for the bathroom this time.

Frank followed again with a loud laugh and caught up with him at the shower stall.

“Nah, no need. Now I know which one’s your favorite,” he whispered into Matt’s neck.

Despite the tiredness, a frisson of arousal still went through Matt. Frank’s voice just had this effect on him when he was using that low tone. He was still too tired for anything more, however.

“Don’t you go wearing it out now,” he smiled with one side of his mouth pulling up, as he turned to face Frank.

Frank chuckled and made a noise of understanding, kissing Matt briefly.

“I can always try finding new ones you like.”

But the way Frank said those words told Matt that Frank was about to go for another round of silly nicknames, so he pushed him away.

“That’s it. I’m showering on my own.”

Frank laughed, but thankfully remained quiet, which granted him access to the shower in the end.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 8 months

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Dirty Work 30

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: can't wait for Friday.

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Mr. Laufeyson reappears as the tea steeps. You pour him a cup and bring it to him, quiet and bashful. Despite washing away the mess, your hand still feels strange.

He takes it and eyes the amber liquid. He blows over it and sips tentatively. He checks his watch.

"Alas, as much as I'd love to say and... watch," he drawls, "I do have somewhere to be."

This surprises you but you try not to let it show. You should be happy for the respite, some time to get yourself together, to try to understand all the emotions and sensations unfurling inside you. You nod and clasp your hands together.

"Yes, Mr. Laufeyson, I'll continue cleaning," you avow.

"Hm, yes, please do make sure to put away the clothing in the bedroom. My sister left them in the front room. You make make space in the closet," he explains. "As well, I've let the carpenter in, if you haven't heard--" he pauses for effect as the dull, distant hammering carries through the wall, "as it were, you've proven yourself capable. I cannot speak to my return but I trust all will be in order."

"Yes, Mr. Laufeyson," you answer.

His eyes flit up to you and his lips slant. His cheek ticks but he doesn't speak. He merely arches a brow and spins on his foot and waltzes away with his tea. You watch him, almost reverently. You never noticed how nice his shoulders look in those shirts...

✨

With the house empty, you find your work is simple. You can focus, not so distracted or paranoid by Mr. Laufeyson's looming presence. You finish your usual sweep of the first floor and carry the piles of clothing upstairs in several trips.

You're out of breath as you slide open the closet and do your best to fit in the dresses, skirts, blouses, and a few pairs of pants. The stockings and undergarments you fit in one of the drawers below the hanging jackets. You can't help but take your time as you admire all the lovely colours and fabrics.

You're struck by a thought. When he's done with you, do you get to keep these or do these only come with the work? With your peculiar arrangement. You falter and shut the closet.

You tidy up the spare hangers and try not to think. You look down at the black velvet under the white apron. You look ridiculous. You're dressed like a whore. That's what this is, isn't it?

Your skin scalds as you shove away the hangers in the hallway closet and return to the bedroom. You can't keep this on. It's like a brand marking you. You pull out a plain pair of black pants and a rosy blouse. It'll do.

You've been so caught up in everything, it's as if you've completely detached from reality. There's more than this house and Mr. Laufeyson and his orders. What about your father? Your real home. You grab your phone and stare at the screen, wanting to dial his number, but thinking better of it. You swipe away the several missed calls from the electric company.

You shake off the malaise but it trails after you. You go to the library and settle in behind the laptop. You sit and stare at the clustered excel and rub your eyes. You can't seem to focus. The dull thumping draws your attention from the glare of the screen and you go to the window, tearing open the curtains.

You peer out but can't quite see past the hedges. It's a beautiful day. You could go around, just to make sure nothing needs tending. It's a weak excuse but one you'll gladly take.

You leave the library and descend the stairs, a pair of flats in hand. Oh, you didn't even put out any water. You go to the kitchen to fetch a jug and glass. You carry it to the back door and stop to slip on the shoes.

You go out into the sunshine as your eyes slit against the bright yellow sheen. You balance the jug and glass as best you can as you follow the path down to the gazebo. The hammering is quieted but you can hear Ronan's footsteps on the wooden stairs. You blink through the sunny haze as you enter the shade and catch sight of him.

"Morning," you greet him as you stop just at the bottom. He turns to you and offers a small curve of his lips. He wears a sweat-stained tank which shows off the top his chest and his muscular arms.

"Morning, miss," he returns, "how are you?"

"Alright, you?" You ask, "I brought some water."

"Thank you," his voice rumbles from his chest as he wipes his forehead, "haven't seen you in a while."

"Uh, well, I've been busy," you chew your lip.

He comes down the steps and takes the jug and glass from you. He places them at the edge of the second step and turns back to you.

"Oh yes, I'm sure that boss of yours keeps you all tied up," he muses, "your little chipmunk friend has been looking for you, I think."

"Really?" You look around, "I... I guess I should try to get out more."

You reach back to scratch your neck. You're suddenly regretting your choice. Facing him makes you burn from more than the beaming sunlight. You're sure he can see right through you.

"I should... uh," you point weakly behind you.

"Yes, suppose you should," he sighs, "shouldn't take much longer."

"Um," you look past him, "yeah, er, looks really good."

"Mm," he hums curtly, "see ya around, then."

He turns back and hops back up the steps. You frown and dip your chin down. You walk away glumly, kicking your feet around heavily.

It's your own fault. You forget your place, you forget who and what you are. No one cares about you, they only have a use for you, and you're better off out of his way.

✨

As Ronan pulls through the gate, a toot comes from the other side. You keep the switch held down as Mr. Laufeyson’s car glides through. His return darkens the black cloud that's formed in his absence.

He gets out, light on his feet as he swiftly heads up the walk. You close the gate, put off by his brusque disregard. He's reverted to cool sternness.

You follow a few minutes after him but find no sign of him inside. You wet your lips and go upstairs. You enter the library silently and sit in front of the laptop.

There's a block in his schedule but no label. You've been staring at it for some time, trying to figure it out. You lean forward as you click through notes.

“Hard at work, I see,” he enters with the droll remark, “I see this place is spotless, and yet here you are…”

You look at him and blink.

“Mr. Laufeyson, did I miss–”

He quiets you as he reaches to touch the collar of your blouse, “I did not bid you to change.”

“I… sorry, Mr. Laufeyson, I finished cleaning–”

“But I did not finish with you,” he retorts.

You blanch and stand up, shifting awkwardly between the chair and him. He catches you by the shoulders and his eyes glint. He tilts his head and you hit the armrest.

“I also told you I dealt with the carpenter, didn't I?” He snarls.

His tone slices through you and you wince, “sorry, I only–”

“I don’t want to hear excuses. I only want you to do your duty. Obey, that is it.”

You snap your mouth shut and pout. You look down and bring your hand together, wringing them as you sway. A thought flickers and lights an epiphany.

“How…” you peek up, “how do you know I went out there?”

He tilts his head dangerously, “since when do you question me?”

You shrug and look away. He grabs your chin and puts your head straight, crowding you against the chair. He leans in as his green eyes bore into yours.

“As fun as you are, pet, I am not fond of disobedience. You grow careless and it is not becoming,” he sneers.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Laufeyson,” you gulp, “I…” you wiggle your nose, “I will listen. I promise.” Your lower lip trembles, “what do you want me to do?”

He considers you, his jaw tensing. He lets you go gruffly and flutters his fingers as he sighs. He struts to the door as you stare dumbly. Did you say the wrong thing? How? Why is he so upset? You didn’t do anything. You’re confused.

He said he wanted you, didn’t he? So why is he walking away?

He stops in the doorway of his study. He reaches to grip the frame and lingers there. He lowers his head and turns. You look at his profile as he thinks beneath the shroud of his eyelashes. They flick up and scan over to you.

“Yes, let’s work on your obedience, pet,” he lets go of the door frame and turns as he wags his finger at you, “pull up that chair.” He goes to the other side of the desk, “here.”

You take his command eagerly. If you’re good, he won’t be mad. If you’re good, he’ll say nice things again. If you’re good, he won’t throw you away.

You struggle to lift the heavy chair but do. You scrape it just before you put it where he points. You step back, expecting him to claim the seat himself. He tuts as he steps back on his heel.

“Sit, pet.”

Again, you accept his order without a thought. You lower yourself onto the edge of the chair and await his next demand. He looks down on you, his eyes narrowing on either side of his long nose. He brings his hand up to tug on the knot of his tie just before letting it trail down to the end. His throat bobs and he exhales slowly, his chest deflating.

“Do you recall the game we played earlier?” He asks.

You nod. Of course, you remember. It’s stuck in your head.

“Well then, you may go ahead,” he gestures to his trousers.

You let your eyes descend from his face. Your gaze crawls down his long torso and to his belt. The burgundy leather looped through the brown fabric. You twitch then steady yourself. There’s something in you that’s excited, and that other part that’s terrified.

You unbuckle his belt shakily. Clumsy as you catch the little stick on several holes before you get it loose. You let the leather fall lax and fumble with the metal button, your head pounding at the air trapped in your chest. You pinch the tab of his zipper and tug it down, little by little.

He wears no briefs, as if he planned this. Maybe he did. You don’t care. None of that matters. You know what he wants. You need to think of that before you ever think about what you want. Maybe you want the same thing. That tickle between your legs seems to say so.

He shifts as he pokes out of the top of his pants. You spread his fly open as he bulges through. You push his trousers down a little further and let out a gasp. Up close, he looks even bigger than before. It’s still so new to you, so strange, a bit silly looking even.

You raise your hand and touch him. You brush your fingertips against his taut skin and he groans. You wrap your fingers around him lightly as he braces his hips, tilting his pelvis slightly.

“Tighter,” he growls.

You obey. You squeeze and pump up, then down. He shudders and lets out another groan. His fingertips curl into his hips. You keep going, the same motion, the same noise. You do it several times as you feel the tension coiling in him.

As you play with him, heat speckles in your thighs and your core sparks. You wince as Mr. Laufeyson’s hand surprises you, reaching forward to pet your cheek, then trails up over your hair. He hums and spreads his fingers behind your head.

“Pet,” he rasps, “with your mouth.”

He pulls you forward just a bit and you squeak. You look up at him, shocked. He can’t mean… that.

“Mmm, pet, please, yes, keep looking at me,” his other hand loosens your other from his dick.

He grips his base and steps closer, angling his tip against your lower lip. You try to pull back but he keeps you in place. He grasps your head tighter and crushes his swollen head to your lips. You have no choice but to open up to him.

He slips into your mouth as you close your eyes. He tisks and fists your hair, tugging.

“I said look at me.”

You snap your eyes open, peering up helplessly as he urges into you. An inch, then another, then another, until he pokes at your throat. You murmur as he eases back then in again. The wet noise of you around him curdles in your stomach yet the glow in your pelvis radiates hotter.

“Mmm, pet,” he drags you along his length slowly, rocking his hips slightly, “don’t you like to obey me?”

You hum around him and he grunts. He prods at your throat with each thrust, each time blunter than the last. Your eyes glisten as tears bobble along the brims. For more than the discomfort, but the shame. The realisation of what he’s doing to you, of what you’re letting him do.

You latch onto the arms of the chair as you slide closer to the edge of the chair. He brings his other hand to your head, gripping it firmly as he uses your mouth. Your eyes roll back behind the lids and he snarls.

“Open,” he sneers, “look at me, pet.”

You sniffle, barely able to breath as he speeds up. Your tears flow free as you look up at him and his green irises darken as his pupils dilate. He bites his lips and growls as he stills you, instead tilting his hips into you. He hits your throat again, this time breaking past the resistance.

You gag and spasm but he doesn’t relent. He holds himself there, wiggling his pelvis as his thumb stretches to touch a droplet along your cheek. He purrs and rolls back before gliding back into your slick mouth.

“When you look at that carpenter, I want you to remember this. I want you to remember who you belong to,” he hisses around pleasured grunts.

You bat your wet lashes as you sit mercilessly in his thrall. Your vision blurs as your mortification swells over and your body wracks as his intensity builds. Through it all, your mind wanders to the den and the camera hidden on the mantle. It can’t be the only one. It’s the only way he would know.

But it isn’t him who’s wrong. It’s his house, his rules, and you disobeyed him. He told you he dealt with Ronan, he told you who you belong to. You didn’t listen and this is the lesson you learn.

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avenging-fandoms · 2 years

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if you were a kook princess and best friends with rafe...... he'd find comfort in staying with you nearly 24/7.

the only time he would go home is if you ever came with him to get clothes or whatever. but if ward was there it'd end in an argument about him always never being home.

**fanon!rafe**

OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST

You could feel eyes on you, especially by the teens. It wasn't your fault that the gas station with the best snacks was where the pogues hung out the most, you were just high and hungry.

"Well, would you look at who came to grace us with their presence, the Kook Princess" You place all the items on the counter, JJ's voice right next to your ear as he leaned on the counter.

"12.54" The cashier broke the silence and you hand her a 20, JJ touching your sunglasses and you swat his hand.

"Don't try it, bitch" Kiara spoke and you laugh, taking your change and bag. "You're on our turf"

"Hey" Rafe said authoritatively and you tilt your head as you look at the two.

"So sorry I came to get sour straws and iced tea, didn't realize you'd be so bothered by me. I'll never step foot in here again" You smirk sarcastically and turn around, Rafe in the doorway. "All good, Rafe, let's go" You walk by him and he gives JJ a long look before following you out the door.

"What did they want?" Rafe asked and thanked you as you handed him an iced tea. You roll your eyes and take a sip, opening the sour straws and eating one.

"I don't know, try to intimidate me? JJ touched my glasses and I swatted his hand and Kiara stepped up like bitch I'm just trying to get snacks, not smacked. Please leave me alone" Rafe let out a laugh and looked over at you, opening his mouth.

You put a sour straw in his mouth, laughing as it flew in the wind of his open jeep. Rafe pulled into your driveway, the both of you getting out and Rafe carrying the bag. You opened the door and headed to your room, both of you taking off your shoes and falling on your bed.

You laid on your back, right leg bent with the left leg straight. Rafe laid on his stomach, head on your thigh. "What do you want to do tonight?"

"Well, you've been in the same clothes since Wednesday, it's Friday. You need to go home and get more clothes. Just pack all the clothes you can quickly and avoid Ward"

"Can you come with me? I've been so good without him, I don't want to go back into that bad place again" Rafe mumbled and you pouted softly, playing with his hair as he looked at you.

"Of course, what're best friends for?" He smiled and you return it. "I've known you since the 3rd grade, which means I've known Ward that long. And I know he's not good for you or to you" He nods along, sitting up. "You want to go now?"

"Better now than never" He groaned loudly and shook his head, standing up. You both put on your shoes and and down the stairs again, Rafe hopping in the driver seat again.

You drove it silence, closing your eyes as there was no cloud in the sky, enjoying the breeze. Rafe parked in his driveway and you opened your eyes, seeing both Ward and Rose's cars weren't here.

"At least you know you won't see them" You smile and you both get out and you grab his hand. You walk in and close the door softly, taking your hand away and following him to his room.

Rafe grabbed the biggest bag he had and started shoving clothes into it, cursing hangers for not being easy to take off. Underwear, shirts, shorts, pants, socks, shoes. Anything he could fit until the zipper was barely holding on.

He picked the bag up over his shoulder and you stood up. "Let's go, I don't want to be here when they get back" You leave his room but see their cars still weren't here.

"Their cars are still gone, we're good" You reach the bottom of the stairs and you both stop as you see Ward standing in the living room. Rafe dropped the bag and pushed you behind him.

"Rafe, I haven't seen you in months" Ward's voice was in his manipulative tone, and your fingers gripped Rafe's shirt, wishing he would stay calm. "Why do you keep running, son? I just want you home, I miss my boy" Ward stepped forward and Rafe backed up.

"You miss making me do dirty work for you. You miss yelling at me. You miss wanting me to fuck up so you can yell at me. I'm not coming home, you're a terrible father" Rafe stood his ground and you smiled behind him.

Ward chuckled, backing up. "Really, Rafe? This isn't you, your little friend you have behind you is brainwashing you into thinking I don't love you" You stood out from behind Rafe, eyes dark.

"You don't love Rafe, you love controlling him. And someone needed to take his mental health seriously" You spoke and Ward's smirk dropped, stepping towards you.

"Hey, hey!" Rafe yelled, teeth gritted and eyes wide as he pushed Ward. "Stay the fuck away from her. She's more important to me than anyone in this fucking house except for Wheezie" He huffed and Ward looked at him.

"You are an idiot, Rafe. Running from your problems solves nothing!" It was a full on screaming match, and you grabbed Rafe's hand.

"Rafe.. Rafe let's go!" You yell and he picks up the bag, the both of you walking out the door with Ward yelling bad things about you. Rafe threw his things in, Ward following you two out and Rafe quickly stepped on the gas and reversed out of the driveway, spinning quickly and shifting to drive before speeding off.

He swerved around the street as Ward shot at you two, both you and Rafe bending down until you were far away from Ward. You sat up and looked at Rafe, whose knuckles were turning white and his breathing got choppy.

"Rafe.. pull over, honey. Pull over please" You touch his arm and he does, putting the car in park. You unbuckle both of your seatbelts and grab his hands, your hand on his face. "Rafe, it's okay. We don't have to see him again, you're safe"

Rafe looked at you with tears in his eyes, getting out of the car quickly and you watch as he walks around the jeep, opening your door and wrapping his arms around your waist. You hold your arms around his neck, closing your eyes.

"I hate him, he shot at us. I put you in danger, I'm so sorry" You shushed him and rubbed his back, swaying softly.

"You did nothing, Rafe. It's all his fault" You pull him away and kiss his forehead, hopping out. "I'll drive, just relax"

You drove home with Frank Ocean playing quietly, parking in the garage and opening the door for him. He grabs his bag and you both head up to your room. Rafe went into the bathroom quietly, taking his pajamas with him.

You took off your make up and did your skin care, waiting for Rafe to be done. You sat up as he came in and he threw his clothes in the hamper, looking at you and falling on your body. You smile and turned up the volume of the tv that played Rafe's favorite show, 'Family Guy.'

"I'm proud of you, Rafe. Always" you kissed his hand and you both get under the sheets, you turned on your side and Rafe pulled you into him, putting his chin in your neck as you both fell asleep calm and peaceful knowing you never had to see Ward Cameron again.

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Chapter warnings: language, sexual situations, smut, blood and violence, angst, panic attacks

Chapter Nineteen

December 2004

The frigid winter snow whirled around you as you walked down the street, biting at your cheeks and nose as you made your way from Tommy's home to the greenhouse to start your shift. You shoved your gloved hands further into your coat pockets and tucked your chin into your chest, trying to prevent the icy snow from hitting your face. You knew the walk to the greenhouse like the back of your hand by now, relying on visual cues from the ground to keep you on track.

You were distracted with thoughts from earlier that morning, before Joel went off to work on construction of the wall around the new neighborhood. He started a few hours earlier than you, so he always tried his best to be as quiet as possible while he got ready, but you hadn't slept well last night, and you woke when you heard the shower turn off in the bathroom.

He had walked back into your room with only his jeans pulled on, unbuttoned and unzipped, with his hair slicked back. You could smell the soap on him from your spot on the bed as he rifled blindly through the closet to pick out a shirt. He twisted around when you reached up to flick the light on next to you.

"Shit, sorry, didn't mean to wake you," he said softly, turning back to the closet and giving you a view of his back muscles twitching under his beautiful, bronzed skin.

"Mmm, I'm not," you said as you leaned up in bed, your voice sultry and filled with sleep. He chuckled as he tugged a grey long sleeve thermal over his head. You swung your legs over the side of the mattress and padded over to him, wearing only an oversized t-shirt, your legs and feet bare. You wrapped your arms around his stomach from behind as he pulled a flannel from a hanger.

"Aren't you cold?" he murmured, trying to stay focused.

"A little," you admitted, running your hands lightly over his soft stomach, your fingers occasionally lifting the bottom of his shirt. He squeezed his eyes shut and brought one large hand up to cover both of yours.

"Maybe you should go back to bed. Warm up. You got a few hours before work," he said, cursing himself for his morality.

"Maybe you should join me," you suggested timidly, and his breath caught in his throat. The past few weeks he had noticed you were becoming flirtier and more suggestive, but neither of you had yet to physically take things further. Almost every night he would wrap you in his arms, your tongues probing desperately in each other's mouths, but that was all. In a moment of weakness once or twice he had skirted his hand underneath your shirt to graze your nipple, but the sounds you made and the way you arched up into his palm made him pull back, knowing he wouldn't be able to control himself if he continued.

“Sweetheart, I gotta get to work,” he told you gently, pulling your hands away from his stomach, but you let them fall to his hips instead, resting your head against his back. You could feel the vibrations of his voice against your cheek as he spoke. “It’d look bad for the boss to be late.”

You hummed as your hand shyly traveled down his hip to nudge at the hardness growing in his jeans. You could feel his body tense, waiting for your hand to shoot back to your side, but instead your fingers inched forward, tracing the outline of his cock through the denim. He let out a shaky breath when your hand fully covered his clothed length, his fist gripping the flannel still dangling at his side.

“Shit,” he whispered, tipping his head back and closing his eyes as your hand slowly ran up and down, lingering at the opening of his jeans. He could feel your hot breath through his shirt on his back, panting slightly in anticipation as you quickened the pace.

“Do you like that?” you whispered back, desperate to hear him. He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes,” he muttered, taking his free hand from his side to brace against the wall. You smiled into his shirt, squeezing your thighs together, trying to find some friction for the ache that was building between your legs as your fingers reached the opening of his jeans and began to find their way to the flap of his boxers, but the hand holding his flannel jumped up to cover yours before you could find his skin.

“I-I don’t,” he stammered as he desperately tried to keep a clear head. “I mean, are you… fuck. You don’t have to –“

“Shh,” you said, and he sighed. “I want to. Please let me, Joel.” He thought about it for a minute before releasing your hand and letting his head fall forward to watch as your fingers reached through his boxers to pull out his cock, already leaking with precum. You wrapped your hand gently around him and slid your fist up, running your thumb over his slit to gather the wetness there and brought it back down. He dropped his flannel on the floor and braced both of his arms against the wall as he watched, slack jawed, while you pumped him up and down. You used slow, languid movements at first, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin in your palm, but you could tell from how tense his muscles were that he was desperate for release after so many months without your touch.

So, you flicked your wrist faster, deciding today was not the day to tease him. A groan bubbled up from his throat, his eyes glued to your hand as he began gasping for air.

“Shit, sweetheart, I ain’t gonna last long,” he croaked out, and you could already feel his stomach muscles tense against your arm. His hips thrusted weakly into your hand before an arm dropped and his hand gently grasped your wrist, guiding you up and down faster, showing you exactly what he liked, what he needed. He screwed his eyes shut as he felt his chest and neck grow flush.

"You gonna let go for me, baby?" you asked, mouth pressed against his back. He growled when he heard the term of endearment you reserved exclusively for moments like this.

"Yeah," he panted, "fuck, that feels so good."

It only took a few more strokes before he gasped, clenching his fist against the wall as he let out a strangled groan that vaguely resembled your name. You couldn't see, but you felt his hot spend painting your fist and dripping down your hand.

He stumbled forward, resting his forehead against the wall while you pulled your hand back and looked around, finding a washcloth Joel must have discarded when he entered the room. You offered it to him when you were done, and he weakly plucked it from your hand, turning around so his back was now leaning against the wall. He cleaned himself up and tossed it back on the pile of laundry, tucking his cock back into his jeans as he continued to catch his breath. He ran his fingers through his drying curls and looked you up and down, reaching out a hand for you to take before he pulled you against his heaving chest. You nuzzled into him before leaning back, intending to press a quick kiss against his lips, but instead his hands gripped the sides of your face, his heated gaze searching your eyes for something. You looked up at him longingly, then clutched his shirt in your hand and gave the material a tug, pulling him down to connect with his lips.

He began to walk you backwards towards the bed, your heart hammering in your chest as his tongue licked against your lips. You felt the back of your knees hit the mattress and he gave you a gentle shove. You flopped backwards on top of the cool sheets, then he hooked his hands under your knees. You gasped as he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. He bent down, about to fall to his knees before you when there was a soft knock on the door. You both froze, staring at one another until you heard a second knock. You could see the pain on his face when he realized it was Tommy, probably wondering why he was late, and trying not to wake you up.

"Go," you whispered, and he shook his head angrily. You gave him a stern look and lifted a foot from the ground to press into his chest and push him backwards. He fell back on his heels but then stood up quickly, bringing his mouth to hover over yours.

"Later," he promised, his eyes raking over your body once more before whipping around to snatch his flannel from the floor. You tucked yourself back into bed before the door quickly opened and shut behind him, leaving you all alone until later.

It was no wonder you weren't paying attention when you walked straight into someone on your way to work. You stumbled backwards in shock when a pair of strong arms reached out to steady you. You flinched at the contact, still not fully comfortable with it, but it was something you were actively working on overcoming, so you refrained from wriggling out of his grasp. You looked up to find a man you had never seen in Jackson before. It wasn't uncommon with the way the town was growing lately. He had dark brown wavy hair, with some stubble covering his chiseled jaw and full lips. Your eyes finally came up to meet his, a piercing blue.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you told him, and this time you did pull away, taking a few steps back to introduce yourself.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Jake," he said, shaking your hand.

"Sorry, I don't remember meeting you before, are you new?" you asked sheepishly.

"Yes, actually, Maria and Tommy just brought me in today. Tommy found me out there in the cold, offered me a place to stay. I was supposed to find him after I grabbed something to eat, but to be perfectly honest, I'm a little lost. Can you point me in the direction of the stables?"

"Of course, follow me," you said, turning away from the greenhouse to lead him in Tommy's direction. "This snow's coming down so fast it's hard to see your own hand in front of your face."

Jake chuckled and shoved his hands deeper into his jacket pockets.

"Tell me about it. Couldn't believe my eyes when he rode up and found me out in the woods in this, like my own personal savior," he joked, falling in step next to you.

"Yeah, most of us feel like that about this place," you pointed when you saw the barn come into view through the snow. "Stables are right there." Jake turned to you and gave you a wide smile.

"Thank you so much for the help. I'll see you around," he said, giving you a friendly wave as he stomped through the snow towards the barn.

You turned to backtrack towards the greenhouse, your eyes naturally gravitating towards the end of the street where the new houses stood, all empty until construction on the wall was finished. You squinted to try to catch a glimpse of Joel, but the snow was so thick, you couldn't see a thing.

You swung the door to the greenhouse open and you were instantly hit with a familiar humid heat. You stripped off your outerwear and hung everything up on a hook by the door, glancing around at the rows and rows of plants in various stages of growth.

"Carrie?" you called out to your coworker, "I'm here, sorry I'm late!"

A young girl roughly the same age as you popped her head out from the office with a smile. She tossed her long, straight blonde hair over her shoulder as she rolled her desk chair out of the room to see you.

"No worries, that snow is really coming down out there," she said as you walked towards her down an aisle of medicinal herbs.

"It wasn't even the snow's fault. I ran into a new guy who was lost, I told him I would show him to the stables."

"Which new guy? Carl?" she asked, and you shook your head.

"No, a guy I haven't seen around before. Jake? Tommy found him in the woods this morning, apparently," you shrugged as you picked up a pair of gardening gloves and slid them on.

"Is he cute?" Carrie asked you excitedly, and you rolled your eyes. Carrie was sweet and fun, and she never seemed to let anything bring her down. It was refreshing, although at times you wondered how someone could be so upbeat living in this world.

"Actually... yes, he kind of is," and she squealed. You pointed your finger at her and gave her your most serious face. "Do NOT tell Joel I said that," you warned. She giggled and nodded, begging you for more details. You went about your daily routine of pruning and deadheading the plants while you described what he looked like as she hung on your every word.

"Maybe I'll see him tonight at dinner and I can introduce myself," she replied, unraveling a hose to water some vegetables.

"Mmm, good idea. I'm sure Maria will walk him around to meet everyone after we eat," you said, wiping at the beads of sweat forming at your brow.

"Oh, before I forget. Do you mind working solo tomorrow? Doc asked me to stop by in the morning to observe a prenatal exam on Kate." Carrie was in training to become a nurse. It was probably considered one of the most important jobs in Jackson. Maria was always concerned about there being enough medical staff in town, and Carrie was a quick learner.

"Of course, not a problem," you told her. "How far along is Kate now?"

Carrie went on to tell you all about everything about Kate and what she learned so far from Bill, the town's doctor. You guiltily tuned her out halfway through her ramblings about cervical dilation and let your thoughts wander back to Joel.

The two of you have been dancing around the elephant in the room for the past two months. At first, you were grateful he didn't want to take things further, content with being close to him and enjoying how intimate it felt to just kiss, with no expectation to have sex. Then, one night he got carried away and his rough fingers found their way up your sleep shirt, palming your breast with his big hand. You thought you would reject his touch, but to your surprise it never came. Something clicked in your brain that night that made you think you were finally ready. Maria told you once to listen to your body, and you did. You arched off the bed to chase his touch, moaning into his mouth. He quickly realized what he did and pulled his hand back, leaving you wanting more. It only happened a couple more times after that, and each time it had you craving his touch with a burning need.

Joel seemed content to just keep things the way they were, always worrying about pressuring you. You had been laying it on thick for the past couple weeks, trying to show him you were ready, that you wanted more, but he kept turning you down. Until this morning.

"Yoohoo, are you listening to me?" Carrie asked, waving her hand in front of your face. You blinked at her, trying to downplay the flush on your cheeks.

"Sorry, what did you say?" you said, genuinely apologetic.

"I said, did you notice Tommy and Maria were sitting together alone after dinner the other day having drinks? I think he finally got up the courage to ask her on a date."

You and Carrie giggled about Jackson's worst kept secret. The whole town could see how Tommy had puppy dog eyes for Maria. You had confronted her last week about the lack of progress in her love life, pointing out that as promised, Joel and Tommy taken some of the work off her plate, giving her more time for a personal life. After a few shots at the bar, she finally agreed that she would take Tommy up on his offer for a date.

The two of you spent the rest of the day gossiping and preparing for the next harvest until 5 o'clock finally rolled around and you eagerly stepped back out into the blustery cold, giving Carrie a quick wave goodbye. The snow had died down, but the wind was whipping up fallen snow from the ground, making visibility difficult as you walked back to Tommy's house. The anticipation of later had been eating at you all day, counting down the seconds until you finished work and could pick up where you left off this morning. Your pulse thudded in your throat when you saw fresh boot prints leading up to the front door. You hoped Joel called it quits early due to the bad weather.

You stomped the loose snow from your boots outside as you pushed the door open, quickly shutting it tight behind you. The warmth from the fireplace already melted the snow from your face as you shed your coat, hat, gloves and scarf. You wiped the wetness from your cheeks with the back of your hand. You were sliding your boots off when you heard men laughing from the direction of the kitchen table. Frowning, you poked your head around the corner. Tommy was the first to notice you, calling out your name and waving you over. Joel was sitting next to him, and a third man was sitting with his back to you.

Your eyes immediately met Joel's as you walked over to the table, taking in his heated stare the moment he realized you were home, but Tommy didn't pick up on the tension. Instead, he extended an arm out to the visitor and introduced you to him. The man turned around in his seat to greet you and you finally tore your eyes away from Joel.

"Jake?" you said, surprised. He broke out into a wide grin and gave you a friendly wave.

"Nice to see you again," he said warmly. Joel's jaw ticked to the side, on edge about the familiarity.

"You two already met?" Tommy asked, and you nodded, ignoring Joel's stare.

"Yeah, we ran into each other this morning," you said, and Jake laughed heartily at your words. You frowned, wondering what was so funny, until he explained.

"Literally, ran into each other," Jake explained, and you realized you had unintentionally made a joke and gave a polite chuckle. "I was lost trying to find the stables, she was kind enough to show me the way."

Joel visibly stiffened next to Jake now, and you suddenly wanted this interaction to end as quickly as possible.

"Yeah, the snow was bad this morning, could hardly see a thing," you said, daring a glance in Joel's direction now. You could swear his nostrils were flaring. You couldn't tell if it was the fire or his intense glare that was making you sweat.

"Well then, this makes things easier," Tommy said, leaning forward on the table. "Jake's gonna be staying in the spare room upstairs, across from you and Joel. 'Til we get the new neighborhood up and runnin'."

You thought you saw a flicker of something on Jake's face when Tommy mentioned you and Joel sharing a room, but he hid it well. Instead, he smiled at you both.

"I'm a neat roommate, I swear. You won't hear a peep out of me," he said, holding his hands in the air.

You mumbled something about welcoming him to the house and excused yourself to head upstairs, your head spinning. You weren't sure why you never thought about Tommy needing to lend his spare bedroom, but it made sense at the rate the town was growing. Of course the houses were maxed out.

Based on Joel's body language during the whole conversation, you weren't surprised in the least when he swung the bedroom door open less than ten minutes after you left, making sure to shut it firmly behind him. All day long you had been waiting to be alone with him, but the look in his eye right now made you believe the evening wasn't going in the direction you hoped.

"Hey there, 'pretty girl'," he said, but there was no affection in his tone. In fact, it almost sounded bitter to your ears. Your eyes darted around, confused.

"Hey?" you replied, unsure of where he was going with this.

"'Pretty girl'," he repeated, taking a step closer. "He said he ran into a 'pretty girl' this mornin'. Guess now I know who." You could see his neck was red and he was clenching his jaw. Every part of you wanted to start a fight with him. You clearly did nothing wrong and you didn't deserve his attitude, but you had been aching for him all day and you didn't want to waste another second alone with him.

"Oh," you said quietly, your expression soft as you took a step towards him, holding his gaze. "You don't think I'm pretty?" you asked innocently, batting your eyelashes at him. His eyes shifted around the room, not expecting your reaction.

"'Course I do, that's not what I said," he told you, straightening up and steeling his gaze.

"No, what you said was you 'didn't know who the pretty girl was he ran into this morning'. Who else did you think he ran into, then?" You took another step, now invading his personal space, and lifted your hands to rest on his chest.

"Maria?" you teased, pressing a kiss along his jaw. You felt a muscle jump there but otherwise he remained unaffected.

"Carrie?" you suggested again, turning your head to place another kiss on the other side of his jaw, and this time you saw him gulp.

"Maybe Pam, from the kitchen?" You dipped your head to suck on the side of his neck, but you barely made contact before he was lifting you up and tossing you on the bed, quickly crawling on top of you and covering your mouth with his, immediately flicking his tongue against your lips to delve deeper.

You moaned as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as you could, running your tongue alongside his as you explored his mouth, which tasted faintly like mint.

You ran your fingers through his hair, scraping your nails against his scalp in the way he liked that made him groan. His hand reached down to grab your ass, making you squeal into his mouth. You had to break away to catch your breath, but he kept going, making a trail of kisses along your jaw, sucking harder than usual when he got to your neck, making you cry out softly a few times until he soothingly licked the spots he marked.

"Joel," you whined, lifting your hips up to meet his.

"Hmm?" he said, nibbling at your collarbone.

"It's later," you reminded him, and you felt his body tense. He lifted himself off you and used his forearms to support himself on either side of your head as he gazed into your eyes.

"I need you to tell me exactly what you want, do you understand?" You nodded vigorously. "You need to be honest with me. Tell me what you're ready for, and what you ain't ready for, alright?" And again, you nodded, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable.

"Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you," he whispered against your neck, and you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest.

"Your mouth," you murmured, and he smirked at the blush that spread across your cheeks.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, the words stoking a fire within you. He made his way slowly down your body: nipping at your breasts through your shirt, running his nose down your stomach, unbuttoning your jeans and biting gently at the skin he revealed as he tugged them down until he pulled them from your ankles and tossed them on the floor. He hovered his mouth over your clothed cunt, his hot breath invading the thin fabric, making you writhe in anticipation.

He hooked his thumbs around the sides of your panties and barely gave them one small tug when, for the second time that day, Tommy interrupted you.

"Hey, Joel! Let's get a move on, dinner's served soon. Gotta bring Jake to meet everyone!" he yelled from downstairs. You groaned and threw an arm across your eyes, cursing Tommy over and over.

"What the fuck," you muttered, frustrated. Joel sighed.

"Comin'!" He shouted back, and you groaned.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make it up to you," he kissed the inside of your thigh and you whimpered, not sure how it would be possible to make it through another couple hours without his mouth on you.

The four of you and Maria sat around a table in the dining room listening to Jake tell the story of his experience during the outbreak. You thought you heard him mention he was from Seattle, but that was all you were able to absorb, your mind decidedly elsewhere.

You shifted in your chair, trying to distract yourself by glancing around the room. There were closer to 90 people who lived in Jackson now, and the dining hall was filled with their laughing and smiling faces. Carrie caught your eye from across the room. She pointed subtly towards Jake and mouthed the word 'hot', fanning herself while you stifled a giggle.

You felt Joel's thumb begin to rub a small circle on your back, his arm resting on the back of your chair. You had to keep yourself from leaning into him and burying your face in his neck, trying desperately to keep it together for just a little longer. As if he could sense your discomfort, he caught your eye when no one was paying attention and slowly ran his gaze up and down your body, making you shiver. He smirked, then casually lifted his glass to his lips, pretending to listen to Tommy while taking a slow sip. You watched his throat bob up and down and then he licked his lips, wiping away any remaining whiskey with his tongue.

Joel noticed your thighs squeezed together under the table as you tried to focus your attention back on the group, hoping the night would come to an early end. Maria was giggling at something Tommy said that you only half heard. Joel's effect on you had you feeling like you were drunk, but you hadn't touched a drop of alcohol all evening. Your gaze drifted around the table to find Jake looking at you, or more specifically, your neck. When he realized you caught him staring, he gave you a quick smile and turned his attention back on Maria. You subtly rubbed your neck, wondering what caught his attention when it hit you. Embarrassed, you pulled your hair over your shoulders to conceal the marks Joel left, but just as quickly as you did, Joel's fingers reached forward and flicked your hair back, exposing your neck again.

You turned to frown at him, but he was staring straight ahead, seemingly deeply engrossed with whatever Maria was saying until his eyes flicked to you and gave you a quick but firm shake of his head. He wanted everyone to see.

You couldn't take it anymore. You gave an exaggerated yawn before standing up from the table, drawing the attention of the group.

"I'm gonna head back, I didn't sleep well last night, and I'm wiped," you announced. Jake quickly stood up, pushing his chair back.

"I can walk you back, I've had quite the day myself," he said with a bright smile, but then just as quickly, Joel stood up, placing his hand on your lower back, and Jake's smile faltered.

"I got it. You should stay, mingle with some of the folks 'round here. They can give you the lay of the land." Joel said, unable to keep the frown from his face.

"Are you sure?" Jake asked, addressing you and only you. You nodded, not interested in whatever pissing match was developing between the two men.

"She's sure," Joel said lowly, almost like a growl, and you rolled your eyes at Maria, who muttered an "oh, brother," under her breath.

"Come on," you muttered, yanking Joel's arm away from the table and towards the door, leaving Jake to awkwardly sit back down, his eyes trailing after the two of you.

The cold night air took your breath away as you left the warmth of the Tipsy Bison, Joel's broad form following closely behind you.

"That was awkward," you murmured, burying your face in your scarf as you hurried down the street, eager to be alone with Joel and in the warmth of your bed.

"He's got a crush on you," he stated matter-of-factly, and you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye.

"Are you jealous?" you asked incredulously, and he scoffed. "Is that why you left these marks on my neck?"

He stopped in his tracks suddenly, and you nearly slid on some ice trying to come to a quick stop, turning to face him. The glow of the string lights hanging over the street illuminated his face, which you realized for the first time looked distressed and frustrated.

"Are you ok?" you asked him, your brows scrunching up in concern. He took a couple steps forward to close the gap between you and reached out a hand to pull your chin up to him, pressing his lips firmly against yours before pulling back, still holding your chin in his fingers.

"I'm fine. Just don't like anyone touchin' what's mine, is all," he said simply, dropping your chin from his grasp and continued to march down the street towards Tommy's house, leaving you breathless and hurrying to catch up. Part of you wanted to chastise him for claiming ownership over you, but you knew he didn't mean it in a bad way. Besides, you did the same thing to him in front of Amy, blatantly marking your territory by hanging all over him.

You caught up with him and looped your arm through his, pulling yourself closer as you walked.

"I'm not really tired, you know," you said, looking up at him. He tried to hide the smile that threatened to spill across his face.

"Yeah, I know," he smirked, and you felt your stomach flip.

You stumbled into your bedroom, Joel's arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his mouth finding a permeant home on your neck and shoulder. You twisted around as he kicked the door shut behind you, pulling him up by the collar, your mouths colliding messily. You whimpered at the heat behind his touch and kiss, which only served to spur him on. You fumbled with the button and zipper of your jeans, your hands not cooperating, shaking from anticipation. He swatted your hands away before breaking the kiss and sliding down to his knees before you. He peered up at you through his eyelashes, his gaze heated, and his pupils blown wide with need. His lips were parted and already swollen, and you imagined yours probably looked the same. His hands rested on the waistband of your jeans, and you wondered what was taking him so long until you realized he was looking to you for permission. Even in his wrecked state, he still had the presence of mind to check with you, which made you want him even more. You nodded, your eyelids heavy. You swallowed nervously as you watched him undo your jeans and slowly pull them down your legs, his eyes never leaving your clothed heat, which just so happened to be at perfect eye level.

He pulled both legs of your pants off and tossed them into a corner of the room once again, this time determined to not have any disruptions. Still on his knees, he ran his hands slowly and deliberately up the backs of your calves to your knees, and then finally resting on the backs of your thighs, right below your ass. You squirmed, one of your hands resting on his shoulder and the other finding a familiar grasp in his hair. He squeezed the backs of your thighs gently, bringing you forward ever so slightly so he could run his nose up and down the front of your underwear, drawing a low moan from your throat.

"Joel," you whined, tipping your head back and squeezing your eyes shut, desperate to feel him on you.

"Hmm?" he said, burying his nose against you and inhaling deeply, making you blush when you felt your wetness soaking through the fabric, no doubt making contact with his skin.

"Please," you whispered, and he instantly scooped you up, pinning you to his chest by your legs, making you gasp and scramble to steady yourself, your fingers digging into his shoulders. He took a few steps and deposited you unceremoniously onto the bed, your hair spread out around you like a halo. Your shirt had ridden up, exposing your stomach, and your legs were spread wide before him. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw the dark spot of arousal leaking through the fabric, his cock twitching in his jeans.

"Tell me," he reminded you, his voice strained.

"Your mouth, Joel," you rasped, not caring how pathetic you sounded this time.

He cursed and his fingers hooked the sides of your panties, tugging them off quickly and pressing his palms against the inside of your thighs to rest them flat against the bed, exposing every inch of yourself to him. You gulped, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze. You wiggled a little under his hold, your fingers finding clumps of the bedsheets to grip at your sides when you felt his hot exhale fan over cunt.

"Remember, you need to talk to me, alright?" he murmured, nipping gently at your inner thigh. "You gotta tell me what you want, or if you're uncomfortable."

You nodded and sighed, lifting your hips off the mattress greedily.

"I will, I promise," you whispered, then gasped when his mouth finally made contact. His beard was prickly against your skin as his tongue scooped inside you to collect the wetness waiting for him.

You arched your back off the mattress, your head thrown back in a silent scream. He hummed against you, pressing his lips flush against your folds and swirling his tongue into your opening, drawing out a satisfied moan from your throat.

He continued to lick and swirl his tongue into you lazily, like he had all the time in the world. The scratchy facial hair above his lip kept grazing against your clit as his tongue continued to probe into you, making your walls clench over and over. Your whole body felt hot as you struggled to catch your breath, your heart slamming against your rib cage.

His hands wrapped around the backs of your thighs and curled around so his palms could hold you open and still.

"Talk to me," he said, his voice muffled, his mouth was still pressed against your cunt.

"Good," you managed to choke out before taking a deeper breath, trying to clear your head so you could give him what he asked. "Really fucking good, Joel, fuck!" You gasped the last curse as his mouth finally traveled up to your swollen clit, flicking it with his tongue a few times before he sucked it into his mouth. Your vision was getting blurry, the sensation so intense it was causing tears to well up in your eyes. You blinked them away furiously so you could focus on Joel, wanting to commit the image of his head buried between your legs to memory, but one tear managed to escape down your cheek.

His gaze traveled up to your face at the exact moment you shed a tear, and he pulled back from you immediately. You let out a frustrated sob, your fingers gripping the sheets so hard you wondered if your nails would tear them. He brought himself up to hover over you on the bed, searching your eyes in a panic, but all you could focus on was his glistening mouth and the throbbing ache between your legs.

"What’d I do?" he asked, eyes widened in fear. You must have looked confused because he raised a hand to wipe away the tear from your cheek.

"Happy," you gasped out, "not sad, happy." And when he hesitated, you begged, "Please. I promise. You feel so good, please don't stop."

He seemed to believe you because he gave you a filthy smirk before finally descending back on your clit, picking up the same pace where he left off. You moaned softly as your hand drifted to the top of his head, tangling in his curls and bucking your hips up into his mouth. He groaned against you, the vibrations causing you to clench again around nothing. You could feel the pressure growing in your lower abdomen, but you were missing that full feeling inside that you needed to get you over the edge.

"Fingers," you managed to croak out, your head turned to the side, buried in the comforter. Joel slowed down upon hearing your request, feeling unsure. For the second time, he pulled back, eliciting a groan from you now.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently. He didn't want to throw cold water on the moment, but he was worried you weren't thinking it through. You turned your head and saw the concern behind his eyes, knowing full well he was thinking about what you went through the last time someone put their fingers inside you.

"Yes," you told him firmly. "I'm ready. I've given this a lot of thought, I swear."

He hesitated, searching your face for any sign of discomfort. When he found none, he brought his hand around to gently cup your inner thigh, stroking up and down your leg until you got used to his touch before he let his thumb swipe up through your folds, keeping his eyes glued to your face, making sure you didn't wince or shirk away before venturing further.

He placed his middle finger at your entrance and felt your walls clenching, trying to pull him in.

"Still ok?" he asked you with bated breath, and you nodded, spreading your legs further as he pushed his finger inside. He watched your back arch off the bed, your hands fisting the sheets next to you as you let out a whimper. He gave you a moment to adjust before slipping another finger inside and began to pump them in and out slowly, watching your reaction, his lips parted and his eyes blazing.

He could see the sheen of sweat covering your face in the moonlight, your eyes screwed shut as you parted your swollen lips, gasping with pleasure as the tension built back up inside you. He was so taken with watching you that you had to remind him again what you wanted.

"Joel," you whispered, "your mouth, please, I need - oh!" Your head tipped backwards again when his mouth enveloped your clit, alternating between sucking and swirling his tongue until he heard your breath stutter and felt your walls clench, warning him you were close. He flattened his tongue against your clit and rubbed it from side to side while he curled his fingers inside you to reach your sweet spot.

"Joel!" You cried out, not caring how loud you were or if anyone was home. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna... Don't stop, don't stop, don't -"

You broke your chant with a gasp when the wave of your orgasm washed over you, your thighs clenching around his head. He kept licking gently at your clit and slowed his thrusts as he felt you come down from your high, trying to prolong it as long as possible.

When he felt your body collapse under him, weak and satiated, he finally removed his fingers, giving your thighs small kisses that he trailed over your hips and up to your ribs, taking special care to kiss the pink scars there before he settled onto the bed beside you, listening to you catch your breath.

A few minutes later you heard the water turn on in the bathroom in the hall.

"Shit," you murmured sleepily, rolling onto your side so you could wrap your leg and arm around him. "They're home."

"Good," he smirked, and you looked up at him in the dark curiously, his eyes closed. "I want that punk to hear whose name you're screamin'."

You leaned up on your elbow to look down at him.

"So you did make those marks on purpose," you said, and he shrugged.

"Told you. Don't like anyone touchin' what's mine." He opened his eyes and looked at you, his gaze dark and burning.

"Where's this coming from?" you asked softly, your fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. He shrugged and stretched his arm out to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you back down to lay on his chest.

"Don't know. Somethin' about the way he looks at you just... bothers me, I guess."

"I think he's just being friendly," you told him, and he scoffed. "He knows we share a room. I think he can connect the dots."

"Well, if he didn't before, he sure will now," he chuckled, and you swatted at his shoulder.

"You're filthy," you teased him as you stretched your neck up to bite at his jaw, and he grinned. You ran your hand over his chest and tucked it underneath the collar of his shirt, your palm seeking out the warm skin on his shoulder, and you sighed.

"I missed you," you whispered. He understood what you meant. You missed this. This part of your relationship, the physical part that has been absent for so long.

"Me, too," he murmured, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your arm.

"I gotta go wash up, alright?" he said, and you nodded, rolling off him with a yawn and yanking the sheets over your half naked body.

He closed the bedroom door quietly behind him. The light in the hallway was still on overhead as he made his way to the bathroom. Jake swung the door open and turned off the light, looking up in surprise when he noticed Joel. He gave him a tight smile, extending his arm towards the bathroom.

"All yours," he said, moving to the side as Joel reached a hand into the bathroom to flick the light on. He grunted and made to close the door when Jake spoke again.

"Wish she could've stayed a little longer, we all had a good time," he said, motioning towards the closed bedroom door. Joel stiffened, picking up how he specifically wished you had stayed.

"I made sure she had a real good time here." Joel fixed him with a stern gaze and spread his arms across the door frame of the bathroom.

Jake stared back, his jaw twitching ever so slightly before he forced a smile across his face and gave Joel a nod, then turned to head back to his bedroom. Joel's eyes followed him until his door closed, then turned back into the bathroom to wash up.

"What are you smiling about?" Carrie asked you, nudging you with her hip as she passed by you with a flat of herbs. You flushed, unaware you had been smiling when you were zoning out watering the plants, thinking about the night before. More specifically, Joel's face buried between your legs. You could still feel the slight burn his beard left on your inner thighs, noticing earlier that morning they were slightly pink.

"Nothing!" you said hurriedly, but Carrie caught on when she noticed your blush, giving you a knowing look.

"Suuuure," she said, playfully rolling her eyes. "Can you forget about Joel for two seconds? I need your help." You laughed, but you could feel your blush deepen.

"What do you need help with?" you asked, brushing your hands against your pants.

"I need you to put in a good word for me with your cute roommate," she said, batting her eyes at you. "We talked for a few minutes last night, I think we got along pretty well. Can you find out if he likes me?"

"'Likes' you?" you giggled. "How old are we?" Carrie laughed and swatted at your shoulder.

"Hey, we aren't all as lucky as you," she wiggled her eyebrows at you as she continued. "Most people struggle to find love in the apocalypse."

"Yeah, sure, I'll talk to him next time I see him," you agreed. She thanked you, and then you felt a rush of cold air enter the room, warning you someone entered the greenhouse. Her eyes flicked over your shoulder and grinned.

"Speak of the devil. Hi, Joel!" she said, and you whipped around as he walked up the aisle of plants, waving to Carrie and giving you a warm smile.

"You ladies talkin' about me?" he asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him. He smelled like pine trees and fresh fallen snow.

"You're cold," you said after you felt his lips press against your forehead.

"You wanna warm me up, sweetheart?" he mumbled, and Carrie waved you both away.

"The both of you, leave, before you make me sick," she said, but she was grinning when you turned your attention back to her.

"I was gonna take her to lunch, that alright?" Joel asked, and Carrie nodded.

"Yes, go enjoy yourselves. I'll just be here when you get back, all alone," she said dramatically.

"I'll bring you something!" you yelled over your shoulder, but Joel had already wrapped you in your coat and pushed you out the door.

"This winter's been bad. We're way behind schedule on the wall around those houses. Thought we'd be almost done by now," Joel lamented as he finished up his lunch. You smiled at Seth when he dropped off the wrapped sandwich you had requested for Carrie and picked up your empty plate.

"It's ok," you assured him, rubbing his arm from across the table. "So we all have to bunk together for a little while longer. We'll make it work."

"I was just hopin' to get you a home by now, like I promised," he said, leaning back in his chair but kept his arm outstretched, enjoying the contact.

"It's just a few extra months, I'll be patient," you said, giving him a wink. He grinned, then leaned forward to say something that would make you blush when his eyes landed on Jake entering the dining hall behind you. You watched Joel visibly stiffen and the smile drain from his face. Frowning, you looked behind you, spotting the source of his mood shift pick a seat up against the bar, and you turned back to Joel.

"You're still jealous?" you teased, but this time he didn't smile.

"Not jealous," he shook his head, tearing his eyes away from Jake and back onto you. "Just protectin' what's -"

"-mine. Yeah, I remember," you finished for him, rolling your eyes. "You know, I am capable of protecting myself, too."

Joel shifted in his seat and drew his hand back from yours to pull at a loose thread on the cuff of his shirt, trying to block out the memory of the last man you protected yourself against.

"Yeah, I know. Just shouldn't have to," he mumbled. You could see Joel's mood was getting worse, then a thought occurred to you that might cheer him up.

"Well, I don't think you need to worry about Jake, do you know why?" you pushed, and he gave you a barely perceptible shrug.

"Carrie's got a big ol’ crush on him, she wants me to try to play matchmaker or something." He just continued to stare at you, not sure why you were telling him this.

"She's pretty. I'm sure he would be into her, too. If he really does have a thing for me, it will be a thing of the past very soon," you explained, then reached your hand across the table to him. "You don't have to worry, you know that, right?"

"All I do is worry," he said, shaking his head and weakly meeting your hand with his.

"I'm not gonna cheat on you, Joel," you said quietly, and his eyes shot up from the table.

"I know that sweetheart, it's not that. I'm sorry. I'm just... too much in my head or somethin'. I'll drop it." He rubbed his thumb over the top of your hand and gave you a small smile. You could tell he was being sincere, although you still couldn't figure out what was bothering him so much about Jake.

Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw Jake turn around on his stool to look around the room, and an idea popped in your head. Before you could stop yourself, you stood up from your chair, Joel giving you a confused look as you rounded the table. He leaned back in his seat as you approached, looking up at you when you stopped in front of him. You sat down sideways in his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, crashing your mouth over his hungrily, your tongue flicking against his teeth. He opened his mouth so his tongue could slide against yours, and just as quickly as it happened, you pulled back, leaving him chasing your mouth for more.

"What was that for?" he asked you, his brown eyes a shade darker and a smirk twitching at his lips. You rolled your eyes in the direction of Jake without turning your head, pretending to fix his collar. Joel's gaze slid across the bar to find Jake had, in fact, seen your little show.

"C'mon, walk me back to work," you said, standing up to put on your jacket.

"Gimme a minute," said Joel, shifting in his seat and pinching the bridge of his nose.

A couple days later, the snow had finally stopped falling. Joel warned you that morning he was going to work as late as he could to make up some of the time lost on the project due to the weather, so you made plans with Maria to have dinner together. You were dying for an update on her relationship with Tommy, so the timing was perfect.

You stomped the snow off your boots on Tommy's front porch before pushing the door open, the warmth of the fireplace instantly heating your chilled face.

"Tommy?" You called out as you shed your outerwear.

"Just me!" Jake called back from the kitchen, and you cringed. You knew Joel wouldn't like the idea of the two of you being alone, even though he told you he was going to let it go, you still didn't want to give him a reason to worry. You glanced at the clock. You were meeting Maria in 20 minutes, at least you had an excuse to leave.

"Hey," you said, poking your head into the kitchen. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans and a thermal forest green shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He brushed the hair out of his eyes when he looked up from the stove to smile at you.

"Hey, I'm making pasta, want any?" he asked, turning back to the stove.

"No thanks, I'm meeting Maria soon. But actually, do you have a minute? I've been meaning to ask you something." You forgot about your promise to Carrie, and now seemed perfect since you had some time to kill.

"Sure," he said, tossing a towel over his shoulder and leaning back, his palms gripping the edge of the counter behind him. "Just Maria? No Joel?"

"Girl’s night," you told him, pulling a stool up to the counter across from him. "This might sound super high school, but do you like anyone around town?" you asked, wincing at how dumb it sounded. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he cleared his throat, turning the burner off on the stove so he could give you his full attention.

"You don't have to answer that, it's just-"

"No," he said, leaning forward on the counter, his blue eyes drilling into yours. "It's fine. Yes, maybe I do like somebody. Why?"

"Well, someone I know has a crush on you, and she wanted me to feel you out, I guess? See if you'd be interested," you chuckled and you could feel your cheeks heating up. "This is so awkward, I'm sorry, I should've just told her to come talk to you herself."

Jake gave you a polite laugh, noticing your blush.

"It doesn't have to be awkward," he said with a grin, his hand inching towards you on the counter. "I didn't think she would be interested in me, I thought she was seeing someone," he said, regarding you carefully.

"Nope, she's single. So, you are interested?" you said excitedly. He nodded, his gaze dropping down to your mouth quickly before looking back up.

"Very," he murmured, and you clapped your hands together.

"That's great!" You glanced at the clock, realizing Maria would be there any minute. "Alright, well, I'll tell her at dinner-"

You were cut off when Jake's lips pressed firmly against your mouth, his hand coming up to grasp the back of your neck. You were frozen in shock, your mind scrambling at the unexpected contact, but when you felt his tongue trying to slip past your lips, you pushed backwards, nearly falling off your stool.

"What the fuck?" you yelled, wiping your mouth over the back of your hand. You stood up from the stool and walked backwards towards the front door, scowling at him. He looked genuinely confused, taking a step back to give you even more space.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were talking about yourself," he explained, raising his hands up in front of him.

"No! I was clearly referring to someone I know, why would you think that?"

"I don't know! I thought you were being cute about it, like you couldn't come out and say it was you, but I was obviously wrong, I'm so sorry," he apologized, his eyes pleading. "Maybe I was just hoping it was you," he said a little sadly, and you felt your shoulders droop.

"My friend, Carrie," you said weakly. "I work with her at the greenhouse. She met you the other night, long blonde hair." If it wasn't awkward before, it sure was now. He nodded.

"Yeah, I think I remember her," he said quietly, then looked down at the floor, embarrassed. You shifted your weight, desperately wanting this conversation to end.

"I'm supposed to meet Maria," you said, reaching for your coat. "I'll just... I'll tell Carrie to find you, or something," you mumbled, tugging on your gloves and heading out the door, figuring you would find Maria on the way.

"Joel's going to be so pissed," Maria said, her eyes wide. "You can't tell him."

"I have to!" you groaned and took another sip from your glass, the alcohol burning your throat. "If it was the other way around, I would want to know." You buried your face in your hands, your anxiety through the roof.

Maria sat back in her chair, sighing. She knew you were right.

"There's no good way to go about telling him,” she said, and you groaned again. "Just maybe make sure Jake is far away from you when you do."

The doors of the Tipsy Bison swung open, and you could hear Tommy and Joel's voices heading in your direction. You squeezed your eyes shut and downed the rest of your drink.

Joel snaked his arm around your waist, standing behind your stool at the bar, giving your shoulder a kiss.

"Hey," you said, giving him a weak smile. "Did you get a lot done?" He took the stool next to you and ordered a whiskey from Seth. Tommy and Maria were engrossed in a quiet conversation, and you were pretty sure you knew the topic.

"Still a lot to do, but we did as much as we could today. You feelin' alright?" he asked, noticing your demeanor. "You look a little pale."

"Mhmm, I feel fine," you said, avoiding his eyes and choosing to look around the bar instead. It was busy tonight. You could see Carrie with a group of friends across the room. You had no idea what you were going to tell her.

The doors opened again and this time, Jake walked in, his eyes scanning the room until he found you. He took a step forward, then stopped when he saw Joel, who was taking a sip from his glass, oblivious to his presence. Your pulse quickened in panic when you saw the determination in Jake's eyes. He raked his hand through his hair and forced himself to walk in your direction.

"Let's go home," you said hurriedly to Joel, sliding off your stool and tugging his arm. He gave you a surprised look, but slowly stood from his stool to join you.

"Why?" he asked, pulling his coat back on. Maria saw you both get up. You must have given her a look because she turned and saw Jake making his way over, and her eyes widened.

"Uh, you were right. I don't feel good, I want to go home. Let's go," you repeated, grabbing his hand and heading in the opposite direction.

"Well, hold on, lemme say bye to Tommy," he said, turning around, but you grabbed his chin and yanked it back to face you just as Jake had made his way through the crowd. Maria slid off her stool to stop him, distracting him while you made a break for it.

"Take me home, baby," you murmured, and you could see the heat behind his eyes when he heard your nickname for him.

"Yes, ma'am," he said lowly, and you pulled him into the throng of people, quickly making your way to the door.

Joel's hands were on you the minute you opened the door to Tommy's, walking you backwards into the kitchen and pushing you against the wall. His mouth latched onto your neck, and you moaned, tipping your head back, arching away from the wall and further into his body. You raked your hands up and down his back as he lifted you up to wrap your legs around his waist, pinning you between him and the wall when his mouth made its way to the other side of your neck. You gasped when you felt him bite at your collarbone. He pulled back to plant a quick kiss over the bite.

"Sorry," he murmured, squeezing your thighs. "I'm not tryin' to leave marks on purpose this time," he assured you. You froze, guilt washing over you for letting yourself get distracted. He felt your body tense, so he pulled back further to look you in the eye. He must have seen something he didn't like because he frowned and let you slide back down to the floor.

You chewed your lip, trying to think of the best way to tell him. He could see you struggling, and the fear started to bubble in his chest.

"I need to tell you something," you began, "but you need to promise not to freak out." He shook his head and stumbled back to sit on a stool pushed up against the kitchen counter. You could see his chest begin to heave and you stepped forward, placing a hand against his heart.

"Breathe," you whispered, and he slid his eyes shut, taking in a deep breath through his nose and out through his mouth.

"Just tell me,” he said quietly, his eyes still closed. You could feel his heart fluttering under your fingertips.

"There was a small misunderstanding, but it's all resolved now," you tried again, and Joel nodded, his clenched jaw giving away his feelings.

"Jake kissed me," you said, quickly adding "but it really was a misunderstanding. I was trying to tell him Carrie had a crush on him, and I don't know how, but I guess the way I phrased it made it sound like I was talking about myself. But I handled it."

He hung his head, chin tucked into his chest. His shoulders rose up and down as he took slow, deep breaths, absorbing your words. You slowly dropped your hand from his heart, letting it dangle at your side.

"Say something," you whispered, your heart like a hummingbird in your chest, your ribs the cage.

"I'm gonna kill him," he said darkly. He brought his head back up to look at you now. His jaw was clenched, nose flared, and his eyes burned with rage. The tone in his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

"Joel," you warned, "I told you. I took care of it. He apologized, it's not a problem."

His eyes flashed with anger as he stood up, his fists clenched at his sides.

"And I fuckin' told you!" he roared, making you jump back. "He's had his eye on you since he got here! He knows you're mine and he still put his fuckin' hands on you!"

He pushed past you towards the door, shoving his boots back on and grabbing his coat in his fist. He swung the door open and stormed out as you scrambled to put your boots and coat on.

"Joel!" you yelled after him on the street, trying to catch up. He didn't reply, just shoved his arms through his coat and continued heading toward the Tipsy Bison. You jogged, careful not to slip on any ice, and reached him just as he was within view of the bar. You grabbed his arm and dug your heels into the snow. He swiveled around so fast, you almost fell backwards. You swallowed hard when you saw his expression, his anger coming off him in waves.

"Please don't do this," you begged, gripping the sleeve of his coat so hard, your fingertips burned.

"I'm just gonna make sure it really is handled," he said lowly.

"How?" you whispered, unable to keep your voice steady.

"By breakin' his fuckin' jaw," he seethed, and he yanked his arm out of your grasp. He stormed up the steps and swung open the door to the bar, disappearing inside.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," you murmured to yourself, scrambling up the steps to the bar. You swung your head around, trying to find Joel, and then you spotted him. He was pushing his way through the crowd of people standing in groups around the bar, laughing and drinking, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

"Joel, stop!" you yelled, trying to follow him but getting swallowed up by the crowd. You kept shouting for him, but nobody heard you over the sound of the music and people talking.

"Jake!" You and the rest of the bar heard Joel roar, and the whole place fell silent, except for the music still playing. You struggled to push through everyone, now standing still and staring in the direction of Joel's voice.

You couldn't hear Jake's response, but you heard Joel.

"Outside. Now."

You broke through the crowd just in time to watch Joel grab Jake by the collar and drag him towards the front door. You and Maria exchanged panicked looks, then she pulled on Tommy's elbow, the three of you following in Joel's wake.

Outside, Joel had thrown Jake off the top step of the porch, sending him stumbling into the snow, but he managed to keep himself upright, swinging around with a scowl.

"Are you kidding me, man?" Jake said as Joel leisurely walked down the steps towards him. You vaguely realized a small crowd of people had joined you three outside, but you didn't bother to look.

"Joel," you tried again, your voice a little stronger now, but he held up a hand to silence you, eyes still fixed on Jake, stalking him like a predator. Jake looked past Joel's shoulder and met your eye.

"This who you want to be with?" He yelled to you, and your jaw fell open. "Look at him, he's crazy!"

"Don't talk to her," Joel snarled, and Jake let out a short laugh.

"Look, I get it," Jake said, backing up a couple steps. "It was an honest mistake. And I apologized right away."

Joel stopped, the muscles in his jaw twitching. You breathed a sigh of relief when Joel slowly turned his back on Jake and began heading towards you.

"Just thought you were looking for someone that could give you what you really need," Jake said to you.

Joel stopped in his tracks. You could see the switch flip, the same way you saw it in that closet in Kansas City.

"Shit," you whispered.

Joel spun around, punching Jake square in the nose with a distinct crunch. He stumbled back, clutching his nose, which was bleeding from both nostrils. He still managed to swing on Joel, hitting him in the eye. Joel lunged again, but Jake ducked and landed another punch, across the mouth this time, causing blood to drip from Joel's lip.

You covered your mouth with both hands, tears welling up in your eyes as you watched the brawl in horror, helpless to stop it.

Jake dodged another punch from Joel and tackled him around the middle, pinning him to the ground. He was only able to land one more punch before Joel rolled him over, now pinning Jake into the snow. Once Joel had the upper hand, it was over. His fists were merciless as he slammed into Jake's face over and over. It was silent except for Joel's grunts when he made contact, and the wet, mushy thud of his knuckles tearing into Jake's flesh. You realized Jake hadn't lifted an arm to defend himself after about the third punch, but Joel was still going, his eyes wild and uncaring.

"Joel!" You screamed, trying to snap him out of it. He either couldn't hear you, or he ignored you. You turned to the side, to the crowd of people watching the bloody scene before them, dumbstruck.

"Tommy!" You sobbed, his eyes glued to Joel, his jaw slack. Tommy blinked and looked at you, then realized what you were asking and rushed over to pull Joel away.

Maria seemed to snap out of it when she heard you yell, directing two men to help Jake up and take him to the infirmary. Tommy had Joel standing several feet away, his hand firmly on Joel's heaving chest as he quietly tried to talk sense into him. His knuckles were shredded, his eye swollen, already turning black and blue, and his face was splashed with blood. Some his, some Jake's.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, trickling hot paths across your cold skin. Maria pulled you into a hug and you sobbed on her shoulder.

"Why don't I take you home?" she murmured against your hair. You shook your head.

"I can't," you whispered, a fresh wave of tears washing over you. Maria shushed you and waved the crowd away, trying to protect you from prying eyes.

"You can stay with me," she offered. "I have an extra bed, it's small, but it'll do." You sniffled and pulled away, nodding.

"Thank you," you told her. You could already feel your eyes were puffy from crying.

She led you down the steps, past the snow painted in bright red blood. Joel seemed to finally come back down to earth when you passed him. He called out your name, but you ignored him, the same way he ignored you.

You heard Tommy say something to Joel about giving you some time, to go have a drink and get patched up. You could tell Joel was resisting but Tommy must have convinced him because he never followed.

Maria helped you pack some of your clothes while you grabbed anything you might need from the bathroom as quickly as possible. You were walking down the hallway when you heard the door shut and both Tommy and Joel's voices talking softly downstairs. You scurried into the bedroom and shut the door behind you.

"I think I have enough of your clothes, are you all set?" she asked as you shoved your toiletries into your backpack.

"Yeah, it'll be fine, I can come back if I need to," you told her, zipping the bag shut. You heard someone coming up the stairs and your heart began to hammer in your chest.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay and talk this out with him? You're always welcome at my place, don't get me wrong," she said hurriedly before Joel got to the door. You shook your head.

"I can't. Not tonight. I just... can't," you repeated, keeping your head down to hide the tears that were forming. You heard a soft knock on the door and looked up at Maria.

"I'll be downstairs, take your time," she said, and you nodded, your back to the door as you reopened your bag and shuffled some things around to try to look busy. She opened the door, unable to hide her shock from seeing Joel's face up close. She squeezed by him and muttered something about finding Tommy, then you heard the door shut softly.

"Where are you goin'?" Joel asked you, and you swore he sounded nervous. Good.

"Maria's," you said, your voice clipped. You heard him take a step towards you, then stop.

"Please stay," he begged softly, and you damn near gave in. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath, standing up to finally look at him, and you gasped. His eye was a deeper blue color now and more swollen than before. You wondered if he could even see. His face had been cleaned up from the blood, but his lip was still split, as well as a cut on his cheek you didn't notice before.

He visibly winced at your reaction, and again, you had to fight the urge to go to him.

"I don't think so, Joel," you whispered, then cleared your throat, trying to sound stronger. "I need some space."

His face crumpled at your words, and he hung his head in shame.

"I can explain," he said, looking back up to you, but you held your hand up to stop him.

"Do you even realize what you've done?" you asked him, your brows furrowed. "They could throw you out of here. They could throw me out of here."

"That'll never happen," he said firmly, but you shook your head.

"You don't know that, Joel. It's a goddamn vote. If people think we aren't good for this place, we're fucking gone," you snapped. Your anger was bubbling up now.

For the second time, Joel looked nervous. He chewed on the inside of his cheek and shifted his weight.

You sighed and picked up your bag, heading for the door.

"Wait, just... wait a minute, can we talk about this?" he asked, putting a hand on your arm. You looked down at his knuckles, all torn apart and still weeping a small trail of blood.

"I don't have anything more to say," you said. "I just need some time."

Reluctantly, Joel dropped his hand from your arm. You swung the door open, closing it behind you without giving another glance in his direction, and headed downstairs to Maria.

Chapter Twenty

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# yeonjun + maid dresses !!

tw. f!reader, perv!yeonjun, elements of dollification, unprotected sex, (kinda breeding), use of “master,” pet names. nsfw + minors dni !!

a/n. part 4!! after 6 rewrites, i really hope you all enjoy <3 hyuka will be the finale to the perv series~

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the ties of your dress slip through your fingers, nails scratching against your skin as you whimper in your struggle. having stood in front of the mirror for several hours, you hadn’t finished putting together your outfit; it took the morning to decide the dress, and even longer to try to put it on without his help. the choker’s bell jingling, breasts barely contained by the low necklined, milkmaid-esque bodice, thigh highs squeezing your generous thighs. attempting to lace the dress in the back once more, you gaze hesitantly behind your shoulder into the mirror, maid dress barely covering your ass. despite your best efforts, your fingers slipped once more, the dress coming loose the strings fall. tears of frustration slip down your red cheeks, biting your lip to avoid crying. you were really useless at everything without yeonjun.

exiting the elevator, yeonjun sighs as he searched for his keys to the apartment. after a long day, he always looked forward to spending time with you, his sweet darling, but he hadn’t heard from you since he left this morning. usually you’d bombard him with texts, anything from innocent lovey messages to lewd photos you knew he loved. clicking open the door quietly, he immediately hears the distinctive tinkling of the choker he bought you on a whim, quietly ringing from the bedroom. slipping off his shoes and depositing his bag, he follows the sound and peeks through a crack in the door, blood instantly rushing to his cock at the sight. bending over, attempting to lace up a dress, face flushed and slightly teary, perky ass in the air as you attempt to find a better angle to see in the mirror, nearly exposing your entire breasts as you lean over, thighs slightly overflowing over ruffled tops of your thigh highs, his favorite lacy panties already forming a wet spot.

and he can envision it all; cute maid dress bunched up, breasts spilling from the tight top with the first thrust. his doll, so dumb and needy, decided to dressed up for him on her own. the thought of you choosing something so lewd, so revealing, so submissive has him salivating. yeonjun loves how you’re so easy to devour, how easy it will be to completely undo your hours of work in putting together such a darling outfit, only for it to be stained in his cum, swollen cunt dripping white, his cute maid a disastrous mess. everything he can do to you; make you beg, pull up your dress for him to see your cute, soaked panties. phantom sounds of your whimpers, mewling cries of need and the sweet, saccharine sound of submission to his every whim echoing in his ears. all in such an indecent, servile dress. irresistible.

just as the ribbon slips through your fingers, the door slams against the wall, yeonjun standing in the doorway, loose wide necklined shirt exposing his collarbones contrasting to his fitted pants, bulge evident as his gaze meets yours. “j-jjun—!” you weep weakly, already teary from frustration, startled, yet aroused at his appearance. “did my dumb darling try to surprise me?” he sighs, walking over, sliding the silk ribbon through his fingers as he glances you over, “how long?” “a-all day,” whimpering sadly, you cling to his shirt, thighs clenching together, “c-couldn’t do it without you.” “of course not,” gently guiding you to turn around, yeonjun laces up the dress with ease, “such a useless, pretty doll. can’t even tie up a dress without help.” taking the ruffly apron off the hanger, he slides it around your waist, knotting the back in a bow before sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread as he rests his hands behind him, leaning back. “show me.”

obeying his command, you turn around, walking slowly towards him. lifting the skirt high enough to reveal the little bow on your panties, wet spot visible even in the low lighting. the laced up dress pushes up your breasts, nearly spilling out of the bodice, apron cinching your waist further. “flawless, darling,” yeonjun smirks, patting his knee for you to take a seat. warm hand cupping your ass, the other finding your chin, directing your gaze to meet his, “let master do anything he wants?” innocently meeting his gaze, you give a small nod, blushy pink spreading across your cheeks. letting go of your chin, he reaches for a white lace ribbon, ornate snowy flowers blooming across your wrists as yeonjun binds them together.

“if you stay still, ill reward you.” yeonjun whispers, one hand trailing down your curves, the other cupping your breast, warm through the thin dress, “can you be a good maid for me?” “y-yes, master—hnng!” you whimper, fingers tickling your inner thigh as they travel to your cunt, pressing the wet fabric to your folds. “wasn’t even here, and you’re already this wet?” “c-couldn’t stop thinking about m-master’s cock!” voice reaching a high pitched cry as his fingers swirl the wet fabric around your pussy, brushing over your clit. pulling down the bodice on one side, yeonjun squeezes your generous breast, your nipple perking up from the cold air. heat races over your skin, your hands clenching the skirt of your dress in attempt to stay still, stifled pants escaping your lips as you resist all urges to shift in his lap. wet sounds of your slick send shivers up your spine, his long fingers pushing your soaked panties into your cunt, slipping aside from your juices as your walls clench around two fingers, feeling them stroke the sensitive interior as yeonjun begins to finger you, thumb rubbing your clit ever so slowly. kisses press to your neck, tongue licking your soft skin, before teeth nip down, sucking red bruises across your neck, nose brushing against your choker.

“m-master—!” a high pitched sob breaks free he sucks on your sweet spot, right between your neck and collarbones, a third finger sliding into your soaked, tight cunt, the stretch eliciting breathless pants of arousal. fingers pinch your nipple, rubbing the bud around as he tugs the sensitive nub. “—i-i—agh—hnng!” weeping, your restraint fails as your thighs close around on his hand, burying your face into his neck as yeonjun smirks in satisfaction, bound wrists clenched to your chest, body trembling as your climax climbs to your core. cum drenches his fingers as you release, bell ringing with your heaving sobs as aftershocks spread like electricity under your skin. “such a naughty maid, not listening to her master.” yeonjun whispers, slick covered fingers pressing against your lips. opening up, you suck the cum off his long fingers, saliva coating his skin. “what should i do with you, darling…?” he sighs, toying with the bell on your neck, soft jingling stirring up your nerves as you tremble slightly in his lap. perhaps… your cute figure begging in front of him, disheveled in such a delicately obscene way, teary eyes shiny as they desperately gazed up, swollen lips drooling in need, willingly pulling up your skirt to expose your dripping cunt, clenching around nothing in such need for him alone. blood rushes to his cock at the lewd thoughts racing through his mind, grip on your waist tightening.

“disobedient maids get punished, don’t they?” yeonjun sighs, his tone and gaze darkening as his fingers trace over the plush skin of your ass, “so beg for my forgiveness.” crawling off his lap, you kneel down in front of his seated figure, quivering in anticipation. “darling, are you going to make me say it?” blinking away tears, you hesitantly spread your thighs apart from their clenched position, maid skirt riding up your plush legs. feeling his expectant gaze, your small fingers gif up the lacy apron, revealing your swollen cunt, soaked panties shoved to the side. “p-please forgive me, m-master.” weakly whimpering, your vulnerable figure completely exposed to his whims; neck splotchy with possessive bites, spreading down to your collarbones in a messy array, one breast exposed with its counterpart barely covered, half the flimsy top undone and bunched under your chest. cunt glistening in the low light (and to his slight disappointment, not dripping cum on the wood floor), face bright red and so prettily streaked with tears. only a slight shake of his head tells you it’s not enough. “c-couldn’t help i-it,” you whimper, “c-can’t help it if it’s y-you!” taking your bound wrists into his hand, yeonjun smooths over the pretty bow, still so neatly put together, unlike his pitiful little maid. with a single tug, the lace ribbon drops to the floor. “such a dirty slut, can’t helping it if she cums, and so shamelessly too.” hiccuping, you give a small, needy nod, “m-master, i-i’ll do a-anything for forgiveness!”

with a sigh, yeonjun undoes his belt, “then go to the window.” “h-huh?” “show everyone you’re such a whore for me, my darling maid.” blinking nervously, you watch as yeonjun pulls open the curtains, revealing the glittering seoul skyline, dark night emphasizing the glow. with hesitant steps, your hand touches the cold penthouse glass, small, unassuming people walking below. a firm hand pushes you towards the window, hands catching yourself, body forming an angle, forcing you to look outside. smoothing a hand down your clothed back, yeonjun pulls up your skirt from behind, resting the wrinkling fabric on the small of your back. admiring your plush ass, before a sharp slap echoes, a bright red handprint left in its wake. your gasp sends a pleased smirk across his face, his cock straining at his pants in perverted anticipation. your trembling body against the glass window, nervous breaths and disheveled maid outfit, such a turn on. the unzip of his pants sending shivers down your spine, every sense of your body tensed, cunt almost dripping with your slick.

oh, his favorite; your mewls of surprise as his cock pushes into your swollen cunt, high pitched whines at the stretch. “m-master! t-too fast—hnnng!” your walls instantly clenching down on his length, so tightly as he fully sheathes himself in your soaked, warm pussy. “so tight for me, princess.” yeonjun sighs appreciatively, before thrusting back up into your folds, lewd moans filling the air, your arms struggling to keep balanced. tears of pleasure streak down your face, such a full feeling kissing your sweet spot with every thrust, erotic sounds of your juices welcoming his length spiraling through your ears. “haah—m-master, need more!” smirking, yeonjun’s pace increases, slamming his hips into yours, watching your hazy gaze travel downwards to the street through the glass’ reflection. “imagine if one of them were to look up,” he pants, “and see such a dirty maid getting fucked like the cumslut she is.” humiliation sends pressure straight to your core, hiccuping breaths fogging the mirror, your breasts bouncing with his every move. “tell me, princess, don’t you want everyone to know who owns you?” yeonjun pants, giving your ass a sharp spank. “m-master! want—nnngh—want everyone t-to know!” a second slap to your ass nearly as you falling over, stimulation weakening your knees, “hnng—too m-much!” yeonjun swiftly pulls out, easily lifting your body up and pressing your back against the glass, before relentlessly pounding into your abused cunt once more, pushing deeper into your wet pussy, your desperate cries right beside his ear, salacious and incoherent.

“m-master! nnngh—!” sloppy sounds of your cunt taking his cock so needily, arms hooking around his neck as his lips meet yours, eyes squeezing shut at the heightening pressure in your core. his tongue profs at your lips, saliva messily spreading into your mouth as the wet muscle touches yours, obscene moans breathed into his kisses. and his touch is everywhere; gripping your waist and ass, inside your pussy, sensitive walls clenching down on every vein along his shaft, salaciously kissing your swollen lips, breaths filled with incoherent sobs and moans. shifting his grip, his hand travels down to your clit, pinching the sensitive nub, obscene mewls lost to his lips. the knot in your abdomen so tight, about to burst at any moment. “m-master—haah—wanna cum!” you whine, hiccuping breaths breaking the kiss. “go ahead, princess, know y-you can’t help it.” at his command, cum floods his cock, walls clenching down on his length as you wail, orgasm wracking your body. “f-fuck, darling, take it like an obedient maid!” yeonjun pants, barely maintaining control as white paints your walls, seed filling up your abdomen. “ah—! m-master, too m-much!” slumping in his arms, body wracked with sobs at the full feeling, sensitive walls fluttering around his cock, bell on your collar jingling as yeonjun thrusts sloppily into your abused cunt, fucking his fun deeper inside.

“m-master?!” you gasp, feeling your back leave the cold glass, hitting the sheets with a sudden toss. breathily panting, yeonjun climbs over your disheveled figure, hand finding the crook of your knee, pushing it to your chest. “princess, you’re only done when master says so,” he sighs, admiring your puffy walls leak his cum, dripping down the curve of your ass. “such an ungrateful maid, letting master’s gift go to waste.” a high pitched whine breaks free as his finger slides up your cunt, pushing his seed inside. “haven’t had enough of you yet.” “ah—! m-master—!” savoring your mewls, yeonjun sheathes his cock back into your sensitive walls, burning stretch eliciting obscene moans as his tip prods deeper in your cunt, pussy clenching around his length. “such a cockslut, always wanting more of master.” he groans, pulling your legs over his shoulder.

snapping his hips into yours, incoherent moans and tears freely flowing, maid dress bunched and wrinkled around your waist, hot breaths against your chest. “m-master, c-can’t take anymore!” sobs wrack your body, the salacious sound of skin on skin, bell ringing and breasts bouncing as he thrusts harder and deeper, folds burning and heat racing over your skin. “all mine,” yeonjun growls, biting into the soft flesh of your breast, relentlessly marking up your skin and leaving purple red blooming bruises in his wake. “g-gonna fill you up,” he moans, “make sure you’re mine.” needy wails sound like music to his ears, one arm weakly wrapped around his neck, back arched as your hand clings to the sheets, sanity lost and replaced with only thoughts of him. “m-maste—jjun!” you plead, overwhelming pleasure overriding all senses, climax already creeping up in your core, rough, relentless thrusts stretching your cunt, cum from his previous release dripping down even as yeonjun fucks it back inside, drool dripping from the corner of your lips. and yeonjun loves it; his doll, so fucked out and incoherent, completely wrecked by only him.

“cum for master,” yeonjun groans, warm feeling of cum drenching his cock as you wail, orgasm wracking your body, weakly clinging to him. slick sounds of your orgasm lubricating his cock burns through your mind, mewls of desperation and his pants echoing through the room. “gonna fill you up, m-maid!” increasingly sloppy thrusts accompany his words, poorly controlled compared to earlier, conveying his near incoherent state. “t-take it all, princess!” he gasps, and with a final push, tip kissing your sweet spot, yeonjun’s seed bursts through your walls, high pitched whines satiating his desires. “hnng—jjun!” you whimper, feeling his fingers touch your abdomen, sensation of fullness spreading as his softening dick pulls out, white cum painting your black skirt as he strokes himself, panting with pleasure. “can’t w-waste any of it, my dumb darling.” even fingers push his seed back into your folds, eliciting teary hiccups from you as yeonjun pulls away, admiring his work. his cum stains your skirt, apron flopped over your tummy, pushed aside panties exposing your dripping cunt, breasts and chest marked up with splotchy bite marks, a final reminder of who you belong to. fucked out face red with blushes, drool and tears streaks meeting your chin.

with a contented sigh, yeonjun scoops up your abused body, leaning against the headboard as you curl up in his lap, tucked safely in his arms, fingers playing with the hem of your dress. “d-did i serve master w-well?” you mumble, feeling his strong heartbeat against your ear. “of course, my love,” he replies, nuzzling your soft hair as he presses kisses on the top of your head, knowing how fatigued you are after sex, “so proud of you, dressing up for me and doing so well.” a sleepy smile crosses your lips as your eyes close, snuggling closer to his warm skin. you rarely ever choose anything, as yeonjun picks the best for you, but happiness glows in your chest, knowing he liked it so much. “pretty doll, made my dreams come to life,” he lovingly compliments, petting your hair softly, “love you too much.” breaths slowing as you rest, yeonjun wonders how you could be so perfectly made for him, surprising him with his secret his perverted fantasy. he’ll have to buy you another maid dress sometime.

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reader has a date and rhea is her roommate, they've both had feelings for a while and just didn't know how to say it so rhea decides to keep her from going (little angsty, very smutty)

yall have the best ideas!!! i love this so much hehehee i wish this was me fr fr!! thank you for the request <3

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rhea x fem!reader

content: smutty smut smut, angsty wangsty, hot sex with hot goth buff australian wrestlerrrrr oooooo (fingering, thigh riding, extremely loose praise and degradation)

“What about this?” you held up yet another outfit.

Rhea was laying in your bed like she’s done multiple times before trying to help you figure out what to wear for your date. She was snuggled up with your big stuffed bear with her head resting on her hand, “I told you the first one looked good.”

“I don’t need good I need hot!” you place it back on the hanger.

She sighed, “And I’ve told you many times before that you can make anything look hot.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you push away her comment. “She’s different this time though, we actually talked about stuff and not just small talk. And we’ve facetimed so I know she’s real.”

“Well, that’s good,” she was now looking at her phone.

“It is!” You pull out another shirt, “Okay, so what about this one with those pants?” you point at the pants strewn on the floor.

“That would be cool,” she barely glanced up.

“Rheaaaaaaa,” you whined throwing your arms down.

“Whaaaaaatt?” she finally put her phone down.

“Help,” you held up the shirt again, more forcefully this time, “please! I’ll buy you pizza tomorrow.”

“That looks hot,” her tone seemed a bit annoyed.

“Now, you’re just saying that,” you sat at the foot of your bed throwing the shirt on the floor with the other rejected clothes. “What’s wrong? You usually like helping me.”

“Nothings wrong… Keep going,” she gestured to the closet but she didn’t sound too convincing.

“You’re lying. I can tell because your eyebrow twitches when you lie,” you try mimic the twitch.

“No it doesn’t,” her eyebrow twitched.

“It literally just did!” You pointed, “so what’s wrong?”

“It’s not important,” she fully laid her head down pulling the bear closer to her, “and I’m tired anyway.”

“Booooo,” you shake her leg, “it’s only 5pm and you never sleep.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t be tired,” her eyes were closed.

You sighed in response because she was right. She was always right and you loved it. You loved her. She is your roommate, your best friend, and you’re hopelessly in love with her. You went on dates because you knew she would never date you because you were too close. Do the two of you flirt all the time? Yes, but that doesn’t mean she wants to date you. She flirts with Dom all the time, so why is this any different?

You stand and stare at your closet with your arms crossed for a good while before you start to pick up all the clothes on the floor.

“You’re upset,” she finally says.

“No,” you place the hanger on the rack a little too hard.

“…Yes,” she moved to fully sit up on your bed with her feet swinging off the side, teddy bear still in her lap.

You took a deep breath, “I’m not.”

She rolled her eyes, “you are.”

You placed the last hanger on the rack and closed the closet door. You turned around with your hands on your hips, “I’m upset because I can’t figure out what to wear.”

“No, you’re upset because I’m not helping you find an outfit for a date that you don’t actually want to go on,” her voice was timid but also weirdly strong.

“I do,” your heart sank, but only a little, “want to go on the date.”

“What time is the date?”

“Seven,” your turn to roll your eyes.

“And where is it?”

“Downtown at this small restaurant.”

“How are you getting there?” her tone was becoming more stern as the questions went on.

“She’s picking me up.”

“So…” the teddy was now sitting beside her. It looked like it was judging you too, “If you actually wanted to go, you would’ve had this outfit planned last night and you would’ve already taken a shower, and be almost finished with your makeup by now. So no, you don’t want to go,” she leaned back on her hands.

Damn, “It’s casual,” you lie.

“Uh huh,” she crossed her arms, “so why do you want to look hot?”

“Because I…” you were getting nervous. You didn’t want her to be right, again, “I want to. Can I not look hot for a casual date?”

“You’re more than welcome to,” she squints at you, “but that’s not you.”

“Of course that’s me, I always want to look hot!”

“When you want to go. You’re proving my point more and more,” she gestured towards you before crossing her arms again. This time her ankles were crossed too, it was cute you thought.

You squint at her icy blue eyes staring right back at you with a ‘told you so’ look. You didn’t dare look away but your face was turning redder by the second and your heart fluttered the longer this went on.

You finally blink and sigh harshly, “fine. You’re right…again,” as you sit down next to her. “How are you always right?”

“Because I am. And,” she turns herself towards you, “we’ve known each other for too long for me to not know how your brain works.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you swing your feet as your rest your head on the teddy’s head that’s now in your lap.

“I’m serious!” she plays with your hair a bit, “plus I love you so there’s that too.”

“I love you too,” you crack a small smile trying to contain the butterflies in your stomach.

“You can’t ghost her though, so tell her you’re not going,” she hands your phone to you.

“I could,” you take your phone.

“You’re too nice,” she stated confidently.

“You’re right,” you type away on the dating app.

“Again,” she giggles.

A few moments pass of the two of you sitting on your bed staring at nothing. You think of all the things that’s happened and maybe it was for best that you stayed home, maybe you’ll have to courage to talk to her about your feelings finally.

What you didn’t know was that Rhea was planning all along to keep you here the moment you said you had a date. She’s also been wanting to tell you about her feelings for what seems like forever but she was too scared that you wouldn’t reciprocate. Though, tonight, she noticed the chills that formed when she played with your hair and the way you looked at her with hungry eyes when she was laying in your bed. She wanted to tell you so badly, so better late than never she thought.

“(Y/n)?” the way she said your name always made your heart flutter. She didn’t say it often but when she did, it sounded amazing.

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” your heart was beating so fast you thought it would fall out.

She paused taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, “do you…like me?”

“We wouldn’t be roommates if I didn’t,” you joked.

“Right,” she laughed nervously. “But no, I mean… do you- or could you see us being more than friends?” her face was beet red.

You whipped your head to face her not realizing you were squeezing poor teddys neck too hard. “I- uhm…”

“Fuck,” she whispered to herself. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked it was bad timing, I’m sorry,” she began to stand up.

“No, no, stay please,” you grabbed her hand to pull her back down. “I do.”

She slowly sat down with her eyes wide, staring at you, “what?”

“I can see us as more than friends,” you had finally let go of teddy’s neck and carefully placed him next to you not wanting to hurt him more, though it was impossible.

She was at a loss for words, with her mouth slightly open and her eyes flicking from one feature of your face to another trying to figure out if you were telling the truth.

“What?” she said again.

You laugh, then you cup your hands to you mouth to make your voice louder, “I can see us as more than friends!”

She pushed your hands down, “Yeah, I heard you the first time… Are you serious?”

“So serious,” you didn’t move your hands from out from under hers. Touching was different now, it felt like a warm fire that kept the butterflies alive.

“For real?”

“For real.”

“Like legit?”

“Legit,” you roll your eyes, “are you gonna keep asking me if I’m telling the truth in different ways or are you going to do something about it?”

“How long?”

“What?” now you pull your hands out to place them on your hips. You hoped it looked kinda funny since you were sitting down.

“How long have you wanted this?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “a few months.”

“A few months?! I’ve been thinking about this since the second month after we moved in!” she stood pacing in front of you.

“Rhea, that’s almost a year!”

“I know!!” she threw her hands out and let them drop on her thighs.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

She stopped in front of you, “because I was afraid you would say no, or I don’t know, reject me and move out because now I’m the one who has a crush on the roommate and made things weird!” She started pacing again then stopped again, “and you were going on dates!…with other people!” she started again.

You huffed and stood in front of her to stop her, “because I was distracting myself from wanting to be with you because I thought the same thing!”

She was physically taken aback, “so why didn’t you say anything?!” she pushed her pointer finger into your chest. “You’re always the one that loves confrontation.”

“Huh?! I do not,” you flick her finger away.

“Ow,” she rubbed her finger, “you do!”

“Name one time!”

She was silent for two seconds, “when we went to that bar one time and you saw a guy flirting with a girl who clearly didn’t want to be flirted with and you went up to him and threatened to punch him if he didn’t leave her alone.”

You grimaced at her, “Cause I’m a girls girl! We gotta look out for each other, that doesn’t count.”

“It literally does. And if you didn’t punch him I would’ve, but I wouldn’t have said anything first,” she pushed past you to sit on the chair in the corner. She leaned her elbows on her knees, raking her hands through her hair before resting her head on her folded hands.

“Fine.”

“Fine,” she leaned back in the chair, manspreading of course.

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes as you turn away from her hoping that she couldn’t tell that her sitting like that got you hot and bothered.

“Now what?”

“Do you have to-�� you flail your hand towards her hoping she would understand.

She did, “what? Like what you see?”

“You’re insufferable,” you turned back away from her.

“Oh come ooonnn,” how she turned this into flirting, you had no clue but it was working, “not like you haven’t thought about.”

“Oh my god, please,” you covered your eyes rubbing them before facing back towards her.

She was curling her fingers over and over to make you join her on the chair, well…on her lap, “C’mon baby,” her voice graveled.

“Don’t,” you put your hand up but that didn’t stop her.

“Afraid of what might happen?” she pouted.

“No,” you tried to hide your smile but it didn’t work very well.

“Then c’mere,” she growled as she patted her thighs before rubbing them.

You huff, “If we start I won’t stop.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” she smirked.

Her dark hair fell on her face just right, her eyes gleamed in the twilight coming from your window, her tongue playing with her teeth in the way that made you crazy. You couldn’t help it, you were in love with her and it took just now for you to fully realize it. She was perfect.

You basically ran towards her, easily jumping onto her lap with your legs straddling her. Your hands cupped around her face and pulled in for a deep kiss. She moaned into you, sending chills down your whole body. Her hands gripped your thighs pulling you in as close as possible. Your lips danced against hers perfectly like they have been doing this for years.

Her hands moved under your shirt feeling every inch of skin on your back. The two of you stayed there for a long while, kissing, exploring, doing whatever was possible in the chair. Soft moans came from the both of you as new areas of skin were discovered.

Suddenly, the strong woman picked you up and gently threw you on the bed. She followed you down, letting her body rest on top of you. Her lips found yours once more, before she started nipping at your ear, “were all those stories true?”

“W-what?” you breathed.

“About your late night dates,” she smirked as she looked down at you with her hands on either side of your ribs.

“That’s so embarrassing,” you look away.

“Well, if they’re true then I know exactly what you…enjoy… but if not, then we’ll figure it out.”

You turn your head back towards her slightly squinting, trying to determine if you should say yes, because they were true so she did actually know every little thing that you enjoyed. Her bright eyes staring into you waiting for an answer while one of her hands played with the hem of your shirt begging to go under.

You cover your face with your hands, “fuck,” you said under your breath as drag them down your face. You couldn’t fathom her doing those things to you, it was surreal. You sigh, “yes, they were.”

She smiled with hunger, “good to know,” and her hand shot its way under your shirt to your breast gently squeezing as she held it, her head bowed back down to your neck swiping her tongue up before biting down.

You whined at her sudden movements, placing your hand of top of hers on your breast as the other flew to her hair, tangling itself in the dark waves. Her legs somehow maneuvered themselves between yours, keeping them spread open. “Anything else?” she whispered.

“Stop stalling and fuck me,” you finally say, “please.”

“Yes ma’am,” and her hand that was on your tit immediately went into your pajama shorts.

She circled your already throbbing clit at a steady pace causing you to arch your back into her with a moan. She continued to kiss and nip at your neck before she lifted her head to look at you, “too early for praise or name calling?” she smirked.

“I thought you knew what I liked,” you fired back between moans.

“Just checking,” she winked.

Her fingers caressed your entrance, begging to go inside, but first, she wanted to gather all the wetness that’s already spilled out of you, “I knew you were a slut but damn.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes but they soon stayed in the back of your head as she easily pushed her way inside of you. “God,” you growled.

She was slowly pumping her hand in and out of you as you gasped for air each time. And each time wound the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter.

“I knew you’d look good under me, and you’re taking me so well,” she finally went back to kissing you after what felt like forever.

You whined into her kiss, gripping her head, shoulders, back, waist, anything to keep you from unraveling so soon. Her pace was ungodly, you couldn’t help but ride her hand as she went.

You tried your best to take her shirt off but she wouldn’t let you, “only if I get to take yours off too,”

You nod your head frantically as she slowly pulls her hand out of you causing you to whine at the loss of sensation. You couldn’t speak as you watched her bring her fingers to her mouth and suck them clean, “holy fuck,” you finally said.

“Mmm,” she took her fingers out and began to take your shirt off, then your pants, then your, basically destroyed, underwear.

You shivered at the cool air as you quickly tried to take hers off too. You threw her shirt to the side without a care, but she had to take her booty shorts off because they were too tight for you to easily take them off in the position you were in.

You both stared in awe at each other for a split second before diving back in. Her hand went back to your clit as yours went to her back, feeling every inch possible. She let her body lay slightly to the side of you to keep allowing her access to your center. She dropped her head to your chest kissing down to your tits, licking and sucking at your nipple before gently rolling it between her teeth.

With moans filling the air, she easily slipped back inside of you, arching your back, “oh fuuuck,” you whine.

“Let it out, princess,” she moaned. Only then did you realize that your leg was between hers and she was grinding against your thigh.

That immediately sent shockwaves through your body sending you closer to the edge than you were ever before. Your hand gripped her ass guiding her as the other wrapped around her waist. She was leaning on her elbow holding your head up just enough to bring you in for a deep but sloppy kiss.

Her moans sounded so good that you couldn’t help but whine in response. With her fingers plunging into you, her grinding on your thigh, the noises she was making, you were surprised you hadn’t cum yet.

“Fuck! You feel so good,” her accent was strong and her breath was hot against your mouth.

Riding her hand, as she rode your thigh was something you never thought would happen, but here you were. The knot was becoming so tight you couldn’t take it, “Shit, Rhe-”

“Go ahead, cum for me, like the whore you are,” she gasped.

“Not until…fuck… you do,” you breathed.

“Then do it, now!” she barked, her jaw clenched as her eyes tried not to roll back.

So you do as you’re told. You whimpered loudly a few more times then, “GOD!…FUUCK!” you screamed as your back arched into her and you nails dug into her back leaving marks as you rode your high.

Almost as soon as you released she followed suit, “OH SSSHHIT!” her thighs suffocated your leg before she continued to ride it as she came down from her high.

You kissed her once more, moaning softly as you both came back to earth. She gently removed her fingers from inside you as she released the grip on your leg. “Shit,” she said again.

“Not bad Ripley,” you joke, “You could do better…”

She shot you a look, and if looks could kill…

“With the pillow talk I mean,” you giggle, “there will be plenty of opportunities to work on it.”

“Good because I’m don’t yet.”

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